#like i know i am cared for by my friends and that they wont hate me if im a little annoying

[yutarot]

IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]

twenty-two — i did it for you wc: 0.9k

there was nothing like the sweet, sweet bliss of fresh air amidst a college party. it was who you found in that fresh air, that made you want to turn around and walk back inside.

a face you haven’t seen for weeks.

the face of the girl who betrayed you.

giselle.

she didn’t see you right away, to engrossed in thought of whatever seemed to be bothering her, hidden behind a tail of cigarette smoke.

it was only after you’d turned your body in preparation to leave that she noticed you, her words stopping you in your tracks.

“you not having fun?” she asks.

you turn back around and she offers you her cigarette, which you politely refuse.

“i am..” you reply, “just needed some air.”

“ah.” she drops the cigarette to the floor, stomping it out with the toe of her heels. “sorry.”

you furrow your brows at her nicety. what’s the point in being nice now, after everything she had done to you?

as if she’s read your mind, she speaks up. “look yn, about Y..”

“you mean jaehyun? you can say his name giselle, i wont start crying.” you snap, and she flinches in shock.

“you know?” she asks, surprised.

but you’re even more surprised at her question. she seems eerily calm about the fact that Y was infact jaehyun. why was she more shocked about the fact that you knew? unless…

“you knew?” you question.

her head hangs in defeat.

she knew the whole time?

“giselle?”

she looks back up at you.

“i knew.” she whispers. “but yn-“

“it’s just one thing after the next with you.” you say, sighing, picking yourself up to go back inside.

but she stops you.

“i did it for you.”

huh..?

“what?”

“sleeping with him. i did it for you.”

you feel the need to bang your head incessantly against a brick wall in attempt to understand what the hell she means.

“oh so you slept with my ex bestfriend behind my back… all for me????” you feign adoration sarcastically, “awww giselle you didn’t have to.”

“yn! i’m serious!”

your smile falters as you notice a change in giselle a demeanour.

she’s telling the truth.

“what do you mean you did it for me?”

“remember when you got that message from Y saying ‘i’m over you.’?” she says.

“yes…”

“that night, i bumped into jaehyun on my way to the bathroom and uh, he looked upset.”

you’re confused.

“upset? what about?”

“you.”

you let her continue. “he was drunk, and so i asked him what was bothering him, not actually caring, just hoping i could yk, find out something interesting. and boy… i did…”

“he told you he was Y, didn’t he.”

“yeah… and look yn, i rlly wanted to go straight to you and tell you. but all i could think about was how you would feel if you found out that the one person in the world you hated the most ended up being Y. i knew that you would feel so embarrassed and hurt and i just really couldn’t stand to let you find out like that, not after everything he did to you and not after everything Y had said to you. i knew you were excited about it, i couldn’t stand to see you be let down.”

your eyes look down to the floor, trying to figure out what she’s trying to say. but she continues.

“so, drunk out of my mind, all i could think about is that he needs to get over you before you find out. i thought i could do something.”

“so you slept with him?”

“so i slept with him.”

wow.

you don’t know how to feel.

you have to admit, giselle’s drunken attempt at being a good friend to you was quite frankly stupid and albeit it insanely dumb, but her intentions shocked you.

“i didn’t think of the repercussions, i didn’t think of how you would feel when you found out about it. but i knew that id rather have you hate me than have your heart broken by the fact that Y was jaehyun. so i let you hate me. i wanted you to hate me, if it made you happy.”

just like how jaehyun did, you think to yourself. she had chosen your own feelings over hers.

“giselle…”

“i don’t expect you to forgive me, what i did was stupid. because you know now anyways.”

you don’t know how to tell giselle that whatever she did, worked. that jaehyun really is now over you, that Y isn’t him anymore. because something makes you reluctant to admit that she ended up being right.

“you really did all that so that jaehyun would get over me before i found out he was Y?”

“yeah, stupid right.”

you laugh, and she laughs too.

she’s right, it was stupid. and to you, her reasoning makes no sense, but to know that she didn’t purposefully betray you makes you feel a little better.

like jaehyun, she let you hate her so that your suspicion wouldn’t falter.

but you really can’t forgive her.

because, unlike jaehyun, she knew it was him she was sleeping with.

you sigh. “it’s too complex.”

she nods. “i’m really sorry.”

you smile, “see you around?”

