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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look.

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge.

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining.

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them.

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy.

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest.

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes.

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko.

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green.

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look.

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess.

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour.

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed.

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute.

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it.

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips.

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night.

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along.

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes.

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so.

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions.

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights.

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here.

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it.

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to.

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort.

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks.

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings.

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat.

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm.

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires.

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them.

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed.

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out.

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own.

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.

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gaylotusthatexists · 4 years

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a not-so-quiet afternoon

pairing: logince

summary: Logan is trying to spend a quiet afternoon in the library when someone comes and disturbs the peace.

trigger warnings: none that i can think of but let me know if i need to tag anything

word count: 1030

a/n: so uhh happy pride month! i'm gay and wanna celebrate this s o imma try to post a one shot every day based off of this prompt list (which btw if you wanna request anything feel free). today's prompt is first meetings :) hope y'all enjoy~

ao3

Logan glanced up from his spot in the library, frowning as he saw a man barge in, loudly announcing his presence to the librarian and asking for directions. Rolling his eyes, Logan returned to his book, but found it increasingly difficult to concentrate as said man continued to stomp around the library, apparently unaware of those trying to study around him. And then, of course, of bloody course, the man came and sat down on Logan's table, shoving aside some of Logan's notes to make room for his own books, which he proceeded to not read, instead doodling on a piece of paper and checking his phone every few seconds. Logan was half tempted to stand up, shove the newcomers books off the table, and storm out, but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. This was his table, he'd got here first, and if anyone should move, it should be the new guy.

"Excuse me," Logan said, quietly, "but would you mind moving to another table?"

The man looked up, eyes widening upon noticing Logan. Logan couldn't quite read his expression, but it seemed as though had just noticed Logan sitting there. His hair was unkempt and he looked tired, or stressed. That confused Logan, slightly, as he had seemed rather confident when he entered the library, so Logan had assumed he'd be pretty well put together. Logan sat quietly, waiting for a response. It didn't come, the man instead returning to his doodling.

No, that wasn't doodling. Upon taking a closer look, Logan realised he was doing work - maths work, it looked like. And he was doing it wrong, if Logan's assumptions were correct - which they usually were. Still, that didn't excuse his previous behaviour of moving Logan's notes, ones that he'd worked pretty hard on. Huffing, Logan gathered up his own books and notes, planning to move to another table himself. He hoped that the guy picked up on his huffing.

"Wait," the guy said, just as Logan began to get up, "I'm sorry."

Logan blinked. He slowly sat back down, looking at the guy curiously.

"I'm just a little stressed right now," the guy admitted. "If I don't pass my maths exam tomorrow I'll lose my scholarship and then I'll never-" He winced. "Sorry, shouldn't unload that on you."

"It's quite alright," Logan said, carefully. "Do you require assistance? I've worked as a maths tutor in the past, perhaps I could-"

"Could you?" the guy asked, hope in his eyes. Logan nodded, and scooted over towards him. "Oh, thank you, thanks so much!"

"Keep your voice quiet," Logan said. "Remember we are in a library."

"Oh, right." He looked a little embarrassed, but Logan chose not to focus on that.

"Now, what do you need help with?" Logan inquired.

The man stared at the paper in front of him. "Uh. All of it?"

"Ah. Well-" Logan began to explain the concepts on the guys questions - which he'd had on his phone, so that explained why he'd been checking it every few seconds - and tried to point out and explain the many, many mistakes that he had made so far. They spent a while going over the topics, eventually moving onto more material that the guy was also struggling with. Logan, of course, had no problem with this - whilst it was a bit of a shame that he couldn't continue his rather interesting research on black holes, he also quite enjoyed teaching, sharing his knowledge, and if it helped this guy then Logan would be happy.

When their study session finally came to an end, the man looked far less stressed, and rather grateful for Logan's help. "Thank you," he breathed, "thank you so much."

"Do you understand everything a little better?" Logan asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. That was- That was really helpful."

Logan smiled. "I'm glad to hear that."

"I'm Roman, by the way," he said.

"Logan," Logan returned. "Do you attend the college?"

Roman nodded. "Yeah. I'm majoring in Performing Arts, but had to retake maths because... well, you can probably tell."

It was clear that Roman didn't want to talk about it, so Logan didn't dig. "I major in Science."

"Cool." Roman didn't sound like he really cared, but that didn't bother Logan. "Do you have a phone?"

Logan nodded. "Yes?"

"Mind if I take your number?" Roman requested. "In case I, uh, need more help. Unless it's too much of a bother, that is."

"Oh, no, it's not a bother at all." Logan took his phone out his pocket and handed it over to Roman, allowing him to put in his own number.

"Oh, love your case," Roman mentioned, as he handed Logan the phone back.

Logan hummed, then his eyes widened. He forgot that he had his pride case on - a simple rainbow flag, with an ace heart in the centre. Usually he stuck to his plain case, still unsure if this city was completely queer-friendly - his previous city hadn't been so accepting, and he hadn't been attending this college for so long - but he'd put it on the night before after a sudden spurt of confidence, and apparently forgot to switch it before heading out that morning.

"Thank you," Logan said, quickly putting his phone away. He considered Roman, noticing a rainbow pin on his jacket. Oh - perhaps Roman was queer as well. A small smile grew on his face. "I like your pin, as well." He hadn't actually met another queer person at the college yet, the only other queer person he knew at all being his nonbinary friend Patton, from back home. Of course, Roman might have just been wearing it to show his support, but Logan wanted to believe otherwise.

"Would you like to meet up some other time?" Roman asked. "Like, not as a maths thing?"

Logan's smile grew wider. "Yes, I think I would like that."

"I'll message you, yeah?"

"Yes, that sounds good."

Roman stood up, gathering his books and notes. "Well, thank you, again. See you soon?"

Logan nodded. "Yes. See you soon."

After Roman walked away, Logan let out a breath he hadn't been aware that he'd be holding. Huh. This could be interesting.

#prideprompts2020 #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logince #logan sanders #roman sanders #my fanfic #my writing

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harringrovetrashrat · 5 years

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I've gotta harringrove request if you are still doing those? I do this all the time and thought it would be hilarious for steve and billy but where they are in class (science, english whatever) and fixate on this phrase that is in no one funny but just can't stop laughing and repeating it to each other until they are both kicked out of class together.

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK ME SO LONG.

I really liked this prompt, because I know this, I’ve done this, but GOD did the right scenario elude me. I didn’t want it to be super forced. Wanted it to be simple and cute and funny.

So I wrote this dumbass shit because it makes me laugh, and I could not stop thinking about this once I started. It’s a Modern AU, btw.

A thank you and a shout out to my talented friend and coworker, @astrangefolk, for the inspiration. Thank you to the internet for giving him the nickname Snail. (Fic below the cut)

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Billy collapsed onto the stool next to Steve, huffing in annoyance when Steve didn’t immediately look up from whatever he was doodling in his notebook.

“What are you even up to, pretty boy?” Billy asked, annoyed that he wanted attention and annoyed Steve wasn’t giving it to him. Steve looked up, almost like he hadn’t noticed Billy arrive, before smiling and pushing his notebook over a little. Billy leaned over to look and frowned. “A snail?” He squinted and frowned more. “Is it wearing… shoes?”

“He’s wearing snoos!” Steve exclaimed happily. Billy looked at him expectantly, because what the fuck. “Snail shoes!”

“Snail shoe–!” Billy choked off a surprised laugh. Steve pouted slightly, puffing his cheeks.

“Yeah so he can go on his snalk.”

“And that’s?”

“Snail walk,” Steve replied with a grin. Billy put his head in his hands, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Okay where the fuck did you hear about this, what fucking site did Freckles show you now–”

“I’ll have you know it was Heather who showed me this–”

“Yeah, and where do you think she found out about it–”

“How can you be mad about a snail–”

“Gentlemen.” Billy and Steve froze, eyes snapping to their teacher. Mrs. Morton stood with her arms crossed, her eyes sharp as she looked down her nose at them, glasses perched on the tip. “Are you done bickering or may I start the class now?” Billy gave her a cheeky grin and licked his top teeth, getting an eye roll, while Steve flushed in embarrassment. When they kept quiet, she nodded and went back to the front. “Alright, now if you would open your books to page 74…” Billy immediately blocked out her voice and looked at Steve. His bangs were falling into his face as he kept doodling in his notebook, science book open next to him, unread. His long fingers gripped the pencil and Steve’s soft, pink tongue poked out from between his teeth as he concentrated. Billy felt his neck getting hot and decided that he didn’t particularly care about science today.

“Hey Harrington,” he whispered. He got a quiet hum in response as Steve tilted his head towards Billy, not taking his eyes off his drawings. “Can I borrow your snotes?” That got him a snicker. “What? Don’t wanna help out your snoyfriend?” Steve’s shoulders shook and he shot Billy a look.

“Shut up,” Steve hissed, a giggle making its way out. Billy licked his lips. He wanted to hear that again. He nudged Steve’s knee with his.

“Can I come over to your snouse later?” Silence. “We could snudy.” Steve bit his bottom lip. “Or snake out.” Billy grinned as Steve’s cheeks turned red. “Or–”

“Mr. Hargrove,” Mrs. Morton snapped. “Are you done distracting Mr. Harrington?” Billy flushed slightly but shrugged it off and made a show of opening his book and turning to the correct page. She stared him down, eyes narrowed, and he smiled at her, all teeth. Finally, she went back to teaching.

“Looks like someone got in snouble,” Steve whispered, making Billy bite his bottom lip painfully and clench his fingers into his jeans. He shot him a look and regretted it. Steve was smiling, sly and smug, but so happy, and it made Billy’s heart clench. Steve went back to doodling, though not before sending Billy a wink. It didn’t take long for Billy to try again.

“Well?” He whispered. “You didn’t answer me.”

“I gotta take Dustin home,” Steve mumbled. “But I don’t have any plans for dinner.”

“Well, I have an idea for dinner,” Billy said slowly, his hand slipping onto Steve’s thigh. He inhaled sharply and his eyes snapped to Billy’s quickly, then back to his notebook. He didn’t stop him. Billy leaned in, smirking. “And a plan for dessert.” Mrs. Morton had her back turned, and they were in the back, so Billy leaned in farther, lips drawing close to Steve’s ear as his hand slid up, resting in the crevice between Steve’s thigh and his groin. He was tense beneath Billy’s hand and he whispered into Steve’s ear, voice hushed and throaty, just the way Steve liked, “I want to snuck your snock.”

Steve let out an aborted squawk and Billy pulled back, innocent look on his face, as Mrs. Morton turned around, eyes fiery.

“Gentlemen!” She snapped. Steve was still struggling to stop laughing, but Billy just held up his hands in mock defense. “Is class not entertaining enough for you?” Steve just covered his mouth, looking down. Billy gave his best hangdog look, which was entirely ineffective. “One more outburst and you will lose the privilege of getting to learn today!”

“Yes, ma’am,” they replied, Steve’s voice airy and stressed as he reigned in his giggles. Billy didn’t wait long this time, leaning over and whispering,

“Then you can snuck me in the snass.” Steve let out a choked peal of laughter that sounded like a car engine grinding, covering his head with his hands as he pressed his face into the desk. Mrs. Morton slammed her book on her desk, face twisted with fury.

