#it’s more than that tho it’s my school it’s my friends I almost panicked when I realized I couldn’t remember my kindergarten teachers first

[greenvillainredemption]

I’m not afraid of like physically aging, but I am afraid of getting further away from my childhood ;-;

[paalove]

you asked for prompts? maybe Ayan and akk, just a little something fluffy. Akk becoming more confident in how to express his feelings and aye sometimes cant handle that, when akk just takes what he wants

even more than most of my other prompts, i mostly took inspiration from this one and ended up somewhere, just, entirely different, so the part that completely departs from the prompt is under the cut. it IS all fluff tho haha

(also on ao3!!)

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“You’ll do great, I know it,” he tells Akk.

He doesn’t get back the stoic, “I’ll try,” he normally does before exams – Aye knows this conversation by heart, by now, so he’s got his mouth open to answer by the time he realises what Akk’s actually saying.

Cute, wide grin on his face, Akk is nodding and saying, “I think I might, yeah. I feel good about these ones!”

And, Aye’s mouth still hanging open, Akk leans in to kiss him on the cheek.

Then Akk pauses, and Aye thinks he’s decided to go in for the full routine for a second – he doesn’t often do it without Aye insisting, but considering the peppy grin and the frankly unprecedented excitement for a test it would not surprise Aye now – but instead he purses his lips jokingly, tilts his head, and places his open palm under Aye’s chin.

Feeling his mouth be tilted closed by this alien creature who has taken Akk’s place, Aye just lets it happen, blinking rapidly as he stares at the way Akk’s eyes crinkle with amusement and delight.

When he’s got Aye’s mouth closed, Akk leans in, presses a quick, closed-mouth kiss to Aye’s lips, and follows the rest of his classmates into the exam.

Most of them aren’t looking at Aye; that’s good.

It would probably be embarrassing if they saw him standing there, bewildered and flustered, because his boyfriend of over a year kissed him.

He’s just-

Since when is Akk this confident?

Before his midterms he was up almost all night, not studying so much as panicking, and Aye throwing a blanket over his head five hours before the first one was the only reason Akk got any sleep at all; walking out of those he was nearly crying.

That whole thing was so bad he changed faculties, and that was the last set of tests, so this is really, really unexpected.

As is Akk kissing him first in public like that.

Surrounded by his own classmates!

So instead of heading to a nearby café and waiting for the I’m done text, Aye parks himself on the bench right outside the room and waits, wondering.

Okay, he remembers, the tests back in school were kind of different – there was no near-crying (not from Akk, anyway) and other stuff was going on that made the crying more likely, if anything – but even back then, Akk went in with a sort of grim determination, not… this.

Akk is good in school. He used to be good at tests, too. It’s just that he pretty much always feels the weight of every expectation and possible negative consequence on him at once, all the time, and tests are things with a lot of expectations riding on them and even more possible negative consequences, and Akk has always been, just, obviously and excruciatingly aware of it.

So.

Aye’s kind of lost.

The kissing part was nice, of course, but it feeds into the whole Akk’s being weird thing because Akk does love kissing Aye, yeah, obviously, and he’s sweet and affectionate and very kissy but only with Aye and around the friends they know really well, not just… out in the open, right before a test.

He gets shy when he gets stressed!

What has happened.

The thoughts stop feeling new after a while, because tests are even longer when you’re sitting outside them waiting to end and it’s not like any of these changes are actively concerning or anything, so Aye’s actually just playing Candy Crush when the doors open to let out the first early-finisher.

He blinks, looks up, doesn’t recognise this one of Akk’s classmates; they smile at him, though, so he smiles and waves back before checking the time.

A whole hour to go.

He’s demolishing another level pretty mindlessly, still playing back the cheek kiss-chin close-mouth kiss routine in his head, when he hears a happy, “Aye!”

When Aye looks up, it’s to a couple of people Aye still doesn’t recognise making shushing motions to Akk, who loudly whispers an apology to the now-closed door.

Akk has left his exam early.

With friends.

He doesn’t look distressed about it.

Turning his phone off and shoving it in his pocket, Aye raises his eyebrows and folds his arms and says, “Come here,” then pouts his lips in only semi-exaggerated fashion, because Akk’s still trying to make a good impression on his new classmates.

The wide-eyed ‘oops, I was loud’ face Akk had been wearing melts into the fake-embarrassed sincerely-delighted smile that always has Akk’s eyes focused on the sky and Kan jeering at him – there’s no Kan here now but the tiny girl to Akk’s right laughs quietly.

In a whisper, she tells Akk, “Guess we lost you,” and both of Akk’s classmates depart with waves.

Akk walks over to Aye and stands over him, smiling.

Not standing, Aye nods to the place next to him on the bench and says, “Sit down with me.”

“Mn,” Akk replies.

He’s still smiling and it’s one of his real, truly happy ones, so Aye does quickly take a picture to make him roll his eyes before he takes hold of Akk’s chin, this time, and starts tilting his head back and forth, staring intently.

Akk tolerates it, putting a hand on Aye’s forearm and stroking up and down it but not interfering with Aye’s examination.

Eventually, though, Akk starts to giggle, and whispers, “Aye, what,” as Aye keeps looking.

“Hm?” asks Aye, still staring.

“Is there something on my face,” Akk says, pushing Aye’s hand just a little bit away.

Aye takes advantage of the motion and exaggerates its effect, falling backwards – as Akk gasps, he brings his hands up to catch Aye and pull him back in.

This gives Aye the opportunity to flip around onto his back and, more importantly, onto Akk’s lap.

“Oh,” says Akk. “I see.”

He’s laughing – probably at Aye, but whatever, Aye won that, he settles in happily and stares up at Akk from a new angle as he explains, “We aren’t leaving this bench until you,” he pokes at Akk’s chest, which is weird at this angle, “Tell me who you are and what you’ve done with my boyfriend. Akk doesn’t like exams. I get excited for exams.”

Akk probably rolls his eyes, but the nice thing about this angle is that it’s hard to tell, so Aye graciously ignores it.

Someone walks past, and Akk raises a hand to wave to them; Aye catches the hand in his own as it comes back down, and he winds their fingers together over his own chest.

“Aye,” Akk fake-sighs at him, “You literally helped me decide to switch faculties. You helped me pick Education! Didn’t you think I’d like it, Aye?”

Picking the new faculty had been… tough.

The crisis after his last Engineering exams had been real and it had been building for a while and it had been so hard for Aye to watch and to help him through, quieter and less violent than the first crisis he saw Akk in but with such strong echoes it was sometimes hard for Aye to breathe.

He’d been happy that Akk wanted to change, after all that, instead of trying desperately to bulldoze his way through; it was proof of Akk’s growth. There had been lists of pros and cons and possible options and when the final decision was made-

This isn’t the time to think about Akk softly, shyly suggesting that Teacher Dika, that Uncle Di was the kind of person he wanted to model his life on. It’s mean of Akk to bring that up right now.

But it’s so nice when Akk’s happy. He smiles like that, all wide and real and pretty, and he sounds so open and-

Aye’s sitting in the sunlight, real and metaphorical, and he’s staring at his boyfriend’s face, which is bent over him so he can, actually, look at it properly now, which is one of Aye’s favourite hobbies, okay, so it’s not his fault he forgets to answer.

But Akk laughs at him and makes a conceding, “Uh,” noise and adds, “I didn’t actually like the test, it’s still stressful. I’m just,” he sighs and tilts his face back to the sun, which is unfair to Aye, and after considering for a minute, finishes with, “Relieved. I’m happy to come out of a test and be pretty sure I did okay, after what happened a few months ago.”

“I love you,” Aye says, because even the chin which is the only part he can actually see of Akk right now is beautiful and they’re on track, things are on track, even the weird things are hopeful and good.

Because Akk’s actually a terrible boyfriend, he says, “Yeah, I know, you’re so clingy.”

Five minutes later, they’re apologising to an unimpressed professor – that good impression project of Akk’s might be a little fucked.

Oops.

[bigbumder96]

‘and who’s gonna kiss the brown haired girls?’

*flashbacks to the time in year 8 where me and my bsf i had a huge crush on accidentally kissed brown haired me. it was an accident but i hold that moment very close to my heart. i think we almost kissed again but i panicked and nose exhaled on her face. i could be imagining that tho. idk i just remember our faces were very close and then she pulled her head away after i exhaled in her face😭tbh i dont even remember if we were on her floor or on a chair or whatever. i remember she also kept kissing my forehead and cheek. she used to do it quite a lot tbf. she stopped eventually tho🙁. i dont even like her anymore. i just miss how she made me feel. kissing ur friends cheeks/foreheads is 100% casual but i feel as tho theres was SOME sort of tension perchance??? idk man😞 i despise doing casual things with friends u have crushes on, like we went on a school trip to southend this year and she let me sleep on her shoulder while we held hands. that is incredibly platonic nd casual, literally all the girls in my class were doing it, but i think i regained feelings for her in that very moment. another time we slow danced to a careless whisper. it was in a kind of jokey way but the ‘we could’ve been so good together’ lyric just rattles around in my brain. anyways do u lot remember the scene from that gl japanese movie called blue where the girl held the other girls hand and just started running? she done that to me once cuz i was sad☹️ we had known eachother for like a month + it was raining but omfg those first 6 months of friendship was so £2&3&/&:&&;😢😢😢. on the birthday where i first knew her, she invited me round and she done my hair while we listened to music !!! i still have the star hairclip she used somewhere (+ a hairbow from anther time!) , and i now cant listen to honey - halsey (literally her song) or training wheels - felony martinez (🤢) without thinking of her. i think she admitted she used to like me though.. idk we were having a sleepover and i tried so hard to tell her that i also used to like her but i literally just froze and didnt say another word for the rest of the night😭 she just randomly told me when were making bracelets? then we watched the whole season 3 of this country while i internally combusted? she was so bored of my silence but idec cuz the next morning we finished the episode of this country and she fell back asleep and omfg the sun fell on her so perfectly, she genuinely looked like a goddess. i have trouble remembering stuff photographically but i remember everything about her in that moment. before that i was STILL processing everything, and when im nervous i tend to bite the skin around my nails, but because i was near someone i didnt want to put my fingers in my mouth so i js picked it with my fingernail, and she held my hand to stop me from picking it⁉️. ever since then tho ive been terrified of sleepovers (always have tho tbf.) but it was even worse cuz we went bowling with some friends before that, and i was sad cuz she was all over the girl who we both hated and clearly found her more funnier/interesting than me😞😞 the sleepover mightve gone better if there was no bowling, cuz my social battery was completely depleted + i was kinda struggling at the time and when im sad i find it impossible to speak😭 things were genuinely casual tho, like im not even oblivious or in denial or anything, im wearing rose tinted glasses and making things sound so much more romantic then they actually were, ntm we were only 12-13😭 im still friends w her now and omg shes slowly destroying me piece by piece but im too far in at this point😞✊*

[lemonandlime22]

Can request more bitey child but with Floyd, jade and the scarabia duo please. You can ignore this is you want. Ps I love your writing it makes me smile and every time. And it helps when my depression get really bad.

Floyd, Jade, Kalim, and Jamil with a scrawny and bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): llllloooonnngggg sry

A/N: omg!!! you are far too sweet! Im crying!! so is my friend! i showed them

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Floyd

In all honesty he hadn't heard of a child at NRC at all

which is surprising because you are pretty popular

popular in a crypted sort of way

people talk about you like an urban legend, an omen, a warning, etc.

Anyway,

when he found out about your vibe check was when he saw you performed it on crocodile (Sebek) for the 10th time, which I'll talk about in his if I do it.

He thought it was funny and very interesting and instantly told Jade.

Now something about the tweels is that their bad vibe can be sensed by babies, small children, and animals within a 65 foot radius of either of them

so you, being a small child, could feel Floyds almost instantly but you had no idea where it was coming, so you just bit Sebek harder.

Don't worry tho, you do get to bite him later on

which he thought was kinda cute and a little annoying

he did notice that your bite is weaker than it could be, probably because you don't have pointy teeth, so he decided to give you some tips

Overall, ✩ new sibling acquired ✩

Jade

Similarly with Azul, he had heard of you and your biting habit, from Floyd, before he personally met you

he thought it was amusing to see a probably human child have such an affinity for something like this,

its far more common for best men children and mer, any type, children to do something like that.

When you try to bite him for the first time, it didn't go so well

keyword: Try.

He was making his way to class when he heard small lil, almost inaudible, footsteps

glancing behind him, he saw a small child, he was shocked but remembered the bitey child Floyd had told him about.

But he didn't want to get bit, not rn at least, so he just moved out of the way in the last second, which shocked you but you tried again

and failed, again.

This went on for a few minutes with you trying to bite him and him dodging

now not being able to assert your dominance to something big scary and dangerous was very new, you can't really name a time when you couldn't bite someone

so you did the next best thing you could

cry, either for help or out of fear.

So imagine Jade's surprise to seeing a once very motivated child trying to bite him, now out of breath and crying

he had no idea what to do, another new thing to happen today,

but thankfully another student came along to calm you down.

Overall, He doesn't have much of an opinion of you rn, but he is considering letting you bite him just once so you can stop avoiding him and crying anytime you couldn't, it was getting annoying.

Kalim

Kailm, had also heard of you before he met you

tho he didn't know about your biteyness

all he knew is that there was a child living in the abandoned dorm

he did really want to meet you, it been a while since he could spoil a little kid, but for some reason, Jamil would always remind him of things he needed to do right before he was going to visit you

weird but probably just a coincidence.

But, lucky him, when he was making his way to class he heard very loud panicked crying

now he is very much acquainted with this type of crying due to him having over 30 little siblings

so he knew instantly that it was coming from a child

and being one of the only decent people in this godforsaken school, he went to help the small child.

when he got to them he kneeled down and opened his arms

but before he could say anything, they just hugged him

didn't move their hands to see who it was

didn't stop crying

nothing

he didn't mind it tho and happily hugged you back, an started comforting you.

After calming you down, he invited you to a feast after school where you ate as much as your little stomach could hold, and Grim way more than his could.

He also let you stay the night and gifted you some small toys and trinkets.

Overall, he enjoys your company and likes to spoil you with gifts, whether that be food or toys. Like Trey, you remind him of his little siblings and hanging out with you makes him feel a bit more at home.

Jamil

Jamil had heard of you pretty early compared to the Tweels and Kalim

he also saw you bite random students early on too.

Now, I don't know if I've mentioned this yet, but,

no one knows why you bite people

some people have their theories but the majority think your just some crazy kid that bites people at random.

Jamil is a part of the majority on this, so he makes sure to keep you far away from Kalim and himself

I mean who knows the number of germs a small child like you would have in their mouth.

This obviously fails, though he was relieved to hear you hadn't bit Kalim

he thought he was also in the clear

wwweeeeellllllllllllllllllllllll,

he was wrong.

You bit his hand as soon as Kalm left the room

ngl, the reason you bit him was partly because you were stressed from not being able the bite Jade earlier and being in a new place.

Anyway,

he wanted to use his unique magic on you but you had ran to find Kailm before he could.

Overall, like most, he's curious as to why you do this and if he had more free time he might try and find out, but he don't so. For a long time he found you very annoying, but who knows what could happen.

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[goldandlights]

(Hello, Dadzawa & Shinson is now my life and I need to write some of this shit down before I combust)

Shinsou gets injured during training with Aizawa.

It's not super bad, just a black eye that looks way worse than it feels, yet after all the lectures Aizawa gave him on not training when you're injured or sick, Shinsou fully expects their next session to be postponed.

It's not.

He gets a text telling him they'll meet up at the same time as always, but to arrive in his normal clothes & ID since they'll be "relocating" the training to somewhere else.

Which is kinda odd? They've never left school grounds for training before. Shinsou does not dwell on it tho 'cause he's more concerned about the fact that sparring will be hell if he can only see out of one eye and every movement makes his face throb with pain.

Maybe it's gonna be a lesson about fighting while handicapped?

The thought doesn't sit quite right with him but he's not going to question his sensei. He can push through a little discomfort if it brings him closer to his goal and makes Aizawa proud.

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Aizawa's actual plan?

Taking the kid out for a meal.

