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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years

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Let’s talk: Vlive Asks and comment/chat discussions

From @cottoncandykings: Hello! As u probably know jimin just went live recently and again he mentioned mandaggo and discussing about doing it with tae. I just find it so weird though. I mean jimin keeps constantly mentioning it and its not like vminnies were begging or dying for a vmin live everyday even before jimin mentioned it last year. Even now most including myself dont really care that much ofc i m happy if they do one together. But the way jimin keeps mentioning it is so weird. Like surely if he wanted to do it so badly he could have talked to tae privately and arranged it by now. And if tae is the one that doesnt want to do it then idk why jimin is pushing it. But what was really weird to me this time was that he said there were lots of comments about mandaggo yesterday in zoom call and yet they didnt mention it yesterday but suddenly today without prompting he talks about it. I also hope no one spammed the zoom call chat or the vlive chat with requests for vmin live (i didnt see any) bcoz thats just unnecessary and demanding. I hope vminnies wont demand/ ask for another memeber when one of them is live. Its just disrespectful. This turned into a rant sorry. Do you think it was weird too?

Since Admin 2 can’t type their thoughts themselves, I’ll relay their thoughts to you instead, since they had more thoughts/opinions/ideas in regard to this than I do, to be honest.

Admin 2 is sure that there is a good chance that we will get a vmin vlive sometime soon, which I know contradicts their original opinion and post from a few months ago, but there’s a reason for it. During the zoom meeting between BTS and ARMY they noticed something I don’t think anyone else noticed, or at least neither of us has seen any vminnies mention it anywhere, which in conjunction with Jimin’s vlive today and saying how he’d talk to Tae about doing a mandaggo vlive again, as well as another observation a little while ago, leads them to this conclusion.

So, the observation from the zoom meeting. Basically at one point when the question of Jimin doing a vlive arose Tae looks at Jimin and then he nods while smiling which in turn makes Jimin smile as he turns away from Tae and back to face toward the camera before answering the question and saying how he’ll come visit us the next day. Which he did.

Then the other observation from a while ago, this one being from their OT7 vlive celebrating their BBH100 #1 on June 29th where at one point Jimin says something but slips into satoori after which Tae encourages him to say that again but this time in the Seoul accent, so the way they actually should speak, which Jimin says isn’t difficult but he doesn’t actually end up repeating what he said.

And lastly in today’s vlive Jimin mentioned how he’s using satoori quite often but that he isn’t all that good at doing it on command or at teaching it to others, which is something he’d have to do for mandaggo but I’m sure he’d manage just fine if the time came for it.

Based on that Admin 2′s thoughts are basically that Jimin really meant it when he said, last year, that he’ll bring Tae around for a vlive, that it wasn’t a joke or a way to tease us with something he knew he wouldn’t be able to deliver, but rather that up until this point they weren’t quite sure how to do it. Which sounds a bit odd, I know, but what they mean is that if vmin were to just sit down in front of the camera and were supposed to just talk based on what the chat would give them, it would likely just turn out awkward and weird and no one, including them, would really have fun. Even more so when we take into account how idiotic the chat is during regular vlives so now imagine if those two were to do one together that’s just a casual chat. It would likely end up in disaster and honestly I wouldn’t wish it upon them to read all those awful comments that they would likely get, even worse ones than they already get normally, to be honest.

But now that the whole satoori thing was brought up, and Jimin actually mentioned mandaggo and wanting to bring it back after so many years, Admin 2 thinks that they must’ve finally figured out a solution to their problem, if you can call it that. Doing mandaggo would basically mean they would have an activity, something to do similar to how they did those ASMR videos for the Japanese Fan Club which were fun and cute, and so Admin 2 thinks that perhaps chances are we will finally get the vlive we’ve waited for so long (though like many others I’ve long given up the idea).

Another confirmation is that during his vlive today Jimin basically said that he only came by for a little while since they are quite busy and had to soon get ready for work with the other members but that he’ll return in two or three weeks for a more proper, longer, vlive. So, he could’ve treated today’s vlive as the promised one but instead he saw it more as a bridging one between the zoom meeting and the proper vlive he wants to do, so is it the farfetched to think that he had proper plans for a vlive, like doing mandaggo, but it just wouldn’t have worked out time wise today so he moved the actual vlive he wanted to make to a later date?

One last thing (well two actually) that has nothing to do with this question but Admin 2 wanted me to include it anyway is that one, have you noticed how Tae and Jimin were both on weverse around 3 am (until almost 4am (also both of them posting a comment to some post at 03:41 am KST)) one after the other (though with one day of a break in between them) recently and then also two, that Jimin was up until like 6 am (since he posted on weverse around that time) on the 8th and then during the zoom meeting Tae answered a question by saying that he’d been awake until 6 am the previous day (also the 8th) since he wanted to see the sunrise? Which is also something an anon mentioned to us. Curious, isn’t it?

From anon: I request both admins to please post this ask. So jimin wwnt live today and one of the accounts on twt posted a screen cap of them commenting 'touch your hair if vmin is real' in the live chat and jimin's reaction to it. Now idk if it is an edit or real. No matter i just want to say its not ok to bring up ships in front of the members no matter which ship it is. We dont know the reality of their relationship so lets not make them uncomfortable. Its not a joke. Its not funny. Be respectful the members are real people.

(Admin 1 taking over from this point onward) This ask nicely ties into the last one that’ll be further down in this post since they cover a similar issue of sorts. But let’s start with this one asking about, essentially, vlive comments and the things fans ask/comment, which also ties in with the above ask as well.

The thing with the vlive chat, and especially comments/questions that are like anon said, questions or “commands/requests” about touch your hair if XYZ ship is real or cough twice if you love XYZ member or, likewise, comments such as where is XYZ member or what are the other members doing, unfortunately those have been a steady and unchanging part of the vlive chat since basically forever. It’s been an issue on and off with different intensities though I feel like it’s gotten worse again this year. Particularly if we look back at the vlive Tae did with Hobi and Yoongi and how essentially the entire chat was filled with comments related to Xkook and not much else.

If my memory doesn’t fail me we once even had a situation some years ago (2016) where the chat during Hobi’s vlive was so bad, as in so full of questions about that other members instead of him, that you could see he was upset about it and eventually he handed over the vlive to Jimin, whom the chat had requested Hobi to visit, and Hobi just left. And I can’t blame him for it since the chat must’ve made him feel like basically no one cared about him so what was even the point of him being there, right?

Personally I’ve long given up looking at the comments during vlive because they just make me cringe and feel bad for the members, especially when I think back to vlives such as Yoongi’s D2 one last year where he was so excited to talk about the songs and the process of making the mixtape and yet so many of the comments were just unrelated nonsense and annoying request like speak english or can you say my name or say hello in XYZ language. If it makes me question why the people posting those questions are in the chat, why they are fans to begin with, imagine what the members must feel like, how discouraging that must feel like. After all they are musicians and yet so rarely do they get questions about that. Or rather they do get them but they are just drowned out by nonsense. Which is a shame. And also very disrespectful but any attempts that were made to remind people to be respectful, to remember their place as fans, to focus on the member that’s doing the vlive instead of asking about the others, and to keep ships away from the members have failed because some don’t care and will continue to not care.

From anon: what are your opinions on the Qs that were asked during that zoom meeting thing between BTS and ARMY?

Now I’d like to preface my answer to this last question by saying that by no means do my grievances come from a place of jealousy or anything. I’m very happy for all the ARMYs that won their spot, that they got to participate in the event and that BTS got to see ARMYs again even if only on screens and not in person still. No, my issue stems from something completely different, and I don’t want to say that the system chose the wrong people, because that would be mean and also who even knows how the winners were chosen, if it was pure luck or there were some actual criteria that went into the process, but the fact is that only a select 200 ARMYs got that spot out of however many that applied, so basically for some this was a once in a lifetime chance, right, even just getting this close to asking Bangtan a question and have really great chances of having them give you an answer while acknowledging you somewhat instead of just seeing pure words on a screen, you know what I mean?

Now imagine you are one of those 200 ARMYs and you get the chance to fill the chat with questions along with the other 49 participants of your session and you decide that asking questions such as what it’s like for Jimin to work as angel, if Namjoon ever broke a bicycle, or why JK smells the crowns of the other members heads? Or even worse, you decide to ask about JKs shower routine and in which order he washes his body? And sure, the “fault” doesn’t fall completely on the ARMYs alone, after all it’s the members who read out those questions and not some magical off screen entity, and since I wasn’t part of the event I can’t say with a hundred percent certainty that no one asked any “proper” questions, but if those were the questions that ended up being read out loud, is it that hard to guess that likely all the questions looked similarly?

Which brings me to my main grievance of it all: have you forgotten that you are fans of musicians and not reality TV stars or vloggers/influencers? I know there were likely no rules for what questions you could or couldn’t ask (except for probably ones that were 100% about shipping or far too personal), but really, you get to ask your favorite band a question, something you might never, ever get the chance to do again, and your first thought isn’t to ask about their music but instead about some unimportant nonsense like the angel question or if they differentiate between the clothes they wear at home and those they sleep in? Like sure the angel one was kinda funny, maybe, and Jimin handled it in a cute way, I applaud him for it, but was that really necessary?

I know someone asked JK about Decalcomania, as well as Tae about his mixtape, and Yoongi/Jimin about Tony Montana (season 2), but other than that were there any other questions about their music? Perhaps I’m overthinking things, maybe I’m exaggerating and maybe I’m the only one who sees an issue with this, but if I would’ve won a spot, I’d rather have asked something about their process when writing lyrics or creating beats or how they prepare when learning new choreographies, what it’s like to be on tour (though perhaps that would be a mean question seeing as tours aren’t really something that’ll continue being possible for a while still), you get the point.

It makes me wonder if it was just bad luck or if it had something to do with how old the participants were (I saw some being as young as fifteen), which isn’t to say that teens can’t ask smart questions because they definitely can just like adults can ask stupid ones as well, but somewhere something, in my opinion, just went weirdly. And maybe that was the point of it all, for the event to be casual, funny, lighthearted, but my question then is when is the time for music discussions? For fans to ask those types of questions that actually have something to do with the boys careers? When even journalists aren’t asking them proper questions, ARMYs aren’t either, so what is the point of it all then?

Then again, after the event concluded and Seokjin came onto vlive he seemed so happy and excited, so maybe they had fun (I mean they seemed to have fun) and didn’t mind at all that the questions were lighthearted and silly, maybe I’m the one making mountains out of molehills. I don’t know, but anon wanted to know my thoughts/opinions, and this is them. Once again, I don’t mean to be mean toward the ARMYs that got rightfully in, that won, and I don’t want to insult them for the questions they asked, perhaps I just expected/hoped for something a little different? And perhaps I’m the only one. I don’t know.

#answered ask #BTS #vmin #jimin #Vmin vlive

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volleyball-dontknowher · 3 years

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Sick - Tanaka x reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2282

Summary: You and your neighbor walk your dogs at the same everyday, but what happens when he stops showing up

A/n :! I am so so so so sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth, college is hard man and then it’s partially online and COVID and things and the depression really hit and I have started a new self care book and it is adding one thing back in my life at a time that I am passionate about and last week was French and this week it is writing because I really do miss it! I threw this together last night based off of a request I got forever ago and I hope it is liked <3

You’ve lived in the same apartment for years and people always come and go, in and out, it feels like you see a new face everyday. In your three years there, you’ve only had one consistent fact, and that’s your bald neighbor who goes on walks with his dogs at the same time as you twice a day. At first you only saw him occasionally and now the two of you go out at 7:30 am and 6:30 pm on the dot. You have no idea how it started but now you get kinda excited to run into your neighbor on the stairs everyday and hopefully make a comment about how good his two big dogs are looking or even jsut the smallest acknowledgement with him.

Speaking of your neighbor, he wasn’t out this morning before work, and you didn’t think too much of it because he works kinda funny hours and some random days misses the times. (Though he always tells you about it in the afternoon or the next time you see him) and because you’ve learned he’s a personal trainer he has finicky clients and sometimes is up wayy too early or way too late. It bugged you all day that you hadn’t seen him and no matter how hard you tried to focus at work you couldn’t imagine why he wasn’t out on a Wednesday. All of your explainations could make sense but you really don’t feel right about any of it. And when you got home and took your two babies out and he wasn’t there you were sure something was up. Tanaka loved his dogs more than anything and says that their routine keeps them together and that it keeps them well behaved. Something had to be wrong. Maybe he got a new girlfriend? Or he forgot? But he didn't forget and he hasn’t been with anyone ever, and if he was his dogs would still come first. You had no idea what you were thinking but when you came back up the stairs you kept walking and knocked on the door of the man you knew so completely and not at all. You quickly realized what you’d done and your heart was racing as you silent prayed that no one was home and that you could creep back to your door before anyone heard you.

This was a great thought, except you forgot what happens when you knock with dogs. They bark. And unfortunately for you Tanaka doesn’t get a lot of guests so his dogs barked a lot. Like they could wake the entire neighborhood a lot. You had to grin and bear it and face the consequences of your irrational actions.

After thirty or so seconds the door creeps open and there he is, Takana Ryuunosuke, in his pajamas and a beanie opening the door. He looked like a walking corpse and by the way he sniffed out a weak “hello” as he opened the door told you everything you needed to know. He was sick. Very sick, and you had just knocked at the door and now have to figure out what to say to him.

“Oh, hey,” you stutter, “I was just checking on you to see if everything was alright, you weren’t out with your dogs and I was wondering if anything was up, or if you needed me to take them out for you because of their routine and everything,” you ramble on, hoping that somewhere your logic connected and this made sense.

Takana stared at you blankly and you couldn’t help but mentally smack yourself because that was exactly what a stalker would say and you now seemed like his stalker.

After a few more seconds of blank stares his expression caught up to your words and he broke out the goofy smile you love so much.

“My dogs? Walk them?” He asked. Maybe they hadn’t caught up after all.

“Well yeah, they weren’t out at their regular time and i wanted to make sure they were still going out and I have my two out and they are so well behaved and you clearly don’t feel well so it would really be no problem,” you rambled on again.

This time he was closely listening and nodded along with you before smiling once again. “No no no,” he chuckled, “ I can take them out” though he was laughing you could hear that he wasn’t feeling well and his energy was lower than you had ever heard.

“Let me do this one favor for you, I can take them out, no big deal, okay?” You smiled.

After you smiled it was a done deal for Tanaka, he grabbed the leash and thanked you about a hundred times. His dogs are fantastic and took you less than five minutes to walk before they’d used the restroom and were ready to go back inside. You took them back and he thanked you once again and you headed back to your apartment to make some dinner.

You settled on a sun dried tomato soup with grilled cheese and happened *wink* accidentally *wink* make more than you could eat on your own and you’d hate for it to go to waste and you do have a neighbor who is sick and could probably use a hot meal right about now. So, you packed up a container for him and wrapped the sandwich in aluminum foil so that it would be hot for him and put some tea in a thermos and headed out your door once more. This time though, you were a little less bold and just rang the doorbell and ran back to your room. You did however, leave a little note saying “hope you feel better soon - room 420” on it and you hoped that it would at least help his night a little bit.

Little do you know, Tanaka was so shocked to see this from you that he almost dropped the hot soup onto himself in a panic because this not only meant you paid attention to him but you cared for him. This was the best thing to ever happen to him. He finished every last bite and washed the container and thermos and placed them back by your door with a note of his own.

When you got up the next morning and went to take your dog out you couldn’t help but beam when you saw your tupperware back in front of your door. You picked up the two items before seeing the little note on top of the container.

‘Best Soup Ever! -Room 419’

You beamed and did a little happy dance before deciding to go knock and see if he needed your help with his dogs again today, and boy are you lucky that you went. WHen he opened the door he somehow looked worse than yesterday, you could have swore that he had snot dried to his face and he was a total mouth breather and the bags under his eyes as well as tripled overnight. There were no arguments when you asked if he needed help with his dogs, because truthfully he really did.

The walk was quick and the morning was over before you knew it. Another distracted day at work, you found yourself wondering how you could help him feel better, especially because he lived all alone and his closest family was something like an hour away last he told you.

You had a brilliant idea and decided to go to the store after work and make him a ‘get well’ basket. You filled the basket with cough drops, tissues, teas, chocolates and other little goodies that help him feel better and put him in a better mood. You got the groceries and were right on your way, practically skipping with excitement.

Once again, you accidentally made an extra soup after you’d taken care of the dogs and happened to leave it with the basket later that evening.

In the morning however, none of your dishes were by your door, which was no big deal, especially because he was feeling so under the weather, but what was even more strange is that he didn’t answer the door and the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up. So, you headed to work wondering if he liked what you did for him or if you’d crossed a line or if he was allergic to chicken noodle, or if he was too much of a health nut and you’d offended him, or if he’d… you had no idea, maybe died. This was not good for you and you could feel the stress starting to get to you when you got off work the sprint back home was exhausting and anxious. You rounded the corner of the stairs when you saw

Nothing.

You saw nothing.

That was fine, everything is fine. You are fine. Life is fine. If he doesn’t feel good you can’t expect him to do dishes or even leave his room. That’s best for everyone, no one wants a walking germ contaminating everything around, there were probably old ladies on this floor, you hadn’t seen any, but they were there, probably, so he was just doing the world a favor.

Again, he didnt answer the door for his dogs and you couldn’t force your kindness onto him so you had a night to yourself and went to bed way earlier than usual. You couldn’t help but wake up earlier than usual and instead of looking for things that weren’t there you got out and went to work early and got busy right away. You had a full day and worked until almost 8pm, hurrying back to hopefully get home before your local take away had closed. You made it, but just barely, and got your favorite meal to bring home with you to watch something horrible with.

You got home and plopped on the couch completely exhausted. Immediatley you started eating and got about halfway through when you heard a knock at the door. Oh shit. You had no one in your life that would ever knock, well almost no one. THere was one person you were really hoping wasn’t on the other side of the door. You were in a t-shirt you got 10 years ago and a pair of crappy shorts from the general store, there was nothing remotely nice, or even tame about your appearance, you looked to be frank, crazy.

You creeped the door open and saw exactly who you were hoping not to see, Tanaka Ryuunosuke standing in front of your door beaming.

“Hey?” You question nervously.

“Hey, I noticed that you didn’t take your dogs out earlier and was wondering if you needed me to take them out for you?” He questioned genuinely, smiling from head to toe, clearly feeling better.

You had no idea what to say or do but he just smiled as your dogs trotted out the door with him, without you saying a word. You awkwardly closed the door and stood there in shock. That was horrible. An embarrassment to you, an embarrassment to your family name and even worse an embarrassment to society. The shock still hadn’t worn off when you heard a second knock at your door, and well that was the man with your dogs and you couldn’t just leave them outside.