“That’s it!” She yelled. “Out of my classroom! Both of you!” The class watched, tittering with laughter and whispers as they gathered their stuff and left, Steve still letting out little chirps of laughter that made Billy want to kiss him. His cheeks were red and his smile was so wide and bright, eyes watery from laughing so hard, and Billy licked his lips, shooting Mrs. Morton a wink as they walked out. She just frowned deeper and pointed at the door. Steve punched his shoulder after a few steps, though he was still smiling.

“Fuck you, Billy!”

“What? Couldn’t snake it?”

“Oh my god! You’re so obnoxious, you sutpid turd.” Steve rolled his eyes but laced his fingers with Billy’s and pulled him to the bleachers. They went to their spot under them, a nice hidden place, and Billy lit a cigarette. Steve watched him smoke, occasionally stealing the cig for a puff. Billy couldn’t help the small smile on his face, breathlessly happy. He felt Steve watching him and when he looked up his heart started to pound. Steve was staring at him, an awed look on his face.

“What?” Billy asked.

“I… I snove you,” Steve stammered out. He flushed, face scrunched in embarrassment, and Billy tried to process the fact that his boyfriend had just said ‘I love you’ for the first time.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice more even than he had expected it to be. “Did you just say you loved me for the first time by putting snail in front of it?”

“No?”

“I snove you too, baby.”

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #fluff #silly #ficlet #modern au #this is the dumbest thing i've ever written and i love it #if you hate it that's fine but i'm sorry u don't get art #ask #anon

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just-jammin · 4 years

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#they shall be HIS [finished] (yes, i know this is focused on who stole Renniko’s cookies *ahemTobyahem*...but aren’t you aware of the wolf assault???)

#investigation of the star; #stargazing! [finished] (trying to find the identity of ⭐️ anon)

#fire kitty angy [finished] :3 (oh no shit’s messed up the chaos is pretty emotionally destructive i can’t take it anymore—)

#intimidation check [finished] (maybe i shouldn’t have asked for more power... oh well, at least i became a flaming lion being—)

#star anon’s liquid hug test [finished] (as a test subject for the new liquid hugs, it’s not... great...)

#a soul-splitting out-of-body experience [finished] (apparently i’ve been told that my left & right brain saved me? what the fu-)

#the ronnie situation [finished] (*Alexander Hamilton instrumental starts* how does one little fennec with their paws on a chainsaw, somehow cause two headaches and some hell-inducing chaos?)

#the shitshow. [finished] (arguments & denials ensue, i think i messed up there-)

#aftermath of the shitshow. [finished] (but everything goes well again, don’t worry-)

#rise of the Protector [finished] (when i joined @the-chaos-family & earned my role as the Protector of Chaos, and when i got the Love Sword!)

sideblogs/other blogs:

@isei-files (hope this superhuman database will stick—)

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gisachi · 4 years

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#42 for the shinran kissing prompts maybe? (thank you for the nice tags on my art btw 😉💜)

Thanks for this request! 💞 Ahh, what can I say, your doodles are so funny and so lovely to look at!! I’ve never had the proper chance to thank you for your tags on my posts too so I’ll take this opportunity. It makes me really happy that you like what I write ;;_;; So I remembered reading one of your tags saying that you like Domestic!ShinRan so I’mma give that to you rn. I really hope you like this! 🤗

42. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead. (1,551 words)

9:00 PM.

It’s automatic, whenever the grandfather clock strikes 9:00 PM. Seconds after the last chime of the bell, he’ll hear the library door open, footsteps lightly approach him, then hundreds of pecks will wordlessly land on his cheek in the midst of his paperwork, disrupting the mind palace he’s put up for hours.

It did surprise him the first time, giving his wife a weirded out ‘What’s with you?’ look, but it doesn’t take a while for Pavlov to prove his theory to him when for the next four or five times, he begins to grow accustomed to this flow of events. He doesn’t even have to look at the clock; he just knows that once the library door clicks, it’s 9 o’clock, and he’s bound to ready his cheeks for the array of kisses that’ll shortly follow.

Though his mind has already been conditioned to this, Shinichi’s yet to admit that that is the most favorite thing he wants from his wife to do. After all, anyone who knows him knows that he must not be disturbed in the middle of his deductions. Well, they can, but at the expense of being ignored, or avoided, or humiliated for feeling like they’re talking to a brick wall.

Thus it has been a universal rule that a working Shinichi is an absolutely-cannot-be-disturbed Shinichi. And his wife knows this for sure.

Yet why? For what purpose is she doing this, persistently giving him something he never asked for? Something she isn’t even sure he wants, or needs?

Tonight is rather a busy night for him. He doesn’t usually bring home extra paperwork from the Department, but this present case - a child kidnapping case - calls for urgency. Since 5 PM, he hasn’t left the Kudo library and has even missed dinner. But hunger is nothing compared to the need for the case to be resolved as soon as possible. Time is the enemy. So for almost three hours, he reads, he closes his eyes, he writes, he thinks. On repeat.

“Yes, Megure-keibu. Yes. Among the suspects only the child’s aunt living in Minato ward can possibly do this. Said she’s never been in touch with the kid for years and- Yes. And yet she knows her routine after school. She’s been spying on her. Right. Please send the Team right away to her house. Be on guard. It’s possible there’s someone with her with a weapon. Mm. Let me know once the suspect is restrained.”

He paces back and forth the library, grave and relentless worry evident in his face. He waits, and waits, and waits. Forty minutes of frantic silence and tension, hunger and thirst unnoticed. For forty minutes his world zeroes in on just him and this case, not in the least mindful of his environment, of any sound other than his nervous heart and seeing nothing other than the flash of memories from back when he - and she - was young.

Finally, the awaited call arrives.

“Shinichi-kun, the culprit has been apprehended. Good job. We’ll hear more details on this tomorrow. You may now retire for the night.”

Thank goodness.

Slumping into his chair, he heaves a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Megure-keibu.”

He checks his phone clock. 8:58 PM. Wow, it took almost four hours. He doesn’t even realize. Oh, the effect of child kidnapping cases on him.

He stays in his chair, unmoving. That’s when it hits. The fatigue. The hunger. Minor unfinished paperwork still lays on his desk but he figures he needs a little breather.

For once he actually seeks for rest.

Ran.

8:59 PM.

How convenient. Now he just has to wait for one more minute. Then the grandfather clock will chime and the door will click and this time, he’s ready to welcome whatever intrusion there’ll be, as long as it’s from her.

Ran.

He closes his eyes, chuckles breathily. Hah.

For the first time, is he really actively waiting for her to come?

He waits, and waits, and waits.

Any time now.

Aaaany time.

9:01 PM.

9:10 PM. 9:15 PM.

9:20 PM.

Maybe it’s the tiredness acting up, and he’s not supposed to be cranky because he has just solved a kidnapping case, but right now, he cannot stop his brows from furrowing and his lips from curving upside down.

Where the hell is she?

Releasing an impatient groan, he decides to just continue with the minor paperwork. Maybe she’s already asleep; doesn’t wait for him anymore since he sure is taking his time with this. He mechanically grabs his pen, flips some pages over, and stares blankly at words.

Man... he’s pretty bummed.

“Done with the case?”

He jerks from his seat, heart leaping a little. Trying to keep a straight expression, he slowly turns to the door, and there she is. The woman he’s secretly waiting for.

Ran.

Shinichi watches her walk his direction before finally realizing how much he’s been staring, and then returns his attention to his paperwork.

“...Late.” He mumbles, so low she barely hears it.

She stops, quirks an eyebrow. “Oh. Were you waiting for me?”

“Wh— N-no. Not at all.”

How childish he might’ve sounded just now.

Trying to push past her teasing stare, he pretends to go over the piles of paper in front of him one by one.

But Ran knows her husband too well. She approaches his desk, and, after a faint giggle, gives a light peck on his visibly flustered cheeks.

“I tucked Sakura and Shinji to bed,” she says, giving an answer to his unspoken question. “Took me quite a while this time.”

He tilts his head, half-facing her. “And? Are they asleep now?”

“Yes.”

“Mm.”

She leans in for another peck and Shinichi instinctively offers his cheek, closing his eyes. Feeling her subtle smile against his skin, he cannot help but smile, too, as she gives him three more. Ran stands straight and sighs.

“You skipped dinner, Shinichi. I’ll heat up your food, okay?” She steps away, only to be abruptly stopped by a stubborn tug of his hand on her wrist.

“Ran, that’s...not enough.”

Swiveling his chair to face her, he opens his arms, catching Ran dumbfounded from where she stands. Then, without any word, she retraces her steps, slowly, until she’s standing between his legs, and his arms wrap around her waist.

“I was.”

“Was what?”

“Waiting.”

Cheeks dusting with red, Shinichi holds her gaze as she stares him down his seat; her eyes wide at the unexpected declaration before narrowing into slits.

“Mmm, really? M’not bothering you with your work?” She nudges her head to his desk.

“Nope.”

“But that’s not what I was getting before.”

“Hmm?”

“You've never reciprocated my kisses then,” she puffs her cheeks.

“Well…”

"You didn’t even notice I checked up on you before 9 o’clock. You were too engrossed with the case, spanning the room back and forth like a madman.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, so I figured it’s probably better not to disturb you until you’re done with it...don’t wanna risk being yelled at.”

“I’m not-“

“Oh, Shinichi. I understand, you don’t want any disturbance when solving cases, not even from your wife—“

He cuts her off with a kiss on the lips, dissolving Ran’s further complaints in his mouth.

“That’s not true,” he declares, then kisses her again, chastely. “Keep on doing that, okay? ‘Disturbing’ me or whatever...Even if I look serious,” another kiss. “Or annoyed.” Kiss. “Or cannot be bothered.” Long kiss. “Just...don’t stop doing that.”

He pauses for a good minute, admiring how she looks with her brows still wrinkled but face and ears now more crimson than his.

Ah. Yes— Now it’s clear.

What a shame for not having realized this sooner.

Breaking off his loving gaze, Ran pinches his cheeks, pulling them like dough. “Who says anything about stopping? Who’s gonna tuck you to bed when that happens?”

“Oh okay,” he chuckles, “so you’re really doing this whole thing to annoy me, huh?”

“Of course. Is there any other reason?”

He kisses her again, smiles fondly against her lips. “Because you love me?”

She returns the kiss, reciprocates the smile he doesn’t even bother hiding. “Now you’re being cocky.”

Hands intertwined, foreheads together, eyes closed, soft giggles lingering, husband and wife drown in each other’s comfort, forgetting about the time and hunger and everything else, his long day ending with her, at last. No one can take away this moment from them this time. Not even the minor unfinished paperwork.

Yes. This woman. His wife. Ran.

The only distraction he’ll ever want, and ever need.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what the case was all about?” He speaks softly, a little above a whisper.

“What is it?”

“Child kidnapping case.”

“Oh no,” Ran separates from him, expression visibly concerned, “and you’ve solved it?”

“Yes. The TMPD already apprehended the culprit.”

“That’s a relief,” she returns her forehead to his. “Though Shinichi, honestly I’ve never seen you so invested in a case before.”

“Yeah. It hits close to home.”

“What do you mean?”

Silence, then he takes a deep breath.

“Did you know that you were almost kidnapped when we were in Kindergarten?”

“I was almost...what?!”

“Let’s save that bedtime story for later. Dinner first?”

