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catboyfics · 8 months

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so uh- i wanted to ask if you could write for male reader x Jinwoo where the reader likes his shadows more than him (or anyone)

they are his children now.

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Hi!! Ofc, that sounds so funny! I'm writing it as a pre-established relationship where reader n jinwoo are dating but jinwoo goes away so much that reader mostly hangs out with his shadows. hope you enjoy <3

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𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴: Solo Leveling

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: Sung Jinwoo x m!reader

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 & 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: fluff, crack; male reader; disgustingly sweet, beru calls reader papa

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺: 1.8k

"Hey, Jinwoo, where's Beru?" You asked, brows furrowing. Usually, Beru would hang out with you, but now he was missing. The man across from you sighed, bringing his hand to his forehead.

"I sent him out on some errands, nothing important." He said, shaking his head slowly. "How come you always notice when they're here or not?"

You didn't exactly know. You could, in a way, feel their presence. You could feel their eyes watching you, and you just knew when they were around. It wasn't exactly their power, or their otherworldly traits. It was more like that feeling of missing a close friend.

You just shrugged, not bothered enough to think of a proper answer to Jinwoo's question. He only sighed, shaking his head from side to side at your dismissiveness. You loved him, you found him funny. He was your boyfriend, after all. But he was away so much that you ended up closer to his shadows than to him himself.

"It feels like you send all your shadows out whenever we're together." You complain, laying back on the couch and slinging your legs over the arm rest. "I know we're dating, but we could at least watch k-dramas with Beru."

He sighed again (it felt like all he was doing was sighing), looking at you with some are-you-serious look. You chuckled. You did enjoy spending time with your boyfriend, but his shadows were great fun.

"I'm just joking, darling." You say reassuringly, receiving a tired smile from Jinwoo. "It's just that you're always away, and I get worried about you. I need a distraction."

The man across from you stood up, getting up from his comfortable spot in the armchair, and made his way to you. Seeing his movements, you sat up, sitting right on the edge of the couch and leaning against the arm rest. He sat down and you shuffled over to him leaning into his side.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, left arm wrapping around your shoulders as your fingers intertwined. You nodded quietly into his shoulder. It was true. You did worry. You worried a lot about him. He was singlehandedly carrying the world on his shoulders.

"We should go on a date sometime." You say, trying to restore the playful mood from earlier. He nodded enthusiastically, looking at you expectantly as he remained silent. After waiting for a while without you saying anything, he asked the question that had been lingering in his mind.

"Where do you wanna go?" You weren't completely sure, but you had the free time to go wherever you wanted whenever. On the other hand, he was the one who was always busy.

"You should choose. You rarely have free time, so let me treat you for once." You said kindly, smiling up at him as you leaned on his shoulder. You liked this. You liked this a lot.

Jinwoo didn't seem to have an answer immediately, so you took advantage of that. "Oh, we should have a movie night at some point with your shadows. It's like we're a big family!" You said with a big grin. Jinwoo wasn't particularly fond of the idea, and you could tell by the slight grimace on his face, but he would do it for you.

He nodded, sighing as he looked down at his lap, then at you fondly. You felt warmth blossom in your chest as you smiled back at him, squeezing his hand as a little message, chuckling when he squeezed back. He was, really, a very beautiful man. You almost felt out of breath just looking at him. You felt so special to be able to hold him in your arms.

"We'll, lets have that movie night tonight and we can go on our date tomorrow. I can put my duties as a hunter on hold for a little bit." He said eventually, letting his head fall into his hand in defeat. You grinned wide, thanking him profusely as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He turned to you quickly, eyes wide before grinning himself. From your peripheral, you could see his hands crawling towards your waist and you looked down. Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough, and his tickle attack had begun. You threw yourself back on the couch, somewhere between laughing and crying as his fingers ghosted evilly over your waist, making your abs clench desperately.

You struggled to get words out from between your helpless spurts of laughter, begging him to stop and jokingly pushing him away. When he finally relented, giving you space to breath, your face was flushed red and you were smiling so wide it hurt.

He laughed to himself before coughing into his fist, summoning his shadows back. You could see his eyes glow purple for a second before you heard a cry from behind the sofa.

"Papa!" The ant shadow cried, and your face flushed red as you realized Jinwoo didn't know about your new nickname. He looked at you like you were an alien, and you sputtered into a closed fist, trying desperately to form words. It took a second to compose yourself, but you eventually spoke.

"Uhm, Beru started calling me papa since he saw a little boy calling his dad papa..." You trailed off, looking desperately at Beru for help. He was of no help, evidently, and you sighed to yourself before continuing. "He decided that I took care of him like the dad took care of the little boy, and that he should call me papa from now on."

You could see Jinwoo's shoulders trembling as he tried to hold in a laugh, clapping a hand over his mouth as tears gathered in his eyes. He was like that for a bit, making you pout, but eventually you gave into the laughter yourself. You had no idea how long you were laughing together, but by the end of it your abs hurt like never before.

"No wonder you called it a family movie night." Your boyfriend laughed evilly, cheeks inflated like balloons. Your face felt hot, but you weren't ashamed of it. You did cross your arms, though, looking sternly at the hunter sitting next to you.

Suddenly, there was a weight on the sofa next to you, and you looked over to see Beru had sat down with you. You didn't quite understand why he had weight in the first place, but it wasn't your place to question it.

You turned to him, asking what he wanted to watch but knowing the answer already. You weren't at all surprised when he said "Historical K-drama." You sighed, shaking your head before coming up with an idea.

"We should watch a horror movie!" You exclaimed, looking excitedly at Jinwoo. He wasn't a huge fan of horror movies, but he couldn't say no to your enthusiasm and nodded slowly. He grabbed the TV controller from the end table on his side of the couch and clicked the power button. You watched the TV light up, seeing him click on Prime video and snatching the controller enthusiastically from his hands.

You typed in the letters, "c-o-r-a-l-i", until the movie you were looking for popped up. You grinned evilly at Jinwoo, looking over to Beru and seeing tears gathering in his eyes. He was a crybaby, but you loved him like a son, and you felt pity swirl in your chest. You just wrapped an arm around his shoulder and clicked on the movie.

You loved this movie, but you had to admit, it was pretty scary. Jinwoo was rarely fazed by scary stuff, what he saw as a hunter was much worse, but you were expecting Beru to start sobbing into your shoulder. You smiled as the movie played out and Beru started to relax, not finding the beginning scary.

That was the trick of Coraline, though. Everything seemed perfect, until it wasn't. You had to admit that you struggled a bit the first time you saw the movie. It was... disturbing. But it was also what got you into horror movies, so it held a special place in your heart.

The movie progressed, and you and Jinwoo were completely fine. You could already see Beru's shoulders trembling, though, and you struggled to hold in your laugh when he looked at you with teary eyes. It was around the middle of the movie when the floodgates opened, and Beru started sobbing uncontrollably into your shirt. You didn't fail to notice the glanced he was sneaking at the TV, though.

You got through Coraline with surprisingly little trouble, but Beru wasn't happy by the end of it. He was whining like a toddler, and it really made him look like a kid. It blew your mind that he was Jinwoo's most formidable shadow soldier.

"Papa, why did you make me watch that?" He asked, comical tears welling in his eyes as he looked down at you. It felt strange to have him crying at you, despite having to look down. You just smirked evilly as you spoke.

"Character development. You may be physically strong, but you need to be mentally strong!" You explained, though it was more of an excuse to try to get the shadow to try something new.

Beru mumbled something, but you couldn't quite hear it so you ignored it, getting up from the couch as you turned the TV off. You looked down to Jinwoo, sleep in your eyes as you held your hand out to him.

"Hey, I'm tired and it's getting pretty late. Lets go to bed." You declared, smiling as he grabbed your hand and pushed of the sofa, walking with you to your shared bedroom. A few months ago, he had moved out of his Mom's apartment and bought one with you. It was one of the best choices of your life.

You slipped your clothes off, slipping on a loose t-shirt and wearing nothing but your boxers on your legs before walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth. With clean teeth and an empty bladder, you returned to the bedroom and slipped into bed, covering yourself with the duvet. The weight felt comfortable, but there was still something missing. Jinwoo.

Before long, he joined you under the blanket, and you reached out to rest your hand on his cheek. You couldn't help it. He was so beautiful, and god, you loved him so much. He smiled at you. He seemed calm, at peace. You felt very peaceful yourself.

"Jinwoo," you whispered, looking him in the eyes before planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you."

And with that, you let yourself drift off into the sweetest slumber.

I know it's not exactly what you asked for, but i'm really happy with how it turned out! i love writing angst, but something tooth rotting fluff is the key to my heart. Also, I'm sorry it's not as long as some of my other fics :( i really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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leeknowlover99 · 6 months

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Jake drabble - Prove it then

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word count: 2,2k

friends to lovers if you squint

warnings: smut, blowjob, drinking, smoking, swearing, dirty talk

„fuck” you yelled angrily propping yourself up on your knees and trying to catch a breath. yellow bus just drove away 5 minutes earlier than it was scheduled. „motherfucker!!!” you yelled and kicked nearest object you found - trash can filled to the brim with empty cans and bottles became your victim. few bottles fell out of it and rolled on the pavement with loud clinking. it was the last bus that could take you to the small town where you were renting your apartment. dang, only if your tinder date did not try to kiss you maybe you’d make it. the guy was tragic, he kept talking about himself all evening, split the bill and awkwardly tried to kiss you after all that. and now you were stuck in the city. first morning bus was leaving at 5 am so you still had few hours to pass around. you were already feeling a bit sleepy, probably after all that boring stories your date told you. your feet were starting to hurt a bit as you made a stupid mistake of wearing platform heels today, trying to impress this idiot guy. god, what was happening with you?? your life was a mess lately. but now all you knew was you have to find a place to crash somewhere till 5 am. think Y/N, think you told yourself. you could go to a club or a bar, it was saturday night so most places would be open and busy but you weren’t in the mood. normally you would crash at your best friends flat but her parents were visiting her this weekend so it was a no go. it looked like you only had one option left, you opened chat with Jake and typed:

are you in town? i need a place to crash, missed the last bus :((

three dots appeared immediately. thank god he was awake, you just hoped he was not at some party as it was his usual weekend routine. text appeared:

hello

you can come over if you want ;)

typical Jake, always flirty for no reason. you rolled your eyes and texted him back.

omw then, thanks

your relation with Jake was undefined, you weren’t close enough to be called friends but you knew each other quite well. you used to hang out more often but sometimes things got weird between you. tension was always there but you don’t think there was more and neither of you wanted to make a move. sometimes you wondered what it would be like. to kiss his pretty lips, feel his hot body pressing against you or wake up next to him and cuddle all day. but usually you quickly dismissed these images from your head. however they kept coming back as you made your way to his place. fortunately he lived only two crossing from the bus stop so you arrived quickly before your mind drifted to far.

you knocked on his doors impatiently, you got a bit cold on the way and could not wait to warm up. he opened and leaned against the doorframe lazily. he was wearing home attire - loose grey sweats and tank top, his muscular arms peeking from tight material. he must’ve just taken the shower as his hair was dump and slicked back. damn he was hot. you realised you were staring but when you snapped back to reality you noticed he was staring too. after all, you did make an effort to look good today, did your make up and wore your favourite black dress. he whistled looking you up and down.

“will you let me in ?” you huffed.

“sorry, was wondering why are you here when it looks like you clearly had other plans for the night” he smirked and let you in.

“please don’t make me more miserable than i already am” you sighed.

Jake invited you to his room and you immediately made your way to his bed. finally your feet could rest, you rolled your toes feeling relief after spending all evening in those platforms. Jake followed you to his room after a minute carrying two beers from the kitchen.

“hey, outside clothes are not allowed on the bed” he grabbed your hand to lift you up.

you looked at him annoyed. he was not making it easy for you today.

“if you want me to strip so bad just ask” you teased getting up.

he raised his eyebrow in response.

“cocky are you? you must’ve really have a bad evening. want a smoke?” he fished out a pack of marlboros from his pocket.

“why not”

you grabbed a fluffy blanket and sat on the garden chair slowly sipping beer and smoking. Jake lived on 4th floor so view from the balcony was quite nice. you enjoyed watching the small crescent moon and few stars that were visible above you.

“i thought you quit” he said pulling you out of your thoughts. at first you didn’t get that he was referring to smoking and you frowned at him. he gestured to your hand, cigarette resting between your fingers.

“oh, yeah i did. guess you’re the bad influence” you joked.

“i don’t think it is me sweetheart.” there he was with the flirty nicknames. but he was right, it was not him. it was you who was lost and continued to make one bad decision after another.

“yeah, i just have a tough time lately” you said not looking at him. “can i have another one?” you said putting out your current cigarette.

“lucky for you, it was the last one” he winked at you showing you empty package. “so did your date went bad or what?” he asked.

“yeah. he was a jerk. like all of the guys apparently” you rolled your eyes.

“can i share my opinion?” he stood up in front of you.

“if you have to.”

“i think it’s because you’re always choosing assholes while there are much better guys out there.” he said confidently looking at you.

“oh really? guys like who? you?” you stood up and met his gaze. he was being annoyingly cocky.

“maybe” he licked his lips. he was the opposite of a good guy actually. but he was the tempting one.

you grabbed him by the collar of his tank top and yanked towards you. your faces were centimeters away now. you were so close you felt his breath quickened. after looking into his dark eyes you flicked your eyes towards his lips and back up.

“don’t start something you can’t finish Y/N” he warned, you were still holding his tank top.

“who sad I cannot finish it?” you asked tilting your head slightly and after that you let go of him and turned around to go back inside.

“i’m going to take a shower now”. you were taking a step into the bedroom when Jake grabbed your forearm and forced you to turn around, you bumped into him slightly and your heart started beating faster as you saw his dark eyes piercing you.

“prove it then. prove what you just said” his voice was quiet but cold and demanding, sending shivers down your spine. blanket was long gone from your shoulders pooling on the floor and cold air was brushing against your exposed body but your skin was burning. thousands thoughts rolled through your head trying to decide whether to take this step or not. blame it on the alcohol or the haze from smoking after such a long time but there was only one winning voice and it told you do it.

you crashed your lips against his with a force. he seemed shocked for good few seconds as he was not kissing you back. just when you were about to pull out you felt his hot fingers grab your neck and his lips roughly moved against yours. there was nothing gentle or pure about the way you were making out. tongues dancing together, jake biting your lower lip from time to time. one of your hands was grabbing and pulling on his hair while other was holding his biceps, god his body was amazing, hot and hard under you fingers, your hand feeling small next to his arm. jake was not wasting time either, he acted like man starved, exploring your waist and grabbing your ass, soon his fingers started to wonder under your skimpy dress as he pressed you against the balcony railing, you felt his hard on against your stomach and it made you weak in your knees, good thing he was holding you tight. his fingers teased your inner thighs and slowly moved towards your panties.

“fuck, you’re so wet” he hissed against your lips when he made contact with your clothed core, his fingers feeling your entrance through the thin material. you could not hold a quite moan and burried your face in jake’s neck as his started playing with your clit. you nipped at his skin lightly. he started to move your panties to the side, you grabbed his hand and looked at him wide eyes, damn he looked hot, lips plump from all the kissing, pupils dilated and breath fast. “jake, not outside” you managed to say. he grinned smugly in response.

“oh yeah? why not? are you embarrassed someone is going to see?” he asked grabbing your neck and choking you slightly.

you decided to pull a move to distract him and leaned to whisper in his ear “want your cock so bad daddy” he stiffened and raised his eyebrow at you. “fucking get inside now” he gritted through his teeth. looks like you little stunt did work perfectly.

you stumbled towards the bed together and messily landed on the soft mattress. you climbed on jakes lap and nagged at him to take off his tank top. it revealed mouthwatering sight of his abs and v line disappearing where waistband of his sweats hang low. you pressed open mouth kisses and sucked on his neck as you moved slowly down his body. he threw his head back and groaned. “baby hurry, i want to feel you” he panted after a while of your teasing. you finally got him what he needed and palmed his hard dick, it was painfully big in your hand. “impatient are we?” you tsked at him. “for you always”. you took off his sweats and boxers and kneeled to kiss the red swollen tip of his dick. it looked delicious and tasted a little salty. you gave it a good suck before starting to move your head up and down. “fuck baby you’re so good” he grunted as you sped up, drool starting to drip down your chin and eyes watering. he made a ponytail of you hair and helped you move faster and take him deeper. few more moves and he yanked you off his cock. “i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop” he explained and moved on top of you “god this dress needs to go” he undressed you and you could see his gaze became even darker when he saw you fully naked underneath him. “god you have no idea how hard i wanted this” he whispered sucking on your hard nipples and fondling with your breast. he surprised you with that statement but you did not have time to think about it as you felt yourself become even wetter and your cunt clenching around nothing. “ jake need more please” you begged. he shout you up with a kiss. his dick grinding against your wet core made you gasped in his lips. “will you take it without a prep?” he asked sucking on your neck and putting light pressure on your entrance with his tip. he was making you crazy. your whole body was on fire, you were leaning towards his touch, craving it. “please” you moaned. “good girl” he praised and thrusted in you. it was quite a stretch because he was so big but you liked the burn and after few shallow thrusts it went away and pleasure replaced it. he was deliciously thick and warm. you nagged at him to move faster and he stopped holding back, thrusting roughly and picking up a pace. he was hitting your soft spot perfectly, you orgasm was building up. “god you’re so perfect” jake was completely lost muttering praises, his face burried in your neck. “jake i’m close” you said and lifted your legs to place them on his shoulders, new angle making him go deeper and your pussy clench harder. “you’re so hot, i’m gonna cum soon too” he said as his eyes followed your moving tits. you reached your hand down to circle your clit and moaned at how sensitive you were. it felt too good, jakes hot sweaty body on you, his thick cock massaging your wet walls, your orgasm came suddenly and made you whine loudly, pleasure rolling through your body, you arched your back slowly coming down from your high. jake was still thrusting roughly. “ can i come inside?” he asked kissing you messily as you lowered your legs to cross them around his waist. “yes i’m on a pill, please come inside jake” you coaxed him and seconds later he filled you with his cum. he kissed you passionately, soft lips moving together, tongues lazily meeting, his dick was still inside. “god that was amazing” he smiled at you. “so did i prove it to you?” you teased. “i might need a seconded try” he made a thinking face and you smacked his arm laughing. “care to join me in the shower?” you asked

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jtl-fics · 11 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 28

FF does not like being on pain medication.

Everything feels floaty and it is so hard to focus on anything around him.

He’s almost glad that his Gran has given him something to focus on that something being helping her sell her lie to the Foxes that she only knows Polish. Coach Wymack must know but the man is a steel trap and FF finds himself envying his Gran that HER secret keeper is Coach Wymack.

“Smithy! My sweet beautiful idiot!” Nicky cries when Gran gives Wymack the OK for them to come back in. FF finds himself on the receiving end of 2 forehead kisses and a kiss to each of his cheeks from Nicky. “Next time you see a crazy mafia hitman looking to kidnap me you just grab me and RUN.” He orders pointedly, “No more cool guy shit where you take ‘em out in the weird sex alley.” He runs his fingers through FF’s hair and…

Yeah it’s okay that Nicky is the one that knows.

Nicky is so nice.

“What about Aaron?” FF asks.

