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fbfh · 3 years

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here’s to always finding each other

pairing: percy x gn child of calliope reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: percy kisses reader following a prior agreement that they don’t remember but it’s 100% consentual, you work retail, a hell yeah, memory loss, I think that’s it

summary: You didn’t really expect to have to spend your entire eight hour shift organizing shoe wax any more than you expected your fictional crush from middle school to be real and your boyfriend. Only one of those happened (and the shoe wax was still very disorganized when you left).

song rec: this lofi mix, boba manifesto - chris flemming (mostly as a joke but it slaps)

a/n: i am wOrKiNg oN tHiNgS!!!!!! It’s going well!!! expect some fun surprises soon!!!!!!!!!

Crouched down on the ground, rearranging an end cap of shoe wax in the men’s department wasn’t really what you thought being a grownup would be like as a kid. You can’t complain too much, the pay is pretty good and working conditions are decent - as much as they can be in retail. You stand up to check your progress (and stretch your legs) and notice that guy is still there. He’s been hovering around the athletic shirts and pants for a while, and he keeps checking his phone and looking around. You’re sure he’s probably just waiting for someone, but you’re considering asking if you can help him find anything.

He has a vaguely familiar energy, and your stomach drops for a moment, hoping you don’t know him from school or something. God, that would be a nightmare. That’s happened to you once or twice, bumping into someone you went to school with, and it’s always as bad as you expect.

‘You know what,’ you think, trying to see if you can fit the last few containers of wax on the shelf without making them topple over, ‘he’s probably fine. If he needs help he’ll ask for it.’

You go back to scanning and adjusting the prices of the clearance shoe polish - the company had changed their packaging recently, so it’s out with the old and in with the identical - but you still can’t shake the feeling of familiarity.

He turns around, holding up an orange shirt that says ‘go for it’ in a ridiculous font, and you get a glimpse of his face.

You crouch back down so he won’t catch you staring, and the realization dawns on you. He looks a lot like Percy Jackson from the books you read in middle school. Or was it high school? Everything between 6th grade and high school graduation is kind of blurry and confusing in your memory. Man, you should really re-read those, you heard there was a TV series in the works and you want to remember all the details for when it comes out. You’re a little surprised at how nervous that revelation makes you, like the feeling when you’re a kid going to a theme park and you can see the roller coasters as you pull into the parking lot. Weird. Anyway, it’s not the first time you’ve seen a customer who looks like a character from something. One time you saw someone who you swore looked just like Pidge from the Voltron reboot that came out a few years ago, and a coworker saw a girl who looked like an anime character she loves… Raka something? Her name sounded like gravity, but that wasn’t it. You shrug, making a mental note to ask her about it later.

You stand up once again to take one final look before you move onto the next end cap, and see that the guy is standing next to you. You look up at him, and all those weird feelings of excitement and something close to anticipation amplify, as you get a closer look at him. He really, really looks like Percy Jackson. Like if the Viria art was a real person.

“Uh… hi, can I help you find anything today?” You ask, snapping out of your daze and into your customer service voice. He takes a second before answering, and you’re a little unnerved by the way he’s looking at you; warm and intimately, like he’s known you for years.

“No,” he replies, a dreamy tone to his voice, “I’ve got everything I need.” You’re pleasantly surprised and a little freaked out that he even has the accent. Seriously, if he’s not already, this guy should really get into cosplay. Also, is he flirting with you? He seems to realize what he just said, and backtracks slightly.

“Actually, um, I was wondering if you could help me out with something over here,” he says, and you agree, in your signature chipper tone. He guides you to a table covered in various sweatpants behind a mirror.

He glances around again, and you have to ask.

“You know, if you’re having trouble finding someone we can-”

“Walkie customer service to have my group meet me at the front desk.” He finishes seamlessly.

“It’s not my first time at the rodeo,” he chuckles, and you get the feeling there’s more meaning behind what he’s saying, like an inside joke you’re not a part of.

“Oh… yeah.” you say, and he can sense your surprise, “How did you…” you trail off, and he can sense the silent question in your voice. He lets out a breathy chuckle, cheeks flushed pink.

“Like this.”

He catches your face in his hands, and presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widen in shock, mostly at the fact that you don’t feel threatened by his presence at all. You’re shocked at how comfortable you feel around him, how you feel in your bones that you’ve known him for years when the logical side of your brain is telling you that you first saw him ten minutes ago. He pulls away, searching your eyes for… something.

“Uh…” you glance away, brow slightly furrowed, then back up at him, “what the fuck?”