#shinran #fanfic #OMG I saw your recent doodle and the second one looks almost like the kiss position in this prompt!! AHAHAHAhahskdhs #bless #hope this is ok!!#before i started writing this i read a very angsty Shinran fic #so after that i was like WELP need to feed my heart with ShinRan fluff!!!#and now i have this #been revising this for hours so imma publish now so theres no more backing down lmao #kiss prompts

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nad-zeta · 5 years

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match-up request?

hi! i hope this finds you in good health and i hope you are having a wonderful day so far! i would like an ikemen sengoku match-up, if that is okay? if not, then i apologise and ignore me, haha… this might get long, i don’t know?

alright, so i am a female gemini with isfp personality. in terms of appearance, i am pretty average — brown hair, brown eyes, average height, so i wouldn’t put much attention into that, haha.

now, in terms of personality… well, it gets kind of tricky. it really depends on who i am with — some people could describe me as a silent, straightforward type who doesn’t say much and acts pretty mature ( which is usually in formal situations or when i am feeling threatened by someone ) while others can describe as total opposite; playful, loud and outspoken ( usually in front of friends and family ).

in any way, most of the time i give off this very confident and ‘i don’t give a damn’ vibe, and as such, many would say i am very chill and don’t bother myself with problems and stress, which is very wrong but that’s the impression i leave. i do tend to behave like that, though, as i am not a fan of opening up to everyone and anyone about my true emotions. that being said, i will probably tease people and behave superior in terms of 'not feeling anything’, as i dislike appearing 'weak’ and giving others the advantage. either that, or i just really have something i’d call 'trust issues’. it’s not that serious though — honestly, i am just really playful, sarcastic, playfully flirty and throwing around dark humour and philosophical tales about conspiracy theories. or i am playfully ( or seriously, if i am riled up ) argumentative and up for debates!

though, i do like openness in relationships! be it platonic or romantic. i am a communicative type, and no matter how passive i might be at times, i always prefer to talk things out or am willing to hear people out. i may not be the best listener and comforter ( awkward person alert ), but i do try to give advice and be there for someone as i feel satisfied with my own existence if i feel useful. one of the ways i weigh my self-worth actually is in being capable of making people smile or laugh, or just feel better. i’d say my love language is a mix of physical touch and giving gifts?

i have many interests, going from medicine to botany, astrology, astronomy, writing, art, photography, languages, spirituality — honestly anything that sparks curiosity within me. though, i am also very likely to procrastinate and leave all those interests on hold. though i like to consider myself open-minded, i am also extremely stubborn. my opinion is right ( i am very well aware that it may not be, but that’s just how stubborn i am 😂 ) and it takes a lot of convincing to make me change my mind ( remember when i said debates? ). though, lately i have been tending not to get so riled up over everything, and will not argue unless it really ticks the nerve.

i am, however, willing to apologise if i feel or notice i was at wrong. my sense of guilt is rather big and if i feel guilty or bad, i will seek to fix it. forgiveness is a big thing for me.

along with stubbornness, i’d say some of my flaws could be that hidden sensitivity and lack of emotion towards people or situations, at times — for i can behave rather coldly. i also have minor mood-swings — i had late night situations where i cried my heart out after laughing at stuff, or when i was pretty cheery at school but then just got quiet. oh, yeah, if i am mad, i will probably be silent and not talk to someone! i am a walking contradictory.

i am very affectionate, though. even if one may never guess, i adore hugs and physical contact and am very likely to annoy someone with either giving attention or seeking attention. honestly, it just takes to become a bit closer to me and i will be silly, affectionate and fluffy.

not going to try to describe any of the ikemen sengoku characters, i don’t want anything to be biased, haha, but i will say that i don’t like people who don’t know what they want and who are not serious about things that require seriousness and maturity. and honestly, that goes in both platonic and romantic waters.

ah, that ended up being long and messy, i wonder if it is even understandable? it’s pretty hard to describe yourself as objectively and as shortly as possible, at least for me…

i hope that this is alright with you? again, i sincerely, really apologise if you aren’t taking these requests at the moment or just aren’t feeling up for these, which i understand completely! i hope you will have a wonderful day or night nevertheless, and i pray you are or soon will be in a good mood and with happy thoughts! stay safe!!

Hi, there love! Thank you so much @viaervi for the request! You are always more than welcome to submit a request for anything, lol! <3 I hope you enjoy it! hehe, don’t forget I’m new to writing so it might be shit ^0^

So I match you with............... Masamune

The first interaction the two of you have, you realized Masamune has absolutely no boundaries. He just waltzes into your room while you were writing, looked down at your journal, smiled, and plucked it away from you. You tried to grab the book back because you had your whole life there, art, writing, doodles, and your photos. He was wearing that daring grin of his while holding the book above your head, ever so out of reach. He was definitely taking advantage of your average height, you jumped up and down trying to grab it to but to no avail. Eventually, Masa placed his elbow on your head to keep you from moving and started going through your book. He found a particularly lovely photograph that you had taken a while back. You dabbled in photography, and the photo he now held was one of the first pictures you ever took, so it held a significant amount of sentimental value. He was absolutely amazed at the beauty of it. “did you paint this lass”. “No, obviously not, it’s called a photograph”. You had to explain your whole backstory for the second time with the hopes that he wouldn't think you crazy like Nobunaga and Mitsunari did. Then you proceeded to explain the concept of photography best you could. He just gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen and said he believed you. He then welcomed you to the past, and before you could say another word, he left with the photo. You were shocked. Felt like you were just hit by a hurricane.

You were a pretty quiet person more so cause everything was so unfamiliar, but that seemed to have lasted all but 1-minute cause Masamune would just appear out of nowhere and start pestering you. He would poke your cheek continually until you would say something to him. He knew there was more to you than the quiet straightforward expression you wore. You felt that you could truly let your guard down with him, so you showed him your loud, playful side, which he loved btw. Both of you became instant besties for the resties. Flinging playful jokes and comments at each other. Physical contact wasn’t a problem for any of you, so you guys would playfully nudge each other and occasionally roughhouse a little. Especially if Masamune was being a bit cheeky.

Masa enjoyed the fact that you had so many different freaken hobbies. Every day with you was like an adventure on its own, and you were so knowledgeable about the most random things. One night you were chilling in the garden looking at a super moon when Masamune appeared out of nowhere with his hands covering your eyes “guess who?”. “Could it be a pirate? or captain hook?” He couldn’t help but smile at your strange references. He didn’t understand, just what it was about him that reminded you of a pirate. What a strange little kitten you were. He just chuckled and announced himself. The two of you laid on the grass, looking up at the clear night sky. You told Masamune all about astronomy, and then to his surprise, you told him about astrology. He was so amused by the sheer amount of knowledge you had about this vast universe. He was amazed at the concept of astrology and how it could give you a glimpse of a person’s basic characteristics, preferences, and flaws. You even managed to tell him his star signs and the personality traits that went with it. He was shook, darn that is so accurate. Since then, the two of you made it a kind of inside joke. Like how whenever Nobunaga was super extra and dramatic the two of you would look at each other with a knowing smile and say, “wow Nobunaga is being such a Leo right now” “Classic”, followed by a fit of laughter.

Not only that but Masa also loved hearing his kitten’s conspiracy theories! You had even made up a few about Mitsuhide and what he could be up to when he would sneak out during the day. One day the two of you also placed bet to see whose conspiracy theory of Mitsuhide’s whereabouts was more accurate. The bet was on! The two of you trailed him all afternoon, watching him to figure out what his deal was. Unfortunately, the two of you couldn’t prove any of your theories correct, cause the sneaky snek could sense the two of you following him from a mile away and just lead you around in circles all day. After a while, the two of you lost interest and decided to visit a new teahouse for some tea and dumplings instead.

To your surprise you discovered Masa could actually cook. He insisted on giving you a cooking lesson to repay you for all the random little things you had taught him. He decided the easiest thing to teach you would be, bread. So, both of you started by making a sourdough starter and leaving it to proof while you drank some tea. Then you continued to make the bread dough. When it came to kneading the bread, you were so lost in thought that, when you threw the flour down to flour the workbench, you threw a bit too much a little too hard, and it went *poof* all over your face and body. Masa turned to see how you were coming along when he saw you covered in flour. Cue masa howling in laughter while teasing you about looking like a ghost. Oh, he thinks this is funny does he, let’s see how funny it is when he is covered in flour. You grabbed a handful of flour and playfully flung it at him. Within a few minutes, the kitchen was covered top to toe in flour. Hideyoshi went to the kitchen to get a drink of water at just the wrong moment cause just as the last of the flour was being thrown, it landed straight in his face. The two of you looked at each other for a moment in silence and then bust out laughing once more and started teasing Hideyoshi. Both of you had no regrets when, after a long scolding, you had to clean the kitchen.

The two of you had been besties for quite some time, and Masa was starting to get serious about you. He spent no time confessing his feelings for you. The both of you were a very affectionate, physical couple. You would run up to him when he would come back from the war and give him the tightest hug. He would pick you up, kiss you all over your face, and twirl you around in circles.

Good thing you dabbled in medicine cause after that very war, you discovered that Masa had gotten hurt. You carefully cleaned and redressed his shoulder wound. You were a little mad cause he just shrugged of his injury like it was no big deal. You were also feeling extra sensitive cause on that day, you had crazy mood swings. Everything was so overwhelming that u suddenly just burst out into tears. He felt a sharp pain in his chest from seeing his beloved kitten cry. He held you tight in his arms, whispering reassuring words in your ears. He even threw in a few dark jokes about the war, just to bring that smile back on his face. Darn, your dark sense of humor. And darn Masamune for having hilarious jokes. You couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. Gosh, you loved this big idiot, and his ability to put a big smile on your face even in the midst of one of your crying fits. This had become a kind of a tradition for whenever he would find you upset or mad.

You and Masa are two chilled peas in a pod. Just having fun, living in the moment, and not stressing about minor things you can’t control. And like I said before, you two are all over each other lol. Masa will have no shame in pulling you in for a quick make-out session right in the middle of the hallway. One-time, Ieyasu caught the two of you exchanging a quick kiss, and man, this boy, was as red as a tomato. You could have sworn he had never seen someone kiss before. Ieyasu dropped his books in shock and just turned around and walked away. Guess who teased the porcupine since that day! Your favorite is, after a long day to just come home and cuddle with Masa. He will just sit there with you in his arms and listen to you vent about everything and anything. The two of you can often be found snuggled up together under a fluffy blankie looking at the stars in the night sky.

Other potential matches……………Ieyasu

I hope you enjoyed! Also, it seems the more of these I write the longer they get ^o^

#ikesen masamune #masamune date #ikemen sengoku masamune #masamune matchup #matchups #ikesen matchup #submission

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franeridart · 5 years

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Are you done with drawing akane?

This might have been obvious with how little I’ve been posting lately, but actually I’m not done drawing anything. I just can’t manage finishing stuff, as of late. Very sorry about that m(._.)m

Anon said:I don’t wanna push you or pressure you in any way, because I don’t know how your personal life is going, but I have to ask: are you going to continue the Akane story? I kinda miss her, and her growing to love Kiri. (I’m a sucker for single parent and child slowly wanting the new member on their family)

I wouldn’t really call it a story, more like a concept I have doodled stuff for? But yeah I like the bean, as soon as I can manage getting out of this slump I might just go and doodle more of her~

Anon said:hECk I just found out you’re also into two other animes I like! But your art is great and keep it up!

