#but then you overhear a private conversation and find out your crush likes you back

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

james, the pining princess

R: what happened now?

P: don’t mind him, he’s pining. the cat is for emotional support

J: i’ve tried EVERYTHING

R: please don’t-

J: the charming grin, the messy hair, the jumper that “accidentally” lifts up when i raise my arms and shows just enough skin-

S: okay, STOP.

J: i like him so much

S: i know and i support you, mate, but he’s still my brother, so keep it family friendly? please?

J: mhm :(

i have so many ideas with reggie the cat too bad i can only draw cats as indefinite blobs of fur with two eyes and a tail

(which, admittedly, is a pretty accurate representation…anyways so-)

(also new chapter of but she’s a cheerleader! out)

[devosin]

GRIM ACCIDENTLY OUTING YOUR CRUSH ON HIM !! . . grim accidently blurting out how much you love the dorm head . .

gender neutral reader / fluff / crack taken seriously / mutual pinning

a/n: this has been rotting in my idea list for like over 2 years, enjoy! og account: @/cupids-chamber

MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus was surprised, when you had decided to tag along on his Gargoyle Study Club meeting, however he was ecstatic with the idea of you joining him, while he talked about his favorite things. Truly an exciting time, talking to his favorite person about his favorite things!

For once he didn't quite mind having no one at the meetings, because he got to spend time with you—and Grim . . he's there too . . In fact, Malleus kind of finds it endearing he stuck around this long with you, listening to him, despite clearly not being interested in the topic.

Malleus walked around, showing you his collection of gargoyles—explaining the extensive history of each one, and you listened, throughout his explanations which most people would find extremely boring, though seeing how passionate he was about the subject, you couldn't help but be engaged.

You followed along behind him, as he showed you each one, Grim on your shoulder, yawning rather loudly—clearly bored with the past hour, where you dragged him into Malleus's club meeting, which you passed off as a 'morale' thing to do—when he can clearly tell you did this because you liked him.

"Ah . . I have something I want to give to you"—Malleus shifted through the drawers, looking for the miniature gargoyles he had made for the both of you (well just you, he figured grim would appreciate something more . . edible . . he got tuna.).

Grim leans in closer to you, whispering rather loudly, so much so you knew Malleus could hear, "henchman, how much longer . . my whiskers are turning white here!!", he whispered all bit dramatically, and you sighed internally, mumbling a soft, "Grim not right now", in response.

After a few more moments of silence, Grim leaned back, and exclaimed, "You seriously like this guy, he likes gargoyles more then I like tuna—"

Grim paused, realizing he spoke a little more than he really should've. . . and Malleus paused, dropping whatever was in his hand to the floor, turning blankly at you, looking at you with a dumbfounded look on his face . . (he's processing, give him a minute.)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle isn't the kind of person to intrude in a conversation, especially when he knows he isn't wanted there (debatable)—He also doesn't enjoy listening in on others private conversations . . However, this case is different, obviously he has the right to be curious when you're being so very loud, I mean practically everyone can hear you!

His heels clicked on the floors, as he raced through the halls—Riddle doesn't often find himself in a rush, but lunch had started 5 minutes ago, and he was running behind on his schedule.

His hands gripped his notes tightly, and just as he was about to make a turn, he heard his name . .—Riddle stopped in his tracks, looking around, in order to find the source of the noise, that's when he spotted you . . and grim, who was speaking rather loudly.

Now, Riddle swears he's not purposefully ease-dropping, but Grim was loud. . he was bound to overhear anyways! . . Well that's what he'll keep telling himself, in order to ease the guilt of listening in on your private conversations.

"Riddle?!" Grim exclaimed, waving his little paws around in shock, "out of everyone henchman, you like that—", you covered Grim's mouth with your hand, whispering loudly in response, "Why don't you tell the whole school I like Riddle, Grim?!?"

Riddle paused in response to that, 'you liked him? . . as in romantically? . .', Riddle loses his grip on his notes, in shock. Papers scattered the floor with a thud, and before Riddle could fix the mess he had accidently caused, you turned, and faced him . . This is gonna be one long confessio—conversation.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

See, Vil isn't the kind of person to believe in a rumor or petty gossip that he hears across the halls of Pomefiore, because if there's drama then Octavinelle and Pomefiore are the absolute first at the crime scene—He's well aware of how a small lie and a fake rumor can go and ruin someone's life, which is why Vil prefers information from the source.

That being said, Vil does enjoy gossip—and at time's he draws his own conclusion to a topic, and keeps it to himself, he's on the middle line of it all, but you bet, he'll 'coincidentally' overhear all the drama going on at your family reunion but don't worry, he's amazing with secrets. (Headcanon: he probably pretends not to like gossip, but still listens and reacts when Rook tells him what he overheard)

And this is why Vil couldn't help it but approach Grim when he heard him complaining begrudgingly to himself, about you kicking him out and making him run 'errands' . . which were more likely then not, a distraction.

"Oh it's nothing, henchman just needed privacy . . ya . .", Vil raises a brow, and Grim should've shut down, but when a can of good tuna got involved . . Well a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Grim took the can of tuna from Vil, "They're preparing a confession letter", Grim spoke and Vil couldn't help but feel a pang of betrayal at the revelation, how could they like someone else . . When he's breathing! (At least wait till he's cremated, like gosh . . So as long as his body exists, even if he's not breathing, you should love him frfr #hawkmothcore for the win) . .

"To who?", Vil asks, curiously, and Grim stares at him blankly, "I'll give you another can to go—" he offers, "Gimme it right now, and I'll tell ya'".

Vil sighs, handing him another can, "The letter is for ya', henchman likes you—".

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Now normally, Leona could care less as to what goes on in the botanical garden, while he takes a nap there (mainly because he's too asleep to register his surroundings), because even with his acute sense of hearing, rarely anyone visits, and if they do, they only do so to take a break or catch a breather, or to just immerse themselves in the garden as a sort of escape, so it's usually all quiet and soothing, for the most part.

However, some days he wasn't so lucky, be it students randomly popping in so they could skip class, or to have a picnic, or that random couple, who thinks it'd be a cute and adorable idea to have a date in the botanical garden because no-one goes there, and it's so secretive and the mystery excites them. (he hates, he fucking hates it, he's the biggest hater there is, he despises all couples equally.)

Leona was all comfortable, half-asleep, his eyes were closed as he was ready to just get some shut-eye, sleep for a couple hours—until, he heard footsteps, rather loud ones . . Now, he normally doesn't care, and to be frank, he doesn't care right now, he figured they're taking a small stroll, and will stop . . eventually. (delusional king!!)

"Grim this is ridiculous—", Leona's ears perked up as he heard your voice, now that had his eyes wide open, looking around for you . . Well he's not that curious, as to what you find 'ridiculous' (he's very curious, he needs to know each detail, tell him everything), but he does hope you expand on it.

"C'mon henchmen! The best way to get over someone is confess and get closure?", Grim was confused himself, with whatever he was saying, "Oh yea Grim, which class did you learn that from, romance 101 with Crowley?—", Leona snorts.

"No actually I asked Trien!" Grim says . . a bit too confidently for comfort, "Grim . . I don't think you should be proud of that", you point out.

"Just tell Leona you like him? He's not gonna kill ya"

". . ." Leona froze, . . you liked him? I mean yea that makes sense, he's really attractive, but you—Liked him? . .

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Azul states that he doesn't favor you that much—although the twins will argue otherwise, especially since Azul got you to taste test the new Monstro Lounge menu items, before he released it . . before even tasting it himself, . . and maybe he didn't want to let it slip that he liked you only—because he ended up also inviting Grim to taste the food with you—And with Crowley's payments . . well you were more than willing to accept free food.

To be fair, Azul is aware you do get a bit more special treatment, and deep-down he's well aware he likes you, but confronting his feelings? in this economy? . . not gonna happen . . He'd rather you assume he's a cat person who likes Grim, because clearly that's what you think of him, since he's so pretty and smart and good at covering his feelings. (He's not, he's boyfailing a little too close to the sun.)

Azul had everything set up—and by that he means, he had a plan and got other people to set it up for him, according to said plan, because he couldn't give away the fact that he had planned it himself, no . . that would make it seem like he was into you, and he'd rather die then you know that—In fact, he'd rather have his tentacles inked dry and cut off, fried and dipped in his ink, and shoved so far down his throat he chokes and dies before that even remotely comes close to happening.

You sat beside Azul, as he asked asked you about the food, and you gave responses that he mostly liked, . . well you did have some comments about the blue cheese rigatoni . . But to be fair, he entrusted the blue cheese to Floyd . .

Grim was half-way through his food, when he randomly spoke, with his mouth rather full, "This is amazing . . I can see why you like this guy henchman . .—" Azul paused and he practically stopped blinking, if his ears could perk up, then it would right now, "—for once your taste in men . . has good justification henchm—" Grim only paused when he recognized your glare, and only then did he realize how badly he fucked up . . "I'm not getting the good tuna for awhile . . am I?"

KALIM AL-ASIM

Kalim doesn't usually come in without an appointment (lies), or before informing you beforehand (lies on top of lies), and he doesn't really like invading your personal time (and lies again) . . at least not knowingly, but today was different . . he wanted to go somewhere with you! It's a surprise, and surely you'd appreciate him randomly popping into your dorm and dragging you outside, in the sunlight like an upstanding citizen and friend.

Kalim settles on the couch in the lounge of Ramshackle, stretching his arms out as he gets comfortable. All the while, Grim stares him down, . . something Kalim noticed off the get-go, "Why are you looking at me like that?", he calls out, confused and a tad bit unnerved at the blatant piercing stare.

"You're the one henchman likes, right? . .—what's your credit score? . . how many cans of tuna are we talking—"

Kalim paused, ". . . what?", he asks blankly, still paused at the first half of Grim's sentence, enough to not notice or take offense to the rest of his words and questions. "Why can't ya' hear me . . ?! I asked what's your credit scor—", grim responds, only to be cut-off mid-sentence by Kalim "BEFORE THAT!"

"That you're the person henchman lik—", Grim pauses as he hears your voice, and as you enter the room, Grim realizes his mistake, "Fuck."

"Kalim act natural!" Grim asks, as he goes back into his usual stance, but as he see's Kalim not moving, . . "who am I kidding . . no one can get shit through to ya' in one go . . I'm fucked."

IDIA SHROUD

Idia had his gaming equipment set up for two, well it would be three—but paws and controllers isn't the most fun thing to play around with, therefore Grim has opted to watching, instead of playing. Which he gets bored of rather fast, and well Ortho preferred to watch his older brother then play, or do normal kid things like advanced calculus.

Although Idia didn't really mind that, he enjoyed playing with you, because you were a really good challenge, a true gamer! . . And with newer games, he found that you listened and got the hang of it fast, and it was fun helping you grow your account on his favorite games, and it was also fun listening to you ramble about your favorite games from your world.

"So yea in genshin impact—", you rambled on and on about the Fontaine chapter, and about the 'archon' which was like the great seven, and how sad her storyline was, Idia dabbled in Lore from time to time, though he really found it amusing how you took the time to describe everything, you really helped immerse him in the storyline, and to be honest, sometimes he could imagine he was playing the game with you.

"—and then if you went into this specific area you could actually hear her cry . . OH oh! . . and when Neuvillette cried, it would like downpour so hard . . ", you continued rambling, and Idia would just listen, so much so that you guys completely forgot the game you were actually playing . . which seemed to upset Grim, who wanted to watch.

"Yea yea . . henchmen, we get it was sad, and it's fun talking to the love of your life—but could we please have more playing and less talking!", Grim explained rather dramatically, his paws flinging up, only to be silenced when he saw the two of you silent, looking at each other . . and then Idia's hair burst up in bright pink flames . .

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[avocado-writing]

Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to overhear his gn crush saying how they're sure it's unrequited love as much as they love HIM?

OH so soft! yes absoloutely, enjoy!

Astarion

now to be fair. he is a bit smug to overhear that you love him.

but he's also... touched? that you, lovely you, would feel that way about him?

obviously he's been trying to seduce you and everything, but he's pleased to hear that it's worked, but why does he feel so warm? happy?

maybe he waits until a casual moment between the two of you, when he feels like he can confess and it isn't too heavy, and he just lets out a little "I love you too, you know."

you stop. he can hear the way your blood pumps.

"...oh..." your eyes are wide, looking at the floor.

he takes your hand and it makes you look up at him, and then he brings you in for a kiss.

he can feel how relieved you are. and he's so happy to be part of something real, something requited.

Gale

overhears you and wants to say something about it immediately, but won't interrupt in person...

so he just uses a Sending instead.

"I hope you don't mean that, because I am desperately in love with you. only a fool wouldn't be."

you freeze and your eyes flit over to where he's standing, face as open as a book with his love for you.

you excuse yourself from your conversation and he follows, seeing how embarrassed you are, you tell him he wasn't meant to hear you, you just had to get it off of your chest...

he takes your hand and pulls you in for a long kiss. if you won't believe his words, maybe you'll believe his actions.

you melt into him. just melt, and the two of you stay together like that.

longest that Gale's been quiet for ages...

Wyll

he does interrupt, because he can't stand to hear you talk about yourself like that.

asks for a private word.

takes you to a seculded location and sees how uncomfortable you are, tilts your chin up to look him in the eyes, wants you to see the sincerity when he speaks.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I did not love you. I do, in fact. most ardently."

he will tell you about the moment that made him fall in love with you, all the things you do that make him fall a little deeper every day.

as he speaks he watches the way your body relaxes, your eyes get hopeful.

when he finishes speaking you press your lips to his in a kiss, and it's the sweetest first kiss imaginable.

Halsin

he's an old elf at this point. he hasn't got the patience to let you wallow in uncertainty.

if he hears you say you love him, and he feels the same, he will let you know immediately.

finds an excuse to have the two of you be together. maybe to gather firewood.

when you're alone he will instigate physical contact - brushing your hair out of your face or something like that

when you respond positively, he will move to cup your face, look properly into your eyes.

"my heart. I need you to know that whatever you feel for me, it is reciprocated a hundred times over. you make my blood stir in a way I had quite forgotten..."

you should kiss him now. he will return it. the two of you will spend some time alone together in the forest, getting to know each other more intimately...

Dammon

oh, Dammon. he's so shocked.

him? you love him?

wants to make a big gesture but doesn't know how. probably asks Karlach for advice.

in the end he smiths you a special piece of jewellery and gifts it to you the next time you're together alone. maybe he even invites you on a date specially!

he tries to get to the point about how he feels but rambles on... eventually you reach out to hold his hand and it gives him courage...

he gives you the jewellery and sees your eyes light up. he offers to put it on you. fingers linger on your skin.

"you know, I lov..." "I know, Dammon. I know."

you can't stop beaming. he's never been happier.

Rolan

annoyed!

why can't you just be upfront with him about this! he obviously loves you back!

oh... loves you? hmmm. that's news to him. but of course he does! you're brilliant! how can't you see that?

has a couple of drinks one night for courage and then goes to find you. it is not an eloquent confession.

"I overheard you the other day! and I want you to know I feel the same way! about you! love, that is >:("

you stand there, fucking bamboozled, before dragging him in by the collar for a kiss.

he smiles so hard and you can feel it as your lips meet.

"silly boy," you sigh, fondly, and kiss him again before he can complain.

Zevlor

another old man who doesn't want to waste time.

he loves you. of course he loves you. there's no point hiding it, if there's a chance the two of you can be happy.

when he has a spare, quiet moment with you, certain nobody can overhear, he speaks sincerely.

"i do not know what I could offer which would make me worthy of your love, but I swear I will work every day until I am."

oh, he is so sweet. you collapse into his arms for a kiss. your strong, brave paladin <3

[bijouxcarys]

Bad News (Roman Reigns x fem!OC)

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Description: They told her to stay away. But something about him makes her keep coming back for more.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags: @octaviastargirl @trippinsorrows @empressdede @thetribalqueen @bigsimperika

@cyberdejos2 @keyaho @heauxvibez (let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Roman fics)

Saturday, May 27th 2023 – Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

It had always been the three of them.

Despite not sharing a father, the sibling bond between Jasmine and Kevin was unshakable. Their shared history spanned so many years that neither could recall a time when it was otherwise. Although he was nearly a decade her senior, the two of them wreaked havoc together like a dynamic duo from Hell. The real transformation came when Sami entered Kevin’s life, escalating their antics to new heights.

Inseparable, irreplaceable, indestructible. Nothing could come between them.

Except… the face of pro wrestling. The one man that Jasmine was incessantly warned against—stay away from him, Jas; he’s not worth the trouble.

Roman fucking Reigns.

Ever loyal to her brother’s and best friend’s advice, she made an earnest attempt to heed their warnings. Attempt being the operative word here.

“Give me a bit of slack, man, I’m trying my best here,” she’d mutter, her face buried in the couch pillows.

“There’s no slack when it comes to that man, Jas. He’s dangerous.”

“He’s a wrestler, not the mafia.”

“Well…”

“Don’t be so dramatic—”

“I’m not. He just has a way of…” Sami shivered slightly, “getting into your head.”

“Yeah, we’re well aware of your little man crush.”

Jasmine was fully aware of her family’s fraught history with Roman and The Bloodline, so it wasn’t unusual for them to vent whenever they had a private moment backstage. They were always careful—God only knew the repercussions if the wrong ears caught wind of their conversations.

“He has kids, doesn’t he?”

“And an ex-wife.”

“Yeah, but kids.”

“What’s your point?”

“…Potent dad nut?”

“Jasmine!”

She understood the gravity of someone overhearing Sami and Kevin. Being a new addition to the main roster afforded her certain privileges that others might not have. However, nothing—absolutely nothing—would compare to the trouble she’d be in if either man discovered her… extracurricular activities.

> Still held up?

Jasmine glanced down at her phone, the text neatly displayed under the name BDU—an alias Roman had adopted from a fan’s moniker for him, “Big Daddy Uce,” circulating on social media.

She hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over her screen, before typing out her reply.

Just a bit longer. Kevin and Sami are running late.<

Hitting send without a second thought, she sighed to herself. Navigating this bullshit lie was exhausting. The thrill of sneaking around with Roman clashed with the constant fear of those who loved her the most finding out. She glanced at the clock; time was slipping away.

Just then, the door to the locker room inched open, a familiar voice calling inside.

“Jas, you in here?”

“Yep. Just me, Kev, you can come in.”

She swore she felt the contents of her stomach clawing its way up her body when she noticed the stern expression on her brother’s face. Oh, shit, he’s found out. Time to move to Antarctica and live amongst the penguins.

“What’s up?” she asked after clearing her throat and sending him a nonchalant smile.

With a grunt, Kevin flopped down beside her, chewing over his thoughts. “Look… I know you’re trying…” he began slowly, choosing his words carefully. “And I can only interfere so much, and as your big brother, it’s my responsibility to prote—”

“Will you just spit it out already?”

“You really need to stay away from him, Jasmine. A-and it’s not just about us—he’s bad fucking news. I don’t wanna lose you because of all that.”

“I get it, I really do…” Jasmine furrowed her brows, unsure as to why he was spouting the same lecture he’d already given her a million times already. The two of them locked eyes, as if they were trying to see into each other’s thoughts. Jesus, just tell me what you really mean.

“I noticed it, y’know.” Kevin sighed.

“You noticed what?”

“The little smiles you give him whenever he goes past catering, or whenever we just so happen to cross paths before and after a match.”

“Sorry, am I not allowed to smile at people anymore?” Jasmine huffed, reaching down to tighten her bootlace.

“That’s not what I’m saying! But I know you, Jas—I know how you get with guys—”

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?”

