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kookie-doughs · 1 year

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Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 27: Soulmates

"So tell me, how is it that you lovely couple had come to meet. And why is it that your relationship had changed the world of soulmates most especially in sports."

You look at your now fiancee and chuckled to the interviewer.

"Well it all started with a lie a certain someone had been living up to his whole life." You rolled your eyes and your lover chuckled.

"As a kid, I've always been a fan of volleyball. And when I found out I wouldn't be allowed to play. I pretended. It was easy to pretend I only lost my taste after all."

"Imagine I tried pretending." You laughed.

"I managed to keep up till my 3rd year in Aoba Johsai. When I met the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Suck up." You rolled your eyes earning laughs from the audience.

"It was as if I knew. She was the one. I was drawn to her. I tried talking. But she didn't hear me so I thought oh we weren't soulmates-"

"You had to talk to meeee not talk around meeee youre so stupiddddd!"

"I know nowwwwww~" He laughed. "Yea anyway, we got closer and we fell in love more and more. Then when valentines came. She made chocolates for everyone in the team except me."

"At least he thought I did."

"And the team would pile up all my sweets for valentines back then because I dont really eat them. And Hanamaki forced me to eat one. I regained my taste and I was devastated because I didn't know who it was from and couldn't find the same again."

"I made the best among them."

"You didn't. "

"Wow I guess this news is also about our break up."

"I'm kiddinggggggg! Y/NnNNNNN~"

You roll your eyes. "After that he became depressed and tried hooking up with some girl, he failed because I caught them before he could try. Then he asked me out."

"You did it too!"

"Whatever Tooru! Fine. We ended up confessing at the same time and he asked me out. My cousin, Iwaizumi Hajime, who was practically my dad too gave him permission to do so. And like, I was bullied so hard. Since he quote doesn't have a soulmate unquoute."

"Yeah I remember getting in a fight with Karasuno during Interhigh. One of their member accidentally gave his opinion."

"He was about to beat him up. Luckily their team captain was quick."

You gave him a pat on the head.

"And we got to Finals against Shiratorizawa back then. When we won. I immediately called for her attention and ran to her."

"OMG I HAVE THAT ENTIRE THING ON VIDEO!!! HE WAS SO STUPID! HE DIDNT REALIZE ANYTHING AT ALL!"

"She never dropped it she's a pain." He sighed

"Whatever. And like after the whole thing. We got to nationals. Quarter finals and we lost but we managed to be seen."

"We decided to go and train those of which with soulmates that wanted to play volleyball too. It was a whole deal where the entire school of mine participated. Even Shiratorizawa joined with us then."

"I was surprised we didn't get in trouble, instead Japan just took a look at the sport system. The volleyball league of Japan reached us since we're like the biggest deal at that time."

"They took notes and everything. She also told about one of our team members, Kyotani Kentaro. He was good at volleyball but he couldn't be honed because he couldn't find his soulmate at the time. She went on to list number of amazing players who had a soulmate."

"And after I graduated. They removed the rule."

"Lesson learned. Lie and break the rules." You concluded earning laughter once again.

The interview continued on. It went great. After it you went home.

You looked your husband to be and you smile to yourself.

"Tooru~"

He hummed in response taking your hand.

"I'm glad you were my soulmate."

He glanced at you, he sees you looking at him with pure adoration and it made him feel...

Special.

"I love you."

He smiled pulling the hand he held to his lips.

"Te amo más mi amor."

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Hellooooo omgomg i actually finished itttttt

For those is there's actually some that are confused the last chapter is the time skip. Oikawa only came to Argentina after you graduated

It took forever im sorryyy i had a block but i got my boost again and I managed to finish it

Thank your for the longest supporter of the series @wormonastringonastick and @gayer-than-the-gayest-gay

I have more stories and another one coming up. Im still debating which one I'd do but im feeling like I want more of either soulmate or ABO (reluctant because im bad at writing scenes

Once again thank you alllll for supporting Your Voice I love you all and check out my other stories

Thank you!

@gayer-than-the-gayest-gay @rukia-uchiha-98 @wormonastringonastick @the-sander-fander @applepie-macaroon

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fourrarri · 3 years

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Dear Lance,

My first time ever trying to make chocolate of any kind, and believe me, store bought would’ve been easier. Problem was, couldn’t really find anything that I couldn’t see you forgetting about the next day if you didn’t just deadass call my attempts at romance BORING. So, being a man that lives life on the wild side & has a knack for risk taking, you get to be the first person to sample the only truffles I’ve ever made. I hope you like them, & if you don’t ya better lie to me & tell me you did motherfucker. There are two flavors, you’ll have to tell me which one you liked better. Happy Valentine’s Day. ❤️ —Joel

The mentioned truffles are artfully arranged on a small tray beside the note. Each one half wrapped in delicate, colored foil indicating the flavor. The golden foil encasing the gin & tonic truffles coated in Ivoire white chocolate, sweet & creamy . The red foil presenting the mexican chocolate truffles coated in Ghirardelli dark chocolate, spicy heat.

To say Joel had been at a loss as to what to get Lance would’ve been an understatement. Exactly what the fuck did anyone get for a man who bought luxury sports cars for fun at any gift giving occasion much less Valentine’s day? Ultimately, he’d decided simple was best, choosing to make his gift rather than buy the club owner anything.

He had been mostly joking about lying to him to save him some hurt feelings if the truffles tasted like trash. But he definitely hadn’t been when he’d written his hopes that the other would enjoy them.

💸 ║ ❛ ————— Saying that he’s surprised about the little gift placed neatly on the desk of his office would be an UNDERSTATEMENT. It’s not only surprising, it is indeed shocking. In a wholesome way. But still, completely unexpected. Lance even almost forgot about that day, since it never held any special meaning for him. It’s not like he thinks he is undeserving of love, but it’s a little COMPLICATED for a guy like him. And for some reason, without even starting to read the letter he could tell that it’s from JOEL. Not because of a certain reason, but his thoughts just immediately threw this man’s face into his mind. It’s a feeling hard to explain, even to himself. The truffles sure look nice. Something Lance wouldn’t expect from a guy like him.

The fact that Joel had the GUTS to do this, even leaving a letter with ... semi-nice words in it IMPRESSES Lance a lot. Never in his life has anyone ever put that much effort into making him feel this SPECIAL. But at the same time it just makes him wonder about Joel’s intentions. He’s a nice guy, so him having any bad intentions is actually out of question. At least for now. If it’s not money he wants, what is it then ? Lance got to know kindness in only one way, and that is ‘ if people are nice to you, they WANT something from you ‘. So what is it ?

After reading the letter, his attention immediately goes to the truffles. Looking at them still makes it hard to believe that those are actually for HIM. His diet usually does not allow sweets like this, but then again; no one cares about a diet on Valentine’s Day anyways. He knows that much. So he takes his time to properly rate the taste of these truffles, noticing that he can’t really believe Joel’s story about them being the ONLY TRUFFLES EVER MADE by him. Either he’s lying or he’s a natural. These things are really good. CHARMING indeed. The Gin & Tonic flavor seems to hit the spot, what a daring yet delicious combination. Much to Lance’s favor.

Taking his phone out of his pockets, he moves around the desk to take a seat on the chair, still enjoying every single bite of Joel’s creations. It puts a smile on his face, —and he feels like an IDIOT, considering he’s sitting in his office all alone. Oh, well. His fingers swipe over the screen to open the chat with Joel. He would call, but he rather keeps on eating the truffles.

[ 📲 → banana joel ] —— found the nice little surprise in my office [ 📲 → banana joel ] —— gracias papí i feel honored [ 📲 → banana joel ] —— i dont really have anything to give to u except for some blowjobs so i hope that’ll do [ 📲 → banana joel ] —— u can come around if u want, i’m here all day. not only for the blowjobs i mean like u don’t have to come only for this [ 📲 → banana joel ] —— yeah well u get my point. i’d be happy to see u

A weird way of saying thank you for something so pure. Lance is aware of that. But in his defense, he’s UNPREPARED . He’s never gotten a gift like that, so he never had to put much thought into thanking someone for it. Well, here’s hoping it doesn’t make him look too trashy in front of Joel. He wants to show his honest gratitude, he just doesn’t know how.

#themechaneer #💸 ║ ❛ ——— answered.#this made my whole day no joke 🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗#like it made lance genuinely happy and i wanna thank joel for that;;;;;;#tw alcohol mention

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gaygraybles · 3 years

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DO ALL 50 😘💕💕💕💕✨

thank you dear, this was a pain and it wont be formatted correctly sue me

1. do you have a crush on anyone?

yes 👀

2. what’s your favorite candy?

i could eat a hundred reces cups in one sitting so

3. favorite love song?

hmmm is hello my old heart a love song

4. what was your first kiss like?

gay///

5. what was your last kiss like?

VERY gay

6. sexual/romantic orientation?

gay!

7. do you prefer poems or love letters?

i prefer love comics actually lmao

8. favorite fanfic trope?

oof i have not read fanfiction in a while

9. have you ever been in love?

maaaaaybe 👀 yes absolutely

10. favorite milkshake flavor?