This time when you opened the door you couldn’t help but gasp. Tanaka has a giant bouquet of red roses and a giant blush on his face.

“Y/n, I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I have had a crush on you since I first met you, and I never knew how to tell you, every time I got close to you I just freeze and I started taking my dogs out when you do to try and get to know you and I could never make myself do it but you have been unbelievably kind to me and I can’t wait any longer. I want nothing more than to have a chance with someone as stunning as you are. Y/n, will you go on a date with me?”

This time it was you standing there dumbstruck for longer than you should have. You heard every single one of his words and your heart was fluttering out of your chest. You’d had feelings for him for as long as you can remember and here he was with a bouquet of flowers standing in your doorway asking you to go on a date with him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything so you just grinned and nodded at him enthusiastically, hoping he understood just how much this means to you.

He beamed right back and handed you the bouquet of flowers, “perfect, then I’ll see you Friday at 7, I’ll pick you up.” He winked.

You were still dumbstruck and nodded again, and right as you were about to close the door for the night he stuck his foot in the doorway.

“One more thing y/n,” he pushed the door back open and had a basket of little goodies for you, as well as a homemade meal in the containers you’d given him with a little note that says ‘your soup warmed my soul, and my heart’. You couldn’t help but absolutely beam with happiness. You set the basket down and threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a big hug, repeatedly thanking him for his kindness. You two parted ways happier than you could have imagined and both in great anticipation for Friday.

The next morning, you were both out at 7:30 on the dot, excited to see one another.

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ellana-ravenwood · 5 years

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Salt, Tequila, Lemon - Jason Todd x Reader

Please read this intro, thank you very much :

So. I posted this yesterday, but after a bug on the Tumblr app on my phone it got deleted. I’m super bummed out because it had over 200 notes and quite a few feedbacks that I never got to read because it was accidentally deleted...If the people that took the time to comment things on the story could take a bit more time to write a little comment again and give me their feedbacks, and also if the people that liked and reblog could do it once more...i’d appreciate the hell out of you <3. So reposting it (thanks god I always have back ups of all my stories now). Written in twenty minutes during my break at work. Bam. Hope you’ll like it :

Also, since Tumblr’s new guidelines and enforcement of it, I DON’T really appear in searches anymore, so the only way for this story to be seen by others than those who follow me is to reblog it. So if you wanna, you can show your support for my writing by doing just that. Thanks very much. You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Ok. So. Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Oh, right.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Got it. Licking the back of your hand to make the salt stick to it, you pour yourself a massive shot of “To-Kill-Ya” in your coffee mug, not even caring about the fact that there is still some remnant of your cappuccino from last night in it.

You focus on the sound the liquid makes as it fills your cup. Makes you think about something else. Good. Yup. This was totally gonna help right now.

“Cheers”, you exclaim to yourself, your empty apartment echoing your voice.

Salt.

Wincing. Stingy. Salt on its own is gross.

Tequila.

More wincing. Oh my god, it burns. The coffee that was still at the bottom of the cup is an oddly nice touch.

Lemon.

The last of the Wincing.

You spit the piece of lemon you just bit into in the trash and…miss. The yellow fruit falls with a little flat sound on the floor, and you honestly can’t bother to pick it up. Your apartment is a mess anyway, so you just stare at it angrily and pour yourself another drink.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

You gulp the last of the citrus and shiver. Miss the trash again.

Damn. This was good.

Well, actually, it was disgusting.

You didn’t like strong alcohol and what the Hell ?! Why did you leave a bit of coffee in your cup ? Now that the aftertaste was kicking in, it was actually really gross. If the tequila itself didn’t make you wanna throw up, the stale coffee taste nearly did. Oh, and the salt and lemon combination was as awful as ever.

You really didn’t like salt, tequila, or lemon.

But it was still good.

Because thanks to all this immediate awfulness, you could slowly feel yourself drift into “haze land”, and forget about your worries.

Forget that your boyfriend of two years just cheated on you with some random woman you worked with. Woman that, by the way, he met at the Christmas “end of the year” party from you work you invited him to…You gave him free champagne and mise-en-bouche and all your love, and he broke your heart.

It wasn’t your thing, to drink your sorrow away. And it wasn’t your thing either to wallow because of a man…But you genuinely thought he was “the one” (oh what a mistake you would soon realize that was).

He was always so nice, treating you like a princess. He complimented you daily, and never forgot an important date. He was affectionate, not to an annoying point. He was the perfectamount of affectionate. He was a gentleman and seemed to love you and yet, he betrayed you.

If a man like him, that was nothing short but sweet and passionate with you, cheated on you, then did that mean you couldn’t trust anyone ?

Because in your eyes right now, he was perfect. Albeit said eyes were slightly clouded by a a few tequila shots.

You were downing a fourth drink starting to slowly sob when…

There’s very few things that can get you out of a drunk state in seconds.

An extremely cold shower could do the trick, for instance. Brings you back to your senses a bit you know ? You wouldn’t magically be sober, but you’d get a clearer mind. Or someone giving you shocking news ! Or like, an event so incredible that your body just forgets how drunk it is for a minute.

And this event, for you, came at the perfect time.

Right when you were entering your “sad drunk” phase, which was between the “lol alcohol does NOTHING to me” phase where you downed most of your drinks, and the “dancing on the bar’s counter” phase (a few more drinks and you would have a one woman dance party in your living room, acting as if you were on a bar’s counter and that your name was suddenly “Britney”).

Right when you were about to wallow times a thousand, and cry, and yell “whyyyyyyy ?!” to the sky, arms in the air (drama queen).

Years later, looking back on that particular event, you’ll start to realize that Destiny HAS to exist. Because come on, it was just too perfect a timing to be a simple coincidence.

You were about to swallow up your fifth drink, launching yourself head first into the “sad phase” when an ear shattering noise rang all around your apartment.

Broken glass.

It was the sound of broken glass. Heightened to the max by your drunkness. You turned on your stool, and…there he was.

It was a guy. That you were sure of because he had no boobs and too much pecs. And that guy…well that guy just flew right through your window, destroying it. How rude.

There was glass everywhere.

How much did a window cost ? Probably a fortune.

You wondered briefly if you could just use aluminium foil and tape the shit up. There was nothing of value to steal in your apartment anyway, and if aluminium foil could keep meals warm, it definitely worked with a house too right ?

You sobered up quite a bit, but you were also very drunk when this event happened, so your mind was still in that cloudy weird phase where your priorities were…interesting.

You worried more about the broken window at first, than about that guy who just launched through it.

A guy.

Not just any guy.

You saw that guy before.

He was one of those night vigilante your crazy hometown was filled with…RED HOOD !!

“Thick thighs”, is the first thing you thought right after you recognized him (priorities).

The second thing you thought was that you needed another drink, and so you downed what was your fifth one, but with that crazy thing happening ended up being on the same level as if it was a second one. You were tipsy, but not “drunk” anymore.

The third thing that came to your mind was…Is he still alive ?

No cause, he was like, just laying there, on your living room’s floor, not moving.

“…Outch.”

Oh. He spoke.

So he ain’t dead. Good, means you can have another drink then, you don’t need a clear mind to call an ambulance or something.

Oddly enough, in your half-drunk half-sober state, this sounded completely reasonable. Nevermind if Red Hood had some internal bleeding or something. He talked. He was probably fine.

A minute passed, and you just sat there, sipping up your tequila in between taking a pinch of salt and biting into a piece of lemon.

Salt, tequila, lemon. Great remedy against heartbreaks.

Wait, were you heartbroken ? Really ? You couldn’t really recall that fact now. But, yeah…it was the reason why you were drinking right ? Because right now, all you could think about was the fact that this Red hood guy had abs for days…

This unforeseen event sobered you up quite a bit, but the two shots you just took kinda brought you back to the same state than you were before.

Well. Not quite. You were drunk as hell again, but seemed to have avoided the “sad phase”. Instead, Red Hood bursting quite literally through your window took you to another road.

The : “Cool, I got a drinking buddy phase”. Well, taking for granted he didn’t have any internal bleeding and wouldn’t die while biting into a lemon wedge.

“Tough day ?”

You ask him, as he slowly sits up and shakes his head, trying to regain his senses. He looks towards you and seem surprised (or at least you think he is, because he wears a mask so…kinda hard to tell).

************

Jason definitely thought he was alone in this place, because no sane person would just sit there, not saying anything, as someone simply jumped through their window. Nope, most people would just freak out. Scream.

He knows, because it’s not the first time he falls through a window during a night on duty. And every single time it happened, people freaked out. Screamed. Threw stuffs at him, or hid away begging for their life to be spared.

And yet here you were, half a bottle of tequila in front of you, surrounded by lemon wedges you bit into, and table salt all over your hand, just staring at him curiously. And did you just say : “tough day” ?

Well, Jason guessed the empty half of the bottle was why you were so chilled about it all. He sat up, and slowly got back to his feet.

Usually, going through a window meant the end of the night for him. He’d go back to one of his secret stash, patch himself up and get some rest. Most of the time, he fell through windows because someone pushed him or threw him there…Though today, he just embarrassingly missed a step and fell by himself.

Of course, no one would ever now he tripped while jumping from one building to another (you lived on the last floor) and went careening into your home (and life). Nope, the official story would be that he fought a fierce enemy and was thrown into that window. Finding fake villains name was easy, given how truly ridiculous some could be.

Tim and Damian were still after the “Illusive Blue Man” that he totally made up that one time he walked into a poll and had a huge black eye that he couldn’t quite explain…Oh man, he had to stop telling such elaborate lies and just say “I fought with a few guys last night” without more explanation.

But he couldn’t help it. And those kids believed everything he said, it was too tempting…But for now, this wasn’t the issue. Nope.

He did a quick check of his body and knew he wasn’t really hurt (thanks “dad” for the amazing body armor ugh ?), so he was planning on leaving that poor girl’s house and send a mystery check in the mail to pay for the damage (money stolen from a certain Bruce Wayne of course, as if he would pay himself).

Yup. He was just gonna stand up, and go on his way and…somehow, he found himself sitting on the stool opposite side of this mysterious girl, and now she was peppering salt on his hand ?

“Salt”, she says, and she has a cute drunk voice. Jason almost forgets he just went through a window a few minutes ago.

“Tequila”, she continues, downing her drink and pointing at the one she poured him. He doesn’t even care the she poured it in a cereal bowl that she didn’t even seem to have clean…He drunk worst things in worst recipient. He turns away to take off his mask and so that she can’t see his face, and “bottom’s up”.

“Lemon !” she finishes, biting into the sour fruit and spitting it in the direction of the trashcan but missing completely. The lemon wedge goes to lost itself amongst his fallen brothers…

Jason bites into his own lemons, and spits it. Right into the garbage.

There’s a slight pause, where she just stares at the trashcan, and then at Jason, back to the trashcan, and then turns to him again and simply says :

“Wow.”

************

So. This was surreal.

Here you were. In your home. Taking tequila shots. With…Red Hood.

One of Gotham’s night vigilante. The most violent one. But the dude seemed chilled. He was holding his liquor really well.

And now you were talking about your broken heart, telling him the story as if he’d been your friend for years. And he was listening. Intently. And reacting to what you were saying. It had been a LONG time, since you had this kind of talk with anyone, and despite the fact you were drunk, you still noticed how nice it felt to have someone to talk to. Someone that genuinely listened.

“And then he slept with her !” you say angrily.

“Nooooooo !?!”

“Yes, he did ! He slept with…with…what was her name…”

“Nicole. From accounting.”

“Right, Nicole from accounting ! That bitch ! She always just…counts and shit ! And he slept with her ! Nicole from accounting ! Whom he met thanks to me, by the way ! At a partyyyy !! At my wooooork !!”

“What an ass.”

“Right ?! Oh but he had such a good ass though…Quite firm. But whenever he wore jeans, it was super flat.”

“So, not such a good ass in the end then ?”

“I guess not. You have a good ass. Popping right out in this outfit of yours.”

Red Hood chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes you forget that you just said something incredibly embarrassing. His voice is…nice. Deep. Manly. You like it. You wanna make him chuckle some more, so you say, hoping :

“And it looks very firm. Not just quite firm.”

It works. He snorts and it’s very cute. Oh wow. He can be sexy and cute. Full package. You smile a bit dreamily.

For a second, he’s lost in that smile of yours, and there’s a silence installing itself in the room. A comfortable one. That you break :

“Ok. So now, he’s not that perfect anymore ! He got no ass ! Penalty points ! I never notice how un-assed he was before…”

Jason smiles and damn. He’s hot.

Somewhere along the way, he stopped turning his face away from you whenever he took a shot, and just ended up taking his helmet off. He was probably hoping that you’d black out or something, so you wouldn’t remember his face (or he just didn’t care).

In any case, you were pretty sure you never saw him before. His face kinda reminded you of an old memory. Of someone you saw somewhere long ago, when you were a kid…Which wasn’t really a big help right ?

Right. You had no idea who he was. And in your drunken state, probably couldn’t piece anything together anyway. So even if you did know who he could be, you wouldn’t know in the end anyway…Makes perfect sense right ?

What you knew was : he’s hot.

This white streak in his hair did something to you that you couldn’t explain. And that jawline ? You would love to get cut on that bitch. It could actually cut a bitch, you were sure of it. Those blue eyes ? You’ve never seen someone with such blue eyes. And did you mention to yourself how muscular he was ? Because man you only saw guys like this in magazines !

But beyond his handsome features, he seemed like a nice guy. Like he was listening to you, a total stranger. And this realization suddenly raised your guard up.

You also thought that your ex-cheating-boyfriend was a nice guy. And come to think of it, who the hell just barge in someone’s home like that, and actually stay to drink tequila shots ?! Wait but…in your guts…it’s not like with your ex.

You don’t think he’s a nice guy. You know he is.

************

There’s a visible shift in your mood, after this realization. So far, you talked to him about your broken heart freely, and he listened.

Oddly enough, no words that came out of your (perfect) mouth bored him. Jason wasn’t sure wether it was the alcohol or not, but you captivated him.

But in a split second, and without him knowing why, your features changed. You were now frowning. Like an unhappy little kid. It was kinda cute, but he didn’t like it because…why were you frowning ?

He tries to lighten up the mood and says :

“Well here you go. See, you didn’t loose the perfect guy, his ass was flat in jeans. Can’t work with that, can you ? I bet we can find other flaws. Make you realize he actually was a looser.”

Your guard is up, but you can’t help but smile a bit, plus you were frowning just now because you realized you just knew you could trust that total stranger, and it was so weird….

Besides, no harm in indulging this, because you’re pretty sure it’ll make you feel better to try and see the bad side of your ex-boyfriend, not just his good ones. No one was perfect. And so, still a bit careful, you say :

“Well…He never got any of my Tv shows or movie references.”

“Well, here’s a point to take off of his “perfectness”. Doesn’t get pop culture references. Deal breaker.”

“Yeah…Yeah you’re right. It is. He also used to hate when I made jokes. I like puns ya know ? Terrible ones. Well, he was always embarrassed whenever I made them in public.”

“Ashamed of his girlfriend, doesn’t sound very gentlemanly, right ?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t. Maybe he wasn’t such a perfect gentleman…He also used to not want to go out with me if I didn’t wear any make-up and was dressed just casually.”

“What you mean, he never just went out with you ?”

“We only went out on dates. I had to dress up. I could be casual home though…”

“Well goodie, the man let you be yourself when you were home. Big deal. To be honest, sounds like a douchey move.”

“That was kinda douchey…I never cared what he looked like.”

And it’s true. For you, physical appearance wasn’t everything. And sure you thought your ex was hot and all, but only because you liked his personality too. You liked his jokes, you were never ashamed of anything he said.

And right now, sure that stranger that bursted through your window was hot, but the reason you felt like you could tell him things was because he just made you comfortable by his mere aura. Because he gave you such a good vibe.

You never were fully about appearances. It was always just a bonus for you…So it never occurred to you why your ex would only hang out in public with you if you were pampered. Like he used to hate when you just wore hoodies and no make-up, even if you didn’t need make-up to be beautiful.

Comes to think of it, he was very much about appearances…Uh. Interesting. You never realized that before.

You turn to Red Hood, and the look on your face says it all. You’re slowly realizing maybe you didn’t just lost “the one”. The vigilante says :

“Ok, so : no ass, no humor apparently, doesn’t get pop culture references, and was kind of a jerk when it came to going out with you…”

“He did tell me often that I was beautiful though. Including when I just woke up from a night out, and was awful looking.”

“Yeah, but he never went out with you looking like that. He shouldn’t feel ashamed of hanging out with you looking like that. Just like he shouldn’t feel embarrassed when you joke. He can be exasperated, like if you really make bad puns, sure. And he can think it’s unfunny…But embarrassed ? No.”

“I guess…I never thought about it.”

“Well let me tell you, as someone who does not know neither you nor him personally, he sounds like a bit of a jerk. Let’s not forget he cheated as well. Like, that’s not something good people do. Especially not with…Nicole from accounting.”

“Nicole from accounting…Yeah. They’re together now though.”

“So ? He should’ve broken up with you if he realized he liked her. That’s the right thing to do. Trust me on that, I put villains behind bars for a living, I know what’s right or wrong.”

“I heard you kill criminals.”

“Used to. I used to kill criminals, I had issues. I’ll tell you one day if you wanna. It’s a real tear jerker story. With clowns and crowbars. And I’m telling you that because I’m drunk, right now. Also, if we want to be specific, I don’t actually make a living out of putting villains behind bars. Like, I don’t get paid or anything…”

Jason finds himself ranting about anything that comes to his mind, and though he hears himself claim it’s because of the alcohol he’s saying all this, he realizes maybe there’s something else making him want to talk.

You. A total stranger he walked upon. Or rather, went-through-the-window upon. Who didn’t freak out when he went through said window. And instead, invited him over to have tequila shots.

Because, according to your grandmother, the best remedy to…basically any problems in life, was “salt, tequila, lemon”.

“She was a wise woman.”

He says, and you turn to him, clearly not understanding what he was talking about.

“Who ?”

“Your grandma. For saying that salt, tequila and lemon was a great remedy against heartbreaks and all.”

“Oh. Yeah. I wouldn’t know, I never met her. She died before I was born.”

“Well what she passed on to your parents is great.”

“What ?”

“Well, that “salt, tequila and lemon” thing, I assume she said that to your mom or dad, and then they said that to you, and then it became your grandma’s advice. Right ?”

“…Nah. It’s an excuse I made up. Whenever I need to justify something, I just say “like my grandma said, ain’t no shame in eating an entire tub of ice cream if you want to”, and then people are just like “oh yeah, cool”, because when you say the word “grandma”, then it gives a perspective to your words ya know ?”