“It means you’re a flirt, and so is that asshat,” he stood up, angled over her just to solidify his point.

“And?” she looked up at him, her hands flying out in an act of defence.

Kevin studied her face for a moment, before eventually sighing. “Just… please be careful, okay?”

“Listen,” she stood up, still inches shorter than him, but with the same gusto. “Nothing you’ve said to me about Roman Reigns has gone in one ear and out the other. I get it. You and Sami drill it into my head enough, how could I forget to be careful with him?” Her face softened and she placed her hand on her brother’s arm. “I’m fine, Kev. Really. I’m a big girl, I can handle a 6ft 4 Samoan wrestler, even if it means telling him to fuck off when he steps wrong.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay… I’d like to see you square up to him.”

“You know what I mean, idiot. Now, go and do whatever you were doing and stop worrying about me and my wondering eyes.”

Jasmine took the seconds after Kevin’s departure to release the heaviest sigh known to man.

You’re really not making this easy for me, Big Dog.

Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she slipped out of the locker room, making her way through the labyrinthine halls of the arena. The crowd’s distant roar echoed around her, reminding her of just where the fuck she was and the spectacle unfolding just beyond the breeze block walls. The audiences in Jeddah were always loud.

Finally, she reached the private room where she knew Roman was waiting. Knocking softly on the door, she slid in as smoothly as she could, meeting the never-faltering intense gaze of the man she really shouldn’t be seeing right now.

“Jassy,” he drawled, pulling her further into the room and closing the door behind her. “Thought you were gon’ stand me up.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she replied, rolling her eyes as he wrapped his girthy arms around her. “Kevin practically cornered me.”

Roman’s expression shifted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Always playin’ the big brother, huh? Thinks he can keep you from me.” He lowered his gaze to her lips, looking over her face with the same shit-eating air of arrogance he displayed in the ring.

“Maybe he should,” she shot back, though her tone was more teasing than anything else. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

He chuckled lowly. “You like bad influences, baby.”

Dramatically sighing, she couldn’t stop herself from smirking herself. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I have to like you, though.” She poked at his chest in a half-hearted attempt at separating their bodies.

“Oh, you like me, Jasmine. More than you wanna admit.” He leaned into her, breath warm against her ear. “And that’s what drives your pretty ass crazy.”

She huffed, her palms flat against his bare chest, still waiting to be oiled down. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of it if you think you can keep resisting me.” Hands settled on her waist; he tugged her closer. “But I get it, baby, I do… You’re just mad ‘cause you can’t get enough.”

Her lower lip slipped between her teeth as she attempted to suppress a smile. God-be-damned if she even so much as thought about matching the grin on his perfect fucking face.

“You wish.”

“Shh, you gotta stop tryna push me away so much, mama.” To her utter surprise, Roman placed a tentative kiss to her forehead, though the grip he had on her remained possessive. Territorial.

The two stood there for a moment, savouring the rare peace of their stolen time together. But the reality of their situation loomed large, regardless of their circumstances, and Jasmine knew they couldn’t stay in this tiny ass room for long.

Reluctantly, she pulled away completely. “I should go before they start looking for me.”

Roman nodded, though his qualms mirrored her own. “Be safe out there, Jassy. And remember,” he quickly added, causing her to stop in her tracks and half-turn in his direction. “Anythin’ goes wrong over there, you got me.”

She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. “Always.”

Of course, he couldn’t resist landing a small, teasing, slap to her ass just before she pulled the door open and disappeared for the night. She could still feel the light sting as she made her way down to catering, where she knew Sami and Kevin would be.

“Everything okay?” Sami asked, noticing the distant look in her eyes.

Jasmine nodded, forcing a casual tone. “Yeah, just needed a breather. It’s hot here, don’t you think?” She took a seat opposite the pair, instantly pulling her phone out once she felt the small buzz in her pocket.

> See you later ;)

You’re so sure about that aren’t you?<

> I told you… you can’t stay away

She tucked the phone away with a determined smile, knowing he was right. He always was.

And that proved to be true a lot sooner than she had hoped. Later that evening, as the arena buzzed with the looming anticipation of the night’s main event, Jasmine found herself once again lost in the battle of her morals. Roman and Solo’s tag team match against Sami and Kevin was literally minutes away, and she knew she had to wish him luck. Even if it meant risking another confrontation with her brother.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way to where she knew The Bloodline would be. Distant from everyone else, so she was thankful for that aspect.

Jimmy answered her knock, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of her.

“Hey, Jas. What you doin’ here?”

“Just wanted to, uh… wish Roman luck, I guess,” she said, trying to sound casual about her impromptu detour.

The Uso raised an eyebrow but stepped aside to let her in. Inside, the air was thicker than it was in the corridors. It was like the pre-match mental preparation seeped into the ethos. Paul and Solo were over on the couch, both eyeing her with curiosity. And in the very centre of the room, angled towards a mirror as he adjusted his red glove, was Roman.

“Look who decided to show up,” Roman chimed, his voice dripping with playful pride. Sauntering over to her, his wet hair hung at the sides of his face as he angled down to look her in the eye. “Told you, you can’t stay away… You here to give me a good luck charm, baby?”

“Maybe I am,” she crossed her arms and met his gaze head-on. “Not that you need it, Mr. Head of the Table.”

“Ooh,” he chuckled, eyes darkening with that familiar glint. “You know I love it when you call me that.”

Jasmine snorted a small laugh with a swift roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Roman leaned in closer, dropping his voice to that husky whisper she usually only ever heard in their most private moments. “You sure you don’t wanna stick around? Might need a little extra motivation.”

Even though his tone caused a shiver to shoot down her spine, she maintained her composure. “I think you’ll be just fine without me distracting you.”

“You always distract me, Jassy. That’s half the fun.”

Before she could respond, Jimmy interrupted with a grin. “Hey, Uce, you better focus on the damn match. Don’t let Jas here mess with your head.”

Roman shot his cousin a glare. “I got this. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ mess with my head tonight.”

Jasmine shook her head, unable to suppress the amusement that came with every visit to any locker room belonging to The Bloodline. “Alright, alright. Go out there and show them why you’re the Tribal Chief.”

His intense glare softened as he looked back at Jasmine. “You gonna be watchin’?”

“Aren’t I always?” she raised an eyebrow as she made her way to the door.

“As long as you keep acknowledging me, baby, that’s all I need.”

She shot him a grin before closing the door behind her. Oh, I’ll always acknowledge the fuck out of you.

Roman’s domineering presence was palpable, right from the very start of the match. She wasn’t sure if it was just where she watched on from the shadows of Gorilla, but every move he made exuded a confidence in him like never before. But… Kevin and Sami were relentless. They pushed The Bloodline to their limits. And her eyes couldn’t decide where they wanted to be focused. Once again thrown into the back and forth of what outcome she really wanted…

Roman and Solo seemed to have the upper hand at times, but her own family fought back with a determination that left everyone on the edge of their seats, even her.

Eventually, Kevin had Roman alone. Squaring off in the ring. Their rivalry coming to a head in a series of brutal exchanges. A Stunner from Kev, an immediate Spear by Roman. Usually, she could tell which direction a certain match was going. But this? A whole other level.

The climax of the match came in a flurry of action. Solo unleashed a devastating assault on Sami, while Roman engaged Kevin in a battle of wills. The crowd erupted as the evening reached its fever pitch, the finale hanging in the balance.

In a final, dramatic moment, Sami managed to evade Solo’s grasp and tag in Kevin, who launched into a brutal offence against Roman. And despite Roman’s best efforts, Kevin and Sami’s relationship proved too strong. Another Stunner to Roman, followed by a classic Helluva, secured the pinfall that retained her family’s title.

Everyone seemed to explode with cheers. Jasmine couldn’t decide if she was proud of Sami and Kevin for their win, or disappointment that her illegal partner of sorts had actually… lost.

The same engulfed her as she tried her best to celebrate with her brother and best friend backstage. Tried to look happier than she really was. A horrible feeling if there ever was one.

You’re betraying your family; you should be happy!

Then she caught it. Focused, intense eyebrows narrowed down atop eyes that lit up whenever in her presence. Though, this time, approaching was out of the question. Roman passed from afar, followed by Jimmy, Solo, and Paul. His fists clenched at his sides, and his nostrils flared, she held no remorse for him ignoring is surroundings. He was in his head, and she empathised.

However, no amount of losing could stop him from approaching her.

Her phone buzzed as she flopped down onto the bed in her hotel room, snug in a fluffy robe after a hot shower.

> You busy?

Nope<

It took him a while to respond, but once he did, a wide smile overtook her features and she shot up into a seated position.

> Unlock your door and sit on the bed. Don’t fucking move. I’ll be there in 15.

[cloudyyoimiya]

HEAR ME OUT.. SCENARIO ABOUT PM!DAZAI,CHUUYA AND GN!READER WITH THE SONG ANIMAL IMPULSES BY IAMX or if it's too much you can do PM!dazai,chuuya and gn!reader Where reader is like the harbinger of death and has the personality of arlecchino from genshin (if u can do polyamorous)

i love this oh my word. i looked up the meaning to the song, and i feel like it’s very fitting for arlecchino and this scenario. for the arlecchino bit i also referenced the one show from the itallian theater since not a lot is known about arlecchino from genshin. also, i hope you don’t mind that i threw in some headcanons! thank you for requesting <3

With a S/o Like Arlecchino from Genshin; PM!Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara

Format: Headcanons and Scenario

Potential Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence

Here’s a link to the song mentioned.

First things first, you’d be the backbone of your relationship. You’d make sure that the two of them stay in line, and you’d make sure that they don’t try to kill each other over the littlest things.

The two of them would obviously know about your distain towards the Port Mafia. You have made it very clear that you would betray the mafia in a heartbeat if it was beneficial to you.

Now, since Arlecchino is a harbinger, let’s say that you’re an executive for the Port Mafia. You’d be known for leading a squad that specialized in vigilante-like work. This is what originally what drew Dazai in because he’s never seen someone try to do some good while being in the mafia.

You attracted Chuuya by being stern with your underlings, and how strong you seemed on the battlefield. One day he was assigned to work with you, and he was pleasantly surprised by your physical strength.

How all of you got in a relationship was quite tricky. Originally it was Dazai that confessed to you first, but Chuuya ended up overhearing and decided to interrupt the conversation by confessing his feelings as well.

You had to calm the two down, then lectured them about getting all worked up over something as idiotic as this. Eventually you made the two apologize to each other and made them make an agreement.

The relationship wouldn’t be as bad as it may seem. Dazai and Chuuya both put in effort to not fight while they’re in your presence. Every now and then you’d find them arguing over you in private, but once you gave them a cold glare they’d immediately stop talking.

Scenario…

“But (Name)..!” Dazai whined. “You already spent a lot of time with Chuuya! Do you love him more than me?”

You let out a prolonged sigh. You then pinched the bridge of your nose. “Osamu, I already told you. We were sent on a mission together. He didn’t take me on a date or anything of the sort. Do you understand me?”

On this particular day Mori had sent you and Chuuya out on a search and eliminate mission. Chuuya’s ability allowed him to cause a lot of collateral damage, so it was perfect for this particular mission. You only sat down somewhere behind him and watched as he tore through the enemies defenses.

The mission went well, and the two of you returned home without any injuries. As of now Chuuya was in the shower cleaning off some blood while you sat in the living room with Dazai holding onto your shoulders like it’s his lifeline. You almost felt as if he was going to crush your bones from how hard he was holding onto you.

“It’s not fair! You’re always sent on missions with Chuuya instead of me!” He continued to whine.

You put your hand on Dazais face and pushed him away from me. “It’s the bosses orders. There is nothing I can do about it.”

Dazai sighed as he flopped down onto the couch. He started to pout as you picked up your phone. You then started to scroll through some books that you wanted to purchase.

The man let out another sigh, this time louder than the last. You directed your gaze back at him, glaring daggers.

“If you’re so unhappy about the arrangements that Mori have made, then I highly suggest talking to him about it. I absolutely hate it when you act like this,” you said with an unamused expression.

Eventually Chuuya emerged from the bathroom, wearing comfortable pajamas. You glanced up at him then looked back down at your phone. He didn’t seem happy in the slightest.

“I could hear you whining from across the god damn house!” Chuuya raised his voice as he pointed at Dazai. “Do you know how fucking annoying you are?! I was just trying to take a nice and relaxing shower, but you just had to ruin it!”

You glanced up at Chuuya once more. He immediately stopped his yelling.

“Are you done? I dislike it when you engage in fights while I’m around; you know that,” you stated. You then looked at Dazai. “And you need to stop whining whenever something doesn’t go your way. It annoys the both of us. Are we done here? Good!”

You stood up and then grabbed Dazai and Chuuya. You immediately gave them a soft hug.

“You two will be the death of me,” you said contently.

Chuuya hummed as he wrapped his arms around the two of you. Dazai followed suit, squeezing the both of you rather harshly.

“You’re gonna break my bones!” Chuuya exclaimed.

“No I won’t!”

You only sighed. Tonight was going to be a long night of meaningless bickering.

requests are open <3

also i do apologize if this is short. writing more than 2 characters dialogue is something i just mildly struggle with BDBDB

[pathtonowhereimagine]

Your posts are really great! Please keep writing! Can you write a Jealous!Zoya overhearing other Sinners having a crush on the Chief.

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"Jealous? Me? No."

Jealous!Zoya x Chief

TW; Jealously

Notes; A/N

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Zoya grumbles to herself as she rolls her shoulders after a long dispatch to SALVA Hospital, but content that she's finally back at the Bureau where the Chief is - on her way she overhears some of the Sinners.

"Did you see how Chief looked today?"

She recognized one as EMP, the self proclaimed queen of Syndicate.

"Oh my god, she looked so cute! Especially with the hat that Hella got them."

The other being Chelsea as they giggled to themselves about the Chief, her blood boiling as she continues to overhear their conversations.

"The way she looks when she's all serious, makes me go crazy!"

"You should've seen her when she was training today with 036, total hottie as she kicked his ass."

"And the way she looked in those tights."

"Don't get me started, the things I would do to her!"

Zoya starts clenching her fists as she hears the girls keep talking about Chief look they were schoolgirls. She decided enough was enough and emerged around from the corner in anger, startling the women as they felt the intense surge of energy from the Legion Leader.

"H-Hey, Zoya!"

She looked down at the pair as they sweats bullets.

"So... who were you talking about just now?"

"T-the Chief."

"... Interesting, but I suggest getting back to work."

"YES, MA'AM!!"

They shouted as they ran off somewhere in the compound as Zoya stood there, making sure they were out of sight before returning to her original destination - walking through the halls towards the Chief's office. Knocking on the door to the office awaiting for an answer before entering.

"Come in!"

Entering the office space finding the Chief buried into her work as she filled out another after another, tiredness clearly in her eyes as she keeps reading every report. Zoya sighed as she walked over to her desk she forcibly turned the chair taking Chief by surprise.

"Zoya wh-"

The sinner picked Chief off the chair and carried her to her private bedroom tossing on the mattress, following after laying on top of her with her head on her chest - sighing she played with Zoya's hair in the way she liked it. Hearing the content hum as she continued to play with her but something was amiss.

"Everything alright, today? You seem more quiet then usual."

"...."

"Babe?"

Zoya lifted her head and looked into her eyes.

"Some of the girls were talking about you and how great you looked today and I guess I got a little angry."

"You mean jealous."

She sat right up on the Chief's laps as she stares at her in mere confusion or embarrassment.

"Jealous? Me? No. I was just angry at the way they were talking about you!"

Chief sat up and cupped Zoya's face planting kisses after kisses, slowly bringing the sinner back down on the bed again - then finally kissing her on the lips as Zoya buries herself into her chest.

"Whatever you say, big guy."

[illegal-heartbreaker]

Hi there! Can I request a Larissa x reader where on Larissa’s first year as a student in Nevermore, reader’s family lived at Jericho and Larissa and reader sort of became became friends (who crushed on each other) but the kind of friends who only ever really hung out when they bumped into each other and they have a good time, only knowing each other by nicknames and nothing else. Reader’s family left suddenly and they lost contact. Decades later when Larissa is principal, reader come back to Jericho and they run into each other. They don’t recognize each other at first but they like each other so they go out a couple of times before reader tells Larissa that she reminds them of an old friend who they totally crushed on and Larissa’s like “that’s me!” And then it’s all fluff. This was specific, I’m sorry. Thank you though!

long lost lovers {l. weems}

summary: req above !

relationship: larissa weems x reader

extra/warning: REALLY LATE RESPONSE OMG!

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Finally being able to come back to the town you grew up, you thought things would of changed but no - it looked as if you had left only yesterday.

your first stop was to the weathervane, 'a quick check in to see if the hot chocolate was still good' you called it, an attempt at trying to deny that you have a small addiction to that drink.

arriving at the cafè, you open the door only to find a group of boys on the floor with a petite goth girl standing over them. It doesn't take long for her to notice your arrival, "Is everything alright with them?" You asks, nodding your head at the floor where the boys lay groaning.

"yes, don't think they'll be -" she starts off before being interrupted by a women bursting through the doors. you looked back at the girl, and realised what exactly was going on. Nevermore.

"Wednesday Addams! I cannot believe this." You help the boys up from their spot on the floor, apologising for her behaviour, before turning back to the conversation realising that both eyes were on you.

"I am terribly sorry, you witnessed this but we must being going." The older lady speaks up, beckoning for Wednesday to reluctantly follow her. Leaving you stunned and confused at the situation that had just went down.

-

The second time you had met the women, that seemed all too familiar to you was the day of the Harvest Festival.

You had volunteered to help out at Pilgrims World knowing that there'd be a group of Nevermore students doing 'work experience' there. Stood behind the counter serving customers, you couldn't help but overhear, Miss Addams speaking german to a group of tourists.

"Miss Addams?" You call once watching the tourists leave quickly, halting her momentarily in her tracks before she starts to run. Excusing yourself from the till, you shrug off your apron and pull Arlene over. "take the till, we've got a runaway nevermore." you whisper before following in the directions of Wednesday.

Standing a few meters away from the building she had just gone into, you watch as the boy she had picked up crouched into a ball before making your way over there, grabbing his arm and pushing the door open to find Wednesday holding one of the display items.

"And what on earth do you think you doing in here?" You ask, trying to maintain a calm voice but your eyes betray you.

"Wheres the real book?"

"How am I supposed to know! This is just a volunteer job." your grip on the boys arm releasing as you cross your arms. "Just like me personally taking the two of you to your Principal." You tell her, as you force the two out of the display room.

Walking behind them down the road back to where you knew the Principal would most likely be. Giving a brief glance down you notice the tiniest glint of a pleading look in the girls eyes.

"Wednesday, Eugene, What seems to be the matter?" The taller lady questions looking down at her students before directing her gaze entirely onto you.

"breaking and entering into private property, you're very lucky i found them and not Mistress Arlene." You observe the way her jaw clenches together at the 'breaking and entering', her clasp tightening ever so slightly.

"I will deal with the both of you later, but for now, you can either stay with Miss Thornhill or I."

a pause.

The boy - Eugene - pulls Wednesday in the direction of their other teacher. You turn your head back to the lady, "we seem to keep running into each other at the crime scenes miss addams creates." she laughs, the sound- enchanting you, almost as sweet as a sirens song.

"please, join me for a drink? As a sorry for having to deal with one of my more 'difficult' students." She offers, checking your watch for a time update, you realise it is indeed the end of your shift.

"I'd be delighted to accompany you, let me just send a message to Arlene." You accept graciously, sending a quick thumbs up to the lady, telling her that you'd be back in tomorrow.

