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One thing about me is that I LOVE when fanfic writers have a playlist connected to their fics
Like that’s not cringe babe I am loving the new music and I will think of your fic every time I listen to that song
JUST KEEP DOING IT PLEASE I LOVE IT SO MUCH
#fanficiton#fanfic#ao3#ao3 writer#fanfic writer#a star trek fic got me listening to the crane wives#it was so good likeee#please besties keep doing silly things like that
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PT.4
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: From here until just before the end it’ll be split between Y/n and Denki. Different views on their lives and how things are going
MASTERLIST
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
The first meeting:
“I can’t even believe I agreed to this.” Katsuki huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/n only hummed, her eyes focused on the screen before her. She didn’t fail to notice the way Touya’s eyes flitted over to the blonde next to her, and she made a mental note to text Fuyumi about the latest development later. It had been over a year since the two friends had moved into their condo. 18 months if anyone asked Katsuki but Y/n preferred not to keep track. On this day, Y/n and Katsuki were going to meet the rest of Shoto’s bandmates. Last time Y/n had asked, Shoto had managed to find a bass player, and the man had somehow convinced Shinsou to be the band's keyboardist. The tingling of the bell alerted the shop's occupants to new arrivals. At the sight of familiar pink hair, Y/n’s face broke out into a grin. “Mina!” She cooed, moving from behind the counter to pull the woman into a hug. Mina’s fiance Hanta, moved around the woman to give Bakugo’s hand a shake. “It feels like forever since I last saw you!” The pink haired woman cried, squeezing her friend tight. Sero handed Katsuki a bag laden with vacation souvenirs. “There’s a bigger bag back at our place.” He huffed, causing the blonde to cackle. An hour later Hanta was discussing a future tattoo idea with Bakugo as Mina and Y/n chatted. Mina had taken up the couch in the waiting area, and Y/n was sitting perched behind the check-in counter. “Suki and I are going to meet Shoto’s band.” Y/n supplied, causing Mina to grin. “I want to know how the man convinced Shinsou to join.” “Shoto promised Shinsou a date if he’d join.” Touya supplied, leaning against the counter. Y/n let out an ugly noise as the shop door opened. As she and Mina cackled like the hyena’s they were, Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at the newcomer. “Shitty nerd.” He grunted, making his way toward the door. Standing at the entrance was a tall buff man, freckles splattered across his cheeks. His green curls were coifed nicely, and his undercut looked like it had been done within the last few hours. “Kachan!” The man supplied, face breaking out into a cheery grin. Katsuki wanted to say more, but Y/n’s wheezing was pissing him off. “Oi, shitty brat shut the hell up.” Izuku watched with nothing but amusement clear in his green irises as the woman on the couch tossed a pillow to the pretty woman behind the counter. He bit his lip when he watched the pillow make contact with the back of his childhood best friend's head, and laughed, when he watched his friend attempt to jump the counter. “Just for that you shithead, I’m not going to join the band.” Katsuki huffed, pouting. Y/n simply shrugged, taking a seat in her chair. “That’s fine. If you back out I’ll just rat you out to your mom.” The blonde was ready to strike again, when Izuku let out a chuckle. “Seems you’ve had your hands full Kachan.” He grinned, giving his blonde friend a wink. “I’m Izuku Midoriya! Kachan’s childhood best friend, and the front man of the band!” He supplied, giving the shop occupants a wave. At the man’s smile, Y/n’s stomach began churning.
3 months later
“You guys actually sound amazing” Natsuo shouted, causing the band members to wince. “Shut the hell up! We’re right in front of you dumbass!” Katsuki barked, chucking his drumstick at the other man’s face. “He’s having an adrenaline rush.” Shiggy grunted, handing Y/n a drink. “You guys were awesome.” Y/n smiled in thanks, taking a sip of the alcohol greedily. “Talk about a fucking show!” Rumi shouted, her new girlfriend blushing as she apologized for her girlfriend's loudness. “No worries Momo, believe it or not she’s that loud whether she’s at work or at a concert.” Y/n teased, patting the space next to her. “You guys were amazing!” She complimented as Y/n gave her hand a squeeze. “Thanks! This is our first show together believe it or not.” Before the woman could say more, Izuku and Shoto stepped through the curtain, the greenette all smiles. “That was great!” He cheered, giving their Bass player a high five. “We got held up talking to an agent. They said there’s a band battle comp coming up, and if we win it, they want to sign us in for a deal.” Touya let out a whistle, wrapping his arms around his volatile blonde boyfriend. “You gave them dad’s card right?” The man asked, as his brother nodded. “Let them know to set up an official meeting on Monday. The question is, do we want to do the competition?” Bakugo looked over at Y/n, snorting as he watched her whisper with Momo. She was in a really good place right now and he was worried that if they went to the competition; they’d run into the shit head and his “crew”. Y/n looked up from her drink, noticing that all eyes were on her. “Huh?” she squawked, causing Izuku to smile. “Sho and I met an agent after the set sweetheart. They want us to enter the band battle competition coming up. If we win, they’ll give us a contract.” he mumbled, kneeling down to her level. Y/n took a sip of her drink, giving Izuku a nod. “Let’s do it!” Katsuki let out a cough, his face turning serious. “If we do the competition, we’ll run into you know who.” He supplied. Y/n only scoffed, downing the rest of her drink. “Who gives a shit about that when we have a competition to win!” She shouted, causing everyone else in the room to cheer. Standing, Izuku scooped her up and spun her around. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed only slightly before Touya whispered quietly. “He’s not going to hurt her.” Katsuki only scoffed, stealing the beer in the other man’s hand. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Izuku watched as Y/n laughed at something his mother had said. His mother, Katsuki’s mother, and Shoto’s mother decided to host a picnic to celebrate the band’s upcoming competition. Y/n was all for a day of free food and drinks. Katsuki had spent a majority of the planning process arguing with his mom about catering before ultimately deciding he would do the cooking himself. Across the picnic tables, Katsuki could be seen arguing with Enji over burger patties. The older man was trying to explain to the blonde how to properly grill a stuffed patty but the blonde wasn’t having it. Touya was sitting with Mitsuki, the two gossiping like a couple of grandma’s. His bandmates were spread across the reserved area, conversing and hanging out. Touya shut the shop down and all his employees were spread out mingling and playing games. “You should ask her out.” Shoto supplied, taking a seat next to his best friend. Izuku let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sho.” The other man merely rolled his eyes, folding his hands and settling his chin a top them. “Anyone with eyes can see you have a thing for Y/n. Except for Y/n.” He huffed, as his best friend blushed. Izuku’s eyes searched for Y/n again, only to see her making Caramel apples with Shinsou little sister Eri. “I don’t want to mess up the band dynamic.” Izuku mumbled, as a hand whacked him on the back of the head. “Fuck off with that bullshit ya shitty nerd.” Katsuki griped, taking a long sip of his beer. “You’re not gonna hurt her. If you did, I’d kill ya.” The blonde declared, giving his friend a manic grin. “But I’m so sick of watching you pine. Just last month you put that chick in her place for invading your boundaries.” He scoffed as Shoto nodded. “You’ve known Uraraka in high school and before Y/n it never really bothered you that she would hug up on you and stuff.” Shoto supplied. “I didn’t want Y/n to get the wrong idea.” Izuku mumbled sheepishly. “Then fucking ask her out already. You’re not that shithead ex-boyfriend or whatever the loser wants to call himself.” Katsuki snarked, “Your mom looks like she’s going to keep her for the family if you don’t move any faster, and my ma said if you don’t do it then she’s gonna set her up with someone. Somethin about the woman being too good to be single.” Izuku could only roll his eyes, as he let out a sigh. “I’ll even help you out.” Katsuki grinned, barking out Y/n’s name.
The woman in question made her way over to her friends, a drink in her hand. “What’s up Suki?” Katsuki said nothing, as he gave Izuku the side eye. The green haired man ran his fingers through his curls as he took a breath. “I want to take you out Y/n. On a date.” He mumbled, unwilling to look her in the eye. Y/n blinked owlishly, her brain processing the man’s request. When it clicked, she let out a laugh, reaching out to grab his hand. “I’d love to go out on a date with you Izuku!” She cooed, giving his fingers a kiss. Izuku gave her a blinding grin. Around them, their friends and family cheered.
