#AND I FEEL LIKE IM BACK IN SCHOOL TALKING ON THE PHONE WITH MY BFF ABOUT MY CRUSH FJEJJFSKNFJE

[leehaner]

Talk: Chapter 1

pairing: leehan taesan x fem!reader

genre: ANGST, love triangle, slowburn, eventual smut, fuckboy!leehan, college au, undecided ending + genre tbh im lit writing this on a whim bffs

word count: 2k

summary: find out

warnings: none for this chapter!

“Please tell me this is the last fucking box y/n” said your friend Jaehyun as he put down one of your many boxes of clothes for the semester.

He’d offered to help you move into your dorm at your newly transferred school, which he also attended.

“You maybe carried one box in here and it was the lightest one, if you were going to complain so much why'd you offer to help move me in? Sungho was going to come instead”, you said in between laughs and you’re sure he replied back with something equally as dramatic as what he’d said earlier but you were deep in thought thinking about whether or not you made the right choice to transfer here.

“Are you even listening to me?!” he says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? oh. Sorry….what’d you say?”

“ I saiiiiiiiiid that one of my friends is having a party near campus tonight and you’re coming. It’ll be good for you to meet new people other than me and Sungho. I’ll come get you and everything!”, he says, leaving almost no room for you to say no and pleading with his hands for you to say yes. It was always really hard for you to say no to him because he’d been one of your closest friends since high school and he always knew what was best for you before you even knew it, so, you agree under one condition.

“Okay whatever just don’t leave me alone at the party because I will leave so fucking fast”

“Then how else will you learn to make friends”

“not going”

“OKAY DAMN I won't leave you alone…. it’s not like sungho won’t be there anyway and i'll introduce you to our roommates'' he says while putting your clothes on hangers in annoyance.

Roommates. That word unexpectedly makes you nervous because up to this point you’d heard crazy stories about Jaehyuns experience with them and the thought of meeting people is always out of your comfort zone. You wouldn’t call yourself shy, but you’re more closed off than you’d like to admit.

“ I should probably also warn you ...one of our roommates, he’s kind of an asshole. So don’t take anything he does too seriously”

Ugh, you’re already dreading this.

“Okay”

And with that you and Jaehyun spend the next two hours or so fixing up your single dorm bickering and fooling around for most of those two hours but you finished nonetheless.

“okay see you later y/n and take your phone off dnd, you’re not getting out of going to this party tonight” he says walking out of your dorm gathering his phone and hoodie from your freshly made bed.

“wasn't planning on it!” you lied. you were definitely planning to shower then sleep and blame the no response to his texts on dnd.

“yeah OKAY, bye~!” the boy says, taking one final stride out of the door and letting it slam behind him which makes you roll your eyes.

After roughly 20 minutes of mindlessly scrolling on your phone you decide it’s time to shower and get ready for the party you were dreading with every fiber of your being.

8:36pm

It's now been an hour since you started getting ready and you were now checking your outfit in your mirror. You were a bit unsatisfied but not enough to change for what would now be the third time of the night. You were dressed rather provocatively but you didn’t care, it made you feel good.Your makeup was already done and now all that was left was to spray perfume and check your phone to see when Jaehyun would be coming to pick you up.

You remembered that he’d probably be bringing his roommates and you were happy to see Sungho as you hadn’t seen him in a while but it was intimidating to meet the rest of them. Still, you were able to, for the most part, shake that feeling off.

myung: hey im like a min away rapunzel let down ur hairrrrrr

you: need you to b normal so bad

myung: HURRY TF UP im downstairs

You walked out of your dorm room and sprinted to the nearest elevator pressing the buttons urgently and waiting for it to come up for a few seconds but it felt like a thousand years were going by so you thought maybe it’d be quicker to take the stairs and slowly started to turn around.

beep

The elevator doors open and someone grabs your arm and turns you around gently. you had an immediate reaction to take your arm back but in an ever-so gentle manner.

“you don’t have to take the stairs” a husky voice says to you

you looked up at him and scanned his features for what felt like years to you but was only for a split second. He had long brown hair and even browner eyes that looked like the entire galaxy was in them.He ran his fingers through his hair with the hand that had just turned you around and put his phone in his back pocket with his other hand.

“Do you always grab strangers into elevators?” you ask him.

he took a few steps forward in order to hold the elevator open on one side

“technically you’re not in the elevator yet but this is my first time, hopefully I was easy enough on you” he replies cheekily with a smirk forming on his face.

You were shocked at how he could just make something so regular into a sex metaphor but somehow it worked. Still you rolled your eyes at the comment, making an automatic assumption about what kind of guy this stranger is.

“and a thank you would be nice”

“thanks” you respond making your way inside the elevator purposely avoiding the side he was evidently holding open for you. You notice he looks down, poking the side of his inner cheek with his tongue and smiling. He steps back into the elevator and you both reach to press buttons. You went for floor one while he went for floor two.

“Got a ride waiting for you or something?” he asks with what sounds like genuine curiosity.

“yeah, are you gonna follow me and kill me?” just as you say this jokingly the elevator doors open once more.

“Just curious but that does sound enticing” he smiles and faces you as he walks backwards out of the elevator trying not to break eye contact with you once.

You smiled to yourself at the small interaction knowing you’d never see him again as he was probably just heading to a hookup judging by the fact floor two of your dorm building was girls only. But ,still, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies from the chemistry filled banter you’d just had with a random stranger even if he was about to go fuck some random. It felt good.

myung: btw. you may or may not have to sit on someone’s lap because my car is not that big SORRYSORRYSORRYSOORY

you: bro im going back upstairs

myung: NO c'mon they’re excited to meet you and sungho has gummies in the glove compartment.. 😁

you: ….bribing me is crazy

myung: it’s the only way i fear🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

myung: i see you coming down the stairs just walk straight then turn left a little and you’ll see my car

you follow his instructions and see his red car looking absolutely packed with men whom amongst them you only see one familiar face, Sungho.

“Y/N!!!!!!!! I haven’t seen you in forever, i missed you” the tall long haired boy says to you as his passenger side window is rolling down.

“ I missed you too” you gave him a warm smile. Jaehyun then steps out of the car and opens the back door for you revealing 3 boys, one with pink hair, another with short brown hair and the very last with long dark hair and a streak of blonde in the back of it. damn you thought, he’s attractive.

“ So from left to right this is Riwoo, Woonhak, Taesan and obviously you all know this is y/n” , Jaehyun says smiling and gesturing to everyone then you.

There was a sudden flow of nice to meet yous after that coming from all of you and they all seemed rather nice, you felt instantly welcomed by them especially Riwoo who you felt you’d grow close to quickly, he reminded you a lot of Jaehyun in a way you couldn’t exactly pinpoint but was there nonetheless.

“ Now that you’ve met …any of you want to sit on each other's lap so that y/n can sit?” Jaehyun says while scratching his head.

“ I don’t mind," Woonhak says, smiling and shrugging. You smile at his kind gesture and you and Jaehyun walk over to the other side of the car, he gets back into the driver's seat while you stand at the backdoor. Taesan opens the door, steps out and Woonhak follows suit, you assume he’d be sitting on Taesans lap in the middle. However as Taesan stepped out of the car you were shocked at how tall he was, he didn’t seem all that tall from the view you had of him at the start of this interaction but there he was, standing at probably six feet tall at least.

He very clearly checked you out from head to toe and smiled at you politely as he waited for Woonhak to step out of the car, it was like he was going to say something to you but he himself didn’t know what to say first. He then went to sit in the middle of the backseat shuffling into place and tapping his lap with both hands gesturing for Woonhak to sit there.

“Don’t ever do that again” Woonhak says laughing which also makes you and Taesan laugh and you then take a seat next to them and finally close the car door. You all then take off to the party.

On your ride there everyone was mostly on their phones or having small conversations over the somewhat loud music Sungho had on aux. You were looking out of your window and could see Taesan from your peripheral vision occasionally doing the same. Whenever he wasn’t looking out of the window he was staring at you, it felt like he was piercing through your skin with his eyes and maybe that feeling rooted from the fact you wished you could look at him back in that moment but then he’d know you could see him looking at you that whole time.

“Nah man don’t worry about it, he'll probably just be at the party later anyway”,Jaehyun says. You were curious who he was referring to as you overheard bits of his and Sunghos' conversation.

“ I don’t get why he didn’t just come with us” Sungho responds.

“don’t think too much about it seriously , he's always weird like that”, Jaehyun reassures him and with that the conversation ends leaving you wondering who they were just talking about.Ignoring your curiosity you put one of your earbuds in so you could listen to music for a bit.

now playing: the smiths - there is a light that never goes out

“I love the *muffled speech*

“What?”, you take off your singular earbud to ask what Taesan had just said to you

“I said I love the smiths”, he says to you with a smile that was so contagious, you smiled without even noticing.

“Do you want to listen with me?” you ask sweetly, to which he nods. you hand him the other earbud and you listen to music the rest of the car ride there.

you couldn’t help but feel butterflies from how he’d somehow get a brand new smile for each song that played or tapped his foot along to the sound, signaling that he liked your taste in music.

He’s so endearing you thought.

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred

my ocds been so bad lately but its week one hundred omg!!!!!!

this week from wednesday to today theres been this jazz festival in town. its quite expensive so i didnt get a festival pass bc i felt like w the little jazz i actually know it wouldnt like,,, be worth it. most of my friends went though bc they got free passes from school. the three jam sessions held thursday to saturday were free though. i went to all of them but i want to talk more specifically ab fridays session.

i knew v and w would be there so i was excited for that part bc that meant v would be wingmanning like never before. i sat w l at a little table and right as we were talking ab when hed show up, l does a quick glance and goes "well, hes here now."

i dont look back to see him but i soon feel a breeze behind me and he walked right past me to sit at the table next to us. i fangirl a bit to l and we whisper ab him briefly. v soon joins our table and immediately starts glancing between me and w w a look of like "u want me to wingman, right?". we talk ab it for a bit and he immediately gets up and sits down next to w at the table right next to us and then turns to me and wo even trying to be quiet he puts a hand on my shoulder and goes "dw, ive got this!". throughout their conversation, v would at random times mid-convo turn away from w and say something along the lines of "dw, ive got it under control," or hed just quit talking to w randomly to like give me a really obvious look. it was funny, i didnt really mind it but it did make me nervous bc of how obvious he was being. at one point when he like leaned into say something to me w even turned to like look at us so ..

later on i had pretended to go pee so i could come back and then sit in the chair right behind w more naturally but then the guy he was sitting w was like "why do u guys keep moving closer??" bc we had already once moved a bit closer before that TT i just bullshitted and said that we might as well just sit at the same table. right after i sat down right w, v pushed my chair and i desperately tried to stop him and my knees hit ws chair and bro then v tapped ws shoulder and pretended to look at his phone and i just looked at v in such distress as i see w turn around in my peripheral vision. it was humiliating TT later on v was also like talking ab how i should talk to him and yadayada what i should say. he wasnt necessarily quiet ab it either, w literally mustve heard at that point.