Jason had no idea what you were on about, but he loved it. You seemed to be very smart. And witty. And funny. The hell did that guy cheated on you for ? And why was he ashamed of going out in public with you when you weren’t dressed up ?!

You currently wore “Hello Kitty” pyjamas, had absolutely no make up on, and your hair was a mess, and he thought you looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so nice ?”

Your question takes him by surprise, and for a few seconds he doesn’t register it and just says : “ugh ?”

“To me. Why are you so nice to me ? Is it the alcohol ? Does it make you nice ? Or are you just nice to every stranger ? Every girl you destroy the windows of ? Or are you like my ex ? You seem nice, but then you go off and cheat on your girl simply because you like another girl and you’re too cowardly to break up with your current girl ?”

Jason hiccups slightly, and says :

“No, I’m not nice to any girl I met. I’m actually usually kind of a jerk, too “brutally honest”. But you…I don’t know. You give me good feelings. Oh and here’s to add on his flaws list. “Coward”. Can’t even break up with a girl, has to wait to get caught red-handed and break her heart. Cooooward. Bad flaw. Kind of guy who runs in the face of danger, instead of standing by you.”

It’s probably the fact that he said “you give me good feelings” that spurs this in you. That gives you a new clearer perspective on things.

“My heart wasn’t broken.”

It’s a shock, to you. This realization. This sudden feeling jumping in your face. You…are not heartbroken. You’re mad. You’re frustrated. You feel betrayed. You feel a crazy burning anger towards your ex for toying around with you like that. For not having the balls to just break up, after spending two years together.

He was suppose to know you. To be your friend. Things could have turned out better. He could have just come up to you, say the truth, and…You were pretty sure you’d still be friend. Because he really was a great guy.

He really was all the good thing you though about him. He made a mistake, an unforgivable one in your book. But he was a great guy.

He was just…not your great guy. Not anymore at least.

And you realized, there, quite drunk, that…It was ok.

Your heart wasn’t broken.

Your pride was. Your trust was. But your heart ? …Maybe you weren’t completely in love with him. You were best friends, yes, but love ? Maybe it wasn’t love…

Your heart wasn’t broken.

“My heart isn’t broken.”

You tell Red hood, looking at him right in his wonderful ocean blue eyes. And he looks right back at you, and just nods. Just like that. And then he pours you one last tequila shot.

Because like your grandma would say : “When you make great discovery about yourself…Salt, tequila, lemon”.

************

It took you only a few hours with him to realize that you weren’t in love with your ex, and that was kinda scary. Because this realization didn’t come from nowhere.

Nope.

But when he said that your ex broke your heart, you felt obligated to tell him that no. No your heart wasn’t broken. You were sad and angry, yes, but not heartbroken. For you, in that moment, it was important for this total stranger to know you weren’t actually in love.

Hell, you didn’t even know yourself you weren’t that in love before you talked to him. It just came as a sudden, yet utterly true revelation.

Because, and this wasn’t the alcohol speaking…You felt incredibly attracted to that guy. To Red Hood. Not just because of the white streak in his hair, and the eyes, and smile, and voice, and abs, and thick thighs. That too, sure, but not only…Nope.

Nope. Not because of this.

But because he had a tough day (he said so himself, explaining to you how he went through the window…he was fighting a super-villain when he got flung through your window, tough tough time ahem), and yet he sat with a crazy lady that peppered salt on his hand and practically forced him to take a tequila shot…

Because you could see in his eyes, and felt in your guts that he didn’t have an easy life…and yet he took a break from whatever he was doing to just sit with you and listen to you. He didn’t even make sense, that you trusted those feelings so fiercely. And yet, you did. Because he listened to you.

He saw you were struggling and he stayed. And though you felt you couldn’t trust anyone at that time…You oddly felt like he was ok.

Like he wouldn’t be the kind of guy to cheat, or run in the face of danger, leaving you all alone to fight off demons.

In a few short hours, you fell for this guy more than you ever fell for your ex.

What did that say about you uh ? …That was pretty pathetic…

************

Jason didn’t think that you were pathetic at all.

On the contrary. If he went to seat with you, and drink with you, is because he was instantly mesmerized by you.

And though he didn’t know at first why, now he was sure of it.

It’s because you didn’t freak out. And something told him it wasn’t only because you were a bit drunk (he fell in drunk people’s home before…none reacted like you).

Nope. It was because you were special. He just knew it. Special in every way. Funny. Beautiful. Genuinely listening to him when he was speaking.

He peppered his own problems within your story, as you told him. And you listened. Hell, even referenced a few things he said early on, way later, while you were crazy drunk. You listened.

You gave a total stranger that seemed to have a tough day some salt. And tequila. And lemons.

And then you cared. You asked him a thousand times if he was ok, and he basically had to take off his armor to prove it so (to your eyes’ greatest pleasure…mm mm mm those muscles).

Captivated. He was captivated by you. It was strange, and though he knew it was because you were special, he still was unclear as to why his feelings were that strong.

For someone he just met. And barely knew. And only knew while drunk.

You were just…Special.

************

It was surreal. The all thing.

What started as a night where you planned on wallowing your pain and drinking…ended up changing your life.

And no one could convince you that it wasn’t Fate. Because what were the odds that Red Hood would fall through YOUR window after tripping (yeah you didn’t buy that “fighting super-villains thing” at all) ?

What were the odds of his timing being so perfect, arriving just before you started to cry ? Because there was no doubt in your mind that if he had come a few seconds later, he wouldn’t have stayed.

He would have found a crying mess, and maybe he would have tried to confort you but…You wouldn’t have answered. In your “sad phase”, you only cry and whine. He would have eventually left. And the wonderful talk you’d just have, would never have happened.

But instead. He came right before your lips touch that fatal shot of tequila that would have brought you into the “sad phase”. And took your drunkness down a notch. Rerouted your evening.

You weren’t wallowing anymore, you were ranting.

Sharing your anger and frustration.

And he helped you realize that your ex wasn’t that perfect…That maybe it was just not meant to be…After all, he cheated on you.

Uh. What a shame. You didn’t even know his name…”Red Hood”…

You wished you knew his name.

************

The morning lights were rising, and the bottle of tequila was long gone.

There were still salt and lemons though. For some reason, you decided to buy the entire grocery store’s stock of lemons.

Red Hood stood up, and said he had to go.

He was nice about it. Said it was a pleasure to have spend the night with you. You both laughed about the innuendos that ensued.

You were exactly on the same page. And he understood all your joke referencing to pop culture…

But it was time for him to go. And he apparently had no intention of telling you his real name. He didn’t hint either at ever coming back to see you again.

And there was that. Just a nice night, spend talking to a genuine friend that you’ll never see again.

A genuine friend that you didn’t even know a few hours before.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Maybe not.

And even if you ended up never seeing him again, this evening truly changed your life…At least, it saved you from a heartbreak. Made you realize it wasn’t that.

Though, now, as he climbs out of the window again (he couldn’t possibly use the front door), you feel like the actual heartbreak is starting.

Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Right.

Salt, tequila, lemon…

But the tequila is all gone.

“I’ll send someone to fix that window…Sorry again about that. …Bye.” are his last words, and then he’s out.

And the tequila is all gone.

************

…

Days pass by in a blur.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Ugh. But you don’t want to this time. You don’t want to get drunk to forget.

You don’t want to forget him. And you know it’s ridiculous to get that worked up over a guy you met one night and that will never come back. That you didn’t even know the name of.

This entire night was weird anyway.

Getting drunk with a dangerous night vigilante. Pouring your heart out to him, and him doing the same. The hell were you even thinking ?

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

That would be a good idea to do this right now, because man…your heart hurt. More than when you discovered your ex sleeping with Nicole. From accounting. But you can’t resolve yourself to drink. To forget. Nope. Instead you…

*Knock knock knock*.

Uh ? You take a quick look at your clock in the kitchen.10 pm. Who the hell is coming at 10 pm ?! It can only be bad news. Especially in Gotham…You peep into the eyehole and…

WHAT ?!

You open your door quickly, and…

“Told you I’d send someone to fix your window.”

It’s him. It’s Red hood. But in…civilian clothes.

His ass doesn’t look flat in jeans.

He’s holding a window wrapped in cardboard, and there’s a toolbox at his feet.

“Yeah, you did…come in.”

************

Jason Todd.

That’s his name. And connections are fast to be made in your brain. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. That supposedly died…ten years ago.

And is Red Hood now. Oh. It makes sense. Even his little “killing criminals” thing while Batman never killed. You easily put two and two together.

Red Hood. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne.

Wow. Can’t believe you never guessed that before. Of course Bruce Wayne is Batman. He’s got the motive, the means, the excuses…It’s so obvious. And yet, you never realized. And no one else in Gotham ever realized.

Jason Todd.

Now you know his name.

And he’s fixing your window. Nobody ever fixed windows for you before (even those who broke it).

Um. To add to the “perfect man” list : “Handy”.

Jason Todd.

He quickly works the window up, and then he turns to you. While he was working you talked, as if you knew each other for years. Joking around. Like old friends. Like old extremely good and close friends.

It fits. It clicks. It’s natural. You and him, him and you.

Barely knowing each others, and yet knowing each others the best.

Jason. Todd.

He turns to you now, and with a smirk, he says :

“Ya know, my grandma always say that when something good happens to you, you need to celebrate. And I feel like this, right now, you and I, though I have no idea what we’re doing and where it’s going…Well it’s still something to celebrate. And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”

You smile.

Yeah. You don’t know where this thing between you two is going, but you do know that you never met someone who so fully understood you.

And in such a short span of time. And you know you’re not mistaking. It’s a feeling too strong to be a mistake.

He came back to fix your window for god’s sake. And trusted you enough to tell you his actual name. Without a second thought. Which meant everything. Especially since from all the hint he let slip through last time you saw each others, about his father, well…let’s just say telling people his real name wasn’t really something he was used to.

But it just works. It fits. It clicks. It’s not like with your ex, because you don’t think you know it does. It just does. The fact that you say those next few words in perfect sync finishes to convince you :

(“…And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”)

“Salt, tequila, and lemons.”

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So I am commonly known as Nero, and I have played a popular MMO since it came out, and I have enjoyed this MMO with a small group of people, and in particular someone who has become a very good friend of mine. Now last year my friend began having some trouble, but here is the catch, my friends account was not active because she was away having major surgery. Now I know what everyone is thinking, your thinking I am always going to defend my friend because they are my friends, well no I am not like that. I say it like it is. I am going to put the screen shots of various discord conversations up on this tumbler, I will also explain a bit about them and I will let you judge for yourself. SO here are some things that discord user Yuri-Fairytale / Robin Fairytale / Fairy_tale has said about my friend, now I am going to say this person does keep changing their name and profile pick so we have had to identify them by the Account ID number the long one, and its this 343331401401368576, this is how we know this is coming from the same person. Yuri considers himself the leader of this BS Congress, and he likes to think himself the leader / hero of the people. Yuri has been in this BS congress for roughly 6 years he actually founded it, Through out the years Yuri has been involved in most of the Drama on the server of this MMO that me and my friend play. I myself can name at least 100 other people Yuri has had issues with over the years. . . people who had no issues with anyone else, people who just didnt want to be involved in drama, and wanted to do their own thing. Which annoyed him, Yuri likes to be in charge, of everything and everyone. Yuri has got a discord server called the Lich congress and on it he openly tries to influence people, by influencing their judgement of others he dislikes, and by spreading untrue things about others he dislikes, as you can see in the discord screen shots above. He uses this as a weapon. The original post was made on Yuris server on the 30th of November, he claims that my Friend had been acting up before that date, the majority of the month of November 2019 and some of October 2019. However my Friends account was inactive and at this point had been for 4 - 6 weeks, due to medical reasons. I knew about this, she had told me before hand, so I can tell you that these claims are untrue, she did not do anything to these people. So I noticed in game there was some gossip going around about my friend and I knew by what was being said it came from Yuri, it 100% did, I contacted him directly over discord to try and sort this out, I spent 2 hours explaining to him that my friends account was inactive. I even sent him screen shots showing she had not been online for a number of days because we are in the same Free Company and it does show the number of days people are offline for. Yuri accused me of altering the in game screen shots. You really just cannot win with this guy. Honestly I think a dentist appointment where you have some teeth taken out would have been more appealing than talking with and trying to explain logic to this guy. However what I am going to say is this when confronted about the untrue things Yuri had been spreading about my Friend, Yuri immediately says he is blameless, and names 2 other people Judy Judy and Valeria Mae, as the people who deserve the blame, because they sent Yuri screen shots which were staged or Altered. Now while this is True, Yuri was told this information about my friend being away and he was shown proof she was in fact inactive, he even says he has not seen her in game for a while, and yet Yuri continued to post untrue things about my friend on other social media sites, and also on other discord servers. He deserves a good part of the blame in my own opinion, for spreading things about someone he knew was not doing anything. Eventually the conversation went way south and ended with me blocking him after he threatens me and my friend and tells us to leave server or else this will get very messy for the both of us. I will say this there were screen shots given to me by Yuri, Yuri gave me like 5 - 10 screen shots, some were of a discord conversation, the account in it, while named Freya was not my friends account it had a different account ID to hers, I checked this a number of times, I also did tell Yuri this, I will also say the account that was supposed to be my friend, spoke in broken English, now my friend speaks fluent English and actually has a very good understanding of the English language. While English is not her first language you would not be able to tell. Also the person pretending to be my friend on discord, had an old picture one my friend was not using anymore, my friend does have an instagram, and a twitter account where she does post her in game screen shots, so easy enough to get access to an old one (she has changed the privacy setting recently) I will say I did report this discord account, the one pretending to be my friend to discord. The other screen shots were in game screen shots, of in game mail, now these screen shots came from Judy Judy and Valeria Mae, and they claimed my friend was threatening them, now while the mail messages did contain threats, firstly it was again written in broken English very much the same as the discord account and also the screen shot had been altered it had been cropped a lot to basically only show the small mail box, also the name of the person who had sent the in game mail had been blacked out, now if you have someone threatening you why would you take a screen shot and you yourself black the name out of the person who sent the mail, I mean if you do that you can not prove who sent it to you, unless you yourself do not want the name to be seen not because its not from the person you are claiming it is from. I pointed these things out to this person as you can see, and I pointed out that the so called EVIDENCE Yuri claimed he had, was questionable at best, I mean honestly, you cant call it evidence. I personally think, this so called evidence was staged, I think Judy Judy and Valeria Mae, sent in game mail to each other and thats why the senders name is blacked out in the screen shots, and I think Judy Judy and Valeria Mae, and Yuri Fairytale are also the people responsible for the discord account that was pretending to be my friend. I think Yuri knew this to an extent, but just wanted to cause some drama, because we all know he loves his drama. Yuri and the others refuse to let this go, so now I am doing to them what they have done to me and my friend. I hope they enjoy it, I know I will get some small satisfaction out of it. To date this ass hole still claims my friend is the one responsible for this crap, but today he says Fairy_tai lYesterday at 10:27 In short the 3rd party found out from a leak that we had evidence of them breaking ToS and other issues and then went on a hunt for fc's in the congress to again leak info to them. . And alot of people that was once friends to that individual, defending them ect they got turned on by that individual later making accusations against them. Fairy_tail Yesterday at 10:31 Also during one of the times we was helping the 3rd party to try fix a misunderstanding it was found that they had redacted parts of convocations to go in there favour and even faked discord screenshot convocations that hadn't even took place trying to pit ppl against each other . That's when I myself cut contact with that individual https://www.facebook.com/groups/1559001954387688/ They have a Facebook group, it makes me laugh because of their rules. 2 - No hate speech, bullying or discrimination. Make sure everyone feels safe. Bullying of any kind isn't allowed, and degrading comments about things such as race, religion, culture or sexual orientation will "NOT" be tolerated. 4 - Absolutely no witch-hunting Any posts relating to bad in-game experience must have any character and FC names redacted. Any mention of whom the posts refers to will be deleted. Perfectly ok when they do it though isnt it. Got to love hypocrites who are so far up their own arses they cant even see the light of day, and love drama so much they make lies and spread shit about someone whos not even done a single thing to them. He has done this to so many people now.

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Chance Meeting (2)

A/N broke it up into three parts but you can read full work on Ao3!

“Riou, Riou, Riou,”you said outloud,”hes....kind of cute isnt he?”,you said, looking down at dog in your lap who was flipped over, demanding belly rubs. “Aaaaa D/N, I think Im catching feelings. not serious though! I mean, we’ve never even held a conversation but...he is cute...and hot..ahhh!”,you covered your face. No no, it was only proof that he was way out of your league if you continued to list the good things about him. When it came to love, you definitely had the least bit of experience in that area. Besides, your cute dog came into your life and you just sort of got into your own routine. Love had become the last thing on your mind. However, you couldn’t stop yourself from being curious about him. “Well, we saw him yesterday. I say our chances might be low. I have to get ready for work anyway, I have the night shift,”you said towards your dog. You didnt mind the night shifts, but you would rather not have them. Your job was in a pinch though and you were simply too kind to say no. You were a waiter at a restaurant. The only thing that bothered you was coming home down the sketchy streets at night, but you always carried pepper spray with....and maybe a mini knife disguised as a pen. You always made it home safe though....until today. Everything was cleaned up at work and the guests were gone. Your boss offered a ride but you declined, saying your place wasn’t too far. Also you were considering his exhaustion. He was sweet, but you knew the night had been pretty busy and you were understaffed. So, you walked home yourself. You always had your headphones on, looking down at your phone. 5 minutes into your walk, you felt like you heard something, so you stopped and turned around. Seeing a mysterious man, dressed in all black. It just smelled trouble. You walked a bit faster, then faster, eventually you found yourself running as fast as you possibly could until you ran into another person, half afraid it was him, but your terrified eyes disappeared once you saw it was Riou. You bit your lips, trying not to cry and spoke,”t-theres a man chasing me and he-”,before you could finish, Riou walked forward, his hands clenched, waiting for the man to show up. Which, he did. “Sir, you should know not to pick on women or any helpless and innocent being at all,”he said firmly. What happened next made your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Riou had single-handily taken the guy down, like nothing! Was he a police officer or something? That was way too smooth. You saw him take out his phone, assuming he was calling the cops, then he walked back to you. You quickly bowed,”Thank you so much Busujima-san! really, you saved my life,”you looked up,”how can I repay you?” He shook his head in disagreement,”I used to be a naval officer, my whole job is based on protecting those who cannot protect themselves, so no payment is needed.but you should be more careful at night, do you not read or watch the news?” You bit your lip and looked away,”maybe...not. I suppose I should though. I definitely would have let my boss drive me home,”you said. You now had a frown because you were a bit sad you were so careless. “Im sorry, I really will start doing that from now on but still, thank you again, I really appreciate,”you said, looking up with the small smile you could muster up. “Come on, I’ll take you home. do not leave my side.”he stated firmly. You nodded and spoke,”u-uh, yea, thanks, sir yes sir,”you said and mentally hit yourself. Really? Sir yes sir? But you were surprised when you heard a chuckle. or...you think you heard a chuckle. It was gone too quickly. Did he laugh at you? Why did he have to keep doing more things each time to pull him to you?