He'd wanted to do that for a while anyway, ever since he noted some concerning patterns in Shinsou's behaviour. The more time they spent together, the more the teen let his guard down and the more cracks appeared in his standoffish facade. Cracks forming an unfortunately familiar pattern which Aizawa had witnessed in a couple of students before (including a certain bi-colored problem child currently in his 1A class).

Maybe a change of scenery would allow for some gentle probing about Shinsou's home life.

It was just his job, right?

If anyone (besides Hizashi) asked, he'd deny the guilt coiling in his stomach, spurring his decision. Though it was not desireable, students got hurt during training and since it had been a honest accident, with noone at fault, there was no logical reason to feel so upset over it.

But feel he did, unfortunately very strongly, when the rock shot out from under the training robots wheels and smacked Shinsou straight in the face.

It hit his cheekbone, not the eyesocket or the side of his head, which was lucky, but Aizawa's heart still clenched at hearing the youths quiet whimpers as he pressed an ice pack to his eye.

It just seemed right to treat him to something nice after that, not coddling at all. No. He's not in the process of developing a truly massive soft spot for the kid. Nope-

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(Sue me but I'm 100% gone for Aizawa (or Erasermic) kidnapping an unsuspecting Shinsou for a nice meal. It's the most basic parental instinct, right? Providing food? And ngl I'm firmly subscribed to the hc that Shinsou's foster home is neglectful af, at least towards him.

His foster parents don't give a shit about his training (they don't believe he can make it) and refuse to give him bigger portions at mealtimes. Thus, Shinsou has to use up almost all of his allowance for food, which leaves very little for other necessities like school supplies and clothing.

The only time he ever goes out to eat in restaurants is... never, actually. He'd always prepared his own meals for school trips and has no friend group who'd invite him along.

So I figure Aizawa sitting him down in a random ramen shop and telling him to order whatever he wants is sufficient to throw him entirely off his game.

Shame burns in his belly, up his throat, when he has to tell Aizawa that he can't, that he's flat-out broke and couldn't even afford an appetizer without having to go hungry some other day. Not that he actually says all that. Aizawa can read the sentiment from his pale, panicked face.

Shinsou watches the realization flit over his sensei's face and has to turn away lest he start crying (or throwing up or both).

"I said it's my treat, didn't I?" Aizawa's gruff voice breaks through his spiraling thoughts, "So pick. And try the gyoza, they're really good."

In the end, Aizawa doesn't let him get away with anything less than a full three-part meal, including the option for extra veggies in his soup, and once the food arrives Shinsou yields to his rumbling stomach, digging in with great enthusiasm.

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They don't talk much afterall. (Though Shouta supposes Shinsou's initial distress has already said plenty.)

The kid eats like he's never had anything this good before and though he winces every time the movement of his mouth pulls at the injured skin around his eye, he finishes in record time, not letting anything go to waste.

The teen is flushed and happy, a dopey, lopside smile on his face Shouta has not seen before and he mentally sighs at the answering warmth filling his own chest. It's always nice to do something good for his students but this kid hits different.

'Zashi was right. Of course he was. He's gonna be insufferable for days.

In the time it takes Shota to finish his own dessert, Shinsou's eyes go from glittering excitement to droopy to half-closed. Aizawa grins openly.

Food coma.

As he signals the waiter for the bill, Shouta does not think about what he learned tonight. The teens initial distress. The shocked wonder battling suspicion when he realized Aizawa was serious about paying for his meal. Shouta hadn't wanted to kick the kid when he was down by asking him if he'd never been in a damn restaurant before. No, Shouta does not allow himself to think about these things now because he'll have plenty of time to gnaw on them at home.

Where Hizashi is likely already waiting to hear how it went. It's more productive to worry together rather than alone.

For now, Shouta has to maneuver a half-asleep teen safely out of the door (without leaving any of their things behind) and into his car. He does not ask the address of Shinsou's foster home.

He's read the childs file enough to know it by heart.

"Hey, kid."

"Mmh?"

"You like cats, right?"

"Wuh- yes? But I never like, had one. None... nowhere I lived had any pets."

"Hm. You ever been to a cat cafe before?"

"No. I didn't even know there was one..."

"There is. Wanna go?"

[twinklelilstarkey]

poly rafe and topper. beach sex?

A/N: I decided to make it a headcanon, since, for some reason, I couldn’t write that great for it to be an imagine. I’m sorry. *It's very long tho*

Sex on the beach [HC]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader x Topper Thornton

Words: 3.5k+

Type: Smut

Warnings: Minors DNI. ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND ABOVE! Female!Reader. Mentions of smoking weed. SMUT (threesome; oral [male receiving]; choking; sort of public sex; praise kink; mentions of bodily fluids; and slight overstimulation).

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

You're not exactly someone that likes the idea of public sex.

Okay, ignore the day at the cinema. That's different, you were too horny that day.

You just don't like the idea of being surrounded by people when you're doing the nasty.

Just... no.

So, when Rafe told you about wanting to have sex at the beach at least once in his life, you were more than spectacle about it.

Topper seemed fine with it and even excited to do it, so it really put all the pressure on you

Yet, even though you felt the need to give them an answer, both of them didn't push you to do anything, like they never do.

So, it was sort of forgotten.

Rafe had presented that idea around winter, so nobody really was thinking about doing anything during way too low temperatures and risk having hypothermia.

Yet, the idea came back to your head when the days started to get warmer.

You were just being driven to school by Rafe, sharing the passenger's seat with Topper when you decided to ask:

"When you say that you want to have beach sex... Do you mean anywhere on the beach, or somewhere more private?"

Rafe swears to God that he almost crashed right there on that second, but he was able to get full control of the car again a second later.

You were scolded by both of them between your embarrassed yet panicked giggles, as they said things such as:

"You can't say things like that while I'm driving!"

"We could've crashed!"

You ended up all getting to school before you even got your answer, but you also weren't scared of talking about it in a parking lot.

"So...?"

"So what?"

"You didn't answer my question."

With an arm over your shoulders as you held Top's hand, Rafe leaned in a bit to keep his voice low.

"I like the thrill of getting caught, not the actual getting caught."

"So, the second option?"

"Why? Are you considering it?"

Oh, the smile Rafe gave you as Topper asked that question.

"Maybe." You shrugged.

Both of the guys shared a look and soon you three reached the doors of the school. Exactly when you all had to go your separate ways.

After sharing kisses due to not being able to see each other until lunch, Rafe smacked your ass as you walked away while saying loudly.

"Think very well about it!"

Oh, and you did.

That day, you could not, for the life of you, concentrate in class. All you did was think about it a bit too much. You were fidgety on your chair. Legs crossed to try and control yourself.

All you could think about was every single thing you three could do at the beach. Even though the sand doesn't sound that comfortable, the idea of being taken by your two boyfriends over it made everything sound even too good to be possible.

All of that while Rafe and Topper only shared smiles between mutual classes as if to say 'it's about to happen' with just a look.

By lunch, you felt awful. You had to fight your own mind the whole day to try and focus on your classes, yet at the same time think about your needs and wants.

You sat, like every day, with the boys before actually eating just to have some sort of communication. Rafe had taken your favorite seat, so you took a seat over one of his legs instead.

Some of your friends were also at the table, and you were able to greet them sweetly to the best of your ability.

You honestly felt like you were going insane.

Rafe noticed how much you were moving over his leg or how less you were eating. Yet, he didn't say anything.

At that same hour, you made your decision.

You are going to have god damn sex on the beach.

Happy with your decision, you went on with your day. Letting the idea of future possible actions marinate in your head.

Only after classes, when you were standing by Rafe's truck, you decided to say it out loud.

"I've made my decision."

You three were getting in the truck as you said it, so that made Rafe stop from hopping into the driver's seat and Topper from the backseat.

"What did you say?"

You sat in silence, a little smile appearing on your face as you did it, and the two guys jumped in, slamming their doors in excitement.

"I've made my decision." You repeated.

"And..." Rafe said.

"And..." You add suspense, making the two boys look at you with more widened eyes. "I think I would be open to trying it."

Rafe and Topper felt like shouting in celebration on that same second. God, even do a cartwheel if that was needed. They were so excited.

But they played it cool.

"Okay..." Rafe had mumbled at you while nodding slowly, "Good to know."

If you hadn't known him for so long, you would've thought he wasn't interested in it anymore, but he's a faker by heart.

"When are we going to do it?" You asked, eyeing the gloomy sky over the car.

The boys put their excitement behind them and the three of you decide to do it whenever OBX stops having bipolar weather and actually gets warmer. Putting everyone's comfort and safety first.

And until then, you three had to suffer simply with the idea in your minds.

"Suffer" as in your relationship's way to do so, aka having sex like any other day but with another ideal location in mind.

The wait is not as bad as you thought it would be. OBX might have serious problems in having stable weather changes, but when summer approaches, it comes at full speed with very overwhelming temperatures.

That also means: everyone starts going to the beach after school and tourons emerge out of nowhere.

So, yeah. With now clear skies and hot sun under your heads, all you have to worry about now is: where in the heck are you three even going to find a spot to have sex?

Quite an interesting activity, to be quite honest.

You go to the beach with your friends, you look at the trees not too far and tilt in your head, and ask yourself mentally: "Maybe?"

Rafe goes fishing with his dad, stops at someone's port to go get extra supplies, and sees the bushes that meet the sides of the house of his father's friend, which has a beach as their backyard. "Could be possible."

Topper goes out to have dinner with his family in the restaurant with a view to the sea and eyes the huge rock that blocks anyone's view at the other side of it. "Interesting."

It took you weeks to even go forward with it.

And today just seems to be the day.

Your large group of friends had planned a whole Saturday at the beach.

Begins as the sun rises, meets its middle around the bonfire, and ends on the next morning, head throbbing and with nausea due to being hungover.

It's a smaller beach, one that usually only Kooks hang out in - even though some tourons find their way in... something that isn't all that well received - so everything is pretty calm.

At the beginning of the day, when you first got to the beach, you didn't really think it would happen. It just felt too impossible after so many days of planning.

But nobody controls their thoughts after passing a few joints all-around a group of people.

With everyone more relaxed and calm, the evening seemed to go even better than you had expected.

But, that calmness also means that you stop worrying about a lot of things.

Things that have been worrying you for weeks.

You were talking to your friends, the sun was beginning to set, and your full-on attention was on Rafe and Topper in the distance. They had been in the water with some other people, they were laughing and having fun.

But, gosh, when they walked out of the water you felt like you were about to go insane.

Both of them with their shorts pretty low on their hips, dripping with water, skin glowing with the sun... Yeah, you went feral mode.

In your defense, you tried to play it cool in the first 15 minutes. Laughed as they ran after you and your dry-self with open arms and probably with freezing skin due to the water.

But, right after Topper caught you, hugged you, and even put you down, you looked at each other and it was almost as if he could read your mind.

"Where?"

You tilt your head over to your side and Topper looks over. Whatever direction you signed at.

It has at least 4 small storage cabins and the usual sight of thick bushes and trees that blocks any eyes of your friends from looking at what's behind them.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

You nod with a smile and he looks over at Rafe, who's staring at you confused as all hell.

"I'll go check it out. Talk to him." Topper tells you and you nod.

He lets go of you and you turn all the way back to Rafe. He gives you one of his usual sweet smiles and you give him a kiss.

"Do those bushes look comfortable to you?"

With a chuckle at how weird the question is, Rafe looks in the direction Topper disappeared to and his eyes widen.

"No way."

"Yes way." You nod.

You two are able to join Topper with not even a minute later and you were containing yourself from jumping around them in excitement.

Finally, the day that has been in your mind for so long has finally come.

You three stand in the, hopefully, completely hidden place and eyed what's around you. Just to check if you're about to get spooked midway through.

The tingling at your core has been getting worse and the fact that you're holding onto Rafe's hand is just making it worse.

"I think we're good." Topper says after doing a little walk around.

The boys share a look before looking down at you and you try not to crumble at their intense stare.

Topper's hands are the first ones to touch you. They touch your back softly while pulling you closer to him and you're the one to make your lips meet.

Rafe stands beside you as you do it, and eyes your body up and down, almost as if trying to decide where to start.

Topper's sweetness does a big contrast to Rafe's roughness, yet it's something you'll never get tired of.

Rafe carefully undoes the tie at the back of your neck, letting it gracefully fall off your chest and exposing your boobs to the breeze.

You pull away from the kiss and Rafe undoes the second tie in your back, letting your bikini top fall onto the ground.

His hands come up to hold your chin and head up to look at him, one of them wraps around your neck and tugs you closer to him.

Topper starts littering kisses on your shoulder and you almost whimper to try and finally kiss Rafe.

He smiles at your desperate stare and gives you a peck. You whine and he tightens his hold onto your neck, making it a tiny bit harder to breathe in.

Topper's hands hold onto the sides of your second part of the bikini and Rafe turns you to him as Topper starts pulling them down, slowly.

Way too slowly for your sanity.

Your hands rest onto Rafe's stomach as if to steady yourself and soon you feel Topper stand behind you.

With a hold on your hips, Topper makes you lean back into him and his hand soon finds your front.

Rafe reconnects your lips, yet this time, the kiss is almost rough enough to bruise. You moan against his lips, making your hands hold onto his sides with your nails as his continue squeeze your poor neck.

You let out a moan as you feel Topper's hand cup your pussy. He lays another kiss on your shoulder and soon he starts moving his fingers.

Rafe pulls away and you sigh, trying to look down at Topper's hand while Rafe still holds your head steady.

Almost as if to annoy you, Rafe looks down at where you can't and smiles widely. You whine at both Topper's slow touch and Rafe's teasing and that makes Rafe's darkened eyes go back to you.

"Who gets to fuck her?"

That shouldn't have made you moan, but you're too far gone in your world of bliss to even care.

"You go." Rafe tells Topper.

Topper lets go of you suddenly and Rafe gives you another peck on the lips.

"You wanna ride Topper, baby?" He asks against your lips.

You nod with the best of your ability and he smiles again.

"Get on it, then."

You hold onto Rafe's wrist and pull your head back slightly away from his grip. Almost hesitatingly.

Your eyes fall on Topper and he has just taken a seat on the ground and is taking his shorts off.

You straddle his lap before the shorts can even go down his upper thighs and he smiles at your eagerness.

Before starting, you lean down to give him a quick kiss and he gives your hips a squeeze.

Rafe stands beside the two of you, still with his shorts on, and you look up at him. He gives you a reassuring nod and you look back down at Topper.

With one hand, you hold onto Topper's hard cock and hold it at your entrance.

Your warmth and wetness are able to make Topper let out a moan. And as you slowly sink to meet his hips with yours, Rafe has to put his hand over your mouth.

Yes, you're well hidden but people can still hear you.

You stop moving as you sit over Topper's lap and Rafe takes out his hand over your mouth. You're breathing heavy already and you lean in to have a hand over Topper's stomach.

The boys wait patiently and as soon as you feel ready, your hips start to move and Rafe makes you hold yourself back up.

Topper throws his head back as you start moving up and down and your hand reaches the top of Rafe's shorts. You tug on them and his dick springs free, making you smile at him.

He studies you seriously as you carefully take ahold of his cock and his intense stare almost makes your movements on top of Topper slow down submissively.

Topper sits up to hold you closer to him and your fist finally closes around Rafe's cock.

His tip is leaking and your thumb carefully swipes over it to collect all of his precum. His mouth opens ever so slightly as you take your thumb over to your lips and offer him a grin while sucking on it.

Rafe takes ahold of the back of your head yet he doesn't push you to do anything. You lean in, on your own, and wrap your hand back up around the base of his dick.

He throws his head back in pleasure as you take his tip onto your mouth and that's when you realize that you have stopped moving over Topper.

And he's not even bothered by it. He lays kisses on your neck as you take Rafe deeper and deeper into your mouth, right in front of his eyes, and all while your pussy pulsates around him.

He sucks onto some of the sensitive skin on your neck and gives you slight bites as you continue to pull your head in closer to Rafe.

Rafe, even though he still has a hold on the back of your head, still lets you move at your own pace, but he looks away at the sight of you sitting still.

"Don't stop riding Topper, baby, come on." He tells you.

You follow his words and restart moving up and down, letting your body rise and fall back onto Topper's lap.

He lets out little whimpers close to your ear that honestly drives you even more insane.

You pull Rafe out of your mouth, letting your hand start doing the movements around him as you try to concentrate on keeping yourself steady and hold back your moans from Topper's dick inside of you.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Topper whimpers into your ear.

