#oh god am I being shy for having a crush ON MYSELF?

[sam-oberg]

Traced over some photos of me to practice, coz now that I've realiesd I'm auto I felt I wanna be better drawing myself… it feels cheesy, and still a bit weird, but hey!

[tetsuskei]

notes: repost from my old blog, based on an old post and brief convo w rei @/sir-kuroo. divider by the great remi @/cafekitsune <3

warnings: office au, self indulgent, reader is a few years younger than kuroo

“do you come here often?”

kuroo tetsurou, a colleague, slides up next to you in the breakroom. his personality is suave and carries an air of sharpness, yet warmth and comfort. he’s always gone out of his way to make those around him feel welcome, and you’re no short of that. if you could think of a household name for your company, it would be his. many speak of him but rarely do many actually see him.

you wonder what’s made him grace yourself with his presence—coincidence, or fate?

he grins boyishly, rocking his feet as he looks at you with the most shining (and pretty) hazel eyes.

you blink slowly, processing his words.

“um…i work here. we’re coworkers.” you answer slowly, nodding to your work badge before resuming your activity of making your daily coffee. your heart starts to race at being watched and you try not to spill anything.

you don’t blame kuroo for not knowing exactly who you are. you work in the art department while he does promotion. you’re like two ships sailing past each other in the night. you’ve crossed paths a few times during brainstorming sessions and kickoffs for projects, but you never fully interacted before. at least not directly. only short pleasantries have ever been shared between each other.

the man’s face pales, smile faltering as you unintentionally dismiss his—quite sad—attempt at getting with you. he quickly regains confidence, though.

you hear him laugh softly before he shifts his weight to his opposite foot. “well just as i thought. i guess that means we work together, huh?”

kuroo watches your nose crinkle cutely as you frown and then laugh nervously, “kuroo-san, i don’t mean to say this with any disrespect, but if you’re still confused, i can contact HR for you.” maybe because you’re new he doesn’t know you’re a full time employee. did he think you were a temp? a freelancer?

and as crushed as kuroo currently is, his heart flutters at the way you say his name. he doesn’t know how, but your obliviousness is endearing and wholesome. he only wishes to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to make you see what he’s trying to say.

the reality is, he’s seen you around many times. only just now did he work up his own courage to start a full fledged conversation with you. you’re very cute. shy, he can tell. but that only makes him more intrigued and persistent in getting to know you. you remind him a lot of kenma, actually.

said best friend implied kuroo was being shy himself, but he’ll deny it to the grave. he’s too stubborn to take his advice on how to approach you.

and the result? an embarrassingly horrible joke he came up with due to word vomit. he didn’t expect to run into you, but by the grace of god, you’d been right where you are, and he did not want to miss this opportunity.

he rubs the back of his head. “ahh no. i don’t need that, but thanks. i appreciate it.” he says, ending his reply with your name.

your eyes widen in surprise. “you…know who i am?” you blink, tilting your head.

kuroo thinks he’s acquiring cute aggression.

he nods, “of course i do. i know the names of practically everyone here.”

“oh.” you say, deflating a little, hope dissolving from your heart. your fingers tap your mug in thought. “right. it was just that…it seemed like you didn’t know i worked here, so i was confused.”

he clears his throat, noticing your dejection, “no! i definitely do! sorry, i worded myself wrong earlier. i-it’s just that—never mind.” he runs a hand over his face, and you’re shocked to see how nervous he suddenly appears. he always seems so confident and sure of himself, you wonder what could be going on now.

“no worries or hard feelings.” you laugh, and his shoulder sag with relief. did you know your voice could be so calming?

the tall man exhales, releasing the rest of his nerves. “allow me to start over. hi, i’m kuroo tetsurou, i work in the promotion department.” he shakes your hand, “i’ve seen your work. it’s really impressive.”

you palm is clammy as you return the handshake and introduction, but the smell of his cologne makes you feel more at ease.

“it’s nice to formally meet you, kuroo-san. you work for the jva is nothing short of amazing.” you reply.

“oh,” he quickly becomes bashful, a humble smile on his face, “it was nothing, really.”

he changes the topic, “but enough about me. back to you. i’ve been meaning to tell you all of that for awhile, but never worked up the courage to. i really should have sooner, i appreciate all that you’ve done to make the jva as successful as it is.” he continues, smiling. he hopes and begs that you don’t see his cheeks turning red.

your expressions lifts again, and kuroo can’t help but notice the small dimple in your left cheek. “thank you! that’s very kind of you, kuroo-san! you didn’t have to thank me at all, i’m just doing my job.”

“that’s true, but you’re very talented. needed to at least acknowledge that.” he nods.

“i guess so! the last project did require a lot of late nights and hard work…” unbeknownst to yourself, you start to ramble about your process.

his perceptive nature looks over your features. he notes the way you hold yourself, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater–a pink one he’s always been able to identify you by. your eyes seem to travel when they hold contact with someone for too long. you purse your lips when you’re lost in thought. but when you’re comfortable, you use your hands to gesture, expressions surprisingly animated, which make you seem more animated than your usual reserved state.

noticing the way he stares at you, you quickly stop, feeling embarrassed.

“oh! i’m so sorry, i’ve been talking your ear off. you probably didn’t want to know all of that…i bet you’re busy anyways.” you say, bowing out of apology.

kuroo only shakes his head, “ah it’s not a problem at all! you’re truly mistaken! it’s nice listening to how you work. i don’t have a creative bone in my body, so it helps me to understand better. plus, you have a very nice voice.”

wide eyes blink up at him and another smile pops up on your face. you giggle, “thank you! you’re very kind!”

“no problem,” he steps back slightly, clearing his throat, “i know this is the first time we are really talking but…would you…like to get lunch sometime? to get to know each other better?”

you think about work and your connections. as a new employee this would be good for you, right? to build more healthy work relationships. the more people you can know, the better. especially across different departments.

a smile appears on your face and you nod. “why not? should we invite anyone else to join? i think—“

he laughs, shaking his head, “no sweetheart, just you and i.”

you’re stunned. “o-oh…”

“you can say no, i won’t be offended.” he assures.

panic resides in you and you frantically wave your hands. “it’s not that! i’d be more than happy to! i mean, i’ve been looking to get to know you better anyways!”

a hand flies to your mouth and your eyes widen once you realize what you just said.

“w-what i meant was…it’s better to get to know someone 1 on 1 anyways! yanno?” you correct, heart pounding out of your chest. you’re screwed. he’s going think you’re weird.

kuroo smirks, a small hum of appreciation escaping him as he nods, “right, of course. well, i’m glad to hear that. why don’t we exchange numbers ahead of time so we can talk details later?”

after typing each others numbers in, he notices you just entered your first name into his phone.

he softly says it out loud , and a weird, twisting feeling forms in your gut. a small part of you wishes he’d say it again.

“um…you can call me that if you want, but don’t feel pressured to.” you tell him. “i’m just not too big on formality.”

he shakes his head. “not a problem at all. it’s a very lovely name.”

“thanks, kuroo-san.” you beam.

“call me tetsurou. it’s only fair, right?” he winks, patting your shoulder. it shocks you how big his hand is, but you quickly peel your eyes away from it.

he steps back, pocketing his phone before looking at his watch. “well, i should be off now. but we’ll catch up later? i’d love to pick your brain about an upcoming idea.”

“s-sure!” you call, waving after him. “see you, tetsurou!”

he waves back, saying over his shoulder, “do me a favor, yeah?”

“what’s that?”

“remember it’s okay to be proud of your work. you worked hard, so own it.” he says, sending you a warm smile.

“right, i will!” you nod. your heart is full from his advice, and you cling onto his sentiment.

“‘tetsurou’, huh?” your coworker, kazuma, walks up besides you as soon as the rooster head is out of sight. “when did you start getting buddy buddy with the head to the promotion department?”

you raise a brow. “what do you mean? that’s the first time i’ve actually had a full conversation with him. i don’t know why i was so scared to! he’s a very nice guy!” you explain.

he laughs, nodding. “right, ‘nice guy’…”

you blink. “what? did he do something to someone?” you lean in, whispering, “did he like…beat someone up?”

kazuma rolls his eyes, sighing as he fixes his own coffee, “nothing of that sort. you’ll figure it out.”

before you can question him, he turns on his heel and leaves. you start after him, but he’s too fast for you so you give up.

“weird…” you mumble. you shrug before deciding as unfortunate as it is, you should get back to work.

throughout the entire duration of your walk back to your desk, you realize two things.

1, you left your coffee in the break room, and 2–

you notice that under the notes section of kuroo’s contact, he’s put, ‘prospective work husband’.

oh. shit.

that’s what it was.

kuroo was flirting with you the entire time.

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[bestedoesmeow]

⋆Barmen Charles leclerc x Younger reader⋆

inspired by the summer I had few years ago. Still thankful for the experience, and joy you brought to my life even though we are not really in good terms right now :)

'' One summer your whole system of understanding love changes due to some monegasque barmen that you meet on a holiday that you thought to be just like others.''⋆

PART 1 ( click on the title to listen to the song while reading the story!!)

'' I am just gonna go and get a bottle of water from the bar. Why am I making such a big deal out of it?" You are talking to yourself, while your hands are shaking with the excitement you feel and your blood is rushing crazily through your cheeks. It's hot—unbelievably, amazingly, and almost unbearably hot for someone to even try to walk. But there you are, walking in a rush in your swimsuit and sunglasses, with flushed red cheeks and shaky hands because of the image you have of him in your mind. You are afraid that you are going to forget how to talk when you see him—his pretty green eyes, showy smile showing off his dimples, the almost invisible freckles he has on his nose due to the humidity and salt. Is he 24? Maybe 20? You don't know anything, probably you don't even care though—all you care about is how he makes you feel whenever you see him standing at that bar, preparing drinks for people and sending that shy yet confident smile at the same time whenever someone says "thank you" or "you look handsome." Old ladies, their daughters, and even some gentlemen—everyone there is in awe of how handsome and charming he is. It would be a pity if you weren't. You don't know if you feel jealous that he has too many options or feel happy that you are not alone, with everyone adoring him. While wishfully thinking, you realize you are almost standing in front of the bar, with the sounds of the harsh sea in your ears and some people sitting on the chairs behind you after getting out of the sea to grab something to eat. Lunch? Probably.

"What can I get you?" His French accent echoes in your ears, leaving you even weaker and more vulnerable to any attack. He smiles at you—those dimples, those damn dimples. Those smiling eyes and his welcoming gesture—almost too welcoming that you start to think about telling him everything. Right there, just right there.

"Can I get a bottle of water? It's getting even hotter and I just can't stan—" You stop, wondering why you just couldn't get the water and go. Did you really have to?

"Oh, it's unbelievably hot today," he says. "I can't tell you how many t-shirts I've changed into. It's freaking hot," he adds. You feel the sweat drops on your back flow down by the time he stops speaking. Thanks, thanks for not leaving me there cringing hard at myself. Thanks for talking back about the fucking weather and making it seem like a big issue.

"Why don't you take a seat? I'll make you a Martini. Pink? That'll cool you off for sure."

You try to comprehend the moment, his voice, his offer. You look around to see if he has anyone other than you to talk to, but it seems like you are alone.

"You aren't underage, are you?" he says this time. It is the fourth time he has spoken, but there is something in your throat that controls you, and you just can't come up with words. You take a seat, and your bikini drips some water.

"I am wet, like, so much that I probably shouldn't sit, so I'll only get the water, thank y—"

He cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence, as if he is just as excited to talk with you. At least you wish he is.

"Oh, come on, do you think people who come here to drink are all suited up? Don't worry, I'll take care of it after. Martini?" His French accent is even more visible now, and he is raising an eyebrow at you. Is he being flirty or just being nice? Or is he always like this?

"Yeah, okay," you say, trying not to sound so unsure, excited, or like a teenager who has a crush on an older guy who seems like a Greek god or a prince?

He nods and looks into your eyes before acting to prepare your drink, while you pick at the sides of your nails.

"What is your name?" he asks suddenly, and you are not expecting it. It's too much for you to handle, and your heart is almost about to stop with all the affection from the guy. You are determined not to show it, though.

"Oh, it's Y/N."

"That's a nice name. Mine is Charles, nothing special, you know," he says while pouring your drink with almost shaky hands. Is he okay? Or too shy? Or are they forcing him to make connections with people?

"I love your name. I mean, I love the name 'Charles,' sounds magical, maybe?" His lips are curled into a wide smile, while little sweat drops are determined to fall from his forehead.

"You think so?"

"Yes, it's a great name. You should realize it too," you say this time before taking a sip from the Martini he just prepared for you—with his own, freaking beautiful hands.

"How old are you, huh?" he says. He leans his body on the counter, and his gaze is focused on yours. His green eyes wander around your face while you try not to turn your head around because the connection is too much more than you can handle.

"Nineteen."

"That's a nice age. I am 24, and I feel like I am already too old to do lots of things," he says. Finally, he cuts the eye contact to clean some glasses left behind by the people who just thanked him for the delicious drinks.

"Well, that's wrong. You look much younger, though, if it helps," you say. Did you really say that? You can't believe you can just sit there and talk to him—the guy you've been drooling over for almost three days maybe? Is this what magic feels like? Or am I in a dream?

"Thanks, amour. That's so nice of you to say. How long are you planning to stay here? In France?"

"We are leaving this weekend." And I am also leaving you here, with all of my beautiful feelings and all of my dreams.

"That's bad. Have I served your family before? How long have you been staying here?"

"About a week, maybe? Yes, and you have. They like you, to be honest. Your vibe is all over the place."

SHUT UP. TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, HUH? STOP IT. HE'LL THINK YOU'RE DESPERATE.

"That's so nice to hear such a thing from someone like you. How come you never came to the bar?"

"I did, but it's always too crowded, you know? It's hard to find a place to sit."

"I know, I know," he says, and he turns his head to take another hotel customer's drink order. You take another sip from the Martini before wrapping your towel around your shoulders and pretending to get up from the chair.

"Thanks for the drink, Charles," you say, hoping he can hear you. You wouldn't take it personally if he couldn't, though.

"Nice meeting you, Y/N," he says, leaving the shaker there to say goodbye to you. He left his job to say goodbye to you? What is going on here? Can someone punch or pinch you?

He comes closer to you before handing you a napkin with some numbers written on it.

"Call me before you leave, so we can spend some time together. We can hit the downtown or go anywhere you'd like to see, huh?"

"Yes, of course."

He leaves you there with bouncy heart, sweaty palms, shaky legs, and body. His cologne follows you to your room, along with the dream of him.

[sserpente]

After Christmas

“This wasn't the first time you ran from the police, was it?”

Eddie grinned. “Nah.”

Words: 1452 Warnings: fluff and… running from the police I guess?

“What do I do?” Flabbergasted, you stared at the game board before you, blinking as if their position would change on their own accord.

Your party had packed up and left about ten minutes ago and while Eddie was gathering his super-secret DM notes, you made no move to get going as well.

