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I’m open to writing anything requested (mostly fluff), usually between 1-2 weeks I post if I have motivation, but im inconsistent with posting ^_^

Writing for: Gachiakuta + To be hero X

Introduction ->

Tamsy Caines / reader (fem)

Content: nsfw, slight degradation, dryhumping, mean(?) Tamsy, desperate reader, established relationship, a little proofread

wc: 1,135

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This felt so embarrassing…Tamsy had been gone for a few days. Yet all you could think about was him. You couldn’t even live without him if you tried! It was humiliating, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it (no matter how many attempts).

You missed Tamsy.

Today, Tamsy had come back from his days off. But he had come during the evening, and you weren’t able to see him. It was already turning to night, and everyone else fell asleep in their rooms. You tried sleeping too, yet couldn’t at all. You were missing Tamsy so much. Getting out of your room, you made your way over to Tamsy.

Knocking on the door, you painfully wait for him to answer, After waiting for what felt like forever, the door finally opened. There stood Tamsy: his long hair let down, wearing a white buttoned shirt to sleep.

“Is there something you need, (name)?”

“…can we talk inside your room?” You ask him.

He nods, letting you in. As you enter, Tamsy locks the door behind you and moves to his bed (where he sits). You could tell that he’s observing every part of you even when there wasn’t much light. Awkwardly, you stood in front of him and wait for him to talk.

“What did you want to say, pray tell?”

“Want you so bad Tamsy…” you beg him, “please…”

“…I can’t refuse you at all, can I?”

Tamsy spreads his legs, opening himself to you. A very evident print formed in between his legs, and he made it obvious to you.

“Since you want me this badly,” he speaks, “sit here.”

He patted his thigh, wanting you to sit there…on his thigh. You could feel the heat creeping up your face. Though it was what you wanted…it wasn’t like that. Nothing came out from your mouth, unable to find the right words to say.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Tamsy asks, “to be this close to me?”

“Yes—but it’s just…” you mumble, “I was thinking of something else...”

“What were you thinking of then?”

It was obvious what you were thinking about. The hand placement was so obvious.

“It’s fine if you don’t want this.” He says.

“No—I’ll do it.”

You lower yourself onto his thighs, legs between his, your entire weight on your pelvis. You shifted a little, still getting used to this.

“Go on, no need to be scared.” Tamsy spoke, his tone gentle.

Hesitantly, your hips rock against his thigh. It creates enough friction between your cunt and his thigh. You try and get used to the friction, your cunt being pressed on his thigh. A few whimpers escape your mouth. Your eyes look everywhere but him, too flustered to face Tamsy. He notices how you avoid looking at him—your head kept low.

“Don’t look away from me now,” he told you, “let me see your face.”

His hand pressed against your face, tilting your head to face him—tears daring to trickle down your face. You could feel how wet your cunt was, the fabric of your panties clinging to the wet spot. And it continued to spread while you hump his leg (worrying that it’ll stain his pants).

You could feel his other hand trail underneath your clothes, pulled up to your chest (and your bra in the process). Fingers fondle the squishy fat, occasionally brushing against your nipples. You continue to grind on his thigh, desperately needing that satisfaction.

A mixture of ‘fuck’ and his name left your mouth, along with your needy cries that filled the room. But he could hear them getting louder, knowing that you were close to your orgasm. And before you could, his hand stopped your hips grinding.

“Tamsy…?” You ask, though sounding frustrated from the ruined orgasm.

“Shh…the others will hear you if you’re too loud,” he purred, “you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

“No…” you frantically shook your head, trying to stop the noises from escaping your mouth.

To prevent the sounds coming out, you bit your inner cheek to keep yourself quiet. Still rubbing your slick cunt against his pants, trying to build back the pleasure. Tamsy watched as you become a desperate mess, knowing that he had you wrapped around his fingers. Every time a sound slipped from your mouth, his hand would slap your ass to keep you quiet—kneading them in his hands.

Eventually, the pleasure builds back up. You’re already close—you need him. The knot in your stomach becomes tighter, about to burst at any moment. And he knows that you’re close. The way you rocked on his thigh was becoming more sloppy—careless with an unmatched pace.

“G-Gonna cum…” you whimpered—head leaning next to his neck.

“Go on, do it.”

Your pace hastened, clinging onto Tamsy while you grind on him. It was so close—blissfully close to bring you what you need.

Your body shakes as the knot bursts, reaching your orgasm. It takes a moment or two to calm down, your breathing still being heavy. Though…it doesn’t help much from being satisfied.

“Tamsy…”

“Hm? What do you need?” He asks (already knowing what you want from him).

“Your cock, please…” you softly plead.

“Isn’t this already enough?” Tamsy tuts.

“…no,” you shook your head.

His hand trailed down your panties, going underneath the fabric. The pad of his finger circled your sensitive nub—pushing his fingers inside of you. A gasp left your mouth from the sudden intrusion, feeling him spreading his fingers inside of your walls—touching where you were most sensitive. While his fingers moved inside you, it made squelching sounds—lewd as it usually sounded. As quick as his fingers entered inside of you, they were pulled out, leaving you whimpering.

“I’m sure you’re fine, you don’t need me.” He sighed, wiping his slick fingers on your inner thighs.

Looking down at the mess you made, you could see the print between his legs. It was more evident when Tamsy spreads his legs out (you swear you saw it twitch). He made the bulge so obvious…knowing that you would want more. Along with that, he just touched you…pushing against every sensitive spot to keep you like this. Tamsy was cruel with it too.

You get off his leg, though feeling frustrated. The bed creeks as he also gets off, walking you outside. You adjust your clothes, making sure that no one would question why you looked like a mess walking out. Reaching to the door, Tamsy gives you a small peck on the cheek.

“Now, go sleep.” Tamsy whispered, “I’ll see you tomorrow, dear.”

As the door closed, you turn to head back to your room. The tingling feeling still lingering between your thighs.

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Firstly I want to say that I love your writing so much🥺 It makes me want to write one on my own too but sadly I have skill issue 💔🥀

And I love the obsessive/yandere! X so much too! Everyone almost have the same headcanons for him based on his personality and MBTI as an quiet, cunning yandere and hiding his obsessive under his smiling attitude 💥 💥 💥

Can I request one for this X's concept? 🥺 With an oblivious reader that recognize everything but not his emotions too🦌

And reader can be whatever gender btw💃

Realize it please!

Hero X (Bai Xizhuang) / reader (gn)

Content: oblivious reader, (kinda) desperate Bai Xizhuang, fluff, you and Bai Xizhuang are coworkers, confession, kissing, not proofread

wc: 1074

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It felt so pathetic…trying ways to show you that he likes you.