Once you arrived at your doorstep, you bowed your head,”sorry for making you go out of your way to take me back. Please get home safe.” You looked up and you couldn’t believe his next words. “theres no need to worry, I live right there,”he said, pointing to the door next to yours. You were neighbors?! Since when! You could have sworn on your life that no one lived next to you, least of all him. Oh no...and you had screamed so many times. Did he hear that too? Before you could process it, he spoke,”have a goodnight then Y/N-san,”and he left, opening the door to his apartment and shutting it. You quickly went into yours and slid down as you shut the door, your dog greeting you. “No fucking way....”,you said aloud, ignoring the consistent licks on your face. This was all too much, thank god you had no work tomorrow.

Change of POV to Rio’s

He closed his door and took off his jacket. What an eventful day. And he did that person seemed so shock he lived next to her? He was already aware of the fact, so why weren’t they. and how could they be so careless? This L/N-san was an interesting person. and their paths seemed to cross a lot. He also needed to get some sleep. First, he had to take a shower though. For the rest of the night though, he couldn’t get L/N out of his head. A bit irritated as to why, he forced himself to sleep sooner than expected. The next day, he woke up and figured it was cleaning duty. He took out the trash first, opening the door and seeing L/N standing there. Riou blinked as she got scared and dropped her keys. “sorry for the scare,”he said and went to take out his trash. As he went back up to the apartment, he saw L/N and their dog, who went towards Riou. “Hes fine, I dont dislike dogs,”Riou said, bending down and giving him a couple of rubs. “I never asked his name.” he said, while petting him. “Ah, D/N, thats his name,”they responded. “I see, Im done with my pets,”he said as he stood up, looking as they laughed and said,”you dont really have to state that...but thanks, he loves them.” Riou nodded and headed back to his place. That person definitely made fun of him and his way of speaking, but he less upset, and more couldn’t stop thinking about their smile. Why was that? No...he should turn on some music, do his chores, workout, and forget about it. A couple of hours later, he sat down on the couch. His shirt was off and sweat was dripping down his body. Suddenly, his phone rang and he furrowed his brows,”how much?”,he asked. Dice responded over the phone,”how rude! I just miss your cooking, say say can I come over today please??,”he asked. Riou answered,”by all means. so, how much?” Dice chuckled,”okay you win, I’ll message you the amount.”

Once Dice showed up, Riou let him in,”eat first, money second,”he said, blinking as Dice hugged him. “Ri-chan I missed you so muchhh”,he said, moving his head in Riou’s chest. Riou couldn’t take the physical display of affections and took Dice off of him,”thanks, the food is ready.” Dice pouted as he mumbled,”not even an I miss you back.” They sat down at the table and Dice spoke,”soooo, whats going on with Doctor Isolation in these parts? anything new? give me something, you never have anything.” Riou sighed as he ate his food,”I rescued the person who lives next to me from the attacker on the news, will that suffice?”,he said. Dice’s eyes lit up,”Woah! How cool! were they cute?” Riou lowered his eyes,”why is that of any concern? you should just be glad theyre safe.” Dice smirked,”and...do you know their name?” “Yes, why?”,he answered. “do you think theyre cute?” “no comment.”

“you need more friends you know...or even a partner,”Dice said. “I have you, why would I need more?”, Riou asked. Dice frowned,”I make you hang out with me. I want you to have someone you want to hangout with...even though you never make plans with me.” Riou rolled his eyes,”thats because thats you job.” Dice continued to question him about L/N that he eventually kicked the other out...but of course L/N had to be coming back from work. “Dice n-”

“Hey hey! my names Dice! Im this loners friend,”he said as he pointed at Riou,”please take care of him, I’ll leave him in your care,”he turned around,”They are cute by the way, just like you said,”Dice said with a wink, knowing it would it make him mad. He held onto his bag of money and dipped before he was choked,”Buh-bye Ri-chan!~” Riou sighed and looked towards L/N,”sorry...he’s a handful. have a good day.” and then he left. Its not like he could exactly deny what Dice said, then that would just put him in an even stickier situation! He sighed and flopped down on his couch, planning out Dice’s murder in his head.

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notquitejiraiya · 5 years

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Chess [17] - {ShikaTema AU}

Despite all odds, and thinking I wouldn’t have got inspired to do it, here is Chapter17; brought to you on New Years Day as I planned :)

I dedicate this (which I never do) to the badass people who I’ve only spoken to a little bit, but have been so damn kind about my work and are just great people.

Enjoy :)

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Nothing could quite compare to how Temari felt in this exact moment, nor could she relate any experience in her life to the underlying fear that had resonated since Saturday night; that ever-present pang of hurt that clung to her chest and send shivers down her spine.

Gaara, as expected, had been as helpful as he could be. When she got home, after the false smiles and tired eyes played well in front of Kankuro, she made a beeline for his room, and found him sat in bed, reading as he waited. There he had sat, looking at her with a gaze that was equal parts exhausted and excited, but it took only one proper look at her for his arms to open up. And, obviously, she ran to him.

All she’d done was explained. The evening had been pleasant, despite the fact that he was late, and very much despite the fact that he wasn’t willing to give her up as a therapist. She was not going to be any use to him anymore—she must’ve told Gaara that a hundred times over, but nothing seemed to make him speak. As always, her little brother sat and listened intently, holding her close until she eventually calmed down and fell asleep in his arms. When she’d woken up he was on the floor with a blanket and a pillow, his red hair spread messy, and she couldn’t help smiling. He was definitely her big brother at heart.

Both Sunday and Monday had been days of false smiles and hiding, reading every file but his in an attempt to recollect her thoughts and not be useless, but every road felt like it lead back to him. Every phrase that fell from a patient’s mouth felt inferior, and, while on the Monday she had her first patient who was ready to stop coming to see her, she felt no fulfilment.

She thought knowing him had been making her happy, but now she felt almost nothing at all.

But that whole time had been leading up to this moment. For two days she’d been waiting to hear that door click, torturing herself by reading his file over today’s lunchtime, and trying her absolute best to keep up with everything people said to her. Without a doubt, though, she had never felt more on edge in her life, and she stared at the doorknob, just waiting for it to turn.

As the metal glinted as it moved, Temari wanted nothing more than to hide away behind her desk or disappear away, never to return. Instead she braced herself, took a deep breath, and desperately searched for a positive in the situation.

Three-fifty-four, she noted the time. He’s early for once.

“Hi,” she mumbled, forcing a smile.

“Hi. Sorry.”

“Come sit down,” she instructed, adjusting her position on her chair. “Are you, um, doing alright today?”

All Shikamaru could do in response was nod, rubbing his neck nervously as he stepped closer. “Well, this is awkward.”

“It’s not!” she lied. “So have you had any problems since Friday?”

It was his turn to lie, shaking his head.

“Really? None?”

And again. “No.”

“How’re your family?”

Suddenly there was a smile on his face, and she could feel herself getting riled up; confused by it’s appearance. “You’ve got no idea how to talk to me now, have you?”

Temari gulped, her palms sweating. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“This is horrible,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “It feels like we’ve never even met before.”

“That’s what I was going for. You were the one who said forget about everything, Shikamaru. I’m forgetting it.”

“I didn’t mean forget how to be a normal human being.” Shikamaru sighed, sitting back into the sofa and biting his lip as his eyes looked everywhere but at hers. “I meant go back to before what happened—I meant be yourself, Tem.”

“Temari,” she argued, correcting him. “And that’s difficult, given that I knew this would happen and yet you just had to come back.”

“Tem—”

“And now I can’t help you.”

The spark that was fighting to stay alive in his eyes suddenly went out, and his arms folded across his chest, sloppy like a ragdoll. His gaze flew towards the window, and like a statue he was at once immovable.

Temari felt a lump in he throat. “Shall I grab the board?”

He didn’t move.

“Okay then, shall I just go fuck myself?”

She thought she saw that slight smile wriggle its way back onto his lips, but when she blinked it was gone. “Why don’t you just ask me about Asuma?” he mumbled. “You were on a fucking roll on Friday until I stopped you.”

“Your teacher?” She frowned. “Is there more for you to say about him? You already covered a lot of it then.”

He laughed, humourlessly. “Forget it then, jeez.” She could see his eyeballs flickering side to side, lulling closer to closing as he watched the clouds. “It’s as if you’ve forgotten your job.”

The recurring desire to punch him was crawling back to her, stronger than it ever had. “My job, Shikamaru is to help you understand yourself, and to make you feel better. And, to be really honest with you, right now I have no idea how to do that whatsoever.”

“Brilliant.”

“Will you just shut up?” she shouted, burying her face in her palms.

Shikamaru could see just from the whiting of her knuckles out of the corner of his eyes how uncomfortable she was, and the sharpness of her voice wasn’t something he was used to. Why had he at any point thought that this was going to be different from this? Did any sane part of him really think that she wouldn’t be mad at him in some way, shape or form? Of course he didn’t, so why was he so surprised that she was upset, infuriated. She almost looked broken, and the same insane part of him that was so riddled with hopeful denial wanted nothing more than to mend her somehow.

But, then again, she was Temari—from what she’d told him she was the strongest person she knew. Surely some stupid skinny asshole hadn’t shattered that person to a nervous wreck. She wasn’t like him; or, at the very least, he didn’t want to think that she felt at all like he did right now.

“Temari, I’m sorry, I—”

“I don’t want you to apologise to me. I don’t want you to even mention it.” Her eyes, bloodshot and angry stood in agreement, but Shikamaru couldn’t help thinking they didn’t give the whole picture.

He leant forward in his seat, hands locked together between his knees. His gaze turned solely on her, desperately trying not to waver and determined to not look away again. “I’m sorry I came back.”

“I just cannot believe I called you selfless, Shikamaru. You’ve come back here purely for yourself, like you don’t realise how genuinely hard this is for me to continue with!”

“We went on one date…”

“Which was one too many, Shikamaru! I—” She stopped herself abruptly, lowering her voice to a whisper. “I almost fucking kissed you!”

He gulped, eyes falling to the floor.

“I’m sorry. Did you actually want to talk about Asuma?”

“If you want me to. If it helps me get better then sure,” he mumbled, nodding.

“That’s so important to you, isn’t it? Getting better.” Her voice was almost bitter, but she masked it well with her soft smile. “That overrides everything.”

Shikamaru’s shoulders drooped. “I mean, obviously it’s important to me, but I wouldn’t say it ‘overrides everything’.”

“So, if you were to have the chance to do something that would make you genuinely happy but it would stop you getting better, you’d do it?”

He raised his head again, shaking his head with the most surprising smile yet. “I know exactly what you’re saying. My IQ is through the roof remember.”

“I never said anything about—”

“But I know that’s you’re saying. I know what can make me better, and I will do it. When I’m better I can do the things I want to do…”

It was Temari’s turn to feel her stomach fill with guilt. Despite the anger that rushed through her body, and the insane temperature at which her blood was boiling, for reasons she couldn’t quite pin down, she suddenly felt herself go cold at the sight of his smile. Not calm—no she was definitely still infuriated with him—but genuinely chilled. So many times she had looked at him and seen nothing but his usual melancholic veil of false calm, having no idea what was really happening under than dark hair and what was really inside his heart. Never had she known exactly what he was going to say; she just wasn’t able to pin him down like that.

Until now, because, strangely, he could feel it herself. So many things at once, rushing around; always taking blame and never placing it for so many unforgotten mistakes and could-have been moments, trapped in a loop of hostility towards himself that made his fingers tap anxiously…she could see it all. And, despite all her instincts as a therapist, she couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

“Most of them, anyway,” he added finally, one corner of his mouth raising, as if to convince her he was okay, really.

It didn’t work.

“I’m sorry. I never should’ve agreed to go out with you.”

Shikamaru shook his head, a deep frown carved into his expression. “Stop it. You have nothing to apologise for.”

“But, I—”

“You’re only trying to help me,” he acknowledged. “It’s my fault that I’m back here, and it’s my fault that I’ve painted myself with an extra layer of pain every hour since Saturday, and I’ve kept adding to it; checking my phone, almost calling you, almost calling here yesterday. I know its entirely my own fault, and yet I can’t shake it off.” He let out a huge sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as his head shook, trying to displace his thoughts. “I just can’t fix it.”

As she watched him haul himself to his feet, zipping up his hoodie blind, Temari felt her boots violently hit the ground and soon she, too, was on her feet, making a beeline for him. When she’s turned the corner of her desk, her hips swaying rapidly as she sped walked, she reached out to grab his arm, but his eyes flew open, and he stepped back, crossing them across his chest.

“Don’t.”

“Shikamaru—”

“Don’t, it’s fine,” he whispered, trying to stop himself listening to his own words. “I won’t come back.”

Temari was too frozen by far too many emotions to move a muscle, and so she watched hopelessly as the young man paced towards the door—faster than she’d ever seen him walk—lingering with his fingers on the door handle. She thought, maybe, that he’d look up. Or maybe he’d turn and give her one final smile—one last hurrah.

Silently he nodded once, and twisted the knob, leaving as silently as he’d entered. It took seconds for Temari to collapse on the sofa he’d just been sat on, perturbed by the warmth of spot he’d just been in, and pull her phone from her pocket. Quickly, swallowing all of her emotions and whatever pride she had left, she dialled her most called number and listened to the beeps of it ringing, and ringing, and ringing…

“Gaara,” she said to the answerphone, not caring whether he listened now or in three hours, just desperate to speak to someone or something. “Please say you’re going to the pub quiz tonight with trenchcoat-guy. I really want to come—hell I’ll even pay for your drinks, just let me come. Please!” She was aware how painful her begging was, so after a long, deep breath, she uttered the real truth, “I just really need a bloody drink.”

Outside, at the bus stop in the pouring rain, a young man put his phone to his ear and uttered very similar words. “Choji,” he sighed down the phone, “please tell me you can meet me tonight?”

“Man, I’ll be at work from six onwards, but Ino’s probably free if—”

“I’ll come. I need you, man.” He did, and his friend’s vague company would be better than loneliness tonight. He couldn’t do it tonight.

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Temari knew that every other Tuesday her youngest brother would come to the pub, drink with his friends, and play some quiz she’d never considered taking part in. What she didn’t know was that said brother was really, really good at it. And, while that inevitably made her feel a bit stupid and a little more downtrodden given the day she’d already had, it definitely had it perks. Perks which consisted of a lot of free drinks for winning each round.

The clock had barely struck ten and she was convinced at this point that she’d drunk a bucket’s worth of cocktails. Never had she considered herself a cocktail person—she had always been a ‘beer-out-of-the-can’ kind of girl, with the odd gin-and-tonic of someone else could be bothered to make her one. So, unsurprisingly, the pitchers of cocktails their quiz team had one, and she had drunk, had gone straight to her head.

Temari could hold her alcohol with the big guns—she could out-drink Kankuro any day—but this was dangerous. These drinks tasted like fruit juice, and they just kept on coming. She was smart, and underneath the fuzziness and slurring, she was perfectly aware that this was not going well.

And, for once, she didn’t give a shit.

Shikamaru, on the other hand, did.

He’d spotted her the second she walked in, hiding expertly underneath his scarf so she didn’t notice him, and ever since he had been sat, hidden behind a pillar, hoping that she’d never leave her seat—never see him. She had as much right to be here as him, and yet he knew if she saw him she would get up and leave. Or, at least, she would’ve.

He hadn’t join in with the quiz, although Choji had violently urged him that he should, telling him he could get crisps or juice instead of the drinks they gave to winners if he just asked.

“Look,” he said as Shikamaru peered over at the blonde drinking some fantasy-coloured drink through a draw, “you can join in anytime. You’ll ace it if you do!”

“Choji,” he argued, “I didn’t come to play a game and eat crisps. I came to be with my mate and not be alone. If I’m going to feel sad anywhere, I may as well feel sad in a room full of noisy strangers.”

His friend had to stop himself reaching across the bar to hug him. “I’m sorry I have to work, man.”

“It’s fine. Just get me a drink.”

“Orange juice again?”

“No.” Shikamaru shook his head, biting on his lip. “Give me whiskey. Double.”

Choji’s eyes widened, and his forehead creased into a worried frown. “Man, I really don’t think you want to—”

“Choji…”

“The most you’ve drunk since you were eighteen is half a pint of weak-ass beer,” he winced, “and we all know you don’t enjoy drinking.”

Shikamaru fished out a five pound note and held it out to him. “God, you’re a pain. Keep the change, now come on.”

“Shikamaru, you don’t want this. You’ll hate me tomorrow.”

“I said double, Choji.”

The blank stare he sent his friend’s way was enough to make Choji feel as if he’d lost a war, and he could feel the pit of his stomach growing emptier as he looked into the bleak abyss of Shikamaru’s eyes. He was going to ask what had happened but now, as he unwillingly lifted the transparent bottle and measured the liquor as required, he didn’t have the nerve. Something about the lifeless urgency in the voice of his best friend made him feel broken, and after he thought it was all getting better, too.

He snatched the money and put the glass before Shikamaru. “If it weren’t for the fact that my manager is really specific with the ‘refusal of service’ rule, you would not be getting this. You’re an idiot.”

“Love you, too,” sighed Shikamaru, swirling the glass around.

“I thought you wanted to get better Shikamaru,” growled Choji, shaking his head, “but then you do this and just let yourself regress. I swear to God if it’s that girl—”

“It’s not her.” He knocked back the drink, squeezing his eyes shut. “Man, I forgot how shit that tastes.”

Choji only had to take one look at his blank slate of a face to know what was happening. “You’re going to bloody order another one, aren’t you?”

“And I thought you quit your day job as a psychic.”

The sarcasm didn’t even begin to amuse Choji, who shook his head and failed to find words. Only after he’d been called to help someone, minutes of staring at his expectant looking friend later, that he managed to speak. “Fine. But I’m not playing any part in it; ask someone else.”

Shikamaru frowned. “Choji, come on.”

“No,” his friend called back as he walked to the other end of the bar. “I can’t do it.”