“If Romero could grab Aaron when he is in whacky inflatable tube mode then I don’t think he’d be taken out by you and Andrew.” Nicky says with a watery smile.

“Hey.” Aaron’s voice is offended.

“Learn to dance at a club already. We’ve been going for years.” Nicky shoots back but never takes his eyes off of FF’s face.

“I dance just fine. I’m better than Kevin.” Aaron argues.

“Hey.” Kevin’s voice is offended.

“You are better than Kevin, but that’s not a real standard of good.” Nicky dismisses, “Regardless, next time grab me and I’ll grab Aaron and the three of us can hide literally anywhere other than the weird sex alley. We could go to the back room with Roland or, if it means you not ending up in the hospital with a stab wound, I would even tolerate hiding down in the straight swingers club in the basement.” Nicky says.

He sees Andrew and Captain Neil tense off to the side.

Oh, that’s right.

Oh fun another lie for him to focus on instead of feeling floaty. Gran always talked about the virtue of telling the truth but the only thing set free would be Nicky in a club that he’s not supposed to know about.

“I wouldn’t ask that of you Nicky.” FF says instead.

Nicky laughs and kisses his cheek one more time. “You’re my favorite family member now. Sorry Aaron, you’ve made me endure the horrors of a heterosexual relationship for too long.” Nicky says stroking FF’s face as he looks up to where FF assumes Aaron is.

“Hey.” Aaron says in the exact same way he said earlier.

“Andrew-“ Nicky starts but is cut off.

“I don’t care.”

“That’s the spirit.” Nicky says, “Neil-“

“Nicky, I also don’t care.”

“At least you have one another to support each other.”

“Wait, what about me?” Kevin asks.

“You won’t even LEARN the family language Kevin, you were NEVER in the running for my favorite.” Nicky dismisses and doesn’t bother to turn back to the “So Smithy is my favorite family member now with Aras coming in second.”

Two things strike FF in the wake of family conversation.

First, when in the world did Kevin get here? Why is he here? Is he going to ask the doctors to run tests on FF to figure out stealth mode?

Second, Nicky just used his Gran’s nickname. The nickname that causes FF no small amount of embarrassment. It was a youthful indiscretion! He had thought he understood Lithuanian quite well! He had wanted to impress his Great Gran and his Gran with his knowledge.

“You’re looking pale Smith, do you need more pain medication?” Captain Neil asks.

“No, I’m fine.” He is pretty sure that pain meds can’t numb the psychological pain of his friends hearing about his youthful mistakes and he doesn’t care how bad his stomach is going to hurt he wants to only take the absolute minimum amount of pain meds required to get through this so he can stop floating.

Having friends nearby makes it so much easier.

Conversations go on with him and around him. He’s tired still from everything and when a nurse comes in to try and give him more pain medication he declines. All present in the room except Gran try to convince him to take it but he declines all but the most minor amount to take the edge off.

He finally realizes that Kevin had not been with them and asks why the hell he’s here. He gets an answer that makes him reconsider being on any pain medication at all because it doesn’t really make any sense. Why in the world is Kevin telling him not to trust the nutritionist?

Neil lets him know that the FBI are going to be coming around at some point to talk to him. He says that Agent Browning is a dick but generally fine and that there will be a local agent Iruma Matsumoto stopping by before him, probably today. He looks right at Andrew and says “Yeah, I’ll talk with them about how Romero stabbed me.” Andrew lets out an amused puff of laughter that makes FF feel like he might be doing alright at this friendship thing.

He apologizes to Andrew that he can’t make the pie today and gets a flick to his ear.

He finds out that he slept through all of Saturday and that it is Sunday morning. Finds out that his Gran and Wymack had stayed over at the Columbia house last night and that Wymack has him excused from his classes this week. He also finds out that Nicky has given his grandma a key to the house in Columbia so she could stay there while she’s visiting him.

He apologizes to Nicky for messing up the clothes he’d let him borrow and earns another flick to the ear from Nicky.

Wymack hands him a new phone that Nicky has apparently set up for him. His lip quirks up slightly when he sees that Nicky registered it as ’Smithy’s phone’. Neil shows him some stuff since he has the same phone model but Andrew rolls his eyes.

“You’ve barely figured out how to set anything on your phone Junkie. You still haven’t even set a screen lock.” He says as he pulls Neil back from FF’s space.

“I’ve figured out how to change the notification ping.” Neil argues but lets himself be pulled away and if Andrew keeps his arm around Neil afterwards? No one comments on that.

He translates things for his Gran when it seems important for her to be able to respond to and helps Nicky with some pronunciations.

He falls asleep a couple times and wakes up to his friends and teammates in all sorts of different configurations. Nicky gets him some good sugar-free Jell-O from the nurses while Aaron smacks Kevin upside the head when Kevin complains that it’s not good for him and not part of the diet he’s making to get FF back on the Court ASAP. “He’s gotta be on a clear liquid diet for 24 hours after his surgery.” Aaron hisses.

“Why does it have to be clear? I can put it in a blender but it won’t be clear.” Kevin grumbles.

“He’s not going to be on puree’d food for at least two weeks idiot.” Aaron smacks his head again.

“Stop that.”

He hears from Wymack the other Freshman Dealer won’t be returning and that Sheena is now their only Dealer and she does not do defense well. Kevin’s disapproval for the Jell-O cups only grows stronger in light of this news. His grumbling only stops when Gran looks at him and says “Maybe someone should help you pull that stick out of your ass young man.” In her nicest most grandmotherly voice.

When Kevin turns to FF for a translation Nicky beats him to it, “She said a handsome young man like you shouldn’t ruin your face with worries.” He says without a hint that he’s lying.

Kevin preens at the grandmotherly approval of his looks and FF gets to know that he, Nicky and his grandma all have lying in common.

Eventually it’s lunch time and the natural hunger of college athlete boys trumps anything else. Kevin won’t eat anything at the cafeteria since he doesn’t trust the nutritionist so they agree to head out of the hospital to grab food. He’s more tired than hungry so he tells his Gran to go with them. She pats his face and promises she’ll be back with some clear soup for him per the Doctor’s order and despite Kevin’s grumbling that he could make a clear protein shake.

His Gran kisses his forehead and tells him that she’ll be back soon and that he should rest as much as he can.

***

FF can’t sleep.

He tried.

He really did.

But without the noise of everyone else his mind keeps going back to the last time he was in a hospital. He closes his eyes and he can see Gran’s pale face when she tells him that his dad didn’t make it and the tears when she tells him neither-

He can’t sleep.

So he gets up against medical advice and decides to go on a walk. He’s not been connected to any of the monitoring equipment since he had first woken up, just the IV keeping him hydrated. FF decides he wants to get his dad’s leather back because it would make him feel better. The leather jacket has weight that would keep his feet strictly on the ground and it’s something his Gran had given to him when he went off to college so that he could keep his dad close. He could call a nurse but it feels like he shouldn’t distract them with something as stupid as getting him his dad’s jacket so he doesn’t have a panic attack.

So he lets himself slip into the background and heads towards the nurse station. He thinks that might be where they’re holding his belongings. It’s a good first stop if nothing else.

He can’t help but notice a strange number of men in suits but figures that maybe they’re just there to talk to people who seem to have gotten caught up in some sort of mass casualty incident.

He makes it to the nurse station and when a whole 5 minutes goes by without a single nurse clocking that he exists he considers speaking up until he sees a nurse bagging up some clothes, slapping on a label, and heading away.

It’s nice when things work out for him.

Another suit wearing man comes up and a different nurse sees him there immediately and comes up, “What can I help you with?” She asks.

“I’m looking for someone with the last name Smith, he has a stab wound?” The man asks.

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” The nurse responds with exasperation but FF is already almost out of earshot when he hears it because he’s following the nurse with the bag.

He follows her down the hallway and she thankfully takes an elevator instead of going down the stairs because FF doesn’t know how he would have gotten his IV stand down with him.

FF walks in with her and he watches her slump as the doors slide close. Relaxing like most people do when they think they’re alone. Her shoulders go straight back when the elevator opens again and he follows after her.

He follows her to a door that she unlocks and proceeds to enter and FF sees a room full of the same bags with belongs all tagged with a last name and a room number. “Christ, why are there so many fucking Smiths in here right now?” She grumbles but takes him straight to the S section and he sees his own ‘Smith’ and room number.

He grabs it and heads out the door before the nurse and heads into the elevator.

His phone pings with a text message. He opens it and sees a text from an unknown number.

“Come to the Cafeteria. - IM”

FF stares at his phone for a few minutes before the initials click.

Iruma Matsumoto, the local FBI agent who was coming to talk to him today according to Captain Neil. It’s weird to be texted like this but this is the first time he’s ever had to talk to the FBI. Maybe it’s normal? He doesn’t really want to bother Captain Neil about what getting interrogated by the FBI is like since Captain Neil is out at lunch.

He decides to go to the Cafeteria.

FF follows the directory in the elevator and then the arrows that point him towards the cafeteria. He takes a moment to pull his dad’s jacket out and it does help him feel better. He realizes the McDonald’s toy is still in his pocket and thinks that he really should probably turn that over to Agent Matsumoto.

When he gets to the cafeteria he sees even more of those guys in suits and then he sees a well dressed Japanese man sitting by himself at a table. FF has a moment where he thinks ‘Wow that FBI agent sure does look like a member of the Yakuza.’ Before he squashes it because ‘OMG that’s such a fucking racist thing to think. Thoughts from the abyss are the worst and Agent Matsumoto is probably a perfectly nice guy.’

He takes a seat in front of the man who is surrounded by two other of the men in black he’s seen. Oh that guy was probably looking for him to bring him here so they could have the talk.

None of the men seem to notice him and FF realizes that he’s still in stealth mode. He sets the bag with the rest of his clothes to the side and clears his throat.

Three sets of eyes are on him immediately and FF breathes through the anxiety as the two men at either side of Agent Matsumoto seem to reach for something at their holsters.

“Captain Neil said you wanted to talk to me.” He says.

Captain Matsumoto raises a hand and the two men on either side of him return to an at ease position.

***

Ichirou Moriyama could admit to himself that he had been startled when a young man seemingly appeared out of nowhere in front of him without any warning. He sees a bulge in the man’s pocket that says that he’s armed and he could have done anything before bringing attention to himself. He had men throughout the hospital and no one has spotted Wesninski or any of his cohorts but they had their eyes peeled for the uninvolved civilian who had taken out Jackson on his own and had assisted Wesninski’s guard dog in taking out Romero.

Interesting.

Ichirou clasps his hands together in over the cafeteria table.

“Yes, let’s talk.” He agrees.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Guess who accidentally took FF's phone?#It's Neil #He realizes it halfway through the grocery store run #Sorry FF your grandma is now the Monster Grandma #She's got knitting projects planned for each of them #She's already asked about allergies #She jokingly tells Nicky she'll knit Kevin a muzzle because he's commented on the amount of butter she uses four times #He always shuts up when he eats it at least #Neil is blissfully unaware that he has FF's phone and FF has his #Some poor Moriyama grunts are wandering through the hospital having to check every single Smith room for the one they're looking for #Ichirou was planning some mild intimidation shit on Neil #But was hampered because JFC why so many Smiths #Does Ichirou know Smith's first name?#Perhaps #Does he use it?#Probably not #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Andreil #FF - Pt. 28

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bluewhitehues · 3 months

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Author's note : These are lyrics from Hug by Seventeen ..you'll see it unfolding throughout the story.

Also I didn't expect this much of response but I'm so so happy you guys liked it 😭😭THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME 🥺❤️

Part 2

You still are a little bit nervous but you aren't a quitter, you're one confident women.

You checked yourself one last time in the mirror, throwing that confident smirk to yourself cause you damn well knew you look good, you winked at yourself and finally went to the uber you booked. You decided to go a few minutes earlier so that you'd get a little comfortable at that place, first of all you've no idea who your date is and you don't wanna go through the trouble and embarrassment of searching him through the whole place so yeah no you decided to be there early.

Chan that a$shole didn't even give you your supposed blind date's number saying "I gave him your number he'll find you ."

So yeah here you were waiting for him in the cafe. You noticed it wasn't too crowded it was rather peaceful.

On the other hand there's Mingyu he was also nervous but excited the whole day.

He had asked chan about how did you say yes, "what was her reaction?" "Was she weirded out because I want to go on a date with her?" But chan has been dismissive of him saying, "Just eat the fruit hyung don't count the seeds."

He didn't think much of that, he was just excited for the date. Imagine his big but smol puppy self jumping here and there being all giddy, thinking about you. He even told seokmin and wonwoo about the date.

After coming from their schedule he showered and got ready. A black turtleneck, a denim jacket over it and blue jeans.He sprayed his favourite perfume on himself, took his car keys while wonwoo was teasing him about the date he left the apartment with the blush all over his cheeks. He was so giddy, tho while driving few things popped up in his mind, What if you don't like him, what if it won't work out but you said yes to the date so he was counting on that.

He arrived at the cafe finally. After parking his car, he went inside.

There you were looking all pretty and cute sipping your milkshake. He went towards your table, you noticed him when he was near, he saw your eyes going a little wide.. he removed his mask and sat down infront of you.

"Hey you are early, I thought I'd be the early one . Did you wait for too long? " He asked with a nervous chuckle .

And you ....there was shock written all over your face, you were freaking out from inside. Chan that mf was so so dead he sent Kim fking Mingyu as your blind date , and never in your wildest dreams you thought this would happen. You thought it must be some friend of his but A MEMBER? A SEVENTEEN MEMBER?? AS YOUR BLIND DATE????? What the fuvk was happening right now .

You were confused as hell but you talked, " Mingyu ? It's you?"

Now it was his turn to be confused, "U-uh chan didn't tell you? You didn't know it'd be me?" He asked tilting his head a little.

"No he didn't, he told me it's a blind date."

Mingyu closed his eyes shaking his head cursing chan in his mind , "I'm so sorry y/n , I swear I didn't know that you don't know it's a date with me , I thought he told you ..I know it's unfair, if I know you should've also known it's me ..I'm sorry " he sighed.

You were feeling so many emotions at once, you didn't know what to say. You said yes to this because you wanted to move on but you can't do this to Mingyu.. out of all the people not him. You know how good of a person he is chan has talked about him always. You can't do this to him while you like his little brother -his bestfriend. He doesn't deserve this he deserves better,even if it's just a date.

"I believe you mingyu you don't have to say sorry I just-" you sighed ,"I'm sorry i just didn't think it'd be you infact I didn't think at all that it could be any one of your members ..that's why I'm so surprised."

He smiled at you, " well yeah it's me and it's my fault as well I should've directly asked you insteading of involving chan"

And just now your dumb ass is realising that it's Mingyu who asked chan for a date with you and that information is like a bomb to your brain you're shaking your head to avoid the effects of explosion, you're hoping whatever it is you're thinking isn't true but mingyu decides to speak seeing your inner turmoil.

"So uh I really hope you're interested in this date but if this is too much for you and if you're uncomfortable because it's me, we can go if you're not feeling ok I understand."

Now you're feeling so much bad he's being so kind to you.

"You are not making me uncomfortable don't worry but I could really use some fresh air I don't think I can talk here ..do you mind if we go out?"

"ofcourse we can,let's go."

Like the gentleman he's he insisted on paying for your drink and you insist on buying a drink for him, the least you can do is that for ruining the date.Also you felt bad because you didn't even ask him if he ate you knew they had schedule for the whole day.

You were walking on the street, it is quiet here in this area, it's even surrounded by nature , you both were a bit awkward but yeah.

"Are you feeling better now?" He asks you.

You smile a little at him "yes I'm ..thank you."

You stop at a bridge like place where wind is blowing.

He looks at you "y/n ...if it wasn't clear..I like you, I really really like you..I just wanted you to know."

He said it with such a genuineness with those eyes twinkling, your breath got stuck, your heart was beating so loud. You wish you could say it back to him but you can't ... Cause you like someone else.

"Mingyu..." You sighed "I- thank you.. I don't know what to say but I respect your feelings and I'm really sorry." You contemplated on telling him but you decided to say, " I like someone else...and I actually said yes to the date because I'm trying to move on ..and you don't deserve this.. so I'm gonna have to say no to you, I'm so so sorry" you got teary eyed while saying all that.

He kind of saw that coming.. your sad eyes your expressions gave it all away.

"it's chan, isn't it?

Your eyes widened and you don't know why instead of saying no and lying you say "How do you know?"

He gives you a sad smile .."I've seen you with him and I'm good at observing but I hoped I was wrong." "To confirm this I actually asked him if you guys are dating or something-" he was going to say something more but decides to stop cause he realises it might hurt you ..

You snort at that , "it's ok mingyu I know he doesn't like me like that." You look at him in the eye while your own eyes are teary ," Honestly it feels so wrong you know ..to like him-" he cuts you off at that shaking his head " there's nothing wrong in liking someone y/n ..get that in your head and hey I like someone too you know,even if she doesn't like me. See we're in the same boat if you ask me." He says it teasingly, you laugh a little at that.. despite his own sadness he's trying to comfort you.

"Hey now, are you trying to make me feel guilty?" You ask looking up at him.

He laughs," no I'm not I'm just joking."

You sigh.. "you'll not tell this to chan right?" You ask him a little scared.

"No y/n ..you can trust me, I won't say anything to anyone. Whatever happened today it's a secret between you and me"

"You promise ?" You look at him with hopeful eyes.

He gives you his pinky and smiles "I promise."

You hook your pinkies in a promise.

You think about how he must've looked forward to the date and you dropped all these bombs on him, you must've made him sad .."I feel like a jerk I ruined the date for you I'm so-"

"What are you sorry for please stop saying sorry, you didn't know it'd be me I'm feeling more sorry I must've startled you." He says looking at you because he really does feel bad about you not knowing.

"well you did startle me but you also don't have to say sorry ..Lee chan will pay for this, what if we both join hands to plan something against him"

He laughs at your playfulness, "deal."

There's a awkward silence then he says "we should go it's getting chilly ..I'll drop you off ?" He's hoping you'd say yes atleast to this.

You try to politely decline him but he insists and you decide to say yes.

Note: Heyy this is it for today, I don't know how many parts it'll be may be 1 or 2 more ...I'll try to post daily I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading byeee❤️

Part 3 👇🏻

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bloomingdog · 13 days

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Acolyte

word count: 2.7k a/n: hii i'm going through a depressive episode and this is my fic about soap with a depressed reader cos he's my babygirl. might expand on them idk i love soap i wanna keep writing for him

Johnny is a friend of Kyle’s, and Kyle is a friend of Farah, who is your friend. And Johnny, or Soap, is here because Kyle invited him since he had “nothing better to do”. And it’s alright, he’s fun and a little loud, he talks over people but always apologises. You were a little nervous to meet him, having been promised a get-together with people you were already well-acquaintances with, but the tears in your eyes, from laughing, that is, dismiss all previous nerves.

“And then he-” He’s cut off by his own wheeze, it’s been going for a couple of minutes; him and Kyle trying to retell a story about their captain, but they keep getting interrupted by their own laughter. You don’t think it’s that funny, if anything their reactions are the thing that make you all go into hysterics. It’s hard to feel sorry for all the other patrons.

You feel drunker than you really are, save for Farah, you only had two to three beers each. It’s the kind of silly drunkenness induced by being with friends. The forgotten UNO cards on top of the table shake as Johnny’s fist hits the table trying to catch his breath.

