Coming Up

Coming up

First, I love these requests and I wish they'd keep coming. Second, I thought I'd share what's coming up for blooming panic fics

Yandere HC & short stories with LI's

Learning a new skill with the LI"s

How the LI's deal with long-distance relationship

LI's with a lawyer Mc/reader

I'm filled with so much joy when people request from me so don't be afraid to request something/s. The same goes for rebloging and commenting, the smile I get when I see people enjoy my stuff is embarrassing.

omg your first kiss fic made me swoon,,, thank you for that post! uhm about a request of mine, could you write for a male leaning genderfluid reader? the reader is afab, uses he/him pronouns but (sometimes) wears fem clothing (am i this obvious or am i just starved (╯▽╰ )) the reader asks xyx to cut their (long) hair, doesn't even care that he just chops it off bc it's so hard to maintain. reader and xyx are stuck in quarantine so the reader can't exactly go outside. please have a nice week! <3

Its not much but i think it short a sweet, i hope its enought to make you happy. i was unsure ho short you wanted the hair to get so i tied to leave it up to inteptaip but i might have fairled at that

Hope you enjoy

You hadn't been able to spend a lot of time with Xyx, even though you were in the same house, even though the two of you were always home, he was never able to give you time, so busy with work. You stood in the bathroom, trying to think out the best way to get rid of your hair, and still make it even enough. You'd been thinking for about ten minutes and you were nowhere. You sighed annoyed at yourself.

“What’re you sign about?”

Your boyfriend asked you jumped, scared by his sudden appearance.

“I- I was- am trying to cut my hair but it's hard to do it alone, can't really see what I'm doing.”

“I didn't realize you wanted to cut your hair.”

“Ye-ah I've wanted to chop it for a while, just- I wanted you to help but you haven't had the time so I decide id do it.”

“Well, id rather cut your hair than deal with my clients. “

He walks into the bathroom, grabbing the scissors.

“How much were you thinking you wanted off? This good?”

He held the scissors against your hair.

“More.”

He moves the scissors, looking in the mirror with a questioning look.

“More.”

He moves the scissor even more.

“Let's try that.”

As soon as you gave him the go-ahead he started snipping. It was comforting that he never made you think he didn't want you to cut his hair, no faces no questions, he just did what you wanted. He was always like that, whenever you talked to him about something you thought was important, he considered it very seriously. When you wore a skirt around him the first time he didn't question you except to ask.

“Is it comfy? it looks comfy as hell.”

When you talked to him about your gender and maybe explored some more he sat and listened, nothing remotely judgmental came from him. And know he was cutting off an inch of inches of hair, without a single question about.

“Why?”

“Are you sure?”

He didn't try and sway you with his reasons.

“It’s too pretty.”

“I like it.”

“I don't want you to have short hair.”

He just did as you asked.

“I was thinking… I've asked for the next few days off, I know we can't go out but I was wondering if you'd want to have a stay-at-home date?”

He leans down, blowing hair off your shoulder before whispering.

“You could get all dolled up, you could wear that new suit, or that skirt I love, oh what about that vest, Or-”

“If I let you keep going you'll name everything in my closet.”

He stands up moving to blow the hair off your other shoulder, whispering in that ear.

“You surprise me with how well you know me.”

He stands up again, grabbing the clippers he noticed were on the counter, you nodded in the mirror. He gets to work on the next step, the two of you stay quiet, pretty hard to hear each other with the clippers going. He turns the clippers off as he takes a look at what he's done so far, then looks at you through the mirror.

“Wooh. that one handsome fella.”

“What?”

“The person in the mirror?”

“You talking about yourself again?”

You tease.

“no, doll, though I appreciate the ego boost, I mean you. Just look at you, so beautiful.”

You blush at his teasing, he laughs before starting the clippers up again and cleaning up some spaces. When he finishes he dust of your head an body. He turns you around to look him in the face.

“The mirror doesn't do you justice, you look so handsome. And that haircut…”

He cuts himself off by kissing you.

“Whoever did this…”

His hand moves to behind your head, playing with the hair that remains.

“Deserves a date.”

He smirks at you as you lean in for another kiss. When he pulls away he rests his head on your forehead.

“I've missed you. Missed this. I'm sorry about work. I just, I want to be there for you but I'm always busy and -”

“I know- it's okay, you are always there when I need you, and that's enough.”

First kiss

Blooming panic love interest unknowingly stealing your first kiss

Gender-neutral

It was your first night with Nightowl, you got off the plane just 2 hours ago and just arrived in his apartment mere minutes ago.

“And this is my room, get comfy, mi casa su casa, go ahead and wait on the bed I'll be back.”

He tried to rush off but froze when you spoke.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

He smiles at you while sort of bouncing up and down.

“Restroom, been holding it in since you got here.”

“You weirdo, go! Go!”

He rushes off and you take this time to look around, you'd seen part of his room before but now you were here, it all was so real. You didn't want to snoop around so you just got on the bed, sitting crisscrossed to not take up as much space. You checked your phone, sent a photo to the server, it blew up with excitement for the two of you, but your attention was stolen by the sound of running. You look up and watch as Nightowl runs into the room and onto the bed. His arms land on either side of you and you're surprised his face didn't crash into yours.

“Hi!!”

“You have a lot of energy?”

“I'm surprised you noticed. I'm just so happy and excited you're here!”

He grabs your hands and holds them.

