#I've only been confessed to as jokes! I do NOT miss high school!!

[anothermonikan]

Eh, fuck it, self-indulgent post, shoutout to the aro's out there who haven't gotten confessed to at any point in their lives. I see you. We are so fucking awesome

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

congrats on 500!!! :) maybe for the prompts fluff or angst for stewy hosseini with 1. "You love me?" 5. "It's always been you." 7. "You were my first love."

The Place Where It All Began.

1. "You love me?" + 5. "It's always been you." + 7. "You were my first love."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! I love writing soft stewy :((

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Childhood Bestfriend!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - none. just very soft sweet sappy stewy

Word Count - 880

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You swore you'd never attend your high school reunion.

And yet here you are.

You're fake smiling like your life depends on it, walking around the gymnasium and wishing you were invisible.

As you step into the hallway to take a breather, strong arms wrap around your middle and hoist you into an empty classroom. You go to scream, but something in you tells you not to. You recognise that strength.

Stewy Hosseini.

Your high school best friend. You met in science class, mandatory lab partners. You'd had an instant connection - constantly laughing, teasing, joking around until the teacher gave you both a warning look.

You were inseparable. He only lived a couple of blocks away from you, which meant you got to spend a surplus of time together. You'd hang out after school, on weekends, during holidays. You weren't you without Stewy.

And then, as they always do - things changed. You went your separate ways for college, promising to stay in touch. Communication became harder and harder, until suddenly, it was impossible. Sure, you sent each other the odd message, called if you had the time. But things were different. You weren't joined at the hip any longer, and his absence was an unwelcome adjustment.

You never expected to be face to face with him at your high school reunion, that's for sure.

He finally lets you go, and takes a step back to look at you properly.

"Goddamn. You look good," he whistles lowly, eyeing you up and down.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Mr Businessman."

You jump into his arms, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne. Despite the fragrance, he still smells like your Stewy.

"I've missed you," he whispers into your hair.

"I've missed you. So much," you whisper back.

You finally break away, and sit on the edge of a desk. He joins you, pressing your legs together like you did when you were kids sitting on a park bench.

"Didn't think you'd have time for something like this, Hosseini. Thought you'd be in Paris, or Dubai, or London," you tease, nudging his shoulder.

"I've always got time for you," he says earnestly. His tone makes your heart flutter.

"Did you see Derek James? He looks exactly the same," you laugh.

"He does? I never liked that guy. Didn't trust him."

"Of course you didn't. I thought he was cute - he used to flirt with me in math. I always wondered why he never asked me out."

"Because I told him not to."

Your head turns so fast it almost flies off your shoulders. You grab his leg in disbelief, willing him to explain.

"Wait, what? Why would you do that?"

"Because I loved you. You were my girl."

You pause, processing his words.

"You loved me? Like... loved me?"

"Are you kidding? You were my first love."

"I always... I thought that - I just never knew if you felt the same way."

Now it's his turn to process, turning the words over in his head.

"You loved me back? And you never said anything?"

"Stewy, we were teenagers! Teenagers don't just confess their love for each other!"

"We could have!"

"Seriously?"

He looks at you for a moment, and then laughs.

"Okay, maybe you're right. Teenagers aren't good at feelings."

"No, they're not. God knows we weren't. I think everyone could see how we felt except for us," you smile.

"You think we're any better at feelings now?"

"As adults?"

He nods.

"Yeah. I think we should be, anyway," you chuckle.

He turns his body so he's facing you fully, and moves a hand to rest on your jaw, cradling your face.

"Okay. Then, here's me being a mature adult that's good at communication," he pauses, and takes a steadying breath. "I only came here tonight because I saw on the email that you were coming. And not a day has gone by since we graduated high school that I haven't thought about you."

You go to interrupt, but he continues persistently.

"Something is missing from my life. I've felt like this for a while, and I could never put my finger on what it is. And then I saw your name, and I just knew. It's you. It's always been you. So I came here to tell you I love you and I've loved you ever since that day in science class that you broke the thermometer and cut my hand. It's you. You're what I've been missing."

You're stunned into silence. You weren't expecting to see Stewy tonight, and you especially weren't expecting him to confess his decades long love for you.

"You love me?"

"Are you kidding? You're the only person I've ever loved."

"How embarrassing that it took us this long to figure it out," you laugh. "I've loved you since I was 14 years old, Stewy Hosseini. You're it for me."

He surges forward, capturing your lips in a time stopping kiss. It's gentle and loving and so sweet that it makes your heart ache.

You break away from him, both of you grinning. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the periodic table on the wall. You quickly look around, and realise where you are.

The place where it all began.

[juniperwoodwell]

How ADCU characters would react to a s/o, who admits she's Insecure about her body.

Parings: Adam Sackler x F! Reader, Flip Zimmerman x F! Reader, Phillip Altman x F! Reader, Kylo Ren x F! Reader.

Warning(s): Cursing, 18+ content, Groping, Innuendos.

Word count: 2k

A/n: Sadly I've been feeling a bit down about myself and decided to write about the boy's, honestly I hope reading this helps you as much as it did for me. Enjoy ❤️

Oh, also. The photos were edited by me, I found them all on Pinterest.

Adam Sackler

He wasn't too surprised by the confession when you told him one night; he could tell by how shy you were when you started dating and began trying things out in the bedroom.

He didn't know how to bring it up or console you properly; usually, he'd immediately change the subject when you felt insecure about something. To you, it came off as him being uncaring about your insecurities, but one night you decided to bring it up.

"Hey, Adam.." You said quietly; your back was to him as you lay in his bed.

The question ran through your mind, keeping you awake. His arm wrapped around your front and pulled you against him,

"Yeah, Kid?" his voice was groggy from sleep.

"Why do you always change the subject when you notice me becoming insecure about something?"

 "You seriously want to talk about this now?" He groaned and nuzzled his face into your neck, but you sighed and slipped out of his grasp, sitting on the bed and crossing your legs.

"Yes. It's bugging me, and If I don't know the answer, I won't sleep."

 Another groan escaped his lips, missing your warmth as he sat up, leaning against the wall.

The warm lights from the window illuminated his skin with a golden glow; you sighed and picked at your nails.

 Adam grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you into his lap, tucking his head into your shoulder. His hands slid from your naked thighs to your hips, slipping under your (His) sleep shirt. Your breath hitched when his hands touched your stomach, and you immediately grabbed his wrists.

"Adam...Please don't."

"Why not? Why are you so ashamed of this?" He squeezed your sides for emphasis.

"I-I...I don't know. Maybe it's because, in high school, I desperately tried to be the hot skinny girl?" You joked,

"Really?" Adam asked, obviously not catching on.

"No, Not really. I...I guess it's just because I'm putting so much effort into losing weight, then not seeing any progress. It's always been this way. I either can't gain any weight or lose it. I used to get upset when I got stretch marks on my thighs or when my sides got pudgy."

Adam removed his hands from under your shirt, taking both of yours so he could interlace your fingers. He kissed your shoulder. "That's stupid."

 "Adam...Don't put down my insecurities."

"Why not? They deserve it. They're useless and only make you doubt yourself. I say screw it. Stop caring about how much you hate or dislike your thighs or belly. You're beautiful not by just how you look but by your personality. Though your appearance definitely adds to it."

"How can you say that?" You asked, closing your eyes as he continued to kiss the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders.

"Because I fucking love your body. I love how thick your thighs are, especially when they're trying to crush my head like a watermelon. I love how squishy your belly and sides are. It gives me something to hold onto when I'm railing you into the mattress. Oh, and don't get me started on your ass because I know you're insecure about that too. It's my favorite pillow. Knocks me right out."

His words were accompanied by a squeeze or poke to each part he mentioned. Making sure you knew just how much he loved the things you were insecure about. He realized the subject-changing method wasn't working, so he decided on a more... Physical  approach.

Flip Zimmerman

Flip's reaction was similar to Adams, but he couldn't wrap his head around how such a beautiful, intelligent, and talented woman could be insecure about herself. He wasn't sure how to console you, but he was determined to learn how.

He started by asking questions about your insecurities, always confused by the why and how. It irritated him to know that someone made you feel  this way about yourself. No...Not irritated. It pissed him off beyond belief, but he would never let you know that.

One night, he takes the situation into his own hands, quite literally. You two were preparing to go to the park's fall cookout park.

You stood in front of the mirror trying to fix your dress, you hated wearing them, but you thought you'd try the pretty housewife look. Biting your lip, you flopped your hands to your side, giving up.

"Hey, Stop that." Flip's low voice startled you out of your self-criticizing thoughts.

 "S-stop what, Hun?" You asked, Turning to look at him as he finished buttoning up that lovely red flannel you asked him to wear.

"That whole nitpicking thing you do when you try on new clothing. You look gorgeous in that dress. -actually, you look gorgeous in anything you wear...or don't wear" He smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he walked over to you, taking your hand and turning you to face the mirror again.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and put his chin on top of your head, that smirk growing into a smile as he watched the blush blossom on your cheek.

"You tease" Your voice was small; He always managed to distract you from your negative thoughts

"My pretty little Wife." He moved his head to kiss your cheek. "If you don't like the dress, I can always rip it off your pretty little body and show you just how beautiful you are with and without it."

"Oh shush, we don't have time, Flip."

"Like they're gonna care if we're late,"

 You scoffed. "Late? Honey, With you...We'd miss the whole event"

 You rolled your eyes, seeing Flip smirk in the mirror.

"That wouldn't be so bad?" His hands slid down the sides of your dress, he pulled the skirt up, but your hands grasped his wrist before he could get too far.

"Yes. Yes, it would, Zimmerman." You smiled, meeting his eyes in the reflection.

"If we stayed home, I could show you all the ways to love your body." Your head turned to meet his gaze, that mischevous glint now replaced by a low gaze and lust-blow pupils. You patted his chest,

"As much as I'd love that...And really, I would. I promised the guys at the station I'd bring those cookies you all like."

Flip groaned and kissed your head. "You or those delicious cookies...Toughest decision of my life." Together you laughed, and you pulled away.

 Swaying your hips as you left the bedroom, knowing he'd be watching and following after.

"It better be me, Honey."

 A new wave of confidence found its way into your heart and mind.

"Always, sweetheart."

If Flip could love your body so damn much, So could you.

Phillip Altman

Philips's reaction was very childish, as were most of his reactions to things you tell him. He mostly laughed in disbelief. But he settled down when you put your hands on your hips and bit your lip.

"Holy shit, You're serious." His eyes were wide.

 As I said. Disbelief.

 "Yeah, Pal. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I-I don't know? You always seem so confident in the stuff you wear; you're like the queen of confidence. It radiates off you like the fucking sun. It shows in the way you walk and the way you talk."

You shook your head. "It's not really confidence, Phillip. I just like the clothing I wear."

"Liar, You know you're hot. You have no reason to be insecure. People should be insecure because of you and all your..." he moved his hands around the air, "Hotness."

 "Hotness?"

 "Yeah. You're fucking hot." You rolled your eyes;

 Phillip sighed as he stepped close to you. His hands ghosted up your arms, not touching but close enough to feel the heat. His hands cupped your face and squished your cheeks as he kissed you; he pulled away and gently shook your face

"And you better fucking believe it. Okay? Because If you don't, I'm gonna keep doing this until you do."

He smiled and kissed you again and again, Only stopping when your fingers wrapped around his wrists. "You believe me yet? Little punk?"

You smirked and shook your head, "Nah...I don't think this method is working."

"Oh? Then what will? Huh?  How about this?"

Philip let go of your face and fell to his knees. He stared up into your eyes like a love-sick puppy.

"Oh fuck...Phillip...Get. Up." You laughed;

 He shook his head as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, squeezing and kneading them through your jeans.

"Phillip," You groaned; you loved his hands, how big and warm they always felt. He knew it, too.

"Hmm?"

"Stop it." You grabbed a fistful of his hair before he could shove his head between your thighs; he groaned loudly at the feeling.

 "SHit- Do that again." You smirked at his request, tugging his hair again.

"You mean this?" He shut his eyes, groaning again.

 "Yess...Your hands are so fucking addictive." He opened his eyes, meeting your own. "You're so pretty from this angle, baby. If I could, I'd be on my knees for you forever."

Kylo Ren

Kylo was angry when you told him, not at you but at your reasoning behind it. He was furious that a man you put your trust and love in constantly put down your body or called you things that made you feel less than you were.

He was determined to show you just how wrong that bastard was.

He had you pinned against the wall of his bedroom, his lips on your neck, and your arms were held above you by the force while his hands roamed your body,

"If I ever hear you putting yourself down again, I will fuck you senseless until you only believe the words I say." You moaned softly at his words; his hands took the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; then he unclipped your pretty black bra, sliding the straps off, and watched as it fell to the floor before he lifted his eyes back to yours.

"Do you understand?" You nodded; Kylo gripped your chin firmly, asking the question again.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

Pleased with your response, he let go of your face and took one of your breasts in his grasp; he smirked at you before he leaned down, taking it into his warm mouth, licking and sucking sweetly, eliciting loud, shaky moans from you. He let it fall from his lips with a soft pop. He lifted his head and kissed you deeply, dominating you with his tongue. His hands groped your chest, and he rolled your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, drinking your moans and whimpers.

 He pulled away from the kiss, releasing your wrists from the force; they draped tiredly over his shoulders. His hands left your breasts, sliding down over your stomach, finding their places on your hips.

"I wish you could love yourself as much as I do." He kissed you, squeezing your hips as he lifted you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you to the bed, kissing your neck as he laid you down; his kisses trailed down from there.

When he reached your belly, he smiled up at you, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants.

"Guess I will just have to teach you how."

[mingismole]

ATEEZ PARAGRAPHS AS RANDOM SONGS FROM MY MAIN PLAYLIST

Hey! So I decided to play a random song from my playlist and do a little imagine with that song for each member. I might do more of these in the future or you can request one of these with an specific artist 🥰

Genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: none that I’m aware of, but you can dm me if I missed one and I’ll put it here :)

Pairing: ateez x Fem!reader

Disclaimer: none of the pictures belong to me, credits to their owners ❤️‍🩹

KHJ - Paper Rings 🫧 Taylor Swift

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

“Happy first anniversary, love” Hongjoong smiled while handing you a gift perfectly wrapped with a light brown paper and a beautiful yellow bow. The sound of the paper ripping and the big smile on your face only making Hongjoong happier “A book…” you whispered while turning around the book “Peter pan…?” Hongjoong smiled taking the book between his hands “I noticed you already finished all the books I have and this one is one of my all time favorites… so now you have your own copy which you can leave beside my bed… our bed” a light laugh escaped from your lips meeting Hongjoong’s ice in the process “you really notice all the small details. I love it… thank you” your boyfriend smiled even more when he felt your lips against his own “now… my gift!”

PSH - You Problem 🫧 Monsta X

I told you I'm your man

I'm only here for your love, I don't need no plan about us

It's simple, get lost in a romance

“I think it’s better if we break up… I- I don’t think this is really working” the silence filled the room while your boyfriend looked at you, almost as if he was expecting for you to tell him it was all a bad joke. But there was nothing, not a smile or a mischievous look, nothing. “No.” You looked up at him with a confused look “we’re not breaking up. I know this is all about the upcoming tour and I don’t want to break up with you, I know you don’t want that either. We’ll be alright, time will fly. I’ll call you everyday, we’ll FaceTime and in no time I’ll be back to you. Stop trying to control everything, just let yourself go, okay?” Seonghwa cupped your face between your face giving you a soft smile “I love you. I’m yours. That won’t change.”

JYH - Flaco 🫧 Mon Laferte

Llueve y llueve y te extraño más / it rains and it rains, and I miss you more

Me duele tanto, tanto amarte / it hurts me so much to love you so

En la soledad / on my own

The soft sound of the rain hitting your window filled your room along with the sound of your tiny sobs. It’s been a week since your best friend, Yunho, rejected your love confession. It hurt like a million trains colliding against your body, it hurt so badly but you couldn’t blame him. You can’t force anyone to love you but you couldn’t help the burning feeling inside your chest, it felt like your heart was burning but not in the romantic way, more in a way were you felt like at some point the only thing left would be the ashes of your heart. Maybe it was dramatic, maybe you were a little too much even after Yunho told you to take your time to heal, to comeback to him as a friend when you were ready. What if that time never came? What if this loneliness never leave you?

