#But remember. The guy who claims to understand but doesn't is more stupid than the one who asks for clarification (?

[violetarks]

your stupid face makes me insane!

game: danganronpa 2: goodbye despair

character: kuzuryu fuyuhiko

summary: fuyuhiko is beginning to like you instead of just tolerate you, and this discovery changes his world.

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, mx used, second person pov, short fic for a short guy

it was when you were so excited about a test result you got and engulfed fuyuhiko in a tight hug, that the guy began to notice the changes in his attitude towards you. his hand rested on your back, chuckling as you cheered for yourself.

"a perfect score! 'hiko, i got a perfect score!" you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck in great surprise. he nearly stumbled back by your power, catching himself against his desk. "i can't believe it!"

"get the hell off me. why are you clinging to me?" he huffs, patting your back. your warmth was so inviting.

"because you helped me stay on top of my work." you claim, pulling back just enough to see his face. your hands lay on his shoulders as you smile wide. "you dropped off the assignments to my house, remember?"

"y—yeah? well it doesn't mean shit..." he mutters, turning away. truthfully, he never did that himself. the teacher knew that he lived the closest to you and asked him to do it. but he just got one of his lesser-threatening lackies to drop them off.

when you pull away, he almost misses it. but he tries to not convey it, wondering if peko noticed it. hopefully she hadn't, he wouldn't hear the end of it.

"i've gotta' get home and tell my parents." you say, grabbing your bag from your desk. you pass him, waving 'goodbye' to your friend. "i'll see you tomorrow, fuyuhiko!"

as he waves back at you, he leans against his desk, smiling at himself at little. you were so lively that it made him feel excited for you. it was a well-deserved score, that's for sure. but when he realises that his heart is beating faster than before, he becomes worried. did... you do this? did you make him feel this way?

the thought of you made his face burn even more, making him feel his cheek. luckily the rest of the class was too busy discussing their own scores to notice (except for peko for obvious reasons). when he feels his chest, his heart beating quickly, he understands.

perhaps you've become so close to him that he hadn't noticed it before. the way your laugh emits a smile from him, or how when you hold his hand for even a second, he finds himself missing the warmth not even a second after you let go. oh no... he's got it...

"fuck."

the next week is filled with nervous stares from fuyuhiko towards you. he's never realised how much you actually talk to the other students at school, but now he has. he didn't think about where you would be when you're not with him, but when he sees you speaking to some kid from the reserve classes, he feels a tinge of jealousy.

peko is quick to notice.

"are you alright, master?" she asks, safe in the privacy of their own secluded area. the other people around them were hurried into groups to discuss whatever they wanted or to eat their food together. no mind was paid to them. "are you worried for mx l/n?"

"what? no, don't do anything, peko, geez." he huffs out, leaning his chin in his palm. he watches the student you're with suddenly laugh at something you said, placing a hand on your shoulder as they double forward. "who is that? with y/n?"

peko raises her brows. "you are worried for them. have you grown fond of y/n?"

his cheeks say it all. blushing red and looking baffled, he glances at his bodyguard and scoffs, "no! they're... they're okay, whatever, fuck i don't know."

when did your smile become less annoying and more... attractive?

he hates how he now watches you, waiting for your smile to fall onto your face. your stupid face. why were you suddenly so pretty? his chest tightened at the sight of you suddenly bidding 'goodbye' to your little friend, and then spot him staring at you. you blink at the yakuza, who hurriedly ducks behind the hedges nearby, peko giving you a slight wave. you wave back at her, offering a grin as you make your way to class.

fuyuhiko holds his chest, breathing out slowly to calm himself.

"was... that really necessary?" peko sighs, tilting her head. she looks back at her master with a confused expression. "i don't know if you had noticed before, but mx l/n is not a threat to you. you are allowed to enjoy their company."

"ugh... whatever..." fuyuhiko grunts, standing up straight and fixing his uniform.

"please talk to them soon, if they believe something is wrong between you two then..." peko requests, fixing her sword on her back, "perhaps they will go off to hug someone else? you should tell them how you feel."

fuyuhiko glares at her, blushing profusely. she definitely saw his reaction back in the classroom last week...

but he does as she says, understanding his protector.

"oi. c'mere for a second." fuyuhiko calls out, pointing his eyes at you. you and your friends turn around to him, making the yakuza sigh and look away, a little embarrassed.

sonia, nekomaru, akane and kazuichi immediately turn to you.

"what?" you say to them, furrowed brows.

"obviously he's talking to you!" akane says, pushing you towards him, "we'll see you tomorrow!"

you wave at them as they exit the classroom. it was time to leave, and as the classroom empties out, it is just the two of you.

"what's wrong, 'hiko?" you question, leaning against the desk in front of him. he stands up straight, fixing his collar as you tilt your head at him. "where's peko?"

he had told her to wait with the driver at the front of the school, informing his bodyguard of his plan. to confess... today. to you.

"she's left already. uh, that doesn't matter." he says, shaking his head. you stare at his face, noticing how stressed he was. what was going on with him? he clears his throat, standing up straight with his short stature. his hip knocks against his desk. "i wanted to talk to you about—"

"fuyuhiko!" you gasp, moving closer to him. he freezes up, watching as you gently push him aside to look at his desk. "ah, your essay! you spent all of lunch finishing it!"

he follows your line of vision, seeing the juicebox he was drinking now spilt over, its contents all over his finished paper.

"f—fuck!" he swears, picking up his essay and trying to shake it dry. but it's futile. "god damnit... i can't catch a fucking break..."

"ah... this isn't good." you sigh, putting the drink in the trash. you grab the tissues from the teacher's desk and begin wiping up the mess. fuyuhiko feels so guilty; he messed up his assignment and now you're cleaning it up for him. you look back at fuyuhiko, gathering the soiled tissues. "hey... i can help you type it out again. i'm pretty fast on the keyboard. as long as you have your drafts?"

you're so nice to him that it makes him feel even more guilty. he's the leader of a dangerous gang... and you're the sweetest person he's ever met. how could he ruin your life?

he feels ashamed to have ever thought you and him could work out.

"no. shit... no, it's okay..." he responds, scrunching up his wet paper and throwing it out on the way to the exit. "sorry for wasting your time."

"'hiko? what were you—"

you get cut off as he slams the door. maybe he truly was pissed off about his paper?

peko notices his demeanour when he walks to the car. she decides against asking how the confession went.

fuyuhiko hates the two sides of the coin. he wanted to tell you, how much he likes you and how much he wants to be with you. he wants to tell you how much he admires you. but how could you ever accept his feelings, when you're an angel sent from heaven? you don't know how he feels about you, and it's like a race fuyuhiko can't stop running. he's willing to suffer, to love you without you knowing, even if it means that you will never date.

the next month is quiet for the two of you. fuyuhiko watches you from afar, admiring how you talk to the class and how you offer your help to everyone. he hates the differences between you two because you could never truly date, but... at the same time, that's why he had fallen for you. you're different from him and that makes it even better.

you notice his change in behaviour, how he takes different hallways to avoid you, and how he purposefully leaves the classroom as soon as possible just so you couldn't stop him. so when you finally corner him in the school garden, alone (you had bumped into peko who had went to the bathroom and asked her where he was), you know that this could be your only chance.

"what the hell do you want?" he asks coldly, looking down at his book. he has a leg over his knee and he leans back against the bench. he tries to hide his nerves, but his hands shake.

"what's up with you lately?" you ask, crossing your arms. you're pissed off. he glances at you quickly. "you've been avoiding me for weeks on end, no explanation? did... did i do something?"

when he stares at you, you know he's stumped. but he just turns his body away from you. "i don't fucking know, did you? leave me alone."

it's then that you've decided that you've had enough. why was he so... so annoying? with no explanation! you said that, right? you told him that? could he not tell that you were irritated with his attitude? you just couldn't understand how he could seemingly like your company one day, and then decide you're the plague the next!

in your frustration, you yank the book out of his hands and hold it up.

"the fuck? give it back, moron!" he scoffs, reaching to grab it from his position.

you hold it away from his reach, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back against the bench. his back hits the wood with an 'oof' and he stares at you, burning cheeks and glowing pink. you rest your hand on the bench right behind his shoulder, now towering over him.

"h—hey!" he stammers, getting redder and redder by the second.

"look at me. what did you want to tell me that day? in the classroom?" you say, looking determined. you were sick of playing games now, you needed to force it out of him. "remember? i want to hear it now."

"tch, you're... you suddenly grew a backbone or somethin'?" he huffs out, trying to look away but he can't seem to stray from your eyes, "it doesn't fucking matter anymore, that was ages ago."

"it matters, to me. was that the reason why you suddenly became so cold to me?" you ask, tilting your head at him.

he can't tell if you truly know and you are just teasing him now, or if you were actually curious. but he feels his heart racing at this point, he doesn't know if he can keep his frustration in.

"because—!" he begins, catching himself. his voice grows rougher, but you don't falter. "i just—ugh, you don't even..."

you watch him fail to collect his thoughts, making you grow a little sympathetic. you sigh, letting go of him and placing his book back into his hands. instead of leaving, you sit down beside him, close he notes, and face him.

"you can tell me, 'hiko. i'd never judge you." you state.

he knows that, he's damn sure you'd never judge anyone, but he needs to find some confidence. taking a deep breath, he closes his book and places it to the side, finally facing you. you begin to rest your expression.

"that day... i wanted to tell you about—about how i feel about you." he says, roughly putting his words together. you raise your brows. "listen, it's not like i want you to do anything 'bout it, but i—i really... really like you..."

your lips part slightly as you listen to him. fuyuhiko grows anxious at that.

"like i said, i don't expect a fucking thing! i just wanted to tell you, alright? you don't need to say a thing!" he huffs out, waving his hands, "i, uh, i'd really appreciate it if you just didn't tell—"

"i really really like you too, 'hiko." you respond, holding his hand now. he's frozen, suddenly closing his mouth to stop his rambling. you give a small smile at his reaction. "i won't tell anyone, trust me. i... i can't believe you ignored me for something like that, fuyuhiko. how silly."

"sh—shut up..." he says, clutching your hand as your chuckle, "i didn't wanna' tell you because we're so different."

"well, i like you because you're different, fuyuhiko. you live an exciting life and you always have something to say. it's never dull with you, and i love that." you admit to him, trying to calm him down a little. he offers a smile too, a little one but it's still present. you suddenly stand up, tugging him along with you. "c'mon. i'll treat you to lunch, okay?"

he sheepishly shrugs his shoulders. "whatever... i'm sorry."

"it's okay." you say, smiling softly. he still looks upset with what he's done, so you lean towards him and press a kiss to his freckled cheek. it grows warm beneath your lips, making you grin again. when you pull away, he drags a hand to cover his face. "you're so cute."

"shut your mouth!" he scowls, marching forward and holding your hand. he trudges along, you following behind in a fit of laughter. "you're the worst!"

he could never thank you enough for being how you are.

[shannonsketches]

Here's my unpopular opinion nobody asked for but I think about a lot: I don't see Goku and Chichi as a heavily romantic couple and I don't think that's a bad thing. (And my opinion doesn't have to be your thing, either! Ship how you want, follow your bliss) I am once again referring to the manga.

This is not me saying their love isn't valid or their relationship isn't real! Quite the opposite! It's me saying I do not think of their relationship as having a typical dynamic, and I'm charmed by that idea.

Disclaimer: As an aroaspec myself, I'm biased! And I also know plenty of queer people who don't have or want prototypical relationships. This isn't an essay to disprove anybody, it's just me thinking about ship dynamics out loud and why I think of them that way.

Anyway, if that's something that interests you, I've rambled about it under the cut

I've always read Chichi as fairly conservative (not in the US politics way, the normal meaning = (of dress or taste) sober and traditional) and extremely shy and naïve in matters of the heart and body. Goku (in the manga, at least) historically has no interest in sex or romance to the point that he doesn't register a difference between sexes and genders throughout Dragon Ball, while everyone around him is thirsty as hell.

I know it's a hot button issue that Goku claims to not kiss his wife/thinks kissing is Gross, but it's not really out of character for him (in the manga) -- especially if you add the lore that it's very very rare for a Saiyan to be affectionate. imo that gag of Goku thinking it's weird and Vegeta being embarrassed by thinking it's normal is great if you consider that Goku is only being weird by Earth standards. But between two full-blooded Planet Vegeta-born Saiyans, Vegeta "I Kiss My Wife Regularly" The Fourth is the weirdo in that conversation.

(There's also something to be said for the very steady, overarching plot that Goku and Vegeta are heading opposite directions in their growth; Vegeta (Saiyankind's #1 Guy) being increasingly happy and content with his life on Earth and Goku (Earth's #1 Guy) being increasingly restless on Earth and wanting to fight and explore like a traditional saiyan would -- but that's a different essay)

I'm getting off track bUT MY POINT HERE is that it's very reasonable to think that Chichi and Goku, two socially isolated and extremely innocent-minded people, don't have an overtly sexual or sensual relationship. Chichi's prone to upholding temperance and romanticizing ideas, and Goku likes sleeping piles but doesn't like being physically clung to or stifled, so it makes sense to me that they might have a more subdued bond.

It also makes sense to me that kissing on the mouth may just not be Goku's cup of tea (maybe he tried it and didn't like it! He's not alone! Plenty of people don't like the physical sensation of kissing. Doesn't mean they're immature or dumb, it's just not something they like).

If you consider that almost half of married women in Japan "aren't interested" in having sex (due to reasons like fatigue, childbirth/pregnancy risks and issues, and it being 'too much hassle'), and Goku being the way Goku is anyway, it makes sense to me that Goku and Chichi are more of a snuggle up couple than a kiss kiss bang bang couple.

Toriyama was also very vocally self-conscious about writing romance, and I think that reflects very highly in Goku's personality and disinterest. He is noted as saying (to a lot of upset fans, I remember when the interview came out) that Goku sees his family more like friends -- which, again, I really don't see as an issue, knowing Goku and who Goku's always been (in the manga). He's not stupid, he understands his wife is his wife, and his children are children he fathered, but Goku's never been one for traditional roles, and I don't know why so many people were shocked to learn that also applies to his family life (actually I do, it's because Toei bends over backwards to write Goku like a family man when he absolutely isn't, but that is also a separate essay, in which I will complain so much about how they try to dump all of Goku's flaws on Vegeta, who enjoys being a family man so much it gave him a massive identity crisis. There was a whole plot about it, Toei. You were there).

But also: Goku loves his friends, they're the reasons he fights as hard as he does. He's never understood or subscribed to social hierarchies, and I don't think it's shocking to know that extends to his own circle. Plus, the first blood relative he ever met kidnapped his kid, threatened his planet, and then tried to murder him. Goku's family has always lived in his friendships. I don't think it's insulting to say Goku views his wife and kids that way. It's the highest form of love someone can give, in his experience.

It would also really highlight again that he and Vegeta are foils, as it's generally implied (if not by Toriyama himself) that Vegeta and Bulma are a much more sexual/sensual couple -- potentially due to Bulma's long history of embracing herself as a Modern Woman, and Vegeta being raised in an advanced society. They also do not have that same lack of hierarchy, or feelings about friendship, that Goku does. Both of them are isolated in that they don't particularly like Other People, so they have a strong preference for each others' company. It's not a More or Less Valid dynamic, it's just a different dynamic.

ANYWAY! All this to say that, a lot of people feel that Goku not being particularly romantic/physical/sensual is a bad thing or a weird left-field take from Toriyama, but it's not if you've

Read the manga and

Had experience with AroAce/A-Spec people

Had experience with conservative/traditional people

It's really not that weird to assume Goku and Chichi really aren't very sexual/sensual as a couple, imo. They both have a sort of charming naïvety about modern society, they both have a preference for views that run along more innocent routes, and they both seem more interested in play than anything else (Goku with his sense of battle, and Chichi, an extremely talented martial artist herself, seems super fond of playing house as a wife and mother in the way she imagines it has to be -- despite her not having that experience growing up).