I dunno which anime you’re referring to but !!!!!! nice to know you like them too !!!!!!!!!! and thank you so so much for the compliment! (oT^T)o

Anon said:Hello! I love you and your art!! Was also wondering if you’ve seen Bungo Stray Dogs?

Thank you!! And only the first season back when it aired~

Anon said:It’s funny, I used to be iffy on kamijirou but you and your art has put me completely on the kamijirou team it’s so cute and has a awkward tsundre/sweet dumbass duality that I love!!

Thank you!!! It’s so nice to know I can manage portraying the good in the ship enough to make people change their minds about them!!!!

Anon said:OH MY GOD those fucking smiles killed me, they are so beautiful!! So full of joy!! Agh my heart, thank you

Anon said:THOSE SMILEEEESSSSS!!!! SO BEAUTIFUL!!❤

THANK YOU!!!!!!

Anon said:Could you draw Mina running on a treadmill while connected to a heart monitor and Kaminari checking her vitals?

I’m currently not doing commissions nor taking requests so, no, but also… why?

Anon said:Something that could anger our sunshine boi??? Hmmmm *strokes imaginary beard* How about he protec his man?? Someone tries to hit on his grumpy boi and goes way too far,,,,,, to the point that Kiri must do what it takes to defend both their honor and relationship! A noble act,,,, and in character because Kiri is known to rush into action when Blasty is in trouble….. (this wasn’t really an ask, I just wanted to share that :))

Anon said:Someone suggested mega angry Kiri and you asked for what would prompt him and I thought blackmail towards Baku would make him pretty mad bc it’s unmanly and it would really hurt him to know that his (boy)friend was being manipulated. Idk maybe he finds out by the person asking him to help use some info against Baku bc he is so close to him but then he just snaps and realizes that THAT’S why he’s been off or really distant or something like that. Idk, sorry, it’s just a thought. Btw I❤️u & ur art

I see where you’re coming with both of those and I can’t say I don’t see Kiri getting angry in a situation of the like! But the original prompt was about Kiri being angry and Baku stopping him, and I really can’t say I see Baku stopping him in either situation ?? I’m pretty sure he’d fight alongside him, actually haha

#fran answers #sorry for the inactivity orz #i'm t r y i n g #life is just very hard lately #*sigh*#anonymous

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bri-rog-deak-fred · 5 years

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The Night Comes Down

@mirkwoodshewolf said to bri-rog-deak-fred:

Hi-hi! So I've been binging your series love it btw. And I can't wait for more. So I noticed you have requests open so I thought I might give you a prompt. How about reader is the 5th member of Queen, it's during their first tour and while she does like seeing new places, she can't help but feel homesick while on the road. She tries to put on a brave face but our guitarist sees right through her (she could've been with Smile b4 Fred joined) and he goes to talk to her. And since he's been in(love with her from the beginning, he tries to help her out as best as he can with comforting her. Even tells her that there is one thing from home that she'll always have which ends up being his way of confessing his love (cheesy and kinda stupid I know but call me cliche) and reader (who has loved Bri as well but never though he'd go for her) admits her feelings for him. Hope you can do this my darling, if not it's fine. Keep up the good work and can't wait for the next update of good company

Note: I loved this!! Thank you for the brilliant request! I hope I did it justice! I just love love confessions so badly ugh. Anyways, enjoy! There’s some smoking mentioned and swearing but eh, it was the 70’s!

The tour was fantastic. New cities and faces every night, loads of fans and crazy after parties. Wild wasn’t even close to explaining it for you. It was a dream, touring with your band, Queen. Even before Freddie had joined and taken over, it was just you, your friend Brian and his close friend Roger.

You had met Brian through auditioning for his band, Smile. One night while you were trudging back to your dorm room after studying all day, you noticed a paper stapled to the wall outside the dormitory door. It was a band audition slip, saying they had a good sound and wanted like-minded people to play some rock and roll for fun. You stopped and bit your lip, thinking about your guitar back in your dorm. You quickly yanked the paper off the wall and shoved it into your bag. Though Smile had a guitarist already it said, you thought maybe you had a chance. Music came easily to you, so maybe you could easily transfer to another instrument if need be.

The day came, and you were quite nervous, not knowing a thing about who would be there or about the band. You gathered your guitar case and your song book and made your way across campus to a building you hadn’t been to before, and found the room that auditions were being held in. A boy with shaggy blond hair stood outside the door of the empty conference room, holding a pair of drumsticks. You swallow hard, suddenly more nervous than before. You crack your knuckles, hearing a quiet laugh and a “Tsk” You look up and see the boy looking at you and your guitar case. “Nervous?” He asked, voice a little gruff but higher than you expected. His baby blue eyes were entrancing and you had to literally shake yourself out of staring.

“Oh… uh, a little.” You say sheepishly, readjusting your guitar case, clearing your throat.

“I heard he already has someone playing guitar.” He said, eyes looking to your case.

You shrug, feeling more anxious by the moment. “I sing too.”

The boy seemed satisfied with your answer before sticking out his hand, free of drum sticks. “I’m Roger. Roger Taylor.” He introduced himself with a wink and a devilish smile.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart lurch a little. “Y/N L/N.” you took his hand and shook it, before the door to the auditioning space opened. A kid with a wearable piano left with a rather upset face. A very tall boy with dark curly hair that you could tell was partially straightened, followed after him with a little clipboard. You watched as the piano boy left, huffing as he scuffled passed. You felt your mouth open a little, forgetting why you were there or who the beautiful boy with the wave brown hair was. He looked up and his hazel eyes found yours, before he looked to the boy known as Roger with the drum sticks.

“Roger… Meddows Taylor? You’re next.” He gave him a kind smile, before he looked to you. “You’re up after Roger.” He said politely, before both of them had gone into the room, closing the door. You let out a slow sigh and felt yourself sit against the wall, practicing some vocal warm ups, heart panging wildly in your chest.

You nailed the audition, of course. When you met Brian May, you felt nervous at first, unable to get over his charming crooked smile and how kind his voice was. After you introduced yourself and joked with him for a moment, you relaxed completely. He was a little worried, since you also played guitar and he was the original guitarist, but once you sang for him and told him you could also play some piano, he didn’t seem all too worried. He even had you harmonize with him, and found that your voices sounded great, almost ethereal together.

From then on, you, Brian, Tim, and Roger were the faces of the band Smile. After sometime, Tim left, leaving you all bass less and without a lead singer, which is when your friend Freddie had come along and upturned everything. You had also found John Deacon, a shy boy who was at least a year or two younger than you, playing a very funky bass, leading to the birth of Queen.

Now here you all were, a major success and touring across the country, heading to reaches of the world you never thought you’d be able to see. Thrilling, to say the least. But it was a long journey and you had longed for your quiet room and your own blankets and some alone time. You missed being able to take a break and sit back and breathe, but the tour was so fast pace, your feet could barely touch the ground.

It was late, the road seemed never ending. You couldn’t seem to sleep, feelings of home lingered in your mind and wouldn’t let you rest. You got up from the side couch you were trying to sleep on and began to pace quietly, mind over thinking. You rub your eyes and decide to grab your journal to write and doodle, hopefully getting your mind off of it all.

You sat and began to write your feelings out on the page, feeling your demeanor slip. Tears filled your eyes as you wrote “I just want to go home” on the page. You bury your head in your arms, being as quiet as you could so you didn’t wake the four sleeping boys who were mere feet away from you. You fell asleep at the table, tears drying to your cheeks.

You suddenly felt a hand touch your shoulder and you jumped, quickly slamming your notebook closed. You looked around, seeing that it was dawn and the sky outside the window was a light purple, graduating down to a warm tangerine orange as the sun began to make its presence known. You felt your back ache and you yawn, looking up to see who had woken you. You look up and see a very sleepy Brian, eyes droopy and hair a wild mess. The longer you all were on tour, the longer his hair got and the more curly it seemed to get as well. You thought that maybe it was where he hid all of his creativity.

“Y/n, what are you doing over here?” He asked, yawning. You look up to him and wipe your swollen eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep last night, thought maybe I would try to work on a few songs but I guess I fell asleep.” You let out a soft giggle. Brian smiled to you, noting your red rimmed eyes. Even now, half asleep and startled did he think you were beautiful as ever. “Why are you up so early?” You ask. “Road got bumpy and Roger was snoring too loud.” He shrugged and yawned himself. He sat down across from you at the table. “Excited for tonight?” He asked. You had forgotten that you were all still touring and playing your music for a moment. Your heart jolted at the idea of playing on stage, reminding you why you had begun all of this in the first place.

“Yeah, as always.” You answer honestly, but your voice sounded not so enthusiastic.

Brian bit his lip, hoping you were just tired. “You okay, love?” He asked. He could sense your uneasiness and hoped to pry an answer from you. He hated seeing you so melancholy. Lately, it seemed that’s all you ever were when you thought he wasn’t looking.

You meet his eyes and then you look back out of the window. “I’m fine, Bri. Sleeping on this bloody bus is going to be the death of me though.” You say, rolling your eyes. You didn’t want Brian to get worried about you for anything. Brian quirked an eyebrow and played with his white painted nails, seeing right through your lie. He didn’t want to pick an argument though. Not this early. “I know what you mean.” He let out a hollow sigh. “It’ll be over soon. I hope you’re having fun with us though. I know I’m really happy to have you along. We couldn’t have done this without you.” Brian admitted. “Sorry we haven’t been able to talk, just us.”

“We’re talking now, Bri. Besides, I’d much rather talk to you alone at my flat or at that book shop you like. Some place other than here. Right now, we’re ‘Working’. It’s hard to get a minute to yourself even.” You look to your note book, secretly wishing you were alone with Brian back at home, and not on a crowded, semi-over heated tour bus full of stinky boys and the occasional groupie or two.

You shake your head. “You’d all be fine without me here.” You chuckle and roll your eyes,

“Not true.” Brian shot you a glare and you stick your tongue out at him, before laughing quietly.

“SHUT UP YOU WANKS!” You hear Roger shout from under the blankets he was currently pulling over his head.

You snort a little, looking over your shoulder, watching John stir a little, his face contorted from Roger’s yelling. Freddie was still dead asleep, leg sticking out in the middle of the aisle. You watch as Brian gets up and stretches his arms above his head. “Since we have down time, I’m going to read that book you gave me. You know, you can always talk to me…about anything. Right?” Brian’s face was solemn but his eyes were kind and inviting. You almost wanted to break down and cry right then and there, but you smiled greatly instead. “I know, you dork.” Your cheeks find the peachy color of a blush and you look away, butterflies churning in your stomach from Brian’s friendly kindness. He ruffled your already messy hair as he stiffly walked back to where he had been sleeping. You look to your journal and feel the longing feeling pull at your chest.

For a moment, you look to where Brian was laying, watching him as he lazily turned the pages of a book you gave him right before you had left on tour. A warm sense of home came over you as you watched Brian and yet again, you felt sad. You wished it could be just you and Brian in that bed, talking nonsense for hours like you had at home.

Domestic, you thought and scoffed. Besides, you knew Brian only liked you as a friend and band mate. And he had a girlfriend, you only had to assume. How could he not? You shuffled back to your little bed area and laid down, pulling the blanket up to your nose and you watched the sunrise as the dull movements of the bus rocked you back to sleep.