-

Your coffee meetups on the weekends become more regular over time, until one day whilst you were working and your phone rang. Looking over at your now boss, she nods and lets you slip off to the staff room.

"Hello, this Y/N. Who may this be?" The number had no ID attached to it which was making you worried.

"It's Larissa, I was just going to ask if you wanted to meet up at the new restaurant?" A silent sigh is released, no bad news.

"of course, I would! What time?" The clock read 3 as you spoke, "7pm?"

"Perfect, I'll see you then." You say accepting the offer, it gave 4 hours to get home and get ready. Hanging up, you finish up your job and proceed to leave for the day.

You had never been so nervous since your high school years and then again it had been quite awhile since then. Checking your makeup one last time before walking down the stairs towards the front door, being greeted by your unofficial date, with flowers in hand.

"You look gorgeous." She compliments handing the flowers to you and offering a hand, which you took letting her lead you to her car. "You don't look too bad yourself." You tell her once in the car, and the music is playing softly in the background.

The drive to the restaurant was met with a comfortable silence, both of you stealing glances at each other, every minute or two. The car pulling to a stop, this time you climb out without the assistance of Larissa.

Walking through the doors, your mouth dropped in shock. Allowing yourself to be pulled softly to a seating, your hand in Larissa's.

Hours pass, the both of you slowly becoming more open with each other and get to know each other well.

"You remind me of an old friend," You start, finally realising she does look a lot like an old friend, "I had the biggest crush on her before I was forced to move overseas."

Looking over at Larissa, you notice that she is now staring at you, "Y/N/N?"

"How do you know that name?"

"Are you really that daft!? It's me Rissa." she says crying, your eyes widen. "It was you after all this time?" you laugh, tears threatening to roll down your face at the reunion. "I can't believe I found you again, gosh i missed you so much." she confesses pulling you into a tight hug, not wanting to let go.

"and i can't believe i fell in love with you twice, without knowing." you murmur into her neck, "neither darling, neither." she whispers back, looking down at you.

[pearwaldorf]

10 lines tagging game

Thanks to @ripeteeth for the tag!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

waiting to finally be caught (OFMD, Ed/Stede, nsfw)

As much as they all love the pirates' life (at least as it is on the Revenge), too much time in close quarters means civility becomes strained, no matter how hard they try to remain amiable. It’s been weeks out at sea, and when Stede announces they’re going to dock in Nassau for a bit, a weary cheer goes up from the crew. As they scatter to their various duties, he overhears snatches of conversation about the things they’re going to do when they reach land.

I took no time with the fall (Glass Onion, Blanc/Phillip)

It’s a really fucking boring party. Phillip is here purely for lack of anything better to do, including sitting on his couch and binging Parks and Recreation, which he’s done three times this year already.

don't look in the mirror, look into my eyes (Critical Role/TLoVM, Percy/OMC, Percy/Orthax, nsfw)

Percy sets down the hammer. The piece of metal he's been shaping is finally starting to look like what he wants. The voice in his head, Orthax, it calls itself, rumbles in what Percy thinks might be approval.

both have sharp teeth (IWTV AMC, Grace and Lestat)

Grace keeps an eye out for her brother, but he does not show up to the wake. It is not something she concerns herself with at the moment, given Mamá’s condition and fulfilling her role as dutiful sister and daughter. But when Louis does not show up for breakfast the next morning, it becomes more important.

our bodies fear that this war won't end (can't live without the ache) (Malevolent, Arthur/John, nsfw)

"Why do humans derive such pleasure from getting dirty?" Sometimes John will just blurt out questions, when there’s nothing to do but wait. Arthur finds it charming, although he'd never let John know. (They share so much—too much, sometimes; he clings to what he can keep private.)

take me to the limit, hold me down there (OFMD, Ed/Stede, nsfw)

Edward is gazing out one of the windows in the captain’s quarters when he hears the door unlock. He has the only key, and his heart jumps into his throat. Should he try and hide? Fight back? Certainly he was aware of the possibility of piracy when he booked this voyage, but they're so close to their destination he didn’t think it would actually happen.

until I saw you in my thunderstorm (Oxventure Blades in the Dark, Alice/Peter)

The last thing Alice remembers is standing at the desk. The new girl, Zara? Zillah? stood behind her, putting her arm around Alice's neck and tightened. Alice tried to resist, but she was extremely strong. Spots danced in front of her eyes until black overtook everything.

all the variations you could do with me (OFMD, Ed/Stede, nsfw)

Ed’s been a sailor long enough that he can tell when a squall’s coming, even without the accompanying ache in his knee. There’s something extremely strange about whatever’s gathering right now though: no clouds, just an ominous, low pressure that feels like it’s going to crush anybody still on deck when it arrives.

when the lights come on I'll be ready for this (Shang-Chi, Katy-centric)

Katy does what she can, in the aftermath of the battle. There’s so much else to sort through nobody asks her to go near the bodies, for which she is grateful. She’s not sure it’s her place anyways. The dead should be taken care of by the ones they loved, who loved them.

we've not yet lost all our graces (Good Omens/Hannibal, Aziraphale, Will)

There is a quiet about the morning in Florence right after dawn, one Will relishes greatly on his walks. It’s a good sort, created from the natural cessation of activity required by humanity, as opposed to the kind encountered around the grave.

He gathers and collects it obsessively like it’s become his, proprietary through the repeated action of observing its existence. It’s not that he’s unwilling to share it with others; but he has come to know the other people who do. There is an irrational, strange jealousy of people he doesn’t know partaking in it, like they somehow need his approval to enjoy the ambiance of a city that hasn’t quite woken up.

Please feel free to do this if you are so moved.

[leviathanspain]

🐈‍⬛ hiii! what do you think of benedict bridgerton x reader, where reader is daphne’s long time friend who’s always been close with the family and has always had a crush on benedict, she doesn’t make it obvious but even he knows and before her big debut she overhears him talking with his brothers about her and how he’d never marry her because he’d never have feelings for you even though you have feelings for him, reader quickly moves on because why would she care about what a man thinks right? so obviously she has to go to the balls looking real good and dance with lots of guys making him jealous (perk but not the goal) and he eventually realizes his feelings and makes it all up to her after finding out she heard what he said

like someone in love

benedict bridgerton x reader

synopsis: you’ve come to terms with the fact that he would never see you romantically, and so you have to find a way to move on

you audibly gasped, hand clutching at your corset, that your lady’s maid was strapping to your body. she looked over your shoulder and you shook your head, “i am fine, tighter!” you shrieked shrilly, feeling the air constrict in your lungs.

you heard the quick ties of the ribbon and inhaled slowly, “i have to look perfect for tea with daphne.” you admired yourself in the mirror, “if i happen to run into mr. bridgerton, i want to look perfect.” you held your head high, watching your hair fall back loosely, “use the blue ribbon, will you?”

“of course, my lady.” anne, your lady’s maid, always had a small smile on her face whenever she helped you with your visits to the bridgerton household; ever since you became taken with the middle brother, benedict.

you tried to be modest with your attraction, especially since he was daphne’s older brother, and she was your dearest friend. but sometimes, you felt as if the entire ton could see right through you.

“this is the last he’ll see of me before i’m game to the rest of london.” you rolled your eyes, “with whatever my mother has planned- i can only expect a surprise.” your mother, constance, had wonderful success in marrying off your three older sisters, to members of high european society.

“i don’t want her to choose my husband, i know who he is,” you inhaled again, “he just has to choose me.” you smoothed down your skirt, and walked over to your vanity, anne following quickly behind.

“oh, y/n!” daphne still felt like a girl whenever you appeared in her doorway. the drawing room had been empty except for her, looking beautiful as ever.

you looked around before greeting her back, smiling brightly as you sat across from her, “where is everyone?” you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that benedict wasn’t sketching away by the window.

daphne exhaled, “mama took everyone out for promenade. i’m rather nervous about tomorrow, and well,” she shrugged, smiling.

you nodded, “i most definitely am nervous. a pit in my stomach.” you admitted, “i understand, daph. that is why when i received your invite for tea, i knew i had to come.”

daphne’s attention shifted to the bustling bodies that were shoving each other through the drawing room doorway. it was all her brothers, with eloise.

eloise smiled at you, and moved over to the seat beside her sister. benedict, colin and anthony all greeted you politely, indulging in small conversation with daphne before excusing themselves to the study.

as they left, you couldn’t help but let your eyes hang on benedict, not bothering to hide your feelings. daphne smiled, “y/n, i do hope my brother marries you, you’d be my sister.” you blushed, laughing off her comment as eloise raised her eyebrows.

your tea with daphne had turned into a private dinner, and it had gotten late. “this was lovely, daph.” you had stopped on your walk by the study with daphne, “i’ll see you tomorrow, be perfect.” you wished her luck, and waved her off as she dashed back up the stairs.

the bridgerton house grew quiet as you took your time exiting. you had hoped you’d accidentally bump into benedict on your way out, but as you passed the last room, you lost hope.

“no!” you heard some shouting, a rancorous laughter followed and you paused by the wall of the last room. it was the three brothers, indulging in conversation. “i would never marry y/n. she’s-“ you heart dropped just as the voice paused, “there’s nothing there. no.” he, benedict, how could you not recognize that voice, had unknowingly shattered your heart with muffled conversation.

you inhaled sharply, and dashed out of the home, walking fast to your carriage as your tears threatened to fall.

your father had been a great man. your mother loved him passionately that even she cried when he died. you cried, but you were a child who knew her father fleetingly. your mother made you promise on his grave that no man would ever make you hurt like this again.

benedict breaking your heart was no different, and you knew you couldn’t dwell. your mother would not let you, you would not let yourself cry for him anymore.

the debut had been the easy part, the hard part was standing out. your first ball and already you couldn’t qualm your nerves. you knew that daphne and her entire family would be attending, you would have to see benedict, have to see him knowing what he said.

your mother had revealed to you that there was a duke and a prince in the waters, and you had to reach for the highest of stars.

your dance card had been filled to the brim, not even an hour had passed before there was a line of eligible suitors waiting for a dance. you were speechless, never did you think you’d get a reaction like that. not when there was daphne in the same pool of ladies.

everyone but the man you wanted had lined up for a dance, even his brother colin, but it was friendly more than anything.

benedict watched you carefully, smiling politely as you and colin danced. you indulged his ramblings about his wishes to travel, your father had been quite the explorer before settling down, so you were as worldly as he had been.

benedict tugged at his collar. seeing his brother with you had left him feeling odd, upset.

“ben, are you okay?” anthony had surprised his brother, and benedict nodded, “ye-yes. i just need a breath.” he spotted the nearest double doors, leading off to a balcony of some sort, he rushed away, his hand clutching into a fist nervously.

his skin felt hot, and he exhaled a breath. you had an affect on him that he had tried to ignore for months now.

when he was confronted about it by his brothers, he denied it fiercely, you were young, beautiful and wildly too good for him. not with your sisters’ husbands being who they were, benedict knew your mother wouldn’t even consider him as a thought.

but he couldn’t ignore the rage he felt at colin, watching his hands on your body, guiding you as you danced.

he knew you had an affection for him, he could see it in your eyes, but you didn’t know him, you couldn’t see why he was the wrong man for you. anthony had claimed that look in your eyes was of someone in love. he encouraged his brother, but benedict grew more reserved about his decision.

you wanted him to see. five balls of trying to capture a glance from benedict bridgerton, and five balls of failure. you had danced with nearly all of the eligible men, many handsome and as rich as you could imagine, but none left you with desire.

benedict was slowly becoming nothing but a dream, an unfulfilled desire that only kept you up at night.

on the night of the last ball of the season, you knew you had to get benedict alone. you had grown restless through the season, upset and frustrated. this was your last chance, because your mother refused to have her daughter end her first season unmarried.

you would be someone’s wife soon, and you had to be his.

benedict needed this. the drag of the smuggled cigarette in his lungs, the exhaling into the pitch black sky. knowing you were inside, dancing your way into someone else’s arms.

he refused to watch it happen, and he refused to admit how much he hated all of the men of the ton. he loathed every single one for having danced with you.

“mr. bridgerton.” he had only heard you address him a few times. not in a long while, and he had made sure of that.

he turned, shocked to see you standing behind him. you were wearing a baby blue dress, cheeks flushed. “miss heathfield.” he seemed breathless, and he dropped the cigarette that had been between his fingers, brushing his hand on his coat, holding it behind his back.

“it is chilly out here, perhaps you would be more comfortable inside?” no one else was outside, and it was inappropriate for you to be out here with him, alone.

you didn’t move, “benedict,” you spoke informally and sighed, “i will be someone’s wife before the month ends, and i just want to know.” he blinked, “why do you not want me to be yours?” you exhaled, feeling a relief off your chest.

benedict watched as you walked closer to him, “i have wished for that since the beginning of the season, y/n.” he looked at you, “you are beautiful, talented, wondrous and intriguing woman, and i absolutely do not deserve you.” his lips went tight, “i’ve seen your sisters’ husbands. they’re dukes and earls, i’m not even the viscount.” he whispered, “you deserve to be loved like a queen, a princess, anything but a mrs.”

you grew emotional, tears brimmed in your eyes and you stomped, “stop it this instance, benedict bridgerton!” you were now face to face with him, you could smell the cigarette smoke more clearly now, “i can see you feel strongly about me, and i want nothing more in this moment than for you to kiss me.”

benedict looked at you, glancing at the parted doorway, light and laughter floated down to his ears before he rushed in to kiss you.

your knees went weak at the kiss, and he gripped you, holding you against him. he pulled away, panting, “i-“ he was utterly speechless.

“i know.” you whispered, knowing the look in his eyes all too well.

[totallyawr1t3r]

What do you think Yandere Kirishima be like with a darling who always runs away when they see him ( example darling decides to jump out of a window once they see kiri😂

Jumping out a Window, Fun stuff

Yandere Kirishima with a Window Jumping Reader:

Now, this really only started because Kirishima couldn't help but overhear your private conversion with Mina.

Mina wanted to know if you were crushing on someone, and you had answered yes. And while it wasn't 'Manly' to eavesdrop, he couldn't help it. He needed to know who this person was.

Kirishima's heart went into a flurry once he heard his name come from your mouth, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling as you went on and on about everything you loved about him.

He was so happy he knew you returned his feelings!

"Oh Hey, Kiri!"

Mina waved at him, while you slowly turned to look at him in horror.

He was about to say something back, but you soon booked it and jumped out of the nearest window you could.

Mina and Kirishima just stood in shock, along with a few other students as they heard you shout, "I'M OK-"

And it went on like that for a while, whenever Kirishima would try and talk to you, you would jump out of the closest window. Nothing could stop you, and Aizawa got tired of trying to keep an eye on you.

It Broke his heart a bit, as he wondered why you were exactly running away from him. He just had heard you say you felt the same and now he couldn't even tell you he loved you as well? It hurt him personal.

So, He had made a plan. Kirishima was gonna try and find the perfect moment to corner you, where there was no windows and no place you could run.

And it worked perfectly as you avoided making any eye contact with him, as he trapped you in some alleyway. To be honest, you thought he was gonna kill ya.

But luckily, he didn't!

Kirishima had pulled out a few [damaged] red roses from his pocket and gave them to you, as you looked at him confused. He soon went on to tell you that he felt the same.

You let out a sigh of relief knowing you didn't need to jump out of anymore windows.

It ended with a sweet kiss kiss.

[its-kall-the-clown]

“I wish you would write a fic where…” Sandy and Syntax talk about Huntsman and Huntsman overhears them and it takes a second for him to realized Syntax is telling Sandy "You like him dummy now date him so we can be out of the limbo of awkwardness you trap us in every time you're in the same room". OR... SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I think that'd be something you could write well.

okay, real talk.

this was such a fun idea I actually DID write something in one sitting. I didn't have intentions to write anything with any of the asks sent in for the game but DAMN I do love this setup.

please enjoy 2,458 words of this word vomit that I wrote 100% on my phone at 1am and only just now got to posting it with ZERO lookovers.

Title: You Gonna Ask Him or What?

Rating: PG

"You gonna ask him out or what?"

Huntsman finds his footpace halting in place when he overheard Syntax speaking. He was just coming back from an errand for his queen and had returned to the new and improved spider clan.

After defeating the lady bone demon with the Monkie kid crew, saving their queen the spider clan had been slowly rebuilding their home with the help of the Monkie kid crew.

And Sandy had been helping a lot with that. Everything from physically building up the spider clan lair to making deliveries for supplies. So it wasn't surprising to see the lumbering blue demon lingering in their home.

What surprised him was that Syntax was talking to him. And what seems like a private conversation.

Huntsman pressed up against the wall silently, his heart pounding for some reason. Perhaps it's because he was lurking, or perhaps it's because of the nature of the conversation.

"I don't know what you're talking about…" Sandy replies the scraping of metal giving Huntsman the mental image of him moving some heavy science equipment for the spider hybrid.

"Oh my GOD!" Syntax explodes and Huntsman uses his years of stealth to look around the corner into the doorway of the science lab. Thankfully Sandy's back is to his, moving something too heavy for the scientist, confirming his suspicions of why the river demon was here.

Syntax meanwhile supervised with his feet up on a computer console, his head tilted back and hands pulling at bus hair.

"Would you PLEASE stop doing that? It's infuriating watching you two dance around your feelings like professional ballet instructors."

Huntsman raises an eyebrow at the mental image of Sandy dancing in a pink tutu... actually surprisingly not that hard to picture.

Sandy continues to move items around silently, not acknowledging the stink eye Syntax was giving him for being ignored.

"You like him. We ALL can see it. Why else would you help us so much with the rebuild?" The scientist questions spinning in his chair as a sign of angry stimming

"Maybe I like helping your clan."

"Or maybe you just like watching one of our clan members ass while they work out."

Some heavy equipment is dropped quickly and it also loudly against the concrete floor of the lab, the sound echoes past the walls and ripples through Huntsman's heart.

Sandy commented on the spider's need for a gym, something he helped build into their new lair, even going as far as to provide used gym equipment and yoga mats for them.

Huntsman often watched Sandy and Goliath work out together, both in similar weight categories they would spot each other while deadlifting and Huntsman looked on in envy.

Sandy always finished with yoga though and Huntsman found that surprisingly more his speed so he would join him there.

He wondered if what Syntax said held any true weight, if maybe Sandy was only here because he had a crush on Goliath….it would make sense. Goliath and Sandy were both strong individuals, and it was in spider nature to try and attract an equally powerful mate.

So of course the big bumbling spider set his sights on Sandy and sank his fangs into him. And of course Sandy returned the feelings. Why wouldn't he? Who else was worthy of him?

Huntsman feels his fist tightening at his side and something well upon his throat, it grows there and chokes him as he realizes he would never have the river demon's heart.

Suffocating silence permeates the two having a conversation, and the one illegally listening in. A beat passes and then another, just enough time for Huntsman's heart to shatter completely.

"....is….is it really that obvious?" Sandy rubs the back of his neck and Syntax just glares at him with a look that screams 'of fucking course it is'

"Yes. Yes, it's painfully obvious. Now please do us all a favor and please stop being an idiot and confess already." Syntax sinks impossibly further back into his chair until he practically becomes one with it, he pinches his nose and lets out a sigh.

"Just...confess already so we can stop suffocating in your pitifully hidden Pining. Please. I'm begging you." Syntax's voice was exhausted sounding. Like he worked two ten-hour shifts with nothing but a bathroom break and a red bull to help them through it.

"Now date the idiot and release me of this awkward limbo you have trapped us all in when you share any amount of square footage." The spider demon hybrid finished with a huff.

Huntsman pressed himself back into the wall. He could no longer watch. He couldn't listen to this anymore. If he had to hear Sandy admit he had feelings for Goliath he thinks he would never emotionally recover.

he still might not….