"just like tap him on the shoulder, look him in the eyes and ask him to come to ur place."

it was so bad but it was so funny at the same time and i literally was on the verge of tears bc i was so nervous ab w overhearing us even though i also want him to know i like him so yk i was a bit of a mess.

w goes up to do some drumming and i miss some of it bc i went to the bathroom fr this time but i came back and watched from the same seat i sat in earlier but i was alone this time bc everyone had left. all i said to him that evening was an incredibly awkward "well played" and bro im genuinely lacking social skills, it was so bad.

anyways thats that. todays ns bday. happy 19th, bff !! cant wait to meet u in two weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sotw: him - your sweet 666

[ghtsyumz]

i already hate this year dude and its only been 3 days into it i have been stuck with the devil, lost my best friend, been getting horrible pain since december, my insomnia has drastically gotten worse, i realize how i cant open up to literally anyone anymore (besides my bf), my dad has been extremely sick, my self harm cuts are starting to show all around my body, my mom yelled at me for having no irl friends, im getting called emo every day now (i hate when people call me emo dude), im too scared to talk to people, my stepmom is slowly starting to realize shit, my 21st attempt of suicide didnt work, my stepbrother is in prison and hes the only one i really talked too, my brother wants me dead, my mom couldnt care less about me (as usual), im getting sicker and sicker everyday, my body became more weak, my anxiety has also increased, my teacher is back and hes gonna see right through me, my boyfriend might start to get annoyed by me, my hallucinations are much worse, i keep seeing demons idk- literally losing my bestfriend was like the icing on my fucked up cake- i was literally gonna bring him his late Christmas gift tomorrow today too- idk wtf im supposed to do with it now. I only have 2 irl friends now and my boyfriend. Thats all I talk to. I dont even see juanny (one of my irl best friends) much anymore. I barley talk to him and hes the one who told me that my other best friend wanted to drop me. The only reason why I see my second and last best friend now is because i have 2 classes with her but besides that, i dont see her at all

and the best friend i lost i saw everyday in the morning and during his lunch when im on my way to choir speaking of best friends, my old bff adri keeps making me do her fucking bidding and idk dude and dani's birthday is now in 10 days- shes gonna be 14 dude ive known her since she was 10 and it breaks my heart we arent friends anymore and evan is gonna be 18 next month which is crazy- ive known him since he was 14. this is already a really hard year. with everything going on with my father, and him always yelling about him killing himself and gonna die soon, it only makes me think i'll lose him. I love my dad so fucking much dude- i cannot lose him but i see only the worst coming because of all this. If my dad dies when im still in these conditons im ggonna be with my mom for the rest of my highschool years, my stepmom will be gone, i'll never see my older brothers again, nor my cousin, or my stepmoms family. I'll be stuck with that fucking thing for the next 3 years all alone in this room where it feels like im always being chained to a wall. idk whats happening anymore- nothing makes sense i wanna give up- life isnt worth living- im about to lose all my online friends too dude im gonna go back to 2019- when i was gone from the internet for like 2 years and when i came back, everything and everyone was gone im gonna be all alone again and just trapped in my mind with my hallucinations and my nightmares my mom only encourages me to kill myself, shes the worst. My stepmom is more of a mom than her and I hate her a lot of the time too but I still love her just because she was here for me when my mom wasnt. My mom doesnt know my first words, she doesnt know what things i like, she doesnt know anything much about me. She has to go through my phone and look at my conversations when Im alseep. She doesnt even give me privacy. Meanwhile my stepmom knows me, but she doesnt know my first words cause she wasnt around when i was that young since i started talking at like 9 months old but like the point is shes there to help me with school, do everything for me, be there for me, and literally everything my mom has never ever in her pathetic little preppy pick me girl life. my dad told me that my mom made him almost killl himself- if he did, i would have been an orphan. my mom only takes care of me because of the childsupport money my dad is forced to give her every month. and she tried doubling it like a little bitch because i started calling my stepmom "mom". if my dad were to have killed himself, idk what the fuck my life would have been like but it might be better without her tbh and yeah like sure my dad used to be abusive as shit but my stepmom saved me from that and everything

so hes fine now i mean he had one slip back in march, but besides that hes been okay. i'll never like new years. not only do i have to think about my grandma who was murdered when my dad was only 9, but i have to worry for my father because its like the day he wants to die the most. This was the first year not being with him on new years to cheer him up- i was so worried, and it turned out i was right for being worried. Not getting into that. This year is so rough already within the first 3 days, I hate it I HATE IT SO MUCH DUDE. im sorry idk anymore. I fucking hate this

[midi4ri0love]

identity ask in honour of my 17th bday by @yup-im-a-werewolf i found on pinterest

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to? Psych, ATLA, MLP, Cars, Lilifee, Dionsaur Train, Middle Ages picture book, The Cruel Prince, Anne with an E, Spider Man.

2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who? Nope

3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with: AnnE (Anne), Marauders (Peter+Regulus), The Cruel Prince (Jude), MPL (Luna), Psych (Shawn).

4. do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better? I like my name, but maybe Angelina.

5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do? I consider myself a part of earth, and identify by my emotionally extreme actions.

6. are you religious/spiritual? i consider magic and believe that there is a reason all this exists. i believe in the multiverse.

7. do you care about your ethnicity? i care about my ethnicity's culture, so yeah

8. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? Taylor Swift, Bruno Mars, Meghan Trainor, Robbie Williams, Rachel Platten, Imagine Dragons, Linkin Park.

9. are you an artist? Yup: drawing/painting/animating, dancing, writing.

10. do you have a creed? nope.

11. describe your ideal day. i sleep til abt 9, the sunlight and a good smell of flowers and food wake me up, a loved one comes to my room and talks to me and we go to (warm/lunch-y) breakfast together, we and other 0-2 people i'm close to talk for hours at the table and drink tea, we get dressed and go skating, we come back and eat a warm meal, we paint, dance, talk and listen to music and then we read, we take a nap under the warm afternoon sun, i am left alone and can dance to music or draw or sleep and go to sleep early because i don't feel like i need to make up for lost time.

12. dog person or cat person? i always used to think i'd be a dog person and wished for one my whole life, but since i have one i love him, but realised that i'm a cat person

13. inside or outdoors? if it's warm but no sunscreen and no sweat kinda warm then outside, if it is windy outside, otherwise inside.

14. are you a musician? yup, i play the piano and the trumpet.

15. five most influential books over your lifetime: percy jackson (what mr d said abt science), the cruel prince (poisoning oneself to be immune, (war) strategies, empowering), harry potter (ruled my daydreams for abt 5 yrs now), Das Blaubeerhaus (made me a curious person), the spanish love deception (just an enjoyable read)

16. if you'd grown up in a different environment, do you think you'd have turned out the same? nope, i realised, that as a human, i am easily influenced. the power lies in actively knowing that.

17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the "real you"? usually only the side i don't like, not the side i show.

18. what's your patronus? a normal cat, but i feel like it should be a horse, a tiger or a goat

19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle? i'm a ravenclaww

20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else? HOGWARTS (narnia would be cool too tho, riding around with a sword)

21. do you love easily? maybe, i'm not sure what loving is. if what i do is loving then yes.

22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order. sleeping, in school, listening to music, on my phone, eating.

23. how often would you want to see your family every year? depends on what part of my family.

24. have you ever felt like you had a "mind-meld" with someone? yeah, my ex-bff, sometimes it still hurts.

25. could you live as a hermit? probably easily, but maybe human contact every 2 weeks, it'd be amazing.

26. how would you describe your gender/sexuality? female, bisexual.

27. do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the "real you"? no, but it wouldn't be able to be shown in one physical appearance.

28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin? 2 (so easy, i seem dumb)

29. three songs that you connect with right now. Enjoy the silence (Depeche Mode), My Love All Mine (Mitski), Beautiful Life (Ace of Base)

30. pick one of your favorite quotes.

"The scariest moment is always just before you start" ~Stephen King

[kagejima]

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! How would punk Sukuna flirt with you?? Would he be suave about it or a flustered mess????

HEHEHHEHEHE thank you nesi 😌😚

again under a cut heh

And HE'S BAD!!! HE'S SO Bad at it aaaAAAHH!

but so bad its almost in an endearing way?????

at the end of the day, he's just a lil baby boyo who gets super shy super easy, so anytime he's tried to flirt with somebody, it's been a mess 💀💀 If they're wearing something or something is on their bag or their keys that he's into, the conversation flows a little easier, but if he has nothing to go on, he's a mess 🙃

his friends are always setting him up on blind dates BECAUSE he's so bad at making the first move, but he doesn't like to go on them bc he wants it to not be weird and he's all about making people as comfortable as possible but he ends up making it weird bc he's just a shy lil baby who isn't good at making conversation with potential romantic partners 🤸🏻‍♀️

if they ask what he does for a hobby, he just kind of offers brief sentences about his Gundam kit building bc he knows he'll get carried away with it. He tries to ask them questions about themselves to keep the conversation only on them but when they wanna know about HIM, he always forgets literally everything about himself!!!

that's why he likes hanging out with MC so much, because he never really feels nervous or pressured around her. He doesn't feel pressured to have conversations with her and always keep it going and the silences between them are always comfortable.

lately though on his last few blind dates, he hasn't been able to concentrate on the person in front of him bc all he wants is for MC to be in front of him 😔🥺

[tendouluvr]

aizawa as a dad - teenage!reader

- fluff, dad aizawa momen

- warnings: hrmm none i think

- wc: 1.3k

a/n: basically me listing things i want bc im dadless

ps this is before the dorms were implemented meaning this takes place before that, so things that happened after that does not exist in this world

remembers your birthday

#! even you don’t remember it sometimes, but he does

#! it’s the morning of your birthday, you’re both in the kitchen

#! he’s drinking his daily dose of caffeine, lazily packing his lunch

#! you’re..falling asleep at the dining table...

#! you hear the chair next to you scrape across the floor, opening your eyes you see your dad deeply sigh while taking a seat

#! “you’re older now, so that means you have to be more responsible. you should be taking care of yourself. you also should listen to me more.”

#! you: ... (•.•?)

#! him: ..what?

#! “huh, what’re you going on about?” you rack your brain to think what could’ve possibly made him go on that unexpected lecture

#! “.......it’s your-,”

#! “OH, it’s my birthday,” you cut him off, giggling to yourself for forgetting such day

#! he sighs again and just pats your head before getting up to start leaving for school

#! “c’mon, you’ll be late.”

#! “ok~~.”

#! you won’t be late. he always make sure you’ll never be late, but he likes saying that because he thinks it’s so parent-like

always backs you up

#! even if deep down he knows you might lose in the practice battle against todoroki, he’s on your side

#! when it comes to silly little things like witty arguments between him and uncle present mic, you back him up leaving present mic with his echoed wails

#! also vice versa when you’re in some annoying banter with denki or something

#! you don’t call him ‘dad’ in class, nor does he show signs of favoritism towards you

#! you both know familial relations in school would always cause people to think about bias, favoritism, cheating, etc.

#! so luckily, he’s mature and you are too so you both know to not act so close with each other in school

#! but you drop the whole ‘aizawa sensei’ thing when you guys are alone

#! you did accidentally call him dad once when he was passing back test papers and you had a question about something

#! you were focused on the test papers you just got back, forgetting that you were in class for a second, and blurted out a quick, “dad? can you explain this.”

#! you didn’t even realize what you said until it got noticeably quiet in the class, causing you to raise your eyes up from the paper to see everyone looking at you and aizawa

#! he could care less, the man was getting cozy at his desk

#! you walked over to him anyway so he could answer your question

feeds you a lot of pre-made food or food that wasn’t cooked by him

#! he can’t really cook

#! he could do the bare minimum but the most you’ll ever get out of him is probably ramen with your favorite add-ons

#! his bffs can cook

#! aizawa doesn’t eat much himself, so when you entered his life he wasn’t really sure what to feed you

#! his best friends would cook for him now and then because they’re aware of his eating habits

#! but then they suddenly had two aizawas to feed

#! growing up you also ate a lot of freezer food. the good kinds though, the freezer food that doesn’t have that freezery taste after its been heated up

#! even though he couldn’t make you food, he still watched out for you and what you ate

#! if he notices that you’re eating too much sweet, he’ll comment on it. if he notices that you’re overdoing it with the salt, he’ll comment on it with a stern lecture about how deadly sodium can be.