The date itself had been amazing. Katsuki made sure of it by insisting he cook them a 5 course meal. Izuku wanted to take Y/n to a restaurant but the blonde would hear none of it. The morning of the date, Katsuki had kicked Izuku out of his home to prep the courses. Izuku had spent the day on Shoto’s couch, trying not to psych himself out. When he went to pick Y/n up, she’d rendered him breathless. Upon the arrival to his home, Izuku and Y/n were both surprised to see that Katsuki had set them up on the patio outside. Izuku’s parents had bought him a house when he’d graduated, with a view of the nearby lake. Y/n and Izuku spent the evening sipping their wine and enjoying their dishes. There was never a lull in conversation and Izuku had never laughed so hard on any of the dates he’d been on before. It was now the end of the evening and the couple was currently standing outside Y/n’s door. “I had a really great time.” She grinned, as Izuku rubbed his neck sheepishly. “I had a really great time too sweetheart.” He mumbled, his cheeks tinting pink. “I um,” He began, as Y/n looked up at him curiously. “I wanted to tell you, that I want to take you out on another date. All the dates.” He began, clenching his fists at his sides. “This isn’t some kind of joke for me. I want to date you with the intention of being my girlfriend. I won’t ever treat you like that guy before, because you deserve everything. The title, the gifts, the communication, all of it.” He stated, eyes filled with determination. “You deserve all those things and so much more; and I want to be the one who gives that to you.” Izuku had been so lost in his rant that he hadn’t noticed the tears at the edge Y/n’s eyelids. “I might not be the best, but I promise I can work toward being the best for you.” He whispered finally looking at Y/n. He was surprised to see her crying, but she had the biggest smile on her face. “I would love nothing more.” Y/n whispered, pulling the man into a hug. “I promise, I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.” Izuku whispered, giving her a squeeze. “NOW PLANT A FAT FUCKING KISS ON HER AND GO THE HELL HOME!” Katsuki barked from behind the door. Y/n let out a laugh, as she heard Dabi make an ugly sound as he gave a full belly laugh. Izuku flipped the peephole off, swooping down to cover Y/n’s lips with his own.
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a/n: Next chapter will see a pov of how Denki is doing and what’s been going on in his life
#the one that got away#bnha fanficiton#bnha#bnha x reader#bnha x female reader#denki x female reader#denki kaminari#denki x reader#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#izuku midoria x reader#izuku midoriya x female reader
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Make my day in 3 easy steps
Read I've Got You on AO3
Leave a comment, no matter how long/short/sensical
Repeat steps 1 & 2
#fanficiton#ao3#I've got you#fanfic writer#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion romance#astarion#astarion x dark urge#dark urge
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Are you and Escapismqueen still looking for Chenford prompts or have you got enough? Did any spark inspiration? 🤔
Hello dear anon!
Thank you so much for asking! We're definitely inspired by what we've gotten so far, right now it's just a matter of finding the one we want to start with.. and then figuring out how to actually write it together.
But, aside from that, we're always happy to get more prompts. Just know that there's always the slight possibility that it will never see the light of day, or take us a year or two to get there. And I'm only kind of joking. 🫣
So if you got any you want to send our way, have at it. Always open to hear what you'd all be interested in reading 😊
And yes, we totally thought this through when we asked for prompts, right @escapismqueen? 😂
Anyway, thank you again for asking! Maybe we'll finally get off our butts and write... Hope you have a great day! ❤︎
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The battle to decide how you title fanfiction (using the name scheme of the franchise or franchise’s arcs or like normal fanfic)
#naderamblings#fanficiton#I’ve considered posting some of my other stuff before but I have an amount of anxiety that makes my brain so so scared and perhaps paranoid#but I’ve got like a few fics on backlog I’d consider posting
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i just finally finished reading RIA, and oh. my. god.
im not gonna bother you here *too* much, because i already wrote a VERY long comment on ao3 which im so sorry about 😭 im just a very expressive person
but i just came here to say - you should go into professional writing or something, i sweat to god. liab literally has me in a chokehold, the writing is so good
im literally so glad to have found your fics in 2021, they def helped me get through some tough times (no matter how dumb that sounds, but idc)
i love your work istg
Awwwwww I wuv you!!
Don’t ever be sorry about long comments on ao3 I am obsessed with them!!!
I am really glad my writing helped you get through some tough times. It really makes me happy I could be there for you in a way. I want you to enjoy the story and I appreciate you coming to tell me. You’re such a wonderful reader I cherish you!!
<3 LEAVE ME LONG COMMENTS FOREVER
#I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this#I love that you leave me comments every chapter#I ENJOY seeing the two ZZD in your username and your blonde anime icon haha#you’re so wonderful for doing that#& stopping by tumblr to also tell me#as for professional writing I doubt it#I’ll probably frolic in fanficiton for a long time haha#we’ll see!!#thank you again#(totally got your username wrong it’s zmdd but whatever I know it’s you when I see it haha <3)#zmdd2017#liab#ria#ask
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Prologue: It Wept Till There Was Nothing Left
Author's Note:
Hi guys! Welcome to the inside of my brain, where I think about Little Nightmares every waking moment of my existence. Love these games and I just want the kiddos to be happy and safe so I thought it'd be fun to write a happy AU.
Please note I have never read any other happy AUs for Little Nightmares so if you see similarities, firstly) they are definitely not on purpose, secondly) uuuh drop the link bestie I wanna see it.
To make the explanation of the final boss fight a little more emotionally labouring for Mono, instead of there being three different room patterns, I’ve upped it to a number closer to ten, so please don’t come for me like “actually, you only have to hit the music box three times in the battle sequence” I am well aware, I just think it’d have more impact if The Tower kept forcing him to fight monster Six! (Cause obviously angst is neat).
Also, the game (Little Nightmares II) has now taken place over a series of weeks rather than a few hours, for immersion and whatnot.
Wanna chat with me about this fic or other Little Nightmares-related topics, you can join The Pantheon discord server my friends and I run! The link is here!
Mono and Six escape from the collapsing tower by the skin of their teeth, deciding to bed down in the ruined apartment before moving on, Six’s hunger begins.
He’d just wanted to help, that was it. He wanted to save his friend after cowering in pain and fear from the Thin Man and get the hell out of this city, but when he finally got to The Tower, when he finally got to her, The Tower had stripped her of her innocence and turned her into a monster. Her limbs were twisted and broken, and her hair had grown out to cover her face but despite her intimidating size, she offered him sanctuary in that little room.
She offered her music box, a replica of the one she’d had when he found her in The Hunter’s cabin when he’d accidentally set into motion a series of events that would haunt them for the rest of their lives, most importantly, events that had put his friend in danger again, and again, and again. He felt as though he’d never forgive himself and as he sat there, watching the crank of the music box spin endlessly he realised that she had gotten what she wished for.
The Tower had turned Six into a Monster, bigger than any they’d encountered before, she was strong and formidable, nothing would ever hurt her again and that fact settled heavy like a stone in the pit of his stomach, The Tower had granted her wish for safety and strength in a way so twisted it had stolen her humanity, what was that old saying, something about being careful with wishes.
It seemed accurate given the world they’d grown up in, taking Six’s pleas and prayers and turning them into a cosmic joke. No matter how much they did to stay alive, to prove to the world that they belonged there, it would continue to spit in their faces and kick them while they were down. How hilariously cruel.
When he brought The Tower to him, the doors had opened in greeting and had welcomed him home. This building felt alive, the static of the transmission fizzing in the walls, climbing over his skin and wrapping around him like a safety blanket, he had to force himself not to buckle under the weight of feeling at home.
He’d never felt at home anywhere, not even before when he’d stayed with that group in the orphanage, way back when. A fire had started and then been put out, only for some nasty Adult to come along and snatch many of his pack away, to be consumed or passed along. He hid in a TV unit and when the creature looked down on him he wished with all his might to be anywhere else. Not a moment later was he spat out into long grass in the middle of a forest, found his way to Six, and as they became closer she had felt like home too.
Mono knew what he had to do, he couldn’t leave her like this. The Tower gave false promises, her Monster form wasn’t sustainable and eventually, the great monolith would consume her too, he could feel it in the way the transmission prickled on his skin, he could stay but she wasn’t welcome here.
At first he tried to reason with her, calling out to her, tugging on her sleeve but his voice seemed to hurt her, she flinched at his shouts and brushed him away as he hung off her arm. He hit the floor with a thud, sliding a little. As he brushed himself off and got to his feet he noticed the suitcase at the back of the room, a mallet lay on top of the wrinkled clothing. His heart sunk at the implication, he had to hurt her again.
And surely, this time, she wouldn’t forgive him.
He took a deep breath and picked the hammer up, he dragged it to her and he felt her looking down at him, could feel her begging him not to do it but doing nothing to stop him and with a heavy heart swung the mallet over his shoulder with all of his might.
It all happened in a flash, the tune he often found her humming when they bedded down for the night coming to an abrupt stop, the sound of twisting metal cut out to silence and when he opened his eyes all he could see was darkness, when he blinked again he was back in her room. The toys were replaced with Flesh and the building was collapsing, he was quick to move, running for the door.
Six was at his heels, screaming out in gargled distress. He felt his heart breaking for his friend as he once again tore her safety from her, he hoped to all hope that she would forgive him for this. But until she was herself again he had to focus on not getting flattened.
He weaved through the hallways, jumping chasms and trying to keep himself oriented as The Tower’s influence changed the form of the rooms with each doorway he passed through, he suspected The Tower wanted him dead, or at the very least trapped. He almost scoffed at the idea, considering it was The Tower that had left the mallet in her room. How was it his fault that he’d jumped to the most logical conclusion?