After only a couple of minutes of longingly waiting for Choji to come back and throw in the towel, Shikamaru could feel himself falling into that familiar feeling of glee. Unfortunately, he knew it wasn’t real—sadly for his wallet one double wasn’t enough to fool him into genuinely feeling happy—hence the need for another. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself to do this. On occasions he’d always have one half and it would last him the whole night, and it would make him feel like he fitted in.

But this was no occasion; this was a desperate avoidance tactic, and he knew it. She was over there—the one person he simultaneously wanted to stare at the whole night and never wanted to see again—and he was painfully aware of it. He didn’t want to be aware of it.

He’d been to enough sessions with enough asshole therapists to know what he was doing, and he didn’t care—he didn’t care at all. There she’d been, suggesting to him that he was really only devoted to getting better, not feeling happy, and now he just wanted to scream, “Look at me!” until she took it back; until she took him back and rewired him as promise, fixed him as promised…

Of course, he didn’t do that. He couldn’t be bothered to do that. Instead he waved down the smiley brunette girl behind the bar and got himself the same again, and necked it instantly, forcing a smile at her afterwards when ordering another.

But the longer he sat there, the smaller he felt. It was like when he first did this, years ago, and it wasn’t washing over him the way he expected, the way he craved. Suddenly the bar stool he perched on felt to high, and his neck felt too cold, so he threw on his coat and hopped down, drinking that last whiskey and rubbing his eyes. He couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to Choji, and he couldn’t go home or else his mother would yell at him for drinking after so long of holding back.

Choji was right, no matter how much he’d deny it out loud. This was all because of her, that troublesome woman. Through nobody’s fault but his own he’d built her up as this fantasy saviour; the beautiful woman who cared about him no matter what, in a way he’d never even imagined before. And as much as he’d laugh off the ridicule from his friends about his many lonesome years, he really had never thought of anyone like that. Before this—this bizarre, impossible to pin feeling—he’d never wanted to spend time with someone just for the sake of it, and he’d never wanted to listen to someone talk about nothing like he did her.

“This is it, isn’t it?” he mumbled, so quiet he could barely hear himself. “She’s got me.”

He couldn’t leave, but he could hide from her until she left, and from Choji until the whiskey ran it’s course. And where could he hide in this pub that she was guaranteed not to go? Well, there was only one place that came to mind.

However, in his slightly drunken state as he shuffled towards his destination, the first thing Shikamaru had managed to forget that Temari still had eyes, no matter how blurry their vision was, and obviously she spotted him immediately. Stumbling to her feet, she told Gaara she was just nipping to the bathroom, and took her bag with her, slung haphazardly across her shoulder.

The second thing he forgot was that she definitely had the nerve to follow him into the men’s bathroom, and that he definitely wasn’t safe from her in there.

So, when she edged open the bathroom door, as subtly as a drunk woman can, and found him smoking next to a half opened window, she fumbled for the latch at the top of the door, locking it quickly. “You don’t drink my ass.”

Numbed, Shikamaru turned slowly, frowning in surprised. “T-Temari? What’re you—”

“You didn’t actually want to go out with me, did you?” She slurred her words into what almost sounded like three long words, and immediately Shikamaru realised he wasn’t nearly as drunk as thought he was; or as he wanted to be.

“What are you talking about?” he sighed, exasperated.

“That’s why you didn’t make any effort to impress me. You didn’t want to did you?”

Shikamaru couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness, tapping his cigarette out of the window and letting the ash fly into the wind. “Of course I wanted to,” he insisted. “I’m just useless, Tem.”

She blinked expectantly at him, shaking her head constantly. “Bullshit.”

“Temari…”

“Temari, what?” she laughed, clearly unamused as she waved her arms about dramatically. “Temari, I’m sorry I’m a miserable git. Temari, I’m sorry I lied to you. Temari, I’m sorry I made you fancy me.”

He rubbed his eyes with one hand and took a drag with the other, strategically blowing the smoke through the window. Nothing was coming to mind to respond to her—nobody had ever silenced him in the way she did, cornered him like she did, terrified him like she did.

And he almost craved it.

Trying his best to smile, he squished the butt of his cigarette on the windowsill and left it there, turning to look at her. She looked all the more beautiful tonight, but something deep within the dark depths of the subconscious he loathed so much was telling him that was due to the alcohol in both their systems, and the rosy cheeks hers had graced her with.

With all her could muster, Shikamaru leant against the wall next to the window, hands in the pocket of his coat, before he finally opened his mouth to tell the brutal truth, “Temari, I’m sorry I couldn’t bare the idea of not seeing you again.”

Yeah, right, he mused inside his mind. As if she’s going to remember that tomorrow.

Suddenly, unexpected to him, Temari dropped her bag and advanced on him, walking in jagged lines—intense zig-zags—and he could feel his knees begin the shake. “What the hell are you doing, Tem?”

“You didn’t get it, did you?” she asked, pulling one hand from his pocket and placing it on her waist.

Gulping, Shikamaru tried his best to remove it and stay calm, but every time he almost escaped her loosening grip she grabbed his hand tighter. In the end he just kept it there, and stared into her gorgeous teal eyes with the most passive desperation. “What?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips centimetres away from his. “Why I asked you to stop seeing me as a patient.”

When she bit her lip, despite all his attempts, Shikamaru felt his knees quiver more and more. “I, um,” he mumbled, voice managing to remain steady despite his body’s weakness. “I think I need to go find your brother, and—”

“No, please don’t,” begged Temari, her nose brushing against his so delicately.

There was no denying that he wanted to hold her, and he wanted to kiss her, just as she was clearly attempting. He couldn’t lie to himself and say he hadn’t had a sleepless night wondering what the hell would’ve happened if the other night this had happened instead of their sad reality. But he didn’t want it like this.

He could only just smell the floral notes of her perfume, over the alcohol that plagued the air, and while she smelt of sweet tropical juice rather than anything evenly mildly bad, he couldn’t change the truth: they were drunk, and he didn’t want it to happen this way.

“Temari,” he whispered. “Tem, are you paying attention?”

She hummed softly, her forehead flush against his now.

“We can’t do this, love.”

A soft moan fell from her lips, and the hairs on the back his neck stood on end. “Why not?” she whined.

“Because we’ll regret it,” he sighed, himself a little upset by the fact.

“I-I won’t,” insisted Temari, stubborn as ever.

“You will,” Shikamaru corrected, smiling slightly as he pushed her away. “Can I borrow your phone?”

She frowned and held onto his shoulders for support as she stumbled backwards. “Why?”

“I just want to let your brother know you’re okay.”

It took a long time of him standing with his hand out expectantly, but eventually Temari caved with a smirk and handed him her phone. While she wasn’t quite sure why she couldn’t have just done that, she didn’t question him. Probably because in that exact moment, she wasn’t quite sure about anything.

“There,” he mumbled, biting his lip as he handed it back. “I told him you’re getting some air and will probably make your own way home.”

“He won’t be fine with that.”

Buzz.

She looked down at her phone and the text message that appeared on the screen.

Gaara: Fine. See you later :)

“Okay, maybe he will,” groaned Temari, “but where the hell are we going?”

Shikamaru shrugged, hands in pockets as he watched, amused, as she tried to slot her phone into her bag. “I can take you home?”

“And risk Kankuro punching you?” she cackled laughing.

“Then that’s a no.”

“Take me home with you.”

He almost choked on his own spit. “What?”

“Please,” she whined. “Take me home with you.”

“No!”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll wake up in the night and punch me.” He could hear himself, and the melodrama he was spouting, but he still didn’t sound worried, as such.

“Then where?”

Shikamaru bit down on his lip and accepted the arm she slung around his shoulders. “I have an idea.”

~~~

“No.”

“But Choji,” he pleaded, this time taking the role of the whining one, “neither of us can go home.”

Choji shook his head. “I’m not giving you whiskey and letting you bang your therapist in the same night. I already feel like a shit friend as it is.”

“I’ve sabotaged myself here, man,” insisted Shikamaru. “And I promise we won’t do that. I just want to make sure she has somewhere to sleep, man.”

“She has a house!”

“Where she’ll talk about me and then everyone will feel even more shit than already.” He raised his eyebrows. “Man, I didn’t ask for her to follow me into the bathroom.”

Surprised, Choji’s mouth fell open. “She didn’t?”

“Yeah, she’s smashed.”

“She needs to go home.”

Shikamaru nodded, sighing.

“You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”

“Only with the words, man. Brain is doing fine.”

Choji raised his eyebrows and smiled at his friend, pulling him in for a hug, which Shikamaru begrudgingly accepted. “If you hug me back you can have the keys to my flat?”

The thinner man hugged tighter than he ever had.

“They’re in my coat out back. Use that door.”

Shikamaru smirked. He had a true friend in this guy, and he found out as much more every single day.

~~~

Temari sighed, throwing her spoon into the plastic bowl Shikamaru had given her and fell back into the couch. “I can’t believe we’re literally above a fish and chip shop and you didn’t let me buy any.”

“You shouted at the guy that you would ‘kiss in return for fish’.”

“Damn right I did,” she laughed.

Shikamaru chuckled. “And I thought I was the asshole.”

“You definitely are.”

“Tem, I just cooked you pasta at, like, twelve-a.m.”

“You’re right,” nodded Temari. “You’re a saint.”

He looked over at her and smiled, almost sadly. Choji’s flat was very small, a room with a bed and a wardrobe, and another with a small kitchen and a couch, but Temari had made herself right at home. He couldn’t help but admire how she did that. Not taking into account the fact that she was drunk out of her mind, he also couldn’t believed the way she was slowly sinking towards him, arms wrapping around him.

“You’re wonderful, Maru.”

His eyebrows raised. “Maru. New one.”

Temari looked up, hurt. “You don’t like it.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbled. “You go ahead.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, tracing patterns on his chest through his shirt. “You’re really wonderful.”

“You said.” If you couldn’t see inside his head, you’d have thought he was fed up of hearing that brilliant sentence. “You should go to sleep, Tem,” he added, changing the subject.

“I was stupid to make you feel so small. I made you feel like shit, didn’t I?”

“You didn’t,” he lied, letting her position his arms to hold her. “Just get some rest.”

“You’re wonderful, you know?”

Shikamaru smiled, the most real and fulfilling smile he’d had in a long time. “So are you, Tem. So are you…”

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years

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Wait, What Did You Just Say? (Jungkook x You) // ONESHOT

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A/N: I really dont know what I'm doing, but the idea just came to me at 3am and I decided to just go with it. Hope you will enjoy it! Comments are welcomed.

Summary: You wake up on the day of your 21st birthday to find that you are in all the headlines as BTS' Jeon Jungkook alleged girlfriend, confirmed by the man himself. The problem is, you've never even met the guy! .

God, what is that shrill annoying sound? You groped around your bedside table, trying to find the source and just make it stop, with eyes still tightly close. You grunt in victory when you found it, which happens to be your damn handphone. You pry one eye open with much difficulty to see the time, 8 am, and grab the damn device.

Who the hell would call so early in the morning?

"Good morning sunshine!" the sound of your best friend's voice filled the air.

"What the hell do you want Jin Hee? And why the hell are you up so early? Didnt you partied just as hard as I did yesterday?" you grumbled. Jin Hee had thrown you a fantastic birthday party at the club last night. In your hazy memory, you are pretty sure she is just as drunk as you were, so how can she be so chirpy right now? Is she still drunk?

"Wow, someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed! Arent you too grumpy for someone who is celebrating her birthday today?"

"Its nothing to do with waking up with which ever side of the bed, its because you woke me up, period," you grumbled again. Seriously, why is she your best friend again? "And you are right. It is my birthday, so can you just let me sleep?!"

"Oh ho, no can do Y/N. You have a lot of explaining to do,"

"What do you mean?" God, what is she on about this early in the morning?

"Look at the article I sent you! How can you keep this from me? We've been friends for years!" Jin Hee cried out.

"Seriously, can you just tell me what nonsense you are talking about and let me go back to sleep?" you groggily ask her. You really just want to go back to the warmth of your blanket. Your head is still dizzy, traces of last night's massive hangover is still prominent.

"Y/N, why didnt you tell me you are Bangtan's Jeon Jungkook's girlfriend?!"

"Seriously Jin Hee. I'm so tired and-" your eyes shot open, the sleepiness and dizziness disappeared in an instance once you process what Jin Hee just said. "Wait, what did you just say?"

/////

"Okay, explain," Jin Hee look up at you once you arrived at the booth she was seated at in your favorite diner. You yawn and take slide in the seat opposite from her.

"Can you just at least let me order first? Its still my birthday you know," you complained.

"Fine," Jin Hee quickly flagged down the waitress and order a stack of pancakes top with strawberries, blueberries, syrup and cream, your usual preference. "Okay, now explain,"

You rolled your eyes. "What if I wanted something else? What if I wanted the toast or the sunny side up or-"

"Y/N. You've been eating the same thing since the first day we came here," Jin Hee, cut you off, looking straight at your face. "The way you are avoiding the issue make me thinks that its actually true! You are, arent you?" she asked with wide eyes.

"I am what?" you turned and smile at the waitress and mouthed a thankyou as she placed your delicious pancakes in front of you, more interested in the food than you annoyed best friend right now. Jin Hee shot you a death glare.

"Jeon Jungkook's girlfriend?" she point to the screen of her phone, where an article with the exact same headline can be seen. You rubbed your temples.

"Jin Hee, you know I dont even know the guy. We have only ever seen him on TV. That is probably not even me, just some chick with the same name!" you hungrily digged into your pancakes, hoping your friend would just drop the topic. The issue is so ridiculous. You've never even met Jeon Jungkook in real life, and its too early in the morning and you are just to dizzy to dig deeper into the issue that only seems like a mindless rumor.

"Oh really? Then what is this?" Jin Hee scrolled further and showed you another part of the article, where there's a picture of Jungkook himself, smiling that cute bunny smile, and to your horror, is holding a photo of you that you uploaded on your social media a few days back, with a caption, 'Jeon Jungkook finally introduced his girlfriend to the world, known as Lee Y/N'. Your eyes widen and you looked at Jin Hee.

"From your reaction, I can tell you really have no idea about this," Jin Hee ponders, getting more interested in the issue.

"I...I really dont. What the hell is happening?"

"There's only one way to find out," Jin Hee grinned. "You need to go and meet Jeon Jungkook,"

"What?!" you shrieked. "No way. Even if we can locate where he is, how am I even supposed to to meet him? I dont think they will just let me,"

Jin Hee's grin got wider, making you feel like you are talking to the Cheshire Cat. "Of course they will. You are, after all, his girlfriend,"

/////

"Are you not going to go and find her?" Taehyung asked, hands crossed over his chest as the two of them stand in front of the TV, watching the entertainment news that is buzzing with the theories and reactions on Jungkook's girlfriend. The younger man just grinned.

"Nah. She will come to me. I'm pretty sure of it," Jungkook confidently replied to his hyung, making Taehyung chuckle and shakes his head.

"You really have some weird method to confess your love maknae," he patted the younger's back and walked off, leaving Jungkook alone, still smiling as he continued watching the news about himself.

You are going to be mine this time Y/N. There's no running from me.The whole world already knows about us.

/////

"You are really a first class stalker, do you know that?" you glare at Jin Hee as she lead you to a downtown restaurant.

"Its not stalking, its just careful obversation," she smiled. Jin Hee suddenly burst into your apartment one day, saying she found some information to where Bangtan will be having their lunch and forced you out from your pajamas just to go to the said restaurant. Seriously, she is into finding your 'boyfriend' more than you do.

"Are you even sure he is here?"

"Yes," she said, full of confidence. "Even if I were to be wrong, we will atleast get to eat some decent food. I heard this restaurant is good," you just shrugged, following her.

After a few more minutes of walking, the two of you arrived at the said restaurant. The smell coming from it is absolutely delicious and its a quaint and quiet, a little secluded, perfect for some world class idols to come and have a proper meal without being mobbed by their fans. Your palms start to sweat as you realized you are going to meet the guy who claims himself to be your boyfriend in a matter of seconds. What do you even say?

It turns out you didnt have to say anything because the moment you entered the restaurant, seven pair of eyes turn and looked at the two of you. One of it is accompanied with a huge bunny looking grin. Its as if they leave the clues of their whereabouts on purpose.

"Ermm, hey?" you akwardly give them a tiny wave. Jin Hee who is standing by your side stay quiet, literally suffering from massive star struck at the seven boys who she usually just see on TV. You glanced at her, oh now you know how to keep quiet!

"Hey Jungkook, your girlfriend is here," the one you recognized as Jimin said, as if your presence in the restaurant isnt obvious.

"I guess you are right after all. She did come to you," the other one called Taehyung chimed as as he shoved more food into his mouth. The said boyfriend just continue to stare at you with a huge smile on his stupid handsome face. Not liking the way they are talking about you as if you arent there, you can feel yourself fuming.

"Okay. Hold up. What the hell is going on? Is this some sick game you celebrities play? Like lets prank a fan or something?"

Despite your anger, the boys seem unaffected. In fact, their smile got wider.

"Oh?" Hoseok raised an eyebrow. "I didnt know your girlfriend is also a fan Jungkook," Hoseok suddenly chimed in. You rolled your eyes at his statement.

"That's not what I mea-"

"She's feisty Jungkook. I like it. You chose well," Yoongi make a comment, totally ignoring you. You huffed in anger and raised your hands, surrendering.

"This is really bullshit. I'm done," you quickly spun around, dragging Jin Hee with you. You can feel the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. You felt shitty from what Taehyung said. Its as if Jungkook is mocking you by telling everyone you will eventually come to find him. You dont understand why, but you felt hummiliated. As if they are just playing you. You shouldnt have listen to Jin Hee and sought him out. You should just let the news died down on its own. You have never even met Jungkook before, why do you even bother to clear out the misunderstanding? Why is he doing this to you?

"Y/N I'm sorry. Dont cry. Lets just go home okay? And forget all this, " Jin Hee sense your sadness and embraced you, feeling guilty for pushing you on the issue. You almost let all your tears spilled out when a voice stopped you.

"Y/N, wait!"

The two of you turned around to see none other than Jeon Jungkook, looking flushed in the winter air, as if he just ran the short distance from the restaurant to where you are standing right now.

"Urm, can I talk to Y/N alone for a while?" he looks over at Jin Hee, eyes pleading. Jin Hee nodded and slowly release you from her hold. You look at her, begging her to stay.

"I'm sorry but I think this is something you have to do. I will just be over there if you need me," she whispered before she moved away.

Jungkook takes slow careful step towards you. "I'm sorry,"

You raised your head to look at him. "For what? For telling the whole world lies about me being your girlfriend or for the way you and your stupid friends treat me back there?" you snarled, angry tears start to rolled down your cheeks, which you quickly wiped away. There's no way you are going to let this cocky idol see you cry. Jungkook's gaze dropped to the floor, feeling guilty.