And the pub’s playlist keeps playing every top #1 hit from the last 20 years. And at some point you’re all performing a rendition of smash hit “500 miles”. And you’re getting giggly with sleep. And Farah’s driving you home. And she’s asking you about Johnny, which makes you giggly all over. And she’s telling you he’s single.

And then it’s morning. And there’s a message from an unknown phone number.

“Hey. This is Johnny.

Just wanted to let you know I had a blast last night, loved meeting you :-)”

It makes you smile trying to figure out what to write back. Why is it so hard to sound nonchalant while also a little interested in getting to know him?

“So did I!

Haven’t laughed that hard in a while lol”

That’s cool, right? It’s half a good response at the very least, since you get a response back.

“Wanna meet sometime?”

Oh, that’s good. At best, you get a little attention and maybe a lay, at worst you get a new friend. You keep texting throughout the day, you two fit like a puzzle piece: talkative, extroverted and active. He sends you a picture of a squirrel he saw earlier on his morning run, you send him a picture of your cat back with the caption “my asshole son” to which he replies “don’t be mean to him”. Those little interactions keep getting exchanged. On Monday, you send him a fun fact about a shark that had a virgin birth. Tuesday, he’s telling you about his fear of dogs. Wednesday is the perfect occasion for a picture of your cat, Gus, sleeping in a funny position. Thursday, your phone pings with a string of texts ranting about Glasgow City. Friday you’re texting Johnny that you’re at the restaurant you’re meeting at, a hole-in-the-wall that mastered the art of oily food and crispy chips, he replies he’s running late.

“I’m so sorry for making you wait.” Is out of his mouth before any greeting. “Are ye hungry?” It’s more a conversation starter than an actual question.

“It’s okay! No worries.” You’re just happy to be hanging out, not bothered by his tardiness.

The two of you sit and chat, you learn he has a tattoo of a revolver but won’t say where. He laughs at the face you make while imagining where it would be. “Don’t be dirty!” He chastises, it’s within the law that you steal one of his chips as payment for the teasing. You ask where does Soap come from.

“A’m good at cleaning.” It’s a short answer that explains enough, you’re not keen on pushing the topic any further. Luckily, he changes the topic rather quickly, it looks like he’s not a big fan of silences. “Tell me aboot Gus. How’d you get him?”

“A colleague’s cat had kittens, she was trying to find them homes, Gus was the only one left, runt of the litter you know?” He nods, listening, interested in what you have to say. “Kept pushing and showing me pictures of the guy until I caved. When I took him home he wouldn’t stop screaming, I think he might be part siamese, they’re really vocal. So, he kept me up all night, I thought he was sick or something, I even took him to the emergency vet, turns out he’s just a dickhead.” He smiles at the insult. “A very cute one, though.” You add, it’s hard not to love him even if he wakes you up at 6 a.m. on the dot.

“Can I meet him someday?” he might if you’re lucky enough.

You might as well thank every saint, divinity, and omnipotent being for your luck tonight. He accompanies you home, only because “he’s a gentleman”, according to him. The kind of gentleman that kisses you dizzy and gets invited into your flat.

You text Farah about the events of the evening before falling asleep, it’s not kiss and tell if she’s your best friend. And in the early morning you’re both woken up by an angry Gus, whose side of the bed has been stolen by a guy that almost doesn’t fit in it. You’re cuddled on his side, one leg over his.

“Gus-Gus….” It’s a groggy mumble of displeasure, you know he only wants to be beside you, but the hour doesn’t help your mood. Still, you move away from Johnny so he can jump onto your chest for cuddles.

“He does skirl alright.” That morning voice might actually be the death of you.

“Told you. He’s an asshole.” A breathy laugh makes his bare chest move as he turns to face you.

“He’s real cute though.”

“Are you not tired?” The early morning light peeks through your window, the sun isn’t even out yet and you can’t imagine anyone that is appreciative of being woken up so early.

“Naw, no’ really. ‘M used to it.”

It feels weird, good weird, to have him in your bed like that. Barely a week since you met, and he feels so close, more like a friend than a one-night stand, more than a friends-with-benefits. He checks the time on his phone before speaking again.

“Ye want breakfast?” Your eyes are closed again, hugging Gus close to your chest, hand moving up and down his fur but not doing much to pet him. His call of your name is answered by a groan, it makes him chuckle. He scoots closer to you, you can feel his arm coming up for Gus to sniff and the cat readjusts himself so his head is closer to Johnny’s. “Hi”.

Oh but the warmth dissipating from his body is to much, that and the soft noise of Gus’ purr drives you to fall asleep again. You only half dream, a mixture of images that won’t make any sense once you’re awake again, which happens rather soon as the bed adjusts and you feel a hand run through your hair.

“Can I make tea?” His voice sounds softer than earlier, you nod, opening your eyes just a smidge to look up at him.

“Biscuits in the cupboard…”That’s as much as you can muster now. “Wake me up when it's done?”

“Course.”

He left with Gus following behind, but you can’t seem to fall asleep again. That was…rather intimate. Your stomach feels hot and your chest tighter. Shooting your eyes open you’re quick to grab your phone again, Farah replied an hour ago.

“Wooo! Good for you”

“You’re gonna have to tell me everything about it btw”

“Farah”

“How pathetic is it to have a crush on your one night stand?”

Oh you don’t like that, calling him a one night stand, feels too impersonal, rude almost.

You’re getting out of bed, into your restroom and to the kitchen.

“Good morning” He leans against the kitchen counter where your meds are,he’s looking at his phone waiting for the kettle to boil, clad in his boxers from last night, hair a mess and body soft under the morning light. Even though it’s the same body it feels so different from last night, scars, bigger and small, litter his body, it’s muscular and soft at the same time, big pecs a tad too inviting and a tattoo on his forearm. Reaching for the pills would mean standing next to him, probably brushing against—no, touching him, and that makes you nervous. Oh. You’re embarrassingly down bad.

He stayed the entire weekend, Friday through Sunday. Next week it was picnic and football. You’re convinced any major team would be jealous of your 1-person teams and 5 meter field. He’s good, but you’re full of fear as he chases you for the ball, it’s the predator-prey kinda adrenaline that makes you score.

“Yes!”

“Offside! Offside!”

“What do you mean offside? There’s no one I can pass the ball to!” In fact, there’s not even a goal. You grab the ball and go back to him, looking straight into his eyes in fake defiance.

“Talking back to the referee? That’s a red card.” He looks so handsome like this, standing tall and unmovable, even if only joking, and you let him know via a quick kiss to his lips. He’s pulling you back to his lips not even half a second after, deep and slow, giggly. “Bribin’ me, huh?” You let out a soft, happy, sigh and kiss him again.

“Wanna go home?”

You tell Farah everything over a cup of tea and a piece of cake, of course. And she laughs at you, not in a mean way at all, only friendly and amused, still you hit her arm.

And the following week it’s film night. This one’s more spontaneous than the others, it’s been a tough week at work, you want a quiet evening and some company so you ask him if he wants to come hang out, he replies saying that he’ll be there in 30.

It’s the two of you, your favourite take out, Gus-Gus sitting on the back of the sofa and Fargo on the TV. He’s not paying as much attention to the film as he is to you.

“What?” You say, turning to look at him.

“Ye’r a beauty.” You smile shyly and kick him on the leg with your foot slightly. “A’m serious. I like you a lot.” A big smile grows on your face, and it’s enough confirmation for him to know you feel the same.

Or at least he thought so. There are no plans for this weekend, not for lack of trying, that is, Soap’s been trying to text you all week, it’s a big shift from your daily texting. He misses the little life updates you send him. Tuesday, he thought you might just be busy. Wednesday he stops trying to contact you, did he do something wrong? Went too fast? Are you ghosting him? What did he do that was worth the silent treatment? Thursday, he tries calling you, multiple times. Friday all rational thoughts have left his brain, did something happen to you? Are you okay? Christ, what if you’re dead? He texts Farah, swallowing his embarrassment.

“She’s okay, I think.”

“Going through a bit of a depression episode at the moment.”

“She’s going recluse, I know she wouldn’t mind a bit of help.”

“I have a spare key to her flat if you want to come get it.”

The string of texts floats around his mind, spare key in hand in front of your front door. He’s been inside before, but he was invited in, this feels invasive, but Farah trusted him, and she knew you best. He sent you a message before showing up, the last bit of chivalry he can offer before showing up in your home, it went through, and he hoped you read it even if you didn’t reply.

He calls your name upon entering, no response. Gus comes running up to him to headbutt his legs and meow, a quick look lets him know his water bowl is clean and automatic feeder full, that’s a good sign. His voice trembles as he calls for you again.

“You know where she is?” Great, now he’s speaking to the cat, and he meows in response, great, an actual conversation with a cat. Gus takes off and squeezes himself into a room with the door ajar, your bedroom. He knocks before entering, not expecting a response. The room is dark except for the light coming from your laptop, empty and half-full glasses taking up most of the space on your desk, chair full of unfolded clothes and a doughnut of blankets on the bed.

“Go away.” The doughnut speaks. His heart breaks at the sad, much softer than usual tone of your voice.

“Love.” The pet name slips from his lips, he notices but doesn’t attempt to correct himself. He walks closer until he’s sitting next to you. “Can I help you?”

You shake your head no, or what’s visible of it. “Go away, I stink.” He chuckles.

“That’s fine, smell better than the lads in base.” It’s a pathetic attempt at humour, you still shake your head no.

“You don’t have to do anything.” You don’t sound sad or angry like he thought you might, it’s emotionless, almost like an automatic generated response.

“But I want to. Want tae tak’ care o ye” He wants to make everything better, wants to fix everything, wants you happy and energetic and smiling. It’s silly how much he cares for you after barely a month of knowing eachother, scary now that he’s admitting it out loud. He pulls down the blankets for a full view of your face, his hand goes to your hair, it’s tangled, he’s careful not to pull on it. “Am gunna run you a bath.” It’s not a question, you laugh slightly and he smiles, realising what he said. “Didny mean it like that, c’mon.”

He helps you up from the bed and into the restroom. From your seat ion the toilet, you observe the way he turns on the tap and rummages through your cabinet, trying to find something to put in the water, you assume. “The orange bar in the back.” He halts, looks for a second and comes up with it, he leaves it on the sink while he turns off the water, you grab the bar and crumble a bit of it into the tub. He looks at you and gets up, you take it as your cue to undress and get in. Johnny comes back with a change of pyjamas and underwear and leaves again. You can hear him moving around and making noise, talking to the cat in occasion, while you clean yourself, when he comes back it’s to put your dirty laundry in the hamper. You don’t know why that’s the thing that makes you break and start crying. As soon as he notices, he’s on his knees next to you, softly caressing your cheeks and moving your damp hair away from your face.

“Whit’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to do this.” Is no reply to his question. “I don’t want you to have to do this.”

“M’eudail.” He starts. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not!” You look up at him” I’m so sad all the fucking time and I don’t want you to have to deal with that, it’s not fair to you, you know? I don’t want you to have to take care of me or put up with me.”

“But what if I want to? Wanna take care of you, wanna put up with you.” You shake your head no, looking back down.

“Johnny, I’m so much. I get so clingy and stupid.”

“That’s fine by me.” There’s no deterring him. He lifts your head up by your chin to kiss your forehead, bright blue eyes staring at you.

And you realise how ridiculous this is. You’re crying in the bathtub, your friend-situationship is on his knees next to you, again, crying in the bathtub. You let out a sigh and nod.

“Okay.”

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Between the Black and Gray 3

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Ma-ren was busy.

Helena had called out so, they were down a server during the lunch rush. Ti'ka helped spread the load, so it wasn't insurmountable, but it was busier than she had been in a while. She had told Fen to stay home today just to give things another day to cool down so Ma-ren felt additional obligation to make some extra money.

A bell sounded, and an unseen hand from the kitchen slid out a plate of pancakes for that new human eating outside. Ma-ren grabbed her plate and the coffee pot and strode out.

"Here are your pancakes, sorry for the wait! Would you like another coffee?" She placed the plate in front of him and made sure he had napkins and syrup.

"I would love another cup, thanks so much." He grinned widely as she poured. "Hey, I'm sorry for staring earlier, you just look familiar."

"Oh it's all right. Maybe I just have that kind of face." Ma-ren flicked her tail and looked back towards the kitchen. "You're new here right? When did you arrive?"

He finished chewing the pancakes and swallowed. "Just came in a couple hours ago on a freighter. I'm going to see if I can find some work and earn enough for passage on to the next station."

"Oh? Where are you headed?" Ma-ren switched to Colonic smoothly. Then, she realized what she was doing, shook her head, and her ears twitched. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry. I apologize, you don't have to tell me your business."

He chuckled and waved his hand, dismissively. "I haven't had a chance to speak Colonic in years. It feels good, like dusting an old cabinet. "No, no it's fine. I guess I'm making my way to Lemilar."

"Well, good luck on your journey!"

"Thanks Ma-ren, I'll try." He looked down at his food and then back up. "Actually, Ma-ren, can you recommend a hostel around here? I need a place to stay for a week or two."

Ma-ren laughed. "Friend, there's no place like that for humans or K'laxi here."

The human looked around. "Yeah, I kind of got that impression from the welcome wagon down on the promenade."

"Oh? Did you meet Tam? How much did he shake you down for?"

"He tried for one hundred Stars, but he didn't get any."

Ma-ren blinked. "Wait, you beat up Tam?"

The human shook his head quickly. "No! I just dodged his half-assed punches until he got tired and left."

"Oh I wish I could have been there for that! Someone needs to take Tam down a peg or two. He goes after humans and K'laxi, and not just newbies on the promenade. He comes up here and causes trouble, and when security comes, they harass us." Ma-ren looks back at the kitchen. "Look, I have to get back to work, but anyone who can take on Tam and walk away deserves praise. I've got a couch, you can crash with Fen and I for a day or two while you figure things out."

He blinked. "Are you sure? That's awfully generous. You just met me, I don't even think you know my name."

"Hey, we take care of our own up here. Ancestors know nobody else will. There's no reason for you to sleep out in the common if you don't have to." She winked. "So, what's your name then, friend?"

He suck out his right hand. "I'm Gord. Pleased to meetcha."

Ma-ren leaned back. "What's the hand for?"

Gord looked at her, and then at his hand, and put it down slowly. "Don't worry about it. It's an old greeting."

Ma-ren's ears twitched again. "Well Gord, I'm on for another couple of hours and then I'll take you back to our place. I'll bring you the check for the pancakes, but I can keep the coffee going so the boss doesn't wonder why you're still here."

Gord finished his food and took out a battered pad and read while sipping three or four coffees while Ma-ren finished her shift. When she was finished, she walked out in her street clothes. "Ready Gord?"

Gord snapped the pad shut and picked up his pack. "Sure thing Ma-ren. Lead the way."

She took him to her apartment over on the other side of the floor. As they approached her building, they passed Da'reni sitting out front reading again, his gray muzzle buried in his pad. Ma-ren waved. "Hey Da'reni, I've got a boarder for a couple of days. New arrival."

Da'reni grunted and flicked his eyes up. He did a double take and stared. His ears flattened, and he looked like he was going to say something. Then, he fluffed his fur and grunted and went back to his pad. "Careful, newbie. You've got that kind of face. The one that gets security called up here."

Gord raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Ma-ren's tail flicked. "Don't worry Gord, that's just how Da'reni is. Come on, you can come up and meet Fen and get settled.

Ma-ren bounded up the stairs while Gord walked more carefully. When she got to the apartment door, she touched the locking stud and the door buzzed and opened with a loud click. "Fen hon, I'm back and I bought a friiiiiiiiend!"

There was bustling from the kitchen area. "Oh, who is it? Did you drag Helena back again?"

Ma-ren laughed. "Nah, newbie off a freighter. Get this, he managed to dodge getting beat up by Tam!"

Fen leaned around the corner, face covered in flour and a towel draped across her shoulder. "Okay, you win. Hey newbie, I'm Fen."

He waved. "Gord."

"Sit Gord, you drink tea? Too bad, I'm making some. I'll have cookies out in an hour."

Gord, Fen and Ma-ren sat around their small table, drinking tea while Gord brought Fen up to speed and telling them about dodging Tam.

"Shit Gord, I know how hard Tam can hit-" Fen rubbed her cheek "-first hand, and the fact that you dodged him is nothing short of impressive."

"Oh, it wasn't so much, but thanks all the same. He really telegraphs his moves, and I know that a Gren really only has three or four punches in them." Gord sipped his tea politely.

Gord put his cup down. "So Fen, Ma-ren how long have you been here? Sure seems like they are trying to get all the humans and k'laxi to move along."

Fen and Ma-ren shared a look and then laughed. "Oh Gord, we were born and raised here. Most of the time, the station authorities ignore us. Our parents came in on Spyglass and these days it's not going anywhere so we just... stayed."

Gord blinked. "Wait, Spyglass? The Starjumper? She's here? Where?"

Fen raised an eyebrow. "Docking bays thirty three through forty. We have a big fundraiser every year to pay the docking fees. We probably should just scrap it, but we can't bring ourselves to do it. It saved all of us."

Gord looked at them in horror. "Scrap her? No, you can't do that! Have you even asked her what she thinks of that?"

Ma-ren looked at Gord carefully. "Her? Gord, Spyglass is a ship. A creaky, old, cold, human made ship. It's probably the oldest thing on this station by a long shot. It's not alive."

Gord boggled. He shut his mouth and took a deep breath in, and then out again though his nose. He picked up his tea and Ma-ren noticed his hand was shaking. "Gord? What are you not telling us?"

At that, Gord smiled. "Quite a lot, actually. But that's neither here nor there." He sipped his tea, took another cleansing breath and seemed to collect himself. "Can we go over to Spyglass? Can we go in her?"

Fen shrugged. "I mean, it-she's cold. The reactors failed decades ago, but she's not like, guarded. We used to play there as kids."

"Will you take me there? It's important. I need to see something." For the first time since they met, Ma-ren noticed that Gord was nervous.

"S-sure Gord. We can head over." Fen looked up at the clock over the stove. "Curfew isn't for a few cycles, let's go now."

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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PRINCESS

A/N: some college!harry content for you guys! it's not the fic i talked about earlier, but i hope you'll like it either way!

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

SUMMARY: Harry has been relentless to get you to date him. At a frat party you finally have a conversation that overturns everything.

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The party at the Sigma Tau house is full on raging, Harry is sat on the old, worn down couch on the back porch, watching an intense beerpong game when one of the freshmen appear next to him.

“H? You said you wanted me to let you know when she’s here,” the boy leans down, so Harry can hear his words over the beaming music. He nods. “Well, she just arrived with her roommate.”

“Thank you, Pete,” Harry nods and dismisses the boy, who disappears right away. Harry grabs his beer and downs the rest of it before rising from the couch.

“Where you going? I thought we are up next,” Mitch calls after him when he sees Harry rounding the couch to leave.

“Something came up,” Harry nods towards the house and Mitch already knows what that means.

“Ah, more like someone,” he smirks, swinging his arm around Sarah, who is sitting right next to him.

“Give me a break, not everyone has been in a happy relationship since the first day of college,” Harry snorts before leaving his friend behind.

