#literally i am just a fellow lover girl
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as a fellow lover girl, ariana's albums be putting me through the wringer.
#literally i am just a fellow lover girl#like nonnas outro#you dont understand i be crying listening to this album on repeat#i have no gone through a breakup in idk maybe like 6 years#paradisecitizens chats
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the man | lando norris (6 to 1) smau
part of the lover x 6 to 1 series | lando norris x leclerc! reader
and I'm so sick of them coming at me again
'cause if I was a man
then I'd be the man
takes place a year after the original story of 6 to 1
i know this one wasn't voted for but it's been sitting in my drafts and i haven't posted in over a month so enjoy
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ynleclerc happy monday drink your greens
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landonorris no thank u
ynleclerc hmm i seem to recall you asking me for the recipe ten minutes ago
yellowmclarens love her but why does she feel the need to post body shots like this
yvonneatthetrack full length shirts exist babe xx
lovely_sainz this is quite literally just an excuse to post pics of herself in a crop top lol
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charles_leclerc gym day
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danielricciardo taking lessons from george?
f1emily yeeeeesh thirst trap coming in hottt
sundayscariess its illegal for a man to look this good
ferrari.florals ok 🥵🥵 more of this pls
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wag.spotting collection of pics of y/n posted by her friends these last few days
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whatisferrari looking a little too close for comfort with that guy in the first pic
ricciardobaby i KNOW thats not lando laying on her legs in that second pic
golden_norris it's not carlos either...why does she hang out with so many guys lol
81piastries come get your girl landonorris
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ynleclerc devils in the details ♡ thank you ysl
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landonorris paris or london
ynleclerc montreal, im hanging out with lance - he's moved back up my ranking
lancestroll oui
landonorris 🤔🤔🤔
happyhamilton sorry am i reading the comments right...shes with lance?
karlaformulauno yeah...what...
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paddock.updates Y/N Leclerc and Lando Norris are no more after Y/N Leclerc has confirmed to be in Montreal with fellow F1 Driver, Lance Stroll
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papayaclub LOL bro not her jumping from lando to carlos to LANCE
wag.updates did not have this on our f1 bingo card
sunshinemick silly szn i guess but i can't say im surprised..
ynleclerc damn news travels fast 💀💀💀
landonorris ohh thats why you're not answering my calls
yellowmercedes i can't tell if shes joking but honestly lando deserves better
sundayscaries shes got the worst sense of humour if this really is fake, for landos sake i hope they actually are over
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ynleclerc weekly recap
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landonorris did you crop out my face in all of these on purpose
ynleclerc its called a soft launch
landonorris you can't soft launch after hard launching FOR A YEAR
ynleclerc watch me
leclercsrearwing bestie even i know that lando hates fish and im not his girlfriend
ynleclerc i didn't force the sushi down his throat 🫶🏻
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landonorris Rollin’ with tumitravel
paid parternship
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ynleclerc im gonna borrow that suitcase
landonorris get your own
boxbox if driving doesn't work out he could be an influencer
albonoscats would do anything to see more of lando in his influencer era
haasbeen whatever he's selling i'll buy it
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ynleclerc emptying the camera roll 📸 not ready for summer to end
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charles_leclerc Pourquoi publier cela? why did you post that?
ynleclerc désolée 🤭🤭 sorry
jemmaf1 is that CARLOS in that first pic having dinner with her and her friends
ynleclerc carlos hosted the dinner
montrealking18 WHY DO YOU KEEP HANGING OUT WITH CARLOS
gokartboys asking the important questions ^^
fmkf1grid yes we get it you're close with all the drivers thank you for the reminder
pastriesoscar this photo dump is so pretentious lmao its just look all the drivers in my life and also look how pretty i am
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landonorris also emptying the camera roll, good idea ynleclerc
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ynleclerc love you
danielricciardo who are those beauties in the last picture
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givemef1 not lando posting the same pics as y/n 💀
schummyys he really said 'i was at carlos' dinner party too don't worrry'
hornersux wait but that pic of y/n in the window is actually so pretty
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landonorris to the love of my life, you never cease to amaze me. from the way you switch languages mid conversation with me to the way you are always curled up on the couch waiting for me to walk in the door. you are my biggest supporter, my strongest motivator and the reason my days seem brighter. i don't know how i lucked out with you little leclerc, but i promise to love you for the rest of our days
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danielricciardo are you proposing to y/n over instagram?
pierregasly seems like it
landonorris just keep scrolling
ynleclerc currently crying on the couch as i wait for you to come home
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summeriturnedf1 he calls her LITTLE LECLERC
happymclarens okay he LOVES her loves her
allgasnobrakes wonder how charles is doing reading this and knowing that lando is planning on marrying his sister
formulaferraris forget charles...lando is the biggest simp in the world for y/n, lets talk about that
a happy ending was deserved
#lando norris#lando norris au#lando norris instagram edit#lando norris social media au#lando norris fic#f1 requests#f1#f1 fic#formula 1#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#holllandtrash#6 to 1 series#6 to 1
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orbit of yours !
"power couple, really?" "you have to listen to me!"
synopsis: park jisung has always admired you. hardworking, effortlessly beautiful, talented, humble— you're pretty much the personification of the word 'perfect' (you would disagree though), but your relationship has never gotten past "admirers that occasionally exchange words", so jisung has vanquished the idea of possibly being in love with you because of your lack of interactions, he's just an avid admirer of yours! so when a few accidents and mishaps force (more like drive) the two of you to be in the same room more than you ever had in the past, the idea doesn't just remain a random fantasy crafted by jisung's mind, it becomes reality.
pairing: park jisung x male!reader
genre: high school au, acquaintances to friends to lovers, photographer!reader x soccer player!jisung, fluff, kinda comedy (im not funny), mutual pining, literally no angst, fast burn lowkey, sungchan helps reader realize his feelings and it's hilarious
warnings: swearing, mentions of burnout, oblivious bitches deny their feelings for a good 10k words, this is fucking cheesy, the nightmare which is senior year
word count: 12.2k
notes: GOOD LORD IT IS FINALLY DONE! i don't wanna be overdramatic or anything but this is genuinely one of my most favorite works ever, if you couldn't tell i am VERY jisung biased and im so happy to finally be done with this because it's honestly been so fun to write 🙁 i didn't beat the xiaojun fic in terms of words but this the second longest fic i have ever written and for my jisung debut its impressive that there is absolutely NO ANGST here, i'm just very proud of myself for this and i hope people like reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.. this is for all the park jisung lovers 👍
"WHEN WILL YOU ACTUALLY GET A PARTNER?" chenle asks the question so many times that jisung assumes the sentence has been programmed into his brain. what is it— like the 3rd time this week? he thinks chenle might be more obsessed with his love life than he is with actual important things, like college, graduation preparations, his role as a member of the student council, anything but jisung's uneventful love life, because that was probably the least interesting thing going on in his own life at the moment. "come on jisungie! i heard aejung has a crush on you!" he lets out a familiar groan, giving his friends a 'cut it out' look. "i don't really care about that kind of stuff.."
he hears all the frustrated sighs from his friends, and jisung just chuckles. he knows about the many surprisingly many— people who find themselves attracted to him. he acknowledges the fact that he has a lot of admirers, that a lot of people would perceive themselves as lucky to be in a relationship with him, he isn't new to the idea at all, he doesn't really get what makes him so attractive, such an eyeopener to his fellow students, but he mostly accepts the gifts given to him by his so called "admirers" nonetheless, not wanting to make them disappointed.
now, he says mostly because there are just times where he has no choice but to turn them down. some people get into their own heads too much, and he doesn't want to give some of them false hopes by accepting their gifts. that happened once, where a girl thought the two of them were dating because he decided to accept her gift as a sign of appreciation, that's when jisung learned that he couldn't just accept any and all gifts given to him by admirers who so greatly wanted a chance with him. jisung isn't so concerned about gifts, he wants a person who will be psychically and emotionally present for him, not someone who'll just buy him random things.
"it's gotten a little annoying.. all the confessions" jisung mutters, closing the textbook he had been jotting in. "they're nice yeah but some people just take it too far" he finally finishes, earning some confused looks from his friends. he just shrugs, shoving the textbook he had previously been jotting in into his backpack.
"but you're just so boring!" chenle whines, pressing his cheek against jisung's shoulder. jisung doesn't even try shaking him off, knowing that any of his attempts will be useless. "come on! all these people who would love to be with you and your still a lonely little loser!"
"loser? oh come on!"
"you know i'm right!"
jisung scoffs, lightly shoving chenle. while yeah, it's nice to have a lot of people admire him, everyone expects him to do this and that and act a certain way. it's like they enjoy perpetuating a false image onto him rather than actually admiring him for who he really is, and jisung doesn't think he should give people like that the time of day, they piss him off more than anything.
he's a little lost in his thought when a familiar voice sounds in his ears, a couple of giggles following the sound. "you're too funny y/n!" one of them shouted, poking a familiar figure in the shoulder, and jisung's eyes fall on you immediately, as if on instinct. you were looking as you always did, a familiar dslr camera hanging from your neck, that polite smile on your face as your friend continues poking your shoulder.
lately, you'd been quite the topic of interest among your fellow schoolmates. now that's not abnormal at all, you somehow always manage to be the talk of the town in school, you could do the smallest thing and somehow people could still make huge talk about it.
jisung would never say it, not out loud or even in mutters to himself, but he's always held a unique admiration for you, one he doesn't think he could actually put into words. there's something about you that pulls jisung in, like your a magnet and he's an oblivious piece of metal, slowly getting closer and closer to you without being able to do anything about it.
everything about you is beautiful. your eyes are a beautiful brown color, your smile is a beautiful stretch that shows off your perfect white teeth, your hair is a beautiful mix of raven and brunette. oh, and your voice is so beautiful too, it's so soft, gentle, but also deep.
you're like an angel.
at least to jisung you are.
it's pretty funny, actually, your so wrapped up in your own things that you barely notice the sheer amount of people who want to date you. you don't acknowledge romantic advances a lot, and even when you do, it always ends in rejection. you talk a lot, and your words are always pure and witty, your laughter is natural, your smile is contagious.
but.. jisung doesn't like you. he only likes you in the friend kinda way, he just wants to be friends with you. you look nice! smell nice, dress nice, speak nice..
jisung knows a lot more about you than his friends do. despite the fact that the two of you have never officially deemed yourselves "friends", he's always known little facts about you, as you him. the two of you have been going to school together for seven years, so the idea of not knowing anything about each other seems ridiculous.
you're a photographer, your favorite color is blue, specifically lighter shades, your favorite subject is history, your lucky number is 2 because of your birthdate being 02/02/02, your favorite flowers are daisies, you don't really enjoy sports, but if you were to choose one to play, it'd be baseball, and you want to go to college for journalism.
but jisung can't say that he likes you, because even if you two know all these things about each other, you've never considered yourselves "friends", all you do is admire from afar—
and when you do interact, it's just short and sweet sentences exchanged between you two, mostly because the both of you are so busy, that you can't afford to just stop and talk. sometimes, jisung wishes his life was just a little less hectic and he could stop and talk to you, because that's what he wants to do.
"what's with you?" jisung immediately yelps as chenle flicks his forehead, and he resists the urge to punch the older in the face. "gawking at y/n? really?"
"i'm not—" jisung hates that he feels his face burn. "i'm not gawking, i'm just.. i was just looking at him".
"looking at him with hearts in your eyes".
jisung scoffs at chenle's audacity, as if he wasn't doing exactly that a good few minutes ago. he would never admit it out loud before, so why should he admit it now? he'd never live it down if anybody ever found out..
"you know.." chenle begins, tapping his finger onto the desk in front of him. "you two would be a great couple" and the words are enough to make jisung roll his eyes once again. "a power couple!"
"power couple, really?" jisung raises an eyebrow, chenle never fails to say something that confuses him. he finds the words to be ridiculous, but his reaction just seems to make chenle even more giddy, because he continues;
"you have to listen to me!" chenle persists, and jisung is about to check out of the conversation completely.
"y/n is a photographer for sports journalism, you play soccer, you've known each for what.. ever? he's pretty, you clearly have the hots for him—"
"i do not!" jisung immediately yells in rebuttal, much louder than he wanted to. "yeah he's.. cute but anyone with eyes can see that, i'm not in love with him or anything".
chenle raises an eyebrow, suspicious, but jisung remains stubborn, crossing his arms as he averts his gaze from his best friend.
yes, you are cute, anybody with two functioning eyes can see that.
"i think park jisung might have a crush on you".
at the words, you look up from your camera, meeting eyes with your close friend, sungchan. you blink, as if dumbfounded, then snicker. "park jisung? are you trying to boost my ego or something?"
you know park jisung, you know about how probably half the students in this room dream of having a chance with him. so many people like park jisung, so many people want park jisung.
and if you think about it, you can't exactly blame them for that..
"don't laugh! i'm serious! he looked like he was about to devour you, did you see his eyes!?"
the words just get another laugh out of you, the words seem ridiculous in your eyes, because why would park jisung, beautiful, talented, striking park jisung have a crush on you? in your eyes, your pretty much nothing to him.
"okay.. why would park jisung ever be interested in me?" you ask, rearranging your camera as you raise an eyebrow at sungchan, who simply deadpans at you, that familiar 'are you serious?' look in his eyes.
"okay let me see, your smart, pretty, everyone likes you at this point, also— the two of you are pretty much perfect for each other! you'd be a power couple!"
you furrow your eyebrows, a power couple? you'd never heard that phrase used to talk about somebody your friends had been "shipping" you with, your not even sure if you can even consider yourself friends with jisung, because the two of you can never actually talk to each other without someone coming up and interrupting the interaction.
you'd love to just be able to talk to park jisung, just the two of you, one on one.
"power couple? that's funny.."
"you think everything is funny" ironically, you laugh at your friends words. "this could be like— your only chance at having an actual romantic connection with someone".
"i don't care that much about romance, chan" you muse, humming as you turn off your camera. your eyes wander over to jisung, who is very much distracted by something stupid chenle is saying, he's laughing about something, laughing hard too.
there is no reason for him to look so pretty as he laughs like a maniac..
he's cute, you say in your mind, he is absolutely adorable.
"WHAT DID YOU GUYS GET ON THAT STATISTICS TEST FOR SONG?" a boy from the same year and member of the soccer team along with jisung inquired. they sat on the bleachers in front of field, watching as the baton club practices. they have to practice this week, unfortunately, so jisung's schedule had become tight and packed, he barely had any free time these days, it was all exams, college tours, last minute extracurriculars, and practice, practice, practice. "i got a b plus" one of his classmates responds, the other responded; "i got a b on mine". jisung was very far removed from the current conversation, his eyes on a familiar trio of sports journalists on the other side of the field, a trio which included you, mesmerizing you. he sees you often these days, with that same dslr camera around your neck, a pretty smile stuck on your face.
"you, jisung! what score did you get?" one of his classmates asks, but jisung was occupied, so he didn't answer. a tap on his shoulder makes jisung snap out of his staring fit, and he blinks a few times, assessing where he is. "what?"
"we were asking about the marks on the recent statistics test!"
"ah" jisung presses his lips together. "i got an a plus" he says the words casually, but it causes for a cheer to be sounded by his fellow classmates, who shook him and slapped his back supportively.
"you're so smart jisungie!"
the praise from his classmates get a smile out of jisung, but he isn't focusing on that, his attention is on you. even with how your across the field, he can clearly see all of your features, the sun shining on your face makes you look majestic, like an actual angel, jisung isn't sure why he's even focusing so much on your face, but he can't focus on anything else, because his eyes just naturally always wander over to you.
"will this ever finish?" you inquire, pertaining to the baton club, who were still on the field even after they were supposed to get off. "i'm supposed to take photos of the soccer players for my editorials.." you mutter, it'd be horrible if you couldn't even deliver on the promise you made to your superiors.
"they're probably going to split the field" your fellow sports journalist, taehyun says. a small groan escapes your lips, you're annoyed, you hope this doesn't interfere with the photos you have to take, it'd be horrible if you just ended up doing the same thing all over again. "see? baton club is taking one side and the soccer team takes the main area because they need to start practicing now".