“see you around.”

but you won’t. not tomorrow, not next year.

not ever.

mlist — next

notes; sorry to those of u who thought Y 2.0 was giselle 😢😢😢 but i wonder why yn and gigi won’t be friends ever again 🤔🤔🤔🤔 hmmm suspicious 🤔🤔🤔🤔 oh yeah btw tmrs chapter is the big Y 2.0 reveal😁 sleep well!

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[bunnihearted]

🎂🧸🚬

[horce-divorce]

In a category with "I understand how inflation works, make things cheaper or ill steal them"; I understand the bigger picture of why food pantries are the way they are. Yes i would still rather have means testing, barrier having, church run food pantries than none at all, but still, reduce the fucking access barriers, or I will decry them. Why is that controversial

[dreamcast-official]

hm.

[horrorwebs]

i hate my best friend earlier i was like "im scared that this guy likes me bc he said something that i would only say to people who i like, but i recognize thats its a normal ass thing to say anyway and i rationally know he does not like me, but still, my brain decided to play with that concept and made me have a terrible nightmare the other night about it and now im subconsciously scared that he will like me ( with the underlying concept of "i am scared of men")" and shell go ohohioo what if youre projecting and its actually YOU that likes him. ????? bitch did you not hear the part about having a dream where he abused me or ...?sometimes being asexual is a nightmare nobody gets it

[freakurodani]

i hope i am a blog where u see my original content and u are like "look at that silly goose go"

[blueslight]

Man

[rottingcompost]

2023: inflation and recession and also extremely high electricity bills

Economy "expert": now that pay negotiations are coming up for employed people, dont just focus on getting more money

Like yeah they want people to try and focus it with fully paid for workplace education but fucking really? When literally everything is getting extremely expensive, including for example rent in a lot of places because some idiots thought that letting landlords charge whatever they want was a good idea! When most food item become stupidly expensive, like vegetables and meat, to the point where some people genuinely have stopped eating either or! When fucking electricity bills are the highest they have been for years and they dont seem to stop rising! When said electricity prices are even worse for people higher up north than like fucking Stockholm because heating requires electricity, and the fucking bullshit government pulls with the energy crisis is to give money TO THE PEOPLE WHO ARENT EVEN HIGHER UP NORTH?!

I am so fucking done with this piece of shit country, and the piece of shit economy experts who clearly dont give a shit! Someone please just nuke Sweden and dont even try to start over with the hellhole. Just leave it and never try again

[lightningfilledsaber]

LOL I love how I haven’t gotten a chance to recover from the Christmas Spiral after all the issues w my car as I’m quickly being plummeted into the Shared Birthday Spiral

[toastsnaffler]

i feel like every decision i have to make atm is rock and a hard place devil and the deep blue sea and i cant fucking deal with it i can feel the wires fusing + cogs screeching to a halt. total mental shutdown

[kyoohyeon]

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[luveline]

hi love! i absolutely adore ur writing and u should be so so proud of it. anyway i was just thinking about coworker james when readers car wont start in the parking lot and he like takes a look at it and is under the hood and reader is just like "oh...😍" cause the muscles are OUT and shes down bad

ty lovely 💌 fem

“Oh,” you say, “of course.” 

You drop your face into your steering wheel and sigh. An annoyed burst of sound, not cute or feminine or fun, a grunt of defeat. This sucks. Work sucks, life sucks, your car not starting is the least of your worries and yet somehow the most prevalent. 

How am I gonna get home? you think to yourself, defeated.

“Hey!” someone calls. Jogging, the last person you want to see in the world right now stopping at your door. James frowns at you. “It’s not starting?” 

You pop your door, careful not to pop him at the same time. “How’d you know?” 

“I heard the engine turn over.”

“It’s making a clicking sound,” you say, twisting the key so he can hear it. 

“It’s dead, probably. Your battery.”

James has an odd way of talking occasionally, as though you’ve started a conversation and he’s adding onto it. Remus says it's ADHD. You like it no matter what it is and despite yourself —it’s getting harder to pretend you don’t like him. Like, you hate him, he’s annoying beyond explanation, but your more positive feelings for him are heavy and ever present. So, so heavy.

“I’ll pull my car up and we can give it a jumpstart,” he says. “Easy fix.” 

“You don’t have to go?” 

“What?” 

“You have rugby today.” 

“Oh, no, it's the off season now.” He smiles and you don’t get why. “Let me go get the car.” 

James jogs back to his car and brings it next to yours. Everybody who isn’t Human Resources or security has left already, leaving the car park practically empty, ample room for him to park beside you. He gets back out. 

