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writing-how-did-i-get-here · 1 month

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I'm gonna start queuing my work! I don't know who will see this, but I hope you like reading it, I made a revision to some stuff and this is chapter one of a book I'm writing, it's gonna jump from time to time, so it's gonna be a while before you get back to the beginning, but I'm putting it on here because I don't intend to market this and I have other work too I will market, this though is just a cool lil book .Also, nobody is taxing my books.

Link to the intro - INTRO

Chapter 1 - The one friend I had.

TW, Mentions of suicide/implied suicide (not the main character). mentions of schizophrenia/implied a little bit though appealed later? some horror?

So, after years upon years of sitting in solitude, a hermit, hidden from the world, I had no friends. Yet one day, just in the span of a few minutes of being there, after the car had just arrived, Kerix showed up. He walked up to me and asked me a simple question, “Hey, you seem nice, and around thirteen too, that’s cool, what’s your name?”, and it was the first time I’d heard the question in years, it had been so long since someone really wanted to meet me, since someone thought it worthwhile, thought I was worthwhile, then Kerix walked up to me without a second thought and went off on a tangent about indie animation and upcoming games and for a moment I forgot about the childhood wasted in solitude, all the time I had spent alone, all the time I had to myself. Because of him

School started that fall, three years ago, the first year of high school, it was great, middle school sucked for me. The kids were relentless, and being vulnerable with nobody to defend me made it really suck for three years, I wasn’t in the best place. Yet this year was better, people told me it was because I was getting older, because high school was just better, I never believed them. He radiated a kind of energy, nobody messed with us, they didn’t want to, we looked happy. That year was great, we did everything together, we wrote together, he wrote stories, I wrote poetry, any other kid would have bullied me for it, yet he recited it in an overemphasized shakespeare accent. Things were great for that year, and the year after, and the year after, and now this year he’s missing and everything has gone to shit. He was my best friend, so much so that we had been calling each other by our tags rather than our names. He was Kerix, and I was Jay. Things were going well, until he went missing last week.

So far the only lead I have is the note he left for me, it has a bit of blood on the corner and it might be written in blood? I don’t know, or red pen, I was always the theater kid of the two of us, so I doubt he’d do something that dramatic. Unless of course he was taken, kidnapped maybe? By some evil organization, it sounds like something he would do, upset some big bad guy and get kidnapped? Wait, am I the prince in this scenario, am I saving the princess? Was he doing this as self sacrifice, turning himself in to save the planet and everyone on it from destruction? I think I may have resorted to making up scenarios to keep myself sane, but I have to detectivize this mess, I haven’t got much time, or maybe I do? This is complicated.

Well, maybe the other kids know something? His sister? No,I don’t think Riley has the mental capacity, being five and all, to hold any potentially useful information at the moment, though getting her side of the story could be useful later. I should question someone, this is outrageous, I know he told me not to look, but if he knows anything about me, he knows I am incredibly determined and will stop at nothing, or maybe I’m just really stubborn, either way it’s a good thing, solving the mystery of his disappearance. Unless he’s dead, that would suck, maybe I shouldn’t be working to find him, what if he had a good reason for saying that? What if he started a pyramid scheme and ran off to live on an island somewhere, if that’s the case, I’m going to be very mad he didn’t bring me along, I could’ve set up the database and everything.

So I have pretty much no legitimate leads other than asking his also grieving family, which makes me a bit of a douche to do, and there’s a chance he’s dead. It could have been suicide, that’s what they’re all saying, but I know it wasn’t, he wouldn’t, he was happy, not with the world, but with everything he had with all of us. Maybe the world is doing horrific, and maybe things are falling apart in the world, and maybe it was too much, but I doubt it. I’m going with the “he was kidnapped” theory for now. I have to, it’s all I have to go off of, I hope he was.