Huntsman swallows the poisonous lump in his throat, only lingering on the bitter flavor before quickly retreating.

He could never earn the river demon's affection. He couldn't even compete with Goliath. He wishes his best friend and his unrequited love well. Locking up his emotions in a bottle and tossing it into the ocean like a message Ina bottle to be tossed about the waves and lost forever.

A conversation still going on even when he was out of earshot and gone to find a place to lick their wounds.

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"But...would Huntsman return my feelings?" Sandy asked, shifting from one foot to the other. His hand finds the beads around his neck where he fiddled with them and Syntax thinks he might explode.

This was worse than some of the TV dramas he watched. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a groan.

"Sandy... He writes poetry about you. And not some fluffy bullshit poetry. That gut-wrenching loving yearning stuff. I'm talking pages and pages of this shit waxing long-winded stories and a sailor and his lover who waits for them to return from the sea for them" Syntax inhales through his nose and exhales out his mouth, he really needed this concept to get through their thick skull. If he had to go through one more meal where Huntsman would get all teary-eyed over a cup of tea...he thinks he might just fucking upload himself to the matrix and be done with it.

"Of fucking course he would return your feeling. Probably would tango with you on the spot if you know what I mean." He finishes setting his chin into his fist as he leans back into his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips. Syntax watches several emotions pass over the river demons face and he examines each one.

Disbelief

Fear

Worry

Hope

And then finally a blushing mess.

Finally. He gets it.

"O-oh….okay."

Sandy covers his face with one large hand, trying to mediate the blushing mess he was.

"I should...go...talk to Huntsman" Sandy coughs and backs up slowly to the door.

"Please." Syntax waves him off with a dismissive wave.

Finally, something would happen.

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Huntsman didn't cry. He was a fierce demon and so he didn't cry. He didn't let his breaking heart hurt enough for him to shed tears.

So instead of shed tears, he shed sweat. Taking his pent-up frustrations out on the punching bag of the gym. He would pummel the red punching bag of sand till it matched the state of his heart.

He growls sending another resounding hit toward his target aggressively, then another and another and another till he's just screaming and throwing blind punches at the bag.

He's only stopped by a soft firm hand that caught his fist into their own.

Huntsman takes a sucking breath in, his eyes trail upward till they meet the water demons.

He must look like a disgusting wreck to them, sweaty, red-faced, and strings of hair sticking to his face.

Sandy studies him. His brows pinched together in a concerned face. A face that was gorgeous as it was kind. Huntsman feels that the poisonous lump he swallowed makes a second appearance and it only tends to the rage and hurt building in his chest.

His fist is still swallowed by Sandy's hand, a hand that was oh so gentle but firm. His hands had helped build their home back up, they had brought tea to Huntsman, and those hands rubbed his back softly when he drank too much in celebration as sick.

They were good hands. Even the hands that laid the foundations of the earth could not compare to Sandy's hands. They were hands that Huntsman wanted all over him in multiple ways.

To be treated softly. To be treated like he was precious.

And he would never have that

Sandy studied him for a long moment with discerning eyes and Huntsman didn't think it was possible for his heart to break anymore when they spoke "Are you okay?"

A beat passes. Only a single second of composure is all Huntsman can manage before he's cracking under the pressure like ice on a lake early spring.

His head falls forward into the giant blue chest and he lets out a stuttering sob, a hand reaches up and grabs that beard there and tugs it roughly in revenge.

"I hate you. Go away." He growls out despite how the arms wrap around him and pull him closer and all Huntsman can do is cling tighter.

He feels Sandy's chest vibrate with the gentle movement of a purr, something demons did to try and soothe other distressed demons.

He hates it. He hates how it makes him feel and how much it actually works and smooths him. He hates to think about how Sandy might use this on another, someone much more worthy of their love and attention.

And yet even when he hated it so much he couldn't get enough of it.

He finds his hiccupping sobs slowly recede till he's just exhausted puddy between the hands of the blue demon. He feels their calloused fingers make their way to his hip bone where it holds home like a wine glass and rubs soothing circles onto the skin.

"What happened?" Sandy asks eventually, his body heat and hand ministrations making the spider demon dizzy.

"Nothing." He spots out with a low warning growl into the pecs of the demon.

"I was going to talk to you about something...but maybe I should bring it up later." Sandy hums out and it's the equivalent of a slap to the face

"If it's about you and Goliath I already know." He spats out taking a step back, trying and failing to escape from his clutches.

Sandy looks at him like he'd grown two heads. Eyes blank as the gears try to turn and connect the dots in his brain.

"Uhhhh me and Goliath?" He sputters out still looking like he was a few crayons short of being a full box.

"Yes." Huntsman hisses again struggling in the firm grip of the large blue demon. "I heard you talking to Syntax and your feelings for Goliath."

A beat passes, maybe Huntsman said too much and he should have let Sandy reveal the 'happy' news himself.

"I think….your confused," Sandy speaks pulling Huntsman close to his chest, he lifts their chin gently making Huntsman shudder under the gentle touch.

"It's not Goliath I have feelings for…" another beat passes that Huntsman shudders between thinking he might melt under the loving tender gaze of Sandy.

"It's you." He finishes breathing, slowly descending into Huntsman's face. His breath hitches when lips meet in the softest shortest kiss that sends an electric shock up his Spode and forces Huntsman to react.

He shoves away from Sandy's chest violently, not able to accept this.

"Don't." He sucks one a breath "d-don't fuck with me." He shouts the spider demon's hands balled into fists. He watches Sandy's face fall slowly.

"Why would you ever like me?" He asked with desperation in his voice and his body shaking. It felt like a failed heart transplant. His body was rejecting the new organ that was too big for him.

"I'm not super exciting, my temper is bad and I'm not attractive and-"

Huntsman finds himself pinned to the wall his breath stolen from the shock. Sandy looms over him and holds his hands over his head.

"Don't talk about yourself like that," Sandy growls, a strange sense of fear running up Huntsman's spine that he had only ever experienced once under the water demons.

"Insulting yourself...insults me and my judgment of a person." He claims to the surprise Huntsman and stirred something in his chest by the new dominating nature of Sandy.

"You're short-tempered, but it's because of your passion-" A hand trails down Huntsman's chin to their neck where the hand massages him there making him melt. "-you think you're not exciting but every day around you makes my heart pound."

Sandy leans forward making Huntsman crane his neck back and he lets out a shuddering breath when he feels their mustache scratch and tickle against his exposed neck.

"And you are very wrong about that last one…." The hot breath against Huntsman's neck makes him shudder and gasp, lips press there tenderly making his pulse jump and his throat

"You very attractive" they purr out against his neck where Sandy litters kisses up and down Huntsman's neck leaving him absolutely breathless. He lets out a sound he would deny making to this day when Sandy lifts him up and the spider wraps his legs around the thick waist of the water demon who presses him back into the wall while huntsman arches into it.

He finds himself being kissed breathless by Sandy, this one much more passionate and full of fire. He feels a hand tangle into his braid that yanks his head back, making him gasp allowing Sandy to have better access to his mouth and chin where he nips and covers in kisses.

When they finally pull away, Huntsman is breathless his chest heaving as he tries to catch his brain cells that have dispersed so he could form a cohesive sentence.

"Court me." Sandy requests, no. demands. nipping Huntsman's bottom lip making him whimper. How could he ever say no?

"Okay." He breathes out with hooded lids leaning forward to claim another kiss.

"Fucking FINALLY!!!"

Both parties jump and Huntsman is almost dropped out of Sandy's grasp. They turn to the entranceway to the gym to find Syntax standing there looking smugly victorious. Sandy and Huntsman look at each other and then back to Syntax who turns to leave.

"Now go snog each other somewhere else, no fucking in public areas."

Both newly courting demons became a flustered mess after that.

[doeilovr]

WAYV’S REACTION WHEN THEY FIND OUT THEIR CRUSH LIKES THEM TOO

request: hi hi can you please do a reaction where wayv overhears their crush talking to another member about how they like them? I would love to see this page grow! so I hope you don't mind this request! have a great day!

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YANGYANG ・･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ you brought coffee for all the boys to enjoy during their break, all of them busy learning a new dance

☆ YangYang just came back from the bathroom, silently entering the dance studio, when he overheard something, “he is pretty cute”, you said to Hendery and YangYang was pretty sure this wasn’t even referring to him

☆ “do you really think YangYang would like me too?” And when he heard that it was for sure. You, his crush, the most beautiful person in his eyes, the light of his life.. you liked him back

☆ and suddenly YangYang knew what he had to do. He was gonna ask you out, now, finally.. and he was excited!

XIAOJUN ・･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ Xiaojun couldn’t believe it when he opened the door and you stood on the other side.. he wasn’t wearing a shirt and on his way to take a shower.. god how embarrassed he was

☆ he was pretty sure he was somehow cursed, because ever since his heart decided it was you, everything went wrong. He was always doing something weird around you by accident and after knowing you for so long he never got a chance to tell you how he felt either

☆ so when he walked past Lucas’ room and overheard you saying “I was so embarrassed”, he was pretty sure it couldn’t get any worse.. but somehow he still stopped and eavesdropped for a bit

☆ “my heart flutters whenever I see him, Lucas”, fell from your lips and Xiaojun suddenly knew that everything had its reasons and the time would come for him to confess. Maybe sooner than expected!

HENDERY ・゜･｡

☆ Hendery was on his way to meet up with you in the park. You often hung out together nowadays, as you shared the same interests and maybe also because he had the fattest crush on you

☆ he wouldn’t confess though.. not yet at least, but maybe one day. He had already spotted you sitting on a bench and walked so he could sneak up to you from behind, but as he got closer, he realized you were talking on the phone

☆ “I don’t know, Kun, I shouldn’t tell him how I feel. I don’t want to lose him as a friend”, you were saying and Hendery stopped in his tracks.. this was exactly how he felt about you.. but wait , did you like someone already?

☆ a part of him wanted to turn around and leave, but the other part of him wanted to stay just a little longer. “You’re right, Hendery wouldn’t hurt anyone. I should confess.” And at that his jaw almost dropped.. you liked him? HIM?

☆ Hendery almost froze in place, but quickly got back to reality as soon as he saw you turn to the side a bit.. threatening to see him standing there. He called out your name, pretending as if he just arrived and felt his heart flutter even more, now that he knew his feelings were mutual. This felt like a dream come true!

LUCAS・．｡･ﾟﾟ

☆ Lucas wasn’t really into clubbing, but since you had invited him to hang out with your mutual friends, he couldn’t say no. It was you after all.

☆ He tried all evening to talk to you and get to know you better, but it turned out to be a lot harder.. the music was just too loud and there were so many people. After getting drinks for both of you, he returned to your private booth in the back of the club.

☆ You were sitting with Sicheng and Xiaojun, and yelling very loudly about how you were in love or something. Maybe Lucas heard it wrong. He walked closer, hearing your words a bit clearer now. “Lucas is so perfect, I don’t know if I even have a chance with him”, you shouted towards your two friends. Lucas almost tripped, what did he just hear?

☆ Before anyone could notice him listening in on your conversation, he walked up to the table, placing the drinks down and sitting next to you. “A pretty drink for a pretty person”, he smiled, handing you the pink cocktail. You accepted it thankfully, looking deep into Lucas’ eyes. “What?” Lucas shrugged, lost in your beauty and the moment. “We should dance”, he quickly said, feeling like this evening was gonna take a different turn than expected.

WINWIN ゜･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ Winwin’s plan was to bring you to the beach and show you the sea, but as kindhearted as you were you invited Ten and Hendery along, changing his plan a bit a lot actually

☆ everyone was currently gathered outside of a convenience store, slurping on lemonade and coffee, sharing snacks and crazy stories.. WinWin, after using the bathroom, was about to join them again, when he overheard something

☆ your familiar (and beautiful) voice would never not catch his attention. “Shut up, Hendery”, you laughed.. the laugh WinWin fell in love with a long time ago. He stopped in the doorway, eavesdropping on your conversation. “If he finds out I like him because of you, you’re dead!”

☆ oh a threat.. wait. WinWin almost exploded from happiness. Was his dream of you liking him back finally coming true? Would he confess to you and you would say you liked him too? He couldn’t believe it. WinWin inhaled a sharp breath, putting his cool facade back on, before he sat down across from you at the table. You, his crush. His crush that liked him back.

TEN ・゜｡･

☆ ten almost did this unconsciously, yeah, it was kind of a ritual. When he came home from work he shouted “I’m home” (often not getting an answer).. and today he could barely stop himself from shouting out the familiar words

☆ he swung open the door, immediately spotting your familiar shoes and jacket by the entrance.. which could only mean you were in this very same apartment.. right now… and of course he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his crush no

☆ he fixed his hair in the mirror, took off his glasses and suddenly heard your laughter echo through the living room. “YangYang”, you laughed, “you’re so straightforward!” Ten walked closer to the living room, still not visible to either one of you, who where sitting on the sofa

☆”come on, I know Ten has a crush on you”, YangYang exposed him. Oh he was dead. Ten pressed his lips together, holding himself back from intervening, he couldn’t let his friend embarrass him any longer. “You know, I actually like Ten too”, you confessed nonchalantly and Ten aswell as YangYang let out a gasp.

☆ “Then why are we still here, we need to get you to together. Love-“, YangYang announced happily, Ten quickly interrupting him. “I’m home”, he shouted, emerging from the dark hallway. “So”, he sighed, a mischievous smile on his face. “What did I miss?”

KUN ・．｡･ﾟﾟ

☆ Kun blinked his eyes open, did he fall asleep again? This happened way too many times at work lately. But as he opened his eyes and looked around he got reminded why he loved coming here, despite his love for music of course

☆ you were sitting on his chair, talking on the phone with someone. And god, you were beautiful. Even just sitting there like that, not doing much. “Yeah Sicheng. He’s sleeping, why does he have to be so pretty even while sleeping.” Oh, you were talking about him. ABOUT HIM?

☆ Kun almost let out a shocked noise. After all this time of having a crush on you he only just found out now you liked him back? How? How did he deserve that?

☆ “You’re awake”, he heard your voice, a smile spreading on your face. Kun sat up on the sofa, mumbling a yeah. Honestly he was at loss of words (which barely ever happened), but he quickly got himself together. “Hey”, he called out softly, clearing his throat afterwards. He would tell you how he felt. He wouldn’t wait any longer. Finally he could tell you how he felt, how his heart fluttered whenever you were around and how he slept well at night, knowing you were in his life. Finally!

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a/n: thanks again for the request! Hope you like it! Though I feel like this time I did it wrong :/ idk let me know what you guys think :3

[suchalonelysunflower]

Tell Me What You’re Thinking (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

You reread your final essay one more time and decided that it was enough for today and if there were any mistakes left, then you’ll deal with them tomorrow. Now the only thing in your mind was a cozy blanket and a feel good movie. But first, you needed to get some food and drinks for your mini celebratory self care session.

The thought of asking Calum to come join you crossed your mind, but you quickly remembered that tonight was boys night. Every couple of weeks Calum and his friends have a little night out to catch up and decompress all of the stress of the week. Tonight was Calum’s turn to host boys night as they decided to have a quiet night in, so they must be having a good time downstairs and you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

With that thought in mind, you carefully placed your laptop on Calum’s side of the bed and carefully untangled your legs from under the covers so you wouldn't wake up Duke, who snuggled with you every time you had to work to keep you company. You put on one of Calum’s hoodies and headed downstairs trying your best to not make any sound.

Before you even reached the last step of the stairs, you could already hear your boyfriend’s laugh and it made your heart flutter. Even after almost three years of being together, his laugh still gives you butterflies every time you hear it, falling even more in love than what is possible.

Once you were in the kitchen, you started looking into the cupboards as you searched for your favorite snacks, but in the end you were unable to find any, thinking that maybe Calum has hidden them somewhere on the top shelves where he knows you can’t reach.

Letting out a small huff, you debated with yourself the option of climbing up the counter or admitting defeat and go ask your boyfriend for some help. Luckily, you didn’t have to decide as you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite scholar” Said Ashton with a light chuckle “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be out tonight since it’s boys night”

You smiled as you let him wrap his arms around you to give you a hug. Ashton was the first friend you made when you moved to LA a couple of years back, he was the one who introduced you to Calum in the first place, and you were very thankful for having him as a best friend.

“I had to finish up some term papers, so I had to reschedule my girl’s night for tomorrow” You explained to the black haired man “And what are you doing here? Need a refill?” You ask, pointing to the empty glass he was holding.

Ashton nodded, “Yeah, but I also needed a time out. Mitchy is kinda being very obnoxious today” He said with a sigh.

Mitchy Collins was a close friend with the boys for many years now, but you can’t say that he is a friend of yours. It’s not like you haven’t tried to befriend the singer, on the contrary, you both had multiple chances to get to know each other but he either ignored you or made things very awkward between you. And, to be honest, you were not that excited to become his friend either. There was something weird about him, a bad vibe per se, that made you not trust him at all. He was always very loud, obnoxious and downright rude sometimes and it made you very uncomfortable. Both Calum and Ashton knew about your uneasiness with Mitchy, so they didn’t push it too far and you were thankful for that.

“Oh?” You asked, trying to mask your discomfort “What is he saying this time?”

“Just a bunch of bullshit, to be honest. He is very high right now and thinks he’s above everyone else” Ashton said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. You did the same as you offered him a glass of water.

“Are you high right now?” You chuckled.

“Nope. Calum and I decided to stay clean tonight cause tomorrow we start early in the studio and the weed kinda messes up our pipes” He explains.

“What about Luke and Mikey?”

“They are not here yet, they said they needed to finish up something for a song and then they will meet us here” Ashton shrugged, not giving it too much importance “And what about you, darling? How was your day?”

You began to tell Ashton about how you finally finished the semester and how excited you were for your little getaway with Calum next week. However, every couple of minutes you were interrupted by a loud laugh or an obnoxious comment coming from the living room where the rest of the boys were sitting. Sometimes their loud comments started loud conversations that neither of you could help but overhear, but you did your best to ignore them. But some things are easier said than done.

“I’m telling you man! You can do so much better” You heard Mitchy’s voice echoing through the house, followed by a chuckle from Calum who mumbled something among the lines of “Fuck off”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the conversation you had with Ashton in order to pay attention to what was being said down the hall. You looked at Ash with a confused face, wondering what they could be saying but at the same time not knowing if you should continue listening to their private affairs. You were about to open up your mouth to continue what you were saying until another comment made by Mitchy caught your attention.

“You have to admit she is the worst sometimes. All she does is boss you around like you are some kind of puppet. She is the definition of annoying”

You sat up straight as you looked at Ashton, who mirrored your puzzled expression.

“Is- is he talking about me?” You asked in a whisper.

Ashton shook his head “I don’t thi-”

“I swear! What does she even do besides work and study all the time? She barely has time for you. You said it yourself! And when she’s not doing any of those things? She’s nagging around and clinging to you like you’re a damn purse! That’s who Y/N is”

You froze in the spot. So they were talking about you… and did Calum really say you don’t have time for him? You don’t even get time to yourself and he knows that! He said he was okay with it, that he understood and supported you through and through… Guess not.

“I still don’t know what you saw in her, dude. She’s just plain boring, playing to be a good girl when in reality she has zero personality” He continued his rant “She does nothing for you! Honestly! I’m surprised you made it this far with that bitch”

You knew that wasn’t true. He never really made an effort to get to know you! how could he be saying all those stuff? You did everything for Calum, all your goals, your plans are for the both of you. How could he know that if he never really talked to you? But you had to admit that that first comment really hurt. You were always doubting yourself at the beginning of your relationship with Calum, always feeling like you weren’t good enough, or pretty enough, or smart or fun or hot… To fight off those kinds of feelings was a difficult job to say the least, but Calum was always there to fight them with you, reassuring you that he loved you. He loved every part of you and he will love you forever.

