#I’m really happy and speechless about all those messages

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[tofumiarchives]

┊PASILYO┊˚✧

┊ONE SHOT┊DAZAI OSAMU X GN!READER┊

words: 1,941

unrequested

additional/warnings: ooc (?), cringe, nausea, mentions of throwing up (light), minor swearing typical Dazai suicide mentions (light), public display of affection, and uhh kising

Happy birthday to my glorious princess, y'all 🗣️‼️

Rays of sunshine outlined the furniture of the Armed Detective Agency. Dazai was at his desk, folding origami when he was supposed to be doing a report. It was one of those quieter days in the office, a rare day where there weren’t many cases to finish.

A buzz from his pocket. Dazai checked the notification, reading a message from none other than you.

|[Nickname]: sneak outside 🙏|

And they say he’s a bad influence…

———

Standing outside the building, you wait for him. It was the perfect weather, the sun decided to be warm—and not in the way where it’s painfully hot to the point that just a short walk would leave someone sweating.

“[Name]!” you easily spot the familiar caramel coat through the small crowd, Dazai happily escaping work to join you. “I got your message,” he remarked, walking until he’s right next to you.

“Happy birthday,”

A beautiful bouquet of flowers entered his field of view, forget-me-nots wrapped in a beautiful light blue. A silk white ribbon tied the thing together, a gift looking alike to the summer sky.

What’s next was a pretty sight, flushed cheeks and a surprised detective. Dazai couldn’t help but go speechless, not one to be used to affection. You almost wanted to tease him about it, but decided not to, showing a twinge of mercy upon the man.

“Hey… Earth to Osamu?” he snapped out of his daze, feeling you tug on his sleeve.

“Ah– uhm,” he makes a poor attempt to cover his embarrassing reaction, covering his face with a hand. It was fun to make him flustered, a feeling you rarely see him have. “Thank you…?”

You scoff at that dry reply, placing the bouquet on his hands before tugging his sleeve again, starting to pull him somewhere. “Come on, I’m spoiling you today, so we better start early if you wanna make the most of it.”

Dazai followed after you, letting you drag him on. It took a while, but he came back to his senses, a soft expression gracing his face at your words. “Really?” he asked, almost tauntingly as he tried to get a specific answer out from you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you answered, walking slower so that you’re side by side. “Whatever you want,” you say, looking at the pathway ahead as you barely conceal the smile on your lips.

“Whatever I want?” a cheeky grin. “Even a double suic–?”

“Anything but that,” you cut him off, turning your head just to see him laughing softly, slightly covering his face with the blue flowers.

The soft appearance of genuine happiness is a great look on your lover.

———

“Let’s try that one again!”

The sheer look of horror on your face was picture worthy. Dazai decided that the perfect way to spend his birthday was to try the roller coasters having motion sickness written all over it. “God, no.”

Sure, you did suggest going to the amusement park, but these aren’t the rides you expected to go to. Dazai was milking everything out of this opportunity, trying out every single attraction in the park but the calm ones.

How many times have you gone to the same roller coaster, now? Thrice? Four times? That drop still gets you. “How the fuck are you not even dizzy…?” you ask, sitting down on a bench to collect yourself

Dazai was laughing at your predicament, earning a glare from you. “Fine, fine, we’ll take a break from the rides,” finally some mercy on your nauseous self.

You sigh, before hunching over slowly, seeing black in the corners of your vision. “Fuck, I think I’m throwing up.” a pat on your back, but the brunet’s not very discreet giggles made it feel like it didn’t help at all.

Luckily, you didn’t start vomiting. You ended up buying him lunch despite his claims of not being hungry, making him sit down on a shaded table to eat. The park had a few food stalls around, so you two had plenty of choices to pick from.

His eyes scanned the selection of food stalls before his gaze landed on one. He perks up a little, tugging on your hand to get your attention. “Hey, let’s get takoyaki.”

You nodded, holding his hand as you went to the food stall, buying him the food he wanted before buying food for yourself. Dazai of course just had to steal your food, taking bits and bites here and there. You didn’t mind… mostly.

“... If you’re gonna end up eating my fries anyway, why didn’t you just buy some?” you ask, as he stole another bite with a shrug. You could only brush it off, wanting to get it over with so you could make most of your time here.

“Because stealing yours tastes better,” he replied, a terrible excuse. A mischievous glint can be seen shining in his brown eyes as his fingers stole another one, not even hiding it at this point now that you pointed it out.

You gave a sigh of defeat, letting him steal as much food as he desires. It was a quick snack break, before you two continued your little birthday celebration, so you just let it pass.

The sun was already shining right above you when you finally got back on your feet, fully recovered to try more attractions. His hand had found yours, as you looked for more things to try out. Dazai’s eyes found themselves following the path of the ferris wheel, the sight of it catching his eye.

Slow, scenic, peaceful—the complete opposite of the previous rides you two have gone on. A grin appeared on Dazai’s face, and he tugged on your hand, pulling you towards the entrance to the ride. “Let’s go on that one,” he says, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

You couldn't help but let out a breath of relief, seeing that he finally chose a calmer ride. The procedure to enter was short, buying a ticket, going in line, before entering the ride.

The gondola was simple, the sleek white car fitting the both of you on one side perfectly. It was slow and gentle, moving bit by bit as it got turned higher into the sky. “Much better than those adrenaline-fuelling ones, huh?” he mentioned, looking at you through his peripherals.

“Yes, actually. At least we can actually converse instead of screaming our lungs out,” you retort, turning from looking out the large windows to him, meeting his gaze with your own.

Dazai held in the laugh settling in his throat, shamelessly seeking your hand to hold again. He loved the contact. “You’re the one screaming out of fear, though,” he pointed out, pulling himself closer to you.

You roll your eyes, allowing him to be as close as he wants—as close as he needs. It took a while, but your capsule eventually reached the top of the circle, getting the highest view.

The brunet decided that you were a headrest at the moment, leaning his head on you before turning to the window on his side, slowly falling silent.

This was what you hoped you could distract him from. That faraway look was in his brown eyes as he looked at something long gone. It was another year. Another year without him, another year he'll slowly grow older than he could ever get.

Another year, and this time, he'll remember him longer than he's known him.

The view outside the windows was breathtakingly beautiful. Yokohama in clear view to both of you. From high-rising buildings to the crystal lake near the park, everything was graced with the warm afternoon light. Yet those brown eyes couldn't find the same warmth you could.

That solemn longing was a look you didn't want to see him make today. You wished his mind wouldn't have to think like this just for a day. Just for a moment. Just for now.

So, you nudge his leg with yours, earning his attention. “You wanna get crab later?” you ask when he turned to look at you, hands on his to hold. You'll distract him for as long as needed. You'll keep him away from those thoughts and bring the warmth he needed on a day he would otherwise hate.

Dazai turned around, snapping out of his train of thought at hearing your question. A smile stretched on his face, grip lightly tightening on your hand. “Of course the answer is yes,” he answered.

At least he doesn't look so solemn now. You subconsciously bring a hand up, brushing a strand of his dark brown hair behind his ear, your touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Way longer, actually.

“...touchy today, hm?” he teased, a cover up to him growing flustered under your affection. “What, can't keep your hands to yourself?”

“Don’t even start,” you reply with a threatening edge. Dazai raised his hand in surrender, keeping his silence with a cheeky smirk.

———

Crisp wind blew on your hair, you closed the door behind you in a rush. “Slow down, we just ran up a bunch of stairs–” you gasp out, out of breath as Dazai dragged you to a rooftop. The Agency building's rooftop.

The brunet only chuckled at your reaction, stopping to let you catch your breath. “Alright, alright! We're here anyway.”

You take a deep breath in, the air finally getting in your lungs properly. “We’re here early, you didn't have to– you did not have to drag me and run all the way up,” you groan, wheezing in suffering.

The sun was almost setting, hanging just above the horizon. You two wanted to catch the sunset, deciding that this is the best spot to watch as it settles down the city skyline.

Dazai held your hand, tugging you along to the edge of the building. “This would be a romantic time to die,” *he remarked, making you deadpan.

“Nuh uh,” you retorted, looking at his steps just a little more cautiously in case he decided to swan dive over the edge. “Would be a great time to watch the sunset though.”

As you said that, Dazai looked up, catching the way the skies were painted in pink and orange hues. It was an ethereal scene—one that should be painted to preserve.

You glance to the man beside you, seeing him gaze off into the sunset. It wasn't a lie that he was pretty, with how the sun outlined every feature on his face, basking him in a warm light.

“You’re staring,” he hummed, brown eyes glancing at you, already prepared to send a barrage of teases for catching you in the act.

Confessing you were was the only way out, then. You let out a scoff, the sound half a chuckle. “Yeah,” he turned to you, the sun leaving its last trails of warmth before letting the moon reign in the sky. “Happy birthday.”

Dazai smiled, a soft look on him. “Shouldn’t I get a present?” he asked, leaning towards you with a hint of what he wants. The brunet reached for your hand, pulling them to cup his cheeks.

A fleeting kiss, before another, dragging him closer to press your lips on his. You could feel how the warmth spreads to his face under your touch, feel how he smiles against each kiss.

You hear him giggle, leaning back just enough to speak, still holding his face. “More?”

“More,” he nodded, feeling giddy with each touch. Just for the moment, he felt that life was worth living. You pull him closer, resting your forehead on his.

“Whatever you want.”

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

[12-seconds-to-live]

What If?

Pairing: F1Grid2021! x reader driver!

This is the story of how neither Max Verstappen or Lewis Hamilton became F1 Champions in 2021. 

A girl did.

“What does it feel to be the villian of this season?�� “This villian is going to be a world champion”

Abu Dhabi, december 12th - 16:30

"Are you scared?” 

Tik tok, tik tok

I was able to hear the clock tickling on my motorhome. 

A breathe

The eyes of George looking at me

“No, I’m not”

Yes, you are

“You got this and If you don’t...” I sigh

“Please don’t  finish that phrase”

“Sorry, it’s just...”

“I know, there’s a lot on the plate but you know. I don’t have many options right now”

George take my hand “You’re really talented and the best option is winning and you’re making the impossible, like, in a Williams. You’re more clever that all those who want to see you fall. And for next year, did they called you?”

“Not yeat, I guess they’re waiting for the race”

“They’ll look like fools If they don’t call” We share a small laugh

“Thank you for this year, Mercedes is lucky to have you, Lewis will” He smiled

“I’ll still see you from the other side” We stand from the sofa and share a hug “Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow”

Abu Dhabi, december 12th - 17:50

"Radio check"

"Loud and clear"

"We are all with you... whatever happens at the end, you're our champion, Williams is back thanks to you and George"

"Thank you, I need to hear that"

"Formation lap in one minute"

LAP 35/58

"Gap at 0.4 behind Lewis. So let’s just…"

"Why is Verstappen pushing me off-track"

"Yeah, yeah copy we aren´t happy with that. They're investigating"

"I'm gotta go menu dash position two. Tell them that he can't have the position back"

LAP 45/58

"Hamilton 26.8, 26.8. And let us know about the tyres for a Safety Car"

"How many laps left?"

"13 when you cross the line, 13 when you cross the line. Gap to Hamilton at 13.9"

"Copy. I'm ok with a set of hards. Do we have a chance?"

"I know you do. Stay still kid"

LAP 50/58

"And we’ve seen Norris with a front-left puncture, so just be careful on the kerbs"

"So we think the problem might be just turn 15, turn 16"

"I’m off kerbs"

"Okay, copy"

"Lewis still has free air"

"The gap is seven seconds and there’ll be eight to go when you cross the line"

"Copy. Status of Lando?"

"He's out of the car and well"

LAP 58/58

I crossed the line and saw all the fireworks over the finish line. I felt different, something like never before, not like winning in Monaco or Monza. I'm a world champion, the first woman of many.

I watched the people in the crowd weaving at me. I heard the screaming over the radio and while I was slowing down I felt tears runing down my face.

"I'm absolutely speechless. YOU DID IT! Thank you, we love you. Our world champion!"

"Oh, my God yes! Yes, yes! Oh, my God! Oh my God!"

"Y/N! I TOLD YOU SO! You are the world champion, the world champion!"

"GEORGE!? This is ours! WE DID IT!

"You absolutely deserve it, kid. Even if you're not going to stay with us next year, we owe you everything! What a year working alongside you"

"They haven't called so..."

"Are you kidding? The news dropped before the race. You're going to be alongside Max next year"

"No freaking way!"

"We are so proud of you. We always will"

"Oh, my God guys. I love you so much. From my teammate, my race engineer and everyone at the factory"

"You have driven like a champion all year. You deserve that. We needed a bit of luck. You got it. You made it happen. And we love you. We absolutely fucking love you" said George and the whole screaming in the garage was getting louder

"It is unbelievable guys. Can we repeat this If you guys want me in the future?"

After the whole podium celebration with Lewis and Max, one thing was clear. Max didn't win his first championship and Lewis lost his eight. My phone was blowing with messages from social media and my family and friends. But my eyes we're locked with Anthony Hamilton chat.

I knew that Lewis wasn't ok. He hugged his dad and even I can't see his face, he cried. He remains stronger on the podium but I can't look at him in the eyes.

I walked to the Mercedes motorhome. Toto was talking to George and stand up at the moment he saw me.

"I'm sorry"

"You don't have to. You drive so well this season that all of us knew that maybe we could lose"

"Oh. Did you guys talk?"

"Yeah, a few words. We have time"

"I'm gonna see him, it's just... I don't know"

"Go, y/n"

I knock at his door and his dad pat me in the back and let us alone. Lewis was laying down in the sofa with a towel covering his face. When he heard the door closing he remove it.

"Hi" I said

"Hey" He smiled

"I'm not going to make dumb questions, just, I'm happy of how this season went. You're been in the sport longer that I've been alive and even if the feeling of losing it's here, don't let it stay. You're still eveeryone's champion, even mine"

I sit down next to him and he took my hand

"I wanted you to win, you know?"

"You what?" I..." I gasp

"Yeah, you've been so amazing. You have the hunger of a champion and now that you made it, well, you're my idol now"

"Lewis..." I felt that I was going to cry

"Don't cry, baby. Go celebrate. I'm fine, I still more seasons ahead to beat you" I smiled to him and give him a hug

"Let me know when you're in London. To spend a day with you, all right?"

"That's a promise"

He hugged me again and I leave the room. A few people of Mercede's staff were around and congratulate me. As I was walking to my car to go to the hotel, I heard a text.

A thank you from Lewis.

Yeah, he's going to be back.

And maybe in the end ... We are all superheroes.

Each of us with a tragic back story

Specific sets of attributes

Some of us fly

Some of us read minds

And maybe some of us-

Are stronger than others,

We all have potential.

I believe the only difference

Between us all is ...

Who will stand up and fight?

