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juhaksworld · 3 years

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TBZ reactions to their s/o being shy and having an rbf in public but really talkative around ppl they know

requested by: @dalivanmagritte

i’m reallly sorry this took me so long to post! T__T I thought I’d be able to finish it in one day,,, but that unfortunately was not true. I hope you enjoy! <3

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Sangyeon:

would be so used to you being super talkative and fun that whenever you were both in public he was surprised by how scary you could look when not smiling. like he’d look over and see you zoning out bc you felt really uncomfortable around strangers and he’d be like “shoot i need to go talk to her before someone thinks she’s plotting murder” so he’d rush over and be like “whatta thinking about that makes you look so grim?” and you’d be like “oh i was just wondering if I should wash my clothes when I get home or wait until tomorrow” and he’d like blink--- and then shake his head wondering how you can be so different around strangers than you were when you were around ppl you were comfortable with. he likes to stay near you most as much as possible in public bc he knows it makes you more comfortable.

Jacob:

the first time you met he was like “oh she’s scary!!” and then his friend introduced you to each other and you became friends and then he completely forgot about ever thinking you were scary bc you were so talkative and silly around your friends. but then after you started dating you went out together and he left for a moment and you started to feel really uncomfortable around all the ppl there and so you stopped smiling and looking around with interested and just sat there with a serious face avoiding all eye contact and when he came back he had a flashback of first meeting you and was like “ummm hey” and you looked up and smiled and looked like your usual self that he was use to and he was like “you look mad scary when you’re not smiling” and you laugh and you’re like “I know. It keeps the weirdos away” you don’t spend that much time around ppl you don’t know after you started dating him though, so it’s all good

Younghoon:

I mean, he sort of has an rbf too so you’ll would connect over that, like the first time you met you were at the library studying and you both looked so scary everyone avoided y’all so you started sitting at the same table so others could sit together away from y’all and then one day something funny happened and you both laughed and you both looked so pretty smiling that everyone in the library was like *mouth drops open* anyways, you and younghoon kinda start liking each other bc you’re always together at the library so you start dating and you’re so happy together you forget how scary you both look until you go out into public alone and look like murder is on your mind. You have a picture of each other smiling as your lock screens so you remember to smile and not scare ppl in public.

Hyunjae:

he’d tease you a lot lol. he knew you for a long time so he kinda got used to your rbf when you were around unfamiliar ppl so he teases you so you smile and look cute again. and he knows you could talk for hours once you're around ppl you like, and he loves that more than anything. he actually realized he was in love with you while watching you zone out across the room. like he always thought “where would this girl be without me” and then suddenly he was like “wait--- i need her more than she needs me” but he just loves seeing you looking all scary in public and ppl lowkey being afraid of you and so you approaches you all coolly and is like “YAH!!” right in front of your face and everyone is like “this dude is gonna get socked in the nose for that” and then you just smile and he’s like “yes. mission accomplished” and everyone’s like “hold on she looks really friendly when she’s smiling!” but they never get a chance to talk with you once hyunjae is around bc he keeps you all to himself knowing you feel more comfortable and happy that way and he loves listening to you talk.

Juyeon:

legit thought you hated him at first and was like “shoot i made this girl hate me and idek what i did” and then one of your friends walks up and you start smiling and he’s like “oh. that girl is beautiful! and she looks really friendly once she smiles” so he tries to get to know you and you instantly like him so you begin talking freely with him and he’s like so whipped for you whenever you smile which is often when you’re talking. so he just listens and listens while you go on and on. and he just loves that he won your trust. he wonders how he could ever think you were scary until you’re left in the corner of the room by yourself and you feel afraid around a lot of strangers so you stop smiling and talking and avoid ppl and he’s like “sjkfjskdksjdkjksjdk I need to go talk be with her rn so she’s happy again” and basically that’s how you start dating. while you guys are dating it’s pretty much the same thing-- he loves listening to you talk and he loves more than anything that you’re comfortable around him.

Kevin:

you were at the library and you zoned out and you were staring all scarily in the same direction kevin was sitting in and he *that meme of the kid holding the cup and who keeps looking sideways at the camera* like he really thinks you’re gonna approach him about something he never did. so he goes over to you and he’s like “are you ok?” and you jerk out of your daydream to see this really cute guy looking at you worriedly and slightly scared and you’re like “ohhh ummm yeahhh why do you aks tho???” and you smile a little bc gosh he’s cute and he’s like “gosh she’s cute” and he’s like “oh nothin” and uses a cheesy pickup line to get your number and you start dating/ become bffs and he lowkey loves that you look so scary when you’re around other ppl but then open up like a flower in the sunshine with him and you and him laugh and talk like there’s no tomorrow whenever you’re together bc you’re both pretty talkative. y’all are inseparable! but like he picks up the habit of looking scary and avoiding eye contact with ppl bc of you and his friends are like “?????” but he doesn't even realize how much he’s been influenced by you.

Chanhee:

he meets you through mutual friends and they warn him like “yeahhh she looks really scary around ppl she doesn’t know but be warned, she’s SUPER talkative once you get to know her” and chanhee’s like “scary around ppl you don’t know? a girl after my own heart” and so you immediately click like---yeahh bffs! you both look scary in public tbh, but when you’re alone you just talk and talk and he just listens with heart eyes bc he loves listening. and you always look so happy when you’re with him or your friends and he’s just like “ahhhhhhh she’s so cute!!!” even when you look like you want to murder someone out in public. you’ll both just glare at ppl together when out in public sometimes even though you’re happy together, just to annoy your friends lol. chanhee never judges you or forces you to talk with ppl when you’re feeling uncomfortable. he 100% understands and instead of saying things like “you should just tryyyy to talk to someone new!!!” he’d be like “what? you’re feeling uncomfortable? mmkay, let’s go...rn!” and y’all would leave-- doesn’t even matter where you were at.

Changmin:

would be like “??????” the first time you felt comfortable enough around him to open up. he thought your gloomy face and quiet personality was who you always were and he was starting to fall in love with that part of you when you burst open like the sunshine and just talked and laughed freely. and then you’re like “oh,,, i’m sorry. did i startle you?” and he’d be like *shocked pikachu face* “oh my goodness no! your laugh is ADORABLE!!!!” and then he’d constantly do things to make you smile and laugh and bring up topics he knew you could talk about for days bc he’s just so in love with you. every part of your personality is endearing to him. he’d tease you after you’d been dating for a while and he knew the limit to which he could tease you without going too far. he’d pretend not to know you and look all scared if he ”happened” to end up standing next to you and like jokingly make a “help me” face to his friends and then someone would notice and start to walk up to him to rescue him from the scary quiet girl and then he’d start laughing and hold your hand while you rolled your eyes.

Haknyeon:

confused. how could you be so different around strangers than when you were with him? even with your friends your social battery would run out soon. but when you were with him?? you had no limit to your energy and excitement and you showed your happiness so easily to him whereas with others you looked scared and skeptical even if you were happy. he worried about you a lot at the beginning of your relationship,,, like you’d be standing there zoning out, not talking to anyone, and he’d be like “gosh, is she ok???? did someone say something upsetting to her????? did she receive bad news????” and he’d rush over to you as soon as he could whenever he saw you starting to look abandoned and sad out in public. after dating for a while you learned to just constantly hang on to his arm bc he protected you from strangers trying to converse with you. when you two were alone you both talked a lot but you laughed even more, like you would have deep meaningful conversations and then just switch to telling the lamest jokes and rolling on the floor dying with laughter and then he’d just look at you while you were smiling and wiping away tears from laughing and he’d smile thinking he was the luckiest guy in the world to have you--- all to himself!

Sunwoo:

wouldn’t even be surprised the first time you hung out together and you really opened up. like he could tell there was a lot more to you than your quietness and rbf. when you first started dating some ppl that knew you both would be like “she looks scary af. what if she’s really boring and like,,, mean??” and he’d *cue the tongue in the cheek thing* “shut up”. once you two were dating for a while he would get so used to your talkative bright personality that when ppl are like “ohhh! you’re dating y/n! the really quiet girl?” he’d be like “who tf are you talking about! I’m dating y/n” and they’d be like *confusion*. he knows your quiet personality in public is a part of who you are and he respects that, but like he doesn’t really even remember that part of you, bc most of your time together is spent alone and he knows that’s when you’re most comfortable and your true self. absolutely HATES when ppl misunderstand you and then hold that against you. you don’t really care but he gets really protective over you.

Eric:

would think it was SO cute! he would coo and tease you gently when you were in public together making you crack a smile. when you started dating and he saw that you matched his energy he would be ecstatic! like he could not wait until you were home and in your comfort zone so you could be crazy together and laugh and talk for hours. sometimes in public old ladies would be like “deary,, you must remember to smile sometimes for your pretty bf here” and Eric would be like “????” “she does, but only when we’re alone” and then he would like flirtatiously smile at you causing you to blush and causing the old lady to feel kinda uncomfortable (as she should) literally does not phase him at all that you’re so different around strangers. like he doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t think it’s weird either. if you’re standing there like “ughhh i hate ppl” written all over your face you’ll just smile to himself bc yeahh he just thinks it’s cute that you’re that way (idek) and then when someone tries to talk with you and he’s around he’ll swoop over and be like “hi. I’m her bf and spokesperson, how can I help”

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fanfic #the boyz #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin smith #chanhee #changmin #haknyeon #sunwoo #eric #haknyeon's smile gives life

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excitedlysuffering · 4 years

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Green With Envy

It’s past 2am and my eyes hurt so it’s unedited for now sorry y’all😅

Original Request (from Wattpad account): What makes the boys jealous, if possible?

Guest stars: Sasori and Sai!

Masterlist

Naruto~

Oh, this boy… he’s too oblivious sometimes he doesn’t even know to be jealous. He was at a hot spring with friends once and someone says, “(Y/N) is so hot…” Naruto just grinned and said, “Yeah, she really is.”

But that doesn’t mean he won’t protect your honor. If someone says something a little too… risque like ‘Yeah, I’d tap that’ for example, get ready for more Narutos than you can count all charging you with a Rasengan.

He will not stand other guys cozying up to you. He’s the one who should be blessed with your hugs and cuddles. Won’t hesitate to cause a scene and yell to the entire world that he loves you and won’t let any other guy make a pass at you.

“Naruto, you didn’t need to go that far! You blasted him through three walls!” He’s endearing, really.

Sasuke~

Is jealousy an Uchiha thing or just a Sasuke thing? One of life’s many mysteries. Anywho, unlike Naruto, the second your name is brought up in conversation, he goes on guard and he’s listening closely.

If anything is said that he deems inappropriate, whether it be disparaging or otherwise, Sasuke had better be held back or he just might punch you into next week.

“Sasuke, calm down! He just said I had good taste in clothes!”

Even though he can easily get jealous, he knows the importance of freedom and he trusts you. He won’t come guns blazing (or sword slashing rather) and drag you away unless you need it of course.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel like you’re dating your dad or something. He’s very blunt and if he becomes uneasy with the way another male is talking to you, he’ll let said male know. Maybe after scowling with his Sharingan activated, however.

Neji~

Neji doesn’t really get jealous per se, more like offended on your behalf. Because of his upbringing, which taught him manners and the utmost respect, he really can’t understand talking about girls like they’re objects? Will never refer to a woman as ‘hot’ or anything like that.

If someone even dares speak of you like that, (even if you’re not necessarily together yet) he will fight them, and they will experience the 64 palms technique.

He especially hates people in your personal space. He really does trust you, just not others. Is not afraid to embarrass someone on your behalf. Half the time his glare is enough to scare them off, but some people are just clueless. (They wake up in the hospital)

“Neji! You can’t just throw me over your shoulder and leave! And that guy looked like he had seen a ghost?!” Needless to say, even cool, calm, and collected Neji has his limits.

Shikamaru~

Shika is too laid back to get jealous over little things. Somewhat like Neji, he doesn’t get jealous. He might feel threatened on your behalf, but never jealous. He can trust you with his life why shouldn’t he trust you with your relationship?

However, if someone is clearly harassing you or just generally making you uncomfortable, he will not hesitate to step in and make them leave. He won’t resort to physical violence (too much work), but he will intimidate them or put his genius to use and play some kind of trick on them.

He honestly has endless patience and at the same time no patience? Patience with you if you’re having a pleasant conversation with someone, but will go from 0-100 (or 50, really, anything more is a lot of effort) real quick.

“Shika, that guy thought he was really paralyzed, thanks to your shadow possession!” Being jealous is a waste of time, but clever revenge is always a treat for Shika.

Kiba~

So. Jealous. So. Easily. Kiba is naturally animalistic (in the best way) and just like a dog, can be very possessive. If explicitly asked, he will try to tone down his jealous fits, but will still be protective. If he does have free reign, however, oh boy…

No chill at all, whatsoever. Whether it’s absolutely destroying the object of his rage or just simply making out with you right there. No matter how annoyed he may get, he respects you with every fiber of his being and would never tell you to change or try to control you. He wouldn’t ever embarrass you (unless Kiba and Akamaru pummeling a room full of guys is embarrassing).

Just let him FIND OUT someone is making you feel the slightest bit of unease. One second, they’re chatting you up and then BAM! There’s a flash of white and a huge dog ready to maul them.

“Kiba, what do you mean they all looked at me for too long?! We walked in the door, of course, they turned to look!”

Gaara~

Gaara is a bit of a conundrum, but in a way that makes sense? Like, he doesn’t feel the need to get jealous of guys because when you leave, he’s going to be kissing you goodnight, and he’s the one who gets to spoil you.

However, he will get jealous of little things. Oh, you’ve spent a good amount of time playing with an animal/pet? Be prepared to walk in on Gaara giving them a stern lecture on stealing you from them. Gaara knows he has any potential suitors beat, but tiny adorable animals and children? In his mind, he can never be too cautious.

He gets a little pouty but that can easily be cured with cuddles, sometimes with that evil little pet that stole your affections from him. He can never stay jealous for long, he views it as an unproductive waste of time. He could be actively trying to get your attention, but instead, he’s going to be sulking in a corner? Yeah, no.

“Gaara! Stop scolding my cat, that’s not doing anything!”

Sai~

On the rare occasion that this cinnamon roll gets jealous, he’s confused and shocked. Like just imagine the surprised Pikachu face and that’s him. He knows what jealousy is, he can identify it just fine, but he doesn’t know why he’s jealous.

You aren’t doing anything, all you did was laugh at someone else’s jokes, but still… do you find them funnier than him? Are you going to leave him because he’s not that funny?! Cue the slow onset into insanity… Poor Sai is losing his mind to paranoia and made-up scenarios.

Will most certainly drag you away (gently) from whoever is taking your attention and leave. He doesn’t even bother with a fake smile, they don’t deserve it. He’ll explain to you calmly even though he’s panicking on the inside. Once he is back to normal he’ll show you his nearest artwork.

