i was thinking this morning about how i categorize fanfic authors that i enjoy like AKC breeds and decided to share my rubric with you:
the specialist: this author has a favorite kink or trope and has written 80% of the content in that tag. you know exactly what you’re getting. they have A Brand™️. no matter what other traits they display, dedicated rare pair authors belong here.
the chocolate box: essentially the exact opposite. this author will try anything once. they have 80+ works in the fandom with no discernible pattern. the shortest one is 268 words and the longest is well over 100k. this breed of author may or may not be related to:
the renaissance fan: they’ve written three things in your fandom: your favorite fic, your notp, and a bizarre crossover with a show you’ve never heard of. you hit “expand fandoms list” on their author page and have to scroll down twice to reach the bottom. whenever you curse the fact that you can’t legally commission fic writers, this is the author you’re thinking about.
the horn dog: they’re here for one thing and one thing only. if someone’s dick is not in another character’s mouth within 500 words, they apologize for it in the author’s notes. they have one (1) g-rated fic.
the rookie: this writer is usually young, new to fandom, or just got a beta-reader for the first time. their fics are a little all over the place, quality-wise, but you’re excited whenever their name pops up because their unique voice gets stronger every time. you feel a personal investment in their development, like you’re an old man reading the local high school sports page and saying “this kid’s the one to watch.”
the live streamer: the most prolific author in the fandom. their works are all over the front page when you sort by kudos. you have no idea how they generate this much work, and have seriously wondered if they have access to an extra-dimensional time portal. their stories are usually un-beta’d and the characterization varies wildly, but their best works are inspired and you’ve read them 30 times.
the cryptid: this one comes out of nowhere every two years, drops the best fanfic you’ve ever read, and disappears. fifteen months after you left a three paragraph comment about how they changed your life, you get a message in your inbox that just says “thanks.”
the novelist: we talk about “filing off the serial numbers” when someone reworks their most popular story to pitch it as an original novel; this author somehow does the reverse. their fics are excellent, usually long-reaching multi-chapter AUs that have almost nothing to do with the on-screen characters except their names. i’d like to extend my personal thanks to this breed of author because it’s the closest i get to reading an actual book.
the reunion tour: this author wrote some of the most popular works in the fandom, but either moved on to k-pop or burned out when canon took a turn for the worse. they put out one new thing a year, often an old draft that’s been haunting them from under the floorboards. their last six author’s notes all say they never thought they’d write this pairing again and “this will probably be the last time.”
“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction” Pt. 2
Ft. Kageyama; Yamaguchi; Iwaizumi; Kuroo; Tendou; Sakusa
Pt. 1
KARASUNO
↳ Kageyama
➣ Being friends with Kageyama Tobio requires a lot of patience. Having a crush on the man, even more so.
➣ He is dense as all hell and has a one track mind; sometimes it’s almost like he is literally incapable of thinking of anything outside of volleyball.
➣ You are still very supportive of him and his interests, of course. You don’t get mad when he has to cancel plans last minute for practice or when he needs you to tutor him in English because he’s one more “F” away from being kicked out of an upcoming game.
➣ You are supportive but…your heart can only take so much of your crush’s obliviousness to your feelings—which is why you have decided to sneakily force a confession out of him via an innocent prank.
➣ The two of you are in the empty gym, the rest of the team having long since gone home (even Hinata, whose mom had threatened to end his whole career if he didn’t come home early to babysit Natsu). You are tossing balls for Kageyama to practice setting when you decide to make your move.
➣ When you had imagined telling him you have an OnlyFans, you expected many, varying reactions. You imagined explosive anger before he demanded you delete it because “only I can see you like this!” You imagined dramatic love confessions punctuated by sweet kisses—there were even some scenarios involving tears! What you did not imagine, however, was the dead, blank star Kageyama is currently giving you…
➣ “OnlyFans? Is that some type of furniture store?”
➣ Poor little Kageyama has absolutely no idea what OnlyFans is.
