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dyaz-stories · 5 years

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Happy Birthday Mr President

A one-shot for the one and only LoVe couple, or Logan Echolls&Veronica Mars, for Veronica Mars. First time writing for the fandom, set during season 3 :)

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Veronica didn’t really have a plan when she went to visit Logan at the Neptune Grand. Which was probably a normal thing, actually. You’re not supposed to always have everything prepared, you’re not supposed to have a precise outline of everything bad that can happen to you, you’re not supposed to look for places where you can see without being seen when you walk into a room, and you’re definitely not supposed to check the windows for angles at which you could be seen by, say, a private detective.

Which was why, if she had thought about it, or even noticed her own behavior, Veronica would have guessed immediately that she wasn’t normal. Not that she would have cared, but she would have realized it, at least.

What she did realize, though, was that there was something really… relaxing about being with Logan. She didn’t connect it to all the things she didn’t have to worry about when she was with him, but she could still appreciate it. He was her island of peace in a chaotic life, her happiness, a place where she knew she could let everything go.

If you had told her just two years ago that she would ever define Logan Echolls as her “island of peace”, she would have laughed — and then, for good measure, she would probably have found something very petty to do to you. Not mean, because that wouldn’t deserve mean, but she would definitely have figured something out.

That being said, the second she saw Jeff Rather walking towards her boyfriend’s room, the gears started turning in her head again.

It wasn’t an elaborate plan, in fact she could come up with seven of these before breakfast, but she wouldn’t say no to the cerebral activity.

“Heyyy, Jeff!” she greeted him with an unnatural cheer that had him recoiling. “Is that for Logan?”

He looked down at the trolley he was pushing, then sighed deeply.

“It is.”

“Great! So would you mind letting me deliver it?”

He sized her up for a moment. In fact, he would mind, because he hated the idea of doing anything that would please her. As far as he was concerned, Veronica Mars was a demon, and he just needed to prove it. Her fake smile fell while he was staring at her.

“…Or do you really want me to make your life miserable that hard?”

It took him a few more seconds to weigh his options, before deciding that no, it wasn’t worth angering her just so she would be annoyed he hadn’t let her deliver her boyfriend’s food.

In fact, one could even say it was rather ridiculous it had taken him that long to make his decision.

“Fine, Mars,” he replied, rolling his eyes and extending his hand.

When she blinked at him, he rose an eyebrow, and Veronica shook her head, looking in her purse. That rat. If she hadn’t known exactly the feeling of not getting tipped for your work, she would have left him standing there. But apparently, she couldn’t see herself doing that now.

Damn, maybe Weevil was right. She was getting soft.

The exchange made, she pushed the trolley for the last few meters, and swiped the card Logan had given her to open the room, then slipped it into her back pocket. She actually had it on her at most times, and though she tended to think it was sentimental and somewhat ridiculous, she couldn’t help the comfort it gave her. It just made her happy in the simplest of ways, and no matter how sentimental that was, it wasn’t something she could deny herself.

“Room-service!” she called out.

Logan’s head jerked up and he stared at her, mouth gaping, for a few moments from the couch.

“Veronica?”

“Surprise!”

Then there it was. That bright smile that reached his eyes, the one she only saw when she caught him off-guard. It happened more and more often, probably because he was lowering his guard around her more than around anyone else, but it was a sight she didn’t think she would ever get tired of.

In a few long strides, he was towering over her, the smile not completely gone yet, and he was leaning towards her, something she had had to get used to since dating someone who just had to be that tall.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” he said with maybe just a hint of shyness. He didn’t necessarily say it out loud, but he loved it when she used the card he’d given her.

“You’re not too familiar with the concept of a surprise, are you?” Veronica teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to peck his mouth lightly.

He snorted at that, but soon followed her mouth to kiss her again, properly this time, and for one second, Veronica just let herself go. She let herself feel his hand delicately cradling her face, let herself enjoy the feeling of his mouth, soft against hers, let herself appreciate the warmth of his body. Let herself enjoy him.

Then she stepped back, eyeing the trolley with curiosity.

“So. What are we eating?”

He let his hands fall. He should have known — it couldn’t possibly be that easy to have Veronica’s undivided attention, of course he would need to put some more effort into it.

“Want to order some more?” he offered while she revealed french fries and a steak.

She grinned, grabbing a few fries. “No thanks. What’s a boyfriend for if I can’t even steal his food?”

He chuckled lightly at her antics. He was so whipped.

Then ordered more fries.

By the time he was done, she was sitting on the couch, eyes on the TV. Looked like he would either need some good persuasion or just to wait a little longer before he could have her all for himself. But she looked taken in by the movie, and, well, an evening by her side, in any way, was still infinitely better than any other evening plans that didn’t involve her, so he decided he could settle for that, and he took his place by her side.

A couple of hours later, his arm had slipped from around her shoulders to her waist, and she was half-laying on top of him. They both enjoyed everything they could get that way. The proximity, the comfort of being together, that never got old.

Still, the third time Logan noticed Veronica glancing down at her watch (it was actually the sixth), he couldn’t help but ask “Gotta go soon?”

She looked up at him, arching her back against him to achieve that angle.

“Are you trying to throw me out without even giving me some ‘but baby it’s cold outside’?” she protested, grinning. “No. My dad isn’t going to worry or anything.” As for why, she wanted him to have plausible deniability, so she couldn’t expand on that.