KYS - Habit 🫧 Seventeen

I would like it if you had a hard time and thought of me for a bit

I also want to act like I'm okay, but

As I feel my lips that used to always call you go completely dry…

“What I want you to understand it’s that maybe it wasn’t love… maybe it was a habit… you guys were together since high school. She wants to grow and meet new people and that’s okay Yeosang, that’s completely okay. You should try to do the same” San’s hand caressed softly his friends back trying to calm him down “I don’t need that. I want to be with her… I don’t understand… why am I the only one crying? Why is she all happy and with new friends? It’s like I didn’t matter to her, like we didn’t make plans together. I don’t want to understand that, San” San nodded quietly “well… what do you want to do then? We can go out to drink, or order some food, we can just sleep or go for a walk…. Anything Yeo, just ask.” a small laugh left Yeosang’s dry lips “I want to see her like me. I want to know this hurts her as much as it hurts me… I want that”

CSN - Girl Almighty 🫧 One Direction

She floats through the room on a big balloon

Some say, "She's such a fake”

That her love is made up

Your laugh filled the room in an instant making San sit straight, fix his clothes and start looking for you all over the room. You were wearing a beautiful yellow dress with a soft cardigan over it and a headband adorning your soft hair, it probably looked childish to other people but to him it was like witnessing the sun coming alive and walking towards him “good morning Sannie. I made cookies last night, here is yours” San took the little desserts from your hands observing the little smile adorning it “thank you, I’ll save it for latter” you smiled and nodded before running towards Hongjoong handing him another cookie, and oh, how San wished that attention was only for him.

SMG - Collar Full 🫧 Panic! At The Disco

Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know

If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go

“I changed my mind. I don’t want to do this” you looked at your boyfriend who was firmly holding your hands while looking down “come ooooon, it’ll be fun” you made him look at you. He smiled at your puppy eyes feeling a little less nervous “it’s too high y/n… what if we don’t land the way we’re supposed to?!” You laughed at him whining a little “it’ll be okay and if we die… then I’m more than happy to do it with you” Mingi laughed loudly, visibly relaxing before blowing some air “okay… okay. Let’s do it. Let’s jump before I start crying” he took your hand firmly before nodding to the guy next to him who quickly started to remind you both the instructions before jumping out of the plane.

JWY - Runaway Baby 🫧 Bruno Mars

You better get, get, get away, get away, darling

Cause everything you heard is true

Your poor little heart will end up alone

Wooyoung eyes followed you around the room while you collected your clothes from the floor “I was thinking, maybe we could order some pizza? Watch something before you leave?” You quickly put your skirt back on while looking at the naked man still laying on his bed “no, thank you. I have plans” wooyoung nodded quietly while you finished fixing your clothes “should I text you?” He truly was confused, this have never happened to him, he was never on the other end. The end were he was left naked on his room and probably ghosted “Wooyoung, this was nice but… I don’t usually repeat. I mean, you were good and I probably wouldn’t say no to you again but… I just don’t do dating or talking stages. I just like to have fun” you came closer to him leaving a small kiss on his lips, laughing a little when you noticed how he followed your lips when you broke the kiss “listen, if you want to have sex some other time I’m down. If you want to date… I’m not your girl… but hey! Don’t be a stranger if I see you around” you gave the poor boy one last smile before leaving his room.

CJH - Phase Me 🫧 Woosung

Do you miss it? I was all in and committed

Thought you would change, but you didn't

And it doesn't hurt like before

“Oh… hi y/n” you smiled softly at Jongho “hey… I’m here to see Seonghwa” he looked at you, taking in every detail of you. It was the first time he saw you since you two broke up… or he broke up with you “Jongho…?” He snapped out of his head immediately moving aside to let you in “Seonghwa?” You nodded while taking off your coat and shoes “yeah! He is helping me to get ready for… uh, a date” Jongho felt a heady weight on his shoulders out of nowhere “a date?” You nodded while putting on some of the guest sandals they had by the door “yes, he set me up with one of his friends… Yunho! He is pretty handsome” your voice sounded so excited and to be honest it didn’t hurt him but it did make him feel annoyed. You were moving on, his roommate and friend was helping you… he was the one who let you go but it made him a little angry to know he was replaceable, that you were actively looking for someone to share your life with after telling you how he wasn’t ready to fully commit to you. He was still looking for meaningless hook ups while you were looking to start a life.

[knoxvillesjackass]

Hiii I just read retaliation and it’s amazing and I was wondering if you could write something for steveo on how at first he’s really mean to you and bullies you but then he realised he likes you and he doesn’t wanna be mean anymore but you think it’s weird so then he confesses his love

𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒-𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟

words; 792

"Oh, Y/N," Steve's voice trailed off in the near distance.

I could hear him approaching in his car, and my pace quickened at the sound of his wheels getting closer. Steve was my neighbour, and only one word came to my mind when I thought of him; dick.

Growing up next door, I’d seen him through everything — playing in the yard as a kid, pulling off the craziest, most dangerous stunts one could imagine; those awkward pre-teen years, when he was skinny as a bean.

I’d never really understood the man, more specifically; I don’t think he’d ever understood me.

Steve loved to pick on you, and had made it a daily habit to do so ever since he moved in next to me at the age of eight.

"Y/N?" Steve called again. I hadn't seen him for half a year. I'd moved on to college, but Steve still lived with his parents, and he was still, unfortunately, my neighbour.

"I'm talking to you."

I finally stopped, knowing that ignoring him would probably make things worse, and after all, he didn't have his usual squad with him. No one to hold me down and frighten me with snakes or bugs.

"Long time, no see," Steve said and stepped out of his car, which he had parked on the side of the road.

I nodded nervously. How I hated his smug grin, and even more the fact, that I used to think, that he was dreamy.

As a kid, I had a crush on Steve. Even though he was mean and unkind to me and others, he paid me attention, which was more than any boy had ever done.

"What do you want, Steve?" I gathered my thoughts and asked him. The last time I talked back to Steve, he poured tomato soup all over me. That was in high school. I had hoped he would be more mature but by the looks of it, I was probably wrong.

"I've been missing someone to joke around with while you've been gone," he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "We didn't joke around, Steve. You bullied me," I corrected him and a tint of sadness fell over Steve.

He nodded and hummed quietly.

Was I going crazy or was Steve actually showing human emotions?

"That was kind of what I wanted to talk to you about," Steve said but I shook my head. "Save it," I snapped, giving him a piece of my mind.

If he thought that apologizing after ruining my life for years would cure everything, he was dead wrong.

I turned around and began walking, but Steve grabbed my wrist and turned me around. I snatched my hand from his grip and looked at him with disgust. "Don't touch me," I scuffed and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Look, I know I was an asshole-"

"Steve, you weren't an asshole! That word is not bad- or big enough to describe who you were, or who you still are," I hissed and backed away from him.

"I know! God, if you knew how bad I've felt since you left! I've wanted nothing more than to apologise over and over to you," Steve confessed, and I jerked my head back in surprise. "Look, I've apologised to your parents, even though they still hate me."

Steve had vandalized our lot too many times to count. My parents hated his general reputation and how he treated me.

"Good job, is that what you want me to say?" I asked and chuckled slightly.

"No, I just-argh."

Steve threw his head back and sighed. "I liked you. I mean, I like you now, still. A lot," Steve admitted and I took a step back to collect my wandering thoughts.

"Wha-"

"I'm embarrassed because only little boys tease girls when they like them, but I-I just never grew out of it. I know I ruined a lot of things for you, and I don't want anything from you. I just want you to know, that I'm sorry," Steve said and stared at me, both of us entirely quiet.

He never told me. He never even showed an ounce of humanity when we were growing up.

"Y/N?" Steve asked and I blinked a couple of times, snapping back to reality.

"I-I don't really know what to say," I said and rubbed my forehead.

Steve nodded understandably.

"But maybe, we could talk about this over lunch tomorrow?" I pitched and watched as Steve's face lit up.

"I would really like that," Steve said with that old familiar hoarse voice.

I nodded and smiled, still a little awkward. We stood there in silence before Steve eventually got back in his car and drove away, leaving me with a collection of confusing thoughts.

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Note: @pandasmagorica noted that bolding is not differentiated by screen readers, and I tested this and it seems to be true, so I am going to adjust the sentence structures as they suggested instead. I'm also going to follow what I've seen others do and use small font for the ones that are not true to make it a bit easier for some people to skim visually (screen readers just read the Tumblr formatted words as though they had no formatting). Adding in notes after each section because if you haven't noticed I am verbose lol

APPEARANCE

I do not have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have not gotten plastic surgery // I have not had braces // I sunburn easily // I have a few freckles // I rarely paint my nails // I typically don't wear makeup // I often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I do not wear baseball hats backwards

My hair is naturally brown-blonde, and bleaches in the sun. My preference is tight on top and loose on the bottom! I used to have all the hair colours (blue, red, purple, pink, etc.). Nail polish bothers me so it never lasts 24 hours on my hands. I wear makeup when I go dancing (which in the beforetimes was ~once a month, to the goth alternative/synthpop/postpunk club night I've been going to for a decade! This is also where I give credit for being comfortable with my looks. Nowhere teaches fat appreciation like a goth club). I'm that person who people just start talking to because I have resting pleasant face.

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I don't play a sport // I cannot play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have not won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I do not enjoy writing // I cannot do origami // I do not prefer movies to tv shows // I cannot execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have not read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I cannot do a handstand

I have zero hand eye coordination but enjoyed playing tackle football back in the day. Also used to play viola in high school band but didn't count that. Took Japanese and French in university, though I've lost a lot of both, and am slowly learning Thai. I have tried to learn origami so many times but I just can't make straight lines [insert joke about being too queer for origami here]. Give me a series I can binge over a film any day, though I do like both. I said I could survive in the wild but that's because I have previously had hyperfixations on surviving in various climates...but I'm also allergic to a lot of pollens/trees/grasses/animals so I'm probably deluding myself. I still read fanfiction but not published books. I mostly travel within Canada these days.

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RELATIONSHIP

I am not in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I don't have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together// I have dated my best friend // I am not adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have had a long distance relationship // I am not an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

I am pretty sure I'm some kind of demiromantic? Being in a relationship is so uninteresting to me lol and even when I've been in love I did not want to be around them all the time, or talk to them every day when it was long distance (which was a source of conflict). I haven't been in a relationship in over a decade and I don't miss it. Dated my former best friend and it crashed and burned. I'm still close friends with 3 folks I've known since elementary school--that's > 25 years!--so I'm counting them! I have (mostly) learned to ask before giving advice. I've made friends online and met them IRL; even had my first relationship online (so long ago that we exchanged photos via snail mail because digital photos were not yet a thing).

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AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I do not meditate outside // the sound of chirping does not calm me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I do not pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

I don't know where y'all live but the birds here are not calming lolol they are obnoxious AF (a single chirper, sure maybe). I usually listen to an audiobook I've already read to fall asleep, it's the perfect amount of stimulation that I can tune out/not get caught up in. I am lucky enough to live in a place with sometimes weekly thunderstorms in the summer, with lightning that lasts for hours, it's awesome. I like colours but my visual processing is crap, I don't notice visual things until they're pointed out and have no visual memory. Autumn is the best season! Dry, warm but not hot, beautiful, best food, excuses to dress in layers.

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MISCELLANEOUS

I cannot fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I don't live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I cannot drive a stick shift // I don't believe in true love // I don't make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I do not wish I lived in a video game // I do not have a canopy above my bed // I am not multiracial // I am not a redhead // I do not own at least 3 dogs

I can sleep on trains but cars/buses/planes are impossible. And I've been on 16hr plane/22hr bus rides. I definitely have the mom bag in the friend group (full of stuff people might need). I do a lot of extracurriculars: At work I am on the DE&I committee, and the workplace health & safety committee. In fandom I have at various times been part of a scanlation team, a beta reader, a forum moderator, and treasurer for a convention (the first Yuri convention in North America, actually!). And I've also volunteered for municipal election campaigns as a researcher. I am very introverted but also care a lot about my communities and want to contribute to whatever spaces I'm in; that being said I've burned out a few times and have tried to get better at not taking too much on. Re race, I am half-Jewish but as my dad's family is Ashkenazi (from Ukraine on both sides) and my mom's family is white, only other Jews ever clock me as anything other than white so I don't consider myself mixed race.

Tagging folks (sorry if you've already done this, and no pressure!): @incandescentflower @ellaspore @marbles290 @tinycowboybro @benkaaoi @williamrikers @formayhem @sorry-bonebag @troubled-mind @manogirl

[2xcursekissed]

it's an otherwise quiet moment when satoru decides to make conversation with yuuta. he's only just recently returned from the prison realm and his fight is coming soon, so naturally he's been preparing for it, and who better to train with than his students? more than just training himself, though, he's teaching them. they've missed out on quite a lot of school since that showdown in shibuya, after all. despite what others may think of him, he's confident, not arrogant, so when he approaches yuuta he speaks from the heart. it's something he reserves for yuuta only, and he hates to have to do this, but it's necessary. yuuta is the only one he can speak to like this. yuuta is perhaps the only one that gets it. he's grown quite fond of him, watching him grow from a scared boy wishing death upon himself to a powerful, menacing, and confident sorcerer—second only to himself.

he believes that it's possible for yuuta to surpass him one day. as a teacher, he hopes for it. aside from just a powerful ally, satoru knows yuuta as a precious student and dependable friend. he's seen the love the boy has for others, the desire to protect in him, just bursting at the seams and he's always known that yuuta gets it.

"yuuta, i probably won't say this to anyone else, and i know you don't want to hear this and it's unfair of me to say this, but... i might not win. it might be really ugly, and i know it'll suck to see your awesome sensei look, well, not cool, but you've gotta keep your chin held high," he claps a hand on the younger's shoulder, giving it a firm and encouraging squeeze.

"i mean, it's unlikely, but i just want you to be ready. i've believed in you from the moment i met you. you've got a good head on your shoulders, kid, and there isn't anyone else here i'd want to have holding down the fort for me. got it?"

Yuuta's bangs stick to the side of his face as the sun's rays beat down on him, one hand holding his sweat-drenched shirt away from his chest, the other supporting his upright position as he sits on the grass across from the track. His eyes are trained on his peers, sparring with one another reminiscent of the time he completed during his first year.

So much has changed since the first time he arrived, and he has definitely grown—and not just in height. Trust, he has had to replace his uniform on multiple occasions —the woes of being a growing teenage boy. The thought of battle once terrified him—encounters with curses and pain both unwelcome for the doe-eyed first-year Yuuta, now a daily occurrence and expectation for the second-year student—almost addictive.

He sits up out of instinct upon seeing his teacher appear from the corner of his eye, nodding his head in a subtle greeting. As of late, the students don't see much of Gojo-sensei. He's been off focusing on his own training leaving Yuuta and Hakari-senpai in charge of the others.

"Finally done slacking?" he jokes, his mouth forming a small grin as he greets his teacher in an attempt to lighten the tense mood. He's been trying his best since he returned to Japan. He knows why his teacher has been away. He knows Gojo-sensei is not lazing about. It has lingered at the back of Yuuta's mind nonstop—not just because his teacher's life was on the line, but because he was next to inherit Gojo-sensei's enemies should he lose.

There's an insignificant exchange of words between the two as Yuuta picks at the grass, once more relaxed as his gaze returns back to the match between one of the first-years and Maki. He smiles watching the two in their element. Maki has always held herself with grace in battle.

Yuuta's ears perk up at the start of Gojo-sensei's sudden confession, his mouth down turning almost immediately. He doesn't like that tone. There is a pause as Yuuta collects his thoughts, the words not entirely surprising yet still stinging. Hearing Satoru Gojo talk about death is foreign. The second-year shuts his eyes for a few seconds as he inhales slowly in an attempt to calm his nerves. He can feel his anxiety start to spike.

