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rumisgf · 4 months ago

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❝ SPECIAL ❞ ╰┈➤ DENKI KAMINARI X BLACK!READER

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: you and denki have been friends since you were young, and he always held you close. but he’s denki– he likes giving attention to other girls. so, you never thought he look at you than more than a friend. until one day, you can’t hold in your feelings anymore. (this is also like my first time writing a full length fic in a minute wow)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: black!reader ofc, flashback/timeskips, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, they’re in their third year at UA, cursing, jirou is reader’s best friend in high school, reader has a tendency to self sabotage, self deprecation, jealousy, insecurities, reader listening to songs from ctrl, preteen/teen angst, fluff, impulsive confession, wingman!jirou, reader calls kaminari ‘kam’ for short

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ word count: 4.6k

“kam! kam!”

you boisterously shout your friends name from across the backyard. the little boy jumps off the monkey bars, running over to you with a tooth gapped smile.

you became friends with the boy pretty much the first day of school. he had fallen off the swings after trying to impress his friends, and you had heard somebody yelp in pain. unlike of all his clueless friends who didn’t know what to do, you had ran away from your own friends you were playing with to help the boy out. after all, your parents always taught you to save people– so that’s what you did. you ended up conveniently tripping all falling next to him, face to face with his glossy eyed face and quivering lips. one of his friends nervously said what happened and you look at his knee.

frantically, you called over a teacher. “help! he hurt!” you called out. your homeroom teacher helped him up, and you following the two of them to the classroom inside.

“t-thank you…” he muttered, embarrassed a girl had to see him like this. he gets sat on a chair and you sit next him, the both of you silent for awhile as you wait for the teacher to find a bandaid. you examine his injuries, looking at the scrape on his knee and the smaller one on his hand. hesitantly, you grab his hand. “…does it hurt?” you shyly ask. he hesitates himself, then slowly shrugs “a little…”

his body freezes when you bring your lips to his hand and give it a quick, small kiss. his eyes widen as his head shoots up at you, and your eyes widen in response. “d-did that help?” he forces a laugh, trying to seem as smooth as his dad seems to be with his mom. “y-yeah! thank you!” he smiles, and your face feels as hot as ever.

the same smile is on his face as he runs over to you, beckoning to your call of his name.

“here!” you shove your 3ds into his hand, showing him a black screen. he curiously presses the power button and is met with the charger symbol blinking with a small red line at the start of the battery-shaped figure. “my 3ds dead again…” you say with a frown.

instantly, he beams up. “no fear, charge boy is here!” he holds his hand out, and you stare for a second. a weird feeling begins to brew up in your tummy and your face feels warm, but you grab it. excitedly, he runs into his house. you reach his living room and he searches through the couch, his small figure climbing onto the cushions. “aha!” he shouts, holding up a charger. you maneuver to sit next to him on the couch, him helping you up. the boy grabs your gaming device and sticks the plug in his mouth like a lollipop. you kick your feet in excitement, waiting for him to put on his greatest magic trick. he places the other end of the charger into the 3ds, and you both wait. then,

‘3%’

“WOAHHHH!” the both scream in unison. you clap your hands together and giggle, the boy blushing in response. a smile is plastered across his face as you praise him. “thas so cool!” you coo. he rubs the back of his neck “oh, it’s nothin!” he replies, handing you back the device. you open the game you were just playing: nintendo cats and dogs. “wait lemme see your dog!” he exclaims.

eagerly, he grabs the controller so you both have it in your hands. you giggle once again, going over to the digital dog you own. “sit!” you shout into the screen. the dog tilts their head, and you groan. “…sit!” kaminari chimes in, shouting at a louder volume. again, the dog whines and tilts its head. you both look at each other in annoyance, then shove the 3ds closer to your faces.

“SIT!” you both shout.

the in-game dog sits, and you squeal in satisfaction, looking back at your friend. he giggles, looking back at you. “our dog now!”

this was a pattern in your friendship. you shared basically everything: games, toys, snacks, damn near houses— you were over his all the time. not that he cared, though. in fact, he encouraged it. your parents loved him so they would let it slide, they even became friends with his parents. you both became inseparable within weeks of first meeting each other in school, so regardless there was no way of separating the two of you.

even if they tried, neither of you would let them.

“y/n!”

eighth grade wasn’t your favorite for many reasons. one of those reasons happened to involved your best friend since tooth fairies: denki kaminari. it’s no doubt he was popular, at least to some degree. he hung out with a lot of popular kids, and even worse, he was one of those boys where every girl had a crush on him at some point…. you included. except your crush festered before middle school— and it still hasn’t gone away. you hated that it never went away. not because you hated him, it was because you felt the exact opposite of that.

it was different from when you were kids. before, it could be written off as simple puppy love. there was no doubt, anxiety, or fear that came with being all giddy around him. but now, you were both older, and you both became two different types of people. it’s not like people didn’t like you, of course. you had your few share of friends and ultimately preferred to stay to yourself, while he otherwise wanted to entertain the whole world. and you never knew how he did it. he made everyone laugh, and brought smiles out of the gloomiest of people. despite all this, he still called you his best friend. he would convince your parents to let you go to arcades or movie theater hangouts with him, and you still would have the same sleepovers you did when you were little. but, he was popular– popular with girls. girls would ask you about him all the time, and you wanted to rip the hair straight out of your scalp. the worst part was always that you had no excuse to feel this way because he’s supposed to be your best friend. you’re supposed to be happy for him, right? does that make you a bad friend? what is this feeling?

you turn your head from your desk, and see the brace faced, bright haired charmer himself walk up to your desk. you fake a smile, wanting to seem cheery despite your anxious thoughts. “hey, kam.”

he smiles at the nickname, leaning against your desk.

“i have a secret.” he says cheekily. you raise your eyebrow, becoming slightly intrigued. “tell me!”

you always find yourself perking up at his voice. it scares you. naturally, people are afraid of the unexplainable. but weirdly, what scares you more is facing a definite reason of why you feel this way. you see it in movies and shows that denki himself has begged you to watch. they were entertaining, yes, but you related in a way you hated. it always made you question your real life. and you hated that more, having to find an explanation for feelings you can’t even describe with real life words. even with all this, you could never hate listening to him talk. your heart jumps at the way he smiles, showing off his teal rubber bands that decorate the brackets of his braces, and his soft lips, that he definitely overdoes the chapstick with, never disappearing even though he always smiles so big. and not to mention, you just love hearing him say your name and tell you all the things he’s excited about, like–

“i just gave hayami a valentine, isn’t that cool?”

your heart sinks, and your mood is instantly ruined.

“i got a bunch of valentines but she was all giddy when i told her i got her one. she’s the only person i gave one too besides you, i think she likes me or something.”

you glance at the faux flower and bag of chocolates he gave you that you sat next your bookbag on your desk and look back at him.

“you should go for it, she’s pretty cute.” you reply. the way you perfectly execute that same line every time he tells you something like this, you’ve convinced yourself you should be an actor.

this exchange snaps you back into the reality you refuse to face: he doesn’t see you like that. you’re his best friend, of course he tells you about girls and waits for your advice each time because– in his words: ‘you’re like, the most truth worthy sources ever!’ so this is basically your friendly duty. you always help him out, even if the payment is another tear stained page in your diary that you would run to the nearest bridge to jump off of if he even knew of it. your head races as he continues to barge with his newest love situation.

“i might, i don’t know! you know popular chicks are kinda boring sometimes man.” he chuckles, slightly rolling his eyes as he slings his bookbag off his shoulder and on his desk that’s next to yours.

you agree, the both of you laughing. your fake laugh harmonizes with his geniune one as class is about to start, the teacher finally walking in. he eventually occupies himself with his many other friends, and you slouch in your chair. again, the valentine on your desk in your peripheral distracts you from listening to anything the teacher is saying. it almost loses it’s meaning— it doesn’t feel special. to him, it’s just another valentine his mom probably gave him the money to buy. you don’t feel special. and you feel stupid for letting yourself think you ever could be. every girl in school was miles prettier than you, you never stood a chance. you stick your earbuds in your ear, ignoring the bitter taste of jealousy stuck in the back of your throat. you hated this. you hated this feelings, you hated all these people, you hated school, you hated valentine’s day, and you hated love. it’s so easy for everybody else but you.

‘now playing- normal girl by SZA’

you wished you were a popular girl.

“literally just tell him!”

you roll your eyes at your best friend, setting your food back down on your lunch tray to look her dead in the eyes.

“kyouka, i’m telling you i would rather shit in my hands and clap.”

she scoffs, shaking her head and looking back at you.

“first off- gross. second off, i can tell you guys are made for each other because you’re both stupid as fuck and delusional. it’s so obvious he likes you back, do you not see how he acts around you? you both flirt so much people literally come up to you guys and ask if you guys are a couple.”

jirou’s right. with the close friendship you and denki have, some people already assume you guys have something going on. but, there’s no way in hell you would risk ruining your friendships over feelings that you’ve forced yourself to shove down your throat long enough. not now, not in your third and last year of high school. you refuse to ruin anything you have going on and you’ve already made it this far. you’d rather not know how he feels than to know that you’re right, and he’d never even think of being more than friends.

“okay, but he flirts with everybody, i mean nothing to h-”

she immediately cuts you off. “y/n l/n you’ve literally sat in his lap before in the common room during move night!”

you sigh, looking down at your lunch tray. there’s no way of getting out of this with her. and deep down, you know her argument makes sense.

