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I saw this two weeks ago and this made me smile while I was having a mental breakdown about a certain class, you are the kindest person ever thank you so much💗💗

[nadisabug]

Pairing: Tanaka Ryuunosuke x fem! reader (pet name baby is used)

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: slight implied panic attack (more of just a crying fit but I want to cover my bases)

Word Count: 1.4 k

Summary: You may have doubts and insecurities, but Ryu is always there to chase them away.

A/N: I hope you love it elek (and other tanaka stans) bc I love you mwah

Haikyuu Masterlist // Love Song Event Masterlist

You were laying in your bed, snuggled in the covers, waiting. Your phone was on your chest, screen black. You stared up at the ceiling, having nothing else better to do. 

Then your phone buzzed. 

You shot straight up, throwing your phone onto your legs. It hit one of your kneecaps, but you ignored the pain. You scrambled to pick it up and turned it on quickly.

You had one new message. 

You clicked on it eagerly and read it with warm eyes. 

Hey, baby! Just got out of practice and got my phone back! How r u????

You smiled. The coach had a no-phone rule during practice, so he made all of the students place their phones in a bucket before practice to collect after. It was probably a good idea because you had no doubt your amazing boyfriend would text you the whole time. 

You shot off a quick reply and waited. After a minute or two you laid back down in bed, but kept a hold of your phone. When it buzzed, a few moments later, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. A voice message.

You clicked play and let Ryu’s comforting voice fill your room. 

Ah, baby, couldn’t wait to hear my voice? Can’t blame ya, I’m- 

His voice cut off and a cacophony of male voices rose up.

You are revolting.

Yeah, why do you have to do this in the club room, Tanaka-senpai?!

We all know you have a girlfriend and we don’t quit rubbing it in!

You couldn’t help but giggle at their complaints. Tanaka’s voice cut back in then, much closer and softer.

Sorry baby, I’ll have to send one when I get out of the room, one sec.

The voice message ended. You quickly texted him that it was okay and that you could wait. So you did. About three minutes later, a world record for Ryu changing, your phone buzzed again. Another voice message. You pressed play.

Hey baby, I’m out now. Practice was rough, coach had us doing flying laps everytime we missed a receive. Of course, I didn’t have to do that many but the first years were dying haha. And then- Oh hey Kiyoko, one sec baby-

The message cut off. You frowned. Then you waited. As you did, thoughts began to swirl around in your head. Doubts and insecurities that you knew damn well weren’t founded but arose nonetheless. Then you got a text. 

Walking Kiyoko home, I’ll call you on my way home <3

You frowned but let it go, texting him your acknowledgement. 

Nothing's wrong / But when you're not in my arms  / I send voice notes, you send hearts / And get quiet / And I know that means you miss me

Your friend was droning on and on about some class but all you could see was her. 

She was standing in the courtyard outside your classroom window. She wasn’t even talking to him, just some peers from her classroom, but those evil thoughts bubbled to the surface. 

What if Ryu likes her more than me? What if he doesn’t love me? What if he doesn’t want me-

“Hello?” Your friend called and waved their hand in front of you. You snapped out of your thoughts and turned to them. “You alright, Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you looked back at Kiyoko. She was gone. “I’m fine.”

You're jealous, you shouldn't be / I want you obsessively / But I know how complicated it can get

“I can bring it to him.”

Kiyoko was smiling softly, beautifully at you. 

You had made a bento for Ryu because he had texted you that this practice was going to be long. He had complained that he forgot to pack a dinner and was going to starve to death (always the drama queen) so you had taken it upon yourself to remedy your boyfriend’s problem. 

But now here Kiyoko was. 

“Are you sure, I mean-”

“There’s a lot of balls flying around in there, L/n. I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

She said it so genuinely. There was no trace of deceit in her words, and the fact that you were looking for it made your stomach churn. 

“Yeah of course. Thanks.”

And you handed her the bento.

When you're not in front of me / I know insecurities / Get in your head

You were walking home when you heard a familiar voice call your name. You turned around to see your boyfriend. 

“Ryu!” You smiled, then frowned. “Don’t you have practice?”

“I do,” he grinned and pulled you into a hug. You fell into his embrace with a sigh. “But I’m skipping it for you.”

You pulled away immediately and swatted him on the arm. “Ryu! Don’t skip practice! You better get your ass to that gym before I-”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m not actually skipping, I just thought it would sound cool,” Ryu pouted adorably. Your anger faded away and you sighed. 

“So what happened?”

“The first years are having special practice to give us a small break. I gotta be back in thirty minutes.”

“Then let’s get going.”

You walked in silence with him for a bit before he spoke up. 

“I actually asked for thirty minutes,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. You turned to look at him. 

“Why?”

“I felt like something was off with you so I wanted to talk.”

The thoughtfulness in that statement took you back. He was so worried about you that he asked for time off to talk right away? You shook your head. Nothing less from Ryu. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you lied. 

“Baby,” Ryu said softly, reaching out to touch you. You let him grab your hand.

I sighed. “I guess I’m just worried.”

“Worried about what?”

“That you won’t love me anymore.”

“Why would you think that? Wanna talk about it?”

You thought for a moment then nodded. “Yeah. And because, there are so many other girls so much prettier than I am and better and I don’t know I am just insecure.”

“Okay,” Ryu nodded. “But I want you to know I think that’s all bullshit. There is no one in this world better than you, baby.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

But I'm not gonna interrupt / If you need to talk about it / Roll my eyes or get offended by / The way you doubt it

You were losing it. 

