#this boy loves leaving his silly comments on his bff's posts :)

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some bonus comments i enjoyed from ja'marr lmao

[damerondala]

🍒 Okay tub time with Kix? 😗👌🏻 Exquisite. So good. Where do i find such a caring man ugh and a clean bathtub chores suck

New Cherry Thot of the Week… This one’s hella self-indulgent but don’t worry bestie, i’m dragging you along for the ride too… Picture it: The Marauder, 19 BBY (did i spend 3 minutes looking that up for this dumb joke? yeah…) Somehow, you and I have joined up with the Bad Batch on some kind of mission. Details don’t matter because the important thing is we’re sharing a tiny spaceship with 5 hunks. 🥰 But obvs we have our favorites… I’m going with Wrecker for you (i know you love Hunter too, but just hear me out, this thot has a purpose) and Crosshair for me.

But here’s the thing. We somehow figure out they like us back (maybe Tech spills the beans), AND they have a bet going… Who can win us over first? Because these 2 are always competing over something with each other right?

And like hot damn, but also ohh there’s so much we can do with this info 😈 We both start teasing our respective guys, leading them on a little, not giving in to their flirting or anything so they can’t say they’ve won the bet for a while. They get more frustrated. More… pent up… And… well… so do we…

Uh oh. Maybe we can’t play this much longer. Maybe one day it’s too much, and one of us races to our crush prepared to just kiss them silly, only to find they had the same idea. And then afterward we try to find the other, and discover they couldn’t hold out with their guy either 🙈 And maybe it’s awkward, maybe Wrecker and Crosshair argue over who actually won forever, but it was kinda weirdly fun anyway. We’re happy, and happy for each other. /EndofSappyStory 🍒

cherry. my love. my life.

this might be the best thing that you have ever gifted me holy fuck the way i BLUSHED while reading this??? whooooooo jesus i love this so much!!! 😭 okay lots to unpack here:

1. excellent golden girls reference again. made me giggle and i appreciate the research tech would be proud of u hehe

2. you and i being bffs in this thot made me so happy aw

3. EXCELLENT CHARACTER CHOICE FOR US OMFG i couldn't stop thinking about the "don't worry wrecker you'll top him next time" "no he wOnT" while reading bc omfg those lines applied to this kind of bet????? AAAAHHHHH IM HAVING A CRISIS

i'm gonna write this in sections, actual encounters with the boys happen in sections 3 and 4 with our sexy murder toothpick man being up first! also this is gonna be pre-omega but post-echo joining the batch 

self indulgent filth and fluff in the form of some reader insert thots below ;) 

18+ as always kiddies. i really hope you enjoy! this was so fun to write 

section 1: the bet 

so i imagine this happening right after you guys joined the squad

and it certainly didn't take long for crosshair and wrecker to realize their feelings for you two beautiful women, although one was more brazen about his feelings than the other

one day when hunter had sent you and your friend into a market to pick up a short list of supplies, they got to talking 

crosshair made an offhand remark about his girls’ ass which made wrecker fidget, he never was very composed when it came to pretty girls and this caused all the other members of the batch share knowing looks and smirks

“wrecker if you’re trying to be discreet about your feelings for ___ you’re going to have to do stop fidgeting.” tech noted, rolling his eyes when wrecker started stuttering out excuses but he was cut off by echo

“give ‘im a break. at least he isn't as vulgar as crosshair” 

“you’re just jealous she doesn't flirt with you, mir'osik” (i had to search up insults in mando’a and this one means shit for brains and when i tell you i died laughing okay anyways sorry)

this made echo roll his eyes, deciding it wasn't worth it to fight over whatever stupid insult the sniper threw at him

wanting to stir the pot juuust a bit, hunter proposed a challenge for his vod. he should be the good influence on his brothers, but he couldn't help but want to see where these crushes would take them

he could hear the girls’ heartbeats intensify around their respective crushes anyways, so he had a pretty good feeling that they felt the same about his batch mates

“don’t know about the rest of you, but i want to see who can win his girl over first” this was met with a smirk from crosshair, a blush from wrecker, and side glances shared between echo and tech

“easy.” crosshair drawled, he knew he had this in the bag

he may be quieter than the others but boy was he was observant, taking note of the way her words had a hard time flowing out of her pretty mouth when he was in close proximity of his girl

wrecker on the other hand didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, in his eyes she was just so sweet. innocent, really. she wouldn’t want the same treatment he knew crosshair had in mind for his girl

the peering eyes of his squad made the large man cave with a sigh, “fine.”

section 2: the slip up

weeks had gone by since the boys established their little competition and you, your friend, and tech were working on some small repairs around the ship

you and your friend had noticed some increased...flirting from your respective guys

crosshair paid more compliments and lingering touches that seemed genuine

and wrecker flirted the best way he knew how; lifting too heavy objects and reaching for items in the tall cargo holds, handing them down with a gentle smile

tech, being the most blunt member of the squad, commented on the whispers you exchanged, dropping a surprising truth on both of your ears:

“well of course they are trying to flatter you. how else do you settle a bet to win each of you over the fastest?” 

tech watched the two women freeze before him, sharing shocked looks before turning their attention to him, realization hit his gut like a crate of durasteel, and he swallowed under your stern gazes

“what do you mean, goggles?” 

“they...like us?”

tech’s cheeks burned red hot, was his brow beginning to sweat? maker, it felt like it 

this was the one time he didn’t feel like explaining himself, instead choosing to coyly excuse himself from the two pairs of watchful eyes

he left you and your friend to stare at each other before both rolling your eyes, “well now we know who spills secrets the easiest” your friend chuckled, shaking her head 

after a few moments of silence you both spoke up, deciding there wasn’t that much harm in playing along with the two members of the batch. you were fond of them, after all

you both continued chuckling about the situation, mostly out of disbelief that the flirting and teasing wasn’t just a hopeful facade your minds made up

once the repairs were completed, you both retired to opposite ends of the ship, minds full of deliberation of how you would handle this new information 

section 3: the gunport 

you were sat in the gunport, musing the situation you found yourself in, hands picking at your fingernails in an effort to curb your nerves 

on one hand you didn’t want to ruin the bond you had with the marksman

what if he was just flirting out of pure boredom? there isn’t much to do in a confined ship like this anyways, he might as well pass the time flirting with a woman in his general vicinity 

but it just had to mean something

no way the whispered compliments - most of them accompanied with a wink, no less - meant absolutely nothing to him 

you decided that you had enough, this was going to eat you alive if you didn't get to the bottom of what was going on in that head of his

with a huff, you stood straight and turned around to exit the space

but you were met with a silver haired man climbing up the ladder

you both froze, both internally freaking out at the basically forced confrontation

oh gods what is he doing up here? did he read my mind??