The show that night was fantastic. Everyone was dazzling as always. You had even found a few peanuts in your hair from Deaky throwing them at you and Brian from across the stage. While the boys hung around back stage, talking to groupies and fans, you sighed and quickly got your own things packed up, feeling rather drained and exhausted.

You were in the middle of brushing out your hair inside your shared dressing room, when a knock came from the door. You turn and saw Roger with a girl in short blue jeans and a bikini top hanging around him. “Y/N, love. We’re heading out. Get your jacket on, let’s go.” He said, closing the door before you could even tell him no. You wished you could rub your eyes, but now that you were all covered in stage makeup, you couldn’t. You tossed your hair back, plastering a fake smile on your face and decided to go with them.

In the smoke filled room of some club Freddie had gathered everyone at, you sat, jacket still wrapped around your frame. God, how you wanted to be at home sleeping. You sat in a booth with all of your bandmates, watching as they all had their drinks and slowly got more and more drunk, laughing and smiling with each other. You sat quietly, nursing a beer.

You played with the rim of the bottle, resting your head back and closing your eyes, feeling your lip quiver.

“Fuck this.” You whisper and suddenly get up, feeling a tug to your hand. You shot a nasty look to whomever was touching you, before your gaze softened. Brian looked to you, confused and worried.

“Sorry, I thought you were some random person… I’m getting something stronger. Want anything?” You lie, wishing to shake him off so he would have fun.

“What? No, I’m good. Are you alright? Is something wrong?” He asked, getting ready to stand.

“Yeah, I’m great Bri!” You smile a little too hard. He noticed and began standing even more. You pushed his shoulder down, causing his tipsy self to sit back down. He furrowed his brow at you, but you ignored the look. “I’ll be right back! Promise!” You smiled to him, squeezing his hand before you let it go and walked towards the bar.

After you knew he wasn’t watching you, you made a b-line for the back door. You walked out into the alley way behind the bar, smelling foul garbage and vomit and maybe a splash of gasoline. You pull your jacket tight around you, thankful no one else was out there. Once the door fully closed, all you heard was the pulsing beat of whatever music was playing inside mixed with the sweet atmospheric silence of a chilly night.

Your hand shook as you dug around in your pocket, finding a box of cigarettes and your lighter, pulling the white fiend from the box and holding it with your teeth as you flicked the flame and inhaled until it was lit. You took a few puffs before you lost your composure, feeling your walls crumble to the ground as tears and absolute dread came from within.

You try to stay as quiet as possible, leaning back against the wall, hand covering your eyes as you cry and hit your cigarette. Suddenly the door you were standing next to opened and you jumped, almost dropping your cigarette. Brian had followed you to the back-alley and now here he was, watching you sob.

“Y/n?” He asked, rushing to your side. You knew you couldn’t lie now. “Oh, love. What happened? Did someone hurt you? Are you okay?” He asked, checking you over for any injuries or cuts before pulling you into his chest, hugging you tightly. You cried for what seemed like ages, unable to find the words in your throat.

“I’m just a little tired.” You say softly, voice breaking a little. You take a long drawn of your cigarette and extinguished it on the side of the building, before you out int back in your pocket.

“Y/N, I know you better than that.” Brian said, furrowing his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” He asked again, voice gentle. The silence of the world around you was enough to suffocate you.

“I’m just… I-I wanna go home. I want to go back home.” You began, feeling your breathing grow heavy as more tears flowed from your eyes. “I’m done with the tour… I can’t do this anymore, Brian I have to go home.” You say against the fabric of his shirt, face pressed to his chest. You felt bad for getting it wet with your tears.

“The tour will be over before you know it, and then we’ll be at home. I know how you’re feeling.” Brian tried to comfort you, his skilled fingers rubbing your back gently as you slowed your breathing.

“I sound so selfish.” You laugh a little. “This is our dream. My dream. Why do I hate it so much?” You hiss.

Brian let out a sigh, feeling sorry for you, wishing he could take away all that was troubling you. Minutes passed before you settled to a point where you couldn’t cry anymore but you still felt so lonesome and homesick.

“Think of it like this.” He began, standing you straight in front of him. His thumbs gently rubbed the tears and makeup running down your cheeks. “You are home. With me and Fred and Rog… Deaky. We’re doing what we normally do, right? Play music, goof around, talk nonsense. Just all in new places.” Brian smiled a little, causing you to do the same.

“I do like the change of scenery, sure. I just… I don’t know why I feel so anxious.” You shake your head.

Brian’s eyes look over your face again and again trying to take away all the hurt. “As long as you’re with me, you’re home, alright? You’ll always have one thing from home, no matter where you go and that’s me. I’ll always be here for you, sweetheart.”

You felt a rush of relief, not noticing how much Brian had actually cared for you. I could be anywhere in the world, millions of miles away from my flat, but as long as I’m with you, I feel at home, Y/N. You’re a great comfort to me and your company is truly the best I’ve had.” Brian began to blush and your hands shook. Maybe you were dreaming.

“Truth is… I fancy you, quite a lot actually. But you’re also my best friend. I wouldn’t want to be so forward as to say I love you, but Y/N, I love you. When I’m with you, I’m home.” Brian says, gaining all the courage of a lion, perhaps.

You felt your cheeks burn and your eyes tear up again. “Oh… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean… I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to upset you even more. A complete idiot I am.” Brian began to panic, seeing your tears again.

You chuckle, wiping the underneath of your eyes. “No Bri, shush.” You pull him into a hug again. You could feel his hesitation, so you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around your waist for him. You held him so tightly, closing your eyes. “I love you too, Brian May. So so much.” You say, fingers gripping his shirt. You sniffle and smile up to him.

“Oh god… You don’t have to say it because you feel bad or-“ He began before you tugged on his shirt collar, pulling him down until his lips crashed into yours. For years you had wondered what it would be like to kiss him, but never had you thought it would be as amazing as it was.

Even the Big Bang was small compared to the feeling of kissing Brian. You pull away after a few moments, cheeks burning bright. Your hand found Brian’s cheek, holding his face for a moment. “Thank you.” You whispered and hugged him greatly again. You felt him laugh under your head as he rested his face on the top of your hair.

“I’m always here for you, my love.” He said sweetly and held you tightly as the night fell down around you, feeling more at home than you had all tour long.

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Spider Man

Requested?: Nope uwu

Words: 8.5k

Group: Qing Chun You Ni

Member(s): Jia Yi (feat. Next Door Tarzan Group A)

A/N: Okay so I’ve had this in my wips since episode 3 came out and I didn’t expect it to be this long or take this long to write oof...anyway, I can’t seem to find any qcyn fics?? someone pls tag me in anything you see ty :’)) Btw this isn’t really based off the comics or movies, I just borrowed the Spider Man character lol. Also, apologies if this seemed rushed at the end!! I didn't’ really know how to end it lmao...Also idk how to title so uh the title is boring...okay I’ll let you read now lol

“You really think Guan Yue is cuter?” your friend gasps.

“What’s wrong with Guan Yue? He’s super cute,” you scoff.

“Of course he is, but everyone thinks Wenhan and Jia Yi are the cuter ones,” your friend shrugs, closing her locker.

“They’re alright. Too overrated in my opinion,” you shut your locker, looking at your friend.

“Speaking of the devils,” your friend subtly points behind her.

You peek over her shoulders and casually roll your eyes. They are the most popular group of guys at school. Wherever they went, you can always find at least five girls hanging around. You didn’t really understand why they were so popular besides for their looks. However, you can’t say for sure because you didn’t know them personally.

You didn’t really like that group though because a lot of the girls that hang around them are rude and obsessive, which isn’t the boys’ fault, but they didn’t do anything to stop them. They also broke hearts like their lives depended on it...that’s what you heard at least. Also, there have been a few rumors that Jia Yi got into a lot of fights since he would show up to school with bruises or cuts sometimes.

You sigh, turning away as they pass by. You caught Jia Yi’s eyes on you and he offers a soft smile. You give him a tight-lipped smile, before rolling your eyes to show your friend your annoyance. You’ve noticed that they liked to flirt around a little too. Ever since you entered the school, you’ve vowed to never fall for any of their charms.

“I seriously still thinks Jia Yi has a crush on you,” your friend whispers as she watches the group of pretty boys breezes past the hallway.

“Pfft...nice joke,” you laugh, “He probably doesn't even know I exist.”

“He literally just smiled at you and he sits next to you in class,” your friend deadpans.

“Smiling at me doesn’t mean he has a crush on me. Also, he doesn’t have to know who I am just because we sit together,” you shake your head, chuckling.

“He stares at you in class all the time. I sit behind both of you so I should know,” your friend points out.

“Nope, he’s probably staring at Jolin Tsai. She’s pretty and popular. Even I lowkey have a crush on her,” you start walking towards your classroom.

“Okay yeah, true. But I seriously don’t think he’s looking at her,” your friend pouts, chasing after you.

“Really? She has a crush on him though. I bet those two are dating in secret,” you scrunch your brows together.

“Whatever, just peek at him some time in class. If he looks away, then I’m right,” your friend huffs, opening the classroom door.

“What? That doesn’t prove anything,” you step in, “He’s probably just daydreaming or something.”

“Just watch,” your friend whispers to you as the two of you make your way to your seats.

Unfortunately and fortunately, you sit right in between Jia Yi and Jolin. Pulling out your chair, you slide into your seat, greeting Jolin who waves back to you. You turn around after without giving a glance at the boys who are crowding around Jiayi’s desk.

“Remember to peek over some time,” your friend quietly reminds you.

“Fine, but you owe me lunch,” you roll your eyes, turning back around.

---

“Jia Yi, it’s that girl you like,” Wenhan wiggles his eyebrows, prodding his best friend in the ribs, pointing at you standing by your locker with your friend just a few feet away.

“Ow! Don’t say that out loud,” Jia Yi groans, but quickly turns to smile at one of the girls that passed by.

“You should really go talk to her,” Guan Yue encourages, placing a gentle hand on Jia Yi’s tense shoulders.

“No way! Do you guys want me to embarrass myself or something? Plus, you guys know she doesn’t like us...especially me,” Jia Yi pouts, looking down sadly.

“I don’t think she’s like that. She just doesn’t know us, that’s all,” Chunyang shyly suggests.

“You never know,” Hanyu shrugs, “Why do you like her so much anyway? You guys haven’t ever talked.”

“Yeah, but I see her around all the time. She’s so helpful and caring and kind. Plus, she’s super cute,” Jia Yi hums dreamily, “I can’t help it. She’s literally perfect.”

The group of boys immediately quiet down as they passed by you and your friend. Jia Yi swallows harshly and tries to look away, but he can’t. You make eye contact with him and he shivers a little, offering a shy smile. That sarcastic smile on your face makes his heart drop and when they finally reach the classroom, Jia Yi sighs deeply, allowing his smile to fall into a frown.

“By the way, you really need to stop staring at her in class. I’m sure her friend who sits behind her in class notices,” Wenhan snorts.

“I-I don’t stare at her!” Jia Yi squeaks, his cheeks darkening.

“I sit in front of you and I notice it too,” Hanyu rolls his eyes, chuckling.

“Ugh, I definitely don't. I’m just...uh...looking out the window!” Jia Yi’s flustered mind doesn’t aid him in coming up with an excuse.

