Dovty

Angst lover He/they

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PART 2 TO YOUR RECENT POST??? please the Robert x reader angst is beautiful and I yearn for the fluff at the end of the tunnel 🤤

Ill probably post it once i get chapter two out for my other dispatch fic, that one has been delayed way too long Anon.

Ill be out soon since its already halfway done so hopefully the wait aint long :)

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You hated commitment, or more like you were scared of it which meant typically one nightstands stayed one nightstands. However sometimes things happen and you kept going back to one person.

Every single time was his "last time" too, even as you laid together in a tangled human mess. Limbs on top of limbs. And as the nights were started to get longer together talking, laughing and sassing back to one another.

Even as the nights turned into days going out for coffee and sweet treats after a hard day of work. Eventually you moved in after your landlord decided he wanted you out of the building.

Even when you found out he was The Mecha-Man, helping him heal new wounds after rough fights.

And then, he confessed one random night, he wanted to be with you, officially. You stayed quiet even as you held him close, hand staying still on his back.

"You don't have to give me an answer right now." He murmured eyes droopy from the long day out you two had together. You both reeked of cheap liquor "I can wait" he added so softly that it almost soothed you.

But it didn't.

The thought of being in a relationship scared you.

You didn't reply as he fell asleep on you. You waited a hour till he was truly sleeping and got up. His dog perking up from his dog bed you bought him trying to win him over. When you got up, Beef quietly following you with his collar making soft clinks and his paws softly scratching at the wooden floors trailing behind. You gather anything that was yours from left over clothes and random trinkets you bought each other.

You squatted down softly petting the dog who just licked at you causing you to smile "Sorry little buddy, take care of your dad for me yeah?" His little whine broke you heart "Its okay, you'll be okay with rob boss,don't cause too much trouble yeah?"

Getting up and going back into the room where he laid. Asleep, peaceful . You admired him, feeling the heavy guilt build up slowly.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead muttering a soft goodbye and leaving. Blocking him on everything as soon as you left the room, deleting every single message. You went into your photos staring at them. You stopped walking staring at the photos of you guys together. You hesitated, then you deleted everything.

And that was that, nothing more was supposed to happen. You tried to avoid the ache when you left, constantly taking new jobs from an underground criminal ring, your powers helping you hide easily into the shadows, literally.

You felt scared when you checked the news about Mecha Mans "death". How damaged the suit had become worried you, and then the interview after a few months dug that guilt in further knowing how much Robert felt the need to continue his fathers legacy in that suit.

Honestly you didnt feel bad for the man that got beat up by Robert, he kinda did deserve it after he taunted him in front of everyone on live.

You quietly slipped away from the criminal ring after hearing Robert-Mecha Man wouldn't return.

So why the fuck is your new dispatcher Robert Robertson the fuckin Third.

You stared at him from across the room as he looked at you motionless, about to drink what looked like coffee, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. His lack of expression didn't help either.

He then started to walm straight towards you, placing his coffee down on the nearest table. You let out a small gasp stepping back bumping into Invisagal who just shoved you.

You heard him call your name, "wait, we need to talk!-"

You pulled your mask up covering your mouth and nose right before jumping into somebody's shadow losing your physical form.

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Robert having depression but the main focus being love interests…

I wanna make more sad shit

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"You know whats funny, Robert Robertson the third?"

"What" he is trying to sound calm, less irritated or worried . You couldn't tell, you're worried yourself.

Panicky even.

"I'm the one keeping you alive, you know you've always saved me. Not literally, but-" tears blurred your vision, a nervous laugh leaving you "but metaphorically? I still need you… even if you, you'll probably hate me f-for a good while."

Robert looked up at you.

"I want to help you." You struggled to say, your body was shaking trying to keep a hold on Robert who was on the edge of a cliff. "Just like you helped me."

You cant even remember how you ended up here, you just had a gut feeling. So you followed him the whole day during work and after. Till now.

Till you saw him get close to the ledge and before you knew it you were grabbing his arms desperately with newfound strength.

Robert didn't speak, he didn't know what to do. He hasn't known what to do lately in all honesty. All the problems, the endless work and restlessness he constantly faced. He didn't even think, he just left Beef with Chase, a last minute thing.

"Robert, im sorry." You cried, your grip was slipping, and Robert didn't even react, didn't try to hold back onto you. "I'm so sorry" you apologized "you didn't deserve any of this. You deserve the world, to rest, to breath. Robert, please don't leave." You begged

You felt him grab on your hand and you immediately started to pull him up. Your body still shook as you grabbed him hurriedly to safety, his hands were also shaking by the time he was safe. You were hugging him tightly, crying quietly into his shoulder.

