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[nylarac]

motorola phones are literally built different i got a new phone a few months ago so i haven't charged this thing in literally 46 days and it was still alive

[asterroidd]

sho the todorki

↬ pairing: shouto todoroki x reader

↬ synopsis: you like him, he likes you. the problem? sho's in the friend zone and so it's up to mina, the resident match maker, and company to give you guys a lil push.

alternatively: sho being a dork, hence the title

↬ warning/s: profanity lol, a lot of second hand embarrassment, two insufferable idiots, idk if this is too ooc of shouto but just take this dorky version of him

↬ note: a fic dedicated to @puredivinity​ that serves as a welcome gift for joining the sho simp club. luv u mara despite all the cursed images i send

    Class 3-A has four unspoken rules:

    Number one: never play music out loud beyond 8 pm (tried and tested by Denki himself, got blown up by Bakugo)

    Number two: don't leave your room at 2 am or a certain grape pervert would harass you

    Number three: refrain from mentioning crocs to Kirishima. Just don’t.

    And number four: never tell you or Shouto that both of you like each other (just for the sake of entertainment)

    It had become customary to not break these four rules or those who dare break it is rumored to have a thousand year duration of bad luck to be passed down generation after generation.

    That said, Mina was fed up with the mutual pining you and Shouto clearly exhibit. For two years she watched both of you shy and fluster with one another. His face beet red while you a fumbling mess. Truly a sight to behold. It was like watching a romance movie in real time, but without the stupid opening track. 

    At first she thought it was cute, it all started one morning during her first year in U.A. You forgot your jacket that day after waking up late and thus have to rush to get on time. Aizawa would have your head if you weren't there in homeroom. So in your idiocy and frantic state, you forgot most of the essential stuff and that includes, of course, a warm jacket.

    Mina watched as Shouto stared at you from across the room.  With tense shoulders as his gaze constantly drift from your form to his jacket. Her mouth curled upwards, interested with the current situation. It was not every day one could see the infamous Todoroki Shouto so nervous.

    She eagerly kept her attention on him, watching as Shouto got up from his seat and slowly made his way to you with shaky legs. Shouto, barely uttering a word, shoved his jacket to you and rushed back to his seat. At that moment, Mina already knew something was blossoming between you and him.

    And so it basically became her life mission to make sure you and Shouto end up with one another. She made the promise two years ago, and yet here you both were, two dorks that has a crush on each other but couldn't confess even if the world ends that very moment.

    Was it difficult to watch? Yes.

   It took all of Mina's entire being to not push his head into yours. She knows the consequences if one breaks the fourth rule. Two years had already pass and graduation is around the corner, she refuses to accept that both of you aren't a couple. As Class 3-A's resident cupid and match maker, she is more than determined to make sure you and him both end up together. Mina would not be inherently breaking rule number four, just gonna give you guys a lil' push with the help of a friend. And that friend is one that possesses an electrification quirk.

    "Okay, what do we tell (____) tomorrow?" Denki asked.

    Shouto looked over his written notes one last time before nodding and giving his answer, "I'll ask them if they want to have coffee."

    "Good! Make sure to?"

    "I'll make sure to keep eye contact and. . ." he halted, going over his notes once more. "And make sure that I'm smiling."

    Denki flashed him a grin. Clasping a hand around his shoulder and lightly patting it afterwards. "Now, don't forget the lesson I've taught you today. It is important that your date goes smoothly with (____)."

    Shouto eagerly nodded, stars dancing in his eyes. His heart clamored inside his chest, beating in a quick tempo comparable to that of allegro. Sweat accumulated on his palm, in which Shouto then hastily wiped it on his shirt. Despite nervousness bubbling inside his stomach, Shouto admits that he is excited to ask you out.  "Do you really think (____) and I would be a great couple?"

    "Of course, dude! Right, Mina?" Denki turned to his friend. She gave him two thumbs-up, giving fuel to Shouto's confidence for tomorrow's event.