“What the-! Sai, you can’t just draw caricatures on people’s car!” You don’t even want to know how he figures out which car is theirs...

Kakashi~

Too cocky to be jealous. He has the right to be though because one glance at him without his face mask can cause instant pregnancy. Anywho, he knows you love him and some guy trying to hit on you like some high school douche isn’t going to change that.

He does like to intervene, however, just to flex like ‘yeah, I’m the boyfriend, now get lost’.

He’s not big on PDA, so he won’t start kissing you to ward off strangers, but he will wrap on arm around you or hold your hand and ask who your ‘friend’ is.

When there’s that one stubborn person who won’t take a hint, Kakashi doesn’t mind rocking someone’s world or getting kicked out, he needed to perfect that one offense technique anyways. He’s pretty laid back though, so it has to be somewhat drastic for this though, plus he knows you can handle yourself.

“A thousand years of death?! Isn’t it weird to be poking old men in the butt?!

~Akatsuki~

Pein~

Pfft. Who does he have to be jealous of? He’s a god among mortals, after all. To him, you’re a goddess and as such you belong with someone like him, not the peasants around you.

But on the offhand chance that someone doesn’t heed his godly status, he will not hesitate to pull you into his side and yell ‘Almighty Push’ and totally obliterate that loser. (A/N: Holy crap I think that needs to be a one-shot cuz, wow, Pein being all protective is making me swoon?)

If it’s not a big deal, he’ll easily let you take care of it. If you’re strong enough to catch Pein’s attention, you’re more than strong enough to deal with some lowlife. That doesn’t mean, however, that they won’t feel his wrath too.

If you ever want to witness a true royal rumble, dare someone to mess with Pein’s S/O. It’d be an epic tag team match (slaughter, really) for the ages. One would d be surprised how quick he can lose his cool when it comes to you.

“Pein, that’s the fifth time this month! Kakuzu is going to murder me if I ask for money to fix this wall!”

Deidara~

Need I even say it? Jealous boy all the way. You’re his favorite masterpiece so why should let an uncultured swine who doesn’t even understand your worth touch you? Rhetorical question, he wouldn’t.

He is not above fighting or placing a bomb on someone who gives you one too many glances. He’d make sure they knew it wasn’t art, they weren’t good enough for that, before blowing the offender up.

No one and he means no one gets to talk bad about his S/O. If someone insults you in his presence they might as well as swallowed one of his explosives and trusted him not to blow them up.

Will one 100% hide you from view if you look too appealing. He thinks you look ravishing, but he’s the only one who should be able to think that, in his opinion. Don’t worry, no one’s ever gotten close enough to harass you with Dei around. His one-eyed scowl is a great deterrent.

“Deidara! You blew up my favorite restaurant! He didn’t even say anything to me!”

Sasori~

Would rather die before admitting he was jealous. As adamant about not being jealous as he is about art being eternal. That’s not to say that he won’t take action though. He will use chakra strings to make the perpetrator walk away, meanwhile making them bump into literally everything in the general vicinity.

The two of you don’t leave the base all that often so it’s unusual to see an envious Sasori action, but it’s a real treat when it happens. After he deals with whatever idiot crossed him, he’ll be a bit more affectionate that day/night.

Not huge things, but instead of working on puppets all night, he’d be more apt to hold you that night. Average people hitting on you make him insecure because he realizes he’s not that great at normal relationships but he still doesn’t want to lose you. That feeds into his jealousy and he figures the only way to get rid of it is to make sure those other guys can’t offer anything he doesn’t have.

“Sasori! If you wanted a hug, you could’ve said that instead of treating that guy like a ball inside of a pinball machine!”

#naruto x reader #sasuke x reader #neji x reader #shikamaru x reader #kiba x reader #gaara x reader #sai x reader #kakashi x reader #pein x reader #deidara x reader #sasori x reader #naruto scenarios #jealousy #naruto shippuden #request

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nightmaremerchant · 3 years

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okay ik this is an opinion no one asked for but now im thinking about the whole dan and phil joint branding as opposed to Dan Branding™ and Phil Branding™. also this is fully adding onto posts on @ browncesario and @ demonetisation’s blogs and i feel too awkward to tag them bc i dont wanna make anyone feel obligated to read this lol but if i repeat anything they said or their anons said its not on purpose!

but like, full disclaimer while i love dan and phil i feel like its always been kind of obvious that they were marketing their relationship to us? obv not so much anymore but like... as much as people who dont keep up w dnp like to pretend that their only awareness of us as a fanbase was creepy objectifying shippers who should feel ashamed for harassing them etc etc, they’ve always been way more tuned into their audience than i think people realize. like they’ve *known* what we’re like, and i dont even mean just the bad parts. like they *know* that a lot of their fanbase is queer and genuinely has looked up to them as queer role models long before they were out, and a lot of that hinges on us understanding they were a couple. and ik they resented it and i wasn’t really part of the fanbase until a few years ago but hearing stories of how dan would react on liveshows sometimes and the like, barely concealed resentment for the fans sometimes shows that while they definitely had issues with it (which like,,, is fair), they also knew they were kind of stuck in a rut. because if their primary source of fans are people who like seeing them together, that meant that their success as youtubers/creators/etc depended on keeping those fans right where they were.

and to be clear! i know ive never been here primarily for their relationship; i started watching them bc i thought they were funny together and had a good dynamic, which wouldve been possible even if they really were just friends. i didnt get emotionally invested in the projection part of it until later. but even so, i was always aware as a fan that they were selling to us the speculation of their relationship.

and this is def pulling from other posts ive seen today but considering the fanfic part of tatinof, the fact that they wrote fanfic in tabinof and incorporated shippy fan art into the youtube versions, giving the people what they want, even little things like the conjoined baking challenge vid.... they wanted us to stay curious about their relationship. Even if on a very real level it was literally bringing back trauma for them, there was this weird cognitive dissonance between “im angry at people for speculating about us” and “look here, dont stop speculating about us! look we’re sharing a sweater! look we’re being ~domestic~ in ditls!”

which is also why i thought the hiatus wouldnt last long tbh, like i was genuinely shocked that after the success of ii they would completely separate their brandings from each other in 2019. and i wont @ this person but someone said it best years ago when they said that joint branding had to die for dnp to come out. bc it really did; how could they keep up the speculation if we have literally almost all the puzzle pieces laid out? when they’ve primed their audience to actively hunt down these pieces (even if again, they would rather have not, esp given what they each talked about in their coming out videos), but they dont *want* us to put it all together, how could they sustainably make joint content while keeping the speculation fanbase there? bc once the speculation is over, people are gonna keep wanting more. (and disclaimer i really dont think this applies to like....anyone i follow on here tbh bc in general i feel like we’re fine w them keeping their boundaries where they are, but we’ve all seen posts like that that indicate that people *will* want more, and thats something that they’re unwilling to give and understandably so).

anyway this all goes to the main thing that brought all this on today lol, ever since 2019 they’ve been trying to cultivate their own separate branding from each other, and while i’m here for it tbh, surely they know that they’ll never escape their old joint branding. Which also means never escaping the spectre of relationship speculation. so i have mixed feelings about seeing dan act shocked that people could ever speculate about his private life once he became famous bc like 1) thats literally just what happens when you become famous, and 2) ....he and phil egged it on up to a point, and that doesnt mean it didnt upset them but it definitely feels off for dan to always be so pikachu face about having had fans that speculated about his relationship. like dan you literally wrote erotic fanfiction about you and phil, pieced together fan art illustrating it that showed you and phil in a homoerotic lens, and yet you’re *still* acting shocked and indignant that fans got invested in your relationship/the possibility of your relationship?? idk man. its confusing bc at the time i took things like that as “oh, we’re in on the joke,” but ever since 2019 they’ve made it more clear that we’re not, but we’re also not *not* in on it to an extent (looking at you, cah phan edition)

so im def still excited for dan’s book (like the subject doesnt terribly interest me tbh but i do wanna see what he does with it and read whatever highlights inevitably get posted on here), but as always w the end of regular joint content, im lowkey here for the over-analyzing about the relationship between dan, phil, their fans, and their content bc dear god we never run out of material to rant about

#see this is why i knew i needed to make my own post instead of a tag rant that someone fully did not ask for lmao #and i might delete this one too tbh #i just wanted to get my thoughts out here #bc while we’re being critical i have Opinions lol #but i really do still love them!#fully comfort youtubers and that’ll never change #im here bc they’re funny but im also here bc they’re fun to poke at #and the whole community on here is fun to analyze #anyway #dnp #my post #long post //#i’d say lemme know if i should tag anything so ppl can block posts like this #but its not like i make them a lot anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#im mostly just here to procrastinate editing my actual essays for school

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z-iridest · 4 years

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(A/N: Okay, guys, I hope you enjoy a little Denki Kaminari fluff ^.^ A big thank you to @lxvely-mha for helping me with the idea, if you haven't checked out their blog, YOU HAVE NOT LIVED! Lxvly, this is for you, and I hope you don't mind if I drew from your headcannons for Denki Kaminari as a boyfriend)

Hungry Eyes: A Denki Kaminari x Shy & Clumsy Female! Reader One Shot

It all started with a dance....

As the daughter of a pro hero, I had to be ready for anything. A villain attack, random people wanting an autograph from my Dad, and my Dad's infamous loud as hell outbursts to name a few. Considering that the Pro Hero I'm talking about is Present Mic, it's actually kind of ironic that his daughter is a silent, shy klutz that has a similar quirk to his. Mine is literally a sonic scream.....

My clumsiness is going to be my death one day. It's why I've never danced at any school dances, preferring to be either sitting on the sidelines, or next to the DJ booth (sometimes in it if my Dad was the DJ). I'd already embarrassed myself several times tripping over anything and everything, no reason to do it with an audience. To be fair, my Dad did try teaching me how to dance..... Hours of sore feet on my Dad's end later and me falling on my rear way too many times, we were both ready to call it quits. Speaking of my Dad....

There's only a handful of people I've ever talked outloud to: My Dad, My Mom, and my Uncle: Shota Aizawa (yeah, Aizawa is my godfather, get over it). Everyone else, I talk to using JSL or writing down what I want to say. I only talk to people I'm not comfortable around when it's an absolute necessity. Why? Allow me to take you back a few months ago....

See, when I first started at U.A., I started dating this guy... You actually know him. Remember Monoma from Class 1-B? Yeah....

Well, everything was going great with him... Until I caught him making out with a different girl. He had the audacity to tell me it was my own fault for not measuring up to his "perfect standards" and told me I'd never be good enough to live up to my Dad's rep as a Pro Hero, that I was a waste of space. I kinda just shut down after that, refusing to talk to my Dad or Uncle Shota for a while, especially since Monoma spread a rumor around school that I was quirkless. That got me bullied a bit until Dad got wind of it.....

Boy, was he mad....

But don't worry! Everything's fine now. The rumors died down about a month ago, though I think that was mainly due to me joining the BakuSquad.... For those who don't know, the BakuSquad is a group of a bunch of loveable goofballs and their explosive pomeranian of a leader: Katsuki Bakugo. Mina was the one who brought me into the group, and thank god, they never pushed me to talk. I mainly just listened to their antics and tried to hold back fits of laughter. It almost felt normal...

Almost....

Since we broke up, Monoma has a bad habit of cornering me at my locker after school to try to get me to go back to dating him. I always tell him no, and he pushes me around until either Kirishima, Bakugo, Sero or Kaminari come looking for me. I think deep down, he's scared half to hell of Kaminari, because the one time Monoma didn't stop when Kaminari told him to... Oh boy, Pikachu Boy went all out on Monoma, shocking him until he made a run for it. It was actually really funny to watch, I won't lie.....

Back to what I was saying: As the kid of a pro hero, you have to be ready for anything. But, that's where fate'll get you good...

When you least expect it, fate can just (excuse my french) bitch slap you out of nowhere. For example.....

"You did what?!" The only reason I was talking to Mina and Jiro at that second was out of shock. We were in my dorm room, so there was no one around to hear me talk anyways outside of Mina and Jirou.

"Mina decided to nominate you and Kaminari for the couple to do the first dance at the Mid-Summer Dance this year for the first years, and you guys won the school's vote." Jirou told me. I let out a humiliated whine and plopped facedown onto my pillow. The Mid Summer Dance was a school wide dance party to have fun in the final days of summer. One couple from each year did the first, second and third slow dances, the first years being the ones to kick off the actual dance. I felt a hand on my back.

"Aww, come on, Y/N, it's not that bad." Mina's voice told me. I sat up faster than Iida can run, and looked at her with a look that told her I thought she was crazy.

"Are you forgetting who you're talking to? The resident klutz of U.A. High, that's who! I'm gonna die, that's it! Game over, no pro hero career for me! Y/N Yamada, dead at 16! Cause of death: Embarrassing tumble in front of the whole school! I'll be lucky if the dress I wear that night doesn't rip or something on the way there." I burried my face in my pillow again. "Besides, I don't know how to dance. I've always avoided the dancefloor at parties or anything like that."

"Why don't you just ask Kaminari to teach you how to dance?" Jirou asked.

"I've never talked in front of him, remember? And I can't ask him, it'd be too embarrassing." I reminded Jirou.

"Fine, if you won't ask Kaminari to teach you how to dance, I'll ask him for you." Mina's words pierced me with more horror than any thriller movie. Believe me, that's saying something because I hate horror movies.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I shouted, jumping up, but Mina was already out of my room, calling for Kaminari. I raced out of my room after her, but by the time I caught up, she was already telling Kaminari. Crap....The second Kaminari locked eyes with me, I bolted back into my room and hid in the closet. Damn it, Mina! I felt heat rise to my face. Great, now I'm blushing.... Just a few minutes later, I heard footsteps. They stopped before I heard voices.

"Jirou, have you seen Y/N?" Kaminari's voice.

"She's hiding in there." Traitor. I heard footsteps walk away. Okay, maybe Kaminari walked away. Maybe he...

"Y/N?" Damn it, he didn't walk away. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't dance?" I slowly came out of the closet and signed my answer in JSL.

I thought it was obvious. I'm the resident klutz of U.A., so....

"You're scared of falling in front of everyone? You always seem so fearless." Kaminari told me, sitting on my bed. I gave him a You've gotta be kidding me look as I sat down next to him. "I'm serious!"

Looks can be deceiving. I'm scared of everything. I put on a facade during training to make it look like I'm not scared when I actually am.

"You're still such a badass... Anyway, back to the dance. What were you gonna do when the night of the dance came and you still didn't know how to dance?" Kaminari asked me. I shrugged.

I would have figured out something.

"Like what, bailing on the dance all together?" Kaminari asked, raising an eyebrow. I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it. That had been the last resort. "That's what I thought." He stood up and offered his hand to me. "Come on, the dance is a couple weeks away, but we'd better start now if you're gonna be ready." With no other choice, I placed my hand in Kaminari's, a sudden spark flowing from me to him.

