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vin-taege · 1 year

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spoilers!!!! hello!!! you asked for chishiya x reader request? can i request oneshot or headcannon of them reuniting in the hospital in the last episode?(they both were in borderland) so they were dating before and during and after borderland (maybe they were walking together in shibuya that kind of thing so they both are alive)

It's been a while so I might be rusty :') For this, I decided to set pre-borderlands reader and chishiya at the beginning stage of their relationship (think first date) so the reunion impact has much more oomf (in my silly little head, this makes sense). I hope you like it!!

What's Missing?

Summary: You had made a promise, but you can't remember for the life of you what nor to whom—but a certain blonde with a Cheshire smile may help you recall.

TW: blood, SPOILERS FOR S2

Genre: fluff, alice in borderland au, hinted established relationship

Pairing: reader x chishiya

Words: 1.1k

You couldn't feel your dominant hand. The pain had dwindled into numbness, but you were certain a silver bullet had dug its way in between the bones of your lower arm. Chishiya had managed to take his jacket off despite the blood pouring out his own side. Through his shallow breathing, he tied it it tightly around your wound, trying his best to ignore your pained groan.

The bullet-fire had stopped a good hour ago, leading you both to think that the King of Spades was long gone. But your wounds didn't stem from that game—it was from the godforsaken shootout Niragi started.

You and the blonde sat side by side, huddled behind a dented car Usagi and Arisu had dragged you towards. You tried your best to shift a little so you can face him better, bringing your other arm to press against his blood-soaked torso. He spared a small grunt, the only thing telling you that he was in as much—if not, more—pain as you are. His warm hand covered yours, the two of you trying to put pressure on his wound.

"___," he exhaled slowly. "Promise me."

You hummed in response, whispering, "Okay."

Chishiya let out a low chuckle, "I haven't said what for yet."

"You don't need to," you turned your head up, eyes meeting his. "I'll do anything for you."

He gave you a small smile—the type void of his usual snark. In a way, he seemed almost sad, fearful. "I know. Sometimes I wish you wouldn't."

The blood pool underneath you grew. You didn't know which blood was whose, and you'd rather not find out.

"Promise me you'll remember," he quietly murmured. If you weren't paying attention you would have most likely missed it underneath the boom of fireworks, suddenly appearing the way they did when you first came into this wretched place. The familiar robotic voice greeted all surviving players with a congratulatory message, one you drowned out in favor of focusing on the only person that mattered: Chishiya.

"I promise. We'll find each other again."

Unbeknownst to you, your eyebrows knit together in worry upon seeing his paler complexion. The blush in his cheeks and the color from his lips have drained out, blooming on the cement instead. A dull spark in his deep brown irises fought to stay alive. You wanted to kiss him so bad.

You would've done anything to feel his lips against yours again, or his fingers in between your hair. Even inches from death, he looked so beautiful, but you were scared that the slightest touch would rip him away from you.

"That's all I need," Chishiya gave your hand a small squeeze, the light of fireworks reflecting off his cat-like eyes.

The disembodied voice in the background asked one last question, one you both knew the answer to. In a blink of an eye, everything melted away.

Disoriented, you found yourself back in Shibuya, waiting for your date outside a coffee shop. You blinked twice, as if waking up from a dream, the only thing grounding you being the buzz of the hundreds of people coming and going. From the corner of your eye, you saw the flash of platinum blonde hair—and felt the impact of the meteor immediately after.

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

The first thing you woke up to was systematic beeping.

Your body hurt all over, especially your dominant arm. With a glance, you realized that it hung in a cast. With enough effort and pain tolerance, you could still wiggle your fingers.

Something was missing.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a nurse walking into your room, her small gasp catching your attention. She quickly scampered off to most likely find a doctor, but you couldn't have cared less. Your mind was stuck on somewhere—someone?—else. There's something important you had to do, but you didn't know what.

You needed to meet someone.

It would be days later when this thought would flash across your head.

That's right. There was someone you had to see.

You've healed enough to roam around the hospital now, but you still couldn't be discharged because they had to monitor the fracture in your lower arm. The way the bones have splintered could've only been caused by a gunshot wound, which stumped the doctors because how on earth could you have been shot during the impact?

Subconsciously, your walk has led you to a patient lounge area. Looking around, you saw a girl with chin length-hair laughing across a boy with long, shaggy hair, a small bandage stuck across his cheek. Other patients were scattered among the tables, some watching TV, others silently reading by themselves. That's when you locked eyes.

At the furthermost corner, a man sat with a set chessboard and an open pack of crackers. A flash of recognition sparked across your mind, and a part of you knew he felt it too.

You promised something. Promised what? To whom?

Without breaking eye contact, you walked towards the bookshelves his table was placed next to. He raised an eyebrow, light blonde strands of hair framing his sharp eyes. You gulped, second-guessing yourself.

You promised.

Half-heartedly browsing the shelf, you picked a book out, halting when you heard the blonde clear his throat.

"Your supposed to sign the logbook before borrowing," he nodded towards a bookstand, which was set beside a large window overlooking the hospital's garden.

"Ah, thank you," you replied meekly.

It was only when you were in front of the logbook that you realized: shit, you couldn't write.

Struggling, it took you an embarrassing amount of time to properly hold the pen. You could feel him watching you, smirking at your helplessness. Weirdly enough, you didn't feel offended or annoyed. Instead, warmth nestled within your chest.

I promise I'll find you.

You had barely scrawled three letters when you felt his presence closer to you. You looked over to your side, slowly taking him in.

His hair was tied into a small ponytail, a few loose strands poking out. His eyes looked less cold upfront, specks of sunlight entrapped in the rich brown. He felt like home, like hot chocolate after a long day or the rediscovery of a childhood toy.

"I thought you needed help," his lips curled slightly, a boyish grin adorning his features.

You chuckled lightly, "Thank you. My name is—"

And before you even finished, he had written your entire name—as if he knew it by heart, as if it was an oath he'd held onto dearly.

You tore your eyes from the paper, meeting his intense gaze again. He gingerly raised his hand, his heart yearning to reach out to you. He didn't know why but it all felt right when he first saw you. Everything was in its place.

You held his hand in midair, bringing it over to your cheek.

You've done this lifetimes before.

"Chishiya," his name left your mouth like a whisper—a wish scattered upon the heavens to come true.

"You were late to our date," you teased him.

He snorted a little, eyes crinkling as his grin widened. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

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best friend | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 6.8+k words request: yes/no. by an anon. "hey, first of all, i adore your writing! you have an ability to make the fic sound so real. could you do another Mick one shot, friends become more/reader works in the F1 industry, where neither of them want to ruin the friendship but when they go on a trip during winter break, they finally admit it? ❤️" thank you so much for sending this in. i'm sorry it took so long, but i hope this monster of a fic makes up for it. warnings: literally none. maybe some swear words. mentions of sex. tiny bit of angst. a/n: buckle up bitches, it's going to be a loong ride. i think this is the longest thing i've ever written and i'm not even sorry about it. get ready for the slowest fucking burn you've ever read.

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this is a part two to 'best friend's brother'

a weekend in silverstone changed your life completely.

after attending the race with gina and mick you simply couldn't get enough of the sport. things seemed to be in your favor. you were majoring in journalism at uni, and with your newfound love of formula 1, you decided to take a few classes specialized on sports journalism.

four months after silverstone and once you finished your classes, you scored an internship with a sports magazine, showed a few articles you'd written on various topics, from art, to movies and entertainment, to, of course, formula 1. they loved them.

and now, almost an entire year after that first race at silverstone, you'd graduated, and were working for the formula 1 journalism department. gina had moved out, going back home to be with her family for a year before focusing on her career.

it seemed, though, that you couldn't keep yourself away from the schumachers. because whilst you didn't see gina every day, her brother took her place instead.

you saw each other almost every week, you were assigned to do interviews and press, which obviously meant to had to spend time together. mick always felt at ease when he saw you on the other end of the camera after a race, you always asked good questions and kept a playful but respectful banter.

the other drivers as well, liked when you did the interviews, because you didn't just ask about the technical aspects of how they drove, but how they were feeling, what they hoped would happen at the race and what they could do to improve. you always tried to lift their spirits up, which was why you were always the last person to interview each driver at the media pen.

having mick around so much was a blessing. he gave you a little insight on the drivers he knew and their personalities. telling you who you might joke around a bit and wouldn't take it personally, and those you had to keep it short and professional with.

with winter break approaching, you said goodbye to your first season of covering f1, and packed your bags to join the schumachers in switzerland to celebrate the holidays. corinna and mick invited you and you'd said yes without thinking twice.

you'd fly in with mick, two days after the last race in abu dhabi. the plan was to drive up the mountains until you reached their cabin, stay there for two or three days, and return just in time for christmas eve.

during the entire flight, you kept laughing and joking around, talking about memories and funny moments you lived the last months.

"do you remember when you almost threw up on the podium after doing a shoey with daniel?" you said, a cheeky smirk on your face as you relived the memory in your head. mick shook his head, burying his face in his hands, he was sitting in front of you.

"ugh, you just love bringing that up every chance you can, don't you?" he said, placing his elbow on the armrest, resting his cheek on his fist. you shrugged, smiling hard.

"i wouldn't be doing my job if i didn't try to get some juicy new headline," you joked, and mick rolled his eyes.

"mick schumacher: first podium ends in disaster" he said in a serious voice, pretending to be a tv presenter.

"you owe me one for saving your ass that time," you pointed at him with a finger.

"i know." he nodded, "that was a nice weekend," he added after a few seconds of silence, and you smiled in agreement as you thought back to that day.

mick had achieved his first podium in f1, ending in p3 at the 2022 mexican gp. thirty years after his father's own, at the same location. his embarrassing moment was outshined by the pure euphoria of mick continuing his father's legacy and starting his own.

"it was. lots of emotions," you'd been with him as he called his family after all the celebrations.

he asked you to keep him company, even though he'd been surrounded by such great friends all night, he felt ecstatic that you were there to celebrate with him.

you watched and listened as he spoke with his family, you caught a few words in german, he'd kept his promise and started teaching some basic words and sentences, but you couldn't understand everything they said between smiles and proud tears. your stomach felt funny, as did your heart, when you heard the pride in his mother's voice as she told him how proud she was of him, she knew the weight he felt on his shoulders, the pressure to keep his family name up high.

and as he spoke, so passionately, thanking them for everything they'd done for him you noticed when mick's eyes began tearing up, and you gently placed your hand in his, giving it a tight squeeze. his eyes flew to you, giving you a grateful smile. his mother noticed, and asked if he was alone, to which he simply moved the phone until you appeared on screen as well. you waved you hand, shy smile on your face as she said hi and began talking to you.

it was then that she asked for you to join them during the holidays, still about a month away, and it was mick's hopeful eyes that made you accept.

the funny feeling inside of you did not go away after that day. you didn't know why. you weren't sick or anything. you felt it then, as you watched mick remembering what was one of the happiest days of his life. you felt it as he insisted on carrying your bag to the car, and to his family's home once you arrived.

you felt it as he placed a hand on the small of your back as he introduced you to his mother, you'd known her since you lived with gina through videocalls, but had never met in person. and she already considered you part of the family.

you felt it as he hugged you once he said hi to his dad. corinna knew this would be hard for him, so she asked you to wait for him outside of the room. your heart broke as he closed the door behind him, and you wrapped him in a tight embrace as silent tears falling on his face.

he led you to his bedroom, where he let out all the feelings he'd been holding back for so long. you listened, nodded and held him as he opened up to you. once he had calmed down a bit, you heard a small knock on the door, both of you turning as corinna opened the door and walked in. she hugged her son, and with her eyes asked you to leave them alone, which you completely understood.

as you stood, mick's hold on your hand tightened for a second, you moved your head, he gave you a small smile, nodding his head once. he was thanking you. you returned both gestures before leaving them alone.

your reunion with gina was one you'd always remember. you'd be sleeping in the guest room, which was right next to hers. when you arrived, corinna told you she'd gone to buy groceries to stock up the mountain cabin where you, gina and mick would stay for a few days. once you heard she'd arrived, you hurried into her room and sat on her bed with the lights out.

she opened her door and turned on the lights, and at that moment, you yelled.

"hi, bestie!"

the scream she let out would haunt you forever.

she didn't know you were coming.

her face and mood switched from terror, to confusion, to anger, to affection all in ten seconds. she punched your arm for scaring her, but pulled you in for a hug as she told you how she'd missed you. you wished you could relive that moment forever.

thank god for cameras on cellphones.

staying with the schumachers felt... normal. they treated you as one more member of the family, you helped clean and cook when corinna let you, as the days passed your laundry got mixed with theirs, socks got lost, you borrowed both gina and mick's sweaters or hoodies.

two days before you were to leave for the cabin, gina got sick. nothing serious, just a common cold. but it wouldn't be wise for her to travel up to a snowy mountain and risk getting worse.

"maybe we can wait until you get better, the mountains and snow won't go anywhere," you offered, shrugging your shoulders. mick and gina sat in front of you, the dinner table between you as you ate. you could see gina thinking about it, considering it.

"yeah, that's a grea- ow!" she let out a yelp, looking at mick menacingly. two seconds passed before her eyes returned to you, "i mean, no, no. you guys should go on without me, i'll be fine. we'll go all together another time. don't let me stop you from having fun, right mick?" you furrowed your eyebrows. the siblings looked at each other, then at you, and they both smiled at the same time. they looked like the twins in the shining. except they pretended to be happy, it didn't work, though.

"yeah, gina's right. you came all this way to see the mountains at their prime, wouldn't want to waste that opportunity." he said, and you eyed them suspiciously.

"you're both creeping me out. i'm going to bed, see you in the morning," you grabbed your plate and glass of water, heading to the kitchen to wash them. you heard them whispering to each other as you made your way out and to your room.

weird, you thought.

you felt bad for leaving gina alone and going with mick after they had welcomed you into their home, but you had to admit you were really looking forward to spending some alone time with him, no matter the familiar funny feeling in your tummy and chest.

you decided to wait one extra day, just to see if gina miraculously got better, but it didn't happen. instead, now you only had one full day at the cabin before you had to return in time for christmas eve.

you woke up early that day, taking a quick warm shower and didn't rush as you got ready. even though you'd be spending most of the day on the car driving to the cabin, you didn't want to look like a mess, so you applied light makeup and styled your hair comfortably.

as you threw the last few things you needed in your luggage, you heard a knock on your door.

"come in," you said, and gina walked in.

"morning," she said.

"morning, why are you awake right now? it's not even five a.m. how are you feeling?" you asked, her nose was even redder than the previous day, she sounded congested.

"like shit, couldn't sleep all night."

"i'm so sorry. i can stay with you, i feel bad for leaving you like this," you said as you both sat on your bed.

"don't worry about me, i promise i'll be fine. you're going to love it up there. sometimes you can even see the northern lights," she encouraged.

"really?" you gasped. you'd never experienced it, and now hoped you could when you got to the mountains.

"yeah. was that enough to convince you?" she said, and you nodded excitedly. she laughed, hugging you. "i'm really glad you're here, (y/n). i know you and mick got close these few months, and i'm happy he sees you as his friend as well, he needs one. he needs you."

you were taken aback by her comment. you took a few seconds to reply.

"he's an amazing person, he's kind and funny and charming and..." you stopped yourself, eyes going wide for a second.

"have you got a crush on my brother?" she nudged your rib with her elbow. you huffed.

"what? no! he's just... my friend. like you said. just a friend." you said, even though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself instead of gina.

"uh-huh. right. i'm heading back to bed. have fun and take care, i just know you'll have a great time there."

she didn't give you time to respond before she left the room.

what just happened? you thought.

you placed your bag by the front door, and left for the kitchen, preparing a few sandwiches and other snacks for the road. you heard footsteps behind you, mick was carrying his suitcase and put it next to yours.

"hey, how'd you sleep?" he asked, stealing a sandwich from the pile.

"good, you? hey!" you gave him a stern look, to which he responded with a cheeky wide grin, making you roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

"i couldn't sleep much, too busy thinking," he took another bite, looking to the floor.

"about?"

"stuff," he said, not giving you much information.