They're both, in their own way, indulging in their own fantasies of what life is like, because neither of them really notice or care about what the rest of the world is doing. And they're happy! Chichi's only unhappy when Goku's shenanigans rope Gohan into danger, or when he's been gone too long and the money is drying up, which seems to me like more of her playing house (The Husband Earns the Money, You See (even though her father also did not have a job and just hoarded treasure, and Bulma is living proof that women can be breadwinners)).

tldr: IMO Goku is par the course for a Saiyan, and Chichi's playing house with him. She's held onto an extremely romantic notion about him since she was like, 10 years old, after all, and she's still doki doki real bad for him 30+ years later. I've always imagined their relationship maintains a kind of sweet child-like innocence to it 99% of the time, and sex is a very rare occasion in that very small house.

Plus, low-libido people exist! It's okay to headcanon characters with kids as low-libido. It doesn't have to be a 'marriage is terrible' joke, or an 'i don't love my wife/husband' joke. It can just be a "We're a 'cuddle on the couch after a long day' couple" vibe. That's how I always imagine Goku and Chichi's dynamic and it's super cute to me idk.

They just remind me of kids playing two completely different games on the playground, together, and then holding hands on their way back to class. Couple of little weirdos. I like them a lot.

[sillyzombiedelusion]

To start with, Theon is a bad guy, but more importantly, a boring character. I actually stopped reading the books because of him (because the books were suddenly like, "here's what Theon's doing", and I was like, "the fuck? Who is that? I never heard that name before in my life. I better watch the TV show so I have faces to help me remember").

This doesn't make him a bad character, this means you personally weren't interested in him, which isn't a universal constant you can claim 💀

You could certainly do something with his split loyalties and bad decisions, but the TV show never made me interested. His choices never felt driven by his inner conflict, just by him being stupid and greedy.

So you didn't examine his character's nuance? Or the fact that someone being "stupid and greedy" doesn't make them uninteresting??

But then, and this is crucial, he has the worst redemption arc possible. First of all he kills two kids. We later learn that these kids were not actually the main characters we thought they were and the show treats it as if that made it okay, but no, it doesn't. And then he gets captured and horrifically tortured and mutilated and eventually gets released. Throughout this he barely makes any decision, nor does he ever give the impression that he might reconsider his actions. The show treats it as redemption, but he doesn't seem to have learned anything other than "Boltons are bad". The way he interacts with Sansa's storyline, portrayed as the hero even though he does almost nothing to actually help her, is particularly egregious.

I mean if you actually read the book you would have a better understanding of theon's character arc, but apparently you decided he was too boring 💀

I don't personally love theon's development throughout the show, but claiming that theon didn't show any remorse for his actions or help sansa is an unusual reach. He doesn't "make any decisions" except for, you know, killing miranda and deciding to help sansa escape winterfell. He's also... been tortured to the point that his mental state has almost completely detiorated.

(Not that Sansa's storyline was all that great to begin with, it took way too long for her to become a politician who proudly has her enemies murdered. That should have happened at least a year or two earlier.)

Not even gonna analyze this, this is just wrong.

Now you might say, isn't that literally the same exact redemption arc as Jaime, who is a great character who everybody loves? Yes, that is true, with one key difference: Jaime has charisma and charm, and he seems actually affected by what's happening to him. Not just in an "ouch ouwie ouch" way, but it genuinely makes him think and reconsider, and his relationship with Brienne is genuinely fun and interesting in a way that the few moments Sansa and Theon share absolutely aren't.

Once again this is your personal opinion and not a universal constant. Also you just admitted the thing huh 💀 "a redemption arc isn't valid unless I personally find the character charming" is really your whole argument here. Also, it's insane to me how you appear to be going almost completely off of show canon, but somehow insist that jaime is better than theon because he "actually changes".

Theon sucks. Theon deserved worse than what happened to him. Theon is boring, his redemption is completely unearned and also boring, and the pains and tribulations on his way to his redemption are also boring and annoying. I watched all of the last season and I still think Theon is my least favourite part of the show (mostly because there's no way to pretend that his story wasn't canon and doesn't count). Fuck Theon. Vote Zuko!

"I find this character boring so he is actually a horrible person and horribly written, and this cannot possibly just be my own personal opinion".

[growling]

Seeing all this Fubuki talk and man. It's so odd that she's seen as unintelligent at all. Like... she's literally just sheltered?? She's super willing to learn and she's very skilled at so many things

Like at first my opinion was just "Oh blue.s

I think it might also be the framing of the game itself/characters that made her pretty different in the eyes of the fans unlike Sonia.. It's been a while since I rewatched sdr2, but from what I remember whenever Sonia got something wrong or made an assumption the people around her just were kinda. Oddly understanding of it for a danganronpa cast, like they just went "oh i guess Sonia wouldn't know this because she's been living in a fucking castle". (and also because Sonia is also like. more "mature" than Fubuki and way less sheltered than she was. but they both got the fucking hostage backstory lmao). Fubuki on the other hand whenever she forgets or gets something wrong there is always some guy next to her that just says either "erm are you🥴🥴stupid🥴" or "thats WRONG the ffffffuck are you talking about" or "SHELTERED SKANK🫵🫵" like jesus christ get off her ass she's doing her best with what she has. Literally the only character she interacted with who wasn't so mean to her about it (and yes i'm counting thoughtcrimes. sorry Yuma) was Kurumi. Just further evidence of Kurumi's superiority

The fandom is probably Like That because of the game, but don't get me wrong they're still real fucking weird about it regardless like they have little to no excuse for that anymore. Some of what I was forced to read and hear with my very own brain about her that some of the fandom has just said has been WAY worse than whatever mdarc stated. Even when they claim to like her they can't stop with treating her like she's stupid (and treating being somehow less intelligent than others as something "bad" or a joke nearly every single time too cause of course) and infantilizing her at every opportunity. "Fubuki doesn't know what a romantic thought is lol" Fubuki also doesn't know Halara's exact phone number, but she's got it saved nonetheless, and right now she's calling them to sic them on you for that comment, and you better prepare.

Also. She's literally a master detective of the WDO like what do you people MEAN??

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 10 of Underline the Gold:

'No,' Anton said. 'I want to comfort you. But I also want to be clear that it's unfair of you to make it seem like my feelings are less because I've been with other omegas. I know you can't hhelp the jealousy, I know that, but you weaponise it to make it feel like what I'm giving to you now isn't real or meaningful. Did Vadim cheat on you?'  'Don't ask me that,' Flitmouse said. 'You can guess. Haven't I already said it before?' 'Did he?' The alpha persuasion was strong. Flitmouse sucked in a huge, awful breath. 'Yes.'  'I'm so sorry, Alois. I don't know how anyone could do that to you. Do you feel like me having partners in the past is the same?' 'Don't make me answer that. I know it's not.' 'I know, baby, you're really smart. But knowing something isn't like that, doesn't mean you don't feel the same way.'  Flitmouse didn't know he was going to cry about this. Didn't know this was something even worth crying about. His shoulders heaved in a weak sob, and Anton brought him closer, his knees drawing up protectively.  'Did he do it a lot?' Anton asked softly.  Flitmouse shrugged. 'I don't know what a lot means.' 'Okay. Um. Let me think. Well, if you ask me, once is too much. But let's say... did he start doing that early in the relationship? And with more than one person?'  Flitmouse wiped angrily at his face and nodded.  'Yeah?' Anton said, his voice sweet and soft. 'What a complete asshole. Hate that guy. That must've been really hard on you.'  'He started before he claimed me,' Flitmouse said brokenly. 'It was one of the things we fought about so badly at the beginning. And he... He... There was this time, oh, it's so stupid, Anton. But I found out he'd been cheating - this silly baby-faced omega who would have done anything for him - and I was going to leave him. I was packing my bags to leave him. So he claimed me. He bit me that day. Told me I couldn't leave. I had to- I had to learn my place. Had to learn an omega's place, you- you understand? I had to be made to learn. And he'd been so nice to me. He'd been so nice to me, for such a long time. It was the only thing for such a long time that I thought he did wrong, that he cheated, the only thing. I would have put up with it, I think I could have- Perhaps I could have, if he'd just apologised.' Flitmouse couldn't stop the crying now, his breaths coming in shaky jags, body shaking as he remembered one of the worst periods of his life that left him feeling dumb and dazed for two years after. Everything reforming around the claim on the back of his neck, and losing so many of his clients, because he vanished from social media for a few months.  'He'd been so nice,' Flitmouse sobbed. 'He had such a gentle smile, just for me. And he was so sweet, and he could be so...so tender. But you've met me, haven't you? I'm all- I'm all hard edges, and I make everyone else like that too.' 'Baby,' Anton said softly, sounding tortured. 

[swords-of-a-soilder]

I don't intent to go to war with anyone, but aweariness and I don't like being perspectived as a lair, in the end y'all can choose if I'm lying or not.

I will say this person was responding to my comments at the time so I genuinely believe they saw they were being called out and went and changed it

I know no one will be believe me on this because I was stupid enough not to take a screenshot but the person who made the original rumor has now changed it to the qsmp.co website.

Yes forever isn't listed as a member in the QSMP.co website

However that website isn't listed as a wiki, nor treated like one, it doesn't provide lore on the characters in fact for lore it tells you to go to their YouTube channel.

Clicking on forever if he was still on the QSMP.co site would take you to his twitch and twitter and given his last streams and current twitter fall out I wouldn't want anyone stumbling on that and getting a bad impression on my account so I understand it..

Is this an indication that QSMP admins are not on his side? Well I'd say it's as much an indicator as creators unfollowing him; so make that decision for yourself, I won't sway your judgment.

However one thing matters that's not what the post originally said, I'm all for changing your post as more information comes out but I feel this was done intentionally to cover up an attempt to spread misinformation Because of this comment.

yes I censored to protect their identity, but I do have uncensored version if push comes to shove.

This is not what that person said, firstly the person who "defend" him claims to be a data scientist, who made an short easy about the matter.

They do not defend forever, quite frankly they don't talk highly of him at all, they simply say the issues isn't pedophile but a much bigger problem

Here is the thread, I recommend reading the whole thing no matter how tempting it is to stop the minute it goes against you belief.

Funny enough this user did not link to the thread and only showed the first page screenshot, then took it out of context.

Despite saying there's a link for whoever wants it there is no link just a TLDR that HEAVILY mischaractizes Ms Lopes statements in what I assume to be an attempt to decredit her and make forever look a lot worst.

Is this thread PR? probably!

is it saying forever isn't a pedophile because woman mature faster than men? No

Stay informed this will probably change too at the rate they're going so I have a recording of it just in case, but I can't excalty censored that so that's a last ditch restore.

Since I'm making more post Sooner than expected today here is a collection of the argument on the other side of twitter, name and username censored because I don't trust you guys that much, but I have uncensored version if push comes to shove.

You don't have to take Google's translation at face value that's why I left the portuguese version.

The lighter censored is to indicate multiple people having a conversation.

Bonus: do not be fooled some people are heavily upset by the thread and some even took to insulting the data scientist personal as well as forever.

Thankfully people below that have told them not to attack the scientist just doing their job.

This is likely the last post I'll be making today no matter what anyone throws at me about this matter, please not I will now be deleting ask to avoid them taking up space in the situation tag.

Remember to take breaks, don't make the issues your entire life, take part in a hobbie watch a comfort show, eat your favorite foods.

Enjoy life 💕

[gaykarstaagforever]

"Do you want to be remembered alongside the Wright Brothers, Elon Musk, Zephram Cochrane? Or merely as a failed fungus expert, a selfish little man, who puts the survival of his own ego before the lives of others?"

(This was supposed to be a short shitpost. Then I got mad.)

This doesn't even make sense in context. The Wright Brothers pioneered the airplane, and Zephram Cochrane invented human warp engines in the Star Trek universe. What world-changing mode of transportation had Elon Musk "invented" by 2016, when this was written? Or what was he claiming to be close to building at this point, that would merit this inclusion? Expensive electric cars that are demonstrably worse than any others? That thing where he was going to put bullet trains in tunnels? The "electric plane" line from that Iron Man movie? Him possibly tweeting, then deleting, "What if like a tractor, but...steam powered? By lasers? Is that already a thing? God I'm high."?

He didn't launch that Tesla Roadster into space until after this episode aired, so it wasn't that. Besides, I doubt Future Socialist Space People would be impressed by stupid self-promotional, space-polluting, primitive 21st-century oligarch shit like that.

What are they crediting Elon Musk for, here, is my point? The traditional Star Trek formula for a line like this is one old timey Earth history reference, one in-universe Star Trek lore reference, then a third made-up thing that sounds impressive and alien. Like "Dr. Halcyon of planet Deneb VII." And there is a REASON THEY DO THAT.

TNG had Stephen Hawking as a guest star, as a great scientist / mathematician, on the Holodeck. But he had tons of verifiable accolades by that point. He was well-established as a pioneering, genius intellect. You can criticize his work, or course, but you can't argue now, and couldn't then, that it wasn't brilliant and influential.

This Discovery episode was written in 2016 / 2017. I realize Musk is well known as a credit-stealing, racist sack of garbage now, and was probably still just a beloved quirky billionaire, pre-Pandemic, to most people, at this time.

But it's not like we didn't know what he was by this point. He's been shit forever. That isn't a new thing.

Whoever wrote this knew he was probably watching this show, and put this in entirely to suck him off. "Maybe he'll invite me to a cool party with models!", they thought, not realizing that Elon Musk doesn't have cool parties with models, he just sleeps at work, so he can be next to the emotionally-fragile women he's hired specifically so he can derail their careers if they don't let him fill them with sperm.

Discovery was (is? Is it over yet?) a infuriatingly bad Star Trek show, written and produced by people who demonstrably suck at their jobs, and neither understand nor respect this IP. So fine, whatever, more of the same. But this is dogshit even for the guys who make dogshit for a living. Come the fuck on.

The irony of the second half of that speech accurately describing Elon Musk now, though, is pretty fun. Narcissistic little sociopathic fungus man, indeed.

[gwandas]

Maybe I'm a little more optimistic (or stupid?) but I feel like Sarah might be building up to a brief separation for Nessian where Cassian has to choose between her and Rhys. There are some theories about her ruling over the Dusk territory and the Valkyries residing there. I feel like living away from Rhys would be good for both of them.

Like I just don't think Sarah hates Nesta while giving her so much and basically any new person who meets her likes her and has nice things to say about her. And Cassian not saying I love you to her, not sticking up for her or at least trying to deescalate the situation is VERY weird. Like she has so many people where the guy is always 100% behind his mate. Dorian and Manon (kind of a weird pairing for me, ngl) are not even together and I'm 100% sure he would stick by her if she decided to go on a random killing spree for sport.

I understand Cassian has known Rhys basically his whole life, but that's your mate, man... wake tf up. I don't need him to pick a fight with every person who sneezes in her direction, but some support in front of everyone would be nice.

Once again I feel like Elain will be the only ACOTAR lady that will get a decent man. Sarah will have to work really hard and retcon absolutely everything we know about Lucien to make him an asshole.

What you just laid out is what my realistic, best case scenario is. I'm not holding my breath for a Nessian breakup (even if I do think he should go die in a ditch) but I was assuming it would get better/healthier once they were finally together. The HOFAS bonus chapter makes me hopeful or hopeless depending on how optimistic I'm feeling that day.

