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have mercy on me | #2 wish you the best

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: Eddie is once again closing a chapter in his life called Chrissy. This time, hopefully, it's over for good. This, however, was the first step to lift his head out from under the heavy and aggressive waves. Unfortunately, without your help, everything was much harder.

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song that I used: Lewis Capaldi - Wish you the best (and I slightly changed the text, so it would fit better in the story, I hope that's okay)

thank you @i-me-mine for always helping me with making a decision, and @phantypurple for the idea how to develop the hallway scene ♥

once again, no promises guys. I am in shock how many of you wanted to be tagged in the second part and I really hope you won't be dissapointed.

"We have two hours before my parents are back." Chrissy said, closing the house door behind her. Eddie wordlessly followed her to her room feeling the weight in his chest grow heavier. Days passed and girl's behavior, despite her promises, did not change. "I missed them." she said taking his hand and began to look at the long ringed fingers. "No one could take care of me as well as you." She purred and began kissing his neck, then biting it gently. There was a time when the touch of her lips on his neck drove him crazy. Now, however, they seemed shallow. Emotionless. Meaningless. They had always been like that, but then, poorer in experience, he didn't know what it meant and how it felt when someone could convey ever single emotion with a simple touch. When you kissed him he felt that you needed him. He felt that you wanted him in every way, felt all the love you had inside you and wanted to give him. Now when the cheerleader's lips formed wet paths on his skin he felt none of these things. Chrissy didn't miss him. She missed how he was able to make her feel good. She missed how all his attention was focused on her and he did everything to always meet her expectations. He did everything for her and it still wasn't enough.

"Maybe I could finally meet your parents?" he asked suddenly pushing her away.

"What? Why are you bringing this up now?" she was taken aback.

"Don't you think maybe I could finally meet them and stop sneaking around here like some kind of an intruder?"

"Uh...that's not the best idea..." Her eyes nervously looked around the room avoiding his.

"Why? Are you ashamed of me?" Deep down he knew the answer to that question.

"We just got back together, I need some time."

"Then maybe let's go to my place? You'll meet my uncle, there we won't have to hide."

"Eddie, this is not the best time for such things. Let's just focus on the fact that we're here alone and we can enjoy each other." Wanting to divert his attention from the difficult questions he was asking, she began slowly pulling off his vest.

"Do you think you'll ever be able to love me Chrissy?" This question should have been asked months ago. At the very beginning when the first symptoms of the fact that he was not as important to her as she was to him appeared.

"Eddie..." she didn't know what to answer.

"I know I'm able to love you again Chrissy, but I need to know if you're even capable of doing it for the first time with me? You keep reminding me that you are my first love, but I'm beginning to wonder if I was any of yours?"

"To fall in love with me all over again? What are you talking about?" her surprise slowly turned into annoyance.

"You broke my heart, somehow I managed to recover from that, but you were not there. You weren't there for me when I needed it and you weren't there when I bounced back. So you know... there may be a very long road ahead, which is why I want to know if you will ever be able to love me."

"You expect very hard answers from me, Eddie. I need time."

"So let me know when you can finally talk to me about it." was disappointed but not surprised. He expected such a reaction. "See you later Chrissy." He left the house and returned to the trailer. I need time. She always needs time. But not for what needs to be done. She needs more time to once again manipulate and blindside him. But this time he did not fool himself into thinking that he would actually get an answer after some time. It was a lost cause.

Your broken heart was merciless to you. Without giving a moment's rest it sucked all the life energy out of you, making you feel like you had nothing left. In the morning, sensing you couldn't cope with the reality that awaited you there, you lied to your mother that you felt very unwell only to be hidden under a blanket that like a shield protected you from the outside world.

At the same time school life went on at its own pace, until...

"Too bad you weren't with us yesterday, babe." Jason said while embracing Chrissy.

"I told you, I had to study." She rolled her eyes and looked around.

"Why don't you tell us more about your studying with Munson?" one of the members of the basketball team snarked.

"What the hell are you talking about Ted?" asked Jason.

"I saw our sweet Chrissy leading none other than the Freak to her house yesterday. I didn't know she was tutoring now." the boy had fun seeing Chrissy's angry face.

"What is wrong with you?!" Jason yelled looking at her. Hearing the his raised voice, a group of curious students began to gather around them. Somewhere at the end of the crowd was Eddie. "We just got back together, and you are cheating on me with him again? You're impossible!"

"I'm not cheating on you with him Jason!" she was trying to defend. "He's the one who came to ask me for a second chance!" Lies. More lies. Eddie was watching this wondering how stupid he was to believe that she can change. She can't. And this time he refused to remain in the shadows. He had come to terms with the fact that it was over and had no intention of taking part in this circus anymore.

"Cut the bullshit, Chrissy." he said stepping out in front of the crowd. "You invited me yesterday, I wouldn't have done it myself." he said tilting back his hair so everyone could see the little hickey on his neck.

"It wasn't me! Maybe it's y/n, she's always been drooling at the sight of you, even when we were together! I don't care what you do with her! But clearly she must be hopeless since you wanted to come back to me!" she was panicking.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that!" He was exhausted by the whole situation, feeling that he was on the verge of breaking down. He was furious with Chrissy for the way she treated him, but when she started insulting you he knew he couldn't let it go. He was beginning to hate himself for putting you in the middle of all this.

"How else can I call her and her pathetic sad songs?" Chrissy kept rambling on completely not expecting this to be her final show.

"Just Shut Up!" Eddie shouted losing his patience. "You're the one who begged me for a second chance! You were the one who couldn't stand the fact that I've moved on and I'm much happier than I was with you! You cheated on me with him, You broke my heart and wanted to do it all over again! I'm sick of it."

"She cheated on you with me? She cheated on me with you!" interjected an indignant Jason.

"I don't give a shit about this Carver." Eddie rubbed his face with his hand. "I am fucking done, and you..." He pointed his finger at Chrissy. "You're not worth it. You never were."

"You'll regret it." she said through her teeth. Eddie just laughed and shook his head.

"The only thing I regret was allowing you to be with me the second time. Because of that, I lost someone much more important."

"She will never be like me!"

"That's the point. She will always be much better than you."

"I don't believe I'm saying this, but Freak is right. You're not worth it." Jason waved his hand and walked through the crowd leaving Eddie and Chrissy in the spotlight.

"Eddie..." her tone was different now. There was no longer a trace of anger in it. She would not fall for it this time. No more manipulation. Without a word, he backed away and left the building. He felt completely different than he expected. This time, instead of piercing pain, he felt relief. The last thread between him and Chrissy was cut. A weight fell from his heart when he closed that chapter in his life. However, this was only the beginning of fixing.

When you showed up at school the next day you felt too many stares on you. As you walked down the halls people suddenly went silent or their voices turned into whispers. Even during class, you couldn't escape it. Anxiety grew in you every minute, and the fact that you didn't know what was going on made everything worse. When it came time for lunch you knew that you definitely wouldn't find peace in the crowded canteen. Talking to Robin about how you were feeling the two of you hid in music class.

"Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I feel like the whole school isn't taking their eyes off me today. It's weird." You said sitting down at the table.

"Yesterday was quite... interesting. There was one big drama between Chrissy, Jason and Eddie..."

"Stop." you interrupted her. "I don't think I want to know what's going on anymore."

"Are you sure? I think it's quite important." she looked at you worriedly.

"I'm sure. I don't want to hear anything about them for now." you were convinced that it was all because Jason had found out that Eddie and Chrissy were back together.

"Okay." she said and began unpacking food from her backpack. You, feeling a huge knot of anxiety in your stomach, had no appetite. "Have you written any new songs?" she asked while biting into her sandwich.

"Yes, one." you answered and took out a piece of paper with lyrics from your bag. Robin read the words with interest.

"It's great..." she commented.

"But?" you asked, seeing her hesitation.

"Are you sure you don't want to hear what happened yesterday?" she sighed.

"No. At least not now," you replied.

"Maybe it would be worth giving it a chance? To listen to him?"

"I don't know if I have any strength to do that Robin. It's all too painful. I still miss him. I miss him like hell and one part of me dreams of nothing but having him back in my life. But on the other hand, it still hurts. When I see him, I feel furious, unable to forgive him for what he did."

"Do you want to sing to me about it?" she asked, smiling gently. She didn't want to convince you more, she knew that forcing you to do such things would not end well. As your friend, she wanted to be there for you and support you no matter what you decided.

At the same time, Eddie had been standing outside the door from the music hall for a good 10 minutes. As soon as he noticed that you were going there with Robin he saw it as an opportunity to try to talk to you because you had been constantly avoiding him since the morning. In his mind he was repeating everything he wanted to say to you, trying to predict every possible reaction that could come from you. Every now and then he would put out his hand, sweaty from nerves, wanting to grab the handle and go inside, but he would immediately withdraw it. Fighting an internal battle with himself, he couldn't decide what to do. Then he heard the sound of an old piano, and after a while your voice.

I miss knowin' what you're thinkin' And hearin' how your day has been Do you think you can tell me everything, darling? But leave out every part about her Right now you're probably by the ocean While I'm still out here in the rain With every day that passes by since we've spoken It's like our dreams are turning grey Maybe it's supposed to be this way

But, oh, my love I wanna say I miss the brown in your eyes And when I said we could be friends, guess I lied I wanna say I wish that you never left Oh, but instead I only wish you the best I wanna say without you, everything's wrong And you were everything I need all along I wanna say I wish that you never left Oh, but instead I only wish you the best

Well, I can't help but notice You seem happier than ever now And I guess that I should tell you I'm sorry It seems I was the problem somehow Maybe I only brought you down

Wish I could say it's something I really mean But I want you happy whether not it's with me I wanna say I wish that you never left Oh, but instead I only wish you the best I wanna say without you, everything's wrong And you were everything I need all along I wanna say I wish that you never left Oh, but instead I only wish you the best

You didn't deserve all the pain he caused you. You didn't deserve to be sad. The fact that he made you think you weren't good enough for him tightened his throat. The claws of guilt clenched even tighter when he heard that despite how he hurt you, you still wished him well. On impulse, he pushed the door handle hard and rushed inside.

