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lewkwoodnco · 3 months

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love to think you’ll never forget - lockwood x reader

bruised eyes. vacant smile. stitch through her gums like a promise.

a/n: decided to try a few new things to get out of my writing slump! this is a lil blurb set a little after the call w lucy in chap 3, the ntwdt chapter (so this is smth like ch 3.5) of my 1989 vault series. as you can tell by the slut! lyric from the title we're kind of backpedalling a lil to the vibe of the first chapter, but with more details and in kind of a flashback-y way

tropes/warnings: angst, yearning, tw blood, slight descriptions of injury/violence, reader bandaging lockwood up, mildly ooc lockwood (im SORRY blame taylor swift)

word count: 2.5k!

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 3.5 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

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She was sitting at the ancient, tiny piano that had come with her apartment. It was mostly out of tune, and more than a few keys were quite piercing, but with little else to do outside of work, she enjoyed letting her fingers mender over it. This evening, however, she was feeling a little blue - a little fevered with the onslaught of memories.

A certain kind of desperation had taken hold of her, an indignation over everything that had happened when she had loved him so much for so long. Her fingers had a slight tremble, but it was barely noticeable in the sparsely played chords. There was a glass of water casting marbled images of light on the beige walls. The sun had set far too early, as always, and now the room's only source of light came from the worn brick fireplace.

It reminded her of this one night at Portland Row when the four of them were having a late-night supper, curled up together in the library. As the hours went by, Lucy and George eventually retired to their rooms, but the two of them stayed. In the flickering light, Lockwood had been more than easy on the eyes. She was feeling pleasantly warm, and it had been a sleepy night, but the both of them still refused to go to bed. A moment later, she decided that it was just chilly enough to share a blanket with Lockwood.

It made her giddy, the feel of his arm casually draped over her shoulders, the kind of feeling you got at a sleepover you never wanted to end. They talked about everything silly and mundane - anything to stretch the night a moment further. Despite her best efforts, her eyelids started to grow heavy. When she woke, she was wrapped up in the blanket, alone. And yet, her only regret was not staying awake for just a minute longer.

She didn’t known what she was doing then. She didn’t know what she was doing now. She’d always had the rather unfortunate habit of being tragically oblivious.

It had been simpler in the beginning. They may have shared a few lingering glances while on joint cases, but for a frustratingly long time, their time together began and ended with their jobs. That was, until one rainy afternoon when Lockwood ran into her waiting outside DEPRAC headquarters. He had just dropped off some long overdue paperwork and walked out to find her peering at the road from the edge of the building's awning.

"Terrible weather, isn't it?"

She jumped, but almost instantly relaxed when she saw who it was. His tone was exaggeratedly casual, and she pressed her lips together to stifle her smile. "S'pose."

"Waiting for a cab?"

She nodded glumly, looking up and down the empty street as the rain beat down even harder, threatening to crack the asphalt.

"Not having much luck?"

She pulled a face and shook her head. Lockwood's hand dove into his quote, and straightened his arm a moment later, pulling out an elegant, black umbrella.

"Live far?" He kept his voice light, turning his gaze to the road with a carefully rehearsed air of nonchalance. She knew she wasn't the easiest person to spend time with, given how tense the tabloids made her already flighty personality. So it was moments like these that tugged at her heart. It was moments like these that made her feel like he cared.

"I appreciate it, Lockwood, but I couldn't walk home with you."

"Why not? Don't want me knowing where you live?"

"Not if you're going to set my house on fire."

His lips twitched, and she smiled with a faux innocence.

"Sheen Road, tragedy that it was, was not my fault."

"That's not what Lucy says."

"Lucy says a lot of things."

"Something about missing equipment."

"...damn, she's got me there." He opened the umbrella with a flourish and raised it an inch above their heads. "Ready?"

She paused, looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for some divine intervention to tell her otherwise. When it didn't come, she stepped underneath the umbrella, and the fingers of his other hand slipped into hers, casual as ever. They walked with their clasp hands smothered between the folds of their coats, but they themselves were pressed impossibly close to each other. It made her butterfly heart beat impossibly fast.

They reached her home too quickly, even though it was a sizeable distance from the DEPRAC headquarters. She glanced at Lockwood's face apprehensively while she fitted the key into her door.

"I hope I haven't led you too far from home."

"It's no trouble."

"I'll bring my own umbrella next time."

"Or don't. I don't mind." What is wrong with you, she wanted to ask. She could feel the amused way he was looking at her, the mild yet firm edge to his gaze. That was the annoying thing about Lockwood - his presence demanded to be felt, not that he was the demanding type.

It had been easier to fall into him when they were comfortably distant when she wasn't so invested. It was downright beautiful, how romantic he could frame their endeavours. But then came a stronger, more forceful undercurrent to their relationship. It made him snippish, or deliberately obtuse, and it made her clam up while she internally unravelled pathetically. She kept wanting to stand up, to get her bearings, but wave after wave knocked her down until she felt herself giving in to the cruel whips of the unforgiving sea.

And yet, none of it stung as much as the thought of Lockwood feeling like he couldn't turn to her.

One night, she had needed to drop off some files at Portland Row for George, who had been helping them research for one of their cases. It was late, but she could see a dim light switched on in the front hallway, and she wouldn't be inconveniencing them long. She knocked thrice, watching the shadowy figure behind the frosted glass take an awfully long time to reach the door. It cracked open, and a worn face peered out.

"...Y/N?"

Lockwood's voice was hoarse, and something about it rubbed her the wrong way. Despite her growing unease, she tried to put it down to not having seen him the past few weeks.

"I don't mean to intrude, I just wanted to hand these to George. Is he - what is wrong with your face?!"

Lockwood had cracked the door open a little more to stick his hand out for the files, revealing a bruised eye and a badly scratched face. He winced at her raised voice, shushing her in alarm.

"Keep it down, you'll wake the rest. I'll pass these on to George, no worries. Good night, now."

"Did you get into a fight?"

"Uh, no. Is that all?"

She shoved the door open, catching him by surprise. He instinctively shielded his forearm, but not before she could see that it was bleeding. She was speechless. A few minutes later, she had him cornered at the kitchen table with their first aid kit, muttering furious threats under her breath.

"What happened?"

"You can't tell George or Lucy."

She swiped his sleeve to his elbow fiercely, leaving the small strip of unharmed skin stinging. She regretted it a moment later when she winced at the sight of the thin layer of flesh carved out of his forearm.

"I'm serious. You'd invoke a mutiny."

She clearly didn't take to his poor attempt at a joke, so the wry smile slipped off his face, his expression turning grim. "I haven't told them yet, but we received a case a few days back. Pays an insane amount."

"What's the catch?"

He grimaced. "Apparently, running around with the likes of Winkman's men."

"Lockwood!"

"In my defence, I was doing very well until I got whacked in the head. No, listen - you can't fault a guy for getting whacked in the head - "

"I'm going to whack you in the head myself in a minute -"

"I didn't think you'd be interested."

She was quiet, after that. The rest of the cleaning and dressing of the wound passed by in a blur, and the only thing she really remembered was how devastated she felt. Though she wouldn't be interested? Of course she was interested. He could drive her up the wall all day long and she would still be interested. How could he think she wouldn't? It was horrible - she was furiously blinking back tears, and she could tell Lockwood felt horrible for saying anything in the first place. It was an overall terribly unpleasant experience. Lockwood awkwardly tried to break the ice.

"I...I bruise easy. Ever since I was a kid. Drove my mum mad."

The edge to her movements softened a little at the mention of his mother, but she didn't respond.

"I got out alive, didn't I?"

"Barely."

"I'll be fine. You don't have to worry."

"Easy for you to say."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He was so fragile in her hands. It ached her. She let out a strangled noise from her throat, her voice overcome with emotion.

"When I first saw - I just - terrified. I was so...terrified to see you like that. I'm scared all the time, Lockwood. I'm scared for you. I'm scared you'll die one day and I won't know until I get some stupid postcard from someone kind enough to keep me as an afterthought."

He covered her hand with his, and she held his face using the hand with ointment on the finger. Something to remind her that none of that had happened. He gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist. All of a sudden, she felt their dynamic shift, as if he was the one taking care of her now. Always a saviour, never a soldier.

"It's not going to be like that. This is...it's all in your head. You know that, right? It's not real. It's just all in your mind."

For a while, all that could be heard in the kitchen was the sound of her unravelling the coiled bandage and wrapping it around and around and around his forearm. It was the kind of repetitive task that was meditative but also caused her to further spiral in her scattered thoughts. When she finished, she held his wrist for a moment. She didn't quite know how to express the misery lodged in her throat. She didn't even understand it herself. Who was she to patch up his wounds, to sit by his fireplace, to hold his hand?

"If I find you keeping something like this from me again, I'll finish you off myself."

A few months later, she was standing at her bedroom window, sadly watching people walk up and down the street in front of her house. It was that peculiar time between afternoon and dusk, and from the outside, it looked as though she was completely oblivious to the birthday party raging on downstairs. Suddenly, she perked up at the sight of a figure stumbling along, trying to balance a cake box and a few other packages without tripping over his coat.

She heard the swell of laughter and noise coinciding with the figure's arrival, and a few moments later, there was a knock at her bedroom door. Lockwood stepped in, and she tilted her head only a fraction away from the window.

"There's the birthday girl!"

"Hey."

"I brought the cake."

"I saw."

"And your presents."

"Saw those too."

He shrugged his coat off, raking his fingers through his hair as he looked for a mirror. "Told you I'd get here in time for the cake cutting."

She finally turned from the window, unable to suppress her frustration any longer. "No, you said you'd get here in time for the party. As in, the start of the party."

There was a pause. "You don't seem to be enjoying the party much."

"Because you weren't here. Lockwood, you promised you wouldn't forget."

"I didn't! I was just...a little behind time."

"Maybe you should just go home after the party."

"Y/N. You're not going to make me sleep alone on your birthday, are you?" Silence. "I didn't want to be late, really, I didn't. It's just...the Investor's Party only happens once a year, and I don't have the connections everyone else does, so I've got to make my own if I want to stand a chance against them. You understand, don't you?"