Kerix wouldn’t have killed himself, no matter what, he might’ve had his moments, but he would never go that far, and he’s honest, if he were writing a suicide note, it would be obvious, he wouldn’t hide something so incredibly important. I know he’s out there, I know it, he has to be, he just has to- The doorbell rings, I’m home alone, like most afternoons, scribbling in a journal I’ve now dedicated to my search for Kerix. I know I shouldn’t open the door, but it’s tempting, then I hear a voice, it’s him, it really is, it is. “Hey, Jay! Could you let me in, I need somewhere to stay for a while, just enough to hide for a little bit, please?” And I know he could be kidnapped, this could be a trap, but I don’t care, I rush over, unlock the door and pull it open… but, there’s nobody there, just the wind blowing, it’s warm outside, warmer than in here anyways. I step back to take my sandals and slip them on, I walk outside, I live on a hill. A hill where if someone were here, I’d know, there isn’t anywhere to go, he wouldn’t ding dong ditch me here, right? He’s a good guy, he couldn't have, it’s impossible to get out of sight that fast, we have a fence, and no bushes. I think in horror I might know in my heart that he’s gone, that I’m in denial, that maybe this is really it, that I’m hallucinating, hearing his voice. Then I remember that isn’t how denial works and I skipped over several important stages of grief and that I’m just a fuckin idiot and overreacting. I might be imagining things out of trauma, but I’m not gonna psychoanalyze this for an hour, I’ve got a friend to find.

I walk back inside and shut the door, I swear I see a figure out of the corner of my eye as I do, almost certain it was there. It’s weird, it seemed so real, I ignore it, instead focusing on the matter at hand. Finding the happy go lucky dude I’m proud to call my best friend forever, and I know it sounds stupid and like a girly thing to say, but hey, I’m a bit girly sometimes, so what? I walk back to my usual chair but not before I see a hand and a pair of incredibly human looking eyes disappear behind the corner of the doorway leading to the living room. “Holy shit”, “I’m either crazy or going to die", the first thoughts that ran through my head.

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kookie-doughs · 3 years

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Beta Tester

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-YN LN is a popular mangaka

Chapter 14: Drubk

With everyone who took part in the bet waltzing towards the buffet table you were left alone with strangers.

As awkward as it is being stuck in this situation you couldn't be bothered as you've almost won 500 bucks.

"Not slowing down at all huh?" Atsumu smirked.

"Not until I get that 500 bucks, nu-uh." You replied downing your glass.

You've halfed your 2nd bottle already. The stooges had gone to find the largest champagne they could for your third and last.

As far as they know... You don't show slightest bit of drunken actions or slurs. Not that you do those. Like what Tendou and Akaashi said, when you're drunk you do something stupid once.

"I worry about you. Too much alcohol is said to be incredibly bad for one's health."

"I heard alcohol makes you fat..."

"Slow down a bit YN-San."

"I shouldn't have went here if you'll just barf everywhere."

The worried replies of the volleyball players(minus Atsumu) was ignored as you poured your last drop of your 2nd champagne bottle.

"Fucking hell... Those Lil shits better bring me my last one. Momma needs a new tablet!!"

Finally downing your last glass you stood up. Stretching you went to the tables on your left.

"Mr. Jisei, right?" You asked the man with messy black hair and petting a cat. He smiled seeing you and gave his cat to the girl beside him who sighed. The long haired male beside her started sneezing.

"Ms. L/N, congratulations to your game. The investment that Sakujo had begged was indeed worth it." He smiled.

The thought of Sakujo begging this man was permanent in your mind, good and bad reasons.

"I'm glad you think so." You nodded. "Jinko, it's nice to see you again."

"Likewise Y/N! By the way, this is Heiwa my wife!" She grinned pulling the girl with the cat beside her. The cat hopped from Heiwa and landed on the Korean male.

It was a mess, that you chose to get away from. With the silver haired actor's ruckus, you figured it's a hint to get away from them. And thought of food.

Greeting some people and thanking them for the "congratulations" they've said, you went back to your now empty table. Setting down the food you've gathered you sat alone at your table and started eating.

"Lonely..." You pouted.