"You were never the problem." He said as soon as your gaze fell on him.

"What do you want Eddie?" the very sight of him was like pouring salt on a wound.

"To talk. Please." his eyes glazed over with tears, he was desperate. And even though you felt like running away, you didn't. Part of you, despite the pain, wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I will leave you alone." Robin said. "I'll wait for you in front of the classroom."

"Okay." you said. When she left your eyes went back to him again.

"I broke up with Chrissy." he said quickly. "Everything is over between us, for good."

"What do you expect from me? Congratulations? Are you looking for a shoulder to cry on again?" Your words were sharp and painful. Even if he was ready for them and expected them, nothing could protect him from it. It was hard for you, too. You never wanted to be a person who would hurt those whom you loved. Unfortunately, you did not know how to deal with it any other way. Feelings of betrayal and disappointed trust still filled you, so fighting pain with causing pain clouded your view on the world and you couldn't find another solution. You couldn't afford to be vulnerable.

"I just wanted you to know, a-and-" he looked confused. It was as if he was sinking once again, but this time he saw no light from the safe haven anywhere.

"I'll ask again Eddie, why did you choose her? What was I not good enough at?" hot tears steamed your cheeks. "Who held you in their arms when she left? Where was Chissy when you drank yourself into unconsciousness from sadness? Who carried you half-conscious into the trailer and held your hair when you were throwing up?" you didn't want to use his moments of weakness against him but it was all too much for you. Flustered, you began to list further. "Where was Chrissy during your concerts? Where was she during the competition? Did she finally stop avoiding meetings with your uncle? Did she finally introduce you to her family? When her friends called you the worst names, did she do anything other than look the other way and pretend not to hear them?" you were angry, but mostly hurt. "It was ME who was by your side the whole time, not Chrissy. I was the one who wiped away all your tears Eddie, you knew very well how I felt about you, you knew very well that I would do anything for you! And it still wasn't enough. Without hesitation I gave you my heart, because I naively believed that you were really capable of loving me, but I was wrong. It turned out even that was not enough. No matter how hard I tried, you would always choose to be heartbroken by her, rather than give me a chance."

"I know you hate me now, but-"

"I don't hate you, Eddie! I wish I could hate you but I fucking love you and it hurts me even more! You said I was like a lighthouse that helped you get home during the storm. Why did you throw yourself into those waves once again? The pain she gave you was better than staying with me?"

"I was an idiot! Blinded by fucking stereotype about first love, I thought it was the right thing to do! I knew what to expect from her, but I didn't know what to expect from you, from us! Things were different with you, no one had ever behaved like that towards me, I was afraid that sooner or later it would all end anyway..." he said, and only later it occurred to him what the meaning of these words was. Thinking that he couldn't hurt you he was wrong.

"I'm sorry to tell you this Eddie but in most cases first love sucks. It mercilessly destroys everything you ever believed in leaving you nothing but a wreck! But now I'm beginning to think that all loves are just like that..." you wipe away the tears. You didn't want to show him how much you were hurting.

"y/n..."

"How would you react if I were the one to go back to Ethan? If I had been the one to leave you for him just because he was my first love and I knew what to expect from a relationship with him?"

"You know damn well he was a piece of shit and didn't deserve you." he growled without thinking.

"Why do you think he was a piece of shit?"

"Because he cheated on you with half the cheerleading squad! He didn't appreciate what he has!"

"That's right Eddie. He cheated on me with half the cheerleading squad. Including Chrissy." you said bitterly. "You have no right to say that he didn't appreciate what he had, because you didn't want it either."

"I beg you, let me fix it." He grabbed your hand, but you quickly snatched it away.

"I'm not a consolation prize Eddie. Not again," you said.

"You never were!"

"Stop lying! You always come to me only when she disappears from your life leaving a void! I fell for it once but never again Eddie. Never fucking again." You walked past him and out of the room leaving him alone. He felt like someone had ripped out his heart and torn it into little pieces.

What he felt when he first caught Chrissy cheating was nothing compared to what was happening now. Now, on top of all this, he added self-hatred. He hated himself for all the harm he had done to you. He hated himself for every tear you shed because of him. He hated himself for every song you wrote about him. Indeed, a song. His hazy gaze fell on the piece of paper with the lyrics that you had forgotten to take. He approached slowly and began to stare at your writing. At the words that were directed to him. Despite the fact that the song was beautiful he wished it had never been written. At that moment he dreamed of nothing more than turning back time, and sending Chrissy straight to hell.

I wanna say without you, everything's wrong And you were everything I need all along I wanna say I wish that you never left, I wanna say I wish you loved me instead of her Oh, but instead I only wish you the best

The crossed-out phrase was glaring him. He stopped loving Chrissy. Of that he was sure. So why then did he accept her back? What the fuck is wrong with you Munson? He asked himself, yet he didn't know the answer. He felt as if everything was wrong with him. He had never been great at making good decisions, but this one seemed to be on the top of the worst ones in his entire life.

For the rest of the classes he did his best not to let on how awful he felt. With a mask of false happiness on his face, he survived to the end. He didn't want others to know the truth. He knew that if only someone noticed even a single tear from his eye the rumor would spread faster than anything else. The worst part would be that people would link it to Chrissy, and he couldn't let that happen.

It wasn't until a trailer appeared in his sight that he felt all the dams inside him burst. Without a word he went inside, ignoring his uncle's questions, and locked himself in his room. His heart began to beat faster and his breathing caught up with the speed. Here he didn't have to pretend. Here he could allow himself a moment of weakness. Tears began to fall, however, he didn't know if it was from sadness or anger. He felt overwhelmed. He was crushed to the ground by something heavy, so that he was unable to get up. He nervously started looking around the room, noticing objects that reminded him of her. A hair elastic she had once lent him, some Polaroids taken in the privacy of her room, where they were together, a pen he had once borrowed from her. The small objects seemed too big now. Not fitting here. Quickly he picked up the bin that stood by the bed and started throwing everything away. Everything that only connected him to the past. He even got rid of his T-shirt, which she claimed was her favorite. There was no place in his life for her anymore. Throwing it all away was the final step. A symbolic ritual that brought him even more relief despite the tears that still flowed into his eyes. Looking around to see if he was sure he had cleared out everything, he swung his hand, knocking down the photo that stood on his bedside table.

"No! nononono..." he began to repeat while bending down to pick it up. "Damn it! Shit!" he cursed. Looking at the broken frame, he couldn't stand it anymore. Eddie was never one of those people who cried out loud. This time when the first sob left his mouth right after it like a domino flew others. "I am so sorry, so fucking sorry." He looked in despair at the framed photo he received from you right after breaking up with Chrissy.

"As a reminder that you will never be alone," you said handing him a wooden frame.

Inside there was a photo that Gareth had once taken at one of the rehearsals. You were sitting side by side playing one guitar. Eddie was responsible for the chords on its neck with one hand and you were strumming the rhythm. You looked at each other with a smile. Now looking at this photo he was able to recognize your look. A gaze full of warmth and love that you had felt for him for a very long time. Unfortunately, now everything was damaged, cracked, just like the frame he held in his hands.

He helplessly sank to the floor leaning against the bed. When the door from his room opened and a worried Wayne stood in it.

"Can we talk son?" he asked entering the room slowly.

"I'm not in the mood, Wayne." Eddie replied while wiping his tears into the sleeve.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." The man sat down next to his nephew on the floor. "You know I usually try to respect your privacy and give you space, but your condition worries me."

Eddie answered nothing, still looking at the photo he held in his shaking hands. He also tried to calm the sounds of crying that desperately wanted to escape from his throat.

"It's okay if you feel like crying, boy. Everyone needs to cry their eyes out sometimes." He put his arm around him, at which Eddie burst out in tears once again. Wayne said nothing more. He held him in his arms waiting for each wave of sadness to pass. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him so shaken. His hiccuped breaths were the only sound filling the room.

"I fucked up." he gulped. "I destroyed everything. Everything."

"Wanna tell me about it?"

He did. He told everything from the very beginning. Taking his uncle through all the events step by step, he shared his pain with him. He didn't feel judged. Instead, he felt listened to. When he finished telling the story, from his pocket he took out a bent piece of paper that he had taken earlier from the music room and handed it to him. The man read the text in silence without asking questions. He knew your handwriting, you had shown him many times the songs you had written together. Knowing the whole situation now, he also guessed that the song you wrote was about Eddie.

"You made a mistake son. Now you must face its consequences." he said handing him back the piece of paper. "But I think that you still have a chance," he said.

"She said she still loves me, and that it hurts her even more,"

"And we can't be surprised by it. You yourself know very well how it hurts when the person we love breaks our heart." his voice was calm. He wasn't going to lie to Eddie that everything would be fine. He wasn't going to lie by saying he hadn't done anything wrong. "But judging by that song, by what she said... there is still hope. You just have to decide if you want it and if you are willing to fight for it."

"I want it, I want it so damn much," he said.

"You know it won't be easy?"

"I know... but she's worth it. She always has been."

"You have to try to explain it to her."

"I tried today, but I screwed things up even more."