“Sure…” Guan Yue gives a teasing smile.

“Oh, here they come,” Chunyang points at the door sliding open.

Jia Yi’s head whips up and he spots your friend, seemingly frustratedly chatting, open the door. Then, you walk in. He can’t help but melt a little when he notices the relaxed and teasing expression on your face. It’s like you are literally glowing.

Jia Yi quickly looks down again, staring at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. He tries to keep his breath even as you and your friend get closer and closer. He takes a daring glance and sees you waving cutely at Jolin before turning back to face your friend. He notices that your friend’s eyes quickly darted over at them before whispering something to you.

“Don’t be too obvious, okay?” Wenhan chuckles, patting Jia Yi on the back, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Literally shut up,” Jia Yi huffs, playfully nudging Wenhan, causing all of them to laugh.

---

Class couldn’t have been more boring. Sighing, you doodle mini Spider Mans all over your notes. He’s been your favorite hero, or “celebrity” crush, ever since he started his career. You admire everything about him. He never hesitates to save someone, doesn’t mind putting himself in danger, and you’ve heard that he’s quite the charmer. You wish you can meet Spider Man in person at least once in your lifetime.

Suddenly, you feel something small hit your back and you snap out of your daydream. Turning around, you give your friend a harsh look. She simply shakes her head, ever so slightly pointing in Jia Yi’s direction. You rolled your eyes before facing forward again and turn to look at the boy.

You make eye contact with him and you see his cheeks turn pink before he quickly fixes his gaze on the teacher, pretending to write something on his paper. You turn back to look at your friend who was smiling smugly.

---

“I told you! He was totally looking at you. Did you see him blush?” your friend violently shakes you back and forth.

“I saw, I saw,” you groan, peeling her hands off of you, “I’m still not convinced though. You know, if I was caught staring at someone, I’d be embarrassed too.”

“Are you serious?” your friend shrieks, “You know what, never mind. We can talk about that later.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you chuckle.

“Anyway, I can’t walk home with you today. My mom just signed me up for another tutoring class and I couldn’t argue my way out this time,” she sighs, clinging on to you, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. One day isn’t going to hurt,” you laugh, hugging your friend back.

“I know, but this might happen a few times a month,” your friend pouts, “Walking without you is going to be so boring.”

“I know. Hopefully, you won’t have to be in that class for too long,” you shrug, the piercing bell making you jump.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow then!” your friend sadly waves before the two of you split ways, heading to your own classes.

---

It is lonely the say the least as you stroll down the streets by yourself. Despite not having your friend with you, you still decide to stop by the bakery as the two of you usually do. Stepping in, a small smile makes its way onto your face. The sweet smell of beautifully decorated cakes and adorable pastries fill your nose. Shuffling up to the cashier, you order your usual and head towards your usual seat.

Pulling out your books, you decide to get a headstart on your homework before you went home. Usually, you and your friend would procrastinate until it got dark outside. Your food arrives quickly and you set to work.

Blindly, you reach for your cup, still intensely reading your book. Finally grabbing the cup, you carefully bring it to your mouth, but nothing came out of it. Blinking a couple of times, you bookmark your book and set it down. You peek at the clock and nearly fell over. It is already six and you have to get home soon. Quickly packing your things, you leave a tip on the table and left the bakery.

The dark sky and bright lights calm you down a little. It feels nice walking out at night, although you were a little scared to be alone. You decide to get home quickly since it was starting to get cold and your thin school sweater did nothing to help with blocking out the wind.

Suddenly, you feel someone place a tight grip on your arm. You try to pull away, but you are too weak and you are yanked into the dark alleyway. You scream until the person places a heavy hand over your mouth.

“Give me your money or I’ll shoot,” a low, grumbling voice mumbles from behind you.

Your throat tightens when the thief lets you go and pulls out his gun. You hear a click, and you see the metal weapon gleaming under the moonlight. You shakily pick up your bag from the ground and file through it to find your wallet. Closing your eyes, you hand the thief your wallet, but he doesn’t take it. However, you did hear a loud thud and you open your eyes.

There he is, clad in his classic red and blue suit, tying up the thief. Your mouth drops open just as Spider Man knocks out the tied up thief. He dusts his gloved hands off and makes his way over to you. He towers over you, standing at nearly six feet tall.

“Hey, you alright? He didn’t hurt you hopefully,” Spider Man carefully checks you over for any injuries.

You meekly shake your head, “I’m fine.”

“What are you doing out so late by yourself?” he asks gently.

“I lost track of time today and my friend isn’t here to walk back with me,” you whisper, a little scared to look away.

“I’ll take you home. Where do you live?” he wraps a strong arm around your waist and you pray that he can’t see the rising blush on your cheeks and feel your heartbeat quickening against his own chest.

“Uh, I live on the fourth floor of that small apartment across from the candy shop,” you shyly offer.

“Okay, got it. Just hold on tight!” Spider Man holds you tighter against him.

“W-Wait! Wait, is this safe?” you blubber in fear, but also because you wish for him to hold you just a little longer.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to keep you safe. Please trust me,” the suited hero reassures.

“Okay...I trust you,” you slowly wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

As soon as you feel your feet lift off the ground, you close your eyes shut. You hear Spider Man’s soft giggle and you cling onto him tighter. The cool wind whips through your hair and you shiver a little.

“Hey, open your eyes. It’s really pretty at night,” Spider Man’s soothing voice brings you out of your anxious thoughts.

Slowly, you allow yourself to see again. Gasping, you enjoy the night breeze as you fly past the colorful lights and buzzing city. The dark evening sky above you is filled with glittering stars. The moon produces a soft light, bouncing off the cotton candy clouds. It is so calm and peaceful. Below you, however, is a city full of adrenaline and excitement. The multicolored lights, tall buildings, and bustling people brings the city to life.

You can’t help but let a small noise of surprise and pure joy slip out of your mouth. Before you knew it, Spider Man gently places you on your balcony as he balances on the railing.

“Is this your place?” he asks.

“Yup, thank you so much,” you smile softly.

“No problem. Stay safe, okay?” he salutes before leaping off the building.

You sigh dreamily as you watch your hero swing gracefully from building to building. You can’t wait to tell your friend about what happened. Begrudgingly, you unlock the double doors and slip into your room.

---

“Yeah right, there’s no way Spider Man has the time for that,” your friend crinkles her nose, “Doesn’t he have that other big project going on?”

“Why won’t you just believe me? He really did swing by and save me,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I think you were dreaming,” your friend giggles at the sight of you pouting so hard.

Jia Yi silently listens in from the side, shifting slightly in his seat every so often. A soft blush appears on his well-defined cheeks. His brows furrowed as he strains to hear your soft voice complementing your favorite hero.

His eyes glazed over with wonder, leaning slightly closer to hear you. He really wishes you are complimenting him, but just the sound of you sounding so happy and charmed makes him happy. He can’t help but allow the smallest smile on his face.

---

A small knock on your balcony door brings you out of your trance. Saving your essay, you shuffle, a little scared, towards the glass door. Drawing back your curtains, you gasp. Spider Man’s strong back is facing you, his red and blue suit stretching comfortably over his muscles. He hangs from a thin strand of web and you are surprised that it is able to handle his weight. You quickly open the door and the sound makes Spider Man turn around. He drops from his upside down position and gracefully lands on the balcony floor. Though you can’t see his face, you know he’s giving you the most beautiful smile ever.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you shyly ask, retreating back into your room, allowing the hero in.

“To check on you. You’re okay, right? You walked with your friend today?” concern laced his soothing voice.

“Yeah, she said she’d only be gone on Wednesdays and Thursdays. I’m okay, thanks for asking,” you smile, leaning back slightly on your desk.

You silently watched as he peeks around your room in awe. A smile dawns on your face and you giggle every time he lets out a small “woah” or “ooh”. He finishes touring your room and ends up in front and towering over you. You look up at him.

“Your room is cute,” he nods in approval.

“Glad you think so,” you laugh.

You stare up at his masked face and squint slightly to try and see if you could see at least his eyes. However, you find yourself mesmerized by just the shape of his face. You can tell his jawline is well-defined and his nose bridge makes a cute arch. He seems to be staring right back at you and you feel your cheeks heating up. Coughing slightly, you break out of your dream-like state and back away.

“Sorry, I’ll get going,” Spider Man sniffs awkwardly, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Thanks, really,” you shake your head, looking away.

“Okay, I’m gonna leave now,” he slowly backs towards the door, not even turning back.

“Okay,” you giggle, following him.

It seems like he doesn’t want to leave and you certainly don’t want him to go. However, you still have a lot of work to do and he probably has many more people he needs to save. You step out into the cool night breeze, holding your arms a little closer to your body for warmth. Spider Man reaches an arm out, displaying his shiny web-shooter.

“Goodbye,” you give him a small wave.

“See ya later,” Spider Man nods before shooting a web and jumping right off your balcony.

You lean over to see him fall. Just as he is about to hit the ground, he swings back up in the air and you watch as he swings away through the city.

---

Winter break is nearing and you’re getting a little antsy. Finals are coming up and you’re a wreck. With eyebags hanging down to your cheeks, you stumble your way to your seat and collapse in the chair. Your backpack slides off your slumped shoulders as you drop your head to your desk, cradling it with your arms.

“Y/n...you okay? You’ve never been this late before,” you hear your friend whisper from behind.

You raise your head and turn around, staring at her blankly, “I know, I just have...a lot to do.”

“Aww, I’m sorry I can’t help because of my dumb classes,” your friend sympathetically frowns, gently brushing your hair with her fingers.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault really,” you sigh, “I found some company on Wednesdays and Thursdays anyway.”

“What? Who?” your friend gasps, faking offense.

“You wouldn’t believe me,” you giggle.

“Tell me, tell me!” your friend eggs on.

“Fine,” you motion her to come closer, “Spider Man.”

“You need to stop obsessing over him,” your friend snorts, rolling her eyes.

“See, you didn’t believe me,” you pout.

“It’s kinda hard to believe,” your friend hums, challenging you.

“Fine, I’ll get a selfie with him today and send it to you,” you crinkle your nose before tiredly turning back to face the front.

You feel a pair of eyes watching you carefully and you slowly roll your head to face the boy sitting next to you. Jia Yi quickly looks away and you notice a light blush on his cheeks. You huff before turning back.

“Alright students, I know you guys are busy with finals,” your teacher strolls in, starting right away.

“I’m going to assign an easy partner project for your final so you guys won’t have to stress too much,” your teacher announces.

Everyone cheers unanimously until the teacher raises a hand and says, “But, I’m assigning your partners.” Then, there is a unanimous groan.

You take a quick peek back at your friend and the two of you share a disappointed look. The teacher quiets everyone before reaching for his glasses and a clipboard. He adjusts his glasses and takes a closer look at the clipboard before calling out names.

You are silently chanting that you would end up with your friend. You freeze as soon as you hear your name called.

“Y/n,” your teacher looks over at you and you stare right back, anticipating.

“Y/n, you’re with...Jia Yi,” the teacher nods at the two of you and you slide further down into your seat.

You look over at Jia Yi, mind blank. You just stare at the blond. It seems as if your brain had just malfunctioned. It’s not that you despise him, you just didn’t know him well and you know that with all the stress you have, you would end up just dumping it out on him. You didn’t want to do that to him.