Bai Xizhuang had been trying to make it obvious that he likes you. And with every attempt, you fail to recognize it. One time, he gave you a gift with your favorite things and flowers to make it somewhat obvious—that didn’t work. You didn’t take the hint and thanked him for the gift. Another time, he took you out for lunch and paid for everything, admiring you up close while you talked the entire time. It was painfully obvious…so obvious that he could just die right there. And yet, you could barely see that.

No matter how much he tries, it all doesn’t work because you don’t even realize it. It’s right up in your face! But you’re too blind to see the signs. His feelings for you had gotten so bad that everyone in the office knows (and he knows it too). No one had told you yet, and he hoped no one did.

Still, Bai Xizhuang knows that he has to tell you one day…he just has to wait until he could find the perfect opportunity. Yeah…the perfect timing to confess to you.

At the office, you were working with another colleague. Bai Xizhuang asked to eat together after the day ended, and you agreed to the offer. It was basically a routine you and him would do everyday.

While working, you felt your colleague tap your shoulder. Turning to the side, you thought your coworker needed something.

“Don’t you realize?” Your colleague asked.

“Realize what?”

“Bai Xizhuang likes you,” they sigh, “do you not see how he’s head over heels for you?”

“Huh—really!? But he’s just being nice!” You shook your head, “and we’re friends, so we’ll hang out.”

“The whole office knows that he likes you.” They lean closer to you.

Now looking back at every moment, you never realized it: the way he always was close to you, the many gifts he gave you, listening to your complaints and rantings even when he was busy himself. You always thought he was being kind to you, and funny even. You were always around Bai Xizhuang! How could you realize it now?

You could feel your face heating up, looking away from your colleague as an attempt to hide your face. It felt so stupid to know it just now…how obvious Bai Xizhuang likes you.

“Are you going to date Bai Xizhuang?” They ask you.

“Uhm…I’m not sure—maybe, I need time to take it in.” You fumble your words, unable to get them together. “But we should go back to working.”

For the entire time, you were thinking about it. Bai Xizhuang likes you, and has been for a few years. Oh…and you were too dumb to realize it! How could it fly over your head? Sure, you would reciprocate those feelings back! But you weren’t even sure wether to confront him about his feelings towards you or let it happen naturally.

Time flew by in a flash, where you were now at bai Xizhuang’s apartment. Both you and him were eating skewers together while sitting on his cramped brown couch, talking about how the manager was giving out too much work. It was like this every day: you and him being here together, chatting while you both eat. But now, you were micro-analyzing every detail about him, seeing his actions towards you. And maybe you were staring too long as Bai Xizhuang stopped talking.

“…is there something on my face?” He questioned.

“Oh—sorry, I guess I was dozing off.” You lie, scratching the back of your head.

When would you tell him—what time would be right to ask him? Lying back on the couch, you look at him again…not realizing your words coming out of your mouth.

“Bai Xizhuang?” You ask, “…do you like me?”

“I—what?” He stammered for a moment, almost choking on his drink.

“Do you like me?” You repeated yourself.

You could see a red tint coloring his entire face, his ears especially red. He tries to say something, which had nothing coming out. The way he speaks changes drastically, frantic with words tangled, unlike how he’s usually speak. This wasn’t how you usually see him, how Bai Xizhuang turns into a complete mess.

“Did you realize it right now…?” He murmured.

“In the afternoon, one of our colleagues told me...” You admitted. “I like you too, you know.”

“…really?” He turned to look at you.

You nodded your head, confirming your answer.

It takes a moment or two…letting Bai Xizhuang process it all. You wait there patiently, waiting for him. Though…you could also feel your face heating up too, you just hoped it wasn’t as bad as his (just looked away in case).

After a few minutes of silence, you glanced back at Bai Xizhuang. He awkwardly looks back at you, that red tint still on his face. Without any thought, you came closer to him. The atmosphere was getting tense—harder to breathe in with how close you and Bai Xizhuang were together.

“Is it okay to kiss you?”

“…yes, you can…” Bai Xizhuang nods his head.

Leaning closer to him, your hands press against his chest, being where his heart was. Against the palm of your hand, you could feel his heart pounding the more you moved closer. You also felt your heart skip a beat, your stomach getting tingly. Both you and him avoided each other’s eyes, daring not to take a look at each other.

Eventually…you close your eyes, pressing your lips gently against his own. It takes time to get used to, being something unfamiliar that you never tried. As you kissed him, you both melted into each other. His hand rests at your hips, holding in place. This could go on forever…being something that you and Bai Xizhuang never wanted to end. But what felt like forever only lasted a few minutes, as you both pulled away from each other—breathing heavily.

“…we should clean up…” Bai Xizhuang mumbles.

“…yeah, we should,” you get up, “it’s getting late too.”

Embarrassingly, you clean up the mess on the table—grabbing Bai Xizhuang’s drink (that he was still drinking) into the trash bag. And after tidying up the whole place, you waved goodbye to the flustered Bai Xizhuang, frantically leaving his place.

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Tamsy Caines / reader (gn)

Content: fluff, established relationship, oneshot, not proofread

wc: 584

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Your new behavior began to confuse Tamsy, especially when you started running away from him.

When he was around headquarters, you’d suddenly appear and start pampering him with kisses all over him. Before he could even get a word out with you, you end up running off. At first, Tamsy thought it was a one time thing. But that proved to be wrong after the second time, then the third…and so on. Sometimes, it would only be him. Other times, the cleaners would see what was happening.

He wasn’t into displaying affection out in the public. Yet he would be put up to it by your antics.

Yesterday, Tamsy was in the common room, watching Enjin and Gris play cards with the other cleaners. While he did, he felt someone wrap their arms around him. Already…he knew it was you. Before he could turn around, he was attacked all over his face with kisses. And after all of that, he could see you running away into the halls. He could hear snickering from the back of his ear, Enjin and the others being the source of the noise.

The next time you did it, he’d be sure to do it back to you.

Today was your day off (knowing your schedule), and Tamsy came back early from a mission. All the other cleaners were off on missions, so it was just you and Tamsy inside headquarters. Knowing what you were going to do…he would wait for you to come. And it wouldn’t take long for it to happen.

Tamsy sat on the couch, lazing around, keeping watch for you. And he didn’t have to wait long. Your footsteps were approaching the commons room.

Before you could attack him with kisses, he already pulled you into him. Tamsy wrapped his arms around you, putting you directly on his lap. His head resting comfortably on your back. You wriggle on his lap, trying to get out.

“Tamsy!” You whine.

“Sit still, won’t you?” He mumbled, “don’t run from me…”

Begrudgingly, you stopped squirming all over his lap. Unable to escape his grasps, you sat there and let him use you like a pillow. He rested comfortably, wasting no time to sleep. You could hear the soft sounds of his breathing, feel his chest exhale against your back while he leaned on you. Apart from the air conditioning and his breathing (and yours), it was quiet. No one would be coming until later that day.

