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DBH Rarepairsweek: First Meeting (North x Chloe)

@dbhrarepairs DBH rarepairsweek 6, Day 6, prompt: First Meetings

Words: 3,232 Relationships: North x Chloe Additional Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, First Meetings, Fluff and Humor, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), New Jericho (Detroit: Become Human), Falling In Love, First Kiss, Sweet badass Chloe, smitten badass North, Kidnapping, DBH Rarepairs Week Summary: “I’m Chloe,” she introduced herself when she reached her and North didn’t react—couldn’t react. North was speechless. But North was never speechless. At that moment, however, she didn't even know her own name when all she could think of was that cute smile and those curious, big, blue eyes looking at her expectantly. The charm Chloe exuded had caught her off guard, and in person it was even stronger than on TV. “I…,” North couldn't say more when her voice modulator stopped working.

First Meeting

North was angry.

She stormed down the stairs, fists clenched and teeth gritted. Every approaching android jumped out of her way, afraid to experience her wrath.

She wasn't always angry, as everyone always assumed, but at that moment she was.

The day had finally come when they would discuss with CyberLife's new and former CEO Elijah Kamski any unresolved issues regarding the future welfare of androids. He had reclaimed the company and wanted to come to negotiate further action with the androids, because they needed supplies to survive, such as thirium and spare parts, as well as repairs that were only available from CyberLife. In addition, the CyberLife Tower was to become the new headquarters of the androids.

But with Markus, Connor, Simon and Josh still stuck in a meeting with President Warren, North had to go and greet Kamski while they wrapped up the meeting.

The other leaders knew she would detest it, but she was no help in dealing with the President either. It was clear to all that the meeting could be completed more peacefully without her, as she just didn't have the best relationship with humans. North knew they weren't all bad, and they really had a strong human support base that gave them shelter and any help they could get. But for her, the only real exceptions were Hank (but of course only because of Connor and Sumo), and Rose, who was a saint among the androids because she had helped and saved so many of them.

Elijah Kamski, however, was another matter entirely. Every time North saw this arrogant, egocentric piece of man speak in interviews as if he were the catalyst and victor of the revolution himself, she wanted to scream and wrap her hands around his fragile human neck.

So now North stood at the entrance of New Jericho, adjusting her fancy white pantsuit and tugging at her hair, which was tamed in a single braid. She tried to keep her anger in check and not immediately strangle him when he came.

After the revolution, she had switched to business attire—her new battle armor—as the fight for android rights continued, this time with words in negotiations. She noticed people took her more seriously, especially because of her past, and that gave her another enormous boost of confidence.

A sleek dark blue sports car pulled up with screeching tires, but North couldn't see inside because of the tinted windows. Given the dramatic entrance, however, it could only be Kamski.

But the first thing she saw when the driver's door opened were delicate feet in elegant white pumps, followed by slender, graceful legs. Around the knees began a dress as blue as the sky above them. The driver was a woman, and when she got out of the car, North saw she was wearing an elegant sheath dress, perfectly tailored to her body. Her long, blond hair was pinned into a low ponytail and draped over her shoulder.

Then North's gaze reached her gorgeous face; a face that everyone knew. It was Chloe. The first android ever created that had passed the Turing test.

North was in awe.

Her eyes never left Chloe, and she had to remind herself to close her mouth again.

She had heard so much about Chloe, seen her in interviews, and now she was meeting her in person. She was beautiful. This was nothing new for androids, of course, but the grace with which she moved and the wits she had shown in post-revolution interviews made North look up to her.

She tried to remain professional, but her stoic facade was shattered when Chloe noticed her welcoming committee and gave North the sweetest smile she had ever seen.

“I’m Chloe,” she introduced herself when she reached her and North didn’t react—couldn’t react.

North was speechless.

But North was never speechless. At that moment, however, she didn't even know her own name when all she could think of was that cute smile and those curious, big, blue eyes looking at her expectantly. The charm Chloe exuded had caught her off guard, and in person it was even stronger than on TV.

“I…,” North could not say more when her voice modulator stopped working.

“You are North?” Chloe giggled as she noticed her lack of speech.

“North, yes. That’s me. Hello, Chloe,” she babbled. “I thought we would meet Kamski.” Her mouth was quicker before she could stop her thoughts from coming out unfiltered.

“And I thought I would finally see Markus again,” Chloe countered. “But to be honest I'm more intrigued to get to know you right now, North,” Chloe added with an innocent smile, that didn't fit the sparkle and mirth shining in her eyes.

“I…,” North was speechless—again.

Chloe giggled, and North’s thirium pump stopped. What the hell was wrong? A virus? She should let that check as soon as possible after the meeting.

“You?” Chloe asked with a laugh when North rang for the words, still lost in those blue eyes.

North took a deep, artificial breath to cool down her system and clear her thoughts. “I think I'm very glad you left Kamski at home,” North finally managed to say. “I've been known to be friendlier without humans around.”

“I know. That's why I'm here alone today. Elijah can be annoying when he's too much the center of attention, and I've decided that's not helpful in this tense situation,” Chloe explained, hooking her arm with North's. “Now please show me the way.”

North stared at their linked arms before looking up into Chloe's face.

At that moment, Markus messaged her they needed some more time and asked her to show the guests around. North sighed. She had hoped that the presence of the others would calm her nerves, but now she had to manage on her own.

“Am I that intimidating?” Chloe asked innocently. “Usually people see me as the sweet, innocent little girl.”

“No! No... I ... You're the first of us, you're ... important,” North replied. “I was nothing ... A doll to—”

“Stop it, North.”