    Now that Denki is done giving him an hour-long lesson about asking you out and things to do in a date, Mina was sure everything would go smooth as butter. Like, what could go wrong? Despite Shouto being a dork and foreign to the concept of love, he still has that natural charm that had some swooning for him.

    Though, she spoke all too soon.

    Mina facepalmed, dragging her palm across her face as Shouto stood frozen before you. She and Denki should've seen this coming.

    "(____)," he started, his voice cracking at the end. Suddenly the discoloration and grime in between the cracks of the wall looks interesting. He kept looking everywhere but you.

    You tilted your head to the side, "What's up, Sho?"

    Heavens above, Shouto loves that nickname.

    The male fiddles with the ends of his shirt, his tongue twisting and throat closing which makes it hard to speak. After class had ended, Shouto came up to you asking if he could talk to you somewhere private. He led you to the area behind the gym where no students are on sight. Well, that is except for Mina and Denki who closely followed behind to make sure Shouto wouldn't mess up his chance. The two stayed low, making sure they are well hidden behind the bush nearby.

   This was now the moment; the perfect chance for Shouto to ask you out after practicing his lines over and over again. It was a simple question: ‘Do you want to have coffee with me this weekend if you are free?”

   Should be easy enough right?

    "I- well- uhh. . ." he scratched the area behind his ear. "D-do you maybe want to free?"

    Shouto paled, he'd done messed up.

    "Wait that's wrong—" he took a deep breath. "Are you coffee this weekend?"

    Really? Really Shouto?

    "Shit— wait! Coffee this free??"

    Can someone take this lost child away?

    Denki bit his inner cheek, hands tugging his hair from second hand embarrassment. He had fate on him; had fate that Shouto had rehearsed enough the night before in asking you out. Guess he was wrong.

    "What do you mean by that?" you voiced out. You were beyond puzzled, unsure what to make of the situation. First he asks to speak with you in private, now he's a stuttering mess. Could it be that he's confessing? Asking you out?

    Your heart quickened at the thought. You were ready to say 'yes'.

    "What I mean is uhh. . ." Shouto wished he has his written notes. "Are you weekend for this coffee?"

    "YES!!" you shout without thinking.

    Wait, what? Hold up.

    "Aight, I'm forcing these two to kiss each other." Mina announced. That���s it. She lost hope for the both of you. You and Shouto need professional help. She adjusted her position, ready to get up and intervene. That is until Denki lay a heavy hand on her shoulder.

    "Wait," he motioned his head to you. Mina huffed, sitting down once more.

    "Sho. . ." you start, a soft smile on your face.

    "Y-yes?" damn, Shouto is such a stuttering mess.

    "Do you want to grab a coffee this weekend? I mean, if you are free?"

    He blinked, your words slowly being registered in his brain. There was a buffer, like an old computer processing 10 kilobyte worth of data. His brain was stuck on 78% in the progress bar. Then, it dawned on him; the cogs and gears turning. It took a full minute for Shouto to understand. "I-. . .I’d love to!" he managed to stutter out.

    Welp, at least that did the job. Denki and Mina released a sigh of relief. High-fiving each other despite the obvious fact that Shouto failed his task.

    But hey, beggars can't be choosers. All's well, ends well.

    You can't believe it.

    You have a date with Shouto. THE Todoroki Shouto. The guy you've had a crush on since your first year in UA. The one that swept you right off your feet the moment you laid your eyes on him. The friend that always had your back. With him struggling to ask you earlier, could it mean that he likes you more than a friend?

    You let out a squeal, pressing the pillow flush against your chest. In total, you've replayed the scene from memory for over fifty times already. You couldn't even concentrate in doing your homework. So you thought instead of doing your responsibilities, you opted to celebrate by screaming and running around your room in glee.

   It wasn't everyday you'd get a douse of serotonin.

   You’ve waited for this day since forever. Day dreaming about Shouto being your significant other; holding hands with him, wrapping your arms around his torso, and kissing his lips.

   The thought brought forth another pterodactyl squeal from you.

   Oh gods, what would you wear? Should it be casual? Semi-formal? Formal?

   A wedding dress??