CHOCOLATE

11. dinner dates or brunch dates?

dinner dont fucking wake me up for brunch thats my sleeping time its 2am right now

12. favorite flowers?

lilies are the prettiest for a bouquet, sunflowers make me happy tho

13. favorite perfume/cologne?

i have this cologne i got from hot topic like a million years ago it smells like angsty teenager i dont know if it smells good or just familiar

14. favorite candle scent?

midsummers night, yankee candle makes it it smells crisp

15. what’s your ideal first date?

so im invited to an estate at the top of a hill after dark because it cannot be accessed during the day, I assume its because its hosting another event but when i get there it almost seems as though nobody has lived in the house for a hundred years, and in fact im sure ive been there before and there was no house there at all, but here it stands in front of me in a thick fog while the sky threatens to unleash a torrential downpour that would give me no choice but to venture into the house accompanied or otherwise-im getting to the date part hold on-

16. favorite love story?

oh fuck have any of yall read the bone houses by emily lloyd jones? its not rlly a love story but its the only one i can think of rn

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

pants that fit 😒

18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

red velvet but mostly because of the frosting

19. snow, rain, or sun?

rain!!! but only because i live somewhere thats sunny 350 days a year

20. sweetest romantic memory?

walking through a park while the sun was setting and there was snow on the ground and on everything

21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

ok honestly i played that fuckin arcana game for a minute and i liked asra, the Aesthetic

22. fictional crushes?

well they only make orange and grape i think so any other flavor would be fictional

23. what’s your dream wedding like?

wouldnt u like to know, weather boy

24. what makes you blush?

goddamn everything, existing in a physical capacity

25. do you believe in love at first sight?

ehhhhh

26. do you believe in soulmates?

maybe

27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

leather jackets leather jackets

28. what’s your sign?

yield

29. are you single?

no!

30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

i just bought a box of beads to make bracelets so i guess i like to charm but that doesnt mean im good at it

31. guitar or piano?

my fingers dont bend right to play the guitar otherwise i would, i can kinda play the piano tho

32. favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?

eugh no

33. do you fall in love easily?

yes and no

34. valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

that would take up so much timeee, and for what, what does anybody do on valentines day besides eat candy and do laundry

35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

wouldnt YOU like to know, weather boy 👀

36. cloud gazing or star gazing?

star gazing, im not awake when the stars arent out

37. do you like to dance?

not in public

38. what’s your OTP?

me and @enbyblades

39. kittens or puppies?

KITTENS

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

i like cold coffee everything else hurts my face

41. favorite soda?

barqs superiority its rootbeer with caffeine bitches

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

please let my lie down im so tired

43. favorite ABBA song?

dancing queen u know its a classic

44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

you you and you i guess, watch out

45. favorite pajamas?

every year i buy valentines boxers and use them as pj shorts, those are comfy

46. favorite liquor?

screwball is really good but if i have shit to do ill take vodka

47. do you think about love a lot?

i think about my love a lot yes

48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

park!!

49. hand kisses or nose kisses?

hand, ull smudge my glasses if u kiss my nose then ill have to clean them and its a whole thing

50. what’s your dreamhouse?

I GET A WHOLE HOUSE????? i want a desk and bookshelves so bad

#welp #sam

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dcviated · 3 years

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* the writing’s a little sloppy, like it’d been written by someone who hasn’t used a pen in literal years. *

Name: Argus Age: 25. Do you like to cuddle?: well youre really warm so Can we make-out?: make out what? A night in or dinner out?: i still get the feeling people are upset with me. if its ok with you id want to just keep it between us Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: whats an icecream? uhh strawberries What makes you a good Valentine?: man Would you cook for me?: yeah. i can make that grilled fish you like so much. or maybe i can catch something more exotic or hearty. i dont know if you like gamy stuff Would you let me cook for you?: sure

@onlyhorn

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Maybe, eventually, there would come a time when Argus had more confidence in handing things off to the Knight Captain. But more often than not the oni takes the easier and less confrontational option of leaving things behind for Eira to find. Food Letters. Odds and ends. Sometimes he just leaves so he can have some time to be alone. It was difficult, but this is something she’s learned to give him, just as all the rest are things she accepts... for now. She’d much rather be handed things in person, if only so she can try to read his expression... perhaps see a face like the one he made when he offered her the wooden carving.

That isn’t the case here. She’s not quite sure where Argus found this form, but it’s clearly something silly that the villagers put together and handed to those they fancied. And... honestly. Gods she can’t stop the smile on her features. Had Argus spoken to one of them? Accepted one of these and saw fit to try and fill it out for her? His interest in her has hardly been a mystery even if her own feelings were difficult to pin down just yet. To say they weren’t tinted red, however... she does hate to lie.

“You should be holding such a higher opinion of yourself, Argus... you’re a far greater man than you try to believe. Perhaps a day together with just the two of us will help you understand that...”

#onlyhorn #inbox :: submission #inbox :: answered ic #verse :: rerezero #argus you can't just do this #she's reading everything that you're NOT writing here #submission

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crowsent · 4 years

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Can you explain the color switch technique for theater more clearly? I'm going to audition for our high school play and I want a reliable way to act without having to relive my worst memories.

dunno when exactly you sent this anon, but i hope i havent responded too late.

SO. the colour switch technique. dunno if its an official name or whatever BUT its essentially used in theatre or really in any other scenario where you have to lie or assume an emotion that you’re not currently feeling. essentially, you have to play a role. but since you said youre auditioning for a play, we focusin on the theatre aspect of it.

the most common thing i see or hear people do when they need to play an emotion that they just aren’t feeling at that moment, is to think of a personal event in their lives that elicits that specific emotion. it WILL work, or at the very least, elicit a strong emotion that pushes you to make your scene more believable and more alive. now thats great if the memory or event is a happy one. thinking of the first time you ever held your baby sibling, or that time you had your first kiss, or that day your parents surprised you with a new car. genuine happiness, or the memory of genuine happiness can work wonders to make a scene look and feel organic.

but if the emotion is negative, its going to absolutely DECIMATE your mental health.

no matter how much you think that ‘its just for a scene’ or that it wont actually affect you when youre off the stage, using the “relive memory to recreate emotion” method can and will fuck your mental health sideways with a chainsaw. its BAD for you to constantly think of painful or sad memories. there’s rehearsals, the actual performance, and worse, memories of the play itself. associating the memory of a tragic accident or a bad fight to a scene of a play youre participating in IS NOT GOOD FOR YOU.

i did theatre back in highschool. my depression at that stage was also. uh. particularly bad. so the whole “relive traumatic memories to experience pain so you can act better” is TERRIBLE advise. dont listen to anyone who tells you to do it. it WILL negatively impact your mental health AND your memories of the play, and may even discourage you from participating in future plays yourself.

but you still need to find a way to channel those emotions.

in comes colour switch theory. or technique. whatever its called. my theatre directors were GODDESSES. they recommended this technique to EVERYONE and it WORKS.

the trick is to associate a particular colour with a particular emotion, or even facial expression. when you need to keep a stoic face, you picture the colour in your mind and chant it in your head over and over to not break character. when you need to be sad, just repeat the colour you chose for sadness over and over to get yourself in the mindset WITHOUT hurting your mental health. for me, some of the colours i chose were:

blue- sadness/loneliness

red- anger

black- nothingness

grey- fear

there are more, but lets focus on these four. blue is my favourite colour. but thinking of the colour blue it doesnt automatically make me sad, so i can still enjoy it when im off stage. to channel the emotion of sadness or loneliness that i tied with the colour blue, i think of sadness from inside out and her blue motif. i think of the blue colour commonly depicted for tears. i think of cold and i think of a single person all alone, curled up in a blue room, crying.

just talking about this made my body curl up when i was writing that paragraph. i am shaking, and i feel sad, but when i stopped thinking about that imagery, it stopped. because its not a painful or traumatic memory for me, i can just yeet the blue emotion imagery away from me when i dont want it. you cant do that with personal memories and thats what makes the colour switching strategy so good. you can act better but you dont have to hurt yourself to do it.

think of it as constructing a bubble in your head, or a room you go to when you need to feel something. for anger, i think of a red room. i think of that red emoji with the brows scrunched up and the teeth gnashed together. i think of being so angry you lose words. i think of being red-faced because you just cant control it. conveniently, anger from inside out is also red, so i can think of him too. i think of fire in my veins, hot and ready to explode with nowhere to go but loud, violent screaming. and as im writing this, i can picture myself on a stage just shouting at whoeever has done my character wrong.

same goes for black and grey. black is just when i need to keep a straight face. when i need to be stoic or unimpressed. and its just a black room. nothingness. i sometimes picture that black room in real life when i have to not laugh at something funny if the timing is inappropriate, or when i have to keep a strong facade when i want to cry. i picture that room of nothingness and my mind goes blank. and i can keep a stoic face. the grey room is fog and shadows just in the corner of my eye. its something closing in that i cant see because of all the grey swirling around me. i dont know if im alone. i dont know if i am safe because i can only see a foggy room.

all in all, mentally travelling to a room in your mind created for the express purpose of eliciting a specific emotion is better than just retraumatising yourself. and its really simple to create these rooms. you dont even have to use the same colours i did.

maybe you have more trouble with expressing lovey dovery emotions. you can make red your love room. think of red flowers on valentines day, the red heart decals you see on store windows, the red box of chocolate youd give to a lover. red is passion, red is life, and you can associate things like that with your red room if you want. its like a venn diagram. things you associate with red on the left, things you associate with the emotion on the right, and the things they have in common can be used to construct the imagery of the emotion colour switch room.