“I don’t have, uh, cables,” you say.

James gives you a smile that is as patronising as it is attractive. “Don’t worry about it, beautiful. I have everything you need.” 

He feels along the edge of your hood, pops the seal, pushes it up into the air, and hooks the prop rod into place. He’s clearly done it before, and the whole while you’re watching his arm. His rolled sleeves draw attention to the tightness at his bicep, and the moving ligament and muscle of his tricep as he leans into the engine to look things over. “I’m no mechanic, but I do know everything, and I thought maybe things were a bit hot but your engine’s stone cold.” 

“So it’s definitely the battery?” 

“Probably.” He scratches his jaw, peering curiously into the guts of it all. “When was the last time somebody looked in here?” he asks, squinting at you, unaware that he’s the finest thing you’ve ever seen. 

Your breath gets caught. 

“Have you ever had it looked at?” he asks, concerned. 

“I… maybe I did. I think so.” 

“You’re supposed to have it looked at every year? For MOT?” 

“I know, I thought you meant before that.” He’s distracting.

James looks you over. “It’s fine,” he says emphatically, “even if I can’t fix your battery, I can still drive you home. You’re panicking for no reason.” 

“Right.” Panicking! Yes, this is panic.

“Listen, can you get the jump leads from my boot? I have to open the hood.” He gestures for you to go. You do as he’s asked, wobbly, and struggle when you get there to actually open it. You slides your fingers under his car's emblem and flinch as it flies up past your face. 

His boot is surprisingly well organised. There’s a duffel bag to one side half-zipped that showcases a flash of red and white uniform, a pair of formal shoes, a dark jacket folded and hidden behind the bag. You want to be nosey and you don’t want him to think you’re stupid. You rush to grab the cables and almost clip yourself on the boot as you duck from under the boot and round the car. 

James smiles when he sees you. No indication that you’re an imposition, it’s sort of like you’re two friends. 

He pushes his sleeves farther up and digs in. It’s awful, what business does he have looking so sharply put together? You hadn’t thought you were preferential to muscle until right this moment watching James move around your engine like an expert. 

“What are your plans tonight?” 

Your palms are hot behind your back. “I was thinking I’d watch a new movie.” 

“That sounds fun.” He ducks away from the engine. “I don’t watch many movies.”

“What do you do with all your time?” 

“Argue with Sirius about who’s turn it is to wash the dishes.” 

You startle. “You and Sirius live together?” 

James laughs and pulls the leads to his own engine. “You didn’t know that?” 

“You come in different cars.” 

“I come in much earlier than he does. And after work he and Remus always have things to do. It’s weird, isn’t it, how couples are always busy? I feel like I never do anything.” James grins at you. “This is interesting, at least. My Friday night isn’t a total waste.” 

James gets into his car and you into yours. With some fiddling, pleading, and a strange noise, he manages to push life back into your car. His smile when it works is his worst one to date, elated and shockingly handsome. 

That Monday, against your better judgement, you bring him a little carrot cake in a tin. A thank you card felt like too much. 

To his credit, he doesn’t brag to anyone that he saved you. He says thank you for the cake with another real smile, and for some reason, despite the mild weather, he rolls his sleeves up at his desk. Almost like he noticed you…

Well, he couldn’t have. Right?

[s0urw00lf]

I don’t wanna live forever

Part two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Y/n is having a hard time coming to terms with her feelings for the guy she’s supposed to feel nothing more than a friendship with, so instead of confronting those feelings she runs away, which proves to be a mistake for her and him.

Warning: angst, heartbreak, fluff, sad angry Dean because he’s a warning in itself

An: this is my first Dean Winchester fic so i hope it lives up to your expectations. Also this is gonna be a two part series because i got carried away with setting up the plot for this. If you like this flick and the way i write i am taking requests for Sam, dean and cas so feel free to make some. Anywho love ya and i hope you enjoy.

Dean Winchester is the epitome of a girls dream guy. He’s smart, tall, and strong. Not to mention those pretty green eyes that scream ‘walking sex god’ or that cheeky ass smirk he wears when he knows he’s got a girl in his clutch. But thats not what made you fall for him, not the only reason at least. Dean Winchester has been your best friend since you both could walk. Being left to take care of Sammy while your mom and john were out hunting all through your childhood up really sealed your fate, you saw all of his most vulnerable moments and you knew those moments he needed you to break down those walls so he wouldn’t self destruct. But also you saw how much he loved, and how he fought for the people he loved, but he wouldn’t let anyone give that back to him. And thats why you loved him. Because you knew that just like him you’d do anything for him at any moments notice. You’d kill, you’d torture , you’d die If he needed.