Six screamed again, as he flung himself through a hole in the wall, scrambling to take cover under a table, he held his breath, keeping as still as stone as she tore through the room, looking for him. She pushed her way through a closed door, thumping down the corridor and out of sight. He made a run for her but just missed her as the door she entered closed behind her.
But a familiar axe, stuck in the wood of the door that emitted a purple glow, told him everything. The Tower was mocking him and just like when he’d doomed Six in The Hunter’s cabin by carelessly chopping down the door to free her, he would have to doom her here too. This time he swore it would be different, he was never going to let anyone lay a finger on Six ever again.
With steeled determination he jumped for the Axe’s handle and broke through the door, she was in the centre of the room, hands covering her music box protectively. The static in The Tower felt different, stronger. The tune of the box was lilting due to the damage it had sustained, Mono picked up his axe and yelled.
“Hey!”
Six tore forward, smashing her fists as she went while he slipped through the hole in the door and was transported to the other side of the room, he sprinted as fast as he could, swinging down on the music box just as Six turned back around. The impact on the music box, which he now understood was some kind of tether that was causing her monster form, split the concrete floor, changing the shape of the room before he was plunged again into darkness.
He rushed pained, frightened breaths between his teeth as he felt the force of being thrown against concrete settle in his bird-like bones. He called out again, his voice echoing through the empty plain as he wandered aimlessly. Eventually he stumbled across his axe, stuck in the door again. The axe clattered to the ground as he grabbed it and with a powerful grunt he broke through the door once more.
He continued on like this, each time he made headway with the music box the room became harder to traverse, he had to think clearly about his movements or he’d be killed by his angry friend. Every yell hurt and angered her, drawing her away from the music box to move in on the static form he was leaving behind, it became a cycle.
Call out, run for your life, hit the music box, wake up in the void, find the door, do it again.
He’d lost count of the amount of times he’d opened his eyes to complete darkness but by what he guessed was the tenth time he almost couldn’t find it in him to get up, he felt tears welling up from the feeling of hopelessness that was consuming him. His body ached, his head was swimming and he could taste blood in his mouth. The Tower would keep making him fight her, he was sure this was his Divine punishment, for sentencing her to death all those weeks ago in the cabin, forcing her back out onto the street where it was infinitely more unsafe than being kept alive by a Hunter who seemed to be playing family. This was all his fault.
He wiped his eyes, breathing deep. This was it, he was putting an end to this now. If he and The Thin Man were alike enough that he could beat him at his own game, then he could bend The Tower to do his bidding too. He swung the axe, he counted the doors and the warped levels of the floor, looking for the axe and when he found it he screamed.
“HEY!”
Six was up, leaning down to swat at him as he tore through the doorway, he warped to the other side jumping for the axe, when he had a grip on it he moved swiftly as to avoid her next swing. He was through another doorway, yelling again and when he warped through, her back to him, he knew this was it.
He ran for the music box, heaved the axe over his shoulder and with one final, earth-shattering blow, the music box bent. When he pushed himself up from the floor this time, the room was different. The Flesh having closed in around them, it reeked of death, silt and ash. He looked up, Six was on the floor reaching forward in a final attempt to protect her music box.
She covered the bent metal trinket with her hands as Mono pulled the axe from the floor, when he approached he looked up at her again, her eyes pleaded with him, tears welling up in the corners of her bloodshot eyes, he cast her a sad look, there was nothing he could do, nothing he could say. None of it would fix this, it wouldn’t fix his mistake in The Hunter’s cabin or her kidnapping in The School, or setting The Doctor alight in The Hospital and it definitely wouldn’t fix his decision to not reach out to her in that apartment when The Thin Man chased them. The Thin Man that he’d freed due to his own morbid curiosity.
“You just had to know what was behind that door, didn’t you?” He whispered to himself.
He felt sick, but he couldn’t leave her like this. She'd been endlessly generous and kind to him despite it all, helping even though she wasn’t obligated to. At first, maybe she stayed out of necessity, knowing that parts of the city would be too dangerous to be alone in, but he was sure by the time they’d made it to the hospital that she was staying because she chose to, they’d played for hours in that toy room, trading secrets and knowledge, she’d taught him how to play make-believe and he’d taught her how to draw flowers.
And when she’d curled up on his lap to take a short nap, feeling her tension leave her, he promised himself that he’d continue to protect her, but Mono was never very good at keeping promises. He had always been unlucky and just like every other thing he wanted but could never have, Six was torn away from him too.
He called out to her one final time, fury at himself, The City, The Thin Man and The Transmission for ruining everything, poured into his desperate scream, Six flinched and he took his opportunity. The axe head collided with the music box and both he and Six were thrown backwards, he was on his feet quicker this time, and as her cries of agony bounced off the walls, she reached for the music box, its form glitching and tune warping, it’s true form becoming clear, it was a vessel keeping her distorted, Six’s monster form shifted and bowed under the pressure, limbs changing length and ragged pained breaths wheezing from her throat, she was so close, almost touching the metal but Mono swung quicker.
Mono’s final call echoed off the walls endlessly, the room went dark and when the strange purple light filled the room again, the music box was destroyed and his best friend was sitting there, looking at him. He couldn’t see her eyes but he felt the relief through his whole body. They stared at each other for a while, in shock that they were finally reunited and reality came crashing in, literally.
The Flesh that was The Tower’s true form was closing in, Mono yelled for Six frantically and they raced down the hallway. All he knew was run, don’t look back, just keep moving, the mantra he’d yelled in his head whenever something gave chase. Mono couldn’t hear anything over the rushing of blood in his ears as he hurried to keep up with Six, not daring to spare a look behind him at the brick and mortar that had given way to walls of flesh.
They jumped, climbed and weaved as The Flesh closed in and as he could see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel the flesh eyes tripped him up, Six made it across the skinny crumbling walkway, chunks of it falling away under her feet, she jumped a small chasm that had fallen and collapsed to her knees on somewhat solid ground, catching her breath and then turning back to him and reaching out her hand, like she’d down a thousand time before.
Six had seen it before Mono had, he was going to run out of road and he’d need to jump the gap, he would fall short without her help, he reached for her and leaped as he felt the ground give way beneath him. He closed his eyes and hoped that she’d catch him, just one more time he pleaded in his head. He felt her fingers around his wrist gripping for dear life.
He chanced a look up at her, The Flesh had stopped moving in, she was looking down at him with a blank expression as he hung limply, helplessly, vulnerably over the ledge. Was she going to drop him? She wouldn’t, would she? He thought briefly that she’d be right to do it, after everything he put her through. He swung his legs, sweaty hand scrabbling at the concrete of the broken ledge for support, trying to pull himself up, but he couldn’t get a solid hold,
“Six!” He yelled, chancing a look at the abyss below, he wouldn’t survive a fall this high, “please pull me up.”
She didn’t answer, continuing to stare, like she wasn’t really there. He looked down again, panic welling up in his stomach, oh my god, she was going to drop him.
“SIX!” His frantic, panicked desperation seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she was in. She shook her head minutely and breathed his name with a kind of horror he never wanted to hear again.
She heaved him up over the ledge, and he shook violently as he placed his hands and knees on solid ground, Six looked perturbed, unsure of what to do or say, which didn’t last long as Mono rushed forward to crush her into a hug.
“I thought you were going to drop me.” He repeated over and over again in a terrified whisper, Six didn’t say anything but she did return the hug.
“Let’s get out of here,” She whispered as she stood up, pulling him along with her. They hobbled to the TV screen plastered to the wall, arms slung over each other's shoulders to keep them standing upright, the static felt warm on their skin as they pushed against the glass.
They slid through the static, passing through The Flesh tunnel and then hitting the floor. The TV behind them cast white light onto the ground and they both breathed hard, trembling uncontrollably on the cold wood flooring.
Six was the first to stand, her movement catching Mono’s attention, in her casted shadow was a glitching image of… herself?
Was The Tower not destroyed? Surely it couldn’t survive without The Thin Man, the shadow stared Six down, her hands shook in fear as the shadow cast a glance over to a flyer laying on the floor in the corner, she looked back at Six and giggled, the sound making Mono’s blood run cold.
And as fast as the glitching shadow had appeared it was gone, the room bathed in darkness as the TV powered off, it was silent and then Six’s stomach growled painfully, she keened forward, hugging her torso and falling back down to her knees.
Mono was on his feet, grabbing Six by the shoulders, her face was twisted in pain.
“Are you okay?” He asked, Six grabbed one of his wrists and shook her head frantically.
Mono turned his attention to the flyer the shadow had been so preoccupied with, he pat her shoulder before going over to investigate.
The flyer had a picture of something fish-like, with the word “MAW” in big, bold letters across the top.
“Always the same time, never the same place, all-you-can-eat ocean vessel experience,” Mono read out loud with some difficulty, “all-you-can-eat! Six, look at this!”
He rushed over to her, paper in hand. She took hold of the paper, reading it over herself, flipping the page where three words were scrawled in black ink.
East Coast Harbour.
“East… Coast… Harbour?” She read, eyes squinting at the near illegible handwriting. “East coast? That’s not far from here.”
“So that’s where we’ll go!” Mono suggested excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“What?!” Six exclaimed in shock.