"For both. But I'm not lying Y/N," he looks up to you. "You are crying!" he exclaimed, hands automatically reached up to wiped your tears that betrayed you. "I didnt mean to make you cry,"

You pushed his hands away, startling him. "What are you talking about Jeon Jungkook?! You lied to the whole world! I'm not your girlfriend! I dont even know you! I have never even met you before today!" you cried out. Frustrated for not getting the answers that you need. This whole thing just feel like some kind of a weird dream. How is it even possible you are standing in the middle of no where with a well known celebrity claiming to be your boyfriend?

"I promised you Y/N. Dont you remember?"

"Okay. You are delusional. I dont know how you even know my name or how do you even get my picture in the first place. But I swear to God, you celebrities are sick if you think-"

"Dont you remember me?" Jungkook took hold of both of your hands, cutting you off from your rambling.

"What are you talking about? How can I remember someone I literally just met? You are really crazy," you tried to shake loose but Jungkook only hold on tighter while one hand goes inside his coat pocket, taking out a tiny bracelet, fit for a child. It somehow looks familiar to you.

"15 years ago. Dont you remember?" he peered into your eyes. You are confused at first but as you stare deep into his eyes, you start to recognized the same deep brown doe eyes that used to stare at you every day when you were just a mere seven year old.

"You are pretty, I like you," the boy who has been staring at you for the whole year finally have the courage to say something to you. You giggled, like the little girl you are.

"Thank you. But I dont like you!" you said and run away. Little Jungkook chase after you.

"But why?" he pouts. The two of you sat on the floor of the playground.

"I dont know. You are weird," you laughs.

"You will like me. I'm sure of it!" even as a tiny seven year old, Jungkook can never give in to defeat, and to him, at that very moment, having you to like him is the biggest victory. "I will make you my girlfriend when we are old enough. My mommy says 21 is a grown up.. Then you will be my girlfriend when we are 21! And I will let everyone in the whole wide world know" he confidently said, making you giggle.

"You are weird!" you start to get on your feet to playfully run away again, but Jungkook managed to grabbed your wrist, making your bracelet fell into his grasp as you ran away.

You never see Jungkook again as you moved to another city the very next day, leaving all memory and the promise of a bunny tooth boy behind.

"Kookie?" you stuttered out. Jungkook smile at your recognition.

"Yes," he softly said, carressing your hand. "I didnt lie Y/N. I promised to make you my girlfriend when you turned 21 and tell the whole world about it, and I did," he grinned.

"You...you, how did you find me?"

"I tried to find you for years. Trust me, its difficult. I kept your bracelet all this while as a reminder of my promise and as I grow older, the need to find you increased. I need to see you again. I finally find your social media a few years back and have been following your move since then, but I still dont know where you lived or how to find you. I'm scared you will be weirded out if I try to contact you through your profile. When I've finally make a name on my own, I knew if I tell the world you as are my girlfriend, you will come and find me eventually. And you did," he explained everything, trying to make you understand.

You cant help but to cry, smiling widely through your soaked cheeks, feelinf extremely touched. All the man in your life left you the moment somethinf went even a bit wrong and here you have this boy, who you met when you are just a little kid and its been 15 years and this boy still havent given up in finding you.

"You think I will be weirded out if you contacted me on my social media but thinks its fine to announced to the whole world instead?" you raised an eyebrow, questioning his poor decision. He sheepishly smile, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah... It seems like a great idea at that time," he grinned. "And its kinda romantic dont you think?"

You playfully slapped his chest. "No! Its weird!"

Jungkook close the gap, placing both hands on your hips, pulling you close to him. "So... do you finally like me now?" he asks, referring to your rejection 15 years ago.

"Hmmm. I dont know. I havent seen you in 15 years. I need a little convincing,"

"I hope you are ready to be convinced," he whispered before pulling you in for a kiss. A slow sweet kiss that melted all of your insides. You havent seen him for 15 years, you dont even know if you two are really compatible with each other, but as he broke the kiss and looks you deep in the eyes, you know you are willing to give this doe eyed boy a chance.

Nine years later

"Why do I always have to hear news about you from the articles? You are my best friend, right? Am I not your favorite hyung?" Taehyung growled from the other line.

"What are you talking about now?" Jungkook whined. "Its too early hyung,"

"Here's today headline Jeon. Let me so kindly read it to you. 'BTS' Jungkook and wife are expecting!'. I'm going to be an uncle and you didnt tell me!?"

Jungkook rubbed his eyes, still trying to process what Taehyung is saying as he lovingly smile at your sleeping form beside him. Nine years and he still can never get enough of you.His eyes shot open, now wide as saucers as it suddenly dawned to him what Taehyung had just said.

"Wait hyung, what did you just say?"

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hhuta · 6 years

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[TRANS] 레오(LEO) 1st MINI ALBUM Commentary 'Draw Your Attention'

"I really like and enjoy listening to Leo's voice and the emotions (in his voice)" I was really touched by these words.

Q: What kind of album is CANVAS? Canvas is an painting that is full of only VIXX LEO Jung Taekwoon's color, image and anything I wanted to put in.

Q: The title Touch&Sketch I wrote the lyrics for T&S. It has a dual meaning of the touch b/w people, the touch in love and also the touch when you paint on canvas. One more is to make people feel touched. So by combining all these to make a very sexy song I though of this title.

Q: How did L.E featuring come up. L.E is like a really close younger brother kinda friend. When I wrote the song I felt it would be really cool if she could feature, so I asked her and she happily agreed. Just as I had though her voice and rap complemented the song so well!

Q: You wrote the lyric to all the songs, which one was the hardest? Rather than making the music and writing the lyrics it was a lot harder to write lyrics to match music made by someone else. Composing is a hard job. For T&S even though it's a generic sound, the ideas and feel were all good but there were lots of fixes to be made so it took quiet a long time to complete.

Q: Introduce 꿈 꿈 tells us that what ever our dream is, we need to be more mature toward achieving it, not to get frustrated and to always have a dream. From the music to the lyrics it's a song that contains feelings I treasure so I made it with hopes that it will comfort people.

Free Tempo is about the excitement of new love. I really like R&B so I wanted to try an Acoustic R&B love song.

Q: What do you thing abt the Sexy Leo reputation you have among fans? I'm still a little awkward with titles but I'm really thankful and it also encourages me a lot.

Q: Special prop for concept film "Another Leo" It's made with silicon. Others are afraid when they see it but to me maybe cus it looks like me I didn't feel any different.

Q: Your thought on the first album release? Solo has been a dream of mine since I was 17 so you could say I have achieved another one of my dreams. I'm really honored that I got to produce, compose and make the songs myself and that fans enjoy it, so I feel its my duty to make a really good stage. I hope the promotions will give me the opportunity to return all the love.

Q: While making songs what inspires you most these days? Honestly I don't have anything like that now. I'm always busy promoting and composing, I do try to find inspiration but I think I just don't have time to find it. There are times when I see something and I feel like writing about it though not a lot these days. But if I decide to write a song I keep looking for inspiration and as soon as I find it I get started on it.

Q: What is "music" to leo Music is kinda like a household item. It's like a necessity, when I'm happy, sad, hurt or even sleeping just anytime. Something I can always lean on.

Q: How important is music to the Singer Leo? That a very diff question. Singer Leo has not only music but also the performance and stage to think about. Music is definitely the majority but to the person Jung Taek woon music is the most important since it a part of my daily life.

Q: A theme you want write a song based on? Mom. I definitely want to write a song about my parents.

Q: What do you think about most these days? If I say it in a single word "Complicated". There's work and a lot of things happening so I'm in the middle of organizing my thoughts. I'm sure its the same for everyone but its not easy. Living and going about the day may not seem big but these days I feel the me, who is going through the day is very complex. Later I may be able to tell you i'm happy but now its just complicated.

Q: Are you happy now? When i'm on stage, when I meet fans I'm really happy but there are times when I feel empty. I try to be happy, but I didnt know where to look for it so I used to always worry about it. Now happiness is the fact that I'm eating well, I'm healthy, I'm working so I don't try to find happiness. I used to tell myself that its not enough, that I need to do more, need to improve, was really hard on myself so now I complement myself more, that I worked hard today,I did well today, started this recently but I have started.

Q: What was the most difficult part preparing this album? I was so burdened by having to do broadcast alone and was have a hard day yesterday. Hakyeon texted my saying that 'Taekwoon-ah you are starting anew. I hope you don't feel impatient, it will be fine if you gain just a few people who like the solo artist Leo." Those words gave me a lot of strength and decided that I would just start again and make my way on my own.

Q: Did the members encourage you a lot? Ravi is very emotional when he's emotional, Jaehwanie is a cutie, Hongbinie and hyukie are both curt but even their curt comments tend to be really touching. They would just say "Don't get hurt this time" or "be careful of your ankles" but since I know them I can tell that its just how they show their concern.

Q: Difference in VIXX&LR&LEO? I have to do the ment alone. When we all do it I can choose not to but now I have to memorize the ment and it embarrassing for the ppl filming it is embarrassing for me too if I keep making mistakes. I think I should slowly start getting used to it.

Q: To Starlight Starlight. After 6 years I have come out with my solo, I don't know if you will like it but I made every song with you all in mind so I really hope you like it. I believe I need to do a lot more to be able to reciprocate all your love so I have been thinking about how to do that. When I'm resting, promoting, hurt, winning you guys are always the first to cheer for me and worry for me and i'm grateful to have you guys. I will improve but will always be by you side as the same JTW. Lets go forward together. Always grateful and thank you.

trans cr. TaekCaffeine

#guess which part made me cry :)))))))#anyways im so proud of him #leo #vixx #canvas

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bannerswife · 6 years

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A Well Deserved Holiday - Bucky x Reader

Title: A Well Deserved Holiday

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Well i wouldn't classify it smut but there is a make out session & language

Word Count: 2268

Requested by @headcannonqueen

a bucky fic where the reader is a mermaid an only tony knows but she turns when she touches salt water. She bathes in salt water and refuses to eat seafood. She has water powers and sealife. Tasha decides to make us all go on a trip to a beach in Hawaii and reader doesnt go in water. Until she goes in the sea late at night skinny dipping and bucky comes not knowing and he finds out shes a mermaid...

Authors Note: i’m so sorry its not exactly what you requested but i did try m best. Again sorry if bucky is out of character, as well as tony eek

You pulled yourself into the large bathtub that was currently filled with warm salt water, it was something you had to do on a daily, being a mermaid and all. If you didnt you would begin to get migraines and nauseated, really something you avoided at all costs. For your whole life you had been gifted the ability to not only grow a tail when in contact with water, but to be able to control the sea life and the water itself. You knew you were special the moment you hit puberty, things started changing within yourself (and not the normal way) and you had found yourself constantly being drawn in such a way to the beach. Completely mesmerized by it.

You soon found out from your mother that in fact your deceased father was a merman, at the time you simply laughed off the idea telling her that there was no such thing and that she was crazy, but little did you know as soon as you stepped back into the ocean the next day your legs weren't in fact legs anymore but a long beautiful f/c scaly tail. It really was something you could never explain how you exactly felt in that moment.

As you slowly and softly sunk into the relaxing bath you felt every single tense muscle in your body simply fade away, and the tight feeling in your legs relaxing as it became a long tail. You were thankful that Tony had specifically designed a bath just for you, it had everything you needed to help with your ability. Tony was indeed the only one (aside your mother) that knew what you were. He was your lifelong best friend after all. There wasn't one secret the two of you kept from each other. He was your rock, and you were his.

So of course as soon as he heard of the recent passing of your mother he was quick to action to help you out and let you stay with him, and so that meant living in the Avengers Tower. You honestly thought it was ridiculous, you didn't deserve the right to live amongst all the heroes. You weren't really anyone special, but everyone loved you and kept you under their wing. Considering you one of their own.

“Y/n? You in here?” Tony asked, as he strided on into your bathroom where you were currently topless.

“TONY!” You yelped, quick to cover your bare chest hopeful that he didn't catch a glance of any of it.

“Woah! Sorry! I should’ve knocked, JARVIS, please remind me next time so i don't do that again,” Tony asked bashfully, as he rubbed his hand over his face, through his hair.

Your cheeks flustered a deep red, god that was something you were hoping would never happen again. Even if you had known Tony your whole life, it was just… weird.

“What is it, Tony?” You squeaked, your cheeks still red hot.

“The team is having a meeting, so get your scaly ass out of the bath-”

“But im not apart of the team?” You asked confusingly, since when were you an avenger? You hadn't even been on one mission, let alone even know how to fight.

“Yes you are, now come on. Let’s go,”

You raised your eyebrows, your mouth forming a giant toothy grin. Quickly you pushed a button that drained the water from the bath and with your powers evaporated the water right off of your body, your tail now gone to form two human legs.

“So do you know why we’re having this meeting? Is it for a mission? Cause you know i can't fight, i literally have no skills or experience in fighting. I’m hopeless on my feet-” You rambled on, the adrenaline kicking in like the first day you were in the tower.

“I don't know, Nat wanted us all to meet up, didn't say why but must be important,” Tony simply shrugged and smiled upon your form, as the two of you made your way down the halls.

“Is Bucky going to be at the meeting?” You asked, you weren’t going to be apart of anything if he wasn’t.

You had been dating him for nearly 6 months and honestly you didn’t think you deserved a man like him. He was everything you would expect in a man, but more. But of course, you hadn’t told him what you were. It was something you were planning to do, but you always chickened out on the last second. You couldn’t handle the feeling of him maybe breaking up with you or not being able to handle such news. Him dating a mermaid? How would you react to such news?

But you knew the time was nearing to tell him. And that scared you.

“Yes, your little boyfriend will be there too, don't worry,” He chuckled.

The meeting wasn’t exactly what any one had expected coming from Natasha but everyone had very much agreed to her plans. Humming at the ideas that everyone was proposing, fantasizing what everyone would do.

“I think we’re in need of a holiday, somewhere we can completely relax and not have to stress at all.” She had firstly stated.

The conversation had begun on where exactly the team should go, there was talk about Australia, Fiji, Thailand and more, but everyone had finally settled on the idea of Hawaii.

You smiled widely at the idea of actually coming along to such a significant thing, this was a time where the avengers could finally relax and not have to stress about anything in the world. And a time for you and Bucky to be together. You were only lucky enough to had been invited.

“Alright i'll book flights and accommodations now, we’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow so everyone get packing.” Tony said before walking off out of sight.

“Are you excited?” You asked when you jumped to your boyfriend side, holding his hands in yours.

“Yeah, Natasha is right, I think it will be good for the team, but most importantly. Finally a time just for us,” he stated, with a soft smile as he pulled you close as you made your way back to your flat of the facility.

The second the two of you entered Bucky was all over you in a second. His mouth on yours, not too roughly but enough to make you know he had been craving this moment. Every time you had kissed Bucky it was always like the first, as though sparks shot through and around your body, it really was exhilarting.

Bucky pulled you in with a strong tug so the two of you had no space left between, You could feel the heat of his body radiating onto you. You brought your hands to his long hair and raked through it while he ran his hands up and down your back and over your waist, exploring every curve of your body.

In a second Bucky had pulled you into bridal style, walking you to the bed you both shared. As he walked you over you moved your kisses to his jawline, cupping his cheeks into your hands. You couldn't help but leave marks behind.

He softly placed you onto the bed, his body hovering on top of yours, looking deeply into your bright hungry e/c eyes.

Slowly he took of his clothes, You enjoying every single bit of his body he was currently unclothing. God he was fucking perfect everywhere.

You hooked your legs around his now fully unclothed body and pulled him closer to you, your lips latching onto his once again.

“Maybe we should start packing,” You huffed, placing your hand on his bare chest.

“Fuck packing, I want you,” Bucky said, you softly chuckling.

“Alright, babe,” And with that Bucky tugged the clothes off of your body.

...this wasn’t the first time you and Bucky had fucked but god damn it was always a new experience, just like his kisses. Sometimes it’d be fast and rough or slow and passionate, it always varied. Today was a little bit of both, and you loved it.

There had definitely been a lot of moaning and you didn’t really care if anyone in the whole bloody building could hear it. You both were enjoying this moment and wanted to live it out as long as you could.

You loved Bucky with everything you had and honestly you didn’t know why you doubted him if he found out what you were. He loved you. And you knew you could trust him with your life and trust.

When morning came the two of you had to shove whatever your hands lied upon in your draws and cupboard. You didn’t pack yesterday afternoon like instructed so you had only little time before Tony left without you both.

“I told you we should of started packing yesterday,” Bucky sarcastical commented chuckling, knowing full well that he would of never even finished before he went back to you on the bed.

“I’m sure you would’ve wayyyy rathered that,” you smirked before grabbing your suitcase and walking out of the door.

“Bye, bye house,” Bucky said before closing the door behind him, ready for the holidays.

On the flight to Hawaii you mostly slept trying to limit the amount of jet lag you will experience once landed. You snuggled close into Bucky craving the warmth he radiated, while he rested his head upon yours.

“Aren’t they just the cutest,” Tony commented, smirking at the sight of you two.

At first Tony was a bit hesitant at the announcement of the two of you dating but he knew that if you loved someone it was for all the right reasons. And as long as Bucky treated you with enough love and respect, tony would be fine.

“Indeed they are,” Thor replied, before he found a comfortable position to get some sleep himself.

Swiftly Tony got out his phone, snapping a quick photo of the two of you, his smirk still playing on his face.

Hawaii was just beautiful. From the way the tall green palm trees blew in the winds to the crash of the crystal blue waters you could hear from your room in the night. This was exactly the whole team and been needing, a time to finally relax and think about nothing but themselves. Not a worry in the world.

It was late at night, Bucky sleeping soundly next to you, snoring ever so slightly. You hadn’t had your daily swim yet, and these past previous days you had been sneaking off to the beach at night where you would be alone.

So quietly you got up from bed and opened the screen door and walked down the hill to the moonlit beach. You pulled your clothes off and jumped in, thankful to be back into the salted water once again.

You never get the chance to go out into the beach anymore as it was too risky to get caught, so to be out in the open water was amazing and thrilling.

It finally gave you the chance to conjure sea life to interact with, you met so many different types of animals here and had even made a friend with a dolphin, Squeaky, you called her. Thinking it suited with the sounds she always made.

As you jumped in, you called out to your dolphin friend, she was quick to your side practically jumping into you.

“Awah, I missed you too, girl,” you giggled.

You knew it was a bad idea to get attached to an animal as you had to leave it once you left to go back home, but honestly you could not have. It was such an amazing experience and you wanted to take every chance of finally doing something you rarely get to do.

