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bubbleddisasters · 7 months ago

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Since Y’all liked the last one, heres something somewhat similar:

TWST Characters as funny / random ass moments with my friends/family

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Ace : A good friend of mine made an entire Cards against Humanity Deck including us, and we played it at like 4 am.

Also, one of my closest childhood friends of now 11 years, the way we first met was he insulted me, and then thirty minutes later I peeked at his notebook while he was drawing (our beds were next to eachother) recognized Sans from a meme, and then managed to bullshit through an entire conversation about Undertale without him suspecting I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about.

I made a joke about it a little less then a year ago, thinking he knew by now, but no. He looks at me and the conversation goes:

“Are you telling me our entire first interaction was you just fucking improvising through a discussion of a fandom you didn’t know shit about?”

“Wait you didn’t know?”

“NO?!”

“You genuinely believed that I knew what I was talking about then for 10 years?!?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

Deuce: I was biking with my sister, and she accidentally biked straight into a fucking lake. Also when my dad looked me dead in the eye after receiving one of my graded tests and goes

“How the fuck do you answer Maine four times on different questions and be wrong for all four times.”

Bonus Adeuceyuu combo: Me and two of my childhood friends once linked together to grab something we saw in a river, turns out it was just a broken fishing rod.

Also another on me and the above two friends meeting: The first thing one of them did was insult me, and I genuinely have zero memory of how I met the other.

Basically, we met at a sleepaway camp as kids, and for some reason, our sleepaway camp had some wackass shit, but one of them was this game. I don’t remember the name of it, but you had to go in groups of 3-4 and tie ribbons around each staff tent/cabinside without getting caught (and keep in mind each campsite and Cabins were very spread apart) at midnight, and the first to return to the cafeteria, where the staff were waiting, and did so after tying them all, on won.

Kids age 12-17, in the middle of fuck knows where in the woods Long Island, running around in the dark unsupervised with only any light bringing items they brought themselves.

So me, and we’ll call them C and M, teamed up. It’d take too long to go into full detail, but it was a very Prologue Mines fused with Camp Vargas core adventure.

Bonus First year gang in general : Me and three friends were waiting for something I genuinely don’t remember in an abandoned dorm area and got extremely bored, and one of them could do a perfect Donald Duck impression, and another a really good goofy, and this somehow led to us having a fake reality tv show verbal bitchfight as Donald, Goofy, Mickey and Minnie for a solid hour. We all regretted not recording it.

Cater: My friend from Wales entirely forgot about the existence of timezones and called me in the middle of my history class. Her ringtone at the time was just a clip of her screaming “Bread”.

How my teacher didn’t figure out who’s phone it was is beyond me.

Trey : Made Russian Roulette Spilt Cupcakes for a large group of my friends, and one is allergic to strawberries, while another’s favorite is, so I very specifically placed the strawberry filled one on the complete other side of the table with the intention of slipping it in after she picked her two.

Some fucking how, she ended up with the Strawberry one, which I had tied with a bow (basically the ones with bows mean they contain an allergen, and the color is the allergen. Ex: Strawberry was BRIGHT FUCKING PINK.) I’m to this day not exactly sure how, but my best guess is she traded hers with whoever originally got the Strawberry one before we ate.

Luckily, I told her partner, who had been my baking partner in crime and convinced me to add in the strawberry after I said it might be a bad idea, to bring two epi pens just incase.

Riddle : I am around 5’3, and I had a friend (?) who was 6’2-3 in middle school. We had almost the blatant definition of a Floyd and Riddle Dynamic, but he’d out of the blue be extremely sweet to me (kinda like that comic in the anthology), only on days I was going through shit. When I tell you I genuinely thought I was hallucinating when he did though-

Also, I yelled at him for nailing, yes, NAILING, a flag on the ceiling reading :”el sábado es para los chicos” (Saturday is for the boys) In the fucking Spanish classroom. Since nobody was as tall as him and the janitors didn’t notice it, it was there for like a week.

Che’nya : My friend and I have an ongoing inside joke where whenever we spot the other through a window in the hallway, we text the other “behind you” or “to your__”

Leona : I brought a pillow with a silk pillow case (gift from my mom) to a sleepover once, and my friend went “You trust leaving me in the room with this?” and I genuinely responded “Its a pillow, why wouldn’t I trust you.” entirely forgetting that Silk can be pretty expensive.

I felt so bad bro.

Ruggie : My friend once dared me to get a one plate of everything during a party. I misinterpreted this and brought a mostly to full plate of each thing, including water bottles.

Turns out they meant balance one of everything on a single plate.

I did not, infact, return the seven brownies, four cupcakes, two cookies, twelevish tangerines, popcorn and god knows how many grapes, but everything else was returned or snatched by friends.

Jack: My friend was throughly convinced she knew where she was going when we got lost outside at one of the biggest malls in fucking America, and we ended up walking a good 4/6th of the perimeter before finding the target (the store, we were still fucking lost) , which we called her mom to pick us up at.

Bonus: My friend, a few dormmates and I were at Starbucks and this random woman comes up to my friend and goes “Hey, they got my order wrong, want my drink?” and I was literally trying to give him this face of “BAD IDEA”. Yea so he ignored the obvious and drank the whole fucking thing and was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day. (This one could also work for Jamil I suppose.)

Floyd : I was once walking with a friend of mine and jokingly said Trees are giant salads.

This motherfucker breaks off a branch of the nearest tree, takes a fatass bite, drops it, and goes “I want a refund.”

Jade : Randomly got interrogated my mushroom hunters—-

(I kind you the fuck not, MUSHROOM. HUNTERS. Basically, they go out to hunt/find/ forage for rare mushrooms. Atleast thats what they told us?! I wasn’t paying much attention, I was busy petting their dog tbh)

—While camping, my friend and I had zero clue what they were talking about, so she just pointed in a random direction and they thanked us and left.

The same friend also introduced me to mica, but always called them Mermaid Scales, and we more than once walked around in the water looking for them, I was the only one that would literally stop mid-trail to pick some up though. I have a massive collection.

Also she never let me live down the fact I once trapped myself in my tent with fucking dental floss overnight just to see if I could, then couldn’t undo it in the morning, and our adult / guide / trying to keep us alive person had to cut me out with a knife.

Azul : This one very specific time as a kid I was talking to two identical twins, who were standing on each side of me, wearing the same outfits but color reversed, and nearly had an internal breakdown trying to remember which was which, so I just did verbal gymnastics around using their names.

We later literally spent two hours fighting for ours lives together and I shit you not I STILL COULDNT REMEMBER THEIR FUCKING NAMES.

Kalim : Went shopping with my badass grandma and somehow left with a Second Hand Valentino (the brand) dress for $50 and a free bracelet one of the employees gave me because ….I actually don’t know.

Also, I got trapped on a really high up indoor water slide with my sister because the water entirely stopped (we learned later the water machine tied to that ride blew up) , and where we were was like a weird slope like between two drops. We couldn’t get back up, and going down was too risky without water bcs we could go splat.

There was like a window ish on the ride, so like a smart 8 year old, I start calling for help at the top of my lungs. My sister (10) also did this. There was this guy who I guess heard us that we nicknamed Chad because he looked like the most stereotypical 2000’s beach movie love interest lifeguard and was dramatically looking around for where the voices were coming from but NEVER LOOKED UP??

Anyway, My sister got us out in the end because she found a hatch and managed to open it, and I shit you not there was a spiral staircase with a gigantic fucking sign reading “DO NOT CLIMB STAIRCASE.”

So obviously, my sister chucks me across the gap onto the staircase and then jumps over herself, and we end up spending another 40 minutes after that fiasco trying to find our parents while i’m pretty sure Chad was trying to find us.

After the 40 minutes we just assumed we were now orphans and went back to where we left our keycard and low and behold our parents had just come back from wherever they had fucked off to.

Also Chad found us and felt super bad, and bought us a smore cake?!? Someone throw him back in time to be his destined role as an extra in Teen Beach Movie. The cake was great though, but that was one hell of an 8th birthday lmao.

Jamil : My friend from India (jokily) Divorced me after my dumbass asked her if Chai was an ingredient used in Chai Tea.

Spoiler Alert : Chai IS THE TEA. Apparently, asking for Chai Tea is the equivalent of saying “Can I have some Tea Tea please.”

Yea safe to say I felt real stupid in that moment.

Epel : My sister once locked me in the bathroom so she could test her new makeup on me. She left for one second and I kid you not I snuck out of the window.

Random bonus : Me and my cousins for some reason ended up roughhousing outside after one of our older cousins weddings, and I judo flipped a whole ass 17 year old man at age 12 and I felt so powerful in that moment.

Also If you saw about the ranch in the previous post, me that gang had an anonymous cookie provider who would leave us two tins of fresh cookies every day around 12ish pm, usually behind the kitchen or outside the equipment shack.

Yes, we tried to catch them once, No, we didn’t succeed. Also nobody wanted to risk loosing cookie privileges, so we didn’t try again.

Rook: Once scared the living shit out of my online friend by texting him “I am now several miles closer to your location.” . He lives in South America, and I happened to be in Florida with a friend, so I thought i’d be funny.

Vil : I was going to a cosplay convention with a friend, and instead of bringing like a normal amount of makeup, my indecisive ass brought basically a whole suitcase worth of it.

Also won a costume competition at my boarding school for Halloween, and wasn’t even aware there was a competition until the year after, when a good half or more of my dormmates asked me to do their makeup because they’d heard I was really good at it.

Idia: Ok, so, long story, but my friend invited me and two mutual friends to see Sweeney Todd on Broadway w/ the og cast. However, I was the only one who didn’t know we were going anywhere, because he thought his mom told my dad we were going to see Sweeney Todd, while my dad thought my friend told me, but also he was suspiciously alluding to it, maybe unintentionally

So I show up in a blue hoodie with a bad pun on it, mildly ripped sweatpants, mismatched socks and bright rainbow crocs. Not very “going to watch a musical about cannibalism and Serial Killers” attire. But it gets worse.

So around the 3/4ths into the first act is when I usually get snacks at musicals or plays, since they’re usually just finished setting up and theres no line, so I’m in and out and don’t miss much.

Well, I did that as usual, and its important to know we had front row balcony seats, because…

I slipped on my friends playbill on the way to my seat, and my fucking left croc went flying down into the seats below us, and hit an older woman in the head right at Sweeney did the first oofing, and the stage lights go red for a moment in this scene.

I felt so bad, and was literally too embarrassed to go get the shoe myself, so one of my friends got it for me. Apparently the lady thought it was somewhat funny (thank fucking goodness)

Ortho : My sister and I were biking once, and found out some reason the coats we had (school merch from field day I think). had the biggest fucking hidden pockets known to man.

So the next time we went out, she for some reason decided to put our dads entire laptop in there.

Also bonus: My friend once invited me over to their house to help with their costume, and when I came over, the costume was literally a gigantic trash can. No, not the actual object, They were literally making a giant trashcan costume.

I helped but still remained mildly confused in the process.

Malleus : I had a good friend who lived next to a graveyard, and sometimes we would just go on nice walks in the graveyard.

Lilia: Another Wilderness one: We were making Pasta, and one of the guys in our group was playing with a large thing of moss, tripped, and the moss got into the fucking pasta.

One guide said “Nature Consequence, we can still eat it” while the other screamed they were going to get fired.

Also, me and a friend were singing bo-burnham on a hike, and for some reason we had this stupid ass idea of making a fake fishing rod called…..

“The Child Catcher.”

(The irony ony of us both being 14 at the time so technically we were children)

We found a good fishing rod like stick and a vine, tied a vine on, and I kid you not we carried that thing for MILES. We also made a fork with a flatly shaped stick and a rock named Reddie.

Yea living in the woods does somethin to ya I gotta say.

Bonus: One of my childhood friends had a very giant dog, and one time we had a sleepover, she was laying infront of the other side of the door when we woke , and because of the way the door was, we couldn’t get through.

So my genius solution was to climb out the window (this was on the second floor) , Cha-Cha real smoothed to the nearest other window, go through there, and lure the dog away with a treat.

It worked.

Silver: Went to this make your own dipped popsicle thing with a good friend of mine, and watched in pure horror as she got a mango popsicle dipped in dark chocolate and rolled in fruity pebbles.

Another one: I was at a Sleepover and there was this tent like thing that was meant for tiny people (aka me, not really it was for toddlers but I was small enough to fit at the time), and at some point in the middle of the night, someone tripped on the tent and it entirely collapsed on me, and not only did I sleep through it, I ended up being the last person to wake up because they all saw the tent collapsed and assumed I was already awake.

Also I was camping once and I rolled away from my tarp and somehow down a road, and my friend said when she found me there was just several butterflies and caterpillars on me. I originally didn’t know but I found a caterpillar on my head that morning and apparently it was poisonous (I was fine and I named him Bob)

Sebek: I was in an escape room with some friends, and I discovered that a key we had gotten in the very beginning worked on another lock, so I did that, and later one of my loud friends finds a key and is SPIRALING because she can’t find what it unlocks for like 30 minutes, and after several minutes I realized, unintentionally slammed my hand on a desk and screamed “OH SHIT.” with zero context.

That experience was actually my first time in a escape room with friends, and not my family or a bunch of drunk strangers in suits + my concerned mother.

Second years : My friends in the priorly mentioned group consisted of who I’ll call N, who was doing 70% of the work, we had R, who was angrily searching for the lock to the key, we had T, the birthday boi, who was randomly making jokes about the 1930s, S, who genuinely forgot he had a key item in his pocket, and A, who dramatically serenaded the paintings after misinterpreting a clue and me, who kept accidentally unlocking shit ahead of time.

Third Years: Prior to the other mentioned event, we had gone to a small improv event that ended up being just us, and the poor guy running it kept giving us scenarios and random conditions which we would absolutely make the craziest shit from.

If I remember correctly, one of the skits was we were supposed to be a school board, and the condition was when someone said an idea, you had to say yes.

The result? a organ harvesting business thats front was a school, and everytime someone got detention, one organ of theirs was sold, and the funds went into funding the biogenetically engineered creation of Hatsune Miku and Cat Boys.

For some reason this skit also led somehow into atomic glitter and cocaine missiles, selling souls on Ebay with express shipping, using Sephora Products and Instagram to spread our propaganda, making meme complications of our crimes, and nuking the Bermuda Triangle.

Ask no questions because I have no answers.

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Yea thats it for now! Enjoy!

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ninapi · 1 year ago

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Roommates…? ╝

Premise: Zenitsu trips you and Genya into being roommates in your first year of college, disregarding Genya’s everlasting crush on you.

Word count: 7638

Note: This is set up in the Kimetsu academy world, just so you know~✨

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High school was finally over, a new page in your book was about to begin.

You and your school friends all applied to the same local collage and all got in without any problem, majority of you at least, Zenitsu got in only because there was a misconstructed question in the entrance test and the school gave everyone a couple extra points for the inconvenience. But the important thing was that all of you got in.

When you all signed up for the school dorms you chose to go for the mixed building, it was more like a shared house rather than a regular dorm, a cozier experience, getting to share your time off with your friends.

Aoi, who was a year older than you all, was the one in charge of the house, she was part of the student council as well, a very busy responsible young woman. One who very much doted on Kanao and managed to live an entire year without a roommate just waiting for the moment she would be able to share her room with her.

This unfortunately meant you were the only girl without someone to share your room with.

The house had one room for three people and one for two left and space for one person in Aoi’s room. Originally, you would be teaming with Kanao, but she got abducted by her friend real quick. Aoi was supposed to share her room with her boyfriend, Inosuke, but that wouldn’t be seen as proper by the student council.

After a long heartfelt conversation with your best friend Tanjiro, he agreed to share with you, leaving Zenitsu, Genya and Inosuke in the bigger room.

That however, changed without your knowledge…

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It was finally the day to move in, you were excited to say the least, wanted to tour the campus, the house, everything was so exhilarating and new. Sharing your room with your best friend would be so much fun you just couldn’t wait.

When you finally got to the house, all your friends were already there, their bags and boxes in the shared living space, and they were arguing with one another.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Tanjiro looked annoyed, he’s as popular as one can be; this was normal for the likes of him, though it was more of an intense hogging than usual. Inosuke was pulling one of his sleeves, Zenitsu hugging his leg while wailing loudly. His girlfriend was just watching everything quietly from the couch and Genya looked like he just lost three lives.

“(Y/N)…Zenitsu did something bad without my consent…he…he changed the order in the request form for the rooms. I’ve been assigned to the 3A, not the 2C….”

All your plans of a happy college life crashed in a second, your bag falling from your shoulder onto the floor with a loud thump. “He did WHAT?”