Your roommate, Gina hands you a drink as you’re curiously eyeing the people around you. It’s your first party since the start of the new school year, you couldn’t go to the semester opening party a few weeks ago, because you arrived back to campus a few days after everyone, dealing with some family stuff back at home.

“Cheers to the hottest bitches on campus,” Gina grins, bumping her red cup against yours.

“Who would that be?” you chuckle, taking a sip from the drink, realizing just how strong it is, the vodka is already burning your throat.

“You and me in these hot outfits, you silly!” she winks at you before downing half of her drink right away, even though you know it’s just as strong as yours.

“There’s my baby!”

A six foot two mass of muscles shows up right behind Gina, locking her in his arms from behind, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She melts into Jaxon’s embrace with a lovesick look on her face.

“Hi babe, sorry we’re a bit late. Y/N didn’t want to come.”

“Hey! I didn’t even protest this time!” you scoff, making Gina laugh.

“Okay, it’s true, but I didn’t want Jax to know we were late because I had a mental breakdown about what to wear.”

“It’s alright, baby. I know how it goes with you,” Jax chuckles, kissing the top of her head sweetly. They are disgustingly love, have been dating for almost a year now and you just know they will be together even when you graduate. You’re happy for your friend, but you already know she’ll disappear with her boyfriend and leave you alone at the party, as always.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Gina says looking at you with narrowed eyes, slightly swaying in Jaxon’s arms.

“Mm, are you a mind reader?” you hum into your cup, taking another tiny sip.

“You think I’ll disappear with Jax and abandon you.” She gazes over your shoulder, a tiny smirk tugging on her lips before looking back at you. “I will disappear, but you won’t be abandoned.”

“What are you—“

“Hey princess,” a familiar voice speaks up behind you and when you turn around you’re met with none other than Harry Styles. Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your cheeks heating up and Harry enjoys it way more than he probably should, but he just loves getting you all nervous and flustered.

“Harry, hi,” you breathe out, looking at your grinning friend. She planned it. She made a pact with Harry to keep you company while she sneaks away with her boyfriend.

On one hand it’s sweet, but on the other, she knows how you feel about Harry. She knows you have a crush on him, but you’re also trying to keep him away from you. When you met him through Jaxon last year it seemed like your crush was mutual, that Harry seemed to like you too, yet you still shut the door right into his face when he tried to shoot his shot, several times since then.

Harry is in a frat, he’s popular and could date any girl on campus. Why would he want to be with you? You’re not the kind of girl frat boys date, you only go to a handful of parties throughout the year, you’re more focused on your studies, you’re never the girl guys notice upon first sight. Gina is.

At first you thought it’s just a game for Harry, you kind of still do. He probably just wants you to be another punch on his belt, a story he can laugh about with his frat friends, but you thought he would have already given up. Yet, he is still right here, grinning down at you, when he could be hitting on any girls at the party.

“Harry volunteered to keep you company so you don’t have to third wheel us, how nice of him!” Gina sighs dreamily and you give her a hard look. “I’ll find you later, okay? Don’t leave alone,” she says before grabbing Jaxon’s hand and pulling him upstairs to lock themselves up in his room for a while. They always do this.

Sighing you turn to look at Harry, who is standing so close to you, you can smell his cologne and see every little freckle on his face. He is annoyingly handsome, even with that stupid grin on his face and you hate him for it.

“You don’t have to babysit me, I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I’m not babysitting you, just eager to spend time with you,” he corrects you. “Because I like being with you, princess.”

That damn nickname. He’s been calling you princess since day one and for a long time you didn’t know why. One time you had a particularly bad day and ran into Harry. He could sense your distress and talked you into taking a walk with him, he listened to you rage about everything that went wrong that day and he bought you an ice-cream. It was incredibly sweet of him and that day you felt like you fell for him a bit and the wall you were trying to pull up between the two of you was falling down.

You asked him why he calls you princess that day.

“Because you act like a princess, in a good way. You’re nice to everyone, always know what to say and you’re as smart as I imagine a princess to be,” he told you with a smirk as he walked you back to your dorm.

“So it’s not because you think I’m spoiled?” you chuckled.

“You? Spoiled? Y/N, I saw you yearn after the last chocolate pudding in the cafeteria only to then give it to Gina because she was on her period and wanted something sweet. A spoiled princess would have never done that,” he said and your jaw almost dropped to the floor that he noticed it and also remembered it.

“So you pass on the chance to flirt with other girls just to keep me company?” you ask, lifting your cup to your lips, taking another sip, but you frown at the strength of it.

“You don’t like your drink?” he asks, ignoring your question.

“It’s a bit too strong. Gina made it.”

“Oh, I see. Gina is one hell of a mixer,” he chuckles. “Let me make you another one.”

He doesn’t even wait for your answer, already steps to the counter to do so while carrying on with the conversation.

“So, when are we going on a date, Y/N?” he asks so shamelessly, so easily while your heart is about to burst out of your chest at his question.

“Aren’t you tired of it, Harry?” you sigh, hoping to hide your true reaction to his words. He stops and gives you a sidelook before finishing up your drink and turning to face you fully.

“Aren’t you tired of rejecting me, Y/N?” he simply asks.

Sighing you fold your arms on your chest, not sure what to do or say. He confuses you. Or more like your feelings for him and his obvious interest in you. As you stand in the kitchen you could spot at least four girls eyeing him with dreamy looks in their eyes as they watch Harry, who is only looking at you. You’re not used to anyone flirting with you this openly, showing you interest and going after you no matter what. The attention alone would be unusual to you, but receiving it from Harry is just the cherry on top.

Harry can see the gears turning in your head and he drops the humorous act as he hands you your new drink and places his hand to your upper arm.

“Why don’t we have a talk somewhere more private?” he asks and your eyes widen at the thought of being alone with him. “Just to talk, Y/N. I promise. Do you trust me?”

“I do,” you nod and actually mean it.

He moves his hand to your lower back and ushers you out of the kitchen and right to the stairs leading to the second floor where the bedrooms are. You move past some couples making out in the hallway until you reach Harry’s room. He opens the door for you and you step inside, earning the first glimpse of his private space for the very first time.

It’s cleaner than you expected, his double bed is neatly made, the messiest spot in the room is his desk that’s packed with textbooks and notes, his backpack sitting on the chair. He has a guitar in the corner and an oldschool vinyl player too on top of a sidetable, a collection of records stacked next to it.

You don’t want to pry too much, so you just awkwardly stop in the middle of the room and turn to face Harry.

“So, let’s talk, princess.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, taking a sip from your new drink. It obviously has a lot less alcohol in it, mixed with something sweet and savory.

“Why do you keep running from me?” he asks bluntly, gesturing towards his bed to invite you to sit on the edge with him.

“I’m not running from you,” you reply, but you don’t sound convincing at all.

“Yes you are, since the first time we met,” he says, but he doesn’t seem to be hurt, he even grins at you as you fumble with your cup in your hands. “It’s alright, I like a little challenge,” he adds. “But… I feel like there’s more behind it. Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“No! No, you didn’t do… you didn’t do anything,” you say, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. He has been nothing but respectful and nice towards you.

“Okay, then what is it? If you don’t like me, just say so and I’ll be out of your hair. I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

You were not ready to have a conversation like this, but he kind of cornered you. You also haven’t really had a talk like this yet and your anxiety is rising with each passing moment.

“I like you,” you admit quietly, avoiding to look at him. Harry’s smile stretches from ear to ear.

“Great, because I like you too. A lot. Now that we have discussed it, why don’t you want to date me?”

“The question should be: Why do you want to date me?” you turn it around.

“Because I like you. I thought we were already over this,” he chuckles, tilting his head slightly. Sighing you place your cup to the nearest surface before sitting back next to him, looking for the right words.

“But I’m not… I’m not really the girls you usually hang out with.”

“What do you mean? I hang out with you and Gina.”

“The girls, Harry. The girls who are downstairs right now, probably waiting for you to go down so they can shoot their shot with you.”

“Y/N, for a princess, you are very stereotypical,” he smirks. “But I’ll let it slide for you this one time,” he teases you chuckling. “I don’t hang out with those girls. Most of them just want to hook up with someone from the frat to get into our little circle. There are guys who like that, but I don’t. I’m not really into hooking up with a different person every other week. I’m more like the kind who dates the sweet girl he met through a friend, even though she makes him work for it,” he says grinning and your heart is right about to jump out of your ribcage from just the way he is looking at you.

Reaching over he gently takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, then he keeps running his thumb back and forth over your knuckles.

“I want to date. And I want to date you. So now that this is off the table too, do you have anything else you want to talk about?”

“I’m… I haven’t… I haven’t really dated anyone yet,” you admit, feeling the heat crawl up through your neck to your face. You’ve never actually said it out loud, because you feel ashamed. Second year of college and you haven’t even been on a date, it’s ridiculous, though it’s not like you chose things to turn out this way. The boys you like in high school never liked you back, you went to prom with just your group of friends and time just flew by without you ever actually being in a relationship.

Harry stares back at you for what feels like forever, his hand still holding yours between the two of you on the mattress. That little evil voice in the back of your mind is telling you that he’ll call you a loser and ask you to leave his room, but it never happens.

“Then I would love to be the first one you date,” he finally speaks up. “I promise you I’ll treat you like a princess,” he smiles warmly at you and it takes your breath away.

Chewing on your bottom lip you’re at a loss of words. What should you say? You’ve never been in a situation like this and your lack of experience is now louder than ever before.

“Don’t overthink it, Y/N. We can do this slow, just a couple dates, nothing to stress about,” he softly says as if he could read your mind.

“You don’t mind it that I would need… time?”

“We have plenty of that,” he smiles back at you. “And you are worth all the time, Y/N.”

It’s like you can finally breathe after a long time, relief washes over you and a sense of safety and trust wraps around you as you look at him. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, your skin buzzes where his lips touch you.

“Why don’t we go back down? And just so you know, I don’t expect anything from you, just want to spend time with you.”

The two of you leave his room and join the party downstairs, as if nothing really happened, Harry keeps staying close to you, but he is not trying to touch you in any way that would give away that something is happening between you and him. You stand outside by the beerpong table and watch the game, Harry standing right next to you. Looking up at him you take a moment to admire his face, his chiseled jawline, the bridge of his nose, his curly eyelashes. Your heart is pitter-pattering when you think about the fact that this guy likes and wants you.

Before you could overthink it, you slip your hand into his and lace your fingers together. Harry peeks down at you, a hint of surprise playing in his green irises, but he squeezes your hand and gifts you with a tiny, barely noticeable smile before turning back to the game.

Jaxon is the designated driver that night and when Gina decides it’s time to return to the dorm sometime around two am, Harry walks you to the car and his words ring in your ears that he doesn’t expect anything from you.

But you actually want to show him, that you want him and that you’re thankful for his patience with you.

So when you reach the car and you turn to face him, you act before you could stop yourself. Pushing closer to him you tiptoe and press your lips against him. Once again, you catch him by surprise, but after a moment he recovers and curls an arm around your waist, pulling you closer while his other hand cups your face, taking control over the kiss.

It’s not too passionate, he is definitely holding back, but it still curls your toes as his lips move against yours. He pulls back even though you both crave more, but he wants to keep his word and move slow to give you time to adjust.

“First date. Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at five,” he says before pecking your lips shortly.

“Okay,” you nod out of breath.

He stands by the curb as Jaxon drives away and you watch him in the mirror until he disappears from your view. You’re smiling like an idiot and just moments later you get a text message. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you can’t help but smile dreamily seeing the message.

HARRY: Can’t wait to treat you like a princess. See you tomorrow! xx

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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Unexpected

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: request here

Warnings: angst, mentions of Depression

Pairing: Vada Cavell X Fem!Reader

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It had been a three months ever since the shooting, and you were slowly getting more comfortable in school again. It was hard, getting back pretending that you were alright, and slowly but surely, you were managing. Sure, it would have been easier if you had someone who went through the same shit by your side, so you could “help” each other go through the pain, but the only help you ever received was one from a psychologist who knew nothing about how it felt, because she never was in a school shooting. You had friends in school and sure they went through it too, but they were soon over everything, they recovered quickly, so the only Friend written with capital F you had was Vada. You had met her during the first year of high school and you immediately clicked together, your feelings eventually turning into something more, but you never found the guts to tell her.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Vada said, catching up to you as you were speed-walking to your next class. “It’s been ages since we last spent an evening together! Do you want to come have lunch at my place and maybe we can watch a movie next?” She asked, walking this fast had always been hard for her, that’s why she tripped on her own shoelaces. “I can’t, I have to study. History test, remember?” You said, not even giving her a look of acknowledgment as you walked faster, making her stop dead in her tracks as she sighed and walked to her own class. She felt like you didn’t want to be her friend anymore, she felt as if you were ignoring her… no, you were indeed avoiding and ignoring her, and it made her upset, did she do anything to you that made you upset? She’s done nothing but wanting to stay at your side… or maybe not.

“You don’t get it mom! She’s acting so weird, she keeps avoiding me without an apparent reason!” Vada blurted out while sitting on the kitchen counter, legs crossed as she ate some peanuts, venting to her like she always did after the shooting. “Are you sure that there’s no apparent reason like you say?” Her mother asked, she was cleaning the dishes after having lunch. “Yes I’m sure! These past two weeks I’ve been always texting her and asking her to spend time together but she always dismisses me or gives me cold replies-“ her mother was quick to interrupt her. “You’ve given yourself an answer already, Vada. You said “the last two weeks” but ever since the shooting she has been worried sick about you. She texted you every day, you have no idea how many times she came here looking for you and you were never home, every time I had to tell her you were with Mia” Vada looked down. And when you weren’t home, she’d constantly facetime you on your laptop, it would ring nonstop for two hour hours straight, until one day I gave in and replied”

Two months earlier…

You were panicking like your usual in the afternoon when you were home alone, you kept on thinking about the shooting, how you could die and almost did, and how you just needed someone to hug you and tell you it was going to be alright, so you were trying to facetime Vada for two hours straight now, not getting a reply until you did, but it wasn’t Vada, it was her mother. You quickly wiped your tears and sniffled “Miss Cavell, hi..” you said, trying not to let her hear the evident shake in your voice. “I’m taking it that Vada is at Mia’s place?” Vada’s mother looked at you with a sad look in her eyes and nodded. “I figured… I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I’ll hang up now, will you please tell her I called?” You asked, the woman was about to say yes, but then she figured that if you’d called Vada, it meant that you needed someone to talk to. “Yes I will. But now why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you? I can only tell that it’s about the shooting so please, just go ahead and tell me everything. I know it’s something hard to deal with.” And you did, that time you just told her everything. You cried and vented, letting her give you the comfort you desperately needed from your best friend.

“I could only tell what she felt but She was desperate Vada. She was broken, Depressed, scared, traumatized. She needed her best friend’s help, she needed you yet you were nowhere to be seen. I’m not quite sure what she felt but I can tell for sure that she felt and feels replaced. One day you were best friends with her and the next you replace her with some girl you just met, how would you have felt?” Vada kept on looking down. Her mother was right after all, but she was too busy being with Mia to even notice that her friend was slowly slipping away from her. “She stopped coming here, she stopped calling. She gave up, because she knew that if she’d ask for you, you’d never be there for her and now she’s upset because of this and she has every right to be, Vada. And you have no rights to be upset because she’s ignoring this when clearly you started this first. I’m telling you this stuff because clearly you didn’t realize this until now and for your own good I’m telling you to whatever’s in your power to fix this friendship. (Y/N)’s the most genuine person I ever met, and she’s the best friend you could ever ask for so don’t waste this.”

It was obvious to her mother’s eyes that the two girls felt something stronger than just a friendship for each other. However she always promised her daughter not to interfere in her love life so she left this detail out of the conversation, but the least she could do was give her daughter tips on how not to lose you. All that she said was true. She did ignore you, but she never meant to ignore you for too long, she hadn’t even realized that it had been three months after the shooting. She had lost perception of time. “Can I go to her place?” Vada simply asked her mother, who nodded and gave a small sad smile. Vada was soon out of her home and running to your house. She knew your parents would be working and you would be at home alone.

“(Y/N)?” She called for you as she rang the bell. “It’s me, Vada, can we talk? Please?” The girl asked as she took a peak in your house from the window, until she saw you come open the door and she smiled goofily. You didn’t reciprocate it, but you looked at her when you opened the door. “Hi” she said and kept on smiling but her smile soon dropped when she saw your face “just come in” you told her, and when you were two in your living room you started talking. “what do you want Vada?” You asked her. Of course you were upset with her. “Nothing I-I’m worried about you… I haven’t seen you around, I haven’t seen you at football practice.. are you okay?” She asked, you were trying so hard not to snarl at her “but I don’t want you to be worried at me Vada. Because recently you’ve showed me that you don’t care” you said and looked at her with a sad smirk.

“But I do care-“ “no you don’t Vada! That’s the fucking problem, you say you care, you’re convinced you do but you don’t! After the shooting you completely shut me off, you ignored me, my messages, my calls even though your mother always told you that I’d step by or call you, yet not once did you bother even ask me how I was doing, how do you think I felt, Vada? How would you feel if the girl you love started ignoring you suddenly and started spending time with a stranger? Huh? I was always, ALWAYS trying to check on you and what did I get in return? Nothing, I got nothing” you said, tears started forming in your eyes. “While you were safely hiding in the bathroom with your new best friend I was face to face with Matt Corgan. Yeah, the shooter. Remember him? I used to tutor him. This is the only reason why he spared me” you said and your started breathing heavily, some tears leaving your eyes.

“(Y/N)…” she knew you were going into full panic attack and she didn’t want you to. However you ignored her. “I saw life flash before my eyes. He pointed the gun to my head and he threatened me to kill me if I ran and called the police and for almost two months I tried talking to you, I needed you, I needed my best friend yet you were nowhere to be seen and I felt alone, Vada… I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life and it was your fault! You can’t just fucking push away the people that care about you” you said and turned around, you weren’t facing her anymore. Hands in your hair as your breath quickened “FUCK!” You yelled and started kicking the whatever you could find in the living room. “Dude, calm down-“ she tried, but you weren’t listening to her.

At some point Vada ran over to you, not caring if she got hurt as she tried hugging you from behind “no, no no- let me go!” You sobbed out, yet she wasn’t having any of it. She tried to calm you down with you squirming around, not wanting her to hug you as you tried to get away from her soft but firm grip. Eventually she managed to move you against the sofa, making you lay down on it as she straddled you to keep you still, hands holding your wrists. “(Y/N), calm down please!” She said but you weren’t having any of it. Vada didn’t know what to try to calm you down… until she did. She leaned down and kissed you, until she felt you relax your body and let out a shaky sigh, but you kissed her back. God you had been waiting for this moment forever, yet you never expected it to actually happen, you never expected her to reciprocate your feelings.

At some point Vada pulled back slightly, foreheads touching as she looked at you, her look being a soft one. You looked at her with tears in your eyes, they had stopped flowing out. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven” you whispered. She giggled and then kissed you again.

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astralnino · 9 months

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Rivals to Lovers - Ken X Reader [PT 2]

Hey loves! This is part 2 of 'Rivals to Lovers', so check out Part 1 if you haven't already! || Part 1 💗

tw: kissing, mild angst, steamyy scenes and mentions of alcohol

1.8k Words, enjoy! ~~~

As tears streamed down your cheeks, you felt a mixture of heartbreak, anger, and confusion. You couldn't believe what you were witnessing. Kenneth.. was kissing the Stereotypical Barbie. It felt like a punch to your heart, and you struggled to process the rush of emotions overwhelming you.