Jia Yi bites down on his bottom lip when he hears his name called right after yours. He looks over at you and nearly fell off his chair. You’re staring at him so intensely, yet your eyes seem dead. His cheeks darken and he tries for a smile, but you just kept staring. His brows furrowed as he takes this chance to stare back at you.

He can practically see you fighting yourself through your eyes and he frowns. He overheard your conversation with your friend earlier and begins to worry about you. He quietly scoots closer to you before offering a hand.

“We got this,” he quietly whispers, trying his best to sound as confident as possible.

You weakly grab his hand and shake it. He nearly melts at the touch of your warm fingers and he glances towards Wenhan for a second before looking back at you. Your hand slips out of his and drops to the table and Jia Yi already misses the warmth.

“I’m sorry in advance,” you whisper.

“What do you mean?” Jia Yi’s eyes never left your face.

“It’s been pretty stressful for me recently so sorry if I ever take it out on you,” you shake yourself awake.

“Oh, it’s alright. I understand,” Jia Yi smiles brightly.

You offer a tight-lipped smile before turning away and resting your chin on one hand, not noticing Jia Yi’s smile dropping behind you.

---

“Hey, ready to go?” a familiar voice calls out to you.

“Spider Man! There you are,” you giggle, tightening your grip on your backpack.

“Yup, sorry I couldn’t wait at my usual spot. I, uh...lost track of time,” Spider Man explains, beginning to walk.

“It’s okay, we all have those days. I was late to class for once,” you groan, walking beside him.

“Aww, you must’ve been really tired, huh,” you can practically hear his frown as he loops a strong arm around your waist, “Hold on tight.”

You do as you’re told and the two of you whip into the afternoon sky. You have gotten used to the cool breeze as you fly across the city and you learned to enjoy the feeling of being so high up. You smile a little to yourself as you inhale the fresh air.

Finally, the two of you land back on your balcony. Spider Man would always leave right after he drops you off at home, then coming back later at night to check up on you.

Just as he is about to leap off the balcony, your hand darts for his wrist, preventing him from leaving. He turns to look back at you and cutely cocks his head to the side. You shyly retract your hand and look down.

“Sorry, I just remembered something,” you sniff.

“Oh, what is it?” he asks, leaning towards you.

“If it’s not too much trouble, would you take a selfie with me? I promised a friend since she wouldn’t believe that you take me home when she’s gone,” you laugh, a little embarrassed.

“Of course~” he laughs enthusiastically.

He slides behind you as you open the camera app and fix your hair that had been messed up by the wind. You fee; his arms snake around you, pulling you closer to him and you bite your lower lip, holding up your phone. You smile widely and you can tell he is too. Both of you hold up a peace sign and you snap a couple of pictures.

“Thank you so much,” you put your phone away.

Spider Man still had his arm around you, slowly pulling away from the semi-back hug. You are sure you are as red as a tomato, but you turn to face him anyway. He seems a little startled that you had turned around and drops his arm, to your disappointment.

“Gotta go,” he hums, seeming somewhat dazed, “Mr. Stark is calling.”

“Bye,” you softly tell him, waving slightly.

He takes one last look at you before diving into the busy city down below.

You sigh as you stare at the busy streets below you. The bright sun leaves a soft, golden glow on the buildings and people. Though it is cold, you want to enjoy the setting sun for just a little longer. A sudden ping brings you out of your daydream and you pull out your phone again.

It is Jia Yi. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers earlier so that you can contact each other for the project. You read the text and quickly change out of your uniform and into some cozier, warmer clothes before grabbing your backpack and heading for the library.

Luckily, you live quite close to the library so you only had to brave the cold for at most five minutes. You look around a little before spotting the tall boy. His bright blond hair seems so bright amongst the dull, gray environment of the quiet library.

“Hey, sorry. I almost forgot,” you apologize to Jia Yi as soon as you get to the table he was at.

He turned around, a little startled, “Oh, it’s okay. I just got here.”

“Should we start?” you pull out a chair and sit next to Jia Yi.

“Yeah…we should brainstorm some ideas first,” the blond nods in agreement.

After that, the two of you settle into awkward silence. You shift uncomfortably in your seat a few times, trying to think of ideas. However, you can’t seem to think of anything besides the tension looming over you and your partner. From the corner of your eye, you can also see that Jia Yi struggling.

“Why don’t we go somewhere else,” you speak up, “and get comfortable with each other before we start. I can tell neither of us is able to focus.”

“O-oh, good idea,” Jia Yi stands up. He begins walking out of the library after you got up as well.

“Do you want to go to that candy shop near your--” Jia Yi stutters, “Uh, near here?”

You give him a skeptical look before shrugging, “Sure, let’s go.”

The candy shop is only a few steps away and you are thankful since the sun had already been cut into half by the city landscape. The sky fades from a bright maroon to gorgeous deep indigo. You can see the tiny white stars beginning to appear.

The sweet smell of pure sugar gives you a jolt of energy and you peek around the pink shop. You’ve been in here quite a few times since you live right across, but the atmosphere always draws you back in. A smile makes its way onto your face and you head straight for your favorite candies.

Picking out a few, you turn back to pay and nearly crash into someone’s chest. You stumble back, apologizing. Your cheeks darken when you realize that you just nearly crashed into Jia Yi.

“I’m so sorry...should’ve looked,” you mumble, clutching your candies closer to you as if protecting them.

The tall blond simply chuckles, “It’s okay. Anything you recommend?”

“Oh, well I definitely recommend these,” you hold out your hands to reveal the three candies you had just picked out, “these are my favorite.”

“I’ll get some of those too,” Jia Yi gives you a warm smile before easily reaching over you to grab some candies as well.

You blush slightly at the close proximity and let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding when he leans away. You can still smell a light waft of his fresh scent after he backed up. He gives you his classic cheesy smile and you return it with a small smile of your own.

Both of you awkwardly shuffle over to the front to pay for the candies. You cheerfully greet the employee by the cash register and place your candies on the counter. Jia Yi slides his candies next to yours and pulls out his wallet. The employee types a few things into the register and asks for four dollars. You stop him and pull out your own wallet.

“Hey, no need to pay for me,” you pout, pulling out a five dollar bill, “It’s your first time here, right? I’ll pay.”

“No way, I won’t let you pay. It’s only five dollars anyway,” Jia Yi copies the pout of your face, shoving the five dollar bill into the employee’s face without even looking.

The employee quickly snatches the money from Jia Yi’s finger, a nervous expression on his face as you and Jia Yi have a stare off. After returning the change, the employee dashes off and disappears behind the staff door. You begrudgingly stuff your wallet back into your backpack and take your candy, your eyes never leaving Jia Yi’s. You narrow your eyes a little as he stores his wallet and takes his candy off the counter as well. He gives you a smile and the two of you break eye contact before heading to one of the small tables the shop had.

You and Jia Yi sit across from each other. You unwrap one of the candies and pop it into your mouth, moving it from one cheek to another, savoring the flavor. Jia Yi watches you carefully before imitating you, his face brightening as soon as he put the candy in his mouth. You giggle at the sight.

“Wow, this one tastes so good,” Jia Yi looks at you with sparkling eyes.

“I know, right? That one is my favorite flavor,” you chuckle at his childlike amazement.

The two of you spend a few moments enjoying the candies before Jia Yi speaks up again. He plays with the crinkly wrappers as he speaks.

“So, what do you like to do?” he asks, blinking innocently at you.

“Hmm, not much,” you shrug, contemplating on the answer.

“Oh come on, I see you and your friend in the book club sometimes,” Jia Yi shyly admits, “I was just passing by.”

“Well, I do love reading,” you smile, “What about you? I heard you’re on the football team or something.”

“Me? On the football team? Now that’s a good joke,” Jia Yi snorts, giving you a look of disbelief.

“What? Really? I thought all popular guys play football or something,” you hum, a little embarrassed that you had just assumed something that isn’t true.

“Nope, it’s just a stereotype,” he chuckles at your dumbfounded expression, “Wenhan does like playing football though.”

“Huh...there must be a lot of things I have wrong about you guys then,” you ponder, resting your chin in a hooked finger.

“Maybe. I can tell you what’s wrong and what’s right if you list them out,” Jia Yi suggests, “We can get to know each other that way.”

“Okay, sounds good to me. Can I start? I have a lot,” you look up at him sheepishly.

“Go ahead,” he laughs.

Time flies past as the two of you exchange stories and share laughter. You have to admit that you misjudged them and so you apologized to Jia Yi, the guilt escaping you after. After calming down from your hundredth fit of laughter, you take a peek at the clock and then back at Jia Yi.

“Hey, I think we should head home now,” you sigh, shoving your phone into your pocket.

“Good idea. It’s getting late,” Jia Yi stands up, holding out a hand.

You take his hand and he pulls you up. He pulls a little too hard and you stumble right into his chest. Both of you are too afraid to move for a moment and so you stood in his embrace for a minute or two before awkwardly pulling away. Cheeks red, you apologize to Jia Yi as he does the same.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you make your way home. Jia Yi had offered to walk you home even though you live right across. He had insisted and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little weak when he pulled out his puppy dog face.

“Alright, this is me,” you shyly tell him, rocking back and forth, hands behind your back.

“Goodnight, y/n. See you tomorrow,” Jia Yi smiles.

You expect him to leave, but as you open the door to your apartment complex, the tall blond is still standing there, smiling. He notices you’re watching him and he waves. You wave back before quickly closing the door and heading upstairs. You let out a sigh of relief when you make it safely back into your room. Opening the glass doors, you step out into the balcony, enjoying the night breeze. You look down and nearly fall off when you see that Jia Yi is still down there. He notices you up there and gives you a thumbs up before running off.

You find yourself blushing at his gentlemanly actions, making sure you got back safe. You can’t help but smile a little. You had definitely misunderstood him before and you regret not getting to know him earlier. You hadn’t realized that he was so sweet and funny and he is an exemplary company.

Shaking your head, you get rid of the thought of Jia Yi. You remind yourself that you would never fall for his or his friends’ charms. Looking out at the brightly lit city, you wonder where Spider Man is. Perhaps he doesn’t have time to visit you today. You wait out a little longer before you head back in.

---

“Oh. My. Gosh,” your friend nearly knocks the both of you over as she rams into you.

“Ack! You’re gonna knock us both over,” you whine, trying to steady the both of you.

“Sorry, sorry,” she halfheartedly apologizes, “But that selfie with Spider Man though!”

“Shhhh! Keep it down, will you,” you hiss.

“This is so exciting! Are you sure you didn’t photoshop that?” your friend asks, suddenly a little skeptical.

“I promise I didn’t photoshop that,” you huff, jutting out your bottom lip.

“Okay, I believe you. You have to let me meet him one day though,” your friend winks.

Rolling your eyes, you chuckle at her teasing tone but agree to her request. The two of you make your way into the classroom and as usual, Jia Yi and his friends are already inside. Usually, you would ignore them, but you decided to wave to Jia Yi.

Jia Yi notices you and waves back enthusiastically, his smile widening. You giggle a little before settling down in your seat and greeting Jolin as well. Your friend sits down behind you and you turn so that you’re facing her. Her expression is priceless, jaw on the floor, eyes bulging.

“What?” you laugh.

“Did you just wave and smile at Jia Yi?” your friend gasps.

“Yeah, I did,” you shrug.

