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saey707 · 6 months

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I SEE YOU HAVE ALREADY SEEN "HEARTSTEEL" I LOVE THEIR INTERACTIONS ON TWITTER AND EVERYTHING (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA) It's cool, just cool :') Well, the point is... could you do a Yone x fangirl!reader? (I've been thinking about an anonymous online friendship and then a BIG surprise when they just meet face to face) Anyway, have a good day <3 -🍄

✿ Prompt: You have a chance encounter with Yone ✿

♡ champion focus: yone ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: YES HELLOOO! ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა Thanks so much for requesting! I tried my best to get the premise of your idea in, but I did make some changes to improve the flow of the short and make it more authentic! Hope you enjoy! ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა ♡

You and Yone met through an online board long before he went off the grid- hell, you met long before Yone even became legendary!

While it wasn't the conventional way to meet someone, you couldn't help but become fascinated by him and all the discussions he participated in. It's not every day you meet a (kind) man so invested in the history of Japanese warriors, DJ'ing, cold brew, and meditating!

You've never met Yone in person, but you figured from his messages alone he was either an old man or a kind soul... Even both. Every email Yone sent you was well punctuated and wise. He always knew exactly what to say, to an extent where you didn't know if he was just researching everything he was telling you or was telling you something based on his life experiences!

The day Yone sent a photo to you was the day you were convinced he was an old man now. It was clear that the photo was printed when he took a picture of it. His long, black hair was neatly kept, and he stood tall and sharp in a suit... Not to mention, there were orbs on the edge of the photo, and his eyes were as red as a demon!

You knew, eventually, your anonymous pen pal would stop replying one day, but it still hurt all the same. For years, you wondered if Yone was okay. You wondered where he was now, what amazing things he was doing. You wondered if one day he would ever email you back again... You wondered if he was dead.

"Hey, Warrior! I know it's been a few years since we last spoke. I know you won't respond, and I don't carry any grudges against you for it. I just can't help but wonder: How have you been? Were you ever able to get that red motorcycle you wanted? Are you still DJ'ing?"

That was the first email in years you sent to him... And you couldn't help but find some comfort in having a one-sided conversation. In a way, it felt like it healed the past few years you were left wondering and waiting.

"Hi, Warrior! You won't believe what happened yesterday: I finally got myself to meditate for 30 minutes straight! I'm still not sure how you can do it for an hour, but maybe someday I can get just as good as you. Hope you respond soon. I miss you!"

It became a regular habit for you to email him, even knowing you would never get a response. But maybe someday he'll be able to see what's going on in your life. Maybe someday, he'll open up his emails and respond to you... It's just wishful thinking.

"Have you seen the new band going viral? They're called Heartsteel! Their producer has the same name as you and even rides a red motorcycle in the music video! Isn't that cool? I know it isn't you, but at the very least I can imagine that it is you. I can imagine it's you out there doing great things with great people. And maybe it makes sense to me now why you won't respond. But just know I'm proud of you. No matter what you're doing out there. I'll email you again in a few days. Bye, Yone."

You sent the email, shutting your laptop now.

Waiting in line for a cold brew, it came as a surprise to you when you saw a man in front of you looking down at his phone, not even realizing that the line had already cut down to his turn to order.

You waited a few seconds... Then another. Then another.

Soon enough, you were annoyed. "Uhh, hey?! It's your turn to order..!" You tapped the man's shoulder, watching as he turned his head to you, confused as he shook himself from the alternate dimension his head was just in.

Your eyes widened as you stared at him for a moment, taking in the intricate details of his face. You recognized the sharp look in his eyes. You were familiar with the shape of his jawline. From the moment you got a good look at him, you knew it was him.

And while it seemed as if he didn't recognize you, the moment you spoke, his eyes lit up. It was you.

"Warrior?"

"Deer..."

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angelsanarchy · 9 months

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 11

"I never said that!" "Yeah well I don't get off on repeat rejection so I'll just go."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

SUNDAY, 12:30AM

The games continued and Y/n continued to drown her sorrows in whatever Lola and Beau were pouring in her solo cup. Clyde kept his eyes on her trying to get her to come back and sit with him but she wouldn't budge. Snow picked up on the vibe and kept trying to make cute comments but the only response she seemed to get was a huff or forced smile.

"Ohhh! Never have I ever made it to third base in the closet." Y/n happened to glance up and watched Clyde put his finger down. Something in her gut caught fire and she let out a loud HA! that startled everyone.

"So you will hook up in the closet, just not with me." Y/n shook her head and Clyde blushed.

"Y/n..." Snow reached out but Y/n was already fighting angry tears. She hated being someone who cried when they got angry. They made her feel weak.

"Wait, you too haven't hooked up yet? How is that possible?" Beau slurred.

"Beats me. I guess I'm just not your friends type or he just finds me absolutely hideous." Y/n started getting up but got the spins.

"Can you just wait?" Clyde reached out but she pulled away.

"I got the message Clyde. Loud and clear. You guys have been great but I think it's time I head out." The group groaned and kept trying to get her to stay but she ran out of the apartment, heading back to Clyde's. Luckily he left the door unlocked so she could gather her few things. She heard the door open and shut not too long after she had pushed it shut.

"Hey! Please stop okay?" Clyde put his hands up trying to stay out of Y/n's way as she aggressively tossed her things into her bag.

"You could have told me you didn't like me Clyde. We could have been great friends but you let me throw myself out you like an idiot and now I've humiliated myself in front of your friends." Y/n shouted, watching Clyde reach for his aid like he was adjusting it or turning the volume down. She made a note to lower her voice.

"Please just stop and talk to me okay? I know you're upset and that its my fault but you can't just take off. You've had too much to drink-" Clyde tried to calm the situation but Y/n shook her head.

"I'm not wasted Clyde. I can Uber to a hotel and you can enjoy the rest of your weekend." Y/n put the strap of her bag on her shoulder but Clyde moved in front of the door.

"So you think because I'm not taking advantage of you that I'm not interested in you?" Clyde asked wanting more clarification.

"Honestly I don't know what you want. I have made multiple advances on you and you've turned me down every time." Clyde frowned.

"I mean...you saw me naked for Christ sake..." Y/n looked down at her feet and Clyde stepped towards her.

"Y/n..." Clyde reached out to take her hand.

"You've clearly brought others back and thought they were hot enough to fuck in a closet so..." Y/n wanted to take comfort in Clyde squeezing her hand but she didn't.

"I never said that." Clyde defended.

"Yeah well I don't get off on repeat rejection so I'll just go." Y/n pulled her hand from Clyde's to walk past him but the moment she had her back to him, he spun her around, slamming her back against the door but putting his hand up quickly so her head would hit his hand and not the door.

Now Y/n was surprised. This was the most aggressive Clyde had been since they started hanging out.

"You think I just bring girls back like this? Like you're just some random groupie I happened to pick up at one of the shows to bring back and fuck?" Clyde's tone was strong. He wanted Y/n to understand him.

"I don't know Clyde. I don't know anything about you. We've slept in the same bed, spent the entire day together, I let you know where I live, I let you see me naked! I'm acting like some crazy obsessed fangirl and that's not who I am!" Clyde watched Y/n getting upset and felt awful.

"I like you. I like spending time with you and making you laugh. I've barely spent two days with you and it's been some of the most fun I've had in a long time and I'm ruining everything." Y/n covered her face in embarrassment and Clyde pulled at her hands.

"You aren't ruining anything. Please don't cry." Clyde pleaded.

"No I am ruining everything. I get drunk and become this jealous, blubbering idiot as if I have some sort of stake on you and you haven't even tried to kiss-" Clyde cut her off, lips on hers, free hand resting gently on her throat. Y/n wasn't expecting it in the slightest so when his tongue dipped between her lips, she moaned. He tasted like rum and cigarettes and kissed like he was trying to pull oxygen directly from your lungs. When Clyde pulled away, he briefly rested his forehead against hers, opening his eyes to see hers were still closed.

"I don't bring girls like you home. You aren't some groupie hanging around the band, settling to fuck around with the guy who drives them around. You're you and that is...so much more." Clyde swallowed the lump in his throat and Y/n opened her eyes.

"Clyde..." Y/n wanted to respond but suddenly pushed Clyde away from her, throwing up mere inches from his shoes. That was not what Clyde was expecting either but he immediately started to help her.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Y/n kept repeating mortified. Clyde helped her to the bathroom where she collapsed in front of the toilet, continuing to wretch. Clyde pulled her hair back and used one of his wrist ties to keep her hair from falling into the puke. He held a washcloth under the faucet and held it to the back of her neck while he rubbed her back.

"Y/n? Clyde?" Snow called out.

"Is that vomit?" Lola gagged and ran back out of the room.

"Snow! Give me a hand." Clyde called out, hearing Snow practically sliding across the floor. She stopped at the door and saw the state of Y/n and frowned.

"Aw babe." Snow felt awful for her.

"I've got her, go." She tried to politely rush Clyde out but he didn't want to leave her.

"Trust me, no girl wants the person she's into seeing her like this. I promise I've got her. Just make sure she'll have someplace clear of puke to sleep." Snow put her hand on Clyde's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze before shutting the door in his face.

#electrick children #Clyde #Clyde x Y/n #One Shot Series #One Long Weekend #Culkin Cult #Rory Culkin #One Long Weekend Series #11/18

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nomoreusername · 4 months

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Caption Gally (Part 4)

Summary:As Gally and your rivalry continues he does something that changes it.

Pairing:Gally x female reader

"You and Gally, huh?"Minho asked as we stopped for lunch. I merely shrugged as I took a much needed sip of water.

"You're welcome. It's all thanks to me,"He sighed, seeming happy with himself.

"You didn't really do anything. You just didn't know how to keep your mouth shut,"I pointed out.

"So you would have realized that you're hopelessly in love with him if I hadn't gotten involved?"He questioned.

"I am not in love with him. Give me a chance to breathe before you bring up that,"I instructed.

"No. I planned for too long for you guys not just say the obvious."

"Planned? What do you mean planned?"I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. He got an 'I just shucked up' look on his face. "What do you mean planned?"I repeated.

"Oh look at that.We should get back to running,"He suggested.

"No. We still have five minutes so tell me,"I repeated. He kept his eyes on me as he cautiously stood up.

"Okay. So I'm the one who convinced Gally to admit he likes you, and I knew you'd talk about him so I just took the opportunity,"He explained, still looking ready to sprint.

"Is it too late to lie?"He asked.

"I'm giving you a five second head start,"I offered.

"Before what?"He asked. All I did was hold down my first finger which was enough for him to start running.

He's an idiot sometimes. He really thinks I hate the fact that I got a chance with Gally? If anything it's the exact opposite, but we're not going to talk about that right now. We're just going to be glad that it happened. Even if Minho did plan it out like an obsessive fangirl.

♡ - - - ♡

As I returned from my run sweaty and out of breath I was surprised to see Gally waiting by the walls. I gave him a halfhearted grin as I wiped my forehead as best I could.

"Looking for someone Captain?"I asked him.

"Just an irritating Runner. Always sarcastic and knows how get on my nerves. Do you know her?"He played along.

"No, but she sounds familiar. If you throw funny in that list I might,"I shrugged.

"I'd rather not. She has a big ego,"He explained. "To be real I was waiting for you to come back because I missed you,"He confessed.

"I missed you too, dumb shank."

"Y/N! We need to get mapping!"Minho called.

"There's my cue. I'll see you at dinner if you save me a seat,"I promised.

"Yeah. That sounds good."

Yeah. It really did.

#gally tmr #gally maze runner #gally x y/n #gally x reader #tmr gally #one shot #the maze runner #gally #fluff #part 4/4 #mini series

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snippy-tano · 1 year

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I just finished watching the Blue Shadow Virus duology and all I could think of was Kix being Very Upset And Concerned when the love of his life was caught in the bunker and almost died/now needs to be nursed back to health…could that possibly be a fic, with lots of soft and worried Kix? (Take this any direction you want and take your time…I’ve been stalking your blog for a couple years and you’re amazing! I’ve read and reread so many of your fics 💕)

okay so i was a lot closer to finishing this one than i thought lol. i hope you like it @social-mockingbird and it was what you were looking for!! thank you for stalking my blog for so long and i hope to see you in my asks again real soon (hint hint)!! hope y'all like this one! honestly i feel like i'm on a roll so maybe i'll try to write something else tonight. i'm just in a fluffy mood i guess. what can ya do? anyway, enjoy!! let me know what you think!! :)

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Close Calls

In the end, things had worked out.