So as you sat at a bar sipping on your martini watching dean flirt with the pretty curly headed bartender with a short skirt, your heart felt heavy within your chest and your stomach completely empty despite the large bowl of fries you were sharing with Sam. The feelings that surged through your body weren’t anger, or hatred. It was sadness and longing, knowing that even though you loved everything about that man, even though you knew him better than anyone else. Better than himself. He’d wouldn’t see you how you saw him, and no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t hate him. Not one bit.

“Y’know if you sulk any harder people are gonna mistake you for a grounded teenager” an amused voice spoke from beside you. Your gaze broke from dean and turned to his brother, “shut up Sam” you said nudging his shoulder softly. A smile crossed the younger winchesters face, “he’s just looking for a distraction” he muttered to you, diverting his gaze over to his brother letting a frown overtake his features. Sam knew how utterly in love you and his brother were with each other, i mean anyone could see it. Except for some reason you two.

“Yeah well sleeping with a random person isn’t exactly what id call ‘a distraction’” you said bitterly, immediately feeling bad even though dean was nowhere around to hear. Sam shook his head at just how blind you were, “ i just don’t understand why he wont open up to us.” You said trying to keep your voice steady, stirring your drink around with your straw “He knows that we know how much loosing john is affecting him. Hell he’s not the only one fucking dealing. We all lost” she said trying not to let the tears forming in her eyes fall. Sam sighed “thats just how he is. It’s how he’s always been. The strong one” he said looking at his friend solemnly.

“Well it’s bullshit and he knows it” you said slamming your hands down on the table as you stood up. “Im going back to the motel” you muttered grabbing you coat from the back of your chair and trying to keep your tears at bay. Sam grabbed your wrist stopping you. “You want me to walk you?” He offered softly. “No it’s fine, i’m fine. I just need some time alone if thats okay” you said. Sam nodded letting go of your wrist, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead, a habit you’d formed when he was only two years old. And with that you exited the bar, not sparing a look in deans direction. You couldn’t stomach it. What you missed was the longing and worried look dean sent you as he weakly excused himself, and made his way over to Sam and began his interrogation.

While you walked your brain was racked with all of these intense emotions. But the most prominent thought was how much it was killing you. Given you’d known that Dean wasn’t the relationship type, i mean the ratio of his hookups to relationships says enough in itself. But you’d grown up together, you knew how much dean craved to be held and loved by a woman, and you were hoping by chance he’d let it be you. But as the months turned into years and years turned into a decade, you were tired. Tired of loving someone who only thought of you as a friend. Tired of loving someone who would shamelessly flirt with other women in front of you, no matter how deeply in love you showed him you were.

By time you reached the motel you’d had your mind made up, you’d apologize to the boys later but you had to go. And you knew that if you told them in person Sam’s puppy dog eyes that always worked and deans broken expression would’ve coaxed you back in. So there you are packing your bags (not that you had much to pack) and hopping into a car you’d managed to break into and Hotwire and began your way to Bobby’s.

When you arrived at Bobby’s he was shocked to see you but ultimately let you in. “Y’look like shit” he greeted looking you up in down taking in your puffy eyes. You laughed “good to see you too”. Bobby looked behind you, curiosity etched into his face “where are the other two idjits?” He asked. Your once happy expression dropped, replaced by a guilty look and you avoided his eyes as best you could. Bobby took a step forward, now concerned “peanut where are the boys” he asked a little more demanding this time. Tears pooled your eyes for what felt like the 100th time that day. “I- i left them in Wyoming” your voice broke as tears began to cascade down your face. “I didn’t tell them, they would’ve convinced me not to go” you explained. Bobby stared at the girl not sure what to do about the girl he saw as a daughter crying so freely in front of him. “Why’d ya leave? Somethin’ happen?” He asked leading you to the couch and taking a seat himself.