“They’re gonna save you,” Eddie replied matter-of-factly. “They have to. If you die, they’ll never be able to infiltrate the castle.”

Your character had been abducted by an NPC today, one you had thought you could trust because damn, Eddie was the best Dungeon Master you had ever played D&D with. The way he told the stories, described what was happening, set the scene and acted out the non-player characters… he was incredible, and it was hardly short of a miracle you’d quickly—secretly—developed a crush on him.

And now, one of the sexiest NPCs he had made up for your character to unintentionally drool over had kidnapped them and dragged them to their secret lair. A vampire… eager to turn you into their obedient and pretty little spawn.

“She’s gonna turn into what she hates the most!”

“She might not if your party saves her in time.”

“Eddie, what am I supposed to do in the next session? What’s gonna happen to her?”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. She’s not lost yet. Strahd’s obsessed with her. He’s not gonna hurt her, he won’t let her die. He might, uh…” Eddie paused and gave you a timid glance. “He might take her for dinner and then hang out with her at Lover’s Lake, trying to win her over?”

“Are you asking me out right now?”

“Maybe?”

Your heart jumped. “Jesus, I’ve been waiting for you to do that since we first met! I was too shy to ask you…”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

You chuckled. “Yes.”

“A-alright then…” he laughed, cheeks turning red. “What do you fancy?”

“I’m happy with a burger and fries. And then a beer after?”

Eddie nodded. “Sure. Let’s go.” He was beaming. And all of a sudden, his super-secret DM notes were all but forgotten. You were rather proud of that, truth be told.

Heavens, the boy was nervous. Gone was the dominant and confident dungeon master giving your characters a hard time—instead, Eddie tried his utmost best to be a gentleman. He opened the car door for you, insisted on paying for your burger and fries, and Jesus, the little touches he stole had you melt.

“Look what I got,” he said once you’d both finished your meal at Benny’s. He pulled out a small and crumbled plastic bag filled with two pre-rolled cigarettes.

“Is that what I think it is?” you asked, lowering your voice.

“Yep. That shit’s strong as fuck. Rick let me keep two for myself, for a special occasion.”

You smiled, tilting your head at him. “Oh? Am I the special occasion?”

“Yes. You are.” He called you by your character name, putting on his Strahd voice in the process. You giggled as if you were drunk. Drunk on him. God, you probably were.

“Hey, Eddie? What would happen if my character did end up turning into a spawn?” you asked as you walked back to his van and made your way toward Lover’s Lake. It was pitch-black outside by now, the street lanterns doing little to illuminate anything but the road ahead of you which made driving directly into the woods almost a little scary, especially with all the snow around you.

“Well… I’d be able to control her. She’d be bound to obey Strahd which means he could order her to turn on her own friends if he wanted to.”

“It’s starting to sound a little like Beauty and the Beast though. If Strahd takes her out for burgers and then a romantic get-together by the lake, I don’t think she’d mind being his spawn.”

“Oh, you say that now.” Eddie grinned as if he’d already planned the most evil campaign he could possibly think of. “I’ll keep her… I mean he… he’ll keep her all to himself.”

Blushing, you looked out of the window in an attempt to calm your rapid heartbeat. Mere moments later and before you could drown yourselves in silence, the car came to a stop. Eddie parked only a few yards away from the lake and shut off the engine before helping you climb out and then retrieved a picnic blanket from the boot.

“You came prepared.”

“A DM has to be ready for all eventualities.”

“Like kidnapping an elf princess?”

“Like kidnapping an elf princess and seducing her to stay with him until she falls in love with him.”

Soon enough, you were smoking together, cuddling, and watching the surface of the quiet lake glisten under the stars. You talked about D&D, music, dreams, love, and life… until you were pretty certain that you had found the one.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I never thanked you. When I moved here, I expected to be an outsider all over again. Let’s face it, society doesn’t like people like us. I don’t know what I would have done without you. Thank you. You’re a hero, you know. A rockstar.”

Eddie smiled, his cheeks reddening. He looked absolutely adorable in the pale moonlight. What if you simply… leaned forward and kissed him? It would be so easy… you’d been wanting to do it for so long, and now that you were here, by the lake, in the dark, just the two of us… there was nothing stopping anymore, now was there?

“Munson? Is that you, kid?” Hopper. In other words—police. Damn it. Panicked, you scrambled back to your feet in an attempt to destroy the evidence of weed. But there was no way of course you’d be able to get rid of the smell before he reached you.

“Shit. Come with me. Run.”

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him through the forest before you had properly processed his sudden flight instinct. But then again, it probably wasn’t the first time he got in trouble with the chief…

Through the trees you went, running until you were out of breath and giggling all the way until the sweet metalhead beckoned you into what you could only describe as a boathouse. Empty beer cans and tools were lying around, a couple of fishing rods along the side.

“In here, quick!” He pointed at the boat and pulled the tarp back so you could hide inside. You climbed in and watched how he all but jumped into the boat himself and then drew the plastic cover over the both of you.

Silence, heavy breathing. The scent of weed, cigarette smoke, and his leather jacket filling your nostrils…

It was a lot more comfortable than you’d expected. Someone—either Rick or Eddie himself—had loaded a shit ton of blankets in the boat, presumably to hang out in… or to do other activities. Either way, you weren’t going to complain. It was cosy. Cheeky.

“This wasn't the first time you ran from the police, was it?” You shuffled closer, smirking at him.

Eddie grinned. “Nah.”

“He’s gonna find your car eventually.”

“Yeah. I’ll deal with that tomorrow. Rick won’t mind if we hide out here until it’s clear.”

His grin turned downright mischievous—you couldn’t see it properly, of course. But you could certainly feel it instead, especially when he pulled out a green plant-looking object out of the inner pocket of his battle jacket.

“What’s that? More weed? It’s too dark, I can’t tell.”

“It’s a mistletoe. Stole it from our neighbour when she threw out her Christmas tree.”

“Wait… how long has that been in your pocket?”

“A few days. Guess I was, uh… waiting for the right moment.” He didn’t have to say it. That moment was now.

Smiling, you cupped his face in your hands and pulled him close for a kiss. His soft lips moved against yours almost timidly even though it became clear fast he had experience. You wrapped your leg around his hips, a sigh escaping you when he got a little braver and deepened the kiss by teasingly sliding his tongue across your lower lip.

“Damn…” Eddie whispered when you both broke away for air.

“Do you think he gave up?” You whispered. Your lips grazed his, his taste lingering in your mouth.

“Probably. But we should probably stay here… for a while… you know… just to be sure.”

You grinned. “I can think of a few things to pass the time. I hope you brought condoms too.”

“Damn…” Eddie said again. It was the last word either of you spoke for the next hours.

A/N: Damn, how is the year almost over?! Oh well! I've got one last New Year's Imagine planned to post on the 31st, you can vote which character I should write it for if you like! ♥

[yesisaidit]

*Edited to add plain text at bottom.*

I want to imagine for a moment what was going through Nick and Charlie's heads when they share their first kiss. The build up had to be incredible. The tension caused by their attraction a palpable and electric thing.

Charlie's inner thoughts.

Nick's inner thoughts.

Charlie, feeling hopelessly lost and all in his feelings for Nick, thinking, I can do this. I can be his supportive friend. I mean, he's my best friend. This is what best friends do right? They talk about their crushes and support each other. It's fine if he doesn't have a clue what he does to me. I can't tell him or he won't be so casual about his touches…maybe that would be a good thing? No, no, I'm not ready to give up Nick hugs or the way he grabs my hands sometimes. No. Charlie, keep your feelings to yourself. Deep breath, be his friend.

Meanwhile, Nick is sitting next to him in full panic mode.

Come on, Nick. You can do this. Just look at him and say, Hey Charlie, guess what? I think I might like boys too or at least one boy. God that's awful! I can't say that. Plus it's not the same, is it?. I don't like all boys like this, just one very particular boy. Right? God, he's so close to me I can smell his shampoo. It would be totally weird if I just sniffed him wouldn't it?

And then Charlie asks, "Was Harry being serious? Do you have a crush on Tara?"

Nick, scrambling mentally, What is he even talking about! How could he think…

"No! No. Definitely not!" That was too aggressive wasn't it!?! Too strong of a response. Oh God! Look at him looking at me. How could I not want to kiss him? Oh…kiss him. Do I want to kiss him? Complete and total yes. I might burst into flames if I don't.

Charlie glances away, feeling shy from the strength of Nick's no and the intensity his gaze. You're his friend, he is straight. He's always intense, so fucking sincere it hurts to look at him sometimes. Jesus Charlie. Get a grip. Does he know what that look is doing to me? Does he know how soft and huggable he looks right now? Does he know…

Charlie: "So… you don't have a crush on anyone at the moment?" Am I a glutton for punishment!? Apparently I need to hear Nick Nelson tell me in person that he's straight. I am pathetic.

If only he knew! "Well…I didn't say that." Was that too obvious! God! I should have Googled…how to tell your best mate that you are attracted to him…he gets it now, right? He's going to ask and I'm going to tell him and…

Fuck. It's got to be that Imogen girl then, right? Or it could be some other supremely gorgeous girl. My chest aches. Suck it up, Charlie, you knew this would happen. This is what comes of falling for a straight boy who also happens to be the best friend ever. Fuck! Don't cry!?! I am such an idiot! "Oh…um…What's she like then?"

He! What's he like?!? He's well, he's you Charlie. I'm going to just tell him. "You're just going to assume they're a she?" Hah! It's you, Charlie! You're amazing Charlie! Oh no. He looks shocked. I'm a bit shocked myself! Oh God! What if he doesn't feel like that towards me! What if he just wants us to be friends! If I keep looking at him, he's going to know, but I can't look away. He's just so incredibly beautiful. So soft and lovely and brave and amazing.

*Gay Panic* WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID HE JUST SAY!?! What did he just say!?! Did he just imply that his crush might not be a girl! I have to know. I have to ask! "Are they...are they not a girl?" Gaghshjdiej!!! No…Don't look away! Just tell me Nick! Don't you see what you're doing to me!?!

Stop staring at his lips. Focus! Say it! It's you, Charlie. It's you. You. Just say something! *Gay panic* "Um…" Fuck!

No, wait. I can do this! I can say it! I can't. I'm a fucking coward. Come on, Nick! If you want something you have to fight for it! Do we want this?

Yes, we abso-fucking-lutely-do!

I think I made him nervous….Christ Charlie! Coming out is terrifying. Of course he's nervous! Don't make it worse! Ask an easier question. Put your feelings on hold and reassure him! Calmly now, "Would you go out with someone who wasn't a girl?" Brilliant you twat! Because that's an easier question!

Look at him and say yes, you! Do it! (Turns to look at Charlie. Panics Forgets how to breathe.) "I don't know…" Take a breath you moron. Another one. Now tell him. Yes, if it's you, Charlie. I'd go out with a boy if it's you. I think. "Maybe...?"

Way to go, Nelson! You're a fucking idiot. Just use your words, mate! Shit! He looks…sad?…Distraught? He's looking away. Fuck! I blew it. This isn't fucking hard Nick! Right!?! I'm only trying to tell my best friend that I think I'm half in love with him!

That was an intense look wasn't it? I'm not imagining things. He was looking at me with…need? Maybe he's still unsure of his sexuality. Let's push the boundaries a bit. (Shifts closer. ) Deep breath, I'm shaking. I can do this, you can do this Charlie. (Lays hand near Nick's.) I can feel the heat of his hand it's so near mine. I can feel his heat and hear his erratic breathing. He's so close. (Closes his eyes.) God, I want to kiss him. Please…Let this work. "Would you kiss someone who wasn't a girl?"

Uhh! His voice! How can it be hoarse and soft at the same time!?! I have freaking goosbumps. Goosebumps! Only Charlie tangles me up like this. Would I kiss someone else who wasn't a girl? "I don't know."

Crap! That's not what I meant. I meant..No! Because it's you! It's all you! Ask me if I like you! Ask me if it's you. Ask me if you're what's different and special. Can't you see it in my eyes!

Be brave Charlie. Just give him a little nudge. See how reacts to the contact.

Can't you tell that it's you!?! I'm going tell him….(Charlie touches his pinkie to Nick's and Nick's brain short circuts. His breath hitches and his heart swan dives right off the deep end. His stomach clenched with equal parts nervous butterflies and excitement like he's never known.) Charlie's initiating contact! He never touches me first! Holy…fuck.

He's not pulling away…that's good, right? Oh. My. That's quite the look. Nick… Do you know what that look does to my heart? Does he have any idea…I have to know if he means what I think that look is saying.

Jesus, looking at Charlie is like looking at the world. The whole great big, beautiful, crazy world is right there in his beautiful eyes.

Here we go. It's now or never. The next moment will change everything. Be brave Charlie. I can do this. "Would you kiss me?" Oh no…Don't look away. He looked away. (Turning his head to stare at their pinkies, which are still touching.) I'm an idiot. Of course the answer is nnn…Is that him? Is that no…is he…did his pinkie,…is he touching me more…Oh My God! He is! (Charlie's brain short circuts.)

Those sparks. It's like there are sparks under my skin. Every part of me lighting up. I'm one giant fuse to a firework of feelings and life that only came awake because of this beautiful boy. Looking at him, being with him, touching him…it's like I'm breathing for the first time. It's like finally being alive. He is so beautiful. Evey. Single. Piece. Of. Him. Would I kiss him? Yes. Yes, I would. "Yeah." Really articulate Nelson! But honestly, I'm so overwhelmed with all that I feel, right now, this moment, for him, I'm lucky I could talk at all and not just nod like an idiot. We srere going to kiss now aren't we…we have to…I don't think I can keep breathing unless I know if his lips are really as soft as they look. Does he takes as good as he smells? Do I lean in? Am I supposed to initiate? I've only kissed one other person and I was 13! (His frantic brain quiets with one thought.) Charlie! Charlie will take care of it. I just have to trust Charlie. And I do, I trust him. And I need him to kiss me, just him. Just you, Charlie.

He. Fucking. Said. YES!! Slowly Charlie. Be cool. Don't freak out! This is his first kiss, with a boy. This is OUR fucking first kiss! And he's scared, but maybe excited too, I think…

I'll just, move slowly. Give him time to change his mind. Please don't change your mind! I think I might die if I don't get to kiss you. I need to kiss you, like I need air, like I need food or water. I need you. Just you, Nick.

And then, they kiss.

And it's everything!

And not enough. Not nearly enough.

So they kiss again.

❤Let me know if you want more.❤

@jason-pd you asked, so I wanted to make sure you saw it. I hope you like it.

I want to imagine for a moment what was going through Nick and Charlie's heads when they share their first kiss. The build up had to be incredible. The tension caused by their attraction, a palpable and electric thing.

