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kissesfordaryl · 5 months ago

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Hey there ^_^ This idea has been eating away my brain for a good while now and you're the only male writer I know, UGH I LOVE YOU

May I please have your headcanons on how Daryl would be like with a metalhead bf who's really intimidating and looks like he came straight outta hell but is actually super sensitive and sweet? Such as first impressions, how Daryl feels about his kindness, etc.

Thank you!! Xx

daryl & his metalhead.

note: honestly had to do a lil research beforehand bc i dont wanna do any metalheads wrong😭 AND HOPEFULLY I DIDNT!! 😕 lmk (n ilyt)

daryl sees you and automatically assumes youre the quiet type- a lone wolf even. you dressed in dark colors and occasionally band tees(which he had no clue of), towered over almost everyone, wore your dark hair long, and didnt warm up to many people. he doesnt go out of his way to talk to you, until youve come up to him.

"y'wanna go on a run with me?" hes staring up at you in disbelief, turning his head left and right in search of backup. youve practically cornered him on the streets of alexandria, big pleading eyes staring at him.

"yeah!" youre nodding a bit too enthusiastically for his liking, "its just... im looking for some parts. my guitars broken, so. but i wont be in the way, i promise!"

he scoffs, and doesnt believe you for a second. but the next morning, hes taken you and one car.

he realizes that every assumption hes made about you is 100% wrong. hes always categorized you as emo in his head, but you were quick to inform him the differences between being emo and being a metalhead. hes quiet for most of the ride, but surprisingly asks you a few questions here and there. his second assumption is that you were quiet. jesus, you could talk his ear off. but in a good way he thinks.

the run is unsuccessful, but daryl gifts you a little pin with a guitar on it. youre enveloping him in a hug, and hes reluctant to return it.

back at home, he pays more attention to you. he gets defensive whenever someone makes a judgmental remark about you, claiming that you're different than what everyone thinks. carol teases him about it: "didnt realize you knew him so well." and yeah. maybe he did. maybe he wanted to. "so what?"

he finds himself coming around to your house more often, letting you teach him how to make dinner and listen to you play(he found your missing part on a run with rick). he enjoys it more than he thought he would, and you joke around and say hes halfway to being a metalhead like you.

"youve already got the hair down." hes sat down at the couch, and youre coming around to sit next to him, a hand reaching out to feel his hair. "we're basically twins."

he huffs, turning away to hide his blush. "it aint like that. just grew out over time."

"well good. i like it."

hes grown attached to you, always spending his free time with you. that also means hes grown protective of you. he constantly lectures you on how you shouldnt just let people say whatever they wanted about you- and that if you wouldnt step up, he will.

you take in a stray cat, and daryl practically has a heart attack seeing how gentle you are with it, pampering it and laying it against daryls chest.

he lets you do stupid shit to him all the time, like dress him up in your clothes or do some light makeup on him. to show your appreciation, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. he freaks the fuck out and has to get carols advice.

your first kiss is all thanks to your lighter: its just you two outside the walls, and hes forgotten his own. youre leaning in close, the fire right underneath the cigarette. your hand is quick to steal it from his mouth, fingers brushing against his mouth. before you can blow the smoke out, hes on his tippy toes and leaning in. the way the smoke blows into his own mouth is the hottest thing youve ever seen.

hopefully didnt butcher this🤞🤞 btw this is such a cute idea im in love

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x male reader #darylxmalereader #kissesfordaryl #the walking dead #daryl dixon imagines #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #daryl dixon drabbles #bottom daryl dixon

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dizscreams · 1 year ago

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HI HI HI CAN YOU PLS FO JACK CHAMPION X READER WHERE JACK REACTS TO READER CRYING BECAUSE THEY SAW AN OLD PERSON EATING BY THEMSELVES AT ON THEIR DATE AND JACK KINDA LAUGHS AT HER AND TEASES HER FOR IT🙁🙁🙁🙁BTW I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR POSTS AND EVERYTHING YOU DO MWUAH💋💋💋💘💘💘💘

THIS IS CHAOS AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH HAHA (ILYT BAE!!)

“I LOVE YOU MORE EACH DAY!”

— Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x Fem!Reader

A/N: catching up on requests and TYSM FOR 900+ FOLLOWERS WTF! <333

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“Jack, look-” You came to a hault and since Jack was holding your hand he stopped too. He had to put his other hand on your shoulder to keep himself from tripping over you. You were staring at an old lady feeding ducks and eating by herself on a bench. You guys had gone to the beach then went to a nearby park that also had a lake as well. It was Jacks cute idea of a date.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“She’s all alone, it’s so sad.” He heard a sniffle come from you and he quickly lowered his head to look at you. You were crying. Jack tried hard to contain his laugh but he couldn’t help it, “Are you crying?” “Don’t laugh at me you big idiot! This is sad!” You said shoving him slightly. “I’m sorry, but there’s no need to cry! I’m sure she’s fine, let’s go you big baby,” he said pulling your hand and trying to walk away.

But you didn’t move, instead you pouted up at him, “I’m not a baby. Just imagine getting old and not having anyone to feed the ducks with.”

He slung his arm around your shoulder, “Well luckily I won’t have to worry about that cause I’ll have you to feed the ducks with.” You shook your head and grabbed an apple out of the picnic basket you guys had brought with you. “Baby, what are you doing?” Jack asked with a sigh. You didn’t answer him though, instead you handed Jack the basket and walked towards the lady.

Jack watched you curiously as you handed her the apple. The old lady seemed grateful and he watched as you two started talking. You looked happy and so did she. Jack watched you in awe. You were so caring and the way that the sun was perfectly capturing your beauty had him grinning even more. He waited patiently for you as you finished up your conversation with the old lady and walked back up to him excitedly.

“She was happy.” Was all you said and he nodded with a chuckle. You still had a few small tears on your face so he softly grabbed your face and wiped them off. He kissed your head and grabbed your hand again, “Lets go.” You smiled at him and began walking with him. “Though that was cute I still think you’re a cry baby,” he teased. “Jack!” You exclaimed punching his shoulder playfully.

“You’re so mean,” you told him.

He gave you an offended look with his mouth slightly open, “I am not mean. I’m actually really kind-“

“So, why didn’t you go up to the old lady and talk to her?” You questioned.

Jack looked at you and then looked at the concrete not having an answer for you and you laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

“That’s what I thought,” he mimicked you as he tried to hold back his laugh. He failed and laughed as he felt your burning gaze on him. “You’re an idiot, Jack Champion.”

“But I’m your idiot,” he said wiggling his eyebrows and you shoved yourself into his side causing him to stumble slightly.

He shook his head with a laugh, “I’m in love with you, did you know that?” You bit back your smile and looked away from him and instead looked at the lake, “Yeah, you only tell me every day.”

For the rest of the walk you guys were in a comfortable silence holding each others hands and just enjoying each others company.

RAAHHH SHORT AND SWEET

#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#I love this sm #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion fluff #jack champion imagine #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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baby-tini · 4 months ago

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Yoo tini chann was wondering what is manila mikey opinion on reader wearing a tiny skirt? Btw ilyy smm and ur writings ugh ty for everything \(//∇//)\

ilyt baby!!!

Manila!Mikey loves seeing you in tiny skirts, especially when they're so small that it barley covers your ass while you're standing up, muchless when he has you bent at the waist. He loves how effortless it is too fuck you, it gives him the easiest access to your cunt and he loves that. Now, it does depend on the reason why you're wearing that tiny skirt in the first place, cause you'll get a couple different reactions... they'll have the same end goal though; you getting fucked with your ass in the air. If you're wearing it because he told you too, well then, he expected it, but he's not complaining about it not being a surprise for him, he actually gets cocky, knowing that he was the one that picked it out for you and that compliments you so well. It just further pushes the narrative that he knows you better then you know yourself, that he knows best. If you managed too buy it on your own and keep it a secret, which would be a pretty hard accompaniment, taking into account just how much he hovers over you. The look of surprise that graces over the features on his pretty face is so satisfactory, nothing comes close too just how big your ego would get when you see the surprise flash in those coal eyes of his. If you put on the skirt with the intention of teasing him.. you're gonna have an equally good and bad time. As in, he'll figure out your game pretty quickly with the way you're hips are swaying in his face as you bend over in front of him because you "dropped" something. He also knows that you're doing it on purpose because you don't usually wear the tiniest black lace thongs you own. Small and thin enough that the piece of, barley, clothing doesn't even cover the lips of your cunt. If you wanted him too fuck you, all you had too do was ask pretty thing.

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afrogwhocantdraw · 11 days ago

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@primalmagic

Send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃 :)))

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#LWKSONEJW BENLOR GANG FOR LIFE #LOVE Y'ALL /P #<- prev #ILYT RAN /P :DDDDD #Working on smth for the Benlor trio btw #Can you both send me a picrew or smth of you that I can use as reference #>:D

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clochettesworld · 4 months ago

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I love you clo, btw. Thnx for still sticking around. You cute!