Standing up you turned to the table on your right. Kenma, Goshiki's date and Kuroo's date were the only ones that remained at the table. Seeing the free spot beside Kenma, you brought your plate and sat beside him.

Kenma was hunched over focused on a game, most likey to be PPM. Feeling your pressence he turned to face you and grimaced.

Flipping Kenma off, you faced the two women. "Hey! I'm Y/N! I hope the party's to your liking!"

"Alisa Haiba, I came with Kuroo." The long haired girl smiled. "This is great! The food is amazing!"

"I know! Goshiki got seconds!" The other girl exclaimed. "I'm Maiko by the way! Maiko Yonezawa, I came with Goshiki."

You sighed and leaned on Kenma who pushed you away with a scowl.

"I came with this hermit." You frowned poking him.

"Y/N!!!" Kuroo came back holding three trays of food. "They have desserts! A lot! Holy shit this is the best place!"

"For me?" Alisa's eyes shown at the plates Kuroo held. "Hell no. Get your own. You got two hands don't you?" Alisa's face dropped. "Your date is also eating flounder at the buffet table not bothering to get out of there."

The two girls sighed and stood up to leave.

Kuroo winked at me, "I want desserts!"

Kenma glared at the rooster. "You haven't eaten your food yet."

"Your point?" He stood up and left.

Seeing that you were alone with Kenma you flopped beside him. "Kenmaaaaa..."

"Shut up."

"Kenmaaaaaaaaa..." Pulling him closer to you and making sure he won't be able to escape your grasp no matter how much he strugged.

With a frown he turned to you. "Let me go." He hissed.

"Pspsps..." You whispered petting his head.

"What the fuck? Stop it." He tried swating your hand away but failed. "Let me go! Stop it's annoying! Are you drunk or something?"

"No I am not drunk. I only drank champange you can't even smell a drop of alcohol from me, I am perfectly sober."

"Then let me go."

"You can still play..."

"No I can't let me go or I'll break your arms." He glared.

Looking at him you smirked. "You're cute when you're annoyed.

Without thinking you leaned closer and... "Chuu~~!" You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer, his soft lips against yours. After a few minutes you pulled away proud of yourself.

Kenma sat there a frozen at his spot. His face slowly started heating up.

He stood up and left without words.

"Kenma not again!" With a groan you flopped on the table. "Friking...Pudding..."

"You ready for bottle 3?!" You turned behind and saw the friends who left you holding a champange bottle at least 2 liters large.

"Bring it bitch!" You smirked.

Sakujo set down a glass and Tendou poured.

"I wonder what stupid thing she'll do."

"I bet it's tea so hot that the media would want to buy it.

You've drank about 1/4 of your bottle. Kenma hadn't return since he left 30 minutes or so ago. As you were about to drink your glass. The sight and memory of Kenma and your kiss came. You spit out your drink at the now very disgusted Akaashi.

"What the fuck?" They all asked you.

With your face so red you ran to the bathroom.

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Shit keeps getting worse. I'm just trying to get to the romance fast lmao

Who gon take u hom noe?

Guess ur walkin

-kookie-doughs

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angelic-serenade · 4 years

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Alastor + disaster cook! S/O

headcanons

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you could not cook to save your life

any attempt at cooking would result in certain failure in the best case scenario and 5.4 magnitude earthquake damage in the worst

sure, you could make edible pasta and if you really put your best efforts into it, acceptable omelette too

but anything past that level of complexity was simply out of your league, a lost cause to put it mildly

don't you even think about making a cake, that shit's dangerous

as they say: as above so below

when you landed in Hell and found yourself joining the Happy Hotel soon after, you came to find out your culinary skills had not magically improved

which is quite ironic since Charlie had made you head chef of the hotel

the string of curses which had left your lips upon hearing the news had been legendary, even for Hell

you adored the demon princess with your whole heart (or whatever was left of it anyway), bUT REALLY CHARLIE? YOU DO NOT GIVE A GUN TO A CHILD AND EXPECT CASUALTIES NOT TO HAPPEN