Crying, sobbing, hiccuping, you name it. 

Your insecurities had just gotten the better of you. All you could think about was how unworthy of love you were, and how Ryu was going to leave you for the obviously better Kiyoko. 

You weren’t sure how long you were crying, but it was a while. After you had calmed down a bit, your phone rang. You picked it up, thinking you were probably good enough to talk. 

“Hey baby, just got out of practice and I am walking home. How was your day?” Ryu’s warm voice poured out of the speaker, tipping you over the edge once more. 

“G-good,” you sniffled. You cursed yourself. Could you make it anymore obvious you had been crying?

“Are you crying?! Baby I’m on my way right now.” You heard his footsteps pick up.

“No, no, it’s okay I am fine now-”

“Is it about what we talked about earlier?” Ryu almost never cut you off, but this time he did. You knew he was serious and lying was going to get you nowhere. 

“Yes.” Your voice was soft. 

“Okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Then he hung up.

You know you're mine / You just forget sometimes / So promise me you won't

Ryu burst into your room. You knew that your parents would have no problem letting him in. ALl you did was look up at him from the ball you were curled into under the blankets. You lifted one arm in invitation and he rushed to you. 

He dove under the covers and pulled you into his chest. 

And you know I'll remind you / When you think I don't

He pulled you closer into his embrace and whispered into your ear.

Hey stupid, I love you / Hey stupid, I love you

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[clumsyclifford]

hi bella i'm here bc t-shirt by thomas rhett w jalex?????? totally not bc we're listening to the song and have the same brain???? never??? not at all??? ok ily bye

sam the fact that you will just indulge me like this...........i adore you. anyway here’s some thomas rhett jalex to soothe your soul thank you for asking me to write this after i told you i wanted to write it dlgkmdfklgmfj

ao3 link!

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Jack has a table when Alex arrives. 

“Hey, hey, hot stuff,” he hears, and looks up to see Alex leaning over the patio fence.

“Wow, and only ten minutes late,” Jack says, making a show of checking the time on his phone. He gives Alex his most look-how-impressed-I-am face.

Alex laughs and reaches through the fence to poke at Jack’s shoulder. “I’ll be in in a sec,” he says, and then retreats to go around front. Jack figures he can wait a little longer. Alex will probably stop in the bathroom before he joins Jack at the table, anyway.

A few minutes pass, and then someone tugs gently at Jack’s ear, so Jack puts his phone away, this time for good, and turns a smile to Alex.

Alex looks good. He always looks good, would look good even in a paper bag, even in nothing at all (especially then), but there’s something about the all-black combination that makes Jack’s heart race. Clothes were invented, Jack decides, to be worn by Alex. All clothes.

Leather jackets in particular.

“Hi,” Alex says warmly (he’s trying not to say it warmly but Jack knows he can’t help it), before dipping his head to kiss Jack. “How was work?”

Jack smiles. He always smiles around Alex. He’s probably in love with Alex, but in a relationship this young it’s hard to say, and Jack falls so easily it’s actually ridiculous. The words taste sweet under his tongue, so he leaves them there for the moment. For whatever it’s worth, he imagines he’ll have many days on which to share them.

“Fine,” is what he says instead, as Alex sits down. “Some of this paperwork is going to be the death of me, but you don’t want to hear about that.”

“I do,” Alex insists.

Jack shakes his head. “I promise you, you do not. I was telling Zack about it on my lunch break and I’m pretty sure he fell asleep.”

Alex chuckles. “Well, Zack’s not your boyfriend.”

“That you know of.” Jack waggles his eyebrows. It makes Alex laugh, which is always the goal, and Jack laughs too, mostly to show that he’s joking, but also because Alex’s laugh makes Jack laugh. 

“Fair enough,” Alex concedes. “Well, lucky for you it’s Friday, so no more work.”

“It’s Friday for you too.”

“Yeah, but I have lesson plans to draw up, papers to grade, et cetera.”

Jack squints. “Do you…do you think I don’t have work to do over the weekend?”

“Gonna be honest, I still don’t fully understand your job,” Alex says good-naturedly. 

Jack grins. “That’s okay,” he says. “You look amazing tonight.”

It makes Alex look down at himself, only to look back up at Jack, and under the multicolored string lights of the patio (why are there still Christmas lights up in June?), Jack can see a blush rising. “Thanks,” he says. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Thank you,” Jack says. It’s just his work suit. Their date night restaurant is within walking distance of Jack’s office, for convenience reasons, and Jack is still in his suit for the same reason. “I thought I’d make a bit of an effort, you know. Once in a while.”

“Well, if you set the bar low, you can only ever really surpass expectations,” Alex points out. Jack claps triumphantly.

“Exactly!”

The waitress approaches then, asking for drinks orders and informing them of their deal on appetizers, two for the price of one. Jack orders a beer and Alex gets water, because he’s driving, and as the waitress leaves, they decide almost without conversing that they’ll be taking extreme advantage of the two-for-one deal. 

For the rest of dinner they make small talk, except it’s not really small talk, because Jack cares so much to hear about the inane things Alex’s students have done that day; he’s been dying for an update on the gossip about the history teacher and the math teacher, and gasps when Alex shares how a student actually asked Mr. Hood if Mr. Clifford was his boyfriend. (“I’ve literally never seen Calum speechless like that,” Alex says, smirking. “It was almost hilarious.”) It doesn’t feel like small talk to hear about Alex’s day and to talk about his own, because Alex’s eyes are trained on Jack with so much focus that Jack feels like he’s explaining something much more complex and profound than just the broken coffee machine in the break room at work. It would be small talk if they had nothing else to talk about, but they have, and just aren’t; for two hours, while they slowly work their way through their own food and each other’s (Jack shamelessly nicking mozzarella sticks off Alex’s plate), they just catch up.