Charlie, feeling hopelessly lost and all in his feelings for Nick, thinking, (Charlie's inner thoughts: I can do this. I can be his supportive friend. I mean, he's my best friend. This is what best friends do right? They talk about their crushes and support each other. It's fine if he doesn't have a clue what he does to me. I can't tell him or he won't be so casual about his touches…maybe that would be a good thing? No, no, I'm not ready to give up Nick hugs or the way he grabs my hands sometimes. No. Charlie, keep your feelings to yourself. Deep breath, be his friend.)

Meanwhile, Nick is sitting next to him in full panic mode.

(Nick's inner thoughts: Come on, Nick. You can do this. Just look at him and say, Hey Charlie, guess what? I think I might like boys too or at least one boy. God that's awful! I can't say that. Plus it's not the same, is it?. I don't like all boys like this, just one very particular boy. Right? God, he's so close to me I can smell his shampoo. It would be totally weird if I just sniffed him wouldn't it?)

And then Charlie asks, "Was Harry being serious? Do you have a crush on Tara?"

Nick, scrambling mentally, What is he even talking about! How could he think…

Nick: "No! No. Definitely not!"

(Nick's inner thoughts: That was too aggressive wasn't it!?! Too strong of a response. Oh God! Look at him looking at me. How could I not want to kiss him? Oh…kiss him. Do I want to kiss him? Complete and total yes. I might burst into flames if I don't.)

Charlie glances away, feeling shy from the strength of Nick's no and the intensity of his gaze. (Charlie's inner thoughts: You're his friend, he is straight. He's always intense, so fucking sincere it hurts to look at him sometimes. Jesus Charlie. Get a grip.)

( Nick's inner thoughts: Does he know what that look is doing to me? Does he know how soft and huggable he looks right now? Does he know…)

Charlie: So… you don't have a crush on anyone at the moment? (Charlie's inner thoughts: Am I a glutton for punishment!? Apparently I need to hear Nick Nelson tell me in person that he's straight. I am pathetic.)

(Nick's inner thoughts: If only he knew!) Nick: "Well…I didn't say that."

(Nick's inner thoughts: Was that too obvious! God! I should have Googled…how to tell your best mate that you are attracted to him…he gets it now, right? He's going to ask and I'm going to tell him and…)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Fuck. It's got to be that Imogen girl then, right? Or it could be some other supremely gorgeous girl. My chest aches. Suck it up, Charlie, you knew this would happen. This is what comes of falling for a straight boy who also happens to be the best friend ever. Fuck! Don't cry!?! I am such an idiot!) Charlie: "Oh…um…What's she like then?"

(Nick's inner thoughts: He! He's well, he's you Charlie. I'm going to just tell him.)

Nick: "You're just going to assume they're a she?"

(Nick's inner thoughts: Hah! It's you, Charlie! You're amazing Charlie!

Oh no. He looks shocked. I'm a bit shocked myself! Oh God! What if he doesn't feel like that towards me! What if he just wants us to be friends! If I keep looking at him, he's going to know, but I can't look away. He's just so incredibly beautiful. So soft and lovely and brave and amazing.)

(Charlie's inner thoughts. *Gay Panic* WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID HE JUST SAY!?! What did he just say!?! Did he just imply that his crush might not be a girl! I have to know. I have to ask!)

Charlie: "Are they...are they not a girl?" (Charlie's inner thoughts: Gaghshjdiej!!! No…Don't look away! Just tell me Nick! Don't you see what you're doing to me!?!)

(Nick's inner thoughts: Stop staring at his lips. Focus! Say it! It's you, Charlie. It's you. You. Say something! *Gay panic* Nick: "Um…"

(Nick's inner thoughts: Fuck! No, wait. I can do this! I can say it! I can't. I'm a fucking coward. Come on, Nick! If you want something you have to fight for it! Do we want this? Yes, we abso-fucking-lutely-do!)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: I think I made him nervous….Christ Charlie! Coming out is terrifying. Of course he's nervous! Don't make it worse! Ask an easier question. Put your feelings on hold and reassure him! Calmly now,) Charlie: "Would you go out with someone who wasn't a girl?"

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Brilliant you twat! Because that's an easier question!)

(Nick's inner thoughts: Look at him and say yes, you! Do it! (Turns to look at Charlie. Panics Forgets how to breathe.)) Nick: "I don't know…"

(Nick's inner thoughts: Take a breath you moron. Another one. Now tell him. Yes, if it's you, Charlie. I'd go out with a boy if it's you. I think.)

Nick: "Maybe...?"

(Nick's inner thoughts: Way to go, Nelson! You're a fucking idiot. Just use your words, mate! Shit! He looks…sad? …Distraught? He's looking away. Fuck! I blew it. This isn't fucking hard Nick! Right!?! I'm only trying to tell my best friend that I think I'm half in love with him!)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: That was an intense look wasn't it? I'm not imagining things. He was looking at me with…need? Maybe he's still unsure of his sexuality. Let's push the boundaries a bit. (Shifts closer.) Deep breath, I'm shaking. I can do this, you can do this Charlie. (Lays hand near Nick's.) I can feel the heat of his hand it's so near mine. I can feel his heat and hear his erratic breathing. He's so close. (Closes his eyes.) God, I want to kiss him. Please…Let this work.) Charlie: "Would you kiss someone who wasn't a girl?"

(Nick's inner thoughts.Uh! His voice! How can it be hoarse and soft at the same time!?! I have goosebumps. Goosebumps! Only Charlie tangles me up like this. Would I kiss someone else who wasn't a girl?) Nick: "I don't know."

(Nick's inner thoughts: Crap! That's not what I meant. I meant..No! Because it's you! It's all you! Ask me if I like you! Ask me if it's you. Ask me if you're what's different and special. Can't you see it in my eyes!)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Be brave Charlie. Just give him a little nudge. See how he reacts to the contact.) (Nick's inner thoughts: Can't you tell that it's you!?! I'm going to tell him….(Charlie touches his pinkie to Nick's and Nick's brain short circuits. His breath hitches and his heart swan dives right off the deep end. His stomach clenched with equal parts nervous butterflies and excitement like he's never known.) Charlie's initiating contact! He never touches me first! Holy…fuck.)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: He's not pulling away…that's good, right? Oh. My. That's quite the look. Nick… Do you know what that look does to my heart? Does he have any idea…I have to know if he means what I think that look is saying.) (Nick's inner thoughts: Looking at him is like looking at the world. The whole great big, beautiful, crazy world is right there in his eyes.)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Here we go. It's now or never. The next moment will change everything. Be brave Charlie. I can do this.)

Charlie: "Would you kiss me?"

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Oh no…Don't look away. He looked away. (Turning his head to stare at their pinkies, which are still touching.) I'm an idiot. Of course the answer is nnn…Is that him? Is that no…is he…did his pinkie,…is he touching me more…Oh My God! He is! (Charlie's brain short circuits.))

(Nick's inner thoughts: Those sparks. It's like there are sparks under my skin. Every part of me is lighting up. I'm one giant fuse to a firework of feelings and life that only came awake because of this beautiful boy. Looking at him, being with him, touching him…it's like I'm breathing for the first time. It's like finally being alive. He is so beautiful. Evey. Single. Piece. Of. Him. Would I kiss him? Yes. Yes, I would.)

Nick: "Yeah."

(Nick's inner thoughts: Really articulate Nelson! But honestly, I'm so overwhelmed with all that I feel, right now, this moment, for him, I'm lucky I could talk at all and not just nod like an idiot. We're going to kiss aren't we…we have to…I don't think I can keep breathing unless I know if his lips are really as soft as they look. Does he taste as good as he smells? Do I lean in? Am I supposed to initiate? I've only kissed one other person and I was 13! (His frantic brain quiets with one thought.)Charlie! Charlie will take care of it. I just have to trust Charlie. And I do, I trust him. And I need him to kiss me, just him. Just you, Charlie.)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: He. Fucking. Said. YES!! Slowly Charlie. Be cool. Don't freak out! This is his first kiss, with a boy.

This is OUR fucking first kiss!

And he's scared, but excited, I think…

I'll just move slowly. Give him time to change his mind. Please don't change your mind! I think I might die if I don't get to kiss you. I need to kiss you, like I need air, like I need food or water. I need you. Just you, Nick.)

And then, they kiss.

And it's everything!

And not enough. Not nearly enough.

So they kiss again.

[lokisivy]

Gorgeous- Eddie Munson

(part 1)

warning: semi-dark Eddie, Henderson reader.

burnt my fingers 2 times today now I'm writing with one hand. also, my cat is drinking from the cold water I made for my fingers

pov changes throughout the chapter

senior year, my year, the Hendersons have a thing for blooming late. I already had a nice body, but i didn't expect it. My summer was basically gaining weight on my tits and ass not that I was complaining. I had the perfect body for my 18th birthday, but senior year will be the years everyone knows who I am.

"Are you nervous?" I asked Dustin.

"Kind of," he said nervously

"You got nothing to worry about you will be fine I'm there no one will dare to touch you."

I enter the doors of the high school with Dustin

"I will go find Mike and Lucas," he informed you giving him a small nodd

you went to your locker to put your stuff and head to class.

"Last year huh you think anything freaky will happen," Robin said behind the locker door.

"Upside down freaky or high school freaky?" I giggled "Both." she answered

"Oh hell no, Im not going through that again. Let's go to class."

your first classes ran faster than you expected as you went to the cafeteria for lunch. Until you bump into someone

"I'm sorry I didn't see you," I said before looking up.

"Eddie? aren't you supposed to be graduated?"

You have a huge crush on Eddie. You don't even know it. Your heart just flutters or skips a beat when he is around you. You wanted to ask him out last year, but you knew he would reject you since you were 17, and he was 20. You were too shy, though it's not like being 18 will change anything.

"I know, sweetheart. I'm asking myself the same question." he said, giving me that bright smile of his.

"Come on, let's go to the cafeteria." he said, putting his arms around my shoulders.

we sit at our table eddie on the front me on the side and the rest sits next or opposite.

"so eddie I've been meaning to ask you, can my brother and his friends join hellfire they are pros at DnD." I said nerouvously

the group looked at you like you were about to get murdered you were confused, as in Eddie was never rude or mean to you.

"Sure, bring them over." eddie said, giving you a smile

You called Dustin and his friends to come over.

"Eddie, I'm Dustin' Y/Ns brother. It's a pleasure." Dustin said, pulling out his hands to shake Eddies, but eddie doesn't give his hands out.

"Sit down!" Eddie yelled at him

They all took a seat next to me. I gave Dustin, 'I told you, so look.'

...

"So just meet me at the forest after school." You heard Eddie tell Chrissy from a distance. Your blood boiled, what are they doing? is going out with her? why do I care it doesn't matter.

You take your books out of the locker, and when you shut it - "Hey sweetheart." Eddie said, smirking at you. God, he is gorgeous. Can I say it to his face?

"Hi." You said plainly.

"Why are you upset my love cheer up we are graduating this year." he said smiling. my stomach filled with butterflies

My love.

"I am graduating. you I'm not so sure." you left leaving him there

did he do something wrong? Was he coming off strong? not strong enough?

he wanted you to know he liked you he flirts with you all the time but you always seem to be scared or nervous. he was even nice to you about Dustin joining DnD.

while you were walking to class Eddie grabbed your waist and lead you to a closet.

"Have I upset you, sweetheart? Why are you abrupt? " said, pining you against the door arms next to your head

''You should take it as a compliment,'' you said

He chuckles

he doesn't know that fucking ruined you for anyone else you could only think about him seeing him with Crissy made you jealous. Like you were about sink and drown and die, why isn't he yours?

"You should go. You wouldn't want Chrissy to know you in a closet with me," I said, looking up at him, his face leaning down his arms on the door behind me.

"You are mad because of a drug deal? chicks smoke weed, you know." his face is coming closer to yours

"I know that," you said breathlessly

"Then what's the problem?" He whispered

"You don't know how long I've waited for you to have you burn for me like that." he said, his voice deeper than normal, twirling a string of curls on my hair.

huh?

"Eddie,"

"You want me to kiss you, darling?" His lips so close to mine I'm almost gonna faint from the airs being so thick

"You want me to fuck you so hard against this door while everyone outside hears your moans?" He voice goes lower. He hovers his lips above my neck, "answer me!" He bangs his hands on the door

"What -"

you were interrupted with a kiss

[enhy4en]

enhypen maknae line as college roommates

pairing: enhypen maknae line x gn!reader

genre: fluff, roommate trope

warnings: not proof read! none that i think of but of course, please let me know if there are any :D

word count: 1.4k

note: i am aware that they are more fitted for the high school trope but this is just part 2 of my hyung line one! this is how they would be like if they are at that age.

sunoo

well he’s just a delight, isn’t he?

wrong!

don’t get me wrong, he’s a really kind person.. just not when you live with him and see him for most of the 24 hours in your day

he’s extremely friendly and he has been since the moment both your eyes met when you twisted the doorknob to your shared apartment that one fateful day in june

he’s not annoying or evil

not like that. he just a bit different and well, overwhelming.

he just seems clingier than the usual roommate. clingier than the clingy roommate even.

you’re just not used to this and the feeling when he comes close. so you tend to distance yourself from him a lot of times.

now, you’re in the living room. you were watching the new episode of your latest ongoing show hyperfixation.

and just as you were about to reach for the remote control, familiar hands snatch them faster from the other side of the couch.

it was none other than, your incredibly great roommate, kim sunoo.

you don’t know if it’s just you or he feels it too, but both of your personalities just do not match.

which is a pity, because you kind of promised yourself you’d be friends with everyone in college and maybe find a new best friend there.

you had even hoped your new best friend was the one you had to share a bathroom with for four years.

but alas, he was far from being your best friend or even a friend.

calling you both acquaintances is euphemism enough.

“i won’t give it to you ‘til you answer my question.”

“sunoo, just give me the remote. you don’t like this show anyway.”

“no. hear me about out first.”

“then i’ll have the tv after?”

“sure, it’s all yours tonight.”

you raised your eyebrows and entertained his wager.

just what was he going to ask?

“why do you hate me so much?”

well, you didn’t expect THAT.

“i don’t? what made you say that?”

you tried to defend yourself. because it’s true, you don’t hate him.

“then why do you always avoid me?”

“again, i don’t. it’s not you, sunoo. it’s me.”

“god. i haven’t even confessed yet and you’re breaking up with me already?”

“-guess i’m not used to being friendly and clingy- wait, confessed?” your words stopped when you processed his.

“WHY do you think i became like that two weeks in?”

“oh my god.”

“it’s alright if you don’t like me back, y/n. i just wanted to know why you were avoiding me.”

“no. oh my god, because i think i know the reason i’ve been avoiding you.”

his face forms a question mark.