Also anons, when you know yourself it's really nbd that you are not the character. Be we/us/you/i can have fun together as all these beautiful things we dream up!

We are *being* the character, but the character is not being us.

The existential crisis I went through was intense. But it was only a beautiful illusion. I saw past it and realized I dreamed up this character freaking out because I still identify with it...once I just let it go, got my direct experience...no more of that

And think about how youll be able to curate your character. Have fun with it, explore all the infinite experiences with absolutely NO RUSH!!!!!! There is so much love that we/i/"that" are!!!!!

I cant even explain it all!!! It's BOUNDLESS. Literally any concept is too limiting to explain this. But the concepts are just rain drops of fun! It is OKAY to dream up a character getting the illusions want! But you are not getting anything, it's all just yourself, you/we are everything/no-thing

Ilyt thank you 🩷

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beautysamour · 1 year ago

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kenji x f!reader

okay so basically, the reader escaped from sector 45 and she ends up at Omega Point. (She has the ability to create force fields) When Kenji finally sees her for the first time and ends up falling for her.

So to sum it all up; Kenji crushing on the reader and trying to not make it obvious but failing.

Thanks!! BTW take your time writing this. Ilysm!!<33

- ❤

Nonsense

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kenji kishimoto x reader

✧ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: kenji kishimoto, castle, adam kent

✧ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which you were able to escape sector 45, but not all the people.

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: some cursing, some spoilers for the first book.

✧ 𝐚/𝐧: implied to be set during the second book. i wasn’t sure if you wanted them to end up together at the end, but if you did— tell me and I’ll write a part two! sorry for the long wait! ilyt ❤️ anon <33

You’re sitting on the floor tucked into one of the corners in your room with the moonlight being your only source of light.

You try to shake away the memory of a kid crying at seeing their dead parents, at the feelings of guilt that had formed in the pit of your stomach for not being able to save them which as a result, hurt the kid more than any kind of physical pain could.

You were no stranger to death, hell, you were one of the people always on the battlefield while you were at sector 45 for you were their “shield and trap” as Kent put it.

You were responsible for shielding the soldiers, to create a barrier around them when multiple enemies surrounded them; often having the attacks reflect back to the enemy. As for being called a trap, you were often ordered to create a barrier around an enemy to contain them in one place.

It was the most frequent solution used for capturing enemies, and knowing that- having those memories only made you feel worse, what good is your gift, as Castle liked to call it, if you couldn’t even protect the people who needed your protection?

What good is it if you used it to protect those loyal to the reestablishment and not innocent civilians?

Looking up at the moon you let out a sigh and pushed yourself up off of the ground. You grabbed the hems of the bedsheets and tugged them upwards as you kicked your shoes off of your feet before collapsing on the bed.

You pulled the sheets over your body and closed your eyes, trying to envision the moon to push out the glimpses of the crying child.

“Good night,” you whispered out to no one in particular. Maybe you subconsciously said it to the kid, as an apology of some sort.

The last thing that was on your mind before the tiredness fully took over was the delusional hope of being able to start over.

✩ ✩

“Life is full of choices, no one ever mentions fear,” Anastasia sang through the television screen in front of you as you ate the last few portions of your breakfast.

“Mama, who’s that,” you heard from behind you, you paused your movements for a second waiting to see how the mom would respond; ready to flee the dining area if necessary.

The mom hushed the child, “A new person, lets not bother them,” the sounds of receding footprints gave you a sense of relief as you refocused on your breakfast and the singing of the cartoon character.

You weren’t worried about being “turned in” or anything of that sort, you doubt that anyone from the Reestablishment was acting as a mole so there would be no one to drag you back to that place.

Suddenly your brain sent panic waves down your spine as a foreboding feeling took over your senses; telling you that there was someone to close for comfort. Out of instinct, a thin force field surrounded your body- if this person meant any harm, they’d have to have a power that allowed them to deactivate yours.

You took in a sharp breath as you heard your last name come from behind you.

A few seconds passed before you took another breath; hoping that the person behind you would think they got the wrong person, but all they did was circle around your table and take a seat in front of you.

“The hell are you doing here,” he said, his tone not allowing you to fool yourself into thinking he’d leave without an answer.

“Kent,” you began, “didn’t expect to see you here,” you said as you gave him a blank stare.