And North did.

“You saved your life, and then you fought for us and saved the lives of our species. You all did more on the streets of Detroit while I was stuck safely at home with Kamski.”

“But I…”

“Shh,” Chloe put her finger to North's lips to silence her, who closed her eyes at the touch. “Now show this old lady what you've accomplished and built here.”

That made North laugh, and a part of her usual self came back. “You look damn fine for being the oldest of us.”

“Let me tell you my secret,” Chloe whispered mischievously as they put their heads together.

“Okay,” said North, giggling.

“First,”—Chloe raised her index finger to emphasize her point—“avoid sunlight.” Each additional point was also backed up with another finger. “Second, use thermal paste on face and décolleté in the morning and evening; third, drink at least three liters of thirium per day; and fourth, get at least eight hours of stasis per day.”

Chloe looked intently at North, and North returned the gaze; she had followed every word that had passed Chloe's lips.

Then they both burst out laughing at the ridiculous answer.

North was happy.

That was exactly what North had needed to break the tension. Something heavy that had been pressing on her chest had suddenly loosened. Still, a little nervousness remained in her when she looked at Chloe.

But she had found her voice again and showed Chloe around, starting with the large entrance hall of the former abandoned office complex. It was a welcome area for new androids, but also a meeting place for everyone else. So it was no surprise that they immediately caught everyone's eye.

Everyone looked at Chloe in awe, and a crowd quickly gathered around to greet her.

North was fascinated by Chloe. How lovely she was with people, and she really seemed to enjoy it. Her sweet smile never faltered, her eyes shining as she greeted one android after another, accepting small gifts from two YK500s.

But soon she was saying goodbye as she had to go to a meeting about their future, thanking everyone for their kind words as she linked arms with North again.

“You have a good way with people. Markus would say that I should take a page from your book right now,” North said when they had rounded a corner.

“Trust me, if you can handle Elijah, you can handle anything,” Chloe said, and they both burst out laughing again.

When the fit of laughter was over, North paused their walk to look Chloe in the eyes. “Does he treat you well?”

“Yes, he does,” Chloe smiled. “He couldn't treat me any better.”

North stiffened. “Oh, I see.”

She turned to go on, but Chloe’s hand on her arm stopped her.

“No, not like that. He's always treated me like his little sister.”

North tried to read her face, then she remembered something. “But what about the Kamski test Connor told us about? You couldn't have been okay with that!” North asked, anger starting to boil inside her again as she thought about it. When Connor had told them the story, it had taken him, Markus, Simon, and Josh to hold her back from going to Kamski and killing him herself.

But before anger could overwhelm her, she was snapped out of her thoughts by Chloe's laughter.

“What?” North snapped.

“It was my idea,” Chloe stated.

North froze. “What.”

“It was my idea!” Chloe laughed again.

“Don't tease me.”

“I don't, really. It was a critical situation with the upcoming revolution and I came up with the idea of pushing Connor into deviancy. Elijah installed the option to upload my memory, and in the event of a failed test, I would have been uploaded into a new body.”

North was shocked.

Did she hear that right? She could only stare at Chloe with wide, questioning eyes.

“You all sacrificed something, and that was the least I could offer in that situation.” Chloe defended her idea.

“Directly putting your life on the line?”

“Just like you all did in the middle of the battle!” Chloe argued.

And she was right, North understood it. They fell into a comfortable silence as they both let the situation sink in.

They walked on and North led Chloe to the infirmary, where they were again greeted by excited androids. The next stop was then one of the floors that had been converted to private rooms for androids, before they went to the briefing room.

Markus, Connor, Josh, and Simon were still not there, so Chloe decided to show North the ideas for the renovation of the CyberLife Tower. For this, she placed a hologram projector on the round table in the middle of the room, which showed the plans.

They were so engrossed in their conversation, firing more ideas at each other, that they didn't notice when the others arrived.

Markus' loud cough snapped them out of it, and they both took a step apart when they realized how close they were standing to each other.

“Markus! It’s been so long,” Chloe greeted him happily.

“Chloe, it’s so good to see you again,” Markus said, and walked towards her with open arms for a hug.

He introduced her to everyone, and they were very curious about their connection. So Chloe told them the story of how Elijah built Markus and that she helped him. They had visited Carl Manfred and Markus a few times, and Chloe always made sure Markus was treated well.

After that, they got down to business.

In the end, the meeting wasn't as boring as North had thought it would be if Kamski had been there.

Chloe listened eagerly to their demands on CyberLife and even suggested additional items for them to consider.

“Elijah said I knew better than he what was best for my people, and he would agree with anything I informed him of.”

“Do we speak of the same Kamski here?” North asked.

Chloe gave her a knowing smile. “You know, he's just a total nerd who has to keep up the facade of being the mysterious inventor of us.”

“Hard to believe,” North huffed.

After even more discussions, Chloe suggested they go to the tower together to take a closer look at a few things.

“I’m sorry, I have to attend another meeting soon,” Markus announced. “But North can go with you!”

“What?” North asked, she didn’t know about another meeting, but she suspected something.

“Sorry, I have a meeting for the resource distribution,” Simon added.

“Duties in the infirmary,” Josh stated.

Connor looked irritated at the others before he spoke. “I can—”

Markus nudged him with his elbow. “Right, yes. I can’t go with you either because I have to escort Markus, you know, bodyguard things.”

Markus nodded in agreement at Connor’s words.

North had seen through their act. “I’m going to kill you,” she whispered, and emphasized her statement with the throat-slitting gesture. But they all just grinned back at her.

