doki doki!

[elementalherodragonlord]

CRUSH CONFESSION

♡ comment with your character!

♡ some mysterious person has feelings for you, ones they couldn't confess until this particular instant. now's their shot to fess up!

♡ thread out a gradual discovery (and maybe more). unless things get awkward. unless things get wild. you never know who might have become your secret admirer after they noticed how unforgettable you are!

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Shinji Ikari

[getoutoftherobot]

Ellana "Egg" Lavellan

[inthistryingtime]

[listen idk if we even have anyone but I'm putting random people here]

Aerith Gainsborough

[a_flower_girl]

[This one, on the other hand, has many crushes. More than her hands can hold.]

Sayu

[whysokidnapped]

Haruhi Fujioka

[obliviousraccoon]

Tetsuya Kuroko

[mybasketball]

[makes a summoning circle for my many boyfriends]

[goldencopy]

[Sure, Kise goes on about how much he loves Kuroko pretty much every time they meet up, but it never seems like Kuroko gets it. He spent a lot of time thinking hard about why that would be (and whining about it) until Kasamatsu told him (after he whined about it) that it's probably because at this point his proclamations seem like a joke, somehow especially since they're exes.]

[Well. It's not a joke. And Kise has called Kuroko out to the park to get the record straight.]

[mybasketball]

[Kuroko is not quite sure what to expect when he goes to meet Kise at the park. Nigou is with him for the day, though, so the park is a good place to meet. He raises a hand in greeting when he sees Kise from a distance but doesn't pick up his pace to close the distance. Soon enough, though, they're within speaking distance.]

Hello, Kise-Kun.

[goldencopy]

[The gut instinct to be an excited golden retriever when Kuroko shows up is so strong. Kise lights up, beaming at Kuroko but restrains himself from reaching out to touch him in some way like he usually does; also it's Momoi's job to tackle hug him and maybe Kise should let her be the only one.]

Kurokocchi! Glad you made it.

[He puts his hands in his pockets now, a little nervous suddenly. He was all confident when he got to the park, but now that Kuroko is actually here he has to face what he wants to say.]

I have...something to talk to you about.

[mybasketball]

[Well, this is a new energy from Kise altogether. Kuroko had been expecting some kind of affection but now he's suddenly serious, and nervous? Fortunately, Kuroko's expression doesn't betray his own nervousness in response.

What is it?

[Nigou tugs at his leash, drawing Kuroko's attention.]

Ah...would you mind walking while we talk? Nigou is impatient today.

let's go teiko babies!

[whatsyoursign]

[Everyone on the starting line-up is in love with Kuroko. Everyone, even Akashi. It's ridiculous, and Kuroko had the gall to suggest going out with all of them? Preposterous. Midorima would never.]

[...Except he has been feeling a little weird around the phantom sixth man. He wants just as much as, apparently, everyone else to be close to Kuroko. When his teammates express their affection and adoration for Kuroko, Midorima has gradually found himself wishing he could do the same.]

[Well...why not? Why shouldn't he? His feelings are flipping back and forth between not wanting to give in to the consensus of the crowd and following where the stars are pulling him. Cancer and Aquarius are a good match today. Maybe it's time to do something about that.]

Kuroko.

awww babies

[mybasketball]

[Kuroko is kneeling down and tying his shoe when Midorima approaches. He's only a little surprised to be approached alone. Ever since Kuroko suggested that everyone date, Midorima has seemed...on edge? He's not quite sure how to describe it, it's not quite distant or clearly interested but here he is today.

Kuroko stands up.]

Midorima-kun.

[whatsyoursign]

[Notably, Midorima is also holding a pair of dice in an open hand, carrying them around like he would a teapot or statue. But never mind that. He looks down at Kuroko; the feelings are stirring again, uncomfortable in his gut and chest.]

We need to discuss your proposition for the team.

[That's one way to put it.]

[mybasketball]

[Kuroko stands up.]

My proposition...about all of us dating?

[There's no other possible option for what Midorima is talking about, weird as the phrasing is. Kuroko searches Midorima's face for any indication of this being a positive or negative "discussion". He can't tell.]