I fully agree with you in the sense that I cannot interpret that BC another way. Narratively speaking, why SJM would double down on Nesta's conflict with the IC other than as set up for something like her leaving, forcing Cassian to choose, etc? It's such an insane decision to have the first glimpse of mated Nessian in three years be... that, only for it to be meaningless in the end. But all that hinges on the assumption that SJM is a logical writer who remembers to tie up loose ends and doesn't retcon stuff willy nilly -- and that's where all my pessimism lies... in her writing tendencies. I think it's telling that when Bryce goes to return the Mask, Cassian is there and all seems fine, which makes me think it's just going to get brushed under the rug. It could go either way!

I think SJM has a love-hate relationship with Nesta -- she thought Nesta deserved whatever the fuck ACOSF was but you are right she loves her now that she's been "redeemed." Loves her enough to let her keep her powers/control of the Trove, give her Gwydion, give her the star connection with Bryce and make her the focus of the crossover. It's even more telling to me how many fans try to downplay all of that too. Wanting other characters to have the Trove/Gwydion, claiming the crossover was meaningless or that Azriel was more important than her - all desperate efforts to gaslight themselves into believing Nesta's story is over. Ultimately, those theories wouldn't exist if those fans didn't believe all the things Nesta has are important.

At this point I just want to know what the next book is because that's going to determine whether or not I should give up on Nesta ever getting a happy ending. Nessian is 10000% endgame, I know that, I just want to believe in it is all.

[papirouge]

lol Blair White saying conservatives won't tell him to kill himself, aren't they the ones who love spewing 41% jokes? That guy is on a whole other level even from black and women alt righters, and even the regular gay ones, like the levels of copium and delulu that guy must live in everyday...

It's still difficult for me to understand these kind of grifters that have no problem throwing their own people under the bus as long as they're getting money and attention. The other day I stumbled upon this rather popular channel by a black guy who identifies as a conservative, and his whole motiff is literally dunking on black people and making fun of them on videos where they're acting "ghetto" or whatever, like he literally reviews videos of black people from insta or tiktok (or sometimes the news) where they're "acting entitled", or "stupid", or "pulling the race card", as he claims. And his whole comment section is (usually) white conservatives praising him for being so different, or thanking him for calling out other black people, and just making fun of the subject in the video. You also see a lot of comments like "I'm a black man/woman and I agree black people are too entitled/our culture is terrible". Sometimes you also see comments in the vein of "I'm a native american and we've never acted this way; i don't know why black people are like this." As if white conservatives don't hate them too, only when they're also dunking on black people.

In a similar vein, this also reminds me of this black pastor who's also extremely critical of black culture and think racism against black people doesn't exist. He invites to his show only very young black activists so he can dunk on them. Anyways, he's also very homophobic and rather misogynistic, but I found out he's actually been accused by some white men of sleeping with them while keeping it on the down low. Wouldn't surprise if it's true, as he has said that white men are smarter than black men, which could simply be born out of his desire towards white men, coupled with low self esteem and self hatred due to being gay and a pastor. Side b Christians are.much more understanding towards gay people, but it seems the closeted ones are much more hateful towards homosexuals, but also seem much more likely to end up engaging in homosexual acts themselves. And when they're caught, it's never something inocent like being seen holding hands with a man, it's always something degenerate like being caught in an orgy or raping a much younger (sometimes underage) male prostitute (this pastor i mentioned apparently has been accused by some white men of sexually harassing them, though i don't remember well so take this info with a grain of salt).

This is why I also always side eye any conservative man who obssess too much over gay people AND also a womans role in a relationship while never seeming to be as caught up when it comes to a man's role. There was a Christian alt righter like this, also said shit like wanting to marry and impregnate a 16 year old, justifying it with "the virgin Mary was impregnated by God when she was only 14!". Then he was caught up watching tr*nny porn. Lmao i don't trust these dudes cause they always end up being fruity as hell while claiming to be super manly unlike those beta leftist soyboys or whatever. Which i think it's why they have so many hang ups with gay people and women, since they're envious of gay people who date freely and of women who can date men and not be a sin.

Blaire White looks truly miserable and I lowkey feels bad calling him bad. His post about 30 and saying it felt like a survival milestone was kinda touching though, but I feel the "energy" that made him go on so toxic, it's eventually gonna end up biting him in the butt soon. Now that's he's in 30s, he won't be able to pull out his NLOG tranny shtick, and his stunts will come out more & more desperate.... I mean, imagine being 35 years old and still making videos to dunk on trans people half your age saying stupid things on the internet... He's already too old for doing what he does...

And yeah, there's nothing White conservatives love more than a conservative person of color dunking on other POC. Asians come first (because Whites value them are the honorary White/model minority) but Black comes second choice. They have a wicked voyeuristic delight seeing POC tearing each other out ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I remember a few weeks ago seeing a post floating around in rightoidblr with an Asian chick flaunting her privilege of not being racially profiled and the reblogs were applauding her take... The bar is in hell.

I wouldn't be surprised the Black conservative man you're talking about dunks on ratchet Black women. Black men are so messed up, they will always choose to dunk of their women FIRST, for a come up... And I'm absolutely not surprised by other minorities joining it to drag Black people. Other races negrophobia is well documented (especially East Asians), that's why I don't seriously believe ik POC solidarity. The other time I was lurking on girlschannel and the japanese netizens were complaining that Luffy in the One Piece live action Netflix show was "too dark"..... LMAO I'll never forget during #asianhate those Asians who were so ready to drank white conservative koolaid and were hellbent to say Blacks were the one assaulting them when stats shows that WHITE PEOPLE championed crimes against Asians just after other Asians....

Didn't Nikita Dragun once tweet "imagine being Black.." in a very snarky/derogatory way? But since God loves Black women, dude got a nervous breakdown, got in a male prison (lmao), have his make up brand flopping/closing down, and has been reduced into making an OF 🙃💅🏾

Black men are this weird obsession with white men bc they envy their power (that's why so many black men lust after white women as a way to put it up against White men) but also hate them bc of white supremacy. They'll cope calling themselves "black king" but have ko kindgom lmao Black women outperform academically Black men which is another' aggravating element bc they can't blame it on white supremacy bc Black women aren't any less black than them lol ...so in a way I understand why he's saying white men are smarter than them ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ lmao At least White men own and build stuff - most black men are in jail, bums, or misogynoir colorists...

And I will keep it cute and not say to that Native woman that Black people, as "fucked up" as we are, and despite SLAVERY, we had enough fierceness & resilience to not let ourselves be almost eradicated by demonic white colonizers - but I'll leave it there. Also aren't you guys have a pandemic of sexual abuse among your women? 🤔 Fix your community issue before mingling into Black people's business.

I know an indian girl who also pulled out the same argument and I was like "you guys are literally burning women down the street she refused a man's advances and have to put bars before women's tomb for them to not be raped (after death). You have much bigger issues to deal with than Black culture.... SMH"

I love how Black people are in the mouth of every race though. We are truly the main characters 🤎

I will add a nuance by saying that conservatives have been exposed having alt account where they roleplay as non White conservatives, so those comments have to be taken with a grain of salt....

Everyone with a brain knows that Black culture as we know it didn't come from a vacuum and been shoved onto ADOS from the 70s through culture and social engineering (blaxploitation etc). Black people didn't wake up one day and decided to flex guns, drink Adderall and twerk their butt anywhere.... Crazy how people can acknowledge it when it comes to the whole LGBT agenda, but when Black people say the same thing about "black culture", nobody seems to take it seriously... Conservatives only care about the cultural grooming when it comes to the LGBT agenda bc it affects their White kids, that's all.

LOL at that closeted Black pastor. He's far from being the only one though. Homophobic pastors with an obsessive hate boner on homosexuals of transsexuals are extremely suspicious...

It's interesting how the blatant pedophilia of rightrad flies off the radar. They pretend the Bible backs it up (nothing in the Bible states Mary was 14....) but what the Bible actually says is that God's willing age will not stop fertility. The Bible has several examples of older women having pregnancy. I even made a post about it. The only reason Christian LARPers are obsessed with okaying breeding with girls through the Bible is bc they want to find an "acceptable" excuse for their pedophilia. They aren't any better than Muslim defending Aïcha being raped at 9. I always said white evangelicals rightoids had A LOT in common with islamists....

So many alt right dude are so obviously pedo but will point fingers at trans people and gays - screams like projection....

[kob131]

Claude, although subtle, DOES have character development. It’s most noticeable in his support with Cyril.

Edelgard, if you ask me, is the one whose character arc needs serious improvement.

I should mention… Verdant Wind was my first route, Azure Moon my second, and Crimson Flower my third.

Verdant Wind-Edelgard made a BAD first impression on me by the end.

Azure Moon-Without spoiling anything… I ended up hating her EVEN MORE after this route.

Crimson Flower prompted SOME thought… and I ultimately decided it did NOT redeem her in my eyes. She comes off less as changing for the better and more as being prevented from changing for the worse. That dialogue you mention about her relaxing her views on the church rings hollow considering this is the only route where the church is more or less completely dismantled, vs reforming on other routes. She overall comes off as remaining static, with her character not changing much, if at all. Not to mention that the story seemingly goes out of its way to ensure her misinformed view of Fodlan history is never challenged. (Which feels more sue-ish to me.)

It’s also kinda funny that you claim Claude’s flaws never screw him over when, in fact, they DO screw him over in any route outside his own! And it’s heavily implied he only really succeeds in his route because he has Byleth on his side. Also… pretty sure his cheerful attitude is a cover for his pain.

Although, I suppose without knowing if you’ve played Azure Moon, or your thoughts on it if you have, I can’t form a full opinion on your thoughts. So I’ll just wait and see.

(BTW, the TRUE Mary Sue in the overall Three Houses canon is Three Hopes!Dimitri)

Okay, before I go anywhere with this, i want to say that I appreciate that you took your time to come and explain yourself to me. Very rarely do I get something like this and instead get preaching to the choir or really bad arguments that don't do shit. So thanks for putting in so much time and effort.

1- I can't deny or affirm this since I didn't GET Cyril in my run. And from what I remember- Claude acts a little more trusting and his facade is more truthful by the end. That doesn't help that Claude is still the guy who gets the most hopeful route when he presents less vulnerability.

2- While I do understand this and I am not going to argue for her on any kind of objective basis here- I do have to say that the Church being dismantled doesn't make her relaxing her views come across as less hollow to me. This kind of stuff would go beyond just the Church since the real problem is the tramua she suffered rather than the Church's issues. Also I can't really think of a way to change it so the Church stays since you need Rhea and Seteth/Flaynn around still. And no fucking way can Edelgard pull off the shit she does and they stick around.

2.5- Going to the history bit- I can understand that. She isn't being challenged here properly and I get that. But my issues with Claude weren't fully detailed in my post so sorry about that.

Another of my big issues is just what was revealed in Verdant Wind: The history of Foldlan, the relics and Rhea's past. This is all stuff that should have been at least shared with the other routes, ESPECIALLY Silver Snow since...you know...that's RHEA'S route and the final boss is NEMESIS, her mother's murderer? Of all the places to have the Agarthans and Nemesis show up, Claude, the guy least affected by them, gets to fight them.

As far as I know, you don't get to get revenge on them for killing Edelgard's family and torturing her, shattering Dimitri's mind and ruining Rhea's life. No, CLAUDE gets the fight.

Again, I could be wrong. My personal experience lacks Azure Moon and Silver Snow. And I know this is emotional and stupid as all hell. But...fucking hell, it REALLY feels like the developers realized Claude was the weakest Lord in terms of character and then shoved the backstory into his route to give you a reason to fight with him.

3- Yeah, the problem there is that from what I've seen, other characters drop their masks but Claude never really does. Just once, can he not have a smile on his face.

And- You'll have to explain how Claude keeping up a facade fucks him over in Crimson Flower. Best I could get there is that without Byleth, Claude's fakeness means no one will rally behind him. Which...doesn't get that much focus compared to Dimitri.

4- I haven't and my memories of Verdant Wind and Crimson Flower are a bit distant since I took about a year to revisit this game. This is kind of why I would like for you to explain the bits about Claude like you did against Edelgard.

Just as well- my thoughts here are just that. My thoughts, not an actual analysis of Three Houses and the routes. In that sense, Claude's route is perfectly functional and works well as a contrast to the more dour routes along with fitting his rouge-like aesthetic and the Golden Deer's more cheerful tone. (That...might just be because of Rapheal though). Claude's development isn't obvious and upfront but it doesn't need it. In fact, Claude's upbeat demeanor is something that can't really be filled by anyone else in the route and is necessary for the tone and unique identity of Verdant Wind. So he works perfectly fine here on an objective level.

You really shouldn't take what I said before as any actual judgement on his character. That was me summing up my year old thoughts on a route I personally didn't like.

Oof, kinda ranted a bit in my earlier ask.

If it makes you feel better, Three Hopes has some… opportunities to vent your frustrations with Claude.

No problem, man. I clearly touched a frayed nerve there and I know all too well the feeling. I should have explained myself better if I didn't want to get a rant after all.

And...if that's a reference to killing Claude, I don't really want that. I want Claude to be vulnerable or for me to snark at him for making jokes about poisoning others. Like dude, I know it's a joke but the fucking diplomats won't care. Probably a good thing I paired him with Ingrid- She can act as the resident Claude translator.

[navree]

What do you think would happen in a universe where aemond somehow claims cannibal? What would stay the same and what would change?

The most important thing is that Aemond probably wouldn't have lost his eye. The entire reason for the fight in the first place is because Baela and Rhaena saw Aemond claiming Vhagar as "stealing" her not just from them but from Laena (understandable, they're young and they're grieving their mother, I'd be rash and stupid too) and then got Jace and Luke involved on their side (not understandable, unless Jace and Luke have the combined IQ points of a Crayola box) and things escalated from there to the point where Luke then slashed at Aemond. That confrontation doesn't happen if Aemond claims the Cannibal because there's no reason to get mad at him for it and start a fight. So that would likely make things better not just in Aemond's psyche (he'd probably be a lot less repressed and also not have those moments where his anger bursts out so violently like at Storm's End since he wasn't so badly wronged) but also between the different factions as a whole, since there's not this huge "remember that time Viserys didn't care that Aemond was mutilated and Rhaenyra said he should be tortured and then Alicent was so upset for Aemond she tried to kill Luke and then injured Rhaenyra" shaped hole in any conversation between any members of the teams ever.

I think Aemond would have had to put in a lot more work to take the Cannibal than Vhagar, given that nobody even tried to touch the Cannibal (who was one of the oldest and biggest dragons to boot, not to mention the most vicious) even during the dragonseed scheme, and Nettles being able to tame Sheepstealer was seen as impressive. So if Aemond manages it, likely through a lot of hard work, he would probably be seen as incredibly impressive by everyone in his family, especially if he does it at the same age he was when he claimed Vhagar, which was ten (guys, look at my son I'm so proud of my son). It does leave open the question of who would claim Vhagar with Laena dead and Aemond having claimed Cannibal. Would it be Rhaena? Would Vhagar even be claimed again or turn wild? If Daemon's on the mark and it's possible to try for multiple dragons, would one of the Team Green dragonriders try for Vhagar as well as Sunfyre/Dreamfyre/Cannibal?

I think most of the rest of the story would largely stay the same, but Aemond would probably be more well adjusted and with much less of a chip on his shoulder about Luke and injustices done to him, and the kids might all have tried a bit harder for Viserys affection now that they didn't have this ironclad proof that he literally doesn't care if they lived or died. And who knows, if Daemon and Rhaenyra's marriage really was as motivated by the Driftmark incident as the show makes it out to be, maybe they wouldn't even be married at all.