You bring your mouth back to Rafe and look up at him through your lashes. He meets your gaze and you give him a little nod.

At your sign, Rafe starts pushing your mouth towards him slowly. You hollow your cheeks and relax your throat, letting him do his thing.

Topper wraps both of his arms around your torso, forcing yourself to sit more harshly over him and you moan around Rafe.

He smiles after the sensation of the vibrations of your voice and he starts moving your head faster and more roughly.

You are not even doing anything. Topper has taken full control over your movements by the hold he has on you, and Rafe is fucking your mouth.

The pleasure that has been building up at the bottom of your tummy has doubled just with the thought of what's happening.

You can still hear people's voices in the distance, as well as their laughter.

The sand is a bit harsh on your knees and the sound of the sea, not too far from you, is enough to make reawake and understand what type of situation you three are in.

Yet the sudden thought of anyone coming to look for you just gives your head the little extra thought to send you overboard.

Rafe's eyes are closed, his movements only slow down whenever you gag over how forcefully he's hitting the back of your throat, and Topper is moaning close to your ear.

You grip onto Topper's hair as you feel close to reaching your peak and he pulls away to look at you.

"You can let go, princess." He whispers at you. "Don't worry about it."

Rafe reopens his eyes at his words and pulls your mouth away from him. He takes a look at you and you look down at where your body meets with Topper's.

Your clit continuously grazes over his pelvis and you feel getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

And you're squeezing him so tight that it's also starting to bring him over the edge.

Your muffled moans over Rafe's hand again, the way you're clinging onto his hair, the way your boobs are right by his face, bouncing with your body, the sounds of your wet pussy slapping against his him... He knows that he's close.

Rafe watches the two of you with his darkened eyes and right as you try and reopen your eyes from your building-up orgasm, your eyes meet his and you finally reach it.

Your moans get louder but Rafe's hand is just enough to muffle them enough and Topper accelerates slightly, riding out your orgasm and bringing his closer.

Your eyes never leave Rafe as you breathe heavily and his hand is tight over your mouth.

Topper's hold on you tightens and you drift your eyes over to him. Rafe uncovers your mouth and you bring Topper into a kiss. You muffle his moans with it and right as you do it, you feel the ropes of his cum coating your inner walls.

You pull away and he breathes heavily against your lips, looking at you with half-closed eyes, lost in the moment.

Rafe's hand, the one that has been sitting on the back of your head, moves, and pets your hair comfortingly.

You look up at him and your heart tightens at the fact that he hasn't even come yet and he's being all careful and soft with you. Very unlike him during these sorts of situations.

"Do you want me to ride you?"

Rafe considers saying 'no' due to you looking too tired, but your pulling onto his hand tells him otherwise.

"Sit." You tell him.

You lift from Topper's lap as Rafe sits down and you quickly straddle him. Your hands cup his face, seeing the soft look he has, and give him a kiss.

You slide him inside of you, not letting even one drop of Topper's cum drip off you, and you let your pussy adjust to his bigger size before starting to move.

Your mouth had already made Rafe get close to his peak, with all your moans and how far he was able to take you. But your pussy, god, Rafe already feels like he's falling apart.

You move at a rhythm similar to the one you were doing with Topper and you can already Rafe twitch inside of you.

"Come inside of me, please." You sigh in Rafe's ear.

He squeezes onto your waist, but not to hold you steady, if anything, it just to encourage you into moving further.

You bring him into a kiss just like Topper and then you feel him come. His face almost creates a frown and he holds onto you closer to him.

You slow down your movements as you feel his muscles spasm very, very slightly at the overstimulation under you.

Your sweaty chests are attached to one another and you close your eyes for a second as you feel him relax against you.

After a few seconds, you give him a peck on the lips and look over at Topper while Rafe rests his head onto your shoulder, feeling out of breath.

"Does this complete your wish?" Topper asks Rafe playfully.

He raises his head from your shoulder and looks at him.

"We can always go further whenever they all pass out." He answers while pointing at your friend group in the distance.

"What? Around the fire?" You ask.

"I heard having sex in the water is like in the pool." Topper lifts his eyebrows as he speaks.

Rafe looks at you in question and you can't help but laugh.

"You two are unbelievable."

Is this good? I'm never confident in my smut. I feel like I sped it up too much and gave it too much plot. 

Lmk what you think! (Pls)

[blushblushheadcanons]

Hi, I saw you headcannons and I love them! Can I request Eli, Anon, and Garret crushing on their childhood best friend Reader? Thank you!

first request 😭💖💖 ty anon for my life

hope you like it!!

♡ Eli, Anon & Garret x Childhood Best Friend Reader ♡

Eli

Lets be honest, his loud personality and need for attention probably aren't something new

So one day while he was clowning out in the playground trying to get people to notice him to no vail and he saw you just sitting by yourself, he didn't think twice

Was quick to declare that you two were best friends

Yes he bought you those matching half heart BFF necklaces that kind of fit into each other no i will not take criticism

You? Sad? On his watch? Lmao no

Doesn't show it, but will absolutely move heaven and hell if that will make you laugh. He can't straight up say that cause he has a reputation to keep, but you know

You're the only person he can let his guard down with. He doesn't feel the need to constantly put on an act and try to be more interesting or (what he considers) more "likeable" than he really is - you make him feel safe and like he can actually be himself for once.

That one friend that secretly threatens the person you're currently dating saying that if they hurt you he will drag their face on the fucking concrete

Speaking of which, he never seems to like whoever it is you're dating for some reason, and can't pinpoint why

Start talking about them and he gets all whiny about how you "don't love him anymore"

Soooo many sleepovers and self-care nights omg

Probably realized he liked you more than as a friend during one of those

You were fast asleep and he couldn't help but stare at you. Were you always this beautiful? How didn't he notice that before? The urge to kiss you at that moment was irresistible. You two have done so before while playing house when you were kids, so it's no big deal, right?

In the end, he decided against it, but the thought never left his mind

He's in denial for a good while (after all a hoe cant be catching feelings like that), but once he gets over it he has little to no restrains or shame

He already used to jokingly flirt with you, but oh god it got so much worse

Yknow that scene in Jennifer's Body where Jen says like "we can play boyfriend and girlfriend like we used to ;)" to Needy? Yeah, that

If you haven't kissed anyone yet, he will insist on being the first one. As practice, obviously

Anon

Ngl he fell for you the moment he saw you at the first day of school

He can be a little oblivious, so it took him a while to realize what those feelings were. He just knew you made him feel weird

Being a little bastard, he went for the good old "bully them as a form of flirting" method

He would actually be really mean at first, not liking how vulnerable he felt around you

Doesn't take long for it to evolve into just playful banter tho

Seeing you flustered or getting you to laugh at his stupid jokes always makes his heart skip a beat

Will bug you to come to his house after school for a "study session" which ends up in you two just playing video games for the entire evening

While you were still kids, you once absolutely destroyed his ass on a PVP game and while you were celebrating he couldn't help but admire you. God, you looked so happy and pretty, no wonder he loves you so muc-

...Wait, what?

Once those words ran across his mind, it was like a switch flipped inside his brain. Love. He mentally slaps himself. Of course that was it, how did he not realize it sooner?

Starts panicking and claims that he feels sick, sending you home and cutting the game session short. You didn't complain. Considering how red he was, you were sure he must have a fever or something

Ignored you at school for a few days after, still processing everything. Didn't last long though, since he started missing you almost immediately.

Saved your contact number as "Player 2", completely aware of how fucking cringey and cheesy it is. Did it as a joke at first, but bro idk if its a joke anymore

Would claim he did it "ironically" if you ever see it

We all know it's bullshit

Steal his hoodie, he'll die on the spot (not before bitching about it tho)

Ends up confessing on accident like the absolute idiot he is

Anon: First ye steal ma clothes, then ma heart! What's next, ma last name!?

Takes a recond to register what he just said, his face lighting up as soon as the realization hit him like a sack of bricks

Well, shit.

If you take a while to answer (probably out of shock; it was completely out of the blue, after all), he'll just start laughing awkwardly and rambling about it, digging his grave deeper and deeper with each word

Anon: Hahaha, ye should see the look on yer face!! It- it was a joke! Just a joke haha... What, did ye think I've been in love with ye ever since we were kids or somethin'? Pff, as if. It's not like yer the most amazin' and beautiful person I've ever met or anythin' haha

Just...... just kiss him to shut him up before it gets even more awkward pls

Garret

Even though he's a very friendly guy, he was always really big for his age and that scared the other kids, so he mostly hanged out at recess by himself

It's why he likes animals; they don't judge based on appearance, so they were basically the only company he had

It's also why he values his few friends so much!

So when you approach him in the playground, he's estatic! Finally, a friend!!

Doesn't take much for him to fall for you.

Some compliments, friendly gestures, and a lot of patience (he's not the brightest and some people get irritated instead of trying to help him out, so he appreciates if you do) and he's yours

Comes to terms with his feelings right away. Why wouldn't he? It's something so nice, so wholesome. Nothing to supress or be ashamed of

Would do anything for you. He's a shameless simp. Just say the word.

Unlike the other guys, he doesn't beat around the bush and confessed while you were both still kids

Probably did that cute "I'll marry you once we get older!!" thing

Ah, puppy love, am I right?

He would tell you how much you meant to him all the time. As you both grew up, you assumed it was just his way of being friendly. After all, it's not like he could have a crush on you for this long, right?

Ha, you thought.

At one point, if you didn't shut him out during his "confessions" or, even better, reciprocated, he'll just assume you're both dating lmao

So once he tried to kiss you all of a sudden, you can say it surprised you a little

Still, not complaining

After clearing things out and you having a "duh doy" moment, congratulations, you got yourself a boyfriend!!

A very dumb, but very loving boyfriend

[imagines-mha]

⭒ haikyuu x exam season ⭒

Daichi- when i say he is the MOODIEST person when studying. It’s all fun and games until you interrupt him one too many times and he fucking explodes. Needs 2 chill

Suga- his goal in life is to be an aesthetic studyblr like this man will go and get iced coffee, order the prettiest stationary and then spend 20 minutes organising it for his instagram. As for ACTUALLY studying? He’s amazing at it. Literally the person we all aspire to be

Asahi- anxiety crams before tests. He does more than like 70% of his classmates but is always convinced he’s fallen behind on everything. Cries a LOT when he doesnt understand smth

Noya- another one who cries only he does it SO easily. Personally victimised by anything past question 1. Gets literally everyone to do his work for him

Tanaka- tries so hard he really really does. His handwriting is a mess and his notes look like something a 7 year old would do. Gets everything wrong but doesnt let it stop him

Ennoshita- did someone say pretentious straight A student??? Offers to help his friends just so he can flex his pretty notes and intelligence. Seems like he has everything under control but really? He cries like once a night in the lead up to exams

Kageyama- he doesnt have any room for anything in his head that isnt volleyball. Hes hopeless

Hinata- LACKS COMMON SENSE SO BAD. He’ll finally understand EVERYTHING but write the answer in the wrong place or leave out a decimal place in the exam. Stupidest mistakes

Tsukishima- he sticks to a study schedule like what? Who tf sticks to a schedule? Doesnt like to flaunt his grades around anyone who isnt hinata and kageyama, but akiteru and his mom are 100% the type to post his grades all over facebook like “so proud of my son !!!!!!”

Yamaguchi- the king of saying he hasn’t done much for exams, but then stays up every night til 2am studying. He HATES people having any expectations of him so keeps all his preparation secret lmao.

Kuroo- hes smart and he flaunts it so bad. 100% a teacher's pet, especially for science. Around exam season he lives in the library. Motivates kenma to study with him too tho hes so supportive

Kenma- hes naturally smart, which is like 70% of the reason his grades are good bc he does NOT study. Leaves it all to the night before/ when hes with his friends in the library but other than that nope he doesnt have energy

Lev- doesn't fully register he’s taking a test until he’s 3 questions in and hasn’t written a single word. Then he starts panicking.

Bokuto- he goes through the 5 stages of grief every single time he has to study. Gets frustrated as hell when he cant understand something, gets distracted by everything, a mess. Always leads to him slamming his textbook shut and sulking for an hour

Akaashi- the only one in fukurodani who actually spreads his studying out over the year so he doesnt have to cram. He has pretty notes and diagrams but still gets so stressed smh

Konoha- “yeah ill study in ten minutes” *cue him 6 hours later only starting* studies mostly at night and doesnt care about grades , yet still manages to score really good on every test

Oikawa- if this man is anything he’s dedicated. Actually finds balance between volleyball and studying when exam season’s in full swing, but that doesnt mean he still doesnt overwork himself. Surviving on 40 minutes of sleep and coffee lmao

Mattsun- doesn’t take school seriously at all. Hes like “who cares im gonna die one day” “if i dont know it now ill never know it”. So fucking chill

Makki- tries to be like issei so bad but it fails every time. He’s like “yeah who cares about biology anyway lmao”. He is a liar. He cried for 2 hours over biology last night smh. Biology is actually his number one care.

Iwa- naturally smart and follows a routine. The only healthy studier in seijoh tbh. Motivates his friends so much though hes the only reason mattsun and makki pass smh

Ushijima- sounds pretentious but he doesnt mean it. The worst person to study with because hes so naturally smart and makes everyone feel stupid. Hes like “how do you not understand this? Its easy?”

Tendou- hes so average when it comes to studying i cant even explain it. He goes home and studies, has dinner, watches some anime and studies a little more, then just goes to bed? Never overly concerned about it but hes the best for calming nerves. Makes you really believe things will be okay

Goshiki- CHRONIC WORRIER OH MY GOD. definitely gets the shakes before an exam and almost has a fuckin panic attack every single time, never feels prepared but he really is. Needs tendou for emotional support

Atsumu- too confident in his abilities lmao. He’s like “yeah ive got this i totally know it” then acts shocked and appalled when he fails. Thinks he’s the main character, therefore he HAS to pass. He’s not. And he never learns.

Osamu- the slightly smarter twin yet still not exceptional in any way. Doesnt really care about grades, he knows there’s more to life but still studies enough to pass

Kita- hello mr “whats a failing grade”. Never stresses and never fails. Actually the top of his class in basically everything. Manages to study and still find time for hobbies.

Aone- i am convinced a hug from him would get me through exam season every single year. Another person who just? Doesnt stress? Follows a routine and doesnt mind if he doesnt know something in the test. wow

Futakuchi- “i dont care about exams at all fuck them” *gets 53% and cries*. He doesnt have the patience to study and feels betrayed when all his friends actually do the work

Koganegawa- hes like hinata only he actually passes most of the time. Works SO hard and gets so happy when it pays off!! Always treats himself to mcdonalds after an exam thats self love babie

Terushima- you need to be cautious around this man. He’ll spend every night of exam season partying and ignoring any responsibility, yet still come out with 100% in everything. Where does he find the time? How does that work? What the fuck?

[onceupon]

London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!! 

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library. 

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table. 

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.” 

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table. 

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair. 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes. 

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept. 

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice. 

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing. 

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant. 

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses. 

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff. 

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky. 

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip. 

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons. 

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide. 

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.  

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears. 

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies 

Olivia: :( 

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind. 

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp. 

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears. 

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body. 

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up. 

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile. 

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning. 

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee. 

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat. 

“So what are you chasing tonight?” 

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead. 

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously. 

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return. 

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. 

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement. 

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow. 

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted. 

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed. 

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows. 

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence. 

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking. 

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued. 

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head. 

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now. 

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober. 

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you. 

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night. 

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things. 

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before. 

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days. 

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. 

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did. 

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own. 

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off. 

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops. 

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall. 

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside. 

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you. 

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone. 

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again. 

