#i need more blogs to turn it on. i want to boop my mutuals/friends

[quotegender]

booping back?????

[mizunetzu]

Hey! So, I decided to re-write the one female fic on my blog with male pronouns. The reason I had a female fic up in the first place was because I had a mutual who wanted to do a writing trade, but she never held her end of the deal, nor contacted me once the fic was done to my knowledge. She requested this Akaashi fic, so I hope more of you could enjoy it now that it has been male-readerfied. Happy reading!

-Mr. Mizunetzu

P.s. - the old writing makes me cringe.

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Akaashi x reader - Where Are You Going? (Male-readerfied)

⚠️Warnings - cringey old writing, Bokuto never saying “Akaashi” right

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Hey hey hey-Where you going, Akaagjnshi?”

The black haired boy froze in his tracks. Bokuto tilted his head slightly to the side, holding a volleyball he was about to spike. Akaashi gripped his volleyball bag tighter.

“...I’m going home. My mom needs me to help with dinner.”

It was such a weak, foolish excuse, Akaashi told himself. But knowing Bokuto, it would suffice.

Bokuto’s smiled quickly returned to his face. “Ah! You should’ve just said so! Tell your mom I said hi!”

“I will,” Akaashi said, dipping out of the gym quietly. Bokuto paid no attention to the small blush Akaashi was harboring, along with the few beads of sweat running down his temple.

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“You’re gonna be late today, Aakkaggshi?”

“Yes, I...my teacher wanted to review a lesson I didn’t really understand. I can come to practice a bit late though.”

Another dumb excuse. But Bokuto’s stupidly wide grin assured him it worked everytime. Some part of Akaashi felt bad for lying to Bokuto, but the guilt eventually got buried and lost in all of the ‘I’m helping my mother with dinner’ and ‘I have to leave early to study’ excuses.

“All right! But y’know...I can come with you if you want-“

“NO!”

Bokuto stared at Akaashi with a blank face. Akaashi cleared his throat.

I-I mean, you’ll probably just get bored—and it’s gonna be quick, no need, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto blinked. Akaashi almost never got flustered or embarrassed. Was he...hiding something?

Eh, probably not.

“O...kay, I’ll see you later dude...?” Bokuto punched Akaashi lightly on the shoulder before leaving. Akaashi sighed heavily, before walking in the opposite direction of the classrooms, into the second gym.

Weird, Bokuto thought. That’s the boy’s basketball gym.

“I wonder why his teacher wants to meet him there...”

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“I’m leaving early, Bokuto-san.”

“Ah-is it you’re mom again? You must be a really good cook or something, if she always wants you to make dinner.”

“Yeah. I’m going now, goodbye.”

“Bye, Ajdjsfjdksjfdjkahshi!”

Bokuto waved absentmindedly at Akaashi, who bowed curtly. It’s been happening every other day, so he kind of got used to him leaving early or showing up a few minutes late.

“Oi Bokuto-don’t you think it’s weird that Akaashi-kun’s always leaving practice early?” Sarukui butted in, watching Akaashi as he hunched over, practically tip-toeing out the door.

“Yeah-why does he get to cut practice but we have to stay the whole time?” Konoha joined in, resting a hand on Bokuto’s shoulder. Bokuto brought a finger to his chin.

“Well-“ Bokuto gestured towards the door. “His mom is always telling him to come home.”

“Why?”

“To make dinner!”

Sarukui and Konoha stared at their captain like a child saying “two plus two is five.”

“You can’t be fucking serious, Bokuto.”

“I am!” Bokuto whined.

“What...what about the times he shows up to practice late?”

“That’s easy!” Bokuto clasped his hands together, eager to have another question he knew the answer to. “He says his teacher wants him to stay behind to teach him stuff he didn’t understand.”

“Bokuto...” Konoha deadpanned. “Akaashi’s in class six-he’s a straight A student.”

Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows. “Well, I-I haven’t thought about tha-“

“And Akaashi’s mom loves to cook-why would she make him do it?”

“Well...” Bokuto choked out, voice cracking a bit. “I did find it strange that he took his extra classes in the 2nd gym...”

Konoha and Sarukui looked at eachother. “....Isn’t that where the boy‘s basketball practice goes on?”