at this point you were certain she was subconsciously auto-sabotaging

either way, you didn't have the heart to tell her no, so you decided to put your heart and soul into trying to learn how to properly cook, which didn't turn out to be the ideal choice of words since you were in Hell and your soul was probably rotten to the core

at least, nobody could say you hadn't tried your damn best

and hey! some days your cooking hadn't even been completely sickening

you decided to stick to easy, “safe” dishes though, you know, just to be sure

so pasta and eggs were definitely a thing

a constant and repetitive thing to be precise

you were trying your best, okay? nobody in your place with your limited set of skills would have taken the job, but you did and you deserved recognition for that feat alone

or a fucking donkey hat for your skyrocketing dumbness levels

things were not so bad at first

both Charlie and Vaggie were very supportive, each one of them in their own way - even though you had totally seen Charlie trying to swallow pure unadulterated fear that one time you had announced you wanted to try to cook something more elaborate

Angel Dust on the other hand... hadn't been as considerate as to lie to your face about what he thought of your cooking

"fuck me doll, this shit's disgusting"

*insert the I don't have friends they disappoint me vine here*

Vaggie had proceeded to give Angel quite the earful while Charlie tried her best to cheer you up

you went full hermit mode on them for two days after that

you were proud of yourself, handling criticism so well

anyway, the cycle kept repeating, with the only difference that most days Angel would grab something to eat outside of the hotel and join you during meals only to blankly stare at the plates and silvery

Charlie had tried to shield you from the truth, but you weren't that stupid

you respected Angel's choice, really, you did, and you had decided to be the bigger person among the two

that's why you began to put a lil bit of laxative into his portions whenever he decided to grace your efforts and actually eat your "disgusting cooking"

y’know just to spicy things up a little

at least now he had a valid reason to complain

with the whole fiasco on live TV and the sudden and suspicious appearence of the one and only Radio Demon at your doorstep, however, things started going haywire

Alastor's presence was eeirly demanding and unsettlingly charmimg at the same time

so it was only natural for you to gravitate the fuck away from him whenever you could

you always acted politely, greeting him whenever you bumped into him through the corridors of the hotel, but you only went as far as to appear courteous because you didn't want for him to go Hannibal Lecter on you. thanks, no thanks

“and what can you do my feminine fellow?”

“I can suck your dick!”

you had snorted a bit at that which immediately shifted the strawberry pimp's attention to yourself

“and what about you, pretty dame? I take it you're in charge of the kitchens around here?”

dressed in your chef attire, you were going to meekly answer him, but before you could, roaring laughter erupted in the room. it belonged to the one and only slutty spider you found oh so irritating

in the fraction of seconds, Alastor snapped his neck at an unnatural angle to stare at the spider with a strained smile on his face

needless to say, the cursed image would forever haunt your traumatized psyche

“hasn't your mother taught you it is rude to interrupt a conversation which you have no part in? that just won't do!”

static filled the air and you feared you were going to implode if the heavy pressure didn't lift off soon enough, so you decided to take action

“ugh... yes, I'm the head chef! but, well, I... could actually use some practice and proper training?”

you hated how uncertain you sounded, but Angel's comments and your own dissatisfaction with your culinary products made you quite self-conscious about your skills

“don't fret your pretty little head about it, my dear! I, for one, am a culinary connaisseur and wonderful chef, if I do say so myself. I'll be ecstatic to guide you through your training!”

how you'd be able to handle his booming voice during hours and hours of practice was your first and main concern, but you had never been one to refuse the chance to finally prove the people who had criticized you wrong *cough cough* Angel Dust

since that day, Alastor began to personally give you cooking lessons

he was exuberant and pretty sly when it came to veiled jabs about your dreadful cooking, but he really took his time to help you out

which you had been both grateful and suspicious about

“now, we can't have our future patrons starving to death, can we?”