“Is she at least a decent fuck? Cause I don’t see her doing anything remotely interesting in bed” Mitchy laughed “If she’s not she’s just wasting your time”

You noticed how Ashton suddenly stiffened next to you when he heard Mitchy’s comments. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his fists at the side of his body “Okay, that’s enough” But you were quicker, grabbing onto his shirt as a sign to make him stay there with you and not cause a scene.

His eyes found yours and you could see the anger build up on them, you knew that he would defend you no matter what and you loved him for that. But you knew Calum would defend you over there, he wouldn't let him talk about you that way.

“Ash, please” You pleaded, tugging on his shirt for him to take a seat again. But he preferred to stay standing next to you, almost like guarding and shielding you from any other comment that might hurt your feelings.

“I can’t let him talk about you like that!” He hissed. But you just shook your head.

“I know, Ash. I know. But Cal will handle it” You said confidently, trying to keep yourself together.

You knew Calum would not let those comments slide. Even if you weren’t in the room with him, those comments were awful and very hurtful, no one deserves to be treated like that, especially by someone as close as a friend of his.

You waited for his intervention, but your heart crushed when the only thing you heard from him were laughs.

“She’s a good fuck” That’s all he said.

The grip you had on Ashton’s shirt suddenly flattered as you fought the lump in your throat “Y-you said he wasn’t high” You whispered to Ashton, who was just as frozen as you were after hearing his best mate’s comment.

“He’s not” He said, standing tall next to you. As much as he wanted to go in there and give the guys an earful, he knew you needed him here with you.

Out of all the things Mitchy has said, out of all the insults and belitments, that’s what he says? That you’re a good fuck?

You knew that you could be annoying sometimes when you got happy. You just wanted to share that happiness with everyone around you and you thought… you thought that Calum liked that. You were not a bad girlfriend, you always tried your best to make him as happy as he makes you; to love him as much as he loves you, cause he loves you. Doesn’t he?

If he loves you then why is he letting his friend say all of this stuff about you? Why is he not saying anything? Does- does he agree with him?

The tears started rolling silently, half of you not believing what you were hearing while the other half clang to the idea of Calum defending you at some point.

“Oh I know!” Said Mitchy after a while “I can introduce you to someone! Right now, actually. Her name’s Vanessa and she’s crazy hot, dude”

He can’t be serious.

Ashton looked at you with pleading, furious eyes. Almost begging you to go and let him deal with them. But you grabbed his hand and made him stay. This has to be it. This has to be the chance for Calum to say something.

“You’re kidding right?” The curly haired man asked. Making you let out a breath of relief.

“Not at all! Think about it. We go, you meet her, you fuck her and done!” He said like it was nothing “Y/N will never find out cause she’s stuck up her ass. Your fans will never know or they won’t care cause they don’t even know you are in a ”relationship” to begin with! You are single to their eyes. And you get a decent fuck from someone who looks the part and knows how to have fun! It’s a win - win!”

Your heart stopped as you waited for Calum to answer. To tell Mitchy to go fuck himself. To tell him that he loves you and would never do that to you.

“I don’t know, man. I’ll think about it” Calum shrugged “Plus, if we go out I’ll have to tell Y/N. She’s upstairs finishing some shit for her university”

“Fucking hell… see! I told you! A stuck up bitch” Mitchy said, making Calum laugh.

But their laughs and the rest of the conversation grew numb to your ears. Your body trembled as the tears came flooding in, holding in the sobs that were tearing up your throat. How could he? He was really thinking of cheating on you.

You could feel every little piece of your heart shattered as you search for some kind of leverage that could hold you still so you don’t fall and break. You felt ill, disgusted and heartbroken.

As you tried to get up, you felt your knees buckle and almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for Ashton holding you up. He was still there and you knew by the look in his eyes that he was not going anywhere.

He was just as disgusted and angry as you. He couldn’t believe all the things that were said tonight, all the things that Calum failed to make it right and hurt you in the process. He knew that if he were in that room that the conversation would’ve died the moment it started. He would never let them talk about you that way.

“I-I can’t-“ You cried, moments away from hyperventilating “I can’t stay here, Ash”

He nodded, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head for reassurance “Go upstairs, love. Grab your stuff and we’re getting out of here. You’re staying with me tonight, okay?” Ashton let go of you and started walking towards the living room where the rest of the guys were still talking.

“Ash” You called, making him turn around “D-don’t make a scene, please”

He sighed as he muttered a quiet “okay” before turning around, leaving you alone as you went upstairs to grab the bare necessities to spend the night, you’ll figure out the rest later. Right now you just needed to get out of here.

You opened the bedroom door and almost collapsed at the entrance. Duke came running towards you, sensing that there was something wrong as he started to whine and tried to jump into your arms. That only made you cry harder as you realized that you were leaving him too. You fell to the floor and patted the puppy as he tried to wipe off your tears with his tongue, breaking your heart even more.

A loud voice cut you out of your thoughts. You could hear Ashton yelling, although you couldn’t exactly figure out what he was saying. This meant that Calum knew you heard everything and that, if he had at least some decency left in him, he would come and get you. You needed to act fast.

You stood up and grabbed the first big bag that you could find. Inside of it you threw your laptop, your books, your charger, some clothes and some bathroom essentials. You debated on whether or not to take with you a picture of you, Calum and Duke… it was your favorite memory with them. But the damage was stronger than the nostalgia, so you threw that picture to the ground before you left the room that once belonged to you.

You were running down the stairs when you passed Calum running up them. You ignored him as he stopped in his tracks and followed you to the hall.

“Y/N!” He said, desperate to try and stop you “Y/N, baby, please! Hear me out!”

“Hear what?! I already heard enough!” You said as you turned around.

Calum’s face was almost unrecognizable. The fear in his eyes, the desperation in his voice and his close off body language was not something you’d normally see in him. The “I fucked up” expression showed all the regret in the world, yet you didn’t seem to care at the moment.

“I. Heard. All of it, Calum” You cried through gritted teeth, anger boiling inside of you as you stared at the man you thought you’d marry “All of it and not once did I hear you say something to try and defend me. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“Baby-“ He tried, but you cut him off.

“I work my ass off all day and night for you, for us. For me to go and see you on tour like you ask me to, knowing damn well I would go to the ends of this fucking earth for you! Catching up extra classes and shifts so I can go with you. I cancel everything to be with you. I gave up everything for us to be together. I barely even have time for myself as I try my best to be something worthy of you!” Your tears were staining your face, but you pushed away the pain for a moment, knowing that once you break down it’s over “I try my best to be a good girlfriend, a good friend! I loved you with all my heart and this is what I get after almost three years? A good fuck? That 's it?”

Calum’s world fell to the floor as he tried hard to fight off the lump in his throat, whispering in a broken voice “Loved?”

“That’s all you get from it?” You ask defeated “Calum I would’ve never let my friends call you names, insult you or offend you in any way. I would’ve gone to the ends of the world for you, defended you till the day I die. All because I trusted you to do the same for me and you failed me, Calum. You broke me. You let him call me a bitch, a stuck up, worthless, stupid, bossy, annoying… should I go on? Cause those words are now printed in my memory, next to you agreeing to all of those things. Is that what you think of me?”

“Baby, I swear it’s not like that!” He said, grabbing your hand and trying to make you stay “I fucked up! I know! You are right, I failed you and you don’t know how much I hate myself for it! But please, love. You know I could never think of you like that… you are the most wonderful person there is! You are kind, smart, loving, beautiful-“

“Did you cheat on me?” You ask bluntly.

“What?”

“Did you cheat on me?”

“No!” Calum said instantly “No, I would never!”

You nodded “Yet, you thought of it.”

Calum opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off again “Is that why you never made our relationship public? So you could have a free pass whenever you want to? Cause I thought it was to protect our privacy, for us to have a normal life in the midst of the chaos that is to date a celebrity. When you told all of that I thought “wow, this is a guy with integrity and with values” Yet I don’t know what to believe now. I thought you loved me-“

“I do love you-“

“I thought you loved me” You said, the tears were already dry as the anger came flooding in “But you don’t hurt the people you love. You don’t break them like you did to me. You don’t let anyone hurt them, even if they are not in the room with you. And you don’t cheat on them like you were going to tonight with that girl Vanessa while I waited here like an idiot for you to come home and spend some time with me”

You pull your hand out of his grasp, holding onto your bag as you heard Calum cry “Y/N-“

“You are free to do whatever you want now, Calum. Cause to the eyes of your fans you are single, and I am as well”

You turned around and saw Ashton waiting by the door with his keys in his hand. He opened up the door for you as you walked by, ignoring all of Calum’s pleads for you to stay.

“So you are just going to leave?!” He yelled, not knowing what else to do. “Whe- Where are you taking her Ashton?”

The black haired man made sure that you were already sitting in his car before turning around to face his friend “I’m taking here with me and away from you cause that’s what she needs now. So don’t bother calling or showing up cause you are not welcome right now. And don’t even try to call Luke or Michael cause they already know and we won’t support you on this” Ashton said as calm as he could. He already told him off, but the anger of seeing you cry in front of him still resided in him.

“I- I love her , Ash! You can’t just take her away from me. I’m her boyfriend!”

“Correction, you were her boyfriend. And I can take her away and I will cause she asked me to” He said taking an intimidating step closer to Calum “Cause while you were here talking trash about her behind her back, planning on how to cheat on her. I was back there, holding her while she broke down crying cause she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend didn’t stand up for her and let a fucking stranger insult her all night long! You weren’t there to see her eyes water or her lip tremble. You weren’t there when she begged me with tears in her eyes to not make a scene cause all she wanted to do was to get out of here. She is the most amazing person ever, she is a light in all of our lives and you extinguished her without a second thought. You might be my friend, but she is too and I love her and I will defend her no matter what, she doesn’t deserve this kind of crap you just showed to her. So don’t count on me to try and help you get her back, I won’t blame her if she doesn’t”

Calum felt small as Ashton walked away from him, closing the door with a bang and leaving him all alone in his big house. Well, almost.

“Dude, that was intense” Mitchy laughed as he placed a hand on Calum’s shoulder “So, wanna go now?”

A blind rage fell over Calum as he heard the mocking laughs of his so-called friend, acting like his life just didn’t fall apart in front of him.

Calum grabbed the singer by the neck of his shirt and pushed him forcefully against the wall “You are going to get out of my house and never come back. You hear me?!” He yelled to his face, almost letting out steam from his nostrils as he was sure he could kill him right now.

“Dude, what’s wrong with yo-“

Calum quickly grabbed a bottle from his nearby mini bar, suddenly gaining all the courage he should’ve had hours ago, and throwed it to Mitchy’s feet, making him jump “Get the fuck out!” He yelled, grabbing bottle after bottle, glass after glass and throwing them into the ground “OUT!”

Only when the last bottle was smashed into pieces did he realize he was completely alone.

And only then did he allow himself to cry for the loss of the love of his life, walking away from him and leaving him to pick up the pieces of two broken hearts.

part 2

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Somebody to You (1/4)

Chapter 1. Hidden Feelings

Alex Manes is Michael's best friend in the entire world. His platonic soulmate, in fact. That's why, when Michael discovers that Alex is in love with him, he panics. Rather than risk the loss of his friendship, Michael begs his brother Max to date Alex instead, and divert his affections. Though hesitant at first, Max agrees for the sake of helping his brother. But what happens when Max realizes that there is more to Alex than he first thought? Romance ensues, and as Max and Alex become closer, Max realizes that what had started as a favor to Michael has turned all too real. The only problem is that Michael never expected Max to actually fall in love. Can Max stay with Alex knowing that their beginning is based on the worst kind of betrayal?

               High school was hard enough without your best friend falling in love with you.

               Not that there was anything wrong with Alex Manes, guys and girls both had to admit he was pretty to look at, but he was Michael’s best friend. When he’d first come out to him last year, Michael had very pointedly not teased the question, You don’t have a crush on me, do you?

               Now, he didn’t know whether or not that had been the right move. If he’d asked, would Alex have blushed and given himself away? Or would he have been insulted? Or would he have rolled his eyes at the question like he did any time Michael said something stupid?

               Maybe if he’d asked, he wouldn’t have found out by accidentally eavesdropping on Alex’s private conversation with Liz. Maybe he wouldn’t have heard Alex’s tears, heard his voice as strung out as it had been, fueled by exhaustion and fear.

               “What if he doesn’t say no?” Liz tried, the words more a plea than an actual consideration to Michael’s ears. He could hear her desperate desire for her own words to be true, and the resignation in the knowledge that they weren’t. “What if he likes you back?”

               “He won’t,” Alex cried, and made Michael’s grip on the music room door handle tighten. “He’ll never talk to me again.”

               “Michael loves you,” Liz insisted. “He’ll love you even if you want something more. Look,” she was speaking more quickly now, “maybe if you tell him, you’ll feel better. Right? That’s why you’re crying, isn’t it? It’s just another huge weight on your shoulders, but if he knows that you’ve loved him since middle school, then – then maybe at least he’ll stop rubbing his one-night stands in your face!”

               She sounded furious at the mention of it. Michael thought about the last blonde, nameless girl he’d had two nights ago, the way he’d latched to Alex’s back the next day, eager to tell him all about it. The way Alex, the dark circles around his eyes darker for reasons other than the eyeliner, had shrugged him off and murmured some excuse about getting to class.

               Shame swelled in his chest until he realized he had nothing to be guilty for. He hadn’t known Alex had feelings for him!

               Oh god, he realized. Alex had feelings for him. His best friend – no, best friend wasn’t enough to describe what Alex was. His soulmate, the very half of his heart, wanted more than friendship from him.

               He swallowed, about to walk away. He shouldn’t be hearing any of this. He shouldn’t know any of it. Then –

               “No,” Alex said. “No, I’m just – I’m just tired.” He sniffled, and Michael imagined him roughly wiping his face with his sleeves. “I don’t want him to know.”

               “Alex –”

               “No, Liz,” he said more sternly, more afraid. “I don’t want him to know. You . . . when I told you, you promised you’d never tell him. You’re not going to –”

               “No,” she breathed, appalled. “No, of course not. I’d never do that.”

               “I know,” he said quietly. “I just . . . please, you can’t say stuff like that. It – I can’t – if he finds out –”

               “Hey,” Liz said softly. “He won’t.”

               “I can’t lose him,” he said and sniffled. “I’m just . . . upset because of my dad. The last thing I want is for Michael to leave me because of a stupid crush.”

               A moment’s pause, then Liz tried, “Alex . . . it’s more than a crush.”

               “Please,” Alex pleaded. “Don’t tell him. I never want him to know.”

               “Okay,” Liz said, and Michael heard shuffling. He dared peek into the room and saw Alex there alongside the piano, his back to the door, Liz’s arms around his shoulders. Her eyes were closed, so she didn’t see Michael. “I promise, I’ll never tell him.”

               Alex hugged her waist, and his body sagged with exhaustion against her. He hummed, but his voice waivered, like he was trying not to cry again.

               Michael had left then, replaying everything he’d heard in his head. Alex liked him. No, Alex more than liked him. What was he supposed to do with that?

               This wasn’t like finding out the local gay guy had fantasies about him. This was finding out the guy he trusted more than anybody, the guy he cherished more than anybody, had feelings for him. It felt like a threat to their friendship.

               Michael slumped against the driver’s side of his truck, his backpack barely hanging off one hand. This was Alex. What was he supposed to do?

               Alex liked him. His response? He clenched his jaw. No fucking way. He didn’t want to be in a relationship with Alex. It was Alex. It wasn’t that he couldn’t see holding his hand and going on dates with him and he’d seen him in the locker rooms. It was no wonder the girls here had had a memorial when they’d found out the hot emo musician only wanted men . . .

               It didn’t matter. He didn’t want anything with Alex. He’d had too many one-night stands and too many nameless, faceless nobodies to know that love was only something that existed in his brother’s books. Getting intimate with someone meant risking losing them.

               He clenched his fists. He would’ve rather died than lose Alex. He opened his truck door and climbed inside. He gripped his steering wheel tightly, unable to start it for a good minute as an unidentified dread settled in the bottom of his chest and climbed up through his heart.

               When he parked in front of the junkyard where old man Sanders let him stay, and he found his brother Max sitting in a lawn chair, he understood what the dread was. It was the same thing he’d heard in Alex’s voice when it seemed like Liz might let his feelings for him slip; Raw fear.

               As he stepped out, millions of worst-case scenarios swarmed his mind. What if Alex decided to tell him the truth? What if he blurted it one day in a fight? What if they were so happy that Alex got the courage to kiss him? What if things ended terribly and they lost each other?

               Max raised a brow at him. “You look like hell. What happened?”

               Michael could only shake his head as he took the seat opposite Max. He was due to work in half an hour, but sometimes Sanders let him rest up if he’d had a long day. And those last few minutes overhearing what he had in the music room had officially made this the longest day ever.

               “Tell me something,” he sighed, leaning his head back and not at all paying attention to the dotted white clouds across the blue sky. “Anything.”

                “Okay?” Max said more in the form of a question. “I – uh – saw Liz today. In the music room. With Alex.”

               He groaned. “Anything else.”

               Max nudged his knee with the back of his hand. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? You look like someone just smashed your guitar.”

               My guitar. The guitar that Alex had given him because Michael had offhandedly mentioned once that music helped ease the noise in his mind. How had he not known then? Alex had paid such special attention to him. He had read his mind and known what his heart had wanted and given it to him when no one else bothered to look past the excitement of getting to rebel under the bleachers with the genius trailer trash.

               How had he not known?

               “I changed my mind,” he said. “Don’t speak. Just let me wallow.”

               “Huh,” Max said. “Isobel’s been a fortress since she joined the Spring Dance committee, and you’re busy falling into your own despair for whatever reason.” He pulled a little brown leather notebook out of his back pocket. “Do any of my siblings have time for me?”

               “I’m not falling into anything,” Michael grumbled. “Why do you have to get so poetic about . . . every . . . damn . . .” he trailed off, his eyes narrowing at the notebook. “Alex has that same notebook.”

               Max hummed noncommittally, leaning back in his seat again and resting the notebook on his lap as he began doodling a rose. “Different colors though,” he said. “His is black. They got mixed up last week when he and I bumped into each other in the school hallway.”

               An idea formed, somewhere in the back of his mind. Like water on ink; something definitely there, but unreadable. He leaned back again, wiping whatever the itch was from his eye.

               “I don’t want to think about Alex right now,” he muttered, though even as he said it, his thoughts taunted him. Alex was all he could think about right now.

               “Whoa,” Max blinked. Even he knew how much Alex and Michael treasured each other. Michael had never said he didn’t want to do something where Alex was concerned. “You guys have a fight or something?”

               “No,” Michael said, though a fight might’ve been easier to deal with. “I found out . . . I heard Liz say . . .” He huffed, closing his eyes. He blurted. “Alex is in love with me.”

               Silence. Michael opened his eyes and saw Max’s expression completely unsurprised. He looked like he was waiting for Michael to get to the point.

               He straightened. “Are you kidding me? You really knew?”

               Max scoffed. “You really didn’t?”

               “No!” he gaped and stood. “He’s my best friend, why would I think he was in love with me?!”

               “Because he’s your best friend.”

               “So?!”