“Yeah,” he scoffed out, “didn’t expect to see you here either,” he straightened his back as he leaned forward on the table between you two, his brows furrowed as he sarcastically tilts his head.

“How did you find this place,” he kept his gaze strictly on yours.

“Oh you know, went for the usual 5 pm scenery walk and found myself here,” the corners of your lips slightly curved up as you gave him a fake innocent smile before you dropped it not a second later, rolling your eyes and you looked away from him.

The man let out a noise akin to a scoff before speaking again, “I’m not here to turn you in, I have no gain in doing that. I just-,”

“Yeah, we’d all be publicly shot by Warner no doubt.”

He let out a sigh this time before speaking once again, “Because I owe you my life,”

“Everyone in the Reestablishment owes me their life,” you cut him off; your tone quickly turning bitter as you thought about what you did for them.

“Because I owe you my life,” he says again, “I won’t make a scene big enough to catch everyone’s attention, but,” he grabbed your arm causing you to snap your head back towards his direction; eyes slightly widening, “we do have to talk.”

You found yourself not being able to speak, your throat drying up as your body felt like it was short circuiting. You looked to where he was grip was on your arm.

You never disabled the force field you put around your body.

“How did you do that.”

He let go of his grip on your arm and stood up, “Like I said, we have to talk.”

✩ ✩

“When you said “we” Kent, I didn’t think you’d mean me, you, and the leaders of Omega Point.”

“Yeah well, better safe than sorry,” Kent pushed you through the door, his hand still wrapped around your wrist to which you try to shove off.

“Again, how the hell can you touch me?!”

He tightened he grip on your wrist, “I’m about to tell you— just stay quiet for a few minutes!”

“I don’t take orders from you anymore, Kent-“

“Uh, hey, can you guys stop shoving each other for a sec?”

You looked at the new person standing next to Castle’ desk. All his clothing pieces were black and subtle fitted around his body to show off his muscles, his hair color the same. Observing him effectively made you stop struggling against Kent’ grip.

“Has the ability to cooperate, check.” The new guy leaned forward reaching a hand out, “Kenji.”

Castle cleared his throat, “So,” he began. You looked at the hand “Kenji” reached out to you with furrowed brows. What was he doing?

Next to you, Kent cringed at the sight before roughly tugging you closer to Castle.

“What brings you here, with her,” Castle gave you a small smile, “She came in yesterday.”

Kent heavily breathed as he tugged you in front of him and threw your wrist out of his hands, “Have you done a background check on her? She’s from Sector 45, a soldier.”

The room was silent for a few moments, your expression blank as you looked at the same expression found on Castle.

Before, you weren’t worried about getting turned in because you didn’t think there were any spies around that would notify your higher ups. Not much changed from then to now, Kent seems quite content with this place. He probably ran away too, so even if he did turn you in, Warner would find him too.

You internally sighed, you didn’t care if you got kicked out of here. You’d find an abandoned place and force yourself to survive, but even with that in mind this place did seem nice. You’d like to stay especially after finding out that not only did you have a “gift” but there were others too?

Seems fun.

Castle pushed his chair out from the desk, standing up to walk around it and sit on the edge— now eye to eye with you.

“She was known as our shield-“

Castle raised a hand, “And trap,” he tilted his head to Kent, “I know, Kent. I also know that she came here asking for refuge and help, the first step to change,” he tilted his head back to you, another small smile on his face, “And that she’s one of us now.”

Skeptical as always, Kent glanced back and forth between you and Castle before averting his gaze to Kenji, who only shrugged and motioned for him to back off and a give you some space ad he was right behind you.

Kent let out a sigh as he took a step back, “And if she’s just on a mission?”

The smile on Castle’ face disappeared as he looked back at him, “If you’re so worried, I can have Kenji look after her.”

Kenji, who was standing at the side this entire conversation, suddenly popped up right next to Castle, “Won’t have to worry about a thing as long as she’s with me.” He gave Kent a fake smile before turning back to Castle seemingly waiting for further orders.

Kent scoffed, “Yeah, ok. As long as someone’s watching her.”

“Wonderful,” Castle replied; his smile returning, “Kenji, go escort Y/N to wherever she’ll be going—“

“Wait,” your gaze jumped to all three of the guys as you take a step back, “So you say that I’m one of you but then you put a cop on me?”

“Sweetheart, I’m not a cop—“

You point a finger at Kent as you keep eye contact with Castle, your temper rising along with the volume of your voice, “Just because he doesn’t trust me? He’s done more harm during his time at the Reestablishment then I ever could!”

