i'm embarrassed. sorry

THE SIGNS AS TEARS
  • Tears of Joy: Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Libra
  • Tears of Sadness: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, Pisces
  • Tears of Madness: Aries, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius
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Don’t ever ask me what the hell I was thinking ‘cause I don’t know either.

Crowded Places

A/N: So, a couple of weeks ago, I was drooling over this post. Subsequently, I was scoping out what they dressed Tom in for the shoot. I especially loved the red All Saints shirt because hello, Tom in printed shirts. Now, being the champagne-taste-on-a-beer-budget-girl that I am, I was like “Of course it’s All Saints. Ugh, I want to look sexy & wear All Saints” except instead of ignoring this impulse, I went to their site…they were having a sale…and I wanted to be like Tom Holland, I guess??? So I bought something (It was 50% off but let’s be real that did NOT make it anywhere near affordable). I woke up the next morning and realized I was an idiot. When it came, I tried it on and hated it. So I walked into the store that next day to return it, only to find that they only do exchange or in-store credit. Nice. So now I have a $120 credit to All Saints because I’m a fucking idiot I let Tom Holland’s sex appeal convince me to spend recklessly. This is based on how I wish this situation had played out.

P.S.: I don’t write often but when I do I try to make it good! Message me if you want to be on my taglist!

Warnings: Swearing (always), Smut (18+)

Pairings: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

WC: 2,667

It wasn’t that you weren’t a nature girl. You really did enjoy getting outdoors. But after being surrounded by the wilderness outside Montreal for the third week in a row, you’d become a bit bored. You were happy to spend time with Tom at the end of the day, and you knew you were lucky to be able to visit him during shooting at all, but you had an itch to see civilization again.

“Look baby,” You said, perched on the bathroom counter as Tom showered, “You have a whole weekend off, lets just go into the city and explore. I want to shop a little bit, too.”

Tom wasn’t big on going shopping. If he did, it was online, and typically with help from a stylist. You knew he hated photographers stalking you two around town, but maybe in Montreal that wouldn’t be as big of an issue.

From behind the shower wall you could hear him hmming and hawing before the water turned off and his head appeared around the corner, “Ok, love. I’m game.”

You smiled cheerfully at your success as Tom snatched a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. He eyed you as he walked across the bathroom.

“Don’t you look pretty,” He cooed, “Sitting here on the counter with your legs all spread and that cheeky grin on your face. Hoping for something?”

You had really just been swinging your legs nonchalantly while he was in the shower, but now he was between them, gripping your hips and pulling you in until you were touching. You let him kiss you a bit before giving him a gentle push.

“Not right now, Tom.” You chuckled, leaning back, “Save it for a better time.”

He stepped back begrudgingly as you slid off the counter, “A better time?” He called after you as you wandered into the bedroom, “I’m fresh out the shower and you’re on a countertop, what better time are you envisioning?”

You rolled your eyes to yourself as you picked up a pair of his jeans and tossed them at him, “You’ll know when it’s better.”

He scoffed a bit, looking annoyed. You shrugged in response, you really just wanted to get ready and get the show on the road.

An hour later you were leisurely strolling the streets of Montreal with Tom in hand. A blue baseball cap pulled low on his face kept you from getting noticed as you admired some of the touristy sites, stopping in the occasional shop to look around.

“Baby, where’d you get that floral short-sleeve button down that I love?” You asked as you browsed through a local boutique.

“I have literally so many, but I think you’re talking about the one from All Saints.” He responded absentmindedly, scrolling through his phone.

You nodded, “Let’s go there.”

Noticing he wasn’t paying attention to you, you frowned a bit. Looking around to make sure nobody was paying you any mind, you stepped near to him, causing him to look up as you entered his space.

“You know it’s all I can do to not rip those shirts off you the minute you get them on.” You teased, daring to let your hand toy loosely with the belt buckle on his jeans.

He didn’t step back right away; instead turning his gaze back to his phone, “Watch it, you’re asking for trouble.”  

And with that he turned right out of your hand and walked away.

Pouting at his indifference, you followed him as he mapped your way to All Saints a block up the street.