“Like you're really here, I'm touching you... I can kiss you!!! I can kiss your forehead!”

He kisses your forehead.

“Your cheeks!”

He does so.

“Your perfect nose!”

He kisses your nose then goes quiet. Your eyes lock as he lowers his face a little.

“Your lips.”

He leans in slowly before kissing you, closing his eyes as he relaxes into the kiss. He smiles against your lips before pulling away. When he opens his eyes he sees your shocked face, he gives you space, watching as your hand slowly traces your lips.

“That was my first kiss.”

You say softly not expecting Nightowl to freak out.

“What?!? Me-I-reall-”

You tried your best to catch him as he fell off his bed.

“OUCH!”

You lean over the bed to look at him and help him up. Once you are both on the bed he starts again.

“Were you serious, or were you teasing me, cause it worked pretty well if that’s the case.”

Nightowl rubs the back of his head, trying to ease the pain as he awkwardly chuckles.

“I was being serious.”

You whisper.

“But what about your past partners?”

“They never wanted to... at least that's what I concluded.”

“Well your wrong, cause there's no way a person would be able to date you without the need to kiss you.”

“Need?”

“Yes need, you’re just, your so cute, and understanding and sweet and-”

“I get it.”

“I don't think you do cutie!”

You had spent the past few days with Quest. It was great, you went on dates and he spoiled you so much, he never stopped complimenting you. You were so happy to be in person with him, to be able to touch him, hold his hand but you weren't sure he felt the same. He didn't avoid or retreat when you tried to touch him but he never initiated it. You wondered if he was uncomfortable or just didn't like your image but both answers felt wrong, so you decided the best way to figure it out was to talk to him.

You walk through the door to Quest home, he walks in right behind you. He's quick to take his jacket off and hang it up before he moves to takes your’s. He's done this every time you walk inside somewhere, he says it's an important part of being a gentleman and a good boyfriend. While he works on that you bring up the lack of touch.

“Um, Quest?”

“Yes Angel?”

“Why do you never touch me, like hold my hand and stuff?”

“I do.”

“Well yeah, but why don't you ever start it?”

You turned to face him as he sighs.

“I didn't think you'd catch on so fast.”

“Do I make you uncomfortable? Or do you not like the way I look? I know I probably look different then what I looked like on the camera but I-”

“It’s nothing like that angel. You're perfect to me. It's more about me. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into anything. I know my stature isn't the most …inviting. So I want to make sure you're always comfortable, allowing you to take the lead.”

You step closer taking his hand.

“I'm always comfortable around you. I want you to feel like you can do what you want.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Your face heats up.

“Then do it.”

He wraps his arm around your hips pulling you closer as he leans in, he can feel your breathing pattern change.

“I don't have to, if y-”

You cut him off with your lips , not patient enough to wait. He quickly stops talking and starts kissing you, properly. The kiss starts desperate but slowly decreases to a slow passionate kiss, you don't break apart till the kiss is so slow it can't be considered a kiss. When you do pull away you chuckle.

“That was pretty good for a first kiss.”

“First kiss?”

You can see the questioning look on Quests face.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that. I hope it's ok.”

You let your head fall, avoid eye contact with Quest. But when you finish your sentence you feel a large hand on your chin, you allow him to lift your head, your eyes meet his again.

“It's perfectly fine. I'm proud to be your first kiss. And second.”

He leans into you, kissing you again.

You and Toaster had planned the whole week before you fell over, they tried to clear their schedule as much as possible, but he still had one meeting he couldn't skip, or bring you. It took place the second day, so you had settled in a little, but you were still impatient and uncomfortable staying in his apartment alone. You watched the clock as you waited, he was supposed to be back an hour ago, you were a little worried. Your worries rushed away when you heard the keys in the door, you reacted quickly as you got up to greet him. When the door opened, Toaster walked in , his face barely visible through the bags of grocery he was carrying. You tried to help but when you tried they stopped you with a kiss, like it was normal, like a couples routine.

“I've got it, just- close the door for me.”

You silently did as you were asked, too shocked to respond. You slowly walk over to the kitchen where Toaster is putting stuff away, you start to help. Toaster felt a little guilty for being out a little longer than planned, so they try to explain.

“I felt bad about last night, I normally eat take out - I know it’s not great but- uh anyways I got groceries so we don't have to eat take out the whole time you're here.”

You stay silent, causing Toaster to question if you were listening. He looks at you, watching as you slowly remove items from a bag.

“Hey, you ok?”

“Oh -oh yeah, just- y'know…”

“No sweetie, I don't.”

“Well you just took my first kiss.”

“Oh, I guess you're right- I didn't realize we hadn’t kissed yet, it just felt natural- wait your first?”

“Yeah.”

You mutter nervously, watching as your partner’s face goes from light pink to bright red.

“What?! I'm so sorry, I should have, ugh”

You laugh at how flustered he got, watching as he drops and catches the items he was putting away.

“Why are you laughing?! You- ugg”

They take a deep breath trying to gain composure, but their face stays red as he speaks slightly calmer.

“This isn't funny, I wish I'd known, I would have tried hard or made it more-i don't know - romantic”

You moved close to him, lightly taking their hand in yours.

“It was romantic, you said it was natural, it was like we were living together. I loved it”

Your voice is low, Toaster barely picks it up but when he does his face gets even brighter.