...shit what do i do i forgot everything i was going to say to her 

you nervously chuckled, figuring that you were going to go talk to him anyways so might as well get this over with

“crosshair... um i need to ask you something”

“no, i need to tell you something cyar’ika. i’m tired of sitting here and watching you walk around all day, not being able to show you how i feel.”

now that left you speechless, mouth slightly hanging open in shock to which he deeply chuckled at, “hope this isn't the first time i leave you speechless.” 

there it was, that smug attitude that made you roll your eyes but also ignited a heat in your lower abdomen

with a smirk, you decided to play it back to him. two can play at this game, lanky

“well it’d be pretty rude to not demonstrate what you had in mind, trooper”

this was the green light crosshair needed, quickly heaving himself up the last few rungs of the ladder, his hands immediately finding your waist and snatching you close, pressing a firm kiss to your lips

your hands flung up to catch the sides of his sharp cheeks, humming at the feel of his scruff under your palms as you coyly push your tongue through his lips, hoping he’ll welcome your tongue into his mouth

he does, and you are exploring each other in the most delicious way, causing soft moans and sighs to leave both of you

while you were entranced by crosshair’s mouth on yours, you didn't realize he was pushing you back onto the chair of the gunport until you were sat down and he was kneeling in between your legs, his nimble fingers clutching your thighs and hips

in a matter of minutes crosshair had managed to get your bottoms completely off, your slick panties hooked on one ankle, and your thighs over his shoulders

for a man who could run his mouth, he sure proved it 

expert fingers entered your weeping cunt while his tongue prodded your bundle of nerves with sharp, quick strokes

he’s beaming at the way you’re trying to support yourself on shaky arms and trapping his head to your cunt with the backs of your calves, the sight of your head thrown back and the whimpers coming out of your mouth making him harder than he had been in a looong time

his fingers and mouth brought to your orgasm quick and hard, nearly screaming his name as your toes curled in bliss 

he took his time in working you through it, making sure he could draw it out. he could get used to this.

when you can finally open your eyes and look him in the eye, you’re kissing him again, enjoying the moan he lets out at the feel of your tongue tasting yourself on him 

you decide it’s his turn, and you’re pushing him into your previous spot, smiling at the way his eyes slightly widen at the way you took charge 

crosshair wants to say some sexy remark, something that he knows will get you to sheepishly smile and look away but he can’t, not with the sight of you sinking down to your knees and slowly pulling down his blacks, keeping eye contact and granting him a playful glint in your eye

you can't help but want to tease him just a bit, running your tongue over the bulge in his blacks

he tries his hardest to not be loud but maker, is he loud when you finally take him into your mouth and down your throat 

you’ve quickly found that he enjoys eye contact while in this vulnerable state, nearly shaking when he sees your eyes brimming with tears trying not to choke on his length 

one hand sneaking down to alternate cupping his balls is what pulls him over the edge, crying out with your name living on his tongue 

you swallow his release, again utilizing eye contact to your benefit and drawing out another prolonged moan from him 

it makes you smile in pride, loving how this hard, unyielding man turned into such a mess while you had your way with him 

crosshair pats his lap and expectantly looks at you, waiting for you to perch up onto his lap, straddling him 

despite being a skinnier guy, crosshair wraps you up in the warmest, most secure-feeling snuggle you have honestly ever experienced 

after sharing such an intimate moment with you, he began whispering sweet nothings into your ear, about how gorgeous he thinks you are, how much he cares for you 

it’s honestly kind of shocking but welcome nonetheless, cross can be kind when he wants to and you are very glad that this was the outcome of your dancing around each other for months 

section 4: the interruption 

you retreated back to your room, honestly just wanting to sleep and get your mind off the day

it was becoming harder and harder to not just pounce on wrecker, but you didn't want to just give it up so quickly 

and to be honest, you had a bad feeling that tech was full of it

you struggled with self esteem issues for as long as you could remember, so it was difficult to believe the 'genious’ of the batch when he said that wrecker had feelings for you 

despite your trepidations, your mind couldn't stop thinking about him, his broad shoulders, toned arms, huge thighs...

your hand slithered down your torso, slipping underneath the waist band of your bottoms and slowly circling your clit as images of wrecker effortlessly lifting anything that crossed his path filled your mind, honestly wishing it was you he was lifting

perhaps lifting you to brush your pussy on his nose, his tongue exploring your womanhood enough to make you shout his name

but apparently that last part was not all in your head

although you didn't shout it, wrecker definitely heard the way you whispered out his name in a moan in the dark room

he really hadn’t meant to barge in, but after a few knocks with no answer  he began to worry

he came by to tell you how he felt with absolutely no expectation of sleeping with you. truthfully, he gave up on trying to get into your pants, he was willing to lose the bet with crosshair, he knew he wasn’t as smooth as his brother anyways 

while he obviously would never be opposed to making love with you, he figured that you deserved to be courted beforehand, and he thought there was no way you’d want to share your body in such an intimate way with somebody like him 

but the sight he was greeted with was enough to prove himself wrong

you, spread out on your bed with your hand moving diligently under your thin lounge shorts and you moaning his name made him subconsciously let out a loud gasp 

that you absolutely heard, eyes snapping open and hand coming to an abrupt halt, ripping out from under your bottoms

“wr-wrecker! what are you doing here?!”