The situation was definitely shaky in the middle, but between the troops, Senator Amidala, and Commander Tano, you were able to get everything under control. If you asked Kix however, you would think the world had ended. He had been by your side the moment you were pulled out of that bunker, datapad in hand, spitting out questions about your symptoms, asking about how you were feeling, and already talking about your treatment plan.

At the time, you were too tired to fight him, raising a hand to pat him on the arm before you fell back unconscious. You were satisfied the moment you met his eyes, knowing he was okay and you were again in safe hands. It was enough for you to drift back off immediately. Which after the day you had, was welcomed.

You regained consciousness in the medbay, which had been repurposed to compensate for the large number of people who needed treatment. You could see Commander Tano a few beds down, already whining to Captain Rex (who was in the bed next to her) about being stuck in bed. Leave it to her to already be complaining about their confinement in the medbay.

“Next time, try not to get infected with a deadly disease.”

You chuckled lightly, turning your head to see Kix stroll up, datapad in hand.

“I’ll try not to.” You let out a light cough, eyes squeezing shut. You opened them again to see Kix staring down at you. He let out a sigh, glancing around him. After seeing no one was paying the two of you any attention, he sat down on the edge, very carefully taking your hand in his. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I know you didn’t mean to. But don’t do it again. Doctor’s orders.” Kix said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

“Sir, yes sir.” You smiled, raising your other hand in a weak salute. Kix laughed lightly before lifting your hand and gently kissing the back of it. His thumb rubbed a few paths against the back and you smiled up at him.

It had been scary, not knowing if you would last long enough to get out or even if you were going to escape. You didn’t want anyone else to catch this or for this disease to go back into the galaxy, but you were terrified of losing Kix. Now that you were safe and he was here with you, things seemed like they were finally better.

“Now, how are you feeling? Do you feel sweaty? Bloated?” Kix asked as he stood up, picking up his datapad.

Nevermind. You hated him.

You groaned. “Kriff Kix, do you really need to know that? It’s hardly romantic.”

“I’m your medic. So yes.”

You huffed, crinkling your nose. “Fine. A bit yes.”

Kix continued on, going through question after question. You always answered them honestly, knowing he was just doing his job, but you did enjoy throwing in some jokes here and there. It keeps him on his toes. If he was going to hover, you were going to make it a little hard for him to focus, sue you.

This routine continued for the next few rotations.

Kix would come by any chance he had, he’d sit by your side, give you updates on the rest of the men, and always hold your hand. These moments were fleeting, as he was exceptionally busy, but you cherished every second you got with him.

As you continued to take medication and were continuously monitored, you started to get your strength back. The sunken, ashen color that had taken over your skin slowly faded, as did the exhaustion. Every day you felt stronger.

By the time you were cleared by the medical staff, you felt strong enough to go right back to work.

Of course, the medical staff also advised that you needed at least a few rotations before going back to work, but there was some work you could get done from your bunk. Kix must have sensed your plan, because he decided it was a good idea to escort you back to your bunk. You tried to get him to leave once you arrived, but it was at that moment he revealed that he had the next two rotations off and would not be leaving your side.

So much for work.

You were in the refresher, taking a well deserved shower for the first time since waking up in the medbay when you heard a knock on the door.

“Yeah?” You yelled over the running water.

“Are you okay? Not lightheaded?” Kix shouted back. You let you a sigh and continued washing your hair.

“I’m fine Kix! I’ll let you know if I’m not!”

He said something else, but you didn’t catch it. Instead you finished washing your hair and quickly stepped out. You threw on the comfiest clothes you had and tidied up the refresher before stepping out.

Kix was there the moment you stepped into your bunk, hand at your elbow.

“Kix for kriff’s sake I’m fine. I’m feeling much better than before and I’m capable of walking on my own.” You whined.

The medic hesitated, head dropping. You stopped, hand coming up to rest over his.

“You really had me worried. I thought you weren’t coming back.” He said softly and your annoyance deflated in an instant. You sighed.

“Alright. I understand. I’m sorry for being pushy, it’s just good to be out of the medbay and I am feeling better. But I’d love for you to stay if you want.” You said, giving his hand a squeeze. Kix took a stuttering breath and looked up at you, nodding once.

“If you’ll have me.”

You smiled. “I’d love for you to stay. Now go wash up. There’s some spare blacks in the bathroom.”

Kix returned the smile, giving your arm a squeeze and pressing his lips to your forehead before heading into the small refresher.

You looked after him for a moment before finishing your nightly routine. By the time Kix finished in the ‘fresher, you were curled up in your bunk, fighting off sleep. He chuckled lightly, setting down his own clothes and turning off the light.

“I guess I was more tired than I thought.” You hummed as Kix crawled into your small bunk. You shivered at the air entering your warmth, but it was quickly replaced by Kix’s warm arm pulling you back against him.

“It’s a good thing I was here then.” He breathed against your ear. You elbowed him lightly in the stomach and tried to ignore his soft laughter by burying your face further into your pillow. He pressed another kiss to the side of your head. “Good night.”

“Night.” You breathed in response. “Love you.” Kix held on a little bit tighter, breathing against your skin. “Love you too.”

You drifted to sleep, warmer than you had been a while, sure that the future was bright as long as Kix stayed by your side.

#ahhhhh #this could have been longer but it was just too sweet i had to cut it off before i died fr an overdose of cuteness #hope you like it!#asks #askBri #kix x reader #medic kix x reader #the clone wars #sw #tcw #clone x reader

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insomniac-astronomer · 2 years

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Kamala Khan x Reader: Fairs & Fireworks

I love the age range of the characters I write for. Also Kamala is the best Marvel character because of how realistic she is. I love her so much.

Note on this: happy 4th of July to my Americans out there. Yes, our country is not great. But I have always loved fireworks and that won't ruin the beauty of this holiday for me (literally just celebrating the fireworks). There will not be talk of the country in this at all, totally just a child-like fascination with fairs and fireworks.

Description: Reader and Kamala enjoying a 4th of July festival and watching fireworks :) (also they live not in a city, so its kinda AU just for the technicality)

Pronouns: neutral! None used!

WARNINGS: unrestrained Marvel fangirling, first date nerves

*not my gif*

You nervously tap the wheel of your car. Kamala texted you two minutes ago that she would be out in one minute. And this is technically going to be a date.

Finally, you see the front door open and a little sigh of relief when you know she's not ditching you.

When she's close enough to the car, you can see her adorable smile that makes you melt inside.

Kamala jumps into the car, absolutely beaming. "Hi!"

"Hey!" Your voice is a lot steadier than you expected it to be. The way she doesn't seem anxious at all is unnerving. How many dates has she been on before?

Before you let your mind stray too far away, you start the car and drive. For the entire ride, Kamala plays DJ and you stay intently focused on the road trying to stop your hands from shaking too much.

Although, you driving scared is still better than Kamala driving at all. Which is why you offered.

About a half an hour later, you arrive at the 4th of July fair. A few stressful minutes and you find a parking spot.

Kamala is already out of the car before you even unbuckle your seat belt. She is glowing with excitement, which makes you smile to yourself.

You turn the car off and swing your Captain America loungefly over your shoulder. Kamala is suddenly standing in front of you, making you jump slightly.

"Let's go!" She takes your hand (which you're totally not freaking out about) and leads you toward the entrance.

When you reach the ticket booth, Kamala takes care of the transaction and hands you a bright pink entrance band.

"Okay, what are we going to do?" You finally speak. "Are you hungry?"

"No! Let's go ride some rides first!" She takes your hand again and is making a beeline for a funhouse.

There is a maze of glass first and Kamala is so thrilled that she walks right into a wall. Both of you break down laughing. The scary attraction worker glares at the two of you, which makes you only laugh harder.

"Okay, okay," you wheeze. "Take two, I'm leading."

Next you pause at the mirrors, taking snapchats of your reflections. By the time you move on to the ladder-thing, you're both cry-laughing.

Kamala goes first on the ladder.

"If you fall and take me out, I'm not buying your dinner." You threaten.

"Don't worry, I won't!" She laughs.

"I mean, you did run into a glass wall so I wouldn't put it past-"

"Shut up!" She stands up proudly on the second level. "See. I did it."

She makes you go down the slide first leading to another series of threats if she doesn't wait till you're at the bottom.

💫

Kamala, three rides later, declares it time to eat.

"Okay, what do you want?" You ask her.

She shrugs. "What are you gonna get?"

"I don't know."

"Well that's not helpful." She laughs.

"Ooo look," you see the tent behind her, "corn on the cob!"

"Weirdo," she pushes your arm.

"No, trust me, it's amazing." You defend yourself.

"It better be. If it's not, I'm not driving you ever when I get my license." She starts to walk away from you.

"Good, probably best for my own safety." You retort.

She turns around with a joking surprised expression. "Oh so that's how it's gonna be."

You nod firmly.

"Okay, I'll make you take me home before the fireworks start."

Now it's your turn to be "offended".

💫

You pull your Avengers blanket from your bag and set it out on the ground.

"Aw, sweet blanket!" Kamala exclaims, making you laugh.

"Thanks."

You both try to settle comfortably next to each other without making it awkward. Not two seconds later, the first firework lights up the sky.

You hear Kamala sigh in wonderment. You finally feel yourself relax and you let your attention be fully taken by the lights.

That is, until a few minutes later when Kamala tilts her head so it's touching your shoulder. Instead of feeling anxious, a gentle smile forms on your face. Then, you feel her hand touch your's.

Feeling brave, you take it. She cuddles closer to you. Your smile grows wider. You finally feel the pure happiness Kamala has been exhibiting all day.

💫

All too soon, you're both standing up and folding the blanket.

"Do we have to leave?" Kamala whines.

"Uh, I never said we did." You smile at her.

"Really? You wanna stay longer?" She looks like a five-year-old.

"Heck yeah," you start walking back toward all of the rides. She quickly comes up next to you and wraps herself around your arm.

You smile again.

"Can I play a game?" She stops suddenly, looking at the dart balloon game.

"Yeah," you are already being pulled in that direction.

"I'm gonna win you something!" Kamala says confidently. You feel yourself blushing just a little bit.

"Good thing it says winner every time," you mutter into her ear.

"Stop!" She nearly impales your arm with a dart. "You're going to make me miss."

Then, she is entirely focused. You watch the way her face relaxes as she prepares. Little whisps of hair that feel out of her bun frame her eyes, making her look nothing short of a goddess.

"I did it!" She shouts, turning to look at you. "You should really have more confidence in me."

"Note taken," you give in with a smile.

"What prize do you want young lady?" The vendor asks her.

"Um," she very seriously considers her options slowly. "That little starfish."

He hands her a small bright orange starfish-shaped stuffed animal.

She turns to you. "Here, his name is George."

You take it and hug it to your chest. "I love George very much, thank you."

Kamala gives you a huge smile. "Okay, last ride. We have to do the ferris wheel."

You scrunch your face up. "But it's so sketchy-looking! It's literally wobbling, look!"

"Ugh, relax." She takes your hand and starts leading you to the totally very secure giant metal structure. "Or I'm keeping George."

"No!" You hold him protectively.

Since the fair is about to close, there is barely anyone in line. You let Kamala enter the car first, setting George in between the both of you.

Again, you end up watching her. She is all smiles while the wheel takes you the whole way up to the top.

"Wow, look at all the little people!" She laughs.

You are still entirely entranced by her. And this is when she notices. She makes eye contact and you look away, feeling a blush form on your cheeks again.

Then, before you know what's happening, she leans in and gives you the world's quickest kiss.

You blink and your brain crashes for just a moment before you start leaning in for real this time. She meets you halfway, right over George, and you both share a slightly hesitant first kiss.

But when you pull away, you are both beaming.

💫

You pull up in front of her house, turning the blaring radio off. Kamala turns and smiles at you.

"Thanks for taking me out, I had a lot of fun." She says.

"Yeah, me too."

She leans in and you both share another kiss.

"Okay, bye. I'll text you." And she is out of the car.

Still feeling giddy, you start your return home.

Thx for reading, no stealing.

Buy me a coffee?

And I would like to say something to Iman Vellani if she ever sees this by any chance. So just ignore the rest of this, thanks. Okay. You are literally living my whole dream. I make short student films, too, and I am exactly where you were. I would give just about anything to have a conversation with you about how you did it. I really admire you. Okay, thanks.

#marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #kamala khan #kamala khan x reader #ms marvel #ms marvel show #ms marvel tv #ms marvel 2022 #ms marvel x reader #iman vellani #kamala khan x y/n #ms marvel x y/n

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ultimate-distaster-material · 2 years

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-Saiou Oneshot- Despair Disease

!TW! Mentions Death Lots of Swearing Mentions Some Not Kid Friendly Stuffs

KOKICHI POV

"Ding dong bing bong whatever HURRY UP AND GET TO THE GYM OR ELSE I HAVE A NEW MOTIVE!"

I sighed and lifted the covers off myself, reluctantly changing out of my sleepwear and putting on my tight, uncomfortable uniform and adjusting my iconic scarf. As I exited my dorm, I watched Chabashira and Yumeno walking down the hall, hands tied together, and fingers tangled in each other's. As quiet as a mouse, I creeped behind the couple, eventually getting bored of hearing Chabashira fangirl over the mage, taking a huge leap. I landed on Yumeno and we both fell onto the floor. I didn't mean to knock her over, oopsie daisies! ~

"Stupid degenerate! Are you okay my beautiful Himiko? Do you need me to give you some water?"

The magician just lazily stood back up and turned to me, ignoring Tenko. I knew for sure I was going to experience some of Chabashira's neo aikido...

"Of course, it's you, Ouma! You better stop causing trouble, or I'll haunt you with my magic!"

Letting out a laugh, I leaned in close to the smaller girl's face, watching her blush at how close we were. I placed one of my creepy smiles onto my face, bringing a curious finger to my lips.

"No need to be so rude, Himi-Chan! Isn't haunting what witches do? I can't believe it," My hand raised to my forehead, and I formed a dramatic expression of fake betrayal. "you lied to us! Another ultimate lying about their talent! How could you?!"

Crocodile tears suddenly started flowing, and Chabashira just tightly grabbed the magician's hand.

"Quick Himiko! Ignore that stupid degenerate male, and let's get to the gym before that build-a-bear executes us!"

The pair ran off together, or in more accurate words, Tenko dragged a sluggish Himiko with her, swinging the gym doors open as I followed behind, so bored that I might go insane.

"Everyone's here, right? So, we can get on with it! I can't wait to see this exciting new motive! ~"

"Shut it, pissbaby! Did you even notice that your 'boyfriend' is fucking missing?! Stupid lying abortion!"

I rolled my eyes, picking at my nails and showing no interest.

"Shut it, nasty pig! You should be bowing in front of me right now, begging for forgiveness from your supreme leader! Too bad you're such a whore... You wouldn't be allowed within 900 steps of the supreme leader's lair!"

"Oh shut your fucking mouth, you're such a lying little shit! Go fucking play with yourself!"

Ignoring her, I searched around the room for my beloved. He was... Nowhere. I didn't see any emo with black clothes and a stupid black cap, with those beautiful olive eyes and attractive long eyelashes. His perfect smile and those freckles you could see if you looked hard enough...

"Hey, Ouma! What's with the blush? You thinking about sucking some dick when we go back, aren't ya?! You're so fucking gay!"

"I'm actually bisexual, but I guess a dirty bitchlet like you wouldn't know that. Also, you can't shame me for being gay when you're literally a hardcore lesbian for Akamatsu-Chan!"

The pair of girls blushed, Kaede deciding to defend her crush.

"Ouma-Kun, how about we calm down! It doesn't matter about how lesbian is, or how gay you are! We should be worried, Saihara-Kun is- "

Kaede's speech was rudely cut off by a certain detective stumbling through the door, his face pale and he was sweating a lot. A lot of whispers, including mine were heard around the room, discussing how ill the detective looked.

"Haha, look at this guy! He was probably jerking it in the bathrooms thinking about this gorgeous girl genius and her golden brain, weren't you Pooichi!"

"Can't you just shut your slutty mouth for one fucking second? I'll never think dirty things about someone as pathetic as you, bitch."

Everyone stared in shocked silence. Since when was Saihara-Chan such a badass?! If I knew this, I would've fucked him way sooner...

"Sidekick? Are you alright? That fucking liar didn't brainwash you or something, did he? I'll beat some sense into him if he did!"

"Oh, shut up Momota. You're so loud! I didn't do shit!"

"He's right, stop accusing my beloved Koki of such ridiculous things! And honestly, how can you even call me your sidekick? I solve all these murders and carry you all, and you just sit there counting fucking stars while me and Kimchi do all the work! If anything, you should be my sidekick!"

There was silence once again. Nobody knew what to say in this situation, the normally shy detective was going full badass mode and roasting everyone after all! However, all that stuck in my mind were the words 'beloved Koki' and 'Kimchi'. He likes me back after all! I can't believe it!

"Aww, Shumai is soooo cute! Calling me his beloved in front of everyone and giving me such adorable nicknames! It should be a crime to be that cute!"

"That's such a shame... I guess you'll be going to jail then!"

My whole body froze. Was Shumai flirting with me? Best day ever! I was about to fall into a gay panic!

"Can you two virgins shut the fuck up!? I've been sitting here for 10 minutes watching this lovey dovey romance! This isn't a dating show, it's a KILLING GAME!"

"Sorry Monokuma, please proceed with the motive you were going to present."

Kirumi was always so formal when she spoke. I think on the inside she was just done with all our bullshit. Being the ultimate maid must be so boring and hard...

"Yes Monokuma, please explain. Is it to do with my twin acting so odd?"

Tsumugi huh? She never spoke up to Monokuma much. I knew Saihara-Chan was her brother, but not her twin!

"Ok little fuckers, listen up! I'm only going to say this once! Me and my adorable little children decided to reintroduce a fan favourite motive... And applied it to the fan favourite! You're little detective has been infected with..."

Awkward silence washed over the gym, none of us speaking a word and waiting for Monokuma to say something about the motive.

"Dammit children! You were supposed to do a drum roll! You're lucky you guys are so cute, otherwise I would've ripped you all to shreds!"

"SORRY-FATHER. WE-WILL-DO-BETTER-NEXT-TIME."

"Oh shut it Monodam! You're fucking useless! Just do the fucking drum roll already!"

The continuous tapping of metal against the stage filled the room, the drum roll intriguing everyone as Monokuma smirked.

"The reintroduction of the DESPAIR DISEASE MOTIVE!"

My mouth opened, however no sounds escaped. What was I supposed to say..? Looking around, I could see everyone was the same, except for a certain victim.

"Monokuma, you're really interesting and all, but can I go back to bed already? My head hurts like a bitch and I honestly don't give two shits about whatever you're saying."

"Damn, I really should've given you a different disease. That's no way to talk to your precious headmaster."

Shuichi rolled his eyes in annoyance, everyone watching the scene. Nobody had adjusted to the detective's new personality yet, the normally shy boy acting so aggressively. To be honest, nobody even knew how to respond to whatever Shuichi spits out now.

"Do I look like I care? I don't care if I was given some shitty personality heightening disease, just let me go back to bed already!"

"Personality... heightening...? What is that supposed to mean...?"

Everyone was intrigued and listened closely. We had to take care of our beloved Shuichi after all! I unconsciously started tapping my foot against the ground, earning a whisper-yelled 'Stop doing that, it's too loud. God you're so annoying...' from Maki.

"Well, my beloved students with no brains, it means that whatever emotion Shuichi feels at the current moment gets increased. So, if he gets even the tiniest bit sad, he will fall into a depressive state! If he is a little happy, he will get excited to the point of running around in circles for a whole ten minutes!"

Putting a thoughtful finger to my chin, I observed Shuichi's current behaviour, piecing an answer together with Monokuma's rather helpful information. However, a certain tennis pro beat me to it.

"So that means he is angry at the moment? I wonder why that would be..."

I was wondering the same thing. What I didn't notice was that my foot started making those up and down motions again, and Maki slapped me on the back of the head. Angie just walked up behind the 'child caregiver' and muttered something about Atua watching her while she slept. Creepy... I have to live with these people for the rest of my life!

"Maybe it is because he was dragged out of bed? He seemed annoyed with that earlier, so that is probable. Kehehehe... Anger is such a beautiful emotion..."

"Shut it, kinky freak! Stop being weird!"

"Gonta thinks Miu should stop being mean! Miu need to speak less vulgar, too!"

Gonta placed his hand on Miu's shoulder to continue talking to her about how to be a gentleman.

"Guys, one of our classmates is in a dangerous condition! Let's focus on him, okay? So Shuichi, Iruma-San installed a function on me which lets me read people better. According to my calculations, you're fuming with anger and about to lash out at everyone, do you need my assistance to calm down...?"

Shuichi didn't respond, his only response being a huff and folding his arms over each other in annoyance. The sick teen just desired to go back to the comfort of his bed...

"Oh and once more thing you little shits! It's contagious, so good luck taking care of him! Everyone get's a different disease!"

With that, the build-a-bear looking psychopath left the stage, his 'children' following him close like a little of lost and clingy puppies.

"Nishishi! Silly Kiibo, of course you wouldn't of known diseases were contagious! I'm surprised a lawn mower even knew what a disease was!"

"Ouma-Kun, that is robophobic! I promise you, I know an amazing amount about human's and their behaviours! I will see you in court!"

"Can you fucking cut it out already! My head is hurting so bad, you need to stop yelling or I'll fucking kill all of you on the spot!"

Saihara suddenly pulled out one of the kitchen knives, glaring at all of us. I could tell even Miss Murder Girl was even a bit intimidated. Amami, somehow calm in this situation, slowly approached Saihara and gently grabbed his wrist, and carefully pulled the knife from its position between the detective's fingers. Everyone cautiously approached the detective before flooding him in a wave of questions, getting up in his face and confronting him about the illness. The only ones choosing to stay out of the way were Tenko, Ryoma, Amami, Maki and Kiibo. Me too of course!

"Everyone, must you crowd him? He has mentioned that all the talking hurts his head, and must you forget that this illness is contagious?"

Hearing Kirumi's words, everyone took a good 20 steps back, already panicking about catching the disease. Idiots. However, one arrogant astronaut stayed.

"Hey degenerate, get away from the walking sickness! I don't care about your health since you're a male, but if you infect any of the girls there will be a class trial! Come on Himiko, let's go!"

And just like that, the two lesbians hurried off through the door, Tenko ranted random nonsense about males to the mage who just nodded in response, not even listening, and almost falling asleep as she sprinted to keep up with the other strong woman.

"I'm not leaving," Kaito's voice boomed proudly. "I'm staying by my sidekick's side every step off the way! We'll fight this off together, right sidekick?"

"Once again, I'm not your sidekick, just let me go to the dorms already..."

"I'll take you there sideki- I mean Shuichi!"

Kirumi cleared her throat, addressing the problem. Half of the other ultimate students had left out of boredom, and the gym was rather empty now.

"Momota-San, I do understand your passion to take care of others, however, I am concerned. Saihara-San could easily infect you. Not to force anyone or point fingers, but I think Kiibo should do it. I do not mean to be robophobic to you Kiibo-San, but am I correct to assume that since you're a robot you cannot get infected with sicknesses?"

Kiibo nodded formally, understanding what she was going to say next and giving her a thumbs up.

"Do not worry Tojo-San, I will work as hard as I can to restore Shuichi back to full health and make sure everyone remains safe!"

With that said, everyone dispersed, going separate ways to do whatever they planned to do. Kiibo took my beloved back to the dorm, and I never heard from anyone again after that.

-POV CHANGE -> SHUICHI POV-

"Kiibo, can you carry me any faster?! I'm sweating my ass off and my whole body is aching!"

The robot's steps faltered as he struggled to carry my body, which was surprisingly heavy. Carrying a heavy, sick teen who keeps squirming in your grip up a flight of stairs was an insanely hard task. Part of me sensed guilt for making Kiibo go through all this struggling, however the main part of my brain didn't care. I just continued spitting out annoyed complaints about Kiibo's strength and how slow he was.

"Hey, useless vacuum, are we there yet?! I'm sleepy..."

I could hear Kiibo's artificial breath of relief as we came to an abrupt halt. What was happening...? My mind eventually fogged with too much weariness, and it became impossible to make out anything in this mindset. So, my brain decided to spare Kiibo a lot of trouble and shut down. And with that, I was washed into a deep sleep, no sickness here to bother me. Just, peace, calmness, and silence.

I spotted a purple haired boy in the middle of a flower field. His hair flowed with the wind and his eyes glistened in the sunlight. Taking a seat next to the petite male, his hand caressed mine. We talked about whatever came to mind, eventually getting closer and closer until we were only an inch apart.