"wanna talk about it? gina said she couldn't sleep either," you offered, putting away everything you'd been using.

"nah, it's fine. just excited to go back to the cabin. i haven't been there in a few years," he explained and you nodded. "we should leave in about five minutes so you can see the sunrise," he smiled, leaning his back against the counter and crossing his arms, the long-sleeve shirt he wore tightening around his biceps. you tore your eyes away from him, focusing on what you were doing instead.

"i'm all done," you said, drying your hands on a kitchen towel.

you turned off all the lights you'd turned on, following mick to the front door. with ease, he picked up both of your bags and walked to the car as he carried them.

it seemed as though you could never get bored when you were with mick. he always surprised you with knowledge and fun facts about the most random and obscure subjects. conversation always flowed easily, and when you thought an uncomfortable silence was approaching, he always came up with some new anecdote to tell.

he was really making it impossible for that feeling in your stomach to go away, but at that moment, as you laughed and watched the sky changing colors, you wished you could stay like that forever. somehow find a way to capture the way you felt and look back whenever you were feeling sad. there wasn't anyone else you'd rather share that moment with. that thought made you smile as you watched the first rays of sun illuminating mick's face.

the morning flew by, and without notice, you'd arrived. you stared in marvel at the sight in front of you. a cabin taken out of a hallmark movie, the white snow falling, covering the ground, the treetops.

mick told you to put on your scarf and coat before going out, and you did, struggling with a ring on your finger that got caught on the yarn. mick, just like last time, grabbed your bags as you closed the car door.

"can you grab my keys? they're in my back pocket," mick turned around, your breath hitched as you realized what you what to do.

"ye-yeah," you said. your entire face felt so warm as your fingers brushed against the rough fabric of his jeans. you tried so hard to get it done quickly, but your ring got tangled with a loose thread.

"i'm so sorry, my ring got stuck," you explained, hoping he didn't think you were trying to feel him up. you pulled your finger as gently as you could, until you freed yourself.

"hey, no worries. it's okay. you know if you want to touch my butt you just have to ask,"

"mick!" you slapped his arm, clicking a button on the keyring. "it was an accident and now you're being mean. i should leave you out here to freeze."

"i was kidding! unless..." he raised an eyebrow. you groaned, pushing him with your shoulder and rushed to open the cabin. "home sweet home," mick said. he walked in and put your bags down.

"it's so beautiful," you said. mick was already kneeling in front of the fireplace to turn it on.

"yeah, it is." your eyes flew from the cozy cabin to the blonde on the floor, who was already looking and smiling at you. "okay, pick whatever room you want. we can go explore in a little bit." he said, you nodded, walking to pick up your luggage. "leave it there, i'll get it up there when i'm done here,"

"that's okay, i can take it,"

"(y/n)," he gave you a stern look.

"mick," you did the same.

"(y/n)," he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"fine."

you gave up, turning around just as you saw the winning smile on his face, a small one forming on your lips.

once you ate, showered and got changed, mick led you through the property, telling you stories of when he and gina used to chase the other. when they made snowmen with carrots for noses and sticks for arms. he spoke softly with a nostalgic look on his face as the memories ran through his mind.

you cooed at the few animals you saw, stuck your tongue out until a snowflake fell on it and you ate it, the cold making you shiver. once it started to get dark, mick noticed you getting colder by the minute, and without a second thought he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

you ate dinner on the couch, huddled close together in front of the fire. a christmas movie playing on the tv as you ate and talked.

"thank you so much for inviting me, i've been having such a good time."

"no need to thank, you're more than welcome anytime you like. i think my mom likes you more than me," he said and you giggled.

"that's not true! you two are her pride and joy, you just haven't seen the way she looks at you."

"well, if it's anything like how she looks at you, i think i've got an idea,"

"me?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"yeah, you. everytime we talk or make a videocall, she always asks about you. if you're getting enough sleep, eating well. she tells me to look after you."

"sh- she does?" your heart began speeding up. you didn't have a close relationship with your parents, and the thought that someone who wasn't related to you at all, asked and worried about you made your eyes tear up.

"all the time."

you went to bed with that thought in your head. the lights were out and so was the fireplace, for precaution. you nestled your head in the pillows, wrapping the blankets around yourself.

the next day was filled with adventure, you explored the snowy mountains, made snowballs to throw at mick, which started a war that went on for the entire day. you even went ice skating on a frozen lake. even though the thought terrified you, mick kept a tight hold of your hand and waist, reassuring you that he'd never let you fall. and if you did, he'd be there to catch you.

the warmth that spread inside you was stronger than a thousand fires combined.

a stark contrast to how you felt that night. you'd gone to bed early, as you had to wake up before dawn to get back to mick's home in time. you had started drifting to sleep when you felt cold. really, really cold. the humming sound of the heating system was replaced by silence. you shivered at the sudden chill, trying to turn it on again, but it was useless.

in your tired, sleep deprived, cold mind, your next idea was to go downstairs and see if you could turn on the fireplace, even taking your phone out to watch a video on how to do it. finding defeat again instead. you cursed silently, walking upstairs, hating that your last resource was to wake up mick.

"mick," you whispered, knuckles tapping on the wooden door. "mick!" you said a little louder this time. a few seconds later, the heavy door opened and your eyes met mick's bare chest. you shivered, you were so cold and here he was, warm enough to not need a shirt.

"(y/n)? what's wrong?" he leaned against the frame, taking in the way you hugged yourself. you, on the other hand, were struggling so bad to keep your eyes on his face, resisting the urge to let your eyes wander down.

"umm the he- the heating's not working in my room. i'm so sorry to bother you, i tried to turn on the fireplace but i don't know how and i looked it up on youtube but i-"

"hey, hey, it's okay. don't worry. you can sleep here, i'll sleep on the couch." he touched your arm, flinching as his fingers met your cold skin. "you're freezing. come inside," he opened the door even wider, and you took a few hesitant steps in.

"get in bed, the covers should be warm enough still," he instructed. "go," he grabbed your hand and led you to the bed. a shiver ran down your spine at the sudden change of your surroundings, welcoming warmth replaced the chill as he tucked you in as if you were a small child. "good?" he asked, he crouched so he could be at eye level with you.

"it's so warm... how?" you couldn't stop yourself from asking, regretting it the moment you saw him smiling wide.

"you sleep well, i'll go to the living room," he stood, turning his back, but you held his hand, stopping him.

"why don't... i-i mean... this... you can-" you stopped yourself, breathing deep as you felt that same funny feeling inside. "you can sleep here as well. i already feel bad enough for waking you up. i can't make you sleep on the couch." you sat cross-legged, still feeling his hand in yours.

"i'll be alright. don't worry,"

"mick," you said, the tone in your voice told him you weren't up for debating.

"you won't be uncomfortable?" he asked, giving in.

"with you? never." you said, watching as he made his way to the other side of the bed.

"not even when gina and i creep you out?" he called back to a few nights ago. you rolled your eyes.

"you make me question both of your sanities, but no." you heard him chuckle, "not even when you two act like the joyful version of the twins in the shining, do i feel uncomfortable around you," you finished, leaning on your side, facing him. he turned off the lamp on his bedside table, letting the darkness engulf the room.

"that's good, schatz." he said. even in the dark, with just the moon shining in through the window, his eyes still gleamed in a way that made you feel tingly on the inside.

"thanks for letting me crash here," you whispered, looking straight into his dazzling blue orbs.

"you're more than welcome in my bed every time you like," he said, making your breath hitch. you could make a snarky remark, tease him, but it didn't feel right. his voice didn't hold a sign that he was joking, and for some reason, you were glad.

"good night, mick." you whispered, nuzzling your head against the pillow that still held his warmth and scent.

"good night, angel." he murmured, you fell asleep with a small smile on your face.

you were hot. too hot. literally.

you opened your eyes, it took your brain a few seconds to remember where you were. where you were. you tried to move, feeling something heavy on your stomach. your hands met soft skin, not yours. your eyes drifted down. there was an arm around you, that pulled your body against another.

oh, my god. you thought. you tried your best to not wake him up as you moved. but you froze when mick started moving, pulling you even closer to his chest, nuzzling his face in your neck. the funny feeling in your stomach was back, it felt like fluttering inside you.

he hummed, you felt his lips pressing against your skin for a second, before his breathing became calmer, even. at that moment, you didn't know if the heat you felt in your face was because of the blankets, or the boy behind you.

you didn't know how much time passed when you opened your eyes again. you felt mick's protective arm around you, and smiled this time when you noticed. you didn't want to move, didn't want to tear yourself away from his embrace. you wanted to stay like that forever.

why?

waking up was... awkward. you both ignored the fact that you'd been cuddling as if your lives depended on it and just moved on with your day. you had showered the night before to save time in the morning. you thanked whatever being was up there because you'd already woken up late, that would take even more time from your day, and you wanted to be back in time for christmas eve dinner.

you were turning off and unplugging the remaining electronics when you heard mick from the living room.

"we're snowed in." he said loud enough for you to hear him.

"what?" you asked, rushing to him.

"yeah, it looks like it didn't stop snowing all night, there's like 2 meters of snow, i can't drive like this." he explained as you both looked through the window. you turned your head, leaning back when your face almost clashed into his.

"well shit..." you said.

"i'll call mom, better let her know we're okay and staying here." you nodded, sitting down on the couch with your legs up, watching the snow falling.

a few minutes later, mick came back with his phone in his hand.

"mom wants to talk to you," he handed you the slim phone. he lifted your legs as he sat close to you, letting them fall on his lap.

"hello?" you said as mick's hand went to your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles.

"(y/n)! i'm so sorry you won't make it back on time, we were all really looking forward to tonight." corinna said.

"i know, so was i! but it's better we wait it out, hopefully it gets better by tomorrow." you responded, smiling at mick.

"i'm sure it will, sweetheart. you two take care of each other, don't leave the house for any reason."

"of course, don't worry corinna. we'll be fine,"

"i'll leave you now. call if you have any news, or something happens."

"okay," you said.

"can you pass the phone to mick, sweetheart?"

"sure, we'll talk soon. bye."

"bye, honey. love you, take care."

you handed the phone back, your brain didn't process what she said until you heard mick talking with her. his hold of your thigh never went away.

he only gave short replies to whatever corinna said, but his eyes never left your face. and neither did you.

he hung up, throwing the phone to one side.

"so... what do we do now?" you asked, resting your head on your fist, your elbow on the windowsill.

"well it looks like we'll be spending christmas here so, why don't we get started with the food?" he said, you nodded.

"what are you thinking?" you wiggled a little, trying to get your legs off from mick's lap, but he tightened the hold on your thigh, you gave up and left them there.

"i think we've got enough for lasagna, or we could make pizza."

"do we have all the ingredients?" you mentally checked everything you'd packed.

"i'm not sure, i think so."

"we should probably check," you said. mick threw his head back, closing his eyes.

"don't wanna get up," he mumbled.

"i'll go," you chirped, but his hands on your legs stopped you.

"stay, just a little while. whatever's there can wait." he said, opening one eye to look at you, you shook your head.

"just five minutes. come here," you didn't know what came over you, feeling too confident as you scooted to one side, inviting mick to lay next to you.

just like when you woke up, his arm was wrapped securely around you. you felt his breath on your neck, feeling your eyelids getting heavier as the seconds passed.

when you opened your eyes, you were alone. your eyes scanned the room, what you could see of the kitchen, and mick was nowhere to be found. you got up, calling his name as you wandered around the cabin. your heart sped up as you opened each door, hoping to find him, only to feel your heart breaking a little more when you were met with nothing but emptiness.

you pressed your back against the wall, sliding down, pulling your knees to your chest. the minutes seemed to last hours as you sat in that position.

what if something had happened? what if mick left you there on your own? had you done something wrong? what if-

the sound of something falling pulled you from your anxious thoughts. you rushed down the stairs, watching as mick, covered in snow, was stacking up some wood logs next to the fireplace.

"mick!" you called, breathless. he barely had time to stand up to his full height, turning to you as you ran to him. you jumped, wrapping your arms and legs around him, pulling him so impossibly close, not caring about the snow that was now melting against your clothes.

"what's wrong, angel? what happened?" he asked, his hold on you almost as tight and desperate as yours. you hid your face in his neck, unable to hold back the tears in your eyes.

"i tho- i thought you'd... left me. here." you managed to say. feeling his arms wrapping around you comfortingly.

"oh, schatz. i'm so sorry. i'd never leave you alone. i just had to get some more wood. you were asleep and i didn't want to wake you. i'm sorry, love." he whispered, playing with your hair. he walked, with you still in his arms. he sat on the couch, didn't ask you to move, just sat and whispered in your ear how sorry he was, reminded you how special you were to him. how his family would kill him if anything happened to you.

in all honesty, you didn't know why it affected you so much. you just sat on his lap as he spoke softly, held him close to you, afraid that he'd go away. his words helped you calm down, he promised to never do that again, but he needed to go change out of his wet clothes. you let him go, he kissed your forehead.

"if i didn't know you any better i'd think you have a crush on me. i'll be right back." he said, disappearing once he reached the top floor.

you sat stunned at his words, and you thought back to that moment with gina just before you left.

"have you got a crush on my brother?"

did you?

no, you didn't. he was just your friend. a close friend. possibly a best friend. what you felt wasn't a crush.

you did not have a crush on your best friend's brother.

you did not have a crush on your possibly best friend.

did you?

oh. you did.

well, fuck.

you felt the air leaving your lungs, the room started to shrink.

you couldn't risk it. his presence in your life, even if he was just a best friend, or just your best friend's brother... was better than not having him at all.

you felt numb the rest of the day. mick always stayed close to you, he felt so bad for not thinking how you'd feel, waking up all alone in an unknown place. he tried to talk to you, but you just weren't there. you weren't crying anymore, which was good. but you weren't smiling and joking around, either, which wasn't good.

as the clock neared midnight, you sat in front of the fireplace watching a cheesy christmas romance movie. your knees were pulled to your chest, fuzzy socks adorning your feet. your heart ached as the people on screen finally confessed their love for each other. you teared your eyes away from the screen when they started kissing, the credits rolling. mick turned off the tv, turning towards you.

"it's almost midnight," he said. you hummed, nodding. playing with your fuzzy socks. you saw as mick's hand grabbed yours, you slowly moved your eyes to his, looking away after barely half a second. "(y/n)... i- i've been wanting to tell you something. for a while now. i think i-"

"i love you," you interrupted. your heart stopped.

"you... what?" he said, and you cringed internally. gathering as much air as you could, your gaze met his heaven eyes.

"i- i mean that... you- you're one of the closest people in my life. and i realized i don't say it too often. so, i love you. like a best friend." you didn't care if you weren't making any sense, you just had to find a way to save yourself from further heartbreak and embarrassment.

"oh. right. yeah i... yeah, me too." he nodded once, then moved his eyes to the clock on the wall. "i should probably go to sleep now. you know, in case we... have to drive down tomorrow."

"okay."

"goodnight," he said, getting up from the couch.

"night," you murmured, letting your head fall back once he was out of sight.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

you paced your room back and forth, already wearing pjs, ready for bed. a mental war happening in your head. no. you had to tell him.

your eyebrows furrowed in determination, your fingers grabbed the doorknob, opening the door.

your breath hitched, you stopped dead in your tracks. your eyes met blue wide ones.

"i-"

"wh-"

you both started at the same time, stopping when you heard the other speaking. you remained silent for a few seconds, just looking at each other. you noticed his hair was messy, as if he'd been running his fingers through the strands. your eyes went back to his crystal clear ones, dark circles underneath. the funny feeling, the fluttering, you realized in that moment, were butterflies flying, hoping to be freed. mick opened his mouth to speak, your gaze fell to his pink lips.

one second you were staring at them, the next, you pressed them against your own. desperately, needing to feel his touch. his mouth moved against yours, a soft whimper leaving your throat when one of his hands grabbed your face whilst the other snaked around your back to pull your body flush against his.

you kissed like your lives depended on it. as if, instead of losing air from your lungs, every time you touched, they filled again. you poured all the frustration, pining, hidden feelings, and desires into the kiss. hoping he'd understand how you were feeling without having to mutter a single word.

he'd been wanting you for so long. since that first night on the rooftop. even more, when you started working together and he had to admire you from afar. much more, when he realized how much you loved his family.

his hands traveled down your sides, hoisting you until you wrapped your legs around him, feeling the wall behind you. you were the first one to break the kiss, breathless, leaning your head on the wall. your lips felt tingly, you bit your bottom lip as you watched mick's eyes scanning your face. you were so close, foreheads almost touching as your heavy breaths mixed together.

your hands grabbed his face, feeling him leaning into your touch, making your heart and stomach clench.