➣ After you, very awkwardly, tell him exactly what it is—even showing some (tame) pictures on your phone—Kageyama fully understands and is now blushing profusely and white-knuckling a volleyball.
➣ He stutters out something incomprehensible at first, a jumble of words you don’t even have time to decipher before he pauses and his expression takes on a much more serious tone. You can practically see the gears in his head turning as he seems to register your previous words.
➣ Once they do register, he is, once again, flustered.
➣ “Y-you have one!?”
➣ You open your mouth to speak but he is already talking over you, eyes wide and filled with mild horror.
➣ “That’s really dangerous you know—we’re only in high school!’
➣ He looks so genuinely panicked and concerned that you just feel bad for teasing him and end up having to calm him down by admitting it was just a prank.
➣ You’ll have to be much more straightforward than that to get a confession out of Kageyama.
“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”
Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma
Pt. 2
A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL
KARASUNO
↳ Sugawara
➣ You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.
➣ Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.
➣ He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do.
➣ That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings.
➣ Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea.
➣ You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.
➣ The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting…
➣ Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.
➣ Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.
➣ “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”
➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.
➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”
➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡
Hii! Could I get Kenma and Tendo (and maybe Nishinoya) where the team doesn’t know they have an S/O for some reason but one day the reader walks into practice and gives them a kiss? Thanks!
Kenma —
He had told Kuroo, but none of the rest of Nekoma knew about his relationship with you.
It’s not that he didn’t like you enough to talk about you, — trust me, Kenma talks about you a lot whenever it’s just him and Kuroo — but he just didn’t talk much during practices to begin with, not unless he was contributing an idea or advice.
His team mates just assumed he wasn’t dating anyone, he just acted too shy and reserved to be able to talk to someone that he had a crush on
Which was true, Kuroo basically had to ask you out for him
So when you walked into the gym right as practice was ending and said, “you ready to go home?” everyone kind of assumed you were related somehow or that you lived close to one another
They weren’t expecting Kenma to blush and nod, lazily giving you a bunny kiss
You giggled and closed the distance between your lips, that’s when everyone lost their shit
Kuroo is grinning because that little shit knew all along and was waiting for his teams reaction
All of his teammates are walking over to bombard you with questions, especially wondering how Kenma got up the courage to ask you out, or did you ask him out?
At every game/practice/practice match from there on out they like to ask him about you just to see him blush or smile and look like he’s remembering something
Tendou —
Ok so Tendou had told them that he was dating someone, he even specified he was dating you so they didn’t think he was making it up
But they all just threw him a pitiful look and said “okay, sure....”
Absolutely no one believed him
He just...the crackhead energy? None of them believe that Tendou could get someone to like him
When you walk into practice they are lowkey so concerned because they think you know he said he was dating you and so now you’re coming to like,, throw hands with him or something.
But you don’t, you walk over and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so you could peck his lips.
They all said O.o
Ushijima did it too but on a much less noticeable scale
He sees them staring and looks at them like a confused puppy
“What? I told you guys I was dating Y/n, didn’t you remember?”
He turns just about as red as his hair is
They’re still all like O.o
Nishinoya —
They all knew Nishinoya had a huge crush on you, it was equal to if not worse that Tanaka’s crush on Kiyoko
But they were not aware you two were dating
Nishinoya was sure he had told them, but then again he always walked into practice swooning about some really generic thing you had done
Maybe the things you did before and after the relationship was established got melded together and he never told anyone that you two were now an item?
He couldn’t remember, if he was being honest.
Regardless, he was staring off into space and mumbling about how you had smiled at him today, Suga was giving him a confused look and telling him people smile all the time
“No, no! Suga it was the way they smiled at me! With so much, like, passion and love in their eyes!”
Suga took a deep breath and turned away at what he thought was a delusional libero.
“Noya!” You’re voice rang out, turning a few heads as everyone was packing up and cleaning the gym.