“We’ll go to The Maw! There’ll be an endless supply of food, we’ll be far away from the shore and the city, it’s perfect!” He paced back and forth, getting more animated as his plan fell into place. Six wasn’t so sure, waving her hands out frantically to grasp his attention.
“Woah, Woah. Hang on, let’s think this through-”
“What is there to think through?” He argued.
“The fact that The Maw is an Adult experience, if we sneak onto that boat and get found out, we’ll be killed. You’ve heard the stories just as much as I have, no kid who boards The Maw escapes.” Six didn’t have to mention what kind of food was on the menu, they both knew very well what happens to the kids who are found in the bowels of The Maw. The Janitor was blind, not stupid.
“But don’t kids get shipped out there all the time?”
“Yeah, dying kids.”
A silence was drawn between them. They weren’t going to come to an agreement on this so instead, Six offered a compromise. Clearing her throat she wrung her hands together, speaking carefully now.
“Look, we don't even know if what just happened will happen again. We’ll move east anyway, no use staying in the city but let's keep The Maw as a last resort.”
“Fine, but I’m keeping an eye on you, and if I think your pain is getting worse we find a way to board The Maw. Deal?”
“Deal.”
It took them two weeks to get from the lonely little apartment in the city to the coastline and along their travels, she’d managed to find a paper bag to replace the one Mono gave up to fight The Thin Man, she’d been keeping an eye out after he’d told the story to her, how terrified and powerless he’d felt, she took it upon herself to find a replacement as he cycled through the growing hat collection he had stowed away in his coat. Mono was ecstatic when she gave it to him, quickly but carefully tearing out some eye holes and modelling his look.
“How do I look?” He giggled, Six smiled reaching forward to adjust the bag a little bit.
“Perfect, it’s just like the one from before!” Mono gave a silly bow at her acceptance, the pair laughing at his antics, he pulled the bag off, however, folding it up and putting it away. Six’s expression was puzzled.
“You know what I look like, and you don’t think I look strange so I don’t have to wear it around you,” Mono’s genuine grin made Six’s chest warm, happy that her friend felt more confident with her around, “I’ll hang on to it though, it’s a gift from you so it’s even more special!”
And things were good for a while, scavenging for food, finding safe shelter to sleep in, exploring all manner of abandoned buildings, that was until Six’s condition started to worsen.
They dubbed the pain and aggression she’d been exhibiting Hunger Pangs or more simply Hunger. It had started small, almost nonexistent at first, easily satiated by scavenging for food scraps but by the end of the first week Six had started becoming more aggressive than normal, often turning on Mono when he tried to help. He knew not to take it personally, that she wasn’t well, that she was in pain, but that didn’t stop his feelings from getting hurt when she lost her temper or pushed him over.
By the end of the second week, however, Six had developed a fever. She ignored the burning of her skin initially, making it to the harbour, whether they decided to try and board The Maw or not, was the most important thing.
She did not account for how awful it would feel to push her body to its limit to manage that feat, and one evening, as she and Mono were walking through a back alley, she collapsed. Waking up inside a building, with Mono fretting over her, her memory had been spotty as the fever set in, making her delirious. She tried to use what little strength she had to fight Mono as he tried to remove her layers in hopes of cooling her down, the ordeal ending in her sleeping fitfully with her blue cardigan resting under her head and her yellow raincoat draped over her lower body.
Mono chanced a look through the kitchen cabinets in the other room, finding a couple of cans of soup. He wasn’t able to warm them up, the oven unit being too big to use on his own. He was just relieved that the cans had pull tabs.
Despite her hunger, he found it impossible to feed her. She wasn’t really awake enough to eat but they’d gone so long without anything he wasn’t sure what else could be the cause of her sudden illness, it was hours before her fever came down enough for her to be lucid, Mono hadn’t slept a wink, terrified that a stray Viewer might find them.
“Six? Are you awake?” He wondered as he stroked her bangs away from her sweaty forehead, she made a small noise but didn’t say anything else. “You don’t have to worry about anything at all! I’m gonna take really good care of you, before you know it you’ll be back on your feet and we can get onto The Maw and you’ll never have to go hungry again.”
Mono worries his bottom lip at her lack of response, her breath was shallow too and something about that made him worried, but he wasn’t sure why.
“You know I’m really worried about you, when you fell down outside I thought you’d died, and it was so hard to drag you in here. I didn’t realise how heavy sleeping people are.” He paused. “You are just sleeping, right? ‘Cause if you’re just sleeping, it’ll be okay! And I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything you want. So if it’s bad you can tell me.”
Mono curled in close to Six, letting her rest her head on his chest. Continuing to comb his fingers through her damp hair.
“Yeah, you’ll tell me.”
Next Chapter
#little nightmares#little nightmares happy au#LN Fairy's Happy AU#six little nightmares#mono little nightmares#i love these kiddos so much and they deserve all the love#i put my whole soul into writing out the boss fight scene can you tell?#hello little nightmares tumblr it's nice to meet you#pls be kind i am very afraid#been about 5 years since i wrote fanficiton#found family trope my beloved#And So The Rain Stopped#edit: changed my mind no more reader insert character cause I got attached to my own one lol#dec 2021
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Hi! Have the first ~250 words of an EraserMic WIP I’ve been working on? Posting it here and now because I don’t know if I’ll follow through if I don’t put it somewhere, and slapping it below a cut because it’s a little ~spicy~.
Summary:
Just because they've done this before doesn't mean it's a good idea to do this shitfaced drunk. Hizashi's sure they both know that somewhere deep down.
He just doesn't think either of them care.
(Current) Tags & CWs: 18+, EraserMic, ABO, Alpha Aizawa Shouta, Omega Yamada Hizashi, Drunk Sex
Just because they've done this before doesn't mean it's a good idea to do this shitfaced drunk. This is probably a bad idea, and Hizashi's sure they both know that somewhere deep down.
He just doesn't think either of them really care.
As Shouta finally - finally - gets the keys in the lock, gets the door open, Hizashi's pushing him inside, pressing all his weight into the small of Shouta's back to make the alpha shuffle forward that much faster. The sound of their door slamming shut is a distant consideration for the part of his mind that still cares about things like media scandals and maintaining an image; the rest of him is much more interested in getting a foot behind Shouta's, in taking a grip on his elbow and spinning the alpha around to face him.
Shouta's back hits the wall, and for a moment, nine years of unanswered instincts and desires want to flare to life. Hizashi sees the snarl more than he hears it, sees Shouta’s lips peel back to bare those wickedly sharp alpha fangs, but before Shouta can growl, or snap, or press forward on his own, Hizashi’s pushing again, pushing and pushing and pushing.
Their lips meet in a kiss that’s on the edge of too hard, sloppy with alcohol and years of pent up want. Against all odds, and against the instincts that would prefer it if he let Shouta be the one to pin him against the wall, it’s Hizashi who’s growling against Shouta’s skin, desperate for something he can’t put into words. He wants, and he feels bold and confident and in control in a way he hasn’t been able to even dream of since he was waking up at fifteen, sweaty and hot and not knowing what it meant.
#erasermic fanfic#wip#omegaverse#abo#alpha!aizawa#omega!yamada#my wips#fanficiton#its all gonna be smut my friends#ive got abt 2k finished but i need to tie the pieces together and make it coherent#im generally bad at finishing stories but im optomistic about this one#wish me luck#i dont post much so sorry if i missed any tags etc
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HOLY SHIT!! ALINA FUCKING STARKOV!11!!!!
#shadow and bone tv show favourite fanficiton#don't know how to feel about the crows being involved in the ravkan matters but ALINA BABYGIRL#also wylan! baby!#kaz falling into the water like oh my god things are going great#jessie mei li if you're free next thursday then im free#i know s2 is not going to be Quite as good as i'd wish but the trailer got me suuuper hyped ngl#shadow and bone#grishaverse
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A tidbit from my story: "Life of a Dandelion" chapter: Turning Corners, on Fanfiction.net
Logan walked out of the foyer to track down the smell and find its source, Jessie was close on his heels, he turned his face to her and she stopped in his tracks knowing what came next.
"You gotta stay here kid." Her father told her, she rolled her eyes and took a few steps toward him.
"I can take care of myself dad, ok?" He folded his arms and raised his eyebrow at her, that girl and her father had the same attitude, so telling her no about anything was challenging, even for her mom.
"I know you can so-"
"Then why can't you let me come with you? You're the one who lost your healing, I have mine... what if you need help?"
"Jessie"
"What if it's Sabretooth and you need my help defeating him?"
"If it's Sabretooth then I don't want you with me." Logan and his daughter said most of that together, Jessie was so used to her dad telling her not to be there when he was fighting baddies, especially Sabretooth, she thought that was stupid, I mean seriously the name sabretooth sounds like what a little kid would choose for a villain name.
"Why not? I'm younger than you, I've got more claws than you!" She said unsheathing five claws one in each of her fingers, instead of like what her dad had in his fists.
"Jess, I've told you before I-"
"That what he's dangerous? His fighting style is stupid, both your fighting styles are!"