You swam around and about for a couple of minutes until you jumped out of the water to a rock on shore.

You puffed, smiling upon the dolphins head that stuck out from the water. Squeaky called out to you, wanting you back into the water to play but you shook your head.

“I’m sorry but I can’t be out for too long, just in case-“

“Y/n?” You heard an all too familiar voice call out from behind, your heart practically leaping out of your chest.

“Oh shit,”

And this was the moment you had feared.

Bucky walked over to you, you could hear the crunch of the sand get closer and closer until it stopped.

“Wow,” He marveled, his eyes growing wide.

“When were you going to tell me you were a- a-“ he stuttered as he took upon your form, you couldn’t really tell what was going on in his head. But you could see the gears turning all too quickly in his head, trying to understand.

“A freak? Uh well, I had been tossing up about it for a while now but I guess I’d been afraid of how you would think of me,”

“I would never stop loving you because of who you are y/n. You’re not a freak, not even close, you’re- you’re beautiful,” He said as he walked upon the rock.

He took a close look at your new form, taking in the way your beach wavy hair fell from your shoulders covering your breasts, and your long f/c tail.

Your cheeks flushed a warm red, when did you ever deserve a man like this?

“I love you so much Bucky Barnes,”

“And i love you, y/n l/n,”

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sleeplesssecrets · 2 years

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ugh so i normally dont go back and reread my old posts on here because the original point was literally to enjoy the physical and tactile feeling of typing about not much on a blog that literally only a handful if people that has ever seen over the course of several years BUT i did read what i wrote on february 16 2021 about post partum and wow. i captured everything i was feeling so perfectly, no holding back, just raw feelings and thoughts. i, even tho that this blog is completely devoid of structure or on going theme or truly and deep purpose, want to evaluate my current emotions a year later. i wont reread the post again, that last time i read it was a month ago when i wrote my last post. so yea it's been a year since i felt all that. i left my job i was talking about, went back to my old one, and recently left that job again. i am currently not employed. i have chosen full time mommyhood. every time i get to pick up my baby and hug and kiss him, i check the time to relish in the fact that if i were still working full time, i would be clocked in and not hugging and kissing my baby. a senator i follow always talks about how she wants to made day care more accessible for parents so it's affordable and parents can keep working. ok fine. but i dont want to leave my baby with anyone and go to work. it doesnt make any sense, even if the child care is free. i am personally meant to be home with my baby and my big girl. i am not supposed to be shoveling yesterdays dinner leftovers as today's lunch in less than thirty minutes, or shushing my playful curious children while im on call, or messaging someone when i need a two minute break to pee. i am supposed to be slicing bananas, folding very tiny pants, and washing in between my children's toes. and i knew this while i was working. i hate that in order to live securely, i had to be clocked in. this makes sense for no one. my babies thrive with me as their mom one hundred percent of the time. and i truly believe they do now that i am home. i am trying to be more joyful and playful, to get on the floor and be the mom i see myself being in my head. im getting way better. today is day 6 of not being employed so im allowed a little time to get back into it. even my part time job interrupted my mentality of being a mommy because i had to spend thirty minutes to an hour getting ready and getting to work. even that little loss made me feel guilty. to put bub in his crib and do my makeup while he plays in that little area felt wrong. hes totally fine in there, i know, but hes even better in his large play pen in the living room with me. my baby girl had me one hundred percent until she was about three and a half and i started my job. i want to be able to raise bub equally. anyways. my husband and i are tlaking about moving in the summer which i really ant to do. we have looked online at a f ew places that are cheaper and farther away from fast food, but near by good schools for the babes. i love moving. i have probably talked about it on here. i love picking what comes with me when i go, what gets thrown out, and reorganizing it all in a new place. it makes me feel good. i dont want to do it too many more times in the babes' lifetimes tho, because it is better for them to grow up in one place, go to one school, keep one room. i dont have one singular childhood bedroom. i have like, ten. and each time we moved i lost things. clothes, toys, memorabilia. it made me better at shrugging my shoulders when something gets lost, while at the same time cherishing and taking care of the things i had. i started to keep a back pack that had things i didnt want to lose in between moves. i think im adaptable in that way. when i get uprooted, i see possibility in the new arrangement rather than destruction of the last one. i saw a meme that was a video of a few cars loaded with things that someone commented, that is an eviction convoy. i was a little surprised to see that other people could relate to that. because in an eviction thats what you do. you pack up everything with or without boxes,

tetris it into two or three cars, and hit the road. and i just like the purging and adventurous nature of that.

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When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

Edit 1:fixed some spelling mistakes. Going to leave 'clam' as is, haha!

Edit 2: Ulyssesbucketlist subreddit is now a thing!

Edit 3: I'm trying to reply to all of your comments and give everyone who asks for their own challenge! Please bare with me, I'll get to you I promise!

Edit 4: Monday 5/19/2014 UPDATE: I'm kind of lacking words at the moment, and am in awe of the power of the universe. Writing this story was just to relive a moment in my life, and to share it with others and maybe help them in some sort of way(or just give an entertaining story to read). Never did I think there was the slightest chance I would actually get to talk to her again. But thats exactly what happened. Last night I found out that the Amanda that ThatGuyWhoAte knew, was in fact the Amanda I met 14 years ago. Thank you Reddit. From the bottom of my heart, I give to you the sincerest Thank You I can possibly give. You gave me a chance to continue a life story that stopped writing 14 years ago. I will never forget this.

A thing on reddit i thought was really cool.

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imthebrettofthegroup-blog · 7 years

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I just want to start off by saying that this is probably something you wont read and will probably scroll past. I want one person and his friends (all of cc) to read this and know how much they have helped me.

I have had a horrible week even though it only just started.

It technically started last monday but the worst of it arrived yesterday.

Last week I had a surgery on my ear (I had a hole in my ear drum causing hearing loss)

After the surgery I woke up wearing this ugly stupid red headband that I could tell would get annoying.

People thought it was normal, fashionable until I said its from surgery.

First few days were fine, my sleeping schedule on the other hand not so great.

I slept all day and stayed up all night until I went back to school.

I tried to fix that but it got worse until I was awake for two whole days with 0 hours of sleep. Then the next day, the next, the next, until it got to the fifth day.

I have had 6 hours of sleep over the past 5 days. I googled insomnia because a few people said that I might have that.

Insomnia can occur from several things, those of mine would be depression and anxiety.

I am technically not a senior because I dont have enough credits to qualify in the state of Texas.

Thats already stressful. Comes the first day of school my teacher who has been helping me with my learning disabilities told me I would have to work my ass off to get those credits in only a few short months.

Professional communications, we must present a poem about color. I thought of my poem abd I thought it was great!

Red is the first color of the rainbow

Orange is an orange

Yellow as yellow as the banana bus

Green, well those are peas

Blue mens group and blues clues too!

Beautiful indigo night skies

Violet, now where is she?

The more you know

That was my poem.

Then I got scared and almost didn't present it but I did and the look the teacher had on her face made it clear, she didnt like it.

Those cause my stress.

My depression oh boy,

Being bullied because of what I look like. People staring and pointing at me before the laugh while going down the hall to our next class. Thats all im seeing. Judgement.

Boys. Oh lord, I told my crush how I felt. I wrote it on the notebook app on my phone.

I sent it to my two close friends so they can see it before I send it (all of us girls do that)

They told me to send it but I was honestly scared and kept thinking "he doesn't like you who are you kidding. You know whats gonna happen. Stop. Trying." But I sent it and was shaking because I was so scared. I have never been so honest to a guy like that before, its scary!

Being the mofo sweet thing he is he said he thought it was cute and sweet.

Since I didn't have the guts to ask him how he felt about that, I asked my friend Faith to ask him.

He thought it was sweet and cute that I was so up front and honest about how I felt towards him (those werent the exact words, I understood what he meant anyways." But then the next like read "but I dont like anyone at the moment."

That was not the response I was wanting.

He two of my friends felt bad and told me not to worry but all I said is that it has happened to me many times before and Im used to it by now. Truth is Im not.

This guy I like really is the nicest guys I know. He is in the cooler group of people unlike me yet he still listens and read my insanly long paragraphs of me venting, only to respond with something that will make me feel better. All these other guys at our school pretend to be nice at first and then unmask their true self. "Fuqbois" I honestly thought he wad going to be like that but he is still here helping me out today. He makes me laugh in class by being a doofus *no joke, actually pauses typing session to open his snapchat- and actually bringing Shelby, Samar, Faith and us closer together. Yeah it annoys me when he sends me selfies and not say anything or start a conversation and even when I try he just doesnt talk (heckin turd) but I mean hey, he still helps me.

I will admit I felt worthless and unwanted but my two friends, immediately started to message me telling me its okay and trying to cheer me up. It didnt work.

I couldnt talk to him, I was too embarrassed. I talked to my new friend Matthew and he was telling me his story about how he was nothing to what he is now, a huge fuckin ladies man, guys ask him how he did it. He really tried just as much as the girls did but it didnt work.

I talked to my friend L (I know your name Latrice, just want to hurry sorry boo). She immediately knew something wad wrong and tried to help. I decided I just wanted some time alone so I asked "when I get back, can you send me a bunch of pictures of my man Brett?" And she said she would.

I didnt really get any alone time as all my friends kept texting me but I didnt want them to know and start to worry. I only talked to a few of my older girlfriends (going back since 7th grade) Bailey and my other friend Dani (queen) and my friend who was also by my friend Sakib (he introudced me to bre my bitch ass dork), Kate and Sakib were always there when I needed someone or something. Since my freshman year. They graduated as class of 2017 at Central, leaving me and a bunch of us behind. Kate helped me feel better but we didnt talk much. Bre was acting like a mom, I said I was so embarrassed and she said it wasnt embarrassing. How is that not embarrassing? "Because I said so" she made me feel better a bit more.

Bailey, she said I should respect that about him and I agreed. I said I hated couples besides her and her boyfriend Cody.

Her- I wish Cody had friends, I would set you up

Me- me too WAIT OMG "I wish Cody had friends" THE SHADE IS FEELING NICE OVER HERE!

Dani, my beautiful Queen oh my goodness! You already went through a horrible loss today and I wasnt there for you like I should have. I told her I always mess things up and ruin everything. -again gets on snapchat because Erick the cuck asked me a quetion and I answered and then he like died or something, gets distracted amd realizes that Jakob from cc opened my message and then gets on instagram to tell L and let her know Im still writing this, remembers Jakob, freaks out again, looks at notifcations and sees that my famdog Matt (super awesome one I talked about) changed his profile picture so I go check it out realized I was supposed to be typing this and comes back here to remember I need to go to the conversation I had with Dani earlier to put her quote- "its just people who need to learn to see whats so great and its right in front of them." That made me feel better.

I go back to instagram and ask for the pictures of Brett. They instantly make me smile. I dm her because I can connect with her on a certain level with certain things, I tell her I sent a note to Jakob and that I hope he reads it. I took a screenshot and sent to L who said it was so sweet. While typing that letter to Jakob, I had realized the reason Im still here and who I am now than who I was just two weeks ago and I began to cry. I had just realized that Brett has made me smile so much and made me laugh and giggle. He may not know it but he saved my life. Im in a group chat with L and Sam. The chat is called the Slaughter Club. We had met from a post Sam had put up saying she wants to make a gc with a bunch of cc fans and just have an awesome time. Im so glad I hit that comment button and asked to be in the group. Over a day after, we realized I was the oldest, Sam being the youngest and we kinda let her choose lol. Brett is the older one of the group, I was called the Brett of sc. Trevor being the youngest of cc, Sam being the Trevor of sc, L, she chose Aleks. So Aleks of sc she was. They would get great pictures of the guy of cc and I never saw good ones so I asked where, they brought me here. Since being in this group chat and being the adult in certain situations (also weird fact, whenever Im not there, shit happens like idek. Same with Brett with cc.) Brett has inspired me in so many ways and I know I will never have the chance to ever in any way tell him, this is how Im telling him how he saved me. Really, all I want is that the Cow Chop crew read this and know how much they mean to me. I have a feeling that I know they will never see this (especially Brett) but Im going to put this out there in the hopes he will. Thats what I want from this. I know its all stupid but the CC crew really have brought together an amazing group of friends who I love so much and want to thank for always being there. Thank you. -Caroline Hope Powell

#brett hundar #hundar #cow chop #modest cube #aleksandra zaryanova #alsojakob #please reblog #thank you #saved

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Roommates pt2

pt2 of Roommates. Wow. btw working on pt3. Enjoy!

“Do you remember yesterday?”

You began to think about those words carefully, your hangover still evident, making your senses slow down a bit. You do remember drinking a lot with Sarah and the others but with serious tone Justin was using right now, it made you think something bigger happen.

“No.. why?”

Justin pauses eating for a moment.

“You were very touchy.”

Your eyes bulge at this single comment. You were known to be very flirty and touchy, even Andrew would complain about this.

“Did I-we do anything?”

“You offered to give me head.” You face automatically burns in embarrassment at this comment. You did not believe his words. Justin, Jazmyn’s little brother, you. This is not how you wanted Justin to view you. You were not this type of person. Justin was like a little brother to you. This was not happening. You began to think you were going to faint soon.

“Oh my, Justin i’m so sorry. I was not thinking straight.”

Your eyes began to water, wanting to cry out right now.

“I can’t believe I would do that to you. You know I only see you like a brother, nothing more, definitely not that way. Please don’t-” Justin jumps up and holds you still by the shoulder. You didn't even know you were shaking so much.

“It's ok Y/N.”

You hug him as a desperate move to apologise. You wanted nothing but to go on your knees and beg for your stupid mistake. Justin wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you in a tight warm embrace. Your body suddenly dying down from shakiness, you began to feel calmer.

“I’m sorry Justin.”

“Justin! Are you nearly ready?”

You call his name at the top of your lungs, despite him only being next door to your room, that was how lazy were you. You and Justin decided to go out tonight and visit the new club that was opening today. You were already dressed. You check yourself in your full length mirror. Your dress was strapless, black and figure hugging. It was a little short you thought but you’ve been dying to wear it once so you couldn't help yourself to give up the opportunity. Your hair was done nicely, makeup done to perfection, you couldn't wait to have some fun, hoping maybe to meet a guys even.

You looked down at your feet. They were so sore and aching you didn’t really want to wear heels but what else could you do. Justin was taking his time in the shower, you thought. He just came back from the gym, that kid never skips the gym. You make your way to kitchen. You check the time on your phone, 10:31pm. The event started at 11pm.

You settle you phone on the counter and open the fridge to take out your favourite orange juice. You take a big gulp. You sigh. This shit was so refreshing. You clumsily settle down the carton, not even thinking and it causes your phone to bumped off and fall in the gap between the gap and the fridge. You now feel like slapping yourself for being so stupid. The drop was so loud, you prayed that your phone wasn't damaged.

Justin, being busy in the shower, could even hear the loud sudden noise. He gets startled a bit.

“Y/N! Are you ok there?”

He receives no reply. He starts to panic a little. He quickly wraps a towel around his waist and rushes out. He walks out, surprised to see you bent over the counter. Your dress was risen, showing a good portion of your back thighs and out peaked your lace panties. He suddenly wishes he didn't come out, he freezes at the sight.

“UGHH.”

You groan out in frustration, your arm was too short to reach it, you were so close. You raise up one leg, attempting to hopefully climb up the counter top and reach for the damn phone. This action causes your legs to even spread more, allowing Justin to see it, leaving very little imagination to his hungry eyes. He stood there, unable to take his eyes from the sight in front of him. The groans that left your went straight to his manhood. Dirty images of what he could do to you right now flashed through his head.

You reach down a little further, allowing your fingertips to grasp the phone.

“A-ha!”

You jump from you position. Finally you thought! You check close to examine your phone. You were lucky, you thought. The phone was good as new. You spin your body around, only to spot Justin standing there. He quickly turn his body around, attempting to hide whatever was going on behind his towel.

“Justin, are you ready yet?!”

You yell/whine out at him for being lazy and slow. He doesn't reply, instead walks a bit faster to his room. You didn't think this was strange instead you just wished he wouldn't make you guys late.

“You better not make us late!”

You yell out, warning him seriously.

You jump out the car quickly. You were so excited. You walk quickly beside Justin, linking your arms together.

“Are you gonna drink tonight?”

Well, Justin was only 20 you thought, so he shouldn't even be drinking.

“Yeah.” You hear him mumble.

You playfully smack his bare lower arm, “you better not.”

“whatever.”

He glances down at you. You smile at him and giggle at his funny monotone.

“Yeah thats right! I’m gonna kill you if I see you drinking boi!”

Justin smiles and shakes his head at your childness.

The loud music blares in your ears. Wow this club was packed and you could see why. The places was so large yet looked small due to the amount of people in it. You spot Sarah and your other workmates. They see you too and wave out to you, signalling you to join them.

“Justin!” You yell above the loud dance music, “I’m gonna join my friends!”

“Yeah, me too!”

He spots his a few of his college friends drinking and laughing together. You guys separate your ways.

“Justin! BRO!”

Khail, Justin’s bestfriend, spots his arrival and welcomes him, hyping his out his name. The others see Justin as well, shuffling over to let him sit beside Khail. Khail being drunk already, sloppy hands him shots of vodka.

“Drink up, we have a long day ahead!”

Justin attempts to push it out of his grasp. Khail simply laughs at Justin’s action but doesn’t question him. As time passes by, you start to hype up due to a couple of drink. You stumble your way to the dance floor, along with sarah. You sway your hips to the beat, you hands touching up your body. You danced like no one was watching you. Little did you know, Justin had his eyes on you the whole time. You were hard not to miss. Many eyes were on you, including hungry eyes from the guys and evil glances from the girls. Justin sees this and tries to ignore the fact he wasn’t alone.

“Woah.” Khail exclaims as he spots you, “She’s good aye?”

Justin narrows his eyes at khail, now noticing the whole crew was eyeing you out. Za, being a stupid drunk as he was decided to live up to pass everyone's expectation. He walks up towards you and quickly grabs you by the waist. You see you have company. Your mind was fuzzed and dazed, you weren't even sure if you were still standing or if you eyes were opened. You definitely didn't care that Za slipped his hand a lit lower.

“Baby girl, what’s your name?”

“Y/N” you slur out.

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling closer, using him for support. He wraps his arms around your waist, before slipping a hand underneath your dress. You pull away from the sudden unwanted action and try to swat his hand away.

“Stop.”

“What’s the matter? Don't you wanna get it on?”

Za says this to prove a point to his friends. Justin sees what was happening. He breaks free from Khail and the surrounding girls around him as he sees you walking to the bathroom.