Almost every time you were on video with Xyx he would say something about your lips, and when you bought a ticket to visit him it only got worse. He would always say how he couldn't wait to kiss you, how he bet your lips tasted delicious. Most memorable was the night before you were scheduled to fly over.

“Less than 24 hours till those lips are mine.”

He teases for the millionth time this month.

“My lips are already yours.”

You weren't trying to tease him but your sentence made him blush and choke up, you loved those few moments when you were able to fluster him, you wonder if it would look cuter in person. You also wondered if you should tell him it would be your first kiss. You were a little nervous about it, you wanted him to be your first kiss but you felt a little wrong not telling him. Though you felt that as soon as he learned you were not as experienced as him, he wouldn't want you anymore.

The day came, you dragged your suitcase behind you as you walked to the pick-up area, looking for Xyx. You spotted him, it was hard to miss as he was speed walking toward you with a grin on his lips. He was quick and yet still soft, one arm wrapping around you and resting on your lower back, his other hand moved to hold the back of your head, and before you knew it he was kissing you. His hands gripped a little tighter as he practically dipped you while your lips stayed interlocked. It was clear how much he had wanted this, you're sure the people around you knew it too, especially when a few bystanders wooed at you too. When Xyx’s had enough, of the wooing, not the kiss, he pulls away, that grin back on his lips, as he looks over your flustered state.

“You good doll?”

His teasing voice whispers, a small chuckle follows his question, knowing that you were not good. He laughed even hard when your eyes widened and stayed silent.

“God, you- you look like you've never been kissed.”

He laughs waiting for a response, and eggs you on when you don't answer.

“Oh, is my poor doll too flustered to talk?”

“I haven't.”

His laughing dies down a little.

“I'm sorry what, I need you to speak a little louder.”

“I haven't been kissed before.”

He laughs a little before leaning into your ear and whispering.

“That's even better.”

He takes a side glance at your fluster, worried face before speaking again his tone a little less teasing.

“Don't be embarrassed, I'm a great teacher.”

He pulls away as you freak out a little more.

“Wait- what? What is that supposed to mean?”

He grabs your luggage and starts to walk away, you try to catch up to him while also trying to get an answer from him.

“Xyx!”

You whine still far behind him.

“Hurry up, the longer you take the more the taxi cost.”

“Taxi? What about your bike?”

“Well with all this stuff you bought I couldn't use it. I mean really how much of this is necessary?”

“I'm staying for two weeks!”

“And? I have a washer y’know?”

The two of you fake bicker all the way to the taxi. But when you get in the taxi it stops as Xyx kisses you as soon as you sit down.

“Lesson one, kissing in front of a crowd is kind of lame.”

“You kissed me in a crowd.”

“Yeah but I’m not lame so it cancels out.”

You asked for ideas and I have a suggestion, a pet that normally doesn’t like other people but they almost immediately adore your Blooming Panic SO. Going up to them, letting them pet them, etc

I loved doing this, got a little carried away.

theirs a small part that mentions of past animal abuse, neglect, and dog fights. I used red words to indicate where it begins and ends. It's nothing graphic but I don't want to trigger anyone. let me know if I miss any triggers, spelling, or grammatical errors.

Gender-neutral reader/mc

Enjoy!! I also added a reference at the end for what I think the pets look like!!

After graduating and getting a job Nightowl decided he need more space

He had multiple reasons to move, he was pretty far from his new job, he'd wanted a pet companion since he was little and his current apartment did not allow it. And he realized that he wanted to live with you, and his small college apartment was not fit for two people.

He thought it be perfect, you had quit your job and was visiting Nightowl almost all summer, and of his knowledge, there was no reason for you to go back when you could get a job here and live with him.

But he wanted to get settled in before freaking you out, so getting a pet came first

He did a lot of research to find a puppy but it was a lot harder than he thought until he got a message from an old classmate, a photo of a litter of labs, Nightowl didn't even wait a second before asking if they were for sale, lucky they were and Nightowl got a chocolate lab puppy which he fittingly named Coco.

You had been to Nightowl's old apartment before, you'd even been in his new one to help pack but recently he was afraid to invite you over and it started to make you wonder.

“How's is the unpacking going?”

“Oh, it's going great! Always better with your help!”

He tries to sweet-talk you before he recalls something.

“It's mostly Coco. Whenever I do something he starts chewing it up and throwing things left and right. He doesn't seem to like the change of new things. And I know I should be a little mad but, he's just so cute. I took a photo when he got into my socks.”

Nightowl pulls out his phone to show you the adorable photo of his new chocolate lab. You'd seen the puppy before but only on calls.

“No, I totally get it, how could someone get mad at that face.”

“Thank you for agreeing, I was starting to worry I wasn't being a strict enough dad.”

You use your fingers to zoom in on Coco’s face.

“I can't wait to see this face in person, a little mad it hasn't happened yet.”

You joke as Nightowl pockets his phone.

“Yeah…about that, he doesn't like people. It's not like an aggressive thing but when I bring anyone over, he stays in a corner and glares and if anyone other than me gets within 5 feet of him he growls.”

Nightowl pauses looking at you to see if you had anything to say, he knows that he talks a lot and often forgets to let others speak. When he realizes you are content with just listening he continues.

“I would love it if the two of you met but I don't want to scare him anymore and I don't want to disappoint you.”

“Look at you, all papa mode.”

You joke before taking his hand and changing your tone, you could tell Nightowl was genuinely concerned.