[xpeachesncream]

it takes two | one shot (myg)

summary: min yoongi was the one who came to understand you and took you for you. but, when boundaries start getting crossed and priorities begin to change, you start to question if your relationship with your bestfriend is strong enough to make it through.

pairing: athlete!reader x athlete!myg

genre: bestfriends to lovers au, basketball au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 12.3k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, protected AND unprotected sex (later on), slight breast play, oral (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, missionary, riding/straddling, mentions of alcohol consumption, dancing, mention of marijuana, sex on the beach kinda?, some heavy angst, insecurities, crying, injuries (like a cut/ankle sprain), yoongi is just kind of an idiot at one point

note: heavily inspired by the movie love and basketball. unedited for the most part, pls excuse any spelling/grammar errors.

tags: @ggukkieland​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @unicornbabylover​

⏏︎ now playing: triggered - jhené aiko ; sorry enough - chris brown

First Quarter: 6th Grade

You didn't really have a lot of friends in elementary school. Any, actually. Hell, the girls in your class purposely ignored you because you acted different. Dressed different. Enjoyed the shit boys liked, like playing ball and video games. You couldn't relate to their gel pens, Lisa Frank folders, cute binder stickers and bracelet charms. None of that shit was you. But you didn't care, you were fine by yourself. Nobody to please, nobody to care for.

The only person that came to understand you was Min Yoongi and that's because you played basketball with him and his friends during daycare. At first, it came as a surprise because truthfully, you felt like Yoongi only let you play because he felt bad for you. Which, okay, whatever— so be it. But, after the last round during a game of two versus two, you found yourself on the ground, huge gash on the knee from chasing after the ball before it could go out of bounds.

"Ouch! Crap!" You groaned as you sat up and checked out your knee. Yoongi walks towards you and crouches down, examining the bloody gash.

"Come on." He says, holding out a hand to help lift you up. He swings your arm over his shoulder, already knowing that any sudden movements to your knee can make the wound sting. He takes his time and walks with you as you hop on one leg towards the office, not really saying much. Yoongi wasn't the most talkative in class. He hung out with two or three other boys in your class on the daily, but they were quiet. Weren't much troublemakers, didn't cause ruckus like the other boys did. But, he was still popular among the girls because he was a little cutiepie. You remember walking into the bathroom, hearing Angie and her friends tease her about her crush on Yoongi. Then, the following week, one of her friends also ended up crushing on Yoongi and they bickered [weirdly] in the bathroom about it.

Getting to the office, he sits you down on the bench before approaching the office admin to grab some bandaids and ice for you.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Min?" Mrs. Yao comes over to greet him.

"Y/N's hurt. Can I get a bag of ice and a bandaid for her, please?" Mrs. Yao looks over her shoulder and does a head tilt before sighing. She knew you weren't like the girls in your class, always getting hurt one way or another, being more hardheaded and stubborn than the usual. She grabs a bag of ice and hands the supplies over to Yoongi before placing her hands on her hips.

"You think you can take care of Miss Y/N, or do you need me to help?" He shakes his head.

"I got it, thank you Mrs. Yao." He politely says, giving her a small toothless smile. You silently watch as he walks over, crouching down once again to tend to your wounds. "I don't think this will hurt, but stay still so I can put this bandaid on." He says softly as he spreads the small Neosporin packet across your wound. He wipes his finger down on his pants before removing the back of the bandaid and pressing it against your knee. "There. You should keep the ice on it so it doesn't bruise and stuff." He stands.

"Thank you." He nods as he watches you stand and slightly limp before you adjust your steps to the right pressure. He follows you out, coming back to your side with his hands in his pockets.

"Why don't you act like the other girls?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"What? Not liking all the girly stuff that they like?"

"Sure, or you playing basketball. You know girls are usually like cheerleaders and cheer the guys on instead."

"Well, I don't wanna be a cheerleader. I just would rather play. What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, it's just weird to see."

"You're weird." You snapped back.

"How am I weird?"

"You shoot weird."

"And you don't? I shoot better than you." He furrows his brows.

"No you don't."

"Fine, wanna play one more time? Unless you're a wuss and can't play cause of your knee." You rolled your eyes at the sudden change of events.

"I'll play you, I'm not a wuss. Unless you're afraid to lose to a girl." You taunt him as you both walk back to the court.

"Whatever, I'm not afraid cause I won't lose." He grabs the ball and checks it in. "My ball first."

"Sure, if you think that'll help."

And that's how Yoongi lost to you, busted knee and everything. From there, it was history. You became inseparable, Yoongi becoming a large part of your days and vice versa. His parents eventually became close to yours after the numerous times you both have been dropped off to hang out, or catching rides home after school. Yoongi lived in a nearby neighborhood, only being a good 7 minute walk, to be exact.

Second Quarter: High School, Senior Year

In high school, it became a little different. Yoongi grew up, played varsity basketball and became a fucking jock even though he claimed he would never. Yeah, bullshit. You too, played on the girls varsity basketball team, and surprisingly, you two kept each other close. It was a blessing and a curse though, because you couldn't see your life without Yoongi. He's been there since the 6th grade. However, girls took note of that shit. Trying to use you as their way in to Yoongi's heart, or pants, or both. You made it very clear though that you weren't interested in being a fucking messenger. Girls thought you were mean, but really, they just couldn't handle you. Hence, why you really couldn't relate and be one of them.

Yoongi was still the only person who could understand you and handle you, bad attitude and all. Tomboy habits and all. Not wanting to make friends and all.

"Jesus fucking christ, the day just started." Yoongi says as he watches you toss your duffle bag and backpack aggressively in the back seat of his car. "What's your deal?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired." You slump in his passenger seat after buckling your seat belt.

"Chill, don't start your day like this."

"Whatever, dad." You rolled your eyes, causing him to let out a pathetic chuckle.

"Are you coming to my game later?"

"Yeah, if I'm not too tired from practice."

"Y/N, I always make it to your games even if I'm tired."

"Do you?"

"The fuck? Yes I do. When haven't I?" His tone raises with yours. "Don't try and justify your shit by coming up with lies."

"Yeah, yeah bighead. You'll have plenty of cheerleaders there for you."

"Yeah and?" He smirks. "You're the one I'll be looking for though." He caresses your chin, making you smack his hand away while he laughs loudly.

"You're stupid." You groan as you sink lower in his seat. The rest of the ride to school, you shut your eyes and enjoy the peace before you're having to walk down those annoying, congested hallways.

People rave a lot about senior year, but it honestly hasn't felt special to you. Maybe because you kept the same routine since freshmen year, or maybe you really just didn't care as much as everyone else did about how "special" it was. You've always been locked in to basketball even if your mom wasn't a big fan of it. She wished you were more into cute, girly shit, like makeup, shopping, manis and pedis and dresses and heels, but she came to accept this was the way it was going to be. Especially because your dad was your biggest fan. You came to love basketball, more than just a side hobby. You joined the varsity team and practiced day in and day out. When basketball wasn't in season, you'd play with Yoongi at the park or sign up for camps and tournaments. You just wanted to keep bettering yourself so that you could play in college and get into the league post-grad. Yoongi was the same, and he may or may not have influenced your passion for ball. Either way, he was always supporting you and cheering for you even if the other females hated it.

His ex for sure hated the relationship you had with him even though you really steered clear when she was around. Wasn't your fucking problem or responsibility to take care of her insecurities. Same with his flings.

"Hey, so later, yeah?" He asks in between throwing nods and smiles to girls passing by.

"Mhm." You hum. "You gonna be free for lunch later?"

"I don't know. I know where to find you though if I am."

"Have a good day, punk."

"You too, bub. See you in English." He turns on his heel, walking towards his friends, aka his team members. Aka his jock ass group. Aka the ones females flock to.

Namjoon, Jimin, Eunwoo, Lucas.

They were all pretty boys who knew they were pretty boys and used that to their advantage to make big asshole moves. You hated that Yoonks got pulled in from time to time, but shit, it wasn't your life, you were only a small part of his. Sometimes, they also pulled in the football boys, Jungkook and Seokjin. Even the baseball boys, Hoseok and Taehyung. It was all a huge pretty boy, jock, asshole group in the making outside. A big fucking party for a lot of the girls at school, though.

So even if Yoongi was really the only one in your life, you weren't the only one in his. It is, what it is. As long as he doesn't go switching up on you, then whatever, so be it.

The first half of your classes go by quick, being that you enjoyed your chemistry, french and english classes. You had your english class with Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok. You had gotten to know Namjoon and Hoseok a little through it, and it was enough to know that they weren't all that bad. At least in this classroom setting.

"You two going to prom together?" Namjoon asks, making Yoongi snort.

"No, what the hell?" Yoongi responds.

"You guys can have fun at prom." You roll your eyes.

"You're really not gonna go?" Joon bites on the end of his pencil.

"No? The fuck I look like?"

"Y/N, I know it'd be weird as fuck to see you in a dress, but it's senior year. You didn't go last year, did you?" Namjoon asks from Yoongi's other side.

"Really, Namjoon?" You give him a look as if it could state the obvious.

"Well shit, I don't know. I know it's not your thing but can't really say I would have noticed either way." Hoseok laughs, causing you to throw your pen at his head before flicking him off.

"Miss Y/N!" Mrs. Maxwell calls you out mid-movie, eyes wide and in disbelief at how you're acting.

"What?! He started it." You slumped back in your seat and let out a sigh.

"Not another word." She says sternly.

"Not another word." You mock her under your breath.

"Aye, stop. You and that attitude boutta get in some trouble the last weeks of senior year." Yoongi puts his hand on your wrist, causing you to shake your head and click your teeth.

"Anyway, you should go." Hoseok whispers as he leans over on the table to look at you.

"No. Besides, with what date?"

"Take the basketball." Joon snickers.

"You're a complete dumbass, Namjoon. Stop talking." You snap.

"Maybe they're right, bub. It's senior year and it's coming to an end quick. I'd hate for you to regret it." Yoongi turns to you and says lowly.

"You know that won't happen." But really, part of you did feel a little bad. You knew it wasn't your scene, and you really didn't care what people thought of you when it came down to it. However, you always wondered what it would be like if someone liked you. If someone wanted you. Crushed on you so hard that they couldn't keep their hands off of you, couldn't stop thinking of you. Your first love. To feel pleasure, pain. Mixture of emotions simply by being in love. You wondered what it would be like to lose your virginity and have good, good sex. Besides, you were a human with needs. But the only person you have ever been close to was Yoongi. For the most part, you didn't see him that way because you knew he definitely didn't. But, you also couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take your relationship to that point. If it was anyone, he would be the one you'd have feelings for. He would be your first kiss, your first everything. Because Yoongi was comfort and security for you.

But you valued your friendship more than anything.

"Just saying, think about it." He follows up.

"Think about getting an expensive dress and painful ass heals to wear for one night, just to dance around in 'em and take one professional pic with a date? Maybe get railed if I'm lucky?" You playfully wiggle your eyebrows making Yoongi shake his head.

"Don't be such a party pooper for once."

"Mmm. Great reasoning. Really convincing me here." You laugh it off even though in all honesty, you were thinking about it.

The bell rings and thank god it's finally lunch because you were fucking starving. Appetite and attitude on na-na, no doubt. You silently part ways with Yoongi to stop by your locker and grab your lunch. You make your way to the rowdy ass cafeteria, quickly scanning the room to catch a sight of Yoongi. You see him sitting on top of one of the lunch tables with Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung sitting around him. Clearly, Yoongi wasn't free today.

"Wassup baby? Wanna trade that ball in for me?" Jimin says as you pass by their table to make your way outside to the bleachers. You flick him off before rolling your eyes and pretending to gag.

"Fuck off, Park." The group laughs except for Yoongi.

"Wonder if she's got that bad attitude in bed, too." Yoongi doesn't hesitate to smack Jimin upside the head because yeah, no matter what, he was gonna protect you as much as possible. "Owwww, I'm just kidding Yoongi."

"Don't let me hear you say that shit around me ever again."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. It was just a joke." Jimin winces as he rubs the back of his head.

"Damn Min Yoonks, why don't you take her ass to prom if it's like that?" Taehyung says, chewed up food coming into full view as he smacks loudly.

"Why don't you learn how to close your mouth first?" Yoongi spits back.

"Y/N is really rubbing off on you."

"It's manners, idiot. You should've been learned that." Namjoon says, laughing.

"But foreel, why won't you take her? You both are close, you've never seen her that way?" Hoseok asks making Yoongi shake his head in response.

"She's my bestfriend. I value her just the way she is, no more no less."

"Ah, you must have thought about it at least once." Yoongi keeps silent. Luckily, the group easily gets distracted and starts paying attention to Seokjin and Jungkook coming over as they talk about the dates they've scored for prom.

Yoongi has thought about it. Still does. Just like he is for you, you're the only one who understands him and takes him for who he is. You know the real him besides basketball player Yoongi. You're the only one who keeps it real. But he would rather keep it this way than ruin things between you and him. He'd hate to fuck up with you because he knows he can fuck up, there's no hiding from it. He'd never forgive himself if he lost you.

Practice is hell today for you and fuck, you really wanna just go home and lay down for the rest of the evening. Coach had you all running suicides and conditioning drills on the courts outside and pulling scrimmages against each other left and right. Let's not forget how coach is always on your ass right before a game too. Hell, she catches an attitude way worse than you before game time and after a loss. You wanted to avoid that at all costs. But, to avoid taking the bus home and instead hitching a ride with Yoongi, you throw on a hoodie and haul your ass to the gym in some nike slippers. You take a seat on a free end at one of the bleachers, holding Spalding in between your legs with your duffle next to you on the floor. The game is off to a start in about 5 minutes, Yoongi catches sight of you on the bleachers and nods. You give him a small smile as a gesture of good luck, which he reciprocates.

The game starts off intensely, both teams scoring closely even with the boys putting straight pressure. Towards the end of the first half, Yoongi and Eunwoo are the leading scorers, putting their team up by 10. Halftime is a bunch of hoo-haa, with cheerleaders in their itty bitty skirts, trying to shake their asses as they cheer for the boys. The boys don't even hide the fact that their ogling, and it's clear as day they all want some pussy. Quite frankly, they walk around thinking they deserve it cause of how hard they try to pull some wins and put the school on the map. Student government comes up for a bit too, pulling some kind of skit to weirdly promote prom. It makes you cringe and in all honesty, it makes you not wanna go even more, but it is your senior year. If you can snag a date, then maybe.

"Hey." Terra [not a cheerleader but still a pretty, popular chick] plops next to you with a smirk on her face. Immediately, you want no part in it because you already know what she's trying to do.

"Hi?"

"I'm just gonna cut straight to it. Do you know if Yoongi is seeing anyone?"

"How the hell would I know, Terra?" You furrow your brows at her.

"Because you're close to him, aren't you?"

"And? Doesn't mean I'm telling people his business. Besides, he's not obligated to tell me everything just cause we're close." She rolls her eyes.

"Whatever. Look, can you do me a favor and give this to him?" She tries handing you a little ass piece of paper folded neatly with a pink heart decorated on the front.

"Why don't you give it to him yourself?"

"That's no fun." You scoff and roll your eyes. Really, miss girl? "Be a doll for once, yeah?" She winks and slips the note in between your wrist and Spalding so it stays put. You take the note and eye it, letting out a deep sigh as you shove it into your pocket. You weren't in the mood to be extra rude today so you'll give it to him later when he drives you home.

The game finally finishes with Yoongi making a final three, the boys keeping their lead up by 10. Everyone cheers and showers the boys with love after the team has finished shaking hands and high-fiving their opponents. You stick around until the crowd dies down, watching Yoongi flirt with Terra as you swing your duffle bag strap onto your shoulder before slowly heading down the bleachers.

"Hey bighead, good game today." You lightly punch him against the chest.

"I knew you'd come."

"Shut up. I'll be at your car."

"For what?"

"Cause you're taking me home, punk."

"No please?"

"Please." He shakes his head and chuckles before you part ways to let him gather his things in the locker room. When you finally catch sight of his teeny head coming towards you from the gym, you hear him unlock his car to let you in while he continues to walk over.