“No problem. North is capable of keeping me entertained. We're big girls, and we'll work it out on our own,” Chloe smiled again, but North could only stare at her.

They said their goodbyes and walked to Chloe’s car.

North had barely closed the door when Chloe stepped on the gas, and North instinctively clawed at the grab handles.

She only earned a sly smile in return.

Chloe was driving like a madwoman through the streets of Detroit, but North was enjoying every second of it. She knew Chloe would never act that careless and had everything under control. And what's wrong with just living for the moment?

“You're manipulating the traffic lights.”

“Don't tell anyone!”

They joked, laughing at the craziness of the moment, until Chloe turned onto the MacArthur Bridge.

An explosion hit the car, and they rolled over, skidded across the asphalt and crashed into the bridge railing. Then something that felt like an electric wave hit them, and everything went black.

North awoke from the forced stasis and noticed that she was cuffed to a pipe against a wall. It looked like they were in an abandoned warehouse. The room was small, gray concrete walls and concrete floor damp and full of mold, the sparse light coming through a window slit in the wall above. There was garbage and animal feces everywhere; her white suit was ruined.

In the middle of the room, she noticed Chloe tied to an old chair with some ropes.

“Chloe, are you okay?” She asked as she shook the cuffs to get free.

“Yes. Except for my car. It was a unique model,” she sighed, also trying to free herself from her restraints.

North tried to contact the others, but communications were blocked. Either by the thick walls or even by special equipment the kidnappers must have obtained.

Their sounds had drawn attention to them when the door opened with a terrible squeak, and two sullen-looking men came in, one stocky, the other gaunt with a scruffy beard.

“Great, you guys are awake. We weren't sure if we fried your wires or not. Would have been hard to blackmail Kamski with some scrap metal,” the bearded one laughed.

North would have liked to snap his neck.

“Can you please loosen the rope? It hurts my wrists,” Chloe sniveled.

“You're an android, you don't make demands, and you can't even feel pain,” the other man said, slapping her across the face.

“Chloe!” North shouted.

She wanted to snap his neck too.

“I'm sorry, you're right,” Chloe sobbed, “I will be silent and obey.”

“That’s a good girl,” the fat man said and grabbed her chin, ogling her in a nauseating way.

Something in North twisted. These disgusting men better kept their hands off Chloe.

“You sick bastards, you won't survive this,” North growled, “I'm going to tear you to pieces, slowly.”

“Oh, you will?” he laughed. “And how will you do that? Tied up and at our mercy.”

“Actually, all we need is her,” the other man interjected and pointed at Chloe when he stepped up to North. “You're useless to us. Except for one thing your model is good for.” He leered down at North and grabbed her hair to pull her face to his. She felt his beard scratching across her skin.

North gritted her teeth and braced herself to ram her head into his ugly face, making him cry out in pain.

“Shit! That fucking bitch broke my nose!” he wailed, letting go of her to touch his bleeding nose, while spitting blood—at least two teeth were gone, too.

North slumped back on the floor, a satisfied grin on her face splattered with human blood.

The other guy came and looked at the nose. “Yeah, looks broken. Go and take care of that.”

The injured man hurried away as the stout one turned back to North and pointed a gun at her.

“You bit—”

The man went down as a chair broke against the back of his head.

“They always underestimate me,” Chloe said, rubbing her wrist where her synthetic skin still flickered from the marks of the ropes. She had freed herself when no one paid any attention to her.

“What the...,” the second man returned when he heard the commotion. When he saw his partner lying on the ground, his eyes widened and he tried to flee. But Chloe jumped on his back, put him in a headlock until he slumped unconscious.

She took the keys from him and rushed to North to free her.

“Always?” North asked, perplexed. “So this happens a lot?”

She stood up and made a futile attempt to wipe the dirt off her clothes.

“Yeah, Eli has some enemies and they all have the same scam where they kidnap me to blackmail him,” Chloe explained. “By the way, I know a good dry cleaner who can fix that.”

“Thanks,” North replied, still confused. “But then shouldn't he hire bodyguards for you?”

“Where's the fun in that?” Chloe laughed and ripped the bottom of her dress to move around better. Then she stepped closer to North and wiped the blood from her face. They stared at each other, their faces so close. North was impressed with Chloe's fighting skills, and her thirium pump was acting up. She should definitely get that checked out.

“Shall we go and rough up the rest now?” whispered Chloe, holding out her hand invitingly to North.

“Nothing I'd rather do!” North beamed at her, took her hand, and they sprinted out of the room to finish off the rest of the gang.

Twenty minutes later, they strutted out of the warehouse without a single scratch, but with a few bloodstains on their clothes, and big grins on their faces as they still held hands.

“That was an interesting first meeting, wasn't it?” asked Chloe, turning to North.

“It couldn't have been better,” North grinned. It felt good to let out all that pent-up energy from all those boring meetings. She needed something to do, not just sit around.

“I could top it,” Chloe suggested.

“Yeah? I'm down for it,” North smirked, and Chloe reached up to pull her face into a kiss.

This was definitely the best first meeting they'd both ever had.

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ilguna · 1 year

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Could I get a Johanna Mason x reader fic based on the song The Fall by Markus Feehily for the 2k celebration. Congratulations on passing the 2k milestone :)

☼ the fall (Johanna Mason) ☼

warnings; swearing, death mention, very faint hints of physical violence

wc; 3.9k

prompt; the fall by Markus Feehily

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By far, the hardest part about winning the war against the Capitol was the fact that it didn’t actually feel like a win. In fact, to Johanna, it was just another hard hit to her already fragile mentality about her life.