"they look so cute! i've always wanted to be apart of the soccer team!" lee sohee exclaims, and you turn towards him, a look of interest on your face. he attentively watches the boys, humming to the song that's playing. "why didn't you join them then?" you inquire, interest peaked.
sohee smiles at you, readjusting his camera and fixing his posture. "i enjoyed writing the editorial articles more" he shrugs. "wanted to try out but i missed the tryouts because eunseok hyung would have killed me if i missed anton's recital" at the words, you laugh, used to the behavior from the older boy.
"maybe next year".
"you'd fit in perfectly!" taehyun muses, and sohee brightens up, seemingly loving the words.
"really!? that's what seunghan tells me too!" he cheers at the words, looking proud of himself. "i'd look cute in that uniform though.."
you chuckle at sohee's word, finding him to be absolutely adorable. "yeah, you definitely would" you ruffle his hair, smiling at the giggle which sounds from the boy.
"i'm gonna go get a closer look at them" you say, motioning towards the soccer team. taehyun nods and watches as you get closer to the field, not super close, but close enough that your camera can capture a good view of the soccer team. you narrow your eyes, pointing your camera at the busy boys who are doing their usual routine, the viewfinder shows jisung in all his glory.
you take pictures, zooming in and out. you don't mean to put all the focus on jisung, he's just too alluring to not be the center of attention. he's such a natural, he's just so amazing, you can't not focus on him.
[click.]
and another shot, another one as jisung scores the goal. jisung's posture was perfect, his back straight, chin high as he wore an angelic smile. jisung hears the clicking of the camera, and looks to his left to see you, in the viewfinder you see jisung looking in your direction, you pause for a moment and notice a baton heading straight towards him.
"jisung watch out!" you yell, at the words, he tilts his head.
you quickly take the strap of the camera off your neck, throwing it until it landed right beside your fellow journalists, who looked as confused as jisung did. you ran as fast as you could, grabbing jisung's wrist and pulling him close to you.
the baton managed to hit the ground instead, and jisung shrieks as he loses his balance, toppling forward. he quickly grabs onto the closest thing to him.
you.
you lowered your arms to catch jisung, and you feel him hold onto the sleeves of your blazer, one of your arms on his stomach, the other on his waist. all his weight was in your arms, causing for you to lose balance too.
"shit—" you swear, falling onto your back. jisung fell on top of you, the grass tickling his skin. your back immediately hits the grass, and your head hits the ground softly, but your arms remain around jisung. jisung's hands were still on your arms, his upper body laid on top of yours, his head was buried into your shoulder, and he was sat in between your legs.
jisung takes a sharp breath, a look of worry quickly flashes in his eyes as he sees you. "holy shit y/n are you okay!?" jisung asks, pulling away from your prior position and you sit up, opening your eyes to meet his worried ones. jisung kneels, leaning closer to you as he cups your cheeks with his hands. "did you get hurt? is your head okay!?" he asks, or yells, turning your head to inspect for any signs of wounds. you just stare at him, his bangs that messily lay against his forehead, his eyes that glimmered under the sunlight, and his pink lips that you totally just want to lean over and touch with your own.
"yeah.." you whisper, your cheeks squished from the force of jisung's hands.
jisung stops turning your head and sighs. "are you sure?" he asks, still holding your face. you nod, placing one of your hands on jisung's, his are soft, yours are rough, you note. you move his hand and smile. "i'm alright don't worry" you respond, still holding jisung's hand. jisung pursues his lips, and he extends his hand out, pulling you up from the ground. you let go of his hand, dusting off your pants.
"jesus y/n" taehyun's voice sounds from behind you, and you finally glance away from jisung, eyes focused on your friend. "are you okay? your not injured are you?"
"i'm fine.." you mumble again, blinking as taehyun suddenly hands you your camera. ah, he'd picked it up for you. you take it, inspecting it to make sure it's not broken.
"is the camera okay?" jisung inquires, looking over your shoulder to stare at it.
luckily, it wasn't damaged because it had fallen on the soft grass. "it's still working" you respond, and the two boys beside you let out a sigh of relief, with taehyun placing a hand on his chest.
"jisung! come back here!" his coach quickly yells, jisung looks to you, then back to his teammates. "thanks, i owe you" he says before running back towards his group, fetching the soccer ball he'd left on the ground prior.
"wow your like a hero!" sohee exclaims, shaking your shoulder with a smile. you just let out a nervous laugh, scratching your arm. you give one last glance at jisung before you feel your face heat up excessively, so you quickly turn away, putting your camera back around your neck.
"we should go back in now" you say, you don't say any more words as you quickly make your way towards the doors. your friends blink, exchanging glances in confusion, but they quickly follow you back inside.
"y/n! wait up!"
jisung watches you three leave, feeling his heart racing against his chest.
what the hell just happened? he asks himself.
"jisung are you okay!?" a very familiar voice shrieks. jisung turns to meet his fellow teammate jooyeon, looking concerned as ever.
"i'm alright, thanks for asking" he answers, gaze lowering down to his nails, which he quickly starts picking.
"are you sure? you looked like you hit your head pretty hard" the younger boy, as always, just wants to make sure jisung isn't lying, he's genuine like that. he pokes jisung's forehead, as if he was inspecting him.
"seriously, i'm fine" jisung lowers his hand, giving him his default 'i'm okay' smile. "y/n cushioned the blow anyway.."
"you were so close to him!" jisung startles as keum donghyun comes out of nowhere. "how did it feel? was it like a dream come true?"
"i—" jisung is speechless, he closes his mouth and blinks a good seven times before even actually assessing the question.
how did it feel?
jisung doesn't know how to express it. he didn't want to think about it in that way because you'd just done such a good deed, you saved him from flying metal going straight towards his head, he shouldn't have been thinking about the lack of distance between you two, he shouldn't have been staring at your lips, and he shouldn't have been thinking about kissing you.
his face must be so unbearably red right now.
"don't ask that! it was just very abrupt.. also, i can't think of him like that! he saved me from a flying baton, i'm just grateful for him".
jooyeon hums in agreement, slapping donghyun's shoulder for him ever asking such a thing. "that's right, you should probably get him a token of appreciation or something".
jisung blinks, trying to imagine what he should ever gift you. he truly has no idea, he's not sure if he should go over and beyond, or just give you a little gift as to not intimidate you. "i can't really think of anything, i don't want to overwhelm him or something, he just wanted to do a nice thing.."
"i'm sure he'll be appreciative of anything!"
at the words, jisung just sighs, smiling.
what a hero, l/n y/n— you really are something, he thinks.
"yeah— i'll think about it".
"good! back to practice now!"
jisung doesn't think he will ever fully be able to focus on practice, though.
"YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE BEEN RAN OVER BY A TRAIN" the words from the older boy, yang jeongin, snap you out of your polaroid staring daze. you flinch just the slightest, eyes peeling away from the scattering pictures which litter your desk. you rub your eyes, clearing your throat as you quickly gather all of the photos on your desk, hoping the eye bags present on your face weren't completely obvious. knowing jeongin though, they were definitely obvious. "thanks for the kind words" you respond sarcastically, a small eye roll accompanying your words. the older boy snickers, situating himself beside you, a teasing smile on his face. he props his legs up, blinking at you. "seriously though, you look like you haven't slept in years, are you alright?"
"i'm as alright as someone looking to pursue journalism can be.." you mutter back, placing the photos which were previously on your desk into your backup, a small sigh escapes your lips. "all of my applications are still pending.."
"seriously? i assume you would've been accepted into any of those schools by now!"
"you know how it all goes, they get hundreds— heck, thousands of applications every day, i just have to be patient".
jeongin raises an eyebrow, then just shrugs at you, humming. "there's no need to worry, y/n, you'll get into a good school".
you chuckle at his words, he totally read your mind when it came to that. "i'm not worried about anything" you lie; "i'll be okay, i know".
but do you?
your absolutely tired the whole entire day, you tried your best to focus in your classes, but you couldn't help your head slipping down and the way you almost slipped off to dreamland whilst your teachers were asking you very much audible questions.
"did you sleep last night?" sungchan asks you in the middle of your afternoon break, poking your arm as if to wake up. "you look like a zombie.."
"i slept a few.. hours?" your tone is very much a questioning one, as if you didn't even believe your own words. "i don't know, i was too busy fighting with lin, apparently i'm not good enough at what i do to consider journalism".
paired with the lack of response to your several applications, you weren't having the best week, it was all becoming just a little too much for you.
graduation is just too far away..
"anyway! did you choose the photos you'll put in the editorial yet?"
you think, for a while. you felt as if you had stared at so many polaroids by this point, that they're probably going to start appearing in your dreams, with the lack of sleep, constant flashing of cameras and just news news news, you've really had no time to focus on other things.
"i haven't even found time to think about the editorial" you whine, a weary sigh escaping your lips as you think about how pissed off your higher up is gonna be if you almost miss the deadline once again. "is the deadline coming up?"
"well— is four days a close deadline for you?"
you gasp, loudly, almost throwing your camera across the hallway. "four days!? four days until the deadline seriously!?"
you usually aren't like this. you are usually very calm, cool, and collected, but your week has been just the definition of a shit storm, and everything just seems getting worse and worse.
"hey, it's okay!" sungchan immediately replies, hoping to reassure you. he places a hand on your shoulder, a smile coming to his face. "it's not like this is anything new, it'll all be fine, you only have to choose two pictures anyway".
you sigh, rubbing your temples. "yeah" you breath. "it'll be fine, fine" you repeat, nodding your head as you relax yourself.
the hallway is crowded, not crowded crowded, but crowded enough that you couldn't help but begin counting the heads around you.
your eyes get stuck on a familiar figure across the hall.
park jisung, smiling and laughing with his friends. you get lost in a trance of admiring him, even though you can clearly hear sungchan talking to you. all your attention is immediately on him, and a small smile spreads across your face as you observe him, being himself.
there is absolutely no reason for him to be so breathtaking while just talking with his friend!
you are so distracted, and you don't mean to get stuck in this little reverie as you stare at the boy that you totally do not have a crush on.
he hasn't really left your mind, instead of just floating around in there like he'd been before that whole prior incident, now he occupies a whole subsection of your mind in recent days. you could be with your other friends, and all of a sudden your mind would wander off to jisung, or you could be in class and he just pops into your head.
you never thought you'd be one to get distracted easily, but you've clearly been proven wrong by just the alluring aura of park jisung.
you startle when jisung turns your way, making eye contact with you. he smiles upon noticing you, his eyes practically lighting up, and he waves at you. your a little taken aback, but jisung doesn't wait to see you wave back, just turning back towards his friend and continuing his previous conversation.
"what was that?"
"what was what?"
you quickly look over at sungchan, who had just witnessed that whole entire scene. he looks at you like you just grew a second head, and your face begins to burn as the realization dawns on you.
"you and park jisung!?"
your quick to try and sputter out a response, but you shake your head, face excessively heating up, it's probably red at this very moment. "there is nothing going on between us!"
"that doesn't seem like nothing!"
you realize how guilty you look right now. with your red face and constant insistence that there is absolutely nothing going on, those are traits the guiltiest of people display, and it all just makes you look even more guilty with how your face gets even more red.
(you must look like you're dying right now).
"it's just a friendly exchange!"
"not while your looking at him with hearts in your eyes!"
he was completely calling you out, and he was right. you were staring at jisung like he was an angel that had graced your presence, you stare at him like he's a saint and everyone else doesn't matter, as if he's the only person in the room. "i— i wasn't! i was just zoned out and he just waved at me to say hi!"
sungchan narrows his eyes suspiciously at you, totally not buying it. "uh huh, sure" his voice conveys disbelief. "just know, i'm onto you y/n".
you nudge him in the shoulder, seriously wanting to change the topic. "yeah yeah whatever" you cross your arms as you mutter the words, you're sure if you take one more glance at jisung, you won't be able to look away, so you just clear your throat and walk the other way, face still red as sungchan teases you the whole entire time.
maybe if you glanced back, you'd see jisung watching as you left..
JISUNG WAS REALLY HOPING HE'D BE ABLE TO catch you before school dismissed. you two haven't genuinely had an actual talk since you saved him from the flying baton heading straight towards his head. all you two have done is give smiles, waves, and mutter small greetings to each other in the hallway. he had to admit, it upset him in just the slightest, because he really did want to just have a conversation with you (of course, he isn't exactly sure he'd be able to get through a conversation with you without blushing like a madman anyway), but your schedules just kept conflicting, so even catching a glimpse of you around the campus has become difficult for him to do.
he doesn't want to waste any opportunity he has in his hands—
"y/n!"
when jisung sees you across the hall, he realizes that he shouldn't take this chance for granted. you turn around at the call of your name, smiling as you see the others making his way towards you. jisung runs a hand through his hair, hoping he isn't making anything awkward. "jisung hi, do you need something?"
you smile politely at him, a smile so beautiful it seems like it could get rid of all the problems in the world. jisung loves your smile, he could stare at it for hours, is that creepy? he hopes it's not creepy..
"oh uh—" the words he'd been planning to say somehow get caught in his throat, but he clears his throat and proceeds. "i was wondering if i could walk you home?"
you blink, puzzled by the question. why would he want to walk you home? your mind begins to wander, trying to figure out why he'd want to do such a thing.
can't you just ask y/n? stop being an idiot..
"why?"
you don't mean for your words to come out that way, and you're almost afraid that you made jisung uncomfortable with your tone of voice, but he instead just smiles, squashing any of your bad thoughts. you love jisung's smile, you think it's underrated, so little people talk about it and the fact shocks you, you could probably compliment his smile for hours—
but that sounds just a little creepy.
"i just want to accompany you—" —and this is my only excuse to be around you— "do something nice for you after you did something nice for me".
the words make you pause. he's just.. so thoughtful huh? you've never heard of someone wanting to repay you for being nice, it's actually a little strange if you think about it.
"jisung you don't have to reward me for doing something nice.."
"it'd be great to walk with you, though, you make good company".
that's it? that's really it?
you're not sure why you're surprised about that, maybe it's just the idea that he literally searched for you just to say this, he truly just wants to walk you home, he truly just wants to spend time with you.
he thinks i make good company, just the thought alone is enough to make you giggle in your head. your inner thoughts sound ridiculous, but you can't help them.
"if you don't want me to it's totally oka—"
"no no no" you immediately cut into his sentence, hoping that didn't come off as desperate as it sounded. "i'm glad you offered to walk me home, i'd love to walk with you too".
you unsuccessfully try to mutter those last few words, a sudden shyness taking over you. jisung smiles, glad, no, elated at your agreement. he doesn't know why he's that happy, but he hopes it isn't clear and evident, he'd never live it down.
after bidding a goodbye to your friends, and telling sungchan you'd make sure to choose the photos for your editorials, you dragged jisung out of the school doors, much to your and jisung's surprise, as well as the shock of a few of your classmates, he made sure to eye the both of you suspiciously.
"what interested you in photography?"
a scene like this is something jisung thought he'd never get to, being able to talk to you, one on one. just the two of you sharing a simple conversation is what he's wanted for an uncharted amount of time, even with how straightforward it is, the two of you could never really find time to converse normally.
when jisung asks the question, you almost think you heard him wrong. he genuinely wants to know? in a way, you feel like you've always been just the slightest bit boring, yeah you wanna do journalism and love taking aesthetically pleasing photos but you've never considered what you do to be a talent by any means.
you pick at your fingers, looking down at the ground instead of at jisung. "it's an interest i picked up from my mother, i've always been shocked how she could just do that, you know? i love videography and stuff like that as well, i love how one can capture so much with just a single camera".
your words intrigue jisung, and he listened the whole entire way, not interrupting you once. he found a smile crossing his face at the clear display of passion for your creative work, he loves the way you put it into words. god if he didn't admire you before, he surely did now.
"what about you? you're pretty much good at everything, what drew you to the adrenaline rushing excitement of soccer?"
jisung pauses, allowing himself to let out a small snicker at the question. "i don't really enjoy soccer".
you raise an eyebrow. "oh?"
jisung laughs again, your tone of voice amusing him. "don't say it like that.. it's not that i hate it, i'm just not as into it like everyone expects me to be, i got onto the school team and i've been stuck there ever since" there isn't exactly distaste in jisung's tone, he just states it casually, like how it is. his voice is just simple, mundane, he doesn't dislike soccer, it's just not what he's looking forward to do.
you love his honesty.