[theonlyoneisme]

["Pining after your ex" can go right in the fucking trash. This sucks, it sucks so much. He's apologized for the shit he said and did to Kuroko, sure, but he thought he could put all those lingering emotions aside and be done with them for good. Apparently that's not the case.]

[Momoi told him to confess before he lets the conflict get the best of him. After much turmoil, he's decided to do it, but since he's having trouble dealing with the prospect of doing it in person he calls Kuroko. Without waiting for him to say a greeting, he barrels into his lines.]

Hey, Tetsu. You got a minute?

[He's clearly trying to play it cool. He doesn't sound very convincing.]

[mybasketball]

[Kuroko can hear in the abrupt greeting that Aomine has something important he wants to talk about and he definitely feels the obligation to respond with the same seriousness.]

Yes, I do. What is it Aomine-kun?

[theonlyoneisme]

[Aomine really should have planned out what he wanted to say, because now that Kuroko is on the other line he's running dry on words. There's so much to say, so much ask, and he doesn't know where to begin. The pause between Kuroko speaking and Aomine finally finding something to say is pointedly long.]

Shit, you know how we went out in middle school?

[How could Kuroko forget, honestly. Aomine was both the closest to him and then the shittiest to him.]

[mybasketball]

[This very much is not where Kuroko was expecting the conversation to go when he picked up the phone. Aomine doesn't really like talking about their past if he can help it. Honestly, this is a pretty stupid question. Of course he remembers, but Aomine's tone gives him pause.]

Yes...this isn't another apology is it? I already told you I forgave you for what happened.

[bubblegumanalyst]

[It's Valentine's Day! Momoi has gotten into the habit of making all the boys some chocolates (she's learned to melt store-bought chocolate into molds, and it took her a lot of practice to not mess that up), nothing particularly special about any of them except for the color of ribbon tying the bag of them together.]

[Well...this year she's found herself in a pickle. She's been good about not crushing on any of her guy friends, but this year? Oh man. This crush on Kuroko really crawled its way out of the grave of middle school just in time to haunt her for the holiday. Despite herself, she made Kuroko an extra special bag of chocolates; she's included white chocolate dyed pink, everything is hearts, and...well, that's about all she can think to do.]

[Bag of chocolates cradled in her mitten'd hands, she waits by the old convenience store. Usually she doesn't mind distributing the local boys' chocolates in a big group, but, well...she wants this to be special. And she, of course, has Nigou's bag of dog treats she bought outright from a pet store.]

[mybasketball]

[Getting invited to meet Momoi on Valentine's Day isn't especially surprising. She always gives the boys treats on Valentine's Day and she's been getting quite good at making them herself. When Kuroko arrives at the convenience store he's definitely not expecting anything particularly special.]

Hello Momoi-san. Happy Valentine's Day.

[bubblegumanalyst]

[Momoi has been so caught up in her thoughts she especially didn't notice Kuroko approaching. She jumps when he speaks to her and she jumbles the bags in her hands, scrambling not to drop them.]

H-hi Tetsu! Happy Valentine's Day!

[She's blushing already, oh no. She extends her arms to hold out the bags of chocolates and dog treats. Maybe she should've written a love note? What was she expecting to do here???]

Here's your chocolate for this year! I made yours extra special. And I...bought Nigou's treats this year.

losing steam from three posts of all these rainbows

[handfull]

[Murasakibara really thought the feelings for Kuroko had died off, so he feels it's not fair when they come flaring back in their senior year of high school. He's still in Akita and Kuroko's all the way in Tokyo, so it's not like he can go see him whenever, so what gives? Spending their summers and seasonal breaks together doesn't seem like enough to make that happen but like, what's a guy supposed to do?]

[Well. Get ahead of anyone else who might want to ask Kuroko out. There's plenty of old and new teammates, and Murasakibara makes his phone call with a very, very clear purpose.]

Hey, Kurochin. You wanna go out?

[mybasketball]

[Kuroko isn't expecting a phone call from Murasakibara at this hour but it's always welcome. He enjoys hearing from his friend, especially since they live so far apart. Kuroko can't help but wonder if they lived closer together things between them might not be different. He picks up the phone and hears Murasakibara ask him to go out.]

Where did you have in mind?

[handfull]

[Oh goddammit. He groans into the phone.]

