#the yokai next to me

[momoguido]

Tonari no Yōkai-san is the clear winner for this season, I love it. Everything else we watched got unanimously voted out by our group, but this one is a real charmer. It's got everything: cute animal people, cute people people, cute situations, supernatural mystery, supernatural action, honor, gratitude, true love, miracles.

[grelleswife]

Hi just wanted to share something since you like trying new anime: Tonari no Yokai-san, which is about Yokai and humans living together and it is VERY WHOLESOME <3 In fact it may remind one of dadbastian raising his boy!!

Reminiscent of Dadbastian, you say? 👀

The trailer was adorable and gave the gentle, cozy fantasy vibes that I find irresistible, so it’s going on the to-watch list posthaste!

[mystic-warriors]

Take away my drawing Privileges

[residentialsinyomakai]

Long overdue low-quality folklore frenzy stuff I drew today,,,,, SCREAMS

Sgt. Burly P my beloved oh mah gah,,, He ATE with this outfit

Omg Blizzie hi!!! (〃^ー^〃)

Toadal Dude and Blizzie doodle but I swapped their outfits cause my little sister thinks they'd be bestie. Wowzas!! :O

Can't go ONE day without drawing this guy istg.../pos

Low-key messed up on this one but I think I saved it 'u' If you look very closely you can see me throwing him at a wall to see if he'd stick

H. Hey. Coolest guy ever btw. Gguhshhs...

And these two i doodled :> i am never drawing him standing again screams

Thats all!! ^u^ obligatory please go look at Folklore Frenzy I'm exploding

[animenekos]

Tonari no Yokai-san - Episode 12

[liuisi]

hey everyone it's exorcist academics wednesday. so funny to me how matoba and natori meet up again and Instantly revert back to their teenage pettiness. matoba telling natori good work and natori glaring at him ... very hashtag world unbent of them. quite honestly CANNOT stop thinking about the loquats. what does it mean... what does it all mean <- pacing in a circle. matoba only got a loquat because natori was there ... natori's loquat was sour and matoba's was sweet... and i thought there's no winning even in such a little thing... WHAT DOES IT MEAN !!!

[mahniminobu]

i am one hundred percent capable of finishing endwalker tonight and i’m so scared dude

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The Pretty Boy at the Crossroads

A piece from a collection of shorts inspired by Junjo Ito. Enjoy.🖤

In this town, fog was known to appear sporadically. Thick and expected many would use this chance to open themselves up to the “cross-roads divination.” If asked the curious would be answered by the next person to pass at the crossroad. 

While making the town infamous there were some disturbing instances. Many are utterly in love being told their love would be unrequited before ending themselves in gruesome ways. Others, after receiving their fortune would exhibit other strange behaviors—starving themselves, laughing erratically, or in extreme cases attacking their peers. 

Some would chalk up these reports to mere rumors but the fact remained that there was a steady visit from the asylum’s van. Of course that made you wary. Whether it was the haunted spirits of those who’d died or someone with words powerful enough to kill yourself, you wanted no part of it. Which is why you kept your head down when the fog rolled in and you could hear the steps of someone approaching ahead of you. Keeping your eyes trained on your hands holding your briefcase, you planned to let them pass without incident. 

Commanding your heart to still its frantic beating as the steps grew louder. 

All before…it stopped.

“Would you like to have your fortune told?”

The voice that spoke sounded smooth, like a voice actor or a sultry narrator of an audiobook. Still, your resolve wasn’t shaken, and your voice hadn’t left you completely. 

“No thank you.”

You thought that’d be the end of it. Allowed to continue your commute but the steps didn’t start up again. It’s then you can feel your smartwatch buzz with alarm, reminding you of your trek to work.

“If you’ll excuse me I have to–”

The feeling of a cold grip on your shoulder made you shiver. 

“I’d like to have my fortune told.”