When you walked over to where he was standing, you out your index finger under his chin and turned his head towards you, then proceeded to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
Tanaka and Hinata were the first to react, they literally cheered. The other third years just smiled, Kageyama and Tsukishima feeling a little out of place.
Tanaka actually hits Nishinoya in the head and starts scolding him for not telling him you two were dating
You first discovered the spot while Oikawa was laying on top of you, tired after a long practice. His hair was still damp from his shower and you had given into the urge to kiss up one of the drops clinging to the skin below his ear. His whole body had stiffened and a gasp escaped his lips.
“Oh?” You murmured softly, watching a brilliant flush color his cheeks.
“It tickled,” Oikawa said defensively.
You smiled slyly, not believing him for a second as you located the spot again to leave a soft love bite.
His reaction was even more delicious than when you’d kissed the spot. He let out a low groan, leaning into your teeth.
“I hate you,” he grumbled into your shoulder.
“Aw, poor baby,” you teased.
He didn’t complain again as you focused all of your attention on his neck. You mapped out his most sensitive spots, tucking those little bits of information away for later. He was completely lax against you, soft sighs of pleasure occasionally tickling your neck as he relished in your affection.
Your favorite game was to kiss his neck in public and watch him become a blushy mess. Iwaizumi was always disgusted with the two of you, often lamenting that he could never take you two anywhere.
“You’re just jealous, Iwa-Chan, because you’re so prickly you’ll never get a girlfriend,” Oikawa said agreeably.
He whined about the red mark Iwa’s flick had left on his forehead the rest of the outing.
a/n: yes i realize i link a lot of country songs, its funny because i rarely listen to country music. anyways! not too sure how i feel about this but i had to get it out of my head, i couldn’t write anything else until i did oof
You lay on Tendou’s bed, waiting patiently for Ushijima to finish with the newest jump so you can read it before your friend gets back. Tendou had stepped out to get take out for the three of you, effectively leaving you with his roommate and a wink that you have spent too much time over analyzing.
“Hey,” you speak, catching Ushijimas attention, “can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Does Satori like me?” you asks, trying to keep the hopeful tone out of your voice.
“Well yes, he wouldn’t be friends with someone he doesn’t like,” he responds, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“No like..” you sigh, dropping back onto your back, “like a crush.”
Before he can respond, the door’s opening and Tendou is passing around the food with a big smile. Ushijima goes to respond anyways but when you shake your head no, he drops it thankfully. The rest of the night has an underlying tension to it, all of you acutely aware. You tell them goodnight, returning to your dorm before it gets any weirder.
-
Over the next few days, you pay close attention to how Tendou acts around you. Admittedly, you don’t have much to compare it to. You two are closer than he is with Ushijima, and he treats the other man very similar to how he treats you. It finally hits you by the sixth day, you’re just going to have to ask him up front what the wink was about.
“Satori,” you mumble, poking at your food instead of meeting his eyes. At his hum, you continue, “Why did you wink when you left the other night?”
“Oh, it was like a good luck wink,” he shrugs, taking a bite of his food. You tilt your head in confusion, just staring at him before he sighs, “For asking out Wakatoshi? Hello, what else would it be for?”
“Oh.”
His words hurt more than you let on, your heart tightening in your chest. You have liked your friend for a little over a year, keeping it to yourself to avoid rejection and having to feel this exact thing. Surely it would hurt less to be outright rejected than for him to be so supportive of you dating Ushijima.
“Oh? What did you not tell him?!” He says, putting down his chopsticks and looking at you like you grew a second head. “I even took the long route so you could get up the courage!”
“I don’t like Ushijima,” you sigh, figuring it truly can’t feel any worse than it does.
“Then why did you want to be my friend?” He asks so nonchalantly you nearly choke. His eyes hold genuine curiosity as he waits for your answer.
“You’re cool Satori, I wanted to be your friend because you’re cool. I didn’t become friends with you to get close to him, no offense he’s a great guy, but I wanted to know you,” you explain, feeling just as confused as him. “Why would I want to use you like that?”