By then, he had wandered into her bathroom, and the distant, echoey quality to his voice felt insultingly familiar. She sighed. He was never quite here, with her, was he? He just couldn't sit still. He was always going off on some new quest, forever propelled by ambitions yet unknown. With Lockwood, neither failure nor success was ever enough. It was always on to better, newer, shinier things.

"Yes, but...there aren't many people I want to celebrate my birthday with. But I wanted to celebrate it with you."

He must have heard something in her voice, because he finally slowed down. He stood in front of her with his bowtie draped around his neck and held her hands against his chest. "I know. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was late, and I'm sorry I upset you on your birthday."

Despite her better judgement, she relented, pulling her hands out of his and tying his bow tie. "I'm not upset." She fiddled with his bow, and he gave her a roguish smile before pressing a peck to her lips.

He went downstairs to join the others, but she stayed behind for a minute. She was suddenly feeling a little breathless, a little winded. She sat down for a moment, pressing a hand to her chest. Her heartbeat was a little erratic, but nothing out of the realm of normality. Maybe a little fast for someone only sitting. She closed her eyes, letting the sadness she was keeping at bay wash over her. Why was she so affected? It was only a birthday party. It didn't mean anything. He'd be there when it truly mattered. Oh Lord, she needed him to be there when it truly mattered.

She collected herself and joined Lockwood downstairs, where he was having a glass of champagne with the others. She joined him with a faint smile, looking only a little more flushed than usual. And he was laughing. He was laughing, and she wanted to peel her face off. Not that there was anything wrong with him having a laugh. She could have a laugh too. She could be downright hilarious. Egg on her face, idiot that she was.

But she couldn't really blame him. Not when there were better things and shinier people.

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cureobsession · 2 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ?

summary: your best friend finds the scars. how they feelin?

cw: various stages of cleanliness, self harm, modest levels of angst, toxic relationships, modern au.

note: self harm comfort fanfic is a shriveled and dying medium. i will do my best to revive it. also platonic comfort hell yeah.

wc: 1.8k

includes: Childe, Lisa, Kazuha

Childe

mother fucker. the warning signs had been there as long as he could remember. you, his good friend (understatement, best friend in the entire world), had been struggling with the forbidden jutsu: self harm.

what was he to do in this situation really? how could he approach you about the issue when his method of finding out was so unethical. all he had wanted was to do some snooping. figure out what silly crushes you were having on classmates that he'd never consider good enough and tease the absolute fuck out of you over it.

instead? childe felt nothing but pain. he went through the three stages of grief (laughing, crying, AND throwing up) in a matter of 5 seconds.

he had seen your diary tucked away with the rest of your notebooks a while ago, and when you invited him over to hang out, well you can guess what happened.

or rather you didnt HAVE to guess anything. Coming back from the kitchen with snacks in hand, you almost couldn't believe the sight before you.

a bundle of ruffled orange hair leaning in to a scribbler so deeply it would surprise you if the words were even legible. problem being, it was your personal scribbler. you know, the one that contained ALL of your screwed up secrets and detailed many relapses you didn't even want to think about.

"you can not be fucking SERIOUS right now. invasion of privacy!" you screeched, running over to him and snatching it right out of his hands. well he was serious. absolutely, 100%, without a doubt serious.

the man wasn't even phased by your panic. he just looked at you in complete shock and asked whether or not you were doing all right.

with the face he was making, all you could do was grumble out something along the line of "yeah you dumb idiot if you had just checked the god damn dates-" but your complaints were quickly muffled when the red head tackled you in a hug.

well shit, there go the chips and popcorn you'd been holding during this small ordeal. still, his arms were warm, so you decided to ignore the mess at your feet and enjoy his tight embrace.

"im sorry" childe said after pulling away, internally cursing himself for going overboard. he cleaned the floor, payed you back the approximate 4$ of food he had ruined (though you had insisted to him it was alright), then he scooped you up and carried you down to the kitchen. it was time for fine dining.

the planned movie night had devolved into childe going ham in the kitchen and you sitting on the counter controlling the music.

he had said a few things about being there for you whenever you needed, that he was worried, that he cared about you, all the usual shit you'd heard a million times from movies, ted talks, fanfiction, and even google when you searched something a bit too concerning for them to let you see the results.

as much as you had trouble expressing it, you appreciated childes actions, speeches on your importance and other random shit he did in attempts to cheer you up.

after the meal, the two of you headed up stairs. you taking the bed for yourself while childe slept on a sleeping bag on the floor. he was weirdly insistent about you being comfortable, hell you even slept on the bed at his house. seriously, it wouldn't be a hassle for you to brave the floor for a night, but whatever. he cares about you too damn much.

just when two were finally calming down, he rolled over towards you with a knowing smirk and whispered "really though? scaramouche? that guy is such a tool."

all you could do was sputter. he was on thin ice right now. thin fucking ice.

Lisa:

people overlooked lisa for the sole reason that she was a librarian. they thought she was a boring lady obsessed with books and nothing more, spending all her time getting pissed at people who never returned their things on time.

in reality, only one of those statements were true, and lisa was so much more than you could ever describe. it all started one night when you were studying for your exams.

you and lisa had been the only ones at the library at such an hour, thus leading to an unforgettable meeting. you because you never lived down the embarrassment, and her because you were such an incredible friend and she was happy to have you in her life she loved to joke about it.

studying mental break downs, hot coffee spills and utter idiocy aside, the two of you had become inseperable ever since. lisa would tell you every individual detail about the jean girl she was pining over and eventually you started doing the same. you would experience every movie, concert or documentary with her, even if she never stopped talking during them.

things were going incredible. until a man came into your life and fucked everything up. you thought he would be good for you, god knows your self confidence was lower than a giant isopod in the sea, so the idea of anybody showing interest in you was, in your mind, unheard of.

the relationship was short, but call this fucker a dps because he ruined everything as quickly as he could. he was never polite on your dates, routinely showing up late, eyeing other people and never once offering to pay the bill. it was when he tried to have sex with you though, that things really fell apart.

sure people had seen your scars before, but no one had ever reacted like him. he stared at your naked body in absolute disgust, told you to get dressed, and kicked you out of his apartment.

that's how you ended up on lisa's sofa, a warm fire dancing in the fireplace, a blanket tucking you in, and a hot chocolate she had forced you to drink instead of the copious amounts of alcohol you had planned.

when you finally managed to tell her what happened, lisa was straight up furious. you could SEE her face getting redder and redder, smoke coming out of her ears like an actual cartoon character.

taking a deep breath, she focused on what was more important here: you

"babe" she said quietly. "can i see them". this was your chance at finally being able to wear shorts and t shirts around her. ever the opportunist, you agreed.

pulling back the cloth that hid them, lisa couldn't help but wince at the scars decorating your skin, most white and pink, but some red, brown or purple.

"all colors shapes and sizes" you joked weakly. an A for effort i suppose.

all the girl could do was pull you into a hug, tearing up for a few minutes and whispering how much you meant to her directly into your ear.

WILL read you a bed time story and WILL smooth her hand over your healed scars comfortingly.

believe me when i say she dialed the human scumbag, asked him out on a date the next day, and beat the fuck out of him in the back alley of whatever cafe they were meant to be eating at. lisa takes no shit, she knows your worth and so should you.

Kazuha:

you came to know him from kindergarten, and like children do, fought a lot. good thing is, it only brought the two of you closer. you knew each other like the back of your own hands. thing was, kazuha lost sight of parts of you during highschool.

you, in all your infinite wisdom, were experiencing severe mental pain, and took it out on your body whenever things got out of control.

your family forced you into therapy, and for much of the summer, you attended diligently. it was unfortunate, but you never saw him once.

then university happened. a time of great stress and upheaval. after a bit too much time online, you had developed a sense of humor about your mental issues, even if your "I can be trusted with sharp objects shit" got you weird looks at time.

it was just another day in the life of someone with self harm scars. with it being summer, you wore shorts, t shirts, and whatever else it took to keep you from burning to death. people stared at you as you walked down the halls. you genuinely could not care less. what were they going to do? heal them? reverse your years of teenage suffering? find the cure to depression? i think not.

yeah you were still miserable at times. you felt like you were going to relapse when things got tough, but you were better now. you could handle it.

you saw kazuha again, both of you enrolled in similar medical classes. even after months apart, you two clicked back together right away. it was kind of awkward though with the amount of uh. texture on your legs and arms. it was obvious he wanted to talk about it but wasn't quite sure how to do so.

people you didn't know seeing your scars was no big deal. you didn't care what they thought, for all you could tell, they were NPCs, but kazuha? this was a whole separate issue.

he had been close with you for so long and had done so much for you. you felt like your scars were telling him he wasn't enough. time to lighten the mood a bit. no use in such a depressing conversation on the first day of school.

"i was practing last year" you explain the next time you catch your platinum blonde (how he got it that color was a mystery to you) friend glancing at your forearms. "always wanted to be a surgeon" he looks stunned for a second before laughing lightly and responding "you are ridiculous" with a shake of his head.

good enough. it was almost a relief kazuha didn't make a big deal out of things. the rest of the day continued as usual, walk to class, take notes, read etc. all that boring school stuff, until finally it was time to go back to your dorm.

little did you know, your fellow med school attendee had an evil suprise for you. don't doubt the fact that he would write some "your skin isn't paper, so don't cut it" type poem and slide it under your door.

lucky for you, one of his dude bros told him that, according to his intuition, the note was not the move.

instead he showed up to your dorm around supper time with a basket full of baked goods, tea, flowers and a cute stuffed animal. "damn you went all out. the fuck is the occasion?" you laughed when he entered the room. who kazuha was trying to woo this time was unknown to you, but his over the top gestures never failed to make you giggle.

he shook his head with a smile and shoved the basket into your arms. "look i know you're strong enough to take care of yourself but its hard sometimes. this university shit isn't going to be easy." he pauses to swing a few punches at an invisible target, and hop from foot to foot quickly. "so you better talk to me the second you start feeling sad. I'll get rid of those emotions as soon as they appear".

you almost started sobbing at the doorway. get you a man like kazuha. I know he'd treat you right.

still, you hoped he hadn't spent time watching boxing matches for this breif charade. his impressions were a bit too realistic for comfort.

#genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #lisa minci #kazuha #childe #childe x reader #kazuha x reader #lisa x reader #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #genshin hcs #tartaglia #genshin x you #platonic #platonic genshin x reader

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tomatoswup · 11 months

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Lunch Time!

summary: Since you didn't get McDonald's the last time, maybe you should get some for Lunch! You sure are hungry!

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warnings/tags: knives/nai jumpscare, another crack!drabble hehe, they really gonna put yall to work,,,you don'T EVEN WORK THERE,, but no warnings just plucking chickens :P, humor,

A/N: sorry for barely any updates, i just got sick again :,D am suffering,,,anyways is this another mcdonalds AU fic? YES,,, poor reader, they really goin through it naww,,,hehehe enjoy~

Work was a tiring, dreadful thing.

Thats what you concluded as you twirled and spun around in your office chair. How long have you been here now? 5 Hours now?

The rings of phones going off, the gossiping of co-workers around your cubicle, and the bright computer screen honestly just made the side of your head pound. The growl of your stomach making you feel somewhat a bit worse as the rushed small breakfast of the morning wasn't as filling as you would've wanted it to be.

What time was it anyway?

Planting your feet on the ground, stopping the spinning chair, you peaked up at the lone analog clock on the monotoned colored wall.

12:00 PM

Oh! How'd you miss that? It was lunch!

Without a seconds thought with the urge to get the fuck outta the place, you got up and grabbed your keys. Maybe a good meal could clear your headache. Thinking about it, you haven't visit that odd McDonalds in a while, it wouldn't hurt to visit again...

Right?

It didn't take long to find yourself in that same McDonald's, swinging the door open and cautiously walking in to avoid an airborne bun or sausage.

Maybe the nice guy from last time could take your order! What's his name? Bash?..Flash?...Vash, Vash! That was it!

"Hi-" Looking up as you took your wallet out of your bag, you couldn't help but freeze in place.

Oh shit

Instead of the kind-hearted poor worker you had expected, the scary, built...Actually pretty built dude who pummeled the shit out of that customer from that morning stood there. They did kind of look alike though.. Twins?

He shot you a stank look, tilting his head to the side.

Nope.

"Oh, uh..." You gaped out.

Peeping at the name tag on his...why was his chest that plump- SORRY IM SORRY WHAT WAS HIS NAME?

Squinting, you made out the name "Nai" before your thoughts were interrupted by cough.

"So you gonna order or keeping staring at me?" Your cheeks flushed as you took out your wallet “Oh uh yeah, sorry, can I get a number 2-"

"We don't have that."

...Okay? This was a McDonald's right? They really don’t have any quarter-pounders in the back?

Wasn't that their most common meal item?

"Oh? Really? I didn't think you guys would run out of-" Nai whipped his finger up to the clock on the wall nearby "You came at a shitty time, everyone working comes in and orders shit. So pick again."

A bit stunned, you rubbed your hands together out of nervousness before looking back up at the menu...What? Would you wanna get your ass beat by a McDonald's worker?

"Then can I get a 10 piece chicken nugget mea-"

"We don't have that either."

MF HUH???

HOW THE HELL DO THEY NOT HAVE ANY CHICKEN NUGGETS?!

"Chicken nuggets? Ya'll really don't have chicken nuggets?" You exasperated.

"Office party. Ordered 4 orders of our 50 chicken nugget deal, cleared our storage right up. Look, are you gonna order something we have or what?"

HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSE TO KNOW WHAT THEY HAD AND DIDN'T HAVE?!

"Or if you really want nuggets, how about you pluck the chicken in the back?" He deadpanned, leaning on the counter with his right hand and resting his left on his hip.

"....do you guys really have a-"

"No we don't have a fucking chicken."

Damn it.

"Wait..." He muttered, whipping his face around to the clock again as the beeps and dings of the back of the McDonald's became consistent, ringing at every minute.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before walking out from behind the counter to the front door.

"Hey!" He yelled as you looked around, he wasn't talking to you right? You nervously pointed to yourself unsure "Yes you! Get behind the fucking counter, I don't wanna get sued again."

SAY LESS SIR!!

You aint wanna get your ass handed to you today!!!!

You quickly slipped behind the counter with Nai right behind you. "What happened?" You asked, putting your bag down as Nai rummaged in the cabinets for something.

Was someone robbing the store? Was there another another customer he was gonna fight? Cops?

It wasn't until you heard slams on the door that you looked back down at him, before getting a face full of fabric.

"A-A hat?" You cried out as he stood back up "They break down the doors sometimes but you can work the shift today." Giving you a hardened smile, he slapped the hat down onto your head.

WAIT YOU DON'T EVEN WORK HERE!!!

"I CAN'T DO THIS!"

Suddenly, you heard a loud pop of a lock break, and the waves of business men and women, and other customers pushed through the door, hogging the lobby up as if they were the sardines from that one Spongebob episode.

"Well!? Nai screamed at you "Take their order!"

Bro you didn't even get to order food! When did your lunch end anyway?!

With a heavy sigh and slouched shoulders, you pressed a few buttons on the screen "Hello welcome to McDonald's, how can I get your order?"

Why do you keep coming here anyways?...

'Can I leave now?'

It didn't take long for the hour to end, and all the customers to be cleared out that all the staff from the back had come out to the front.

"Are they dead?"

"Well they sure look like it- Ow! What was that for!?"

"Wolfwood don't say that!"

Your body was slouched against one of the walls, the McDonald's hat covering your face as you sat there as limp as a doll.

"I hope they're alright..." One of the more taller browned haired female worker said as the small black haired one went to shake your shoulder.

"Just kick them, maybe they'll awake."

"Legato don't-"

"OW!!!"

Never again....

#vash x reader #trigun imagines #trigun #trigun headcanons #trigun stampede x reader #nicholas d wolfwood #vash imagine #trigun knives #millions knives #trigun mcdonalds au #trigun maximum headcanons #am writing this as i have two napkins stuffed up my nose #trigun nai

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livingincolorsagain · 8 months

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hello dear! so for the asks game:

1. My favorite fic of yours: favorite choices and rough surfaces

2. My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours: a close call but chapter 4 of careless whisper has my heart

3. The best character you've written for: sam and bucky I'm not choosing. you write them both perfectly

4. The best ship you've written for: sambucky duh

5. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to: none obviously. (can you say the same, a? can you?)

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: TOO MUCH. bucky's monolgue from ch4, they chase the sun like i chase you sunshine, it was dangerous, they both have their scars, sam stopped caring about those a long time ago. how do you think i notice all those little recurring details

7. What made me the most emotional after reading: I don't recall exactly the chapter but you should. it's the careless whisper chapter thay physically pained me I couldn't reread it again immediately. also ch4 again and deadly kiss. you make me cry a lot a

8. What I like the most about your writing: man i fucking love it all. your attention to details, your descriptions, your poetic lines. your deep understanding of the characters, how you say soo much with one simple line. how you set the scene wonderfully, foreshadowings and callback. i love everything

9. A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting: obviously careless whisper

10. A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them: sarahrhoedy. i never even considered the possibility but now they consumed me

11. Something I wish/hope you write: god I hope you don't take this as pressure but it's gotta be the soulmates au

12. A fic of yours that i've re-read: so many deadly kiss, i replay every embrace, I'm blanking but you know the ones. i think i reread most of them anyway

13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else: to anyone who'd listen. uhh i think i did before yes

14. A fic I didn't expect to like so much: favorite choices obviously. and you know why! but dammit that fic is a masterpiece and i adore it so much. made me tear up

15. Aquestion I have about one of your fics: hmmm I always ask the questions as soon as i think of them. let's seeee. do you think you'll make a playlist for careless whisper and share it with us? both songs you used as titles and ones that remind you of it.

okay that's it now if there are typos ignore them im sleepy. byeee <3

hey! hello! omg! I can’t believe you answered all of them omg 😭

not even gonna tag the fics because that’s basically all of them, so instead gonna tag my ao3.

from this list

I don’t even know what to say, I just keep rereading every answer and beaming. Gonna try to say something anyway tho!

2. Chapter 4 of careless whisper also has my heart. The confrontation scene between Sam and Bucky especially is very important. Also I was really happy with the song choice and how it’s echoed throughout the chapter. (I go back and forth between how I feel about my writing in the chapter, but it’s always special to me and ultimately I’m happy with it)

5. No you can’t say that! Have you read my ronarry stuff? No, you didn’t. (Okay and neither can I, but not the point)

6. gonna cry actually. brb

7. That would be chapter 5! I very vividly remember you reading it for the first time and our very emotional conversation afterwards. (Sorry for making you cry a lot)

8. (another crying break) omg you have no idea how much this means to me. thank you so much baby <333

10. sarahrhodey for the win!

11. one day. i promise. it deserves to see the light of day

14. it’s still absolutely crazy to me how much you like that fic. i didn’t even think you’d read it and you not only read, it’s one of your favourites now. man

15. I think I might, yes. Maybe towards the end.

#ask game #saryasy #hi sary i love you

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mordeiswrld · 4 months

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HELLO!! how are you? i wanted to send in a request if that’s alright! since I wanted to take my chance to request this ^^ so anyways

may I request crismon, stolas and octavia with a Male! Reader who has a Karkat Vanitas Personality from Homestuck?

Thanks!

Hey im doing alright! thank you for requesting sorry this took so long 😅

STOLAS, CRIMSON, & OCTAVIA WITH A M!S/O WHO ACTS LIKE KARKAT VANITAS

CRIMSON👹🖤

1. Y/n and Crimson have a fiery and passionate relationship, filled with constant banter and playful arguments. Their conversations are often filled with sarcastic remarks and snarky comebacks, but deep down, they both know that they truly care for each other.