“i- uhhh- i didn’t see anything! erm, i'm sorry, mesh’la”

by now you had your blankets covering you, despite being fully clothed, and were looking at him with mortified eyes

wrecker still stood in the doorway, unsure if he should let this opportunity pass him by

if you had told him to leave he would, he’d do anything you said, but the fact that you made no move to force him into leaving made him linger

“i'm...sorry if im overstepping mesh’la but i just- i can't stop thinking about you. and well,” he gestured to your form, still cradling the blankets to your heaving chest, “i think you think about me too”

of course you couldn't deny it, he had just seen you pleasuring yourself and moaning his name, what the hell kind of excuse could you come up with? none, that's what 

his sheepishness made your heart soar, realizing he probably was just as nervous as you

deciding to cut him some slack, you slowly rose up, blanket falling to the ground as you sauntered over to his frozen frame

whispering, “you're right. do- do you want to stay?” 

you had the poor man at a loss for words, eagerly nodding at your proposition and allowing you to take his hand and lead him to your bed, pushing him down so you could straddle his lap

his large cock bulging through the thin fabric of his blacks and pushing against your already hot cunt made you cry out

pure adrenaline coursed through both of you, hushed moans leaving your mouths as you steadily ground down onto him, his hand tangled in your hair and the other kneading your breast

your lips broke away from his mouth and you smirked at the look on his face, absolutely fucking giddy that this was finally happening, he had been dreaming about this moment since he first saw you

the sounds he made while you sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck encouraged you to slip a small hand down the front of his blacks and pull his thick cock out, heat flooding your body at the hiss he let out when you started slowly jacking him off 

your legs were in the perfect position for him to push your shorts down and over your ass, fingers picking up where you left off and circling your clit, working you open to take one of his massive fingers

the more you squeezed his throbbing shaft, the louder wrecker became 

and not wanting anybody to hear you two fooling around, you glued your mouth to his, tongues mingling in heat

the excitement of the entire situation made it not last very long overall, but you both had intense orgasms regardless

wrecker curled his - now two - fingers inside you just right, and your continued squeezes and strokes of his cock made him finish, his cum coating your palm 

both of you were shaking, muffled groans and gasps filled the room until you were coming down from your simultaneous orgasms

after coming back down to the moment, wrecker chuckled and flopped down on his back, bringing you with him to crash onto his chest

you both giggled like a couple of smitten teenagers who were experiencing their first love, relishing in the butterflies in your stomachs, we just did that

“been waiting a long time to do that, doll” wrecker’s big hands rubbed up and down your curves, closing his eyes and smiling at your laugh, “i know”

his head shot up at that, “you know?” the way his eyebrows furrowed up made your chest tighten with admiration, smiling cheekily down at him, “of course i do. tech told us gals.” you leaned down to place a peck on his chin, “you think you won the bet?”

“dunno. but I feel like i just won the entire galaxy.” 

it honestly didn't make much sense in your post-orgasm daze, but the endearing tone made you smile and kiss him once again

section 5: the hallway 

after your respective encounters with your boys, you ran to your friend, bumping into her in the hallway, the tight space echoing your giggles and shrieks of excitement throughout the entire ship

you both were so flustered and giddy that you were talking over each other, just needing to tell her about what just happened 

“i just sucked-”

“you will not believe-” 

you both stopped and laughed even harder, holding onto each other for support, then your friend took a deep breath and smiled, “you first.”

the sounds emitted from you two not only made your boys smile and their chests swell with pride but also coerced some chuckles from the other members of the batch 

they all knew how long these...events were in the making and how eager cross and wrecker were becoming 

and in all honesty they were glad their brothers had found happiness in two girls like yourselves 

nice, funny, and obviously in love with their brothers

they really could’t have asked for better women to take care of their family 

~

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[asherlockstudy]

People's feelings are just spilling over from the EB where Link says it makes him angry when Rhett talks about what a good routine he has with exercising, meditating, and eating healthy then had to ask Rhett if he could choose whatever he wanted for lunch not just something healthy. So now when Rhett pointed out the sugar content people's reactions magnified thinking it would make Link angry or depressed to point out it was so unhealthy. Its been blown out of proportion.

I’m glad you brought this up. Not only it’s blown out of proportion (the phrase for which I am getting mostly dragged, thanks for using it) but it doesn’t really have any basis at all. I can’t believe I’ll make a long post about an issue that basically doesn’t even exist but here goes silly me.

In this EB, Rhett explains how his restlessness during the quarantine made him become very consistent in his meditation habits and exercise. He noted that physical exercise eased off his mind and kept him together. The benefits of physical exercise are well known and I say that as a person who hasn’t exercised since high school. What Rhett said makes total sense. What Rhett did NOT say at all is that anyone else should have the same habits or impression out of them. He spoke strictly about himself. He spoke about his routine. He has every right to, in fact we welcome the insight into their everyday life. I believe this has become one of his new layers since there isn’t much else he can do right now. He plainly said that when the coronavirus is dealt with and they return back to their normal job schedule and all usual recreational activities become available again (he used a restaurant as an example LOL the irony) he will probably stop being so consistent and passionate about exercise.

After this entirely harmless monologue, Link said he almost gets angry / frustrated when Rhett talks so much about his routine like I get when my BFF talks to me too much about cars. However, there’s a difference. Minor annoyance may be what Link feels about Rhett’s new layer but frustration / anger comes from a different place. Link talks almost defensively about the fact that he doesn’t feel like doing the same right now. Do you know what that is? Guilt. Link sees Rhett and he feels guilty because he thinks he should probably follow his example but doesn’t feel like it at all. But you know what? That’s Link’s problem. Link has said himself that he often feels irrationally guilty and he induces himself to those feelings of guilt. Link feels that he consciously stagnates and he feels bad about it. But here’s the thing, Rhett is not responsible if Link feels bad about his own conscious choices. It’s not Rhett who instills guilt inside him. Remember a year or two, when Rhett had stopped gym for quite some time while Link was very consistent and had built his arms? Should Rhett feel guilty or be angry at Link? That’s insane. As long as Rhett is not pressuring anyone else, he has every right to talk about his hobby / routine and also describe the benefits he has seen from it. That might leave some people bored or indifferent but it’s crazy to leave them offended! Have we lost our minds? And true enough, Rhett never pressured Link in anything we’ve seen because look at that face of the deeply hurt Link saying he decided to not work out:

And here’s Rhett’s disgusting response:

#Omg #whatanassholeandshittypersonRhettis #Rhettsucks #triggered

And exactly because Rhett sensed how Link started feeling because he knows Link well and he cares he did apologize, even though he had done nothing wrong and he didn’t need to, just to ensure that Link felt right.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel worse.”