“Here’s what I think we should do,” You proposed, overcompensating for his seeming annoyance with you, “I’ll pick you out three things to start with, and you can pick me three things.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you, “Any three things I want you to try?” He clarified.

You nodded. It didn’t seem like that revolutionary of a concept, but Tom appeared quite pleased by it. You were happy with the arrangement too, seeing as he was always so picky about what he wore and you rarely got a say.

After wandering around the store for a bit, you met again near the fitting room to size up each other’s choices.

“What did you pick?” Tom mumbled as he assessed. You’d snatched a pair of acid washed jeans, a black jacket and maroon short-sleeved button down. He pointed the button down out immediately, “Babe I already own a million of these.”

“Just try it. For me.” You stuck your tongue out. You sized up his choices for you: A denim skirt, some oversized sweater, and a black leather jacket.

You waited at the changing rooms until the store attendant took notice and started making her way over. Then Tom began to do something interesting. He pushed up his cap and cocked his head a little to the side and brought a warm smile to his face. His eyes glittered as the girl approached. She was probably about your age, and definitely pretty.

“Two rooms, three items each?” She asked, her attention solely focused on Tom as she took the garments you carried.

“Actually love, could we just share a room?” He inquired charmingly. You rarely saw him manipulate like this, though his motives were obvious.

“That should be fine.” The girl said, a tad bit flustered by his charisma, and probably breaking store policy, you guessed.

She let you in to an open room and hung the clothes for you, “My name’s Jenna if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you so much Jenna, I will let you know.” Tom flirted shamelessly.

You were equal parts shocked and impressed as he shut the door behind you.

Crossing your arms, you shot him a look, “All that just to see me strip in front of you?”

He turned with a grin, “Uh, yeah. That’s generally the thought.”

You rolled your eyes at him and began to shimmy out of your jeans. He pulled off his hoodie and went straight for the maroon button down, much to your delight. Now having your pants off, you figured you’d throw him a bone, choosing to slip out of your shirt before reaching for the sweater he had picked.

“Actually,” Tom paused you, lifting your fingers off the hanger; “I think I want to see you in this. Just this.” He motioned to the leather jacket hanging on the wall. You shook your head at his naughtiness.

Turning away to pick up the jacket, you suddenly felt yourself being abruptly pulled against him. You braced yourself on the wall of the changing room but Tom’s arms around you were keeping you plenty steady now. You felt his toned body press into your back as he began to kiss your neck from behind.

“Y’know,” he murmured, nipping at your jawline, “I think now would be—“ he brought his mouth near to your ear and you could hear the smile on his lips, “—a better time.”

His breath sent a shiver through your body and he sensed it, guiding your waist around to face him then colliding with intensity into your mouth, his tongue invading in a needy, aggressive kiss. One hand slid to the small of your back as he pulled you against him. You could feel he was hard through his jeans.

“Baby, baby, Tom,” you whispered, breaking your kiss, “We can’t possibly—not here! They’ll hear us!”

“They better not.” He threatened, raising one eyebrow at you. You bit your lip, but Tom wasn’t hesitating. With one hand he reached around and unclasped your bra, pulling it off of your frame and discarding it in the corner. His kisses rained down your body from your neck to your hips, near silent in sound, but loud with intent, as he reached between your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs. His fingers took over, then, his thumb roughly massaging over the outside of your panties, using the friction to his advantage. Your breathing became irregular as his face rejoined yours.

“That’s a good girl.” He encouraged, feeling your hand wind down and clasp around his wrist desperately. You opened your eyes and turned towards a sound in the room—it was Tom’s other hand reaching for the leather jacket he’d picked.

His hand between your legs was suddenly gone and he held up the jacket and said rather loudly, “Let’s try this!” His voice betrayed no misbehavior, but his eyes were narrowed and the bulge in his pants implied otherwise. You slid into the jacket and smiled shyly to yourself in the mirror. It fit well, hitting where your waist became the smallest, and the outline of your breasts was clear from the open front. Tom’s hand came from behind you and slipped up through the jacket, palming you while his other hand pulled your hair out from where it was tucked under the collar of the jacket, holding it tightly in his hand.

“How we doing in there?” Came Jenna’s voice suddenly from the other side of the door. You froze. Tom, still holding your hair, turned his face to the door to speak, but didn’t open it.