   No one told you a date was this stressful. You groaned, prying opening your wardrobe cabinet to quickly plan out an outfit. You can’t afford to look stupid and, dare you say, cheap when you’re on a date with the most sought after male in UA.

   Meanwhile, Shouto is also panicking.

   “Look man, you messed up once but that’s okay!” Denki cheered him up. “Experience is the best teacher.”

   “I know but. . .” Shouto took one deep breath, burying his face in his hands. “I-. . .I just froze up the moment I was in front of them.”

   “And that’s normal!”

   The moment you and Shouto parted ways, the male immediately went to Denki for some follow up consultation. Sure, he can fight villains face-to-face without batting an eye. Could freeze half of his enemies without a drop of sweat. Unleash an inferno of fire to defeat his oponent. Tolerate a bunch of fans shoving cameras up his face to get a close-up picture.

   But Todoroki Shouto, for the love of god, couldn’t ask you out without freezing in place and become a stuttering mess.

   “Lighten up man!” Denki nudged his shoulder. “Unleash the tiger inside you.”

   “But I don’t have a tiger inside me. That would be anatomically incorrect.”

   “Look—that’s not the—. . .what I mean is—uhh. . .nevermind. . .” the blond struggled with his words. He had to be careful with what advice he throw at Shouto. That man takes things way too literately. “What I mean is, toughen up. Have confidence on yourself. You’ll have (____) falling for you before you knew it.”

   Which will be easy since (____) is a simp for him, Denki thought.

   Shouto raised his fist then clenched it, determination washing over him. He gave one brief nod to his mentor (that is the personification of Pikachu).

   He can do it. Todoroki Shouto could do it.

   He’d go over his lines a thousand times before the date. He’d make sure he is 110% prepared before the weekend. Denki had made a dent in his schedule just to tutor him how to make you fall in love with him. Shouto wouldn’t let this go to waste.

   Yes, this man is prepared and is on a mission he couldn't possibly fail.

   Scratch that, Shouto’s a mess.

   He pulled the end of his sleeves, his legs bouncing up and down. The male bit the inside of his cheeks, was the weather hot or was it just his insides burning up. Shouto couldn’t sleep the night before, his mind kept him up. It was like 17 browser tabs are open, with three of them frozen, and he doesn’t know where the music is coming from.

   Due to the jitters getting the best of him, Shouto arrived at the agreed destination. . .two hours earlier than what was expected.

   Which wasn’t a problem anyway, since you did the same.

   You huffed, doubling over and placing your hands on your knees. You had ran from your house all the way to the cafe just to make sure you weren't late this time. In attempts to catch your breath, you’ve failed to notice your date standing just a few feet away from you. The minute Shouto laid his eyes on you, fire sparked deep within his heart. Someone pinch him and tell this wasn’t a dream.

   “(____),” he walked close to which startled you.

   “Sho! You-. . . you’re early!”

   “So are you. . .”

   Then silence fell between both of you. Talk about awkward. Who’s idea was it to get these two idiots in a date? If anything, both of you should’ve just left it on mutual pining and save it as a story for the grandchildren.

   Shouto cleared his throat, hands scratching the back of his neck. “Well, since we’re both early. Why won’t we enter the café?”

   You nodded, your voice box failing you. Inwardly, you were screaming your heart out. The embarrassment was just too much for you to handle. You doubt that Shouto would want a second date at this point.

   And so you lagged behind him, keeping a feet distance away from the male. You have a hard time looking at him without making a mess for yourself. Blood rushing your cheeks, it was hard to ignore the butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

   The café was quite small. A handful of potted plants hung outside, the store’s name written in calligraphy, and a few customers visible from the window. The establishment was newly built, Ochako introduced it to you about a week ago. The cheesecake they sell is to die for—it was definitely worth the hefty price.

   A small chime went off as Shouto opened the door. Then it hit you; the strong smell of coffee. You were not a big fan of the beverage, but you’ve got to admit that the scent was pleasant. Without prior warning, Shouto lightly held your hand in his. His thumb gliding over the back of your hand a few times. You took in a sharp inhale, eyes widening at his gesture.