“(Y/N) please don’t yell at me, I didn’t think this through…I just wanted Tanjiro in my room so I’d get to see Nezuko-chan more often…I didn’t do this on purpose I swear…” his loud wails were giving you a headache.

Making your way over to the list glued on the wall, you searched for your room.

“2C…2C….there it is. (Y/L)(Y/N) and Shinazugawa Genya. WHAT??? Baby Shinazugawa??? ZENITSU GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!” Genya let out a loud sigh, he knew you’d be upset, who wouldn’t?

He wasn’t one to talk to people, he’s been your classmate since first year in high school and you both have been in the same group of friends since then, but all you had in common was your relationship with Tanjiro. You’ve never really talked, didn’t know anything about the other, all you knew was he was the little brother of your favorite teacher, the oh so very hot Shinazugawa-sensei, besides that all you knew was that he didn’t feel comfortable with women.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s always had a crush on you. Ever since that day in your first year when he lost his English book and you let him share your desk for the entire class and even shared your snacks with him. Ever since that day he’d only have eyes for you, and that’s the main reason why he avoids you all together, steam comes out of his ears every time you’re both in the same room, it’s utterly embarrassing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you hated Genya!” Zenitsu’s snot was dripping down your hand which made you release the angry grip you had on his shirt right away.

“I don’t hate Genya. I hate YOU. Are you stupid? He isn’t comfortable around girls. How is he going to live in the same room as me? Do you ever stop for a moment and think? All that’s in your head is Nezuko, Nezuko, Nezuko. You gotta think about others too!” you were fuming at this point, he’s so insensible.

Genya was now speechless, he thought you’d be mad for having to share your room with someone like him, never expected you to be angry on his behalf. His heart was racing faster, unwilling to listen to reason.

“But (Y/N) if there’s a girl that can sleep with Genya, that’s gotta be you, am I right guys?” Genya who was drinking a sip of water to calm his racing heart, chocked on the choice of words of his friend, making him almost cough one of his lungs out.

Tanjiro, being the gentle sweet friend he is, wanted everyone to be happy with this arrangement, so he intervened, “Zenitsu is right. Genya doesn’t seem too affected by you, he’s normally yelling at other women whenever they get in his space, but he’s fine with you and Nezuko, I’m sure you two will get along. I know that what Zenitsu did is not right, but I already talked with Aoi-san, there’s no way of changing it, at least not until next semester, do you guys think you’ll be ok with that?”

Genya was snarling, very much upset at the fact that not only Tanjiro, but Zenitsu, noticed how he acted differently around you. “It’s not like we have a damn choice, you better not get in my way (L/N).” he was always like this, you knew this was a typical answer coming from him, but it hurt you just a bit thinking he would hate his life for an entire semester all due to you.

“I’m fine, at least is not Zenitsu, I would move out of the dorm if it was him…” you were grumbling on your way up the stairs to find your room.

Genya’s heart was singing, so you would leave the dorm if you had to share with someone you didn’t like, and you weren’t going to…does that mean you like him?

His tough facade was not something he felt comfortable dropping just yet, he needed to establish boundaries first, so he grumbled his way up behind you, following you quickly into your new residence.

The house had a nice layout, room 3A was the only room in the first floor, it had three loft beds, each with their own desk underneath, a bathroom and a little common space in the middle of the room to hang out. This floor also held the shared living room, kitchen and laundry room.

The second floor had two rooms of two each, 2A and 2B, Aoi and Kanao were in 2A, while 2B was home to two third year guys you didn’t know very well, one was from your school, Inadama-senpai while his roommate was unknown to all of you. This floor also held a share bathroom with multiple shower booths, a study room with computers and a big work table and also a game room with a big couch, a very large TV and all sort of videogame consoles.

And finally the third floor and the smallest one in size, was shaped like a little triangle and only housed your room, 2C.

The room itself was larger than you expected, unlike Tanjiro’s room, you both had your own comfy twin sized bed with a nice shelf and closet each. The desks were both next to each other facing a large window and your bathroom wasn’t the biggest one out there but at least you didn’t have to share with the rest like the guys in the second floor.

Genya kept on scowling at you from his bed while you kept on exploring your new home, decorating the space would be so much fun, this shouldn’t have to be a bad thing.

“Can you fucking stop for a second?” you were used to his dirty mouth, it’s one of the things he had in common with his brother, one you didn’t completely hate.

“Yes, baby Shinazugawa~?” your happy singsongy tone of voice was causing him indigestion, he hated when you called him that, it reminded him of who you truly liked.

“Stop calling me that, just call me Genya like everyone else does.” you nodded, sitting across from him on your own bed.

“So what’s up?” he still couldn’t believe his dream girl would be sleeping in the same room as him for at least one semester what if he calls out to you in his sleep? What if you see him staring creepily at you or even worse what if you notice he likes you?

“I’ve never shared a room with a girl before, thought we should set some rules.” to this you agreed, bringing a little whiteboard out of your backpack.

“Alright, #1 don’t leave the toilet lid up after using it.” you were writing on your board, a vein popping out of Genya’s forehead. He got up and plopped beside you, taking the board from your hands roughly to write on it as well, “#2 pick up your loose hair from the shower after you wash it.”

You grabbed it once more, a little irritation visible in your face, “#3 No nakedness.”

It was his turn, instead of writing a fourth one he just underlined the third rule, twice, making you giggle, it was an important rule after all.

“How about we take turns to clean the room? I have Wednesday’s off I can clean that day.” Genya nodded, thinking back on his own schedule, “I’ll take the weekend turn then.”

This wasn’t so bad, he was now less agitated and after seeing your short list of rules, you felt like sharing your space with Genya wouldn’t be much different than doing so with Tanjiro.

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You were both getting settled in your side of the room when the door burst opened, a wild Inosuke charging right in. “Tanjiro says you both have to be ready for the party in thirty minutes, better hurry he wants us to dress nicely.”

You really didn’t want to go to this stupid party, you were tired and your little encounter with Zenitsu soured your mood just a bit, but saying no to Tanjiro wasn’t an option, neither it was for Genya, so you both got ready to leave in time.

While Genya opted for just a plain tee and some leather pants, you went all out wearing the tiniest dress he’s ever seen in his life. Your friend Mitsuri gave it to you as a birthday present and made you promise you would wear it for said party. You were regretting listening to her now though, this wasn’t something you would normally wear.

Genya was sweating, his face redder than the sunset out your window, “It looks weird doesn’t it? Maybe I should change, things like this would never suit someone like me….” the sad look on your reflection made Genya snap out of his wild teenage fantasy, stopping you from going back into the bathroom by holding your wrist.

“I-it doesn’t look w-weird. Not at all. L-let’s go, it’s late.” his cute stuttering made you smile, he was kind, you always knew this, he was just always with his guard up and never let you fully approach him before, hopefully this would be your chance.

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The party was a little too much for you.

Majority of your friends already drunk before 9PM.

There were many known faces, even some you thought you’d never see again, Shinazugawa-sensei being one of them. So this is why Mitsuri gave you this dress. She knew he was coming.

“Sensei! I didn’t know you were coming tonight! It’s so good to see you again.” Sanemi’s face was one of shock, he never thought his cute favorite student could ever look the way you did now with that dress. He wished he was a bit more sober now, this was dangerous, then again, he wasn’t your teacher anymore…

“(Y/N)! My god, would you look at yourself.” he grabbed you by your waist pulling you closer to him so you could actually hear each other over the loud music.

“You think is weird too? Your brother said it wasn’t…” you were still uncomfortable wearing such a short dress, but the look he was giving you made goosebumps go crazy over your soft skin.

“Well he wasn’t wrong.” he’s not stupid, he’s known about you crushing on him since your first year, the way you would always look at him dreamily, how your eyes would always drift to his exposed chest, it was pretty obvious.

You were looking up at him through your long lashes, Genya could see how you were giggling at who knows what his brother was telling you. His hand never left your waist and the hungry look in his eyes was ringing alerts in Genya’s brain.

Without thinking about it twice, he walked over to you, grabbed you by your wrist and pull you over to his chest. An angry scowl covering his features while he stared down at his older brother.

“Genya, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let her hand go, right the fuck now.” Sanemi was growling loudly, the alcohol in his bloodstream causing his needy self to turn against his brother in rage.

“I’m taking my roommate home with me now. Find someone else to fuck around, brother. Leave her alone.” you were staring up at him in awe, nobody had ever done something like this for you before, but in all truth you didn’t want to be rescued.

Yes, you were nervous. You saw the way he was looking at you too. You could feel his breathing change, but you wanted this too, that was the purpose of this damn dress after all.

“Genya, it’s fine. I was the one who approached Sensei. We were just having a little chat.” you pulled away from him gently, giving a step back in Sanemi’s direction, causing him to smirk in victory.

“You heard it from her, now leave us will you? Have a pretty good idea of what we could get up to for the rest of the night.” he walked over to you, placing both of his hands over your hips, pulling you flushed against him.

Genya was losing his cool. He couldn’t let this happen, he knows his brother, is not like he would have an actual relationship with you, he would wake up the next day, see one of his students in his bed, freak out and never see you again.

Normally he wouldn’t care, but he knows how you feel about him, he didn’t want you to feel used, to be sad. And he most definitely didn’t want you in his brother’s bed.

“I said we are going home.” Genya grabbed your wrist once more, tugging you harshly as he walked out of the party and towards the street.

You kept wiggling trying to get him to let go of you but he kept walking ignoring you completely. He wouldn’t allow this to happen, not on his watch, not on the first night he gets to share with you.

“Genya, please. You’re hurting me!” your words made him stop abruptly, making you crash against his solid back and fall on your bum. “Ouch…”

“It’s your damn fault! For acting like a slut with someone like my brother! You can’t do something like that (Y/N) you hear me?! He would use you like a damn old rag!” he was yelling at you, a hurt look on his face.

Your eyes though, watered at his harsh words, “I’m not a slut…you idiot!” the tears started to go down your face, still unable to get up from the floor after your fall, your ankle was throbbing in pain.

Genya realized what he just did, hating himself for letting his anger do the talking. He never meant to make you cry. “(Y/N) I….I know you’re not…I was just angry…he…I know you like him but he would just use you and throw you away the next morning, you don’t deserve that…” he was mumbling in between grunts, clenching his fists as to hold himself together, his eyes glued to the pavement.

He was in more pain than you at this point. You could see how hard it was for him to apologize but you appreciated his effort.

You knew Sensei was very much drunk, he’s a great guy would never do something like that in his right mind, you didn’t want him to block you completely out of his life for a crazy passionate night he won’t even remember. Genya put some sense into you with his little display, you had to be grateful.

Smiling in between sniffs, you made grabby hands at Genya, making his eyes grow wide. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well you kept insisting on taking me home, but thanks to your anger problems I sprained my ankle. So, take.me.home.” you punctuated every word, never stopping your hand gestures.

Fuck, why did you have to be this cute? It was killing him.

Without arguing, he turned around while crouching down for you to climb onto his back. You happily complied, wrapping your arms around his neck while he held both of your thighs as gently as he could. He could feel your assets pressed to his back, the soft skin of the fat of your thighs between his fingers, his heart was racing so fast that his vision was clouding, he’s never had this type of contact with a woman before, he didn’t know they were this soft.

He walked over to your shared house in silence, while you took in the entire situation once more.

“Genya…?” your voice was soft, welcoming, your breath tickling his left ear. “Y-yeah…?”

“Thank you. I know I would of eventually regret it if I’d had gone home with your brother instead. Probably wouldn��t be able to face him ever again…” he just nodded, your arms draping lazily around his neck. He was so strong, it wasn’t even necessary for you to hold onto him, so you found entertainment in playing with his hair as he walked. It was softer than you imagined, made you want to keep touching it.

Genya on the other hand forgot how to breathe. Why were you touching him like that? Were you teasing him? Just what on earth was going on…?

You hummed happily, resting your face on his head, nuzzling your cheek on his hair sleepily, “Genya….?”

“Hmm?” he readjusted his hands around your thighs, you were getting heavier, sleep claiming your undisturbed self. “I’m glad you’re my roommate...”

This brought a little smile to his face for the first time in a long time, “Yeah, same...”

He could hear soft little snores pressed against his neck, but he could also feel you smile at his reply just before falling asleep.

He took you back to your shared room and set you down in your bed. He took your shoes off, took your earrings off and laid them on your desk, wrapped you tightly with your warm blanket and smiled down at you before turning the lights off and going to his own bed.

Yeah…he was glad he was your roommate too.

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You and Genya have been roommates for a couple of months now. You found a routine that worked for both of you just fine in no time, making life together much easier.

He helps you zip up your dresses, you help him style his hair, you share the sink as you both brush your teeth every morning and before going to bed. That’s kind of where you were right now.

It was comfortable, for both of you.

Your last lecture for the day ended up extending for a while, making you arrive later than usual to the shared house.

The place was always loud, the guys were usually hanging out in the game room, while Aoi and Kanao would stay in the living room and kitchen area doing their crafty things. As for you and Genya, both would normally stick to your own room, Genya wasn’t very social and you were terribly busy with assignments and upcoming tests.

When you got into your room that night, you never expected seeing what was in front of you. Well, you just never ever in your life expected to see what was in front of you.

Genya was sprawled on the floor, shirtless. A shiny layer of sweat glistening over his succulent muscles. The sight alone made you swallow hard.

“Shinazugawa Genya, you are very much breaking rule #3 right now.” you tried to sound stern, masking your amusement with a fake scowl.

“(Y/N) help me…I’m melting…why is it so hot today…?” his breathing was ragged, seemed like a hassle for him to even speak.

“What are you talking about, it’s actually pretty cold today. C’mon up! You’re gonna get sick laying on the floor half naked.” you saw him trying to move on his own but not being very successful at it, so you gave him a hand.

“Oh my god, Genya. You’re burning up, hold up, stay still.” you pressed your forehead on his, getting a feel of his real body temperature.

You were solely focused in your task at hand but all Genya could see were your plush lips, he’s never seen them so up close, they were as beautiful as the rest of you. “You definitely have a fever. Can you sit up for me?”

While he did his best to sit on the floor resting his back against his bed, you went to get a clean towel, rushing back to his side in less than a minute.

Without asking for his permission, you patted dry his skin gently with your mini towel, then reached out for one of his shirts when done. “Help me get you in this shirt.” he could barely lift his arms a little for you, dressing up such a heavy mass of a man was a task, but you were done fairly quickly.

“Let’s get you in your bed. Can you get up on your own or should I go call for some help?” he shook his head doing his best to crawl up into his bed with your help removing the covers for him. Once he was secured under his blanket you checked his temperature once more. It didn’t seem to be getting any better.

“I’ll go find some meds for you alright? Would you like some instant soup for dinner?” he managed to blink a couple of times as if acknowledging your question, you took that as a yes and started heading downstairs when his hand reached over for yours, “Don’t leave me…”

“I’ll be right back, ok? You need food and medicine to get better.”

“Promise…?”

Sick Genya was doing things to your heart, your hand reached over to his face, gently moving his hair away from his eyes. “Promise.”

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The soup ended up better than you had hoped for since you added some vegetables and other toppings you could find down stairs to it, you were also able to get some meds from Aoi, having a pre-med school student in the house was a life saver.

“Take two of the blue ones and one of the red ones as soon as you finish eating your soup, ok? I’ll go take a quick shower, be right back.” grabbing a pair of comfy pjs you went into your bathroom while Genya slowly took in his food.

Feeling refreshed, you got out ready to take the dishes down and hopefully have a restful sleep.

“Nurse…can you please call my mom? I don’t feel very well…” his rough voice caught you off guard. Did he say nurse-?

You rushed over to his side immediately, worried for his delirious state. “Genya, did you take your medicine?” he gave you a tiny nod, pointing at his tray.

“Oh god. You took two red ones and a blue one! It was the other way around you silly goose!” the look of despair in your face made Genya chuckle. You’ve never heard him chuckle before.

“You’re so cute, nurse. You kinda look like the woman I love. Funny.” he was babbling nonsensical things now, you had to help him.

“Genya. I’ll be right back. Stay in your bed ok? Be a good boy.” he smiled giddily at you, making you run down a flight of stairs.

“Aoi-san! AOI-SAN!!!” you were banging on her door, nearly in tears.

“Jeez (Y/N) what is it-?” she was watching a movie in her room with her boyfriend, Kanao and Tanjiro, a cuddling party you didn’t want to disturb.

“The pills you gave me…Genya…he took two red ones…it’s all my fault I should have stayed by his side while he ate…he’s calling out for his mother now, how do I tell him his mother is dead?? Oh god. What if he dies…I can’t let him die Aoi-san…please help him….he’s delusional already.”