“So good, thank you. Do you think you could grab us 3 more men’s shirts? Your pick.” He was using his most professional voice. Jenna happily agreed and said she’d return in a moment.

Tom turned his face back to you and his expression became amused. You had started touching yourself in his absence. You thought to stop, but he simply leaned back against the wall to watch you, loving it.

“Why did you do that? Now she’s going to come back.” You complained, still apprehensive about the whole plan, admittedly.

“Mmm it buys us more time, though.” He smirked, “More things to try on—takes a bit longer.” He had a point; you’d already been there a few minutes. Momentarily, Jenna was back with Tom’s requests. You stayed pressed against the wall, keeping out of sight of the door and mirrors as Tom opened it just a crack to accept everything.

Once the door was shut, Tom’s patience suddenly ran out. He unzipped his jeans and quickly stepped across the room, pinning you against the wall. His hand traveled right down into your panties, which you’d soaked at this point.

He was pleasantly surprised, “Such a good girl.” He whispered, sliding a finger inside of you.

You let a tiny whimper escape your lips, as your hands scrambled over his body, his rough abs, his soft skin. You began stroking him through his briefs but he didn’t need it—his desire from this morning was still with him.

Outside the door you could hear a few other people come in to try things on. When someone opened the room next to you, your nerves dialed your senses to eleven, leaving you even more sensitive to Tom’s touch.

“Don’t make a sound, love.” He ordered and you nodded, pursing your lips together. He used his free hand to reach under your thigh, wrapping your leg around his torso. As you kissed him desperately, his hand moved to pin yours to the wall and you frowned.

“Let me touch you.” You breathed. His hand let go and you pushed his briefs down as best you could, letting him handle the rest.

Two fingers edged their way into you now, hitting at an unforgiving pace. Tom’s face was intently watching yours, biting his lip as your mouth opened with pleasure but no sound rang out. Your legs felt weak underneath you, and your face fell to his shoulder for support—kissing at his collarbones.

Next to you, a girl asked her boyfriend for his opinion on something. A few rooms down, someone giggled. The beat of the store’s soundtrack pulsed in the background.

Suddenly Tom drew back, forcing you to stand for yourself and meet his eyes. You wordlessly begged for him, and he could see it. You adjusted the leather jacket you still had on, the material no longer cold against your heated skin.

Pumping himself with his fingers, wet from you, he instructed, “Turn.” nodding toward the mirror. You faced it, bracing yourself on either side of the glass. Tom stood back, momentarily, admiring how the jacket spread with your arms, your breasts hanging forward as you bent over invitingly.

“Fuck.” He whispered. Approaching you, he slid your thong to the side, slicking himself a bit more before pushing in without a word.

You were tight—tighter than the both of you expected. You nearly gasped aloud with shock but for your hand flying to cover your mouth in the nick of time. Tom’s brows furrowed together and he pulled back and pushed in farther, tipping his head back with pleasure as he eased in.

“Still doing alright?” called a voice from the other side of the door.

Your eyes shot to Tom who quickly called back, “So good! Thanks so much.” You heard her footsteps retreating but you were hardly relaxed, every muscle slightly on edge.

Speeding up his thrusts, Tom leaned into you, chuckling breathlessly, “Ooooh, nearly getting caught gets you extra tight, huh babe?”

You wanted to answer but knew you couldn’t get words out without moaning. He was too much, it was too much, you were so over stimulated and—the shockwave hit. Your orgasm rolled through your body with a pulse, and you let out an uncontrollable whimper and this time it was Tom’s hand that came across your mouth, stifling any other noise you could make.

“Fucking you so good you can’t keep quiet.” Tom murmured proudly, using the hand over your mouth to pull your head back and kiss your cheek.

The leather jacket kept your flexibility limited; he’d probably done that on purpose. Managing to reach behind you, you ran a hand into Tom’s curls, pulling them, breathing hard through your nose while his palm kept a tight seal over your lips. He was sliding himself nearly out of you before slamming in as deep as he could get—a good indication he was nearing his peak.

“Time to finish.” He whispered in your ear. “Follow my lead. And not a word.”  