"Try until you get it right. Show that you care. You deserve a second chance son. I know you and I know that you are worth it too."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know it."

"Thanks." He hugged his old man and got up from the floor later helped him do the same.

"What are you going to do now?"

"To try until it works." Determined, he left the house and got into his car.

When he pulled up in your driveway all the windows were covered. Just as he thought, no one opened the door when he knocked on it. After a few attempts, he returned to his car, creating in his mind a map of places where he could find you. Unfortunately, there was no sign of you anywhere. The next stop was Robin's house, but you were not there either. Mrs. Buckley, though, mentioned that you and her daughter had arranged a movie marathon at Steve's house.

Standing in front of the Harringtons' mansion, he felt very strange. Out of place. His barely alive van parked next to a shiny BMW caused curious neighbors to look out the windows watching him. After several knocks on the door, Steve opened it.

"You've got to be kidding me. What are you doing here?" he asked crossing arms over his chest.

"Let me talk to her please," Eddie said.

"Dude do you have any idea what you did with her? I've never seen anyone in my life able to cry so much, we couldn't calm her down for over an hour." Steve looked around, seeing the curious stares he stepped aside letting Eddie inside and closed the door behind them. "You have to be quiet, she fell asleep and don't even dare wake her up."

"Steve? Who is it?" Robin's whisper came from the stairs.

"Y/n has a guest..." Hearing this, the girl found herself downstairs at the speed of light sticking her gaze into the metalhead.

"You look like shit." she said measuring him from top to bottom. His eyes were still bloodshot from crying.

"Well... I am a piece of shit, so the look fits." he replied quietly.

"At least we agree on that." Her answer was sharp. Still, he didn't expect any different.

"I really care about her, let me talk to her, please." he went straight to the point.

"If you care so much about her why did you choose Chrissy? Your words go against everything you do." Steve said.

"I don't know why! At that moment I wasn't even sure if I still loved her, but at the time it seemed reasonable that it should be that way."

"It was the stupidest decision you could have made," said Steve.

"I know I want to fix it!"

"There's no way I'm going to let you close to her, Musnon. I left you alone today with the hope that you could really explain everything, and you broke her even more. I didn't even know it was possible!" Robin was furious.

"Every time we manage to pick up the pieces of her and somehow glue it all together you smash everything up all over again. How many more times are you going to leave her with a broken heart?" Steve questioned.

"Never. Never again if you just let me." He was ready to beg them on his knees. They were like an impenetrable shield protecting you from him.

"No way." Robin was adamant. Steve, however, saw something different in all this, so he looked at his friend with a meaningful gaze. "Are you crazy? You really want to give him a chance?!" she exclaimed in a whisper.

"You know perfectly well that he is the only person who can finally make her happy! We will never do that! And besides, he cares. The fact that he came all the way here just shows how desperate he is!" Eddie couldn't believe what was happening. Steve Harrington was just taking his side. The same Steve Harrington who should have flung his fists at him the moment he saw him on his doorstep for breaking his friend's heart.

"You're mental! Do you really think he deserves forgiveness? After everything he did to her?"

"Yes, I believe!" this time emotions took over and he was unable to keep his voice quiet. Everyone was shocked by the loudness and turned their gaze towards the stairs that led upstairs where you were sleeping. After a moment of silence, when they heard no sound Steve continued, whispering again. "I too have made many mistakes Robin. You know very well that I was much worse than he was, but you have forgiven me. You all forgave me and gave me a chance to show that I can change. That I can fix my mistakes. Maybe it's worth at least trying? Do you remember how happy she was with him? We've never seen her like that in our lives, so maybe it's worth letting him."

"Fine." she said after a moment of reflection. When she analyzed what Steve had said, it was hard for her to disagree. "But not today. Let her rest for goodness sake." she sighed. "This will be your last chance, Munson. I hope you don't screw it up."

Before he could say anything Robin came back upstairs leaving him alone with Steve.

"Thanks man..." he said quietly.

"Listen, I seriously believe you have no intention of hurting her again...But that doesn't mean we forgive you. Just make sure you don't mess anything up this time."

"I promise." he said.

When he returned home Wayne was gone. Entering the room, he noticed how a new, empty photo frame lay on the bed, with an old, shattered one next to it. He quickly put the photo in the new one and set it on the bedside table where it had been placed before.

"I won't give up on you." he said quietly feeling a familiar sting in his chest. The realization that you were now sleeping in Steve Harrington's bed didn't help either, because he would have given anything to have you in his arms again. Instead, he had an empty, cold place next to him reminding him of the emptiness you left behind.

Staring at the photo, he recalled how he felt when you chose him for the first time. Silence like the one that surrounded him now spread memories of how safe he felt with you. He closed his eyes, hoping that in his dream everything would be fine. Despite the fact that no one was breathing beside him now, he wanted your soothing whisper to lull him to sleep. Imagining it all again, he felt the wet drops running along his cheeks. In his mind he still had your face, he still had it, and he wanted to hold on that sight tightly, vowing that if he ever managed to get you back he would do everything to not lose you again.

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after nearly a week trapped within the maze, many have found their way to the center. either a quiet clearing, or a beating heart that appears to be the life force of the maze itself. most citizens have seemed to believe that this was near the end, that it was a sign they'd nearly found there way out, but unfortunately, that's not the case. as you pass out of these sections, you find yourself in the latter half of the maze, and the second half is where the true nightmare begins. gone are the silly monsters and obvious traps, and in their place are true psychological horrors, the likes of which could drive a man to madness. you've survived the first half, but will you make it to the end with your sanity intact?

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l0vem00nlight · 10 months

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♥︎ The Only One Who Stayed ♥︎ Part 1

Character:Miles Fairchild

Genre:Fluff + Angst

Reader:Female

Warnings:None

Notices:This is only platonic. No sexually content or romantic relationships are involved in this fic. Warnings will be updated throughout. The reader will be in her early 20s in this fic!

You have been working here at the Fairchild Estate for a couple days now. The days have been slow but awfully busy when it comes down to tutoring a young girl of the name Flora. Flora is a smart girl for her age as well as a very happy and energetic child. She is hyper but sweet as she can be. It’s clear that she has taken a liking to you ever since you stepped foot here. You are young, just in your early 20s so that means for Flora that you can be flexible too. You have to be honest that Flora’s games can be tiring but also very enjoyable. Usually women your age that you’ve seen around aren’t very energetic. You on the other hand loved having a little hassle with Flora and her playful games. You’ve been greeted with flashlight tag, dolls, paintings, and bedtimes stories. As well as a lovely tea party. Your days are filled with excitement and laughter but also the upcoming feeling of tiredness. You learned a lot about Flora during your short stay there at the home of the Fairchild’s, learning that her parents had sadly passed away was the hardest. It hurts to here that she herself through her angelic eyes that she had to witness such a tragedy that included both of the lives of her parents. She also questioned if you were gonna leave like everyone else that has been here to tutor her. You made it your promise that you weren’t gonna leave. No matter what you weren’t going to leave her. She is just a child who wants love, as well as a good education. You are here to make that happen and that’s your one goal.

However, there indeed is another child. A child who is older than Flora. A child that isn’t so energetic himself and doesn’t wish to hold any conversation with you. Miles is his name. You can tell that Miles isn’t tame…by tame you meant in the ways of mind. You hate to say it but he is unstable. You can see and tell that he himself is having some of his own troubles. You felt bad for him. You wanted to get to know him other than the fact that he may be depressed but he just won’t let you. That’s okay. You made yourself realize that Miles isn’t like his little sister. It’s gonna take time and patience for him to warm up to you. Flora is young and innocent while Miles has a more deeper understanding with other things.

“Good morning, Flora.” You greeted the little girl as she ran up to you with a toothy grin on her face and hugged you tightly.

“Miss Y/n!” Flora exclaimed. You chuckled at her as you hugged her back. “What are you cooking?” She asked as she took notice of the breakfast.

“Pancakes, bacon, and eggs.” You answered. Flora let out a sound of excitement, licking her lips. “Why don’t you get washed up for breakfast? It’s almost done!” You suggested with a smile. Flora nodded her head as she hurried up the stairs. You put some food on each plate and carried it over to the dining table. You heard footsteps come down the stairs and looked up to see Miles and Flora. You smiled. “Good morning Miles.” You said with a sweet smile. Miles just stared at you and sat down on the couch Flora followed suits happily as she began eating. “Good morning Mrs. Grose. I made breakfast.” You spoke when Mrs. Grose entered the room. Mrs. Grose is an elderly woman, sweet as she can be. You figure that she liked you, enjoying your help around the house. “Oh how kind of you, Y/n.” She spoke with a smile. “Shall I favor you with some tea?” she asked. You nodded with a smile as you followed her to the kitchen.

“Miss Y/n,” Flora called out from the dining room.

“Yes Flora?”

“Can we skip lessons today?” She asked with her bottom lip poking out and with puppy dog eyes. You put your hands on your hips.

“Why should we?” You asked.

“Because me and Miles wants to teach you how to ride horses!” Flora said eagerly. You let out a small laugh.

“Is that so? Fine, we can skip lessons today.” You shook your head with a sigh. Flora exclaimed happily. After everyone had finished eating their breakfast, you made eye contact with Miles who was looking at you with those dark eyes of his. You sent a gentle smile his way. “Are you done with your plate?” You questioned. Miles nodded silently.

“Why? Do you want me to put it away?” Miles asked stubbornly. Miles was raised with priority. His life handed to him a silver plater. You raised a brow at him.