Baffled by his words, you forgot the rules you’d set in place looking at the man who’s holding you still. He was pretty. Soft, rounded face with big eyes, crimson lips, and earrings that dangled. You figured he must be a foreigner considering he seemed to be confused about how this works. 

“That’s not how it works but as long as this is quick I don’t mind.”

You’d never heard of those accidents happening between typical people. Almost always the rumor has it that it’s an unknown entity that causes those tragic reactions. While you haven’t run a background check, you figured that the one asking wasn’t some yokai or woman with a smile carved into her face.

“Do you think you’ll fall in love with me, the same way I love you?”

Is this what it was like to be hit on? On one hand, using the town’s tradition to flirt was creative, you weren’t exactly keen to reciprocate with someone you just met. With no hesitation despite the smile on his painted lips, you spoke again wrenching your arm from the grip that was still cold to the touch. 

“No.”

You planned to walk away after that. To disappear into the thick fog in the opposite direction finally getting to work and avoiding the awkwardness of this situation. But the frosted breath grazed your neck and the smell of Jasmine overtook your senses. You had no choice but to look, directly into the eyes of the Pretty Boy at the Crossroads.

“My love will not be unrequited.”

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[bewitched-hours]

Wakey wakey.. eggs and bakey.. okay so what if tanuki!reader x 007n7. Because imagine if you see a fat thing on ur chest but in reality it's just UR partner

LMFAO THAT LAST SENTENCE I LOVE IT

Reader's getting They/Them for this kek-

It's not everyday that something like you pops into the survivor cabin.

At first you looked completely normal and everyone assumed you were just another Robloxian.

But you didn't bother hiding your real identity so it didn't take many questions to find out you were a Tanuki. You were just able to switch around between being a Tanuki and a Robloxian. You even had 'in-between' forms that you were able to show off.

And not long after, you were declared a support class. You didn't have much of a punch in you but you were faster than most of the survivors and could tank a few hits while healing your teammates using fruits and berries that no one is even sure where you get them from but they still heal so they won't question it.

But your favourite so far has been 007n7. He didn't understand why you'd stick by him so much and at first, it was simply because he listened and sometimes made the effort to teleport with you so you didn't have to tank as many hits for him.

Of course, you also listened to his ramblings when he finally opened up, offering comfort instead of pushing him away and sometimes even just enjoying the silence between you two.

It wasn't awkward. Ever. Just comfortable.

Sometimes he even found you taking a nap outside the cabins and bring you back to your or his cabin to keep you comfortable.

You weren't a light sleeper either. You didn't move much but the fact you were so hard to wake up at first was a little annoying.

It was a good thing you enjoyed having your routine so much.

What wasn't good, was that you failed to hide your favouritism towards 007. Everyone knew.

And a few of them took note of your odd but subtle behaviours.

You had a big ol' crush on the ex-hacker. But you hid it under the excuse of Tanuki instincts.

Most were fooled by it but you'd admit it to some of the survivors you actually befriended. Mostly Elliot and Dusekkar.

And both would simply wish you luck because 007's self-confidence is too low to allow himself to think you actually fell in love with him. At least the 'instinct' excuse made him feel a little better but still-

You'd have to tell him one way or another, you couldn't exactly tell if the Spectre would ever feel a little more cruel and remove either of you from its cruel game. So, you hatched a plan.

Over time, you'd find yourself coincidentally 'napping' near 007's cabin and waiting for him to carry you inside before cuddling up against him, still pretending to sleep.

His increased heartbeat told you what you needed to know for your plan to work.

Next, you'd bring him little gifts outside of rounds. they were always heart-shaped to make your interest obvious. Still, he didn't say anything about it which told you it was time for your last step...

Just... Straight up confessing...

You wanted it to feel special but part of you knew this loveable idiot wouldn't take the hints and despite knowing both your Raccoon Dog and Yokai ancestors would not approve of this man in the first place...

Ah, to hell with it, you were never one to actually care about tradition anyways.

So tonight, you decided to visit 007 yourself.