"Fuuuuuck." He says, throwing his things in the back before buckling his seat belt and switching the gear into drive.

"You have fan mail." Yoongi looks over and sees you clutching the note Terra gave you.

"What's that, a condom?"

"You're sick. It's from Terra."

"Who's that again?" You make a face at him.

"You were just telling her sweet nothings earlier after the game?"

"Oh, Terra with the tig o' bitties. Got it." He shakes his head. "I wasn't telling her sweet nothings."

"Right. You're an absolute dipshit, you know?" You prop up a leg on the seat while you unfold the letter.

"Give it!" You move it away from his grasp and begin to read it out loud.

"Yoongi, you're honestly so hot. If you don't have a date for prom, I just want you to know that I'm free, and I promise I'll give you a good time if you take me." You cackle. "Boy, what the fuck is this? Ew."

"Shut up." He blushes before laughing along with you.

"Look at her, writing her coochie out on paper."

"She isn't."

"Oh, really? Pfft." You softly scoff. "So, are you taking her or what?"

"I don't know? Maybe, damn. What about you?"

"What about me, fool? I told you I'd think about it."

"Go with Jimin. He still doesn't have a date." He hates to say it with how much of an asshole Jimin can be, but if it meant you'd be at your senior prom then Yoongi will let it pass. He'll make sure Jimin doesn't try any slick shit.

"Ew, god no."

"Look, I'll make sure he doesn't go overboard. I promise."

"Why do you want me there so badly, Yoongi?"

"Because it's our last year in high school together and I'd really like to celebrate with you somehow." You sigh heavily.

"Fair enough. Let me sit on it."

"Better hurry and stop keeping that seat warm."

"Don't rush me." You punch his arm, causing a groan to erupt from him.

- - -

Really, you'd rather be anywhere than at prom with Park Jimin holding onto your waist the way he is for the pictures you're taking with him, Yoongi and the rest of their group and dates. After all the pictures and fake smiles, you feel him slowly slip his hand down your dress to try and get a grip on your ass, but before you could do so, you're grabbing his wrist with full pressure and making him wince.

"Don't you fucking dare or else I'll cut your dick off and throw it in a blender."

"Aish, ah, fuck! Okay, I'm kidding, let me go!" He whines lowly. You let go of his wrist after one more good squeeze, causing him to wiggle his hand to get the feeling back.

"Get me some punch, will you? My mouth is dry."

"You know, I might know something else that can help." Jimin wiggles his eyebrows as he continues to hold onto his wrist.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Or not. I'll be back." He accepts defeat by smiling from ear to ear before walking off. You sit off to the side, the heels a huge pain in the ass on top of Jimin already being a huge pain in the ass. You lean over on your knees, completely forgetting you have a short dress on, causing boys passing by to whistle and eye at the easy access.

"The fuck are you looking at? Keep it moving." Yoongi says pushing the guys forward before shooting you a look. "Y/N, really?"

"Shit sorry, I forgot. I'm not used to this." You sit up and adjust your dress before rubbing your arms at how self-conscious you suddenly [and unexpectedly] feel.

"Are you having fun at least?" He sits next to you, manspreading on the seat in the navy suit he has on.

"Mmm, sure." You slightly smile at him. "What about you? You actually took Terra, huh?"

"Yeah, it's pretty fun." He chuckles. "Don't lie, I saw you dancing a bit earlier."

"That's when the alcohol hadn't worn off yet." You snort, remembering Seokjin's older brother giving the group alcohol after all the parents were done taking their pictures of you all. Yoongi laughs along with you before he looks over and simply stares at you, hair all done, makeup done perfectly without it being too much. You in a dress.

"You look beautiful tonight, bub."

"You don't look too bad yourself, bubby." You blush before Jimin interrupts the moment with your cup of punch.

"Here, princess."

"You better not be trying anything slick, punkass." Yoongi says.

"Mm, don't worry. I haven't been able to." You kick his shin as you chug your punch, causing him to cough and choke on his own words. "I'd like to peacefully have this slow dance with you at least, damn." You swallow the last bits of punch before you're taking Jimin's hand to the floor. Yoongi watches as you two make your way to the dance floor for a slow dance, slightly regretting that he didn't just ask you to dance.

"Let's dance, babe." Terra's baby voice comes out as she pulls him up from the seat to find a spot on the dance floor. Yoongi is honestly tired of having to keep up with Terra's energy and her clingy ass, but nonetheless, he was happy you were around for prom.

He was really happy you were around for prom, even though you hated this shit more than anything.

He had you in full view ahead, and so did you. He couldn't help but direct his attention towards you and keep his eyes on you. Fuck, he has never seen anyone so beautiful until you walked through Seokjin's doors with Jimin. Look, let's get this straight. Even though you had your own way of expressing yourself, he always loved your natural beauty, your natural glow. He loved watching you on the court and how happy it made you to play ball. He remembers every accomplishment, every milestone you've reached. How you've grown tremendously as a ball player. He would never admit it to you in person, but he definitely admires how you push yourself and how you always do what you can to improve. Hell, you might just be the better player between the both of you. And when you catch him looking over, he doesn't even try and hide it. He doesn't even care that he's still holding onto Terra and slow dancing with her.

Something within you flips. You feel that shit in the pit of your stomach, at the heat of your core.

But, you brush it off and break eye contact first, even if he doesn't stop staring. This couldn't happen, no. This was your bestfriend. You weren't gonna let the things you felt get in the way of that.

Nope.

Suddenly, the song changes to something more upbeat and twerkable, Jimin taking the opportunity to spin you around and grind on you. You really need a distraction anyway, something to rid you of those god awful thoughts about your bestfriend, so you let him and you have fun with it. Everyone around you is having fun anyway, and fuck, you wouldn't have to do this ever again so fuck it.

"Let me get a dance with my bestfriend." Yoongi says to Jimin.

"Go dance with your date!"

"Shut up and switch for a second!" Yoongi says, pushing him off of you so he could get behind and dance with you.

"Yoonks, what the hell?" You laugh.

"Go with it, bub. It's fucking senior year, we're graduating soon." You go with his movements, having the time of your life with everyone around you as prom quickly comes to a close.

When you get into Jimin's car, you knock off your heels as he continues to talk nonstop about the night. Jimin was a cutie but god, you could not stand his mindset for the life of you. You were grateful he had agreed to take you to prom, but damn. Prom was done and all you wanted was some peace and quiet.

"I hope you had fun with me tonight." You give him a toothless smile before slipping your heels back on.

"I did, thank you for taking me. Really." He smiles from ear to ear before leaning over near your seat.

"Can I get just one good smooch for the night?" You look at him before you smirk and lean over near his lips.

"Sure." You whisper.

"Oh fuck, this is actually happening."

"Close your eyes, I know you don't fucking kiss with your eyes open. What are you doing?"

"Right. Sorry." He closes his eyes and puckers his lips. You lean in a little closer, feeling his breath against your lips.

Then you flick his nose.

"Ouch!"

"Peace out, Park." You throw open his door to step out and shut it behind you to quietly walk into your house.

The lights are off and your parents are already tucked into the room for the night, leaving you a note on the fridge reminding you to make sure all the doors are locked before retreating to your room. You do as you're reminded before quietly shutting your door and tossing your heels to the side. You let the pins down from your hair, ruffling it around a bit and relieving any pressure on your head. Before turning away from your dresser, you notice a letter from the one university you had been waiting on. You had been waiting to hear back from Stanford for the longest time, and quite frankly, you had been upset you hadn't heard especially when their scouts were at your game awhile ago.

You had broken down to your parents, to Yoongi, automatically assuming the worst when you heard that other people had already been accepted and scouted for Stanford. Suddenly, you found yourself working harder and harder because you felt like you were lacking in so many areas. You felt low, and like your dream was running miles and miles away from you. Faster than you could keep up.

You take the letter in your hand, but don't want to open it because you don't feel ballsy enough [surprisingly]. You call up Yoongi, not caring that he could possibly be in the middle of getting his dick wet.

"Sup?"

"Are you busy?"

"I was just about to walk into my house."

"Oh, nevermind."

"Need me to come by?"

"I got a letter from Stanford."

"Shit, I'll be there in 2 mins."

And in 2 minutes, he surely was knocking at your window. You slide it up enough for him to climb in, Yoongi still in his prom get-up as well.

"Here." You instantly hand him the letter.

"What, why me? It should be you."

"I can't, I really can't." He sighs.

"Are you sure you won't regret this?"

"No, bub. Please." You sit on the bed and fiddle with your fingers as you watch him rip the envelope open and tear out the letter. You can't even keep your eyes on him as he reads the letter and starts backing away from you.

"Shit."

"What? What?!" You stand, trying your best to keep your tone low. He covers his mouth, causing you to pinch his bicep at how dramatic he was being. "Just say it!"

"You're not going." Your heart sinks, but before you could process it, Yoongi speaks up again. "To any other college because Stanford wants you."

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" You whisper and shove him.

"Congrats, bubby. Guess we'll be together in college too." Your eyes widen.

"Y-you're going? T-to Stanford?" He smiles and nods.

"Yeah, I am."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Look, I just wanted to give you your space. That's all. I found out before you went all cry baby on me."

"Shut up." You say before laughing and jumping into his arms, throwing your legs around his torso while he swings you around. As he sets you back down onto your bedroom floor, your hands linger around his neck, gently tugging on the hair that rested there. He keeps you close, his hands resting around your waist as your chests are still touching. You honestly have no idea what takes over you— perhaps all the feelings you felt tonight at prom taking over, or feeling overjoyed from finally hearing back from Stanford, you couldn't decide. But you crash your lips against his, immediately pulling back after you realized you've just kissed your bestfriend.

You just had your first fucking kiss through accidental causes.

Well, shit.

Was it accidental or no?

Mind is going off on a tangent.

"Woah. I'm so sorry, Yoonks, I—" He doesn't allow for any space between you two, keeping your body flush against his as his lips crash onto yours again to cut you off. To be quite honest, things are moving fast and the kiss deepens quick. You follow his motions, gaining some rhythm as your tongue dances along with his in the [now] wet, sloppy kiss.

"Wait, Y/N." He pulls away as the moment intensifies. "A-are you sure you wanna keep going? To be honest, I don't know if I'll be able to hold myself back and I know you haven't exactly—" He knows it would be your first time and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. I mean, sure, he loved you. You were special to him. But he wanted to make sure your first time was also special, whether it be him or whoever else.

"Please. I want this. I wanna do this with you."

By the looks of tonight, it seems like it's meant to be him.

You press your lips back onto his with the same intensity and start to unbutton his shirt when you feel his hands hike up your dress. He gently pushes you on the bed, crawling over to you as he kicks off his shoes and finishes ripping off his shirt and tie. He slowly removes the straps of your dress down your shoulders and undoes the zipper on the side before slipping it down and leave you in your panties.

You had no bra on.

Yoongi's eyes widen when he realizes such, your cheeks heating up while you watch him stare down your body. You begin to feel incredibly self-conscious so you cover your chest with an arm. Yoongi senses your uneasiness, your confidence shooting down below zero.

"You're beautiful, bub. Don't." He says, gently tugging your arm away and letting it fall limply to the side. You simply nod and let him take the reigns because you had no idea what the fuck you were doing. So many emotions were flooding your mind— you were nervous, you were scared, you were shy, you felt lost and too innocent under Yoongi, even if he knew you like the back of his hand.

And because of that, he could pick up on it with the way your body continued to tense up. He shook off his pants, leaving on his boxers until you were ready for him. Cause fuck, he was ready for you, but he had to take this slow. He had to take care of you.

He lowers himself onto you after the two of you have climbed under the sheets, lowering his head against your neck to press light, feathery kisses along the surface. You felt the tingles shoot down your spine every time his lips made contact, causing you to softly gasp and arch your back at how sensitive you were already feeling.

"If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop okay?" He says lowly. You nod in response, Yoongi taking it as leverage to plant a kiss on your lips before moving down to your breasts. He keeps his eyes on you, making sure you don't seem uncomfortable in the slightest bit. But you don't, and it's indicated in the way you bite your bottom lip and arch your back at the way his tongue wraps around your hardened bud. He does the same on the other breast before peppering kisses down your stomach and abdomen.

"Yoongi." You slightly gasp, shy at how unusually close he is to your lady friend.

"What's wrong? Want me to stop?" His thumbs gently caressed your thighs as his head hovered over your pelvis. You shake your head and nervously swallow before speaking once more.

"I-I'm just scared, what if you don't like—"

"Shh." He shushes you. "You're everything to me, you know that. You don't have to change just so I could enjoy you in bed. I'll take good care of you, bub. I promise."

"O-okay." He nods, placing a kiss over your clothed clit before pulling them down to get lost within your sheets. He swipes a finger down your folds, causing your breathing to hitch slightly. You watch as he slowly inserts the same digit inside of you, biting onto his bottom lip watching your facial expressions turn from uncertainty to straight pleasure. "Another." You moan.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." He inserts another digit, curling his fingers upward as he starts to finger fuck you at a steady pace.

"Shit, you're so wet Y/N." He says lowly before lowering his mouth onto you to get a taste and tease your clit. You gasp at the overwhelming sensation, feeling the pleasure bubbling in your core and you had no idea how to deal with it. He picks up his pace while tonguing your clit and sucking at the right pressure until suddenly, you short circuit and tremble under his grip. You purse your lips together to prevent yourself from moaning too loud with your parents at the other end of the hall [jesus fucking christ], knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets tightly.

Your first orgasm came and washed over you quick.

"Did you just—" He removes his digits from inside of you, drooling at your cum accumulating all over his fingers.

"Holy fuck." You whisper as you regulate your breathing, twitching when Yoongi places a quick kiss on your pussy before coming back up to you.

"How was that?"

"So good. Wanna feel you." You whine, tugging him down towards you.

"I got you, bubby." He says, kissing your jaw, cheek, nose and lips. He reaches over into his pants on the floor, grabbing a condom out of his pocket. You furrow your brow and chuckle, confused if this was something he always did.

"You just carry that around?"

"The guys and I split on a box and carried one each for tonight. Just in case."

"Total fucking assholes." He chuckles.

"Better safe than not, right?" He rips it open with his teeth, spitting the wrapper out onto the floor before rolling it down his cock. He was perfectly thick and long, and it made you a nervous wreck all over again thinking about how this could feel. "Ready? I'll go slow." You nod. You immediately felt immense pressure when you felt Yoongi dip his body and slowly enter you. You winced, Yoongi immediately pausing until you tapped his arm to continue. And so he does, and you continue to breathe through it until he bottoms out and lets out a soft groan against your neck. "Fuck, you're so tight bub. God, you're gonna make me cum quick." He slowly pumps in and out, steadying his pace when he feels you buck your hips up to go along with his motions.

The pleasure skyrocketed; You shut your eyes, letting yourself be in this moment. Feel this moment.

He picks it up a little faster, careful not to bang your headboard against the wall. His forehead is pressed against yours, watching as you let out soft whimpers against his lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yoongi-Yoongi—" You whispered. "You're gonna make me—" It was becoming overwhelming, your clit rubbing against him as he steadied his pace and continued to fuck into you. He nods, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Yeah, that's it. Let go. It's okay." And that was enough for you to reach your second orgasm tonight. Quick, but fuck. Yoongi made you feel so good, and you wouldn't want it any other way. You shut your eyes as you hurdled over the edge, mouth open with silent, inaudible moans being released. "So fucking pretty." Yoongi says as he feels himself reaching his high with the way your walls pulsated against his cock.

God. So, so good.

He holds onto the headboard and quickly fucks into you until he's spilling his seed in the condom, muffled moans being released against the crook of your neck. It takes a moment before Yoongi raises his head, your hands running through his black hair while he presses a tender kiss against your lips. He slowly removes himself, wrapping the condom in a tissue before tossing it into your trash can. He plops next to you and welcomes you into his arms, caressing you to soothe you from your first time.