[mental-breaker-74]

Imagine: Satoru Gojo trying to win your affections (Satoru Gojo x y/n)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x y/n (you)

Genre: fluff, romance

Warning: few curses

- Satoru Gojo was your classmate, and the moment he saw you, he was dead set on making you his girlfriend

- he would ask you out at least once a week, and every time you would refuse

- y/n-chaaaan, why do always says ‘’no”?

- Gojo… we don’t even know each other

- que to Gojo being really confused because usually his good looks were enough for every other girl he flirted with

- but getting to know each other? well, that’s new

- but he doesn’t have objections, you are stunning and even tho he saw you as someone more on the introverted side, he knew you got some spice in you, and he would gladly have a taste of it

- you were such an interesting person

- but then you got transferred to learn and later, to work overseas

***

- after years of no contact, and not seeing each other…

- you see, your technique was unique, as it was called „SOUL GROUNDING” – you could exchange places of the soul withing the same or different bodies and ground them in the moment of death for few more minutes – how strong the technique results were, depended on how powerful the bending spirit was (working better as a suprise attack)

- but this alone made you a perfect „card” if Sukuna was to take over Yuji body (at least in the early stages of his ‘’possession”)

- the second side of your technique made you really useful when it comes to interrogation – bounding the soul to the body in the moment of death

- once he sees you again…well fuck, you were the most beautiful person even back then, but now? you were soo pretty he could cry

- number one simp for you

- and he was right, you were a devil in disguise with your unusual power and combat skills, you literary played with death

- describes you as devil’s coin – you were as deadly as sweet, two sides

- calls you sweetheart

- introduces you to kids at school as „his future wife”

- gives you tons of compliments

- aaand back to teasing (god, he loves when you blush and gets speechless) and asking you on a date

- lot’s more personal questions – as it was stated before, he wants to know you better

- gets kind of turned on when you are bossy and serious

- constant messages when you are not in his presence, even to the point when you will get his shirtless photo with annotation: ,,Does this not tempt you?”

- and this one time when you were alone, his eyes visible but focused only on you, your expressions, he asked all serious:

- Are you going to ever agree to go out with me?

You looked at him, a little surprised. Nibbled at your bottom lip and thought about how to explain it and not hurt him. He always seemed confident, but you know that part of this was fabricated.

You sighted and started with:

- Satoru…

- fuck, that was first time when you called him by the first name, and it was the sweetest torture

- Satoru… I do find you attractive but… I just… You tease me a lot and give me all this attention, you did even back when we were younger, and sometimes I enjoy this, I do because it’s really flattering and sweet of you, but… sometimes it’s too much. I don’t want to be rude, it’s amazing how much energy you have. You may don’t know or don’t notice, but… - you sighted once again. – I’m really, really tired sometimes and need space. This job is drowning me, it may also be the consequences of my technique, because I feel like even my own soul is aching… I’m just tired. I enjoy you, your humor, I know you would make me happy. Then on the other side I think we just don’t fit, and I would bore you – you looked at him with those sad, guilty eyes and regret swimming just over the surface.

- Gojo can admit and know, he can be a little too much sometimes and looking at you closely you did look tired and resigned

- I’m sorry, y/n-chan, I just want you for myself, I want your attention and your time, I just want you, all of you. I would try and…

- Satoru I don’t want you to change, I think you are fine just the way you are… We just don’t fit-

- Don’t say it again, because you are wrong, we do fit, I believe it… so if you at least have a little hope for us, if you at least find me attractive or are a little curious how we can be, then give me a chance and let me prove it, we will work on this together.

His word were genuine, full of purpose and promise, yet his eyes full of adoration

- you just had to agree

- because even if you didn’t show it, you have also fallen for him but didn’t give into the feelings believing he deserved someone better, someone who would love him fully as he is

- but loving someone isn’t always looking for ‘’ the perfect fit” sometimes it’s just being someone who is open for changes, and would put effort to make things work 

- sometimes, those imperfections are things we would simply adore with time

- so y/n let him love you, and let yourself love

[palmtreehero]

Hi!

I don’t know if you’ll even see this or if you’ll even remember what I’m about to tell you, but I want to say it anyway.

Almost a decade ago, before I even had this alias, i emailed you one day because I’d seen one of your kagepro arts on deviantart. I loved it so much that I wanted a copy of it for myself, and I asked you in that email if I could have your permission to print a copy.

I was very surprised and elated when you said yes. Perhaps it was more than you actually envisioned me doing or wanted me to do, but I downloaded it onto a flash drive and went to the local Walgreens where, for the price of a 6x6 photo, I printed a copy on photo stock and put it on the wall in my house.

When I moved, all of my fanart had to come down and many of it could not be put back up in my new, smaller place, so I had to be very selective, based on my interests at the time, with what I could display.

In the wake of Kagepro Day, however, one of my good friends has fallen deep into kagepro and has dragged me back into the fandom with them. In short order, I pulled out the stack of unposted fanart and found, to my joy, that very same print still in there.

On the back I had written your socials so that I would remember who the talented and kind artist was, and the information I wrote down all those years ago has led me here today.

All I wanted to tell you is, nearly 10 years later, I still think very fondly of you and that I get to see your artwork daily once more.

I just want to say I'm so stunned?? I can't believe I missed this, I've been away from tumblr for a really long time but I'm so glad I decided to look at my messages now and ?? ?? I'm so speechless and just so incredibly happy…!!!!! This message means so much to me. You have no idea how much you have made my day.

I can't articulate into words how meaningful it is that something I had made over a decade ago could still be valued by someone. Thank you for taking care of my art, and for taking the time to make a note and remember me. I think so many artists out there get discouraged because we're treated as just some content-making machine and so many of us are being erased by such things now that generative AI is so prevalent… but I don't think this kind of connection could ever be replicated by something as soulless as that.

Thank you so much for sending me this message. I still can't believe I didn't see this until now. I apologize for taking so long to get back to you and I'm very honored that my art is being displayed so thoughtfully in your home ;v;

[mykoreanlove]

DOPAMINE.

“Do you honestly believe this is love?”

“What?”

Hyunjin stared at you frantically.

“Do you” - he paused before emphasizing every word – “do you believe that this is love?”

His eyes were widened in rage, pupils dilated, breath held in cautiously. He watched you like prey, ready to attack any minute.

“What are you talking about? Of course, this is love. I love you Jinnie.”

“No. You don’t. You love what I do for you, that’s different.”

His tone cold as ice by now. You looked at him skeptically.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you don’t love me but use me. Has it ever occurred to you that I’m your personal drug dealer?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. You were used to his dramatic antics by now but judging by his tone of voice and stone-cold expression you were getting insecure where this was headed.

“My drug dealer? Enlighten me Hwang.”

“This between us is not a real connection. You use me to fill that giant void within yourself. I didn’t realize it at first but now I do. Hearing from me, worshiping you, loving you - that gets you off right?”

You were at a loss for words. Since you couldn’t get out a word you just looked at him, hoping that you would understand him better. Right in front of you wasn’t the guy you fell in love with, the one you spent the last couple of weeks laughing, kissing and goofing around with. Instead, there was a spiteful, raging guy who accused you of using him. You felt betrayed. You felt your face flood with anger, wanting to hurt him right back.

“You are so full of shit, honestly!”

“No, I’m not, I’m right. You use me for validation. You use me so you can feel good and desired and loved because you can’t feel like that on your own. You use me but don’t love me - it’s all about what I can do for you. Do you know how that makes me feel?”

For the first time you noticed the sad expression in his eyes. He left you speechless. Was he right? It was true that you felt very unfulfilled without him and got way happier ever since you met him. But was that wrong? One dreamy message could make your whole day, whereas no message would leave you ruined, crying all night fearing the worst. Was he right? Was this about you using him? Were your feelings fake? Did you even know what love was?

“Y/N, I can’t keep doing this. I can’t be responsible for your mood; I can’t be the one controlling your happiness. It's like you're my emotional slave, that's sick! Don’t you get that?”

You opened your mouth but failed to speak. Your mind was racing, preoccupied with too many questions.

“I like you; I really do. My feelings for you were genuine but feeling your clinginess, your desperation and need for me is the biggest turn off ever. I’m disgusted with your behavior.” He really meant it; it was written all over his face. He despised you. Tears started to form at the corner of your eyes.

“You never saw me for who I was, instead you turned me into some kind of god that you could worship. But listen, Y/N, I’ not some deity that you pray for – I am a man. A human being with flaws and needs that you didn’t care about because it’s all about your ego!”

Hyunjin basically spat out those last words, the hurt in his voice screamed at you.

“I”.. your voice broke at the attempt of speaking.. “I had no idea you felt that way.”

He observed you for a long time. You sunk your head as you couldn’t stand his piercing gaze on you. What used to elicit butterflies in your stomach turned into a graveyard for broken hearts.

“I really hope that you can heal.”

“What?”

You looked up from your lap, panic rushing through your veins. 

“I can do that; I can do that with you. You don’t have to leave me, Hyunjin please. We can work this out.”

You begged him to stay. Your teary eyes trying to convince him to give you another chance.

 “No, we can’t. But I hope you will find a way.” He turned his back on you.

“Hyunjin, no. I can get better. I can be better. Please, please don’t leave me!”

Your shaky hands grabbed his arm hoping he’d stay. He freed himself out of your tight grasp and looked at you with disgust. You felt him loathing you in every bone of your body.

“I hope you’re content with yourself. Since you made me your idol” .. he paused and looked at you one last time before turning around and leaving for good .. “I’ll have to leave you like a fan.”

[mommyownsmee]

Hi there! I just stumbled across your answer and I have to thank you again. Im not sure if there’s enough thank yous in the world that I could say to you. Thank you so much for seeing me as person with a racing thoughts in my head that is trying to take responsibility and not just as a mess walking around and ruining everything.

If I’ll be honest I never had talk such as this with someone. I was always to have this talk with my girls because I was too scared of hurting them. So I always bottled it up but that never ends up good. And it always ended up with me having bigger mess in my head than I already did.

As I was sitting in my therapy we found out that the sex life will be more difficult than we thought. And relationships too because I build way too much walls around me. But I feel like it’s important to mention that I’m not heartless Monstrum or someone who doesn’t give flowers or who is scared to give love. I have a huge issues with receiving it.

Because, I have a first answer for my question.

I figured out that Im switch4switch and verse4verse. I need to do everything and I need to be everything. Fucked from behind and have my holes fucked that the dildo comes through my mouth (a joke) and I need to fuck my partner like a rabbit in heat. I need to be a mommy and fuck my partner and I need my partner fuck me senseless while I’m called a good girl as I sob. I need to be in a top and I need to be on the bottom. I need to receive what I give. I need to dom and I need to be dommed and I need to sub and I need a sub all in one.

And I need it outside of sexual life too. I need to follow them around like a lost bunny in my cute dress and then the next day I’ll take the lead.

The question of my physical attraction was actually never a question for me. I don’t care if you are femme, fem, masc, butch, or don’t have any style or do them all. At the end of the day I need switch and verse.

But I always met with girls who through the relationship found out that they’re pillow princess or only subs (which good for them) and since that I have a huge issue with receiving. I been reassured many times that it wasn’t because I’m ugly or bad but because I made them feel safe enough to come out of the shell. Which I’m happy for them but now my mind is unfortunately telling me something else.

And I thought that I can be with sub and pillow princess and just ignore my sub side and bottle it up but unfortunately I really can’t.

But the answer for my first question leads me only to more questions. Because will I even like sex? I had one crush and I still do on a girl I saw only four times and the last time I saw her in December 2023! I don’t get my pussy wet from others and I don’t feel my heart skip a beat when I look at other girls/ lesbians. I know I’m definitely on the asexual spectrum but that only leads to, again, I do have a huge problem with receiving but I do very much know I want to receive.

Im so happy and glad I could talk to you about this because I swear to god that you’re only one of those blog that doesn’t have sex only on their brain. And it’s just so nice and refreshing to read. Thank you so much for who you’re and for the way you talk with others.

A beautiful mix? Well… from me being switch and verse and presenting both feminine and masculine… you’re kinda right. (Not sure if beautiful). When I was a kid I was listening way too much to “Best of the both worlds” apparently 😭

Aaah this is way too long now. I’ll short it. I would get Reddit but idk how to use it and it looks scary. I started a new sport and that’s swimming and I’m very good at it. My mental health god worse (but that will be better, fr I know it). I’ll continue letting it unfold naturally cuz due to that I was able to get an answer.

Sending so much love back and thank you so much for everything and mostly for understanding and being able to hear all of my bullshit and see me through them.

Hey there sweetheart, 𝒙𝒙

Your message left me speechless. I can feel the weight of everything you’ve been carrying, and I’m truly honored that you—again—felt comfortable enough to share more of it with me.

First, let me tell you that you are so much more than just a “mess walking around ruining everything.” What I see in your words is someone who’s incredibly introspective, someone who’s actively working through complex feelings and experiences to try to make sense of it all. That kind of work takes strength, and I see that strength in you. You’re not just someone with “racing thoughts,” you’re someone who’s aware of your thoughts, who’s questioning and exploring them instead of letting them define you. That’s not something a “mess” does—that’s what someone strong and deeply human does.

It must be incredibly hard not to have had these kinds of conversations with your friends and partners, especially out of fear of hurting them. That’s a heavy burden to bear on your own. Bottling up feelings may feel like a way to protect others, but I know from what you’ve shared that it’s been more harmful to you in the long run. You’re carrying so much internally, and it’s understandable that it feels overwhelming. The fact that you’re now able to articulate what’s going on in your head—about sex, relationships, and even your struggles with receiving love—shows that you’ve been doing a lot of deep thinking. That’s not easy, but it’s such an important step toward understanding yourself better.

When you mentioned that therapy uncovered how difficult things like sex and relationships might be for you, especially with the walls you’ve built, I felt that. It’s not easy to break down those barriers when they’ve been your safety net for so long. But you really are not a “heartless monster.” In fact, the way you talk about wanting to love and be loved is the opposite of that. You’re not afraid of love; you’re just someone who needs it to be reciprocal, balanced, and meaningful. The issue isn’t that you’re incapable of love—it’s that you’ve struggled with receiving it in the ways that feel safe and right for you.

Your description of what you need, both sexually and emotionally, is so detailed and layered. The fact that you’ve figured out you’re switch4switch and verse4verse is such a powerful realization. I think a lot of people don’t fully grasp how important it is to feel both sides of the dynamic in relationships. You’re not just looking for someone to be one thing—you need them to meet you in all the spaces you occupy, whether that’s being dominant or submissive, top or bottom, taking charge or following along. And it’s okay to need all of those things. It’s okay to want to be the one who’s following someone like a “lost bunny” one day and then taking the lead the next. You don’t have to fit into just one box or role—your needs are dynamic, and that’s a beautiful thing.