"i'm into other things in a much more passionate sense, like dance, soccer is just a hobby" he finally finishes, pulling his sleeves over his arms as he avoids eye contact with you.
"so no professional soccer player park jisung?"
"i think i'll leave it to the other guy to be known for that".
you chuckle at his words, okay, he's funny (you knew that already, you just had to reiterate it in your head). god how can a guy be so perfect? you get why people are so into jisung, he's charming even without trying. you feel like the luckiest guy on earth knowing he asked to walk you home.
"y/n, i'm a very.." jisung pauses, as if trying to articulate the words he was about to say. "i really admire you a lot".
you almost lose it.
park jisung, beautiful, talented, hardworking park jisung admires you? he is an admirer of yours? you don't even know what to say, you try your best to sputter out a response but your brain is practically malfunctioning. your face goes red, and you go silent for a few minutes.
"i don't get it" is what you say, and jisung just cocks his head towards the side, observing you. "what's so admirable about me?"
"do you want a list?"
oh i'd love that. "i don't think you should waste your time".
"i wouldn't be wasting my time" jisung smiles, his gaze focused on you and only you, there's a way he's looking at you that keeps you still, unable to look away from him. "i never get the chance to tell you, i'd love to talk about everything i admire about you".
when did jisung get so bold? he'll never know where this random confidence came from, but he has an opportunity, he can't let it go to waste. he has to bring it up to you.
"what i do is nothing incredible—"
"i would disagree".
you should be angry that jisung interrupted you, but you found yourself smiling at his words. he's so generous, he doesn't have to tell you this, he doesn't have to compliment you like this, but he's doing it on his own accord, he wants to.
"okay then.. is it a good time to tell you that i also feel the same?"
jisung's ears go red, so red that it looks like smoke is gonna start pouring out of them. he is shocked, absolutely speechless. you admire him? does that mean he's gotten it all wrong these past few years? does that mean you return his feelings as well—
wait what?
"oh really?"
the prior confidence jisung had when telling you about his admiration has now all fizzled away, his voice almost cracks as he tries to register your words, and thank god it doesn't.
"it's kind of like what you said, you're amazing, a very admirable person, i know you don't really think of yourself like that but i do, and it's nice to be able to tell you up front".
jisung remains silent, but you don't mind, you just give him a smile and continue walking forward, allowing for him to catch up to you.
"is that actually true?"
"why would i lie to you?" you turn around, your whole body facing him. you begin walking backwards and wait for jisung's reply to your question. "don't give me that look".
jisung frowns, a playful one, he sends you a cute little glare that makes you giggle. he's absolutely adorable, you think in your head, he's the cutest person ever right now.
"you admire me?"
"yep".
"more than i admire you?"
"definitely, and don't even try to argue with me".
jisung opens his mouth to do exactly that, but you stop, turning around as you make it to the front of your house. "okay well, thank you for walking me home, ji".
jisung raises an eyebrow, noting down the nickname in his head. it's a common nickname, but he loves the way it sounds coming from you, he loves that you didn't just drop his full name.
"it's no problem.."
"i—"
you're cut off by the sound of the door opening, and your met with the face of your mother, whose face immediately brightens at the sight of you. you smile at her, and jisung just kinda stands there awkwardly.
"hi honey" she wraps her arms around you, and you let her, leaning your head onto her shoulder. "i thought you were staying late today?"
you shake your head. "not today, it's friday remember?"
"ohhh, yeah".
jisung glances down at the ground, playing with his feet. he doesn't know what to say, he doesn't want to interrupt the conversation you're having with your mother—
but he doesn't have to say anything, because your mother pipes up.
"oh! and who might this be?" she narrows her eyes at jisung, cogs in her brain seem to turn but then she snaps his fingers and gasps, seemingly getting it. "oh my god! park jisung?"
jisung smiles, a little laugh escaping his lips. "that is me".
"holy, you've changed so much? the last time i saw you you were barely up to my knees!"
at the sound of your mothers words, you give jisung a teasing stare, one which he quickly turns away from. "you and y/n are finally friends? i was wondering when it'd happen.."
your face goes bright red at the words, and an awkward chuckle escapes your lips. "seems he was too, he always talked about it—"
"haha! what!? that's hilarious mom!" you quickly cut in, not wanting her to talk about your former ramblings about park jisung, park jisung who was right beside you. "yeah okay, jisung i'll see you monday?"
jisung nods, a little too desperately for his liking, luckily you don't notice. "yeah, monday, have a good weekend, y/n".
you smile, blood rushing through your cheeks. "be safe".
he gives a small wave and turns around, beginning the walk back towards his home.
"he's such a nice kid, you sure you're just friends?"
your jaw pretty much drops, and you give your mother a look you don't think you've ever shared with her before. "yes! just friends!"
"hmm, sure".
"WHO ARE THOSE FOR?" CHENLE asks as he immediately notices the goodies in jisung's hands. he raises an eyebrow suspiciously at his best friend, examining the bouquet of flowers and box jisung held. jisung ignores him for a couple of minutes, placing the box in his locker and closing it behind him. "for someone" he just replies, hoping he could just remain vague instead of telling chenle about his true plans. the older narrows his eyes, clearly curious about this 'someone'. he flicks jisung in the forehead, resulting in a yelp from the other, who glares. "ow! what was that for?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows and rubbing his forehead, a frown now coming to his face.
"what you're hiding stuff from me now?" chenle rolls his eyes at jisung's frown. "who are those flowers for? you got a boyfriend or something?"
chenle was right in assuming it was a boy that was making him go crazy, but you aren't his boyfriend (not yet at least, he's trying, really). he doesn't want to exactly divulge his plans to his nosy best friend yet, just because he'd go around telling everybody he could about what jisung was doing, he didn't want anything to be spoiled.
"they're for.. y/n".
jisung winces the moment he says those words, because chenle goes absolutely crazy.
"FOR WHO!?"
jisung is quick to slap a hand over chenle's mouth, glaring at him for how loud he said those words. "could you be any more obvious?" he asks, gritting his teeth as he continues to glare at his shorter best friend, whose eyes just widen even more. "yes they're for y/n—"
"what are you two dating now?" chenle doesn't care about anything jisung has to say, he slaps his hand away and stares in interest, wanting to know more.
"no! were not dating! it's just—" jisung pauses, how is he even gonna explain this without looking super guilty? blood rushes through his cheeks as he thinks about it, about how these are your favorite flowers, about how you might react. "i wanted to get him something nice! he did a good thing and.."
and i am just so in love with him, i think i might be going insane.
"i just want to do something nice!"
"okay but are you doing something nice or are you getting ready to ask him out?"
jisung's face goes a dangerously red color, and he immediately shakes his head, denial coursing through his veins. "i'm not going to ask him out, i mean— i get why you think that but it's not what it looks like!"
chenle raises an eyebrow, staring at his totally lovestruck best friend. "it sure does seem to be what it looks like".
"chenle—"
"look, jisung, there's no need to deny that you have such an obvious crush on y/n" chenle states like it's a matter of a fact, because it is, they both know it very well, he's better at assessing jisung's feelings than jisung himself is. "he thinks your cute, you think he's cute, you two just need to ask each other out".
"um.." jisung presses his lips together, the two falling into a weird silence. he clutches the daisies in his hands, thinking about you, but he shuts off his thoughts to respond to chenle's little analysis of him.
"i just don't know where we stand, i mean we're barely even friends".
"you two are pretty much already more than friends considering he can't talk to you without looking like he's about to devour you whole".
jisung's face must be an astonishing shade of red right now. "it's not—! i don't know how to explain it okay!?"
"yeah and how are you gonna explain the flowers?" chenle points at the daisies jisung is practically squeezing to death. "other people are probably gonna get another idea".
"well i'll let them think what they want" jisung responds, his only focus is you, who cares what other people think? your his main priority. "y/n is my main focus, i don't care about what other people are saying".
chenle chuckles at his response, oh park jisung is so down bad, he's so in love with you, a kind of love chenle has never seen him have for another person. yes park jisung, love avoiding extraordinaire, is head over heels in love with a boy, chenle cannot believe it.
"okay jisung, go ahead with your wooing y/n mission or something".
at least chenle is supportive.
jisung has to go through so many interrogations to explain to your fellow photographers why he's giving you flowers, while a few of them just shrug and get it, the rest of them make sure to eye him suspiciously while he goes on with his explanation and bright red ears.
he knows most of them probably won't keep their mouths shut, and jisung knows that you told him he shouldn't get you anything for preventing him from getting any future brain damage, but jisung disagrees, he thinks you deserve gifts.
"who are those for?"
your brain doesn't register the flowers, or the connection that they have with your not-so-secret admirer, you just stare at them puzzled. "they're for you!" sohee yells from somewhere else in the room, focused on another important thing.
your eyebrows furrow, and you blink as you stare at the daisies on the table. daisies are your favorite flowers, but everyone knows that! these could be from anyone! you're no stranger to getting random gifts from people, so these could really be from anyone.
but you only have a certain person in mind..
"from who?" you ask, but you really already know who, considering the knowing look sohee sends to you.
"jisung".
of course, you say in your head, your fingers trace the packaging of the bouquet, admiring the pretty flowers before you (the pretty flowers given to you by a pretty boy), a small smile comes to your face as you think about it. you told jisung not to get you anything, but he obviously wasn't going to listen to you, he's made that very clear.
"did he tell you anything?"
sohee doesn't spare you another glance, but you can just tell he's grinning like a madman with the way he's clearly trying to hold in his laughter. "he just told me to make sure to get them to you, he was very insistent".
the teasing tone of your friends voice doesn't go unnoticed by you, and your barely able to stifle your laugh, not at sohee exactly, but at jisung's actions.
of course he didn't listen when you said for him to not get you anything, he remembered what your favorite flowers are, did he spend his weekend thinking about it? you wonder what kind of florists we must've went to.. your mind races with just jisung thoughts, and you're just so lost in them that you don't realize your zoning out.
oh park jisung, why do you have to be so sweet?
"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO?" YOU immediately ask the moment you come across park jisung in the hallway. the boy blinks, smiling at the sight of you, his face practically brightens at the sight of you. "what do you mean?" he inquired innocently, a small tilt of his head adding to his question. you send him a glare, not a serious one, but it's still a glare. you can't even believe his audacity, for him to look at you with such beautiful eyes, make your knees feel weak without even having to do anything? park jisung is just such a crazy man, you don't know if you can stare at him any longer, you might end up passing out from heat exhaustion (the heat from your face, of course, something that's become so normal for you when around park jisung).
"don't 'what do you mean?' me, i told you not to get me anything!" you complain, lightly shoving jisung's shoulder. "seriously, i said it was fine.." you mumble those words, but jisung just smiles.
"i wanted to get you something anyway, i needed to show you my appreciation somehow".
but just your admiration is enough appreciation for me, just you being around is enough, just you is enough.
your own thoughts weird you out on occasions.
"i told you not to—"
"but i wanted to, it's fine y/n, seriously, just accept my gesture".
you bite your inner cheek, he just always has to be nice, doesn't he? your cheeks flare up and you swear your face goes a shade of red you've never seen before, how does one boy even affect you like this? you don't think you've ever acted like this around any of your other admirers ever..
"ah" a small smile comes to your face. "thank you" you whisper, you're not sure why you get so shy all of a sudden.
"it's no problem" jisung responds, a smile coming to his face. he closes the door to his locker, and then leans onto it. "walk with me?"
you blink, jisung really likes walking with you, huh? is this gonna become your thing? you wouldn't really mind when you think about it.. you enjoy walking with jisung, you just enjoy any time you can spend with jisung.
"what's with you and asking to walk with me?"
"walking with you is just.. nice".
"do i ease your stresses or something?"
your tone is meant to come off as teasing, and your question is mostly unserious, you don't register how you sound like your flirting with jisung, probably because everything just feels so natural with jisung, you love how you feel around him, it's confusing to explain.
"i guess you could say that" jisung's response snaps you out of your jisung focused thoughts, thoughts which are difficult to not get stuck in considering park jisung is constantly occupying your mind these days. "anyway, can you walk with me?"
you pause, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek. you have class in twenty minutes, and you don't really want to walk back all the way with only five minutes left to make it to class. "i don't know.. chen might kill me".
"please?"
that catches you off guard, you seemingly forget how to think for a second. jisung really wants to walk with you so bad, he's reverting to that easily convincing voice of his? you'd be an idiot to say no, you'd be an idiot to deny anything given to you by park jisung, you sigh in your head.
"okay, fine".
a smile of victory places itself on jisung's face, and he takes your hand, to your own surprise, as the two of you begin making your way down the hall. you wanna bring it up, but you don't want him to let go of you, so you don't. your face goes a bright shade of red, jisung doesn't seem to mind, or maybe he's always wanted to hold your hand, you aren't sure.
you focus way too much on it, on the way it feels, how jisung's soft hands contrast your rough ones, how warm his hands are, you don't want to let go, you don't want him to let go. god, you feel like such a loser, freaking out over a boy holding your hand.
but it's not just a boy, it's park jisung, park jisung makes you feel things you thought you'd never feel before..
"why do you seem so worried?" jisung chuckles, his hand holding yours. he nudges your shoulder lightly, raising an eyebrow.
"because, i don't wanna be late".
jisung snickers, not making fun of you, though, he hopes you don't think that. "have you never skipped a class before?"
your eyes widen as large as saucers, model student park jisung has skipped classes? a small chuckle escaped your lips. "no, i could never bring myself to, it always made me feel strange.."
now it's jisung's turn to look surprised, you laugh again, why does he assume you skip classes? or have even attempted to skip? you wonder what goes through his mind. "are you serious? you've never tried to skip before?"
you scoff, pinching his arm. "i tried to once in the sixth grade because of a dare from friends, but i literally couldn't do it, they called me a wimp for the rest of the year".
"aww sad".
"don't give me your fake pity, also— you've skipped class before!?"
jisung chuckles at your surprise, giving a small smile. "it was a few times as a sophomore, some classes are just so boring i can't resist".
"wow, model student park jisung skips his classes? i cannot believe the information that has been bestowed upon me".
the words, paired with your sarcastic tone made jisung let out yet another snicker, he hopes he's not overdoing it in your eyes, you're genuinely just a very funny person. "oh no! don't use this secret to tarnish my pristine reputation!"
"you're such an idiot".
a cute idiot.
"be quiet, you still love me" jisung rebuts, adding a small nudge to your shoulder along with his words.
it's weird to say, but you like this. even with your totally non-romantic feelings for jisung, you find this nice. is this what dating him would be like? you get to hold hands and joke around in the halls without a care in the world? you think you'd enjoy that, you'd enjoy dating park jisung.
wait what?
you snap out of your thoughts when jisung stops, so you stop too. he lets go of your hand, and you resist the urge to frown, because you don't want to come off as desperate. (but you are desperate, you're so desperate, having park jisung hold your hand was so nice, you want him to hold it again).
"this is my stop, thank you for my walking with me".
the words are simple, basic, but you find your face heating up at them anyway. you clear your throat, not wanting to stay silent any longer. "it was no problem, i couldn't disagree anyway".
jisung laughs, he is so pretty, so pretty without even having to do anything significant. "of course you couldn't" he looks down at his feet. "anyway! have a good day y/n, don't be late to your next class!"
you blink as you watch jisung walk into the auditorium for his next class, you watch as he walks away, standing there for what seems like forever. how could a guy, just a guy affect you so much? what is it with park jisung and making you stop in your tracks? he's mesmerizing, just so easily draws you in.
your eyes widen as you realize the time, you're going to be late for your next class, mr. chen is going to kill you!
and as you totally sprint down the hallway to get to your next class, your mind is racing with thoughts of park jisung the entire time.
"AM I NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND?" YOU CAN practically hear the pout in sungchan's voice as he said those words. you place the extra polaroids on your desk, then glance up at your friend, who stares at you with an expression of defeat on his face. you raise an eyebrow, puzzled at what the actual hell he's talking about, he's always just bringing stuff up so randomly, you can't even keep up with what he's referring to now. sungchan just frowns, letting out a groan of frustration as plops down beside you, a small huff adding to his words. you chuckle at the way he decides to present himself, and he groans once again, very frustrated. "where is this coming from?"