“And I'd love to meet him if you're ok with that, but if it makes you feel better I promise I'll back off as soon as Coco becomes distressed. And even though I think it obvious, you won't disappoint me.”

“Ok.”

Nightowl gives in.

“What?! Really!? When!? I mean it doesn't have to be now but I did leave stuff in your apartment before I left…”

Nightowl agreed, so after your short coffee date, the two of you walked back to his apartment. When he gets to his door he pauses.

“Just, don't get too excited, cause I don't want to disp-

“It'll be fine babe.”

You kiss his cheek and rest your hand on his, the two of you open the door together. You immediately started to search the area for Coco. Nightowl realizes this and laughs.

“Sorry, um I knew you were coming back for your stuff so I made sure Coco was in a different room, just in case.”

That's when you hear scratching, you turn your head to the Nightowl's room, you can see the shadow of tiny paws under the door, then two when the scratching continence, must be Coco or a ghost, you were hoping it was Coco.

“He must have to go outside, we were gone a little longer than I planned

Nightowl opens the door, leaning down to catch his pup when he runs up to him, but he doesn't. Coco bolts straight to you as the Nightowl fumbles to stop him, only a little afraid Coco will bite you. But instead, the chocolate lab tries to climb you, not getting any higher than a foot. You lean down to pick up the puppy.

“This ok?”

You ask, not wanting to disrespect the Nightowl or Coco. Night owl nods and smiles as getting closer to you. You finish picking up the little dog and holding it near your chest. The puppy is trying relentlessly to lick your face.

“I guess I had nothing to worry about.”

“Duh, of course, all dogs love me, I'm just so special.”

You joke

“You are.”

Nightowl responds, totally serious before leaning in to kiss you, pulling away when Coco barks. Nightowl doesn't tell you this until you've agreed to move in with him, but he was so relieved that Coco liked you because if Coco didn't like you it would ruin his whole plan to ask you to move in. Nightowl takes a quick photo of his two cuties and changes it as his phone’s background.

Quest has a pitbull

Cause I said so

But seriously he does and here's why

Both are big, loyal, adorable, and often misjudged on looks …and my favorite

It wasn't really a decision Quest made or planned, he had been apartment searching for a while, not many people wanted to house someone with a record but he had his hopes up about his most recent one. Over the few weeks of applying, viewing, and being interviewed for one apartment Quest I realized something. It was a lot more space than he'd ever had to himself, he knew that it would be hard. He knew the size and silence would bother him, make it hard for him to heal. He was even considering pulling out, looking for somewhere smaller. He walked to the apartment building as the rain poured, he decided to move on to try and find a new one and had to let the owner know. As he walked, his hair and clothes soaked and dripping, he saw her. He had seen her before, she was always in the alley between a coffee shop and an antique store, she often had a small cup of water, he'd assumed one of the coffee shops was responsible for the water, given the logo. Most times Quest would just walk by, ignoring the dog, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave the poor thing if he looked her in the eyes. He always wanted a dog, but everywhere he lived didn't allow them. The first time he saw her he had to tell himself

Someone else will help it. You can't care for it now. The homeless shelter doesn't even allow dogs.

But today he stopped. He squatted down, held out his hand out to the dog, and waited. He stayed in this position for at least 5 minutes, he watched through dripping bangs as the dog slowly approached him. He smiled when the dog sniffed his hand, he stayed still as the dog lowered its head. Quest cautiously turned his hand and rested it on her head, waiting before petting her. As she got closer and closer, as he continued to pet her he dreamed. He dreamed about the apartment building 2 blocks down, what a life would be like there with this sweetheart, the space wouldn't be just his but theirs.

Trigger warning:Covered in wet dog hair, Quest went into both stores, asking about the dog. He learned that she was originally for sale, but after the buyer got no calls he left her here, she was covered in bite marks and gashes, pretty obviously abused, and most likely forced into dog fights.(End of tw) The coffee shop explained that no one there could take her in, nor the antique shop, but they tried their best to feed her. When Quest heard about her past he couldn't help but feel like he was meant to help the dog, so he left his number with both shops, explaining that he was getting an apartment soon and he'd love to take her in. Luckily the apartments allowed dogs, including “aggressive “ breeds, and he was able to take her in, naming her Rain. The coffee shop loves her and Quest, they often give Quest coffee in the house along with a pup cup.

Sorry I got carried away, now for you meeting her.

Quest hadn't told you about rain, he was slightly afraid you would judge her past and breed, even if he knew that wasn't you. He thought it was fine until you bought a ticket to visit him. He tried to tell you but it never felt like the right time, and now the two of you are outside his apartment building. You were super excited to get inside and rest, walking ahead of Quest as he tried to talk to you.

“So, I've been trying to tell you something-”

He was interrupted by one of his neighbors.

“Afternoon Quest, how are you?”

“Im great Ms. Opal I-”

He's cut off again when the older lady sees you.

“Oh, and who is this? Oh is this the person you're always texting? And they're finally here, how cute.”

“Yes…”

Quest blushes lightly.

“Um, their here for the week so you'll have time to chat if you'd like but n-”

Once again the lady interrupts him.

“How fantastic. Oh but what about rain, poor things, always running away from people. Will she be fine?”

“Rain?”

You question, you never heard Quest speak of a Rain.

“His sweet dog, she's so sweet when she gets to know you but that takes months, she's almost as shy as her dad, not wanting to open up to new people.”

