#help I’m at the restaurant and it’s locked all the exits are blocked

[abitcaughtinthemiddle]

They are the lovers

Credit: @fordeancas

[mikupink]

Shouldn't Have Trusted Me 〜 (Albedo x Reader)

!! NSFW !!

You have been warned.

• Word count: 2k

• Imposter Albedo, Female reader, Smut, Drug use (Aphrodisiac), Modern AU

A thick pile of graded English papers sat neatly upon your desk as you stretched your arms out above your head and leaned back in your chair. Checking the time on your watch, it read 5.44pm. Today happened to be a special day. For dinner you were going to go eat at a fancy restaurant with Albedo, who was the chemistry teacher also working at the same school. It was quite a hot topic at first amongst the students to know that you and Albedo were dating. Some students, especially female students, were disappointed and crushed that their cute chemistry teacher was taken. But still, that fact did not stop the staggering amount of females over males taking chemistry.

But how did it start? When was it known? Albedo had requested that you keep your relationship with him low-key and to act appropriately with him while in school. It just so happened that one day he seemed like he couldn’t keep it in his pants. He caught you alone in the staff room, whispering in your ear and feeling you up. Saying that he dreamt of pulling your pants down or skirt up and ruining you during school hours. Forcing you to walk around with quivering legs, panties soaked and filled with his cum. Unfortunately two students, Bennett and Fischl, had witnessed Albedo’s actions (while thankfully not hearing exactly what he said). 

Albedo often brushed off his female students but now he had been drinking in the attention. While you did feel relieved that your relationship was known, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Albedo’s mind… It almost felt like he was a different person…

Grabbing your things, you locked up your classroom and headed over to the Chemistry block. There were barely any students around, which was quite normal but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach… something that felt off…

Relief flooded in you as you noticed the lights were on in one of the chemistry labs. Albedo had already told you that he was finishing an experiment and that you should not wait for him and head home, and he’d take you to dinner soon. Glancing through the window of the door, you opened it slowly, eyes searching for Albedo. He was nowhere to be found in the room. Instead there was a small blue flower in a pot, sitting on top of a bench. A whopperflower. It bounced around in the pot until it took notice of you. Normally whopperflowers of such a small size posed no threat. But this particular whopperflower began to grow. Rapidly.

You were frozen in shock. The exit was only a few metres behind you but you were too afraid to turn around and let such a monster out of your sight, even for a second. The whopperflower shook, thin appendages revealed themselves. All of a sudden it came towards you, gripped the sleeve of your coat and pulled. You quickly discarded the coat and ran for the door. You reached out, your hand grabbing the door handle when you felt the sticky appendages snake around your body, pulling and tearing apart the fabric of your clothes. Suddenly the pulling disappeared completely. A shadow cast over you.

You looked over your shoulder and gazed up at Albedo, sword in hand, and sliced off the whoppperflower’s appendages. The fight was short; your vision was blurry with tears of relief, as you hugged yourself, in your shredded clothes. Albedo kneeled down in front of you and placed his own coat on your shoulders. Albedo being the gentleman that he is, helped you up and patted your back as you sobbed on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry... Please forgive me for not saving you sooner,” Albedo whispered gently into your ear. “It’s okay now, you’re safe,” he had wrapped his arm around you and caressed you softly. Eventually your tears stopped, while Albedo, patiently and very gently held you against him.

“Perhaps… some tea would calm you…” He suggested, to which you shook your head.

“I’m feeling fine now… thank you, Albedo.” You smiled weakly at him after pulling away from his embrace.

Albedo didn’t return your smile. “But I insist… I can clearly feel you still shaking. There’s a new type of tea I want to brew for you, I know you’ll feel much better after drinking it.” He began to caress your cheek. How could you say ‘no’ now?

Soon you and Albedo were heading to the staffroom, he unlocked the door and let you enter first. You were resting on the couch as he brought you the tea he mentioned. You brought the teacup to your nose and sniffed. “It smells nice,” you commented before taking a sip. It didn’t taste bad but it didn’t taste exceptionally good either. After you downed the cup, you noticed Albedo just staring at your face, as if waiting for something to happen. When you met eyes with him, he smiled and caressed your cheek. You leaned into his touch and suddenly felt drowsy. Your lips parted, wanting to question him about the tea but his face drew closer. Albedo pressed his mouth against yours, shoving his tongue between your parted lips, but you were unable to kiss back. Tiredness overwhelmed you and you fell against him, your eyes closing into sleep.

You couldn’t tell how long it had been between the time you passed out and suddenly finding yourself in Albedo’s bed. Your body felt tired as you tried to get up from the bed, noticing that someone had taken your clothes off and left you in just your underwear. You managed to sit up, only to have your head grabbed and face pushed against the pillows.

“How naughty… Were you trying to leave?” A voice whispered.

You turned your face so that your cheek rested on the pillow. “Albedo, what are you doing? What about dinner?”

“Oh…” came Albedo’s reply, “The tea I had you drink should have alleviated your hunger… as well as another effect.” He caressed your hair before moving his hand down your neck, your back, until he reached your ass and gave a sharp slap to it. You gasped his name out when he did that. You felt him grabbing your thighs and spreading them, the tip of his finger now sliding against your clothed pussy. “Already so wet…” he chuckled as he began to rub you through your panties. “Can you feel it?” He said as he rubbed you faster. “The way your panties are soaked…” you moaned as his hand moved to rub over your clit. The room was quiet except for your moans and the squelching sound of your wet panties.

You tensed up and trembled as you came in your panties. You heard Albedo chuckle again. “Your first orgasm…”

You turned your body slightly to look back at him. “Albedo… how could you change our plans like this…” You sighed, still feeling the effects of your orgasm. You didn’t quite like how Albedo seemed to do whatever he wanted now, yet it felt exciting and new.

He pushed your body back to lie on your stomach again. “Don’t turn around. Just stay like that,” he said sternly.

You sighed and laid your cheek on the pillow. “Fine.”

Albedo pulled your panties completely off of you. “Ah…” he leaned closer, his nose coming into contact with your pussy as he took a deep breath and moaned. “You smell so good…”

Your face grew hotter in response, muttering his name and feeling embarrassed that he sniffed you for the first time down there.

His tongue peeked out from between his lips as he lightly licked over your slit before steadily increasing the pressure with each lick. You moaned into the pillow as his tongue slowly entered your pussy. Your hands came to clench at the pillows as Albedo began to tongue fuck you mercilessly as he pinched and rubbed your clit. Your thighs came to close against his head but he pushed one of your thighs so he was undisturbed. His ministrations led you to become an overstimulated, quivering mess, as you came on his tongue. When Albedo sat up after licking up your juices, he began to run his hands up and down your back, as if to soothe you… or to prepare you for what came next…

Albedo pulled at his clothes, discarding them hastily before grabbing and rubbing your hips. You let out a small giggle. “Someone’s impatient…”

He smiled at your words, his mouth coming down to kiss the nape of your neck. “Of course I’m impatient. I have a beautiful woman ready for me to make mine…” as he whispered these words, his lips inched toward your ear, kissing a trail until he began to lick and suck at the area behind your ear. You shuddered as you replied back. “I thought I was already yours…?”

It was as if something flared inside him as your words sunk in. He snaked his arms to your front and groped at your breasts. He breathed against your ear as he said, “yes… you’re mine…” His cock slipped inside you slowly, while groaning in your ear.

You breathed deeply as his cock slowly fucked you, gasping as Albedo’s fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples. You pushed your hips back harshly, as if getting revenge for him bullying your sensitive nipples. He grunted before picking up the pace, one of his hands sneaking down to play with your clit. With so much stimulation, you came on his cock, but he didn’t stop. Your quivering cries were falling on deaf ears as Albedo was chasing his release. The only sounds in the room were your moans and whimpers and the wet, loud sounds of sex. His cock twitched deep inside your pussy, as he littered lovebites on the side of your neck. “A-Albedo…!” You squirmed as he mercilessly pounded into you, your cries turning into chokes as his hand gripped your neck. “You’re mine…” Albedo whispered as he finally released his cum, painting your insides.

You were panting and breathing heavily as he pulled out his cock and smeared some of his cum on your ass. Sensing this was the end, you tiredly turned around to lay on your back and your legs brushed against his body while moving around. Eyeing your breasts, Albedo leaned down and laid his face against them, sighing contentedly. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close and kissing his sweaty forehead.

“Let’s have another round,” he suddenly said as he flipped your body so you were on top of him instead.

“But I still haven’t recov—” you stopped yourself as your gaze settled on his neck. The moonlight shone through the window and you took notice of the missing star-shaped mark on his skin. “Why did you get it removed?” You asked as you touched his neck.

Albedo grabbed your hips and began teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. “It’s simple. That mark did nothing but show how imperfect I was. So I got rid of it.”

“That’s so unlike you, Albe— ah…” you had to cut yourself off as you felt his cock slide into you, balls deep, again.

He caressed your cheek and pulled your face close to his as he fucked you slowly and deeply. “Did you say it was unlike me…?” His pace began to get harder and rougher as he gripped one of your hips and pushed against the back of your head to capture your lips in a needy kiss. Albedo forced his tongue into your mouth as he rubbed your clit with his thumb. Combined with his rough fucking, you soon squirted all over his cock as you panted against his mouth. Unable to hold yourself up, you slumped on top of him while his hips came to a stop.

“Such a mess,” Albedo remarked. “I haven’t cummed yet… what to do…” he pondered before smirking. His fingers gripped your ass, his middle finger sinking between the cheeks to poke at your rear hole.

“Maybe I’ll fill you here next.”

Also posted on AO3. Do not share, copy, translate.

Note: Shadows Amidst Snowstorms event lives in my head even after 2 years. I wrote this after I got a sleep paralysis dream with fake Albedo forcing his cock in my ass. The blue whopperflower also appeared in my dream so that scene was based off of my dream.

Thank you for reading <3

[capndesdesdestiny]

below is js a thing I’m writing ab graves and fem!reader meetin at a bar in San Antonio

hehe this is so dumb.. also I’m a yapper so this is only part 1: initial meeting (no smut.. yet. freak mode loading)

You had never been to Texas before, having been born and raised in Vegas, but as your Uber from the airport glided through the streets of San Antonio, you started thinking all the flashy desert cities got that same seedy vibe.

You had flown in for a good friend’s wedding taking place here on Tuesday, though today was Thursday- you got excited and came a few days early because you’d never been so far from home before, so this was a good opportunity to do some sightseeing. (It was also nice to get some time off of work and get wasted.)

As you neared downtown, you stared out the window, eyes flitting over crumbling remnants of what once was. Dusty brick buildings, churches, littered construction equipment and blocked off alleys. As your Uber neared your hotel, there were more office buildings and tourist spots in your peripheral vision, but you were distracted by your phone at this point, checking to make sure you were dropped off at the correct location.

You’re quickly dropped at the lobby of the swanky looking joint, and your Uber driver helps you get your suitcase out from his trunk, before hurriedly leaving with a small wave goodbye. You check in with the front desk, grab your room card, and head up the elevator, the lack of cigarette stench a pleasant surprise.

You exit the elevator at the top floor, roaming down the hall until you reach your room. The door lock clicks open as you tap your card to the sensor. You let out an amused whistle as sleek modern themes fill your sight. Your gaze roams over a neat desk under a flat screen tv, a fluffy queen bed, a glass nightstand with a small matching lamp, and a comfy recliner next to the wall to wall window, beautifully overlooking… the back of the hotel next door. You shut the door behind you, setting your suitcase by the bed and shrugging your sweatshirt off before wandering into the bathroom. You’re quick in shoving your pants down and hunching over the toilet to piss with your eyes closed, your body weary from your flight.

Soon enough you’re lounging on the bed, clicking your phone on. It’s 7PM now, so while most of the historical spots you’d seen online were closed, you remember your good friend had told you about a pretty river walk with tons of restaurants and bars, and now that you’re looking at it from your maps app, it’s really not a long walk from your hotel.

You slip out of your bummy airport outfit, take a quick shower, and switch the previous walmart fit for a cute sundress and a cropped long sleeve cover. Your hair was almost dry, but even at this time of night you were certain that that summer Texas air was going to dry it up in seconds, much like the air back home. You do your makeup real nice in the bathroom mirror, that signature look that got all your drinks paid for. Once ready, you quickly grab your purse and leave the hotel, stepping out into the busy night.

You use your maps app to walk from your hotel down towards the river walk. The first thing you see as you approach is the pretty lights, shining over various bridges and stone staircases leading groups down by the water. It was a long ass river, and as you make your descent down a staircase you are welcomed by the long stretches of businesses on each side of it. You walk by the river for a while, taking pictures of the bridges, the restaurants, and a few ducks that waddle past you. Groups of friends and family bustle around you as you venture further down the stretch, doing pretty much the same as you. It’s not until you reach a large bar and grill, with live music inside and out, those beautiful lush blue lights shining all around it, that you really stop in place. One more picture of the view, then you quietly step in for a drink.

It’s pretty busy this time of night, the chatter around the tables and bar almost as loud as the jazz band playing on a stage in the corner. You take a seat at the bar, a couple empty stools to your left, and a large group of friends laughing loudly to your right. You patiently wait for your turn to order, though you knew it would probably take a while for the bartender to get through everyone else.

As you wait, you’re blissfully taking in the sights and sounds around you, watching the jazz band in the corner play as you sway your head a little to the soft music. Throughout this moment, though, you start to feel eyes on you, a gaze that burns through the back of your head, watching your every move, studying you. However, you ignore the feeling, enjoying the music as you tap the back of your foot against your stool and sway.

When the bartender finally reaches you, she smiles down at you, her voice shaking you out of your spaced out gaze towards the jazz band. You turn to meet her eyes as she says, “What can I get for you, my dear?”

You clear your throat, almost forgetting what you wanted before you speak, pointing down at a picture on the menu as you do, “Could I get this margarita, the purple one? Looks so yummy.”

She laughs and nods, putting your order in, “Of course, I’ll have that right out.”

You mouth a ‘thank you’ before pulling out your phone, waiting for your drink. You feel that weird feeling again, this strong feeling that someone’s watching you, hiding amongst the crowds of chattering patrons. You set your phone down to look around, when out of the blue a hand comes to rest on the counter to your left, making you jolt.

When you look up beside you, a tall glass of dirty blonde hair and dark blue peepers is pulling up to the seat right next to you, despite another empty one residing a seat away. You couldn’t be annoyed at the fact he could’ve left a gap, since you had done the same to your counter neighbor on your right. Though as you take a second to look him over, you’re increasingly aware of how fine this man is. He’s got a real nice build, and the way that dress shirt fits over his muscles.. the cowboy hat, boots, and belt to finish.. the lighting of the bar bathing his features in a soft blue.. it has your eyes lingering way too long.

He looks over at you as he takes his seat, silently watching as you space out on him, not even noticing him looking at you in return. His eyes peek at you from the side as he settles, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Your drink, ma’am, enjoy,” the bartender’s soft voice snaps you out of your ogling, and she sets a pretty purple margarita down in front of you. It quickly shifts your attention and makes your mouth water with thirst.

“Sorry, thanks so much,” you mutter and take a sip of the drink as the man next to you laughs. You realize you had been staring at him for almost a minute. The sound of his laugh echoes in your head as your ears redden from embarrassment, having been caught checking out a stranger. You try to ignore him as you sip your margarita- which is amazing by the way- but he draws your attention back towards him with a wave of his hand as he holds back another laugh.

“Hey.. I didn’t come to laugh at ya by the way, I don’t mind the attention.. I watched you walk in earlier and thought I’d try my luck at catchin yours, actually, so I’m pretty damn happy..” his voice is a sweet country drawl that rings through your soul, his striking blue eyes capturing you with a stare that has your thighs clenching.

You folded your hands in your lap as you struggled to maintain eye contact, shaking off your previous embarrassment to answer back. “Ah, I’m flattered, thank you,” you take another sip of your margarita before deciding to continue honestly, “you look good.. I like your outfit.”

“I figured, from the staring, or else I probably got something on my face,” he chuckled as his gaze raked down over your dress, then quickly flickered back up to your face, “you’re gonna make me blush, sweetheart.. you look beautiful, what might you be celebrating tonight?”

You clear your throat, playing with the straw of your drink as you look away, “Ah, I was actually just checking out the river walk, I saw this place and thought it was nice.. and a pretty excuse for some drinks.”

He lets out another chuckle at that, quickly ordering a Lone Star from the draft before he shifts in his seat to face you. “So, you’re not from around here, I’m guessing?”

You nod your head, “Yeah, I’m here for a wedding next week, and I have a few days to explore the town and whatnot. I head back home right after the wedding so I’m trying to make the most of my time here.”

He nods at that, he sees an opening. “I wish you were stayin longer, I’d love to get to know a pretty little thing like you.” The bartender passes his glass to him and he takes a long sip, gaze still stuck on you from over the rim.

You can’t help but smile, he was a real charmer. Though you were used to being hit on, and thoroughly skilled in rejecting unwanted attention, when it came to flirting back you were a lost cause. That dad vibe he had going on was slowly breaking your guard down, however, for better or for worse.

“Oh stop it, you’re making me nervous..,” your smile widens as you bat your eyes at him jokingly, “so, um, you’re local? Born and raised here, then?” You hide behind your marg, taking small sips.

His eyes lower a little as you blink up at him, and he bites his lower lip a little, cheesing. He shifts in his seat, his elbow on the counter as he drinks his beer. “Yup. Was out of town for work for a while, so I’m glad to be back home. Why, you curious ‘bout me?” He flashed you a sly smile, his eyes wrinkling slightly at the corners.

You cross one leg over the other, giving him your full attention now as you play with your straw. A blush sneaks onto your cheeks as you sway a little on your stool. “I guess you could say that… what do you do for work, if I might ask?”

“I’m, uh,” there was a small pause as he thought about how to word this, taking a swig from his drink, “I’m a contractor, of sorts.”

“Oh! That’s cool! I’m sure that pays well, right?” You curse at yourself for being so awkward. You wave politely at the bartender. It’s time for another drink.

“Mm, it’s not bad,” he murmured lowly. The pay was amazing. But he wasn’t exactly keen on talking about work right now. Nor was he able to go into the finer details, as he had just returned from committing war crimes overseas for two months. He ordered another beer, watching you swing your legs and avoid eye contact. “By the way, I don’t think I got your name, darlin’..”

“Oh! Shit, that slipped my mind, I’m sorry,” you tell him your name, “..and you?”

“Call me Phil, hon.”

end of pt 1

hope this was okay for now o(^▽^)o I’ll continue this some other time

[itzynabi]

eve & hyo’s one step vacation episode 3

released: 8 nov 2023

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mention of food

an: words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist // eve & hyo’s one step vacation

“Now we can begin our day,” Eve commented when she and Hyoyeon buckled their seatbelts.

Hyoyeon started the car as her eyes flitted to the time on the head unit. “It’s one in the afternoon.”

“One PM is the new eight AM,” Eve supplied. “Let’s start the day!” She cheered.

“Let’s start the day!” Hyoyeon echoed.

She drove away from their house, going back to the central part of the small town they were in. Parking the car to the side of the street, they exited.

“Yunhui halmeoni’s restaurant is a block away from here,” Hyoyeon commented. She shouldered her handbag, Eve doing the same.

Eve chuckled. “Are we going to recognise places from how far they are from Yunhui halmeoni’s restaurant?”

“It’s our only hope of survival,” Hyoyeon joked. “Without that, we won’t know anything.”

“She’s like our north star,” Eve said. “Our true north,” she corrected. “Our north compass?” She asked, looking to Hyoyeon for assistance.

Hyoyeon shook her head. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Unnie, you know it,” Eve whined as they started walking. “It’s that thingy where north is always the same or something.”

“I don’t know it!”

“You should, though.”

They walked on the sidewalk, looking at the scenery of the town. Hyoyeon locked the car again, not remembering if she had already done that.

“I like this place!” Eve exclaimed excitedly. “I should move here when I’m older.”

Hyoyeon gaped at Eve. “Agassi,” she said in a teasing tone, “you’ve been here for less than twenty-four hours. You can’t just decide to move already.”

Rolling her eyes, Eve sighed. “I guess.”

“The only place you know is Yunhui halmeoni’s restaurant,” Hyoyeon continued. “How are you going to find your way around?”

“I’d know a few more places by then, obviously.”

The two continued discussing logistics of Eve moving to the small town, with Hyoyeon vetoing almost all of Eve’s ideas. The younger woman sulked as Hyoyeon pulled her into an antique shop.

“Go crazy.” Hyoyeon pushed her gently by her shoulders in the direction of the acrylic paintings that she saw from outside.

Eve gasped as she approached the paintings. “They’re so pretty.”

Hyoyeon went to a different part of the shop, stopping by the crockery. “This dog looks like Bailey.” She pointed at a dog that was painted on the centre of a saucer. “I wonder how she’s doing. She’s probably happy as long as she’s eating.” She chuckled.

She continued looking at the crockery. “These are so nice,” she gushed. Looking at the cameraman, she hummed in thought. “Should I get coffee mugs or plates? There’s so much to choose from.” She put her hands on her hips. “Let me get the Barbara plate. Let me get two!” She picked the plates from the shelf. “And… I’ll get these mugs.” She picked two mugs with blue floral designs from a lower shelf.

