#you know like high school crushes who always fight and argue

[shinayashipper]

I cannot stand KaiAte but AteKai is... well, just to relieve Tension it's Nice 👀 but specifically with Atem being Mean to Kaiba if you know what I mean... heh

[99woez]

don't talk about it ᰔᩚ j.sc

warnings. smut, best friend!sungchan, roommate!sungchan, arguing, it's a dumb argument but you are fighting this man, physical fighting, just shoving nothing crazy but a physical altercation starts this all, unprotected sex, hair pulling, some angst? idk if i missed something let me know! i also did not proofread this because i got out 5k words in one night which is crazy for me. anyways, enjoy!

wc. 5k

summary. your best friend embarrasses you in front of your campus crush. so, of course, you decide to fight with him in the living room and learn some interesting things about him in the process.

Sungchan had always been stupidly large, in your opinion.

He was so large that you couldn’t resist the urge to playfully test his strength, curious to see how his fit frame would react to your playful jabs or if he would sway with a gentle nudge. He would playfully push you back, never with full force, but these light-hearted scuffles became a regular part of your friendship. It was a source of joy, a shared silliness, it meant everything.

Except for the times it did.

“You’re so stupid sometimes, oh my god!” You shouted at your so-called “best friend,” shoving hard into his chest. This shove wasn’t like the ones you usually gave him. This one was harsh and mean. There was not a semblance of anything alluding to happiness on your face as you looked up at Sungchan with knitted brows and parted lips, shoving hard into his firm chest once again, this time with a shout of frustration.

If we’re being honest, you two have been drinking. It’s not like you’re shitfaced and neither is he, but the alcohol is just enough to make the world blurry at the edges and your words harsher than you typically allow them to be. His chest, solid as a boulder beneath your pushing palms, doesn't yield like it usually would during your fond roughhousing. He stands firm, his expression teetering between annoyance and worry.

"Stop it," he gruffly says, grabbing your wrists mid-shove. Just like that, the playful laughter that usually echoes between you two gets choked in the tension-filled silence. You try to yank your hands-free, but his grip is firm yet gentle. He was never rough with you, even when the fights turned serious like this. It was a rarity for things to turn nasty, but sometimes Sungchan was so oblivious you couldn’t stop yourself from lashing out at him, especially with a few mixed drinks in your system.

“Let go,” You snapped. Sungchan leans in with a tilt of his head, letting out a “Hm?” as he does so, challenging you.

“Chill out first.” That did the exact opposite of chill you out. You hated it when he took that tone of voice with you, as if you were some child that needed to be put into a timeout. 

There were many things you loved about Sungchan: His kindness, his dedication to anything he sets his mind to, his eyes, you loved a lot about Sungchan, but there were many things you couldn’t stand about him. He was oblivious to the simplest of social cues, he got loud when he was drunk, and the way he comforted people was an absolute joke. If you hadn’t known him for more than half your life and shared an apartment with him, you would’ve ditched him when you two graduated high school.

But you didn’t. Now, you’re stuck with a big, dumb roommate who loves telling the men you like that you like them. God, Wonbin was never going to talk to you again after the scene Sungchan caused trying to get him to give you his number. You still can feel the embarrassment hot in your veins, making you lurch forward and finally give his chest a shove that makes him stumble a few steps.

“I won’t chill out! I won’t! What you did was fucking rude!” You yelled, pointing a finger in his face to punctuate your words and get your point across. Sungchan scoffed, turning his head away from you, but you could see his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, making the skin push out slightly. It was a habit of his you had noticed when you two went to parties together in college. It’s what he does when he’s annoyed and holding himself back, beating someone’s ass. It’s a rare occasion for Sungchan to beat someone’s ass, but when it did happen, it was always deserved. Typically, it would be a drunk guy who wanted to buck up to the biggest guy at the party, a one-sided battle of masculinity that Sungchan always won, no matter who came up to him. You’ve only seen Sungchan throw a punch twice in your entire friendship.

Once, when you were in high school, and the last time was at a party during your junior year of college when a man put his hands on you despite you telling him to fuck off. The other times, he had simply told you about when you’d see him in the kitchen with littered bruises on his body. You think about that night more often than you’d like to admit. Sungchan didn’t hesitate to throw a punch for you, knocking the man clean out by the time he was done with him. It lit a fire in you that you’re not proud to admit. There was just something in his eyes that rubbed your brain right. You would never admit it, but were desperate to see that look again. You wanted to see him angry, to watch him lose control no matter how fucked up it sounds.

“Get your hand out of my face,” Sungchan told you firmly, looking you in the eyes to get his point across, but you weren’t deterred. You step closer to him, finger still in his face.

“No. Not until you apologize. Admit it was rude. You were rude.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude,” Sungchan argues, swatting your hand down when you don’t move it from his face. You bring it back up without a care of the consequences, resulting in a game of him swatting your hand down every time you bring it up.

You two look stupid. Thank God this is in the privacy of your living room.

“You had no right-”

“You were never going to talk to him if I didn’t! You’re a chicken-”

“I’m not a fucking chicken––Oh my god, don’t call me a bird.”

“You’re such a fucking chicken, dude. Do you remember how long it took you to even talk to Shotaro? Months. ‘Took you months to even say hi to him, and that’s because-”

“Shut up.”

“That’s because I had to step it! I was the one to get you to talk to him!” Sungchan continued with a shit-eating grin, voice picking up volume as he leaned down to get closer to you as if you couldn’t hear him clear enough, pointing to himself like he had won some kind of award. Your already flushed cheeks begin to heat up when you remember the Shotaro incident of 2022. He always brought up Shotaro, and even if it was just to pick on you playfully, it still struck a nerve. You were more shy than Sungchan ever was, always letting him start the conversations or introduce you to new people. Half of your friends are Sungchan’s friends; half of the people you’ve dated are because Sungchan knew them first. Every connection in your life could be traced back to Sungchan, which drove you insane.

“Now, you want to talk all this shit because you got embarrassed I had to step in again and help you get some dick,” Sungchan pressed, his grin turning into a smirk as he nodded at his words, feeling them in his being because they’re true. You stared at him with contempt, teeth grinding as your fists balled up tightly. “You should be thanking me. You’re so ungrateful for everything-”

You lunged at him. You swear you don’t have control of your body when you do it, you just throw your entire weight into his chest and hope for the best. Sungchan let out an “Oof!” sound when you collided with him, staggering back and hitting the ground with you on top of him. You act as if you two are playfully wrestling, but none of your movements have an ounce of playfulness in them. You straddled his hips firmly as you shoved at his hands harshly to get them away from grabbing you. You knew once he got his hands on you, it was over. He’d flip you two over, and it’d be done. You couldn’t let him win this. You couldn’t do it. You had to prove it to him.

You don’t know what it was, but you had to prove it.

You grab his hair tightly, jerking his head off the carpet to distract him, tugging hard on the brown locks. Sungchan lets out a yelp that sounds pathetic. His eyes squeezed shut as his large hands wrapped around your wrist to try and pull you off of him.

“Not fair-” He started. You shake his head, eliciting another yelp from him.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” You spat at him, shaking him again. His face contorted in pain and confusion, groaning softly as he did what you told him for once. You couldn’t believe he actually listened. Truthfully, you didn’t think you’d get this far. You’re not exactly sure what to do next. So, you shake his head again, making him hiss when you tugged harder on his locks. “Can’t fucking stand you, you know that? You’re such a jerk sometimes. Just big, stupid, and taking up space.” You shake his head around with every word, watching him drop his hands and put them up in front of him in faux surrender, but he doesn’t say anything. He only whined and grunted when you pulled on his hair harder than usual.

You waited for him to spit something back at you, to call you a coward, to say you needed him, but nothing but pants left his plush lips. You furrow your brows in confusion at his silence. Sungchan was never quiet. You shake him again.

“Hello? Say something!” You shake his head again, this time back and forth. You won’t lie. It was fun to have him like this. He acted like some kind of puppet that you were the master of, pulling him around in whichever direction you wanted him to go in, and he just took it. Sungchan sighed in defeat, keeping his eyes shut tightly.

“My dick just twitched.” 

Oh.

“Excuse me?” You couldn’t think of anything else to say. Your hands, which had been roughly pulling at Sungchan's hair, suddenly freeze. Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze down at him, cocking a brow at him. His face is flushed a deep crimson, though whether from embarrassment or something else, you can't tell.

"I said," he starts again, much slower this time, swallowing hard, "My... my dick just twitched."

You blink at his repeated confession, not expecting him to repeat the words. There’s a tension growing between the two of you that you’ve never felt before, making your throat dry as you stare at Sungchan’s embarrassed face, watching his chest rise and fall as he pants beneath you. Flashes of what he’d look like without his shirt flash in your brain, wondering what sounds he’d make as you sink down on him, how his eyes would look, how the muscles would ripple under his––Jesus Christ, get it together, girl. You remind yourself, clearing your throat down at him.

“Like…Seriously?” Sungchan nods at your dry words, opening his eyes slowly to look up at you. A switch in your brain is flipped when you see his big brown eyes. He looks utterly pathetic like this, hair in your hand revealing his forehead, eyes pleading for something silent, and lips in a perfect soft pout. You wanted to take his picture like the actual definition of pitiful.

You chuckle at him, shaking him again and tugging his hair hard to see if it really did anything for him. He whines again, shutting his eyes as his hands lurch towards your hips, holding tightly with a sharp breath through his teeth. You smirk at his reaction, raising your brows in slight shock it was this easy to get him going. Maybe it was the alcohol, you think. You’ve seen Sungchan shove his tongue down girls’ throats just mere minutes after he met them, but this is you. You’re his best friend, his roommate, the girl who beat his ass for talking to her crush for her. You know you’re pretty, and Sungchan is just a man, but you’re still caught off guard by it all.

Your palm still cradled his scalp, thumb lazily tracing small circles at the base of his hairline. Sungchan’s hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into your flesh just a bit more than necessary and causing a shiver to wind its way up your spine.

Without thinking, you leaned forward and claimed Sungchan's lips in a rough, desperate kiss. His taste was different than any guy you've ever kissed - salty with a hint of beer and lime from the drink he had tonight. You wrapped your hand tightly around the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your other hand found its way under his shirt to feel his warm skin. You didn't let up when he moaned into your mouth, feeling your touch while he tentatively kissed you back. Your anger turned into desperation quickly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully now. His lips were soft and plush against yours as they parted slightly to let you in further. You moaned the moment your tongues slid together, digging your nails into his toned chest as he pressed in further, sucking softly on the slick muscle in your mouth.

Sungchan's hands moved up your body, gripping your waist and still pulling you closer. The fabric of your shirt scratching against his rough palms made you shiver with anticipation for more contact. You grind down on him out of instinct, feeling the bulge in his pants grow as he groans against your mouth, wanting more from both of you. His scent filled your senses - a mix of sweat and cologne and something uniquely Sungchan that made you want more.

The sound of his rhythmic grunts filled the room, a mix of desire and surprise in every breath he took. His fingers dug into your skin through your shirt, and you moaned into his mouth once more. Your breath hitched when he bit down on your lower lip gently, making you gasp and whimper into the kiss before breaking it, desperate for air. You gasp softly when you part, watching with hazy eyes as he pants as well, lips slick with spit and typically wide eyes heavy with lust.

You tug at his shirt, nodding before he has any time to say something that will kill the mood.

“Take it off.”

And he listens like a dog, pushing himself up and pulling his white T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you flush against him. There are no thoughts in your head right now, only Sungchan, touching Sungchan, kissing Sungchan, fucking Sungchan––Holy shit, you were totally going to fuck Sungchan. That hits you harder than you thought it would. You’ve thought about it before. How could you not? He’s beautiful, kind, and built like a God. Of course, you thought about fucking Sungchan. It was nothing like this, however. Typically, you thought of him having your face pressed into the mattress, back arched, and fucking you from behind like he was getting paid. You would’ve never guessed you’d be on top, but it’s not like you can’t get into it for Sungchan. You’d do anything for Sungchan.

"Are you sure?" Sungchan whispers against the skin of your neck, his hands finding your hips again to steady you against him, his bare chest warm and firm. You're taken aback for a moment, not expecting the question. But then you realize that he’s always been considerate, even when he’s on the verge of losing control.

"Yeah," you say firmly, the word slipping out without thought and causing heat to flare in Sungchan's eyes.

Without hesitation, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head swiftly. The cool air hits your skin, making goosebumps spread across your chest and arms. Sungchan's eyes widen as he takes you in, his gaze making you feel exposed and powerful. You struggle to pull your jeans off, having to crawl off of him to kick them off in haste. You hate how desperate you look but can’t bring yourself to care. Sungchan rolls on his side when you crawl off of him, lingering towards you like a lost puppy. His eyes watch as more of your skin is revealed to him, letting out a groan when he sees the smooth skin of your thighs.

Before you have the chance to climb back on top of him, he leans in, kissing the side of your thigh with a moan. You let out a gasp in shock but watched him with parted lips, threading your hands through his hair again as he dragged his lips all over the expanse of your thigh, leaving a trail of glistening spit as he did. He grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him roughly, making you fall back onto the carpet with another gasp. You don’t argue for once; you are too invested in what Sungchan will do next, even if you care.

His lips pepper kisses across the inside of your thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with deep breaths as he inched closer and closer to your core.

He licks his lips as he hooks a long finger in your underwear, pulling them to the side. A moan leaves his lips when he sees your pussy for the first time, looking down at it like he’s looking at a coveted piece of art. You watch him closely, ears turning pink as he lifts two fingers to his lips, licking the tips of them before bringing them down between your legs to rub circles into your clit. His gaze stays on your cunt, watching how the pretty pink flesh moves beneath his fingers, biting his bottom lip when he hears you let out a whine, seeing your thighs tremble at just the slightest touch. Finally, his dark gaze lifts to meet yours.

With his eyes trained on yours, he presses a long finger inside you. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes flutter shut, gripping the carpet with one hand while the other dug into your side, biting your bottom lip as he pressed another finger inside. You moan this time, feeling your walls begin to stretch for him. You hear him groan quietly, making your eyes open. You’re immediately met with his gaze that never left your face. He looks like he’s in a trance, staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You can’t tell how it makes you feel, but you feel hot, like you’re boiling from the inside out. It aches, but it’s so intoxicating that you want more of it.

You whimper at how his fingers slickly slide out, then back in, watching him get lost in the sight of your reactions. You’re so wet for him. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you got so quickly. You swallow thickly as your chest rises and falls with each pant. His eyes stay on your face as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you shiver with a choked-out moan. His free hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back slightly, forcing your lips apart to look deeply into your eyes as he watches you crumble under him.

Feeling emboldened, Sungchan takes his fingers out of you slowly, letting out a long moan when they leave you empty. He lays a line of sweet pecks against your inner thighs, leaving tiny bites and nips on the soft flesh until he reaches the hem of his boxers. With a breathy "Fuck," he tugs them down enough to reveal his hard cock pressing against the fabric. You gulp as it springs from its confines, averting your eyes momentarily before snapping them back up to challenge his gaze. His thick length twitches with anticipation before he guides it towards you, slick with pre-cum leaking from the tip. Your heart stops for a beat before racing wildly in your chest again.

"Wrap your legs around me," Sungchan orders softly, not breaking eye contact even when you hesitate for a second before obeying. He grunts when he feels your folds pressing against his cock, pushing inside without a moment’s hesitation. He slides in so easily, groaning at how smooth the glide inside you is. He sounds as beautiful as he looks, making you moan as well. The way his cock splits your walls apart for him is delicious, to say the least, as a euphoria fills your veins as your walls spasm around him with another moan, this one airier than the one before.

“Fuck,” Sungchan curses, fingers digging into the carpet next to your head as he looks down at where your bodies were connected before back at your face. You two lock eyes again, making your heart hammer in your chest harder than before. Still, you meet his gaze with a quiet whimper, hands wrapping around his strong biceps as you bat your lashes at him.

“Feels good, Sungie?” You ask in a too-sweet voice. You rarely whip out for him unless you ask for a favor, like getting something off the top shelf or making him finish your short answer response questions because you don’t want to. Sungchan would do anything for you, and you’d do anything for Sungchan. He takes a deep breath at your tone, lips curling into a smirk before he bites his bottom lip, nodding.

Then, his hips roll into yours.

Sungchan's thick cock feels even better than you could have ever imagined, stretching you wide and fulfilling you completely. His hips roll into yours slowly, making you moan and whine beneath him with each gentle thrust. The way he fills you up is mind-numbing, his smirk turning into a grimace as he leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

Your walls clamp down on him at the contact, purposely trying to get more friction between the two of you. Sungchan groans against your lips, slipping his hands under your back and lifting you up onto his lap effortlessly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling his hard chest pressed against yours. Your heart pounds in your chest as he starts to fuck you properly now, eyes closing at the sensation that washes over you. You swear you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, but you convince yourself you’re just dreaming it.