And it wasn't from his quirk.

I didn't have time to ponder what the spark even was, because Kaminari pulled me up off my bed and started pulling me to the gym where the dance would be held. I had just enough time to notice how perfectly my hand seemed to fit in his. What's wrong with me?

It was then that the real work began. While keeping up with studying and homework from all my classes (which I had to help Kaminari with most of), and planning the dance with the Dance Committee, I was taking dance lessons with Kaminari. Surprisingly, no matter how much I stepped on his toes, he stayed patient and helped me through it. Everytime I tripped and started falling, he caught me easily. "Now that the worst's happened, you don't have to be scared. I've got you." Kaminari had told me with a wink the first time I had tripped and he had caught me. I have no idea why, but I started blushing like an idiot around him, and kept tripping outside of our dance lessons, worse than my normal clumsiness. If this is what having a crush was, I was falling hard for the human Pikachu.... Literally.

Before I knew it, it was the day before the dance. Kaminari and I danced alone in the gym, and much to my own surprise, I didn't trip. Not once. Kaminari was grinning wider than a Cheshire cat when we finally finished.

"Yes! I knew you could do it, that was awesome!" Kaminari exclaimed with the biggest smile on his face as he pumped both fists in the air. I covered my mouth to keep a laugh in, but it slipped out in a giggle. When I looked up, Denki was looking at me with the most adorable look ever. His head was tilted to one side slightly, and his eyes held this just... Adoring look. "Y'know... Your laugh is adorable." I felt the heat rise to my face as I looked away from him. "I mean it." He made me look at him, giving me a sweet smile. He was so close, one single move from either of us, and we'd be kissing. He cleared his throat after a good long minute, giving me a sheepish smile. "Want to run through it one more time?" He asked me. I nodded and we danced again. I couldn't stop the smile on my face as I danced, feeling happy for the first time in a long time. I noticed that the more I smiled, the more Denki smiled. As we finished the routine perfectly for the second time that day, I felt Denki interlace his fingers with mine, the look on his face serious. He raised one hand, gently cupping the side of my face. My heart started pounding fiercely against my chest. What was going to happen next? "Y/N.... I want to ask you something...." He told me, his eyes and his voice soft. Just as he opened his mouth to continue, my phone rang. I groaned.

"Sorry, I gotta take this." I shrugged before answering my phone.

"Y/N, where are you? We have to do the final preparations for the party!" Mina's voice shrilled at the other end. Iida must have been right there, otherwise she wouldn't have called me about something like this.

"Do I really have to be there?" I asked.

"No, I just need you to answer a couple things over the phone." Mina told me.

"Go for it." I told her, giving Kaminari an apologetic look. He gave me a thumbs up as if silently telling me it was fine. I leaned against the wall behind me as I listened to Mina's questions, answering each one. Everytime I talked, I noticed Denki having that same adoring look on his face. Just as I shifted against the wall a bit, I saw Kaminari start to walk over to me.

"Y/N?" Kaminari called my name, and I noticed he had a determined look on his face."I was wondering... Do you want to go to the dance with me?" I put the phone down for a second, feeling a little confused.

"Yeah, I mean, the BakuSquad's all going together, right? I think Bakugo has us leaving the dorms around 7 or something..." I told him. I heard Mina call my name and put the phone back to my ear. Jeeze, how many more questions did this girl have?

"No, I mean, with me." Denki told me. What was he getting at?

"Yeah, I can swing by your dorm around 6:30." I told him. He did mean arrive there as a group with the squad.... Didn't he? Mina asked me another question before I could think about what he meant. "Yeah, when you're facing the stage it has to go on the left... Right." I shook my head as Mina sounded confused. "No, the left, not the right." I heard Denki mumble something under his breath, something along the lines of,

"Oh man, this is gonna be hard." I suddenly felt his hand on mine as he placed his other arm on the wall next to me. Is he... Doing the kabedon on me? I felt my cheeks turn bright red, as he was really, really close to me now. I was forced to look into his gold eyes, which held a very serious look. "Y/N..." He moved my phone fully from my ear, keeping my closed hand in his. I swear, Mina was intently listening in, because I could hear her suddenly go silent on the other line. "Would you.... Be my date for the Mid-Summer Dance?" A smile crept onto my face, which caused him to chuckle a bit. "And... If you don't absolutely hate me by the end of it... Would you... consider... Maybe, being more than friends?" I smiled up at him brighter. I was getting asked out by my crush! "Maybe?"

"Like... Boyfriend and girlfriend where we can... Hold hands instead of just fist bumping and slugging each other all the time, and... We can text, and I can tell you how great you are, because, Kaminari, you really are great, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world, you're so sweet and adorable, and..." I suddenly felt something warm and soft against my lips, effectively cutting me off. Despite the dark blush on my face, I melted into Denki's kiss. When we finally pulled away, he grinned down at me.

"First of all, you call me Denki. And second, if anyone's the lucky one, it's me, sweetheart." I closed my eyes and blushed darker, if it was humanly possible, as he softly kissed my forehead. I giggled and hugged him, feeling him hug me back. "Well then, milady, until tomorrow night." He grinned goofily as he held my hand in his, bowing and pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand. With a wink and the most adorable smile, he was gone.

When I got back to the dorms, I was greeted by all the girls, each one having the stupidest smile on their faces as they all sat in the common room. I blushed under their stares and said only two words, knowing Mina had heard what had happened after dance practice and had told all the girls. "Shut up." I told them, causing all of them to burst into a giggle fit.

Right after school the next day, the girls of 1-A practically dragged me to my room to get me ready for the dance. Mina, Momo and Ochaco teamed up on picking the dress while Toru and Jirou teamed up on curing my hair. Once my hair was finished being curled and fully hair sprayed, Toru pinned one side of my hair out of my face with bobby pins before Mina, Asui and Ochaco carefully helped me into the dress they chose: an adorable white, off the shoulder sundress that fell to my knees in length. While Ochaco grabbed a pair of white heels for me to wear, Mina did my makeup for me. I put my heels on myself once Mina was done and grabbed my purse, blushing when I saw that all the girls were admiring their work. "Twirl, Y/N! Twirl for us!" Toru cheered at me. I blushed and twirled. The dress spun before falling back into place, the girls awwing before I spoke up, looking at the time.

"Uh, guys? It's 6:45." My words forced them into action, a unanimous:

"Oh, crap!" Leaving each of the girls as they scampered off to go get ready, realizing they had very little time left to ready themselves because of fawning over every little detail when it came to me. I giggled and looked at my reflection. I didn't look completely like myself, but for the first time in a long time... I felt... Beautiful.

At 7, I left the comfortable confines of my room to join everyone else in the common room. I felt my face turn dark red as the chatter from the boys suddenly stopped, all attention on me.

"Damn, Yamada, you look great." Kirishima spoke up first, a grin on his face.

"Great? Try goregous!" Sero spoke up. All the boys except for Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Kamin... I mean Denki, started arguing about what word was best to describe me. I snuck a look at Denki. That teasing bastard was wearing black dress pants with really nice black shoes and a tucked in, white button up shirt with the top two buttons undone. He just had to dress like that for tonight... I exchanged glances with Denki, and I swear, there was a shit-eating grin on Kaminari's face as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Man, if I'd known you'd get all cleaned up this good for me, I would have asked you out weeks ago." Denki told me as he looked down at me.

"Blame the girls, they wouldn't let me out of my room until I accepted their wish to do a full on makeover." I blushed darker. "You cleaned up really nice too, by the way." He grinned down at me before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Only for my baby... Besides, girls should know you didn't need to put on makeup and style your hair just to impress me, princess. You're beautiful to me no matter what you look like." He whispered in my ear before softly kissing the tip of my nose. I hid my dark red face in his chest as Kaminari spoke up over the guys, cutting off their arguement. "It's all very flattering, but the best word to describe her is simple: Angelic." I could practically feel the cheesy smile he was shooting at me in that second. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to respond, but the girls had joined us just then.

When we got there, Dad was blasting music left and right, doing his DJ thing as always. I laughed a bit as I saw him living up. I had to admit, the decoration committee did an awesome job at turning the big old gym into a dancefloor. I felt Kaminari kiss my cheek and I turned toward him. "Go ahead and say hi to your Dad, I'll grab us some punch." He told me. I smiled and nodded before pulling him down into a quick kiss... Which he turned into 3 sweet little pecks. I giggled and he winked before leaving my side. As I made my way toward the DJ booth, Jirou caught me.

"Y'know, we all knew he had a crush on you. As soon as you guys started doing dance lessons, he suddenly stopped flirting with all the girls and started keeping Mineta in line." She told me.

"Seriously?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, Mina and I knew it was a matter of time before he asked you out. We just weren't expecting it to happen yesterday." She told me. I smiled. "I really am happy for you guys. You especially look extremely happy."

"I haven't smiled like this in a long time, Jirou." I told her honestly. She smiled and we exchanged a hug before I continued walking toward my Dad. He grinned when he saw me and exited the DJ booth for a second to give me a hug.

"You look beautiful, baby bird." Dad told me, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. I smiled up at him.

"Thanks, Dad." I told him.

"You nervous for the dance?"

"A little. But, I've been practicing for the past two weeks, so I think I'll be okay."

"Who is your partner anyway? Everytime I was about to find out, I got pulled away."

"You'll see, Dad." I winked at him before leaving to rejoin Denki. Instead, I ran into the only person who could ruin the night for me.....

"Wow, Y/N, you never dressed like this for me." Monoma crooned at me.

"I never felt comfortable until now, please excuse me." I said as I started to walk away. My heart came to a slamming hault in my chest as Monoma grabbed my wrist, stopping me from going anywhere. "M-Monoma, let me go!" I told him, feeling a panic attack coming on. My anxiety was shooting through the roof....

"You're not going anywhere with him." Monoma hissed at me. "You're mine."

"Not anymore." I yanked my wrist out of his grip, gingerly holding it. "Denki cares about me way more than you ever could care. You don't care about anyone but yourself, and I'd take back dating you if I could." I told him, trying to calm myself down. He growled, roughly grabbing my arm and pushing me into a corner. My breathing got so short, I couldn't breathe.

"Wrong move." He snarled at me. Right before he could touch me, he yelped, a spark of electricity zapping through him. Behind him was Denki, his quirk crackling in his right hand, and boy did he looked pissed.

"Denki." A breath of relief left me as I scampered behind him, feeling his right hand hold mine as Monoma growled angrily, getting back up.

"Nobody puts my baby in a corner." Denki snarled, aiming a bolt of his quirk at the ground near Monoma's feet. That blue eyed, selfish blond screamed like a girl and ran for it, his classmates laughing at him while Kendo scolded him. As soon as Monoma was gone, Denki deactivated his quirk, turned around and wrapped his arms around me protectively. "You okay, babe?" He asked. I nodded.

"I am now." I told him before kissing his cheek. "Thanks for saving me." He grinned down at me and winked just as my Dad announced that it was time to dance. He let go of me and offered his arm.

"Shall we, milady?" He asked. I giggled and took his arm.

"Do you even have to ask?" I questioned in counter. He chuckled before leading me to the dancefloor. Once of the floor, we took our starting positions before the beat of the song started. (A/N: Start listening to Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen for this part ^.^).

As soon as the beat started, we started to move, our eyes never leaving each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see all of Class 1-A gathered around us, watching us as we danced. "Everyone's watching us." I whispered to him.

"They don't matter right now. It's just you and me right now, baby." He whispered back with a grin. I giggled as I had fun, dancing with him. I knew, without a doubt, that my Dad was watching us, and I mentally cringed. Denki wasn't exactly popular with the teachers in a good way..... My thoughts distracted me enough to make me trip over my own feet after the second verse. Thank God for Denki, because he caught me and made it look like he was dipping me, which caused our classmates to cheer. He winked. "Told you I'd catch you." He softly told me. I smiled and we continued to dance, Denki spinning me at certain points and the next dip he did being during the instrumental after the bridge after twirling me again.

We continued dancing until the music started to fade out, stopping in the middle and slowly bringing our conjoined hands down. A roar of applause thundered from the crowd and Denki pulled me into a hug. I did it.... I danced with my boyfriend without getting embarrased! I felt him tense a bit after a second and I turned to see my Dad giving Denki the "I'm watching you" look. I rolled my eyes and pulled Denki into a kiss, feeling him hold me tighter as we kissed.

This night couldn't have been more perfect.....

Epliouge ( A/N: Extra just for fun!)

A couple days after the dance, Monoma tried to corner me again, this time being stupid enough to do it while the BakuSquad was still around me. I heard a snarl leave my boyfriend, but I put my hand out, stopping him from doing anything as I glared at my ex as he fired off insult after insult at me. But, he really crossed the line, pissing me off in the process, when he insulted Denki. Finally having had enough, I slammed my locker shut and faced Monoma with the sharpest glare on my face. If looks could kill.... "Monoma, you are absolutely pathetic. You can say whatever you want about me, but insulting my boyfriend? It's about time you GET A LIFE!" I used my quirk on Monoma, letting out the loud energy I had contained for months on end thanks to him. He flew backwards and hit the wall while Sero, Kirishima, even Bakugo laughed their asses off. Denki smirked as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Told you: You're a badass." Denki told me.

"Come on, guys, let's get the hell out of here." I told my friends, walking out beside my boyfriend.

(A/N: Tada! ^.^ Hope you guys enjoyed!)

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rigonelli · 5 years

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Hey! I enjoyed your story with the chicken! I was wondering if you still took writing prompts and if yes if you could write something about the newest update with HT and MGS peeling a mango at the supermarket? Thank you, even if you don't have time to do it :)

He Tian looked over Mo Guan Shan’s shoulders at the mango being sliced by experienced hands.

Damn. It looked so easy when Mo Guan Shan did it. But He Tian had learned his lesson and would never try to help him do his job again. At least not when it came to the truly delicate stuff.

“Container!” Mo Guan Shan ordered, lifting his hand for He Tian to put a container in it.

He Tian gladly obliged, happy to be of help. Besides, he still owed Guan Shan for that one massacred mango. The boss had kept half of Guan Shan’s pay for that, which was just mean. But He Tian had never worked in a supermarket, so he had no idea if that was a normal thing or not. Anyway, from now on, he vowed he wouldn’t be a nuisance anymore. Guan Shan had been pretty upset with him.

“Lid!”

He Tian quickly put a lid in Guan Shan’s hands and watched how he wrapped up the mango so it was ready to be presented in the ‘ready-to-eat’-aisle.

“Mango!”