2. Despite their strong personalities, y/n and Crimson are fiercely loyal to each other. They always have each other's backs, no matter the situation. Their shared determination and unwavering support create an unbreakable bond between them.

3. Y/n's Karkat-like traits often clash with Crimson's assertiveness, leading to humorous and intense debates. However, they find that their opposing personalities complement each other perfectly, creating a balance that strengthens their relationship.

4. Both y/n and Crimson are ambitious and driven individuals. They constantly push each other to strive for greatness and achieve their goals, serving as each other's motivation and inspiration.

5. Y/n’s analytical and strategic thinking, reminiscent of Karkat Vanitas, adds a unique dynamic to their partnership. He often comes up with clever plans to tackle the challenges he faces, impressing Crimson with his intelligence and resourcefulness.

6. In their downtime, y/n and Crimson enjoy engaging in friendly competitions and games. Whether it's testing their skills in combat or challenging each other in intellectual debates, their competitive nature keeps their relationship exciting and filled with energy.

7. Despite their tough exteriors, both y/n and Crimson have their vulnerable moments. They confide in each other, sharing their fears, insecurities, and past traumas. Their ability to understand and support one another during these vulnerable moments strengthens their connection.

8. Y/n's Karkat-like outbursts of frustration and anger are often met with Crimson's fiery personality. However, over time, they learn to find solace in each other's presence and help each other manage their emotions, creating a space where they can be vulnerable without judgment.

9. Together, y/n and Crimson become a formidable force, taking on the challenges of their respective worlds side by side. Even when Crimson is doing his unnecessary evil bidding

10. Crimson may not like it at first only because you’re a guy and he dislikes gay people and couldn't ever see himself liking a guy but since you're not too much to handle maybe he could get used to this

STOLAS💙👑

1. Y/N and Stolas have an interesting dynamic, as their personalities clash in both chaotic and intriguing ways. Y/N’s Karkat-like personality brings forth a mix of frustration and curiosity from Stolas, who finds his fiery nature both amusing and challenging.

2. Despite their initial differences, y/n and Stolas find common ground in their shared intelligence and wit. They engage in intellectual debates and discussions, often challenging each other's ideas and pushing the boundaries of their knowledge.

3. Y/n’s Karkat-like outbursts of frustration and anger can often catch Stolas off guard, but he's intrigued by his passionate nature. Over time, Stolas learns to appreciate Y/n’s emotions as an honest expression of his thoughts and feelings.

4. Stolas is drawn to the y/n's sharp mind and strategic thinking, recognizing his potential as an ally. They often collaborate on complex plans and schemes, utilizing their combined intellect to overcome challenges and achieve their goals.

5. While Stolas may initially struggle with y/n's blunt and confrontational approach, he comes to value his honesty and directness. Y/N straightforward nature creates a refreshing contrast to Stolas' more manipulative tendencies, leading to a unique and balanced partnership.

6. Y/N and Stolas share a love for knowledge and exploration. They spend hours discussing various topics, from arcane magic to the mysteries of the multiverse. Their intellectual connection deepens their bond, as they constantly challenge and inspire each other to seek greater understanding.

7. Despite their intellectual connection, Y/N and Stolas also find comfort in each other's vulnerability. They confide in one another, sharing their fears, regrets, and past traumas. Through these moments of vulnerability, they develop a profound understanding and empathy for each other.

8. Y/N's protective nature, reminiscent of Karkat Vanitas, surprises Stolas at first. However, he comes to appreciate his unwavering loyalty and willingness to fight for what he believes in. Y/N becomes Stolas' confidant and steadfast companion, offering support and guidance during his moments of doubt.

9. Together, y/n and Stolas embark on daring adventures and quests, exploring the realms of magic and chaos. Their combined talents and abilities make them a formidable duo, capable of overcoming even the most daunting obstacles.

10. He misses Blitzø sometimes but he knows that if he stayed in that situation that it wouldn't have ended well so he just hopes that it doesn't happen with you since you and Blitzø act almost alike

OCTAVIA💜💎

1. Y/n and Octavia have an interesting dynamic, as their personalities are both intense and passionate. Y/n's Karkat-like personality matches Octavia's fiery nature, creating a connection based on shared emotions and a deep understanding of each other's frustrations.

2. Despite their initially abrasive interactions, y/n and Octavia find solace in each other's company. They share a mutual appreciation for music and often engage in jam sessions, finding comfort and expression through their shared love for melody and rhythm.

3. Y/n's Karkat-like outbursts of frustration and Octavia's fiery temper can create volatile moments, where their emotions clash and intensify. However, they also find a strange sense of camaraderie in these moments, as they understand the need to let their emotions out and find release.

4. Octavia is intrigued by y/n’s intensity and sees it as a reflection of her own passionate nature. They engage in deep conversations about life, art, and the pursuit of individuality, often challenging each other's perspectives and pushing the boundaries of their creativity.

5. Y/n's protective instincts, reminiscent of Karkat Vanitas, manifest in his desire to shield Octavia from harm and support her artistic endeavors. He becomes her loyal confidant and pillar of support, offering guidance and encouragement during her moments of self-doubt.

6. Together, y/n and Octavia create a unique blend of music and chaos. They collaborate on projects, combining their talents to produce captivating performances that leave audiences in awe. Their shared love for music becomes a driving force in their relationship, allowing them to connect on a deeper level.

7. Despite their fiery personalities, y/n and Octavia also have moments of vulnerability and introspection. They confide in each other, sharing their fears, dreams, and past traumas. Through these moments of vulnerability, they develop a profound understanding and empathy for each other.

8. Y/n's Karkat-like determination and Octavia's relentless pursuit of individuality create a powerful synergy. They encourage each other to embrace their true selves, unapologetically expressing their emotions and desires, even in a world that may not fully understand or accept them.

9. Together, y/n and Octavia embark on a journey of self-discovery and artistic growth. They push each other to explore new boundaries, experiment with their art, and break free from societal expectations. Their relationship becomes a catalyst for personal and creative transformation.

10. She confides in him about her worries and struggles and about her family life, she finally feels like she has a voice and that she's important and is worthy of someone's love even when her family is falling apart

#crimson helluva boss #helluva boss #helluva stolas #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss crimson #helluva octavia

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separatist-apologist · 9 months

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Fall is in the air MB. Please rate the ACOTAR boys on how likely they are to be a PSL dude

I was just thinking how much I missed when people were asking me to do my rankings. If you're new here, remember that my opinion is the only objective one in the fandom and I accept 0 criticism if you disagree. Ranking Least likely to most likely.

9. Tamlin- Do you know how many calories/additives are in a PSL? He's a tea man, besides.

8. Kallias- Look, he's a chestnut praline guy. Halloween, fall weather, even PSL is just an annoying prelude to the REAL holiday- Non-denominational solstice. He's not interested in it- it's not bad, it's just...not good.

7. Tarquin- Life is natures caffeine, okay? He doesn't begrudge anyone for enjoying it, but if he wants that sweet rush of dopamine (OR WHATEVER ITS DOING TO OUR BRAINS IM NOT A SCIENTIST), he'll go outside for a hike. Do you, but no thanks.

6. Rhys- I think Rhys WANTS to be a PSL dude. He's got the scarf (give it back to Taylor Rhys!!!), he's got the fall foliage in the background. He's even got the PSL in hand. It's just...it tastes SO BAD he doesn't understand why people like it. 1/10 for trying

5. Jurian- It's FINE, okay? It's nothing special, just a drink and honestly people should get a grip.

4. Cassian- Thought it was going to be life changing. Like Rhys, loves to do a thirst trap for the 'gram when its PSL season. He prefers the frap if we're being honest (don't tell Nesta because she might want to put sugar in her oatmeal if she knew)

3. Lucien- Pumpkin everything, obviously. He's not publicizing it for likes, but everyone knows he's first in line the day PSL is back, double fisting them to make up for lost time. Blood to caffeine content is just pumpkin, he's vibrating at the speed of sound

2. Azriel- Tries to make his own at home but it's not the same. Dumps his PSL in an at-home travel cup, if you ask him what he's drinking, he'll lie and say "coffee, black." Also thinks Rhys should give Taylor back her scarf (c'mon, it's just the right thing to do, man).

Eris Vanserra, king of the pumpkin spice latte. Oh you don't like it? Sorry you have bad taste, couldn't be him. Doing an internet countdown, live vlogs himself taking that first sip, dog sitting at his feet in a matching vest. Why is he on a hike with a PSL? Don't ask questions, alright? Minor internet feud with Kallias over which seasonal drink is the best, vicious followers cause Kallias to concede.

#again if you disagree with my rankings: youre wrong #you have to think with your brain and not your [redacted]#atw 10 minute version (rhys version)

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poetlcs · 4 months

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2024 album listens

Recording all the albums I listened to in full for the first time in 2024. Albums released this year are marked with a *

Making Movies by Dire Straits. 5/5 Top 3: Romeo and Juliet, Hand to Hand, Tunnel Of Love

Light, Dark, Light Again by Angie McMahon 4/5 Top 3: Saturn Returning, Divine Fault Line, Staying Down Low I liked this album but I thought some songs sounded a little samey samey. It reminded me of Punisher a lot.

I Put a Spell on You by Nina Simone 4/5 Top 3: Feelin' Good, One September Day, July Tree I've listened to a lot of the songs on this album but never the whole thing top to bottom. I love her voice so much. I just think some of the best songs on this album are a LOT better then some of the lesser songs.