Jack is probably a bit tipsy as they reach the end of the meal. After Alex pays — immune to Jack’s myriad efforts to stop him, including but not limited to stealing his wallet — they sit at a mostly cleared table, waiting for the check to come back, and Jack stares at Alex. He finds himself doing it more often lately, and he can’t put a finger on why, except that Alex is so goddamn pretty it’s impossible not to stare.

“What?” Alex says, bracing his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. He leans forward. “What are you lookin’ at?”

Jack folds his arms over the table in front of him and mirrors Alex. “You’ve got something on your face,” he says. Alex starts, frowns; Jack giggles. “I’m teasing. You don’t. You’re just so fucking good-looking. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

The blush from before returns with a vengeance. “Careful,” Alex says lightly. “Talk like that might get you into trouble.”

“Are you trouble?”

Alex doesn’t waver. “I might be.”

“That’s where I wanna be, then.” Jack grins. “You wanna come over after?”

“No way,” Alex says, but he’s lying, or joking. There’s a glimmer in his eye that might just be the ridiculous Christmas lights, but Jack has seen it before. “I’ve seen your place. You messy bastard.”

“Hey, I cleaned!” Jack protests. It’s stupid, but he had, and not just because he’d hoped to bring Alex back with him tonight. (Okay, mostly for that reason.)

Alex laughs and pulls Jack into a kiss across the table, and it settles in Jack’s sternum, warmth throughout his chest. He can tell Alex is holding back, and he likes it. 

“Fine,” Alex says, as they break. “Twist my arm. I’ll come over.”

“Yeah, you will,” Jack says, smirking, and just then the waitress returns with the check.

-

They don’t even make it to the landing.

Well, they do, but clumsily, with a lot of tripping and almost-falling. Jack’s not sure if he’s holding tight to Alex so they don’t have to stop kissing or because he’s legitimately afraid to fall over. He’s mostly sober, just tipsy enough that he’s laughing at things that aren’t that funny, like when they reach Jack’s door and Jack realizes he’s forgotten to get his keys out. 

“Shit,” he giggles, and instead of searching for them he just kisses Alex again. Alex is no help at all; he melts into it like every other one, arms securely around Jack’s waist. For a minute Jack forgets that this is supposed to be the beginning of the night, and not the end. Alex’s hands find their meandering way up the back of Jack’s shirt, and Jack makes a quiet noise at the cold of his fingertips against Jack’s skin. He pushes gently at Alex’s chest. “Okay,” he says, slightly sobered, “let me get the door open, you impatient fucker.”

Alex just gives him a cheeky smile and leans in for one more kiss. It’s really fucking hard to turn Alex down, and for a second Jack wonders if he should even bother. Then he feels Alex’s hand dip into his back pocket, and when Alex pulls away this time he’s holding Jack’s keys.

“Too slow,” he says, mouth curling into an enticing smirk. 

Jack shakes his head. “Your fault,” he says as Alex unlocks the door, admitting them both to the apartment. The keys clatter as they land on the dining room table; Jack’s going to forget they’re there later, and Alex will inevitably remember. Both of them kick off their shoes somewhere in the general direction of the front door, and by that time Jack’s grown impatient himself. When Alex looks first at Jack and then past him to the bedroom, a question in his eyes that’s also an answer, Jack wastes no time.

It’s messy, but it’s always messy; Jack loves that about Alex, that he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, to play rough and leave Jack satisfied but wanting more. Anyway, Jack feels they’ve earned the right to be a little messy. Alex is a middle school teacher, and Jack’s working an office job, for fuck’s sake; if Alex wants to be the reason for wrinkles in Jack’s shirt, Jack’s in favor of that.

After, Alex cuddles himself into Jack’s chest, face pressed into Jack’s neck, trying to absorb Jack’s warmth. Jack doesn’t have control over the air conditioning in his building, and as a result it’s always either slightly too cold or hot. In summer months it’s the former, and Alex isn’t wearing a shirt, which is probably lending to the chill. Jack could suggest that Alex get dressed, but he likes Alex like this, clingy and cuddly, leeching heat out of Jack’s skin. Alex runs cold, unfortunately for him, but Jack runs warm. 

(It’s just another way they’re perfect for each other. Jack keeps running into them, the things that make Alex and Jack complementary, like how Jack doesn’t like pickles and Alex does, or how they don’t share any of the same favorite breakfast cereals so they’d never eat the other’s, or the fact that somehow, having held hands with many people in his life, Jack’s never felt his fingers fit as well as they do between Alex’s. Maybe he’s just romantic, but fuck if he doesn’t feel like he and Alex belong together.)

“You could put a shirt on,” Jack murmurs, pressing a kiss to Alex’s forehead, after Alex shivers and curls tighter against Jack.

“Boring,” comes Alex’s muffled voice. It sends a buzz through Jack’s skin. “Zero points for creativity.”

Jack laughs. “Come on, Al, you’re freezing. Take one of mine.” Alex makes a noise of protest. Jack gently pats his back. “Alex, you’re a big boy. Don’t be stubborn.”

“Your mom’s a big boy,” Alex says, but he rolls away and, with a great dramatic sigh, crosses to Jack’s dresser to rifle through his t-shirt drawer. “Any suggestions?”