I can see how frustrating it must have been to be with people who realized over time that they were only subs or pillow princesses, leaving your needs unmet. It’s great that they felt safe enough with you to figure that out, but I completely understand how that could leave you feeling like you were left hanging, without getting the fulfillment you need. It makes sense that this would build up a fear of receiving. You’ve been reassured that it’s not about you being “ugly or bad,” and while that’s comforting, it doesn’t make the hurt go away. When people leave you feeling like your needs aren’t important or that they can’t be met, it can definitely make you question yourself. But please know this: it’s not because you’re asking too much. What you’re asking for—a partner who can match your energy in all its forms, someone who can give and take in equal measure—is entirely valid.

The fact that this realization has led to even more questions is so understandable. I think it’s so natural to wonder, will I even like sex? when there’s so much complexity to it for you? The idea of not feeling that instant attraction or physical desire except for this one girl you’ve had a crush on makes sense too, especially if you’re on the asexual spectrum. You can know you want to receive and still have a complicated relationship with how to get there, especially when you’ve been met with so many barriers in the past. There’s nothing wrong with that—it just means you’re still learning about yourself and figuring out what really works for you. The fact that you’re questioning all of this shows how deeply you’re trying to understand who you are and what you need, and that’s something to be proud of.

I’m genuinely moved by your kind words about me not being one of those blogs with “sex on the brain.” I try really hard to meet people where they are, and it’s so important to me that you felt seen and understood. The way you described yourself as a “beautiful mix” of feminine and masculine, of switch and verse, is honestly such a wonderful way to describe the complexity of who you are. It reminds me that none of us fit neatly into one category, and it’s okay to embody both sides of yourself. Whether it’s being “beautiful” in the traditional sense or not, I think there’s something inherently beautiful about being able to balance and embrace those different aspects of yourself. And hey, I’d say listening to “Best of Both Worlds” as a kid probably helped you understand that balance early on!

Lastly, I’m really proud of you for starting swimming—it sounds like a great way to take care of yourself, especially while navigating everything else in your life. Mental health can be a rollercoaster, and I know you’ve mentioned it’s gotten worse lately, but I’m glad to hear you’re confident it will get better. I believe it will too. You’ve been through so much already, and the fact that you’re still here, still questioning, still growing—it’s proof that you’ve got the strength to come through this.

You’re not alone in any of this. I’m here, and I see you for who you really are: someone full of depth, love, and desire for connection, who’s just trying to find the right balance in all the complexity. You’re worthy of finding that balance, of being with someone who gets you, and of receiving love in all the ways that feel right to you.

Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with me, and know that I’m sending so much love and understanding your way.

Take care of yourself, and don’t ever stop being the beautifully complex person that you are. ♡

[astronomicalcandy]

Kimetsu no Yaiba Stage Play Act 4: Entertainment District Infiltration report

10 December 2023, 18:00 show, Tokyo Dome City Hall

Went on a getaway to Japan right after internship ended and watched kny stage play bcus it’s my current fixation (especially Tengen 😭)

The report will mostly be comments on the actors’ singing and acting because I assume everyone has watched entertainment district arc but I’ll just write whatever is fitting with the event

Report with pictures of what I could get (not much) under cut

1. Arrived at Tokyo Dome City Hall from Roppongi after lunch with friend and went to the Tokyo Revengers Last Line exhibition at Roppongi Mori Tower around 4:30 pm bcus the show I bought starts at 6 pm and queue opens at 5. I arrived early to exchange my online ticket with a physical one (this is required and was mentioned early in the website upon purchasing the ticket)

2. Lined up and redeemed my ticket. Went inside to find my area seat written in the ticket (balcony 1, row 7, seat 79) and at this point I was conflicted if I should buy merch first or just wait until the end 😭😭😭😭😭 I‘ve never been to this place before so I went to look for my seat first. They don’t let you in until 15 minutes before show starts so we had to wait at the lobby

3. While waiting for the show to start, I gave out my muscle mice stickers that I just cut and wrote a small message at the back last night to the people that sat beside me. A seat to my left were two lovely couple from Canada. They reached out to me on Instagram a couple of days after the show 💕 and a seat to my right were two friends that went to see the show together. They were lovely as well 💜 I’m so happy that people seem to like the stickers

4. Before the show starts, they let us take pictures but not videos of the stage. It’s super pretty!!!

I love that they decided the ensembles to come out, walk around and interact with each other. Like a real entertainment district

5. The show starts with an opening number from all of the casts. The story starts from when Tengen captured Aoi and another butterfly mansion helper to help him with his mission. That scene was showed through a screen. THEN BAM TENGEN MY BELOVED?!!!??! he’s so… he really is flashy in real life I fr couldn’t take my eyes off him 😭😭😭😭 OK SEE u know Tengen’s headband right? When the spotlight hits, it shines and dazzles a lot I’m so. IDK LIKE IM SPEECHLESS I GUESS never thought it would look that way (ITS PRETY) he also runs with his arms behind he’s so cute 😭💙 stage play Tengen ponytail is longer than manga/anime and that made him look cute too… (u can tell that I just looked at him whenever he’s on stage HAHAAH)

6. Sending off the Kamaboko team to work! Tengen in his yukata… pretty… the wig he wore for both uniform and yukata is really soft??? Like when he runs, his hair bounces ☁️ anyway, Kamaboko team so funny I love them sm 😭🫶 everyone clapped to Zenitsu shamisen rush play! That was fun hehe

7. Muzan comes in to see Daki. The song that the actor sang was pretty catchy and his voice is sooooo so GOOD!!!!!! Genuinely speechless. The scene where okami confronts Daki was so cool. Yknow that Daki flew above and dropped her from a height right? They used the screen to show that she was in the sky and when she dropped okami, the background showed those rush lines when she falls. I think it’s a creative way to show that! This also was done similarly when Inosuke went chasing Daki’s obi after it captured Makio in her room. Inosuke was actually running in the same spot but facing different directions along with the background. Making it look like he’s running chasing the obi in the walls

8. Ooohhhh the scene where Tengen came from behind the owner asking him about Warabi Hime’s whereabouts was so 👁️🫦👁️ then moved to when Inosuke calling the muscle mice to bring his nichirin. THE MUSCLE MICE REAL AND THEY TALK HAHAGAHSJJF yea they had 2 ensembles in black with muscle mice on their hands on the floor bringing Inosuke’s nichirin 😭😭😭😭 IT WAS SO CUTE?!!?! The song Koinatsu sang when Tanjiro is leaving the brothel was really nice ;;; bittersweet bcus she’s also leaving for someone that is willing to marry her but she’s also worried for the people she’s leaving behind the brothel 😔

9. The scene when Tengen found Hinatsuru ill and gave her an antidote… god I wish that were me… it might be just me liking the character too much but it somehow feels different in stage play than when ure reading the manga/watching the anime. Moved to Inosuke getting underground finding the obi’s nest of victims. The obi with people inside were shown through the screen. Inosuke spins while waving his swords around to cut and free the victims. There were ensembles in black moving the obi around. Very pretty! Like those gymnasts with ribbons!!! THE SCEEEENEEEEEE THE SCENE WHEN TENGEN COMES AND MET UP WITH SUMA AND MAKIO AAWHWHABWJEJFN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶 god I wish that were me!!!! (2) Tengen patting their heads was the cutest 😭💕

10. The fight scenes for a stage play were executed very well by using extra ensembles and the screen at the back. So, Tanjiro fighting Daki. Nezuko woke up and fought her. She beat Daki up and went berserk. Tanjiro sang a lullaby to calm her down and there they were, the mom with little Nezuko at the back as demon Nezuko reminiscence the past. Tanjiro actor’s singing is so good… I could listen to him sing all day 😳

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The show then entered 20 minutes break and continued with the second half. I took the chance to buy merch at this time lol

Only able to get Tengen pin and the others were mostly dupes of Inosuke, Daki and Obanai… planning to sell them soon 😭

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11. Gyuutaro appeared from Daki’s back. I love the Shabana sibling actors so so much??? 😭😭😭 they were soooo good acting as the demons!!! I couldn’t get enough. Honestly when Gyuutaro uses his sickles, it kinda look like crab waving its claws… 😭 one of Gyuutaro’s moves was his spinning blood move right? The ensembles in black come out with props spinning it around like those spinning blood move. It was so cool I was so amazed by that lmao Gyuutaro’s singing was top notch 👌👌👌 my absolute fav

12. Y’all… the scene when Hinatsuru came to shoot her kunais at Gyuutaro and everything went slo-mo, they really went slo-mo 😭 when Gyuutaro grabbed Hina by the face… that stirred something in me ngl at that moment came the flashback to when Tengen tells his wives to value their lives first then him, that song was cute. I felt the impact more during stage play. He really loves his wives equally and very much 💙💜🧡 Tengen’s siblings also appeared on stage during the flashback. Definitely didn’t expect that at all! It was very nice

13. Moving on to Kamaboko vs Daki. They made it into a number and while Inosuke was singing, Daki was at the back dancing 💃 I swear I love her so much. They made the stage play so funny and entertaining 😭👏 when Inosuke successfully cut Daki’s head, they had her actor wrapped in black cloth and Inosuke was holding it instead of just a dummy head. Inosuke then said we’re gonna run far now to Daki which wasn’t in the original and he said that so that Daki actor would be ready to run. Everyone in the hall laughed at that 😭😭😭😭😭😭

14. I can’t quite remember well the fight scenes but Tengen still had his left eye and arm fighting Gyuutaro until the end lol the fight with Gyuutaro and Daki until both of their heads were cut off were intense 🫨 lots of flashing lights and stuff were everywhere. It was cool

15. The Shabana siblings’ laid under rubble to hide their bodies so that only their heads could be seen. Gyuutaro’s past was so heart wrenching to watch. Demon Gyuutaro was even there to see his kid self being bullied and abused, demon Gyuutaro tried to stop those people away but he was just looking at his memory so the rocks still hits his kid self AND GOD THAT WAS SO PAINFUL TO WATCH. He hugged his kid self aa… demon Gyuutaro was also there to see his sister being burnt alive… AGAIN… 😭 I can’t get those scenes out of my head. It was so good, I cried along with everyone else ;;;; the part where kid Gyuutaro tried to call for help for his sister, demon Gyuutaro joined in the line and that made me welled up so badly 😭😭😭😭😭

16. In manga/anime, Daki changed to her kid self but in stage play, she was in her demon form when she begged to her brother to let her follow him. Gyuutaro carried Daki on his back to hell :( they finally cut off Tengen’s hand during the aftermath 😭😭😭 Suma actor was so cute when she yelled at Nezuko for burning her husband alive LMAOAOAAO

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Show ended, everyone clapped for the casts and ensembles. Standing ovation and the casts came out for a short comment. The time slot that I went to was the last day and last show

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My thoughts/comments

Everyone acted in character and tried to be as close as possible to source. It was such an amazing experience 😭👏 this was actually my first time went to see a stage play so I didn’t have any expectations at all.

If you guys like a series and have the chance to go for their stage play, please go!!

I was genuinely 50/50 at first bcus I know I did this for my stupidly big fixation on Tengen. My friend who’s studying there really liked BSD watched the stage play live online and she really recommended me to go for it. I’m glad I went to watch it honestly 😭

[amourcheol]

before i reblog, i want to give you ALL the flowers in the world. i just finished reading the monster of a fic called the great war and YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN. there are no words that can amount to how much i adore this fic. i love lengthy word counts done right (god knows how much long fics i got excited over before them being disappointing or boring as a reader) and i, most importantly, love enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, historical aus done right !!

lets get this out of the way first GRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK SNARK GRERR RAHH HOWL BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF GENERAL SEUNGCHEOL VICTOR OF VENICE I NEED ABYSMALLY.

okay. now that i can safely get that out of my system, LOVE LOVE LOVEEE everything about this fic. theres something so sweet abt men being written unrealistically (aka respectful and honorable whattt??? out of this world tbh) im joking ,, but i did absolutely love how you made cheol so strongly standing for his wife. the slow burn that really did the tag justice (it BURNT), the ENEMIES TO LOVERS DONE RIGHT!?! LIKE YESSS !!! they actually did want to kill each other and the yelling and arguing leading up to the first kissing scene CHEFS KISS like that's literally the epitome of writing, like is it really an e2l if there isn't a intensely written argument before the first sign of intimacy!?!?

throughout reading this story, all i could think abt was how could i ever put into the words the justice you served. allowing reader to be a strong character yet so eloquently bringing to light the struggles she would still face from just being a woman, to seungcheol using his power to stand FOR her. an honorary mention of the "Careful." he would reply to the Councillor after the panicking scene from the Florence mention INCREDIBLE!! it gave everything and more!! the character development from both sides, venus and mars foreshadowing, the subtleties that only slow burn could provide. i genuinely wish i could give a way better review than this but unfortunately im still speechless due to how beautiful this story was so just pls take this dreary review and understand that im so so in love and i adore you so much for the amount of work you put out into this, from the visuals and the descriptions, the perfect build up, the amazing writing of e2l and reflections– just EVERYTHING. you created a masterpiece <3

brb literally pulling my hair out till I got scraps left .

IMNSORRY ):£3!3!3 IM GONAN SVREAM SHIT CRY ?:£3!3!3 THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER ):&:!3! 😭😭😭😭😭 First of all UR SO RIGHT … I never find huge fics anywhere and if I do they’re just …: YAWN ‼️‼️ I’m so glad u love those tropes they’re my BIGGEST guilty pleasures 😭 tho I can’t even lie I don’t feel guilty at ALL for historical! Aus

FUCKCJFKDDJD STOP I SVREAMED can u tell that cheol as a military general haunts me at night … I fear I am able to write another 40k for him ..: but ur so right tho my biggest biggest swoon moments come from men dying and sacrificing themselves for their lovers and I just !!! Seungcheol would absolutely die for his wife and this information jumps me in my sleep paralysis FR .. I’m so so happy u agree w me about the hatred I NEED HATRED FOR E2L OR ITS NOT E2L !! and PLS another guilty pleasure is screaming in each others faces before eating each other up … i will not be held accountable …

STOP I COULD CRY ??? thank u for appreciating the little bits of the fic 😭😭💖 that scene was incredibly hard to write and I’m glad people like it so much !! PLEASE DONT WVEN APOLOGISE ??? This is more than I could ever ask for you are truly so kind 😞💖💖 thank you for taking the time to read and send this unbelievably sweet message may or may not be thinking about this for the next 700 business days 😍😍💖

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter! I hope you're doing well. This is a fun, little piece.

Embarrassed

“You’re in a very good mood today, maman,” Laurence says, knowing the reason for her mom’s permanent smile and upbeat attitude. 

Emmanuel is due back from his 3-day trip in less than 6 hours. The math has already been calculated. If there are no delays, he’ll be walking through the front door at 8:30 PM. And hopefully not a minute later. 