"Hey! Now that's not fair." Logan said taking on a disappointed expression,
"Well aren't you the one who always tells us to mix it up, and not to be predictable? You and him are so predictable it's embarrassing to watch! I'd rather fight him like mom would and be up in the air beating his ass rather than getting my ass beat!"
"So you're sayin' he could beat me more than I beat him?" He asked her,
"Well yeah! I mean you guys have been fighting for ages! Mom would've cleaned the danger room with his face a long time ago."
"No, no, your mom doesn't fight him, I do. Alright? I don't let your mom or you kids get into a brawl with him because I know what he'd do if he got his hands on you."
"And what would he do?"
"He'd tear you apart! That's what he'd do... and then he'd come back and throw what's left in my face." You could see in his face that he really didn't want to say that, but he had to do something to let them know what was going to happen if they got involved with him. Her dimeanor changed, he should've expected that knowing she didn't back down easily, just like her mother.
"I wouldn't let that happen and you know that! I'm strong!"
"All kids are cocky, alright every kid thinks they could whoop ass until they meet somethin' they can't handle and come back in pieces..."
"But I can fly! Can he do that?"
"No,"
"Can he maneuver in the air?"
"No,"
"Can he control lightning?"
"No but that's not the point!"
"I bet I could kill him in the time it took you to get one slice on his body."
"Hey! You don't kill your enemies"
"Unless it's absolutely necessary, I know dad."
"Right."
"Look, I'm coming with you and there's nothing you can do about it this time, ok dad?" She said mimicking him in his composure.
If you'd seen it you would've laughed as seeing the Wolverine face off with his daughter was actually quite entertaining, so much so that there was a little bit of a crowd growing around them, and some of them were snickering because the man that always gave them a hard time was getting some of his own medicine from his kid and he couldn't do much about it.
#wolverine#storm#x-men#ororo munroe#logan howlett#marvel#rolo#x men fanfiction#Ororo and Logan's family#Jessie's got her dad's spunk and all he can do is deal with it#d rtist dzinr#fanficiton#Logan lost his healing factor
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How long yall think this fic is gonna be? I don't see it fitting in under 200k anymore
#😬#ive got a lot to say#i dont want to say itll end up 400k because thats HUGE and i dont currently seeing it getting that long#but i can see 260k-300k#idk it just keeps getting bigger#its expanding#the plots are getting figured out#i am not going to rush it#letting it come to me is working really well#not putting restrictions on myself#my writing#my fanficiton#jca fanfiction#jca enforcers fanfiction
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#game of thrones#fanficiton#otto hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#unwin peake#my ocs#a song of ice and fire#original character#house of the dragon#got fanfiction#asoif fanfic#queue#laenor velaryon#queued post#jacaerys velaryon#asoif/got#lucerys velaryon#hotd spoilers#my stuff
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A completed collection of 28 one-shots all showcasing Imogen & Laudna in a variety of prompts and universes.
Relationship: Imogen x Laudna
Word Count: 38,923
Death. Merfolk girl. Lightning. Naked Fearne. Delilah!? Fleeing a prison, stuck in the hole, coming back to life, crashing at your ex's stronghold for a week 'cause technically you killed your patron!
Everything is written into a semi-canon compliant Exandria. (no modern/real world AUs) There’s angst and humor, fated first meetings and earnest confessions of love, dead rats and dead people, cute slice-of-life moments. Just a lovely amalgamation of universes for Imogen and Laudna to interact with each other again and again.
Read it on AO3
list of prompts under read more
mini summaries and (word counts)
Strange First Meeting (457) - Classic meet cute.
Caught in the Rain (681) - Imogen deals with stress.
What's up, doc? (392) - Just a cute caring for the other moment.
Second Love (892) - Imogen is leaving. Laudna is worried.
Roadtrip/Backpacking (885) - Sometimes it's not always best to go off the beaten path.
Pirate AU (948) - They're not pirates.
Pull a Rabbit Out of a Hat (443) - FCG doesn't like magicians.
Going Down a Rabbit Hole (1427) - They say drugs can open your mind.
Soulmate AU (1828) - Marks and tattoos on one's body glow when you think about your soulmate or are around them.
Opposites (1076) - Laudna is dead. Imogen reads her journal.
Why Are You Naked in my Bed? (538) - It's Fearne.
Secret Admirer (1168) - Laudna has a secret admirer.
Vampire AU (1071) - The hunger brings interesting developments.
Merfolk AU (2217) - Laudna finds a hidden lake.
Fairy Tale AU (2041) - Once upon a time Matilda got a second chance at life.
Starting a New Tradition (1158) - La Calamity: An Exandrian Opera
Fake Dating (1691) - In the name of undercover work.
Curses (712) - She’s blue! Again!
Blood is Thicker Than Water (1128) - Laudna will always support her girl...
Trapped Together (894) - 10 minutes in the hole.
College AU (1822) - Pining from a distance means nothing when Fearne gets involved.
Plenty of Fish in the Sea (1448) - Sad girl Imogen. [2nd person POV]
Crime/Mafia AU (3387) - Years have passed since Imogen and Laudna have seen each other.
Flotsam and Jetsam (1138) - Flotsam are things in the water deliberately thrown overboard. Jetsam are things in the water as the result of a shipwreck.
Lighthouse Keeper AU (5364) - Imogen finds an abandoned lighthouse and maybe a friend.
What's the Worst That Could Happen? (1539) - Laudna gets a job as a prison guard.
Nontraditional Format (1346) - FCG wrote a script.
Still Waters Run Deep (934) - Laudna loves the little things about Imogen. [2nd person POV]
#imodna#imogen temult#laudna#southern gothic#imodna fic#critical role#fanficiton#lol i forgot to post this#OBSSESED WITH HOW I THOUGHT I'D BE ABLE TO WRITE SHORT FICLETS#anyway these were really fun#first time writing for these peeps so it was def scary#but I think I got the hang of it as the prompts grew#may have to do it again someday or write one longer story#my writing
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What in the actual fanfic craziness is the line "Chris is out of town for a few days"
Edmundo, be serious. He's 13, not a middle aged business man.
Why wasn't the line, "he's spending spring break with his grandparents in Texas." Or "he joined the <<insert after school activity here>> and they have an away meet or whatever." At least send him one endless sleepovers like a fanficiton writer for goodness sake.
Out of town. Out of town so daddy have have relationship issues. Well, buddy I've got a feeling your daddy has a few more crisis on the docket so I hope your mandarin is good because you've got some deals to land in China.
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Okay so like. Mauga/Moira (lovingly calling it Moiga cus it’s an awful name) right? I’m writing a fanficiton so I don’t want to delve too deep into my thoughts for it but essentially what I’m seeing for them is like.. neither one of them have any sort of real romantic inclination towards the other (like 5% on Maugas side and a whopping 0% on Moiras side) BUT I think Mauga has a thing for healers (see: baptiste and lifeweaver) and he also likes how uptight Moira is because she’s easy to rile up and mess with. Also I mean like, she’s very attractive and she’s got this sort of mean cougar thing going on that’s doing something for him. He probably flirts with her in a joking way because he’s not exactly in the market for a romantic partner and Moira has no interest in him and he’s aware of that.
HOWEVER!! He does show a pretty obvious sexual attraction towards her and I have this headcanon that Moira like.. when she knows someone wants to fuck her she’s just kinda like? Yeah sure let’s do it. Even if she doesn’t have any interest in them. It’s a problem and she’s burned a lot of people in the past because of it. But what’s nice about Mauga is he isn’t looking to be in a relationship with her, he’s just looking to blow off some steam, so she might as well too. There is only one downside to this. Just because they are fucking does not mean he does not continue to be a smart ass. He probably LOVES making jokes and fucking with her while they are having sex, and it infuriates Moira to no end, but she still goes along with it anyways.
(As a side note, I think Moira also, secretly, has a thing for people who are much larger than her, because it’s kind of a rare thing for her. Usually she’s like, the tall dominant one? So when it’s flipped she usually gets off on it in some way or another)
#do I sound insane? because I feel insane#anyways they typically do it doggy style or Moira riding him#but typically she doesn’t like facing him because he’s gonna say some stupid joke and if she sees him making that goofy ass grin..#QNA
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No Duolingo, no problem
Jere Pöyhönen / Käärijä x Fem! Reader
Summary: You moved to Finland a few weeks ago and can't seem to feel at home: you're starting at a new job, you don't understand the language, you're kind of going through a break up... One tired and cold evening you head into the first bar you can find and briefly meet a cute guy you can't stop thinking about for the next few weeks. You try to forget about him, but when you go back to the same bar for some random gig your coworkers have invited you to go to, you find him again. [This takes place way before Eurovision]
Word count: 5.9k
Warnings: English isn't my first language and I got a little lazy mid writing. Also they smoke a vape oops (seriously now don't do it it's shit for your health). Maybe smut implications at the end?