Quest tried to talk but before even getting a word out he was cut off.

“Oh my, I'm gonna miss the birds! See you love bird later!”

The lady leaves in a rush out the door laughing at her joke. You turn to quest, his head bowed in shame.

“You have a dog?”

“Yeah… I was trying to tell you but, it's hard to get the words out, especially with Ms.Opal.”

You laugh a little.

“Other than the constant interrupting, why was it hard? It's a dog, it's not like you have another partner.”

“I know but, I just don't like the words, I think it stupid when I have to tell people and they respond in horror or worry for my safety. Or worse they think we belong together because-”

He pauses not wanting to say the words, you rub his back, letting him know you're here and listening.

“We’re both aggressive.”

His voice is low. You roll your eyes, annoyed that quiet is treated that way.

“Sounds like a bunch of idiots. Ms.Opal seems to think your dog is sweet, and she's met the dog so listen to her, not the people who assume things based on breed.”

Quest feels a little stupid thinking you'd judge his dog, feeling a lot better after hearing you say that. He's now fueled with excitement for you to meet rain. The two of you hurry up the stairs to his apartment. He tells you more about her.

“She's a pit bull, that where most people get the idea she's aggressive, but she really is the sweetest thing I've met.”

“Even sweeter than me?”

“Way sweeter!”

The two of you laugh as you arrive at his door, his excitement dialed down just slightly.

“Ms.Opal wasn't lying though, it takes a lot of time for her to be comfortable around new people, she’s … people weren't the best to her.”

Quest decided he'd tell you more later, not wanting to ruin this moment. He opens the door, putting a finger against his lips. You stayed quiet as you entered the apartment. Quest calls for the dog and whistles, you then hear the slow pitter-patter of the dog's feet. You watch as the dog rounds the corner, her body wiggling with her tail as she gets closer to the quest. She leans her body against his legs as he pets her, you watch as Quest smiles and praises the dog. You watch as the dog freezes for a second when it sees you, you let your hand hang near her face, not too close but if she wanted to she had access to smell you. She stopped wiggling and sniffed your hand, after a few seconds she started wiggling again, moving from Quest to you, putting her body against you as you pet her. You hear as Quest lets out a relieved sigh than a laugh.

“This is insane, that's the fastest she's ever warmed up to someone, even me.”

He laughs even more incredibly relieved that he wouldn't have to separate you from her for the week.

Later that night Quest tells you more about rain, her past, how he got her, why he named her that, the coffee shop. You make him promise that he'll take you and rain to the coffee shop in the morning, he feels at peace knowing the two most important souls in his life get along.

Nakedtoaster likes to support local businesses including a nearby cat cafe.

It was one of his favorite places outside of his own home, he also thought that it was a great business.

The owners were always kind and almost always working as hard as the employees, they hired people who struggled to get jobs previously, whether because of a disability,discrimination, or if they have a criminal record. The cats and kittens were up for adoption and raged ages along with backgrounds.

They mainly loved this place because no matter how packed it got it was always a calming atmosphere.

Though he was never a cat person, he enjoyed watching the kittens chase each other. The older the cats slept, the more he started to understand people who liked cats. This was his downfall.

He started to frequent the cafe, and one kitten started to frequent his lap. Every time he sat down at the cafe a kitten would jump up and sleep in their laps.

After weeks of this they started to feel bad that the kitten wasn't adopted, he had seen way, he was prone to biting and scratching the other quest, but the kitten never scratched him so they took it upon themselves to adopt the kitten, it was so calming to him anyways.

Wrong.

Toasty soon realized the kitten was a rascal, running, jumping everywhere, knocking down one thing after the other. And though he found it annoying he loved the little thing.

You knocked on the door, looked down at your phone trying to make sure it was the right apartment. You heard fumbling and someone whispered a string of curse words. That's when you knew you had the right door. You waited patiently for Toasty to open the door, when he did it was only a sliver. You could tell they were frantic and unprepared, his hand playing with his hair as he looked behind the door.

“Are you gonna let your partner in?”

You teased smiling as he fumbles and blushes.

“Oh yeah sorry.”

He opens the door wider for you, you follow their eyes to one of the rooms, a closed door. He quickly closes the door.

“Welcome… sorry I haven't had time to clean up.”

“That's okay… so… can I see the kitten?”

“Wow is that all you came here for?”

“Yes.”

Your tone was serious but Toasty could tell it was a joke, making him laugh.

“Oh, I see how it is. “

They stayed quiet, looking back at the door again before speaking again.

“I don't think that's a great idea, he's kind of violent, not bad but you're also the first person he's met since I got him. “

“You don't think I can take a little scratch?”

You ask him, hoping to raise the likelihood you'll get to see the kitten. Success.

“Ok, but I warned you.”

He turns around ready to go open the door that his kitten is kept in, only to see the door open. Toasty rushes over to the room and searches it for the little cat.

“Uggg, be careful, he's probably out there, plotting his next move”

“You make him sound like a video game boss.”

“Everything in my life is a video game boss.”

When Toaster emerges from the room they see you holding their little boy.

“You exaggerated, he's so calm. I don't know what you were worried about.”

You tell him as you pet the kitten in your arms. Toasty moves closer to you as they accuse that kitten.

“You little, you're trying to deceive them, I know your true colors.”