“just like i’m not used to making friends, i think i’m also not used to having a crush on my roommate, the person i see every second of the day.”

he laughed. “you mean i’ve been beating myself up for nothing?!”

that night, you and him became friends. you talked. you even watched the tv together, the remote long forgotten.

eventually, you both became closer.

and i think you know what happened next.

others after the cut!

jungwon

he would be a really good roommate.

he’s never loud, he respects your space, HE IS VERY CLEAN

you even saw something that looks like an organization system

like wow, real people use that?!

you couldn’t ask for more.

except, he would never talk to you outside of necessity.

which kind of annoyed you, because you found him cute the first time you saw him wave at you when he opened the door.

maybe he was shy or introverted, you didn’t know.

until the day his SIX friends went over (with your permission of course)

you were surprised he even had more than two friends. i mean, he couldn’t even speak a word to you that’s not about your apartment.

they came over to watch a movie. they even invited you to join them.

so you did, you had nothing to do anyway.

when jay (yes you knew one friend’s name because they introduced themselves to you, without you even asking.) finished setting everything up, he went to sit beside you.

you pass by each other in the hallway at your college building, you were familiar with each other.

to your surprise, jungwon ALSO sat beside you. you knew when you caught a whiff of the buttery scent coming from your left side.

jungwon was microwaving the popcorn two minutes earlier.

but so what? maybe he had nowhere else to sit on but there. so you decided to pay no mind.

you see him enough every day, why should you care if he sits beside you?

maybe it’s the thought that he actively chose to sit beside you.

or maybe it’s your growing curiosity with him as a person.

or maybe…

“you want some?” you heard a whisper

from the person in your thoughts. now’s the time.

you took a handful, “sure, thanks.”

well, you can always ask him why he doesn’t talk to you beyond necessary later, right?

you were startled. also, there were six more people than usual. so, you decided to keep quiet until the movie is done.

but 25 minutes in, you felt a noticeable weight pulling your left shoulder blade down.

what was that?

who else…

you turned only to see his grown out lashes pointing down.

he was asleep on your shoulder. the perfect shape of his mouth discernible from your peripheral.

you thought he was so cute, pouting in his slumber

he was asleep…

ALREADY?

ni-ki

i feel like he’s too young for me to be thinking of him as a college student but it is what it is. This is the prompt so let’s go.

riki would definitely be on the more playful side, as we’ve seen him with the others.

however, it took a long time to get to that side of him. a lot of warming up had to be done.

the first few days, he was really quiet. not introvert kind of quiet, it was more like he didn’t know what to do.

he was a freshman! so you took it upon yourself to make him feel welcomed and at home.

you exerted a lot of effort in cooking for the both of you, so you could talk over dinner.

you knocked on his door to offer him sliced fruit. “hey, i don’t know if you’re up for some fruit but i cut some up. here!”

well, you sound more like a parent than a roommate at this point but you didn’t care!

riki seemed to be smiling quite more. he was initiating the jokes and slicing up the fruits with you.

he was noticeably more talkative and playful now.

one night, you were becoming really anxious about this big exam you’re gonna have the next day.

it was like everything depended on that piece of paper that will sit above your desk tomorrow.

so you were more behaved than usual. you almost didn’t talk to riki except for the morning that same day.

“good morning, how was your sleep?” he never really failed to ask this. you smiled, “surprisingly good. ask me for the sleep i’m definitely not gonna get later tonight.”

he looked up from the television he was playing video games on with concern laced in his eyebrows. he tilted his head, “rest if you need to. i’ll be here the whole day.”

chuckling, you answered, “of course, you’ll be here. i bet you’ll still be on the couch after i finish studying.” 

“a bet?” he shook his head, “you better pay up if i finish first.”

reaching the final pages of your readings, you identified a sound coming from your door. riki was knocking.

‘what could he want now?’ you thought as you stepped towards the knob.

when you finally opened the entrance, there wasn’t a silhouette nor a shadow of a person. who else could have been knocking?

you tried to look for whoever could have been in front of your room.

you scanned your apartment from your place to see if riki was still immersed in the video game franchise he’s been playing for weeks now.

you were right, he was.

by this time, you wondered if he was playing some kind of prank on you. 

he could well be doing so. after all, he keeps telling you to loosen up a little, to rest.

after shrugging your thoughts off, ‘maybe the knock was THE prank,’ you looked down. 

sliced apples on a plate waiting to be eaten by you. you chuckled because they were kind of wonky, but it is the thought that counts.

[writers-vlogx]

Rafa x male reader

ohhh rafa would be a fucking mess if he found himself crushing and obsessing over another man

(Rafa is a Latino man in the 80s, and he is also involved in one of the most violent businesses that exist, he is not the best dealing with liking your own sex)i can see rafa going throw a rollercoaster of emotions while feeding his obsession , yeah he doesn't understand why he wants you but hell he is not gonna let that get in his way

rafa is usually very upfront about what he wants but this is new as fuck for him so i can see him trying to persue you in an akwardly defensive way,you would need to make some moves towards him

hear me once he wrapped his head about being into men he

would kneel for you, my man can't fight how in love he is.

I see him shutting down any kind of hateful comment you get "haber pinches pendejos que vergas dijeron" he would not let anyone, including felix, give him shit he is ready to shoot anyone in the face if they disrespect you

OMFG ANON REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME WITH THAT AMAZING BRAIN YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH, BEING A MAN WHO LOVED RAFA FROM THE MOMENT I SAW HIM WAS A STRUGGLE THERE WAS NO CONTENT FOR HIM LOVING MEN, BUT ITS OKAY YOU AND I HAVE THE SAME VISION SO ILL DO IT MYSELF 😌😌

Imagine Rafael caro quintero finding out he's gay

Okay mf's strap in because I could and will write multiple parts if I have too, also side note and I mean it, you have any idea you want me to create? Send it! I don't care how weird or stupid, funny, sad scary you might think it is send it to me! Because when I get requests like these I know that people want to see the same content I want to write, it was something I never planned to post because I thought no one wanted to see it, just goes to show if you communicate with me I'll answer back so PLEASE don't be shy, we need more representation everywhere!!

I am so sorry that was suppose to be short but now for what yall are REALLY here for

Rafael caro quintero liking men? Oh the poor man is confused, like these are the 80's and he's in the most fucking dangerous business to just wake up one day and realize "oh sh*t I like men"

He meets you through the cartel of course, working with you always leaves him feeling something...strange, he thought he just liked who you were, after all you were funny, nice company and you could get the job well done

He thought that was it for a long time, I mean you were a great business partner and a great friend too, you would always listen to him when he had any sort of problem, and would stop him from GETTING into a problem more times than he could have counted. You were always up to drink but always stopped him whether he liked it or not so he could still be coherent enough to not be absolutely wasted, and on the rare occasion he was? You always made sure he got home safe, either sending him home or taking him yourself

When he needed a place to stay your doors were always open and when he fucked up really bad, like the type of bad you don't come back from? Somehow you always found it in yourself to let him back in

You were a best friend to him, someone he could truly rely on no matter what, so why did he still feel so sad everytime you had to leave? Or angry when you wouldn't contact him for days, and absolutely enraged when he saw girls trying to hit on you at social events?

He thought he was just watching out for you, for the longest time he made the excuses of "es que quiero lo mejor para ti compadre" or "No guey es que créeme que me lo vas a agradecer luego" and "Yo sabré quien es bueno para ti, porque aquí no hay nada más que pinches zorras"

He always had a weird warm feeling in his chest when you would place your hand on his shoulder, or when you hugged him after a favor or a really tough time and god the things he did so that he could feel that touch again

I think the changing point in his feelings would hit him like a train...nah nah more like a yacht because man when he does, he just...absolutely looses his mind like I'm talking physically you can see him age like 20 years

The point of no return happened in a very drastic way and unexpected too, like I can see him just finding out about a new girl who your "messing" around with and just absolutely exploding with rage and betrayal

Let's say your over at his house, you guys are alone a couple of beers in the table and the music playing in the background when you start talking about this really pretty girl your seeing lately, nothing to serious but it's the way you talk about her and how pretty her smile is and how perfect she looks he can just feel the anger bubbling up inside him because when he sees the smile in your face he just can't stand it.

you should be talking about him that way telling HIM how handsome he is, how much you love him, and he can't stand it anymore he feels like if he sits for just one more minute he's gonna die

So he yells out something he didn't mean to say, something that only he knew. The things he wish he could say to you "Pues ya guey ya esta bueno!" No rafa shut up " "Ya no chinges guey!" No don't say anything you'll regret "No necesito estar escuchando tanta chingadera de tu parte" Shut the fuck up now don't go any further he felt so angry he grabbed at your neck slowly tightening it as he kept talking

And then it stops, all of his anger turns into dread, because he realized what he said to you honestly it would shock you, to find that he felt about you that way and it would take a lot of talking, and feeling vulnerable emotions for yall to work it out

But when he has wrapped his head around the whole ordeal and he's finally established what yall are, no one and I mean absolutely no one disrespects yall

When he first comes to Felix and explains it, he leaves very clear the fact that he will not take bullshit from anyone. Not even Felix, he talks and makes his point very clear, absolutely no one is brave enough to say anything, those that do end up dead within seconds.

His love for you however would be so gentle, having been through so much, and living with such a dangerous life he's happy to have found someone who he can rely on, and honestly if he finds that anyone said anything to you, oh he's looking for blood.

You can have the man at the palm of your hand, but please remember he's been through so much, he really needs someone who will be ever so gentle with him, and will deal with all the shit he brings along with him. It's not easy especially while being gay but your love for each other and the fact that yall are in one if not the most dangerous fields ever makes yall unstoppable. A little extra story- Rafa almost killed Felix the day he decided to call you the F slur as a "joke"

Like just imagine angry rafa being like "FELIX HIJO DE TU CHINGADA MADRE AHORA SI YA VALISTE VERGA CABRON" also "NO SE TE VUELVA A OCCURIR DECIRLE HACI A EL OH ESTA VEZ SI TE MATO GUEY" and let me tell you he never made such mistake again, when I tell you rafa is dangerous I MEAN IT.

[thedanoriddler]

Hi omg I love ur work🥺🥺 I was wondering if u could do Edward nashton meeting his old crush from the orphanage while he is riddler accidentally? Like they both wanna kill this guy and he realises who she is 🥺🥺💕💕 thank u

Oh my god, I love this idea! I’m afraid I got a little carried away and it ended up becoming a full on fic at this point but… hopefully you’ll enjoy!

Warnings for fluff, the first parts are literally the cutest thing I’ve written 💚 also for talk of death and murder but this is Eddie/Riddler we’re talking about so 😂 I apologise in advance for any OOC nonsense, it’s been a long few weeks for me 😭

Also, there aren’t any gender terms so I suppose this is a gender neutral reader but I’ll admit that while writing it, I was imagining myself (a woman) 😅 I imagine the reader later on in the story is a little like Selina Kyle because… well, you’ll see. Hopefully it’ll make sense in the story! But the reader doesn’t have a particular gender in this story so… yep! All genders can enjoy! ❤️

********

After the death of your parents, you were of course sent to the Gotham Orphanage. It was difficult enough losing both of your parents, let alone being forced to now live in what was quite possibly the most underfunded, dirty, cold orphanage in the world. To add, the adults in charge were unsympathetic, not caring that you were grieving your lost family, and the other kids were largely no better from what you could tell. You immediately hated it there, and you wished more than ever that you could go back to how things were before - you and your parents, happy and together.

There was soon one bright spot though.

You had seen the shy boy with glasses a few times around the orphanage, usually reading or working on some kind of puzzle; he didn’t appear to have any friends, and you’d even overheard some of the other kids make fun of him, but because they were older and bigger, you hadn’t been able to step in. He seemed so unlike the other children at the orphanage, you thought, and you wondered if it might be worth speaking to him - even if you only had one friend, it was bound to be less lonely than having none. It took a few weeks before you had the right opportunity to talk to him away from anyone else and also after settling into your new “home”, but eventually the right moment came.

It had been a chilly autumn day, and you saw him sitting outside under a tree away from the other children playing - you didn’t really want to play with any of the other kids, so you decided you’d speak to the shy boy, maybe ask what he was doing. You noticed that he looked surprised when you sat down opposite him, glancing around as if expecting you to be sitting with someone else, as if you were only sitting near him as a coincidence.

“Hi,” you greeted, somewhat awkwardly. “I’m (Y/N).”

The boy blinked and didn’t speak for a long moment, and you briefly wondered if he even could speak - perhaps he was mute or something. Just as you were debating apologising for disturbing him and leaving, you heard a quiet voice.

“I’m… I’m Edward.”

“Edward.” You repeated it, determined to remember it. “Umm… What are you reading, Edward?”

He looked down at his book and back, still perplexed that you were talking to him - it was obvious he was mostly ignored. “Oh, I’m not reading… Well, I suppose I am, but… It’s a riddle book actually.”

“Riddles? Like… Like a problem you solve?”

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly to himself. “Sort of. They can be misleading or puzzling, and you have to be smart to solve them - that’s why I like them.”

“Huh. Can you try one on me?” You ask, your interest piqued.

“Oh.” He looked surprised by your question but still flipped open his book and searched for one hurriedly. “These are super easy ones, but… The less of me you have, the more one is worth; treat me with care as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”

You wrinkled your nose up as your thought, which made him smile even more to himself; it took nearly a whole minute to consider what he’d said before you figured it out. “Is it… a friend?”

“Yes!” His eyes lit up behind his glasses, and you realised absentmindedly that he had green eyes. “Yes, it is a friend! You’re the only person who’s figured it out when I’ve asked them!”

For the first time since your parents had died, you felt yourself smile, almost wryly. “So… Are you asking me to be your friend?”

His mouth opened and closed very quickly. “I… umm… I…” It was clear that he was worried he’d offended you somehow. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, if- if you don’t want to be then… then that’s okay…”

You looked at this shy but intelligent boy in front of you, at his huge glasses and the way his cheeks had gone pink, and knew immediately what your answer would be. “Yes.”

“Y- Yes?” His eyes were even wider than ever, voice no louder than a disbelieving whisper.

You smiled and moved closer to him. “Yes, I want to be friends.”

****

Edward Nashton was not only your friend - he was your best friend, and you were his.

The two of you spent most of your time together, usually finding an empty room or quiet area of the orphanage to be alone in away from the other children, and you were practically inseparable. You did a lot of puzzles - not just riddles but also jigsaws, word problems, sudoku, even card games - together, and when you weren’t playing those, you’d sit and talk for hours. You’d never had a friend like Eddie, not even when your parents had been alive, and being around him made dealing with their loss so much easier.

It didn’t take long for you to trust Eddie or feel at ease with him, and you told him everything; you told him about your parents, about where you used to live, your old school, about how they died. He listened intently to everything, and you knew that he never forgot anything you told him - he was so smart, much smarter than a lot of the other kids in the city, and you knew he could memorise things easily, especially when it came to you.

You learnt that Eddie had lived at the orphanage ever since he could remember, that he could barely remember his own parents - and the small scraps that he did remember about his parents weren’t nearly as wonderful as what you knew about yours. You were understanding yet horrified when he recounted that he could remember his father hurting him and calling him “stupid”, and you told Edward that he was the smartest person you’d ever met - and it was the truth.