And then of course Link responded with the obvious and sane way to respond, and some people here need to take notes.

“Hey, you’re speaking your truth. It’s separate from me.

That’s a healthy way to think about it. Rhett spoke of nothing else but his own personal experience and just because the lot of us here aren’t big on exercise, it doesn’t mean that what he said wasn’t okay or valid (let alone scientifically proven). Link is a different individual and can make his own choices but his emotional connection to Rhett is so strong that he frequently feels the need to do what Rhett does or that what Rhett does is the correct / right thing to do, which sometimes leads to collisions inside him. But that’s not Rhett’s fault. Rhett’s routine shouldn’t depend on Link’s feelings and opinions on it.

In the beginning of the podcast, Link actually makes fun of Rhett’s new obsession with health and fitness by wondering if the lunch he would buy him could be unhealthy. It’s not that poor boy Link has to ask Rhett’s permission to eat whatever he wants. Are we for real? Do you see it probable that Link asks Rhett’s permission for anything?! Is that the impression you get from him? If Rhett legitimately tried to control what Link eats, Link would have snatched his head off. Link imitated and made fun of him with a mocking pouty face.

He mockingly imitated Rhett’s face when complaining for junk food. There’s no hurt there. He surely must feel done with the new layer and has thus started teasing Rhett about it.

What Rhett is probably doing right now is what every trainer, gymnast and athlete I’ve ever met does all the time. Mumbling about healthy food while everyone else simply ignores them. It’s a very typical attitude that makes them annoying to others but not shitty or problematic as long as they don’t judge / control / restrict other people. Besides, this could be Link mocking him based on how Rhett acts when choosing his OWN food. There’s literally no evidence he has tried to pick Link’s food for him and I bet whatever you want that if he ever tried, Link would raise hell. We shouldn’t also forget how much they exaggerate when teasing / mocking each other just to enhance the banter for fun’s and views’ sake. They do that a lot. So, honestly, there’s nothing there. Nothing. When there is actual evidence, I would be totally fine with coming back and reexamining all this and I would have no problem to change my mind. But as everything stands right now, a huge drama with a lot of explosive and nasty comments sprung out of thin air.

I’ve said numerous times in a few hours what I think about yesterday’s GMM. Link expressed his suspicion that a cereal he loved was much unhealthier than he initially thought and Rhett confirmed it by checking it on the Internet. Link felt guilty for his choice because he tries to eat healthily too. Rhett expressed no opinion other than agreeing with what Link said. That was literally it.

And that’s it. The big drama about shitty Rhett. Go figure. Also I’m really risking for more insane hate anons. About... this. Also go figure. But especially after this huge reply, I feel totally over this. I’ve explained where I stand, I’m moving on and let people hate whatever they want to hate today. I wrote all this just to address it to people who don’t know exactly what’s going on or how they should feel about Rhett because they haven’t watched yet etc bc I know there are several of them.

[call-me-jennn]

one more weekend.

This most recent Vegas trip was definitely different, but it might have been one of my favorites. I tried to drunk confess my love to Ani but she wasn’t drunk so she wasn’t havin’ it.

There wasn’t really a game plan. I just really wanted to go to see Illenium’s show. This was his biggest show ever for his Ashes, Awake and Ascend albums. I think there’s a spectrum when it comes to Illenium. People like him, and people are obsessed with him. I’m in this Illenial facebook group and it's intense. People have Illenium tattoos and they write posts about how much his music means to them and how much it changed their life and saved them from their darkest hours. I’m not on that level forsure, but I’m closer to that end of the spectrum. The albums meant so much to me that I needed to go, but I knew I couldn’t convince the Seattle fam to go. We all have so many plans/trips/weddings this year, I can’t blame them for not being down for a last minute trip. But then of course, my beloved Ani and Jonathan were down. And I managed to get through to floor tickets not once, but twice! I’m the luckiest. It was going to be unbearably hot, so I was really fine with just doing whatever. They were vague about the plans and the group, but I was good just going with the flow. I’m never a planner anyways. All they really had mentioned was that they wanted me to meet their friend. When Ani picked me up on Friday she caught me up on some random details. We were staying at the Venetian with two of Jonathan’s friends. Then she said, “we’re partying at the Trump penthouse tonight”. So... random? I tried to ask questions but I just kept getting more confused. Apparently Jonathan’s bff’s family was staying at the Trump penthouse and we were going to party there tonight with their dogs. Still so random, still so confused. Whatevs, wherever the three of us are, it’ll be a good time.

We get to the hotel and two young boys come and get us to go up to the room. One is a small child, he doesn’t introduce himself. The other one is older and confidently introduces himself, he looks about college age. We get up to the penthouse and there’s parents and grandparents. Alright, this is some interesting stuff. We got children, parents and grandparents. (Oh no, I am wearing very short shorts…) I’m guessing it’s a movie night type of vibe? The penthouse itself was sick. I know I’m poor but I hadn’t realized just how much of a peasant I really am until then. We start taking shots and grandparents go to bed and one of the aunts and uncles are hanging out. Another child joins us. Then we started playing drinking games.

It was absolutely amazing.