He finally has the strength to rip his eyes away from the scene in front of him once his teacher is done speaking. Be ready? That's the last thing Yuuta wants to hear.

"Has being holed up in the prison realm made you weak?" he says in a faux display of jest, yet the grimace on his face gives away his discomfort. "You're already acting uncool, sensei."

Still, Yuuta shakes his head in understanding. He knows exactly what his mentor is getting at, and no matter how much he doesn't want to acknowledge it, he has to.

"I can hold it down while you fight, but when you're done, you can have your fort back," he compromises.

[faulty-writes]

Hmm may i request what is it like to break up with mirko then meeting up accidentally again ? Highschool and pro hero version

(Its juicy)

[ Alright then. I'll try my best with this, I got your other two asks so I hope I can piece this together. ]

HIGH SCHOOL VERSION

The break-up was anything but mutual, but you could only blame yourself. Everyone told you that it was dangerous to get involved with Rumi, and this was proven when she had gotten expelled for participating in several underground fighting clubs.

"What!? Are you serious? Aren't partners supposed to be there for each other, pretty face!?" she snapped when you confessed you wanted to break up with her. But you had already made up your mind and believed that there was no future with Rumi.

Maybe you didn't really love her, or maybe you were setting her free. Part of you doubted she would reach her dream of becoming a pro hero, and you foolishly thought the day you broke up with her was the last time you'd see her. But unfortunately, this wasn't the case.

It was like a cruel joke or a slap to the face when you opened the door to your dorm room and saw none other than Rumi. She was standing there, her ears pointed up in attention and her tail twitching. She looked slightly bigger, muscular even.

Her back was facing you, but when she turned to look at you from over her shoulder you swore your heart skipped a beat. You could see the surprise and sadness flash in her eyes when she finally settled her attention on you, but this was quickly replaced with a taunting smirk.

"Well, well, well, looks like we meet again!" she said as she walked over to you, throwing her arm around your neck. You grunted as she pulled you against her and the side of your face became squished against her breast. Her grip was so tight that it felt like she was choking you.

"Come to break my heart again, eh? Hah, fat chance!" she snapped as you tried hitting her arm, indicating you wanted her to loosen her grip. But, she didn't listen. "I've grown stronger since then!" she declared with a large smirk.

"Learned to look out for only me, myself, and I!" she declared before finally releasing her grip. Your hand immediately went to your neck as you gasped for air. 'What is she doing here?! What is going on!?' you frantically thought before the realization hit.

'Wait...she's my roommate!?'

PRO HERO VERSION

It had been years since you graduated. You managed to start your own agency within a year and followed the Idaten Agency's model by hiring various sidekicks, all of who you were in charge of.

This eventually led to you receiving attention from the Hero Commission and since then, in addition to being in charge of those who were employed under your agency. You were in charge of a special group of pro heroes under the Hero Commission.

It wasn't a bad job, but on the more stressful days, you couldn't help but think back to High School. There was only one person you found yourself missing, Rumi Usagiyama. You had quite a thing with her until you decided to break it off.

What led up to the break-up was debatable, but you remember that she refused to open an agency with you and repeatedly made it a point to remind you that she hated teamwork. Eventually, you felt your relationship became one-sided and ended things.

"Hm...wonder what she's doing now..." you muttered late one evening as you stared out of the window. But soon enough your mind drifted to your newest assignment. You were going to be paired up with another pro hero, however, your higher-ups refused to tell you who.

You were only instructed to meet them at the designated hotel. "This is a drag," you muttered, reaching the correct room. You held up the key card and heard a beep as it unlocked, you wasted no time in stepping inside.

"Jeez, why the hell did the-" you stopped dead when your eyes settled on a familiar face. She was leaning over the bed, the only bed, and you immediately noticed that her ears were twitching. "Hm?" she turned her head, causing your heart to accelerate.

She looked more beautiful than she did in High School and you hated yourself for the way you were staring. "R-Rumi?" you stuttered out, causing her to raise an eyebrow. Then she walked over, scanning you from head to toe.

"Well, you sure got a pretty face!" she commented before crossing her arms and you couldn't help but take in the way her muscles expanded and moved. "Y/n, pff. Didn't think they'd team me up with you! Ah, there's nothing I hate more than teamwork!" she exclaimed with a grin.

You continued to stare at her wide-eyed, "W-wait," you said, shaking your head. "Y-you're a pro hero!?" how was that possible? You were almost certain she'd get expelled before graduation. "What else would I be, pretty face?" she responded before walking back to the bed.

You remained flustered, keeping your gaze locked on her. Then your attention once again shifted to the only bed in the room. "Uh..." this was so awkward, you weren't sure how to act. It had been years since you last saw her and now you were paired up with her?

'I'm going to have to talk to the bosses about this,' you thought before taking a step towards Rumi. "What are we going to do about the...one bed?" you asked, surely this room wasn't purposely picked because it only had one bed...right?

What were you supposed to do? Sleep cuddled up together? "Already called the bed pretty face, it's all mine!" Rumi declared before jumping onto it with her hair pooled behind her and her arms and legs spread out.

"What do you mean you called it?!" you replied with a hiss. "Where in the hell am I supposed to sleep then?" you questioned, patting your chest with the palm of your hand. You tried your best to ignore the fact your heart was still racing before Rumi pointed down.

"Sleep on the floor," she replied in a snarky manner that felt like knives piercing through your heart. Your jaw dropped while you looked at her in disbelief. "You're joking..." you said after a minute or two, but maybe it was better you slept separately anyway.

[takerfoxx]

The Sandman, Season 1, Episode 3, "Dream a Little Dream of Me," First Impressions!

"Fuck it, let's go to Hell!"

Yeah, I know that line had nothing to do with the plot of this episode, but c'mon, what a stinger.

And hey, can we just take a moment to give it up for Patton Oswalt for getting to live the fanboy dream, no pun intended? A few years ago my sister and I attended a Neil Gaiman talk and autograph signing, and Oswalt was the host, and he started the night by basically confessing that he grew up as the biggest Gaiman fan ever, so much so that they basically hired Gaiman's stalker to host the show. And now he gets to play (well, voice) one of the most important characters in the long-awaited Sandman adaptation.

So anyway, this episode was surprisingly nostaglic, but for a different reason than what I was expecting. When I first graduated high school, I made a point to marathon all of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, mainly because I fell in love with Firefly and wanted to see Whedon's other works (no, I am not going to talk about recent controversies). And I loved them deeply. There was just something about the whole gothic urban fantasy mysteries with pithy dialogue and corny jokes I found appealing. Never did move onto Supernatural for whatever reason, but I thoroughly enjoyed my time in the Buffyverse.

This reminded me a lot of that, even if the source material, both Sandman and Hellblazer, predates Buffy by a good amount. Johanna's flashbacks to the Job Gone Wrong and the bit with the princess's possessed fiance were much in that same vein, and were a ton of fun. I can't help but wonder if that little girl in Johanna's nightmare is going to show up in Hell the next episode.

Even though I knew it was coming, I still popped hard when Mad Hettie basically stepped off the page. As much as I've enjoyed what's been changed, expanded upon, and updated, I still appreciate the parts where they went, "Nah, this is fine the way it is. Just adapt it word-for-word."

I would have liked to have the Mr. Sandman musical drops. It would've been funny. Wait, did they have it and I just missed it?

Speaking of which, while it would be neat to have the John Constantine, rights are what they are, and Johanna made for a very impressive replacement. She was exactly the kind of messy individual who's trying her best but has made a ton of mistakes, has hurt a lot of people, and is also just so done with everyone coming to her with their problems, and yet so can't look away. I wonder if they renamed her ancestor in the coming Men of Good Fortune episode. I guess we'll see.

Also, to everyone complaining about how changing the Constantine character female made the show even more gay, go and look into John Constantine's romantic history. There's a reason why making King Shark his ex in Harley Quinn actually isn't that farfetched.

I was bummed that the only rogue dream we got in Rachel's apartment was that reunion with the fake Rachel. It was very good, yes, but I was looking forward to the trippy house haunted by her dreams, with the rogue Nightmares pissing their pants when they realize that Dream is present and the inside-out guy on the walls. I did smirk when Johanna mentioned telling Rachel's father about her passing, because this version of the guy actually got lucky compared to his comic counterpart. Ouch.

And in regards to what I said earlier about Gaiman taking this show as a do-over, building up the tension between Dream and Matthew is actually kind of a nice touch, as the conflict with their relationship was mainly around Dream just being a little cold and standoffish with him because he's like that with everyone, but this has something for them to actually work out, along with a very good reason for Dream not wanting another raven along, given what happened to the last one.

The John Dee and Ethel Cripps stuff now fell more-or-less to how it went in the comics, albeit a bit more dramatic. And gory. I really like this depiction of him. He's both something sympathetic while also being rather horrifying. It just brings a human layer to the character that will serve to make the diner episode even more horrific. I also smirked at the sidelong references to Doctor Destiny that don't violate trademark but do wink at it.

Corinthian wasn't as active here as I was expecting, but he is still lurking in the background, nudging things around to fuck things up for Dream. I wonder if his end will be the same as the comics. I hear they spiced up the confrontation between him and Dream to make it more appropriate as a season finale, but it still would be really funny if after all of his attempts to basically assassinate Dream throughout the season, he still meets his end via Dream just crashing his Cereal Convention speech. Like, you try so hard to kill a motherfucker, doesn't work, and then you go to hang out with your friends to burn off steam, only for him to ruin your big moment with a, "I lived, bitch!"

Okay, time for the momentum to really pick up. Let's go to Hell!

[myvillainfam]

A story based on my life and the story told in Xdinary Heroes' Good Enough.

We became best friends at a time that we both felt so lonely and lost. I can't imagine my life without you. Who would have gotten me out of that dark black pit of blueness? Where would I be now? Would I still be the same person? Would I still be here?

We've grown apart now, but the time we spent talking into the late night and the deep talks, only the stars know. I miss the days we spent together.

Did it hurt you that I dated someone other than you? I'm not surprised if you didn't. but it did hurt me when you started to date someone else. and it was so unfair.

I didn't know what to do with myself at that point.

I tried to ignore you for a bit, but that hurt more than when I sat next to you, while you lovingly stared at her.

You are unfortunately very perceptive. I excused my pulling away as trying to give you privacy but really the privacy was for my own feelings. I really didn't want you to notice my feelings. So I stood by as your best friend. (Am I still your best friend at this point?)

I slipped up once. And I know you noticed. As we pulled out of our hug, you held on to me waiting for our platonic I love you. And I said, "Te amo" instead of "Te quiero". I really really really didn't mean to say it. I guess my heart knew before my brain did. 

I still remember your shocked face as I pulled my hand away from yours. I can still feel the blush on my face. I giggled because I didn't know what else to do. Despite dating someone, I wasn't used to this affection. I was so embarrassed. 

Weeks went by. It wasn't until one of our final conversations where you asked me if I ever liked you. My heart pounded as I scrambled for an answer. 

No...

And the conversation continued as normal.

I think about that conversation a lot.

What if I had said yes? What if I confessed the truth? But at that point, I didn't know if I liked you. I think I was still hiding from my feelings.

And the more I think about it as time passes, I should have said maybe. Because I knew there was a possibility but I was too scared.

Next thing I know we've graduated from high school. We don't see each other or talk as often as we used to because we start to get busy with university and our jobs. You start dating again. It felt weird. And once again I hid it.

You break up with her, and I'm sort of relieved. Time passes once again.

it's been 3 years at this point, and roughly 6 months since we last saw each other, you've been steady with another girl. You've been happy with her. How can I be jealous of her when she's such a beauty? She's so sweet. I guess that's what hurts the most: I know her and I'm on good terms with her.

The fake smiles return. I fully pull away. Once again with the excuse that we're busy with our lives. 

When we meet again, you're laughing at a joke I made when we're with friends. That's when I realized how much I love you. But you weren’t the person I knew when we were depressed teens. Now I see your smile that I would wish for so often, but I think my love for you is fading.

There are days where I cry because I miss you. I miss our talks. I miss when we were so close. Hell, I even miss the teasing we got for being so close. And sometimes I think maybe that these feelings are because I'm just lonely.

But when I talk to other friends, I don't feel the same way. 

Now, I'm here typing this out and I wrap my blanket around myself, pretending it's your warm hug. You won't ever know these emotions. You won't ever know that I have this letter for you. Or all the other letters I wrote for all our friends when we were lost, yours is the longest. You won't ever know the playlist I've made with songs you've showed me, songs I've showed you, songs that remind me of you. 

You'll never find this story of mine. 

And I hope you never do.

Because of what we decided years ago, staying by each other’s side as friends is good enough for both of us.

[seokminded]

Recreating the scene ♡˚₊‧⁺

Requested by: @aaniag

Seokmin ✗ Paper rings

꒰☆꒱ Genre: childhood BFFs to lovers AU, fluff, slight humor?

꒰☆꒱ Warnings: confessions, slight swearing, a lil' crying, untimely jokes, mini smau included, lots of dialougue, cringe if you're a hater. Missed any lmk.

꒰☆꒱ Wc: 1003

What is it called when you have the uncontrollable urge to constantly be with someone? When you wanna hug them and maaaaybe kiss them? Keep them happy at all costs?

These were some of Seokmins recent thought trains.

He knew he loved you, but could it still be the platonic kind?

Little did he know that he wasn't the only one struggling with such brain rot.

You too spent a good amount of time every day wondering if you were attracted to him. You thought of all the times he made your heart pace up a little:

That one day he ran straight to you after winning the school soccer match.

Or maybe it was when you both were little and he made you a paper ring, promising to marry you one day.

Or was it the day he ki-

You were interrupted by a text message ping from your phone.

Weekly catch-up? Ah right, it was today, you'd almost let it slip from your mind.

Before you knew it, he was in your living room.

Both of you stashed away your nervousness by rambling on about what happened in the week and what happened at work, who said what, and who dissed whom. When the topic came to an end, you decided to steer the conversation.

"Min-ah."

"Hmm?"

"Remember that one time we were in the playground and you proposed to me?"

"I DID WHAT?!"

"Why is your memory so bad?"

"I really did that?! Maybe I was drunk?"

"SEOKMIN WE WERE 5! It was such a wholesome moment why can't you remember?"

This was when Seokmin saw an opening and decided to take a chance.

"I'm sorry! But I have an idea, let's recreate it."

"What do you m-"

"Shh! I'm going into character."

You were confused. What the hell did he mean recreate it? He just said he doesn't remember right?

He had your attention as he cleared his throat, shifted to face you, and took both your hands in his.

"Y/n, there's something I've come to realize about you, about us. I-I think I like you more than a friend. Every time I'm not around you, I can't help but think about you. Every time I think about us, my mind feels a little fuzzy and I can't stop grinning like an idiot. I really don't think there's anyone else who knows me as much as you do. We've grown together, and been together through our highs and lows. So I'll just cut to the chase, I think I'm in love with you."

You forgot to take a breath. D-did he just... No, he's just 'recreating' the scene right?

"Min, um-"

"Hey! Don't interrupt please, I'm not done. Look, I know this all might sound strange but, I just didn't want to ruin the bond we have, honestly, I don't even know how long I've felt like this. Lately, it's just been on my mind and if you don't feel the same, all you need to do is tell me. I completely understand. I'm really sorry for saying it like this. I know it's not the best way to confess. But I really just had to tell you."

His eyes held the truth in his heart and he nervously took in a deep breath.

"Min, you're still recreating right? Or did you mean it?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you meant it." you whispered.

"I meant every word." he whispered back.

And that's when your heart forgot how to beat. All these thoughts of him not feeling the same dissipated as a wave of something new washed over. Succumbing to your instinct, you couldn't hold back the urge to ask,

"What if I don't feel the same Min?"