   This is what they do in dates right? Shouto recalled his notes.

   So this is like a DATE date?? Not a friendly date? Somebody pinch me right now, you thought.

   “We should find a table,” he spoke, eyes refusing to make contact with yours. You’ve managed to stutter out an agreement, too occupied with the feeling of his hands. It was so warm—just the way you imagined it throughout the years.

   You could finally die now in peace. Goodbye cruel world.

   Soon enough, you and he are situated on a table near the window. Neither of you dare start a conversation, because god forbid another awkward interaction. Years worth of watching romance series could have never prepared you for such an instance. You wished you should’ve consulted some of your classmates—especially those who have experience in the topic of dating—before coming here yourself. You could try and message them, but you wondered if it would be rude to pull out your phone and ignore Shouto. No, you wouldn’t take the chance.

   “Uh- So how are you, (____)?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

   “Oh, uhhh—. . .” how does one even speak again? “I’m doing well, I guess. . .?”

   That was lame, (____). Lame.

   “How about you?”

   Shouto was silent, you figured he didn’t hear you so you repeated yourself once again. All the while not looking at his direction. It would be better if you don’t see his face or you’ll turn into a puddle of mess.

   But seconds seem to drag to minutes, and that got you concerned.

   “Sho—“ you cut yourself short, realizing that he was staring at you with a lovestruck expression. He looks at you rather softly, like how one would look at a small pet one happens to cross by while walking. The way Shouto kept his gaze at you made you insecure. Was there something on your face? Hair? Shirt? Oh gods, did you smell?

   You wished that, right then and there, the earth would swallow you whole.

   “Sorry I was just. . .” he faltered in his sentence, gulping down his saliva. Shouto then turned his head to the side, a blush ever so present on his cheeks as well as the tips of his ears.

   "Sorry, you're just—just so cute in that outfit that I can’t help but stare."

   His voice was quiet, barely a whisper but you heard it, ironically, loud and clear. Your hand found its way on your mouth, blood rushing to your cheeks as a result of his compliment.

   “Tha-thank you. . .” you’ve managed to croak out, looking down and fiddling with your nails.

   Just. WOW. You can’t believe it. Never once did Shouto commented on your appearance throughout the duration of your friendship with him. What he did was just. . .just so unexpected from him. You find it hard to believe yourself.

   All these years, you’ve hidden your feelings for him. Trapped it inside a chest and swallowed the key yourself. Him falling for you is comparable to that of pigs flying; it was impossible to happen. Yet both of you sat there, like two dorks, a blushing mess while refusing to make eye contact with one another. For once, maybe this time, you could tell him how you feel.

   “I like you. . .” you voiced out your thoughts. It took you a minute to realize what you've done. You let out a small gasp and directed your attention to Shouto. He was also looking at you, baffled. He went silent, his jaw went slack, and eyes wide open, trying to find the words to reply.

   Oh boi, did you made a mistake?

   “(__—“

   “BECAUSE YOU’RE MY FRIEND!” Your jaw tightened, declaring it all too loudly just in case he rejects you. “I like you because you’ve been a good friend to me.”

   You hope you were doing this right.

   Unbeknownst to you, Shouto felt his heart break into two after hearing your added comment. His shoulders slumped down, sadness clouded his features.

   “I. . .I see. . .” he muttered. “I like you too,” he said after a pregnant pause.

   Your whole face lit up. Now it was your turn to look at him with a baffled expression. There was a twinkle in your eye, is this it? The moment of your life?

   “Because you’re my precious friend.” Shouto plastered a smile on his face.

   Oh. Welp, Mina and Denki tried.

   RIP to both of you, forever pushing the other in the friend zone.

ya’ll want a bakugo version of this? (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ✧

[benhardyisdaddy]

more time to heal

MASTERLIST 

(i hope u all and whoever requested this like it!!! <3) 

Word Count: 2,613

It all started with four little words.

“I’m cheating on you.” 