The owner of the store, who was in the back helping another customer, passed by and gave Hyoyeon a basket for all her items. “Take this, agassi.” The elderly man said.

Hyoyeon bowed to him, accepting the basket as he walked away to ring the other customer up. “Thank you.” She put her plates and mugs inside, fixing her grip on the basket before walking to where Eve was. “How is your shopping going?” She asked, seeing Eve staring intently at three paintings.

“I’m deciding,” Eve whispered. “I don’t know which one to choose. I’ve already chosen that one–” she pointed at a painting of a European farmhouse that was propped up against a chair– “but I need to choose between these three.”

Hyoyeon looked at the three paintings: the first one was of a lake with lily pads, the second was of two hands holding each other and the last was of a vase with yellow tulips inside. “Why don’t you get them all?”

“Because they cost money. So I have to choose.” Eve glanced at Hyoyeon, noticing the basket in her hands. “Ahjumma, what did you get?”

“Ah! I got plates and cups.” Hyoyeon showed off her crockery.

“Pretty!” Eve gushed, smiling. “Which one’s mine?”

“What?” Hyoyeon asked.

Eve’s smile dropped. “You didn’t get one for me?”

“Was I supposed to?”

“I’m busy choosing one for you!” Eve whined, pointing at the three paintings in front of her. “Did you think I was getting another for myself?”

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I thought was happening.”

Eve scoffed. “I’m working so hard for you and you don’t even care. Forget it!” She turned to face the paintings again.

Hyoyeon chuckled. “Let me go get you one.” She went back to the section with crockery. Staring at the various options, Hyoyeon chose a mug that had butterflies painted on it. Going back to Eve, she showed her her pick. “Do you like it?”

Eve gasped playfully. “Is that for me? You shouldn’t have!” She took the mug from Hyoyeon. “It’s so pretty. Thank you, unnie.”

“You’re a good actress. You should win the Daesang.”

Eve laughed. “This one is yours.” She tapped the painting of the vase with tulips.

“Thank you, Nabi-nim.” She curtseyed. “Let’s go pay.”

“Okay.” Eve gave Hyoyeon the mug as she picked up her paintings.

They went to the counter, Eve going to pay first since she had less stuff. “Hello,” she greeted the owner. She showed him the paintings so he could scan them, paying for them and standing to the side so Hyoyeon could buy her dishes.

“Are you two new to town?” The owner asked, giving Hyoyeon her receipt.

Eve nodded. “Yes. We’re on holiday here for the next five days.”

“If I were to give you a tip,” he started, putting Hyoyeon’s stuff in a paper bag for her, “you should wake up to see the sunrise one of these days. It’s truly magnificent.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. It starts rising at around five thirty in the morning, and it makes having to get up early worth it.”

Hyoyeon nodded. “Have fun,” she told Eve, knowing the younger girl would wake up to see the sunrise.”

“Thank you. Make a lot of money today,” Eve encouraged as they left the shop. The two women walked back to their car, putting their purchases in the backseat.

“For some reason, I feel like I just did a major errand,” Hyoyeon said, leaning against the car. “I’m tired.”

“We still have so much to do, though. We need to look at other shops, we need to get groceries–”

“Do you think we’ll end up leaving the house? Or will we spend most of our time inside?”

Eve thought for a second. “I think we’ll spend most of our time inside.”

“Then all we need to do is go grocery shopping. We don’t need to look at shops if we’re never going to leave home,” she pointed out.

“That’s true,” Eve agreed. “But we have to do something to make this fun to watch. We can’t just go grocery shopping and then go home.”

“What else should we do?” Hyoyeon wondered out loud.

Eve snapped her fingers. “I need painting supplies!”

“Why?”

“I want to do this art challenge where you do something everyday. Sometimes you need to sketch, sometimes you need to paint and I forgot my painting stuff,” she explained, shooing Hyoyeon into the driver’s side of the car. She hopped into the passenger’s side. “Let’s go find painting stuff!”

They drove around the town, stopping at a stationary shop. After spending almost thirty minutes inside, Eve found what she needed.

“Now what do we do?” Eve asked.

“Let’s just buy groceries,” Hyoyeon said, shrugging.

She sighed. “We have no choice.”

They went into the car after asking the shop owner where the nearest grocery shop was. After ten minutes, they arrived at the shop, getting out of the car.

“Let’s make a list of what we need,” Eve said, pulling out her phone. “Rice, for sure.”

“Obviously,” Hyoyeon agreed. “We also need meat and kimchi and… Let’s just go in and take what we need. We can’t think of it right now.” She chuckled. “Let’s get trolleys.” They both got a trolley each before entering the shop.

“Ooh!” Eve squealed. “This shop is so pretty.”

Hyoyeon glanced at one of the cameramen as she continued walking. “This one is easily impressed.” She pointed at Eve. “You could paint an apple orange and she’d stare at it for hours.”

“I appreciate the simple things in life,” Eve defended herself. “Let’s separate now and then convene in ten minutes to see what we each picked out.”

“That’s smart. I’ll go this way–” Hyoyeon pointed to the far right of the shop– “you go this way.” She pointed at the area they were currently in.

“I’ll see you in ten minutes,” Eve said as Hyoyeon walked away.

When Hyoyeon reached the last aisle, she parked her trolley by the wall. “The layout of this shop is very confusing. I’m used to all the fruits being on the other side, but they’re here.” She looked over the fruits. “I shouldn’t get strawberries because Nabi is allergic and I don’t want her to end up in the hospital. Oh, grapes!” She fist pumped when she noticed the fruit, adding it to her trolley.

She continued looking over the fruit. “Let me also get melons.” She added the fruit before looking at the camera. “We won’t be here for a long time, so we mustn’t get too much food,” she explained. Deciding she had enough, she moved on and walked down the aisle.

Eve sighed as she stared at her aisle, the snack aisle. “Why is the snack aisle the first one?” She wondered aloud. She scanned the aisle, sighing when she was done. “There aren’t any Doritos? How am I expected to live under these circumstances?” She groaned. Sniffling as she got ready to be dramatic, she stopped once she noticed a familiar blue packet out the corner of her eye. “Wait, nevermind!” She excitedly said, reaching for the packet. “Crisis averted, world peace restored. I found Doritos.”

She stared at the aisle, trying to work out how many packets she should get. “If I eat a minimum of one packet everyday, and I need to account for Hyoyeon unnie as well, then… someone else can do the maths for me.” Eve hesitantly reached her hand out. “Let me take three packets,” she decided.

“Vegetables,” Hyoyeon started as she parked her trolley next to the pumpkins, “let’s see.” She looked over all of the vegetables. “I should take carrots and onions. Oh, potatoes!” She hesitated with her hand just about to hold the vegetable. “Let me take sweet potato.” She thought for a second. “What else do you need when cooking?”

The two women continued shopping individually, Eve getting baking ingredients and Hyoyeon getting random odds and ends. At some point, they called each other and met up in the dairy aisle.

“Unnie, isn’t this place weird?” Eve asked. “The first aisle is snacks.”

“Yah, at the end was all the fruit,” Hyoyeon told her. “This layout is very confusing.” She looked over Eve’s trolley. “What did you get?”

“Snacks, baking stuff, rice, ramen, tteokbokki and some jangs.” She pointed at each of the items as she spoke, holding up the jars of gochujang and ssamjang when she was done. “You?”

“Fruits, of course. Vegetables, soju, all types of spices, soy sauce, sesame oil and… soda.”

Eve nodded. “We did a good job,” she bragged.

“We’re practically professionals,” Hyoyeon agreed. “Should we go pay?”

“Let’s go. We have everything we need.”

They began walking to the tills when Hyoyeon gasped. “We need to get meat,” Hyoyeon remembered.

Eve nodded. “We almost forgot to get some. How would we survive?”

They turned around, going to the back of the shop where all of the refrigerated foods and baked goods were.

“We also didn’t get bread,” Eve said.

“Let’s get one packet of meat for everyday we’ll be here,” Hyoyeon suggested as they stood over the meat freezer. “Because we’re not going to eat that much meat.”

“Unnie, you’re so smart,” Eve gasped. “I’m gonna get some bread.” She walked to the bread section, coming back with two loaves of bread. “Let’s also get ice cream.”

Hyoyeon chuckled. “I thought you were cold.”

“I am, but ice cream is so nice.” She added a few ice cream bars to her trolley.

Hyoyeon sighed. “We’re going to get diabetes,” she commented. “Oh! Add that one!” She pointed at a packet of Samanco ice cream, which Eve added immediately. “Let’s also get alcohol.”

“Okay!” They began walking to the drinks section. “I need this.” She took a few cans of energy drinks.

“Really?”

“The only reason I stayed awake all day is because I woke up late. I’ve been drinking a can of this with every meal.”

Hyoyeon hummed. “But we’re here to relax, you won’t need the energy drinks. Sleep in as long as you need. You won’t have any schedules.”

Eve paused from where she was about to grab another can, tilting her head. “You’re right.” She put all of the energy drinks back.

Hyoyeon stepped forward to observe the choices of alcohol. “This beer is nice,” she said, retrieving a packet of the beer. She grabbed another packet. “Just in case,” she explained when Eve eyed her. After they got some soda, they started heading to the tills again, when Hyoyeon gasped. Laughing, she said, “We didn’t get meat.”

Eve gasped. “Again?” She sighed. “At this point, let’s just not get meat. The universe is trying to tell us something.”

“I don’t want to listen to the universe,” Hyoyeon said as she turned her trolley around, Eve following her reluctantly. “Meat is a very important part of life.” She stopped in front of the meat freezer. “We’re here for four days and we’re buying one packet of meat for each day. So one packet of chicken, one packet of beef, one packet of pork and… another packet of pork.”

Eve looked at one of the cameramen. “She’s taking this so seriously. This is the most serious I’ve ever seen her.”

“Should we get fish instead of another packet of pork?”

“Fish is not meat,” Eve argued, twisting her face in disgust. “If I asked you to make me meat, you would never think to give me fish. Let’s not get fish, that’s crazy.”

Hyoyeon laughed as Eve stared at her in disgust. “You don’t like fish?”

“I do, but not as meat.”

“Okay! Two porks, one beef and one chicken.” Hyoyeon declared. “Now, let’s go pay.”

They walked to the till, making sure they had everything they needed. When they got to the till, they started unloading everything onto the conveyor belt.

“Unnie, you’re paying, right?” Eve asked as the cashier scanned the food items.

“Why me?”

“Because if I paid, I don’t think my wallet would ever recover.”

Hyoyeon nodded. “I’ll pay. How would this take away your money?” She asked, still putting the food on the conveyor belt.

They finished paying for their food, needing three boxes to put all of their groceries in. They took it to the car with the help of one of the cameramen.

“Should we go home now?” Eve asked as she started the car.

“Yeah. I’m tired now. Shopping is a lot of work.” Hyoyeon stared out of the window absentmindedly. “Let’s go home!” She cheered.

“Let’s go home!”

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon // @alixnsuperstxr // @cosmicwintr // @girlzwfun // @txt-yaomi // @moongrlz

©️ kim nabi

[i-dont-procrastinate]

School Bus Graveyard Fan fiction

Logan x Tyler

Logan opened the back door to leave school. He had stayed after to help tutor, so he could earn his volunteer credits. He closed the door behind him and held his hand up to block the sun as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. He started walking, but paused when he heard the sound of a pop can hitting the pavement. He turned to see Barron skulk out from behind a dumpster, manic anger playing across his face. In return Logan’s face flashed with panic as four more guys appeared behind him. Logan might be able to take barron with the self defense training, but there was no way he could take five. He backed towards the door he had exited from, and yanked on the handle. It was locked. He pulled again in desperation before turning back. There wasn’t anywhere he could run, barron and his group had surrounded him in a semi-circle against the brick building. Barron stepped forward, grinning.

“Nowhere to run, no friends to save you. You're going to pay.” spit hit Logan's face as barron hissed the end of his threat. Barron swung an arm down on logan. Logan’s forearm shot up, blocking the hit. Barron swung his other arm, and logan blocked this too. Barron grabbed one of Logan's arms, holding him against the wall. His grin widened, stretching into his cheeks. This time when he sent his fist to logan’s face it hit it’s mark. Logan’s body went limp as Barron’s fist collided with his cheek, knocking Logan's head back against the wall. Barron dropped Logan's arm and Logan slid down against the wall, blinking furiously in an attempt to keep his consciousness. Logan’s vision was momentarily obstructed as blackness reached out from beyond his eyes. His head bobbed, then he looked back up and expected barron to wait for him to get his bearings before hitting him again. But instead of barron staring down on him barron and his group seemed to be distracted. Logan stood up and stepped forward. Someone else was trying to take on Barron and all of his group. Logan braced himself to run when he realized a white and red bomber jacket belonged to Tyler. He ran up and pulled a guy off tyler, giving another a good kick in the stomach. Tyler acknowledged him with a quick glance before hitting the nearest guy in the face. Logan and Tyler stood almost back to back, dealing out as much damage as they could. Unfortunately they were taking on a lot more than they were giving out. Logan saw a chance and took it, grabbing Tyler's wrist and pulling him through a gap in Barron's group. Tyler momentarily resisted before running with him. Logan’s grip shifted so his hand was in Tyler’s as Logan pulled him along. They ran across the street and into an alleyway between the convenience store and some restaurant. Logan pulled them behind a dumpster. They both sat against the wall and listened. They could faintly hear the voices of Barron and his group from the street, but they soon left. After a couple seconds of not hearing anything Logan relaxed his muscles against the grimy convenience store wall, and Tyler let out a sigh next to him. A couple seconds passed before they both turned to each other.

“Are you okay?” Logan blurted out overlapping with Tyler’s.

“What happened?”

“You go-” they both said. Neither of them went for a few seconds before logan abruptly began to apologize,

“I’m so sorry-” he started but Tyler cut him off.

“For what? You shouldn’t be the one who's sorry.”

“Well yeah but they hurt you,” Logan mumbled, words laced with guilt. Tyler didn’t have an response to this, and they sat for a couple seconds in silence. These seconds seemed to stretch on before Logan looked up at Tyler. “You have blood on your face,”

“It’s fine-” Tyler began to dismiss it but Logan licked his thumb and rubbed at a welt on Tyler's cheek that had begun to dry. Tyler’s face flushed and Logan's did too as he pulled his hand away. They both looked down, cheeks equally red. Tyler’s gaze returned to Logan, and Logan met his eyes a couple moments later. “So,” Tyler tentatively said, as he began to pick at the sleeves of his jacket where it had begun to fray.

“So.” Logan echoed. Logan watched Tyler do this, the sound of Tyler's fingers ripping string the only sound to fill the silence. Finally Tyler flattened his sleeve and turned back to Logan.

“Are you okay? What happened? It looked like you were barely conscious when i got there.'' It was Logan's turn to look downward as he spun his thumbs around each other.

“Yeah I'm okay. I was leaving school late and I guess I just happened to run into them. Barron knocked my head against the wall but it’s fine.” Tyler scrunched up his face in concern.

“It might not be though, you could have a concussion or something. Where's your head hit?” logan ran his hand along the back of his head and winced as his fingers hit the newly-formed bump on the back of his head. “Let me see…” Tyler murmured as he gently moved Logan's head to the side. Logan winced again as tyler ran his finger over the bump. “Sorry. That looks like it hurts. Do you have a headache or feel dizzy?” Logan shook his head, then took a sharp breath in.

“At least as long as I dont shake my head haha.” Tyler's lips disappeared as his mouth formed a straight line. He looked at logan, scanning his face. Logan’s eye had begun to blacken and Tyler brought his hand up to Logan's face, cupping Logan's cheek in his hand, running his thumb over the skin that was slowly turning a dark ugly blue. Logan shyly looked up at Tyler's eyes, his face flushing again. Tyler’s gaze moved on from the bruise on Logan's face to his eyes. Tyler’s cheeks where tinted pink. Tyler didn't take his hand away from Logan's face. He tilted his head slightly. Logan was partially aware of what was happening and his heart felt like it was trying to jump out of his chest. Tyler moved closer to logan and logan met him, his soft lips meeting tyler’s bloody ones. Tyler moved his hand on Logan's face farther back, before slowly pulling away. Tyler looked at logan, stunned at what he had just done.

“Sorry I shouldn't- '' Tyler began to stammer out an apology before Logan stopped him by sitting up fully to kiss him, gently brushing the brown strands behind Tyler's ear. Tyler took a second before pushing against logan, putting one hand in logan’s hair and another hand on his waist. Tyler and Logan both pulled away. Both of their faces were bright red and they avoided each other’s gaze. Logan ran his fingers over his lips. They felt strange, excited at what they had just done. Logan leaned back against the wall and Tyler followed suit. They sat there in silence but this time it was awkward but not uncomfortable. They both smiled to themselves as their hands met, Logan's fingers intertwining with Tyler's bigger grasp. They sat like this for a while. Logan rested his eyes and Tyler looked around the alleyway. It was funny, their first kiss was in a moist, smelly, alleyway. This got Tyler thinking, would there be a second? He glanced over at Logan, who was lightly dosing, his head occasionally dipping as he nodded off. Tyler took his hand out of Logan's and instead put his arm around Logan's shoulder, letting Logan rest his head on him. He hoped there would be a second. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly so as to got disturb logan. He ran his free hand through his hair. He had no idea what he was doing. Sure he’d been in a couple relationships with girls but those only lasted a couple weeks. And they were with girls. How would telling people go? Tyler wasn’t even sure if he liked girls or boys. Well he knew he liked boys, or at least Logan. He picked up his phone, looking for a quick distraction. He was met with several messages and missed calls.

“Shit,” he muttered before lightly shaking Logan. Logan opened his eyes, looking up at Tyler with a confused expression on his face. “We were supposed to meet the others 45 minutes ago,” Tyler explained.

“What time is it?”

“6:48,” They both stood up quickly. Logan swayed a bit, rubbing his hand on his head. “You good?” Tyler asked, turning to him.

“Yeah fine just stood up a bit too fast,”

“Ok…'' Tyler didn’t look fully convinced but he was willing to let it go. “I rode my bike, think you could hope on the back?” Logan nodded. They walked back across the street and Tyler pulled out his bike which he had ditched around the corner of where he had found logan. Tyler had pegs on his back wheels. He swung his leg over the bike and propped it up with one foot. “Here. you should probably have the helmet.”

“Thanks,” Logan said, taking the helmet and buckling it under his chin. Logan carefully stepped onto the pegs and placed his hands gingerly on Tyler's shoulders. “You might need to hold a bit closer than that,” Tyler teased, and Logan wrapped his arms around Tyler's neck. “You ready?”

“I guess so?” and with that Tyler was off.

[alienguts]

First Date (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce takes Y/N out for lunch for their first date.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Request?: Requested by WhitlockMoon on AO3!

A/N: I was asked if I could do a sequel to Chance Meeting by a lovely reader on AO3 and I couldn’t resist!

Bruce’s heart hammered as he stared at his phone. He’d asked plenty of women out before but he’d never been so nervous to do it. This wasn’t a fake PR stunt to keep the press off his back, this was real.

Just send the message, he told himself. The worst she can say is ‘no’.

He quickly typed out the message, his thumbs rapidly tapping against the screen, and pressed ‘send’ before setting the device down and wiping his clammy hands against his sweater. It was cold in the Cave - as it usually was - but he couldn’t help but feel warm.

In the city, Y/N’s phone buzzed in the desk she kept it in while she worked at the Gotham Gazette. She briefly scanned the room to see if her boss was watching before taking a look at the phone. The screen lit up to reveal a text message from Bruce Wayne, one that she’d been waiting all week for after meeting him at a charity gala. She’d thought about him all week; the way his eyes sparkled in the low light, how he seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say, his soft easy-going smile, and how he towered over her without making her feel intimidated. Her work partner who’d attended the gala with her teased her endlessly about having a crush on Bruce and while she’d laughed it off, she couldn’t deny that she thought he was unbelievably attractive.

Do you have any spare time today? Thought I’d take you to lunch, my treat.

A smile sprouted on her face as she read the text, butterflies starting to emerge from their cocoons in her stomach. She quickly tapped out her reply: 

You don’t have to treat me, but I’d love to join you for lunch.

“You look happy,” her partner said from behind her, making her jump and almost drop her phone. “Got a date?”

“I wouldn’t call it a ‘date’, but I am going out to lunch with someone,” Y/N replied as she put her phone back in the desk drawer.

“Lucky you, who is it?” Y/N turned her face away, trying to hide her widening smile. 

“It’s Bruce Wayne,” she said shyly as her face burned.

“Bruce Wayne?” her partner said a little too loudly, drawing a couple of stares from the desks around them. “Sorry. I told you before Y/N, he’s got a bit of a reputation. Be careful with that one.”

“I’m a big girl,” Y/N said as she locked her computer and packed her things away. “I can handle myself and I’m pretty sure his reputation is based on rumours started by someone who got rejected by him.”

“Alright, but text me if anything goes wrong, I’ll cover for you.”