---

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trying to be nice to their crush hcs

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thank you to 🍦anon for this cute request!

characters: tsukishima, kyōtani, sakusa & suna

content warning: swearing & sexual references 

kei tsukishima 

♡ this is all yamaguchi’s fault （︶^︶）

♡ he found out tsukki had a crush on you bc he mentioned you a lot in conversation so yamaguchi interrogated him for answers then lo and behold, the beanpole had a lil thing for you 

♡ you sit in front of tsukishima in homeroom while yamaguchi sits beside him so when you leaned back and asked him if you could borrow a pencil and he spat back a snarky remark about you being too irresponsible to care for your own pencils, yamaguchi hastily offered you one of his own before scolding tsukishima 

♡ he explained to his clueless friend that being nasty to people isn’t a good way to get them to like you 

♡ so perhaps he should be nicer :)

♡ honestly, tsukishima would’ve just looked yamaguchi straight in the eyes and went ‘no’, if it wasn’t for the fact you shot tadashi the sweetest smile anD PLAYFULLY BLEW HIM A KISS AFTER HE JUST GAVE YOU A DAMN PENCIL LIKE WTF 

♡ after that, he decided to give up his current personality and pick up a new one 

♡ jk jk 

♡ but he had to binge a whole bunch of those youtube psychology videos that are like ‘psychological tricks to make people like you’ and ‘THESE 5 MIND TRICKS WILL MAKE YOU THE MOST POPULAR PERSON *EVER*’!!

♡ spoiler alert: he wasn’t the most popular person but perhaps that was bc he only went to the effort of using those tricks on you 

♡ god bless him; he tries hard, he really does. (not his best, just hard)

♡ but you don’t have to be extremely observant to realise that he’s began acting different around you and of course, it confused you seeing tsukishima being nice

♡ what irritated you was how dismissive he was being of your questions though, as he was clearly trying to lead you to believe that you were crazy and he’s just always been a nice guy 

♡ but as soon as he figures out that he angered you, he’ll instantly switch back to him normal self - draining his mind of the hours of phycology studying he did last night to just pretend like it never happened 

♡ and if he’s feeling flirty, he might be extra mean to you （￣︶￣）

♡ also he makes a mental note to never take yamaguchi’s romance advice ever again 🙄

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you sighed, removing your hand from your bag after desperately rummaging through it in search of a pencil once again - deja vu. once you accepted that a pencil wasn’t going to materialise out of thin air, you peered over your shoulder and tapped the corner of yamaguchi’s desk, who wore a suspicious grin which you decided against questioning. 

“yamaguchi, do you think i could borrow a pencil again? sorry, this is the last time, i swear. i’ll be sure to get some on my way home after school tod--” 

yamaguchi dropped the line him and tsukishima had rehearsed many times beforehand, while clutching his pencilcase dear to his chest, “woah, (y/n). you’re so irresponsible. sorry, i can’t lend one of my pristine pencils to someone who is too forgetful to remember to buy some; what if you forget to return it to me?” 

tsukishima cringed at how forced it sounded but he couldn’t help but admire yamaguchi's dedication to his role. this allowed tsukishima to swoop in, pencil in hand, “here.” that wasn’t in the script but he panicked! okay, now, eye contact. 

you just sat there and stared at both of them with the most dumbfounded look plastered on your face. what just happened?  why were they both acting like they were in drama class?  and why are they both so bad at acting? they’re both passing performing arts for fucks’ sake!

kentarō kyōtani 

♡ sorry but i firmly believe kyōtani is the sorta guy to be extra mean to ppl he fancies smh

♡ the rest of them just act (somewhat) like themselves around their crush but kyōtani is himself2 (himself^2)

♡ like one time yahaba found you trembling in your locker bc you had gotten mud on mad dog’s white shoes so he chased you through the hallways of the school, threatening to trek mud on your forehead 

♡ yahaba took it upon himself to investigate as to why kyōtani was so rude to you and he got his answer as soon as he mentioned your name to mad dog and the boy’s face immediately flushed red 

♡ so after practise, yahaba schools mad dog on how to get chicks (⌐■_■)

♡ in short, his advice was ‘good guys get laid’ and for kyōtani’s understanding, ‘good’ and ‘kind’ were interchangeable 

♡ mad dog wasn’t completely oblivious to how he treated you and he was aware that he was far from ‘kind’

♡ although he usually doesn’t listen to people in general, yahaba seemed to know what he was talking about so he figured there was no harm in trying to be nice 

♡ but ngl, he just spent the rest of the day wondering...what is kind?

♡ after a few messages back and forth with yahaba, he figured that the best place to start was by apologising for - y’know - chasing you around the whole school 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“oi!” kyōtani bellowed through hallway, paying no mind to the students that cast him dirty looks as his sights were locked on you. standing unsuspecting by your locker, stuffing your textbooks into your bag until you heard his deep voice echo through the hall, to which you visibly perked up and began frantically looking around.

he marched towards you, hands in pockets and when you noticed him out of the corner of your eye, you were more than ready to drop all your shit and bolt away. but he didn’t let you as before you were able to take off on your heels, he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him - then he noticed your hands raised in defence by your face and your head hung low.

his heart sank and his grip on your shoulder immediately softened, “i’m not gonna punch you, idiot.” he spat, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth, trying to appear angry in hopes you’d mistake his light blush for pure rage. 

“i just wanted to say that i felt bad for chasing you through the halls yesterday - you didn’t stand a chance so i guess it was a bit unfair.” he said, frowning as you replied with silence so the duty fell on him to fill it, “and i got the stain out, anyway so.” 

more silence. lovely.

suddenly, he puffed his cheeks out as his eyes snapped to meet yours and he roared, “ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING SAY SOMETHING OR ARE YOU TOO BRAINDE-”

“are you wearing eyeliner?” 

and that was the true story behind why you missed last period, because you and kyōtani had a 30 minute conversation about eyeliner and make-up, then he convinced you to skip the rest of class with him so he could buy you ramen as an apology gift.

so yeah, he figured that perhaps he should try being nice more often.

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he didn’t need someone to tell him to be nicer, he’s just predisposed to attempt to show kindness to someone he is fond of

♡ in his mind, showing kindness, respect and stripping himself of all his personality = the only way to be desirable 

♡ (ofc this takes place before he meets atsumu tho lol)

♡ so it’s not the realisation that’s the problem for him, it’s the execution 

♡ like how is he supposed to be nice without either sounding creepy or condescending? 

♡ *cut to sakusa practising in the bathroom mirror* ‘your hand looks- no-’ he scoffs, flicking cold water onto his face, ‘your hair looks cool- pretty- nice?’

♡ *camera pans to sakusa laying in bed, staring intently at the ceiling while imagining vivid and scarily detailed scenarios about ways he could mess up while talking to you* 

♡ *camera zooms in on sakusa’s face as he manifests a nicer version of himself*

♡ he might - depending on how insecure he is - watch one of those psychology videos or read a wikihow for help

♡ but other than that, he independently tries to alter his personality in order to gain your favour bc..true love ?

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you smiled as a basketball rolled up to your feet during gym class, followed by the sound of someone approaching you and upon raising your gaze, your eyes met sakusa’s unmistakable black ones. his face hovered only a few inches away from yours due to the fact you had both reached down to pick up the ball at the same time.

he quickly pulled himself away, tucking the basketball under his elbow as he adjusted his mask so it properly covered his face to ensure that you didn’t see the light blush slowly spreading across his cheeks. he then proceeded to blurt out what he had been rehearsing for the past few nights, “oh, thank you, (y/n). your hair looks lovely today, by the way.”

you giggled, holding your hands firmly by your side to avoid fidgeting and making it obvious that his sudden comment flustered you, “thanks, sakusa. and, if we’re handing out compliments today, i didn’t know you were good at any sport other than volleyball but you’re doing surprisingly well at basketball.” you joked, your lips slowly curling into a cocky smirk, “though, i don’t think you’d stand a chance against my team.” 

god, you’re such a tease. you make it so hard for him to be nice to you. so, of course, your comment returned his ability to utter almost every sarcastic comment that comes to mind - screw being likeable. “you think so?” he quirked a brow, tossing the ball onto your lap then pacing backwards, “go on, then.”

rintarō suna

♡ it was probably those tips on social media that told him he has to be nicer 

♡ and plus he saw terushima get all the chicks and he was just sitting there like ‘where are my bitches at? 🥺’

♡ anyway, all the guys on social media that had girls lining up outside their door always had one thing in common: misogyny  obnoxious personalities !!

♡ and his whole personality was a sacrifice suna was willing and ready to make for just a crumb of cooch  🤲

♡ though you weren’t exactly his crush yet, suna thought you were the best person to carry out this experiment with bc he heard through the grapevine that you had a crush on him so perhaps this would make you happy

♡ he didn’t prepare much beforehand though which he immediately regretted as soon as he approached you bc admittedly, his game plan of ‘be self-assured but friendly’ was a bit vague 

♡ so he basically just had to bullshit through a whole, awkward conversation with you while wearing a forced ‘bold’ smirk which, in reality, looked as though he had just seen tiddies for the first time 

♡ hardly self-assured or friendly 

♡ also, the fact you thought he was playing a prank on you must’ve drastically altered the results of his experiment 

♡ at one point he says something extremely stupid you’d just quit playing along and just blurt out ‘wtf is wrong with you today’

♡ to which he’d be like ‘ahaha, nuthin much bbg, how bout you?’

♡ THE EXPERIEMNT ISN’T OVER UNTIL HE SAYS IT’S OVER OKAy?!

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you rubbed your temples in order to soothe the throbbing headache suna gave you simply by existing. like yes, you had a crush on him 10 minutes ago - but that was before he came up to you and started acting like terushima on dodgy medication. “oh and your skin is glowing bab--”

“jesus christ, rintarō, shut up!” you cried, gripping the edge of your skirt to prevent your self from delivering a swift punch right to his stupid face. he’s seriously gotten on all your nerves at this point; firstly, by spamming your phone in the middle of the night asking for homework answers (accompanied by cursed memes) as he actually managed to wake you up. secondly, by acting so oblivious to the fact you clearly had a crush on him and now, this!

heat rose to his cheeks in embarrassment as his creepy smile instantly fell right back into his resting bitch face, “this isn’t working, is it?” 

“what’s not working?”

suna scoffed, rolling his eyes - his façade having evidently disappeared. “this.” he sighed, looking around as if someone was going to save him before his eyes finally settled on you and he was reminded of what he wanted in the first place, his sparkle was rekindled for just a moment which caused him to blurt out, “just fuck me already, i’m not asking for much.”

[albedos-little-helper]

First Kiss

with Sugawara, Kenma, Tsukishima

warning: pretty much sfw, just kissing, maybe a little suggestive idk tho

Wc: 1,6k

A/n: Punctuation is hard and so is forming proper sentences. This feels really messy, but I’m also somewhat proud. My second work and I guess I’m getting more comfortable? Who knows.

Sugawara

Sugawara and you are classmates. You weren’t that close to be precise, but that changed when the two of you regularly meet up to have study dates.

He suggested studying together after you compliment the notes you borrowed from him. It was a kind offer, but a guilty feeling came up as you realised that you were the only one gaining from these meet ups. Telling him about your concerns caused him to get a little embarrassed and blush slightly, so he told you about his plans of becoming a teacher and that it was no problem at all.

After the two of you clarified things, you agreed and you finally meet up with Suga. For some reason you weren’t able to concentrate though. Maybe it was the bright sun and the high temperature, or maybe it was the fact that his hair looked so good when he brushed it out of his face, or maybe the fact that both of you are wearing less clothes than usual, or maybe the fact that he tends to groan out of frustration, due to the heat and those notices were ungodly.

Sugawara had trouble focusing as well. He tried to, but your sun kissed face and the red cheeks you got were too adorable. He really tried to, but the little drop of sweat that ran down your chest was too hard to ignore. He really,really tried to, but your sighs sounded too similar to other noises he would like to hear from you. Anyway, all of that distraction led to no process.

Things turned awkward quickly, it was obvious that both of you had no interest in studying, but nobody had enough courage to say it. Little things like patting your shoulder or legs touching under the table turned more frequent. At some point he wasn’t sitting across from you anymore but next to you.

He really tried to continue teaching, but he was too distracted by you so after a long silent break of looking into your eyes, because he waited for an answer that you couldn’t give he closed the gap between the two of you until your lips touched.

His touch wasn’t as gentle as you expected, it was more eager and yearning. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the kiss ended rather quickly. Suga apologies to you for not asking for permission and his inappropriate behaviour as your "teacher", but you told him that there was no need to apologise, because even though you never expected things to turn out this way you weren’t unhappy about it. He was visibly relieved.

After feeling a little unsure about the situation, he put on a bright smile and asked if he could kiss you again.

Kenma

Kenma and you used to be students at Nekoma and even though you both liked each other and friends tried to set you up it never led to anything.

Three year after graduating you randomly meet at the grocery store and the fact that both of you were alone made him more confident and after greeting you he asked if you wanted to accompany him on his way to the new bakery down the street.

You were caught of guard by his offer, but agreed as you noticed that he broke eye contact and his eyes shifted form yours further down to the ground the longer he waited for your reply.

He also offered to later drive you home so both of you placed your groceries in his car and on your way to the bakery you tried to fil the awkward silence with a little chat about the past few years. You proudly told him about your accomplishments and the new hobbies you developed and he listened keenly. He was quite happy that you felt so comfortable with telling him so much about you and when you two entered the bakery, ordered and sat down at one of the few tables you decided to ask how his past few years were.

Kenma stayed very vage with his answer. He told you that he is an university student and that gaming is still a big part of his free time activities, which wasn’t necessarily wrong. You two talked a bit more about his passion, volleyball and if you are still in contact with old friends. He still wasn’t the most talkative, but really tried not to seem rude or disinterested in any way.

Spending time with him was quite enjoyable and it felt so free of stress. You revealed to him that you think that it’s a shame that the two of you never had a proper conversation back in school. He sighs and furrows his eyebrows at your remark, what made you overthink your words at first, but he confesses that he wasn’t mature enough to build up a relationship with you, let alone talk to you. It just wouldn’t have worked with the person he used to be.

You made it clear to him that it’s completely fine and that the opportunity to talk to him now without any pressure is way better. After eating some cake slices and having a light conversation the two of you head to his car.

It wasn’t a long ride and most of the talking consisted of you telling him the directions, but out of a sudden he bluntly told you how much he actually liked you and he regretted not talking to you.

Stunned by his honesty, you didn’t know what to say and when the car stopped in front of the building your flat is in, you felt his burning gaze on you.

When you didn’t answer him he just continued and asks you out on a date.

You would be lying if you said you haven’t been interested in him since high school, but you were a too overwhelmed and the only thing you managed to give him as an answer is a slight nod.

That was all he needed to lean in and give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth. He told you a time and a day that he would come an pick you up. After that he basically kicked you out of his car to quickly drive home, because he was already hours behind schedule, but he finally got what he wanted

Tsukishima

You two are in the same grade, but not in the same class, so you basically had to admire him from afar.

You were regularly going to his volleyball matches, so he saw you before, but that’s about it. Of course he was quite surprised when you asked him if the two of you could talk after his next game. He wasn’t quite sure what you wanted from him, but it was something that kept bothering him throughout the match. So by the end of it he was quite stressed, disappointed by his mistakes and annoyed.

You waited for him at the spot you agreed on, ready to confess your feelings for him, but when you saw him from distance and could already tell how pissed he was, you panicked.

Forming a complete sentence became extremely hard and all the stuttering and mumbeling didn’t lift Tsukishima’s mood in the slightest. It was hard for him to stay patient and listen to you, but at the same time he was curious what was so important that you had to talk to him alone.

After your messy confession that almost lasted his entire break he was baffled. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening, so he quickly covered his self doubts with a laugh. He asked weather you’re serious or not in a very condescending tone what made you even more insecure.

You didn’t expect things to go this poorly, but you insisted that your emotions are honest, what made him shut up for a second and study your hurt expression throughly.

He made up so many excuses in his mind, that you’re not being truthfully or that you only end up hurting him, but in the end he couldn’t bring himself to believe that when he saw your facial expression.

“So what now?”, left his lips before minimising the distance between you two. He didn’t expect you to answer, he only wanted to see how you react to his words. In the end he decided to have his fun with you and told you that he wasn’t so sure about this, but maybe if he would win the next game he would be in a better mood and think about it. It was important for him to win as many matches as possible in his last year so some extra luck would be very convenient.

Enduring all these negative emotions like embarrassment and devastation made you quite exhausted, but hearing him talk about something that could bring him luck you knew exactly what to do. There is no going back now anyway.

You reached for his collar and pulled him in a rushed kiss. You couldn’t shine with your experience, but the devastation and desire you put in the kiss caught him off guard.