Although short and simple, those four words turned your life upside down when your boyfriend, now fiance, of six years whispered them to you. You had been sitting plates on your dining room table as you got ready for dinner that you had cooked for him after a long day at the studio. Your album was being released soon, causing you to constantly work late. You wanted to make tonight special for him, but that was quickly thrown out the window. 

You were in the middle of placing a plate down when you suddenly freeze. The faint smile on your lips falls as you stare at the table. Your heart began racing. You didn’t hear him correctly. He didn’t really just say that. You look to him with knitted brows and continue holding the glass plate in your hand. 

“What?” is all you can say. 

Your ex looks pitiful as he watches your hurt expression. He just sighs and shuts his eyes before looking back to you. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would happen. I just… I love her.” 

You raise your eyebrows as your eyes go wide. You stand up straight and cock your head slightly, anger trying to get the best of you. 

“How long?” you ask, your voice deathly low. 

Your ex watches you closely - knowing how bad your rage can get. 

“About six months.” he whispers once more, half scared to confess. 

You laugh dramatically and shake your head as you look away. Your pupils were huge and your laugh was sarcastic and quite frankly, scared him. He takes a step back fast. 

“Six months!? You’ve been seeing someone else for six months and I never knew!? How stupid am I!? Are you serious right now!?” you scream as your face frowns hard. 

“Baby,” he goes to say, but that’s a mistake. 

“Don’t call me that!” you shout, raising your hand with the plate in it. 

He flinches away as if thinking you would throw it. He puts his hands up and shakes his head fast. 

“I’m so sorry! I should’ve told you! I-” 

“Who is she?” you ask a little too calmly. 

“Y/n…” he says, not wanting to fuel the fire. 

“No, who is she? I want to know who’s been getting my sloppy seconds.” you hiss. 

Your ex sighs loudly and shrugs. 

“Becca.” he says softly. 

He completely failed at not fueling the fire. Your jaw tenses and your nose flares. That was it. You were beyond pissed. 

“Becca!?” you scream as you chuck the plate at his head, barely missing him. 

It crashes against the wall behind him and makes him jump. He looks behind him and back to you with fear in his eyes. 

“Are you crazy!?” he shouts. 

“You were cheating on me with Becca!?”

***

(That Same Moment) 

“What do you mean you’re leaving me for someone else?” 

Ben’s stood there with puppy dog eyes as his girlfriend has the most guiltiest expression on her face. 

“Ben, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want us to end like this.” she cries out. 

“If you didn’t want us to end like this, then why cheat? You know how much I love you, Becca.” he tells her. 

She sobs quietly as she covers her face, not able to look at him. 

“How long has this been going on?” he asks, not really wanting to know the answer. 

She stares at the ground as she speaks. 

“Six months.” 

Ben almost gasps as he purses his lips and looks up the ceiling. He thinks he’s dreaming and is in a nightmare. He looks back to her. 

“Who is it?” he asks fast. “Do I know him? Who is he?” 

Becca sobs once more. 

“It’s Ryan.” 

Ben’s face falls when that name slips from her lips. He knows Ryan perfectly. 

“Ryan?” he whispers. “You can’t be serious! My best friend’s boyfriend!? My best friend that I introduced you to over three years ago? Are you insane!?” 

Becca covers her face once more and goes silent. Ben just stares at her as his mind goes to you. 

“Does y/n know?” he asks softly. 

She looks back to him with red eyes and just slowly nods. 

***

“Get out!” you scream as you throw another plate at him - it shattering. 

Ryan had a suitcase in his hand and was hurrying to get out of the front door. Once outside, the paparazzi come out of nowhere with their cameras flashing and catching everything that’s happening, but you didn’t care. They just made your blood boil even more. Ryan looks to them beyond embarrassed as he tries to smile and wave. He then looks back to you and frowns. 

“I really am sorry.” he whispers as he tries to hide the very obvious argument. 