You shook your head “no… no nothing happened. I just couldn’t watch it anymore.” You muttered playing with your fingers in your lap trying to put your feelings into words. Bobby watched intently, and he swore he could almost see the cloud of thoughts above your head. It took about five seconds for it to click. Dean. “S’this ‘bout dean?” He leaned forward. You hesitated, finally looking up to meet them and eyes before you nodded. “It was okay before, i mean I’ve had feelings for him since we were 14 so i learned to tune it out mostly. But as we get older its just go hard, i mean I’m 26 now and I’ve seen him during relationships and hookups and its not effected me until now.” You explained, Bobby didn’t say anything, knowing that if he said the wrong thing you’d probably run up to your designated room and act like the conversation never happened.

“i think because i realized just how far id go for him, and with the way things are heating up that flame seems to grow more and more every hunt. But he doesn’t see it, he doesn’t see the raw and utter devotion i hold for him. He doesn’t see how i run off every guy because i know they wont be like him. He doesn’t see how much it hurts me to see him happy with someone else, even if it’s just for a night. And it hurts Bobby, it hurts like hell to love someone who only sees you as his best friend that much” you finished. By that point the tears were streaming down your face and he could hear the heartbreak in your voice. Bobby stood up trying to keep his own tears at bay as he watched the young girl break down in front of him, he grabbed you by your wrist pulling you into a bone crushing hug as you sobbed into his shirt. The two of you stood like that until your sobs subsided, leaving you with sniffles every few seconds.

Bobby pulled away and grabbed your face “you are a smart, strong, beautiful young lady. And after all you’ve been through you deserve all the love in the world, and if dean can’t see that then he’s more of an idjit than i thought” he joked. A small laugh passed your lips and suddenly the need for sleep hit you like a ton of bricks. Bobby seemed to take notice because he sent you on your way upstairs to your room and you made no effort to fight sleep any longer.

just downstairs Bobby pulled out his phone that saw tht he had 14 missed callers from Sam and 27 from dean. He calculated how angry you’d be at him for making the decision he was about to but he’d deal with your anger over heartbreak any day. So he pressed the call back button and listened to the dial tone until deans voice replaced the noise

“Is she with you” he asked urgently, Bobby noted the sound of deans engine in the background as well as Sam asking if it was Bobby that called.

“Yeah she’s here, and you’d better have a damn good excuse for her showing up the way she did” Bobby said in an authoritative tone.

“I’m not 100% sure but i have a theory” dean replied with a distracted tone. “I don’t care what you do or don’t have. You get here and you fix it you understand boy?” “Yes sir” dean answered. Bobby then hung up, dean knew he was in deep shit if he couldn’t make things right with you

[leclercdream]

tell me who i am pt.3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

when in austin everything comes crashing down on reader because people on the internet are mean af

author's note: not much going on in this chapter bc of picture limit haha, will probably upload part 4 after the gp so i have more social media content!

tw: slut shaming

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

yourusername

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yourusername: im damned if i do give a damn what people say

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danielricciardo: there’s just no reason for you to be this fine

danielricciardo: wow

danielricciardo: marry me

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↳ yourusername: shut up this is your fault

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↳ alexandrasaintmleux: oh trust me, she is being well taken care of, thats why

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↳ yourusername: jealous bitches

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danielricciardo: As many of you know, this is my girlfriend y/n. We have been dating for 3 years now and she is not only my girlfriend but also my best friend, biggest supporter and the love of my life. For some unknown reason many of you have taken upon yourselves to leave hateful comments on her social media, even taken it as far as saying stuff to her face at the GPs she attended. Do not slut shame women for being proud of their bodies and feel comfortable with it. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to look. yourusername happens to be one of the people I know, that being one of the main reasons I fell in love with her. She is passionate, selfless, funny, caring, beautiful. So please, if you consider yourself a fan of mine and have ever treated her like less than any of that, you are not welcome here.

Any hate comments, threats or anything slightly disrepectful will be deleted and blocked. If you treat the people I love like that, you are not my fan.

Thank you for the tattoo baby!

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landonorris: imagine having a girlfriend that gets a tattoo because of you

↳ yourusername: you will never know ha

↳ landonorris: haha so funny!!

landonorris: jokes aside, hate comments are NOT welcome on my profile either. y/n is my best friend and i love her (dont let this get to your head PLEASE) so i wont tolerate any hate towards her.

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yourusername: i love you sososo much 🍯🦡 you are the love of my life!!!

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landonorris: Nothing better than a few days with friends.