They all stood in silence for a few beats. Bokuto squinted his eyes and knitted his brows together. He still didn’t know what was going on.

A light went off in Konoha and Sarukui’s heads, gasping lightly. Bokuto tilted his head, confused.

“You don’t think he...” Konoha mused, unable to suppress the mischievous smirk growing on his face.

“Akaashi you sly dog.” Sarukui and Konoha shared a knowing smirk between eachother, while Bokuto scratched his neck awkwardly.

“Uh-“

“Bokuto...captain...buddyyyyy....” Sarukui sang. “Can me and Konoha leave practice early tomorrow? Around when Akaashi does? We’ll let you come with us~”

Ah yes, the power of friendship. How could Bokuto possibly refuse?

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“I’m heading home, Bokuto-san.”

“Dinner again?”

“...yes.” Akaashi was slipping his bag over his shoulder when Bokuto suddenly piped up.

“Oh! Can me, Sarukui, and Konoha come t-“

A foot was firmly jabbed into Bokuto’s own, earning a yelp from the grey-haired boy. Akaashi looked at Konoha strangely as Sarukui put a hand around Bokuto’s shoulders.

“Don’t mind Bokuto, dude. Tell your mom we said hi.”

Akaashi blinked, suspicious. “Al...right..” he waved it off as them probably going to do something perverted or stupid while he was gone, and bowed curtly once more. “Goodbye then.”

The two chorused out a farewell as Bokuto whimpered in pain and betrayal. Bokuto grabbed hold of his foot as Konoha and Sarukui’s innocent smiles dropped.

“Tail him.”

“I know, I know. Let’s go Bokuto.” Sarukui grabbed Bokuto by the sleeve of his shirt, dragging him out the gym door while they kept a safe distance from Akaashi.

“So he was going to the basketball gym...sneaky bastard.” Konoha smirked. They watched as Akaashi speedwalked to the entrance of the second gym, dusting off any dirt on his volleyball shirt and fixing his already pretty short hair.

The three ducked behind the wall of the gym, dashing towards it when Akaashi turned his back. “What’s he gonna do-he’s just standing there!”

Sure enough, Akaashi was standing idly a few feet from the door of the gym, seemingly waiting for something or someone. He messed with his fingers and tapped his foot anxiously, even though his face was completely calm and relaxed.

After what seemed like forever, the door of the gym opened ever so slightly, wide enough only for someone to slip though. Akaashi’s face lit up-even though he still held his neutral gaze-and he quickly let go of his own hands, letting them drop to his side. Bokuto and Konoha gasped, while Sarukui face held a knowing, shit-eating grin.

Standing in front of Akaashi was a boy wearing the Fukurodani basketball team jacket, and holding a basketball in his hands. He hazily tossed the ball back into the gym, before enveloping Akaashi into a hug.

Akaashi tentatively wrapped his arms around his torso. It looked like they were saying something to eachother, but Sarukui and Konoha couldn’t make out the words from their distance.

“Who would’ve thought Akaashi was dating someone...I for sure thought he was buying drugs or something...” Sarukui mumbled, eyes glued to the scene infront of them.

“Well-I thought Bokuto for sure would’ve known, right Bo? ...Bokuto?” Konoha turned to where Bokuto was standing, to see that he had disappeared. The two boys went pale.

“Oh no...” Sarukui broke into a cold sweat as he saw their loud was captian strutting towards them.

“Bokuto! You dumbass! Get back here!” Konoha whisper yelled, flailing his arms to try and grab Bokuto’s attention. It was too late. Akaashi and the boy took sight of him. Akaashi looked like a deer in headlights, while the boy looked at Bokuto with a nervous smile.

“Hey hey hey! Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend Akkaggshi!” Akaashi said nothing, instead tightening his hold on his (h/c)-haired boyfriend.

Konoha and Sarukui sighed, and stepped out from their hiding spot. Well, it’s not really a hiding spot if you aren’t hiding from something anymore.

“Who’s the guy, Akaashi?” Kohona said, smirking at the (h/c)-haired man next to Akaashi. He stepped forward.

“I’m (L/n) (Y/n), nice to meet you.” (Y/n) said. Akaashi deflated, embarrassed.