“I didn’t tell you no such thing now did I?” You asked with that same smile. “Go get ready, Miles.” You said as you grabbed his plate and Flora’s. “I’ll be waiting down stairs.” You added as you walked to the sink. You heard Miles let out a huff and the sound of footsteps walking up the stairs. You sighed as you hurriedly washed the dishes.

‘I wonder how this will go…’

#finn wolfhard #reader insert #fem reader #miles fairchild #angst #fluff #fanfic #miles fairchild angst #miles fairchild fluff #platonic #mother-figure #motherly love #promises #♥︎The Only One Who stayed♥︎#slow burn #Flora Fairchild #Mrs. Grose

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aestheticsfandomsandmore · 1 year

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

Thanks to @fiercynn for creating this tag and for tagging me! Lots of love for you, honey ♥

Name and whatever you want to share about yourself

Hey! My name is Alessandra (I'm Italian); you can call me Ale, Alex, Alexa, or just Giandra (my nickname); my pronouns are she/her. I'm 22 years old, I'm bisexual (no matter what your gender is, I'm gay for you) and aromantic.

Creative writing is my biggest passion. I also love reading and watching all sorts of stuff. Storytelling and character writing will always be my favorite thing to study.

I really care about social topics such as feminism, the LGBTQIA+ community, racism and poc communities cultures and issues, ableism and disabilities (right now, I'm specifically discovering the world of neurodivergences, as I suspect I may be ADHD), classism and all things related to these matters.

No judgment over fictional tastes will ever come from this account; however, you will be judged, and blocked, the moment I see you discriminate someone else, may it be over fandoms issues or real life issues.

When did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

July 28-30th, 2022. I watched the first five episodes in one go (in one night!) and then watched the next seven in the next few days (I had to study in between, or I would have binged it in less than 48 hours).

I joined the fandom pretty much immediately? The moment I watch or read something, the first thing I do is going on Tumblr to search for content and other people's reactions. So I entered the Bad Buddy fandom as soon as (actually, even before) I finished watching the show.

Favorite ship(s)

PatPran. Pat and Pran are my 2nd favorite otp between ALL the otps I've ever had (and I've been a professional shipper since I was, like, ten years old).

I love InkPa too, though. They're so soft and amazing and I love them as individual characters. If PatPran weren't in the show, or if they had been written and/or played differently, InkPa would have stolen all my attention, to be honest.

Favorite character(s)

Pran. I don't have enough energy to elaborate right now; it couldn't be anyone else but him.

Favorite episode(s)

Episode 5 and episode 11, but to be honest I love pretty much all the episodes immensely. I guess my other faves are episode 8 and episode 4.

Favorite scene(s)

My favorite scene in the entire show is the rooftop kiss in episode 5, but my favorite PatPran moment is the balcony scene in episode 8.

One thing you would change about the show if you could

Oh, well. I would definetely have the whole Wai-curtain drop thing be handled differently. I love Wai! And I think that what he did was totally IC (and Bad Buddy being set in a universe without homophobia doesn't make it as bad as it could have been otherwise), but I think the narrative needed to be more clear about who was at fault there (definitely not Pran).

I wanted Ink and Pa to kiss. They deserved it.

I wanted tongue (or at least... Idk... open mouths?) in PatPran's beach kiss. (I wanted the scene where Pran bit Pat's lip that was filmed but that they chose not to have in the actual show; what a shame.)

I wish they didn't add the cringey, unrealistic crime subplot in ep9; like, I'm even okay with Pat getting shot, but everything that followed should have been handled differently.

What are some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

Oh, God. This is hard.

FAN FICTIONS

Just to be fair, I'm going to link my AO3 bookmarks page, because all the stories I bookmarked are amazing and they deserve to be here. I'll try listing a proper top 5, but I'll be definitely forgetting a lot of amazing fan fictions, not to mention I'm currently trying to read all Bad Buddy's fics starting from the very bottom of the AO3 section, so my bookmark page will be updated constantly.

The Fine Line Between Hormones and Home

traffic was slow for the crash years

Dynamic

Hands on My Body

I'll fight their doubt and give you faith

(+bonus) Don't worry

VIDEO EDITS on YT

My all time favorite one was tragically deleted a couple of months ago; my top3 is currently this one:

Message in a bottle

Heat Waves

Gives you Hell

(+bonus) A Thousand Years (currently not up on YT, but will be again soon, and then I will link it)

Needless to say that there are so many more I'm in awe with, but then the list wouldn't end, so I just had to choose some favorites.

VIDEO EDITS on IG

Don't blame me

The 7 things I hate about you (version 1 and version 2)

Loverboy

Just keep breathing

Atlantis

(+bonus: this is really just a love letter to the show and it hit close to my heart)

There are a couple others about them as individual characters and of InkPa that I really loved too, but to avoid listing too many I'll just link my saved posts on IG.

FANARTS

There are countless amazing fanarts of Pat and Pran, but my favorite BB artist is probably @hereforlou, because her style is just too cute to be true and her portrayal of the characters is always so IC.

(If you create fanworks) What are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

I made five video edits focused on Bad Buddy, but I don't really like any of them, except maybe this one, which is some sort of tribute I made to the show as a whole.

I made tons of mep parts focused on Bad Buddy/which included Bad Buddy; I made more than 100 parts since I've started video editing about two years ago, and at least 60 of these have something related to BB in them; the point is that I only really like few of them. One day I will upload a collection with just my favorite parts and I'll get back here to link it.

I wrote five PatPran fan fictions in English (although I only actually like three of them) and five PatPran fan fictions in Italian. My favorite in English is I wish I were her; I'm kinda proud of this one, to be honest!

A song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

I PatPrannize every song I listen to... literally so many songs have me screaming 'Oh my God, this song was written for them!'.

Some classic forbidden love songs like Rewrite the stars or Secret love song, one that's super sweet and I think captures PatPran's spirit a lot is also Enchanted, then you have Angel, baby which also fits them a lot, Exile is also very PatPran coded, a lot of angsty songs are made for them, in all honesty.

Idk anything else you want us to know?

Yes: I've been obsessed about Bad Buddy since the day I watched it for the first time and have never been able to recover since then. Also: I loved the OS2 special episodes.

#bad buddy #patpran #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #bbts #pat x pran #pran parakul #pat napat jindapat #gia talks about bad buddy #bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme

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acromandus · 8 months

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Finally getting around to doing this! Thank you @thelifeinmyshadesofgrey for tagging me ♥♥♥♥♥ I haven't done these in ages so it was fun to feel like we were back in the 'golden era' of tumblr xD

Tag someone you want to know AND/OR some of your besties: I don't wanna pressure anyone to have to do this, so consider this a warm suggestion rather than a I-will-judge-you-if-you-don't kind of situation @heyitszev :) (and if anyone else reading this feels like it, go ahead, the more the merrier lmao)

Favourite colour: This is a tough one because it all just depends on context so much. I'd say typically I veer more towards darker tones in general: really like a nice dark green, or a dark red or crimson. Purple is lovely too :D

Last song: Two Knights and Maidens by Crash Test Dummies https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NS2EcHzdYY

Say what you want about the lyrics, but the chord progression in this song is *chefs kiss*

Last movie: 9. A bit of a strange one perhaps, but an interesting take on a post-apocalyptic world brought to life in a style that reminds me of Tim Burton a little bit. Basically, the world has been destroyed in a war between humans and machines, and we're introduced to a group of sentient dolls, each with a number on their backs from 1 to 9, who have had to survive in this strange new world while figuring out why they were made in the first place. I don't wanna spoil this for anyone who hasn't seen it, so I'll leave it at that :)

Currently watching: I'm in-between series atm haha. Waiting for season 4 of the Boys, and just finished watching season 2 of 30 Coins. Might just do a rewatch of Andor or the Punisher to fill this void.

Other stuff I watched this year: Err… from what I remember (and yes, since we're only in January, I'm counting 2023 into this as well) I'd say Moon Knight, Andor, 30 coins, a rewatch of Supernatural (up to season 12), and the One Piece live action series. Out of all these Andor was perhaps my favourite, but I enjoyed all of them, and was pleasantly surprised at how well the One Piece adaptation remained loyal to the original works :D they obviously had to adjust some things but it still felt true to form. With Andor, I was hesitant to watch it at first because the last SW series I had watched had been declining in quality (weird writing, etc), however… Andor completely blew me away. The way it builds up to the climax was just so well done, the writing is superb, music fantastic, and it's one of those series I wish I could forget about completely so I could experience it for the first time again.

Shows I dropped this year/didn’t finish: I haven't watched many series I've not finished since I usually watch them to the end anyway, but looks like that new Percy Jackson series may unfortunately fall into this category?

Currently reading: I've been powering through the Harry Potter books. Started during the Christams holidays and I'm now on book 6. So far so good, though I've had to slow down with holidays being over. Might need to reread the Robert Langdon series as well after this as it's still one of my personal favourites.

Currently listening to: This changes daily but I do find myself drifting back to Riot music very often. So, that's music made for League of Legends, Valorant, etc. Not the soundtracks, but songs like Worlds anthems like "GODS" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3GouGa0noM) and 2021's "Burn It All Down" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Z6CHioIn3s). I also absolutely love "Breathe" from the official launch video for Legends of Runeterra (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNhKAJwlj04). I also like this vid for it heavily featuring Darius, the only champ I ever played when I attempted to get into LoL before the toxicity got to me and I decided it's not for me :3 (didn't take long, but left me with a bit of a soft spot for him lmao)

I absolutely do not play any of these games but man… the music is on point imo. Something again about chord progression, don't ask what my obsession with that is lmao.