“So what then?” he questioned her. “Am I boring you? Because I promise I can make this a lot more entertaining…”

She laughed, and in only a few seconds, she was sitting in his lap, her fingers running softly on the nape of his neck and in his hair.

“Well…“ Another look at her watch, and this time, she smiled widely. Finally. She leaned in until her lips were brushing against his without quite touching. “Happy birthday,” she whispered before kissing him softly.

Instinctively, his hands closed around her waist and he pulled her closer, his brain much slower to process her words than his body.

“You remembered,” he mumbled, emotion obvious in his voice.

She shook her head with amusement, but there was no mockery in her voice when she replied “Of course I remembered.”

Birthdays had never been Logan’s favorites. As a child, his mother would always organize the most outrageous parties, but those were never really about him — it was about money, about power, and about her, and even then he had been able to understand that to a degree. Later, she had stopped doing that, and he had spent his birthdays as almost normal days. There had been the time when he was with Lilly, of course. They’d been broken up on his birthday though, so they hadn’t done anything, but she had given him an expensive watch when they had gotten back together, so at least she had thought of him, right?

Still, it had been quite some time since someone had actually wished him a happy birthday, on the right date and all.

“So does that make you my gift?” he teased, his hands already slipping under her shirt, ready and willing to unwrap.

“I mean I can be, I know I’m a constant pleasure after all,” she grinned, “but it’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

Oh, and she had gotten him a present. He knew there was a reason he liked her that much.

Not that she had to. He would have been happy with having her there, he would have been happy with her being here and forgetting his birthday, he would have been happy with a text, he would have been happy with nothing at all as long as she was in his life.

But since she was there, he crossed his fingers behind his head in a false display of calmness while he watched her pull out a crumpled package from her pocket and hand it to him. For one second, he stood still, and then, with a childish enthusiasm that he knew would make her laugh, he tore the package to pull out a small chain.

“So, my first idea was to give you a key,” she started rambling, feeling unusually nervous as he let it run through his fingers, “but my dad would kill you if he saw you in the house and didn’t know you were there, and I happen to like having you around, so I couldn’t do that. Then I…”

”Veronica,” he interrupted her. “It’s great.”

It wasn’t anything too fancy really, just a silver chain with a triangular pendant, which he guessed was meant to represent Mars Investigations’ logo, but it was perfect.

He would probably have thought anything coming from her was perfect, but he truly appreciated this. It would always remind him of her, but it was discreet enough that he could see himself wearing it without giving him too much thought.

Though he would have worn something if it had “Belongs to Veronica Mars” engraved in it as well.

“You like it?” she asked softly.

“Put it on?” he simply replied.

She smiled as she took the necklace from him then reached behind his head to attach it. Once it was done, she kissed his cheek softly. She wanted to tell him she knew it wasn’t much, that she knew he was probably used to better, that if he didn’t like it, he should tell her, but he looked so genuinely happy that there was nothing she could find in herself to say.

There was a moment of silence while she looked into his eyes, where she saw herself and only herself reflected. It felt like she could see so much of him just then, so much gratitude, and perhaps most importantly, how much he cared for her. Her breath caught in her throat.

Next thing she knew, he’d pushed her on the couch, and he was laying on top of her, pulling on her shirt.

“I have a second present to open, right?” he said with a serious tone.

Veronica laughed then pretended to sigh, her attitude immediately refuted by her legs locking around his waist.

“Do your worst.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

With a grin, he kissed her, hastily trying to undress her while she attempted to take off his shirt in the same movement. They were both a little breathless, both almost in desperate need of the other.

Happy birthday to me, Logan thought to himself once he had managed to throw her shirt on the side, allowing himself to enjoy the view for a second, before leaning towards her yet again, thoroughly decided to enjoy his present.

#veronica mars #logan echolls #LoVe #logan x veronica #my writing

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spartan2545 · 5 years

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A Snow and Color Blind Date

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Ilia X Winter

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Summary: Ilia hasn’t had mush luck with the ladies. None actually. So Neptune sets her up on a blind date. She is in for a surprise by who her date is.

"Thanks for driving me Neptune"

"Not a problem," That stupidly confident grin he perpetually wore growing a bit wider, "After all, if I didn't there is no way you would ever have actually gone on this blind date that I worked so hard to set up for you."

"I would too!" Ilia protested, sounding more like a child than she would have liked.

It was not a complete lie. She probably, possibly might have not chickened out again. Sure, it had been a while since she had gotten a date, and she had never really been in a relationship, but that didn't mean she would run at the first opportunity instead of making a fool of herself in front of an attractive woman. Definitely not.

"Sure you would Ils," His smile had only grown more.

Okay, yeah, fine I probably wouldn't have. But you'll never get to know that.

Though sometimes he made her not want to admit it, Ilia was very grateful to have a friend like Neptune. He had backed off immediately after learning he was barking up the wrong tree on their first meeting. And despite Ilia's initial misgivings, after talking they hit it off better than anyone had expected and became fast friends.

Neptune quickly took it upon himself to become the wingman of the very clearly in distress chameleon girl. His success was somewhat limited. But he counted it as a win when ever he even got Ilia to just talk to a girl in a night, even if it rarely when anywhere further. Never went any further. . .

Just those small things really did help Ilia though. It had been hard getting over Blake after having that crush for so long, though she was very happy for her friend having found that fiery blonde that made her happy. Ilia knew it had also helped her self confidence, and although it still left much to be desired, it was a whole lot higher than the exactly zero it was before.