Jeez, not like that. I meant... [He sighs all big-like. Maybe this wasn't meant to be. It's already a lot of trouble and he's not a fan of things being any amount of trouble.] Forget it.

[mybasketball]

[Oh, something is upsetting Mursakibara.]

No, what is it?

[Did he mean...something besides hanging out together....]

[handfull]

[Another big sigh and a low, grumbling, thoughtful hum. Is this really worth it? Maybe. It might eat him up if he doesn't, plus that earlier concern that someone else will beat him to the punch.]

Fine. Remember us dating in middle school? Let's do that again.

LAST BOY LAST BOY

[emperorupright]

[Akashi hasn't told anyone about his resurgence crush on Kuroko. Reo figured it out, but he hasn't actually confronted it out loud to anyone. He considered not doing anything about it, what would the point be, but with college on the horizon he feels that this summer might be the final time he can say anything.]

[He's fairly adept at sneaking away from others, and has quietly taken Kuroko aside at the summer festival they're attending with their friends. They're in another aisle of stands and lights and sounds, and Akashi releases the small of Kuroko's back he was guiding him by.]

Kuroko, there is something I'd like to confess to you.

[mybasketball]

[Summer is coming to an end sooner rather than later and all Kuroko can think is about how he and all of his friends will soon go their separate ways. It gives a bittersweet tone to the festivities tonight. He's grateful that he, for the most part, is still able to slip into the back of the group. Akashi always catches him, though. He can never quite avoid his notice. This time it's to be directed away from their friends and to another aisle. Kuroko lets himself be guided.]

What is it?

[emperorupright]

[Akashi tucks his hands into the sleeves of his yukata--he couldn't be quite talked into wearing casual wear--and glances at a stall as they pass by. Here we go. He turns his head towards Kuroko as they walk, eyes darting from his friend to the path before them to make sure they don't collide with anyone.]

I'm concerned if this is inappropriate to say, considering our history together. You've clearly moved past it all, and I believe the others have done the same. It brings me joy and pride that we can all be together as we are now. That bond is dear to me.

[He sighs.] However, I'm afraid that's no longer what I want, no matter how hard I try to escape myself.

[He stops walking, and moves in front of Kuroko to stop him.]

Kuroko. The feelings I once had for you have returned, but I believe now I have the maturity to appreciate their complexity. It's become clear to me that my old infatuation with you has grown deeper than that. I'm in love with you, Kuroko, and I apologize for perhaps burdening you in this way.

[He's all cool but soft as hell on the surface, but inside those sleeves he's holding pretty tightly onto his arms.]

Your friendship is what I truly value most. I hope my selfishness hasn't jeopardized that.

[mybasketball]

[Kuroko's eyes follow Akashi's movements next to him, then in front of him, and he takes in the words that are being said to him. His expression softens. It's been a long time since Akashi has spoken to him this way. It's...nice.]

Not at all, I...feel the same.

[Akashi probably hasn't seen Kuroko's expression so vulnerable in quite some time.]

I didn't think you would ever have those feelings for me again.

[emperorupright]

[Akashi is so relieved. He lets out a sigh and relaxes his hands in his sleeves. His shoulders even drop a little. He nods and smiles softly at Kuroko.]

To be honest with you, I didn't ever expect to, but when it comes to you I suppose I should expect surprises.

[He's still reeling a bit from the reciprocation.]

It...means a lot to me to hear you feel the same. This isn't a basketball game, so I can't exactly predict what you'll say next. [He's making a little joke, haha]

Would you be willing to give me another chance with you?

Oren Lavellan

[ash_elvhen]

[Ab this one is specifically for you.]

a gift for me <33

[quietgardens]

[Running into people from high school is mostly unavoidable when you go out drinking in your home town. Running into your high school crush at a gay bar, though-- that's something of a different situation.]

[It's been a few years since Taashath last saw Oren, as he did both undergrad and his master's halfway across the country. He graduated last month, and he'd trailed after Pearl back to their old stomping grounds, planning to get a job closer to his family. But that really isn't the important part at the moment. Oren hasn't gotten less attractive since they were teenagers, instead going in completely the opposite direction. He holds himself differently. The last of the baby fat has faded from his face. His clothes fit better.]