They started laughing, knowing they just said something silly, they also blush. When he finishes laughing he stands up, moving to pet the cat, only to be hissed at. Shocked, Toasty looks at you.

“Did he just hiss at me? Oh, he must like you.”

He directs his attention to the kitten.

“Trying to steal my sweetheart? I know they are special but they're mine.”

Toaster is back to accusing the kitten again.

“What did you call him?”

That's when Toaster realizes he let the name slip. As soon as he got the kitten he named it oven, thinking it was fitting based on his fur and they thought it was funny Toaster and oven. But when the server asked the kitten's name, the Toaster decided it best to tell no one, knowing that all would tease him.

“Nothing.”

They lie.

“No! You called him oven! You named him oven! That's so cute!”

You start laughing at the matching names.

“Yeah yeah, it's a good name ok. He has the colors of an oven and I go by a Toaster so it's… it's a good name”

“I totally agree, I bet the server will too.”

You set Oven down as you reach for your phone as Toaster tries to stop you.

I mean it's Cat, not much backstory is needed.

I do think Cat isn't big on new people.

Cat has social anxiety.

Mostly based on my own cat but because they're scared of people Cat hides really well when people are around.

Like Xyx cant even find them, and it's his house.

You arrive at Xyx’s house. Still, a little rattled from the ride on Xyx motorcycle, even if it wasn't your first time on a bike, it was the first time you rode with Xyx and boy was he reckless, but as he told you.

“I’ll be careful, need to be when I got this special cargo.”

It made you laugh at the time but know you wished you would have seriously told him to be careful.

You made your way inside, taking a seat on the couch, as you were told.

“So where's Cat?”

“Hell if I know, that little troll is probably in the walls”

Xyx moves around his kitchen to get you a drink as he continues, his voice softens a tone

“Cats aren't the biggest human fan, I mean I'm not either, but that little thing can't stand us. They always hide if anyone other than me enters this house.”

You listen as you spot a fluffy tail movie behind the chair next to the couch. Not wanting to make the cat uncomfortable, you don't do anything other than watch, you watch as the cat gets closer to you, you watch as its hind legs bend and jump right into your lap. You snicker under your breath as you respond.

“You sure about that?”

“I’d bet my bike on it.”

Xyx makes his way into the living room with a glass for you, not yet seeing the fluffy creature in your lap. He leans over the couch to hand you your drink.

“Her-”

He freezes upon seeing Cat in your lap

“Your bike? I guess I wouldn't mind a souvenir.”

You laugh as Xyx rushes over to examine Cat, making sure it's not a hologram or something. He's genuinely surprised Cat is in your lap.

“They really just cost me my damn bike. First my house now my bike, it really is a troll.”

Xyx move to sit next to you on the couch before leaning into your ear

“I don't blame it, I'd jump straight to your lap too.”

Did i never post chapter 2 of the unkissable prince? and no one told me, cause i cant fin it on my page

The Unkissable Prince CH.2

I cant find it so ill post it again just in case

The past few weeks the cast had been working hard to make something they could be proud of, and they were proud of what they had accomplished so far as a group, but problems arise in individuals. Most of the actors were in their last year of high school and had other problems and worries this late in the school year. Lunch was one of the only times they could relax without having to do school work or production work. It was a time of fun relaxation, laughs and for some, it was a time to make new relationships or for some to evolve.

Denki and Shinsou had been working together during rehearsal almost every time the actors were given time to work on individual character work. Even though Denki was who Shinsou worked with the most, Denki was always disappointed when Shinsou worked with another actor. Now Shinsou was a part of the theater kid group, even during lunch. Currently, most of the students in the production were having lunch together and it was only the second week that Shinsou was a part of this lunch group and he had taken notice of something. For one he noticed the closeness of Tokoyami the actor playing Scully and Aoyama the french boy who played the french chef in the show, he assumed that they were together or were getting to that type of relationship. He also noticed that mina was ursal, not that she was naturally ursal but she constantly in character, basically method acting, and it scared most of the none theater people. What he took notice of most was how they treated Denki, for the most part, it was harmless jokes that could be taken the wrong way. What he was really unsure of was how Jiro treated him, her jokes were more insults than the others, half the time he couldn’t tell if she was even trying to joke about it. Shinsou could tell that Denkiwas affected by Jiro’s words, and he was too. Mostly because her insults were always about other’s feelings toward Denki. Things like

“Your so annoying, it makes people hate you.”

“It’s hard being around you when you are so stupid.”

"I still don’t how you landed the prince role when you the furthest thing from a prince .”

“It’s so hard to act like I’m in love with prince eric when you’re the one playing him.”

“I’m not surprised that you’ve never been in a relationship, I pray for your future partner.”

That last few ones were the ones that hurt Shinso because he was a part of Denkis prince Eric’s portrayal. The last one also struck a chord with him because he liked Denkieven before they become friends, he was almost hopelessly in love with Denkinow that they got to spend time together. Even though Jiro’s comments hurt both Denkiand Shinsou, neither of them was able to stand up to her. All Shinsou could do was find a way to comfort Denki when they were alone.