“if i tell him, will you shut the fuck up?”

she sarcastically nods, going back to enjoying her own food. as the day goes on, her words linger in your head. obvious? if it was really that obvious, you wouldn’t feel like this. you would’ve just told him that you liked him years ago and you would be this romantic love-story couple who’s been together since they still had baby teeth. you’d give each other paper rings and candy hearts. instead, you play video games together and you cry in his arms about dudes playing with your feelings, even though you wish you could just have him.

later at your own dorm, you find yourself laying in your bed restless. your music playlist has been on shuffle in your earphones for hours now. you look down,

‘now playing- supermodel by SZA’

you sigh, turning over to lay on your side. you’ve been finding every excuse to still not tell denki anything, but this feeling in your chest is eating you alive. every laugh and brush of arm made it so much worse. even with people like jirou or uraraka-people who you’re friends with, you always find yourself analyzing every girl denki flirts with. you’re nothing like them. you can’t help but still carry the same insecurities you’ve had since you were young. every memory of denki giving attention to girls so much prettier than you runs through your mind, and you become more doubtful as the minutes pass. you were no model, and you weren’t even sure if you were denki’s type. hell, you don’t even know if you’re in his league. even if you told him how you felt, you wouldn’t be able to not think about how he likely could do better than you. it’s not like he doesn’t lift you up— which he does, often. he’s a great friend and he’s always been respectful. but, that’s all he is: your best friend. he doesn’t see you in that way, and you don’t think he could. you’re not some super hot girl he’d text you about, you’re the girl who he texts when he sees some hot chick he wants. you’re the one who listens to him rant about someone he flirted with.

you grabbed your phone and opened your texts. conveniently, he was high up enough to where there was no need to scroll. momentarily pausing, you contemplate all the ways this could go wrong. every sentence he could possibly use to reject you goes through head at once, and every way you could be humiliated by him and his friends sends waves of anxiety through your body. this is a bad idea. you shouldn’t do this. you take the deepest breath of your life, as if you had been deprive of oxygen for days.

….fuck it.

2:15 am

‘i like you’

you send the text, immediately turning your phone off and throwing it on the bed. safe to say, you barely were able to go to sleep.

the next morning, you wake up and go about your usual morning routine. you find every mean to distract yourself until you walk into the classroom, immediately going over to your desk. as usual, jirou starts a conversation with you and you both laugh about nonsense. then,

“hey jirou! hey y/n!” denki walks into the classroom, joyous as ever. your heart drops to the pit of your stomach and you feel a shock flow through your chest, instantly feeling your heart begin to thump. you wave as jirou greets denki with her typical snide remark. he knows you think to yourself. you already prepare yourself for all the embarrassment. but, he comes over to you and hugs you- as normal, slinging his arms over your shoulders. you hesitantly hug back, trying to hide that fuzzy, warm feeling in your stomach. he then does the same to jirou, and your shoulders begin to drop. secretly, you study his every move as you look for signs of him being ready to bring it up. he behaves as he normally does, bothering jirou to no end as everyone waits for class to begin. suddenly, you shoot up as your ears pick up your name.

“we seriously have a test this week? y/n we gotta lock in later, jirou never tells me this stuff!”

you gulp, not even turning your head to respond. “i got you, don’t worry.” you say, forcing a laugh. in your peripheral, you see jirou smirk at you and you get the urge to strangle her at this very moment.

thankfully, aizawa started his morning lesson so you uncharacteristically payed close attention. you continue this concentration until class is over. denki would tap you on the shoulder for the occasional comedic commentary whispered in your ear or question about the assignment that mr. aizawa literally just said. you conversed normally, pretending your heart wasn’t racing rapidly. but, everything seemed completely normal. the day went on and he didn’t mention a word about the text, and weirdly, you were perfectly okay with this. this is exactly what you wanted– for neither of you to mention it and pretend it was never even said. when classes were over, you headed to your dorm and plopped onto your bed. you sat with your phone in hand as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone while listening to your playlist. the day went smoothly despite your anxiety and everything was okay. you look down at your phone,

multiple notification slide down on your phone screen.

‘fuck i’m sorry’

‘istg i’m just now seeing this’

‘i’m coming to your dorm’

instantly, you grow nauseous. your head begins to spin and you bury your face in your hands. you almost got away with it. you almost had nothing to worry about and no emotions to actually confront head on.

before you can even collect yourself, you hear a knock at the door.

“y/n?”

you don’t wanna answer the door, truthfully. but, you grudgingly open your mouth “come in.” you turn down your music, still loud enough to where you can still hear.

in walks kaminari, slowly closing the door and leaning against the wall. he’s playing with his fingers, breathing slightly heavy as if he sprinted to your dorm. the redness of his face is apparent enough for you to notice after a few seconds as you look at him, waiting for him to speak. you can barely focus on the music playing from your phone. he comes and sits in front of you on your bed. he takes a deep breath, then sighs slowly.

“how… long have you felt like this?”

now it’s your turn to practice breathing, since you’ve completely forgotten how. you shrug, despite knowing exactly when. even though you texted him first, you’re so embarrassed that you’re barely able to look at him.

“since we met…. and it never went away. even when you were some popular boy who decided to be friends with me, even though you had all these girls all over you. i know we were young, but i guess i just wanted you to myself. i really liked you, and you were different.”

he pauses “…since we were kids?”

“i know— i know it’s fucking stupid, and i’m sorry if i’m making everything feel weird now. it’s just whenever i look at you i get all nervous and it started building up and jirou told me to stop hiding it and-”

“y/n, i’ve liked you since i was 10.”

your whole entire body pauses. the worlds seems to stop and your whole entire body flushes. if you were at all close to vomiting before, that feeling definitely was worse now. every moment that jirou pointed out to you that you chose to ignore starts racing in your head, it was really that obvious? it was that easy? how long have i not noticed? did i just lose my mind worrying about all this for nothing? wait… is he just saying this because he feels bad? is this even real? is this some type of dare?

you’re barely able to comprehend the words that just came out of his mouth. “…what?”

“i…. didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. i didn’t want you to think i was one of those dudes who become close with girls just to try to get with them, but… i couldn’t help it. there’s just so much to like about you even though i never thought you’d even look at a guy like me…. is this why you’ve been acting kinda off?”

you shrug again. “yeah, kinda… but it’s not your fault.”

he swallows, then continues to speak. “i’m so sorry... i’m an idiot. if i even kind of knew how you felt, i wouldn’t have even looked at another girl. i never wanna make you feel like that, and i don’t wanna make you jealous.”

you laugh. it’s almost funny to you. “well i never thought you’d look in the direction of somebody like me.”

his face drops, now becoming more serious. “…what do you mean?”

“i mean, i don’t know. it’s just that every girl i see you with is just…”

you fight back the lump in your throat. not because said he actually has feelings for you– you genuinely don’t believe it.

“they’re pretty. and i always… get it. i get why you’d want that instead of… this. instead of, y’know, me. you’re probably out of my league– my quirk isn’t all that flashy, i’m not this drop dead gorgeous model type, i’m not super musically talented or academically gifted, and i’m just not all that special. so, i don’t know… i just didn’t think you saw me like that.”

he holds your hands, looking at you as you continue looking down. his heart breaks at your words, wanting to punch himself for not telling you how he felt sooner. he hates that he didn’t tell you, and he hates that you think about yourself in this way. all he wants to do is show you how beautiful you are.

“baby, no, no no- you’re wrong, so wrong.” he almost seems frantic. your heart jumps at the nickname, even though this isn’t the first time you’ve heard it from his mouth. but before, you were sure it was strictly platonic affection….this is different. he rubs his thumb across your hand, causing you to soften up a bit. it pains him to realize that you feel like this– and he’s mad that it’s because of him. even though he didn’t do anything wrong, he wishes so badly you could see yourself how he sees you.

“you…” kaminari pauses. “…you’re perfect. more than perfect. don’t compare yourself to these other girls, they don’t mean anything to me. i know i mess around but it’s only ‘cause…i don’t want you to think i’m some loser.” he takes a deep breath,

“i care about what you think of me.. so much. it drives me crazy. i just didn’t think i had a chance with you, so i was too scared to actually try. but you’re everything i want- i like every single thing about you and i always have. you’re funny, you’re smart, pretty, talented, kind…. you’re everything i dream of. fuck- i dream of you all of time. you’re beautiful to me…okay? so please, don’t say that about yourself.”

you find yourself completely dumbfounded. the boy you’ve been yearning for since you were a kid just called you perfect. your heart is beating a million miles per second and you’re 70% sure you could pass out right now. you try to find the words– something as charming or meaningful to say, but your tongue is almost stuck to the back of your teeth. your head finally tilts up at him, and you’re met with the most loving, concerned eyes you’ve seen.

you finally manage to open your mouth “…really?”

his chest loosens as he lets out a small laugh that comes out as an exhale, breathing out all the fear he had building up inside him. “yes…really.”

you laugh in response, in the same exact manner. he continues to caress the top of your hand and you both begin to smile. your eyes catch his soft lips, and his pretty smile. you become enamored with the sight of him, and can’t help but glue your eyes to his eyes, then back down to his lips— that really do look so soft. you look down again,

“…can i kiss you, kam?”

your voice is small and unsure. he lights up, shoulders straightening up with his posture.

his heart swells at the nickname that you finally called him again after him not hearing it for weeks now. “…o-of course.” he tries to say it with a laugh, hiding his excitement.