[Hell, even if Oren hadn't held Taashath's attention in a vice grip from age 15 to 18, he'd have been checking him out at that bar.]

[And check him out he did. That turned into a cheerful 'I remember you!' greeting, a conversation that stretched on longer than Taashath had hoped, and then they were kissing, at the end of the bar, in the car, in the entryway to Taashath and Pearl's apartment, on the bed while Taashath divested Oren of his pants with eager hands. The sex is incredible, just tipsy enough to take the edge off the awkwardness but still plenty present to enjoy how attentive Oren is, as sweet and intense as Taashath had imagined in the shower as a teenager.]

[The cuddling afterwards is wonderful too-- Taashath is draped halfway across Oren's chest, smiling like the cat that got the cream. He gives them both plenty of time to catch their breath, then breathes a heavy, satisfied sigh.]

That was even better than I'd expected it would be.

[He tilts his head up to smile more openly at Oren, not bothered by the vague mess his hair and makeup have become.]

[ash_elvhen]

[Having a one-night stand with one of the most popular people in his graduating class wasn't really in Oren's agenda for the evening when Adora invited him to their local gay bar for a Pride event. The original plan was to let Adora dress him up, have a few drinks together, and then go home. Steps one and two went as expected, the two of them ending up at one end of the bar in matching glittered cheeks with matching pink martini glasses, until Taashath met Oren's eyes from across the room. Things escalated so quickly from there that all Oren could do was hold on for the ride.

This is not Oren's normal Saturday night. He's only ever had one even remotely similar experience in college, mostly having had sex in the context of one long-term relationship in the first couple years of undergrad. He hopes Adora will forgive him for disappearing on her but this is an opportunity he really couldn't pass up.

Oren had such a massive crush on Taashath when they were teenagers. He shined like the sun up on their school stage and in their shared classes, Oren couldn't help but be drawn in by him. It was a totally impossible prospect though. They were in completely different social spheres and they barely even spoke to each other unless they were in the same groups for in-class activities.

The crush cooled over time but the attraction never did. Now, laying in Taashath's bed, he's captivated. Taashath is still one of the most beautiful people Oren has ever seen even with his hair out of place and makeup sweating off. Oren is pretty sure the glitter that was applied to his cheeks hours ago must be all over the place, too, so he certainly can't judge.

Oren's got one hand resting solidly on Taashath's back, cradling him against his body, and one hand slowly trailing up and down the arm Taashath has draped across him. When Taashath tilts his head up towards him, Oren reaches up to wipe at a smudge of red under Taashath's mouth. He returns the smile, an amused expression on his face.]

I didn't realize you'd built up expectations so quickly. I'm glad I didn't let you down.

[quietgardens]

[Oh, Oren, don't do that, he only came like 5 minutes ago, you can't just touch his mouth like that. In the dim light of Taashath's bedroom (and they had left a lamp on, much to Taashath's enduring delight), it's easy to see how his pupils dilate.]

Ah.

[He ducks his head a little and laughs.]

Not so quickly, to be honest. I nursed a crush on you all through high school. A bit embarrassing to admit, I was very shy about it.

[ash_elvhen]

[Oren almost completely misses what Taashath is saying, too busy watching his eyes, thinking about asking if he can kiss him again, but then...]

Wait--I'm sorry, you had a crush on me???

[He sits up a little on his arms, surprised.]

Are you serious???

[Once he realizes he's knocked Taashath slightly off of his chest he readjusts himself so he can be a better pillow.]

Sorry--I just...I can't believe it.

[quietgardens]

[Well, this is going in a different direction than expected. Taashath makes a tiny noise of discontent when Oren moves, but takes the opportunity to adjust how he's snuggled up, angled more for looking at Oren than merging with his shoulder.]

Yes? Oren, when we were 15 you held an umbrella over me so I wouldn't get wet during a fire drill. It was like something out of a romantic movie, and you didn't even make a big deal out of it, like it was just something people do.

[He doesn't seem embarrassed now, somewhere between fond and genuine disbelief.]

[ash_elvhen]

[The fire drill...that was so long ago. Almost 10 years now, but Oren remembers it like it was yesterday. He remembers how nervous he was trying not to make Taashath uncomfortable by standing too close, hiding how flushed his face was from mere proximity.

