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life-in-the-monster-haus · 1 year

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you sound extremely white…. especially in your posts defending Gil and blaming shit on Lagoona, like….

your posts only convinced me even more that those two shouldn’t be together.

girls shouldn’t have to put up with racism for the sake of a guy and implying that lagoona should just go “that sucks 😢” whenever gil mentions his parent’s racism? Like wtf how is that a better lesson for kids than her wanting her boyfriend to stand up for himself? and if protecting lagoona from racism is oh so terrible for gil, just…. have them break up ffs. don’t encourage kids to stay in relationships like that where one has to endure racism for the other cus otherwise the person with racist parents gets punished.

Like, way to make it POC’s fault for racist parents being abusive to their kids? “it’s all lagoona’s fault cus she forced gil to take a stand against racism even tho his parents would punish him” like wow. you truly sound very white.

let’s also not gloss over the fact that you called Lagoona a bitch at one point for crying when Frankie asked her about boys. or you calling Draculaura a cow at one point too like wtf??? so maybe lay off the gendered insults for girls??? before jumping to the defense of a character POC dislike and who’s flaws you excuse as trauma cus you see yourself in him.

I'm gonna put this answer under a cut because some folks get cranky when I make long posts, even though there is a feature in your settings that can auto trim long posts, I get blamed anyways... it's easier to blame the person than to address the problem directly isn't it?... hey! that's kinda what happens to Gil! let's discuss.

Saying someone sounds white based off text and nothing else. 🚩🚩🚩

I'm Puerto Rican, thanks for asking. But I blamed shit on Lagoona because, some stuff was her fault, specifically stuff that put Gil directly in harms way. Maybe your cool with dumping your personal baggage on a disabled 16 year old but I'm not and no one should.

My posts were never written to prove that Gil and Lagoona are meant to be together, perfect for each other OR even good together, you're confusing me with a shipper, at most I've stated Gil is decent boyfriend material and I stand by that. The entire reason I write them is to prove Gil is an innocent and defend him from slander that this annoyingly prevalent sub-section of the fandom has been spreading that has absolutely NO basis in canon, if you read my posts like you claim to you'd have known that. I'm not really sure WHY Gil has become the fandom punching bag, Maybe it's because he's less masculine than the other MH guys? is it because he's Asian coded? is it because he needs a device to breathe? Maybe it's some unholy combination of homophobia, racism and ableism. fuck if I know, so I went looking: I watched hundreds of webisodes, days worth of movies and countless pages of teen wank in diaries so that y'all didn't have to and I put it in an easily digestible format but I guess that wasn't good enough for you hmm?

Girls shouldn't have to put up with racism for the sake of a guy. you're completely correct and I don't think I ever made that claim. UNFORTUNATELY saltwater people DO face racism in the G1 Monster High universe and Lagoona would face that same racism regardless if she was dating Gil or not. The racism isn't radiating from Gil, Lagoona says herself there is a long standing system of oppression against saltwater monsters which I covered here.

Also don't put words in my mouth, it's poor form- especially in a text based forum where people can go back and re-read everything we both said. I never once implied "that lagoona should just go “that sucks 😢” whenever gil mentions his parent’s racism" I said it was wrong of her to force him to tell his parents that he was seeing her, especially when she knew they had a threat hanging over his head. Also Gil doesn't just go around mentioning his parents are racist, it's just a fact that exists in this universe and when he IS forced to talk about it, it's always spoken with great shame. Like when he tried to dump Lagoona during the Gloom Beach arc, Y'all think they should have broken up? well here you go. Gil tried to break things off with Lagoona before they were even officially dating, he knew it was painful and tried to spare her. But she likes him and he likes her, so obviously that didn't work.

Gil DID stand up for himself, A LOT. I documented it WELL with pictures, links and colored words for emphasis! I practically spoon fed it to the reader from a silver platter, a child could understand it. If you read my review well enough to understand it to the point that you have a problem with it that you just HAD to tell me about, you'd know that. But clearly you gave my review as much attention as you gave canon because here is what happened in canon again since I don't think you listened the first time it aired or when I said it. In Episode 24 Gil defends Lagoona against Mr. Hack's bigoted statement that Sea Monsters are bad parents, they weren't even dating at that point they were just classmates. He defends Lagoona directly again in Volume 2 where he speaks directly to his parents (Probably his Father?) On the phone in front of Lagoona. THAT phone call? got him sent to a Boarding school far away as punishment for defying his parents wishes and wanting to be with Lagoona and he was there for the entire summer and half of the next school year. They are still TECHNICALLY not dating by this point they are just hanging out and into each other - even without the reward of Lagoona, Gil STILL stood up for her, got punished for it and came back for more because he directly defends Lagoona to his racist parents AGAIN in Volume 3 where Lagoona isn't there, it's just him and his parents so you know how he feels is genuine and not performative, there's a whole episode about it called "Defending your Lagoona" ... I didn't even need to write what I did, the episode should have been enough proof but clearly no one pays attention to either canon or context because some key component of understanding clearly got lost in translation. I'm gonna ASSUME that most of y'all just haven't watched G1 in literally 9 years and have FORGOTTEN the subtle things that make Gil a good kid, it's like y'all watched the first half of skull shores and were like "Wow, Gil is a piece of shit!" - without finishing the movie to know that he saved everyone in the end. People cite Gil being "wishy washy" or "spineless" as reasons why they don't like him, but the shit this kid has been though? He could be getting flogged off screen like Jesus in "the Passion of the Christ" for defying his parents for all we know: he's scared of his parents for a reason but he has been ALWAYS loyal to Lagoona and he stood up to Mr. Hack, Farnum and his own parents for her... the kids spine is made of iron. Some of y'all can't get your man to take a shower for you meanwhile Gil is out here chewing bigots a new one for Lagoona.

Rebelling against your parents prejudice and wrong beliefs to live a life that makes you happy is a GREAT message for kids to learn.

"if protecting lagoona from racism is oh so terrible for gil, just…. have them break up ffs. don’t encourage kids to stay in relationships like that where one has to endure racism for the other cus otherwise the person with racist parents gets punished."

Do you want to watch a show where they are constantly pining for each other because they can't be together? Because I don't... If I wanted to torture myself with love that is there but also isn't there I'd watch Miraculous. Lagoona also never endured any racism directly at the hands of the Webbers, she was just told not to date their son and they didn't even tell her themselves, Gil was always the messenger and he softened the blow as much as he possibly could. while it sucks that she keeps getting bad news it's not really quite the same as experiencing it first hand. But any story-line where the racists get what they want is a bad story-line.

"Like, way to make it POC’s fault for racist parents being abusive to their kids?"

... Did you seriously just try to tell me that G1 Lagoona is a person of color. Blonde haired, green eyed, beach waved hair, light skinned, tiny nosed, Australian, voiced by a white woman, Lagoona... is a person of color... I'm not saying that any of these traits in of themselves automatically makes G1 Lagoona white OR that people of color can't have any of these traits. I'm just saying that all of them PLUS how she's handled in the show with her privileged Yacht owning parents AND the sheer nerd rage from fans at her being Latina in G3 and thus "no longer white" are things that make her white. I know many people have head-canons that shes Aboriginal and that would be fantastic if it was true. But let us not give Mattel too much credit to think that far ahead. for all intents and purposes, G1 Lagoona is white.