At one o’clock, Bruce stood outside of the Gazette’s offices. It was a chilly autumn day so he’d opted to dress comfortably in dark wash jeans and a grey sweater, his outfit finished with a tailored coat. He ignored the stares and whispers from people entering and exiting the building, instead keeping a lookout for Y/N. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for her to appear. She dashed out of the elevator, dodging any rubberneckers in her way and trying to not slip on the freshly waxed floor. When she looked up from her feet, she noticed Bruce watching her from the other side of the glass doors and gave him a bashful smile.

“Hi,” she said shyly when she met him outside. 

“Hi,” he responded with a soft smile. “Ready to go?”

“Where did you have in mind to go to?” Y/N asked as she noticed her co-worker from the society section walking past her, a look of pure jealousy on her face.

“I thought you could pick,” Bruce said, guiding her to walk away from the building. “I don’t go out to lunch in the city very often so I don’t really know where’s good.”

“Do you like pizza? I know a good place a couple of blocks away,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t prefer something fancier.

“Pizza sounds great,” he said with a soft smile.

The pizzeria was a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant just like the ones Bruce used to go to with Alfred sometimes after school. The smell of melted cheese, rising dough, and tomato sauce drifted through the air, bringing back old memories. A pair of TV screens displaying the menu hung on the tiled wall, completely out of place amongst the old decor that must have stayed the same since the 1970s. Numerous giant pizzas sat in a warm glass cabinet, waiting to be sliced up and eaten. Y/N ordered two slices each for them, one plain cheese and one pepperoni. Bruce paid and took a ticket from the cashier before waiting for their order to be called.

“This doesn’t seem like the kind of place you’d usually be in,” she said, echoing what he’d said to her at the gala.

“Maybe not these days, but I used to come to places like this a lot when I was a kid,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Did you go with friends?”

“My oldest friend, actually.”

“Do you still talk?” 

“Every day,” Bruce said casually, trying to not let it show that he was talking about his butler.

“That’s sweet,” Y/N said before their ticket number was called. They both stepped up to the counter to collect their food and quickly found a table for two in a quiet corner of the restaurant. She giggled quietly to herself when she noticed him looking around for cutlery.

“Just use your hands, Bruce,” she said as she picked up her pepperoni slice and folded the crust before taking a small bite out of the tip.

“Sorry,” he said with a chuckle of his own. “I guess when you’ve been eating in fancy restaurants for so long you forget how to eat with your hands.”

“Well, this may not be caviar, but I’m sure it’s just as good,” she said as he took a bite of his own slice.

“This is miles better than caviar,” he said around a mouthful of pizza as politely as he could. “You picked a good place.”

“We journalists tend to eat a lot of junk so I like coming here for convenience.”

“A friend of mine works for the Daily Planet in Metropolis so I’m familiar with the journalist diet.”

They shared idle chit chat as they ate, swapping stories of high school and work and talked about why they both chose their respective careers. He wanted to continue on with his father’s work while also helping the city’s less fortunate citizens, while she wanted to make a difference in her own way.

After they’d finished lunch, they’d stopped by a coffee shop nearby - Bruce paid again, of course - and decided to take a walk through Robinson Park. His hand brushed against hers a few times when he’d opened doors and gates for her, sending jolts of electricity through his skin. Y/N could feel his palm ghost against the small of her back when other people appeared to get too close to them.

The park was awash with autumn colours. Previously green lawns were covered in a blanket of red and orange leaves that crunched when dogs ran through them. It was getting close to winter, and Gotham would soon be icy and dusted with snow so many Gothamites were making the most of the autumn scenery. Y/N could feel the stares of people walking past them, whispering to each other about how that’s Bruce Wayne as if he were some kind of mythical creature. He didn’t seem to pay it any mind, however.

“How do you do it, Bruce?” she asked him. He brought his coffee cup down from his lips and looked at her quizzically.

“Do what?”

“Go about your life while the whole world is gawking at you,” she said, noticing that one couple quickly averted their eyes when she looked at them.

“It is awkward, but I just do my best to ignore it. When I was a kid, it felt like people were taking pity on me when they looked at me but now it’s not like that.”

“Is being looked at like you’re made of gold better than that?”

“I suppose,” Bruce said before taking another sip of coffee. “But it’s nowhere near as nice as it feels when someone looks at me and sees a real person like you do.”

Y/N felt her face start to heat up and turned her face away, hiding her smile from him. He gently placed his hand over hers in her lap, bringing her attention back to him and gave her a warm smile. His knee brushed against hers as he shuffled closer to her on the bench and shot her a look to wordlessly ask ‘is this okay?’ She moved closer to him in response and angled her face up to meet his, her lips slightly parted. The world around them had disappeared, leaving only the two of them. She shivered when he gently ran his fingers along her jaw and tenderly stroked his thumb on her lower lip before leaning into her.

The gap between them was almost completely closed when Y/N was startled by her phone ringing, the shrill tone piercing her ears. She sighed as she moved away from Bruce and dug her phone out of her pocket.

“That’s my co-worker,” she said, deflated. “She’s probably wondering where I am.”

“Sorry, I must have kept you too long,” he said as he checked his watch.

“It’s okay, I had a nice time,” she said with a smile, continuing to ignore the ringing phone.

“I didn’t scare you off then?” he asked as they both stood up and started to leave the park.

“No, you didn’t scare me off,” she said with a soft laugh. “Listen, I gotta take this but I’d love to do something like this again.”

“Text me when you get back into the office,” he said as he let go of her hand.

She gave him a wave as she left the park and rounded the corner before hurrying back to the Gazette offices.

Later that night, Bruce was back in the Cave, looking through the case notes of the latest crime spree he was investigating. He’d been engrossed in his work for hours as he scrolled through the notes, any messages from his personal phone were ignored until one message finally caught his eye:

Hey, I had a good time today, would you like to go to dinner sometime?

He picked up the device and smiled as he tapped out his reply.

[akakeiiji]

HI!~ (THIS IS MY FIRST TINE REQUESTING AND IM REALLY EXCITED) Can I request a scenario where their smol s/o (I'm like 155 or 5'1 for reference) gets easily lost? Like they just wonder off on their own cause they think that he's still with them and she tends to leave her phone with him so calling to find her is out of the question??? (Me honestly IM SORRY FRIENDS AND FAMILY) She likes a lot of things so sometimes its hard to find her cause they never know where she is? Ushi, Tsuki and Bokuto-🌼

-`,✎ Ushijima, Tsukishima and Bokuto losing their short S/O in a crowd

THIS REQUEST IS JUST TOO ADORABLE AND IT HITS SO CLOSE TO HOME!! We’re the same height nonnie 🤧🤧✋ Short gang, where ya’ll at? 

Also I apparently don’t know how to read because I thought you requested for headcanons at first despite you clearly asking for scenarios so I decided to keep the hcs since I was already halfway done with them~ hope you don’t mind, nonnie! 

The man is literally built like the empire state building, he just towers over everyone, it’s insane

And then there you are behind him, all tiny and stuff, it’s so friggin adorable

He doesn’t really notice your height difference at all

Whenever people point it out, he just cocks his head with his eyebrows furrowed and is like “Yeah, I’m tall?? And they’re short?? Why are you reacting like that?”

He’s genuinely confused and doesn’t see why it’s a big deal at all

When he looks at you he doesn’t really pick up on itty bitty details like your height and stature; he just sees you for the whole you and sees you simply as this perfect deity that he loves

But he does appreciate the perks that come with it such as the way you feel when he hugs you after a match or the way you look up at him so adorably when you’re trying to get a kiss

He also didn’t realize the cons that came with having a tiny s/o

There are many but we’re focusing on the fact that it’s so easy to lose you in a crowd

He’ll literally look away for 0.5 seconds and when he looks back at you, you’re suddenly gone

He probably won’t notice for a bit but after a while, he’ll wonder why you aren’t holding onto his sleeve or hand anymore

Whenever this happens he usually goes about it in two ways; he’d either stay still where he is and let you find him (which isn’t hard, he sticks out like a sore thumb) or if enough time passes, he’ll retrace his steps and look for you himself

He’ll have a tiny little frown on his face since he gets so worried about you, like you’re so tiny what if you get trampled??

When he does find you though, the wide smile on your face when you catch sight of him honestly makes the search worth it

can you tell that I miss ushi so friggin much

The streets in downtown Tokyo are always so packed at this time of day. There were hundreds of people rushing to and from work, tourists taking in the sights, and busy shoppers such as yourself and Ushijima; you two had just finished shopping together and were heading to your favorite restaurant in the area as you always do to end your date night.

Your hand remained tightly wrapped around the hem of your boyfriend’s coat as you two made your way down the busy streets, struggling to not get pulled away as people continued to mercilessly push past you. You would have much rather held Ushijima’s hand but he insisted on carrying all your shopping bags and was rather preoccupied with them at that moment.

He marched on, oblivious to your struggles behind him. It was during times like this when you hated how short your legs were, you were practically jogging to keep up with your boyfriend who, to him, was only going at a leisurely pace.

Before you knew it, your hand had loosened and you suddenly lost hold of his coat. You looked up, hoping to find him just a few feet away, but he had disappeared into the sea of people all around you.

Ushijima hadn’t noticed anything at first, he was too focused on where he was going to realize that the little tugs on the hem of his coat throughout the journey were suddenly gone. He looked down at both his hands and placed the shopping bags on one of them to the other so that he could use it to hold your own.

He held out his free hand behind him, calling out your name, and motioned for you to grab it. A few seconds went by of him gesturing like this only to be met with no response.

He looked back, eyebrows furrowed, only to find no sign of you.

Ushijima immediately stops in his tracks, eyes widening ever so slightly as he did a little 360 turn in his spot, raking over the crowds rushing past him in hopes he’d find your familiar head of hair bouncing about.

He stood motionless where he was, forcing people to walk around him—most wanted to tell him off for standing in the middle of the street but no one had the balls to.

A few minutes went by and he began walking down the direction he came from looking everywhere for you. Worry began to bubble in him when you were still nowhere to be found but suddenly he saw a figure waving at him from afar.

You were standing on top of those small cement blocks on the bottom street lights, waving your free hand that wasn’t wrapped around the lamp towards your boyfriend, grinning ear to ear when you met eyes with him.

Ushijima smiled in relief, shoulders relaxing as he made his way over to you. You met him halfway, immediately wrapping your arms around him in a hug, burying your face into his chest.

“I’m never letting go of your hand next time.” He said, pressing a chaste kiss on the top of your head before interlocking your fingers together. You laughed, nodding in agreement. “Definitely not.”

We all already know this: Kei is fucking ruthless

It doesn’t matter that you’re dating. It doesn’t matter that you’re literally his favorite person in the world tho he’ll never admit this to you you will not be free from his savageness

No one is more hyper-aware of your height difference than he is and no one teases you more than him

Tsukishima is literally the type to steal your things and hold them over your head or he’ll purposefully stand at full height whenever you want to kiss him just so that he can watch you struggle

“Oh, babe, I didn’t see you from down there.”

Is the type to purposefully put things you use all the time up on the top shelves in cupboards and cabinets

He says that he does this to annoy but really he does this so that you can call him to help you since he banned you from climbing the counters 🤧✋

He really loves your height though as much as he likes to tease you for it

He loves how easy it is to wrap his arms around you and how you burrow into his chest whenever you hug

His favorite thing about your height is probably the fact that it’s so comfortable being the big spoon with you since you fit so snuggly against him 🥺

again he’ll never tell you this, my man is tight-lipped

However he can get very protective over you, it’s like he developed this idea in this head that small = fragile

So whenever he loses track of you in a crowd (which happens a lot, it's honestly embarrassing) he immediately drops everything and searches for you

He’ll have this permanent pout on his face as he retraces his steps, going back to wherever you two were and keeping an eye out for either you or places that would catch your eye

Once he finally catches you, he’d sigh in relief and immediately put up his “i’m annoyed right now, give me attention” face and head over to you, knocking your head with his knuckles lightly

He’d lecture you a bit about staying close to him and he’d spend the rest of your time out with his eye on you and with his hand tightly wrapped around your own

The mall was always so crowded during the weekend especially now that Christmas was just around the corner. Tsukishima told you that you two should visit the mall later during the week but you were just so excited to see this new movie, he simply couldn’t say no; he cursed himself for being so tightly wrapped around your finger.

The building was already pretty full when you two entered the cinema but when you two emerged, it was as if the number of people there seemed to double in just a span of a few hours.

As you two made your way through the tight-knit crowds of people, the frown on Tsukishima’s face never left as people kept pushing and rushing past him. He called out your name behind him and said, “See, I told you we should have come after the weekend, it’s like half the city is here right now.”

He waited for your usual giggle or scoff, maybe a light smack on his arm as you tell him to brighten up but there wasn’t any of that.

“(Y/N)? Did you hear me? I—(Y/N?),” He turned around, worried that you may have been upset at him but instead was surprised to find that you weren’t trailing along behind him like he expected you to be.

He turned around fully, hands coming out of his pocket as he raked his eyes over the crowds of people around him. It would be nearly impossible to find you here, there were probably hundreds of people in the mall now.

Tsukishima groaned slightly as he ran a hand through his locks, his other hand going into his pant pocket to ring your phone only to realize that it was with him as well, right next to his. This elicited a second groan from the blonde.

Knowing you, you probably got distracted by something and wandered away from him.

He retraced his steps, keeping a close eye on his surroundings. He had no idea when you wandered away from him so you could have been anywhere. He stood at full height, towering over the majority of the crowd, and scanned the entirety of the floor and the shops on it.

He entered a few stores he knew you’d most likely visit; the bookstore, the pet store, and a shop that was having a 50% sale but he found no traces of you.

Tsukishima was about to give up and head to the information desk and ask them to announce something on the loudspeaker to grab your attention—probably something along the lines of “To the small gremlin wandering around floor three right now, please meet Tsukishima Kei at the main exit.”—when he spotted a bright store on the other side of the floor.

You were there. He just knew it.

He rolled his eyes as he made his way to the anime store and low and behold, there you were, crouching as you stared at the shelves of anime merchandise, a wide ear to ear grin on your face.

Tsukishima sighed and lightly smacked you, tearing you away from your thoughts and making you look up at him in shock.

“You are such an idiot, (Y/N).” You only laughed in response and wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face onto his chest. “Aww, Kei! Were you worried about me?”

“Of course, I was. How do you expect me to feel?” He said with another roll of his eyes. He brought his hand up and placed it on top of your head. “I was worried someone thought you were a child and kidnapped you.”

You let out an indignant gasp and started to smack him but he only laughed and took your hand in his, dragging you out of the store behind him ignoring your protests.

Nobody in the whole entire world thinks you’re more adorable than Bokuto

He adores the fact that you’re so tiny, he likes you call you his pocket-sized s/o  

He never really teases you, instead he always coos and coddles you

He especially loves lifting you up in his arms and twirling you around, he always does this after winning a game and it always leaves you feeling dizzy

But you never complain bc who would complain about being hugged by Kou like that 🤧✋

However, as much as Bokuto loves how smol you are, he always kinda forgets that you’re short??

It’s because he’s always surrounded by tall people; his friends, the volleyball team, etc.

So he always forgets to adjust when he’s with you

And you know how some people just naturally walk really really fast, like they can’t help it, it’s just how they walk normally??

Yeah, that’s Bokuto

And this paired with the fact that he is literally 6’1 means he practically travels at light speed

Your tiny legs can barely keep up with your excitable boyfriend and you’re always practically jogging to keep up with him so if you take your eyes off of him for even just a few seconds he’ll probably run off somewhere and disappear 😔✋

This occurs so often when you two are out that you’re never shocked whenever it happens

It takes a few minutes before Bokuto realizes that he’s suddenly alone in a crowd and that you aren’t beside him like he thought you would be

AND IM SORRY BUT THE FIRST THING HE’LL DO IS JUST YELL OUT YOUR NAME REPEATEDLY AT FULL VOLUME WITH NO SHAME WHATSOEVER

“(Y/N)!! WHERE ARE YOU??”

Everyone around him would give him looks but he wouldn’t care, he just needs to find you fast or he’ll start panicking tho he lowkey already is

Some people would think that he’s looking for his kid but nah, he’s just looking for his smol s/o who would show up beside him after a while with a disgruntled look on their face

It never takes long for you two to reunite when you get separated, you just have to wait for the distinctive voice of your boyfriend yelling for you somewhere

When you two find each other, the first thing he’ll do is pull you into a tight hug, usually lifting you up from the ground as he presses a few kisses on your cheeks in relief

He’ll remember to walk slowly for the rest of the time you’re out, usually with his arm over your shoulder or with his hand tightly wrapped around your own

It made absolutely no sense to you that Bokuto literally grew up in the city yet has never visited the amusement park in the area before. You’ve visited the park countless times before but for your boyfriend, it was a first.

Bokuto was practically bouncing with excitement ever since you proposed the idea of visiting the amusement park together and it only got more intense as the day of your visit grew closer and closer.

You somewhat regretted not pushing your date to a later day in the week so that it didn’t fall on the weekend since the park was so packed but that feeling quickly dissipated when you glanced at your beaming boyfriend beside you.

What you did regret however was the fact that you didn’t wear more comfortable shoes, ones that were more fitting for exercise rather than leisurely walks since you were practically running around the park just to keep up with Bokuto.

His hand remained tightly clasped on your own as he sprinted all around the park, looking at all the rides, food stands, and gift shops around the place. He wasn’t really running, he was simply walking at a quick pace but this coupled with his long legs made it so difficult to match his pace with your significantly shorter ones.

You two had just gotten off a rather intense roller coaster and you felt your head spin from how dizzy it made you, you halted in your steps as Bokuto was about to begin running towards another ride making Bokuto stop as well as he was pulled back by your hand which was still holding onto his.

“Koutarou, let me rest for a bit,” You said as you sat on a bench in the shade, Bokuto immediately nodded and took a seat beside you, he handed you a bottle of water from his bag. “Sure babe, here drink this.”

After a few minutes of talking and resting under the shade, you stood up, reinvigorated, and filled with more energy. “Okay, let’s go, I’m feeling much better now,”

Bokuto immediately jumped onto his feet and beamed at you, more than ready for another round of rollercoasters and thrilling rides. He held out his hand for you to take and you two headed farther into the park.

“Let’s go on the Viking ride next—wait, hold on, let me fix this.” You let go of your boyfriend’s hand and began adjusting the overpriced headband on your head; Bokuto insisted on buying matching ones at the gift shop despite their ridiculous price (“Look, it’s just so adorable!”)

When you looked up, ready to grab ahold of his hand again, Bokuto was suddenly nowhere to be seen.

You whipped your head all around you but you couldn’t see the familiar head of hair of your boyfriend in the horde of people around you. You stood on your tiptoes, craning your head to get a better view but that didn’t do anything to help. You feel back on your feet and huffed; curse you and your short stature.

You walked down the direction you two were originally headed at, raking your eyes over the crowds of people you walked past when you suddenly heard a familiar voice yelling out your name from a distance. You whipped your head towards the direction of the voice and began to jog towards it.

Bokuto was standing on his tiptoes, his hands cupping his mouth as he called out for you over and over again, oblivious to the looks of shock from the people around him.

As he was about to scream out your name for the dozenth time, you suddenly pushed your way through the people around him and grabbed ahold of his arm, an exasperated yet also relieved look on your face.

Bokuto’s face immediately lit up, the small frown on his lips turning into a large smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed you into his chest and lifted you off the ground as he usually does when he hugs you.

You giggled and flailed around as he did this, when he placed you back safely on the ground, he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

“Sorry for leaving you behind,” Bokuto said as he laced his fingers onto your own, “It won’t happen again,”

You scoffed playfully and let yourself be dragged along by him, “That’s what you said last time, Kou.”

[viperbarnes]

Normal Girl -- [1/5]

[Bucky Barnes x Iron Fist!Reader]

Summary: A chance meeting leaves you certain you've just met the love of your life, and even better, you're pretty sure he feels the same way... Now you just need to figure out a way to tell him you're not as normal as he thinks you are...

Warnings: canon level violence, perhaps some language, sexual references + light smut (will be demarcated with an *) parental death and mourning is discussed at several points, as well as various aspects of Bucky’s trauma and PTSD

Notes: You have no idea the self restraint it took not to call this 'the girl with the dragon tattoo'. Reader is named, and is of Chinese descent, but all are welcome to read. Forgive my very very very basic understanding of mandarin. I only know so much, and im using Google Translate for romanised spellings.

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ONE

“Buck?!”

“I know Sam! I’m on him!” Bucky grunts as he narrowly misses running straight through a wall, the sharp turn a close call as he continues to chase the target. Sam’s wings and overwatch were practically useless in this neighborhood, Brooklyn’s own Chinatown a dense and lively collection of stores, restaurants, markets and homes, many multicolored lanterns and banners strung across the various streets and alleyways.

The smells make his stomach growl, but he ignores the sudden and intense need for dumplings and Sichuan pork and keeps after his guy.

It wouldn’t be a hard sell to convince Sam of a late night snack when they were done, he was almost certain of it.

Bucky’s eyes narrow as he catches sight of his guy again, quickly ducking inside the propped open backdoor of a shop.

“Sam, he’s headed into a shop. Catch him on the flipside?”

“Will do.”

Bucky rushes through the same door and through the back room, already suspicious when he’s greeted with silence.