then you can just chant red red red in your mind and you think of the blush on the fair maidens cheek as her knight comes to rescue her. you can think of a scarlet dress dazzling everyone in the room, but the wearer only has eyes for one man. you can think of lipstick stain against a collar.

you can associate any emotion with any colour. my process was:

pick a colour

pick an emotion/facial expression

picture a small room in your mind

fill that room with things or imagery that match your emotion or expression

be as specific or as generic as you want

you can have a green room dedicated to irritation or envy or just the loose feeling that youre not completely happy. the reasoning can be just bc you thought of the phrase “green with envy” and thought itd be neat. green can be a mother experiencing the joy of holding her child for the first time because green=nature=nurturing=mother.

establish a connection with that colour. fill out your room and create the keyword to get in. im very unoriginal so my keyword was just chanting the colour name over and over in my head. if i say blue enough times i get sad, even if i dont picture the room bc my mind has formed a link to that state of being. and i can break away without much trouble bc the connection is just on the surface.

colour switch is hair chalk. reliving memories is hair dye. at the end of the day, both of them colour hair. but you can wipe off the hair chalk w relative ease but a thorough hair dye that produces vibrant colours cant easily be removed, even when you want to switch to a different colour, or maybe even lose the dye completely.

i would recommend picking an emotion or expression that youre not good at portraying, but dont struggle with as much for your first room. i am not good at expressing sadness, but im worst at expressing upset or anger. so when i first started my colour switch mindset room, i started with sadness. it helps me express an emotion that im not particularly good at expressing, while still being relatively easy for me to get the hang of. maybe try for the second or third worst emotion you express, build a room to channel that emotion, and establish your connection.

make it a well-tread path, essentially. first few times are gon be difficult, but the more you do it, the easier it gets. all i need now to fake-cry is picturing the blue room, saying blue a bunch of times, and making a face. then i cry. completely fake and not damaging to my health.

i hope this makes sense for you. if it doesnt, feel free to send in an ask with more detailed questions abt the parts youre confused about or anything else. same goes for anyone who happens to read this that has an interest in theatre. id rather answer a dozen asks of the same question than have any of yall do something so harmful to your mental health. if anything was at all confusing, please feel free to tell me and ill gladly clarify some more. stay safe and take care of yourselves. and to the anon who asked, i hope your play goes well

#crowsas answers #theatre

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sportsarenotoxygen · 5 years

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GOM valentine’s HCs

some late gom+kuroko+momoi x reader (separately) valentine’s hcs that have probably been done to death before but i still wanted to write some so here! please enjoy!

akashi

akashi definitely shows how happy and grateful he is when he gets your chocolates. so much that he’s almost acting strange if you didn’t know him so well

(because he remembers all those days his mother tried to give his father love and never received any acknowledgement in return. he is not repeating that with you)

he’s super freaking happy and smothers you with kisses and cuddles

then he starts giving back

really giving back like he stays with you the whole day, is a complete gentleman (but more than usual because let’s be real he always is), more affectionate, really does not let you lift a finger

you: sei you know it’s okay, i can carry one bag

akashi: nonsense, it’s my thanks for those chocolates you made. which i absolutely loved by the way

you: you...you said that when you paid for lunch. and when you drove us to the park. and--

akashi: it’s my thanks. for the chocolates i loved. did i mention they were delicious--

you, blushing: ohmygod okay okay fine

midorima

if it’s your unlucky day, midorima’s gonna be watching your back and making this day as good as it could get because yes he believes in oha asa but he will not allow bad luck to ruin your day because he knows you’ve been working so hard to make this day good for the both of you

if it’s his unlucky day, he’s gonna be on edge maybe even entertaining thoughts of whether he should be near you so you’ll have to reassure him that all will be fine

you, over the phone: but i have to give you my gifts!!!!!

midorima: your chances of having a good day will be drastically lowered if i’m with you, so i’ll pick them up tomorrow, nanodayo

you: shintaro! dont! you! dare! think! you! could! ruin! my! day! you make my day so you better!!!!

midorima: i’m sorry y/n, but i don’t want to risk it

you: well i guess i’ll just wait at the cafe by myself...with all these couples around me...

midorima, guilty: fine. but only for an hour

he’s got your lucky item ready and his own when he gets there

you don’t make a letter for him though, you merely just give a speech about every thing you love about him from his belief in oha asa, to the way he looks out for you, to his love for basketball, his manner of speech and everything else (yes right in that cafe. the elderly couple in the next table over are giving you such fond looks)

by the end of it, he’s a blushing mess and that’s what your goal was all along let’s be honest

aomine

he pretends to think valentine’s a really tacky and stupid day and how ‘theres no point giving anything on this particular day its just stupid’

so much so that you hesitate when giving your chocolates

you hesitate so much so that he notices and now that he notices he feels slightly bad and tries to drop some hints

you, reluctantly: it’s really...all in your face huh

aomine, swearing at himself: it’s not too bad

but when you go the whole day without giving him anything he starts getting worried

aomine, thinking: crap did you think i meant all that

of course, if you actually got him nothing that’s fine too but he doesn’t want the reason you got him nothing was because he thinks it’s stupid

especially when he sees how you’re pointedly trying to ignore every other couple

so, just as you two are about to part ways, he goes

‘look, you know i didnt mean any of that stupid shit. i dont mind valentines chocolates or anything i was just being stupid’

he’s scared to look at you but when he does

youre giving him this shit-eating grin

you, smug: so you finally admit it huh

aomine: what the hell y/n

you reveal that you just wanted him to say all that and now that he has, you’ve won!

he’s half red because of frustration and half because of embarrassment but well

that’s one of the reasons he loves you ofc

kise, murasakibara, kuroko, momoi under the cut!

kise

patiently waits for his chocolates

patiently

but he has to wait hourrrrssss because he has a photoshoot that day which sucks because he’d wanted to stay over so he wouldn’t get caught with fans going over

and inevitably he does get caught by a bunch of fans and gets given loads of chocolates from them

but of course he’s waiting for yours

so he can’t wait until he meets up at your house and you greet him with a bright smile and his is equally as bright

he’s really not subtle at all

kise: hey hey y/n-cchi did you make me some chocolates?????? im really craving chocolates today!!!!!! chocolates you made!!!!! because i love you!!!!! (he had been too excited to realise mayyybe bringing over the chocolates his fans gave him would give the wrong impression so he hastily shoved them all under his coat at the last minute this boy)

you: you can just say you want some you know...i know its valentines

when you give it to him he’s over the moon. he’s...very dramatic when he tastes them. like a lot

kise: THESE ARE SO GOOD Y/N-CCHI THE BEST CHOCOLATES IVE EATEN IN MY LIFE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I LOVE YOU--

you, slightly worried: thanks. i think. you know if they’re bad you can just say so--

kise: NO THEY’RE GOOD I SWEAR I JUST

he’s crying tears of joy this silly boy

murasakibara

don’t go outside with this boy during valentine’s

he will see all those chocolates and sweets and will need them

goodbye money

you have to promise to buy them all when the clearance sales come out but you and murasakibara enjoy a day-in together maybe baking some sweets yourself because you know that he does actually like to bake despite how ‘lazy and unreluctant’ he seems

he unintentionally does the move where he kisses you and says ‘oh there was something on your face’ because there was genuinely something on your face and he does not realise what a cliche cheesy romance film move that is

you already have some sweets ready so he munches on them whilst you wait for the others to finish

and surprisingly, murasakibara gives you half of what you both made. its special because he usually just gives like...a quarter which is fair because your appetites are nowhere near the same let’s be honest

he does it because he vaguely recalls muro-chin saying something about how “valentine’s day is a special day for y/n-san” and slightly misinterprets it

it’s a touching gesture coming from him of course

you gotta cherish it because once you two go buy those leftover sweets the next day...

kuroko

you know him well enough by now that you understand that despite how small his smile is, he’s smiling wide inside when you give him the vanilla milkshake you made and maji burger coupons you made/got

he asks for the recipe to make and even though you’re more than willing to tell it to him, he insists that you need to show it to him

you, explaining: so then you just add the rest of the--

kuroko: i apologise, i do not understand, y/n-san. can you please show it to me instead?

you: are you sure? i’m sure you can do it fine!!! here, i’ll write it down!!

kuroko: no, please. i am not confident in my ability. i will be more confident with you by my side

you blush at his words because they are so genuinely truthful but also cheesy af

so, kinda like murasakibara, you guys make some vanilla milkshakes together

kuroko smiles a heck of a lot but it’s always when you’re back is turned whether it’s getting the ingredients from the cupboard or turning the blender on so you miSS A LOT OF BEAUTIFUL SMILES FROM THIS BOY

but in the end you two make more than enough for the both of you so you have to store some for later

it only makes the memories last all the more

momoi

well its canon that shes not...great at cooking and that goes for baking

and contrary to popular belief, she is aware of that fact (she just tries realllllly hard to deny it because her food tastes fine!!! maybe burnt or salty af but fine!!!)