You saw his reddend face after letting go of him and he pressed his lips together, processing what just happens. He knows that this is exactly what he suggested, but he never thought you would actually do it.

He quickly commands you to take out your phone to write down his number, before his long legs carry him as fast as possible to the toilet where he washes his face because he couldn’t let his team see him with such a heavy blush.

[jaysbestie]

ahshshdhsh this is my first time using the ask function in this app and i might as well take this as an opportunity. can you please write about jakey being a hopeless romantic (kinda like f2l thing) wherein they're also classmates and y/n is oblivious af? it would be very much appreciated, thank you~

hi this is a vERY late, I don't know if this is similarto what you wanted, I'm so sorry, but I hope you like it!!

Hoops and Love Letters

pairing ; f2l! basketball player! jake x gn reader

genre ; fluff

warnings ; food

summary ; jake, your best friend since you were children has started making your heart beat fast, little do you know, his is beating just as fast...

"yo jake!"

you were sitting on one of the park's benches with your best friend while eating strawberry flavored ice cream he got for you, when you heard someone call your best friend's name.

"jake!"

it was louder this time, meaning the person calling him was coming closer. Suddenly one of jake's friends, sunghoon, came into view trying to catch his breath while he sat down on the bench between you.

well now that was awkward.

he looked between you two, clueless to the situation you were in and asked,

"did I interrupt anything?"

he asked and to that question, your cheeks reddened as you turned to look at jake, noticing how his cheeks were also light crimson as he opened his mouth to answer his friend's question

"n-no you sure didn't" jake stammered. but jake never stammers?? and you just stood there, a little sad that jake answered sunghoon's question negatively and you just stood there, taken aback by jake's answer and by his stammering.

"it doesn't seem like it tho, anyways, heesung needs you in practice, jay was late and he almost got yelled at" sunghoon started talking without getting a breath, almost as if he was rapping.

you searched jake's face for a reaction and he didn't even look surprised by ths situation going on at the school's gym.

"well, y/n, I'll have to go, sadly, however, ill try to return you your book on saturday on our picnic!" he told you while he got his school bag, from the bench you sat on every day after school, and started walking behind sunghoon to the gym.

"I'll be waiting for my book!" you yelled and screamed, happy that he remembered the poetry book he borrowed from you, two weeks ago. you see, your and jake's bond was something unbreakable, being friends and classmates from a very young age and being lucky enough to be able to continue this friendship till now. you started packing your bag and put the cup from the ice cream in the park's trashcan while going to your house. there really wasn't anyone at home however you prepared your table fully and made yourself lunch. you sat down trying to find a boring enough movie so that you'll be motivated to stop watching it and study or catch a nap.

————————♡timeskip♡———————

it was now 7pm on a friday afternoon and you were currently doing your homework so that you didn't have to do them during the weekend, when your computer started alarming you that there was an incoming skype call by jake. it made you instantly smile and you answered his call watching his face brighten once he saw you had picked up.

"hey"

"hi"

"are you doing homework on a friday night?" he asked, while he looked at me as if I was a weird creature.

"yeah, I don't understand your opposition on me doing my homework on a friday night" you said, the fake offended look on your face made jake laugh and that moment it was like you heard an angel laugh.

"have you prepared anything for our picnic tomorrow?"

oh shIT

you panicked

"I swear to god, y/n y/l/n, did you forget about one of the most important days of the month?" it was his turn to act offended now taking a dramatic pose acting as if he was crying.

you were about to start crying because, hoW. COULD. YOU. FORGET. YOUR PICNIC?!?!

"oH HELL NOH, how could I forget our picnic?!" you stated nervously hoping that he didn't notice the panic on your face when he mentioned the picnic.

"great, I was hoping you remembered about it because, well,,, tomorrow's picnic will be extra special, than just a day on the calendar" he said, he seemed nervous and by his sentence you became nervous too, hoping that something joyful will be behind this "extra special picnic"

"YO Y/N YOU THERE?" he yelled and then proceeded to slap his laptop's screen, just to make sure his computer wasn't the problematical one.

"yeah sorry, my laptop started glitching, see you tomorrow at the park!" you yelled at him and ended the call in a hurry.

you sat up from your desk's chair and walked in front of your mirror

"I now have to go down and prepare for tomorrow's picnic" you said to try and convince yourself to go down and prepare however your plan was interrupted when your phone rang, the name of your other best friend lighting up the screen.

"YANG JUNGWON YOU LITTLE MONSTER" you screamed as you picked up the phone.

" yo y/n what is your proBLEM?!"

"YOU OBVIOUSLY"

"what did I do this time bestie, explain to me please"

"well I was about to go prepare for my monthly picnic with jake but you decided that it was a good idea to call me".

"oooh, jake, the guy that likes you but doesn't know how to tell you"

"plEASE, he doesn't like me, we've been friends for a couple years and he sees me as a good friend"

"ok but like, since yOU like him, why don't you speak to him about it?"

at this point you are heading to the kitchen in order to get ready for tomorrow, since hanging up on jungwon wouldn't happen soon.

"if I tell him I might ruin our friendship, won"

"he likes you too tho, even sunghoon noticed!"

"since when do you hang out with sunghoon?"

"since you were too busy going on dates with jake"

"please, we had study meetings"

"yeah call it whatever you want love"

you tried to respond to jungwon but nothing came out of your mouth so jungwon continued,

"anyways, I'm hanging up so you can prepare for your picnic, by the way, wear those brown corduroy pants I got you for your birthday!!"

"yeah fine, I'll make sure to fill you in on what happened won, good night!"

"night y/n!"

with that you went to prepare some quick snacks for tomorrow and also got some of your favorite jellies from a seven eleven nearby, all because they were also jake's favorite jellies.

———————♡timeskip #2♡———————

you woke up by the sudden sound of your alarm, you didn't even remember setting an alarm but you find have time to worry about stuff like this as you wanted to get up and get ready quickly for the picnic.

your phone rang and jake's number lit up your phone's screen.

"yo jake, bro, homie, fella, how you doin" that was the weirdest thing you've ever, like eVER, said in your life.

"Y/N Y/L/N ARE YOU DRUNK THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING?!"

"of course no jakey, it's 11:29 am, the picnic is in two hours "

" uh uh uh- special picnic" jake emphasized special once again.

" oh well, guess I'll take more time to get ready since its spEcial" you said, mimicking the way he said special.

" I swear to our friendship, y/n, if you're not ready by the time I come to pick you up, consider yourself not my friend" he said sarcastically, adding a laugh at the middle of his sentence.

"oh well, it's your lucky day because I have just started getting ready!" you lied, you walked to your dresser and started searching for that one pair of brown corduroy pants jungwon suggested you wear.

"I'm hanging up jake, gotta go get ready, see you at 1 outside my house!" you hung up without giving him a chance to reply.

bingo

you finally found the pants, searching for a shirt now. you found a white blouse you had got last Halloween for a pirate costume but never wore it. It didn't look like a costume shirt anyway, you shrugged and got into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready afterwards.

You were done with your shower now, the time was 12 pm and you had an hour left before jake got to your place to pick you up.

You put on your clothes and matched a pearl necklace (which was, indeed, a gift by jake) with your outfit, you opted for some classic black converse high tops as for the shoe choice, and with that, your outfit was complete.

You headed downstairs to prepare your basket, full with snacks and fizzy drinks, also getting a light blanket with you, just in case.

You heard a car honk from outside and checked the time, it was 12 : 40, twenty minutes before jake should be here to pick you up. The same honking sound was heard again and you headed to the door to see if it was jake by any chance. It was jake indeed, you got your basket, your keys, sprayed some perfume on and left the house, not forgetting to lock the door behind you.

"well hello there, y/n"

you were ready to tell general kenobi literally at his face, the pun must've been intended as you had a star wars movie marathon some days ago.

"hello to you too, jakey"

You both got in the car and jake turned the music up, a song unknown to you playing on the radio. Jake seemed different today, he seemed nervous, something unusual to him.

"is everything okay jake?"

"yeah why?" he responded while he let out a small laugh.

"oh, nothing!"

The drive went by quickly, however jake had taken you to a place you thought you'd never see again, it was the place where you and jake had first met. A park filled with bushes and sunflowers, huge trees and benches along with wooden tables. You were on the verge of tears, left speechless, you opened the car's door, taking your basket and started running around the park laughing loudly. You were feeling truly happy.

Jake was watching from inside the car, deciding to open his door too, taking his own basket, locking the car and started running towards you.

After running around for some good minutes, you sat on bench and left your baskets on a wooden table, starting to set your food in order for your picnic to start.

You had started eating your second sandwich when jake interrupted you, making you put your sandwich down and turning your attention to him.

"yo y/n, do you remember those love letters you kept on receiving last year?"

"of course I do! I've been searching till this day! but what does that have to with our special picnic?"

"well, I'm the one who sent those letters" jake said, lowering his head and starting to fiddle with his hands.

"well, that was a good one!" you started laughing. Noticing the situation jake was in right now, it only meant one thing, "WAit, you're not joking?"

"not really" he said giggling sadly, lifting his stare and watching into your eyes. You extended your arms and reached out to hug him.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"wait, you really didn't know I liked you? The boys kept on telling that my crush on you was too obvious!" he said, looking annoyed by his friends that moment.

"I mean, you did throw a basket ball at me once that had, "let me take you out" all over it but I didn't think you meant thAT TAKING OUT" you said, laughing at the old memory you had remembered.

well, y/n, would you officially allow me to take you out?" he asked, a glowing happy slice on his face when he noticed your emotionless face, "on A DATE, I mean, not with a basket ball!" he added. With that, you burst into laughter and looked at him, showing him your brightest smile.

"of course I'll let you take me out, on a date, jake"

[dimpledlavendeer]

This is a bit long and suggestive

I can't belive this is what I'm imagining in my exam week but he's Lee Heeseung after all isn't he 😩🖤

Making out with a Jealous Heeseung

Ft.Jay and Minhee from cravity

Jay invited you both to one of this fancy night club kind of place

Heeseung definitely didn't want to go

You had to convince him because it was important for Jay, plus all the other boys were going so it would be rude not to go

You two started getting ready to meet with the others at the club

You wore something like this, not too revealing

Heeseung was not the type of boyfriend to get involved with the way you dress, he always admired and praised your beauty so you were comfortable with anything you wear

When you were finally ready, you go down stairs to meet a grumpy Heeseung

A playful smile formed on his face when he saw you

"It's still not too late to spend the night for ourselves baby"

"We talked about this Heeseung, we can come home early but we should be there"

He sighed deeply "Fine"

You gave him a peck on the lips and turn around to go get your jacket but he held you from your waist

"You look amazing" he said in a whispering tone

You placed your hands around his neck "I always do"

He was in love with your confident figure even tho it's not always the way your are but once you are he found it incredibly attractive

Your hands were playing with the ends of his long black hair, slowly getting closer to him

His grip on your waist were getting even tighter, his eyes focused on your lips while he was licking his

You loved to see your affect on him with a simple movement but you didn't have time for a make out right now

So you just kissed his cheek before saying "You have to be a bit patient tonight"

The expression on his face changed drastically as he frustratedly said "You're so freaking cruel"

The way he looked so cute while saying this made you giggle which made him groan in frustration

You hold him from his neck to give him another small peck on the lips, this time he hold your face

"Kiss me right" he commanded before smashing his lips into yours

One of his hands was holding your face so that he could kiss you the way he wanted

and the other one was trailing down to your waist

When he teasingly bite on your lower lip you let out a little whine, gripping on his shirt

He tilted your head to a side to reveal your neck to him

He was leaving wet kisses everywhere, making you completely forget about going out to meet with others

When he started sucking on your skin, your head managed to start functioning and remembering that you're being late

"P-please, we have to go" you said breathing heavily

"They can wait for a bit longer" he said definitely not caring about anything else but you atm

You managed to hold his chin to make him look at you

His black hair was a bit messy now but that looked even better, his dark eyes were looking into yours with anticipation while his hand on your waist was gripping you tighter than ever

He was needy right now and it looked great on him

"We have to go" you said kissing him once more

He fixed your hair and wipe your lipstick away from his lips before saying "You owe me a night"

You giggled and kissed his neck before fixing your make up to go out

After you arrived at the place the others were, you get inside holding Heeseung's hands

It didn't take long for you guys to find Jay, he hugged you both before showing you the way to meet the rest of the boys

It was so loud and filled with people, everyone was dancing like crazy,, everyone was drunk

It felt so unfamiliar to you but Hee wasn't looking affected at all

Jay and Hee were talking about something and it looked serious considering the way they talked even with this music blasting out

Jay took you to a place with less people at least there were places to sit now

Whatever they were discussing about was serious so Heeseung told you to sit there and wait for him for a while, before following Jay

You were sitting alone, with a couple of people next to you but definitely not as crowded as the previous place

Your eyes were on your phone so that you could answer when Hee calls to not worry him

When you lift your head from your phone you saw a glass of drink and a smiling face in front of you

"Minhee?"

"Hey y/n"

"Oh my God Kang Minhee?! What are you doing here?!"

You were so surprised to see one of your friends from high school at a freaking night club

"As you can see I'm working as the hot bartender ;)" he was looking almost the same as before but more handsome

You giggled at his words, "I always knew you were the club boy anyways" you said

He laughed at your words "Look who's talking club girl" he said winking at you

"It's been so long since the last time I can't belive we met like this" you said

"Well time did you good" he said smiling "You look amazing"

You smiled back, "Said the boy crush of the school" you said teasing him

He was one of your closest friends at high school but you guys got drifted away because of his "relationships" with other girls

"Oh so you're still into me huh?" He said smirking

You know he was joking but somehow it made you uncomfortable, thinking about Hee

Yes Minhee was everyone's crush back in the days and yes you two had a history but it was all at past

A broken smile formed on your face remembering of the past, your gaze focus on the glass

When you lifted your head to respond to him your eyes met with your boyfriend's

His strong gaze was focused on you while he was watching you from behind

"Fuck.." you murmured, he probably misunderstood the way you speak with a stranger all giggly and stuff

You watched Heeseung while his jaw was clenching, when Minhee followed your gaze he saw a furious Heeseung looking at you two

"I'll explain to him" Minhee said moving towards Heeseung

You were panicked so you grabbed Minhee from his arm to stop him before realizing you screwed up even more by doing that

Heeseung's gaze fall into your hands on Minhee's arm before he walked towards you

He grabbed you from your arm literally dragging you with him to the exit

He was so damn angry you could see it from his furrowed brows and clenching jaw and you had had no idea how to explain it to him

"Heeseung, please slow down okay?"

No response

"It's not what it looks like istg"

Again no response

"DAMN IT HEESEUNG MY ARM HURTS CAN YOU CALM DOWN?"

He stopped in front of his car opening the door for you

"Get in" he said

"Listen to me Heeseung, please"

He didn't even look at you before going to his side of the car to get in, not repeating himself for you to get in

You did as he said, getting in realizing even more how angry he was

He was just driving without talking, brows furrowed,eyes focused on the road

But the problem is that he was driving so fast and you started to get scared at this point

"We're going so fast" you managed to say in a low tone eyes focused on him

"Mind your own business" he replied back

"Heeseung don't be like this" you said moving towards him

He started to drive even faster at your actions not caring about anything

You were so frustrated because he didn't even listen to you and you had enough

"Slow down" you said raising your tone

He didn't care at all

"ENOUGH" you said grabbing his hand making him pull the car off to the side of the road

He grabbed your hand pulling you close to him, grabbing your hair with his other hand and smashing his lips to yours

Your other hand was in the air not knowing where to land at his sudden action which was not what you were expecting at all

He was kissing you aggressively, tongue inside your mouth like he was discovering somewhere new

He let go of your hand, placing his hand on your throat instead

He bite your lower lip as if he was trying to make it bleed while slightly squeezing your throat with one of his hands

"Get to the backseat" he whispered on your lips, unfastening his belt and yours

You got out of the car, getting to the backseat and him following you

"Sit" he said showing his lap and so you did placing your legs on both sides, sitting on his lap while looking at his eyes

He pushed your hair behind your shoulders, then placing one of his hands back to where it was on your throat

"Minhee huh? Your ex?" He asked teasing while his index finger was playing with your lower lip

"He isn't my ex"

"Hmm" he got closer to lick your lips then pulling off

He wasn't believing you and you honestly had no idea what he was thinking

All you could think was to kiss him and apologize until he forgives you

Your breath was getting heavier at the sight of him looking that good, his sharp features glowing at night

"How can I make myself forgiven?"