“That’s what everyone does.” With a shrug, he finished his last bite of food and slung his bag over his shoulder. “I’ve gotta get to practice, but I’ll see you later.”
-
You went to his room that night, a frown on your face and determination in your heart. Having spoken to Ushijima earlier, you learned just how many people had used the man you loved to get close to Ushijima. It broke your heart. Knocking on their door, you felt the hesitation start to creep in.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Tendou asked, letting you into the room. As soon as Ushijima saw you, he left the room saying he needed to practice. “We just left practice, what the hell.”
“Satori, sit down please,” you pointed to his desk chair, pacing slightly.
He sat down, smiling slightly. “You’re not about to confess your love for me or something are you?”
“There’s a reason they call you the guess monster,” you joked, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Very funny joke, what’s really up?” he laughed humorlessly, his chest tightening.
See, Satori has loved you for a long time, probably longer than you have loved him. The problem is, he still sees himself as the monster everyone used to call him. There was no way anyone could love him like that, let alone someone as wonderful as you. When he was sure you liked Ushijima, it hurt but at least he knew you would stay in his life even if you were rejected like all the others. He was content just to love you like this.
“I’m not joking.”
“Okay it’s not that funny the second time around,” he said, standing from his chair and moving to place his hands on your shoulders. “Something’s up, you can tell me.”
“Tendou Satori I love you, that’s what’s up,” you huffed, ignoring the blush on your cheeks, “when you accused me of liking Ushijima I decided I had to tell you, I’ve loved you for almost a year now.”
“You’re taking it too far,” he whispered, “I know you don’t love me, you can’t love me i’m a monster.”
You stood frozen, trying to process his words. You knew about his childhood, but you always assumed he was past that. He acted like he was past that. There is something worse than the pain from before, and that was realizing just how he really saw himself. You felt the tears sliding down your cheeks as your heart broke for him. Without a second thought, you cupped his face and brought his lips to yours.
He jumped at the sudden touch, his eyes wide open. You pulled him closer, trying to convey your feelings with your kiss. He closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to melt into the feeling of your lips on his. Your hands move to his hair, tangling in his bright red locks, his hands resting on your hips. You lost yourself in the kiss, only pulling back when you needed air.
“Do you believe me now?” You panted, resting your head against him.
“I don’t understand why you do, but I am so happy that you love me too.”
-
It took a long time for him to really accept that you loved him. Him. He didn’t get it, even years later. You reminded him every chance you could, and he was so grateful for you. Still, his insecurities got the best of him sometimes.
“They couldn’t all be wrong Y/N! I’m a monster, at least to them,” he snapped, growing tired of the same fight you two always had. He would make some off handed comment about how you were too good for a monster and you would always counter it.
“Fine! You want to be a monster so badly, then I guess that makes me a monster fucker!” you growled, your fists clenched at your sides as you stared him down. “I’m just somebody who’s in love with a monster! Monster fucker of the year! I want to marry a monster! Look at me!”
“You want to marry me?” he whispered, his anger subsiding at your words.
“Stop thinking you’re a monster and we’ll get married right now,” you huff, taking his hands in yours. “I just want to make you feel the way you make me feel.”
“You do-”
“No. I don’t, not if you still feel like a monster,” you cut him off, “you make me feel like the luckiest, most beautiful person in the world. Like there’s no one in the world who could ever be better for you than me, like I’ve found the person who will love every bit of me for the rest of my life.”
“i’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, let me love you and help you heal from this. You deserve to love yourself the way I do. Let me help you feel wanted.”
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
“kenma~” you cooed at your boyfriend who was asleep on your shared bed, drool was escaping from his lips as he snored softly.
he was tired, you knew that. but you and kenma had this unspoken rule that whenever you guys go out, you have to alert the other that you were leaving, even if it means you have to wake each other up.
and so far, you wish the both of you never made that rule. maybe then, you wouldn’t have to wake the sleeping angel on your bed.
