? this is an mlm blog . I write male/gender neutral readers with male characters
? I do not write nsfw . I may write somewhat suggestive works , but I will not go as far as to write smut because I am a minor !
? I currently ONLY accept requests for haikyuu, jjk, & cortis
? I am a highschool student , so I might not get to your request as fast as you would like me to ! even then , this blog is just a hobby ! I take frequent writing breaks throughout the year: my requests are currently closed :'( soz
heated rivalry has been my one and only interest for the past 7ish months and unfortunately I dont have the time energy or skill to actually write gay hockey fanfiction so thats like 90% of why there's nothing new soz guys
ugh Ant and male reader where he keeps going on about getting laid and how he's finally locked down and in a relationship and nobody takes him seriously cause he never names you or has any pictures of you or something dumb like that but he gets drunk and clingy one night and just keeps asking for you and it drives everyone insane so they have to go through his phone contacts and call you to deal with him
also with S4 of invincible out now Ive noticed... The resurgence of my invincible works.... I might write a couple more invincible fics at some point loll
it's 1:50 by the time you reach the café. the wind is harsh against your ears, so martin was actually right about the weather. you pull the café doors open and finally shelter yourself from the elements, the warmth from the heater seeping into your bones. it's the same as it always is; a couple of the tables are occupied as people chat, upbeat pop music playing quietly in the background.
the door chimes, and you glance up to see james standing in front of you with a fucking bouquet of flowers in his hands. an array of pink and white lilies, baby's breath, and roses, wrapped perfectly in wax paper and tied off with a bright red ribbon.
"hey." he says softly. his eyes crinkle as he smiles.
"hey," you echo. "...those're for me?"
"ah, yeah," he chuckles. "i wasn't too sure what flowers you would like, and martin seemed like he'd kill me if i asked anymore questions about you. i hope you like them."
as carefully as you could, you take the bouquet from his hands, your fingers brushing for barely a second. calling it beautiful would be an understatement. you bring it up to you nose and inhale; the sweet floral smell tickles your nose.
"holy shit, thank you," you breathe out. james laughs at that; you feel your face warm.
"when did you get here? it's kind of embarrassing that i asked you out and you showed up before me," he leans against the wall.
"nah, don't worry. i got here, like, three minutes before you did."
"good, good," james stands up straight and reaches for your free hand, a grin plastered across his face. "now we can start."
he drags you out of the cafe, and doesn't tell you where he's taking you. you notice he hasn't let go of your hand yet, and decide not to say anything about it. the sun beams down and keeps you warm when it's not hidden behind the clouds, but it still isn't necessarily warm out. the hand holding your bouquet was growing numb; the one in james' grasp was toasty warm against his palm.
"are you secretly kidnapping me?" you ask after the third turn on the sidewalk.
"what—? no. if i was kidnapping you, i'd do a better job than this," he huffs, as if it were the obvious answer. clearly your expression shows some concern at his statement, because he gives your hand a gentle squeeze and quickly adds: "not that i'd kidnap anyone in general, but. yeah."
that draws a chuckle out of you; he laughs too.
"seriously, though. where are we going?"
"what're your thoughts on ghibli movies?"
apparently, your local theatre was doing reruns of old ghibli movies. while the two of you wait in line for tickets, you manage to decide on a movie together.
"what snacks do you want?" james asks you— still holding your hand, you mentally note— as he glances over the menu at the concessions stand.
"popcorn, obviously. extra butter."
by the time the credits roll, the bag of popcorn is long gone— empty and crumpled up under your seat— and your palms are sweating.
"so?" your head snaps over to look at james. he's already standing. "was it worth it?"
you stand up from your seat. "absolutely. i haven't seen this in years," you grin. "it's just as good as i remember."
james walks you home, pinkies interlocked as you walk down the street until he spots a convenience store on the way there.
"wanna grab ice cream?" he asks with a grin. he's already tugging you past the sliding doors before you can say no.
by the time you reach the front steps of your house, you've got an ice cream sandwich in one hand and your flowers in the other. you turn around to face james.
"thank you for today," you hum. "i wasn't expecting... well, anything, honestly."
"i wanted to shoot my shot. got tired of waiting for you to come back to the cafe," he chuckles; you ignore the way your face warms with embarrassment.
"whatever, yeah. this was a really nice date—" this was a date, right? "—so thank you, again."
"you can thank me properly by coming to my band's next show."
you raise an eyebrow. "you guys have a show coming up? martin never said anything to me about that."
"it's technically still in the works," james shrugs. "but i expect to see you front and center. we haven't performed live yet, and i'd like to see you there."
"yeah," you breathe out, eyes blown wide. you weren't expecting that at all— not that you were complaining about being asked out again. "that sounds great, dude."
"dude?" james scoffs in mock offense. "i took you out on a romantic movie date, and you call me dude? [name], i thought we had something!"
"goodbye, james," you say through giggles. "i'll see you tomorrow."
he stops his bit then, and smiles softly at you. he moves on the steps so that the two of you are face to face. you open your mouth, about to ask him what he's doing, when he leans over to plant a quick, soft kiss on your cheek.