The back story is that Jonathan’s been friends with this family since he was in kindergarten. The three siblings are really close and they like to go to shows together, and since the whole family is really close, sometimes everyone just tags along to hang out. So their whole family came to Vegas, and their younger cousin was going to come to the show with them for the first time. The other two younger boys (age 14 and 16) played drinking games and we took turns drinking for them. The 16 year old, Tyler, was my baby all weekend. He was my BP partner and was glued to me. He’s super tall, like almost 6 feet and when I’d leave he’d hug me and cradle my head to his chest and his mom was like wowww, you two. When we were at the show, one of the moms texted and said she made us pho broth so that we wouldn’t have a hangover the next day. I wish I was eloquent enough to put into words the way it all felt. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a family. But you never forget. A Vietnamese family where it’s all a mix of ages and so much is going on at once. The younger kids, the fun aunt and uncle, the young adults, the barely adults. Music playing, dancing, drinking, games. The kids were teaching us hip slang. Troy told me not to play next to him in rage cage because “he’s an athlete”. So we kept saying that for the rest of the night any time anything happened. “Oh it’s because I’m an athlete.” Just stupid fun teasing each other and being so silly while getting lit. You know, like you have that one cousin? When Tyler first came out of one of the rooms from sleeping, he was quiet and had his headphones in and didn’t seem like he was going to hang. Ani said that they don’t normally interact when they all hang out regularly in OC. Then he and I buddied up. Tyler and I kept turning to each other and cracking jokes and we’d grab each other’s arm laughing. It reminds me of Alex, my little godbrother. At Andrew’s wedding in 2019, Alex was shy dancing but I’d pull him on to the dance floor with me and he’d have this big smile on his face. But he’d sit down and wait for me when I was at the bar. Ahh babies. We went to get food and Ani and Jonathan ordered an extra meal, and I thought to myself, wow, they’re really hungry. But when we got back up to the suite, they said, hey whoever’s hungry, we got extra. It was so pure and sweet, especially since no one had wanted to get food. Just everything was so… family. I want to feel jealous of this beautiful dynamic that they all have, but it’s hard to hate them when I got to be a part of it for the trip. They were so sweet and warm and welcoming. It was a perfect weekend. (I’m also really happy I’m a responsible drinker now that I get to experience things that I’d otherwise miss out on.)

I would say there are historically two ways to catch my attention. One is chemistry. That one speaks for itself. The other is the element of surprise. When my friends asked what I thought about him, I didn’t know what to say. To be honest, I met so many new people that whole weekend. In comparison, he was more shy and quiet, I can’t say I got much of an impression of his personality. But he was really forward in expressing interest and it caught me off guard. It surprised me. It piqued my curiosity. I could initiate. (“text him it was nice meeting him!”) The last month of socializing has definitely proven that I still have game. (A girl tried to kiss me at Vivi’s coworker’s rooftop party) I just don’t think I should. Here’s why: I’d describe my intrigue as a La Croix level. You know like when you’re drinking a La Croix and you get just this small hint of flavor. It’s refreshing and you look at the can and see that it's naturally essenced and there are no additives or sweeteners. It’s just the tiniest bit of something. That’s how I feel. And since he was so forward, I feel like I shouldn’t start anything. I felt so aware of times when I know it would've been so easy to take a hand, or hold an arm, or make a flirty/suggestive comment, or hold a gaze. I don’t want to get caught up in the fun of playing chasing games and get in over my head. Because it is fun to make moves and play. Everyone likes attention. But I don't need it, and I don't want to be a fuqgirl. I want to be different than before. So we’ll see.

He did text me today though. And while it didn’t elicit a cover my face or hands on my cheeks reaction, I’m glad I was wearing a mask because I haven’t turned that red in a long time. So… we’ll see.

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Happy Birthday, Sho | Shouto Todoroki x Reader

AN: Ok, I posted this on his birthday but on my Wattpad instead, so I’m technically not late! Length: 1.9k words Pronouns used: She/her

Tags: @beththedemonhunter​ @sweetlikepeppermints​ @pandoraandink​

Summary: It’s Todoroki’s birthday and you are determined to give him a gift and confess, but how can you? You barely talk to him. You can still give him a gift though.

Full Name: (y/f/n) Quirk: (y/q) Age: 15

(f/n) entered the common room, where most of class 1-A was gathered. She shuffled closer to them, making them look up at her in horror.

"Oh! Damn it (l/n), we thought you were Todoroki." Mina whined, making the girl shrug.

"What's going on?" She asked, walking towards the huddle and sitting down on the floor next to Tokoyami and Kaminari.

"It's Todoroki's birthday, and we're just thinking about what to get him!" Midoriya commented making the girl smile and nod.

"Oh, I didn't know. What do you have in mind so far?" Ok, that was a lie. Of course, (f/n) knew when his birthday was, she was practically in love with him. She couldn't let anyone else know though, so she kept it to herself. No one, not even her best friend, (class 1-a girl that's your bff), knew. On top of that, (f/n) always tried to keep her distance from Todoroki, so no one would find out.

So far, it was working perfectly. No one suspected a thing. But that was another problem, there was no way Todoroki liked her back. The two kept their relationship strictly formal. Meaning, they didn't hang out, they barely talked outside of school, and if they did, it was always related to school or training. That didn't stop (f/n)'s heart from soaring every time the two talked.

Now, (f/n) already had a present prepared for Todoroki. She found it about two weeks ago and kept it well hidden in her room. The only problem was, now was the day to give it to him. She wondered whether she should leave it outside of his dorm or give it to him in person. Maybe lie and say someone wanted to give it to him and then hand it to him? She would become so nervous just thinking about it.

"What do you plan on getting him, (l/n)?" Hagakure asked, making everyone look at the (h/c) haired girl.

"Oh, I'm not sure. I didn't even know it was his birthday today." (f/n) answered sheepishly. She was a good liar, thank goodness for that. Sure, quite a few girls would agree and say Todoroki was quite attractive and he was strong, also the son of the number 1 hero! But that's why (f/n) kept her distance. He was... too good for her. His father was a hero, he was destined to be a hero, he was rich, attractive, powerful... he was miles out of her league. Yet here she was, crushing on him.

"Maybe we should all go to the mall to look for something!"

"You guys can go, I already have something." Momo smiled, with a couple agreeing with her.

"Should we throw a party?" Kaminari asked.