#! he picks up your favorite convenience store snacks a lot after school

#! does aizawa seem like the type to make you eat veggies?? i’m not sure. sure he wants you to be healthy and not just consume junk, but i feel like he also doesn’t do too well with veggies

#! aizawa is secretly picky with his veggies hhhhh there’s specific ones he really likes, but for the most part he finds everything else weird in some way

#! headcanon that aizawa pouted over veggies he didn’t like as a kid and he would just stare at it thinking it’ll go away on its own

is loaded and spoils you unintentionally

#! he’s a prohero, one of the highest paying jobs by the government in the bnha universe

#! plus his teaching job. i know teachers salary isn’t too good, but it’s ua and this isn’t real life, so he’s probably getting paid stacks

#! also i think the cat outfit he bought for eri is suppose to be from some japanese brand that’s the equivalent of gucci in the u.s. (but ignore this bc this happened after the dorms were a thing 😁😁)

#! anyway he bought you a lot of toys as a kid, and tons of horrendous outfits that you cry over but never to his face because he’s trying his best </33

#! now that you’re a teenager, he doesn’t buy you toys anymore but has now evolved to buying you electronics on your birthday and just giving you pocket money

#! obviously aizawa doesn’t flaunt his wealth though, he doesn’t care about that and finds it unnecessary

#! he also barely spends on himself so he just has even more money saved up for no reason

#! but the thing is,, he doesn’t even realize how much he spends on you until you sit him down to talk to him

#! “dad, i do not need a new laptop. i’m fine with the one i have now, it’s still good. i saw you looking at laptops the other day.”

#! “what made you think i was looking at laptops for you?”

#! silence

#! complete, utter silence .....

#! “who’s it for then?!”

#! he rolls his eyes before answering you, “none of your business. go away.”

#! “ok fine whatever-,” you mumbled, “but my point still stands. i don’t need anything, and even if i did i can buy it myself!” you exclaimed boldly

#! “with what money?” he blankly stares at you

#! “with.....with... money i save up from birthdays and holidays because i never get to spend them!”

#! he just sighs, gets up from the couch, and walks away leaving you standing there smiling because you knew it was a successful talk

#! here’s a link to something i read that further added to my aizawa rich headcanon :]

kisses you goodnight on your forehead after he comes home from late missions/pro-hero runs

#! when you were a kid, you slept on his bed to feel safer

#! when he came home from late missions, he would walk into his room to see you bundled up in the blanket

#! after quickly getting ready for bed because he was schlumped, he got into bed as gently as possible to not wake you up

#! but you’re a light sleeper so you felt a familiar warmth encasing you and it jolted you awake, slightly whimpering trying to turn your head to see your dad

#! he noticed and quietly shushed you to get you back to sleep, “sh sh, it’s okay, it’s just me.”

#! your tiny arms would wrap around his chest and you stuffed your chubby face into his chest before you dozed off once again

#! now that you sleep in your own room, he would come home and peek in to check up on you

#! sometimes you were still awake — studying, on your phone, cleaning your room, insomnia, or just because

#! in this case he would just peek his head in, squint his tired eyes at you, mumble a slurred, “night.”, sigh at your smile that was clearly there to keep you from laughing, then finally head towards his room

#! but when he catches you asleep, he smiles to himself and makes his way into your room to give you a small forehead kiss before whispering, “goodnight.”

#! you never grew out of the light sleeping thing though, so you always knew of his small show of fatherly love

#! just don’t bring it up ever because he’s tired of you

[purrincess-chat]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH19

People weren’t happy with how things went down with Alya in the original MDCSP, so I hope this version suffices. ;)

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Chapter 19: Miss Missing You

Alya chewed her nails, pivoting back and forth in her desk chair as Lila settled on her bed. Her thoughts raced too fast for Alya to make sense of them, and Lila’s grave expression did little to calm her nerves. When Alya told her about Adrien and Chloe, she insisted on meeting up. Maybe this way they could both talk to Ladybug, but something was off about Lila. Her jaw was a little too tense, and those green eyes swirled with an intensity Alya couldn’t place. What was going on?

“Is Ladybug on her way too? We have to let her know what they’re plotting,” Alya said, but when Lila remained quiet, she asked, “What?”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Lila said. “This is going to be hard for me, but I trust you over anyone else.”

“What’s wrong?” Alya asked, and Lila shifted her weight, tucking a strand of long hair behind her ear.

“Well, Ladybug and I…we kind of had a falling out.” Lila lowered her gaze to her lap.

“What?”

“Remember when Chloe tried to impersonate her to make everyone hate me? Well, I told Ladybug about it, and that she shouldn’t trust Chloe anymore, but then last night she gave her back her Miraculous without consulting me.” Lila recounted. “I tried to talk to her and understand why she’d trust Chloe again after what she did to me, but Ladybug freaked out on me and told me not to question her judgment.”

“For real?” Alya gasped. “That’s not like her.”

“I know,” Lila said, “and after what you told me on the phone, I definitely think something weird is going on with her.”

“You don’t think Chloe is manipulating her, do you?” she asked.

Lila pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Not Chloe. I think that…well, I’m sorry, but I think Marinette is behind all of this.”

“Marinette?” Alya shot a glance at the Ladyblog pulled up on her computer, a sinking feeling in her gut.

She hadn’t posted about Queen Bee’s return—couldn’t bring herself to. Something was definitely off with Ladybug, but was it really all Marinette’s doing? Marinette wasn’t one for petty revenge, but maybe she had changed since she left. Or maybe Alya just never knew her like she thought she did.

Alya thought back to the night she was akumatized, the distant look in her bff’s eyes. She’d seemed tired, like all the fight had been drained from her. She didn’t even argue when Alya suggested they stop being friends, a fact that had haunted Alya ever since. Why had Marinette abandoned her so easily? Surely if her stories were to be believed, she would have fought harder, right? Wasn’t the truth worth fighting for?

“You said so yourself, Chloe and Adrien said they were going to get Ladybug to talk about me for Marinette. I think she’s manipulating all of them to get back at me because she can’t let go even after she’s been gone for a month now,” Lila said.

“But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would Marinette do that? When I last spoke to her, she didn’t want anything to do with you or anyone here really,” Alya said. “Well, except Adrien, I guess, but she’s always been head-over-heels for him.”

“She’s obsessed! She’s never liked me, and I never understood why. The only thing I’ve been able to figure out is that she didn’t like me talking to Adrien, so now she’s lured him over to her side and fed him all kinds of lies about me. I don’t even like him that way, but she’s just so insecure and jealous that she thought Adrien would fall in love with me because of all of my accomplishments.” Lila hugged a pillow to her chest. “Now she’s taken one of my best friends away from me too!”

Alya crossed the room to sit beside her on the bed, draping an arm over her shoulders. “I’m sorry, girl. Maybe we can talk to Ladybug and convince her not to do that interview tomorrow.”

“I don’t think we can,” Lila whimpered. “She hasn’t responded to any of my calls ever since the Queen Bee thing. She’s on their side now.”

“Are you sure? I’ve met Ladybug a bunch of times, and she would totally pick up on it if something fishy was going on,” Alya said.

“Watch the interview tomorrow. If Ladybug says anything about me that sounds like them, then you’ll know I’m telling the truth,” Lila said.

Alya pursed her lips but didn’t argue. Lila’s story was just as probable as theirs at this point, and she was right. All they could do was watch the interview and see what happened. For their sake, she hoped that Chloe and Adrien’s plan failed, and Ladybug never mentioned Lila. But a heavy pit was already forming in Alya’s stomach, filling her with dread for the coming day. How had she gotten herself into the middle of all this drama? And how long would it be before the truth was finally revealed?

♪♫♪ Don’t Blame Me ♪♫♪

“How long before we give up?” Adrien asked the next afternoon. He leaned against the railing while Chloe manned the spotlight beside him.

“It’s hasn’t even been 20 minutes, Adrikins. I’ve sat up here for entire akuma battles before.” Chloe chided.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just nervous,” he said, letting a breath pass his lips.

Chloe spun on him with a scowl, jabbing her finger into his chest. “Oh no, you are not backing out this time. We’re doing this, so just think about Dupain-Cheng’s awful split-ends or whatever it is you need to keep you motivated.”

Adrien pursed his lips as Chloe turned back to her bee signal. She was right. No backing out this time. Lila was going down once and for all, then Marinette could finally be free. Marinette…

His heart fluttered, warming his cheeks. It would be obvious after today that he was helping Chloe take down Lila. Being intentionally cruel wasn’t in his nature, but he’d do anything to protect the people he loved. To protect the girl he loved.

It had taken him longer than it should have to realize his feelings for her, but now they burned so brightly, he had to wonder how he’d ever missed them. Marinette was a wonderful girl and a dear friend. If ever there was a person to fight for, it was her. She’d understand why he did all of this. It was all for her—always for her.

His heart ached with longing. Now that Marinette went to a different school, he couldn’t see her as often as he used to. Sometimes they went several days without seeing each other, and his heart grew heavier the longer they stayed apart. At least when he loved Ladybug, he got to see her every day when they fought akumas or patrolled the city, but even that wasn’t enough.

Adrien had spent too much of his life alone. Couldn’t the universe give him just one person to cure his loneliness? Missing Marinette was torture. What was she doing right now? Was she thinking about him?

He pulled out his phone and typed a simple message: what’s up?

Ugh, no, that was lame.

Hey cutie ;) what are you up to?

No, too forward.

I was just thinking about you

Too clingy. He backspaced over his message again, eyebrows knitting together in concentration. Why was flirting so much harder as Adrien? If he were Chat Noir, he’d just drop a few cat puns and tell her how pretty she was, but that might be a little abrasive coming from Adrien. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off. After all, she almost kissed him in the garden too. That meant she loved him back, right?

Pressing his lips into a determined line, he typed another message and hit send without overthinking it.

Hey, how’s your day been?

A minute passed before his phone buzzed with a reply: busy. I’m finalizing my designs for Clara. I present to her next week and im super nervous!

Aww don’t be clara is gonna love them.

I hope so! she replied. So what are you up to today?

Uhh im working on a school project with chloe. He lied. We have to interview someone we look up to, and shes demanding we interview ladybug so weve been standing on the roof with her bee signal for like 30 minutes.

Wow ladybug huh? I hope she shows up for you guys. Anyway these designs aren’t going to finish themselves so ill talk to you later! Bye!

good luck!

He smiled down at her messages. Marinette was always running a million miles an hour working on some project or another. She was so driven and passionate—something Adrien deeply admired. Clara would love her designs, and he and Chloe would definitely take down Lila this time. Then he and Marinette could be together without having to worry about anything. They could move to the suburbs and buy a cozy home for their three kids, a dog, and a hamster named-

“Looking for me?” Adrien and Chloe spun around, and Ladybug cocked a hip. “What’s the emergency?”

“Uhh,” Adrien stammered.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “We have to interview one of our personal heroes for a school project, so we picked you. Isn’t that right, Adrikins?” She nudged him with her elbow.

Think about Marinette. Everything was for Marinette. The tears she’d spilled, the pain she’d suffered… Adrien was going to take it all away. Lila would never hurt her again.

“Yeah. Do you have time?” Adrien asked.

Ladybug glanced between them and smiled. “I have a few minutes. Make it quick.”

“Excellent.” Chloe clapped her hands together and paced toward the stairs. “Everything is set up in my suite.”

Adrien took a deep breath as Ladybug fell into step beside him. A month ago being so close to her would have sent his heart into overdrive, but now his heart was pounding for a different reason. Ladybug hated liars. Deceiving her was a direct betrayal of her trust. Even if his feelings for her had changed, he was still her partner, and manipulating her like this didn’t feel right.

“Wait.” He stopped abruptly and caught Ladybug’s wrist. Chloe was already through the doorway to the stairs, and he sent her a silent apology just in case his next words ruined everything. “Chloe and I lied to you. This isn’t for a school project.”

“Then what’s all this about?” Ladybug asked.

“It’s…” Adrien took a deep breath and continued. “You remember Lila, right? She lied about you saving her and how you two are bffs?”

Ladybug sobered. “Yeah?”

“Well, her lies have gotten out of hand, and she hurt someone important to me. Chloe and I planned to trick you into admitting you two were never friends, so that everyone can finally see the truth about her. The interview was just a coverup,” Adrien explained, hanging his head low. “We shouldn’t have lied to you. I’m sorry.”