he grabs the side of your face and you lean closer, both of you slowly closing your eyes. then, butterflies burst in your stomach as your lips connect. his movements are slow and careful, only pressing his lips against yours and slightly pulling back. but to his surprise, you lean back first without hesitation, locking your lips with his. his other hand slowly moves to your waist and he presses up more against you, deepening the kiss. the movements between the two of you become more frantic, chasing a feeling both of you have deprived yourselves of for way too long. your mind matches the taste of his lips– they’re sweet. not sweet as if he just ate something sugary, it’s more of a natural taste. his lips are warm and comforting, capturing your lips with perfect clarity. he pulls away for a split second, his half lidded eyes looking into your irises. “….you are so fuckin’ beautiful…so beautiful.” he breathes out. before you can respond, he captures your lips back with his, further trapping you in his trance.

he pulls you on his lap and leans back, his back resting on the wall behind your headboard. his hands fully cups the side of your face, pulling you even closer to him if even possible by now. his movements are so sure, and they’re thought out. he pays attention to every squirm and grab to match his movements with yours. kissing him becomes like a slow dance; he moves his lips against yours in a soothing rhythm, washing away any parasitic doubt in your head. you hum against his lips, and you can feel him smile into the kiss. he continues to pull you closer as he eagerly chases the natural warmth of your body against his. it sends him into a fever– the cure being the taste of you.

you both eventually pull away again, catching your breath. you’re then pulled into a hug that you gladly reciprocate. you can hear and feel every breath he takes, his body melding with yours. his heartbeat is like music to your ears, calming you and making you feel safe in his arms. his nose rests on your shoulder as he takes in your scent, becoming more obsessed with it than he already was. in his head, he thanks his lucky stars for being able to have you in his life. he wouldn’t want anybody else.

“thank you for telling me…”

you smile into the crook of his neck, holding him tighter. “thank you for liking me back.”

he smiles wider as he holds you. you both stay like this for awhile, him rubbing soothing circles on your back as you massage his blonde, soft locks with your fingers. if it was at all possible, he would stay like this forever. no one would be able to pry him off your soft skin and the warmth of you. this- this is what he dreams of.

he finally just gets to hold you. and he’s finally yours.

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yuquinzel · 2 years ago

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[ 8:37 pm ] — miya atsumu.

the clock reads 8:37 pm, exactly 14 seconds to 38 and atsumu is painfully aware of each long, dragging and excruciatingly endless second because it's been exactly 4 hours, 19 minutes and 12 seconds since you left on him read.

he's currently laid on his bed, in his dimly lit room where the only source of illumination is the faint fluorescent glow of his mobile screen.

he's frowning, brows furrowed at the dull ‘seen 4hrs ago’ in anticipation because at any second now he'll see the ‘typing...’ indication and he doesn't wanna be late to reply.

atsumu is a fast and an energetic texter. he sends you at least 14 cat videos with the “ur the third one” message immediately after each. or he sends you those ‘ask your friend which hour of the day you are’ followed by a “you. blue hour” hopefully awaiting your reply because he needs to know if you think he's the golden hour or not.

y/n 🛐: you're definitely the golden hour then lol

the better twin: damn. didn't expect that.

he actually did. hoped for it in fact. he thinks about it for the next week.

you're not the type to leave people on seen for more than 5 minutes. at least not him. you reply as quick as you can with the same energy as him and have a habit of liking his rather funny texts from time to time.

so he's more confused than upset right now, thinking of all possible reasons you could've read his messages but were unable to reply. he hasn't seen you since last friday when you told him about a week long road trip with your family. his frown only deepens when the clock hits 8:40 and there's no sign of a reply from you.

he's beginning to type a quick “are u good?” when his screen flashes with a call. your contact name. the phone rings in atsumu's hand but his fingers are frozen.

you're calling him.

you don't like phone calls.

atsumu clears his throat because he doesn't want you to hear him squeal with excitement, but he's giggling and kicking his feet, running a hand over his heart and rubbing his eyes to make sure it really is you. he lets the phone ring for a mere seconds before picking it up, “oh hey” he hopes it's as casual as he thinks.

the moment he hears you speak from the other side, atsumu knows he has lost, “ATSUMU! I'm so sorry for leaving you on read. i was in the car and battery fucking died before i could reply and i lost my charger!” you're chasing after your own words, each cut by the next one.

“oh, nah that's fine. so ya found yer charger?” he groans internally at his words, but truthfully he doesn't know what to say.

of course you didn't willingly leave him on read. of course you're calling him now because you don't want him to think otherwise. of course your words are rushed, you've always been that way.

“oh, right yeah. i got home and charged it as soon as I could” you laugh with a newfound sense of relief.

atsumu blinks, “yer home already? weren'tcha coming this sunday??” he asks.

“ohh, no, we decided to come back earlier”

and the voice call ends, leaving you confused.

it's 9:29 pm and there's a knocking at your door, hastened and impatient, the way you know someone always knocks.

“’tsumu? wait, why are you here at this hour?” you ask, wide eyes set on the setter in front of you panting like he ran a marathon.

“ya said you were back and ya must be tired so i gotcha ice cream—” he breathes out, gesturing to the bag in his hand, “—gee, coulda told me you were comin’ back today, when'd ya get here anyway? how was the trip? did ya take pictures?—”

“atsumu” you say softly, and he pauses, “breathe ”

atsumu lives about 45 minutes away, 15 if he takes the car but as he's panting right now, you know he's ran all the way here. and if he stopped by the convenience store down the street and still get here in time, you're sure he needs at least a minute to breathe.

he smiles one of his boyish, princely smiles, “also got that movie ya wanted ta watch”

“i thought you'd have watched it already?”

“wanted ta watch it with you” he's giggling with excitement you know he's trying to hide.

“okay” you laugh, grabbing his hand to pull him inside.

“okay” he repeats.

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lesbianpepsi · 1 year ago

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Fuck it I love you | part III

pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: when paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or maybe even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam

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words: 1.642k

warnings: bad writing

authors note: a short one but next chap will be much longer :)

You let out a shaky sigh as you grab yet another tissue soaking in the tears rolling down your cheeks at an alarming rate.

Your heart feels as if it was cracking at the borderline cruel words that were said; the word 'why?' in your mind the entire time.

A ring from your phone distracted you from your heart momentarily, sniffling as you grabbed it and answered the phone.

"Hey Y/n, did I leave my watch on the coffee table?" Melanie asks you in a rushed voice as your eyes glanced over the coffee table to see the watch that Melanie owns.

"Yeah it's here." You croak out in a broken voice making Melanie's eyes widen dramatically.

"Y/n? What's wrong? I'll leave this party right now if you need me." She says seriously in a more hushed tone.

You shake your head as a watery chuckle escapes your lips. "No, no it's fine, stay." You insisted as your eyes glanced at the TV screen.

"Why're you crying?" Melanie asks you worriedly, fearing the absolute worst possible thing has happened to you.

And it has. The fucking worst thing.

"I just finished Fleabag again." You inform her as more tears started swarming in instantly at the mention of the show.

Melanie groans loudly. "Fucking hell, Y/n, I thought something actually happened!"

"Something has happened, Melanie. He told her 'it'll pass' that it'll fucking pass!" You sob again as you grab more tissues, your heart cracking even more at the still raw memory.

"You've watched that show so many times how the fuck does the ending still make you cry?" She asks you with a laugh now clearly finding your heart break hilarious.

"She said 'I love you' and he said 'it'll pass.' before saying he loves her too! How could I not cry?" You defended not finding your heartbreak over a TV show humour.

She laughs again. "You and your shows. Chads coming over with shots, I'm off. Toodles."

"Toodles." You sniffle making her let out another laugh before hanging up the call.

You glance at your phone and roll your eyes at the low battery. Typical.

Yeah, it's a Saturday night and here you are, alone in your apartment finishing Fleabag and experiencing the heartbreak that hurts just as much as it did the first time.

Some might say depressing, you say it's the way to live.

With an exaggerated sigh you turn the TV off with the small remote before standing up, heading towards your bedroom to charge your phone.

You reach your desk where the plug is at but frown when you don't see that your charger isn't plugged in.

Where else can it be-

Fuck sakes you forgot it Tara's apartment.

Groaning you grab your phone which only has 3% and shoot the girl a quick message.

Me (20:47pm): hey tar, is it cool if i come over quickly? i forgot my charger there 🙄🙄

Tara🙃 (20:52pm): yeah ofc but-

Before you can see the rest of the text message your phone shuts off to a completely blank screen.

With an annoyed huff you stuff your phone into the pocket of your joggers and go to look for your shoes near the front of the apartment.

At least you saw the permission text you think as you shove your feet into your dirty, broken trainers that you refuse to throw out since shoes are so expensive.

The walk to Carpenter's apartment is only twenty minutes and since the sun hasn't fully set outside you decide a walk won't do any harm.

You're a bit annoyed that you can't listen to any music on the walk so you decide to do the second best thing, think about Sam.

She's just so gorgeous and so sweet with her friends and Tara, how could anyone not constantly think about her?

You've seen Sam a handful of times since the gym, all of them being at their apartment as you and Tara worked on your project.

Tara and you have actually gotten through most of the project so unfortunately you only need to head over there around three more times till the two of you have completed the project.

You can't help but feel relieved to be able to actually finish a project in time before the due date, but there's also a deep pit of disappointment lingering in you too.