               “So!” Max said like it was obvious. “Alex hates people! Liz and Kyle are his only friends, he barely tolerates me and Isobel, and Rosa Ortecho swears he hissed at her once!” He huffed a disbelieving chuckle. “Before you came along, Liz told me he never said two words to anybody he hadn’t known since before his mom left. You want to take a guess as to why he warmed up to you so quickly?”

               Michael didn’t answer. Max grabbed his arm. “And for the love of god, stop pacing, you’re making me nauseous.”

               He tugged him down onto the lawn chair, and Michael sagged against it. He stared into the distance, lost in his memories of his first meeting with Alex. Alex had been bullied, pushed into a tree and made fun of for stares and feelings he had yet to understand himself. Then Michael had jumped between him and the bullies, waving a tree branch, screaming at them to get away or he would kill them.

               It had been the wildness of his eyes and words, wildness he’d gained from years with monsters for parents, that had unnerved them in the end. Alex had taken his offered hand with wide eyes then, and timidly asked, “You’re not scared of me?”

               Michael had known then that this twelve-year-old had been told too often that he was something unnatural, something wrong, and was expecting it from someone else now. So he’d looked Alex over, as if checking for bruises, and rested the branch on his shoulder like it had been a bat.

               He’d grinned and said, “No fangs or a tail. You look fine to me!”

               After that moment, Alex had followed him everywhere, his eyes never anything less than adoring.

               Michael shut his eyes. How could he have not known?

               A buzzing against his thigh snapped him out of his thoughts, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Alex was calling.

               “Shit,” he leapt to his feet, holding the phone at a distance as if afraid that Alex could somehow see him through the camera. “Shit shit shit.”

               “What?” Max followed and his shoulders slumped at the sight of Alex’s name. “Dude, just answer. He doesn’t know you know, remember?”

               “Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, right, yeah.”

               “It’s still just Alex.”

               “Just Alex,” he repeated. “It’s just Alex.” He answered the call, held the phone to his ear, and all but yelled, “Hey!” He winced at himself and Max rolled his eyes.

               “Hey?” Alex asked, laughter in his voice. He didn’t sound like he’d just been crying his eyes out at all. Then it hit Michael. Alex was abused. He was used to hiding his scars. “Why’re you screaming?”

               “I’m not!” he said, then adjusted his volume with a clear of his throat. “I’m – uh – I’m not. What’s up?”

               He loves me. He loves me, he loves me, he loves me.

               Michael, so caught in the thought, completely missed what Alex had asked him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry,” he grit out, “say that again?”

               “Oh, I’m sorry, is the auto shop really busy right now?” Alex asked like he knew the answer. “Pay attention, Guerin, this is important!”

               Of course, Michael had ditched time and time again because they hardly had any cars in around now, and all Sanders did when he was an hour late was yell and grumble, then give him and Alex an extra plate of whatever he’d had for lunch.

               “I asked what time you were coming to my gig tonight,” he said, a little more hesitantly. When Michael didn’t answer, he cleared his throat. “At the – uh – the Wild Pony? Just so I can save you a seat.”

               Michael let his hand with the phone fall, his shoulders slumped. For years, he’d owed that nervous stammer in Alex’s voice, the way he went from confident to shy with just a second of Michael’s silence, to nerves about his gigs. Now he speculated it was because of something else.

               Damn it. He wished he’d never known about Alex’s feelings. He wished he could unhear everything.

               He realized Alex was talking again, and he held the phone to his ear.

               “If you can’t make it,” he was saying, “I get it, I just need to know for the seats, you know?”

               Michael had never canceled on Alex before, but Alex was a little sensitive where his music was concerned. Michael assumed it was because he had a father and brothers who belittled what he did every day, no matter how often Michael told him he loved his songs.

               He gripped the phone tightly. He wondered what Alex would do if he canceled on him now.

               “Michael,” Max mouthed, “talk to him.”

               “Guerin,” Alex huffed a laugh. It sounded forced. “Dude, it’s fine. It’s one gig, I think our friendship will survive.”

               Will it? Michael feared. Will it survive this, Alex? Will it survive feelings that friends shouldn’t have for each other? Will it survive if I can’t help but look into the double meaning of every word you say now?

               He felt oddly frustrated with Alex, like this was his fault somehow. Like he was singlehandedly destroying everything they’ve ever had by wanting more.

               “Is it another gig?” Max asked, nudging his elbow. “Will Liz be there? Ask him if Liz will be there.”

               Michael rolled his eyes, about to snap at his brother that this was not the time. Couldn’t he see that Michael was suffering some emotional turmoil over here?

               “Guerin,” Alex tried again. “Are you there?” He heard a sigh, and Alex mumbled, “Is the reception bad?”

               Michael hated this. He was starting to scare Alex, and it was the very last thing he wanted to do. Max was still asking about Liz, his notebook, just like Alex’s but a different color, in his hand, and Michael clenched his jaw. Max liked Liz, but it would be so much easier for everyone if . . . if . . .

               His eyes widened. The idea that had begun to sink below the depths of his mind surfaced now. Before he could make it out completely, he found himself saying, “Sorry, hang on a second, babe, my brother keeps trying to talk to me.”

               “Oh!” relief flooded Alex’s voice and he chuckled breathlessly. It sounded so much more real, and that hurt Michael all the more. “Yeah, sure! God, Michael, you freaked me out a second there. Yeah, take your time.”

               Michael covered the speaker on his phone and told Max quietly, “I need you to come to Alex’s gig with me.”

               Max’s eyes widened. “Liz will be there?”

               “Doesn’t matter,” Michael said. “I need you to ask out Alex.”

               Max stared a moment, then, “What?”

               Michael held up a finger to his brother and brightened his tone when he told Alex, “Hey, Alex, can I bring Max to your gig tonight?”

               “W-wait,” Max said, “Michael, what’d you mean, ask out Alex? Was that a joke?”

               Michael ignored him as Alex scoffed. “Sure. But you’re definitely coming, right? Because I was totally lying before. If you don’t make it, I’ll never talk to you again.”

               Michael smiled and almost said, Would I ever not show up for you?, realized how Alex might take it, and diverted at the last second.

               “Uh – yeah – see you tonight, then.”

               It was awkward and unnatural for them, but Alex hardly seemed to notice, lost in his own happiness, as he told Michael he’d see him tonight, and hung up.

               He barely met Max’s dark eyes and crossed arms when Max said, “No.”

               “Hear me out –”

               “If your next sentence doesn’t end with, ‘and then everyone will laugh, and it’ll totally take the edge off,’ I don’t want to hear it.”

               “One date!” he begged, following Max back to the chairs and their backpacks. “Just one! Consider it a birthday present to me! For the next five years – no, ten years!”

               “This isn’t a favor, Michael!” Max argued. “I’m not going to ask your best friend out just so you can avoid having to talk about this!”

               “But –”

               “Besides,” Max said, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, “I’m not gay or bisexual or pansexual or anything. He’d smell a fake a mile away.”

               “You’d totally pass for bisexual!” Michael argued. “Look at you” – he tapped Max’s arms, his chest, his notebook – “you have the whole muscly jock with a tender heart thing going on, come on!”

               Max stared. “Do you hear yourself?”

               “Max,” he urged. “I need you to do this one thing for me! I’d do it for you!”

               “You wouldn’t have to,” Max said. “I don’t pass off people who like me to my brother like a freaking torch.”

               Michael winced, and Max sighed, his expression softening. “And I like Liz, remember?”

               “Then this’ll be the perfect in for you,” he insisted. “Getting close to Alex means getting close to Liz. Then, in – in a month, just until the Spring Dance, you can smooth your way to Liz, and Alex will know the breakup is coming.”

               Michael swallowed thickly before he said, “I know him. He hates being left behind, so he’ll end things first.”

               Max shook his head. “And he’ll be heartbroken. Assuming your plan works. Is that what you want, Michael?”

               Michael hesitated, then, “It’ll just break for a minute.” He added quickly, “Th-then I’ll come in, and he won’t want to date your brother, so he’ll know we’re better off as friends.”

               He pursed his lips a moment, then walked past him. “You’re crazy.”

               Michael clenched his jaw and blocked Max’s path. “I can’t date Alex,” he said fiercely. “I can’t.”

               “He doesn’t know you overheard anything,” Max told him, not unkindly. “Can’t you just . . . play along?”

               Michael shook his head, his fists tight at his side. “It’ll come out,” he said. “I know it will. Please, Max, I . . . I can’t lose him. I need you.”

               Those were the words, Michael knew, that Max could never say no to. Those were the words that he and Isobel used only in extreme cases, when guilt for taking advantage of their brother’s good heart had to be put aside to fix whatever had happened. Michael hated using them, had used them only once before in his life, but knew he had to use them again now.

               Max sighed and looked away, something like resignation settling in the slump of his shoulders. A moment’s pause, then – “Alex hates me.”

               “No,” Michael breathed, already smiling despite the pinch in his chest that he would’ve rather not thought about. “You said it yourself, he barely tolerates you.” He took Max’s journal and held it up. “And if anyone can make something into something more, it’s a writer.”

               *

               Max wasn’t good at being a boyfriend. Not that he’d ever been anyone’s boyfriend, but that was the problem. He had no idea how to flirt or tease or ask anyone out. It was why he’d spent the better part of the last year pining after Liz Ortecho, stumbling through his hellos.

               Now, for whatever reason, he was prepping himself to ask out someone for the first time in his life. And it was Liz’s best friend. The things he did for his siblings . . .

               As Michael parked his truck outside the Wild Pony, Max thought about the few times he’d seen Alex around town. He was reminded of the Greek mythology stories he loved reading; of Hades, Lord of the Underworld, and how sunlight couldn’t touch him. He was nothing like his brothers who were all on one sports team or another. Who seemed to have no problem being popular.

               Though none of them, he knew, were like Alex. The dark prince, the one everyone wanted to know for his mystery, but the one who didn’t want anyone near him. The one people gave up on because he was too difficult to approach.

               You had to have an in. And, Max supposed, Michael was his in.

               “Remember,” Michael was telling him as they left the truck. “His favorite song is Welcome to the Black Parade, don’t get him a beer until after his set, and whatever you do, do not insult Star Wars. He didn’t talk to Valenti for two days when he thought there were Jedis in Star Trek.”

               Max started to laugh, saw that Michael was watching him expectantly, and huffed. “Would you calm down? I’m the one who gets to worry here. There’s no way Alex will let me come within three feet of him.”

               “I already told you,” Michael said. “You have me. You just think about being your usual charming self –”

               “Is that supposed to be another joke?”

               “—And Alex will be happy to have you.”

               Michael stopped abruptly just as they reached the doors. He turned to Max and pointed a warning finger. “Just don’t kiss him.”

               Max blinked. “Excuse me?”

               “Don’t kiss him,” he repeated seriously. “That’s . . . it’s too far. He deserves to be kissed by someone who . . . really wants to kiss him.” He shook the thought out of his head. “Just – just don’t kiss him.”

               “I won’t kiss him,” Max held his hands up. “I don’t want to anyway.”

               “And don’t talk that way around him,” Michael grit out. “Anyone would be lucky to have Alex.”

               Max looked to the skies for aid. “Then you date him!”

               “I can’t,” was all Michael said, and tugged on Max’s arm. “Come on, you’ll do great.”

               The Wild Pony doors opened to chatter and cowboys and clanking drinks. Max heaved a sigh, tapping his fingers on his thigh. He could do this. He could do this.

               Michael patted his back and went on ahead. Max followed, thinking of what he’d say to Alex when he saw him.

               He considered, “What’s up?”, “How’s it hanging?”, “‘Sup, bro!”, and winced at himself. He needed more time to think of something, but he didn’t have any. He spotted Liz first, and Kyle and Alex beside her. Liz and Kyle were laughing about something, but Alex was focused on his music sheets, his fingers running over the keys as if making sure he knew the song by heart.

               Right then, Max realized what a terrible idea this was.

               “Michael,” he tried, reaching for his brother’s shoulder. “I – I think we should talk about this –”

               “Alex!” Michael called, and went ahead. Max was left stumbling behind him.

               Alex glanced up and smiled at the sight of Michael. “Hey! I saved you a seat up front!”

               Michael looked like he was going to wrap an arm around his shoulders like he usually did, then his smile dimmed and he cleared his throat, patting Alex’s arm in the end.

               “Duh, buddy,” he said. “What are friends for?”

               Alex glanced down for a fraction of a second before his smile returned and he pulled Michael to behind the keyboard to look at his song. It was like Max wasn’t there.

               Michael seemed to notice that, too. He raised his brows pointedly at Max, and Max cleared his throat, stepped forward, and said, “H-hey, Alex.”

               Alex looked up like he thought he heard someone talk to him, and his eyes met Max’s. His brows furrowed and he pressed his lips together, clearly confused as to why Michael’s brother was talking to him.

               “Hi,” he murmured. “So, Guerin, look at this, I used the lyrics you came up with yesterday.”

               “Uh –” Michael barely glanced at the page. “Hope you don’t mind that I brought Max,” he said, pulling Max forward. “He really wanted to hear you sing.”

               Alex narrowed his eyes at Max. “If he’s here to, like, make fun of me or something –”

               “No,” Max said at once. “No, I – I really do . . . like . . . music.”

               Alex stared a moment. Then he looked away, uncomfortable, and took Michael’s hand. He muttered, “Is he coming with us for ice cream after?”

               Michael chuckled and subtly removed his hand from Alex’s. Max could see the flash of hurt in Alex’s eyes before it was gone, and he thought he might’ve imagined it.

               “We’ll see,” Michael said, “about the ice cream, okay?”

               Alex scoffed and bumped their shoulders. “Yeah, okay. The day Michael Guerin says no to ice cream is the day Kyle Valenti gets into med school.”

               “Hey!” Kyle argued.

               “I’m kidding!” Alex laughed. “I knew you were listening in, you freak!”

               Kyle pulled Alex to him, and Michael kept laughing until he whipped around to face Max, then his smile fell away and he hissed, “Work with me here!”

               “I’m trying,” Max hissed back. “I am making him uncomfortable, Michael.”

               “He’s just not used to you talking to him,” he whispered. “Just – just – just . . . move in there!”

               He pushed Max forward, and Max nearly stumbled into Alex’s keyboard. Alex looked startled.

               “Max,” Liz blinked, “are you okay?”

               Kyle tilted his head. “You drunk already, dude?”

               “Uh . . .” Max started, and pointed at the keys. “I like your piano.”

               Alex raised a brow. “It’s actually not mine. It belongs to the bar.”

               “Oh.” Max nodded. “W-Well, you look really cool. I wish I could play the piano, so that’s – that’s really cool.”

               “Thanks?”

               “Can I – uh – can I buy you a beer? After your set?”

               His face burned as Alex stared. Then, while still watching Max apprehensively, Alex called, “Guerin?”

               Michael didn’t answer. Max turned to find that he’d started talking up the first blonde he’d found. Asshole, he thought, clearly looking for any excuse to leave him alone with his best friend.

               He looked back at Alex, and saw that he was watching Michael, too. His shoulders had fallen, and his brows pinched, but there was no surprise in his face. He was so used to Michael ignoring him when a better offer came along.

               He knew he should say something, though he didn’t know what. If Alex thought of Michael as nothing but a friend, this wouldn’t have hurt him.

               Liz then suddenly wrapped her arms around Alex’s waist, tighter and tighter until he burst into laughter. Kyle picked up the music sheets and complained why Alex never played any heavy metal.

               “You dress like you play it,” he said, “is all I’m saying!”

               They were clearly trying to distract him from whatever Michael was doing. Max scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to do himself.

               When the show started, Michael was already in his seat, pulling Max to sit down beside him. Liz clapped the loudest and Kyle offered a thumbs up. Michael kept his arms crossed, as if afraid anything he did would be taken the wrong way. Max could see Alex’s momentary confusion before Mimi DeLuca announced his song.

               Max was looking everywhere, namely at Liz, until Michael nudged his side with his elbow, and Alex started playing. As the first few notes fell together like a soothing waterfall, Max started. He looked to Alex, eyes wide. This was his music? He didn’t know why, but he’d imagined, like Kyle had teased, heavy metal or I-hate-everything ballads. But this . . .

               Not thirty seconds in, Max’s eyes had fallen shut.

               He had no idea how it had happened. One second, he was in a wooden chair at a bar where most of the crowd was laughing and talking over the music. The next, he found himself in a forest, surrounded by pine trees, with a clear lake behind him.

               When Alex started to sing – who knew he had such a smooth voice? – Max then felt the breeze of a desert night across his cheeks, the stars and full moon bright above, the rest of the world turned to peaceful quiet.

               The further along Alex got in his song, the more Max’s fingers itched to write. He couldn’t remember the last time ideas poured into his head like this, the last time he felt his heart swell with the anticipation of creating something.

               This was a song Alex had made up. Had he always had such talent? Max had never been to one of his gig’s before because he’d never been invited. Or he had, and he had been lost in the chattering crowd in the back, not paying attention.

               Now, he had to pay attention. He found it impossible to do anything else. When Alex finished, his friends and Michael stood to applaud. Liz screamed, Kyle whistled, and Michael looked prouder than Max had ever seen him of anybody. Max slowly did the same, staring.

               Alex looked red-faced, but his eyes shone brightly and he smiled widely, like even he could feel the emotion he’d just created. He stepped down, running a hand through his dark hair, and accepted the bottle of water from Kyle with a thanks.

               “Is it over?” he breathed after taking big gulps.

               “Yeah,” Kyle laughed, ruffling his hair and messing it up again. “It’s over, buddy.”

               “That’s my Alex,” Michael said before he could help it, and Max saw the blush deepen in Alex’s cheeks. Michael seemed to have realized his mistake, and handed a cold beer under the table to Max.

               Max hesitated, then held it out for Alex to take.

               Alex looked startled, but he was still smiling. “Thanks,” he murmured, accepting the bottle.

               “So,” Kyle drummed his hands on the table. “Ice cream to celebrate?”

               “Ice cream!” Liz yelled and Alex laughed. He turned to Michael.

               “Ice cream?”

               “Uh . . .” Michael looked over at the blonde he’d been flirting with. She waved to him from across the bar. Max saw the tick in his jaw, the way his fingers curled to fists under the table, and he knew that the last thing Michael wanted to do was cancel on Alex.

               Yet that was what he did.

               “Raincheck?” he said, and nudged his chin at the girl. “I think I’m about to live the Rockstar fantasy.”

               Liz frowned, disapproving. “But you’re not the Rockstar. Alex is.”

               “Well, the girls have to go somewhere,” he shrugged, already walking backwards. “If any guys show up, I’ll send ‘em your way, babe.”

               “O-Oh,” Alex’s brows pinched. “Okay . . .”

               “Max can take my place!” he offered, and turned his back to them. “See you tomorrow!”

               “Jackass,” Kyle muttered.

               Max opened his mouth to defend Michael, not knowing what he’d say exactly, when Alex said, “He’s just been really stressed out lately. He – he has all those honor classes. I think he should let off a little steam.”

               Liz did not look like she agreed. “Alex . . .”

               “It’s okay, really,” he said, then managed a smile that did not reach his eyes. “More for us, right?”

               Max stared. “You really care about him, don’t you?”

               “Of course I do,” Alex said simply, and looked at Michael’s retreating form with a forlorn look. “He’s my best friend.”

                 Alex seemed distracted. No matter how much Liz and Kyle tried to pull him into conversation, the best he could manage was a smile that even Max could tell was fake. Max felt kind of bad for him. He seemed to really be trying his best to cheer up, but every time a blonde girl or any straight couple passed, his mood dimmed again, like he couldn’t help but wonder what Michael was doing now.

               Not knowing what else to do, Max nudged his arm and asked the only question he could think to. “Did you really write that song you sang tonight?”