"So you admit you flirted with him while i was gone"

"No, I wasn't he is one of my old friends from high school"

"Which you have a past with" he added to your words

"I-"

"Shhhh" he said cutting you his index finger pressed on your lips, while his other hand was moving down to your ass

He hold your jaw to bring you closer to himself "Make me belive you"

"I'll do anything"

"Anything?" He asked with a small smirk on his face

"Yes, just tell me anything you want please Heeseung"

"Hmmm"

"I'm loyal only to you" you said kissing him, closing the gap between your bodies

He kissed you back, hands on your thighs squeezing your flesh and pulling you close even more

A little moan escaped from your mouth to his lips when he grabbed your ass moving his hips under you

You hold onto his neck, his other hand on your hair, tilting your head to a side to make a better way for his tongue to find yours

His small hip movements under you made you crazy with how the way he touched you, more passionate than ever

He moved onto your jawline licking his way down to your neck placing wet kisses before sucking your skin

Your hand sliding into his hair slightly gripping on them before he held your hands and lead them to behind your back, holding with one of his hands not letting you touch him

His other hand was drawing slow, small circles on your back while he was still working on your neck

You were sure everywhere he bites would turn into bruises tomorrow but honestly you just wanted more

His hand on your back, his hips moving under yours, his lips on your neck everything was too perfect

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he would flirt me" you said in a shaky voice

He sucked on your flesh harshly making you whine, making it clear that he was still pissed off

"I only love you, just you" you said voice cracking, because you hated yourself for making him feel this bad

"How much do you love me?" He whispered to your ear

"As much as to do anything you want me to do for you"

"That's daring for you to say considering our situation now y/n" he said moving his hips, pushing you down on his lap

"I mean what I said" you said before leaning in to kiss him

"We'll see" he said caressing your skin, he seemed to belive you but he still needed you to calm him down a bit

"Tell me what to do" you said kissing his nose

"You owed me a night remember? Pay me back once we're home" he said kissing your collarbone before hugging you tightly, face buried on your chest

"Anything for you, Heeseung"

[hyuckssunchip]

Blooming Pt. 1

Pairings: Jisung x Reader, ft. nct dream, lucas (honorary member of dream)

Words: 7.5K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), angst, fluff

Synopsis:

Love isn’t as easy as it seems, Park Jisung is an advocate of that. A blooming relationship that has prematurely ceased can be re-sparked years later, or can it? Will Jisung be able to overcome his fears in order to succeed in what he deems love?

Part 1 | Part 2 

Freshman Yr.

Hey Jisung,

I know that this is kinda random and I only have the guts to do this now because I probably won’t see you again but here goes. I think you are a really sweet and cool guy and I wish I had gotten to know you better, probably because I had a big crush on you... I just thought I would send this to you because I know it’s nice to know and it’s probably a little bit of a confidence booster. (I also kinda wanted to get this off my chest). Sorry for the essay and you don’t have to respond to this if it’s awkward … I hope you stay safe especially with what’s going on right now 

You held your breath, panicking at the loading sign on your phone. Welp, it was too late now.

You were pacing back and forth in your living room, nail very much in your mouth as you bit them anxiously.

“I just sent it.” You breathed out, “Oh my god, I just sent it.” At this point you were nearly in tears you were so nervous.

“That’s good. It’s like one a.m. though, so don’t be too worried if he doesn’t answer right away.” You nodded into the receiver, and although your best friend couldn’t see you, she still understood your silence.

You had called your best friend earlier to ask for her advice about the guy you had told her about months ago. It was the last quarter of school for this year and you finally had the courage to confess to him. 

Your best friend Megan was a little bit more experienced than you and she laughed when you had told her you wrote drafts, and you promptly sent it to her.

“He’s not writing back.” You told her, staring intently at the screen, refreshing it every few seconds as if that would make him answer. 

“Well of course not, you literally sent it ten seconds ago. Besides I told you, it’s late, he might just reply in the morning.” She sighed at your panicked state.

“Oh my god! He read it.” You bit your lip, staring at the numbers below your text.

“Oh.” She giggled, “Cute, he has read receipts on like you.” 

You barely had time to comprehend what she had said when you gasped out, “Oh my god. He’s typing, he’s typing! There’s bubbles.”

She laughed, “Wow, that was fast.”

You weren’t exactly paying attention to her, focused very much on the bubbles that were still there. Then suddenly they stopped.

“They stopped.” You felt the need to relay everything to her.

“That’s fine, he’s probably just reading over it.” You nodded, trying to convince yourself. But you couldn’t because nothing ever came. It was almost 25 minutes later that you heard the familiar ding of your phone.

Hey Y/N! thanks for letting me know, it really is not easy but rip coronavirus really is kinda messing with everything. i think you’re a really nice person and if circumstances would have allowed, i would have wanted to get to know you more too. everything is kinda hectic rn and i wish you the besttt and stay safe too!!

Immediately you called Megan again. “It doesn’t look good…Listen to what he said.” You read the text, heart dropping with every word you read.

“What are you talking about? That’s a good thing. Y/N he said he wants to get to know you better too. That’s sweet. I think he’s just keeping it open though, cause there’s not much you guys can do anyways.”

“Yeah.” You tried to not let out how dejected you were, but it was clear to her.

“Hey don’t worry about it. If he doesn’t like you then he’s not worth worrying over.”

“Right.” You pouted despite what she said making sense. “Look I’ll call you later, I’ve got to go now.”

“Okay, Y/N, don’t stress too much about it, okay?”

You hummed back, mumbling out your goodbyes.

The moment you hung up, you threw your phone on the bed, falling next to it. You sighed, trying not to overthink everything.

That’s why you confessed now, so that if you were so badly rejected, you wouldn’t have to see him again. Right?

You groaned, closing your eyes, hoping that sleep would make you feel better. Or perhaps you would wake up and find that this was all a dream. 

You woke up and of course with habit, the first thing you did was look over at your phone. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, grinning at the screen. 

You weren’t thrilled that it was in reality a dream, but on the other hand things had become very real very fast.

NOTIFICATION

Park Jisung            5:18 a.m.

oh, are you still going back to school next year?

You smiled at the text, heart immediately choosing to beat faster than you would’ve liked. With a glance at the clock you realized it was 8:07 a.m. and you couldn’t stop yourself from replying the moment you saw it.

yeah, i’m planning on living off campus tho… are you gonna live off campus too?

You panicked, staring at the screen, knowing damn well that he wasn’t about to reply at 8 in the morning. You had to restrain yourself from calling your best friend that very moment, you were in a happy mood and waking her up would not keep that.

The entire day you were buzzing, constantly checking your phone for new notifications. For the first time you understood what phantom texts felt like. Every couple of minutes you were sure that you felt a text, but alas it was your imagination. 

It wasn’t until 4 p.m. when a real text came through, ringing loud and clear. You had turned your ringer on and off, making sure that it was working just in case.

yup! I’ll be living by the shopping complex in downtown. how about you?

Restraint was not easy for you, and you replied after a few moments passed. Megan had constantly told you to let at least a few minutes pass, but you couldn’t help it. Besides, read receipts were not in your favor.

Conversation seemed to come really easy to you, and after an hour of texting non stop he said he had one more final to take.

You understood and immediately felt bad, realizing that you had taken up precious study time for him. You wished him good luck and spent the rest of the night relaying every detail to Megan over the phone.

Little did you know that that conversation would be the last for a long time.

3 months later

It was time for a break. And what better way was there than a small kickback with your best friends after midterms?

“I brought the good stuff.” You were startled, laying on the daybed of your other friend, Camille’s room. It was the perfect spot for a kickback. A couple hundred feet from the main house, and completely stocked with all that you needed. 

You sat up glancing at the armfuls of alcohol Megan had snagged, don’t ask how she got it.

You giggled at the thought, watching as Camille helped unload. “Let the games begin.”

“Truth or Dare Y/N?” You groaned, turning away from the both of them. 

“You know I hate this game.”

Megan didn’t let up. “Camille has a pond.” 

That was enough information for you. You took a glance out the window, noting that it was freezing outside. You were not taking a chance on her intentions. “Truth.”

“Boring.” She sang, but nevertheless had a question set. “Have you talked to that boy since the last time you called me about him?”

You grumbled to yourself, taking a shot and grimacing. “No.” 

“Why not?” Camille asked, reaching for the bottle still in your hand.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know, I’m too much of a coward to text him now. But he could text me first too you know. Especially cause I took the first jump. It’s probably because he doesn’t like me.”

You sighed, staring at the bottle again, tempted to take another shot.

“I’m sure that’s not the case.” You missed the look Megan shot Camille, already coming up with a new idea.

In the end you caved, choosing that perhaps another shot could bring you happiness. But it just burned your throat.

“Megan truth or dare?”

“Dare, duh.” You watched the proud look on her face.

“I dare you to… snapchat that dude that sent dick pics to fuck off.” Camille said, watching Megan’s face contort into delight.

“Hell yeah! It would be my pleasure.” She giggled, and you noticed that she was feeling the alcohol as well.

You felt the need to roll your eyes again.

“Done. And blocked.” She tossed her phone in the middle of the group with satisfaction.

“I don’t know why you just didn’t block him right after he sent them.” You commented, chewing on a gummy worm. 

She just shrugged, “I don’t know, it was kind of fun I guess. Anyways. Camille, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Do you really only see Carson as a friend?” Camille sputtered at the question, spitting out a bit of juice.

“No, I see him as a brother. That’s disgusting, besides he’s dating Bailee.” She shook her head, working to clean up the mess.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t like him.” Megan muttered, before dropping it and turning back to you.

“Y/N truth or dare?”

“Truth.” You mumbled out, not really paying attention.

“Come on, do at least one dare. It’s not fun if you only answer truth.” She whined, pushing another cup of jungle juice towards you.

You hesitantly sniffed the cup before taking a sip. A moment of silence passed as they waited for you. You let out a deep sigh, “Fine, dare. What do you want?”

“I dare you to text him.”

You froze, you knew that’s what she was going to say, but you were so out of it that you let it slide.

“You know I can’t do that.” You answered, wide eyed.

“It’s a dare.” Megan nodded at the window, insinuating the punishment.

“No, I really can’t. I’ll give you my phone though, but I can’t do it.” You dug the phone out of your backpack and tossed it next to hers, which she grabbed immediately typing in your password that she had memorized.

“Deal. I’ll just start it, then you can keep the conversation going.” You waved her off, choosing to drown yourself in as much alcohol as you could in hopes of forgetting that this happened tomorrow morning.

“Done. I just sent hey, with like three y’s and a smiley face. Not the emoji though.” Your mouth dropped at her.

“That’s so not me though. You know I use emojis, and I don’t do the all, heyyyy thing. He’s gonna know.” She just shrugged, sliding the phone back to you.

You sighed, staring at the empty screen, the other two returning to the game.

But it was three minutes later when your phone dinged, a text from Jisung lighting up your screen.

“Is that him?” Camille asked, peeking over at the screen.

“Yeah. I don’t wanna read it though, you do it.” You pushed it away, pulling your knees into your chest.

“I got you.” Megan paused. “See. Guys like the hey thing. He did it back, I don’t know what you were talking about, he’s totally into you.”

You grinned, crawling forward to see for yourself. The phone dinged again seconds later.

“Ooh, that’s hot. I like it when a guy texts in multiple bubbles, it shows they just text you what they think. They’re not planning it out or anything.” Megan commented, already typing in a response for you.

You watched over her shoulder, glancing at Camille who was doing the same. 

“Is this good?” You just nodded back, sitting back on your heels to take a break.

“Oh, wow. That was fast. He texted back.” Although she sounded impressed, she frowned at the text.

“What? What is it?” You asked, panicking at her expression.

“Nothing. He’s just… dry. Was he always a dry texter?” She asked, handing the phone back to you.

“No? I don’t know, I didn’t think he was dry, we texted for like an hour straight that one time.” You mumbled, looking at the phone disappointed.

“Well he seems pretty dry to me. Maybe you should text him, maybe you were right, my texting was too different from yours.” You bit your lip and nodded, trying to come up with a response to him.

You didn’t know if it was because you were drunk, or that he could tell you were drunk, but while the conversation did get slightly better, he seemed dry to you as well. It was after twenty minutes of texting that you couldn’t keep the conversation any longer. You became frustrated at the dwindling conversation.

You had chosen to contact him again after three months of ghosting each other, and now he was making it difficult to carry a conversation. Maybe he really doesn’t like you. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Fine, you thought, you weren’t reaching out anymore. You didn’t want to be seen as pathetic, you could catch a hint. He just didn’t like you and was being nice. If he did actually like you, he could reach out to you.

This didn’t stop you from thinking about him for the month following the drunken incident. 

2 years later  Junior Yr.

“I swear if you’re late for this one too, I’m not setting you up on anymore blind dates!” You winced at the sound of your roommate cursing at you.

“I’m going!” You yelled back, slipping out the front door before she had a chance to attack you again. 

You managed to close door without hearing what ever else she had in store for you. 

Your keys jangled as you quickly tried to lock the bright red door, giving it one last tug of reassurance when you turned on your heel to find your car.

“Oof!” A body collided with yours, you were partially, well mostly at fault. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I should’ve paid more attention. It’s just, I was in a bit of a rush…” You trailed off, finally getting a good look at the other person’s face. “Jisung?”

He simply stared back with a blank look on his face, mouth hung slightly open. “Y/N?”

You hated how your heart quickened at the sound of your name from his lips. 

“I-I… wow…” You stuttered out, not quite able to act as natural as you had hoped. “Do you live here?”

“Uh… yeah, I live next door.” He pointed to your left, and when you followed his finger sure enough it was right next to your apartment. You missed the way that he looked you up and down, gulping at the sight of you in years. 

“Oh. Wow, what a coincidence, I guess.” You laughed out nervously, hands playing with your lanyard.

“Yeah.” He nodded back, not really making eye contact. Not that you were trying either.

“Well…”

“Yeah.”

There was an awkward silence between you two, and you cleared your throat to break some tension.

“I was actually on my way out, so… I’ve got to get going. But I’ll see you around.” You put on a fake smile that didn’t really reach your eyes, and shot him a wave before rushing off to your car. Once under the safety of your car, you sighed and tried to discreetly glance at the boy you hadn’t seen or thought of in years.

You shook your head, starting the ignition. It’s time to forget him, you told yourself, besides I’ve got a date waiting for me right now.

It wasn’t until Jisung was positive you could no longer see him, having driven off minutes ago, that he threw his head back and let out the deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. The blush he had been so desperately holding out finally came over his face, as he felt the heat burn his ears.

He had just begun to forget about you, from time to time, pausing over your conversation stream. Although it was torture, every once in a while he would read back all the texts, hating the way that they abruptly stopped. On occasion, mostly when he was drunk, but there were times when he was sober, he would even type out a text but fail to send it.

Jisung was never the outgoing type, he envied those who were. Those that could just strike up a conversation and carry on like it was second nature. But it was hard for Jisung. It took work and energy, and sometimes he didn’t have that. It was stressful and scary to Jisung.

It was a godsend when you reached out to him years ago, claiming so boldly your feelings for him. He wasn’t going to admit it, but then he had asked for his friends help in responding. It was Mark’s wishy-washy personality that had unbeknowingly sent your mind in circles that night.

It was Haechan’s straight-forward nature that had forced him to text you at 5 a.m. the next morning. He was tired of hearing about Jisung’s concerns as to why you didn’t reply earlier, complaining that if he was that worried just text her.

So he did.

And it worked. 

It worked so well. That hour he had spent texting you had butterflies dancing in his belly. He had never felt happier or more connected than at that moment. It wasn’t until his alarm rang, notifying him that he had five minutes until his last final did he stop smiling.

He was more than disappointed when nothing came out of the conversation. Of course he knew that it wasn’t just your fault, after all he had a phone, he could text you too.

And he tried, he really did. Multiple times. But every text he drafted was soon deleted and so the conversation ran dry. That was until three months later, May 16th.

But you always seemed to catch him at a bad time. It was Saturday, but his professor had given him an extension on his paper and it was due at midnight.