"why didn't you tell me about you and jisung".
you pause, an expression of surprise comes to your face, your face which heats up astonishingly quickly. "me and jisung? me and jisung what? we aren't—"
"y/n there's no point in denying it, everyone already knows".
"everyone already knows what?"
"that you and jisung have a thing, it's fine if you don't wanna tell everyone but excluding me? your best friend in the whole entire world from the news?"
"jisung and i aren't dating!" you say immediately, clasping your hands together as you try to calm your rapidly beating heart. why do people even think that? yeah you like park jisung but how did people even reach the conclusion that you were dating? you're not even sure if jisung returns your feelings. "i don't even know where people got that idea.."
"so your constant yearning stares and pitched up giggles are all not apart of that?"
"i don't—" you are definitely showcasing all guilty characteristics, your red face, your shrill voice, and your very obvious lying, sungchan sees right through you, anyone would be able to. "yearning stares are stupid i don't do that!"
"yeah, sure y/n" sungchan sighs, and you groan, screaming into your pillow. "i'm not trying to be mean or anything, but it's disgustingly obvious that you're into jisung, and i mean in a cringy way".
you gasp in offense, turning away from your best friend. you want to remain stubborn, but you can't, of course you can't, how can you even deny your feelings for jisung anymore if other people can now tell that you like him? your face heats up in embarrassment, and you cover your face with your hands. "is it really that obvious?" you mutter, hoping the answer isn't what you think it is.
"yeah, very, i wouldn't even be surprised if the two of you were actually dating and this was a little trick of yours".
sungchan points at you, an accusatory look in his eyes, but he immediately lets it go, because he knows you, and he can tell that you are telling the truth. you don't even have the courage to look at him, still covering your face with your hands. "have you not told jisung how you feel yet?"
your silence tells sungchan everything he needs to know, and the look he gives you is absolutely criminal.
"YOU HAVEN'T!?"
"i haven't found any time too!"
"how much time have you been spending around jisung these days!? you haven't even tried to bring it up to him!"
you let yourself fall to the side, half your body hanging off your bed. "i don't know how to" you whine, mind immediately rushing to thoughts of park jisung, thoughts you probably shouldn't be having. "it's awkward!"
"well i'm sure jisung feels the same with the way he always has to resist the urge to kiss you in the hallway".
"with the way he WHAT!?"
the words are enough to make you rise from your formerly fallen state, a look of astonishment on your face. did jisung really return your feelings? or was sungchan just trying to start something that would end up absolute humiliation?
"y/n, not trying to be rude or anything, but it's so obvious that jisung wants to date you, he doesn't even have to say it for everyone to know!"
you feel like you just discovered the secrets of the universe with those words, park jisung likes you? like likes you likes you? once the realization dawns on you, you gasp loudly.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!? OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SUCH AN IDIOT UGH!"
sungchan watches you freak out, he truly can't believe that he had to tell you for all of it to finally set in.
it's actually pretty funny, and he snickers as he watches you go absolutely ballistic.
"HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N?" JISUNG ASKS the first recognizable person he sees in the hallway. he hasn't seen any seniors anywhere for a while, but that's because the days keep getting warmer, meaning graduation keeps getting closer, most of the seniors only take two classes and then go on to do their extracurriculars, so they don't really have to spend the whole entire day at school, but it's weird today because he usually always sees you, even when he isn't purposefully looking for you (which has become a common thing for him to do, he's just loves the time he can spend with you). he hopes you aren't absent, because today is friday, and if he doesn't tell you his important news now he's going have to wait an extra two days.
"y/n? uh..." the unfamiliar boy pauses for a moment, as if thinking, and jisung is hoping that it isn't the worst, because he really needs you to be here today. "well i'm not sure where he is actually! probably with his other photographers".
"but he's here right?" jisung doesn't care if he comes off as desperate, his only focus is you, you are his main priority, he doesn't care about the impression he's making on others, he can truly only think about you at the moment.
"yeah! i'm just not sure where exactly!"
"okay thank you!"
the guy gives him a strange look, a mix of teasing and giddy, but jisung walks off too fast to see it, he's set on finding you. he doesn't exactly know where he's supposed to go, he's just hoping to somehow spot you and be able to get you alone.
"what are you rushing for?" chenle comes out of nowhere, noticing jisung's urgency and the way he's clearly focused on something specific strikes him as odd, but he already has an idea of what's making jisung so fidgety. "you're gonna confess your love to y/n or something?"
"yes, actually i am chenle, it'd be great if i could find him, though".
maybe it's jisung's surprising honesty, or the way his main priority is you. chenle finds it amusing how quick the switch flipped, but it's also kind of cute. the usual pessimist, mr 'i don't really care about love' park jisung is down bad for a boy, it's adorable. "have you tried the photography room?"
"where do you think i'm heading?"
chenle chuckles at jisung's attitude, simply smiling and pulling his cheek. "alright then! don't forget to tell me how it goes!"
jisung doesn't spare chenle another glance, just turns back around and focuses on the task at hand, finding you and telling you how he feels.
jisung wonders how you'll react, based on what he's seen, it's not completely guaranteed that you'll reject him, it's probably more likely that you return his feelings rather than don't. does that make him horrible? thinking because you've exhibited the traits of someone who has a crush that you have a crush on him?
maybe you don't like him and he's letting it all get to his head, it all just seems too good to be true.
jisung doesn't even have to go all the way to the photography room, because he bumps right into you whilst on his way there, and a small yelp escapes your lips. "oh my god.. sorry!"
jisung cannot contain his excitement, and his nervousness. there is absolutely nothing to be nervous about, this is y/n. kind, understanding, charming y/n, it's not like he's going to scream at you for telling him you like him. it’ll all be fine.
"it's alright" you whisper, shaking your head for a moment. "i was looking for you" you immediately say, not allowing for jisung to speak before you.
jisung's eyes widen. you were looking for him? it makes his brain go haywire, figurative cogs in his head turning. "that's ironic, i was looking for you too".
jisung swears he can see the red coloring on your cheeks, but he doesn't say anything about it.
"i have to tell you something".
the two of you say that sentence in unison, the same amount of anxiety coursing through your veins, the same red hue on your cheeks, the same look of surprise in your eyes. "you can go first" you whisper, picking at your fingers, you aren't exactly sure if you want to hear what he's about to say.
"are you sure? it seems you have something more important to say.."
"it's fine! really, i can just say it after yo—"
"i'm in love with you".
the words strike you like a punch to the gut, a slap to the face. your stomach drops, your face is burning horribly, and your legs feel like they're about to give in. you cannot believe it, you hope you don't pass out, you hope you don't just die right here, that'd be so embarrassing.
park jisung is in love with you. beautiful, talented, model student park jisung who you've never truly known how you felt about is in love with you. you are so happy, giddy, and it disgusts you, but the disgust is quickly replaced by the feeling of joyousness. park jisung is in love with you, he feels the same way.
"jisung, i'm—"
"it's okay if you don't return my feelings i just wanted to tell you!" is that really what he thinks? that you don't love him back? he must be crazy, you've only ever exhibited reciprocal feelings. "i'll be off now!"
"no! don't go!" you grab jisung's wrist before he can walk away. smart move y/n, you're acting so natural right now. "i just, i return your feelings! i just don't know how to explain it, also my hands are very sweaty right now and i feel gross.."
you let go of jisung's wrist and feel your face get unbearably hotter. it's embarrassing, you feel so embarrassed, but it's park jisung, and jisung just stares at you lovingly. you're so cute, how did it take him this long to tell you how he felt?
"you're so cute".
jisung doesn’t even realize he says the words until you give him that look, and your red face just makes him giggle more. "this isn't— that is not fair! i was supposed to confess first!"
"you're the one who told me to go first!"
"i didn't know you were going to tell me you liked me! i prepared a whole sentence for you and everything!"
you whine, covering your red face with your hands. jisung removes your hands from your face, and a small smile graces his pretty features. he's absolutely gorgeous, he has such a pretty smile, you have the sudden urge to tell him about it. "your smile is beautiful".
now it's jisung's turn to become the red faced lovesick fool. "ah, really?" he responds, voice shaky, hands even more shaky, but they're so soft, your mind always reminds you to note that.
you hum in agreement. "it's very pretty, i can't believe more people don't talk about it".
"well you can talk about it, aren't we technically dating now?"
the question makes you pause. you feel like your about to go insane, you're dating park jisung? park jisung is your boyfriend? this is like a dream come true, a dream you thought would stay a dream and only a dream. "dating? dating! yeah yeah!"
your natural act is not natural at all, you are very nervous, so nervous you feel like your about to collapse onto the floor. "there's no need to be so nervous.."
you groan. "says you!"
"alright y/n" jisung lets go of your hands, much to your dismay, because you frown. he takes note, and reaches over to grab your own once again, intertwining your fingers. "we’re dating, you don't have to go red faced every time i compliment you now".
"but it's you, how do i not?"
jisung sighs, leaning forward and pressing a small peck on your lips. oh he is such a stupid little—
"why would you do that!?"
"i'm sorry!" jisung giggles, he was definitely not sorry. "it was an instinct, i had to!"
"you— ugh!"
park jisung can't just not make you nervous, he's such a crazy man.
one that you love, of course.
"I THINK I LIKE THIS ONE THE MOST.." JISUNG states, admiring the polaroid photos which litter the desk. you hum at his words, rummaging through the box on the counter, you are very much focused on finding that estranged camera taehyun had pointed for you to find. your boyfriend glances up, looking over your shoulder, silently watching as you get frustrated about this stupid camera you couldn't find. "which one?" you inquire, glancing over at him. jisung holds up the polaroid, a picture you'd taken of you and sungchan at the beach when you were nine. a pretty photo, you aren't even sure how you pulled it off. "ah, that is a pretty one" you whisper, and you smile the moment jisung smiles. his smile is so pretty, a cute stretch which is enough to make you smile, even if you feel down.
"what’s with your face?"
"searching for this old camera is pissing me off" you remark, knowing that you have to search for this is just making you even more mad, why do you have to pack the photography room right before graduation? you hate it. "who even left it in here?"
"a former student maybe?"
you close your eyes, sighing. "i need this to be over so much more quickly" you complain, and jisung just laughs at your misery.
"we graduate in a week, y/n, just be patient" the younger pokes your cheek, then he cups your face, trying to make your frown disappear. "an old camera is not the end of the world".
you glance down at jisung's lips, then narrow your eyes. "are you trying to seduce me?" you question, raising an eyebrow.
"no?" jisung responds, adding a small tilt of his head to his words. "do i sound believable?"
"not at all" you say, pushing jisung's hands away and looking back to the box in front of you so you can continue to scour for this camera you have to get for your friend. you continue to search through the box, trying to find this old dslr camera for your friend. "so don't distract me".
"i'm not!" jisung whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin onto your shoulder, watching you try to succeed at your mission of finding a camera. "you don't want to give me, your lovely, amazing boyfriend attention?"
you merely roll your eyes at jisung, he's so annoying (in a cute way), you're about to call chenle to drag him away from you, but you also don't want him to let go of you, his arms around your waist make you feel safe, loved, park jisung makes you feel so loved.
"i found it!" you shriek, victory soaring in your voice. "fucking finally".
"okay so can you give me a kiss now?" jisung asks, puckering his lips and leaning closer to you.
he's so desperate, and you are too, it's adorable, park jisung is adorable. "hmm" you pretend to think about it, an inquisitive look making it's way to your face. "nah".
"y/n! that's not fair!" jisung whines, shaking you with his arms that are still around your waist. he frowns, trying to give you his best puppy dog eyes.
you almost give in, but you push him away, taking the camera you'd been searching for. "later, babe".
"you said that this morning!"
you sigh, turning around to stare at the pouting park. the cute pout remains on his face, how can you ever resist him? you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, ruffling his hair. "there, are you happy you big baby?"
"you could do better".
"uh huh, and you could be patient".
jisung frowns once again, but it's not a serious one, just the cute one he likes to do when he pretends to be mad at you. "don't be mad, you know i love you".
jisung does know, he knows that very well. he smiles at you, he's so in love with you, and not even in an embarrassing way, there's nothing embarrassing about this, he feels joyful, a sense of euphoria overtakes him whenever he’s with you.
"i know, i love you too".
and he isn't lying when he says that.
because he truly does.
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mr lover [ ben chilwell ]
— right where you left lover girl sequel, this takes place two years later!
[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — ben chilwell x singer!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °. *
[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — romance, mentions pregnancy, google translated french . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °. *
࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ clearing my drafts again 😵💫 if you ask me, i’m obsessed with singer!reader fics lol
this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.
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You're favorite pairing is Luffy and Law? Mine too! I love the Luffy and Law moments in every One Piece media. Yes, I'm a girl who secretly loves this pairing. In Film Red, my most favorite part of the movie is the dynamic chemistry between Luffy, Law, Bartolomeo, and Bepo. It'll be hilarious if Law and Bartolomeo has unexpected encounter. At first Bartolomeo ignored Law and Bepo, only for the polar to jump in comical style. 😊😂
Fellow Lawlu lover hello! ❤️
Yes, Law and Luffy are my hands down OTP like to the point I literally forget who I shipped before them xD. Something about mutual saving of lives and two people who understand loss and what it’s like to be unable to save those you love. Law was there for Luffy in his darkest hour and Luffy helped Law accomplish his goal of defeating Doffy and finally getting revenge for Cora.
I also am a sucker for the golden retriever/black cat energy and sun/moon pairing of these two. They just complete each other and make up for the other lacks. Luffy is the light in Law’s darkness and Law helps ground Luffy. I could go on and on about all the reasons I love them both as individual characters and together but I will stop there.
Their dynamic has infinite possibilities and you can make them fit into basically any story or AU. I enjoy them as top law/bottom luffy, top luffy/bottom law, and switch law/luffy.
Film Red is so funny Law is just having a rough time there. Barto has such a funny dynamic with Law like I think he’s def jealous of him and his closeness with Luffy, even refusing to feed him until he says it’s for Luffy in the anime. Law lowkey annoyed that Barto worships Luffy, I think he’s a little jealous too hehe. Bepo is also just the most perfect fluffy bestie for Law and any interaction with him is always so cute. He loves his captain!
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honestly, it's so funny to me when someone tells me "don't use such hateful language Krishna wouldn't like it and u will be no better than these people"
like girl i never said i was a good person myself lol and i don't care if it makes me same as them but if i see a mf making r4pe jokes, defending violence against women and men, s3xually assaulting someone and talking smack about my lover Krishna, i will tell them to k/ll themselves, i will break their jaws and stab them if i need to and i will use the nastiest of the nasty disturbing as fuck nightmare fuel language to scare them away if i have to.
Would Krishna like it? probably not. Will that make me stop? no. I am sorry but i am ready to take a tour of hell for this if i need to. Heck, I'll even ask Krishna to take me there idc. I be like "arre aap hi le chlo yarr", but i will not stop because what the fuck u mean Krishna will accept me if i let someone get assaulted right in front of my eyes? no tf he wouldn't. He'd be disappointed damn. He'd rather gladly accept a murderer who killed a r4pist than a coward who wanted to follow fake kindness and dharma and sat there watching someone get assaulted.
Yeah i do feel bad after I'm done being a hater and a bad person. When i go to sleep i feel bad for all the bad words i said the whole day and the worst wishes i threw at those mfs cause i know at the end even i will get results of this Karma of mine but then i just go back to sleep and forget about it all the next day lol. I could care less about being a kind hearted soft spike sweet sugary pop person. it is out of syllabus for me especially in this economy. everywhere i see nowadays all i see is monsters and only monsters who think dark jokes are jokes about r4ping women and children, beating women and children, murdering women and children. all i see is monsters who believe it is very sigma alpha beta gama of them to call women bitches and degrade them every possible way. all i see is monsters who believe it's okay to throw hands at men since that's justifiable and monsters who make fun of men who got assaulted because god forbid a man did not enjoy someone putting their hands on his body without his consent.
I mean if we're all becoming monsters then at least I'll be a monster with some morals lol.
But anyways i wrote this whole post just to tell u my fellow haters that don't feel bad for being a hater because those people deserve the hatred. someone tells u to stop saying stuff like "ur God wouldn't like u talking like that" tell them to shut up and mind their OWN business cause MY GOD is MY BUSINESS and him liking or disliking my attitude is also MY BUSINESS. As long as I'm not hating people for literally no reason he don't care.