They worked like a well-oiled machine, He Tian thought, as he put a mango in Guan Shan’s hands. It had been a while since Guan Shan had snapped at him for doing something wrong. Although he was cute when he was annoyed, He Tian had come to appreciate the moments when they were just at peace with each other. Just existing in the same space together, the promise of a touch always hovering within reach. Something to be given willingly, not to be taken.

“Container!”

Wait a minute, He Tian thought, stopping in his tracks.

Had Guan Shan trained him like a dog?

Even now, he couldn’t help but to reach for a container and put it in Guan Shan’s waiting hand.

My God – it was true. He Tian had been… domesticated.

“Lid!”

He Tian watched his own hand reach for the lid and pass it along. How strange. If Guan Shan’s voice had ordered him to strip naked and do a chicken dance on the counter, He Tian would have probably done it.

“Brother Mo,” He Tian murmured against Guan Shan’s nape. It was funny to see the hairs there stand up when he did that. “Do you see me as a dog?”

Now the nape before He Tian’s face started to turn an alarming shade of red. Good thing he hadn’t been cutting a mango, because the lid promptly fell from Guan Shan’s hand.

“How… how did you know?” Guan Shan croaked.

“Wow!”

“It was just that one dog!”

“Huh?”

“It looked just like you!” said Guan Shan, turning to look at He Tian’s face, probably to check if he was mad.

“You saw a dog that looked like me?”

“It was sleeping on the street.”

“Wow,” He Tian said again. “You think of me as some kind of street dog? Even though I’m richer than you?”

“No!” Guan Shan said, turning back to his box of mango, fussing with the lid. “It was… cute.”

“Oh my God – was that the dog you doodle everywhere?”

“MANGO!” Guan Shan said loudly.

A mango appeared in his hand. He Tian blinked – he hadn’t even realized he was putting it there. Maybe Guan Shan should become a dog trainer or something.

They easily fell back into their routine. Maybe some weeks ago, He Tian would have prodded some more, trying his hardest to make Guan Shan blush and shout. But the more time they spent together, the more He Tian realized how nice it felt to have someone open up to him. Especially after how they had met. He had come to care for Guan Shan. Really care for him, not just wanting him.

He had never known that something was missing – at school, everyone loved him. Everyone respected or feared him. Guan Shan had done none of that, which was why he was so intriguing. He had fought He Tian’s advances every step of the way. But it had been worth it – now He Tian had someone by his side who didn’t suck up to him, who was ready to protect him, whom he could send messages to any time of the day, who was there to fill his big, empty apartment. Who wasn’t afraid of the darkness, even after experiencing it all first hand.

Guan Shan had not trained him like a dog, He Tian realized. He had simply made him a better person.

There was only one thing missing.

“Hey, Mo…” He Tian whispered against Guan Shan’s nape again.

“Hm?”

The voice sounded nonchalant, but He Tian could still see the little hairs rise.

“I never apologized.”

“What for?” Guan Shan asked, calmly cutting his mango.

He Tian really wanted to bury his face in Guan Shan’s nape. It was only inches from his nose and his skin smelled nice and warm.

He wondered what had brought this about. It was a fairly normal day, they were doing a fairly normal thing. Just standing there, in the supermarket, cutting up mango after mango. Still, He Tian felt like this was the time – the time to set something straight, something he had carried about with him for a long time.

“Back then… When I kissed you. I didn’t think you’d be so disgusted by it. But I should have known. I should have asked. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Guan Shan simply stopped moving, knife still stuck in the mango. He Tian wondered what would happen now. They had never talked about it again. It had always been with them – the moment when Guan Shan turned away, disgust clear on his face. It had taken a lot to work past that moment. Or had they never truly worked past it at all?

He Tian was about to find out. Movement came back to Guan Shan – first of all, the skin on his neck reddened again, then the knife fell to the floor, along with the mango. He didn’t seem to care. He turned around to face He Tian, not even slightly taken aback by how close he was standing.

What was he going to say? He had a wild look in his eyes, so he was probably about to shout. He Tian braced for it, but all that happened was that Guan Shan reached for his supermarket cap, grabbed it by the visor, and turned it to the back of his head.

For some reason, that was funny. He Tian wasn’t sure why. Maybe because it reminded him of Ash Ketchum, about to point at He Tian and have his Pikachu shock him to dust.

Instead, Guan Shan leaned forward and kissed him.

It felt similar to being shocked to dust by a Pikachu, only so much better. There were hands on his neck, pulling him closer. He Tian couldn’t remember ever having been so close to any human. It was all he had wanted, all he had craved. Then Guan Shan’s mouth opened up and they were even closer, they were practically one.

He Tian couldn’t speak, once it was over. He could barely breathe. All he could do was look at those dark eyes in front of him and try to come up with words to express what he felt. Do it again. Never stop doing it.

I love you.

“Was that so damn hard, you idiot?” Guan Shan growled, letting go of He Tian’s face. Even though his voice didn’t waver, his red face betrayed him. He was just as shaken as He Tian.

Was this apology all he had been waiting for? He Tian could have kicked himself for not apologizing earlier. He had assumed that never bringing it up again would somehow make Guan Shan forget it. He had assumed that his eye-for-an-eye-style apology would cover it all, but that was stupid, of course. By beating up She Li, He Tian had proved he could protect Guan Shan from other people. But he had never proved that he could protect Guan Shan from himself.

“I’m sor-“ He Tian tried to say again, but a movement from behind Guan Shan caught his eyes and he trailed off.

The boss woman was standing there, and she was looking at the mango, which had rolled to the floor.

“Uhm…”

He had no time to warn Guan Shan – the woman was already screaming.

“GO HOME!” she yelled, making Guan Shan jump to face her. “YOU ARE COMPLETELY USELESS TODAY! I DON’T PAY YOU TO TOSS MY PRECIOUS MANGOES TO THE FLOOR!”

She took a deep breath.

“IN FACT – I WON’T!” she screamed. “NO PAY FOR TODAY!”

“Shit!” Guan Shan moaned under his breath. “Not again!”

The woman took another deep breath, but this time, it suddenly turned her completely calm.

“Other than that,” she said, pointing between the two of them, “Congratulations. He is really quite good looking.”

With that, she trotted away, leaving a completely shocked pair of teenagers and a few startled costumers in her wake.

“You cost me another payday!” Guan Shan scolded, once he gained his wits back.

“Can I pay you back with kisses?” He Tian grinned.

“No!”

“But I’m really quite good looking!”

“Still no,” said Guan Shan. “I got used to it. Besides, you look like a dog, remember?”

“Wow”, said He Tian, a third time. “Must have been a really quite good-looking dog, that one.”

They left the supermarket, bickering like an old married couple. He Tian didn’t even have to ask Guan Shan to come over. That was just normal now. Just like the brush of their hands as they walked side-by-side, just like the light in Guan Shan’s eyes, just as the protectiveness and the honesty and the vulnerability.

The trust, though.

The trust was new.

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bakusoftie · 5 years

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OMG HI IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN😳😳 IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO TALK TO YOU!!!! i love your work so much! Can i please get denki headcannons or just anything centered around him please and thx

OMFG IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO TALK TO YOU TOO UWU THE KIRI TO MY BAKU 🥵🥰

⚡️Denki Kaminari ⚡️ Relationship Headcanons

Denki is the best boyfriend oh my fucking god

he best boy i stg

He’s the type of boyfriend who will come to your dorm with exactly 69 chicken nuggets and all the Shrek movies and call it a date (best kind of date in my opinion 🥵)

Denki will send you funny wholesome memes during class and lovingly gaze at you blush and smile down at your phone screen. He’s such a softie omfg

You both have matching onesies (He has a Pikachu one and you have a Charmander one that you wack him with the tail with)

He has the worst (*cough* best *cough*) pickup lines in the world.

“Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, How would you feel if I came inside you?”

“Are you from Japan? Because I’m tryna get in Japanties.”

you’re the crack to his head 😙

you have a pet rock that you both have shared custody over

it’s name is Big Booty Bitch Jr.

Kami is a big fan of giving you cheek kisses and putting his arm around your shoulders to assert his dominance

LOVES TO TICKLE YOU LIKE HE WILL TORTURE YOU WITH TICKLES UNTIL YOU C R Y AND BEG FOR MERCY

lowkey does it because he loves the sound of your laugh and you writhing beneath him

he’s such a weird person to cuddle because he changes sleep positions every 10 mins like he’ll go from big spooning you to laying right on top of you to shoving his asscheeks into your face like i-

he loves PDA because he’s just so shocked that he actually has an s/o and wants everyone to know it too.

cue him slapping your ass every time you walk by him and him being completely unashamed

he would change his hero costume and switch out his edgy buckle choker to one with your initials.

Denki would be the type of boyfriend who would be like “what type pussy you wear?” when you’re on your period and just buy every single type of tampons/pads he sees.

It’s canon that he would be your personal charging port too like who wouldn’t want a boyfriend who could charge their phone with his mouth

what else that mouf do? 👀

nsfw but he would seriously give the best head like this boy knows how to use his tongue 😛

also nsfw but he’s a switch and he could be your pika pika daddy and your soft baby boy 🙈

he probably gets insecure about his intelligence so after he bombs a test, expect to give him comfort hugs and cuddle him because he’s really trying his utmost best

i don’t think he would be a terribly jealous person but he’s definitely territorial and if he sees someone flirting with you, he will stare them right in the eyes as he sucks a hickey into your neck like he has no chill

100% a stoner and will make weed brownies for you

😔 he’ll even let you borrow his clout goggles, that’s how much he loves you

Denki will put his Minecraft bed next to yours 💘 it’s getting serious

He will sing “I love you, bitch. I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, bitch” at y’all’s wedding so be prepared

Denki will spend all of his allowance to win you a stuffed animal from a broke ass crane machine like HE IS GETTING THE FUCKING P I C H U

He loves you so much like please give him all your attention and love and tiddy

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #kaminari denki x reader #denki kaminari #bnha x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki

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bigdickmadej · 5 years

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shelsey saucy headcanons?

I’m all for this ship but I always end up making it hella cute, I’m so sorry–

The first time they had sex, Kelsey couldn’t stop giggling and jumping every time he kissed near her more ticklish areas. She thought it must be of annoyance to him, but Shane only found it even more endearing. When he says that their first time was one of his bests, he means it.

It’s thanks to her being so ticklish, he thought better of having a beard, which made her realize that holy shit, no, it’s a fantastic sensation in other places. And hey, it’s not like if it hurts anyone how good he looks with it.

After that, Shane lets his beard grow more often, since she seems to like it kind of a lot.

Beard burns was something she wasn’t used to, so she started to put more attention into lotions and so for them, once ending making ADs for a brand she really liked. Kelsey saw in her comments people saying it’s probably for the beard burns and her next ad was like, “for those funny beard burns that don’t let you work sometimes” and everyone was like *shocked pikachu* at the audacity.

Shane thought it was amazing. They fucked really good after.

Kelsey loves how it feels when he eats her out, so she’s often giving him puppy eyes when he has the beard as if he didn’t just love getting down on her anyway.

“You know, I don’t… have a lot of experience…”, “Yeah, well. I don’t know who told you I’m a know it all in sex, but me neither. I dated the same person for four years, then another person for five… Soooo…”

He loves how much energy she has, her little clumsy flirting and the way she bits her lip to indicate she’s thinking nasty. It’s hella adorable, but it also gets him going because he just Knows by now what it means.

She is really into marking his neck and likes to see the red marks on his shoulders, back and chest when she uses her nails.

At some point, he learned she is a lot into barebacking for some reason, and oh well. There’s other ways to protect each other anyway. Shane is not complaining.

Kelsey has noticed he never knows what to say when she compliments him in general, but specially when it comes to his size.

He is a big guy, alright. That includes his crotch, which she was at first a little worried because she has never had experience with someone as big, or something as big. But now she really, really likes it.

“You have ruined other penises for me forever” “Good”

Shane gets all red in the face when told positive things about his cock, which makes her a) want to kiss him all over because he is so cute, b) suck his dick more often.

They once had a conversation about it and Shane confessed that he once accidentally overheard his first girlfriend say she had only stayed with him for so long (bitch, it was just a few months) because he had a big dick, which was “the only good thing about it”. “I know it’s a stupid thing to have a grudge about…” “No, it’s not!”

After the D conversation, she understood why he is always happy to do other things that aren’t just dicking, which she now enjoyed even more. Yet, eventually, she helped him see the words of a stupid teen aren’t important, and that while she does enjoy that good, good dick game, she is with him because she loves him and likes him the way he is.

None of them make a lot of noise, so both are always trying to make the other lose it, which makes things either more rough or more giggly. Both are excellent.

Shane has a Thing™ for her breasts.

Sometimes, they will be just laying on the couch watching TV and he will put his hand on her breast. Why? IT’S SOFT.

He is happy he can make her climax by playing nicely with her nipples, in fact, he is very proud about it.

Often seen cuddled to her chest as she reads or is on her phone.

She always loses it when he starts talking dirty, which is something Shane tried not to do too much, but seeing she didn’t mind the shit that came out his mouth when in the moment, he started to do it more often.

There’s this one thing they do often, in which he talks to her while she’s masturbating, and the dirtier he gets, the fastest she comes. It’s amazing too see for him.

Also, she has become really good at oral. Which she feels it’s fantastic, because she was once told she, uhm sucked at it. “Well, that’s the point. You suck” “Shut up, oh my god”.

D/S with these two? Not really, but he gets very dommy sometimes and she likes it a lot.

#shelsey #buzzfeed unclean #rarebuzzships #buzzships #kelseyimpicciche #nini got mail #mine #my headcanons #headcanons #they are cute alright

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the-sweetest-dragon · 5 years

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Souls Uniting

Part Two: Time Flies

Pairing: Peter Parker x Phoenix Graves

Reminder: Soulmate AU

Word Count: 2.5k

AN: I really like writing this series and I have a lot of plans for it (It’s already like 20 pages...) so I’m hoping it picks up a little more. I love the character and I want to explore her a little more. The next one will probably be from Peter’s POV because... well you’ll see.

Tags: @audder17 my favorite Spider-Man nerd

Character Sheet Part One

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“I want to be your soulmate, even if I don’t believe in them.” – Colleen Hoover

10:37 A.M., Thursday, June 20th, 2019

I groan as my curtains are pulled open, sunshine bearing down on me.

“Rise and shine sleepyhead! Today’s the day!” I groan again. Mom was super excited for this farmer’s market that she had heard about a few days after we had moved in. She was dragging me along with her, something about exploring the city, even though we had to make a half hour drive OUTSIDE of the city just to get to this market.

I cover my head with my blanket. Maybe if she can’t see me, then she’ll leave me be. Ha, that’s a funny joke Phee. You should know better than that. I peek outside my blanket cover to see Mom standing at my desk, my sketchbook in her hands. I sigh and throw the blanket off me.

“You do realize that sometimes my sketchbooks are private, right?” Mom gives me a guilty smile and I shake my head at her.