"bye," he mumurs still inches away from your face. he steps back then, shoving his hands in his pockets, and walks back to the road, yelling, "i'll text you about the show!"
you stand there, frozen for a moment before you— mentally, seeing as your hands are still full— slap yourself across the face because you've probably been standing on your porch like an idiot for much longer than you'd like.
once you're finally inside, you stare down at the flowers in your hands. holy shit.
so sorry for the delay on this...... oops...
this is the end of still fallin 4 u ! i might update in the future with more, but this is the end of the main story purely because pacing this was impossible and balancing posting with school was hell.
thanks for reading!!! i hope you guys liked it lmfaoo
it's 1:50 by the time you reach the café. the wind is harsh against your ears, so martin was actually right about the weather. you pull the café doors open and finally shelter yourself from the elements, the warmth from the heater seeping into your bones. it's the same as it always is; a couple of the tables are occupied as people chat, upbeat pop music playing quietly in the background.
the door chimes, and you glance up to see james standing in front of you with a fucking bouquet of flowers in his hands. an array of pink and white lilies, baby's breath, and roses, wrapped perfectly in wax paper and tied off with a bright red ribbon.
"hey." he says softly. his eyes crinkle as he smiles.
"hey," you echo. "...those're for me?"
"ah, yeah," he chuckles. "i wasn't too sure what flowers you would like, and martin seemed like he'd kill me if i asked anymore questions about you. i hope you like them."
as carefully as you could, you take the bouquet from his hands, your fingers brushing for barely a second. calling it beautiful would be an understatement. you bring it up to you nose and inhale; the sweet floral smell tickles your nose.
"holy shit, thank you," you breathe out. james laughs at that; you feel your face warm.
"when did you get here? it's kind of embarrassing that i asked you out and you showed up before me," he leans against the wall.
"nah, don't worry. i got here, like, three minutes before you did."
"good, good," james stands up straight and reaches for your free hand, a grin plastered across his face. "now we can start."
he drags you out of the cafe, and doesn't tell you where he's taking you. you notice he hasn't let go of your hand yet, and decide not to say anything about it. the sun beams down and keeps you warm when it's not hidden behind the clouds, but it still isn't necessarily warm out. the hand holding your bouquet was growing numb; the one in james' grasp was toasty warm against his palm.
"are you secretly kidnapping me?" you ask after the third turn on the sidewalk.
"what—? no. if i was kidnapping you, i'd do a better job than this," he huffs, as if it were the obvious answer. clearly your expression shows some concern at his statement, because he gives your hand a gentle squeeze and quickly adds: "not that i'd kidnap anyone in general, but. yeah."
that draws a chuckle out of you; he laughs too.
"seriously, though. where are we going?"
"what're your thoughts on ghibli movies?"
apparently, your local theatre was doing reruns of old ghibli movies. while the two of you wait in line for tickets, you manage to decide on a movie together.
"what snacks do you want?" james asks you— still holding your hand, you mentally note— as he glances over the menu at the concessions stand.
"popcorn, obviously. extra butter."
by the time the credits roll, the bag of popcorn is long gone— empty and crumpled up under your seat— and your palms are sweating.
"so?" your head snaps over to look at james. he's already standing. "was it worth it?"
you stand up from your seat. "absolutely. i haven't seen this in years," you grin. "it's just as good as i remember."
james walks you home, pinkies interlocked as you walk down the street until he spots a convenience store on the way there.
"wanna grab ice cream?" he asks with a grin. he's already tugging you past the sliding doors before you can say no.
by the time you reach the front steps of your house, you've got an ice cream sandwich in one hand and your flowers in the other. you turn around to face james.
"thank you for today," you hum. "i wasn't expecting... well, anything, honestly."
"i wanted to shoot my shot. got tired of waiting for you to come back to the cafe," he chuckles; you ignore the way your face warms with embarrassment.
"whatever, yeah. this was a really nice date—" this was a date, right? "—so thank you, again."
"you can thank me properly by coming to my band's next show."
you raise an eyebrow. "you guys have a show coming up? martin never said anything to me about that."
"it's technically still in the works," james shrugs. "but i expect to see you front and center. we haven't performed live yet, and i'd like to see you there."
"yeah," you breathe out, eyes blown wide. you weren't expecting that at all— not that you were complaining about being asked out again. "that sounds great, dude."
"dude?" james scoffs in mock offense. "i took you out on a romantic movie date, and you call me dude? [name], i thought we had something!"
"goodbye, james," you say through giggles. "i'll see you tomorrow."
he stops his bit then, and smiles softly at you. he moves on the steps so that the two of you are face to face. you open your mouth, about to ask him what he's doing, when he leans over to plant a quick, soft kiss on your cheek.
"bye," he mumurs still inches away from your face. he steps back then, shoving his hands in his pockets, and walks back to the road, yelling, "i'll text you about the show!"
you stand there, frozen for a moment before you— mentally, seeing as your hands are still full— slap yourself across the face because you've probably been standing on your porch like an idiot for much longer than you'd like.
once you're finally inside, you stare down at the flowers in your hands. holy shit.
so sorry for the delay on this...... oops...
this is the end of still fallin 4 u ! i might update in the future with more, but this is the end of the main story purely because pacing this was impossible and balancing posting with school was hell.
thanks for reading!!! i hope you guys liked it lmfaoo