"I'm… fine." Robert said finally, "im here." He muttered, his arms were loose by his sides. "Sorry for scaring you."

"Shut up." You groan, sniffling.

"I'm going to have to throw this shirt away."

"who cares?" You didn't pull away, instead hugging him tighter. "I need you here, its selfish. But i really do. I care so much about you."

He hesitantly held you, his chin on top of your head before he just pulled you closer. "I know that now." He responded softly.

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I actually gotta lock in for my other fics, i NEED to post more.

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Dispatched

Chapter 1:Introduction

Male/gender neutral reader.

"I love you dear, you know that right?" Her voice was hoarse, it would've been loving if she was sober.

"I know ma." You mumbled as you kept cleaning the mess, even if your whole body reacted strongly to the mess. You kept cleaning. Throwing the dirty vomit paper towels into the trash can and then taking it outside. You left the door open to let the small house ventilate, you turn on a candle to fill in the air. You stared at the flame, watching it dance around. It looked beyond beautiful, an eternal flame forever happy. You were caught in a trance by it, slowly reaching up to touch it, hand so close you can feel the warmth radiating off the beautiful fire. You heard distant shouting, too caught up in dancing flame, reaching into the burning energy.

You blink, you were staring at the burning building in front of you, the sirens around you were now blaring in your ear sharply knocking you back into reality.

You watched as the super villain with pyrokinesis and Mecha-man fought. The building crumpling underneath itself, you glance around only to see cops closing in on you.

"Wha- H-Hey!?" They were slowly moving to corner you, you step back moving your arms from one of the cops reach.

"Hands behind your back!" One shouted, their tasers and guns out, like if _you_ were a threat!

"Eh! I'm not- i wasn't part of this! I swear!" They didn't listen as one moved quickly only for you to dodge going under him running for your life. You were getting mixed up, you didn't do anything. Not this time, plus you were in your damn civilian clothes!

You tried to put on your mask, ready to blend into the dark and leap out of the crime scene happening

You smiled looking back to see them struggling to run after you, laughing you turn around only to slam into the back of van promptly knocking you down, the air in your lungs also going out.

Thanks to Newtons third law of motion.

The police were able to arrest you…

You sat in a dimly lit up cell, on a dirty mattress, the smell of sweat was irritating you as you kept truing to daydream away.

Like seriously you didn't do anything, you just so happened to be in the wrong place st the wrong time! They didn't want to let you go, you kept yelling throughout the drive that you were innocent.

That might've not helped your case really, so the you started yelling you wanted a lawyer once they put you in the waiting room with the detective. He just told 'have a good evening' shaking your hand and leaving.

You grumbled mocking his voice in a high pitched voice, "have a good evening, fuckin assholes-"

That was until there was the sound of footsteps and keys jingling making you sit up rather quickly, the cop stopped in front of your cell. You glared at him, he glared back.

"Nasty ass criminals." He grumbled under his breath while finding the key and opening your cell door. "Get it moving brat."

You flipped him off as you passed by him only for him to push you forward roughly. "Bitch," you coughed.

He lead you to another room which confused you, "hey, the exit is that way" you said turning around to look at his bald head"i get you have memories lose at your old age and shit but like cmon-" he shoved you again almost tripping you

"Shut up, your lucky your even getting a option."

"Option for wh-" he closed the door in front of you leaving you there. Someone cleared their throat. You glanced at her before pausing. "Holy shit"

She smiled letting out a small chuckle "Hey, im blond Blazer." She stook her hand out for you to shake which you took with your two hands.

"Y-yeah i know that, what the fuck?" You said in awe, she look absolutely stunning in person. You were standing in front of a true fucking Hero!!! She looked somewhat unsure, the small smile still on her face.

"I heard what happened." She said

"What happened?" You said wondering what story they made up, seriously you didn't take a part in it. "What ever they say is a damn lie." She raised an eyebrow "Okay maybe some of it." You paused looking around " Look, i didn't do anything this time, i mean it"

Blond Blazed just sighed "well i came here on some business, i have a offer i can make with you." She gestured for you to follow her to sit down on the couches.

"Depends in the offer." You said skeptical

"Its a program, for reform villains." She said, she set down a file in front of you. Opening it you saw every single little thing pf information on you. All the times you ended up in jail for stealing, the fights, fraud and that one charge of murder... "We are offering a second chance, to prove you can change. You could enter society again, you wont have to be living in constant fear." Her voice was soft and encouraging. "And im sire what happened in the past was an accident."