“(Y/n), please-“

“AWWW-you guys are on a first name basis?! How cute~!” Konoha made goo-goo eyes at Akaashi, while Sarukui held up a heart with his fingers. Bokuto slung his arm around Akaashi, making him stumble back slightly while he yelled things like “hey hey hey!” or “my man bro Alasshshshi!”

Akaashi looked eyes with (Y/n), practically pleading for help with his eyes while containing the last embers of his neutral collected gaze. (Y/n) just laughed, and booped him on the nose.

“They seem like nice people-why didn’t you introduce me to your team before?” Akaashi freed himself from Bokuto’s grip.

“...We’re gonna be late, let’s go-“ Akaashi linked arms with (Y/n) and tried to usher him away.

(Y/n) planted his feet firm and smirked.

“Noooo...I wanna meet your friends, Keiji-chan~”

“OOHHH HE CALLED HIM KEIJI-CHAN KONOHA THEIR PRACTICALLY MARRIED NOW-“

“Shut up, please” Akaashi begged. He pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply. “(Y/n), that’s Sarukui-san, that’s Konoha-san, and that’s Bokuto-san.” Akaashi gestured to each of the boys standing around them.

“Now that you all are well acquainted, please, can we get going-?“

Akaashis pleads were lost in the sound of questions and conversations being flung at them. All going in one ear and out the other. He sighed in defeat.

After what seemed like forever, (Y/n) pried himself from the volleyball players and interlocked his fingers with Akaashi’s. “Okaaaay, lets go” he said with a chuckle.

“Finally...” thank the heavens.

“Where you guys going?” Bokuto asked. (Y/n) glanced to Akaashi for approval. Akaashi nodded.

“We’re going to grab some dinner at this one ramen place, we do it every Thursday.”

“Oh! Oh! Can we come?” Bokuto cheered. He looked like a puppy clinging to (Y/n’s) side. Akaashi deadpanned while (Y/n) laughed internally.

“But-we-“

“Sure! Let’s go!” (Y/n) said, looking straight into Akaashi’s wilting eyes. The boys clamored past him, (Y/n) in their clutches, heading out of the school to wherever they were going.

“Oh! And, Akaashi?” Konoha said, stopping in his tracks and looking back at Akaashi. He had his feet planted into the ground with a devastated look on his face. Konoha smirked, and Akaashi wished he just stayed at practice.

“That’s what you get for skipping practice so much.”

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[rwby-sk]

My ship thoughts

This will be a long post, so I’m putting it under a ‘keep reading”

Bumbleby  - Until Vol.4 I wasn’t sure if the Bees liked each other. Like yeah, we’ve had solid evidence since, like, their Vol.1 trailers. But still. I wasn’t sure CRWBY would do it. But wow was I impressed.  - Probably my favorite well-known ship - Their EYES are the colors of each others SOULS what more do you want??? - I wish my gf would throw a motorcycle at my abusive ex...

Nuts and Dolts  - I tried pushing this ship out of my mind for so long. I did. I wasn’t ready for it  - I appreciated the things people made for the ship. I knew it had potential  - But wow. Vol.8 really said ���Nuts and Dolts rights” and I respect that - They’re so cute together. It’s like if Pyrrha came back to life and could be with Jaune again.  - But healthier this way (see Arkos)

Renora  - Wholesome - Cute - ‘Boop’ is one of my favorite songs - We all saw it coming. But how we got there was the fun part  - That Vol. 4 finale though...

Arkos  - First off, Arkos is my favorite ship from Vol.1-3 - Himbo is taught how to drink his respect women juice by an Amazon? Sign me up  - The character development, the mutual respect, the CARE - ForeverFall still fucks me up. I cry when I listen to it - I love Pyrrha, she’s my girl, but... She really betrayed Jaune’s trust at the very end. He told her specifically he never wanted to be helpless and watch his friends fight for their lives again. And she did exactly that to him. Making him wonder if he could have made a difference had he been able to fight by her side with her in the end.  - But it’s not really even Pyrrha’s fault. Ozpin’s expectations and Cinder’s plan are more to blame - Still high tier - It’s just so tragic

