confession hcs
bayverse tmnt (aged up, dont be weird <3)
mikey
mikey has confessed his feelings for you at least twice a day since you first met. he was convinced he was in love with you from the first meeting, and it wasn’t until several days later that he realized he was so caught up in planning your entire future relationship that he didn’t actually get your name.
which, of course, just presented an excellent excuse to need to see you again. and again.
before you even realize, you have a very talkative escort to and from your apartment at night. late night walks graduate to movie nights at the lair, and before you realize it, you’re spending every weekend at the lair, watching old horror movies or carefully curated playlist of funny youtube compilations he put together just for the two of you.
you didn’t take his flirting seriously at first. mikey flirts with every person he meets as surely as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west—hell, you’ve seen him make passes at casey once or twice. you brushed it off, taking his declarations of love all in good fun.
slowly but surely, though, your feelings for him crept in, burrowing their way under your skin and stubbornly taking root in your chest. you found yourself anticipating his “come over???? :)” texts and buying him little trinkets and things you think he might like when you go shopping with your friends. the two of you have become inseparable over the past several months; the brothers claim that they never really see one without the other anymore.
tonight you and mikey are crashed out on the couch, facing each other with your legs folded over one another’s gracelessly. a bowl of popcorn balances precariously on your entangled legs, and mikey’s eyes are glued to the screen, excitement lighting up his features as he mouths the words in time with the actress on the screen. it’s the third night in a row he’s chosen terminator, and at this point you could probably quote it backwards without having to spare a glance at the screen.
you tell yourself that’s why you’re staring at him again—you’re just bored, no other reason— but you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from his face to look at the tv.
“see something you like, babe?” mikey asks cheekily, not even turning his head away from the tv. you take a piece of popcorn and throw it at him; it bounces off the side of his head before he turns back to you, mouth dropped in mock disappointment.
“aw no, wait, i wasn’t ready that time! go again,” he pleads, and you toss a few pieces high into the air. he snaps them up and raises his hands, waving to a fake cheering audience. you giggle and kick at his leg, which he easily catches, pulling you closer to him. your breath catches as he pulls you onto his lap, still giggling, and you wrap your arms around his neck without thinking.
“when are you finally gonna kiss me, ‘angelo?” the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. emotions flash across mikey’s face within a split second before his usual, wide grin spreads across his face.
“you saying you want me to, angel face?” he asks, not even trying to hide the hopefulness in his voice. you don’t even respond, glancing from his eyes to his lips, before he pulls you into a kiss.
the movie you were supposed to be watching ends at some point, but the two of you are much to busy to notice.
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if you have an f/o from a different time period, be it past or future, imagine telling them about or showing them the mundane things from your life — to your f/o, are they relics of a distant past or ideas of a far-away future? either way, they’ll listen carefully as you tell them about your version of normal, but — no matter whether they’d admit it or not, the best thing to come out of your time period to them is you.
proship/comship dni
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3:00 — lee heeseung
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boyfriend!Heeseung prided himself on being great at time management. He was always on time for vocal and dance practice and tended to be out the door and in bed at a time he found appropriate for his schedule. He gasped as he looked up at the clock on the vocal room wall, three AM. Not once had Heeseung found himself in his current predicament.
He excused himself from his instructor as he looked around for his phone, annoyed with how he had lost it in the small vocal practice room. Once he found it, Heeseung let out a disgruntled sigh as he noticed the numerous texts you had sent, asking if he would be home soon or if he wanted you to stay up.
Heeseung felt a pang of guilt hit his chest as he read what you had sent. You were probably still in your shared bedroom, waiting for him to get home so you could comfortably fall asleep, knowing he was alright. He immediately replied to your texts, asking if you were still awake and telling you it was okay to go to sleep now. Heeseung asked for his lesson to be cut short, and his instructor was more than glad to let him go after also noticing the time.
“Hey, baby. Yes, I know. I didn’t expect time to fly by so quickly! Alright, love. I’ll see you in a few.” Heeseung was a bit breathless as he quickly walked back to his dorm, trying to get back to you as fast as he could without looking like a madman.
He had been away at practice all day and was finally starting to feel the exhaustion settle in his body. He couldn’t wait to fall into bed next to you.
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