Your temper only rises when you feel Kent’ hand on your shoulder, “Calm down—“

You whip your arm back, aggressively pushing his hand off of you, “I already told you Kent,” you bark out, “I don’t take orders from you anymore.”

You scoff at his widened eyes before walking out the room, leaving the three men alone.

“She’s upset.”

“Yeah, thank you Adam,” Kenji said with fake sweetness in his voice, “What would we ever do without you?”

“Shut up.”

“Kenji,” Castle interrupted not looking at either of them but at the door instead, “Go after her, she’s still under your supervision but not for Kent’ reasoning. I need you to help her feel comfortable here, I fear we might’ve given ourselves a bed rep to her.”

Kenji snorted, “Kinda? Alright, well I’ll make sure to keep an eye on her.”

Before Kenji could fully walk past Adam, he called out his name causing Kenji to turn back around, “What?”

He leaned forward reaching a hand out, mocking Kenji’ previous movements, “”Kenji.” What was that about?”

Kenji rolled his eyes before slapping his hand away, “Just proper etiquette, something you aren’t educated on.”

“What—“

“Kenji,” Castle interrupted again, a stifled smile on his face, “Go after her.”

Kenji nodded and turned on his heel, not bothering to say acknowledge Adam on his way out, “I’ll be back later today.”

✩ ✩

You paced around your room mumbling profanities under your breath, “Who does he think he is, he wasn’t even my boss!”

You rubbed the wrist that Kent had his grip on, “The audacity to drag me through these halls and say that I’m a threat. And all I ever did was protect— those fuckers literally called my “shield and—“

“Hey, uh, it’s Kenji,” he knocked on your door, “Want to get something to eat?”

“No,” you yelled back, “I promise you, I’m not a threat.” You took a step getting ready to start pacing around your room again before Kenji continued speaking.

“I’m not here to spy on you, I don’t take orders from Kent either. Just hungry and have no one else to eat with.”

You cursed the part of you that was telling you to go with him, at least you wouldn’t be eating alone having it be a perfect chance for Kent to pop in and try to drag you to Castle’ office again.

With a sigh you give in and open your door revealing Kenji who was leaning against your doorframe, “Oh— hey.”

He pushed himself off the doorframe and cleared his throat, “Almost started to think you were ignoring me.”

Not that he’d care if you were, he was just glad to know that you weren’t resistant to his charms— not that it would matter anyways.

You close the door as you walk out the room. You turned to face Kenji, subconsciously batting your lashes at him, “I mean you are just here to see if I was sent here by the Reestablishment…”

Kenji began to walk, you following right by his side, “I told you already, I’m not going to do that. I don’t take orders from Kent.”

“Castle was the one who really made the order though.”

“Yeah, well, I only follow orders that don’t start with Kent’ opinion.”

You snicker at his words, “Well that’s good to know.”

“So, what’s your thing?” He pivoted into the cafeteria, right on step with your pivot.

“My what?”

“Your thing,” he passed you a tray as you two stepped into the line, “Like Repunzel and her hair, you know?”

“Oh. I can create forcefields.”

“Ohh, so that’s why they call you—“

“Yeah,” you interrupted as you didn’t feel like hearing the nickname right now, “Can use it as to protect and attack, thank you, that’s why they kept me for so long.”

Kenji looked at you as you spoke, noting the way your hair moved as you spoke and the way your eyes looked under the kitchen light.

He was only looking because he was an observant person. That’s all.

It wasn’t until you looked at him with confused eyes that he snapped back into reality. He tried to remember the last thing you said— he swore he was listening— but the way your lips were moving was so distracting, even now as you opened them to start speaking, “Oh, sorry,” Kenji looked away from you, that’s why they kept me for so long, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, “It’s fine, there’s far more interesting things to talk about.”

“I’m sure anything would be interesting to listen to as long as it’s coming from you.”

You and the lunch worker in front of you two looked at Kenji with widened eyes. “Thank…you?”

“Kenji,” gasped the worker catching Kenji’ attention, “I knew you were bold but I didn’t think you were that bold, thought you’d just keep staring at her with those puppy eyes! Congrats! I hope it goes well,” the worker says as they fill Kenji’ tray with food.

The worker averted their gaze to you, “Don’t worry miss, he’s a good catch.” The worker sent you a wink before shooing the both of you away.

The both of you awkwardly stood there for a few seconds, Kenji wondering if you’d take all that to heart, and you waiting for him to bring up finding a table.

