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what you'll find here:

✴ lots of yapping ✴︎ occasional pens lb'ing ✴ thirsty yaps casional live blogging during games ✴ probably me not making sense 50% 90% of the time

and MAYBE…maybe (don’t quote me on this guys) i might post a few little blurbs (or maybe like an au) here that i don’t want on my main !! but rn this is just a thought !!

this blog mainly exists because i didn’t want to fill my main with constant thoughts and hourly yapping, so this is my cozy little corner for that :)

also ! keep in mind this blog is of course just for fun and a space to share my yaps,

✴︎ thanks for visiting fairyland ✴︎

To say that things had been going well for you these last few days would be a complete lie. Quite frankly, things had been shit. All you were trying to do was talk, tell someone something, or even just message someone—but of course people all week kept talking over you or showing no interest in what you had to say at all. And sure, this was such a small issue compared to so many other things, no one had even been mean, or even went on to say shut up. Though that didn’t change anything, because to you, it had still hurt.

This week, every time you had a talk with someone, it seemed like the conversation was instantly over because no one seemed to be listening, the subject was changed, or you were completely ignored altogether. Texts had been left on read, or a simple “mhm..” was given when speaking directly to someone. So by time the week was over, you found yourself to be talking less and less to people…because what was the point?

And sure, maybe others hadn’t noticed…but he did. He always did, when it came to you. At first, he noticed, because you seemed quiet when the two of you were with friends, then when he messaged you during the week, something seemed off—like you were trying to be yourself but you just…weren’t.

So, you ended up in Dean’s bed—he was at practice, like the rest of the guys were, but Dean never minded you being there when he was at practice, because it always meant he got to come back to you—so how could he deny that?

Though what you don’t notice is when everyone gets back, and Dean makes his way upstairs, and stands in the doorway, too busy scrolling mindlessly on TikTok.

“Princess?” He says, causing you to look up, slightly startled. “What happened?”

You shake your head, not wanting to burden him, feeling like you had already done that enough this week with everyone else. So you just give him a simple answer. “Nothing.” And of course, that draws an eyebrow raise from him.

“…Nothing?”

You just shrug, before you answer. This time, your voice getting a little quieter. “It’s stupid…” And immediately, he’s dropping his bag onto the floor, walking over and sitting down next to you, as you set down your phone. “Baby, nothing you tell me is stupid—especially if you’re upset…”

You sigh, starting to toy with your fingers, and Dean comfortingly laid his hand on your shoulder, comfortingly starting to rub it…and that’s all it took, before tears formed in your eyes and the words spilled out. From how people were interrupting you, to how nobody seemed interested in what you had to text them or say to them, and how you had been talked over.

And gosh, it felt stupid to even be upset about something so little, but to Dean? It wasn’t stupid. In fact, he listened to you the entire time, didn’t check his phone, space out, or interrupt you, or even try to solve things. No, he simply just listened to you, the entire time…Which was really all you needed.

And when you finally finished speaking, a small frown was on his lips—confused as to how you could think something like being unheard was a stupid thing?

“That’s not stupid…”

“Kind of is, D…”

Though he just shook his head, and you softly played with your fingers again, before continuing. “I dunno…guess it just feels like people don’t care what I have to say,” And oh, that hurts him, because he hates that anyone could ever make you feel this way.

“Oh, baby…” He softly says, before softly tugging you closer, so that your head was in his lap but facing him. “I care. I care about every little thing you tell me. If it’s about an earring, or the most bizarre thing in the world. M’always gonna care.” That gets a tiny smile from your lips. “Every little thing?” You softly ask, holding back a giggle.

“Every. Little. Thing.”

“What if it’s 2 am?” “I’ll listen”

“Even my love island rants?…” You trail off, a smiles still on your lips and he nods. “Even the love island rants, baby.” And now you can't help but let your smile grow, which makes his grow too.

“There she is…Missed your smile”

“Oh stop it…” You softly mumble, heat rising to your cheeks, but he just leans down and gives you a soft peck on the lips.

“Now...I’m free for the night, so I’m all yours.”