Talking to hot women was still an issue though.

So this was probably going to be as well.

"Alright, we're here." Neptune announced, pulling Ilia from her internal fears to face very external ones.

Ilia took a breath, "This is it," She said just barely not quietly enough to herself.

Neptune looked to his passenger, "Ilia, you are going to do fine. You're a great person, you're kind and smart. Not to mention pretty attractive. So, anyone would be lucky to date you," And with a trademark wink, "If you weren't gay I know I would."

His reassurance always helped at least a little. Even his joking flirts, now standard banter between them, were quite welcome.

"That's not a very high bar Neptune. You would date a table if it had nice legs."

They shared a laugh before Ilia was once again quickly just about overcome by her worry. She looked down at the burgundy dress she was wearing.

Will they even think I'm attractive? Probably not, I-

Neptune put a hand on her shoulder and unlocked the car door, "Knock 'em dead Ms. Rainbow. I'll be around to pick you up, depending on how well the date goes." He gave her another wink as she full-body blushed as usual.

"Thanks again." Ilia said as she stepped out of the neon blue mustang. A car that would be outrageous for anyone but Neptune.

"You can thank me after your date." Neptune yelled as he pulled away.

Ilia turned towards the restaurant, now realizing she was so wrapped up in her own head she hadn't even looked at it before. It was dark inside, not that it quite looked closed, but that the entire thing was even darker than it would have been with mood lighting. And there were only a few cars in the parking lot. It was a bit odd, she had been to The Ice Snake before and it had never been like this.

She slowly made her way towards the main entrance. Her anxiety building with every single step. Ilia took a deep breath as she opened the door.

And it only skyrocketed when she saw that no one else was in the restaurant. Literally every single table and chair was empty. No waiters were running about, and no one there to seat her.

But it still didn't look closed. The furniture and accouterments weren't put away and she could see two rooms that were better lit, one she knew to be the kitchen. The other, a back room she had always assumed was exclusively for very special (and very expensive) occasions.

Ilia inched towards that back room, more anxiety building along the way. From its direction she heard an odd sound. If she had to guess, it was much like trying to kick open a door with a boot. A sound she was familiar with considering her previous career path. It really didn't concern her though.

The prospect of meeting her date and all the horrible situations she could make a fool of herself continued to run rampant in her mind.

And she was half way there before she broke.

I don't need a date, I have enough in my life as it is.

The faunus hurried back to the glass doors she had just come through.

I'll just tell Neptune they were a no show! I don't live that far away, six miles isn't too bad.

When she got there she pushed against the door, but it wouldn't budge. Ilia looked down at the mechanism and saw that it had been locked.

Why is it locked from the outside?!

She looked up, only to see Neptune on the other side of the glass. He shook his head and pointed towards the back room, clearly having foresaw this eventuality and having stayed to prevent it.

Ilia sighed and did as she was told, seeing no other option. She tried to stay confident as she once again approached the back room.

How bad could it be?

She got closer.

Like who could it be that would be that bad?

She got closer.

It's not like she's going to be incredibly gorgeous.

She got closer still.

Or I already know her or anything,

She was just able to look inside when:

It's not like she's. . . Holy Shit!

Sitting in that back room, at a fully set table clearly only meant for two, was someone whom she knew. Who she had worked with before. Someone who she could almost count as a friend. And someone who she thought was exceptionally out of her league.

It was Winter Schnee.

The dashing, graceful, gorgeous Winter Schnee.

Ilia had heard people, notably Ruby's uncle, describe Winter as cold. But Ilia believed that she was exactly the opposite.

She was wearing a beautiful gradient blue dress, a slit up at least one side showing legs that made it hard for Ilia to think. Well, pretty much everything about Winter made it hard for Ilia to think. It was a good thing the dress had a shallow neckline.

Winter was staring at her scroll, apparently annoyed and sending a text. She hadn't seen Ilia yet. She was wearing boots.

So the chameleon girl bolted to a side entrance, hoping that maybe Neptune wasn't at that one. And of course, she found it locked too.

Only when she looked up this time, it was Sun.

Sun, like his partner, was something of a nearly full time wingman. Though his responsibility was sorting out the mess that was team RWBY. You'd think that having an ancient immortal wizard play matchmaker would have made things easier.

Like Neptune before, he shook his head and pointed to the back room. Ilia surmised he was probably here to do the same job for Winter as Neptune was for her. She put her hands together and bagged silently through the glass, but to no avail. Ilia guessed that only worked on him when you had cute cat ears to fold back.

Again she sighed and went back to the room.

Ilia stole a glance at the other side entrance, to see if maybe with only the two of them it was unguarded. But even in the twilight she could see a blazing gold mane watching from outside.

I guess they gotten Yang to help.

For a moment she gazed at the skylight, wondering if that was a possible escape route, only to see she thought might be a silhouette. It would have to be a very tall woman with a ponytail.

There really was no way out of this.

For what would definitely be the last time, Ilia approached the doorway and took a breath.

You can do this. You can do this. And no matter what, Winter's nice so it won't be bad.

She walked in.

"Ilia?" Winter asked, clearly somewhat surprised by who her date was as well.

"H-hey Winter," Ilia tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice as she stood stupidly, unsure of what action to take next.

"Uh- Please sit Ilia," Winter said gesturing to the other end of the candle lit table, fearful that Ilia's actions were due to her greeting being rude. "I have to say I wasn't expecting you. Though I don't know what I was expecting."