What if you never see Sam again after it? There'll be no excuses to come over there anymore unless Tara would invite you over.

Wow, that quickly spiralled into just not happy Sam thoughts.

Thankfully you stop yourself from thinking the worst case scenarios as you've arrived at the apartment complex.

Like routine you head up the stupidly long stairs since the elevator is still broken and after what feels like an eternity you reach their floor.

Knocking on the door three times you patiently wait for Tara to come open the door for you but to your joy it's Sam, looking as annoyed as ever; your heart swoons at the sight.

"What." She grumbled as her eyes travel you up and down, furrowing her brows at your shirt. "What the fuck is your shirt?" She questions before you even get a chance to answer her first question.

You look down at your shirt and giggle not remembering what shirt you're wearing. It's a yellow shirt with a pineapple in the middle wearing a pink thong, under it is the simple word 'Slut'. A shirt you got after your third re-watch of Brooklyn Nine Nine.

"It's from a show, you don't like it? It's actually really soft." You tell her with a smile instinctively feeling your waist to feel the soft texture. "Seriously, for around fifteen dollars and free packing this was a bargain."

Sam hums as she stares at your shirt questioningly before raising her eyes to meet with yours. "And you decided to wear a shirt saying 'slut' in public?"

You nod your head proudly. "Why wouldn't I?"

"People will clearly judge you. Stare." Sam answers speedily as if she already knew what she was going to say.

You shrug your shoulders, a weak laugh escaping your lips. "People who are complete strangers? People who I'll never see again?" You say with a soft smile. "People will always judge, it's our instinct to judge whatever we come across. But you can't let that control your life and stop you from being you; stop that from letting you wear what you want or even like what you like. At the end of the day they're people who I'll never see again."

Sam doesn't say anything for a moment as if she's digesting your words, her eyes never leaving yours for a second. You don't say anything as you gaze back into Sam's cold eyes lovingly.

She leans against the doorframe as she runs a hand through her hair. "Why're you here, Y/n? Tara's not even in."

Your eyes widen as you mentally groan, that was probably the rest of the text message she sent but you couldn't see.

"Shit I'm sorry I didn't know. I sent Tar a message asking if I can come over to get my charger but when she texted back I only saw part of the message of her saying I can come over before my phone died."

Sam sighs as she nods her head weakly stepping back into her apartment as she walks over to her couch, you take this as her letting you to which you do ever so gracefully, shutting the door behind you.

Your eyes avert to Sam's figure sitting on the couch as her back faces you with the TV playing on a low volume, one of your favourite movies playing on the screen.

"I love Little Miss Sunshine." You express with a smile walking towards Sam, resting your hands on top of the couch as you stare at the screen. "It absolutely changed my life, and the first movie I actually loved. Like fully loved."

"It's okay." Sam says with a small smile on her lips as she watches the movie from below you. "I hated it in the beginning but I guess it's sorta growing on me."

"There's a thin line between love and hate." You express your attention only focused on the movie playing on the screen.

Sam tilts her head up as she gazes at your side profile. "I wouldn't say I love it but I definitely like it."

You chuckle at her words, your eyes lighting up in the reflection of the movie that Sam couldn't help but focus on.

"It's growing, right? Give it time and you'll love it like there's no tomorrow." Sam hums very swallowing her eyes and focuses no longer on the movie.

"Did you love it right from the start?" She asks you. Finally you look away from the screen to look into her eyes, a gentle smile grazing your lips.

"Pretty much. You'll love it soon too, I bet you will." You tell her, thinking you're still talking about the movie.

But Sam isn't, Sam isn't thinking of the movie at all.

"But I still don't like some parts of it or even understand it, how're you so sure I'll love it?" Sam tries again, blinking slowly.

You shrug your shoulders before moving around the couch to sit next to her, your thighs touching as you smile at her.

"Give it a chance, this is your first time watching it right?" Sam nods her head. "Then give it a chance, you might surprise yourself and actually really like it in the end."

"Go on a date with me." Sam abruptly asks, barely giving you time to finish your sentence. Her eyes gazed into yours as a small smile nervously appeared on her lips.

Holy fucking shit.

#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x fem!reader #sam carpenter fluff #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n #my fanficiton #my writing #melissa barrera x reader #scream six #fluff

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justcallmecj · 6 months ago

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Seeing Your Dragon Form: The Rest of Them

Well, here's the last of the students. This will be a short chapter with only Cater, Ortho and Silver since they're the only ones that didn't fit into a previous category. After this, I think I'm gonna write a staff chapter and finally end this series. Enjoy~

Cater

Someone needs to take this mans phone away. Before he runs out of storage.

He literally screamed when he finally saw you.

Not from fear. Not from panic. No. From pure cuteness overload.

He rushed over to you, honestly stunning you for a short while, and pulled out his phone.

When you finally processed what just happened, he easily had around twenty pictures taken of you and a folder specifically for those pictures already made.

It's not like you particularity minded. After being friends with Cater for so long, you got used to the picture taking.

He's honestly really astonished.

Cater's always seen you as this amazing being that he admires. He doesn't quite understand it himself, but something about you just makes him want to be near you.

So, that's what he does. He sticks close around.

After Cater gets through the initial photo high, he chills out.

He's usually a pretty high energy person, but he doesn't know how you'd react to that in dragon form. He doesn't want to accidentally cross a line.

So, he sits down next to you and pats the forest floor next to him, signaling for you to come join him.

He couldn't resist snapping a picture when he saw how cute you looked with your head peacefully resting next to him.

He almost audibly gasped when he saw your ear twitch form the sound of the camera click.

"I'll make sure you get to see the pictures later!! But, for now, let''s just sit here." He whipped around to face you while his face lit up. "OMG!! You won't believe the funny videos I found today. Let's watch them!!!"

Ortho

This kid is the epitome of excited little brother.

The mist does nothing against him, so he's immediately on top of you.

You're pretty sure you can hear him activate like six different scanning and data collecting systems.

You expected that.

Within only a minute, Ortho had collected tons of data about how the transformation happens, how your body systems physically change, and quite a bit about how you change mentally (which isn't a lot).

After that, he just became extremely giddy and excited.

He asked dozens of questions, speaking too quick to realize you couldn't and wouldn't answer him.

He poked and prodded a few scales until he realized that was rude and apologizing.

Eventually, when he was sure he gathered everything, he settled down.

He just sat and watched. When he noticed you looking at him with confusion, he gave and answer.

"Oh, I expended a lot of energy today and my battery is in the 40s. Plus, my brothers unfortunately not at the dorm right now, so I'll have to wait for him to properly hook me up to my charger. For now, I'll save energy by shutting off a few systems."

Excepting that answer, you resting your head near Ortho, getting close enough that he could pet your head, which he did once he understood your intentions.

"You kind of remind me of the cats in the videos my brother watches late at night." Ortho was recording that whole time and showed the video to Idia later that night when he was charging.

Silver

You couldn't tell if he was chill or just didn't have the energy to show what he was feeling in the moment.

Regardless, he stood in place until he felt you were relaxed and comfortable.

When that time came, he calmly approached you until he was at the end of your snout.

He reached out a hand and gently placed it on the bridge of your nose.

He didn't move his hand, just left it there. It was actually a really nice feeling.

Unlike Sebek, who had never seen Malleus's dragon form which left him in shock after seeing yours, Silver has actually seen Malleus in that state. Of course, it was when he was a young child, but that doesn't mean much.

Considering that Lilia had raised both Silver and practically Malleus, Malleus was one of the first people Lilia had introduced Silver to.

As a child, he was weary of Malleus. So, Malleus had revealed his dragon form to the young child in hopes of him getting more comfortable around him. And it worked.

Because of these childhood experiences, Silver wasn't frightened, wasn't weary, wasn't out of his element. He knew exactly what to do.

Which is why he didn't move when he placed his hand on your snout, finding it best to stay calm and still, knowing how heightened your senses may be.

And it was appreciated. Silver was the last of your friends to do this. You found it easier to take it one by one for stress reasons. The others all had so different and versatile reactions, all fitting of their personalities.

Those that were more silent were quick and analytical. Those that were loud were all over, a lot to handle at once. Others were stiff and weary, which took more thought and patience from you.

Silver, however, was pure calm and still indifference. He wasn't excited or studying you. He wasn't asking questions or keeping a distance nor coming unnecessarily close.

He was just there. His eyes were tired and slow, his muscles loose and drowsy. He was tired, but made sure you knew he was there.

Silver said nothing. Eventually, his feet got tired and he sat, soon falling asleep. When he woke up, you were there, human again, and watching him with an appreciative smile. A smile he returned.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ice dragon!reader #justcallmecj fics #justcallmecj headcanons

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wearentdelulu · 15 days ago

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Into you~ Chapter Six

Junghyun turns towards Kook. “What?”

Kook drops his bag at the front of the door and walks back towards the boys. This was the only way he could get to Anya, and he never felt more desperate.

“You’re Anya’s brother?” Jungkook asked with a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“Yeah why? Do you know her?”

Kook let out a sigh of relief, finally there was hope, and it was right here in front of him. He couldn’t mess this up. This could be the only way he could explain himself.

“Yes I know her it’s a long story but can you please-

“Jungkook honey you made it!”

He turns to see his mom and dad opening the door with warm smiles. As much as he loves his parents he really wanted them to fuck off right now. He was this close to finally getting some process with Anya and he couldn’t let it slip away.