Summer Days by San Cisco. 3/5 top 3: summer days, lost without you, high I love San Cisco but lately their music hasn't hit as much. I thought this was a fairly so so album. Songs were nice but it felt a little uninspired

MADRA by newdad. 4.5/5 top 3: nosebleed, angel, sickly sweet BANGER of an album. Super cohesive with some really interesting riffs and bits and bobs on each song. I was shocked to see this is a debut album. one of those albums where you immediately go back to relisten to the songs. only took the 0.5 away cos I think it's slightly too long

Loss of Life by MGMT. 3/5 top 3: dancing in babylon, bubblegum dog, nothing changes It's okay - I just thought it didn't really stick. Like not much REALLY stood out

eternal sunshine by ariana grande. 4/5 top 3: supernatural, I wish I hated you, we can't be friends & bye This was close to being perfect but I really think it needed a powerful ballad in the middle and the writing to me was okay in parts but overrall i really liked it. her vocals sound amazing this is the first ari album I've truly enjoyed since thank u next

the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan 4.5/5 top 3: after midnight, red wine supernova, coffee bit late to this one IM SORRY but wow this is such a fun and excellent album. I couldn't stop smiling the entire way through. I love that it also has some more slow and intimate moments too. Really embodying the idea of the rise and fall in the way the tone goes up/down sad/happy you know. It feels both familiar and new at the same time which I love. Sort of reminded me of melodrama in the structure which I LOVE. The ONLY reason I took off the 0.5 is because I feel the start of the album was a lot stronger then the end. I even think possibly one song could be cut. But it's very good! loved it!

grace by jeff buckley. 4.5/5 top 3: lover, you should've come over, hallelujah, forget her I've probably listened to 70% of this album just never sat down to listen to it all in a row. anyways LYSCO/Hallelujah has to be one of the craziest back to back song pairings ever. This is suchh a beautiful album my ONLY issue is I don't like eternal life and don't think it fits the vibe. Amazing album though

cowboy carter by beyonce. 4/5 top 3: texas hold em, bodyguard, blackbiird I thought the production of this was the highlight. Also loved how stylistic it was, I love a concept album. Thought the first half was stronger and it's too long, which is why it's a 4 star. Blackbiird cover was GORGEOUS, Jolene cover I don't love as much. The original tracks are great with a feww I don't love as much. Overall very good! I will be listening a lot

found heaven by conan grey. 3/5 top 3: killing me, winner, alley rose I think I wanted to like this more than I did. I really love new wave and the production was GREAT, literally sounded like a song off an 80s album. But I overall found it kind of derivative. It was like oh yep thats the elton song, thats the joy division song, thats the queen song. It felt almost inauthentic at times, and maybe it's just because cowboy carter just came out and showed us all how it's done but it just felt too much like copying music rather than being inspired by. Some of the songs were big misses for me, and the highlights were definitely the ones with more vulnerable lyrics and singing.

#mine #music #2024 albums

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txxfiles · 3 months

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give me all the fics where the boys kiss

Hi! It looks like I'm week 3!

I honestly have no idea idea what im doing really but i guess you'll just have to listen to me ramble about something i enjoy. Seems to fit the theme we've accidentally settled on and well! if theres one thing im good at rambling about its bl fanfiction. i read ALOT of fanfiction. like 13million words worth of it in 2023 alone (an estimate but i did the ugly math for jan and feb last year and id already read 2.7 million words so i dont think its too high an estimate).

ive read fics from too many fandoms to count and also have way more hyperfixations then any one person has a right too but the one that has owned my ass consistently for the last 4 years is The Untamed otherwise know as Mo Dao Zu Shi (MDZS).

The lovely Eucalyptus from week 2 was watching the untamed during covid (and holy shit what a wild ride that was) and the next thing I know im neck deep drowning in fan art and tiktok edits of beautiful chinese men that have no business being as talented as they are (Im looking at u Wang Yibo) This. shit. fucked. up. my. life.

then i turned to my good friend AO3 (love of my life i could not exist without you) and 4 years later ive read my tags dry. if its complete, ive read it. im getting desperate and ive started reading works in progress, yikes. its so risky i honestly cannot tell you how much anxiety it gives me. ive been burnt too many times.

HOWEVER

this does mean if you need a fic recommendation then your girl has got you covered, so i figured i would share with you my TOP SIX fic recommendations. im sorry i tried to make it 5 but i just couldnt do it.

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner & sundiscus

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji - 71,479 words - Complete

Omg. Wangxian Startrek AU. The pining, the miscommunication. I felt every range of emotion on this roller-coaster. I literally printed this out so that I could keep it forever. I wish I could read it for the first time all over again. This Fic hit AO3 like a comet. It even has it’s own Tumblr thread! Also comes with stunning fanart.

Paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji - 53,808 words - Complete

Modern Day AU, Musician/Single dad Lan Wangji falls in love with his son’s Art Teacher Wei Wuxian. I swear it's one of the cutest stories ever written, makes me feel all the good things. A-yuan is adorable and wangxian are hot and charming. The Ultimate wangxian comfort fic.

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller

Jin Rulan & Wei Wuxian - 63,907 words - Complete

Jin Ling fishes his Da-Ju out of the gutter post canon (Literally dying alone in a dirty inn, Wei Wuxian it's been 5 minutes pls) and decides if no one else is gonna keep him then he damn well will.

It is perfect.

Junior Quartet goodness, Yunmeng bro reconciliation and Jin Ling being a boss bitch little shit that has no time for anyone's bullshit. I cried as much as Jin Ling did in this story – which is alot. (Also another story ive made myself a solid copy of that i can love forever)

Joy In The Mindst of These Things by Glitterbombshell

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji - 52,901 words - 5 Works

TEACHER WEI WUXIAN! I love this trope with my whole soul. Lots of adorable baby Lans, I would kill for them. Beautifully written. Lan Qiren gets a much needed wakeup call. Last story is incomplete but can be read without the 5th installment. SO WORTH IT, ive read it like 10 times

The One-Body Problem by mitisket

Lan Jingyi & Wei Wuxian - 28,689 words - Complete

Well shit. How many times have a reread this story? I honestly couldn't tell you. Jingyi gets possessed by Wei Wuxian’s very tired soul pre canon and it changes nothing and yet everything. Their friendship gives me life and Jingyi fixes a lot of problems for his new bestie/mentor/uncle with his big mouth. Mom I love him

The Edge of Night by Hobbsy3

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji - 277,225 words - Complete

The best Zombie Apocalypse au on the MDZS tag honestly. There are so many good zombie film references in this one, i see you Train to Busan. Baby junior quartet, a perfect Wei Wuxian modern day depiction and so much love, angst and stress. It's delicious and I've never recovered.

All of these fics are actually part of a mother document i made last week of all my favourite fics organised by tag because apparently thats what i do with my free time. hit me up if you need a rec!

Now that ive gotten that off my chest i'll let you be lol. maybe I'll do a rec for a different fandom next time. I definitely have enough to choose from!

Lots of Love,

Iris

#blog post #fic rec #mdzs #rant post #2024 #Iris

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omni-scient-pan-da · 11 months

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(The official!) Buddy Daddies Review (by me) (your beloved mutual) (ana)

I'll try to keep it brief <3

okay so i watched all 7 episodes in one go. Idk if you've watched everything but don't worry this is spoiler free and completely subjective

now did i watch all 7 eps bc i was having a blast and couldn't stop? well. no. i actually wasn't invested at all when they were introducing the characters in the first ep. or when their dynamic was still being established in the 2° and 3° ep.

i just kept going bc i hoped it was going somewhere id enjoy jskajskajs AND IT DID! by the end of the 3rd ep i was finally interested in the characters and the introduction was over. so i had genuine fun on eps 4 5 6 and 7. my mistake was expecting sxf when this was something else entirely <3

overall: 7/10 (good!), will keep watching. thanks for the rec <3<3

I COULD HAVE SWORN I ANSWERED THIS ASK MONTHS AGO APPARENTLY IT'S BEEN SITTING IN MY ASK BOX FOR LIKE MONTHS IM SO SORRY

Anyways I'm very glad you enjoyed Buddy Daddies, I think it's a really cute show and also I'm applying to be in a Buddy Daddies Zine (where I might get paid to write fanfiction?? Wild) so I'm glad you like it!! And also if you're interested in reading Buddy Daddies fanfiction uhh lmk and I'll send you the link when I start/finish writing it!

#panda posts #the all knowing panda answers questions #ask number 138 #buddy daddies

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foryourownbosom · 2 years

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Favorite Laukids headcannons?

hi anon ! so sorry im answering this just now, life has been chaos with uni and i havent had the time to properly respond 😔 BUT THIS IS MY FAV ASK EVER SKFJKSFGDSG ITS MY TIME TO SHINE .

ALRIGHT. i have LOTS of fav headcanons,,,, probably too many. based on the number i am ashamed to admit how much time i waste thinking about this family. so, im gonna *try* to pick some of my favourites and write them below! (beware, this is gonna be long. because of that, the headcanons are gonna be under a cut for anyone who might actually be interested in reading them 😭) to the ones who do, enjoy <3

SO OKAY my favourite headcanon of them all (and the one that i believe i kind of,,, developed the most?) is that each sibling had a specific flower name as a nickname, all chosen by eleanor. i like to think that based on the traits and personality she saw in her children, eleanor would pick a flower whose symbolism matched with the child in question. when calling them, she would adress the children by those flowers (eg. calling jack "my sunflower", nelly "my little magnolia", etc!)

in the case of polly for example (the last one born shortly before eleanor's death), polly had "sweet pea" as a name. eleanor knew she wasnt going to live much longer but still wanted to continue the tradition of nicknaming her babies, so she chose a flower whose symbolism typically means strength, departures and goodbyes. according to the symbolism, sweet peas mean "thank you for a lovely time”. eleanor wanted to, at least, thank polly for the time she could spend together with her last baby, as short as it was. (i wont get into details about every nickname bc i would ramble for too long 😭- i really wanna make a separate post or smth explaining that one day kdjgksdgd,,, but thats mainly the reason why the laukids have a specific flower for each of them when i drew the charts :"))

alright so thats the *main* headcanon i have. here are some other fav hcs that are not that,, extense KDJSKAF. they are pretty much random thoughts i collected throughout time:

one night, way past their bedtimes, nelly and patsy swore they saw ghosts on the graveyard while going outside to play. they swore to never sneak out and go out to play at night ever again

henri, john and nelly (ages 5, 4 and 3) would often make "mud stew" on poodles after it rained with literally anything they could find.