"Completely blind date for you too then?" Ilia asked

Winter sighed, "Yes. My sister and her team finally convinced me to go on a date. They set all of this up, they must have rented out the whole restaurant for the night."

"Neptune did it on my end. I saw Sun here too," Ilia commented, "Did you know they locked us in here?" She continues, a millisecond later realizing that the only way she would have known that was by trying to leave. Her blush was thankfully less noticeable in candle light.

Winter nervously laughed and cleared her throat "Ahem, Yes I did." She glanced to the rear of the room, where there was another exit. With a boot print still clearly visible. This time the Schnee blushed, her alabaster skin clearly going pink "I guess they rightfully trusted neither one of us."

They both laughed a bit, but then was a bit of an awkward silence.

Ilia thought of something to say, scrounge up as much courage as she could muster to spit it out. "W-well, I'm not unhappy about who my turned out to be. You look great by the way" Then came the fear waiting for the response.

Winter softly smiled, blushed a bit deeper, and only a little less nervously said, "T-tank you. I'm not either. You also beautiful tonight Ilia." She caused a similar reddening of her date.

"So. . ." Ilia picked up the menu in front of her "Do you know what you're having?"

"Well I'm certainly not going to have the pork." Winter stated, with what might have been a small amount of disgust.

"That's my favorite!" Ilia exclaimed, "May I ask why?" She then questioned.

"Just promise not to laugh at me," Ilia nodded, so Winter smiled and continued, "You see, the last mission I was on was mostly hunting Boarbatusks. . ."

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The food had been great, if a little different than they remembered. And the service was excellent, even if somehow the waiter always kept them from getting a good look at him.

It was a few hours of talking, joking, and enjoying each other's company before the pair left the restaurant, hand in hand and laughing.

All this without any alcohol too, as Winter didn't drink considering how well that had gone before in her family.

"I had a lovely time tonight Ilia." Winter said as they stood outside the main doors.

"I did too." Came Ilia's honest reply.

They both now looked somewhere other than the woman in front of them and started at the same time;

"I-"

"We-"

Now both were too nervous to say anything more after that false start. After a few seconds that felt like minutes they both looked up. Grey met blue, and despite each of their fears, they then realized in that moment they both wanted the same thing.

Ilia and Winter drew closer, feeling the other's breath on their skin.

They pulled each other into a kiss, not too long nor deep, it being their first after all. But enough that each was glowing afterwards.

"That was nice."

"We should do this again"

For a very brief they softly looked to each other, before being rather suddenly interrupted.

"Oh Yeah!"

"We did it!"

"Not so useless anymore!"

The pair looked to see Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Neptune, and Sun come out of the darkness from different guard positions around the building. All were clearly elated at their plan's success.

They heard a noise behind them, and looked to see Nora, Scarlet, and Sage come out from the restaurant, all looking like they had been in the kitchen the entire time. Ren came out close behind, and by how her was dressed, had apparently been their waiter. Then they saw Pyrrha and Jaune jump down from their perch on the roof beside the other members of JNPR. They all seemed to share their comrades' joy.

Winter and Ilia both blushed. It really had taken all these people to do this. But it worked.

Hope y’all liked it! I think this ship could be really cute, and I hope to see more of it. I hope this attempt at a date scene did them some justice :)

#ilia amitola #winter schnee #Atlas drop out #rwby #rwby fanfiction

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lost-in-a-hoodie · 7 years

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92 Questions

The lovely @musictherapy611 tagged me in this last night, so I’m finally getting to it!

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Crown Royal Apple Canadian Whisky

2. Phone call: My dad, maybe?

3. Text message: my mom

4. Song you listened to: whatever the Spiderman cast danced to

5. Time you cried: last night about this time

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: define “dated,” but yes

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes

8. Been cheated on: Yes

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: Mild Major Depression, baby!

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: not yet

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS:

12. white

13. blue

14. black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes

16. Fallen out of love: Nope

17. Laughed until you cried: Yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes

19. Met someone who changed you: yes

20. Found out who your friends are: hell yes

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: kissed my parents on the cheek?

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all but like two

23. Do you have any pets: a dog and cat at my mom’s, two cats at dad’s

24. Do you want to change your name: no, but I’m keeping my long-ass last name if/when I get married

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: went out to Chicken Coop and had wings, my brother made me a Supernatural fidget spinner, played for my high school’s graduation ceremony, started a daily vlog

26. What time did you wake up: 10ish

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping

28. Name something you can’t wait for: tomorrow is beach day!

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Friday

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: either skinnier or more confidence (working on the latter so I don’t have to care about the former)

31. What are you listening right now: silence, finally

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I have an uncle Tom

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: the three non-family members I’m vacationing with