he was strangely patient and an overall good teacher too (emphasis on overall)

he guided you step by step through each dish, simultaneously showing off his own flawless culinary skills

you hated that you daily found yourself boosting his already GIGANTIC ego, but you couldn't help it. you could only dream about reaching that level of artistry in cooking

he always came up with creative recipes to test your limits and cooked for you in order to make you more familiar with different tastes. his mother’s were your favorites, jambalaya being his one true specialty

he had blindfolded you once and proceeded to present you with various samples of spices, oilments and all kinds of food so that you could acquaint yourself with the smells and flavors of the ingredients and figure out yourself which ones would best suit a certain dish

saying you were hesitant at first was an understatement, because you know? being completely at the mercy of a sadistic serial killer who had terrorized the seven circles of hell? not even being able to see him? not on your bucket list

he had tried to ease your nervousness with the whole “if I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would have done so already” thing, but it was getting kind of old pretty fast

“if I had been one to play with fire, I'd have joined a circus”

he found your sense of humor as endearing your sheer presence

(when he rolled up his sleeves to cook, you felt like you could catch fire any minute, you were a slut for strong skinny arms)

yes, Alastor had always loved to show off his own impeccable skills but he unexpectedly found himself enjoying the moments spent in your company too

he relished in seeing you fail again and again, but he also admired the way you always managed to bring yourself back up to your feet each time

he had yet to fully understand if it was foolishness or stubbornness to guide your steps

either way, you turned out to be his favorite form of entertainment in the hotel!

no matter how many slights would he send your way, you'd always manage to find an appropriate remark that made his permanent smile stretch a little more in sheer amusement

“oh dear, this beef is so undercooked one could still hear the poor beast’s lament”

“the only noise I hear is the obnoxious ramblings of an arrogant boomer”

he wasn't technically a boomer but it was always so satisfying to irk him with terms he had no knowledge of

during your cooking lessons, when the only thing left to do with a dish was wait and pray for the best, you'd come to talk about everything and anything

he'd talk to you about his precious New Orleans as he remembered it and you'd fill him in on recent historical/social developments of your time

he always looked so taken when you shared with him that modern knowledge and it made you feel useful for a change

it was, dare you say it, almost adorable how he'd ask you countless questions about your home town, the catastrophes of the last century and had there been any other war since his death?

the topic switches almost made you dizzy though

once or twice, when the timing allowed, he'd even indulge in a musical show to pass time

on the days your mood soured because of a particularly complicated recipe or bad result, he'd drag you along and dance until you were so distracted by the absurdness of the circumstances that you forgot about your previous sadness

with time, his musical shows became more frequent as he realized you'd always offer him a genuine smile after his flashy performances

it was out of personal indulgence, not because he liked the way his music always seemed to cheer you up

he'd not been vocal about the way he tried to comfort you, but you were grateful nonetheless

the first time you managed to succesfully complete one of his complicated recipes, you had almost cried

“now, now deary, under my watchful eye, it was only a matter of time until you'd finally blossom into a fine cook!”

“Alastor can I... can I hug you?”

and how could he say no to such an adorable expression? he found himself stunned into silence, not being able to tell you yes either, therefore you slowly came closer as if trying not to scare a wild animal away

when Alastor passively stood before you, not moving away, you wrapped your arms around him

he really was such a dorky noodle

he didn't relax into the hug, but he kept still as you relished in the moment and let the pressure you had hoarded for months now loose

Alastor proceeded to show off your dish during dinner and even Angel Dust could do nothing but shut up and dig in

The all powerful Radio Demon was simply so proud of your progress - not that he doubted you'd prevail in the end, thanks to his expertise and guidance

from that moment onward things only got better and even if you didn't necessarily need Alastor's help anymore, neither of you ever mentioned going your separate ways

you were both secretly glad for the silent agreement

friendly banter and dad jokes were a daily occurrence and with your new-found confidence in the field, you'd always bite back showing off new delicious dishes instead than words

you still had trouble every now and then, but Alastor was always there to help you out

not that you'd ever hear the end of it if you actually asked him for help

“what was that, my darling? is the mightiest chef in Hell having trouble in Paradise?”