"I've always wanted to feel those lips, Saihara-Chan..."

I blushed as I sensed his soft, smooth pink lips connect with mine. My senses were filled with the complicated emotion of love, feeling the smaller boy climb into my lap too deepen the kissing sensation. I wanted more. I wanted him. No, I needed him. My fingers shakily reached towards an orange button on his shirt, caressing the button before beginning to undo it. That's when I heard it. A noise that resembled the sound of bones crushing and blood spewing everywhere. I pulled away in shock, my eyes widening when I was met with the horrifying sight before me. The little leader had neon liquid trickling down his face from his forehead, and he was crying.

"Saihara-Chan, I don't want to leave!"

I opened my mouth, but nothing except a choked noise came out. He was gripping on my sleeves for dear life when I spotted his body slowly becoming transparent. I loved him. Why was this happening...? All I could do was sit there, drowning in a hole of despair as I painfully watched my crush wilting away like a decomposing flower, my eyes glued to the disturbing scene until there was nothing left to see. Wiping an ocean of tears away from my eyes, I observed my surroundings. I was seated in a field of flowers, like I was before. However, the flowers were all hunched over, devoid of any colour and awaiting their death.

Sweat stained my forehead as I sat helplessly in bed, gasping for air. My lungs felt as if they were closing in on themselves, and my head was spinning with the scenes of Kokichi begging for my help as he gradually faded. I hopped out of bed, gritting my teeth at the pain in my legs and the feeling of my knees collapsing as I collided with the floor, a loud bang erupting and echoing through my dorm room. I glanced at the robot, who was in sleep mode. Creeping towards him on my stomach, I snatched the dorm keys from him and resumed crawling to the door, eventually slotting the key through the hole and the door opening. I crawled outside, down the stairs, and all the way to Oma's dorm. I knew what I had to do.

I pound at his door, gathering strength to finally stand as I attempt to punch the door down, blood staining my knuckles as I tried persistently. I need to see him. My assault to the door cut off when it opened.

"Who the fuck is distu- SHUMAI??? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DOOR? IS YOUR HAND ALRIGHT?"

I knocked the breath out of him when I tumbled into his small frame, pinning him down onto the cold floor and delivering harsh kisses to his lips.

"Woah, woah! Shumai! Calm down, are you feeling horny or something? Sorry but it's 2am and I'm too tired to fuck!"

"Kimchi I-"

Cut off by my body going back to kissing the little liar, he tried to push me off, and my lips eventually left his as I struggled to breathe.

"Shumai, you have a fever! Go back to bed with the refrigerator!"

"K-K-Kokichi- I can't! I have to stay with you! The only way to make you stay by my side is to spread the disease to you! That way you will never leave! Please, please! I want you to do it with me!"

His expression got fearful, before he let out a sigh and grabbed my hands.

"Let's go back to the keyboard in your dorm, okay? He can take care of you."

"Kokichi no! Please! I need you! I can't live without you, please I-"

"Shuichi fucking Saihara, look at me. You are sick with a dangerous fever. I don't want to increase my chances of getting sick too, and it's fucking 2am. Not to mention, you aren't in your right mind to consent. My poor Shumai probably felt the tiniest bit sexual and couldn't control it, hm? Now come on, let me guide you to Kiiboy."

I gave up on trying to fight just letting Kokichi direct me back to Kiibo before he powered on the robot. I could see his eyes blink before exiting sleep mode, confused at the situation.

"Sorry not sorry, but I am here to interrupt your beauty sleep Toaster. Shumai here came to me begging for sexual gratification. I'm going to quarantine back in my dorm in case I have the disease, just tie him up or something, since he'll probably come crawling back to me again."

"Oh, I am sorry Kokichi. It probably wasn't wise to sleep with an out of control, sick person in the dorm."

Kokichi muttered a small, rather rare, reassurance to the robot before stepping away to return back to his dorm.

"Kokichi please wait! You have to stay! Please! I don't want you to leave again! Why don't you want to stay here with me! Is it because I didn't save you? I'm sorry!"

The two looked at me like I was mental. I probably was.

"Whatcha mean by that? Didn't save me? Leave again? Did you have a bad dream Shumai?"

I nodded when Kiibo thought of an idea. I didn't want Kokichi to leave, and Kokichi didn't want to stay in case he wasn't *actually* sick yet. If he stayed, he would've definitely caught the disease.

"What if I ask Monokuma for a spare bed and split the room with a small glass divider? That way Oma can stay in case he did catch the illness, and Saihara can stay near Oma. Would that work?"

I nodded furiously. I didn't want to let Oma go. I was definitely feeling very desperate and over-protective, more than I would usually feel, but I guess it's the disease's fault, not mine. Kimchi eventually nodded in agreement, and with that sorted, we got the help of Monokuma to help us set up the room we wished to have.

"Shumai, no offense, but you're a real pain in the ass sometimes!"

I sensed a tiny bit of sadness, thinking nothing of it until...

"I'm sorry Oma-Kun! It won't happen again!"

I began uncontrollably crying a never-ending river of tears, wiping the snot that was pooling above my lips with the collar of my shirt.

"Saihara! Don't dirty your shirt, here! This is going to be a lot to take care of..."

I wiped my nose with the tissue Kiibo offered me, and the three of us settled for bed, the robot actually keeping watch over us this time.

This took 2 hours of my day to write! Long one for yall as an apology for being dead <3 Word Count: 3410 Stay safe out there everyone! I personally enjoy being sick, but if any of you reading this aren't feeling your best, then I hope you have a speedy recovery! <3333

#oumasai #saiouma #danganronpa #gay #shuichi x kokichi #despair disease #oneshot #angst #part 1 #sick characters

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heffrondriving · 2 years

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oh don't mind me, just spent the last thirty minutes in the darkness of our dining room screaming my head off and jumping around like an absolute overwound moron at nine in the morning while watching btr's atlanta jingle ball performance livestream and now i feel like i just guzzled five million cups of coffee in one go and am ready to fistfight god in an applebees carpark, n e way how's everyone's day going (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

#I'M SO GLAD THIS DAMNT TYPHOON WAS MASKING MOST OF THE CRINGEY FANGIRLY MESS I HAVE DEVOLVED INTO EVERYONE'S STILL ASLEEP IN THIS HOUSEHOLD #I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD BREAKFAST YET JUST ROCKETED OUTTA BED ONCE I SAW THE NOTIF FINALLY FUCK TIKTOK MAN IG LIVE'S WHERE IT'S AT #THEY'RE WEARING BLUE!!!!! THEY LOOK SO WARM AND COZY NOW!!!!! OUR HOLIDAY DADS!!!!!!!#I CAN'T STRING ENOUGH BRAIN CELLS TO FORM A COHERENT THOUGHT EXCEPT FOR Y'ALL???? THEY KILLED??????#WARRANTS OUT FOR THEM FOR ALL THE RUSHER HEARTS WORLDWIDE THAT WERE ABSOLUTELY DEMOLISHED BY THIS BC I AM ONE OF THEM AND I LOVE IT #I FUCKING SWEAR I WEPT UP A RIVAL TYPHOON SEEING THEM PERFORM CALL IT LIKE I SEE IT....ESP *THAT* ONE PART Y'ALL KNOW WHICH ONE IT IS FRCCK #EVERYTIME THEY DO THAT BIT IN THE SECOND VERSE MY SOUL INSTANTLY ASCENDS TO HEAVEN;;; LOGAN FLOATING;;; THE VOCAL GODLINESS?????? HRUFHFJFH #THE ENTIRE SETLIST FUCKED HARD ACTUALLY BUT STG THEY COULD SING THE GIANT TURD SONG AND I'D STILL BE SCREAMING ALONG TO EVERY WORD GAH #THEIR DANCING!!!! THE HARMONIES!!!!! EVERYTIME ONE OF THE BOYS CAME UP TO THE CAMERA ANOTHER PART OF ME REGENERATED INTO A NEW LIFE AHHHHH #AND KENDALL'S SINGING PLEASE!!!!!!! THAT'S MY EYEBROW BOY!!!! THAT'S MY FAVE MANS!!!!! THAT'S MY AMAZING GRAMPA!!!!! I WANNA LISTEN FOREVER #ALSO I GOT TO WATCH MR. MASLOW DO ANOTHER BACKFLIP AND HELL YEAH MY MANS REALLY GOING SHITS OUT!!!!#ALEXA FANGIRLING FOR CARLOS IN THE CHAT LMAOOO SAME THOUGH HIS ENERGY WAS SO INSANE >w<#THEY REALLY GAVE IT THEIR ALL AND SO MUCH MORE I'M SO PROUD OF THEM IN WORDS THAT DON'T EXIST YET 💖💖💖💖#I JUST.DCMSF THIS? IDC I'M JUST SO HAPPY TO FINALLY CATCH A BTR CONCERT EVEN IF IT'S JUST IN LIVESTREAM FORM SEEING THEM IS ENOUGH <3 #SOMEDAY.........SIGH #I'M SO SORRY FOR YELLING SO MUCH BUT I;VE BEEN IN A RUT AND THIS INSTANTLY MADE EVERYTHING GO AWAY. DEPRESH???? AIN'T EVER HEARD OF HER-#ALL I EVER HEARD OF IS BIG TIME RUSH IS FUCKING BACK AND WE OUT HERE WILDING!!!!!!!!#okay okay sorry again i'll shut up now forever i'm just too overjoyed and excited and so insanely full of love rn and it's all btr's fault #i don't have rusher frens to freak out with so this is how we do;; thank u for ur continued patience everyone :'>#once i finish downloading this clip.....yohoho it's shitty gifs ahoy for everyone bc i still have SO MANY FEELS #btr #big time rush #do pretty girl don't speak #will delete?#been gone from this blog for a bit bc bad braim go brrr but i'll try to get stuff sorted out (for myself bc who's following this mess lolz)

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itsdanii · 3 years

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Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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miyacreampie · 3 years

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Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

🏙️🏙️

Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

🏙️🏙️

Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

***

As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

🏙️

‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

#tanaka x reader #tanaka x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #anime x male reader #m!reader #x male reader #top male reader #seme male reader #ryuunosuke x reader

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austajunk · 2 years

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Also, before I forget (hi, oumaede anon again <3 lol)! What are your thoughts on komanami? This is a ship I can go down with... So. Much. Pain. And a glimmer of wholesomeness, if only Chiaki got to interact a little more with Nagito. Just... The potential of it all! I... I'll shut up now. Thanks for listening to my ramblings.

Oh, anon. Look at my blog. Why would you get me started on rambling about KomaNami?! Don’t you know they were my first hardcore deep passionate ship for the second game?!

I LOVE KOMANAMI WITH ALL MY HEART.

*cracks knuckles* Okay, here we go. I would like to get this rant outta me.

I think there are two different variations of the KomaNami ship and that’s with Human Chiaki Nanami and AI Chiaki Nanami. And I’m gonna talk about how they both relate to Nagito in a platonic/romantic shippy kind of way.

To put it simply, I think AI Chiaki kinda gets Nagito more than her human counterpart. She challenges him more too and can easily forgive and understand him when he eventually gets her killed. Her entire attitude is like “As long as it’s me and not everyone else here, I don’t blame him I suppose”. Not to mention, Nagito can easily spot that Chiaki likes quiet places too and tells Hajime not to distract her during her games and such. He’s also concerned for her whenever she wanders off or tries to do things like guard the party in the first chapter.

I showed one of my other friends the first trial of the second game again and I just love it so much tbh. This first showdown that clearly initiates a dynamic between them both.

There’s this moment when Nagito and Chiaki challenge each other. “There’s evidence that Nagito’s suspicious… I think” “Oh… in that case, care to tell me what that is? 🙂 “

And then afterwards Nagito’s just like *clapclap* every time Chiaki does anything. She draws a map for the second class trial and Nagito is the only one to be like “Omg, thank you, our lord and savior, Chiaki!”

It’s so funny since it just feels like such an inverse of ToGiri and their dynamic in the first game. It’s friendlier, but still antagonistic and draws you in.

Kyoko: Byakuya, you’re full of shit.

Byakuya: Ugh. Ruin my fun today, why don’t you?

Whereas KomaNami is more like:

Chiaki: Nagito, that’s wrong.

Nagito: Yessssssss prove me wrong. So good. Now whip me pls.