their favourite games were playing pirates, climbing, and playing hide & seek behind the oak trees

john slipped from a pretty high branch that bruised his knee. that left a big scar on his left leg that even as an adult was still visible

nelly was the first one of the girls who started playing the harpsicord, and patsy followed after her sister. nelly would teach her simple little melodies and play together sometimes. after nelly passed away, john usually sat by patsy's side when she played so she wouldn't be alone. he couldn't play of course, but he tried singing to accompany patsy on the little melodies she learned by her late sister

john had really good hearing and could replicate bird sounds with high accuracy. that caused the birds to usually come very near him and to not fly away. patsy called john a "bird whisperer" because of that

kids patsy and john once found an egg below a tree, and brought it home to take care of it. it turned out to be a carolina parakeet, and patsy named her iris. they taught her,,, french curse words. and thought it was the funniest thing ever. after a few months, they set her free

polly has the record for the sibling that broke jars and china cups the most (followed by jemmy, but he would argue that those were harry's fault)

also, now that we are on the topic of harry and jemmy: although most of the time they were inseparable partners in crime, sometimes they would fight over really small things (but to them of course, those things were. pretty big deals™) one some occasions, they were so crossed with each other that they would sit the furthest from one another at the table, and used john as their messenger for days bc they refused to speak directly to the other. they would exchange Very Serious Angry Letters across the room as if they were two opposed kingdoms, and john was in the middle delivering those letters. john always succeeded on the mission to cease the fights though, and as soon as he would fall for a prank, he annoyingly (but happily) knew jemmy and harry befriended again

jemmy once beat harry on a game of marbles (harry was considered the best player among the siblings) and harry was so frustrated he swore to never play again. (that promise lasted, of course, less than a week. and that jemmy victory was probably the reason why they didn't speak to each other for days)

when john was a toddler he once doodled over an entire set of letters of henry sr and he had to start all over again from scratch. that child had 0 awareness of space and he thought literally everything was a potential canvas to draw on-

he also probably drank paint water while using watercolors too many times ,, (artists' culture for ya)

the Main Kids (john, patsy, harry and jemmy) would often organize little plays where they created stories and whole worlds/kingdoms with their characters in it. at night, they couldn't be as loud so with the help of candles they played by creating shadows on the walls

harry stopped two of his siblings from eating,,, questionable AND dangerous things by pure luck . one, when toddler jemmy wanted to eat a worm. and two, when he stopped john from eating a poisoned berry. (the latter was originally a bit dark though so i wont elaborate much)

jemmy was almost 6 years old when he sailed with john and henry sr to europe for schooling (harry joined a bit later), so i headcanon that his first tooth fell around that time while on port, and he rushed to john and showed it to him :")

jemmy doodled the three of them (he and his two older brothers) on a piece of paper, and john almost cried. he kept the drawing safe on one of his books so it wouldn't get lost or damaged

eleanor would always sing lullabies to the kids before bed because it help them wind down. after eleanor's gone, the siblings usually asked john to sing to them because he was the one who knew and remembered the melodies the most. while abroad in europe, john promised harry and jemmy that he would keep singing them for as long as he could.

john finds comfort in the fact that, at least, the last thing jemmy heard was a lullaby from his mother, sang by john. he hoped that it brought him peace for one last time.

when john, harry and jemmy were finally joining patsy and polly in europe, little polly was euphoric and was literally asking every 5 minutes when were their brothers arriving. polly had no memory of them as they all sailed when she was a baby, so of course the excitement was over the roof. when she finally met her brothers, she was glued to them, specially john. polly asked for piggyback rides and races all the time, as well as asking his brother how to do "fencing with sticks" which he delightfully obligued to provide lessons.

polly also made everyone attend and wear dresses to her Very Fancy Tea Party™ once

polly is the #1 candy theft. harry, the #1 victim of her robbery.

during the war, john liked to stay up really late and sleep by the fireplace of headquarters, as he sometimes did that with his siblings. he would also keep things that reminded him of home

later on her life, patsy would tell stories and memoirs of her childhood with john to both frances and polly. her own children would listen as well and would wonder what it would've been like to have met him

this is all for now! if you made it this far, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. i love you dearly, truly 😭😭😭💖💖 thanks for coming to my TED talk my fingers are sore from typing a

#ask #laurens family #laurens siblings #laukids #headcanons #the laukids brainworms are at their peak tonight im afraid..........#these are like. 10% of them but i really didnt wanna make this immensely long😔#this is literally a laukids headcanon masterpost i swear JAHKDJDK #ALSO most of these headcanons are wips that i never finished bc my commitment is. non-existent. sorry🥲#hope you enjoyed!! and literally the biggest thank you anon for this question #it was my time to shine and absolutely infodump my silly little thoughts about them

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Hiiiiii ! could I get a romantic marauders era and lighting era harry potter matchup?

i just turned 19. I’m bi with a lean towards males. Im black. I have brown black eyes, i have mid back EXTREMELY curly black hair but my natural hair is shoulder length and brown. Sometimes(rarely) I wear black circular glasses. im 5' 3” almost 5’ 4”. I’m not plus but I’m not thin either and I’m natural hourglass. Barely noticeable tho.

i'm ambiaverted, so like I like talking to people but I don’t like approaching the person and then I’m pretty awkward when I talk to people for the first time. When I’m with my friends I’m the loudest in the group unless I’m annoyed or just don’t like you very much. In public tho I don’t talk at all if I don’t know anybody.

Im academically smart and a bit street smart if I really think but I’m also really lazy when. I want to be. People tell me I’m a really fast learner.

I’m very loyal to my friends to the point were I end up getting myself into deep trouble. Most of my fiends are loud and spontaneous, but calm when need be while I’m calm most of the time but can be loud when I feel like it.

i play cello and love singing. My music taste is all over the place and I pretty much will listen to anything if it sounds good imo. . i love painting and drawing. my love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and time.

I have HUGE self image problems and insecurities, both physical, emotional, and mental. I’m really insecure about pretty much everything I do.

I have a verrrry large family. When I mean large I mean fourteen aunts and uncles, family members living in all seven continents, five half siblings, siblings I haven’t even met (my family is weird), my family tree is probably intewined with at least five other trees, etc. but i grew up with just my mom so I’ve always been kinda lonely and felt unwanted.

sorry for the long description ik this is probably hard to match up and doesn’t make any sense but I would REALLY appreciate this! tysm :D

Hey! Thank you so much for requesting a matchup!! I hope you enjoy it!! <33 Come back soon! :)

Harry Potter (Marauders Era);

Sirius Black:

🐾 You had known of Sirius all throughout your years in Hogwarts, sharing a few classes with him along with having heard of his pranks with James Potter; at first, you didn't know what to think of him, but that changed quickly

🐾 You watched him from afar for the first couple of years, but at a house party with your friends, he came over to talk to you; you

🐾 You were a bit awkward and hesitant, but having your friends near helped a bit, and you were thankful that he came to you instead of vice versa; surprisingly, the conversation easily flowed, minus a few awkward hiccups here and there

🐾 You had thought after that party that maybe you had embarrassed yourself to the point that Sirius would never speak to you ever again, but he surprised you again by stopping you in the hall when you were on your way to class; you couldn't even believe your luck when he asked if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him

🐾 You were a bit worried that Sirius was only talking to you because of his... Playboy persona, that he wanted to add you to his list, but when Sirius took you out on that Hogsmeade date... You felt incredibly special

🐾 Sirius took you to that tea shop where you spoke about your favorite classes, professors, hobbies, and such; that's when Sirius confessed, somewhat awkwardly, that he wanted to ask you out for a while, ever since third year

🐾 It didn't take long for the two of you to start dating, and Sirius just loved to show you off, by the end of the month, everyone in Hogwarts knew you were an item

🐾 After graduating from the magical school, both you and Sirius were able to find a nice quiet cottage in the forest where you and Sirius spent the next couple of years; your time together was spent painting, practicing your cello Sirius had gotten you, and hanging out with the fellow Marauders

🐾 Sirius always makes sure that you know that he loves you, everyday he would tell you how much he admired and adored you, how wonderful and beautiful you are; he'd shout it on the top of your cottage roof if he had to, (and he would, Sirius wants the whole world to know how much he loves you)

🐾 You were so happy that you went to that party with your friends, and you were so happy that Sirius came up to you; you love Sirius so much and you can not wait for the years to come

Harry Potter (Lightning Era);

Fred Weasley:

🃏 You met Fred when you curiously wandered into his and his twin brother's shop one morning, your curiosity got the best of you and you had to know what was inside

🃏 While you were browsing, a tall red-head popped up beside you asking if you were looking for anything specific and/or needed any help

🃏 You felt a bit awkward, slightly flustered as you told him you were just looking and the young man gave you a smile, before offering you his hand to shake; he introduced himself as Fred Weasley

🃏 At the name, you realized you knew who he was, you had been a year older than him in Hogwarts, seeing him with his twin going around pranking professors and peers alike

🃏 For the next week or so, you gained the courage to come back to the shop, even though you never purchased anything, you merely came to see the eldest twin

🃏 You were surprised when Fred offered you a job at the joke shop, and you decided to take it, finding that your job was an easy one, restocking shelves; it also gave you more time with Fred

🃏 After a while, Fred asked if you wanted to go to dinner with him, to which you were a bit hesitant, as you were his employee after all; Fred had the same worries, noticing your hesitance, telling you that it was alright if you didn't want to go

🃏 You really liked Fred a lot, so the next day at work, after the children and skeptical parents left, you nervously asked Fred out to dinner; you could still remember the smile on his face and the way his cheeks and eye lit up

🃏 Dinner was amazing, eating at a small restaurant near the shop, you and Fred spoke about everything and anything, and Fred was happy to see you open up; he fondly admired the smile on your face and your sweet laugh as he retold a prank of his and his twin's

🃏 Fred cares deeply for you, making sure you are alright mentally and physically, and if you aren't be prepared to be bombarded with a lot of hugs, sweet words whispered in your ear, and all the time with him in the world

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not-a-big-slay · 2 years

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Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem!reader

summary: betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you can't figure out from whom it really came from

warnings: mentions of killing, gambling addiction, swearing, mention of slavery

A/N: alright hello, im back. this is the longest chapter yet and, no kidding, i wrote it for 7 hours. its over 4.5k words and its my fav chapter yet, so i hope you'll enjoy as well! now i know that Poker has many versions and can be played differently, i just described the version i know. sorry about the ending being kind of unfinished but 7 hours of writing did a toll on me and i couldn't think of a good ending. if you wanna be updated for future chapters, say so in the comments :) also i just noticed i was using batrayEl in previous summaries?

part: 5/?

previous part: part 4

next part: part 6

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Y/N tripped again, hitting stacks of wooden crates with her shoulder. It was a miracle they didn't fell over. She continued walking, not looking back as if it would kill her instantly, which was definitely an option. Her breathing was fast as light and she could swear it was the only thing keeping her on her feet.