“baby…” you’ve tried everything, poking his cheek, opening one of his eyes, even lightly slapping him but he doesn’t seem to budge. with a sigh, you couldn’t help but resort to your last option. you knew you couldn’t keep kuroo waiting, you’ve already asked him a favor of accompanying you to the game store to buy kenma a new pair of headphones because his own was wearing out.
you neared his sleeping face, wiping the small trickle of drool from the side of lips before placing a short peck on his cheek.
you certainly weren’t expecting him to suddenly pull you to his arms and hold you tight.
“kenma-” “mine.” he mumbled sleepily, grip not faltering on your waist as he nuzzles his face on your chest. you laugh a little before pecking the crown of his head and attempting to get up.
“kenma–” “no.” he huffed, not opening his eyes.
your phone started ringing, you reached for it and answered without noticing that it was a facetime from kenma’s best friend.
“(Y/N), where are you?!” “i fell into a trap!” you dramatically wailed before showing kuroo the predicament you caught yourself in.
“i went in for a kiss…” you started, “but now, he’s got me.” you could hear the amused tone that laced kuroo’s voice as he scoffed.
“and he won’t let me go!” as if to prove a point, you struggled and felt his grip tightening.on your waist. “mine.” kenma says stubbornly.
“yes, baby, i know but-” “mine.” you grunted, trying to pry his arms off.
“mine.” you grunt once more, kenma tsked before pulling you to a different position.
“damn, i never thought kenma would be so clingy.” kuroo said in amusement. seeing you grunt once more and give up with a whiney “goddammit.”
“neither did I…” you say, kuroo chuckled before assuring you that it was okay and the both of you could reschedule.
“i’m really sorry for this, Kuroo!” you apologized profusely. kuroo laughed, “i’d rather reschedule than deal with kenma’s wrath for stealing you away, don’t worry about it.” and with that, he wished you luck and hung up.
you felt kenma’s arms relax against you before he mumbled a quiet “stay.”
you roll your eyes before making yourself comfortable in his arms.
“it’s not like i have anywhere else to go, right?” you sarcastically say before closing your eyes and let kenma hug you as he wished.
╰ your new roommate is everything you could ask for: quiet, never makes messes, a killer dry sense of humor... and oh yeah—he’s dead.
pairing: ghost!yoongi x ballerina!reader
genre: sm au, crack humor, horror (but it’s not that scary i promise lol), fluff, smut, slight angst
status: completed
playlist: listen here
a/n: hey there demons it’s me, ya boi ahshdjdk are y’all ready to get spooky?? bc this halloween we’re going real ghostly hours ✈️🤭 i hope you enjoy this crackhead supernatural adventure!! x
→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.
{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}
→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff
→ warnings: an overabundance of shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to squish his cheeks; kinda ooc but it is what it is
→ words: 11.5K
→ a/n: whaddup kids it’s ya girl… back from the dead after months of not writing shit, and what’s this owo… it’s a fluff fic?? miracles do happen… anyway i wrote this bc i just thot “man, wouldn’t it be super epic if i wrote a super self-indulgent fic where yoongi fulfills every single one of my deepest desires?” well… here is THIS!! pls feel free to scream into a pillow bc i certainly did!! enjoy!!
There is a boy you know who likes to show his kindness quietly. It would go something like this:
The air is thick with static; your hair stands up on end: a warning. The scent of raindrops hitting hot pavement graces your nostrils as a waterfall drops from the sky. You see the sea of heads begin to disappear under a canopy of multi-colored umbrellas. You, the lone ranger, rush back into the building from whence you came, dragging puddles and annoyance with you.
You should have anticipated it, should have thought to check the weather app before scrolling through dull social media posts when you left your house that morning. Instead, your fingers are left cold and umbrella-less.
You tilt your head upwards, watching as gallon upon gallon fell from the sky in an endless cycle. The watch on your wrist reads 5 PM, but the sky says it is 9 PM. The dark, swirling mass of clouds above you will continue on its thunderous parade, pausing for no one, especially not for you.