34. Most visited Website: either Tumblr or YouTube

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME

35. Mole/s: Several. (And they’re beauty marks! -- ya not wrong, @musictherapy611)

36. Mark/s: Stretch marks and surgery scars

37. Childhood dream: being a writer

38. Hair colour: blonde

39. Long or short hair: long and hella curly

40. Do you have a crush on someone: I do. I hope they crush on me just as much.

41. What do you like about yourself: my boob size makes even my mom jealous. i work hard & do well in school

42. Piercings: ears

43. Blood type: O+

44. Nickname: Wiggy

45. Relationship status: ...single?

46. Zodiac: Gemini

47. Pronouns: She/Her

48. Favourite TV Show: Supernatural or Game of Thrones

49. Tattoos: Not yet!

50. Right or left hand: right

51. Surgery: cyst removal, wisdom teeth, colonoscopy

52. Hair dyed in different color: had the back panel done blue/purple, and purple/pink. soon I’ll do hidden rainbow

53. Sport: typing? I watch football with my dad

55. Vacation: On one right now. come visit me in Dewey!

56. Pair of trainers: Do Converse count?

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: nothing

58. Drinking: switching between Crown and generic Mountain Dew

59. I’m about to: vlog

61. Waiting for: anxiety to disappear

62. Want: to be happy

63. Get married: not sure

64. Career: full-time student, part-time tutor (fall/spring) and sales associate (summer)

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs

66. Lips or eyes: Eyes

67. Shorter or taller: taller (i’m short)

68. Older or younger: I mean, i’ve really only dated “older” people (like two months older)

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice boobs

71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive

72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship -- a long one, too

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: ugh, no.

75. Drank hard liquor: does whisky count? or Irish Cream? (please don’t arrest me)

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i need glasses, but I have donated a pair to Posideon/Neptune.

77. Turned someone down: certainly

78. Sex in the first date: #virginlife

79. Broken someone’s heart: yeah, but he was a fuckboy

80. Had your heart broken: Yes, twice

81. Been arrested: nope

82. Cried when someone died: yes

83. Fallen for a friend: see answer #40

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: mostly

85. Miracles: i think so

86. Love at first sight: I really want to

87. Santa Claus: SANTA IS REAL. DON’T LIE

88. Kiss on the first date: no

89. Angels: Yes.

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: Hadley

91. Eye colour: Blue

92. Favourite movie: Probably an old Disney movie -- Mary Poppins

Be prepared! @rnutations, @hellafabhippie, and @satanic-cookie-bars

#me #writing #personal

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datingadviceonreddit · 6 years