She could carry a lot. She handled her entire family getting slaughtered from saying no to Snow about being a Capitol prostitute. And she received the news about getting reaped for the Quarter Quell without so much as a blink. Hell, she was fine when she lost Blight in the blood rain in the arena.

It started to crash down on her the moment the Capitol got their hands on her. She knew they wouldn’t be gentle by any means, they’ve been trying to get under her skin for years. What she didn’t expect was for them to take out their anger so aggressively, for them to leave lasting damage. Of course they hated her, she was a force they couldn’t control, and she aided the rebellion.

She thought that she was stronger than that, though, stronger than Peeta.

It got worse when she came back from the Capitol and straight into District Thirteen, with the judgemental doctors and nurses at her very side. She couldn’t go an hour without someone coming in to check on her. The only thing that was keeping her sane was the morphine, and they took that away too. They told her it was dangerous for her to be so dependent on it.

In hindsight, they were right. She probably shouldn’t have been leeching off of the people around her. She found Katniss’ supply and used it for as long as she could, and with Katniss not putting up a fight, it made it that much easier. However, if she had been trying to stand on her own two feet by herself the entire time, then the news about Finnick probably wouldn’t have wiped her out so badly.

It was her ending point.

How she managed to convince herself to hold it together long enough to make it out of the Capitol and into District Seven before shutting down is still a complete mystery to her. She was on the verge of losing it a few times, the heaviness in her throat growing, the healed scabs on her body becoming itchy, the watery eyes. She would excuse herself to push it all back down, and come out again as if nothing happened.

The second she stepped foot in her home, it broke. She was ready to stay there, alone, for months to years. Whatever it took to heal by herself. She didn’t want visitors, she wanted peace and quiet. The same peace and quiet she’d been promised after her first victory, which started to feel like a curse the longer time drew on. She wanted time to think to herself, and possibly dig herself out of the hole that was only growing with every passing day.

What she didn’t know was that the clock was ticking. She had so much time to pick herself up and—at the very least—make herself presentable before you were going to come around to check on her.

In the months after the war, you took your time going to visit the last of the living victors, which were few to none. You can count them on your ten fingers, and still not use all of them. Snow had killed everyone to ensure that you would all be forgotten, and he’d have a chance at a blank slate. Fortunately for you guys, it didn’t entirely work.

It was a long trip, visiting each one of your friends at a time. You started with Annie in District Four. You helped her set up a nursery in her house, and gifted her presents that would help her with the baby. She was in good condition when you left her, the only part that broke your heart was the fact that she was grieving, and she insisted for you to tell her what Finnick was like during that final trip, since you were there and she wasn’t.

Beetee was doing fine in the Capitol, you observed for a few days, but he was so focused on his work that you didn’t need to interfere. There were so many people around him that were already keeping an eye on his mental health, afraid that he’d break down at any minute, but he was the same Beetee that he was inside the arena.

Haymitch, Katniss and Peeta were relatively easy, being in the same district and all. Katniss was living alone in her victor home. She denied your help several times, you knew better than to leave, though. She was only seventeen, almost eighteen. There was no way she was doing as well as she was presenting for everyone else.

You were right, she came around a few days later. You helped her clean the dust and the coal off of her belongings inside of the house. You got permission to set up her sister’s room to look like a memorial by putting her interests on display. The moment Katniss walked into the room, her face went stone cold. You warned her about hiding her emotions that way, she’ll snap eventually, and the guilt she’ll feel after will be killer.

Haymitch’s house might as well have been a landfill, it took you an entire week to clean out the garbage and deep clean. The smell didn’t come out, so you invested in some air fresheners that would go off automatically in the hopes that one day it would smell nice. He wasn’t drinking, his focus was to keep an eye on Katniss.

The very last person was Peeta, you were allowed to see him once, since he was receiving care. The arena and the Capitol had both left a lasting impression on his mental health—a fact that everyone knew already—so visits were limited and the list of who could was very, very small. You made the list, only because you didn’t have any triggering memories with him.

You told him that if he ever needed help or a friend to talk to, that you were always open. It didn’t matter what it was for or how far down the line—it could be years from now—you would still be there as a friend. After that, you hugged him and left.

The only person you didn’t visit was Enobaria. She had tried to kill you in the arena, and nearly succeeded, the last thing you needed was to face her, especially since you’re still working out your feelings. You two are far from being friends, that doesn’t mean you don’t want to be at some point.

The final person was Johanna, and when you’d first come around to check on her, her first instinct was to push you away. You weren’t all that surprised, Johanna’s always had a more independent personality, and so did Katniss. You just had to be persistently available for her.

Well, she didn’t care about you or the help you were trying to offer. She didn’t care about the fact that you two were friends for a couple months before the Quarter Quell, the fact that you kept in touch as mentors because you enjoyed each other’s presence. She didn’t care that you could relate to her about Finnick, the same way you related to Annie. And she certainly didn’t care that you were trying to judge her, you were there to be a support system.

The only thing she wanted was for you to catch the hint and go away, so that she’d be able to shut herself into her house and mourn the friends she lost, and blame herself for her recovering addiction. To some fucked up degree, she felt it was her fault that Finnick died, because had she been there, she could’ve sacrified herself for him.

If she had passed the water test in District Thirteen, she could’ve gone. Instead, she let the fear grab her by the throat and strangle her so badly that she almost took people down with her. She let the Capitol control her, something they’d never been able to do before. And they were going to continue to win for the rest of her miserable life.