“(Y/N)…” she held both of your hands making you take in a very deep breath. “He will be fine, even if he took two of the red ones. He’s not delusional, just high. He’ll fall asleep any time soon and will feel better in the morning.”

“So he won’t die…” you hiccuped, blinking tears off your eyes.

“He won’t die, no. Just take his temperature a couple more times. If it’s high just put a cooling towel on his forehead and let him rest.” you nodded, listening carefully to her instructions, before heading back upstairs, disappearing into a cloud of dust.

“Since when are (Y/N) and Genya this close?” Tanjiro was supposed to be your best friend, what were you not telling him? Kanao just shrugged, hitting the play button once more.

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When you got back in the room he hadn’t move one inch. He gave you a big goofy smile as soon as he saw you getting closer.

“(Y/N) you won’t believe this, my nurse. She looks just like you. Isn’t that funny?” didn’t he say the nurse looked like the woman he loved- poor creature, he’s really sick.

“Oh really? Well she was quite the looker then.” you played along not wanting to upset the poor man and he nodded agreeing with your statement.

“Aoi-san said you must rest. I’m going to leave here a cooling towel, your fever is still pretty high.” placing the towel gently over his forehead, he sighed in delight, it felt great against his burning skin.

“I always knew you were an angel.” he grabbed a hold of your hand, nuzzling his cheek on your palm. He was really going hard at being adorable.

“A-angel…? Well this angel says you gotta rest. So how about you close your eyes and take a little nap?” you flicked the tip of his nose gently, making him grin even more.

“Will you nap with me? I don’t think I can sleep if you don’t.” there was a little pout forming on his lips, he was acting just like a baby.

“You would like that, won’t you, baby.” playing his game was fun, you were sure he wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning so who cares, you’d indulge him just this once.

“Very much, yeah.” he was scooting his butt to the side making space for you on his bed. You just couldn’t fight against those sick puppy eyes.

Nestling on his side, he was quick to wrap himself around you, humming in contentment. This was the good life.

You ran your fingers through his hair hoping that would get him to doze off, he was oddly very awake for someone so high in meds.

“Ok I’m here, now is time for you to nap.” he looked up at you with a slightly annoyed look on his face, “I can’t sleep yet.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Duh-uh…I didn’t get any goodnight kisses. I can’t sleep without them.” Oh good lord, you couldn’t help but wonder who’s this person that gives him the goodnight kisses, a pang of jealousy hitting your insides unexpectedly.

You held his face up softly, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. “There, now you don’t have any excuse. Time to sleep.” to this he scoffed, glaring at you.

“That kiss was full of bullshit. Doesn’t count.” a fit of giggles left your lips at his reply; this man was too much.

“How was that full of bullshit? Has nobody ever kissed your forehead before?” he shook his head, still glaring at you.

“Ok, ok come here.” holding his face once more, you gave his cheek a loud smooch. “There.”

“Pfft…my mother gives me better kisses than that.” this guy was hard to please, how unexpected.

“Does this mean you don’t like my kisses? I’m sorry I’m not as good of a kisser as your mom.” he buried his face on your side, mumbling against the fabric of your top, “I do like your kisses. Those are the only ones I want. But you just keep bullshitting me…you’re the one that doesn’t like me…is it because I’m not as handsome as my brother? Is it because of my scars? He has more than I do...maybe I should get more...” his voice was now cracking, he looked like a typical drunk old man. First all cozy and cute now all depressed and about to cry.

You brought him back up, brushing your thumb gently across his big scar, “You look just like your brother, what are you saying. You’re both beautiful.” your smile was so soft, it made him want to cry and he didn’t know why.

“Lies….”

You cupped both of his cheeks, pressing your lips ever so lightly against his, his whole body going still. “How about that one? Still bullshitting you?��

Your wide grin made him blush even in his current state.

You kissed him. YOU kissed him.

“Do you think you can take your nap now? I don’t fancy kissing guys that won’t listen…” he went back to bury his face on your side, playing dead. This made you laugh, a true earned laugh full of glee.

“You cute little rascal. Come here.” you got him in a more comfortable position, making him rest his head on your chest, and bringing his blanket over the two of you.

“Can I maybe get one more kiss? I’m not that sleepy yet.” even as high in meds as one can be, he had to get the best out of this situation, it might not repeat itself.

“You really like kisses, don’t you?”

He nodded, brushing his nose against your jawline. “Just yours.”

You knew he was sick, he probably didn’t mean anything he was saying, but it made your heart race. Reaching for his lips with your own, you kissed him once more. This time was more of a real kiss than the last one, yet still very tame and gentle.

He sighed against your lips, nestling his face in the crook of your neck, finally ready for sleep.

What a night.

You fell asleep in his tight warm embrace, heart still racing for someone it didn’t know it could go this fast for.

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Genya woke up earlier than normal, his head was pounding, his back soaked with sweat.

He felt heavy, he couldn’t move, almost felt like he had someone on his chest-

He looked down in panic, seeing your face very much pressed against it, your limbs tangled together into a knot.

Panic was now filling his entire self, memories of last night flooding in.

“Oh no, no, no, no. What did I do-“ his outburst made you stir, pulling him back down with you. “C’mere baby, let me check your fever.” he answered to your groggy request by pressing his forehead against yours, making you smile with your eyes closed. “It’s much better…can we sleep a bit more?” you were snuggling into him, very much aware of what you were doing.

Internally, Genya was a mess. He didn’t know what to say, how to react.

He suddenly remembered your lips against his and his entire world collapsed.

You kept on pulling him closer until he went back into the knot of limbs you seemed to enjoy so much.

“Hmmmm…you’re so comfy….I could sleep on you all day...” you mumbled against his neck, placing a soft kiss against it. His eyes were about to fall off their sockets, he just couldn’t believe what was happening.

Weren’t you just roommates?

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Waking up for a second time that day, Inosuke charged into your room unannounced. He was followed by Tanjiro and Zenitsu who were worried about you two missing breakfast.

When they got into the room the sight that welcomed them was right of the bat outrageous.

Your hand was way up in Genya’s shirt, resting against his naked abs, his comfily resting on the curve of your bum, more than half of his ridiculously large hand groping the soft flesh greedily in his sleep. Your face was still hidden on the crook of his neck, his lips permanently stuck to the side of your head. They could barely distinguish what was from who, it was a real mess of blankets, sheets and feet.

The loud gasp that left their lips made Genya stir angrily in his sleep. ¨Shhhh….shhhh….it´s ok.¨ you rubbed soothing circles on his belly trying to get him back to sleep.

Propping yourself up on one of your arms, you glared at your friends with a very much annoyed looking expression. ¨Ever heard of knocking?¨ Inosuke felt bad for barging into your privacy, he honestly never expected to walk in on you like that, he thought you’d be both dead based on what he heard last night in his girlfriend’s room.

¨Ever heard of locking your door before doing frisky things?" the glare battle was intense between the two of you, making Tanjiro having to intervene as usual. ¨Sorry, we should have knocked, our bad, we'll keep that in mind…(Y/N) could you…explain what's going on?” he was still feeling hurt from being left behind, not you, nor Genya had said anything about whatever it was going on between you two, he thought you were best friends…

¨Can we talk later? He needs rest…¨ you were talking to Tanjiro, yet your eyes never left Genya´s sleeping form. He nodded closing the door behind him, not before telling you he saved you two some pastries from today´s breakfast and hid them in the microwave.

Once they left, Genya opened his eyes, tiredly looking up at you. ¨Feeling any better?¨ you went back into his arms, checking his temperature with the back of your hand. He nodded just a bit, hiding his face on your shoulder. He still didn't know how to address what you were doing, it felt so natural, like this was your normal every day thing, which it wasn't of course.

¨Your shirt is drenched in sweat though, go take a shower, I'll get our breakfast.¨ he tightened his grip around you, still afraid of losing whatever it is he managed to get through his feverish love outburst from last night.

¨I feel like ditching school today…so no worries, I'll stay with you all day. You do need a shower though.¨ you wrinkled your nose, teasing him just a bit to see his composure go back to normal at the snarl he gave you in response.

¨Wait, didn’t you have a test today?¨ you glanced at your wall clock, it was way past ten already, that was in your first class for the morning. Shrugging, you got up from his bed stretching, ¨I'll text my teacher, tell her I'm too sick and couldn't get out of bed in time. I'm sure we can figure something out later. Give me five minutes, I need to freshen up before you hog the bathroom.¨ chuckling, you waddled over to your bathroom with a pair of freshly laundered leggings and a crop tee. Lounging around didn’t sound as bad, you've been overly stressed during the past few weeks anyways, you also needed this.

When you got out of the bathroom, Genya was already sitting by the edge of his bed, going through an existential crisis.

He didn't know how to deal with this, he was way more comfortable with you now, he didn't blush as much, didn't stutter every single word of his out, but you weren't that comfortable to just kiss and sleep around like if it was nothing.

How was he supposed to interpret this? Did you like him back? Was that why you didn't really care and kissed him more than once? Or were you secretly freaking out trying to figure out how to get out of the awkward situation he got you in.

You walked straight into his closet roaming through it and looking for a pair of warm sweats and its matching sweatshirt. You handed it over to him and pointed to the bathroom. ¨Go.¨ both of your hands were on your hips, a deep glare forcing him on his feet. He liked this side of you, it was hot.

¨I'll go get our breakfast. Give me your shirt and stuff once you take them off, I'm going to drop by the laundry room.¨ you were ushering him out of the way, gathering his drenched sheets and blanket while you waited for him to get naked.

Not later than a couple of minutes after your instructions, Genya's hand could be seen coming out of the bathroom, his drenched shirt dangling from the door knob, closing the door shut right after, his face burning in shame. He was not ready for this.

After a long shower, Genya got out into the room to be greeted by a large tray filled with pastries, fruit, something steaming in a pot and some eggs. The tray was laying on your bed and you were waiting for him, tucked all the way in against the wall. You were really just going to play along with this without saying anything, weren’t you-

He just sat down beside you, taking a tiny croissant into his mouth.

This time you made sure he took his pills in the right order, getting comfortable in your bed after a hearty breakfast. You decided to watch movies in your tablet, he slept majority of the day, but you still had fun together, chatting around and cackling at how bad the movies were. The subject never being addressed by any of you, yet your gentle caresses and loving stares remained throughout the day.

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Genya was feeling much better the next day, both of you went back to classes as normal without discussing anything at all with your friends, regardless of the inquisitive stares they all gave you two as you both came out from your room.

After a long day of tedious lectures, you were on your way back to your dorm when you heard someone call out for you.

¨Sensei-?¨ Sanemi was waiting for you by the entrance to your building, he looked a little flustered, a little insecure, things that weren't typical of him.

¨I- are you busy? I wanted to talk to you for a second if you don't mind.¨ you nodded, walking over to him, a little taken aback by the whole situation.

¨I'm sorry about the way I behaved that day in the welcome party. I was not myself, it's been bugging me for months, I was hoping you weren't mad at me…¨ his tone of voice was lower than usual, his snarky bite nowhere to be seen.

¨Don't worry, sensei. We were all a little off that day.¨ your bright smile reassured the crestfallen man. He didn't want to accept it but the truth was that he started seeing you in a different light that day. He's been thinking of how pretty you've gotten lately, how much he enjoyed talking to you in your breaks back when you were still in his school, how much he missed seeing your lovely smile in between the herds of zombie-like students he had.

¨Would you, I mean only if you want to of course…maybe go for a coffee with me? There’s a place nearby very popular among my students, I think you’d like it…¨ he was fumbling with his words, a light shade of pink covering the tips of his ears.

Was he asking you out? Like on a date?

If so, why did you not feel as happy as you should? The man you’ve been dreaming about for years was in front of you, blushing and asking you out on a date. Nothing should be able to beat this, but you were just not feeling it.

Genya was walking up to the house when he saw you…and his brother. Panic ran through his veins at the soft look he was giving you.

How was this possible?

Why was he here?

He's never been this close to actually having you, he wouldn’t let his own brother ruin his happiness.

¨Brother, what brings you here?¨ a possessive hand landed on your shoulder. Oddly enough, hearing his voice made you release a breath you didn't know you were holding, making you understand why was it you weren’t thrilled by the thought of going on a date with someone else, even if that someone was your very own high school crush.

¨The fuck Genya?? Can’t you see we are having an important conversation here? Piss off.¨ Sanemi's normal stand was back, angrily scowling at his little brother.

¨All I see is you bugging her. (Y/N) let's go inside, I got us some cocoa powder for tonight.¨ he knew you loved hot chocolate, just the thought of cuddling Genya while watching another awful movie together and drinking the warm goodness brought a smile to your face, very much confusing Sanemi.

¨Wait, wasn't she just your roommate? Why are you giving her those bedroom eyes? Don’t test the fuck out of me Genya.¨ he towered over his big brother in a power display, the grip on your shoulder only intensifying.

¨She isn’t just my roommate. She’s the girl I like since my high school days, my best friend, the coolest girl around, the only girl I’ve ever cared for. And you, brother, are not going to mess this up. You can get any woman you possibly want, why are you after the one I love?¨ your eyes were as wide as they could go, entranced by his angry shouts full of his love for you.

¨And why should I care? You’re not the only that likes her. Why would she choose you instead of me, dumbass? She’s always been after me, everyone knows that.¨ this got your attention, so he knew…he always knew…

Grabbing a hold of Genya’s hand, you smiled up at him, pulling him along to the entrance of your building. ¨Sorry Sensei. It is true, I did like you for a very long time and in any other moment in the past I would have happily follow you anywhere, but you see, we kindda have plans already for tonight, can’t go out with you. Also, don't ever call him a dumbass again, if you ever want to talk to me again, that is.¨ you waved sweetly at him, the smile you gave him never reached your eyes, as cold as steel, before heading over to your room with a very quiet Genya hand in hand.

When you arrived at your shared room, he just stayed by the entrance, replaying your words in his head.

¨So where is it? Get changed first so we can get in bed. I saw there were some cookies downstairs, I'll bring them along our drinks.¨ you were taking off your jacket, browsing your closet for something to change into.

He really didn't like this bad habit of yours, he needed to talk things through, he needed to fully understand what was going on. ¨(Y/N) are you sure this is fine? Wouldn’t you prefer to go on a date with my brother instead?¨ after everything he said, now he’s not even sure of himself anymore.

¨Pretty sure, yeah. Like I said, I'm not interested anymore.¨

¨And why is that…?¨ his voice was nothing but a whisper, walking over to you, his hand unconsciously reaching for the warmth of your back.

¨Hmmm…probably because I have a very handsome roommate, that’s incredibly sweet when he’s sick. Which also has the hottest abs I’ve seen in my entire life, that happens to know everything I like and I enjoy spending my time with? Yeah, that must be why.¨ the sultry undertone you were using, plus the flirty bashful look you were giving him, was driving him insane.

¨Oh yeah? Sounds like a better match for you, I agree.¨ you chuckled, lacing your arms around his neck. He lifted you up by your bum, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he kissed you deeply. There was no time for shyness, no time for blushing or stuttering, that man was long gone, even if he still had a hard time around other women, he felt home in your arms.

¨Genya…?¨ he hummed against your lips, not wiling to let go of you ever again, ¨yeah?¨

¨Should we buy Zenitsu dinner?¨ he broke the kiss staring down at you, eyes full of confusion.

¨Why the hell would we buy anything for that shithead?¨ the jealous snarl he was giving you made you giggle.

¨If you think about it, we are here now all because of him.¨ you nipped on his lower lip, making him relax in your touch.

¨Right, kay can do….¨ his mind was someplace else altogether. He gently set you down on your bed without letting go of you, getting in between your legs while laying on top of you. His hands were going up and down your sides with an added sense of urgency.

¨Genya…?¨ he looked up at you through hooded eyes, about to kill a man or two if you were to mention Zenitsu again.¨Yeah…?¨

¨I don't think we are just roommates anymore….¨ the flushed look on your beautiful face made him smile down at you tenderly.

¨Nah, we are so much more than that…¨ he kissed down your neck hungrily, his hands swiftly lifting up your skirt, your hands greedily reaching under his shirt to cling onto his strong bare back muscles, when the door burst open to a wild Inosuke charging right into your room while carrying a basket full of freshly baked cookies, gasping in horror.

“Didn’t I fucking tell you to lock your damn door when you two are up to this shit?!”

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Note: I was going to make this a mini series but I just couldn’t stop and ended up being a very long one shot…😣

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The Perfect Date

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You can’t help but space out as Andy continues to drone on and on about this week’s basket ball practices. When you had said yes to dinner with the basket head, you had no idea how stupid this boy actually was.