Neither of you were particularly liked by the other kids at the orphanage - mostly Edward was targeted by your peers, although you found that you also got teased and made fun of for standing up for him, for hanging around with him. You wouldn’t have had it any other way - Edward was your best friend, and that was that. You mostly ignored the others, knowing they weren’t worth your time.

But Edward got it much worse than you; he’d been there longer, and his intense love of puzzles and riddles singled him out. You saw the bruises on your friend from being pushed over, the way the frames of his glasses repeatedly got snapped, and even on one occasion you’d been the one who found him after the others had forced his head down a toilet. It made you so angry, so full of rage, that people could treat him like this - and that the orphanage staff did nothing to stop this. In fact, the staff didn’t even attempt to hide their dislike of Edward, ignoring the bullying even when it happened in front of them and even encouraging it at times.

You wanted nothing more than to hurt the people who hurt your best friend.

“They’re just jealous,” you told him firmly as you finished taping his glasses frame back together - thankfully, the lenses were intact still. “They’re all jealous because they know you’re ten times smarter than they ever will be, Eddie. You’re going to go on to do great things, you’re going to change this city, and they’re afraid of that - afraid of how powerful you’ll be.”

He sniffed, putting his glasses back on his face before looking at you with a hopeful stare. “You think so?”

You nodded emphatically. “I know so.”

He smiled weakly, allowing you to smooth down the collar of his shirt and help fix his hair; after a moment, he looked at you in an almost bashful way. “You… You called me Eddie.”

“Huh. I guess I did.” You met his eyes. “Is that okay? Can I call you that?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie breathed, and the way he looked at you made you feel somewhat funny inside. “I… I like you calling me that.”

“Good.” You beamed at him happily before taking his arm. “Come on, we’ve got time until the dinner bell - enough time for you to help me finish that crossword.”

****

It was official: Eddie had a crush on you, his best friend.

As you both hit adolescence, he started to realise it more and more; he had always liked you, obviously, as you were his best friend - but this was different. For a while, he’d passed off the intensity of it as just really caring about you because of your friendship, because neither of you had anyone else - you were the only good thing in his life. But as you both started to grow out of childhood, it became more and more obvious that what he was feeling wasn’t platonic at all.

It wasn’t platonic to feel a warm tingle whenever you touched his arm, he realized, nor that he had thoughts of wanting to embrace you, of holding your hand as you walked everywhere together. He noticed more and more that he was staring at your mouth and wondering what it would be like to kiss you, what you’d taste like, and even how you might react if he just kissed you randomly. Oh, and it definitely was not platonic to have dreams about you, especially not dreams that left his heart pounding and body tense.

Eddie had it bad for you, but he was scared of you finding out - scared not only that you’d reject him, but also that it would ruin your friendship completely and he’d then have no one anymore. He imagined scenarios of your possible reactions to finding out he had a crush on you, but he knew you’d never like him back, not like that - of course you wouldn’t, he thought miserably, because you were so amazing, so incredible, that why would you like him in that way?

He tucked away memories of certain moments in his mind, knowing that reliving them in his thoughts was the closest he’d ever get to actually being in a relationship with you; your beautiful eyes lighting up at the sight of him, a hand on his arm or shoulder, your laugh, the way you called him ‘Eddie’ so affectionately, how you stood up to those who bullied the two of you. It kept him going on even the worst days, and despite knowing he couldn’t tell you of his feelings, that it would most likely never happen, he was still so happy to just spend every day with you.

And then you were gone.

One day some distant relatives of yours came; they’d been overseas for the last several years and hadn’t realised your parents had died, that you’d been living in this rundown orphanage that no one in the city cared enough about to fix. You were overjoyed, not really to see them as you’d not really met them before but more so because it meant you’d get to leave this awful place, and once the staff of the orphanage were able to establish that they were indeed your relatives, you were going home with them.

It all happened very quickly; you were hurriedly made to pack your bag with the few belongings you had and rushed onwards without a backwards glance. As you approached the main door of the orphanage, however, you realised something.

“I need to say goodbye to Eddie,” You said, but when you attempted to turn around, one of the staff grabbed you by the arm and marched you forwards. “Wait, no, please, just let me say goodbye to him-!”

But none of them would listen, not even your relatives; you begged them for just five minutes so you could find your best friend, so you could give him a phone number or even an address to write to, but they refused - they wanted to get out of Gotham as soon as possible.

“He’s my best friend,” You pleaded desperately, on the verge of tears. “Please, I can’t leave without saying goodbye!”

But they merely told you that you’d make other friends in your new home, that soon enough you wouldn’t even remember this old friend of yours, and he’d probably forget you too. You cried hard as you were driven away, vowing to yourself that you’d find Eddie someday, you’d find a way to let him know where you were, that you’d see each other again one day.

Eddie had watched you disappear from the window of the boys’ room, and he’d cried; he cried because the staff hadn’t allowed him to come and say goodbye, because they’d locked him in this room so he couldn’t get out, but mostly because his heart was broken. His only friend - his best friend - was gone without so much as a goodbye, and he had no idea where you’d gone.

Why didn’t you say goodbye?, he thought, hurt by this fact: he cared so much about you, and he had hoped that you cared about him too, even if it was only as a friend. It was like you didn’t care about him, that it was all a lie - and it was like a knife to the gut.

As the days turned to weeks, and then to months and years, he waited for any sign that you cared about him, for a letter or some kind of communication. But nothing ever came. It was like you’d forgotten all about him.

He never forgot you though - never.

****

After your relatives died many years later, you used the money they had left you to return to Gotham; it was even more awful than you remembered due to the crime rate skyrocketing, and it was clear that the streets were run by criminals - and no one did a thing about it.

You went back to the orphanage, hoping to find some information on your old best friend - to find out what happened to him, to track him down - but it was abandoned save for a few dropheads hiding out there. There were no records left, no hints as to your old friend’s current whereabouts, and you found yourself crying when you got back to your new apartment in Gotham because you had no idea how you’d find him, no idea if he was even still in the city or where he might have gone.

Gotham was a big city - even if he was still there, your chances at finding him were slim. He had no social media that you could find, no records… you wondered if he was even alive anymore. You remembered how every winter, at least one of the babies had died in the orphanage, and the older kids soon became dropheads… what if that had happened to your Eddie? You couldn’t bear the thought of it.

You were so angry - so ridiculously, undeniably angry - at what that place had done to you and Eddie, what might have happened to him after you had been taken away. And as you spent longer and longer back in Gotham, this anger began to rise: you were realizing more than ever that the people who ran this city were corrupt, that they were in fact the same people responsible for the miserable childhood you and your best friend had endured. Just as during your childhood, no one did anything to help in this city - everyone just let it happen. The closest anyone had to justice was a damn masked vigilante running around dressed like a bat, and that wasn’t really helping much in terms of changing the overall corruption of the city.

Someone needed to do something - and if that had to be you, then so be it.

****

No one knew who the Riddler was - exactly how he wanted it.

Edward Nashton had built this persona carefully, had spent months plotting and planning things before they were put into motion. He had made sure everything was perfect: the coat one of his favourite shades of dark green, the mask hid everything but his eyes, it was comfortable and not too loose whilst allowing him to wear his glasses. There was no chance of leaving any of his DNA behind; his gloves were thick but didn’t leave fibres behind, he knew how to meticulously wrap his head in clingwrap before donning his mask so that there was no chance of hairs being left behind. Every inch of him was covered, even his mouth, and it would be impossible for the GCPD or anyone else to link The Riddler back to Edward Nashton, a forensic accountant. No one would suspect him, no one would know until he chose to reveal it.

But for now he had things that needed doing; the first step of his great plan was to murder the mayor, Don Mitchell Jr, on Halloween night. The death of the city mayor would change everything, and he almost couldn’t wait - but he had to, for he had something he needed to do first.

The director of the old Gotham Orphanage where he’d grown up was in his late fifties now, living comfortably on the outskirts of the city. Edward had done his research: the man had no family and lived alone - he was almost too easy a target. He was not a high profile figure, not like the mayor or the others who would form a part of his plan to bring to truth to the light - it was a personal matter, something he had to do for himself.

The director had been the one who punished him, who never stopped the bullying and abuse inflicted by the other children and staff - but worst of all, he was the one who had signed the documents that took his best friend away, the one who sneered as he refused to give any information or allow him to write a letter.

Perhaps it was selfish - he was doing this purely for himself and not for the city - but he didn’t care. No one could blame him for wanting to kill this man, and no one would miss him.

It was easy to sneak into the old director’s small apartment on the outside of the city; the man had left a window open before going out for dinner, and Edward had to try not to smirk under his mask as he used the fire escape to climb up and slip inside. Now all he had to do was wait.

The plan was simple: he would wait for the ex-director to return, hidden away behind the bedroom door, and then strike when the moment was right. He knew where exactly to strike the skull, how to stage it to look like he’d just fallen and never gotten up. No one would investigate further than what was immediately obvious - the GCPD weren’t clever enough for that, and wouldn’t want to put the work in for someone so meaningless.

As he entered the bedroom to wait, however, it became immediately clear that he wasn’t alone.

He deflected the blow that came his way easily despite his surprise, reaching for the bludgeon he had on his belt; the figure who had attacked him was reeling back, planning their next attack, and he noticed that they were smaller, their face covered by a balaclava, dressed completely in black. He hadn’t planned for an additional person - this was certainly not his target, and the fact they were masked made it obvious that they, like him, certainly weren’t supposed to be there either.

The figure launched again, and Edward grabbed them by the arm; they were either sloppy in their fighting or taken just as aback as he was by his appearance. He hadn’t been planning on killing a second person tonight, but if he had to then he would - it would be sloppy not to. The stranger huffed, trying to break free, and he pulled them closer so that he could manoeuvre them with both of his hands. The eyes behind the mask flashed and-

And he felt his breath catch. He knew those eyes: he’d thought about them every day and night since he was a child.

It couldn’t be.

He let go, and the stranger moved away, panting harshly. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck, dude???”

The voice was familiar - not quite the same, it was slightly older but he recognised the tone, the accent, the way this person spoke. He had never forgotten your voice - he had never forgotten anything about you, even years later.

“Listen, I’m here for someone in particular, I don’t want to hurt anyone else, so if you could just-”

“(Y/N)?” His voice was soft and muffled by the mask.

You stopped speaking, surprised that this person knew your name; you hadn’t really met anyone upon returning to Gotham, keeping to yourself, and even so, you’d thought your mask would provide you anonymity. “Do I know you?”

Now that you weren’t actively fighting this person, you got a good look at them; it was a man, judging by the stature and voice, and he was dressed in a green trench coat with a white question mark painted on the left side. The mask covered their whole face, but you realised now that they were wearing a pair of glasses.

With a jolt, you remembered that Eddie had worn glasses like that. But it couldn’t be him, it couldn’t possibly…

You hesitated for a moment before reaching up and removing your mask; the eyes behind the glasses widened in recognition, and you realised those eyes were green - just like his, the exact same shade.

“Eddie?” You murmured, heart pounding.

For a moment, the masked figure didn’t say anything - and then, slowly, he removed his glasses before reaching up and pulling his mask off.

He had grown up, just as you had, but you knew: this was Eddie, your Eddie. Even though he’d wrapped his head in something, even though his face was older than that of the teenage boy you’d loved, even though it had been years, you knew it was him.

“I…” You felt your throat close up. “Eddie.”

“(Y/N)…” He looked thunderstruck at the sight of you as he replaced the glasses onto his face. “I… Hi.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were throwing your arms around him whilst trying to hold your tears back. “Fuck, Eddie, I’ve been trying to find you! I thought…” You sniffed. “I missed you.”

He was surprised by this, but you felt a tentative hand on your back as he relaxed slightly. “I missed you too.”

You pulled away to look at him, a flurry of emotions running through you; you couldn’t believe it, that after all this time, after all the pain and heart ache of being separated from him, you’d found him when you weren’t even expecting it. Now you were looking at him properly, you could see that this was without a doubt your best friend - there was no mistaking it.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, head still spinning. “And… why are you dressed like that?”

Eddie opened his mouth and closed it again, not certain on how to answer. “Oh. I’m… well… this is what I do,” He said carefully. “I was… waiting for someone.”

“Oh.”

“And why are you here? And dressed like that?” He asked, rather perplexed.

You hesitated for the second time that evening, not sure of how much to tell him - you didn’t think he would go to the police or turn you in, but you were completely sure of how he’d react to the truth. But then, you thought as you looked at how he was dressed, perhaps he understood more than you thought. “For the same reason as you, I think; I’m here for him.”

You could tell by the way his eyes lit up with understanding that you were right. “We’re both after the same person - to make him pay.”

There were a lot of things the two of you needed to discuss - you hadn’t seen each other for roughly a decade and a half, after all - but you were both aware of where you were, and that you didn’t have time to have that conversation here. Instead, you toyed with your mask before sending the man in front of you a meaningful look.

“How about,” You began slowly. “We work together and take care of this guy, and then maybe we can catch up later?”

Eddie considered this for a moment before slowly nodding and preparing to put his own mask back on. “I think that’s a good plan.”

As it turned out, it was so much easier to do with two.

****

Crap ending be crap lol

May write a follow up to this where they talk and he confesses his feelings, who knows? 😉

[lrfanfics]

Poly Cupid (Cupido Poly)

Ladies, gentleman and fellow enbys, we present to y’all the Prologue of our dear fic “Poly Cupid”.

PROLOGUE

POV Castiel 

The last school day, which is also prom day, has finally arrived. During these last 2 years, in this Hell of a place called school, I've been suppressing my romantic feelings about a certain green eyed, long brown haired girl. Her name is Lili and today it'll be the day I finally declare myself to her. 

Because I'm already mentally prepared? 

Not much. 

Because I heard the son of a bitch that is my worst enemy, telling someone that he would be doing the same thing as me today? 

Yes, obviously!

Of course I would never let Nathaniel win. Besides, I'm sure Lili will accept me! Like, has any of you read a fanfic, or seen a show, where the shy nerd wins against the sexy bad boy? No! Of course not! 

* 

"Ahm… I'm… sorry, but I… already like someone else." I opened my eyes, not being able to believe what I had just heard. 

And there I was, with this shitty leash (a tie) that that blonde asshole is always wearing; next to the school's entrance in front of my crush that was oh so pretty, wearing a beautiful dark green dress that reached her knees; under a fantastic night sky, typical of those super cliché romantic films… being rejected. 

 I! 

 WAS! 

 REJECTED!

Me!!! The hot bad boy! 

This shit never happens in fanfics! Usually the bad boys are very lucky in this sort of stuff, especially the music ones like me! 

"Who do you like, then? Ah, I know… Kentin, right?" The typical Childhood Friends into Lovers trope." I gotta find out who's the motherfucker that stole my girl. 

Lili simply looked at me and denied my question with her head, sheepishly.

"Lysander?" Mysterious dudes are also a big thing with girls. 