HOWEVER, what she is going through IS a common struggle among people of color and I think Mattel did this intentionally to avoid torturing an actual person of color. Little brown kids get subjected to racism enough, they don't need to watch the cartoon mermaid go through it too. or maybe now I'm the one giving Mattel too much credit they probably just wanted to show "Look! white people have it tough too!"... Honestly? this whole allegory would have worked better if Lagoona was a dude and Gil was gay. None of you would have dared to force Gil out of the closet if Lagoona was a dude and his parents were homophobic, but for some reason because it's racism and not homophobia it's okay!? to put Gil at risk!? Would y'all be like "Maybe if Gil just wasn't into men he wouldn't have these problems!" being homeless because of being gay and being homeless because of racism is STILL being homeless, he gets disowned either way.... Make it make sense folks, because it doesn't. Didn't an actor recently get forced out of the closet and it was widely regarded as an awful thing? So why are we so gung-ho to make Gil tell his racist parents he's dating a girl he knows they won't like? Would you do that to him if he was gay and wanted a boyfriend? probably fuckin' not.

I never said everything was Lagoona's fault she is ALSO young and still learning, but somethings were - like him getting sent to boarding school. I realize that Lagoona is a fandom darling and most of y'all's precious little meow meow but she was wrong for that. And I don't hate that, I LIKE that we get flawed characters! Do I love it? No! she was wrong! BUT I LIKE that she was wrong, part of being young and learning is screwing up and making mistakes! we deserve complex characters who aren't perfect in every way. Being pushy and assertive is part of what makes Lagoona a compelling character - but it got someone hurt in this instance and she should learn from that... THAT is good writing... and it's one of the rare instances of good writing we get with these two but I'll get to that in a minute.

"let’s also not gloss over the fact that you called Lagoona a bitch at one point for crying when Frankie asked her about boys."

Once again putting words into my mouth, By making this statement it LOOKS like you read Page 2 of my media analysis but did you though? because context is SUPER important. I did not call Lagoona a bitch for crying, I called her a bitch for being mean to Frankie. Frankie went to Lagoona whose supposed to be their friend for advice but instead Lagoona made it all about her and was then sarcastic to Frankie's plight because her problem is worse and She's aiming for the gold medal of the Pain Olympics. I hate the pain olympics, there are no winners, only losers.

"you calling Draculaura a cow at one point too like wtf??? so maybe lay off the gendered insults for girls???"

And why DID I call Draculaura a cow?... Was it because she was cheating on her black boyfriend with a white guy? 3 seconds after he walked off screen!? because I'm pretty sure it was because she was cheating. once AGAIN we are in a situation where context is important! In the exact same page just discussed I took an entire sidebar to explain why Draculaura was being a cow. I have absolutely zero respect for cheaters and I could have (and should have) called her a lot worse. I'd also like to say that as far as insults for girls go? Cow is fairly mild I could have called her another C word that is frequently used against girls but I went with cow to keep it classy~. also side note: there are male cows, I think they're called Steers... but it's still a cow. Anyways I don't think you really care what I call Draculaura, I think you're now just trying to paint me out as some type of misogynist... which, just proves you don't follow me or know anything about what I preach here you're just mad that I defended a boy whom you're assuming is white.

"before jumping to the defense of a character POC dislike and who’s flaws you excuse as trauma cus you see yourself in him."

UHM... I don't recall reading anywhere that Gil is disliked by POC specifically!?!?! I can't track the barometrics of Monster High tumblr... In fact from what I can gather if TikTok & Twitter are anything to go by most of the people who are hating on Gil are overwhelmingly white... but at the same time I'm not polling anybody either. But just for the record I'm Latine and my friend who helps me out with MH & Gil lore, @peppapigvevo isn't white either... Sooo if your point is that POC are the ones who don't like Gil... I'm here to tell you that POC are also the ones defending him.

But Gil canonically doesn't really have a ton of flaws and the tiny ones he does have stem from him being young and inexperienced, frankly I wish he had more, it would give people a legit reason to hate on him instead of their reasoning now which boils down to: "His parents are racist and even though HE isn't racist I'm gonna blame him anyways because someone on social media told me to and I haven't watched the show in a decade so my memory of the lore is fuzzy at best but I saw Lagoona cry once so Gil MUST be the bad guy!." Which... Y'all are expecting perfection from Gil and that's a ridiculous standard for anyone to live up to let alone a 16 year old boy. But I'm not like... making up trauma for Gil, based on how much he fears his parents THAT is a trauma response that they have instilled in him, it's there I didn't invent it. healthy normal kids don't fear their parents the way Gil fears his, I can only assume he is afraid because they have given him a reason to be afraid. a statement I have also said, several times, in my posts that you claim to have read and take issue with.

Was Gil and Lagoona's relationship written extremely well? No. But do I think Mattel should have never touched the issue of racism in their show? also No! it took a lot of guts to put a story about prejudice in a kids cartoon and MH is for little kids, their target demographic is 6-11yr olds, obviously MH skews a bit older, otherwise none of us would be here. But I'm glad they covered this topic, I don't much care for shows that shy away from scary issues or talk to kids like they're stupid because kids aren't stupid, they're little proto humans who learn things way faster than we do and we should treat them as such. Not only did they touch the topic they did so with a main character and they didn't sugar coat it! we saw the pain Lagoona AND Gil went through because of his parents racism. Touching this topic at all is huge, was it perfectly handled? absolutely not! they never actually resolved the issue, Gil's parents never learned a lesson, got comeuppance or accepted Lagoona, Gil never got to date the girl he likes with family approval there was always something looming in the background. which is... fine?... things aren't always wrapped up nice and pretty with a bow in real life, sometimes things are messy. However, one thing that bothered everyone, including me was towards the end of G1 the writers didn't really know what to do with Lagoona and Gil so they just kinda... rehashed the same fight 3 or 5 times... it happened in the webisodes, diaries and the movies. and that's sloppy on the writers part, the same fight being milked for drama isn't Gil's fault and shouldn't be blamed on him... but it is. Gil is just the messenger and y'all shot him on sight.

Mattel:

Gil:

However, that wasn't the end. Gil and Lagoona may not have got the fairy tale ending some people think they deserve or the tragic breakup that other people think they deserve but they did get closure. Gil's Mansters diary takes place after the events of 13 wishes and his parents wrote out a list of chores for him to do while they are out on a trip and before he goes to stay with Deuce for the weekend and the last thing he SAYS they put on the list is as follows:

"+ Don't date Lagoona. They didn't actually write that. I just know what they're thinking. Actually, we don't really talk about that directly very much anymore. We kind of just agree to disagree, especially since Lagoona was wished into a freshwater monster and back again. I think they saw how miserable I was during that whole time, and I believe it made some kind of an impact.. hopefully."

and that was how the saga of Gil, Lagoona & The Webbers ended. Not with a roar but with a whisper. It's also canonical proof in his own words that Gil was, in fact miserable during 13 wishes just in case anyone doubted it after my review.

It's not a happy ending or a sad ending it's not even a peaceful ending. it's an uneasy cease fire... which is good enough? I suppose. Gil's parents love him enough to let it go (after both Lagoona and he endured great personal struggles), They know he's dating Lagoona and he knows they don't like that, Lagoona knows they don't like it, I'm sure Lagoona isn't welcome over for dinners or anything but the issue has been dropped. Gil and Lagoona can finally date, no strings attached.

I'm sure that's not the ending you would have written, my very grumpy anon. But relationships are complex and sometimes the solutions to their problems are complex too but love finds a way to triumph over bigotry.

And that is a message that we could all learn from.

#monster high #gil webber

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rgbyshipper101 · 1 year

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headcanons for Palletshipping?

Also what is Gary's hair routine?

Ooooo! I still need to do an official post buuuut let me post some:

Ash’s Japanese name is Satoshi while Gary’s is Shigeru. When they were younger they couldn’t pronounce the “sh” so they called each other SatoCHI and CHIgeru. They still do now at times.

Ash is pan and Gary is gay. Ash always gave me the kind of vibe that he loves everybody.

Ash didn’t really know about stigmas with guys dating. He was just like “I like Gary” and no internal crisis.

Gary on the other hand was the opposite. Took him a looooong time to be fully open.