               Alex looked confused as to why Max would ask him anything, and he shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah.”

               Max shook his head. “That’s so cool,” he breathed. “It – I mean, it was really good.”

               Alex checked to make sure Liz and Kyle were too caught up with each other to hear them, then said, “Okay, what’s your deal, Evans? Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?”

               Max frowned. “I’ve always been nice to you.”

               Alex raised a skeptical brow. “You’ve always been polite. And that’s only because I’m friends with your brother. I know you’re as scared of me as everyone else.”

               “That’s not true!” Max said at once. “I’m scared of everyone!”

               Alex blinked, and Max realized too late what he’d said. He blushed and looked down, expecting to be laughed at. When he heard Alex huff an incredulous chuckle, he shut his eyes tight, humiliated.

               Then he said, “You? Mr. Perfect?”

               “I’m not perfect.”

               Alex scrunched his nose. Max was reminded of a kitten. “Aren’t you though? Tall, dark, and handsome,” he nudged his chin at the notebook poking out of Max’s back pocket. “And you write.”

               Max smirked. “But you’re all of those things.”

               Alex blinked, startled, and Max could’ve sworn he saw a pink tint across his cheeks. Maybe it was just too dark.

               Max cleared his throat and went on. “You should know then, better than anyone, that it doesn’t matter how good-looking you are. Sooner or later, some people just give up trying to get close to you.”

               “Is that what you’re doing?” Alex scoffed halfheartedly. “Trying to get close to me?”

               He wouldn’t look at Max as he said it, as if he was sure that was not what was going on. It made Max’s words come out more smoothly than he’d expected. “Yes. It is.”

               Alex stopped, surprised. Max also stopped and faced him. He could see Liz and Kyle stop out of the corner of his eyes, and prayed they couldn’t hear him.

               When he spoke, the lie left his lips with a little more trouble. “I like you, Alex. I – I always have. I’ve wanted to talk to you for years, but I . . . I’m not good at . . .” he gestured at his entire self, as if to say everything about him was an obstacle.

               “That’s why Michael brought me to the show tonight,” he said. “He knew I’ve wanted to talk to you forever. And I finally got to.”

               Alex stared, his expression unreadable. For a terrifying moment, Max wondered if he saw through the charade. Then he said, “You like me?”

               He said it more like a statement, a dare. Max could only nod once, gripping his notebook so tightly his knuckles turned white.

               Then he saw it. The doubt and suspicion behind Alex’s eyes. Alex sighed and kept walking. “Then let’s see how long,” he said, “until you give up, too.”

               *

               Max Evans stared. A lot.

               Alex was not new to people watching him. Everyone was usually curious about the youngest of the Manes brothers until they realized just how different and unapproachable Alex was, and then their curiosity’s limit showed.

               But the longer Max stared, the more curious he seemed to become. If he wasn’t glancing at Alex’s hair or eyeliner, he was looking at Alex’s bracelets, the rings on his fingers, the drawings on his shirt, his necklace, his nail polish.

               Alex felt like he was being studied. It was weird. He wished Michael was here to get Max to stop staring. He wished he could snap at Max to look away, but the guy was like a walking cinnamon roll. It was impossible to get angry at him without feeling bad.

               When Alex ordered his Neapolitan ice cream, Max not only insisted on paying for it, but offered a spoon of his own lemon sherbet cup for Alex to try.

               “Don’t you have, like, hundreds of other friends you could be spending Friday night with?” Alex finally asked.

               “Just my brother and sister,” Max confessed, picking at his sorbet. “Hey, since it’s Saturday tomorrow, y-you want to do something?” Then, as if it was an afterthought, added, “Together.”

               “No,” Alex grumbled around his spoon.

               “Why not?”

               “Because I always spend Saturdays with Michael,” he said, and immediately longed for Michael again. He wondered if he was having a lot more fun than Alex was right now. He tried not to think any harder about where Michael might be.

               “Oh,” Max said quietly. Alex glanced at him and saw that he was awkwardly tipping the melted part of his sherbet into his mouth. His lips twitched before he quickly schooled his features.

               He thought that would be the end of that conversation, but then Max asked, “If he cancels, you wanna do something?”

               Alex frowned. “Why would you think he’d cancel?”

               “Just . . .” he shrugged. “He kinda does what he wants, you know?”

               “Michael never cancels on me,” Alex bit back.

               He nodded, but wouldn’t look at Alex again. “Sorry.”

               Alex faltered. There it was, that guilt again. Saturdays belonged to him and Michael. He didn’t want anyone else coming along. He continued quietly eating his ice cream. At least maybe now Max would know to give up this ridiculous chase.

               “Well, maybe Sunday then?”

               Alex blinked and looked up. “W-What?”

               Max was smiling nervously, swirling the contents of his sherbet. “There’s – well, there’s this museum for fine art pieces. I – I heard it’s really cool, I’ve been meaning to go, but Isobel and Michael don’t really . . . like paintings and sculptures.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I know you must not either, I – I don’t know why I thought you would –”

               “Paintings?” Alex couldn’t help but ask. “Like Potthast? And Einaudi?”

               Max blinked. “Y-You know about them?”

               “I mean,” Alex scrunched his shoulders. “I’m not an idiot. I love any artist who pours themselves into their work. It’s” – he blushed – “inspiring.”

               Max perked up. “Right?! I’d do anything to be a writer, you know? Seeing people love something as much as I love books, it kind of makes me feel like . . .”

               “Like it all has to mean something,” Alex finished, smiling to himself. “I can’t love it this much for nothing.”

               Max huffed a laugh. He looked surprised, his cheeks tinted pink. “Yeah! Yeah, exactly . . .”

               Neither of them said anything for the next minute. Alex rubbed the sole of his shoe against the pavement and cleared his throat.

               “I mean,” he finally said, “I guess . . . if I’m really not doing anything Sunday . . . I can come. B-But only if Michael’s coming, too! I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

               Max didn’t say anything, and Alex chanced a glance at him to see he had a small smile.

               “What?” he demanded. “I said I’d – I’d come. M-Maybe!”

               Max nodded. “Er – can I have your number?”

               Don’t do it, Alex thought. Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it. Max was just a stranger.

               But he’s not a complete stranger, he reminded himself. He was Michael’s brother, and if Michael was letting him get this close to their tight little group, then he must’ve trusted that Alex was safe around him. And he could trust Michael more than anyone to look after him. He knew he could.

               “Yeah,” he said, handing Max his phone without looking at him. He saw Liz and Kyle watch him from across the street where they were twirling around a lamppost. They were tilting their heads and smirking, like they knew something he didn’t.

               Alex cleared his throat, and, as if his friends could hear him, added in a mutter, “Whatever.”

               Even Max smiled at that.

               *

               The next morning, Max woke to knocking on his window. He saw Michael and leapt out of bed, letting him in.

               “Can’t you knock like a normal person?”

               “Didn’t want to wake anyone else up,” he said. He smelled like he’d spent all of last night drinking, but his curls were wild, like he’d walked for hours in the desert instead of lying in someone’s bed.

               He nudged Max aside and sat cross-legged on his bed, shoes and all. “Tell me about Alex,” he said. “How’d last night go?”

               Max put his pillows up and slumped against them. “Fine. Good. Okay, I guess. He was mostly quiet the whole time. Did you have to blow him off like that?”

               Michael looked down and clenched his jaw. “Don’t remind me,” he grumbled. “I hated not being there. The whole time she was talking in my ear, I was trying not to get her to gag on me. I almost called Alex like fifty times!”

               He shook his head, as if eager to be rid of the memory. “Forget me. So he didn’t say anything the entire night?”

               “No,” Max said. “He did. I got him talking about music and other artists and stuff. I even asked him out to the museum today, just like you said.”

               Michael clapped him on the shoulder, happy. “Yeah? Max Evans, you sly dog!”

               Max couldn’t share in his enthusiasm. Would Michael have been so happy if he’d seen the look on Alex’s face last night? The way he defended him even when it was clear that his own heart was breaking?

               “Yeah,” Max said, rubbing his eye. “Said no.”

               “Well,” Michael shrugged a shoulder, “it’s not like he was going to fall in love with you in a few hours.”

               “Actually,” Max said, “he said he might be able to come tomorrow. He can’t today because you guys usually hang out on Saturdays.”

               Michael raised a brow. “Oh yeah?” He hummed, studying the blanket. After a long few minutes, he said, “I might . . . just call him and –”

               “Er –” Max cut him off, “he was pretty adamant that you would never cancel on him. Even after . . . you kind of already did.”

               Michael’s shoulders slumped, and he looked away. He muttered, “Yeah?”

               “Yeah, Michael,” Max sighed. “Look, can’t you just talk to him about this? It looks like he really cares about you, I’m sure if you told him what you heard –”

               “He’d hate me,” Michael said. “Imagine finding out that the one person you like knows you like them, and it makes them uncomfortable. Would you ever be able to look them in the face again?”

               Max pressed the heel of his palm into his eye. “And you’re sure you don’t like Alex like that? At all?”

               Michael looked up, holding his brother’s gaze. Max had never seen him so fierce. “I can’t date him, Max.”

               “Why not?” Max said. “You don’t think your relationship would survive a breakup?”

               “I can’t risk it,” he said. “I won’t.”

               Max almost pointed out that that wasn’t an answer, but decided not to. “Fine, well,” he laid back down and turned his back to Michael, trying to fall asleep again. “He’s not going anywhere with me on a Saturday, so see you tomorrow.”

               Michael did not leave, or say anything for a good long while. Then Max heard shuffling, and tapping. He peeked an eye open and saw Michael texting. Immediately, the look on Alex’s face last night hit him and he sat up.

               “What’re you doing?” he demanded, reaching for Michael’s phone. Michael kept himself out of reach. “Michael, I told you, if you cancel –”

               “I’m not canceling,” Michael murmured, brows pinched. “Just texting someone.” His finger hovered over the screen a moment before he hit send. “There,” he said, pocketing his phone. He didn’t look any happier than he’d been seconds ago. “Now Alex will be the one asking you out.”

               Max’s shoulders slumped. “What’d you do?”

               Michael didn’t answer, but the guilt on his face said it all. He was about to break Alex’s heart.

               *

               Alex had woken early. Last night he’d climbed through his window to his father banging on his door. He’d managed to sneak under the covers and play asleep the second Jesse had burst through, but he knew his luck wouldn’t last.

               It hadn’t mattered, because there was nothing that was going to keep him from an entire day with Michael. So he’d risen early, forgotten about breakfast at the risk of running into his father and being trapped inside again, and just had water from the hydro flask he kept by his bed – he didn’t care, he would eat later with Michael. He’d thrown on his favorite skull and crossbones t-shirt, his silver skull choker, and his rings.

               He felt silly fixing his hair in the mirror, running his hand through it so that the strands looked windswept. It wasn’t hard, as his hair rarely stayed down neatly. He’d learned to live with it.

               Michael wouldn’t ever like him like he liked girls, he knew that, but maybe . . . maybe some part of him might find Alex attractive. Maybe he might look at him differently without realizing that he was looking at him differently.

               It was dumb, but he could hope.

               At least, he had hoped until Michael met him in front of their favorite coffeeshop with his arm around Maria DeLuca’s shoulders. Alex had been holding two coffees, a caramel macchiato for him and a mocha for Michael, because he loved chocolate. He’d nearly dropped them at the sight.

               “Hey!” Michael called.

               “Uh – hey, Alex,” Maria smiled awkwardly. “Guerin,” she said, “I thought we were hanging out today.”

               “We are!” Michael smiled widely, taking his coffee and handing it to her. “With Alex! I always spend Saturdays with Alex.”

               “B-But . . .” Alex looked between them. He could feel his heart slowly sinking into his stomach. He pressed his lips together in a quick smile to Maria and tugged Michael aside by his sleeve. “What’s going on?” he whispered. “We always spend Saturdays together.”

               Michael tilted his head. “We are together.”

               “Alone,” Alex insisted. “Just you and me, remember? We’ve never invited anyone else. And . . . Guerin, Maria?”

               Michael laughed. He was laughing far too easily, and smiling way too much. He knew that of all people, bringing Maria would be a real sting. Didn’t he care about how Alex felt? And today of all days?

               “Come on, Alex,” he said. “I’m just trying to have a little fun here.”

               Alex felt like he’d just been slapped. “S-So being with me isn’t fun?”

               Michael rolled his eyes like he thought Alex was messing around. Alex, horrifically, thought he might cry.

               “Am I supposed to turn down a hot girl for you?” he said, taking Alex’s coffee and having a sip. “Seriously, so Maria’s coming. What’s the big deal, right? I mean, it’s not like we’re dating.”

               He reached out to pat Alex’s shoulder, but Alex flinched back, away from his touch. For a split second, Michael’s face fell and he looked mortified. But it was gone so quickly that Alex was sure he must’ve imagined it.

               He felt guilty, and dramatic, and pathetic. He felt cast aside, unwanted. All of that was okay, he was used to it. Maybe not from Michael, never from Michael, but he was used to it.

               So he did what he always did when he was reminded just how worthless he was. He forced his chin up, exhaled shakily, and kept his words steady. “I actually just remembered that Max wanted to go to a museum thing today.”

               Michael was still smiling. It felt wrong, but Alex couldn’t look at him too long to read into it. “Oh yeah?”

               “Yeah,” Alex took another few steps back. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to be away from Michael, but at this moment nowhere felt far away enough. “He sounded like he really wanted me to go with him, but I had to say no because of today.” He moved further away. “I really wanted to go, too, to be honest. It sounded cool.”

               “Yeah?” Michael sounded quieter. Maybe that was just because of the distance between them.

               “So if you’re going to hang out with someone else, then I guess it’s okay if I go, too?”

               Michael didn’t answer for a minute. “Yeah. No, yeah, that’s great. Works out for both of us, huh?”

               Alex turned around so Michael didn’t see his face fall. “Yeah,” he said, and began walking away. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

               Before Michael could say anything else, Alex pulled out his phone. He wouldn’t dial until he rounded the corner and was out of Michael’s sight. He fell back against the wall, his legs giving out under him. He held the phone to his forehead, breathing deeply.

               Kyle, he knew, was on a camping trip for the weekend with his dad. Liz was busy working shifts at the Crashdown.

               It’s okay, Alex told himself. It’s okay. You don’t need anybody. It’s okay.

               He may not have needed anyone, but he didn’t want to be alone today. So he dialed Max’s name, and held the phone to his ear.

               It rung twice, then Max answered. “Alex?” There was hesitation in his voice that made Alex blush. Was he not actually expecting Alex to call?

               “Er – hey,” Alex murmured, and rubbed his face with one hand. “Look, t-turns out I’m free today after all . . . If you . . . still want to go to the museum . . .”

               Max didn’t answer for a long few seconds.

               “O-Or not,” he said quickly, “doesn’t really matter to me, I just thought –”

               “Yeah!” Max said, “Yeah, I’m – sorry, I was changing. I’m ready to go when you are! Where do you want me to meet you?”

               Alex’s shoulders slumped. He felt a strange relief trickling through his chest, but it didn’t ease the weight on his heart. He muttered, “Wherever you want. Just text me the address.”

               He waited for Max’s okay, then hung up. He rested his chin on his knees as he waited for the message to come in, closing his eyes and promising himself that he would not cry.

                 Max didn’t live in a house. He lived in a mansion. The two story villa stretched out over a valley of cacti and desert flowers, the windows long and the front doors big enough to fit ten grown men standing side by side. Michael had once told Alex how he’d sneak in through his brother and sister’s windows, and Alex now had to wonder how.

               No sooner had he gotten to the door than Max came stumbling out, a bag thrown over his shoulder.

               “Hey,” he panted, “let’s go.”

               Without waiting for Alex’s greeting, he bodily turned Alex around and nudged him back toward the road. Alex was not new to being hidden away by boys who’d rather their parents not see him, but he’d already had his plans with Michael ruined, and was in no mood to humor any homophobia.

               “What?” he sighed. “Afraid mommy and daddy will know you asked out a guy?”

               Max blinked, surprised. He stopped. “What’re you talking about? I’m not trying to hide you from my parents.” He looked over his shoulder as if remembering they were supposed to be in a hurry, and frog-marched Alex away again.

               “Oh?” Alex rolled his eyes. He tried to ground his heels to make it harder for Max but had no will to do it. He was tired, but anything was better than spending the day curled up in bed, abandoned and pitiful. “The who are we trying to hide from?”

               “My . . . crap . . .” Max trailed off, and, following his gaze, Alex understood why. At the end of the road, her arms crossed, her purse hanging off one elbow, was Isobel Evans. She did not look happy.

               “Sneaking off?” she demanded. “Who do you think you are? Michael?”

               “Isobel,” Max warned. “Not now.”

               “Did you honestly think you could hide your date?” Isobel narrowed her eyes at Alex. “Huh. You weren’t kidding. It really is Alex Manes.” She reached a hand towards his face. “You were right, he is very pretty –”

               “Isobel,” Max slid in between Alex and Isobel, forbidding her from touching him. “I never said that.” Then to Alex, “I never said that. N-Not that you’re not – I mean, clearly you are –”

               He shook his head, and turned back to Isobel, his jaw clenched. “I’m not kidding, leave us alone.”

               Isobel was relentless, tilting her head over her brother’s shoulder, since she was almost as tall as he was. “Oh, what do you think I’m going to do, Max? Get out of the way, let me look at him!”

               “Alex,” Max said, his wary eyes on his sister, “I am so sorry about this.”

               “Sorry about what?” she demanded. “I didn’t do anything! Get out of the way, Max! Do you have any idea how rare it is to get a look at him this up close?!”

               “He’s not an octopus, Isobel!”

               “It’s a compliment!” She told Alex, “It’s a compliment, it means you’re really cute.”

               “We have to go,” Max insisted, fending off his sister’s reaching hands. “We have a thing at the museum and –”

                “What museum? Why didn’t you invite me? I want to come with you!”

               “NO!”

               “Why not?”

               “Because you’ll make it weird!”

               “What does that even mean? Scared I’ll embarrass you in front of your new boyfriend?”

               “Isobel!”

               Watching them, Alex should’ve been annoyed. But Max was being gentle with his sister, and Isobel’s eyes were so genuine that Alex could tell her curiosity was innocent and eager. There didn’t seem to be a malicious bone in either of their bodies.

               Crouching behind a building just half an hour ago, Alex had not thought he’d be able to smile for the rest of the day. Now, a giggle escaped his lips before he could help it.

               Max and Isobel stopped and stared, wide eyed. Max’s cheeks were tinted pink. Alex pretended not to notice.

               “Isobel,” he said wearily, “you want to come with us?”

               Isobel looked momentarily surprised, then pleased, a satisfied grin stretching across her pink lips. She lightly shouldered her way past Max and hooked her arm around Alex’s.

               “I like him,” Isobel said cheerfully, and pulled Alex down the road. Alex looked over his shoulder at Max, who blinked out of his haze and ran to catch up to them.

               “Why would you invite her?” Max murmured.

               Alex took one look at Isobel and smiled, something about her radiant demeanor an interesting contrast to the darkness he lived in. Maybe it was having a writer with him, maybe it was that he was kind of a writer himself, but he thought there was a fascinating story here between the three of them.

               To Max, however, he merely shrugged a shoulder and smirked.

               “Come on, Evans,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to think this was a date.”

               Max again blushed, and Alex again pretended not to notice.

Ahhhh here it is!!! Finally!!!

I know only three to four people may enjoy this, but I wrote it mostly for me, so my expectations are low. Or, I should say, that’s how I’m trying to keep them. Don’t ask me how long until the next chapter comes up, this is just supposed to be fun. Any questions about updates shall be ignored.