“Y/N?”

Justin spots your hunched over the toilet, letting out whatever you drank tonight. He pulls your hair away gently. You raise you to your feet, wiping off your saliva with your backhand.

“I think we should get home now.” Justin carefully walks you to his car, watching you lazily slump dead in the back seat. He mentally sighs. You were a big mess. During the car ride, Justin checks a few times in the mirror, making sure you ok.

“Y/N. We’re home. Get up.”

Justin didnt want to put with you anymore, too many emotions taking over him at one. Even though he was angry with how you turned out, he couldn't help but soften and take care of you. Justin carefully picks you up with ease and swings open the door with the other hand. He drops you down on you bed.

“Change out of your clothes and take a shower.”

You don't reply, to lazy to even move an inch, you were acting like a kid.

“Y/N. I know you’re awake. Stop being stupid.”

You pout out at his words. You sit up and whine at his comment.

“Take it off for me then!”

You childishly whine until he finally gives up and unzips your dress. You stand up to shuffle out of your dress, leaving you in your bra and panties. Justin turns his head away from you quickly.

“Take a shower ok?” he instructs, still facing his face away.

“Do it for me!” You whine out again.

He grips your back and pushes you, indicating he was fed up with our actions.

“I hate you.” You march your way to the bathroom.

You fall flat against your bed, face flat on your pillow. You groan as you feel the stress fading off and you fall asleep instantly.

Not being able to get a wink of sleep, justin jumps out of bed. He walks out of bed and into the kitchen, grabs a water bottle before heading off the 24 hour gym at 6am. Hours later, you wake up. Dead or alive you realise you needed to get up as it was already 3 in the afternoon.

First thing you realise is your pounding head. Not this again. You walk into your bathroom and point a deathly finger into the mirror and make a stupid promise to never drink again, even though you know you would. You scrub your face harshly, removing you excess makeup and continue to scrub your face clean, almost wanting to washing off yesterday's events. You didn't remember what happened yesterday but you just prayed you didn't do anything silly, like blow Justin or anyone for that matter.

Pulling you hair in a bun, you walk into the kitchen, you stomach empty and rumbling like a awaking storm. Speaking of storms, the weather today was pretty bad. It was cold and outside seemed like it was going lightening was approaching very soon. You realise Justin wasn’t home, you were about to call him but he suddenly comes through the front door.

“Hey where have you been?”

“Gym. I took a shower there. Want to go out for lunch?”

You were hungry so why not.

“Are you paying?”

He walks past you to go change into something weather appropriate.

“Are you?!” You yell out at him.

“Get changed Y/N!” He yells back at you.

You laugh at him, he was just too cute sometimes. You loved messing around with him. You quickly whip on some jeans, thinking sweatpants were attractive at all. You didn't want Justin to think you were a slob or anything. You start to panic as you can’t find anything else to wear. You sigh as your head started to get dizzy.

“Hurry up. I’m driving.”

He was already leaving. You give up and walk out wearing a black v neck t shirt, you just hoped it wasn't going to rain anytime soon. You run out the door, grabbing your phone in one hand and your low white converse shoes in the other. You run to the door, attempting to open the passenger door. This idiot locked the door!

“Open up you idiot!” You frown. You see him poking his tongue out at you. He finally clicks open the door. You huff as you throw your shoes in the car, before sitting down, keeping your face away from you. He chuckles at your actions.

“Stop acting so down Y/N. You always play tricks on me.”

“Was the payback?”

“Yup!” He says with his eyes on the road, popping the ‘p’. So this was a game? You knew how to play. You would definitely win.

After the short trip, you finally realise your destination.

“Seriously, The cheesecake factory?”

“What's wrong with it?”

“I don't need to gain anymore weight, idiot.”

You were quite, ‘chubby’ as Andrew would say, especially your stomach and thigh area.

“Weight, where?”

“Quit joking around Justin.”

Your voice flattered, showing justin you were dead serious.

“I’m not joking.”

He flicks his eyes to your face for a second. You had a frown upon your face. Justin wanted to tell you in a serious matter you were beautiful, that you were perfect, sexy and amazing and that you were definitely not ‘fat.’You were so blind, Justin was caught by your breathless beauty as soon as he laid eyes on you.

BEEP BEEP! A loud honk knocks Justin back to reality.

“Shit.” he mutters, driving quickly to turn left. It was a green light.

“Idiot! What time did you even wake up, still asleep I see.”

Justin shakes his head back to reality and drives to find a carpark.

“Just wear it. Stop being picky.”

Justin chucks his hoodie that as left in the back seat at you. It was now starting to rain, spitting now, the weather didn't look like it'll die down anytime soon.

“Its too big.”

You continue to make excuses. A sudden blow of cool air washes past both of you. You shake out, goosebumps rising along your bare arms.

“See? Its fucking cold. Dont complain, I tried helping.”

You sigh out loud, not really having an option. You pull on his hoodie and sneak your head out. Wow the smell was quite nice you thought but now you realise your hair was now ruined out of its bun.

“Seriously! My hair!” You whine.

Justin rolls his eyes at you. He pulls the hair tie out, letting your curls out, effortlessly framing your face.

“Let's go.” Justin starts walking.

“Wait for me.”

You run up to catch up to him, not caring about your hair anymore.

“What are you having?”

You rack your eyes across the menu, not really knowing what to eat. You seriously were bad. You didn't want to eat what you always eat, you wanted something ‘different.’

“What are you having?” You ask him back.

He flicks the menu, pointing to what he wanted.

“Yeah, i’ll just get that too. Minus the dessert.”

Justin shuffles his eyes up at you with a ‘are you serious’ look.

“What?!” you huff.

Before Justin you scold you again for being stupid, he spots Andrew with his friends.

“What are you looking at?”

Justin finally adverts his eyes back to you with a low cough, trying to not make it obvious.

“We’ll just order now.”

“Is the food good?”

“This is so cheesy, very yummy!” You say through a full mouth, your cheeks being hollowed out.

Justin simply chuckles at you.

“Good. you better finish it up.”

“Why did you order two desserts. I hate you.” You glare at him.

“Just eat it.”

Justin was glad everything was going so smoothly, he would sometimes glance at Andrew and his crew. He was surprised Andrew hasn't spotted them. From this distance, Andrew looked ‘happy.’ he didn't even look like he was missing you at all. He was laughing, smiling and enjoying life. You on the other hand was crying yourself to sleep, drinking and a mess. The first few days were the worst. Now, after a month and a half, it was fine. But this did not mean you didn’t think or miss him.

The two girls along with the two guys setted with Andrew all looked like scums. The brunette girl would glance back at Justin a couple of times.

“So how college going?”

You break Justin out of his own world. He shakes his attention back to you.

“Good.”

“Are you studying?”

“What else would I be doing in my room.”

He says as he chews harshly on his food, trying to ignore a ‘happy’ Andrew.

“Is the business thing, actually working out?”

“Yup,” He popps the ‘p.’

He suddenly meet eyes with Andrew. Andrew’s eye widen, recognizing Justin. Justin tries not to freak out as he sees Andrew and the brunette coming to them. He quickly reaches and harshly pull the hood on your head.

“What the f-”

“Justin was it?” You recognize the voice immediately.

Andrew still hasn't noticed Y/N, only seeing the back of her, besides your frame was fully covered by Justin’s large clothes.

“Stop checking her out dude. Brianna thinks you’re a fucking creep.”

Justin chuckles and cough, “girlfriend?”

“No-” “Yes.”

Both Andrew and Brianna cuts each other off.

“Does fuck buddies consider a girlfriend?” Andrew huffs out at Brianna.

Wow, Justin thinks to himself, he did feel bad for Brianna, she was a pretty girl, he was just glad Y/N was away from him.

“What are you laughing at kid.”

Andrew returns his attention to Justin.

“Is this your fucking girlfriend? Aye? Nosy fucker.”

Justin ignores the name calling. The neighbouring tables notice Andrew’s loud words, they all eye him out. Andrew gets a big angry at this now. Andrew sees Justin’s smirk and wants nothing but to punch him right now.

“You fucking wank. You fucking took Y/N. Why does she even fuck with a small kid like you.”

Y/N hears this. She stands up and faces Andrew.

“Stop being so full of yourself, for once in your life. Why do you think everyone else is the problem, when you are the problem.”

Andrew’s eyes fires up at the very situation, knowing this all too familiar. He knew how to win, you guys had been together for over one year.

“What are you doing here. Are you seriously with that kid?”

“So what if I am. Hes hundred times better than you.”

Before you got so fired up, you walk out past to get some air, you didn’t want to start yelling and cause a scene. You could hear Andrew’s firing back at you with nasty words. You start to feel the tears approaching as the cool air blows across you. You miss him, you really do. You wanted nothing but to go back with him but seeing that he has moved on you couldn’t. Brianna was pretty, prettier than you, skinnier than you. You saw her fucking stomach in the crop top, flat as a pan. He was always into model like figures. He would always persuade you to wear little clothes, then he would always scold you for looking like a ‘pig’ in them.

“Hey.”

Justin’s quiet voice makes you turn around to face him. Justin sees the tears running down your face, the red nose and bloodshot eyes.

“Aw, baby. Come here Y/N.”

He hugs you, squeezing you, a hand at the back of your head, stuffing you on his shoulder, almost making you lose your breathe.

“Uhhh-h, stop. Justin. can’t .breathe.”

“Good. Stop, crying like a baby then.”

You start to push away, pushing your hands at his hard chest, he didn't move at all. You begin to give up, eyes not in the mood in crying but in the mood of killing Justin! He moves away and holds your face tightly, squishing your cheeks together.

“Are you finished crying little baby?” Justin titles his head, teasing you.

You start to smack him repeatedly.

“You’re dead!”

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thehiddensemicolon · 7 years

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Kacchako fanfic: New Prey Chapter 4

Uraraka POV Last night was so shocking. But I liked it. But what about now? Would things be the same as it always has been since before yesterday night? Would he ignore me? Would I ignore him? What about our classmates. How would they react. I never imagined Bakugou being the type of guy to ever date a girl. Does he want to date me? Am so confused. Uraraka thought. She was in her dorm room mid morning and was just getting out of bed. She was still wearing her shorts and tank top and heard a knock on the door. Confused in thought. She slowly went to open the door. "Bakugou what are you doing here?" She asked "Good fucking morning too sleeping beauty. You're still in your pajamas? You do fucking know that it's almost 12 pm right?" He said. "Um sorry I didn't know you were coming, if I've known I would have got ready and changed and ... wait why are you here again?" She asked. "Because of who I am as a fuckin person dammit." He avoided her eyes. "Am not the fucking type of jerk to make out with a girl and pretend it never happened. So I fucking decided that I'll take you out today. Cancel all your useless dumb plans and get fucking dressed." He blushed. She stared at him and smiled. "Okay okay do you wanna come in?" She blushed. He stared at her. He scrunched his eyebrows. "Fine, but hurry the fuck up." - Bakugou He sat down on the chair next to her desk while she went through her dresser. "So tell me Bakugou, since you aren't the guy to leave a girl hanging after a kiss, where do you usually take girls, where are we going, so I can decide what to wear?" She asked. His red eyes gleamed at her and crushed his teeth together. "Are you fucking serious? First off, I never fucking took a girl out! Second, you're the only fucking idiot I kissed. Am just fucking doing this because I don't kiss fucking easy bitches and play the game. You're the only one that ever caught my attention. You're different from other fucking bitches. " he yelled at her. Did she really fucking think I played the game. Am not a fucking player. Pisses me off. "To answer your question, we're going to do whatever the fuck I have planned already, so just dress fucking normal." He said avoiding her gaze. Am his first kiss? Well he also took my first kiss. I never went on a date before.. is this a date? "Sorry sorry am just nervous. I never had a guy kiss me before. And this is my first time going on a date with a guy as well.... just so we're in the right page. This is a date right?" She asked. She got her clothes and went to the bathroom changing into new clothes. "What the fuck do you think? Of course this is a fucking date. Don't you fucking think about backing out. Cause am not fucking having it." He yelled. "My bad my bad. Alright am ready.. I guess." She messed with her fingers. "Fucking finally!" - Bakugou They began walking and Uraraka found out they were going to the park. It was awkward. No one was talking and she began nervously looking around. He sighed. "Look I know you fucking have feelings for Deku, but give me a fucking chance here." He said out of nowhere. "W-what are you taking about. Bakugou!" She rose her voice. He stopped in his tracks. Shocked he rose her voice at him. "Am not that kind of girl, that would think of another guy, when on a date with a different guy. That's not right and it's unfair for you." She whispered. "I admit, at first I had a small crush on Deku, but it's was out of admiration. But he is my best friend and I chose to throw away feelings for him, as I noticed I wanted to get stronger, not in his shadows. To add to that.... ever since the sports festival.. I had a crush on you." She looked down blushing. He stared at her with disbelief. "How do you expect me to believe that. All I remember is beating you up. Aren't you mad at me for hurting you and making you lose. How the fuck did you develop a crush on me because of those reasons." He spoke. "You took me seriously. You battled me just like you would others. Never lowered your guard or power. Other people would just see me as careless,short Uraraka and immediately think of me as a fragile weak girl, incapable of fighting. I like that about you. The way you approach a battle with confidence and power. Ever since our fight, I began wanting to get better. I started training more by myself and now I can't wait to.. I want to... I want to.. kick ass too." She blushed and covered her eyes with her hands. Her rosy cheeks puffed out. "Why the fuck do fucking idiots call you fragile. You're fucking dangerous floaty. Right when someone is within your grasp... it's basically game over. Really there is limitless scenarios that can happen to a defeated enemy. You don't even have to fucking touch them too.. there is the fucking battle ground to your disposal. So why the fuck would I go easy on you? Cause your a fucking cute girl? Fuck that shit. Even angels can be deadly. " he said. He then opened his eyes wide in shock. Realizing what he called her out load. Fuck this is embarrassing. How the hell am I supposed to look at her. He is the only guy to ever call me dangerous and not fragile. "Umm why don't we keep walking Bakugou! Am curious to how you planned today. Tee hee maybe if your lucky I'll let you walk next to me!" She joked. "The fuck! If am lucky? You think am not worthy or some shit. Am the fucking best! Come on let's fucking go already." He said. Suddenly he grabbed her left hand. She was shocked and her arm began going up. Oh no she thought. "Angel face... FUCKING PUT ME DOWN BITCH. DO YOU FUCKING WANT TO DIE. ARE YOU SERIOUS USING YOUR FUCKING QUIRK ON ME. ALL I DID WAS HOLD YOUR HAND. LET ME DOWN NOW!" He yelled. "Sorry! AM SO SORRY. I DIDNT MEAN IT REALLY. SOMETIMES WHEN AM NERVOUS OR SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME UNEXPECTED. MY QUIRK ACTIVATES!" She explained truthfully and trying to calm him down. She touches her fingers together and he lands on the ground. He glares at her with a murderous look. After staring at her for awhile. He calmed down (which is surprising) and said,"Okay I get it. Don't you fucking tell anyone this but I have the same problem. SHUT THE FUCK UP OKAY. Sometimes when something happens to me and I don't expect it, my quirk activates." He blushed. She looked at him in relief and suddenly grabbed his hand. He didn't expect that. "What the fuck did I say? It's fucking dangerous to fucking get me by surprise floaty. I could have fucking hurt you!" He yelled. "But you didn't." She smiled. "I trust you Kacchan." He blushed when he said his nickname. And had a warm feeling in his chest when she said she trusted him. Also. The fact that her soft,warm hand was holding his. Made his stomach go crazy. I fucking like this man. I can get used to this. Used to being with her. Their evening just began and he can't wait to spend it with her. Not that he would admit it though. He gripped her hand harder and lead the way to their destination. He bought her and him ice cream from a local vendor and they found a shaded spot of grass underneath a tree. They began just talking. Talking about each other's families and reasons why they want to become heroes. Who were their inspirations and what was their favorite foods and colors. They talked for awhile, learning new things about each other. Uraraka must admit. She never knew all this stuff about him. Frankly she never believed that he would let her know him. She likes this. She than noticed how calm he looked. His face was relaxed and his voice was calm and refreshing. He began to slip in a smile or two. He looks so attractive! She thought. She chose not to comment on it. In fear he would get angry. She noticed how he looked at her. Like she was his entire center of attention. His jewel or treasure. He had a wanting and caring look in his red eyes. This was a side of him she never knew he had. He began asking her about her quirk and some tips she should try to improve on. He than offered to help her train. She looked at him and smiled. She was happy about his offer to help her train. She immediately agrees and thanks him. She asks him about his quirk and he talked to her about how careful he had to be on an everyday basis. Her hand accidentally touched his hand on the ground. She was sitting so close to him. Than she began remembering what happened the previous night. Her touching his body and teasing him by flirting. Her face heated up. Did I really just act and did that stuff to him yesterday. Am so embarrassed. Why did I jut realize my actions to him yesterday right now. Oh my god! She looked away from him. "What's wrong Angel face?" He said. Avoid the topic. Avoid the topic!! She thought. "Why do you call me Angel face? You never answered my question." She changed the topic. "Well I just fucking thought it was obvious and wasn't no need to tell you why.... cause your beautiful. Like an angel." He whispered. He gulped. Waiting for her answer. Say something dammit. You're getting me fucking nervous. You don't even know what you do to me floaty. He thought. "Why don't you call me Uraraka? She questions "Cause you were always hanging out with Deku...it fucking bothered the fuck out of me so I didn't bother to know your name. All I know that you looked beautiful. Like an angel so that's what I decided to call you. When I heard a person named Uraraka was going to fight me at the sports festival I was wondering who it was. Then I realized it was you. I don't fucking know. You just fucking look like an angel. " he said. She looked at him and came closer to him. She missed touching him. He lowered his head to look at her and she placed her left hand on his cheek. She moved her fingers to feel his sharp jawline. And breezed over the skin on his cheeks. He didn't expect that. But he didn't want it to stop. He let her touch him. Waiting on her next move. "I think you're a handsome guy Bakugou. Who would have thought the class hothead could be such a teddy bear." She giggled. He looked so calm and vulnerable.... that was till her teddy bear comment. He scrunched his eyebrows and grinned,"Am not a fucking teddy bear Uraraka." He sternly said. Regardless of her comment he still loved the feeling of her hand on his cheek. He finally said my name. She leaned in closer to his lips and kissed him. She put both hands on his cheeks and began kissing him. He automatically wrapped his arms around her waist. Kissing her back. "You're such a softy around me though" she gasped between the kisses. "Don't push your fucking luck." He said and went back to kissing her. She is right though. I do act differently with her. She makes me calm. Fuck. Hope those fucking shitty classmates don't notice.

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