Dated in secret because of it and because they wanted to slowly get a feel for each other first.

Ash helped Gary open up, but since Ash was one of the causes of him hiding his emotions, it took years.

Ash calls Gary when he has time - even remembering to call him more-so than his mother. Gary berates him on that to his chagrin.

Pikachu and Umbreon are best friends and become a couple.

Gary sends Ash gifts when he knows which town Ash is in.

Ash sends Gary handwritten notes since while Gary likes material possessions, he appreciates a heartfelt gift from someone more.

Brock knew all along.

There was kind of a confession at the lake during the Silver Conference under the full moon but Ash didn’t get it. (Canon! Kinda.)

Gary was slowly courting Ash unknowingly then when he realized he freaked and stopped.

Ash eventually realized (since he likes him and took notice of him acting out of character) and bluntly asks him out.

Gary got embarrassed and wouldn’t do anything for several minutes but then was like “Weellll I see you’ve got taste Ashy-boy and you look cute today so I’ll say yesss.”

On their dates they catch up and actually talk. And I mean talk. Not just about pokemon - family, friends, adventures, everything good and bad.

Gary doesn’t feel close to his grandfather so he was anxious to tell him. Ash was all for telling his mom. Ash wanted to know if Gary wanted to tell her first but Gary said it would be best if they told them both together.

Gary wanted to tell them when they were both established in their careers but did it earlier for Ash - at about 18yrs old.

They started dating…oh gosh…I’ll just say end of Sinnoh after the league. I headcanon Sinnoh they’re both 15.

Ash was so out of sorts for his first boyfriend that he was out of it the entire Unova arc.

Gary didn’t visit home during that time since he was afraid someone would hazard a guess. Sometimes people can just tell.

Unfortunately, that got both their guardians concerned and they had to fib. But they laughed to each other about it and that’s when they had serious talks and not just standard ones.

Ash would go to the end of the region in a corner city to get a specific item for Gary that he thought he would like. Gary would have it specially made and tailored to perfection before he gives his to Ash.

When they’re older, they’d live together. But the house would usually be empty since they both travel for their careers.

They’d travel together. (I swear to god anipoke that was perfect why-)

They’d adopt three kids. Twin boy toddlers and a baby girl three years younger. (Possibly adopt another little girl to make it even. She would be several years younger than the first girl.) Boys will have brown hair and brown eyes and the first girl have black hair and green eyes. The second girl will have red hair and blue eyes.

Pikachu and Umbreon have babies. I don’t know how many.

They still bicker and tease each other although now it’s all in good fun. They’re still rivals at heart.

Idk if I should do NSFW or not…maybe a separate post.

I know I have more this is just all I can think of at the moment.

I don’t know much about hair. x_x But I’ll give you headcanons:

Used to wash it every day

Freaked out when someone told him you’re not supposed to wash it every day

Took a long time to get used to not doing it

But when he does he goes all out

Shampoo, conditioner, styles it juuuust right, hair spray, mousse, depends on the day

He likes how it can look spiky but still feel soft

Thanks for the ask! :) @hissingaspinthegrass

#pokemon #gary oak #ash ketchum #ask #palletshipping #hair routine #headcanons

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freyatarotreadings8 · 11 months

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The thing about the problematic behavior is that since Chris and Alba went public with their relationship a lot of problematic (racist, fatphobic, antisemitic, cultural appropriation) tweets and Instagram posts from her friends became public. I think it’s fair to say that it only got found because some of his fans were jealous and desperate to find anything bad about her to make her an “unacceptable” partner for Chris - but that doesn’t mean the material in question is without any problems. The other issue is a lot of the posts and tweets are from around 10 years ago so a lot of people (his other fans, people outside his fandom, her fans) think that his fans are overreacting because they’re envious of Alba and they think it’s unfair to blame her for the actions of her friends so long ago.

But for his fans, they still feel it is something to be concerned about because over the years Chris has been very very vocal about social justice issues to the point that he started a political platform (ASP) and got all this positive press for being The Best Chris and The Internet’s Boyfriend, but now he is dating someone who has been found to be against everything he said he stood for. He branded himself as an activist of some kind who was willing to use his voice and risk his reputation to speak about racism, politics, homophobia and more even if it changed how certain people saw him. There is also the saying that you are who your friends are. Alba’s friends are very close to her so the belief is that she shares these problematic views. She even calls one of her best friends her “soulmate” and their relationship is very, very close that some people even thought they were dating before she and Chris were confirmed. She used to post about this close friend a lot and she still interacts with them publicly.

So now many of his fans are looking at him differently and asking what it says about Chris if he’s comfortable being in a serious relationship with her. They believe he tolerates this behavior and that his silence makes him guilty of racism, fatphobia, antisemitism etc. by association especially because he won’t say anything. A lot of his fans feel like the image he has created over the last two decades was all a lie and they feel duped and disillusioned. There are quite a few big fan pages that have even left social media because of the drama and feeling that they can’t support him anymore.

Thank you so much for informing me. It’s truly mind blowing 🤯🫣 My response can be slightly all over the place. I’m sick right now.

It seems that fans work better than some FBI agents. Her friends are truly awful. What did they do after that pandora box opening? Have they apologized or something? Any reactions?

Actually, I do believe that people are able to change. Yeah, it doesn’t happen overnight. Again in order to change yourself, you should work with your subconscious and it doesn’t like any changes. Life isn’t about degradation. So, there is a chance that they have changed. We should pay attention to their current actions and attitudes. However, I assume they realize that they are under radar and they filter a lot. We attract who we are. Sigmund Freud once said, "We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious." Subconscious mind contains all our behavior patterns, deep seated instincts and beliefs. Our surroundings play a huge role in our development. Friends and family can say a lot about a person. So, a questionable individuals around Chris say a lot about him as a person. When a person creates an idol for himself and puts him on a pedestal, sooner or later a bewitching aura around a hero disappears and the disappointment hits heavily.

Well, he is a part of vicious Hollywood machine. They have always been liking to create brand new public personalities for actors. He played good guy cards, because it was a win win situation for him. He may have the same opinions about social and political issues tho.

It’s impossible to change Chris by criticizing him. Defensive mode on. When someone is defensive, there is little you can say to break though his walls. It gonna be a huge life lesson for him. Maybe, he will finally grow up.

#chris evans #ce

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mvrders-are-okay · 7 months

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— ( TERRITORIAL . . . ! )

— [ scaramouche × male reader ]

— [ content warnings: this is in school settings, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re underaged. dub-con. cheating. reader is an asshole, lol. implied baby-trapping. implied multiple orgasms. dominant scara! ]

— ( NOTES . . . ! )

all right, here is my take for a powerbottom scara. it’s been on my mind lately. modern au, someone please give me the will to write in the canon genshin surroundings.

scaramouche seethed at the sight before him.

how could one not? when you see your boyfriend being touched and kissed by another, who is not going to be mad? he’s going to fucking combust.

he expected to meet you at the students council faculty ( he was the president – yes, shocking ) all good and behave for him, doing some school related works.

but what he found was the executive secretary straddling your lap like – like – like they belonged there! and what’s worse is that you’re just fucking letting them!

acara felt hot tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he continued to watch from the doorway.

fuck this. this is so fucked up beyond words. how — what — why?! that person knows – the whole campus knows, hell, even the principal knows – that you two are dating, fucking, even! the fucking audacity?!

he had always knew that they had their eyes on you. always trying to gain your attention when in meetings, trying to seek more approval from you than they should have – and scaramouche, being the possessive lover he is, just clings on to you tighter and will press a kiss on the crook of your neck, loving the way you shuddered and how they rolled their eyes at the sight.

scara could only scoff. everyone would be lucky to fucking have you. you’re tall, attractive, handsome, and most of all, you’re so cute and adorable! you are the definition of a cute-but-hot boyfriend material. so, it’s no surprise that this whore of an executive secretary is latching on to you like a leech.

he tried his best to not crumble, and he succeeded. somehow.

scara folded his arms over his chest, appearing unaffected by the sight – but archons knows he’s literally dying and shriveling up in jealousy inside.