Y/N looked into ghost's eyes back there and her mind couldn't grasp it. He's alive he's alive he's alive... It repeated like a broken vinyl and only could be stopped by turning it off. Y/N tripped over the last time and fell to the ground. Her widened eyes looked behind her, expecting him or Rollins to walk out of the alley she came from. No one came, the streets were empty, filled only by crashing waves, but Y/N felt watched more than ever. The cold cobblestone beneath her bare hands tried his best to calm her down while her mind took the girl back to past.

She was newly 10 years old when a man came to Deln's warehouse. It wouldn't be something odd, however, this man was known as one of the most dangerous people in Ketterdam. Her mother held her tightly, as though she was trying to hide her. Y/N was scared, but only because every slave around her was. She did know Pekka Rollins, everyone did, but couldn't understand why her mother clutched to her so much, Deln sold children from age 12 or above. Rollins talked to Deln for quite a long time, sometimes laughing at something one of them said. Few slaves started sobbing or panicking, feared they might be chosen. Y/N sinked into her mother's arms, trying to find peace within.

The talking stopped and was quickly replaced by footsteps, making their way to the slaves. Y/N knew the two men reached them when the cries and panicking stopped. She raised her head and looked at them. Y/N still wonders to this day if the eye contact she made with Rollins back then was their doom, if it somehow forced him to choose them as his actors for a sick play, if it was responsible for Y/N never seeing her mother again after Rollins abandoned them and took the promised freedom with him. He renamed them, gave them roles, changed their life story and themselves.

Their job was simple: act like a happy family

There were many that fell for his tricks, but only two that Y/N couldn't forget.

And she didn't. Today it was proven they were living in her head and weren't planning on leaving any time soon, not after seeing him. She thought they died like the rest. She hoped they moved out of Ketterdam as soon as they found out they were tricked. Y/N never cared about the others and they never cared for her. To them she was just a little girl, not bruised by the horrible world, but Jordie and Kaz were different. Kaz cared for her, brought a little bit of sunshine to her every time they visited. She tried to warn him, telling him they should go see the world. ,,Don't worry, we will. After Jordie earns enough money, we can go and see the world together." he said. Y/N loved the feeling that washed over her every time he spoke about their future, but at that moment she hated he was just a little boy, as oblivious as she'd played to be. She wanted to tell him all about Rollins- or Hertzoon in that case, which she thought was the ugliest surname ever- and his plan, but she couldn't sacrifice her and her mother's shot at freedom.

And she hated herself for that.

Y/N breathing slowed down as she got up and tried to figure out her location. After escaping The Emerald Palace, she didn't really think about which way to go, but rather to get away from the place as fast as she could manage. She leaned against a building and breathed deeply, hands pressed to her left hip- she got to get away somehow and due to panic, she practically jumped out of the window instead of climbing down.

Her ears picked up a laughter from around the corner and she began to make her way to it. She soon caught voices and even a queit music. Once she heard cards being shuffled, she no longer hesitated. Y/N walked into the yellow light that was surrounded by the dark alley and stepped into a doorway. In front of her appeared a small cozy room with wooden floor, a bar and many stools, chairs and tables. It must've been after their closing hours, because the bar missed it's bartender and the tables missed their customers. Only one was full, a round table with men seated around it, creating a cloud of smoke from their cigars while throwing more money on an already big pile. Y/N smiled.

Poker was her favorite.

In Novyi Zem, she developed a gambling problem, leaving her often in debts that she paid by killing off various people for free. That, of course, killed her remaining sanity, so she learned when to stop. Whenever she had a bad day, she had to lock herself at home from going, otherwise she knew she'd be playing until she had the last coin on her side. Her addiction got better, but, as they say, no addiction ever goes away. It lives in your mind, hidden in the darkest corners, waiting it's turn to take over again. It was it's turn and Y/N gladly gave it control.

"Can I play?" she asked, but her tone already decided for them. Their eyes noticed her and she took a quick look at all of them. Two men probably in their fifties, one in his early thirties with an apron around his body. The bartender she thought. One Suli boy in his mid twenties, she guessed, and one Zemeni boy not older than her for sure. They looked confused, but after a moment, their faces relaxed and one of the oldest smiled. ,"Of course, sweetheart. Take a seat."

She did so, sitting down next to the Zemeni boy. She knew better than to sit between old guys. The boy shuffled through the deck and gave everyone two cards. "You have money to play with?" he asked, keeping his cards out of her sight. Y/N kept eye contact while reaching in her back pocket and taking out a small moneyback. A gift from Pekka Rollins. Who would she be if she wouldn't rob him a little.

The men smiled and soon the game would begin. They started with 10 kruge. Y/N looked at her cards: an eight and Jack, not in the color. She threw in 10 kruge, believing in taking a risk. Zemeni boy followed her action while the Suli folded his cards. Y/N always wondered what made people do that in the first round. Perhaps really bad cards, not liking the risk or not enough money. Either way, he was out. The dealer- which she found out to be the role of the bartender- laid out two cards: a seven and a ten. Y/N only needed a nine to have a straight. She was relieved with having a chance to win, but kept her stone cold face and her hopes low. Someone may have better cards than her. The bet was raised to 50 kruge by one of the grandpas and Y/N studied his face as if she would find his cards in there. He could be bluffing or he really believed in himself.

Y/N called in, throwing 40 kruge into the pile. The bag had around 150, so she could risk it all. The Zemeni raised the bet to 70, giving her a soft smile. She mirrored it and took 30 kruge out of the bag. She had good cards and wasn't in the mood to fold them. Besides, she already threw in 40 kruge and wasn't planning on losing it. The bartender blew out air while giving up his kruge. "You believe in yourself boy." he lightly shook his head and smiled. The boy next to her leaned into his chair looking at the dealer: "It's not that I believe in myself Jeni," he looked around the table, "I just don't believe you."

They giggled at his response as the barkeeper laid out a card: Ace. Y/N still had two chances at winning. Some men hummed in thinking, while the Zemeni boy looked at her, supporting his head with his palm. "You're up, darling" he stated. Y/N looked at the cards on the table, considering the risk. She wanted to seem confident, like her cards couldn't be beaten, but not too much, so it wouldn't be suspicious. She also needed some money for another game. She reached into the moneybag and pulled out 30 kruge, raising the bet to a hundred. They seemed almost surprised, but they obliged and added the money. One of the older men folded his cards, gaining a hurtful and confused look from the other.

"What? Bluffing only goes so far.." he defended himself and prove Y/N's previous thoughts right. "Bluffing is low of you, Bernar." said the other and looked away from his friend. "At least I had the balls to bet, unlike Han over there." Bernar chuckled, pointing his head to the Suli boy. "Well, I didn't lose 70 kruge for poor bluff." Han said and Y/N noticed he sounded younger than he looked. The boy next to her took 10 kruge in his hand and turned to Y/N: "For your courage I raise the bet." He gently put the money in the pile, making it now 110 kruge. He seemed pretty confident the whole game, but that didn't threw her off the tracks. She smiled sweetly at him: "20 kruge," she said, giving the money onto the table, "only for the sake of the game."

The Zemeni laughed and pointed a finger at her: "I like this girl.". The pit now held 500 kruge. Y/N was feeling herself. She was no longer thinking about Kaz and felt like she visited Ketterdam as a trip down a memory lane, not to kill a man she wished was already rotting in a grave. This group seemed unbothered by everything going on, their only problem was not having money for a game or bad luck. She wanted to stay here forever, play cards without being afraid of someone like Rollins or Kaz, drink booze, lose money and win them back. It was a dream she couldn't fulfill, but could enjoy for now.

Jeni, the bartender as Y/N learned, folded his cards and the old man followed his action. Bernar laughed at the sight of that and almost fell down his chair. "So you accuse me of leaving and still are scared of a little raise." he patted his clearly annoyed friend on his shoulder. "Even your wife would call you a coward now, Harvey." he said, going into another phase of laughter. Y/N found it extremely addicting and let a grin appear on her face. She also noticed the small diamond on the man's left hand.

I'll buy you the biggest diamond in the world.

Y/N had to stop her thoughts before Kaz gets more into her mind. "Alright, Bernar, you can stop now." said Harvey, throwing his cards into a small deck created by other unfortunate cards.

"It's just you and me, princess." said the boy and smiled, Y/N gladly returning it, like many times before. Jeni added another card into the line: a two. Dissapointment was quickly consuming her after seeing that card. Only one chance or she'll lose 120 kruge. Her face was the only calm part of her. The boy was thinking and after that, he looked at her. "I'll check if you check." he said, piercing her with his green eyes. Y/N looked back at her cards as if she needed a reminder she might lose if the last card won't be in her favor. She thought about the boy while looking at the line of cards laid out. He took risky moves every round, now he wanted to check. She didn't believe that. Either the last card also holds his chance of winning or he wants to trick her. If she backed down now, it would have revealed her uncertainty she had in her cards and he could make that his upper hand. Y/N didn't think he would have the ability to do that, but it had happen to her once. She lost a lot of money that day. She has only 30 kruge left and the night is still young. Y/N looked at the boy and held eye contact. He smiled during her gaze, curious to know her answer. She smiled back.

"15 kruge."