"Oh! That's a great idea, dude!" Kirishima answered.

"W-wait! Does he even like parties?" Midoriya asked, raising his hands to calm down the group that was starting to get excited. "He seems pretty reserved, so a party wouldn't be the best idea."

"Why don't we just get him a cake? No need for a big celebration but still a celebration!" Uraraka smiled. That was the idea. Everyone had a job to do, minus a few students who didn't want to. Uraraka and Midoriya were getting the cake, Mineta, Kaminari, and Sero were getting snacks, Hagakure, Jiro, Momo, and Mina were going to set up decorations, and everyone else was free to go buy their presents if they already didn't have one.

With the exception of Aoyama and Kirishima, who were tasked with taking Todoroki for a "walk", keeping him distracted for the day at least.

(f/n) smiled a little as she watched her friends plan. It would still end up turning into a big celebration, but... maybe he'll like it.

~**~

(f/n) pretended to go to the mall so she could find the gift she already purchased. This just let her walk around the mall until she could come to a decision about how she was going to give Todoroki her gift. Since she was too shy, she decided to leave it at his door. During the little party, she could slip away, find her gift, and place it at his door. No need to leave her name on it or anything.

During her little walk, she'd gotten a text from Midoriya telling her everything was ready and that since she was still out, to go get Todoroki. She was told to meet up with Aoyama and Kirishima at the park, which was nearby.

Once she did, the four walked around for a few minutes, before (f/n) suggested they go back to the dorms to get something to eat. A rather weak excuse, but it worked nonetheless.

The group walked into the common room, making Todoroki freeze as he saw everyone standing there. The room was lined with streamers, there was a banner in the back, balloons, and whatnot.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TODOROKI!" They exclaimed. His shock slowly melted into a small smile.

"Y-you all remembered?"

"Of course! Come! Look at your cake!" Mina cheered, making the others nod with excitement. He slowly approached, with Kirishima, Aoyama, and (f/n) following.

"Thank you, everyone. This... is wonderful."

Thus, began the "small" celebration. Todoroki's gifts were piled up on the table, he had the choice of opening them in his dorm or right there. He chose to open them all in his dorm, which is where (f/n) was volunteered to help carry all of this presents back with him. She nodded, trying to hide her panic. Her gift... was just sitting at his door. HE'D SEE IT WITH HER!

She had to physically tell herself to calm down. When they'd go up there, she'd just pretend like it wasn't hers.

The party was actually fun. The class watched a few movies, they had a little dance party, they even played some board games, and everyone enjoyed the cake and snacks. This was the only time (f/n) and Todoroki got to talk to each other, without school being the topic.

"How are you liking your party, birthday boy?" (f/n) asked, approaching the male.

"It's fun. I'm having a lot of fun. Thank you, all of you." (f/n) shrugged and responded with a smile.

"Eh, it was mostly their idea. I think they did a great job." She was a mystery to Todoroki. He knew there was more to this girl than her kind and nonchalant attitude. (f/n) was the one person, he just couldn't figure out.

The thing was, Todoroki liked her. Of course, at first, it was mostly because of her looks. It didn't go much further than that, because he never got the chance to get to know the girl. She would usually keep her private things... well private, and only talking about school with him. He noted, every single conversation of theirs was always related to school or training. At first, he thought it was just a silly little crush, but he was wrong. Dead wrong.

Sure, their conversations weren't deep, not in the slightest, but he liked this surface attitude he saw. (F/n) was a nice girl, always willing to talk with someone, a good shoulder to lean on, and a very talented hero-in-training.

Todoroki knew some of (f/n)'s favorites from the time they spent in class and then in their dorm life. For example, her favorite color was (f/c), her favorite movie was (f/m), her favorite song (or at least one she really liked because she would always sing it) was (f/s), but that was it.

That didn't stop his heart from still wanting her.

So this was the perfect chance, they were partially alone, they were talking about something other than school, and well...

He blew it.

Not in the sense where he offended her, he just couldn't do it. Sure, Todoroki liked her (yeah, it's more than like but whatever), but with the way she acted towards him, that didn't mean she liked him. (f/n) kept her distance for a reason, so there was no way he was just going to come onto her, when she was clearly not interested.

~**~

The party was over, everyone had a great time and they were cleaning up. Although they wanted to leave it for the next day, they knew Aizawa would have their heads. Once cleaned up, both Todoroki and (f/n) were given a basket, where the two collected his gifts and carried it to his dorm.

"You know, they said they didn't want a big celebration," (f/n) giggled, recalling Uraraka's words. "Seems like they changed their minds."

"I loved it, it was probably the best birthday, no doubt," Todoroki responded as they approached his door. Here it was, (f/n) needed to pretend! "What's that?"

"Oh, it looks like someone left you a present here." (f/n) picked it up and placed it in her basket. "Maybe they were too shy, in case you chose to open it downstairs?"

"Maybe." Todoroki opened his door and both of them walked in. (f/n) placed her basket down and looked at Todoroki.

"Good night. I'm glad you enjoyed the party." He nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, again." With that, (f/n) left, frowning at herself for being so weak and not telling him the truth.

~**~

Todoroki slowly went through the gifts, loving every single one. Even Bakugou got him one, which was beyond surprising. His hand finally reached for the last one, the one that sat on his door.

His hand gently slid over the (small/average/large) box, his fingers tangling themselves with the pretty (f/c) bow. What could it be?

He slowly unwrapped it, a smile gracing his features when he saw what it was. It was (insert a present you got for him). Along with it, was a note. He picked it up, his eyes reading each and every single word.

It was a love letter, it was a confession!

And he knew exactly who it was. He recognized that handwriting anywhere. It was the way some of her letters curled, the way they connected, they were special. (f/n)... she was in love with him?

Todoroki stood up, dashing out of his room and sprinting to (f/n)'s dorm. She felt the same way... she felt the same way for him.

Damn! She was good at hiding it, because even someone like him couldn't tell. He was pretty observant and he still couldn't tell she liked him.