His face reflected the fear that washed over him. But being the goofy little gremlin that he was, the seriousness of your question didn't stop him from cracking the most untimely joke.

"Then I'll smack you hard on the head so you forget I ever confessed and we can go back to being friends."

Before he could say another word, you launched yourself at him and wrapped him in a hug. Arms around his neck and face burried in his shoulder you were on the verge of tears at the mere thought of ever losing a friend like him.

"Min-ah I like you too! I just didn't know how to tell you but I like you too! I was scared that you don't feel the same so I just kept it to myself."

To be honest, he was a tad bit shocked. But it was all he needed to hear. Reciprocating your hug, he held you close until a stifled sniffle from you alerted him. Breaking away to look at you,

"Hey, are you crying?"

"Minnie I was so scared that I'd lose you if I confessed and you didn't like me back. I'm just really happy right now."

Tears streaked your flush cheeks as he gently wiped them away. As an attempt to hush you, he stroked your hair softly.

"I'm never gonna leave you okay? I'll be right here. Please don't cry."

"Where's my ring?"

"Ring? What do you mean?"

"You were recreating the scene right? In the playground you made me a paper ring and put it on me."

You stretched out your hand to him and wiggled you ring finger.

"I'll accept a paper ring for now," you said in a cheeky tone with a smile decorating your face.

He couldn't help but giggle and flash you the most dazzling smile you've ever seen.

"You're so adorable I could die." Placing a hand behind your head he drew you in closer and placed the softest kiss on your forehead. You giggled and so did he.

In that moment you knew that you were his and he was yours. A love that began at a tender age and finally blossomed after years of growing up in each other company.

You'd really marry this man with paper rings.

TBH this isn't my best work but I wanted to put it out there before I start procrastinating.

Requests open. LMK if you'd like to see similar content!

© 2023 SEOKMINDED. Do not copy, translate or repost any of my works or i'll cry.

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[pan-fangirl-345]

Promise Me You Won't Fall In Love

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been friends since you were kids, and you made a promise not to fall in love with each other. But of course, everything's fine and great until someone (both of you) fucked up and caught feelings.

TW: swearing, mutual pining, unrequited love (it is requited later), minor harassment (not a lot), and there is some derogatory talk from an extra that doesn't even have a name (Kei puts him in his place, I promise).

A/N: So this wasn't requested, but I've been thinking about this one a lot recently and I wanted to do something with it, hence this.

Note: Anything in italics is a memory! Well, not all of it, but the longer sections. Most of the time the one or two word-er things are simply emphasized, that kind of thing.

"Tsukishima, your girlfriend's here to see you!" Sugawara told the middle blocker, and he turned to see you leaning against the wall near Yachi and Kiyoko, laughing at something they were saying to you.

"She's not my girlfriend," Kei muttered, walking over.

"Kei! I knew you'd be here," you said, digging through your bag. "One of the girls in my class wanted me to give this to you."

You handed him a bright pink envelope with black sparkly writing on the front, his name scrawled in almost perfect handwriting.

"Another love letter?" he asked, taking it.

"Probably, I've stopped asking. It makes them think that we're together," you told him, crossing your arms.

Kei sighed, opening the letter with little fanfare.

He scanned through it quickly, rolling his eyes.

One thing he had noticed was that the letters he had been getting were really sucky poetry and fancy words. They knew nothing about him worthwhile and he was pretty sure they just wanted to check off the 'I have a boyfriend' box on their high school checklists.

Kei made a noise of disgust and walked over to the nearest trash can, dumping the letter in.

"I'm assuming that's another no?" you asked, smirking at him, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, ignoring the smirk on your face.

You, Tadashi, and Kei had all been friends since middle school. Kei had known you longer, since you lived in the same neighborhood, but you had kind of adopted Tadashi when you had heard about him being bullied, hence why Kei and you were actual friends now. Tadashi was the link between the two of you that had stuck. Being forced to make conversation as some of the only kids in the neighborhood had simply made you acquaintances.

"If you knew I was going to say no then why would you give me the letter?" Kei asked.

"Because I'm hoping you'll broaden your horizons," you offered, waving your hand dismissively. "Besides, it sends the wrong message if I just throw them away without giving them to you. Not to mention, a lot of the girls don't like me to begin with because I'm one of the few people you can tolerate for more than a few minutes at the time. You've never had a girlfriend, Kei, even if they aren't girlfriend material, couldn't you at least make a few more friends?"

"I can barely deal with you and Tadashi, I don't need anymore friends," Kei told you, and you laughed.

"Keep telling yourself that Kei. I'll see you guys later, alright?"

Tadashi and Kei nodded, watching you leave before they rejoined practice.

"Are you sure she isn't your girlfriend, Tsukishima?" Sugawara asked, watching the blocker with mild interest.

Despite being second years now, their former upperclassmen were showing up more as tournament season drew closer. Though Kei also suspected that they were being nostalgic and that they missed their underclassmen's chaos.

"I'm sure," he assured the former setter. "Why?"

"Nothing, just a hunch," he murmured.

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"Guys, do you ever wonder how many people see you on the side of the street and think, 'Wow, they are the most beautiful person I have ever seen'?" you asked, as you hung upside down on the monkey bars.

"I think the blood is going to your head, (Y/F/N)," Tadashi teased.

"No, I'm serious," you said, turning to look at him. "I was thinking, earlier, about how Kei keeps getting all these love letters, and it made me wonder how many people see me as attractive, but never say anything. I don't think it's very many," you admitted, "but I wonder if they are out there."

Tadashi sighed, putting his hands on his forehead in an exasperated manner.

"(Y/F/N)," he said, sounding almost breathless, "just because Kei is getting letters doesn't mean that people don't find you attractive."

"I'm not saying people don't find me attractive," you said, swinging yourself up onto the bars again. "I know someone in the world must have standards that low, but just because they find me attractive doesn't mean they would date me."

"Why are we talking about this?" Kei asked, annoyance riddling his tone.

"Technically Tadashi and I were talking about it," you told him. "You were simply listening to the conversation."

"That doesn't tell me why this is the topic of conversation," he countered.

"I'm just saying! Kei keeps getting all these letters, and it makes me wonder if these girls actually think that they're in love with him. Attraction is really just a release of chemicals in the brain from when we were simply a species trying to survive. But that's not love," you said.

"So what's love to you?" Tadashi asked, curious.

"I think real, true love is when you see something that reminds you of them and you smile, even without realizing it. I think it's when it hurts to see them hurt, but you stay by them instead of seeking revenge, knowing they need you in the moment. I think it's the little inside jokes that mean nothing to people around you, but it's everything to you. I think it's knowing that there are plenty of people that are better than you out there, but wanting to stick around to be better for that person, to prove that you're worth it.

"I think it's seeing all the broken pieces, and loving them all anyway. It's remembering the little things. It's being able to sit in complete silence and know what the other is saying just because of the way their eyes crinkle. It's knowing that they have the power to break off new pieces, and trusting that they won't. It's when . . . instead of breaking pieces of yourself so that they can handle you, you stay whole. If they choke, you know it's not love, not really.

"It's knowing that you can stand on your own two feet, but leaning on them anyway. It's knowing that you are your own person, but wanting to share it with someone anyway. It's feeling free and wild, but content to stay still, because you trust them. For me, I feel like love is knowing that someone would read with me on a window seat, watching it rain, but they would also drive just a little too fast down older roads with the windows down so we can pretend, just for a moment, that we're in a shitty music video."

You smiled as you turned yourself upside down on the monkey bars again.

"I think it's kind of like what we have, but more romantic."

"You've been reading too much fanfiction," Kei muttered.

"Maybe," you admitted. "But maybe that's because I want to be able to spew romantic bullshit like that when I finally find a guy that likes me for me. I realize that, realistically, I'll probably never feel like that. Or at least, I won't feel it enough to put it into words like that. Fantasy never lives up to reality after all. But it's a nice thought."

"So, you don't think you'll ever find something like that?" Tadashi asked.

"I think that I'll either end up married to a man that was good enough, or on my own with no social life except you and Kei. I'll rely on work to keep me entertained."

Kei snorted.

"What's so funny you overly salted French fry?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If I ever think you're marrying a man that's just 'good enough', I'll say 'I object!' at the wedding," he told you.

"Oh yeah?" you asked, smiling. "And why's that?"

"Because you deserve more than that," he said, looking you in the eye. "(Y/F/N), you are not the kind of girl that should end up with 'good enough'. You're too . . . free for that. Although, maybe independent is a better word. You would wither with just 'good enough', and that's not something I'm willing to let happen."

"Aw, so you do care about me," you cooed, swinging yourself upright onto the bars. "And don't worry Kei, we both know that Tadashi and I will never let you settle with 'good enough' either."

"What about me?" Tadashi squawked, and you laughed.

"Come 'Dashi," you chided, "we all know that you won't end up with 'good enough' even if you try."

His cheeks went pink and you laughed again.

Kei, as much as he pretended otherwise, really loved seeing you and Tadashi laugh like this. It reminded him that there were people who didn't see just the bastard act that he threw up to protect himself.

He loved the way your dimple appeared when you gave Tadashi that real smile, not the smirk or the grin you gave people. He loved seeing Tadashi carefree and not hiding behind his hand when he laughed or smiled.

He loved being able to sit and watch the two of you interact, but know that he could pop into the conversation whenever.

"Kei, that look on your face is kind of creepy," you teased, sliding to the ground to ruffle his hair, a small way of telling him you didn't mean it. "What's it for?"

"Nothing," he muttered, hoping to the heavens that his ears weren't turning pink, though they probably were.

"Come on Tsukki," Tadashi said, giving him a look, "we've all been friends for years. We know you better than that."

"I'm just glad is all," he murmured.

"Glad for what?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, leaning over them to look at his face.

"You. Tadashi. You know, my friends," he confessed.

Damn it! His ears were definitely pink.

But he didn't shove you off.

Most people assumed that Kei was a jerk all the time, and while that might have been true for anyone else, you and Tadashi were the exceptions to his rule.

You and Tadashi had been friends with him for almost your whole lives, and both of you had been there during the brother debacle.

You and Kei had lived in the same neighborhood for years, and had been a part of more than a few conversations that had been forced by social convention, and your mother had been good friends with his in high school, though they had lost touch after that.

You had noticed Tadashi being bullied in class and had stepped in, defending him and deciding that he was more worth your time than the other kids.

Which led you to Kei, when you found out that he had helped Tadashi on the playground, even if that had never been his original intention.

The three of you had become a trio of sorts in your later years, though your reputations weren't the most . . . innocent.

Kei had always had a sharp tongue and a quicker wit, and his irritation seemed to have no limits.

You were on level with him, though you were much harder to set off than he was.

Tadashi never really provoked, but he watched as the two of you eviscerated anyone that insulted him.

Kei was ruthless with people who made comments on you and/or Tadashi, never giving them a chance to get another word in, though they had often tried, simply making themselves seem more like idiots.

On the other hand, you tended to let people hang themselves with their own tongues, before using that quick wit and sharp tongue to gut them like the pigs that they were.

Tadashi had little confidence on his own, and he tended to be more affected by words than you or Kei, so most of the time he let you and Kei handle people, but every once in a while, he would be set off.

Nothing was scarier than Tadashi getting pissed. He was rarely ever confrontational, but when something set him off, it was terrifying. He got really quiet, and he never raised his voice. There was a quiet kind of fury that radiated from him when he got like that, and if you and Kei used your words to eviscerate, Tadashi used his to give someone hypothermia. He would make them get colder and colder before their brains tricked them into thinking they were too hot, and then ended them.

All three of you were terrifying in your own ways, but that didn't mean you were like that all the time.

Kei wasn't an asshole all the time, and he enjoyed receiving hugs and other types of physical affection, he was just shit at reciprocating it and letting others see that more 'vulnerable side of him', as he put it. He was better at fixing problems logically. He helped you and Tadashi study, or sometimes bought gifts to make you both feel better, little things that still made your days.

Tadashi was someone who might not be confrontational, but he was very good about getting you and Kei out of your heads when something did hit a chink in your respective armors. He knew that both you and Kei were more affected by what people said than most people were led to believe. He was also a very good listener.

You were the giver of physical affection when the boys needed it. Kei tended to need it more than Tadashi, since Tadashi had his moms who were more than willing to give hugs. Kei didn't like his mother thinking anything was wrong, and he didn't completely trust his brother anymore, so physical contact was kept to a minimum.

Tadashi was okay with giving Kei affection, but most of the time, when it came to Kei, you were the one he went to.

You had asked him once, why he always came to you.

"I sometimes think Tadashi puts me up on a pedestal," he had admitted. "He knows me, and he's my friend, but sometimes it feels like I can't disappoint him. I don't feel that way with you. Besides, your short enough that hugging you feels better. Plus, Tadashi is all bones."

"We're glad for you too Kei," you told him, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

Tadashi nodded, taking a seat beside Kei.

Kei's heart clenched, like it often did when he was reminded that he really did have great friends, and his ears got hotter.

"Alright, enough of the mushy stuff," he muttered, trying to wave you and Tadashi away.

"Come on Kei," you whined softly, gently bumping your head with his, "we all know that you have a heart! Don't be that way, it's just us."

Kei made a small noise, and you laughed, releasing him so that you could sit on his other side, peering up into his face with your adorable fucking doe eyes.

"You know you don't have to pretend with us," you murmured, leaning on his shoulder, taking his hand.

"Yeah, we've all been friends for long enough Tsukki," Tadashi agreed, leaning his head on Kei's other shoulder.

"I hate you both," he muttered, trying to hide his face in his hands.

"Nuh uh," you said, pulling away to pull his hands from his face, sounding like a child. "No hiding from us."

You took his hand again, and for a while, all three of you just sat there, enjoying each other's company.

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"Tsukishima! You're girlfriend is here again," Suga said, gesturing to where you were walking through the doors of the gym, laughing with Yachi.

"Again, she's not my girlfriend," Kei muttered.

He remembered, suddenly, about the promise you had both made when you were middle school and boys were starting to notice girls and vice versa.

"Kei and (Y/F/N) would make such a cute couple when they're older," your mother had told his, smiling as you both chatted at a neighborhood barbeque, being two of the only children there that could hold an intelligent conversation.

At that point, you and Kei were more than acquaintances, but you weren't exactly friends yet either.

Neither mother had realized that you and Kei had overheard, and when Kei had glanced at you, your nose was wrinkled like it did when you were grossed out by something, your expression mirroring his.

"Promise me something Kei," you had said, turning your attention back to him. "Promise me that you won't ever fall in love with me."

"Why not? I mean, I won't, but I want a reason," he had said, arms crossed as he looked at you.

"Because we're friends," you had said, like it had been the simplest thing in the world. "And because if we ended up falling in love and dating that means Tadashi would feel left out all the time and I won't let that happen. So promise me."

"I promise not to fall in love with you if you promise not to fall in love with me," he had offered.

"Deal," you had told him, offering him your hand to shake on it.

"Ah, Kei, there you are!" you said, smiling at him. "There's another letter. Based on the amount of hearts on it, another confession."

"Keep it," he muttered, pushing your hand away when you went to hand him the letter.

"Kei, I don't want to carry around another one of your love letters," you said, wrinkling your nose. "These aren't for me, and they make me sick, so please, for the sake of our friendship, take the damn thing off my hands so I can wash them."

He sighed, a pained sound that had you laughing, and took the letter, slipping it into his bag, wondering if the girls at school would ever take a hint that he wasn't interested.

"Why is Tsukishima so popular with the girls?" Hinata wondered out loud. "His personality is so crappy."

"And I don't think I've ever heard him say a nice thing to anyone," Kageyama added.

"That's because you guys are irritating to Kei," you interrupted, turning to them, arms crossed and hip cocked out to the side. "Most of the time, he's helpful and respectful. You two just aren't the kind of people he would voluntarily hang out with."

"Rude," Hinata cried, then pouted, "but true."

"The only people Kei really rips into are people he doesn't like, doesn't respect, people who disrespect Tadashi or me, or people who betray his trust. You two are options one and two."