You feel every inch of him inside of you, making your walls tighten around him with every snap of his hips into yours. A tiny sob leaves your lips when he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You dig your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, jaw-dropping and eyes rolling back at how your body moves like a rag doll and at how sharply his hips snap up into you. He groans into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before sucking softly to soothe it with his tongue. You can't help but shudder in his lap; this feels so good that it hurts. His hands hold you in place, one on your waist and the other cradling the back of your head as he takes rough control of the kiss again, teeth scraping against soft skin with every thrust. He pants against your lips, moaning your name softly and how good you make him feel. It's all too much for you; all too real with Sungchan, yet so not real. You’re fucking your roommate on your living room floor––You’re fucking your best friend on your living room floor.

Your hands find their way into his hair again, holding onto him tightly as he continues to fuck into you like your his, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. You mewl at the feeling, arching your back into his chest as he hits that sweet spot inside you once more. You could feel the warmth spreading through your veins, making you dizzy with need. The room spins around you as he thrusts harder, faster, deeper into your already aching pussy. His moans mix with yours, their tongues meeting in a messy kiss that speaks volumes about how much you both want this.

Your legs quiver as he takes control of the situation, fingers digging into your skin softly before trailing up to caress your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. You let out a strangled cry when he pinches at one of your nipples roughly, making you moan into his mouth even more, looking down to watch him work with a breath through your teeth. Your hands' card through the hair on the back of his head, eyes shutting to focus solely on the pleasure coursing through your veins with every drag of Sungchan’s cock against your walls.

"Sun-Sungchan," you whimper. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears. Your body is sweaty and flushed, a beautiful sight for him to feast his eyes upon. He growls lowly when he finally meets your gaze again, heat pooling in your lower belly at the raw desire he displays.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. ‘Should’ve fucked you soon, hm?” Sungchan groans, his voice creased with effort as he continues to pound into you. You can’t help but respond with a needy whimper, skin burning under his touch as you nod your head dumbly. You feel him everywhere, and it's overwhelming - the way he’s stretched you wide open, the way he feels pushing deep inside of you, the way his hands are holding you in place as if afraid that you'll slip away from underneath him.

Your heart beats furiously against your chest, matching rhythm with the throbbing ache between your legs. You're close, too close, but not quite there yet. Sungchan seems to sense your growing desperation, the flash of triumph in his eyes telling you he knows exactly what he's doing to you. He reaches down and begins rubbing slow circles on your clit again, thumb pressing against the sensitive nub just enough to make you cry out in pleasure.

“You gonna cum for me?” He whispers against your throat, teeth dipping into your soft flesh, causing a sharp gasp from your lips. You nod frantically in response, words failing you as white-hot pleasure courses through your veins. He laughs softly - a dark chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.

The way you melt against him is intoxicating. He grunts, unable to think straight as he feels his own orgasm building up. His hips move even faster, his cock sliding in and out of your welcoming heat with each thrust. He groans against your skin, panting heavily as he fucks you like it’s his last dying will, wet sounds filling the room that mixes with your pants and moans. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sounds you’re making, cheeks growing more read because of it. Sex is so embarrassing sometimes.

He pulls away from your neck just a little to look into your eyes, panting heavily as they roll back in pleasure. Sungchan's lips curl into a smirk at seeing how lost you get. Your walls tighten around his cock once again as you cum around him, making Sungchan's eyes roll back into his head and tilt his head back with a melodic groan that has you moaning as well. You feel him tremble beneath you as he finally cums inside of you, making you smirk softly as your hands run up and down his back.

You throw your head back and cry out his name, orgasm hitting you hard and fast like a freight train. He watches as you finally hit your peak, jaw-dropping at how gorgeous you look when you feel good. Your walls clamp down around him, and your muscles spasm in ecstasy; even through the haze of pleasure, you feel every drop of his cum spilling into you, the heat of it searing into your core. Your body convulses and shivers under the onslaught of pleasure, your voice breaking on Sungchan's name. 

Sungchan stays still for a moment longer, his cock still buried deep inside of you. His chest heaves against yours, ragged gasps filling the space between your sated bodies. He blinks slowly, his gaze holding yours captive as he pants out your name. You take his face into his hands with a deep breath, leaning in and kissing his lips without a second though. He moans into the kiss, holding your wrists gently as he does so.

You both stay like that for a while. Bodies joined together in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your gasping breaths and the rapid beat of your heart pounding in sync. Cautiously, Sungchan pulls out of you gently, making your pussy squeeze around nothing instinctively at the loss, a soft whimper leaving your lips.

He rolls off to one side, pulling you with him so that you're tucked against his side. His arm wraps around you and keeps you close to him, fingers dancing along your sweaty skin lightly. Neither of you speak for long moments, too wrapped up in trying to regain control of your breathing and coming down from your highs even to fathom thinking of words right now.

Eventually, though, Sungchan breaks the silence with a soft whisper, "You okay?"

Your lips twitch into a tired smile against his chest, pressing a small kiss there before nodding. "Yeah," you huff out after a moment, "That was…"

"Crazy," he finishes for you, making you shut your eyes with a laugh, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah…That was crazy,” You whisper, moving your head to rest on his chest to soak up more of his warmth. Your cheek squishes against his chest as you lay there, looking down at his spent cock resting against his thigh. It hits you that you’re both naked and just had sex on your living room floor. This calls for a conversation at the least but you can’t drag yourself to start it, completely spent from what just occurred.

So, instead, you close your eyes.

You’ll deal with it in the morning.

[nichoswag]

Hey Rei! I've been thinking for a while if I should send a prompt request or not, but here we go. 😂 (Hope you'll like it lol)

So my idea is #15 "Please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there." with a fake dating trope. And the idol who first came to my mind was Heeseung, I feel like he would match this well! You're free to decide the atmosphere of the story, I, personally was just feeling funny haha. I hope you'll have fun with this request! <33

flirt . lee heeseung

prompt: "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there."

pairing: fake bf!heeseung x gn reader

warnings: fake dating au, lots of flirting, kissing, teasing, like one light innuendo

song rec: into it - chase atlantic (warning: song is extremely sexual)

a/n: hii marine! admittedly i did push this to the top of my list because i feel a bit more inclined to complete reqs from my moots ♡ sorry it took so long, but i did have a lot of fun with this request!! i hope you enjoy :))

if someone were to ask you how you got in this situation, you honesly couldn't say you have a clue.

walking into your childhood friend's parents' house hand-in-hand with him, you're still questioning how you got here.

well, to put it simply, you and heeseung grew up together. you even went to college together, and now you're back home together. but, you're now actually together.

at least, that's what you've told both of your parents, after constant nagging and pleading from both ends for you both to date someone. so, your solution was to pretend you're both dating each other.

now, you're shaking due to the nerve of the roles you're both about to play.

heeseung squeezes your shaking hand that's placed in his, sending you a reassuring smile. "hey, it's fine. we're only doing this to get them off our backs."

your heart flutters at his smile and the kind action.

mrs lee opens the door for the both of you. "____! it's so nice to see you," she exclaims, pulling you into a hug.

"moooom," heeseung whines. "what about me?"

she chuckles. "oh, hush. i haven't seen ____ in years."

as she welcomes the two of you into her house, you realize how natural this feels after all. besides, you and mrs lee have always been close, as your moms are best friends, so she's like a second mom to you anyway.

heeseung leads you through the wide hall into the large dining room. sending you a wink, he pulls back your chair for you. you send him a weird look as you sit down, but he ignores it and pushes your chair in, taking a seat next to you.

diagonal from where you and heeseung sit, your fathers are arguing about who's lawnmower does the better job. you chuckle at their pettiness as your mother chastises your dad for picking a fight over such a stupid thing. things haven't changed at all.

you're immersed in a conversation with heeseung until someone takes a seat across from you. it's heedo, your fake boyfriend's older brother.

and your childhood crush.

there's a girl sitting next to him, and they're holding hands, just as you and heeseung were a few minutes ago.

heeseung seems to notice your curiosity, because he leans closer to speak into your ear. "that's yeri, heedo's girlfriend." he takes your hand again and squeezes it. "are you okay? we can leave if you're uncomfortable," he offers, knowing about your long-term crush on his brother.

you shake your head. "i'm alright. just surprised."

he nods, understanding. "are you over him? i mean, you've dated since you last saw him."

"i think so, actually." you smile, nostalgia hitting you suddenly. "he was my childhood crush, so i guess it's just weird for me. it's not like i haven't seen him with a girl before."

you remember the time you saw him making out with a girl at a party him and heeseung had thrown in high school while yours and their parents were on a trip. you'd then gotten drunk on wine to the point of throwing up, and heeseung had held your hair back half the night at your house while you threw up.

then, when he brought his first girlfriend for dinner with his parents. heeseung had invited you over, not knowing he was there with his girlfriend, and you'd spent the evening crying in his room while he held you.

heeseung grins at you, seemingly remembering those nights too. you feel eternally grateful to have someone like him in your life.

he presses a kiss to your temple, seemingly trying to keep up the act. "you hungry, cutie?"

you nod shyly, blushing as he ruffles your hair. "starved."

within a few moments, heedo and heeseung get up to help their mother bring plates of food from the kitchen and set them in the middle of the large dining table.

yeri stares at you across the table. you feel self-conscious as she eyes you up and down, as if she's analyzing how big of a threat you are to her.

heeseung catches a glance at her eyeing you as he sits down, sighing as he realizes what's going on. he glares back at her, and she just smiles innocently, fixing a napkin on her lap. she glares at you as she kisses heedo on the cheek.

"what's her problem?" heeseung whispers in your ear.

you shrug. "i have no clue. I've literally just been sitting here."

he rolls his eyes. "i hope she doesn't cause a scene."

dinner does end up going without a hitch. besides a few more glares from yeri when heedo asks about your experiences in university and settling into your new job, you feel at ease. even when yours and heeseung's parents ask how you two began dating, you're able to answer the questions just as the two of you practiced earlier.

you notice heeseung looking at you with an expression you don't recognize throughout dinner. almost like admiration, except his eyes are fiery. you just think he's playing the role of your loving boyfriend.

mrs lee brings out a tray of sweets. "anyone hungry for dessert?" she practically sings.

heeseung grins and leans close. "mine's already here." he places a hand on your knee.

you choke on your own spit, and he pats your back. "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there," you whisper-yell into his ear as everyone stares at you both.

your hear giggles, and you realize everyone must have heard what you said.

your mother smiles sweetly at the both of you. "don't worry, we're not judging you. the two of you are adorable."

you blush furiously, and heeseung ruffles your hair again.

yeri huffs from across the table, and you realize she must be jealous of the attention you two are receiving as a couple, not insecure of her relationship. she busies herself with fixing heedo's collar aggressively.

he grabs her hands as the attention turns to them. "what is your problem? you've been like this all evening. can't you just act normal?"

heeseung stifles a laugh from beside you and you nudge him with your elbow. "what's funny?"

he leans over to whisper in your ear for the third time tonight. "just that they're seemingly an actual couple and they get along worse than us."

you giggle, and yeri turns to glare furiously at you. "what the fuck is funny, you callous bitch?"

there are gasps all along the table, and heeseung nearly stands up defensively before you grab his arm to pull him down.

"don't think i haven't noticed you flaunting you perfect boyfriend all night." she laughs mockingly. "you're like a three. how did you manage to pull that guy?"

"get out." heedo glares at his probably soon-to-be-ex girlfriend, motioning towards the hall that leads to the front door.

"what?" her tough front cracks as she wears a scared face. "heedo-"

"i said. get. out." he gets up, pulling her up with him and marching toward the hallway.

you can hear the yelling and screaming still. "i've told you before, she's like a fucking SISTER to me! who are you to talk to my family like that?" "SHE WAS TAUNTING ME WITH HER PERFECT GUY-"

eventually, the screaming is muffled as it seemingly continues outside.

mrs lee gains her composure and proceeds with setting out the dessert. "kids these days are so dramatic. minus my ____, of course. you're an angel."

you smile at her. "thanks, mrs lee."

her smile falters. "honey, why don't you just call me 'mom?' i'll be your mother-in-law eventually, anyway."

you nearly choke again, and heeseung stifles a laugh. "just go with it," he mouths.

you smile again. "sure, mom. thank you for the dessert."

dinner wraps up rather quickly after the dramatic scene. heedo returns at the very end, looking very disheveled as you and heeseung make your way up the long spirals stairs to his room, where you'll both be staying the night.

heeseung lets out a long laugh after he closes the door to his childhood bedroom, nearly slumping against it. "that was a train wreck. heedo has terrible taste in girls."

you giggle. "he should've just chosen me when he had the chance."

heeseung's smile fades. "no, i rather like having you to myself."

your feel a twinge of pain in your heart at the way his smile drops. "hee, i was just kidding. i told you, i'm over him. i think i like someone else now, anyway."

the smile that began to creep onto his face at the first part of your speech drops again as he hears the last part. "oh." his shoulders slump, face looking dejected.

you catch his face in your hands as he turns away from you. "hee, do you really not realize who i'm talking about?"

his eyes widen in realization. "you mean..."

"yes, i mean i like you, lee heeseung." you grin at him.

before you realize it, he's taking you into his arms and picking you off the ground and you're spinning through the air. you both giggle as you come back onto the ground.

now flustered, you look away from him "so..."

"i like you too, ____. i thought that was pretty obvious." he ruffles your hair yet again, pulling you close by your waist.

you giggle. "it kinda was."

he looks at you for a moment, gentle gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. "can i kiss you?"

you nod, and he leans down to connect your lips gently. you wrap your arms around his neck, one hand resting on the nape of his neck, and the other tangling in his hair.

he pulls away and you lean your head against his chest, breathless.

"fuck, i think i might be in love with you." the words leave your mouth before you can even think about what you're saying.

he smirks down at you as you meet his eyes, yours wide. "yeah? what makes you think that?"

you inhale sharply. "you've been there for me through everything since we were kids. my heart hurts when you're sad, i feel angry when you're angry, and i'm happy when you are. also, i always find myself missing you when you're not around. i think that's love."

he smiles, eyes shining brightly. "if that's the case, i love you too."

minutes later, you're settled in a pair of heeseung's clothes, waiting on his bed for him to come back from the bathroom.

as he enters the room, your heart races. you've spent nights together as friends, no biggie. but now, it's the real deal.

he sprawls out on the bed beside you and turns to look at you. "cuddle?" he asks, opening his arms. you practically dive into them as they wrap around your body tightly.

you realize you feel safe here. that to you, there's never been any place safer than in his arms.

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for your event may i please request "white camelia" with a singular deuce spade pretty please 🙏

✉ ─── 200 follower event ♡ deuce spade

prompt ─── white camelia: they love you ─ adore you even. but they've always thought you see them as nothing more than a friend. which is why they're confused when they're friends seem to believe otherwise ─ wait what do they mean they're going to play matchmaker?

warnings ─ fluff, pining, gender neutral, lowercase intended, ace slander /aff, not proofread (i just really wanted to post it)

deuce admired the prefect. ─ they have gone up against, and survived, several overblots, managed to handle whatever the headmage dumped on them, and always kept calm in situations when everyone around them often panicked or argued. ─ they did their best in class, making up for their lack of magic with how often they studied, always coming out with good grades and high scores (better than what he or ace often get).

deuce appreciates the prefect. ─ they listened to him when he admitted how much trouble he often got into and how much it hurt his mom. they didn't tease him when he had trouble understanding something for a class, and even offered to tutor him if they thought they could help. and when the prefect is always there to greet him after track, holding out a water bottle with a smile on their face.

deuce likes the prefect. ─ they're a friend he's gotten rather close to. he likes when they laugh, and he likes being someone they're comfortable with. he likes when they lean against him and doze off because they know they can trust him. and he likes when they make time to spend with him (even when there's plenty of other people who could probably be a lot more fun to hang around).

─ and deuce has come to understand his feelings for the prefect may not fall under the feelings of friends anymore.

deuce has never had a crush ─ he's never quite been close to anyone before. ─ except for maybe that time he had a crush on another kid in elementary school; but could that really count? he was only a kid, and he really only liked the way they drew the rabbits they were always doodling at lunch.

he spent the majority of his life before night raven college getting into trouble, picking fights, skipping classes, and living up to a lot of rumors that spread around town. he didn't have relationships with anyone so close that he could gain romantic feelings. ─ the people he did choose to hang out with could hardly be called friends, and were mostly just people who enabled his behavior.

which is why he was so slow to realize his own feelings for the ramshackle prefect. ─ it took some teasing from ace to realize what his feelings really were for the prefect. and even after realizing, he wasn't quite sure what to do. ─ and he wasn't going to take advice from ace, of all people, who offered to help for a price, because he seemed to think he was such an expert on the subject of relationships snd feelings (he's not).

but deuce knew what he wasn't going to do ─ act on his feelings.

his friendship with the prefect of ramshackle was just that, a friendship. they were one of his closest friends, and he's sure they see him as nothing more than that.

deuce thought he was doing quite well at hiding his feelings for the prefect. ─ he believed that between himself, only one person knew, and that was ace, who was the whole reason he realized he had feelings for you.

but, thanks to his friends, he's come to realize that he was very wrong ─ and that he was very obvious. ─ and very hopeless (ace's words).

deuce thinks he's quite content sitting back and letting his feelings fester ─ or at least, that's what he thought, that is, until his friends told him his feelings couldn't be more obvious. and he wondered ─ if his friends (and everyone else, according to ace) knew about his feelings, did that mean, you too were aware? and if that was the case, did that mean you had chosen not to acknowledge him? was this an indirect rejection to his feelings he never actually intended to reveal to you?

oh, he believes he could dig himself a hole and stay there for the rest of his life. at least then he wouldn't have to deal with whatever feeling was digging at his chest and forcing him to make up all these scenarios of your rejection towards him in his thoughts. scenarios of how you must've reacted upon discovering his feelings for you that (he believed) you didn't return.

but it seems his rather troubled gang of fellow first years expected this spiral as they reassured him, that you probably didn't know anything.