so she tries this time

employing kagami to help her through saying dai-chan will do a one-on-one with him (its not true but. but she will get the redhaired boy to help her make these chocolates the best damn thing you’ve ever tasted or else)

its hard work (kagami thinks he’s worked harder than any basketball game ever)

but the work pays off and the chocolates taste..................good!!!!

momoi is sooooooo excited to give them to you (because of course she is she’s a romantic)

you on the other hand are searching on google for “how to eat food you don’t like” “how to not gag” “how to lie”

because you love love love momoi and do not want to hurt her feelings but h o w will you eat what she makes

so you get such a huge surprise when you anxiously bite into the chocolate and it’s.......

amazing

and maybe it’s just your love for momoi making you really biased but damn it’s so good!!

momoi, worriedly because you haven’t really moved for a few minutes: is it good????

you: ...no--

momoi, panicking: *thinking* nononono but but kagami said it was good did he lie i am going to kill him ohmygodohmygod

you: it’s the best chocolates i’ve ever eaten

#kuroko no basuke #akashi seijuurou x reader #kise ryouta x reader #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #midorima shintarou x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #momoi satsuki x reader #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuurou #kise ryouta #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintarou #kuroko tetsuya #momoi satsuki

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rdmfavcpls · 5 years

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Title: Reversal

Category: Pokemon

Rating: T

Pairing: Soulsilvershipping (Lyra/Kotone x Silver)

Summary: Silver doesn’t care for Valentine's Day. He just goes by like the day is a regular day. He doesn’t understand the importance it has to young ladies like Kotone who are too scared to confess their feelings. He is confused over why Kotone rushed towards him, shoved a wrapped box in his chest, and then run away. Now, he can’t seem to find her.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any rights to Pokemon.

~~Story Begins~~

Silver ignored the sidewalk sides that told about special deals for those last minute Valentine’s Day presents. He paid no attention to men that glared at him because he was used to it from his father and from his father’s beloved organization high ranked members. He sneered at the girls who giggled or blushed as he passed by them.

He’s been mocked and downgraded by his father for too long to understand that the men were jealous of him because he was the Champion’s, right-hand man. The thought that the females were blushing and giggling because he looked at them would never enter his mind. He didn’t know that most of the young female population around his age (and some of the older population) thought he was handsome.

He was glad that he finally got to the Dragon’s Den and breathed in the stale watery cave air. He felt more at ease in a place that was isolated or not as populated. If he wasn’t at the Dragon’s Den. He was in New Bark Town which he found out to be surprised about that as well.

His time in New Bark Town was spent mostly in Prof. Elm’s labor at Kotone’s house much to his displeasure. It was mostly due to Kotone and Hibiki (mostly Hibiki with a red-faced Kotone) insisting that he should stay over and enjoy some warm dinner.

Silver wasn’t going to lie that he started to come over to Kotone’s house for the warm and delicious food. He did see where Kotone got her over affectional spirit from and it annoyed him to no end over their stupidity.

He walked down the first set of stairs when his name was echoed within the cave. He turned around towards the entrance and stared at the girl who called his name.

“Idiot,” Silver said. “You didn’t have to yell. You woke up all the wild Zubats.”

“I don’t think your Crobat will mind,” Kotone said. She ran up to him and stopped just an arm's length away. “I’m also not here to battle!”

“Please explain as to why you are here then,” Silver said with a glare. Within a blink, that glare was replaced with a look of surprise as the Champion and his rival shoved a box wrapped in red towards his chest. “What the?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day. IreallyhopeyoulikethemandIwillseeyouinaweek. Haha. WhoamIkiddingbecauseitisgoingtobelikeamonth. Iloveyou. Bye,” Kotone said so fast that Silver felt like he was at one of those auctions that her mother liked to watch.

The only problem is that Silver could never understand the auctioneer with how fast they talked so he had no idea over what Kotone just said.

He took a second to look at the box before he looked back up with intentions of returning the box only to see the tail end of her double pigtails leave the guarded cave. He looked back down at the box and examined it.

The box didn’t seem to be very big and it looked like someone had professionally wrapped the box in a red wrapping paper that matched the shade of his long hair. The ribbon on the box was simple, but it was of a silver color.

Wataru should know what this present is and why Kotone just ran away.

~~Pokemon~~

Kotone needed a place to hide. That was easier said than done with the status of her being a Champion but also she was a very sociable person and needed to talk to someone. She also had her pokemon to worry about.

Her first thought over a place to hide was the Ice Cave, but she would freeze there. Her Typhlosion could keep her warm and enjoy sliding on the ice, but she wasn’t going to freeze her most trusted companion.

She couldn’t hide at home because Silver was a constant visitor and Hibiki would not let her hide for a month. He would either trick her into going out if Silver is nearby or would tell Silver where her hiding spot was.

She has learned her lesson over not to tell Hibiki over any of her crushes again.

She had only two places left to choose from. Slowpoke Well and the old Team Rocket hideout where they kept the Director.

Thieves still lingered around the old Team Rocket hideout and the Slowpoke Well would be wet and chilly. There was also a storm that they believed was on its way and she really didn’t want to stay in the well in case it floods.

“Team Rocket hideout it is,” Kotone said as she brushed her hair out. She was going in disguise and that meant she would need to lose the pigtails that everyone recognizes her with along with not wearing her poofy hat or usual outfit.

“Okay,” she said. “I think I am ready to hide for a month.”

~~Pokemon~~

“It’s a Valentine’s Day gift,” Wataru said as he took a two-second look at the box that Silver held. “Have you never received a Valentine’s Day gift before?”

“So, this is just some store-bought chocolate,” Silver said with disgust in his voice.

Wataru laughed. “Kid, those aren’t just store-bought chocolates,” he said. “The wrapping of the present proves that. Kotone really did put some effort into the present. Wouldn’t that one boy with the Marill be the best person to ask about it?”

“Hibiki? She could have given this to me by mistake,” Silver said.

“Doubt it. The black heart-shaped tag clearly says Silver in silver marker. She wanted you to have this present. Maybe you should open it to see what she gave you first. This way you can start preparing for White Day.”

“What the heck is White Day?”

Wataru placed his hand over his face. “Kid, you have a lot to learn.”

~~Pokemon~~

It’s been a week since Kotone decided to hide before she was forced to come back out to the public because of a challenger who apparently couldn’t read the sign that said the Champion would be away for a month.

She was furious because the challenger couldn’t wait for her to get back in her usual attire so here she was with her hair down and wearing an outfit she got in Kanto when she visited last year.

Her anger vanished like an Abra when she saw who the challenger was.

“Silver?” Kotone said. “What are you doing here? There was a sign that was posted that stated I wouldn’t be back until the 16th of March.”

“Where is your hat? Why isn’t your hair in your stupid pigtails?” Silver said.

“I was on vacation,” Kotone said with her arms crossed. “And I would really like to go back to being on vacation so let us get this battle over with.”

“Absolutely not! You cannot just give me a box of delicious chocolates and then just vanish for a month!” Silver said. “This was the only one I could find you and I demand answers!”

“You can ask and I may not answer,” Kotone said and crossed her arms. She blinked a couple of times and soon found grey eyes staring straight down into her own in such a close proximately. “Silver what are -”

She was cut off aggressively by his mouth sealing hers. She had pressed her hands against his chest, but that he stopped that too as he grabbed her wrists. She didn’t care at that point as her mind finally processed that yes, the boy she has had a crush on since she saw him peering into Prof. Elm’s laboratory is indeed kissing her.

She wasn’t as experienced as Silver, but it didn’t seem like he was too concerned about it. Then again, she wasn’t so concerned about it with the way he seemed to manipulate her mouth against his.

Kotone pulled back to get some much-needed air and Silver seemed to be perfectly fine while she was a mess.

“What was that about?” Kotone asked.

“You need to explain more about this Valentine’s Day, White Day thing,” Silver said. “You also can’t vanish like that.”

“Huh?”

“Ya heard me,” Silver said. He looked away from her as his red hair matched the red on his face. “I’m from Kanto. We only have Valentine’s Day.”

“Kanto celebrates both,” Kotone said in confusion.

“Shut up,” Silver said.

Kotone smiled. “Okay, fine. I will explain both over dinner at your place.”

“My place? Why?” Silver said.

“Because then it will be considered a date,” Kotone said. “Now, if you don’t mind. I would very much like to go back to my vacation.”

“What vacation? Hiding in the old hideout?” Silver said which caused Kotone to freeze in her steps. “Those thieves that hang out around here are my friends. You honestly didn’t think I wouldn’t know.”

“I hate you,” Kotone said with an Ekans hiss.

“That’s not what you said a couple of days ago,” Silver said with a smirk.

~~The End~~

#pokemon #pokemon soulsilver #pokemon heartgold #Silver #Kotone/Lyra #Soulsilvershipping #Valentine's Day Special #only uploading two stories this year

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justlizziethings · 5 years

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today was just a fucking mess

work sucked. we were packed all day and people kept bitching about the price of chocolates and flowers. its valentines day fucker!!! the price is inflated!!! capitalism baby!!!

one decent part was that i had this one really sweet old couple compliment my hair and at the end they even wished me a happy valentines day but then took every bit of restraint i had not to break into tears in front of them because i dont know how to process genuine human emotion. and then i realized how pathetically alone i am and thought about my ex and burst into tears a second time lmao

so because i was feeling bad i wanted to do something nice for my family and after work i bought a strawberry torte and some roses as a valentines day present. i felt better for a bit until i actually got home only to find everyone gone except valerie who was drunk on the couch. she then proceeded to scream at me about how stupid and fucked up i am while i threw together various leftovers for dinner. and then i burst into tears for the third time in one day

anyways, love is a fucking lie, nothing is ever good enough, and i should have just fucking killed myself years ago but whatever right?

so fuck me i guess. im just gonna go to bed early

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bannerswife · 6 years

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Mornings - Bruce x Natasha

Title: Mornings

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: none, except fluff. but if there is let me know!