"He just seems like an unfeeling asshole, even after three years of knowing him."

"I think it's the opposite actually," you told them.

Kei could feel your eyes on the back of his head, either unaware that he could hear you or uncaring that he was listening.

"I think he feels all of it, at one hundred and twenty percent. He just acts like that to avoid getting hurt in most cases. In your case though, he really does just not like you. Or, more accurately, he doesn't like that you two are so clearly passionate about something when he gets scared of something hurting him if he cares too much. Like Tadashi told you once, Hinata, if Kei didn't at least like volleyball, he wouldn't be here. Just think about it," you told them.

"(Y/F/N)!" Tadashi called. "We're still studying at your place right?"

"Yeah, just like always," you assured him. "Kei, you still have the spare key, just let yourselves in."

He nodded, spinning the ball in his hands as he watched you walk away.

"Tsukishima, are you one hundred percent sure that she isn't your girlfriend?" Suga asked, eyebrows raised at him.

"Three hundred percent sure," Tsukishima grunted as he served the ball.

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"Why do you never accept any of the confessions, Kei?" you asked, looking at him from over the top of your textbook.

Your head was hanging off the side of your bed and your socked feet were crossed at the ankles, resting on your wall.

Kei's neck hurt just looking at you, but he didn't say anything to you about moving.

"Because they aren't my type," Kei muttered, checking his notes before writing down an answer on his paper.

"What is your type?" you inquired, rolling onto your stomach, setting you book to the side. "Because I don't think I've ever seen you take an interest in a girl." You frowned, then added, "Romantic interest I mean."

Kei wondered what other interest you had thought he might get out of that, but he decided not to question it. Despite knowing you for years, and being as close to you as he was, you still managed to be somewhat of a mystery to him.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

"Yes, because I want to be able to set you up when you decide you're ready for a relationship!" you said. "Tadashi and I would make great wingmen. Well, wingman and wingwoman, but you know what I mean."

Kei actually turned to look at you at that one.

"You're serious," he muttered, noting the look on your face.

"Yes! Unless you don't think you're going to want a romantic relationship, which is completely okay too. I just want you to be happy is all."

"You know what makes me happy?" Kei asked, pausing to let you answer, but instead you stayed quiet, watching him with those damn doe eyes. "Getting my homework done and not having to deal with confessions from girls that don't know the first thing about me."

Kei heard your small chuckle, and as he went back to his homework, he found himself smiling.

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Kei had always known that, objectively, you were very pretty (he had heard enough from his classmates over the years to have it verified), but sometimes you did something, and he would realize all over again.

Today you had laughed a little harder as he ripped into someone, and you had given him one of those dimpled smiles that he adored so much, and he had stood there blinking for a moment before he cooled his expression again.

Kei didn't really understand why he got so mad when someone flirted with you in the hallways, or when you came to cheer the team on during games.

He had always assumed that it was merely because you were such good friends, but then he had realized that no one else got that mad, they didn't feel the same painful burning in the pit of their stomachs at seeing you with another guy.

Asking Suga had done absolutely nothing, the setter had merely suggested that Kei was jealous, which was absolute bullshit, and he wasn't desperate enough to contact Bokuto or Kuroo yet, though he might be at the point of asking Akaashi.

He would know if he liked you the way that the older setter was implying. He would know if he was in love with you.

Right?

Kei could worry about that later, right now he was more interested in getting that guy's hand off your shoulder and away from your neck.

"(Y/F/N)," Kei called, striding over, back straight. "The game's about to start, we've got to go."

"Kei!" you chirped, smiling at him, moving to his side immediately, giving the guy that had been bugging you a sugar sweet (and utterly fake) smile over your shoulder. "See you around never, hopefully!"

Kei pressed his lips together to hide his smile, letting you wrap your hand around his.

"Was that guy bothering you?"

"A little, but you got there just in time," you told him, your hand tightening it's grip for a moment before you let him go. "Thanks for always having the most amazing timing Kei!"

"Yeah, whatever," he told you, bumping your shoulder with his.

"Seriously, what is it with the girls that hang around with us and wandering off?" Daichi asked when you walked into the gym with Kei.

"Sorry guys! I just wanted to buy a key chain," you said, holding it up, grinning. "It's not my fault that athletes can't take no for an answer! Sometimes I think your on-court determination bleeds over into everyday life."

There were some nods, and Kei watched as the guy that had been bothering you stepped onto the other side of the court.

He followed the guy's eyes to you, where you were laughing at something Kageyama said.

Did- Did that moron just lick his lips at you?

Kei felt that burning sensation in his stomach again.

Kei didn't realize that he had been glaring until he heard your voice right next to him.

"Anyway, good luck guys!" you told them, affectionately ruffling Tadashi's hair, hip-checking Kei on your way into the stands, flashing him that damned dimpled grin over your shoulder.

"Hey, Blondie!" the guy called. "You, Glasses! I'm talkin' to you!"

Kei turned to see the guy from earlier smirking at him.

"Dude, your girl is so hot!" he said.

Kei felt the entirety of Karasuno tense behind him as they realized what was going on.

"Yeah, she is," Kei agreed.

"Think you'd be willin' to share her with me? I promise I'd take good care of her."

"Oh shit," someone muttered, and Kei saw red for a moment before he got himself under control.

"Is your ass jealous about the amount of shit that just came out of your mouth?" Kei asked, putting his hand on his hip.

Using insults like that was never really his thing, but he was really pissed right now.

"Hey, Tsukki," Tadashi said quietly, "you might not want to-"

"What did you just say to me?" the guy asked.

"Hey, Kei!" you called from the stands, waving at him to catch his attention. "Leave the smack talk for when you actually win! Block his spike down his throat for me, alright?"

He nodded, giving you a grin that had you giving him one right back.

"God forbid if she was a guy and they were on the same team," Suga muttered, and the others nodded.

"Alright, time for the game to start," Daichi said.

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Kei did as you asked: he blocked every single spike that the guy tried to send over the net, and Kei could already tell that the guy was pissed at the end of the first set.

He was spiking more and more aggressively, which was screwing up aim to the point where Kei didn't even really need to block.

"Go Karasuno!" you cheered, smiling at the team from the stands.

Kei, every time he felt his anger getting out of control, looked to you in the stands to calm down.

Finally, the scumbag was so out of control that he was switched out with another wing spiker.

From there, the game was easy.

By the end of it, Kei hadn't even needed to look for you in the stands. Not only had he memorized where you were, but no one else on that team pissed him off as much as that scumbag did.

As soon as the ball landed on the other side of the court, and it was called, you were running down from the stands, running for him.

"Kei! You were so great!" you cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck, jumping at him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist to keep the both of you from falling over, and he buried his face in your neck as he set you down.

"Oh my gosh, Kei that was so amazing! I think that's the best you've played all season! Seriously! Some of those blocked looked like they would've ripped my arms off, that was so cool!" you gushed, holding onto his forearms.

Kei nodded, giving Tadashi a look over your shoulder for a moment, letting him know that it was okay for him to go on ahead.

"Thanks for blocking the slime ball for me Kei!" you said, smiling up at him. "And what did he say to you that got you so pissed off? I haven't seen you that mad in forever!"

"It was nothing," he told you, "it was stupid."

"Are you sure?" you inquired, looking up at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure the team will tell you about it later."

"Alright, I just wanted to make sure that you were okay," you told him, "'cause you looked really pissed. I haven't seen you that pissed off since that one guy tried to make Tadashi cry."

"I don't like it when people make you uncomfortable like that," Kei said. "It really pisses me off."

"Is that why you kept looking at me during the game?" you asked, and Kei wondered if any other girl would've been so honest with him about something like this, or if it as just the fact that you had both spent so much time together growing up. "I noticed that you always looked at me whenever you had the chance."

Kei nodded, gesturing with his head towards the doors, so that he could catch up with the team and talk with you at the same time.

"Yeah, that was one of the reasons. It kept me focused on the scumbag's spikes, and it calmed me down enough so that I didn't punch him whenever we were across the net from each other."

"I kinda wish that you had, but I also know that it would've gotten you ejected from the game, which is not something I want to happen. Anyway, thanks Kei," you told him, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, always," he said, putting his hand on your head.

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It was when you were over at his house Sunday morning when he realized that he might need to call Kuroo and Bokuto.

You, Kei, and Tadashi had had a sleepover, but Tadashi had left early to spend some time with his moms, so Kei had woken up to you with a hand on his chest and his arm numb from where it was pillowing your head.

The three of you had been sitting on Kei's bed watching a movie, but Tadashi had tipped over sometime near the halfway marker, and Kei had fallen asleep not long after that, so he could only assume that you had fallen asleep sometime after Tadashi had left this morning.

Kei turned on his side slowly, not wanting to wake you up, wrapping an arm around your waist softly.

He toyed with your hair, twisting it in his fingers gently, brushing it behind your ear, threading his fingers through it.

He wasn't ready to get up for the day yet, so he laid there with you, wondering how it would be ten years in the future.

Would your hair be longer? Would you cut it shorter? Would you dye it? Would you have kids by then?

That last one had made him pause.

He had always known that short of you dying or some huge falling out, Kei was in no way going to be able to get rid of you or Tadashi, but he had never even considered dating you, let alone anything beyond that.

So why was he wondering what your kids would look like? Why was he wondering how many you would want, if any? Why was he questioning how many stray animals you might bring home after work?

He sounded like every lovesick fool that got his heart broken in those weird movies that Tadashi liked to watch.

Kei glanced down at your face, and he suddenly found himself unable to think of a reality where he didn't wake up like this for the rest of his life.

When had he stopped seeing you as his little sister, or the annoying female friend that all of his classmates admired? When had he started seeing you as someone he could fall in love with, if he hadn't already?

But even with this new revelation, he couldn't bring himself to pull away from you.

Kei loved it when you both bickered like you hated each other, and he loved when you were able to throw back any insulting thing he said to you. He loved being able to have real conversations with you, but he also liked just sitting quietly with you.

This though, this was by far his favorite thing, seeing all the stress gone from your body, seeing your face without any kind of mask on, he adore seeing the calm serenity that came with sleep.

"Mm, Kei?" you asked sleepily, glancing at him. "What time is it?"

"Still early," he murmured, tucking you into his chest again. "Go back to sleep."

"M'kay," you said, nuzzling in close.

Kei waited for a minute before he grabbed his phone and his glasses from the side table, texting Kuroo.

Normally, he would've talked to Tadashi, but Kei didn't want to drag him into anything until he knew for sure, just in case he was wrong.

Kei: I have a question for you

Kuroo: What's up Tsukki-poo?

Kei: First, don't call me that

Kei: Secondly, and this is completely hypothetical, but how do you know when you love someone?

Kuroo: Aww, is my little kouhai in love with someone? How cute!

Kei made a face, taking a deep breath and glancing at you quickly before he turned his attention back to his phone.

Kei: Just answer the question

Kuroo: We're talking hypothetically?

Kei: Yeah

Kuroo: Can't you use the internet for this stuff? Why ask me? Why not ask Freckles? Or the pretty setter on your team?

Kei: The internet would tell me I have cancer, not that I might be in love with someone

Kei: Secondly, as for the setter comment, I'm assuming you mean Suga

Kei: Thirdly, he would go tell Tadashi, and then the possible love interest, and I don't want to deal with any of those things

Kei: So, please, for the sake of my sanity, just answer the question

Kuroo: Alright, alright. Jeesh. Hypothetically, if you were in love with someone you might start noticing their presence more

Kuroo: It would feel almost like you have a compass where the needle points to them, and you can't turn it off. You notice the little things more than normal, and you know them. I mean, really know them. They feel almost like a part of you

Kuroo: Seeing them hurt hurts you. You constantly feel the need to make sure that they're okay. Even the little things that kind of annoy you are a huge part of what you love about them

Kuroo: You find yourself smiling at them, even when they're doing something completely mundane, and you could recognize their voice in a crowd. Suddenly, they went from just another person, to someone that you could find in a crowd, even if they blend in enough that they normally fade into the background

Kuroo: Hypothetically speaking, of course

Kei was surprised by how much his mentor was able to type out in such a short amount of time, but in the end, he was most surprised by how much it lined up with what you had told him earlier. The basics were the same, and Kei sighed, realizing what this meant for him.

Kei: How to I make it stop?

Kei: Hypothetically

Kuroo: When I figure that out, I'll let you know

Kei blinked at that, then sighed again.

Kei: Thanks, Kuroo-san.

Kuroo: Sure thing Skinny, let me know how it goes

Kuroo: Hypothetically, of course

Kei couldn't help but chuckle softly, and he set his phone aside, wondering whether this was going to change anything, and how long he had been in love with you.

He had always noticed the little things about you, it was just a part of him being perceptive, and he had grown up with you, so he automatically knew you better than 80 percent of the people you went to school with.

But he was more in tune with your presence than even Tadashi was. And he had always managed to pick your voice out in a crowd.

He glanced down at you, and suddenly, instead of being worried about if he was in love you, he was more worried about whether you loved him back or not.

Kei debated texting Tadashi, but he decided that it could wait, and he wanted to enjoy this time with you unhindered.

Kei knew that he was never going to say anything unless he was sure you felt the same way about him.

For one thing, you were nice enough that it was entirely possible that you would date him just because you were too nice to say no. For another thing, he wasn't the kind of guy to make a move if he thought it wouldn't lead to a win. Not to mention, that if you he did ask you out and you said no, that might make things awkward in the friend group, and Kei didn't want that to happen.

He had gone this long, right? What was a few more weeks?

But, of course, things didn't go the way that Kei wanted them to.

As the end of a semester approached, as well as the end of the year, projects piled on, as did speeches and tests.

Kei had always done well academically, and he wasn't as stressed as some of the other people he knew, like Hinata and Kageyama.

You seemed to be feeling the pressure too, even though Kei knew that you were going to be getting some of the higher grades in class, just like always.

You were freaking out more than usual, and Kei realized that he needed to do something if he didn't want you to overwork yourself.

He found you on the swings at the park by your house.

He had gone over to make sure that you had eaten something, but your mother had told him that you had gone out earlier, and that she didn't know where you were.

"Hey," he said, announcing his presence as he settled beside you.

"Hey Kei," you replied, staring at the ground in front of you like it held the key to the universe.

"Are you okay?"

"No," you admitted. "I'm so nervous and freaked out that I can't eat anything. I have that weird mineral deficiency so drinking water just makes me really dizzy and I almost passed out when I stood up at the end of the day and there's nothing I can do about it! Not to mention that, once again, I got stuck with the morons that aren't going to do anything to help me with the project so I'm stuck doing everything by myself. For some of my classes, that's okay, I can just tell the teacher that they didn't help, but for some of them they're going to give me that bullshit lecture about working together. I have no idea what to do my speech about for that one class, and I have so many back to back tests that I think I might forget everything!"

Kei let you ramble, watching the way your hands moved around, trying to communicate the stress and anger and nerves that you were experiencing all at once.

He watched the way yours eyes widened and squeezed shut to add extra emphasis. He watched the way you glanced over at him to make sure that he was still paying attention, to make sure that you weren't annoying him, the way you smiled a little bit whenever you noticed that he was watching you and that you weren't annoying him by talking.

Somehow, you started talking about the constant love letters that he was getting.

"I mean, I get that some girls feel the need to have a boyfriend," you said, rolling your eyes, "but I have bigger things to worry about than their attraction to you, you know? One girl gave me a letter the other day, and I was so tired that I didn't realize what it was, and I started to read it and I was caught between wanting to laugh, cry, and hurl all at the same time."

Kei perked up at that.

"It made me kinda sad too," you admitted, your voice quieting. "I mean, it must really suck for you, getting all these letters claiming that they love you when they don't even know that first thing about who you are. I mean, it was hilarious that she even thought that you were interested in getting a girlfriend, and it was sickening how many times she used the words 'hot', 'sexy', and 'unadulteratedly handsome' to describe you."