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DEAR GOD GET READY FOR THIS LONG ASS SHIT STORM OF A STORY. TLDR. Does this go in r/Relationship? If you find yourself reading this, I am a girl who is in desperate need of help so I can fucking stop thinking about this crap and move on -_- Please give me your thoughts on the fucking situation that is driving me and my friends insane.DISCLAIMER: I curse a lot, and I am up to HERE raises hand up to neptune with the stress this shit has caused me. So disregard me as I release some pent up rage.OKAY. I believe both of us are in the same looks league so I won't even comment on that.Player 1: Guy, 29, caucasian, raised in southern GA. Let's call him Bill (no his name is not Bill). A musician. Omnivert, into videogames. Pisces. Bill has been single for 3 years and basically abstinent lol. NOT RELIGIOUS AT ALL. He has also been EVER SO SLOWLY healing and coming out of a depression of sorts. He also has minor anxiety issues. He has VERY high standards for almost everything, and loves 80's things.Player 2: Me, Girl, 24, caucasian hispanic, raised in Miami, FL. We'll call me Bitch becau- no... We'll call me Bear, because why the fuck not. A filmmaker/photographer. Omnivert, into videogames. Libra. I have always hung out with people older than me because I don't get along with the millenials my age -_- the're all focusing on partying while I'm trying to move forward with my career. Also I have been abused by several men (which scars to bear [get it]) so I'm very verbally forward with dudes about how I feel, but I also have mega anxiety for physical proximity.Setting: Atlanta, GAISSUE: Does my best friend like me? It's not issue if he does, BUT I just NEED to know. We have minor history and he has said no when I've asked but THE FUCKING WORLD tells me otherwise. Also, my gut tells me otherwise (sometimes), and I have no idea if I should be trying to get my flirt on or just leaving the poor kid alone because he hates me or something.Late 2015: We meet for a film project and I have this innate magnetic feeling towards him to be his friend. JUST FRIEND. Nothing more. We work on the film project and you know, it's cool. We good. We chill. Nothing interesting, nothing to see. Player 1: Single Player 2: Married in on/off state (private)Early 2016: We start hanging out WAY more. Like WAY more. And we become besties and work together on every project ever. Its' the best female/male bromance I ever did saw. Both gamers, both omniverts, both into adventures, both low self esteem, both idiots. IT'S WONDERFUL I TELL YOU. This time period bleeds into summer time too. Player 1: Single Player 2: My marriage finally collapses and we finally have the balls to separate publicly. Bill helps me a lot through this whole process.late Spring/Summer 2016: BEST. OF. FUCKING. FRIENDS. We hang out all the time and at this point everyone asks us if we're together. We get told what a cute couple we are (we deny all claims though). He calls me after work everyday and we sometimes fall asleep talking to each other. Equal conversation. His family tells me that "he's the happiest I've seen him in a long time". His sister calls me his "girlfriend not girlfriend". And I am totally okay with that because... I'm starting to like the guy. And I have slept in this dudes bed like 3-5 times at this point and we have not cuddles once. I have major anxiety for sleeping his bed because I have no idea what I'm supposed to do if he wants me to make any moves. Also, we promise each other to be honesty buddies for life. Also also, He goes to daytona for a weekend and then says he has no one to hang out with so... I got flight benefits, you want me to come? "Sure, why not". SO I fly there and we have a blasty blast. There's also this moment that we're out drinking and we go for a walk and this homeless guy approaches him for money, Bill tells him nah, then the homeless guy starts walking towards me and Bill steps inbetween me and the homeless guy (who is not even close) and he says "No, you don't need to talk to her, you talk to me" (fucking fell so hard deeper than I already was, right then and there) Player 1: Single Player 2: SingleDRAGON CON 2016: He goes out of his way to go buy my eyelash glue, literally OUT OF HIS WAY. Then at the con he eats a tootsie roll drug thing (I am a newb when it comes to that shit) and he's tripping. We hold hands the entire time (relationship hold, not "let's cross the street" hold). At one point he jumps in bed and opens his arms out to me to invite me to cuddle, and god damnit I fucking accept. So we cuddle in front of the majority of his friends. We take an uber to a far away restaurant and just lay on each other the whole time. Then we go to my place and go to bed and don't cuddle sadness. That was saturday night into sunday morning.SEPTEMBER 2016: The week after Dragon Con we barely talked. Then I fly somewhere for something and when I'm flying back he texts me that he doesn't want to ruin our friendship because of his feelings of loneliness. And I'm like WOAH BRO, YOU WON'T RUIN ANYTHING. WANNA TALK IN PERSON? NEED HUGS? And he's like Come over and jump in bed, lets cuddle (or w.e. the fuck he said, the jump into bed part is accurate though). SO. My plane lands and I fucking take a FORTY FUCKING FUCK FACE DOLLAR uber to his house. I go to his room and jump in bed and we had the most AWKWARD cuddle in the fucking world. Why? Because part of me did not want to cuddle him because I was so fucking confused. And then because he was no longer drunk -_- (fuck you Bill... fuck. you.) Later that day he is very angry. And I mean, VERY. ANGRY. We got out and eat food, his friend ends up being our waiter and asks if I'm his girlfriend and he very aggressively says "no". And then after that day he stopped talking to me. HE JUST STOPS. Motherfucking Bill does not talk to me at all. I then get him to respond to me and he says he doesn't want to be friends anymore and he needs a break from "all this" (WHAT THE FUCKFACE IS "ALL THIS?!?!"). So I try to give him space but HOLY SHIT WE WERE JUST BEST FRIENDS AND NOW I AM SO FUCK NUGGET CONFUSED WHAT THE BITCH MADE FUCK?????? So I ask for a solid reason as to why it's happening and I could not get a solid answer. At all. To this day, I'm still not sure what the fuck that was. But anywho, he says he doesn't know if he'll ever want to be my friend BUT if there's an emergency and I ever need him, that he'd be there for me.FAST THE FUCK FORWARD to the week before my Birthday party (oct 1). It's friday, it's late, like 11pm late. I go outside for a phonecall and my phone starts dying. I walk back to my apartment door and it's locked. I call my roommates, no answer. (I later find out that my roommates had left and locked me out). So I have no keys, no wallet, a dying phone, and it's late on a friday night. WHADOIDO?!?! I start calling people to see if they can pick me up so I can crash with them. LITERALLY NO ONE CAN. I get to the point of using tinder and asking my ex. But before I go that route I'm like... you know what, Bill said he would be there for me if I really