For a moment, everything was peaceful. What only mattered right now was being with Tamsy. His warmth held you close, embracing your whole body.

A buzz came from your choker, your hand touching the choker to see who wanted to talk to you.

“(Name)…” Eishia called out from the choker, “I need help in the infirmary…”

“I’ll come in a bit,” you tell her and let go of the choker, “Tamsy, I need to go now.”

“Are you going to quit that?” Tamsy asks you.

“Quit what...?” You play dumb, “I’m not sure—“

“Not the answer I want.”

His grasp on you tightened, not letting you go. You kick your legs, seeing if that would work to let go of you (which did not). Eishia would be wondering why you were gone for so long!

“Okay—okay, I’ll quit what I’ve been doing to you—promise…!” You comply.

Hero X (Bai Xizhuang) / reader (gn)

content: fluff, clingy reader, established relationship, somewhat proofread

wc: 512

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It was cold…too cold! You were shivering

blankets not even helping you. The worst part, Bai Xizhuang wasn’t there to help you warm up!

This day was especially cold, almost reaching to the negative. Bai Xizhuang left for work, and told you that he would be working overtime. You were staying home as it was your day off. And while he was gone, you huddled yourself up with blankets to keep warm. Though that didn’t help much. You made hot drinks to warm you up—your tongue burning because of it. You also took a hot bath to stay warm.

But it all didn’t really help…not that much. By the time it was night, you were shivering underneath the covers. The blanket on you didn’t do much. And you were missing how warm Bai Xizhuang was. This had you reaching for your phone, calling Bai Xizhuang. After a few seconds, he picked up the call.

“Bai Xizhuang…?” You mumble.

“Yes?”

“Can you come home, please?” You ask, “I’m freezing, and I miss you too…”

“Right now? I still need to work.” He tells you from the other line.

“Please—I’m going to die if I don’t get warmed up!” You plead with him.

“…fine, but wait for a few minutes…I’ll be done.” Bai Xizhuang chuckled.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” You soon hung up.

And when you hung up, you already were waiting for him to come back. Even when the cold was killing you, it would be worth it for Bai Xizhuang. He just needed to finish his other work, then he would come home.

And after a few minutes, the sound of a snap abruptly came. That noise was already familiar to you, one that the top hero makes: your lover.

Bai Xizhuang drops his bag on the floor, walking over to you.

“I’m home,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead.

“Lay down already, it’s too cold.” You whined.

Your hands tried pulling him into the bed, which he moved away before you could.

“I need to change out of my clothes and wash up,” Bai Xizhuang told you, “don’t be so impatient.”

“Fine..”

He takes off his clothes, bringing in his pajamas and a towel to shower. Though you weren’t that impatient, it was just today that you needed him (being too cold). Pathetically, you just cover yourself in more blankets. After a while, Bai Xizhuang came back in the bedroom—wearing blue-striped pajamas.

“Bai Xizhuang—come now.” You grabbed his arm, pulling him into the bed.

Your arms wrapped around him, cuddling Bai Xizhuang. His warmth engulfs you—having something to help you get comfy. Though it was abrupt, he knew how impatient you were. And there was no way getting out of your embrace.

“You’re being clingy,” Bai Xizhuang sighs, yet still accepting your hug.

“Don’t care,” you mumble.

You could create a scenario where X, in her civilian form, is in a relationship with Reader, but in her hero form, he saves her many times and acts friendly, yet Reader always thanks her in a curt manner, She doesn't hate him, she just feels strange around X (X kept an eye on Reader in his free time to make sure he was okay, but Reader always knew).

One day Reader discovers that X in his civilian form and his hero form are the same person (you can handle how he finds out however you like). The rest is up to you, but it could be a fluff romance?

Sure, If you don't want to do it, you can ignore this message. ^⁠_⁠_⁠^

Overly affectionate

Hero X (Bai Xizhuang) / reader (gn)

content: established relationship, fluff, not proofread (not sure what else to put)

wc: 829

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For the tenth time this week, you were saved by the top hero: Hero X.

Honestly…you weren’t that clumsy to be saved that much! But every time you managed to fall or get involved with a hero fighting someone, he would always be there to help you out. You were a fan of Hero X—for sure! But it was definitely strange how he was always there when you were in an accident.

This all began after you started dating Bai Xizhuang, a regular at a cafe you worked at. He was polite, though he didn’t speak much. Still, you and him started dating after a while. And before you knew, you were living with him.

It started off with Hero X saving you after a fight between a hero and their enemy. You thanked him profusely for saving you, yet also freaking out because he was the top hero—Hero X! Though you didn’t expect it to happen so many times.

Maybe every other day, you’d end up getting saved by Hero X. It was small coincidences, for sure…but what could explain him being there when you needed help? You were thankful of course! But it was strange. He always appears out of the blue, rescuing you and being so friendly about it (like always). It felt like he was watching over you…getting the opportunity to save you when you needed it.

You keep your replies short—somewhat blunt. It wasn’t that you disliked him! Moreover…there was something about Hero X.

There was something suspicious about him…so suspicious! There was something about X you couldn’t pinpoint. X reminded you of something (or someone), and yet…you struggled to figure that out. For sure, you felt off about him.

While you were walking on the street, a sudden attack happens nearby you! A hero’s rival began fighting, the street completely ruined where the attack is happening. And it just happens to be right where you were.

You immediately run to safety. Though it doesn’t help because powers and debris are tossed everywhere. When you do get to safety, a huge chunk of debris flew straight at you. Everything happens in a blink of an eye—the sound of a snap ringing in your ear.

And there he was: X, right by your side.

“How unlucky you are, being saved by me again.” He asked, “how are you, (Name)?”

“…thank you, X.” You expressed though being cautious, “I’m fine.”

“That’s nice to hear,” X smiled, turning around to see the fight.

X snapped his fingers and moved towards the scene—hero and rival being stopped. Citizens applauded the top hero, praising him for saving the day. And as quickly as he appeared, he soon left with the sound of a snap. Agents from the commission ran to assess the situation, blocking off the area of rubble.

The day went by as it usually did. The cafe was packed, which left you occupied in many orders. Bai Xizhuang mentioned that he’d come late, so you would be going home alone.

After the entire day, you made it to the shared apartment. Walking inside, you hear a familiar snap in the place. You knew what that sound was. Taking off your shoes, you shut the door and run into the living room: X standing there and looking at you. For a moment, the room was silent. He…was in your apartment!

“Why are you in my apartment?!”

“Wait—I can explain, (Name)!” He tries explaining, panicking at the sight of you there.