Ken, who had dragged you to the party, watched your reaction closely, his eyes no longer filled with rage but rather concern. He seemed to have a change of heart, realizing how much pain his actions had caused you.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ken asked softly, his voice void of the aggression you had witnessed before. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I thought you were with him."

You tried to compose yourself, wiping away tears and took a deep breath before responding. "We're just friends, not a couple. But I didn't expect to see that... we used to talk and flirt quite a lot, but I guess I got the wrong impression..," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ken seemed to struggle with his emotions, and you saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry for pushing you earlier and causing a scene. I was just... upset," his voice quivered, his guard lowering.

As you two talked, you realized that Ken wasn't the aggressive jerk you initially thought him to be. He had his own vulnerabilities and struggles, just like everyone else. You began to see a different side to him, someone who was hurt and lost, trying to find his place in Barbieland.

You looked at him with a look of understanding. He paused for a moment before meeting your gaze. "Now... would you like to get a drink with me?" he asked in a low voice. "Yeah, I could really use one right now.." You both get up, he puts on his jacket while you put on a beige coat with pink accents, and walk towards a nearby club.

It was mostly empty since almost everyone was at Kenneth's party. It was YOUR welcome party... but you weren't there. You pondered on that thought while Ken ordered a Scotch on the rocks for the both of you. You look for seats and decide to sit in the booth seats in the corner of the club, which was right up against the wall. You take a sit in the inner seat while Ken sits opposite to you.

As you wait for the drinks, there is a weird air of awkwardness between the two of you. You open your mouth, deciding to break the silence but as you look up to say something, you see that he was going to do the same. That made you giggle, and a small smile crept up on his lips.

Feeling a mix of emotions, you decided to give him a chance to explain his feelings further. Collecting your thoughts, you finally ask him, "Why were you so upset? What's going on with you and Barbie..and Kenneth?" You asked, genuinely curious. Ken sighed, looking down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Barbie and I... we used to be really close, just like you and Kenneth. But then things changed, and she started spending more time with him. It felt like I was being replaced, and it hurt" he confessed, his voice choking up.

You could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke. "I'm sorry you had to go through that", You said softly, leaning closer, across the table.

"It's just that every time I tried to express my feelings for her, she seemed to ignore me or dismiss it like it was nothing," Ken continued, frustration evident in his voice. "I felt like I was walking on eggshells around her, trying not to upset her and losing myself in the process."

Your heart ached for Ken, understanding the pain of unrequited love. "It must have been really tough for you, keeping your feelings hidden like that," you said sympathetically.

"It was," he admitted. "I cared about her so much, and it seemed like no matter what I did, I couldn't get her attention. It was like I didn't matter to her as much as she did to me. She seemed happier with Kenneth, but I couldn't wrap my head around that. He is better than me in every possible way you could imagine.. Barbie... she deserves a lot better. She's everything, and well.. I'm just Ken."

You gently squeezed his hand, letting him know you were there for him. The sudden physical contact startled Ken, but he got used to it real quick. You decide to change the topic and elaborate on your move here, your likes and dislikes and found out that you had a lot in common with the cute beach boy. You both loved horses and the beach, watching the stars at night, and staying up late to watch cute animal videos on DollTube. You laugh and chuckle together, and when the drinks come, it all goes uphill from there.

You discuss movies, your favourite racecars and everything under the sun. Ken makes a lot of silly jokes, and you laugh merrily, your cheeks rosy and your eyes filled with happiness. While you're giggling at one of his corny jokes, the lights go off and on, flickering. Ken rubs his tired eyes, and when they focus again, all he sees is... you. His mouth slowly gapes open. You were not cute, you weren't pretty.. you were truly beautiful. Every little detail on you- Your dimples, your cheeky smile, your slender nose and your gleaming skin.. all under the lights made you look out of this world.

He realizes the fact that he hasn't felt like this since Barbie. He realizes the fact that... He loves you.

You notice Ken blanking out, and you drunkenly lean over the table to get his attention, but you lean a bit too much and fall towards Ken. With his quick reflexes, he catches your before you hit your face on the table. He effortlessly lifts you above the table, and seat your next to him.

You enjoyed being in his arms.. His toned, muscular arms. As you recover from the sudden movement, he takes your petite, soft hands in his long, slender ones, and looks you in the eyes. You swallow the lump in your throat, and he whispers in a husky voice, "damn y/n. you have such pretty e/c eyes.. I'd kiss you right now if you didn't hate me so much,"

On hearing this, you felt a tingle down your spine. It was so quick... it must be the alcohol talking right? Maintaining eye contact, you take a deep breath, and Ken gets to register what he actually said. Before he could open his mouth to say something, you crash your lips onto his. He freezes seeing the sudden action,but he warms up to you. He places his hands on your waist, while you let it run through his blonde hair.

It felt surreal- just a few minutes ago, you were crying about the man you thought you loved for as long as you could remember, but Ken... he had something else to him, and that something drove you insane and made you long for more.

As the seconds go by, the kiss keeps deepening. His tongue creeps up in your mouth and swirl around, making you feel giddy. You feel your stomach growing warmer and warmer, and you inch closer to him, as he does to you, but you're running out of breath. As you pull away suddenly, a thin trail of saliva connects your lower lip with his. He follows the thread and nibbles on your pink, puffy lip.. and you let out a small gasp. He takes it as a sign and goes in again

Oh, how he enjoyed it all- the warmth of your lips, your cute gasps and moans, your serene, sparkling eyes, and your adorable, face. He pushes you against the wall, checking for your consent again, and you nod slightly, and he leans into you, and you make out again. The butterflies in your stomach keeps you on your toes, and in a swift move, you push him against the chair, getting on his lap. He lets out a small grunt. You chuckle and smirk, before kissing him again. Although this time, it was slow and gentle. You both were taking in every aspect each other, reflecting on your time together. It was as if the world stopped moving, and it was just you two. Together.

He slowly lets go of your head, and you let out a long sigh. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, and he hugs you, holding you tight. You take in his sweet scent, and he plays with your luscious (h/c) hair, twirling it around his finger and humming a sweet melody.

He's the one to break the silence this time. "So.. I know this seems on a whim, but you're perfect, y/n. I mean it, everything about you. You are the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful doll person I've ever met.. It has not even been one day, but I feel this strong connection to you. You've made me happy, angry and flustered, all in a few moments, and now I want to see what and all we can feel, together.." he pauses for a second, and continues, "I guess what I'm trying to say is that.. I love you y/n... I love you so very very much and I'd be so happy to call you mine, but it's okay if you don't-"

You slowly lift your head from his shoulder, rubbing your eyes and letting out a small yawn. Cute, thought Ken. "It's okay if I don't what? you reply sleepily, in a small raspy voice. It then hits Ken.. you were asleep. He's flustered now, turning about 15 shades of red. "N-nothing- I was gonna say it's okay if, uh, you don't want to- have dinner with me..?", he hurriedly makes up something on the spot, feeling a little stupid.

You look him dead in the eyes, blank and expressionless.. Ken awkwardly smiles, his palms slowly shaking, and you burst out laughing. "Yes Ken! I'd love to be yours!" you exclaim happily, putting your arms around his neck, kissing him before pulling him into a close embrace. He lets out a sigh of relief, and holds you so tight, close to his chest. You were his responsibility, his light and his life from now.

As the bar starts to close, you walk out with Ken, hand in hand. You walk on a bustling road, filled with Barbies returning from the party, all looking at you and Ken. You stop walking, and that confuses him. You stand on your tippy toes, arms on his shoulders. You look straight into his eyes, move closer and then whisper..

"I love you too."

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a/n: OMG GUYS, THANKS A LOT FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE PREVIOUS PART~! Y'all are truly amazing, your motivation has kept me going! I really hope you liked this conclusion, I tried my very best in making this fun to read! Thanks for your patience and support, loves! Likes, Reblogs and Feedback is appreciatedd 💗 Stay Pink y'all~

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d4liastar · 11 months

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hear me out- dilf james.

y/n goes back to her boy bestfriends house who has a crush on her and tries to move to her but she doesn’t like him back. so while her boy bsf is sleeping his dad (james) finds y/n in the kitchen and you and make up the rest (pls be smut xo)

I love thissss I'm so sorry for the late reply!! I wrote the boy best friend as Harry, just because it was easier :)

Bfd!James Potter X Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Age gap, Power imbalance,

Y/n had always loved the smell of summer. Harry argued that it didn't have a smell, "It's not like rain, it's just a season." But she thought differently.

She pulled a light green sundress from the back of her closet over her head as Harry argued the point relentlessly from her bed.

"I just don't understand. And I mean, I get it, not that big of a deal. It doesn't have a smell though." He huffed when she smiled at him lightly replying with a quick, "you're wrong." winking playfully at the boy when he flushed. He shook his head as he rose from the bed, a sturdy hand brushing over her waist, "I like this dress, the color suits you."

The sun shone dimly over the hill when they finally made it to the Potter residence. She'd always refused to floo because of the unsettling knot that formed in her stomach, so every Friday Harry would drive over to her home in a muggle car and drive her back. Y/n always said they could stay at her house, but Harry had never wanted to.

She sat at the island while he cooked, her arm draped over the marble island. The kitchen was spacious, Mr. Potter had always liked extravagance according to Harry. There were dried fruits hanging from the ceiling, and the fridge was always somehow filled with all her favorites. Mr. Potter had come in five minutes earlier, his hazel eyes flicking over her figure in a way that had her pressing her thighs together. He'd smiled and said his hellos before wandering off to his study.

Y/n had always felt horrible for the attraction she held for her best friend's father, but as much as she tried to rid herself of it the undeniable appeal of his father had never seemed to go.

Harry sat a full plate in front of her as he settled close beside her, his arm draping around her midriff to pull her close chair even closer. His hair had been tussled and the apples of his cheek were pink as he leaned in close to her. His face was pressed against hers in an instant, his lips moving across hers sloppily.

Y/n pulled away quickly, her hands finding his shoulders to keep him at a safe distance.

"Oh shit, Y/n I am so sorry. Shit, I read that wrong, I'm so so sorry!" His words were rushed and he looked as panicked as she felt but she reassured him softly, telling him to go shower while she finished eating.

He seemed relieved for the escape as he left. She couldn't force herself to eat after, her head was filled with worry.

Maybe it was the fact that James Potter came in at the wrong time, or possibly it was just the fact that she was so utterly tempted by. But after Harry fell asleep that night you slipped down into the kitchen, sitting at the island and trying to think.

It was when his father came home, he'd sauntered into the room the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up his eyes lit at the sight of you, "Hey doll." He greeted as he opened the fridge to pull out the milk. He opened the top and raised it over his mouth, looking over at you when you crinkled your nose in disgust, "What's up?" He asked sarcastically, he had this laugh that sounded like something incredibly funny had happened and it made you bloom.

"Uh, nothing. Your house, your milk." You shook your head dismissively and he shook his right back, setting the milk down and coming closer. He ducked his head down so his nose became close to yours, "Nuh-uh, tell me, doll, what is it?" He fingers came up to clasp your chin lightly and you could feel your legs get closer.

"It's nothing, just y'know there are glasses...?" You replied hesitantly and before you could stop yourself you were leaning in to admire his speckled eyes, "Has anyone told you how pretty your eyes are."

When he smiled you saw it in his eyes, "Why thank you. Has anyone told you that you're very pretty?" His arms shifted to hold your face when you went to look away, closing the gap in between the two of you.

"My pretty girl." He admired as he thrusted into you. He held you on the counter and pinched your thigh when your moans got a bit loud.

"C'mon doll, gotta be quiet. Can't have Harry hearin' ya." His finger found their way to your bundle of nerves, making it more difficult for you to stay quiet. His other hand sat comfortingly on your throat, his lips meshing with yours perfectly.

"J-james, I'm... I think I'm peeing!" you whisper terrified, trying to push the larger form away from you. His fingers brush over your temple sweetly as he smiles almost teasingly, "Oh, sweet girl, no, you're cumming. Cum for me, my pretty girl." The band in you snaps making your body go limp, his hands find their way to support you.

"Good girl." He breathes out as he continues to find his release.

#marauders #marauders x reader #hogwarts #james potter #harry potter #writing #nnawrites #james potter x you #james potter smut #james potter x reader #smut #fem reader #request

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suddenlybambi · 11 months

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as long as you stay here [5] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.6k

chapter 5

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a/n - hnngghhh i wasn't going to post a chapter every day because i wanted to have a backlog of chapters just in case but i love seeing y'all react to alaysh and i have 0 self control so... chapter 5 baybeee

Y/N was halfway through her 8-hour shift by the time she managed to stop for a break to check her phone again without Jay spotting her and dragging her back out to the front of the diner. Anxiety had been eating her up, wondering if Kyle had messaged her back and how he had reacted to it. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or more nervous when she saw that she had a notification from him. Trying not to overthink it more than she already had been, which was nearly impossible as she had greatly overthought it, she opened the message.

kyle 📗 : Hey! No worries!

kyle 📗 : I completely get it. I still grab Stan’s hand to cross the road because I used to do that for my little brother 😅

Just like that, all of Y/N’s nerves that had been building up for 4 hours dissipated in an instant. Kyle didn’t think she was a complete weirdo. Or, at least, he didn’t openly say it to her, which was good enough. Most people thought of her as a little weird anyway.

y/n 💕 : thank god 😭

y/n 💕 : Wendy does that to me, but she’s an only child so she has no excuse!

y/n 💕 : really sorry for the late response, work has been chaos - I can’t wait to get out of here

Y/N didn’t expect Kyle to respond instantly, but she was happy he did, as it gave her something to do on her 5-minute break besides scroll Twitter until she got annoyed at some piss-poor take and close it again, only to open it a second later and repeat the process.

kyle 📗 : What time do you finish?

y/n 💕 : not until 10pm so I have another 4 hours

kyle 📗 : Is Bebe going to pick you up?

y/n 💕 : nah, I usually walk it - its only 20 minutes

y/n 💕 : or I get an Uber if its raining but I try not to do that too often as they can get pricey at that time

kyle 📗 : I don’t want to sound rude, but isn’t that area known for being a bit dangerous at night?

y/n 💕 : I guess it’s not great, but it could be worse?

y/n 💕 : only two homicides in the past year!

y/n 💕 : I have my pepper spray and a mean high-kick!

kyle 📗 : I’ll come and get you at 10pm to take you home.

kyle 📗 : to your house that is

kyle 📗 : not mine

kyle 📗 : sorry that came out wrong

kyle 📗 : You can come back to mine if you want, but I figured you’d rather go back to yours.

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from giggling at her phone as Kyle’s texts came through in the space of seconds. He texted so formally until he was panicking, and then the punctuation and capitalised letters were dropped.

y/n 💕 : that would be great, thank you, but I don’t want you staying up late on account of me

y/n 💕 : gotten this far without being the third homicide 😅

kyle 📗 : My first lecture isn’t until 11am tomorrow, so I don’t need to be up early.

kyle 📗 : I don’t usually get to sleep until late anyway.

y/n 💕 : I have to get back to serving customers before my boss catches me

y/n 💕 : thank you so much, I really owe you one! I’ll see you later

The rest of Y/N’s shift seemed to pass by a lot faster than the first half, aside from one incident with a very disgruntled man who had to eventually be kicked out by Doris.

“I’ll finish cleaning that, hun,” Doris grabbed the cloth from Y/N’s hands and pointed over at the window. “Your boyfriend is outside waiting for you. Has been for five minutes.” Y/N’s head perked up as she saw Kyle’s car.

“He’s not my-” She started to protest, but Doris waved her hands dismissively.

“Yeah, yeah!” She scoffed, gently pushing Y/N towards the breakroom so she could grab her bag. “Jay packed up two lots of food for you earlier. Don’t forget to grab it on your way out.”

“How did you know he’d be picking me up?” Y/N asked once she had grabbed her bag and the two take-out boxes full of fries.

“You’ve had that dopey smile on your face all evening,” Doris shook her head as though it were perfectly obvious. “Don’t keep him waiting then.” She quite literally pushed Y/N out of the door, locking it behind her so she couldn’t get back in and complain about it. With a roll of her eyes, she made her way over to where Kyle was leaning against his car, looking at his phone.

“Hey, stranger,” She laughed, catching his attention. He looked up and smiled as he saw her. The flickering light that barely illuminated the car park caused his red hair to almost glow. “Long time no see!”

“You’ve changed so much, I almost didn’t recognise you!” Kyle played along with the joke, opening the door for Y/N. She was warmed by the polite action.

“Ah, yes,” She chuckled once he’d gotten into the driver’s seat. “That would be the grease, sweat, and humidity causing my hair to defy gravity.”

“Ha! Mine doesn’t need any of that!” Kyle gestured at his curly red hair, running a hand through it to make it stick up. Y/N watched as it stuck in the same position when he moved his hand away. “What have you got?” He nodded over at the two boxes of take-out in her hands while trying to smooth his hair back into a presentable shape.

“What have we got?” She corrected, passing him one of the boxes. “Probably just fries. Nowhere near as good as the ones from the place Kenny works, but they hit the spot after being on your feet for 8 hours,” She opened her box to confirm that, yes, it was just full of fries. “You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want them. Doris insisted on me bringing them for you.”

“And here I was thinking you had done it out of the kindness of your heart,” Kyle teased, his smile betraying his seriousness. “I’m actually starving. I forgot to stop to eat after taking Stan and Wendy home. I just shut myself in my room all evening so they couldn’t complain to me about how hungover they were and ask me to do things for them.”

“Cheers!” Y/N held up one of the fries, Kyle did the same, and they tapped them together, eating them in unison.

“Oh… wow…” He looked down at the box of fries, eating a couple more. “These are…”

“Terrible, right?” She laughed, eating her own at an alarming rate.

“Yeah… Why can’t I stop eating them?”

“Because they are the best worst fries you’ll ever have!”

“So, how was work?” Kyle asked.

“It was pretty average,” Y/N shrugged. “Except for this one asshole of a customer.”

“What happened?”

“Okay, so,” She shuffled to get herself comfortable before she started giving the rundown of the situation. “I asked him what he wanted, and he said ‘egg’. That’s it, nothing else, just ‘egg’. So I was like, cool, sure, how do you want your egg? And he said ‘normal’.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Exactly! So obviously, I asked him what he meant by that, and he said ‘normal egg’ again, and I was trying to explain to him that just repeating the words wouldn’t make me understand them, but he kept on insisting that he just wanted ‘normal egg with absolutely nothing else’.”

“So what did you do?”

“I went to the kitchen and got an uncooked egg and just placed it in front of him.”

“How did he react?”

“He lost it! Doris wanted to kick him out there and then, but I couldn’t let him leave without knowing what the fuck ‘normal egg’ was to him. I was asking him to describe it, and he just kept on repeating that he wanted ‘normal egg’ until, eventually, he pointed at another guy’s plate and said that, obviously, that’s what he meant. Guess what he wanted.”

“Oh no… what did he want?”

“An omelette! You know, that thing where the egg is just one part of it, and you add a bunch of other shit to it? And he looked at me like I was stupid because I didn’t understand that a ‘normal egg with absolutely nothing else’ clearly meant that he wanted an omelette with ham, chicken, cheese, and pepper!”