Your work bag is practically weightless, devoid of anything that might protect you from the onslaught of rain. The only thing inside is a small wallet that holds nothing more than dust and a loose promise of a paycheck. There is no way you can call a taxi like this, and the nearest bus stop is at least two blocks away. You are starting to think that your childhood dreams of becoming a mermaid hadn’t been so ridiculous after all.
Then comes the hand of God. It touches your shoulder gently, hesitantly. You turn around to face a stranger, a boy with shaggy black hair and pale moonlight skin. It is not God, but he comes close.
In his other hand is your salvation wrapped in Kumamon print nylon. It is proffered to you with a silent nod, his gaze fixed somewhere behind you as he waits for you to take it. The tips of his ears begin to redden the longer it takes for you to respond. Eventually, your brain connects with your muscles as you robotically pluck the umbrella from his grasp, a stuttered “thanks” leaving your lips.
He nods stiffly once more, removing his palm from your shoulder as though he had been burned. He shuffles for a moment, mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find the words to say. You wait, patience never waning for the strange boy that you have come to know as your salvation.
He doesn’t find the words after all. You aren’t too offended by his silence, but he appears to be mortified. And so, he leaves just as quickly as he had appeared, like a whirlwind dressed in an oversized blazer flapping behind him like wings. He runs through the rain without another thought, an arm raised above his head in a futile attempt to avoid getting wet.
You try calling out to him, wanting to thank him once more and maybe to ask how you can return his umbrella, but he is long gone. A speck of black dashing through the gray.
You clutch the umbrella closer to you, a feeling of something new growing inside of you. It is too small to call anything, but it is warm.
a/n: here’s the finale y’all!! sorry for the wait on it, but as you know, things are crazy. keep an eye out for the bonus part!! i’ll post it shortly!! lmk what y’all think and thanks for reading!! x
Gah and here I thought sending a request two minutes after would be too fast LOL Perhaps Monoma for the same prompt 25? Happy ending please ive got a weak heart ;-;
“Please don’t leave me.”
—to Monoma, his pride is everything; well, that was the case until he met you.
word count: 2,116
A/N: i was ready to make this angsty all the way through but since ily and you asked nicely, here’s a fluffy one! and omg yeah y’all were so quick to request i was s h o o k t
check out my other works on this dialogue prompt list!
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Ironically, Monoma doesn’t like being teased.
Everybody would think that the king of teasing can handle a jest or two, but they can’t be more wrong. The moment someone teases Monoma, he turns all dark and serious. Sometimes, he even throws a fit and starts roasting the crap out of whoever speaks ill of him.
Therefore, when his class starts to tease you and him together, Monoma can’t handle it.
His friendship with you started when you called him out for trash talking class 1-A too much. Sure, you don’t like them either, but what he’s doing is very unherolike. You told him that he had no right to make fun of the top class if he himself can’t do anything better.
Your words had stung him deeper than every hit he received from Kendo.
Because of that, he started to hang around you to constantly show off his high-level skills, to prove that he can be better than the students of class 1-A. At first you’d call him out for being too egotistical, but after seeing how much he improved as a student from you riling him up, you decided to let him be around you.
Obviously, class 1-B students take notice of you and Monoma hanging out together, and so they begin to tease you guys every time the two of you are near each other.
“Bet I got a higher score than you from the test yesterday,” you greet as you stand in front of Monoma’s desk before class starts. “I heard our teacher is going to hand back the results today.”
Monoma releases a boastful laugh as he tilts his head to the side. “You can never compare to my high grades, Y/N. I bet you’re not even close to the perfect score, which I’m sure I got.”
Out of annoyance, you slam your hands on his table to lean closer to his face. “Are you looking down on me?”
A smirk spreads across his lips as he holds your gaze, leaning towards you as well to match your stance. “I am better than you, aren’t I?”
Upon entering the classroom, Tetsutetsu notices how close you and Monoma are together. “OOOOH!” he exclaims before you can voice out your retort. “Monoma and Y/N are about to kiss!”