X immediately snaps his fingers, which he reveals to be Bai Xizhaung: your lover! It left you completely baffled—this wasn’t what you expected. No wonder why you felt familiar towards X, he was your lover. It also explains why he randomly began saving you (and the feelings that he was watching over you).

“You were X?!” You asked.

“Yes…” he muttered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just couldn’t find the right opportunity to—“

“That doesn’t explain things, you kept it a huge secret from me.” You fussed, sitting on the brown couch—turned away from him.

Bai Xizhuang brought you closer to him, his chin resting on your shoulder. Arms were completely wrapped around you, keeping you in his embrace. It was obvious that he was trying to make it up to you, being overly affectionate.

“Please, forgive me.” Bai Xizhuang pleads, “no more secrets—promise.”

“…fine,” you sighed.

Immediately, Bai Xizhuang pecked your cheeks—kisses all over your face. Your hands attempt to push him back to stop him from attacking your face, yet it doesn’t help. Kisses and kisses were planted all over you. Though this was a way to make it up for keeping it a secret, you enjoyed how doting he was.

“I thought X was a weirdo…” you mumbled.

“I’m not,” Bai Xizhuang shook his head, “I was only watching out for you.”

And the way you wrote him? Goodness, I can't help but blush all the time AHAHAHAH

I see that your request is open so can I ask about... A yandere (or not) X with (gn or male) reader? 😳 where maybe the reader got isekai (killed or just transform or maybe even by truck-kun*jk)

And when the reader knew where he was in (which it's tbhx world), he tries his best to avoid every heroes? And guess what? The first thing the reader sees is X, maybe in his civilian form or his hero form? But after the reader sees him, the reader tries to escape and run away from him (not bc scared of him, but scared that the reader get caught)

Well, you can ignore this if you uncomfy or don't want to do it xD

Again, I really love your work! Keep it up! 💕

Intertwined in another verse

Hero X / Reader (gn, leaning masc)

content tags: obsessive!X (kinda?), maybe ooc, self-aware!X, reader and X are coworkers, transmigration, somewhat proofread

note: i’m really sorry if it’s disappointing and abrupt + i took so long to write this!!!

wc: 2.2k

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Waking up, you found yourself in a different room. All you could remember was watching one of your favorite shows, TO BE HERO X, and falling asleep. Now, you awake to a completely different place. The place was unfamiliar, and you move to look outside to see your surroundings. There…you saw heroes?! You pinched yourself to see if this was a dream—which was not. You were in TO BE HERO X.

Transmigrating into TO BE HERO X, it meant that all your hard work was gone! All your hard earned money, relationships with others, reputation you built up, everything was gone. This was devastating! It all was gone in just one night…and you didn’t know how to go back.

Navigating around the new environment, you found your way to the bathroom. Immediately, you looked directly at the mirror. Looking at who you now were, this person looked completely like you! Same hairstyle and color, the same eyes, face shape, everything! This was shocking…to think this universe would have someone who looked so similar to you. Washing yourself up, you wonder to yourself what you were supposed to do after this.

What would happen if people knew you were from a different world—that their world was only a series? It could definitely cause the Commission to come after you when hearing that. And with heroes, would they see that you weren’t supposed to be here?

But you couldn’t even say it to anyone, as they’d think you were crazy. Not really anyone would believe you if you said it. You were someone else, and most people wouldn’t believe your statement of transmigrating into this world.

Reminding yourself of the heroes, there was specifically one person you didn’t want to be close to: X. With his overwhelming powers, he’d be able to find out who you were. You would probably freak out too…seeing the top hero—your favorite character!

The sounds of a ringtone ran throughout the place. You didn’t know if it was an alarm or someone calling you. Heading back to the bedroom, you grab the phone (which was the cause of the noise) and look to see what it was. On the phone, someone was calling you, their name being Jiang. Though you didn’t want to answer them, you still had to regardless.

“(Name), hurry up and get dressed before you’re late!” The voice shouts through the phone.

This person had the same name and appearance as you. Surely this wasn’t just coincidence, not at all. You took over the life of someone who was identical to you. You had to live with it. This meant you had to accustom yourself in this stranger’s life. There wasn’t anyone you could tell.

“I—okay, I will, wait a bit longer…” you reply back, “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Immediately, you went through the closet and looked through what clothes there were. What were you supposed to wear? Where were you going anyway? In a few minutes, you had to get dressed.

“Where am I going again?” You nervously ask.

“We’re going to FOMO…where we work.”

“Okay—I’ll be there quickly.” You quickly reply, hanging up the phone.

In FOMO’s workplace, it didn’t matter what you wore as long as you worked. Most of the employees wore casual clothing. So putting on a shirt and shorts would be fine to go to work to. But you didn’t know what they would wear since they were just a background character. Still, you could dress up differently and claim that you were trying something new.

Quickly, you put on your clothes and shove your phone in your pockets. You weren’t sure what else to bring, and you didn’t have enough time to look through the room for anything important. You also grabbed the keys that were hanging next to the door. Exiting the place, you made your ways downstairs. When you did step out, there stood Jiang who clearly was impatient.

“(Name), you’re wearing something different from normal.” Jiang points out.

“I’m trying something out.”

You and Jiang began to walk to work, them rambling to you about something. It was hard to listen to them talk while you processed the environment around you. Billboards of heroes plastered on every building and wall, many civilians chatting about the latest heroes, advertisements that were promoting the latest hero product. There were basically promotion shoved into your face at every corner.

“I’ll need to grab something when we get in.” Jiang mentioned, “also, you need to finish the project before you leave on break. The supervisor’s been nagging you about it.”

“Oh…yeah,” you sigh.

You had to find a way to get back to your original world—if it was possible. There just had to be a way to go back…for sure.

You and Jiang got to FOMO. They told you they would see you later, and headed off somewhere. You didn’t know where to go, and forgot to ask Jiang about it. After asking around, you got the answer: the twenty-seventh floor. Going into the elevator, you clicked the button for the twenty-seventh floor. A man came into the elevator with you, holding a carbonated drink with them.

You didn’t think much about him, more focused on what you needed to do. It wasn’t until you took a glance at him that made you look back again. That man looked familiar…too familiar. Only then, you realized who it was: X! You completely forgot that he worked at FOMO! Out of every hero too, you just had to meet him. Being in a crowded elevator would’ve been better than being in there with him, the top hero!

Surely out of anyone…why did it have to be X!?

He was one of your favorite characters for sure! You’d always admired him, and supported him as a fan! But…just being next to him right now?! You were trying your best to not panic right there! Oh…you just wanted to run away!