“Did he get his omelette in the end?” Kyle was laughing as the story went on, seeming to be genuinely interested in it. It made a nice change from when Bebe would pretend to listen to Y/N’s work stories so she could have a turn talking about what she did in her day.

“Made him wait 20 minutes thinking he’ll get his stupid ‘normal egg’ until Doris kicked him out,” Y/N snorted at the memory of how furious the man looked, announcing he would be leaving a terrible review of the place. “I’m just glad he didn’t wait to jump me outside after my shift.”

“Has that ever happened?” Kyle’s smile dropped in a split second, suddenly incredibly concerned. “Has someone tried to attack you after work?”

“Once!” She admitted. “But it was just some scrawny drunk asshole who could barely stand, let alone throw a punch. He fell over after one swing, and I kicked him in the balls for good measure.”

“Send me your work schedule,” He requested, tapping his phone, which had been resting on the dashboard.

“Why?” Y/N laughed softly. “What are you going to do? Are you gonna escort me to and from work each shift to make sure I stay out of trouble?”

“Yes,” She had been joking, but Kyle seemed very serious.

“It’s not a big deal, really,” She sighed. “I’ve been working this job since I moved here. Incidents like that are few and far between.”

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just ask Bebe and Wendy for it,” He shrugged. “You shouldn’t have to risk being jumped by a pissed-off customer while walking home late at night.” Y/N could sense that she wasn’t going to win this fight.

“Yes, sir,” She sighed dramatically, not noticing how red Kyle’s face turned at the title. She patted his thigh. “Come on, are you gonna take me home, or were you planning on sitting in your car together all night?”

Sitting in her lecture with nothing but pure fury in her eyes, Y/N pulled her phone out and opened up her messages.

y/n 💕 : did you forget that I sit behind you?

y/n 💕 : those chips have a label with my name on it

y/n 💕 : this is an english class and you can’t even read

y/n 💕 : explain yourself

clyde 🕹 : i thought the label was a joke lol 😅

y/n 💕 : you’re the fucking joke here

clyde 🕹 : i’ll buy you some more chill out 🙄

y/n 💕 : this is strike two

clyde 🕹 : what?

clyde 🕹 : what was strike 1?

y/n 💕 : walking around the apartment naked

y/n 💕 : which you have done four times so you’re lucky I’m only counting it as one

clyde 🕹 : do you want the chips back?

y/n 💕 : after your grubby hands have been in the packet rubbing against them?

y/n 💕 : hard pass dude

Clyde turned his head to look at Y/N as she sat behind him in the lecture. She flipped him the middle finger, and he rolled his eyes. Over the two and a half weeks that Clyde had been living in the apartment, the two had developed a relationship akin to siblings, where they would bicker one second, and then it was like everything was fine, and they had never argued the next. Y/N had even surprised herself by willingly spending time with him on multiple occasions when she didn’t have to.

“Are we getting food after this?” Y/N bent down to ask him as their lecture finished and the other students started to pack up.

“You won’t take the chips because my hands have touched them, but you still expect me to drive you around?” Clyde scoffed at her, leaning back in his seat so his head rested against the back of the desk Y/N had been working on. “Don’t you have a shift at the diner?”

“Shitttt,” She groaned, closing her eyes in disappointment. “Can you drop me off at home, please? I don’t have my uniform.”

“Sorry, babe, I’ve got plans with Craig, Tweek, and Tolkien,” He shrugged, giving her a half-hearted empathetic smile. Y/N had gotten to know the other people from South Park during Clyde’s stay at the apartment. She got along with them decently well, but no one compared to how close she had become with Kyle. They studied together almost every day, and he had insisted on following through with his plans to take her to and from work on days when she didn’t have any other transport so she wouldn’t have to walk it.

“Gross, never call me babe again.”

“But Bebe calls you babe?”

“I like Bebe.”

“Wow, I’m definitely not giving you a ride now.”

“You weren’t going to anyway, dickwad!” Y/N was distracted when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Clyde took this as an opportunity to escape while she wasn’t looking, but she threw up another middle finger as she caught him slinking away from the corner of her eye.

kyle 📗 : Do you need a ride today?

y/n 💕 : your timing is perfect as always! 🥰

y/n 💕 : yes please! I completely forgot I had work today so I need to grab my uniform from home if thats okay with you?

kyle 📗 : Of course 😊

kyle 📗 : Be there in two minutes, I’m just around the corner.

True to his word, Kyle was there within two minutes, almost exactly on the dot. Y/N felt guilty about how much he had been driving her around in the two and a half weeks that they had known one another, but he was always the one to offer.

“Before I forget, your apron is in the trunk,” Kyle gestured behind him while Y/N climbed into the passenger’s seat. “You left it in here the other day. I managed to get that one stain out.”

“You cleaned it for me?” She grinned at him, securing her seatbelt. “That stain has been there for a month. How did you get it out?” The stain had come from a customer knocking a bottle of ketchup over and accidentally dropping their bag on it; it splattered everywhere. Jay had to get it off the ceiling. She didn’t know what was in the ketchup, but it looked like watered-down blood splattered on her apron after scrubbing it for an hour straight.

“My mom used to make me help with the washing whenever I was in trouble,” He chuckled a little uncomfortably. “I was in trouble a lot, so I got really good at it.”

“Wow! What a little rebel! Who knew?” She teased, drumming her fingers against the dashboard as Kyle started driving.

“Yeah, well, the guys would always drag me into their schemes. Someone had to be the voice of reason.”

“You’ll have to teach me your cleaning secrets. I have some shirts with some pesky stains that I haven’t been able to get out with anything.”

“Bring them to me, and I’ll sort them,” Kyle smiled as he caught a glimpse of Y/N’s grin out of the corner of his eye. It had been so easy to grow attached to her. He couldn’t remember what he did all day without her.

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kimetsu-chan · 4 months

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Hey Kimmie! I don’t know if this counts as an emergency request, and if it doesn’t, that’s perfectly fine, but today I’ve just been feeling really, really, really sad. And also insecure… I keep thinking that my friends are ignoring me (not my friends on tumblr), that I don’t fit in well with the people I know, and that they think low of me because I’m younger than them and haven’t known them as long as others have. I’m just so sad right now, I honestly feel like I might cry right now…

So may I request Giyuu comforting Yuki when she’s feeling down. Perhaps similar circumstances to what I’m facing? Thank you very much, and I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you…

~Outcast~

A/N: you are not bothering me at all ♥️ I’m so sorry I didn’t see this earlier, I was away from my phone. I’m so terribly sorry that it seems like you’re friends are ignoring you :( my inbox and messages are always open if you need someone to listen to you <3 I hope that this helps you feel better. I hope that you wont think these things for forever. And I hope you can realize how important you are to me and everyone here on tumblr. ♥️

Yuki hadn’t come to see Giyuu like she promised she would. They promised to train together today and Yuki was supposed to be here an hour ago. Giyuu had decided that he wouldn’t be waiting any longer and set off for her mansion.

Upon arrival, Giyuu knocked on her door and one of her kakushi opened up.

“May I help you Tomioka-Sama?”

Giyuu stared at the kakushi.

“Where is Yuki.”

The kakushi opened the door all the way and let him step inside.

“I will lead you to her.”

The kakushi was true to his words and lead Giyuu to Yuki’s room. Soft cries could be heard through the door and Giyuu motioned that the kakushi could be dismissed. He waited for the kakushi to be long gone before knocking. The crying stopped immediately as shuffling was heard. Yuki’s shaky voice carried through the door and into Giyuu’s ears.

“C-Come in—!”

Giyuu slid the door open and stared at Yuki who was obviously trying to hide something.

“Giyuu…! What’s the probl—“

“You were late.”

Yuki’s face fell as she thought he was going to berate her… just like everyone else…

“You’re never late.”

“I know, I’m so—“

“What’s wrong.”

“H-Huh?”

Giyuu moved closer and crouched in front of her seat on her bed. He looked up at her with an expression laced with worry. He took her hands in his own and as he spoke, his voice was filled with genuine concern.

“Yuki…. I know something’s wrong… please tell me”

The tears she had so desperately tried to hide welled up in her eyes once more. She let out a few choked sobs before answering.

“I just—! I just feel like… I’m an outcast…. That no one likes me, and that all my friends are just….. pretending…”

Giyuu’s face contorted into an emotion that no one would ever guess he would be able to feel, sympathy.

He reached one hand to cup her cheek and wipe her tears. Yuki was possibly the only person he would ever be this emotional in front of.

“Yuki… I promise that’s not true. You’re friends love you, they only say good things about you when your’e not around. The master loves you, your kakushi love you, I love you. Yuki, no one thinks you’re an outcast. You fit here perfectly and everything would be so odd without you… please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Yuki was stunned at what he said. She didn’t think she was that important to anyone….

A few tears fell from her face as she jumped into Giyuu’s arms. She cried into his shoulder as she started to realize, she mattered to people. She mattered to him.

“Thank you Giyuu… truly”

Giyuu nodded and she pulled away so their eyes could meet.

“You’re welcome Yuki.”

Training had been long forgotten as the two spent the rest of the day comfoable in each other’s embrace.

A/N: Starry, I want you to know, that all those things Giyuu said to Yuki, is what I would want to say to you. I know this can’t magically make you stop feeling insecure, but I hope that this can push you in the right direction ♥️

#🍁#oc #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #hehehe #kny #kimmie asks #kimmie requests :3 #emergency request #giyuu x oc #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x yuki #Yuki x giyuu #Oc x giyuu #Oc x cannon #cannon x oc

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why-am-i-here-lol · 1 year

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can you write an Echo x reader who just broke up with her bf? and echo just comforts her? tyyy!! <33

Yesss ofc we love a good comfort fic - enjoy <3 also sorry this took so long, I haven't posted in a hot minute 0-0

You knew it. Somehow you knew what was going on with your boyfriend before you found out. It was a sick feeling in your stomach like something wasn't right.

Earlier this evening you put your suspicions to the test, ultimately finding out that he had some twi'lek girls coming over whenever you went to your job at the GAR. You told him you were leaving on a mission when in reality, the medical chief gave you some time off. You saw them walk to your door, and you saw your boyfriend welcome them in like old friends... or more than friends.

Ever since then, you've been at work. The medics were all surprised to see you today, since you were supposed to be home, relaxing, enjoying your free time. A few asked you about it, but you just gave dismissive responses, too emotionally drained to deal with the stress. Since you couldn't work, you found a quiet place to settle, somewhere no one would think anyone would be.

You sat down, exhausted. And cried. You let out your frustrations, anger, sadness, insecurity, and utter despair. All these feelings and more seemed to whirl around you, like a tornado. You could feel it in your bones. Your fingers were getting tingly, and your heart just... hurt. It hurt with an intensity you rarely ever felt.

You lost track of how long you had been sitting there, in your secluded corner of an empty room, but you knew it had been a while by how much your butt hurt. You sat for a while more, working up the courage to get up, to face what happened. You knew you would have to talk to your new ex soon, but every time you thought of it, your heart would pound, your breathing becomes more shallow, and your heart would break all over again. You couldn't see him in your mind without seeing those girls waltzing and prancing into your home anymore. You couldn't see why you just weren't good enough for him. You were still shocked, even though hours had gone by.

You eventually stood up and stretched out a bit, getting extremely dizzy in the process. 'Man, I must have cried out everything I had in me', you thought.

You started to make your way out of the room, probably looking like a mess, but before you got too far, you bumped into someone and fell to the floor. They exclaimed in surprise, while you attempted to scramble to your feet.

"I'm so sorry!" you blurted, completely embarrassed. Your embarrassment doubled when the subject of your clumsiness called out your name and tripled when you recognized the voice. It was Echo. As in, the member of the Bad Batch whom you worked closely with, that you knew the least since he was still new. He grabbed your arms, helping you up as you babbled some sort of apology.

"Oh Echo! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, and I just- I'm sorry I wasn't paying atten-"

"Hey hey, it's okay," he assured, studying you to make sure you were in fact okay. Once his eyes studied your face though, his entire expression shifted. "Hey, are you okay?"

You remembered your appearance, and what it must look like for him. You fumbled over a response, never seeming to actually make a coherent sentence, but eventually gave up, just saying you were fine.

He saw right through this, of course, and thought it would be best to find a quieter place than the middle of the hallway to talk about this if you so desired. 'The barracks are taken by the others, so the Maurader might be the better option,' he thought.

"I know I don't know you as well as I should, but I know enough to know you aren't fine. Do you want to go to the Havoc Maurader and talk?"

You almost broke down then and there in that hallway. Why did it feel so... relieving for Echo of all people to just know that you weren't okay?

"Yes," you said, tears starting to well again. Echo quickly saw and wiped your tears with his thumb, looking at you with compassion.

"Hey now, you'll be okay. Let's go talk."

That's how you found yourself sitting on one of the small bunks in the Maurader, Echo sitting next to you.

"So.. what's going on?"

You stayed silent for a moment, before giving a hesitant answer.

"Just... Life stuff I guess." You looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction, and if he'd see right through you and push for an answer.

"Life must be really stressful right now then. With the state I caught you in, I'd say something big is going on."

You just looked down in response, feeling impressed to tell him more, but still not trusting fully that it would even do anything for you. 'He is taking really good care of you, you at least owe him an explanation,' you thought.

You sighed, making up your mind.

"I caught my boyfriend cheating on me today," you started, "and I'm just ... In a lot of pain from it."

"Whoever this guy is, he clearly didn't know what he had - or what he lost for that matter," Echo replied. "He didn't deserve you, and you deserve better than what he gave you." He paused for a moment, the silence making you really think before he continued. "I think for now, you need some food and rest. Time will heal. It's not easy, but you'll find it'll help you in the end and you'll be stronger than you were before."

You couldn't help your tears anymore, and once again your eyes started letting them out, first slowly, but surely speeding up as you lost your composure. You practically melted into Echo, who responded by wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug.

"Echo?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think you'll be able to help me until things do get better? I mean.. I don't want to go through this alone," You explained.

"Of course I'll help you!" He exclaimed. "I'd do anything for you, actually." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as you cocked your head in confusion. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks start to burn, your heart starting to beat a little faster.

"What?"

"Heh, I'll explain later. You don't need more on your mind right now," he said, smiling down at you.

You smiled at his consideration, already suspecting what he wasn't saying. The thought made you smile.

"Alright, if you say so." You waited a moment before continuing, "And for the record, I'd do anything for you too." You smiled at him, hoping he'd take the hint.

He did. He smiled at the thought of what could be.

"Thank you," he said, "but you need to rest for now."

"You're probably right," you laughed, "it's been quite a day." Your face turned solemn, thinking about all that had happened.

"I know it's not much, but you can take my hammock in the barracks for however long you need.

"That's more than enough, Echo, thank you. But what about your brothers? Wouldn't they question what's going on? What will you tell them?"

"They will want to know, but they understand privacy all the same. I'll only tell them what you want me to tell, if anything at all."

"I don't mind if you tell them," you started before yawning. "Although, I think it is time to get some rest."

"Agreed," he said, smiling softly.

You followed him through the halls to his barracks, still feeling sad, but strangely okay. You didn't feel better, but you had a new confidence that this would pass, you wouldn't feel this way forever. You knew you'd be okay with Echo. He would take care of you.

#tbb x reader #tbb echo #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #sw tbb #clone trooper echo #echo x reader #echo the bad batch #tbb fluff #the bad batch fluff #bad batch echo #bad batch #tbb #bad batch x reader

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tingerines · 1 year

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Pairing: Jamil x GN!Reader Genre: Fantasy, Fluff A/N: This fic is set in modern-day Japan where the NRC boys are magicless and you are the magical being. :^) I'm also today years-old when I realized I really put Ace as a side character for all of my fics.

Growing up, Jamil used to wish upon a star.

That star was always the brightest one in the night sky, yet it never seemed to stay up there for very long. But Jamil never minded that because to him, it was like that star disappeared to work on his wishes every time.

After some time, as Jamil grew older and became more preoccupied with the challenges life provided him, he stopped making wishes.

Long forgotten was the brightest star in the sky — though it continued to sparkle, watching over Jamil every night as if it was a sort of guardian angel.

He didn’t even notice that the star never left the sky anymore after he’d stopped making wishes.

That is, until one day, Jamil finally remembered the star.

It’s just past sunset on a Thursday evening when Jamil’s friend Ace comes strutting into his shared dorm room. He’s twirling a set of keys in his index finger while the other hand is shoved inside the pocket of his denim pants.

“Hey,” Ace greets as he leans against the wall next to Jamil’s desk. “Are you busy tonight?”

Jamil hums in response without taking his eyes off his laptop. He remains silent while his fingers are busy rapidly typing the last sentences to his history paper.

“Okay,” Jamil breathes out as he finally shuts off his laptop with a sharp click. He briefly rubs circles on his temple before glancing over at Ace. “What were you saying?”

“Are you free tonight? Deuce wants us to accompany him tonight for a project for his planet-something class,” Ace waves his hand dismissively in the air, the keys in his hand jingling along with the motion.

“We’re architecture majors. Why would he ask us for help?” Jamil asks as his face twists into a mixture of confusion and disgust.

“No, not help— unless he really wants to fail his class. He has to go look at some constellations or something, and he doesn’t want to do it alone. So can you come or not?”

Jamil chews on his lower lip as he thinks. He’d just finished the last assignment that’s due this week and he’s got no other plans for the weekend besides to catch up on sleep.

“Fine, I’m in,” Jamil rolls his eyes before getting up and trailing behind a much-too-giddy Ace.

He follows the male out of the dormitory to where his car is parked. In the backseat is seated a napping Deuce whose head is resting on Lilia’s shoulder. Meanwhile, Lilia is busy playing a game on his phone, and Jamil has to wonder how Deuce’s able to sleep when Lilia’s arms are shaking at 50 kilometers per hour.

“Sevens, Lilia. Could you be any more aggressive?” Ace asks once he’s situated in the driver’s seat.

“Sorry,” Lilia grins without a hint of guilt on his face. “Hey, Jamil.”

“Hey,” Jamil nods towards the older male after securing his seatbelt across his chest. “So… where are we going, exactly?”

“Shizuoka prefecture. It’s going to be quite the drive, so feel free to take a nap if you need it. I’m loaded on Red Bull too,” Ace enters the coordinates into his GPS before propping his phone up on a car phone mount.

Accompanying the monotone voice of the GPS is a playlist filled with piano covers of Studio Ghibli movies’ soundtracks.

It doesn’t take long for the gentle melodies to lull Jamil to sleep. His head gently and rhythmically taps against the cold surface of the car window as Ace cruises past the few hours’ drive to Gekko Observatory.

It feels like only a handful of minutes have passed by when Jamil is shaken awake by Ace. He groans as he stretches his arms out from his sides, his eyes blinking rapidly until his vision finally adjusts to the dark surroundings.

“We’re here?” Jamil asks, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

“Yes, we’re here. You wouldn’t wake up earlier, so I gave you an extra ten minutes,” Ace steps back and closes the car door once Jamil finally stumbles out of his seat. “Come on. Let’s go before I forget where Deuce dragged us off to.”

Jamil follows Ace as he makes his way past the main observatory buildings. They walk away from the well lit areas towards a much darker space, somewhere that allows them to see the stars in the night sky that much better.