"No." She said while nodding with her head side-to-side again. 

"Don't tell me you have a crush on the surfer dude?" 

"Ewww… of course not!" Lili said, rolling her eyes and making a disgusted expression.

"What? Let me guess, you like Nathaniel, is it?" 

Pfff! What am I even saying? Like something like that could ever happen! Hahaha! Who the fuck likes nerdy, nice guys? 

Lili visibly tensed up. She then started to move her hands in the air, nervously.

"N—No! O—Of course not! Me liking Nath? What are you even saying! Hahaha!"

Shit! Fuck me and this stupid fucking luck of mine! I would prefer it if she said she liked Lysandre, then it wouldn't be as humiliating as this! And who knows… we could've formed a trio. 

"Lili?" The voice of that blonde dipshit interrupted this humiliating moment. 

I saw her look at him, embarrassed, I think she was scared that he'd heard our previous conversation. 

There was a long silence. They're gazes were completely fixated on one another so much that it almost looked like they were fucking each other just through their vision. This is too much of a humiliation! God, do you really hate me this much?!

"I just wanted to know if you'd like to come dance with me for a little bit… as friends, of course!" He stretched his hand towards her and she placed her hand in his. 

"I would. A—As friends, obviously!" She added, a very noticeable nervous smile plastered on her face. 

Hello!? Don't these bitches see me here or something?! 

"Bye, Castiel! I hope I'll never have to see your face again!" Nathaniel said, grinning, while he took Lili, who was waving me goodbye, as they entered the gym where the party was occurring in.

And I just stood there. 

Alone. 

Rejected. 

Humiliated by that fucking son of bitch, Nathaniel! 

I think my life can't get worse than this. 

I decided to just walk back home, at least Dragon is gonna be there waiting for me. The streets were completely empty and silent, but there was this one sound that caught my attention and was only getting louder and louder, until it… 

AH! BITCH, THAT SHIT LEGIT SCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME! 

I almost had a fucking heart attack! Fuck! How are these people able to pass their drivers test!? Can't you see the fucking crosswalk on the ground! They must have bribed the fucking instructor, damn. 

"ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND!? CAN'T YOU SEE I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING CROSSWALK, HUH!?" If my reflexes weren't so good I would've been ran over by this retard. Unbelievable! 

The same car that had almost ran me over abruptly stopped, it's already a little late for that, but ok. When the driver's side door opened, a woman with brown hair and blue eyes— NO… not her, please… anything but this whore!

"I should've guessed! This could've only be your doing, you whore!" I barked in the direction of Debrah. Why is this bitch so obsessed with me!? I mean, what idiot wouldn't be obsessed with me, ain't that right?

 . 

 .

 .

Oh, right.

When I noticed, the bitch was already a few centimetres away from my face while her gaze was fixated on my crouch.

"Hey! I don't know about you, but when I'm talking with someone I like them to be looking at my face while I do it!" I spit.

 … 

Who does this chick think she is to be ignoring me right after almost killing me with her car!? 

I bring my hand up to her head and start poking her with my index finger. 

"Hey stu—" What—!? 

WHAT THE FUCK, MY FUCKING FINGER JUST PASSED THROUGH HER HEAD—!!!? But— The fuck just happened?! I feel like I'm trippin' right now… I knew that I shouldn't have asked that shady looking guy, wearing a leather jacket, for a cigarette!

Suddenly, the world seemed to be spinning around me, making my head hurt, and the beating of my heart accelerate at each breath that I took. Sweat falling down my face. 

I look at Debrah, a disgusting smile plastered on those hoe lips of hers. "Heh. One less cuck… huhm, I better get going before the cops get here." She says, turning her back to me and running away. 

 This hoe really thinks she's that bitch, huh!? 

Huff. I let out a sigh. This is some bullshit… 

While she walked back to her stupid ass car, her last words didn't seem to leave my mind: I better get going before the cops get here. 

Yes, it's true that she almost sent me to a better place, but… I don't feel in pain, or don't seem to have anything broken. She almost aborted my life, ALMOST, but she didn't. So why would she be afraid of the police — besides the fact that they're extremely intimidating — without having committed any sort of crime? Well, none besides being a slut, right?

 . . . 

 Wait

… . . .

A few minutes ago, when my hand passed through her face, that normally only happens when— No… NO!

I gulp and take a deep breath. If this is really happening right now, it could only mean one thing… I turn my head around, slowly, and it looks like my fears have been confirmed… fuck me. There it was, my beautiful sexy body laid on the ground like dog shit. 

It's so depressing that it's enough to make a manly man, like me, cry. I can't look, I don't want to look… but I do— 

Ah! Wait—! 

T—This can't be real, this has to be some sort of very shitty lucid dream! That would also explain why Lili picked that fucking blonde dumbass over me! Because it's impossible for a bad boy, especially ME, to be rejected! HA! 

Ok… enough is enough! Now is time to wake the fuck up, Castiel— 

"Shut the fuck up and take your ass to the tunnel, already." Said a low and raspy voice. 

Excuse me—!? 

I quickly turn my body in the direction of the voice and find myself face-to-face with a dark skinned… and short… man, with dark brown hair and eyes. Hey, wasn't that the man that gave me tha—

TO BE CONTINUED

[thedimlaltain]

An Unsent Letter AND A Romance that Never Will Be

Dearest Caps,

Do you know I've sung love songs about you? You make me giggle like a stupid mess. Every couple of days, I develop a crush on you, that feels very new, but isn't.

This is a joyful letter. Do you know you're so fucking cute! Cats aren't supposed to be cute; how the fuck did you manage that. A close second to my favourite nephew. I feel so jumpy when you pull my legs. I don't even want to retaliate at that.

[This is a para in Hindi, basically lines in praise of her beauty, smile and laughter.] Arre, yeh toh badi jaldi khatam ho gaya. Mujhe toh laga tha lamba chalega. Meh, kya karein, itni hi acchayiyyan hai tujhmein. Teri smile kitni bekar hai pata hai? Aur teri hansi toh aur bhi ghatiya hai, tujhe hansta dekhkar saara mood kharab ho jata hai. Airport the jab tu mujhe lene aayi thi, pink plazzos, black kurti aur woh jhumke. Main toh shock mein chali gayi thi kuch seconds ke liye, bhoot dikh gaya ho jaise. I was so stunned -- activated the "what's the procedure" meme inside me.

I told you no, that I now officially identify as a liquid, well that's coz I melt when you're around. I melt looking at your pictures. I joke that I hope I don't evaporate coz that'd make me gender gaseous(this one is a stolen joke)!

You make me laugh and I like making you laugh, And I don't know whether our sense of humour matches or what but it's fun with you. Laughter is really essential to my being, as essential as finding or recognising or seeing beauty is. And I think having things light heared, to be able to have these moments, share these moments is nice. I think I'll get fed up of a friendship or a romance and get claustrophobic where there's little space and scope for sharing laughs.

When you pick up your phone to click my photo, I sink my face in my hand, "arre!” you say! Ab I wish I could explain to you, I feel nervous and shy and the butterflies start to kick in. Because when you pick up your phone, I KNOW that you are seeing me, AND I feel scared that you’ll see through me. That you’ll see in my eyes, the words that I try so hard to bury. So I hide my face, and in that I hide “Oh my god, I love you so much Capsey.”

Dil toh yahi chahta ahi ki table doosre chor par baith kar tumhari aankhon mein kho jaun [the heart just wants to sit across the table and get lost in your eyes.] I want to look in your eyes and see what they entail, what they have to tell. I want us to look into each other's eyes if that's what you want too. If and only if. I don't think friends do this, if this is what romance is, then be it. OR perhaps I;m romanticising eyes and weirdly staring into eyes too much, in which case, well! We have another thing to laigh about. And you can make fun of my cheese and bollywood. I wish I could ask you out on a date, I wish I could say, "I love you" to you sometimes. I LOVE YOU, you know. I want to flirt with you, and I want to let myself enjoy it. I want us to flirt with each other.

I feel bad, guilty for wriitng things I want from you. It feels selfish. But I want to be honest. It is what it is. Don't wanna hide it. Not from myself at the very least. From you, I probably will. I often find myself second guessing what to say to you. Consciously trying to decide whether what I say lies on this OR that side of the boundary. Whether I'll end up saying something overtly sexual or whether what I'll say is too "loving", as in the langauge makes you uncomfy or whether what I'll say will occupy too much space. I want to not second guess a lot of these times. I want some of these boundaries to disappear.

I am not exactly sure what romance is. You read a lot, nothing I'd say will be as poetic or as romantic as some of the things you've read. I'm not a poet, I'm a lover. I wish for us to find or make our own romance together. One that may or may not be in the books but it won't matter because it's ours. I so dearly want to find out with you what our romance could be.

I want to see the sparkle in your eyes when you come across something interesting, and when you find beauty and meaning and music and depth. And I want to bring hot water bags when your hands hurt from drawing. And cook halwa when you're cranky. You can be as cranky as you want. You don't have to hold it in.

For saying all of these wants, I know my hope isn't hope, but delusion rather.

And so, I just want to say, You take away cynicism from my life, and you know how cynical I am. You opened your arms and took me in and embraced me. I am so very grateful for that. I can't stop admiring how actively you live your life, how you take initiatives. I see that whatever you seek, you try to create and be part of processes that help you experience it. You don't yearn for what you seek, you live it. Everyday. You're so so kind. And authentic. And you create spaces so that people can be their authentic selves. How unafraid and unapologetic you are. I will forever be in gratitude for coming across you, and definitely in awe of you.

I love you.

[herr-aka-somecutenerd]

Witch's Love

Chapter II: We got all ingredients except you loving me.

Yandere! Sophia (Herr) x Idia Shroud

Warnings: light yandere themes, possesive/obsessive love, mentioned women's problems going outside in the dark time, self ship

A/N: No but I enjoy writing these... it's kind of canonical story of how our relationship developed, but shown a little uh... darker? Not too dark tho ofc!

The night went further. It probably was 3 AM already. I started to feel drowsy eventually, my eyes getting heavier and my brain going blank.

No-no-no, not now, not when we're having so much fun together, please, just little longer!

"Sophia-shii...?" - I heard Idia's soft voice. So soft, so gentle every time he speaks with me...

"Yeah?..." - I replied quietly and in a dizzy manner. I really felt like I can't keep it any longer, no matter how hard I struggle.

"You seem to loose the concentration and become slower... Are you sure you're not tired?" - he said, genuinely concerned. He even paused the game, much to my demise.

"Uh..." - I really hated to admit what came next. - "Okay, maybe... I'm just a little bit... sleepy..."

I refused to take energy drinks as I was aware of them being unhealthy. Maybe it's just my mother's forced opinion, but it's not like my mom was rarely right... And even coffee I drank earlier didn't seem to work.

I looked at him, feeling kind of guilty. For some reason I felt like I was ruining the fun... even if Shroud didn't seem too upset about it and more likely worried... about me. How adorable!

Suddenly, Idia's hair started step by step turning pink, starting from edges.

"I-it's already so l-late... A-and girls' block i-is so far... Y-you can g-get in trouble o-on your w-way... S-so..." - speaking seemed to be hard for him. I was already figuring out what he's going to say, or at least was hoping he'll say what I think, and that made my heart beat faster ad faster. Please, say that you want me to...

"...M-maybe you'll stay h-here? I'll be playing the w-whole night, so my bed will be all free.... A-and I promise I w-won't do anything c-creepy!!"

My face turned even brighter shade of pink than his hair did at the end of Idia's sentence. Butterflies started live up one by one in my stomach. I couldn't be more happy than I am right now. It was like a child getting a pet they wanted so much from their parents when they didn't expect that. Like winning in a lottery. Like getting an ultra rare character or item you wanted. Like hearing your crush confessing their feelings to you.

Ah, Idia... You really are so caring and sweet. You even think about how dangerous it can be for a woman to walk outside during the dark time, especially when there are so many men around. A perfect man a girl can only dream of.

"Idia... Y-you're too kind", - I said, blushing and stuttering not less that him. - "I-I don't want to cause discomfort for you..."

What am I doing? It's such a great opportunity to be close to your beloved boy, Sophia. Are you stupid?

Well, I do care about his own well-being after all... Geez.

"N-no, you're not causing discomfort for m-me! W-we're not going to s-sleep t-together after all, s-so I can b-bear it...", - the last line kind of touched me, but I decided not to pay attention to that too much. - "D-don't g-get me wrong! I-I'm just... I-it's not you specifically, i-it's j-just embarassing... Oh God, help me..." - Shroud hid his face in his hands, making my heart melt once again at how adorable he was.

"It's okay, I understand", - I almost patted his shoulder to calm him down, but stopped myself. It can cause reverse effect on him, after all. - "S-so... may I go to sleep then?"

Idia put his hands down, looking at me with running glance. He was still tomato red and anxious... like a scared cat...

"Y-yes! L-lay comfortably, h-hehe..." - I swore my heart jumped a little at his laugh. In a good way.

With a shy smile I got up from my place and headed towards his bed. A little messy, but clean. Just like Idia. He might be messy in some way but he's still pretty and amazing. I landed on the mattress. My body was so heavy, my limbs became numb. The scent hit my nostrills... Idia's scent. So calming and comforting... That was making me even more dizzy.

"Huh... It feels comfortable..." - I said in a kind of mumbling manner caused by sleepiness.

"Y-you think so?" - Idia replied shyly. - "W-well... G-glad to hear that I g-guess", - he smiled at me slightly, making my heart beat faster once again.

"So... Good night", - I said, wrapping myself in a blanket and yawning.

"G-good night... s-sleep well", - Shroud said, probably feeling awkward, judging from his tone.

Inhaling more of his scent when he turned back to the screen, I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, hoping to get the sweetest dream tonight.

You're so kind to me... You do care about me, right? You wouldn't allow anyone else to sleep on your bed, would you? I do really love you, Idia. One day I'll gain enough courage to tell you about that... I promise.

[hollyjaques]

Love is the Master Plan

I used to be in love with Jericho. 

For years. Which was embarrassing, because he was (and still is) my best friend. We’d discuss the fact that I was in love with him, openly, all the time. Joke about it even. 

But the bottom line is that the feeling isn’t mutual. 

The kind of love he feels for me isn’t the kind that sends his fingers under my skirt to grab hold of my ass and hike me up against the wall.  The kind of love he has for me isn’t the kind that makes him lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling fan, imagining me in his arms. The kind of love he has for me—well you get the point. 

Jericho loves me, and I feel like a better person for it, but that still doesn’t change the fact that until recently, I was the one feeling pathetic—having to fantasize about him to get off. I’ve never been capable of moving past my heart’s immediate desires. I only had eyes for him.

I’m not sure what it was. Maybe I felt like I’d wasted enough of my twenties. Maybe I just got tired. Maybe I learned to love myself more. Maybe it was that epic fuck I had with Antoine a couple of weeks ago. Maybe I just know Jericho too damn well. 