He forces himself to a stop entirely when he exits the back room and finds himself in some kind of antique store, the smell of old and aged nic-naks familiar to him. The shop was cramped, piled full of various items, furniture, vases, paintings…

Bucky blinks, squinting through the dim lighting, searching for where the hell his goon could have gotten to. He takes a few steps forward, out from behind the glass counter, listening carefully.

A creak of wood behind him comes too late, and he twists just in time to find his target pouncing, a large, pointy looking paperweight held high in his hands, coming directly toward his head.

Bucky jumps back, but he knows it’s not enough, and raises an arm to block the blow.

But it never comes.

Instead, almost at exactly the same time, a soft gasp sounds from the doorway, and his eyes flicker to the young woman who had suddenly appeared there. Her eyes are wide at first, but narrowing as she catches sight of the improvised weapon about to strike him.

And then she’s lifting her knee, expertly jabbing the goon in his ribs, one hand striking out at his chest and sending him stumbling back into the wall. She quickly follows up with a spinning kick, but the intruder has enough mind to dodge it.

He doesn’t dodge the second one, however, the momentum only serving to help her throw the attacker clean across the room, landing at Bucky’s feet.

The paperweight flies from the thug’s hands, but just as panic flickers across the woman’s face, Sam is suddenly there, effortlessly plucking the item straight from it’s trajectory.

For several seconds the three just stare at one another, until the young woman straightens, her eyes locked on Sam, still wide, but now with recognition.

“Captain America?!” she asks, clearly bewildered.

“In the flesh,” Sam flashes a grin, moving to stand beside Bucky.

“You know normally we’d be apologizing for this guy right about now,” he nods in the direction of their target, currently still wheezing on the floor at their feet.

“But I think you just did our job for us,” he gives her an impressed up and down.

The woman straightens suddenly, any hint of a fighting stance disappearing as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

“I’m so sorry! He startled me, and I saw the paperweight raised and–”

Sam waves her off with a lazy chuckle.

“Buck should just probably be glad you didn’t start on him,” he elbows his partner in the ribs, giving the centenarian a look when he realizes the other man has just been staring.

Bucky tears his gaze from the woman to Sam, blinking Rapidly. He opens his mouth, but quickly closes it again and swallows thickly. Looking back to the woman he nods.

Bucky’s reintegration into modern society had included a lot of reeducation as well, a substantial amount of which had come in the form of film and television. He’d become familiar with most of the popular classics, the tropes, the references, the cliches, but out of everything, the thing that always made Bucky the most skeptical, was the concept of love at first sight.

Nothing made him roll his eyes faster than watching some half-baked rom-com thats entire premise hinged on the two protagonists falling in love despite the fact they barely even knew each other, or worse yet, would have you believe the two characters were madly in love despite having nothing in common, no chemistry, and no reason to stick around.

It wasn’t as though Bucky wasn’t a romantic, he just found the concept insulting to the idea of actual love.

All of which was pretty awkward now, considering that he’d have been more than happy to take a beating from you if it meant even a second more time before they had to leave.

He opens his mouth to speak, hopefully to say something incredibly suave and funny, so you might laugh and he would commit the sound to memory and one day in the future you’d both laugh while telling your family about how you’d met–

Desperate scrambling at his feet reminds him of the whole reason they’re here in the first place and cuts off his daydream.

“Oh no you don’t!” Sam grunts, his hand flying out to grab the escaping thug before he can get too far.

“We should get him outta here,” he says pointedly to Bucky, who can only nod in silence again.

Looking back at you, Sam gives another bright grin.

“You have a good night now, ma’am,”

You give him a nod of your own, seemingly star struck, and as they leave the little antique store, Bucky can’t help but wish you’d been looking at him like that.

Bucky’s mind doesn’t truly feel like it comes back to him until several hours later, sitting in his apartment, coffee table covered in half-eaten containers of takeaway and empty beer bottles as Sam pretends to appreciate soccer.

“She was cute,” he blurts suddenly, his cheeks lighting up as soon as his brain catches up to what his mouth has said. Sam pauses with a fork halfway to his mouth and swivels his eyes from the tv screen to his friend.

“The girl from the shop?”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, his eyebrows knitting together now.

Sam snorts and shakes his head, going back to his food and the tv, though he keeps a side eye on his friend.

“She kicked Tomaso’s ass, that's for sure. Wonder what discipline that was…” He wonders to himself, his own frown growing as he realizes he’s lost track of the unfamiliar game playing out before him.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees again, replaying the moment again, lips quirking at her impeccable form.

“Too bad you didn’t ask for her number,” Sam says with a shrug, and Bucky deflates a little before something occurs to him.

“I know where the shop is,” he states, perking right up.

“You know where the shop is,” Sam confirms.

“I could go back,”

“You could go back,”

Sam looks back at Bucky, smirk growing quickly across his lips at the sight of the normally stoic super soldier brought to heel by a spinning kick that wasn’t even aimed at him.

“You really got it that bad already, huh?”

Your whole body shudders violently for a moment as you’re wracked with another round of sneezing, your face shoved deep into your elbow, muffling the sounds of your misery. You hated dusting day, it always made your allergies flare up something awful, but it had to be done.

“Duō hē diǎn shuǐ! (drink more water!)” you hear your father call out from somewhere else in the store, making you roll your eyes, even as a smile pulls at your lips.

“Nǐ duō hē shuǐ! (you drink more water!)” you reply, moving back down the aisle you’d just finished with and towards the counter, where your father sits on his stool, gossip magazine held up to his face, his glasses perched on his nose.

“Maybe if you did, I wouldn’t have to do all the dusting by myself,” you say pointedly, but he only waves you off, not even looking up from the text in front of him.

You smile brighter still, and lean forwards on the tabletop, chin resting in your hands.

“What's the latest on Ben and Jennifer?” you wonder aloud, taking a small peak at the front of the magazine to see what stories had taken top billing this week. Your father sighs and shakes his head solemnly.

“Back off, or so they say. Zhēn kěxí (such a shame)…” he mutters, before pushing his glasses up his nose and turning the page.

You chuckle at his deeply vested interest in celebrity-going-ons, and push away from the counter, ready to take on your next bout of sneezes when your father reaches out blindly and pushes something towards you.

“Put this away for me. I found it in the backroom this morning for some reason.”

You look down at the object in question and swallow guiltily.

It was the paperweight from last night, the one some bad guy had tried to bash over a superhero’s head.

“Oh, right. Weird,” you say quickly, grabbing the offending item and disappearing before he can ask you any questions.

You hadn’t told your dad about the sort-of break in last night. Mostly because nothing had actually happened by way of damage to the shop or it’s goods, but also because you hadn’t wanted to shake up any of his nerves. The last thing he needed was to be worried about people breaking into the shop.

He’d become so much more anxious since your mother’s passing nearly a year ago.

He’d always said that she was his sole source of strength, but you’d never really given that much credit until she’d died. You’d been living abroad, but had returned home to be with your family, and had moved in with your father initially while you settled in and helped with the arrangements of the funeral. But it had become apparent quickly after you’d found your own place that your dad wasn’t ready to be on his own just yet, and you could think of worse things than living with your father.

“When you love somebody for so long, and then they just aren’t there anymore, it’s like losing your ability to walk. Your muscles have atrophied. You can’t remember how to do it without them. You don’t want to.” he’d said once, after you’d picked him up from his fortnightly xiangqi club meetup, his arm hooked tightly in yours, his breath smelling distinctly of baijiu.

You’d always longed for a love like your parents, not so over the top or filled with grandeur like those in the movies, but realistic and sincere, and everlasting. Their marriage had last fifty-two years through plenty of hardships, but even on their worst days, you were never in doubt that they would make it through.

You’d been a late addition to their lives, after struggling with fertility for most of their then-twenty-five year marriage, it had been your impending arrival that had spurred on their immigration from mainland China to New York. From the very start your parents had doted on and adored you, and not a day had gone by that you’d questioned that.

Even when you’d told them you were going to travel back to China, their concern and fear for your well being was never outweighed by their understanding of your need to do so.

You sigh at the fond memories of your mother, almost glad that you’d only returned home a day before she’d passed. You aren’t sure if you’d have been able to stand watching her whittle away in a hospital bed for weeks on end with nothing you could do to help her.

You brush the thoughts from your mind, instead focusing on the happy memories as you find the empty spot that the paperweight belongs in.

You hear the front door open and close, the bell ringing musically to alert you, but you let your father handle it, going back to your dusting. You hear a quiet male voice begin to talk, and you aren’t all that surprised when after a short reply, your father calls out for you.

“Mei! Yǒurén zhǎo nǐ! (there’s someone asking for you!)”

Your brow furrows at that, and you tuck the dusting cloth into the front of your apron, quickly making your way back to the front of the store, curiosity motivating your steps.

When you step around the end of the aisle, you’re greeted with the back half of a man. He was exceptionally tall, and even though he wears a leather jacket, you can tell instantly that he’s incredibly fit. You wonder briefly before he turns around if he were a courier.

The thought flies from your mind the very next second though, when he does turn to face you, and you nearly trip right over your own feet.

Him! It was him! From last night!

“Uh, hey,” He greets, a thin smile pulling at his lips, and his hand leaving his pocket only briefly to wave somewhat awkwardly. You realize then you’ve frozen in your approach, your mouth slightly ajar. You snap it closed quickly, taking a few more short steps toward him and stopping again at a respectable distance.

“Hi…” you try not to sound as excited or nervous as you really are, but it just comes out as overly cautious.

“I uh, I just wanted to check in… make sure everything was alright after–”

Your eyes widen and flicker over his shoulder to your father, who was pretending not to listen in, and in panic, you hurriedly take another step forward gesturing with your hands and alarmed head-shaking that he stop talking. Luckily he gets your message and trails off, his eyebrows twitching in a slight frown, and he spares a glance back at your father before looking back at you, unsure.

“Everything is totally fine,” you tell him, swallowing uneasily. A beat passes before you go to speak again, but you’re cut off.

“Wǒ yào bǎ lèsè dào diào (I’m going to empty the trash),” your father intercuts, stool scraping and startling you both as he places his magazine down on the counter, and takes hold of the small bin you keep under the counter.

You feel yourself relax somewhat when he’s finally out of earshot, and when you look back at your guest, you nearly jump to find his eyes already on you.

“I, um, I haven’t had the chance to tell him yet… about last night…” you tell him quietly, scrunching up your face. The man nods, his features understanding.

You stand in silence for another beat.

“I’m sorry for just showin’ up like this,” he blurts quickly, shifting on his feet nervously, his eyes darting from you to various points around the room, but alway back to you again. You can’t help but take the moment to stare at him, a little unnerved by just how much more handsome he was in the daylight.

You clear your throat and promise yourself you won’t be as flustered as you were last night.

“It’s okay,” you assure him quickly, offering a small smile that he returns. Your heart swoons.

“You didn’t have to, though,” you feel the need to add a moment later.

“I wanted to,” his reply comes immediately, and you can tell by the pink that begins to bloom on his cheeks that he hadn’t meant to.

He makes a ‘tsk’ sound at himself and looks away from you, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I– I just meant that I happened to be nearby, and I wanted to stop in and make sure you weren’t too rattled by last night,” he tries to explain, words tumbling from his mouth like he has no control over them. You can’t stop yourself from chuckling at the idea you’d be rattled by some punk, but you’re glad when he interprets his own meaning from it, hanging his head in a conceding manner, eyeing you from under his eyelashes.

“You’d think I’d be a better liar, huh?” he wears a wry smile and lets out a sigh. You watch him as he takes another deep breath and runs a hand over his hair, your eyes following the black metal with a small degree of interest that you tuck away in the back of your mind.

“I uh,” he squares his shoulders and gazes at you straight on now, looking for all the world like he was about to brave something that required a lot of courage.

“What I really came by for was to ask if you’d let me buy you lunch,”

He speaks so fast it takes you a moment to pull apart his words and divine meaning from them, but when you do, you feel your pulse speed up to unhealthy heights. Butterflies explode in your flip-flopping stomach, and your heart does it’s best to win olympic gold for Olympic gymnastics.

“I would love to!” you gush, unable to hide the grin that takes over your features, your response making the man in front of you physically relax so much you think his shoulder must drop an entire foot. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, gesturing to the door.

“I know a couple places not far from here,”

Your face drops a little as you realize he’d meant now.

“Oh, I’m so sorry but, I– I don’t take lunch until two,” you feel disappointment coarse through you, and you can see him doing mental calculations after he checks the time on his watch briefly. It was only eleven.

“I– I have a thing at one that I can’t cancel…” he explains grievously, looking pained at the prospect.

You almost jump a mile when your father steps out from the aisle between you, his expression far too innocent for your liking.

“Shop’s quiet today. No big deal if you go for your break now,” he says lightly, shrugging his shoulders when you give him a look.

“What? Shén me? Nǐ zài yě bù chūqùle Lǐ Méi (you never go out anymore, Li Mei),” Your father takes on a look of indignance.

“Go on! Go!” he shoos you, waving his hands towards the door.

You barely remember to take your apron off before you’re all but kicked out of the shop, finding yourself blinking on the sidewalk in a matter of seconds. Your companion meets your eye, equally as bewildered, but clearly amused. After a moment he chuckles to himself, holding out his hand.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“So, is it just you and your Dad at the shop?” Bucky asks you a short while later, the two of you nestled against a wall in a seemingly very popular Japanese restaurant. The waitress had come by to take your orders already, and even though the place was full to the brim with customers, you still felt as though you had a little bubble of privacy.

You nod at his question, and place down the glass of water you’d just sipped from.

“He and my Mom used to run it together. They loved all that old ‘lost and found’ stuff,” you tell him with a smile, but falter momentarily.

“She passed away a year ago, so I came back to help him out,” you say with a shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of the admission. You realize a little too late that it might be considered a faux-pas to talk about dead parents on a lunch date.

Bucky’s brows pull together slightly, and he gives you what feels like a genuinely sympathetic smile as he listens to you.

“Your Dad is lucky to have you around,” he says, and for a moment you think he might add more, but he doesn’t, eventually shifting his gaze away from you and toward the main bar.

“Where were you before?” he asks then, smoothly changing the topic.

“Oh, uh, I was studying abroad,” you scramble to remember the story you’d been forced to recite to friends and family throughout your mother’s funeral and mourning period, realizing now how long it really had been since you’d gotten out of the shop.

“In Hong Kong, but I also traveled a bit across the mainland,” you add quickly.

“I was gone for eight or so years,”

You’re thankful when your waitress returns seconds later, pulling the focus away from you for a few minutes as you both attempt to rearrange your plates and cups to fit comfortably around the tiny little table.

“So, does your job normally take you on wild chases through random parts of Brooklyn, and if so, what percentage of shopkeepers do you track down the next day?” you don’t mean for your question to sound as playful as it does, but you’re quietly thankful when the man across from you is forced to hold back a laugh as he finishes off his mouthful, his cheeks clearly turning a light shade of pink.

“More than you’d think, and… less than 10%?” Bucky pauses, giving it a moment of thought.

“Ohh, so you’ve done this before, then?” you tease at his unintentionally high answer, making him scrunch his face up in a rather sweet manner as he shakes his head earnestly.

“No, I haven’t. Not like thi–” he cuts himself off with another shake of his head, and seems to recenter himself.

“Sometimes if something gets broken, or people get startled, we might try and come back later to make sure everyone is alright, make sure the damages get fixed up. That sort of thing.”

You nod your understanding, hoping he knew you really had been only teasing. You don’t notice how you both seem to have leant forwards toward one another.

“But I’ve never done anything like– like this before,” Bucky’s voice is a little softer this time, and you note how his eyes drop from yours momentarily, a muscle twitching in his cheek below his left eye.

You feel your own heartbeat speed up, sending the butterflies in your stomach back into a frenzy. You have to admit that last night you hadn’t exactly been in the frame of mind to fawn, but you’d seen his picture before, and in person it was even more undeniable how handsome Bucky Barnes was, his somehow both confident and nervous demeanor just that much more endearing. You can’t help but wonder though, if it really was confidence, or just honesty.

“I’m glad I did, though,” he meets your eye again after a few seconds, and it’s like a lightbulb suddenly switches on in your brain.

It was silly, completely juvenile, and a guaranteed ticket to the heart-break hotel, but all at once it’s as though the lighting in the restaurant changes, and everything you’d thought handsome and charming about Bucky before has quadrupled.

You feel like a teenager with a crush again, your heart and mind suddenly setting themselves on this one person, though you don’t even fully understand why. For all you know, Bucky had no intentions of seeing you again after this lunch date, and yet, somehow, you know that isn’t true, nor is it the last you’ll see of him.

Something deep in your chest rumbles and vibrates, and you quickly pull back to center yourself, calm your breathing and quell it down.

“I’m glad you did too,” you say at last. Bucky seems to take note of your adjustment, and leans back a little himself, lips tipping up as he sends you a nod.

For a while as you eat you make small talk about the city and your family’s shop, until eventually the subject turns back to the night before.

“Have you been practicing for a long time?” Bucky asks, gesturing at you with his chopsticks and wearing a curious frown. You falter for a moment, caught between the lie you usually told and the truth.

“Yes and no?” You offer with a slight chuckle.

“My aunt owns a wushu studio here in Brooklyn, so I dabbled a bit growing up, but it wasn’t much,” you explain. You’re almost certain that if you did lie to him about this, he’d be able to call you out right away.

“But during my first month in Hong Kong I got so homesick… I ended up stumbling into the nearest kwoon. I guess I was motivated by that. A lot of the lessons I never really ‘got’ as a kid meant so much more to me…” you tell him, satisfied in your half-truth, seeing as it wasn’t really a lie.

“I ended up traveling to the mainland to learn more from different teachers, different styles, you know?” you shrug then, willing yourself to say no more, a little paranoid you’d already said too much.

“I don’t uh, usually get to put any of it into practice, last night was a total fluke,” you wave your hand with an awkward laugh, and Bucky nods his understanding.

“I’m glad. I hate when people get hurt because of…” he seems to think better of finishing his own sentence, cutting himself off with a frown, a misty look passing over his features. A moment later he shakes his head and meets your eye again.

You sense a depth of emotion behind his gaze, no matter how hard he seems to be trying to hide it behind his forced smile. You open your mouth to reply, but something catches your eye over his shoulder, immediately sapping all of your attention.

A man stands at the busy counter, ostensibly waiting with a numbered ticket for his takeaway order, but his posture and demeanor say otherwise. He stands rigid, his eyes scanning from side to side across the restaurant, hawk-like gaze intensely inspecting customers. Despite this, he doesn’t look at you once, which you know means he’s already seen you.

“Does your aunt still have her studio?” Bucky asks, but it sounds like he’s speaking to you through water. You snap your attention back to him momentarily, blinking as you try to process the question.

“Uh, yeah, she does. I… I help out every other weeknight…” you tell him, becoming distracted once more when the man at the counter’s order is called, and he outstretches his hand to exchange his ticket for the bag. On the back of his palm, nestled between his thumb and pointer finger, sits a small black dragon inked onto his skin.

The man takes his food, and with a last survey of the room, he leaves.

You stand suddenly, chair scraping loudly on the floor as you hurry to your feet.

“I have to go,” you say, pulling on your jacket quickly. Bucky blinks in surprise, but stands also, worry painting his features.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, making you pause, and tear your eyes from the doorway to look him in the eye.

“Y-yes. It’s just— I’m running late. I’m due back and I— I think we have deliveries coming,” you lie terribly, and Bucky knows it. Still, he doesn’t call you out on it, just simply stares at you for a moment as your eyes flicker between him and the door.

You wonder if he thinks it’s something he’s done.

“I- I really enjoyed this— really, it’s just that I have to go, I—” outside the window, the man with the hand tattoo crosses the street, moving to walk out of your sight.

“I really have to go, I’m sorry!” You apologize as you extract yourself from within the cramped tables and chairs, feeling awful, but unable to look back at the man you leave behind.

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worst first ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1649

request?: yes!

“MGK and his girlfriend reader are doing worst first podcast with brittany furlan(lee) and there all cute. Sorry if this one is weird. Love your writings <3″

description: in which they go on a friend’s podcast to talk about their worst first experiences

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Sharing my most embarrassing and personal stories on a podcast for the world to hear was definitely not how I expected to be spending my Monday afternoon. But there I was, sat in front of a microphone next to my boyfriend, Colson, across from our friend, Brittany.

Brittany had invited us on to her podcast, Worst First, where the point was basically to talk about your worst moments in life. I was a pretty private person, so I was a bit skeptical about going on the podcast, but I had trouble saying no to Colson’s blue, puppy dog eyes.

“Have you guys ever talked about your worst first relationship stories?” she asked us.

“I don’t think I’ve told Colson all of mine,” I admitted.

“I don’t think I have either,” Colson agreed. “I feel like we definitely have a lot of stories that we just haven’t gotten around to sharing yet.”

“What’s some you have shared?” Brittany asked. “Like...okay, starting off easy, what is your worst first ‘I love you’ story?”

“A girl I was hooking up with said it to me during sex once,” Colson responded almost immediately.

Brittany and I laughed at his quick response. “What, like a one night stand?”