Your first text came at 10:58 p.m. 

It took all he had not to answer the text, and eventually he did cave. But as much as he wanted to focus on you he couldn’t, after all he had begged his professor to extend his deadline, he had to finish this. 

Maybe that’s why this time you didn’t seem so responsive. Maybe that’s why this time it only took twenty minutes for the conversation to end.

Maybe that’s why, after it took him forty-five minutes to respond to your last text, you left him on read.

“What’s with the long face dude?” His best friend, and housemate asked, slapping his back passive-aggressively.

“Nothing. And I don’t have a long face.” He pushed back, shoving him softly out of the way.

“Who was that? At the front door?” Jaemin asked, shoving a cookie into his mouth. 

“No one, just someone I knew.” Jisung muttered back, reaching out to steal one from the jar.

“Just someone I knew.” Chenle mocked back, leaning against the wall of the kitchen. “Right. We all could see the look on your face, that’s not just someone you knew.”

Jisung shrugged. “She was a girl I was texting.” He tried to pull it off nonchalantly, but it was evident to his housemates that it wasn’t nothing.

“Shit. Was that that girl you were talking to freshman year? The one you were head over heels for?” Jeno asked, grabbing a seat on a barstool, his laptop tightly in his grip. It was obvious he was working on something.

“Y/N?”Jaemin asked around the crumbs that filled his mouth.

“Ew. Gross. Have some manners dude.” Renjun said shoving Jaemin off the counter where he was perched, “And how many times do I have to tell you not to sit on the counter, that’s not sanitary. We have chairs for a reason.”

Jaemin made a face, but still moved to take a seat next to Jeno.

“Yeah.” Jisung frowned at the rest of the guys. “Did I make it that obvious?”

Renjun laughed, pulling a plate out of the cabinet. “You just talked about her everyday for a month. But no, not that obvious.”

“You should talk to her again, does she live close by?” Jeno asked, typing away at his computer.

“Yeah, she’s… uh… she’s our neighbor.” He rushed the last bit out, knowing that they would take advantage of the situation.

“Ooh! Our Jisung’s little girlfriend lives next door guys!” Chenle cackled out, “Guys, this is fate. And it’s our job to help out.”

Jisung scowled at him, knowing that Chenle meant what he said, “No. Guys leave her alone. Don’t make things weird. We’re going to be neighbors for the rest of the year, I don’t want to have to avoid her.”

“Avoid who?” 

“Haechan, how many times did I tell you to give me that key back?” Renjun asked, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

“Too many.” Haechan shrugged, letting Mark close the door behind him. “You can have this one back though, I’ve got two more copies at my apartment.”

Renjun threw his hands in the air, “I give up.” He picked up his plate of leftovers, opting to sit at the bar next to Jaemin.

“Who are we avoiding though?” Mark asked, settling against the wall next to Chenle.

“Y/N.” Chenle said, giving Mark a knowing grin.

“Y/N? Wait isn’t that...?” Mark furrowed his eyebrows, sporting his signature confused face.

“Uh-huh.” 

“Why are we avoiding her?” He asked, turning to Jisung, who had been awfully quiet.

“We’re not.” Jeno spoke up, finally shutting his laptop. “We just found out she’s our neighbor and Jisung doesn’t want us to do anything about it, cause he doesn’t want to avoid her.”

Haechan grinned, pulling out a glass and filling it up with water from the fridge. “So you still like her?”

“No.” There was an empty silence. “Yes.” 

Jisung sighed at the commotion his confession caused. 

“Well, don’t you think it’s our duty, as your friend, to help you out? After all, I feel like I am very invested in this budding relationship. I did help send the text that set things in motion.” Haechan boasted animatedly, accidently spilling some of his water, which he wiped up with this sock.

“No. I don’t think that it’s your duty. And please stay out of it?” He all but begged the rest of the boys. Much to his dismay, none of them looked like they were swayed. 

Jaemin clapped his hands together standing up, “Okay, how about some neighborly cookies? Everyone likes cookies.” 

Jeno rolled his eyes with a smile, but stood up anyways. “Sure I’m down, but no more of those peanut butter ones, those are shitty. Can’t we just do chocolate chip?”

Jaemin frowned, digging through the pantry cabinet. “You’re lucky we’re out of those. Chocolate chip it is.”

Haechan strolled towards Jisung, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, “How about we get drafting then?” He snorted, “I think a nice love letter should do it.”

Jisung shoved him away with more force than necessary, “Get off me. And no. Stop it with the love letter thing, I was drunk and sad okay?”

Mark butted in before the two of them would really start fighting, “Actually I don’t think that’s a bad idea. I think she’d like that, like, slip it in with the cookies or something. Just say you’d like to see her again, and hang out.”

Renjun stood up, placing his dishes in the sink, “Dude this is why Jisung sent mixed signals in the first place, ‘i’d like to see you again’, ‘let’s hang out’. Can you get any more confusing than that?”

Mark frowned and cocked his head, opening his mouth to retort, but Haechan beat him to it.  “Then what would you say Renjun? ‘Oh how beautiful your eyes compare to a midsummer’s eve. May I court you this evening?’”

Renjun glared at him. “You’re not funny. And no. I was going to say, just tell her it was a missed opportunity. That you’d like to take her out on a date now that you can.”

Jisung shook his head violently at the sound of that. “How am I supposed to do that? That’s way too straight forward, what if she says no?”

“Dude, she likes you. Remember? She sent you that text. And if her feelings aren’t there anymore then… well… I don’t know. But the chances are low.” Jeno tried to reassure him, not doing a very good job of it.

Jisung sucked a breath in, ultimately letting out a hissing noise. 

“Trust me on this one Jisung. I make a mean cookie, we’ll just head over there later today and rekindle whatever you two have.” Jaemin cooed at the boy with a big smile.

“Right. Like I can trust all of you.” He muttered to himself, choosing to escape to the confines of his room.

“So… how was it?” Your roommate asked expectantly, a far change from the way she was speaking to you earlier.

You shrugged, “I dunno, he was nice I guess.” You shook your head. “I don’t know why you guys are all pushy on this stuff. Like I get it, but it’s weird trying to date someone that I’ve just met you know?”

Your roommate Alex just shook her head, waving you off. “Whatever, so did you like him or not? Is there gonna be a second date?”

You laughed at her, she was way too invested in your non-existent love life. “I don’t know, I think so. He was sweet and stuff, but like I said it’s weird.”

“Well, that’s the furthest you’ve gotten so far.” You sent her a glare. “I’m just saying. You always either end up leaving the date, or never seeing them again.”

“Shut up, I don’t-”

You were cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Alex and you exchanged glances, you weren’t expecting anybody.

She stood up, grabbing the bat next to the door, that your mother insisted you bring, ‘just in case’.

You huffed, moving past her, “You know, you could just look through the peephole.” You leaned forward squinting into the door, only to find a group of boys that seemed your age.

“Who is it?”

You pulled back, tilting your head, “I don’t know, just a group of guys.”

You unlocked the door, peeking out through the crack slightly, and you were greeted very enthusiastically by the boy in front.

“Hi!” He grinned, showing off a perfect set of pearly whites. He was waving very aggressively with his free hand, the other seemed to be holding a plate of cookies. “I’m Jaemin! We’re neighbors.”

After his quick introduction he shoved the plate towards you, never letting the smile leave his face.

“Uh… hi?” You weren’t quite sure what to say. 

Luckily Alex did, “Hi, I’m Alex and this is Y/N. That’s so sweet of you.” She smiled back, taking the plate from you. “Do you guys want to come in? We can crack them open right now.”

You stepped back, watching the trail of six- no seven guys just stroll into your apartment. 

“What the hell?” You muttered to yourself, closing the door softly behind the last boy.

“Hi Y/N.”

You looked up to see Jisung again, and you took a slight step back, startled at the sight.

“Jisung. Oh.” You barely let out.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to overstep or anything. The guys just wanted to meet you… all. They wanted to meet all of you… cause you’re our neighbors, and all…”

You blushed realizing that he had heard you comment, completely ignoring the way that Jisung was stumbling all over his words.

Haechan took no time in introducing himself, and taking the honor of introducing everyone else as well.

“I’m Haechan, this is Mark, Jeno, Chenle, and Renjun. You already know Jaemin, and I’m aware that you already know Jisung.” He grinned proudly after gesturing to each of the respective boys.

“Jisung?” Alex asked, eyebrows raised. You hadn’t told her about him. For one, it never came up, and secondly, it’s not like it was anything important now. That was years ago, you didn’t feel the need to inform her of every detail of your life, like him.

Haechan cocked his head, “Yeah. You didn’t know they knew each other?”

You furrowed your brows at him. “And how do you know that?”

Jisung shyly raised his hand next to you, embarrassed that he was outed for spilling the details to his friends. “Sorry, that would be my fault.”

You turned slightly, mouth dropping at his face, “Oh. I didn’t mean it like that. I..I- That came out wrong. I’m not mad or anything, I was just shocked.”

You bit your lip feeling guilty about the way he responded.

“Anyways.” Jaemin interrupted the awkward silence. “We just wanted to say hi and stop by. Maybe we can all hang out and stuff and be neighborly.”

He grinned, looking around at the group.

“Right.” You nodded slowly, “Thanks for the cookies, and it was nice meeting you all.” There was a forced smile on your face, but none of the boys seemed to notice or care.

Eventually the boys filtered out one by one, and you closed the door, sighing against it.

“They were nice.” Alex said, taking a bite in a cookie. “Oooh, and these are hella good.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, moving to sit on the couch.

“Why do you look like that? You don’t like them?” She asked, grabbing a glass for milk. “You and Jisung already know each other though. By the way, how do you know him?”

You rubbed your hand over his face. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, I have the rest of the day.” She sang back, taking a seat on the cushion next to you.

And so, now that Jisung was back in your life, you were left no choice to fill her in.

“Damn! That’s awkward as hell.” Her eyes were widened to the max.

“Yeah, I know. But I didn’t want them to feel super weird, cause you know, neighbors right? I just can’t believe my luck though.” You sighed leaning back, slouching down.

“Yeah, but do you like him though?” She asked, to which you whipped your head towards her.

“What?”

“Do you like him? I mean this could be really good for you. Actually it’s a win-win for everyone here. I can stop forcing you on blind dates and you can date the boy you’ve been pining after for years.” She shrugged like it was obvious.

“Okay, I have not been pining after him for years, and we’re not going to date just because I liked him two years ago. I mean, didn’t you get it from what I told you? He doesn’t like me.” You tried to shut her down.

“What are you talking about? Did you see him today? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.” You frowned at her observation. You didn’t remember it the way she did, every time you looked at him, which wasn’t that often, he was desperately trying to avoid eye contact.

“No he wasn’t.” You nevertheless blushed at the idea. 

“Ooh, you’re blushing! Someone has a cru-ush!” She raised her voice, and you slapper her.

“Shut up, they’re right next door remember? They’re our neighbors.” She simply winked at you. 

“And no I don’t.” You added as an afterthought.

The small restaurant was bustling with energy, something the boys loved.

“Dude, why haven’t we been here before?” Mark asked, eyes wide with excitement, smacking Haechan’s shoulder unnecessarily hard.

Haechan tried to move away from him, but to no avail.

“I told you, Jeno always said this place was pricey.” He muttered back, giving in when he realised Mark’s habit wasn’t disappearing anytime soon.

“We shouldn’t have trusted Jeno’s cheap ass.” Renjun snorted, “The prices here look decent.”

“Hey!” Jeno tried to defend himself. “I’m a college student, everything is expensive.”

Jaemin threw an arm over Jeno’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. “Let’s just grab a booth.”

As they trudged down the busy pathway, Jeno spotted a familiar face.

“Hey isn’t that Y/N?” Jeno asked, elbowing Jisung in the side. But Jisung was already aware of your presence, he had been the moment they stepped into the restaurant.

“Don’t point.” Renjun slapped the boy’s hand down.

“I wasn’t-”

“Shut up.” 

“Wait… who’s that with her?” Jaemin asked the obvious, slurring his words at the end, as if just understanding the situation.

It seemed as if you were on a date, and Jisung’s heart dropped. It felt like his entire world came crashing down, like any and all hope he had in you went out the window.

Of course you would have a boyfriend, it’s been two years since you last talked, and it’s not like you were even an item. You texted for an hour. 

Jisung closed his eyes for a second, but the picture was still searing in his brain. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he told you that he liked you.

“I guess we didn’t think about that. That she could have a boyfriend.” 

“Yeah, I mean it has been two years.” Mark nodded, agreeing with Jaemin.

“Guys, not helping.” Renjun said between gritted teeth.

Jisung bit his lip, silently running over the image of you. 

Is that your boyfriend? How long had you been dating? Was it after he ran into you? If he asked you out then, would that be him? 

He had so many questions he wanted answered, but he would never get them.

Chenle pulled his arm roughly, trying to drag him into the booth. “Jisung you’re staring. Try not to make it so obvious.” He teased.

Jisung quickly averted his eyes, choosing to sit where he could watch you from his seat. His stomach felt queasy, maybe that was a bad idea. Suddenly he lost his appetite at the sight of you smiling so widely at something funny your date had said.

Mark glanced up from his menu, staring at Jisung who was now downing his water. He elbowed Haechan who was concentrating on the menu. 

“Dude, say something.” He hissed at him, trying to get Haechan to lift the mood. But for some reason, today of all days, he wasn’t having it.

Haechan just shrugged, shaking his head, “What do you want me to do?” Then he went back to his menu.

Mark bit his lip nervously, feeling uncomfortable at the sight of Jisung so anxious. He shot a look at Renjun who understood and at least tried to spark up conversation.

“So Jeno, who’d you come here with again?” He asked, an attempt at diverting attention from the elephant in the room.

“Uhh… some girl…” Jeno mumbled back, blushing furiously.

“Jeno’s blushing!” Chenle shouted out, his loud voice carrying across the restaurant. 

This had Jisung cracking a smile. 

“Dude, not so loud.” Jeno groaned out, sinking into his seat. He turned to glare at Renjun, “Did you have to bring that up?”

Renjun shrugged, but sent a small apologetic smile. ‘Sorry’ he mouthed at the embarrassed boy.

You had Chenle to thank for alerting you of the group’s presence. You pulled away from your conversation with Lucas and craned your head to get a glimpse of your neighbors.

“Do you know them?” Lucas asked, following your gaze.

“Oh, yeah, they’re my neighbors.” You said back, tearing your eyes from their booth.

“Yikes, they’re kind of loud.” He chuckled, “That must be rough on you.”

You gave him a smile, accompanied by your own giggle. “Lucas, in case you didn’t notice, you’re loud.”

He let out a fake gasp, holding his hand against his chest, “Me?”

You laughed, “Lucas, on our first date you thought we had so many complaints about the ‘loud dude in the booth’ that they asked us to leave.”

He frowned, “It’s not my fault my voice carries. And I have a very pleasant laugh, they should’ve been happy to hear it.” He pouted, “But we got ice cream to make up for it.”

You bit your lip, holding back your grin at the memory. “Yeah and it was freezing out.” You paused watching his expression, “But it’s never too cold for ice cream, besides, I wouldn’t have gotten your jacket out of it. And by the way, I’m keeping it. It’s soft.”

He smiled widely, immediately agreeing with you. “I’m just gonna use that excuse to see you again.”

You returned his sentiment, it wouldn’t be all that bad to meet Lucas again. You seemed to enjoy yourself every time you met.

“Oh. Jisung, hey.” You let out surprised.

“Hi.” He smiled at you shyly, staring back at you.

“Hi.” You blushed at the awkward tension between the two of you.

You turned and locked the door quietly before facing your neighbor again. “I was just heading out.”

“Right.” He mumbled, retreating back towards his apartment.

“I was going to the bookstore to pick up some things…” You trailed off, watching his expression, “If you’d like to come…?”

You immediately regretted your offer, ducking your head to hide your embarrassment. “You don’t have to, that was-”

“Sure.”

You froze, quickly snapping your head to meet his gaze.

“I uhh… have some things to take care of too.” He stumbled over his words to accept your offer.

“Oh, okay.” You smiled shyly at your feet, a strange feeling in your stomach turning.

You nodded in the direction of campus, trudging forward slowly at first to let him catch up. Soon enough the two of you were keeping pace.