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Hallooo..
not sure if I'm doing this right... tbh, idek what to put on here. Anyhow, I've been writing for about two years now (YAY!!). I mostly write poetry although as I write this most of my posts are short stories of the fantasy variety. I like reading swoon-worthy romances so if you write anything that makes me blush and kick my feet like the teenage girl I am, I will follow you and maybe stalk all your posts. If you are the grammar police I must warn you that you will be forced to arrest me after reading my posts (I'M WORKING ON IT, not really tho).
I've been on Tumblr for idk how long but I keep ghosting the app (Life and whatnot) I'm craving community, especially with fellow authors, maybe ones with more writing experience (I am a newbiiieee). Guys... I swear I won't ghost again 🤭.
And here are all my labels for all my lovely people:
She/Her
WOC
Queer (bi or pan idek man this sexuality shit aint for the weak of heart)
Retired Stoner (Moved to a place where I can't smoke)
Raging bitch (Moved to a place where I can't smoke)
Capricorn Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising (Raging Bitch)
Not actually a raging bitch, just think it's funny (Please like me)
ADHD (Prone to run on sentences and overusing parentheses)
Chronically misunderstood (Capricorn)
Very Annoying (Sagittarius Moon)
Certifiably Woo-Woo (Hence the astrology references)
Not Funny (I think I'm hilarious and spent 5 minutes straight laughing at this little section)
Current WIPS
To The Stranger Who Stumbles ~ A collection of poetry written during a time of my life when I was experiencing some intense change and coming to terms with certain childhood events that were... not so fun.
Genre: Poetry
Word Count: 5953
Stage: Beta Reading (message me if ur interested)
The Mad ~ Mildred the Mad and her crew of dangerous and mythical women are charged with kidnapping and delivering the Seelie Prince to the Unseelie kingdom. But with every plan comes complications, some in the form of brooding king's guards.
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Action
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Found Family
Current Word Count: 4434
Stage: ROUGH DRAFT and planning
P.S. My messages are open! Let's connect!
Published Works
The Hidden (w)Hole of a Heart ~ Literally my whole heart shat out onto paper. But seriously tho it's available on Amazon now and I would appreciate any support. In actuality, it's a story about a young woman (Yours Truly) coming to terms with her deeply feeling nature and Depression. The poems describe the heaviness of emptiness and the overwhelmingness of intense emotions.
Excerpts:
Haunted House
Feelings stick to my walls like ghosts,
How is an exorcism performed on a memory?
How do I let them pass through me?
An Apology to The Crone
Pressing my tiny fleshy palms to my ears,
I refused to hear the wisdom of the crone.
Her voice was scratchy with use,
As she warned me of my journey.
I’d close my eyes with every disaster.
The niggling feeling would whisper a wrong,
And I’d pray to God my feet were swift,
So, they could carry me away.
I’d refuse to harden,
Reasoning that beauty is only found in the soft.
I waited to be taken by my knight.
I never cared that the gleam in her armor was an illusion.
I stand unprepared for the cruel world.
Preserved in my maidenhood.
Having grown tired of disobedience,
The crone has abandoned me.
Only now do I see the clarity of your wisdom,
I will forever be sorry.
A Terrible High
on occasion
there are quiet moments
where minds begin to fill blanks
when small things grow
rock to boulder
smashing me against the ground
flat
nothing
2D
I’m nonexistent.
If I were nonexistent
the boulder would simply blow through
and I’d be nothing.
And I’d be okay.
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ryan mcmahon x reader
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authors note: k so this is kinda an all over the place fic but I had a lot of fun making it so ENJOY! @orangeinecstasy a fellow ryan appreciator, thanks for the brainstorming 🫡
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#ryan mcmahon fanfic#ryan mcmahon x reader#ryan mcmahon imagine#ryan mcmahon#inhaler oneshots#inhaler imagine#inhaler dublin#inhaler fanfic
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requested by anonymous: “also ma’am I am begging you to write something with Yeosang losing his vCard with reader. I’m going feral over the thought of corrupting Yeosang !!!”
m.list | ao3 | minors dni !! | please reblog my works and leave feedback ! ♡
wordcount― 9k
pairing― kang yeosang x fem reader
description― the two faces of one man, only one of them is a façade. yeosang rambles elaborate stories of his sex adventures with his group of friends, mostly so the stories get back around to you. the issue is that you believe them, and now he has to act like he’s actually done them.
content― reader and yeosang are in their twenties, virgin yeosang, losing of virginity, protected sex, comfort/fluff smut, friends to lovers, embarrassment, mocking, sexual list making lmao
note― hello my fellow gemini sluts, it is time to SIN. If you’re wondering if i proof read this, i did not and i will never.
Yeosang feels like an idiot, because he is an idiot. Weeks worth of rumors spread by his own mouth because of some dumb crush, and it’s coming straight back to bite him directly in the ass. Here’s the issue. He’s a virgin, but no one knows he is. In fact, they believe he is some sort of sex god sent straight from hell if his rumors are anything to go by.
Why did he spread the rumors? It’s not like he doesn’t want to have sex, it’s just kind of like, he never really got the chance. He’s made out, he’s had a hand job through his pants, but never has he touched a woman past the padding of her bra that hid the erect nub from him. He was always too nervous to go further, too nervous someone would walk in, or maybe he was just embarrassed and shy about showing his body to someone he liked for the first time. It was a bigger hump to jump over for him compared to his friends, apparently. When they always shared their sex stories, the mad crazy adventures and positions they’d been in with women and men alike—Yeosang started to just jump in with his own made-up stories.
He was a great liar, honestly. He got even better at it when he met you. You slowly entered into the friend group, and he would be sure to share as many made up fantasies as he could, though they had never taken place. Flirting had been replaced with lies in order to awe you, in case you somehow felt interest in a man who had sex 4 times in the span of two days with 4 different women. Again, he’s a “great” liar when he doesn’t have to prove it. But it appears you’ve taken an interest, raising a brow at him from time to time. San had told him that you were interested in him. Specifically in a story he told his friends about when he had the girl ‘crying his name’. You were there when he told that story, glancing to him and making brief eye contact before he stuttered his words. Sure, you liked Yeosang before all of the stories. He’s the whole reason you tried to push yourself into this friend group, you wanted to get to know him more, talk to him more, see him more. The sex thing kind of threw you off guard, not really thinking of him as the type to focus so much on it. When he started looked at you when he told his stories though, you thought, maybe? Maybe he’s interested in you? That’s why you talked to San, using one of the stories as a guise simply so you can have an excuse to hint about your crush.
Being in his early twenties, Yeosang embarrassed that he lied about having sex at all. Could he ever manage to have a woman crying his name? Could he really sleep with that many people in such a short span of time? His lies became more drastic before you showed interest, and that was when he realized that maybe he isn’t such a good liar. Some of the stories were probably believable, but the fact that he literally lives with two of the friends in the group, at minimum San and Mingi know he’s lying straight through his teeth.
“So, what are you planning to do now?” San says with a joking tone, smiling over at Yeosang knowing the man’s gut just hit the floor.
“What do you mean? She’s finally interested. I guess I’ll just ask if she wants to hang out?”
“No—” San laughs. “I mean what are you going to do about the fact that, y’know—”
Yeosang pauses and throws his face in his hands.
“Was I that obvious?” He groans, peeking at his friend through his fingers.
“Obvious that you’ve never been laid? Yeah.”
He shoots a glare over to his sharp-jawed friend who has clearly been laid more times than he could even imagine and then pulls out his phone.
“Idea.” Yeosang says shortly before a long pause. “Remember when I starred in that play in middle school?”
“Do not.” San scolds, shaking his head in a defeated way that causes Yeosang to smile in an evil sort of way. “Do not put on an act like you’ve done this before. She’s going to find out real fucking fast that you have no idea how to navigate a pussy.”
Yeosang huffs in offense. He’s confident he can play the part, surely he can if you believed at least one of his lies.
“I’m gonna.”
“Yeos—do not, I repeat, do not do that.” San stands to his feet in a fatherly stance, staring down at Yeosang as he sits comfortably at the table.
“I’m gonna do it and I’m gonna be great at it.”
A smack is heard, and while Yeosang winces, thinking maybe he’s just gotten the shit slapped out of him and the pain hasn’t hit yet, he realizes it’s just San smacking himself in the forehead. Probably from exhaustion and the fact that he has to mentally prepare to feel an immense amount of secondhand embarrassment from how this plan is sure to fail.
~
Yeosang cannot possibly play the part. You’d responded quickly to his invite to hang out and he realizes he didn’t give himself enough time to do research outside of the thousands of porn video’s he’s gotten off to. Time and time again he’s read that porn isn’t a representation of sex, but it’s all he knows. You’re coming to his place in less than an hour and San is just sitting at the kitchen table refusing to leave so he can be there for the disaster that’s going to happen.
Or maybe he’s just there because his best friend is losing his v-card and he wants to have drinks after? Who knows.
Mingi, of course, is in his room, paying no mind to the chaos outside of it. He prefers to vibe, he prefers to not meddle, and most of all, he would much rather be catching up on episode 953 of his favorite anime. Does he know Yeosang is a virgin? Nope. San tried to tell him the situation, and all he did was shrug and say ‘kk, im gonna go do something else now.’ Yeosang was more thankful than Mingi could ever imagine at his lack of care.
He’s got more important matters to tend to know though. Should he change into some sort of nice underwear like women usually do? Should he wear any at all? Fuck, condoms. He should have a hefty amount of those if his rumors are anything to go by, and unfortunately, he’s a fucking liar so…
“San!” Yeosang shouts in panic, running out of his room with his shirt hanging over his shoulder, because he was in the middle of taking it off in haste when he remembered that condoms are a must.
“What?!” San shouts back, running to the hallway with wide eyes, almost like he’s panicking with him.
“Do you have condoms?! I need condoms!”
“Bottom drawer.” San says with a relieved sigh, sauntering back around the corner and out of sight.
Yeosang moves quickly to San’s room, going straight to the bottom drawer that he’s never seen inside of and he instantly pulls back in terror. Sex toys. Tons, upon tons of sex toys.
He’s afraid to touch them, wondering if San is as clean with his toys as he is with his room. Instead of calling out for him to come into his room and grab the condoms for him, Yeosang opts to use the expensive pair of sunglasses San had recently bought and placed on the nightstand to shove the dildos and vibrators to the side.
Upon finding the box, lodged into the back of the drawer, Yeosang is faced with a new dilemma. The arsenal of condoms ranging from ribbed, to special lubed ones, to glow in the dark, to banana flavored. ‘Does she even like bananas?’ He questions to himself, scooping up a handful and running out of San’s room without even closing the drawer.
By the time he’s back in his room, he throws the condoms on his desk and gets back to dressing himself. Even though sex usually involves not being dressed, there’s gotta be a whole show of taking his clothes off right?
He’s so in his head in this moment that he nearly forgets he’s going to be having sex for the first time at all. His hands are sweating, his heart is beating a mile a minute, and then his phone pings.
You: Hey, I’m outside. Should I just come in?
Yeosang: Hold on, ill unlock the door :D
You smile at his stupid emoji, one that shows excitement towards you being around him at all. He was always smiling around you, with his soft cheeks and messy hair. You’d be lying if you said you expected this from him. A random text out of nowhere, asking if you wanted to come over? And when you’d asked who all would be there, he responded quickly with just a ‘no, I mean like—just us?”
Knowing what he meant, because you did tell San to talk to him for you, you’re a little nervous about possibly having sex with the Yeosang. The one who picked every girl but you apparently.
~
Yeosang forgets his list the moment you walk through his bedroom door. Passing by San was a little awkward for him, because he knows. The list was made by himself and San had revised it for him shortly before he texted you to invite you over.
1. talk
2. find window for kiss
3. makeout
4. touch boobs
5. take off clothes
6. blowjob???
7. penetration
His to-do list of sex is likely very different from yours. Thankfully, you didn’t see it. He briefly remembers San trying to add that he should definitely go down on you, but the very idea of trying to find where to go is terrifying to him. Does he just lick it? Suck it? Chew it? He’s seen it time and time again in porn, but the idea of putting himself between someone else’s legs makes his thoughts go empty, and he forgets it all.
He forgets everything the moment you’re in his room as a matter of fact, stuttering over his words and forgetting the entire list and the rules San laid out for him. He stands there awkwardly as his hands begin to sweat. You look so pretty and he wonders what you’re thinking about him in this moment. Do you even realize why he asked you over? What if you really thought it was just a hang out? What if you don’t want him like that?
Yeosang feels slightly relieved that he may not go through this after all. Maybe he can use this time to get to know you? To be honest with you about who he is, the things he likes, his favorite movies, music, foods—
“Um—” You go to say, still standing awkwardly at his door as he just stands and looks at you. You’re a little nervous being here with him alone, because it’s the first time you’ve had a one on one hangout with anyone in the group outside of San. The fact that you were drawn to Yeosang because he was quiet and polite until he had a few drinks hits a little harder when you’re alone. The silence making you feel invisible. “So—” You don’t entirely know what to say in this moment as you bring your eyes up to look at him.
“So—” He says at the same time, eyes dropping the moment you make eye contact and he turns quickly on his feet to fluff a pillow on his bed. “Movie?” He questions, turning his head to look at you as he fluffs it.
You look around the room as you nod, noting the condoms scattered across his desk. He must not be very secretive about what he does. You’d thought maybe those stories were just for the friend group but it looks like anyone who walks into this room will know what he’s been up to.
He notices you staring at them and internally curses himself for not shoving them in a drawer like a normal human being would. “Oh” he calls out, rushing over to the desk to scoop them up. “They’re there for you to pick from—” He pauses and pinches the bridge of his nose, stress overcoming him. “I mean, not for you.” Then he back-peddles again, worrying now that you think he really does have a train of women rushing through his door. He wants to smack himself when he sees your face twist to confusion. “Like, I mean, yeah, they’re for you but not if you don’t want to.”
He’s rambling and you’re still standing in place. You watch as he shoves the condoms into his pocket and shake his head, his words coming out clear this time.
“Y/n, really. I didn’t just bring you here for that, but the condoms are just here for precautions.”
He realizes he looks and sounds like an absolute whore. Which is fine, more power to whoever does this kind of thing. This issue is that, he’s never even been in a position to be a whore. The only thing he knows how to do is get himself off, and the idea of someone else doing it, completely naked, with their body has him kind of fucked up. The plan is failing, much like San said it would. He really imagined himself wooing you with a movie, and kissing you during the well-planned kiss scene. And then the rest would be history right? You wouldn’t be able to notice him stumbling if you’re focused on kissing him right?
“Yeosang—” You say, walking towards him and grabbing his hand, which was still stuffed into his pocket with the condoms. “This is the first time we’ve hung out alone, maybe we shouldn’t just, yknow…” You shoot him down, though of course you’re interested in him. “Maybe we should talk about it first?”
He knows he’s fucked if he has to talk about it.
“Talk about what?” He questions, pulling his hand away from you and fumbling to his bed.
“The fact that we like eachother? Unless—” You turn to look away from him, because maybe you do have it all wrong and he doesn’t have any type of feelings outside of getting laid again? “Unless, you don’t like me and you just wanna. . .”
“No!” He jumps back up from his bed, walking up to you and this time, grabbing your hands. “I do, I do like you. I’m just really nervous.”
“You thought I’d just sleep with you as soon as I got here?” You question him again, looking up at his confused expression.
“I—thought this is what, maybe, you wanted to do?” He looks a little defeated when he says it. You glance to look at his bed, which you assume was freshly made for you, and then back to him.
“I mean, yeah. But I’m not just one of the other girls? I actually like you Yeosang.”
He feels stupid. Sex at the front of his mind like any other man, forgetting the whole reason this is happening is because he wants to impress you. He isn’t impressing you, he’s embarrassing both of you. If you ever liked him before, surely you don’t like him now.
“I’m sorry.” He says clearly, pulling back from you again and wanting nothing more than to avoid you at this point. But the issue still stands, you’re in his room and he’s got a pocket full of condoms, and a plan that is crashing and burning. He sits back on his bed and avoids eye contact, almost waiting for you to turn and leave.