“No, it had been a few times,” Colson explained. “It was this girl, for lack of better words she was a groupie. She followed me to basically every American show I performed and would track me down at the after parties. It was long before I even met (Y/N), so I decided ‘fuck it’ and slept with her a few times. The last time, we were...you know...doing the deed, and she suddenly tells me she loves me.”

Even though I had heard this story before, I couldn’t help but snicker as I heard him tell us again. “That will never not be funny to me.”

“What happened to the poor girl?” Brittany asked.

“Well, me - having some brain cells - went to her hotel room instead of bringing her to mine. So I just got up and left. Never saw her again. I’m pretty sure we have each other blocked on social media and everything.”

“None of my stories will ever measure up to Colson's,” I said. “I’m just an actress, I’m not a world famous rockstar with groupies and shit.”

“What’s your worst first ‘I love you’ then?” Brittany asked me.

“My ex before Colson, I planned this special date where I cooked us dinner, dressed up all fancy, bought lingerie to surprise him with and all. I told him I loved him for the first time over dinner and he broke up with me basically immediately afterwards, then left.”

“That’s cold!”

“It’s not as good as having a groupie tell you she loves you during sex.”

“You have plenty of interesting stories,” Colson said. “Your worst first date story is my favorite.”

Of course it was, because it was probably my most embarrassing story ever. I was going to kill him for bringing it up right now.

“What’s your worst first date story?” Brittany asked, leaning forward in her seat with her head resting on her hand.

I sighed, slightly annoyed that the story was brought up. “It was one of my first real dates. I was like...maybe 16 or 17, on the cusp of my fame so I wasn’t being followed by paparazzi or anything, luckily. This guy I had met about a month before the date had asked me out to this fancy restaurant on a first date, and I was so excited. I went and bought a new dress, did my hair and makeup, even shaved basically every inch of my body. I was so excited, and then the date came and...he was just...boring.”

Colson was covering his mouth to keep back his laughs and giggles, knowing what was about to come.

“We didn’t talk for the first 20 minutes of the date,” I continued. “I tried, but he just couldn’t keep a conversation. It took ordering our food for him to finally talk. Even then, he just talked about stuff I didn’t understand because he was an athlete and he counted his carbs to make sure he loaded them right, or whatever. Stupid shit.”

Brittany was absolutely engulfed in my story. “What did you do?”

“Well, I tried my best to stay throughout the whole date. I wanted to just up and leave so many times, but I figured that would be rude and, being young and naïve, I knew I didn’t want to be rude. So I toughed it out for as long as I could. It wasn’t until we had gotten our first course and he talked about himself for roughly another 20 minutes that I finally had enough and knew I couldn’t stay. So, I politely excused myself to the bathroom, where I found myself very fortunate to find that there was a window just above the toilet that was big enough that my small stature could wiggle out of it.”

I had Brittany absolutely hooked. She was literally on the edge of her seat, her eyes staring me down as I continued to tell my story. I felt my heartbeat picking up as I neared the most embarrassing part of my already awful date story. I wanted to end it there, to insist that was the worst part of the date, but I knew Colson wasn’t going to allow that.

“Unfortunately for me, the window wasn’t quite big enough for me to get through without some problems. So, I got up onto the toilet, I started to hoist myself out of the window, when suddenly my dress caught onto the latch to lock and unlock the window. I didn’t realize until too late, so I hurtle myself out of the window only to hear the fabric of my dress RIP loudly behind me. When I looked down, I had tore basically the bottom half of my super expensive dress off, which left me in just my skin colored tights with the underwear I had worn for the occasion being showed off for the world to me. To make matters worse, I didn’t bring my jacket to be able to cover myself up with.”

Colson could not contain his laughter any longer and finally began to laugh so hard that I could see tears forming in his eyes. Brittany covered her mouth in shock, but I could tell by the shaking of her shoulders that she was laughing, too.

“What did you do then?” she asked once she had composed herself enough to speak.

“I got what fabric I could reach and covered myself up the best I could. Borrowed a strangers cell to call my mom to come get me. I’ll tell you, the looks I got from that stranger and from the people around me were...interesting, to say the least. My mom got there just as the guy was exiting the restaurant, I guess finally realizing I had bailed on our botched date. I was so glad he never saw me like that. I’d probably be the subject of all his stories until the end of his days if I were. And I’m so glad I wasn’t famous enough to be tailed by paparazzi then or else my career would’ve been ruined before it even started.”

I could feel my face burning up with embarrassment as Colson and Brittany continued to laugh. It was truly the worst moment in my life, and I had yet to come to a point where I could look back and laugh at it. I knew it was such a hilarious story, but, until I could also find it that funny, I hated sharing it with anyone.

I got pretty quiet for the rest of our appearance. I only answered some questions from Brittany and told another story or two before the show finally ended. Brittany thanked us for being her guests that week and hugged us both, giving me an additional squeeze as she did so. I guess she felt a little sorry for me after I shared my story.

The ride back to Colson’s place started off quiet, before Colson finally spoke. “Are you mad at me?”

I looked up at him. “What? Of course not. Why would I be?”

“I made you tell that story.”

“You didn’t make me tell it. I could’ve said no.”

“But we both know Brittany and I would’ve begged you to tell it if you didn’t.”

He had a point. There was no way I was getting out of telling that first date story after Colson brought it up.

“I knew it embarrassed you, but I didn’t know how much until you got quiet around the end there. I feel like such a sack of shit for even bringing it up.’

I reached across to give his thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t stress it too much, babe. It is a super embarrassing story, but it’s one of my better ones. I always said I’d write about it eventually when I got famous enough to write a memoir.”

Colson chuckled at my joke and took my hand in his. He raised it to his lips, his eyes still on the road, as his lips brushed against my knuckles.

“We should’ve told the story about our first date,” I said, watching Colson’s face for a reaction. I giggled when I got the one I wanted: Colson’s face cringing at the memory.

“No way. I want to forget that first first date ever happened. Our second date is the first date, we agreed on that.”

I giggled and continued to tease him about it as we pulled into his driveway, which earned me a seat on Colson’s lap once he put the car in park, and his long fingers tickling my sides until I was crying from laughter.

[violetevents]

HELLO!!! Mutual pining au + locked in a room + first kiss for willex pleaseeee 💖💖💖💖💖

will i ever stop writing hospitality related fics???? probably not. anyway, alex is a chef and willie is a night audit. i hope you like it :)

It’s the end of yet another grueling shift and Alex finds himself stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to the elevator. He has changed out of his chef’s white in the kitchen’s little backroom, and is now in a simple sweater and jeans. He looks out of place among the hotel’s guests, who are dressed up to the nines. Alex is pretty sure they don’t have an official dresscode, but no one steps into the Michelin star restaurant of a Ritz-Carlton without at least a suit or a gown on.

To avoid the crowds of fancy dressed guests who will no doubt side eye him for his attire, he heads towards the service elevator. During the day the thing is in constant usage, mostly by the cleaning staff. But it’s eleven at night now, and when he steps inside, the elevator is blissfully empty. He leans against the wall and takes a deep breath.

Service was good today, but it’s his ninth shift in a row, and he can’t help but be exhausted. He loves his job, he really does, but sometimes he wishes he had picked a profession that values sleep and days off just a little bit more.

The doors slide open on the 12th floor, and someone hurries inside, nearly bumping into Alex.

“I am so sorry,” they say, and then glance up, their face lighting up. “Oh, hi Alex!”

“Hi, Willie,” Alex says, trying to not let his smile take over his entire face. Willie looks a vision in a suit, with his hair pulled back into a bun.

He’s smiling at Alex as he leans over and presses the ground floor button. The elevator doors shut behind him and he sighs. “How was your shift?” He asks, leaning against the wall next to Alex.

“Long,” Alex says, and Willie nods sympathetically. “How’s yours?”

Willie pulls a face. “Room 104 had a noise complaint and 117 demanded fluffier pillows. And that’s only been the first half hour.”

Willie has been the night auditor for as long as Alex has been working in the rooftop restaurant, and he guesses he’s had a crush on the guy for about as long. There’s just something ridiculously refreshing about Willie in a world full of strict rules and fancy suits. He’s a breath of fresh air, someone who never fails to make Alex smile.

They run into each other most nights, when Alex goes to leave and Willie’s shift is just starting. Alex cherishes those little moments they have, figuring that’s all he’s ever going to get.

He’s about to reply, when the elevator shudders to an unexpecting halt. They’re nowhere near the ground floor, and the doors don’t open. This can only mean-

“Not again,” Willie groans, digging around in his pocket for his phone.

Alex sighs and slowly lets himself slide down to the floor. Every once in a while the service elevator breaks down. No one seems to know why, or how, or how to fix it, but it’s always ridiculously inconvenient. Trappings can last up to an hour at times, and his was not how Alex was imagining tonight to go. He had a bath planned, for fucks sake.

Willie is talking on the phone, presumably to whoever is manning the front desk right now. He hangs up eventually, sighs frustratedly, and falls down on the floor next to Alex. “They are aware we’re in here, and they’re calling the mechanic.”

In other words: all they can do right now is wait.

“Hey, look on the bright side, at least you won’t have to deal with any more fluffy pillow complaints for awhile,” Alex says, nudging Willie’s shoulder with his own.

Willie sighs ruefully, “Yeah, or people are even more insufferable by the time I do finally get to them because they’ve had to wait.”

Alex pulls a face. “Yeah, probably.” There’s a silence, and then he ads. “I was going to have a bath.”

Willie laughs, “I’m sorry, that’s not funny, you just sound so upset.”

“Are you laughing at my pain, William?”

“A little bit, yeah,” Willie says, and his eyes are twinkling, and it’s a challenge almost, and Alex sticks out his tongue at him.

“I hope everyone demands fluffy pillows for the rest of your night,” he says, and now it’s Willie’s turn to stick out his tongue.

Alex laughs. “For two people working in one of the fanciest hotels in town we are ridiculously immature, you know that?”

“It’s what I like so much about us,” Willie says.

Us. Willie doesn’t mean it in the way Alex wants him to mean it, but god, that sounds nice, doesn’t it? Us.

A silence falls over them while Alex’s spirals down a rabbit hole full of ‘us’ and ‘we’ and ‘ours’ and Willie stares a the ceiling, seemingly deep in thought.

“How’s the boyfriend?” Willie eventually asks, and gets shaken out of his thoughts quite rudely.

“How’s who?” He asks, incredibly confused. He would know if he had a boyfriend, right?

Willie waves his hands around, but he’s pointedly not looking at Alex. “You know, that guy that comes to pick you up every now and then? Dark blond hair, no sleeves.”

Alex stares at him incredulously now. “Luke?!”

Willie looks at him now, if only to frown. “How the fuck am I supposed to know what his name is?”

It comes out kind of rude, and suddenly a lot of things are clicking into place for Alex. How Willie had always disappeared from his side the second Luke showed up. How he immediately changed the subject if the conversations steered only slightly into the love territory. How he had always denied any of Alex (albeit a bit botched) attempts at flirting.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” he says, turning so he faces Willie. “I’m single.”

“Oh,” Willie says, sounding slightly hopeful.

“Actually, I kind of have this crush…”

“Oh,” Willie says, again. This time he’s sounding kind of sad again.

“Yeah,” Alex says, and then he surges forward and kisses Willie full on the mouth.

This is not the kind of thing he usually does, kissing people at work, being the one to initiate the kiss, but this is Willie he can’t not.

They pull back and Willie is looking at him wide eyed, and suddenly the elevator springs back to life and they find themselves scrambling to get up. Only seconds later the elevator opens on the ground floor and they’re greeted by Flynn and the mechanic.

Willie walks him to the door, and there’s a silence between them and it’s kind of awkward and Alex is just starting to regret it, is just starting to think maybe he fucked it all up, when Willie says, “When’s your next day off?”

“Uh, Friday,” Alex says. They’re standing at the employee exit now, and Alex is fiddling with the strap of his backpack.

“I, uh, know this coffee shop a few blocks from here. Really good stuff. Think you maybe want to go there with me?”

“Yeah,” Alex says, smiling widely, “yeah, I would really like that.” And then, because he’s riding this wave of courage all the way to the end, he leans forward and kisses Willie on his cheek before disappearing through the door.

He’s still absolutely exhausted, but he’s not stumbling anymore. In fact, he nearly skips the whole way home.

[urtrashwaifu]

Lost and Found pt. 2 (Aizawa x Fem!Reader)

For your first few days all you did was sit back and watch Mic teach. You by no means wanted to intrude or take over. He was fun to listen to and often asked for your help or input. The week came and went and before you knew it, the first week was almost over. Nerves finally beginning to dwindle to nothing, Friday was here. 

The students filed in like any other day. “They’re doing an assembly (I’m from the states so if you don’t know what this is, basically the school gets all the students together in the gym or theatre to go over something together) today so we won’t have much to do but grade papers and relax.” Mic let you know as you arrived, setting your books down. You smiled and nodded, getting to work on the stack of papers while Mic instructed the students on their course of action today. 

Once all of the students were on their way to the assembly, Mic started making small talk. Much like at lunches he asked how your stay was so far, what you enjoyed doing in your down time, etc. “Have you seen much of Japan?” 

You shook your head slightly, sipping from your thermos. “Only what I saw at the Tokyo airport, and on the train ride into the prefecture.” Mic tilted his head, “You live close to school?” you pulled out your phone, pointing to the pinpoint a few blocks away and Mic laughed at the irony, he was only a couple of minutes from you. 

“Hey, me, Midnight and a few friends are going out to dinner tonight. You should come!” he announced. “Oh Mic I don’t know, I don’t want to impose.” You said, shaking your head with a smile. He seemed to brush it off, “I think you'll have fun, I’ll let Nemuri know you’re coming!” he laughed, pulling out his phone.  

Without trying to fight your new and very excited friend more, you agreed and worked through the rest of the day. By the time school let our, Mic was buzzing and ready for the weekend. “I’m just going to go home and change, I’ll meet you guys there.” you said as you walked towards the door. “Oh nonsense, I’m close enough, I’ll just pick you up. That way you don’t have to try to get home without knowing the city.” you agreed, he was right, there’s no way you’d know where to go from your house. “Okay, that’s perfect.” You smiled. “We’ll see you at 8!” he laughed, leading the way out the door. 

When you got home you hopped in the shower, sliding into comfortable but still outerwear clothes and began working on your hair. By eight o’clock you turned off the lights inside and heard a horn beep in front of your house. You walked out, locking the door and waved to Mic in the front seat. 

There was someone in the passenger seat and Nemuri on the back driver’s side. You hopped in the backseat and buckled in. “Hey hey, there she is!” Mic laughed as he shifted the car into drive and began moving. Midnight began chatting you up. “So this is what you look like going out, so cute!” she smiled, putting an arm around you and laughing. 

Midnight herself looked more relaxed. Instead of her usual hero costume she donned a low-cut black v-neck shirt and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. Her red boots cut off just above her knee and her iconic red lipstick stood out on her face. She was gorgeous.

“Y/n I don’t think I’ve introduced you to Shouta yet. This is Aizawa Shouta, he works at UA too.” Aizawa turned in his seat a bit, “Nice to meet you.” His voice was deep and sleepy, you blushed slightly, pink tinging your cheeks. A meek, “Hi,” was all you could manage before turning back to Midnight to kick the dorky look on your face. 

You made small talk in the car for the ride to the restaurant. When you arrived, everyone exited the car and walked inside. Midnight led the way, having a reservation and you looked at Aizawa over your shoulder, not wanting to cut him off on the way to the table. His dark hair hung in his face and he looked up at you, “Go ahead, ladies first.” A small smile cracked on his lips as he laid a hand on your waist, leading you in front of him. “Thanks,” you blushed, moving a bit quicker, just trying to avoid being awkward. 

[hanniiesuckle17]

Milk

A/n: This was not requested but I hope you feel better piper <3 I love you! This is for you :) (This is not thoroughly edited like always)

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Warnings: just fluffy shy seungmin

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: After moving into a apartment building, Y/n finds a new friend in the stray cat in the alley behind her. She doesn’t realize someone has been admiring her kindness to the animal from afar. Sometimes a small act of kindness leads to a happiness that can last a life time. 

Genre: fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, neighbor!au, fem reader

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Living in a tiny rundown apartment building was not my first choice. Nor was it my second or third or fourth or fifth or two hundredth. But being a struggling student living on my own for the first time didn’t leave me with many other options. The room was cheap and had all the amenities I needed. There was a bus line to the college only a short walk away. An added bonus was the fried chicken place just a few blocks away from the building. 

But, the heating often cut out. My landlord was less than kind. The couple living above me procreated like rabbits and the ceiling did nothing to muffle the noise. The neighbors next door were quiet for the most part. I had yet to meet the tenants in the rooms on either side. 

With the spring semester just around the corner, students flocked to the class registers. Spots filled up quickly leaving me with early morning classes. What a bummer. I was not the biggest morning person. I preferred to stay up at night and sleep until I physically couldn't anymore. 

Sleepily pulling my shoes on, I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. The sun had just risen and a still orange pink glow was cast over the small cramped street. A small sound had me turning my head towards the alley next to my apartment building. 

Having a few minutes to spare before my bus arrived, I peeked around the corner searching for the sound. Just as I was about to turn around, a cat peeked its head out from behind the building’s dumpster. It slinked around the metal container, its thin body shifting from side to side as it walked. 

“Hi, there little guy!”

Slowly and carefully I approached the stray. It had spotted gray and white fur practically clinging onto its bones. It watched me with fear in its dull blue eyes. The small creature flinched as I reached out my hand for it to smell. It eyed me for a few moments before backing away and hiding under the dumpster. 

“Okay bud...that’s okay. When I come back I’ll bring you a little treat!”

As I was walking away, a sound from above made me jump. Looking up I saw a window on my story close, long slender fingers pulling it in. Thinking nothing of it I turned around and made my way to the bus stop. In my mind I made a mental note to pick something up to give to the little cat in the alley. 

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The shop bell rang as I exited the establishment. It was already beginning to get dark and the streetlights were casting a yellow golden glow in circles on the cramped street. Plastic bag in hand I walked back towards home, the scent of fresh fried chicken floating up to my nose. 

As I approached the building instead of going in I walked passed and turned down into the alley. The street lamp cast a small glow allowing me to see through some of the dark shadows. 

“Here kitty kitty! Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Hearing a can roll across the pavement I saw the thin feline emerge from under the trash container. Its ears twitched and its nose rose in the air smelling the fried food I carried. Crouching to its level I stayed in the lightest part of the alley and pulled out a piece of the fried chicken I had picked up only a few minutes ago. 

Intriguided by the food, the cat slowly inched its way to the oustretched snack. It sniffed the chicken before it’s pale pink nose brushed over my finger taking in my scent. Staying perfectly still I let it nibble on the chicken for a moment. “You’re too cute.” Seeing the cat begin to struggle with the food, I pulled it back and starting tearing it into pieces for him. 

“What should I call you little guy?” 

The cat’s fear of me seemed to have disappeared as he snacked on the chicken. Hesitantly, I reached out and stroked his head only receiving a tiny flinch from the animal. “You’re quite small aren’t you?” The cat continued to eat the chicken with vigor. Grabbing a bottle of water and a paper plate from the restaurant, I poured some for the cat to drink. “How about Makki?” 

The gray cat already looked much happier than when I had first seen him this morning. As I reached out to stroke his fur, he did not flinch away. “Do you like chicken Makki?” He let out a gravely meow before turning back to his grand meal. 

My fingers felt the grooves of his ribs as I pet his side. I smiled feeling Makki’s rough tongue over my other hand. My attention was dragged away from the cat when I heard the scuff of a shoe not far away. At the entrance of the alley looked a boy maybe my age. His body faced the building but his eyes stayed trained on me over the black mask he wore. 

His shaggy brown hair had a golden glint under the street light. His hands were tucked firmly in his jean pockets giving him a cold sort of look. Lifting my hand from Makki’s back I shyly waved to the boy. As if he came out of a trance, the boy walked away from the alley on his resumed path. 

Choosing to ignore the awkward encounter (I admit that it would be weird to see a girl just sitting in an alley with a cat), I watched Makki finish off the pieces I tore. He rubbed up against my legs and let me scratched his ears. 

“Okay, Makki! I’ve got an essay to write. I’ll bring you some breakfast tomorrow, okay buddy?” With a sad meow, he tried to follow me out of the alley but sat at the entrance and watched me walk into the building.  I watched him list his head from the alley and gave him a little wave goodbye before going in for the night.

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After a few months of taking care of him, Makki was basically my own. Every morning and every night without fail I would stop by and spend time with Makki. When I could afford it, I brought him chicken. He seemed to always love that. 

As finals inched closer, I couldn’t see him as much as I wanted to. Studying took up most of my nights and I was forced inside my tiny apartment, headphones only half blocking out the noise from the faulty pipes and my upstairs neighbors. 

One night I glanced over at the clock seeing it was only 10:00 pm. “I have some left overs I’m sure Makki would like.” Aware that I needed a break, I got up and stretched before heating up some leftover dinner for my little cat. Slowly he had gotten to a healthy size and I could no longer see his ribs under his spotted gray and white coat. I didn’t have to keep feeding him, but Makki seemed like my only friend as of late. 