“Aiden I need you to tell Anya something for me please.” Fuck. He hated how needy he sounded but he didn’t have much of a choice.

“How do you know his sister?” Junghyun asks.

“Aiden can I use your phone please?” Kook ignores Junghyun’s comment, silently begging Aiden to agree to let him used his phone to get in contact with Anya. If he had to get on his knees for this he would.

Aiden looks at Kook with a confused expression. He didn’t understand what was going on but nevertheless he pulls out his phone for Kook to use. “Okay here.”

Kook takes the phone with trembling hands. This was his only chance and he couldn’t let anyone or anything get in his way. “Junghyun tell mom and dad I needed to make a call real quick.”

Junghyun nodded understanding that Kook was being serious about this. Him and Aiden walk towards the front door attempting to distract his parents. As Kook stood there for a moment he realized he didn’t even know what to say. Obviously he needs to apologize but there’s more he wants to say. He scrolls through phone searching for Anya’s number. Once he finds it, it takes a moment to calm himself down. Okay Kook you can do this, just do it right now…..He hovers his thumb over her contact. He needed to do this. No excuses. With that he clicks her name and puts the phone to his ear, the sound of ringing makes his heart race.

“What?”

He could hear the stuffiness in her voice and it kills him to know she’s been crying because of him. He wanted to ramble about how much he likes her and that nothing she heard from him was true and that he would never do anything to hurt her, but he knew he was short on time. She could hang up at any moment so he needed to say everything all at once.

“Aiden I’m not in the mood for your stupid pranks.” Anya says annoyed. She shouldn’t have answered the phone. She just wanted to be alone.

“It’s me.”

Her eyes shot open, she sits up from the bed. Is her brain making her hallucinate Kook? Is this her karma for being too hopeful in the past? It had to be. There’s no way Kook knew her brother to be using his phone. What’s going on?

“Anya look I know you’re upset with me but I wasn’t talking about you.” Kook says hoping she’s understanding where he’s coming from. “I care about you Anya more than you know and I’ll never jeopardize that. Just please unblock me so we can talk…..please.”

She was silent for a long moment.

“Anya please I……fuck…..I lov-

The phone disconnects.

“No no no..” Kook looks at the screen. Did she hang up? Shit! Did he fuck up again? He quickly goes back to call her but the line goes out. “Shit!” He desperately taps the phone praying that she’ll just call back in a second, but she doesn’t.

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Anya looks at her screen seeing the battery low signal. Of course her battery would die in this situation. She reaches for her charger but then thinks about what Kook just said. “I wasn’t talking about you….” Should she believe that? Or is this just another excuse for her to fall for his trap again? Her heart wants her to charge her phone immediately and call him back but her brain says ‘don’t it’s just another trap’. She’s torn between the two. What did he even do to get Aiden’s phone just to call her? Does it mean he cares?

“Who was that?” Haein asks removing her phone from her face. Anya shakes her head still avoiding talking about the situation. “Just Aiden…”

Haein sits up and looks at her. “When are you going to tell me what happened?”

Anya sighs feeling a pang of guilt. Haein has been with her this entire time and the least Anya could do is tell her what really happened…..

“Okay I’ll……I’ll tell you…”

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Kook tried calling back almost a dozen times but she didn’t pick up. So is this it? Should he give up? It’s clear that she doesn’t want anything to do with him and it kills him. If she wants nothing to do with him fine so be it, but she will know that truth about what happened and how much he cares about her.

“Everything okay?” Aiden says with a look of sympathy on his face. Kook didn’t want anyone’s pity he never did, but this was different. This was about Anya. The only girl he would be pathetic for. Kook hands Aiden his phone back, fighting the urge to attempt to call her again, but he knew it was over. “She hung up on me….”

“What’s going on between you and my sister?”

Kook hesitated for moment but thought about how he’s has nothing to lose in this moment. She was done with him…..for good so what’s the harm in venting to her brother right? “I like her….and she overheard something that wasn’t about her and now……she’s done with me.” Kook takes a deep breath, feeling the dry lump in his throat. “I messed up….”

Aiden listens intently, taking everything in. He was definitely surprised at the situation but he didn’t freak out how Kook thought he would. “Wow I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Aiden thinks for a second before speaking again. “Look one thing about my sister is that she overthinks a lot. She didn’t grow up with much confidence in herself. Which sucks but if I were you I would keep trying at least.”

Kook felt a flicker of hope in his chest. “What do you mean? She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Maybe you should talk to her.” Aiden suggests. Kook didn’t understand what he meant by that. He’s already tried to explain himself but had no luck. Kook’s eyes follows Aiden movements as he scrolls through his phone searching for something. Could whatever he finds help him get back in touch with Anya? More importantly would it even work?

“In any normal circumstance I wouldn’t do this because technically you’re a stranger but this feels like an appropriate time.” Aiden shows him an address on his phone. Wait is that- “This is her address. Maybe if you show up and talk to her she’ll listen.”

Kook couldn’t believe what he was seeing, is this real? “W-Why are you giving me this?” Kook isn’t complaining but it seems a bit too good to be true, he need to know this was real and if this was actually her address and not some stupid prank.

Aiden shrugs as if his answer is so obvious. “Because I believe what you said and I know my sister is too stubborn to unblock you so this would help. Plus like Junghyun said earlier I am

a fan and I want to help you…..and her of course.”

As Kook puts the address in phone he feels like he’s holding the most valuable thing in the world, and it was. Anya’s address. This was is last chance to make things right before it was too late. “Thank you….seriously I….I can’t thank you enough.”

“No problem just make sure she happy, she deserves it.” Kook couldn’t agree more. If anyone was going to make her happy it was him.

Junghyun comes from inside the house with an annoyed expression. “I can’t take them Jungkook hurry up and entertain them, and after you better tell me what’s going on.”

Kook scratches the back of his neck feeling a bit guilty for making his brother distract their parents for this long. “I’m coming!”

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“And he just called me on Aiden’s phone saying he didn’t mean what he said……and that he wasn’t talking about me…” Anya finishes. As she told Haein what happened she couldn’t even look at her. Haein was always blunt and she knew Haein wouldn’t be happy hearing this. Not to mention she was already embarrassed about all of this.

Haein scoffs. “Fucking asshole. Who does he think he is?!” She yells.

“He said he wasn’t talking about me but I don’t know-

“Of course he was talking about you! Who else was he talking about?! Gosh I knew I didn’t like him I fucking knew it!” Anya flinches at her words. Haein was furious and Anya felt like there was truth in her words. She’d believe Haein over pretty much anyone and hearing her say that he was talking about her made her feel even more like shit. “I really really really like him Haein…”

“Don’t! Dont waste your feelings on someone like him. You deserves someone who would always love and appreciate you someone like-“ Haein cuts herself off.

Anya looks up. “What?”

Haein sighs, feeling frustrated and a hint of something else. “I-I just mean…..he’s not the only person in the world Anya….” She looks at Anya. “He’s not the only person who cares about you…….or even likes you.”

Anya didn’t understand what she meant by that. Yes it’s true he isn’t the only person in the world but he’s the only person she wants. “I know…..it’s just…..not easy to get over someone like-

“I’m talking about me Anya.” Haein cuts her off. Her voice laced with emotion. “I’m always there for you more than anyone. I care about you more than anyone. This streamer guy isn’t important Anya. You don’t need him.”

Anya looked at her with disbelief. ‘Kook isn’t important?’ He’s more than important. He literally changed her life for the better and she has the right to say he isn’t important? “Look Haein you don’t understand he-

“No no Anya I do understand. You’re so obsessed with this guy who basically called you obsessed! I mean come on Anya he’s a fucking liar and a coward. Don’t be stupid to be believe him.”

Anya was speechless.

“God can’t you see what’s right in front of you?! Not some guy you haven’t even met in person yet!” Haein says, her voice rising higher with each breath. “Come on Anya you can’t be this naive.”

Anya looked at her with surprise and shock. She’s seen Haein get upset over the smallest things before, but this was different. Haein was yelling at her. Calling her ‘naive’ for liking someone like Kook. And all of sudden she confesses her feelings for her? This was all too much and Anya was already overwhelmed with feelings and emotions. She couldn’t do this right now.

“I think you should go Haein…” Anya says softly not wanting to cause another argument.

Haein scoffs. “Yeah don’t worry I’m going.” She says grabbing her things. Anya watches her walk out slamming the door behind her. She was now left alone in her thoughts. The sound of her breathing echoed in the now empty apartment. So much has happened today and her mind was going overdrive. Her and Haein hardly ever argue with each other. Sometimes they would disagree on things but it never lead into an argument….not like this. Anya definitely didn’t expect a confession from her either.

She lays back in bed, pulling the covers over her. It was late and she was so exhausted from the day she had and now all Anya wanted to do was sleep and hope when she wakes up tomorrow this would all be a dream…..a nightmare. After turning the lights out Anya debates if she should charge her phone. Maybe kook would call again …..she wanted him to call. She wanted to believe him, to run into his arms and live happily ever after, but it isn’t that easy. She charges her phone, telling herself she should just incase of an emergency but really she had a flicker of hope in her heart that maybe……..just maybe he was being truthful.