needed, I'm calling him (i knew he would not want me to have resorted to my ex so I thought this was logical). I call his beautiful ass up (and I mean beautiful) and his friend answers (oh so it IS just me that you needed a break from you dick twat). I explain the situation to his friend (lets call him Matt). Matt: "Oh yeah, we'll come get you!" "Check with Bill first, I don't think he'll be cool with it" Matt: "What? Ofcourse he'll be cool with it" "Wanna bet?" Matt: "Two dollars says he says yes" "Done. Now ask him" Matt asks Bill Bill: "Yeah, no. Not in the mood" (or w.e. his bitch ass said) Matt: "Bear, I am so sorry. I'm surprised. Good luck with your situation" "Yeah... thanks" And so I resort to tinder and ex -_- then end up sleeping at my community pool until the next day when my roommates get back. NEXT WEEK: I tell this mother fucker Bill that we need to talk. He calls me and says he doesn't want to talk to me and hes angry about it. And I tell him in the nicest way possible "fuck you". And I explain to him what an asshat he is and that I didn't do anything to deserve this treatment from him and that HOW DARE he tell me he'd be there for me and then he's just not. Fuck. You. Bill. And he fuckign apologized 0_0 and said I'm right. And then I told him he could come to my birthday party if he wanted to, and that I would like him to and he said that he didn't know but he'd try. BIRTHDAY PARTY: He showed up with his brother and sister and friends. All in one car. It was so nice seeing him again and knowing we were okay. God. what a fucking relief he was done being a dumb ass.Have you made it this far? Take a break, pat yourself on the back, go grab some hydration. Thank you and I fucking love you you stranger. Player 1: Single Player 2: SingleLATE 2016: We start hanging out slowly, I take piano lessons with him because I want to and because it's a good way to reintroduce hanging out. I then meet someone that I actually have an interest for. Cool regular dude but the fact that I kinda like this guy is like "oh, I might pursue this". SO before making any moves, I ask Bill: Bear: "Hey, do you like me?" Bill: "What! Like romantically?" Bear: Yeah Bill: laughs uh NO. Bear: Yeah I was just checking, because, people have told me you do. Bill: Yeah no. Who? ----- I felt so fucking humiliated because of how he handled saying no. It was like he thought it was embarrassing to even think that he could like someone like me :( SO lower self esteem and now a fucking challenge to get over my feelings for Bill, I get into a relationship with random guy who we'll call... Homer. Homer and I end up dating for a while, Bill is ALL FOR IT. Says I need someone Homer him right now. So i fucking go for it dude. Like, full commitment dawg. I'm talking real intimate planning homie. And BOY DID THAT BACKFIRE. Player 1: Single Player 2: Single -> begins datingEARLY 2017: I eat furbies. Just kidding, making sure that you're still awake :D So me and Homer are living together per his request (SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT). And I cannot be myself around him because I'm high energy and he's like "you're too much" (fuck your dick ass face you bitch haired mother fucker). So I go crying to Bill who is now my freindtherapist and tell him that I cannot be myself with Homer and it's fucking killing me. Now Bill is like, oh nah, that dude right here brah? He's garbage brah. Get rid of him brah. You can't be with dat brah. (more or less) But I can't break up with Homer because if I do then I have to face my feelings of wanting to be with Bill and that is just WAY TOO MUCH FOR ME TO DEAL WITH AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE. Player 1: Single Player 2: In a relationshipSUMMER 2017: Homer and I are not doing too hot, at all. It's become apparent to many folks. But anywho. SO there's this event yeah. Where I'm presenting an award yeah. And I put on an amazingly sexy gorgeous dress yeah. And I invite Bill and my newest friend Keaton to attend the event with me since Homer will be out of town. Keaton is Homer's bestest friend (key info for the test at the end guys)(...just kidding)(this wont be on the test)(...just kidding, there is no test). So I look fucking fabulous. I mean... fucking. fabulous. Like, even my low self esteem was like DAY-UM BITCH. I asked Bill and Keaton if I looked good and Keaton responds with "Yeah you look great" and Bill just nods and he's like "yeah" (YOU SON OF A BITCH). So we go on our way to the event. At the event I get Kanye'd because why not hire a drunk host :D so I'm ultra bummed out and the 3 of us go downstairs to drank my sorrows away. Then I find out that the film I produced one an award and I wasn't there. FUCK.MY.LIFE. so then i'm like LETS GO TO THE BAR BOYS. But before that I have a "cry on shoulder moment" with Bill. SO, we call uber to go to bars and WELL YOU SEE... I WAS WEARING A BEAUTIFUL WHITE DRESS... SO... THE UBER DRIVER THOUGHT I HAD JUST GOTTEN MARRIED. To who? To Bill -_- (FFUUUUUUHHHH) And what does Keaton do when the driver starts asking questions? Driver: Woah, did ya'll just get married? Keaton: YES! MY TWO BEST BUDS, BILL AND BEAR, MADE THE LEAP! At this point, Bill and I look at each other and are like N-NNO-N-N-NO-NO-NO-NO, but Keaton is SO FUCKING LOUD, he overpowers us and eventually we just go with it. SO we start giving made up details and calling each other "babe" and "sweetie" and gay ass shit like that. We get to the bars and low and behold, we find out you can drink free by having just been married... so naturally WE MILK THIS SHIT OUT OF IT. We move our rings to the married side and he has his hand on my waist, holds my hand at one point. Gives me a back massage. My god, it's fucking great. And eventually we go home. Keaton loses his phone in the uber home and so when Bill and I go back to my place, we're trying to get n contact with the uber driver. So we're just chatting and Bill is about to leave so we hug good bye. As we hug... I have no idea why... but... I grow the biggest pair of balls... and say... Bear: Want to know something weird? Bill: Suuuure Bear: I have feelings for you Bill: silent I pull away from hug Bear: But you probably already knew that Bill smiles and he nods and he's like "yeah" and so we talk about it all. And here are the key take aways from everything he said: "I'm not going to lie, I've wanted to make out with you several times" "Tonight felt... natural. It was just so easy for us to be that way. It was comfortable" "Well you have a boyfriend so...." And eventually he goes home and we decide to talk about it sober.SOBER TALK #1 He tells me he has no feelings for me, that he cares about me as a friend and nothing more. He also tells me that everytime he was interested in me is because he was lonely. (oh Bill... YOU SACK OF SHEEP SHIT) And so I take all that in and let it process over the weekend. I then write him an email. Yes. A fucking email. Because I suck at communicating on the spot. And in this email I tell him MANY THINGS, one being "fuck you for using me" and the other being "I don't believe that you don't have