You get angry again as you throw another plate at him - ignoring the gasps and yelling of the paparazzi as they back away fast. Ryan ducks as it zooms past and slams into his driver’s side window, cracking it. He looks to it and his mouth is wide open. The paparazzi are in shock as they pause their cameras and take in what just happened. Suddenly, they’re back at it as they shout out to you and ask questions. Ryan looks back to you and you’re smiling all cheerfully. 

“Yeah, me too!” you yell before slamming the door. 

You turn around and lean against it with your eyes closed. You could hear everyone outside shouting stuff at Ryan, trying to get all the info. You were breathing fast and were now exhausted. You stay like this for several seconds before there’s a loud knock at your door, causing you to jump. You get angry again as you yell out. 

“Ryan, I swear to god that I’ll break your nose if you-” 

You open the door fast and freeze when you realize it’s not Ryan. 

“Ben.” you say softly as he stares at you with a sad smile. 

“I saw Ryan’s window.” he says, his smile getting bigger. 

You can’t help but laugh as you step aside and let your best friend inside. You know the pictures of him entering your house after your ex left will be all over the tabloids by morning. Ben's shoulders are slumped and you can tell he’s not taking any of this well either.

“God, don’t they ever leave?” he asks about the paps outside.

“Want me to make you some tea?” you ask as you turn to walk to the kitchen. 

You’re stopped when Ben’s hand gently grabs your arm. You turn to look at him and his eyes are sad as he just shakes his head. 

“I’m sorry.” is all he has to say to make you turn into a blubbering baby. 

You can barely breathe as you sob. Ben pulls you into a hug and holds you closely. He rubs your back as he lets you cry against him. Once you get the tears out, you lean away to look at him. 

“I had no idea.” you tell him as you hiccup. “I had no idea.” 

“Hey,” he says cupping your face. “Neither did I. It’s okay. Okay?” he asks causing you to nod. 

You lean back in to hug him. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he nuzzled his face against you. You sigh as you slowly lean away, your faces only inches apart. You’re staring at his lips as he stares into your eyes. You’ve never been this close to him before, yet it felt so normal. You’re silent for a second until you both lean in and kiss. It’s soft and gentle at first. Your lips just barely moving together. You’re not sure why it’s happening, but it doesn’t feel wrong. Then it speeds up. Your mouths part open as your tongues collide. Your breathing is fast as Ben cups your face while yours tangle in his hair. You two lean away to catch your breath. 

“I’m sorry.” you breathe out, still close to him. 

He shakes his head and half smiles. 

“Don’t be. I’m not.” 

You look up to him and finally smile back. Before you know it, you’re kissing again. Ben bends down and picks you up - your legs wrapping around him. Your lips don’t break apart the whole way to your bed. You’re still not sure how or why this is happening, but the whole time he’s inside you - like you said, it doesn’t feel wrong. 

***

5 Months Later 

You have been able to keep your relationship under the radar. As far as anyone knows, the two of you were still just friends - but that was a lie. Your relationship with Ben was more different than any you’ve ever been in. Every time you’re together, whether at his house or yours, you end up in bed. Yes, you call each other girlfriend and boyfriend, but it didn’t feel like that. You were in love with him - have been since you’ve known him, but things just feel different now. Maybe it’s because you rushed from your previous relationship to this one. Maybe it’s because you both don’t want anyone finding out. Maybe you two needed more time to heal. You weren’t sure. All you know is that things feel different and you need to tell him. 

The two of you lay in your bed, side by side. You’re staring at the ceiling all lost in thought. Ben looks over to you and watches for a moment before speaking up. 

“You okay?” he asks, causing you to look over at him. 

“You know I love you, right?” you ask with a whisper. 

He’s taken aback a bit by the question and just nods. 

“I love you too.” he whispers. 

“Then why does this feel like a…” you can't say the word so he says it for you. 

“Rebound?” 

You look back to him fast, half shocked that he got it right. All you can do is sadly nod. He does the same. 

“I know. You’re not the only one who thought that.”

You feel almost relieved. You let out a breathy laugh as you both sit up. Ben gets out of bed and dresses quickly. You stand up and wrap the sheet around yourself. 