You stared at the file, your hand clenched on your lap as you thought about it. "It wasn't an accident." You said solemnly, you looked up at her. "I meant what i did, it was no accident Blonde Blazer."

She stayed there quietly for a second, a sigh breaking the fragile silence. "My offer still stands. I think you can change." She reached her hand out to you "and i think its better then rotting in prison. Always better to try at least?"

You stared at her as if she grew two heads, you lean back in your chair contemplating wether to accept it. "Will i he fed?" You asked, the bare minimum is required after all.

"Yeah, the program covers most expenses. You'll have a place to sleep, not exactly the best but beats the streets doesn't it?" She still was holding her hand out patiently, a small soft smile adorned her face.

You chuckled "yeah, i guess…" you say, getting up and shaking her hand firmly. " Do i get to pick my hero name?"

Blazer laughed this time "Yeah, but first lets get you out of this dump, and a whole new look. Re-branding if you will."

A/n: So… i havent been updating. Ive been busy, life came at me like a truck going over 100 on a hill down. Its whatever, new fandom unlocked. If this does well i moght post more chapters of this. (This is like a rough draft right now).

You guys choose the new turned hero name for you! If ya dont like any of em just comment another name, im open to ideas :)))

Hero name

Morph

Embor-Em’s for short

Zorlord

Voting ended onFeb 23

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Ao3 going down in the big 2026 mid dispatch fanfic that genuinely seem so goated was not on my card.

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Ps- regarding my latest post i will post it on Ao3, perhaps altered and having more words(extended version) when i feel like it, ive been busy with my lovely partner, who is btw amazing and the bestest. Love em :)

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Dispatched

Chapter 1:Introduction

Male/gender neutral reader.

"I love you dear, you know that right?" Her voice was hoarse, it would've been loving if she was sober.

"I know ma." You mumbled as you kept cleaning the mess, even if your whole body reacted strongly to the mess. You kept cleaning. Throwing the dirty vomit paper towels into the trash can and then taking it outside. You left the door open to let the small house ventilate, you turn on a candle to fill in the air. You stared at the flame, watching it dance around. It looked beyond beautiful, an eternal flame forever happy. You were caught in a trance by it, slowly reaching up to touch it, hand so close you can feel the warmth radiating off the beautiful fire. You heard distant shouting, too caught up in dancing flame, reaching into the burning energy.

You blink, you were staring at the burning building in front of you, the sirens around you were now blaring in your ear sharply knocking you back into reality.

You watched as the super villain with pyrokinesis and Mecha-man fought. The building crumpling underneath itself, you glance around only to see cops closing in on you.

"Wha- H-Hey!?" They were slowly moving to corner you, you step back moving your arms from one of the cops reach.

"Hands behind your back!" One shouted, their tasers and guns out, like if _you_ were a threat!

"Eh! I'm not- i wasn't part of this! I swear!" They didn't listen as one moved quickly only for you to dodge going under him running for your life. You were getting mixed up, you didn't do anything. Not this time, plus you were in your damn civilian clothes!

You tried to put on your mask, ready to blend into the dark and leap out of the crime scene happening

You smiled looking back to see them struggling to run after you, laughing you turn around only to slam into the back of van promptly knocking you down, the air in your lungs also going out.

Thanks to Newtons third law of motion.

The police were able to arrest you…

You sat in a dimly lit up cell, on a dirty mattress, the smell of sweat was irritating you as you kept truing to daydream away.

Like seriously you didn't do anything, you just so happened to be in the wrong place st the wrong time! They didn't want to let you go, you kept yelling throughout the drive that you were innocent.

That might've not helped your case really, so the you started yelling you wanted a lawyer once they put you in the waiting room with the detective. He just told 'have a good evening' shaking your hand and leaving.

You grumbled mocking his voice in a high pitched voice, "have a good evening, fuckin assholes-"

That was until there was the sound of footsteps and keys jingling making you sit up rather quickly, the cop stopped in front of your cell. You glared at him, he glared back.

"Nasty ass criminals." He grumbled under his breath while finding the key and opening your cell door. "Get it moving brat."

You flipped him off as you passed by him only for him to push you forward roughly. "Bitch," you coughed.

He lead you to another room which confused you, "hey, the exit is that way" you said turning around to look at his bald head"i get you have memories lose at your old age and shit but like cmon-" he shoved you again almost tripping you

"Shut up, your lucky your even getting a option."