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Tsukishima - Secret

Tsukishima x Suga’s sister! Reader

Request:

Words count: 2k

A/N: sorry this take so long and sorry for any mistakes I made.

You’re Koushi Sugawara’s little sister and a first year at Karasuno, same class as your boyfriend Tsukishima.

You started being closer to Yamaguchi at first and this implied to be close to Tsukishima too, but unlike how he acted with others he wasn’t that harsh to you. In fact you started being his friend since first day you met. Yeah, he used to tease you a lot and still doing so now but nothing too far.

This brought you to spend more time with him and since Yamaguchi started to go training alone, you and Tsukki started to spend even more time alone.

After some time he asked you out in a very casual way and from then you started dating.

You decided to not tell a word to your brother and friends about it, but it’s not like you’re hiding your relationship, it’s juts that you want to give it a little more time before making it official to everyone.

—

It’s a normal day at school and you’re about to leave so you decide to go say bye to your boyfriend while he was training with the team.

You’re walking towards the gym and on your way there you meet a hurried Yamaguchi who slow down to walk next to you.

“I am a bit late” he says smiling at you, “what are you doing here?”

“Oh, Tsukki forgot something at my house and wanted to give it back before I go” you say trying to hide your blush.

“Tsukki was at yours yesterday?” he asks curiously.

“Yeah, uhm...he’s helping me with...schoolwork”

“But your grades are really good though” he says confused.

“Yes, exactly. I don’t want to have bad grades now”

You two arrive in front of the gym and stop before it facing each other.

“Well....it does make sense. I’ll tell Tsukki you’re looking for him” he saying before entering the gym to run towards his friend.

You see Yamaguchi pointing at you and Tsukishima turning confused before walking to you. You smile and wave at him from the door trying to not be noticed from the other boys, but little you know they all noticed you especially your brother who watches the tall blonde boy walking towards his smiling blushing little sister.

You two walk towards a more private spot outside the gym.

“What did I forget?” he asks confused.

“This” you said hugging him and resting your head on his chest.

He hugs you back, “mh I think you forgot something too”.

You look fast at him confused to what you could ever forget.

“This” he says leaning towards you and leave a peck on your lips.

You smile and hug him tighter and then let go, “I wanted to say bye before going home”

“If you wait we can go eat something together later” he says tempting you.

“I can’t, I promised Koushi I’d go eat with him, Daichi and Asahi. I wanna take a nap before going with them, that’s why I’m leaving earlier”

“I see, we can go another day then” he says giving you another little kiss, “dream about me”

“Of course” you laugh at him watching him entering the gym.

After you left Suga stopped the ball and walked towards Tsukishima.

“What did my sister need from you”

“I forgot my notes when I went to help her with them” Tsukishima answers.

“Then where are your notes?” Suga asks with an accusing look.

“I told her to keep them since she still needs them”, luckily for you your boyfriend is a fast thinker.

Suga nods insecure about it but let it go after Daichi said to start the training match.

—

“So y/n, do you have a boyfriend?” Daichi suddenly asks you during your dinner, making you, your brother and Asahi wider your eyes shocked. You swallow the food you had in your mouth and shake your head, “mh no, why are you asking?”

“Oh because your brother was worried you and Tsukishima were a couple or something” he says gaining a death stare from Suga.

“Why worried tho?” You ask to your brother turning to face him.

“I don’t know, you two spend so much time together and you even blush when he’s around. Also he’s not the sweetest person alive so I was just worried” he says making your heart break in two.

Daichi notice that, “we all know Tsukishima isn’t as bad as he thinks he is, he’s just all talks. Also if y/n and Tsukki are friends I’m pretty sure it’s because he treats her right. Am I wrong y/n?”

“No, he never said anything bad to me or about me. Also he makes me laugh”

“Do you like him?” Asahi asks you smiling.

You waited a bit before answering, “no, so don’t worry about it guys”. You fake a smile and keep eating, “this food is delicious, good thing my big lovely brother is paying tonight”

“Wait a second I’ve never said a word about this” he panicks making everyone laugh.

—

After you come back home you write a text to Tsukishima.

I think my brother and the other two found out about us

You think and think and think about sending it but decided to delete it and send a simple goodnight ♡︎

—

After a few days.

“Hellooooooooo” you enter the gym making everyone turn.

“Y/N!!!!” you hear Tanaka and Nishinoya scream and running to you but fortunately Daichi stops them, “you two just say hi and keep practicing”.

“Hi y/n, you’re everyday more beautiful” Nishinoya says making you giggle.

“Where is Koushi?” you ask no one in particular.

“He’s still in the changing room with Asahi, they had to talk with some teacher and now are late”, Daichi says while bringing the balls to the other boys.

“Oh okay, anyway, can Tsukishima come outside for a minute? I need to give him his...book. It won’t take much” you ask to the Coaches, who give you a nod.

“You know, for having that big brain you forget a lot of things lately” you hear Hinata and turn to see him mocking your boyfriend.

“It’s better to ignore the small brains though” he answers walking towards you.

“You can give the book to him here” you hear your brother behind you making you jump.

“I-I left it in class” you say after the mini heart attack.

“mh sure, then you two go and be fast” he says. You nod and grab Tsukki’s arm to make him follow you fast “let’s hurry”

You two run and stop in front of your class, “y/n calm down, what’s wrong. Does your brother scares you that much?”

You want to tell him what Suga said about him at that dinner and that the fact of him finding out scare you because of that, but you don’t want to hurt him.

You hug him and rest your head on his chest as you always do, because this make you feel better in a few seconds every time.

“I KNEW IT” you jump at your bother scream.

You part from your hug and turn to face Suga and Daichi who is there just to calm your brother.

“I-I was just...opening the door and give him the book I swear” you say as fast as you could and run in your class. You grab the first book you find and shove it to Tsukishima who’s really confused from your acting. Your brother takes the book and read the first page, “there’s your name in it y/n, this book is yours”

“Oh then I probably just got confused, oh god, what a stupid I am” you say with a panicked laugh, shoving the book in your bag, “well, there’s nothing to see here, sorry I’ve made everyone come here for nothing ahah just go back to the gym and forget about everything”.

You leave everyone confused and speechless and you run past your brother and his friend standing there until you feel someone grappling your shoulder, stopping you.

“Y/N stop now” you turn to see your boyfriend and pout at him.

You see him as he turns to Suga and Daichi direction, “listen, I don’t know what’s the problem but I really like y/n”.

Everyone is silently waiting for him to continue a shocking declaration, “I don’t know what you think about me, maybe that I bully her or something and maybe force her to be with me but I swear I would never do something like this, specially if it’s about y/n. I care about her more than you can imagine and I would never hurt her”.

You keep your eyes on him, still speechless, while your brother composes himself and walk towards Tsukishima, putting his hands on his shoulders, “I don’t need the ‘if you hurt her I’ll hurt you’ speech”.

“I know you don’t” Suga smiles at him “I’m sure y/n isn’t that stupid to fall for some bad boy. I just wanted to welcome you to the family”.

“I knew you had a crush on him and I was ready to make fun of you for the rest of your days but I would never imagine you two were actually a couple” he adds laughing in front of your face making you hit him.

He then smiles at you, “you didn’t need to hide it from me. I’m sorry about the bad things I said, I take them all back. Also now you don’t need to think about excuses every time you ask for him at the gym, it made it seems like he had some sort of memory loss, you know?”

“Well I think we should go now Daichi, let’s leave them talk for a bit”

“Tsukishima don’t be too late at practice” Daichi says before Suga yells at him, “LET HIM BE”

“I’m sorry if I talked too much, but watching you act like that made me feel like I had to say something” Tsukki says making you turn to him and take his hands in yours, “thank you Kei, for everything”.

You two share a kiss and decide to leave for the gym. As soon as you turn the corner you see Suga and Daichi who were there overhearing your conversation.

“How dare you? Are you stupid? And you should be the big brother acting like a kid like this?” You yell at him making him run away from you and you run after him.

Both of you enter the gym running and everyone turns to watch you trying to catch your brother. Daichi and Tsukishima following behind. “Y/N now stop” Daichi says but you ignore him, “Tsukishima tell y/n to stop please”

“She’s not my dog” he answers the captain meeting with a death glare from him.

He snorts and walks towards you, “y/n, I think that’s enough”.

You suddenly stop and look at your boyfriend, “I’ll stop only if you take me out to eat some cake later���

“Of course” he says making you smile and hug him, “thank you, I’ll go take a shower and change. See you later”, you wave and walk towards the door.

“Y/N, I think you forgot something, do you remember what it was?” Tsukki asks you making you stop and turn around. You run towards him and kiss him, “this”

You wave a goodbye at your brother and leave the gym to head home.

Everyone who was watching suddenly turn towards Tsukishima, shocked as what just happened in front of their own eyes.

“Ts-Tsukishima has a girlfriend?” Hinata points at him breaking the shock with a laugh.

“No need to be jealous” Tsukki says turning to Daichi who makes everyone stop the argument and start playing.

[pearl-blue-musings]

Hi, can I order a steak (medium well) along with some mashed potatoes and broccoli (for two me and Ejirou Kirishima) thanks in advance 😌✨

You’ve got it darling!

For the record this is the last request with a third year au the next one will be college!

And again, 18+ only I cannot stress this enough

Warnings: some blood, oral female receiving, teasing, some nipple play, finger sucking and I got carried away AGAIN

Enjoy your meal!

You hadn’t meant to overhear the conversation in the common room that late, but you had. Those words that you never wanted to confirm were heard on full blast. Some of your classmates had opted to do some Saturday night shenanigans while you had wanted to study and prepare for your internship the next day. You were in line to be a sidekick with Mirko, considering your quirk was similar to hers. You had strolled down to get a quick glass of water when you heard.

“So Kirishima, we’re gonna graduate in about two months,” you hear Sero say slowly, “and you seriously still haven’t told her you have feelings for her?”

You had stopped at that moment, equal parts curious to how the red head would answer and nervous. 

“Ah,” he starts out sheepishly. “I wasn’t planning on it. Gotta focus on becoming the best hero right?”

You hear the rest of his friends agree, albeit hesitantly. Some grumbles of him avoiding the question and being afraid to approach this mystery girl came after. You were about to walk in with a bit of confidence when Denki speaks up.

“Come on Kiri! Just tell Mina you like her already.”

Wait, what? Mina? But you and him...?

You wait for his answer, your heart on the edge of cracking open.

You see his cheeks start to match his dyed hair as he makes eye contact with the woman in question; she looks away too seemingly more embarrassed than Kirishima.

You hear the sound of glass breaking before you realize the sound had come from you, your feet covered in broken glass and cold water.

“(Y/n)!” Mina calls out, “Are you okay?”

“Here let me help.”

Your eyes meet ruby ones as Kirishima approaches you and begins to help you and Mina clean up. You suddenly can’t move as you feel parts of the glass scratch against your skin. It takes a while for the blood to surface on your leg.

“Peb-(Y/n) your leg! Mina, can you get us some bandages and another glass of water? I’ll take her to her room.”

“Kiri you don’t have to I have stuff in my ro-”

“I got you Kirishima! Hurry up and go, I’ll be there soon okay?”

You can’t do much other than look at the man who’s picked you up bridal style and took you toward the library. You still stayed silent, trying your hardest to keep you feelings at bay as the threat of tears becomes to prominent.

Kirishima presses the button for your floor. He wants to talk to you so badly, but he knows that you would rather speak in private and he can tell by your avoidance and the flutter of your eyes that you’re thinking hard about something. The elevator dings and slides open, revealing your floor. He knows how to get to your dorm room by heart and immediately goes to the right, two doors down. 

Your room was unlocked so he walks you in quickly. He places you on your bed and kneels before you inspecting your leg. The cut isn’t too bad but he does find more on the top of your foot  when he removes your sock.

“Kirishima...”

“Just let me help you, okay? I know you have some bandages on your desk, lemme get those.”

He gets up promptly and grabs what he needs. You still haven’t said much as he attends to your wounds. He knows that there’s a whole monologue going on in your head and he wants you to tell him everything you’re thinking.

His hands still linger on your leg, lightly tracing his handiwork and slowly moving to wrap his hand around your calf. He then brings it to his lips and leaves an open mouth kiss on it, licking the spot after.

“Kirishima,” you start.

“Talk to me, pebble,” he kisses your knee as his warm hands stay on your leg, barely moving. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

You can’t face him, not when he’s looking at you with the most adoration and lust and it’s confusing you. “I can’t,” you whisper.

Kirishima moves to your other leg, kissing that knee as he rubs his other hand farther up your thigh. “Yes you can, babe.”

You hiss at the feeling of his hands on lips on you, making your mind and inhibitions go. Your breathing gets shallow as you feel his warm breath. 

“Ah, I, um.”

He meets your eyes finally and registers your body language. He pulls away and stands up. “Please, (Y/n) what’s wrong?”

“You haven’t told them.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Babe...”

“We’ve been together for awhile now and the only person who knows is Mina! And she got us together!” Your anger finally coming to the fore front of your emotions. “And people still think you like her. Still! Even after she came out to us.” Tears start to fall from your eyes. “I know I’m not as pretty as her and that she caught your attention first!”

“Pebble,” he mutters as his heart breaks at your words.

“You liked her first and dated for a bit which makes sense but,” you stutter over your words as tears cascade down your face. “Maybe everyone sees something I don’t because they would never consider me for you! I’m not good enough for you Eiji and you know it. Sero knows it, Denki knows it, and I bet Bakugou knows it too.”

“(Y/n) stop!” Kirishima places his hands on either side of your face collecting your tears. “How long have you felt like this? Damn it, why didn’t I notice you felt like this? I’m a terrible boyfriend,” he wipes your tears and places his forehead against yours. 

You gaze up at him and try to calm your breathing. “A few weeks... I had heard a conversation from your friends, and it was similar to this and... I’m sorry I should’ve told you.”

Kirishima shakes his head against yours, “No babe, I messed up. I thought not telling everyone was better for us. We’ve got so much on our plates already and I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed with a public relationship. I thought I was doing the right thing for us. Please tell me you didn’t feel ignored did you?”

That got you to smile as the inflection in his voice changed. “No Eiji. I know you’re mine and I respect what you did but...”

“It hurts being compared to Mina, right? Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize they still think that.” He kisses your dry and tear covered lips softly, leaving no room for misinterpretation from the love he’s showing you. 

You break away and mumble, “Personally I think Sero is projecting. He was the most accepting of her being bi you know?”

That gets a chuckle out of him as he leans away from you. “Heh, you think? Then that would make her really happy.” You look at him in confusion, not quite understanding what he’s implying. “Ah I never told you, or anyone really why we broke up did I? Well, we realized that yeah we care for each other but we both need different things. And we saw that we couldn’t be what the other wanted or needed so we ended things mutually.

“Plus she was totally crushing on Sero.”

Your jaw dropped at his confession. You can feel your heart leaving the previous edge it was on and calming down. “Huh,” you muse to yourself, “that explains why she looked so embarrassed by that.”

Kirishima looks at your ponderous face and smiles contently. He’s so happy to see this look on your face, where you think in the cutest way. Gah, now he’s starting to feel dumb for not announcing your relationship to the world. And honestly he wants to, but right now he wants to make you feel good. Real good.

He kneels back down to your legs, lightly placing his hands around your calves. You look down to him with your eyebrows furrowed. “Eiji? What are you doing?”

He kisses the inside of your calf and continues to kiss up your leg to your thigh. “I’m treating you like a princess right now because that’s what you need.” He bites lightly at the inside of your leg and smiles at the whine that leaves your lips. “And there’s no need to be quiet, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He pulls your hips to the edge of the bed, placing his hands on your thighs spreading your legs. He can already feel the warmth coming from your clothed sex, just waiting for him. He sucks in air through his teeth as he leans in to breath over your core. Your hips lurch up, knowing what’s going to happen soon.

You feel his lithe fingers pull at the hem of your panties and pull them slowly down your legs. He sees that you’re already wet and he licks his lips. “Damn pebble,” he admire, “you’re already this wet for me? I’ve barely done anything.” He chuckles at that last word swipes a finger up your slit. A whiny moan is heard as your body reacts in kind to the action. Satisfied with your reaction, he carefully licks at your wet folds.

“Ah shit, feels so good Eiji!”

He slaps your inner thigh and pulls away. “That’s not my name.” He then wraps his lips around your swelling clit and sucks harshly.

“Hah, oh my god daddy shark! It feels so good,” you’re starting to lose yourself to the pleasure and it hasn’t been that long.

You feel his lips smile against your heat as he hums into it, “that’s my baby shark,” the vibrations from his voice travel through your body, causing your breath to be shallower. You unknowingly lifted up your shirt as the heat in the warm was getting too much and you wanted more friction on the top of your body.

Kirishima previously had his eyes closed to enjoy your taste and scent but notice you moving. His eyes glaze over again in lust as he sees you taking off your shirt and bra, cupping your breasts for more feeling. This inspires him to thrust his tongue in and out of you faster, swirling it around your insides. He hears you moan. He takes a finger and slowly pushes it into your awaiting cunt and he feels you clenching around it. His other hand travels up your body and meets your breast, kneading it as well.

Your back arches off the bed as you’re feeling so many different points of pleasure. You’t not sure when it happens, but he already added a second finger into you hole, your juices starting to trail down his fingers. The other hand that was kneading your breast stops as those fingers begin to tug and twist your nipple. 

“Oh fuck!” You practically yell at your senses being overwhelmed. Kirishima is doing all the right things to your body and you can feel your release coming soon. You start to grind against his tongue and fingers, noticing a third has been inserted. You can feel that coil wanting to unwind the more he works your body. “Shit, daddy shark, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! Ah, hah, it’s so good!”

Kirishima hums against you, moving his hands and tongue faster. He wants you to feel the greatest amount of pleasure possible, even if he has to go without relieving himself. “Yeah baby? Then cum for me, yeah? Cum for your daddy shark.” He reattaches his lips to your core and pumps you faster and harder than before.

You feel yourself start to shake and writhe in pleasure, quickly losing your breath. You feel the pressure building until it overflows and cascades over your body. “Oh my god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You yell and whimper out, feeling yourself leak all over his chin and fingers. Knowing you hadn’t squirted that hard before, he licks your release all over his chin. Kiri stands up, after he slowly took his fingers out of you and shoves them in your mouth. “Suck my fingers, I want you to taste how amazing you are.” You suck earnestly, eyes never leaving his as your tongue goes over every dip and crevice of his fingers.

He then leans in to kiss you on your lips passionately, laying down on top of you without crushing you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, wanting to make him feel good. You run your hands through his hair when a knock is heard at your door.

You both look up, slightly embarrassed at the knock. “Uh,” you rasp out, “yes?”

You hear a cough and then, “Hey, I uh, brought your water.” Fuck, it was Mina. The two of you forgot about your abandoned water. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I’ll leave this here so uh, bye!”

You fall back onto your bed and laugh and Kirishima joins you. He pecks your lips and removes himself from you. “Let me get you a towel. How do you feel babe?”

You smirk at him and bite your lip. “I’m sure you know, daddy shark.”

He giggles at that and grabs a towel from your door. He tosses you the towel, and opens the door to grab the water. When he opens the door, he sees an extra glass and a note underneath addressed to him. 

Sorry for saying you’re with Mina. She told us everything. Hydrate or die-drate daddy shark ;)

Kirishima rolls his eyes and steps back inside your room. He hands you a glass and you notice he has one as well. You cock up your eyebrow at his glass and he hands you the note. You feel yourself flush and throw the note on the ground.

“Well, at least everyone knows we’re together now right?”

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The diner is open