"the prefect's pretty busy," jack had said, shrugging almost nonchalantly that deuce was a little jealous (it's much better then the panic he felt).

and epel agreed with the beastman, "i don't think they have ever even thought about something like this happening. they've never hinted at noticing anything!"

"yeah, they're pretty clueless about it," ace sighed, hands tucked into his pockets and looking at deuce with a grin that screamed teasing. "makes you guys a perfect match, doesn't it?"

deuce scowled at him (as much as he could through his fingers that had covered his face after his friends revealed the news about his rather obvious feelings to him), grumbling behind his hand at the heart, "shut up, ace."

ace rolled his eyes, untucking his hands from his pockets to throw an arm around deuce's shoulders, "quit worrying, juice! i can guarantee [name] feels the same!"

deuce lowered his hands from his face just enough that he was only covering his nose, eyes narrowed on ace. he ignored the nickname, instead asking, "and how do you know that for sure?"

"you're not the only one close to them, ya know?" ace scoffed, patting deuce's shoulder and sending him a smug smirk. "they totally like you back!"

taking ace's word was not something deuce did ─ after all, it was ace who often got them into trouble. and he was sure that if you were here, you would have a humbling comment to throw back at ace, reminding him of everything he put their group through. and how believing anything he said might just end up with them in more trouble.

but this was different; and he can't help but feel a little hopeful at the thought that ace was right. ─ that you hadn't indirectly rejected him and did indeed feel the same.

a clap on the back and deuce was back to glaring at his dormmate.

"it's alright, we know you're helpless, which is why we're going to offer you our help!" ace announced, and deuce is pretty sure he heard epel mumble a wait what, before ace contined, "you'll be dating the prefect in no time, deuce!"

"what." deuce said, and jack and epel's voice joined his, the three of then staring incredulously at the boy.

deuce knew he shouldn't have followed along with whatever ace had planned. ─ he's not sure what he expected when ace called for sebek and ortho to meet in jack's dorm, where he introduced to them his, deuce + [name] setup to a happy couple plan (yes, that was the name, and yes, epel teased ace).

"this seems...." jack trailed, eyeing the whiteboard (they don't know where ace got it).

"stupid." epel bluntly finished.

"i think it seems fun!" ortho chirped, hands locked in front of him and eyes practically shining at the thought of playing matchmaker.

sebek looked at whiteboard with a grimace, as if having trouble understanding any of it, (and no one could blame, the plan or rather plans, wasn't exactly... foolproof). he finally added his own thoughts, voice carrying strongly, as it always did, "i fail to see how any of this will help deuce court the prefect. it reminds me of a game ortho has spoken about."

ace sighed loudly, throws his arms up dramatically, "you're all clueless!"

words of protest followed his insult, but he ignored them in favor of turning to the reason for this chaos. "come on, deuce! don't listen to them, it's perfect!"

deuce frowned, eyeing the whiteboard of ideas with uncertainty.

"besides! who would you rather listen to," ─he gestured towards epel and the others,─ "guys who have never been in a relationship," ─ he gestured back to himself, proudly, ─ "or me, who has!"

"you mean that relationship with the girl you didn't actually like, and only lasted for so long?" epel snarked, rolling his eyes with a smug smirk at the heart.

"shut up, epel."

attempt number one: flowers!

"now here," ace pushed a bunch of roses into deuce's hands, forcing him to stumble on his feet for a moment before straightening out and glancing at the bunch of flowers. something about them seemed off, and it wasn't just the poorly cut thorns. "give them to the prefect. simple, right?"

deuce has to agree that it was simple.

"and then what?" deuce asked.

"uh," ace paused, "just figure it out from there!"

"what─"

"here they come!"

and deuce was quickly pushed away and onto the path leading up to the dorm, while ace quickly ran off to leave him to his own. with a deep breath, deuce squeezed the stems in his hands and approached you. when you noticed him, you smiled, and deuce felt his hands clam up even more.

"hey deuce!"

"hi, prefect." deuce greeted rather shyly, forcing himself to hold out the roses in his hands for you to take. you paused at his actions, glancing down at the flowers curiously.

"are they for me?"

"yes, um─"

"Ace!" there was a familiar yell that quickly had deuce tensing up. he turned to find his dormmate running towards him with an angry heartslabyul housewarden on his tail. and when riddle seemed to notice deuce, his eyes met the flowers in his hands, and somehow his face managed to get even more red. and that's when deuce realized ─

oh, he's in so much trouble.

ace passed him, latching onto the spade's wrist and beginning to pull him along, forcing the roses to scatter, leaving you standing there amidst it all, looking very confused.

failed.

"okay, so that didn't go as planned."

"you were collared for a week." epel scoffed, arms crossed over his chest as he sent ace an unamused look.

"a minor setback." ace shrugged off, waving his hand at the boy as he turned to the whiteboard of ideas. he placed his hands on his hips and nodded, as if he had any idea what he was doing, "it's all a part of the plan."

jack and epel exchanged a glance, looking back at deuce who was slouching on jack's bed with his face in his hands. ortho stood beside him, patting the spade on the back in an attempt to comfort him.

attempt number two: lunch.

"all you have to do, is ask them to eat with you." ace explained, while an exasperated epel rolled his eyes at the heart.

deuce furrowed his brows at the boy, "but we always eat lunch together?"

ace sighed, "i mean with just the two of you."

"oh." deuce nodded, but paused, "what about grim?"

"we'll come over to take him away when you guys make it to the cafeteria!"

from around the corner, ortho and sebek joined them, quickly announcing that you were making your way to the cafeteria. ace gave deuce a pat on the back, saying a few encouraging words (that weren't actually all that encouraging), before pushing him on to confront you, while he and the rest of the first years continued on to the cafeteria.

deuce sighed, but gathered whatever courage he might have as he began down the hall in search of you. and it didn't take long to find you, as ortho and sebek said, you were already on your way to the cafeteria.

"hey deuce!" you greeted as you and grim spotted the boy making his way towards you. grim looked between the two of you with an annoyed frown, not happy at the pause to get food.

"hi, prefect," deuce cleared his throat; all he was doing was aking you to have lunch, but the reasoning behind such a question made him nervous, and he had to refrain from wrinkling his clothes in a nervous habit of pulling at them.

just ask, "would you like to have lunch together?" at your puzzled expression, deuce managed to add, "just between us?"

you paused, but seemed to understand what he meant as a smile took over your face and you nodded, "of course─"

but before you could finish, your name was called, and you turned to find the reason. the headmage approached you with his ever-familiar smile, arms held out as he stopped just before you, deuce, and grim. "hello, prefect, i hate to drag you away from your lunch," ─ you all know that wasn't true ─ "but there is an urgent matter i need your help with. please meet me in my office."

you frowned as he walked off, giving you no time to protest or reply as he marched in the direction of his office.

"but what about lunch!" grim cried, "i'm hungry!"

you sighed, turning to deuce, "sorry, deuce. do you think you can take grim with you?"

despite feeling the disappointment settle, deuce still nodded, doing his best to give you a reassuring smile, "of course, [prefect]! i'll make sure he eats."

"thank you." you smiled at him, before turning in the direction the headmage went, leaving grim with deuce.

deuce sighed, shoulders slumping as he turned the opposite of you with grim at his side to return to the cafeteria.

upon reuniting with the others, he only had to tell them the headmage called for you, for them to understand that this too, was another failed attempt.

failed.

"so that didn't work out either," ace said, hand to his chin as they were all once again gathered in jack's dorm room, staring at the whiteboard of plans, with lunch and flowers crossed out.

"we didn't account for the headmage!" ortho said, the only one in the group genuine in accepting and following ace's plan (aside from deuce, who doesn't understand why he's going along with it at all). "perhaps we should try a different idea!" the young shroud moved closer to the board, eyeing the details, before pointing at one of the plans. "perhaps this one!"

ace clapped his hands together, "great idea!"

epel sighed and jack shook his head, while sebek eyed the board, nodding along as ace turned to them to explain the new plan.

attempt number three: sleepover!

epel and jack have decided this might be one of the worst plans on the board, and deuce thinks he might just agree with them. ─ planning a sleepover with their group of friends, only for everyone but deuce to suddenly call and bail? deuce isn't quite sure what ace was thinking when he put the plan on the board, or what ortho was thinking when he pointed it out.

but despite his and the other's reservation, they still found themselves putting the plan in motion.

"well," you sighed, stretching back on the couch of the dorm, the one they used their thaumarks from vil to buy after the sdc, and smiling at the spade who sat on the floor and leaned back against the coffee table. "guess it's just us, huh deuce?"

"yeah, i guess so," deuce quietly agreed, wondering if the way his face heated up was noticeable (he really likes your smile).

grim had decided to eat through all the tuna you had bought him and fall into a food coma back in your room, and with the others having bailed on what you thought was another simple sleepover between yourself and your group of first years, it was only the two of you sitting in the louge of ramshackle as the night drew later. (and you're not quite sure where the ghosts had disappeared to.)

"do you want to play some games?" you asked as you stood from the couch to turn on the console ortho and idia had given you.

"sure," deuce nodded, standing as well to take a seat on the couch as you returned. you sat beside him, holding out a controller before looking back at the screen to choose from the many games.

deuce actually isn't quite sute how long the two of you played games, sometimes playing together on the same team and other times going against each other. he does know, however, that the two of you were having fun, and hearing you laugh because of him filled him with a certain sense of pride

after some time you yawned, leaning back on the couch with the controller resting on your lap. deuce turned to you, and you smiled, supressing another yawn, "i'm getting a little tired."

"yeah," deuce nodded, a smile on his face of pure adoration towards you (not that you were all that aware of that fact). he grabbed your controllers to put safely next to the console, which he also thought to shut down.

he turned to you as you stretched your arms above your head and yawned again.

"i'm going to go get a drink."

"okay." you lazily replied.

deuce disappeared into the kitchen for only a minute or two to grab a glass of water, but when he returned, he found you stretched across the couch, looking to have only intended to lie down for a moment, only to end up dozing off. deuce smiled at the sight as he set his water on the coffee table, and grabbed a blanket you often kept draped over the lounge chairs, before throwing it over you. he had half a mind to attempt to move you, but he'd feel bad if he woke you.

after making sure you seemed decently comfortable, he laid across one of the other couches, and dozed off himself.

success? (the intent was there, but not carried out)

"okay so, it worked but he didn't even confess," ace grumbled, throwing his arms up in the air as he stood in front of the whiteboard.

"where is deuce?" ortho asked, glancing around the dorm for the spade who wasn't present for the meeting as he had been for the others (despite him being the reason for it at all).

sebek nodded to ortho's question, crossing his arms across his chest as he asked, "i don't believe i've seen him since lunch."

ace paused, stopping to glance at the group to confirm the person of topic was indeed absent. "he messes up the plan and then doesn't even show?" ace shouted, huffing as if he was offended by deuce's actions.

"maybe he got tired of all your ridiculous plans and decided to take matters into his own hands." epel shrugged, sitting back in jack's desk chair with a pointed look at ace.

"deuce?" ace clicked his tongue, waving a hand at the boy, "no way!"

attempt number four?: deuce's plan!

deuce is unsure if he's ever been this nervous before ─ well, actually, he is. but the reason this time was for something he's never quite experienced before and he can feel the doubt creep in and start to consume his thoughts.

but then he remembers what jack said when he told the wolf and epel what he planned to do ─ "you're probably going to feel nervous. my dad used to tell me all the time that he was too when he confessed to my mom, but that's fine. it's like when we're running, just go for it and do your best."

deuce sucked in a breath, running a hand through his hair and nodded, "okay, it's fine. i got this."

"deuce?"

the spade almost jumped as he turned to face you, quickly gaining his composure (or what little of it that he had) as you approached. you stopped in front of him, a smile on your face but still looking confused as you glanced around. ─ he had asked you to meet him behind the botanical guardians, just where you found the hazelnuts you guys used for the apology tart for riddle.

"you texted me to meet you here alone?" you asked, although more like repeated what was in the message, "is everything okay?"

"yes!" deuce quickly answered, cringing at how loud he said it, before backtracking on his words, "or no? um, well─"

at your concerned and confused expression he paused to take another deep breath, muttering to himself, just loud enough for you to hear, only further confusing you.

"okay, um, it's fine, i got this."

"deuce?" you asked, again, head tilted to the side a little as you tried to examine his expression. (he was looking a little nervous, and that concerned you even more.)

"prefect─ [name]," he corrected, facing forward but looking everywhere but at you to avoid meeting your eyes. his voice seemed to almost pitch with nerves, but he tried to push through, "listen, um, i don't really know how to this. i've never done this before, but i... well i don't know, um─" he glanced at you for a moment, before quickly glancing away, afraid he might back out with how intently you stared at him, concern written across your features.

no, he has to do this. and if you reject him then he'll just ─ well, he doesn't know what he'll do. return to his dorm and bury himself under the blankets to wallow in self-pity? call his mother and hope she'll have advice on how to handle his first heartbreak? ─ wait, he's getting ahead himself. he has to confess first; besides, you may not even reject him! there's a chance you'll return his feelings, right?

it's fine.

maybe.

"deuce, are you okay?"

deuce deflated at the concern in your voice ─ just rip the bandaid off. he's gotten into fights, fought monsters, and battled overblots. for seven's sake! he can do this!

"[name]," he said again, straightening out his shoulders and somehow managing to meet yours eyes despite his very loose nerves. "you're one of my best friends. we've been through a lot together, and your friendship means a lot to me." ─ he paused to examine your face as you squinted your eyes at him; could you tell where he was going with this?

"but, agh, how do i say this, um─" he could feel his hands begin to clam up and he quickly stuffed them into the pockets of his pants. "i like you. a lot more than a friend. and i don't want to ruin our friendship ─ i think ─ but i felt like i should, no, i needed to tell you. and if you reject me, that's... that's fine. but i had to tell you." deuce finally stopped rambling, squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head, as if he was preparing for someone to land a hit on him.

it was silent, and deuce doesn't know if it's just his nerves but he almost thinks the wind stopped blowing in that moment. then he heard you sigh, and the crunch of the fallen leaves at your feet, until he felt your arms around his neck and your chin on his shoulder. deuce froze, peeking an eye open to glance at you as you hugged him, managing to mutter a quiet, what, before you interrupted whatever might've been happening in his head (overthinking, he was seriously overthinking).

"jeez," you scoffed, though even through his nerve-rattled state he could tell there was no bite to your voice, "you scared me. don't do that."

"what?" deuce didn't know what to say as he removed his hands from his pockets and held them over your back, hesitating to return your hug as he remained confused.

you stepped back, but kept your hands on his shoulders, patting him in an attempt to comfort him, before you chuckled and sent him a smile, "i like you too, deuce. a lot more than a friend."

it was a moment as deuce stared at you, and you let him take in your words, as the gears in his head turned until he finally gasped. a wide grin crossed his face, and he quickly pulled you into a hug, to which you laughed, but returned his action. you're quite sure you could feel his hands shake against your back where he hugged you, likely from the nerves of his confession, but you made the decision not to comment on it.

deuce sighed, "i was so nervous."

"i could tell."

"and you like me back?"

"i did say that, yes."

deuce pulled back, and you think he almost looked like an excited puppy, "so, will you go on a date with me?"

"of course i will."

deuce's smile was cheeky, and if he stayed smiling like that, you feared his face might start to hurt ─ but he was so excited, and you thought it cute.

"wait till the guys hear about this!" at his words, you raised your eyebrows at him, and he paused, "if you're okay with that."

you laughed again and shook your head, "it's fine."

success.

notes ─── i finished it yay! hope you like it eli <3

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[m] HAECHAN | monochrome | @sundaysundaes — Lee Donghyuck once believed in the concept of soulmates—how fate would connect a red thread from one lover to another, in a form of dreams and memories. That was how his parents met, that was how they claimed their happiness, and he wanted nothing more but to live his life the way they lived theirs. Until one day, as he sees her slipping away from his hands, he has no choice but to stop believing entirely.