“I suggest you put a shirt on.”

Alex shoots him a look. “Duh.” He pulls out one of Jack’s Orioles t-shirts and grins. “Oh, this is it for sure.”

Alex pulls the shirt over his head, and when he resurfaces his hair is hopelessly messed up. Jack can’t help but smile at it, at the whole picture. It’s too much for him, Alex in his Orioles t-shirt and boxers with the fucking American flag on them, which is his idea of a joke (and had, of course, made Jack laugh). 

“What?” Alex asks. He does a spin as if showing off the new look, and Jack snorts and shakes his head. “Stop staring at me, you creep.” He takes a running jump towards the bed, landing with a screech beside Jack and crawling over him. Their legs tangle together, and Jack gazes up at Alex, overwhelmed, hoping he never stops feeling overwhelmed by Alex.

“You just look super hot, that’s all,” Jack says gratuitously. His pulse racing, he tugs Alex down into a kiss. Alex goes willingly, and Jack closes his eyes, drowning in everything Alex; the image of Alex twirling around in Jack’s shirt, the cold of Alex’s skin where Jack’s fingertips graze his hips, Alex humming quietly in the back of his throat as he deepens the kiss, Alex’s hand in Jack’s hair, Alex’s cologne permeating the whole room, Alex’s mouth on his, and all of Jack’s senses Alex Alex Alex until nothing else matters, just him and Alex and the universe on pause.

(He almost says it, really, almost ends the kiss with I love you, you know?, but he stops himself. That’s the kind of thing people do when they don’t have the time to wait, and Jack has time. They have all the time in the world.)

[dirtydobrik]

crushing on you - d.d.

plot: you have been crushing on david for a month and finally tell natalie how you feel about it after she finds out that you are upset over a bit david did. she tells david how you feel and you find out that he feels the same about you

requested: yes, by anon! HELLO I HAVE A REQUEST PLS ILY: so like when Cindy admits to having a crush on David the reader is in the back seat behind her and she has a crush on David too but she thinks she can’t compete but David rejects Cindy Bc he has a crush on reader. But instead the reader (who isn’t like a crazy model/ influencer) thinks she has even less of a chance Bc she doesn’t find herself anywhere as pretty as Cindy and he rejected HER. But like Natalie forces him to tell her or he confesses or something Idk

author’s note: hi! this was requested anonymously. hopefully it was similar to what you had in mind. if you want to send in a request for an imagine, send me a message!!

word count: 1806

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"I posted my vlog. Can everyone watch it and tell me what you think?" David yelled, his voice echoing throughout the house. You sighed as you opened your laptop and went to David's channel, knowing exactly what bit had used, the title of the vlog only emphasizing it.

Your heart sank when the vlog go to the clip of David rejecting Cindy, thankful that the camera hadn't caught your reaction. You had been wearing sunglasses and sitting in the backseat of the car when the conversation had first taken place, but watching it over didn't make it hurt any less. For about a month you had kept your crush on David hidden from the friend group, only letting it accidentally slip out once one night when you and Corinna were having a girls night and you were tipsy off of a few glasses of red wine. She tried to convince you to talk to David about how you felt and that the worst he could do was no, but you didn’t want to be just another joke for his vlog. There was no way for you to compete with all of the Instagram models and influencers who threw themselves at David and still got rejected. There was no way that David would have any interest in you when everyone who admitted to liking him were so much more attractive.

You didn’t notice Natalie standing in the doorway to the guest bedroom you were staying in while your apartment got repainted. She watched as you replayed the clip over and over and she noticed you trying to keep yourself from crying.  

"Hey, are you okay?" she finally broke her silence, walking into the room, closing the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyebrows furrowed, like she was trying to put the pieces together herself but couldn’t quite figure it out. You took a deep breath and pushed your laptop to the side, forcing a smile.

"Of course," you lied. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

"Well, you watched the same bit from David's latest vlog about five times since I was standing outside the room and you look like you're trying not to cry. So, what's going on?" she asked, giving you a look that meant she would see right through any bullshit answer you gave her.

"I think I like David," you admitted, letting out a sigh. It was like a weight was lifted off your shoulder and you felt relieved to share this with something.

"Seriously?" Natalie asked, quickly checking to make sure the door was shut before scooting closer to you. "Spill."

You rolled your eyes, of course she wanted the details. "There's not much to tell. He was driving me home one night after a party at Heath's and it was just the two of us in the car and I looked over him for a moment and all I wanted to do was kiss him," you rambled, telling her how every time he looks at you, you get butterflies and how you always want to spend time with him.

"Are you going to tell him?" she questioned, but before you answered, there was a knock on the door.

It swung open a moment later, before either of you responded. "Hey, what did you guys think of the vlog?" David asked.

"It was great, as they all are," Natalie replied, giving David a glare in an attempt to get him to leave.

"Yeah, it was great," you chimed in, hoping he got Natalie's hint and would leave you two alone.

"You don't think it was too boring? I feel like it wasn't the best."

"David, your vlogs aren't ever boring," you reassured him, Natalie nodding in agreement. David thanked you both for your input, flashing you a grin, before walking away and shutting the door behind him.

"So, as I was saying, are you going to tell David?" Natalie asked again, and you shook your head.

"God, no. I can't."

"What! Why?"

"There's no way David would ever like me back. He has girls that look like Cindy crushing on him. Why on earth would he be crushing on me?"

"Why wouldn't he be crushing on you? You're gorgeous!" Natalie protested.