Byakuya constantly underestimates and tries to work against Kyoko. But Nagito recognizes this potential in Chiaki immediately and is one of the few characters to not write her and her talents off. He welcomes it and maybe even wants to encourage it. <3

In comparison, I think her human counterpart likes and appreciates Nagito, but doesn’t understand or get him. Despite that, she is protective over him as her beloved classmate and sees his value, simply preferring Nagito to just do what he wants without faulting him for it as well. The only time she draws a line is when he pulls a gun. Which… fair enough. Holy shit. Nagito obviously has a great respect for her and fangirls over her being their class rep for moment in his usual crazy spin and Chiaki continues tapping away at her game, but smiles warmly at him. Also he has an interest in challenging and testing her Hopeful ideals as well.

I would talk about the scene where Human Chiaki dies and Nagito’s reaction to it, but that’s it’s own post with multiple interpretations too.

If we take in the retcons of the anime, then it’s by Izuru KamuKura and Nagito and the rest of the class that AI Chiaki took her appearance and personality. As AI Chiaki tells us this, we see a shot of Hajime and Nagito meeting her for the first time in NWP, indicating they are the two more important people that factored into her existence. I can even go so far as to say in instances of Nagito’s strange protectiveness over Chiaki (expressing worry over her guarding the party alone in Ch1, her confronting Fuyuhiko on Ch2, and running after her when she ran off frantically in Ch4 and tsking her for wandering off), you could say it’s a subconscious thing for Nagito after interactions with her human self. I can go further and even mention that when Human Chiaki was killed, she was alone… so if in Chapter 4, Chiaki disappeared in a strange labyrinth location, it only makes sense that for some reason, Nagito would be concerned enough to follow her.

How about that? I have lots more to say but let’s cut it here as a long post. ^^

#danganronpa #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #komanami #komahinanami #danganronpa 3 #dr3 #I have so much more to say #but I would be rambling #and I dunno if this is coherent enough #please enjoy though

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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

#tom holland #London lights fic #Tom Holland one shot #tom holland fiction #Tom Holland imagine #Tom Holland x reader

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goldenavenger02 · 2 years

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when Peter met Kate

Speaking of Kate, despite the burns and broken bones, she immediately looked up with a smile when her gaze met his.

"Hey, S-Spider-Man," she stuttered before clearing her throat, "I'm Kate. Kate Bishop. Big fan."

•••

"Ow, ow, ow!" Peter winced, snapping his eyes shut as Bruce's hands examined his definitely dislocated right shoulder.

"I thought you were on house arrest, why were you in the suit?" Bruce's voice hit his ears, and he opened his eyes to see the face of the man who at this point, should just get a M.D and make it official.

"Well, Mr. Wilson and his friend Torres, they got me out of it till my trial, and my lawyer said it was okay for me to use the suit if I didn't do anything to smear my reputation any more, which isn't really fair, since this whole mess isn't my-" Peter got cut off from his rambling by another hiss of pain, this time from his probably broken nose.

"Fault?"

"Yeah, that," Peter blinked away the stars that had clouded up in his vision, "and I didn't do that, I just got into a fight with those bank robbers. They weren't happy to see me."

Bruce passed him an ice pack, "hold that on your shoulder. I'll be right back to set your nose and realign your shoulder, I've just gotta take care of someone else."

"You replaced me in the six months I was out of commission?" Peter gasped dramatically, putting his left hand on his chest, "I'm hurt, Dr. Banner. Emotionally and physically."

"You spent too much time around Tony," Bruce sighed before looking over at Peter, "with everyone recruiting teenagers left and right, you're not the only person I have to patch up with my lack of a doctorate."

"Wait, who else are you patching up?" Peter questioned, letting his curiosity get the better of him as the ice pack slid down from his shoulder.

"Hawkeye brought her in. Her name's Kate Bishop. She's a couple years older than you," Bruce explained before gesturing to the ice pack, "ice pack, shoulder. She's fully human as far as I know, so I'll fix you first, but I gotta make sure I don't need to call Helen for back-up."

Peter returned the ice pack to his right shoulder to appease Bruce, although it actually felt pretty good, before asking. "Can I meet her? After we're both...you know."

"If she's up for it, yes," Bruce nodded before getting up, "stay here. Let FRIDAY know if you need me."

Peter nodded, waiting until Bruce left to transfer the ice pack from his shoulder to his face and relaxing as soon as the cold touched it and started to numb the pain. "That's so much better." He mumbled to himself.

•••

"Another burning building?! You jumped out of it?!"

"Look, I was just trying to help those people!"

"And now you've got enough injuries to rival Cooper after a baseball game! Which I was at until you jumped out of a burning building!"

"Can you just listen to me?!"

"I'm the adult, you're the kid! And this conversation is over!"

"I'm an adult too- oh, turning your hearing aid off, real mature." Kate sneered as the man reached up to his ear and flicked the device off as the doors opened to reveal Bruce Banner. As much as Kate wanted to fangirl, however, the definite broken knee and her anger towards Clint was keeping her from doing so, "he turned his hearing aid off to get out of a conversation."

Bruce nodded, signing something to Clint before turning to Kate, "you should learn ASL if you're gonna keep working with him. Helps you win arguments even if he wants to cut it off."

"We weren't arguing! He was getting pissed off at me for no good reason!" Kate defended herself as the man gently examined her left arm, making her wince.

"Burning building," Clint enunciated the words before adding, "I turned it back on so you couldn't say something that wasn't true."

Kate sighed, shaking her head which sent a searing pain to the burn on her forehead, before turning back to Bruce, "how bad is it?"

"You've definitely got a broken wrist, a broken knee and a second degree burn on your forehead. You're fully human, right?" She nodded in agreement, making the burn light up again, "Okay, depending on what the x-rays say, this is gonna take six to eight weeks to heal."

Kate groaned as she saw Clint smirk out of the corner of her eye, "just say it. I'm an idiot for jumping out of a burning building and you're gonna drill it into my head every day while I heal."

"There will be plenty of time to do that during your recovery time," Clint shrugged before holding out his hand for her to hold onto to, "besides, we've all done stupid things to save people. No one died, thanks to you."

Kate couldn't stop from smiling at the rare praise. Bruce fastened a splint to her arm, and she realized right then and there that it was the reason Clint had offered his hand. "Ow!"

"Okay, you're gonna get some x-rays, and I've gotta patch up another vigilante," Bruce rubbed his eyes before standing up, "but if you're up to it, he wants to meet you afterwards."

"If you let Spider-Man rub off on you, you're gonna kill me before I'm fifty, do you understand me?" Clint demanded, but Kate was more focused on the fact that she was in the same building as Spider-Man.

"I'm up for it! I'm one thousand percent up for it!" Kate nodded furiously, hearing Clint groan as she focused all of her attention on Bruce Banner.

"We've really gotta stop recruiting kids."

•••

"Alright, Peter," Bruce smiled as he tightened the sling, "you are good to go. Or to see Kate, who is very much interested in meeting you. Seemed like a big fan."

Peter nodded as he stood up, making a mental note not to do that in order to irritate his nose any more; at the same time, however, his stomach was fluttering. He had never met another superhero who was excited to meet him aside from Tony, and definitely not one who was around his age.

He followed Bruce to the room down the hall and into the room, watching as one of the other doctors on staff, whose last name was Rodriguez, finished bracing Kate's knee.

Speaking of Kate, despite the burns and broken bones, she immediately looked up with a smile when her gaze met his.

"Hey, S-Spider-Man," she stuttered before clearing her throat, "I'm Kate. Kate Bishop. Big fan."

"More like a big pain in my side." He heard Clint mumble under his breath, but ignored it in favor of offering his hand out to Kate.

"Peter Parker," Peter offered her a fistbump due to both of them having injuries to their arms before sitting down next to her, "so, you're like the new Hawkeye, right?"

"If she stops acting reckless and forcing me out of retirement."

"He's angry at me," Kate waved him off, "because I saved lives in the city."

"You jumped out of a burning building."

"You sound like Mr. Stark," Peter turned to Clint before turning back to Kate, "I've been doing this for a couple years now, I'm happy to give pointers that don't sound like an overbearing father."

"I'm totally down for that," Kate nodded before hissing as soon as Bruce Banner started to clean the burn on her forehead, "but, it'll have to be awhile. We're both kinda busted at the moment."

Peter couldn't stop himself from laughing, even though he knew that he would be healed in a matter of days while Kate was going to be injured for a lot longer.

"Later, then."

#my writing #susz writes #mcu #marvel #hawkeye #spider man #peter parker #bruce banner #kate bishop #clint barton #hurt/comfort #friendship #this is not romantic in any way #i just saw the first two episodes of hawkeye and needed the interaction

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luvlysangi · 2 years

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the crown prince and his twin :: seonghwa [pt.1]

*.~ pairing: crown prince!hwa x peasant!oc

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part 2

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𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓐 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮, in the Kingdom of Jinju, there was a sweet and kind Crown Prince, Seonghwa. As next in line for the throne soon, he helps his father, the king, lead their people so he can transition easily to the throne when his time comes.

The people of Jinju love the crown prince for his generosity, humbleness, and of course, his handsome face.

A carriage zooms past 3 maidens and they jump startled.

"Watch it!! You almost ran over us!!" One of them yelled at the carriage that was already far from earshot.

"I saw what happened! Are you ladies alright?" The raven-haired prince approaches them and asks.

They gasp and blush appears on their light cheeks.

"Y-your highness! Y-yes we're okay!" One of them says.

Seonghwa sighs in relief and gives them a gentle smile making them melt on the inside.

"I'll have some guards go after that carriage. Riders should be careful of pedestrians passing by. Well, you ladies have a good rest of your day!"

They thank him and bow and watch as he walks away with his 3 guards. The girls then proceed to fangirl.

"He's so cute!! It's the smile that does it for me, ahh so charming!~"

"It's his voice for me!! It's like...honey!"

"Boy! How lucky we are to live in a kingdom with crown prince Seonghwa!"

They giggle and pick up the tips of their dresses, walking away.

Of course, Seonghwa wasn't the only prince in the kingdom, for he has a twin brother. A brother that the townspeople don't dare speak of. He is Prince Hwaseong and although he matches his twin's handsome looks, he isn't as kind and sweet as him.

With an evil heart, he had caused enough troubles in the kingdom that his father sent him to live in one of the small cottages on the castle property under house arrest all in hopes one day he can change and be the next crown prince after his brother becomes king.

He was born different than Seonghwa, from his blonde hair to his internal system. You see, the prince was cursed at birth by a witch who sought revenge on the queen. The witch did not know she was pregnant with two boys and only cursed Hwaseong, leaving Seonghwa unharmed.

In his curse, to survive, he must spend the rest of his life drinking the blood of humans even though he is human. This caused the poor prince to go on blood rampages throughout the kingdom which resulted in the king putting him under house arrest to hopefully keep him under control. However, under house arrest, what the king doesn't know is that he still sneaks out and kills people sometimes for hunger while other times for fun.

Everyone calls him the "cast-out prince." All, but one, his caring brother. Seonghwa visits his brother weekly and tries to help his bloodthirst by sending him the finest coffee made in the castle kitchen. The coffee beans are specially brewed and help well in controlling Hwaseong's thirst.

Seonghwa gently knocks on the door of the small cottage but hears nothing in reply. He slowly opens the door and walks into the dim interior.

"Hwa? It's me! Where are you?"

The door slams shut with a breeze making the crown prince jump and look to where the door closed. Standing against the door, breathing heavily with a dark smirk on his lips was none other than the crown prince's twin brother.

His eyes, pitch black with glowing red pupils, stared coldly at his twin.

"You're a fool for always coming by yourself when I'm hungry." He says licking his lips with a smirk.

Seonghwa sighs, coffee pot and teacup secure in hands, "I'm not completely by myself today... palace guards are surrounding the cottage outside."

"Oh? So now my own brother doesn't trust me?" Hwaseong asks, amusement strong in his voice.

"No, it's not that. Mother's orders. She didn't like how I kept coming here alone so now she sent guards to come with me."

The blonde-haired twin darkly chuckles and approaches Seonghwa who remains standing still and unphased.

"Ah, typical of mother dearest. Always wanting to protect her favorite child from her scary disowned one."

"Hwa, please, drink this. You're not yourself right now."

"THIS IS WHO I AM!!" Hwaseong yells to Seonghwa's face.

Seonghwa shakes his head and looks at his brother with pleading eyes, "To me, this isn't you. You're hungry, please let me help you today."

"Why don't you fear me drinking from you?"

A small smile rises on the black-haired prince's lips, "You can't drink from your own brother's blood. I make you sick remember that?"

Hwaseong's muscles relax as he softens a bit remembering what his brother was talking about.