“Don’t be,” You say with a smile, walking over and hopping onto his bed next to him. “We can watch a movie, or we can sit here and talk.” You offer some sort of avoidance of his embarrassment; you feel for him in this moment. You remember your first time with someone being very similar to this. Wait.
You take a long moment to study his face and body language. His chest rises and falls in a way that you can tell he’s having a hard time calming his nerves. Your eyes trail down his body and you can see a semi-hard lump sitting beneath his pants. You look around the room, squinting at a list on his bedside table. A very vulgar and ignorant list. The condoms, the elaborate stories, the face San made when you’d mentioned the story Yeosang had told that drew you in. It’s clicking.
“Oh my god.” You say, looking at him with a smirk.
“What?!” He questions, turning towards you with wide eyes. In all honesty, he thought you’d seen a bug or something because boy, that would be even more embarrassing.
“You’re a virgin.” You laugh a little when you say it, so he doesn’t feel like he’s being attacked.
“Excuse me?” He defends himself, his body stiffening and you practically watch the semi-hardness in his pants fall. “I’m definitely not a virgin!”
“Yeosang.” You grab his hand and point your head towards the list sitting in plain view on his bed side table.
“Shit, shit.” He says in haste, reaching to snatch the paper and shoving it into the same pocket with the condoms. “That was just a joke, I—”
“Yeosang.” You say his name again, a bit shocked now that you’re truly realizing that this assumed sex god is nothing but a fraud. It kind of makes you feel relieved, the idea of living up to all of these women who created memories worth telling for him was a bit suffocating to think about. Because you did worry about not becoming one of his favorite stories to tell if you ever got the chance to have him like that.
“No! San wrote that as a joke!” He still tries to deflect, nervously standing and pacing his room. “Shit, I ruined this—I’m so sorry, I,”
“Why did you lie? I know San didn’t make that list. He would be way more detailed.” You laugh, picking him apart. “The question marks behind ‘blowjob’ ?” You read the list again in your head. “No foreplay for the girl?”
Yeosang’s eyes go wide again. “S-should there have been more to the list?” He questions you in a broken voice, giving up the act. He knows he’s been caught.
“Definitely.” You smile at him, feeling relief still that he’s definitely a virgin, but also a little heavy that he was about to have sex with you without even telling you what you’d be taking from him. “Let me see the list again.” You reach out for him, pulling him by his pocket and reaching into it yourself to fish out the list.
Yeosang is silent aside from a small gasp that falls from him lips when you’d pulled him towards you like that. He’s a little shocked that you’re not yelling at him.
“After the ‘touch boobs’ part you should have something about like—” You start to feel a little awkward, less confident. “Wait, do you have a pen?”
He stays in place from where you’d pulled him forward, afraid to move an inch from this spot because he’s still processing the feeling of your fingers digging in his pocket so close to where he thought you’d be touching by now if his plan didn’t backfire. He reaches smoothly down to his table next to him and hands you one of the smoothest pens you think you could ever write with.
You scribble and remake the list for him, unsure of why you’re doing it in the first place. Will he use this list for someone else, will he use it for you? In a weird way, this feels like foreplay. It feels like dirty talk or even like late-night sexting with a friend after finally breaking the wall of sexual tension.
“Here. This is better.” You say when you click the pen back to resting position and show him the note.
1. Talk about being a virgin first
2. find window for kiss
3. makeout
4. kiss her neck
5. touch boobs
6. finger her
7. let her touch you
8. blowjob??? If you’re lucky
9. take off her clothes, then take off yours.
10. Stop thinking so hard
Yeosang blushes at the words you’d added to fix his list. He isn’t sure if this is something universal that women want in sex, or if it’s just what you want. Either way, his face feels hot as he grabs the paper and examines it for a moment longer than you’d prefer.
“The first point in the list is the most important.” You say, looking up at him and the way he’s stayed in place the entire time. “You can’t just let anyone take that away from you—” You add, knowing you’re kind of lying because it’s just sex. Virginity means different things to different people, and if Yeosang wants you to have his, surely you’d take it. It’s the fact that you don’t know what it means to him, and you don’t want to take it if he has one of those beliefs that it needs to be special, or some shit.
“Okay.” Yeosang finally sets the paper back down onto the table and places himself next to you again, he lets out a long sigh and then meets your eye. You’re smiling at him. “I thought if you knew, you wouldn’t be interested.”
“I was interested in you before I ever even imagined having sex with you.”
So, you’ve imagined it? You’ve thought about sleeping with him?
“What if I don’t live up to the stories though? What if I’m not any good?” Yeosang mutters a bit, feeling more free than he thought he could in this moment of coming clean.
“No one is ever actually good at it. You learn the person as you do it. . .” You try to explain. “You think I’d be any good? I don’t know how you like to be touched either. It’s a learning process with everyone.”
Yeosang smiles at you, feeling even more free than he did before.
“So, you like me?” He can’t stop smiling through his words, and you smile back to him. You’re feeling less embarrassed for him and more warm if anything.
“I do. Do you like me?”
He nods instantly. “I wouldn’t be looking like an idiot right now if I didn’t.”
Ah, there’s his personality. The real Yeosang that you really, really, wanted to get to know.
“Why did you pick me?” You finally ask, for the first time feeling a little embarrassed for yourself. “Like, why did you want me to be your first?”
“I guess I just like you a lot?” He tries to answer, but in all honesty, he doesn’t know. “You felt kind of safe? Like you wouldn’t just leave since you’re already part of the friend group?”
You tilt your head at him, confused.
“Like maybe, I thought if you liked it enough you’d want to be my girlfriend I guess?’
Your confused face turns to that of an obvious crush. A very intimate view of the man in front of you hitting you to the core. Yeosang, the literal virgin, wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend by pretending he was a sex god. How embarrassing, yet—incredibly endearing.
“Yeosang, you’re an idiot.” You laugh, leaning a little closer to him. “Maybe I am too though.”
“Wait—” He pulls back, wondering why you’ve just insulted both him and yourself. “What are you talking about?”
“I think I would have become your girlfriend the instant you’d have suggested it. With or without sex. And to be fair, I’m willing to wait until you’re ready—” You pause, wondering if you’re taking this the wrong way somehow, though the words are clear from his mouth. “If, I mean, you’re asking me right now to be your girlfriend?”
“Should I be asking?” He questions, still wondering how you’re not upset with him for all of the lies. He really needed to humble himself. “Like, would you even want to be my girlfriend after this disaster of a hang out?”
“I don’t think it’s a disaster. If anything, I think it’s who you actually are. And you happen to be stupidly endearing in the way you thought I choose boyfriends by if they can make me cum good enough?”
His cheeks flush when you say it, and he feels a spiral inside of his body that he can’t quite decide is excitement or anxiety.
“And for the record, I think you should be asking me. Because I think I actually like you more now.”
Yeosang looks at you, his eyes fluttering a bit as he blinks through his long and dramatic sigh.
“Okay, Will you then?” He asks in a casual way and then he clears his throat. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
All you do is nod before instantly leaning forward to kiss him.
~
Okay, in all fairness, you did come here to fuck. The last thing you expected was to be lounging on Yeosang’s bed and being called his girlfriend. Sure, it’s what you would have wanted, but you’re welling up with so much excitement over it that you almost forget he’s a virgin when he kisses you.
You wonder if he still wants to try it, or if he would prefer to take it slow now that you know he’s been a liar this whole time about his sex life. You wonder if he’s nervous, because surely he is in the way he will pull back every single time the two of you kiss again and it gets slightly more heated.
It’s late into the night now, and you can hear San in his room talking over discord with the friend group as he plays his games. Yeosang is here next to you, putting on the third movie of the night, and his hands are still shaking.
“Yeosang?” You almost squeak out, looking up at him from the position against his shoulder you’d found yourself on. “Do you still want to try?”
You see his face drain a little bit, and his shoulder stiffens under you.
If you’d known what he was thinking, you’d see the green light from miles away to do whatever, to guide him, and show him how to touch you and how you’d touch him. But his body betrays him in his moments of anxiety. He’s not stiff because he doesn’t want to try, it’s because he’s excited to try. After all these years? Losing his virginity to you? Fuck yeah.
“Do you want to?” He asks, trying to sound cool, calm, and composed.
“Only if you want to.” You shrug, also trying to sound composed.
Both of you too caught up in how the other must be feeling in this moment to actually do something.
“I do. I do want to.” Yeosang finally lets out, shifting a bit under you and relaxing again. “But—” He pauses as he sits up and lets you fall off of his shoulder. “I need you to not laugh at me if I mess it up.”
You smile a bit at him. “I promise, I won’t laugh.”
“You’ll guide me when I need it?” He looks over at you, feeling his body prepare itself before he can even think of all of the things he wants to try out. The comfort of your promise making him feel like he could stumble and fuck it all up multiple times, but you’d still be willing to let him perfect the craft.
“I’ll guide you the entire time if you need it, but I might need a little help too.” You explain, leaning yourself up to get a little closer to him. “When you’ve imagined it, how did you want to do it?”
Yeosang blushes for what felt like the hundredth time and stares at you. He never thought he’d have to say it out loud, but he’s already embarrassed himself in the worst possible way, he can’t do much more damage at this point.
“My favorite was thinking of you on top, kind of, just—”
“Showing you?” You try to finish his sentence for him, and you’re relieved when he nods. You can see his body adjusting itself into this new state where the possibility of orgasm is imminent, and it’s weirdly hot to you. You can practically see his pupils enlarge when he looks at you, you can see him shift his legs to make room for whatever he’s hiding under his pants. You give him credit for wanting you on top, probably just wanting to feel what it’s like for the first time rather than putting in all of the work himself. There’s not much he can fuck up if you’re on top, not that he would fuck it up anyway. You like him enough, especially in this moment, when he’s nervous and showing it to you without shame.
“Would you feel better going by the list?” You ask, leaning over him and hearing his breath hitch when you do it. “We already did the first three in the list.” You offer to him, staying leaned over him as if dangling your body for him to take. You stay like that reading the list, him staying beneath you in a way that shows just how much you’ll need to guide him.
He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t respond, and he doesn’t move his body. All he does is look at you, and the clothed breasts in front of him. It’s like his brain is blanking of any thought or to-do list, which is much how it should be during sex. If you think too hard, it’s less fun.
“No?” You lean yourself back to your position, this time with the list in hand. “Because I don’t need this list to show you.”
He’s still quiet, studying you. “Can we just—”
You don’t even let him finish his sentence, tossing the list to the side and allowing it to float to the floor. “Yes. We can just—”
And then you’re right back to kissing him, this time moving in haste to get yourself on top of him, straddling him. The way his breathing picks up through the kiss is attractive to you, the way his hands don’t know where to go, the way he chases you with his tongue, though you’re right there on top of him.
It all feels so desperate, and you wish you could be feeling what he’s feeling right now. In all honesty though, you’re perfectly happy being the girl that gets to do this for him. You’re his girlfriend now, and you hope you can make this a moment he never forgets. A story he can tell to his friends that genuinely happened this time.
Out of all of the kissing that’s taken place tonight, this one is the hottest. It isn’t hesitant, he isn’t pulling back, and he couldn’t even if he wanted to. You’re already so turned on by the way his hands haven’t stopped shaking, by the way his pupils are so blown out that you hope they look back at you like this forever. No man has ever acted this way towards you, and sure maybe it’s because he hasn’t ever had sex, but you still hope it’s because it’s you.
“Don’t think.” You mutter out between kisses, licking against his bottom lip and grabbing one of his hands. “I’m moving a little fast—” You sigh out again, placing one of his hands straight up your shirt and onto your breast. You did choose to wear a sexy, matching pair of panties and bra today. You hope he gets to see you take it off so he knows you really did want this from the beginning.
“Ah—” You go to say something, but you moan out instead at the smallest amount of pressure against your body from him. You can feel him hump upwards, his eyes shooting open at the way you adjust yourself on top of him so that your ass is pressed perfectly against his length. And honestly? Yeosang is so incredibly hard in this moment, that you almost feel guilty for not diving down and giving him that blowjob he wrote on his list.
His hand against your breast is eager, and he does exactly as you asked. You told him not to think, and you genuinely don’t think he is because his hand is moving by its own accord as he continues to kiss against your lips. He kisses, and kisses, and kisses, until he’s chasing your lips when you pull back. You sit upright, feeling his hand frantically feel all against you, to the point of his other hand following suit and he’s grabbing and groping anything he can get his fingers against. The clothes clearly a point of frustration in the way one of them keeps pulling at the fabric of your bra.
You push both of his hands away and watch as he stares up at you. His deep breaths heard loud and clear in your ears when you reach to lift your shirt off of you. You’re excited to see his face, excited to hear him, and see how much more those pupils blow for you.
When your shirt is gone, you feel his cock twitch under you. And when you take both of his hands and place them to cup them both, he groans as he stares. His face falling in a way that you can tell that he truly isn’t thinking about anything but you and what you may be planning to do.
“Now yours?” You comment, knowing full well that he’s going to have to pull his hands off of you just to get his own shirt off, and you were right. He huffs out at the idea of letting go just so the situation can become more intimate. He always wondered why in porn, most people were already nearly naked, what a fucking hassle.
He is very quick to pull his hands from you and pull his shirt off, one hands going straight back to your chest.
“Not yet,” You say with a small chuckle, reveling in the experience of him trying to get on with it. “Let me take these off too.” You add, pulling yourself off of him to get your pants off.
You do it slowly, just to see his desire grow. He stares at you with furrowed brows, one of his hands falling straight to his cock as he palms himself absent mindedly while watching you step out of the pants. He can instantly see that the panties have a wet spot, and this causes him to press harder against his cock.
Upon looking back at him after throwing your pants to the side, the image alone is enough to have you throwing yourself at him, but you don’t. You watch for a moment, wanting this to last for a little longer because—this must be what he looks like when he’s alone, thinking of you, right? He’s shameless in the way he’s touching himself, staring holes through you as you watch his hand fumble with his zipper as the other continues to palm against himself.
“You look so good like that—” He whispers out, still staring straight at your core, which is perfectly hidden by the delicate lace of your white panties. “better than I imagined,” he chokes out again, finally getting his zipper undone and reaching his hand into his pants to continue working himself up far more than he probably should.
You feel warm and very seen in this moment, wondering if you should do away with the rest of the clothes all ready so you can see just how vocal he can get.
“Do you want to take off your pants?” You say, eyes going back to his hand working beneath his pants. “I want to see it—”
Yeosang is so quick to pull his hand out of his pants and, in one motion, shove both his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Almost immediately, his hand is right back around himself and you can see how he squeezes and tugs it while looking at you. His cock already dripping beads of pre-cum onto his fingers, you feel fucking stupid for just standing here and letting him look at you. He should be feeling you. You’re sure he knows how to touch himself, but he doesn’t know how you would touch him.
You continue to look at his hand, while he continues to stare at you with such a lack of shame that you can’t ever imagine doing this for anyone else.
“Can you—” He murmurs, his hand moving a bit faster now. “Can I see it?” He adds in question, eyes staying on your core. “Please?”
He’s getting more desperate, and it shoots a sensation straight through you’re body that you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you’ve become simply standing here. You imagine that the idea that you know he’s a virgin is allowing him to be his full, horny, self in this moment. You love it, you love the way he’s acting right now, lowering your panties in a slow and languid way to pretend like you’re not just as desperate as he is in this moment.
He watches, focusing on your skin becoming visible to him. This is genuinely the first time he’s ever seen a real life woman standing before him, taking her clothes off for him. He audibly takes in a breath, watching your panties fall to the floor and seeing the glisten against them, he knows that’s for him too. He never imagined that he would be able to make a woman feel like this, almost as wet as it looks in porn.
Yeosang doesn’t even notice you taking off your bra with haste. You can see him working himself up to the point of almost cumming, and you realize you took far to long to revel in his attention while he did it. Both of you so zoned in on the other, that it’s hard to imagine either of you lasting for more than a few minutes like this.
One moment he’s staring at your pussy for the first time, and then he blinks and you’re gone. A dip in the bed beside him shows him that he’d really lost himself to the moment, forgetting that he’s supposed to be letting you do this. He releases his hand, and finally looks at you with a breath. You’re staring at him much like he was staring at you. He can see your line of sight going straight to his cock and it reminds him that one of the reasons he was still is a virgin is because he was too nervous to bare himself like this.