“well, well, well,” he said bitterly, catching your attention. “get a room, won’t you two? fucking disgusting.”

“s-scara —”

“what?” he spat.

the whore on your lap was frozen and wouldn’t have moved to get themselves off of you if you didn’t tap their thigh, they shuffled to stand up. they looked down on their feet, hands clasping in front of each other, nibbling on their lower lip, as if in shame – but scara knows full fucking well that’s really not the case.

scaramouche took it upon himself to stride to you and grip your tie, in which you let out a surprised yelp at, and proceeded dragging you out of the room. luckily, it isn’t recess nor lunch break – no one gets to see this – him, with his eyeliner smudging down his cheeks because of the stray tears that are spilling down.

fuck you and your attractiveness, making everyone steal you away from him!

in one swift move, he pushed you inside an empty classroom, locking the door and prompted to push at you, slapping your chest, your face, in a fit of rage and jealousy.

but the worst feeling he’s currently feeling . . . is anguish.

“you — ! fuck you, [ name ]! fuck you!” he cursed repeatedly, now crying unabashedly. he pushed you further and further, hands not once stopping to hit your chest, shoulder, stomach – anywhere it could land on – before you’re backed against the wall. “you asshole! what do you—what w-were you even thinking?! you know we’re in a fucking relationship and you’re — you’re letting others—fuck, i hate you! so much!”

he banged his fists on your chest, as if hurting you would remove all the anger and sadness and agony gnawing at him in the inside. he cried, and cried, and bawled his eyes out.

“what, are they better than me, huh?! is that it? do you think they can make you happy than i fucking can? make you feel good than I can?!” he practically yelled your ears off, and when you didn’t respond, he was, in lack of better words, absolutely even more livid. “talk, you asshole!”

“i . . .” you said – and fuck that soft, meek voice of yours, trying to make his heart melt. “i’m sorry . . . i didn’t . . . i – i mean, they forced me! they—um . . . they . . .”

“bullshit! you could have pushed them away!” scaramouche was full on crying now, hiccuping, with snot on his nose that kept he trying to sniffle back, and his face blotched with a mix of pink and red. he doesn’t even think he can shout anymore, his voice was hoarse. “i-is that all i am to you? we’ve been together for two fucking years, [ name ]! am—am i t-that easy to . . . to . . . to . . .”

he just broke down. poor boy feeling everything bad all at once.

but then, the last part of his rationality and sanity drifted off, and he looked at you with crazed eyes.

the next thing that happened was a bit of a blur – you just felt his lips smushing against yours in a forceful kiss, palming your clothed cock, squeezing at it.

he still cried in the kiss.

then he pulled away, getting down on his knees without any words, he just unbuckled your belt, pulled down your trousers and boxers, and just . . . proceeded taking your half-hard cock in his mouth – it immediately went to the back of his throat.

scara moved his head back and forth, hallowing his cheeks and looking up at you through his teary gaze. he had his small hands wrapping around your base to pump off the inches he couldn’t accommodate.

with the snot stuck in his nose, and your thick cockhead blocking his airways, it was so hard to breathe – but he pushed through it.

he pulled his mouth off with a pop, still jerking you off with his hands. “think they can make you feel good than i do, huh?” he said, smirking when you gripped his hair, groaning and grunting, and he wrapped his small mouth around the mushroom head of your cock, sucking on it like a delicious lollipop.

scara swirled his tongue over the slit, and that’s when he tasted your cum. you released in his mouth, and on his face when he pulled off. his face and hair was stained with your thick cum, and he fluttered his long lashes up at you, looking very provocative as he continued to kneel before you.

he was going to make you regret ever cheating on him.

and that’s how he got you on the floor with him, riding your cock up and down. he had his shirt taken off, revealing his whole chest, and only with his black skirt and thigh-highs and shoes left on.

he rode you with passion, moaning, whining, screaming when your cock effortlessly reach that one spot in him.

“t-think—hng—y-y-you can ch-cheat on m-me again if—if you—if you—hah, fuck!—if you get me pregnant? huh? i won’t let y-you, bitch.”

scara was going to make sure you get him fucking pregnant. he doesn’t even care anymore. he doesn’t care if someone was watching through the glass in the door. he doesn’t care if you knocked him up and make him useless, getting him to drop out to take care of the baby and just be a useless little housewife for you when you get home. he doesn’t care.

“you don’t g-get to cheat on me when i can make you feel t-this good, you h-hear? ah . . . ah . . . ah, ah, ah . . .”

the sloppy sounds filled the empty room. you had already cum in him so many times – both of you were pushing through your overstimulation.

well, who’s to blame but you?

i beg to please do not plagiarize my works—it’s no fun.

#genshin x amab reader #sub scaramouche x top amab reader #top amab reader #subtop male reader #powerbottom scaramouche #what is this.#genshin smut #top male reader #male reader

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mrsbsmooth · 9 months

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 31 (Part 2 of 2)

Chat with Marshall, chat with LI

You and Marshall plant yourselves on the bean bags, watching as the others head off into the villa.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So what’s with all the secrecy?

PLAYER_IDLE: Speed dates got you rattled?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Rattled? Me? Doesn’t compute sorry.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I just wanted to see how you’re doing.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: And what you thought of Toby…

PLAYER_IDLE: I knew it.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: What? I’m just curious!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Is he boyfriend material? Has he got rizz? Should us boys be worried?

He’s hot AF

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Toby is hot, hot, hot!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You boys better watch out!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Ahh he doesn’t seem all that.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’m sure he’s nothing we can’t handle.

He’s pretty mid

PLAYER_IDLE: To be honest he seems pretty mid.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I wouldn’t be too worried.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not for me at least.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: That’s good to know.

Can’t tell yet

PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t really tell yet.

PLAYER_IDLE: Was only a speed date, you know.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He could have potential, I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You don’t seem too enthused so I’ll take that as a good sign.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Why do you ask?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Is someone jealous?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I’d be lying if I said no.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know why but something about seeing you with him rubbed me the wrong way.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I wanted it to be me on the other side of that table.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Interesting…

PLAYER_HAPPY: The other girls seemed to like him…

PLAYER_IDLE: Amelia certainly did, that’s for sure.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Yeah, I noticed.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Couldn’t tell if that was for real or just for my benefit.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Either way, it looks like Amelia is defo still open to new people.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Do you think Amelia and Toby would make a good couple?

They’re two peas in a pod

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah they would be cute.

PLAYER_HAPPY: They’re already two peas in a pod.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I thought that might be the case.

They wouldn’t work

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think they would work.

PLAYER_IDLE: They’re not right for each other.

MARSHALL_IDLE: It didn’t look that way from where I was standing.

You worried?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Why? You getting worried?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Actually not as much as I thought I’d be.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: To be honest, {0} I didn’t just ask you over here to talk about Toby.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Go on…

MARSHALL_IDLE: The truth is, I think Amelia and Toby would make a good couple.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Much better than me and her anyway.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I didn't want to admit it before but it doesn't feel right between us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Really?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: If I'm brutally honest I think I made a mistake.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You were the one I felt that electricity with.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You got the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end!

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: But I let the other guys get in my head.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you mean?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: When I was talking with the other guys in Casa, Andy and Francis were so taken with you.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I didn't want to step on their toes.

MARSHALL_SAD: But I should have trusted my gut. Because I was even more taken with you.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I know things were a bit chaotic in Casa when Amelia came in.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But I always thought there was something between you and me.