He brought you to Benny’s on an early Saturday night for dinner before planning on seeing a movie at your local theater.

You kept poking around your plate with a French fry, eyes glancing up at the clock every five minutes and hoping that the time would move faster.

“So that’s how crazy practice can get, you know?” He laughs. “So how’s the cheerleading team been treating you?”

You were still spaced out, you hadn’t notice when he was asking you the questions.

“Y/n? Y/n are you listening?”

Your eyes snap back to him and you give a small smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sorry, um what-“

“I asked how you like cheerleading? I still can’t believe Chrissy finally talked you into joining the team.”

“Yeah, yeah uh it’s great.” No it wasn’t. Only half the team was nice and you hated how short your skirt was. “It’s fun.”

“You should get Wheeler to join.”

“Nancy? No, I don’t think sports are her thing.”

“Oh, I don’t really think cheerleading is an actual sport, y/n.” He says casually, taking a sip from his drink.

You can’t stop how your face must look right now, brows raised and mouth slightly ajar. Is he that stupid?

You let out a surprised chuckle and shake your head. “What makes cheerleading not a sport, Andy?”

Andy just shakes his head. “You guys just dance around and cheer. I mean, don’t take this the wrong way,” too late. “Every team needs their cheerleaders. But to be an athlete, you have to be sharp.”

Wow. I actually want to punch this guy. You can’t help the thought from going through your head.

“Let’s not talk about that,” he says. “I just can’t believe I finally got you to go out with me.”

“Yep. Me either.” You say, looking away and taking sip from of your drink.

Before Andy was able to say something even more stupid, the bell above the door dings and the entire Hellfire Club makes their way into the diner. You can’t help but watch as they loudly make their presence know.

Andy sees this too and rolls his eyes, groaning. “Ugh, who let the freaks out tonight?”

You weren’t really friends with any of the D&D club members, but you were aware of their infamous leader, Eddie Munson.

You and Eddie shared classes together this year as he was a senior with Steve Harrington. Every once in a while you would catch glimpses of him in your shared classes, he would always be sitting in the same spot in the back of the class, uninterested in what the teacher would be teaching.

The club took their seats in a booth only a few rows away from Andy and yourself. Before you could attempt to pull your attention back to date, your eyes caught Eddie’s. He sends you a wink and you quickly turn back towards your the jock.

“Anyway,” Andy tries to regain your attention. “I’m really excited about this movie. I hope you don’t mind but I already bought the tickets.”

“Which one are we seeing?” You we’re hoping to catch something fun. You also enjoyed a good horror flick every once in a while.

“The karate kid.”

“Oh,” your smile that you managed to pull slowly wilted. Not a film you thought you would actually enjoy.

“Yeah, Jason took Chrissy to see it last week and said she liked it.” Of course he was going to take a note out of Jason Carver’s book of dating.

“Did she?” You said, trying your best to sound enthusiastic. “That’s great.”

Before Andy was able to respond, your waitress made her way up to your booth. She places the best looking chocolate milk shake you’ve ever seen right in front of you and a straw.

“Oh I didn’t order this.” You state, slightly confused.

“No you didn’t.” She responds. The older woman leans in closer, enough for you to notice her overly powdered, floral perfume. “Another young man a few booths over did.”

She gives you a knowing smile and leaves. Your eyes follow her, then you glance back at the Hellfire Club. The group of boys were sneaking glances back at you, trying to contain their obvious snickering. Eddie however, is resting an elbow on the table, hand to his mouth to hide his smile and eyes scanning his menu in attempts to look preoccupied.

You sigh as you turn back to Andy who looks irritated as hell. The date had already not been going well for you and Eddie might just have made it even worse.

“You know, we can just get the check and go. It’s okay.” You try to reason, a bit nervous that he may cause a scene.

Andy just snarls at the group and moves to signal your waitress for the check. You nervously tap your feet on the floor as you quietly eye the milkshake. In all honesty, you would never say no to a chocolate milkshake, but you also wanted to at least try and not add to Andy’s anger towards the group.

Eventually your waitress finally arrives and Andy is quick to pay. As you gather your things your jacket and purse, you catch a glimpse at Eddie. He gives you a small wave as you leave, hopefully Andy didn’t see.

The two of you exit the diner and pull your back over your shoulders.

“What a freak.” Andy starts to bicker, searching for his keys.

“Who, Eddie?”

Andy gives you a look, one you don’t really much appreciate. “I meant that whole gang of nerds.”

“Yeah, the milkshake was just a dumb joke. Don’t take it to heart, Andy. And he’s not a freak, he’s actually nice. You and the team are just a bunch of assholes who are quick to judge.” You stand with your arms crossed.

He stops fumbling with his keys and glares back at you. “You know, I thought we were really having good time tonight. But if you’d rather go party with a bunch of losers, be my guest y/n.”

You can’t help but let out a snort. “Not gonna lie, Andy. I’d probably have more fun.”

“Alright then,” he moves to unlock his car. “Maybe one of the freaks can give you a ride home.” And with that he slams his car door shut and takes off down the road.

You hang your head back and roll your eyes. Preparing yourself to walk back in and request to use the phone to call one of parents to pick you up.

Instead, you turn when you hear the bell, signaling the door opening and see Eddie Munson walking out alone. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he slowly makes his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says. “I just wanted to apologize about the whole milkshake thing. I thought it would be funny but clearly, I fucked your date up.”

“No, you didn’t.” You say, taking a few steps closer towards the metal head. “He messed it up way before you and your friends came in.”

“Oh good,” he smiles, kicking a few rocks aside with his sneakers. “Hey, you know you’re more than welcome to come and hang out with us if you want? The guys are cool with it. Or if you just wanna go home I can-“

“Actually I was I suppose to go to a movie tonight.” You said. “I mean, I wasn’t really looking forward to the particular movie-“

“Which movie?” He asks, catching on.

“Karate kid.”

He lets out a laugh. “Oh I don’t think you’d enjoy that.”

“Yeah? And what do you think I’d enjoy?”

He takes another step closer. “You seem like you appreciate good humor and also scary movies.”

“I do.” You smile.

“There’s this little flick that suppose to be good maybe kinda out there but ever heard of GhostBusters?”

“I might have seen a few advertisements on tv.” You reply. “Are you asking me to take me?”

Eddie just shrugs. “I ruined your already shitty date, it’s only right that I treat you to an excellent date.”

You feel your cheeks burn slightly and can’t hide the stupid smile on your face.

“I’m in.” You say, then gesture to the diner. “What about your friends?”

“Oh they’ll be fine. Jeff drove his car here, they can make it work.” He waves them off and guides you to his van where he opens the passenger side door for you.

You hop in, feeling more excited than when Andy had initially picked you up from your home.

Eddie climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the van. “Since you didn’t get to enjoy that milkshake, can I buy you M&Ms at the theater?”

“Munson, you are such a gentleman.”

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I’ve probably had this in my drafts for quite a few months. I’m also aware that the karate kid and ghostbusters weren’t released around the same time but this takes place around 1984 so let’s just go with it. Just pure Eddie fluff. I’m happy to finally post this! Hope you enjoy!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things #Eddie Munson x you #joseph quinn

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mcktub · 1 month ago

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𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : kendrick nathan irving . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : october 11 , 1995 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 29 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : palmview, florida . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : jackson & clarice irving . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis man . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : he + him . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : blue . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : dark brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 191cm / 6'3" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : mixed . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : esfj ( the consul ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual + heteromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : single . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : none . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : english, little bit of spanish . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : kindergarten teacher at seaglass heights elementary school . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : bachelor's in elementary education .

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

every city has that one child who somehow everyone knows. not for gossip or well known parents, neither is it for sports or anything related to regular popularity. kendrick's fame came from the type of kid he was. the one who'd approach any and everyone and start conversation, the kid who made friends very easily and you'd see running around town playing pranks on anyone who gave him even a little bit of leeway. the boy who'd offer to help old ladies carry their groceries home or help anyone else in his classes with their school work. even if you were a victim of his pranks, there's only a tiny chance they'd annoy you; they'd be harmless most of the time, all in good fun. kenny had that type of everybody's little brother boy-ish charm people can't help but get used to.

his parents came to florida just a couple years before having him, palmview is really all he knows. he'll travel, make trips, spend weekends away, but there's not really a part of him that envisions a life anywhere else. he's had only good memories here. spending time with his father at his furniture repairing store or pretending to be his mother's assistant, telling when her psychology clients could go into the room or not. it was an overall easy life. high school wasn't very different; he was a straight a's student who managed to be in everyone's good graces. no matter how nerdy it made him sound, his most successful area aside from interpersonal skills had always been school. so it shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone when he chose to become a teacher.

something about kindergarten too; the idea of helping form a child's personality and sense of morals right as they are beginning to learn what those are, being there for the shift between toddler to child and the development to a slightly functioning human being. he'd always adored knowing he made a positive difference in someone's life, it only made sense that his career of choice would be something that involves just that.

another big part of his personality is love. ah, yes, the things that makes him the stupidest man on earth, you'd think he'd never even made it to high school with the way his heart makes him act like an entire fool. and it has always been like this, kenny falls hard and fast and has tunnel vision whenever he's in love. people have seen him tumblr and fall, hurt himself yet get up and do it all over again far too many times. it never really stops, he doesn't know how to love in a way that isn't wholeheartedly even if that's only going to end up with his heart shattered. yet a broken engagement a year ago, even if a somewhat clean one, changed the tone of that side of him. this one time he hasn't quite yet gotten up, much less attempt to take another step so he'd have the chance to fall again. he's been on the floor still, romantically speaking, laying on the ground of life catching up to him and ruining perfection.

he hasn't changed in much else, the personality everyone knows the man for is there and flourishing, you'll still hear him cracking jokes and making sure everyone around is having the best time. recently busied himself with offering to coach the children's soccer team on weekends, life has been as good as it can be and he just has to deal with it as it comes.

#palmviewintro #✦ kenny ・ about .

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gatitties · 2 years ago

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Who?

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─ Summary: The guys decide to test you to see if you can get the manager job

─ Warnings: oikawa

0 < 1 > 2

They were all gathered in the volleyball club room, sitting in a circle with serious eyes, analyzing the plan proposed by several of the members.

"So what exactly do we do?"

Matsukawa glanced at his cell phone for the last time to ask, taking a quick look at each of the boys to lean more comfortably in his seat.

"She could be our manager."

Yahaba's eyes seemed to have little stars while the place Kindaichi was in seemed like a blooming scene, they could already imagine a lot of scenes where they were gentlemen helping a lady in distress.

"What if she's a fan of shittykawa?"

The mother of the team broke all hope with his clear but harsh words, there was no girl who didn't know Oikawa Tōru in high school, there was no girl who didn't like that stupid setter in one way or another.

"Iwa-chan, she didn't seem to know me." he pouted, crossing his arms, but before anyone could say anything else he spoke again with a smile "Oh! What if she played hard? I mean" he fixed his hair and looked at his nails "to get my attention."

He received a blow to the neck.

"It could be possible."

"Then why are you hitting me?!"

"I don't know, habit I suppose."

"Iwa-chan, so mean!"

That was how they decided to approach you, you could be their future manager if you weren't another one of Oikawa's obsessed fans. The plan was simple, they would have Oikawa bump into you 'accidentally' so that he would start flirting —as usual— so they could see your reaction and decide whether or not you could be part of the team.

Late. Late was a word that was followed by your name, never in your short years of life have you arrived anywhere on time, for that very reason and because your brain did not remember to charge your phone last night is that you were running to get to class. Luck wasn't in your favor either, you arrived fifteen minutes late looking quite messy, although you didn't care about that, your teacher wasn't very amused, that's why you had a little talk with the vice principal. Luckily you would only have to do a couple of things, including cleaning the classroom for a week, well, that was better than a punishment from your mother.

Anything but confront that devil.

Currently you were lying on your table, trying to rest what you had not been able to do that night, but what was your fault? No one warned you that one of your most anticipated series was going to come out so late and you clearly wasn't going to stay without seeing an episode, despite the fact that you ended up watching almost an entire season.

"Here you are, I was looking for you."

You didn't bother to turn your head to see your friend, you just raised a hand, warning that it wasn't the best time to talk.

"You were late again?"

You hummed affirmatively in response. The newly arrived girl sighed when she saw you, you would never change, she left some of her snack knowing that you would not have brought yours and left to let you rest. Like clockwork you woke up five minutes before break was over to eat the sandwich that your pious friend had left you, you would thank her later for being an angel who feeds you. The following hours passed slowly, if it weren't for the fact that a classmate reminded you where the cleaning utensils were, you would have thought that you were still in class. You walked to the closet where things were kept, surprised to find nothing, it was literally empty.

'And how the fuck do I clean the class now? If there is no material I can't clean so…'

A mischievous smile crossed your lips at the thought of not doing your punishment. Coincidentally and out of convenience, the vice principal passed by—surely knowing beforehand that the objects in that closet had been used by other classmates—he simply told you that you could use the third-year ones because they finished a little earlier, so they wouldn't be being used. The previous smile was destroyed in seconds, grumbling internally for not being able to get free.

You walked slowly while letting out a yawn, you really needed to rest more. You picked up everything you needed —which were not a few things— staggering a bit, you affirmed the grip of all the objects against your chest so that they would not fall to the ground, which was totally unnecessary because you collided with a boy, throwing everything to the ground.

'Who's here so late? Aww, now I'll have to pick it all up.'

"Oh, I'm sorry."

A flirtatious voice filtered through your ears, you sighed seeing everything on the floor, rubbed your temples taking a deep breath, this would be a big headache.

"It doesn't matter, I didn't see where I was going."

"Let me help you."

When you looked up, you both looked at each other, remaining like that for a second until you opened your mouth slightly when realized a small problem. The boys hiding behind the corner were disappointed thinking that you really were a fan.

"Don't move."

You said calmly in a whisper as you studied the boy, rather something else that was on him.

"Huh? So you know me? I already knew that no one would resist me."

You didn't listen to his words because all your attention was focused on the mosquito that the boy had fluttering through his hair, you raised your hand slowly, Oikawa remained static thinking that you were going to pounce on him, he smiled arrogantly at that thought.

"I got you!"

You hit the head of the setter, leaving both the person who received the slap and the hidden boys stunned, that was not what he had in mind that would happen but he continued in the line of thoughts, still believing that you were his fan.

"what was that? Are you a masochist? I'm not really into those things but I could try them for you…"

You wiped your hand with mosquito remnants to start picking up the utensils thrown on the floor, forgetting about the boy who imagined grotesque scenes in his mind, before you could leave quietly he touched your shoulder with a triumphant smile.

"So when do you want to meet? I can make a space in my schedule for you, darling."

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, who wouldn't want to hang out with me?"

"Who are you?"

All the guys that were there froze thinking the same thing. 'She doesn't know me' echoed in the captain's head, no, you're just being tough, right? He broke out in a sweat as he stared at the blank face of the you.

"B-but we saw each other a couple of days ago." you tilted your head thinking "You have to know who I am!"

"Oh! I know who you are, you're the boy I gave my friend's letter to."

"Yes!"

The boy's spirit returned to be present in his expression of victory.

"But I don't know who you are."

And he was down again in a matter of seconds. Seeing the boy's downcast expression, you felt a little sorry, you tried to remember all those times when you were eating and didn't listen to most of what your friend told you, until a lightbulb went on above your head.

"I remember, you're Oiwaka!"

'Oiwaka' gasped as he seemed to want to cry, he quickly walked away to where his companions were hiding from him, giving up.

'Where has he gone? Well I don't care, what a weird guy'

You shrugged your shoulders to go finish your punishment, well, part of your punishment, you would think about what to do with the other part of the problem.

#fem reader #reader insert #manager miniseries #haikyuu x manager reader #manager reader #aoba josai x reader #aoba josai #haikyuu #haikyuu xreader #oikawa

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dragon-of-timeless-blue · 1 year ago

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in honor of the 10th anniversary of the first episode of Free! It's time for a:

APPRECIATION POST TO:

Gou Matsuoka

Nagisa Hazuki

Rei Ryugazaki

Goro Sasabe

& Amakata Miho

BECAUSE WITHOUT THEM NONE OF THE EVENTS OF FREE! WOULD HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE!! (and because they are very cool characters who deserve more love and recognition)

Gou:

Was literally the one that made possible the reunion in the pool of the Iwatobi gang and Rin

The best manager the swim club could ask for

She always support and lead the boys with a strong hand in their trainin

Knows how to do kanji calligraphy (which is difficult!!!)