Time seemed to move slower, seconds passing by like minutes. The place felt quite cramped. The only sounds being the elevator pulling up to the floor, your own breathing, and the sipping noises from X’s soda. You just wanted the elevator to hurry—get to the floor immediately. You scoot a bit, trying to increase the distance between you and him.

“(Name).”

“What—yes…?” You reply back, startled when he spoke to you.

“Are you doing well?” He asks you, “you didn’t seem fine yesterday.”

“No—I’m fine. I didn’t get any sleep before, that’s all.” You lie to him, yet surely…he could tell the truth. Your voice didn’t hide how nervous you actually were, which he could see. Did he already see through you?

“If you aren’t fine, you can go home early.” Hero X tells you.

“I’ll be okay.” You say as the elevator door rang.

The doors of the elevator open, X walking out and already at his desk. Unsurprisingly…you didn’t know where you sat at. This would be difficult for sure. Maybe you’d wait it out…or ask someone else than him. Although, there wasn’t anyone in the office…only you and him. You waited a few minutes to see if anyone would come out. But…no one did. So you had to ask the only person you wanted to avoid. Awkwardly, you walked over to X.

“Do you know where I sit?” You asked him.

“Did you forget?”

“…yes.”

“You sit next to me.” He replied back, barely taking a glance at you.

“Okay, thank you.”

Sitting next to X, you open the laptop and begin to work. The project Jiang told you to finish was somewhat difficult, being that you didn’t understand it. Though, it was awkward being next to him. As mentioned when you read his wiki, he was hardworking to get everything done. Even when he hated working overtime, he was extremely dedicated to his job.

Though, you need to focus on the task at hand…you couldn’t help but look at X when you got the opportunity to. You definitely had a staring problem…which was difficult to handle when there was someone attractive next to you. It was still scary being next to him.

Throughout the entire day, you waited until you could go home. Still, it felt like the day would never end. Time was excruciatingly long. To pass the time, you talked to coworkers, worked on the project more, and surrounding yourself with people. You did everything that didn’t involve X, avoiding him at all cost. Still…the day never came to an end. Maybe it was how impatient you were to end the shift, or that you were scared of him.

Not that you were scared of him—well maybe, but you were terrified that he’d know you were someone else different. He’d known this person after all. And with how spot on he was, he could know who you really are. On the other hand though, X doesn’t know at all! There surely wasn’t anything to worry about after all.

“(Name), can get Bai Xizhuang?” Shihan asked, “I need to ask him about what he did for a project.”

“Sure, I’ll go get him.” You accepted the offer.

Getting out of your chair, you walk towards the break room where you last saw him. You wanted to be far from him, but you had to put that aside for now. It was almost the end of the day, and you’d leave afterwards.

Looking in the break room, you didn’t see him there. You remembered that he had a specific schedule he followed, and he probably left early without anyone realizing. Breathing out a sigh of relief, it looks like you didn’t have to find him after all, which was good for you.

When you turned around, someone was standing in your way. There stood X, blocking your way out of the break room. A feeling of dread rushed down your back, yet you push that feeling to the back of your head. You only would tell him, and you’d leave afterwards.

“…Shihan needs you right now,” you tell him.

“What do they need me for?”

“A project…” you mumble, “I have to go now.”

You try and walk past him, trying to leave. When you did pass him, the sound of a snap echoed through the hall—a snap? Before you could look back at him, hands were grasped onto your wrist. Being pulled forward, you were face to face with X. You try and move—get away from him. And yet…your attempts were futile.

The noise came to a halt. Coworkers around you paused in motion, stuck in the same position they were doing. Only you and X remained moving.

“X—” You slip up, already seeing that he caught on.

Everything in your body told you to run. But even if you ran, he’d grab you, or snap his fingers to teleport you back to him. No one could help you as they were stopped. You couldn’t do anything, nothing at all to escape from X. Even if you did escape, he’d find you anyway.

You were caught.

“You know who I am,” X said, “you finally said it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—” You try and lie, but hearing him made you stop.

“I’m sure you know yourself.”

“How do you know…?” You ask, trying to comprehend what was actually happening.

“It’s obvious. You’re from another place.” He reveals the truth.

His hand reaches to your cheek, his thumb grazing against them.

“You shouldn’t even be here—in this show. Yet, here you are.”

Did he know from the start? It only confirmed his suspicions. You knew who X was, and he knows who you are too. He also knows that he is from a show.

His hand pulls you in—wrapping his arms around you. The distance between you and him was nonexistent. Your hands attempt to push him away, yet it proves to be useless. This wasn’t like X—at all! He was a completely different person than what you seen on the screen (although not much is known about him). He wasn’t letting you go.

“X, let go of me.” You plead with him.

Silence only comes out of his mouth, saying nothing to what you beg. Then…another sound of a snap echoed through the halls. You didn’t know what the next thing he’d do. But you knew it wasn’t good.

“If you keep it to yourself, you’ll eventually break.” X tells you.

Your eyes start feeling heavy—your entire body too. It’s difficult to keep balance, relying on him to keep your weight. You realize that he’s putting you to sleep. Your brain attempts to fight back the drowsiness, to not be unconscious with him.

“I know you’re all alone, so please, let me be the one to know it all.” He says so sweetly…something that could fool you so easily.

You weren’t even supposed to be here. What he said was true…you were practically alone. Maybe it’d be nice, letting X know everything—the truth. He already knows that he isn’t…real.

I saw that ur reqs r open, so I wanted to request smth for my pookie Hero X

With a quiet and shy fem!reader, making out if u know what I mean >:}, maybe suggestive if u don't mind, but nothing nsfw, and if u don't mind, can u make it a long fic, no not too long, but not like a short fic too, sorry if this is too much, I don't mind headcanons if that's easier for you

Sorry if this is too much, ignore this if u want, it's oki

Take care 👍

Kissing with Hero X

Hero X / Reader (gn, leaning fem)

Content: suggestive(?), shy!reader, tease!Hero X, ooc?Hero X, making out, established relationship

Note: this might be a bit short because I didn’t have any ideas to make it longer!!

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• For sure, X would mess around with you when you’re shy about it

• He’d definitely play dumb to your indirect requests, feigning ignorance to what you want (unsure if I wrote it in)

• X would leave pecks near your lips but never doing it to provoke you

• It’s only until you actually say it that he’ll end up making out with you (he wants to hear it from you)

“X…” you mumble, eyes looking everywhere but his face.

Both you and X sat on his bed, somewhat facing each other. Your hands grabbed the hem of your clothes, anxiously waiting for him to make the first move. X knowing you well, wouldn’t dare to do it first—nor ask him to make out directly.

His hand raised to your cheek, turning your head to face him while he leaned closer. Internally, you already were freaking out—unsure of what to do. Even though you and him had made out before, you were still flustered at the thought of it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he sighed, “no need to be shy.”