WhiteKnight  - Cute in theory  - But it’d have to be done so carefully to be a good romantic pairing  - As friends? I LOVE IT. Make these two best friends right now! - But Jaune moved past his feelings for Weiss in Vol.2 when he finally realized she meant it when she told him she didn’t like him  - I’m shocked though that so few people pick up on Ep.3 Vol.1 when Weiss is making fun of Jaune and mockingly calls him a “cute boy”. I think Jaune just thought Weiss liked him already, and went from there. He hits on Pyrrha pretty quick in Ep.4 too - I think it could work with who they are now, but I think they’re better as friends 

WhiteRose  - The sole reason I didn’t ship Nuts and Dolts sooner  - Vol. 6 messed me up okay? That red scarf really threw me for a loop - Chasing each other in the Argus Limited?  - Weiss sassing Ruby non-stop Vol.1-3?  - It also completes the RW BY JP NR pairings. I like to joke that the Emerald forest is actually “true love” forest. And whoever you lock eyes with first you fall in love with them. But that only works sometimes  - Also that part where they call out each others names when Jinn shows them Ozpin’s past 

Ladybug  - Cute and interesting  - I’m not against it. I would just need more of it to ship it myself - They just have such solid connections with other characters  - I do love Blake’s introduction to the main cast though, and how much Blake looks up to Ruby 

Freezerburn  - Similar to LadyBug  - Cute, but I just ship them more with other people  - That hug in Vol.5 was a bit sus though - Yang does seem to open up the most with Weiss - And Weiss defended Yang so quickly after the Mercury fight  - It’s not unfounded, I’ll say that  - Analyzing it has opened my eyes 

Crosshares  - Yes  - Just  - Yes  - High femme fashion ICON Coco Adel  - With fan-fave Velvet Scarlatina - WLW powercouple  - I wish I was Coco and Velvet is cute, not much to understand here, keep scrolling 

RoseGarden  - I have my concerns  - Oscar is a wonderful kid  - He probably has a crush on Ruby  - And he is a wholesome boy who deserves all the happiness  - But he also has a manipulative immortal Wizard in his head  - So - You know

Lancaster  - I never saw Lancaster. Jaune is the first boy Ruby meets. And Jaune calls her cute and quirky once, but... - I love Ruby’s talk with Jaune about failure in Vol. 1, then his return to that speech in Vol. 4 in return.  - I think they lean on each other as leaders - But I don’t see it going further - Cute though. I’ve seen nice fanart 

BlackSun  - I read an analysis a long time ago that really sat with me  - Blake asked for space (not out loud, but in action) when she ran away - Yang gave her what she wanted. She didn’t like it. But she gave Blake what she asked for.  - Sun on the other hand, didn’t. He followed and helped her anyway. (Believe me, Blake could have used all the help she could get in Vol. 4-5) But in doing so, he kinda took himself out of the running as love interest.  - He’s and excellent Foil for Blake though, so I love him

SeaMonkies  - Two bros, chilling in a hot tub... - Is it gay to become junior detectives with your best friend and only hang out with him for like 3 seasons?  - These two are just  - So fucking stupid  - Apart, they are fine. Very competent.  - Together though - They are just so dumb I think its cute as hell 

JNR  - Wholesome  - I could see it in Argus. In front of Pyrrha’s statue - They love each other  - Maybe its not 100% romantic  - But they love each other  - I could be happy here

JNR+Neo  - CRIME + Ren  - The pure chaos of Nora and Neo  - The exhausted mom-friend energy from Ren and Jaune - The power polycule that could take on Salem alone and maybe win? - I think it’d be cute, but I personally ship them in the two pairs a bit more. 