His expression softens, and he says gently, “Give it a minute.”

You’re about to ask him to give what a minute, when a barrage of memories, feelings, people you don’t think you’ve ever met but seemed to be best friends with knocks you off your feet. You try to take in a breath, but the air in the room seems to have taken a temporary vacation from your lungs.

You look up at him, eyes flared in understanding and shock. He mutters something in confirmation. Someone yells nearby, and you both look over to an adolescent boy asking his mom why he can’t wear neon basketball shorts to school. Percy looks back over at you.

“Is there somewhere a little more-” the mom starts arguing back and forth with her son at a louder volume, and he continues, “private… where we could talk?”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll… I’ll get somewhere.”

A few minutes later, you’re sitting across from each other on two step stools in one of the stock rooms. You’re still surprised at how easily you had lied to your boss that your long distance boyfriend showed up a few weeks early after over a year of not being able to see each other, and you needed a moment to catch up. She had agreed readily, asking that you tell her when you’re ready to get back to your tasks.

“I’m sorry about that,” he starts, snapping you out of your train of thought, and you look up at him, “I never would have kissed you without asking, but you made me promise last time that the next time you lose your memories I would get them back to you as fast as I can.”

“Uh, it’s okay, I feel like I remember talking about that.” Your memories are still fuzzy, but coming back sporadically.

“It can take a few days for them to come back fully.” He adds.

The most surreal part of this is you remember vividly what happened in the books - because you lived through it. You hold back a giddy laugh bubbling up.

“So…” you begin, and he looks at you, his gaze warm, “it’s all real?” you breathe the words, almost afraid of an answer.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, looking away briefly, overwhelmed that you’re with him once again.

“The short version is, since your godly parent is Calliope, you sometimes get sent to other worlds. You kind of have to hop scotch from one place to another, like getting a goldfish used to a new bowl of water. The mist - or sometimes,” he glances up, pointedly and irritable, “other factors - usually take away a lot of your memories. They say it’s to make the transition easier, but who knows. Anyway, there are these waypoints, kind of like a time loop that you hang out in until you’re either ready to leave or one of us finds you first.”

“So this…” you motion around to the rows of cardboard boxes filled with plastic cups and paper towels. He nods and you let out a laugh of relief that you really won’t have to work here long term.

“As soon as you’re ready we should probably head out to camp. It’s gonna be a bit of a drive.”

“Wait, it’s all like… here? Like in this world?”

“Yeah,” he smiles again, once more sending butterflies through your chest.

You let out a disbelieving, excited laugh.

“Alright. Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”

Before you can get up, he takes your hand in his. He watches his fingers skim back and forth for a minute before looking up at you.

“You know that I’ll always find you, right?” there’s an overwhelming torrent of emotions he’s somehow managing to convey through his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter where you go, or how long you’re gone, or if we even remember each other. I will always find you.” His hand comes up to your cheek for the second time today, and your head tilts into his embrace automatically. You somehow trust him more than anyone or anything else right now. You nod gently.

“I do.”

He glances away again, cheeks flushing red, and he sighs, kissing your forehead.

You get up and head towards the exit together, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“How about we get some bubble tea once we’re in the city?”

“Oh hell yeah!”

You don’t remember the last time you had bubble tea, but it sounds really, really good right now.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x gn reader #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson #heroes of olympus

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ororowrites · 3 years

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Two Thousand Twelve (Yahya x Black OC)

Sweet Thang Series - Chapter One

Warnings: Language, sexual situations, substance use

Word Count: 2,409

Los Angeles - 2012

Forty-five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Candace finished up her last set of sit-ups, dusted off her leggings and grabbed her belongings. The gym served as her stress reliever, especially when her boyfriend was the cause of the stress. When she felt like she had worked up enough of a sweat, Candace returned to the off campus apartment she shared with her twin sister, Trinity.

They were both in their Senior year at USC, far away from their home in Chicago, Illinois. Candace was majoring in Dramatic Arts while her twin sister was studying History and Education. They were both the apple of their parents’ eyes but Candace was the child who went above and beyond to make them proud. Her sister Trinity was more of a free spirit and though she had many academic successes, she did not care what their parents thought or about their constant pressure. Trinity and Candace had two older sisters, Freida and Talia and a younger brother, Anthony who was about to start his freshman year of college. The twins were in their last semester of college and while they looked forward to graduating, they did not look forward to splitting up for graduate school. Candace had dreams of attending Yale’s Drama School and her twin wanted to move back home for her next educational ventures.