Grabbing a bowl and filling it with water I ventured downstairs and into the lobby. A slightly familiar face was entering the building doors, keys in hand. He looked up, our eyes meeting. Those dark, almost black, eyes looked familiar, reminding me of a puppy. The brunette’s eyes widened in recognition seeing me. The boy from the street. He had a handsome face, the light locks highlighting the angles and tone of his features. In all honesty he was more than likely the most handsome man I had ever seen. 

He looked me up and down before his soft eyes fell onto the dishes in my hand. When his eyes returned he gave me a small smile and a hesitant wave. Without another word he walked past me up the stairs. 

Using my shoulder to open the door, the cool spring night air greeted me. My shoes scraped against the downhill pavement as I turned the corner into the alley. To my surprise, Makki sat in the middle of the backstreet, drinking from a saucer full of milk. Beside the bowl was a plate with little pieces of fried food. Inching closer, I saw it was fish. 

Someone had already fed him.

“Hey, buddy!” Makki greeted me with a friendly meow brushing up against my legs. “Looks like someone already fed you, huh?” I asked in confusion. No one had ever shown interest in him before. Why had they started to take care of Makki now?

Pursing my lips, I set down the dishes and watched Makki eat and drink, petting him occasionally. “Their supper is a little but better than mine, huh?” He only responded my digging in more to the fish. “I’ll bring you chicken next time, Makki.” I watched him eat the food before the slender cat climbed into my lap, begging for me to pet him. 

It was getting late and Makki was practically falling asleep in my lap. I had already asked my landlord if I could bring him inside, but Mr. Kwon hated pets. Carefully putting Makki on the makeshift bed I had made him out of a thrown out chair, I brushed myself off before looking at the mostly clean dishes on the ground. 

Logically, whoever fed Makki would have to come back for the dishes. Finding a semi clean piece of paper and grabbing the pen in my pocket I wrote a little note to the kind soul who helped out my little cat. ‘Thank you for taking care of Makki! It means a lot. - Apt.306B’. Placing the note in the dry milk saucer, I left the alley to go back to my essay. 

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For the next few nights every time I went down to fed Makki, a bowl of milk and usually a small plate of food was already there. Curiosity eating me up, I decided to catch Makki’s mystery feeder. 

The next night, forgoing my term paper, I parked myself at my window overlooking the alley. Finally the sun went down and I watched from my slightly air conditioned perch for the kind soul feeding my feline child. Just as I was losing hope a head of light brown hair rounded the corned into the back alley, a bowl of milk in hand. 

“I GOT HIM! YES!” I cheered. “I got you! I got you!” I sang dancing around. Rushing out the door, I took the stairs two at a time just to burst out the lobby doors onto the street. Out of breath but with a smile I rounded the corner, hand holding me steady on the brick wall of the building. 

“So it was you!” I said happily, scaring the boy crouched down next to Makki. Those same dark puppy like eyes looked up at me in surprise. He seemed at a loss for words, frozen, long slender fingers over over the cat’s head. “I never would have guessed! I mean that day in the lobby, maybe, but it just didn’t cross my mind.” 

The boy continued to stare at me, less in shock now, but the expression I could not decipher. “Um...I’m from apartment 306.” I smiled seeing Maki next to the boy drinking the white treat. Giving him a kind smile, I reached out my hand for him to shake. 

Shyly, he took my hand and shook it. “Yeah...I know.” Under the yellow glow of the street light I looked over his handsome features once more. “I’m...uh...I’m 304.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. After all this time, this was how I met my next door neighbor. “Finally I get to meet you. I’ve been wondering who was living next door.” The boy seemed to relax, letting out a small laugh. “What’s your name?” 

He seemed surprised as I moved to sit down next to him. Makki climbed into my lap and on instinct I started scratching his ears. “Seungmin, Kim Seungmin. And you?”

“Y/n L/n.” 

I laughed as he awkwardly moved to shake my hand again. “He’s really a good cat.” Seungmin said petting Makki’s gray fur. I nodded and turned to see Seungmin already looking at me. 

“Why did you start feeding him by the way?”

The handsome boy shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “This is going to sound way creepy. I swear it was a coincidence.” Urging him to continue with a smile, I continued stroking Makki’s head. Occasionally my arm brushed up against Seungmin’s as it moved. “I actually saw you from my window. Then we ran into each other on the street that night.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question Seungmin.” I would be lying if I said that his smile didn’t make my heart skip a beat. It melted even more seeing him pet the almost sleeping cat in my lap.

“Yeah about that.” His long finger reached up and scratched his brow before returning to Makki’s ears. “That night I just thought you were really, really pretty. I liked seeing how kind you were to the cat and watching you play with him.” His hand accidentally brushed mine and his cheeks reddened. They darkened even more when I didn’t pull away.

“Go on,”

“One day you stopped coming. I figured something came up because you cared about the cat so much. So, I just tried feeding him. I got scratched more than a few times in the beginning.” Seungmin laughed, instinctively rubbing his arms where Makki must have nicked him. “Eventually he warmed up to me and I saw why you loved him so much. Then you left me that note. It was by far the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Well you certainly are not what I expected to find when I wanted to search for Makki’s secret milk source.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever bought so much milk.”

The two of us laughed and continued to sit and talk in the alleyway. “Thank you again, for feeding him while I had term stuff.” Seungmin shrugged and looked over at me. 

“It was nothing.” It was hard to stifle the laugh at his attempt of being nonchalant. “You know, I could talk to Mr. Kwon about letting you bring Makki into the building...” 

My eyes widened and I instinctively hugged my cat to my chest. “Really! You would do that? Wait- how would you even do that. That man has zero soul. Like no soul at all. Completely soulless.”

He chuckled at my joke, brown hair blowing gently in the night breeze. “I have my ways. If I do...would you do something for me?” His bright smile lit up the night watching me nod excitedly. “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

Seungmin seemed to hold his breath waiting for my answer. “Are you asking me or are you saying that is your condition for talking to Mr. Kwon?” Seungming squinted his eyes and looked off into the distance for a moment in thought.

“Oh.....you’re right.......You will have dinner with me tomorrow.”

“Woah, slow down there, buddy. I barely know you!” 

“Arrrrghhh,” Seungmin groaned covering his face and lying on the cement in frustration. I couldn’t help but laugh at his vexation. “Why is asking you out so hard?”

“I’m just teasing. Of course I’ll get dinner with you.” With a sigh of relief, Seungmin sat up with a smile. “With a face like that who spends that much milk money on someone else’s cat, how could I not want to go out with you?” Seungmin helped me up from the ground, holding onto my hand even when I was standing. 

“Good. Cause I was very nervous you’d say no.”

“Look at me. I’ve fallen for the milk man,” Seungmin groaned at my terrible joke but kept out hands intertwined as we walked back into the building with Makki under my arm. I had never been filled with more joy than in that moment. 

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Masterlist

[ideasaboutpokemon]

Note: I have no idea how tagging someone works on this app, but I’m trying :(

So, I was on Tumblr and I saw someone with the username @prismtowerprincess (they’re awesome btw, I recommend checking them out) and it gave me an idea:

The story of Rapunzel BUT make it Pokémon XY. More specifically, Diodeshipping (Clemont X Ash)

Let me explain.

Basically it’s a rewrite of the Disney film Tangled but in the Pokémon XY universe.

So for the plot, Clemont is the lost gym leader trapped in Prism Tower, locked off to all of Kalos (there are only 7 gym leaders of Kalos because the 8th one went missing as a child and therefore Prism Tower was put out of business) Clemont was kidnapped at the age of 1 and a half by Xerosic (on Lysander’s orders but we don’t know that yet) because he was somewhat prophesied to be some kind of genius that shaped the future of Kalos and Lysander didn’t want that prophecy coming true. Xerosic is manipulative through Clemont’s childhood and convinced him not to go outside, as Xerosic only enters through a window at the top of the tower. To get up, he asks Clemont to let down his HAIR [Handy And Indestructible Rope] which Clemont does ever day without fail. Whilst he accepts his life, Clemont is getting bored of the way his life is since he’s seemingly read every book, worked on every calculation, made every invention, etc. He wants to see the Pokémon made electric shower that happens to fall each year on the night of his birthday, but Xerosic won’t let him, telling Clemont in greatly exaggerated detail about the dangers of going. When Clemont asks Xerosic again on his 16th birthday, he snaps and yells at Clemont, who hides in his room out of fear. Xerosic leaves, and Clemont goes and sits in his closet like he does when he needs some alone time. Xerosic tells Clemont that he’ll get the him a new wrench for his birthday, and leaves to go to the mechanics shop.

Meanwhile Ash is on the run with Jessie and James, who don’t trust Ash but need him for their heists. Whilst Jessie and James like stealing unique Pokémon from Kalos and trading them for money, Ash prefers stealing gym badges. They just stole the only Mega Evolution Stone from Professor Sycamore’s lab, so the professor sends the Royal Kalos Defence Force to arrest them with the chase being led by a Pikachu, who is at first underestimated by Ash and his crew. But after witnessing first-hand the power of Pikachu’s thunderbolt, the trio end up separated with Ash having to fly solo. After complaining that the wanted poster messed up his nose, he spots Prism Tower, and comes to the conclusion that since it’s a gym, he can rob the gym leader there. And since Pikachu is hot on his tail, he has no choice but to climb up and hide. Clemont hears Ash enters the building, ventured out of the closet and knocks ash out with an old wrench, tying him to a chair with his HAIR in a panic. When Ash wakes up, he sees Clemont walking around the room looking highly anxious, and mockingly asks him questions like if he was a boy or a girl due to Clemont’s longer than average hair, referring to him as “Gender-bent Goldilocks” on occasion. Clemont demands to know who Ash is, and naively believes the wanted man when he says his name is “Tom-Ato” Ash asks for the stone back and Clemont says that he’ll return the stone if Ash takes him to see the electric shower. Ash reluctantly agrees, but secretly plans on betraying Clemont at the earliest opportunity. Ash gets Clemont to use his HAIR as a way of escaping the tower rather than letting Xerosic into it, but still, Clemont is terrified. Reluctantly, Ash carries Clemont to an isolated first as the blond haired man is too scared to walk on the floor since he’s never been outside before and when Clemont gets on the grass he runs around in an excited phase. He continually flips between a mood of joy and depression/fear of Xerosic’s response. Ash uses his guilt to try and force Clemont back to the castle, but Clemont refuses. However, he bumps into a Luxray and is scared easily. Whilst Ash is tempted to leave Clemont stuck up a tree he climbed to escape the playful Pokémon, he eventually gives in to his gut and goes to rescue Clem who proclaims his gratitude for “The Heroic Tom Ato” which makes Ash laugh. Clemont eventually grows to trust the Luxray, who joins them on their quest into the centre of Lumious City where the electricity event takes place.

Meanwhile, Xerosic asks Clemont to let down his HAIR, and when he doesn’t, Xerosic grows concerned. With Lysander’s orders to never let Clemont leave the tower ringing in his head, he runs up a hidden emergency staircase, breaks into the tower and is dismayed to see that Clemont isn’t there, as well as the stolen mega evolution stone laying in the closet floor. He pockets the stone and begins using a set of goggles to track Clemont’s footprints. After seeing another set of prints next to Clemont’s he lets out a panicked cry and chases after them, running into Jessie and James along the way. The duo are musing about the lost stone and Xerosic demands they tell him who stole the stone (and Clemont). They challenge him to a battle - if he wins, they tell him everything as well as help him, and if he looses, he gives them all his possessions. Xerosic agrees.

Ash takes Clemont to a pub in order to scare him back into the castle as the people inside all have reputation of somewhat dangerous trainers. When Ash and Clemont walk in, the entire pub turns on them and recognises Ash from the wanted posters. They close in on the duo, and as they’re backing up Ash tells Clemont that it’s not too late to “run back home.” This approach almost works until in a state of fear, Clemont asks some of the people closing in on him if they’ve ever had a dream to follow. One by one the “menaces” in the pub reveal their not-so scary dreams. Brock wants to be a doctor. Misty just wants to be better than her sisters. Tracy wants to be an artist. Serena and May just want to dance and Cilan wants to open up his own restaurant with his two brothers. Ash confessed his dream is to be seen as a champion and Clemont says his dream is to see the electric shower. Ash sees Jessie and James directing an unfamiliar man in a red lab coat (Xerosic) to where him and Clemont are, and panics. He grabs Clemont and they try to escape out of the back, where they are confronted by Pikachu and a squad of Dedennes. Cilan grabs Clemont and directs him and Ash to an underground tunnel that will get them out of there, which the two and Luxray run down before Jessie, James and Xerosic can get in. Unfortunately for them, Pikachu also manages to follow them through the tunnel. Xerosic walks in and demands to know where the tunnel went. One of the people in the pub - Alain - tells him against the wishes of Brock and Misty. Xerosic takes Jessie and James to beat Ash and Clemont to the exit.

Clemont and Ash are halfway down the tunnel when Ash hands Clemont a pokeball. Clemont asks what it is, and Ash revealed that it would be easier for them to travel if Luxray was inside the pokeball. Clemont bolds the pokeball out, Luxray bops it with his nose and is sucked into it, and caught. Clemont is panicking that Luxray disappeared, whilst Ash reassures him that Luxray is safe in the pokeball. As the two get near the exit of the tunnel, it ends up looking like more of a cave and a stone is knocked loose, causing the cave to start flooding. This results in the water blocking their light source and the exit is hidden from view. (I don’t entirely recall what happens in the film here so I’m sorry and this bit might seem a little random in terms of the rest of the plot) Clemont and Ash are at the point of nearly drowning when Ash tells Clemont he’s really Ash Ketchum from Pallet Town. Clemont then confesses to Ash that he always takes a few of his inventions with him, and pulls out his HAIR, which when turned on, somehow gives off a little bit of light. The duo realise they can use this to escape, and when they find the exit of the cave, Clemont asks Ash why he lied to him and Ash says it’s because “It was easy.” Pikachu then fires an electroball at Ash, but Clemont takes the hit for him. Pikachu stops attacking whilst Ash looks at Clemont’s injury, which is quite a minor one, and Clemont asks Pikachu to trust Ash just until he gets back to the tower after seeing the electric shower. Ash notes that since Jessie and James were trying to capture both of them, they’re probably enemies now. He blames the stone heist on them and Pikachu relents, joining them on the journey. He sits on Ash’s shoulder to make sure he doesn’t do anything illegal.

Night falls and Ash shows Clemont how to make a fire. When he goes to get more firewood with Pikachu, Xerosic emerges from the bushes and grabs Clemont by the arm. He attempts to drag the lost gym leader back to the tower but Clemont breaks free and yells that he trusts Ash entirely. Xerosic laughs and mocks Clemont, saying Ash would never be trustable as the only reason he tolerated Clemont in the first place. He then dares Clemont to put his trust in Ash and give him the stone to watch how fast Ash would leave him. Xerosic then tells Clemont that he’ll be keeping an eye on him, leaves Clemont with the stone alone in the woods near the fire and disappears. Meanwhile Ash is trying to collect more wood but Pikachu is giving him a hard time. Pikachu seems to question why Ash is doing this, to which the boy has no idea. He says that something in his gut is drawing him to Clemont, but passes it off as an “opportunity”. He tells Pikachu how he feels obliged to take care of Clemont and yet again, passes it off as an “opportunity”. He returns to see Clemont visibly shaken and rushes to comfort him. Clemont then shows Ash some calculations based on the fire he did, but didn’t know how he did them. This amazes Ash who tells Clemont that the science he just did was so amazing, causing the lost gym leader to blush. They basically chat and have joke fights like an old married couple for a while, but neither of them are aware of this due to Ash being dense and Clemont not knowing what love is. Meanwhile, Xerosic is watching from the bushes, plotting how to use this to his advantage. He watched from afar as Ash pulls Clemont into an embrace as they go to sleep under the stars.

The next morning, Clemont prods Ash awake due to being scared of the unknown Pokémon surrounding them. It turns out that it’s actually the Royal Kalos Defence Force to arrest Ash and now Clemont as well. Ash asks Pikachu to help fight them off, and Luxray helps Clemont. They fight off the Dedennes and run into the city where preparations for the festival are being made. Clemont is overexcited at the sight of all the machines and Ash actually walks down a whole street is pop-up stands without stealing anything for once! Telling Clemont that, he takes the lost gym leader’s hand and drags him to the middle of the festival where a man called the Blasekin mask is giving a speech about it being his lost son’s 16th birthday. Clemont tells Ash that it’s his 16th birthday too, which shocks Ash. He buys Clemont a slice of cake to celebrate and the duo spend the day playing in three streets with everyone else. Pikachu and Luxray bond as well, and Luxray asks Pikachu and not arrest Ash. Pikachu says he’ll consider it. Non of the other humans know what the two Pokémon are saying.

During the festival, Clemont starts to come out of his shell whilst Ash is also having fun, no longer thinking of the stone. Clemont meets a young girl who says her name is Bonnie, and she’s the sister of the lost gym leader. Clemont asks what the lost gym leader is, to which Bonnie remarks that he “must’ve been locked in a tower all your life if you haven’t heard of him.” unaware of the irony of that statement. She explains that due to a prophecy, her brother was abducted at the age of 1 and a bit, and taken away from his father. Bonnie then proceeds to explain that after her brother went missing, her mother started to grow ill from heartache. When she gave birth to Bonnie 8 years later, the stress of having a baby drained the life from her, and whilst Bonnie survived, her mother didn’t. Both Ash and Clemont are horrified by this revelation and Bonnie remarks that Clemont’s eyes look like hers. She gives Clemont the Lumiose gym badge and smiles at him. Her father then approaches them, tells her not to talk to strangers, and leads Bonnie away. Clemont starts to cry into Ash’s shoulder as Ash stands there looking shocked. Clemont apologises for his emotions and Ash tells him not to worry about it as everyone feels sad sometimes. To put him at piece, Ash takes Clemont to see the flowers that decorate the memorial of the lost gym leader’s mother, which had a stone with the engraving of “The future is now thanks to science.” Clemont says quote feels familiar to him but he can’t place where from, causing Ash to look at him in confusion. Brushing it aside, he drags Clemont all around town to see all the inventions, all of which intrigue Clemont.

On the night of the festival, Ash says that the best place to see the festival is on top of the Pokémon Centre, but Clemont is scared of the heights. Ash helps him up and they watch the electric shower together. In the climax of the shower, Ash leans in to kiss Clemont for a reason he can’t quite place, but before he can actually kiss him, he sees James and Jessie behind Clemont on a building roof across the street and pulls away to go and talk to them. Clemont then gives the stone to Ash, surprising the their greatly, and agrees to let Ash go. Whilst Ash is gone, Xerosic emerges from behind and tells Clemont to be wary of Ash’s motives. Clemont is confused by this but Xerosic merely says he’ll wait for him by the back entrance to the Pokémon Centre. Ash goes to talk to Jessie and James but is captured by them and tied up by an electric net. They take Pikachu and go, leaving Ash to call for help in a soundproof room.

After Xerosic leaves, Clemont is sat by himself on the roof when he’s grabbed by Jessie and James, who tell him he’ll make them a lot of profit. He pulls himself out of their grasp and runs outside and calls for Ash’s help, to which the duo tell him not to bother as Ash was the one who told them to kidnap him before taking the stone and leaving. They back a resistant Clemont into a corner whilst telling him in detail how Ash said he was pathetic but could be used for other purposes, therefore making him a good trade. Clemont breaks down into tears when hearing of Ash’s betrayal and as Jessie and James are about to knock him out, they are attacked by a Malamar. As they’re knocked out, Xerosic returns the Malamar to a pokeball he’s holding, walks out towards Clemont who rushes to embrace him, and yells him that he’s here so everything will be ok. He puts an arm around Clemont and explains that Ash pretended to love him just to get the stone, which breaks Clemont’s heart. Xerosic leads Clemont home whilst the Royal Kalos Defence Force arrest Ash as well as Jessie and James.

Laying awake in the tower, Clemont is looking at the Lumiose gym badge in sadness when Xerosic sits on his bed. Clemont asks Xerosic why he saved him since Clemont disobeyed direct orders and left. Xerosic tells Clemont that whilst he’s very disappointed in him and will most likely punish him later, he still lives Clemont as “That’s what family does.” Clemont questions how they can be related, to which Xerosic ignores him. Clemont wonders aloud where Ash is now, and to distract him, Xerosic pulls out some of Clemont’s old inventions to remind him that he doesn’t need Ash. Clemont looks closely at his inventions and realise that the Lumiose gym badge has been carved on all of them, like some kind of sign. Rushing to his closet, he pulls out his old notebook, the first page reading “The future is now thanks to science.” He confronts Xerosic about it, using the signs and quote to question why he even knows these things from years ago if he’s only learned about them today. Clemont then questions why he’s so good at inventing as Xerosic never taught him, and reflects on how he shares the lost gym leader’s mother’s eyes. He points out how there was a physical resemblance between him and Bonnie, and how the electric shower happens to fall every year on his birthday. He tells Xerosic that his birthday is the same as the lost gym leaders birthday, which sends Xerosic into a panic. Clemont tells Xerosic with no question that he is the lost gym leader, which Xerosic feebly denies. As Clemont starts to question why Xerosic wouldn’t tell him, Xerosic yells at Clemont that he will never leave the tower. Clemont says that Xerosic can’t stop him, at which Xerosic tells Clemont about lysandres “contingency plan” and proceeds to back Clemont up into a corner. He takes the pokeball containing Luxray and puts it in his pocket, causing Clemont to cry out in guilt et not being able to stop Xerosic taking his new friend. As Clemont is stood helpless, pinned in the corner by Xerosic, he pulls out a phone in front of Clemont and phones Lysander, saying half to Lysander and half to Clemont, “Director, it’s time for plan B.”