Finally he did, “Anyways, let’s find a table?”

“Yeah.”

✩ ✩

“You can turn invisible? How did you even figure that out?”

Kenji almost laughed at your curiosity, it was cute,“Well how random was it when you found out you could create force fields?”

“Actually it wasn’t that random, happened while I was trying to protect someone.”

“I see. I found out on a random day during my childhood.”

You raised a brow at his confession, “That’s hilarious.”

The image of a younger Kenji walking through his house, unknowing of the fact that he’s gone invisible, and speaking to one of his parents who would freak out at the fact that they could hear their son but not see him was enough to make you want to laugh.

“Hilarious?” Kenji leaned closer to you as he rested his arms on top of the table, “It was terrifying.”

“I bet it was, especially since you wouldn’t have known how to turn visible again,” you pushed your tray forward finally finishing your food, “So, what movies do you like?”

“Interesting change of topic,” he picked up your tray and set it on top of his, “My personal favorite is Tangled.”

“Shut up, there is no way—“

“I know right! Best piece of fiction in all of literature.” Kenji said cutting you off thinking you were going to agree with him—

“—You like that Anastasia romance knock-off?”

“Excuse me?” Kenji raised an offended brow at you, there is no way you just compared the magnificent romance between Flynn Rider and Rapunzel to that.

“Anastasia is much better.”

“Ok, first of all— you’re wrong— second, did you just call Flynn and Rapunzel’ love story a knock-off?”

You scoffed feeling petty, “Yes. A con man that helps a lost princess get to a destination and they end up falling in love and have a big miscommunication arc but ultimately ends with them getting together? Anastasia and Dimitri are what Flynn and Rapunzel wish they could be.”

Kenji dramatically gasped, “Take that back.”

You turned your head, chin up and eyes closed, “No.”

You stayed like that for a few moments before breaking character, laughing at the fact that you were arguing with someone because of your undying love for another fictional couple.

It didn’t take long for Kenji to break is protective Rapunzel nature, he knew it would break as soon as he heard your laugh.

As much as it made him cringe to admit— not only because you only just met but because he never thought he’d say this— but he liked the sound of your laugh. It sounded like music to his ears, as much as that hurt him to admit this early.

The moment is cut short when a worker yells at you both, “Hey! Lovebirds! It’s dark outside, lunch and dinner both ended already— get a room before you start making out on the table.”

The worker, much grumpier than the other one who served the food, grumbled words that formed sentences saying that “youths are so annoying.” “young love is so outdated.” and “what’s next, he’s gonna buy her flowers and gummy bears too?”

Like before you didn’t think much of it, laughing as you found the misunderstanding funny. You expected Kenji to laugh too, to find the situation funny as well. Instead you were met with the sight of his hand over his mouth trying to cover the rest of his heated face, failing to realize that his ears were also flushed.

You were about to ask if he was ok, but then he picked up the trays and handed them to another worker. His posture stiffened when he got another teasing comment from said worker before walking back to you.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “It is late now, I’ll walk you back to your room.”

You smiled, “Ok, thank you.”

“You know what I just realized,” you say as you walk out the cafeteria.

“Hmm?”

“Kent never told me why he was able to touch me while I had a force field off.”

“Oh, his thing is being able to deactivate others gifts. I know, dick gift.”

You groaned, “What the hell that’s so annoying.”

Kenji chuckled, “Yeah, perfect for a guy like him.”

The rest of the walk back was quiet, Kenji most likely in deep thought, and you who was comfortable with the silence. When you reached your room you didn’t go in right away, you turned to Kenji waiting to see if he said something to say.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I actually look forward to that now.”

He snickered as you gave him a smug smile, he was glad you felt somewhat comfortable with him now, “For the record, Rapunzel and Flynn are not a rip off of your Princess and con man.”

You snorted at the irony, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Oh it sure well.”

“Ok, ok. Good night.”

Kenji gave you a smile and a nod before turning around getting ready to walk back to his own quarters, “Wait.”

Kenji turned around immediately, brows raised.

You looked down at your feet suddenly feeling shy, “You’re cute too by the way.”

You didn’t wait for a response, immediately shutting the door and running into the furthest corner in your room— what the hell was that?!

Outside of your room, Kenji stared at your closed door dumbfounded. It’s only when he realizes how creepy it would be to find him standing in front of your room does he snap out of it.

He walks to his own quarters with flushed ears and cheeks.

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