Day 1: Kiri already knew he was in trouble with this one.
AHH I’ve never drawn these two! Their hair was so hard, dear lord. I hope I did them justice.
And yes, demon!Kirishima wears sweaters with crosses on them. It ticks exorcists off. XD
Enjoy dear anon! #6 ‘Lust’ but like I avoided this for so long cause I didn’t know how to write it…
Evan wasn’t used to sharing a room. In fact it made him very nervous but going off to college meant having a roommate. So when Evan found out his roommate was Connor Murphy, he instantly became terrified.
Evan had gone to high school with Connor Murphy and he heard the stories, Connor seemed terrifying. But after getting to know the guy he was actually nice. He seemed kind of like a tortured soul.
Evan continued to type away at his computer, he had this ten page essay due in the next few days and he really needed to get it done. Glancing up from his laptop he noticed Connor had just come from the shower.
Evan instantly blushed. Connor wasn’t an ugly guy, in fact he was very attractive in Evan’s eyes. Evan couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the guy. He was in a towel, which hung loosely and his arms were showing.
He had a sleeve of tattoos started, one just happened to be a tree that Evan suggested as joke. But Connor ended up liking it and getting it tattooed.
“See something you like Hansen?” Connor teased.
Evan looked away and blushed, a feeling bubbling up in his stomach. “I-I.” Evan couldn’t seem to find the right words to say.
“Don’t worry about it.” Connor, towel still draped around his hips made his way over to Evan. “Be here, ten o’clock tonight, we can have a ‘chat’” Connor smirked as he made his way over to his clothes.
Evan’s heart raced, his mind went blank as Connor disappeared with some clothes. The nerves in his stomach seemed to increase, he was totally fucked.
Um…Idk? Is this good? Is it bad? I tried my best? I was super awkward writing it though…XD
“(Y/N)! Come cuddle meee!” my best friend of 16 years, Luke, yells to me from across our shared apartment. “I’m coming!” I reply whilst running down the hallway, towards his room, in my shorts and sweatshirt. When I get there, I don’t slow down, I just burst through the door and jump onto his bed. He was already laying on his bed and instantly wrapped his arms around me, and I him.
“Mmmmm, yes…this was very much needed.” Luke says with his eyes closed, as he places his head in the crook of my neck. We aren’t dating, nor do we like each other. We talked about it before we moved in together 5 years ago, we agreed that nothing would happen between us. When we were kids in primary school, I had a crush on Luke, he knew and he still sometimes teases me about it.
“Indeed.” I assure him, but it sounded kind of muffled from my head being covered with both blankets and Luke’s shoulder… He moved his face out of my neck to check his phone, I decided to do the same. “What the fuck?” I asked out loud when I saw that I had a message from Michael. We only text when we’re feeling a bit lonely if ya know what I mean.
‘We need to talk asap’ ~ Mikey
“What?” Luke inquired, I just showed him my texts. I don’t really have anything to hide from him, I’ve already told him about the messages to and from Michael, we’re too close not to share those kinds of things. He looks at the message a bit sternly and only mumbles a small “Oh…”. “I’ll call him later.” I mumble as I put my phone on my charger that was already in Luke’s room since I spend so much time in here.
As Luke was laying on his back now, I took it as he didn’t want to cuddle anymore. I just laid beside him, chewed on the inside of my cheek, and secretly looked at his phone because I’m a nosy bitch. I saw that he was messaging Michael, all I saw was my name and something about ‘a date’ before I got too nervous that he would catch me. Still…a date?
After a while, Luke puts down his phone and instantly just pulls me into him, in the same position as before. I couldn’t say that I didn’t feel surprised, but I just hold him back and play with his hair. Luke’s been off lately, I haven’t questioned him about it because I don’t want to pry, but I seriously need to talk to him about it.
“Sing to me?” He whispers in my ear, causing chills to go down my back. “You want to hear a screaming goat?” I joked with raised eyebrows. Luke weakly chuckled and responded “Yes please.” “What do you want me to sing?” I laughed. “Drive? By Halsey?” Luke asks, I could have sworn I heard him sniffled, but I didn’t question it. I started singing and Luke just held on tighter and I knew he was crying because I felt his hot tears on my neck.
All we do is drive All we do is think about the feelings that we hide All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign Sick and full of pride All we do is drive
‘I love you, (Y/N).’ ‘I love you too, Luke.’
And California never felt like home to me And California never felt like home And California never felt like home to me Until I had you on the open road and now we’re singing
‘(Y/N), your entire being is where I belong and I feel most comfortable, you know? Like, You’re my home…’
Your laugh echoes down the highway Carves into my hollow chest, Spreads over the emptiness It’s bliss
‘Your laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, Luke.’
Flashbacks of moments that Luke and I have shared keep popping up in my head while I sang. I felt too awkward to ask him about him crying, which was weird because I’ve never felt any type of comfortableness around him. I just kept singing and Luke started humming too. “Would it really kill you if we kissed?” he wobbly sang in my ear, while I sang in his.