you had noticed however that he'd started sneaking glances your way more than usual lately and he also started following you around wherever you went in the hotel. he became your shadow both inside and outside of the kitchen

the attention soon became unnerving, even more so when you'd go in the kitchen only find a different flower on the counter each morning

you came to realize that Alastor's advances were rather old fashioned, but you would amuse the dork and yourself for a while before taking charge

gifts became an ordinary occurrence as well as praise and you preferred not to think about what praise could do to you when it came from Alastor

he enjoyed your reactions to his flattering words a little too much, he had to admit

you had had enough of his childish antics one day and you decided to finally put your plan into action

“Al, can you come here for one sec?”

he wasn't particularly fond of the nickname, but you just loved to get under his skin as much as he did when it came to you

“what can I do for you, my darling chef?”

“here, I have a gift for you”

he looked uncharacteristically unsure of what to do but slightly amused as well. in the end curiosity took the best of him and he finally decided to open the box you had handed to him rather unceremoniously

“what is this dear?”

the apron you had chosen was a perfect fit for your long boi

“read it, please”

“kiss the cook? well, if you ask me so nicely, I just might have to”

he then proceeded to peck your cheek and you swore you could have fainted right there and then by the sheer sweetness of the gesture

it hadn't exactly been what you had planned, but you weren't going to complain

your relationship was bound to be full of surprises apparently

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dummythiccreader · 3 years

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Mina x Fem! reader

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽

An AU in MHA with no quirks or just being normal humans. And you're friends with the Baku squad. Uh yeah she may be out of character but I tried :/

(Fluff with a lil kissing)

𝓦𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓱

I was hanging with my close friends Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido.

I was chilling with them being the sober friend but Ashido was drunk out of her mind, so I offered to take her home and did so.

I hauled her to her front door holding her up by her arm over my shoulder with her chest slightly against me causing blood to rush to my face. I stole her keys from her pocket to get her inside. I open the door and she leans her weight onto me unintentionally pushing me into the house making me fall onto my back with her on top of me.

Even though it hurt like hell, at least Ashido is okay.

"Ughh.. "

"Are you okay? "

"Yeah.. " she rubbed her head and looked at me with her beautiful amber eyes looking at me.

"You're so pretty (y/n)~ Did I ever tell you that? " she traced a finger on my cheek.

"Ah-h thank you Ashido." The heat in my face radiating at this point. But sadden knowing she most likely didn't mean it in the other way.

I stood up, pulling her up as well as dragging her to get her to bed to sleep this off and to go home to calm my heart right now.

"You can call me Mina~."

I sighed "Fine, just let me close the door. "

Yeah no, I'm not doing that it's just not right while she's drunk. "Haha" I giggled nervously to give her some sort of response and she smiled.

I brought her in her room and I placed her on the bed lightly on her side then I was about to leave her "Wait! Don't leave I'm don't want to be left alone. " Ashido tugged at my arm lightly.

"Please don't leave me She whined and looked like she's going to cry but she slipped off the bed a bit grabbing me. The only thing holding her is her grip on me and the bed.

"I'm not, I'm not, I'm just closing the door okay? I promise I'm not leaving you. " She brought out a pinky while barely being able the hold herself up "Pinky promise? "

I sighed and pinky swears with her and hoisted her back in the bed and locked the door. I walked back stepping on this creaky ass floor and she was waiting for me.

"Yay! You came back!" Adorable waving her arms in the air like a child "Haha you're so silly when you're drunk" I booped her nose and she giggled.

She yankes me closer to the bed "(y/n), come and lay with me! " she excitedly says. "Ah okay..."

"Awe you're so cute! " I got flustered from the compliment. I'm just burning up at this point.

She pulled me onto the bed hugging me making me blush controllably from a gorgeous girl hugging me then pulled her face away looking at my face.