Kei knew he made a face at that, with the way you laughed, before you continued, your voice even quieter than it had been, "But it made me sad to think that you keep having to read these things. They claim that they love you, that they want to be with you, and they don't even know who you are. Not in a way that matters at least. I don't know, it was just kind of depressing I guess."

You glanced at him, turning to face him.

"I hope you don't mind, but I started throwing them away. I'm getting sick and tired of being their carrier pigeon, and I really hate thinking about you having to deal with them all the time. If they want to confess they can find another way to do it."

"I don't mind, at all," he assured you, and you smiled at him.

But then your smiled faded into something similar to a frown.

"Hey, Kei?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember that promise we made when we were kids?"

"How could I forget? You never shut up about it during middle school," he teased.

"I broke that promise," you whispered. "That was one of the reasons that those letters made me so upset. As someone who has loved you, really loved you, for longer than they've known about you, it made me sick to read some of the things they said. I know that that makes me sound like some kind of possessive bitch, but it's true."

Kei stared at you, wondering if he had just heard that right.

You were in love with him? And had been for more than three years?

Kei felt like the breath had been knocked out of him.

"What's with the face Kei?" you asked. "I thought you knew already."

Kei didn't think that his eyes could get any wider than they were at that moment.

"Y-You . . . I-I what?"

"Come on Kei, you had to have noticed by now," you said, looking more concerned by the second. "I mean, it's not like I act the same way around everyone else that I do around you."

Kei let his brain process the things that you were telling him before he managed to squeak out, "You mean, like a friend thing right?"

You bit your lip, checking his face for something, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

"No, Kei," you said finally. "I mean like, I want to be your girlfriend kind of love."

You weren't looking at him now, and he was worried you were taking this the wrong way. He didn't want this to end in a misunderstanding so he sighed dramatically.

"So, you're telling me that I could have confessed months ago and avoided the entire overthinking part of my recent internal panic?" he asked, watching the way your brows furrowed with confusion, the way your head whipped up when you finally realized what he was saying to you.

"A-Are you saying that the feeling is mutual?" you asked, eyes wide as you both looked at each other.

"Yes, you dumbass," he teased, smiling softly at you. "I broke that promise too, so it's okay, since we both broke it."

Now you were the one staring at him in disbelief.

Then you were off your swing and pacing in front of them, waving your hands around like a madwoman.

"Holy shit, you love me back," you muttered, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye every few seconds, like you were worried he would disappear. "I-I don't know what to do from here. I never thought that I would get this far. Is . . . is this where we talk about whether we want this to be a serious thing?" you asked. "Is this where we agree that we love each other but we pretend like nothing's changed? What am I supposed to do in this situation?"

"For one thing," Kei said, standing so that he could wrap his hands around your wrists, gently making you look at him. "You could calm down and let me get a word or two in before you make yourself black out."

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

"For another," he continued, "you and I should go back to your house. Your mom is worried sick about you, and you need to eat something before you pass out. We can have a serious talk about what this means once you aren't in danger of passing out from exhaustion or malnutrition."

"Okay, but only because I know that you're going to make me do it anyway," you told him, making him laugh.

You both walked in silence for a while before you asked, "When did you realize?"

"A few months ago," he admitted. "I think I've always known, but that guy- the slimeball that I blocked- got on my nerves enough that I knew it wasn't some platonic 'protect a friend' thing. I started seeing it more and more after that. I talked to Kuroo-san about it when I was nearly 100 percent sure, and that solidified it for me I guess, that night you and Tadashi stayed over and we watched that horrid slasher film. I woke up and you were right there by my side, and suddenly I couldn't imagine waking up any other way."

"That really was a horrible movie," you muttered. "I didn't think you were going to be the cheesy one today, but then again, you are always surprising me. And you didn't think to tell me?"

"I was worried it would make things awkward, and I didn't want to say something and be wrong, you know? Besides, you can't say anything. How long have you known?"

"Do you remember the summer before our third year in middle school and we all stayed at my grandparents' camp for three weeks?"

"That long? We were- what?- twelve?"

"Yeah. I remember that there was a thunderstorm the first night we were there, and I got up in the middle of the night because I couldn't sleep, so I stood on the deck, in a tank top and shorts because I wanted to. I don't even remember how long I had been out there when you wandered out. I remember calling you a dumbass because 'What if I was a murderer?' and you just called me short.

"We both stood there for a few minutes, and when I shivered, you wrapped your arms around my waist from behind me, pressing your chest to my back and calling me an idiot for wearing something so light in the middle of a thunderstorm. Instead of doing the sensible thing and getting a blanket or a jacket, you just hugged me and stood there with me until I couldn't stand it and we went inside."

Kei remembered that. He had seen you standing out on the deck when the lightning had flashed, and he had been worried when you weren't in your room, so he had gone out to check on you.

You had looked so happy, standing there in the rain, listening to the thunder crash in the distance.

He had wanted to stay with you, so he had.

It was one of the first times he had decided that he didn't care what it looked like, he cared for you, and he was going to show it somehow.

Kei slipped his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers together.

You glanced at him, but you didn't say anything, just squeezed his hand and walked with him.

When you both got back to your house, you grabbed a plate of food and plopped down at your desk in your room.

Kei lounged on your bed while you ate, watching you flip through a textbook and scribble notes in between bites of food.

When you pushed the plate to the side, your turned to face him.

"So."

"So."

You both locked eyes and chuckled.

"I already told you what I wanted out of this," you told him, shrugging. "I'm fine with whatever we decide, but that's my best case scenario ending for this."

"You make this sound like a business meeting," he teased, watching you stand up to move next to him on your bed.

"What do you want from this, Kei?" you asked, glancing down at your lap.

"I want you to be my girlfriend," he admitted. "I want to glare at guys that think they even have a chance with you. I want to kiss you for good luck before a game, all that sappy shit that everyone says that I wouldn't be into."

You smiled, laughing a little breathlessly for a moment before you comprehended everything he said.

"All of it?" you asked, turning those damned doe eyes on him again.

"All of it," he confirmed.

You chuckled softly, taking his hand again.

"Good. Me too."

"Good," he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

You giggled, something that made Kei stop for a moment, because you weren't the type of girl to giggle, at anything.

He smiled softly at you, and he wondered how much shit he was going to get from his team with you around, but he realized that it wasn't anything he needed to worry about yet.

Then he remembered something else.

"Hey, do you want to cause a little chaos?" Kei asked you.

"How so?"

"Remember how I said I talked to Kuroo-san?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he wanted me to let him know how it went," Kei admitted. "I have him, Bokuto, Akaashi, Lev, and Hinata in a discord group chat. I want to try something, if you're okay with it."

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, arching an eyebrow, a smirk on your lips that said you were up for almost anything.

Skinny: img.jpg

Skinny: Thanks Kuroo-san

five people are typing...

Kei laughed, leaning over to show you the chaos that had ensued when he had sent the group chat the photo of you kissing his cheek.

You giggled at the many exclamation points and question marks, snickering at Kuroo's reply.

"I love you," you told him, kissing his cheek again.

"I love you too," he said, ignoring the calls that were coming through on his phone as he leaned over to cup your face in his hands.

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✾❃S.H+D.K- A Bisexual Mess✶

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Warnings: Smut, threesome, spit roasting, suggested poly relationship

Words: 3407

Pairing(s): Kaminari Denki x Sero Hanta x FEM!reader

Summary: Being attracted to your friend is weird, and your boyfriend having a crush on him too is even weirder. 

Ok so I might’ve gotten carried away and prepared a basket instead... oops. Enjoy!

Part two

===NSFW UNDER THE CUT===

Sero Hanta always bragged about you to his friends, which wasn't a secret by any means. Well, not a secret to anybody except you. What can he say? You're perfect to him, and who's he to keep that information to himself? He would spew everything he loved about you and more, infuriating Bakugo and making Kaminari jealous.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, really! Well, not at first. Buuut... your pretty little boyfriend mentioned your name in his conversation with the Bakusquad, and you couldn't help it. You stood quietly outside of your home office— the only place in the house you allowed Hanta to smoke —and leaned as close to the door as you dared.

"She's just so perfect," you broke into a smile at Sero's words.

"Will you stop bragging about y/n-chan?" Kaminari groaned dramatically from within the room, "I almost can't take it anymore! You know that I like her. Stop making me jealous on purpose because I can't have her!"

Your eyes widened slightly at Kaminari's words. He did? Since when? Well, that was a silly thing to think; Kami has probably had a crush on everyone in high school at one point or another. But the fact that he just admitted it to Hanta was straight-up bold.

"Yeah I know," you heard Sero smirk, "ever since you've heard about her magic mouth you've wanted a piece."

"-wha? Wrong. I've had a crush on her longer than that!" Kaminari argued. You could hear Mina in the back cracking up.

"Will you two shut up?!" Bakugo yelled, rattling the door. "Every fucking time I'm here is all 'y/n this' and 'y/n that' ok we gET IT, THE TWO OF YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER!"

You stood in their silence for a moment, trying to process that holy shit, the Mega-Virgin Kaminari has a crush on you, even before you sucked Hanta off for the first time! What was happening?

"K'mon, bro," Kirishima chided, and you heard the slap of his hand land on Bakugo's back. "Chill out, take another hit. Y/n-san might pop in if she hears too much noise."

"Whatever, 'tch," Bakugo huffed, "kinda wanna go home anyway, you nerds don't have anything interesting to talk about."

You quietly hurried away to your shared bedroom at the sound of footsteps, pretending that you hadn't just heard Hanta openly talk about your 'magic mouth', and Kaminari's confession. You could still feel the flustered blush on your cheeks as Kirishima and Bakugo walked down the hall to the front door, the latter grumbling about "those damn nerds".

"Wait, guys," Mina called to them, "I don't want to be stuck with those love-sick idiots!"

After Kiri offered to buy the pink girl an Uber home and the front door was shut, all you could hear was the muffled conversation a room over. You snuck back to the office door, and pressed your ear against it.

"-s-stop!" You heard Kaminari stutter.

"Never! It's so fun to make you flustered over my girl," you playfully shook your head at Hanta's words. Typical Sero move.

It was silent for a few minutes, broken soon after with a, "dude! What the hell?" From Hanta.

"I- it's- it's your fault!" Kaminari retorted, apparently spinning around in the squeaky office chair.

"You-," Sero burst out laughing, "you got hard just from me talking about her! Bet it was the part I told you when y/n and I were at that one restaurant-."

"S-shut up!" Kaminari squeaked.

Your face flushed considerably pinker. Right here, right now, were two boys that were sexually attracted to you on the other side of the door. You felt your stomach flip and twist in excitement at the new feeling.

"It's kinda cute that you're so into her," you heard Hanta tease. "You're always a blushing mess, and just stuttering over your words."

"Damn S-sero," Denki said grouchily, "stop making fun of me."

You couldn't help but press your ear completely against the door, the two boys inside were too high to notice the shadow under the door anyway. Was Hanta... Flirting?

"I'm not making fun of you," Sero paused. "I'm just calling you cute."

You drowned out the rest of their conversation with your thoughts, trying to connect dots together. Hanta was a little suspicious at times from what you could see over his shoulder. Suspicious of what, exactly? Being gay, or at least bisexual. You saw him close tabs of soft-core gay porn occasionally, and you even accidentally stumbled upon Sero's old diary from years back. You didn't worry too much about it, but now... was he suppressing his feelings? Was he about to cheat on you?

Your heart dropped at that thought. Hanta was a nice guy and he wouldn't do that to you, right? He wouldn't lie about loving you. Not after what you heard earlier. Or was that just to fluster Kaminari? You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind, and tuned back in on the two boys.

"-AH—! Wait!" You heard Sero panic, "I didn't- I shouldn't've-!"

".. shouldn't have kissed me?" Denki squeaked quietly so you had to strain to hear.

What on Earth did you miss while you were spaced out?

"Well- I was just thinking about h-how cute you are, and I forgot that I can't kiss someone who isn't my partner!" Hanta stressed, "god why do I have to love both of you..."

Your eyebrows raised at that, and listened in a little harder. Did you hear that right? Sero had a crush on Kaminari?

Honestly you couldn't blame him when the blond was so undeniably attractive, especially with the smudged black eyeliner on the corners of his eyes and the lightning bolt streak in his hair. You wouldn't lie that you liked him a bit too, but you suppressed those feelings for Hanta.

"I- I can go if you want," Kaminari mumbled, voice cracking slightly.

"Er- if you want. I don't mind chilling with you a bit longer. Just— don't tell y/n what happened. I- I'll tell her later when I figure out what to say," Hanta said.

"You sure she won't get mad at you?" Said a concerned Denki. "I know how much you love her, and I don't want you two to break it off.."

"Weeelll," Sero dragged on nervously, "y/n is very understanding, a-and I also need to tell her a few other things anyway."

You headed towards the living room, hearing all you needed to. You honestly didn't exactly know what to think about what just happened. Hanta kissed Denki, who likes you, and you that likes Hanta who also likes Denki. What even.

You sat comfortably on the couch, watching the last of the sun meander under the horizon. You nervously tapped on your phone after playing games on it for about an hour, waiting for Kaminari to leave so you could talk with Hanta. You finally heard the office door open, and you turned your head. Sero shuffled towards you with a sleeping Denki in his arms. The blonde's mouth was wide open and snoring lightly, drool going halfway down his chin.

"Uh," Hanta said awkwardly, "help."

You giggled and jumped up from your to help your boyfriend position Kaminari on the couch, who immediately latched onto a pillow mumbling incoherently.

"Whatta dude," you stated, fists on your hips.

"Yeah..." Hanta scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, I have to talk to you about something. It's pretty serious so we can wait until later if you want."

"Nah," you shook your head, "you've seemed off lately, and I'm guessing you just need it off your chest."

"Well, if you don't mind," Hanta plopped down on the love seat. You kneeled over to lean your head on his knee as he sucked in a shaky breath. "I- Um. I- I think I'm Bi."

You nodded your head understandingly, taking his hand in yours. "Ok, baby. Thank you for telling me."

"—there is o-one more thing I-I have to confess," Sero shook, "just please don't hit or yell at me."

"I would never, baby. I'm here for you," you looked up at him encouragingly, giving him a smile.

"O-ok. Uh, I kinda, well... I kinda kissed Kami. O-on the lips," Hanta's eyes looked away from yours, floating to the floor.

"Do you regret it?" You asked, keeping a calm exterior.

"Uh- I dunno. I do because I'm with you.. but... I- I think I don't," Sero looked incredibly guilty, and he squeezed your hand, "I love you, b-but I also have a crush on him..."

"That's ok," you reassured, reaching up to turn his head back to you, "I don't mind if you want to be in a relationship with him too, separately or not."

Hanta looked incredibly surprised, and a smile split his face, "really?!"

"Yes really," you giggled, kissing his cheek. "I can share you."

Sero, being the genius he was, suggested introducing Denki into the relationship with a threesome. Totally not skipping a few steps or anything.

"Are you sure he'd be willing to do that?" You had asked. "He's a virgin to basically everything."

"Oh, he'd be willing alright," Hanta smirked. "I'll message him about it then?"

"Mhm," you nodded, "it'll be fun. We'll get to tease him."

Denki was freaking out. Actually, he was more than freaking out. He was freaking out and jerking off. Multitasking. He could not believe his eyes when he opened Sero's text message, four glorious words: 'wanna have a threesome?'

Of course, Denki had asked if his friend had been joking or not before opening up his mind to fantasies. He got off rather quickly, though who could blame him. He swore that his libido was abnormally high, because even the thought of you, (and Sero as well), would get him flustered and he would pop a boner.

The next day when he came over, his teeth brushed and pubes trimmed, he stood outside your apartment door for at least a minute before knocking. His mind would keep circling the same thoughts: 'Sero just wants you to embarrass yourself in front of her', 'he told y/n about your crush and now they want to laugh at you', 'holy fuck is this actually happening', and 'I hope Sero actually doesn't mind sharing'.

"Sup, man," Hanta grinned as he opened the door for his blushing crush, a far too casual greeting for the situation about to unfold.