CHENLE | i still love you | @xiaodejunletsact 17.4k — high school can be complicated. thats why when your crush of three years, zhong chenle, approaches you out of nowhere offering to drive you home you are right to question his intentions.

HAECHAN | free trial wedding style | @liliansun 10.6k — when a random, cute, guy comes up to you and practically asks for you to follow along, you do so without much thought. that is until you get home and see he’s your new neighbor who just might need your help a little more than you expected.

[m] HAECHAN + MARK | the girl is mine | @luvrkives 10.5k — mark and hyuck can't stop fighting over you. who fucks you better, who makes you laugh more, who you like most, who fucks you better, yada yada yada. but honestly, why argue when you would happily take them both?

JAEHYUN | love you goodbye | @serendipityseulgi 10.3k — the one with the story of dysfunctional love between you and jaehyun. aka, you both want different things and your love isn’t always enough.

[m] JOHNNY | color evasion | @ncteez 8.7k — or the one where you join a kink website and a specific dom’s profile catches your attention enough to actually meet him at a hotel and practically ignore your safe words bc man, he’s good. 

[m] HAECHAN + JAEHYUN | mine too | @waithyuck 7.5k — donghyuck x jaehyun x reader (f), smut, basically pwp

JAEHYUN | eye of affection | @aitarose 6.6k — for as long as he can remember, jaehyun’s world has been in black and white - giving him no reason to appreciate his mother’s profession as an artist and the beauties that art can provide. however, an accidental meeting with you gives him reason to doubt his former beliefs - proving to him that there may be true beauty in a world that’s void of everything bright, that beauty being the sunshine that you provide. 

HAECHAN | full of love (and stars) | @httplastic 6k — friends/roommates to lovers, light angst

[m] HAECHAN | unavoidable | @sunpopz 5.8k — after swearing to yourself you're done catching feelings for people; you meet someone who makes that incredibly difficult. you think you can avoid him... then you're assigned a final together.

RENJUN | hard to let go | @cinnajun 4.3k — your high school friend group had an ambiguous and messy end, and you never got any closure for anything. two years later, and lee donghyuck’s girlfriend lives on the same floor as you, and you’re forced to face huang renjun, whose abandonment hurt you the most.

HAECHAN | she's quiet | @ijuliet 3.4k — although you were not looking to make new friends, the ones you had tried their hardest to push you out of your comfort zone to find something abnormal for you. which is why you’re at a frat party on a thursday night, watching as lee donghyuck observes you from afar.

[m] HAECHAN | all bark no bite | @jjsneo 2.5k — lee haechan is the most annoying man you’ve ever encountered. but that doesn’t mean you don’t find him hot; and maybe that’s why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.

JAEHYUN | in the rain | @sehunniepotwrites 1.9k — All this time, you were looking for love in the wrong places and in the wrong people. As a serial dater, you never thought you would find it in the pouring rain and in the person you trusted the most. 

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ur fav recs n fics blog is back hehe | happy reading <3

xoxo

[stevie-petey]

hiiii i miss bug and the party. ik ur still working on the outline (take ur time bestie!!) but could you possibly give us some insight into how people view bug in the party/hawkins 😊

yes !! love yappin about my baby <3

under the cut since this one is long !!!

how hawkins views bug: shes the resident sweetheart. everyone knows her to some capacity, especially the high school kids. shes the student who gets along with everyone but keeps to herself. guarded but incredibly open and kind to all. people love going to bookstrordinary because shes wonderful to the customers and mrs waters says every day that bug made the store popular again. elderly people adore her, which we see in all the seasons so far !! its hard to meet bug and not love her, its almost inevitable (hopper can attest to this). when her and jon were the It couple, everyone always laughed at how different they are. jonathan avoids eye contact, hes awkward and shy and indifferent to everyone. bug ? polar opposite. truly the sunshine x grumpy duo. when she gets with steve they become the most wholesome pair to watch. need your picture taken at a tourist spot ? bug already is grabbing your camera while steve plays with the kids lmao

how the party views bug: ive talked about this before but bug is truly their sister. sure, lucas has a small crush on her but it was more a childhood thing and just a oh ur pretty and cool omg. mike is arguably the closest despite how much they argue. he has the most respect for her, theyre similar in their stubborn ways and heart of the group nature. he truly believes shes one of the best people hes ever met, mike would be the first to defend her and last to die fighting for her <3 dustin we already know. thats his sister and shes sacrificed so much of her life to protect him and he knows this. bug is dustins lifeline and vice versa. will sees her as the sister he never had. he will forever remember the kindness she showed him and the way she never diminished his sensitivity and naivety. lucas admires her, bug is his go to for advice and mentorship. he trusts her immensely, her word is god basically. max is similar to lucas in that aspect, but she moreso admires bugs strength and willingness to die for the ones she loves. bug fought for max before anyone else did, max will never forget this. and el !!! sweet baby loves bug so much. in a way bug is more maternal for her, not as sisterly, but even then el calls bug her sister and genuinely thinks bug is like the best person on the whole planet. she wants to be bug when she grows up :’))

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Can you do a Edward Cullen x sad reader where the reader is sad about her grades and also has a crush on Edward and is very shy to ask him for help but Edward notices is it and comforts the reader

WALLOWING CLUB | E.C.

word count: 1.4k (stop I'm embarrassed)

warnings: I got carried away. I'm in love with him. I'm sorry kjnfe

The Forks High School library was a very small little room in the heart of the school, barely visited by many students if any, but it was a little solace for you- you'd spend your breaks studying and snacking between the stacks, hardly ever hearing the school bell until Laura, the lovely old librarian would call you out from your hiding place to return to the war grounds of small-town high school hallways.

You'd been studying hard this term, with senior year approaching a torturous end, you'd been trying to work yourself either to death or to college, whichever came first, which is why receiving a bad grade right before a long weekend was the last thing you needed. You didn't allow yourself many breaks, it was a given that there wasn't time for that with how much you had to do, but you'd reached a silent agreement with yourself that you'd take the weekend off if your grades came back good enough, now it looked like you'd booked yourself another date with your desk and chemistry book. Since your weekend was booked, you allowed yourself a little time to breathe, to wallow in your sadness as you took another potato crisp into your mouth, looking up at the door as you waited for the other member of the wallowing club to join you.

Edward Cullen, your library friend, or so you'd dubbed him as you never spoke outside of these four book-pasted walls- he was very fond of a regular wallowing session himself, not that you thought he had all that much to wallow about being the talk of the school, and the town for that matter, but the club wasn't one you considered exclusive. You spoke very casually, which you assumed was something he wasn't all that used to, everyone approached him like he was some sort of deity, blessing them with his presence- you hardly blamed them, to be fair, he was ethereal in all the dept of the word, far too attractive for a school so dreadfully ordinary and you knew he was intelligent, in a way that ought to make you feel inferior had he not tried so very hard to do anything but that. You had no doubt that was he to have met you anywhere else, you'd have made a right fool of yourself, but he found you with your guard down, in your safe place, and as a result, you'd managed to ease into your crush on him, far too easily letting him charm you, but who were you to fight him on making you swoon.

"That's not a real meal," the smooth, intoxicating voice declared very calmly as he walked towards you, giving you a very knowing look of disapproval as he sat down next to you, porcelain hand sliding a plastic-wrapped sandwich onto your lap.

"Don't start with me, Cullen," you pouted, already handing him your half-eaten bag, not missing the way his eyes twinkled with amusement, a familiar notion of being around you, or so you'd learned after far too many lunch breaks spent alone together. "I've already had a day, don't want to have to argue with you about the very many nutritional benefits of potatoes, " you wouldn't dare bring that up, arguments always leaned in his favor and you knew he was right, humming in soft satisfaction at the first bite of the white bread sandwich.

"A day?" a simple demand for more, the way he looked you over, showing that he was clearly trying to determine whether this was a mundane-sized problem or an end-of-the-world-sized one, though he knew it was always the first.

"I got my test back," you admitted, covering your mouth with a hand to hide your next bite, chewing quickly as you reached into your bag to pull out the culprit. "Really thought I'd do better, to be honest," you felt shy, sharing was a rather new thing for you, especially sharing with him, he appeared all but perfect after all and he seemed to be good at everything, so admitting to your faults was strange, it was less embarrassing and more revealing, baring yourself to him, it made your talks real, more.

"You did your best, no?" he knew you did, also knew how hard you studied, how he couldn't read anything but useless facts from your head for weeks, very rudely robbing him of the advantage he had over you, not that he used it often- his gift. But you were an odd soul to read, never showing him what you felt, never telling him what you thought, it was both infuriating and exciting, trying to figure you out. You nodded lightly, though he knew what it meant, knew the solemn gesture was you doubting the worth of your best, because if your best led you to have that sad, yet admittedly adorable pout on your lips then it surely wasn't what you had hoped for.

"I can't wait for this year to be over," you were tucking your lunch away, appetite lost at the side of the red letter adorning your answer sheet, haunting you, taunting you.

"I can," he retorted and scoffed lightly at the obvious disapproval of his words, shrugging as he brought a hand up to brush a crumb from your cheek, not missing the way your skin warmed under his touch, heart stammering, it made him want to do it again, made him want to do more, figure out how else your body could react to such simple, innocent gestures. "I would miss our hidden conversations," he explained and you rolled your eyes, only to hide the smile your lips begged to show him.

"You would not," you dared and turned your back away from the bookshelf behind you, looking at him with legs folded and hands fiddling with the plastic bag. "All we ever do is wallow and groan, we're like two very old people waiting for death," you were smiling, knowing he'd enjoyed your subtle references to doom and gloom, but he couldn't quite decide which he enjoyed more, the sound of the smile distorting your words of the way your eyes thinned slightly when you did, a beautiful sight.

"Exactly, who else would I do that with?" he was smiling as well and you were grateful you were sitting because it was the type of rare expression that had your knees weak.

"Oh, I'm sure you'd find many willing volunteers."

"None of them would be good enough, only you can make the darkness sound so welcoming," you had no idea what hidden symbolism the man was talking about but still you were reeling, he had to know that people don't just say things like that without absolutely ruining your resting heartbeat, in fact, it was rude, making you fall so mercilessly for him without the slightest possibility of him falling back, or so you thought. "You know," he began, "Chemistry is one of my best subjects."

"I know, Edward, you're nothing short of a genius, no need to kick a girl while she's down," he breathed a soft laugh, nudging you lightly with his leg.

"What I mean, is that I could help you study for the next test, make sure you wallow a little less next week," he knew you'd need some convincing but the bell was about to ring, he'd very pathetically been counting the minutes he had left with you and they were very few now. "Don't make me debate you into saying yes," he was picking up your things, standing with them in a sort of awkward, yet anything but, linger as he waited for you to stand as well. "You'll say yes, I'll act coy, it'll be much less of a task for the both of us if you just agree to meet me here tomorrow morning."

"You're a little arrogant, do you know that?" you mused, accepting his icy hand as it guided you from the floor, one by one stuffing your belongings into your bag, leaving his now empty hands to find rest in his pockets.

"I do," he agreed and smiled at you, looking down with eyes so golden it almost entranced you, as you lifted a brow at him. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Can we bring snacks?"

"You can, I'll bring you food."

"You're starting with me again, Cullen," and it was the laugh, the absolutely cruel laugh that he offered you as he walked you out of the library that made you think that maybe wallowing wasn't the only thing your friendship was good for.

tagging: @cauliflowertree and @saintlike78 because they always indulge my twilight brainrot

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Distracting Dancing Donnie

Synopsis: You need a dance partner for an assignment, and your pride won't allow you to ask Donnie.

ROTTMNT Donnie x Reader insert. (No gender specified). Reader is either in high school and friends with the current turtles, or in college and friends with aged-up turtles, whichever is closer to your age/preference.

[This has all the fluff. A personal friend requested a one shot so I wrote this. I personally thought it was a little too cheesy or that I lost the characters' personalities somewhere along the line, but the friend who requested it loved it so I decided to share! I proofread it but I know there are still grammar mistakes. Also copying and pasting to Tumblr made me lose some of my typographical emphasis, so I did my best to fix it.]

In all the years you've known the turtles, you've never messed up so badly.

You've never hurt or betrayed any of them. Especially not to the extent that you've done today.

"How could you choose Señor Hueso as your dance partner over me?!" Donnie is whom you've betrayed on this historical day.

You had never let your grades slip in any of your classes, not even in the midst of pizza parties with the turtles or infiltrating The Foot with April. However in recent months you've become somewhat distracted.

Ok, more than somewhat. You had always had an affinity for the tech-wiz turtle, just an infatuation if you will. You thought it was something that would come to pass over time, just a small, childish crush. Until the years passed by and you've gotten that much closer with the turtles. Being with them through thick and thin, helping to bandage their injuries, cheering them on whether it be in a fight against mutants, or competition amongst themselves.

You've seen them laugh, you've seen them cry, you've seen them hurt, hell, you've even seen them sick with the rat flu (which you got 4 new gifts from thanks to the seventh "Must Say Yes" stage!) And what you thought to be a little crush did not fade. In fact, with every rescue Donatello had accomplished, saving you in the knick of time, every scwabble he took your side on, every invention he explained to you with that excited fire in his eyes, you found yourself incredibly distracted by your growing feelings for him.

Distracted enough that your history grade had slipped. Hence, where you are today. Your teacher was assigning a "historical dances around the world" assignment with a contest, the winner receiving extra credit, and you were given Salsa as your assigned dance. Writing a report to go with it is the easy part. Dancing it is an entirely different story. So you decided to go with who Leo describes as an expert: Señor Hueso.

"Donnie, if it were an 80's dance like Disco or The Robot, of course I'd have asked you. But my grade is on the line here and I need an expert!" You told him a half-truth. As much as you'd want to, you don't think you could ever bring yourself to ask Donnie to dance with you. You've seen him dance! You'd just get distracted again and short circuit right there on the dance floor! You want your grade to go up, not down!

"Actually Disco dancing was created in the 1960's, and whereas the Robot was popularized in the 60's as well, it's origins date back as early as the 1920's-" He was already on a roll, adding in a few dance poses as he elaborated.

"Donnie, look, I'm sorry but I'm trying to win, and Señor Hueso was nice enough to agree to help me. After some begging/convincing from Leo." You mumbled the last part to yourself.

"Scoff! You know as well as I do that you would not receive any award lower than first place with me! Failure is not in my vocabulary!" Donnie exclaimed.

"Yeah, but it's in your record" you mumbled to yourself.

"What! I don't have any failures on my record!" Donnie, who had apparently heard you, argued.

"What about the many L's you took in our shell games to moi?" Leo leaned his weight on his brother's head.

"I only recall besting you and taking your room from you." Donnie cockily brushed off Leo.

"And all the sports games we lost because of you?" Raph added from his seat on the couch.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't even partake in sports ball." Donnie retorted with a couple flicks of his wrist, as if dusting off the allegation.

"And when you got us attacked by one of your many evil robots?" Mikey shouted from the skate ramp.

"That doesn't sound like me." He crossed his arms.

"And the many projects you failed to help me with?" April added showing the pictures on her phone of every one of Donnie's combustible experiments.

"That must be the work of a different, lesser genius mutant ninja turtle." Donnie crossed his arms.

You clicked the projector on where a video played of Donnie yelling "I can fix this!" repeatedly in multiple different clips where different inventions of his glitched, shut down, got destroyed, self-destructed, or turned evil.

"Hmm, does my shell armor really look that ingenious from the back?" He wondered with a hand under his chin and one eyebrow raised.

"Donnie!" April shouted.

"OK, I'll admit I may have forgotten a few data points. But I am still undefeated in my dancing! Which is why I feel betrayed that you of all people wouldn't pick me as your dance partner!" He turned back to you.

"Dee, I'm sorry but my mind is made up. I appreciate you wanting to help, but I've got too much at stake and need to take first place." You placed your hand on his shoulder as you explained.

"Et tu, Brute?" He quoted at you, hurt. He brushed off your hand as he turned and sulked stubbornly towards his lab. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when you realize that I was obviously the better choice!" He shouted back.

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You felt awful. You felt like you really had betrayed Donnie. It was just dancing, but you knew how much he liked to be relied on, especially outside of his technology. You felt like a kicked puppy.

"Ouch!" Especially your shin that had actually been kicked just now!

"Compañero, you need to keep up."

"Sorry Señor Hueso. I'm just a little... distracted." That word keeps correlating with Donnie and it really needs to cease.

"Well then, if you are too distracted to learn, then I suppose this lesson is over." Señor Hueso sighed as he turned to walk back into his kitchen. He had been kind enough to let you use his restaurant as a makeshift dancefloor during closed hours.

"Hold on there Bone Man!" Leo slid to put his arm around him, stopping his exit. "If teaching the dance steps isn't working, you could at least take this time to teach about the history of the dance for the written report?"