Whatever it is, I still love him, but suddenly I don’t see him the same way. He doesn’t speak to my body the way he used to. I don’t sparkle when he speaks, or watch his movements with the same rapt attention. Took me long enough. I really am, suddenly, just his friend. And it’s liberating.

Our 30th birthdays are both coming up this month, which means we’ve known each other fifteen years now. I don’t usually keep friends this long, and most of my friends are gorgeous goddess ladies. Not tall, dark, beautiful men who spoon my curves perfectly on the sofa and tell me of their adventures with other women.

I met Jericho in high school. He was the badass skater boy with pants always threatening to fall down and greet his ankles. His underwear, and his muscular ass were always peeking out from between his too-short Rage Against the Machine T-shirt and his too-low baggy jeans. I always used to fantasize about undoing his belt and just watching it all drop. All the pretense. 

In an all-white small town, Jericho was one of the only brown boys, and, being brown myself, I was drawn to him for that reason too. But it was hard for shy nerd girls like me and skaters like Jericho to be friends in a high school environment. So I pined away, saying hi awkwardly and staring at him for too long on purpose so he’d know I was looking.

And then one day, I worked up the courage to ask him out. I may’ve been a nerd girl, but I did have guts. We played a game of pool, ate a sandwich, and talked. For eight hours. During which time I told him he was beautiful and that I had a huge crush on him. He responded with the whole “I’m flattered” bullshit. 

Point is, we became the best of friends, and I tucked my feelings into my pocket. Kept them close, but out of sight. And besides, he seemed to like blondes. What we had was for keeps, which was so much better, right?

Fast forward fifteen years, and I’m sitting around waiting. Drinking wine and waiting for Jericho to come over and complain to me about the latest lady in his life. Something about her not being enough of a conversationalist, or not kinky enough. Can’t keep track. I don’t know. And I’m going to tell him of my latest conquest too. While Jericho’s in and out of committed relationships, I’m in and out of 2-week stands. 

We have our patterns. And we always share. Zero judgment.

That’s his knock on my door right now.

“Hi darling,” I say, greeting him.

“Hello dear love,” he says. 

He dresses well these days. No more skater pants. Ripped jeans that fit and hug him well. Not too loose, not tight. A thick yellow sweater that compliments his skin tone.

He kisses me on the cheek and falls onto the sofa in one sweeping move.

“Wine?”

“Yes please,” he says, sighing deeply, head in hands.

“That bad, huh?” I ask, handing him a glass.

“Oh God, Cynthia. You have no idea.” He looks at me with meaning. This look is different from his usual intense looks that accompany his usual intense relationship drama.

“What? What is it?” I ask, sliding down onto the couch next to him. 

I’m wearing a black poofy skirt, a loose purple sweater that hangs elegantly off one shoulder, and black sandal heels. I’m sorta kinda dressed to go out after our little happy hour, because Antoine is supposed to take me out for oysters before showing me his apartment for the first time. Antoine’s great. It’s just that I’m sure his other women are all pretty great too. It’s fun, is what it is. Simple fun.

“You look really good,” says Jericho, rubbing my bare leg with his thumb, staring into my eyes. I never and I mean never, feel uncomfortable with him touching me, but there’s something different this time. He’s gripping my thigh.

“Jericho. Talk to me. What’s happening?”

“It’s not working out with Zahra. We’re just not connecting beyond the superficial. She’s hot and all, but I just don’t know. I’m really not sure what the hell I’m doing anymore, love.”

He downs his glass of wine with one hand, keeping his other hand firmly on my thigh, and it’s starting to move up my skirt.

“I mean, you’ve seen me,” he continues. “I go from girl to girl. Each time, I think I’m in love, and each and every time, it fades so fucking fast. It’s becoming embarrassing.”

“Ok, but don’t be so hard on yourself, babe. Relationships are the most difficult challenge there is. We’re all fucked up, all of us, and I think the only reason we’re on this planet is to learn how to actually love. Love is the master plan. That’s my favourite Prince quote, as you know.”

I smile, pleased with myself, and run my fingers through his hair and down his face. We’ve always been touchy-feely. There is nothing out of the ordinary about this. He smiles, closes his eyes.

“Oh god.” He sighs deeply and heavily. “Cynthia, I have to say something to you, and I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. What?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About life, love, about the push and pull of relationships, how we run from what’s best for us. Out of fear.”

He looks up at me. That meaningful look again. He puts his other hand on my lap, one on each leg now, and pushes my legs apart ever so slightly, so it almost seems like my imagination, but it’s not. I feel a hot rush coming from the back of my neck. It’s shock mixed with fear mixed with delight mixed with anger.

“Jericho.” I look into his eyes.

“Cynthia, it’s you. For me, it’s you. And it has been all along. And I know I’m an asshole. But I’ve been giving this a lot of thought. The truth is, I’ve been in love with you for a couple of years now, and I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I don’t want to fuck up what we have, but I also feel like, we’re both gonna die, and it’s stupid to just let something real pass you by. So I’m saying it now. Better late than never, right?”

He’s gripping both my legs now, holding on for dear life, looking me in the eye, looking for that sparkle I always gave him. Looking, looking.

I’m not gonna lie. I know I said I was over him. And I am. But of course there’s a part of me that needs to allow this. Out of sheer curiosity. Fifteen years.

“Fuck you,” I say softly. “Jericho. Fuck you. Do you know how embarrassing this is for me to hear from you?” He still has a grip on my legs, and he pulls me closer.

“Jericho, I cannot fucking believe you.” I am crying now, I realize, as I the tears wet my face. “I am over you. Haven’t you noticed? I’ve finally managed to move on and let you go. Great fucking timing.”

I pull myself up, out of his grasp.

“Get out. Please. I need some time.”

“I needed fifteen years, so you take all the time you need,” he says. He walks out, softly closing the door.

Before I know what I’m doing, I am chasing him down my hallway, slamming him against the wall, and we are kissing, kissing, for the first time in a million years.

“Cynthia,” he chokes out my name, and he’s grabbing my face in his hands, and then his hands fly to my perfect ass, and he’s lifting me, turning around, pinning me up against the wall. My heels fall from my feet. I’ve heard a million stories about the things his hands have done with other women, to other women, and now they’re on me, holding me up, feeling me. His breath is hot and he smells sweet. He is so familiar, so close. My mind can barely process what is happening.

“Can I take you back inside?”

I nod.

We’re back inside, and we’re in my room, and he’s kissing my face, and stroking my shoulders, and I am inhaling him, trying to slow my heart. 

I can’t think straight. I can’t think what to do, but I do know that it’s not my choice, that a part of me simply needs to get swept up in this moment, for better or worse. I am hugging him, holding on tight, and he is moving down to kiss my stomach. I cry out at the slightest touch. There’s a storm happening.

I hear myself cackling out loud as he kisses my navel.

“What?”

“Nothing! Well, I mean, don’t you find this a bit hilarious?”

“Yes, I do,” he says. “But I also don’t.” 

His eyes get full and dark and beautiful, and he grips my thighs so tight it hurts, and moves down to breathe warmly on my pussy, through my underwear. My head falls back as I feel him, Jericho, my best friend, breathing into me. He kisses me through my underwear and I am suddenly warmer than I’ve ever been, wetter than I’ve ever been, lush, open, wide. 

The sparkle is back. Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe he’s been my destiny after all. All along.

“Cynthia, you are so fucking beautiful. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren’t the most beautiful woman in my life. I was just a scared little boy. I—I just know now, beyond a doubt. It’s you.”

“Jericho, I’ve worked hard to fight off my feelings. But if you’re for real, there may still be hope of reviving it. Maybe.”

“Yeah?” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. He’s peeking up at me from below my skirt.

“Yeah.”

“I know you pretty well, Cynthia. I think I have what it takes to revive it.”

“You just know it all, don’t you?”

“I know what you need. And I know you’re not gonna find it with anyone else. ‘Cause it’s me. And it’s you.”

“You cocky motherfu—” before I can finish, he places his hand firmly but gently over my mouth.

“Be quiet, and open yourself to me. Right now, you let me see your body, you don’t say a word, and you let me bring your love back to life. Understood?”

I nod.

“Hold onto the headboard with both hands, and don’t let go, no matter what. And keep your legs open for me. I’m gonna show you how I really feel about you. I’m gonna show you we can be even more than best friends.”

There’s fire flowing through me, and it’s reaching every cell in my body, stretching me back to an impossible place. I will let him in.

Jericho pulls off my skirt, pulls off my underwear, and then pulls my sweater and bra off over my raised hands. I immediately put them back to work on the headboard.  

I am completely naked. I didn’t think there were any firsts left to be had with Jericho. But I was wrong. I’ve never felt so exposed.

He stands above me, fully clothed, just staring. “You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s insane.”

He gets undressed, completely, piece by piece, in front of me. And he stands there, naked, hairy, buff, dark. Beautiful. Uggh, it is too much.  

He lies down next to me and faces me and wraps his arms around me, and I lose my grip and wrap my arms around his neck, and we just hold each other, naked, eye to eye, breath to breath, chest to chest, and his hard cock throbs against my smooth, swollen pussy. My pussy that is aching wet inside. My pussy that knows without knowing that he will fit perfectly and I’ll never want him to leave, ever again.

We lie there together like this for minutes, hours maybe. Breathing hot life into one another, throbbing against each other, kissing softly, looking at each other as if for the very first time. As he grows against me, as I lean into him, as we press together, my leg shoots out to wrap around him, to bring him closer. He abides and pulls me closer, hands on the small of my back. 

A rush of love washes over me. This is the man I have always wanted. Has he really come around? Does he finally see me? 

Yes, the answer is yes, simply.

He kisses my neck, gently bites my ears, and my legs wrap tighter around him, until finally, I am sitting on top of him, looking down. I am so wet that I feel my pussy seizing up. I grab his cock and it slides in immediately. My pussy grips it tightly as I fall forward onto him from the shock of it. We kiss, and he begins to rock me gently back and forth, as we stare into each other. I grind my hips slowly against his to meet his movements at just the right angle, with just the right pressure.

“Oh my god,” he says.

“Yes,” I breathe.

I sit up straight so he can see me in all my glory, my curves, my bouncing tits, my messed up hair, my face that’s known his all this time.

He grabs my hips and pulls me down hard to meet him. And then we collide.

[danebreaker]

WHY I LIKE HOMOSEXUAL GUYS AS A GIRL

I had this thing where I'm very picky when it comes to guys. But no matter how picky I am.

I always ended up choosing the gays

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The first time I saw this guy was on a school post about school elections. My friends shared the post to me as a way to tease me cuz my ex was on it. But that dude is irrelevant so skipping from that i scrolled over to find this guy crossing his arms looking stiffer than a gargoyle.

He was tall and lanky but he was dripping with looks. And as always, girls, gays and any person around gushed about him. I didn't really care about the guy cuz he's just another random dude running for the position of Vice Governor.

Timeskip with me trying to work things with my ex and I ended up literally running away from him somewhere along lines. I met him weeks before intramurals. I was busy preparing because I got in the debate team and Miss Intramurals.

I ended up having to talk to him for school purposes. And when I was met with him. I crumbled like my test papers after getting an F for a score. Sure the guy didn't looked ripped like John Cena, or as manly as Andrew Tate wishes to be but oh he is attractive.

He talked with a soft but firm voice and his eyes was bright-not big, but bright and doe like. Judging from his demeanor and body language, I quickly figured out the guy was a friendly introvert. He won me over with his little shy smile and his voice.

I didn't exactly went crazy over him but I acted crazy when I'm with my friends cuz school was getting boring as heck without a crush and I needed something to cheer me into going in. We would pass by each other quite often in the hallways because of our busy schedule that involves us running around places.

And during those run-ins, we would hold eye contacts for God knows how many times and would always catch eyes even though the latter is on the other side of the room. I would be the first one to break the eye contact since ya gurl is gets nervous. At least that's what I think transpired. Honestly, I am delusional as heck so just indulge me.

Since I'm self-aware, I had to do a reality check and see if I was tripping about our glances or not. So one time at the canteen, I has a plan to purposely try to hold up the eye contact for longer and wait if he pulls away to see if he was actually looking at me too.

And after failing successfully, we hold eye contact for longer than usual. But I failed at not being the first one to pull away. I gushed and jump internally because I finally confirmed that HE IS in fact also looking at ME.

To back up my claim and make me look less insane, My friend was with me and he also noticed. He initially thought my crush was looking at him but then he figured out my crush was looking at ME. Of course, being a good friend, he fueled my delusions and I had him repeating the interaction over and over again until it seeped into my brain that he was in fact staring back at me.

I rode along with those supposed interactions and the Intramurals went by with me winning 1st runner up for the debate team and crowned as Miss Intramurals. Along those snippets of memories, we had an actual interaction backstage. I was obviously one of the contestant for the pageant and he was getting ready for the event since he is the Vice Governor.

"Do you have lip balm?" He innocently asked me with his cute self adorned in a black and white gradient barong (a traditional Filipino clothing). "Pay first" I joked referring to me being an Accountancy Business and Management student. He just smiled and we both went on. Looking back at it now, I wanted to kill myself. Pay first???!?!?!?!? what the actual fuck

I cringed so hard after i said that and i still do in the present. That was the lamest I had ever been since I was assigned as a loser weirdo in society. Really!!?!?!?!? Out of all the things i could've said i said something to lame and so ugh!!

Anyways that interaction made me weak in the knees and I ended up winning the pageant after seeing him supporting me even though he is a STEM student and I am an ABM student. Ya gurl bagged the crown home and weeks went by with me killing myself mid exams with vape stressing out over my grades.

The thing that bothered me the most was when I tarnished myself in front of him. I had done stupid things and I'm basically the walking proof of embarrassment but Oh My God this time i actually embarrassed myself. Shouting his name at school grounds at 6PM thinking everybody went home. My friends were riling me up about my crush with him and of course I went along.

But what we didn't know was that my crush was downstairs and could hear everything. My friends shouted his surname at the top of their lungs and i had to make a quick excuse of "Oh you're not the one they meant, they meant a different guy" (his surname was common so i was able to say that) BUT HE DEFINITELY FOUND ME WEIRD AND I WAS ENGRAVED AS THE "WEIRD ASS PYSCHO BITCH WHO SCREAMS PEOPLE'S NAME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ON A RANDOM TUESDAY GIRL" IN HIS HEAD.

Weeks went on boringly until my friend came up to me and asked if I wanted to run for the elections. Of course I said yes cuz I'd be good for my school resume and I'd actually like to challenge myself with new goals and responsibility for character development.

And lo and behold, the party belongs to non other than him-my crush. He was running for Governor for the new school year and he was leading and forming his partylist. I ran for the ABM Mayor position and disappointingly, my ex and his new girl (beautiful btw, she looks like young Suzuka Ohgo). However, this made things awkward in general. I wasn't awkward with his Gf since she's also an ABM student and was part of the people i'll lead someday if i ever win so it was fine. But my ex? yeah we ended in bad terms for a reason.