Ladybug eyed him with pursed lips, those blue eyes working out a solution like he were one of her lucky charms. She seemed to come to a conclusion, her face softening. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

“If you don’t want to help us, I won’t blame you. I know it’s wrong to seek revenge,” Adrien said.

A knowing smile spread across her lips. “That friend of yours must be really special to you.”

“What?”

“For you to resort to something like this, you must care about your friend—the one Lila hurt—a lot,” she said, then with a sigh added, “I don’t normally condone revenge, but I know how dangerous Lila can be. I’ve almost lost my Miraculous because of her several times, so I think you’re right. It’s time everyone learned the truth about Lila Rossi.”

Adrien blinked. “So, wait… You’re going to help us?”

“I made a promise to keep Paris safe, and if we continue to let Lila go unchecked, she’s only going to put more people in danger,” Ladybug said. “It’s time someone put her in her place.”

“Hurry up, you two! I have a hair appointment this evening, and I do not want to be late!” Chloe shouted from the doorway.

Adrien held Ladybug’s gaze, and she gave him an encouraging nod. “Uh, coming!” he called.

He gestured Ladybug ahead, following close behind her, cheeks hot. This was really happening. Ladybug was going to help them stop Lila. After today, everyone would know the truth, and Marinette would be free. They all would.

“Ladybug, you sit on this side.” Chloe directed. “Adrikins and I will sit on this side.”

“Okay,” Ladybug said, sliding onto the couch smoothly.

Adrien took the seat across from her, wiping his palms on his jeans while Chloe barked orders at her butler. Satisfied with the camera angle, Chloe sat beside him and fixed her hair in her compact before calling “action.”

Chloe’s butler—Adrien couldn’t remember his name—started the Instagram live, broadcasting to all of Chloe’s followers. There was no turning back now.

“Hello out there, my little worker bees. Your queen is here with some very special guests today,” Chloe cooed in her token attention-seeking voice. “My favorite people in the whole world besides myself, obviously—Adrien and Ladybug!”

“Hi.”

“Hey.” Adrien waved.

“As you all know, I helped Ladybug defeat another akuma last weekend. Being Queen Bee again was such an honor, and I admit, even I have people I look up to,” she said, flipping her ponytail. “So, Ladybug, thank you for allowing me to become a superheroine. Queen Bee is truly an inspiration.”

“Uh, sure.” Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Chat Noir and I always appreciate help from our allies.”

“You heard it here, everyone! Ladybug values my help,” Chloe said, and Adrien cleared his throat. “Now, onto the topic of today’s livestream. People everywhere are inspired by superheroes like me and Ladybug, so today we are going to give you all the inside scoop on what it takes to be a hero.”

“That’s right, Chloe,” Adrien piped up. “I don’t have superpowers, so I have to ask: what’s it like being a superhero, Ladybug?”

“Well, everyone thinks that having superpowers is all fun and games, but in reality, Chat Noir and I have a huge responsibility. Defending Paris every day requires sacrifice, and we know the whole city is counting on us to succeed. It’s a lot of pressure,” Ladybug said.

“Of course, I know what it’s like being a superhero myself, but can you tell everyone how overwhelming it is to save the day all the time?” Chloe prompted.

“Yeah, totally. It’s a lot of work fighting akumas. Sometimes Hawkmoth makes supervillains at the worst times, and I have to drop everything to go save the city. Leading a double life is challenging, and sometimes it even impacts my day-to-day life. School, friends, family—I’m always rushing all over the place juggling two lives.” Ladybug admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. “But I’m happy to do it. Paris is my home, and it’s an honor to defend it. Besides, when the going gets tough, I know I can count on my partners to have my back.”

“So, when you pick a new partner, what qualities do you look for in a person that makes them a good fit to work with you?” Adrien asked.

“I look for people with courage and good intentions. Often times, the people I pick are ones who have stepped up to do the right thing, even if it’s hard. They’re people I know I can trust,” Ladybug said.

“Would you say you consider your allies close personal friends?” Chloe beamed, flashing the camera a wink.

“Well, I don’t know all of them in real life like you, Chloe,” Ladybug said with a cautious glance at the camera. “Sometimes they are people I meet during a battle that impress me, and who prove themselves to be trustworthy.”

“And how do you know if you can trust someone?” Adrien asked. “Do you consult anyone for recommendations, or do you operate on the fly?”

“Most of the time when I give someone a Miraculous, it’s because they’ve demonstrated their character to me. Every person I give a Miraculous to has earned their right to wear it either by helping me or showing that they’re willing to sacrifice to save others. The decision about who gets to wear one and who doesn’t is deeply personal to me,” Ladybug answered. “Not even Chat Noir knows the identities of our allies. It’s something I don’t share with anyone.” She shot Chloe a stern look. “Under normal circumstances.”

“So, you pick the allies by yourself?” Adrien followed up.

“Yes. In the middle of a battle, I wouldn’t even have time to consult anyone if I wanted to.”

“In other words, if anyone were to—I don’t know—claim that they help you choose your partners, they’d be a liar, right?” Chloe added.

“Yeah, I don’t talk to anyone about who I pick.” Ladybug shook her head.

“Ya know, Ladybug, there are some people out there that claim to be your best friend. How do you feel about people lying about knowing you to make themselves more popular?” Chloe asked.

Ladybug locked eyes with Adrien, the weight of their mission heavy on both of their shoulders. She clasped her hands together in her lap and said, “As I’m sure both of you are aware, there will always be people who use your name for their own selfish gain, but I want everyone out there to know that I take my job very seriously. Protecting all of you is my number one priority.”

She took a deep breath. “Being a superhero is dangerous, and that’s why, with the exception of Chat Noir and my trusted allies, Ladybug doesn’t have friends.”

“So, anyone who says they’re your friend is a liar, right?” Adrien asked.

“Yes, and they’re putting themselves in danger. Hawkmoth will stop at nothing to get my Miraculous, so please, if you’re out there… Do the right thing, and tell the truth.” Ladybug pleaded to the camera.

“It’s utterly pathetic when people lie about who they know just to get attention,” Chloe sighed in disgust. “You heard it here, my little bees! Chat Noir and I are Ladybug’s only friends.”

“Well, I’d consider you more of an ally than a frie-”

“And as one of Ladybug’s bffs, I want all of the losers out there to buzz off! Ladybug has much more important things to do, like spending time with me,” Chloe said.

“Right.” Ladybug’s yoyo beeped, and she glanced down at it briefly. “I should really get going. A hero’s work is never done.”

“Of course. Thank you for your time, Ladybug,” Adrien said, shaking her hand.

“No problem. It’s important to me that everyone in Paris knows I’m doing everything I can to keep you all safe, and the people I choose to fight beside me are people I truly trust. We’ll all keep fighting hard to protect this city,” she said, waving two fingers. “Bug out!”

“Well, that does it for this livestream, little bees. Your queen will see you all again next time. Bye-bye!”

♪♫♪ Impossible Year ♪♫♪

“So, anyone who says they’re your friend is a liar, right?”

“Yes.”

Lila was right. They really had gotten to Ladybug. Alya had done her best not to think about Marinette since their falling out. Remembering her old bff was too painful and confusing. Everything Alya thought she knew changed the moment Lila came to their school. The person she trusted became a stranger overnight. Alya wanted to believe that Marinette would never align herself with Chloe or orchestrate a hostile takedown just because she was jealous, but Alya had seen her do crazier things to win Adrien.

“I’m doing everything I can to keep you all safe, and the people I choose to fight beside me are people I truly trust.”

How was Chloe more trustworthy than Alya? All that was necessary for the triumph of evil was that good people do nothing. She’d known from day one that Chloe was evil, so why couldn’t Ladybug see it?  Why would Ladybug align herself with the queen of all evil over someone who dedicated herself to doing the right thing? Was this really all Marinette’s doing? And why?

Was Marinette really that desperate to win Adrien? Did she hate Lila so much that she’d willingly team up with her worst enemy to get back at her for stealing attention away from the boy she liked? From where Alya was sitting, it looked like Marinette already had him, and Lila had always been clear that she wasn’t interested in him that way. Why go through all that trouble to get Ladybug to denounce Lila just to win a boy? But if Marinette was involved with Ladybug…

It all made sense now. The reason Ladybug had picked someone else to wield her Miraculous. How long had they been plotting all of this? And how could Ladybug trust Marinette’s word over Alya’s without even trying to hear her side of the story? Or Lila’s? How could Ladybug not see that she was being manipulated? She was a hero, and one of the best Alya had ever seen. So why was she fighting for the wrong side?

Her head spun, and she gripped the side of her desk for support. Someone needed to tell Ladybug the truth.

“You want to save Ladybug from those you deem evil. Let me help you, Ladyblogger.”

Alya jumped at the sinister voice in her head. She smoothed her thumb over her phone screen, now glowing with dark energy. A cold feeling washed over her, all of her pain and confusion bubbling to the surface. In the center of it all stood her determined resolve, driving her to give in.

Someone needed to tell Ladybug the truth. Someone like her.

[lovinga3characters]

hewwo owo i just binged all of ur a3! stuff nd may i say im in love uwu so i wanted to request smth fluffy with my mans juza, if not much problem where he introduces his bff who's also his crush to the autumn troupe? smth similar to what u did with tenma and the beach prompt 👉👈 hope u have a nice day and take care❤

Thank you for reading so much of my works! I’m happy you like the fluff (uwu)! This request was really fun 👌

Juza 🍰

“Ya don’t have to do this, y’know, just because you’re my...” Juza trailed off, scratching the back of his neck, feeling awkward.

You just smiled at him, bumping into his side playfully. “You’re one of my best friends, big guy, of course I want to meet your acting buddies!”

He sighed, that’s not really what he meant but it seemed that you weren’t going to be discouraged. That’s just the kind of person you were, giving everyone a fair chance, it’s the reason Juza was even close to you in the first place.

There was something about you that made him feel incredibly nervous, yet also at ease. Walking with you side by side, arms brushing occasionally— he looked away from you with a cough.

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m suuure, I’ve already met Taichi anyway!” You replied. You picked up the pace, making Juza fast-walk to keep up. Just from that, he could tell that you were excited.

It made him smile a little.

The both of you arrived in front of the Mankai Theater relatively early, the partly-sunny sky showing it was a little past noon. Juza had told the Autumn Troupe that he had met someone important to him and they had all agreed to meet up to have lunch together!

“... It’s almost... I wonder what they’re... hey, did you guys hear something...?” Four voices could be heard from inside, and when the two entered the room, the rest were sitting on the stage, chatting and waiting patiently.

Well, most of them were patient.

“Damn, that took forever. You’re the one who organized this thing, Hyodo, at least get here on time.” Settsu sneered at him, crossing his arms. Freakin’ annoying.

“I am on time, asshole.” Juza grumbled.

“Ooh, ooh! You!!” Taichi cried out, hopping down from the stage to point at you excitedly. He happily ran up to you and shook your hand rather aggressively. “It’s nice to meet you again!”

Trying to recover from his hyperness, you laughed, shaking his hand. “Hi, it’s nice to formally meet you too!”

Sakyo-san raised an eyebrow, saying, “You’ve met them before, Nanao?”

Taichi nodded. “Yeah, at school! Juza was super weird about it though, he dragged them away before we could even talk.”

You nodded as well in contemplation. “It’s fine, Juza’s just a shy boy!” You chuckled and patted the top of his head.

He didn’t say anything, how could he? Juza remembered that time very well, he remembered Taichi introducing himself with a pickup line, and before he knew it, your wrist was grabbed and he was already walking away with you.

Something just came over him, the rare feeling of what he later spent hours looking up (jealously) crept over him like a tidal wave. Since then, Juza’s tried to avoid that feeling like the plague, not wanting it to affect him so much.

Even though he still couldn’t figure out what he was so bothered by...

“Well then, it’s very nice to meet you. My name is Omi Fushimi.” Omi stepped in. “Thank you for taking care of Juza at school, I know he has troubles sometimes. I’m glad to know he has a nice person like you by his side.”