“I’m always in a good mood,” Brigitte points out, trying to cover her giggle.

“I know, but you’re extra giddy this afternoon. There's nothing to be ashamed about. I know how much you’ve missed Manu,” Laurence playfully nudges her mom as the two of them finish setting the dining room table for lunch. 

“And based on the number of times your phone has gone off, I would say he misses you too,” she added before pouring the pink lemonade into 12 small cups. 

As the family sits down for their meal, the constant beeping from someone’s phone causes everyone to look at each other accusingly. 

“Whose phone is that? It’s very annoying,” Sebastien asks, looking at his children to make sure their electronic devices are turned off and away from the table. 

After everyone pulls out their phones to prove their innocence, Brigitte blushes, “It must be mine. I left it on the counter.” 

“Maman, I’ll grab it for you. We all know Manu is going to call if you don’t respond to his 10 text messages,” Tiphaine laughs while rising from her chair. She quickly dashes off to the kitchen where Brigitte’s phone is still beeping. Again. And Again. 

“Could you please tell him we’re eating?” Brigitte shouts from the dining room. “Just explain that it’s you replying and not me,” 

“Yeah, sure! What’s your 4-digit passcode?” 

“2007.” She blushes, realizing she’ll have to change her passcode now that all her kids and grandkids know it. 

“Oh, my God!!! No!!!! NO!!!!” Everyone stops eating when they hear Tiphaine yell from the kitchen, followed closely by a long and stretched-out, “Ewwwwww!” 

Brigitte bolts from her chair, “What’s wrong?”

Tiphaine hands the phone over to her mother, speechless and embarrassed at what she just witnessed…read…discovered about her parent’s relationship (and sex life).  

“I’m sorry, Tiphaine.” Brigitte apologizes to her daughter as she scrolls through her phone, reading every word her husband sent. She allows Tiphaine to go back into the dining room while she types a quick message to Emmanuel: Our youngest read everything. 

“It’s ok, Maman,” she says softly, trying her hardest to forget everything.  

“So, how bad was it?” Laurence asks her sister. "Without going into details, please."

“There were no pictures - thank God. But the texts were dirty. I had no idea Manu spoke like that,” Tiphaine shudders at the thought. “He seems so prim and proper.” 

“You think you know someone,” Sebastien jokes, listening to his two sisters, secretly relieved that it wasn’t he who saw the messages. 

Tiphaine waves her arms in the air, “I am scarred for life.” 

Brigitte enters the room, apologizing profusely to her daughter. “I told Emmanuel that you saw the messages and now he’s embarrassed to face you.” 

“Well, he should be…” 

“Sweetie, you know we love each other, so those messages shouldn’t be a complete surprise,” Brigitte whispers, happy that all the grandchildren are busy eating and not listening to the adults. 

“I know you love each other, I just didn’t need all the filthy proof,” Tiphaine blushes, knowing exactly what her stepfather is going to do to her mother tonight. Something about burying his face between her thighs and... No! She can't think about it anymore. “I will say this, he’s a very descriptive writer. He’ll have a successful writing career once his presidency is over.” 

“You really think so?” Brigitte grinned, happy at the compliment. 

“Definitely… The smut community will love him,”

“Tiphaine!!!!!” 

Helloo Winter! ❤️

Manu, the smut writer. He should definitely come to us 😂

The second Brigitte told Tiphaine the code, my mind “🚨”, I could smell something was going to happen hahaha Tiphaine was left traumatized 😅

2007... reference noted 😛

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[drakendaydreams]

Dirty December Day 24 || {11:04am}

Friends With Benefits || {NSFW} x fem!Reader

A/N: Day twenty-four has come upon us and we're gonna have a grand old booty call with Draken. 😌 If you want to be added to the taglist for Dirty December send me an ask or a DM. Age must be in bio or easily found to be added.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, offensive language (swearing), degradation, dirty talk, friends with benefits, booty call, fingering, pussy slapping, daddy kink, minors dni

Character: Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Word Count: 1.8k

Dirty December Masterlist

You picked up your phone and stared at the screen, the text message that sat upon it was from exactly who you had thought it would have been. Draken. Your arrangement? When one of the two of you needed a little release you’d be there for each other, and now was clearly one of those times for him.

You opened the message and chuckled. He had just been here yesterday and he was already coming back for more?

Draken 😘🚬 12:09 am

Hey, you up? Can I come over? I’ve been staring at the ceiling for two hours.

12:10 am

I’m up. Get over here quick before I fall asleep.

You placed your phone back down on your nightstand and grabbed the television remote, curling into the blankets around you. Draken had a key, if you had managed to fall asleep he’d just let himself in. You turned on your favorite movie and yawned, trying desperately to keep your eyes open. All you had to do was make it until he got here, you could manage that, right?

About halfway through the movie, you heard your front door open, the familiar sound of his combat boots on the hardwood making their way toward your room. You took the proper precaution just in case, grabbing onto the knife that you kept under your pillow and clutching the handle.

The door handle of your bedroom turned and as the door opened you saw the easily recognizable dragon tattoo on the side of his head through the small nightlights in the hallway. Your hand relaxed and let go of the knife, clutching onto the blanket over you. Draken grabbed the top of the doorframe and leaned on it, his shirt pulling up to expose his v line for you. You were nearly drooling at just the sight of it. The way his t-shirt pull up perfectly over it, the way his abs seemed to glisten in the small bit of moonlight that was coming through your window. Had Draken always been this majestic?

He tilted his head back and grinned, letting his hands fall from the doorframe. “I know that look Y/n, I’ve seen you wear that same look a thousand times.” Draken watched your face as he moved toward you, smiling as he noticed you swallowing hard. This was what he liked, this was what he absolutely loved to see on you, you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. “You like what you see? I made sure to work a little extra at the shop today just for you.”

You felt the mattress move as he climbed onto it, his shirt easily peeled over his head and tossed to the side. There he was, in all his glory, just for you to see. You could barely think straight as you felt his hands press into the mattress on either side of you. He was really coming for you, his hands were right there. Even after all this time of sleeping together, you were still trying to figure out why Ken Ryuguji had chosen you. His hands slid underneath your t-shirt and up your sides, the winter air outside had left them slightly chilled as you shivered under his touch. He chuckled at you, happy with himself and how you squirmed under his calloused hands.

Draken’s leaned down, wasting no time as he pressed his lips to your neck, your head instinctively moving to the side to give him a better angle. “Look at you pretty girl, just speechless for me. I like that. Means I’m doing exactly what I need to do here.”

You whined as his hand slid back down your side, grabbing the outside of your thigh tightly before sliding toward your core. “D-Draken… please.”

You had been thinking about messaging him all day, but you hadn’t wanted to sound needy since you had just seen each other the day before, but clearly, Draken hadn’t cared about that. He had just as much vigor today as he did with you yesterday. The times that he got to be at your house were some of his favorite times, the way you always needed him made him ecstatic. Draken grabbed the sides of your legs and pulled you toward him, pushing his hips into yours. His cock twitched against his pants as he felt just how warm it was between your legs, knowing that once he got those thick fingers of his between those legs you would be absolutely soaked. “Mmmm,” he leaned down and gripped your neck, closing his hand softly. “Just look at you, you’re falling apart and I’ve barely even touched you. Pitiful.” He put his hand between your legs and slapped your pussy gently. “Someone’s so desperate for me and it hasn’t even been that long since I left here last. Barely even twenty-four hours and you’re this needy?”

You pushed your hips toward him at the smack to your core, reaching for his arms, just wanting him to touch you again. Draken’s hand slid between your legs, pushing his fingers into your core with ease as he used your pooling slick as a lubricant. Your back arched as he plunged them into your core repeatedly, his digits curling against your silky walls as he leaned down toward you. “Such a good girl for me, giving daddy the perfect angle so that he can make his pretty little baby cry with pleasure. Sing for me, doll. I wanna hear it loud and clear.”

As if he had willed it, your mouth opened and your moans poured out, his fingers fucking in and out of you with a vigorous pace as he pushed you closer and closer to your high. It had never taken him much to get you to the edge, he knew your body better than anyone else at this point. You grabbed the bedsheet, balling it up in your fists as you felt yourself about to come undone, his praises fueling you as you bucked your hips to try to get his fingers deeper into your core.

“Look at you, doing exactly as daddy tells you to. And you’re even waiting to hear those words from me, aren’t you.” He hummed happily and put a commanding tone on for you, knowing that you loved it every time. “Now I wanna see you cum for me. Do it, darling. Go ahead and coat my fingers with it.”

With his permission given you finally let go of the bedsheet, letting yourself come undone under his movements. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as you arched your back again, his devious chuckle echoing through the room. His fingers continued to pump, he was determined to get you as far as he could, his free hand pulling the sides of his sweatpants down. “You’re not done just yet, darling. Not at all.”

Draken grasped his length and stroked, smirking at you as he pulled his fingers from between your legs. He raised his hand up for you to see, your slick glistening on the ends as he moved it toward your mouth. You whined as he got closer, the sight of him stroking himself making your loins ache all over again. “Draken… please. I can’t-” Draken cut you off, gripping the sides of your chin in his hand. “You’ve got a little bit of a mess to clean off before you get any more.” Your mouth opened as he tightened his grip, his fingers sliding in as you cleaned them for him. “That’s better. That’s what daddy likes to see.”

His hands grasped his length again as he leaned down and lined himself up with your entrance. One thrust had your legs quivering around him, your cunt trying fiercely to adjust to his size as he pounded his hips against yours. His hand shot up and grabbed onto the headboard, using it as leverage to get as far into your greedy cunt as he could. He grunted loudly as he felt your hands wrap around his back. “F-fuck, doll. Gonna destroy this pretty little pussy. Won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

You whimpered at his words, your nails dragging down his back, leaving welts in their wake as you clutched onto him like he would disappear if you let go. Draken’s thrusts were quick and rough, every little movement sending you toward the orgasm that loomed over you, building up quicker than you wanted. Your walls closed around him more and more, making it harder and harder for him to keep even himself under control. The squeeze of your cunt as your slick built more had him groaning against your neck, his face now buried in it as he nipped at your shoulder.

“Shit. So close. I’m gonna-” You hadn’t even had time to finish your sentence before you felt yourself trembling against him, your thighs tightening around his body as you cried out his name continually.

Spews of curses followed by sinful moans filled Draken’s ear as he gripped onto your hips, slowing his pace as he spilled himself into you, a loud grunt filling the room as his hips stuttered against yours. “Fucking hell, jesus christ.”

Draken collapsed onto the bed next to you and pulled you with him, wrapping you into his shoulder as you both caught your breath. You closed your eyes as you came down from your high, your body still tense as you settled in next to him. His deep voice shocked you as he ran his hand down your arm. “It’s late… do you care if I stay here so I don’t have to try to catch the train back to my place?”

You looked up quickly, had he really asked to stay the night? He had never done that before, but he should know by now that you would never tell him no. “Of course, you can stay, Drak. It’s not a problem. You can any time you’re over here.”

Draken took a deep breath and pulled you in closer. His body was warm. He was always this warm, like a personal heater as the winter breeze drifted through the windows of the bedroom. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of your even breathing, noticing only a few minutes later as he started a movie that there was the light sound of snoring coming from you.

He debated waking you up and making his way to the couch, but decided against it when he looked down to see the large smile that sat on your face, the same one now stretching across his own as he admired just how purely happy you looked with him. His own eyes closed and before he even realized it, he was falling asleep with his arm wrapped around you, the faint sound of the movie playing in the background.

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[14dayswithyou]

Hi Sai! Very sorry in advance if this is this is way too fangirly. Just wanted to thank you, because I just played 14 Days With You's demo and was blown away. The time consistency is maybe a bit wonky on some scenes, but otherwise everything is absolutely brilliant, and I haven't been this hyped by a demo in quite a while.I really enjoy MC's narration being as bubbly and chatty as it is, it gives both the game and the character a lot of flavour (my favourite touch is MC often being afraid(1/?)

of creeping on /Ren/. It's hilarious).As for Ren himself… He's written to be perfect to the point where it's almost meta, and, oh no it definitely works. As a goshdang adult with years of yandere tropes under my belt, I'm ashamed of being this receptive to what he's putting out, but he's just. so. fascinating? The dedication, the carefully-crafted façade and sudden personality whiplashes, the versatility and quick recoveries, the vulnerability, both "real" and "fake"… (2/? )

I'm entirely too weak to this guy, send help. Despite being curious about the genre, there haven't been many yandere-type characters I've outright /loved/ over the years, but now I'm like "Ah. So THIS is how it feels". Whoops. (Also: well-written, engaging smut you want to read more of? What is this sorcery???) And now I’m torn. I'm very much obsessed and would like to see more of this.. But simultaneously I want to tell you to take all the time you need! In the meantime, here're some (3/?)

In the meantime, here're some questions, so that this ast is not entirely gushing: 1- Are you planning the final game to be free or paid? Asking because I'm 100% ready to support this level of quality entertainment. 2- Will you be releasing the game day-by-day or once all is done? Thank you so much for your hard work! <3 Very much looking forward to what you have in store next.

pov: you’re me crying on the floor because this ask wAS WAY TOO SWEET??????? AAaaAAAAAaaaAAAAaaAAAA

Firstly, thank you so much for leaving such a heartfelt message. I am beyond happy to hear that you enjoyed the demo, and your high praise for the game means the world to me!! ;v;

I’m also always interested in learning about other people’s introspection of Ren, so seeing your interpretation of him has honestly got me like “yes!! that’s exactly the vibe I was going for when writing him!” — so I’m glad I was able to convey his little quirks and mannerisms well enough within the game =w=

Also, you mentioned the time consistency being a bit wonky during some scenes, so I’d just like to quickly clarify that I had to cut some scenes short due to the time restraints I placed on myself when making the game. I wasn’t able to finish the sprites for some of the other characters you meet in the original 2017 demo, so I ended up cutting out the dialog and replacing it with like, three lines of text lmao ^^’ I’ll have the sprites and dialog restored by the time I release Day 2, so hopefully you won’t be stuck with those short scenes for long... ^^ (But if I misunderstood what you were saying, then please let me know and I’ll work on fixing the issue!)

As for your questions; right now I’m content with releasing the full game for free on itch.io, but I might look into setting up a patreon/kickstarter as a means for funding any potential game expediencies (voice acting, foley sounds, BGM licences, etc.). However I much prefer if people showed their support through conveying genuine interest in the game, rather than throwing money at me — especially since there are other people and places that deserve it waaay more than I do! ;v;

As for your second question; I have plans for releasing the game on a day-by-day basis until I reach Day 7/the halfway point (so I can take in everyone’s concerns, feedback, and reactions as I go along), before finishing the game entirely and releasing it to the public :)

But wahhhh, thanks again for sending such a heartfelt ask!! I’m genuinely still floored and speechless (despite the wall of text I just threw at you) but I appreciate your words and support so much!! <3

[skinnyducky]

awkward apologies (pt. 2 to unexepected visits) // v.h.