"i don't think i can... i..." you started, pausing in between your thoughts. he kissed you again, and it helped you refocus your head, "i don't want you like a best friend." you muttered against his lips.

"good. neither do i." you smiled, the tension leaving your shoulders as you connected your lips again.

"your hand is so small," mick said, hours later. the sun was making its way up through the clouds.

"not my fault you're a giant," you said, kissing his cheek.

your palms were pressed together, his fingers playing with your stretched ones. until he slipped his between the free space between your own, curling them, fingertips brushing against the back of your hand. you did the same, loving the way they seemed to fit in like puzzle pieces.

your head was leaning on his shoulder as your hands never broke contact. you relished in the way you laid next to him. after hours making love with him, after declarations of love and devotion and promises of forever.

you wanted to stay there, like that, forever.

you wanted to make yourselves small enough, so you'd fit inside a snow globe. one that you could take care of with all of your love. you wanted to live in that moment, when you finally accepted you'd fallen in love with your best friend's brother.

the drive home was different, your fingers were laced together with his, resting on the console between you. occasionally, either you or mick would lift your hands up to your lips and kiss the other's knuckles. it felt... normal. so normal to mark him as yours, to mark you as his, so normal that you didn't even notice you were still holding hands once gina greeted you when you finally arrived home.

you noticed her eyes on your joined hands, didn't care if she looked, or asked. all you cared about was mick, and judging by the way he was tightening his grip around you, he only needed you by his side.

"finally," gina said, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. you hugged her with your free arm, not letting go of mick. "do you know how tired i was of pretending to be sick so you'd finally leave?" she said as she hugged her brother.

"you weren't sick?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"no. i planned it with mick so you could be alone for once."

"so the joyful twins from the shining?"

"i slipped up, i still have the bruise on my leg from when you kicked me, you jerk." she poked her brother. who only laughed, letting go of your hand to place an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his chest,

"sorry. it worked, though." he said as he kissed your head.

"what worked?" corinna asked, walking up to you.

"you have a new daughter," gina said. corinna looked at you two, the way you were holding each other, a twinkle in your eyes, and she couldn't help but tear up.

"you two look so lovely together," she smiled, wiping the tears away. you pushed mick towards his mother, he hugged her as she let the tears fall. they stayed like that for a few moments before they pulled away, she stretched her hand and you took it, hugging her as well. "i knew there was something between you two. i couldn't have asked for a better girl for my kids. you don't know how much i appreciate and how thankful i am for everything you've done for mick and gina. you are what our family's been missing."

"thank you for- for giving me a family. a place where i feel like i belong. there really is no other place i'd rather be than right here with you. all of you," you emphasized the word all, in hopes that they'd understand what you meant. they did. you saw it in the way their chests heaved with pride and smiles somehow got bigger.

a few days later, you were still with the schumachers, now celebrating the new year.

"we'll have to settle for some ground rules," gina said later that night. it was just you and mick on a couch, with gina in front of you on another.

"for what?" mick asked, kissing your shoulder. you snuggled deeper into his chest.

"that," she pointed at you, you rolled your eyes as mick laughed. "as much as i like you two together, you're still my brother and she's still my best friend, i don't want to see you two like that all the time."

"then close your eyes," you teased. she poked her tongue out.

"funny. i'm serious."

"nice to meet you, serious. i'm mick." he said, and gina groaned as you laughed.

"you know what? i'm leaving." she got up and slapped you both on her way to her room.

"i thought you were serious, wait, come back!" you called out for her, in reply you only heard her door slamming.

"god, she's gonna hate us," mick said.

"it's her fault for setting us up," you kissed his lips.

"mick!" you heard gina.

"yeah?" he called.

"there was a package delivered for you earlier!"

"where is it?!"

"i don't know!"

"okay!"

"what?!"

"okay!"

"are you two done?" you asked, they yelled at each other from opposite ends of the house.

"yep. hold on." he got up and started looking for whatever he'd ordered. "ah, here it is." he said as he grabbed a small box.

"what's that?" you asked, mick plopped down on the couch again.

"it's for you." he said and you sat up, excited. "i realized, i never gave you a christmas present, so this is for you," he handed you the small box and you began opening it.

two chains. one with your initials on it. one with his.

"actually, they're for us," he said, taking the necklace with his initials, and he turned it, the date of that christmas engraved on it. "this one's for you," he handed it to you, then grabbed the other one. "this one's mine."

he helped you put yours on and then you helped him. grabbing the small charm with your initials between your fingers.

"i love it, this way everyone will know you're mine," you kissed him.

"as long as you're all mine," he said, and you nodded.

"yours," you whispered against his lips.

"mine," he reassured you.

"mine," you repeated.

"all yours," he kissed you, finally.

you let him place your back against the sofa as he climbed on top of you, his lips hovering over yours. begging to be kissed. you answered their prayer, wrapping your arms around his neck, his necklace colliding with yours.

"i think- falling for my best friend's brother might have been the best decision of my life."

"i couldn't agree more, schatz."

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 11

WC: 2077

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: full on angst, discussions of emotional trauma, mild depictions of blood/gore, mentions of self h*rm & su*cide, mentions of child abuse, discussions of physical disabilities, institutionalization, some dialogue & plot canon to TV show, hurt/comfort

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The rest of the conference went by much like the first day did. Both you and Laszlo bought a few books for your collections. An ease had settled over your conversations with the help of Sara and John's presence; you spoke more freely with each other. You tell yourself it is not because he's going soft on you or vice versa, but rather that you have found yourself in this imaginary bubble where you happen to get on well. It's inevitable that it will pop once you’re back at school and Laszlo will revert back to his usual callous state.

Laszlo. It still felt odd to think of him like that, rather than by his title. You couldn't lie, it gave you a sort of thrill. Even in your dreams you had only called him by his honorific. Thankfully you didn't have another dream after Friday. You couldn't escape the feeling that you'd said something incriminating in front of the man in question. So you chose to pretend it didn't happen.

Monday morning came and you headed to the train station. Once again he had secured a private cabin for the journey. This time you came prepared with a book since you had yet to replace your broken phone.

"Thank you again for inviting me to this, I really enjoyed myself. It was really nice of the department to foot my travel expenses, the hotel was really fancy. I may have helped myself to a mini-bottle or two," you joked.

"There is no need to worry about the department's finances; they were not involved."

You pause. He paid for you? Laszlo did say he would take care of the arrangements; but the four-star hotel, the private compartment train tickets, the admission to the conference, and every meal? Shit, that must have been a fortune, hundreds of dollars at least.

You don't know what to say, so you settle for an awkward "oh." A moment passes before you add "I appreciate that, um, I can pay you back. Might take some time but I can."

The professor is flippant in his reply. "There is no need, it was well spent for the research and knowledge acquired." He opens his book signaling the conversation is over.

You lick your lips. Fine then, I'll just consider it payment for emotional suffering and damages of the last eight weeks.

The first few hours of the journey were spent reading one of the new books you picked up at the convention. Occasionally you would peek over the pages at the professor. He was engrossed in his own selection; sometimes he would pause to write down a thought.

Around the seventh hour of your journey you had given up on reading anymore in favor of looking at the fields outside. The silence was comforting.

Laszlo had trouble concentrating on the book in his hand. He saw you as a conundrum. One minute you could be sociable and teasing with your comments, then next you were biting at his throat with your quick wit and fierce ideals. He decides that he wants to know what made you into who you are today. Now is as good a time as any.

His eyes on you cause a tingle up your spine but you ignore it. Laszlo breaks the silence; "may I ask a personal question?"

"You just did," you answer, still peering out of the large window. He huffed once, amused. At his following silence you face him. You raise your eyebrows to signal him to go on with his question. Curiosity grows at the thought of what he intends to ask.

"Twice now you have made implications of a traumatic past," he begins.

Bubble popped.

Interrupting, you snark "is this the part where you psychoanalyze me, doc? Because trust me, I've been through enough of that." You pick at the lint on your jeans.

Laszlo tries to choose his words more carefully the next time he speaks. "What I mean to say is, the first afternoon in the classroom where you defended that student you implied you had been witness to a trauma. You then displayed signs of anger and embarrassment before leaving prematurely. Yesterday you mentioned having entered a psychiatric facility. As an alienist I can't help but find myself curious about your experiences."

You slide your eyes to meet his from across the cabin. Your face is devoid of any emotion. "We all have our demons. Even you can't argue with that."

Your jaw clenches. Everyone had warned you. They all said he would try to worm his way into your head to figure you out. All the reviews, the gossip, everything. It was a big fat 'I told you so'. You give a pitiful laugh at the situation. "You know, everyone told me that you would pull this stunt."

He seems confused by your statement. "And what is that?"

"That you'd get inside my head and try to figure me all out or whatever. You already know I googled you beforehand, what everyone says about your methods. By now I assume you've done a little research yourself. I promise you there is nothing exciting here," you scoff and point to yourself.

"You would be correct in your assumption." You chew at your cheek as he starts. "I do know some of what happened in your past. Yet I also know that society likes to dilute the truth into something either more palatable, more entertaining, for people to consume greedily. What I want to know is what you have faced. How you have not allowed the experience to overcome you so much so that your humanity is erased like the characters I lecture on."

Eyes closing of their own volition you are thrown back in time to that night so many years ago. You didn't talk about it anymore. Bitsy knew of course, but that was the extent.

Laszlo waits. He knows this is likely to push you over the edge if your history with him means anything. Quite frankly, anyone would be tossed to their limit at his interrogation had they gone through what you had. John always told him that he needed to work on his bedside manner; that he had a habit of coming on too strong in his pursuit of learning the intricacies of the human mind. But your earlier comment about being sent to a so-called 'nuthouse' rubbed him the wrong way. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed to know. He needed to understand.

Laszlo can imagine the reprimand that he would receive from John and Sara for this. Just as he considers apologizing for his intrusion you open your eyes.

"She was fine. None of us suspected anything was wrong. I came home from having dinner with some… boy, and she had locked herself in the bathroom. She- she must have started over the sink and moved to sit on the side of the tub. She was hunched inside it when I got the door open. I pulled her out. Blood was… everywhere." Your voice is clinical as you explain.

"After, I shut down. So I checked myself into a psych ward a few days later when I couldn't get the feel of her blood off my hands. It's slippery, you know. And it smells. You wouldn't think so but it does." You clear your throat. "I did the therapy, took the meds they prescribed, all the standard treatments. Later I started watching true crime documentaries. I'd heard about exposure therapy so I figured the more I saw the gore, the less the image of my dead roommate would bother me. And it did help. The nightmares stopped after a while, I came back to school. I was better, just not the same.” You had watched the passing landscape as you explained. Turning to face him you speak again. “That's why those pictures didn't bother me. They weren't anything I hadn't seen before."

He contemplates you. The discovery and subsequent loss of your friend in this manner would no doubt cause lingering effects to your psyche. A stain that would forever remind you. "I offer my sincerest condolences. I do not presume to know what that would be like to experience, but I am glad you sought help afterwards. To make the choice to alleviate yourself of your own suffering where possible.”

As he says this he realizes that your anger towards the idea of being enslaved to unconscious impulse makes perfect sense. It explains why you focused so much energy on defending your belief in free will. That you have the power to choose how you carry your joy, your anger, your healing. It reminds him of how he held onto his own guilt and hurt, ignoring how it festered within him for so long. He feels as though he needs to share a piece of himself with you.

“I played piano as a child, quite well too. My mother hoped I would someday make a career of it. I vividly remember playing Mozart’s Concerto for Piano No. 20 in D Minor at a holiday party when I was seven years old. It was my favorite to play.... It requires two hands." You finally look at him. "My father...” He pauses to gather himself.

Now it is the doctor that cannot meet your eyes. As you listen you feel your confusion grow. How could he have been a talented pianist if he only had full use of his left hand? Unless..., the realization dawns on you just as he continues, his words slow.

“My father had two sides. One loving and the other brutal, the two often coexisting. It was something as trivial as putting me to bed, I recall... A game of tug of war. We were laughing…” He inhales a sharp breath. Already you can feel the tears begin to blur your vision. “I don't remember if he was drunk or if I said something that offended him. He must have pulled my arm behind my back.” Laszlo exhales shakily. “In small children, fractures can often affect…” he trails off, unable to finish. You can hear how he barely holds himself together.

Your heart aches for the broken man that sits in front of you. He never let on how much his arm bothered him, at least not within your presence. Suddenly you don’t see him as this rude, insufferable, obsessive man, but instead as someone that spends his life trying to protect himself. He projects his own anger and hurt so that he may, just for a minute, forget about his own demons. He wants to help others even when he feels he cannot bear to help himself.

But unlike you, he has to live with the physical reminder of his past every day of his life.

You stand and move to sit on his right side. Before allowing yourself to think too much of your actions, you place your hand atop his own, curling your fingers around his palm and squeezing delicately. You don’t bother wiping away the tears on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Laszlo;” the whisper is barely heard above the sound of the train. A second passes where you fear you have overstepped and offended him by touching the affected limb. When his thumb tightens against the backs of your fingers you know he is not. He holds you in place.

“You asked me how I kept my humanity. How does anyone really? We learn to take what we get and we carry it in a bag. Sometimes you have to drag the damn thing behind you. But eventually the weight gets less and less if you allow yourself to move forward, even if it’s still there with you all the time. I dealt with what happened years ago and it does still haunt me. It’s easier now than it was, but… I- I suppose I’ve learned from you too. Sitting in those lectures and hearing you talk. We can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives… or we can accept it… and use the memory of our pain to help ourselves and others.”

“I’m not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.” His tone is mournful.

You turn to smile at him through your tears. His own eyes are bloodshot. “I disagree. If it weren’t, if we didn’t have the freedom to choose that, we’d all be murderers.”

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fairestwriting · 3 years

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time for another self-indulgent prompt! heard from the grapevine that you also adore riddle, so i like to request a slowburn between him and a male heartslabyul classmate from their 1st year. him noticing riddle being stressed all the time (self-imposed burdens of the rosehearts legacy, later as dorm leader), deciding to do something for him. riddle waking to find strawberry tarts outside his room periodically for weeks, months to right after his overblot, where he receives his biggest tart yet

I AM ONCE AGAIN THANKING U FOR FEEDING ME

word count: 1027 / rating: gen. audiences / pairing: riddle x m!reader

There's no way it wouldn't hurt to see him like this.

You wouldn't say you and Riddle were close, exactly, but ending up in the same dorm, and then class twice in a row made up for some level of interaction. Maybe you'd call yourself his friend if you were feeling bold, but semantics don't really matter when you get to witness just what lies behind Riddle's tyrannical mask.

You wonder when the cracks started to show up, now. Maybe it was Trappola, that underclassman who just seemed to feel genuine glee over getting under Riddle's skin. Maybe it was just an increase of pressure by being the one out of the seven other leaders who had gotten the position since the first year. You didn't know enough to understand his entire situation.

But you did know it wasn't good.

Riddle goes to bed after everyone and wakes up before them. There are curfew rules in Heartslabyul, but no explicit bedtime, and you know he knows this well -- You see how he stalks around in the hallways later at night, when he thinks no one is around, wobbly and with his head hanging low, sighing here and there.

It colors your interactions. The few greetings, the conversations, Riddle's tired-looking face just comes to mind, and you get that itch to do something, even if it's something small, just to put a smile on his face for a moment. Sure, Riddle was strict, he had a temper, he could be mean, but...

...well, you find out by watching him sneaking food from the kitchen at night that he liked strawberry tarts, and you start making some of these for him, leaving them outside his room as discreetly as possible, a note written eat me attached to it.

(You waited nearby, holding your breath, to see how he'd react, the first time you did it. Usually cold gray eyes lit up beautifully, and somehow, that just became your thing.)