PLAYER_IDLE: What are you saying Marshall?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Would you still be interested in getting to know me, {0}?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: To see if we share a connection?

I’d love to explore things!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d love to get to know you better.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Would be a shame not to explore the connection between us.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’m pumped to hear you say that.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Been desperate to say something.

You had your chance

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That boat has sailed Marshall.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You had your chance back in Casa Amor and you chose Amelia.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You can’t come crying to me just because Amelia is moving on.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: You’re right. I’m sorry.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Just wanted to see if it was possible, but now I know.

If you weren’t with Amelia

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I would, you know.

PLAYER_SAD: If you weren’t with Amelia.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just feels like I can’t with you two being coupled up.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Yeah, I obviously wouldn’t want anything to happen while I was with Amelia.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: But who knows, we may not be a couple for long…

Never

PLAYER_IDLE: No thanks, Marshall. I’m not interested.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Never have been, never will be.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Oh right, clearly I got the wrong end of the stick.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Nevermind. I won’t bother you then.

AMELIA_HAPPY: What are you two talking about?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Just a little catch up.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Didn’t want to distract you from loverboy over there…

AMELIA_IDLE: Actually, Marshall, I think it’s best we talk.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: That sounds like a good idea.

MARSHALL_IDLE: See you later, {0}.

You look around for a moment, searching for the others when your phone pings!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

The Islanders rush out from the villa!

{0}_HAPPY: So, what does it say?

LITEXT: Islanders, now that you’ve got to know Toby, it's time to get a little messy. It’s time for Snog, Marry, Pie. {0}PieOrNotToPie {1}Snogathon

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Oh my days… here we go.

As you look around for the other Islanders, {0} approaches you.

{0}_HAPPY: Hey, {1}. Sorry didn’t want to interrupt you and Marshall.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d love to pull you for a quick chat?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sure, let’s go.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Everything ok?

{0}_HAPPY: Oh yeah, fine.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Just wanted to catch up with you after the whole speed date thing.

{0}_IDLE: Looked like you and Toby were getting on?

PLAYER_HAPPY: He’s hot, can’t tell a lie.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Was afraid you might say that.

PLAYER_IDLE: Meh, he’s not really my type.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure yet, could go either way.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You could probably tell me and Toby’s date wasn’t too romantic.

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah I saw.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: He just wasn’t doing anything for me.

{0}_FLIRTY: To be honest my mind was elsewhere…

{0}_SAD: Seemed like you two were getting on well…

{0}_SAD: I mean very well…

{0}_SAD: I could hear Toby laying it on thick.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh you think? Were you getting jealous?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Actually yeah I was…

{0}_FLIRTY: I wanted it to be me sat on the other side of that table.

{0}_FLIRTY: I could feel myself getting riled up!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh really?

{0}_FLIRTY: Are you enjoying getting me all jealous?

I sure am

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I am a bit, yeah.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s fun to see you squirm.

{0}_HAPPY: Well I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.

I didn’t mean to

PLAYER_IDLE: No I didn’t mean to make you feel jealous!

PLAYER_IDLE: We were only talking.

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry, I’m probably overreacting.

Yeah, we did it on purpose

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course I am, we did it on purpose…

{0}_SURPRISED: What do you mean?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Toby asked if there was anyone I wanted to make jealous.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Get them to get their graft on…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That was you…

{0}_HAPPY: Well, it worked wonders! Very naughty.

{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to tell you that I’m willing to put the graft in.

{0}_IDLE: You definitely got my attention today.

{0}_FLIRTY: I really want to see where things could go with us.

{0}_FLIRTY: It reminded me how strong my feelings are.

- - - - - - -IF OG LI

{0}_SAD: I know things have been tense since you came back from Casa.

{0}_IDLE: But I want you to know that everything I said before you left still stands.

{0}_FLIRTY: It reminded me how strong my feelings are for you.

{0}_FLIRTY: And how much I want you back…

{0}_FLIRTY: I know I’m not the only one with their heart set on you.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I do want to be the one that walks out of the villa with you.

- - - - - - -IF ELLIOT / ANDY / FRANCIS

{0}_SAD: I know things have been tense since you came back from Casa.

{0}_IDLE: But I want you to know that everything I said before you left still stands.

{0}_FLIRTY: It made me realise how much I don’t want to lose you.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I’m not going to let that happen.

{0}_FLIRTY: I know I’m not the only one with their heart set on you.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I do want to be the one that walks out of the villa with you.

- - - - - - -IF OZZY

{0}_SAD: I know things have been tense since you came back from Casa.

{0}_SAD: Especially with me and Grace still being coupled up.

{0}_IDLE: But I want you to know that everything I said before you left still stands.

{0}_IDLE: I stuck with Grace out of respect for her and I didn’t want her to be dumped.

{0}_IDLE: She deserves to find the right person for her too.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t want to do anything to hurt her but I still can’t deny my feelings for you.

{0}_SAD: Just know that if you want me, I will find a way to be with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: It reminded me how strong my feelings are for you.

{0}_FLIRTY: And how much I want to be with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I know I’m not the only one with their heart set on you.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I do want to be the one that walks out of the villa with you.

Before you can respond your phone pings!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

The other Islanders rush out from the villa!

{0}_HAPPY: So, what does it say?

LITEXT: Islanders, now that you’ve got to know Toby, it's time to get a little messy. It’s time for Snog, Marry, Pie. {0}PieOrNotToPie {1}Snogathon

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Oh my days… here we go.

NARRATOR: Ah yes, the ancient ritual of Snog, Marry, Pie.

NARRATOR: Whose evening will be a matrimonial dream?

NARRATOR: Who will end up covered in cream?

NARRATOR: And when will someone finally snog me?!

NARRATOR: Yes I ran out of rhymes! I guess we’ll find out next time on Love Island!

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wickeddruig · 2 years

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Elevator Music

pairings: rafe cameron x woc!reader

summary: you feel as though you and your boyfriend are growing apart until he is put in a situation where he gets extremely jealous

warnings: asshole rafe, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, sex, elevator sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of trapping (like with a baby) unedited work

word count: 1.8k

authors note: this is my first fan fic on here so please be kind, idk if the smut is good but i had fun writing it.

You and Rafe had been dating for a few years now, you were high school sweethearts that met in your junior year and now you two were in your early 20’s, you had spent almost 4 years together. You were actually celebrating your 4th year this weekend.

You got a room at a very nice 5 star hotel, you didn’t care about material things but being Rafe’s girlfriend you learned to appreciate it at least. You were going to enjoy the luxuries while you were here. There was a pool, bar, a nice 5 star restaurant attached to the hotel and don’t even get started about the view from your room.

The only thing about the trip you wish was better was Rafe, sad to say but recently you felt like he was distancing himself. He would lose patience more, didn’t touch you as often, didn’t pay you any attention. In high school he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, he would sneak into classrooms to make out with you.

He would get you to skip class to drive around and have sex in his car but more recently he’s not doing those things anymore. You two were growing apart. You heard the stories of high school sweethearts never staying together too long after high school but you were dumb, you thought you could beat the odds but it was starting to become clear that you couldn’t.

The two of you were seated at the restaurant at the hotel, you ordered your favorite go to meal which probably upset Rafe that you were getting the same thing at a fancy restaurant instead of trying something new. You weren’t really in the mood to try new things though.

He, of course was more adventurous than you so he was trying something different. Maybe that’s why he was losing interest in you. because even though opposites attract sometimes it can be complicated dealing with someone who doesn’t share much of the same interests than you.

“If you’re just going to pick at your food maybe we should just leave” Rafe said with a hint of annoyance. You weren’t picking at your food because you weren’t hunger, you were picking at your food because of the silence between you two.