A/N: I didn't know what to name this lmao. I cannot believe I wrote fanficiton for the first time in YEARS because I fell in love with a Finnish guy after watching Eurovision. Anyway, I noticed an enormous shortage of Jere fics and decided to risk my final exams to serve the people. I hope it's worth it! Also apologies if the Finnish translation is shit I used a random website for it lol
Glossary:
"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi" -> "Sorry, you dropped your coat"
"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä" -> "Jere, we are sitting at the back table"
"Olen tulossa" -> "I'm on my way"
"Hetkinen, kiitos!" -> "One moment, please!"
"Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua" -> "Jere, you're on in ten minutes"
"Minä menen nyt" -> "Coming"
"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" -> "Hi everyone, how are we doing today?"
"Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella" -> "Thank you, Mikko, I really appreciate it"
"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" -> "How dare she come here?"
"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" -> "We'll have to make use of it"
"Mikä on sana?" -> "What's the word?"
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It was cold. Hell, it was colder than she could have ever imagined before coming here. Sure, she had checked the country's temperatures before moving, researched online about what to expect for someone who was used to easy winters, had bought the fuzzy-fur-on-the-inside-boots and the heavy jacket and all that was recommended to face the never-ending snowing. But still, it somehow hadn't been enough.
A job offer and the need to find some new purpose to latch onto had led (Y/N) here. Now three weeks in, with no friends and hardly a place to call her home had helped regret start to settle in. So many things felt out of her control: the way her colleagues seemed to think she was a mess, the cashiers at the supermarket sighing because she still didn't understand the language, everyone from her hometown rolling their eyes when she announced she was leaving in a way that meant you're not gonna make it.
Yet being thrown outside her comfort zone, and being forced to move on however she could manage, made her feel at least some kind of thrive. Which was far more than she had back home.
As she walked down the street for some place to find shelter in, hands shaking and breaths almost uneven, a neon sign caught her attention. Even though she couldn't figure out the name, it looked like a pretty okay bar. She didn't need much convincing anyway; anything would do to get out of this freezing gale. She made her way in.
The warmth was a instant relief. Stripping down from the many layers of upper clothes, she took a quick glance to check the place out. Not many people, which was fair for a Wednesday evening. There was low music playing, mild chatter and a bunch of people sitting alone in the stools, which was a relief. At least she wouldn't be the only one.
As she ordered a beer (one of the few phrases she had made sure to master) she felt her hands come alive again. The beverage came along and she took a long, much anticipated sip. It tasted significantly different from the brands she was used to, but it was just fine. Alcohol is alcohol.
Finally feeling at ease, she took her phone out and started mindlessly scrolling through social media to kill some time. It was still early in the evening since she had just gotten out from work. An extra challenging day is what had led her to wander outside for a bit instead of heading back to the dull apartment she hadn't even been able to decorate yet. Going home right after would've led her to start overthinking if this job was even right for her, if she had gone crazy by moving hundreds of kilometres away from what she's always known, if her ex-girlfriend had been right when she accused her of being too impulsive, if it would be such a bad thing to give it up already and leave—
"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi", she heard a voice say behind her.
When she turned around to give her "sorry I still don't speak Finnish" speech, she was met with a blue-eyed, dark-haired, funky but sweet looking guy holding her jacket, which she now understood had fallen to the floor. It caught her by surprise that she somehow forgot how to speak for a brief moment.
"Oh! Thank you, I hadn't noticed it was on the floor" she ended up answering, taking the jacket back as the man handed it to her with a confused look in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not from here. I don't speak Finnish yet" she added with a small chuckle.
"No, don't worry, Finnish, uh- hard language to learn" he answered through an amusing smile, with a thick accent and a clear struggle to speak English.
She half laughed at his answer. Until now, people hadn't been so kind about the language-barrier impediment. "Yes, it is a little bit", she followed, now taking in his appearance.
Painted nails. Double nose piercings. Earrings. Facial hair. A bowl cut? Interesting choice, but it suited him surprisingly well. Her brain decided through that brief examination: he was cute. Attractively cute.
"You can try Duolingo. I use for my English, but don't work very very well" the man said the second part more as a correction to himself, making both of them laugh from the random half advice. He tried to fix it: "Maybe for you works better".
"Maybe. I'll check it out. Thank you again" her response was going to be followed by an invitation for him to sit down with her, as she felt a sudden wave of boldness: I need to make some friends in this town or else I'll go crazy. But a group of three other guys that had come in after him caught her stranger's attention.
"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä", one of them said to him, while walking to a table at the back corner of the bar.
"Olen tulossa" he turned around to answer, then looked at her once more, "I go now with my friends. Enjoy your beer" he smiled and small-waved goodbye, as she copied his gesture. "Enjoy your evening".
That small interaction was enough for her to spend the next half hour looking up from her phone, which she had retreated to, to glance at him from time to time. His group of friends and him seemed to be having a good time, and she enjoyed the view of him. He looked like a very interesting person, too, and if she was being honest, she hadn't been struck by someone new in quite some time. Not by her neighbors, not by the people she was starting to coincide with at the grocery shop, not even by her co-workers.
She noticed him looking at her from time to time as well.
When her glass was empty and just as the clock on her phone struck seven, she got up and got prepared to face the freezing wind once again. At least it wasn't that long of a walk to her place.
She lingered for a moment before exiting the bar, then finally did so while warning herself not to get too caught up on the nice stranger she suddenly felt she was leaving behind. It was just a one minute interaction. You probably won't see him again. Quit this teenager act. Focus on the important tasks ahead of you.
It was already pitch black outside, snow accumulated on the sidewalks, the air was even colder than before.
Excitement started to bubble up in the pit of her stomach.
...
Two weeks had gone by and although she had been meaning to return to the bar, she just hadn't find the time to do so. Once the job's training period ended, the hectic rythm started. In her free time, when she wasn't taking care of the house or just resting, she was trying to find some language academy where she could actually properly learn Finnish. Cute guy had been right: Duolingo just didn't do the trick.
She had hoped he would appear around the neighborhood, that maybe he lived nearby. But there had been no luck. It was fine, though. She knew she would let go of it rather quickly at that point, it's not like she had been thinking about his addictive smile or pretty eyes or soft-looking hands. Not at all.
It was Friday, and some acquaintances from work she had managed to pull off had invited her to a small gig. She didn't even remember the musician's name nor did she know where it was going to be, but nevertheless she was happy to go and actually get to have some fun with other people. Who knows, cute guy might even be there.
She didn't even realize they were headed to the bar until they were right in front of it. Inside, a small stage platform had been set up and tables and chairs had been removed to make space for the audience. It wasn't very spacey anyway, the place could hold about a hundred people squeezed together tops.
"Huh, hadn't even thought of this place as a venue" she let her thoughts trail out loud.
"Have you been here before?" her coworker Aubrey, who she had slightly bonded with because she was also a foreigner, asked her. "Only once" the girl explained, already searching for a certain someone's face in the crowd. "So, who have you brought me to see tonight?" she asked, in the hopes of at least getting some conversation non-work related flowing. "I don't really know, coming here was Mikko's idea. He's always trying to get us into these weird small rap-rock Finnish bands, and listen, I've lived here for over a year now and I still don't really get the hype" Aubrey explained making both of them laugh "But it always ends up being fun when we go out" she added.
The rest of the group had moved forward to get a good spot near the humble stage, as Mikko babbled on and on about nonsense the two women couldn't figure out from the distance. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom real quick. Mind saving me a place?" (Y/N) asked her colleague, who answered affirmatively.
She made her way through the crowd in between "excuse me's" and "sorry's" but got there with quite ease. One of the two toilet doors had a sign that read "Out of order", so she knocked on the one that was left to check if anyone was inside. A voice that sounded vaguely familiar came from the other side: "Hetkinen, kiitos!"
Nervousness suddenly struck her. Is this who I think it is?
When the door opened there was no doubt. Cute stranger was standing in front of her.
"Oh! Hello" he blurted out just as he saw her, sounding surprised. Today he was wearing eye makeup and bottom eyeliner, which suited him very, very well. He has such a pretty face.
She realized now she had not been able to get over this guy in the two weeks of not seeing him, even though she didn't even know his name.
"Hi" was all she could manage to say. She had been looking for him when she entered the bar but she was convinced he was not actually going to be there, "It's good to see you!" she added, as a way of avoiding an awkward silence.
"You as well. You, uh, you come to... concert?" he inquired, struggling to find the last word while pointing towards the direction where the stage was to make sure he was being understood.
She noticed he was wearing an all yellow outfit that consisted of corduroy pants and a button up. He looks good in it.
"Yes, some work friends brought me here. But if I'm being honest I don't even know who's playing" she confessed, slightly covering her mouth with one of her hands to joke around, as if she had spilled a dark secret. Stranger burst out laughing. His laugh was cute. "Do you know if he's good? I wanna know if I'll be wasting my time or not" she asked him, pretending to be a diva to keep his laugh going.
He had his arms crossed and his tongue between his teeth as he slightly giggled. "No, I think he's pretty ok. I think you will like, even if no understand" his answer was playful and accompanied with another small laugh. She continued joking around, this time putting her hands up in pretend self defense "Hey, I'll try my best. Maybe using Duolingo for two days actually did something" she shot back, realizing after saying those words that she had just told Mr. Stranger she had followed his advice.