"I'm nowhere near as pretty as the Instagram models that throw themselves at him," you pouted, knowing there was no way David would date you when people so much prettier were into him too.

"First of all, don't put yourself down, you're hot. Second of all, you're funny. You know that David likes girls with a sense of humor and that looks aren't everything to him," Natalie argued.

"I don't want him to record it and put it in the vlog and have people make fun of me and think I'm desperate," you groaned.

"He wouldn't do that," Natalie said, shaking her head. "You should talk to him, seriously," she said, before getting up and leaving you alone with your thoughts again.

Later that night, you heard David and Natalie talking in the Natalie's room while you were trying to sleep. You only heard pieces of the conversation, and definitely not enough to figure out who or what they were talking about, until you heard David say your name. Your ears perked up at that, desperately trying to hear what they were saying. You had no luck, and your brain ran through every possible conversation they could be having while you forced yourself to fall asleep.

The following morning you woke up to go for an early morning run and were startled to find David on the couch when you got back, awake and on his computer.

"Why are you up?" you asked, kicking your sneakers off by the front door and walking into the kitchen to grab a water bottle out of the fridge. You checked the clock above the oven: 8:42am.

"Couldn’t sleep," David muttered, and you raised an eyebrow at him. You had known David for almost a year and he had the ability to fall asleep literally anywhere without any problem. There was no way that was the whole truth.

"What are you working on?" You crossed the room, standing behind the couch and propping your elbows on the top of it.  

"Going through old footage. Trying to decide what to keep for future blooper videos and what to delete."

"Gotcha, well I'm going to shower. Thanks for letting me stay here, by the way."

"Anytime. Oh, actually, can I talk to you for a quick sec?" he asked, a hint of seriousness in his voice. You nodded, swinging your legs over the couch and collapsing into the soft fabric next to him.

"What's up?" you asked, trying to be casual even though you were internally freaking out about what he wanted to talk about.

"What did you really think about the vlog?"

"I already told you," you giggled nervously. "I think it was great, as they always are."

"Okay, let me be more specific. What did you think about the bit I did with Cindy?" he interrogated, staring at you, and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

"It was a good bit," you paused, as David pulled up a clip on his laptop. You lost your train of thought when David hit play. It was the bit with Cindy again, but this time it was unedited. You noticed that David shifted nervously when he started the clip by saying Cindy had something to say to him and you noticed him glancing above the camera, into what you assumed was the rearview mirror, and how his eyes looked sadder after he did so. You noticed that David cut out the part right after she asked if he thought she was beautiful and he said she was. In the background you could see yourself, pouting and clearly upset about the situation. You were thankful that the sunglasses you were wearing had hidden your eye roll.

"David," you sighed, "What do you want me to say?"

"Natalie told me," he said quietly, and your eyes widen.

"Told you what exactly?" you asked, even though you knew exactly what Natalie told him.

"Please don't be mad at her," David begged. "I was talking to her last night because I was watching the clip again and I couldn’t stop thinking about your reaction when I said I thought Cindy was pretty," he hesitated, but you tilted your head, waiting for him to continue. "When she was saying that she liked me, I kept looking in the rearview mirror at you. As soon as she said she had a crush on me and I said I didn’t like her, I looked backwards, trying to make eye contact with you," David replayed the clip, pausing to where he briefly looked backwards, only for you to have ducked behind the seat, trying to avoid getting your reaction on camera. "I was trying to silently tell you that I was rejecting her because I like you," David sighed and you froze.

"You what?" you whispered.

"I like you," he repeated, and your heart skipped a beat. "And I didn't know how to say it before. But Natalie told me that you had a crush on me and you weren't going to say anything because you didn't want to get rejected or be embarrassed."

"God, I'm going to kill Natalie for telling you," you muttered, even though you couldn't be happier that she did.  

You and David spent the morning talking, David admitting that Natalie had been the one to give him the confidence to say something to you since he also had a fear of being rejected.

"Can I tell you something?" you asked, turning to David, who nodded. "Natalie wasn't wrong about me not wanting to say something because I was afraid of being embarrassed and rejected but it was more than that. I thought there was no way in hell you would like me when you reject girls like Cindy and Kelsey."

"What do you mean?" he questioned, confusion splashed across his face.

"David, they're Instagram models. Their job is to be pretty. Why would someone have a crush on me when they have Instagram models practically throwing themselves at them?"

"I would think that after I rejected a few of them, you'd get the hint that they aren't really my type," David chuckled.

"Well, I know that now. That counts for something, right?" You looked up at him. David nodded, placing one hand on your jaw and tilting your head up. He took a slow breath, staring into your eyes for second, before bringing his lips to yours for a brief moment. Your face flushed red and a smile naturally formed. You scooted closed to David and your lips met again. You wanted to keep kissing him forever.