“I know…but—“ you try and speak—shutting up at the peck of his lips barely next to yours.

He let out a soft laugh, seeing you fluster up at a single kiss. Your reactions were everything he wanted to see, the way you would always end up such a nervous mess. It never seemed to end for him, always taking in your expressions.

“Oh, that’s adorable.” He lets out, his eyes taking in every detail of your flustered face.

This only made you more embarrassed, your hands immediately going to cover your face. Though it doesn’t help as he pulls them away from your face, giving you another kiss on your cheek.

He knows what you want. You’ve been anticipating for him to do it first. Yet he doesn’t. X wants to hear you tell it directly to him, hear your voice make it clear that you want it to happen.

“X—don’t act like that…” you say sheepishly.

“I thought that’s what you wanted me to do, isn’t it?” X asked you, playing dumb.

“I—no…” you stammer your words, unable to say them properly without getting even more embarrassed.

He ends up leaving more kisses that were almost close to your lips, just teasing you there. Although you like what X was doing, you wanted more from him. It was obvious that you wanted him to do more, your face most evident. You knew that if you didn’t say anything, this would continue on forever!

“X, please…can we make out…?” You managed to ask.

As you say it, X finally gives you what you want. He pulls you in—lips already on your own. At first, it’s quite careless (which was expected) with how you both try to keep up with each other. Eventually, it becomes easier to do it—becoming passionate. His tongue easily slipping In between your lips. Your hands travel up to his blue striped pajamas, clinging onto them. Both your bodies felt hot being pressed together—heat radiating through. You wanted this to keep going—chasing those exact feelings that overwhelmed you in the first place.

Everything felt surreal, that you still couldn’t believe this happened. Even seeing someone in the act had you completely bashful. So making out with X could easily cause you to faint.

You both pull back after a few minutes, panting from the long kiss—you still refusing to take a glance at him. You were still trying to catch your breath, but X seemed already done.

“(Name), do you want to keep going?” He asks you, making sure you want more.

“Yes…” You nod your head, wanting it more.

TBHX ⋆˚꩜｡

Hero X

Are you okay?

Drunk confession

Delivering my love to you

Kissing with Hero X

Intertwined in another verse

Overly affectionate

It’s cold!

Realize it please!

GACHIAKUTA ⋆˚꩜｡

Tamsy

Don’t run away!

Hero X (Bai Xizhuang) / Reader (GN)

Content tags: sick! Bai Xizhuang, fluff (maybe?), short oneshot

word count: 1k

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It had been a few years since you worked at FOMO. Although the work environment wasn’t what you expected, it was nice where everyone was carefree. A lot of your coworkers were kind, and you always were able to get along with them.

Though…there always was this one guy that stood out: Bai Xizhuang. He wore formal clothing unlike everyone else, didn’t really socialize with others, and always left early before everyone. You also noticed that whenever he went into the break room and left right after, all the sugar would be gone in an instant. He surely was strange—different from everyone else, yet you didn’t mind it that much. You were friends with Bai Xizhuang.

Work was the same as usual: entering in and chatting with your coworkers, working, eating lunch with them, and going back to work on the project. The project you were working on included another one of your colleagues, and Bai Xizhuang. Because of it, you would communicate with them about the project—going to their desks to check up on their progress.

The project you were working on was due later this week. The other colleague who worked with you was out because of family emergencies, leaving you and Bai Xizhuang to pick up the rest their work. You walked over to his desk, needing to ask him about splitting up the remaining work. Hand reaching out, you poked his shoulder to get his attention.

“Bai Xizhuang?”

“Oh—yeah?” He suddenly spoke, turning his chair to you.

“I was just asking about the project—which part you wanted to split.”

While you were speaking to Bai Xizhuang, you noticed how dazed he seemed. He was out of focus, completely different than what he’d usually be. He barely even looked up at you. The look on his face was tiring, face quite pale too.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask out of the blue, getting his attention.

“Yes…I’m fine,” he attempts to lie, yet you could clearly see through it.

You lean closer to him, putting your hand on his forehead. Heat emits onto your palm, his forehead hot to the touch. He turns to avoid looking at you, flushed at how close you were. Bai Xizhuang was ill, and yet he continued to work. A frown was put on your face, being quite upset at this.

“Bai Xizhuang, you’re sick,” you sigh, “why didn’t you stay home?”

“I needed to get work done,” he tells you, “I wouldn’t want to work overtime.”

“Still…you shouldn’t prioritize work over your own health.”

“…I’ll go home if you’re that worried.” Bai Xizhuang suggests.

“You should, I’ll tell the supervisor about it.” You continued, “go home and rest.”

After some convincing, he finally decides to go. Packing his stuff, Bai Xizhuang gets up from his chair and leaves.

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Knocking on the door, you wait outside holding a bag of food. You were there to check up on Bai Xizhuang, make sure he was getting better. Though you were supposed to go to work, you went early to see him. The door in front of you opened, seeing him in blue striped pajamas. You surely weren’t expecting him to wear that, but he looked cute in it.

“Hi Bai Xizhuang,” you greeted him, “I’m making sure you’re getting better.”

“Aren’t you going to work?” Bai Xizhuang asks.

“Yes, that’s why I came early.”

Letting you in, you walk inside his apartment. The place was nice, being well organized with pictures of landscapes around the walls. You’d thought he would’ve had pictures of his family…to which he didn’t. You just wondered a bit about his family, if he had anyone else.

Bai Xizhuang sits on the brown couch, his legs spread which left no room to sit on. Luckily, there was another couch you could sit on. Sitting down, you put the bag of food onto the table and face him.

“Are you taking care of yourself?”

“Yes.” Bai Xizhuang nodded, “you can check for yourself.”

He moves to lean closer to you, letting you touch his face. Though it was just to check up on his condition, the close proximity made you flustered for a moment. You rest your hand on his forehead, feeling that his temperature from yesterday went down. Tomorrow, he’d get well to come back.

Noticeably, he wasn’t that tired than from yesterday. He also seemed to look better than yesterday too. It made you relieved, seeing that he was getting better.

Moving back, Bai Xizhuang’s eyes look onto the bag on the table.

“What’s the bag for?” He asked, confused with it on the table.

“Food,” you told him.

“I can cook for myself.”

“It’s when you’re too tired to cook for yourself.”

His hands grabbing the bag, he checks the food you brought. After he checks, he already begins to eat what you gave him. That was supposed to be for later. But if he did want to eat it already, you wouldn’t stop him.

You check your phone, seeing that you only had a few minutes before you leave his apartment. It was only today that you’ll check up on him. You stood up from your seat, waving at Bai Xizhuang.

“I see you tomorrow,” you say, leaving his apartment.