Bees Schnees  - We add Blake and Yang’s angst, Yang and Weiss’ trust, and Weiss and Blake’s mutual understanding and growth  - Wow okay  - I have to give it to you, I kinda like it

Neo x Jaune x Ruby  - Based on my response to Lancaster, you might be able to guess my answer here - I think a lot of the ship’s points lie in “What’s better than one short girl dating the tallest guy in the cast? Two short girls dating the tallest guy in the cast!” - Cute though, I think it’d be chaotic and wholesome  - But poor Jaune would be exhausted trying to make sure the house doesn;t burn down every five minutes 

May x Winter  - Look - If I hadn’t made a Neo x Jaune side blog  - I would have made a May x Winter side blog  - The comparisons  - The family legacies  - The pure amount of how attracted I am to both characters  - What happens when two tops date each other?  - What if they were partners in Atlas?  - What if May was Winter’s first crush. And after May came out, Winter was like “Oh thank the gods, I was worried I liked all women and only one guy for some reason. Cool, crisis adverted. So anyway, Marigold, here’s how you do your makeup” - I could go on - Haha don’t tempt me - I’m serious  - Please let them sass each other at some point

GuardDogs  - Marrow = Just doing his best  - Jaune = Just doing his best  - Marrow and Jaune = two himbos just vibing in this world  - If we don’t get Silentknight, I’d be proud to get GuardDogs - Marrow sure has been worried about “Juan” this whole time, huh?

Emercury  - The sass - The pure sass  - Mercury’s unearned confidence paired with Emerald’s quick temper  - Wow, I hope Em can turn him away from murdering people.  - If Em gets 1 friend, I hope its Mercury and not Cinder  - At least Mercury cares about her (But he’s too cool to admit that outright) - Mercury is going to see Em on RWBY’s team and just immediately walk over and join up. No questions asked. “I guess we’re good now. Sorry Tyrian, its been cool, not really”

Happy Huntresses - Yes - Look at that HUG - Ladies, is it gay to go off into the tundra and form a rebellion against the fascist government with three of your hottest gal pals? 

[ageless-aislynn]

Tagged by the ever-awesome @jemmalynette

1. why did you chose your url?

Years ago, I was given the title of A Mystical and Ageless Being (because I was pretty much the oldest member at Lost Video Island and I wouldn’t tell my age 😳😉) and that was just too long for most usernames, so I shortened it to just Ageless. Oh, hey, I saved a bunch of old forum sigs before my Photobucket account kicked it and I remember seeing that one go by. Let me look... Yep, here it is! Any of my LVI peeps remember seeing this one before? 😁

Jessica Alba was my avatar for a lot of years there, too!

*gigglesnort* 😂 I guess you had to be there, lol!

2. any side blogs?

Nope, though I co-mod @snowellsweek​ along with the lovely @missbenbarnes​ ♥♥♥

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

I joined *checks* June 28, 2011! I’m coming up on my 10 year Tumblr anniversary, no way! 🥳🎉

4. do you have a queue tag?

“i queue because i care” but since I post almost everything from my queue these days, it seemed meaningless to continue tagging with it. 🤷‍♀️

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

My Livejournal friends encouraged me to, so I did! Now, all these years later and I’ve long given up on LJ but I continue to Tumbl(e)r on, lol!

6. why did you chose your icon/pfp?

I love gears and this icon was one of the first manips I made. The red gem was actually just round and I made it into a heart. 💗

7. why did you choose your header?

I didn’t put a header up until just recently, lol! I liked the ReverseSnowThawne picture I’d made and decided it worked for me. ⚡💗⚡

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

Boop to turn off kitten, by far. It was just something cute I wanted to share with my mutuals. The next closest is my Ichabbie post.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Is there a way to actually see a count for mutuals? *pondering face* I have no idea! 😉

10. how many followers do you have?

More than I ever expected to have! *hugs you all* 🤗

11. how many people do you follow?

2,444 but most are long abandoned blogs. I really should go through and remove ones that haven’t updated in years. 😕

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

I’m sure I’ve made plenty of posts that people considered crap, lol! But in the actual meaning of the term, no. I don’t purposefully post things to stir up trouble.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

As much as is humanly possible. 😵😒😂

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog?

Kinda? 🤷‍♀️ Not everybody is going to like you, unfortunately. But I definitely try to avoid confrontation where I can. Life’s too short.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

😂😜

16. do you like tag games?

Yes! 👍

17. do you like ask games?

Yes! 👍

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Each of you are stars in my eyes!