Word Count: 2707

Summary: just a series of short stories of Bruce and Natasha’s mornings together.

Authors Note: okay kinda happy with this tbh ALSO there is a part where Russian is spoken and idk if its correct cause I don't know Russian at all oops. so I'm so sorry if its incorrect I only had google as my resource. but anyway, enjoyyy :))

Morning one:

“Are you awake, sweetheart?” Natasha heard the faint whisper of her significant other from behind.

She then felt his strong arms wrapping around her stomach, pulling her closer into him. The warmth spreading between each other, as he closed the gap between them.

“Mm,” She mumbled, hugging Bruce’s hands that were at her abdomen, pulling him as close in as possible. Knowing she was safe in his arms no matter what happened.

Bruce smiled softly, feeling her pull him in tighter as well as hearing her tired voice. Gosh she had such a beautiful morning voice, actually no- she had an amazing voice no matter what. He will never be able to get over the woman he currently had enveloped in his arms. It all was so surreal. He didn’t deserve a woman like her. He didn't deserve anyone. And yet here she was, currently head over heels in love with him.

Natasha rolled over to face Bruce, the faint morning light seeping through the blinds touching his face. Brightening his beautiful chocolate eyes and long curly brown hair. She noticed the soft smile playing upon her boyfriends lips and couldn't help but smile back.

“What?” She asked, her smile not leaving her face.

“Just thinking how I ended up with such a beautiful woman,” He replied, bringing his hand up to her face.

She couldn't help but lean into his touch, not wanting to be any further away from him then now. If only they could spend forever like this.

Bruce gingerly leaned in giving her a soft kiss on the lips, tasting the chapstick that she applied nightly on her lips.

“Come on, we should get up before Tony comes bursting in here blasting AC/DC,” Bruce chuckled at the thought, Natasha grimacing.

“If he tries i'll shoot him in the kneecaps,” She said, making the two lovers laugh at the idea.

“I would love to see that,” He stated, running his hands through her short red silky hair.

Bruce finally pushed himself up, hanging his legs over the side of the bed before letting out a massive yawn.

“Just lie with me for a little while longer, please?”

Bruce looked back into Nat’s needy eyes, feeling his heart melt at the sight.

“Don’t make me do it,” She threatened, pulling her hands up before twinkling them at him.

“You wouldn’t,” he dared, his eyes widening as a smile grew.

Before he knew it natasha lunged at him with incredible speed tickling at his sides. Bruce kicked and thrashed trying his best to evade the deathly tickles that Natasha was currently giving.

“O-kay, o-ookay, stoooop!” bruce couldn’t stop giggling as Natasha attacked every part of his body with playful tickles.

“I yield- i yield! We can have five more minutes,” He huffed, trying to compose himself after the fit of laughter.

Natasha smirked as Bruce layed back down next to her, feeling a rise of victory. She placed her head over his bare chest listening to his fastened heart rate slowing down, and couldn't help but humm in bliss as she then wrapped her arms his body. Him too humming back in response, as he hugged her back.

Those five minutes turned out to be half an hour.

Morning two:

Bruce awoke to the sound of the shower going in the room next to him, tiredly he looked over to the glowing clock on the bedside only for it to read 3:00am. He sighed, squinting at the direction of the shower, the door that was slightly ajar leaked a bit of light into the room that only just reached his eyes.

“‘Tasha?” He groggirly asked, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up.

He didn't get a response back and couldn’t help but get nervous. Was she okay? Did something happen? Did she always do this without him realising? Was something wrong? Was she planning on leaving without letting Bruce know? Before he knew it the door suddenly opened revealing Natasha in a oversized tee (that had actually belonged to Bruce but she loved it that much she stole it).

“Oh, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to wake you,” Natasha asked and bruce could immediately tell something was wrong simply by her voice as well as the red puffy eyes she now had.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, slowly getting himself up out of bed.

Nat shook her head, quickly wiping tears that fell from her eyes. God she felt pathetic. She hoped she didn't wake him up to deal with the humiliation.

“It’s nothing, don't worry about it. Just go back to sleep,” she softly smiled, turning the light off in the bathroom and hopped into bed.

“I love you,” Bruce said, breaking the silence that had filled the air after tucking himself back into bed.

Though Bruce couldn't see it in the darkness of the room, Natasha smiled.

“I love you too, big guy,”

And Bruce smiled back as well.

“Can you- can you hold me, Bruce?” Bruce couldn't help but break upon hearing her voice, she sounded so fragile.

“Of course, come here,”

Bruce held his arms out for Natasha to crawl in and held her close to him, making her feel protected like she always did every night.

And the two of them fell back into a beautiful abiss of deep sleep in each others loving arms.

Morning three:

“Natasha, honey?” Natasha awoke to the beautiful voice of her boyfriend as he currently stood above her, clearly dressed and fully awake.

“I’ve made breakfast for you,” He said, smiling upon her tired form as she wrapped her arms around her pillow.

Natasha smiled, opening her eyes to look up at Bruce’s soft features. She pulled herself slowly up, and raised her arms high over her head reaching out to Bruce like a toddler wanting their mother to carry them.

“You want me to carry you?” Bruce laughed, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side.

“‘m tired, pleaseee,” Natasha muttered, giving Bruce her best puppy dog eyes.

It obviously worked because Bruce couldn’t help but cave in to picking her up. So, with strong arms he slipped his hands up from underneath her and pulled her into a bridal style position. With much ease (as she was extremely light) he carefully carried her out of the darkly lit room into the kitchen, Nat couldn’t help but moan in pleasure upon smelling the delicious meal.

“My god, what have you been cooking?” she asked, Bruce smiling with proudness at his work.

“Just a little something, for a special someone,” he replied, kissing her upon the forehead before settling down on a stool at the marble island bench.

Natasha smirked and looked at the beautifully prepared dish in front of her, the smell of it completely putting her in a happy state of mind.

What currently laid in front of the spy was an amazingly prepared stack of red velvet pancakes, shaped into hearts, it honestly was beautiful.

Natasha basically scoffed all five of the pancakes that her loving boyfriend had placed on her plate, not able to stop. Just as she was about to grab another she was carefully grabbed around her waist and pulled up only to be held by Bruce.

“я люблю тебя” He whispered into her ears as he held her close, nibbling softly on her earlobes.

Natasha couldn't help but giggle softly, looking up into his brown chocolate eyes.

“I never knew you could speak russian, doc.” She acknowledged, impressed that her boyfriend could speak her native language.

“There are alot of things you don't know about me Miss Romanoff,” he smirked, kissing her forehead once again.

“Happy valentines day, sweetheart,”

“С Днем святого Валентина, девушка,” Bruce’s eyes slightly widened in panic a small awkward smile playing upon his lips and Natasha couldn't help but laugh.

“And here i was thinking you actually knew russian, you just google translated that didnt you?”

“Uh yeah- i was hoping that was good enough,” He grinned awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It was perfect,” She replied, giving him a peck on the cheek before stuffing the rest of the pancakes in her face.

Morning four:

Natasha couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh as she combed her beautiful silky red hair, barely even able to keep her eyes open any longer. yesterday the team had been on an extremely long mission and natasha couldn’t help but feel worn out and drained. She couldn't even imagine what was Bruce was going though, she knew how tired he was after being the Other Guy and normally needed a couple of days to find himself again.

Bruce stiffly walked behind Natasha and wrapped his strong arms around her abdomen, before resting his head in the crook of neck.

“Morning,” she announced, tugging at a few knots.

Bruce let out a deep ‘mm’ before nestling his head deeper into the crook. natasha smiled softly before taking bruce’s head and holding his head in her hands, looking into his tired eyes.

“You should be in bed, getting some rest.” Nat said, squishing his face together so Bruce looked like a fish. it made her giggle.

“Not without you,” he said through his squished cheeks.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” She replied before letting go of Bruce and smacking his behind as he groggily walked off, Bruce couldn't help but huff a laugh.

Morning five:

“Wakey, wakey, big guy you promised me you’d train with me this morning,” Bruce awoke to the hushed sounds of Natashas voice, waking him from his shallow sleeping state.

“C’mon, I'm not letting you off that easy. Your promised me, babe,” She continued softly shaking bruce trying not to scare him awake.

Bruce hummed in response, rubbing his tired eyes to try and awaken himself to conscious.

“I’ll meet you down there, give me 5,” He grumbled pulling himself up from bed, hanging his legs over the side.

“Alright but if you’re not there in 6-”

“You’ll kick my ass, i know dont worry,” Bruce stood slowly up and kissed Natasha on the cheek before hauling himself into a quick hot shower.