"We were 6, remember? 'Ddeonghwa!!~ Your blood tastes disgusting!!' 'I'm sorry Hwa!! Should you drink me with sugar next time?!'"

A small laugh escapes Hwaseong's lips making Seonghwa join him in laughter as well.

"You still tasted like shit even with sugar. I threw up for 3 days."

"Hahaha, I cried for those three days! I was so scared for you!"

Their identical light laughter fills the room and Hwaseong takes the teacup from Seonghwa.

"Just give me the damn coffee already."

"Haha alrighty coming up brother!~," Seonghwa says with a smile and pours the hot liquid into the white ceramic cup.

Once Hwaseong drinks from it, his hunger disappears and his eyes return to their original dark brown color. It was moments like these he was reminded of how much his brother still loves him. Although Seonghwa loved and cared for him, Hwaseong still hated him and was still jealous of everything he had. But, around his brother, he plays it cool and controls his hatred.

✨✨✨

"Kai! Can you help me bring in this chest? It'd be easier to bring in with another set of strong hands."

"Yeah! Coming dad!"

This girl's name is Kai. She and her family just moved to the Jinju Kingdom all the way from the Illyria Kingdom. She and her family had much to move into the house from the carriage cart. She lifts the handle on the other side of the chest and helps her father move the family chest inside the small house.

This was her third move now and she hoped this would be the last. Although she's tired of moving, as long as she's together with her family, that's all that matters to her. She's a chill, shy yet kind girl but she always put those she cared about first.

The chest successfully landed on the wooden floor and she and her father take a relieved sigh before giving each other a high five.

"Hey, good job you two! I've noticed we're running short on food. Kai if you wouldn't mind going to the market tomorrow?"

"Yeah mom, no problem!"

It would be her first time in the marketplace yet she was interested in taking a look around. She knows nothing of this kingdom, who ruled it, even nothing about the "cast out prince." Perhaps time would come and she'll find all of that out.

✨✨✨

The skies are clear and the sun shines bright today over the kingdom of Jinju. Seonghwa stares at the window as he sits at the long table with the royal council. His father was discussing a new trade with another kingdom but all Seonghwa wanted to do is go out and enjoy the nice day in his kingdom.

"Ahem! Your highness...do you agree?" A council member asks the crown prince pulling him out of his thoughts and his gaze from the window.

"Ah? Absolutely! We're lacking resources in our fishing industry and they're booming with it. I agree that it's beneficial to open up a trade with them. Um, pardon me, I'd like to get some fresh air for a bit."

Seonghwa gets up from the table with a small bow receiving confused looks from the counsel, especially the king. He swiftly walks out of the room and he makes his way out of the castle.

Today the marketplace was bustling with merchants and buyers. Merchants yelled out prices and deals of their products while buyers passed by their shops and fought over who got what first.

To Kai, this was all an interesting experience but it was also a rather stressful one. She went to a fruit vendor to buy some apples but she ended up having a misunderstanding with the ill-mannered merchant.

Angry at her, he refuses to give her money back and tells two tall and strong-looking men to help him see her out.

Kai scoffs, "You coward! You don't wanna face me yourself huh? Alright, bring it! I can take your guys on! I am not leaving without my refund!"

The two tall men laugh at her and one of them pushes her hard making her fall to the ground.

"Boss said get out you little twerp!" One of them says and lifts Kai by her dress collar.

She remains strong and glares at the man, "and I said I didn't pay for any fake fruit. I want my money back."

The man growls and throws Kai making her back crash into a cart of chicken cages, knocking the cages over and scaring the startled chickens.

The noise could be heard from the area and people stopped to see what was causing the ruckus, including prince Seonghwa himself who happened to be there. He quickly approached the scene.

Seonghwa helped Kai out of the cart, "Oh my gosh are you alright?!"

"Y-yeah could be worse I guess. It's just those scammers got me to buy fake fruit and they won't give me my money back." She says still glaring at the vendor who was laughing with his men.

"I'll help get your money back, stay here."

"Alrighttt, good luck. Just fair warning he's got the worst temper."

Seonghwa gives her a smile before marching over to the vendor.

He clears his throat, "gentlemen, I believe you have something that belongs to that maiden."

The vendor and the two men stop their conversation and freeze when they see the crown prince before them with an unpleasant expression on his face. They immediately bowed to him out of respect.

"Y-your highness!! Y-you, see she started it!!"

Seonghwa picks up a pear from the cart and inspects it before taking a bite out of it then instantly regretting its bitter and bland taste. He spits it out and wipes his mouth, looking at the man in disappointment.

"Shut your business down by tonight or else I'll send guards to help shut it down for you. That's an order."

The man's mouth drops open in shock, "Your highness!! My fruit is nothing but fresh and high quality-"

The prince cuts him off, "It's made out of clay. You're scamming innocent people for fruit that looks real and pricing them too expensively. I order you to shut down your business today."

"Ha! And why should I listen to you? You're not the king yet!"

Seonghwa snaps his finger and his guard comes up to the man holding out his sword to his neck.

"Alright! Alright! I'll listen! I'll shut it down!!"

"And her money?"

The man grunts and pulls out a small money pouch and hands it to the prince.

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir. Good day."

The guard puts his sword back in his scabbard and Seonghwa walks back over to Kai. He gives her a cheerful smile and hands her, her money back.

"I believe this belongs to you."

"Thanks! You know, ha, if you didn't come I would've totally beat their butts."

Seonghwa chuckles, "Then you would've been hurt even more. Speaking of which, you are bleeding. You should come with me to get patched up."

Kai glances at the cuts and bruises on her arms and the tears in her dress. She probably shouldn't go home looking like this, she doesn't want to worry her parents.

"Okay. Lead the way."

✨✨✨

Two nurses step out of the bedroom door and Seonghwa perks up, standing up from the chair he sat in. The nurses approach him with pleasant smiles.

"She's all bandaged up and she's wearing the clean dress you gave us to give her." The head nurse tells the prince.

"Thank you for helping. Is it okay to go in?"

The second nurse nods, "Yes! She's wide awake your highness."

Seonghwa thanks them again and they bow to him before leaving the bedroom quarters. Seonghwa opens the doors to the bedroom and see's the girl sitting on the side of the bed looking around the massive bedroom in awe. Their eyes lock when Seonghwa approaches her.

"May I?" He asks her.

"Oh, no, go ahead."

Kai pats the spot next to her on the bed and Seonghwa sits down there. He inspects the small bandages over the cuts on her face as well as the larger ones on her arms where the bigger cuts were. He also admired how lovely the red dress looked on her. It was no ball gown but a simple yet clean one for her to wear than her torn white one.

"Thank you again for all of this," Kai says with a shy smile.

"Oh, of course. I always put my people first."

"I can't believe...you're the prince of this kingdom. I'm sorry for speaking so informally to you, your highness, I just moved yesterday so I wouldn't know better."

"It's quite alright! Don't fret! I'm sorry what you experienced today was unwelcoming, so I'll give you a better welcome. I am crown prince Seonghwa, Welcome to Jinju Kingdom."

Seonghwa gives her a small bow with a welcoming smile which caused Kai's cheeks to warm up from his friendly gesture.

"Thank you for that. It's an honor to be welcomed by you. I'm Kai, your highness."

The crown prince takes her hand and holds it in his.

"Kai...what a pretty name for a pretty maiden."

Seonghwa tilts his head and gives her a charming smile immediately sending Kai's heart into rapid heartbeats. He's calling her pretty when he's pretty himself? She couldn't believe it. The more she looked at him the more nervous she felt over his handsomeness.

His almond eyes sparkled like a billion stars in the night sky. His raven hair looked so soft and fluffy. His closed lips smile gave off a somewhat cute aura to his expression. This man before her is so kind yet so handsome she couldn't process his existence. She looked down at their hands instead.

Seonghwa never felt so attracted to another person like this before. Why is it that although they just met, he had a strong yearning to get to know her and be close with her more? Why is it her gorgeous black and silver hair, her mesmerizing dark brown eyes, her soft yet sweet smile, her humble aura all made his heart melt inside himself. Whatever this feeling for her was, he wanted to make it grow for he felt it could be the start of something magical.

Awkwardly, Kai cleared her throat and slowly removed her hand out of his.

"W-well, your highness thank you again for treating me and helping me get my money back. I ought to be going home now."

She stands up from the bed but Seonghwa quickly holds her hand to stop her.

"Wait, please, Kai, if you don't mind I'd like to keep seeing you. I want to get to know you better."

Kai turns around to look at him and she melts when he sees his soft eyes. They seemed almost to beg her to let him see her. She nods in response then looks away feeling heat rise upon her brown cheeks again.

"S-sure, I'd love that. H-how should I meet you?"

Seonghwa grins with joy and tells her of the secret entrance that leads to the castle garden right below his bedroom window. He tells her to come every night and he'll meet her by the rose bushes. Kai agrees to come every night and Seonghwa escorts her out of the castle property. Once at the gates, they bid each other goodbye and Kai makes her way home with newfound butterflies in her stomach at the thought of seeing the charming and kind prince Seonghwa every night.

✨✨✨

Every night the two did meet, growing closer and closer with each other each time. The more they met, the more they fell madly in love with each other. Each night getting harder and harder to part ways once the time comes.

The two would take evening strolls in the massive garden, sit in the gazebo and watch the koi fishes in the pond, swing together on the bench swing, and share the rich desserts the prince would sneak from the royal kitchen, and of course, talk about everything and anything their minds come to.

They found many interesting things about each other and their lives, even finding out about how similar their tastes were to things as well as things they'd like to do or places they'd like to go. They felt as if maybe they were meant to meet each other like their each other's soulmates.

Both of them became very close friends yet wanted to be more. The thrilling feeling of having a crush always surfacing the back of their minds and hearts.

Then, one night, that finally changed. The two of them sat together on the bench swing, slowly swinging back and forth and looking up at how bright and pure the full moon looked in the sky along with the dazzling stars. They remained in a comfortable silence as The sounds of crickets and the cicadas filled the evening background noise.

Seonghwa calmly spoke up, "Kai? Can I...tell you something?"

She looks to him and gives him a nod, "Mhm! You can tell me anything."

"This...may sound cliché but I really want to say it."

"It's okay, go on."

The prince looks at her feeling the nervous swarm of butterflies flutter about in his stomach. Could he do it? Could he tell her? Would she...feel the same?

"Kai, this moment with you...makes me really happy. You, Kai, make me really happy."

She coos at his sweet words and smiles at him, "Aww you make me really happy too. This moment with you feels perfect."

Seonghwa smiles back then looks down at their hands to lace them together.

"I'm glad I make you happy just as you make me happy. If it's alright with you...I want to continue being the cause of your happiness. I want to not just make you happy as my friend but...make you happy as my lover as well."

The prince looks back up at Kai who had already looked away, hiding her mad blush with her long hair.

"Kai?" Seonghwa asks her, taking his other hand to push her hair behind her ear.

Putting his hand on her chin, he gently turns her face back around facing him.

"Would you let me love you?"

Kai could feel the strong heart palpitations her heart was making in her chest to his sweet words. That was all she ever wanted to hear from him and finally, he asked her.

"Only if...you let me love you in return."

"Oh Kai, of course you can!"

They smiled at each other in joy, their hearts beating at the same time. Seonghwa cups Kai's cheek with his hand then proceeds to lean in. His lips met hers for the first time, kissing gently and tasting as sweetly as she's dreamed of in her dreams.

Seonghwa softly pulls away and rests his forehead on hers, rubbing her cheek with his thumb with a smile.

"I love you."

Kai smiles and gives his lips another sweet peck, "I love you too."

The prince looks into her eyes, heart-melting to the view of the galaxy within them. He leans in again to kiss her and both universes collided. Nothing could be more perfect than this.

Just on the other side of the garden at the secret entrance, Hwaseong slips through, wiping the red liquid from his lips with his wrist. He had just returned from another blood raid. He was so hungry he couldn't even remember how many people he drank from tonight. As he makes his way back to the cottage, he stops when he sees his brother over on the bench swing.

He squints as he wasn't sure what he was seeing but then his eyes widened in surprise to what he was seeing. His brother kissing some girl that Hwaseong has never seen before. The clock in the bell tower strikes 12 and the two of them pull from their kiss.

"I have to go..." Kai tells him sadly.

"I know. I shall see you tomorrow night. Dream sweet dreams of me when you sleep, my love."

She smiles and gives him a nod, "Always. Goodbye, my prince."