This was soooo cute to write. When I tell you it was so hard to not laugh while writing this, I was trying my best. But, that's the whole point of this. To laugh, to go "awweee", and to be happy. So, thank you to those who enjoyed pt. 1...here's pt. 2 :)

link to part 1

Word Count: 1557, slightly edited

WARNING: language, sexual themes, embarrassed vinnie, and i think that's it.

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Vinnie leaned against the fence of the skatepark, cradling his board close to his chest. Jett sat next to him, still laughing from the story Vinnie had shared with him.

“Please tell me that all was a joke,” he laughed. “You can’t be serious?”

“It’s not funny, dude. I was so embarrassed.”

Jett shook his head, trying to stop his giggles. “Look, shit happens. It’s not the end of the world. At that, it’s not like Y/n was mad at you or anything.”

“Jett, Y/n hasn’t called me since that night.”

It was true; you hadn’t spoken to him in three days since the night of the incident. Why would you though? He embarrassed not only himself, but you, in front of your parents. Those are the very people whose opinion matters when it comes to your relationships, and he just blew it. It didn’t even help that he did not bother to explain his urgent departure right after. There were no texts, no calls, not even a tweet that gave you any hints as to what went wrong.

“I just don’t know, man. I messed up something so good.” Vinnie sighed, looking down at his shoes.

Jett sighed, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Like I said, it’s not the end of the world, man. Everyone knows how head over heels you two are for each other. One little mistake isn’t going to make or break what you have going on.”

“I get that but…I…I wish I hadn’t-“

“You don’t need to repeat it.” Jett said. “Now, how about you get on your board, skate for a few minutes, and calm yourself. The more you think about it, the sadder you get, and I really don’t feel like having to cuddle with you in one of your sad moods.”

Vinnie chuckled. “Those are the best cuddles though.”

With that, the boy hopped onto his board and rode off. He skated, doing turns and all sorts of kickflips. He was in the zone, and nothing could bring him out of it. With his tongue peeking out between his lips, he gathered himself to do an ollie. He got into position, keeping his eyes on his board and his fit. With a leap, he looked up and lo and behold, there you were with your friends. He gasped, the sight of you catching him off guard, so much that he barely came close to nailing his trick.

“Shit!” he shouted, landing on his ass.

Even as far as he was, he could hear the sound of Jett’s cackles echo throughout the skatepark. Even through his awkwardness, he managed to look over at you. Much to his surprise, you were looking right back at him, laughing along with your pals. He shot you a small smile, but that fell once he saw your happy expression turn into what one would refer to as…disgust. Oh, you were mad mad.

The boy gulped, picking up his board and hurrying over to Jett, who was still laughing his ass off.

“I wish I had caught that on camera, man!” He hollered, clutching his stomach. “You should’ve seen the look on your face before you fell! Oh wait, I can show you!”

Jett proceed to mock Vinnie’s expression, failing his arms in the air.

Vinnie stared at him with an irritated gaze. “Ha, ha…very funny.”

“Dude, what happened? You normally nail your ollies.”

“Y/n happened.”

Jett’s laughter stopped as he realized what Vinnie said. “What? What’s going on?”

“They’re here.”

Jett scanned the park for you before finding you on the other end from them, chatting with your friends.

“What is Y/n doing here? I didn’t know they skated.”

“They don’t, which is why it caught me off guard.” Vinnie replied. “You think they’re here for me?”

Jett shook his head. “No, I think they’re here to protest.”

Vinnie squinted his eyes in confusion before turning back to you. There, he saw you pick up a board and wave it around, chanting, “Save the whales!”

“Why at a skatepark?”

“Don’t ask me. I’m not the one protesting.” Jett snickered.

“Y/n laughed at me.”

“Then they’re not mad.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that.”

Jett turned to his friend with a puzzled face. “Why do you say that?”

“Because, when I smiled at them, they just looked at me like I was some creep on the street.”

“Welp, then this is your chance,” said Jett. “Talk to them, explain what happened.”

Vinnie sighed, “What am I supposed to say? That I accidentally jizzed in my pants and had to leave before I made an ass out of myself?”

“Yep.”

Vinnie looked to Jett with shock. “You’re joking. Jett, I can’t do that.”

“Listen Vinnie, you are making a big deal out of nothing. All you have to do is walk up to Y/n, tell her the truth, say you’re sorry, and hope for the best. I mean, if anything…it was kind of a compliment to her, right? Trust me on this.”

Vinnie sat there and thought about it for a minute. Jett wasn’t completely wrong; it would be better to tell the truth than to not say anything and let what could be good relationship just wither and die. With that in mind, he pulled up his britches and walked over to you.

“Save the whales-“ you stopped your chanting, merely glaring at the boy in front of you. Your friends scoffed to themselves, turning to stare at Vinnie.

“Um, hey…Y/n.” He greeted, rubbing the back of his head.

“Hey…that’s all you can say?” You replied. “You haven’t called me, you haven’t texted me, you haven’t even left a voice message. What the hell, Vinnie?”

He stood there speechless, not knowing what else to say.

“Like, what the hell happened? That thing with Mac and then not shaking my dad’s hand, like…what?”

“I know, Y/n, and I’m so sorry.”

“Vinnie, I managed to fly to Seattle with you and spend a week with your family, and you can’t even spend one hour with mine? I thought you were different.”

“I am, Y/n. I promise you, I am.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “You know what…I can’t do this here, Vinnie. We’re trying to save whales and…”

“Okay, sorry.”

Vinnie shoved his hands into his pockets as he turned and began to walk away. But something stopped him. Maybe it was the ounce of pride in his system or the fact that he didn’t wanna lose you, but something kept him from leaving. Then he did the unthinkable…

Swallowing his embarrassment, he turned back around and stepped towards you.

“I, um…I ejaculated in my pants.”

Your friends snorted behind you, trying to keep their laughter to themselves. You stared at him with a glimmer of amusement in your eyes. You tried so hard not to break out into a smile.

“We were, um…we were getting hot and it’s not every day I have someone as…hot…as you grinding on top of me, and I got a bit excited. Next thing I know, your parents come in and I’m sitting there with jizz in my pants.”

You pursed your lips as you turned to the side, trying to contain the fit of giggles begging to escape. Your friends on the other hand…they were nearly on the verge of pissing themselves.

“So, uh…sorry. Sorry.”

Vinnie cleared his throat and slowly treaded back to Jett.

You moved to face your friends, joining them in the laughing session.

“That was the most awkward thing ever.” One of your friends said. “But I’ll say this, he’s honest. There’s no way anyone could make that up.”

“Right?” You chuckled.

“I say you should you talk to him. He’s a good kid.” Your other friend added.

You smiled. “You think so?”

The two nodded.

“Okay.” You said, running towards Vinnie.

“Vinnie!” You called, gaining the boy’s attention.

He glanced over to Jett, who took this is as his signal to give you two a minute.

“You know, never once have I ever heard of something so weird,” you said, “but so adorable at the same time.”

Vinnie grinned, awkwardly shooting you a thumbs up. “What can I say, that’s all I am. Just a weird, yet adorable, person.”

You grabbed his hands, looking into his eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me what happened? I totally would’ve understood.”

“I was just too embarrassed, and plus I didn’t know if you still even wanted me.”

“Vinnie, I could never not want you. I told you before, I really like you and I wouldn’t want to do anything to mess that up. You should never have to question that.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry for not coming to you sooner.”

“And I’m sorry for my friends. They’re still laughing about it.”

He smiled, bringing you closer into him. The two of you stared at each other, your faces inches away.

“I love you.” He said.

It caught you off guard a bit, granted you had only been seeing each other for a short time. But nonetheless, it still made you feel butterflies inside. Grinning you closed the gap between you two, bringing your lips together. It was so good to have his lips against yours, and vice versa. You pulled back, pressing your forehead against his.

“I love you too.”

[sawyerconfort]

I See Stars | Cady Heron x Reader

TWO POSTS IN A ROW! YEAH, I KNOW, I KNOW! I'm just trying to make up for the fact that I haven't posted anything this week. Well, this one isn't a Heathers imagine, but since we're talking about musicals too, I thought I'd write a special imagine with Cady from the Mean Girls musical.

In those days that I was away, I've been listening to the Mean Girls songs and I fell in love, especially with this song that gives the title to the post, so why not write an imagine about one of them?

Erika Henningsen lovebots, this one is especially for you (I already consider myself part of this team hahaha)

This one is especially for you, who are suffering or going through some insecurity, anxiety or a problem that has let you down. I'm also having a hard time these days, but writing has helped me a lot.

If you want to talk, dear reader, I'll be here to listen. I hope this picture helps you too. Remember, you are not alone, there are people who love you and it's normal to not feel good sometimes!

Enjoy!

Any request or suggestion (can be from Mean Girls too), send me an ask or comment on one of my posts, or send me a message. I'll do my best to write it!

Prompt: When the whole world seems to come crashing down on top of you, there's still a burning hope that goes by the name of Cady Heron to help you.

"Hey, did you guys see (Y\NN)? I didn't see her when we left the room..."

Cady was getting worried about you, and she confided that to Janis and Damian when she got the chance. You had been down all morning, and had quickly left the room when the lunch bell rang. Since you usually told Cady, Damian, and Janis everything, and this time you'd kept it a secret, that was reason enough to be alarmed.

"She told me she was going to the bathroom, but so far she hasn't come out..." Janis replied, making Cady's eyes widen in fear. She started to run, alone, to the bathroom, but Damian pulled her back, confused.

“Wait, where are you going?”

"I'm going to see (Y\NN), maybe she needs help."

And before they could even say anything, Cady had already gone to the bathroom to find you. She went through every little door that was there, but there was no sign that you were inside. No breathing, no clues, let alone shoes.

Cady's heart nearly popped out of her mouth, and without thinking too much, acting more impulsively, she opened every door to the North Shore girls' bathroom, trying to find you, her heart pounding in her chest. All the doors were empty, however, there was no one.

Until she opened the last one, and found you there, sitting by the toilet, legs spread and head leaning against the wall, eyes closed and chest rising and falling rapidly, face wet with tears.

“(Y\NN)! I was worried about you! Why did it take so long? What happened?” Cady was looking over at you, but realizing that something was wrong, she quickly changed her expression and sat down beside you, in the small space between your body and the toilet. “Hey, did something happen? Are you okay?"

When she came to, you realized you were shaking, your fingertips white, like your blood pressure had dropped or something. Staring at Cady, you let an involuntary sob escape your throat.

“Hey, hey, what happened? Talk to me, (Y\NN), it's okay now."

The crises you had were like that. They left you speechless most of the time, and you could barely express what you felt until she calmed down, until you calmed down.

This was the most frustrating part of having an anxiety attack, but the most ridiculous part was definitely feeling terrible about yourself. You felt like you were never going to be happy, like you weren't good enough, like you were alone and no one really liked you.

People saw countless qualities, but you couldn't see any.

And that was extremely frustrating for you. That's why you hated having crises.

"Talk to me, (Y\NN), please..." Cady pleaded, and you felt her voice break mid-sentence.

Not knowing what to say and feeling guilty, you hugged her awkwardly while her body shook. Cady hugged you back, pressing your body against hers without straining, so as not to hurt you. She touched your face carefully, making you look at her.

“It was another one of your crises, wasn't it?” Cady whispered again.

She'd known your struggle with those insecurities since she'd arrived at school. Although you hid it very well — and you could at first, because they weren't as bad as they were now — Cady seemed to have a sixth sense that told you when you were okay or not.

"I...I feel..."

She brought her index finger to your lips, silencing you. “Shhh, it's okay, okay? I'm here with you, I'm not leaving here until you calm down, but I need you to breathe and not think about anything, okay, (Y\NN)?”

Her words and commands helped a little, because you obeyed without hesitation. Cady was still holding you, the touch gentle, accompanying your breathing so you wouldn't feel alone. Suddenly, she stopped breathing with you, letting you finish the process.

“Are you calmer now?” she asked, smiling slightly when you nodded. “Fine.” Cady moved her touch down to her face, wiping away a few visible, glistening tears on her cheek. “Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay not to feel okay every day, it happens,” she whispered. "But it doesn't mean you have to suffer alone."

“Sorry for making you miss part of your lunch with the guys.”

“No, (Y\NN), you don't have to apologize for that,” she confirmed. “By the way, you don't have to apologize for anything, right? None of this is your fault. I'm here to help you, and I would be here for anyone. I'm not even that hungry, right now, you're more important.”

You smiled slightly, making an effort to stretch your lips.

“It's okay to not feel good all the time, (Y\NN), you're human, and humans don't have to be perfect all the time. It's okay to break sometimes, it's okay to cry sometimes, it's okay to fail sometimes. This is how we are made, this is what we came to this world for. We can't always get it right, and it's okay to be that way, isn't it?”

"I feel so weak, Cady..."

“You're not weak, honey,” she smiled. “Actually, you're one of the strongest people I've ever met in my entire life.” Cady looked up, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to well up in her eyes as well. "No matter what Regina or those girls say, that's not you."

Cady knew more than anyone how much you suffered from the taunts and comments of Regina and her faithful followers.

“(Y\NN), you are a star. You're beautiful, so beautiful, too bad you don't see yourself as I see you, as we all see you...”, she lamented. Cady reached out to touch her fingers, hold her hand. “You are strong, you are amazing, you are good at what you do, you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be seen, and I see you. I see you and I can say that you are all that and more.”

You smiled through your tears and hugged her again, this time closer. Cady kissed the top of your head and held her lips there until you lifted your head so you could see her up close.

“Everyone has their moments of insecurity, and that's more normal than it might seem, I assure you. Never ever, ever, ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Thanks, Cady. You don't know how much this is helping me.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I'm glad I could help.” Still touching your hand, she squeezed it tightly. “I will always be with you, I will look out for you, I promise. I won't let Regina and the girls bring you down anymore,” you nodded. “But now, we have to make arrangements. I promise I'll take care of you, but you have to promise me that you'll tell me whenever something's wrong, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied quietly. “I promise I will tell you everything.”

And the two of you hugged again, until Cady pulled away from you so she could help you up, and the two of you walked out of the bathroom together, her holding you tightly beside her, willing not to let go until you felt better.

[legless-fish-on-rollerskates]

All the morons trying to claim that Dean wasn't saying anything to Cas because he was holding back slurs or something equally ridiculous... what show have you been watching? Surely not Supernatural. Like, yeah, Dean had some internalized shit for a while (mostly cause of how he was raised, let's be real), but this isn't season fucking one. Dean's in his goddamn forties now guys.

But you still think Dean Winchester is homophobic? Let's examine the evidence then, shall we?