Oren looks down at Taashath now, processing his expression. His voice comes out quieter than it was moments ago.]

I thought it...was just something people do....

[He covers his face with his hands.]

I can't believe this....Taashath....I had a crush on you all through high school.

these are the stupidest smart people goddammit

[quietgardens]

[Taashath is opening his mouth to say something to the tune of 'well, yes, that's something insanely sweet kissable boys do', but then Oren drops that second line and he just. Stops. His eyes go wide and he just stares for a long moment.]

You--

[Oh, his voice was up like a couple octaves there, impressive. He clears his throat, mind suddenly racing.]

You did.

[It doesn't sound like a question, more like something he's trying out and unsure of.]

That's... God. I had no idea.

they EXTREMELY ARE

[ash_elvhen]

[Oren drops his hands a little from his face so he can peek at Taashath when he goes quiet, meeting his wide eyes, then drops them to his sides again.]

Well! I was trying very hard to keep it that way at the time!

[He stares at Taashath in silence for a moment and then he can't help but laugh. It comes out in a little burst, unexpected.]

This is so... [One of his hands goes to his forehead, fingers through his curls, pushing them out of his face.] completely unbelievable.

[Oren flops back down on Taashath's pillows more fully, looking up at the ceiling.]

And now--now, almost ten years later, I'm finding out that those feelings were mutual in your bed. Is this actually happening right now??

[quietgardens]

[Taashath's chest flutters a little when Oren laughs. This whole situation feels like something out of a dream, but he's always been good in strange or high-tension situations. Oren embraces the vertical, but Taashath quietly shifts so he can sit up, hip and thigh still tucked up against Oren's side.]

Ah, well-- In the event that we aren't sharing an erotic dream sequence out of a french indie film...

[He leans forward, back into Oren's field of vision.]

Would you like to get brunch in the morning? As a date. I understand if we, ah, missed our window, but I'd had a fantastic time tonight even discounting the nostalgia.

[ash_elvhen]

[When Taashath shifts Oren finds himself distracted again at the sight of him. His eyes roaming from Taashath's eyes, mouth, down his chest, then back as he processes the question he's being asked. Another smile warms Oren's expression, this one much more affectionate than amused.

Taashath wants him to spend the night. He had a good time with him. He doesn't want it to be a one time thing. He wants to go on a date. With Oren.]

I, uh, don't really have anything to wear--[The tone is light, a little joke.]--but, yes. I'd love to go on a date with you. I should just...probably text Adora to let her know I won't be home tonight.

[quietgardens]

[Cards on the table-- Taashath laughs openly at Oren's joke about the clothes. He's feeling a little giddy.]

I'd offer to lend you some of mine, but I think they'd be a bit tight around the shoulders. You could go home to grab something, or we could make it an aesthetic choice. I doubt we'd be the only people at the diner in last night's clothes.

[He glances over to the mess of their clothes on the floor.]

Do you need help finding your phone? My roommate is already, ah, aware of where I ran off to. She practically shoved me out of our booth when I noticed you across the room.

[ash_elvhen]

[With a chuckle, Oren bends over the side of Taashath's bed and scoops up his pants. His arms are long, he doesn't even need to stretch much.]

I've got it.

[As he's digging the phone out of his pocket he keeps talking.]

I'm glad to hear that if I run into your roommate later tonight she won't be alarmed.

[When the phone comes out he notices a few messages from Adora. He swipes to open the thread and sees that he's not the only one who got lucky tonight. His eyebrows go up.]

Oh--I...guess it's a good thing I'm spending the night after all.

[He messages back that he won't be home anyway and that he expects details tomorrow after his brunch date, sets his phone down on the bedside table, and turns himself back towards Taashath.]

Okay, I'm all yours.

maaaaybe thread end??? did we do it???

[quietgardens]

[You know, Taashath WAS going to comment on the thing with the roommates. He was. It sounds like Oren's friend got laid too and honestly, good for her. He's going to have a spider-man pointing incident with Pearl in the morning and everything.]

[But then Oren dropped that last line, and now Taashath is distracted by a flurry of butterflies.]

All mine, huh?

[He laughs and rolls over so he can be on top of Oren again, smiling.]

I'd better make the most of that.