"Option for wh-" he closed the door in front of you leaving you there. Someone cleared their throat. You glanced at her before pausing. "Holy shit"

She smiled letting out a small chuckle "Hey, im blond Blazer." She stook her hand out for you to shake which you took with your two hands.

"Y-yeah i know that, what the fuck?" You said in awe, she look absolutely stunning in person. You were standing in front of a true fucking Hero!!! She looked somewhat unsure, the small smile still on her face.

"I heard what happened." She said

"What happened?" You said wondering what story they made up, seriously you didn't take a part in it. "What ever they say is a damn lie." She raised an eyebrow "Okay maybe some of it." You paused looking around " Look, i didn't do anything this time, i mean it"

Blond Blazed just sighed "well i came here on some business, i have a offer i can make with you." She gestured for you to follow her to sit down on the couches.

"Depends in the offer." You said skeptical

"Its a program, for reform villains." She said, she set down a file in front of you. Opening it you saw every single little thing pf information on you. All the times you ended up in jail for stealing, the fights, fraud and that one charge of murder... "We are offering a second chance, to prove you can change. You could enter society again, you wont have to be living in constant fear." Her voice was soft and encouraging. "And im sire what happened in the past was an accident."

You stared at the file, your hand clenched on your lap as you thought about it. "It wasn't an accident." You said solemnly, you looked up at her. "I meant what i did, it was no accident Blonde Blazer."

She stayed there quietly for a second, a sigh breaking the fragile silence. "My offer still stands. I think you can change." She reached her hand out to you "and i think its better then rotting in prison. Always better to try at least?"

You stared at her as if she grew two heads, you lean back in your chair contemplating wether to accept it. "Will i he fed?" You asked, the bare minimum is required after all.

"Yeah, the program covers most expenses. You'll have a place to sleep, not exactly the best but beats the streets doesn't it?" She still was holding her hand out patiently, a small soft smile adorned her face.

You chuckled "yeah, i guess…" you say, getting up and shaking her hand firmly. " Do i get to pick my hero name?"

Blazer laughed this time "Yeah, but first lets get you out of this dump, and a whole new look. Re-branding if you will."

A/n: So… i havent been updating. Ive been busy, life came at me like a truck going over 100 on a hill down. Its whatever, new fandom unlocked. If this does well i moght post more chapters of this. (This is like a rough draft right now).

You guys choose the new turned hero name for you! If ya dont like any of em just comment another name, im open to ideas :)))

Hero name

Morph

Embor-Em’s for short

Zorlord

Voting ended onFeb 23

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Such a shame there isnt much robert x male reader on Ao3. </3

I want a full written fanfic of robert robertson n reader, even if they are gender neutral :(((

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Bartender reader x Ghost

Pt 1-3

Pt.4

6:30 PM

He was late.

Or perhaps he stood you up.

Nonetheless you poked at the food displayed in front of you, a sad miserable salad with two cherry tomatoes cut cut in halves. The waiters passing didn't pay mind, but you can see in there eyes they pity you as they walked by.

The endless chatter of the tables around you seized to comfort you, you grabbed your wallet about to pay, leave a generous tip for the waiters that had to waste their times on a pointless occasion.

"If you have a moment may I get my bil-" you paused upon looking up, immediately glaring at the man you mistaken as a waiter walking by.

"Sorry, lost track of time" Simon said, taking a seat across you. He seemed out of breath, his hair looked like it was done in a rush and his clothes no better. It had wrinkles and looked worn out.

You glare at him "Losing track of time is one thing but-'

"It's all on me, I'll pay." He said cutting you off the rant your were about to go on "Didn't expect to be held back." Simon said looking at you slightly guilty. There was an awkward silence then, you looked back at your own plate appetite growing for something with flavor now that you had company. "You should get a dessert, anything Orion."

"Anything with chocolate chips cookie dough chunks ?" You asked sarcastically , he sighed shaking his head

"Don’t think they give that 'ere"

"Then take me somewhere they do." You replied, a joke of course. as you still grabbed the menu folder looking at the options. Simon stared at you bewildered, you didn't pay much attention at him after as you skimmed the amount of chocolate options there were, the cake flavors and fruit bowls.

"You think the strawberry cake is any good?-"

"Lets go to the ice cream store down the street then-"

…

You looked up from the menus immediately "Sorry what?"