[burnedbyshoto]

anon: The artist @franeridart answers all of their asks in one mass post with a read more link so maybe you could try that as well. That way you could answer everyones ask but not spam anyones dash with all of your replys

you genius anon, and you genius artist! I just feel like as of late I have been getting a lot more things in my askbox, and I dont want to overwhelm anyone with spam. so, I will be creating these! unless it’s for y’all thirsty hoes asking for extra parts or whatever from very recent posts, expect this to happen every so often! the rest will be below cut. also first time using photoshop? how’d I do yall??? and also like.... let me know if you like this idea??? if not i’ll just resort to spam :)

@your-parental-figure : IK BUT DETECTIVE GUY CONSIDERED BOTH TOKOYAMI AND KIRI TO BE ALL MIGJTS SUCCESSOR DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT MENT??? THAT MOMENT WATERED MY CROPS, CLEARED MY SKIN AND SOLVED WORLD HUNGER

oh season four episode one, you may have been a filler, but you made me so happy to watch. honestly ngl, I was pretty surprised when he said kiri, not because he has no potential, but because it seemed like the top 4 from the sports festival, bUT FUCK YEAH KIRI AND TOKOYAMI!!!!! IN A DIFFERENT WORLD IT COULDVE BEEN THEM!!!!!

anon: Makeup smut for villain Deku should be good. 100% tender, no chicken

honestly, my favorite thing at this point is seeing you all crumble in fear if i’ll even give you a happy ending, and tbh idk if it will be for villain!deku >:)

@ohmycolie: So it’s Saturday night and I’m just sitting at home 🤦🏼‍♀️ could you maybe do a scenario where Bakubaby and Kiri decide to bring Kami into their sexcapades and after their little adventure Kiri is like “can we keep him?” 🤤💕

hi bby, while I can imagine something of this sort I am only a “x reader” blog :( so while its good thirst, I won’t be writing anything about it, sorry :( ily tho!

@michealsheep: Honestly is shiggy ended me after an intense nut like that I’d just thank him

honestly, I want shiggy just to end me??? whatta way to go. death by fucking nut.

bigdickkiri: I don’t get ship wars. Why do people wanna be so mean? It’s so easy to not be a part of any a that.if everyone appropriately tagged their posts, blacklisted rags they don’t like and didn’t act bitchy then they wouldn’t be an issue. - bigdickkiri

neither do I honestly. they’re just people looking for drama at this point, and it’s like... come on... you’re 25... stop

bigdickkiri: What a fantastic evening to tell my favourite writers that I adore them and that they're amazing! Look after yourself and have a gorgeous day! ❤️💙❤️💙 - bigdickkiri

I’m literally the worst. but um, I adore you so much, and I think you’re amazing!!!!! its 2am rn, but I can’t sleep anyways

🍒💥anon: Girl, your blog is having a glo up!!! I love it!! So pretty 👌 How are you doing today? Are you taking care of yourself? *sending good vibes and virtual hugs your way* -🍒💥

teehee, thank you for noticing!!!!!! i’m not 100% happy with it rn, but I haven’t had the time to get it perfect!!! wait a few more weeks and when I have actual down time, im fixing it >:) also, I am doing well, a lot of caretaking today! I never take care of myseld! *accepts the good vibes and virtual hugs because I am touch starved*

anon: I'm part of the protect uraraka squad!!! ♡

me too boo! you wanna fight me on my mochi loving girl meet me on the corner of my fists and in your faCE!!!!! (is this considered cyberbullying?)

anon: WTF @ THAT ANGST I M SAD NOW

this was in regard to my fic “because of you” which I posted because I was in a crying mood. HAHAHAHAHA YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FEEL SAD I WINNNNNNNN

@joyfullydawn: I just wanted to say you're heccin' amazing??? The fact you named that roommate one "And they were roommates" I just--yes. This is more than ok. This is excellent. Please keep being awesome aaaa

and they were roommates was the first series I had, and the thing I did in celebration for 100 followers.... jesus that feels so long ago and not in fact less than two months ago!!!!!!!!!!! maybe I should reblog my old works so you newer lovely followers can read them!!!!!

anon: would u ever do a part 2 to under the mistletoe with aizawa? its so sad and i just want them to be HAPPY

I am planning on doing it!!!!! it’s in my requests, so no worriesssss ;)

hermana anon: hermana that todo angst 🥺🥺you’re literally the best angst writer jdjdbd

okay but for real do I write actually good angst??? asking for a friend..... and HGAIGHJIAORGHUOG THAKN YOU FOR THAT COMPLIMENT!!!! PLEASE RECOMMEND ME ANGST FICS BECAUSE I LOVE CRYINGGGG

🍒✨ anon: this has literally nothing to do with anything that’s on your account right now but do you think that dabi sends shoto happy birthday messages? i like to think he does because even if he’s a villain, he still lowkey care about his siblings - 🍒✨

this was from a very long ass time ago, and im sorry I never responded to you sparkle cherry anon, but I definitely do believe that he sends birthday cards. with his baby bro’s increase in his fangirl club, he now is unafraid to send shouto a card. its always the only one that catches shouto’s attention when he goes through them because they’re weirdly personal. shouto, being a smart yet dense idiot, believes its someone in the class pranking him.

~ I won’t be posting these messages, but they were from awhile ago when I was hitting a rough patch with my insecurity as a writer and my ability to give my all to you. there are many of you, 19 messages in total, where you told me why you loved my writing. I never responded to them because they make me cry even now looking back at them. to each and every anon, I thank you for saying those kind words. to @saladsharkz, @thecryingsombra, @olivenight17, @shutupwylow, @expressyourstarstruckrebel, and @awkward-theaterkid thank you as well. there is another non anon, but they asked not to be revealed. thank you so sososo much.

~ I will not be posting these as well, because again, drama from awhile ago. but this was in regard to the anon who did not like the kinklist I had created for kinktober. while now I think I am doing a pretty damn good job, and no one has said otherwise, to the 2 anons, @connors-my-boy, and bigdickkiri, thank you for fighting an anon that was never your responsibility to take <3

@w0w-s0-3dgy: u make me uwu so much🥺❤️ I LOVE YOUR PAGE BABE I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL!