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yourusername: low quality lando.jpg

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[wallterwall]

day 32

if you like my (cybrthrillz) content, please read this

tw for self harm and suicidal ideation

i want to take a break

this is not a victory or a win for anyone. if anything all of the harassment and relentless targeted hate has only made me even more motivated to make this little space ive created a more accepting place, and i will continue to be a voice of support for "weird and contradictory" queer identities because we all deserve to be happy and accepted

but, for a long time ive been putting myself in harms way, generally neglecting my own needs for the sake of other people, because i dont care about what happens to me as long as other people are happy and safe, and right now i dont think i can keep pushing myself like that anymore. im tired

i havent had a s/h problem since middle school but now those urges are resurfacing again when i thought id never have to deal with that again

i havent been able to relax or enjoy any of my time without having dreadful thoughts in the back of my mind

ill probably be changing things going forward too, or maybe things wont be changing at all. i dont know. i just know that i want to try and relax and watch those movies ive been meaning to watch and play more video games without feeling guilty that im not using my time for drawing.

the controversies have wounded me a lot but unfortunately regretevator is still my main hyperfixation so ill have trouble getting myself to draw anything else and i dont think i want to really avoid it. so ill still be drawing, but ill be drawing for myself without really worrying about posting schedules. ill still be active on discord, tumblr, instagram

im not going to kill myself today, nor am i going to in the future. because whether some people want to believe it or not, i know and my friends know that i always try my best to be a considerate and kind, overall good person. i know that i genuinely have positively impacted many people in life. i hope that ill be able to go back to regularly posting soon with a clearer state of mind because your support has genuinely improved my life both emotionally and financially, and i couldnt be more grateful.

but right now, its okay to be a little selfish for my sake. and i hope that you all can understand and be patient with me. thanks for stickin around

[ayrastv]

got a thing for the troublemaker?!

sypnosis : you and the student council president—rin, have a tendency to piss eachother off. what if this rivalry turns into something else?

content : reader is reffered as ‘miss’ or ‘her’ (i hate writing ‘name’ ‘y/n’). very light angst, you’re both in CRAZYYY denial, fluff, you’re a troublemaker :p EXTREMELLLLYYY CORNY and overused storyline..i am sorry🙏🙏🙏, cursing, highschool au and idk what else to add

tagging @megutime !

“this is dumb.” rin sighs, the principle made a poll whether there should be a school prom, or a sports event. of course, rin voted the sports event. whats the point of a school prom?

and not to his surprise, the school prom won. the principle left the job of setting up the prom to the student council president, rin swears this event is gonna be the death of him.

he’s currently buying some supplies with the vice president felena. “i think this fabric would make good ribbons.” she holds up the silky white fabric to show rin, he just nods in approval.

“so, have you decided who you’re taking to prom?” felena asks, the blush evident on her face. (rin is too dense to notice).

“no one.” he says blankly, causing felena to give him a dissapointed look, but thats okay, theres plenty of time. (for what?)

rin is taking the boxes of materials to the student council room when suddenly, he’s pushed to the side harshly, stumbling upon the boxes. “what the hell-“

“oh, my bad pres!” you continue running, you were trying to catch your friend in the hall, running around aimlessly (which is, also against the hall rules)

“tch..” if looks could kill, you’d be dead because rin is glaring at you from afar. he’d get you in trouble by now, but he has to bring these materials to the room, he’ll get you later though, for sure.

rin sets down the boxes on the shelf, his mates are discussing about the setup. “oh, hey rin!” felena greets him first. “we’ve got a gist of what to do, we’re gonna need more help though. we’ll need some students to volunteer.” rin grumbles, already knowing he’ll have to take care of that.

“fine, ill try to get some people to help.” its gonna be a headache, but he’ll get through it.

ring ring ring!

“oh, shit.” rin didn’t even realise the time, it was already time for classes. “we’ll continue this during break.” rin hastily leaves the room.

rin checks what class he has first, ugh, of course it has to be history. he rushes to the class, he’s already 5 minutes late. (it doesn’t matter much, he’s the teachers pet so he’ll get away with it.)

when rin enters the class the professor politely lets him in, but you’re the first one to break the silence. “wow, a whole 7 minutes late pres. didn’t expect that from you.” you tease.

“shut up, will you?” he glares, he hasn’t forgotten about your little mischief from earlier, you’re definitely not escaping detention today.

honestly, you hate classes, which is why you’re eyes are currently fighting your consciousness, daring to close shut. rin doesn’t fail to notice, he’s always trying to find ways to get you in trouble, afterall.

“professor.” rin speaks up. “you might wanna check up on her.” the teacher turns to you, realising you’re asleep. he walks over to your table, hitting his duster on it so you wake up.