She studied and analyzed various training regimens, and her love of muscle fueled her with determination to form the boys in the best of the best

BEST SISTER IN THE WORLD, DID EVERYTHING TO BRING HER BROTHER SMILE BACK

The person responsible for Free! have more than one female character (bless you goddess)

Literally a rinharu stan

"are you that interested in my brothers regimen?" "not really" "so HE IS INTERESTED"

Nagisa:

THE ENGINE AND SOUL OF THE SWIMMING CLUB!!

THE FIRST ONE WHO SUGGEST DOING THE SWIM CLUB IN FIRST PLACE (and persevere even though Haru immediately rejected it)

Organized and took care of most of the paperwork to be able to have the club

HE WAS SO DETERMINED TO GET RIN TO SWIM WITH EVERYONE AGAIN

The most empathetic person in the world, his ability to connect and understand people always helps to unite the group even more

He never gave up and managed to get Rei into the swim club and practically changed his life doing that

He did his best at school to be able to continue swimming with his friends ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

His superpower to connect with people created alliances Iwatobi-Samezuka in a stronger way

One of the most enthusiastic when promoting the club in search of new members

another rinharu stan lol

Bonus point: thanks to him there is one scene in TFS2 where I enjoy Kinjou being there (Kin-chan~)

Rei:

He was literally the one who got fed up with the miscommunication problems between Rin and Haru (and well, the rest of the team) and confronted Rin to tell him his truths, and if it wasn't for that NOTHING WOULD HAVE BEEN RESOLVED

He was the one who told Haru the right words for him to realize his feelings ("I want to swim with Rin") and gave in if put in the relay (THE RELAY THAT WAS SO SO IMPORTANT FOR THE TEAM AND AAAAAAH)

THE BEST AND WORTHY SUCCESSOR CAPTAIN OF THE IWATOBI TEAM ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Recruited and inspired new members and didn't let the club disappear!!

Tutored Nagisa to raise his grades so he could stay on the team

His training with Rin in order to surprise his teammates and improve the performance of the team

Do I have to say that he is a rinharu stan? isnt obvious?

Goro-chan:

Great swimming teacher, literally thanks to him is that Nagisa, Haru and Makoto know how to swim well in the first place

Makoto's father figure (this is more of a hc and something I wish would have been explored more but I'm still putting it in)

He always believed that the boys could go far and gave them his full support when the swimming club was just starting

Provided pizza to the team (very important lmao)

He literally witnessed the entire angst moment between Rin and Haru (when Rin camel back from Australia im talking abt THE MOMENT) and if it wasn't for him, Makoto would never have found out what happened

rebuilt the swim club and is literally helping the new generation to enjoy swimming

Thanks to the job he offered Makoto, he found his dream (AND THAT IS SOMETHING SO IMPORTANT 😭)

cool gentleman with goatee

Ama-sensei:

Literally the teacher who gave the swim club the green light and who did all the administrative stuff to make it possible.

She always gave great advice (in the form of a proverb but advice nonetheless).

In most competitions she was there supporting the boys

Like, just imagine seeing that little group of guys that one day asked you for help to make a swimming club grow and see how one of them even reaches international events like LSNDKDN

THANK U ALL OF U

I LOVE Y'ALL SO DEARLY

#free!#free! iwatobi swim club #hazuki nagisa #nagisa hazuki #ryugazaki rei #rei ryuugasaki #matsuoka gou #gou matsuoka #sasabe goro #goro sasabe #miho amakata #i really need more content for all of them #an ova where ama-sensei and goro finally get maarried pls

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erikahammerschmidt · 10 months ago

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part of why I have become deeply uncomfortable with the idea of monogamous marriage-- and much more comfortable with the "several roommates with benefits" living situation-- is the same reason I'm uncomfortable with the isolated nuclear family for childraising.

we all --regardless of what we do for our own health-- run the risk of someday needing to be cared for like children.

And saying that every person is capable of this is just as dangerous as saying every person is capable of being a good parent.

and yet. Under the current expectations of monogamy, every person entering a marriage goes into it knowing that there's a chance society will someday expect them to do this. To take over-- not just play a part in, but take on like an entire job-- what are basically childraising duties.

Except that the person you may be having to physically lift and move-- who may be mentally impaired and physically fighting you on it-- is going to be adult-sized and not child-sized.

And you will be getting older and less physically strong yourself.

And this person will be gradually getting more dependent on you, not less.

And you will probably still need to have a job to survive, and you cannot send this person to a government-funded school just to keep them safe during the day while you are at your job.

And society may also be expecting you to do the same for your own parents. At the same time.

And if you give up on any of this, if you "put them in a nursing home" (to be cared for by a team of multiple people who are trained in these tasks and paid for them) you are considered a bad person who has abandoned the one you swore to love forever, in their time of most desperate need.

(this goes for the aforementioned parents as well as the aforementioned spouse.)

and that is an understandable viewpoint, because nursing homes are very often terrible. the team "caring" for your loved one will be an overworked, underpaid skeleton crew, with multiple people to care for, and not nearly enough support for the ways this overtaxes them and sometimes puts them in actual danger.

if their charges physically fight them, for example, they will often have no protection from this-- because what is your boss supposed to do about abuse from someone not responsible for their mental state and their actions, whose care is your job, and who literally can't survive without it?

it is likely this "team" will all be on the verge of breaking.

(all of this, as a distantly related side note, also goes for the teachers at the aforementioned government-funded school for your aforementioned children.)

(caregiving is a mess at every level of society.)

As someone without either children or a monogamous spouse-- in a society where those are the default caregivers, and any alternatives are treated like desperate last resorts-- I am apprehensive about what will happen when my own health runs out.

and yet I am, somehow, not AS apprehensive as I would be, if I had a person already assigned to take on that role, unpaid, unprepared, out of family obligation to me.

because being apprehensive on the part of myself, my own potential suffering, is more manageable, somehow, than the fear that my own future might inflict such suffering on a person I love.

Villages should be raising children. Villages should also be caring for the disabled and elderly, together.

My house full of roommates is, somewhat, a village caring for one another. It is nowhere near enough. But it's the best I have, right now.

I still should make clear plans, to whatever degree I can in this terrifying world. Plans, thoroughly discussed with all my friends, for just what they should do in the event of my sudden disability--- just how they should share and handle the task of getting me into a more stable living arrangement, with no more than that ever required from them.

Because even as a group, they should not have that obligation pushed upon them unasked-- any more than my blood relatives should.

Neither friendship nor family ties should ever, ever be taken as implicit consent to this.

But friendship-- casual friendship, unbound by something like blood or marriage-- feels perhaps a little bit less like outright coercion. Especially if spread out among several friends.

I don't know. None of it is okay. I don't know how to make it as close to okay as possible. Even though my own current life is enormously privileged, in comparison to so many others.

(I am glad none of my blood family back home follow my Tumblr. Because one form of my privilege is that I'm sure several of them would respond to this with "You don't have to worry! We would help you! Of course we would! We're family!")

(and I would not know how to make them understand that that's part of the problem I'm writing about, here.)

#disability #support networks #desperately inadequate support networks #fear for the future

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eclvpses · 1 year ago

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welcome to marina, abel romanov ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a thirty-three year old who has lived on the island for his whole life. word on the street is they’re currently living in hyland park and works as a pediatrics doctor. everyone also says they look a lot like brenton thwaites. what do you think?

below are mentions of injury, and depression.

stats.

name: abel camile romanov.

age: thirty-three.

gender identity: cis man.

pronouns: he/him.

sexuality: thinks he's straight but has just never felt the loving touch of another man</3.

birthday: december 3, 1989.

star sign: sagittarius.

myer-briggs: infp.

occupation: pediatrics doctor.

place of birth: marina island.

last played on spotify: the system dreams in total darkness by the national.

general disposition: optimistic and overbearing.

background.

second child 2 senator vaughn and philanthropist adelaide who’s currently running for marina’s mayor, younger brother of cain!! the romanov’s r quite well known fr their All American n Lavish lifestyle

growing up abel worshiped cain he was the cool older sibling who could do it all n still maintain the lifestyle he wanted/their parents expected n abel wanted nothing more than to follow in their footsteps

he tried his best to keep up, did everything cain did, but his grades were always just a bit lower, or his form was always just a bit off, he always felt second fiddle, like it was his role in life as the second child

abel ignored it the best he could for most of his life but he started to notice a different side of cain that he didn’t show their family and a side that :/ abel didn’t like or know at all that was quite vile and this was when some resentment started to form bc their parents thought of cain as their Golden Child n didnt see what was going on behind the scenes whereas abel tried his best to be genuinely good if he could help it

by his senior year of high school things were starting to look up a bit, his already rly good grades were managing to improve, he was on a bunch of social teams, and the coach was saying it was looking good for him to become captain of the soccer team by his second semester, which would look even better for scholarships that'd been in the talks since he was 15

injury; abel was still subconsciously trying to impress his family, his siblings, the people around him, wearing himself out until he was stretched far too thin, and he paid for it with one wrong move during a soccer game that had him colliding with someone from the other team, his knee popping out of place and shattering

it was really really really bad, he was in a cast for a few months bc it needed a total of five surgeries, obviously sports were permanently out of his future, and he still walks with a limp in his right leg and is in need of a cane to this day

depression; this sent abel into a really bad depressive spiral that he didn’t really talk to anyone about cause he’d trained himself at that point to just keep things to himself and never reveal his emotions so that no one could catch him vulnerable or have an upper hand on him

however this was the final nudge he needed to really become his Own Person after realizing it’d gone too far and he’d gotten too bad (on medication now to regulate when he gets out of control/starts to get bad again bc it does happen from time to time)

told his parents fk ur money! n moved out of home, had a rly lovely letter of recommendation from teachers that got him into medical school, started joining different teams tht he thought wld b more fun (radio, chess, etc.), started to distance himself from his siblings a bit too (mostly out of shame)

details.

rly started to loosen up, threw a lot of parties at the romanov summer beach house without telling his parents n would purposely act out/make more friends than he ever had trying to uphold the family image

is still . quite stiff around the edges to this day tho, thinks everything through and has like daily planners he writes down his entire days in to the Second old habits die hard its jst how he functions at this point

had another rly rly bad depressive episode when cain went missing bt like everything he does? he internalized it baybee!

is like overly nice tho he just rly struggles expressing himself/being openly emotional and vulnerable with ppl he thinks they’ll view it as weakness tho he’s a bit desperate to properly let someone in

when cain came back (will b explained in james’ bio) their parents encouraged abel to keep an eye on them n it made abel :/ another reason fr resentment in his eyes (he still loves his brother bt bc hes so bad at expressing himself he thinks hes gna make cain worse if anything)

has been with several ppl bc hes kinda desperate fr approval/fr ppl to need him so hes been quite a good bf in the past bt his incapability to properly open up has put a real Damper on things

likes to think hes in perfect control of his emotions bt explodes a lot bc hes bottled things up fr years

is in no way a Bros Bro but will blush over his shirtless guy friends sometimes then b like . awww so endearing of me i must love my friends sm<3 like jst doesn’t realize he’s Bi LKSHDGKLHSDKLG he wldnt even freak out if he found out he’s just clueless.

thts all . i can think of now ok bye<3

connections.

exes???? he wld have a Few methinks only ever had one Long Term GF (winks at stef and asya) but probs tried to date after when cain came back i cant imagine it went swimmingly bt. LKSDHGKLHSDG

fwb’s/past hookups/ur regular old Spice

obvs he’s never been w a guy before but i am So Desperate fr a funny/cute plot where a friend or even jst a random hits on him/Opens His Eyes and he goes wow this is all starting to make sense.

ppl he has a crush on…………. bt wld never say anything abt it . in his current Frivolously Unemotionally Emotional state

family friends/ppl he grew up with?? or ppl who knew him before he separated himself from his family a bit n knew him as a diff guy n is like ‘omg wtf lol’ now

obvs . some friends Bleathe

enemies?? ppl who he got annoyed with n jst lost it on bc it was a wrong place wrong time Situation.

thts all i can think of rn very basic bt teehee

#injury tw #depression tw #90% of this was copy n pasted from eons ago i did edit but #shoves this at everyone w a giggle

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devilsurvivor-2-recordbreaker · 1 year ago

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I'm just thinking about my junior year and it was just terrible for the shortest explanation.

In greater detail it wasn't the worst but it still sucked, that part is true. Like half of my classes for the first half of the school year just felt awful to be in. But atleast half of those classes got better with time and did become enjoyable. Other half still sucked ass.

I wanna say my biggest pain in the ass's I had all year were my literature and global perspectives class. The first because it felt like my teacher was pulling fucking mind games to mess with me plus had THE COP FLAG. I could taste the patriotism in the room. No amount of blindly picked quotes could deny it.

The other, global perspectives, was a absolute hell in the second quarter. Like it was entirely dedicated to these massive projects atleast I wasn't prepared for. Like the first semester was just spent lollygagging. We barely did anything and then suddenly it's 'your going to have to surrender your entire life to these assignments for the next six months l, have fun :)'. And it made me want to hust drop out. Like legit I wanted to just drop my entire career because working on those projects were hell. I felt like I was experiencing first hand what those development horror stories were like. Bad team management and all. Like it was so bad that one of the students I worked with refused to work with me afterwards when we had to do a tiny two person assignment after all was over.

That class just drained all the energy I had. Straight vamperic effect on my mental well being. Like knowing I would have to go to that class made me irritated and annoyed. I've never have had a class so swiftly have my opinion on it turn on its head so suddenly.

Now that I've survived it I just feel entirely out of it. I felt no reward no release that it was over. I just felt like I was going home, nothings changed. Nothing conquered or earned. Just routines and cycles repeating.

I don't say it much on here because I very much want to separate my personal life from here but in my irl friend group the seniors left and since then the groups has just been wayning. They were the glue of the group. And I thought maybe I could be the glue that kept us together but I just felt like it wasn't ment to last and accepted that the friendship I had made in this group wouldn't last past this year. So I spent the last full day together at our usual lunch table alone.

Idk I don't mean to get sappy but these people basically were what were holding me together. I never have had many friends in my short life and I struggle to make them, let alone maintain them. I didn't have friends for the most part. I knew people and I would hang out with them but I'm not sure I would call our time together as a friendship. It was much more mutual and acquaintance like. Plus for another multitude of reasons it was a real struggle. So becoming apart of this friend group was one of the best things to happen to me in a long time.

But then it ends and I feel like reset to zero. Like it meant nothing even if it meant the world to me. I blame myself partially. I never extend a hand first expecting these friends to be the first to open the possibility for communication or a relationship outside of school. I feel like I didn't make them care enough about me to warrant them wanting to do that. So just seeing them so easily move on feels like a brick to the face. The harsh reality that whatever friendship I thought I had with these people was no as strong as it was in reality.

And that just hurts. I have difficulty trying to gage if I am friends with people or just that, acquaintances. The person you meet in this place, say your his and hellos and move on. Maybe think about me once in a while or get reminded of me when something related to me corpses your mind.

Which is why I fear sometimes that it's pointless to try and make friends because it'll only end in me crying over people who just don't feel the same way. Again, I feel like I'm to blame for these failed relations.

Worst part is that I feel like they can move on because they have people of their own. Like they can move on with their life and go to their friends. But I can't. I don't have any other friends. I don't mean to discount my online fiends, but I feel its important to have real life friends. (I feel like I should qlarify that the online friends I have made have absolutely helped me, that is undeniable.)

It's why I feel like I've returned to square one. I've revert to this base state of being where I feel alone. And I fear with my life at times that this cycle will just repeat. That feeling got really bad this year because I knew that the seniors would be leaving soon and I wanted to make the most of it while it lasted. But it wasn't enough. It almost feels like it was predestined. Maybe because I knew I made the mistake to think that they make the first move when they were just fine sticking to the equivalent to office cooler conversations.

And then there I am. Feeling dead on the bus ride back on the last day of school year, having survived, but feeling defeated.

I just had to work through some things here.

I feel obligated to thank all the people I've met here because I absolutely would have not survived if not for all of you. Too many to thank so to all of my mutuals and friends here from the bottom of my heart, thanks for being a friend.

#vent

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toorusluvr · 2 years ago

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❥ ҉ CHAPTER THREE - WHAT’S UP WITH YOU?

❥ ҉ NOTE FROM NIS: fairly a normal chapter too so anticipate smut in the next chapter ehe andddd pls minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni!

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It was only quarter before 8 in the morning when Oikawa started annoying the shit out of you. You almost, define almost, snapped at the brunette for even talking to you the first thing in the morning. Not that you hate him for no reason but people need to understand the concept of ‘no talking until I am finally awake’ the first thing in the morning. The concept is not really difficult to understand, in your opinion. Maybe Oikawa is a happy person in the morning, oh, who the hell knows.