But it was so easy to do it for you. He doesn’t even remember kicking his pants off, and now that he can see all of you, he’s not embarrassed at all. Not in the way his cock twitches for friction, not in the way he is staring at your bare chest for the first time, not in the way he glances over to your panties and wants nothing more than to keep them as a souvenir.
And while he’s thinking, when he certainly shouldn’t be, he takes a moment to try and calm himself. Unfortunately, as he does this, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose, he can feel your weight shift and suddenly his cock is warm. So warm. So wet, with muscles moving against his shaft in a way he’d never felt before.
His eyes shoot open with a guttural moan and he looks down. He can see your hollowed out cheeks matching the sensations against his cock. He moans again, doing his best not to fuck up against your mouth because honestly, he’s seeing stars and all he wants is more, more, more of this.
When he feels you hum against him, he nearly bursts, his hands shooting straight to your hair as he tries to gain his grasp on the reality of his very first blowjob. Each breath coming out as a sigh, a moan, a groan—and you’re just down there, humming and taking him deeper and deeper to the point he feels like if you don’t stop, he’s surely going to embarrass himself and end the night still a virgin.
You can feel him hold back, his hands in your hair and his abdomen tensing each time you go lower. You couldn’t help it. His cock was more perfect than you could have imagined. One that matched his perfect fact, his perfect hair, his perfect posture. It was thick, mouther watering. You really couldn’t help it. Watching bead after bead of pre-cum pouring out of him, both of you so entirely wet without even touching each other— you had to taste it. You couldn’t let it go to waste. And the way he writhed when you did it, the way he keeps moaning, it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.
When his hips move on their own accord, looking for something to fuck, you choke. The satly taste of his pre-cum becoming a constant stream that you could probably confuse it with a man actually cumming into your mouth as you gag around it. But he hasn’t cum yet, and you can tell when you pull up and he whimpers from the lack of friction.
You stare at him again, his face this time, realizing you hadn’t looked up to revel in how his face would contort through his first act of intimacy past making out. His eyes finally open to look at you again too, and when your eyes meet all you can do is fucking smile at him. Yeosang wasn’t innocent, and you can tell he’s probably fucked his hand more times than you can imagine, but the idea that he looks so broken in this moment has you feeling like he’d never had his cock touched at all before.
You’d never understood what true yearning was until you watch him, his hips still stuttering upwards as if your lips were still wrapped around him. He looks like he is suffering. Suffering for you. Like he’s been edged for several hours and can’t stop himself from begging through his body.
And then you realize that you’re enjoying this too much. He’s supposed to be losing his virginity and you’re just watching him feel so entirely good that it’s hurting him.
Bypassing the idea of guiding his face between your legs, ignoring the fact that you’d love to feel his slender and long fingers inside of you, you put yourself on the back burner. He’s still a virgin to those things, and you can revel in them on another day, considering this is your boyfriend now.
“Yeosang? Condom?” You finally say, voice a little horse from the fact that his cock was hitting your throat multiple times and coating it with a thick amount of pre-cum.
“Shit—” He whimpers out, frustrated again that he needs to move out of this position, but also excited that you’re asking him to get one. Meaning, sex. He’s going to feel you around him. “In my pocket..” He chokes out again, lazily pointing towards the foot of the bed where his pants lay crumbled.
You very quickly grab them, searching the pockets and grabbing a random condom out. Three others fell out along side it.
“Banana, really?” You ask with a cock of the brow.
“How am I supposed to know?! I just grabbed them!” He reminds you that he is very much a virgin, and you can still see him buck his hips up in chase of something, anything, in this moment.
You chuckle, grabbing one and pulling it out of the package. You watch intently at his face when you touch him again, grabbing his cock and rolling the condom onto it. Honestly, his face already looks as if he’s inside of you when you do it, and it’s a marvelous sight. You hope he can hold out, though you’re not sure if you can.
“Are you ready?” You say, and all he can do is frantically nod at you, his hooded eyes glancing from your chest to your core as you move to straddle him again. “Hold onto me—” You guide him, grabbing his hands and placing them at your waist as you position him against you.
He’s seeing stars again from the moment you began to sink down and envelope his entire being. At least it felt like that. The tightness much more intense than his own hand, and the way you’re clenching around him has his eyes slamming shut as he breathes his way through this moment.
“Fuck,” He breathes out when you sit against his flesh, feeling his cock adjust to the new sensations and pressure has you feeling like you need to writhe this time. You can feel his fingers dig into your waist, holding you there as he tries to grasp his thoughts.
He’s gone so quiet, his face flushed and his eyes still closed. You reach forward and brush your hands through his hair, lifting your ass so that he can genuinely feel you when you start to fuck yourself on him.
Goosebumps prickle against his skin when he feels your fingers in his hair, and it’s like his sensations hit overdrive when you sink down against him again. This is what it feels like? No fucking wonder people become sex addicts. All of the stories he told flashing in his head, he already feels like he’s grown just knowing how it feels now.
He opens his eyes to look at you, and the way your face is concentrated on his as you slowly begin to bounce. Yeosang already knows he’s a goner. He feels as if he’s holding himself down just to keep himself from fucking up into you as fast as he would his hand. You feel so good around him that he’s speechless, hoping he never has to say another word again that doesn’t involve how good you feel around him.
You’re not laughing at him, you’re not mocking him, shaming him, or embarrassing him. In fact, he can feel how wet you are in the way you slide against his cock with ease, no way is that just the lube on the condom. He can feel the cool air against the base of his shaft each time you pull up, and he can feel more drip each time you sit against him.
The tightness is so real and so consuming that he’s already about to cum, and he doesn’t know how to stop it.
“Wh-“ He tries to say, realizing now that the breath is knocked out of him. “Where?” He asks through groans, moving his hand from your waist and straight to your core. “I’m not going to last, please—” He whines out this time, thumbing and feeling for the mysterious clit that he’s heard so much about.
You’re quick to guide his hand and press against his fingers for him so he can feel the nub. And honestly? He’s so good with it without even realizing it. Pressing and keeping constant pressure against your clit as you continue to grind and bounce against his. You can feel his cock twitch every few seconds, and when you go a little fast, specifically so you can feel the pads of his fingers frantically try to get you off—you somehow, hit your high before him.
Sighing out, he can feel you tense around him, his cock suffocated by your walls squeezing around him. He continues to move his fingers against you after you still your bouncing, moaning our for you. And you? You can’t even get words out. You couldn’t even tell him that you were close or that you were actively cumming around him because it hit you so hard and so fast.
As you sit, feeling the sensations of his cock, you work through your last bit of the orgasm by pushing his hand away from your clit and fucking yourself on him as quickly, as hard, as you possibly can. Not because it’s him, not because you’re taking his virginity, but because it feels so good.
You’re not even bouncing now, you’re sitting with his cock fully bottomed out inside of you as you grind and twirl your hips through your orgasm, the flexing of your muscles enough to practically masturbate his cock still much better than his hand would.
He watches in awe at how you animalistically grind against him, working through the last moments of that orgasm before realizing that all he needs to do is hold your hips in place and thrust up once.
And he does, he grabs you and holds you there. You hadn’t realized the strength he could muster in this moment when you’re held still on top of him. Your pupils just as blown as his when he guides your hips up and looks down at himself. He thrusts once, twice, and a third time. The image of seeing his cock being buried inside of the woman he just made cum around him was already enough, but the way you urged him on with a broken ‘that’s it, keep going’, had him losing any grip on reality that he had been clinging to.
He doesn’t realize how tightly he was holding onto you, and he certainly didn’t realize just how hard he was thrusting into you when he hit the wall. His orgasm washing over him in a wave of blinding pleasure that had him unable to control his body.
You watched, feeling him slam into you out of sheer need rather than pleasure. He’d lost himself in this moment, his eyes closing tightly and his eyebrows falling to that of relief. You can feel his release, and when he does, his moans come out as cries. He’s muttering, babbling, cursing—all you wish in this moment is that you could feel his cum drip out of you. You wish you could feel it fill you up. But that’s a talk for another day.
When his body relaxes, he can’t even bare to pull himself out of you, and his fingers are still gripping you tightly as to not let you move.
His breathing is uneven, and he still hasn’t even opened his eyes yet when you reach forward to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.
You’re out of breath too, ears ringing from the orgasm that had nearly knocked you into another dimension, and he’s just lying there beneath you looking pretty and tired.
“How was it?” You ask, breathing in a deep breath so that you can hopefully continue to talk to him as if you didn’t just experience something brand new alongside him. “Was it story worthy?” You laugh this time, attempting to wiggle out of his grip.
Unfortunately, that wiggle makes him wince harder, his sensitive cock struggling to stay soft while inside of you. It hurts in such a good way to him, he doesn’t want this to end.
“As if I’d tell anyone about this.” He finally says, pulling you down to his chest and hugging you tightly there, your lower half finally able to move from it’s spot. “They’re try to take you from me—”
You look up at him. “But I’m your girlfriend now, so there are rules.” He smiles at that response, knowing that truly, he’s yours now and you’re his. That’s what being in a relationship is, right? “If anyone tried anything, you think I’d actually want them? After. . . this?”
He feels loved right now. Despite being a virgin, who knows nothing of the female anatomy outside of anatomy books and porn, you’re acting as if he truly was the sex god he claimed to be.
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“So…” San says, the sun rising and shining through the window casting deep shadows against the bags under his eyes. “I take it that she found out?”
“Yeah—” Yeosang says with a questionable look. “Did you…San. Did you even sleep?” He adds, focusing on the tired look on the man’s face.
“Nope. Heard all of it.”
Yeosang glares at him and then leans back to check and make sure his bedroom door is still closed.
“What the fuck, what happened to personal space?” Yeosang whisper scolds the man, slamming down a coffee cup and filling it with the fresh pot San probably brewed to stay awake and be a weirdo.
San throws his hands up in defense, a sleepy smile creeping across his face as he blinks out of sync. “Hey, it’s not like I was in the room with you. I just wanted to be here for support.”
“For support?” Yeosang argues again, this time with a lighter tone, because that situation could have gone a lot worse than it did if it weren’t you. He guesses San really was there for support.
“Like a sex cheerleader.” San deadpans, finally getting up and heading towards his room. “And boy, did I cheer for you—like, all night.” He laughs. “I stopped when you sounded like you were dying though, almost called the cops.”
Yeosang is back to glaring.
“But hey, must’ve felt good considering how stupid you both sounded.”
Dodging a wadded up hand towel, San rushes to his room and closes to door, but Yeosang is still left there smiling. It really was good, and he feels happy. The virginity thing is not even that important anymore knowing that it was you who took it from him, and as far as he knows, you can keep it.
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I just need y’all to know that I met Din Djarin at Disney World over a week ago.
Y’all
I was not prepared for how polite and sweet he was. Like, y’all don’t undertsand. I’m STILL thinking about that. Do NOT fall for his tough guy persona he puts up for his job. That man is without a doubt all soft under that armor.
I’ll put my experience under the cut but I do want to say many thanks to the wonderful friend of Din Djarin that greeted me that day. Cast members rock and he was no exception.
The Technical Stuff:
Okay, so beforehand, I searched online when was the best to see him and how since Din doesn’t have a set meet and greet in the parks. Din and Grogu typically come out of a literal hole in the wall on the far end of the marketplace (coming in the marketplace from the First Order side of the land) and they make their way through the market. Also, since this is a different meet and greet, how to approach them is different than usual meets. Din chooses who to interact with, and it’s never a guarantee if you will get picked. The best chance of getting picked??? Get there early. On the day I visited, I checked the My Disney Experience App to see they made appearances on the hour from official opening (so like 8:30 AM) until 3:00 PM. (And Disney is always punctual so you can guarantee that)
If you read all of that and were thinking “this is way too tedious to see one of the most popular characters” you would be correct. But I don’t make the rules, and I was very desperate to meet him.
Before Meeting The Mandalorian:
At about 10 minutes before he was scheduled to arrive, I was met by a lovely young lady who was already waiting for her man (I know I fellow Din lover when I see one). She confirmed the information I mentioned above because my family just didn’t believe me when I said I knew what I was doing. Because of this, I sat just behind her in hopes that she got picked first because she called first dibs lol.
After 10 minutes, Din came strutting out with Grogu in sling and handlers in tow. At this point, I was loosing hold of my facial expressions. I’m pretty sure I looked like
I don’t think I’d been that excited to meet a character at Disney since Aurora and Mulan when I was a little girl.
The handlers made sure there was enough space for Din and Grogu as suddenly, in the short span of time it took for Din to walk up, there was a small crowd forming and people calling over that the Mandalorian had arrived. The lady who arrived before me was called up first and she had her moment with Din and Grogu. Very happy for her. And then there was another before me. And then it was my turn :0)
The Actual Meet:
When I stood beside Din Djarin he immediately commented on my Mandalorian shirt (yes I wore a Din focus shirt in hopes I’d get picked, don’t look at me). He motioned to my shirt and said (all of this is approximate btw) “Your allegiance is appreciated.” And I want to say he shook my hand? He was shaking a lot of hands. Like I said, he was polite! Anyways I was like, “Of course!” And then I went into a short spiel about how his and Grogu’s stories have traveled across the stars and how much they meant to me (super cheesy I know, but let me have my moment). But y’all. His response??? The softest, “Thanks☺️”
I almost died. Melted on the spot. And his body language was kinda like “aw shucks ☺️☺️☺️” (as close as a mandalorian can get to that). The worms in my brain will hold onto that one for a while.
Finally we took a picture, and when all was said and done, he turned to me, nodded, and said the ever famous line, “This is the way.”
Grogu:
Grogu was not in the picture during this interaction. 😂😂😂 I’m ashamed to say that I totally forgot about him. He was very quiet!!! And he was on the other side and I wasn’t about to stare past a man’s hip. I like to think he was in his own little baby world during the whole meet.
#disney world#hollywood studios#din djarin#the mandalorian#Star Wars#the worms have been fed#but they demand more#you cant see my face#but I was smiling so much
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hi there my beloved kairo i am here …… to talk abt fleabag <333 I GOT SOOO EXCITED WHEN I SAW YOU LIKED IT i need to know your favorite scene(s) and character(s) plsplspls 🙏🙏 is it the priest. i feel like it’s the priest. (he’s getocoded to me btw but you alr know that) ….
also sending you a big bouquet and some boba :3 💐🧋 i hope your day or night is going well!!!! whenever you end up seeing this!!!! ily <3
A FELLOW FLEABAG LOVER 🤝 listen i love that show SO much like phoebe is such a legend in both the writing AND acting department i love her SO much 😭
AND YOU ALREADY KNOWWWWWWW i loved hot priest soooooo much <333 the scene of him & fleabag at the church literally made me mentally unwell like i’m sorry but that’s corrupted priest!geto to a TEE… telling fleabag to “kneel.” and opening the confessional… he’s shrouded in all black… he took off the white collar… they KISS???
AND THEN LATER ON ANOTHER VERY SUGURU GETO CODED MOMENT (JDKSKSJDKSKSJDEKJEJE ARI I’M GOING INSANE ALREADY THINKING ABT SUGURU SAYING IT KDKDKDKDKDKDKD) WHEN HE TELLS HER:
“fuck you calling me ‘Father’ like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.”