Later today, while you packing up to leave, someone texted you. It was Bai Xizhuang, and you were wondering what he needed right now. Maybe it was about the project you both were working on earlier, about further information needed.

I feel really sick again, can you come take care of me?

A small laugh came out of your mouth, seeing his message. Bai Xizhuang wanted you to stop by his apartment again, and take care of him. You just couldn’t help but smile at it. Though you knew he was getting better, he texted you something foolish like that. You didn’t mind going along with it.

Drunk confession

Hero X x Reader (gn : mostly fem)

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Summary: You were heading home after a long day of work, returning to your apartment to find the smell of beer and skewers in the air. There, X had been drinking beer and eating skewers to de-stress.

You could tell that he was drunk…and you knew that you had to take care of him now.

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You returned from your shift, working a bit overtime. It had been a long day, having to take a bunch of things. It was all exhausting…but you made it through. Now…you were heading back to your apartment, the one where you shared with the top hero: X. You were taking the subway to head home.

Honestly…you never expected to share an apartment with the same guy who managed to defeat everyone in just a few seconds. It was honestly amazing…seeing how capable he was. Even when X was just an ordinary office worker at FOMO, he was so extraordinary…hardworking. Sometimes…you couldn’t help but admire his capabilities as a hero and office worker. It was nice to live with X.

You had left the subway and made it all the way to the apartments. You made it inside the building, making your way to the floor where you lived. Your hands fumbled through your pockets, grabbing the key you had. Putting it inside the door knob, you opened your apartment door. Entering inside, you could already smell beer and roasted skewers through the air. In the living room, you saw X at the living room. Legs spread on the couch, wearing his blue star-stripped pajamas, drinking beer. Although he was a capable man, he surely drank—if not every other night too.

“I’m home.” You spoke out, closing the door and taking off your shoes and putting on your slippers.

He doesn’t respond to you, which you were quite used to. Usually, he fell asleep while drinking. You didn’t want to wake him up while he slept, knowing that he’d probably get grouchy if he woke up. You walked forward to where X sat, checking up on his condition. Already…he fell asleep fast. When he drank, he usually fell asleep being drunk. You let out a sigh, taking the empty beer can and skewer sticks to the trash can. You also grabbed the paper-towel and cleaned the dirtied table. While you cleaned, you could hear his faint snore—a few murmurs along the drifting snores.

After cleaning up the mess, you looked back at the couch where X slept. Although you had to clean up after him and take care of him multiple times…the hardest part was trying to pull X into his bed. You couldn’t carry a guy like him…so you usually dragged him to the bedroom. Yet he’d wake up sometimes when you accidentally bump him onto an object of wall. Which then…he’d walk himself to his bed. But you always try to never wake him up, even when you struggled a lot. Luckily, his room was just in the next room over. So you didn’t have to pull him really far just to get him to sleep there.

First off though, you needed to get rid of the smell of beer in the room. You had opened the balcony door, letting the fresh air inside. You then moved over to X, deciding on how you should get him off the couch. You knew that he couldn’t plop onto the ground harshly, it’d definitely wake him up instantly. You also didn’t want to accidentally cause a bruise to happen if he plopped onto the ground. You gently moved X’s legs, pulling him onto the ground. Your arms then wrap around his chest, his arm over yours. You begin to start pulling him up, dragging him into the next room over. Even though you somewhat got used to carrying him, it was still a struggle.

After what felt like forever, you finally pulled him into his bedroom. You now just needed to put him onto the bed. You went on the bed, grabbing X from the ground and pulling his upper body onto the bed. When you did pull him up on the bed, you grabbed his lower body and got him up. So now…you just needed to take off his glasses and put on his sleeping mask. Your hands moved towards his face, making sure to not wake him up. Fingers brushed against temples—seconds too long—you pulled off his glasses. You just needed to grab his face mask really quick and tuck him into bed.

“(Name)…?” X suddenly spoke, surprising you for a moment. His eyes were slightly opened, you must’ve woken him up while you took off his glasses.

“Oh…hi…X, I’m just gonna get the trash can for you really quick…” you quickly respond, placing the glasses aside on the bedside table.

You turn around to leave, needing to grab the trash can for X when he ends up puking later. When you leave though, you heard the bedsheets shuffle behind you. Suddenly stopping in your tracks, you felt his hand grasp onto yours. This wasn’t usual…as he would leave you alone to go back to sleep. You turned back to look at him, seeing him sitting up on the bed. You could tell that he was still quite drunk…the evident pink color on his face still being there underneath the yellow light from the doorway.

“Why’d you stop me?” You ask confusingly, wondering why he’d abruptly stop you from leaving.

“…thank you, for taking care of me all the time…while I was drunk.” X spoke, expressing his gratitude to you. “It must be a hassle to do this all the time…”

“It’s no problem—really! It’s fine…” you shook your head, believing that it really was no big deal at all.

It really wasn’t a big deal at all. After all, X was your roommate, someone who lived with you for years. He would strain his neck if he slept sitting up, so you frequently put him back to his bed. You didn’t want him to end up getting hurt while he slept on the couch.

“Can you come closer…please?” He promptly asked you, wanting you to lean in.

“Sure—what did you want?” You replied, leaning closer to his face.

You were wondering what he was going to do…what he wanted to say to you. Why would he want you to lean closer to him after all? Suddenly—X kissed you on the cheek, almost close to your lips! He was drunk—doing it without even realizing it! What was X even thinking?! You were shocked—processing what he actually had done.

“I—X…why did you…do that…?” You curiously asked, face flushed from…embarrassment—possibly?

“(Name), I really love you, a lot.” X suddenly confessed, his lips curling into a smile.

He really was admitting this to you…saying that he loved you right here. He was just saying random things out of his head…right? There wasn’t no way he could be actually admitting to you that he loved you! You were just roommates with him…that was it. You were trying to deny it…yet it was obvious. X already had confessed his feelings to you, being quite drunk too. There was no denial to it.

“…you can tell me more about it when you’re sober, X…” you awkwardly said, pushing him back onto the bed, running out of the room to grab him a trash bag.

Your heart was pacing—overwhelmed with what had happened! You didn’t know what to say to him at all…! Why would you even say that to him?! Your chest felt weird—a rise of heat that kept running all over the place. It felt nice to hear that he loves you, but you weren’t sure how to even go on about it!

Delivering my love to you

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Summary : You’re a delivery person for your cafe, delivering orders from near to far. You work a regular nine to five shift every week. Every day though, you always deliver to this one person nearby the office building your cafe is located at.

A regular office worker who seems to enjoy sweets a bit too much.

- ps: still the same, just got reposted onto a new blog

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You were in your workplace: the cafe you’ve worked at for at least a year. You were a delivery person, always managing so many orders with just your two hands. It was why you were always trusted to manage delivering orders with your manager. Sometimes while you didn’t go delivering, you would also help out being a waitress and bringing orders to customer’s tables.