You puffed up your chest a bit, taking deep breaths before knocking at his cabin door with a smug but determined smile on your face.

7n7 was a bit startled when he saw you standing there. "[Reader]? You don't usually-"

But you cut him off with a huff. "I need to tell you something and I can't have this bothering me any longer." You said firmly but quietly, waiting for him to step aside before making your way to his bed and sitting down with a relieved sigh.

Of course, he was confused but looked worried. "Did something happen??" He asked as he sat down beside you.

He wanted to comfort you but you simply leaned up against him, both surprising and flustering him as he attempted to figure out what you were about to say.

"It's no secret I favour you over the others but the thing about it being to blame on my instincts is... Sort of a lie..." You began to grow quiet, feeling your heart bump loudly in your chest.

It was more a relief when you could feel 007's heart pounding against your side while he held you awkwardly, stammering to find a response.

"Truth is... I love you. More than I can put into words to be all cutesy or sweet but if we ever get out of this hell, I'm hoping I'll get to find you again so we can continue life together..." You felt your face heat up from letting all that out, not daring to see 7n7's response as an awkward silence fell between you both.

But with a heavy sigh, he simply managed to press a kiss against the top of your head and leaned down slightly to whisper into your ear with a flushed red face. "I... Love you too... It felt almost selfish to wonder if you felt the same so I never really cared to express it but I'm happy you do..."

Now you were both flustered beyond belief and cuddled up awkwardly... Lovely-

But something told you you'd have many more 'mornings' to wake up on the ex-hacker's chest... Wether that's as a person or a Tanuki...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[melonchollychillie]

Do you reckon Leo ever had to stop randos from just wandering into his portals?

I mean like, they’re right there. If a portal opened up next to me as a yokai citizen I would totally jump in.

Leo has pants because it’s not leg day.

[vinamari]

♥︎OPPOSITE ♥︎

Jiji Enjoji x Yokai! Reader

Jiji that meets a reader who usually keeps to themselves, however with their Yokai side, they turn into a flirtatious character who gives back the same energy

A/N: Let me know if you want more between Jiji & Yokai! Reader

〜》 Jiji Enjoji who was adamant to get to know you after seeing you with Momo

“Hey there, the names Jin Enjoji but you can call me Jiji”, he said pointing at you while making an odd pose with his thumb and forefinger. “And you are…?” He asked squiggling his brows while glancing between Momo and you. “Oh, uhm- my names Y/N L/N-“, you spoke after being a bit thrown off by his extreme outgoing personality. However suddenly you’re cut off by Momo, “Don’t act like that you weirdo! You just met”, she sighed heavily at his mannerisms as she put her hand to her head. Watching you being dragged by her to class as he calls out.

“wait!-”

〜》 Jiji Enjoji who notices how you don’t involve yourself in conversations let alone have the energy to hold one

For the past few minutes all he heard was you mumble ‘yeah’, ‘really?’, without quite paying attention to what’s going on, and rather focusing on your assignment. Well THAT was how it was going until he decides to sit directly in front of you.

You turn around to look at him for what feels like a full five seconds before realizing that he is just staring at you.

You don’t seem bothered by the fact that he is blatantly ogling you while doing your assignment. Instead, you give him the most straight face that you can possibly manage, which makes him break into a wide grin. That seems to be the last thing you need right now, considering the task ahead of you.

In all fairness, you should really focus more on the assignment than on the guy next to you. “So-“, taking a glance at him. His lips were puckered as he continued chattering to only you and from time to time even making kissy noises.

‘Man this guy is totally weird’, your expression falls into that one of disbelief as you blink incredulously, raising your eyebrow at his behavior and just listening to his rambling unable to get any work done and being forced to give input on nonsensical questions.

