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"Insane Like Me"
Recom Fike x Human f. Reader
(1K special request from @supernovapsycho2321 )
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Summary: Fike is known as the shortest recom who happens to be hot-headed. When he meets you he realises your attitude and personality match. After you overcome your first tense encounter, you realise you're both growing a soft spot for each other.
WARNINGS: Fluff, little bit of Angst, tension, cursing
Words Count: 2126 (short one-shot)
You often hear people say that to find yourself the perfect person, you need to complete each other. Like two completely different puzzle pieces that just happen to match and finish the whole puzzle.
Well, let me tell you…
That's not always the case.
Fike is one of the shorter recoms and with that height come certain personalities. To tease him and really piss him off, his friends compare him to a Chihuahua. Fike is not similar to a Chihuahua. More like a shrunken Pitbull. Not that those are very tall either.
Pitbulls are strong and can be aggressive but most importantly, they have a soft and sweet side which is often overlooked by people. That is Fike. He is a hotheaded marine like many others but he isn't unsensible.
Often, he likes his challenges to be big. Bigger than him. That can also backfire, but he manages to blame it on someone else if it does.
Then, there is you. You work for the RDA, just like Fike, but in a different branch. And you get irritated very easily because everything seems to be made for giants. We're not talking about Avatars here, I mean people.
You're just very short, but you never say that. You're personality and attitude completely match Fike's energy. It's either a love or a violent mess bound to happen. Whether the love blooms or the chaos erupts entirely depends on the situation you meet each other in.
One wrong move and it's over for both of you. Things will be flying through the air and curse words will be erupting from both your throats.
You don't care that he's a recom, quite frankly it would annoy you even more.
The inevitable meeting isn't the best situation because you've both had a stressful day when you bump into each other in the hallway. However, something that shocks the universe takes place.
Fike is walking through the seemingly endless hallways and his head is clouded with thoughts. Heavy footsteps, reminding others an Avatar was walking by, made employees move out of the way. The ones that didn't would get swished with Fike's tail which seemed to have a mind of its own when he was pissed off.
Since most people moved out of the way, he wasn't counting on that one person not doing the same. As he approached your much smaller self, he didn't bother to stop. Neither did you. So you ended up knocking into each other, causing your paperwork to fall to the ground.
Fike's attention was no longer on his thoughts but back in reality as he stared down at the human whom he had collided with.
I freeze in my tracks after almost having the air knocked from my lungs. My eyes shoot up and I huff an annoyed sigh. Of course, it was a recom. They thought they could do anything they wanted.
He stared down at me while I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. It caused him to raise an eyebrow.
"What?" He asked, not seeming to understand my expression.
"Are you going to apologise?" I ask, not looking away from him.
Nothing could intimidate me after the awful day I've had. If he thinks he can just walk into me like I'm not there then he has one hell of a shitstorm coming his way.
Both his eyebrows raise in surprise and disbelief at my words.
"For what?" He scoffs, barely glancing down at my work. "Makin' you drop some shit?"
I cannot believe him.
"This 'shit' is the reason you're alive again, asshole. Watch your mouth and pick it up." I snap at him.
He seems to be processing my words.
"Nah, don't think so. You're closer to it shortstack."
The pet name made me furious.
"What? You think you're too good to pick up the mess you made?"
"The mess I made? Think you walked into me."
"I was walking on the right side of the hallway. You were in the middle!" I snarl, pointing at the line dividing the floor in half.
He scoffs again, shaking his head.
"That's not a rule"
"Yes, it is! Can you see the line? Yeah? It make sense to you yet?"
My demeaning tone seems to annoy him for a few seconds because he flattens his ears back.
"Listen lady, I don't know what you think you're doin', but-"
"No, you listen to me!" I shout, interrupting him. "I don't care if you're an Avatar! You need to respect others. Now pick up the goddamn papers you hit out of my hands and make it right!" I say, now pointing to the messy stack of papers at my feet.
The people watching around us are beyond entertained at this point.
There are a few minutes of silence where the Avatar just stares at me. I refuse to stand down and frown up at him.
Suddenly, to my surprise, he bends down and starts to neatly pile my papers into a stack before straightening up and handing them to me.
My expression changes from the harsh glare I had before as I slowly take the papers back into my hands.
"Happy?" He asks.
"Yeah. Wasn't so hard was it?" I say, rolling my eyes and starting to walk away.
I notice him turn around after me.
"What's your name? We should do this again sometime!" He called after me. I stop and give him a doubting look before flipping him off and walking away.
Fike lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head before turning away and continuing to walk in his direction.
Anyone who would have known Fike would have been in shock. Normally, situations like those would have quickly turned into fistfights. Even though you're a woman, he would have still been mean. But Fike left that situation feeling a lot better than he was before. Even if you weren't.
After that incident, Fike couldn’t shake you from his mind. He’d never met anyone like you and he couldn’t deny that it didn’t stir something in him. Fike liked that you had an attitude and even despite you being a third of his size, he liked that you talked to him like you weren’t.