1. Aaron Bass: Dean was flustered because he's not used to being hit on by dudes, but he was completely respectful. And he was alone, too. It wasn't like he was trying to "hide his homophobia" from Sam. He could've said whatever he wanted in that moment without anyone ever knowing, and he chose to awkwardly walk backward and wish Aaron a nice day. Then later, when they're working with him, Dean says nothing about it (other than a quick "he was my gay thing" to Sam), doesn't make it weird, and talks to him exactly the same way he would talk to anyone else.

2. Jesse and Ceasar: Dean's surprised when he realizes that they're married, again because he's not really used to it and so he made the wrong assumptions (which I will point out is really really normal, it happens all the time even between queer people, because heteronormativity is very much a thing in real life). But what does he do when he finds out? He asks them about their marriage - with genuine curiosity. What's it like to be in a relationship with a hunter, is it hard, all that jazz. Never asks about the fact that they're both men, none of those gross "so who's the woman" questions, literally just. Talking to two married hunters. That's it. Then later, when they're working, he never once questions their capability as hunters or suggests that they're weak in any way. There's no "you're less 'manly' because you're gay" mindset at all. And at the end of the episode he's genuinely happy for them, two hunters who managed to get out of the life and retire together.

There's lots of other examples (several male cops have been obviously into him over the years, his reaction to Jody talking about Claire and Kaia, all the subtext surrounding Lee, etc.) but for my last one for now, let's not forget...

3. Charlie fucking Bradbury: Arguably Dean's best friend besides Cas (no I haven't forgotten about Benny, I love Benny, but he was part of a very specific chapter of Dean's life and that chapter is done). We've known she was a lesbian from the get-go, and Dean takes it in stride when he finds out, immediately improvising to coach her through some painfully awkward flirting so she can get into the office ("you've just come home, and Scarlett Johansson is waiting for you"). And yes, there's the whole "I feel dirty" "yeah so do I" bit there, but that's clearly established as a joke, plus the guy was gross - as someone who is attracted to both women and men, I would feel dirty after flirting with him too.

The next few times we see Charlie, she and Dean are geeks and dweebs together, Dean is having more fun than we've seen in years, and we see him be a really good friend - in some ways, a better friend than he is to Cas. Charlie talks to him a little bit about girls, they LARP, they go shopping together, Dean comforts her when she has to let go of her mom. When she's killed, he gets so upset he goes on a murderous rampage (maybe not the most healthy way to deal with greif, but nonetheless showing how much she mattered to him). When he sees an alternate version of her in trouble he's immediately ready to risk his own life to help her even though she doesn't know him. He loved her like a sister, and he never once expressed any issues with her sexuality.

So let's go back to Cas. Cas is in love with Dean. Not much of a surprise there, he's said it before. But this is the first time Dean understands that that's what he's saying. It makes sense that he's a little stunned, especially considering that Cas is also saying that he's about to die. I mean, if your best friend of twelve years told you one day that they've been in love with you all along, that just knowing you has irrevocably changed them for the better, and that also by the way telling you this means they're going to die, mightn't you be rendered a tad speechless?

Dean does not hate Cas for this. Not at all. Because whether or not Dean is bi, whether or not he reciprocates, Cas is still his best friend. We've seen how hard Dean grieves every time Cas dies. We know how much Cas matters to him. Of all the shit they've put each other through, there's absolutely no logical reason for this to be the thing that damages their friendship beyond repair. Not after everything. No fucking way.

Dean says nothing because he doesn't know what to say, because he's still processing Cas's confession but also already grieving and blaming himself for Cas's death. The way he breaks down at the very end of the episode? That's not a man who's disgusted. That's a man who's shattered.

How dare you try to simplify this incredibly complex and emotional moment into Dean being a dick. How dare you. It's positively insulting. The entire point of Cas's speech was that Dean is so much more than that. If you can't see that, than I'm sorry, but you're missing the whole message of the show.

Supernatural is about family and sacrifice. It's about free will, making your own choices. And it's about being more than just who you're supposed to be, going beyond what other people want or assume. All the depth beneath the surface. That's the show. That's why we're still watching after all this time. Because it means something important. Something relevant. Something real.

Don't you fucking discredit that.

(thank you for coming to my TED talk)

[jisungsmochi]

confessions - park jisung

jisung x reader / jisung being whipped / fluffy, lil angst / hope it makes you feel something lmaoo 

word count: 8.7k 

mini playlist: 

Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny 

Falling - Chase Atlantic 

Enchanted - Taylor Swift 

summary: confessing to your crush was always daunting. but how else were you supposed to let them know how you truly feel? y/n has learned the hard way, always being the confessor rather than the one being confessed to. oh how she wished that one day, someone will have the courage to tell her how they feel, without her always having to make the moves...

//

“i like you”

“ew, you’ll give me cooties”

y/n was barely seven years old when she confessed to her very first crush, lee donghyuck. he rudely rejected her offer to play marbles during lunch, but she wasn’t fazed. she plastered a bright smile on her face, calmly nodding at the little boy,

“cooties aren’t real, it’s probably just germs from not washing your hands!” she snickered, turning on her heel as she made her way to a shaded area in the quad. she left donghyuck speechless that day, slightly bruising the young boy’s ego. how could she be so calm when her very first crush had harshly rejected her? she always tried to display a cheery exterior to her peers, she found it embarrassing if people caught her crying over some boy. so she pushed her feelings aside until she was alone.

when y/n was twelve, she had grown a crush on her desk mate, jeno. he was quiet most of the time, only speaking to her when he needed answers for homework, but she was whipped nonetheless. he was undeniably handsome, especially for someone their age. how was that even possible? she would intently watch him play soccer with his friends on the school oval, softly cheering every time he made a goal. jeno had noticed when she attended his games, often smiling at her from the field.

after weeks of innocent stares in the hallway and short conversations during class, y/n decided it was time to confess to lee jeno. she came up with the cute idea to write a small note to him during class, it read:

hi jeno!! i think you’re really cute, and a great soccer player. i also have a crush on you...would you go out with me?

tick yes or no

she had written the letter in sparkly pink ink, folded it gently before sliding it over to jeno’s desk. the confused boy swiped the card over to his side, slowly opening it. her heart was beating out of her chest. jeno started scribbling on the paper, causing her to furrow her eyebrows, all he needed to do was leave a tick?

jeno returned the note to her, a soft smile plastered on his face. her eyes scanned over the note, landing on his answer. the ‘yes’ box was ticked, followed by a short sentence under it,

would this mean you’re my girlfriend?

tick yes or no

she couldn’t help but smirk at his charms, immediately ticking yes. from that day on, jeno and y/n began dating. but when you’re going through your pre-teen years, things get really dramatic. jeno ended things with y/n after only three months of dating, which seemed like forever for a twelve year old. he dumped her over text, as many pre-teens did back then. she put on a brave front, acting as if she was okay with it all. it wasn’t even a serious relationship, but it was still her first. of course it hurt. but she continued to suffer in silence, no one needed to know.

when y/n was fifteen, almost turning sixteen, she befriended huang renjun. they were always aware of the other, often hanging out in the same cliques. it was the school’s swimming carnival, when she began getting closer to him. after donghyuck had accidentally pushed her into the pool, too caught up with chasing mark around, renjun came to her rescue. he offered her his towel, wrapping her up tightly as he sat and chatted with her while the others scolded donghyuck. he was a great conversationalist, always having something new to talk about. y/n adored that about him. from that day onwards, she would message him back and forth, almost becoming a daily occurrence. they would skype call after school, catching eachother up on any drama or daily events in their early high school lives. she started falling for him, fast. but there was one downfall to renjun. he would never acknowledge y/n at school. whenever he was with his friends, he pretended like he was merely acquaintances with the girl. it hurt her to see him act like nothing was happening between them. word got around that renjun had a crush on somebody. as usual high school gossip goes, the signs led back to y/n. her friends would cheer her on to confess to him, so would his friends. they believed they would be a strong couple. so she decided to take measures into her own hands, opting to confess to huang renjun.

y/n approached the boy during lunch, interrupting his conversation with jaemin.

“can i talk to you, uh privately?” her voice wavered as she spoke, but she stood her ground. renjun looked over at his friends, jaemin raising an eyebrow at him, encouraging him to go with her. he eventually gave in, keeping a slight distance from the nervous girl as they walked around the school grounds together.

“what did you want to talk about?” he coughed slightly, feeling an immense amount of awkwardness around them.

“i wanted to tell you something” she started, now stopping in their tracks. renjun gulped, a guilty feeling beginning to rise in his stomach.

“i like you, renjun. more than a friend” she finally spat out, trying to read the reaction of the boy across from her. but renjun remained silent, eyes avoiding hers. y/n felt deflated, why the hell wasnt he saying anything?

“i-thank you” he stuttered, causing her to raise an eyebrow at him. thank you?

“i mean thank you for telling me, it’s nice that you’re so honest” renjun tried to smile, but she didn’t budge. he wasn’t taking this seriously at all.

“you know what, just forget i said anything, bye renjun” y/n rolled her eyes, fed up with this constant rejection that seemed to follow her around. why couldn’t she get a happy ending? just for once. why did she have to settle for less than what she deserved? not only did she get rejected by a crush that day, she lost a great friend. y/n swore that she would stop focusing on chasing other’s affections. what was the point? she was just going to get rejected anyway. atleast that’s what she always told herself. those memories always stuck with her, and she refused to ever feel so dejected in life. she wouldn’t let this happen again. she just wanted someone to confess to her for once, would that really be so hard?

park jisung was a simple boy, cruising through life with little to no worries. all he wanted to do was finish high school, he dreaded it more than anything. everyday was the same for him, waking up to the same alarm, riding his skateboard to school, sitting for what seemed like forever, then going home to rest and repeat. he never took notice of those around him, why would he? it’s not like he was going to stay in touch with many of them after school finished. except for his best friend, chenle, he could never escape him no matter how hard he tried.

it was the first day of junior year, when jisung found himself placed in a seating plan for his modern history class.

‘is this really necessary?’ he mumbled to himself, shuffling to his assigned seat. atleast it’s by the window, he thought to himself.

y/n strolled through the halls, making her way to her first period class, modern history. a new year, a fresh new start. she waltzed into the room, noticing students gathering around the seating chart. she found her name, whipping her head around the classroom, eyes landing on a messy haired boy next to the window. she shrugged to herself, not recognising him at all. as she made her way to the desk, jisung suddenly perked up. she was stunning. it may have only been nine in the morning, but seeing her was enough to completely wake the previously tired boy up.

“hey, i guess we’re deskmates” y/n greeted politely, taking a seat right next to the timid boy. jisung was thinking of something witty to say, but nothing was coming to mind.

“y-yes we are” was all he managed to let out. y/n just nodded at him, eyes focusing on their teacher who had called the attention on the room. but jisung couldn’t keep his eyes off her. how had he never seen her before? she was practically glowing, her soft features accentuated by the light. he was breath taken by her, despite only having shared simple greetings.

y/n felt the boy staring at her, but decided not to call him out on it. she promised herself to not get involved with anyone this year. it would only bring her eventual rejection again. so she tried her best to ignore park jisung, it was the only way to get him to lose interest.

“i don’t think she’s too fond of me” jisung confides in his best friend, chenle as they sit under the bleachers, munching on their lunch.

“can you blame her? you probably ask her too many unnecessary questions” chenle smirked, teasing his pouty friend.

“no, i don’t even talk to her much, she just refuses to acknowledge my existence” jisung lets out an exhausted puff, thinking back to his numerous attempts to atleast become acquainted with his desk mate. firstly, he tried greeting her brightly each morning, in which she would only raise her eyebrows before pulling out her books for the class. secondly, jisung attempted to ask her questions about class work, in which she shushed him, pointing over to the teacher who was speaking. even after class, she would immediately pack her things before he had the chance, rushing out the door as if she was the flash or something.

“sounds like she just isn’t fond of people in general. does she even have any friends?” chenle questioned, trying his best to pull his friend out of his solemn state.

“i-i’m not sure, i mean she has to have atleast one friend...right?” jisung started thinking to himself. if he couldn’t get her to talk, maybe her friends would.

“you might be playing with fire here, is she really worth getting to know?” chenle scoffed, slightly admiring jisung’s determination.

“you never know unless you try, right?” jisung took a bite of his sandwich, there has to be a way for y/n to open up to him.

//

“i heard that park jisung has been going around, asking about you” one of y/n’s longest friends, ningning, suddenly brought up. y/n looked at her as if she was crazy, what is up with this park jisung dude?

“what does he want with me?” she rolled her eyes slightly, flipping through her history textbook.

“maybe he likes you? or maybe, he just wants to be friends. why are you so harsh to him anyway?” ningning sighed, memories of seeing her friend cry over boys now cluttering her mind.

“i don’t need any more friends. i have you, and like...sungchan” y/n shrugged, continuing to take notes as she read.

“i think you’re being unreasonable, he seems really nice. give him a chance” ningning tried persuading her friend but y/n was stubborn. she wasn’t going to get wrapped up in any unnecessary drama. maybe she was being a little rude towards jisung, she could cut it down a bit. but being anything more than classmates was not in the cards for her at all.

the following monday morning, jisung entered the classroom, skateboard attached to his hip.

“mr park, the skateboard stays at the front of the room, we’ve been through this” mr kim warned the tired boy, earning a subtle nod from him. jisung gently placed his skateboard against the wall, before making his way to his desk. he was surprised to see that y/n was already seated, scribbling down all sorts of things in her planner. jisung let out a soft cough, signalling her to raise her head to face him.

“could i uh get to my seat?” he muttered, barely loud enough for her to hear. he was more shocked to hear her response,

“oh of course, sorry jisung” he froze after she finished speaking. was this real life? was y/n really acknowledging him right now?

she scooted closer to her desk, allowing space for the tall boy. jisung quickly snapped out of his thoughts, rushing to sit down. she couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle at his antics. it didn’t go unnoticed by jisung.

“may i have your attention? as you all know, it’s now the middle of the term. to test your knowledge, i want you guys to pair up with your desk-mates and make a presentation on a historical topic of your choice. please refer to the assessment outline for more information”

jisung was practically beaming after hearing ‘pair up with your desk-mate’. his eyes shifted to the girl next to him, who seemed quite pleased. she looked over at him, simply nodding, acknowledging their future partnership. did he wake up in some type of alternate universe?

“uh jisung, i really want to do well in this subject. so we should probably get started as soon as possible” y/n gently tapped the side of his desk, drawing in his attention.

“oh yeah, for sure. w-when did you want to start?” he stumbled over some of his words, catching her off guard, making her softly smile.

“maybe tomorrow? do you have a free period?” she continued the flow of the conversation, making jisung feel more at ease.

“uh yeah, just before lunch” he responded, watching as her face lit up.