“I was just looking at your designs for the kitchen.” She sets the sketch book down. “You had bought a lot of blue paint and I was curious.”

“Well, you know what they say.” I sit up in bed and stretch. “Curiosity killed the cat.” I smile and get up out of bed, disturbing both Salem and Sabrina. They both stare at me with unnerving yellow eyes. “Sorry kids.”

“Ah, but satisfaction brought it back.” Mom smiles and gives both cats a quick pet. “Get dressed. We’re leaving in twenty minutes.” I groan but listen to her, knowing that’ll be the best for me if I just do as she says. I pull on the first outfit I find, which happens to be a paint splattered, black tank top and a pair of shorts. Parting my hair into two little space buns on the top of my head, I pause to brush my teeth quickly before hurrying to the kitchen.

I notice the new doodle before my mom does this time. A smile comes across my face; whoever this was had to be very into memes, because on my arm was a surprised Pikachu face. I couldn’t help but laugh softly. I just had to get stuck with a nerd huh?

“Whatcha laughing at Phee?” I turn to find Mom smiling behind me, a to-go coffee mug in her hands. I sigh and show her, making her laugh as well. “Well, whoever it is, sure isn’t an artist.” She pats my arm and gathers up her purse, double checking that her keys are in them before opening our door. “Ready for an adventure?”

Laughing, I head out the door, not realizing that at that very moment, I would run into someone. I run head first into a guy that I had seen only in passing; he lived up a floor with his aunt. Didn’t know much about him other than there wasn’t anyone else living with them. He was around my age, if not a year older, and fairly cute.

I ran into him, making both of us trip over each other’s feet. He recovers before me and holds onto my biceps to steady me. I notice how gently he holds my arms, like he may break them. A spark travels through my body, like he shocked me or something. I regain my balance and shake myself out of his hold. I don’t need anyone holding me up.

“You good?” I nod, making an ‘ok’ gesture with my hands. He smiles, knocking me off guard a little. “I’m Peter.” He sticks out his hand for me to shake. I narrow my eyes at his hand but shake it anyways, feeling that shock again. I’m not big on shaking hands; it’s almost too formal but a hug is too familiar so I’m stuck with a handshake.

“Phoenix.” I try to smile, I really do, but I’ve noticed his face and I can’t seem to look away. He’s got these big brown doe eyes that make you want to spill all your secrets. It’s quite frustrating actually. I shake myself out of it. Get a grip Phee. “Nice to meet you Peter. I’ve got to get going.”

I wave awkwardly goodbye and head downstairs to wait for Mom. God, could I get anymore awkward? I sigh and turn my head up to the ceiling, praying to any god that would listen to just let me die. Apparently, I could not be trusted around cute boys anymore. I rub the Pikachu face absentmindedly, wishing I hadn’t of knocked into the kid. It couldn’t get anymore embarrassing.

12:13 P.M., Thursday, June 20th, 2019

As it turns out, I could always get more embarrassed by Mom. She had this power, that only parents could possibly have. Mom can make an awkward, one time situation, into a full length discussion. On the car ride to the farmer’s market, we talked about how that Peter guy could have been my soulmate, did you look at his arms, was he cute, do you want to invite him for dinner one night. The more questions she asked, the farther I sunk into my seat. Being stuck in the car certainly didn’t help matters; Mom is not a good navigator, so after an hour of searching for this mysterious farmer’s market we headed home. Which took even longer than before because we had managed to get lost. Story of our lives.

Back home, Mom ordered some lunch and I worked on my design for the kitchen. What I really wanted to do was make a beach scene that started over the sink in the kitchen and carried out into the living room. I start sketching the idea out more thoroughly, making it less detailed than the final product. The painting process would take me a lot longer than I had originally anticipated but I was up to the challenge and had the entire summer to work on it.

I sit back in my chair, thinking again about the art on my arms. Should I draw something on them just to see? Mom would say yes, of course I should. I nibble on a hangnail, thinking about my options. I could do it, figure out right away if that Peter guy was my soulmate, and be somewhat freaked out over how easy it was. Or I could relax and enjoy this time without a soulmate. I, being the selfish being that I am, decide to not do anything. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.

“How’s the sketch coming honey?” I sigh and get up from my chair in the living room to find Mom in the kitchen taping off counters and cabinets in preparation for tomorrow. She shoots me a smile when I walk in.

“It’s coming okay. I’m not entirely happy with how it’s looking but by the time I paint it, it should be pretty good.” Mom nods and turns back to the walls. I study her for a moment, thinking I may do some portraits for her birthday next month. I’m sure she would love them but faces are hard to master, especially the eyes. I sigh and go back to my chair in the living room.

A buzz is heard throughout the apartment. The food must be here. I hop up and grab some money from my purse to pay before opening the door. The delivery boy smiles and my heart does a little skip. He’s really good looking; vibrant auburn hair and green eyes. Kinda crooked nose and a thin mouth. I check his arm subconsciously, knowing without seeing that there’s no doodles on his arms, but wanting to make sure. I hand him the money and he hands us our food. Closing the door, I sigh, somewhat disappointed. As much as I hate the idea of having a soulmate, it bugs me that I don’t know who it is.

“Food is here!” I can hear Mom laugh and a soft thud as she drops down onto the floor. I set the food containers on our small wooden table, which is covered in paintings of flowers and other small things. I did those when I was first learning to paint and this table has traveled with us for many years.

I open one box and am met with the delicious scent of fried rice and sweet chicken. Mom hands me our chopsticks while she tries to find clean plates. I continue to open boxes as she looks. She comes back in with plates and we both dig into our respective dishes; sweet and sour chicken for me and teriyaki chicken for her.

“You know, when I was growing up, your grandmother refused to let us eat Chinese food. Said it wasn’t real Chinese food and then proceeded to make some of the most disgusting food I’ve ever eaten.” Mom shakes her head with a smile. “She wasn’t much of a cook but when she put her mind to something, nothing would stop her.” She smiles softly at me. “You remind me of her. She would have loved you.” I bite my lip and nod.

My grandmother was deported when I was just a few months old. Grandfather had passed away a year before that, and since she wasn’t an American citizen, she was sent back to China. She passed away a few months after that, brokenhearted and alone. Mom never forgave herself for allowing it to happen but there hadn’t been anything she could do. Now, all Mom had were memories of her kind mother and a legacy to protect.

We finished our meal is comfortable silence. I got back to work on my project, finally finishing and setting it aside for tomorrow.

11:22 P.M., Thursday, June 20th 2019

I really loved my room but had no ideas for how to paint it. Mom had suggested cherry blossoms but I’m not really the flowery type anymore. My sketchbook is filled to the brim with ideas but I’m not a hundred percent on any of them. Absentmindedly, I turn my pens to my arm, drawing out constellations and small dragons that float through clouds. Too late, I realize I didn’t want to draw on my arm but something was pushing me to do so. I huff, irritated with whatever gods that were pushing me to try and find my soulmate. Throwing my pens to my desk, I set my sketchbook down on the floor. Maybe some yoga will help me relax and find some new ideas.

I have access to the fire escape, where I’ve set up my yoga mat and a few plants on the windowsill. Before going out, I make sure to lock my door; Mom had told me that the fire escape was off limits but I couldn’t help myself. It was quiet out there, and I could almost make out the stars.

Changing into some comfortable clothes, I quickly make my way out onto the fire escape only to find someone else already there. A man, or what I assume is a man, in a red and blue spandex suit is perched on the railing of my fire escape. I clear my throat and watch as he nearly slips off the rails. He quickly rights himself and turns towards me and my heart stops in my chest. A soft gasp escapes my mouth and the eyes on his suit widen in shock.

“Holy shit.” I hear softly from the man. He must feel it too, this feeling of not being able to breathe. I back up into my plants and my heart screams at me to go towards him, not away, but my mind wants me out of there and quickly. He holds his hands out, trying to get me to stop moving but I just freak out a little more. I trip over a potted plant and my whole world tips.

In a blur, his fingers are clasped around my wrist and a small spark travels through my body. The eyes of his mask are trained on my arm and I pull my wrist out of his grasp, quickly pulling down my sleeves to cover my doodles.

“Why are you on my fire escape?” I narrow my eyes at him. Of course I know why he’s on my fire escape but I want to hear it from him. Having an Avenger sitting on my fire escape was something I’d have to paint, I decide. I make a mental note of how the street lights reflect off the eyes in his mask and the spider design on his suit curves over the muscles in his arms. I allow myself to admire his form for a few moments before shaking myself out of it and crossing my arms over my chest. I raise myself to my full height, a whopping five feet and three inches, hoping to intimidate him into telling me the truth.

“I was uh… resting?” I can hear the lie in his voice and narrow my eyes at him. He sighs, which sounds odd when someone’s mouth is mostly covered. Spider-Man pulls up the bottom part of his mask to reveal his mouth. My mind instantly goes to what the rest of his face may look like and I have to forcibly tell myself to not freak out over this man’s mouth. He could be a gross old man for Christ’s sake!

“I was watching out for something exciting to happen,” he admits. I can’t help but laugh; a hero waiting for something bad to happen? Especially in New York? That was rich. Spider-Man’s mouth frowns slightly. “What’s so funny?”

“You-” a snort interrupts my sentence and I have to pause to compose myself. “You’re a hero in New York. There’s crime everywhere to be stopped.” He sighs and plops down onto the solid part of the fire escape. I join him, slipping my legs in between the bars of the railings.

I take a closer look at the part of his face I can see and decide that he’s not bad looking. His mouth is thin but he has a strong jawline and a bit of a butt chin. My fingers itch to draw this as well. There’s just something about him that is drawing me in, almost like a magnet. We sit in silence for what could be minutes or hours, the time passing by like water in a stream. Before I realize it, my arm is being held in his hands again, the material of his suit causing goosebumps to appear on my skin.

“Did you draw these?” he asks. I take my arm back from him, somewhat upset that he’d even ask such a question. But I can tell his eyes are focusing on the faded Pikachu and he’s suddenly standing up. “Sorry, I gotta head out! There's a, uh, robbery happening!” He points down the street and I cock my head to the side, confused. “Have a good night!” And with that he swings into the night, leaving an empty feeling in my chest and many questions.

#peter parker #souls uniting #spiderman #marvel #peter parker x oc #phoenix graves #avengers #i love them already #part two #soulmate au

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bakashidan · 5 years

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What I was Thinking That Night

Yesterday night I went to a date. Or at least, I think it was a date. The other party said so, though they used slightly different wordings. I’d like to think of last night’s event as a date.

It was around 8 pm when I finished the meeting and he arrived at the train station. We agreed to have a staycation - albeit a very short one - and I followed suit, heading out to the hotel he booked a few days prior. To be honest? I was afraid. Along the road, looking up at the dark sky, fear began tangling inside me as worst case scenarios played out one by one - he’ll find me boring, disappointing, awkward. Then we’ll never meet each other again. And I would know all along, that I was rejected.

Arriving at the hotel took longer than I had anticipated, so I had to go in myself. There. I was hoping for something - anything - as I knocked on his room’s door. He opened it, and smiled, and our night began. The room wasn’t up to our expectation, but it was clean and nice and kept quiet during our stay. The walls had smudges of worn out paint and the bathroom glass walls were barely obscure, but the bedding was warm and he was there - something I never thought would really happen.

At first it was awkward as I didn’t know what to do nor say - so I started busying myself by taking out my assignments and laptop and started taking care of my quizzes. He sat next to me, on the bed, working on who-knows-what. I finished early and he asked whether I wanted to start watching movies or not. I answered yes, and we started looking up illegal websites for any movie that might interest us. I haven’t watched Detective Pikachu, I told him, and he decided that it would be our first movie. Then he offered dinner and made a delivery order for the both of us, though I didn’t want to impose too much on him and so chose the cheapest menu on the list. As we wait for both food and the movie to start, the ice wall distancing us started to melt, and he scooted closer to me. That was all it took for me to get uneasy - I haven’t had anyone touch me for the last 4 years. He was warm and my skin had already cooled from being exposed to the cold night air. I didn’t reject nor push him away. I wanted to accept.

His head inclined and rested on my shoulder as he hugged my right arm. The movie kept buffering and I tried making small talks to kill the heavy silence.

What’s wrong? I knew something was wrong with him - something between him and someone else I wouldn’t ever know who. There was no way he would do this otherwise. And in reply he told me of his strained, nearly-there relationship with a girl I can only imagine as ethereal. There was no shatter, no thunder, no shock reverberating through my bones. Simply the feeling of a dimming light, disappearing into nothingness and numbing my senses. I knew it was wrong of me for hoping; I was desperate, both for physical and emotional intimacy. Two decades had gone by in a blink, an attempt to hide the tears pooling in the corner of my eyes. So I hoped, and the hope was destroyed, yet all I feel is relief from its destruction.

All I could do was offer my arms. All I could do was lay down next to him, with my heart beats slowing, and feet tangled beneath the duvet.

We kept watching the movie; he occasionally pulled me closer, snuggling on the nooks of my collarbones. It was not whether he needed my comfort or not - it was more of my selfish decision, because I wanted to provide him the comfort he was actively seeking even if it means nothing. I became drunk with human touch, and enamored to the idea of having a real person next to me.

Yet as we shifted and moved, as he pinched my cheeks whenever pikachu did something cute, and as my fingers brushed against his arm, I was constantly reminded of the boundaries between us - my trust. He gave me enough space and as little restriction as possible, though all I wanted was to stay in that moment still until our food arrived, and we had to break off the intimacy to greet our delivery man.

The dinner was short and curt, and I could feel nothing but tiredness. After eating we continued our marathon, and the movie ended with just enough flair. I loved it, he liked it, and we had to either continue watching or do something else. I tried persuading him to play one of my games but it ended with me relieving my stress in a short gaming session instead. As soon as I finished, we started our second movie, this time with him holding on to the laptop. I wanted to snuggle up, yet I held back in fear of rejection. He cuddled because he needed the consolation. What would my reason be? Nothing. So I lay next to him, facing the computer screen with enough willpower to stop myself from breaking down. For two hours I held back. He sometimes shifted closer, but still it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t bring myself to initiate.

The second movie was long-winded and contained several scenes which hit far too close to home than preferred, but watching it next to him was pleasant. At least I know I wasn’t alone. Emotionally? I’m by myself, only acknowledging his physical presence. A few tears escaped from one eye, and their trails glued together several hair strands. I was a mess, and he knew. And I was okay with it.