"You okay?"

"More than okay." You say, the both of you trying to savor the moment before trying to navigate where to go from here.

What now?

Third Quarter: College, Junior Year (Present)

You bent down, hands resting against your knees as you tried to catch your breath during the timeout Coach Chu had called with 5.2 seconds literally left on the clock. He laid out the play he wanted you and the team to pull off in order to gain the win over Berkeley.

It had to be executed perfectly. No flaws.

Coach Chu had been riding your ass since you were a freshman. But, over the years, you've learned how to work through his tough love and turn it into positives, bettering yourself on and off the floor. It paid off, and he saw the fire in you, finally moving you up to starting point guard right before the season ended. Some team members hated it at first, but eventually, grew to work with it as well.

The plan was to have you come down into the paint and lay up the ball or take a shot at the very last second to avoid Berkeley from getting another chance at scoring. Sometimes you hated the pressure, but you've also learned that a big part of playing ball was thriving under pressure.

Your team closes up the huddle before you and your teammates are heading back out onto the floor to try and get this win. You shake off the nerves, bouncing the ball out of bounds until you check it in with your teammate. After that— it was like a blur. Shit happened so quick, you couldn't even process it. You passed the ball and dashed over to the other side of the court while your teammate put up a screen. You rose your hand as you ran into the paint, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you awkwardly lay up the ball in the position you were in and stumble onto the ground from losing your footing. You turn your head as the buzzer went off, noticing that the ball had bounced off the rim.

You missed a fucking lay up.

How could you miss a fucking lay up?

"Fuck!" You cry as you sit up and smack the floor.

"Aye, it's all good girl! Ain't a big deal! You win some, you lose some! We still got a ways to go!" Your teammate [roommate, and closest college friend] Clarice said as she helped you up. She was right, but every loss to you was a big loss no matter what. Coach was for sure gonna drill you about this too, and you were already mentally preparing.

"Thanks." You mumble. You look out at the disappointed crowd slowly dispersing, wishing you could still catch a familiar face in the crowd.

But, Yoongi hadn't been to your game in years. So you thought. You never caught him if he ever stepped foot into your game.

Your head hung low as the familiar feeling of pain and loneliness came rushing back while you headed to the locker room. Too bad you didn't see him hiding out on the side of the bleachers with Lucas.

"Y/N, a word." Coach Chu says, leading you into his office.

Fuck, here we go.

You shut the door behind you and stand awkwardly in front of his desk, fiddling with your fingers.

"Look, I just want to say that you put on hell of a show tonight, win or lose. We still have plenty of games left, plenty of opportunities to lock in play-offs. Alright? Don't be upset."

"Thanks Coach." You give him a tiny smile.

"Are you doing okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I think so."

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing coach, just been a hectic couple of weeks." In which, it was no lie. You crammed for test after test, project after project. You barely had any time to breathe this year.

"Well, my door is always open if you need to chat." You nod. "I'll see you at practice. Enjoy your night."

"Thanks again." You say as you exit his office and get yourself showered and into comfier clothes.

Meanwhile, Yoongi heads back to his dorm room alongside Lucas, hands dug deep into his pockets while his head hung low.

"You ever gonna talk to her?"

"I don't know." He sighs. "Pretty sure I fucked up any chance of that."

"Look, dude. You haven't really been the same since you and Y/N fell out." Yoongi stays silent as they slowly climb the steps up to their room. "Why are you just gonna leave it like this? It's been so long already. Doesn't it bother you?"

"Positive she doesn't want me around." Lucas shakes his head.

"You haven't even tried. You just gave up and that shit is cold, to be honest. I know Y/N always held it down for you, I would have expected you to do the same." The words cut through Yoongi so deep, he doesn't even know how to respond and leaves it at that.

As you heavily dragged your body back to the dorms and took your sweet ol' time, your mind began to wander back to Yoongi as well. After he had taken your virginity that night, things took a turn for the worst.

He treated you differently, created this distance that allowed you to grow farther and farther apart from each other until he was no longer in your grasp and vice versa.

You went from Yoongi being a part of your every day to nothing. And fuck, did it hurt you. You cried and cried, until you were so tired of crying. You had to pick yourself up and keep it moving no matter what. Life waits for nobody.

You reminisce on those days of debating over who could really be considered the greatest. Although, you did pay your respects to the bigs, the greats— Kobe, Magic, MJ, Lebron— you paid respect where it was rightfully due. However, Derrick Rose at his prime? Rajon Rondo? Chris Paul?

Hell, even Baron Davis, Monte Ellis. Rookie Steph Curry? Shiiit. They were it for you, and Yoongi used to dog your ass on how unrealistic you were being.

That was all gone.

He must be having a ball watching Steph climb up those charts now, though. You wonder what he would say to you.

The days of going to basketball games, to each other's basketball games, to ordering hella pizza and creating chaos in either house over the dunk contest during the NBA All Star Week or yelling all around the living room and jumping on couches during the NBA playoff season and championship games— All gone.

If you knew this would drastically change you and Yoongi, you would have never let that night happen. You continued to put on your brave face, your thick, tough skin even though deep down, it took everything in you to suppress the hurt, betrayal and confusion. Even after all these years.

He meant everything to you. Did you not to him? You could never understand until this day. How could he dispose of you so, so quickly?

You see him on campus and quickly break any eye contact, or run the opposite way. You were tired of doing this even though you felt like you needed closure. Some explanation. You deserved it. But you weren't gonna initiate that. Even if Yoongi did, you don't even know if things could ever go back to the way it was. He promised he would never hurt you, but he has. He still is hurting you. The wounds— it cut deep. Deeper than he could ever imagine.

"Hello?" You smile, hearing your dad on the other line.

"Hey dad."

"Hey baby! How was your game? I'm sorry I couldn't catch it tonight, work kept me behind." You sigh.

"Eh, it's probably good you didn't. Didn't turn out so well." He picks up on how your voice cracks ever so slightly, enough to indicate that you were trying your hardest not to break down about your performance. "I missed the winning shot."

"Oh sweetheart, you'll get 'em next time. You always do. You still have a couple of games left don't you?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that I played shitty as hell tonight."

"There's always room for improvement, only way to go is up from here right?" He says softly, making you smile. "You'll get 'em next time, I have no doubt. You always know how to better yourself even when I think you've already reached your highest potential."

"Thanks Dad. You always were my number one fan."

"I still am." He chuckles. "How's everything else? School?"

"Fine." He always has to stop himself from asking about Yoongi, even to ask if there's been the slightest change to your relationship.

"You sure?"

"Course." You lie.

"Alright, well you know me and your mom are here for you if you need anything."

"I know."

"I'll let you go and get some rest, alright? Don't be so hard on yourself."

"Mmm, I'll try." You chuckle. "I love you."

"Love you too. And hey, baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Always remember that you deserve everything good in this world. If someone can't handle you at your worse, they sure as hell don't deserve you at your best."

"Thank you." You smile as if your dad can see you through the phone before hanging up and unlocking your dorm door.

"Sigma Nu party going on tonight, wanna come and slide through?" Clarice asks as she watches you toss your duffle aside.

"I'm tired, not in the mood."

"So aren't I, but I think we both need it. Come on girl, just for a little." You sigh. Clarice had also been there by your side since you both were freshmen recruits. One day, she came into the room and found you a crying mess, causing her to wrap her arms around you and craddle you until you calmed down. You had spilled the beans about Min Yoongi, especially when he quickly became the talk of the campus as a ladies man and one of the best freshmen recruits Stanford has ever seen. You hated it, but a part of you still found yourself happy that he was getting the recognition he deserved as a ball player.

He wasn't the tallest, or the biggest, but boy had heart and played every game like it was his last. You had been his number one fan, and even though you hated him, that fact would never change.

Anyways, without Clarice, you weren't sure where you'd be. Definitely not here because you'd be too busy running away from your past and all the issues that came with it.

Yeah, yeah. Go ahead and say it. You would be stupid enough to not go to your first choice just because of a stupid boy.

"Fine, fine. I'm leaving as soon as someone wants to start acting up and getting all crazy though."

"Deal." She chuckles. You've learned how to dress up a little more— and by a little we mean baggy sweats, a crop tight fitting tee and chapstick. No way in hell you'd get dolled up for a party. Out of the years you've already been here, you probably went to two parties. One being the party Coach Chu threw at his house for a record-breaking season. The other was a legit party that you stepped foot in for all of 2 seconds before you figured it was time to head home, especially after seeing Yoongi hugged up with some chick and disgustingly tonguing her down while groping her ass.

Shit, you were never gonna get used to it.

The frat house is fucking packed and wreaks of weed even down the corner. You and Clarice push your way through, greeting people who were acknowledging your presence and waving at your other teammates that were also present.

"More basketball babes have arrived, let's go!" One of the frat guys cheers as you and Clarice make your way to the kitchen where all the alcohol is laid out.

"One shot?" She asks as she already has her hand wrapped around the Svedka handle.

"One and done." You tell her. You shouldn't have let her pour the shot though because now, you're stuck with nasty ass vodka near the halfway mark of the cup. "Clarice, what the fuck is this?"

"It's called savoring our one."

"You're fucked up." You joked as you tap your cup against hers and take the shot in three chugs. "Really fucked up." You wince.

"Come, lets go see what the other girls are up to and hang out for a bit." You follow her lead to the corner of the living room, chatting it up with your team before dancing around in the little corner you all occupied— keeping as far away as possible from sloppy and messy dudes.

You turned to eye the crowd at some point, catching Yoongi coming down the stairs, a female following from behind holding his hand. Then, they disappear to the outside of the house. You swallow the lump in your throat, the room feeling hotter than it already was.

Why he still had this affect on you, you had no idea.

Clarice and your teammates are too busy cracking jokes that they don't realize you've slipped away to get some air. You're finding that the crowd has come bigger in the short amount of time you've been here and navigating through it has become difficult. You're having to bob, weave and shove your way out, letting out a sigh the closer you get to the front of the house. You're also really glad you've been able to steer clear from—

"Shit, my bad." You unintentionally bump into someone making your way to the front from the side of the house due to you keeping your head low.

"Y/N?" You whip your head around to see Yoongi raising a brow, dropping his arm from the same chick's shoulders.

"Hi." You give him a fake, tight-lipped smile and rush your way to the front of the house. Thank god you finally make it because you were starting to feel claustrophobic, even being outside. However, you weren't prepared for Yoongi to come after you and grab your wrist the way he did.

"Wait, I didn't expect you to be here." Out of defense, you quickly snatch your wrist away from his grip and furrow your brows at him.

"Yeah, and now I'm leaving."

"Why, hang out for a bit—"

"And what, Yoongi? Watch you be the life of the party? Watch you walk around all fine and dandy like shit never happened between us?" You feel the tears welling up on your bottom lids, but you promised yourself you would never cry over him again. You refuse to. He had already taken up so much of you that you refuse to give him any more.

"Is that what you really think?" He says, the hurt apparent in his expression. To be frank, no. Yoongi really, really never meant to hurt you. And just like he had mentioned before, he would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you. He hasn't forgiven himself. He hasn't forgiven himself for how he let you slip out of his grasp when it was his own fault for pushing aside his feelings for you. He thought the world of you, the only woman who kept it real with him and stuck by him through the highest of highs, lowest of lows. There was no one as special as you, no one who could ever be as special as you, no matter how many times he tried to sink his dick into other females.

No one was real like you.

But, he was also conflicted because of that. He felt like he couldn't give you the love you rightfully deserved, he didn't think he could love you properly. He had so much to learn and he didn't wanna hurt you in the process. It sounds so fucking stupid [because it is] that he thought distancing himself was better than just being honest. He was a dumbass high schooler, he didn't know any better. But, he never meant to make you feel special for one night, then run from it. You were always special to him. You had always been. You always will be. And these past years hurt like a bitch, but he coudn't find the words to explain. Eventually, he just believed he would do less damage if you both remained distant this way.

Although, he longed for you. He really needed you just as you needed him. He always has, always will.

So when the two of you bump into each other tonight, he felt like maybe, it was a sign. Maybe it was time to stop being childish.

God, he missed your face.

God, he was a fucking asshole.

"No, I'm not doing this shit." You shake your head. "Just— continue to stay away from me, okay? I'm better off without you." The words sting you, but it doesn't sting you as much as it stings Yoongi. You glare at him once more before you turn on your heel and begin walking down the street to head back to your dorm.

"Y/N! Wait up!" Clarice calls for you, eyeing Yoongi as she passes him to catch up with you down the street. "Hey, hey. You okay?" She swings her arm around you when she catches you silently crying to yourself. "What did he do, Y/N?"

"He fucking exists, that's what." You groan. "Ugh, fuck! I'm not supposed to be crying over his dumbass, I'm better than this Clarice— Why the fuck am I crying over it?" You break down, crouching down to your knees, causing Clarice to hover over you and pull you into a hug.

"Maybe you just need to let it out and stop forcing yourself to not feel anything."

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him." You bawled into your arms. "I hate him so much." She caressed your back. "But he still finds a way to mean so much to me."

"I think it's time for you two to talk."

"I can't. It's just better this way."

"Are you sure? Because look at you, Y/N. You're a mess, and this hasn't even been the first time you broke down about him. As much as you want to believe that you're fine without him, you're not. He was your bestfriend and I think you need him more than you even know yourself."

"He's doing fine without me."

"You don't know that, baby. Dudes are annoying as fuck because they can literally go on about their day and mask that shit well. If he's ready, let him explain. Hear him out. You both may be misunderstanding the entire situation." It takes you a good minute before you can finally gather yourself and make it back to your dorm room with Clarice.

She was right.

But you were so angry more than anything. You were angry and you weren't sure how you could get past it.

He left your side. 

And so the next day, you go about your day in class, staying quieter than usual during practice. For the most part, Coach Chu was always on your ass because of how vocal you were and how much you caught an attitude when things didn’t go the way you'd like it to. So, to see you this quiet, almost sullen even, concerns him. But, he already pressed you once and he wasn't gonna do it again to avoid irritating you any further.

You run the usual conditioning drills, practicing play by play before a final scrimmage game for the night. You push yourself hard like you always do, almost coming out of practice dry heaving from how tired you are. It was your bad habit though, you wouldn't quit until you got it right. Until you felt right. And unfortunately, it's another one of those nights where you feel unsatisfied with your performance. So, you take it upon yourself to continue practicing in the empty gym that was set to close within the next hour. You're tired out of your mind, and you know this is probably a bad idea, but you can't shake off the feeling of dissatisfaction. To you, that was the next worst thing. Right behind Yoongi.

You begin to work on your three pointers, lay ups and shots out of range before you start to play a scrimmage game with yourself.

"I'll play you." You suddenly hear, the sweat beads dripping down your forehead at this point. You watch Yoongi as he drops his water bottle off at the side of the court before walking over to you.

"Go away."

"Afraid you'll lose?"

"No, I just don't wanna play your ass." You shot up the ball, only for it to bounce off the backboard and land in Yoongi's hand.

"Ball up. Let's play till 10."

"Why the hell do you wanna play me, Yoongi? Don't you have a random chick to bone?"

"I'm clearly standing right in front of you aren't I? Quit fucking talking and play." He aggressively passes you the ball to check it in, you following suit, making the ball damn near bounce off of his chest with how hard you pass it back. He knew exactly how to rile you up.

You get into the zone quickly, trying to find some kind of redemption for the way you had been feeling lately. Redemption, validation, way to take the edge off— anything, really. It was only until the first person scored to 10, but Yoongi was putting up one hell of a fight, jet black hair parted down the middle and matted to his forehead from the sweat building up. You take the lead, sitting at 8 while Yoongi sat at a sad 6 points.