"...is it from Trey? I wonder if I should even eat this..." He muttered, tracing a finger around the plate. A wobbly smile appears on your face. If only he knew, huh. Watching him mention another guy's name kind of sours the mood, although you can't exactly tell why. Because you're just doing a favor for a friend, right?

The look on Riddle's eyes shows up in your dream that night. You don't remember the rest of it.

Trappola continues what he'd started, and the conditional support Heartslabyul students had for its leader begins to dwindle. Desperate requests to change dorms continue popping up -- He'd collared you this week, too, and your friends ask why you don't want to leave. To which you don't know how to answer. They call you an idiot for it. You think that they might be right.

Then the overblot happens. And now you're knocking on his door, heartbeat reverberating across you, a big strawberry tart in hands.

You're not sure if that confirms what they said, or if it proves them wrong.

"Riddle?" You ask, tentative, and you look down. Your hands sweat, for some reason. Why are you even so nervous? You don't really get why. "It's me. Are you busy now?"

There's a pause.

"I can spare a moment. Just a second." You hear, and it makes your heart leap. The door opens suddenly, Riddle had that tired look on his face -- Until he didn't. "Oh. That's..."

His eyes fall on the tart, immediately. You smile, face feeling warm.

"Um. I don't really know how to say this, but..." You begin. Riddle stares at the red of the glazed strawberries like he's in a daze, but he looks up at you once more. Your tyrannical dorm leader, somehow seeming so... soft, you think might be a word to describe it. "I wasn't there for the overblot but I heard about it... I got worried about you and I thought maybe I could...d-do something to make you happy, I guess?"

Ah, that's a mess, but--

You give up on words, somewhat, and push the tart further towards Riddle. "Well, I made it for you. I know you like them, and you're always working so hard. I thought you deserved something nice every now and then."

"Oh." Riddle repeats, voice small as he blinks, puzzled. A flush creeps across his face. "Wait, so you were..."

"Yup." You sigh, laughing awkwardly. "...is it weird to say I've always been worried about you? I just never really knew how to say it, and I feel bad I never did, now..."

You hand him the tart and shrug, he takes it into his small hands that brush against yours slightly during the exchange. Riddle really did seem to much softer like this, like he's a different person when he doesn't have all those rules in his minds. And you, well...

...was it weird you just had the urge to take care of him?

"Thank you." Riddle says, almost a whisper. Your odd smile widens. You get the urge to tell him things, though you're not sure what, exactly. It's just a nice change of pace, like this. "I don't know what else to say, really, but I'm grateful to see that you...c-care about me, I guess."

"Of course!" You chime, your heart feeling ready to soar upon his gratitude. "Feel free to rely on me anytime, okay? I'm here for you and everything. I hope you like the tart too."

"Yes, I'll let you know if I need anything."

"Good." You nod, containing the urge to ruffle his hair-- You knew that'd get you collared in two seconds, vulnerability or not. "Well, if that's the case, I'll..."

"Wait!" Riddle's voice is suddenly louder. You stop in the middle of a step.

"Yeah?"

He looks at you, blushing red, silent for a moment -- One more pause for an interaction already littered with them, the awkwardness might have affected you in any other setting, but now, well, your attention was elsewhere.

"Thank you. I-I mean it. The tarts were really good."

The smile you get makes your cheeks hurt, almost.

"Of course."

Oh, you weren't an idiot at all.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #lis writing

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romeulusroy · 3 years

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Being Pollys Long Lost Child Would Include: (Part #1)

Showing up the Small Heath with nothing but a suitcase and a vague idea of where to go

You actually run into your cousins/brother before you even know who they are on the way there

Breaking through their group right down the middle, unaware of who the Peaky Blinders are

A few yell or tease, but you don't care, not when it's this important

Telling Michael to fuck off when he makes a comment about how rude you are, unaware he's actually your brother

Still, you won't let those assholes ruin your big day

Staring down the front door

What does someone say in a situation like this?

Sorry I didn't visit sooner, I never knew you existed? Did you ever give up a child so many years ago looks like you? Do you have any kids?

You barely knocked twice before the door swung open

You weren't sure who to picture. . . . the woman all those people described seemed like a million women. . . Sometimes she was a mastermind, other times a drunk, she could be feared or admired, smart or stupid. . .

Instead all you saw were her big brown eyes and look of distrust

"Yes?"

"Are you, uh. . . did you. . . I'm y/n, I think you might be my mother."

The statement comes out stuttered and flunky, but it's strikes her none of the less, leaving her quiet for a moment

Anna was dead, Michael had come home, but they never found her baby

She couldn't let herself get her hopes up, knowing anyone could have set you up to this now that business was growing and so was their list of enemies, but she couldn't deny you if it really was true

Against her own judgement, she let's you in before anyone sees you

She knew she shouldn't have, but when you're sitting there, before her, she can picture all the times you were a baby

How your features matched, though of course that had been a long time ago, maybe she was just making it up to match for her own good

She thought about you every day, about the life you could have lead, the person you would have become, it made her sad, but hopeful, the same way she felt when she thought about Anna

You let her look, and after a while, she spoke up

"What did you say your name was?"

It's not the name her baby had, but you were so young, she figured they could have renamed you the way Michael's parents had

You found yourself telling her everything, talking before you could stop yourself or even realize what you were saying, wanting to unveil something that would convince her you were hers

From your parents, to your siblings, your grades in school and all the detentions you'd gotten, the friends you made and the hobbies you had

You never told anyone about all the times you felt different, strange, like you didn't quite fit in, and yet you were telling a complete stranger all of it and more

It wasn't until you mentioned your baby blanket, the one you'd actually brought with you, did it catch her attention

That was one thing your parents neglected to change

Polly was the one to sew the holes in it, passing it down from your siblings to you, she recognized her own stitching

Suddenly you're in her arms, being called another name

You found her, you found your mother

If Polly could have kept you for herself, she would have, knowing the kind of world you were walking into, the dangers you would face by associating yourself with her

In return, she tells you about your brother and sister, stories about you as a baby, memories coming back before she can stop them

The time your sister dressed you up and pretended you were one of her dolls, when your brother thought he could trade you in for a puppy

Like Michael, you're thrown into the family before you know what's going on

The boys burst through the door, all of them talking at once, interrupting your time together

"What are you doing here?" You question, recognizing Michael

"Me? Who the fuck are you?" The two of you look to your mother and Polly knows, just by your fighting, you're her baby

Being introduced to an army of relatives all at once

Your cousins are welcoming, friendly, the oldest ones laughing, teasing about how chubby you were as a baby

Your attitude towards your brother doesn't change, he's a pain in the ass already, but you'd never had an older sibling before, you figured he wasn't the worst of the worst, right?

Besides, you barely know one another, you hope it'll get better the more you get to know one another

It doesn't take her long to explain the business

You're curious, and observant, two things that work in your favor and against your mothers

You're not naive either

Sure, you didn't grow up with any of this, and though your parents tried to shelter you, you always knew where to find trouble

The way they cling to one another, how the crowds disperse, the mere mention of your family name, the gleam from their caps, this was not the kind of business one would brag about being part of, at least not in the company of others

You weren't stupid

Still, Polly tries to keep you away, at a distance, as do the rest of your family

You're still a kid in their eyes, but you make that pretty hard

It becomes clear what your parents were trying to hide from you, protect you from, but you weren't scared like they were, you were fascinated

It also becomes clear how easy you fit into it all, becoming a shadow to your mother, your brother, anyone who will let you follow and watch until you show them just how much you've learned

This lifestyle was dangerous and addictive, and like the rest of your family, you understand the appeal, much to your mother's dismay

Eventually she lets you in, let's you practice shooting a gun with your brother, go to the bar with your cousins, sit in on family meetings

Her one rule is that you are never, under any circumstances, alone

You take to the lifestyle quite easy despite her fears

The feeling you've always had where you never could quite fit in with your family, your siblings, even the kids around you, it all went away

Being paired up with Finn a lot since you two are the youngest

You don't mind all the time though

He teaches you a lot of tricks with his brothers, the other blinders, ways to get people to listen to what he has to say, share all their secrets

You prove yourself not only worthy of the Gray name, but also your place in the business as well

You don't quite idolize Thomas as much as your brother does, and when you can't bite your tongue any longer, it can get you into trouble

Luckily, your mother is always ready to stick up for you

She catches herself calling you by the name she gave you, and though you're not quite ready to take it, you know she means well

"Fuck off, Michael."

"I'm telling mum you said that."

"Snitch."

Fighting with your brother becomes normal, not all out of hatred anymore, but a constant, dull annoyance

You begin to find your place here, in the job, the family, everything

Part of you hates to admit that you don't miss who you used to be, who you thought you were going to be

Your parents knew you were smart, but they always assumed you'd live a life like theirs, one of safety, predictability, a life that was boring

Here, you had a life of excitement, danger, one that kept you on your toes, where moving up in the world was something to work towards, not just dream of

Polly knew what you were leaving behind, and she wouldn't have stopped you or blamed you if you decided to turn back, but it was the happiest day of her life when you knocked on that door

You were giving her the second chance she always wanted

Your parents, on the other hand, are anything but happy

You call home a few times, assuring them you miss them, you're thinking of them, you might visit, and that you're happier than ever, but your parents know something is up

Word spreads quick in a small place like yours

Rumor spread you'd run off with a secret partner, skipped town after getting into trouble again, joined the circus

The more time that passed, the crazier they became

But your parents knew

They should have suspected you were lying from the beginning, that you were after the one thing you' d always asked about, that you figured out all along what they'd kept secret. . . . .

Now they regretted not seeing it before

It takes a little while for them to figure out where you went, where Polly ended up, but they found you again, and they were coming to bring you home once and for all

A/N: Ahhh okay I know I kinda left it on a cliffhanger!!! I hope this part was as good as the first!!! There might be a third idk yet :P

#headcanon #polly gray #polly gray headcanon #peaky blinders #peaky blinders headcanon #series #ennasfavorites

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ilove-cedricdiggory · 3 years

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I love you, Sev!

Severus Snape x Reader (Platonic siblings)

Summary - As Severus' sister, things don't go exactly as planned, even with Draco by your side now.

Trigger Warning - Death, a bit soppy, it might be absolutely horrible

Request - Yes! By @sabor-a-ksoo

I'm super sorry if it's horrible! But I hope you like it!

Fifth Year

You smiled at Draco from across the hall, blushing softly as he winked at you. It was lunch time and, while you usually sat with Draco, you promised some of your friends you'd all sit over at Ravenclaw and catch up.

"Y/n, what's that there?" Your friend y/f/n asked, pushing a bit of hair over your shoulder and pointing at the bruise on your neck, wiping a bit of the concealer off of it to show it's vibrant shade. "Hey, don't do that, I have class with Sev next!" It felt weird to refer to him as Snape, seeing as you were Snape too. You pulled your hair back over your shoulder and glared at your friend, a blush covering your cheeks.

"Well, what is it?" You gained the attention of your entire friend group, all of their eyes set on you. You glanced over to Malfoy to see him smirking, having been upset you covered the mark he purposefully left on you to remind the first years that you were with him.

"Draco and I might have....finally been together like that" the blush on your cheek grew brighter as you admitted to your friends. It had been a rough day for you yesterday, and Draco stayed with you through it all. One thing led to another and you found yourself so incredibly safe and comfortable in his arms, losing your virginity to your incredibly amazing boyfriend.

Your friends all gossiped about the deep mark on your neck, chatting to you about the time with your boyfriend before you admitted to wanting to leave a bit early to get a slow walk in with Draco to your shared class of Potions. Leaving your friends, your bookbag over your shoulder, you met with Draco at the entrance to the hall, slowly walking hand in hand with him.

While he had been quite hesitant to show any form of PDA when you first got together, although having gone to the ball together last year did help in your favor, the two of you had grown comfortable to a small bit of it in the hallways.

"I see your friends found my little mark." He spoke, the cockiness flowing from his lips quite happily. "Dray, you know the only reason I covered it was because I have to talk to Sev today. I have to tell him." You had wanted to tell your brother the moment you found out, but your schedule kept you quite far from his classroom yesterday, and you and Draco had been a little caught up in your dorm room after dinner.

His demeanor softened for you, kissing your forehead softly. "I know, love. I'll be there, if you want me to, you know that." his voice always had a soft tone when it came to you. You always dreamed of changing someone like the muggle love stories spoke of, being the good for someone who was so bad, but you genuinely didn't expect it when you met your boyfriend, but the last thing you were going to do was complain.

You both sat in class, Severus keeping the two of you as far away as possible in his class. While he accepted the fact that the two of you were together, he still hated the idea of Malfoy holding you in general, let alone his own classroom. You sat in the front, where he kept a nice eye on you during the time spent in his class, Draco sitting in the back corner with Goyle. You were copying the notes on the board when you heard the smack of your brothers book coming in contact with someone's head. Although, your expectations were not met when you glanced back to see your boyfriend rubbing his head, the note someone must have passed him now being held by your brother.

"Passing notes, Draco?" His voice was sharper, expecting better from his student, especially Malfoy. He unfolded the note, keeping eye contact with the blonde. "Sir, I wouldn't -" Crabbe was silenced with a sharp look from Snape, his eyes looking down on the note.

Whatever he read, you could tell he didn't enjoy. The grip on the paper tightened, his jaw clenched as he looked down at the fifth year, his look even sharper than you thought it could be. "See me after class, boy." He spoke, walking to the front quickly.

The class was dismissed early, which surprised you incredibly. While your brother was a lot of things, a teacher who let students out early wasn't one. Although you knew he would focus on Draco, you stayed behind to talk to him, slowly packing up your bags. "Y/n, leave." The voice was almost as sharp as it was the first time you spoke to Severus, the tone slicing you. "I need to talk to you-" "I said leave!" He stood, slamming his hand on his desk. "No!" Your legs forced you to stand, your eyes forming slits of their own. "Okay, then you can watch me murder Draco for sleeping with you." His feet carried him to your boyfriend, pinning him against the wall, Snape's wand digging into his neck.

"Severus!" You yelled, rushing to the two yourself. "Stop it!" The fear in your boyfriend's eyes are what you expected filled them the first time he was threatened by his head of house. "You think you can sleep with my sister?" Your hands shook, your mind racing as you tried to think of a solution.

"Dad's dead!" you yelled out, hoping to gain his attention.

While you did, your heart hurt at the way you set this on the older man. "What?" He asked, letting go of the boy, turning to look at you. "He, he passed away, Sev. I got the owl yesterday. I was going to find you, but none of my classes came close to you yesterday, you weren't at dinner, and I know you'd be upset with me if I broke curfew." You left out the part of being happily in bed with the boy slowly backing away.

"The funeral is two days from now."

You weren't sure how the rest of the day happened, you weren't really sure how the next two days happened, but you found yourself standing between Draco and Severus, a black dress sitting upon your skin as you watched the funeral. Your hand was tightly in Draco's, your eyes glancing up to check on the dark haired man beside you occasionally.

After you had a moment with the grave of your father, you met the two back in the car, heading to the house you grew up in. While it was dark and dreary for you, you only imagined what Severus was feeling. You met with the minister, your father having left his will with him. While you were quite surprised of the outcome, Severus didn't even flinch as you were left with everything your father had to offer, leaving him with nothing.

You walked into your room, glancing around at the space, remembering the memories you had, the positive and happy ones, but only felt a sadness for your brother, knowing he had nothing of the sort. Your feet quickly led you to your father's study, having heard him enter it as you walked off yourself, only to find him sitting in the desk chair, a letter in his hands. He was shaking slightly, causing a worry to fill up inside of you. Before he noticed your presence, too wrapped up in the letter, your wand was pulled at two words slipped from your lips, "Accio letter." Before he could stop the parchment from leaving his fingertips, it fell to your own, your eyes skimming the paper quickly.

"Severus....my only son....I apologise for so much....I know I was wrong.....your sister.....I have no right to ask you for anything.....watch over her.....If there is any good I ever left for you, it's her...." As your eyes went back to the top of the paper to read it's words properly, it was taken out of your grip, folded, and placed in the inside pocket of your brother's suit before he walked out silently.