“You’re such a mom, I swear Omi, you’re making it sound like they’re his playmate.” Settsu shook his head with a chuckle. “Name’s Banri Settsu, I’m the boss.”

“No, you’re not.” Sakyo and Juza both spoke at the same time, he couldn’t help but snort at the idiots offended expression.

“I am Sakyo Furuichi.” Sakyo introduced himself. His face held a serious but curious look, any other person would have been intimated by it.

But not you.

You straightened your back and with a proud grin, you said, “I’m always happy to hang out with my Juza! Plus I’ve heard so many awesome stories about you all! It’s funny, everyone’s like the way he described you.”

Sakyo blinked before glancing at Juza in approval. “I hope so, he has spoke briefly about you as well.”

“That’s true.” Omi agreed. “He could only say that you were nice though...”

“I didn’t know what else to say.” Juza said. It’s more like he couldn’t find a way to describe you.

“It’s okay, I already got everything I needed to know about you from the look on his face... I think.” Taichi wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Come on, it’s pretty obvious. Even if I wasn’t goin’ off of the way you two act around each other now, it’s the way Hyodo looks at his phone when he’s texting you~” Settsu teased, a cocky smirk on his face.

You blushed and Juza bet that his face looked similar. What were they talking about?

Noticing the looks on their faces, Omi opened his mouth in surprise. “Wait, don’t tell me, you’re not dating?”

“They’re not dating?” Sakyo muttered under his breath, likely wondering if he’d misread the situation.

Meanwhile, Juza froze in place. His eyes narrowed intensely at them, causing poor Taichi to jump in fear, even though he was only doing it because he was trying to think harder. When did they figure out he felt more differently about you than he did anyone else? Did you know?

“No- no we’re not! Dating, I mean, we’re not doing that!” You manage to protest, not so subtlety shooting him some looks he didn’t understand the meaning of.

Juza could only nod quitely as the rest of the Autumn Troupe members whispered among themselves. He only heard ‘oblivious dumbasses’ and ‘let’s do it’ before Sakyo ordered that they all should hurry and leave so they can eat.

This was going to be an interesting afternoon, he was looking forward to it with you.

[peteysgf]

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↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you get hurt and peter is the one by your side

↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : peter x bff/fem reader

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : cursing, car crashes, teeny tiny bit of angst

↳ 𝐚/𝐧 : Not sure how I feel about this one, but hope you like it!  

↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1k 

Peter was currently sitting on a chair right next to your hospital bed holding your hand. He was out spider-manning when he got a call from you. He answered it only to find you sobbing asking him to pick you up. You told him you would wait at a cafe near Brandon’s workplace. He was on his way still talking to you on the phone when he heard a loud honk, a loud scream, and the phone dropping to the ground. 

He swung to the scene even faster only to find you thrown across the road and the car that hit you speeding away. You had been hit by a car and it was all Brandon’s fault. 

Speaking of Brandon, he just so happened to walk in. 

“What are you doing here Peter” Brandon said with a big scowl on his face. 

“Doing what you clearly don’t know how to do” Peter responded with venom lacing his voice. 

How could he not?!? Brandon had an amazing woman who loved him, and what does he do? He cheats on her. 

Peter was your best friend. You both met when you were freshmen in high school. He had a huge crush on you back then, and he still does now. The only difference was that he knew how to hide it better now. His heart was torn to pieces the day you married Brandon. Oh how he wished that he had been the one that would get to call you his wife. He wanted so badly to wake up next to you everyday, he wanted to have children with you, but he couldn’t. The only thing he could do was be your friend. So when he found out the reason you were in a hospital bed was because of Brandon, he was furious. Peter wanted nothing more than to strangle Brandon to death. 

He was brought back to reality when Brandon stated with fury, “What’s that supposed to mean Parker?!”  

“I’m doing what you haven’t done for the past 2 years, Im being loyal.” 

ouch. That hit Brandon hard. He knew what he had one, and he knew it was his fault. The tears blurred your vision causing you to not see the speeding vehicle that was coming towards you. Only now did Brandon realize how much he loved you and hurt you. He thought he stopped loving you. He thought he loved Amanda, but boy was he wrong. It was you. It had always been you, but Brandon was now too late. A nurse walked in interrupting his pity party. 

Peter sprang to his feet, “Is she going to be okay? Will she wake up anytime soon?” 

The nurse re-adjusted her glasses while shaking her head slowly, “We don’t think she’ll be waking up anytime soon.” 

Peter flopped back on the chair as tears started rolling down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe that the one person he loved more than life itself was dying. It wasn’t even the fact that he was in love with you, but he was also losing his best friend that had been there with him through everything. 

Meanwhile the nurse could feel the tension and hatred in the atmosphere. Looking down at her papers she realized that Peter wasn’t your husband, she just assumed he was because he visited you everyday. This was Brandons first time coming, and it had been 2 months since the accident. The nurse was itching to ask about this complicated situation, but decided it was none of her business and continued to check your vitals once more. 

Peter was still holding your hand when when Brandon said, “You should go Peter.” 

“I’m not going anywhere” He responded his voice frail, yet somewhat determined. 

“Yes you are because I’m her husband and you're not!” 

Peter scoffed before standing up, “Well you sure as hell haven’t acted like it.” 

Brandon was growing angrier by the second, “Peter stop. Leave NOW!” 

Peter crossed his arms and looked behind Brandon, “No, I think you should go, Your mistress is waiting for you. 

Brandon turned around and sure enough, Amanda was standing there with a seductive smile on her face. Brandon looked angry and conflicted. He scoffed at Peter before walking out to meet her. 

Peter was sitting there silently praying in his head that you would be okay while the nurse was checking your blood pressure. He put his head down tears streaming down his face when you suddenly, out of the blue, woke up. 

You woke up from the coma choking and not being able to breath. The nurse quickly adjusted the oxygen bags. Peter lifted his head so fast he should have gotten whiplash. 

“Oh my God you woke up!” Peter exclaimed with tears of joy running down his face.You just gave him a weak smile, your mind still being a little fuzzy from being asleep for almost 3 months.

Just then the door opened and the main doctor rushed in. But as the doctor flung the door open, you saw them. You saw Brandon and Amanda kissing. Anger rushed through your veins as you saw them. Gosh did they have no shame?!?!? You were dying and he was outside kissing her! Your bubbling anger was visible and you wanted to yell at him.   

The doctor saw this and said, “Please don’t talk right now, your voice is too weak and you can damage your vocal cords.” 

So you didn’t scream. You just sat there silently crying. You were imagining The things you wanted to do to Brandon. Trust me when I say, they weren't pretty. 

Peter wiped way your tears with his thumb, “don’t worry, I’ll scream at them for you.” 

You smiled as you watched Peter step out of the room. Through the little rectangle window on the door you could see him screaming and moving his hands wildly. You weren’t sure what he was telling them, but you managed to catch a few words. 

“Self-centered bitch!” “Cheaters!” “Shitty people!” 

He said MANY more terrible profanity's, but you couldn’t be happier. You were smiling like an idiot as the doctor checked your vitals. 

“You have one hell of a friend” The doctor chuckled. 

You looked at the blond haired man, “I do don’t I?” 

He smiled before saying, “don’t ever let him go. Men like that are rare these days.” 

Just then Peter walked in and gave you a smile, you returned the smile with one that was so bright the sun couldn't even compete with it. 

“I won’t” you replied while looking at Peter with a gleaming smile.

[alicemitch09writes]

OMG - I KNEW IT - MY SHIP HAS SAILED 🛳🛳 SUNA x ULMA yn

ever since i read the Osamu story (and then ULMA, before getting the final ch.) i had this feeling yn didn’t end up with Atsumu. the way Osamu talked/recalled about his bff heartache, in most unlikely, i thought it couldn’t be a boy in college (i dont remember if in the begging of M.U you ever said which college year they were but i suppose they were in their 2nd year, so suna didn’t meet yn yet) bc for her to fall- hard - in love that easily for someone else after Atsumu was out of character for yn (even if she was changing). Also Osamu didn’t know yn and suna were a thing until the vb reunion when Atsumu saw the polaroid on suna’s phone case

later on, when Osamu saw the picture Suna posted (w his girlfriend) on his sns, i remember he was a bit shocked bc the pic was a bit explicit(?) and it was kind of bold of him to post something like that (i see it as bold for both suna and yn)...so i was wondering what type of picture he posted? 👉👈

after so much thinking, even if yn and atsumu were each other’s first love i do think they weren’t mean to be...let’s say the letter incident never happened and reader managed to confess before he asked for yn’s help to write the perfect letter to mika. Atsumu would’ve most likely rejected her bc of his infatuation of the idealisation he had of Mika. said idealisation started to fade when she started to talk to their father and Atsumu started to question what he really liked about mika but alas it was too late when he finally realised he was actually in love with reader bc she was already letting him go

Kaoru...i understand his protectiveness towards his sister(s) but he himself never really knew what was happening in yn (school) life. yeah, sure yn protected everyone from the truth, but how could he not see that during yn’s 2nd year her and atsumu werent that close anymore. Wondering if yn would ever tell kaoru the truth, not the whole story but at least that it was actually atsumu to cause her pain in the 2nd year. how would he react?

last but not least, at the moment this is my suna comfort fic bc im currently reading 4 suna series and 3 of them are kinda angsty 🥴 either bc there’s another girl between suna x yn or bc he himself is kind of a lil bitch

Okay, so the setting for Most Unlikely, please direct your attention to the tiny memo below:

Sooo, in 2016, on both Osamu and Reader's third year in university, they met their respective significant others almost exactly at the same time, because both volleyball and university season start really. Suna and Reader quickly got together 3 months after they got together again, around this time, Osamu was trying to get on his First Love's good side.

Soooo, Suna had a relationship before Osamu, he was months late.

Also, the photo that Osamu saw? It was just of Reader napping against Suna. She was wearing something with thin straps and had her back to the camera, Suna's face was over her shoulders, so it seemed a bit explicit. They didn't start being sexually active until the 4th month mark of them dating.

Reader knows how much Kaoru looks up to Atsumu, so she didn't tell him about what happened. She just said, if you recalled the opening of chapter three, she just said they had a fall out. He might never know about it though.

Thanks so much for the read, sweetpea!