“well, Miss sleeping beauty, would you like to explain to the entire class about the topic?” your teacher asks sternly, you take a moment to recollect your surroundings.

“oh, uh.” shit, you’re in trouble. “i would not.” your professor gives you a disappointed look. “stand, for the entire class. atleast you wont fall asleep like that.” your professor returns to his spot and continues explaining the topic.

you can feel eyes on you, chatter and laughter about you, nothing your not used to but god its annoying. you especially notice your rival looking quite smug—he’s the one that told the teacher, didn’t he?

ill get you back, just you wait itoshi.

during break, you had a little scheme, a classic prank, you’d put a little hit me note on his back, his reaction to people constantly hitting him would be priceless!

you’re walking to the halls with your little sticky note, trying to spot the itoshi. ah! there he is, by that locker. you could never miss his tall figure.

you realise he’s talking to someone, you gotta execute this carefully. you hide behind a nearby locker, sticky note in your hand just waiting to be sticked on his back.

“this is the list of food items we decided on.” felena hands rin the list, and you don’t miss the way her hand brushes against rin’s, lingering a bit too long for your—hey, wait, why are you paying this much attention to such a mundane detail?

“mhm. ill take care of it.” rin nods.

“so, uhm. have you decided yet?” felena asks.

“decided what?”

“who to take to prom..” felena smiles at him.

“no.”

“oh, okay. anyways..ill see you later.” she walks away.

rin shrugs, not giving her constantly asking that question too much thought. however, you, on the other hand are deep in thought about the whole conversation, your sticky note is long forgotten, fallen to the ground as your brain cant stop thinking about the whole scene.

you feel..troubled? you honestly have no idea, but you’re getting pretty bad vibes right now. “i must not be feeling good from all that running..” you’re gonna avoid the feeling, for now. its probably fleeting, right?

this isn’t what you planned for at all.

of course that dumb principle had to give you the worst punishment of all—help your enemy set up the prom decorations, really?

you scoff as you fold the fabric into ribbons, damn that itoshi. it wasn’t that serious, right? you had no harmful intentions! but wait, how did you even get here?

“he’ll never see it coming!” you thought, waiting behind the door with your water bottle, ready to splash it right in his face.

you’re still not over what happened during history class, when you heard rin’s gonna be taking some files from the storage room, you just had to sneak in there! how could you not?

“cant believe im wasting my time moving around these pa-“ splash! there’s water all over his face….and.. the test papers?

you fucked up.

“what the fuck..” rin is furious, you know you’re not going to hear the end of it…but how were you supposed to know he was holding the test papers?!

“you’re done, you’re fucking done.” rin glares at you, he looks like he’s about to punch you but he has some restraint.

“whats going on here?” the principle notices the commotion, coming over, when he see’s the wet test papers he already knows you’re the reason for this.

“Miss, you’re in huge trouble.” uh oh. “both of you, to my office, now.” he leaves.

“dang it..” you sigh. “this is all because of your idiot ass.” rin doesn’t waste time, taking your arm and dragging you to the office.

“we’re here, sir.” rin enters the room with you.

“explain yourself, miss.” the principle crosses his arms, demanding an explanation.

“ahh, well, you see. i was just doing a silly pra-“

“i’ve heard enough.” the principle looks stern. “these test papers were important, and this inconvenience is going to cause a lot of problems in the schedule, do you understand that?”

“..yes sir.”

“good, you’re punishment is to set up the entire prom, you too rin. call the others off duty.”

“what?” rin looks angry. “me? im not th-“

“don’t make me repeat myself.”

“i understand.” rin grits his teeth, as soon as you left the principle’s office, rin scolded your ear off. (he looked cute when he’s angry), wait what are you talking about?!

so, thats why you’re here now, setting up the ballroom with rin. “hey, idiot, pass me the scissors.” rin shouts from the other side. you grumble, taking the scissors and walking over to him.

you don’t realise you’re pointing out the sharp side of the scissors, and rin unknowingly reaches out for it and a cut pierces through the skin of his finger. “ow!” rin squints at the cut.

“oh, oops.” you shrug it off. “don’t you know the giver is suppose to hold the sharp side, dumbass?” rin scolds as usual. “you’ll be fineee, ill get you a bandaid.” you head over to your bag, getting an emergency bandaid.

you walk over to him, bandaid in hand. “show me your finger.”

“i can do it myself.”