A few minutes passed before Jisung cleared his throat, “So what are you getting from the bookstore?”

You nodded to yourself, “I have a textbook I ordered. It’s ridiculous isn’t it? How insanely overpriced it is, and it’s not like it’s even possible to pass the class without it. I mean I’m paying enough for college, now I have to pay on top of that.” You took a breath and chuckled nervously, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to rant on you.”

Jisung grinned at the way you were so worked up, “No not at all. I totally agree. It’s a rip off, I mean why not just make it part of tuition, we’re paying enough as it is.”

You nodded, “Right? It’s not right to make it required, like I could totally pirate it online, but if the professors make our homework using the online site to turn it in, that’s not even an option.”

You sighed exasperated, and missed the look on Jisung’s face. He seemed to enjoy the way you raved on about something as simple as a textbook.

You paused at the sound of his laughter from beside you, and you turned to look at him with a smile, enjoying the sound. 

It was a fifteen minute walk to campus, and another five to the bookstore. And before you knew it the building was looming over your heads.

Jisung jogged a few paces before you, reaching for the door. You paused, watching as he stood aside, holding the door for you.

You blushed, perhaps, as they say, chivalry isn’t dead. “Thank you.”

You reached your hand up, pressing your cold fingers against your burning cheeks, an attempt to chase away the color.

“So which class is it for?” He asked, looking around, and thankfully not noticing your heated face.

“Economics.” You replied, lifting your head in search of your department.

The two of you wandered around for a few more moments, not searching particularly hard for the book in question.

“Look, introduction to Korean Pop Music.” He laughed, pointing at the textbook. “Can you believe there’s a whole course on that?”

You smiled, looking. “I dunno, it seems interesting. Besides, there’s classes for classical music, and pop music, why not K-pop?” 

He nodded back, giving you a glance.

“Here, economics.” You mumbled out, walking down the long corridor. You ran your fingers along the spines of all the books, stopping at the familiar title. “Jesus, 98 dollars.”

He frowned, sidling up next to you. 

Sighing you reluctantly pulled the book off the shelf. “Ready?”

Jisung looked at you under heavy brows.

“You’re going to get it?”

“It comes with the online version. I mean I have to get the online portion, might as well get the hardcopy for free with it.” You nodded towards the check out, stepping towards the staircase.

He followed in suit, stuffing his hands in his pocket. He ran into your back after you stopped abruptly, suddenly remembering something.

“Oh, didn’t you have to get a book?”

Jisung’s eyes widened, “Oh yeah.” At that moment he reached out and grabbed what seemed to be a random book from the closest table, but you chose to ignore it.

He raised the book, and gave you a smile.

Your eyebrows shot up, “Introduction to the female reproductive system?”

Jisung suddenly turned very pale, as he tried to play it off. “Yeah, ummm… for my biology class.”

You grinned, nodding like you believed him. But you chose to continue up the stairs, unable to watch as his face contorted. While you weren’t looking he quickly flipped over the cover, gulping at the sight of the price.

“80 dollars?” But he shook it off, trudging after you.

“Anything else for you?” A boy around the same age as you was checking you out.

“Nope, that should be it.” You smiled, fumbling around with your purse to find your wallet.

“Economics huh? Are you a ManEcon major?” He asked, leaning towards you slightly, ignoring Jisung who had arrived nearby.

You looked up from your bag, “Huh? Oh, yeah ManEcon. You?”

Your hand was still deep in your back when he replied. “Same, I’m a Junior, I managed to switch in last year.”

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows, “Was it difficult?”

“No, I mean I knew I wanted to switch early on, so I already was taking the classes I needed.”

You nodded back, “That makes sense. Have you taken macro yet? I’m signed up this quarter but I’m a little nervous.”

“I had Zeggert last quarter, she was pretty good.” He smiled, nodding, “She likes it when people go into office hours, really tries to help.”

You cracked a smile of your own, “No way, I have Zeggert. Thank goodness, I’m definitely going to use her office hours a lot then.”

You took a moment to successfully dig out your wallet, sliding him your card.

“That’s good, well, I’m here basically all the time. So if you ever need help, you know where to find me.” He winked at you, returning the card.

You murmured out a quick thanks, and stepped aside to let Jisung pay for his books.

Jisung didn’t take long, and you noticed that he was particularly cold with the cashier, who in turn wasn’t nearly as friendly with him as he was with you.

“He was kind of flirting with you.” Jisung mumbled out, picking at the brand new spine of his unneeded textbook.

You glanced at him, stepping through the door that he once again held open, not knowing how to respond to him.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asked under his breath as you caught up beside him.

“What?” You shot him a puzzled look.

Jisung raised his eyebrows, “Your boy...friend?” He slowed his words, questioning them himself.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You let out, not pausing in your steps. The same couldn’t be said for Jisung.

He jogged slightly to catch up. “But your date…?”

“My date?” You asked, now choosing to stop and face him. You shook your head, confused, “What date?”

“The- the guy you were with at the restaurant Wednesday.” He studied the sidewalk intently, flustered at his confession.

“You saw me?” You leaned down slightly, trying to catch his gaze.

“I-uh… I mean I didn’t mean to watch you. But we just happened to go to that restaurant.” He mumbled, choosing to walk forward and escape the situation, but you quickly caught up.

“He’s not my boyfriend, I mean, we were on a date, but he’s not my boyfriend.” You felt the need to defend yourself, or at least clear things up. Although you didn’t know why you felt the need.

“Oh. A date.” He mumbled. He was overjoyed at the fact that you weren’t dating anyone, but couldn’t help but be disappointed at the mention of a date. From what he remembered, you seemed to be enjoying yourself then.

The silence grew until you reached your doorstep. It had taken Jisung fifteen minutes to decide, fifteen minutes to pluck up the courage he needed.

“How about a date with me?” Although he refused to meet your eyes, you felt the genuinity.

Part 2

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[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

In relations to my last ask, how would you write Danny revealing his ghost identity to Sam and Tucker? Set somewhere in the month between Danny being vaporized by the ghost portal and the opening episode.

sorry for sitting on this one for a couple days, I didn't have the spoons to go into the answer I felt it deserved

I know there have been fics and aus about Sam and Tucker not being there during the accident, but it's been so long since I read one so I guess it's time for my take on it!

Danny would have been Freaking Out after it happened, like he sees his reflection and realises that something fuckin' weird absolutely just happened to him, he might not twig at first exactly what it was because he figures he could be hallucinating or his vision could have been fucked up by the light in the portal, it isn't anything serious right?

the power surge from the portal would have alerted his parents who come down into the lab and they go absolutely buck wild with joy that the portal finally worked!! and oh my god Danny you weren't standing too close to it right?

Danny's thinking 'why the fuck aren't they saying anything about the white hair and glowing eyes' but he glimpses back at his reflection and it's totally normal again, okay so maybe it was a hallucination okay that's good

his dad is pretty much doing a victory dance while his mum is scanning him for any contamination, she says his readings are abnormally high and they should keep an eye on him and run some decontamination procedures

boy goes back to his room feeling pretty shaken up, he probably calls Sam and Tucker immediately to tell them what happened, he might mention that he was seeing things after coming out of the portal but everything seemed to be fine now, he feels really cold tho

his parents pull him out of school for a few days to keep an eye on him but nothing especially unusual happens, he mentions to his parents that he feels cold all the time and they keep checking his temperature and ectoplasmic readings

it's an unpleasant few days, he has to scrub his skin almost raw in the shower and wash his hair three times in a row every night, as well as drink a fuckton of water and take a diuretic to flush out his system, they make him take some kinda medication they developed that's supposed to keep him from absorbing any more radiation than he already has, it makes him really sick but they keep making him take it

but in the end despite feeling incredibly unwell his readings DO go down and his temp DOES climb back up so the Fentons breath a sigh of relief and just tell Danny to make sure he tells them if he feels sick again or if anything unusual happens

what they DON'T realise, is the treatments worked to flush what was currently in his system and on his skin, but it didn't do anything for the fact that he was now producing his own ectoplasm, which very readily began to replenish itself after the initial purge

he goes back to school and tells his friends all about his terrible last few days, and suddenly Sam is looking at him in alarm and whispers 'dude your eyes are glowing'

Tucker looks over like 'what do you mean? they look fine'

'they were absolutely glowing! like just for a second they were-'

'bright green?' Danny asks, mildly panicking

he tells them exactly what he saw in the mirror when he came out of the portal, and they finally start wondering if maybe it wasn't a hallucination

they go hide in some empty classroom somewhere and discuss what should happen next, Tucker thinks Danny should tell his parents, Danny does not want to go through another few days of decontamination procedures, Sam sides with Danny, mostly because she's generally anti-parent in general but also because she thinks that the Fentons' methods sound dodgy as hell because of how sick the medication made him

'I mean have they even tested those meds properly? how do they know it won't make him worse?'

it's at this point that the school-bell rings and Danny falls through the desk he was leaning on

Sam and Tuck think he just slipped, Danny also thinks he just slipped, but Danny also noticed that he felt really weird and tingly for a moment there

in class his pen keeps slipping out of his hand, in science he drops two beakers and is barred from handling anything fragile for the rest of class, he finds himself feeling weirdly lightheaded and motion sick at random moments, his stomach flipping and his feet feeling almost like they aren't completely touching the floor

he doesn't know that it's his body very momentarily ignoring gravity, not enough to make him float completely but just enough to make him feel weirdly unanchored to the ground

Tucker is very much convinced that Danny should tell his parents about this, Sam thinks he should probably go to a hospital instead, Danny thinks telling his parents is probably a good idea, but he's highkey terrified of them making him take that medication again, they kept assuring him that it's harmless to humans and the sickness is just a reaction to the ectoplasm in his body, but he knew that each time they made him take it he felt more and more like whatever was in it shouldn't be in him

so in the end he decides that he'll wait to see if the side effects go away on their own, so far they don't seem to be hurting him, and he'll take being lightheaded and dropping stuff constantly over taking those meds and feeling like he's got pins sticking into every nerve in his body

(like it was Bad, kid's lowkey traumatised)

and then in class he falls right through his chair, nobody sees what happened, he was at his desk and now he's on the floor, everyone laughs it off but after school Danny drags his friends around behind the gym to tell them what happened

he is freaking out, totally panicking and that's when Sam and Tucker notice his appearance change, it's wonky at first, flashes of light keep sparking off him and his eyes are glowing on and off, his hair is flashing streaks of white and his clothes keep shifting into something black

Sam snaps him out of it with a slap, but instead of going back to normal his whole body flashes and suddenly he's in his ghost form

he is SUPER confused about why he's in his hazmat suit again and why the colours are all wrong and Sam and Tuck have to tell him 'uh dude, that hallucination definitely wasn't a hallucination'

then a football comes flying past and some jock chases it behind the gym and see them standing there and is like 'what are you two losers doing back here'

and Sam and Tuck are like 'two?' and they realise that Danny isn't there anymore, the jock grabs the ball and runs off again

then Danny reappears

cue all three of them freaking out

the fact that he's fighting ghosts without hesitation in the beginning of the first ep probably means it isn't the first time it's happened, he's probably down in the lab with his friends, showing them the portal and telling them exactly how his accident happened, when something comes flying out

it immediately attacks them and Danny probably goes instinctively into protective mode, he transforms and lobs a punch at one of the fuckers, and it hurts it, a lot, he grabs it and hauls it around, throwing it back into the portal

Sam and Tuck are just like 'holy shit dude you kicked ass' and Danny's just like 'uhhhh I dunno what happened guys but that felt really super cool'

he turns back to normal as his dad comes downstairs and gets all excited about the three kids being interested in the ghost portal, cue opening of the first episode

at this point Danny is pretty convinced he's going to tell his dad, but Jack doesn't give him a chance to say much before going off on his monologue

and then the portal opens up again and the ghost comes back, this time with friends, Danny barely thinks before he's throwing himself at the ghosts, kicking their asses and lobbing them back into the portal, he turns around completely expecting to have to explain himself and finds his dad SOMEHOW hadn't turned around even once during the whole fight and by a miracle didn't notice anything unusual

Danny loses his nerve and transforms back without telling his dad anything, and then we have the events of Mystery Meat where he's still struggling to control his powers and whether or not to tell his parents

soooo yeah that's my take ~ hope you enjoyed

[exsisting-wasp]

notes - cj x shy!reader (fluff)

plot of the story - you’re a new student, and you and Cj start passing cute notes or smth idk. Its simple.

You sighed, roaming the empty, quiet halls of your new school. “Where the hell am I supposed to be right now?” You asked yourself, looking down at the schedule that made little to no sense. 

In your attempt to find your way to class, you bumped into somebody else. No, literally, you two bumped into each other. Like, you straight up fell to the floor because you weren’t paying attention.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry!” He panicked, helping you pick up your stuff and helping you back onto your feet. “No, its fine. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention...” You reassured him, practically whispering.

“But, uhm, could I bother you for help?” You quietly asked, finally gathering the courage to look up at the boy. He had soft looking black hair, beautiful bright blue eyes, and a hoodie. ‘Oh my god, he’s literally mine now.’ You thought.

“Oh, no problem. What’s up?” Showing him your schedule, you asked him all a thousand questions you had. And surprisingly, he had an answer to all of them, even agreeing to help you around the school that day if you needed (Which you hesitantly agreed agreed to). “Wanna know something funny?” He asked, to which you slowly nodded, cracking a small smile. “You remind me exactly of my friend, Ruby. I bet you two would make great friends.” He smiled back and you died a little inside thinking about having to make friends. 

“Uhm...Sure.” Was all you managed to get out. “Wait a sec,” He announced, gently grabbing the piece of paper out your hand. “We almost have all the same classes together. Weeeell, lets hope I dont start to annoy you eventually!” You let out a small laugh at your new, overly enthusiastic friend. 

After getting yelled at by one of the hall monitors, you two made your way to class. And of course, you sat next to your new friend.

You stared at him for a while, and he seemed so focused on nothing, he didn’t even notice you admiring him. Almost like he was just kind of zoned out. The more you looked at him, the more nervous you were to talk to him. I mean, for gods sake, you two were just having a full conversation and now you’re too nervous to even think about talking with him. 

So you made a solution. 

Ripping out a piece of lined paper from one of your books, you drew a small cat and a speech-bubble. “The cat of appreciation thanks you for helping Y/N get to class! <3″ (Fun fact, l do that irl lmao)

With a shaky hand, you tapped him on the shoulder, passing the paper to him. He sat there for a moment, confused looking before he wrote something in response. “oh. np lol. :)” You stared in awe at the note, my goodness, even his handwriting was perfect. 

(This part is just what you two wrote on the paper)

“Whats your name, btw?”

“Cj.”

“Pardon my french, but that’s a fucking adorable name.”

“i’ll bet your name is cuter.”

Suddenly, you had a boost of courage. Without even thinking, you wrote down something you were probably gonna regret. 

“Eh, not cuter than you though.”

He took a few minutes to write something in response, which made you slightly nervous.

“?”

Your stomach sank. ‘Why? Why do I make such terrible life decisions?’ You mentally scolded yourself. Erasing your flirty comment, you then covered it up with another cat drawing, this cat looked confused.

“Nothing. I’m sorry.”

“is that some kind of attempt at flirting with me?” Cj also includes a small drawing, trying to copy the cat you drew.

“I think. Sorry.”

“dont be sorry. i think it was kinda cute ngl.”

“Oh-”

He only draws small hearts in response. 

“Are you dating anyone rn? Asking for a friend 🥺👉👈“

“no but that could change *wink wink*”

“Why are you like this/j”

“oh but it was normal when you flirted with me tho?”

“We just met for god’s sake.”

“YOU JUST ASKED ME IF I WAS SINGLE-”

“IT WAS FOR A FRIEND!!”

Before you two could finish your weird argument thing, the bell rung. Everyone started to hop out of their seats and leave, you and Cj being the last ones out. “You remember where you’re going, right?” He asked. You smiled, nodding in response. “My next class is downstairs. I wish we had all our classes together...” Cj whines, making you giggle. “Hush, we’ll see each other next period.” You reassured him. Suddenly, Cj perked up again. 

“Oh! And by the way, tell your ‘friend’ I said I’m not single anymore.” He states, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking off like nothing had happened.

“Alright...I-I’ll let them know I guess.”