"Yes! Yes please! That would be a huge help, and I'll be sure to pay attention this time!" You gleamed with hopeful eyes, silently thanking Leo's quick thinking. You only had a week to prepare after all.

Señor Hueso sighed, "Fine, as long as you listen closely." He moved over to one of the tables so you all can sit as he began.

"The Salsa was developed by Puerto Ricans and Cubans living here in New York in the late 60s and early 70s. Different regions of Latin America and the United States have distinct salsa styles of their own such as Cuban, Puerto Rican, Colombian, and New York's very own style. I am well learned in all of these styles, but for your dance, I will be teaching you the New York style." He continued on with showing the movements distinct to each style and the differences they show even in the same moves, and you found yourself forcing yourself to take notes even though your mind is wandering to Donnie and how he may have been lighting up with that excitement he wears so well as he explains this same information. Your brain may be wandering but you had turned on a recorder before the lesson started so that you could practice the dance steps at home, and you were smart to leave it recording as Señor Hueso taught about the history of the Salsa.

"Wait, so its similar to the Tango in that it's an improv dance, but more upbeat and free spirited. So then why am I learning choreography? Wouldn't it be more authentic to follow your lead at the contest?" You asked.

"You were under the impression that I was going to be your dance partner at the contest? There seems to be a misunderstanding. I agreed to teach you for a day, not to risk being spotted in your world." He had a point, but the crushing reality hit you in the face like a brick.

"What?! A day? But I thought you were going to teach, practice, and then wear a disguise or something to be my partner for the contest? Leo said that when you combine with your brother you pass for human with skin and bone-"

"No! I would never involve my brother in any kind of plan that could get us exposed to the human world. Additionally I would not stoop so low as to ask my brother for a favor." Hueso muttered to himself, crossing his arms.

"I would!" You exclaimed, panicked. "Leo! Do something!"

"Hey, I've already gotten myself on server and dish washer duty just from asking him to teach you to dance! I say just find a different partner! What about Donnie? You already know that he wanted to be your dance partner, so convincing him will be a piece of cake!" Leo leaned on his sword casually.

"Ugh! But if I ask him now I'll never live it down!" You grumbled with your hands over your face.

"I agree, Donnie can be a sore winner" Leo mused with a deadpan expression. Being defeated by any of his siblings was annoying enough, but Donnie's cocky way of rubbing it in their faces was worse than Leo's.

Ok, so Donnie is not necessarily worse than Leo at being a sore winner, but to Leo he was.

"What about you Leo? You're here with me at the lesson! So you can learn the choreography with me!" You pleaded.

"Woah, as much as I'd love to rub it in Donnie's face that I was picked as a dance partner over him... Ok, scratch that, I'd love to rub it in Donnie's face that I was picked as a dance partner over him, I'm in!"

You fist pumped at Leo agreeing. It's ok! You can still do this! You have time, and Leo's not a bad dancer!

"While I hate being the bearer of bad news, isn't the contest on Friday? The same day that papino here is supposed to be my server for an important dinner being held here in my restaurant?" Hueso interrupted. Leo had agreed to serve at the restaurant for the entire week, and then end his service after helping Hueso serve for an important dinner reservation.

"Relax! It'll be fine! I'll just portal back and forth, help you serve your restaurant," Leo gestures to Hueso, "and help you to win your contest!" He gestures to you. 'And help to make Donnie jealous.' Leo added to himself.

You and Señor Hueso looked at each other unsure.

Eventually it was decided that since Leo had agreed to help serve at the Run of The Mill Pizza for the entire week, that you can practice his portalling back and forth during your dance practice and see if you can get the timing down.

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It was a disaster.

"That was a disaster!" Donnie laughed.

Leo and you had consistently topled over each other, stepping on each others feet as he popped in and out of the lair, sometimes with random dishes in hand, sometimes holding one of the restaurant's customers and spinning them instead of spinning you. Eventually you were sitting on the floor of the lair, rubbing your poor, abused feet as Donnie smugly looked down from the railing above.

"It was only our twelfth try! We still have plenty of time to improve!" You shouted up at him. You were mortified.

"Sure, if you subtract the seventeen attempts from yesterday, and the fourteen from the day before-" He started counting on his three fingers.

"Ok! But we almost had it that time! I had a fighting chance! Besides this is supposed to be an improv style dance in its origin so technically we're authentic!" You were spouting nonsense out of desperation. You knew it. And unfortunately for you, Donnie knew it. You had to look away from his smug and cocky grin he was giving you. It didn't help that he was so good looking with that look on his face. And it didn't help that he knew that too.

"Oh dear, if only there were someone proficient at dancing around that could take 'Nardo's place and help you to place first place at the contest. Oh wait, there is and you picked TWO other people over me!" Ugh, you hated when he has something over you to rub in your face like this.

"Look, Dee-"

"If you apologize now and, I don't know, beg maybe? I might agree to win that contest for you through the power of dance! You and I both know that you need the help." Donnie had his hand posed smugly by his face.

You hated when he had something to rub in your face, sure. But what you hated more was when he was a jerk about it too.

"'Beg?' 'Win it for me?' I'm not incompetent Donatello!" Ooh, you used his full name. Bad sign. "I don't need your help with this stupid dance contest. And frankly? I don't even want it!" You shouted up at him before turning away to gather your things. And here you were about to finally ask him as a last resort. Even with the risk that you'd mess it all up and somehow accidentally reveal to the turtle how badly you had fallen for him, you were desperate, and knew it was only logical to ask Donnie. But after the things he just said now, your pride wouldn't allow it.

"You only have a day before the contest! You’ll come crawling back to me! You'll see!" Donnie shouted after you as you left the lair. He sighed. He knew he messed up. He got full of himself with the notion that you'd maybe be desperate enough to finally ask him! He assumed that if he talked himself up enough and gave you the confidence of a definite win, that he could finally dance with you.

It was no secret that he loved to dance, especially when smitten with someone. Ever since he found himself wanting to ask you to dance with him every time music played in the background of a venue, after some kind of victory, or even when music played during a Jupiter Jim movie, he realised it was due to the growing feelings he had for you. He was not dense in his own feelings, he knew when he was attracted to someone. And he had fallen hard and fast for you years ago, and those feelings had not wavered.

It had hurt that when the opportunity for you to dance with someone came up you had not thought of him. What was worse, when your original partner had been a bust, you had picked his own brother over him, even after he had expressed his interest! (Ok, he expressed offense at not being chosen but in retrospect its the same thing!)

He sighed, slapping a hand over his face. He should apologize, and offer, or rather, ask you properly to dance with him for your contest instead. That's all he wanted was a chance to dance with you. Mixing two of his favorite things together is the ultimate dream. You already express a lot of interest in his tech. Letting him go into as much detail and as long a spiel as his heart desires, and even ask questions! The ultimate sign of interest in his scientific art!

He was just being greedy with wanting to dance with you too, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted you to himself. He wanted you to be as immersed in him as he is in you. He knew all of your favorite things and can even list them in alphabetical order! He knew your allergies and proofed the lair of every possible scenario that could come into contact with you, and even carried extra supplies in his first aid kits especially for you! He knew what makes you laugh, and which nicknames you enjoyed being called the most by him and each of his brothers (though he uses his nickname for you sparingly as he didn't want you to catch on to his knowledge of it).

But he did just overreact. It was probably for a reason that you didnt want to dance with him. Maybe this was a line you were drawing because you caught onto his feelings, and you were trying to distance yourself so you didnt have to hurt him with the rejection. He was spiraling now, thinking the worst when Leonardo popped back into the lair through a portal, laughing with a box of pizza in his hand.

"Hey, do we have that contest in the bag or what?" He smiled, looking around the lair but not finding you.

Donnie sighed as he yelled down to Leo that you already left.

"What? But we didnt even get to discuss how rad our preformance was today! Something must have come up." Leo wondered aloud with a shrug.

"Or, something must have driven them away. Sigh, why am I so bad at taking a hint?" Donnie complained.

"What are you talking about?" Leo asked, skating up to the second level to follow Donnie who was now going off towards his lab. He ate a slice of pizza from the box in his hand.

"Oh nothing. Just realizing that rejection tastes a lot worse than it sounds." Donnie mused aloud. He didn't want to go into detail to his brother, but he knew that if he didn't give an answer he'd never get any peace to sulk to himself.

"What, you were rejected? As a dance partner, or...?" Leo sounded hesitant and unsure but Donnie paid no mind.

"What does it matter? 'Tis but the same definition in my dictionary." Donnie confessed.

"Wait, are we talking about the same 'or?' Is this really happening?" Leo sounded excited, much to Donnie's disapproval. How insensitive to be excited at his brother's heartache.

Leo must have realized his brother's interpretation of his reaction and immediately added context. "Are you really finally admitting your feelings for Y/N? Is that what you're doing here? Did you confess earlier? I want the deets!" Leo sat across from Donnie excitedly. They had gone off track from going towards his lab and had ended up in the kitchen. Donnie needed rocky road to heal his rocky heart.

"Donnie confessed?!" Raph popped out from behind the refrigerator door and Mikey dropped the spoon he was using to stir ingredients together. He was cooking brustle sprouts. Leo put the box of pizza on the table and everyone grabbed a slice as they gathered around.

"No! I did not, exactly, confess anything as I have nothing to confess and you cannot prove otherwise because there is no proof!" Donnie was regretting his decision to go to the kitchen.

"Oh but you just said you being rejected as a dance partner and "or" were the same thing, so what is "or?" Leo smugly explained.

"Ugh! Does it matter? You're the dance partner, not me, and so I'm taking the hint and staying out of it! Now if you'll excuse me, I will be shutting myself inside my lab to work on FAB version 2.14 so that it's even more state of the art. If you need me, leave a message and I will get back to you at the next, convenient, never." Donnie left the kitchen without his ice cream or a goodbye, and the turtles looked around at each other.

"Wow, this dance partner thing really bothered him." Mikey said concerned.

"You know how soft his shell is. Especially for Y/N. We knew it would get to him, but I guess we didn't realize how badly it would hurt him." Raph said sadly.

"Relax you guys! It'll all work out!" Leo waved off their concerns with a smirk.

"Ok, what are you planning Leo?" Raph raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing!" Leo insisted, although him stretching out the word made it less convincing. "On an unrelated note, I need your help at the Run of The Mill Pizza Friday!"

"But that's when the contest is! We were going to root on Y/N at the contest!" Mikey complained.

"Oh, so I guess you don't want a rematch at who's the better waiter that I so obviously won last time." Leo taunted Mikey.

"Oh, you're so on!" Mikey jumped up at the challenge and Raph caught him by the shell.

"Leo, what's up your sleeve?" Raph held Mikey in the air who swung his arms and legs around.

"Only this measuring tape." Leo pulled out a measuring tape seemingly out of nowhere and started holding it up to different parts of Raph's torso. "Say, don't you think you'd look fantastic in the waiter's tuxedo uniform?"

Raph blushed, "Well I have always wanted to try it on."

"Alright! That's what I'm talking about!" Leo hugged his brothers. Now that they were distracted and agreed to working with him at the restaurant Friday, that would leave you no more options to turn to than Donnie when he "accidentally" won't be able to make it on Friday. Leo was a great dancer. Not as great as Donnie (though he'll never admit it aloud), and he had become a master at teleportation. He wasn't as bad as he had made you believe him to be. He knew your and Donnie's ego's and feelings for each other would prevent you both from dancing together, so he set this plan up as soon as you had asked him if he knew anyone who could Salsa dance. Señor Hueso was in on it too, in fact. He never would have asked Leo to work at his restaurant again unless absolutely necessary. But Leo had insisted that he needed to work there as a part of his master plan.

It was all going to work out accordingly. You may not win the prize considering the last minute changes, but you and Donnie would at least have a chance to dance together. And if nothing else were to come out of this, at least he wouldn't owe you a favor anymore for covering for him when he broke Donnie's mini Donnie statue.

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["So none of you are coming tonight?"] You asked, texting the group chat with April and the turtles.

April had started a new intern job at a new's station and couldn't get off to come and cheer you on. You wouldn't have asked her to anyway considering this was a job she had wanted for a while. But you appreciated her fist pump emojis she sent to cheer you on instead.

Raph and Mikey had apparently been needed to help Señor Hueso and Leon at the restaurant so that it would be easier for him to pop in and dance with you while they cover his absence. It made sense so you sent your thanks. Yesterday's final practice had gone somewhat ok, you thought? Maybe having Leo not portal in would make it finally go somewhat well.

Donnie had apparently been left to babysit Mayhem, which you tried to tell yourself was a good thing. You didn't need him to distract you yet again, however you couldn't help how low in your chest it felt like your heart had fallen that even he had bailed on cheering you on. You wanted him to cheer you on. You wanted him to watch you partake in a hobby that he loved so much, to feel more apart of his world and passions. Hell, what you really wanted was to dance with him. You should have sucked up your pride days ago and just asked him. With all the practicing surely you would have had time to get over your embarrassment of dancing so closely to him. You were such an idiot to let an opportunity like this slip away because of your dumb pride!

The teacher's opening speech cut off your thinking. She was announcing the scores from the reports of the essays you all had turned in that morning, as well as saying how many points you needed to win.

You had received a perfect score on your essay! However so did a few other students! It was going to be close! There were 3 judges with the old fashioned score paddles ranging from 0-10. If any of the other students got a perfect 10/10 from even one of the judges, it would be hard to beat with you and Leon's dancing!

You texted Leo nervously, ["We've got this, right?"] But your nerves only grew when he didn't text back during the first student's dance. You kept clicking your phone on and off, checking if you had gotten any missed messages. The student who went 7th had gotten scores 10, 7, and 9! You wanted to throw up at how it made your nerves worse! You texted Leo a few more times before texting Raph, and then Mikey, asking if Leo's phone had died, and that your turn was coming up in two songs. Nothing! You were in a full panick and sent to the group chat asking if anyone had heard from Leo.

["What do you mean? Is he not there yet?" -Donnie]

Ugh, you were mortified that Donnie of course would be the only one to respond.

["No! No 1 is responding! Idk how 2 reach him!"] You texted back. You hated abbreviating texts but this was an emergency and you were almost out of time as the next student's dance ended with a score of 10, 8, and 10! The next student's number was called. Your turn was after.

You kept clicking on and off your phone again but Donnie hasn't respond now either.

["Did U reach him?"] You wished for a miracle that Leo's portal would pop up in front of you. It didn't even matter if everyone saw, you were desperate. If you danced this alone, you were sure to fail! Maybe you could ask one of the other students?

The song came to an end. The teacher was about to call your number. You clicked your phone on again and felt dread spread through you at yet again seeing no response. You felt yourself crumble on the inside in disappointment. Even if you danced it alone, you didn't even feel like dancing at this point!

You didn't move when the teacher called your number. You fiddled with your fingers around the phone that was still in your hands but the screen was no longer lit. You deserved this for letting your grades slip in the first place. But to be stood up by your own friends, who you had fought battles with? It hurt. You put your phone away and started walking up to the teacher to lie and tell her that you didn't prepare a dance, or maybe even tell her that you had stage fright or something? Either way you had to tell her that you couldn't do it.

"Number 17? Where are you?" The teacher asked on the microphone looking around the dim ballroom.

You sighed. You were mortified. "Right-"

"Here!" You were pushed forward from behind into the spotlights of the dancefloor and turned to find Donatello in snazzy clothes that covered his turtle appearance as much as possible. Behind him Mayhem's tail wagging caught your eye before you looked back at him.

"Donnie, what are you doing here?" You whispered to him looking towards the teacher as she announced that youll be performing the Salsa.

"Leo couldn't make it." Donnie looked at you apologetically. He stopped himself from saying more as the intro to the song started. He held out his hand, "Would you give me the honor of being your dance partner?"

You blushed. You didn't have time to think before the dance was supposed to start so you only nodded with a smile before placing your hand in his with your other hand in the air and a hip popped in your first dance pose.

The lyrics of the song started and Donnie matched your dancing flawlessly. He had watched you and Leo practice enough to memorize the choreography that you knew and were comfortable with. But now he couldn’t help himself to let the music get to him. This opportunity to dance with you was just too good to be true, so he let the music take over and added some improvised spins into the dance.

To his surprise, you matched him flawlessly, and even were smiling and laughing like you were enjoying yourself! He couldnt believe it! He was actually dancing with you! And you were enjoying it! You spun him a few times and you both parted to Salsa in place before coming back together for more spins.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and you could feel your face on fire! Not only did he come to your rescue yet again, but you both still got to dance together! You couldn't believe it! Better than that, he was really good! Your fears were for nothing! Granted the rhythm in which he moved his hips was definitely distracting, but it felt so natural, so fun to dance with him! You'll definitely have to apologize to him after!

You were nearing the end of the song when it donned on you that you needed to score at least two 10s and a 9 to win, and the realization that you and Donnie had gotten lost in your own world while dancing suddenly made you nervous. Did this count as Salsa sancing still? Sure it's an improvisation dance but you had decided on choreography as the safest bet to insure you did it correctly, what if this was all for naught? What if you don't win and it causes Donnie to spiral and makes the situation between you worse?