Meanwhile, Ash is sat in jail with Jessie and James, and he asks them how they could betray them. They say that Xerosic bribed them, and Ash leaves it at that. As Ash tries to break out, they muse about how they need a cool new duo name when a Meowth walks up to the cell and talks in the human language, shocking the three criminals. He says he heard from people within Lysandres organisation called Team Flare that they were using a new method of confining the lost gym leader to prism tower. Whilst Jessie and James are shocked that this Meowth knew where the lost gym leader was the entire time, Ash realised that Clemont is actually the lost gym leader, and that he’s in danger. He begs the Meowth to break them out, to which the Meowth replies “Back up’s outside.” As he breaks the cell open, all of Ash’s new friend from the pub help break him out. Pikachu jumps on Ash’s shoulder, and Ash realised that Pikachu got the people from the pub to come break him out! He thanks Pikachu, and together they rush off to prism tower to help Clemont escape from Xerosic.

When Ash gets to prism tower, he asks Clemont to let down his HAIR, which is lowered quickly. Ash climbs up the rope only to be met with the sight of Clemont in chains with a gag around his mouth, trying to tell Ash to flee. Xerosic creeps up behind Ash and stabs him with a dagger, causing Clemont to cry out in guilt and Ash to tell in pain as he falls to the ground. Xerosic tells Clemont that this is his fault and proceeds to drag him towards a secret trapdoor leading to an isolated basement that Clemont didn’t know about. Clemont is resisting this and eventually manages to get the gag to fall from his mouth and hang around his neck. He then tells Xerosic that he will never stop trying to get away unless he lets Clemont use his invention to save Ash. Xerosic reluctantly agrees and unchains Clemont, who frantically rushes to Ash’s aid whilst Xerosic watches from by the trapdoor. Ash asks what the invention does and Clemont explains quickly that is would patch up the wound. Ash then asks how much it can be used, to which Clemont replies “only once.” As the lost gym leader aims at Ash’s wound, Ash deliberately knocks the invention as Clemont pulls the trigger so that the invention fires at Xerosic instead, causing is body to freeze over in some kind of cocoon. As his face freezes over, the last this he addresses to Clemont is “What have you done?!” He drops Luxray’s pokeball causing the Pokémon to come out. Pikachu then runs up to him and with Luxray they both aim a powerful thunderbolt star Xerosic’s comatose from gyre, causing it to break into small pieces, effectively killing Xerosic. Clemont is too caught up sobbing into Ash’s chest to notice - he asks Ash why he sacrificed himself for him, to which Ash merely replies that “science is so amazing” As Clemont accepts that he’s going to loose Ash for good, he leans in to kiss Ash, to which Ash responds by putting his lips on Clemont’s. Suddenly, Clemont’s glasses light up and like he suddenly pulls out an old fabreze. Using different components from around the room, in less than 15 seconds, he manages to convert it to a “Heal my love-inator” and applies it to Ash’s stab wound. As the bleeding stops and the wound disappears, Clemont tells Ash that they need to get to a Pokémon center now. Ash says he feels fine, which surprises Clemont greatly. Ash asks Clemont how he knew how to do that to his invention. Clemont replies that honestly has no idea, and Ash kisses him again, causing Clemont to blush. He backs away, telling Ash that they can kiss after Ash is patched up by Nurse Joy. Ash says that he feels completely normal, and describes Clemont’s new invention as some kind of “super-duper max revive potion!” which causes Clemont to blush. Clemont reveals that he had no idea what he was doing, which amazes Ash even more. Clemont then goes to look at the remains of Xerosic, trying not to cry. Ash then takes Clemont and his HAIR, saying that he’s free to go and live his life now. Cutting the HAIR apart, Clemont says that he has no use for it and begs Ash to take him around the world because after being locked up for so long, he wants to know what he’s missed out on. Ash then says that there’s somewhere they need to go first.

Ash takes Clemont to the professor’s lab, at which Clemont is completely star-struck. Hearing the duo, Professor Sycamore emerges with Meyer and Bonnie in tow, to which Bonnie says hi to Ash and Clemont again. Professor Sycamore asks them who they are, and Ash merely replies with “So, I kinda stole your stone but I brought it back as well as someone else.” Clemont nervously approaches Meyer and holds out the Lumiose gym badge, saying quietly, “I think I’m your son.” Meyer looks down at him and simply responds with a hug, causing Clemont to blush and Ash to start crying quietly. Bonnie looks at Ash in confusion, and he just mutters “Shut up.” Professor Sycamore says that since the lost gym leader has been found, they can reopen prism tower since it’s been out of use since Clemont was taken as a baby. Clemont just looks at Ash and tells the room that he never wants to step foot in prism tower again, which is why he’ll build a replacement gym leader called Clembot. He also suggests that to celebrate the purpose for him meeting Ash, he makes mini electric showers for Pokémon like Pikachu and Luxray. Meyer explains that those Pokémon are called “electric types” to which Clemont says he wants to know everything about them. Taking his boyfriend by the arm, Ash says that there’s plenty of time for that, and tells Clemont to get ready for the world. As they leave, Professor Sycamore remarks that it’s the world that should get ready for Clemont. Bonnie asks Meyer, “What did the prophecy say again?”

As we see Clemont and Ash on their journey together, we hear the background narration of what the prophecy says, told by Meyer’s disembodied voice. He says that “On a dark summers night, all that is innocent and promising shall be lost. At the other side of the year after many have gone, it shall be found again. The nature of that which has been concealed shall rise to the occasion and bless Kalos with scientific discovery both great and little. A champion shall rise by his side, and together they shall take the world in electric storms, bringing knowledge and prosperity to wherever they go.”

The voiceover changes from Meyer’s voice to Lysander’s voice who closes a book containing the original written prophecy. Shaking his head, we see him walk around prism tower, kneeling by the remains of Xerosic as he sighs to himself. Standing up, he faces away from the camera and says to nobody in particular; “Oh Xerosic, your efforts still remain in vain. I suppose if you want anything done right, you have to do it yourself.”

The end.

That’s pretty much my idea. I wrote it on Notes so I apologise if the text format looks a little weird. I know the plot is a bit rough in some places but please bare with me: I am by no means a writer and merely had the idea in the heat of the moment when I saw the username. Thanks to @prismtowerprincess for the inspiration :) I know this idea probably sucks, but this is just an idea. Hopefully you like it :)

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Craving

ShinoMitsu Week 2021 Day Four: (Time Skip, Craving, Fashion) Really could be time skip too, just a small one.

A/N: Here we are, safe to read for anyone, manga reader or not! Please enjoy the rest of the week! It’s all fluff : ) Word Count: 2,056

Shinobu checked the time on her phone, noting with surprise, that it was nearly midnight. She marked her page and pushed her heavy textbook aside before stretching her arms high above her head.

Getting up from her desk with the intent of going to bed, she only just pulled back her covers when her phone buzzed in her hand. There was only one person who would be texting her this late and she could bet she knew exactly what they were texting about.

She looked down at her phone and sure enough, Mitsuri’s name shone back at her with a simple one word question surrounded by an array of puppy dog eye and heart emojis. It read, “food?”.

Shinobu was no stranger to Mitsuri’s late night cravings by now. A smile tugged at Shinobu’s lips as she typed out her reply, “Sure. Usual?”

Almost immediately Mitsuri responded with an enthusiastic, “yes!” and even more emojis. Shinobu chuckled to herself and then headed to her closet to change out of her lounge clothes.

Every once in awhile since they had started dating officially a couple months ago, Mitsuri would text or call Shinobu in the late hours of the night to join her for a midnight meal. Something about food always tasting better when sharing it with someone you love. Shinobu was happy to go wherever Mitsuri asked, whenever she asked, but the late night excursions always left her drained and grumpy in the morning. It was worth it to her though. She was just amazed at how much stamina the older girl had. Shinobu was convinced Mitsuri was superhuman, pulling all nighters seemingly without consequence.

Shinobu finished putting on her shoes and quietly exited her home in the dead of night. Kanae already knew about the habit, having teased Shinobu relentlessly after catching her coming home in the wee hours of the morning. She just asked that her sister keep her phone and pepper spray on her for protection.

Shinobu walked for a couple blocks towards the nearby shops. Many were darkened at this late hour, but a few still glowed with promises of warm food. A little further down, she spotted Mitsuri waiting on the sidewalk, a young, disheveled man appeared to be talking to her. Her guard immediately went up and she picked up her pace.

“I’m jus’ sayin’ is not safe for pretty girls t’ be out alone at nigh’. Lemme keep all the baddies away, huh? I’ll walk ya t’ my place an—“

“Back off. She’s fine.” Shinobu put a protective hand over Mitsuri’s back, the other was covering the pepper spray in her pocket. Glaring up at the greatly intoxicated man.

The man laughed in her face, making Shinobu wrinkle her nose at his foul breath. The man had no idea who he was dealing with and tried to pull Mitsuri into what he thought would be a hilarious joke.

“Aw, are you lost little girl? We can drop you off at the elementary schaAAAHH!”

Shinobu didn’t bother with the pepper spray, instead she kicked him so hard that he fell into the gutter, holding himself tightly as he squeaked a string of expletives between wheezes.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Shinobu said, already moving Mitsuri away from the drunken imbecile.

“Did you have to be so harsh?” Mitsuri asked, interlacing her fingers with Shinobu’s and swinging the entangled limbs between them.

“Maybe, maybe not. Maybe he’ll learn that not every girl out on the street is there for his pleasure and remember to mind his own business from now on.” Shinobu grumbled.

“He was rather insistent. Thanks for helping me, my knight.” Mitsuri leaned over to place a kiss in Shinobu’s hair, making her cheeks become a little rosy. If pressed about it, she would have blamed it on the chilly night air.

“Next time wait inside the restaurant, okay?” Shinobu asked.

“But I was so excited to see you!”

“You would see me either way.” Shinobu rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself.

They walked into the western breakfast chain restaurant. The smell of syrup and bacon warmed the girls up immediately. They were quickly seated as there were hardly any other patrons who wanted a western breakfast so late at night. However, if a bar decided to close earlier, it would almost certain to get more lively in there. For now though, it was peaceful.

They were seated at a booth in front of the window and were given their menus. Mitsuri wiggled happily in her seat as she browsed through, trying to decide what she’d like to order.

“When I first texted you I was thinking pancakes but you can never go wrong with waffles!” Mitsuri grinned. “Now if I could just figure out the right combo order...”

“If you come up with any complications let me know, I’ll be happy to coordinate with your desires.” Shinobu smiled in return, as she glanced over the menu herself.

“I love you so much.” Mitsuri declared. “I desire you above all else, you sweet and amazing girl!”

“Love you too.” Shinobu bashfully replied. She still couldn’t get over how Mitsuri could say such things so freely. She didn’t seem to realize the gravity her words carried sometimes.

They figured out what they wanted and ordered. After a bit of talk about school, then family, and what they might like to that weekend, the conversation fell to a lull and Shinobu tried to hide a yawn in her sleeve.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” Mitsuri nudged Shinobu’s foot playfully under the table, “you could have told me you wanted to stay in.”

“I’m not that tired. I’d rather spend time with you anyway,” Shinobu nudged her back.

Mitsuri covered her blushing face in her hands and Shinobu laughed. Their food arrived shortly after and soon the only sound beside the clatter of dishes in the background and quiet chatter, was Mitsuri’s enthusiastic humming as she sampled every item on her plate, as well as Shinobu’s.

“You’re reminding me of Rengoku-sensei right now,” Shinobu laughed, clearing her throat before taking a bite of her own food. “Tasty!” She declared, though more quietly and with less enthusiasm than the teacher would have. Mitsuri quickly caught on and giggled along.

“I love Rengoku-sensei, you know he’s the volleyball coach too, right? I guess spiking wasn’t the only thing I picked up from him.”

“He should think about switching to coaching track, Tomioka is such a bore. It’s a wonder he got the job in the first place.”

“You would miss Tomioka if he left, don’t deny it.”

“Only because he’s so fun to mess with.” Shinobu clarified.

“Of course.” Mitsuri nodded, a knowing smile forming around her fork as she savored another bite of Shinobu’s meal.

By the time they finished eating their meal and a shared dessert, it was nearly one in the morning and Shinobu was definitely feeling it. It was a good thing she didn’t have early practice tomorrow because she needed every minute of sleep she could possibly get before heading to school in a couple of hours.

Mitsuri noticed Shinobu’s fatigue and insisted she hop in a taxi with her to get home. An idea that Shinobu had no issue agreeing to, the sooner she got into her bed, the better.

It was a relatively short walk to Shinobu’s, so the drive was even shorter. However, almost as soon as they had buckled in and gave the taxi driver the address, Shinobu had fallen asleep and her head lolled onto Mitsuri’s shoulder as the taxi turned onto the street.

Mitsuri simpered, containing the squee she felt bubbling in her throat so as not to disturb her very cute girlfriend’s slumber until they made it to her front door.

When the driver pulled up, she quietly thanked and paid him before gently shaking Shinobu awake.

“Shinobu-chan, we’re here. Time to get up.” Mitsuri whispered, giggling when the other girl released a grumpy grunt and burrowed deeper into her side, trying to sap up all the warmth Mitsuri had to offer. Mitsuri directed her attention back to the driver waiting patiently in the front seat.

“Sorry, this might be a little tricky.” She apologized, undoing her seatbelt and Shinobu’s before opening the door.

“Yeah, sure.” The driver nodded. There were be worse things he could be dealing with on a Thursday night.

Mitsuri propped Shinobu back up against the seat and got out of the car, crouching over so she could pull Shinobu closer to the door. Once she was close enough, she hooked her arms under the sleeping girl’s back and knees, carefully lifting her out of the car with care and ease. What she appreciated most being as strong as she was, was how easy it was to pick Shinobu up. Even if Shinobu didn’t always like it.

“Thanks again.” She nodded to the driver, getting a grunt in response. She knocked the door close with the side of her foot and made her way up Shinobu’s stoop before realizing this was actually going to be a bit harder than she anticipated.

“Hey, Shinobu, do you think you could get your key out and open the door for me?” Mitsuri asked, adjusting her hold.

Slowly, Shinobu’s eyes peeled open though just a smidge. She looked reminiscent of a grouchy, sour child and it was the cutest thing Mitsuri had ever seen.

“Put me down.” Shinobu fussed, lightly slapping Mitsuri’s arm. “Just because you can pick me up, doesn’t mean you should.”

“But you are so cute and sleepy! I couldn’t just leave you in the back of the taxi anyway.” Mitsuri said in return, though she did as Shinobu asked and set her down.

Shinobu dug around in her bag, it’s strap hung over Mitsuri’s shoulder, silently cursing every time she picked up something that wasn’t the key to her front door. Finally, with a small noise of triumph she picked up the right item and unlocked the front door.

The sleepy track runner pulled Mitsuri inside with her before locking the door snuggly behind her. Then she sat down to take off her shoes, motioning for Mitsuri to do the same.

“Come on it's late, your parents would rather you be here than out by yourself.” Shinobu said.

“Thanks, Shinobu!” Mitsuri clapped softly. She was always excited to stay the night.

“Mhm, now hurry up.” Shinobu said impatiently, already stumbling to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Mitsuri kicked off her shoes and followed after her. She had already stayed over frequently enough that she had her own little pack of bathroom supplies in the cupboard. They brushed their teeth together before heading to Shinobu’s room to change into more comfortable clothes.

Mitsuri claimed one of Shinobu’s large and all encompassing hoodies and after shooting her parents a text about her whereabouts, she leapt into Shinobu’s futon with a satisfied giggle.

As grumpy and tired as Shinobu was, she couldn’t help but smile warmly at the endearing girl. She slipped into bed behind Mitsuri and wrapped her arm over her. The older girl hugged the arm to her chest sighing happily. Her back pressed snuggly into Shinobu’s front.

“Did you set up an alarm for school?” Mitsuri whispered.

“Regrettably, yes.” Shinobu sighed into the back of Mitsuri’s neck.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight.” Mitsuri spoke up again after a few minutes.

“You’re welcome,” Shinobu mumbled, pressing a small kiss into Mitsuri’s skin.

“What do you want to do after school tomorrow?”

“Mitsuri I love you, but please, go to sleep.”

“But I’ve got another craving...” Mitsuri said, a mischievous little smile tugging at her lips as she left Shinobu shuffle in the covers to lean above her.

“What the hell, Mitsu? Why didn’t you say something before we left the restaurant?” Shinobu repined.

“Don’t worry, it’s something really easy that you can give me without even leaving this bed.” Mitsuri cryptically responded, craning her head back to bat her eyelashes at Shinobu.

Shinobu released an amused huff of air from her nose, immediately understanding what the other girl wanted. She leaned down and kissed Mitsuri’s honey sweet lips, nearly making her swoon.

“Good night.” Shinobu breathed once they broke apart, laying back down fully against the futon.

“Good night indeed.” Mitsuri murmured dreamily in return.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 10 of 16

Wow, I updated. What a shockerrrrr

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You bounced on the heels of your feet, anxious and excited, waiting behind the front door of your shared apartment with Teresa.

She somehow convinced Ava Paige to let you roam around the city for a few hours, saying that it would be helpful for you. You had no idea if that would be true, but you were grateful anyway. Although, you were going to be guarded the entire time. 

You understood why, but it didn’t make it any less annoying. 

“You ready?” Teresa smiled at you.

You nodded. “Yeah, ready to leave this place for once.”

“Just be careful, okay? Listen to the guard, and don’t try and escape. I won’t be able to do anything for you if you misbehave.”

You rolled your eyes. “Right...”

There was a loud knock on the front door, opening it to reveal your guard for the afternoon, dressed in casual attire so he wouldn’t draw too much attention to himself.

“Love you...”

You looked back at Teresa, slightly scowling. You tried not to scoff as you exited the apartment.

As soon as you left the building, you went wide eyed at how different the Last City looked from the ground. You had only seen it from that window, but now you were actually experiencing it for yourself.

Mostly everybody walking around were wearing masks, probably paranoid about getting the Flare. But you frowned when you saw how many children were walking with their parents, and infants in strollers.

You couldn’t help but almost tear up at the thought of all those kids dying from the Flare. You thought of your baby sister, how you would’ve done anything to save her and your parents if you had the chance.

But you forced yourself to think back to Minho, to all the kids that W.C.K.D. were torturing. You could never condone what they did, what they’re still doing. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw something that almost made your heart skip a beat. But you just decided it was your imagination. It had to be, right?

You looked to your left, and you realized it couldn’t be your mind playing tricks on you.

Thomas?

You went wide eyed when you saw him, in the middle of the street, no less. He gave you a smile, his eyes telling you to follow him. But with the soldier that was assigned to guard you, you knew it wouldn’t be so easy.

You wished you could tell him you needed to come up with a plan first.

It took so much convincing and begging from Teresa just for you to leave your cell. Trying to convince Ava to allow you to walk around the city, even for your mental health, was damn near impossible.

So how the hell were you going to ditch your guard?

You quickly surveyed the area, seeing different types of shops, company buildings, and restaurants of that sort.

Then suddenly, the idea hit you. You could almost feel the metaphorical lightbulb going off above your head. You turned back to look at your guard. “I literally have to take the biggest shit right now.”

You guard cringed in disgust. “Can’t you wait?”

“Do you want me to shit my pants, dude? The tower is so far away, I won’t be able to make it. Please.” You begged, trying to pull the best puppy dog eyes you never thought you’d ever do in your life.

The guard sighed. “Alright, fine.” He led you into some clothing store, going to the very back where the bathrooms were. “Try to hurry.”

You quickly entered the bathroom, grinning to yourself as you immediately noticed the window at the back of the room. It wasn’t too small. Thankfully, you weren’t too large. It would be a squeeze, but you’d make do.

You locked the door, pushing the trashcan in front just in case. Hopping up on the toilet seat as quietly as possible, reaching up to open the window. You jumped, thrusting yourself into the opening, trying not to groan in pain as the edge put pressure on your stomach.

You looked down to see the window was in the middle of an alleyway, away from the busy street. Huh, how lucky...

You fell very ungracefully out of the window, landing on the concrete with a thud, the impact knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“That definitely could’ve been executed better.”

You jumped at the voice, hopping to your feet, but slowly relaxing when you saw Thomas smiling softly at you. And just like that, all the pain you endured from Teresa, all the hopelessness you felt while trapped in that tower, it all seemed to fade away, just from that one smile.

You ran to him, quickly enthralling him in a tight hug. You heard Thomas chuckle breathlessly from the force of your embrace, but he held you back just as tightly.

Memories of laughing together played over and over again in your mind as you held onto him. You already cared for Thomas, but having the memories back...you couldn’t explain it. He felt more and more like a true brother as the seconds passed.