They slowly approach a relatively large red tent set up in the middle of a grassy field. Beside it lay a still-gaming Lilia and Deuce setting up his telescope.

“Is this allowed?” Jamil asks as he plops down onto the grass next to Lilia.

“Yeah! As long as we don’t disturb the youth camp, I’m sure there’s no problem,” Deuce briefly nudges his head to the left before turning his attention back to his telescope.

Everyone sits in silence for a few minutes. For the small group of four, the silence is uncommon but it isn’t uncomfortable.

It gives them the chance to take in the fresh air and peaceful atmosphere that’s a stark contrast to life at university.

Jamil could hear crickets chirping, and it’s accompanied by the distant sound of children’s yells and laughter. The mental image of their carefree spirit brings a smile to his face without him even realizing it.

“So… what is it that you’re looking for, Deuce?” Lilia’s question cuts through the quietness first.

“Stars, Lilia. I’m looking for stars,” Deuce chuckles as he peers through the eyepiece of the telescope.

Jamil lays down onto the grass, his ears completely blocking out Lilia’s onslaught of questions for Deuce and his eyes trained on the dark night sky.

And there it was: a familiar bright twinkle in the sky.

Out of all the stars that he could see — and yes, there were many — that one shines the brightest of them all.

Then Jamil remembers that particular habit he had of wishing upon a star when he was younger. It’s been such a long time that he’d almost forgotten all about it.

But he feels certain that that star is the same star from his childhood.

A small smile plays on Jamil’s lips as he thinks back to all the wishes he’s made in the past. Most of them were silly, he was only a child after all.

His very first wish was for a plate of sushi in the middle of the night when he was only 7 years-old. It was on a night when he couldn’t fall asleep and decided to find his father who was still working in his home office.

“Dad?” Jamil whispers as he carefully opens the door and peeks into the dimly lit room.

Jamil’s father glances up from the pile of paperwork he’d been sorting through and smiles softly when he sees Jamil standing awkwardly at the entrance of his office, “hey, how long have you been standing there for? Come in, son.”

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t sleep,” Jamil scratches at the nape of his neck, a nervous habit he’d picked up on recently.

“That’s alright, I was just about done here anyways,” his father shakes his head and closes a thick manila folder shut. “How about we go out back? Maybe it’ll help you clear your head.”

“‘Clear my head’?” Jamil echoes, the curiosity clearly etched onto his face.

“Yes. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, it’s because I’m thinking too much about something. So we have to do something to help fix that,” Jamil’s father gets up from his seat and holds a hand out towards Jamil.

“Okay, what are we doing?” Jamil places his hand in his father’s much larger one and follows the man out of his home office.

They walk towards the back of the house, towards the French doors that open up to a generously spacious backyard.

Jamil and his father take a seat on one of the benches there, and for a moment, no one says anything.

But, unlike how he is today, 7 year-old Jamil cannot sit still — at least, not in silence — for very long. Not even when there’s an ensemble of crickets surrounding him.

“Dad?” Jamil pokes at his father’s shoulder, “what are we doing out here?”

“Well…” his father sighs before gazing up at the night sky. Jamil’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he followed his father’s gaze. “We’re stargazing.”

“Why?” the question comes out sounding a bit meaner than Jamil intended it to. He shakes his head quickly, as if to dismiss the question. “I—I’m sorry, I mean…”

His father chuckles before placing a hand on Jamil’s shoulder, “it’s okay, I understand what you meant. Have you heard about making wishes on stars?”

“Like that one song? From Cinderella?” he tries to say it rather nonchalantly, but due to his younger sister’s recent obsession with Disney princesses and their movies, Jamil begrudgingly has the song lyrics memorized at this point.

“Just like that,” his father chuckles again, his eyes sparkling in amusement as if he could read Jamil’s thoughts. “Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I’ll just sit out here and look at the stars. It’s very relaxing to me. And sometimes, maybe on the days when I feel too stressed out about something, I’ll make a wish on one.”

“Why are you stressed out, dad?” Jamil inquires with a prominent frown to his face.

“Because… of adult things that you don’t have to worry about for now.”

“Oh… but can I still make a wish anyways?”

“Of course, you can. Just pick a star and think about your wish. You can’t say it out loud or it won’t come true,” his father ruffles his hair and gives him a kind smile before returning his attention back to the sky.

Jamil also looks up at the sky where a bright star immediately catches his attention. Perhaps it was because he didn’t take the time to look elsewhere, but he could have sworn that one was the brightest of them all.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted to wish for. Heck, he wasn’t even sure he believed in wishing on a star.

But there’s a first for everything, right?

So, with his dark orbs fixed on that bright star and his stomach inaudibly grumbling, Jamil wishes for the first thing that comes to mind: sushi.

He didn’t say it out loud and there weren't any special occasions coming up that would warrant it — but when Jamil woke up the next morning, he found a wide assortment of sushi rolls laid out on the kitchen table.

He thought that there was no way it could have been a coincidence, that the star must have heard him and granted him his wish. That moment made him a believer, and he began to make wishes more frequently.

“Deuce, what’s the name of that star? That really bright one,” Jamil asks without thinking, the question interrupting the conversation his friends had been having.

“Which one?” Deuce looks towards the sky, trying to pinpoint exactly where Jamil’s index finger was gesturing towards. “I think you may be looking at Arcturus. It’s the brightest star in the Boötes constellation.”

“So that’s its name,” Jamil mumbles to himself.

“What was that?” Deuce asks with his head tilted slightly.

“No, it’s nothing. Thank you,” Jamil shakes his head dismissively.

His silence after that is enough of a signal to his friends that he was done with the brief conversation. If he tries to explain his attachment to the star, would his friends think that he was being silly?

He thinks even Deuce, the one who is absolutely in love with them, would think that it was weird.

So, Jamil keeps the star as a secret to himself.

Perhaps he isn’t afraid of his friends thinking of him as foolish. No, perhaps it is merely a part of his selfishness that if the star could truly grant wishes, he wanted to keep that ability all to himself.

That brings him to a wish that suddenly blossoms inside his heart. He’s not sure when the seed was planted there, but a sudden thought occurs to him.

If the star could really hear me now, I wish I could meet them and say ‘thank you’ to them.

Jamil has to fight the sudden urge to slap himself because of how silly he finds the thought. Where did it even come from?

The lack of sleep and feelings of nostalgia must be causing him to think irrationally.

He finally sits up and scoots himself closer to the small circle his friends have formed around Deuce’s telescope.

“Do you want to take a look?” Deuce asks when he notices the thoughtful look on Jamil’s face. His body is slightly turned towards him as he nudges his telescope’s eyepiece aside. “At the stars, I mean.”

“Can I?”

“Sure. If it was Lilia, I’d think twice.”

“Hey! I’m not the one that spilled spaghetti on Ace’s laptop!” Lilia protests loudly which causes the other three men to shush him before they receive a complaint. He grimaces before lowering his voice, “sorry, sorry.”

“I only spilled it because someone decided it was the perfect time to body slam me in the cafeteria,” Jamil jokingly bites back before getting up and making his way towards Deuce.

“Arcturus, right? I adjusted the telescope so if you look, you can see it even more closely,” Deuce takes a seat on a short bench besides the telescope, watching as Jamil closes one eye and peers through the eyepiece with the other.

“Whoa,” Jamil says in awe under his breath once his eyes have adjusted to the new way of seeing the night sky, “it’s even prettier through a telescope. I can see why you enjoy this so much.”

“It’s never too late to change your major if you want to join the dark side,” Deuce chuckles as his head tilts back to look at the sky as well.

“In your dreams,” Jamil mumbles with a grin on his face when he finally leans away from the telescope. “Plus, Ace would literally bury me ten feet under if I left him in the program by himself.”

“I heard that,” Ace calls out before chucking a handful of grass towards Jamil’s head that falls down almost as quickly as it was sent up.

Deuce laughs again and sends Ace an apologetic look, “don’t worry, your best friend is safe and sound in the architecture department with you.”

Ace immediately makes a gagging sound at the mention of “best friend” before turning his attention back to the game he and Lilia were busy playing.

“Well, I’m just about done here. Maybe another hour and we can start heading back,” Deuce announces. “And… thanks for coming out here with me tonight, guys.”

The news is met with an unanimous “okay” from the rest of the group. Jamil moves away from the telescope so Deuce could take his place and continue whatever project he’d been working on prior.

“Huh, that’s weird. Arcturus is gone,” Deuce says aloud, mostly to himself, but the words capture Jamil’s attention.

Jamil’s gaze trails up to where he’d been captivated by the bright star mere moments ago, only to find that it was truly gone.

Just like before. How strange…

❥

The following Monday, there’s someone Jamil has never seen before sitting at the seat next to his usual one in one of his classes. He makes eye contact with them almost immediately after walking into the room and thinks they definitely must be a new student.

There’s no way I’d forget such an attractive face like that.

Someone behind Jamil clears their throat, signaling for him to move, because he’s blocking the flow of traffic by standing right in the middle of the doorway.

“Oh, sorry,” Jamil mumbles and bows his head apologetically.

He makes his way towards his seat with his eyes glued to his shoes, all of his usual confidence slowly leaking out. He’s not sure why the unknown person beside him is making him feel so nervous, and he’s not quite sure how to deal with it.

Lucky for Jamil, he doesn’t have to make the first move today.

“Um… excuse me?”

Jamil feels a poke on his upper arm. It makes him look up and make eye contact with you once again.

“Yes?” Jamil answers, his voice barely above a whisper.

You laugh lightheartedly and lower your voice’s volume to match his, “Jamil Viper, right? I’m Arcturus, but you can call me y/n.”

Jamil blinks rapidly while his mouth continuously opens and closes. He’s clearly caught off guard by the mention of the bright star, but you seem completely unphased by his reaction.

“You’re pranking me, right? Did Ace tell you to say that?”

“Who— ah, your friend with the heart marking? No, he didn’t.”

“Then Deuce did?”

“Not him either. This isn’t a prank, Jamil. I’m really Arcturus,” you state firmly.

The man narrows his eyes suspiciously at you, “prove it.”

“Hm… let’s see,” you tap your chin as you mentally sort through the many wishes Jamil has made as a child. “Ah! When you were 10 years-old, you wished for a pet tyrannosaurus rex after watching the Jurassic Park movies.”

“That’s a lucky guess.”

“Fine. Wouldn’t it be better if you made a wish now and I grant it? You can’t tell me I just got lucky then.”

“Are you tricking me into making a wish? Are you sure you’re not just a sneaky little genie?” Jamil asks playfully.

“I can see why you’d think that I’m a genie, but as you can see: there’s no magic lamps involved here,” you state with a bright smile, one that doesn’t do justice to how brightly you shine in the sky. “And I wouldn’t trick you like they would either. Just tell me your wishes as they come to your heart, and I’ll make them come true. That’s what I’ve always done, right?”

Jamil wasn’t expecting for you to answer so genuinely. They were just rhetorical questions he asked without thinking, but he could tell that you were being truthful.

Still, a big part of him is suspicious.

In what world would a star become a human? And out of all the things they could do, why would they come and find him?

The other, smaller part of him wants to believe you. So he plays along and decides to humor you.

“Just like that?” Jamil asks with an eyebrow cocked up apprehensively.

“Well, you know, there are rules. But yes: just like that.”

“Okay… and what are the rules?”

“They’re exactly what you’d think they’d be: nothing illegal, nothing that can harm others— which, uh, I guess ties into the first rule.”

“And how many do I get?”

“Three.”

“Ahah, so you admit that you’re a genie.”

“Not a genie,” you giggle before tapping the tip of Jamil’s nose gently. “So, what would you like to wish for first?”

“That’s a very important decision, Arct—”

“Y/n,” you quickly interrupt the man to correct him.

“Y/n,” Jamil articulates with a raise of his eyebrows and a nod, “you’ll have to give me some time to think. I’m not even sure what I want to wish for yet.”

“Boo!” you whine, leaning over the long desk with your arms stretched out in front of you. “Well, if I have to wait then it shouldn’t be in the middle of a boring history lecture.”

As if on cue, the screen of Jamil’s phone lights up to indicate that he has a missed notification. He narrows his eyes at you one last time before unlocking his phone.

“Huh,” Jamil makes a sound that's mixed with surprise and confusion when he reads a new email on his phone. “My professor has never canceled class before. Did you… did you do this?”

You shrug when Jamil points his phone at you accusingly. But you’re pleased to see that he seems to believe you a bit more now.

There’s loud shuffling noises coming from all around you as students busy themselves by cheering for their canceled lecture and packing up their untouched laptops.

“So?” you ask, an expectant look on your face.

Jamil bites on his lower lip and taps the cap of a pen on the desk rhythmically. He stares off into space, seemingly deep in thought, and you wait patiently for him to sort through his predictably long lists of possibilities.

“Would it…” you start, poking at Jamil’s forearm to make him look at you. “Would it help if I mention that you can still make wishes even after the three?”

“What do you mean?” Jamil tilts his head, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I mean, I only came down here because hanging out in the sky all night long is so boring. You try doing it for a countless amount of centuries, then trust me — you’ll understand,” you wave your hands dismissively. “Anyways, that’s besides the point. The point is: you had unlimited wishes when you were a child, and you’ll still have unlimited wishes after I finish granting the three here.”

Jamil nods in understanding before abruptly standing up and slinging a backpack strap over his shoulder, “you should’ve led with that, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to speaking to humans directly,” you say before your eyes shift between Jamil’s face and the hand he’s holding out towards you. “What?”

“I think I might know what my first wish is, so come on,” Jamil inches his hand closer to you, a signal for you to place yours in his.

You comply, allowing the man to pull you out of the empty classroom and towards an unknown location.

It’s a sunny day, a perfect day for an afternoon stroll. And despite it being the middle of the fall semester, there’s more than a handful of students frolicking in the spacious college yard instead of studying.

The sight of them being so happy and carefree brings a smile to your face. It’s rare for you to see humans during the day time — and even more rare for you to see them not stressed out by something when you do get the chance.

Really, most of the time the bright sun rays block the sight of earth from you. It restricts you to only observing them during the nighttime, when most of the population is already asleep.

Soon, the large crowds of students become much more sparse until only a few of them are left hanging around.

“Um, Jamil? Where are we going exactly?” you chime up.

It takes a few more minutes of walking before Jamil finally stops, and your shoulder accidentally bumps into his back from your lack of attention.

“Here,” Jamil turns around to face you, his ears completely blocking out your murmured apology.

You lean over to the side to peek behind Jamil only to straighten up and raise an eyebrow at the man a second after, “and what are we doing standing by this long stretch of pavement?”

“We’re here for my first wish: I wish to learn how to roller skate.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s… a very tame wish,” you state plainly.

You take Jamil’s backpack off his shoulder before squatting down and unzipping it. Your hand digs into the textbook filled space and pulls out a pair of roller skates.

Jamil’s eyes practically bulge out in shock when he sees them, because there’s no way something like that could have fit inside his small backpack.

“But as you wish,” you grin as you hold the roller skates up towards Jamil.

“Whoa, how’d you do that?” Jamil gasps as he takes them from you.

“Do you believe me now?” you counter, crossing your arms and watching as Jamil hurries to replace his tennis shoes.

“I’m ninety-nine percent convinced. Just depends on how quickly I learn how to roller skate now.”

“You know that I’m not a miracle worker, right?” you stand up quickly, your arms reaching out just in time to catch Jamil as he slips forward.

When the man turns his head, your faces are so close to one-another that the tips of your noses touch.

“S—sorry. Tha—thank you,” Jamil manages to stammer out, his ears immediately turning a bright shade of red from embarrassment as he straightens up.

You’re undeterred from the close proximity, human feelings of embarrassment or shyness not a part of your vocabulary. So you giggle and merely find Jamil’s reaction dramatic and adorable.

“Don’t be so jumpy. How am I supposed to teach you if you don’t let me get close enough to do so?” you stand behind Jamil’s wobbly frame, your hands placed on either side of his waist to steady him.

“Well, I thought you’d snap your fingers and I’d just magically know,” Jamil mumbles.

“I could, but that’s no fun, Jamil. And I came here to have fun.”

“I thought you came here to grant my wishes.”

“Oh, that too,” you nod, though the carefree tone of your voice does nothing to convince Jamil of your intentions. “Now, we’ll start off by teaching you the correct posture. The most important thing here is balance, so I’ll have to let you go now.”

“Perfect,” Jamil’s body stiffens once he feels your warmth leave his body.

The chilly autumn air does nothing to help him from missing your earlier proximity. But the more you try to coach him through the basics of roller skating, the warmer his body gets.

To anyone on the outside looking in, it may seem that Jamil is a natural at the sport. But, as fast a learner Jamil is regularly, there is no way he’s able to pick up on things as quickly as he did today.

Not to mention, his friends have already tried multiple times to teach him how to roller skate before with minimal success.

Who would have thought all-rounder Jamil Viper actually had a weakness?

Now it feels as if Jamil is moving off of muscle memory. The things that you instruct him to do sounds unfamiliar to his ears, but his body follows everything to a T.

You watch like a proud parent while Jamil glides up and down the long walk of pavement as if he’s been doing it his entire life. The sound of his gleeful laughter ringing through the air makes you smile brightly in response.

“Should we try doing some tricks now?” you ask as Jamil passes by you again.

At your question, Jamil presses down hard on his right toe to break and gives you a panicked look, “are you serious?”

“I’m serious and I haven’t failed you yet,” you place your hands on your hips, the determined look on your face telling Jamil that he couldn’t back down now.

“If you can actually teach me how to do tricks by the end of the day, then I’ll believe you.”

“Oh, done deal!” you clap in excitement, “let’s get started then!”

❥

“Remind me again why we’re here, Jamil?” you ask as you gaze up at the intricate entrance to the Centre Pompidou.

“I’m studying architecture. I wanted to see all the famous monuments of France for my studies since my classmate Rook wouldn’t stop talking about it,” Jamil replies, his hands busy taking pictures of the complex building with his phone.

“And here I thought you were just making any excuse to miss your classes.”

“Would you judge me if I say that’s kind of true?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” you shake your head before holding your hands out. “Here: do you want me to take a picture for you?”

“Oh, sure. Thank you,” Jamil hands you his phone before jogging a few feet forward and facing you.

With a few clicks of the Camera app, you complete the routine that’s been established for the past few days since you’ve arrived in Paris, France.

Jamil’s second wish was quickly made the day after you taught him how to roller skate. After spending the night thinking about all the things he never got the chance to do, he went out to find you again.

It wasn’t hard for him to, you’d already told him that you’d be hanging around one of the many coffee shops surrounding the college campus.

“Oh, thank goodness you found me. I was starting to get bored,” you sigh in relief when you look up from your laptop to find Jamil sliding into the seat across from yours.

He doesn’t bother to ask where your laptop came from, or how you have the money to pay for the mocha latte in your hands. At this point, he believes that you’re capable of more things than he could possibly ever understand.

“Are you okay? Is there something on my face?” you ask when Jamil doesn’t say anything.

You gently pat your cheeks in search of anything that feels out of place, assuming that’s why Jamil is staring at you wordlessly.

“What? Oh. No. Sorry, no. You, uh, you— you look great,” Jamil shakes his head quickly before he presses his lips into a thin line and averts his eyes down to the coffee table. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

You know that Jamil is usually not shy, usually not someone who stammers unless he’s nervous — it’s a rare occurrence.