You usually had frequent customers who ordered on their phones, and you would deliver in advance. Especially this one customer, an office worker in the building nearby the cafe. You always entered the building so often that the people inside knew who you were. You sometimes gave orders to other people inside that building who were also on their break too. So it was normal that you were able to wander around to give people their food.

There was always this one person who ordered from your cafe, a regular office worker who apparently had a bit too much liking for sweets. He always ordered a strawberry parfait, and it was a regular order from the cafe that they always prepared it in advance when the time was coming. Always at around noon, the order would be placed and you would go up the building to deliver those sweets. You memorized where the man sits, where his workspace was. He was considerably an attractive—cute man…you sometimes couldn’t help but stare at him when he made small talk with you.

Although…every time you met him, you couldn’t remember his name. Even if his name was on the order app—it was a blur. Even if you knew him for quite a long time—it was a blur. It was as if you weren’t able to remember his name at all. You see him though, always seeing him while out delivering in his building. You know where he is, spotting him out anywhere. It was just that you couldn’t remember his name at all.

”(name)! Usual order for the strawberry parfait man.” Your coworker told you, giving you the parfait that was in a cute white box. “There’s these other orders inside the building too, deliver it to them.”

”Oh—yeah, got it…” you replied back, grabbing the order in your hand.

You looked at the time, it was exactly at one, the usual time. You quickly packed up all the order in your hands, leaving the cafe and heading to the building. You had to give orders to about…five people today, including the parfait man. The cafe was near the building where the parfait man was at, so it was always a short trip to go back and forth.

You got inside the building, greeting the people nearby and going to the elevator. You pressed the button for the seventh floor, usually where all the people would meet up for their break. Although…the parfait man was always on the twenty-seventh floor, there by himself. He didn’t seem to have much interest in interacting with his coworkers at all. You got to the seventh floor, finding the right people who placed their order.

”Thanks, (Name)! You’re always so trustworthy.” Someone told you, laughing while he patted your back.

”It’s fine, the cafe is not far from here, I can get here in no time.” You shook your head, “I still have one more order I need to do here…and he’s not on this floor.”

You thanked them and left them to head back into the elevator. You clicked on the button to the twenty-seventh floor and waited for the elevator to bring you up there. You were wondering as to why he didn’t socialize with his coworkers, he didn’t really have that many friends at all when you visited him. That parfait man seemed to just have friends in sweets instead. It was amusing, but stupid to think of that. Although, he talked with you every time you visited.

You wouldn’t really admit it to other people…but you always anticipated visiting him every day you worked. You liked seeing him, and talking to him. Although you always anticipated visiting him, that time was short-lived. You had to leave shortly after talking with him. You wanted to get his socials, but you never found the opportunity to ask him for it. You just wanted to see quite more of him. You probably did like him—definitely did like him. You wanted to meet up with him more. You were just wondering if he even shared those feelings back…since he and you always met with each other every day. How long had it been…about since you did your delivery job when you met him?

You made it up to the twenty-seventh floor, walking in to see him turned around in his workplace. He was still in his stall, still having his laptop open and working on it. He had a soda can, the label having “X” on it. He seemed to not even notice you entering, working hard on what project that he had to do. You walked up behind him, your finger extended out to poke at his shoulder. It was when he seemed to notice that you were there. He turned around, facing towards you.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were there.” He said, “just how long have you been standing there?”

“Not that long—really! I just came in, and…you were so focused on your work that you didn’t even seem to notice…” you replied back, denying that you were standing there a long time, even though he thought you'd been standing there forever. “I was here to come back today and deliver this to you, Mr. Strawberry Parfait man.”

you giggled, that being the nickname for him in the cafe because of how much he always ordered strawberry parfait. He sighed, seeing your antics. You grabbed out the parfait box, opening it inside for him. The parfait man held up the spoon, grabbing a portion with the spoon. He then looked up to you, holding the spoon in his hand.

“Would you like to try some?” He suddenly asked you, smiling. “It’s a treat from me, since you always work so hard to deliver this to me all the way up here everyday.”

“Oh—well—uhm, you know…I can’t really eat customers orders…it’s not what I’m supposed to do…” you quickly responded, your job not allowing you to eat other customers orders. However you also denied…frankly because your mouth would be on that spoon that he’d be using too.

“It’s fine, (Name), after all…we’re by ourselves. No one would even know that you ate some of my parfait.” He chuckled, seeing how you became flustered when he offered you to eat it.

“Well…I guess, no one would notice really…” you sighed, deciding to allow him to let you eat the parfait.

You opened up your mouth, leaning in forward for him to give the portion to you. He put the spoon in your mouth, soon eating the parfait. It was sweet, tasting the strawberry flavor that entered your mouth along with the sweet whip-cream and crumbles. The man snickered to himself, to which you noticed. You tilted your head as to why he was snickering to himself. He put his index finger up, his finger pointing at the side of his lips. It was that you knew you had frosting on the side of your lips.

“Are there…any napkins?” You asked, knowing that there probably aren’t any either way. You were looking around, trying to find napkins.

“Well…there is a way to wipe that off your face.” The man told you, leaning towards you. “Is it fine if I wipe it off myself?”

You could only nod, feeling your face heat up when he leaned closer to you. “Yeah…sure…”

All of a sudden, he pecked your lips. His tongue poking out and licking the whip-cream off from the side of your lips before going back to kissing you again. You were completely flustered, not being able to realize that…he actually kissed you. He soon went back to his chair, smiling as he saw your flushed face turning red.

“I—I didn’t know that…you would kiss me…” You managed to say through the stutters, your eyes diverting from him.

“What else would I use? I have nothing else to wipe it off but my mouth.” He chuckled, continuing to eat his parfait on the desk.

You couldn’t expect that…did he put whip-cream on the side of your lips to do that? Did he already realize your feelings from the start? Oh…it was embarrassing! You couldn’t believe that you just kissed him—that parfait man! You were ready to leave him and his parfait. But you wanted to ask him questions too…if he genuinely meant it of course.

“Uhm…what was your name?” You asked, looking back up.

“My name? I thought you would remember since you always deliver parfaits to me…” he whined, “well…it’s ____.”

“Then…____, was that…kiss actually true? Did you really mean it?”

“You ask such stupid questions, of course it is.” He also responded, “I like you.”

You turned away from ____, flushed yet feeling a new sensation. A feeling such as love when you thought about it in your mind…how stupid it was. You walked over to return back to the elevator, knowing that you would have that still red face on you when you came back to the cafe.

“See you tomorrow, I’m looking forward to it.” He told you as you left.

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