Reuniting with him just felt like a breath of the cleanest air in the world, almost like how it felt after it rained in the Glade.

“Are you okay?” Thomas asked once you pulled away.

“I am now.” You tried to smile, but it only came out forced.

Thomas frowned when he looked you over. Your eyes were dull, almost sunken in, like you hadn’t slept in years. You were well fed, but you still looked malnourished due to how pale you looked.

“What happened to you?” His voice was quiet, almost like he was afraid to ask.

“It’s a long story...a story we don’t have time for, I’m afraid. My guard is waiting. So, whatever you have to say, make it quick.”

Thomas smirked, making you confused. “You underestimate me, Y/N. You don’t have to worry, I’ve taken care of it.”

You cringed. “Should I even ask?”

“Come on.” Thomas grabbed your hand, leading you out of the alleyway and to a van. You stopped, looking to him with hesitance. “It’s okay.” He smiled reassuringly.

You sighed. “I’m trusting you, Thomas.”

You hopped into the back of the van with Thomas, and it quickly took off. During the whole ride, he had a content look on his face. It couldn’t help but make you feel uneasy. Where were you even going?

The van soon came to a halt, and Thomas turned to you. “We have to walk from here. For our safety and yours, you’ll have to be blindfolded until we get there.”

You shook your head. “Wait, no, Thomas-”

“I’ll be with you the entire time, okay? You’re gonna be safe, I promise. You said you trusted me, right?” You nodded reluctantly, and with that, Thomas gently put a cloth bag over your head, completely obscuring your vision.

You both exited the van, Thomas holding your hand as he led you through wherever you were. You were almost sure you were cutting off his blood circulation with how hard you were squeezing his hand, but he kept telling you that you were okay.

“Okay, we’re here.” Thomas removed the bag and you could finally see.

You looked around to see that you were in some sort of abandoned church. Why here?

“Y/N...”

You froze, heart pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears...you knew that voice, that voice was in your dreams every single night. But, no, it couldn’t be possible...he was dead.

You slowly looked up to see who the voice belonged to. You felt a sudden chill go down your spine as you couldn’t believe your eyes. Was this a dream? A nightmare? No, it couldn’t be real. You were still at W.C.K.D. You must be. They must be trying to trick you into believing that you escaped.

But still, knowing that it wasn’t real didn’t stop you from shedding tears. “This is so sick...even for them.” You cried.

Thomas took a step forward, but you immediately recoiled. “Y/N, what’re you talking about?”

You quickly shut your eyes tightly, placing your hands to your ears to try and block out the booming thuds in your head. “This isn’t real. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.” You kept telling yourself. “Please, stop this. Wake up...”

“Y/N, stop. You’re okay. You’re not dreaming.” Thomas tried to console you.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like a whole Griever was sitting on your chest, putting intense pressure on your lungs. You couldn’t control the sobs that rattled in your chest, making you tremble.

“One, two, seven, five, three...three, five, seven, two, one...”

You soon felt a pair of arms wrap around you. Thomas tried to calm you down, but it wasn’t working. You heard him order everyone out of the room.

This is such an elaborate simulation...

“Y/N...” Thomas whispered. “You’re okay. You’re okay, you’re not at W.C.K.D. This is real. I’m real. Me, Thomas.”

You looked up at Thomas, almost expecting him to turn into some horrid monster from the twisted imaginations of the people that experimented on you. But he didn’t. He just stared at you with the utmost concern in his golden brown eyes. You were so afraid to speak, you wanted this to be real so bad.

“You’re real?” Your voice broke.

Thomas nodded, smiling through the pain of seeing you in such a state. “Yes. Yes, I’m real.”

You exhaled a shaky breath, keeping your hold on Thomas. “Wait...but that means...”

Gally was alive?

After a few more minutes of trying to pull yourself together again, Thomas thought it was finally safe to bring everyone back in one by one. First, Newt entered the room.

“Newt.” You walked to him, quickly engulfing him in a hug.

“You’ve looked better, love.” He joked, well, it sounded like a joke to you, but he was really concerned.

“So have you.” You replied. “You need a haircut.” You tried to tease, but it didn’t make him smile.

Frypan couldn’t wait that much longer and entered the room and ran to you, giving you a huge bear hug that startled you, but you didn’t expect anything less when it came to your friend.

Then, Brenda and Jorge came out. “You’re still alive?” You asked her, shocked that she hasn’t turned into a Crank by now.

“Disappointed?” She smirked, pushing you softly before wrapping her arms around you while Jorge gave you a friendly smile.

And last but not least.

He walked in slowly, so slowly that it almost looked like slow motion. He didn’t want to scare you, certainly didn’t want to give you another panic attack. He wasn’t expecting that reaction. But he guessed it was reasonable, considering that seeing a person you thought was dead was suddenly not dead, but very much alive.

You felt more tears brimming your eyes again. The feelings of being in a simulation coming back, but this was real. He was real, and he was here. He was alive somehow.

“Gally?” You whimpered pitifully.

“Hey, Y/N...” Gally said, tears of his own brimming his eyes.

“You’re alive...”

Gally wanted to run to you, hug you and never let you go. But he knew how sensitive you were right now. So, he stayed where he was. “Yeah...I am.” He chuckled softly.

Almost like something clicked in your brain, you finally one hundred percent believed that this was all real. You didn’t wait one more second, you went to him. You ran to Gally and threw yourself on to him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “You’re really here...” You cried, squeezing even more tightly than you already were.

Gally wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his face to your neck to breathe you in, making sure you were really there with him as he almost didn’t believe it himself.

The both of you stayed that way, almost four whole minutes of keeping in each other’s embrace. The only reason you pulled away was to look at him. He had a buzzcut, and he felt even stronger than he was in the Glade. He had a couple tears rolling down his face as he looked at you.

“How?” You stuttered. “How are you alive?”

Gally smiled. “Long story.”

His voice. You missed hearing his voice so much. You missed everything about him. His eyes, they were just as blue as the day you left him. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, Gally. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you.” You declared, the tears not even slowing down.

Gally reached up and caressed your face, and you leaned into his gentle touch. “I never stopped thinking about you. The thought that I might see you again was the only reason I could wake up in the morning.”

Gally pulled you back into his chest, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Thomas starting to walk over to the two of you. One glare from Gally was all it took for him to back off. He was not going to let that Greenie ruin this moment.

“I never thought I’d see you again...” You hiccupped.

“I’m here...I’m here.” Gally cooed. “And I’m never leaving you again.”

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 bruh finalllyyyy 😭 

[bubblyani]

New Resolution

(Klaus Hargreeves x Reader)

A Klaus Hargreeves One Shot (Season 2)

Genre: Fluff 

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Few minutes before New Year’s Eve of 1962, Klaus Hargreeves finds haven in your company in the most unconventional manner.

Author’s Note: Ever since I watched Season 2 of TUA, I was aching to write something for Klaus. Thankfully I was blessed with a fun idea before the end of the year. Final fic for this year. Hope y’all enjoy! Happy New Year!

Palpable excitement of the Dallas night sky greeted you with fervor, which could only be empathized by any love struck soul, waiting for one’s significant other on a romantic rendezvous. Exiting the restaurant, you glanced upon your enthusiastic greeter with a silent apology for your delay, masked with a warm smile.

“Again?”

Your teeth sank into your lower lip upon hearing that query. And your suspicions were proven correct, the moment you turned back to catch the sight of your friend, leaning against the door with raised eyebrows. You chuckled. For it seemed that, even in the midst of the music that was played out loud, or the sharp moves of the twist performed in syncopation by alcohol fueled occupants indoors, your friend managed to notice your absence from the booth table. You were not surprised, but simply impressed by his consistency all these years.

“Yep…” you replied, smiling “See you next year”

With a small wave, you proceeded to walk, unaware of your friend shaking his head with a smile before returning to the diner.

Rhythmic clicks of your winter boots accompanied your ears whilst you kept walking on the street pavement. Passerby’s grew less the further you walked, and it was all in your favor. It did not seem shocking, with most folk congregating in Diners, Bars, Discos or the comfort of their homes. Thus, the street was almost deserted. Christmas flavor continued to linger in some storefronts, while others have completely stripped themselves from it. Cold air left your painted red lips as you finally halted in front of a bare tree. Though its leaves have forsaken it, bright, electric lights seemed to have kept it company, illuminating and providing it with a sense of spectacle that never would be experienced in any other time of the year. You smiled to yourself. This was indeed the perfect spot.

With few minutes to midnight, you were prepared, to indulge in the Fireworks and welcome the New Year in style: Your personal tradition.

Your body swayed from side to side, fighting the chill whilst your gloved hands dug into the coat pockets. You did not regret choosing this over the warmth of indoors. With no family nearby, you preferred this. Besides, annually welcoming the new year in solitude proved to be helpful in concealing a particular form of cowardice; the one you longed to eliminate. You pressed your lips upon the mere thought of it. Perhaps it could be your New Resolution. Overcoming that cowardice at last-

You paused, intruding your own pondering, by the mere sight far ahead of you. A lone figure in the form of a tall, thin man appeared in your eye line, running from afar. With a bottle in hand, he was frantic, while a clamor of voices followed him, seemingly causing him enough stress to toss the bottle aside to shatter. Unmoved, you noticed his long wavy brunette locks that bounced on his shoulders, and his skinny frame moving with ease in an eccentric winter coat and noticeably tight pants.Your eyebrows furrowed, for you could not help but wonder: Who was he? And why on earth did he point at you all the sudden?

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As fast as his long limbs could carry him, Klaus Hargreeves bolted. And as he did, he longed to maintain balance over the surface of the street, which still seemed to retain the taste of snow. It was challenging, especially once he doused himself with a swig of rum a few minutes earlier. The moment he found a narrow alleyway, he was full of relief.

“You know, hiding here isn’t gonna help you” The ghost of Ben Hargreeves began, leaning against the brick wall with his arms folded, watching his brother recover his breath. Rolling his eyes, Klaus scoffed: 
“Yeah, like you have any better ideas”

“Yeah, like telling them the truth…”

“Oh, if only it was so easy now…” Klaus replied, sarcasm rife in his tone. Ben could only shake his head with a sigh. Watching his reckless brother take another sip from the bottle, it was evident that there really was no winning with him. Except, Klaus spat his drink right then. The moment the voices grew louder:

“Prophet! PROPHET!” 
 “Shit!” Klaus hissed, cradling his bottle with alarm. The voices certainly were fast approaching. Was an escape possible? Prior to Ben’s consultation, Number 4 tip toed out in to the street. 
 “There he is!!”
 Only to be spotted by one frantic devotee, standing a few feet away. One excited enough to turn back and call for the rest of his group: Destiny’s Children.

Klaus made a run for it, finding himself quick on his feet, making a right turn to another street. A seemingly dim and quiet one. His speed required consistency, as his followers were young and energetic. They may be far away, yet could running be the only option ?

“Shit shit shit!” Curses were in abundance as Klaus kept running. Glancing upon the Bottle of Rum still in his brother’s hand, Ben was nothing short of annoyed whilst he ran alongside him:

“WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THE DAMN BOTTLE??”

“If I’m gonna run a marathon, I need my fuel, OKAY??”

Speed was in dire need of increasing the moment both men looked back to find the passionate group coming in strong, possibly will be entering the same street. Thus, forcing Klaus to toss his bottle away with frustration.

“So, where are we headed?”

With Ben’s query echoing within, Klaus’ eyes darted towards the brightest spot on the street: a bare tree decorated with many a light bulbs, the closed up shop right behind, and the young woman standing beside it, staring at him with a puzzled expression. His eyes widened.

“Wait…” he said panting, “I got an idea…” before speeding up further. Except this time, he ran towards the rather beautiful woman.

“Klaus…” Ben’s concerned voice followed him, “What are you doing?” He inquired quick as he watched his brother leap before the woman with a smile. “Hey!” Klaus breathed, grabbing her hand within seconds. To her shock. “Uh-Wait!” She responded, “Wha-” Pulling her over to the closed storefront, Klaus simply could not waste any time providing answers. “Mister…” he heard her attempt, gasping the moment she was spun around, in order for him to bump against the store door with a thud. Pulling her to him with intensity, her coat strategically blocked the view to Klaus’ relief. “What are yo-” Her repeated attempt seemed moot, when Klaus unveiled the final surprise, by kissing her on the lips.

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The spectacle of Fireworks, that was all that you longed to see at the stroke of midnight. But instead, life decides to throw in a stranger before you, just so he could pull you to a corner, just so he could kiss you.

Forcing you to face the sole fear you cowered from.

It was accepted. It was admitted. You were never the biggest enthusiast in taking these so-called risky moves. Your friends were well aware. Thus, it was no surprise when you found yourself being constantly encouraged to take that extra step, to let loose as all might say. And in truth, you shared their sentiments. Bravery and breakthrough was what you longed for. However, never did you realize they would be tested out of your control.  

Your utmost surprise was evident in your wide eyes, and numb lips. Barely engaged, his lips remained glued against yours at length. And given his eyes were scanning  the road, you were convinced it simply was his cover. Especially when your ears were reunited with the sounds of the clamoring crowd with volume, only to disappear into the distance within a mere few seconds. This was a cover, you were ever more certain when the man pulled his lips away from yours soon after with a casual sigh of relief:

“Phew! Looks like the coast is clear…” you heard him chuckle. The manner in which his grip on you loosened, it was clear he was attempting to take a peek at the now-empty street. Yet, you dared not respond. Not when the shock was still rife in you. Unmoved, you merely stood there. And this attitude caught his attention, as his eyes caught yours with concern.

“Hey…” he breathed soft, “You okay-”

He paused, as soon as your fingers landed on his lips. For finally, a sense of control caught up with you. And a deep breath managed to provide you with a sense of clarity. Did life offer to slow down time for a split second? Or perhaps it could be the most awkward silence you would ever experience. Nevertheless, you did not care. 
 For at last, you were capable of appreciating his beautiful emerald orbs that stared at you. For at last, you recalled his sweet tone of a voice that seemed to linger in your ears in remnants, even after long passed.  For at last, your fingers managed to savor the softness of his lips that your own ones did not sense.

That was the moment you wondered: Was this seemingly handsome stranger put in your path, for a New Year miracle? Given you did not spontaneously combust by the brush of his lips, it was evident he intended no harm. In fact, he was far from harmful. Easy on the eyes, to be perfectly frank. The mere thought almost caused blushes. Thus, the question within you arose: were  you willing to release this opportunity by the hand, or grab it by the belt and overcome this fear taken in the form of this nice surprise? Exhaling deep, you moved your fingers away. 
 “What?” The man muttered puzzled, “ What’s going o-”

You shushed him this time, by pulling him by the neck, and clashing your lips against his instead. You had certainly chosen the latter. 
 Even if this stranger will not reciprocate, memorable was all you hoped this kiss would be. With your eyes closed, you kissed him with focus, you kissed with intention. Bravery would be proud of you tonight already. You were satisfied.

However, to your surprise, the weight of his lips fell back over to you when he held you by the waist and kissed you right back, with a bang. A bang that permitted butterflies to simply apparate in your stomach.

Excitement finally coursed through your bloodstream as it seemed. Especially when both pairs of lips were in mutual decision, resolving their differences and move together. The lips were empathizing two reluctant dance partners finally giving in, only to discover their body frames fitting in with perfection, and to realize the chemistry was far superior than expected. The lips were certainly keen empathizers. It was unfathomable of how his lips fit in with yours with such effortlessness, for they were the type you always dreamed of. Kissing with fervor, you tasted alcohol that seemed to have lingered in his mouth. Rum, perhaps? But in truth, Rum was nowhere powerful to the taste his own lips exuded. For he was the definition of eccentric. With coincidental motion, both tongues seemed to have made their entrances simultaneously, causing moans to enter each others mouths. Moans that were shameless but raw, while the tongues crashed. The passion was of a wonderful mixture of adolescent and adult frustration, finally being satisfied. Especially when the tongues eventually picked up their pace, to simply embrace and deepen the kiss even further.

Passion joined excitement in your bloodstream soon after, for hands found themselves to be quite useful during. While your lips kept themselves occupied, your fingers found haven in his head. Making a start from his roots, your keen fingers moved down to the ends of his luscious wavy locks in slow motion. The manner in which they tangled in your fingers brought joy, permitting you to indulge in the brunette softness.

His hands were useful as well, except his were far more daring. And you did not seem surprised. His lovely hands slithered in through your coat, only to trace the softness of your dress. The daredevil came into fruition when his long fingers proceeded to your back, tracing the lining of your bra with curiosity. Loss of balance was a blessing when you found yourself pressed against him in eventuality. The countdown may have begun, but it did not distract this. Distant cries of greeters, announcing the arrival of the New Year may have reached your ears, yet you were not interested. Even the sudden burst of the commencement of Fireworks did not frighten you, for it only morphed into the reflection of the magic that took place between you, and this handsome stranger you have locked lips with. The magic so strong, you were urged to moan louder. 


“Oh crap!”


Until he pushed you away by the shoulders with force.

“W-what?” You slurred mindlessly and with impatience, “Oh my-”

Only to suppress your giggles, the moment your eyes caught him hiding the erection that was suddenly visible through his super tight pants.

Never did you imagine these pairs of lips would conclude their passionate encounter with embarrassed laughter.

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As the years before, Dallas did not disappoint with the Fireworks filling up the night sky. Bright, colorful sparks reflected on your beaming face, as you watched the spectacle sitting on the pavement. With more people out on the street, it seemed difficult to imagine it was a dim, quiet area right before.


“Oh! You didn’t leave”

His voice made you turn to him. Fixing his hair, the handsome stranger finally appeared out of the store entrance, “…thought my little friend scared you off…” he added with a cheeky tone. To which you chuckled upon realization: 
 “Well…” you smirked, “…your little friend gave quite the big impression…” you said with suggestive eyebrows indicating his pants, causing him to laugh “Sorry…” you chuckled once more, averting your eyes with embarrassment, “that was a bad joke…” you excused, your gaze darting towards the sky, “I was just watching the Fireworks…”

Seemingly, your joke did not push him away. Instead he sat right beside you.

“I’m Klaus, by the way” he said, making you face him once more. Offering your own name in kind, you smiled. Given the circumstances, it did not hurt to know his name. In fact, it seemed rewarding, for you did not regret kissing him.

You heard Klaus sigh a few seconds later. “Another year…gone…” you heard him say.
“Yep…” You nodded, “…crazy how time flies, huh?” Stretching his long arms up high, Klaus yawned, “Yeah, with all the crazy I’ve seen, I can vouch for that” he said. You sensed the depth of many reasons hidden in those words he uttered. Curiosity grew in you even further. “Speaking of crazy…” you began, turning to him, “What the hell did those people want from you?” You inquired, keeping your hands locked between your thighs, “Do they hate you or somethin’?”

“Oh…” Klaus smiled, “The opposite, actually” he said, as he rubbed his chin. Out of impulse, you surprised him when you grabbed his hand, for you were all the sudden doused with familiarity.

“Wait…” you said, eyes widening while looking at his palm, “….a-are you…” looking at him, you released his hand, “…that cult leader?”

“It’s not a cult”

Laughing in disbelief, you pointed at him with certainty, “So you are the leader, aren’t ya?”

Nodding, Klaus did not seemed overly pleased. Though meeting a celebrated Cult Leader seemed unexpected and exciting for you, it was evident the mere mention of that had exhausted him.

“It was such a stupid mistake…” He muttered, covering his face soon after with a groan, “THAT’S IT!” He exclaimed, taking his hands away, “From this year onwards…no more lying…and no more cults”

Sniggering was inevitable, yet you were not cold hearted, “We ain’t human if we make no mistakes…” which successfully brought a soft chuckle from him.

“What about your…New Year Resolution?” Looking at you, Klaus threw in the query with some sass. That very moment, was when you came to a wonderful realization.

“Kissing a Stranger…” you replied with pride, “…which YOU already made happen…” “Oh!…” he replied with mischief, “Well you can check that off the list…” “I can…” you chuckled, “…and it was…perfec-”

Pausing, you caught his gaze once again. Those emerald eyes of his did not cease to amaze you, especially with the festive fireworks illuminating them with no bounds. He was magic, he was spice. The sight of his facial hair, was a sweet reminder of their playful caresses on your face, whilst his lips held onto yours with hunger few minutes earlier. With every second past, you were certain his inner magnet was drawing you in. However, unrequited emotions never were rewarded. This year was not the year for further mistakes.

“Anyways…” you began, finally standing up, “It was lovely to meet you, Klaus” you smiled with genuine gratitude, “…and it was lovelier to kiss you” biting your lower lip, you chuckled, as hint of blushes crept over to your cheeks, “Happy New Year”

Turning around, bravery entered your lungs when you began to walk.

“Wait!”

Klaus’ voice caused you to spin round right back to him with surprise. For it was highly unexpected. Clearing his throat, Klaus stood before you, adorning a demeanor deemed shy.

“You wanna …maybe take a walk or something?” He inquired, “Maybe…” adding a chuckle, he continued, “…protect me from my followers again?”

Sense of excitement enveloped by warmth trickled down your heart. The new year indeed was promising from the very start. With your hands behind your back, you threw in a playful look with a smile:

“Where do you wanna go?”

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