Sixth Year

Your breath was held as your stared up at the dark haired woman, a fear in your entire soul, one you didn't even know you could feel. You heard him before you saw him, his horrible voice filling your ears. "Another Snape, I knew ministry records would prove to be more than beneficial." Your eyes shut as he stepped before you, only to have Bellatrix's hands forcing them open, your eyes making contact with his. "You will help Draco." Be stated, looking behind you to the boy being held back by his father, desperately attempting to reach you. "You will. Kill. Dumbledore."

You were released, your body falling to the floor, only to be cradled in your boyfriend's arms moments later. "I'm so sorry love, I'm so, so sorry." Tears slipped from your eyes the moment you knew your were alone with Draco, a sob softly falling from your lips. You were scared beyond imagine, never having thought you'd come face to face with Voldemort like you just had.

You were forced up quickly, oxygen leaving your lungs as you feared the worst, but were quickly met with the face of your brother. "How?" He asked, looking at Draco. "Umbridge, as soon as he slipped into the Ministry, she was quick to explain about the other Snape. Mom wrote to her to invite her to the Manor, when she arrived, Bellatrix met her." You stared up at your brother, but his eyes refused to meet yours. He nodded once, twice, before stepping back to pace the floor.

"I'll write to Beauxbatons, I'm sure they will let you in even though it's your sixth year. If not, Ilvermony would be more than happy to take you." He nodded once more, moving to the door. "Sev, stop." You spoke, but watched him continue his walk. "Sev." You tried again, but the sound of his steps continued to fill the air. "Severus!" You yelled out, a sob slipping again.

"I'm not leaving Hogwarts, I'm not. I'm not leaving Draco, and I sure as hell am not leaving you! I'm your sister, everyone knows now. I'm not leaving." Your voice held stronger than you thought it would, but your tears still slipped down your cheeks. Although he didn't turn to face you, you watched his shoulders tense before exiting the room, your body collapsing into your boyfriend's once more.

As you walked with Draco through the halls of your school, your heart felt heavier than it did every year at school combined. The joy you felt every time you walked into the door of the school didn't fill your body, the warmth you felt each moment in it's corridors was replaced with a chilling cold that felt harsher than the worst of winters.

With every attempt of the murder, you found it harder and harder to breathe. Draco had admitted to you about Snape taking on the Unbreakable spell for him, not much was said about you and, nothing was ever said to you. Any type of time you set aside for your older brother was now filled with plans of, well, murder. Plans to kill the best headmaster you ever knew.

As you and Draco stood before the old man, your heart broke with every padding second. "Draco, Y/n, let me help you." His voice was feeble like, almost dipped in death already. "I don't need your help. Don't you understand, we have to do this, we have to kill you. Or he's going to kill her, me. Both of us." His hand was tightly enclosed in yours, but as the room filled with death eaters, Bellatrix pried you both apart and whispered harshly to you both. "Do it!"

But, the spell was cast by the man who had separated himself from you all year. Your eyes wide as you watched the man fall from the tower, both Draco and Severus ushering you off the grounds.

Seventh Year

With each word that came from Hogwarts to any "death eaters" meeting, the muggle pen wrote it all down on the soft skin of your arm, only to be copied down onto parchment and sent out in hopes that it safely met the trio.

With each day that passed, the fear in your heart grew. Not only the fear of Voldemort, but the fear of death that came with any student that sat in the halls of Hogwarts.

Hogwarts.

Your heart clutched with both love and hatred of the school. Love for the memories, the moments, the time spent. Hatred for the actions being fulfilled there by the man you called your brother.

You stayed quite close with Draco in his home, the both of you fearing every breath you took. The honest feeling of life of death hung over the backs of you both, the fear of the coming war plaguing you, paralyzing you. The only hope you had was the hope of the trio, of Harry Potter. The boy who lived in fear every second, just like the entire wizarding world.

You longed to see your friends, you longed to see your professors, you longed to see your brother. But each day was filled with voices of the dark, plans for the deaths, and nightmares of the future. It all lead up to the moment you stood behind Voldemort, praying the help you sent before had met Harry, your hand tightly in Draco's. As the wands raised, attempting to break down the protections spells, you released the hand of your love and fled off into the woods, praying you could find any way of entrance into the castle. Your heart beat harshly against your chest, the sweat pouring from your skin as you looked at the professors on the other side of the spells.

You smiled at them, hope filling you as they smiled back. Thank merlin for Harry communicating your loyalty to them all. You were filled with a happy kind of dread when the barrier broke, knowing it allowed you in, but with the price of the wrong end of the war following you. You slipped into the castle, finding the trio with quite a bit of work.

Your greetings were met with quick hugs and smiles, but was followed with spells being cast in every direction, hoping you could protect each other with each one. You all froze as Harry groaned in pain, your heart hurting for the boy before you. None of you deserved this war, none of you deserved this fear, but Harry didn't deserve this pain.

He explained the location of the dark wizard, leading the three of you to the boat house. A squeak almost left your lips, but Hermione's hands slipped over you, holding your head to her chest as you watched in horror, Voldemort speaking to your brother. With each passing second, you felt as though a millions years moved before you. Your heart shattering as you watched the horrid snake beat into your brother, taking with him each breath of life.

As soon as the girl let you go, you scrambled into the building, rushing to the dark haired man. "Sev, Sev, no." You cried, holding him to you. "No, it's okay, you're gonna be okay. Harry, do something!" You screamed at the boy, looking at him desperately. "Y/n," he began, but words refused to form at his tongue. "Hermione, you have to know something, some kind of spell." You sobbed harder as she looked as heartbroken as the boys, causing you to look down at your brother. "Sev, please." You cried, watching as Harry took the tear from his cheek.

"I am so sorry, y/n." his voice grew weaker with each syllable, his eyes almost shaking with the force he was using to keep them open. "I- I love you." He whispered, his eyes desperate as he prayed he was heard by the one person in the world he found himself able to love after Lily.

Your sobs filled the air, your arms holding his body. "Sev, Sev, I love you too." You cried out, wishing nothing more than to be able to go back and hold him like a sister should her brother more than you ever did.

"I won't let him win, I won't." you whispered, your eyes closing as your felt a part of you slip from your being, leaving a brother size whole in its place.

After the war

"You're sure you have everything? I mean, if you don't, I'll owl it to you, but you have your robes, yes? You'll need to put those on before you arrive. And you have a bit of money for the trolley, yes? Your dad gave you some?" You patted down your son, attempting to tame his hair. While he got the color from his father, the texture and mess came from you.

"Honey, Harry is here." Your husband's voice was soft as it always was in your ear, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both turned to greet the man. "Harry, Ginny." Your arms wrapped around both in a hug, having kept in touch with them quite a bit sense the war. "Y/n, Draco." Harry said, turning back around to attend to his own son.

"How is he feeling?" You asked Ginny, greeting Hermione and Ron as they found you all. "About as nervous as Harry was his first time. Pretty sure he gave us the same look Harry did when Mum told him to run into the wall." She laughed softly, smiling at you. Draco had slipped his son a few more coins, whispering the words, "Say, 'We'll take the lot', okay? You do it, not a Potter."

Your own laughter filled the air as you caught the silent whispers from your husband. "Leave him be. So Harry bought out the lot first year, he doesn't have to do it his own first year." You smiled, kissing his head as he stepped onto the train, your smile growing as he sat in the compartment with the Potter's and Weasley's.

The train began pulling off at 11:00 sharp, your hand waving frantically. "Be good, and you better write! I love you so much Sev!" You called, your heart squeezing ever so slightly at the nickname.

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tartaghetti · 4 years

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unbearable

a haikyuu x reader ficlet

words: 3.01k

pairing: tsukishima kei x reader

warning/s: just pure fluff about to be thrown your way my dude

Tsukishima Kei has never pegged himself as the romantic type. Yamaguchi can confirm. The blond has never read any of those romance novels during his leisure time, he never pays attention to the dramas his mother watches on TV, and he's never thought twice about dating someone.

He's never fallen in love with someone. He thought it was dumb to fall in love, Romeo and Juliet being a good contender as to why love is such a complicating yet stupid thing. He believes that loving someone romantically is a bother, that's why he's never looked at anyone that way. He's merely protecting himself from getting hurt from love because everything that's said in those romance novels are exaggerated, he tells himself.

Tsukishima was content with everything he had as of now. He's okay with focusing on self-improvement, he doesn't need to value or think of other things.

That is until you showed up.

You're a first year manager, alongside Yachi, of the Karasuno Boy's Volleyball Team and Tsukishima immediately deems you as another person to avoid because the first person you got along with was Hinata. Just like with everyone else, he doesn't interact with you that much, and only says what's necessary when he has to talk to you.

Unfortunately for him, he finds out that you're classmates.

Tsukishima doesn't memorize everyone's names in his class, he doesn't feel the need to do that ever. Once classes end, he's immediately off to practice with Yamaguchi, that is unless he's assigned for cleaning time, so he doesn't even remember you right off the bat.

During English class, the teacher picks you to read a passage from the story that you were analyzing. Being fluent in the English language, this didn't bother you at all. So you stand up and begin reading. Everyone's eyes are on you. They've never heard you speak English before, so they're all definitely surprised, especially a certain tall blond a few seats away from you.

'She's eloquent...', he thinks. Of course, that's what anyone would think if they heard you speaking right now. He's staring at you, and he only realizes when he hears the teacher commend you on your English. He's trying to focus on the lesson, but his mind keep coming back to you and your voice. It's lovely, and soothing in a way. He feels his cheeks heat up a little from thinking about you too much. He finally calms down and focuses back on the passage.

As classes end, the blond sees Yamaguchi begging something from you. As he gets closer, he learns that the other boy is asking for English lessons from you. Yamaguchi notices the taller boy and give him a quick greeting before giving his undivided attention back to you.

"Yamaguchi-kun, are you sure you want me to teach you English?"

"Of course, [Y/N]! There's no one else I know who's as insanely good in English as you are!"

"Well, alright. I guess I can teach you English."

"Teach me as well." Tsukishima finally speaks. Almost in sync, Yamaguchi and you whip your head towards the tall boy's direction. You're just as surprised as Yamaguchi is from Tsukishima's sudden and very surprising request. Tsukishima, of all people, is asking for help. He must be having that much trouble in English to ask someone else to help him.

You're the first to break the uncomfortable silence and you agree to teaching the both of them the subject, Tsukishima is forever thankful for you taking the initiative in changing the awkward atmosphere between the three of you.

Over the course of a few weeks, he's warmed up to you. He talks to you a lot more now, and very rarely he actually engages in the conversation first, but those were usually about homework. Thanks to Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, you've developed a good amount of confidence in your skills as well. You're much more social than you were before, though that's because of Hinata's influence on you, and you participate in a lot of the class activities, be it extra curricular or just favors from your classmates.

Tsukishima always thought you'd eventually forget about him and Yamaguchi, so he stopped himself from getting too attached to you, but to his surprise, you never said no to Yamaguchi whenever he asked to hang out. Sure, you've made a lot more friends now, and you've gained some popularity as well, but you never strayed too far away from the first friends you've ever made.

Not only are you smart, but you're also incredibly kind and selfless, traits Tsukishima never understood. You'd almost immediately, and sometimes literally, drop whatever you were doing and go and help them with whatever they need assistance with, even if it's a little request like taking the trash out to the garbage bins behind the school. You basically thrived off of helping out, and Tsukishima is beyond intrigued by you.

You see, Tsukishima has never seem himself as selfless. He only does things that benefits him. He'll only agree if something is of use to him. To put it in other words, he's selfish. He's never done things to help others, he'll only do so if necessary, such as group projects. He's never the type to consider actually helping someone out because he just felt like it. If it benefits him, he'll do it, if it doesn't, he won't. Simple as that.

Before Tsukishima's even realized it, he's staring at you as you talk to a classmate of yours. Unfortunately, Yamaguchi notices the boy's lovestruck state and decides to initiate a conversation with him. "Tsukki, you've been staring at [Y/N] a lot," He says, catching the taller boy's attention. Tsukishima's eyes dilate in his sudden approach, his cheeks having a tint of pink, and he glares at his friend.

"Shut up, Yamaguchi."

"Sorry, Tsukki, but I'm just surprised how she hasn't noticed just how much you stare at her."

"... Is it really that obvious?"

"To me, it is. To her, it isn't."

Tsukishima groans internally. He didn't even notice that he was staring for so long until Yamaguchi brought it up. No, he will not admit that he was admiring you. Never. He'll get over this, right? This is just a one time thing... right?

Wrong.

He wants to get closer to you now. He wants to interact with you every day. He wishes he sat near you so he could ask for a pencil just so he'd have an excuse to talk to you. He hoped that his heart would stop beating faster whenever you looked at him and smiled. He hoped that his cheeks would stop growing pink whenever you laughed at a corny joke Hinata made. He hoped that his legs wouldn't get wobbly whenever he hears the mere sound of your voice. He hoped things would just go back to normal. But just hoping wouldn't work.

Tsukishima Kei has undoubtedly fallen in love with you.

And he's realized that when he overheard a conversation between you and a male classmate;

"Hey [Y/N]."

You stop erasing on the chalkboard and turn to face him properly. You dust off the chalk dust on your skirt and blouse and reply, "What's up?"

"I was wondering... Could we, you know, meet- uh, meet behind the school later? Before your club activities, of course..." He was clearly blushing, everyone could see that, he was fidgety, and he stuttered a bunch of times. Anyone could already tell where that was going. Except you.

"Oh, of course!" You smile innocently at him, as he smiles back widely. He goes back to his group of friends with a very victorious look you were unable to see. As you turn around, you are met with a pair of familiar pair of eyes, staring you down as if you did something unbelievable.

"[Y/N], what was that about?"

"I don't know, he probably needed help with something. Maybe homework. But he could've just asked me right here, it's not like I would judge him for asking for help. Maybe he's just shy, who knows?"

Yamaguchi face palms at your response, you're even more confused. The green haired boy looks at you in disbelief, and sighs in frustration, "You know what, I'll leave that to you to find out."

Yamaguchi did say he'll leave it to you to find out, but he needed to know how things would turn out. So he dragged Tsukishima along with him, who silently agrees to following you behind the school, despite you telling them that Daichi or Coach Ukai might get mad at them for being late. Yamaguchi, bless his soul, told the two of you that he would take responsibility and would take any punishment that went along with it.

The two boys hid behind the corner of the building, listening closely to your conversation with your classmate.

"Nakamura-kun, why'd you ask to meet me here?" You ask him, clearly not understanding the atmosphere that was around the both of you. Anyone who would catch you there would understand what was happening, but unfortunately, you just couldn't predict what was going to happen.

He stood there for quite a bit, fidgeting, and avoiding eye contact with you. His face seemed all red and you began to worry if he was getting feverish from all this. You take a step forward and he immediately freezes up from you getting close to him.

"Nakamura-kun."

"Y-Yes?!"

"Are you feeling ill? You look red. Maybe you should go to the clinic."

He shakes his head repetitively, saying he wasn't ill and that he really had something to tell you. You nod and wait for him to say it, as you didn't want to make him uncomfortable enough than he already was.

"I... I really like you, [Y/N]!"

"Oh? I like you too, Nakamura-kun."

Yamaguchi face palms. Tsukishima stifles a laugh.

"Really? Then, will you go out with me?"

"Go out? Right now? But I still have club activities." You tilt your head in confusion as he fumbles to find the right words.

"No! Not right now! Maybe on Saturday! Yeah, does that sound good?"

"Oh, perfect, I'm free that day. So which subject are you having trouble on? If it's Math, I can't really help you with that."

Yamaguchi is currently trying to stop Tsukishima and himself from laughing out loud.

"What?" He looks at you, his life draining out of him.

"We're talking about homework, right? Oh! Did I get it wrong? Did you need help with another thing?"

"[Y/N], no. I meant... I meant like go out on a date! Like a romantic date!"

You squint your eyes at him as you process the words in your head. One by one, the cogs in your slow brain finally start moving, and you finally get what he's trying to say.

"Oh, like those dates you see in the movies? I'm sorry, Nakamura-kun, I'm just not the person you should be liking, there are a lot more girls there that will surely make you happy. I'll just make you frustrated, I'm sorry. I really am." You bowed at him politely but he assures you that he doesn't need you to apologize, he just wanted a proper answer from you.