So, you think perhaps he finds you intimidating: a celestial body who could probably strike him down if he’s not being too careful with himself.

It could explain why he treats you like one of his friends one minute but becomes flustered the next.

“You know that I’m not going to strike you down with lightning, right?” you lean forward with your arms crossed on the table and your lips curved up into an amused smile.

“L—lightning?” Jamil asks nervously as he scratches the nape of his neck. “Would you be able to? Strike me with lightning, I mean.”

“My name isn’t ‘Malleus’, but yes: I could if I really wanted to,” you shrug nonchalantly. A horrified look appears on Jamil’s face, and you would have found it comical if he didn’t look exactly like a deer in headlights. “But you haven’t done anything to warrant that, so don’t be so scared.”

“I’m not scared. It’s just that you’re… kind of intimidating,” Jamil huffs.

“Are you intimidated because I’m not actually human, or because your charmingly good looks don’t have any affect on me?”

“Um…” Jamil looks at you in the same way a guilty child would look at their parents during a scolding: with wide puppy dog eyes and lips jutting out into a pout. “The first one?”

“You mean the second one,” you correct the man confidently. “It’s not the first option because you still don’t believe me yet, but you will soon.

“Speaking of which,” you clear your throat before leaning in closer and lowering your voice, “do you have any ideas for your second wish?”

“Oh. Actually, y—yeah, I do,” Jamil says slowly, almost hesitantly.

“You don’t sound very confident about that.”

“Well, it’s a very big wish. I, uh… I wish I could go to France.”

“Now that’s the kind of wish I’ve been waiting for,” you nod in approval before taking your last sip of coffee and firmly placing the cup down. “Let’s go.”

“What, now?” Jamil emphasizes the last word with the raise of his eyebrows. “Y/n, you’re always in a rush, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just used to getting these wishes done right away. So… not right now?”

“Oh, no, we can go today. I’d just need to pack some stuff first.”

“Ah, that’s right,” your mouth opens into a small ‘o’ when you realize you’ve been rushing to get moving without thinking first. “Yes, go pack whatever you need and come find me again when you’re ready to go.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later?” Jamil is already up from his chair before he could finish the question.

The excitement he exudes is contagious and you couldn’t hold back the giggle bubbling up in your chest.

“You know where to find me,” you wave the man off, gesturing for him to leave the coffee shop quickly.

Less than a week has passed since Jamil made the wish that has you turning into a tourist, but it feels like you’ve spent at least a month together.

You spend every day in the same fashion as you did today: head off to a famous French monument that was in a far too long list Rook provided Jamil, he takes who knows how many pictures for future references, and then you offer to take his pictures.

You have the steadiest hands out of anyone you know — which, to be fair, isn’t that many humans in the first place — yet those pictures always turn out somewhat blurry.

Today’s pictures at the Centre Pompidou is no exception to this.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I bother anymore. You should just delete those,” you sigh, your shoulders drooping in defeat as you watch Jamil swipe through his camera roll.

Despite you telling him that every single time, Jamil always keeps the pictures that you take of him.

Then, when you aren’t looking, when you’re busy taking in the beautiful sights around you, Jamil sneaks in a few pictures of you.

He’s not sure what will happen to them once you’re gone. Would they stay on his phone and you simply become a J. Doe to the rest of the world? Or would they disappear forever as if you were never there to begin with?

He bets if he asked you nicely, you’d allow him to keep those memories with him.

“So, shall we go inside?” you ask as you shove your hands into the pockets of your wool overcoat.

Your question interrupts Jamil’s brief thoughts, who merely blinks before he turns his attention to you, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you want to go inside?” you reword and repeat your question.

“Oh. Yeah, let’s go,” Jamil nods and holds a hand out towards you.

You hesitate for only a moment before you take a hand out of your pocket and place it in his. Your skin feels cold against Jamil’s, though it’s uncertain if it’s because of the weather or something else.

Still, in an attempt to keep you warm, Jamil intertwines his fingers with yours and sticks your hands into his kangaroo pocket.

How did Jamil get from jumpy and intimidated to becoming comfortable enough to hold your hands in a matter of a week? Even he wouldn’t be able to give you an answer for that.

Perhaps his courage is influenced by the atmosphere that the city of love provides; it’s where couples in love roam freely, they hold hands and sneak in kisses whenever they can.

Jamil tells himself that the two of you are merely blending in with the crowd — that there’s no way he has a crush on you.

But as he watches you studying the artwork displayed neatly along cream-colored walls, he finds that he’d prefer to look at you instead of the exhibitions.

Snap out of it, Jamil Viper.

As if you could read his thoughts, you defy him, appearing in front of the man like an unexpected dream. Like always, there’s a beautifully wide smile on your face that makes Jamil’s heart skip a beat just at the sight of it.

“Are you okay? You’re all spaced out today.”

“What? No, I’m not,” Jamil huffs before he steps aside to let a group of tourists walk past.

“No, you’re not okay or no, you’re not spacing out?”

“No, I’m not spacing out. I was just deep in thought— yeah, deep in thoughts of what this painting could possibly mean,” Jamil gestures towards a medium-sized canvas to his right without really looking at it.

“That’s a painting of the Mona Lisa holding a chubby ginger cat. I’m not really sure that there’s any special meaning to it,” you chuckle briefly before you reach out to gently tug at the sleeve of Jamil’s hoodie. “Come on, mister, let’s go.”

“Where are we going, exactly?” Jamil asks as he uncrosses his arms and allows you to drag him past the long and heavily populated hallways of the art gallery.

“I figured you could use a change of pace from all the art museums and history— not that there’s anything wrong with any of those places. But I planned a little surprise for you.”

“You did?” Jamil’s eyebrows quirk up in surprise.

“Okay, I admit the idea just popped into my head,” you glare playfully at the man. “But I’m not the one trying to find a deeper meaning to a cat painting.”

Jamil doesn’t say anything in response, doesn’t try to tell you that he finds you even more mesmerizing than all the artwork in the building combined — and that he’d been staring at you this entire time.

He just lets out a short laugh and nods in agreement.

You stop in front of an emergency exit door before turning around to face Jamil. The serious look on your face is a rare sight to see and the man knows that he should take your next words seriously.

“Don’t freak out when I open this door,” you say slowly, making sure to enunciate every word.

Jamil nods again before his eyes trail up to the bright exit sign above the door, “are we… going to trigger the fire alarm for fun?”

“Definitely not. I’m sure that actually goes against both of my rules,” you take a few steps backwards until your back is pressed against the push pad of the exit device.

Jamil braces himself for bright flashing lights and loud alarms when you push the door open, but he’s met with neither of those things.

Instead, he sees beautiful shades of orange on the other side of the door. There’s a generously wide and long stretch of grass lined with various types of trees, and both locals and tourists lounging about the large space.

“Don’t worry, we’re here for a picnic,” you nod your head towards the scene, waiting for Jamil to walk past the threshold of the door to follow him out.

Jamil glances back when the door softly shuts behind you, the surprise evident on his face when he finds that it’s been replaced by a black Peugeot 208.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re actually a magical being who can do stuff like that.”

“And you don’t seem as shocked as you should be for a human being,” you shoot back with a grin. “Not that I’m complaining. I’d much prefer that to you screaming in fear.”

Jamil looks unamused at your last sentence. He knows exactly what you are referring to: the first time he experienced the unexplainable things that you are capable of.

That experience was similar to what you’d done just now, and it was what solidified his belief in you.

“Okay, but you didn’t warn me that opening the door to a washroom was going to lead me to the top of the Eiffel Tower. This is a lot more acceptable.”

“Well, I figured we could make the journey a lot easier and faster by doing that,” you shrug, the contents of the picnic basket in your hands making soft shuffling noises as you move. “Now, let’s go find an open space to sit.”

You follow closely behind Jamil as he maneuvers around small clusters of chatty folks, most of which doesn't hear his muttered “excuse me.”

You follow him until you reach nearly the end of the grassy terrain where there is a decent amount of available space for you to lay a blanket on top.

“Where are we anyways?” Jamil asks once you’re situated on top of the thick blanket protecting your clothes from the damp grass.

“The Luxembourg Gardens. I overheard someone saying that it’s the perfect spot for a picnic, and figured you could use the change in scenery.”

Jamil has to admit that you’re right about that.

The much needed fresh air aside, Jamil finds that he surprisingly enjoys seeing all the beauty that nature has to offer as much as he enjoys studying the intricate ways buildings can be made.

Or, at least, he used to enjoy it.

That was before he decided to take on as many classes as he could in a single semester when he started college. All his time is spent on studying and making sure he got all his assignments done on time.

Somewhere along the way, he even managed to secure an internship that took up even more of his time and attention.

What little free time he earned would be spent on making sure his friends knew that he was still a functioning member of society. Even then, Jamil would spend the entire time thinking about both the assignments he’s already completed and the ones he left for later.

Ace would say that he’s burned out and needs to step foot outside of the college grounds more often.

Now he’s really taken that advice to heart, because how much farther away from college could he get than Paris, France?

“Clear your head and eat a carrot, Jamil,” you interrupt the man’s thoughts by waving a baby carrot in front of his face.

“Veggies,” Jamil groans before a look of utter disgust overtakes his features.

“What?” you ask in the most innocent tone you could muster up and bring the carrot closer to Jamil’s face.

“Please, I’ll literally eat anything else,” Jamil sticks his tongue out in a mock gagging motion as he leans further away from your hand.

“You mean you’ll eat anything that’s not fruits or vegetables, right? That’s bad, you know,” you click your tongue in disapproval before taking a small bite of the baby carrot. “Maybe you should use your last wish to make all of it taste like pasta.”

“Can you do that?”

“I could but I won’t.”

“Why not?!”

“Because I will not be the person responsible for you getting tired of eating pasta. You’ll hate me forever and I don’t want that.”

“Well, I’ll hate you anyways if there’s no pasta in that basket,” Jamil says jokingly, his teasing causing you to throw the baby carrot towards his chest in retaliation. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

You narrow your eyes at the man before you stick a hand inside the picnic basket and pull out a plastic container filled with chicken alfredo. Jamil lets out a loud cheer at the sight and smell of the food, his abrupt holler earning him a few glances from nearby visitors.

“You get so excited about food, Jamil. I remember you used to wish for sushi and ramen all the time as a child,” you giggle, watching with sparkling eyes as Jamil takes the container from your hands and hurriedly opens it.

“Well, the purpose of life is to eat and enjoy as much food as you can, you know?”

“Oh, is it now?”

“It sure as heck is the purpose of mine,” Jamil nods firmly.

You hum in response and curl up into a loose ball with your arms hugging your legs and chin resting on top of your knees. Your eyes flutter shut just as a gentle breeze begins to blow.

The sun is setting behind Jamil’s hunched over figure, the warm sunlight illuminating your figure and making you appear nearly ethereal in Jamil’s eyes.

You’re so beautiful.

Jamil averts his eyes just as quickly as the thought enters his mind; and as he shoves forkfuls of pasta into his mouth, he tries hard to ignore the warm feeling igniting inside his chest.

❥

“This is a dream, isn’t it?”

“What?” you ask, turning your head to look at Jamil who is laying towards the opposite direction of you but with his head resting right by yours.

“I keep thinking that this entire trip — and you — are all just part of a really long dream,” Jamil sighs before he also turns his head towards you.

“Would you like me to pinch you? Isn’t that what people do when they think they’re dreaming?”

Jamil laughs at your questions, his warm breath fanning across your face and his eyes curving into rainbows. He knows that you’re genuinely asking, but he still finds you too innocent and adorable for your own good.

“No, I think I’d like to stay inside this dream. But thank you for the offer.”

“You’re welcome.”

Comfortable silence blankets over the two of you as you resume your previous activities of stargazing. At least, an attempt is made because there aren't as many stars in the Paris night sky as you’d like there to be.

Regardless of that, Jamil tries to savor every moment of relaxation he’s been awarded since you’ve come into his life.

He can’t remember the last time he’s been able to take a step back to just breathe like this.

His normal life has no time for hobbies — there isn’t any time to spare to learn how to ice skate, roller skate, snowboard, or any other fun activities his friends like to do.

This is the first time he’s been able to travel out of the country, for vacation no less, and he isn’t even stressed out about the schoolwork he’s probably missing out on right now.

It feels like a dream: being able to lay on the grass of the Luxembourg Gardens with no worries and with you by his side.

“I wish that this dream would last forever,” Jamil whispers, his voice barely audible but you’re close enough that you can still hear him. “Can you make that happen?”

“You’ll have to be more specific, Jamil.”

“It’s just that… since you came along, I feel like I can finally breathe again. This is the most relaxed and carefree I’ve felt in a very long time. I didn’t even realize how stressed out I was before, and—and I don’t want to go back. ”

You had an inkling that Jamil may have gotten attached to you, may have gotten used to having your constant presence by his side. That’s why he feels so comfortable around you now — at least, enough to make jokes and tease you when he could.

It never occurred to you that he may want to keep you by his side when you’re not able to do so. Not until now.

“I wish…”

You hold your breath as you wait for Jamil to continue his sentence. You know that once he makes his third and final wish, you’ll immediately and completely disappear from his life.

Perhaps, it is for the better that he’ll have no recollection of you besides as a star in the sky.

“I wish I could continue to feel this way. I wish, among all the stress and madness, I’ll also have the time to be free and enjoy life,” Jamil laughs at himself, finding himself silly for saying the words out loud. He turns to you with a soft smile on his face, “can you make that happen? It’s a pretty tall order.”

You nod slowly, refusing to look at the man as you mumble, “as you wish.”

With those words, your body begins to emit a gentle white glow.

At first, Jamil thinks it’s a reaction of you granting his wish. But as your body becomes more and more transparent, the panic settles more and more inside his heart.

“Y/n?” Jamil calls out, his voice shaky as he reaches out to cup your cheek. His hand passes through your disappearing body, causing him to panic even more and the volume of his voice rising as he calls out for you again. “Y/n!”

A final burst of bright white light makes Jamil shut his eyes tightly and shield them with his hands. Just as quickly as the light came, he finds himself surrounded by darkness and quiet once again.

When Jamil finally opens his eyes, he finds himself lying down in the backseat of Ace’s car. He groans, carefully getting up without moving Lilia’s sleeping figure too much.

He rests his friend’s head on his shoulder after he sits up and looks out the car window, “where are we?”

“Oh, you’re up?” Ace replies as he glances up at the rear-view mirror to look at Jamil’s dark silhouette.

“Yeah, I had the strangest dream: I was in Paris.”

“You must have been hanging out with some mimes because you were laughing a lot in your sleep.”

“Was I?” Jamil raises an eyebrow skeptically. “I can’t even remember what the dream was about anymore. All I remember is standing on top of the Eiffel Tower.”

“Well, don’t go back to sleep because we’re about half an hour away from the dorm now.”

“Sure,” Jamil adjusts his position so he can prop his elbow and chin up on an arm rest.

He watches as they drive past a handful of traffic lights and countless street lights, a strange feeling of being out of place poking at him.

But he pushes the feeling away for the remainder of the drive back to the dorms. He continues to push it away when he sinks into his dorm bed in exhaustion 30 minutes later and dreams of seeing Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The next morning, Jamil wakes up to about a dozen emails that all include some sort of revision to the class syllabi.

“What in the world?” Jamil asks, his voice groggy from sleep and his eyes blinking against the bright light of his phone screen.

Once his eyes have adjusted, Jamil scrolls through the emails before logging into every student portal available to him. He double, triple, and quadruple-checks every platform to make sure his professors weren’t simply playing a trick on him.

“Good morning, Jamil!” a familiar voice gleefully calls out.

Light pours into the room as the door is opened by none other than a smiling Ace. His cheerful demeanor further confirms that Jamil wasn’t simply imagining the emails.

“Did you hear the good news yet?” Ace ignores the protests of Jamil’s roommate as he prances into the room and plops down on the edge of his friend’s bed. He doesn’t wait for Jamil to answer before he continues talking, “now we have all this free time outside of getting our major projects done. What are we gonna do with ourselves?”

Despite still being half-asleep, Jamil can’t deny that he’s also filled with delight at the unexpected news. His mind is already going through all the things he’s been holding off on doing — but he can’t seem to wave off a major sense of déjà vu as he does so.

“Oh, wait. How about we finally teach you how to roller skate?” Ace pats Jamil’s shoulder to catch his attention.

“No offense, Ace, but you’re way too energetic in the morning,” Jamil groans and pulls his blanket up to his chin. He squints at Ace’s unwavering grin for a few silent seconds before he finally sighs and rolls his eyes. “Okay, I’m in.”

“That’s the spirit! I’ll let the guys know,” Ace silently cheers, saving Jamil’s roommate from the unwelcomed noise before he saunters out just as quickly as he came in.

On a normal day, even if Jamil said that he was in, he still wouldn’t have enough free time to actually learn anything besides the basics — if that.

So it’s a nice change of pace when, less than an hour later, he meets his friends besides the same stretch of pavement as where you granted him his first wish.

He doesn’t remember those events in detail, only as fleeting events of a strange dream, and dismisses his sense of déjà vu as having been at this spot many times before.

“You still remember the basics, right?” his friend Kalim asks as he holds his arms out towards Jamil.

Jamil gratefully grabs onto the long limbs for support as he slowly gets up, his legs wobbling while he tries to balance himself on the roller skates.

“Have you been practicing without us?” Lilia asks with his gaze fixed on Jamil’s legs.

It’s a harmless question that’s only asked because Jamil’s not very big on balance. No, usually he and Kalim would have to keep a close eye on their friend to make sure his legs aren’t floundering like fish on dry land.

But today, Jamil seems stable on his own, and they step back and watch in surprise as Jamil glides freely without them.

“Oh, Ace’s not going to believe this,” Lilia laughs before dragging Jamil’s backpack to his side and rummaging through the pockets for his phone.

Lilia unlocks the phone with every intent to take a video of Jamil acing the Basics of Roller Skating 101. But a recent picture displayed on the lower left hand corner of the Camera app catches his attention.

“Jamil, do you have a partner? They’re cute,” Lilia comments after he’s clicked on the display and enlarges the photograph. “I mean, thanks a lot for not telling us though.”

“What? Where? Who?” Kalim quickly appears behind Lilia to peer over the shorter man’s shoulder.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. When do I have the time for a partner?” Jamil furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he makes his way over to his huddled up friends.

Kalim and Lilia exchange looks of disbelief before Lilia holds the phone out so Jamil could look at what’s displayed on the screen.

His breath hitches when he sees a picture of you.

They’re the same photographs that you didn’t know he’d taken of you. They’re proof that you were real — and you existed in this world briefly although Jamil has no recollection of who you are.

And if you’d known those pictures existed, they’d have been erased from Jamil’s memory just like everything else had been.

“I… I have no idea who this is,” Jamil says unconvincingly as he takes his phone away from Lilia.

He can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the still of your face. The bright smile you’ve always graced him with is permanently captured within a photograph of a J. Doe.

Jamil can’t remember meeting someone with your face. He certainly doesn’t remember your name or why he would have your picture on his phone.

But the longer he stares at the pictures, the farther the warmth igniting in his chest spreads throughout his body.

A single, short thought enters his mind.

Thank you.

And although he doesn’t know why he thought that, he has the sneaking suspicion it has something to do with the person in the photographs.

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