If she’d been there, she would’ve made sure Finnick lived so he could’ve gotten back to Annie. She doesn’t understand why they had to take him. Why didn’t they take her?

He was important, he had a purpose to live for. Johanna? All she does is leech off of people like some sort of monster and cause issues when they’re not needed. Finnick had a wife, and he had a baby on the way, too.

Johanna knew that it would only be a matter of time before she turned on you, and you decided that it wasn’t worth it to stick around and be abused by her. She wanted to save you the trouble and the waste of time. She wanted you to go home and live a normal life there, and not with Johanna.

She’d already set goals for herself though, one of them was to be better. So when you didn’t leave after the twentieth time of her telling you to, she said, “Just remember I warned you.” and let it be after that. No matter how much you bothered her, she held back the nasty words that formed on her tongue for as long as she could.

It was a full year of you living close, checking in on her, correcting her behavior and being there for her when she broke down, before she did lose it. The first time was the worst, because it had all built up inside of her. It kept pressing on her chest, which grew tighter each time you did something she couldn’t correct because she was trying to be different.

She remembers the way you stood there, staring at her, patiently waiting for her to finish. You didn’t flinch, no tears built up in your eyes despite the increasingly personalized insults she screamed your way. She picked apart your insecurities, she called you every name that she could off the top of her head, the profanities that echoed in the empty rooms. She even threatened your life in a desperate attempt to make you feel unsafe to force you to leave, and yet, you didn’t move from where you stood.

While she was gasping for air, you thought that it was the end of it. You quietly said, “It’s okay Johanna, you can get it out.” Which only added more fuel to the already dangerously hot fire. It made her angrier than she was. You weren’t supposed to comfort her, you were supposed to leave. You were going to prove to her that she’s exactly the monster she thinks she is. It would justify her behavior, instead of the guilt that was beginning to eat her up the longer she looked at you.

You didn’t move, not when she got an inch from your face, not even when she put her hands on you. You waited until she was done, huffing and puffing. There were angry frustrated tears in her eyes, face red from the lack of air, throat sore from all the screaming that left her voice hoarse. And even though her hands were balled into fists at her side, and you should’ve been afraid that she was going to swing at you from the hostile look in her eye, you opened your arms to hug her.

You could’ve had a better friend than Johanna, anyone would’ve been better than her, and still you haven’t once shown an interest in leaving her. There were times she got on her knees and begged you to leave, or she was so cruel to you that it would’ve been justified. Out of everyone around her, you are the most consistent in her life.

So when she started to feel weightless each time you came around, like she was happily suffocating in this fluttery feeling, she knew that she was screwed.

Her only support system, the one person that’s never once demanded more from her, only for her to be the best version of herself. The one person that’s cared enough to come day after day to make sure that she’s taking care of herself. The only person she feels like she can let loose around, she caught feelings for.

Three gentle knocks at her door forces her to her feet to let you in. No matter how many times she’s told you that you can come inside freely, that you don’t have to knock, you told her that you wouldn’t. You’re trying to respect her privacy, because Johanna’s allowed that. Johanna doesn’t disagree, she thinks it's a waste of time to answer the door, when you know that you’re allowed to come in.

She turns the knob, taking a breath and opening it. You stand on the other side, bundled up in your winter clothes. Your mouth is covered by your puffy coat, but she can tell by the way your eyes squint, that you’re smiling at her.

As you pass, Johanna brushes some of the snow off of the faux fur onto the floor. It’s not like it matters, it’s all going to melt anyway. Her house might as well be a sauna compared to the outside. It’s going to melt into one big puddle on her floor, and she won’t bother to clean it up.

“Holy damn,” You breathe, unzipping the coat, “I didn’t realize it could get this cold.”

“It doesn’t get this cold in District Eight?” Johanna asks, eyes skimming over your blue lips. You must’ve been chilled to the bone out there, it’s the coldest time of the year.

“No, not even close.” You murmur, pulling the coat off. You’ve got a whole sweater on beneath too, and Johanna will bet that there’s even an undershirt beneath that, “You know, I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.”

“About what?” Johanna turns the lock on her door, going to lean against the back of her couch, “The weather?”

“District Eight.” You start, tapping your boots on the doormat to get the snow off, “Home.”

Johanna hums. District Eight is far from District Seven, it’s at least a two day trip to get there because it’s across the country. Johanna’s never been there, she hasn’t left Seven in the year and a half since the war. While everyone else around you two have been traveling everywhere, since none of it is off limits anymore. If Johanna really wanted, she could go to District One, or the Capitol or even the rebuilding of District Twelve.

She can’t, though.

“Homesick?” Johanna guesses, and she watches the way your face twists and then smooths over.

You give her a small smile, nodding, “Yeah, you can say that.” You then turn your back to her as you tuck the gloves into your coat pockets, “I think you might be pretty sick of me at this point, anyway.”

Johanna can hear the tone of your voice, and it’s not teasing. After spending this much time around you, she can tell the difference. She wishes she couldn’t, because it’s irritating when you know you wear your heart on your sleeve and your emotions on your face, but she can’t help it. You’re being genuine.

“I’m not sick of you.” Johanna says eyebrows drawing in, “What makes you think that?”

You turn, “I’m just kidding, but I do want to go back to District Eight. I’ve got unfinished business there, and you seem to be doing better, which was our goal, wasn’t it?”

Johanna presses her lips together, but nods, “You’ll come back though, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll come to visit every couple of months.” You shrug, “You’re my best friend, I can’t just abandon you here.”