His instructions were clear, and so was his intent. He ran his hands up the smooth leather on the back of the jacket, bending you as far over as you could manage without losing your balance. Taking your arms, he guided your hands back to your ass, and you knew what he wanted. He wanted the view.

Gripping yourself, you spread so he could see himself inside you. You smirked in the mirror at his face.

“Tssssss” Tom hissed, tongue between his teeth, close to his climax at the simple sight of you. Pulling the jacket up so he could see, he picked up his pace and fucked you as hard as he could without making a noise.

Moments later his breathing caught, you opened your eyes from having them squeezed shut. He mouthed a relieved, blissed, “Oh. My. God.” As he released inside you. Pulling out slowly, he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. You were sweaty from getting the shit fucked out of you while wearing leather, brushing a hair out of your face.

You paused and admired him like this: eyes closed, shirt undone…all of him undone really.

Slipping out of the jacket, you hung it back on its hanger and began dressing yourself again. Tom moved quickly into his original clothes, as well. Grabbing the jacket, and the red shirt, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket.

“I think we better buy these.” He winked at you as you pulled your pants on. “I’ll go pay, love. You… should stay in here until your cheeks calm down a bit.”

He slipped out the door and you looked up at yourself in the mirror. Flushed cheeks and hair a mess—you’d need a minute to recover. Guess that’s what you get for waiting for a “better time” in Tom’s world.

It’s saturday so Koujaku and Aoba stays in home together. When Aoba tries to cook breakfast for both of them, Koujaku has another idea and Aoba goes along willingly ❤

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i get a lot of happiness trying to envision the conversation that started the shift from blue/gansey to blue/gansey/henry 

  • blue and gansey are sitting alone watching tv or something. gansey is probably on the end of the couch, blue leaned against his side
  • both of them are thinking about it. they are thinking about it really quite hard. the tv is too quiet to actually be heard but they’re both so lost in thought that they don’t notice
  • finally blue takes a sharp breath “u know. henry’s pretty cool. actually”
  • and immediately gansey’s internal monologue is i know i know i know i know do you ever want to kiss him on his mouth i know i know i know
  • but out loud he’s like “yeah. yeah i like him a lot. he’s .. cool”
  • and blue nods. “yeah. cool.”
  • and they go back to silence. it’s a loUD silence. they both hear it. gansey starts tapping his fingers
  • it’s annoying but blue can’t even be bothered, she hardly notices
  • gansey opens his mouth to talk, though he doesn’t say anything, he just makes that noise where you’ve almost decided you’re gonna speak but then dont
  • blue turns her head too sharply “huh?”
  • “oh it’s just……….. you know. sometimes do you ever……… stop me if this is…… bad….. but do you ever…………….”
  • but he never finishes the damn sentence he just looks at her. he practically has question marks in his eyes
  • and blue kind of sits back a little 
  • and she very carefully says “………… y..es……”
  • and he replies “….yes?”
  • as if to clarify, she goes on, “like…… henry……… he’s super cool….”
  • they beat around the goddamn bush for so long before gansey finally breaks, “DO YOU EVER WANNA KISS HIM TOO” and blue just shouts “YEs ” and then she kisses gansey
  • and then they go find henry and repeat the entire Talking In Circles “you’re just ……… really .. cool, henry……” process again , but this time it’s henry who flatly asks “is this about how desperately y’all wanna kiss me because believe me, i’ve Noticed”
  • and that’s that
Imagine Tom talking about you in interviews after your child is born:

Pushy Interviewer: So were you there? Did you watch? With my kids I couldn’t watch so I just stayed up by my wife’s head.

Tom: Yeah, man. It definitely is a lot to take in, but I consider it an honor. You know, I grew up in a family of all boys, but my mum always made it very clear our whole childhood that having a baby was like– the most painful thing on this Earth and we needed to respect women for doing that.  

Interviewer: She raised you right, huh?

Tom: I’d like to think so. After we found out she was pregnant, one of the first things she decided was that she wanted to do it naturally. Which, you know, I really respect that. I can’t imagine what that must feel like, so I think it was important that I just be as supportive as I could. The whole process was insane. She did great.

Interviewer: Did you actually cut the cord? I did that with my son.