‘Anxiety definitely doesn’t exist with this guy’

〜》 Jiji Enjoji who finds out exactly who reader is, or well…Yokai! Reader

“Huh?!”, Momo said as she struggled against Seiko over a crab leg. “Y/N? Oh she’s the same as the both of you”, trying to point at Okarun and him at the same time. “STOP IT YOU OLD HAG”, she yelled, trying to shove her grandma’s hand away from the crab plate.

“She’s also whatever we are?”, Jiji shocked by what he heard which soon turned into whining. “Why didn’t you tell me”, seeming as if he was going to cry from this so called betrayal. Momo rolled her eyes with exasperation after she finally fought off her grandmother. “If you’re gonna be shocked by that, you’ll be even more shocked with what they turn into”, a haunting expression painting her face remembering your mannerisms. “A real way with words”, Okarun says throwing in his two cents as he adjusts his glasses and goes into grab a crab leg, which only ends with his hands being swatted away by turbo granny.

“So tel-“

A flash is within the room which covers the entire area with fog before disappearing to reveal you, or well…you as your Yokai self. You’re looking down at Jiji, who’s mouth is still hung open as he points towards you. “Guys I don’t know if you know this..but I think there’s a stranger in the room?!”, forcing out the string of words seeing how your shadow overwhelms his. “Hey kid”, Seiko said as she flails around her crab, “You an idiot? That’s the girl you were just talking about”, while she tries to take another crab from Momo’s plate. “Hey damn it-“, as they roughhouse once more.

He tries to take a peek at you, but you were already in his face. Noses practically against each other, “You’re pretty cute”.

’huh?’

Suddenly he was being bombarded with questions,

“So do you have a girlfriend?!”

“You’re pretty hot”

“What’s your type?!”

“Babe, let’s get married”, staring at your googly eyes which were looking at him up and down, sweat began to form at his temple and down his cheek. He swears your eyes shaped into hearts.

You were all over the place, “A handful, ain’t they?”, a white cat spoke from besides him as they both watch you fawn over him. “Wasn’t this bad with the other two”, snorting as turbo granny and him finally watched you go back to your original form. “And another word won’t come out for the rest of the night”, walking away to also get whatever’s left of the crabs before getting struck by a fan. “BACK AWAY YOU CAT-TURD ROTTEN TANGERINE”.

He pulls away his eyes from them and focuses it at your exhausted form, you and him were such opposites.

[nikeikeis]

hi i've got another one of these pokemon drawings to post - today, it's emma! like i did with hajime, i'll go on and explain a little about my picks for her team...

immediately i knew froslass was a must have. it's based on the yuki-onna - the same yokai that emma imitated in the chapter 2 case - so i had to pick it.

because of persian i couldn't keep a consistent type with emma's team, but i just thought it made sense to it have there... persian is like, the symbol of wealth in pokemon. (persian also exposed the fact that i cannot draw animals... don't look at it too long, it's wonky) i still wanted emma's teams to be mostly ice types (for... reasons. you all know why lol) so for the last one i picked aurorus! i thought it fit emma's aesthetic... and its signature ability is refrigerate, which was funny to me.

that's all i have to say about emma, and i'll be posting the next one tomorrow!

[residentialsinyomakai]

YO-TOBER DAY 10....A DAY LATE: PISTACHIONYAN

....Plus a little message!

(The Rongo Swirll was an idea from a friend aidjoekf)

But anyways, just gonna say that as much as I wanna, I'm not gonna have time to do it every day as I'm sure you've noticed (* ´ ▽ ` *)ﾉ thank you for your understanding!!

Under cut there'll be the usual alt as well as a small doodle dump!! ^u^

Alt + sketches for my favorite day of yo-tober so far 💔 I love the Tough Tribe!!!

Heres this little shading practice I'm kinda proud of! I had fun drawing the eye :)

A LOT of squid stuff.....and I still have more. I'll post them on SpaceHey tho!! (@squ1dcurry btw -u-) one of those is a goofy different outfit inspired by the puni puni event fit + his original!

And timidevil!!! He's a cutie pie ^u^

anyways, I'll be off for now!