Natasha smirked happily to finally have won Bruce over to get him training with her. She was aware it was nerve racking for the doctor to do something that even remoted in using physical violence, but she knew he needed to do something other then locking himself up in his lab all day and night. And maybe with her help it could improve his control of the Other Guy.

Thankfully the training centre had been designed (courtesy of Tony) to be able to withdraw the strength of the Hulk, but still Bruce was still unsure.

In exactly 5 minutes Bruce anxiously walked into where Natasha was currently warming up, his hands nervously fidgeting with whatever he could to help ease the stress. He never liked doing things that may result in him changing but he knew the spy only wanted to help.

“Just on time,” Natasha called out, before standing up straight from lunging.

“I wouldn't risk getting my ass kicked by the Black Widow, i'm sure you’d even scare the other guy too,” He replied a small smile settling on his face as he looked his girlfriend up and down.

Seeing her in those gym clothes that accentuated her curves and hugged her figure beautifully made training not seem that bad after all.

Natasha chuckled, walking towards her tense boyfriend, her hips swaying with each passing footstep.

“Relax, you’ll be fine,” she told him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” He eyed the spy, trying to catch any piece of emotion that could remotely suggest that she was afraid or scared of what he was. but he saw nothing, just a soft loving smile that never failed to leave her damn beautiful face.

“Don’t worry about me Bruce, we’ll just do a quick warm up, come over here,” Natasha walked Bruce over to a boxing bag that hung from the roof.

“Punch it,” She told him, and so bruce struck the bag with such little force it hardly even moved in impact.

“You’re gonna have to punch harder than that big guy,” she chuckled, reaching bruce the correct stance and technique to properly punch it.

Bruce of course listened intently and followed his new training teacher.

As he began to punch the bag with the correct amount of force, he could feel the Other Guy swirl in interest around in his head.

he could feel the negative emotions he was currently pouring into the bag and the walls that he always kept up in his mind come crumbling down. he wasn’t focused and bruce couldn’t help for once feel free of not having to hold in such emotion.

The punch’s got heavier and heavier, bruce breathing quickening, turning into throaty grunts. natasha could see the glint of green glistening in his eyes.

“Okayyy, i think that’s enough of that.” Softly but quickly Natasha walked him away from the bag, rubbing her hands up and down his back. She didn't want him losing control just yet, she’d keep that for the part she gets to kick his ass.

Bruce’s quick shallow breaths slowly but surely calmed down after a few minutes of composing himself. He gave a serious look at Natasha, one that she easily read as the ‘i nearly changed and killed you’ look. She got that a lot.

When Natasha had asked Bruce to hit her, Bruce’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He could barely even form a straight sentences without stuttering.

“You want me to-,”

“Hit me, yes,” Bruce shook his head and put his hands up in defence.

“I am not going to hit you-” Before Bruce knew it he was striked in the nose with brutal force, caught completely off guard.

The Other guy roared to life once again but this time way more vital. Before it was easy to maintain him, he wasn't in any kind of distress or bad mood, but now. The hulk sensed a spike of hurt and panic wash over Banner and knew he had to take the wheel.

Bruce put his hands on his knees sucking in deep breaths trying to lock the beast back in the back of his mind, he knew Nat was only trying to help but he couldn't help but feel angry at her for putting herself at so much risk.

“Y-you need to get out of he-here,” Bruce struggled to say, he grunted and twitched and felt his body trying- begging to change.

“No, you can fight this Bruce, you need to learn to control it. Stop letting it control you,”

Stop letting it control you.

Bruce would have scoffed at that if he could. It had been controlling him is whole life, it wasn't ever going to stop doing that.

“Hey, look at me,” Bruce felt the soft hand of his girlfriend touch his back and instantly flinched. He looked into her soft but strong eyes as sweat begun to bead at his forehead at the amount of effort he used to control the beast that was just seconds away from exploding from him.

Natasha looked deeply into Bruce’s bright worried green eyes, she felt horrible for punching him but she knew she had to help bruce control the Other Guy. And she knew even if he did change, that the Hulk would never hurt her.

“The sun’s getting real low, big guy, there's no trouble today,” Natasha crooned, looking beyond Bruce’s eyes to the Hulk.

In a very Hulk like way, that he’d do every single transformation back into Banner, Bruce flinched his head back and closed his eyes. Thankfully his rugged breathing soon turned normal and Bruce was back to his normal tense self.

“Nat- that was... way too close,” He huffed, stretching back up to face her.

“But it was progress, you did great,�� she softly smiled.

“Now,” Natasha stood firmly and held her fists up.

“I want you to hit me,”

Thankfully that morning didn't end with Bruce changing into the Hulk.

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kookie-doughs · 1 year

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Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 17: Happy Valentines

Italic signed, Bold written

There you stood infront of Oikawa's table. Tendou and Ushijima's words repeating. You looked at his table full of cookies and then the cookies in your hand. You frowned, placed it and left.

You had already left the other boys their cookies in their tables.

You went to the gym. There was practice before classes after all. Maybe the coach wants to keep girls away from the boys by making them stink.

When you get there, you see Kyotani and Yahaba with the coach.

They wave at you and thank you for the cookies.

Coach was talking to Kyotani and him being himself wasn't listening.

You start preparing for the team's practice so you went to the lockers. You gave it a knock.

You then see all of the boys shirtless. It wasn't a unusual event for you so you didnt really care but the 1st years still get surprised and embarrassed. You could tell they hurriedly put their shorts on. They really need to make it more private. Good thing the number of times you've walked in on someone had gotten you used to these stuff.

You took out your pad of paper, "Can you hand me the towels and tumblers?"

The third years were the closest to them. They must've said something tonthe first years since none of them moved.

You didnt want to look at them since you knew they were going to scold you.

You felt something lifting your head. It was a bar of chocolate against your chin, Matsukawa with a smirk held a bar of chocolate and lift your head with it. He gave it to you.

"Happy valentines. "

His signing was faulty you could tell he just learned that.

Iwaizumi flicked your forehead and tossed you a chocolate.

"Thanks for the cookies."

He put his shirt and pulled Matsukawa and Hanamaki who were dressed.

"Dont take forever there Shittykawa!" You read him say.

Hanamaki tossed you a chocolate while Iwaizumi dragged him away. You went to grab the towel and tumbler.

Then you see a towel on a bench. You went over to grab it when a shadow loomed over you.

You turned at blushed seeing Oikawa with his short and still wet from the shower. Your face was burning. The heat from the shower was getting to you... totally.

"Blame Hanamaki. He thought it'd be a good idea to push me to a river. Now I have to spend all day in my jersey."

You just stared at him. Your heart was beating out of your chest.

Fuck. How are you not gonna have a crush on this man. Look at this Adonis man. This isn't even the first time you've seen him like that. Why are you acting like that now.

He waved his hand infront of your face snapping you out of your trance. He chuckled at the look you had.

"You okay?"

You handed him the towel you were gonna get. And head out of the lockers.

The boys outside were already warming up. You put down the towels on a free seat and went out to refill the water bottles.

There you saw a hoard of women with banners of Oikawa, boxes of sweets and letters. You look at the gym and thought.

Oikawa hates valentines. He's been firm about it. He's a people pleaser though. You also don't want girls fawning on him.

So you made up a lie.

You ran back to the gym, left the bottles and ran out without looking back with a pad of paper.

"Oikawa Tooru will not be accepting any valentines gift personally, please leave them all at his locker or table at class 3-A."

They read it.

"How am I supposed to profess my undying love for Oikawa-sama?!"

"Not again!!!! Why does he always do this?!"

So it seems that this isn't a new thing. When the crowd subsided, you turned around to see the 3rd years, Matsukawa and Hanamaki with a smirk.

"She just stole our job." Hanamaki laughed.

Your face flushed. Oikawa had a hint of blush that you didnt see because youre too bothered at your own.

"That's one less problem. Come one it's class time." Iwaizumi hit the boys' back. "Lets go"

You nodded.

They walked you to your class. You bowed at them but before you got away from them someone grabbed your arm.

Oikawa pulled out a chocolate from his bag. Your heart was screaming.

"Happy valentines." He smiled

Iwaizumi dragged him out of the hallway since the passer byers were starting to gather.

You walked to your class, your head all over the place. On your table was chocolates and some cookies, all from the boys in the team. Including Kyotani and Yahaba. You smiled and put them at your bag for classes to proceed.