"Lets go. You want your ice cream, it'll be my treat after letting you wait by yourself that long." Simon sighed

"i was joking Simon." You said putting down the menu hesitantly

"Well im not." He responded as he grabbed his wallet leaving money on the table. "Lets go." he didn't even look back, arrogant asshole

"Seriously!?" You got up stumbling right after him "you didn't even get to eat!" you whispered yelled not wanting to bring more attention to yourself or him.

"Ill survive." He replied opening the door to the exit signaling for you to go through. You sighed as you walked out along with Simon, a awkward silence fell over you both.

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your pants, fidgeting with whatever you could. The loose string in your pants, the small amount of paper that lingered in them after you left a paper in the pockets and washed them without removing it.

You Don't know where your confidence goes on times like these when it was most necessary to talk about something. You felt like your whole body had adrenaline rushing throughout, your hands couldn't keep still and you weren't even looking at anybody in the eyes now. You should've said no to the date, why were you so confident at work!?

"I-I mean it,-" He cleared his throat "-what i said" you looked at him finally "Sorry." Simon mumbled, he too looked awkward walking with you.

"Its just dinner." You muttered "its not-" you sighed "i Don't know why i made it seem kike a big deal, its not. I wouldn't have died if you didn't go. It's nothing" you tried to sound convincing, didn't feel like it though. "Plus you had work, that's more important especially in this economy." You chuckled

He rolled his eyes, you can see his was smiling a bit "yeah how else would you survive without my tips at the bar?"

"Oh hush ya Muppet, i have survived even before you. Your tips are… a bonus, if you will." You grinned at him before looking away suddenly feeling embarrassed "thanks for that." You said sincerely "helps the poverty or whatever."

You can see the ice cream store coming into view, it was fairly lit up as you both entered, the walls were a pastel red with white giving off a cozy feeling. The store was somewhat filled, couples happily chatting, kids squealing and running around, parents trying to keep them by their side holding their tiny chubby hands as they waited to order ice cream for the family.

"Whoa did not expect it to be filled." You muttered now feeling slightly bad ghat Simon brought you here. Now you both had to wait instead of having a good dinner, sitting down and talking like proper adults.

He glanced at you, he took your hand tugging gently. "Lets try another ice cream store."

You felt your face heat up slightly looking down at your intertwined hands, you sucked in a small breath giving his hand a slight squeeze followed by a shrug and "yeah-sure whatever."

"For someone who constantly gives me shit you lack the confidence outside." He commented

"Shut up, its… i have to gone on many dates." You groaned, your hand started to feel clammy in his hold making you wish a hole swallowed you whole. You tried to look at the dirty ground, finding nothing that could sway your anxious thoughts. You looked from side to side, people looked happy and relaxed, well most of them. The cold air help cool you down somewhat from all the heat your body decided to create.

"So… how was work?" You asked wanting to fill the air with something, anything at this point.

"It was decent." He hummed keeping it vague. You should've known better…

"Thats good to hear-" you suddenly stop seeing a small kitten from the corner of your eye. It was cornered by two other big cats that seemed to be agitated by the way their bodies moved.

You let go of Simon's hand instantly, accidentally pushing some people out the way without so much as a quick sorry. You can hear Simon shout your name startled, before he followed after you. Nearing the two animals you silently prayed to not to get a severe scratch on your hands and arms as you reached down and grabbed onto the kitten swiftly. The two cats immediately jumped onto your leg, claws digging into the fabric of your cheap pants.

"Fuck!" You tried to shake them off while keeping the kitten out of reach as they tried to claw their way up to it.

Simon grabbed them by the scruff and threw them off of you.The two cats hiss running off separate ways leaving you and Simon staring at where they have left.

You stared at the spot momentarily, you snapped back into the present when Simon held you by your shoulders, a grounding weight.

"-Okay?" He asked, you looked at him confused.

"Y-yeah the cat is okay?" You respond looking down at the kitten checking with shaky hands making sure it wasn't harmed, it purred as your pet it gently

"No!-not the damn cat, you! Are you okay?" He repeated Making you stop checking the kitten, the soft purrs stopping as well

"Oh. I- I think i am?" You didn't sound so sure yourself. You looked down at your hand which were intact and then you looked down at your legs prompting Simon to look down too. You felt the pain to start to bloom once you noticed the scratched and bleeding on your legs.

"C'mon lets go." Simon directs you to a bench nearby, on lookers went back to their talking between each other. Other kept staring, you tried to ignore it. "That was reckless."

You held the kitten a bit closer to yourself. You didn't respond, didn't know what to say.