BBY I LOVE YOU AND I AM DOING WELL NOW!!!!! THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY PAGE LITERALLY WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOU?!?!??!!

anon: You followed me and idk if it was just to be nice or if you want to be friends or what hdhakanskenebdhsiq

im starting to follow back people that make me happy. it’s been awhile since ive been on a followspree, but I follow you back when i see kind messages from you, when I see that you’ve liked so many of my horrible posts, when you reblog my things with the most amazing tags. I follow you because I want to be your friend, you’re always welcomed to be my friend!!! hell you can literally be like “bitch listen to this” and never once having spoken to me I will respond with “give me the fucking chisme my queen”

anon: *gives u an encouraging and comforting yeehaw*

now.... now I can conquer the world, thank you

anon: Hi! I love the way you're writing things for kinktober, and I'd personally love if you could reblog what you're writing multiple times because I'm at uni most of the day so I miss out on a lot. Pd. I absolutely adore your writing! Please keep up ❤

I AM TRYING TO REBLOG MY STORIES NOW BUT OMGNGSOUHFIPA YOU LIKE HOW I WRITE?!?!?!??!?!?!

heathers anon: Its the anon who sent the Dabi heather au. I send it because i know your popular and a lot of popular blogs check your blogs. And I honestly struggle with other blogs because they ignored most of my asks.

teehee, I appreciate you thinking im a popular blog and that other popular blogs check mine, but thats not true!!! sorry for never responding back, but i’m sure they’re not meaning to ignore you on purpose. there’s just so much happening things get buried!

@sinnaminsvga : we're both alyssa so it's really interesting to see the nicknames u use bc i see you use lyssa and i got the nickname ari and i think that's pretty neat how we both have the same name but wildly different nicknames

it don’t matter, we be alyssa twinsies!!!!!!!!!!

anon: I was just going through your master list, cause I’m in a stunning mood and why not make a good mood better? and I saw bakugous “sickness and that word I can’t spell” got hella happy for a sec CAUSE YES THAT WAS SO ADORABLE AND I LOVED IT. Then I remembered the heart shattering angst that came with Todos side. So like. Ily but you a meanie.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHA WE LOVE SUFFERING!!!!!! I just... really have a thing for angst it seems... don’t tell my followers though, im in denial over it...

[kastillia]

i still don't understand what the deal is with these fake team skull people

so they're referred to as punk girls and punk boys

but that girl i just talked to asked me not to call her a punk girl

???????

ok i'm gonna fight these trainers and return to that """"kahuna of route 12""""

gasp! secret beach

there are so! many!! slowpokes here!!!

what are they doing!!

nothing

they're not doing a gosh darn thing

back to that first guy........... :^)

how's that!! coming from someone who's beaten two real kahunas!!!!

i'm sorry that was mean

seriously though don't throw around that title you can't just appoint yourself the kahuna that's not how it works

thanks for that thing you gave me though

i already forgot what it was

there's a fork in the road and if playing video games has told me anything, the main quest follows the main path, so i'm just gonna take a detour to this......place first

oh! there's a building here!

THERE'S ALSO A PHOTO SPOT!!

......magnetons don't get much love

but that tiny poke running across the roof does :>

SO DOES THAT ELEKID WHEN IT DOES THAT LITTLE VICTORY POSE

these are so cute i love them

into the building!

i

what

professor oak is here again

.............and he's gone

what is his deal??? is he just some otherworldly being that appears, talks at me, gives me a thing, and then says "fill that pokedex!" before disappearing again????

whatever i'm gonna go talk to this magnemite

you know what, they didn't say anything useful but at least they didn't disappEAR ON ME......PROFESSOR OAK

what does this guy have to say

oh the lights went out

thanks magnemite

oh wait i still need to evolve that meowth into a persian.............

ok back to the pokecenter to take him out of the box........actually wait no, that meowth is chilling in the hot springs island at the poke pelago

level 25........ok let's train at.... the gardens...........?

what are all these people doing here

why are they blocking the bridge

.........i mean i guess i could just go around but??? whatever i guess

nice. i won a gold nugget

wait a second

h-hey! dude! you're talking so fast you ain't even giving me a chance to answer???

team rocket???? how old are you????

oh

awww they were larping

cute

give me an option to join team skull 'cause i'll do it! i'm even dressed the part. literally everything i'm wearing is black. i am the exact opposite of lillie.

ok training training training and feeding meowth pokebeans to get that friendship up aaaaaand evolve!

...........oh

oh he looks like garfield......

i'm gonna fly back to akala for a sec

ok! i have returned with garfield

hello professor is this the persian you were looking for

oh! that's not kanto oak......i don't remember where he said he was from. the kalos region? idr

aaaaand he disappeared again

thanks

ok back to plot

AYYYY IT'S HAU!!! how did you get here did you also get a mud horse mount

IT'S! IT'S!!!!

GLADION!!!!!!!

oh no team skull are looking for nebby

hau why are you so bad at keeping secrets pffffft

DON'T WORRY GLADION I'LL PROTECT LILLIE AND NEBBY

I CAN'T SAY THE SAME FOR HAU THOUGH but he'll try probably

WAIT!! GLADION WAIT DON'T LEAVE!!! CAN WE BE FRIENDS YET?????

........he's gone :<

alright let's see what's inside that door you came out of

it's another one of those residential places!! did he change locations?? o:

.....what? these ladies are talking about someone leaving their poke behind

gladion wouldn't do that

oh there's a stufful here!