Your nerves eventually won out as Donnie spins you inwards towards him. You found yourself falling backwards as you over-rotated, and dread filled you once more.

"Leg up!" Donnie's hushed voice was in your ear as his inner elbows scooped up under your arms and caught you in a dip. Your leg was already going up a bit during your fall so you took advantage of Donnie supporting your weight to kick your leg up high, making sure to point your toes so that it looks like all of this was on purpose, before he bounced you back on your feet and you spun back around to him. You finished the last quick step as he pulled you close and you both came to an abrupt stop right on time with the music.

Everyone was clapping and cheering around you as you and Donnie panted while still holding onto one another. Your face heated and you felt dizzy, whether from the spinning or from how close Donnie was to you, you were not sure. He glanced down at your lips before quickly backing off to your side and lifting one of your hands in the air. He looked at you expectantly to lead, and you smiled as you both bowed at the judges and your teacher.

He didn't let go of your hand as the judges reached for the scoring paddles, and you gave his hand a tight squeeze to ease your nerves. Your heart was pounding from the combination of the dance, the scoring, and from the intimacy of being so close to Donnie for this long.

The judges lifted their paddles. 10, 10, and 9.5! You squealed before you and Donnie hugged each other. He didn't know if you had hugged him or vice-versa, but he wasn't complaining. Although once you both realized your position you quickly separated and scurried off the dancefloor for the last few contestants to go. But Donnie noted that you hadn't let go of his hand yet.

Once you were off to a dimly lit corner of the room at the back of the crowd you were hugging Donnie again. Mayhem hopping up onto a water cooler beside you both.

"Donnie! You! I really can't believe you did this for me! You really saved me tonight, I don't know how I can thank you!"

"I could think of a few ideas." Donnie's blush went unseen in the dim light, and you were letting him go now, his hand included, much to his disappointment.

"Listen Donnie, I really owe you an apology. I... was honestly embarrassed to ask you to be my dance partner. You're such a good dancer, and I.. didn't think I could keep up." It's a half truth. You didn't think you could keep up because you assumed you'd be tripping over yourself being that close to him. Which did technically happen but he had saved your butt, both figuratively and literally.

"No! Stop no!" He waved his arms in front of him. He was so embarassed now at hearing your reasoning, he really felt like a jerk now at how he had acted. "I am the one who is in the wrong. I felt hurt at not being chosen to be your dance partner, and took it a little.. too personally if I am being honest." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I.. overreacted, and behaved rather immaturely. Can you forgive me?"

To his pleasant surprise, you smiled at him and took his hands again. "For saving my butt tonight in all definitions of the phrase? Forgiven! Not only that, but if we win this because of you, I'll-"

"We will now be announcing the final scores!" The teacher's voice cut your conversation short. You just realized that you hadn't watched the scores for the final performances! What if someone got perfect 10s? You turned to watch nervously as your teacher introduced the judges and let them each give a little speech, postponing the results a little further.

Donnie had whispered to you a few times "You'll what? If we win, you'll what??" But you hadn't heard him. You squeezed his hand in yours absent-mindedly as your nerves got progressively more disoriented. Donnie's nerves rose at how you were still holding his hand. He was still elated at that he not only got to dance with you -the view of you laughing in joy as he spun you being a sight he would relive in his head (and in his tech as he records everything) for the rest of his life- but also due to the fact that you forgave him!

He heard who he assumed to be the teacher announce third place, who recieved 5 extra bonus points to their final grade, go to someone who had apparently performed a waltz.

Your hand squeezed his nervously as second place, the winner of 10 extra bonus points went to a student who had performed ballet. That was a fair choice, ballet was hard to learn in just a week after all and oh my gosh it was so hard for Donnie to focus when your hand fit so well in his! Was he sweating? He hoped he wasn't sweating!

"First place, winning a prize of 15 extra bonus points to the semester's final grade, goes to... number 17, who performed the Salsa!"

You hadn't heard passed your number being called before you jumped up and down.

"I won! Donnie! You-! Oh migosh, you-! Ahh come here!"

Your hands clamped over the sides of his face and pulled him towards your lips.

He didn't know how to react. He didn't have time to react, as the kiss was over in an instant, and you were already rushing back to the dancefloor to claim your certificate.

He stood there dumbfounded, feeling dizzy, smiling like a dum dum. That really just happened! You kissed him! In the same night that you danced with him! He couldn't believe it!

A portal opened up beside him with Leo popping in unnoticed by the rest of the students around. "Soooo, judging by your face and Y/N up there getting an award I assume the plan worked?"

"Plan?" Donnie snapped out of it as he rounded on his brother. "So this was apart of a plan of yours?"

Leo leaned on Donnie's shoulder, "Uh, yeah! And I'd say it was a success!"

Donnie felt himself boil at the thought of being played by Leo of all of his brothers, but as you bounced up to them he quickly thought that this is maybe the only time his brother having a hand in things turned out for the best.

"Leo! Where were you?! Actually, nevermind that! Thank you for not showing up! Donnie and I won!" You hooked your arms around Leo's neck in a hug, bouncing excitedly, and Donnie felt the boiling return.

"Yes, we did win, and you were saying something about if we won you'll...?" Donatello desperately tried to direct your attention back to his festering question. If nothing else, he wanted Leo gone and to have time with you to himself to ask you about that kiss! It was a matter of urgency!

Leo smirked, "So you won! Congrats! That calls for a celebration! Luckily everyone is back in the lair with some Run of The Mill Pizza ready for you!"

"Um, yeah ok, why don't you go ahead and tell everyone the good news while I take Y/N back after the event is over?" Donnie pushed Leo further away from you and out of your arm's reach.

"The event is over, Donnie." You laughed, "We can all head back together now!" In all honesty, you were too embarrassed at what you had just done.

You had moved without thinking earlier. You had been too engrossed in the moment and kissed Donnie without thinking about his feelings! He probably didnt like you that way! You were so thankful at seeing Leo there after recieving your reward so you didnt have to talk to Donnie about what you had just done. You weren't ready! You didn't want to tell him your feelings now! And apologizing would probably make it sound awful: "Hey, sorry I kissed you, that was an accident!" What if it hurt his pride, or he took it the wrong way? You didn't even know if he had liked it or not because you ran off before seeing his reaction. You wanted nothing more than to escape to the lair with everyone else and go back to how things were. You can tell him how you feel another time when you're ready!

"No, it isn't-" Donnie had tried to lie that the event was not over yet, but the students leaving the venue was hard to deny. Leon laughed as he opened a portal and pushed you inside it.

"See you and Mayhem there when you're ready to join us, Donnie." Leo winked at him to tease his brother before stepping through the portal after you.

Donnie didnt waste a second before opening his arms for Mayhem to teleport him to the lair after you both.

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You were excitedly telling everyone about the contest, exaggerating how Donnie showed up at the last minute before the music started. You stepped around the room trying to mimic some of the dance steps from earlier as you excitedly told them more about the dance and at how Donnie was a natural, and his improvised steps were amazing.

He had to admit, dancing with you? Amazing! You singing his praises to his siblings about dancing with you? Even better! He was so smug right now that Leo's one liner's weren't phasing him one bit. You were so animated while reliving the dance, it was like you were talking about your favorite TV show, and he was so in love with this animated and excited side of you. He could watch you all night.

"And then suddenly, I found myself living out my biggest fear! I had tripped and was falling to my doom!" You were so dramatic, it was adorable. He got up without anyone noticing.

"Oh no!" Raph gasped, his voice an octave higher than normal.

"Did you fall in the middle of the dance?" Mikey asked, fearfully.

You smirked, "No, Mikey, no I didn't!"

Mikey gasped.

"But how did you not fall?" Raph questioned. They were eating this up.

"I swooped in with the magic of rhythm!" Donnie slid into the scene behind you, and you took the cue to fall back as you had during your dance.

"'Leg up!' He had told me! He knew exactly how to save the day!" You posed with Donnie holding you from behind with your leg in the air like you had done before, but now you both held it as you rambled. Everyone applauded.

"And like a natural, you pulled it off perfectly!" Donnie added proudly, now bouncing you back up to your feet. You blushed at him for a moment before turning back around to finish the story to the others, leaving out the hand-holding and kiss, and proudly showing your certificate.

"Congratulations! We all know how hard you worked this week for this win! You deserve it!" April said to you from her spot on the couch. "I wish I had been there to cheer you on, but Leo made me promise to turn my phone off and let Donnie handle it."

"Dahh! April! Ix-nay on the an-play!" Leo whispered loudly across to April, his hands making an "x."

"I'm sorry, he did what?" You turned towards Leo even though your question was for April.

"Hahaha! I uh-" Leo chuckled nervously as Mikey chimed in.

"He had us turn off our phones too! And made sure we were busy far away from you in case you needed a back up partner!"

You started stalking towards Leonardo who was awkwardly getting up from the couch to sneak away.

"I knew the moment he wasn't responding to his phone that something was amiss. Getting me to agree to look after Mayhem made sense when you had texted the group chat that he was a no-show. It had only taken me a minute to get dressed and teleport to the venue, and to archive how good I looked in a quick few selfies which was why I was almost late." Donnie explained, keeping the last bit to himself.

"Leo." You started, "Surely you didn't stand me up, leaving me to have a full blown panic attack and almost quit the contest entirely, did you? You wouldn't do that to a friend, right?" Your smile could freeze hell.

"I just remembered that I have something to do, uh, anywhere but here!" Leon opened a portal, and as he stepped through you turned to the rest of the family in the lair.

"And surely all of you didn't go along with this plan knowingly? Right? You wouldn't ditch your friend in need?"

There was a pregnant pause before everyone besides you and Donnie were scrambling for the portal, with Raph shouting something about a mission they forgot about and to not wait up.

You sighed as the portal closed. "I'm happy with the outcome, but I have mixed feelings about being played like this."

Donnie walked up to you. "Yes, I concur that the event did end with the most preferable of outcomes." He said this simply, but with the awkward habit he had of scratching his head when embarrassed you flushed at the possibility that he might be bringing up the kiss. Surely not!

You both looked at each other with a blush. No way, he can't seriously mean... he has to be talking about dancing with you! That's all!

"Yeah! Dancing with you was the best thing to happen! Your help winning the contest was just icing on the cake!" You smiled at him. This was honest. Winning of course was the goal, but the best part of tonight was getting to dance with Donnie and apologizing to him.

"That reminds me. You said that if you won thanks to my help you'd do something. What, uh, might that be that you were about to say earlier?" Donnie finally got a chance to bring it up again!

You blushed again and suddenly couldn't look him in the eye. "Um, well." Could you tell him that the kiss was what you were going to do? Would he take that as a thank you? Would it seem too conceited to think he would accept it? Is it too conceited to hope he'd liked it? You can't run anymore. (Literally, April took Mayhem with her!) So the best thing you can do is ask.

"What, uh, what would you like?"

At this Donnie covered his blush by putting his hand over his face as if thinking hard. He knew what he wanted! But would it be awkward to ask for another kiss? You had kissed him earlier so maybe there was a chance that you wanted to kiss him before a rush of dopamine from winning had taken over? No, but he can't hypothesize with only one data point! This seemed like a now or never moment, yet there were too many uncertainties! Too many questions!

That's it! He knew what to ask for.

"I want you to answer me honestly." He said looking you seriously in the eyes. You swallowed. You knew what he was going to ask before he asked, and you had wished he wouldn't.

"Why did you kiss me earlier?" Donnie asked carefully. He didnt want to seem too eager, but also didnt want to sound uninterested. He was trying to play it cool. Suave. Nonchalant. Luckily all of the sweat was pouring down the back of his neck and shell so you couldn't see it.

You hesitated, then eventually sighed, looking anywhere but his eyes. "Well I, I mean the obvious answer is that I kissed you because I was excited about the win, and since the win had had been because of you..."

"But..?" Donnie pushed. Saying that its the 'obvious answer' didn't mean that it was the only answer.

"But," you continued, finally looking back to him shyly, "I kissed you because... I wanted to kiss you. I really wanted to kiss you. I've wanted to for a while now and, tonight was just an excuse to do it." You carefully watched him as he raised a hand to his head.

"I.. Um, I mean. Wow, I'm short-circuiting." Donnie had a strange half-smile on his face. He was surely going to wake up from this dream any minute now! Tonight was beyond belief! He got to dance with you, got kissed by you, and now you're telling him that you've wanted to kiss him for a while?! That means you have feelings for him, right? That has to mean you do, obviously! Those two factors correlate! He found himself giggling a little to himself at how happy he was.

You on the other hand were so embarrassed that he had managed to squeeze a confession out of you tonight after all! You didnt want to do this! You were certain that reaction of his was positive, but this was all too embarrassing and you wanted nothing more than to escape.

"Ok, I answered your question! Thanks again for your help tonight! If you need me, I'll-"

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere!" Donnie grabbed ahold of your hand as you tried to slip away. You squealed as he spun you into him, and found yourself unable to hold back giggles as he dipped you low.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." He smirked down at you before leaning down and capturing your lips with his.

[casualwriters]

"Best friends" | Richie Valdovinos x reader

summary - After the Accident at the Halloween party you find Richie upset at the beach and you comfort him not figuring out he used to have a crush on you growing up as next-store neighbors.

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SPOILERS FOR RISE OF PINK LADIES EPISOSE 5

Falling on the ground as the emergency alarm howls in the light, next to you was Hazel and Wally, "Are you okay!" You dropped your arms from covering Hazel, she nodded towards you and Wally. "You okay Y/n," Wally asked you nodding then looking out the window to see fireworks, "fireworks?" You said to the two of them who were watching them with you

"I have to go," you say to the other two trying to find your friends, as you bolted out of the party, everyone was leaving thinking this was the real war coming but it was some stupid prank. Stepping outside you saw Jane and Richie, arguing "What is going on" you whisper running into Richie who already turned around on Jane. His face was sad and disappointed maybe because of Jane, you and Richie grew up together childhood best friend Olivia and him, but all three of you grew out of touch when you hit high school,

the cliches and being a Square or a Greeser you guys grew apart and you regretted that seeing Richie looking at you a smile came across your face "i have a place that cheer you up" saying to him Richie Scoffed "Doll i don't think the Frosty Palace, will cheer me up" he scoffs. Punching his shoulder you glared at him snagging Gill Keys from the tire "not there" you laughed twirling the keys around your index fingers "i show you". The car ride was quiet for the time of driving to the beach not far from you and Richie neighborhood it was a peaceful drive the radio was playing some Blues music that was popular for the time parking the car on the beach you looked at him he was smiling

"Wow doll dame i haven't been here in forever." Chuckling "since all of us were twelve" Both of you remembered the memories " oh man don't forget when i dump both you in the water! " Folding your arms annoyed " Richie Valdovinos! I had water in my ears for a week! " He shrugs " good you couldn't hear Oliva blabbing away" laughing " oh be nice,

"what happened tonight Rich " you asked him. Richie always appreciates you cutting to the chase and being straight up with him, it was one of the things he missed about you.

"Jane only cares about this fucking Election, i am like a dog she calls whenever i am relevant" Listening to him you Knew Jane She was such a sweet girl but throughout the weeks and dealing, with the election she wasn't the same girl!" he kicked the front of the car "and I saw her and Buddy, all cuddling She made a fool out of me Y/n!"

"Rich hey ever she did you don't know her side of it, you can't just jump the gun" Richie knew you were right, you were always right mending fights with him and Olivia, or separating conflict or fights. "I know, I know he looked over to see your hands covering your costume like you were cold he frowned and said.

"Here" he shakes off his T-Bird Jacket and drapes it over your shoulder. "but" he scoffs " No Buts or If's" he says "why did you give this to me wouldn't you rather, give it to Jane." he chuckled "I tried you were my second choice" he grins grabbing his Comb and brushing the strands of hair out of his face. "What do you mean by that?" you said your cheeks were flushing red right now. Richie looked over "it so stupid how clueless you were when we were younger "

"I had a crush on you a y/n" he chuckled putting the comb back in its rightful place. You stayed quiet listening to him talking it wasn't just one sided you thought to yourself.

"but I knew you were too good for me, sweet and caring that's why we stopped talking well, till tonight, what made me happy was even. When we were in a different, clicks or friend group you saw me upset and still wanted to check up on me, doll ." "it what I do" you smile at him "it wasn't one sided" you said to him, causing him to laugh nervously "oh all right" he saw you yawning has he chuckled " want me to drive, you home Princessa" nodding " yes please".

The drive back was laughing and talking just trying to catch up and make Richie's night better, he pulled into your driveway and smiled "See you later alright" You opened the door and got out

"only if you're lucky,"

you say to him he started the car up and drove away hoping, this could happen again.