We were both tired as we finished the second movie, but he tried to alleviate the mood by playing a third movie from the comedy genre. I relegated and chuckled, and laughed, and smiled at his choice of humor - all of which I knew too well. But it wasn’t as serious and my attention had been divided to another matter concerning the student organization I’m in, and he noticed how disgruntled I was from battling it out against the passive members. Let’s rest, he said. I nodded and curled into my usual sleeping position, pulling the blanket up to my head - hiding from the cold and his stare because I’m always ugly when I sleep. Yet he gently lifted my head, putting his arm beneath it, and hugged me. His other hand slowly caressed my back, and I drifted asleep - as much as I wanted to stay awake and tell him all the things within my head. He asked why I was trembling. I said it’s nothing, good night.

Good night. I was in a hazy nightmare.

After an hour into my sleep I woke up, startled, erasing the bad dream from my memories. I was still facing him, and he faced me. I moved away, careful not to wake him up - and faced the other side, feeling guilty of taking advantage of him. Back into the dreamscape again. And when my eyes opened for the second time, it was almost 8 in the morning, and he was still sleeping.

And it hit me - the realization that I just used a friend to fill the obvious void of longings. I craved intimacy. I got it. I benefited. What of him? Nothing else was left for me but his warm embraces. Tip toeing around the room, I sneaked into the bathroom, and started sorting myself out. Crying yesterday’s residue and wiping off any remaining hope.

He hadn’t wake up yet when I slunk back on to the bed, sitting next to him, trying to make sense of what’s going to happen from now on. Taking care of my friends and organizations and comfort in funny memes.My thoughts were a mess, and the more I tried to organize it, the more I overthink. He woke up and saw me sitting, and asked where I went when he felt the empty space next to him.

Bathroom? I answered, wondering what other explanation I could've offered him.

So when are you going back to the city?

He took a glance at his phone, groggily sitting up. I'm supposed to be back at twelve, I’ve got a meeting.

It dawned on me just how short the moment was going to be. A temporary fire flickering, small enough to inflict pain, yet not strong enough to burn. I saw him chat up his colleagues, and he was happy. You know, he smiled playfully, I’m the type who can sleep for a whole day if I have the chance. He lay down again, still holding his phone. The time wasn’t right, the moment wasn’t there. I slowly shifted, hiding under the blanket yet again.

Is this going to be the last time? You’ll be back to seeing whomever you had feelings for. And I’ll be back to my endless routine, taking breaks between and gasping for air. And I’ll have to face the problems I had left behind the day before, and to try quell each and every one of them before things get worse. You wouldn’t be there, the way you were not even there then. But I couldn’t blame anyone nor anything - there was nothing to blame for and nothing to regret. I didn’t want this moment to be buried behind sadness.

He asked me if I was okay, and I saw that I was visibly shaking. Hyperventilating. About to burst from being emptied again and again.

To hell with it, right? Even if we were to grow apart from here on, this moment would still exist in my head, in my glorified romanticism tinted mind, in my drifting memory, waiting to be found and cherished in the future like droplets of golden dew in the corner of the dusty attic. We would just go back to being strangers the way we were a year ago, and not a single thing inside me would change for the better or worse by just tilting my thoughts out a bit.

I guess I’m just overthinking.

How do you stop it?

Being burdened by things you can’t help.

He reached out his arms, and I wanted to greet his embrace - yet I fear being seen, and tears were threatening to spill. You don’t need to see this. Don’t need to be here. Don’t need to reason with me. Please don’t hug me, please hug me. Tighter, warmer, longer, please stay like this. He whispered, it’s going to be okay. I’ll be okay. His arm snaked around my torso, gently brushing against my sides, and all I wanted was to believe that I will be fine. I can’t. I told him of my assignments, of my work, of my worry that my friends might not need me, of my fear of losing my parents, of all the little things that make up my life. All but of my need for someone like him, who would genuinely care and love and rely on me. All but my self hatred, all but my distrust.

I was silently sobbing, his embrace keeping me sane. For an hour long we stayed still, as temporary and short as it was - I’m sorry, I said, vacations are supposed to be fun. You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve me spoiling your escape.

He reached for my hand, massaging it, fingers fumbling around and dancing drunkenly on my palm. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. The other hand. The wrists. Let me massage you, he said, maybe it’ll help you relax.

I slowly sat up, and you tucked me between your legs as you worked the stiff muscles on my shoulder, removing the boulders which had been sitting on it for too long. No questions, no complaint. All that attention at no expense but one fact. Maybe you should lay head down, he suggested, not to be weird, but you’re way too stiff. I hesitate. Head down, defenseless, without knowing what crosses your face? I want to trust. If trusting is as easy as laying head down, then so be it. I lied down and he got on top of me, excusing himself. Sorry, I kept mumbling. If your finger hurts, you don’t need to push yourself. Please don’t push yourself. There’s no need to. But he insisted, and I relegated. I was starved, and this might just fill me up.

I could hear cracks and breaks as the tension inside me lowers, and he worked in silence I can’t describe. Once or twice I would feel something hitting my thighs, my bottom, but he would get back and we went on as if nothing happened. I forgot about time as I sank deeper and deeper into the touches he spoiled me with. There, he was done, and he lifted himself up as I rotated. You’re a lot like cats.

In which way? Do I remind you of cats you love unconditionally, or is it because you can play with me for a short time without feeling the guilt of attachment you would get from a dog? Do I remind you of the wild ones, crossing cities without care, or do I remind you of the shy ones, looking up at you wide-eyed and softly purring? A weird chain of thoughts, yet I wanted to know nonetheless. He got off the bed and went to the bathroom. It was time for him to go, and I couldn’t keep him here forever.

Forever is a very, very long time, and I don’t have it - time.

All I have is this memory of us comforting each other, and when we both leave the hotel in the morning, and the last thing I saw from you was your smile.

#current mood #therapeutic writing

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Pokespe Fanfic AU Contest, Modern AU

December 24th, sixteen years old.

The winter invaded Pallet Town, nonetheless in those times of the year, certain redhead always wished for a snowfall in his birthday.

“Silver, we’re only sixteen, we still have plenty birthdays to wait for snow…” he whispered for himself with a neutral manner. Then he directed his gaze to the two girls

“Y’know, Yellow” the brunette said calmly, not like her cold queen voice but with a caring warm tone that could only be compared to the orange rays that crowned the sunset in that bridge.

“What is it, Blue? Why you told Silver to leave us alone” the minor said glazing with the corner of her eyes the youth waiting for the two girls.

“I love you, like I love Silver, you are the little sister I always wanted in my life…” she said while playing with her hair. “That’s why I’m breaking up with Red next week, after New Year…” the one with sky like eyes only put her hair in the back of her ear and tienes toda see the smaller while the blond one just stared at her showing a mix of emotions in her face.

“I… why? But…” Yellow tried to say but she was defeated by her own feelings while being betrayed by her chords.

“You… you like him, right?” this time there were no movements for Blue’s part, only a question in the air. “Red?”

The thunder orbs were startled for a second, but then she realized the person she was talking, beautiful and graceful as a doll in the outside but an analytical cold minded computer in the inside, a woman only warm around those she loved.

“Yes.” she said with no hesitation, knowing that her secret was none to the major. “Red and I are…” she couldn’t finish before the taller one interrupted her.

“So… I just hope you don't…” Blue’s gaze fly away from Yellow to saw how Silver was patiently waiting for them. “Just don’t hurt… him, please. I could not bear watching the treasure I’ve been protecting all my life being hurt by you, Yellow.” with a loving smile she just fell her hand in the blond shoulder. “We shouldn’t keep the birthday boy, now we? Let us proceed.” always calm, always graceful but in her mind she could only pray for Silver’s happiness.

December 16th, nine years old.

The park wasn’t the man’s favorite place to spend time in his day off, but his son begged him to go to the park nearby. He sighed while taking out a cigarette but he stopped himself noticing the judging glances of the other parents, he thought how those people haven’t drove themselves into madness in a place filled with screaming children.

“Blue, Silver, don’t go too far, stay in the playground where I can see you!” yelled a man in trench coat to the two kids playing.

The two didn’t mind the adult and keep playing with Blue’s action figures.

“When I grow up, I want to be a white gloved thief, like one of those that Uncle Giovanni has in his books.” said happily the girl pretending that her doll was said criminal. “And my name will be… Jiggly!”

“I just want to be like Father…” the minor said shyly not really thinking about his answer, after all, he was watching a boy with a big hat in the swings.

The refreshing and almost cold breeze of the winter contrasted with the almost sunny day, but Silver hasn’t been paying attention to that details beside that boy who stood out in that setting. He was alone, he didn’t seem very happy, but Silver really was amazed how pretty the boy was and he remained curious about the big hat with the two feathers.

“Hey, pay attention to me, Silv.” the brunette girl said with an angry tone.

It felt funny, thought Silver, that boy was alone while playing sadly in the swings, he actually felt a little weird seeing that boy with a hat.

“What are you watching, Silv?” The girl said while looking at the swings. “The boy with the hat? That’s what you are seeing?” Blue questioned the smaller one. Silver only nodded. The girl took the boy’s hand and dragged him where to the swings, his metallic orbs were left with an startled look while following Blue understanding that he was weaker than the girl but when he realized where they were going he blushed fiercely.

“Hey, the one with the hat!” Blue said with her practiced joyful girl tone. That really startled Silver, the bravery of his friend to do anything with anyone always amaze him.

The boy saw them, he gave them a look Made by a mix of shock and curiosity,like being scared of something cute.

“My name is Blue!”a big bright smile and lending a hand in gesture of greeting, all of them planned just seconds ago in the girl’s mind.

The boy froze trying to think what to do, he was obviously nervous and the aggressive way of approach was quite intimidating for him.

“And I am…” the redhead tried to introduce himself, but he still felt the embarrassment trapped him like a blanket that suffocated all of his being. The one in the swings only stared shyly which only made the situation worse. The one of metalic eyes took a deep breath trying to calm himself. “I a-am… Silver… a pleasure to meet you.” he said fast and almost inaudible, but the boy with the hat was given a bit of courage thanks to the awkward ways of Silver.

“I’m Yellow, nice to meet you.” he said taking Blue’s hand.

March 3rd, seventeen years old.

“Birthdays are worse as time goes on.” He said sitting that dock at the river where his companion loved to fish.

“Why do you think that? I’m happy with you right now, Silver…” the words felt like a whisper for anyone, but for the boy, they felt like everything and that made him feel guilty.

“Gold and Crystal are having some relationship time, Sapphire is in Ruby’s fashion contest and Blue, Green and…” he hesitated “Red are in college.” he thought how the two men seek veterinary and how his best friend biology.

The silence reign for a while between the youths, just watching the stream of the water.

“But they are happy… and I’m happy thanks to that…” the blonde got up as she ended her sentence. She started walking out of the dock.

“Lies…” the redhead whispered copying Yellow. “You are not happy.” he grabbed her by her sleeve, he didn’t want to face her so Silver stayed watching the river while Yellow still faced the exit of the dock. They were facing opposite sides only being connected to that hand.

November 21th, twelve years old.

Quite strange, thought Silver, Blue’s room was always organized, it was almost shocking but this time it was a mess of clothes and accessories.

“So, what do you think?” said the brunette teen only wearing a bra in the top. “This one?” said putting in front of her a white blouse. “Or maybe this one?” now putting a black dress.

“The blouse.” answered Silver without hesitation just imagining the looks on his friend with that dress. “Why are you so worried about your looks, in any case?” the boy asked knowing how beautiful his companion was.

“Tomorrow is Green’s birthday party, one of my classmates, and he invited that guy I’ve talking about, Red.” the teen said happily.

“Red…” the red haired repeated almost hating the guy before knowing him, but he was just being protective.

June 1st, twenty years old.

“Are you ready?!” the crowd exploded as the singer shouted.

People jumping and trying to dance at the spinning multicolor strobe lights, Silver didn’t like that, but he was there for Blue.

“Yeah!” the brunette shouted while sitting the shoulders of the one with red eyes. “Come on, Red, higher!

“Blue you are hea…” the black haired youth tried to say, but was stopped by a kiss provided by the other brunette.

“Blue, you are tiring my boyfriend.” Green said but almost shouted by the screams of the people.

“It was my boyfriend first, I have right of seniority!” shouts mixed with laughs, as the whole concert was reflected in Blue, radiant and noisy. Red only blushed by the comments of the two.

Then, that song started.

A melancholic tone sounded, a reminiscence of a love that never happened, a voice that was quite but still full of emotion, slow instruments but still harsh, Yellow’s favorite song.

He couldn’t blame Blue or himself, he thought about the memories that triggered that band. After all, that band was Yellow’s favorite thanks to Blue.

Then, Silver smiled, look up and just let it all go in a sigh.

January 27th, thirteen years old.

“Hey, Silver…” the blonde teen asked to her companion.

“Yeah, Yellow.” he didn’t even bothered opening his eyes, he was comfortable just being recumbent like that in the roof of the house of his friend.

“You aren’t scared about… y'know, being alone?” Silver opened his eyes just at the hint of Yellow being troubled by something like that, she was far stronger than him, he thought.

“Not really.” he answered fast and simple. “The thought of being alone doesn’t really bothers me, but, it isn’t a big deal, after all I got you.” he added. He was already remembering his crush in Yellow when they were kids, he thought that the one with thunder in her eyes was pretty even when he was in the mistake that Yellow was a guy, he blushed just thinking about that.

Yellow looked at him with a dazzling smile that was decorated by the orange rays of the twilight.

“You’re right.” the youth laid down next to the youth of metallic eyes. “Maybe we don’t have the answers, but that’s okay…

August 28th, fifteen years old.

“Blue is late, again…” Silver said while changing Ferraligatr for Weavile seeing how Yellow choose Pikachu.

“She is with Red, isn’t it?” the teen said with a trembling noise in her voice.

She left the console and laid down in Silver’s bed, much to Silver’s disgust but he was losing, after all.

“Silver, what am I for you?�� Yellow asked while the youth sit right next to her.

The thought mix his head, but the, the started thinking about the question.

She wasn’t asking him why he liked her or why did he harbor a crush for her. But Silver couldn’t really answer that, she was his friend, obviously, but there was something more he thought. Of course she was his first love, even when he thought she was a boy.

For Blue she was the little sister she always wanted.

For Red she was that strange friend who acted weird but always caring.

For Green she was some kind of apprentice.

But what was Yellow for him? Not only some love interest, a friend was rejected thanks to his feelings, he haven’t really expected a wonderful future with her, he really liked her, she was smart, caring, strong, beautiful, nice but at the end those words were not more than adjectives and he was digressing.

Yellow wasn’t a sibling like figure for Silver, nonetheless an apprentice, if she had a liking for him as she has for Red he knew, he knows her.

Still, just words, none of them could really wrap around what was that person, a dazzling smile and laughter but still delicate, a caring but strong willed gale which razed in him, but and most of all, she made him feel like he was everything and the thought of her liking Red made him feel like nothing.

“You are ev…” then he laid down keeping almost a perfect parallel, after all he wasn’t much taller than Yellow, he damned waiting for a growth spurt. He putted his arms in the pillow above him. Yellow mimicked the gesture letting her arm rest atop Silver’s connecting them by the wrists.