WHO LEFT THEIR POOR STUFFUL HERE ALL ALONE??? I'LL ADOPT THEM

so i guess this is like a mini town?? there aren't any shops here and the pokecenter is the next map over.......just a bunch of caravans

ohhh........a caravan park..... duh

this hiker feels like he's being watched.........

wow really

there's just an oranguru creepily staring at him from behind a caravan

oh! that's a member of team skull! he's standing guard...........actually he's squatting guard

and inside the caravan is another member of team skull! i love how we're just having a casual conversation but she's still making all those over-the-top movements

i love you guys

into the next caravan!

it's a punk!!! sorry i meant, it's a fake team skull member

he's understandably shocked that i just barged in

YEAH LET'S FIGHT

oh he doesn't want to any more........ok bye

to the pokecenter!

there's a guy that wants to trade his graveler for a haunter.......i don't......have one yet......

i have a level 10 gastly though do you want that? no? ok

my next trial is the ghost trial though so maybe i can catch a haunter for you

i can see where my next objective is but let me just.........roam around first......

here is an ace trainer

"alola?"

yes hello! oh it's a battle

oh he's sending out a sandshrew that's cool i have my leafeon up frONT OH WAIT IT'S AN ALOLAN SANDSHREW

IT'S JUST AN IGLOO WITH A FACE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok ok razz you're up but omg i love it i need to catch one

i defeated the ace trainer :>

"alola..."

i'm not sure that's how you're supposed to use that word but ok

i talked to him again

"alola!"

apparently alola is the only thing he can say

there is another beach area!

there is a fisherman here who keeps talking about a strange guy in a kimono but he's not here right now......hmmmm

dang gosh it why are there all these rOCKS IN THE OCEAN WHY CAN'T MY LAPRAS BREAK THEM I WANT TO EXPLORE O:<

ok fine i'll go down this other path to that abandoned shopping facility or whatever

ooooooooooo so spoopy

oh oops that's a trainer

guess i have to look for the rest of them

oh that's one of those guide people! .......this is a trial site??? oh........ oh the ghost trial.......... at an abandoned shopping mall........... i get it

i found a fisherman!

y-yes....this fishing pole was a gift from lana.....

"maybe if i had a fishing pole made by captain lana, i would have won..."

maybe if i beat you with water pokemon, but i didn't so uhh......unlikely

um.....no.... this fishing pole is not actually lana herself.........

alright lapras, into the ocean. let's get away from this guy.

"the reason i don't ride a lapras is because i can swim faster than a lapras!"

ok?? good to know??

can i just say

i will be sorely disappointed if there are no swimmers named akihiko bc i can't help but think of that dumb meat-head every time i run into a swimmer

ok back to the flag........aether house or something idk

it's all white

there's........an oranguru at the receptionist desk???

oh hi hau

oH HI KIDS WE'RE NOT INTRUDERS IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR

well i mean if you're gonna challenge me to a fight then i won't say no

........sorry for beating up your poke

gndfjskhfdjsk

that little girl's yungoos keeps biting hau

oh! acerola!!

didn't you go shopping with lillie??? where is she.......did she get lost again.......

OH SHE'S THE GHOST TRIAL CAPTAIN!

i guess there's a kinda ghostly vibe about her??

well i guess i'll get going

hau, you coming?

"these ankle biters are kinda growing on me. i might stick around a little longer"

ah. alright i'll be going then.

IT'S LILLIE

IT'S ALSO A TEAM SKULL GRUNT

no her bag didn't move you're just seeing things pfffft I'LL SAVE YOU LILLIE

oops i am like 12 levels higher than all the trainers around here

QUIT PICKING ON PEOPLE WHO CAN'T FIGHT BACK YA BIG BULLIES

awww she bought me gifts!! lillie you're the best ily

alright time for the ghost trial!!

.......i don't have any ghost or dark type pokes..........

well i mean i have keaton and he has crunch.......yuki told me that'd be enough, so let's get this show on the road!!

oh! the objective of this trial is to take photos! i'm good at that!! i've been practicing!!! :>

ohhh..........ohhh i see

this is very spoopy

THAT CONVEYOR BELT STARTED MOVING BY ITSELF!!!

hi gastly

i?

what??

pikachu??? what are you doing in here???

THAT TROLLEY IS MOVING!!!

helloooooo haunter

i'll be back to catch you later so i can trade you to that one guy with a graveler

........there's that pikachu again....

OH GOOD GOLLY GOSH THOSE POKE PLUSHIES ARE FLOATING!!!!!!!

heeey-

what

where are you

oh, it's gengar!

wh-what...... rotom!! don't give me an "mmhmm!" let me battle it!! dang gosh it where did it disappear to now????

ok i got it

pikachuuuu what are you doing in here it's too spoopy for the likes of youuuuu

O:

the door unlocked!

well the only logical step is to enter......

the pokefinder fired up on it's own!

alright what are we dealing with here.......

no........nope..........there's a pikachu poster.........

there ain't anything floating around here, so then........

..........................

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD IT'S A MIMIKYU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aw heck i don't wanna fight it i wanna catch it........

alright, keaton! use crunch!!

wait

shouldn't that be super effective why isn't it doing an--

fdsjkghflskdjjbvhsknd

the pikachu head just falls back gndfshjdksghj

"mimikyu's disguise has been busted!"

oh my god let me have them please please please

aww i'm sorry mimikyu but it had to be done for me to complete the trial.........

i want one

trial complete!!

............and back in we go to catch some pokes :^)