[roughentumble]

ive also had this modern!au knocking around in my head for actual literal months now, the premise of which is ever-shifting, but the consistent points are:

they’re in, like, college i suppose(maybe high school, but i usually say college), and geralt is very like. Grim And Stoic, No One Approaches Him, whereas jaskier is Life Of The Party, Everyone Knows Him, and jaskier gets it into his head he wants to be absolute BFFs with geralt(who secretly has a tiny crush on him from afar). jaskier walks up to him one day, despite his glowering, and asks him if he wants to go see a movie. he agrees, feeling very confused, and jaskier casually says “ok, great! it’s a date”

which. like. makes geralt go OH MY GOD ITS A DATE

and makes jaskier go “ho-hum, simple turn of phrase. excited to hang out with a new friend!”

and like, from there, they go on like. a whole shitton of outtings, and study-dates, and jaskier thinks they are Guys Being Dudes(and secretly has a huge crush on geralt), and geralt fully 100% believes he has a boyfriend

then, on their 6-month anniversary, sick of pining uselessly after geralt(who, again, fully believes they are dating), jaskier gets a date lined up with this gorgeous girl known around campus as “the countess” because she’s. you know. rich and gorgeous. 

he strolls up to geralt, and is like “guess who i have a date with tonight,” and geralt(thinking jaskier’s being coy) is like “oh yeah? who” and jaskier says “the countess” and like

geralt just stands there, shell shocked, trying to keep it cool, fully believing he just got dumped in public on his anniversary by being told his boyfriend has found someone else. 

jaskier fully believes he’s just talking to his buddy about his plans. and geralt masks everything well enough jask doesn’t even notice that he’s like..... critically upset.

so anyway, geralt skips the rest of his classes that day, runs home and just lays on the couch watching shitty movies, until eskel and lambert get back(i guess they live together, dont question it) and are like “hey whats up” and he explains everything, and eskel goes full Comfort Mode while he cries, while lambert is fully and completely prepared to launch into physical actual violence. 

they’re both like “as your brothers, we love you, and also FUCK that guy.” geralt is like “but i want to stay friends :(” and theyre both like “NO.” 

lambert blocks jaskier on geralt’s phone, because a text pops up and he literally starts sobbing all over again, and they both from then on take turns basically walking everywhere on campus with geralt so that if they see jaskier they can encourage him to speedwalk past, while they give some excuse about being “busy”. after, like, a month of radio silence from geralt, and all three of them being Weird at school, jaskier eventually gets fed up and goes straight to their house to talk to them. lambert answers the door, is like “absolutely not” and tries to slam it in his face, and hes like LITERALLY WHAT DO YOU MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOT, IM?? GERALTS FRIEND??? WHAT THE FUCK and geralt’s like awwww shucks lamb, you dont have to be THAT mean, and lamberts like “yes i do, he literally broke up with you in public, and it was a dick move, and you’re still all annoying and sobby about it”

and jaskier, king of putting his foot in his mouth, says “wha-- you thought we were /dating/?” in a way, way more judgemental tone than he meant to, mostly just because he was shocked(and also from his POV they had NOT been dating) which like. ouch. totally sets geralt off again, which means crying on eskel’s shoulder while lambert thoroughly kicks him out

anyway at some point, while lambert and eskel are out but geralt isnt jaskier comes back, and geralt(who really does still want to be friends, ok, hes just kind of a mess right now and his brothers are being really protective) invites jaskier up to his room to talk about things, and he explains their first date(he describes how amazing jaskier looked, and how he tried to get sortve dressed up, and jaskier realizes that geralt had brought him a FLOWER and he feels like a complete dick because its so painfully obvious what geralt thought, in retrospect), and he also explains how he’s bad at reading cues sometimes so he really appreciated how jaskier specified what it was, because he never wouldve understood it was a date otherwise(”oh god oh god oh fuck oh god” jaskier thinks with a growing pit in his stomach “ohhhhh my fucking god”), and that he totally understands that he’s boring and not very good at this and he gets why jaskier would leave him, especially for someone really cool and popular

and jaskier gets to have the very fun conversation of explaining that he literally didnt know any of that. like somehow he didnt pick up on it at all. like, yes, he saw the flowers, and yes geralt you did lend me your jacket when i said i was cold, and i still just did not get that that was what was happening. uh. and also ive been pining for you..... .this whole time..... ostensibly from inside a relationship, sortve. and i literally only went on a date with her to get over YOU. 

and then they like, figure it out and kiss about it(and lambert is NOT happy about it, and is still very much in killmurder mode)

[spideyyystark]

High School Reunion pt. 2 (Harrison Osterfield)

I wake up because of the sound of the tv. I slowly sit up and see my best friend watching her favorite tv show and eating cereal meanwhile.

"Seriously? Couldn't you have waited until I've woken up?" I ask her, looking at her with disbelieve. She turns around and a quick look of guilt flashes over her face.

"Oh, did I wake you up? I didn't want to, sorry." She tells me. I sigh.

"It's okay. But if you want to you can make me breakfast too." I laugh. (Y/BFF/N) looks at me surprised.

"Wow, what happened in your sleep that you're suddenly super happy? Tell me your secrets." She smiles at me, happy that I seem to be okay. But what should I say, I'm an actress. Acting is my job and passion. Obviously I'm still hurt, I mean it's been a night and nobody can heal over night. Well not that I've known.

"I don't know. But I wouldn't say no the pancakes btw." I smirk. (Y/BFF/N) shakes her head laughing and gets up to make me some.

"Thank you!" I shout while she's heading to her kitchen. After I've watched a few minutes of the show which is on I decided to check my phone. Surprised i see that I've got a message from Harrison.

Haz

Hey (Y/N), Are you okay? You and (Y/BFF/N) disappeared yesterday.

I answer him, even though I know it's definitely not a good idea.

(Y/N)

Yeah I'm good, thanks for asking.

After a minute my phone shows me that I got a new notification. I unlock my phone and it's Harrison who texted back.

Haz

Okay, that's good. Actually I wanted to ask if you maybe want to have a drink with me when you've got time. Yesterday we couldn't really finish our little chat.

(Y/N)

Yeah sure, sounds good. When are you free?

What the hell am I doing? I ask myself and really want to unsend that last message.

Haz

What about today? I would pick you up and we could go to Starbucks, just like the old times.

(Y/N)

At 5?

Haz

I'm going to be at your place. See you later.

(Y/N)

Bye

At the exact second you send your last message (Y/BFF/N) enters the room with a plate full of fresh made pancakes.

"Here you go." She says and hands it to you.

"I might have made a mistake." I say slowly.

"Okay? And what?" She asks hesitatingly.

"Maybe, just maybe, I might have agreed to go and have a drink with Harrison?" (Y/BFF/N) looks at me surprised and a little bit amused too?

"How did you ride yourself into this?" She shakes her head but I can see that she's forcing herself not to laugh.

"Well it's interesting to see that my death is funny for you." I say but I smile too, so it's okay.

"And to answer your question Haz texted me and asked me. And to be honest I don't know why I agreed so please do something to get my out if that." I beg her.

"Nope." She says.

"I think it might be good for you to talk with him. To get that whole thing finished, you know? You should tell him why you broke up and how you felt." She sits down next to me and pats my shoulder.

"If you say so." I say but I'm still not sure if it's really a good idea.

"And now, we got to prepare you!" She says and claps excitedly her hands.

"You look great!" (Y/BFF/N) says when I come out of the bathroom where i changed my clothes. We, well SHE, decided that i should dress to impress but it still shouldn't be that striking. Now I'm wearing a black high waisted jeans and a baby pink cropped shirt. I also had to clean my white Nike's because (Y/BFF/N) forced me to do it.

"You want to look nice, don't you?" Was what she kept saying all the time. Now she puts some makeup on my face but not too much, because she says it's better if I go all natural. Well, it would be, if I wouldn't wear all that makeup. I think for myself. After she finishes it she slightly curls my hair.

"And voilá!" She says and puts the curler away. I get up to look in the mirror and I must say that she's done a great job.

"Thank you, (Y/BFF/N)!" I say and hug her tightly. She laughs and hugs me back.

"Anytime." She frees herself out of my grip and escorts me to the door.

"Harrison should be here any minute now. And don't mess it up, okay?" She looks at me and I can see that she really cares about me. How sweet.

"I'll try my best." I assure her and hug her a last time before my phone rings. It's Harrison. (Y/BFF/N) nods to the door and I go out.

There I can see Harrison waiting in his car. I wave awkwardly and get in the passenger seat.

"Hey (Y/N)." He says smiling. He obviously checks me out and then starts the car.

"You look good." I'm really surprised that he checked me out. I mean, he has a girlfriend!

"Uh, thanks. You look not that bad yourself." I tell him and I'm not even wrong with that. Harrison wears a shirt I bought him when we were still in a relationship and normal jeans. We drive in silent and after about 10 minutes we arrive at our old Starbucks. I haven't been there since we broke up because everything reminded me of him.

"Here you go." he says and opens the door for me.

"You know, I can open a door by myself, right?" We walk into the Starbucks and sit down on our usual table. The Starbucks didn't change at all. It has still the same chairs and tables, even the same decoration and employees.

"Am I stupid or didn't this place didn't change over the years?" Harrison asks me and speaks my thoughts.

"I think both." Harrison punches my arm lightly and I laugh.

"What do you want? It's on me." He stands up and waits for me to say what I want.

"You don't have to-" I start but he's interrupting me.

"But I want. Now what do you want?"

Still surprised I tell him my usual Starbucks order and he goes and gets it. After a few minutes he comes back and hands me my cup.

"Thanks." I say and take a sip.

Slowly we start talking and it feels kind of like old times. Well except that he has a girlfriend who isn't me.

"So, how's Chloe?" I ask suddenly.

"Who's Chloe?" Harrison looks at me confused.

"You know, Chloe, your GIRLFRIEND?" I tell him. Harrison face palms.

"Yeah, right, Chloe. She's fine. Can we not talk about her please."

"Why?" Now I am the confused one. Harrison avoids looking at me and plays with the cup in his hand. I raise a eyebrow. Finally Harrison looks up. On his face is a kind of embarrassed look.

"I think I've got to tell you something." He says.

"Okay?" Im not really sure what to expect.

"Well- uh- that's harder than I thought." He stops and takes a deep breath.

"Chloe doesn't exit." He confesses.

"And why did you make her up?" I ask. I'm still not sure what I should think about this.

"To see how you react? And once I mentioned it I couldn't just, I don't know, 'delete' her." He sighs.

"The thing is, I guess I'm still not over you. I understand when you don't want to date me again, you're the one who broke up with me and I never knew why." Now he looks so sad, a bit like a lost puppy. Oh how much I'd want to hug him now.

"I broke up with you because you were never at home. You were always with Tom and when you've been there you went away a few days later again. And I just couldn't live like this anymore." I don't look at him while I'm saying this.

"(Y/N)." Harrison says softly and causes me to look up at him. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I guess I didn't want you to stop traveling because of me. You loved going with Tom and I didn't want you to choose between him and I."

Tears start forming in my eyes but I force myself not to cry.

"Maybe, and only if you want to, we could start over?" Harrison asks and looks at me waiting for my answer.

"But what about the traveling? It would end like last time."

"You could travel with us! Tom wouldn't mind and unless you don't have to shot something you can always come with us." Harrison says excited.

"In that case, I'd love to start over." I smile at him.

[kuroos-babie]

KuQui Headcanons

KICKING OFF #HBDCHIQUI WITH THIS YALL HAD THIS COMING I WARNED YOU NOW LET ME LOVE MY MAN

warning: disgusting romance and affection and kuqui being stupid

[ how we met ]

during our first year, i would be classmates with yakkun and we’d be bffs right off the bat

so i’d be part of their little group hehehe

yknow how yakkun and kuroo would always bicker right? we, the shorties, would always pick a fight with kuroo 2v1

but when kuroo fights back he’ll always target me bec hahahaha it’s just so easy to piss me off and get under my skin :D

so of course he takes advantage of that bec he’s a lil shit

but i will fight back >:( always a smack on his chest or his lower back

it’ll be like a Thing between us yknow

always play fighting and skinning each other’s knees 😌😌

[ confession ]

so this dumbass thought i like kai or yakkun

bec im always so affectionate with them but act like a fucken gremlin towards him >:)

but it’s bec whenever i try to show some ✨Affection✨ he:) always points it tf out and i would get :) painfully shy :)

loves to mess with me so he’d drop compliments and flirty comments bec he knows that i would Combust On The Spot :D

segway: my friends found out that if they call me cute while im play fighting with them i would get weak and flustered and just stop annoying the shit out of them haha

u bet this dumbass figured it out too and exploits it whenever he can >:(

when he decided to finally confess his undying love for me little crush he thought he’d at least get a good laugh out of my reaction even if he gets rejected

but surprise surprise 😌😌i like a dummy back😌😌

[ dates ] 

our dates aren’t like Date dates per se,,

we’ll always just study in our fav little cafe and call it a date

we’d quiz each other while exchanging banter and sharing food (tf that’s my fav thing ever pls i need that rn)

some dates are just us walking around somewhere looking for food to eat and just talk and show each other funny shit we saw on the internet

and some dates are just us lounging on the bed or the sofa, watching cooking videos and weird documentaries 

anytime and anywhere we’re together is p much a date so :DDD

[ how we show affection ]

as an Affectionate Babie 😌😌

he doesn’t mind me being sweet with yakkun or kai

bec we’re Bros, ya feel?