She gets up from the bench and lets out a light laugh when Seonghwa wouldn't let go of her hand with a cute pout on his lips. He gets up and hugs her one last time, leaving a kiss to her forehead before finally seeing Kai off.

Hwaseong hid behind a tree nearby and watches as the girl slips through the secret entrance, leaving the garden.

A curious yet intrigued smirk rises on his lips, "Who are you to my brother, little girl?"

part 2

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blubberingmess · 4 years

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[Crazy]

Pairings: dark!Bucky x dark!reader

Summary: they say that when a person is in love, they would do anything for the person they're in love with. They're not wrong.

Warnings: mention of death, crazy couple, implied smut.

Note: I'm still a bit hazy and tired from the medicines so excuse my writing~

You sneered, stalking closer to the unconscious woman on the couch with a wine glass filled with water in your hand and a gun in the other. Her face makes your blood boil, wanting to just aim your gun and shoot her straight in the face but then she won't feel it - that's not fun.

Why are you so angry to this poor woman? She's no poor woman, she's a slut; going around and feeling up your man! No one does that-- no one does that and make it out alive.

Getting impatient, you dump the water onto her head before smashing it on her as well. She jolts up from her slumber, sputtering curses and incoherent words, only stopping when she finally noticed you standing in front of her with a dark aura around you.

"Good evening," you greeted monotonously. She looked up at you with wide eyes and started to shake as soon as she saw the gun in your hand.

"What are you doing? Please don't hurt me."

You rolled your eyes. "Chill, I ain't gonna do anything yet. I just want to talk to you for a second and I'll be on my way."

She gulped, already feeling the blood losing from her face as tears began to fall down pathetically. Yet? So that mean you are going to kill her?

You took her silence as a sign to continue, twirling the gun in your hand. "Why'd you kiss my man?"

"Y-your man?" She was taken aback by the question, genuinely confused as she continue, "You mean Bucky?"

You blink at her. "Yes."

Guilt flashed behind her eyes as she realized her mistake. "I-I'm sorry, I thought he's s-single. Well, that's what he told me at the p-party."

You blink again, before looking down on the wooden floor. "He did didn't he?" You whispered mostly to yourself.

Of course he would, he is single. But if he wants a relationship why'd he never came for you? You two are close and are friends, he could just ask and you'll throw yourself at him without a second thought. You're so in love with him you'll do anything, isn't that obvious?

Giving the woman in front of you a once over, your frown deepened. Is it because you're not pretty enough? That thought made your little dark heart crack inside your chest, feeling yourself deflate.

"Yes, yes he did. So please, don't hurt me."

You snapped out from your self degrading thoughts and glanced at the woman who is now has her hands clasped together as she plead for mercy. No ounce of pity can be seen on your face nor feel in your heart as you stare down at her. Deciding to end your fun early for the day, you slipped the gun back to its holster and grab your coat from the small couch behind you.

"I won't kill you." A pause. "But a friend of mine will." With that you made your way to the front door, ignoring the panic look in her eyes.

"What do you mean?!"

You're sick in the head and you know it, some people might get a hint or two but you don't care as long as they shut their mouths. You'll only care if it's Bucky, if he find out about little adventures in the dark and how unstable you really are.

You'd be heartbroken if he did, surely he won't look at you the same if he did.

You've lost your sense of morality and empathy for others the moment you saw him killed that man in front of you as the winter soldier. The look in his eyes that night still sents shivers down your spine and warmth in your core. You're too far gone that no one else matters other than him, not even those poor innocent lives.

As soon as you hopped on your bike, a loud explosion and a shrilling scream emits from within the house you were in just a few moments ago.

You smirk to yourself as your bike roars to life before driving away from the quiet neighborhood, feeling proud of yourself for not getting your hands dirty this time.

▪

You walked back inside the tower with a gloomy look on your face, still can't get over the fact that Bucky can't see you like the way you saw him - someone precious.

Sometimes, you just really need to take matters into your own hands. So you've made up your mind and started to think of a plan on how to tell him your feelings, and to make him accept that he's actually in love with you all this time; show him what he really feels. And you won't take 'no' for an answer.

The tower is conveniently empty considering most of the team are on the two week long mission just after the party. It'll be great. It'll be a dream come true.

"Morning, doll. Where were you?" A familiar voice asked and immediately, the gloom look you carry morphs into a giddy grin as your heart starts to beat fast against your chest.

In the kitchen stood Bucky, a cup of tea in his hand and a sandwich in the other while he stare at you with an odd look on his face.

He's not wearing anything but a pair of sweatpants. You gulped, realizing that it's the same dark gray sweatpants you've buried your nose into two days ago, rubbing it between your thighs until you've come undone imagining it was him instead, before sneaking back inside his room to put it back inside his drawer.

You shake your head and lifted up your hand, showing him the brown paper bag with the logo of your favorite bakery shop. "Just hang out with a friend."

His eyebrows furrowed. "A friend? That Josh guy again?" Before taking a bite of his sandwich and settling the cup on the counter next to him.

You grimace at the mention of the guy's name, placing the paper bag on the counter as well. "Josh was not my friend and he died a month ago remember? Got in a car crash just after our high school reunion the same night."

You don't really care about the guy, he'd broken hearts more than he can count - which is less than thirteen from what you recalled.

Bucky nodded his head in understatement, a neutral look on his face. "I remember, the guy's a douche, he deserved much worse."

To most people it'll probably real scary to hear such things coming out from a hero's mouth, but it made you feel the opposite. It made you look at him like he hung the moon. You bit your lip to prevent the smile from showing and coughed in you fist, pointing at the tea next to him.

"Gonna drink that?" Oh god, I hope you did.

Bucky raises an eyebrow and look at the small cup, seems to be contemplating about something as he stares at it for a good few seconds before his eyes lits up. "Want me to add some honey? It'll taste better."

You shrugged your shoulders, acting nonchantly but in the inside, you're freaking fangirling. "Sure."

Sitting yourself on top of the counter, you started to quietly hum to yourself while you let your head floats somewhere else. Did anyone found the body yet? You're kind of disappointed you're not there when it happened, must be fun killing the woman yourself instead of a small bomb.

"Here you go, darling." Your heart just skips a beat right there, feeling your whole body jolt in happiness. After Bucky gave you the cup, he silently watched you took a sip, a small dark smile playing on his lips but you're too busy thinking about the weird aftertaste of the tea to notice it.

"You sure it's honey? It taste... kinda off." You started to feel yourself getting drowsy, glaring at the half filled cup in your hands. A sudden pain was felt in your chest accidentally letting the cup go. It falsl down to the tiled floor, shattering it to pieces.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Bucky asked with no hint of concern in his voice whatsoever, the smirk evident on his lips. He just stands there, his arms crossed over his chest as he casually leaned his hips on the counter.

You looked at him with wide eyes. "Y-You--"

Bucky cuts you off with a nonchalant shrug, giving you a boyish grin. "Saw an opportunity; had to take it."

Before you could utter anything else, your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you fall onto your back on top of the counter; unconscious.

He won't deny it, you look so good sprawled on the counter like this. Bucky sigh in disappointment, only if you're conscious and willing, he would've fuck you on the counter-- or any surface really--, show you how much he loves you; how much he cares.

But he know you don't feel the same way after observing you this past week, you've been out and about every early morning and sometimes on ungodly hour at night.

"If only you feel the same way, I wouldn't have to do this."

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You woke up with a pained groan, your wrist are tied up to the arms of the chair. Your head is still pounding but thankfully, the chest pain had subsided. Then you remembered Bucky, the tea, heart dropping at the memory.

"You're finally awake, I was started to get worried." You heard the voice of Bucky from somewhere in the dark room, eyes flittering around to find the source of the voice, but no avail.

"Bucky? What's going on?" You asked, a bit scared but also a small bit of hope blooming in your chest.

"I did what I had to do." Bucky watched you squirm from where he sat on a small couch in front of you, eyes going up and down your body before it focuses on your eyes.

"W-What?" You stutter out.

Here goes nothing, Bucky thought to himself, sighing. "(Y/n), you're the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life. The moment I saw you after killing that old man on the rooftop as the winter soldier, I just knew I had to make you mine."

You pull your lips into a tight line as you silently listened.

"but I know you don't feel the same way so I decided to take you by force; drugged you while you're to busy thinking about some other men," he practically growls out, falling his metal fist on his lap. He heard you gasped and felt his heart clench, thinking that you're disgusted but he chose to continue, this time more possessive and controlling.

"You're mine, (Y/n), you hear me? You're fucking mine and no one else's. I don't care if you don't want me; I want you." He stands up, stalking towards your frozen body.

He huffed. "Don't try escaping or call the police, it's not use, we're far off from the nearest civilization and there's little to no signal in this area. You can't run away from me, doll. I will follow you wherever you will go. I will find you and I will never ever let you go."

Tears started to roll down your face, looking up at him with a small pout on your lips and your face flushed. "Really?"

With a cute face like that-- "Yes. There's no escaping me, doll."

"I'm so happy," you sob. Your heart is bursting at the seams at his declaration, wanting to just get pull from the restraints and hug him tightly.

Bucky took a double take, stopping in his tracks. Truth to be told, he expected you to scream bloody murder - feel afraid, although he doesn't like that one bit, it's the most... appropriate thing to feel at this moment even for him.

"What?" He clap his hands together two times and the lights suddenly turns on, blinding you for a second before resume on crying in happiness.

"I-- you were -- Bucky!" You started to hiccup, blubbering out incoherent words.

Bucky started to panic, running over towards you and gently cupping your cheeks with his large palms. "Hey-hey, baby, shh. I'm here, don't cry. What's wrong?"

Worry flashing in his eyes as he tugs on the restraints, it's not even that tight in the first place but he can't just untie you. You could attack him any moment, he needs to know if he could trust you first - but oh how he aches to tear the ropes away and cuddle you close until you calm down.

You started to calm down, leaning in to his touch. "Y-You love me?" You asked, sounding so hopeful and soft.

He cooed, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. "Oh honey, of course I do. I wouldn't do all this if I don't."

It's true, he wouldn't have bought a house in the middle of a forest if he didn't love you and want you all by himself. He wouldn't have killed Josh and the two others if he didn't. He wouldn't have been thinking about you 24/7, planning -- daydreaming-- on showing you how much you meant to him. He wouldn't have put the chip in your arm to know where you are and what are you doing. It's all for love.

"I love you too."

Wait-- "What?" He asked, dumbfounded before burrowing his eyebrows. He knows how you're good at acting, he saw how you manipulated the enemy agents that one mission, for all he know you're doing it to him right now. "I don't like being lied to, (Y/n)."

You widen your eyes. "I'm not lying, Bucky. I have been for years now."

He growls, not liking the way he just wants to give in and pull you closer against him this instance. "What about those men? You going out in the middle of the night or waking up at ungodly hour just to "buy some snacks"."

Bucky felt his blood started to boil. How dare try this shit to him?

You shyly look to the side. "There's no other men... I went to--" you trailed off with a quiet voice that even the super soldier in front of you can't hear.

"Speak up, (Y/n)," he orders, gently yet firmly tilting your chin up to look at him in the eyes.

You sighed. "I hate it when you flirt back with other women."

"What does it have to do with you going out in the middle of the night?"

"I'm... a murderer, Bucky. I know it's bad and the world sees me as a hero but I can't help it, they're taking you away from me," you hissed out. "So I killed them all before they could even attempt a second chance, because you are meant for me, Bucky."

Bucky's breath hitched at the venom in your voice as you admit on killing the women that tries to flirt with him, all of it just because you're jealous - and startlingly, he loves every second of it.

"I was about to do the same. I was planning on taking you away while you're sleeping but you beat me to it." You chuckled, tears already dried up as you gestured towards your bound wrists.

His eyes flickered to your wrist then back up to your eyes. "Why?" He still asked despite knowing what the answer is, he just wants to hear it coming from your kissable lips that he loves so much; wanting to know the taste of.

You gave him a genuine smile. "Because I love you and if I can't have you, no one can."

Bucky swings his eyes between yours, searching for any signs of deception and trickery but all he found was sincerity and love. You're looking at him like he's the only person in the whole world, and it's making him melt at the spot. Never once had someone look at him like that and he doubt he don't look the same.

"I love you too," Bucky breathes out before smashing his lips against yours. You moaned and was about to lift up your hands to tug on his hair but was stopped by the ropes, preventing you from doing so.

"Bucky?"