“Since when did you two become friends?” she asks, eyes darting between you and Jia Yi who is back to chatting animatedly with his friends.

“Yesterday. I really misjudged them,” you sigh sadly, “Jia Yi’s really nice actually.”

“Are you serious? You literally like hated him just two days ago,” your friend says.

“Okay, I never hated him...that’s a strong word. Plus, I said I misjudged him. Jia Yi’s really sweet,” you shake your head.

“Well spill the tea!” your friend shakes you violently.

“Ah, fine!” you groan, shoving her hands off, “I’ll tell you later though. Jia Yi and his friends are literally right there.”

“Oh~ Are you shy?” your friend teases, winking at you.

“I’m not, oh my gosh. It’s embarrassing though,” you facepalm.

“I think you have a crush~” your friend sings, making you groan.

“Fine, I won’t tell you then,” you huff, crossing your arms, slowly turning to face the front.

You feel her hand grip your shoulder and you turn back to face her, smirking, “What?”

“Sorry, tell me later,” she squints her eyes, “threatening” you. Giggling, you turn to face forward again.

Next to you, Jia Yi watches you carefully while chatting with his friends. Although your conversation was quiet, Jia Yi heard his name come up a couple of times and every time you said his name, he felt his heart skip a beat. The way you had said it so endearingly made him gush.

“Did she really just wave at you?” Wenhan’s gasps, poking at Jia Yi to catch his attention.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Jia Yi nods, his eyes still on you.

“Since when did that happen?” Guan Yue tugs at Jia Yi’s arm, causing him to look away from you.

“Yesterday. We met up for the project, but it was too awkward so we went to the candy shop to talk instead,” Jia Yi sighs dreamily, recounting the memories of yesterday.

“Eyy, I told you she likes you,” Wenhan laughs, winking.

Jia Yi simply rolls his eyes, chuckling along, “She doesn’t.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Hanyu smirks, “She definitely likes you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up! We’re just friends...I just got on her good side yesterday,” Jia Yi pouts.

“You’ll see, you’ll see,” Wenhan chuckles before leading Chunyang away back to their seats just as the teacher walks in.

---

Over the next month, you and Jia Yi become close. You even begin talking to a few of his friends and getting to know them. You find yourself enjoying their company, especially Jia Yi’s. He even invited you over when he dyed his hair to a deep chocolate-brown color. You had anticipated seeing his other friends that day, but you did not. It was only you and Jia Yi and to say that you enjoyed those few hours with him would be an understatement. You didn’t want to, but you had to confess to yourself that you now have a huge crush on Jia Yi.

Finally, the school year comes to a quick end and you wave goodbye to your friend as she dashes off to the car waiting in front of the school so she can rush to the airport. Unfortunately, she will not be there for break and you begin to feel a little lonely as you wave goodbye to her.

Shivering, you begin to make your way back home, trudging along with your backpack weighing you down. You spot Spider Man in his bright red and blue suit at his usual spot and your face lights up. You quickly jog over to him.

“Hey, Spider Man,” you smile.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while,” Spider Man chuckles.

“That’s true...almost for a whole month,” you frown, “Busy saving people, huh?”

He hesitates a little, “Yeah...lots of people.”

“It’s alright, I’ve been pretty busy with studying too. Plus, there was that big final project I told you about and my partner and I have just been hanging out a lot after,” you paused, “To work on the project of course…”

“Oh, who is your partner?” Spider Man asks, suddenly seeming even more interested in the conversation.

“Uh, you probably don’t know him,” you shyly chuckle. You didn’t want to expose your crush on your schoolmate by sounding too dreamy when describing him. You didn’t even really want to admit that you have a crush on Jia Yi.

“Aww, tell me the name at least?” Spider Man begs and you can tell he’s giving you puppy dog eyes underneath his mask.

You hesitate, “J-Jia Yi…”

“Hmm...I’ve heard that name before,” Spider Man cheekily replies before scooping you into his strong arms and whisking the both of you away back to your apartment.

“Oh, you have?” you nervously ask as the two of you land on your balcony.

You unlock the doors and step in, inviting Spider Man in as well. He happily strolls in and takes a seat by your desk. You shuffle over to your bed and flop down, rolling onto your stomach. You use your arms to support your head so that you can face Spider Man.

“Yup,” Spider Man chuckles, “I know him pretty well actually.”

“That’s cool! He’s never told me that he knows you,” you hum.

“I guess he wants to keep it a secret,” there is an undetectable emotion in Spider Man’s voice. It almost sounds like he wants to tell you something, but chose not to.

“So...do you have Christmas off? Is Mr. Stark giving you a day off at least?” you ask, changing the subject.

“Well, it’s my duty to protect the city so Mr. Stark said he’d officially give me a week off but encourages that I try my best to help out that week,” he chuckles, “I don’t think Mr. Stark really wants me to do anything though since I cause him a lot of trouble.”

“Aww, I’m sure he doesn’t think you cause him trouble,” you hum, “You’re the best help there is.”

Spider Man chuckles shyly, “Thanks, but I really do cause him trouble sometimes. I appreciate the week off though.”

“You should come by to visit during your week off then!” you happily suggest, hoping he will accept the offer.

“I’ll definitely stop by,” you can see his attempt to wink through the mask, “But if you’re hoping I’d come without a suit, then you’re wrong. I can’t leak my identity.”

You let out a small, playful whine, “Aww, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone. I pinky promise.”

He giggles and lazily ruffles your hair a little, “Sorry, no can do. As much as I trust you, I can’t disobey such an important order from Mr. Stark.”

“Even as much as you trust me?” you slowly lean in closer, lowering the tone of your voice.

“Y-yeah…”Spider Man stutters, but he doesn’t lean away.

You stare up at him, eyes darting back and forth between each eye-hole of the mask. Your shaky hand steadily moves up to his face as you slowly move closer towards Spider Man. You gulp quietly as you find the edge of his mask and carefully begin tugging it upwards, revealing his sharp jaw and pouty lips.

You’re sure he can feel your breath down his neck, as he gives you a nervous smile. You recognize that smile...you could recognize it anywhere. You let out a small gasp and his smile falters before he takes a step back and harshly pulls his mask back down. You feel a blush growing on your cheeks. You think you know who it is and you’re pretty sure it’s him.

Spider Man frantically trips around until he makes it out, onto your balcony. He gracefully hops on the railing as you nervously shuffle towards him.

“A-ah...uh...I have to go now. Bye,” he waves before leaping off the railings and into the cityscape.

You sigh, leaning on the railings where Spiderman had just jumped off of. You watch carefully as your suited hero swings from building to building, his silhouette getting smaller and darker.

As the first week of break pass by and Spider Man has not visited. You’re worried that you had scared him off and now he won’t ever come back. But, as promised, Spider Man pays you a visit on Christmas day.

You glance at the clock and groan at the time. It’s already two in the morning. Your parents are out partying while you decided to stay home. Suddenly, a soft knock shakes you out of your thoughts and you bounce off your bed and rush to the double doors.

“Spider Man! You came-” you cut yourself off as he collapses into your arms.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. Wait, I need to sit,” he groans, trying to stand up.

You carefully help him to your chair and he slides out of your arms and drops heavily in the chair. You frantically look him over before rushing to the bathroom to get a first aid kit out. Luckily, there seems to not be any major injuries on his body. However, his whole mask is stained dark red by blood, whether it was his or someone else’s, you didn’t know.

“Hey, stay with me, okay?” you tell him softly, opening the kit, “Are there any injuries that are hiding under that suit?”

“N-no...it’s mainly my face,” he winces with each word.

“Okay, I need you to take off your mask,” you try to stop the shaking in your voice.

“I c-can’t,” he groans.

“This is serious! I can’t just let you bleed out here,” you cry out, “Why didn’t you just go back to Mr. Stark?”

“I wanted to s-see you…” he takes a deep breath, “In case anything happened.”

Your eyes soften, “Spider Man...you don’t have to worry about me. I should be the one worrying instead and I do worry a lot about you. Now take off that mask and let me help you.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before Spider Man cautiously pulls off his mask. The wait is painfully slow as he tries to avoid irritating the cuts and bruises as he peels the mask off. You patiently wait, damp, cold cloth in hand. Your eyes widen as the mask lifts above his nose. Your suspicions were right. It is him.

“J-Jia Yi…” his name tumbling out of your mouth.

He looks at you shyly, attempting a smile, “Hope you’re not disappointed.”

The sight of him all bloody and bruised makes you tear up. You shake your head, trying to contain your tears as you carefully begin to clean the dark blood off his face. He reaches for your free hand and you let him hold it. You wince every time he winces.

“I’m far from disappointed,” you mumble after a small period of comfortable silence, still carefully cleaning his face.

“Really?” you can see the hopefulness sparkle in his eyes.

You nod shyly, dropping the cloth. You reach up and gently brush his hair away so that you can get a full view of his face. You frown at all the cuts and bruises he has. His lips are a little swollen, a huge cut decorating it. His eyes are slightly puffy and teary and his nose is painted black and blue with bruises.

You finish patching him up and offer him a clean set of your father’s clothes. You let him take a shower and after he’s done, the two of you sit on the ground, leaning against your bed. You sit in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. A sudden surge of confidence surges through you and you open your mouth to speak.

“Y-you know, I’m glad you’re Spider Man. I would’ve been disappointed if it were anyone else,” you confess.

“Really?” his head whips to face you. His eyes search yours and you look away shyly. Both of you shift so that you’re facing each other.

“I…” you contemplate for a second, “I really like you.”

You look down, flushing, afraid of Jia Yi’s reaction. You feel his fingers tickling your cheek as he softly tucks a strand of stray hair behind your ear. You look up at him through your lashes and feel your face get even warmer. He has the widest (well as wide as his cut would allow him to smile), most charming, most dazzling smile on his face.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he chuckles, pulling you closer.

Your eyes immediately flutter shut as he cradles your head and pulls you closer to him. Your lips collide with his and you can feel his shallow breath fanning your face. You lean into the kiss, but he pulls away, wincing. You gasp and frantically ghost your thumb over his lip.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot about your cut,” you rest your hand on his cheek, nearly crying.

He simply laughs, “It’s okay, I forgot too.”

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“More than okay,” he smiles, gently pulling your hand off his face and lacing his fingers between yours.

He leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. You stare into his soft eyes and he stares back. A small, shy smile makes its way onto your face.

---

“I can’t believe you’re dating Jia Yi now! You two are literally the most obvious, yet unexpected couple honestly,” your friend rants.

You simply chuckle but look past her. Your eyes settle onto your tall boyfriend who is animatedly chatting with his friends. He seems to notice a pair of eyes on him and looks up. He shoots you a wink, causing you to blush, before going back to chat with his group.

“So, any juicy secrets to spill?” your friend giggles, nudging you, bringing you out of your daydream.

“Secrets?” you give her a teasing smile, “Oh, a whole lot.”

You smile at her before making your way to the classroom, leaving your friend flustered and curious. She chases after you, asking question after question. You laugh to yourself. There are definitely times where you want to show off your boyfriend. He has saved so many lives and you’re proud of him. However, you couldn’t have wished for anything better, even if you have to keep your boyfriend’s superhero identity a secret.

AHHH I COULDN’T FIND ANY GIFS WITH HIM IN THE SPIDER MAN SUIT :((

~Admin Liz ♡

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