but when it gets a lil too much, he’ll pull me to the side and just wrap his whole entire body around me

loves sitting me down on his lap and just snuggles on to me while i do my stuff

also boops my nose all the gotdamb time >:(((

squishes my cheeks and kneads them like dough

also tolerates my shit all the time

even when i bite :D

i’d be biting his fingers, the base of his thumb, his cheeks, his shoulders

SJKDFSKDHFSD IM JUST SO GIGIL OKAY (idk what it is in english but it’s basically when you feel the overwhelming urge to squish something bec it’s too cute and lovely hhh)

when i bite i leave smol kisses and he just :’)

loves playing with each other’s hands and pressing kisses on the fingertips, palms, wrists, knuckles JUST EVERYWHERE

i very selfishly headcanon him to have Physical Touch as his love language so it’s how we show affection most of the time

but also Words of Affirmation and Quality Time :’D

[ random stuff ]

i am a very sleepy person in general and i get kinda grumpy when im sleepy

so when im feeling like needing a nap i would just lean on his shoulder and have a Quick Nap

he’d always have a hand on the side of my head to keep me from slipping

i would sometimes take his hand and lay my cheek down on it and space tf out

i told u idk how he tolerates my shit

his gallery is just full of extreme close-up shots of my face

his homescreen is one of those pics lmao

we dont have a decent picture of each other in our phones let’s be real

all aesthetic pics are taken by kai 😌😌ily man

he keeps extra hair ties on his wrist, pockets and wallet just in case i forgot mine

also extra lipbalm bec ur girlie has a propensity to pick at the skin of her lips until it’s bleeding so she can have no chapped lips 😌😌

i’d have a ton of lipbalm flavors so i’ll just ask him “what flavor of kiss u trying to have today?”

his choices: peach, strawberry, coconut, mango, cake

we always share clothes!!

mine are always oversized so they fit him just right

loves wearing my shirts bec they smell like peaches and vanilla

he’d be my harshest critic esp when it comes to cooking

i’d let him taste everything i cook and make him tell me exactly what i need to work on

it’s always “too much salt” or “undercooked” :(((( im trying 

we don’t mind spending some time apart since we regularly update each other what we’re up to 

wears black shirts when he’s trying to be Sexc bec this mfer knows how damn well it works on me >:(((

i would always talk about how much i hate him and how i wanna punch him in the face and kick his stupid shins

but he just laughs at me bec im saying all those while snuggling up his chest and making him pet my hair

you’d always catch us playing something like Wordscapes or Criminal Case, sometimes those hand games like thumb wrestling or ketchup

comes with me to all hospital appointments (i go every 3 weeks) and takes care of me when i get admitted (like twice a year lmao)

we’d live together after high school and just forget to get married bec we are a Pair of Dummies  😌😌

if uve reached this point, pls collect ur free kiss and a cat pic in my inbox mwa!!

[rickyxginaa]

Skate Park

a/n: hello everyone !! it’s currently 3:04 a.m. but i had this idea for a while and i just had to write it out. tbh this was planned to be a one shot but i think maybe it could be a 2-3 part kind of thing??? but if this flops, im going to pretend i never posted it

*****

“He’s not going to come.”

Gina just finished putting her beanie onto her curly hair as she looked over at EJ in the driver’s seat. “What are you talking about?” She knew exactly what he was talking about but chose to play dumb instead. EJ rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the guy who you’ve been not so secretly crushing on for the past couple of months. You know, the one who plays guitar and only wears Vans. Ringing any bells?”

Of course EJ knew about Gina’s love for Ricky, even if she didn’t quite realize it herself. After she moved in with his cousin Ashlyn, the two have become very close friends, which was a surprise to everyone. Ever since he’s learned from his past self that the world doesn’t revolve around him, EJ has become much more observant.

For instance, Seb and Carlos finally met each other’s families and are doing better than ever, Kourtney’s joined choir and preparing to take on Stephanie for class president and lastly, Ricky and Nini’s relationship which seems to be falling apart by the seams.

“I am not here for Ricky, EJ. We rarely ever talk to each other.” Gina’s heart ached knowing that her and Ricky went from talking everyday to a simple head nod while passing each other in the hallways. She knows he’s with Nini now, but did that mean they had to cut each other off entirely? She missed the way he used to sing to her, the inside jokes, the way they just got each other. The teenage girl assumed that whatever they had was completely over, she sometimes worried if they ever had anything to begin with.

“Oh, so you’re not making me take you to the skate park almost every Saturday night to rekindle your friendship with Ricky?” Unfortunately, EJ knew Gina more than she could handle. So naturally, she avoided his question.

“You don’t have to drive me here, I can literally walk from Ashlyn’s.”

“I don’t want you walking alone at night, it’s not safe.”

“EJ, we live in Salt Lake City. The only thing unsafe around here is your singing.” The two started to laugh as EJ gently pushed her.

“Besides, I’m a big girl. I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, make sure to remember that the next time you ask me to kill a spider for you.”

“Whatever asshole, I’ll see you in a few hours.” Gina hopped out of the car with her black and purple skateboard, ignoring whatever EJ called out to her as she walked away. Their conversation lingered in her mind as she pulled her helmet out of her bag. She may be better than your average skateboarder but she wasn’t quite fond of cracking her skull open anytime soon.

“Not so secretly crushing on” ... was she that obvious? She’d been putting an immense amount of effort in trying to suppress her feelings for Ricky as soon as she found out he got back together with Nini. Whether that meant skipping out on group hangouts in Big Red’s basement knowing the curly haired boy would be there or sitting with EJ and his senior friends at lunch because she couldn’t stand the sight of Ricky’s arm around Nini at their table. 

Gina shook her head. No wonder he started distancing himself from her, she’s been doing the exact same thing to him.

Luckily, she still has the rest of her friends to lean on. She lives with Ashlyn and EJ is pretty much always at the house, so one thing led to another and an automatic power trio they were. After learning Big Red beautifully tap dances, she convinced him to take classes with her at her dance studio. Carlos and her share a passion for theater so it was only inevitable for them to reach BFF status. She even visits Seb’s farm from time to time and if that doesn’t show how much she’s grown then ask the multiple pairs of shoes she’s voluntarily ruined by stepping in mud and dirt.

“Gina?” A familiar voice interrupted her train of thought. She looked up and locked eyes with the boy whose name stayed on her mind day and night.

“H-Hey Ricky. What are you doing here?” He chuckled, making Gina’s heart skip a beat.

“I should be asking you the same thing. I thought I was the skateboarder in this friendship.” Although surprised, Ricky couldn’t be more glad to see the girl in front of him. He can’t even recall the last time they spoke more than two sentences to each other so he hoped that this was the chance for them to catch up.

“Well you were, but then you stopped showing up. So now, l’m king of the skate park.” Gina grinned from ear to ear feeling proud of herself. Her bright smile made the butterflies erupt in his stomach, a feeling he had long forgotten. Him and Nini have been arguing for weeks now and everything between them has changed.

The daily phone calls stopped, every time they do talk it somehow ends up in a disagreement , and even when they kiss or hold hands, it doesn’t compare to the feeling he just experienced. It’s like they don’t fit anymore, the passion has disappeared. Was it his fault? Should he just give up? The whole childhood best friends to lovers fantasy felt like a huge joke to him now. Nonetheless, he knew having these thoughts were wrong considering he was still in fact, dating the girl he’s known since kindergarten.

“Um, yeah. I’ve been busy with school and all the musicals and stuff. I actually only came here tonight because Nini and I just got into a big fight.” He nervously said while rubbing the back of his neck, one of his many habits.

“Oh my gosh, Ricky. I’m so sorry, do you want to talk about it?” Gina took a step towards him, allowing Ricky to catch a whiff of her jasmine-scented perfume. Some things never change, Ricky thought as he reminisced of one particular weekend where Gina dragged him to their local mall to shop for clothes and stock up on any and everything that Bath & Body Works sold that was jasmine-scented. The only downside was that she thought it would be funny to spray perfume on his sweatshirt multiple times. Ricky didn’t mind but he ended up giving her his hoodie since the fragrance was a little bit too strong for his liking. He wondered if she still had it...

“Don’t be, its not your fault. But actually I’d rather not think about it. Kinda need a distraction.”

Gina nodded in understanding and an awkward silence fell among them. The urge to reach out and wrap her arms around him was so intense she had to clasp her hands together for restraint. She knew it wasn’t her place to comfort him, especially after weeks of no communication whatsoever. But that doesn’t make it any less harder for her to ignore the absolute pain in his eyes. If it was a distraction he wanted, then it’s a distraction he’ll get. She picked up her skateboard.

“Then you came to the right place my friend. Come on, let’s go see if you still live up to your reputation. Unless, of course, you’re scared of being shown up the one and only Gina Porter.” 

Ricky’s mood began to change, feeling lighter than he did moments before. That’s what Gina did best, she always managed to make him feel better no matter the circumstances.

“Nah, you’re not that scary.”

[ladybugsfanfics]

Shut Up And Kiss Me [11/?]

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Style: Multichapter

WC: 2k

Warnings: mention of blackout, exstreme awkwardness, 

Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with. 

A/N: aaaa, i have been so absent, I know. This has taken forever, but now I can promise you I’m gonna be back. Not only will this, hopefully be updated more often (I have inspiration), but I also got like a ton of writing mojo (wrote 4k words yesterday) and a Loki!Piarate au is soon done and i have other shits, my requests are becoming easier though turns out they’re getting long. Anyways, I hope this can please you and I hope to be able to post more in the coming time. I love you all so much ^_^ P.S. it’s close to christmas and a christmas party... ;)

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You can’t place the feeling. Not really. All you know is that something feels… off. Wrong. 

It’s Sunday, three days since halloween and you met Emma’s friends. Even though that was fun and all, the night could have been better had you stuck with the people you know. Not only would you be able to continue to get Tom being nice (which had your heart race a mile a minute), but you could also, maybe, have more fun seeing as you wouldn’t panic everytime you said something. 

However, three days later, something feels off. You’re not even sure if it has anything to do with Halloween (if it has anything to do with Tom lending you his coat because you were barely dressed in your costume),  or if it has something to do with the fact that you have no recollection of what you did last night. 

All you know is that something is not as it should be. 

You try to shake off the feeling and reach for your phone, where it lies on your nightstand. The clock on it reads 07.39 AM and you curse your annoying drunk self for always making sure you wake up early―it’s not that you go to bed early, no rather late actually (like you gotta stay up ‘til at least 3 AM), but more that whenever you do get drunk, you actually fall asleep right away and you actually sleep. Maybe that’s the cure. 

Despite wanting to continue your slumber, you decide to get up. Maybe you can figure out what’s giving you this feeling of something being amiss. 

One slightly wrong, though not that surprising, thing lies on your couch. Y/BFF/N has their face half planted in one of your pillows, though the angle works for them to breathe. One arm hangs loosely off the couch and their legs have tangled themselves in a blanket, where one is thrown over the back of the couch. You have no idea how that can be comfortable, and you bet they’ll tell you how much they regret it when they wake up. 

Yet, you know that’s not the feeling that haunts you. Seeing your best friend crashing on your couch is not a rare sight, though it is becoming rarer as time passes. 

Nothing is amiss in your apartment. Everything where you left it when you went out last night, even the now half-full bottle of wine you opened before leaving that sits on your countertop. 

The mystery continues, but the answers are not in your apartment. One thing’s for sure, you’re not about to go out and find out. 

Before you decide to check any messages or notifications, you find a glass, fill it with water and down it in seconds. Pulling your head back you become aware of the ache in it, and with the water helping you clear your mind a little, the pounding slowly creeps into a loud drum. 

Okay, so you’re not getting away from being hungover. Good to know. 

Not being able to focus with the drums really taking off in your head, you rush to the bathroom and find aspirin. You take two and swallow them with another glass of water. It’s gonna take a little while before they help so you slide down the bathroom wall and sit there to let yourself ease into the beating that keeps interrupting your thoughts. 