"Yes, baby?" He murmurs, pressing heated kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. You mewled when he softly bit that soft spot on your neck, craning your head to the side to give him more access.

"The ropes, please. I want to touch you."

You let out a small whine when he stops, leaning back to look down on the ropes before smirking, shaking his head from side to side. An side suddenly popped in his mind.

"Not yet, baby girl."

He stands up straight with his hands propped on his hips, his crotch at your eye level. You could see the prominent bulge in his pants and can't help but lick your lips. The action didn't go unnoticed by the former winter soldier making his smirk broadens.

"Can you be a good girl for me, (Y/n)?"

You peered up at him through your lashes and said in the most sultry of voices, pulling a groan from Bucky's lips.

"Yes, Daddy."

Yup, I need to rest.

*more to come*

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Ineffable.

Ineffable - Too great to be expressed in words.

Pairing - Lee Taeyong x reader

Genre- Pure fluff!

Word count- 2.58k

Warnings- None but please let me know if THIS amount of fluff is cringe or not kselkkd. Also, I'm sorry if this story's dissapointing, my health hasn't been the best so if the storylines not good, let me know :)

Summary- All it took was a couple of smack on his head, water splashed onto his face and being called friend on the first date for him to step out of his comfort zone and confess to you.

You and Taeyong had a really complicated relationship. If you could call it one.

You're neither friends, nor enemies, neither were you dating. You wish you were but no.

But still at the end, the two of you always end up paired together, be it projects, going for business trips, being promoted together, you'd basically seen him all day. So it was obvious the two of you spoke.

Well, you spoke, he'd listen, giggle at your talks, and then say a sentence or two max. You guys would be what people other than your friend group called acquaintances.

Anyone with eyesight would know immediately that you're head over heels for the lad. You made it a little too obvious. Always talking frantically around him, your heart flutters when you hear him laugh, his presence in all just made you giddy. And so you'd always been happy when he'd be paired up with you in everything.

Your friends basically divided themselves into two groups. One that supported you and pushed you to go confess your love for him, the other being one who ridiculed you for loving a guy that they thought would never like you back.

On the other hand, Taeyong was just shy.

Your bubbly persona overwhelmed him. Of course he liked you too, he just needed one smack at the back of his head. Or not because his friends have done it way too many times, yet here he is, just daydreaming scenarios of what he'd do for you if the two of you dated resulting in him not talking much.

So when Yuta, his friend, poured the tiniest amount of water onto his face and yelled 'BOOMER' at him, he thought it's finally time to make a move.

A hangout. Exactly what the two of you needed.

Break time had come to an end, you were walking with Luna to your cabin, when you crossed paths with Taeyong, who was indulged in a conversation with Johnny, another one of his friends from the same department as the two of you.

"Oh boy, here we go again" Luna spoke from beside you. You look at her, confusion spread all over your face. "huh?" she let out a chuckle, shaking her head, "You've been staring at him long enough for him to look back at you-" she pointed at the direction where Taeyong and Johnny stood with her head, as you turn around to look at him "-but you were so busy devouring his existence to realize that", He waved at you, which you did back but then turned back at Luna, flustered.

She looked behind you gesturing something to either Johnny or Taeyong, then turned you around and pushed you towards where the boys were, Johnny doing the same with Taeyong as both your bodies collided, gently, but hard enough to send the two of you stumbling back a few steps.

You hear the other two laugh and walk away, you turn back to send a glare at your friend, but ended up landing on Johnny who winked to that.

You face your crush, "Hey" you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ears. He sent you a smile and nodded his head, greeting back.

"How's your day so far?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow in anticipation. "It's been good, tiring but doable" he ended the answer. Your shoulder slouch down as his answer again ended in a sentence. "What about you? How's yours going" you look up, caught off guard, since this was the first time he's ever asked a question back.

Okay that's an exaggeration, he did ask questions, but that was a rare occasion.

"It's good! Tressa spilled her coffee over her documents which got Mr.Kim extremely mad, i finished the final task just a few minutes before break, i was just going to gather my things and head out" you smile radiantly. He smiled at your excitement of finally getting off of work.

There was a second of silence, this time Taeyong being the one breaking it.

"Could you wait for just a little while? I'm almost done too, so we can head out together" he asked, fidgeting with his hands, a habit he has that comes out of nervousness "If that's too much of a hassle you could go now that's fine too!-" he quickly added after seeing your eyes widen.

You interrupt, waving your hands in the air in quick motions, shaking your head," No no! It isn't, i could wait" you smile at him, which he returned back with equal enthusiasm.

No longer than 10 minutes later, you and Taeyong made your way towards the elevator, him initiating small talks every now and then, asking questions about you, to which you gave long answers for.

"-and then Lisa just threw up on him because of how much booze was in her system" you end your story from last Saturday, Taeyong let out a hearty laugh at the ending, sending warmth streaming all through your nerves.

The door opened at the basement, where his car was parked, "Oh? I took the bus today,I sent my car for servicing yesterday " you say, stepping out. "That's fine! I could drive you" he offered.

"No no! That'll be a trouble for you! I could just take the bus-" "Please. I'll kidnap you if I have to, if that means you'll ride with me" Taeyong said, smiling widely at you. You giggle at his words, feeling heat rush up your cheeks, as you cup your face to reduce the heat.

"Alright no need to involve kidnapping here" you say making your way towards his car alongside him.

Okay Okay Taeyong, be outgoing. Fun to be around. Ask questions. This your chance.

"Welcome aboard" He said, the second you stepped into the passenger's seat, you laughed at his antics, reaching out to fasten the seat belt. Taeyong beat you to it, reaching over across your body, tugging at the seat belt and fastening it.

The proximity had blood rush up your cheeks once again, damn it.

"Safety first!" he said wearing his own seatbelt, starting the car, pulling out of his parking space and out of the basement.

Once you were away from the building of your work space, you turn to the side looking at Taeyong's side profile, admiring the way the street lights shone upon his face,highlighting the scar on the right side of his face, he's perfect, no doubt. But this slight scar proved he was too, nothing more than just a human. The grip he had on the steering wheel made the veins on his hands more prominent. "So Tae-" "-Y/n" you start at the same time, "Oh you go first" you say quickly, knowing that if you'd stay there admiring Taeyong he'd probably ask you to go first.

"There's this really good restaurant by the corner in just two minutes and it's really late, so, wanna go grab dinner together?" he said in a breath, looking at you for a split second before turning his focus back onto the road.

"Oh sure! If though, either you let me pay or we share the bill" you reply excitedly, smiling at the fact that you'd get to spend more time with him.

"No? Come on, let me pay for the first date-" he stopped abruptly as you look at him with wide eyes, "date.. I like the sound of that" you let out a chuckle as you see him gulp down.

The rest of the car ride, you spoke back and forth, Taeyong replied much better than how he'd used to, you two even jammed to some of the radio music together, eventually pulling over in front of the restaurant Taeyong wanted to take you to.

"Korean barbecue? How did you know I was craving it?" you say, removing the belt and turning towards the driver's seat, to see no Taeyong.

You jump when the door of your side opens, Taeyong standing there with his hands out, offering it to you. You hit his palm at the extremely cliché action, then held it and stepped out of the car. "Because it's Saturday and everyone craves it on the weekends, now let's go!" he pulled you out of the seat, slamming the door shut and jogging towards the restaurant as you laughed at his sudden bubbliness.

The two of you went and took a seat at the end of the restaurant, it wasn't anything too posh, but it wasn't not too plain either, it was cozy. Taeyong removed his coat and hung it on his chair. And then hurried over to your side and pulled your chair out, you smack his shoulder, to which he grinned and made his way back to his seat.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked, looking at the menu.

"The classic, wouldn't want to add any other flavor to the classic" you reply back, looking at the names of different delicacies written on the card, not noticing Taeyong look at you. It's when you set the menu card down that you notice his gaze. You feel yourself starting to blush for the nth time that night. This is the impact Lee Taeyong has on you. One gaze is all it takes and you're completely melted.

The waiter came in minutes later, took your orders and went back, you just waited, having common talks with the boy in front of you, sometimes drifting into your subspace, maybe fangirling over him way too much from time to time.

"Oh oh I got another one, do you know why Hershey chocolate closed down?" he asked.

One thing you found out about him is that he's a sucker for pick up lines. "because I'm too sweet?" you giggle as you see a frown forming up on his features "come on, yong, that's a classic try again."

"Unfair! Even if you know the answer you shouldn't say it!" he whined out, messing his hair, you laughed out loud at how cute he looked and sounded, drawing a few eyes onto the table, which neither of you paid attention to, Taeyong joining along with you with his tiny giggles.

The food arrived, and you dig in immediately, earning a chuckle from Taeyong as you stuff your cheeks.

You looked cute.

"Alright this is a tough one, are you my appendix?" he asked, gulping down a decent amount of food.

"clearly not? why?" you reply, voice coming out muffled.

"because i have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like i should take you out" he said, looking at you intently. You start choking due to his reply, to which Taeyong laughed out loud, calming himself, leaning forward to pat the top of your head and pushing your water glass at you.

"Taeyong what in the name of heaven even!" you ask, now you lean forward to hit him as he started laughing again.

"Hey admit it, that was a good one!" he said, looking at you with his eyes wide as you kept hitting him.

"Whatever. Eat" You chuckle and turn back to your food, the blood most probably clot on your cheeks through the entirety of the night.

The both of you finish, getting up from your seats as Taeyong gestured you to wait for him by the entrance.

He paid for the food, and made his way back to you, with two fruit Popsicles in his hand.

He handed one over to you, and started walking the opposite direction from where his car was parked. "Yong, it's this way-" you say, standing in the same place. "I know" he simply replied, stopping and turning back around to look at you. "Come on hurry, follow me!" he said and started walking again. You jog to catch up with him.

You walk in silence for ten minutes, eating the Popsicle he'd bought, shoulder's sometimes brushing past each other.

"We're here!" he said excitedly, you look up from your feet and stare at whatever Taeyong was looking at, eyes immediately lighting up as you see the calm waters of the river in front of you.

"Beautiful, right?" he asked, smiling at you as your eyes stayed fixed at the scenery in front of you.

You hum in agreement, walking towards the railing to get a closer look, Taeyong following suit.

"Thank you" you said, all of a sudden.

"Hm? For?" he asked, confused. "Today, it was fun! I guess we can call ourselves friends now right??" you ask, taking your eyes off the river and turning to look at the boy.

Come on Taeyong, this is your chance.

"Y/n." he started, you look at him with your eyebrows raised.

"Friend's is so far off from what you really are to me, Y/n" he said, letting out a sigh and turning to face the river.

"What do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant. You felt your heart flutter, beating a little faster than normal, if he would back out now, you'll take a step forward.

"Oh god how do i do this, I- just.. Okay listen, i like you okay? I really really like you" he said fast, turning to look at you this time. "I thought I made it obvious? How didn't you get even the slightest of hints if my feelings for you?" he said, his eyes furrowed.

"Because, honey you never made it obvious, if anything, you looked like you had no interest in talking to me" you said, laughing and stepping forward, feeling your stomach churn in weird ways, the muscles of your face, starting to hurt from how widely you were smiling.

"don't mind that! I'm just-just usually like that around everyone-"

"I like you too" you cut him off, stepping forward to get a little closer to the boy.

"-and i felt like, wait what?" he stopped, looking at you with wide eyes.

"i said i like you too! I think, in fact, I'm in love with you. A little too much" you add, seeing a red hue take over Taeyong's face, as he temporarily looked down, and back at you the shocked expression replaced by an extremely wide smile.

You two just stared at each other, Taeyong stepping forward with a questioning look on his face.

"Can i kiss you?" he asked, his voice tiny. You laugh in content, and instead of answering him, you walk closer to him, standing on your toes, placing a soft peck on his lips.

Taeyong let out a chain of giggles, leaning forwards and capturing your lips again, hands going around your waist, yours finding its way around his neck as the two of you smile into the kiss.

He pulled away first, looking at you with a loving look.

"So i can call you mine from today right?" he asked, his eyes shimmering in the twilight.

"Only if you tell me one of the best pick up lines you've got" you reply, crossing your arms over your chest watching Taeyong mumble out a 'you know it' and step back, looking you up and down, placing a hand under his chin.

"I-...damn, I'm sorry you're so beautiful you made me forget my pick up line" he said, looking straight into your eyes.

"Ew Tae, you are such a cheesy man" you say, taking large steps towards him. He reached out to you, snaking his hands around your waist placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"I'm your cheesy man"

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