[onlytibki]

Okarun reading an entry on the Serpo in his favorite occult magazine and writing a letter correcting some assumptions

letter gets published in the next edition

some discourse with fellow authors but they mostly seem interested in hearing his theories

Okarun continues with commentary on a few cryptids/yokai

editor asks him to join as a freelance writer

Okarun releasing weekly Meet The Cryptid pages involving whatever the hell tried to kill him and his friends recently

gets invited to a occult conference in Tokyo as a speaker, decides to make his panel on the theory that yokai/ghosts/cryptids are keeping aliens from taking over the planet

isn't sure if Jiji or Aira would be interested, but does know Momo would be interested, so he gets the extra ticket to the con the staff offer him and shyly asks if she'd like to join him

(cue is this a date??? cuteness)

Momo glimpses the name Takakura Ken, is SHOCKED wondering why the hell there'd be a panel on the actor at an occult con

"Ah... um, n-no, that's me, actually."

"WHAT?!"

[animenekos]

Tonari no Yokai-san - Episode 8

[tmntxthings]

一∑Moth to a Flame・゜・。

author’s notes: this is my entry for @dancingdonatello ‘s competition :D this has been sm fun and I can’t wait to read everyone else’s stories!!!

prompt: "You like them...more? Is that it? Am I the second choice?" "That's not true..." "Then choose me. Choose us."

warnings: angst, situation-ship, aged-up characters, college au, alcohol consumption, jealousy, yandere tendencies? cliffhanger

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Donnie didn’t know how much more he could take. His mind was simultaneously all over the place and singularly focused on one thing. You.

~

Mutants and yokai kind alike have been out for years. So in the ‘town’ he and his brothers grew up in, they finally came to be free from the shadows. As free as heroes can be at least. They still needed to be a bit secretive on where they lived, in case of revenge-seeking villains.

But with mutants out on the surface, New York had grown accustom to them. Well, as accustom as they can be…

Donnie has met many people. He’s been able to attend college. Mostly online. But he finds the time to attend some evening classes in person. He met you. A floundering classmate in need of assistance.

Usually Donnie can find an excuse to get out of helping every poor soul that crosses his path. That’s what the professors are for. The librarians. Hell the student mentors! But with you… he just couldn’t resist.

The study sessions were long. But in the end you were able to pass, “All thanks to you Dee!!” You had cheered shoving your research paper into his face for him to appraise your passing grade. Barely passing, but it showed your improvement nonetheless.

He had been about to tease you of this. Three months of his help and you hardly grazed by?! But the thought was cut short as you pulled the papers away from his face and up you jumped.

Arms going around his neck and squealing your joy. He was frozen for a millisecond before his arms twitched into motion. His hands going around your back, holding you. That was the first time you had initiated such skin-ship.

Sure there had been the occasional touching of hands, passing laptops, books and the like back and forth. There had even been moments of playful touch, nudging his arm with your elbow for his odd choice in coffee. A tap above his glasses when he got too focused on his own work to answer your sporadic questions.

The hug didn’t last very long in terms of time. Seconds merely. But it made a lasting impression on Donnie. With the class over, you had no other reason to see him again. The prospect had Donnie fumbling to invite you out, to do anything to prolong such an ending to this blooming relationship.

“What classes are you taking next semester?” He had asked. You promised to text him the list, already having to dash off for one last exam.

He worried that would be the end.

Thankfully it wasn’t. You texted him later that evening, telling him all about the rest of your day as well as the list per his request. Unfortunately the two of you didn’t share any other classes. And it seemed unlikely for the future as well, the two of you were on diverging paths. Donnie despaired.

But you found reasons to message him. By the time the next semester rolled around the two of you were study partners, no matter the subject. Donnie would help if he could, and usually he was able. But there was a shift in the relationship. Outings to the library and other study areas changed to coffee shops. Then to your place. It only felt natural to invite you over to his.