Tom: I actually didn’t. But I caught her. It was the craziest thing, man. The doctor was there and they said to give one more push and then the nurse literally like grabbed my hands and the doctor guided my daughter into my arms. It was the best moment of my life. I cried.

Interviewer: That’s amazing. Were your parents there?

Tom: Hers and mine both were out in the waiting room. We waited to find out the sex so I got to come out and say it was girl and everyone cheered and my dad cried. It was pretty great.

Interviewer: Now, you guys are both pretty young still, and you’re carrying a massive franchise on your back. How is that going to balance with parenting?

Tom: You know, that’s a good question. I think, for me, it feels really important to be present. I think in this industry, a lot of actors, men in particular, get to have a spouse and a family, but then their job is this separate life and they kind of go away and work and travel the world and leave their partners behind. And that isn’t to pass judgment– different things work for different people. But that was something we talked a lot about. I didn’t want my role as a father to be a side job. So I think for now, the girls will travel with me wherever I’m shooting. 

Interviewer: Wow.

Tom: Yeah, it’s a big sacrifice, on the girls’ part. I mean, the baby won’t remember it, and we haven’t decided what we’ll do when she’s school aged, but it’s a real privilege to be able to have a partner who believes in what I’m doing so much that she’s willing to come along for the ride of it. My hope is that I’ll be able to be a really involved father as a result of it because, you know, I’ll be able to go home to them at the end of every day. Try to be as normal as possible.

Interviewer: Do you have any pictures?

Tom: Do I ever. She’s the prettiest little girl in the world, mate.

The Answer

It’d be a simple thing to answer Anders’s question, if Hawke didn’t know just how he’d make light of it.

Fenris knows things. Many things, about most things. He tells her of Rivain, and Par Vollen and Seheron and Nevarra, of the Fog Warriors and the Fog Dancers, the Orlesian nobility and the Antivan royalty, the Black Divine and the magisterium and the Circle in Minrathous. He tells her of Ashkaari Koslun and enough of the Qun to untwist the contemptuous curl of the Arishok’s mouth when she addresses him. “You hear much when people regard you as little more than furniture,” Fenris replies when she asks how he even knows all that, but that’s just him, she thinks: had it been her, she would have wasted away in idle fantasy, not learned foreign tongues or woven together the web of Thedosian politics from fragments of conversations.

After a lifetime of casting spells first and asking questions later, though, now she tries to understand instead—and when Fenris starts helping himself to her books after learning to read faster than she did the rules of diamondback, she cracks one open of her own for the first time since Lothering.

(Not a picture book and not a book about dragons. And not Hard in Hightown either, as far as Varric is concerned.)

Fenris never lies. He lied to Hadriana, if that can even be counted as such, but it’s because he broke his word that once that Hawke realises it’s only ever held true otherwise. Fenris only says what he means and always means what he says, and though his honesty has the sharp, serrated edges of rashvine nettle sometimes, once the welts have worn off she’s most often left having to admit that he has the truth of it—and when the entire Kirkwall nobility turns into lickspittles, trying to simper their way into the Champion’s good graces (or into her leathers), she comes to think of Fenris’s forthrightness as an uncut gem: perhaps not as pretty as a stone cut and set, but worth that much more.

Hawke, though? She’s—well, not a liar the way Varric is, but she skirts and shirks and twists the truth, maims and manhandles it, has perhaps even left it for dead a few times. At least with Fenris, though, truth comes to her a little easier.

(Anyway, she’d rather not suffer the smug look on his face whenever he pokes holes in her attempts at deceit.)

Fenris tempers her. With the city-wide revelation of her magic—now the Maker’s grace and not His curse—comes something that no title could ever match: the elation of being a known apostate yet untouchable, the unspeakable relief of the first breath after staying underwater a little too long, an intoxicating rush that she has to swim against lest it carry her too far from herself. It’s little things at first: her reveling in Cullen’s stammers and stutters, a casual mention of her magic to sway the nobles of the Keep her way, a misdirection hex cast to make some arsehole bumble off the pier for calling Merrill “knife ear.”

But when treading the line between freedom and excess becomes a balancing act worthy of an Antivan tightrope walker in the storm, when the line all but vanishes—then she has but to look at Fenris, branded with the hubris of mages, to be stirred away from the Void that sings to her.