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

ILU all! 🖤🤍💜

Tagging anybody who’d like to do this! *boops your nose politely* ♥♥♥

[pascalpvnk]

um if ur still taking blurbs.... 54,37,38 🥺

1.1k of best friends to lovers that has been sitting in my inbox for two months (I’m so sorry) and being put together piece by piece. I’m kinda really not satisfied with how it turned out but it is what it is. I hope that at least you enjoy. (masterlist linked in bio)

Warnings: fluff, swearing, teasing (in a friendly way), lactose intolerance, a tickle fight, confessions of love

14*: “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

37: “You look like you need a hug”

38: “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Do you want a bite?” You ask, offering a heaping spoonful of your cookie dough ice cream. The marble top of the island is cool against your bare elbows. Shawn leans on it as well, getting down to your level but with much space between you. It’s the only barrier separating you two apart. 

He gives you a smug look. “You’d be fucking insane to think I’d bite ice cream,” he smirks, clearly thinking he’s hilarious. You try your absolute best not to crack a smile, but the combination of his dimples popping out, eyes crinkling and his own intoxicating smile, it’s pretty damn impossible. Your fingertips reach over to playfully shove his shoulder, and he releases a string of giggles.

“Stop playing! You know what I mean, goose,” you resist the strong urge to boop his scrunched up nose. “It’s gonna melt so please just eat it.” Offering him the spoon once again, you expect him to take it in his hand. 

The words “my pleasure” roll off his tongue and are as sweet as honey, making you feel all warm and tingly inside. Instead of taking the whole utensil between his fingers, he wraps his lips around the end of it, taking the scoop of ice cream away. His dark, chestnut eyes bore into yours and you could stare into them for hours on end. Blood rushes to your cheeks and a bit down south, the sight of him making you melt in place of the ice cream.

He hums quietly, but you definitely don’t miss it. “That was good. I can see why it’s your favorite.” He’s using the same silky tone that he had before and it’s driving you nuts. You bite the inside of your cheek and nod before shoving some ice cream into your own mouth. Anything that can help cool you down will be useful. 

You constantly debate with yourself whether or not you should tell him how you feel. But you don’t think you could survive if you ruin the friendship you already have if he doesn’t feel the same. When he pulls shit like this though, it’s pretty difficult to contain yourself and shove those words down. But then again, the things you’d do just for him to give you a chance are infinite, within reason of course. 

“You okay? You’re kinda flushed.”

Your attention snaps back up to him. Yeah, you got lost in your head again. Blinking a couple times, you come up with a fib on the spot.

“Yeah, just starting to get a stomach ache. Yunno,” you pause, “…lactose sensitivity or whatever.”

Shawn shakes his head and laughs, “you never learn, huh? It’s okay though, I love you still, but I’m taking this away from you.” He takes the bowl and backs away out of your reach. Your stomach flutters at his words. I love you. Not exactly the context you want it, since he’s your best friend and not your boyfriend, but it’s better than nothing. Anything from him is better than nothing at all.

You put on your best pout, not expecting him to actually confiscate your precious bowl of ice cream. 

“Awe, you look like you need a hug,” he teases, totally mocking your pouty face. Without another word, he sets down the bowl and starts toward you. Everything in you begs that something snapped and he’s just going to kiss the shit out of you and confess his heart to you, but it’s much too good to be true. 

Shawn swiftly throws you over his shoulder as his fingers attack your sides. Your body freezes before you begin to squirm. You hate it when he tickles you. It makes you feel helpless and like you can’t breathe. Plus he makes you ugly laugh when he tickles you hard enough. But then again, you kind of love it. You love it when he laughs back and the feeling of his hands on you is addicting. You’re mad at yourself for loving it even a little because you know damn well that you only love it that little bit because you’re so in love with him.

After a few seconds of cackling, losing your breath, and almost peeing yourself, Shawn tosses you on the couch. He stalks across the room to the TV like nothing happened. 

“That wasn’t a hug, you bitch,” you pant.

“Shush, I’ll hug you in a second. Pick a movie, anything but Disney, though.” He shuffles through the cases he has in his hands, eyeing the other movies that are in the cabinets. 

“Even after knowing you for forever, I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies. You’re literally a child trapped inside a man’s body.”

“But you love my body so it’s okay,” he smirks. 

“Shut the fuck up. Maybe I don’t love you at all, huh? With your cocky, Disney hating ass.” Oh the lies that slip past your lips. 