Preparations were put in place. As were warnings “Yes, I do live in a sewer with my brothers and dad.” And “No it doesn’t reek of waste or garbage.” And “Yes there is one rat actually, my dear Papa.”

You took it all in stride. The introductions to his family went as well as they ever did. Friends. The two of you were officially friends. Donnie couldn’t be happier. With such a title he took more initiative with online contact. His messages would ramble on, sprinkled with pictures and videos.

Semesters continued to pass by and the bond between the two of you only grew. In turn, with more trips to his home, you became friends with his brothers. With April. It was just natural.

And then there was graduation. A celebration was in order. Four years, you had been in his life for four years and he couldn’t imagine it without you. The plan was to dress to the nines, and go out on the ‘town’! Drinking and dancing.

Of course, his brothers were invited as well as a few of your other friends. Donnie was no stranger to clubbing. The bar scene had become somewhat of a regular occurrence once his friendship with you was solidified.

You liked to go out. You liked music. He obliged on a few occasions to be your dancing partner and thus every time after it was his official label. Donnie was adverse to the huge crowds. It didn’t offer much room for dancing, but he’d endure it for you. With you in his arms it all seemed bearable. The music that was so loud it thumped in his plastron. The heat in the room percolating from the sheer number of bodies. Even the taste of alcohol, on the very, very rare occasion you got him to drink.

It always tasted horrible. No matter the different shots or mixed cocktails. God forbid a beer. You had pushed all sorts of these beverages on him, eyes crinkling up at him with amusement as his beak wrinkled from disgust.

Those nights with alcohol involved always ended strangely. Your touch would light him up from the inside. He’d want to hold you closer, lean in as far as you’d let him. Pull at your waist, dig his fingers into your hips during the last dance before the two of you had to part for the night. Those nights ended with kisses.

And by the next day you would never talk about them. So he didn’t either. Even as his murky memory of all other events seemed to part with clarity for how you had panted heat into his mouth. He’d flush dark green at just the thought and have to swallow the spit that pooled in his mouth.

This had happened a handful of times. The kissing. And with no communication whatsoever afterwards it put Donnie on edge. He wondered why it happened at all if you didn’t want to acknowledge the deed once it was done. He wondered about what it said on account of his own self worth for him to continue to let it happen.

To look forward to nights out. To nights you pushed a shot glass his way. To want your lips on his by the end of it all.

So with this big celebration, Donnie was expecting the same routine if only highlighted by the fact that both of you were now graduates. He’d be your dance partner. The two of you would spin for an hour or two, or however long you wanted. And he’d order himself a drink this time. One that he found slightly bearable than the rest.

Only, that wasn’t what was happening. Drink in hand? Sure. Your hand in his other? No. He was grumbling over at the bar shooting hateful daggers where you resided on the dance floor. You were dancing with Leo.

Donnie grimaced as he took a long hard sip. It was like acid in his mouth. Donnie didn’t know how much more he could take. His mind was simultaneously all over the place and singularly focused on one thing. You.

You laughing as Leo twirled you around. How wrong it felt to watch your arms go up and around his brother’s neck. Donnie was a better dancer. He knew in his soul that he could beat Leo in any category. Waltz, disco, salsa, you name it, Donnie could dance it. But his prowess didn’t seem to matter. Which only further incensed him. Why were you doing this? How could you possibly allow Nardo to take his place? His rightful role. Donnie was supposed to be your dance partner. And the only time you were allowed to dance with another was whenever he deigned to skip such an outing.

He was here. Dressed in an aubergine suit. Jacket button undone. And his black dress shirt was unbuttoned as well. Three buttons plucked, showing off too much skin in his opinion for such a crowd. But he had been feeling flirty. Flirty for someone who wasn’t even glancing his way.

Donnie fumed once more. Cursing in his mind as he lifted his drink and threw his head back. Maybe the taste would kill him. His eyes squeezed shut as the liquid poured down his throat and he tried not to gag. Bad decision.