"Ball." You call out as you scored a layup, ramming yourself against the padded wall with the force you had put up.

"That's 10."

"Ball, Yoongi." You huffed and puffed.

"Stop, don't overwork yourself. You just got—"

"Suddenly you care? Stop being a pussy and pass me the goddamn ball." He furrows his brows as he passes you the ball, crouching down to meet you at eye level to try and guard you. You run towards the right of the court, pulling a pump fake before you pivot to get away from Yoongi's guard. You pivot hard and drive it up to the basket, only to fall on the wrong footing and twist your ankle on the way down. "Ouch, fuck!"

"Shit, Y/N!" Yoongi comes to your side, hand supporting your back as the other is on your ankle.

"I'm fine, leave me—"

"Stop being so fucking stubborn and let me help you." He says angrily. You don't say anything else while you fix your position on the floor. "Can you wiggle it at least?"

"Y-yeah." You wince as you wiggle your foot and roll it around a couple of times. Phew, at least this shit wasn't gone for good. But Coach Chu still wouldn't be happy to hear you sprained your ankle releasing your anger on Yoongi during a dumb game. Yoongi helps you stand, arm around your waist as he throws your arm around his neck and holds you steady by the wrist.

"Try walking on it."

"I can, but it hurts a little." Yoongi sighs.

"You just sprained it. Let's go get you some ice or something at the nursing center before going back to your dorm." You silently nod as you hang onto Yoongi for extra support, careful not to make the situation any worse than it already is. He has you sit on the chair within the nursing center, the nurse coming over to wrap your ankle nicely before giving you crutches and some instant hot compress to pop onto it. She orders for security to drive you two over to the dorm building in their go-cart so that you wouldn't have to do much walking on your foot while you focused on healing.

Yoongi doesn't leave your side, even after you've walked into your dark, empty dorm room, not really knowing where Clarice is at right now [possibly library]. He shuts your door and sits you on the edge of your bed, setting your crutches near your bed side and your instant hot compress.

"You need anything else?" Your head hangs low as you slightly chuckle and shake your head.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask him lowly before looking back up at him, tears clouding your vision. "Hm? Why, Yoongi?"

"You're hurt, why wouldn't I—"

"Hmm." You hum. "I'm hurt? So where the fuck were you after prom night? When I was hurt then, where the fuck have you been?" You began to cry.

"Y/N." His tongue swipes over his lips before he sighs. "I'm sorry." He says, close to a whisper.

"Are you? Because I don't think you really understand how bad you hurt me." You aggressively wipe away your tears while continuing to look at him, his body language soft and full of regret. "You didn't care about me."

"How could you say that? I cared—" He sighs as his head drops for a second. "I care about you more than you know."

"If you did then why the fuck was it so easy for you to drop me the way you did?!" You yelled. "You just don't do that to the people you care about, especially if it’s your bestfriend."

"Look, you're right. I have no excuse for the way I acted, and if I could turn back time to re-do it, I would. But I can't, and the only thing I can do is apologize and do my best to make it up to you." His bottom lip trembles as he steps closer to you, a small frown forming at the corners of his mouth.

"Yoongi." You cried. "I did everything for you, I stuck by you through everything, even during the times you didn't deserve that shit from me. But I stayed! I stood by you because you meant everything to me and god—" You groaned. "I needed you. I needed you and you weren't there! I fucking hate you for doing this shit to me but part of me will always have love for you no matter how fucked up the situation is. I will always drop everything for you. I will always care about you, and it's so unfair." It broke Yoongi's heart and he didn't know what to say, but he wraps his arms around you anyway, keeping you in a tight hug against his chest. He's surprised that you let him, even more surprised at how he feels your body soften under his touch.

"Fuck, I'm so, so sorry bub." He says lowly as he presses a kiss on top of your head. "I'm so sorry."

"Please don't ever go again." You cry against his chest.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna be right here." He says hugging you tighter. "You're the only one who's ever understood me, who's ever kept it real with me. I don't deserve you, but I know damn sure I'll work hard to make up for letting you go in the first place." He places another kiss on top of your head. "I'm right here. Not going anywhere. I'm so sorry."

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"THE STANFORD BOYS TAKE THE CHAMPIONSHIP!" The commentator screams into his mic, Yoongi running a lap around the court before he's cheering loudly with his teammates and joining the group hug. You run down the bleachers, dashing straight into Yoongi's arms while he swings you around.

"That's what I'm fucking talking about!" You squeal and giggle as Yoongi places you back down and plants multiple kisses around your face, hands resting on the small of your back.

"Let's get out of here." He whispers in your ear.

"I'll wait at your car, bighead." You wink, causing him to smile that gummy smile of his that you adore more than life itself.

There's obviously a huge party going on tonight to celebrate this huge achievement, but Yoongi says he doesn't wanna join for once. He's happy, yeah. But the way he wants to celebrate is in peace. After so long, he feels like he can finally say he's content with where his life is at and where it's going. He drives over to the nearest beach, backing into a space so the both of you could sit in the back and try catching all the shooting stars up above. Yoongi leans against the side of the trunk, allowing you to lay your head on his lap while you curled up beside him listening to the waves slowly crash against the sand.

"Saw one." He says, looking up at the sky.

"You're a punk, no you didn't."

"What?" He laughs. "How are you about to say that? I caught it with my own two eyes."

"Oop! I saw one!"

"Now that's a lie. I was looking up too."

"Shut up." You laugh, causing Yoongi to tickle you along the sides before he stops and plants a kiss on your lips. It's silent for a minute while the two of you take in the night view— The sky and ocean coming together as one, forming a view that seemed endless.

"Hey."

"Hm?" You hum as Yoongi's fingers gently brush through your hair.

"You know I love you right?"

"Ew with the sappy shit, Min Yoongi." He laughs.

"Seriously."

"I know." You smile up at him. "I love you too."

"Come here." He says softly, tugging you upwards. You sit up, allowing Yoongi to press his lips against yours. He pulls you in by your shirt, having you straddle his lap while he grips onto your hips and immediately grinds against you. You let out a small moan feeling how quickly he hardened, his cock hitting you in the right places as you continue to grind on him. "Fuck, wanna feel you babygirl."

"Here?"

"Yeah." He chuckles and bites onto his bottom lip.

"What, all of a sudden you're scared?"

"Fuck off." You fire back, releasing his hardened member from its confines as you stroke him gently. He tilts his head back in pleasure before tugging your shorts and panties to the side, enough for him to cop a feel of how wet you are.

"Baby's all wet."

"What're you gonna do about it?" You whisper against his lips, biting onto his bottom lip and pulling back slightly. He hisses at the sensation before he moves your hand from his cock and takes control. He pushes you upward, positioning you enough to line up with your entrance.

"Take this shit off."

"Yoongi, we're in public."

"So, you're all talk and no play."

"I hate you."

"Nobody's here." He groans. "Just take off your shorts, pleeease." He begs as he slowly strokes himself. You toss aside your shorts, Yoongi immediately hooking his finger at the bottom of your panties and tugging it aside in order to push himself into you. He does enough before he lets you do the rest of the work and sink down on his length, a gasp leaving your throat as you take all of him in. He grips your hips tightly, setting the pace as he groans into your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair resting at the nape of his neck.

"Shit, babe." You moan as you tilt your head back.

"Fuck, you always ride me so well." He presses light kisses against your neck before he's nipping at the surface.

"Godddd why do you feel so good?" You whimper.

"You like how I feel inside of you?" You nod. "Yeah? Like how my cock fills you up?"

"Never gonna get tired of it." You moan, Yoongi making you pick up the pace aggressively. Besides the waves crashing, the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin fills the car, along with your soft moans and Yoongi's groans. Your clit is constantly rubbing against him, causing the pleasure to build so quickly it becomes overwhelming. You try to hold off as much as you can but—

"My pretty baby. All I fucking need." He almost growls, the words enough to send you over the edge. You let out a loud moan, not even caring for the houses nearby as your orgasm hits hard and ripples throughout your body, sending aftershocks. Yoongi continues to have you ride him fast and hard, the overwhelming sensation causing a hint of pain to mix with more pleasure until  you feel him feel you up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groans as his nails dig into your skin, giving two good thrusts upwards into you to help ride out his high. You both sit in the position for a minute, trying to come back down from your highs. Yoongi gives you a delicate peck on the lips, smiling into the kiss before he pulls away. "Swear you're all I need."

"See, I don't know if I could say the same." He smacks your ass as you hike up and off of him to put on your shorts.

"Take it back."

"I'm kidding." You blush.

"My ride or die. Are you with me?"

"Always have been. Are you?"

"You know I am."

"Good. You know it takes two." He smiles before pulling you into another hug and pressing a kiss against your temple.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Hogwarts!AU where the Triwizard Tournament has been revived! Champions from the other schools are arriving, and Fushimi doesn't give two shits about all these festivities, but then Misaki puts his name in the Goblet of Fire, and Fushimi is livid. It only gets worse when the Goblet chooses Misaki, and the thing is, he can't even say anything because it's not like he and Misaki are even friends anymore. Fushimi himself made sure of that.

(But wholesome plot twist where at first Fushimi keeps insulting Yata about being stupid enough to want to win the tournament, but then Fushimi is the one Yata saves from the lake, and they slowly reconcile to the point that they go to the Yule Ball together <3)

Say in this AU the two of them are old enough to be allowed to be champions too so Yata thinks Fushimi's just jealous, not realizing that Fushimi's actually worried that Yata's going to get himself killed somehow. When the Triwizard tournament is announced of course everyone in Gryffindor starts bragging that it'll be someone from their House that gets to be the Champion. Most people assume it will be prefect Kusanagi or upperclassman Mikoto (who doesn't have like an official title because his grades are terrible and he prefers punching to doing magic but somehow everyone in Gryffindor is constantly gathered around him). The Slytherin House members insist that it will be their prefect Munakata, who everyone expects to be Head Boy and who is known for being the most prodigious magical talent in generations. Yata decides he's going to throw his name in too and when he goes to do it the other Gryffindor guys are all cheering for him, meanwhile from over at the Slytherin table Fushimi clicks his tongue and mocks Yata, like are you even tall enough to reach the goblet. Yata's all shut up Saruhiko, still angry because Fushimi ended up in another House and then broke off their friendship and the two of them have been constantly at odds ever since. Fushimi assumed that because Yata was in a different House with other people clearly he'd just forget about Fushimi and so he's decided that if he's Yata's rival then at least he can still be in Misaki's world, while Yata claims he hates that stupid traitor but really he doesn't understand why they couldn't be friends anymore.

The tournament begins and Headmaster Ichigen pulls the champion's name from the goblet, everyone's surprised when it turns out to be Yata. As soon as Yata's name is announced Fushimi turns and quietly storms out, the Gryffindor guys are like he's probably just jealous that he wasn't chosen and Yata gives this unsure 'yeah..that's probably it' (except he can't recall Saruhiko tossing his name in at all in the first place). Fushimi stands out in the hall alone, fists clenched as he's like 'idiot Misaki.' Fushimi's done research on the Triwizard Tournament and he knows that the tournament is actually more dangerous than people realize, some wizards have even been killed or disabled in the past and that's why it was initially canceled altogether. Even if this year is supposed to be different Fushimi can't trust in that and anyway he knows Yata isn't even that strong a wizard, that idiot can't say half the spells right and he never remembers anything, how is he ever going to get through this tournament in one piece.

So then imagine Fushimi decides he's just going to have to make sure stupid Misaki doesn't get himself killed and if that means 'accidentally' helping him then so be it. Munakata has been asked to help with setting up the tasks and so it's easy for Fushimi to get hints about what will be happening, like imagine he runs into Yata one evening and starts taunting him for being a useless idiot who thinks being school champion means something. He gets Yata so pissed that Yata ends up storming out to get some fresh air and he just so happens to run across where the dragons are being prepared for the first task. Fushimi also makes sure to taunt Yata before the first task about how he's terrible at magic and 'only good at flying,' which gives Yata the idea to summon his broom during the task and he's able to get the golden egg faster than anyone else. Afterward everyone's praising Yata for his quick thinking and Yata laughs all sheepishly like 'yeah...I guess it was pretty smart of me...', eyes darting around looking for Saruhiko. Fushimi's nowhere to be seen and Yata's like nah it couldn't be, it was just a coincidence, no way Saruhiko would have tried to help me.

For the second task Yata's having trouble with the golden egg, he can't figure out the trick no matter what he tries. Fushimi overhears the egg screeching and recognizes the sound of mermaids, he goads Yata into a fight and uses a spell to send the egg flying into the nearby pond, teasing Yata like you better go get your prize, 'champion.' Yata's all upset thinking Fushimi ruined the egg and destroyed his chance at figuring out the second task, until he jumps in the water and hears the singing. Yata's really beginning to suspect that Fushimi's been secretly trying to help him now, especially when he finally goes to the library to see if he can figure out what the song's supposed to mean and he spots Fushimi leaving just ahead of him. Yata goes to where Fushimi just came from and finds two books sitting on the desk, A History of Mermaids and a book about magical plants, with a bookmark placed in the entry about gillyweed.

The day of the next task Yata's looking around for Fushimi, ready to confront Saruhiko for helping him all this time and maybe see if they can be friends again. However Fushimi's nowhere to be found, Yata learns from some of the other students that Fushimi was called away by the tournament organizers. Yata feels weirdly apprehensive, like maybe Saruhiko got in trouble for helping him so much. The second task starts and Yata dives into the lake, not really sure what he's looking for. As he gets closer to the bottom of the lake he finally sees it, Fushimi in an enchanted sleep tied to the lake bed. Yata immediately sees red, like who the hell did this to Saruhiko. He dives for Fushimi and gets attacked by grindylows, Yata fights them all off while yelling Fushimi's name. Maybe something went wrong with one of the other champions who went in ahead of Yata or like the spells on Fushimi start to wear off for whatever reason so he is actually in danger, like as Yata's starting to free him Yata realizes that Fushimi's started having trouble breathing. Yata gets super panicked and even lets himself get injured some by the attacking grindylows and merpeople, just focused only on getting Fushimi up above the water as soon as possible. When he drags Fushimi onto shore the judges come running because they heard about the spell issues and are worried for Fushimi, Yata's already leaning over him and shaking him, telling him to breathe. Finally Yata leans in to start CPR, face bright red, and that's when Fushimi's eyes open staring right at him.

In the aftermath Yata finds out that Fushimi was taken as Yata's 'most precious thing' and Fushimi clicks his tongue and calls that stupid, like they probably couldn't get Mikoto-san to agree that's all. Yata quietly says that Fushimi didn't agree to it either though did he and Fushimi looks away. Yata says that whoever did the choosing got it right though, when Yata saw it was Fushimi down there he forgot about the tournament entirely because Fushimi is the one person Yata can't ever lose. Yata says he knows Fushimi's been helping him all this time and he doesn't get why Fushimi decided to break things off in the first place if he still cared. Fushimi says he just didn't want Yata to get his idiot self killed and Yata's like that's called being worried about someone Saruhiko. Fushimi tries to claim that it didn't mean anything but Yata won't let him out of it that easily, grabbing Fushimi's hand as he says again that Fushimi's his most important person and asking if they can be friends again (and then he takes a deep breath and adds '...and be my date for the Yule Ball').

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The thing that really gets me with people who say that they enjoy the leaks/spoilers/current canon is that.

Like.

I dunno man, it sounds so fucked up to say, "Yeah, I like this kid but I want them to die-" and I say that as a wholehearted 'sir, that is a fictional character' person, but I mean like. How are you going to say that you support a character, that you like a character, and then actively stop them from reaching their ONE GOAL.