“I’m not picking at my food, worry about your own plate” you snapped. you weren’t the type to just let anything he said fly by. Maybe that’s also why the two of you were butting heads

“Well, when i’m paying for it, i’ll worry about it” He responded with his nostrils flaring. You immediately started to roll your eyes. You needed a break from this so you placed your napkin down passive aggressively.

“I’m going to the bathroom” You said backing away from your table, Rafe flicked his hand in a dismissive way.

You got up from the table and as you were walking away you bumped into someone, you realized it was a young man in an expensive suit, a very handsome young man. He looked to be about a few years older than you. You were never really into older men but after seeing this guy you might think you actually were. i mean how could you know, you had been with the same and only guy for years.

You realized he dropped a bunch of napkins once you bumped into him. You bent down to help him out and your fingers brushed against each other, you brushed and once you finished helping him you walked to the bathroom.

Once you got in the bathroom you looked in the mirror placing your hands on the sink and letting out a sigh. We’re you that touched deprived that a you couldn’t handle hand brushing? it wasn’t even sexual but it didn’t help that you still felt dirty for feeling something considering you had a boyfriend. Not that Rafe even noticed he was too busy looking at his phone to notice.

You took a deep breath and went back to your table. Rafe was still on his phone as you expected. You both finished your meal and went back to your room not saying a word to each other. When you got into your hotel bed that night you both slept with your backs facing each other.

You almost cried yourself to sleep that night but after reminding yourself that you weren’t a pussy who cried because their boyfriend is a dick you feel asleep, thinking about the handsome guy from the restaurant.

You woke up the next morning feeling like a whole new person. You decided today you were going to go down to the pool. It was early so hopefully there were no kids there. Nothing wrong with kids, you liked them but you wanted to read your book while dipping your toes into the water and you couldn’t really do that if there was a lot of splashing going on.

“Is that what you’re wearing” Rafe asked with a bit of judgement in his tone.

“Yeah.. Why” You said looking at your body in the mirror, it was a two piece suit you had on, you thought that you looked good in it. you loved your body because why not love your body while you’re young? you’ll end up wishing you did when you get older anyways so better enjoy it while you can.

“It’s a bit skimpy” He said rolling his eyes

“Whatever” You responded rolling your eyes back at him. You snatched your bag from the bed and headed out the door. Rafe followed behind you which you thought was weird because he didn’t really have any swim trunks on and he hadn’t really given you the indication that he was going with you in the first place. You shrugged him off.

As you got into the elevator you noticed the handsome man from the restaurant was in their as well. Your chest got tight and you got a little nervous, if you were a lot more lighter you probably would’ve blushed. Thank the heavens for your dark skin.

“Hey, you’re the girl from the restaurant last night” The man said, making a joke out of it. his voice was so deep you couldn’t fainted, it wasn’t as sexy as Rafe’s though. The elevator music made everything all the more awkward.

“Yeah..” you trailed on with your hand scratching the back of your neck “Sorry about that”

You let out a nervous laugh and pulled on your earlobe, it was something you did often when you were nervous. You used to do it around Rafe, it used to be one of his favorite quirks of yours.

You honestly didn’t even acknowledge Rafe in the elevator, you didn’t want to deal with the confrontation if he had realized you were fancying another man in the same air as him. He hadn’t been giving you the kind of attention you deserve. You were starting to say something else to him but he got off the elevator on his floor.

“That swimsuit makes you look slutty” a voice from behind you said, obviously it was Rafe. You didn’t responded. That’s what he wanted and you weren’t going to give him what he wanted.

“Did you hear me” He said his voice raising again. You looked back at him and rolled your eyes. That must’ve triggered him because he pressed the button that made the elevator stop completely. This made you terrified because you always feared being stuck in an elevator

“You’re such a slut” Rafe said grabbing your cheeks in his hand and lifting your face up to look at him “You don’t think i noticed what happened at the restaurant? him looking at you and touching you? you’re my girl, not his”

“you don’t treat me like i am” you said

“shut the fuck up” was all he said before he crashed his lips into you, he pushed your body against the wall of the elevator, his hands roaming your body and sliding into your swimsuit bottoms.

He feels how wet you are. He glided his thumb against your clit causing you to shiver and he sticks two fingers inside of you pumping in and out of you slowly causing you to moan until he immediately takes his fingers out. You look up at him confused. He brings his other hand up to your throat and squeezes it roughly but not hard enough to harm you.

“are you wet for me or for him” he furrows his eyebrows

“you” you can barely speak, not because his hands are too tight but because you’re so turned on you can barely even speak, things in your relationship haven’t been this fun since high school.

“My girl” He smirks taking his fingers that were inside of you and sucks on your juices. He unbuckles his jeans and bushes them to the ground, he takes his hand off of your throat and forces you to turn around “I knew when i saw you come out the bathroom you were hoping you’d see him today, that’s why i had to come with you. you’re my girl and no one can take you away from me. got that”

you nodded your head, listening to the elevator music that still managed to play in the background.

“say it” he said as he whispered, slipping his hands into your hair and pulling your head back to his ear.

“i’m yours”

“exactly now let me show you so you don’t try to leave me again” he said pushing your head against the wall, his hand was still in your hair and he used his free hand to guide his cock inside of you.

He thrusted in your roughly as he used the hand that he guided his cock with to reach over and rub your clit with. you were moaning like crazy, at some point you couldn’t even make a sound, your eyes were rolling back.

“Fuck Rafe” You moaned out his name, he loved when you did that, it sent him over the edge, it made him thrust into you so hard you couldn’t even speak.

“fuck i’m so close” He said but he wasn’t pulling out, usually before he cums he pulls out because you two obviously weren’t ready for kids

“Pull out” You managed to say

“No, im putting my kids in you so you can never get rid of me” He whispered in your ear before nibbling on it. For some reason that turned you on even more and pushed you to your release. You both came at the same time.

Rafe pulled up his pants and helped you pull up your swimsuit bottoms. You didn’t really need help but he insisted. He pressed the button on the elevator for it to start again. He grabbed your hand as the elevator door opened and you both existed towards the pool.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx rafe #obx #obx x reader #outerbanks x reader #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe fic #smut #fan fic

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babu-haitani · 3 years

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I saw the request is open, can i request Mikey x Fem!Reader? I want to see Mikey reaction when his crush (the reader) answer Emma question of who will she date in Toman, and the reader bluntly answer Mitsuya, without even blushing or hesistating, like she answer a fact. But the reader does not love Mitsuya, she just RATIONALLY LOGICALLY think he is a good boyfriend material candidate. The reader and Mikey have a crush on each other, but the reader is oblivious and hide her feeling for Mikey. Happy ending (Mikey and Reader end up together) but i want to see the chaos that will happen there. Please make it as chaotic as possible.

I enjoyed writing this one!! this was so fun to write! <3

P.S let's all imagine that none of the bad stuff ever happened, like everyone is there, COMPLETE and HAPPY!

Platonic - Romantic (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Mikey x FEM! Reader

P.S Characters are Highschool Students (16-17)

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MANJIRO SANO (MIKEY)

You and Emma were classmates back then in middle school, ended up becoming friends then Best friends ti'll you guys reached Highschool. Since you and her are bestfriends, you get to meet Mikey. His older brother which turned out to be the guy you started liking. You and Mikey are completely oblivous towards each others feelings, Emma knows Mikey likes you but she doesn;t have a slightest clue if you like him back since you were really good at hiding secrets. Today is the day where she will find out.

You and the rest of Toman Leaders and Vice-Leaders along with Hina and Emma were hanging out at the Sano household. Mikey and Emma called everyone to come and hangout but surprise surprise...this two didn't plan anything fun to do.

"So you're telling me...You both called all of us out here and didn't plan on what to do?..." Draken scolded the Sano siblings who were both pouting because Draken made them kneel.