His smile got even bigger once she placed the money in front of him. Others were just silently watching, afraid that any noise will ruin the entertainment. He happily matched her raise and both of them looked at the dealer. "I said I like her." the boy said before Jeni dealed the last card. Y/N's breathing stopped as if it would affect the symbol on the card, her eyes trying to see through the colorful side to the other. The last card was laid on the table and everyone took a piece off of it with their eyes.

A nine.

The remaining players leaned back in their chair and looked at each other, both trying to read a reaction from the eyes. "For Saints' sake just lay them out already!" Harvey ordered, obviously frustrated by the cliffhanging situation. The boy nodded his chin towards her: "Wanna go first?" Y/N looked at the cards and then to the table, enjoying the stalling that seemed like they agreed to do. She looked back at him: "No, you go." The boy looked away before drawing his cards on the table: two Jack's. "Three of a kind." he said proudly and looked around the table to aknowledge their impressed humming, Y/N joined. He playfully bowed his head, looking back at the girl. She continued nodding in awe, feeding his ego. She took her cards and placed them towards the Zemini.

"Straight."

It was quiet for 2 seconds before everyone bursted out laughing, except the last two players. The boy looked dissapointed, hurt almost, while Y/N smiled at him. "Beginner's luck!" he argued when the table became quieter again. "I don't know Jesper, we've been playing for a year and you've won," Jeni turned to the old men with a question in his eyes, "two times in total?" The men only nodded with a smile as an agreement. Y/N took the money while Jesper took the cards and shuffled the deck: "I'll make that three times this game."

They have played some more, Y/N lost some money, but nothing brutal. She found out that the Suli boy, Han, was good at it, only afraid to take big risks. Throughout the night she uncovered everyone's weaknesses. Bernar liked to bluff, but after a few games, she could almost always tell when he's faking it or not. Harvey was pretty decent in the game and Y/N couldn't figure out his tactics, but raise the bet above 10 kruge in the last draw and he folds, Jeni played safe like most of players do, but he also watched everyone's reaction and took risks based on them. They must have come to his bar often to know them and their style, so Y/N changed her emotionless face and showed a resemblance of dissapointment or happines, it depended on her cards. And Jesper, he only took risks. It didn't matter if his cards are any good, he never folded once during the night. He also never won for the third time.

It was getting late and Han already left. Y/N folded her cards in the beginning, not wanting to risk her money over a two and a five. The only players now were Harvey, Bernar and Jesper, obviously. Jeni yawned, playing with the deck, ready to lay the last card onto the table. "Now, if you go all in, I might give you some of the money I'll win" said Harvey, with his elbows digged into the table. Y/N wondered if they made holes in the wood by being there for so long. Jesper shook his head and laughed a bit: "Oh no dear friend, the thing is that you are holding a complete shit and you want me to be as miserable as you are right now."

Y/N would argue with that logic, but she was tired and if he would lose his money, this little gathering would be broke off and she didn't have a place to sleep. It was one of the things she wanted to take care of after she kills Rollins, but that didn't go as planned. She saw Jesper's cards and she knew he couldn't win this with a pair, Bernar wasn't bluffing. Y/N thought Bernar and Harvey, long time friends as she found out during the second game, were teaming up on poor Jesper. Harvey probably didn't have good cards, but Bernar did. Harvey will try and trick Jesper into betting more money and Bernar will then take the win, splitting it when they're on their way home.

"Oh come one boy, as if you would ever win something!" Harvey sounded pissed and played into Jesper's theory. Y/N could warn him about the trap he was about to enter, but decided to enjoy the show instead. "Harvey, just fold. I don't want you to lose all of your savings." joked Bernar and knocked onto the table two times as a sign of check. "I've already thrown out 200 kruge in this game, ain't running away now." he argued and went all in. Jesper was surprised, but lured. Y/N knew he won't run away from a big risk, even though this wasn't a risk but a financial suicide. Bernar shook his head, but gave his money in too. "It's not late to fold Jes." he said and gave his last kruge onto the pile. Jesper stared at him for a long time, Y/N started to think that he might really back off, but he reminded her of herself when she developed this addiction. Backing away from all in's used to make her stomach twist. She had hope in him, but he quickly snatched that with his money and threw both on the table. Harvey smirked, but Bernar counted his money and seemed very unhappy.

"Hold on, you don't have the same amount." he said looking at the boy. Jesper looked taken aback and furrowed his eyebrows. "If you wanna play, you need 20 more kruge." Bernar explained. Jesper leaned back into his chair, thinking and then looking at Y/N. She knew what he was going to ask her and wanted to turn it to her advantage. He smiled so purely, almost looking like a puppy. He had a time to master this face huh? "Y/N, sweetie, would you please lend me 20 kruge? You've seen my cards. You know.". Oh, she knew, and she wouldn't lend him a kruge on any other day, but as she sat in the wooden chair, almost falling asleep one time, she had to think about a place to spend the night. And if Jesper has been playing for a year with them,- maybe more before- only won twice and is still sitting here in a leather coat with money, he had to have it.

"Alright Jes, I'll give it to you." she said, reaching in the moneybag. Jesper's face lit up at that response and Y/N had to question if this was a first time after a long time that someone agreed to lend him money. "Don't do that Y/N, or you'll never see him again." the guys laughed as Jeni said that, startling her a bit, because she thought he was asleep. She took 20 kruge and showed it to Jesper. "I'll give it to you if I can sleep wherever you're sleeping tonight.". Her request took him by surprise. He studied her face and Y/N feared he might decline, maybe taking home a stranger was worse than to fold your cards. Jesper seemed like he understood though, and nodded. Y/N, half dissapointed in him and half releaved she won't be in the streets tonight, gave him the money. Jesper smiled and winked at her, making the kruge in his hands dissapear in the pile.

"Card, please." he said and Jeni, looking like he just woke up, draw the last card in front of them. It was silence after, no one wanted to show their cards. Jesper scoffed and threw his cards on the desk: "Pair." Harvey let his cards slide across the table. Y/N made out a four and a King, but she knew Bernar would probably have something more. ,,Told you, you have shit." said Jesper before he looked at Bernar, eager to know what he has. Bernar sighed and laid out one card: a six. Jesper rushed air through his nose, being happy for having a chance to win with his Seven and curious for the last Bernar's card. Bernar looked at him being so hungry for the money and said: "Better luck next time.". Jesper furrowed his brows looking at the last card falling out og Bernar's hand.

Ace.

He looked at the cards on the table.

Seven, Ace, Five, Ace, Six.

Full House.

Jesper froze and watched Bernar laugh as he took all of the money. Y/N hanged her head back. She saw it coming. Jeni sighed and got up: "Alright fellas, time to go.". He pated Jesper on a shoulder and went to turn off the remaining lights. Harvey and Bernar stood up and so did Jesper and Y/N. She streched for having to sit for so long and turned to them. "It was a pleasure, Y/N. I hope we'll see you again." Harvey said, still acting like he's upset. She smiled back and shook hands with both of them. Jesper motioned her out and, saying good night to Jeni, they were out. "This way." said the boy and Y/N followed him.

"No one could know he had a Full House." she tried to make him feel better, even though she knew it. Not that he had a Full House, but better cards in general. At least I have a place to stay tonight. Jesper chuckled at her attempt, kicking an invisible rock on the ground. "It's fine. Sorry about your money." he apologized and Y/N smiled, touching the moneybag in her pocket. It was fuller than before, so she was happy. They walked over the cannal at East Stave and were heading for a Financial District, as Jesper revealed. "Why do you gamble in The Barrel when you live in a district?" she asked when they were on the other side of Zentsbridge. The nightsky was beautiful, every star held a secret and the Moon gathered them all inside. She always loved night more than day. The Sun was alone in the sky, sometimes acompanied by clouds, but they were all the same and the view is quickly boring. Stars are every night different and sometimes not seen at all. She was surprised they are visible here when the Sun sometimes hides itself from this awful place.

"It used to be where I lived. Plus I work there." he spoke and Y/N nodded. She didn't want to seem nosy, but he had to expect the follow up question: "Where do you work?". He stopped and looked around and then continued to walk a different way. Y/N blindly followed him, already suspicious that he wanted to rob her. He could do that easily, she didn't know this part of Ketterdam. He seemed to think about the answer. "I work in The Crow Club." he looked at her with that. It didn't ring a bell in Y/N's mind, but she would definitely remember it from now on. She only nodded in understandment, acting as if she knew what the place was. She expected the question in return and her expectations were fulfilled.

Y/N said only the truth, not thinking lying was a great play here. She was playing a game with him, without Jesper even knowing. "I'm a hitman." Jesper stopped in his tracks once the words left her mouth. Y/N looked at him and smiled: "No, I wasn't hired to kill you.". He seemed relieved after that. "Who is your target then? If it isn't a secret, that is." he joked. Y/N was scared to say the truth. She didn't know if the club Jesper worked at wasn't owned by Rollins and she wouldn't risk that chance. "It is, sorry." she apologized, feeling like she has to. Jesper seemed to understand and didn't ask further questions.

They continued to walk and talk, until they've reached a mansion. Y/N gasped when Jesper walked casually towards the entrance. He noticed her absence and turned around. She looked at the building, sparkling with moon shine. It was beautiful and very expensive and Y/N didn't need proof to know she's right. "Cute, isn't it." Jesper called out to her and she moved her eyes on him. "Now, it's not mine, I just live here. It belongs to a very adorable merchling,but he's a little..." Jesper drew little circles with his index finger pointed at the side of his head, clearly not noticing the door open behind him.

"Am I now?" a voice said and Y/N shifted her gaze there. Jesper was startled and turned around. She walked over to them, while the boy tried to explain himself: "Whaat? No, we weren't talking about you, pretty boy. Let us in, I wanna introduce your smart brain to my new friend.". He walked around the guy into the house. Y/N smiled at the owner, not knowing if she had to bow in presence of a merchant. She was taught to bow to every man that came into the warehouse, even though he wasn't any rank, slaves were the lowest class there was. The boy nodded inside: "Come in, you look better than his other friends." he said and walked into the house with her.

Sleeping in a mansion for 20 kruge almost made her feel bad.

Almost.

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