(Alright—she can’t quite keep herself from teasing Cullen just to watch his nug-wheel brain run.)

The answer to Anders’s question is simple: Fenris makes her a better woman—perhaps even a good woman, when she wouldn’t be otherwise. “By being the perfect example of what not to do?” Anders would say, though, and it’s not that she doesn’t want to argue with him well into the next age—she just doesn’t have any breath left to waste when a certain elf keeps taking it away.

(She’d complain, but nowhere are her breaths, her heart and the truth of her answer safer than in Fenris’s hands, so she lets him have them.)

So—the sex, she jests instead. She’s with Fenris for the sex.

  • Kuroo: Oh, TsukishimAAAHHH
  • Tsukishima: TsukishimAAAHHH?
  • Kuroo: Um, it's nothing, Tsukki.
  • Tsukishima: But you said my name really weird
  • Kuroo: No I didn't. Honestly Tsukishimaaahhh
  • Tsukishima: There. You just said it again.
  • Kuroo: Yes, I'm doing it on purpose now; I'm angry.
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Baseball AU: Trost Districts baseball club; Titans.
It's too embarrassing.

iamonlyatiger  asked:

I wanna hear about the confession! It sounds like a cute story!!

ALRIGHT THEN HERE I GO FROM THE VERY BEGINNING BUT IT’LL BE LONG SO I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT

Let‘s go back in time, about 3 years ago, where I joined a new group of friends
I don’t wanna name anyone and since I like distributing an animal to my close friends, let’s call them this

Pinguin <- pretty pale, used to look like he’s never gotten any warmth on his skin ever, the soon to be significant otter (at that time)
Frog <- always jumping around, annoying but tolerable, Pinguin’s best friend
Hamster <- my friend, cinnamon roll but can actually kill you, independent and badass as heck
Panda <- actually a unsocial turd who spent most time eating and doing weird but lovable shit, the victim, me

there were actually two more dudes in the group (Koala & Fisch), but they don’t really contributed much to this weird love story HAHA

Anyway, like I said, I joined this group with Hamster when we changed schools together.
I’ve pretty much only talked to Koala in the beginning, bc we used to go to the same elementary school, and I felt like the other douches weren’t much amused by the “newbies”. With time, Frog started to warm up to me and we were soon good friends. But Fish and Pinguin were always pretty quiet and barely said a thing to me. (Fish was kind of worse he only nodded, but never answered when I asked sth lol).
So a year passed with me hardly knowing anything about Pinguin.
In the next year, we got some classes where we were sitting pretty close together and we gradually came on better terms. But it was all just friendly chit chat and nothing more, except some group projects n’ other school stuff we worked together for.
But there were already rumors amongst the others, saying that we were “so into eachother” n’ shit and I was like YEAH RIGHT I WOULDN’T DATE THAT IMMATURE MIDGET and Pinguin would be like shUT UP (btw he was about 6″ at that time and I was like 5,3″ LMAO)
Even though I was only a year older than him, I definitely felt more mature (although I kept doing shit, like doodling piles and piles of poop with arms and legs everywhere while calling them Mr/Mrs Plop- do not judge me ok)

I honestly don’t know what the FRICK happened then (maybe puberty hit late), but there was a year where we HATED each other and I literally wanted to stab him every day I saw him bc he’s been so pissy and rude towards me. ANd I’m sure he wished nothing more than to throw me off the building sometimes.
And of course, since I am the older one, I made the wise decision to annoy him even more. (looking back at it i still think that I was a dumb thing to do but it was hella funny ok)

Even the others where like YOOOOOO WTF CHILL U 2 and we both just continued fighting day after day lol

After this pretty everyone stopped making comments about our “love”, even after we both calmed down again and acted as if it never even happened HAHA