LIKE?:!:&:!3$3:$:$:! ummmmmmm. if suguru said that to ME…………………… sorry but not sorry 2 say that nsfw actions would occur immediately after <3
but also i love fleabag & her relationship w claire like the “i look like a pencil scene” had me cryifnfnfnfnfn i love everyone in the show SO much… also omfg the entire show is so sugu-coded like the FOX mentions??? the ending when fleabag confesses that she loves the priest and he just says to her softly, “it’ll pass.” i may have cried… just a lil bit… bc you know they do STILL care for each other but at the end of the day he chooses God. WHEW……. i know there’s never gonna be another season bc they ended it perfectly but i miss fleabag sm </3
BUT OMFG WHAT ARE YOUR FAV SCENES??? AND YOUR FAV CHARACTERS??? i Have 2 know… 🗣️🗣️🗣️ also have you ever watched “derry girls” i feel like you would fucking LOVE the show omfg 😭 i already have a feeling that sister michael & michelle would be your favs (i’m projecting bc they’re my favs) like it’s also another amazing show 😭😭😭
ALSO I’M ALSO SENDING YOU FLOWERS BACK FEEL FREE TO PLANT THEM IN A GARDEN <3 🌹🌸🌺🌷🪷 i hope your day/night is going wonderfully <3 MWAH! 🩷
#asks#ari tag <3#i have to rewatch fleabag now omg 😭😭😭#the second season was SO elite like how’d they make it better than the first???#the addition of the ‘priest’ was genius and also god phoebe’s acting is insane#from silly to harrowing she’s such a legend in the show 😭 i need her writing capabilities STAT#also her writing the first 2 seasons of ‘killing eve’ aka the best 2 seasons of killing eve… legend behavior#ANYWAYS I’M RAMBLING NOW DKDJDJDJD PLEASE LMK WHAT YOUR FAVS ARE!!!! <333 i’m so curious hehe
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I've started reading Jealousy by @chinateacup recently. I should have done it sooner. It goes without saying as an Ishimondo fan I love it. It's holding my attention and reading doesn't usually do that so that speaks to the quality of it.
SPOILERS and implied SPOILERS beyond this point, both for the Danganronpa fanfic Jealousy and the musical Bloody Elle.
I have made this post because the whole thing reminds me of a musical called Bloody Elle. It's about a woman getting a crush on the new girl at her workplace and slowly realising that she is gay. It's available on Bandcamp but I can put songs here so I will because, if you like Jealousy, I may be able to provide you with some new songs for your favourite blorbo:
1)Stop the World:
This reminds me of Taka realising he's got a crush on Mondo. It has the lines "I don't know what I've been feeling but it hasn't gone away" and "what the f**k is happening?" to give you an idea of what the general idea of the song is. Makes me think of early Jealousy Taka as he's having realisations.
2)What Am I Feeling?
This one reminds me of Mondo's reaction to Taka and Aoi being touchy feely at the carnival and finding out they kissed. The entire thing takes place while the singing character (Elle) is stress smoking, and Mondo does smoke in Jealousy. The song has the lyric "When he grabbed her hand, I couldn't understand... And then he kissed her... F**king Hell." And "My heart just spat out my chest and I realize I'm shaking I'm a right f**king mess, don't know what to do with my hands." It's very Mondo but also slightly Taka, just to a lesser extent, mostly the urgency and quick rhythm and, as a fellow sensory buddy, this feels like when I'm overstimulated.
I don't know if Mondo realizes he's crushing on Taka don't spoil it please I'm only on chapter 5.
3) You and Me
Literally either of them. They are enamoured. They are in love. The song is great and cute. If your a fan of Mondo using slang there's some at the end. Basically they entire musical features it. Granted, it's British slang but it counts. "I think you're mint, I'd put your name in gold print, I'd buy you a car if I wasn't skint."
That's all I've associated with Jealousy for now. I may find more as I keep reading but if you want to listen to the whole album you can. It's all very ishimondo, it's just these are like direct parallels I've noticed. Just trying to my bit for my fellow Ishimondo lovers.
#kiyotaka ishimaru#mondo owada#ishimondo#bloody elle musical#this is honestly such a good fic#hopefully it has a happier ending than bloody elle#Bandcamp
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Pulling A Morgan
Preath x uswnt, preath x baby!reader
Special for this moment, my beginning of a Preath serie =)
Summary: Everybody knows Christen Press is out for an ACL tear. But what if there was more than just a tear in the ACL?
Warnings: There is most of the time chat conversations.
'Babe, let me help you', Christen said to Tobin who was getting the groceries inside of the house.
'No Chris, you stay on the couch and let your body heal', Tobin shaked her head.
'But-'.
'No, no and no, if you aren't taking care of yourself, what would happen to the baby?' Tobin asked Christen.
'Okay'.
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20 weeks into the pregnancy
Espn.com:
Is soccer forward Christen Press, really only out of the game thanks to an ACL tear or is it something more?
Soccer player for the USWNT (United States of America Women National Team) and Angel City -Christen Press - got recently an injury and now she is out for give or take nine months. But fans are speculating if there is more than just an ACL tear.
Another star from the USWNT - Alex Morgan - suffered also a time ago from an knee injury, but apperently she was also pregnant in that time.
Is Christen Press doing the same, if yes, who is her lover?
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25 weeks into the pregnancy
USWNT groups chat:
Kelley: Is it true, Preath? Is Christen Pressnant?
Alex: Kelloggs, what is Pressnant?
Kelley: You know, Press and pregnant makes...
Emily: Pressnant!!
Becky: You guys are children.
Alex: Me?
Becky: No not you, Alex.
Mallory: Wait, wait, Press is pregnant?
Emily: Haven't you read the news the last five weeks or something Mallory?
Mallory: Yes, I have but I skipped the rumors, you never know if it is true...
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Mallory x Preath group:
Mallory: Christen you are pregnant and never told me?
Mallory: Am I going to be a sister?
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Meanwhile...
'Tobs, they figured it out, what should I say?' Christen said to Tobin while reading her messages at her phone.
'Nothing yet, we are going to let them in the dark for a few more minutes', Tobin replied while smirking a little bit.
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USWNT group chat:
Emily: PREATH!
Emily: ANSWER US!!
Emily: NOW!!
Lindsey: Sonny don't send one word in every message please, it's annoying.
Emily: But they need to answer!
Lindsey: Let them be
Alyssa: Guys, it's literally night time, why are you awake?
Kelley: Just because!
Emily: We let Preath live 5 more weeks!
Emily: Now they need to tell us!!
Tobin: SHUT UPPPP!!!!
Kelley: Where is the chill Tobito??
Christen: I'm pregnant.
All members: Congrats!
Kelley: FINALLY!
Emily: FINALLY YOU TOLD US
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30 weeks into the pregnancy
Espn.com:
It appears the fans were right, Christen Press - soccer star- is indeed pregnant. Congratulations from us.
It also appears that Press took her best friend Tobin Heath to the ESPY's as her date. In an interview, she viewed her and Tobin Heath into a power couple. So Preath shippers, you ship has sailed!
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Fox News:
It appears that Christen Press is pregnant and dating her fellow teammate Tobin Heath. Not only had Christen Press an ACL tear, but she pulled an Alex Morgan with turning pregnant in the recovery time of this injury.
But congratulations Christen Press and Tobin Heath, I wish you guys many happy years together!
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35 weeks into the pregnancy
'Welcome girls, family members, and friends', Tobin began.
'This is the time for the gender reveal' Christen continued.
'Only five weeks left and this little person', Tobin says, looking at the belly from Christen, 'comes in to the world'.
The mother from Tobin and the father from Christen walked together with two confetti poppers. At the count of three the gender would be revealed.
'1'
Everybody gathered around.
'2'
Christen and Tobin holded eachother.
'3'
The confetti was all pink and white. Meaning it was a girl.
'We have a girl', Christen said.
'WE HAVE A GIRL!!!', Christen yelled.
While others yelled: 'IT'S A GIRL!!'
'Kelley, Alyssa, can you come up for a sec?' Tobin began.
'We couldn't choose one godparent out of all the awesome friends and family members we have, so here we have two' Christen finished the sentence.
'Alyssa, if anything goes wrong, you are the most collected person and I trust you with my life and now also with my daughters life', Tobin said, 'Kelley, however I just think sometimes, why are you making these decisions, and I would never trust you with a small child because you will make a terrible influence, but Christen trusts you so I need to trust you too, so I trust you with my daughters life'.
Tobin took a deep breath and continued: 'So hereby I say officially you two will be the godmothers of this sweet child'.
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40 weeks into the pregnancy
'Toby, the baby she's coming', Christen said while laying her book down.
'What?' a confused Tobin asked.
'The BABY is COMING'.
'Ohh okay, let's get you to the hospital' Tobin replied still not realizing the severe of the moment.
'OHHH SHIT THE BABY IS COMING', suddenly Tobin yelled.
While running to the car while helping Christen, Tobin called Alyssa, one of the godmothers of the baby: 'ALYSSA SHE IS COMING, CALL KELLEY'.
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Instagram
~christenpress:
Posting a picture with Christen in the hospital bed and Tobin next to her inbetween is a little baby.
Caption: We welcome our new daughter, y/n, to this world
~tobinheath:
Posting a picture with Tobin holding y/n for the first time.
Caption: My favorite girl after ~christenpress
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All news channels:
Congratulations Christen Press and Tobin Heath, with a healthy baby girl.
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#christen press imagine#christen press x reader#uswnt imagine#uswnt x reader#preath imagine#woso x reader
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the people in your ask box giving their reasons for not liking ronance is like. yes, you do you, but they are literally proving your point because what is it about a random f/f ship existing that makes people wanna argue against it ??? but yeah the anti ronance tag is truly a wild place.
This response is quite long, hence the read more! I kinda got off track and it goes into a discussion of canon vs headcanon and speaks a bit about Byler too.
If I were to be generous to Ronance antis, I think a lot of people are frustrated that there is a new canon bisexual character who's been introduced to the show but a lot of the fandom are ignoring her for a headcanon. And in general, members of this fandom and Ronance shippers are quite harsh against Rovickie and I don't think they'd be as harsh if it was an m/f pairing. Because it's the only canon gay pairing so far (I know it hasn't happened yet but it clearly will), people are expecting it to be this perfect romance like Jopper or Lumax but in eight minutes of screen time which is just impossible.
However, I think turning this defensiveness of people who ship Ronance is a bit unfair. So far, Vickie is just not an established character; she's barely had any screen time and she exists only to be Robin's girlfriend. At the moment, it feels a bit like pandering/fan service (although a lot of people make that criticism in bad faith because they view queer relationships as inherently woke or political which is bullshit). I can see the potential in the pairing and I guarantee I'll love them by the end of S5, but I've just not seen them interact as much. I am allowed to think that without it being problematic; just because a queer ship is canon representation doesn't mean I have to like it.
I also think it's quite obvious a lot of people in this fandom haven't had any fandom experiences before. A very frequent response I get to shipping Ronance that I don't respond to (because I can't be bothered to reply every time) is that Nancy canonically likes Jonathan and that Robin canonically likes Vickie. Or that there's no proof that Nancy's gay.
The thing is, I'm not shipping Ronance because I think they're going to canonically get together, I ship them because I like their dynamic both hypothetically and in many on screen interactions they had. I just prefer rivals to lovers than two very similar girls (I know talking a lot doesn't make them the same person but it's all we've really seen of Vickie so far) getting together. When I ship a ship, it's not because it's the most canon, it's because it's the best dynamic.
I see this response to people who ship pairings like Will and Lucas where people will get annoyed because they act like Will hypothetically liking someone other than Mike is erasure which is so odd because I doubt anyone shipping that pairing actually thinks it will be canon, they just think it would be an interesting pairing to explore.
Or how when people try to convince you to ship Byler, they try to convince you why it'll be canon and not why it'll be good (I'm not talking about responding to Byler antis who tell you that it won't happen or talking to fellow Byler shippers, Byler proof and analysis is very valuable). This also applies in reverse when an anon tried to prove that Byler won't be canon...in response to me saying I like friends to lovers.
TL;DR: I'm not gonna ship Rovickie over Ronance just because it's the canon queer relationship. I ship based on whatever pairing is the most interesting to me instead of which one is the most attainable. I understand that lots of people like it and I'm cool with that, but sending me long asks explaining that Rovickie/Jancy are canon isn't going to change my mind on Ronance.
Also a lot of Ronance antis are Nancy antis and that's a whole thing that I've responded to before (check my post index under the Ronance section and go to Ronance and boy drama or the follow up or just click the words there).
#stranger things#ronance#byler#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#fandom#anti rovickie#<- not trying to be more explaining why i personally like ronance more#anti jancy#again im not against the ship im just explaining that i don't automatically ship what's canon
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User real-girl replied to this post saying "Why even come here with this?"
I can tell you why. They can't think for themselves, so they assume we can't either. They consider anything MC or JA says (WHEN it suits them) to be gospel. If it doesn't suit them, they flock like mindless sheep to one of top scammers, uh sorry leaders, to repeat what they said.
I love Jared. You love Jared. My fellow Jared lovers love Jared. That doesn't mean we take everything he says as gospel. We can disagree with him, or have reservations on his opinions (like being way too nice about his haters, for one).
I love Jared. So do you. So do my fellow Jared lovers. We know there are sad people out there who hate him for lies spread by AAs and Hellers. We know there are people for whom he is simply not their favorite celebrity.
Our reaction is at most a shrug. Who cares? Their loss. True, we are absolutely gobsmacked that's how they feel, but in the end who cares?
We don't go around their blogs yelling that they're wrong about not liking him, and he's the best, and how they should go and look up everything Jensen said about him (which is a lot of good things, but we know they only hunt for what Jensen says about Misha or their ship).
That is something AAs and Hellers are just biologically physically incapable of doing, and I am speaking literally here. I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic. They are in a cult. They're brainwashed. People in a cult are groomed to think if you're not one of them, then you're against them. There is no middle ground or nuance.
That's the difference between them and us. And that's why they will keep coming to our blogs with what THEY think is proof that Jensen is an angel on earth.
You read my mind! I just responded in another post asking if anon is saying the same things on Jared-hating blogs. I doubt it. And I don't send asks to Jared-hating blogs (or more recently, Gen-hating blogs that have gone off the deep end,) I stay in my lane and don't engage people that I know won't agree with me. It's really that simple, don't like, don't read, don't engage.
And yes, we are perfectly willing to disagree with Jared. Matter of fact, most recently, I'm questioning the Padalecki's decision to have Highland cows in the Texas heat. And there might be other things I disagree with, but I also know that sharing those will just add fuel to the Jared-hater's fire because they do not understand thinking for one's self, or that disagreeing with one decision doesn't mean I don't like Jared or Gen any less.
"There is no middle ground or nuance." This, right here, is what it all boils down to.
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On the last ask;
When Emil shows his anger and frustration to us,am I right to assume he only shows it for close people to him? if that's the case,then it shows that he can be vulnerable and crystal-clear with the MC once they enter his heart. If it isn't though,the entire scene all alone is so cute,him trying to do something perfect, regardless of his Must be perfect kind of state of mind (at least that what I understood when you said that he fears not improving),he still wants to create a prefect art featuring his lover, which I find adorable. I think he's just a little boy showing his love and appreciation of someone by doing the only thing he knows he can perfect (aka drawing).
+While I do not romance women and always play as a straight gurl,I find that Meryem reaction is sooo cute!! she fr be giggling and putting a rose on our MC and that's what I call a true romantic,and I cheer her for that.
I'm not even kidding,here I'm cheering see
You GO Meryem! my fellow hopeless romantic!
++Ahmed reaction is good too.like him grabbing us and all that . he fr got some butterflies flying in me,hehe.the same goes for Selim,such a cute pie seriously but don't tell him I said that,I don't think he will take that well!
+++also on your work on the if,you do it so quickly! like you really got a big chunk of work done on one day( or from my inexperienced eye can tell anyway since I don't understand a thing about twine but my point still stands cause→(30→60)that's impressive! however, please do not put pressure on yourself to get it done quickly.
when it's done,it's done! i will be patient!:))
Emil is definitely an emotionally repressed bean who only expresses himself around people he really loves and trusts. In his route, art is a major love language for him. He expresses himself through his art so he feels like he can only express the magnitude of his love in this way.
And he is 100% a perfectionist. He will create a marble statue of the MC and then literally destroy it because one freckle is 0,00000001 centimetres off.
Meryem is a sweetie. Her route is endless lovey dovey sappiness. She is definitely a hopeless romantic all the way to the bone. And honestly good for her. My girl deserves to be romanced.
Ahmad can be smooth at times. You can say a bunch of stuff about him, but never doubt that he is in for a wooing.
Selim is the most emotionally repressed of them all. That conversation would go kind of like this:
Selim: "I am not a cutie pie. I am a man grown. I am in no way cute and neither am I a pie"
Also Selim: goes to the corner and blushes himself to an early grave.
Thank you for all the support btw! I just don't want to let anyone down. I will try my best to get the best quality possible and as soon as possible. Again thank you for your words! It helps a lot
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