[anrieee]

⇝ profile - emos 🖤⛓🥀 + childe

✥ scaramouche - sophomore, majors in chemical engineering bcs apparently “it’s easy and it’s going to earn me a lot of money” bcs he’s only really in it for the money. wanted to also major in child care services management. he’s so frustratingly smart, you’re jealous of him (you’ll never admit that even when you die). you’ve decided to call him a flat-earther bcs he’d always argue with u about space during high school; whenever u decided to make small talk with him by talking about astronomy, it’d always turn into a debate.

✥ childe - sophomore, majors in sociology, met scara in high school. a lot of people has a crush on him. is not fazed by scara’s rude behaviour. talks to scara when he thinks he’s being too harsh to other ppl. kinda puts scara in check when he thinks he’s going too far. he knows a lot of ppl and has been to a lot of parties. overall, has a laid back but also playful personality.

✥ xiao - junior, majors in political science, scara considers him an ally. both of them know exactly how each other feels, since both of them are not fond of crowds. scara sometimes asks xiao for advice. sometimes scara vents to xiao; xiao doesn’t mind but he’s no good at comforting ppl so sometimes he asks aether for guidance. xiao texts scara things like “there’s too many people here, i wanna go home,” “i don’t wanna be here,” and “why am i here.”

✥ aether - sophomore, majors in psychology, older than lumine by a minute. he always pulls the “i’m older than u” card whenever he and his sister have an argument. aroace, but he says the foulest things at times that sometimes you forget he’s ace. he’s the right amount of chaotic and collected. treats you like a sister. he’s considered an emo bcs his favourite group in project sekai is nightcord 25:00 and his favourite character is rui and mizuki.

✥ kazuha - sophomore, english literature major, also the right amount of chaotic and collected. he’s chaotic in his own way, so whenever he’s goofing around only those who actually know him will tell the difference. he’s a sap and a hopeless romantic. sometimes he acts so hyper that a lot of people think he’s high, maybe he is maybe he’s not. sometimes has good love advice, not that his friends has asked for it.

✥venti - senior, double majoring in communications and english lit, a procrastinator. he’s earned the title of being an emo, bcs this friend group of his is full of emos. he’s fighting for his life defending his honour of not being an emo. you know how i said he kinda adopts the freshmans/sophomores he takes a liking to? he somehow adopted most of the ‘emos’, childe got pulled along bcs of scara. it seems he has a talent of unconsciously taking a liking to people who are kinda just like him.

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Synopsis: In which you major in astronomy and scaramouche is the biggest astronomy hater (in your eyes). What happens when someone confesses their feelings for you, and you not knowing how to handle affections, suddenly blurt out that you are already taken. By who? Well, scaramouche of course.

[booklin]

KBTBB High School Headcanons!

Eisuke - I’d say Eisuke probably had straight A’s without trying. He was every girl's crush at school. All of the teachers loved him, giving their best reviews on report cards. Though, didn't have many friends, despite talking to a school day’s worth of people. The people he did call friends were just those he believed would benefit him in the future. You know the anime, “Haven’t you heard? I’m Sakamoto” basically, he’s a kid who’s perfect. Always ten steps ahead, girls love him, guys respect him, teachers admire his grades, that type of thing. That’s Eisuke. He avoids conflict and is always a step ahead. Pop quiz? He knew about it a week before.

Soryu - When you first see him you think he’s a bully, which is attractive in a way. Turns out he’s just a quiet kid, though there’s definitely an abnormal strength about him. The person everyone fights to get on their team during gym class. Decent grades, probably would get a B in math if it weren’t for the teacher being scared of him. I can imagine him holding a lot of pain in, especially with his home life. Unapproachable, to say the least. Only has one or two friends at most but keeps everyone at arm's length. He’s, surprisingly, not the fighting type however I can see him getting into one fight if he saw a girl being bullied.

Shuichi - Him and Eisuke are constantly battling for top marks. Everytime one gets an A- the other mocks them for the entire week. Unlike Eisuke, Shuichi actually studies. Some could argue he doesn’t need too, but still does. His desk is always clean, and his notes are perfect. The teachers always entrust responsibilities to him. They even joke about having him as the principal when he’s older. Probably the type of kid that puts a lot of pressure on himself. That, and he just grew up having high expectations set on him. Doesn’t date. At all. He denies every girl that tries. Has been labeled as an “impossible catch”. Believes studies comes first and would break his concentration.

Ota - Ota is the popular kid. Everyone’s friends with him. He’s always hanging out with someone. One day it’s the drama club, the next it’s the art club. Did I mention the art teacher loves him? He doesn’t do the best academically, but his art teacher is so impressed, she offers to write a college recommendation letter. Again, everyone loves him. He’s the type of person a fight would break out over in the cafeteria, because everyone wants him at their table. Between him and Eisuke, the girls can’t decide who they want to date first.

Baba - Baba is the playboy all the girls warn each other about. At last, between his dashing smile and adoring personality, almost every girl has fallen for him once. People probably think he rides a motorcycle. He doesn’t, still, he gives off friends to lovers vibes. Despite his efforts, he always gets dumped due to his flirtatious nature. If anyone were to get pregnant during high school, the chances of him being the dad are 9/10. Quite responsible though. Takes accountability and helps his girlfriend through it. Supports her decision and promises to marry her, if that’s what she wants.

Mamoru - Mamoru is the kid who barely anyone knows. He sits next to you yet, if someone asked, you’d deny that he was in your class. He’s either not in class or sleeping/barely paying attention. They call him “Big Bromoru” because he acts like everyone’s big brother. “Shouldn’t you be doin your homework instead of talkin in the halls, eh?” Literally to random people in the hallway. Though, for some reason, it makes him admirable. No one dares say anything rude back, knowing they’d have the whole school as a target. He’s respected by all the kids there, even if he isn’t very noticeable.

[shadowbriar]

Bill Weasley - Untitled

Pairing : (F/M) || Bill Weasley x Professor!Reader Word Count : 2.3k Warning : None I think. Synopsis : Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter - Paris. A quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape as she spends more time with the oldest Weasley sibling.   Notes : Long overdue, but I hope this is good enough to make up for the long wait. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Easy. That word would do justice for the relationship she's having with her lover. He was dead head over heels for her. Whipped beyond saving, she knew he would jump off a cliff had she asked him to. He was everything a girl could ever ask for. Someone who would willingly devote their life for their lover, worshipping her as if she was the goddess that has blessed his Earth.

Yet even for all the risks he's willing to take, she still feels like it wasn't enough.

She wanted to feel the thrill of fighting for something. She missed the nervous jolt of anxiety whenever an argument's about to erupt. She missed the fright of being left alone in the relationship. She missed the torture of bending over backward to keep them in her grasp. She missed it all.

With him everything came with ease, almost as if she didn’t even need to ask for it. Everything she could ever hoped for would be handed to her in a silver platter, complete with its rose petals and golden goblet. She knew that she was being ungrateful to admit that the gesture was turning dull for her and she knew he wouldn’t let her go, even if she was to be cruel and told him the cold truth, therefore she seeks for an instant getaway instead.

“You know,” Bill begins, making her look up from the book she holds in her hands “I could get used to this life. I don’t mind having croissants for breakfast with you, sipping the most bitter coffee in my life and guilt tripping myself into thinking that it isn’t that bad cause I can see the Eiffel Tower from my bedroom everyday.”

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t get too attached to it.”

“Why not?” He smiles, leaning closer as he rests his elbow to the table “Do you not find my companion to be entertaining?”

“We’re here for a mission, Bill.” She says as she closes her book, putting it away as she reckons she won’t be continuing her reading this morning “Dumbledore sent us here for a reason.”

He shrugs, “Does not mean we can’t grow fond of the life we’re living right now.”

Oh but that’s the source to all her problems now, isn’t it? She’s grown too fond of this new life. Parisian nights, Parisian high, Parisian breeze, feeding her like medicine. Perhaps had Dumbledore paired her with someone else, she wouldn’t have been this blinded by Parisian lights. She might be able to see its flaws then, how the Eiffel Tower is not as pretty as the pictures or how the food isn’t much better than her Mother’s cooking.

William ‘Bill’ Arthur Weasley, the prefect every girl in her year would swoon about. He was that one senior every girl is holding a crush on. With a brilliant mind, bravery as bold as his fiery hair, and manner as kind and gentle as morning breeze, Bill was the very definition of perfection. Though he wasn’t the guy she had her eyes trained on during their school year, she still would admit that he did catch her eyes once or twice in the corridors.

And now to have spent weeks alone with him, she knew that she shouldn’t have looked past him.

“How much longer do you reckon we have to do this?” She asks, putting out her poker face so he wouldn’t be able to decipher her true nature.

“Dunno,” He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee “Can’t say I miss the life behind Gringotts walls.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Well, life as a banker isn’t really the most thrilling there is now, is it?” Bill argues, his award winning smile decorating his face “Why would I go back to seeing ugly goblins when I could just see you?”

And there it is, his flirtatious banter that would always heat her cheeks. She’s convinced that he’s only doing such a gesture to harvest her bashful response. In the beginning she would return his words, batting her eyelashes and making him beam in a bright smile, yet lately it’s been harder for her to maintain her breath whenever he’s around. Her quick gateway has somehow turned into a labyrinth of conflicted feelings with no escape.

Was it wrong for her to have fallen in love with another when she’s got someone wrapped around her fingers back in London? Sure. But who in their right mind could ever deny him? Who could ever have the power to not fall into his magnetism? Who could ever not yield to the charms Bill Weasley has?

“They’re here.” He says, the merriment on his face gone in an instant.

She glances over her shoulder, noticing Bellatrix Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback walking away, “They’re really recruiting the werewolves, aren’t they?”

Bill hums, his brows furrow.

Jaws clenched.

Veins on his neck are visible.

Merlin.

“Come on.” He says as he stands from his seat, leaving the amount of money they owe for their breakfast on the table.

“What?” She asks with a raised brow “Where are we going?”

“Following them, of course.”

“Are you mad?” She exclaims “We are not following them, William.” 

Bill grins, taking her wrist as he stands from his seat, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll protect you.”

—-

Her ears were ringing, heart pounding as beads of sweat layers her skin. Her cheeks were flushed red from all the running and adrenaline pumped in her veins. Perhaps barging into the Death Eaters’ lair wasn’t the brightest idea Bill has ever come up with in his entire life, yet in his defence, who would’ve known that they have quite the amount of followers here in Paris?

Now their bodies were pressed in the narrow alleyway, trying to hide themselves from the angry mob. The piece of information they’ve gathered would surely be useful for Dumbledore and everyone else back at home, but it would also mean that their heads are now the most desired item by the Death Eaters.

So much for the thrilling life Bill’s constantly talking about.

“I think we’ve lost them.” He whispered quietly, his hot breath hitting her face as he turned to see the alleyway “I don’t hear anything anymore, do you?”

She shakes her head.

Bill was still alert. The veins on his arm were visible, as he protectively pinned her to the wall. Now that the fog slowly descended, she could feel her heart hammering as if it was bursting through her ribcage. He was close. Too close for her liking. She could only hope that he wouldn’t hear nor feel the loud beating of her heart.

Now looking back to her, she could see the realisation of their close proximity in his eyes, how his pupil dilates for a second before they turn soft. His shoulders no longer tense, but the veins on his neck were still visible. His adam’s apple bobbled as he took a gulp, seemingly in a frenzied state himself. She buries the idea that he could have the same reasoning as the one she’s having right now. Surely the disordered gesture he’s showing only stems from all the running and fright of almost being killed mere minutes ago.

But Bill didn’t move. Instead, he moves his hands closer, pinning her tighter that she has no space left to go. It wasn’t like she was planning to flee anyway, but the closer he is, the harder it is for her to hold onto what is right and what is wrong. With him, everything feels right and wrong at the same time.

“Bill-”

With no warning, Bill leans closer and seals their lips. It was a mix of everything, washing over her like a tidal wave. There was passion, desire, thirst, and hint of apology in the way he kissed her. She knew that he wanted to pull her close, to eliminate whatever space left between them but his hands didn’t move. It was as if they were glued to the walls, perhaps becoming his only anchor to not go any further than what he’s doing right now.

And because of that too, she didn’t pull him closer. Nor did she kiss him back.

“I- I’m sorry.” He said as he pulled away.

She could see the disappointment and anger polluting his eyes before he took a few steps away, back now facing her as he ran his hands through his hair. She was stunned, unable to give him the comfort she knew she should give, but her feet felt heavy to move. Guilt began to seep into her as she knew that the one thing she loved most in her life is something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

“I wasn’t thinking.” Bill continues, now turning to see her “It was just the rush from all the running, I’m really sorry.”

Of course, the rush from all the running.

“Right,” She nods, looking down to her shoes now “Of course, I understand.”

“Brilliant,” He exclaims with a forced smile “Can we agree that the last 10 minutes never happened then?”

She wanted to say no, she wanted to pull him back, return the kiss the first time it happened but she knew that she couldn’t. Not when she was still attached to someone else. It would be unfair to her lover and for him and she would rather die than to put Bill to such a miserable position.

And so she nods, holding onto the pieces of her breaking heart beneath her phoney smile, “Of course.”

—-

The whole journey back to London was spent in complete silence. Neither dared to steal glances at each other. It pains her to know that the only thing that could set her soul ablaze would be something she needs to hide from others, a sin that would take a lifetime to be atoned for. She knew that she’s lost the spark with her lover long before she met Bill, but what good would ending the relationship now when they’re about to get back to their lives? The lives where their paths would never cross. Him behind the Gringotts wall and her back to teaching at Hogwarts.

“So I guess this is where we part ways.” Bill says as they stop in front of Dumbledore’s entrance stairs, having just finished reporting their mission to the Headmaster.

“I suppose so.”

“Well, it’s been quite a thrilling experience,” He sighs, his smile waters just a degree as he holds his hand out for a shake “Partner.”

She takes his hand, shaking it gently with her eyes glued on the contact. A thousand questions run across her mind. Would it be different now if she kissed him back then? Would it be different now if she pulled him back? Would it be different now if she would just say something?

“I’ll find it hard adjusting back to my old dull life.” Bill tried to joke but the sadness seeped out of his eyes “A life without you.”

“Bill, don’t.”

He flashed a sad smile, “Why?”

She looks away, fearing that her fortress would completely crumble if she were to lock gaze with him for another second.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” He says, his tone gentle and careful “You see me the same way I see you, so tell me, what are you so afraid of?”

“It’s not that simple, Bill.” She exclaims “I just- We can’t, alright?”

“Why? You don’t love that git anymore, perhaps you never did. You hardly even sent him an owl, never excited to read his letters, and you never for once talk about him if not for me to ask. So what exactly is holding you from me?”

She bites her lip, wanting to run away and hide under her bedsheets, but the tender grip he has on her hand is so alluring that it drowns her completely.

“Please,” Bill begs “All I ask is one chance.”

“What if it was just a short lived infatuation, Bill? What if it was just something that brews in the heat of the moment? A product of nothing but rush and thrill?” She asks with a voice barely above a whisper “What if it was nothing close to what you think it is?”

He smiles bitterly, a shuddering breath escapes his lips, “Then I’ll burn down with it to ash.”

“No, no I can’t have that.” She shakes her head, finally taking her hand away and taking a few steps away from him ���I think it would be best for you to leave now, Bill.”

She was facing away from him but she could feel his shoulder fall, the desperation and disappointment was felt both ways. She knows exactly what he’s feeling right now but this is for the best. Even if she wouldn’t end up with her lover, letting Bill go would be the only kindness she could grace to the both of them now. Perhaps the future could be kinder and would give them a second chance.

Beads of tears begin to decorate her lashes, vision getting blurry as she fights for her tears to not fall. Her fight proved to be fruitless as they flowed down her cheek the moment Bill kissed the crown of her head from behind, being ever so kind as to not look at her crying face. He gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze. A last tender touch he gives before his steps echoes through the corridor and eventually disappears altogether.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you some bi Lizzie x trans Landon headcanons?

● Lizzie and Josie came out to each other at the same time when they were 13

● "Lizzie I need to tell you something… I'm pansexual"

● "really? Jo I was just about to tell you I'm bi"

● Landon started identifying as male when he was 7

● Rafael was the first person from any of his foster homes who supported him

● any time their foster parents or any of the kids at school misgendered him Rafael corrected them (and got into a few fights over it)

● but when they came to Salvatore school everyone embraced Landon's identity and he was shocked

● Lizzie who immediately started crushing on him "why would we care that you're trans? We are literally at a school for the supernatural"

● it took months for people to figure out Lizzie and Landon were dating because they are always bickering

● people are like do they even really like each other? When that's just their love language

● Lizzie always scolds Landon for wearing his binder too long

● "Landon you can't keep sleeping in your binder!"

● "I'm sorry! I was playing dnd with the guys last night and was so tired I forgot to take it off!"

● and Landon hates doing his T shots cause he's not a fan of needles

● so Lizzie learns how to do it for him

● Lizzie is very casually a huge nerd

● Landon and Wade will be deep into discussion about something nerdy when Lizzie chimes in with her own opinion on the subject

● Wade is looking at her so confused cause why does Lizzie know anything about this?