If I'm not listening to these and songs like them, I'm listening to heavy metal (industrial or symphonic), movie or game soundtacks, or oldies belonging to various genres from the 70s and 80s, occasionally 90s as well. Here's a couple examples:

Once You've Tasted Love by Take That

Take the Long Way Home by Supertramp

Evil Woman by Electric Light Orchestra

Misplaced by Sonata Arctica

And I will leave it at that as I've already included too many songs lmao

Currently working on: I'm currently making a backend for a gym app I'm working on. I somehow got the GraphQL elements working, now I need to get it saving to a database of somekind. I could do this locally or learn to save data to the cloud but I haven't yet decided which approach to take lmao. Overall, I'm just upskilling in the hopes of eventually landing a job as a full-stack developer. NO LUCK SO FAR aside a couple freelance frontend opportunities :/

Current obsession: Hmm….. good question. I'd say, despite me not playing it as much as I used to, I am slowly getting back to Elder Scrolls Online? Fire Emblem Fates is another, as well as Bleach.

#personal #i can't help that my tastes are very eclectic #i like so many things it might even be easier to point out things I don't like #but where's the fun in that :)

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sweet-beezus · 1 year

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Edit: Somehow, my queue glitched and posted this earlier this week, so hopefully~ this works out-

Golly, another @khoc-week has come and gone, time sure flies when you're having fun-

Thank you for another AWESOME week full of such fun OCs!!! I love seeing everyone's creativity shine through their characters, it's like a small look into everyone's brains where we can admire the little worms living in there... in a good way!

Whether they're freshly hatched or well aged, these silly guys always bring me so much joy! :)

Genuinely, I wish I had the energy to interact with every single one of them, so instead I will blow them all a kiss from afar!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ They are what makes this week of the year truly special!

Beware, I will be lurking in tags ready to pounce on every OC I see after this is over I'm OBSESSED- (jk jk... unless?)

Onwards, then, to the final prompt of the year!!

Day 7 - Happily Ever After

Now, alas I've been following the canon timeline and filling in gaps with my own fun worldbuilding, characters and lore, so by all rights their stories are not gonna reach a happy ending for a WHILE (writing? who is she?), however the hypotheticals are always a good way to cope with that!

What their endings have reached so far while we're in lore hiatus (waiting endlessly for Missing Link and KH4... jk jk I hope they take their time tbh-) is that ideally after KH3, while everyone is looking for Sora, they're world jumping and clearing out remaining hoards of darkness together as a crew, alongside Reixen for more bonding time, in a variety of new places! They solve some mysteries surrounding their own personal character arcs and learn things about themselves they never considered, it's a real eye opener. Day 2 kinda hints at that with my picks of places I want them to go to fulfill that! At this rate, they may just be a series of oneshots...

Of course, it all eventually HAS to end, so here's some loose ends and how they may tie them up!

Iris:

Considering Iris ended up in the future, of course she has to cope with the reality that the worlds she knew are gone, or at least have yet to be restored (aside from Daybreak Town there's no repairing that-). Plus the existential crisis of having technically been dead AND given a new, puppet-esque body to inhabit. Lucky, she is, to even be here to begin with.

At the same time, she's helping Alto regain his memories from the same era they both managed to escape in some way. Being repeatedly reincarnated kinda screws some things up along the way, so it's a long haul process for the both of them to come to terms with.

Depending on what happens with the Scala ad Caelum plotline, they may both travel there, or to what's left of it, for closure, as well as to learn about the culture there to see what became of it after they were both long gone. Pay their respects to Alto's pal Ephemer and all that.

Her ending ideally is moving on and learning to live in a time she didn't anticipate seeing, which should be simple in theory since she's so young. She stays with Irene and Alto in Radiant Garden, and together with Alto they both take up lessons with Merlin and Yen Sid to learn more modern Keyblade skills, eventually (despite being Keyblade Master precursors) they are granted the titles of Master and help protect the universe.

♡♡♡

Irene:

She returns to her job, forever changed by her experiences, and helps her fellow castle staff move on and forgive themselves for the horrors they had to go through. It's a long haul process, but it will be worth it!

She finds herself a comfy living place in Radiant Garden to offer as a safe space for those she grew close to when they need it, where she essentially adopts Alto and Iris, since they don't really have a place to go that isn't rooming with a wizard or an on-the-road teenager. From time to time she also travels to Twilight Town to visit Reixen and her found family (maybe attending her polycule wedding at some point), but otherwise seems perfectly content staying put. Maybe the occasional visit from Iliana, as a treat. That doesn't require much aside from constant pestering, really.

While readapting to life a decade later than she's used to is a hassle in of itself, she seems to do it with grace, which is impressive considering she was presumed dead for said decade-

She also has that wonderful romance with Russell, as they deserve, and they both get to retire at some point knowing they have their chance to heal from all the suffering they experienced... and with more adopted kids than they know what to do with-

♡♡♡

Iliana:

What I envision for her is kind of complicated and long, so I'll try to keep it short-

Ideally, she gets to save her world once and for all while also getting rid of Igni, which almost costs her her life (nothing is allowed to be easy with Igni, as we've learned from Day 4-). So afterwards she's in recovery surrounded by the loved ones she gained along the way. For how long? Who's to say, miss ma'am will either be MIA or in a comatose sleep (jk jk... unless?) so it depends entirely on her and the awful side effects of Igni's possession tbh-

Chronically ill? With Igni goo disease? More likely than you think!

On the bright side, she finally gets to reunite with her brother in this timeline, though later than intended, and the two eventually take off on a journey of self discovery! Or they probably camp out with their uncle for a while before they do that, either way. They make up for lost time and get to grow together as people while also tying up a whole heap of loose ends their pasts left behind. A whole heap is nothing to sneeze at in this case-

In between, she makes time to check in on various allies as well as hang out with (her nerdy now bf) Ienzo. They have a funky long distance relationship because of her travels, so she surprises him with her presence when she can.

Maybe she gets an engineering degree, who knows? Certainly not me, at least not yet.

I like to think she eventually takes on apprentices or something and is probably the most annoying mentor known to the universe, especially if one of her apprentices is conveniently a secret younger sibling (I joke but... maybe-).

Nothing will be easy, of course some stupid new plot will pop up and she'll have even more nonsense to deal with, but that's a later issue to think about.

♡♡♡

And finally, they all get therapy ♥

They're doomed by the narrative to be absolutely demolished but can never truly die, so it's only fair they can live out somewhat happy and fulfilling lives despite every up and down I throw at them!

That's all I've got for this prompt, thank y'all for another wonderful KHOC Week and I will see y'all next year!!

Or in the tags, I'm always in the tags. :3c

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brazenlystrong · 8 months

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RULES ∞ BIO ∞ ABILITIES

Pookies: ntzenin, gyoukukens, keiteiken, divinezenin, rake-rake, sixeyesenvy, koseigu, getsusekaii

Married to: ntzenin ♥

Binding vow / Affiliated with: Shoko and Sukuna ♥ koseigu

// rules under cut for mobile users //

1. Muse doesn’t equal mun.

2. Respect is returned. I basically mirror what you throw at me. Though, if I deem you or your rps as off-putting, I will most likely avoid you. That is one reason I MAY soft block someone. Other times, I just ain’t vibing and it’s nothing against the person. But that happens rarely. I don’t question unfollowing or soft blocking either.

3. This blog is 18+. Role players/followers over the age of 21 are preferred due to the content of Jujutsu Kaisen and also for my own comfort. Expect triggers like violence, blood, some graphic content. These will be tagged accordingly. There are things I don’t condone, however. No racism, homophobia, transphobia, pedophilia, incest, etc. You will be blocked on the spot.

4. This one was supposed to be an anti-god mode rule but– it probs should also apply to Gojo. Rest assured, it’s all fair game in RP (We ain’t Gege). We can discuss how a fight goes so it’s fair for both ends.

5. Crossovers are encouraged, I love these, as long as we can come up with a way to blend two worlds.

6. Bring sweets. (optional)

7. Drama is a big no-no here. I avoid it and if that’s what you do then I wish you a lovely Hollow Purple.

8. Rp length: anything up to multi paragraphs, on some occasions novella.

9. Don’t persist for rp replies. But you can gently poke me about something that I haven’t responded to for a long period of time.

10. Will rp with mutuals only but don’t hesitate to send me a message if you’d wanna interact and I’ll take it into consideration.

11. I am fully caught up with the manga so there will be spoilers on this blog.

#( pinned. )#;;might make a doc #;;;someday #;;maybe #;;idk

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yaroudomos · 9 months

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* KING OF THE SEAS — !!

An independent and selective roleplay blog featuring Sengoku Basara's Chōsokabe Motochika. Re-Est. 12 / 23, Loved & Cherished by Vulpe! ♥

!! — PROCEED BELOW FOR MORE INFORMATION — !! Thank you! xoxo

✘ This blog is selective and mutual exclusive. However! As long as you keep your posts trimmed, don’t spam OOC content, have basic information about your muse, and I believe our muses also have a decent chance with connecting, then there’s a good chance I’ll follow you back. I absolutely love original characters and I’m welcome to most fandom muses, so, there's no need to be shy here. ✘ Practice patience with me. I ask that you keep in mind that I’m a busy little bee, and that I also have many other muses that I write for. Though it usually takes me a while to get through replies, know that it’s just a matter of life simply getting in the way. ✘ I will be extremely selective in regards to shipping. I value chemistry involved with any potential romantic interest. Still, if that’s a matter you’d like to discuss in the future after we’ve had some time for our muses to interact, remember that I'm very open to exploring the possibilities. I love a good slow burn and lots of development!