#bts army #bts ff #delulu #jeon jungkook #jk bts #jungkook ff #bts fanfic #bts

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galaxywarp · 11 months ago

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DAY 1 OF DECORATING COMPLETE…..I have a Lot of stuff still in boxes, but, today I handled most of one of the biggest ones, and this is what I’ve got:

My living room table!! As you can see the charging station is the main focus here. I’ve got chargers here for literally every kind of device i (or a guest!) could possibly need.

I’ve also set up my VR headset on its display stand and arranged the wires for quick easy charging, so it’s ready to go whenever I am.

These coasters light up! And they have radioactive elements from the periodic table!! Im a nerd and I love these!!!! I could finally put new batteries in them!!

Kept this pin board out here just cuz I love fidgeting with these things and I want it available while getting stoned and watching tv lol

And I found something I forgot about: REMOTE FINDERS. I am ALWAYS losing my remotes. Especially because I have different remotes for my TVs and my soundbars and my Soundsystem. Too many remotes!! And I bought this thing that I can put a little box on the remotes and if I lose them, I just click the corresponding color button here, and it will start beeping so I can find it!

Some of my decorative lights aren’t working properly and I’ll have to either fix them or replace them, but my rainbow was working! I put it in the bathroom

And finally I installed the LED backlights on my living room TV. It slowly cycles through all of the colors of the rainbow

….And that’s day 1!

Cleaning up all the trash and washing all my dishes and clothes and everything was definitely the “harder” part of making this place into a home, but. Idk. I get emotional about decorating.

All of this stuff I’ve held onto for years, just hoping for the day that my place was clean enough that I could put it out and display it. Waiting for the day that I could go beyond just existing somewhere, and make a place my home.

I feel like im actually finally getting there.

#I almost didn’t even post cuz I was like. oh big deal you set up one end table #but NO this was aLOT to me and I deserve to acknowledge and celebrate it

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ridiasfangirlings · 6 months ago

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1/2) Fushimi and Yata are going on vacation abroad. Fushimi made a reservation at a posh restaurant to propose marriage to Yata on they last day in the city. But at lunch he ate something wrong and as a result, until the evening he had to hug the toilet. Yata was by his side all the time. He saw a notification on Fushimi's PDA stating that Fushimi's requested reservation at the restaurant was canceled, after which PDA ran out of charge.

Imagine the two of them have been dating for a while, Fushimi enjoys spoiling Yata but even so Yata’s a little surprised when he suggests an overseas vacation. Yata hasn’t gotten to travel a lot though so he figures why not, as long as Fushimi agrees to not say insulting things about him to the staff in foreign languages (Fushimi grins all would I do such a thing Misaki, and Yata playfully punches him all yeah you would). Despite being the one who suggested this Fushimi is actually fairly drained by the end of the vacation though, like all these people and new places and excessive happiness is wearing on him. Yata says if Fushimi just wants to take a day chilling at the hotel that would be fine with him but Fushimi shakes his head, they have fancy reservations for that evening and he promised Yata they would go out for lunch at one of the places near the hotel that Yata’s been wanting to try.

Yata feels bad about suggesting it a few hours later when they’re back in the hotel and Fushimi is on the floor of the bathroom complaining that it was definitely the vegetables Yata made him eat that did this. Yata’s like I had the broccoli too and I’m fine, maybe the drinks didn’t agree with your stomach. Fushimi is oddly concerned about the dinner reservations and if he’ll be able to make it, like Yata didn’t think Fushimi would care that much and normally in this kind of situation Fushimi would be the first to say cancel the reservations. When Yata suggests it though Fushimi shakes his head — and immediately looks nauseous, head falling back down onto the bathroom tile — and says they have to go to dinner. Yata can’t believe that Fushimi wants to try the place that much but then Fushimi’s PDA buzzes. There’s a message from the restaurant with the subject line ‘cancel’ and Yata’s like shit, Fushimi asks what the issue is and Yata’s like give me sec. Fushimi’s PDA blinks out as Yata tries to check it and he realizes the battery is dead, Yata sighs like this is why I tell you to at least charge it if you’re gonna play on it all day.

He goes to find a charger, figuring Fushimi won’t mind if Yata digs around in his bag. Yata’s hand closes over a small box and he’s like oh here’s the charger, only to lift his hand out and realize the box is a little fancy for a charger. He opens it up and there’s a ring, golden with like a red gem that looks like a flame. Yata’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open as he realizes that this is an engagement ring (and maybe he has a moment of ‘wait, who’s Saruhiko getting engaged to’ before his brain catches up and he’s like oh. Oh). From the bathroom Fushimi asks what Yata was saying about the reservation and Yata’s like oh right shit yeah. Fushimi asks if there’s something wrong because Yata’s voice sounds weird and Yata’s like no no nothing at all. Fushimi is super suspicious now and attempts to check on Yata, he comes stumbling out of the bathroom and Yata has to run and keep him from collapsing against the doorframe. He’s forgotten to take the ring box out of his hand though and Fushimi gives this frustrated sigh as Yata helps him sit back down on the bathroom floor all ‘so you saw, huh?’.

Yata doesn’t know why Fushimi sounds so bummed about that and Fushimi looks away, grumbling ‘…supposed to be special.’ Yata belatedly realizes that Fushimi was definitely intending to propose at dinner and he sheepishly says well it’s okay that their reservations got canceled right. Fushimi clicks his tongue all of course they did, nothing he does ever manages to go right. Yata’s quick to stop him though, like hey I don’t need a fancy dinner or anything okay, hanging out with you in the room is fine with me. Fushimi mutters that he wanted to do something….nice for once, since Yata always does things for him. Yata’s like I was the one who made you eat all those poison vegetables wasn’t I, so really this is my fault isn’t it. Fushimi considers that and then gives this little snort like you have a point. Yata’s all hey I was kidding but he’s laughing and Fushimi gets a small smile. There’s silence between them and then Yata’s like ‘so…are you gonna do it?’. Fushimi looks at him and Yata gets all red suddenly as he holds out the ring like you know you bought this and I guess maybe it’s for me and I dunno maybe you weren’t intending to but if you were you could, I guess, if you wanted to… He trails off and Fushimi smiles slightly as he takes the ring out of the box and puts it on Yata’s finger, quietly asking if Yata will marry him. (Yata says yes and they kiss, and then later Yata jokes about how he got proposed to on the floor of a hotel bathroom.)

#sarumi #Talking K #a romantic proposal #on the floor of the bathroom with Fushimi's breath smelling like vomit #Yata orders them takeout once Fushimi's stomach settles #and they eat greasy food on the bed in a fancy hotel watching movies #and Yata keeps looking at his ring and grinning like an idiot

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eruditegeek · 3 months ago

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Vacation day 4: late edition

I may have forgotten to write an update yesterday, so I'm doing it real quick today.

My day started with turmoil. Apparently, in the night, my charging cord broke, so I woke up to a low battery. I rushed to a store to buy a new one. (After waking up and scrolling for a while) Then I got some breakfast and ate at my leasure while charging my phone. (And scrolling again) After I was sufficiently charged, I ventured out once more.

This time to a park I was recommended. It was really lovely and had so much more than I could explore in one day. I then wandered around downtown looking for souvenirs. Ended up really needing a bathroom and found another park. This one I wandered around completely. Food stalls were being set up for an evening event, so I got something from the only one already open. (I didn't get to try the chocolate covered strawberries booth 😞).

I wander back uptown toward my room and eventually get some food. Wander more and find myself at a third park. Sit for a bit before wandering even more. It's late at this point, and I decide I want ice cream so I find the only open place and get some. Wander more and find myself back at park #3. Eventually, get to bed and passed out with a working charger this time.

#trans #transgender #trans woman #goth #envy's graveyard

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skylarmoon71 · 2 years ago

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Timeless Wells- Oneshot (Flash)

When he’d first returned. He was ecstatic to venture the world. He’d lost so much due to the past. But he’d gotten a second chance. He told himself that he’d go back. To the very beginning. Although he could travel through time, he couldn’t alter anything. So when he first saw you working, he was determined to finally have his happily ever after.

“Dr. Wells, the CCPD is here to take your statement.”

He nodded at his employee.

“Let them in.”

The male stepped to the side, letting the detective in.

“Dr. Wells, (Y/N) Morgan. My officers are outside questioning your employees that were present when the item was stolen. Is there anything about Mr. Davis that you can tell me? Every bit of information would help.”

For a moment he just gazes at you. Basks in the light. It had been so long since he saw your face. There was a part of him that somehow knew he’d died the minute he lost you.

“Dr. Wells are you alright?” You took a step closer, inspecting him for injuries.

“Did Mr. Davies attack you?”

Harrison blinked.

“Oh, no no. I’m fine.” He gave a little laugh, running his hand down his tie.

“I apologize I just..” He paused, eyes still very much trained on you.

“You’re just so beautiful..” It was said wistfully. A bashful expression crossed your face, and he took a much needed step back.

“Sorry! Sorry that was unprofessional. You’re supposed to be helping me and I’m distracting you. There is not much more I can provide about him other than the security footage that we reviewed. I’m sorry we can’t be more helpful.” You clear your throat, sliding your hands in your pockets.

“It’s alright. If you think of anything else. Please don’t be afraid to reach out. You have my contact information.”

“Yes, if anything comes to mind I’ll be sure to call. “

For a moment, you both just stand there.

You’ve known Harrison Wells for years. The man was labeled a genius by many. He was successful, handsome and apparently not that bad of a guy. None of your paths had ever crossed until today. You never thought much of him until you stepped through that door. As a detective, gut feelings have always been an aid in your life. That’s why the second you saw him in person, it felt..strange. He kept staring at you like you’d met before, and something about his presence felt almost powerful.