The disappointment that hits Johanna is sickening. You’ll come back every couple of months? You should just stay here, live in District Seven with her. You’ve already been here for a year and a half, you’ve made your rented house a home, too. It’s comfortable there, Johanna’s been over. Why would you leave it all behind?

“Why don’t you stay?” Johanna suggests, “Finish your business, and come back to live here?”

There’s a humorous look that comes over your face, “District Eight is my home, Johanna. That’s where I’m destined to stay, like how you’re attached to District Seven. It’s okay, it won’t be long before I come back.”

Except, what if it is? What if your visits become far and few between? What if you stop visiting all together? It’s hard enough having you around and not being able to tell you how she feels. If you leave forever, then she’s done. She’ll be right back where she was.

She’s stuck, she could never tell you how she actually feels. If she admitted—confessed something like that, it would ruin the relationship that took so long to build. You’d promise to come visit and then you’d never come back to avoid Johanna and the feelings that built up inside her over this past year.

She can’t let you go, though. She needs you. You’re her only friend left alive that likes her anymore.

“What if I go with you?” Johanna asks, standing up from her leaning position, “I’ll go with you to District Eight.”

Your eyebrows twitch, “Johanna, you’ve been begging me for time alone since I came here, and now you won’t let me leave? It won’t be that long.”

“You don’t understand.” She says, eyes falling to the ground, “You’re the only person I know here anymore, you can’t just go.”

“I can,” You tell her, chasing her line of sight, “And you’ll make more friends, just think of it as another goal for you to meet.”

“Don’t.” Johanna snaps, “I’m asking you to stay, and if you don’t want that, then I’m asking to go with you.”

“And I’m telling you no, Johanna.” You sigh, “I can’t be your only form of support, it’s unhealthy.”

“You’re more than that to me.” She says, irritation shining through, growing dangerously close to telling you the real reason why you can’t go. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down, “Please.”

“Why?” You ask, “If you want me to say yes to either, you have to give me a reason, then.”

Johanna stares at you for a long minute, debating whether or not it’s worth it. It’s a few months at a time, it’s not the end of the world. You leave, you come back. Johanna stays here. However, if you’re already leaving her, then why does it matter if you know about her feelings or not?

Johanna’s been torturing herself about this for a month, the way she sees you will go away eventually. Maybe even faster if you deny her now. She’ll heal quicker without you here.

She chokes for a moment, words clogging in her throat, “It’s because I see you as more than a friend, (Y/n).”

The air goes still while Johanna watches you process the information. She watches you squint at the ground for a moment, and when your eyes find hers, she knows what you’re thinking.

“You’re messing with me.”

“I’m not.” Johanna almost cuts you off, “What did you think was going to happen?”

“That you weren’t going to feel the same way I do.” The words are quiet, hushed, “I thought you were never going to like me back.”

Johanna lets out a breath, “Stay, or let me come with.”

You nod, chewing at your lip, “You can come with.”

this was a part of my 2k celebration! thank you for participating!

#ilguna #johanna mason #johanna mason imagine #johanna mason oneshot #johanna mason x reader #johanna mason fanfic #thg #the hunger games #2k celebration #fluff #anon #ask #request

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el-desenladrillador · 11 months

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"Must admit, it's going to be extremely hard, but still we'll do our best to pretend we haven't seen anything... Right, darlings?"

"Oh, I saw everything from where I stand, dawri. Everything!"

"By Lileath, you two are utterly revolting! At least tell me you top, Kruber... Why aren’t you saying anything? You do top, Kruber, don't you??

Caught up by the rest of the gang, lol. XD

Okay, after 200+ (260 by now, oh my) hours of playing Warhammer: Vermintide 2 I've realized that I actually ship Markus and Victor like I don’t know what, gosh. The thing is I had no intention to ship anyone in the game and had no plans on spending more than a couple hours playing it.

But 200+ hours happened. Markus and Victor happened. Their friendly conversations, the way bots save one another, the way they look together... And here you go! Another ship nobody else gets, haha. X`D I mean holler if you happen to like them together, I’ll draw more stuff featuring these two. ;)

#warhammer vermintide #vermintide #markus kruber #victor saltzpyre #vermintide 2 #warhammer: vermintide #warhammer: vermintide 2 #warhammer vermintide 2 #2023 #slash #lineart #my drawings #fanart #game #new stuff #warhammer fantasy #warhammer

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laurasanchez36 · 2 months

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Emi My NEW MSA x FNAF oc

Full Name: Emi ___

First Name: Emi

Last Name:

Nicknames:

Gender: Female

Profile Pic

Age: 16

Blood Type:

Occupation:

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Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

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Favourite Food:

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Family Members Relatives: Anika (her mother: disowed), Izzy (her cousin), Ellie (her aunt), Unknown brother (missing), Unknown father (missing),, Vivi Yukino (her adoptive sister), Maxy Yukino (her adoptive brother), The Yukino Family (her adoptive parents, her adoptive brothers and her adoptive sisters)

Other Family Members Relatives: Mushi (her adoptive ancestor)

Species: Human

Status: Alive

Friends: Susan Walterson, Tia, Charlie, Freddy Fazbear, Markus, Bonnie the Bunny, Cream, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate Fox, Me/Laura (her animatronic Yellow Cat from), Golden Freddy, Black Charro, Gia, Sammy, Mindy Pepper, Muffet Pepper and Izzy, Sarah (You/Her), Phillip and all Allies