He finally reached her dorm, taking a moment to catch his breath before he knocked on the door. He heard some shuffling before the door opened to reveal the beautiful girl.

"Hey, Tod-" Before she could finish, he'd leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Only then did panic set in, what if... what if he got the note wrong?! What if it was someone else and he'd just kissed someone WITHOUT PERMISSION?! Todoroki felt (f/n) tense, sending his anxiety flying through the roof. Which was then followed by his heart when she melted against him, returning the kiss.

The two pulled apart, cheeks red, and partially out of breath. Their gazes met and they smiled at each other.

"Thank you, for the best birthday gift, (f/n)."

"Happy birthday, Shoto."

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14 People Share The Story Of Their First "I Love You"

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14 People Share The Story Of Their First "I Love You"

Sometimes it’s straight out of a romance novel and sometimes everything goes wrong.

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1. “The stars were…I don’t know, they were there. I don’t fucking remember the sky; I was staring at her.”

“I was standing with her on the third story of a fire escape outside of a dormitory apartment we had gone over to that night. We had just stepped out for some air, and we were looking out on all these people who were running around and dancing beneath us on the quad. The stars were…I don’t know, they were there. I don’t fucking remember the sky; I was staring at her. It started to rain, and she said, “Want to get out of here?” right as I said, “I’m in love with you.” And then she laughed and said, “Oh, I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

2. “It was probably not time and he politely ignored it.”

“I was having a ‘drug experience’ and I shouted it to my boyfriend on Facetime about a month into our relationship. It was probably not time and he politely ignored it. But several weeks later I said it again and he said that he knew of course, and that we don’t always have to shout everything. That more or less remains the theme of our relationship.”

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3. “That’s the only person I’ve ever said it to.”

“I fainted in college and when I was going to the hospital, I told a close friend that I was in love with them. ‘Im not into you like that,’ he told me and then told someone else they should probably go with me to the hospital. That’s the only person I’ve ever said it to.”

4. “I don’t really know why, but I just blurted out, ‘I love you’…but in Russian.”

“My first ‘I love you’ was to my first boyfriend in my freshman year of college. We had been dating for a week and we were sort of snuggling in a movie theater. I don’t really know why, but I just blurted out, ‘I love you’…but in Russian. I think I wanted to downplay the moment, and even though he didn’t speak a word of the language, he looked at me and said, ‘I think I know what you just said.’ A few days later, he told me he loved me too. A part of me definitely thought we said those things too quickly but in all honesty, the feelings we shared were very genuine and as crazy as it was, it felt strangely normal.

5. “When our relationship changed from friendship to romance it was like flipping a switch — you couldn’t say those three little words anymore unless you meant it like that.”

“When I finally told her I loved her it was in response to her saying it first and I had already been in love with her for months — OK, longer. We had been best friends before dating, so as many lady BFFs do, we said, ‘I love you’ all the time. When our relationship changed from friendship to romance it was like flipping a switch — you couldn’t say those three little words anymore unless you meant it like that.

After we had been officially dating for a month or so we were lying in bed doing that weird couple thing where you just stare at each other and cuddle — obviously still in the honeymoon phase of I can’t believe this person feels the same way about me. She just said it, out of the blue, and I had a physical reaction in my chest I’ve never experienced before. Obviously hearing those words meant so much, but why did it make my chest hurt? I took a minute and then said it back, as if I wanted to say it after a few beats of silence so it wasn’t just in response to her saying it.

A year later we broke up and didn’t speak for a few months. Then we tried very slowly to become friends again. These days we still say ‘I love you’ but it’s back to that mode of friendship, sprinkled with a slightly deeper meaning due to our past. No more chest pain.”

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6. “It oddly felt the same as asking the person out.”

“It was when the weekend was ending and he had to go back to his house, which was an hour away. It oddly felt the same as asking the person out, because I’m the kind of insecure person that no matter how great the situation is, it’s hard for me to forget about that small chance they might not return the feeling — even though you shouldn’t expect them to say it back. But he said it back…after commenting that it was the first time I said it.”

7. “He said that he felt the same way, but he wouldn’t say the words.”

“This guy and I were an on-again-off-again, openly-secretly, together-but-not thing all through college. We’d kissed and slept together a couple of times, but it was either after he fought with me, fought with his actual boyfriend of four years, or a bottle of whiskey. Before he left to study abroad in Europe, I told him I loved him. When he asked what that meant, I said that I cared about him and that he was a big part of my life. He said that he felt the same way, but he wouldn’t say the words. It’s a scary sentence, I don’t blame him — but I was glad I took the plunge and got hurt, rather than having not jumped at all.”

8. “What is the official response to an ‘I love you’ bear?”

“When I was very young and very smart, I fell madly in love with a boy in Brazil. We ended up having a very long story together, but I don’t think I was ever as keyed up or freaked out as when I blurted out my first “I love you” to him.

I was about to leave Brazil for an indefinite amount of time, after spending six weeks traveling up the coast of Brazil with him, watching sunrises in hammocks and the like. I mean, there was no way it wasn’t obvious that I was in love with him, but we’d never said it aloud.

Before we got in the car to drive to the airport, he gave me a stuffed bear holding a heart that said eu te amo — I love you, in Portuguese. It seemed simple enough, but in my head as we were driving to the airport I wasn’t sure what it meant. What is the official response to an ‘I love you’ bear? Is a bear saying it, or is it a mass-produced cop-out supporting the evil corporate plans of Hallmark? I sat there in the São Paulo traffic, sweating and worrying.

As my anxiety about whether or not to say ‘I love you’ back to the bear/boy built up, I decided I’d do it. ‘I love you,’ I said, quietly, in a voice that was clenched and quiet with anxiety just as he casually gestured at the radio and asked me, ‘What’s the name of this song again?’

‘Wait, what did you say?’ he said, as I blurted out the name of the song, hoping he hadn’t heard what I’d said. Decades lurched forward in the silence that followed. I mashed my fingernails into the teddy bear’s sweet little face, trying to find a way to suck the ‘I love you’ back in.