✘ Themes of sexual nature will also appear here from time to time, whether in the form of headcanons or actual threads and so forth. I’m also very open to writing smut, as long as the right circumstances fall into place between our muses. Anything that may contain such themes will be tagged as #not sfw.

And I think that about does it for my rules! A little about myself: I'm Vulpe, 26, and I'm a very tired lady. Have questions, want to plot, or simply wish to chat? You’re more than welcome to shoot me a message!＼(＾▽＾)

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heirbane · 1 year

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FFXIV: THE ROMANCE ROUTES.

ROUTE START: "... you lead, Champion."

ROUTE SWITCH: "... it was folly to assume otherwise."

MENU INTERFACE, POKE A: "What concerns you?"

MENU INTERFACE, POKE B: "You have my undivided attention."

MENU INTERFACE, POKE (REPEATEDLY): "-- Insatiable."

MENU INTERFACE, POKE MAX ♥: "I will keep you company, however long you may allow me to do so."

COMPLETED SCENE, + ♥: "Come. The night is still young, Hero."

COMPLETED SCENE, - ♥: "... Mayhaps it is best we part here."

GIFT (DISLIKED): "-- ... Very well. It will not go to waste."

GIFT (LIKED): "Am I so transparent? -- You needn't do for me as you do. ...but I appreciate your thought all the same."

GIFT (THEIR BIRTHDAY): " 'Tis been some summers since one has noted my name day. ...you have my gratitude."

BIRTHDAY: "It isn't much, I'm afraid. I did not wish to overburden you on your travels. I hope it is to your tastes, Adventurer."

stolen from myself / tagging @levinstrike + @daizure and @phoenix-flamed

#ⅩⅣ tertius oculus ( hcs. )#doing silly stuff bc i Can

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cheriishball · 1 year

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[ okay here's how this blog will work:

this is officially a blog for NPC Pokèmon muses. I likely won't initiate RPs here, and will just play as... probably various legendaries, or any Aggressive Wild Pokèmon if anyone wants to battle or catch them!

As soon as you catch a NPC Pokèmon, it becomes yours; I won't play it anymore unless directly asked, and you're more than free to "steal" the muse from me and play it as you wish, whenever you want! Consider this blog as, like. A tabletop roleplay game where i DM random encounters or have one-on-one lore sessions.

so. yeah. we're officially dash only and active only if interacted with in the first place. more rules under the cut!

this is a sideblog! I’ll follow back as infernalpursuit!

remember that mun=/= muse!!

i’m semi-selective, and i hold the rights to choose with who i interact or not – but generally, i try to give everyone a chance! however, remember that the blog is 18+ only for my comfort, and I will softblock minors

remember that mun=/= muse!

I’m open for ships only with other Pokèmon muses, and even then I refuse to play smut. Anyone with a human muse who attempts to flirt with my muses or actively plays pokephilia will be immediately hardblocked

any kind of question is accepted, but anything that doesn’t respect the rules will be promptly ignored and blocked if you continue

blog may end up being trigger-heavy. Everything will be tagged properly, but don’t hesitate to ask me to add some more trigger warnings if necessary

about that, I ask my mutuals to please tag IRL suicide mentions and fnaf

I’m absolutely in for any kind of violent threads, I love rping something involving fights - but know that any hint of godmodding will result in me dropping the thread instantly!

if we RP a fight, I will likely ask for the outcome you want before we fight, or roll dices if we don't want to plot. This said, you're allowed to catch or even kill my wild Pokèmon -- but for the latter, I ask please to tell me if this is your intentions. Any thread where my Pokèmon dies will be properly tagged as #animal death tw

Don't catch or kill my Legendary NPCs. They're meant to be for everyone.

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another-fantasy-world · 2 years

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Grim Reaper's Apprentice

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Title: Grim Reaper's Apprentice

Pairing/s: Rosalie Hale x GN! Reader (Romantic), Alice Cullen x GN! Reader (Platonic), Bella Swan x GN! Reader (platonic)

Summary: in which two lonely mystical creatures find peace and comfort in each other as fate deemed it to be

Warnings: Not detailed violence but violence nonetheless. My own shitty take on Grim Reapers.

Additional Tags: OOC characters, fluff, I am so sorry I haven't watched twilight in a while vurabhvrbhabvr

Reader Pronouns: I think I didn't put any pronouns for the reader honestly-

Word Count: 3358 words

Author’s Note: It's been sitting on my drafts for too long and I've not written for the twilight fandom in so long so I decided why not?

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Grim Reaper. A being that is said to bring nothing but an ill omen.

You didn't really think you'd have the pleasure of meeting the spiritual being and live, but you did. And now they took you in as their apprentice. Which was terrifying at first, but you made it out just fine. And now you also had the ability to gather souls and make their whole life flash before their eyes.

You love your job, you really do, but sometimes it can get lonely. Your guardian was busy, moving from one soul to another and they certainly need your help, which you gladly provide, but you need someone you can talk to, someone who had a mortal life once.

And you found what you were looking for in a blonde girl whose soul was due to travel to the other side of the veil. How? You didn't know, you never knew, you just knew when they'd die and what they did in their life when you watched their memories.

It may be an invasion of privacy, but you have to do it, and over time you were numb to it all. You always ensured that you only showed the happiest memories to those who didn't deserve to die but those who did? You made sure they regret their lifetime of decisions.

This time, a name suddenly wrote itself upon your book, a list of names whose souls need to be retrieved and guided before the end of the day. And while a name suddenly popping up in the middle of a job isn’t unusual, the fact that it’s glowing an elegant shade of gold is.

You quickly guide the ordinary soul through the veil and once that’s done, you allowed yourself to dematerialize and assemble to where the soul was.

And there laid the most beautiful creature you have ever laid your eyes on. You, however, didn’t get to stare at her for too long because you felt a crushing pain in your chest. You gritted your teeth as the pain reverberated and spread all throughout your body. Rosalie’s memories start forcing their way inside your head and you are reliving her life just as she is.

“Child. One wished that fate would allow your meeting with your fated half in a pleasant way, but one sees that it is not the case. You must make a choice, one’s dearest apprentice. Would you allow her soul to pass through the veil, or would you allow her to live as a Cold One?” You feel your mentor’s bony hand on your shoulder

You weighed each option carefully, Once a soul passes through the veil, it experiences the best treatment it could wish for. Basically, heaven as most mortals prefer to call that phenomenon. However, you would never be able to see her again. But if she becomes a cold one instead, she would have to live with the pain of having to consume blood. You had a feeling she would consider that a curse instead.

“Ah, it seems you are too slow when it comes to decisions child.”

Your head shot up at the sound of someone’s footsteps echoing from within the dark alleyway, a cold one. Are they looking for a meal? You scrambled to your feet and attempted to push the blonde man off your fated one, only for you to phase through him. You felt dread quickly filling you up, She doesn’t want this. No one does, she doesn’t deserve to live with the memories that’ll forever haunt her.

Perhaps he’d just feed on her? Or will he change her?

But isn’t that a good thing? You’d have a chance on getting to know her? After all, you’d be contented with just being in her presence.

“Child. One understands your turmoil, however, you must not be too reckless and hasty. Gaze into his eyes little one.” Your mentor sighs as if exasperated by your antics

And so you did as they asked, gazing into this man’s golden eyes. Ah.

“Oh.” you pouted slightly, embarrassment slowly replacing the dread

“As you can see, she’ll be…relatively safe with the Cullens.”

“Do you know him?”

“Why yes, of course. One was supposed to claim his soul but he turned into a cold one before one had the chance to steal his soul.” Your mentor’s cloak shook as if the body under it shrugged

Your mentor’s making your job sound so much more terrifying and evil than it actually is, making you look at them with a scrunched-up face.

They sigh, “She will be safe with the Cullens, you have sifted through his memories so you should know firsthand what he truly is like. One also gives you permission to follow your fated one around when you finished guiding your set amount of souls every day. However, you must remember, child, you are not strong enough to appear in front of those who walk in the mortal plane just yet.”

You know that. You’ve been trying to get past that hurdle for who knows how long. Grim Reapers take souls who have experienced great pain and suffering yet remain neutral, as opposed to the good souls that go up and bad souls that go down, as apprentices. And you were one of the new ones, barely able to force souls through the veil. This is why your mentor always gave you the easy ones.

“Do not worry young one.” Their bony hand petted your hair, “With your work ethic, you’re going to gain that skill in the next few decades” They then turned around, that signature scythe lazily draped over their shoulders.

“Besides, if you manage to capture souls before they turn into cold ones or a creature of the night, you might lessen your sentence.”

And so you did just that. You gently guided kind souls to their destination, helping them fulfill their last wishes before moving on. You not-so-gently kicked cruel souls into your soul jar and threw them through the veil. Your method made your stoic mentor laugh so hard their jaw fell off… literally.

You also (creepily) romantically followed Rosalie around as she navigates through her new life as a cold one. She was particularly attractive when she killed those who led her to her death without even spilling a drop of blood. Only the Gods above and below are witnesses to your feral fawnings over your beloved. Well, except maybe for the souls of the very same men your beloved just killed. They were already in your jar so it’s not like they had any say in it.

So that was how you spent the next few decades, following Rosalie around to make sure she’s safe, doing your job, and practicing how to solidify so that you can finally attend that God-awful school in Forks, where Rosalie and her family are trying to blend in with their God-like looks and their dazzlingly golden eyes. Florescent they say.

You can’t help but laugh as (your brother-in-law) Rosalie’s brother weakly try to explain and defend himself from his blood singer and fated one.

“Hmm. Bella Swan huh. I remember a soul whose last wish was to name his granddaughter after his wife Bella… I wonder…” You shrugged it off, maybe it was a coincidence.