The class whips their head at the two of you, cheering the two of you on.
“Finally!” Kendo grins, raising her arm in triumph. “We’ve been waiting for you guys to make a move. The sexual tension is too much for the class.”
The class cheers and yells out your ship name with Monoma that they made eons ago.
Though you feel hot and embarrassed inside, you simply straighten up and roll your eyes at your classmates usual teasing. You should be used to it right, but you still can’t help but feel awkward and uncomfortable. You’re about to say your usual line of telling them that you and the blond are not together when Monoma stands up from his seat abruptly.
“When will you all understand that I will never like her?” he sighs with utter disgust, finally snapping from months of being shipped with you. “I’m sick of you lowlives howling and whistling whenever I’m with Y/N. We’re not in a relationship—she’s not even my friend. Get that through your thick skulls.”
Even though Monoma spoke calmly, his tone dripped with so much malice. Blinking at him, you stumble back, shocked at how much he hated being teased with you. The teacher arrives, leaving you no choice but to sit back on your chair, your hurt buried in your heart.
The atmosphere is gloomy at Monoma’s sudden outburst as the teacher does a roll call. It’s hard to calm yourself down when all you want to do is burst into tears. In all honesty, you didn’t mind being shipped with Monoma because you like him, you actually fell for him despite his boastful nature. The more time you spent with him, the more you realize that he’s not just some jerk.
Apparently, you were wrong. You know he hates being teased, but you didn’t know he hated being matched with you this much. It can be annoying sometimes, but is he really that disgusted by you? Does he think you’re not good enough for him, that it’s a hindrance to be paired with someone like you?
The doubts that swirl in your head are too much to handle that you raise your hand and ask the teacher if you can go to the clinic, claiming you’re not feeling well. As you dash away from the classroom, Monoma sinks to his seat.
The moment those words spilled out of his mouth, he instantly regretted it. Half of what he said earlier was a lie because he does like you. He wants nothing more than to be in a relationship with you, but it is true that he’s sick of all the teasing. He’s sick of you looking uncomfortable every time you guys are being teased, how you’d always put distance between you and him whenever this happened. You’re not his friend because you’re his crush, but how can he be in that way with you when you’re always pushing him away?
Besides, Monoma really doesn’t like being teased. His pride won over and finally snapped because he hates the way people are making fun of him. He doesn’t like eyes on him because sometimes, he just wants to watch you without any distractions, but he can’t do that knowing that someone is bound to call him out.
When you come back from the clinic for the second class, Monoma can’t help but release a sigh of relief. His relief quickly switches to concern when you don’t even spare him a glance like you usually do. Monoma knows it’s his fault, that he should go over to you and apologize, but his stupid pride won’t let him.
So, he tries a different approach. During break, he purposely goes over to Bakugou’s table to make fun of him. As Bakugou angrily retorts to Monoma’s jest, he glances around the room, expecting you to pop up and scold him for being a jerk.
“OI, LISTEN TO ME YOU PIPSQUEAK!” Bakugou demands when he notices that Monoma isn’t paying attention.
The condescending blond doesn’t even feel the satisfaction of making Bakugou angry anymore. He’s too preoccupied with the thought of you, his desire for you to come over and nudge him for acting stupid.
But you never come.
For the next few days, you don’t talk to Monoma at all. His periwinkle eyes still follow after you as he watches you talk to everyone in the class but him. Despite having the feeling of being watched, you force yourself never to glance at Monoma, knowing fully well that you won’t be able to resist him once you look at him.
Ignoring him takes a toll on Monoma. He’s more snarky, his comments more hurtful than usual although never directed at you. Obviously, the class notices.
“Just solve this love quarrel already,” Tetsutetsu groans to you. “I’m sick of him always pointing out my mistakes.”
“Even Kaibara is getting annoyed,” Asawe speaks up. “And he’s usually so stoic and uncaring.”