It feels like it takes forever, but when you check the clock, the pounding starts to wind down a little after more or less fifteen minutes. You don’t have the energy to get up from the warmth of the bathroom floor, so you continue to sit as you open your phone. 

You have three snaps, five messenger texts, two texts and eleven missed phone calls. The phonecalls belong to three people; three from Tom (your heart skips a beat at the thought that he thinks of you), six from Benedict, and surprisingly, two from Chris. 

The two texts are one message of having voicemails (three), and one message from Tom; I heard from Benedict. He’s worried, are you okay? - Tom. You ignore it, making a note to reply and listen to the voicemails after checking messenger and snap. 

It takes three seconds to regret checking snap. Two of the snaps are from people you have no idea who are, but who you probably added last night. The last one is a video of you from Y/BFF/N embarrassing yourself to the nth degree on the dance floor. You know they saved it, and you know there is no point in asking to delete it―no matter what, you know they won’t post it anywhere. 

In a state of shock, checking messenger becomes more automated that anything else. You read the messages; one with a similar name to one of the snap usernames that you ignore and delete the friend request seeing as the message itself is not one you want; one that’s from a groupchat with you, Y/BFF/N and another mutual friend that you don’t see that often as they live abroad, but whom you trust fully and therefore has replied to your drunk texts about wanting to fuck a certain person whose name shall not be mentioned; three texts from Chris asking what’s going on, if you’re okay and if there’s anything he can do to help. You only reply to Chris’s by asking why he wonders, saying yes and asking him if he knows anything about what happened last night―you do not admit to having no memory of the evening. 

Waiting for a reply you listen to the voicemails. All three are from Benedict; one he sounds mad in, one he sounds worried in, and one he threatens to call the police and tell them that you’re missing and that you might be in danger―it feels a little weird not knowing if that actually happened. 

You sigh, blowing your hair so it falls in your face. Well, well, gotta keep searching. 

In the living room, Y/BFF/N lies in the same position as before. You ignore them, instead focusing on the low rumble from your stomach. 

Hopefully, some food will help clear the mystery. 

The food itself doesn’t help. However, the replies from Chris does. 

Chris: asking because you seemed very drunk and i wanted to know you’re okay, good that you are, and no, i don’t know since you never really gave me anything to go on

You: okay, well, there are no other messages between us, anything I did to alert you??

Chris: uhh, no, actually it was Tom that called me

You: Tom?? Hiddleston?? The dude who I teach with?? 

Chris: yeah… i was surprised too, maybe talk to him?

You: yeah, im gonna 

Of course, that’s what you tell Chris. You know, with every ounce of your body, that you will not pick up the phone and either text or call him because you know that that would be the death of you. 

You will wait, as long as you can, to ask Tom why he called Chris. The thought of it alone just has that feeling of wrongness expand. You shake it off, put away your phone and return your attention to your food. 

 --

Going into work on Monday is not on your list of fun activities, but it is something you have to do. You suppose it would have been on your list of fun if not for the looming conversation you need to have with a certain professor. 

It takes little time after your first class to meet him. Usually, your schedules don’t coincide but you guess the universe isn’t on your side today. 

“Hi.” Tom purses his lips and puts his hands in his pockets. 

You nod. “Hi.”

“How was your weekend?” he asks. 

“It was good,” you say and nod. “You know what, I can’t really talk right now. Catch you later?” You shoot him a pained smile and hurry away before Tom can answer. There is no way you’ve ever been in a more awkward situation (and the worst part is that you don’t even know what it is that made it awkward―what the fuck did you say?!). 

You try not to think too hard about it as you make your way back to your office. With two hours of office time, you can get back to focusing on your research project and get your mind off Saturday night and your possibly very embarrassing utterance to Tom. 

God, what the fuck did you say?

It takes a solid five minutes for your mind to rush back to what’s been circling around the last twenty-four hours. 

“Okay, you know what?” you say out loud to the silence of your office. It does not reply back. However, in the need to say it out loud, you act as if it did. “I have to just ask. I’m gonna go to wherever he currently is and I’m gonna ask what I said and I’m gonna cut right to the chase and it’s gonna be alright. It’s gonna be okay. It’s probably not as bad as I think it is.” 

However, you don’t get up. It’s like you’re glued to your chair and no matter how much the nerves in your brain tells your legs to get up, they don’t move. 

For two hours, you just sit there. Almost so you’re late to class even. 

 --

“We’re doing a what?” 

Both you and Tom frown at Dean McHallan who, though with a slight roll of his eyes, nods. “You’re going to a conference in Scotland. I know it’s sudden and it seems weird, but they specifically asked for you two to speak.”

You raise a brow. “They asked for us to speak about what exactly? Do I have to prepare some kind of presentation or something now because, honestly, I’m not ready for that.” 

“They asked for you both to speak on team-teaching creative writing. They wanted input from your students as well so during the week now, ask them some questions that you can quote them on. And they wanted you, Y/N, to speak on your research project as they find it interesting and they weirdly enough hadn’t thought about it before. They would love to hear how you’re going about it.” 

Your mind races as you nod along to his words. What are you supposed to do? Say no, nope, you can’t do that. You literally have no choice because he’s already said you’re going and McHallan makes the final decisions and he also knows neither of you really have anything that important going on currently. 

“Okay, I guess we’re going to Scotland next week.” You’ve always wanted to go so maybe it’s an opportunity you should take anyway. 

“It’s settled then. Tom?”

The literature professor nods. “I can’t argue with your reasoning so I guess we’re going. I have some inquiries. Accomodations? Travel? Food? And when?”

McHallan hands each of you a piece of paper. “You will be in the same hotel, though different rooms. I think they’ll be just across from each other or something. You’ll fly there on wednesday morning, together, and have all wednesday evening to settle in and make the last preparations and so on. Food will be accounted for unless you eat above budget. There are breakfast and dinner included at the hotel, and lunch is served with the conference. If you eat anything outside of that it will be out of your own pocket. The schedule for the conference is on the back of that paper and the information you need about your flights just under there.”

You nod, going over the paper as McHallan talks and making different mental notes. Some of those make no sense, and one of them is ‘get trapped somewhere so you have to ask Tom what you did on Saturday’, though you’re afraid that one might be the hardest one to see through with.

[midastouches]

why i love long live (2010)

i really could break this down line by line but i will not micha this is for u honey enjoy <3

Long Live

I had this best guy friend, since like sixth grade. We really only became friends because he started dating my best girl friend and i actually dated his best friend for like a solid two weeks because well, sixth grade relationships :) ANYwho, me and this bgf would talk a lot because we spent a lot of time together because of my bff/his girlfriend. Anywho, eventaully our conversations got really deep and I developed a huge huge crush on him that I couldn’t admit because well, he was dating my best friend.

flash forward a few years later when i finally actually have my own phone and can talk to him, he and my best friend go through this huge messy breakup that essentially means I have to pick a side and can never talk to the other one. I pick the boy that this point i’ve had a crush on for four? years at this point of my best friend (this is actually one of my biggest regrets, and yes, me and girl bff made up later that year on valentines day wow im so bisexual woo)

we end up getting super close, and we talk a lot. i learn that he used to cut himself, except he would do it on his back so no one could see. i would tell him about how much i hate my body, how uncomfortable it makes me and how much i hate eating and gaining weight. we would talk about our depression and the things we hated about high school, and I really though he would fall for me, I did. 

He didn’t. 

I learned about his new girlfriend later that day at a winter strength and speed session. She was blonde, blue eyes, and i somehow convinced myself that she was essentially going to be someone he dated until I turned sixteen and would be able to date him. I recognize now how utterly stupid that was of me just to assume that, assume someone’s feeling were only a placeholder. 

Anyway, high school goes on, and we’re still super close, but there’s now a buffer. I turn sixteen, he and this girl still date. He turns sixteen. They still date. My anorexia gets even worse and my junior years goes to shit. I find it in myself that I can’t talk to him, I can’t be that girl who obsesses over someone elses. So, I simply start to remove myself from him for my own well-being. I put my feelings for in a denial mode and I start to flirt with other people, other boys that make me think I’m moving on, but I’m not. 

Because everytime I get a text or a snapchat from him, my whole face lights up and I know I’m fucked. 

And to my credit, I was not othe only one trying to convince myself he felt something for me. Countless other people in my high school shipped us, countless other people could tell I had a crush on him and they would tell me all the ways they could tell he secretly liked me. It made the narrative continue and my feelings for him were still buried. I couldn’t tell him, I wouldn’t tell him. I was not going to jeopardize our friendship, his relationship with his girlfriend all because I had a dumb crush on him. I just kept thinking it’ll go away, it’ll go away. 

It didn’t, but again, let’s go into the denial phase. 

Hit senior year. We barely talk now except for in person stuff, mainly because I’m trying to convince myself that he doen’t care about me at all. We’re both in cross country though so August hits and I see him eevery day. Except that I think the crush has faded a bit, and I’ve got this other guy I’m talking to, one who makes me feel seen and compliments me and is just overall an amazing guy. Septemeber passes by, now I have a boyfriend and there’s homecing nominations coming up. He gets nominated, I get nominated. I joke to my boyfriend that I’m not going to win, I’m not part of the popular crowd. He bets that I will win. 

This boy texts me in class later that month, after everyone’s voted and now the boy and girl our paired. He send a photo with the pairings and oh look, we’re paired together. All I can think is fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. There’s a ton of homecoming events, lots of pictures, and we’ll be in every single one of them together. 

(also one of the dress up days for homecoming that week is goth day and he gets smudged eyeliner put on him and i just about lose it)

spring forward to the pep rally and we’re all down there, facing eachother, me holding a rose covered in foil and tape with about a dozen other couples surrounding us. I’m looking at him, he’s looking at me. 

They finally tell us to unravel the roses and i can’t. i’m struggling. just about every other girl has their rose unwrapped  but I don’t hear any screaming yet, no winner has been declared. I’m looking at him and he’s got a damn smirk on his face watching me struggle when I finally get. The homecoming queen is announced when she is holding a red rose. 

As I finally get the foil off and stare at the rose in shock, I realize it’s as red as sin. The whole gymansium goes up in a roar of celebration and all the sudden he’s hugging me so tight tight tight and I’m hugging him back just as tight but we’re being pulled from eachother and the other girls who lost are hugging me and I glance back and he’s just go this huge smile on my face and 

holy shit we won. holy fuck shit. we aren’t popular in the way the others were. we were just a rag tag team of a girl and boy and we fucking won. 

we’re crowned king and queen and the entire time long live by taylor swift is stuck in my head. 

the photos of us are gorgeous. the candids, the staged. our crowns. 

and everytime i look back at them i just think of this: 

I said remember this moment In the back of my mind The time we stood with our shaking hands The crowds in stands went wild We were the kings and the queens And they read off our names The night you danced like you knew our lives Would never be the same You held your head like a hero On a history book page It was the end of a decade But the start of an age

flash foward to today. We don’t really talk at all. Occasionally I see him on a run, or at his work. Occasionally we’ll see eachother around, but it’s never awkward. He always brings the same grin to my face that makes me wonder if he ever knew. 

I still love to look at the photos. Every smile, every laugh. 

I think I’ll be in love with him forever. I think that a part of my heart will always belong to him, and I don’t think he’ll ever know. But I hope that sometimes, just sometimes I linger a bit too long in his mind as well. 

Hold on to spinning around Confetti falls to the ground May these memories break our fallCan you take a moment Promise me this: That you'll stand by me forever But if God forbid fate should step in And force us into a goodbye If you have children someday When they point to the pictures Please tell them my name Tell them how the crowds went wild Tell them how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life with you

This is why Long Live is one of my favorite songs. It provides this amazing narrative for me to relate one of the greatest people who have ever touched my life. As far as I’m aware, he doesn’t have tumblr, so he’ll never actually see this, but yeah, that’s kinda it. if you read this far, tysm and I hope you have an amazing day <3

and for one moment a band of thieves and ripped up jeans got to rule the world.