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thelucashammings-blog · 6 years

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since ive been away for so long i wanted to give you all my professional and much asked for review of 5sos3

youngblood: *skip the first 15 seconds* SCREAMS AS LOUD AS I FREAKING CAN SAY YOU WANT ME BACK IN YOUR LIFE AND IM JUST A DEAD MAN IM CRAWLING TONIGHT

want you back: v nice but my attention is elsewhere in this album good bop when w other non 5sos stans

lie to me: lalalalallala so f***inggggg pretty cant stop listening to it bc im trash and im hoping this song will make me feel as pretty as it sounds

valentine: i think my second fav v v v v nice love the calum also i still have no idea what the lyric is when it says ‘ sksjfksn djsks throw the chocolate eclairs away’ pls someone let me know 10/10

talk fast: also my second fav song and also v good to scream to i also love the freedom of feeling like a badass singing ‘wont last im okayyy with that’ like yea im super independent and edgy (im not at all) but im cool also v upbeat and i really appreciate that 10/10

moving along: okay now we are moving into the unknown territory, basically i like this song a lot but i never really listen to it all the way through bc i get bored and wanna listen to other songs but i truly do love the first half 7/10

if walls could talk: every time i play this i still picture it to sound like halsey but it never does, its v groovy sounding i love the rhythm and everything but its not like a lets listen to it 10 times kinda song 8/10

better man: loooooove the vocals in this song the only thing thats meh is at this poing in the album im like, this is a lot of lovey dovey sit give me somethin else pls i need variety 6/10

more: this one is a lot like moving along the beginning is good but i never listen to it all the way through bc i get bored 6/10

why wont you love me: CAN I JUST SAY MASTERPIECE?! like omfg the background noises and the whhhhyyyYyyYyyyYY dont you loooooooove meeee is spot on great 10/10

woke up in japan: i do not get it but it sounds kinda sexy and hes v confident so i approve, i woke up in japan too 8/10

empty wallets: i have tried to listen to this song so many times and i just cant. trash. 0/10

ghost of you: i still havent listened to it yet bc people keep saying its sad like amnesia and i just havent been in the proper mood yet ya know? i just wanna experience it properly ?/10

monster among men: also sad but i like it its a little boppy but not super upbeat and im a monster so i feel included 7/10

meet you there: okay this one might possibly be my fav idk but i LOVE IT so boppy the breakdown is really cool and i love the sassiness and ughhh its just SO GOOD and v fun to sing highly recommend 11/10

babylon: i have no idea any of the words or lyrics in this song except for ‘babylon’ but boy is it a BOP like they go hard i really approve great way to end the album 9/10

okay that is all, i havent been in 5sos land in forever so PLEASE message me and tell me your thoughts on the album too im dying to know what everyone thinks

#5sos3 #5sos #youngblood #lh #ch #mc #ai #review

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woojinieemoved · 6 years

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Friends to Lovers!Kim Donghyun

member: kim donghyun // mxm

genre: fluff

writing type: bulletpoint

word count: 1.4k

a/n: lol im either gonna edit a bunch of my writings or just copy and paste so sorry if some look nice and some look crusty // this one is rewritten btw!

my masterlist

so it all started when you had a project in your first year of middle school

it was kinda big for a middle school class so your teacher randomly assigned people

and wow what a coincidence you got the one and only kim donghyun!!

you had no idea who he was so you assumed he probably went to another elementary school

meeting him wasn’t too awkward?? he was super smiley and spoke kinda loud but somehow you found comfort in that

ofc since you were partners for a project, you went to meet up at the library to do research

but like that ended REEEAAAAL quickly bcuz yall are too loud lol

first of all you werent even completely focused bcuz donghyun kept making super bad jokes that were funny as a middle schooler

you’d both be laughing so fuckin loud that the librarian would have to kick you out

well ok looks like you’re going to your house to do continue the research i guess

your parents were like “omg you brought a boy home is this your boyfriend” bcuz yeah boy + girl hanging out = dating according to everyone

you looked really disgusted and donghyun looked awkward

yall basically just met so why would you even think about that!! plus you’re in middle school you don’t care about dating yet

“guys you havent even said hi to him but you already made him uncomfortable he’s just my partner for this project we have to do in class”

even tho he felt awkward, he still kept his happy, polite self and introduced himself to your parents

since it was probably a bad idea to go back to the library, donghyun would frequently come over to finish the project

your parents grew to like him more (and so did u ;) ) and him coming over would be normal now

even after you finished the project, you guys basically became super close and you would hang out alot outside of school

every year, the both of you would be praying that you’d be in the same class

if you werent, you’d be late to your classes bcuz you dont want to separate yet

until the bell rings again then you’re dashing your ass down the hall

now it wasnt until you got into highschool where people were more serious and fuckin drastic

being the major flower boy that he is, he snatched the hearts of so many girls in school

this means a shit ton of chocolates on the day of valentines !!

for him atleast lol

you never complained about not being able to get chocolates because he always shared the chocolates he got with you

but like you also knew that some girl would be brave enough to call him out to confess to him

you may have accidentally walked in on some of them mid-confession

slams door open

“donghyun where the hell are you we need to get the limited edition plush at the arcade and you know damn that’s gonna take fore- oh”

oops awkward for all of you

aaaaanndd since this is highschool some girls are petty as hell and will be like “i’ll do anything it takes to be with oppar11!!!1!1″

so you occasionally get bullied

frequently

woops they spilled juice on your notebook

woops they thought your textbook was trash

oh no where did your bag go- its outside?? and the window is open??

it took a while for donghyun to notice that you were getting bullied by his fangirls

ok in reality he only noticed because you started to distance yourself from him because of it

dh: y/n? where are you? i thought we were gonna go to the cafe

you: oh right sorry i had to go to the library for hw

dh: library??? homework??? ok its super obvious thats a lie where are you

you: wow can i not be responsible without being suspicious im just trying to pass highschool

dh: :/

dh: i know you’ve been lying alot lately y/n whats going on

you: well idk if youre just blind or stupid but your dumb fangirls are getting in my way and its annoying having to deal with them

dh: fangirls? what have they been doing? why do you have to stop hanging out with me?

you: ok youre just dumb...

dh: omg are you getting bullied

you: yes you idiot those fangirls of yours are brutal

dh: y/n..... im sorry.. i didn’t see that

you: yeah i know its been happening for months

dh: well i’ll treat you to food to make you feel better so hurry and get to the park

you: but im at home

dh: you live 3 minutes away from the park

you: im already in bed with snacks and netflix

dh: ok fine i’ll come over then

you: wait get ice cream before you come back

dh: yeah yeah ok

you wait a good 8 minutes and hear your door slamming open, your bed bouncing from donghyun whale flopping onto it

“you got the ice cream?”

he holds up the bag and says “right here”

“ok good lets make a fort now”

“why?”

you stared at him blankly

“perfect reason i’ll get the blankets”

he gets up and runs to the hallway closet, grabbing the extra blankets your family keeps

you get up to find as many extra pillows so that you can use it to support the fort

takes yall a good 25 min to do but its worth it

you snuggle up under the fort and start to eat your slightly melted ice cream

after like 3 movies, your eyes start to get heavy since you’re warm under the blankets and donghyun’s arms

donghyun was pretty immersed in the movie so he didnt see you slowly drift off to sleep

it wasnt until he was going to make some sort of witty comment to you about what was happening in the current scene

your cheek was pressed against his chest and your arms balled up in front of you

he smiles to himself and grabs his phone next to him to snap some pics of your sleeping face

he figured he should just go to sleep too since you arent awake to make dumb comments about the movie anymore

he closes your laptop and gently holds you to place your head on the pillow and shimmies himself to lay down as well

boom now you’re both dead asleep and snuggly

ok fast forward in time

its your senior year and yall r kinda burnt tf out bcuz of college applications and scholarships

but wow its valentines again!!!11!

you were prepared to see donghyun struggling to carry a ton of chocolates but instead you were greeted to him holding a bouquet of roses and a bucket of fried chicken

“did someone give you chicken for valentines? is that their way of not being like everyone else and giving you chocolates”

he lets out a nervous laugh and steps closer to you

“no, but its my way of not being like everyone else”

he holds out the bouquet and chicken in front of you

you stare at him like ??? lol ok

“wow is this finally my own gift of appreciation this year”

“in some sort, yeah”

“awwww thanks best friendddddd” you lightly smacked his arm and took the things from his hands

before you could take the time to look at the roses, donghyun grabbed your wrists and looks at you dead straight in the eyes

your heart sped up but you tried to make a joke to make it look like you werent nervous

“what do you want me to share the chicken?”

“y/n can i kiss you”

“wait what-”

he just goes in and plants his lips on top of yours

not too roughly tho

it was like a soft pillow on your lips and you did not pull away or complain at all

you leaned forward a bit to deepen the kiss since you couldnt really grab him or anything

cuz yaknow

ya got chicken and a bouquet occupying your hands

donghyun got the hint and hesitantly placed his hands on your hips

eventually the both of you couldnt breath so you pulled away and stared at each other

“im sorr-”

“shut up you absolute dork i cant believe you kissed me first before even saying anything” you teased

he shoved his face into your shoulder out of embarrassment and laughed

but it was all a scheme

he used that chance to whisper right into your ear:

“i love you y/n”

now its you shoving your face into his chest from embarrassment

“i hate you so much kim donghyun,...”

me too y/n, me too.....

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my-life-is-so-fuc-ed-up69 · 3 years

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Happy bad luck day aka valentine's day. I dont hate valentine's day because im single like everyone eles.... I hate it because i definantly fail/ get disappointed alot more on this day. Christmas too but lets focus on this one.