He was a billionaire, so that should have been expected.

But this was different.

You gaze at him, almost trying to figure him out.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.”

It’s not like he had set off any red flags. But you needed to figure out this particular mystery. Right after you found his gear.

“Have a good day Dr. Wells.”

“Yes! You too.” He offered a charming smile, and you turned, exiting the room.

~~~~

“Detective Morgan, always good to see a friendly face.”

You grin at the CSI officer.

“Mr. Allen, how is little Nora? Is she missing her favorite aunt?”

“Always.” He laughs. He looks a little preoccupied, but you can’t help but broach the question.

“Hey Barry, can I ask you something?” He looks intrigued now. You gesture to your office, and he follows. When he closes the door, he’s invested.

“Have you made any progress on the missing tech at star labs?”

He shook his head.

“No. Thankfully all that was stolen is a supercharged battery. It’s good to power a car at most, but not much else. It’s one of the newer modifications Star Labs has been working on. The charger inside allows a car to run with the battery for days and its solar charge. So as long as there’s a signal, the vehicle can go for weeks. My guess is this thief was just trying to make a quick buck.”

You nod, pulling a pen off your desk absentmindedly as you bounce it on your leg.

Barry tilted his head at the reaction.

“Why does it feel like you’re not as concerned about this criminal?”

He’d seen through that quickly. Not that you were surprised.

“How much do you know about Harrison Wells?” You can just see the excitement rise into his eyes.

“Enough to know the man is a revolutionary genius!”

Maybe Barry was the wrong person to ask. He was obviously biased.

“I know he’s the victim, and I don’t really get the vibe that he would set up his employee to steal something like this just to make more money. He’s literally swimming in wealth just by breathing.”

“So if he’s not a suspect, why are you so suspicious?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. You briefly contemplate telling him at all. If you were being honest it would only be a matter of time before he found out. Because you were going to bring this up with Iris whenever you both had free time anyway.

“Today in the office he was acting a little weird. That’s why I thought he was possibly in on it and just trying his best to distract me.”

“Weird how? What exactly did he say?”

“He said I was beautiful.” Your eyes are narrowed like you’re trying to solve some elaborate mystery.

Barry’s expression is blank for a moment, like he’s waiting for the punchline. It never comes.

“Are you kidding me! A guy compliments you and you immediately assume he’s a criminal.”

“W-What! No I-I…It was a gut feeling!!” You defend. Barry just begins laughing, and you frown.

“If you’re not going to help you might as well leave!!”

So he does, snickering on his way out. It earns some looks from your coworkers, and you roll your eyes.

Last time you rely on Barry for help.

~~~

“Can I have one coffee please.”

The barista gives a smile, and you move to take a seat as you wait for your order to be called. Your focus diverts to your cellphone as you scroll through messages from reports.

“Detective Morgan?” Your eyes lift at the familiar voice. Just then your order is called, and he’s standing at the counter. He nods to the barista who hands him the coffee with a smile. Harrison moves over to your seat. You simply watch as he places it down.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Not at all.” He pulls out a chair, and you pocket your phone.

“Unfortunately we haven’t made much progress on your case. We’ve set up some interference in case he tries to sell it within the city. But if he’s already fled, then it makes it a bit more difficult. My contacts in DC are keeping me updated. “

Harrison smiles.

“I appreciate you working so diligently on my behalf.”

“It is my job.” You point out. He’s still wearing that warm smile that sort of disarms you. Because those eyes hold something akin to adoration and you’ve literally only spoken to this man once in your life. You weren’t such a naive soul to believe in something like love at first sight.

“Detective I was actually wondering if you would like to-”

You jump when you hear the glass at the door shatter. A canister rolls in, and you immediately go into fight mode.

“Everyone get done, cover your faces!!”

Your yell echoes, and a few of them react as instructed. But others aren’t so quick. The smoke is blinding, and instinctively you reach for your gun, but the second it’s within grasp, it’s flung out of your hand. You’re struck right in the stomach, and you grunt when your body hits the floor harshly.

“Nice try.” A male voice says.

People in the area are coughing, and you try to cover your face as you search for your weapon on the floor.

“Detective!!”

Harrison is calling for you, but you're still trying to gather your wits. You're still trying to pick yourself off the floor. Someone beats you to it. You’re grabbed by the back of your hair, yanked off the floor. Your cry of pain catches Harrison’s attention. Through the smoke and chaos his eyes catch your predicament, and anger rushes through his veins. You aren’t really sure how to explain what happens next. One minute you’re fighting in jitters, the next, you witness an explosion of green particles.

Your legs land on solid ground and you gasp.

“What the hell!!”

That sounds like the voice of your assailant. Your head whips to the back, and standing there is the very criminal you all had been searching for. He’s decked down in black clothing holding your gun in his hand and it’s pointed at Harrison.

“DR. WELLS!!”