“oh great! me too, we can work at the bleachers, barely anyone goes there anyway” she confirmed, writing down the extra details in her planner. jisung couldn’t stop staring at her, how could she do such simple tasks, yet look so beautiful?

all he had to say was, thank you mr kim.

//

y/n patiently waited for jisung to arrive, typing up random notes on her laptop. she was onto her second paragraph when she heard the huffing and puffing of someone next to her. jisung hurriedly sat down next to her, needing to take a deep breath.

“a-are you okay?” she questioned, shutting her laptop, turning her body to face the boy. jisung just nodded, holding up a finger before speaking.

“i just had chemistry with Mr Jung, he wouldn’t let us leave until we could recite the first twenty elements on the periodic table” jisung finally felt relaxed, taking out his water bottle, consuming a concerning amount of water. her mouth created a slight ‘O’ shape, grasping the situation.

“i had to sprint here, i always get stuck past Sodium” jisung continued rambling, allowing y/n to simply stare intently. she didn’t mean for it to seem creepy, but she couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at his constant ramblings.

“a-ah sorry, we should probably get started” he shook his head, pulling out his own laptop from his bag. y/n nodded at his words, unsure of how to continue a conversation with him. it had been a while since she spoke to someone outside her inner circle of two people.

after about forty minutes of hardcore work, y/n’s eyes started wandering around. she caught sight of the boys soccer team, who were preparing for their lunch time practice. jisung’s eyes followed hers,

“you like soccer?” he blurted out, trying his best to start a conversation with her. she nodded softly, the side of her mouth curving upwards.

“yeah, i do. i’m no good at it, i just like watching. do you?” she questioned him back, eyes now focusing on him.

“of course, my parents weren’t so subtle, naming me after a famous soccer player and all” he joked, watching as the girl across from him started hysterically laughing. oh how he adored her laugh.

“oh my god, i didn’t even realise! they must have been onto something! why aren’t you on the team?” she furrowed her eyebrows, jisung bit his lip nervously,

“ah yeah, contrary to popular belief, i suck at soccer and didn’t make the team.” he sighed, feeling slightly embarrassed. y/n paused momentarily before opening her mouth,

“ah who cares! we can just watch together from the stands then” she shot him a soft smile, relieving some of the tension jisung had previously felt. the bell for lunch rang through the field, signalling that their free period had come to an end. jisung was about to pack up his things, when he noticed that y/n was still sitting, eyes glued to the players on the field.

“hey, it’s lunch now” jisung gently tapped her shoulder, snapping her out of her mini trance. y/n just nodded,

“oh i know, i was just going to watch them practice and eat my lunch here” she explained, turning her head back to the field. jisung held the strap of his bag tightly, thinking to himself momentarily. chenle can wait, he thought to himself. jisung plumped his bag to his side as he returned to his seat right next to her.

“what are you doing?” y/n questioned the boy,

“what does it look like? i’m keeping you company” he just smiled, pulling out a packet of chips, offering her some. she couldn’t hide how entertained she was, kindly accepting his offer. they continued to watch the soccer team practice, eyes scanning for the best players.

“that jeno guy is pretty good, i’m kind of jealous” jisung pouted, causing y/n to start giggling.

“am i wrong? like who wouldn’t be jealous of lee jeno? he’s got like everything! he’s athletic, and good looking and probably gets lots of chicks” jisung praised,

“wow jisung, sounds like you have a crush!” y/n teased the boy, softly nudging him. jisung froze at the sudden contact, he liked how playful you started being with him.

“don’t you? he’s kind of a catch, i thought girls would be all over him” jisung shrugged, watching as she slowly became quiet. he was startled by her reaction, feeling heat rise to his cheeks immediately.

“d-did i say something?” he muttered, unsure whether or not she was upset.

“n-no you didn’t. i mean, lee jeno was my first boyfriend, so i can say i’ve been there and done that!” y/n let out a small scoff, she noticed that jisung had now grown concerned.

“it was nothing though, we were like 12, and he dumped me over text. hasn’t spoken a word to me since though” she sighed, eyes scanning back to the boy in question. jisung was unsure of what to say next. y/n knew she had just over shared, she couldn’t help it. once she started, sometimes she couldn’t stop. she knew it would make jisung feel uncomfortable, part of her regretting it immediately. but when she saw the boy shoot her a cheeky grin, all her worries washed away.

“it’s good to hear that one girl at this school doesn’t have a crush on lee jeno” was all he said, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“why’s that?” she curiously questioned,

“because that means i have a chance” he just smirked, head turning to focus back on the field. y/n was speechless. was he really being serious? or was this just some playful joke? she chose not to respond, feeling heat rise to her ears and cheeks. since when was park jisung such a flirt?

//

“come on, it’ll be fun” ningning whined as she sat with y/n and sungchan at the bleachers.

“yeah, you’ll get to see me play for the first time since i got on the team” sungchan begged, watching as y/n debated to herself.

“okay fine, not like i have three assignments to do that night” she sighs, giving into her friend’s peer pressure to attend friday night’s school soccer game. ningning and sungchan high-fived eachother, slightly surprised by her response. y/n’s gaze drew to the one and only park jisung, who was currently trying to do some weird skateboards tricks with chenle. she couldn’t pull her eyes away, finding it amusing whenever he made a mistake and tried to awkwardly cover it up. ningning snickered, catching onto the entire situation.

“park jisung huh? guess it’s finally time for you to put yourself back out there?” y/n snapped out of her trance, now glaring at her friend.

“n-no, what are you talking about? i wasn’t even looking at him” y/n immediately became defensive, sungchan deciding to step in.

“you totally were, in fact i’m sure you have a little bit of drool at the side of your mouth” he playfully teased, pretending to wipe off ‘drool’ from her face. y/n shoved his hands away from her, softly pouting.

“guys, he’s just a classmate. i said i wasn’t going to get involved with anyone, remember?” the annoyed girl reiterated to her friends, who weren’t buying the act at all.

“you can’t shut off your feelings, you know? it’s clear that you’re interested in him, even if it’s the tiniest bit. and you already know he’s interested in you too! why can’t you see that?” ningning sighed, feeling sorry for how hard y/n was on herself.

“because things will get messy. i’ll end up falling harder and ruin everything. it’s not going to happen again, i won’t let it” y/n looked down at her hands, gripping her water bottle tightly.

“maybe he’s different. he’s not going to be another jeno, or renjun, or donghyuck even. just keep an open mind, you have to start lowering your walls” sungchan pulled his arm around y/n shoulders, allowing her to rest against his side. ningning held her hand in y/n’s, gently stroking the back of her hand with her thumb. inside, y/n knew her friends were right. but something kept telling her that she was going to end up broken by the end of it. she really hoped that park jisung would be different. she needed him to be different.

//

y/n and jisung were halfway through their assignment, sitting next to eachother in the school library during their free period.

“damn, we are doing pretty well, way ahead of the schedule you had planned for us” jisung teased, eyes shifting to the page of scribbles, indicating the tasks for the assignment. y/n let out a scoff, pulling her planner towards her,

“don’t diss my planning okay? it’s just a rough outline!” she pierced her eyes at him, watching as he just smiled back at her. why does he keep doing that?

“you going to the soccer game tonight?” jisung nervously stammered, trying to play off as if he didn’t care too much about it. y/n only smirked at his words, placing down her pen before responding,

“may i ask why you’re asking?” she leant back in her chair, watching as jisung shifted his position so that he was directly facing her. she held her breath for a moment, not realising how close he actually was to her right now.

“because i’m going, and i was wondering if you wanted to watch it together. you know, since we are just the spectators rather than the players?” y/n wasn’t sure why she felt so...flattered, he really was unknowingly charming.

“oh yeah, i’m going, but i’ll be sitting with my friend” she tried to push the idea of her and jisung sitting alone for two hours in the cold, out of her mind. but jisung wasn’t going to back down so easily.

“oh great! i’ll bring chenle too, we can all sit together” he smiled widely before returning to type on his laptop. y/n let out a soft sigh. it doesn’t look like he will be giving up anytime soon.

//

y/n and ningning were both cozied up together on the bleachers, eyes on the lookout for sungchan. they locked eyes with the tall boy, waving at him erratically, causing him to respond in the exact same manner, gaining looks from his team mates.

“oh i sure hope they win, otherwise we’re making him buy us hot chocolate, i’m freezing!” y/n huffs, her breath now appearing infront of her.

“someone say hot chocolate?” the familiar voice rang through her ears. jisung was now seated next to her, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands. her mouth was agape, watching as the boy handed her friend one cup, then offering her the other. ningning kindly thanked him, gently nudging y/n’s arm.

“and one for my favourite desk mate” jisung snickered as she gently took the cup from him.

“hey! i thought i was your favourite desk mate!” chenle, who was on the other side of jisung, whined. jisung let out a scoff, softly shoving his friend,

“that was three years ago, things change” chenle continued to sulk, jisung not paying any attention to him. y/n couldn’t hide her amusement, taking a small sip from the warm cup of goodness.

“thanks jisung, i’ll pay you back” she offered kindly, reaching for her bag, but jisung stopped her, his hand wrapping around her wrist. y/n’s eyes shifted from his hand, to his face. jisung quickly removed his hand from her wrist, placing them into the pockets of his large coat.

“it’s on me, take it as a thankyou, for being such a great partner” a soft grin was plastered on his face. y/n just nodded, continuing to sip on the drink. the game had finally started, cheers of their fellow classmates echoed throughout the stands. sungchan played his best, assisting jeno in scoring the winning goal. the group of four in the stands, wailed at the top of their lungs, gaining the attention of those around them. y/n couldn’t stop laughing, continuously slapping jisung’s arm as she did so. jisung couldn’t stop looking at her. all he could think about was how gorgeous she looked in this light, the state of pure happiness she was currently in. it was enough for him to fall harder for her. along with her, not so gentle, slaps to his arm, jisung could swear he was in heaven.

“i-i’m sorry, jisung” she quickly calmed down, now realising how hard her slaps actually were. jisung shook his head,

“its okay, i’ll be your human punching bag any day, if it means you’ll hang out with me more” he smirked, causing her mouth to open slightly. was this guy even real? how could he come up with such cheesy lines?

“you’re an odd character, park jisung” y/n slightly shook her head in amusement, allowing her arm to brush against his as they sat closer together.

“it’s one of my best qualities” it sure was.

after the game ended, sungchan ran up to the group, jumping up and down, still pumped from his win.

“you did amazing!” y/n engulfed him into a warm hug. jisung watched the interaction unfold, part of him wishing you would be comfortable enough to embrace him like that one day.

“thanks for coming guys, i really appreciate it” sungchan smiles over to jisung and chenle who were aimlessly standing.

“anyone wanna get milkshakes or something? on me” chenle suddenly pipes up, watching as everyone’s face lit up.

“and this is why you’re my best friend” jisung pulled the other boy by his shoulders as the rest followed the pair. it was short drive in sungchan’s car, to the nearest diner. y/n was slightly shivering whilst in the car, jisung immediately noticed. he debated on whether or not to offer her his coat, but didn’t want to seem too persistent about it. as y/n stepped out of the car, she felt strong shiver throughout her body. jisung pushes his prior worries aside, immediately slipping off his coat, draping it around her shoulders.

“o-oh you don’t have to do this, jisung” she tried to decline, but the boy refused.

“nope, you’re cold and i’m already warm in this hoodie, just accept it” he convinced her, not taking no for an answer. as the five of them stepped into the diner, ningning made a beeline for her favourite booth near the back window. she slid herself into the booth, with sungchan next to her. y/n slide herself in the seat across from her friends, jisung quickly shoving in right next to her, chenle on his other side, once again. ningning gave y/n a playful smirk, eyes scanning over the overly large coat she had on. y/n raised her eyebrows, eyes straining, warning her friend to not mention it.

y/n’s eyes shifted over to jisung, who had started a conversation with sungchan and chenle about some new video game that was coming out soon. she watched as he threw his head back in laughter, continuing to argue with chenle about who was the best avatar in the game.  she then noticed how he balled hands into fists, gently rubbing them against the surface of his pants. he would occasionally blow on them, trying his best to get some warmth. she felt guilty for taking his coat, but knew he would do anything in his power to have her wear it. so she swallowed some of her pride, reaching for his hands. jisung froze at the sudden contact, trying to not make it obvious to the rest that he was now disengaged from the conversation entirely.

“w-what are you doing?” he muttered, moving closer to y/n, which made her slightly blush. she pulled his hands into her lap, wrapping them in the excess material of the oversized coat.

“they looked cold, i’ll warm them up for you” she softly smiled, and jisung swore his heart was about to burst out of his chest. was this real life? it couldn’t be, it had to be some crazy dream he was having.

y/n noticed the sudden shyness from jisung, heat now rising to his ears. she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him adorable. her heart racing as the close contact.

the rest of the night was spent chatting away between the five of them. from how lee donghyuck got suspended for putting shaving cream in the soccer coach’s cap, to the dreaded mid term exams that were approaching. y/n wished she had participated more in the discussions, but her thoughts were too preoccupied by park jisung. his hands still rested in hers, her fingers slowly beginning to smooth over his own, making his heart skip beats. he felt himself lean in closer to her as the night went on, practically crushing her against the window, but she didn’t mind.

“we should get heading home now, our parents are probably wondering where we are” ningning pouted as they all raised from their seats. jisung didn’t want to pull his hands away from y/n’s, making the bold decision to intertwine their fingers as they left the diner. y/n’s eyes widened at his actions as he smiled down at her. they sat in the back of sungchan’s car, as y/n felt her head lean on jisung’s shoulder, her hand still holding his. her eyes slowly became drowsy, ready to fall asleep.

“you two are really cute” ningning whispered, not knowing that y/n was listening intently,

“t-thanks” jisung whispered back, trying his best to hide how happy he was by the comment.

“so are you confessing?” chenle snickered, causing jisung to roll his eyes,

“i want to take things slow. i want her to like me back first” jisung sighed, reaching to brush some of y/n’s hair from her face.

“oh trust me dude, she likes you. she just won’t admit it yet” sungchan smiled to himself, happy to see y/n finally start opening up again.

“good, cause i’m in it for the long run” oh park jisung, who wouldn’t fall for him?

//

when jisung got to school the following monday, he saw y/n standing at the front gates, swaying slightly. she was wearing black stockings with a plaid skirt and a creme coloured sweater vest. but she was wearing something else that caught his eye.

“goodmorning jisung” she greeted the boy, fast paced walking to meet him. jisung smiled softly at her, pulling his skateboard to his side.

“goodmorning, y-you’re wearing my coat” he pointed out, causing her to freeze slightly.

“o-oh yeah, do you mind? it’s been pretty chilly lately” she wrapped herself tighter, eyes facing the ground. jisung felt a swarm of butterflies emerge in his stomach, she really had that effect on him.

“it’s totally okay, you suit it better than i do” he softly chuckled, beginning to walk alongside her, arms brushing against eachother.