Hearing you say that made Tsukishima's heart drop. You were already aware that you'd make people frustrated with you, and he didn't want you to think that way. He felt a strong desire to change that, but you guys were just friends, he doesn't have a right to change anything about you, he doesn't even have the chance to.

You turn around to see Yamaguchi snickering like a kid and Tsukishima just looking at him with his signature annoyed look. You laugh and them and begin dragging them to the gym, where you were met with an annoyed coach, a concerned Daichi, and very curious players.

Despite having rejected that boy, there were still other people from other classes who tried to woo you with their pick-up lines, but you never really got them, so you just laughed and nodded in hopes of them not getting hurt by you not being able to comprehend any deeper meaning to what they say.

"Does your hand feel heavy, [Y/N]-san?"

"No? I don't think it's possible for a hand to feel heavy?"

"Nevermind."

You tried your best to understand, you really did. You just wanted to keep up with their pick-up lines, but you just couldn't do it. You've never had that kind of experience, so it was hard to understand what they were trying to say.

But without realizing it yourself, you were also beginning to get interested in a certain tall blond classmate. You quickly dismissed these reactions as something everyone can experience, you weren't the only one, of course. Everyone feels this way around Tsukishima. Right? Right?

"[Y/N], I can very much confirm that not everyone feels that way towards Tsukki."

Oh.

"So, your legs don't get wobbly and your heart doesn't beat faster around Tsukishima?"

Yamaguchi laughs and you feel yourself feeling embarrassed as he does so. You give him a light punch on his arm, since you can't reach his head, and cross your arms, a pout present on your face.

"[Y/N], I'm not in love with Tsukki."

In love? Is that what it is?

"I can't be in love. I don't even understand what love is enough to actually feel it." You say, trying to convince yourself more than you're trying to convince Yamaguchi, who only shrugs at your response.

"If you say so, [Y/N]."

The next few days were weird.

For some godforsaken reason, Yamaguchi had convinced Tsukishima to at least flirt with you a little bit, having learned that the blond was hopelessly in love with you, even though the taller blond told the other that you'll have the same reaction as you did with those other guys that tried to do a pick-up line on you.

The first time he tried to flirt, which was a pick-up line about a highlighter and brightening up his world, it turned into you telling him a story about how you accidentally drank water with highlighter ink thinking it was some kind of juice. He was actually immersed in the story sometimes, teasing you about how you couldn't recognize the color of the highlighter.

The second time he tried to flirt, where Yamaguchi would "accidentally" shove you into Tsukishima, he pushed you too hard and ended with you sitting on top of a very uncomfortable and potentially hurt blond.

The third time he tried to flirt, where he intended on staying close to you a lot, like sitting next to you during study sessions, walking next to you during the walk to the gym, just staying close to you in general, you didn't at all notice because you just thought it was normal for friends to do that, all the while trying to ignore your loudly beating heart.

The fourth and final time he flirted with you, was when you finally confessed to him.

Tsukishima is an observant person, so he's probably noticed your mannerisms around him by now. How your tone of voice changes when you talk to him, and how easilt flustered you get when you talk to him. He thought he had a chance, and he was right.

"I don't really like talking about feelings that much but Yamaguchi told me to tell you everything that I'm feeling. So, here goes nothing, I guess."

You take a deep breath and you suddenly feel as if the ground was shaking. You're terrified, but you have to do this. You've already committed to this. There's no turning back.

"Tsukishima, whenever I look at you, I feel really happy. Your voice makes me feel like I'm on the comfiest pillow in the world. Whenever you do that really cute smirk when you tease Hinata or Kageyama, it makes me laugh a lot. You're weird."

"Excuse me?"

"Shut up, I'm not done yet."

You inhale once more.

"You're really mean to Hinata and Kageyama, and you're also unintentionally mean to a lot of our classmates, but I like that about you. Whenever you offer to help me with Math, I kind of feel sad because I'm supposed to be the one doing all the helping!"

"You don't always have to help-"

"Let me finish! You're actually really nice, you know? I saw you playing with a stray cat the other day and giving it food and it made my heart do flips! You looked really cute. I don't know how to express myself properly, and when I try to, it's word vomit. I want to learn and try to be better for you, I want to know what to do with this slow brain of mine, and I really really want to do all those romantic stuff with you."

You're in the verge of crying, but you quickly wipe away any evidence of you crying.

"I... I think I like you, Tsukishima."

He doesn't say anything and you feel embarrassment creeping up behind you. The air is suffocating and you want to run away, but you legs are stuck to the ground. You feel ashamed in the other's presence, wanting to dig a grave and rot in it.

Then, you feel big arms wrap around your smaller frame, pulling you close to his chest, as he buries his face on your shoulder. He only hugged you for a while, as he isn't that type to prolong skinship.

You clear your throat and break the short silence between the two of you, "I've been meaning to ask. Did you flirt with me earlier?"

"Have been for the past week, but thanks for noticing." He replies almost immediately as you just stand there in shock.

"Oh."

"You're unbearable, [Y/N]."

You look up at him and laugh, punching his chest lightly.

"But you love me."

"Yes, yes I do."

this is my first haikyuu character x reader ficlet so i hope you at least like it a little bit hahahah

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rrasado · 4 years

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• Gambler's Thrill •

(This is just an old scenario I sent to my friend where MC is good at gambling. Basically they're based off of Yumeko from Kakegurui. Keep in mind I'm in no way shape or form a writer excuse my crackfic😅)

"MC-chaaaan!"

Judging by the honorifics I knew right away that it was Levi so I yelled a short come in and there stood the self proclaimed yucky otaku in all his glory.

"Did ya need something Levi?"

Said boy nodded vigorously and pulled me off my bed.

"Me and the others are doing a game night in the living room right now! You should come to you know, hehe seeing as you're doing nothing"

The curious look I gave him urged him to continue.

"We usually have game nights like these every month! It'd probs be more fun if you tagged along"

"So game as in uh... video games?"

"Gah! I wish that were the case cause if it was then I'd win every time! but it's just mostly card games and what not, and there's the occasional betting that surprise surprise Mammon wins every time"

My face lit up at the mention of card games, it's nothing to brag but I REALLY enjoy card games, especially Blind Man's Bluff.

"Sure I'll go with"

He instantly grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the House of Lamentation's living room. The brothers were already playing and judging by Asmo's expression, he was losing. Sweat was forming on the side of his face while Mammon on the other hand was grinning, widening by the second.

"hAHA! I WIN AGAIN! sweet sweet grimm come to papa!"

He bent over the table to grab the stack of grimm on Asmo's side, said demon was sobbing in the corner after loosing so much money. I leaned over the couch to get a better view, eyeing the giant stack of grimm next to Mammon.

"Good evening MC, are you joining us tonight?"

Satan looked at me with curiosity, I nodded in response seeing as I'm more focused on the next match between Mammon and Lucifer. Satan nodded and turned his attention back to the game.

As the game progressed I was sure Lucifer had the upper hand but one move from Mammon turned the whole round to his favor, in rare moments like these do I see the Avatar of Pride in distress, I mean if you bet 1,000,000 grimm you'd also be stressing how to win it back.

Lucifer sighed in defeat as mammon placed a Queen of Hearts.

"Hmm.. it seems you've won again Mammon, I wouldn't be surprised seeing as you ARE the Avatar Of Greed"

Satan was humming happily beside me seeing as Lucifer lost to Mammon. Mammon for the umpteenth time bent over the table to grab the new stack of grimm from Lucifer's side of the table.

"HAHA! Gah if I keep this up I might as well destroy the Devildom economy! HA!"

Laughing obnoxiously as he added the new stack of grimm to his side. I left my spot behind the couch and walked over to the other side.

"Hey Mammon! Can I play a round with you?"

He stopped laughing and eyed me as if I grew another head, I felt a tap on my shoulder to see Levi give a nervous laugh.

"Uhhh MC... I know I was the one who invited you but I think you shouldn't gamble with Mammon of all people"

I pat his shoulder assuring him I know what I'm doing, he let out a huff and just sat down.

"Yes MC darling, we wouldn't want you going bankrupt after one gamble with Mammon... he is the Avatar of Greed you know"

Beel was hovering over Asmo, mouth stuffed with food, nodding in agreement. I gave them an assuring smile and turned back to Mammon who was counting grimm by stack.

I coughed to get his attention and he looked back up at me.

"A'right MC tell you what, I'll play a round with ya, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on ya!"

"Sure as long as I get to play I'm happy"

I sat down in front of him as we began to place our bets.

"Since you challenged The Great Mammon! I'll let you place your bet first"

Feeling brave tonight I placed every grimm I had on the table amounting to...

"3 million grimm"

The brothers simultaneously looked at me with wide eyes. I even herd Beel's food drop to the floor and I glanced at the now Awake Belphie.

"MC... surely you know who you're up against correct?"

I felt the slight concern in Lucifer's voice as I smiled at him and assured him I know exactly what I'm getting into. Mammon's grin widened at the prospect of earning such large amounts of grimm in one round. He let out a chuckle and placed his own bet on the table

"Y'never cease to amaze me MC! HAHA! Y'know what! I'll bet your amount two fold"

Brimming with confidence Mammon placed twice my amount on the table all the while still giddy at himself.

"So, shall we begin?"

-Time Skip-

"H...how in the..."

Mammon sat there in absolute disbelief. His eyes widening at the sight of the royal flush in front if him. He'd be lying if he said he was the only skocked. Belphie almost fell off the couch as Levi quickly pulled out his D.D.D posting a status update on his social media

"LMAO! The Great Avatar Of Greed got his ass handed to him by A human in a round of poker!"

Mammon grabbed the edges of the table, his sweat dripping on to the playing card in his hand. Not once in his existence was he beaten in a gamble. He even used every dirty trick in the book! And yet here he was experiencing his first ever crushing defeat. Heck! Lucifer would've spilled his wine if it weren't for his reflexes. But the one who was the most shocked besides Mammon was the cynical fourth brother of wrath.

"Guys... you don't understand"

All heads turned to Satan as he spoke up after recovering from his shock.

"Mammon was playing dirty and yet...MC....still won"

Mammon flinched at the fact that he was exposed. He gingerly glanced at MC only to see her smiling without a care. Beel closed his mouth and softly asked the girl,

"M-MC...how?"

Despite the lack of words in his question, said human seemed to understand and explained.

"Honestly...when I realized Mammon was using underhanded tricks, I wasn't the least bit surprised....Because let's be real here, how could've he maintained his win streak for so long?"

Mammon was at a loss for words,he watched his 6 million grimm being taken by MC's hand beaming happily. Lucifer regained his composure and sat down his wine glass.

"W-well... I guess this goes to show that no matter how good you are there will always be someone... better"

The brothers went silent when they herd a small giggle erupt from the victorious girl, the giggle turned into full on laughter as she clutched her stomach. When she calmed down she looked at Mammon with absolute delight,

"Mammon... why don't we play again"

A million thoughts ran through his head as he herd her offer. Was she mocking him? Is she really that confident in her skill?

"You know... I don't care if you cheat at this point, Iv'e played against people slyer than you before,and you know what..."

He nervously looked up and let out a small what at the girl.

"It just makes the risk all the more interesting... enough to get me high on it"

Now that Mammon was looking clearly at MC, he saw that what he coined as confidence earlier was something much, much more than that. She was oozing with unwavering pride, pride that could even rival Lucifer's, pride that... when you experience first hand is almost terrifying.

Mammon did a double take on her face as he noticed her expression wasn't her usual calm one... it was replaced with something else entirely, replaced with someone who enjoys and gets high with thrill, the thrill of the very thing he was proud of...the thrill...of gambling.

"So.. how 'bout it Mammon"

The smirk on her face growing with each second...Mammon was frozen in his spot, all the brothers in the same state.

"Let's play again"

(Excuse me while I cringe at this insomnia induced crackfic and crappy sketch I did a few months ago that I did to go with the fic)

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livelovelaug-h · 5 years

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Irreplaceable you pt 2

Sam x reader

Warnings- cancer: sad times. Angst. :(( Grab the tissues still.

"So I decided to cut out gluten. That was like the first thing that I did. I would just like wake up in the morning and feel like totally fatigued. Just like, "eh."

You laugh. This could be good. Next girl.

"You know, um his job he doesn't really like talking about it." She laughs. ?

Next girl. "You know what's funny I have a cat named Sam."

"oh okay."

"yeah." Nope. "Thank you."

You're writing down on some papers a few notes notes: too slutty. Too needy. Too freaky. Too neurotic.

Next girl.

"So it says on your online profile you were Phi Beta Kappa?" You ask.

"I had no life in college." You laugh.

"And now you're a researcher for the National Institute of Health?"

"Yes. Still have no life. I'm just... I'm just tired of being alone. I'm where I want to be career-wise, and I really would like to settle down and have a family."

She adds: "sorry, Natural caretaker. Also overbearing neurotic."

"I'm the same way." You say. "Um... Let's set up a date."

"Okay. Um, just... If I could just be honest with you, um, I just don't quite understand why a man would send his assistant to pre-interview women. I just... I don't get it. "

"Yeah, um... Here's the deal." She could tell by your face.

"Sally! Please don't hold it against him!" She starts walking away.

"This is the craziest thing like ever!"

You started picking up the papers to go catch the girl but you ran into in the waitress. "Oh, shit. Oh, sorry! I'm sorry! "

"No, I got it."

"It's kind of a long story."

"I... I think I heard it. I mean, I know I shouldn't, but spying on the customers is like the only thing that makes this job halfway bearable. You are way more interesting than most. "

"I know, it's unusual." You say.

"Yo, dude, I think it's awesome. Like, my mom died seven years ago. I was in high school. And after she passed, my dad spent every night alone. And I tried to tell him, "Go out. Live life. Find someone." But not just anyone. The right person. "

"Exactly. Which is hard."

She laughs "Right. imean, do you have any like friends or anything that could like take him off your hands?"

"Yeah his brother but not anyone that would get this girl stuff."

"Right. I mean, the thing is, finding the right one is actually about volume. You should host a mixer, like, invite some people."

"Yeah, right. Nothing says "fun" like a mixer hosted by your dying girlfriend."

"I mean, I'm having an art opening... at this gallery space on Friday. you could use it as a front.You, like, wouldn't even need to be there. And... And an art opening could bring together some really interesting women. Like the right types. Not that there wouldn't be some people there with like interested in the free snacks, but... "

"I wouldn't want to..."

"No, honestly, dude, you'd be doing me a real solid."

you laugh. I'm y/n.

"I'm Mira."

~~~~~~~~~

"A hundred and fifty dollars? This place is a rip-off. I could make this myself one week tops." Myron says.

"Focus, please. We just need to freshen up Sam's look a little."

"Why is that again?"

" Trust me. Any woman that meets him

is gonna want to shop for him. The wrong one will put him in these. He wears all plaid all the time"

"What are you doing?" You ask myron.

"What?"

"You're the only one who gets to make bad decisions because you're dying? Terminal cancer. Put it on my bill. "

"You're just so cool with everything. I'm not cool with any of this.

"I've been dying longer than you have. You get better at it. "

"How?"

"Well, it's like this vest. At first it's, "Why is that old man wearing that horrible vest? Pretty soon I become the vest guy. After that, you realize that you'd hardly recognize me without it. I look comfortable in it. It's a part of me, so... you accept it. "

"I don't think I can ever accept you in that vest."

"No?" He asks.

"Try this on. I want to see what it'll look like on Sam."

"Okay."

"But let me pair it with some skinny jeans."

Laughs.

"Okay. I look three days younger. "

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"These... Oh! They're cutting off my circulation. Seriously, my ankles are tingling, my feet are asleep."

"You look hot!"

"It's just... Can I ask what this is about?"

"Just some retail therapy. "

"Right. And where am I supposed to put my phone?"

"Now... Okay, this jacket is dry clean only. Which means, if I'm not around, do not put this in the laundry."

"I know what that means y/n."

"Oh. Shit. Laundry. All right, so... In here." You walk to the washer and he asks:

"Really?"

" Okay, so... "

" I know how to turn it on."

"Yeah, but colors, whites, delicates."

".. Right."

"The dryer sometimes gets stuck, so, uh, you just give it two kicks. you kick it twice Right here. Like that. And it will generally unstick itself."

Sam kicks it twice.

"Exactly."

"Uh, this dial is the minutes. It tells you how much time you have left.......... um, If the time runs out..... before the clothes are ready, you just... turn the dial."

"Hmm. Wait." You say feeling uneasy.

" What?"

[groaning] "are you okay?"

You start coughing and head towards the sink. You start throwing up.

"yeah I have that effect on women." You both laugh. "Too soon...?"

You say "yeah too soon."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her and her nightly what ifs. It was adorable though.

"What if I had run away and joined a cult?"

"I guess I would have to join too."

"What if relationships between cult members was frowned upon?"

"Like an asexual cult?"

"Yeah. And you couldn't do an intervention and get me out because I was totally brainwashed."

"Hmm. Well, I guess I would have to become a rival cult leader, re-brainwash you. according to my philosophy, and then steal you away into my cult, which would be a sex cult."

You start dying with laughter.

"What if I were exactly like me, except I had really terrible halitosis. I would get you a mint. Or I would destroy the olfactory receptors in my nose so that I didn't care."

....."What if I die?

"I would...

never recover." You guys cuddle and go to bed.