He’s quiet for a moment and you worry that you played too much and hurt him. Quietly, he puts a movie into the DVD player and sits down on the end of the couch that is opposite of you. 

“Shawn,” you test to see if he’s okay, “hey, I was kidding. You know I love you. Well, I love you more than you probably know considering I’m in love with you but I-”

Everything following your word vomit seems like it’s in slow motion. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. His expression completely changes from blank to shocked. He locks eyes with you and your entire being shatters when it isn’t a look of mutual endearment, just cold shock. You feel so stupid.

“Disregard that! Everything I just said, forget about it and let’s watch the movie. Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” You would give a lot in this moment to be able to sink into the sofa. 

His silence scares the ever living shit out of you. Typically, you can sit together in silence for hours and be comfortable, but you probably haven’t ever felt more uncomfortable in your life.

The audio from the television distracts you as he scoots closer to you and cautiously puts his head on your shoulder. It takes you off guard. Your eyes well up with tears and you’re unsure of how you feel in this very moment.

“I can’t just be your best friend if I feel the same way,” he whispers.

With everything coming together in the most beautiful way—much more beautiful than you could ever imagine—with the physical and metaphorical warmth of him on you, you couldn’t feel more comfortable. Comfortable with him and comfortable to know that he will be with you even more in the future. Comfortable with the fact that he is your future. 

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[tenderlyrenjun]

im so fucking done with ppl like can they not mind their own goddam business and leave you the fuck alone

UGHHH SO FUCKING IMATURE GROW UP

i love your blog everything about is very chill and such a vibe and for me to get on this app just to see ppl getting on u is just annoying asf

LIKE STOP YALL!!!

I honestly wish you got more attention not is a negative way or im not trying to say that u dont have... im just trying to say that u DESERVE THE WORLD!! AND I DONT WANT U TO SAY OTHERWISE

you seem nice... like when u talk to jenosimp or even when u talk abt other idols u seem so cute i feel like u would be an amazing friend and again I DONT WANT YOU TO SAY U WOUDLNT...CAUSE YOU WAOULD SLAYY

bestie the feeling to just fill your inbox with a bunch of hearts increases every fucking day i love you so much and i dont even know you

u deserve so much fucking POSTIVE ENERGY LIKE FR and your writings are so fucking good i wanna dig a whole and crawl in it when i see fic ideas floating through u cause they never disappoint but dumbasses who have NO OTHER FUCKING LIFE THEN TO TALK SHIT ABT U OR BE NEGATIVE NEED THE GET THE FUCK OFF YOUR BLOG

cause honey you such an angle and i hope u know how much i wish you the best

the block function is fun. I use it everyday, and yet .....................

I'm glad I seem nice to you, thanks! I generally have bad first impressions with people, or I'm not too nice until people get to know me, which is ....... yeah, but I'm working on it, i guess.

I'm not really asking for attention nowadays tbh, just because I don't really, like, deserve(?) it (sorry, I don't ._.) or I haven't done anything to warrant attention, like I don't make particularly good fics; I'm not really a popular blog; and I don't have mutuals to interact with, in regards to, like, writing and stuff. and, like, I can't really reblog stuff from writers because a few have me blocked (which, probably, deserved because I am really annoying), or they just don't respond to me (which, again, valid - I'm annoying and they're busy). or, oppositely, out of, like, 200 notes on one of my fics, there will be one empty reblog, or out of 250 notes, there will be one "read later" that doesn't ever turn into a comment, so, like, I just have to assume that people aren't actually reading anything I write, which ... sucks, but there's nothing I can do about anything. I can't really force people to read my writing or interact with me; I can't control people, and I feel really bad for making other people feel bad, so I try not to, like, ask for comments or anything anymore.

oh, I am a really good friend; this is, like, something I'm pretty confident about in my irl life - I am very supportive to all my friends, even with their decisions I don't agree with; I'm a good listener and gift giver; I respect their boundaries and contact them often enough to still be friends; and I know how all of my friends like to be loved, so I don't really doubt my ability to be a good friend once people stick around. Thanks for noticing that.

there's a lot of negative anons and just ... ✌️ that's it; idk ... like, hendery throwing up a leave sign right after crying mood. idk, I just assumed that people got those anons. I hit block and then just ... boop there's more