"You shouldn't have done that." Simon chided you, as he got down on one knee in front of you. He inspected the wounds, your pants were goners but your legs could be better.

"Didn't want to be a bystander." You mumbled before hissing in pain as Simon pressed on the wound.

"The cat wasn't worth it." He grumbled, clearly displeased with your actions. The kitten in your hands said otherwise, it hissed at Simon. The man just glared at it.

"It wouldn't have survived." You pushed Simon hand away and tried getting up only for him to push you back to sitting. He sighed grabbing the kitten in his hands and he turned around and crouched in front of you "Wha-"

"C mon, lets go." He said looking back at you. Your body suddenly felt hot again.

"Its unnecessary, im fine to walk in my own, sure it would be uncomfortable and i might limp a bit but j can still walk. Its not a bother really! Its not a longwayfromhomeipromise,illgetpatchedupand-"

Simon groaned "just do it." You stared at him for a bit more. Hesitantly letting him pick you up, you placed your head on his shoulder feeling so ashamed of having to be carried, you wanted to hide from the crowd. "Hey, look at the stars." You heard him say, you glance up, the sky was pretty clear and you can see the different lights that were in the night. Beautiful stars that didn't fail to awe you and bring a small smile to your face.

Simon peered at your face and smiled softly as he continued walking, he'll patch you up, and keep you safe.

Authors note: Hey so like yall i lowkey forgot to post this on here, its been out for a while on Ao3…

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Looking more like a checklist these days. I want off this ride. 😭

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I need writing tios n more creativity for my chaoters 😿💔

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Read on Ao3 better format? And also for more chapters.

This is chapters 1-3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76841246/chapters/201128376

bartender reader x simon

You have always been in the background. A Quiet life, mind numbing routine with three minimum wage jobs that barely pay off your parents’ debts.

Eight in the morning, wake up, go to work on the first shift at a retail store, listen to people's complaints about prices. Clock out at five. Take a quick nap before the second shift at 9 at your local bar, serve drinks, deal with unwanted complaints from peoples lifes, sorrows and great achievements.

The third job? Mailman on the week ends. Dashing down the streets and getting chased by bloody mutts.(you enjoy the company of mutts if they were properly train and not wild off collars.)

You get the gist.

You sighed, the bar was less busier tonight, Christmas holiday.

The quiet chatter filled the small bar along with the different whiskeys, cocktails and beer scents. Only those with no one to enjoy the holiday with came, someone like you; well except the fact that you came because you still had more bills to pay, pretty penny you suppose.

 

You heard the door bell chime as another man came in, you didn't even raise your head focused on not spilling your customers' drink. You didn't want the money to come out your paycheck again.

“Welcome in!” You greeted, a habit you built. ‘Keep the customers happy’ your manager said.

“Three whiskey shots” The man said, no greeting. Must be having a bad day, aren't we all?

“Coming right up.” You said as you handed the other customers their drink. They muttered a quick thanks before leaving to sit in the corner but well withing reach still. “Just the whiskeys?” You asked as you grabbed the small shot glass, filling three of them up.

You slide it towards the man, a quick glance at his face and you saw multiple scars all over him. Faded but still there.

“Rough night sir?” You said making small talk. Another quick glance and you noticed the dog tag neckless, either he was in the military or someone he knew.

God you were curious.

His hand took one of the whiskey glasses and drank it quickly. “...something like that.”

You hummed not prying more even as you felt the need to know more. You continued to move around cleaning the bar areas here and there, removing the bar mat to clean the spills and placing the now clean one on the same spot.

“Are you the new employee?” The man asked, you looked back at him. His three shot glasses are empty now.

“Changed shifts time is all.” You replied walking over to where the man sat on the stool. “Need more?”

“Whiskey sour, thanks.” He mumbled, he watched as you turned your back to get working. He watched as you started to add whiskey, sugar syrup and lemon juice to the shaker.

“Are you a regular?” You asked as you continued to shake it.

“One would say.”

You added ice into the shaker before mixing it again. “I'll take it as a yes.” You chuckled, you grabbed a glass heading back to where the man sat. Placing it on the mat and letting him see how you poured the drink into the glass, placing the shaker on the side and adding a cherry on the side as a garnish. You slide it towards him. “Enjoy.”

He nods as he takes a sip. “Name?” He asked, eyeing you, you seemed harmless.

“Wings.” You responded

“I doubt it”

You grinned cheeky “Its a nickname, the most ya will get from me mister…?” He huffed

“Ghost.”