~~~~~ the next evening~~~~~~

You Sam and Dean are all In the same room.

"Should I be able to tell that you're circumcised in those jeans? 'Cause I can. And there's not a lot of, uh, room for imagination or your penis in those pants." You says.

"I don't want to go to this. I don't... I don't know anything about art."

You: "Yes you do. Would you relax? She just wants people there."

"Is she hot?" Dean asks.

"Trust me, Dean it will be a target rich environment." Sam answers.

"See? Come on, man. Free food, cute girls." Dean says.

~~~~~~~~~

"Come on, let's do this. " you say.

"How exactly do you know this artist again?"

"We met randomly at a cafe, and we really bonded and...

" When?"

' I... I don't know. I just... I don't want to disappoint her.

"Are you sure you can't come?" He asks you.

I- I don't feel up to it. Trust me.

"Okay. W... Well I'll go, just as long as you stop touching my hair.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. "

'You're adorable." You say and he huffs a laugh. "Stop that!"

"Oh, he can move in them!"

"No, not really Dean."

Sam to Dean "you know i got a ring right before she told me she was 'pregnant and then now cancer."

"I didn't. You know you could still ask her."

"yeah she'll love that." he says sarcastically.

"it might give her some hope."

"yeah, maybe."

~~~~~~~In The car with myron outside the art meeting ~~~~~~~~~~

"Is he mingling?"

"He's admiring the art."

"Sam doesn't care much about art. Nah, he's just hoping if he keeps himself occupied with an activity, no one will actually talk to him."

[Myron] He's very good-looking.

Can I say that and not be awkward?

"Uh, yeah that's my whole point. What about you and your wife? How'd you two meet?"

"At a party."

"We were in college. We got hitched three years later. "

"That's it? No story?"

"The story came after. Getting married. Life. Building a home. Kids, grandkids."

"Sorry".

"It's okay. I won't know the difference, I guess."

"I just want those things for Sam."

"I have to hand it to you." Myron says.

"What?

"You are stubborn. This might be the worst plan in the world, but you're committed to it, and I like that."

"Yeah, well, don't be too impressed. Hasn't worked yet."

"I don't know about that." He says looking into the binoculars.

"What?" You look into the building.

"Let me see that." Sam is talking to Someone. "No, that's just the girl whose show it is."

[Myron] "So?"

"So she's just doing this as a favor to me. "

"So?"

"So, she's not his type."

"Yeah?"

You: "Oh, no. Don't do the snorty laugh.

"Ugh! He did the snorty laugh. Oh, he does that when he's... "

Myron : "When he's nervous."

"Happy."

"Here. Estelle's hot chocolate." Myron says ans hands you a coffee cup. "It cures whatever ails you. Except cancer."

He cheers "to the things we do for people we love."

~~~~~~~ bedtime ~~~~~

Sam walks in your shared bedroom. "I know you're not really sleeping. Because I know how your breathing sounds when you sleep. Which is something you don't even know about yourself."

laughs

"I know everything about you, y/n, But I have to say, you still know how to shock the hell out of me."

"What do you mean?"

"The clothes. The mixer. "

" Sam... "

"For the record, I am not a dummy. I know what's going on. And I went along with you trying to help me because I know it's helping you. But setting me up? Are you serious?"

"Please. You spend your life fighting monsters and researching all the time. Also always Looking after people."

"Sam, most people don't find what we had... have once, much less twice in a lifetime."

"What we have? You mean, a relationship where one person is... is lying, and sneaking around, and manipulating?*

" It's for your own good!"

"You just tried to manipulate my life! Or you mean a relationship where you have such a low opinion of me, that you truly believe that nobody else on the planet would ever fall for me."

"Obviously not. But that's the whole point!" You're gonna get swarmed, and it's gonna be impossible to find the right person!"

"I already found the right person! Or I thought I had." You

"Y/n/n's, I didn't... You know I didn't mean that. Hey, come here. are you okay?" He hugs you in the bed.

~~~~~~~~~ Sam and Dean sitting in the kitchen~~~~~~~

Sam: "What is she thinking? Does she think I'm completely clueless with women?"

"Dean?"

"No."

"Yeah? No.

" Wait, what?"

"you've just never seen me in action."

"Hm no, no and I never want to."

"What do I do?"

"Look, all you can do is be there for her, however you can. i mean, look, she's got to be scared out of her mind. And right now she needs to know that the worst thing happens.... That you are gonna be okay."

You and Myron go out bird watching. He speaks up : Are you ready to drop this mishigas with Sam?"

"You think I should?"

"Here's what I know: You don't have as much time as you think you do.*

" I don't?"

"No."

"What are you trying to say?" You ask heart racing.

"I'm not saying it, the Buddha did."

"I didn't realize you were Buddhist."

"I'm not, but it stuck with me. And it's true for you. It's true for every person on the planet."

[Myron] I need some snacks. Could you...

Oh. I can't believe you eat those things." You say handing him a bag of cheese curls.

"They're tasty."

"The chemo has clearly destroyed your taste buds."

"Try one".

"They're disgusting."

"Keep going. You get to tasty."

[crunches]. "The second bite is actually not as bad."