Like Bakugou has been training his ENTIRE LIFE to become a Hero- even assuming that his death was somehow the epitome of sacrifices, the beau of death, contributed to every thing in the plot, especially given the blatant show of him AS A CHILD in that chapter!!

You're really going to say 'yeah, I think his death adds to the narrative, so I want it to happen/stay canon- even if that means that Bakugou will never become a Hero, never reach the goal he was striving for, never be able to reap the benefits of being a better person-"

Like

That sounds so anti-ish for one, but also it's such a huge disservice to his character. I wanted to make this post less mean than my asshole postings but I am so fucking tired from zoning in and out of reality all night on this stupid eleven hour shift.

I dunno, my main points were:

- It's reslly hypocritical from fans (especially BakuDeku fans) who have been talking about how intertwined Bakugou is with the narrative- only to all of a sudden completely flip switch and say 'yeah, no actually, the Heroes could afford to lose him just like that, and his death adds to the manga' (bitch where??? Like not even in a mean way but fucking where???)

- It's really, really shitty to Bakugou, who is a WHOLE ASS CHILD. What about his dreams? His aspirations? His hopes? His goals? Can you really say 'yeah I'm a big fan of this character, but it doesn't matter to me if they never get their own thematic ending, if they never have the chance to be a better person, see a better world, or accomplish the things that they've been going after'. Especially not when Bakugou has been training since he was a literal child!! He's one of the most phyisically fit characters, has the best hold over his quirk as a whole, and the dude can mauever mid air- like that alone shows you just how much he has put into his training.

Only for what? For him to do his absolute best and fail. Somehow manage to scavenge up even more power than THAT only to die in vain-

And I was talking with someone (not meant as like a vauge, I genuinely can't remember who I was talking to) that said 'I don't think his death (should it be permanent) is in vain' and not to the fight, yeah, not to the war.

It's anticlimatic as all fucking hell, so I really don't understand people who like/support/want it to be permacanon but still claim to like Bakugou- because wow it's just so shitty to him, specifically. Even if he is the driving force of the future narrative, even if his death is the thing that sparks the change in the war, like.

His character arc is dying in vain. All of the work that he put in to be a better person, to be a better Hero, to train harder faster swifter- everything he's done up until now... For what?

How can you support a character's growth for years- honestly even just for months- and think "Yeah, I would love to see all of his efforts wasted as he dies a brutal death; ending up nothing more than a pawn to move the narrative forward"

Which he HAS been!! Epsiode one, his Sports Festival ceremony, Kamino- like. The kid has already suffered enough. He cannot catch a fucking break and it's ALWAYS at the negligence of Heroes and (almost) ALWAYS due to failed teamwork!!

You guys just want. One last shitty hurrah? Bakugou's only point to be how Heroes fail the people they claim to protect?

Not only does it just. Erase all of Bakugou's hard work, but it makes him nothing more than just a reoccuring theme. Is that. Is that really what people want nowadays?

Like. I'm just baffled. It's disheartening and annyoing and whatever, but it's also just. Confusing. Why even say you like the character when you just like the plot. The kid hasn't even gotten a fucking hug from his goddamned mother and one of her only lines is calling him weak for not being able to stand up to grown adults when he was caught off guard.

*And BakuDekus especially, when you guys end up boiling every thing Bakugou does back down to Midoriya- I don't even want to hear the "I know Bakugou isn't dead, because Midoriya-" right as you may be, he is his own character.

His "death" is so sad to me. I truly feel no joy from the way he calls out to Midoriya (partially because of the fandom completely sidelining Bakugou as "Midoriya's closest person"), but because he has spent literal years comparing himself to Midoriya.

"I tried to show superiority over you, but I always lost-" those words probably mean so much to Midoriya, who never saw his own worth; but to Bakugou? They're heartbreaking. I dunno maybe it's finally going off the deep end and getting fed up with every goddamned BakuDeku derailing conversations/theories/posts about Bakugou's death into his worth according to Midoriya. But like.

This kid has spent years comparing himself to Midoriya, years of hatred and anxiety and self doubt- and his main climax, his final moment is "Yeah, my insecurities were right all along."

I still kind of do want an SPOP CatraDora ending, but at the same time... I really don't. Because it every turn this poor kid has been watered down to just. The way that Midoriya sees him, his importance to Midoriya- and he deserves better than that. I'm glad that he did everything he could to make it up to Midoriya, but I don't want this groveling shit either. This bland comparison. Like I have feelings about Midoriya and his input, but I still do want to keep this as nice as possible, so I won't. I won't get into that.

But honestly? I genuinely don't get how you can call yourself a Bakugou fan and be okay with- dare I even say enjoy- how shit of an ending this would be for him. How underwhelming his entire prescence has become. How downplayed his stregths are. How disregarded his goals and hopes and genuine drive has been and all for what?

I still really don't see the side of anyone arguing his death has "narrative merits" other that like. Antis. Who have and continue to make all of these arguments, and yet people who claim to be fans are making the same ones, like.

The rude thing to say would be 'do you have no self awareness?' which truly, like. How. How do you have to genealize this in your head, how did you get from genuine meta and well thought out headcanons and presictions into. Anti takes, "but better," because you say that you like the character.

But it still really begs the question, like what?

Anyways, I will go to sleep and Tumblr will give me my two notes while I am gone. I will wake up and hopefully just. Get a better interest. Even if the people this is targeted towards would happen to see it, I'm pretty sure I blocked them already so it doesn't matter.

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Soulmate AU Pt 4/?

Summary: When you turn 18 you get the name of a song on your wrist. That is the song you and your soulmate share. It is also how you can communicate with them.

Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing, Walker being an asshole, Bucky being emotional,

Word Count: 1,164

A/N: Sorry I know it’s shorter. I am trying to get out of a writing slump. School was also kicking my ass but I’m out for the summer now. So hopefully I’ll be able to write more.

Chapter 3 Masterlist

John Walker. A piece of shit as far as Bucky was concerned. He had taken over the title of Captain America when Sam had so graciously given up the shield but now it was back in its rightful place. With Sam of course. If Steve chose Sam he had to have a damn good reason. Sam was a great Captain America but Bucky would never say that to his face his ego couldn't handle it.

Here he was walking towards Walker to hopefully sort out whatever issue he has tonight. He was already not in the mood from being pulled from seeing you but he managed to put on a blank expression and move to talk to Walker.

"What do you want Walker?"

"I'm not here for you Barnes so move out of my way and let me talk to who I came to talk to," Walker spat.

"Ok, I am in a real foul mood cause you are keeping me from my girl. So you better start fucking talking or I will rip your throat out."

"Listen Barnes this doesn't concern you it's just one Captain America passing advice on to another."

That ticked Bucky off. Even if he wore the suit and claim to be Captain America he never was "Who the hell are you to think you were ever Captain America? You may have jumped on a couple grenades but you never were Captain America. So stop parading around in that stupid outfit for your new 'Hero' gig and just go home to your wife."

John was the first one to throw a punch. Bucky easily dodged it wanting to look at least half-decent for seeing you tomorrow. Another punch was thrown this time Bucky caught it. Not wanting to put up with his bullshit anymore he pinned it behind his back. Whimpering like the coward he is Sam finally came out and told Buckyg to release him.

To Sam's and John's surprise, he did. Stretching and rubbing his arm while Bucky pushed him so he was unbalanced and headed inside to fall back asleep and hope he hadn't ruined his chances with you.

<~>

You woke up later than usual. By the time you had actually got up and ready it was 10:59 you had a little under an hour to get Grand Central and meet your soulmate. You had dreamed of this day for as long as you could remember. Even when you thought you didn't have a soulmate you dreamed of meeting them. It was just something that everyone in your life had. Even if it wasn't a romantic soulmate. Hell one of your best guy friends in college was aromantic and asexual and he found his soulmate. They lived in The Hamptons now they had adopted kids together. You were Auntie Y/n which made you think you should go visit them soon. You had bigger things to worry about now like how you were going to get to Grand Central Park in time. Hopefully, James wouldn't mind if you were a bit late, although it wouldn't make too good of an impression. It didn't matter you could just blame it on the traffic.

Your insecurities were having a field day today. A lot of what-ifs were running through your head. Like what if he didn’t actually like you. What if he was gonna be one of those people who used you as a quick fuck. What if- you had to stop yourself from thinking that.

This was your soulmate. You were made for each other. Your souls had always found one another. Even if you didn’t believe in reincarnation this was meant to be. You were destined to be with him.

A cold hard object brought you out of your thoughts. It was pressed hard up against your back. “You’re going to come with me. With no fighting or you will never live to see your soulmate. Do you understand?” A stone-cold voice rang out.

You were shocked. You couldn’t form a sentence. The object pushed deeper into your back “Do you understand?”

“Yes!” You managed to squeak out.

<~>

It was 11:57 and Bucky was just wandering around the park aimlessly looking for you. He had forgotten to tell you to meet him near the south entrance so he just wandered around looking for you. It was fine I guess scanned the park to find you his eyes locked onto someone with a similar frame to you. But a man was standing behind you. He looked about 6’4. The man looked familiar so he approached.

Bucky could just barely hear the conversation the two of you were having.

“You’re going to come with me. With no fighting or you will never live to see your soulmate. Do you understand?…. Do you understand?” A rough voice demanded.

“Yes!” He knew that voice it was yours. Before he could do anything you were knocked out cold and drug to a van. The van quickly peeled out. Leaving a very shocked and pained Bucky in its wake.

Rage-filled he runs back to his apartment calling Sam saying he needs help and that you have been taken. Sam meets him at his apartment and as soon as he sees Bucky he is shocked. He has never seen Bucky this emotional not even after Steve left. He gets to work right away calling Torres and getting him to track the van.

The apartment was torn to shreds. Couches were flipped, papers were strewn everywhere, glass smashed which Sam could only assume was once a vase. There were holes in the walls. Sam had never seen Bucky's apartment so out of order but I guess that's what happens when your soulmate gets taken. They're laws in place t prevent this from happening ever but still some organizations like Hydra (which is who Sam thought to have taken Y/n) just didn't care they wanted their solider back and would do anything to have him back little did they know all of the programming had been removed from Bucky's mind. They needed it to keep it that way or you would be dead by morning found hung for a street pole for all to see.

"Why Sam? Why her? How did they even know about her? I hadn't made contact with her before. Just how did they know? Unless Walker fucking told them but how the fuck would he know? God fucking dammit this is exactly why I didn't reach out to her. I knew she'd get hurt."

"Buck none of this is your fault."

"Yes, it is. Just- Sam go. I need to be alone."

"Fine. Just don't do anything stupid till I get back."

That struck a chord within Bucky. He picked up the nearest object and threw it at the wall. It hadn't scared Sam he just brushed it off and left.

As soon as Sam Left Bucky broke down crying on the floor. Yearning to have you in his arms.

Chapter 5

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Analysis of a character with wasted potential: why Jodie Starling isn't stupid as people say and Gosho's modus operandi

Yesterday night we had a live watch event on the Redstarling Discord server (if you want to join it, click on the following link https://discord.com/invite/7DAB329KGR ) and we watched episode 734 "Jodie's Memories and the Cherry Blossom Viewing Trap". While rewatching it I tought for the umpteenth time about the fact that a lot of people continue to say that after Gosho revealed that Jodie wasn't Vermouth, she has become usless and stupid. I can't deny that Gosho has half-ruined her, taking away all that cool and mysterious aura she had, but he did that with a lot of other characters. That's his modus operandi: he introduce a character has mysterious, he make him/her one of the suspects to be a new BO member or a bad person in general, and then he reveal that the person is actually one of the good guys. Once he did it, he transform the character into a lamb while before it was a wolf. This has been the sad destiny of many characters, included Jodie. Let's just think about Haibara: at the beginning her sixth sense towards MIB was infallible, she could sense a MIB at 1 kilometer of distance. But as the story goes on it seems her sixth sense isn't infallible as before and she doesn't always sense the MIB when they are next to her. In the cherry blossom case I mentioned above, there were both Amuro and Vermouth present and Haibara didn't sense none of them. They got close to her and the Detective Boys but she didn't sense anything. All this to say that not only Jodie has changed her personality and lost something cool she used to have.

Clarified this and returning to the topic "Jodie is usless and stupid", I guess the people who claim it don't remember (or don't want to remember because it's more convenient for them) that starting from the cherry blossom case until the Scarlet Arc she has been the only one who found out the tricks that Conan and Akai used in their plan. To be honest, she started already in the end of Clash of Red and Black. Let's see the moments in the details.

1) Clash of Red and Black

After one of th other FBI agents said that they announced on TV that a car exploded on Rahia Pass and a body was found burnt inside it, Jodie immediately said that it couldn't be sure and that he surely had used the body of another person to fool the Organization. She was right from the beginning and didn't even know that. She managed to think in the same was has Shuichi and Conan thought when they made the plan. This isn't being a stupid.

2) The Crisis Beckoned by the Red Omen / The Red Shaking Target

Jodie has the feeling that Conan is looking for the man resembling Shuichi with the scar and the black hat. You can tell from Conan's expression that he's very worried because she's getting more and more near the truth. This isn't being stupid.

3) Jodie's Memories and the Cherry Blossom Viewing Trap

And here's the part I mentioned at the beginning of this post. Jodie has a flashback in which she remembers all the people who have touched Conan's phone during the Clash of Red and Black case and she was so close to found out the trick of the glue on fingers that Akai used, but Conan stopped her because he understood she was near discovering the truth.

4) Scarlet Arc

Finally in the Scarlet Arc Jodie manages to reconstruct the plan Conan and Akai made (not to mention that she figures out the plan has been thought not by Akai but by Conan). And she does it ALL BY HERSELF. She also manages to understand people's face expression , like she did with Conan.

All this to say that calling her usless and stupid is a bit exaggerated, because she's the only one who managed to find out a plan made by the two biggest brains of the manga (if we exclude Yusaku). If that is being stupid, then I don't know how to define people like Yamamura (no offence if there are fans of Yamamura reading this post but...XD). And to all the people who after the last file with Akemi's flashback have said "Akemi as a kid was better than Jodie as an adult to make secret codes, no wonder why Akai chosed her"...Well, I want to remember you guys that the stratospheric code made by Akemi has been solved easily and quickly even by a simple firefighter without the help of Conan. It wasn't that complex if even an ordinary person managed to undestand it... Also, it is totally normal that a Japanese native person knows his/her native language better than a foreigner who learned it. I will always speak Italian better than a foreigner who studied Italian for years, it's totally normal, it's totally ok. That doesn't mean this foreigner is stupid if he/she makes mistakes while speaking Italian, it's something that can happen. The same applies for Jodie and hers wasn't even a "mistake", it was just that she wrote a thing like they teach you at elementary school because she has been taught Japanese by a elementary school teacher. What is strange is that Akai who is half Japanese and is supposed to be an invincible and perfect God didn't notice it, but no one cares about this, of course everyone has to blame Jodie because it's easier. Then I ask to all the Akemi supporters/Jodie haters if they have ever stopped for one moment to think about how much their beloved Akemi has been stupid to trust Gin. I mean Gin, the most evil character we know until now...how can you trust him even for one second when he tells you that he will let you go??? THIS is being stupid, trusting a man that you perfectly know you can't trust. Not crying for the loss of a person you love like Jodie did. Not making a "mistake" when you write in another language that isn't your native one like Jodie did. Not finding out a plan made by two amazing brains like Jodie did. So when you claim that Jodie is stupid or that Camel is stupid and should die because he's responsible for Akemi's death, please remember that Akemi herself is the one and only responsible for her death. She chose it and in a stupid way. No offence, it's a fact.

Jodie isn't stupid at all, actually she has lot of potential: it's Gosho who doesn't use it properly (and he does the same thing with many other characters unfortunately).

Thanks to everyone who has read all this long post, I really needed to do it.