"Ah thank you"

I'm too shy for this shit...

"Hey (y/n)? You know, I would date you if you were a boy"

AHH WHAT DO I FUCKING SAY

"Hehe, same. "

Real smooth (y/n) :')

"Hey (y/n) if I don't get a boyfriend will you date me?"

"Ummm sure"

I'm so gay for her ;-;

"Thank you! "

She held me close.

"You're such an amazing friend"

Ouch.

"Thanks.. "

We continued to hug until I realized she went asleep.

Bruh wth was that.

My blush has went down for sure but I don't think I'll ever forget.

I cried a bit.

Over another straight girl of course...

I went to sleep crying but it felt nice to be with Ashido.

...

I woke up alone with no one beside me. I got up and looked around and saw no one. I opened my phone and see a text.

Ashido : I'm sorry about what happened last night but I have clients to tattoo so let's talk later.

I texted her back 'Okay that's fine'

I'm such a dry texter :<

Ah I wonder if she remembees what happened. Cause she was so out of it.

I go straight home to my apartment me and I worked at home as a freelance artist so I didn't need to go out much being a lowkey hermit.

AHHHH I DON'T WANNA WORK TODAY ARRGGGHHH

I worked anyways working on a commission loosing track of time until I finally felt too hungry to ignore it.

I got up to make a simple sandwich and then I heard a knock on the door.

I first looked through to see my favorite pink haired girl Ashido.

I opened the door.

"Hey can I come in! "

"Yeah just chill out I have neighbors party girl. "

"Haha okay"

I invited her in and she comfortably sat on my couch.

I walked to the kitchen to finish making my sandwich.

"I see you remembered to eat today. "

"Yeah I couldn't ignore it"

"Hah... You worry me sometimes (y/n) "

"I'm sorry. "

"It's okay! Just take care of yourself more. "

"Yes ma'am "

I walked in the living room with my sandwich.

"Hey so about yesterday. What happened? "

"Ah, nothing much you just forced me to stay that's all. "

"Oh okay, I worried for nothing... Are you sure I didn't say any embarrassing? "

I think about telling her but I'll save her the embarrassment.

"Nah you were obsessing over kpop again. "

"Haha okay I was scared I said something else. "

"Oh that's fine. " I pat her lightly

Pure awkward silence.

"Uh, actually I have something to tell you. "

She stares seriously into my eyes placing a hand on top of mines signaling it was really important.

"Ah, what is it? "

Oh please, I hope it's nothing bad. Maybe I did something wrong. Agghhh.

"Ah well, I have... feelings for you. "

Wait is this real? Am I dreaming? Huh?

"For real? " I ask for reassurance.

"Yeah, I'm sorry" She looked down feeling ashamed of her feelings.

I took both her hand griping them not too hard but enough to get her attention.

"No cause, it's crazy cause I like you too. " I smiled at her.

"Really?! " She said crying.

"Yes, of course. "

I hugged her, and she squeezed me back.

She pulled back and took my face with both of her hands and kissed me while I wrapped my arms around her neck deepening the kiss while she laid me down on the couch being on top of me still kissing sliding a hand up my shirt making me flinch a bit and then I finally needed to breathe.

We looked at each other in silence breathing trying to catch our breath we continued to kiss her moving her hand from under my shirt to my hand holding one. Her other hand touched my jaw and then she stopped kissing my neck, leaving a hickey.

I wanted to stop her because we're moving too fast but, I can't help but want more.

She stops and looks at being dazed and wanting more.

She wiped her mouth and says.

"Hey, we're moving a bit too fast let's take things slow I want things to last. " She looks at me giving a half-smile.

"Yeah, let's... "

Okay, you can do this (y/n)! Ask her on a date.

"Let's go on a date when you're available. "

I did it.

"Yes, of course, I'm free this Saturday. "

She sits up, pulling me up wrapping an arm around me.

"I'm so happy" whoops, I said it out loud

"Me too" she pulls me a loving side hug.

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