“Get out of my face!” You tried to swat him away but he successfully dodged the hit. Oikawa grinned seeing your feisty antics as he tried to poke you using a pen on the second try.

Iwaizumi walked past the two of you, ignoring the early morning banter. His eyes remained plastered on Oikawa trying to annoy you the first thing in the morning. And then his gaze shifted to your side. His chest rose steady and slow as he examined the two of you from behind.

You yawned and lightly stretched your body, ignoring Oikawa who was sitting beside you. The guy was waiting for his time to poke your anger. You rolled your eyes at him before resting your head on top of your folded arms, face down on the table.

“Not getting enough sleep there, shortcake?” Oikawa clicked his tongue, yet slightly concerned because you looked exhausted. Yes, he noticed the weary look you had on your face. “It’s only the first week of the semester and you’re this tired? May God have mercy on ya.”

There was a momentary silence. Oikawa tipped his head at Iwaizumi and his best friend scoffed. “Not my problem,” he mouthed to Oikawa. As if he gave a fuck or two about you anyway.

Clearly you heard him but you chose to ignore him. Not until he shook your entire body with so much force. “Y/N, wake up!” Oikawa grinned as he shook your body with his hands but you were not budging. You just ignored him, kept your body still and tried to regulate your breath. Calm down, he is your desk mate was what you told yourself over and over again until he eventually stopped doing it.

Not a second after, the sound of your teacher’s footsteps filled the morning silence. “Y/N! The teacher’s here! Wake up!” Oikawa half-whispered. You immediately lifted your head and straightened your back before opening your mouth to say something.

“Ma’am, can I request something?” you blatantly asked with your hand raised in the air. The teacher looked at you and asked you to continue speaking. “I wish to change my seat partner. Can I do that?” You managed to ask that question without sparing a glance at your deskmate, Oikawa.

He looked pissed. It was as clear as day, judging from your peripheral vision, you could confirm it. Yes, Oikawa was pissed now that he felt you tarnished his good name in front of one of his favourite teachers.

Oikawa looked at you with a surprised look all over his face. “Hey! I’m fairly a good person, okay? Why did you want to change seats? I love being your desk-mate!” He just met you but he kinda likes sitting beside you even though you ask him to shut up most of the time. That is not stopping him from talking or annoying you in any way.

As if his words changed your mind, you shook your head at him. “You love to annoy me. Can you quit it? For the love of God, quit it before I move to another class.”

“I'm sorry, Y/N. You can’t change seats. Did Oikawa… offend you?” the teacher asked, because so far Oikawa has been a good student in her class. The kind of student that grabs most of the teachers’ attention because of his skills in volleyball and also in academics. Oikawa has outstanding grades despite being a captain in his volleyball team. His only crime is that he attracts a lot of girls’ attention, in and out of their school.

The brunette smiled at his favourite teacher, “Of course no, Ma’am. We were just having a small banter! It’s nothing serious, you can trust me.”

The teacher seemed to be pleased with his answer so she let it slide. The woman in her 30s continued to brief the topic for the day before eventually moving to teach the lesson. All of the students in the class started to prepare their notebooks and pens and you let out a long sigh.

It was a tad bit unfair, though. The way that teacher just let it slide but whatever, as long as you stay on her good side. You rolled your eyes at him, “Oikawa, you better behave before I start throwing hands. It’s only the first week of me being here! Don’t make my life harder than it already is.”

Oikawa thought you were kidding but you clearly weren’t. Your face turned dull the moment you said the last sentence. Your life does seem harder than it is, he picked on the clue. “Geez, I'm sorry. I meant it. Let’s get along well, friend.”

You couldn’t believe what you heard. Friend? What is he? Ten? But you didn’t want to prolong the argument so you put your ego aside. “Okay, let’s be friends and stop annoying me or else-”

“Yes, yes I know! You’re gonna start throwing hands if I don't stop. I have engraved your lines at the back of my mind, idiot!” Oikawa huffed in defeat, putting both of his hands in the air. You smirked, “Good. Now you know better than not to mess with me.”

Oikawa just rolled his eyes at you before you asked him to roll his eyes quieter. What did you mean ‘roll your eyes quietly?’ He wasn’t even talking or spouting any words! Looks like he can easily get on your nerves anytime he wants.

A solid 45 minutes into the class, the teacher let the students take a 5 minutes break. You took that chance to relax your tense shoulders and put away the stuff that you didn’t need in your drawer. In your peripheral vision, you could see Oikawa’s body was facing you.

Before he even knew it, you startled him. “What?”

Oikawa grinned sheepishly. “So, have you and Iwa-chan made up? Aren’t you going to be friends with him? He is a great guy,” Oikawa asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you with so much anticipation.

Iwaizumi heard the brunette mentioned his name and he dismissed his stupid question. He knew you’d answer it on his behalf whether it’s a negative or a positive answer. Either way, he knew better than to meddle whatever is being asked.

You let out a deep sigh. “Why do you care so much? Is he your boyfriend or something?” was all you could answer. Yes, you knew what happened yesterday was merely a misunderstanding from both sides. But, your ego was hurting. You let that man get into your head way too easily.

After you got home yesterday, you suddenly thought of a million clapbacks you could have said. “Ugh, he got it lucky!” You groaned.

Oikawa stared at you in disbelief. “What the heck did I just hear? Whatever. I was just asking because you know… we are classmates and whatnot. You have to see him every day too. Still not giving up?”

“You tell him to say sorry first and I’ll apologise. Case closed,” it was a finalised decision and Oikawa threw a paper ball at you.

“Case open. Both of you need to get your head straight and work out this misunderstanding. What a bunch of cowards,” Oikawa snickered.

Iwaizumi was hoping to open his mouth but he realised he needed to be the only sane person in this group. “Says the one who is being petty around that someone,” he voiced out his inner thoughts and Oikawa shot him a glare.

“How dare you?” He dramatically gasped, bringing one of his hands over his chest as if he was hurt by the snarky remark. Oikawa knew Iwaizumi was hinting about their junior from their middle school, Kageyama Tobio. He doesn’t really hate the kid but he just… gets annoyed at the sight of him sometimes. Sometimes.

You just shook your head and ignored the two of them.

During lunch break, Oikawa had dragged you and Iwaizumi to the dining hall together with their other two friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki. You were informed that they are in the volleyball team too.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You’re the new student, right? Oikawa couldn’t stop talking about you, so did the guys in my class. Huh. What a bunch of weirdos,” Hanamaki said as he offered his hand to shake hands with you.

You let out a chuckle, “Why would they talk about someone they barely know? You know what, it doesn’t matter. And, why did Oikawa boast about my presence here? He is such a creep.”

Oikawa pretended he didn’t hear you just say that. Truth to be told, he was just feeling giddy that Iwaizumi’s one night stand is his new desk mate. Who would have believed that such fate could happen to one of his closest friends?

Iwaizumi spotted the sly grin on Oikawa’s face and smacked him on the back. At this point, it can be called a reflex to when Oikawa is acting like a kid.

“Ow! That hurts!” Oikawa whined, causing Hanamaki and Matsukawa to burst into laughter seeing their captain winced in pain. Both of them have gotten used to the childhood best friends quarrelling.

As you remember, Matsukawa said that Iwaizumi’s sole purpose is to humble Oikawa and put him in his place every time he’s out of control. Huh, that’s an interesting fact that you have learned ever since you stepped foot here.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki instantly made you feel comfortable! You realised that it’s easy to click with them in no time rather than hanging out with Oikawa and well, Iwaizumi. Maybe because of what happened the day before.

“Oh, right! Shoot! We forgot to ask, how was Terushima’s party the other day? We heard it was dope as usual!” Hanamaki or also known as Makki– just like he told you, asked out of the blue.

Makki and Mattsun know him too? Ugh, this is not going to end well. Slowly, you let out a sigh. This topic again? When will this end? How would these two react if they found out?

Oikawa smirked when his eyes met yours, “It was cool. I didn’t expect Y/N is actually Terushima’s childhood best friend!”

You knew Oikawa was hinting something else and it made you feel like pulling all of your hair out. You couldn’t help but shoot a glare at him while cursing him in your mind for 10 seconds straight.

Just… Please don’t let anyone other than these people find out!

“Really? Wow, Y/N. You must be famous at your old school too!” Matsukawa complimented you, but somehow it didn’t sound like it in this situation. If only he knew how humiliated you were on the night of the party.

However, you just smiled through the pain of the reminder.

“Didn’t Iwaizumi hook up with someone that night?” Matsukawa bluntly asked, making you choke on your lunch. There it was. That one ticking bomb waiting to explode anytime. Your eyes widened after hearing his question. Just- oh god, just when the hell did the information leak out so fast?

And then it clicked. There is only one person on your mind. You hurriedly looked at Oikawa who was grinning shamelessly. He bit the baby carrot while exchanging looks with you.

“For fuck’s sake. Let’s just forget about that. I swear to God if any of you bring that up again, I am going to throw hands,” Iwaizumi, who was silently eating his lunch, finally opened his mouth to speak. In his mind, he was silently begging that his friends will finally shut their mouths. He did regret telling Oikawa about hooking up with a random stranger on the night of the party.

In his defence, he was quite tipsy when he told him after they returned from Terushima’s party.

Again, Oikawa grinned cheekily. “Aw, look at you picking up her favourite phrase.”

Iwaizumi poked his tongue in his inner cheek, a sharp gaze staring at the brunette’s face. He didn’t mind the mindless teasing but when Oikawa started to play it like that, he grew uncomfortable. What’s his play here?

You could feel the pulses in your temples before slowly letting out a deep sigh. The only people who knew about your one night stand with Iwaizumi as of right now are Terushima and Oikawa only. You hoped, emphasis on hope, that no one else will know about this.

Iwaizumi accidentally met your eyes and you hurriedly shifted your gaze elsewhere. Damn it. Even the littlest thing is making you sick to the stomach. Not because you hate him but the butterflies that he gives you when he looks at you with that pair of hella sexy eyes.

Luckily, the conversation about Iwaizumi and his hookup was left to die. You couldn’t be more thankful that they let it slide.

In class, you couldn’t even focus on what the teacher was saying. You were busy thinking about the person who is sitting behind you. Yes, you were thinking about apologising to Iwaizumi for the misunderstanding. That guy is not that bad, right? Sure, you guys got off to a rough start but you were sure he would rather discuss it in a good manner.

Okay, let’s do this. For the sake of meeting him every day in class, you put your ego aside.

So, the plan was to apologise after the classes ended. As you guys were about to leave the class, you stopped Iwaizumi in his seat. “Hey, can we talk privately?” you asked carefully, in case he went batshit crazy. Iwaizumi is not a hot-tempered guy, he’s just more likely to snap if someone accuses him wrongly.

“Sure,” he agreed.

Oikawa gave both of you guys an approving look. “You guys better not throw fists on each other’s face. Don’t want anyone to get hurt, do we?”

Iwaizumi groaned before asking Oikawa to head to the gym first without him.

You walked outside of the classroom and Iwaizumi followed you to the isolated corner in the hallway.

Your steps halted before turning to look at him. “I just wanted to say sorry for my nonchalant behaviour the other day. I know I shouldn't have said that to you. I also feel like it’s both our faults for lying to each other. Let’s just pretend nothing happened and be friends, yeah?”

You let out a deep breath after talking non-stop. Well, your apology wasn’t so bad.

Iwaizumi’s dark green eyes bored into yours, unknowingly giving you a disapproving look. The man cleared his throat. “I wanted to apologise too. Uh, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I believed you were simply asking me but I took it the wrong way. My bad. Yeah, let’s just pretend nothing happened and be friends.”

His words made you feel relieved! If only he knew that because he just put you in a roller coaster of emotional ride.

Both of you looked at each other and awkwardly laughed. You grinned, “Good. Now, go to your practice before Oikawa finds you here!”

Iwaizumi let out a chuckle, it’s your first time hearing him chuckle sincerely and not in a sarcastic manner. Surprisingly, it’s quite nice. “Hey, why don’t you drop by sometimes? It’ll be great, you know.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thanks for the offer but no, I've had enough of volleyball actually. It is not boring, it’s just- uh, I don’t know how to explain this, but I sorta have a bad relationship with volleyball. Did I say it right?”

Again, Iwaizumi gave you a weird stare. He chuckled. Again. And you smiled hearing it. Good. Now you look like a fool for smiling too much.

“A bad relationship with volleyball? What’s up with you?”

You chuckled nervously. You weren’t ready to tell him about your complicated relationship with Semi Eita and what happened between you guys. “It's nothing, really. I have nothing against volleyball if that makes you feel better.”

You paused. “So, we are good, right?”

Iwaizumi gave you a quick nod. “Yeah, we are good. No worries. I’m not the one to hold grudges.”

“Great! Me either. I have to go home. See you tomorrow, Iwa!” You excused yourself and started to feel your heart pounding. Oh no, what is this feeling? You started to panic as the pounding started to get louder, each pound accompanying your steps.

Iwaizumi looked at you taking off in a hurry. He shook his head looking at you, not having a single clue why you were behaving weirdly. This is his first time hearing someone sort of have a bad relationship with volleyball.

“Is she really the person who seduced me the other night?” he thought to himself. You were completely different on that night. It’s like two different worlds.

Without him knowing, a smile formed in the corner of his lips. He tried to ignore it but a part of him just… couldn’t.

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evanjinx · 3 years ago

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alternative universe buddie fics recs :)

note: the links weren't working the first time i wrote the post but i edited and they're okay now!! if it still isn't working for you is probably because you're trying to open from a reblog from before i edit it, so try open directly from the original post on my profile.

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i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday [complete | teen and up audiences | 36.3k words]

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

i wanna be know (by you) by @starlightbuck [complete | general audiences | 12.5k words]

“I didn’t mean to do it.” Hen glances down at Eddie’s phone then back up at him in disbelief.

“How do you ‘not mean’ to download a bunch of dating apps but still have them on your phone?”

Or In which Eddie delves into the intimidating world of online dating.

if i got locked away (would you still love me the same?) by @firefighterhan [complete | general audiences | 3.7k words]

Buck gets accidentally thrown in jail after meddling in a fight outside of a grocery store. There, he meets an unexpected guest, famous music artist Eddie Diaz, who is being suspiciously quiet about how he ended up here in the first place.

if only in my dreams by @buttercupbuck [complete | general audiences | 5.4k words]

Years before Eddie joins the 118, Buck meets him at an airport bar on Christmas day.

in a week by @buttercupbuck [complete | explicit | 78.9k]

in which Eddie joins the U.S. Forest Service and in the meadows of California, finds the things he thought he lost and the things he thought he'd never have.

It Started With A Bang And A Hostage Situation by JayJay__884 [complete | general audiences | 6.6k words]

Buck goes to the store one late night to buy food because of Maddie's pregnancy cravings. Whilst at the store, Buck accidentally gets caught in the middle of a robbery and gets knocked out. After waking up in the backroom, Buck finds himself as a hostage with a handsome and caring stranger.

Leading with the Left by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 84.7k]

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

Lift me up by @captain--sif [complete | teen and up audiences | 5.5k words]

Buck gets stuck in his apartment building's broken elevator with his good-looking neighbor from the sixth floor.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 11.2k words]

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

*stupidly handsome and annoyingly talented rival spy

Mr. Buckley's After Hours Detention by aresaphrodites [complete | mature | 11.4k words]

It’s not like Eddie Diaz planned on this. Really, there was no scenario in his mind where he would ever be bringing his son’s teacher a freaking goody basket to class; a homemade goody basket, no less. Then again, Christopher has never had a teacher quite like Evan Buckley.

MukbangsWithBuck by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 19.3k words]

After growing tired of eating alone in his loft, Buck decides to start a YouTube channel where he records himself eating dinner and telling stories about crazy things his team has encountered on calls. He eventually gains a substantial fanbase, and he is led to the channel of another LA firefighter who uploads informational videos and also casual vlogs with his ten-year-old son. It isn't long before the two start a friendship through messages, both of them secretly hoping it will turn into something more. Or, Eddie and Buck are both firefighters/YouTubers and they end up falling in love.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates [complete | explicit | 139.1k words]

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out. But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie. Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back. He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head.

Passive Aggressive Flirting by @starlingbite [complete | general audiences | 4.5k words]

Buck and Eddie have never met. They both work at the 118 but just on different shifts. That's all about to change when Buck finds a sticky note message, signed E.