“you gotta stop saying stuff like that” y/n sighs, waltzing through the school hallway, to their history classroom.

“and why should i?” jisung playfully teased, tugging on her sleeve, turning her to face him. her hands instantly went to his chest, not realising how close he had pulled her to him.

“b-because” she spoke barely above a whisper. jisung’s eyebrows furrowed at her,

“because it’s making me feel things” was all she said as she pulled away from him, rushing to her desk. jisung couldn’t help but admire her awkwardness. he was slowly getting there, she had partially admitted to having feelings for him. but he knew she wasn’t going to fully admit it anytime soon. he had to make the first big move...but he needed some outside help.

//

“is there a reason why we are hiding from y/n right now?” ningning whispered, face to face with jisung.

“i want to confess to her” he blurted out, ningning’s eyes widening in shock.

“you want to confess to her?” she repeated, mind still trying to wrap around the situation.

“uh yes? is it so hard to believe? i thought i made it pretty obvio-“

“no no, i know you like her. it’s just that, she’s never EVER had a boy confess to her before. it’s always been her making the moves” ningning explains, jisung’s mouth pressing into a firm line.

“she’s not used to this type of attention. like where the guy is genuinely interested in her as a person, and the things she likes. she’s used to always getting to know the guy, doing everything in her power to gain some type of feelings for her. then she ends up hurt after she realises that she fell harder than they did for her” jisung would be lying if this wasn’t hurting him. how could they do that to someone as caring and loving as y/n?

“how do i show her that i’m different?” jisung stammers, nerves slowly taking over. ningning just giggles,

“you’re already half way there. trust me, she knows inside that you’re not like the rest. you just have to hit it out of the park with a bomb ass confession! here’s what i’m thinking...” ningning continues to whisper to the boy, jisung stringing along to every word. operation confession for y/n was underway.

//

“hey, are we ready to hand in our assignment?” y/n approached jisung just before class. he responded with an affirmative nod, pulling out the ten page report from his backpack. her eyes widened at his efforts, admiring how prettily he presented the report.

“j-jisung” she stuttered, flipping through each page.

“i had some spare time last night, don’t mention it” he winks at her as she felt heat rise to her cheeks. she quickly moved to her seat next to him, trying her best to hide her face with her hair. but jisung noticed, smirking to himself. could she be any more adorable?

“there’s another soccer game on friday! did you want to sit together again?” jisung turned over the the girl next to him, catching her completely off guard. y/n looked over to jisung, his face completely softened, his eyes practically begging her to say yes.

“y-yeah i’d like that” she nodded, silently cheering that she would get to spend another night with park jisung. the plan was now in motion.

//

jisung was standing under the bleachers, awaiting y/n’s arrival. chenle approached him, giving him a slight pat on the back.

“you ready, buddy?” chenle whispered, a cheery expression on his face. jisung slowly nodded.

“yeah, the worst she could say is no” jisung tried his best not to psych himself out, reviewing his confession in his head.

“they’re here” chenle announces, eyes drifting to y/n and ningning. jisung took a deep breath, moving slowly towards the pair of girls. y/n was the first to notice him, shooting him a small smile, meeting him halfway.

“good evening ladies” chenle greets, making ningning giggle.

“oh please, we are barely ladies” she sighs, stepping past groups of people to find a seat for the four of them. chenle followed her in suit, with y/n and jisung straggling behind. jisung nudged y/n’s shoulder, giving her a small nod. she returned the gesture, feeling slightly awkward. but she pushed it aside, happy to spend another evening with jisung. she noticed that throughout the game, jisung’s leg kept bouncing up and down. she sensed he was nervous about something, it was either that or he was just really cold.

“do you want my coat to cover your legs? i brought an extra blanket with me” y/n whispered to jisung, causing him to halt his movements. he looks over at her, as she was halfway to taking off her coat.

“why don’t we just share the blanket?” jisung slyly comments. now it was her turn to freeze. she looked over at him, lips pressed in a firm line. as she placed her coat back on, and pulled out the blanket, jisung could feel his heart pumping faster than it had ever before. this was a good sign, right? she must like him back...right?

y/n gently placed the half the blanket over his knees, moving herself closer to him to gather warmth. she didn’t say much to him after, too focused on the game they were watching. but the position they were in right now, was all that was on jisung’s mind.

the game ended with a close win by sungchan’s team. although everyone was celebrating, it was noticeable that sungchan was not proud of how he played.

“dude don’t beat yourself up about it, it happens to the best of us” chenle tried to comfort. sungchan just nodded, not wanting to talk much about it.

“okay grumpy pants, let’s go get some food” ningning pulls the sulky not by the arm, chenle on the other side of him, doing the same.

“you two coming?” ningning calls from behind her. before y/n could answer, jisung reaches for her wrist, stopping her in her path.

“c-could i steal y/n for the night?” jisung didn’t let go of her wrist, watching as their three friends all had identical smirks.

“sure thing, see you two tomorrow” chenle winks, rushing off with the others. y/n’s face contorted into utter confusion. the feeling of jisung’s warm hand wrapped around her wrist made her nervous. he let out a short cough before letting go.

“what did you want to talk about?” she questioned, allowing multiple students to pass by her. jisung didn’t respond immediately, pulling her to sit at the bleachers again. he reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a pink folded piece of paper. her eyes were immediately drawn to it, but part of her was still wondering what this entire debacle was about.

“i-i don’t want you to read this yet. well until i tell you what i have to say” jisung mutters, hands becoming sweaty. this was such a different jisung to watch y/n was used to seeing. he always made witty jokes out of any situation, and was barely ever...nervous.

“go on” she urged, eyes still glued to that piece of paper. jisung cleared just throat, eyes finally meeting those of the girls across from him.

“i have a crush on you” those words had y/n stunned. her mouth became agape, no proper words able to be formed. jisung decided to continue,

“i know that you aren’t looking for a relationship or anything. and you’ve been hurt before. but i just had to tell you. i couldn’t keep it inside anymore” he finally admitted, shoulders now slouching. his eyes wavered from hers at times, but they were now drawn to his hands. y/n wasn’t sure how to respond. this was her first ever confession. the first person to actually have interest in her first. she wasn’t used to this at all. jisung was a nice guy, she knew he was. but was he the guy for her? or was she just struck with the idea of him confessing first? did she even really like him that way?

jisung noticed the mini debate occurring in the girl’s mind, part of his ego becoming bruised. y/n wanted to say something articulate back to him but she couldn’t find the right words.

“uh t-thanks for telling me, jisung. it must have taken a lot of courage” that wasn’t the way he expected things to go, but he continued listening to her.

“but are you really sure you like me? like really sure?” y/n questioned, the idea still not wrapping around her head. jisung was in disbelief, was he not obvious enough?

“i’m more than sure. i’ve liked you ever since i’ve met you” he mutters, feeling completely dejected.

“t-that’s not possible. you didn’t even know me then” she shook her head, eyes drifting to the hurt expression that was now on jisung’s face.

“i didn’t need to. you were so beautiful to me. i had to get to know you. i thought i made it pretty obvious that i liked you. but i guess i should have done a bit more, maybe save myself the embarrassment” he mumbled the last part to himself. his words striking her right in the heart. she didn’t want to come off as rude or unappreciative. but how was she meant to know this wasn’t some kind of joke, or if his feelings were true.

“is it really that hard to believe that i like you?” jisung tried his best to remain calm, but he wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and lay in it.

“yes. it is. because guys don’t confess to me. they just don’t. they don’t fall for me first” she continued to tell herself, watching as jisung’s face flatten.

“you can keep thinking that. but it’s not true. i’m living proof. i really thought you liked me too. i must have misread this entire thing” hearing those words stung her heart. she did like jisung. maybe not as much as he claimed he liked her, but she definitely had feelings towards him as more than a friend. but she didn’t feel ready, for any of this.

“jisung, it’s not like that. i like you too, i just don’t think i’m ready” she whispers, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. jisung could barely look at her, an overwhelming wave of embarrassment washing over him.

“when will you ever be ready? because by the looks of it, it seems like you never will be” jisung shook his head, forcefully brushing through strands of his hair. y/n moved closer to the boy, placing her hand onto his shoulder. she felt him tense at the contact, his eyes finally coming back up to meet hers again.

“i-i don’t know when i’ll be ready. i just need some time to think about it” she sighed, not wanting to rub more salt into the wound. jisung only nodded in response. there was no use trying to convince her any further. jisung accepted her reasons, even though he held resentment towards her for initially rejecting him.

“i’ll give you some space. let me walk you home atleast” jisung stood up, offering his hand to her. y/n cautiously took his hand in hers, slowly walking alongside the tall boy.

silence filled the air on their walk home. the only sounds being heard were the hoots of owls and screeching of cicadas. jisung had let go of her hand along the way, which pained her to admit, she missed his touch immediately. as they made it to her front door step, jisung was in a rush to get home, ready to sob his eyes out. but y/n stopped him.

“i understand that you’re upset. trust me, i know how it feels. but i hope you can see where i’m coming from” she mumbled as jisung nodded along to her words.

“it’s fine, i get it. i’ll just give this to you now” he pulled out the folded paper from earlier, handing it over to her.

“if you still don’t believe i like you, that should give you a sign about how much i actually do. have a nice night” he shrugged at her, turning his back to walk away. she watched as he left her driveway, head hung low. she shook the thoughts out of her mind, opening the door to her house. she didn’t bother looking back at jisung, closing the door behind her. but just as she entered her home, jisung’s gaze lingered on her. how could she have hurt him so much in such a short amount of time, yet he still felt the exact same about her?

park jisung, you are a fool. he thought to himself on his way home. how would he move on from this?

//

after the long night she had, y/n wanted nothing more but to sleep her problems away. but as she held onto the pink paper in her hands, she knew she wasn’t getting any sleep. she seated herself on her bed, carefully unfolding the paper, her heart racing.

“dear y/n,

if you’re reading this, i’ve just confessed to you. and you’ve most likely rejected me. i understand why you did it, i really do. i just couldn’t hold it inside any longer. i know you aren’t looking for anything serious at the moment. but i want you to know that i’ll be waiting for you. i hope that one day you realise how amazing you really are, and how i would be the luckiest guy in the world, to have you reciprocate my feelings. i honestly feel like you’re out of my league. i mean, you’re so confident in yourself. and you never let people bring you down. you’re so optimistic about such trivial things, it’s started to rub off on me a bit. i appreciate the sweet moments we’ve had together, and i hope you do as well. i don’t want to lost hope, that’s something you’ve taught me. you’re now nearing the end of this awfully structured letter, and i just want to say, that you deserve the world, and i can be the guy to give it to you. if you just give me a chance.

- park jisung (you already know who it’s from i just wanted to sound formal okay bye)”

y/n suddenly felt tears stream down her cheeks. for once in her life, she felt truly appreciated and cared for in return. of course she could see herself with jisung. it wasn’t a hard decision for her to make up her mind about it. but her constant doubts always held her back. it wasn’t fair to jisung at all, to keep him stringing along. she needed to make a decision, quick. there was no way she was going to hurt this boy.

//

the following monday morning, jisung patiently awaited y/n’s arrival in class. he nibbled on the side of his lip, tapping his pen rapidly on the desk. other students asked him to stop, as they were getting annoyed at the sounds but he couldn’t help it. he was praying she read the letter and didn’t just discard of it.

just as he was slipping into his own thoughts, he felt a sudden slam of books on the desk. his eyes met y/n’s as she sat down next to him. his quickly broke eye contact, flipping through his textbook as if he was studying. but she caught on to the boy’s antics, tapping him on the shoulder. jisung froze at the contact, looking over at the girl, who was still wearing his jacket.

“this is for you” she pulled out a small jar of origami hearts, sliding it over to his side of the desk. she felt heat rise to her ears, slightly embarrassed at the sweet gesture. jisung was practically speechless, his heart beating at a rapid pace.

“wow thank you, i love it” he gave her a gentle smile, eyes suddenly disappearing. she only nodded back, unsure of how to continue.

“i read your letter” she got to the point, jisung’s attention fully attended to her.

“i didn’t realise you felt so deeply about me, jisung. i thought you just had a silly crush, maybe that’s why i thought it would be easy to push you away. but you never let it go. and i’ve never had anyone do that for me before. so thank you” y/n barely whispers, feeling her palms begin to sweat. which was only something that happened when she was extremely nervous.

“what i’m saying is. you’re not like the guys i’ve liked before. you like me for me, and you genuinely want to be with me. so would you consider going on a date with me to the movies this weekend?” she cautiously suggested, watching as the boy’s face lit up in utter glee. he wanted nothing more but to pull her close and swing her around as he hugged her. but they were still in class, he needed to be tame...for now.

“i would freaking love that” he chuckled, causing you to smirk at his response.

“i’m glad you accepted my confession, i would have given you the silent treatment if i really tried” jisung pouted, making a fake angry expression, crossing his arms. she gently slapped his shoulder, laughing at the boy’s ridiculous antics. if this what it was like dating park jisung, then bring it on.

//

[ three months later ]

“come on! sungchan shoot!!” ningning’s voice echoed through the stands, the whole crowd geared up for the school’s soccer grand final. y/n and jisung were bundled up together, sipping on their hot chocolates, silently praying for that grand final win. there was only a minute left, jeno passed to sungchan and...he scores!

all the students from their school

jumped up, screaming endless cheers at the team. ningning waved her mini flag she made with sungchan’s face on it, as y/n and jisung hollered with the crowd.

“you did so great out there” y/n complimented her friend, like many times before, pulling him into an embrace. she saw how jisung slightly pouted, missing her warm touch. she slipped perfectly back to his side, his arm instantly wrapped around her waist as the crew made their way to the diner. jisung held y/n back, offering to meet the rest later on. y/n was yet again confused, following her boyfriend’s steps to sit on the bleachers.

“what’s up, sung? everything okay?” she pouts, watching as jisung nervously looks up at her.

“i love you” he blurts out, hands covering his mouth once he does. her eyes widen, not expecting those three words to leave his mouth at all. she pressed her lips into a firm line, her mind comprehending the situation. jisung was left worried, trying to read her expressions as best he could. he hoped he didn’t scare her away, it would completely ruin him.

“you’re just in luck” jisung’s head whipped up and met her. “because i love you too” y/n whispered, inching closer to the boy. his hands gently stroked her cheek, it was slightly cold but she didn’t mind. her lips fanned over his, ready to press them together. as she did so, jisung smiled widely into the kiss, hands coming to squish her cheeks together. it made both of them giggle for a bit, breaking the kiss momentarily. before jisung pulled her back in.

y/n soon realised that she didn’t need to live in fear of rejection any longer. because jisung gave her every ounce of reassurance she needed. the boys from her past slowly fizzled away from her memory, jisung now taking place as the one boy who truly loved her.

a/n: pls let me know what you all think!!