● And Landon is smiling proudly like that's my girl

● Landon coming back to his room after class to find Lizzie in his bed reading his comics

● MG accuses Landon of borrowing his comics and not returning them when really it was Lizzie who just didn't bother to tell them she was taking them

● still so much arguing

● and Lizzie calling Landon "endearing" nicknames like bird boy

● Jed and Kaleb were chilling in the lounge when Landon and Lizzie were walking by very loudly arguing about who the best batman was

● ten minutes later they went to the kitchen to get some snacks and found Landon and Lizzie making out

● Kaleb "they have the weirdest relationship"

● Jed "how do we get them to move so I can get to the chips?"

● Hope "don't bother, I had to magically move them so I could open the fridge"

● Lizzie making fun of Landon for being shorter than her

● "you're only an inch taller than me!"

● "and yet I can reach the top shelf and you can't"

● if Connor, Dana or any other kid from Mystic Falls high try to bully Landon best believe Lizzie torments them

● "only I'm allowed to pick on him you assholes!"

● she didn't even need to use her magic to slash the tires on Connors car

● Lizzie had Rafael help her build a cool organization drawer to store all of Landon's dnd dice

● and when she gives it to him all the dice are organized by color and Landon loves it

● when Mystic Falls pride comes around most of the school goes out to celebrate

● Lizzie wears a shirt that says "I love my trans boyfriend"

● and Landon has a matching shirt that says "I love my bisexual girlfriend"

[queentheweeb]

Shoto Todoroki X Autistic Female Reader

You didn't go to U.A high school like your boyfriend Shoto did with his friends but, you did go to Shiketsu Academy. You didn't understand why Inasa hated Shoto so much in the beginning so you asked him. You didn't see anything wrong with your boyfriend so you wanted to understand. 

"Inasa why do you hate Shoto so much? Did he do something to you?" He looked at you for a moment as if put off that you used his first name. It was easier and less confusing to call people by their first names. Last names always had extra letters and some of them you didn't even pronounce. You didn't understand the point of having letters that were not meant to be pronounced. 

"His dad was very mean to me and said I wasn't worth his time when I asked for an autograph. Then with Shoto himself saying the same thing, it bothered me. He tried every which way to sabotage my quirk that's why we didn't get our provisional license the first time." You nodded your head in understanding. You understood why he didn't like his father Enji. You didn't like him either he was very mean to you and he called you 'retarded' which is the r slur that earned him ice to the head from Shoto but, it still hurt your feelings. You were always called that and stupid and played tricks on. You never understood why people were so mean. You couldn't help the way you are, you didn't ask to be born with Autism. It was hard. 

"I understand and I don't like his father Enji either. He's very mean and he treats Shoto like an object instead of a person." Hopefully, you didn't say too much. People told you that you talked too much but, you were just answering questions fully. You didn't know that you were saying too much by doing that. You were learning. 

"...Now that you mention it, he does hate his fireside but, that's his dad's fault. He's a great guy actually now that we both gave each other a chance." You smiled agreeing with him and the two of you talked about Shoto a little more until Camie came. You did not like her too much but, you didn't want to fight or argue so you went quiet. Her perfume gave you a headache and the sound of her leather clothes made your teeth and jaw ache. You handled it though. If you couldn't you would normally play some anime background music to soothe you.

"Hey, Inasa, what are you, like,  talking about?" You ignored the way she didn't talk to you. You didn't care and it seemed Inasa didn't take notice of her not talking to you either. Good. 

"I was talking to Y/N about Shoto before-" All she heard was Shoto and she went on a whole tangent about him. That is why you do not like her. She had a crush on Shoto and she didn't care that you were dating him. She thinks she is a better choice for him. You hated this but, you also hated confrontation so you would just let her talk. Today though, you were feeling a bit braver so you decided to say something before the bravery died down. 

"He is so amazing, his abs are like, so, perfect. I need his number, like, can you give it to me-" You stood up clearing your throat to get her attention. She turned to you with a smile as if she just saw you there. She knew you were there the whole time she was just trying to be cute and pretend. 

"I think you keep forgetting that Shoto is not interested in dating you. He is dating me." Your heart was pounding hard enough to hear it in your ears but, you didn't back down. How can you be a hero if you cannot even stand up for yourself and your relationship?

"I still don't understand why he would date you. He can do so much better. Not someone who holds him back." You frowned at her not wanting to show that she hurt your feelings. You had a good quirk, you can control any form of water while she can create illusions with her breath. Water can do more harm than an individual hallucination. 

"I do not hold him back. I can bend water. That's better than creating hallucinations." You were amazed at the way you did not stutter. You felt adrenaline and excitement course through you. This was the first time you stood up for yourself and you haven't messed up or cried. She snarled at you and turned on her heel. 

"I'll talk to you when the retard isn't here." That was too much. You felt angry tears prick at your eyes but, you didn't want them to fall. That would make her happy and you did not want to do that. Inasa looked shocked and was about to say something when a trail of ice made a beeline for Camie. She only had enough time to turn before she was encompassed from the waist down. 

"What the, Shoto! You're looking, good baby." She seemed to not notice the hateful aurora coming from him in waves. He stood directly behind you with an arm around your waist holding you close. You would have been embarrassed about PDA if you weren't focused on trying not to cry.

"Apologize to Y/N." That was the coldest his voice had ever been. Everyone froze even Camie who looked surprised she was getting this treatment. 

"Why? I didn't do anything wrong." She was playing dumb and it made Shoto even madder. 

"You know damn well you did. You made her CRY!" Camie yelped at the drop in temperature "I don't WANT you. I never wanted a stupid blonde bitch. You are an embarrassment. You call yourself a hero, there is nothing heroic about you at all. She is the best thing to ever happen to me and no one especially an entitled bimbo like you will make me change my mind." He left you and stalked up to Camie who was crying now and a bit scared. As she should be. "Don't you ever go near her again. This is your first and last warning." He melted the ice letting her drop to the floor. "Get out of my sight." He walked away not sparing a glance at Inasa who went to help Camie but, she pushed him away and ran away crying. You were able to focus on Shoto who grabbed you in a hug and pulled your face into his neck. 

"Thank you, Shoto." You took a deep breath noticing he wore the ocean cologne you like. 

"Let me take you home, your mom won't mind me staying, right?" You shook your head no and that was all he needed as he held your hand and walked with you closely to his side.

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What are your guy's thoughts?

[idealistings]

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 , 𝙞𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 ?

ALUNE LULU KIM has registered to be a guest speaker at new horizon's high ! we ask you to take this opportunity to ask this alumni about her pursuit of higher education , and rumour has it ... she even brought some free swag from the university of chicago !

death , car accidents , cancer , neglect tw !

basics:

name: alune kim nicknames: only responds to lulu age: 27 , 04/20/1997 pronouns: she/they sexuality: pansexual physicalities: at 5'0" with a slightly athletic build , lulu seems to not have grown much since high school . her hair flips between being brunette and blonde , and while her instagram has both , she's currently a brunette , with her hair looking healthy despite how many times it's been dyed . she has scars from the car accident as a teenager on her body , completely healed , but jagged edges and raised lines on her legs where they had been near crushed in the accident . face claim: lee ji eun personality : bright , intelligent lulu , falls victim to a bit of social awkwardness and validation from others --- always trying to make sure everyone is happy , even at her own expense . with a penchant for adrenaline rush , lulu found herself doing dares that often teetered the line of dangerous --- if only to herself . a bit childish and needy , lulu is a bit dense when it comes to other's emotions to her , and groups : science club ( president ) , track ( 100 & 200 m )

why is lulu back ?

lulu's been in therapy since what she's dubbed the 'chris incident' , and while she likes to think she's grown up since then , she still wants to believe that the people she loved and grew up with are innocent , and good people --- that no one could have done anything wrong . sure , they were hooligans , but they were all kids ! who wasn't a troublemaker at that age? she knows that if something happened , that it had to have been a mistake . a part of her returns to regain some kind of closure , some kind of insight as to what happened , because she knew her classmates , her friends . they were sometimes mean , sometimes jerks , but not … not that mean . not KILLERS . she wants to talk to the people in her class , try and see if they're willing to be a little more open than they were ten years ago , to see if maybe they can come to a conclusion --- maybe they can be friends again . & it's always been in her nature to try and give back to the people that helped her --- she couldn't have fell in love with astronomy and physics without her beloved science club , and she wouldn't have started pursuing her astrophysics pHD if it weren't for that silly little club and a lost boy who probably didn't even remember her name the last time they interacted .

background: death , neglect , cancer , car accident tw

alune was adopted by her parents at a young age ( from what she remembers her mother telling her , her college roommate had a kid she didn't want --- ) ; a wealthy couple that was struggling to have their own children , and despite this all , she found herself growing up in a very lonely , very empty house . her mother paid her very little mind and her father was out on business almost constantly , leaving her to her own devices quite often . they did love her , in their own way , she'll insist , and speak of the times where her parents took her to the carnival and different fairs that were held --- but she won't remember all the arguing and fighting they did while she was on the ride . her mother passed away in her freshman year of high school , and her father barely paid attention to her after that --- and so all the things she did in school was to try and get some kind of validation from him , to prove that she's not just some deadweight daughter . perfect gpa , perfect scores , perfect school --- but he barely blinked at her . at school , lulu was kind of a drifter . a wallflower , maybe girl next door type . kind to everyone , if not a bit naive and sensitive . she's often the girl people would go to if they needed help in class , or needed to copy down homework before class that day --- and she'd happily accept , if only after teasing them beforehand . she ran the science club , where she had most of her older friends that graduated and left the club to her --- and track . she didn't really have a solid friend group though , often described as a social blender --- good wherever you stick her , but not actual group of friends to call home . lulu , in her own spur of rebellion , often found herself going towns or cities over , enamored with the street racing scene --- admittedly , an upperclassmen from science club had introduced her to it in high school , and it became a heavy source of found family for her . with little to no attention at home , and not a solid friend group at school , the kids from other schools welcomed her ( and her family's money … ) , where she got dangerously addicted to the high of going fast and being one of the best as a newcomer . expensive cars , going fast , ruining her tires , a FAMILY … she couldn't ask for more . the one time lulu's dad paid her any mind was when she had ended in the hospital after one of the boy's she was riding with ended with their car wrapped around the pole , severely injuring lulu and the driver having died , one of her closest friends in the group . thinking that her father had come to see that she was alive and okay --- only to be met with a grounding and scolding for her to be "wasting her life away committing crimes" "this'll ruin any chance at ivy league schools" "you're ruining the family name" and she was angry . so angry that this one moment is the thing her dad decides to fixate on , not any of her achievements , not anything , just her one failure --- the one that caused her to lose her friend . she seemed to shrink back from everyone , becoming a little more quiet . "fuck your dad. do what you want," she remembers chris uttering over the waterbottle he waterfalled from --- having forgotten his after the meet . she watched her drink the last of her water , but didn't say anything . "you're way too smart to be held back by anyone, let alone your dad." and she took that to heart . although her and chris were nothing more than after school acquaintences, sharing some stories during track , talking about things and people the other party were never going to be friends with , venting and listening until practice was over. never really friends inside of school ; never sat together at lunch , but she'd make it a point to wave to him from her table , and he'd occasionally wave or smile back. it's always nice to know you have a friend on the otherside of the wall , you know ?

lulu dipped as soon as she could after graduation , attending uchicago's astrophysics program , where she's currently attending their pHD astrophysics program. her father passed away a few years ago when she was 24 , but she was able to air some grievances and speak with him . while they had a strained relationship , at the end of his battle with cancer , she was the one with him and signed his DNR . everything in terms of money had been left to her , leaving her to inherit the house as well as his money , as well as the house near her old school . a large hollow house she grew up hating, and yet she still struggles to sell it , even now . lulu still street races . god . she loves it . it's the one way to get her mind off of everything , even though her therapist will constantly tell her not to do it . it's not odd to see her hanging out with faces the class won't recognize --- kids from other schools she grew up with when street racing and finding family with them . while she doesn't really keep in contact with a lot of people from her class , she's been in contact with them over the years , coming back to visit them , and only them . she has a two published papers with a few others which is probably one of the reasons they reached out to her / requested her as a guest speaker . after all , everyone loves a child prodigy.

wanted plots:

anything . please dear god message me i'm such a weenie. jk ill update this more when i have an idea but >< ....... i have a wanted plot tag HERE , but if u have any ideas just slam them in2 my messages bc tbh .... im down for anything

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Hi there! Could I request some DNA headcanons for Hongou, Miyuki, and Harada with a shy and demure female S/O who loves to knit? She always has a project going on and often brings her knitting with her in a spare bag so she can knit at bus stops and what not. Thank you in advance!

Hongou Masamune

A shy and demure partner would be fine with him, he’d even like it because he’s a pretty dominant guy and he likes being the one to protect you.

However, he would probably lose interest fast in someone who just says yes to everything he says and never challenges him in any way.  Challenge here doesn’t mean fight with him, or argue or even necessarily stand up to him.  He just can’t tolerate a complete doormat, or who has zero independence and is too clingy. 

This boy is 100% independent.  He’s grouchy and impatient, so someone who is too sensitive probably wouldn’t work.  He’s waaaaay softer with you than everyone else, but he is still who he is.

As I said, he’s a protective one, especially if his partner is shy.  No one’s pushing your boundaries when this boy is around.  He’ll crush the person flat.  Definitely gets into trouble for fighting lol

Likes to watch you knit.  He likes that you have something you love too.  Doesn’t even mind if you just knit at his games or practices.  As long as he can see you and you smile at him a couple of times, he’s good.  He’d rather you be content than bored out of your mind.

Has to be coerced into wearing what you make most of the time (if you make clothing).  Not because he doesn’t like it, he absolutely does, and if you give him something you make, he’ll be boiling on the inside and blushing on the outside – though he’ll deny it until he’s blue in the face.  He just hate being challenged by his teammates about things like this, and they all know that any knitted products he wears came from you and proceed to tease him about.

May grumble and scowl, but everyone knows his winter hat, scarf, gloves and socks were made by you, and he’s proud to wear them.

Miyuki Kazuya

I hope you have fortitude.  Doesn’t mind if your shy and demure, even likes it, because he could use quiet peace in his life.  However, he will tease and he loves seeing you blush so watch out for that.

Is never mean like he sometimes is with his teammates.  His teasing is soft and only a touch prickly.  Most of the time, even while you are blushing, you are warm and giggly after too.

Respects you like the knitting boss you are.  If it’s post-high school, his favorite times are when he’s home early for the day, or has the day off, and gets to cook for you while you sit in the kitchen with him and knit.  It’s very domestic for him, which is important because he hasn’t had much of that in his life.

Wears anything you make, anything.  Does not care what it looks like, he preens while wearing it.  It’s basically to the point where his teammates don’t even bother to mention it anymore, because he just takes everything they say as a compliment, no matter what they were trying to mock about it.  Usually it’s color though, because he has no fashion sense and will wear whatever color he’s snagged – neon pink, olive green, brown, bright blue, sunshine yellow, if you made it, he’s wearing it.

Part of it is because he loves the look on your face when he wears something of yours, and the pretty blush you sport.  Can’t resist giving you a kiss or two though.  Another part is that he’s not generally one for PDA, especially if it embarrasses you, so wearing things made by you is a good alternative.

Make him something not clothing, like a little plush or figure?  It sits on his desk in a place of pride.  Make him a blanket?  He’s using it at every opportunity, including every night.

Mostly though, since he’s a hat-guy, he has like 27 different hat’s you made and wears them according to his mood that day.

Harada Masatoshi             Shy and demure is PERFECT for him.  He has to deal with Mei all day and after that, he really appreciates someone who knows the value of quiet.

Is happy with whatever level of contact you are comfortable with.  Never pushes you for anything and will generally ask to kiss or touch you unless you tell him you don’t need him to.  Is very sensitive to your needs and appreciates you a lot.

One of his favorite things is to have you in his lap while you knit.  Sometimes he’s doing his own thing, other times he watches you work.  It amazes him that you can make such tiny loopd and that you can take a ball of yarn and turn it into something lovely.

Loves it when you make him sensible things.  Everything you make is nice and well-crafted.  And warm, if it’s meant to be.  Plus, Mei gets jealous every time he shows up with something new, so it’s win/win in his books.

Probably sends things you made back to his parents lol

If you want to talk about your projects, he’s all ears.  He may not understand everything, but he’s attentive.  Knows most of the vocabulary by now.  Karlos asked him once how he didn’t die of boredom and the outfielder was running for the rest of practice and into the night.  No one dared to say anything about your hobby after that.

He’s gentle and attentive and doesn’t demand you come to his games, though it makes him happy every time you do.  If you knit the entire time, he respects that, because he also knows you are paying attention.  You made an effort to learn about his sport too.

Really appreciates the hats and scarves when he is drafted by Hokkaido.