String of hearts... by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 11.1k words]

“Now. Eddie is this incredible presence. He’s funny and smoking hot, and he has a son who sounds wonderful. And he’s serious and vulnerable at times. But so enjoyable to be around, every single second that he’s there. And how can I put myself out there when the expectation is so high? When the thing I might lose is so beautiful?”

In which Buck owns a plant shop in LA, and Eddie becomes his new favorite customer. Pining ensues.

check out my post of buddie fics with dad!buck

#i will probably do a part two of this because i have more but this post its already way too big #buddie #buddie fic #buddie fic rec #fic rec #911 #911 fox #911 on fox #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #otp: you act like you're expendable but you're wrong #tv: 9-1-1 #*

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years ago

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OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

#attack on titan fanfiction #eren x y/n #tw dubcon #bully eren yeager #bullying #toxic eren #yandere eren x reader #eren x reader

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years ago

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kinktober - day one

akaashi keiji - friends to lovers

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list

NSFW warning featuring: fingering, dry humping, first time together, unprotected sex other tags: lots of exposition, too many words, years long pining, accidental almost confession, emotional real one, mentions of characters having previous partners, oblivious reader, hidden feelings, slight angst, oh no there’s only one bed! fem reader

word count: 7380

Akaashi Keiji knows everything.

At least, he seems to.

You realized this only a month after knowing him. He turned around to you, the girl who sat behind him in biology, and gave you one look before saying, “You have no idea what this lesson is about, do you?” And you laughed, because it was so absurdly true, while Akaashi turned his desk around and introduced himself as your study partner.

You still don’t know how he knew you were struggling. You thought you hid it well, but his eyes must have caught the poor grade on the quiz the teacher returned to you the week before, or the way you seemed to immediately sulk the moment you walked into the classroom. He could see everything you tried to hide - even things you couldn’t see yourself.

And he wouldn’t let you get away with anything but a stellar grade, so study sessions became routine for the two of you - a friendship was destined to bloom, and fast.

He was too observant for his own good, which was something you learned while watching one of his volleyball practices. He had been inviting you to come watch after study sessions for awhile, but it took you a bit to work up the nerve to walk into the giant gymnasium filled with boys you didn’t know.

As you watched him play, you saw his superpower: Akaashi’s eyes were everywhere at once. On the ball, on his teammates, on his opponents, on his own feet - he always knew where everyone was at any given moment, all while somehow managing to spare you a few knowing glances during the mess of the game.

You never knew how he did it, but you figured you didn’t have to know. It was because he was Akaashi, and that’s it.

But you questioned why no one else seemed to notice it. His excellence was obvious to you, but even his closest friends seemed to gloss over it.

Keiji stood out to you, while to others, he was just Akaashi. Quiet, reserved, sometimes as blunt as a hammer, Akaashi.

He didn’t care, though. Akaashi thrived on being in the background - he didn’t need any of the attention or recognition you wished to give him. And maybe he loved his friends more because they left him be.

Those friends of his, however, all shined just as bright as Keiji did, and were never shy about it. You look back at getting to know them all as a highlight of being in high school; despite never feeling like you belonged in their friend group, you were always happy to be with them.

Keiji pushed you to get closer to the three boys, Tsukishima, Bokuto, and especially Kuroo, right from the first day you met them. They were playing a friendly volleyball game with a few other boys you never really met, and you quickly learned you had no reason to be nervous to meet them.

It was easy to let go and goof off, because that’s all any of them were doing, anyway.

Just because it seemed like fun to get under Kuroo’s skin, you decided to antagonize him a bit. “So, Nekoma’s mascot is a cat, correct?”

Kuroo immediately grew defensive at your tone. “Yes - what do you have against cats?”

“Nothing, nothing! I like to think of myself as pretty cat-like, actually.”

“Show him your claws, Y/N,” Keiji chimed in.

“They’re nimble, and sneaky... and lazy. Something that owls aren’t - just saying. Seems pretty fitting when comparing your team to ours, don’t you think?”

“Akaashi, you better get your cat,” Kuroo grumbled, with a sly smirk that never seemed to leave his face.

“She’s just a kitten,” Akaashi replied, winking at you and immediately taking your breath in a way you’d never felt before. “Not my kitten, though, so you’re on your own here, Kuroo.”

That’s when the first wall came up. You didn’t notice it, not yet, or even realize why it had been built. But as soon as your heart sank to your stomach and erupted into butterflies all because of Keiji’s flirtatious gesture, that wall arose.

And many would follow.

On the walk home from that practice, you noticed every glance he sent you. Every time his shoulder touched yours, you felt it amplified. Your knuckles grazed his and you looked down at your hands - his much bigger than yours, your fingers raring to wrap around his. And they were going to, either out of curiosity or the blatant need to touch him or both, until he stuffed both of his hands into his pockets and away from your potential grasp.

You shook your disappointment off and reminded yourself of what the two of you were: friends. Just friends. Friends only hold hands sometimes, and it’s not on walks home or during study sessions or any of the times you found yourself wanting to hold onto him.

“Kuroo likes you,” Akaashi said out of nowhere. And you laughed.

“You think so?”

“I’m pretty sure.” He sounded distant, his gaze was head on. “Maybe you should give him a chance.”

You laughed again and said, “Maybe,” even though you knew you’d never entertain the thought of going out with Kuroo.

Not with Kuroo or anyone else, but you wouldn’t understand why for a long time.

Two years of friendship had come and gone in almost an instant, but every day with Akaashi was memorable in that easy familiar way only he could offer. He truly was your comfort - everything you needed in a friend, Keiji had. Being so close to him was a blessing, you knew that.

When the two of you ended up choosing the same university, you almost wanted to cry, because you knew nothing could quell your fears of what’s new better than Keiji’s all knowing familiarity. Having your best friend by your side during times of change would make everything easier.

But it was a different story entirely when you became roommates with him. The apartment you shared was small but homey; it had all the comfort you had in your friendship with him, and you thought nothing could be better than that.

It was more than that, though. Months went by of seeing him every day, and it felt like that comfort was leaking through the floor every time you saw his bedhead or heard him singing in the shower or watched him pull another girl into his bedroom.

It wasn’t like the latter was an often occurrence, but just the thought of him being with someone made your stomach turn. But it gave you the idea of seeking your own partners, which was something you hadn’t done in years, and it quickly spiraled into an unhealthy habit.

You longed for familiarity, to be touched by someone you knew. You were desperate for comfortable vulnerability, and you never found that with a stranger in your bed. So, you decided to seek out someone familiar. And when the person in bed with you was an old friend, a realization dawned on you. Rather, it was offered to you.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Kuroo mumbled, and you did nothing but send him a questioning glare, one he scoffed at.

The two of you had done nothing so far but send a few flirty texts and then sit on your bed; he hadn’t even kissed you yet. You weren’t sure how you felt about it - you weren’t sure if you even wanted him to kiss you.

“I’m not the one you want here, idiot. So why am I the one you brought to your bed?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied honestly. “Are we going to -”

“No, we aren’t. Are you really that dense?”

“What?”

“Look,” Kuroo said, standing up and pinching the bridge of his nose as if he was annoyed that he had to be saying this. And while you watched him, you noticed this was the first time you ever saw him without his signature grin or sly eyes. “If I was a shitty friend, I would have fucked you back in high school, alright? I mean, come on, I had the chance. But I care about Akaashi too much to ever do that with you, and I know you don’t actually want to fuck me.”

You stood up, too, facing him head on. “What does Akaashi have anything to do with fucking me, Kuroo?”

“Everything, idiot. I know you probably think you’re good at hiding it, but everyone knows you’re as in love as you could possibly be with that smartass.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, because you didn’t, but Kuroo wasn’t having it.

“Well you’re the only one you’ve convinced. And, for the record, this isn’t going to help you get over him.”

Still, you didn’t get it. You couldn’t see it - you refused to.

“You’re off limits, dude, Akaashi told us himself.”

“Then why are you here?”

His annoying grin was back. “To see how delusional you really are. And give you some advice. Just admit it to yourself - you’ll feel better, I promise.”

Keiji was your best friend, and that was it.

This wasn’t some story of years long pining and unrequited love.

Was it?

But you thought about it, for just a moment. You thought about being in love with him.

And then you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

You decided, right then and there, that what Kuroo said wasn’t true; admitting it to yourself didn’t make anything better. In a lot of ways, your friendship with Akaashi thrived on your special feelings for him, and it relied on those feelings staying secret to both of you.

You couldn’t even finish the conversation with Kuroo. He swore not to tell, because you made him, and that was it.

That’s when the second wall came up, then the third, then the fourth. You were trapped inside of them. Hiding, only hiding, and safe from anyone who could see you or your heart.

You denied it still, even though Kuroo knew, just to convince yourself he didn’t. No one knew but you; the only one who knew the password to that door was you. You could be hidden, safe, and protected forever, because you made it that way.

Keiji would never know, and everything would stay okay.

Everything but you. And that security wouldn’t last, because a storm was brewing.

But you were content. What you had with Keiji was always enough for you - you had enough. You saw him every day. You got to hear his laugh on the good days and hug him on the bad ones; you got to have coffee with him every morning and secret late night snacks too many midnights. Sleeping alone was fine. Not getting intimate moments was okay. What you had was enough.

It seemed like the more you recognized your feelings for him, the more of Keiji you saw. You were still getting to know him after years of calling him your best friend; you were noticing his habits that you never saw before. He mumbles to himself while he cooks; he picks at his nails when he’s nervous; he overthinks everything, even the smallest decisions.

The latter had always been obvious, but you had never realized it until you lived with him - until you really started to love him.

Every day, you learned something new about him. And every day, you loved him more, in ways you didn’t even know you could. Ways that made it hard to love him from afar.

Months of your love growing during your first year of university seemed to go by too quickly, and soon spring break was fast approaching. A trip with old friends to a lake house was planned months in advance, and both you and Keiji were excited to see the three boys again.

But when you arrived at the old looking house that evening you were met with knowing eyes and a sly grin that hadn’t changed since high school.

“There are only four beds,” Kuroo announced, “and five of us.”

“That’s alright,” Keiji started, but he was interrupted by Bokuto’s loud laugh.

“Oh, I guess we’re sharing a bed, four eyes!”

“I’ll suffocate you in your sleep,” Tsukishima said, meaning every word he said in a way that made Kuroo cackle.

Keiji looked at you. “You don’t mind sharing with me, do you?”

A million thoughts ran through your mind, but you only shook your head. You didn’t voice any of the concerns you had for yourself.

“No problem.”

He gave you a grin. “It’ll be like our high school sleepovers,” and then he took your bag and left to find your shared room.

You remembered the last sleepover you had with him and your heart raced just thinking about it; you spent half of the night pretending to be asleep, and the other half watching Keiji’s sleeping face and wondering why laying next to him made you feel the way it did.

This would be the exact same, except now you knew why your heart would be pounding.

Kuroo was still laughing, but he was looking directly at you. “Are you sure it’s not a problem?”

“Shut up, Kuroo.”

He kept laughing, and it left Bokuto scratching his head. “What’s going on? Why are you mad, Y/N?”

“Because Kuroo is an asshole -”

“Hey now, I’m doing you a favor here!”

“...I still don’t get it.”

“You never will, Bokuto,” Tsukishima commented.

You decided to leave Kuroo laughing on his own - you shouldn’t let him get under your skin, because that’s exactly what he wanted to do. He was doing this on purpose. Maybe he thought he was helping you out, but he was only making things harder for you.

You weren’t going to let him win. You were going to have fun on this trip while keeping our secret seeled, and nothing would stop you - not even Kuroo attempting to play matchmaker.

The late arrival called for a quick dinner and a nighttime bonfire to kick off the vacation the right way; the boys were all too excited for the night and had gotten the fire started before you could even finish unpacking your bag.

When you stepped outside, the cool air hit your skin and froze you all over - you expected low temperatures, but not that.

“It’s cold!” you called out to the boys who were all sitting around the nearby campfire.

“That’s why we have a fire, moron!”

“It’s still cold,” you argued, even though you knew it was fruitless to fight with Kuroo.

“It’s alright, you’ll warm up,” Keiji told you.

“Go warm her up, Akaashi!”

You ignored Kuroo’s comment - you were not in a good place to be entertaining that thought, not when you’d be in bed with Keiji in just a few hours.

Keiji seemed to ignore it, too. “Here, I saved you a seat.” He patted the vacant spot on the bench next to him, and you sat down. “You didn’t bring a jacket, did you?”

“It’s inside,” you replied. “But I’m fine.”

He didn’t even listen to your response, he was already pulling his hoodie off and giving it to you.

“Are you sure?” you asked, holding it in your lap.

“Yes,” he replied. “It’ll keep you warm - you need it more than I do.”

“How romantic,” Kuroo butted in, and it was only now that you noticed the beer in his hand - as well as the few empty cans next to him.

Drunk Kuroo is always worse than Sober Kuroo, even though you could hardly believe he could ever get snarkier. It was like alcohol made him open his big mouth more, and it always made you nervous. Even though you knew he’d never say anything about your secret while anyone else was around, any time alcohol was involved made those chances go up.

“Just being nice,” Keiji said, obviously playing in to Kuroo’s banter. “I don’t see you offering her your jacket.”

“Hey, I just don’t think you’d like it if I gave your girl my jacket, would you?”

Keiji laughed at his slurred words and directed his reply at the group rather than to Kuroo, “He’s only had five beers and he’s already stuttering.”

“We’ll see if he makes it to six before passing out,” you said, and while it made the others laugh, it seemed to rub Kuroo’s drunken fragile ego the wrong way.

“I can handle my alcohol just fine, thank you.”

Bokuto butted in, “Are you sure about that?”

“You’ve been a lightweight since high school,” you added.

Everyone laughed, Kuroo included. With his next words, he must have thought he was playing along with the joke. That you were all in on what he was about to say next. That they would have no repercussions, they would sting no ears.

But when he said them, it sounded like a smack of thunder.

“Yeah, and you’ve been hiding your feelings since high school - some things just never change, Y/N!”

You could hardly hear Bokuto saying, “Feelings? For who?!”

“For Aka -”

“Kuroo.”

You stood up. Keiji’s forgotten hoodie fell out of your lap and landed on the ground. Everything was quiet save for the fire cracking and the pounding of your heart.

Your eyes said everything you needed to tell Kuroo. He stared right back at you, his face white as snow and his mouth hung open as he choked back his words. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. It was the calm before a fast approaching storm, one you couldn’t run away from.

“You weren’t going to say Akaashi, were you? Surely not…”

Kuroo turned his head to look at Bokuto, seeming to have no clue what to say. You kept staring as he shook his head, not having the courage to say anything else.

“Pretty sure he was,” Tsukishima said.

“Oh. Shit.”

You could have denied it - you didn’t. You could have been angry at Kuroo - you weren’t. You could have explained this away as him being drunk and talking out of his ass - you couldn’t.

You didn’t dare turn to look at Keiji as you stormed toward the cabin. You refused to stay and let this situation become worse than it already was.

You could hardly hear the words Keiji had for Kuroo, but they were something like, “Why the fuck did you do that?” and if you had been any less upset you would have been worried for how angry he sounded.

You didn’t know what would happen next. If you thought about it, you were sure you’d fall apart, and that was the one thing you couldn’t let happen. You had to hold yourself together, you had to give this situation the benefit of the doubt.

Maybe if you could just lie down and sleep before Keiji comes inside, you could wake up in the morning and everyone would act like nothing happened. Just because your secret is out doesn’t mean it was over - you could wait out this storm.

That’s what you were doing when Keiji came into your shared bedroom. You lied in bed as Keiji slipped in, your back to him and the blanket pulled up to your chin. And, just like at those old sleepovers with him, you were pretending to be asleep.

You had to be good at pretending if you wanted to stay best friends with him. To be as close as you are, with the feelings that you keep for him, you learned how to hide from Keiji. And you had gotten good at it, too - at least, you liked to think so. You were sure he wouldn’t catch you awake.

You tried not to think about what happened earlier. You tried not to dread what was coming if he knew you weren’t actually sleeping.

Minutes passed and Akaashi stayed awake. Then, he looked over to you.

“I know you’re awake.”

Everything felt frozen, just for a moment, but you didn’t move. You kept your breathing deep and steady, you lied still.

He reached a hand out to you, fisting your shirt into his palm. His thumb grazed your lower back, skin he exposed from grabbing your shirt.

“Stop pretending. You’re bad at it.”

It was like the world stopped spinning. Your world, anyway - the one you had made up in your head. The world where the only things Keiji didn’t know were all the things you were trying to hide from him; the world where, despite never being a good liar, you were good at lying to him.

But that wasn’t the same world Keiji was living in.

“I know,” you replied, voice cracking through the words.