Anyways, we were scheduled for a photoshoot and the photographer (my friend) chose me as the test subject to get the lighting good. He sneaked in good pics of me and my crush was along side me directing. like a true loser, I made jokes and this time though I successfully made him clench his stomach out of laughter.

His eyes crinkled and he listened attentively to me when i voiced out my ideas. He was still shy though but he was able to laugh a little louder which was music to my ears. Another schedule for the election went on and this time we had to film something promotional.

They were out at the center doing god knows what for the shoot while I stay behind chatting and meeting new people thinking everything was done and ready for the Mayors. Until I looked back to see them all sitting and discussing.

This made me think what the fuck was taking so long and what the fuck were they doing wasting everyone's time. They were like that for the past hour instead of filming so I decided to check. And when I went to stand up and take my torch which was required for the shooting, they also stood up and started readying for the shooting.

I went to all the guys( i was the only girl) and he was the first one to shoot since he's running for Governor. Their ideas were ok. Scratch that their ideas for boring and a little awkward. So i voiced out my opinions and changed some parts. Thankfully they all listened and actually considered my opinions and the shoot went well.

Once again, this guy was listening to me attentively and carefully. Looking at me straight at the face having no business with staring at me while I was having a hard time being professional cuz he was in front of me giving his full attention along with his sparkling doe eyes and cute tiny nods.

The shoot went by with me befriending everyone and scaring them all off with ghost stories about our schools. We all goofed around and I was able to be myself and being loud and cracking jokes since I already embarrassed myself in front of him, what difference would it make now?

When we went home at 8PM we tried venturing out into the supposedly haunted nursing floor before fleeing like pathetic idiots. Our second shooting went on and this time, we filmed outside and once again I was making jokes and stuff. We almost lit the city on fire cuz the idiots were lighting up a peace of cloth after losing our torch as a substitute.

This time, he was comfortable with cracking jokes with me and started conversations. He was comfortable standing close to me and I started to realize he saw me as someone he can be friends with. Even though our arms touched when he was holding the torch, all I could think about was how I should move on.

Amidst all that clarity, I vented out on a couple friends and they finally told me something i was too stupid to notice.

HE IS GAY

Yeah he is gay. Why i didn't noticed? Maybe cuz he's too masculine for me to see him as gay. Until I checked his IG account and found pictures of him all gay from head to toe.

How was I supposed to know?! Sure he dresses good and only hangs around gays and girls and was "mahinhin" or poised and soft but how was I supposed to know!? Sure he acts sassy and feminine but lots of guys are feminine nowadays?!

Ok who am I kidding, the dude's gay asfuck. He shares post about gay pride and BLs. He talks soft and feminine with a squeak in his voice and he walks while slightly bouncing and he stands with his hips bent like girls and does makeup with girls and hangs only around them or with gays. The guy's more feminine than me and i wasn't able to get the hint.

I then and there realized that I am not just weird and a loser, I am also a stupid idiot equipped with a broken gaydar.

Him being gay didn't surprised me tho, I always had this thing with liking gays for some time now. Always liking how "calmer" they are with guys at school. Always liking how they dress better and smell good. And how open, relatable and friendly he is with girls than straight guys. And how soft and cute he looked.

Basically, I've always liked the cute twinks but is too much of an idiot to notice the clear signs of homosexuality.

Bottom line, I always like gay guys. And I realized it's because I relate to them more. I've always had trouble making friends with guys and interacting with them after my ex basically traumatized. Finding myself only around girls and gays and being comfy with only a selected number of guys.

I've always liked gay guys because I loved how they made me feel understood, heard and just me. They encouraged me and supported me and had the same interest with me like makeup, dresses and some shows and films etc. I was able to relate to them more and made it easier for me to form bonds with them which is probably I always ended up liking gay guys.

So here I am- letting my emotions out for old time's sake so I can move on in peace.

Bye guyss

[sukirichi]

crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water. 

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

[iwadori]

Oh my God, I just saw your angst iwa fic with the pregnant reader and then looked for more fics on your blog and I fell in love with it???❤❤ + ayeee another demon slayer lover here 😭can I maybe be an emoji anon?:"D I would love to chat with you but a little bit to shy

And I hope its also okay if I request something: Can you maybe do Tendou and Iwaizumi making the reader insecure? ( maybe where the reader gets jealous/ insecure because some fangirls are flirting with them and they say something like "maybe you are to insecure/jealoue" and they are scared that they will leave them?)

Hope you have a great day <3

When they make you insecure PT 4/ Dating your brothers teammate PT3

When they make you insecure:

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four Part Five Part six

Dating your brothers teammate:

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Authors Note: Thank you so much for liking my other works, and OF COURSE you can message me/be a continous anonymous ask. BTW if anybody wants to privately message me just to talk or whatever or ask me questions on my asks they can!! And IK this wasn’t technically what you asked for but I hope this is good enough <3 (I will most likely do Iwaizumi in the next part) by the way this is NOT proofread (so expect mistakes)

Tendou

You and tendou have been talking since you were in your first year and his second.

So you weren’t officially dating.

He was interested in what the second ushijima would be like.

You were just like your brother, sharp and stoic but great in everything you do and it seemed that Tendou took a liking to that.

You entered your brother's dorm room in the hopes of finding Tendou, but unluckily it was just Ushijima reading his magazines. “He’s not in here,” he said before you could even ask about your crush's whereabouts.  

As you were about to leave the room, Ushijima asked you to sit down for a moment so he could to you “yess toshi?” you said already bored.

“Are you and Tendou dating?” he asked

“Umm I-” You didn’t really know what to say, since you and Tendou haven’t officially put a label on things (as much as you wanted him too.) “Not really dating per se, just going through the motions...i guess” you said with uncertainty.

“Going through the motions?” Ushijima questioned more to himself then to you.  

“Don’t worry about it Toshi” you say ruffling his hair

“I’m just checking to make sure you’re okay Y/N” he said seriously “Oh and by the way when you and Tendou are about to have se-”

“La La La La La” you say putting your fingers in your ears “I do not need a sex-ed lesson from you nii-san" you swiftly leave the room a tad bit grossed out.

“Oh and by the way Tendou is probably in Eita’s and Kenjirou’s room.” he calls.

You excitedly skip over to Semi’s and Shirabu’s room happy to see your boyfriend ‘friend.’ Walking to the door, before you open it, you hear Tendou talking to Semi and Shirabu and the conversation topic seems to be about you.  

“How are things going with Y/N Tendou” Semi asked “You’re practically dating now. Right?”

“Well Semi-sem, I wouldn’t say that...” Tendou said, making you furry your eyebrows in confusion. “Y/N is a bit, you know... what’s the right word” he thinks, “Boring.”

You step back abit from the door, shocked. ‘Boring?’ How were you boring... You were hurt. Especially since you’ve heard the insult of you being boring your whole life, you knew that you took after your brother in most aspects but that didn’t make neither you or your brother boring. You’ve even have voiced that specific insecurity (about you being boring) where Tendou always assured you that you were the most interesting person he’s ever met.

You went back into Ushijima’s room since it was the closest place and you knew you could always go to your brother whenever you were upset or just in need of someone to listen to you rant about anything. Upon your entering, Ushijima looks up at you and before he could ask what was wrong you wrapped your arms around him and just burst out crying. Awkwardly, Ushijima pats your back not really knowing what to do. He waits for you to calm down before asking you “What’s wrong Y/N?”

“h-he called me boring...” you cried again slightly, “I heard him talking with Semi and Shirabu”

“Well I don’t think you a boring, not at all Y/N” he said handing you a tissue so that you can wipe your eyes and blow your nose “Do you need me to talk with him?”

“No!” You exclaimed “Don’t talk to him...I’ll handle it.” You knew that him and Tendou talking wouldn’t turn out right, because you weren’t even dating in the first place and Ushijima would definitely deep the situation more then needs be.  

“Ushiwaka I brought some snacks for us” said a cheerful sounding Tendou entering the room. His voice faltered when he saw a teary eyed you wrapped up in her brothers arm. “Y/N-chan are you alright?”  

“Yeah I’m fine” you respond dryly “Well I’ll be going...thanks Toshi”  

You leave the room not looking Tendou in the eye leaving him confused. He thought you would be happy to see him, although he knew you weren’t officially ‘together’ or whatever so he didn’t get why you seemed mad.

“Hey Ushiwaka, what’s wrong with Y/N” he asked  

“She said I am not allowed to discuss it with you.” Ushijima replied flipping through his magazine

‘So there is a problem..’ Tendou thought trying to think of things that could spur up your problem with him.

When you were heading to your room, you bumped into Semi and Shirabu who seemed to be heading towards your brother. “Hey Y/N” they greeted simultaneously

“hi guys..” you said sniffling  

They could see that you were sad and didn’t want to pry, so in an attempt to make you feel better Semi said “One of our friends, I think someone from Karasuno is having a party do you wanna come with us.” Just then, a lightbulb went off in your head and you thought of the best idea to really show Tendou you aren’t boring and you can also make your ‘boy’ friend jealous at the same time.

You immediately perk up and smile at the boys surprising them, “Sure, I'd love to go pick me up at 8?” you ask making them nod as you rush back to your dorm room to find something to wear.  

After basically emptying your wardrobe, you find something to wear (a little black dress to be precise) you couldn’t deny that you were hot in general but right now in this dress there was no dispute about how beautiful you are.

Semi knocks on your door right at 8pm, his eyes widening seeing how you look. You gave him a knowing smirk making the tips of his ears go red, “should we be going now...?” you ask as he was stood there frozen staring at you,

“Uhm yeah sure” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck feeling a little bit embarrassed.

Entering the party, a lot of eyes were on both you and Semi in jealousy and in want. You were both the most attractive ‘couple’ in the room and it was obvious that you both knew that. Tendou was already there sitting in the corner of the room with the rest of the Shiratorizawa boys, he had of bit of anger brewing in the pit of his stomach at the sight of you on Semi’s arm.

“Semi! My twin, welcome to the party!” Yelled a boy who looked kind of like Semi, making Semi roll his eyes

“Hi, I’m Sugawara but you can just call me suga” he says to you extending his hand “and you are...”

“Oh Hi! I’m Ushijima Y/N” you replied back giving his hand a shake

“I see, Ushiwaka’s little sister...cute” he says smiling in your face “Well I’ve got to now and make sure certain teammates of mine aren’t blowing up my house or anything so talk to you soon”

“You do kind of look the same Semi” you say to him teasingly

“Oh, shut up Y/N” he says jokingly making you laugh pretty loudly putting your arm on his bicep (forearm I don’t know the body part lol.) You look over to Tendou and you could tell he was getting bothered by your interaction with Semi making it even more enjoyable to you.

“Semi, do you wanna dance?” you ask batting your eyelashes at him, throwing him off. “Um okay.”

You were being a bit wild with your movements whilst dancing with Semi (since you’re obviously not the usual party-goer) but you were enjoying yourself nevertheless.  

“Are you okay Y/N?” Semi asks you  

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be” you respond

“Um...it’s just that you’ve been a bit weird tonight and I’ve seen the staring matches you and Tendou have been having” he says “Is everything alright with both of you?”

He leads you over to somewhere more private so that you could properly talk, “So what's been going on with the two of you.”

“You should know more than me Semi” you sigh “You were there when he called me boring”

“I don’t think he meant it th-” he starts  

“I don’t care what he meant to be honest, I just wanted to prove to him more so prove to myself that I’m not boring. Cause I don’t think I am.” you say

“You’re not Y/N” he says looking at you “Of course you aren’t.”

“I guess so... it doesn’t even matter I shouldn’t even be so upset, since me and Tendou aren’t actually dating.” you mumbled looking away

“Tendou really likes you Y/N” he says turning your body so you’re so looking at him “He talks about you all the time, since he thinks you’re amazing.”

You’re now staring into each other's eyes “And that’s because you are amazing Y/N” his words make you smile and look down slightly. Maybe it was just because you were both in the heat of the moment, but Semi lips up your chin so you’re both directly in front of each other and you then subconsciously lean into his face closing your eyes (with him doing the same.) And just as your lips were about to touch you hear a,

“What the fuck is happening here!” you look to your left and see both Tendou and Ushijima. With Tendou having his mouth agape and Ushijima having his usual monotone expression on. Tendou rushes over to you and grips your arm pulling your arm up, making you wince slightly and him lessening his grip on you. He pulls you into the bathroom and sits you down on the toilet (the lid is closed) and he leans against the sink.

“What’s your problem with me Y/N” he says sounding pretty fed up.

“Nothing...I don’t see why you care … It’s not like we’re dating or anything” you say mumbling the last part.

“Oh so that’s your problem!” he exclaims, kind of happy that he cracked the code on why you were mad at him.

“No my problem is that you think Im boring” you whine  

“Boring... I don’t think I ever sai-” he pauses realizing what you were referring too “Oh you heard me when I was with Semi-sem and Shirapoo... we thought we heard someone outside”

You sat there with a bored expression on your face waiting for an explanation, “I never said you were boring, well I did. But I assume you miss what I really said was ‘Boring. No that’s also the wrong word too she’s blunt it’s like I’m talking to a girl version of Ushijima sometimes it’s spooky.... but besides that, I really like her’ that’s what I said”

Oh, ‘I guess that makes sense,’ you think... because you were shocked that Tendou would call you boring in the first place so it makes more sense that he didn’t even fully mean that and you just didn’t hear the full thing.

“Oh” you say, looking down feeling a bit embarrassed  

"I really like you Y/N... and I know you’ve been waiting on me to ask you to be my girlfriend and I’m sorry for not doing it sooner, I just didn’t think we needed a label since we both knew what we were” he says kneeling down to be at your eye level “But obviously when I saw you dancing and flirting with Semi I realised what I gotta do... so Y/N Ushijima my ‘miracle girl’ will you be my girlfriend”  

“Of course,” you say giving him a hug  

“Oh, and Y/N...” he starts “were you really about to kiss semi” he asks in a jokey way “you would’ve been left with a permanent scowl left on your face” making you laugh.

After spending quite some time in the bathroom with Tendou, you finally leave and see Ushijima just standing outside patiently waiting.  

“Umm Toshi-nii what are you doing?” you ask  

“Just making sure you’re okay Y/N.” he says looking at both you and Tendou and then your hands that are holding each other's “Ahh I see you two are now boyfriend and girlfriend”

“Yes indeed we are Ushiwaka, I finally asked her!” Tendou replied

“Oh that’s good.” Ushijima nods at both at you as you start walking off to return to the party “Also Tendou, when you and Y/N have se-”

“Gosh Toshi, stop with the sex talk” you say putting your hands on your ears making Tendou laugh.

You and Tendou have so much fun in your relationship, always enjoying the time you spend together. There were no big problems with you two, besides minor arguments but if there ever was a problem you could always go to your big brother who had the best advice to give whether it was on relationships, plants or sex.