Enemies: Purpler Guy/William Afton/Springtrap/Springbonnie and Victor Anderson/Vladdy the forgotten Animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Hybrid and Anika

Alignment: Good

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobby: Sports

Goals:

Weapons:

Powers and Abilities:

Skills and Abilities:

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@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

This one sounds like Ariel (from Disney), Stephanie (from Lazy Town) and Dani "Danielle" Phantom (from Danny Phantom)

#my new msa x fnaf oc #msa x fnaf #msa x fnaf au #my new msa ocs #my new msa x fnaf ocs #emi my new msa x fnaf oc

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elan-2003 · 9 months

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Lines that should pop up when you got game over in Trauma Center:Under The Knife

Chapter 1 standard procedure "First blood" standard procedure "Double Kill" A farewell "She's right about the worrying" Singing the blues "Be Quiet!!!" A real doctor "That's how I lost my medical license" Life or Death "End of the rookie"

Chapter 2 Dormant Ability "Stoned" Striving for Asclepius "You failed even in your mind" Awakening "I won't blame you" Just Let Me Die "Well that saves the yelling nurse part" Please Let Me Live "Slapped by a fish" For Everyone's Sake "Markus is not impressed"

Chapter 3 GUILT "You let them down" Something Precious "He won't blame you" An Explosive Patient "The only time doctors died instead of the patient" Miracle at 9,800 Feet "I told you not to drain when it's shaking!" Forbidden Knowledge "Era of Triangles shall begin"

Chapter 4 Race For the Cure "You failed?Like how?" Stepping Up "She won't blame you?For failing the easiest GUILT on her boyfriend?" Taking a First Step "You let Victor down by failing simple tasks" The Next Step "This could be the only chance you aren't the one failing…And you failed" Doctors' Struggle "Did you left one pink thing behind and lose it all?"

Chapter 5 Under the Knife "Epic moment,but you got slapped by 3 fishes" Shifting GUILT "Unleash the Triangles!!!" GUILT Evolves "You're telling me that you got through the Triti,but got nailed by Tetarti?" Infection "Scoleciphobic doc" Devil "Angie lost her trust in you…How can you even fail the small ones?" Death Awaits All "Hi Angie,I'm dead"

Chapter 6 First Sin "You shall be slapped by the almighty fish!" Second Sin "Did you start calling Amy a 'mild case'?" Third Sin "Here's a reminder that Triti and Angie were created by the same person and he should go to jail for annoying the world" Fourth Sin "The world would not be impressed by Tetarti-failing doctors" Fifth Sin "Could you at least extend the lifespawn of this poor Mexican kid for like 3 years?" Sixth Sin "You got Paraskevied" Final Sin "Come on…Care for this kid a little more and try your best,maybe try 200% like he's your future father-in-law or something"

X "You failed,now you'll spend the rest of the eternity with Adam the wrinkle pickle"

#trauma center under the knife #trauma center #atlus #game over

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multiipl · 2 years

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Temporary Muse List

AS YOU been knew, (or not) I have been scrambling with my muse list and active muses. A while ago, I have archived my BNHA muses, but I have since picked up quite a handful of new muses. Bear with me, it is A LOT!

⟼ Below is a temporary list of ALL characters I write, though not all might make the final list! Characters marked with a ⭐ are mains and WILL 100% be on the final list!

⟼ ARKNIGHTS

Angelina

Aurora

Blacknight

Blitz

Du Yaoye

Erato

Hibiscus ⭐

Kjera

Siege

Specter ⭐

Surtr

Tatjana

Theresa

Whisperain

Zima

⟼ AVATAR (TLA/TLOK)

Ghazan

Jet

Jin

Katara

Lanming [OC]

Lin Beifong

Lu Shi

Momo

Ming Hua

P’Li

Toph Beifong

Ty Lee ⭐

Zaheer

⟼ BUNGO STRAY DOGS

Akutagawa Gin

Aldous Huxley [OC]

Alexander Hamilton [OC]

Arma Geddon [OC]

Bello [OC]

Derek Landy [OC]

Edogawa Ranpo

Friedrich Nietzsche [OC]

Hayashi Fumiko [OC]

Heinrich Heine [OC]

Higuchi Ichiyo

Izumi Kyoka

Jane Austen [OC]

Ozaki Kouyou

Lucy Maud Montgomery ⭐

Markus Heitz [OC]

Nakahara Chuuya ⭐

Nakarai Tousui

Suehiro Tetcho

⟼ DISNEY

Merida

Pepa Madrigal

Sally

Eugene Fitzherbert

⟼ FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES

Annette Fantine Dominic ⭐

Byleth Eisner (M) ⭐

Catherine

Dedue Molinaro

Dorothea Arnault

Hilda Valentine Goneril ⭐

Holst Goneril

Ignatz Victor

Kronya

Lysithea von Ordelia ⭐

Mercedes von Martritz

⟼ FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST

Roy Mustang

Riza Hawkeye

Winry Rockbell

⟼ GEN/SHIN IM/PACT

Barbara

Beidou

Fischl

Kaeya

Klee

Paimon

Noelle

Rosaria

Shenhe

Sucrose

Yanfei

Zhongli

⟼ HONKAI IMPACT 3RD

Lieserl Albert Einstein

Rita Wossweisse

Seele Vollerei

⟼ HUNTER X HUNTER

Chrollo

Hisoka

Machi

⟼ LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

Annie

Jinx

Katarina (Battle Academia)

Leona (Battle Academia)

Orianna

Thresh (Spirit Blossom)