‘I love you, too,’ he said, and he grabbed my hand. We cried a lot as I walked into the international departures gate for the first time of the many that would make up our multi-year, long-distance love.

My mom was clearing out my childhood bedroom recently and came upon that bear, with its cheap, lopsided face and scratchy synthetic heart. The boy is long gone now, married and happy with his two daughters. I’m married and happy on a different continent with my two cats. But I kept the bear. Because in all its synthetic silliness, it’ll always represent the first terrifying moments of a very real love.”

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9. “At the end of our conversation he said, ‘I love you’ super quick and then the guys started giggling.”

“I had always pictured my first ‘I love you’ to be super romantic and have sparklers go off simultaneously like every movie you watch as a little kid. My first long-term boyfriend in high school was talking to me on the phone one night a couple months into our relationship, and I could hear his two best guy friends laughing in the background. At the end of our conversation he said, ‘I love you’ super quick and then the guys started giggling. I sat there for a second not knowing if it was a joke or not and then I SUPER AWKWARDLY and quickly mumbled it back. To make things more cringeworthy there was five LONG seconds of silence, and he said it one more time and hung up. Because we were 15 and super awkward, it took us a while to say it again in real life.”

10. “We were having a great time together and both feeling what we thought was the magic of being in love (but what might have really been about five cocktails a piece), and we gazed at each other across the scummy toilet…”

“The first time I said ‘I love you’ to my most recent girlfriend, I didn’t really say it. Not exactly when I wanted to, anyway. She and I had been dating seriously for about a month. One night, when we were out seeing a show together, we found ourselves drunk in the same bathroom stall at a dive-y venue in Seattle. We were having a great time together and both feeling what we thought was the magic of being in love (but what might have really been about five cocktails a piece), and we gazed at each other across the scummy toilet and I could tell we both wanted to say ‘I love you.’

My girlfriend at the time could tell, too, so she blurted out, ‘LET’S NOT SAY IT! Not drunk at a dive bar in a dirty bathroom stall!’ Phew! She saved the moment. We both cracked up, kissed, and said ‘I love you’ for the first time later that night in a gloriously clean and comfy bed.”

11. “He agreed to this just as happily as he had agreed to loving me.”

“The first time I told someone I loved them was actually an accident. I was in eighth grade and was dating my first-ever boyfriend, who was in tenth grade. Needless to say, it was a big scandal at my middle school, and that’s probably what I liked about it, because god knows I didn’t like him. He wasn’t a bad person, he just wasn’t exactly my type — meaning he wore a necklace with a cross on it, listened to a lot of country music, and had a gun that he kept under his bed. One night, on the phone, when we were hanging up, I blurted out, ‘I love you.’ I hadn’t meant to say it — I was just used to saying it to my friends — but after a second of silence, he said it back, upbeat and happy. From that moment on, we were stuck in weeks of telling each other we loved each other, even though we actually saw each other maybe twice.

After a month had passed, I finally called him and broke up with him. When he asked why, I told him we didn’t have much in common. He agreed to this just as happily as he had agreed to loving me.

If you’re wondering, I reconnected with him several years later, when I was bored during one summer while he was back from college. He picked me up one night in his red sports car, drove me to his mom’s house, and proceeded to hump my leg for an hour until his mom came back from dinner. I remember his cross necklace repeatedly hitting me in the face while he nibbled on my ear in a way I’m sure he thought was sexy. My first love, the one that got away.”

12. “My sister was driving and my mom was in the front.”

“The first time I said it we were in the car. Not driving, but in the backseat. My sister was driving and my mom was in the front. It was that quiet, cozy time in the afternoon, and we were snuggled up. Some perfect song was playing and he said it first, really quiet and really close, so that only I could hear. I didn’t say anything for a few minutes, it was nice to just soak up that moment. Then I said it back and we sat in silence until the car made its way home.”

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13. “One day, I decided to write him a card. But not just any card.”

“When I was 12, I liked a boy in my French class. He was the class clown, into skateboarding and music, and had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. A lot of girls had crushes on him, and while I wasn’t really cute or well-dressed or even remotely cool, I was influenced enough by rom-coms to believe that the sincerity of my emotions would help us overcome our different social classes and the disparity between our appearances.

One day, I decided to write him a card. But not just any card. On hot pink computer paper, I wrote ‘I love you’ on a pop-up heart with ‘hints’ about who his admirer could be (‘the brown-haired girl in your French class’ — he’ll NEVER guess!). I gave it to a girl to give to him during their math class (of which I was not a part), but, out of sheer dimwittedness or secret desire to ruin me (still never figured out which), she gave it to him in the MIDDLE OF THE LUNCH ROOM. Everyone turned to me and and stared in complete bewilderment. His faced flushed to a deep red — enough embarrassment to split between the two of us. It was never acknowledged again.

In retrospect, while every part of me would like to take this mortifying experience back, I do have to say that, for a middle schooler, he reacted pretty well — he never mocked me for my emotions or bullied me for my clearly silly gesture and deluded self-confidence. In band practice, he remained perfectly polite and let me live this down with a teeny shred of dignity. I of course didn’t really love him or even know him, but he can keep my first ‘I love you.’ He earned it.”

14. “Acting like we were much cooler than we were, we climbed in and I opened up a beer. It was the afternoon, mind you; impeccable life choices.”

“I was 15, and my high school boyfriend and I were headed to the park to meet up with some old friends of his. When we arrived, they were drinking out of the back of a pickup. Acting like we were much cooler than we were, we climbed in and I opened up a beer. It was the afternoon, mind you; impeccable life choices. Of course within minutes the very bored local police were there. My memory says there were flashing red and blue lights and snarling German shepherds, but in actuality it might have been one stern cop staring me down. Regardless, I was petrified. I was clinging to my boyfriend, envisioning my future as a juvenile delinquent and years under lockdown, and I whispered, ‘I love you’ into his ear and he whispered back, ‘I love you too.’ Then they swept me away into handcuffs.

No, that’s not how it went. After we declared our teenage love, our parents just picked us up and he was probably grounded. It was actually very romantic, and he really was my first love.”

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