"We just wanted to hangout with you guys!!" Emma whined. Draken then took a long and deep sigh.

"Draken, It's fine...stop scolding the two..." Mitsuya chuckled as he patted Draken's back. The two sano's looked at Mitsuya with teary-eyes and hugged his legs.

"Thank you, MAMA MITSUYA!!!" Mikey whined as he clenches onto Mitsuya's legs.

"So...what should we all do?" Chifuyu asked as he looked around.

It was now silent, all of you started staring at each other then Hina slowly raised her hand.

"Maybe we can play party games?...like Truth or Dare, cards or Board games..." She suggested shyly. You looked at everyone who was beaming with joy at Hina's suggestion.

"Who's down to play Truth or Dare!!?" Baji yelled as he flashed his canine smile.

Everyone except Mucho and Sanzu didn't raised their hands.

"Eh? Mucho? Sanzu? you guys aren't joining?" Kazutora asked. The two just nodded, grabbing the cards they raised it. Indicating that they want to play cards instead. After leaving the two leaders of the 5th Division to play cards all of you formed a circle and placed a glass bottle in the middle.

"Everyone knows the rules for T or D right?" Smiley asked, to which everyone nodded. Smiley spinned the bottle and it landed on Hakkai, Hakkai's eyes widened.

"Me?! right of the bat?!" He whined.

"No backsies!" Angry scolded Hakkai, to which he just rolled his eyes at Angry

"I wasn't gonna back out! anyways...I pick Dare?" Hakkai said.

"Wow! Hakkai's being bold for picking Dare!" Mikey teased Hakkai, everyone in the room started smiling.

"Okay! I dare Hakkai to...speak like a girl during the whole game!" Smiley dared Hakkai. Hakkai started complaining while the others started laughing their asses off because of Hakkai's attempt to speak like a girl.

The game continued on without all of you guys having fun but for some reason you can't seem to relax. You were sitting right next to Mikey, That's why...

You have had a crush on the guy since you first met him during middle school days and it kinda feel frustrating that you can't seem to know whether he likes you or not!

While you were in deep thought, you were looking at the bottle as it spun and to your surprise it landed on you.

"OKAY!! It's Y/N's turn!!" Emma shouted, you looked at everyone who were smiling at you.

"Okay okay...I pick truth?" You told Emma, you saw Emma gave a sly mischevous smirk. This gave you shivers to be honest, you know she is planning something.

"If you were to date one of the boys here, who would you pick?" Emma asked you, the whole room felt quiet as Emma dropped the most personal question when playing truth or dare but since you were stupid and didn't know any better you answered...

"huh? oh Mitsuya..." You answered confidently, Mitsuya's eyes widened and so was everyone in the room. Even the two guys who were silently playing cards in the corner looked at you with wide eyes.

You were about to speak up when Mikey made you look at him, instead of a shock expression he was glaring at you.

"M-mikey?" You called out to him.

"WHAT IS IT THAT MITSUYA HAVE THAT I DON'T?! Seriously him?! Even Ken-Chin can say I look hotter than Mitsuya!" Mikey yelled at you.

"Actually No. I won't say that" Draken butts in.

You were dumbfounded for why is Mikey acting like this, Mikey was just staring at you. Not breaking eye contact at all.

"Answer me, Y/N! what? is it because he is taller than me?! I can still protect you even if I'm short!" Mikey whined at you, everyone in the room can't help but hide their laughter from what was going on ---Including Mitsuya.

"Mikey---" Mikey cuts you off when he rushes out of the room and then comes back with some of Emma's clothes.

"Oi! Idiot! what are you doing with my clothes?!" Emma yelled, Mikey didn't listen to her as he handed you Emma's clothes.

"Here! take that! I don't know how to sew clothes but you can take Emma's clothes!" Mikey said, Emma bonked his head making him wince in pain. You started laughing at what you had just witnessed.

"Y/N...I don't think this is the best time for laughing...especially in your position..." Angry whispered at you but you just waved your hand slowly laughing even louder.

"I'm sorry! Is just that...Mikey...Do you like me?" You asked as you turned to Mikey, his ears were in the shade of a deep crimson red and he was bitting his lower lips.

"Yes he likes you, he wouldn't give you my clothes if he wasn't desperat---"

"I wasn't desperate!" Mikey yelled, cutting off Emma. You laughed once more as you handed all of Emma's clothes back to her, facing Mikey; you grabbed his face and lightly placed a soft kiss on his cheeks.

Kazutora and Baji whistling, Takemichi holding Hina's hand and the others just cheering.

"I like you too, Mikey..." Mikey's eyes widened but later on pouted.

"If you like me why did you choose Mitsuya?" He asked, everyone turned quiet once more.

"Well...It was just a logical answer, he cooks really good and he is a big brother and boyfriend material but I don't like him...It was just an out of the blue answer" You replied Mikey's question making everyone let out a sigh. Mikey was contented with your answer.

For the rest of the day all of you continued playing, the only difference is that you were now feeling relaxed while holding hands with the person you liked since middle school and also! Mitsuya can breath normally now because he won't worry about getting his ass kicked because of your answer from earlier, this was the only time he was thankful that a girl didn't liked him.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano #anime #anime x reader #headcanon #babu

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physicxal · 2 years

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to being friends - vinnie hacker

hope you enjoy this! a new series im thinking of starting. btw, still taking requests! <3 but yh, enjoy. I may make this into a series, if I find inspiration.

tags: swearing, angst, brief mentions of sex.

summary: the glorified friends with benefits trope always ends with someone getting hurt. or does it?

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credits to @/ vinniexhoney on insta for the pic!

“so what, it’s over then?” vinnie exclaims, running a hand over his stressed face.

“it was never something to begin with vinnie and you know that! how many times did i have to remind you, send you hints, huh?! don’t put this on me!” y/n says, her hands flying in the air as she defended herself.

the two had been fighting after she ended their little… agreement of each other. vinnie had started to get too attached and she just didn’t like that.

“you were leading me on this whole time! you say that you gave me hints but all you did was just endlessly flirt with me, touch me. you were just using me for my body? nice to know your just like the others…”

“i’m not! i’m done with this” she says, walking towards her bag and packing her stuff. she had plans on staying with him for the night, but i guess things change.

“where the fuck are you going? you’re just gonna walk out in the middle of this?”

“theres nothing left to say, you’ve said your part and i’ve said mine. i’m sorry that i was a bit affectionate, but me fucking you doesn’t mean that i want to fucking be with you!”

her words were harsh. too harsh. and as soon as she said it, she regretted it. vinnie’s face dropped at her words, disappointment filling the atmosphere.

“vinn-“

“just go y/n, shut the door on your way out” he mumbles, walking into his bathroom and slamming the door shut.

the girl went to protest against it, but sighed in response. she felt bad. really really bad. partly because she doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing at all. i mean, she wants vinnie but the thought of their relationship growing at that speed made her anxious. she simply wasn’t ready for it and she didn’t know when either.

y/n reached into her pocket, attempting to call her friend, stella. her tear filled eyes made things hard to see but she was able to do it.

“hey girl-“

“stell, please pick me up. i’m at hype house”

“i know you didn’t just mistake me as an uber driver…”

“stella please! no jokes, shit just went down”

“alright alright i’ll be there in 10!” she shouts and ends the call.

y/n chuckled at her friends behaviour, before reaching for her bag and leaving vinnie’s room.

on the other hand, vinnie had his head leant up against the door, listening to every move she made. would she follow him? call for him to call back?

his heart dropped when he heard her pleas for a ride. she didn’t care, he should have known. he wiped his face clear of all the fallen tears, and shook his head.

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“you alright?” stella said as she saw the nervous look on her bestfriend face.