When his eyes reopened it couldn’t have been at a worse moment. Leo was dipping you, his face leaning dangerously close to yours, his hand snug on your waist. Leo said something in your ear.

Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was the heat. But when Donnie saw your darkened cheeks, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He stormed to the dance floor. Yanking Leo’s hand away from your body once you were upright.

“What’s up hermano?” Leo’s smile was grating. Donnie had to force himself not to snarl. He took your hand and pulled you after him. Leaving Leo. Leaving this place. He had to get out of here now.

“Donnie?!” You called out over the music. But you didn’t pull away. You let him lead you out of the club. Out on the sidewalk, then off to the alleyway.

“Is everything okay?” You asked once he finally stopped. When he turned to look down at you, your eyebrows were creased with worry. Lips pulled into a line. Donnie was cracking. He couldn’t do this any longer. Did you like Leo? Did you want a ‘face man’? Was he not enough anymore? Was he being replaced? The thoughts were suffocating him and he pulled you to his plastron, backing you into the building wall simultaneously.

“I’m here, but Dee you’ve gotta say something, I’m getting worried..” You mumbled into his clothes. Your arms going around Donnie’s shell, petting over his jacket. Offering him comfort. It wasn’t enough. He huffed his frustration.

“Should I go get your brother?”

It was the wrong thing to say. And this time he did snarl.

“No.”

Your hands froze. Falling back down to your sides. You’d never heard him so angry before. He couldn’t find it within himself to care at the moment. His displeasure written all over his face as you looked up at him.

“What’s going on?”

And Donnie remembered himself thinking that so many times with you. As you had took his breath away. And then again when you pretended like you couldn’t recall ever doing so.

“Don-“

He leaned down. Capturing your lips. Kissing you like you did to him. Only where you had made him breathless, this seemed to have the opposite effect. You puffed up. Bristling in his arms as you tried shoving him away.

It hurt.

He was much stronger than you. He could overpower you easily. But your push was like a blow to the plastron. He staggered back, all anger leaving him. A husk as he squeezed his fists shut, head hanging down as you berated him.

“What the hell was that?! Are you drunk?? Donnie what is going on? If you don’t fucking say something right now, I swear to god,”

“I don’t know!” He shouted back and it was enough to quiet you.

From there it was as if his mouth couldn’t be stopped. “I don’t know! I thought this was what we did. I didn’t hallucinate those three times you kissed me. Don’t deny it any longer!” He was heaving, face coming up to stare accusingly at you.

Your lips pressed together in a thin line once more.

“You kissed me! Drunkenly, but it was still there. And I can’t forget. I can’t pretend they never happened. I don’t know how you can.” His hands were in motion as he ranted. Throwing them out with the building of emotion.

“So I thought tonight would be no different. We’d get drunk. We’d dance. And we’d kiss! I want all of that. Even though I’d do it without the alcohol.” His voice cracked towards the end. But he continued to push on.

“But you danced with him. So I went and got drunk enough for the both of us.” He felt pathetic admitting this out loud. He staggered forward, unable to remain so far apart. Despite you having pushed him away. He was just a moth to your flame. He’d let himself be burnt.

“You like him more?” He asked in a voice so low it practically went unheard. His hand came up, a finger tracing down the side of your cheek.

“Is that it? Am I the second choice?” His lids lowered in time as he ran out of skin to skim. His hand fell away from your face but he had crowded you close to the wall again. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

“That’s not true.” You exasperated. But that hardly cleared up anything for him. If that was the case then what were you doing dancing with his brother and not him? Why couldn’t he kiss you? Why were the both of you still pretending to be friends?

“Then pick me. Choose me.” Donnie pleaded. He didn’t care how needy it sounded. He’d do whatever it took. Get down on his knees if he had to. Because you had become a part of his life four years ago. Four years of a presence he didn’t know he needed. Up until it was far too late. And now there was no turning back. He’d be damned if he let you get away.