Later in the day after school now at rehearsal, once again Shinso was hoping from person to person helping them during their individual work. Denki was running over his lines, memorizing, blocking, and figuring out how to say each word, the way prince eric would. Shinso had taught him many acting tips in the past few weeks, it made Denki feel a little dumb because he had done acting for fun since he was little and he was only learning such things in his last year of high school. Denki sat and thought of tactics, a term, and a method that Shinso taught him. Basically, each line has at least one tactic, a tactic is an action verb that is aimed at the other characters in the show. For example, he used ‘to swoon Ariel’ quite a bit, swoon being the tactic and Ariel is who it is for. All the work he was doing made him think of Shinsou, and how Shinsou wasn’t working with him right now, it made him feel alone and jealous that he didn’t have the fluffy-haired boy’s attention. The director called for clean up which indicated the end of rehearsal, and Denki still hadn’t worked with Shinsou today, it disappointed him more than it should have.

Denki

I pack up my bag and script but stay seated in the chair I was in. I know that it’s time to go but I wasn’t ready to leave, not mentally at least. I watched as my ...our stage manager talked to our director, I have no clue what their conversations about but it’s not unusual for them to talk after rehearsal. I began to space out, still staring in their direction, I’m broken from this state when I notice both men looking at me, I panic a little because when two people are talking and looking at you it means that they’re talking about you, and I can only assume that their talking shit if it’s me they’re looking at. In my slightly panicked state, I didn’t realize that Yamada has left and that Shinso has started to approach me. I try to calm myself and get ready to stand up but before I could stand up I hear the amazing smooth voice of Shinso.

“Stay seated.”

Even though his tone wasn’t demanding or scary, I summited and was scared. I watched as he sets down something and pulls out another foldable chair, across from me and my chair. I couldn’t think of what to say or question but luckily I didn’t have to because he knew the answers to the questions I hadn’t even thought of yet

“I asked Yamada if I could work with you a little more today here because we didn’t get to.”

I nodded my head and took note of how awkward he knew that we were alone together. I guess he thinks I’m stupid because he went into more detail.

“He said yes, just no funny business and to lock up and that return the keys when I get home.”

He was less awkward now, he even rolled his eyes at the no funny business part. I assume that the shiny thing he put down was the keys to the auditorium. The most confusing part was the ‘return the keys when I get home’.

"Wait you live with Yamada?”

I yelled that a little loud and was a little too excited for that, it probably made him uncomfortable to be around a loud person like me.

"Yeah, he not my dad or anything. At least not biologically, he’s my foster parent, has been for the past 3 years but he hasn’t asked if I wanted to be adopted yet so I think he waiting till I turn 18 so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”

He laughs but I don’t think it’s very funny, because I don’t think it true, and Yamada isn’t like that. I hold my breath though, no one wants to hear my thoughts anyway, so I switch the subject.

"I was working on tactics today, hear let me show you!”

We worked for the next 30 minutes on different parts of the script, until we ended up on the wedding scene, the same scene that prince eric and ariel kiss. The atmosphere became weird between us, we weren’t acting or anything, just reading the lines and talking through different ideas. But the topic of kissing filled the air with awkwardness. But we had to continue with analyzing and discovering my character.

"I’ve been having trouble portraying Eric at this moment. It’s hard to show the love he feels for Ariel.”

I admitted to Shinso that love was hard to portray which is pretty embarrassing.

"I would try and draw out, or remember an experience for this scene, like your first kiss, or date, something romantic.”

Shinso suggested, I tried to rack my brain to find a replay that doesn’t include Shinso learning that I haven’t had my first kiss yet. But that’s what enders up coming out.

"I haven’t...”

"You haven’t ...what? Kissed someone? gone on date?”

Shinso sounds very shocked by this discovery. I just nodded my head not wanting to face him.

"But you’ve rehearsed this scene before, so you’ve kissed Jiro?”

I suddenly realize that every time Jiro and I have rehearsed that scene, Shinso isn’t in his chair, and when Yamada announced we would be doing stage kisses instead, Shinso hadn’t joined the club yet. Meaning that Shinso didn’t know about the stage kisses.

“No, she was uncomfortable with that so we opted for stage kisses, so I’ve never had a first kiss, not a romantic one or a fake one from Jiro.”

“Whats a stage kiss?”

I’m shocked, my stage manager doesn’t know what a stage kiss is. He knows all these other terms for acting but he doesn’t know about a basic stage kiss. Well, now I get to be the smart one.

"Well, it’s so that actors don’t have to kiss but it tricks the audience. Basically one of the actors grabs the other’s face and kisses their thumbs.”

I was feeling pretty smug about knowing something Shinsou didn’t. Until he spoke again.

“I don’t understand. Maybe I’ll understand better if you showed me.”

I cough out a little bit in shock, yeah sure it’s a stage kiss and I wouldn’t actually be kissing him, but the idea makes me nervous. It’s not like I don’t want to kiss him, stage kiss him, it’s the opposite, I’ve grown fond of him and might even say I have a crush on him. I know that I don’t have a shot with him or anyone for that matter but I can’t help but wish for more than a stage kiss. But if a stage kiss is the closest I'll get to being with Shinso I'll take it.

Without saying anything I get up from my chair and move towards Shinso, I place my hands on his face and then I lift my thumbs positioning them in front of his lips. they flout above his lips as I pause for a second, thinking about touching his lips with my thumbs, it’s still intimate in my mind, but his puzzled look makes me place my thumbs down on his lips. There soft, I would have expected chapped lips but this is a pleasant surprise. I close my eyes and kiss my own thumbs, I keep my lips there longer than I do when I stage kiss Jiro, but Shinso won’t know that. I pull away and open my eyes, to see Shinso smiling and almost laughing, then he begins to laugh. I began to feel insignificant and stupid again. I know I don’t have a shot with some as amazing as Shinso but that doesn’t mean I didn’t still hope that the stage kiss would lead to something more, and real.