“i just broke up, well, ended things with vinnie…” y/n whispered, looking out the window as she tried to hold her emotions.

“no shit! why? i thought he was getting it good”

“he was but he caught feelings. taking me out on dates, romantic presents it was getting to much! i don’t want to hurt him but i also knew that if we kept it up it would have gotten worse” she fiddled with her fingers.

“i get that… so you didn’t like him like that?”

“i liked him but it’s not like i’m ready to be his girlfriend”

“really? i would think that vinnie would be the best boyfriend material. i mean the looks, the personality. what was it that put you off?”

y/n’s heart sank. she wasn’t ready to fully except her past, now wasn’t the time,” honestly i don’t know, it’s just… y’know…”

“hey well look on the bright side! city girls up 100 points!” stella laughed, as the two approached their apartment.

“yeah…” y/n chuckled. it wasn’t funny. none of this was. but she had to keep it up otherwise her true self would come out.

she looked out the window as she felt tears well up in her eyes. vinnie was everything she wanted, but she wasn’t ready.

and she doesn’t have to be. right?

—————

downfall. y/n was slowly spiralling and everyone could see it. she stopped texting her mother, started to go to the clubs more and even bailed on work a couple of times, due to the intense headache that came the next morning. hell, it was so bad that stella was even concerned, and that girl was the definition of a hot girl.

y/n even started having more one night stands and sex. she wasn’t getting it from vinnie anymore, so she decided to compromise. not that it was a bad thing, but it was slowly starting to bring her down. it wasn’t ever liberating. being used and forgotten the next day only worsened her mental health.

“you tryna hit this spot?” stella said as she jumped onto the brown leather couch y/n was spawned upon.

“spot?” y/n groaned as she put a shaky hand to her forehead, hoping to somewhat massage the pounding sensation away.

“this new restaurant down in beverly, it’s meant to be really good” stella said, shoving her phone in her sick friends face.

“ugh… idk i still feel ill…”

“just come! i’m hungry and it’s meant to have hot guys there!”

“wait really?”

“yeah friend… come on… for me?” stella pouted, as y/n rolled her eyes.

“well… if your paying like the lovely gentleman you are….”

“hush! go get dressed!”

giggling, the sick girl stood up and held her hands up in defence, “okay okay!”

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“girl, this place is hella boujee. thought this was a bar?”

“yeah, a rich bar. i’m not sure about you but i’m looking for a husband so-“

“whatever, i just want to eat” y/n said, feeling a little insecure in her crop top and jeans. too casual dumbass.

“table for two?” the waiter came round, looking y/n up and down for her outfit.

“ehh, no we’ll just be at the bar” stella answered rather quickly. y/n furrowed her eyebrows, following her friends eye line to see what got her so excited. her eyes widened at the sight.

vinnie. and a couple of their friends of course.

“oh my gosh! fancy seeing you guys here!” stella giggled at she pulled y/n towards the group. jett started laughing, almost like he made the plan. it was working out well.

“hey! come join us!” jett says, waving his hand to the convenient two empty seats. stella would not hear the end of this.

y/n cleared her throat as she tried to look anywhere but at vinnie. she could feel his stare burn into her figure, making her nervous and thus resulting in her biting her fingernail. wasn’t hygienic but she was so deep into the habit that she couldn’t stop herself.

she couldn’t take vinnie’s insane stare any longer, otherwise she’d end up biting the whole skin off her arm. so the girl stood straighter and looked at him with faux confidence admiring his “new look”.

he looked… different. a haircut. a little healthier. y/n couldn’t help but feel upset that he was doing so well without her, whilst she needed sex to make her get up in the morning. was it selfish of her to want to see him, not happy? who knows, maybe he was doing the same thing?

“y/n, hi!!” liza said, stepping towards you. her hands spread and she engulfed her in a tight hug.

y/n groaned from the pressure of the hugs, wrapping her hands round the girl in response. the two hadn’t seen each other for a while, nearly a month to be exact.

“hi babe how ar-“

“you have to try this cocktail! it was literally made for you” liza and her hyper self said, grabbing y/n by the hand and bringing her to the bar. she was trapped now, and every little piece of confidence she pretend to have left like a spirit.

she was now sandwiched in between vinnie and liza, the girl looking up at stella who was giving a sympathetic smile. y/n rolled her eyes, obviously angry with her best friend and the whole situation.

“the cocktail is over there, vinnie could you pass it?” liza said, as y/n gave her a look of craze. it’s either this bitch is just oblivious to the awkwardness or she’s doing it on purpose.

“uh, yeah” vinnie said, his voice smooth. it was nice to know that someone was calm. he reached over to grab the pink drink, turning to y/n to pass it on.

“i-uh, gotta go to the restroom-“ she said quickly, looking down at her fingers. it was almost pathetic. just a few weeks ago, she was in control of her situation with vinnie, but now it seems like the tables have turned.

“wait y/n! hey..” he said, grabbing onto her hand softly. what was with everyone grabbing her today?

“yeah?”

“you wanna talk outside?” he said, an anxious look on his face. okay, maybe he does still care?

“i- um” she said, her words stumbling at the unexpected question. it was too soon, she didn’t even know what to say to him.

“i… don’t think that’s a very good idea vinnie”

“why not?”

she shrugged in response, hopefully giving him the answer that he needed.

“please…” he said again, his eyes showing desperation. the way he was looking at her… she couldn’t say no.

“okay”

———

“how have you been?” y/n asked she sits on the cold seat on the balcony. small talk to start, right?

“honestly…a wreck” he responded, leaning back against his chair. y/n nodded her head, but inside she felt warm.

“hm…”

he gulped, trying to find a good way of saying how he felt. vinnie knew the pressure was too much, but that’s because he was slowly falling for her. he sat up resting his hand in her thigh. the girl tensed at the feeling.

“i’m sorry i put all that pressure on you. it wasn’t fair. you did warn me that it was just sex and i let my emotions get in the way, but i need you back in my life. we can just be friends… if that makes you comfortable of course bu-“

“i would love that vinnie” she smiled. it was honestly the worst weeks without him, and she couldn’t imagine going through it for any longer. her hand rested upon his as she squeezed it a little, earning a smile from vinnie.

“okay… to being friends?”

“to being friends”

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Promise Me You Won't Fall In Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kei sighed, opening the letter with little fanfare.

He scanned through it quickly, rolling his eyes.

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

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

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

He nodded, ignoring the smirk on your face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing, just a hunch," he murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kei snorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His cheeks went pink and you laughed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn it! His ears were definitely pink.

But he didn't shove you off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tadashi nodded, taking a seat beside Kei.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does it matter?" he asked.

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

Kei actually turned to look at you at that one.

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right?

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

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

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

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

"Was that guy bothering you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kei felt that burning sensation in his stomach again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, she is," Kei agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From there, the game was easy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That last one had made him pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kei: I have a question for you

Kuroo: What's up Tsukki-poo?

Kei: First, don't call me that

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

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

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

Kei: Just answer the question

Kuroo: We're talking hypothetically?

Kei: Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kuroo: Hypothetically speaking, of course

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

Kei: How to I make it stop?

Kei: Hypothetically

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

Kei blinked at that, then sighed again.

Kei: Thanks, Kuroo-san.

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

Kuroo: Hypothetically, of course

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

Kei perked up at that.

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

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

You glanced at him, turning to face him.

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

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

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

"Hey, Kei?"

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now you were the one staring at him in disbelief.

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

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

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

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So."

You both locked eyes and chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All of it," he confirmed.

You chuckled softly, taking his hand again.

"Good. Me too."

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

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

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

Then he remembered something else.

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

"How so?"

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

Skinny: img.jpg

Skinny: Thanks Kuroo-san

five people are typing...

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

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

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

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

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Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends.

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well.

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling.

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in.

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either.

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

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