“just show it, bro.” you huff. (im sorry THE BRO-ZONE HAHAHA)

“ugh, fine.” he holds out his hand, you’re surprisingly gentle as you wrap the bandaid around his long finger, pressing it to make sure it doesn’t peel off, your touch feels nice, warm and—

“heyyyyyy, ‘thank you’???” you cross your arms, he snaps out of his daydreaming.

“whatever, thanks.”

it’s officially a day before the prom! unfortunately, all students have to attend. no one’s asked you, and honestly you dont plan on asking out anyone either—not like anyone would wanna go with you anyway.

“hey, rin.” the familiar voice startles you, eavesdropping is bad—but you never intended on being good anyway right?

“hm, whats up?” rin turns to felena.

“you know, the prom is tomorrow.” oh, you know where this is going.. “do you wanna be my date?” felena asks, a blush evident on her face.

you don’t know why, but you’re curious about rin’s answer, why are you scared he’ll say yes? you can’t shake off this feeling..

“uh.”

rin wasn’t used to this at all—he can’t believe his assistant was asking him out to prom, its not that he wanted to go with her- he just didn’t know how to reject her without causing much conflict.

he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.

“im…already going with someone.” he lies.

you’re in disbelief, and for some reason, sad, jealous..?

you didn’t think he’d have anyone, you thought he’d be like you, going alone. you don’t know why you’re so upset about this. its not like you care..right?

“oh.” felena brushes it off with a smile. “nice! who are you going with?” of course, she’s prying.

rin’s struck frozen for a second, think, think, think of a name, fast!

“im going with her.”

you’re shocked, did he just say your name? but he didn’t even ask you out-

am i relieved..?

for some reason, you’re relieved, but still, confused. you’re gonna need to talk to him. wait, why are you relieved? thats not the point right now anyway—felena just gives him a nod, as soon as she leaves you’re rushing over to him.

“what was that about?” your hands go to your hips as you ask him, a mischevious smirk on your face—one he’s seen quite a few times.

“you were eavesdropping? god, can you get any worse?” he sighs. “…i didn’t know how to reject her.” he looks away, trying to hide his red face. “can you, uh, play along?” does this mean what you think it means ?!

“of co- i mean, fine. you owe me for this though..” you conceal your excitement, no way you’re excited at going to prom with the itoshi rin right?

you’re getting ready for the big night, you’ve got your favorite dress on with some jewelry to compliment it, maybe you do care about rin’s approval a little more than you anticipated..but whatever, you can’t wait to see his jaw drop when he see’s your outfit!

you’re confidently walking to the ballroom, you enter and you can feel some eyes on you, distracted by the whispering and chatter in the room—

“hey, you only need to focus on me.” suddenly, you feel an arm around your waist, you’re face immediately burns up when you turn around and see none other than rin, your prom date.

“oh god, just s-shut up.” you look away, its hard to ignore his warm fingers clasping your dress, keeping you close so you don’t get lost. since when could he be a gentleman?

you both walk over to the main area, you admire your and rin’s work, it truly did pay off! you grab some punch, a classic for prom. “have some too, you’re such a party pooper.” you tease rin. “ill pass.” he grumbles.

most of the night goes on with you talking to some friends and making trouble (rin is there to stop you).

soon everyone goes back to their own group or date, you and rin are in a little corner away from the crowd. you decided to bring him here since you could tell he wasn’t that comfortable over there.

“hmm, ive given it some thought and your favor to me will be doing my homework for the week!” you say proudly, rin grumbles. “fine, figured your dumbass would ask for something like that.”

“hey, thats rude, bullying is against the school rules!”

“shut up.”

“shut me up.”

“what?”

“what?”

and before you know i-

a/n : WOAH THERE!!! i’ve decided to split this fic into 2 parts! sorry but, you’ll have to wait to see part 2 (IM SORRY AHHAHAJA I LOVE CLIFF HANGERS) ANYWAYS.. MANGA READERS!! DID YOU GET THE REFERENCE OF WHAT RIN SAID WHEN THE EYES WERE ON U🥺🥺🥺 (i felt so genius writing that) UMM ANYWAYS this is really cliche and rushed..im sorry about that :(( BUT ngl i think i did a good job writing this.

i know, i am a little over 10 minutes late to rin’s birthday i am sincerely sorry i love you rin ur such a cutie i am totally not inlove with your brother!! 🫶🫶

ANYWAYS PEACE OUT !!