“Woah! So you really are here.” You jumped and screeched when a pixie-like being suddenly appeared beside you.

“Alice? You can…see me?” You waved your hand back and forth in front of her face

“No. I can’t see you. But I’ve seen this vision so many times that I have memorized it down to every last second.”

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed. So tell me, who are you and why do I see you with Rosalie in almost every vision I get. And yes I know the answer I just want to hear you say it.”

“You can’t even hear me.” You sighed, before trying to materialize and succeeding, but you feel yourself struggling and you knew that your time with her is limited.

“Hello.” You tested it awkwardly, then laughed slightly when Alice’s eyes lit up as she bounced on the heels of her feet.

“You’re prettier than when I saw you in my vision-” she then grabs your hand, lightly gasping “You’re cold!! Colder than us, at least.” You chuckled, loving the cheerful attitude that was directed toward you.

“I’m glad that at least one of the Cullen’s like me at least.” You grinned

“I don’t just like you, oh no. We are going to be best friends. And I will be setting you up with Rose sooner or later… Preferably when you can permanently make yourself solid.” She giggled, pointing at your now fading body.

“Oh.” That was the last word you muttered before running out of time, which made Alice laugh gleefully before turning to return inside where her family was waiting for her.

You wondered if they heard your conversation whilst floating to them but it turns out that they were quite worried for Alice since her presence suddenly disappeared. You noted that as one of the things you’ll ask your mentor once they come by for their check-up on you every decade or so.

Days pass by as more trouble finds its way toward the Cullen family, the center of it all would be one Bella Swan and you suddenly found yourself swamped with work, so you could only be there when a certain crazy blonde-haired vampire bit Bella Swan.

“Do I really look like that?” Bella whispers to herself as she gazes down at her convulsing body

“Yes, you do. Now, do you see why Alice insists on taking you out shopping?” You suddenly phased through one of the pillars in her childhood ballet studio.

You just came from Italy, guiding a huge group of souls with 2 more fellow apprentices after a coven feeding. It was easy but tedious and tiring. When you saw that 2 names suddenly written themselves in your “souls-to-fetch” list, you were baffled to see Bella’s name along with some random white dude named James.

Bella took a ghostly step back as you fixed your clothes, ignoring the fighting of Edward and James in the background. She was clearly startled by you but she composed herself quickly

“Excuse me? Who are you? Are you…like a ghost?” She then glances at your scythe and you see her slowly put things together.

“Wow, I can see the cogs turning in your brain-” you spin your scythe around for fun then made it vanish, winking at her before floating towards her “-No, I’m not a ghost. Yes, I am a grim reaper, one of many. And No. You’re not going to die… yet. As if Edward will let you die. The guy watches you sleep for fucks sake.” You huffed out, before shutting your mouth, realizing that you’ve done the same every night, granted that Rosalie never slept… only pretended to do so. Perhaps that doesn’t count.

You see Bella’s soul glow bright red in embarrassment, a tell-tale sign that she’s not meant to be taken through the veil just yet, for she still feels emotion and is still attached to her mortal body.

“Ew, he’s going to suck your blood now, so you’d probably feel a vacuum-like feeling, don’t worry, just let it happen. It’s your body dragging your soul back. Nothing to worry about. Now shoo!” You pushed her towards her body, laughing when her ghostly feet tripped and she fell on top of herself, which prompted the process of soul-attaching. It was just a goofy sight of the soul swirling around like a vortex as they get sucked into their mortal body.

“That’s always hilarious.” You wipe the figurative tear off your eye.

“Now what am I going to do with you.” Your eyes turn into slits as flesh slowly melted off you, revealing the classic bony grim reaper look, your scythe slowly materializing in your hand as you slowly turned towards James, who was struggling to keep himself together since he did just get dismembered and burned into ashes.

He tried to speak but you slashed your scythe into the air once, making stitches appear on his mouth, stitching it shut. He then realized his circumstances and with his dwindling attachment to the mortal plane, he ran in fear. You laughed, floating eyeballs flashing red as you began to chase, toy, and play with him. Hunting him down like prey, just like he did with so many other souls.

Your job comes with such benefits after all.

You might’ve had too much fun with him since the next thing you knew, it was time for Fork’s Prom Night, the night wherein you planned to reveal yourself to Rosalie. Upon realizing that, you quickly jammed James’ soul into a jar and hurriedly threw it through the veil leaving whoever was on the other side with the responsibility of him as you rushed to phase to Forks.

Upon stepping on luscious green grass, its blades still moist from the rain as you breathed in the forest-infused air, you knew that you were in the right place. However, the loud music coming from the school indicated that you were late. You sighed and let your bond with Rosalie lead you to her, your feet soon moved by themselves as gold slowly invaded your vision.

She looked so…ethereal, yet oh so lonely sitting there. The wind pushes her hair back as she sits there, peaceful and alone. Your hand longs to hold hers while you both gaze up unto the starry sky, just keeping her company throughout eternity.

“Beautiful.” You whispered, watching as her eyes shot open, slowly looking around as if feeling your presence.

“You know I can feel you right?” She softly says, her shoulders relaxing as she realizes it’s just you

“I actually didn’t.” You sheepishly say as you materialize, having practiced time and time again, you felt like this time, you’ll be able to last longer than before

“Is that so?” She smirks, before turning to look at you.

She then blinks slowly as if she can’t believe what she was looking at. You quickly looked down and saw that in your hurry to get here, you forgot that you were still in your grim reaper outfit, with your hood down. Which meant that she saw you in all your boney gloriousness. You quickly made yourself invisible just so you could put some flesh into your bones and quickly reappeared, an embarrassed look painted heavily on your face.

“I am so sorry.” You looked away from her, biting your lip hard as punishment for the unsightly sight that she had to see

You then felt the air shift as she suddenly appeared before you, her hands cradling your face as she pulls your bottom lip to stop you from biting them. You felt your mind short circuit and you were so sure that smoke was escaping from your ears.

“Please let me court you.” You quickly blurted out, your mouth letting the words escape before your brain could fully process them.

Her eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the sudden declaration of adoration before chuckling, her face filled with glee as her eyes look at you fondly.

“Only if you allow me to court you as well.” She replies, hand intertwining with yours as she leads you to sit beside her on the bench that she previously sat at.

You two spoke for hours, basking under the moonlight as you play with each other’s fingers. Telling stories and comparing hand sizes, you also let yourself gush over her as you tell her how attractive she looked every time she struts down the hallway or how hot she looked when she played baseball, especially when she stared Bella down as she slowly got up from sliding.

She then told you about all the times she felt your presence, which was frequent. She told you about the time she caught your boney hand emerging from nowhere to put a bookmark on the page of the book she was reading the night before while she was showering for school. She also told you about the time she felt coldness hovering over her and the time that she was sure that you punched someone for gazing at her like a piece of meat. You sheepishly admitted to it and you both laughed about it.

Soon enough it was time for her to go home and you were feeling yourself fade away.

“You don’t have to worry. Although you can’t see me, I will always be right there with you.” You reassured her when you saw the panicked look on her face.

And oh boy did you fulfill that promise.

Your daily life now consists of appearing before Rosalie every morning, inviting her for a walk. It allows her to have time for her to organize her thoughts about the happenings that seem to only happen to her family. It allows her to rant about Bella while you take her hand in yours in silent comfort and support. It allows her to spend time with you as you practice materializing yourself for longer durations.

Your walks always end with that one tree that you deemed as your tree, your initials, and Rosalie’s carved into the wood. You would always sit down on the cloth that Rosalie always carried with your back against the rough bark. You would then open your arms, inviting Rosalie in your embrace as she slowly melts into you. Her head resting on your chest while you place your chin on her shoulders. She would then start to read a book that you both chose with you enjoying the way her voice sounds.

She would never admit it but she absolutely loves the way you hum directly on her ears when she reads parts that you particularly like or the way you would grunt in annoyance when a character does something idiotic.

After perhaps 6 chapters or so, when the sun is fully out, you like to pick her up suddenly, focusing on her as you wave your hand around, your gifts, as she likes to call it, making sure that you put a bookmark on the page you left it, then making sure the blanket was nice and cleanly folded. You would then adorn her with a gorgeous gown from an era of her choice (it really depends on her mood), your black mist wrapping around her before forming into the said dress while you too adorn yourself with the clothing of your choice.

You would then kneel on one knee, asking permission to kiss the back of her hand before asking her to dance. Her skin would sparkle under the sun, the very same sparkle that she used to loathe with her whole heart, she loves it now. Why? It was all because of your expression each and every time you see it. A child-like wonder, your eyes filled with adoration and love as you twirl her with the rhythm that only the two of you can hear.

She could do this for all eternity, she would never get sick of it. Not even when you finally put a ring on her finger.

While there are times that you would miss this morning routine on yours, you would always tell her beforehand, silently cursing your work and only leaving when she tells, or rather, orders you to. She understands how important your work is, no matter how time-consuming it is, she would always wait for you with a cold yet warm embrace as you cuddled the night away. So it doesn’t really bother her when you disappear at random points in time.

Why should it? She knows in her very soul that you would always come back to her, a grin on your face and sometimes you even come home with live animals from wherever you were from for her and her family.

Being a vampire and having a Grim Reaper as a fated one may be unorthodox, but she would choose it over and over again with no hesitation whatsoever.