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head playfully "You did what I say to you" he stated. "Yes, but you were right. It's not really helpful. Now I just keep getting emails from the goddamn owl and feel scared that he's going to find me and kill me for not going back to the app" she explained exaggeratedly, which made their giggles grow bigger and even he bent his knees with laughter.
Their little chit-chatting was cut when a man who looked like he had been searching for someone stopped in his tracks at the beginning of the bathroom hall and shouted at them: "Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua". She turned around to look at the source of the voice and then back at stranger when he answered "Minä menen nyt". She wished she knew what they were saying, but she assumed it had just been his friend telling him to hurry up. Also, was Jere his name? She had heard it two times already.
"Someone's always calling out for you", she commented when they were left alone again. "It's because me popular, yes yes" he joked, putting a hand to his chest and shrugging. "Listen, I go now. Concert starting soon" he explained, pointing out to the stage's direction once again "I see you there?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he put a hand to her shoulder, looking into her eyes. His blue ones had her mind going blank for a moment. That seemed to happen a lot when he was around. "Uh- yeah, sure, see you there". He smiled again then moved past her to return to the hall. She stared at him leave as she opened the door to the bathroom and finally went inside, smiling to herself and biting her bottom lip.
She hurried back once she was finished not only in fear of missing out the start of the concert, but more so in fear of not finding him again. Aubrey raised her hand to catch her attention and she followed the lead back to the group. The place was packed, it was hot, and there was a lot of chatter going on.
"What took you so long?", Aubrey asked as she got to her side, just in front of the stage, "They're about to start". (Y/N) was standing on her tiptoes and turning her head in all directions. She had just talked to him and the bar was not that big: where the hell had he hid himself?
"There was a long line to the bathroom..." she started off distantly, then turned to face Aubrey "Hey, this is going to sound weird, but have you seen-" just when she was going to make the question, she noticed some people walking up to the stage and everyone started cheering.
As she looked up, she couldn't have been more dumbfounded.
It was him. Mr Stranger was the one performing tonight.
"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" he shouted out to the public, (Y/N) assumed as a way of greeting everyone. He took no time noticing she was right there, which made him grin even wider. "I see we have international people tonight. Good" he said while looking directly at her. She felt her coworkers eyes on her.
"Do you know him?" Aubrey whispered-shouted to her, "I- uh, no, yes? Briefly" she responded back as he continued on in Finnish. She remembered the question she had made him earlier and mentally facepalmed. This cheeky dude. Lying to her face just so he could later get her reaction.
Since there was no way of understanding what he said, she concentrated on what she could see. Two men behind him wearing pink shirts and shorts and sunglasses. A DJ table, no instruments. There was a sign hanging from the wall that read "Käärijä". Was that his artistic name? She was very intrigued by everything going on and wondered what genre he was going to play.
She had no idea what was coming.
As soon as he stopped talking and the music started playing, his demeanor changed. His stare became fiercer, his movements provocative and unleashed. He walked around the stage like he owned it, stared at the audience like he knew they would do whatever he asked them. Every beat before he started singing rumbled inside her, made her hold her breath in anticipation. She let it out once the words started to fall from his mouth.
The lyrics could have been shit for all she knew. His deep voice, the exotic pronunciation, the hard rapping from the boy who had seemed so sweet and wholesome but was now showing another side of him, the song's rhythm and tone. She was all in. So in, that her body started swaying to the sound almost like an automatic response, and jumped around alongside everyone else when the music demanded to do so.
"Ok, he's really good" she said to her coworkers as the crowd sung alongside him. "Mikko, you were right, he's really good" she insisted to the boy beside her, who was clearly enjoying himself. "I told you!" he answered amidst chanting, "Jere is my most talented friend". Oh, okay. Mental note taken.
As he performed his songs, (Y/N) couldn't help but admire the dedication Jere put on and the absolute fun he looked like he was having. Also, she realised he was at least kind of known around here, because people were singng alongside him.
The head banging, self touching, slightly undressing and sticking his tongue out only added more to his eclectic movements and gestures that made the show feel like a mix of energetic, passionate and, why deny it, lascivious state. Her eyes were glued to him in a capitative stare, that he would catch from time to time and hold for a few seconds. Then he would turn to his attention somewhere else, but a smirk would make a clear appearance on his face.
Whenever he finished a number, the loud clapping allowed him some time to take a sip of water. The clothes he was wearing and its material soon became unbearable, which lead him to take his shirt off completely. "Sorry, it is hot in here" he stated into the microphone pretending to excuse himself as a joke, as everyone in the room made a fuss about it. He was heavily sweating all over his face, neck and torso.
If she had previously been absorbed by him, at this point it was almost unbearable. She had not expected to see so much exposed flesh, and the pectoral tattoo nearly had her weak on her knees.
For some reason, freehing himself from his clothes somehow made him behave even wilder from then on out. He started getting closer to the front row, some even holding out their arms to interact with him, him receiving the gesture with no issue. The Fin looked so confident in what he was doing, it only made her feel even more attracted to him.
He moved so quickly (Y/N) didn't even have time to process when he positioned himself right in front of her, amidst performing a song, and full on stroked her cheek for a few lasting moments, all the while mainting direct eye contact. It was as if no one else had been around them, as if this instant had been theirs only. She didn't respond to the touch by touching him herself, since she couldn't find the strength to be as bold; but the breath hitching and swallowing saliva right after were a clear sign to Jere that he made her feel things. He would quite probably feel embarrassed about it later, but right now it made him feel close to powerful.
The whole gig ended on a high note, the applause was strong and lasting. (Y/N) clapped her hands so fast they even started hurting a little, and could understand through the noise that Jere was thanking everyone for coming out to see him. As he was about to exit the stage, some music started playing over the speakers as to signal that the performance was over and everyone could retreat to either leave the bar or get a drink and stay there for a longer while. As the people from the front row turned around and waited to have a chance to move, (Y/N) felt a hand on her shoulder.
Jere looked exhausted, but it also seemed like the whole night had riled him up. "You don't leave now?", he meant to ask, but came out more as a plead. She wouldn't even dream of doing so right now. "No, no, I'm staying" she rushed to answer. "Good. Wait for me?" he went on. She could only manage to nod her head yes. He smiled and quickly went "backstage" to freshen up.
"Okay, what the actual hell was that?" Aubrey took no time to pry her, "It did not look like knowing each other briefly". (Y/N) shrugged while putting her hands in the air and half laughing, not knowing how to beat those allegations.
"It's classic Jere. Finds a girl cute and cannot stop himself" Mikko chimed in, while grinning, "Now I understand, you must be the girl he saw a couple of weeks ago over here, right?"
"He's talked about me?" she said, a bit shocked, while Mikko lead the way for the three of them to go grab a drink. "Yes, well, now that I connect the dots, that evening you came here, it was a Wednesday, right? I came too, but it must've been after you left. When I arrived he was commenting it".
Some of the other coworkers were starting to leave, not without commenting the elephant in the room before grabbing the door. "You're gonna be the talk of the office now", Aubrey asserted, making Mikko laugh and (Y/N) grow redder by the minute. "I don't even- we haven't even talked that much, really. But watching him onstage was..." she trailed off, letting out a sigh and grabbing the drink Mikko offered her, thanking him in the process. "Yes, it's his special trait. That magnetism he holds is what's gonna get him places", he agreed.
"Okay, but does this whole act mean that he always does this? Like, does he take advantage of his concerts to mindlessly flirt with random people?" (Y/N) suddenly tried to rationalize the fast track of actions Jere was taking on with her. Sure, she liked him, and she really, really wanted to have some fun. Needed it, even. This bonding moment with Aubrey and Mikko right now, this non-work related, exciting chatter; the going out; as precipitating as it sounds she was starting to feel like she was finally making friends, establishing a life. But she also didn't want to be played around with.
"Ohhh, no, not necessarily" her coworker laughed, calming her down "Käärijä the performer is seductive, provocative, even uncontrollable" he took a sip from his drink, "But Jere the person is another story. Dude wouldn't even hurt a fly, I mean it" he reassured her. He then was about to say something else, but stopped on his tracks when they all noticed the man of the hour and the tow men who had performed with him coming over to them. However, he quickly commented to the girls the following before Jere could hear them: "If anything, he's the one who has been played around with".
Jere approached Mikko first, going in for a hug, which made total sense given the fact that they were friends. (Y/N) appreciated it, because his last comment had caught her by surprise. He had changed into some track pants and graphic loose t-shirt, and over all he already looked far more calmed down and back to his more, to put it some way, innocent self. Aubrey and (Y/N) exchanged a look before introducing themselves to the guys in pink, who had not changed their outfits. Their names were Jaakko and Aleksi.
"Hey, I recognize you. You were all in the bar that day I was here" she said as a realization. "Yes, we were planning tonight" Aleksi answered, "Did you like it?" he added, to both her and Aubrey.