“See you aren't willing to risk it either.”

“im just being fair.” He said, taking another sip of his sour whiskey. “An eye for an eye as they say.”

You snort out a laugh. “Sure okay.” He cracked a smile.

“How much?” He asked

“Thirty one dollars.” You replied, “cash or card?”

“Cash.” He said gruffly placing down a fifty dollar bill. “Keep the change wings.” He stood up waving at ya lazily. “Cya around.”

The door bell chimed again, and he was gone.

You grabbed all the glass cups and went to wash them thoroughly, only for you to hear the horrible and most dreadful sound of someone gagging and then puking over the table while others laugh amd record.

Once again you have a mess to clean.

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After Ghost's first visit at your shift he starter to show up more frequently. He wouldn't talk much but you?

God did you like to talk, chatting his ear off like a morning bird singing outside your window at 6 of the morning. It felt nice having someone to talk to, a friend.

Occasionally he would leave and not visit for a few weeks, and his excuse was that he just was busy. You didnt pry more into it.

 

It was like any other time, you serving drinks waiting upon the other mans daily visit. The door bell chimed, you look up from the drink you were preparing for another customer smiling before freezing seeing Ghost have a cast on his arm.

“Whay the fuck happened to you?” You blurted out rather rudely as you handed the drink to the other man

“Work” he grumbled, taking his seat on the stool like always. “The usual”

“You're getting way to overworked.” You comment washing your hands before getting to work

“could day the same about you Wings” he retorts, you shake your head with a light scoff

“Im just trying to live my life, kay?”

“I wouldn't say living is more like surviving” he pointed out.

“Shut up.”

You slide the drink towards Ghost with a smile “bon appétit!” He glanced at the drink. A vodka martini with a lemon twist as garnish.

“Not what I ordered Wings.”

“Try it.”

“Im not paying for this”

“Its on me as a thanks for all the tips ya have been giving me geez” you grunt

“Arent you growing broke?”

“Shut it and be grateful” he just huffed out a laugh before taking a sip

“So?”

“Not bad” he mumbled “still prefer my tea”

“Damn brits.” The man just smiled about to say another remark “hold on” you said as you headed to another customer. He watched as you started to cash out the man. The bar was busier, more chatty. He didn't mind since you were on shift.

People loved talking to you, a listening ear, a calming presence you had on the people around you. He waited for you to come back to him quietly observing the bar.

“Mannnn some people are rude” you whined waking back towards him “so you were saying?”

“There is a new restaurant open downtown, we should head over”

“Asking me out on a date, Ghost?” Your eyes shone in mirth.

“Didnt say its one” he grumbled

“You insinuated it”

“I take it back then”

“Too late.”

He sighed, rubbing his face “This saturday good?” He asked

“Sunday” you said “I'll call out on my other job for it”

“How many jobs do you have?” He said, he sounded slightly concerned but you brushed it off.

“Three, two for week days, one in the morning, another late at night , which is this one at the bar. Oh and my third is playing squeaky chew toy for the mutts in town..” He raised an eyebrow at that.

"Mailman" you clarified

“And I am getting overworked?” He scoffed

“I need the money” you told him “so sunday, what time?”

“Six alright for ya?” You hum in agreement “fancy place, dress nice.”

“I always wear a suit to work” you deadpanned he shrugged.

He finished his drink and placed a hundred bill on the counter.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Thought you said you weren't going to pay.” You said grinning, you still took the money however.

“Just dress nice will ya? Nothing too uptight nor lazy wear.” He said avoiding the subject, he slid a napkin toward you with his non broken hand. Phone number written on if. “Text me.”

“Bold of ya no?” You chuckled taking it as well.

“You're getting paid practically to go out with me, be grateful-” He got up "don't be late. I'll pick ya up.” The door bell chimed once more.

The following days were slow, you had to call off a week in advance for the date-not-date day to be off work. And yet you still haven't texted him, chalked it up to nerves…

Yeah!

Look, It's been while since you went to a date with someone. Usually when people ask for a date they want a quick fuck or you do a background check on them-(you can never to careful okay?)- and they are married with kids.

But checking him?

Nothing.

Even the phone number you were handed didn't have anything suspicious, a civilian named -Simon Riley- with nothing in the background of his parents of siblings. The most you could see is hair color and eye color. His 'job' was just part of a company. Didn't give specifics but you can guess he was a soldier of a kind by the dog tag he wore when you two first met.

You sighed as you scrolled through your sources to find anything remotely interesting or suspicious. Glancing at the corner of your laptops screen read- 1:30 AM.