You’re startled that he isn’t begging for his life, or even trying to run. His glare is fixated on Mr. Davies, and the man pulls the trigger to your horror. The bullet however does connect. The weapon disappears in those similar green sparks. When it reappears, Harrison is holding it in his hand. The bullet hits Davies right in the knee, and he drops to the ground in a cry of pain. You’re shocked, confused, relieved? You simply gape. There’s nothing else that really can be done. None of this really makes sense. When Harrison’s gaze finally moves to you, there’s relief, and a spec of guilt. Whatever this is. He has some serious explaining to do.

~~~

“Thanks Barry.”

He pats your shoulder.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

After finally gathering yourself, you managed to call back up. The street you stood on was now filled with at least three police cars and an ambulance. Harrison was giving his statement to the police. At least the altered version.

You’d given him specific orders after what you witnessed.

“Don’t say a word.”

It’s somewhat of a hiss. A warning.

You sound irritated, and also scared. He understands. He also knows the only reason you aren’t letting him expose his identity is so as to avoid a panic.

Harrison says nothing, simply nods.

The story was that you were both drugged and taken to this spot. It was pretty believable considering the circumstances. As you watch him from across your view, there is so much that needs to be said. But you can’t exactly apprehend him now in front of everyone and ask how he dissolved not just his body but your own as well as the criminal’s. None of this truly makes sense. When his eyes finally find you, it’s almost like he understood.

You would be waiting for that explanation.

~Later~

The knock on your door is as expected. You place your glass down, moving to open the door. Harrison is standing on the other side with a weak smile. You step aside, and he walks in. He adjusts his glasses. A nervous tick that you’ve picked up on.

For a while there is nothing but silence.

Harrison breaks it.

“You protected me.”

You scoff.

“Do you really think anyone would believe it if you told them what happened? I was saving myself paperwork.” He offers a smile.

“So I gave you a cover. Explain it to me. How the hell did you do that!”

You have a right to yell at him. You have no idea what’s going on and it terrifies you.

“In the simplest terms, I’m a time traveler. I can go back and forth through time.” You laugh, but there is no humor in there.

“You really expect me to believe that time travel is real.”

“You saw it with your own eyes.”

“I don’t know what I saw! For all I know you could have drugged me! Maybe you’re running some kind of scheme with your buddy Davies. The only reason he came after me is because my little interference put a block in his plans. Be straight with me, you both were accomplices and you used some kind of drug on me.”

Harrison takes a step closer, and you tense.

Your head is saying that you need to be weary, on guard. Because you still can’t explain what you saw.

Your heart however, that is the part that isn’t acting the way it should. The closer he gets, the faster the wave of beats seems to echo. Except this isn’t fear.

It’s something completely different.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“W-What are you talking about?!”

Harrison reaches for you, and rather than run away, you just stand there. His palm lands on your cheek, and you feel like the air has been squeezed out of you.

“I thought that I consciously made the decision to be here with you, but I think time led me here. Because we’re connected. “

“I-I barely know you..”

His smile is solemn.

“I know.”

You aren’t sure why his somber words make you feel so sad. Somehow your body just reacts, and you take a step forward, gripping his suit as you kiss him earnestly. Harrison is taken by surprise. You feel the way he tenses. But the longer your lips are pressed to his, the faster he falls into sync with your movements. You back him up, and he hits a wall with a soft grunt. You wish there was some way you could explain what was happening.

Why kissing this stranger felt like absolute heaven. But it didn’t make sense.

Nothing about this situation made any sense.

Yet, for some reason, at that moment you didn't even care.

Because this somehow feels..right.

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smittenroses · 4 months ago

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Fandom No Straight Roads Pairing 1010/reader Chapter Summary You've taken an interest in their music, Rin wants to fuel that flame

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To say Rin was a bit flustered was an understatement — he was overloaded with emotions that he couldn’t quite catch by himself. Having been forced from the situation more times than he wanted to, being dragged around to different events. He knew he was technically the face of the band, being the leader and the one that did most of the talking on and off the stage, but, every time he found himself in a place he couldn’t help but fake a smile, he found himself being more and more drained every time.

It was never-ending, the camera flashes that would mess with his vision, the people that would swarm him for photo opportunities, sometimes, it was just too much.

The door closed silently behind him as he reentered his home, the lights turning dim at his arrival, lining the way for him to get to his charger. His battery was low — he didn’t get much time between events to even charge himself up and so the cord in his bag just ended up as more weight he had to carry, sitting heavy in his bag and almost begging to be used with each alert he got; 50%, 30%, 20%, the numbers kept climbing down as he dragged his feet across the floor, running a hand down his face as he struggled to keep himself up right.

Was this how people felt when they took themselves to the limit, unable to do the things they wanted to and just wanting to sleep?

A flicker of abnormal light was picked up in his receptors, Rin turned on his heel to face the intruder, seeing the maid standing in the kitchen, wearing clothing that wasn’t hers.

“What are you doing here?” Rin was able to check his system clock, but, his eyes flickered to the analogue clock on the wall instead, seeing that it was two in the morning, well pass when the princess should have left to return home, yet, she stood there, holding a torch and a glass of water in hand.

Rin watched as the princess yawned, head tilting back as the pink flesh of the root of her mouth was shown off, sleep decorating her lashes as she took a sip.

“My car wouldn’t start,” She muttered, gaze focusing everywhere but him as she spoke. Maybe she was just as shocked as him, standing in the middle of her workplace, dressed in someone else’s clothes, but, as Rin pinched the bottom of her shirt, fixing it where it had caught on the pants, he noted how the temperature in her face rose with the action. “Zimelu and Neon J tried to fix it, but it just wouldn’t start.”

“Maybe it just couldn’t handle our charms.”

His battery was growing lower, he had to make the conversation quick, but, as he listened to the sleepy giggles of the woman in front of her, he wished somewhere in mind mind that he had a full battery just to hear her giggle like that over and over again.

“Funny enough,” She said, “I was listening to you guys on the way over; you came up on my streaming service.”

Streaming service? If Rin had the energy to do so, he knew that he would physically recoil at the concept, the idea of not being able to own the music you listen to so absurd in his mind, yet, it was overtaken by the fact she had begun to listen to the songs he sung. Tapping his fingers on the bag strap slung over his shoulder, he couldn’t stop the smile that grew on his face. “Knew we’d get you someday.”

The silence in the air was thick as material ran out, the two staring at each other until her eyes flickered down to his hand, noting the fabric wrapped around the fake flesh. It had been an accident when filming a commercial, one of the employees had a malfunction that resulted in a camera breaking. Rin had tried to help pick up the pieces but hadn’t realised how sharp they were until someone had pointed it out.

While he couldn’t feel it, the fabric stopped it from snagging on anything else and making it worse.

“Can I touch you?” The princess whispered and Rin couldn’t help but oblige, nodding his head once before she freed a hand to touch his, her fingers warm as she lifted his hand to her face, laying a gentle kiss to the cloth. “Try not to get hurt,” She smiled, Rin hearing the fans in his body begin to kick in as he warmed, “I’d hate to see you get decommissioned even for a day, I’d miss you.”

Rin really had a hard time deciding if the princess was playing with him or being genuine, excusing himself with the excuse of his battery being low as he began to walk towards the charging room, feeling the fans rumble within his skeleton with the effort to cool him off. He was the flirty one, he was the one that made the girls swoon, yet, the maid had been the one to flip the script and make him swoon.

And she had done so seamlessly without as much as a hesitance along the way. He could hear the guest room’s door shut even from his room, the silence of the world allowing for the noise to carry further as he opened the door, seeing the others in their own pods, asleep, charging.

Maybe he just wasn’t thinking straight, maybe he just needed to charge, but, writing down a note for himself on a sticky note and sticking it to his pod, he decided to deal with it tomorrow.

Along with that darned streaming service.

Rin knew that Neon J had always been someone who was sentimental of his work, so it wasn’t even a secret that he had a large collection of ways that they had published music that he wasn’t meant to walk into. Stepping into the storage room had been one thing, but attempting to carry out multiple heavy boxes was another as there was only so much that his skeleton could hold.

Was Rin going overboard with gifts because he wanted to catch up to the others? Maybe, he couldn’t deny that, but, as he tapped his foot on the ground, looking at the boxes that he had packed with music, a shadow overtook the light that streamed in from the door, Rin turning his head just enough to see Purl-hew standing in the middle of the doorway.

“Where are your glasses?” Rin couldn’t help but feel a bit unnerved at the sight of Purl-hew’s blue eyes as they scanned the room, yet, as they made eye contact with his again, he watched as the blue member shrugged.

“Eloni wanted to borrow them for a live stream. I’ve been watching him through the feed.” Rin pulled up the live feed in his HUD as Purl-hew talked, watching as the green version of themselves seemed to be having fun with opening the few letters he had, glasses firmly pressed into his hair as he read out each of the letters. It wasn’t something he usually got to see his friend do often. “He promised he wouldn’t break them.”

Pushing the live stream away from his view, Rin turned back to the boxes again, looking between them and Purl-hew, noting with each turn of his head that the blue 1010’s eyes were narrowing with each rotation.

“Did you get permission?”

“Please?”

With a sigh, Purl-hew joined his fellow band member, helping him pick up a few of the boxes as he hoisted them onto his shoulders. “You could ask for a skeleton upgrade so you can carry more, you know?”

“I could, but, I don’t want to re-calibrate myself to one.” Plus getting a new frame to fit his outer shell seemed more complicated than it was worth — he wasn’t going to be fighting in any wars any time soon, the reason behind most of their design choices, but, as they walked through the halls, Rin walked by the windows.

Sometimes, Rin wished he was able to feel the warmth on his skin just like the princess did.

A flash of red joined soon enough, Zimelu taking one of the boxes that Purl-hew carried under his arm, the hall becoming a bit more crowded as Zimelu inserted himself into the duo’s time alone.

“I thought you hated listening to yourself,” Zimelu finally commented after a bit of walking, though, it landed on death hearing processors as Rin turned the corner, the dear princess standing on a ladder to reach one of the ceiling fans in the lounge.

The light hit her perfectly, highlighting her in every way that made Rin’s fans whirl, not even the chattering of Eloni on the couch was able to knock him from his trance as he called her name, watching as her gaze settled on him and him only, flashing him a smile that was meant for him. It would have been perfect to stand in time and just watch her smile all day.

But things like that didn’t happen around here, especially when there were things hidden in the dark.

An explosion, a ball of streamers and confetti bursting out from behind the couch, Rin’s vision filled with a million warning signs about being under attack that screamed a bit too much like their creator.

And she was falling. The confetti and streamers hit the bottom of the ladder at the perfect angle to send it swinging out from underneath her feet, Rin heard the screams over the sound of the box he was holding crashing as it hit the ground, running forward with his arms outstretched.

Catch her.

Rin caught her.

The sudden weight on his frame had him twisting his body so that he took the impact, the soft silicon of his skin cushioning the fall as she landed on him, his arms secured around her waist as he rolled away from the ladder, the ladder bouncing off a wall before it crashed where they had been.

She was shaking.

The princess was shaking in his arms as he looked down at her, seeing her beautiful eyes so wide, fingers ensnaring his jacket as she eyed where they had been only moments before. “Hey, look at me,” Rin muttered, watching as those beautiful eyes met his, seeing the water that rimmed her lashes and it broke his heart, “You should warn me before I need to catch you, princess…” He knew that there was something in his coding that should shoot forth a predetermined line, but, deep within his consciousness, he knew that line came from himself instead, gently pulling the princess into a sitting position, feeling the back of her head for any sort of injury.

The laughter that came from her mouth was probably the shock that he shrugged away, yet, as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close, he… didn’t know what to do with his hands for once. “Thank you, my knight.”

Noise erupted as Haym and Neon J tore around the corner, the two of them wielding tools in their hands as they stood in the doorway. They must have heard the explosion from where they had been, but, once the danger was seen to be over… the yelling began.

“Eloni, is that your confetti gun?” Zimelu began, the red colliding with green as he grabbed Eloni by the shirt collar, beginning to shake him around, “What have we said about keeping your crap in safe places?”

“I genuinely lost it!”

“Get off of him!” Haym soon joined the struggle, the yellow’s hands attempting to free his best friend from the wrath of the ‘bad boy’, though, it only started a small fight, their hands flying at each other as there was a mixture of slaps and weak punches.

If they really wanted to hurt each other, Zimelu could have had Eloni’s head flying across the yard by now.

As the fighting grew louder and bolder, Rin couldn’t help but join in, attempting to get between each of them, though, the fighting returned into roughhousing, Rin finding himself remembering that even when he was the leader, he didn’t have as much control as he liked, his head being pinned under Eloni’s arm as he started to laugh.

“You’re all acting like male beetles attempting to woo a mate.” Even when he was speaking, Purl-hew came into the fray, beginning to push each of the boys away from each other.

Though the laughter that was heard from the only human in the room made everything pause, Rin turned his head to the princess as she doubled over laughing.

“I should’ve guessed this!” She giggled, “You’ve all got a crush on me.”

It was meant to be the other way around, she should be the one that was telling them that she had a crush on them, yet, as she pushed past them to go to where she kept her equipment, a crunch was heard as she stepped over something, Rin’s gaze dropping down to the mess on the floor which had once been music disks.

“Also, your live stream is still running, Eloni.”

The laptop that had been knocked away from the explosion lay next to the mess of music, Neon J stepped forth as he picked up the device, his screen dark as Rin assumed he read the chat as it rushed by.

With a quiet close of the laptop, Eloni and Zimelu were off first, Zimelu riding on Eloni’s shoulders before the rest followed.

They were in trouble now. At least if they got caught that was.

#nsr #no straight roads #no straight roads x reader #nsr x reader #nsr 1010 #no straight roads 1010 #1010 x reader #nsr 1010 x reader

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