Myron: Good for you, too.

~~~~~ later at night~~~~

"Okay. Someone... who hikes." Sam says randomly.

"What?"

In the future, if I ever did this again, which I probably won't, but if I did, and if it makes you feel better to know, it would be with someone who hikes."

" We never hike."

'Because you hate it."

"That's not true."

"We took that one hike up Bear Mountain Six years ago, you complained the entire time."

"That's because hiking is boring. It's basically walking. And walking is something you do to get somewhere. Hiking from your car up a hill and then back to your car is totally pointless."

"Okay". he laughs.

"Duly noted." You say. "Hiking.

"Thank you."

"What else?"

" I like dancing." You scoff.

"I would like to try ballroom dancing classes. You know, like the fox-trot or the waltz, even though... "

"It's lame."

" I know you think it's lame."

''The fox-trot? Seriously?''

" Yeah!"

"How about something just moderately nerdy like swing."

"Is this person for you or for me?

"Okay.".

" Good. I get it. I'll update your profile.

"What profile?"

"This profile."

"God."

"You're welcome".

Next morning on a walk--

"So you've been pretending to be me?"

"you're sick you know that?"

"so?"

"okay so how do you like this profile picture?"

"you took a picture of me sleeping??"

"hey come on I've worked really hard on this. No? You don't okay fine. Want to take another one?"

"yeah let's take another one."

"Okay" he sits down on the bench and smiles. You press the button and bammm.

"what do you think of that?."

"oh it's good!"

"uh huh."

"do it in black and white."

Sam: "are you coming to bed?"

(glass shatters) "oh."

"y/n??" He walks in the room. "Y/n what is it?"

"It's broken."

" Oh, shit."

" It's broken."

"It's okay. We can just... We can get another one. It's fine."

'No, we can't! You gave it to me when we were kids.." you cry but he picks you up and takes you to bed. He holds you all night and lets you cry. He knows this can't be easy.

To be continued

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 6 years

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The Little Big Things (1/4)

(@ricksanchezdwc) So like we had done not too long ago, me, @hoodoo12 @porkchop-ao3 @rickstexaschick are doing the same prompt cause we all loved the idea.

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Chapter 1: The Phyto Princess

Within the span of time it took for him to pull out his portal gun, and type in the coordinates, you had already imagined about a dozen places, and twice as many scenarios.

Rick made it look so easy; twisting dials, and pressing buttons in order to get from point a, to point whatever, but without the proper coordinates and code input, one could scatter their fragments all across the cosmos, without the hope of joining back together all in one piece; the thought often a source of uncalled for anxiety. True, this wasn't like star trek, with its one episode plots, or backstory to reference when you least expected it, but a valid concern that you had yet to address; you blamed it on your curiosity. Having read the notes of Zeta-7s early portal gun schematics, there was the blemish of fear that arose when you least expected it. Sometimes, it didn't feel like it mattered all that much, especially when you were in one of your moods, but more often than not, you hoped Rick would never mess up; or be two cups of coffee short. Contributing factors to your anxiety included the day to day annoyances, time, or how your hair looked that day, but in another one of his attempts to brighten your spirits, he made plans for a surprise adventure; your assumption being anywhere away from buildings or people.

You knew he was trying his best to keep you happy, but you wondered sometimes what he'd say if you told him he didn't have to. It wasn't his job, but you refrained from telling him, because if it weren't for the fact that you trusted and adored Zeta-7, then you would have refused in favor of staying local more often, especially when you weren't in the mood. Oh, but where was the fun in that? Maybe, it'd help; likely it wouldn't.

Today, there were other things the matter, like the doubt which appeared when you recalled the memories from a false dream, and you were confused about what had been the reality and what had been the dream. With thoughts of the past, also came the remembrance of old regrets; many you thought you had buried under reasoning and change, but you were terribly human. You weren't a genius, and you didn't always think about what you'd say before you said them, so you made mistakes; a lot more than you'd care to admit. Because of this, you had been a source of concern, and added to Zeta-7s stress, and this made you stressed because he already had enough on his plate, and this made you worry for his well being. Waves of dread which would wash over you at the thought of getting lost, or forgetting him, misunderstanding, even while gripping his hand as sure and tight as you could when you stepped through the portal were but impediments to your happiness; the worry you felt for scenarios that hadn't occurred, these too fed the monster of anxiety.

It would be okay, you'd say to yourself. It should've been okay, to step through the portal as you had done so dozens of times before, but then there was your heart beating a mile a minute, begging otherwise. You've watched Zeta-7 do it hundreds of times as well, coming out safe and sound, so you could do this, and would do it. Still, what reason did you have to worry or doubt?

Well, there were places no one came back from; you've heard the stories, you listened to Ricks theories, but again they were stories; cautionary tales that taught lessons. And like now, you fought that lingering fear, the tingling in your limbs, the bloom of tightness in your chest, and made sure you still felt Rick's long, thin, bony fingers laced with yours, holding on for dear life while repeating you're little mantra. On the other side he was still there, and you felt his relief, and with your other hand, you shielded your eyes from the resplendence of the sun, until they could adjust to the scene around you. “Rick,” you gasped, glancing a little at everything; your confidence building as delight overcame your anxiety. “where have you taken me?”

This must have pleased him, cause when he smiled, every wrinkle spoke of his laughter, and his electric blues were brimming with happiness.“W-why don't you look and - and see?”

Curiosity got the better of you as you let go, but reassured by his gentle smiles, you explored what was all around you; his warmth one of the best certainties. All around, the landscape stretched, it curved and there were bends a little ways ahead; you could smell hints of petrichor, and the ground fertile and verdant, with patches of silver grass which whistled when touched. You wondered if they could do more than whistle; laughing because many thoughts of yours had been but a velleity, and you almost moved on, but when the fuzzy blades of grass leaned forward to pat you on the head before returning to their place, you gasped. Were they supposed to do that? Nearby, exposed roots shimmered, and when you approached them, they pulled away from the ground, and bowed in obeisance before returning to their place. You flashed Rick that look that said you were confused, and his mouth hung open in astonishment. Still, he hadn't said a word, and watched on; his hand moving a mile a minute as he took down notes.

Above your heads, were bell like flowers that changed their tune whenever you passed them, and the walkway was littered with mushrooms that made your skin tingle pleasantly when you sat upon them; as unsettling as it was, you were feeling good, as though they absorbed all the negative feelings, and left you with the good ones. Where your feet hung above the ground, an indigo milk cap sprung up so that you could step off. At this point you began to wonder if the forces and plants around you were bending at your will. Considering Rick hadn't warned you yet, or impeded your curiosity in anyway, then he was either waiting for you to ask, or he was studying you; as he usually would. “Rick,” you wondered, as you stepped over the small stones that buzzed like worker bees. “did we shrink, or has the world gotten bigger?”

“Well,” he chuckled, eager to hold on to your hand again. “it’s - it's neither. Everything here is bigger, while w-we remained the same. Neat isn't it?”

Neat was an understatement.

“It is,” You agreed, which made him stand a little taller, and smile a bit brighter. “but I could have sworn we stepped into a Honey I shrunk the kids movie or something. I guess not, but something strange is going on. Haven't you noticed? You probably have, but I just want to check.”

“You're right, I-I-I have, and it makes me wonder what w-would happen if you wanted the flowers to walk? I-I guess that sounds silly.”

“No,” You softened. “it doesn't, but I don't think it works that way. I'm not a god or anything, and I'm pretty sure fairy dust ain't going to cut it, and make these giants move. But if you want me to, I could try.”

The only giants you had ever seen were the western sequoias. You had walked amongst those natural giants, whose respective histories were their own, and you wouldn't question how they came to be; for they existed before you, before Rick. They were the testament of endurance, withstanding centuries of rain, fire, and growth, but here….like many things he showed you was a first. Curious as to what might happen, you thought about the orange star like flowers moving, and bending down to your level. And, because it was your will, they did.“Rick,” you continued, after your initial shock passed. “I'm not imagining things am I? Did…. did that just happen?”

Reading the results from his scanners, and checking the footage from his camera, he exclaimed. “It - it did. It really did!”

“Is that good? I don't know.”

With raised brow, he chuckled to himself, and put away his scanner, and notepad. “Gosh, y-you're just full of - of surprises aren’t you?”

“Honestly, I have no point of comparison. So you're going to have to be upfront with me, and tell me if I'm going to be okay.”

“Y-you're more than o-okay, you're perfect.”

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The sun bathed the earth in delicious warmth, the sparkling dew feeding the thirst of the green.

The pleasant sounds of humming, and their songs had become an uplifting melody. Like kisses upon your skin, the wind made you ticklish, and you needed Ricks assistance so that you wouldn't fall over laughing. It seemed you were sensitive to the environment, which made you go through waves of pleasant emotions, but it was exhausting. Hopefully your life force wasn't being absorbed by them.

“Rick, I think I hear music. Can you tell me why? Or is it my imagination?”

“I'll ugh - I'll be able to tell y-you in a jiffy.”

Flipping through his notes, his brow was raised in confusion. “Um, t-t-to be honest, this is the first time I've seen them act this - this way. They seem t-to be imitating a song, possibly from your subconscious. Do y-you recognize it? Does it - it remind you of anything?”

You stopped in your tracks, and took a moment to earnestly listen before you answered. “It reminds me of your ukulele being played on a refreshing afternoon.”

Eyes wide, you knew he was eager to hear more, curiosity coloring his response. “Is th-that so?”

“Yeah. I love hearing you play,” Which was very true. Rick was a wonderful musician, able to play almost any instrument he picked up. Other Ricks were probably just as talented, but unless they were the legendary Steinway, you doubted anyone could play with as much emotion. You continued. “and the happy sounds that are made in between your laughs, and the strumming of strings, and the way you look at me when you play. Goodness, it warms my heart, and makes me love you even more. You…you always have a way of stirring my emotions.”

“Y-you really like it that much?”

“Like it? I adore it, and your guitar playing too. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you practically seduced me with those serenades on the front porch, and those evenings indoors when it was raining. I have no idea what you were thinking about at the time, but hopefully it was of me.”

Sentimental words always made him pliable, and he never really knew how to answer, or what the correct words should be, but he tried, and in his earnestness, he'd lean towards you as though he were about to kiss you, but he'd stop before doing so. As though he were reigning himself, he'd close his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before he'd continue. Pressing a light kiss on your forehead, he softened. “I - I always have you on my mind, though I-I didn't - it wasn't my intention back then to….I didn't know you felt that way. I'm not in the habit t-to seduce anyone or….” He faltered, his cheeks dusted in a lovely blush.

Silly man. One of these days, maybe he'd understand when you were flirting and teasing him, and not misconstrue your delight with accusations. You cupped his cheek, encouraging him to look at you. “You're so sweet. I know you wouldn't do that. But either way, I enjoyed it all the same.”

Leaning into your touch, you saw the beginnings of a smile, but his blush was still going strong. “Gosh, now I'm not s-s-so sure, but I - maybe I - oh, I'm s-sorry.”

“Don't be sorry dear. If I didn't want you to, I would have stopped you at the point when you first asked me over for dinner. I mean, I never really thought you were trying anything either. We were just friends, having a good time, and I fell in love with you. Maybe we should thank that ukulele of yours for all the happy hours we had singing silly little songs.”

“I ugh - I should have brought it with me then, because y-you like it.”

“There's always next time. Though, it's been awhile since you played. You must miss it.”

“I-I do,” he admitted, passing a hand through his hair. “but it's because I've been b-busy. I'm sorry a-about that too. I've been away and w-we haven't had much time to ourselves.”

“Rick it's okay, I understand. You have important stuff to do”

“You - you say that, but it bothers me when I have t-t-to leave you for extended periods at a time. I don't like it, and I-I guess maybe I'm being silly. That's what happens when y-you get old. You either want t-t-to be alone or have company all the time. What am I even saying? I'm going off on a-ag….”

Pressing a finger to his mouth, you quieted him. “You already do a great job in trying to make me happy, and I'm not disappointed.”

“Y-you're not?”

“Of course not. I mean, I can't help but miss you, but you've always been a busy guy. How you manage to make time for me and still have time for your hobbies is beyond me, but that's the thing about you Rick, you're not like most people. And every moment with you is wonderful. The question you should be asking is what have I done for you? What can I do to make you feel better?”

“By p-p-putting up with me.”

Pressing a kiss on his cheek, you giggled. “If you mean by loving you, then I'm on it.”

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After a series of small, quick experiments, Rick had come to realize that these plants listened mostly to you and not so much him. Oh, he had his theories, a few of them making you giggle, but for the most part, this is what he understood.“These plants here, I-I had thought they were empathic, but they must - must be trying to trigger a response. I believe they are fascinated b-by you, because I've already spent many happy hours here on - on this planet, but you haven't.”

Placing your hands on your hips, it was your turn to raise a brow. “Rick, if you put it that way, then it means I'm trending.”

“Gosh, I-I-I suppose. Is that the terminology these days? Does it mean you're popular?”

Zeta-7 really could be adorable when he wasn't trying to be, especially when he wasn't always aware of what was current. “Yes, but what are you really saying?”

“That they must r-really like you,” he smiled, jotting down a few notes, before taking out his scanner, and checking the results. “and if I'm correct, then they prosper off these pleasant emotions of - of yours. How fascinating.”

“Can they hear my thoughts?”

“N-no mi corazón,” he chuckled. “they can feel you. Plants are - are surprising organisms—without brains and central nervous systems, they are still able t-t-to sense the environment that surrounds them. They - they can perceive light, scent, touch, wind, even gravity, and are able t-to respond to sounds, too. These plants here are a-a little different, and can sense your every emotions, reflecting your feelings, which I-I guess means you're currently in a pleasant mood.”

“Of course I am, it's beautiful here, and I'm with you.”

After you had said this, a gust of wind rushed by, which rustled the golden leaves, the force of it almost knocking you over, though Rick was quick to grab you by the waist. “Are y-y-you okay?”

You could hear the bell flowers ring, and quietly you thanked them and the forces at work around you, which seemed to bend and curve at your will; whose comedic timing was cliché to say the least. “I am now. Thank you Rick.”

Scratching the back of his neck, he let go, and made himself busy by scanning the branches and plant debris. “L-l-like you already said it's ugh - feels like a-a land for giants. I know their size is attributed t-t-to the mineral rich soil. And I-I thought it would be nice to spend a-a day here, but you look tired. Not t-to mention the plants behavior.”

“I'm not that tired. But man, it's incredible to be able to will the elements, but I'm sorry Rick, I kind of don't know what I'm doing here or whether I have any control over it. Imagine, that kind of power in the wrong hands could be dangerous. So, I'll try not to cause too much trouble.”

“It's okay, I'm sure y-you won't. I-I do wonder if they can understand what we're saying.”

With a shrug, you replied. “It's worth a try.”

You smiled up at the canopy of leaves, admiring the way the light filtered through the spaces in between. “We appreciate the hospitality, and the lovely music, as well as your stimuli. Oh, and as much as I appreciate you playing matchmaker, you don't have to try so hard. You see, we're already together,” you winked at Zeta-7, who blushed at the gesture. “but secretly, I think Rick's enjoying it. Either way, I hope you'll be kind to us.”

When you had finished, a mushroom ran by, and dropped a gift at your feet before returning to its place. You waited for Ricks approval before peeling back the leaves that were held together by dried vines, revealing a pair of matching bracelets, that seemed to be nothing more then weaved, golden branches. “I think this is for us. See?” you pointed to the inner branch. “This one has your initials.”

Scanning them, Rick found that they were safe, and you two proceeded to try them on, and all at once, you felt warmth wash over you as you glanced at Rick. And when he glanced at you, a vine began to grow and flower, decorating his bracelet in magnificent, lapis blue blooms. “Wow, that's - I've never seen anything like it.”

You haven't either, but that was thing, you always experienced new things when you were with him. Like now, you felt all jittery, and nervous, and when he took your hand to kiss it, your bracelet bloomed, and you just had to pull away, because it felt strange; like a little piece of you was taken away. “Rick, this place is something else. Are you sure it's safe?”

You wanted to be sure, because having him near you all of a sudden was overwhelming, like a dozen butterflies fighting the wind. What was with this place?

“Mhm, I'm sure. I've done extensive research over th-the last couple of weeks t-to make sure we can relax.”

“Really? Nothing toxic or poisonous? No animals or creatures to worry about?”

Taking your hand in his again, you felt a great calm, and the bloomed flowers grew, and vines spread; everywhere they touched, made you feel cozy, and sleepy. So, so sleepy. Perhaps you should say something, but he was happy, and you didn't want that smile to fade, and you allowed him to explain. “Creatures? No, not - not yet. Maybe in a-a couple of years, but not now. This planet is still fairly new, and there's no telling when it - it will be inhabited. For now there's just us, and these w-wonderful plants.”

It was going to be fine you told yourself, and smiling up at him, you replied happily, with a voice soft with affection. “Okay, whatever you say Ricky.”

And like a deep yearning, the vines on his bracelet grew three times their size, and stretched out, just to kiss your face a dozen times; they wanted to delight you. It scared Zeta-7 a bit, but you could only giggle, cause they were just like him; earnest, eager, and sweet.

TBC

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loi-et-love · 7 years

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SZ: hi.

first thing first..... T H A N K S ....for so many things... talking to me, being nice to me (even when i was pain in the ass) .... being frank and open..... talking whatever came to your mind (well that you do with everyone) ..... answering to some long emails... with equally wrong emails....

you know i had drafted a mail earlier but had to delete it ... thought might as well write something new and fresh..... and this is what you have done to me ..... When i have free time .... i think "let me write to aditi" ..... sometimes..... i even wake up in the middle of my sleep to check...... if there is any message from you.... but unfortunately only calls or messages i get then at that time are from GC .... some how he just knows when i am busy.... or sleeping in office hours and he will call me..... the joke i tell my mom is "if i want GC to call me ..... i should sleep" and hola ...tring tring ....

initially when we started talking...... i did want to know why is she talking so much to me .... but then i let go of it ..... realized later you are talkative.....

i dont talk to many people..... and i dont remember when i had written 100 odd emails .... to someone ...... i guess there have been days when we have completed more than 50 odd emails in a single day.... like today we are already near 42......

two reasons i dont talk to many people in office is 1) my last name: they have pre concieved notion about me and feel uncomfortable talking to me ...... and i dont like when people are uncomfortable .... and they do make it previous obvious

2) whatever little interaction i have had with some ..... i just dont connect... i dont feel the need to ... or in simpler words..... i dont find anyone else interesting enough

yes i like you,.... want to know you..... but i want to know you at your pace and your convenience .... i am not in a hurry..... but then its like you kind of sweet like an ice cream..... and i get worried... what if it just melts away .... so i want to know things about you......

all those questions hanky panky and all is just to get you open up..... as i always say.... i was also 24 for one full year..... and i know things that happen.... i am no saint either.... and i had a car since i was 16..... so had my share of back seat action too....

sometimes...... its obvious that i am the distraction .... that keeps you away from ex......... sometimes.... its just that ... you have too much stored in yourself ...... and you dont have the channel to release it all..... so you just treat me like an "agony uncle" or lets say punching bag.... i am ok with that.....

And you are currently occupying lot of my mental space..... whether is sleeping or awake ....

like today i didnt need to send the photo which i sent in morning ...... or didnt need to think about you when i saw rainbow ..... didnt need to go for walk ..... i went yesterday also .... the reason : well yesterday i knew you would be busy from 6-7 while driving to go home and today i knew you would be sleeping while i was awake so i thought might as well go for a walk

talking sarcastically or flirting or being funny is natural to me and so is the serious attitude.... seen a lot of things in life....

you dont like flirting we can always stop.... it will be difficult but i can stop.... no more checking out .... btw its not the ass which i check out first in a lady....... its something else

chalo will send across this email when you are back from lunch..... and done with your work

ohhhh last thing ..... you are B E A U T I F U L ....enjoy have a nice day .

I: God!! nobody is ever going to let me read this email with full concentration. *angry face*

Will you stop thanking me?? I didn't do anything FOR you. i'm selfish that way. So stop!! I did everything because I wanted to. I didn't do any favors for you. I talk to you because i like talking to you. I'm nice to you because you have been nice to me (no indecency). I'm frank and open... Well, that's just who I am. I speak my mind. And I respond to your long emails because I love talking to you and I love long emails. Long emails signify how much willing you are to talk to me. It shows your effort, that you are ready to type so much because you so much to say.

Maybe you can send me that email you deleted. I would want to read everything you type to send me because that's what you wanted to say to me.

I know how you feel. you have done the same thing to me too. I was late for lunch and made Kaalu and H sir wait becasue I wanted to finish writing an email to you.

It's true that I am talkative but I don't talk soooooo much with everybody. I'm friendly with everyone but not everybody is my friend. So, I talked so much with you because I chose to and not because I have a compulsive need of talking.

And BTW you spoke to me first. I had my seat changed and you had asked me something. I think you had asked me what I do here, etc. and then why my place was changed. I remember it was dark and there was nobody in the office except you and me and you were filling your water bottle and laughed (that cute laugh I love) when I told you that because French Translator and I talk a lot they changed my place. (I know it was silly of me. I didn't even care that you're a C (last name) and I shouldn't have and I should've maintain a decorum with you)

"i dont talk to many people" Tha'ts what Kaalu said, you don't talk to too many people. And if you talk, nobody hears your voice. So, it's more or less like you don't talk at all.

And those days are the best days where we write over 50 emails to each other.

I know why you wouldn't talk to people here in OIA. I saw and felt how lonely you are. and then you talked to me one day and I felt "god! ye accha baat karta hai. Decency toh baapre.. chalakti hai!! Has a nice soothing, amazing voice. English mast hai." And then Idk how and when I started talking to you. I don't remember. All I know is that I must've blabbered a lot for no reason, forcing you to be in the conversation. Do you remember how I started talking to you so much after you spoke to me once? (answer me) I actually you spoke to me twice. once ws in the elevator when we were going down. I think we started talking about cars and books when we would leave. And then you would advise me like an uncle to drive safe and use this direction than the one I use. Ufff... how annoying I found you then!! Treating me like I'm 10!

So, as i was saying i thought u r introvert n shy n lonely n dont have many friends here. but i was happy to see you chitchatting with anand sir then.. Sometime in february i think. I was relieved..

I don't understand what preconceived notions they would have about you.

People know you're C because you speak THEIR language. (That's how I found out). I would always see you talk with Kapil. And I wud make a face like why does this man have to talk to him (Atul), bichara.. paka raha hoga Atul ko! But then i found out u r a Chaturvedi and I slapped my forehead. Like whyyyyyyy............... But then your last name never felt like a hindrance for me. You last name never bothered me. Is that strange for you? (answer me)

So, you know how I feel about you not being here right now? So, you know how I feel about you leaving? There is nobody interesting in this office. There's nobody who reach my standards and actually hold a conversation with me. You have no idea how ecsatic I was to talk to you everytime!! I would wait for NL to leave so that I could talk to you. But you would shoo me away like a dog.. :( That did hurt me when you continued to do it for a few days but I didn't say anything because i know you didn't mean it

You have to ask questions to know me. Don't ask me questions about what hanky panky I have done. I won't answer that. i don't kiss and tell. I told you about Aditya. I told you I have daddy issues. You figured out I have trust issues. It takes time to get to know people. And it's more fun when you get to know them as the time passes by. Fast-fast karne me koi mazaa nahi hai. I have been very fast in my life and i've realized this now and i always prefer to go slow.

I want to get to know you too. You conceal so much behind this fluffy (hehehe) exterior. But it takes time.

You are not the distraction. Dude. I have many distractions. Do you think you are the only person in the office I flirt with? Think again! Yeah, it's true that you are the only person I actually enjoy flirting with!! ('im not buttering you up here)

Nobody can keep me away from BB. BB and I... We have the strangest chemistry. We wouldn't talk to each other for months (which felt like years) and we'd gravitate back to each other. It's just how it is. Nobody can stop what's happening between me and him. and you're not a distraction. I don't use humans anymore. not that person anymore.

This is true "you have too much stored in yourself ...... and you dont have the channel to release it all" But you aren't my agony uncle or punching bag. I have just been awfully mad at you, once !! Just once!!.

You are just completely different for me. You hold the weirdest place in my life. Never anticipated to go this far. I didn't know you'd give me your number and i would chat with you like its the end of the world!!

And you are currently occupying lot of my mental space..... whether is sleeping or awake .... --> i don't want to ruin the moment, but i do do this to alot of people. What you said in another email that i have made your boring life here in OIA, interesting and now you look forward to it. There was this intern (also Adi, he's a southernese) he too said the same thing. He wasn't somebody who would talk a lot but with me, we would talk for 9 hours straight for 2-3 weeks! He didnt have any work and nor did I. and he still cannot believe it. Yeah, so i do have an effect on people. (I won't say i dont enjoy it. i jsut hope it turns out to be a good experience for them)

If you thought about me when you saw the rainbow, then i think of you everytime i see XUV on the street. I wait for you to text me on whatsapp. I come to work and I check my email first for any email from you.

Today when i came to work, i really thought that you're lying n u have come back n you'll come to work today.

" it will be difficult but i can stop" --> really? it'll be difficult???

What's the first thing you check out in a girl? and what's the first thing u checked out in me?

"ohhhh last thing ..... you are B E A U TI FUL ....enjoy have a nice day ." --> i have to hug you for this. There's a way of saying things. it also matters who is saying to you.

I'm too disturbed after wat NL said yesterday. I jsut want to go to him anymore.. i'm not Veena or Marina. Nor do I behave that way (although i did speak things with you, i hit on you, that's different. but really, i didn't do it with NL)

"ohhhh last thing ..... you are B E A U TI FUL ....enjoy have a nice day ." --> you made my day. (you too have an effect on me, okay. you just don't realize it, although I say it out loud so many times) this made me smile shyly. main sharmati nahi hu.. thank you :*

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