Wonderful.

You closed the laptop leaning back in the chair, the hinges squeaking in protest as you do. Pulling out your phone and the small piece of napkin with the phone number and staring at it for while biting your tongue before texting him quickly.

'Hey its Wings. Got the day off for Sunday, remember at 6?'

You stared at the text for a few seconds.

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'was sup, its the bartender, restaurant at 6 right?'

Somehow that was even worse in your mind.

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'Helluuu its the bartender guy, the date is at 6 tomorrow night, down town right?'

You click send before even thinking about it anymore. The message delivered rather quickly doing nothing to soothing your nerves.

You quickly turned it off and glanced around your small room to get your mind off things. You got up going to find some chicken to fry or something before you hear a ding ring out from your phone.

Pausing at the doorway you debating of immediately responding or waiting, you didn't want to look desperate or look like an asshole.

walking back to the desk you grabbed the phone,

'Yeah, don't be late. Reservation under my name'

'You know it.'

You looked at the screen bewildered, you quickly typed.

'Do ya know who I am then Simon Riley?'

'Do I?'

'Wouldn't be fair if you knew me and i didn't know you, Orion Moore.'

You honestly didn't know what to expect, then again, its really not hard to find names. You shook your head letting out a small laugh "fuck, what am i getting into?" You groaned before being interrupted by another notification from the phone

'Hope I'm not scaring you away, Orion.'

fucker proceeded to then send a cat emoji grinning

'cat got your tongue?

You grinned

'Names are easy to find Simon.'

'Right. Dress nice, don't be late or your paying the tab.'

"Wow. How gentlemen like."

'Says the one that cusses like a damn sailor,heck not even them, Orion.'

You then sent the hand flipping birdie emoji

'I'm glad the dogs chase you down the streets on the weekends.' -was his reply

'Cya Wings.'

You placed your phone down after sending a quick 'goodbye' text.

You checked the time once more- 1:45 AM

Best to catch some sleep, run errands as soon as you wake and find a suit last minute like always. You stretched going to get underneath your bed sheets, making sure they are neat one above the other.

You liked the warmth and slight weight it gave, left nice. You pulled a pillow between your arms hugging it, slowing down your breathing subconsciously.

Before you knew it, the darkness consumed you vision.

Goodnight Orion.

[dovty-er]

Prologue

"You promise me right, —-?" A childish voice said worried, he was holding Simon's hand so softly.

"I promise!" Simon responded, was that how he really sounded? It felt familiar, safe.

"At the pond noon, you better be there or i will be really mad." He pouts, Simon looked at him in his eyes,.

"Pinky promise —-!" The boy held his pinky out with his other hand. Simon laughed, he wrapped his small pinky around the boys.

"Remember, pinky promise means to never, ever break them" the boy said, feigning seriousness. He never would hate Simon, they both knew it.

Even if he did break that pinky promise.

the nostalgia hit him like a truck and before he could reply he was woken up in cold sweat.

He swallowed heavily and took deep breaths, his hands cradled his own head. His hands were trembling once more, he clenched them into fists. He looked up and around his empty room. His body was still on edge from the dream..

It felt so familiar, he doesn't remember the name or even their eye color of his old friend. Its been so long, he left everything behind. Simon groaned as he got off the bed, grabbing his mouth guard, swiftly walking to the training room.

He immediately started to hit the punishing bag, jab after jab, punch after punch, kick after kick.

He didn't know what time it was, and he honestly didn't care. He needed to forget, forget that day, forget his eyes, forget him.

The erratic hits increased, less power after each strike to the worn down bag.

Forget that damn red string that connected them when they didn't even know the significance of that stupid string.

Lieutenant Ghost NEEDED to forget.

Heyyyyy, so like i havent been posting but this is gonna be a fanfic, short story? Im planning to post it in Ao3, follow it on there instead to get the whole story or like updates. This will revolve around a poem i wrote, i liked it too much to just let it go and be forgotten.

Its not that original but again kinda is because im writing it and not stealing peoples works, dont condone it. Do not feed my writing into AI, i despise it. Thank you.

Love my readers- 🦎Dovty

[dovty-er]

When a writer is so good at writing but they havent posted in so long and you dont even know if they are okay.

Im genuinely going to cry, i want more fluff, their writing style is so good i get lost in it. 😞

[dovty-er]

I hope i get to their level and people yearn for my writing the way i do theirs. Words cant explain the ache i have for their incompleted stories 😭