“You are my really dumb friend.” everything for me, he wanted to say.

Then she laughed.

March 3rd, seventeen years old.

“Silver, let me go.” a harsh tone, void of emotion.

“No.” an icy response, like he was convinced of what he was saying. “I want to be egoist.”

“Then be egoist with someone else…” she was done, Yellow knew that she made mistakes but she hoped that at least Silver let her he wrong.

“You confessed to Red, and nothing happened. Are you going to cling to that?” even more attacks, he didn’t want to do that, he didn’t want to be egoist but he was frustrated.

“What do you know about clinging into someone?!” she smacked his arm with her free hand and looked straight to her friend.

“More than you, that’s for sure…” he said while touching the sleeve of that red and black jacket Yellow gifted him.

“Yeah, because seeing your best friend being the girlfriend of the guy you like is compared to anything you could have, Silver!” those eyes, electric and menacing, almost threatening.

“Blue broke up with Red for you, and you know it, Yellow!” he yelled, the monotone voice broke, he broke. “And he ended being Green’s boyfriend!” silence.

They crossed looks, no one knew that, only he and Blue. They decided to not tell Yellow.

Then, the blonde ran away.

December 24th, fourteen years old.

Alone, he thought. Changing channels mindlessly of the television wasn’t helping, just the blank noise of the device didn’t help the loneliness accented by the monochromatic living room.

Blue was in Sevii Islands traveling with her parents and his father was busy with his work.

Silver was quite comfortable being alone, at least most of the time, but in holidays and in his birthday was another case, back alone like when he was just a child and Giovanni worked all day and haven’t met Blue.

The door knocked and snapped out him from his thoughts.

He ran toward the door to find Yellow behind it.

21th May, seventeen years old.

“Silv…” the brunette said quietly.

“I know, Blue…” he said in a false monotone voice. While making him comfortable in his bed.

“You know Yellow’s leaving today, still you choose to stay here!” the young adult snapped at seeing her friend not doing anything.

“It’s not a big big deal…”

“Your friend is leaving without you saying goodbye!” now she was screaming.

“We fought, she doesn’t want to see me…”

“That’s it?”

December 24th, fourteen years old.

“Hey, I brought you some food!” the teen claimed happily while entering the house. “Uncle Wilton let me spend the night with you, since I told him that you were alone” she explained while showing a bag full of tupperwares with food while managing to something with her free hand.

“Oh, that’s very thoughtful, thanks.” he answered quietly while taking the bag and closing the door.

“So, what’s better than seeing trash movies alone, in the dark, in your scary house?” the blonde commented while still keeping something from Silver in her back.

“All of that with you?” he asked mildly curious about his friend antics.

21th May, seventeen years old.

“That was cruel of you, Silver” the brunette confessed harshly.

“I was very full of myself in that moment, and since then we haven’t talked.” he admitted.

“Full of yourself? Dude, you were mean with her, even I admit that knowing that my ex-boyfriend and best friend are dating is harsh, in any case, yeah, you were mean while confessing your six years old crush on her.” the teen was confused, he didn’t had a crush for that long, he thought that he was Blue’s best friend and…

“I never confessed to her…” he said quietly.

“What?”

“I never said anything to Yellow about how I feel for her…” he came to that realization, he didn’t confessed.

“So you are just letting Yellow go, might not seeing her in years, without her knowing why you did all of that?” Blue scolded her friend.

“No…” he got up from the bed and grabbed that jacket Yellow gifted him. “Got your motorcycle, sis?”

“I thought you’d never ask, bro!

24th December, fourteen years old.

“Merry christmas!” Yellow said while handing Silver the present she kept hiding from him.

“Very funny, thanks, anyway.” he opened the present to see a black and red jacket.

“When I saw it I thought that it was made for you, Silver.” the blonde said happily while the red haired one try the cloth.

“It’s too big for me…” the teen said looking how it didn’t fit at all.

“You’ll grow, I mean, your father is quite tall… so… it was the last one, you know…” she lost herself as she give his friend a hug. “Happy birthday!”

Silver reciprocated the hug, but, it esa strange.

Yellow was always for him in that ways, weirdly quirky she showed while not knowing how to answer stuff that embarrassed her, caring like he was thinking of him about that jacket that he loved, strong how every time she saw Blue with Red she wanted to think that she was happy for their relationship, but and most of all, she cared. She didn’t thought that Silver’s antics were a mask, she was happy to see him being as he liked.

That’s when it hitted Silver.

He always thought of Yellow like a messiah or someone celestial, and that wasn’t farfetched she was a wonderful person, and that line fall of, he also thought that Yellow was awful pretty but that wasn’t the real point.

He liked Yellow for caring about him and the others.

He liked Yellow for being strong to keep him and the others.

He liked Yellow for being a good person who always tried her best.

He liked Yellow for being fun, weird, innocent, intelligent, caring and the best person he met.

He liked Yellow because she accepted him and likes him anyway.

He liked Yellow.

“Thanks for the gift…” I like you, he wanted to say.

21th May, seventeen years old.

“Yellow!” he yelled while entering the airport, he knew it was wrong, even knowing how big it was he didn’t care anymore, he needed this.

He ran off the way Blue told him she was going, still yelling her name. Then, he saw that hat and the beautiful long blond hair sticking out.

“Yellow!” feelings, all of his emotions, they were bare in that moment. Yellow look up to him, her eyes watered by seeing her friend.

“Silver…” she didn’t know what to do, just stay there watching and wanting to say something but nothing was there to say.

“I like you, I always liked you, you are smart, brave, funny, strong, amazing, caring, thoughtful… there aren’t enough words or time to say everything, but know that I like you, and I wanted you to know that” she ran to him and ended everything with a hug.

July 2nd, twenty years old.

A moonlit black starless night in that bridge, Silver laughed at himself for being that sentimental.

“You are late…” the youth said to his arriving companion.

“Sorry, Lance and I lost track of the time.” the blonde answered heartily.

“Lance the “not a serious deal” guy, Yellow?” he questioned her mockingly.

“You goof… where’s Blue anyway?” grabbed the taller one’s arm.

“She had to buy some books, you know, biology and evolution stuff, but she said we could met at my house…” the red haired started walking not minding how the one with yellow orbs hanged from his arm.

“Yeah, I get it, medicine school is quite hard to me…

“That’s because you are dumb, Yellow…” they laughed.

A strong wind rushed in their area, leaves flown, everything felt like it moved by their own, then, Yellow’s hat flow away from her head, Silver tried to grab it. The weight shifted into the side were the smaller one was hanging, his leg gave up and let the two of them landing in the floor, fast enough Silver put Yellow in a position to let her being above him

They looked at each other, and laughed. And Silver was happy with that.

#muy bonito!!!!#pokespe AU fanfic contest #not a quote #trainer silver #trainer yellow #trainer blue #viridianshipping #submission

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PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 3)

Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus. Author’s note: SUPRISE! Hahaha I know I said I was going to post it tomorrow, but I realized that it doesn’t matter because I still won’t like it regardless the day I post. Not my best work, so I’ll leave up to you guys. If y'all want a part 4, I’ll do it gladly. So let me know ;)

Update: thank you Alyssa, aka @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for rewriting it beautifully. I’m so grateful for having you to help me!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 4.

Masterlist ❁

Three days. It has been three days since that small fight between Chris and I on the bus. Three days during which he didn’t send me a single text. I didn’t even understand why he was mad at me, to begin with. I didn’t do anything wrong! He was the one who hid stuff from me. So why was he ignoring me? I had no idea.

I had just come back from Theo’s house. I went to his place to help him to get ready for a date. He wanted me to choose his clothes and begged me for tips. He was so into a girl from our school, he wanted everything to be perfect on his date and this was so fucking cute. I had so much affection for him, he was like my little brother, and if that girl so much tried to play with his feelings, I’d make her life hell.

I was resting in my bed, hoping it would swallow me whole so I would finally stop thinking about Chris when I received a message. I thought it was Theo but actually was a text from William. I sighed and read it.

“There’s a drunk Chris on my doorstep. Fix it.”

He has got to be kidding me! I wasn't their fucking slave, he couldn't just boss me around, using his authoritative tone like I was compelled to obey.

“Fix it yourself. He isn’t even talking to me. What do you want me to do, jackass?”

“Noora will be here in an hour. I can’t babysit today.”

“And what makes you think I can? Maybe I’m getting ready for a date.”

“You’re not.”

“I could have.”

“You have 20 minutes to be here.”

I just wanted to punch him right now. Straight in his perfect teeth.

“Today is your day. I took care of him the last time he got wasted.”

“I was the one who left a date to pick him up yesterday. Today is your fucking turn. Be here in 15 or I’ll post the picture of you wearing the Pikachu costume.”

Damn, he was playing hard. I knew I shouldn't have let him take a picture of this.

“You wouldn’t.” He totally would.

“Make me cancel my date and see what I’m capable of. 13 minutes.”

“On my way...” I typed quickly and got up.

I got dress as quickly as I could. In the corner of my bedroom was my pink Penetrator hoodie, I put it on and left. Honestly, in the beginning, my pink Penetrator hoodie made me cringe, but now I was so used to it, and other people too were used to see me wearing it. “You are the only girl in the squad, you need a different color to stand out,” the boys said. Also, they were the ones that chose pink. Not sexist at all, right?

But the funny part was the number of boys that ask me for one of those after a one night stand. You would think boys wouldn't be so keen on wearing a pink hoodie with a girl’s name in red on the back, showing they had sex, but if I had a dollar for every boy that wanted one, I could pay my gasoline with it. The only boy that had one was William, since he was the only guy I actually had feelings for at some point. It felt right this way.

Well, maybe not the only I fell for but the only that knew about it.

I parked in front of William’s apartment and got upstairs. I didn’t know what I was about to face once I got in. William and I were used to argue a little every single day, but Chris and I? I could count on one hand the number of times we’ve been mad at each other.

I knocked on the door. It wasn’t something I would normally do, so I didn’t care when William opened the door apologizing.

“I’m sorry, Noora. I can’t-” He paused when he saw it was me. “The fuck? Why did you knock?”

“Where is the package?” I had no interest in arguing with him today, which was a surprise. I was always in the mood for our usual banter.

“Living room.” He opened the door so I could get in.

Once I was inside, I stopped on the door. I could see Christoffer slouched on the couch, with his eyes closed. I approached him to say my famous pick up drunk Penetrators boys line. Like, literally pick up, since I usually don’t know where I should take them when they’re completely hammered.

“Your house or mine?” Then, I noticed.

If it was anybody else, I might have fallen for it, but I knew that boy since I was twelve.

“Seriously?” I said, turning to William.

He smiled. “Christoffer, you own me 20 bucks. I told you.”

Then I turned to look at the one who was pretending to be drunk. “Seriously?” I repeated.

Chris was looking at me now. I wanted to slap him. Fucking bastard.

“You really think I don’t know what you look like when you're drunk? If I weren’t so angry right now, I would feel offended.”

He took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, I just needed your attention.”

I threw my hands in the air. I was about to spill some truths out when I remembered about Will’s date. He was right next to me, trying so hard not to laugh. I dived my hand in his pocket to grab his phone. Once I got it, I dialed Noora’s number. She answered before William could complete whatever threat he was professing.

“Sorry Wilhelm, I know I’m late, I’ll leave in-” she began to say but I cut her off.

Wilhelm? I had to contain my laughter. “Hi Noora, it’s Y/N here.”

“Hi Y/N. Something happened to William?”

“Not yet. I’m really thinking about punching him in the nose, though.” She laughed on the other end of the line. “But I’m just calling to tell you that your plans changed,” I told her, facing William, who glared daggers at me. “He’s going to your house. He'll probably take a few more minutes to get there, since he will stop at the grocery store to buy you some candies.”

I was glad William didn’t have the power to kill someone by just looking at them.

“This is so sweet,” she cooed out fondly.

“Yes, he’s such a nice guy. So, just called to let you know. See you around, Noora.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “See you around.”

“Ohhhh, one more thing!” I said, before she could hang up. “If you break Will’s heart, I’ll hunt you down.” I laughed a little bit, so things wouldn’t get weird. But I meant every word I said.

“Oh, okay, I won’t, I guess, bye.” She hang up. I gave him the phone back.

“You should leave now, Wilhelm, you still have to go to the grocery store. Sweet girl, Noora. I like her.”

The bewilderment on his face was hilarious. I didn’t want to laugh, because I figured he would murder me if I did. But Chris didn’t share my fears, and his roaring laughter soon filled the room. I gave him the stinky eye and he shut up right away. William remained frozen, staring me. “I hate you so much.” He grabbed his jacket. “Both of you.” And left.

I was about to sit on the couch next to Chris, when he suddenly pulled me forward to sit on his lap. I tried to move, but his arms were firmly wrapped around my waist, effectively trapping me in his embrace.

“Come on, we haven’t been together for three days. Every cell in my body craves you,” he said teasingly.

I was going to give him a smart ass comeback, when I noticed his huge purple neck bruise. “Wow, tell me, which one of the Yakuza gave you this monstrous love bite? It looks like a massive fucking bruise, I almost feel like I should examine it,” I snorted upon seeing the large hickey.

His face turned red instantly. “Well, it was not the Yakuza who did it…” He moved me so I could face the other side of his neck. The healthy part.

My eyebrows went really high and I said, “What a wild night it must had been. Are you sure you don’t wanna get back at whatever kind of animal did this?”

He let a little laugh escape from his lips. “No, the girl who did it was an eye candy, but you’re food for the soul.”

I frowned to his comment. “Just don’t call me food anywhere near her. She must be starving by the looks of it, I think she tried to eat you.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Right. Like you’ve never destroyed a guy’s neck before.”

Oh, and here I was thinking this conversation couldn’t be more awkward. “Actually, I haven’t.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m serious!” This time was my turn to blush. “Because I’d have to know how to do it.” I said, looking to the ground and waiting for the laughing to start.

“Y/N doesn’t know how to give a hickey?” I could say he was completely shocked. “Unbelievable,” he stated, slowly, as though he genuinely couldn't believe it.

“Well, if I wanted to mark the boys I sleep with, all I have to do is give them a fucking hoodie.” I wasn’t enjoying the way he was staring me. “Plus, I can use my mouth for other things.”

It might sound a little silly that I have never given a love bite to anyone, but the opportunity never showed, that's it. Some guys weren't into it, they thought it was a girl's thing to like neck kisses, and other were more straight to the point in bed.

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” I gave him a little smirk.

Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows. He thought about what I said for a moment. When I say the premises of his infamous smirk drawing on his lips, I knew I fucked up. I shouldn't have let my mouth run ahead of my brain.

“Okay. Let’s do make a deal. I teach you how to give a hickey and you show me what your mouth does.”