While the four of them engaged in small talk, the girls understood that Mikko was congratulating his friend on his performance and Jere was thanking him, "Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella", he said with appreciation on his face, closed smile and big puppy eyes (Y/N) couldn't ignore. With one last ruffle on his hair from Mikko, the two men stayed with one arm over the other's back and turned to the group.
"Alright, let's talk in English now so we can all understand each other..." Mikko started off. "I see you guys have already introduced yourselves, very good. Now let me introduce you girls to Käärijä himself, although maybe a certain someone doesn't need it" he playfully remarked, making Jere look away while hiding his face and (Y/N) roll her eyes. "Jere, these are (Y/N) and Aubrey from work. Aubrey, (Y/N), this is Jere" he played around using a formal tone and letting out of their embrace.
"Nice to meet you" Aubrey answered, shaking hands with him and gently pushing (Y/N) forward once she was done to signal her to do so as well.
"I finally know your name" he commented, making her chuckle, "Yes, I guess you do". Mikko and Aubrey swiftly moved to give them some space, going over to Jaakko and Aleksi, who were all in in the same unspoken plan.
"You like the show?" he seemed a bit nervous as he rested his elbow on the counter and signaled the waiter to get him a drink, while attentively listening to her answer, "Honestly, I'd never been to one quite like this. I mean, I've been to rock concerts and such, but this energy you guys put on stage was totally new for me. I really enjoyed it tho, you're really good" she sincerely said.
"Oh, thank you, really" Jere put a hand to his chest as to show gratitude, "It was first concert after months of not doing", he further explained, "So means a lot all people who come here, yes. I'm so happy for this, I was worried if not work well". He sounded so humble (Y/N) couldn't help but grow to like his personality even more. She was curious to know why he hadn't played in a way, but also didn't want to intrude, so she opted for another response. "Well you should be. We all had a blast".
"You understand anything I sing?" he wondered with a perky smirk, before taking a sip from the beer that had just landed in front of him. "I didn't need to", she let it out without giving it a second thought, almost as if this was the only real answer she could give, which to her felt absolutely true. He was shocked by it and spilled some of the drink out, quickly catching the dripping by covering his mouth with a napkin.
"Ah, I make fool of me now, great!" he tried to cover up by playing down the incident. She couldn't stop laughing out loud, some people even noticing the whole scene between the two of them, specially Mikko and company who laughed as well from a distance, "That's what you get for lying to me before" she joked, but grabbed a napkin as well to clean his shirt up, softly patting it on his chest. "Sorry, I wanted to surprise" he justified. It was in that moment that she noticed they were almost the same height. When her gaze moved upward from the stain she was cleaning up, his stare was way closer than she had thought. He carried on talking.
"Also, before, I hope I not make you... uh-, mikä on sana epämukavalle?" he looked over at Mikko for help regarding a language inquire.
"Uncomfortable"
"Yes, that" Jere said, "I hope I not make you uncom... uncomfortable when I, you know-" he tried to explain himself, struggling with the pronunciation. He stroked his own cheek to interpret what he attempted to say. "Oh! No no, don't worry, it was- it was okay. I liked it, actually", his relief was evident after she assured him. He let out a nervous giggle.
Then, something caught his attention. His gaze had travelled to the door, past (Y/N), and what he saw made his face turn dead serious, although also sad. Mikko, Aleksi and Jaakko very quickly noticed what was happening. Aubrey and (Y/N) also turned around to check it out: a girl was standing by the entrance looking for someone with a worried expression.
"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" Jaakko expressed angrily. The three men addressed Jere, who suddenly was a loss of words and course of action.
"Ex alert" Aubrey whispered to (Y/N) while sipping from her drink's straw. "They're asking him if he wants to go talk to her" she informed her friend, which (Y/N) was thankful for. It was really tiring to not catch anything on her own sometimes. While the four men were talking to each other, deciding what to do next, (Y/N) grabbed Jere's arm and everyone's attention fell on her. She just couldn't stop strongly empathizing with him because she had also recently been through a break up and knew how shitty it was. Jere seemed more at ease when she talked, "Are you okay? Do you want to get out of here?" he looked past her again, everyone following his direction and realizing his ex was coming over to them. "I do, please", "Then we're getting out of here", (Y/N) decided, "You guys coming?" she asked the rest. "No, you guys go on. We'll make sure she doesn't follow" Mikko stated, thankful for her determination.
They said rushed goodbyes and (Y/N) got ahold of his hand to guide him towards the door. When they walked past her, she tried to talk, but they were quick to get out.
As per usual, it was freezing. They started to wander off to anywhere.
...
"I'm sorry about having to go"
They had found a comfortable spot in a park overlooking the town's river and had settled there. They had walked for a while, him trying to talk about anything else but his ex.
"Don't sweat it. I fully understand" she comforted him, then took the vape he had previously offered to her and took a puff before continuing, "I got broken up with three months ago... I hate to admit it, but it's part of the reason I ended up deciding to move here", she explained. He listened to her attentively, with a stern face.
The night was silent over here. It was only the sound of the stream and their hushed voices
"Can I ask why the break up?" he inquired, not wanting to pry on too much. "Only if I can ask why the break up", she made him chuckle. "Yes, of course" he accepted.
"She said I was too impulsive and that she couldn't trust me to maintain a steady and stable relationship, because I couldn't even do that with my own life" she sighed after her explanation and rolled her eyes.
"Wow" Jere said, disapproving look on his face "Hard thing to say".
"Yes, but honestly, I don't hold a grudge anymore. She had her right to think that way too. I do so too sometimes" she admitted, handing back the electronic cigarette, since they were taking turns to smoke.
"That's shit" he commented, which made them both laugh, "But I understand, too. "My ex, Sofia, that's her name, she uh- said she not approve of music career" his gaze moved upfront, "She said It's either me or music, and I think she not like my answer" Jere let out a half-sad cackle, "This is all I ever wanted to do. I loved her, I feel like I still do a bit, you know? But..." he nodded negatively before finishing the sentence, "I need someone who give support. What I told you before, the not doing concerts? A part of it was because I got, uh, insecure".
Silence fell between them as they both got lost in their own thoughts for a brief moment.
"You know, for someone who claims to not be good at English, you can maintain quite a deep conversation" her words made him belly laugh again. He looked at her and handed the vape once more. "Don't need Duolingo for that" he referenced. He was about to speak again but cut himself. "You can go on, it's fine", his doe-like blue eyes seeped cherishment.
"Oh, I not know, talking about ex was not in my plans when being alone with a girl I like" he made her blush, "I just thinking that, you know, I'm almost... mikä on sana" he struggled again with the language "Thirty year old?" he doubted if he had said it right, and the girl nodded to indicate him he had, "Thirty year old, and when younger I thought Oh, I achieve my dreams at thirty, have the family, all that... You know? And... nothing of that" he described, "My songs, some say that. But you not understand, so..." he added jokingly to lighten the mood, erupting laughter from her.
"Hey, I'm trying really hard to find a place where I can learn Finnish! Give me a break..." she defended herself, while the giggling from both of them died down. "But, just so you know, most of us feel this way too. Having your life figured out at thirty? That only happens to the lucky ones, I can assure you" she saw his tired expression and put a hand to his shoulder, "And by the way, you're crazy talented. We were all mesmerized by your performance. You can get to whatever place you want to be, and if you don't, well... It won't be because of your fault".
They were once again looking in each other's eyes. His gaze travelled down to her mouth. They were sitting close to one another as to avoid the cold wind. Her heart beat faster. How come did she feel like he had known him for such a long time if this was practically their first ever proper conversation? Yet she couldn't fight it. She had seen so many sides of him in such a short amount of time; she swore she'd never been that much of a romantic but the alcohol, mixed with how vulnerable they both felt in that moment and the fact that she was finally feeling at ease after more than a month of such a big change in her life, probably did the trick.
"Can- can I...?" he started nervously, but was interrupted.
"Yes"
Their lips crashed, finally killing the anticipation. Her hands cupped his face and his ones settled on her waist. She felt his long eyelashes touch her face, his beard tickled her jaw and his hoop piercing was cold on her nose. (Y/N) enjoyed feeling all these parts of Jere on her. He truly was so pretty. And suddenly, she wanted to make sure he knew just how pretty he was and how much he deserved to know it. The wave of boldness she had had to ask him to sit down with her those two weeks ago, but had been interrupted, came back as a stronger force.
When they separated to catch their breath, (Y/N) kept his face close to hers. He was panting through a timid smile and hot red burned his cheeks. She noticed her face doing the same thing.
"My apartment is a five minute walk from here" she suggested.
"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" he whispered, hands going up and down her sides, and the Finnish language had never sounded so seductive to her.
"I didn't catch that",
"You don't need to. I will show you".
#kaarija#jere poyhonen#eurovison 2023#eurovision#esc23#bojan cvjeticanin#kaarija x reader#käärijä x reader#jere x reader#jere pöyhönen#cha cha cha#finland was fucking robbed#finland is my winner#finland esc#justice for finland#käärijä#joker out
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