Oneshots! Various Fandom Ver. (requests open)

Tie {Drift x Reader (Fortnite)}

Request for Tutoronline         

~(Y/N)'s POV~

       I pant heavily, clutching my (favorite gun) to my chest. I don't have any meds, mats, or shield. I am running low on ammo. This is it. Yet another solo match that I lose. I sigh. At this point, I've given up on getting wins. Being game ended means nothing anymore. It's not like it's permanent.

       My breath hitches as I hear footsteps walking up the stairs. I'm not very surprised, this is Tilted Towers after all, but I'm still scared. Scared of the intense pain then the feeling of nothing, and suddenly, waking up fresh and new, knowing I had lost once again. I scoot as close to the wall as possible and tightly shut my eyes. Maybe I'll be lucky, and they won't notice me. The footsteps get louder and louder, then suddenly stop. I feel a bead of sweat roll down my face. I feel the presence and body heat of someone in front of me, but they don't seem to be doing anything.

       I barely open one of my eyes to see a male crouching in front of me, wearing a pink, white, and gold kitsune mask. He also has on a black and gold cloak with a pair of black jeans and red sneakers. I notice a red jacket under the cloak. I have to admit, he's pretty hot. I look up at him, wondering why he hasn't killed me yet. Maybe he's savoring my fear? I open my mouth to say something, anything really, but nothing would come out. He continues to just..stare. I flinch slightly as he suddenly moves to grab something. Welp, this is the end. At least I get the satisfaction of being game ended by such an attractive man. I mentally roll my eyes at myself. Stop being such a pervert, (Y/N).

       I snap back into reality to notice him holding out a med kit to me. WHAAAT?! My eyes widen and a light blush appears on my face. I decide to finally speak up, but it comes out weak. "Why...?" He tilts his head cutely, so I continue, my voice stronger. "Why aren't you just game ending me while you have the chance? I'll just die anyways, so why not just take the kill for yourself?" He pauses and looks out a window, seemingly deep in thought. He turns back to me and shrugs. Excuse me what— "What kinda answer is that?!" He shrugs again. "I swear I'm gonna take that ̶s̶e̶x̶y̶ mask off of your face and force you to talk." I feel him death stare me. I raise my hands up in mock surrender after setting my gun next to me. "Jeez, sorry." I finally take the med kit and start to wrap up my injuries. He sits down a few feet away from me and watches me as I patch myself up.

       "..."

       "..."

       "..Sooo, what's your name?"

       "..."

       "Are you not gonna talk to me?"

       "..."

       "Pleaseee..?"

       "..."

       I stare at him with a poker face. I had already finished using the med kit, so I jump onto him. I can tell he gets suprised from my action, but he still doesn't make a sound. He grabs my arms trying to push me away, but I push back. I reach my hands up to his mask and grab ahold of it. He starts to freak out and push harder. I do the same. I quickly snatch it off of him, and because of the fast motion, his hood falls off too. My mouth opens as I stare at him, admiring all of his features. My eyes land on his black mask covering his mouth. My eye twitches in annoyance. Of course he has on another mask. I try my best to ignore it and look back at his poofy blonde mohawk.  My eyes then move down and meet his own brown ones, nervousness hinting in them. I give a lopsided-smile.

       "Hey, that wasn't so bad, right?" He looks away, the tiniest blush on his face. "Awww—" He looks back at me. "Crap, I didn't mean to say that out loud." Now I'm looking away with a blush. I hear him chuckle. My blush deepens. I glance back at him, and he pulls his mask down with a small smile.