“Promise me nothing will get weird between us, okay?” he asks walking closer to you. “I still want my best friend.” 

You laugh and playfully nudge his arm. 

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Hardy.” you tease. 

He smiles and walks forward to give you a small hug. He leans away and that’s when you both lean in for one last kiss. You pull away and have your eyes closed for a moment, savoring it. You look to him and sadly smile. 

“See you later?” he asks. 

You nod and hold the sheet close to you. 

“See you later.” 

And with that, he walks away and goes home. You watch him walk out of the door and your heart breaks. Why was that harder than you thought? Why do you wish it had never happened? You would regret that moment, because that ‘see you later’ turns into a ‘see you in a year’.

***

1 Year Later 

You hadn’t heard or talked to Ben since the moment he left your house that night. He could say the same thing about you. You both were too proud to be the first one to call or text, so it never happened. You both had also regretted leaving, which didn’t help. You missed your best friend, but there’s nothing you can do now. You told yourself you wouldn’t date for a long time, that is until you met Joe. Charming Joe. 

You had first met him while on tour for your new album. When you two were introduced, you didn’t want to leave his side. He had this light about him that you were drawn to. He had recognized you in an instant and was a nervous wreck as he spoke. He was a big fan and so were you. You just clicked instantly and were not so secretive about your relationship - except for one person. When you found out that he was best friend’s with Ben, you were even more intrigued. Joe knew about you from Ben. He only knew you two as best friends, not lovers and you were thankful for that. 

Joe had been invited to a house party of a friend and you, of course, were accompanying him. He didn’t waste a moment to tell everyone he knows that you’re his girlfriend. They, obviously, knew who you were and were starstruck. It made him beyond proud to call you his. You adored that title and him. You had your arm slung around his as you two walk around and whisper among each other, laughing at anything and everything. 

“You want a drink?” he asks looking to the bar and then back to you. 

“Please?” you ask with a smile, causing him to melt. 

He walks away and leaves you there all alone. You’re happy that you haven’t signed an autograph or taken a picture in a few minutes as you scan the room. Suddenly, there’s a slight tap on your shoulder. You jump and spin around fast, half shocked. Your eyes land on a familiar face as he just awkwardly smiles. 

“Ben.” you say fast. “Hi.” 

“Hi.” he says back. “Bit shocked to see you here. Haven’t spoken in ages.” he says sadly. “I miss you.” 

You watch as his eyes turn sad. You didn’t realize truly how much you missed him until actually seeing him. Your heart swelled as you wanted to reach out and kiss him once more. You didn’t realize that the ‘I love you’s’ you told him were so true. You really did mean it. You really do regret letting him walk away. Before you can say anything else, Joe walks up and hands you a drink as he places his free hand on your lower back. He leans in and kisses you before looking to Ben. 

“Ben!” he says excited. “I didn’t know if you’d be here tonight!” 

Ben looks between the two of you and looks confused. 

“You two… Kissed.” he says, trying to understand. 

Joe laughs and looks to you. 

“Well yeah, we’re dating. I told you already!” 

Ben just shakes his head slowly and looks to you, your face unreadable as you can’t look him in the eyes. 

“I was just told friends, but… But that’s amazing news. My two best friends. What more could a guy want?” he asks with a monotone voice, causing you to look up at him finally. 

Joe agrees and holds you close to him. 

“I'm gonna introduce y/n to my manager real fast. We’ll see you around?” asks Joe, completely oblivious to everything that’s happening. 

You look back to Ben with wide eyes as he just forces a smile and nods. The two of you walk away and across the room as Joe begins sparking up a conversation with someone. They’re laughing and joking as you sip on your drink and slowly glance across the room to Ben. 

He’s leaning against a wall, his eyes on you. You stare at each other in silence, but it’s like you’re screaming. You regret breaking up. You regret telling him not to go. You regret him walking out that door. All you needed was a little more time to heal and you would have been okay. And now, you were okay, but only in the sense of Ryan leaving you. In terms of Ben, you weren’t okay 

and you don’t think you ever will be. 

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