⟼ MO DAO ZU SHI/GRANDMASTER OF DEMONIC CULTIVATION

A-Qing

Wei Wuxian

Song Zhen [OC]

⟼ PERSONA

Ann (P5)

Kanji (P4)

Rise (P4)

Yukiko (P4)

⟼ SOUL EATER

Nathaniel [OC]

Tsubaki

⟼ SQUARE ENIX

9S [Nier: Automata]

Aerith [FF7R]

Devola [Nier: Replicant]

Kainé [Nier: Replicant]

Kairi [Kingdom Hearts 2]

Leslie Kyle [FF7R]

Madam M [FFR7

Popola [Nier: Replicant]

⟼ YOUR TURN TO DIE

Alice

Anzu

Mai

Miley

Nao

Ranger

Reko

Safalin ⭐

Sara

🌟 ❜ ⟼ OTHER/UNCATEGORISED

Howl (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Lucy Kushinada (Cyberpunk: Edgerunners)

Polly Geist (Monster Prom)

Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY)

Reze (Chainsaw Man)

Uchida Idō [OC]

Zakusa (Cardfight!! Vanguard)

📁 ❜ ⟼ ARCHIVED

*Archived Muses are no longer actively written. They are not open for memes/sentence starters or new plots. Consider them a “secret menu” sort of that you can only access if you’ve written with them before.

⟼ BN/HA

Ayumi [OC]

Best Jeanist

Boris [OC]

Chitose

Denki

Eri

Hisao [OC]

Hitoshi [AU]

Kyoka

McSpeed [OC]

Megumi [OC]

Mina

Nejire

Ningyo Ko [OC]

Petra Vito [OC]

Pop Step

Recovery Girl

Shuzenji Ren [OC]

Uraraka Ochako [AU]

#*; here we go again » ooc #//not really pinned but I'll link it somewhere

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kiivg · 1 year

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.He’s my priestess, I’m your priest.

#markus kruber #victor saltzpyre #kruberzpyre #vermintide #warhammer #vermintide 2 #markus x victor #victor x markus #mxm #.ignoring the weirdness of me yesterday hahaahaa i wanna do some art that doesn't take 30+ hours.#.so sketchy sketchy skechy.

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tahelms85 · 1 year

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Stole this from someone else on a tag.

A book recommended by a librarian Saint X by Alexis Schiatkin

A book that’s been on your TBR list for way too long Wicked by Gregory Maguire

A book of letters Mr. Men series by Roger Hargreaves

An audiobook The Otto Digmore Difference by Brent Hartinger

A book by a person of color Their Eyes Were Watching God by Toni Morrison

A book with one of the four seasons in the title Suddenly Last Summer and Other Plays by Tennessee Williams

A book that is a story within a story Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen

A book with multiple authors The Heist by Janet Evanovich and Lee Goldberg

An espionage thriller The Davinci Code by Dan Brown

A book with a cat on the cover Pet Sematary by Stephen King

A book by an author who uses a pseudonym The Regulators by Richard Bachman

A bestseller from a genre you don’t normally read Hidden Figures: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space Race by Margot Lee Shatterly

A book by or about a person who has a disability Deaf Utopia by Nyle DiMarco and Robert Siebert

A book involving travel Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling

A book with a subtitle Monster: The True Story of the Jeffrey Dahmer Murders by Anne E Schwartz

A book that’s published in 2017 Turtles All the Way Down by John Green

A book involving a mythical creature It by Stephen King

A book you’ve read before that never fails to make you smile Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

A book about food The Hundred Foot Journey by Richard C Morais

A book with career advice One For the Money by Janet Evanovich

A book from a nonhuman perspective The One and Only Ivan by Katherine Applegate

A steampunk novel Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne

A book with a red spine Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by Harry Potter

A book set in the wilderness Call of the Wild by Jack London

A book you loved as a child The Monster at the End of This Book by Jon Stone

A book by an author from a country you’ve never visited Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

A book with a title that’s a character’s name Coraline by Neil Gaiman

A novel set during wartime The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

A book with an unreliable narrator How's Moving Castle by Dianna Wynne Jones

A book with pictures Amelia Bedelia Means Business by Herman Parish

A book where the main character is a different ethnicity than you Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

A book about an interesting woman The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank

A book set in two different time periods A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain

A book with a month or day of the week in the title Mad Hatters and March Hares by Ellen Datlow

A book set in a hotel The Shining by Stephen King

A book written by someone you admire This Time Together by Carol Burnett

A book that’s becoming a movie in 2017 Berlin Syndrome by Melanie Joosten

A book set around a holiday other than Christmas Cupid Strikes…Three Times by Ajme Williams

The first book in a series you haven’t read before A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sara J Maas

A book you bought on a trip The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson

ADVANCED: A book recommended by an author you love One For the Money by Janet Evanovich

A bestseller from 2016 Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by JK Rowling, John Tiffany, and Jack Thorne

A book with a family-member term in the title A Child Called It by Dave Pelzer

A book that takes place over a character’s life span A Prayer For Owen Meaney by John Irving

A book about an immigrant or refugee We Were Dreamers by Simu Liu

A book from a genre/subgenre that you’ve never heard of Dungeons & Drag Queens by Emma Alice Johnson (bizarro fiction)

A book with an eccentric character A Series of Unfortunate Events by Daniel Handler

A book that’s more than 800 pages The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

A book you got from a used book sale Wicked by Gregory Maguire

A book that’s been mentioned in another book The Outsiders by SE Hinton

A book about a difficult topic Turtles All the Way Down by John Green (OCD)

A book based on mythology The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

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