We both stopped after we sang the lyric, neither of us wanting to acknowledge what had just happened, but also not wanting to forget that it had happened. I held him even tighter, as if that was even fucking possible. Since Luke’s breathing had calmed after about an hour of me playing with his hair, I assumed that he had fallen asleep. I untangled his arms and legs from around my body, a very difficult jobs when it comes to a giant man-child with freakishly lanky limbs.
I grabbed my phone and went onto the balcony to call Mikey and also make minimal noise because of the situation between Luke and I, I really didn’t want to wake him and see him have another breakdown.
“Hey (Y/N)!” Michael chirped into the phone after the third ring. “Hey Michael, what did you want to talk about.?” I ask, trying to be cheery after what had just happened. “Well you see, we’ve been talking for, like, 5 months and I’ve never even taken you out on a date before.” Michael replies, getting kind of nervous towards the end of his sentence. He sounded like a little kid that was trying to talk they’re mom into letting them get a gaming console. I sighed and said “Michael, we agreed that there were no feelings attached in this….whatever we have going on….” “Well yea, bu-” “I can’t Michael, I’m sorry.” I interrupted and quickly hung up before anything else could be sad. The best person at problem avoiding, ladies and gentlemen.
When I turn around I see that Luke had woken up and was laying on the living room floor, face down. I tried to slip through the door and slip by him silently, just as I thought that I was successful, Luke blurts out “I know you’re right there, (Y/N).” “I could always hope…” I reply and go lay next to him. “You gonna tell me what happened in there?” I try to ask without sounding too invasive. I just figured I would break the ice before him, he didn’t seem to be in the mood to initiate the dreaded conversation.
He just sat up and said “I love you so much more than you’ll ever know.” I was taken aback, we both love each other unconditionally. “What do you mean? Like, I know that and I love you so much more than you could ever imagine. Luke, You’re my best friend.” He had a pained look on his face and he looked like he was going to cry again. It hurts me when he hurts. “What’s wrong? You can talk to me about anything, I’m not gonna judge you. I’ve promised you that for 16 years and I’m never going to break that promise. Why won’t you just talk to me?” I was starting to get overwhelmed and I didn’t notice that tears were on my cheeks.
Luke explained rather calmly “When I say that I love you, I mean that I fucking love every fiber of your god damn being. I’m the most comfortable with you, you’re the highlight of my day, you’re my home and I wouldn’t be able to function if I didn’t have you. 15 years, I’ve loved you more than you’ve loved me for 15 years. You’re my everything and when I hear your laugh or even just your voice, it’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever heard. It calms me down even if it’s just a simple whisper, I know it sounds ridiculous and that I lied to you, but I love you so much more than a best friend. You’re my other half and I’ve never needed someone like I need you…please don’t be angry with me for lying to you…”
I didn’t move a muscle while he was talking. The only thing on my body that was actually moving, were the tears that I was letting fall. When he whispered the last sentence I tackled him in a hug. I love him too. I didn’t let go for a solid 45 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me? Jesus, Luke.” I said squeezing tighter and starting to cry again. “You and Michael are a thing now.” He replied “We aren’t and we weren’t 15 years ago either. I don’t like Michael, we only talk sometimes and we rarely ever see each other in person.” I corrected, trying to be nice and control my emotions at the same time.
“Why do you tell me this now after I’ve literally farted, burped, changed, and done basically every other embarrassing action ever thought of in front of you.” I joke. “Because why would you need to hide that from me?” Luke laughs and wipes my tears. “And it’s not exactly terrible seeing you change, sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” he adds, still laughing. I just laugh and grab his face.
“Would it really kill you if we kissed?” Luke sings with a smile. “I love you too.” I admit with a laugh and kissing him afterwards. “Long wait, great reward. They aren’t lying when they say patience is virtue, are they?” He says with our foreheads against one another’s. I laughed along with him. “Yea, Luke, It is a pretty great thing.”
“Thank you, Luke.”
“For what, (Y/N)?”
“Yea, sure…..Confessing your love really takes a lot out of you, want to go get some food?”
“Well that moment was short lived….but yes, Lucas, yes I do.”
Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, staring down at your boyfriend who was crouched on the floor trying to pick up a gooey substance off the floor. Michael quickly looked up, raising his hands which were also covered in the brown substance, with a deer in the headlights look.
“I, uh, kinda dropped my pudding..” He mumbled, looking back down on the floor where his brown desert had falling and stained the off white tiles of your kitchen.
“Please don’t tell me you were going to do with I think you were going to do,” He looked back at the floor with a strained expression, as if it killed him to see the mess.”Michael, we talked about this, the three second rule doesn’t apply to sticky food,” you softly brushed his hair from his forehead, feet dodging the pudding on the floor. “just grab another one for the cupboards, yeah?”
Your boyfriend hummed, pressing his head into your thigh. Gently tugging his hair to pull his head back, you placed a soft kiss against his lips. “Michael,” you whispered against his lips, “I love you,” Another kiss. “but I’m not cleaning up your mess.”
As you walked away you could hear his groan from the other side of the house.