What my mouth did was an ‘o’ once I heard that. My heart went from 50 to 200 real quick.

“You don’t wanna play with fire,” I heard myself say.

“I’m not afraid of getting burned,” he whispered in my ear. That was exactly what I was afraid of. “Now, sit properly, I can’t suck your neck like this.”

“I don’t think we should do it, Chris.” I had to run from that situation, and run like all hell. We were both used to flirt with each other all the time, after all, I am the most famous fuckgirl in town, and he is the famous fuckboy. If we don’t flirt with each other, who will? But we’ve never actually made a move on each other, and I just can’t bear the thought of doing this in a completely platonic way.

But I did what he said, very reluctantly but also eagerly. Butterflies were messing in my stomach, but I still sat facing him, one leg on each side of him.

He pulled me closer, one hand gently holding the back of my neck while the other rested in the small of my back to press me further into him. Once his lips touched my skin, I bit my lips the hardest I could. I couldn't start moaning, goddammit!

He licked my neck, and then started sucking it. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It felt so good I had to close my eyes.

I’ve known Christoffer Schistad for seven years now. I knew every side of him, the bad and the good. I stood by his side when he was picked to be a Penetrator, right after me. I helped him to deal with girls, more times than I could count. I thought I knew his fuckboy side, but fuck, I was completely wrong, and I wanted him to show it to me so bad.

Once he stopped, I tried to look as calm and collected as I possibly could. He kept watching me intently, while I was looking everywhere, except at him.

“Your heart is racing.”

That got my attention. My body was pressed against his. Of course he noticed it. But I felt like somehow I forgot how to speak.

He shot me his shit eating grin and said, “your turn.”

I didn’t even know what my name was, so I had no idea about what he was talking.

“My turn to what?” I asked dumbly.

“Give me a hickey,” he instructed. Could someone just shoot me already?

“I don’t think I can’t do it.”

“Why not? Do you want another o-”

“No!” I interrupt him. For God’s sake, if his lips were on my neck again I’d lose control. “I don’t care about not being able to do it.”

He gave me a confused look. “I don’t understand, I thought you were supposed to be good at this.”

Was he saying what I think he is saying? “What do you mean?”

“You’re the only Penetrator girl. You’re the biggest fuckgirl in town. Weren’t you supposed to be good at... everything?”

Ohhh, no he didn’t!

“Christoffer Schistad, you’re saying that I’m not good at make a guy go crazy only using my lips?”

“You can’t even give someone a hickey!” He was pushing my buttons. I knew it. I fucking knew I, but my pride had been stung and I didn't think straight after that neck kiss.

“Fine. Time to get burned. I warned you,” I said, before giving him a wet kiss right on his neck.

His whole body tensed up under me. Good, let’s see how much he can take. I continued with the wet kisses, until I moved to his lobe, giving his ear little bites. His breath started to get heavier, shorter. This was going to be easier than I expected.

I traced his jawline with my tongue, finishing it with a kiss on his chin. While I gave him a little eskimo kiss, I scratched his neck, giving him goosebumps. He stopped watching me to look at the ceiling. I smiled before attacking his neck again.

This time, not only did I kiss it, but I bit him. When my teeth softly pressed on his flesh, his hands moved to grab my ass. Poor baby, he thought I wasn’t going to torture him? Clearly he was mistaken.

“No, no no...” I scolded him gently. I took his hands off me. I brought my face closer to his to whisper near to his lips. “No touching.”

He breathed heavily, and returned to his position of staring at the roof. Satisfied, I started to kiss his neck again, this time slower. His hands grabbed the fabric of William’s couch.

I sneaked my hands under his shirt, tracing circles on his lower half, I stopped and placed my hand on his right side. “Look, someone’s heart is beating a little fast.”

My nails continued their path, through his abs, stopping on his belt. And that was when I felt it.

“Well, hello Mr. Schistad.” I looked down to his pants, where I could see his hard-on. Since I was still offended by the “You were supposed to be good” comment, I gently rubbed my lips into his. The bruise the Yakuza’s did was still there, though it was almost healed. I wanted to have fun, not hurt him.

When he was about to lean in and kiss me, I got off his lap, sitting on the other side of the couch.

“Well, that was fun!” I declared, very happy with myself. He was completely motionless, his breath still uneven.

“So, no jokes? No comments about me being good at it? I was expecting more from you, Schistad.” I couldn’t put into words how satisfied I was. He was completely turned on, and the fact that I was the reason for it gave me a confidence I didn’t know I had.

He was about to answer me, but once he saw my face he stopped. His eyes started to analyze every detail of my body, and I had to swallow hard. He was getting closer when we both heard the front door open.

I jumped from the couch. William showed up there a few seconds later.

“I didn’t know you were still here,” he said, completely oblivious of the scene he almost witnessed. I looked at Chris, to see he had grabbed a cushion to put on his lap. Smart boy.

Since we both didn’t say a thing, William continued. “Can I join you two?” He asked, more because he was polite than to actually ask permission.

I said yes at the same time Chris said no. William looked him, confused.

“Actually, I was just leaving. Do you want a ride, Cap?” He was begging me with his eyes. I didn't answer right away, more worried about what might have happened to Will that made him come back so soon.

“William, why did you come back so early?”

“Noora had a friend emergency. Something about Eva getting too drunk at a party.” I felt my heart grow lighter. “Are you leaving too?”

I sat on the couch, next to Chris. “Do you want me to leave? I can stay to watch netflix with you if you want.”

The disappointment on Chris’ face was painful. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it could be a game for him, but if I went home with him, I’d be more screwed than ever. Pun not intended.

“Yes, I’ll grab something to eat in the kitchen. Do you want something?” Will asked me, while leaving the room.

“Doritos, please.”

Once he left, Chris approached me.

“Please, come home with me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you make girls go home with you? Not what I expected. I thought you were good at this.”

“In my defense, I’ve never had to beg for this to happen before.”

“Who would imagine? The first girl to resist you is your best friend. But anyway, have a safe drive.” But he didn’t move, he kept staring me.

“I cannot put into words how crazy you’re making me right now.” I got closer to him.

“It’s better if you go before Will comes back. It’d be hard to explain why you have an erection for him.”

“This is not over.”

My heart jumped upon hearing those words. Before I could answer, he just left me there.

Will got there five minutes later.

“What do you wanna watch?” He joined me on the couch, giving me a bowl with my Doritos.

I rested my head on his shoulders. “Anything that doesn’t have romance in it.”

“Preach, girl.“ I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “Relationships are way too complicated. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and date you again. It seemed so simple.” My whole body got tense.

“Well, Wilhelm, you know it’d be complicated for us both right now, since it’d be against the rules.”

He laughed. “When was the last time you played by the rules?”

I took a deep breath. Well, not today, I thought before William pressed the play button on his movie choice.

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Pokeshipping Week 2017 : day one : “fishing”

So this was one of the themes I was more eh about originally because I couldn’t think of anything new for such a topic. That being said, I ended up deciding to draw a piece of art based on one of my old fics, “Tactless”, which was about Ash taking advice from friends in order to woo Misty once he realizes somewhere around DP/Sinnoh that he’s liked her for awhile. All of the advice he’s offered fails spectacularly, of course, and he ends up having a long talk with his mom about what’s important, what Misty needs to hear.

I also wanted to include a couple of excerpts from the final two scenes, which I thought would help sell the pic I drew.

"Ash, do you know what every girl in love with a boy wants?" His mother's somber tone caught his attention and he slowly glanced up at her. The sun, setting now on the horizon, flickered over the treetops in the distance, glimmering brilliantly off of his mom's skin. He stared at her profile and realized, yes, his mom had probably been in love once, was probably in love still with his dad.

"A new mallet?" he deadpanned anyway. The one hand was brushing against a particular something he'd found in his pocket. Huh. . . that was strange.

"A what?" She turned to ask him curiously, effectively ruining the moment.

"Nothing." He was still distracted by that thing he'd found. He hadn't even known he'd been carrying it around with him. He had nearly forgotten about it after so long.

"Oh, well. . ." She cleared her throat and tried again. "All any girl in love wants is to know that she's important. If she loves a boy, she wants to know that that boy wants and needs her. She only wants to help him achieve his greatest dreams, no matter what it takes. Even if she can't always be around, all she wants is to stay – to stay. . ."

". . . Connected?" he finished for her, finally pulling that thing from his pocket and holding it up for her to see.

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"Hey, did you need a. . ." But one look at her best friend showed him removing something from his pocket, a very familiar fishing lure, and slowly looping the line through it. Well, even though her face couldn't possibly get any redder, at least she had an answer to her nearly unasked question.

Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately), fishing was known as a silent sport. If they talked, it had to be in hushed tones and Misty knew she wasn't very good at using such a thing so she kept silent. And, whether he was as embarrassed as her or still trying to find the proper thing to say and the proper way to say it, Ash followed suit and didn't dare open his mouth. Not yet anyway. He seemed rather focused on judging her reaction to his latest tactic.

Misty, for her part, felt something akin to indigestion bubbling upwards from her stomach. Or maybe those were her feelings, the ones she'd put safely away until Ash would maybe have realized that she'd liked him as more than a best friend for a long time now. Her fingers grew agitated just holding onto the pole and waiting for that rather rare bite. Her nerves were on edge, wondering if either one of them would gain the courage to finally say something and stubborn enough to know that it shouldn't be her.

Ash was still in the Growlithe house with her, that was for sure.

But he had tried hard, hadn't he? And she knew that holding back now would only turn him off further. She should offer him the chance to try again by meeting him halfway, right?

Finally, she knew what she could say.

". . . I was sure you would have forgotten about that thing by now, or lost it, or something."

Red stained her cheeks in a rather pretty fashion, despite her embarrassment. Her line of vision seemed to only include the rock she was sitting on at the time, but she preferred it, unsure if she'd be able to appreciate Ash's return confession.

"Yeah, I may be just as shocked as you are," he laughed a little bit, and she would have flinched at the thought that he was so irresponsible, but he continued before she had that chance. "In fact, for a long time after I first got it, it just sat in my bag 'cause I didn't know what else to do with it."

"Ash, it's a fishing lure. What do you think you're supposed to do with it?"

"Yeah but it was hard to come by a lake where we could all sit down and fish for the afternoon. And whenever we did I was too worried to take it out. I kept remembering the note that came attached to it. I thought you'd beat me up if I let anything happen to it so I just refused to give myself the chance."

Misty couldn't help but laugh. Ash thought she'd beat him up? Sure, she was a little violent, but only because of her strong sense of justice. If she did do something to him, it would have been because he'd deserved it, she knew. And the note, the note, she'd forgotten about that one herself. It was only a few sentences long, just her way of stressing how important the thing was, how much effort she'd put into making it, how she'd made it just for him.

She definitely hadn't thought he would care about all of that.

"I was only kidding back then. I just didn't want you to go do something stupid with it. I didn't think you'd just shove it in your bag and never let it see the light of day. I made it so that you could use it to make your team stronger while you were in Sinnoh. It was supposed to be useful, Ash. As long as you don't use it to play catch with Pikachu or throw it at Team Rocket as some sort of sorry excuse for a weapon, then it's fine. It's not as important as helping you become a Pokemon Master," she shrugged as though cementing the fact that she couldn't really care less about what else he happened to do to her special lure but Ash wasn't having any of that.

"I know, you just wanted to help me. You always wanted to help me, didn't you? You just had a funny way of showing it sometimes. Maybe that's why I. . ."

He faltered and turned back to face the water, his hands clenching the fishing pole tightly again. Nope, still nothing biting. Misty had a feeling she knew what was coming, but she couldn't help but wonder why Ash was holding back. He'd told her more than once in the past twenty-four hours how much he liked her. She couldn't understand what was holding his tongue now.

"Besides, you don't have to lie about it. You always loved your lures. They're unique, right? One of a kind? That's why you shape them all like yourself. I haven't forgotten, although it's still kind of funny," he attempted to laugh but she gave him a short glare to keep him from mocking her. Instead he continued speaking, "Well, anyway, it was obviously important to you. Even only as a means of helping me, it was definitely important to you, wasn't it? So why shouldn't it have been important to me?"

He eased up on his pole and slowly reversed the line back towards the base until the famous Misty lure was hanging before them. They both stared at it for a second before Ash cleared his throat and continued speaking.

"It's because of this thing that I realized how important you are to me. Because I didn't show it to anyone until that day and I wouldn't let anyone else get a close enough look at it. I was a little embarrassed but. . . really, more than that, I was really possessive of it. Dawn wanted to see it, wanted to use it, but I wouldn't ever let her. It was a gift from you to me and I wouldn't let anyone else fish with it. And then Buizel showed up," at this he paused and gave Misty a moment to check her mental record of water-type Pokemon, searching the name until she'd found the picture to go along with it, "and he stole all of our fishing rods. The lure too."

"Ash, c'mon, you're saying that the very first day you pulled my special lure out to use it, you let it get stolen?" The slightest glimmer of faith in him that had been returned upon his latest attempt to win her over began to fade out again.

"Well I didn't let it get stolen. I didn't have a chance to stop it from happening. But I didn't let Buizel get away with it either. Nobody could understand why I was so angry. They were just fishing rods, right? Even if Buizel happened to get away with them, we could just get to the next town and buy some more. They're pretty cheap. . . but the rods weren't what I was after. I had to get your lure back, my lure back. Like I said, it was special to me too. And when Dawn mentioned how determined I seemed to be and Brock asked me why I didn't just give up, I realized right away that it was about you. I didn't want to let you down.

"My mom was telling me last night that, when a girl is in love with a boy, she only wants to help him achieve his greatest dreams. For a long time now, my biggest dream has obviously been to become the greatest Pokemon Master. I'll keep fighting for it too. . . but it'll be more worth it if you're there to help me like always, cheering me on in the best way you know how.

"So what I mean. . . or rather, where I'm going with this. . ."

It was here that he faltered, the worry and embarrassment that he should have felt from the get-go suddenly catching up to him and crashing into him all at once. How he'd managed to say it the first time, he didn't know but he had a feeling that it would be hard to get it out again. Misty stared blankly at him, before a faint laugh gathered in her throat. He was always so slow to catch on, wasn't he? But that was fine. . .

"Alright, alright, I get it. I accept your confession, Ash." And as a way to commemorate the moment, she leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek.

And that’s it! I’ll be back tomorrow with my jealousy-related art that I drew, which I think is a lot of fun to look at! Unfortunately, I’ve only accomplished three themes so far this year but I’m going to try and throw something together for the other ones, or at least the last one that I have great personal attachment to.

I hope this was okay. I tried to scan it officially but of course my printer thingie is on the fritz so I had to use the app on my phone, which is a little faulty.

#pokeshipping week 2017 #day one #theme: fishing #pokeshipping #my art #fan fiction

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