“Sorry for laughing. You really haven’t had your first kiss.”

It’s that obvious to him, sure I told him but how can he tell how inexperienced I am from just a stage kiss.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

I asked in a more rude tone than I meant to.

"Well you closed your eyes, like the whole time, and you were there longer than needed.”

“You’re supposed to close your eyes, right. That’s what they do in movies and like it’s bad if you open your eyes, or that’s what I’ve heard.”

Shinso nods at my statement but it seems to be in a teasing way.

“Wel that right but you make it seem like life or death, your eyes aren’t just closed there squeezed shut, and with simple kisses that the .. um … the stage kiss is replicating, it’s short. Cause in real life it would be a little awkward to put your lips against someone else’s without at least some lip movement.”

I find his corrections on my stage kiss annoying, and I don’t try to hide it in my voice.

"Oh, so your some sort of kissing expert?”

“I wouldn’t call myself that, but I’m more experienced than you.”

I become more annoyed because his voice changed and he became more smug

"Well, it’s not my fault I haven’t had my first kiss!”

I yell at him.

“Neither is it mine.”

“Yes, it is because anyone who hasn’t tried to kiss me is at fault!”

I blurt out without think of consequences, and when I look at Shinso and his smug, flirtatious face I know that there’s going to be consequences.

“So if I kiss you then I can be free from being blamed?”

I go wide-eyed, I can’t tell if he’s being serious. And if he is I don’t know if I want my first kiss to be under these circumstances. Oh, who am I kidding I was ready to have my first kiss be with Jiro for a play. I try to ask him how serious he is but it stumbles out in pieces.

“How ….uu. I ho-how seri-serious is your.. Uhh ...your ..proposal?”

I sound like a mess. I watch as Shinso stands up from his chair moving closer to me. His left hand rests on my cheek. Leans in and whispers...

“As serious as you want it to be.”

We stand and stay in this position until Shinsou whispers more...

“I’m asking if I can kiss you.”

“Yes!”

The yes that falls out of my mouth is too fast and too quiet but Shinsou heard it and leaned in. I don’t like to admit that I’m wrong but I was and Shinso is right. Without movement this is awkward. But then he snickers with his lips still on mine, that’s when I realize he wasn’t moving on purpose to prove his point. He begins to move, and I half expect it to become a french kiss but it doesn’t. I follow his lips movement hoping that I’m doing it correctly.

We eventually pull away, both our faces tinted pink with blush. I’m not used to silence so I try to fill it.

"Wow, where did all that confidence come from?”

Shinso was often not as flirty as he has been for the past 10 minutes.

“Don’t know, it happens more than you’d expect.”

His hand does that thing that I’ve read in teen romance stories, where it goes behind their neck. I can see the movement of hair and fingers and I assume that it’s some sort of nervous tick to play with his hair, it cute.

“So I think we did enough work for one day, so I guess it’s time to go home.”

I nodded and turn back to grab my stuff, I turn around and Shinsou is already ready to go, waiting for me, but he doesn’t seem to be annoyed like most people are when I take longer to get ready. He locks up the room and we walk to the exit together. When we get outside I turn to start walking home, Shinsou turns the other way but before I get too far he turns back and yells at me.

“Do you need a ride? People shouldn’t walk this late at night, I don’t mind giving you a ride. “

I turn around and yell back...

"I don’t want to get you in trouble for being home late.”

“I’d probably get more in trouble if I let you walked, that’s how my dads are, so come on.”

He waves me over and I jog over to him.

During the ride we don’t talk much, letting the radio fill the car, scaring off the awkward silence. I told him my address and he uses a GPS for direction instead of asking me every 2 minutes when to turn. So I was able to just watch him, and I never realized how attractive people can be while driving till now. Especially the one hand on the wheel, his right hand still on the shift even though it an automatic, his left hand on the wheel. The same hand that was on my cheek less than 20 minutes ago. The realization brings color back to my face, I begin to think about the kiss again. My thinking almost always leads to questions that make me insecure, and like always, I begin to question. Along with my brain answering with the most likely answer

Did I do it right? No.

Did he like it? No.

Does he regret it? Of course.

Was it just a moment thing? Yes.

Or does it have a deeper meaning? No.

Will it happen again? Never, don’t even get your hopes up.

Will we become more than friends? Idiot.

Did he hate it? How else is someone supposed to feel after kissing you?

Is Jiro right? Has she ever been wrong, no, and that hasn’t changed.

Will he stop being my friend? Probably and if not, it’s pity.

Why did he do it? To teach you, cause your a lonely idiot.

Does he like me? Not even a question, of course not, look at him, then yourself. He would never like you.

“Denki is this it?”

I’m broken from the negative thoughts. Shinso has already parked, I look out the window, and sure enough, it is my house.

“Yeah."

I step out and grab my stuff, I close the door, the window rolls down.

"Have a good day Denki.”

"Yeah, you to Shinso.”

I begin to walk away but he yells out a little more...

"Call me Hitoshi. Also, It wasn’t a moment thing, and I want to see where this leads.”

My back was turned the whole time he said talked, I stand there frozen in disbelief. It’s only when I hear his car drive away that I breathe again, my first breath also being a whisper of his name.