You were sure he didn’t mean what he said in the way you felt it sting your chest, but it didn’t matter. Years of learning, hiding, pretending were all culminating in this moment, and if you weren’t careful you’d end up losing it all.

His hand moved from your back to holding your side. “Will you look at me?” And you didn’t have a choice, because he was turning you to lay on your back, anyway.

So you looked at him, because it’s what he asked you to do, and you felt the first crack in your poorly built foundation when you realized how close he was to you; then, he put his hand on your side and pulled you even closer.

It’s like he was looking through you.

“I should tell you something,” he said, and you had some idea where he was going with this but you didn’t want to find out. No part of you wanted to hear what he was about to say.

“You know… I already knew, Y/N.”

There it was: the collapse.

You couldn’t look at him anymore, so you closed your eyes and tried to keep pretending, even though you had nowhere left to hide.

“Yeah.” The hand on your side was hot and heavy and hard; you hated how much you loved being touched by him, even right now when your made up world was ending. “I know.”

“I’ve always known.”

“I’m sorry.”

You were so close to letting go, to breaking down in the pile of rubble. But you had built your house of lies on unsteady ground, after all; what else did you expect to happen other than this destruction?

You wanted to cry. You didn’t. You couldn’t be angry at yourself or upset, because you saw this coming. After all, Keiji knows everything. He sees things you don’t even know are showing - he’s been able to read you like a book since before he even knew your name.

Of course he knew. You were stupid to ever think he didn’t.

He whispered your name, and then you felt him kiss your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, meaning it with your whole heart even though you knew it wouldn’t change anything.

“I should tell you something else,” he said, and it was quiet, like he was telling you a secret only you could know. He was treading carefully, choosing his words particularly - he didn’t do that often. You felt him bunching your shirt up in his fist again, you heard him sigh loudly. “I don’t even know how to say it.”

The tears were finally slipping free as you began to understand what he was getting at, so you pulled back. You didn’t need him to pity you.

“It’s fine,” you insisted, trying to push him away. He wouldn’t let you. “I know - I’ll get over it - you don’t have to tell me - I already know.”

“No, you don’t - you don’t know, Y/N, please, just come here.”

“Keiji -”

“Let me show you.” He wasn’t speaking quietly anymore - this wasn’t a secret anymore. “I can’t explain it - let me show you, Y/N - please.”

“Show me what?”

“That I feel the same,” he said, pulling you back into his arms.

For a second, you thought you misheard him.

And then, he kissed you.

Soft, sweet, new lips were on yours, taking your breath as if he needed it to breathe himself, then breathing a new life into you that you never knew could be alive. It was like striking a match, flicking a lighter, starting a fire; you watched the rubble of your once hidden love burn, all at the hands of Keiji.

At first you didn’t even know how to kiss him back. It was too much, too bright, too hot - and then, you couldn’t stop kissing him. You anchored your hands on the back of his neck and held him against you, silently begging him to let you take all that you wanted from him.

You kissed him like you’d never get the chance to do this again, because you were sure you wouldn’t. This hardly felt real, let alone something that would ever happen more than once. So you savored it, you memorized this feeling so you could relive it in your dreams forever.

A whimper reverberated through your throat and against Keiji’s lips and the feeling made him kiss you deeper, like he was searching for a way to get you to make that noise again. As the kiss got deeper, a natural progression came over your position; before you could realize it, Keiji was on top of you and lying between your legs.

His touch was hotter than a flame and yet you couldn’t get enough of it. Every time his tongue brushed against yours, it took a part of you with it, and you were ready to give him all of you.

And then, he stopped kissing you.

He pulled back only slightly, and when you chased his lips he pulled back even more. You opened your eyes and stared up at him, at his blushed cheeks and pink lips and beautiful eyes. You could see the cogs in his mind turning and for a second it was like you were seeing a part of Keiji he’s never shown you before; the veil of his all knowing gaze was being dropped, only because he was letting it.

Because all this time, Keiji was hiding, too - hiding in plain sight. You always thought he treated you the way he treated everyone else, that he knew everything about everyone, but it wasn’t true. He only knew all of your secrets because he took the time to find them. He only saw you for who you really were because he cared enough to know. And, unlike you, he was a good actor; good at pretending you weren’t special; good at building walls that would stay up until he was ready for them to come down.

And with his next words, he made them shatter.

“I love you.”

You kept staring at him, trying to figure out if this nervous boy on top of you really was Keiji.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

You brushed his hair out of his face and rested your hand on his cheek, still completely in awe of him, and this was all too much for you to believe. “Is this a prank?”

He laughed at you, and his nerves seemed to melt away.

“Damn, you caught me.” His forehead fell to rest on yours, your noses brushed. “No, it’s not a prank. I love you.”

Somehow this intimacy felt all too foreign and way too familiar, all at once. It was overflowing, your heart was racing, it was hard to breathe, tears were falling from your eyes.

“Say it again,” you whispered, begging him to assure you of this - to make you believe it.

And he wiped your tears away as he told you, again, “I love you,” and the kiss he placed on your cheek seemed to make you weep even more. “And I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you replied immediately, “I love you, too - it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay.” It was obvious, now, that this had been bothering Keiji for longer than you could ever know. “I just… wasn’t ready. Especially with volleyball, and then moving, and then starting university, I just - I never had enough of me to give to you. And you deserve all of me, not just what’s left of me at the end of the day - I don’t know. I’m just… sorry.”

You didn’t know how to reply to that in a way that was good enough - all you could think to do was kiss him, because you finally could kiss him, so you did. And it was the same as your first: hot and sweet, familiar and foreign, intimate and overwhelming.

And the more you kissed him, the more it stirred something up inside of you. He wasn’t holding back - not after holding back for years - and it was like he was trying to get any reaction he could out of you. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer than he’s ever been, and the way it felt to have him pressed up against you sent chills across your burning skin.

You pulled back from the kiss just to take a breath. “Say it again,” you mumbled, because you weren’t tired of hearing those three words yet. A part of you still didn’t believe them.

Instead of saying them, though, he let his kisses trail down your jaw and onto your neck. You could feel the vibrations of his voice when he spoke, “Let me show you.”

And you knew what he meant, but you teased him anyway, “How do you want to do that?”

His hips seemed to move on their own free will, thrusting against you as if he couldn’t stop them. And it proved that he was just as in over his head as you were; you liked that. You liked knowing you weren’t the only one in a daze. You liked having this effect on Keiji.

“However you want,” he said through a dry throat. “We can do anything you want.”

“I just want you,” you told him honestly. You had no other choice anymore - the truth was all you had left.

“You have me,” he replied. “I’m yours - just let me show you.”

Your next kiss was interrupted by his shirt coming off, then yours. You felt his bare skin against yours and you were sure this was enough, that you were content with just this. This feeling was all that you needed.

“You’re pretty,” he whispered to you as his eyes scanned your bare body, and it left you shaking in anticipation as his lips made their way to your chest. “The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your eyes couldn’t leave his face as your fingers carded through his hair; you felt his hands travel the length of your body, and every kiss he left on your skin felt like it was touching your heart - all you could do was watch.

His hand moved lower, his fingers were teasing the edge of your shorts, but he hesitated to cross the barrier. You grabbed his wrist and pushed him across it, showing him that you couldn’t wait for this.

That’s all Keiji needed to understand how far you were willing to go with him. His skilled fingers worked against you, slipping into your underwear and touching you exactly where you needed them to, and it was better than anything you could ever dream.

And he did it like it was easy, like he’s spent years getting to know your body and he was doing what he knew would work. Like this was routine rather than your first time.

This sure as hell felt like it was your first time doing this; you had never felt so sensitive or open or vulnerable. But you had never been touched by a man you wanted so much; you never thought you’d feel his fingers spreading you open or see him on top of you - this is something you’ve only done in daydreams, and now it was real.

For the first time you were vulnerable and okay with it. You were letting him have all of you, and you trusted that he would treat you right. And he was. Maybe it was your love for him or the disbelief of the situation or both clouding your judgement, but you were convinced that his fingers felt better than your own.

“Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper, and you replied with a moan that you couldn’t hold in anymore. He laughed, “Does that mean yes?”

“Keiji, please don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing yet,” he replied with a few kisses along your jaw. You felt his fingers moving more, moving toward going inside, but he hesitated. “Y/N…”

You were pulled out of your daze for just a second as you looked up at his furrowed brows and half lidded eyes; his face left you wondering what he was about to say next.

“I really like the sounds you’re making,” he said, “but if anyone hears we’ll never hear the end of it.”

You laughed, because you had completely forgotten that you and Keiji weren’t the only two people in the world - let alone this house.

“Right,” you breathed out.

“I’ll give you anything you ask for, but you…”

Two of his fingers slid into you, and you held back a gasp.

“...have to stay quiet. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, trying your best to take deep breaths rather than let your voice out.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, giving another nod.

“Good,” he said.

His fingers curled, and you covered your mouth with your palm.

“Stay quiet,” he said, even though it felt like he was doing everything he could so you’d do the opposite. His fingers curling into you were begging for a reaction, and it was hard not to give him one. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Keiji’s hips were moving again, thrusting against your leg like he just couldn’t help it. You wanted to give him more but you couldn’t - your hands were busy covering your mouth and holding onto the sheets for your life, and so all you could do was watch him grinding against you.

“You’re one to talk,” you replied, making him laugh.

Both of you looked down and watched; the curl of his fingers moved in time with his thrusts against you - every time they came forward, you felt his length sliding up your thigh. And when he pulled back, his fingers straightened out.

You’d give anything to have more. “Keiji,” you started, but you just couldn’t get the words out.

He said them for you as he pulled his fingers out, “Can I fuck you?”

You had no other answer besides, “Please,” and you were ready to beg for it if that’s what it came to.

He started to pull his boxers off, but again, he hesitated. The arm he was holding himself up with was trembling, his breathing was unsteady, his entire body seemed tense. Keiji was hanging on by a thread.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.

You were taken aback. “Keiji…”

“We don’t have to do this now - is it too soon? Are you sure you want me?”

It was hard to listen to his voice when it sounded so honest.

Your hands took place on either side of his face, ensuring he would look at you while you spoke to him.

“Keiji… do you want this?”

“More than anything,” he replied.

“I can tell,” you joked, and he rolled his eyes at you. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I can remember - I don’t think it’s too soon. But we can wait if you want. There’s no pressure, okay?”

“I don’t,” he said. “I can’t wait - I’m so hard it fucking hurts - I just don’t want you to -”

“You think too much.”

He laughed. “I know.”

You let your hands travel down to his chest, hoping you got through to him. “Don’t overthink it. I want you to fuck me, Keiji,” and your hips thrusted against his as if to convince him of how badly you needed it. “Sooner rather than later.”

It seemed to be good enough, he seemed to believe you, because now he wasn’t hesitating to take off his shorts and yours. The view it gave you struck a burning desire like no other - now that you could see all of him, you couldn’t handle not having all of him.

And he was raring to give himself to you, coaxing his cock inside of you until you took it all, and both of you felt like you were about to explode.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, and the volume of his voice pulled you back down to the real world.

“Stay quiet,” you reminded him, giggling because the tables had turned on him.

“I know,” he said with a nod. “You just feel so good - you’re so fucking tight - I can’t believe this is happening - oh, fuck, it’s too much.”

“Move, Keiji,” you whined, bucking your hips up to try to feel anything, and he cursed under his breath when he pulled back to watch your desperate attempt at fucking yourself with his cock.

“You can do it,” he teased, pulling his hips back a little more so you had more room to move. “Keep going - fuck me like that, kitten, don’t stop.”

You were dying to feel him meeting your thrusts, because this wasn’t nearly enough, but you loved his teasing.

“That’s it,” he said, “that’s my girl. Taking me so well, fuck, you’re perfect.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, that was obvious as his thrusts started. He took a hold of your hips and held you in place so he could take you at his own pace, and he was everything you could ever need.

Your love for him was spilling from your lips and he was doing everything he could to keep you saying it, bringing you higher with every passing second. Feeling him between your thighs and inside your walls was intoxicating. It was everything you hoped it would be, simply because it was Keiji.

“I’m close,” you said as if he needed a warning - he could probably already tell.

“Quiet, kitten,” he said to you, bringing your lips up to his for a kiss. “These sounds are for me - don’t want anyone else hearing what’s mine. Be a good girl for me.”

“I’m trying,” you replied, and he cooed at your whining.

“I know,” he mumbled, and just by the sound of his voice you could tell he was liking this. And he was going to make it harder for you when his hand trailed down your body so his fingers could circle your clit.

He kissed you hard to stop any sound you were about to make and you were grateful for it.

“I want you to cum for me,” he said, “and I don’t want you to make a sound when you do.”

“Keiji -”

His hips and fingers sped up. “I’m serious. Come on, kitten, be my good girl - make me proud and stay quiet while you’re cumming all over my cock. You can do it, I know you can.”

Any trust he had in you staying quiet until the end was completely misplaced - you knew that when his hand clamped down over your mouth. You didn’t try to hold in your voice at all, and Keiji was having just as much trouble, burying his face into your neck to muffle his noises the best he could.

It didn’t matter if anyone else could hear you; to you, nothing else mattered but Keiji. He was the only other person in your world, the only person your body would ever scream so loudly for. As long as it was him bringing you to this euphoria, you didn’t care who else knew about it.

Let your friends give you hell for it, let Kuroo say I told you so - you’d deal with the embarrassment in the morning. That moment was worth it.

The soft kisses he was leaving on your neck in the wake of hitting your peaks helped you float back down easily. It was like being woken up from a dream, one where the only thing you could remember was how pleasant it was.

“You were not quiet,” Keiji laughed. You felt your cheeks swelling and heating up in embarrassment.

“I couldn’t help it…”

“It’s okay,” he replied. “You still made me proud.”

He lied next to you and pulled you close, and you convinced yourself that you were going to be there in his arms forever. If you were, you’d have no complaints.

A quiet moment passed, and you couldn’t stand the silence. “How was… that?”

He pulled back to look at you with wide eyes, as if he didn’t expect you to ask. “What do you mean?”

“Was it good? Did you like it? Was I -”

“It was perfect,” he said, biting his lip and looking up at the ceiling as if his high hadn’t completely worn off. “It was everything. Don’t get all shy and insecure on me now that you know I love you back.”

“Shut up,” you said with a laugh. “I’m just making sure.”

“Do you need me to prove it to you again?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll make sure you stay quiet for me this time, then.”

Whether or not the two of you were successful in your attempts to keep the noise down was up for debate, but by the end of the night, neither of you cared.

And the next morning, when you forced yourself to leave Keiji and the warmth of the bed, you found Kuroo pacing outside of your door.

“Y/N.”

“Hey.”

“I’m sorry - I’m so sorry - what I said last night was way out of line, and I don’t expect you to forgive me for it -”

“It’s fine, Kuroo,” you said, because it was. If you were being honest, after the night you had with Keiji you had completely forgotten about what Kuroo said.

“It’s not fine,” he argued. “I shouldn’t have done that - you trusted me not to say anything about your feelings, and then I did. I fucked up - why aren’t you pissed right now?”

Before you could start to think of a reply, the door behind you opened. Keiji’s bed head popped out.

“Can you guys be quiet?”

“Sorry,” Kuroo immediately replied.

Then, Keiji turned to you. “Can you come back to bed? It’s cold.”

You nodded, and Keiji went back inside, and the moment you looked at Kuroo’s face, you knew he’d figured things out.

“Did you guys fuck?!”

You had no response. Keiji, however, called out a simple, “Yeah,” leaving you covering your face in embarrassment.

“Holy shit. I -”

You went back into your bedroom before he could even finish his words, slamming the door in his face so he couldn’t finish his boasting. But you heard him say, “You’re welcome!” before finally trodding off, and you shook off your embarrassment as best as you could.

The breakfast you needed minutes ago was long forgotten as you looked at the view in front of you of the boy who was yours. Keiji was waiting for you with sleepy eyes peeking up at you from soft sheets, a grin on his face, and his arms open.

He didn’t have to say a word - you were in those arms in seconds. Both of you released a sigh of relief; Keiji was warm again, and you were being held by him again.

“Finally.”

“I was gone for, like, two minutes, tops.”

“I don’t care,” he replied. “It was long enough that I got too cold without you here.”

You felt like you should have more to say, but you didn’t.

You’d spent years hoping for a moment like this. It was as soft and golden and happy as you’d ever dreamed, and moments like those didn’t need words. You knew how Keiji felt, and despite all your attempts at hiding, Keiji knew how you felt, too.

And in that moment, when the two of you were lying in the afterglow of intimacy from the night before, finally knowing is all that mattered.

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 2: royal

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