"H-hey," Kaminari grinned back, shuffling inside and slipping off his shoes.

"Y/n's just making up a snack so we can chat before uh, y'know," Hanta held back his blush, already nervous because damn, did Denki put on eyeliner or something? He looked hotter than usual.

"Take a seat in the living room, I'm almost done!" You called from the kitchen as you poured one last cup of tea. You carried the tray of tea and homemade cookies to the coffee table, and sat yourself down on the love seat. You couldn't lie— you were nervous as shit at the moment. You looked up as Hanta led a very flustered and anxious Kaminari behind him, and you gave a comforting wave.

"H-hi," Kaminari squeaked, sitting himself on the couch in front of you. He rubbed the sweat off his hands on his pants, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Hey!" You greeted kindly with a smile.

"Alright so now what," Hanta stated, plopping himself beside Denki only looking slightly nervous.

"We discuss boundaries!" You said cheerfully. You reached over for your cup and took a sip. "Any hard no's?"

"Kaminari's not fucking you," Hanta crossed his arms. "Not yet, I want it to be more special than this..."

Denki choked on his drink, sputtering on his tea.

"Kami, any hard no's?" you steered. 

"U-uh not right now," the electric blond stuttered, eyeing Sero nervously.

"Ok great!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together, "the safe word Hanta and I use is 'soy sauce'."

"That's two-."

"Yeah same difference," you waved Kaminari off. "Anyway, my hard no's are just don't hit me, don't degrade me, and don't choke me out."

The two boys nodded anxiously.

"Holy fuck," Denki muttered as he watched Sero kiss your lips, palming his dick through his jeans. He admired your half undressed state as he feverishly threw off his T-shirt.

Without looking, Hanta held out his hand in a 'come hither' motion, and Kaminari steered over to his friend. Sero pulled away from you for a moment, guiding Denki's shaky hands to your bare waist. Once the two of you continued kissing, Kaminari hugged your waist closer and kissed the side of your neck. Your encouraging moans excited him, and he kissed your skin harder.

Denki's hips couldn't help but rut against your backside, drawing out a soft groan from him. He peered his head up to Sero, who turned to give him a gentle kiss, and Kaminari could feel your saliva on his lips. You turned to face the blonde, leaning forwards to propose a kiss. Denki filled the gap quickly, and met your lips with his. It was a messy kiss, but neither you nor Kami cared. You heard Hanta grumble in your ear, nipping at the cartilage carefully.

Honestly, Denki thought he was being spoiled rotten. You were so soft in his arms, and he swore he could stay like this forever. Sero's nimble fingers snuck to the back of your bra and quickly unclasped it, making Denki suck in a jittery breath.

"Hmmh," you sighed as Hanta cupped your breasts gently, waiting for Denki to desperately ask for a turn.

"You can touch her, Denks," Sero chuckled, leaning over and kissing his friend again.

Denki mumbled into the kiss, and shakily moved to grasp your tits from behind. His cock couldn't help but twitch in his pants as he massaged your nipples softly, his lips still locked with Hanta's. Kami pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva still attaching them.

"Oh so good," Denki whined as he humped your ass, breathing heavily into your ear.

"Mmm, Denki~ take your pants off for us, won't you?" You licked your lips and watched as Kaminari hobbled out of his skinny jeans.

He looked at you with wide eyes as you sat on your bed, with Sero following suit. Denki moaned when the two of you started making out again, and nervously edged closer to the bed. You smiled at him encouragingly and reached out a hand to play with the elastic of his boxers. A whimper left his throat as you trailed a finger up his clothed shaft, and he eyed Hanta guilty.

"It's ok!" The smiling man replied, helping you get into a better position. "Let loose a little, dude."

Denki wasn't sure he could do that since you were slowly pulling down the hem of his underwear, his cock springing up to slap his stomach before standing straight out. He slipped down his boxers and kicked them away, having full attention on you and your beautiful e/c eyes.

Hanta was massaging your ass cheeks as Denki experienced your mouth for the first time, and he pulled down your panties, (which were soaked, by the way). You moaned against Kami's cock as Sero rubbed the inside of your thighs with his warm hands, causing Denki to let out a lewd groan. His eyes kept switching from you, to Sero, and back to you again.

"So wet for me, y/n," Hanta mumbled, "if I knew you were into this stuff I would've invited Kami over earlier."

You hummed in response, too busy indulging yourself with Denki's dick. You enjoyed making him squirm in his stance, licking over the glans of his cock and the underside of his shaft. You swore you could see his eyes start to water up.

Kaminari was wide eyed as he watched Hanta strip out of his briefs and give himself a few pumps. Denki's mouth opened in a silent moan when Sero lined up to your entrance and slowly inched inside, letting out a low groan when he bottomed out. You hummed diligently on the cock you were sucking and grabbed Denki's hand to put on your head, letting him grasp your hair like reins.

The electric blond babbled quietly as he watched Hanta pump into you, forcing Denki's cock further down your throat. The way your mouth contracted around him made Denki's legs shake, and he got red in the face trying to keep his hands from urging your head deeper.

"You look like you're having a good time, Denks," Sero commented as he admired the blonde's teary eyes. His hips rolled forwards in a new rhythm and you griped pleasantly as you fisted the sheets under you.

"Fuuuck yeah," Kaminari grumbled, catching up with his friend's rhythm. He was over the moon, and was just trying not to cum prematurely so he could enjoy this moment longer.

"Don't be afraid to fuck her face," Hanta said smugly, repositioning his hands on your hips. "She loves choking on cock, ain't that right beautiful?"

You wept in agreement, looking up at Denki with soft, pleading eyes. You bobbed your head faster in his loose grasp, gagging and sputtering on spit and precum. The man above you groaned with satisfaction and fisted your hair and forced his dick deeper into your tight throat. His thrusts came in a perfect rhythm with Sero's, and whenever you moved, you were getting impaled from either end.

Your limbs shook as you struggled to breathe with the cock in your mouth, and your pussy clenched around Hanta desperately. You felt tears stream down your cheeks as you sobbed for breath, enjoying every moment. You nearly squealed as Sero pressed a vibrator against your clit, and your vision fuzzed a bright white.

"Gonna cum, baby?" Hanta egged on, panting for oxygen. "C'mere Den, kiss me."

You whined loudly as you heard the two men kissing above you, and your stomach tightened and rolled around pleasantly. You gurgled on Denki's cock as you came, pussy pulsing with need and delight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kaminari moaned in tune with his thrusts, so close to the edge that you could practically taste his cum already.

"Oh shit, y/n. You're so— tigHT," Hanta groaned as he rutted against you one more time before you felt his warm cum fill your insides.

Right on cue, Denki hit his peak right after Sero, moaning about how good your mouth felt and how hot you were, "god, Hanta, she looks so fucking good like this."

Denki let out a choked whine as he finally let his orgasm take over his body, and he held your head in place as his semen ran down your throat. You choked it down before Kami pulled away, and you opened your mouth to reveal strings of saliva and cum.

"Holy fucking shit," Denki said, exasperated, "I feel like I'm not gonna go soft for a week."

"You alright, my love?" Hanta said softly as he let you fall onto your chest, ass still up.

"Hell yeah," you mumbled, your voice scratchy and sore from being face-fucked. You watched Kami stand awkwardly as Sero wiped you down with a warm cloth, taking care between your thighs.

"Denki, go get some water please," Hanta instructed as he rolled you over. "You did so good, baby. The best."

You hummed softly in response, already feeling your eyes flutter sleepily. Kaminari held out a straw to you, and you sucked down the cool substance thankfully.

"That was the best blowjob ever," Denki sighed happily, watching Hanta scoop out the cum from your cunt.

"It was your only blowjob, Kami," you mumbled teasingly, a soft smirk on your face.

You felt yourself drift into a calm state, and you could only hear the muffled voices of your boyfriend, and... your other boyfriend? You fell into a comforting, dreamless sleep, and you knew that Denki would make a great addition to your relationship.

[xo-alie-xo]

PORTWELL LONG GAME OR RINA SLOWBURN.

You can only choose one poison.🍷

Listen up my Wildcats.🐱

We all ship each character with happiness. No matter how much you love to hate them, a majority of us simply adores the characters and want the best for them. Then comes relationships and it's okay to ship our favorites.⛴

I'm a diehard Rina shipper and I know in my heart that they are series endgame. The set up, the natural chemistry, their mutual understanding, the surprises and angst literally put me on chokehold. So I'm 100% a Rina shipper till the end. I'm here for the slowburn and their development rather than one shots. They are worth the pain. 😭❤

Let me start with Ricky Bowen now.

Ricky shouldn't to be with Gina because he's hurting her mentality. He's not insensitive on purpose. Like when he tried to stop Big Red from telling her his message to Nina because he KNOWS it'll hurt her.

If you think, that Ricky didn't understand clearly when Gina confessed, think again. He shushed her. Kept their thing a secret from everyone. He knows he feels some type of way and she feels something too. But this boy is so used to safeguarding his childhood norms and has very little adaptability. Hence, he pretended to ignore everything between them because his home stability was falling apart and he clinged on to Nina, his constant childhood love.

He's a traumatised 16-17 year old boy that needs to heal and grow. This episode was heartbreaking because he had to accept that he had to let Nina go because their once upon a time fairytale had become toxic.

People change. I'm not the same person I was when I was 16 lmao. Being together as childhood lovers means growing together and accepting each other's growth. Which Ricky couldn't. He clutched to the idea of Nini. Even his love confession. It was sooo sweet but all he did was focus on their history.

This boy needs time to heal and maybe seek professional therapy. It would be so DAMN HISTORIC if Disney decides to take psychological issues seriously and show how he's dealing with his anxiety, pills and psychotherapy. He needs to breathe before he can be with any girl for that matter. He's hurting and isn't trying to hurt anyone on purpose. Including Gina.

Him asking her for advice on Nini was a dumb, insensitive move. But he's trying to find a way to build some supportive friendship that they shared in early season one.

As for now, this boy needs to get his own grip on life and heal.

As for our Queen Gina

In Gina's confession, she focuses on their future. She basically said, "I wouldn't quit on a possible future of us being together despite obstacles. Because I never quit. But moving away isn't in my control." Ricky deep down knows this, encouraged her to say it, teary eyed, despite right after getting back together with Nini. Gina is his future. She went to his new house. And I also have this feeling that when she was given a chance to stay, she stayed partly because of Ricky. She left a chance to be with her mom because she prioritised their relationship. Because she never quits. 💪🏼

But she came back and found out Ricky has gotten back together with Nini.😭 What she doesn't know is Ricky got together with Nina before her confession, and after Gina kept dodging his messages. She's hurt and questions why she returned because she isn't particularly close to anyone. Hence, she was so silent at the after party. She thinks it'll be fine, "she'll live", and finds other reasons to find permanence. Her arc this season has been settling down in East High, despite the pain of losing and being 'betrayed' by Ricky, she finds other reasons to stay. 🏡

This kind of contrasts her with Nina. Nina left her dream school and came to Salt Lake because she missed her established home, and not just because of Ricky. Nina returned and was loved and embraced by Ricky Bowen.💕 Gina came back to a semi new place called Salt Lake because of her promise of a future to Ricky. But she got stabbed and she bled. 💔🗡

Think about her situation. She feels confused, alone, heartbroken, out of place and seperated from her mom. She's broken and hurting too. And she doesn't need more from Ricky's accidental or intentional 'sick burns'. That's the one line where he was such a jerk and I can't defend him here. 😠

Here comes the Caswells.

Her second family. A place of healthy stability. A home that accepted her. Ashlyn, her roomie and her confidante. EJ, the misunderstood boy who saw her value and bought her plane ticket.

Let's get to EJ.

At first, I wasn't too keen on seeing Portwell's development. But then that video chat where they talk about the possibility of her staying and him convincing her. Had me sold for a solid brother-sister relationship. Few episodes later, when Gina's pain seemed to be oblivious to everyone, he was the only one who asked her how she was, and saw her glow. The comfort she must've felt.

Not that she needs a man's validation, but she must be feeling like a second choice and feeling a little insecure because of Ricky. But EJ lifts her up and I genuinely saw her smile. This boy has her back whenever. The man she can lean on and truly sees how special she is. She no longer feels alone now that she has his entire fam and other friends. She genuinely feels a place of belonging and happiness when she's the apple of his eye. Notice how happy she is? How happy this boy is? She's going through her own issues and she has found ground with EJ.

I was very doubtful when they started hinting at a romantic direction. Because EJ would be used as plot device again for a girl to get to Ricky.😤 This man doesn't deserve to be second best to anyone, just like Gina.😑 That's why I'm still hesitant on shipping them at least temporarily. EJ needs to be something even more special to Gina. They need to show each other how special and treasured they are to each other despite feeling like rejects. They are each other's source of comfort.

I'm sure they can keep EJ at East High for the next season. Whether it's the drama club, or the AV club or going to a local college. So he will be there for Gina. I don't know how they can work out a relationship with much distance as Rini's fell out when she moved away. So, if EJ leaves again, it'll again shake up Gina. Her being worried whether he'll date college girls, second thoughts, etc. I don't want them to go through that. And if they do move on to romantic Portwell, make sure it's not plot device for Rina. So you can either have Portwell endgame or Rina Endgame.

Basically I want Gina to be treated so right that she understands she doesn't need Ricky. And when he does ask her out, and he makes her feel like a second choice or a rebound, she says NO. Because EJ has helped regain her self assurance. Eventually I want Gina to confide in EJ about her and Ricky. EJ is jealous but also angry about how Ricky has been hurting her. And becomes damn protective of his 'babe'. Ricky gets jealous of their relationship, restarting Ricky and EJ's old rivalry. But this time, it's not because Gina is his girlfriend, but because she's EJ's best friend who he has a crush on and wants what's best for her.

If it's meant to be Rina endgame

EJ- RICKY, YOU IDIOT! You have no clue how to treat her right. You don't put her first. You mislead her. Get the hell away from her! She's too powerful and beautiful, she doesn't deserve your scraps. I know how she feels for you. I wish I were you. I would treat her like a queen. I don't mind even waiting years till she's ready. She deserves that. You're so lucky you have even a small chance that I may never have. So get your act together, prove you're worth it to win her over. All I want is for her to be happy. Even if it's with someone else. And maybe then I'll stop threatening you to stay away from her.😠

Ricky- .....I don't know what I'm more scared of. Change, or losing the girl I fell for or YOU. Okay, losing her but you're a close second.😬

If it's Portwell endgame.

Ricky- I messed up. Make sure you don't mess up with her. You'll regret it forever.

EJ- I'd rather get hit by thousand basketballs than ever hurt her. I'll be her plus one and her best friend until she's ready to be with me. I know she's ready now too. But I want her to know I'm willing to wait till she graduates before we make it official. I'm in it for the long game.

As for their age gap. I'm 100% sure Portwell won't kiss this season. If they do, it'll be next when Sofia turns 18. They are professional actors who are cast because they are the perfect fit for the role and are expected to carry out the storyline. But I suppose fearing some outbursts, they might delay Sofia kissing anyone till next season. It's so weird because Olivia was maybe 17 when Matt was 21-22 when they kissed in season one. But no one had a problem with that. But for this, they do. Remember, they are professional actors. They are acting! Sometimes, actors are over 10 years apart (but above 18) and act as romantic partners.

As for their characters, they are only two years apart. That's hardly any difference once you're over the age of 18. Age of consent is 16. But adults above 18 are only allowed to have sex with adults above 18. So, age isn't a problem here because EJ is a gentleman and is genuinely interested in her and isn't trying to get in her pants. So age isn't the issue when it comes to dating. It's the maturity. Gina is very mature and gives very sound advice. But I can see EJ being patient enough till she turns 18 just to kiss her because he loves her. 😚

As for the Ashlyn remark, "You look like a kid to me rn". He was JOKING.😂 Don't take things out of context. I tell my cousin sister that all the time. But she's three years younger than me and a grown adult. I don't see her as a kid but it's just a cousin teasing her younger cousin that's she's a little immature. I'm Matt's age and I'm very mature for my age and since I was a teenager, I always matched up with boys a little older than me. Now that I'm in my early 20s, I've dated boys even close to 30. So age is just a number.