Exhibit A Elementary school:

1) As a kid some how when we would have to give valentines to the class. I would never have left over candy because I have always been in the overflow class....Ya know... The class that they put the extra kids in that schools will tell you isnt a thing but we all know it is. Numbers look something like 29, 34, and 40 😒

2) I somehow by the end of the day I lost my good candy... But kept the little card with my name misspelled on it.... I was left with the hard candy that tasted like medicine never chocolate 😒

3) If I had to switch classes or schools right before. I wasnt on roll for like 4 months or the whole year after i got there. Because the teachers got the names if all the kids from there... And forgot to write me in. Those times i was skipped compleatly or the kid beside me would have a special card for me, which i loved that they noticed😀. Or the kid whos mom made them bring extra candy would the give me what they had left, which i hated in silence 😶

4) The damn teacher would announce it and I would have rather been forgotten then been the center of a kindergarten pissing contest 🙄 now i gotta make up a lie to my mom about why almost all my cards have someone eles name on it. Yes mom i lied but I was gonna be pissed if you called the school

Exhibit B Middle school:

We stopped the "give valentines to the whole class" thing. Yay. Still had a "party" tho. Watch a good movie with snacks. Awesome. But now everyone was getting boobs and boners and id have to listen to the couples sneak kisses or talk thru the whole damn movie😒. I stopped going to school on valentine's by choice after that.

Exhibit C Highschool

Now i had to find my own valentine... I didnt like anyone really so that means I have to ask or be asked. I would useually ask my friends to be my valentines but if the opportunity came for them to have a date i was alone. This happened alot. The one time i gave up on my friends and asked my crush at the time to be my valentine. I was determined to finally celabrate how I wanted even if I had to pay for and plan it myself.... After he said no to me because the girl he was actually into beat me to the punch. I looked around my room and felt awful. I had already gotten his gift so I wouldnt have to rush to get one if he said yes. I had also planned a date after school i knew he'd love. After i was rejected i gave away the movie tickets and canceled the special things i had planned thru out the day. But the gift was custom made for him. I wanted him to have some parts of it even if he had said no. That morning I went as planned. Gave him the gift with my silly poem I wrote. After that I avoided him all day. The only good thing that came out of that was spending time with her and the fact that I his day. He had also had a crappy valentines day.

Exhibit D present day

My valentine's day started at work. Litterally. I dropped my glassed in the toilet and ripped my beany at about 12 that night. Sad right. As the day went it got worse. I shared my bed, got yelled at for being emotional, and ran out of cigarettes. Later I hurt my shoulder. This is only the morning. By mid afternoon i was mad so i decided to relax myself with a bath and sone food before bed... I got called into work... No sleep for me.... Now im at work and i cant wait for valentine's day to be over so i can get some sleep.

So yeah its not my favorite. My overall feeling about it is that it shouldn't even really be a "holiday". If we can even call it that. Its just romanticizing a planned day where your required to show someone you care. But you shod do that every day in my opinion. But hey in the spirit that these last few hours are good for everyone eles. Happpy valentine's day beautiful people.

~ lucky pleather jacket

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chillihansol · 7 years

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Unspoken Feelings ; W O O Z I

[ bestfriend!jihoon x reader ]

word count: 1429 genre: fluff a/n: alright, im leaving y’all with a long one bc i’ll be leaving tomorrow so im not sure when to post one of the reqs. and my exams are slowly approaching yikes hehe im sorry in advance, especially for those who sent their reqs! but i promise to work on them so dont yall worry. i worked hard on this one so i hope y’all like it! oh and thank you anon for requesting!! shamelessly tagging @lunarjihoon haha let me hide under the rock after u read this ily

3: “I was wondering if you like me.” 10: “You’re my first, and hopefully my last.” 16: “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

The cold air coming from the air conditioner touched my delicate skin, making me rest my nape on the edge of the soft chair. The very sweet and calming hum of the guy sitting across, added my sensation of being alive. His song was everything, even with the absence of its words. My eyelids started to feel heavy from the mix of different notes coming from his mouth. Then something came up to my mind.

Recalling the day Jihoon and I first met, I didn’t really like him at all.

It was our Senior Year in high school when I’d been elected as the president of English club. My position was of course very overwhelming, but the other members of the club had told me that I deserved it. So I believed them even when I doubted my abilities. Our club obviously didn’t happen to be the only club at school, there we have the Drama Club, Sports Club, Science Club, Math Club, and a lot more. But let’s not forget the club where Lee Jihoon belonged, the Music Club. Lee Jihoon, also known as the president of the said club, was assigned to participate for the upcoming Valentine’s Day. His members were very much worried by their assignment, for they knew that their dear president never had an experience with all the chocolates and flowers. Jihoon’s talent with producing music was very known and beyond the mind of every composer, but the task given to him was toughest stuff for him. Sure he’s fine with all the accompaniment, sounds, melodies, rhythms, everything but the lyrics. So, what did our dearest Music Club president do? He stole one of our poems, specifically my poem.

I only found out what happened a week after he sneaked inside the Drama Club’s room. Everything was done. He already made a song using my poem. I didn’t let it slide so I barged inside their room to confront him. I was filled with anger that I could totally punch him in the face, but I didn’t. I didn’t, because he told me how much he loved my words. He told me that he felt the everything flowing on my speech. He told me that my works were nothing but a tangible masterpiece.

So that incident was unexpectedly what brought us together. And I’ve been liking him ever since that.

“Your poems are slowly turning into something else.” I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard him speak from the side.

I turned my head to look at him. He was holding a bunch of papers, staring at them as if it was a newly existed material.

‘What do you notice?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“It’s starting to get lame.“ He said, pursing his lips to prevent from laughing.

I playfully kicked his knees which were only a meter away from me.

“No, seriously. You can do better than this.” He removed his gaze from the paper then nodded at me.

“What’s changing?” My eyebrows knitted as I asked him.

He softly tossed the papers on my lap before intertwining his fingers together. “Your words. They’re very different.” He almost whispered. “I know you’ve written love poems before, but these are very new to me. They’re starting to get alive, as if you’re really writing them from your heart.”

I gulped, resting my right foot on top of his thigh. “I didn’t know that it’s very noticeable.” My lips pouted a little.

“Actually, I’ve been noticing your works for three months now. I didn’t tell you at first because I thought you were only trying something new. But as the months passed by, they were getting deeper.” He said. I looked down at the papers on my lap. “Are you dating someone?”

“WHAT? No, what are you talking about?” I exclaimed louder than expected. My hands flew over my mouth when Jihoon glared at me.

“You seem like you’re dating someone. Do you even read your works?”

“You know that I don’t put my emotions in my works.” It’s the truth. I write my poems from the things around me, never from what I feel. But when I told myself that I’m in love with the man sitting across me, I changed the tradition.

He looked at me sternly, observing the way I behaved. I caught a glimpse of his clenched jaw as I removed my foot from his thigh to put it back on the floor. “This one sucks.” He muttered, reaching for a paper that was resting on top of the keyboard and waved it in front of my face. “His lips?” He read the title. He reached for another paper from the stack of my poems, piled neatly at the corner. “His eyes? Goodness, I wonder what that guy looks like.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“He’s cute, very manly in my opinion.” I replied in retort, spinning my chair to avoid his gaze.

“Two seconds ago you said that you weren’t dating.”

“I’m not!"

“Then who’s this guy?”

His very unfamiliar tone made me turn my head to him. I flashed him a look of annoyance, and he raised an eyebrow at me. “That folder I gave you last week,” I said, pointing at the piece of cardboard resting beside his action figures. “It’s the compilation of my ‘lame’ works. If you read all of them and you’re smart enough, you’ll find out who.”

“I’ve read it.” He quickly replied. His simple response made me hitch a breath. “That’s why I was wondering if you like me.”

I tried shaking off my nervousness and replied casually. “It’s too obvious that those are my confessions.” I turned my chair to face the other side of the room.

The atmosphere filled with deafening silence, even our breaths were inaudible for we were both holding them in ourselves. My chair spun in one swift pull of Jihoon, making me face him.

His eyes, full of the things that I love about him, locked with my empty ones as he leaned closer to my face. I took a glance on his lips, the part of his face that I wrote about. Then back to his eyes, my favorite of all. I wonder what the world looks like through his eyes.

“You could’ve told me sooner.” His was voice low, sending shivers down my spine.

“You know I can’t. I’m not good with saying those things verbally.” I replied very timidly, which made him break into the smile that fulfills my day.

“That’s why I stole your poem on that day.” He said. “Because you could tell everything through your written words. And I think that’s the most attractive thing someone can do.”

I grabbed confidence from nowhere. “So you’re implying that you find me attractive?” I grinned at him.

“No.” He said. “You’re beyond attractive. You have no idea how many times I tried writing a song about you, and your face, and your words, and your lips, and everything about you. Just, you.”

“Why didn’t you finish one?” I asked softly.

“Because I’d like to write about your lips. You have no idea how much they're distracting me, even right now. I wanted to say how it feels like to have your lips against mine, but I couldn’t, because I’ve never kissed anyone before.” His expression changed into sadness and frustration, which broke my heart.

“Then do it.” I commanded him.

“What?” He flustered.

“Kiss me.” I said simply. “Then I could help you write the song.”

In a split second, his soft lips crashed onto mine. Everything that I wrote about his lips was not a lie. Everything, how it feels, its perfect shape, its fitness to my own lips, its taste, his taste, they’re all fulfilling my assumptions.

Both of our shared kiss lingered right before we pulled away. I looked at him to see the same expression that I expected him to have, and it made my heart plunge into the sea of love.

“Should we start the song?” I bit my lower lip, slightly savoring his taste.

“You’re not going to help me. Let my write my own experience.”

“That’s my first kiss.” I shrugged.

“You’re my first, and hopefully my last.” He stated seriously before turning away to grab a piece of paper and a pen.

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