You shake your head, your heart dropping at the reminder that you’re not in speaking terms with your favorite person. “It’s not a love quarrel. In case you guys didn’t hear, he doesn’t want anything to do with me. Why would I talk to him when he feels that way?”
They sigh at your stubbornness, knowing that you’re not going to talk to Monoma until he does it first, but they also know that his pride is too huge.
Little do they know that he’s actually breaking. It’s been too long since you directed your pretty smile at him, and it’s making him crazy. He musters up the courage to finally talk to you, but it’s so hard to him. He’s never been a humble person, he never stooped low and begged for someone’s forgiveness.
Monoma needs courage, but since the only person who can give him that isn’t talking to him, he settles for the next best thing—the bench out in the school’s garden where the two of you would sit sometimes. As he walks out of the classroom alone to go to the garden, he remembers an especially fond memory of you.
On that bench, you’d force Monoma to sit still so you can rest your head on his lap, taking a quick nap before the next class starts. He pretended to hate it, but after teasing you shortly, he’d sit still and you’d close your eyes, completely trusting him. Never will he admit it, but he likes to watch you rest on him, his heart happy knowing that you can depend on him.
He wishes for those days to come back, and he feels as if his wish came true when he sees you sitting on the bench, lying down on your backpack instead of his lap.
In the end, his feelings for you win over his pride.
Even though he knows he looks stupid, he runs to you. Without saying anything, he raises your head up to rest it on his lap. You immediately know who bothered your nap, so you stand up to walk away. Your attempt fails as his hand wraps around yours and yanks you back down beside him.
“Please don’t leave me,” Monoma begs in a soft voice, gripping your hand tightly. You turn away from him with a wince, your heart breaking at the sound of his strong voice trembling. “Hear me out, Y/N, please.”
The lump in his throats expands when you grab your hand away from him. When he realizes that you’re still there, that you just crossed your arms, he swallows the bubble. Even though you’re not looking at him, he’s glad that you’re giving him the chance to apologize.
“I-I’m sorry,” he says, the words feeling foreign from his tongue. “Look, aside from the fact that I’m sick of being teased, I didn’t mean the things I said. I’m the one who didn’t accept that I liked you, the only real friend I have. I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship because of silly feelings and I feel like it was slowly deteriorating every time we got teased.”
Monoma clears his throat as he scooches closer to you. “I didn’t want any part of our relationship to be forced or for you to feel uncomfortable, but yeah, I’m sorry for how I worded it.”
Though your body wants nothing but to swirl around and look at him, you hold your ground. “Why didn’t you apologize to me earlier?”
“It took me a while to realize that I’d rather be made fun of than you leaving me.”
Hearing the high and mighty Monoma beg you not to leave him and admit that he’d rather be teased, something he absolutely hated, than not have you is enough for you to finally turn around. You missed him dearly, too; the past few days have been shitty without Monoma annoying you 24/7.
He doesn’t even realize that you turned around because his eyes are trained to the ground. A smile spreads across your lips as you pounce on him, wrapping your hands around him as he falls to the back support of the bench.
“Of course I’d never leave you,” you breathe out against the crook of his neck. “I still have a lot to teach you about manners, you know?”
From your embrace and your lighthearted words, the heavy weight on Monoma’s shoulders disappear. He hugs you back as tightly, his hand making its way to your head to caress it softly. “And I’m still waiting for the day that you can actually best me.”
Your chest and his chest rumble together in laughter, all the angsty feelings gone replaced with joy. You just stay in his arms for a while on the bench you two spent a lot of time together, happy to have him back.
The sound of gasps and shrieks make you jump back in surprise, realizing that your classmates caught you guys. You’re about to scooch away when Monoma pulls you back to his chest, ignoring your classmates’ howls and cheers.
“You don’t care?” you ask against his chest.
Monoma shakes his head, kissing the crown of yours. “I told you, I don’t mind a little teasing as long as I’m with you.”
Then, his grip on you tightens. “They’ll just have to pay later, though.”
You can only laugh, knowing that your teasing classmates will experience hell from Monoma later.