The next time you saw each other was coincidentally at lunch. It was nothing but eye contact for a few seconds. Yet, that was enough to have both your hearts racing. He knew he liked you and why but you weren’t sure why you felt drawn to him. You didn’t even know each other's names.
When you left the cafeteria, Fike immediately left his table and friends behind to follow you. He needed to find out where you worked or spent most of your time so that he could meet you again.
It wasn’t easy, sneaking around as a recom but he managed without you noticing.
Since then, he would hurry through his training session and speed up his showers. Often he would skip meals or take them with him, just so that he can pretend to accidentally run into you again.
That way you would often see him in the hallway, walking by whenever you finished your shift. The glances slowly turned into polite smiles which was unusual for both of you.
At one point, Fike was becoming impatient so he waited for everyone to leave your office before he let himself in.
My eyes tear themselves from the documents I was correcting when I hear the door open. To my surprise, I see the recombinant again. The same one I bumped into a few days back. Well actually, he walked into me. It wasn’t my fault, all his.
I stop what I’m doing and watch him. He scans the room before his eyes meet mine. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he turns around to close the door behind him.
“Hey.” he starts talking, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Did you lose something?” I ask, leaning against my desk and dropping my pen.
A soft but raspy chuckle leaves him. It made me want to hear it again.
“No. I didn’t catch your name last time.” he said. It seems as though my attitude made it easier for him to talk and remember why he’s here.
“It says it on the door.”
“I want to hear it from you.”
I roll my eyes. Of course he does.
“Why? This department doesn’t concern you.” I add, not wanting to make it easy for him.
I hear him sigh. “Come on, just give me your name, doll.”
“That doesn’t work on me.” I say. Pet names never do. And the last time he used one it didn’t either.
“Please?” he asks, wondering if perhaps being polite will do it.
I give up with a soft huff. “It’s Y/N.”
The Avatar smiles. “Y/N. Nice name.” he says and I softly scoff, looking back down at my papers.
I hear him take a few steps towards me and soon he is in front of my desk. He reaches for a chair and uncomfortably sits on it. It was made for humans, not Avatars. But it doesn’t seem to bother him.
“Now you can ask for my name.” he says, looking back at me.
“Why would I?” I say, but he can see through my bluff.
“C’mon. I see the way you look at me. No need to hide it, shortie.”
I frown at the pet name but his grin tells me he used it on purpose again, just to annoy me.
“What’s your name then?”
“Fike. Sean Fike.”
“Hm.” I hum with a small nod.
“Nice to meet you.” he teases, extending his hand to me.
“Such a pleasure.” I answer sarcastically, briefly shaking his hand before trying to focus on my work again.
“It will be, just wait and see.” Fike joked, grinning at me. He rested his elbow on my desk and was watching me shuffle through my paper.
I scoff and roll my eyes at his comment. But oddly, his way with words reflects my behaviour. I don’t know whether I like it or whether it makes me uncomfortable.
“Don’t you have places to be?” I ask, glancing up from my sheets. It was difficult to concentrate on work with him around.
“Nah, I’m done for the day.” He smiles at me and I sigh.
“Great.” The words leave my lips in a muffled whisper. I’d have to put up with him now for as long as he liked.
“What are you doing after this?” he asks. I really won’t manage to get any work done…
“Grabbing something to eat and then going to my room.”
I purposefully don’t look at him because I know he thrives in my attention. Making him seem less important amuses me.
“Alone?”
Now I can’t help but look at him. My eyebrow raises at his question.
“Yes, alone.”
“Would you like some company tonight?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief. He seems to suddenly realise how one could misinterpret that question so he quickly tries to save it.
“-not in that way! Unless that’s what you want then that’s great but-”
“Fike.” I warn him, straightening my posture.
“I meant for dinner.” he says, exhaling softly. “Can I take you out?”
My expression softens slightly and I’m no longer irritated by his presence. I can tell he’s being genuine.
“In this shit hole?” I joke for the first time since he’s entered and it makes him smile again.
“Yeah, sorry. Options are limited.” Fike answers. The RDA facility wasn’t very visually attractive. There was little colour and cement was everywhere.
I sigh, hating how I’m growing a weakness for him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be done in an hour.” I reply and his smile extends to his cheeks.
“I don’t mind waitin’.”
“But I actually have to work, we can’t be talking.” I say, trying to stay serious.
He nods understandingly. “Yes ma’am. Can I help?”
His words have my cheeks slowly heating up into a blush and I have to look down to hide it. Dammit, why was the name-calling suddenly pleasing to me?
“Yeah, uh... Can you get that down from there?” I ask and Fike reaches for a box on the high shelf.
For the next hour, Fike manages to stay quiet. Only because of the date we have after, of course. Otherwise, he would be teasing and distracting you. It was exciting for both of you to have finally found someone so similar to yourselves. One could say it would get boring after a while but your personalities were far from boring. And now there were two of them which made things that much better.
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