EJ dating Gina and giving her quick kisses is fine. But to have a strong sexual element in their relationship (including making out), he'll have to wait till she's 18+. And I'm sure for that he'll wait till she's ready even past her early 20s. Age is really just a number and we can't help who we fall in love with. Trust me, I've been there.😂 So I can see EJ feeling conflicted about his feelings that are clear at this point.

They might not be a perfect fit, but they make each other sooo happy. They deserve a lot more than a short lived fling.😟 They are either endgame or Rina is. You can't have both as a Rina unless you're an EJ hater who wants him to exist as plot device. Nope! He's sooo much more precious than that.

But Jack on the other hand....I'm okay if he's the one to make Ricky or EJ jealous. Because he's just been introduced and it's okay if a character is used, but only once, for someone else to realize their feelings. 💁🏽‍♀️

In short.

Ricky needs help and needs to be on his own. No girlfriends allowed.🙅🏽‍♀️🚫

Needs to give both Gina and Nina space for them to grow on their own too.🌳

Ricky needs to understand the core of his problems and become more adaptable via therapy. Maybe the psychologist will point out his unresolved feelings for Gina, or he will conclude it himself. And in comes Ricky-pining-for-Gina season three.

Ricky needs to fully get over Nina before he moves on to anyone. Same for Gina if Portwell were to happen. No one deserves to be second choice.

Gina isn't Ricky's cushion. She's a living person with strong feelings for him and shouldn't be subjected to share his pain. She already struggles with her own issues.

Ricky needs to stay single till he wins back Gina and prove he's worth it. He needs to show even if another girl wants him, he'll never quit on Gina ever again. Even if he has to watch her be with someone else. *cough parallels*.

It's either romantic Rina then Portwell endgame OR Portwell flirty besties but Rina endgame. You and I can choose only one because my boy EJ shouldn't be used as plot device for a girl to leave for Ricky ever again.

Portwell's age difference can be practically solved and isn't much of an issue unless they get hot and heavy before Gina turns 18 which is impossible considering this is Disney. 🤣🤣

Jack and Gina will be plot device material and purely so sentimental to us OG Andi Mack fans. More than any ship, this is what I'm looking for. Sort of an Andi Mack crack ship for season 3a. It's gonna be soooo funny. 😍😂

I respect everyone's ship. I see what you're seeing. And I'm not going to invalidate your ship. But unless it's done right, I won't jump from the Rina ship. I liked Rini. I like Portwell. I like AU Juffy crackship haha.😂 But as for me, I'm still holding on to Rina slowburn.

Preparing myself for the pain. 😭🔥

(But if I had to pair two characters without Disney getting in the way, it would be Gini. The power duo. Undeniable chemistry. They can be written so well because of their layered relationship and contrasting personalities.🤩 The classic rivals to friends to lovers. But that's a talk for another day lmao.)

Thanks for reading my opinion, Wildcat!🐱❤

[hxt1b]

This Time

Sungchan x Reader brief Chenle x Reader 

Requested Prompt 17 Drunken Mistakes 

Genre: Angsty fluff (I think), College AU 

Warning: Swearing 

WC: 1.8k

Masterlist 

A/N: I hope you guys like this. Please excuse the grammatical errors, I read it over but I still may have missed some things. 

You'd only ever felt true regret a couple of times in your life. The first was letting your mom convince you into wearing a bright pink dress at your tenth birthday party. The second time was senior year of high school when you'd opened your stupid mouth to tell your best friend you liked him. Sungchan had stared at you for a couple of seconds before laughing, 'good joke.' He'd said and you'd laughed along with him after that. Internally feeling like you were dying as heat flooded your face. You definitely regretted that more than the pink dress. 

Yet you did your best to move past that, it took you an insanely long time but you did it, or at least you were working on it. This time you thought it might finally work. 

So here you were walking into a party, your hand tucked into your boyfriend, Chenle's, starting off your second year of university.

Sungchan trailed behind you both, he'd been in a weird mood since you introduced him to your boyfriend, but to be honest, you expected it, he never liked it when you talked to guys giving off this unnecessarily protective energy. So this time you just made sure you informed your boyfriend before you let him meet your best friend. 

Nonetheless, when the first interaction took place it was still deathly awkward. 

You were repeatedly wiping your hands on your pants as you waited for Chenle to buzz the apartment so you could let him in. Sungchan was sitting on your couch glaring at his phone as you both waited. 

"He's late," Sungchan said not looking up from his phone, obviously annoyed. You sighed grabbing your phone and checking the time. He wasn't late, it was just a minute past the time he said he'd be there. 

Not even a second later the buzzer went off forcing you to spring into action and get let him in. 

"Sorry, I'm late," Chenle said once he got to your door, a huge bouquet in his hands. 

Sungchan scoffed from his spot as he got up. 

"She doesn't like flowers." He said walking towards the door. Your boyfriend frowned, before looking down at you. You opened your mouth to object but Chenle spoke before you could. 

"That's fine because they're for you." He shoved the bouquet past you and into Sungchan's chest as your best friend stopped behind you. You giggled quietly as Sungchan scowled. 

It had been a month since then and they still didn't get along. But your boyfriend didn't scare off because of Sungchan. 

—

Sungchan hated his life. Why? Because it was a huge cosmic joke. The girl he was head over heels for liked him, well she liked him back in high school and he fucked it up. How? By being a dumb idiot that couldn't sort out his feelings to save his life. Now he was stuck in a constant state of peril as the girl of his dreams brought guy after guy. Selfishly he had managed to scare all of them off. Except for this motherfucker. 

You got up to go to the bathroom, Sungchan glared at the flowers on the counter behind your new boyfriend's head. His head was swimming with ways to get this idiot out of his way too. 

Sungchan didn't understand why he did it, not really, because he didn't know how to actually confess to you. But he couldn't watch you date other people. He realized he was being a selfish dick, but he didn't know how to stop. 

"I understand you." The boy said pulling Sungchan from his thoughts. Sungchan frowned at him, confused as to what he was getting at. 

"You want her for yourself. She told me how you're protective. Somehow you managed to drive off all the other idiots. They didn't deserve her anyway." The boy stared at Sungchan meeting his growing scowl with a smile. "I on the other hand like her a lot, and I'll be damned if I let you win this just so you can sit on your ass and do nothing." 

Sungchan hated him, he hated him with every fibre in his body because that night he was right. To this day he was right. Somehow he did everything right, he listened to you, said the right things, showed you his feelings. Sungchan should be happy for you, glad that you finally had a great guy one that even Sungchan could see was great for you. A guy that Sungchan could not be like no matter how much he wanted to be like him. 

So dragging his feet he trailed after the two of you. He decided that once he walked into the doors of that party, he would let go of his foolish desire. His pinning had to end, he had to let you be happy and move on. He had to for your sake, and his because he couldn't live like this. He shouldn't live like this. And so once he passed the thresh hold, he somehow got a hold of a bottle of Bombay Gin and that was the beginning of what he'd like to call the end. 

Except that it wasn't the end. 

— 

You realized that Sungchan was drunk when he started to slur his words and his cheeks took on a red hue. You realized that Sungchan was way too drunk when he threw his arm over your shoulders and dragged you to everyone in the party telling them that you were his bestest friend. 

Chenle was off playing beer pong with some of his friends. Whilst you made sure Sungchan stayed on the life side of things. You took the Gin away from him leaving it on the counter as you dragged him to a couch to sit on. He was a lot taller than you, and it was becoming exhausting supporting his weight. 

"You know," He started as you pushed him into the couch, "I want to tell you a secret." 

You laughed at how drunk he was, you hadn't actually seen him this drunk since high school. 

"What's up?" You asked. 

"I like this girl." He said. You laughed again, and even though you didn't want it to your heart clenched. You felt guilty because you had an amazing boyfriend, and it had been two whole years of liking this idiot. You should be over this, but maybe it took time, and maybe Chenle would help it, but maybe he wouldn't. 

"Who?" You asked finally settling into the couch next to him. 

"You." He said, just as Chenle walked over. Your heart felt like it stopped, your breathing coming in slowly as you stared at your boyfriend. 

"I need to go home." You said getting up as Chenle grabbed onto you. He took your face in, his eyes scanning your features and simply nodded guiding you out the house. 

— 

You were ignoring him, and he wanted to say that he couldn't understand why. Sungchan wanted to say that he was so black-out drunk the night before that he couldn't remember anything. But he remembered. He turned over in bed groaning loudly into it as the night played in his head again. The pain on your face that you couldn't even hide torturing him as he closed his eyes. 

His phone finally rang with a call from you at six pm. Sungchan was still in bed, his head aching. He grabbed his phone from under his pillow however and quickly answered. 

"I'll be over in five minutes." You said and hung up. He cringed at your tone, whatever he was about to hear from you wasn't going to be pleasant. 

You started speaking before he could even open the door. A hard shove moving him out of the way as you barged in. 

"-fuck you. You are a selfish prick. I don't care how drunk you were. I have tried so hard to move on do you know that?" You asked him. He flinched back from you. Your eyes were angry and all of the anger was directed at him and every bit of it valid. He couldn't look at you so he turned his head to the floor fixating his eyes on his own feet. 

"Do you understand how hard I've tried?" Your voice broke on your last word, and Sungchan's head snapped up to your face. You were crying, he moved forward his body moving before he could stop it. He gathered you into his arms but you pushed away from him, going to the far side of the living room, deeper into his apartment. 

He stayed glued to his spot. 

"I hate you!" You yelled, your tears flowing out your eyes as you began to sob. Sungchan's hands twitched at his side his heart broke as he watched you. 

"I hate you so fucking much!" You yelled again. Sungchan's eyes stung but he didn't take them off you. Not again, because he did this to you. 

"I've liked you for so fucking long and the moment I almost move on you fucking do this." You slumped into his couch, your hands covering your face as you continued to cry. 

Sungchan quickly moved to your side, his hands pulling at you until you were settled against his chest. He blinked his eyes controlling his own tears before he spoke. 

"I'm sorry Y/N. I'm so sorry, and if I could take it back I would." You only cried harder at his words soaking his black t-shirt as he held you. 

"Fuck you Sungchan." You said again as your hand fisted into his shirt holding him closer to you. 

Sungchan held you until you calmed down. 

Pulling away from him you wiped at your face. 

"Chenle and I broke up this morning." You said, and even though it shouldn't Sungchan's heart sang in his chest. 

"He was pissed. He said that he should have known from the beginning that he was in a losing game." Your voice shook as you spoke. Sungchan grabbed at you again but you pulled away from his grasp. 

"That doesn't mean I'm just going to date you." You said clearly still angry. 

Sungchan nodded, trying to hide his smile. "But you'll let me take you out eventually?" He asked 

You looked over at him again, your eyes were swollen from the crying and your hair a mess, somehow you still looked perfect to him. 

"Maybe." You replied. 

"How about Friday, two weeks from now?" He asked. You narrowed your eyes at him, and he smiled back at you. 

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 6." 

You rolled your eyes at him. Which only prompted him to ask another question. 

"So what movie do you want to watch tonight and where do you want to get take out from?" He knew you would stay, he knew you'd cuddle him. He knew you too well. Because although you grumbled, although you were mad, although you hated him currently. You leaned back into the couch your shoulder leaning into his. 

"Pizza, and you’re paying." 

This time Sungchan wasn't going to do nothing. This time Sungchan was gonna get his girl. 

[1-800-smash]

I've been thinking lately, how do you think bakugou, denki, and todoroki would react to having a crush? Like would they directly confess or deny it but their feelings show through their actions without knowing it?(i just know bakugou would be that type👀)

「 what is this feeling? 」

feat. bakugo, todoroki, and kaminari

summary: no one is a stranger to the feelings of crushing on someone, especially in high school. it all depends on your own actions to see what becomes of it.

warnings: none.

word count: 802

request: @anon —  ❝I've been thinking lately, how do you think bakugou, denki, and todoroki would react to having a crush? Like would they directly confess or deny it but their feelings show through their actions without knowing it?(i just know bakugou would be that type👀)❞

a/n: let me just say, that i couldn’t agree with you more on that last part. great minds do think alike, huh? i hope you like it! ♡ — shelbs.

submitted — [09.29.20]

⚘ there is no denying how frustrated bakugo would be at having a crush. 

⚘ on one hand, he doesn’t want a distraction from his own goals, but on the other, all he wants to do is hold you in his arms and keep you there.

⚘ he can’t even handle his own thoughts sometimes, he’s constantly battling himself with what he should do.

⚘ but no matter what, he’ll NEVER admit it.

⚘ well not at least until he’s sure you feel the same way, of course.

⚘ you would become the only person he doesn’t yell at.

⚘ and god so help anyone who made hurt you, he would blast their ass up so bad as soon as he heard.

⚘ but would absolutely deny doing it for you, would probably make up a lame excuse as to why he sent their ass to recovery girl for a week.

⚘ once he’s sure you feel the same, he’ll force you to wait for him after school and clumsily tell you how he feels.

⚘ he struggles to get the words out but when he does, he feels like a huge weight has just been lifted off his chest.

⚘ you stand there trying to process his words and he takes your silence for rejection.

⚘ “whatever.” 

⚘ just as he’s about to turn and walk away you stop him with a kiss, and he is absolutely FLOORED.

⚘ “don’t walk off before i have the chance to answer you, idiot.”

⚘ poor boy would be so confused with his feelings.

⚘ like why does he feel so warm inside every time your next to him? or why he wants to be around you all the time?

⚘ this could go either one of two ways: he avoids you or he makes an effort to be around you more.

⚘ he would definitely go easy on you during training and even give you some advice on where you needed it.

⚘ gets the overwhelming urge to protect you and keep you safe, he hates seeing you upset or in pain.

⚘ he will offer you his food if he senses that you are upset in some way or are not eating, claiming that he’s not that hungry.

⚘ would not realize what these feelings are until one of his friends mentions it to him, he’d deny it at first and say that you’re nothing more than good friends.

⚘ but he can’t deny it anymore after catching a glimpse of you talking to your friends at the other end of the room, your jovial expressions igniting the all too familiar warmth in his chest.

⚘ it isn’t until that moment, so simple yet so complex at the same time, that he realizes just how much you light up his entire world.

⚘ he asks you to wait for him after school that day where he finally confesses all these confusing feelings he’s had for you.

⚘ he’s so nervous because he has no idea if you even feel the same way.

⚘ but when you embrace him and tell him you feel the same, he feels like he’s on top of the world.

⚘ “i didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way as i do, todoroki.” 

⚘ “please, call me shoto.” he smiles.

⚘ the two of you walk back to the dorms hand in hand after.

⚘ he would absolutely ask you out the second he laid his eyes on you for the first time.

⚘ how could he resist such a gorgeous woman such as you?

⚘ expect him to hit on you constantly and deliver the most cheesiest pick-up lines.

⚘ “are you a parking ticket? because you’ve got fine written all over you!”

⚘ i mean honestly, if you didn’t have a clue about how he feels about you by now then there must be something wrong.

⚘ he would always want to hang out with you and do things together, doesn’t matter if they’re romantic or not.

⚘ he just loves being around you.

⚘ would also be very quick to notice anything different about you and give you a compliment.

⚘ cut your hair? it looks gorgeous! bought a new outfit? you look stunning! you screwed up your eyes and have to wear glasses now? you look even better than you did before!

⚘ nothing gets missed by him.

⚘ he decides to confess you after school when the both of you are walking back together.

⚘ he stops and you follow his lead and look at him as he confesses how much he’s liked you since the beginning, that it wasn’t just him joking around.

⚘ and in that moment he notices how beautiful you look standing there, a cute expression of amusement written over your features as the cherry blossom petals cascade around you. 

⚘ “woah, you look like you could be in a shojo anime right now!” 

⚘ “shut up!” you snorted as you pushed him, still laughing when you intertwined your fingers with his. 

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