AND SUDDENLY PINGUIN STARTED TO BEHAVE REALLY DIFFERENT TOWARDS ME. He kept asking me to meet up with him and was rlly persistent about it. The abrupt change was kind of awkward af for me bc all we talked about before, was star wars, school and more star wars. XD So I always kind of avoided it and dodged his questions. I kind of assumed that he wanted me to be like his best friend so I was really confused and insecure lmao.
That went on for quite a time, and I started to grumble about it almost every day.
In April I got the possibility to enter an 1 week exchange programm to france, bc someone else bailed out and I joined. But guess who was also already taking part?
Frog and friggin’ Pinguin.
So of course i started to worry, that it could get awkward between us but in the end went the drive pretty well since another friend asked me to sit by her (faaaar away from Frog and Pinguin lol).
On the 3rd or 4th day my mind was almost bursting so I couldn’t hold back and asked for the favor, if Frog couldn’t ask Pinguin if he actually had something for me when they are alone, bc i was way too scared to do it.
Little did i know that Frog actually CANNOT KEEP A SINGLE SECRET TO HIMSELF. So he RAN to PINGUIN and YELLED REALLY LOUD the question if he has a crush on Panda aka me.

He got startled, looked at me, then back at Frog and said No.

I got really angry, embarrassed, ashamed and sad at the same time.
Maybe because Frog did that, or maybe because of sth else..
We stopped talking much after that, and he started always being with another girl from the other school.
As if that wasn’t the worst, on our drive home, I had to sit next to him bc everyone started switching seats. so ofc I was like -_____________-
I swore to myself not to sleep but after 3h or so I started to nod off. I kind of woke up and found myself leaning my head against Pinguin’s shoulder and his head on top. I was like !!!!! and wanted to get up quick but he put a jacket over us both and he TOOK MY HAND UNDER THE JACKET.
Now I was like ?????????? bOI. So I couldn’t bring myself to say anything nor get away from him. I had to admit, even if I didn’t want to, that I liked his warmth. So we stayed the whole 10h drive like that, basically cuddling.
(I got kind of embarrassed writing this part omg)

After this trip we never mentioned it again and went back to our old antics.
But I have never stopped thinking about it, no it just made me think even more and harder.

Winter, in the following year, Hamster started to get more aggressive, pushing me to ask me about all this stuff that happened. (she knew ofc lol)
I always rejected this bc HOW WAS I EVEN SUPPOSED TO DO IT.
In the end I gave in when she said, she would beat my whiny ass, and finally chose a day where we could meet up and “TALK”.
It was on a November day, and we met up at a bus stop, where he picked me up. (He was at his dad’s place and I was unfamiliar with the village)
He was being very cute, showing me his room, where he spent most of his childhood, and pictures of him. I couldn’t concentrate though. Ofc he asked me then what exactly I wanted to talk about.

I was SO ANXIOUS, I BARELY got any words out until I forced myself to ask, while throwing his pillows around x’D: SO UM- PLEASE ANSWER TRUTHFULLY. DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT HAVE A THING FOR ME?! (yes I legit asked like this lmfao).

He looked at me like this (☉_☉)

And I was like ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

then he answered WELL- and started talking about how he used to be in love with me but it has gotten “less” with the time.
I got kind of disappointed when he said that.
But we discussed about other things openly by then, and cleared everything up.I still asked him if he intended to enter a relationship with me. And he thought a bit and said: Maybe. But now’s not the time.
Sooo no one actually really confessed but I think we both knew that this was the first stone set for our future together. We talked longer than I expected and he also said a lot of cute shit which made me hella shy and blablabla, I was a emotioal mess (*/ω\*)

We started having dates for a while, and after we finished watching a movie at my place, it went:

“Can I ask you sth?”

“Ya sure, what’s up.”
 
“Err if I kissed you now…would you kiss me back?”
(HE LEGIT ASKED LIKE THIS)

Inside I was like ASDGGJLSIJIUDHIUHWUHIFIUFH)O but outside I was, again, like: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) umm-

SO HE DID IT AND WE TOTALLY MADE OUT I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE THIS OMFG

/realizes how much I already wrote

oh gosh and w-well we kind of continued doing this for a month after he asked me out officially in december.
Also, he admitted that he was lying about loving me “less” at that time, bc he was anxious. He even said that he has been in love with me for more than 2 YEARS and I went W H A T but anyway, that’s how the Panda ended up with the annoying Pinguin.

And they all lived happily even after.

THE END



(also I realized soon after that he is not immature at all and has his life more together than I do btw /cries).