#rosalie hale x reader #rosalie hale imagines #rosalie hale #rosalie hale imagine #twilight x reader

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gemma-collins-ily · 3 years

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may I request a story with Jesper where he is in love with the reader but for the first time doesn't have the courage to confess? Then later at a party or night at the club, the reader gets drunk and kisses him. The next morning she doesn't really remember it which makes Jesper sad because he thinks it didn't mean anything to her or something, in the end they can talk it out and she comforts him and says she feels the same. Just an idea I had, feel free to mess around with it a bit if you want ♥

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a/n - first one for Jesper in a while! Very excited and ooh the drama I lovveeee! I wrote this quite late at night and for the first section I really said ✨dramatic and poetic✨. Thanks for requesting lovely, xoxo 💞

Warnings: alcohol/getting drunk, hangover and a little bit of a quirky girl vibe.

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15 @inthegistoftime @i-am-the-1930s

It was an intricate thing: love.

It was all things beautiful, like the flowers that bloomed in spring, but so dangerous, like jumping head first into a lake.

It was both things, contrasting in every way possible: love was so pure, many describing it as a light in the darkness, yet, it could be manipulated and used; love was special, so uncommon, but it was so frowned upon, many wondering why people would sacrifice things for their partner; and it was most amazing, as though a rush flooded your thoughts, heart and soul, but so terrifying.

Love was all things daring and risky, and even if Jesper Fahey was daring in all things, and looked 'unbelievably handsome' while doing it, he could not bring himself to confess to you that you were the object of his affections.

Jesper always came to two conclusions when he thought of the concept of love.

The first being, that love could only be described as looming: for better or worse, it would always peek through in situations and make itself known.

It could be dark and twisted, a black cloud of yearning and chaos, writhing internally and storming someone's heart with agonising pain, causing it to papillate in a horrible way.

However, despite this, it could also be so calm, sweet and gentle, a butterfly flapping it's wings ever so softly, everything else standing still to appreciate its individual beauty.

There were so many possibilities for love but Jesper's second conclusion never had anything else branching off it, any disadvantage he could truly recognise. It was singular, at one with all he had inside, and otherwise known as one particular person: you.

His feelings for you were in every beating of his heart, every blink of his lashes and every breath he took.

Love could be an awful mistake, but his love for you was so much more than adoration, or affection - he was in love with you, and as much as he often wistfully wished he could tell you, hopefully stop his pain, he wouldn't change his love for the world.

Even if he could live to regret it.

Jesper Fahey threw himself into life. Through parties or clubs, it didn't matter. If there was an event, you could guarantee he'd be there.

You however, did not. You preferred to stay curled up in a hidden nook, a blanket over your lap, fire crackling beside you and the silence only broken by the turning of yellowed pages.

No matter how many papercuts you received, reading was your safety net, allowing you to travel to other realities all while sitting in the Crow Club.

You did not want to escape Ketterdam, per say, rather to invision a temporary place to belong. Feeling at home in the Barrel was always hard, it being the place where nearly all citizens got drunk daily but in your heart, it was always your home.

You may not have felt you were like everyone else, but that did not mean you loved it any less. You did stand out amongst the crowds, the majority of people turning to alcohol when something went wrong, but you would go either to your little reading corner, or to your friends.

Often, one in particular. But he didn't need to know that.

So, to say when Jesper saw you at the latest party he was surprised, would be an understatement. He had no problem with you being there, in fact he was glad you were being sociable but he had never expected you to voluntarily go to one.

The reason you had gone, was that your day had been immensely stressful and when you had reached the celebration party, the temptation had been too strong.

You did not make a habit of doing it often, but every once in a while, you made the same choices as the other Ketterdam inhabitants and drowned your sorrows in alcohol.

Of course, it would be a severe mistake in the morning, when you would inevitably become hunched over your coffee as you massaged your temples but for now, the drink helped you forget.

Although, you may have gone a tad overboard.

The bartender seemed to be a gentleman, questioning if you really did want another drink, not wanting you to hurt yourself and listening to you babble about your shortcomings, nodding understandingly until you were more than a little influenced by the whisky.

That was when your problems seemed to disappear and you straightened on the bar stool, suddenly perked up and joyful, the feeling amplified when Jesper entered your line of sight.

He appeared to be shocked to see you, but meandered over none the less.

"Hi, Jes." You chirped. He saw nothing wrong with your upbeat tone, as this was the one you usually held apart from when you were upset or injured.

"Hello, (Y/N)."

He said it in a deep and dramatic way, exaggerating so much that you giggled and the twinkle in your eye was hilighted.

Again, it wasn't unusual behaviour for you to do so. He continued the conversation with you, deciding for once he would be the sober friend, ready to help you home through the winding streets.

He didn't know you were drunk of course, but he assumed if you were finally getting outside more, you might start to indulge in the bar.

Just as he made to leave, knowing you would be able to handle yourself against attackers, promising to himself he'd check on you later, you grabbed his wrist and spun him back so he was facing you.

He gave you a curious glance, but you only grinned then leaned forward. He thought you were heading for his cheek, as you usually pecked him there sometimes, never failing to make his cheeks blaze with a furious crimson and his head slightly dizzy.

But instead, you kissed him on the lips, melding your mouth to his and he was quick to respond, following your lead as he would do only for you.

You tasted of something fiery, it invading his mouth and remaining there, even as you separated. He stood stock still, staring wide-eyed and jaw gaping.

You didn't say anything, just strutted past him and out the door, your lopsided smile hidden behind your hand as you somehow managed to find your way home.

In your last moment of coherency before you fell on your bed and crashed out, still clothed in the garments you had worn to the party, you tried to savour the feeling of his soft lips against yours, hoping you'd remember it in the morning, but knowing underneath it all that there was no possible way for you to.

You awoke with a groan, hand flying to your head instantly, already regretting the night before.

The most you could recall was ordering a lot of whiskey, planning to relieve stress by giving it to your future self. It was good to forget about your troubles every once in a while, but you found yourself unappreciative of the huge headache forming, causing stars to dance behind your eyelids as you stood and wobbled, clutching to the bed post for support.

Once you felt you could stand well on your own, you trudged downstairs and sat, Nina knowing the drill and handing you her own plate of waffles, going to order more of the treat and a pot of coffee.

Kaz may let you stay in the Slat in return for working, but he did charge for the food, annoyingly.

After you had eaten and drunk your coffee, you announced you were leaving to change and she nodded, smiling sympathetically, knowing if you, one of the responsible ones of the group, had made a decision like you had, something most have gone wrong previously.

You came back from a bath feeling refreshed and grateful to be in clean clothes, ones that were far less sweaty than the ones you had slept in.

It was then you heard a knock at your door, signaling someone's arrival and you yelled out a quick come in.

Jesper entered and smiled charmingly, as he usually did but never this early in the morning. Yes you had slept in late, but not that late.

Your eyebrows furrowed and his mirrored yours, realising you weren't grinning.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure. Just excuse the mess."

You gestured vaguely around the room, where there was almost no mess and the creases between his eyebrows became more prominent then relaxed, taking this as a sign of your nerves.

"So I wanted to talk about last night because I think it meant something to the both of us, you know?"

You only pressed your lips into a thin line then blurted worriedly, "Oh did I do something embarrassing last night?"

Jesper was hurt, it was clear to see. Did the kiss really mean so little to you that you had forgotten entirely? Did you really think of it as embarrassing?

The problem for you was, you had no idea why he stormed out of the room a moment later, slamming the door as he exited.

You got over the confusion and shock and flung open the door to run after him, only to find the sharpshooter gone, the Slat door blowing open then closed, swinging on its hinges.

But the time you had jogged down the stairs and outside, almost slipping several times on the way, there was no sign of him.

By the time Jesper had returned, it was nightfall and you had been waiting for him downstairs since he disappeared, tapping your foot irregularly and barely managing to turn a page of your novel.

You had found yourself reading over the same lines again and again, and your hair had been tussled an unruly amount.

The first thing you did when you saw Jesper enter was stand, rush over and give him a hug. He looked down at you, confused and less frustrated than before but he still shrugged you off.

The next thing he knew, your palm was coming into contact with his chest, giving him a gentle slap, not having the heart to truly hurt him.

"Listen, Jesper. If you have something to say about what happened last night, tell me! Because I sure as hell don't remember a thing!"

He stepped forward, looking slightly menacing, you retreating backward a little.

"You don't remember anything! Was it really that boring for you? I thought we had something... I really did."

He became quieter and more reserved at the end of his mini speech and it pained you to see him look so crestfallen.

"Jes, I don't know what happened last night, but I think I'm getting the idea. I don't recall anything except getting drunk as anything and talking to a bartender as I knocked back whiskeys. It was a stressful day yesterday, okay?"

"You were drunk?"

"Yeah, I was."

Now it was making sense for Jesper, that fiery taste as his tongue had darted out to wet his lips. It was the burn of alcohol and now he felt extremely guilty for leaving you to wait for him.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't know and I thought it meant nothing to you. I understand if now you know it still doesn't and-"

He was cut off as you leaned upward and your mouth met his, no lingering flavour of whisky invading the kiss.

His hand came to cup your cheek and the other to settle on your waist, thumb rubbing in a circular motion over your hip.

Confused as he was, when he pulled away he was gentlemanly as ever and whispered against your lips, "This okay?"

"Jes, I kissed you first. I think it's more than okay."

He laughed against your lips, his brushing yours as he did so and you couldn't help but to peck his lips gently.

He glanced down, not expecting it then you both fell into simultaneous giggles again, the cycle repeating as each one of you would gently kiss the other.

You supposed later on, that it was the best decision of your life to go to that party, all because it led you to the best thing you could have.

Jesper.

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x you #jesper fahey imagine #jesper fahey fluff #jesper fahey x y/n #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone imagine

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