any ounce of feelings for me, because you could have picked any girl but you chose me. (SIDENOTE, BILL IS VERY BEAUTIFUL AND CONSTANTLY HAS GIRLS WANTING HIM). So I email his ass and he reads it and we decide to have a second talk.SOBER TALK #2 He apologizes for using me and having led me on and that he'll be more careful with our friendship. And we completely skipped over the topic of him having any slight possible feelings for me or if he might ever. What evs. I'm so done with it all at that point (or was I?) Player 1: Single Player 2: In a relationshipDRAGON CON 2017: SO Homer gets obliteratingly drunk and violently pushes me (not the first time he got aggressive). But check this out. He pushed me, in front of the crew, including Bill. According to witnesses, both my feet went in the air. There was like a 3 second pause of silence and Bill fucking pushes Homer's ass out the hotel room and slams the door in his face. He then asks me if I'm okay and he is fucking LIVID BRO. I have never seen him in such a rage before O_O Player 1: Single Player 2: In a relatonshipFALL 2017: So dragon con drama dies down and I can no longer talk to Bill about my issues with Homer (yes I stayed with him) because Bill is fucking annoyed at me for staying with him. He thinks I'm dumb for staying (he's not wrong). So I find a new friendtherapist. Anywho, we continue our vague friendship where I feel like I have to hold back because what if I flirt with him, it'll make him uncomfortable and I don't want that. So now I feel like I can't be my full self around Billy Boy. Eventually I have my business trip to California with Homer BUT I break up with him the week before -_- so I'm not stuck on a trip with my ex. WONDERFUL. But when I told Bill, he was very happy for me and was proud I hadn't done anything stupid. Eventually Homer invites me to go to a Legend of Zelda Symphony of the Goddesses tour and I'm like FUCK.YES.DAWG. and he has two extra tickets so I invite Bill and his brother. When stranger Things 2 came out, we binge watched it friday night and saturday night. And that weekend was just so great. We just netflix and actually chilled And later when we talked about the weekend he told me "that is one of the nicest weekends I've had in a long time." CUZ WE'RE GOOD TOGETHER YOU TURD DICKZELDA SMYPHONY 2017: So Homer and I get there (I still live at his place with Keaton, I just sleep on the couch) and Bill is DRUNK. He invites me to his hair cut appointment the next day (we have the same hair dresser) and He starts talking to me about his weekend plans (which include a funeral and us watching Justice league together on Monday) and then how Monday me and him have our date. My face is like huwah? And he repeats it "yeah, we have our date!" buwuh? and I'm just like OO OH-KAY, YES. YES WE DO SIR. Concert starts, we watch the show, he keeps drinking. At this point I've never seen him this drunk before (it was quite amazing). After the show, I have to use the bathroom like the basic bitch I am. Bill says he's going to go look for his brother and homer who have disappeared. When I walk out I see him waiting for me in a corner and I'm like "what are you doing??" ANd he's like " I've been waiting for you this whole time. All these dudes were waiting for their girlfriends, one at a time they start leaving, and here I am waitng for you, WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG" and all I did was laugh because he's fucking hilarious drunk. I end up going home with Bill and his bro because I don't want to sleep on the couch and now that I'm single, I can sleep in Bill's bed again. SO, we're in the car and here's the conversation. Bill: Wow, I'm surprised at how well that went. Homer was very pleasant towards me. Brother: Why wouldn't he be pleasant towards you? Bear: Well- Bill: Oh, he's jealous of me and hers relationship. Bear: O_O HOMER WAS NEVER AT ANY POINT JEALOUS OF ME AND BILL. In fact, Homer LOVED Bill and always wanted me to invite him to places and he wanted to hang out from him and learn music from him. So that was just a lie .. Anywho, we go home and I sleep in this dudes bed and LET ME TELL YOU THE ANXIETY WAS SO FUCKING REAL. He has NEVER slept that close to me EVER. I could feel his arm and knee on my shoulder and leg (no boners guys, sorry :/ ). And I had no idea if I should try cuddling him or not because what if he's just drunk and doesn't realize it OR he's sober and just DOES NOT want that weird comfortableness of cuddling someone you're not into. So I do nothing except stay awake in anxiety till he wakes up the next day. And the only thing he says about the night before is "Man, I felt like I could take over the world last night, like nothing was in my way" and that was that.Monday: He invites his brother -_-THANKSGIVING 2017 (one week later): So I'm kind of sort of co-hosting with him but not really but I promised him I'd help with cleaning up and I'd bring mega food. By this point, we have a trip to NY planned (Mid January) and paid for...for... THE FUCKING FINAL FANTASY DISTANT WORLDS SYMPHONY AT CARNEGIE HALL, OH MY FUCK. We're talking about our plans (he invited his friend [guy, we'll call him Ron] so it was no longer going to be a potentially romantic trip sadness) and Bill says "Hey, let me know if you two want to go matching!" Ron is like "uhhh... no" as any normal guy would respond to that weird ass request. And then I say "uhm... Yeah sure." BECAUSE WHY NOT BEAR! WHY THE FUCK NUGGETS NOT. Bill and I go to his room later to look at his suit and see what I'm working with. And he says "If you find something else then I can try to find a different color shirt or tie". So we're fucking matching dude. Also, he play flirted with me for the FIRST TIME ever. Like Keaton noticed it too. Bill looked me directly in the eye.And now I'm here, visiting family in Miami, writing this fucking post because I'm so gay for this dude it's stupid. And I have been dress shopping and sending him the options and he is still going with us matching. ANYWHO here's where you the reader comes in...Answer these questions please and thankses: 1) DO YOU THINK HE'S INTO ME? 2) Should I ask him if he wants to kiss... 30 seconds before new years eve? 3) Should I try anything in NY? 4) Should I shut the fuck up, calm down and just fucking stop? 5) Should I just give up in him and I? If so, HOOOOWWWW??I REALLY don't want to make him uncomfortable but damn I can't keep holding back with this mystery. It's horrible. But he also seems like he's making sure we're not alone at any point in time... which I have no idea how to interpret.KEY FACTS: - Yes I feel that he is into me, SOMETIMES. Not always. But I get that urgle gurgle feeling from him sometimes. - He still does cute things like buy me my favorite junk food at the gas station. - We have NEVER kissed - We get each other on some surreal ass level, it's weird. - Yes we are idiots - Yes this is a TLDRIf you actually read everything... YOU'RE AMAZING AND THANK YOU!! If you didn't... Then good for you for not wasting your time! via /r/dating_advice

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