“I need to figure out what I’m going to do. At this rate, I can’t keep up with my tuition payments,” Candace complained, checking her bank statements. “Most of my money is going towards the car and insurance and I can’t get rid of that.

“Did you talk to someone in the financial aid office? They stay having attitudes in there but maybe they can help. I would say I’d help you....I’m broke as shit, though.” Trinity twirled her Ramen noodles around her fork and stuffed it in her mouth. “I’m surviving on Ramen noodles and faith.”

“I wasn’t expecting your help, Trin.” Options began to pile up in Candace’s head and only one of them appeared to be the best choice. Maybe not the best choice to many but her pride kept her from asking her parents for more help. Anthony Jr. was a talented athlete and with them putting him through school, she didn’t want to bug them. Plus, she wanted the best for her brother. He deserved the world for all the hard work he put into his craft and turning his life around after a rough patch.

“Getting another job is probably your best bet,” Trinity suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

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“Let me eat you out,” Maxwell whispered in Candace’s ear.

If she rolled her eyes any harder, they’d fall out of her head. Why did she even agree to come out with him when his sheer presence irked her soul? Maxwell was Candace’s on and off again boyfriend and right now they were in an off phase. As usual, Candace ended up making herself available so Maxwell could apologize.

“Why can’t you just watch the movie,” Candace ignored the twitch between her legs and kept her eyes on the movie screen. Agreeing to come to the drive-in was a poor decision. Everyone always ended up fucking at the drive-in.

“Come on, baby. I’m trying to apologize.”

“There’s a such thing as saying ‘I’m sorry’.” Maxwell’s verbal advances turned into physical ones as he pressed his lips to her neck.

“For a man that claims he knows me sure doesn’t get a clue.”

Even though she was slightly turned on and would do anything to take her mind off her latest concern, Candace was distracted.

“Aight then. What’s up? What’s on that pretty mind of yours,” Maxwell questioned, his golds glistening as he smiled.

Candace pulled at the drawstrings on her sweatshirt, “I don’t think I’ll be finishing school this semester.”

One thing Maxwell didn’t have to worry about was money when it came to school. He was a future NFL prospect and had a full-ride scholarship. “Damn, baby. Can’t you call your parents for help?”

“Ant is graduating this year. They’ve supported us all this time and I’ve been doing good paying my tuition this year. As soon as my hours got cut at work, shit started getting out of hand,” Candace sighed, running her hands down her face.

“Why didn’t I know this was going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Candace thought about how many ways could say, Because you only think about yourself. “You’ve been too busy worrying about other things. I told you they were going to cut my hours.”

“My bad. You know I stay busy with ball. I don’t remember you telling me that,” Maxwell replied, letting his hand rest on her thigh. “I would help you out if I could.”

No you wouldn’t, Candace thought. But, she stayed silent to protect her peace.

Maxwell’s hand crept across her lap and between her legs. She hated that she couldn’t control her sexual urge when it came to this man. The empty promises she made herself time and time again were getting ridiculous. Candace flinched when Maxwell’s cold fingers pushed her thin, cotton shorts to the side. Once again she was failing herself. Candace reached for the lighter and left over blunt that Maxwell had in the cup holder.

“Relax,” Maxwell hummed, waiting until he felt Candace’s muscles relax before pushing a finger past her folds. He watched Candace close her eyes, letting the smoke pass through her lips. Hitched breaths filled the car, even with the loud action scene coming through the speakers. Letting herself go, she began to roll her hips into his hand.

As usual, he had her where he wanted her. Right in the palm of his hand.

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San Francisco - 2012

Yahya returned from his lunch break early, excited about new ideas he wanted to write down before they left him. His mind never stopped going and it often kept him up at night. Since graduating from Berkeley, he worked for the Mayor’s office as an Urban Planner. His passion for building up the urban core piqued his interest in architecture and his minor in social justice. When he landed the job with the Mayor’s office, he jumped into projects feet first. He had been a part of two major projects and was currently working on another one.

“Mr. Abdul-Mateen,” the secretary said as Yahya walked through the glass doors and towards his office. “Mr. Reid would like to see you in his office.”

Stefanie’s statement did not worry him. Her eyes always held a certain sadness, so Yahya didn’t see that sadness as a threat. Yahya walked down the long hall to Mr. Reid’s suite. The normally rambunctious man was sitting at his desk but facing the the window overlooking the city skyline.

“Remember your first project, Yahya,” he asked, sensing a presence in his office.

“Yeah, that proposal for the new school. That one public official was a pain in our ass but the proposal finally went through at the last minute,” Yahya recalled, smiling at the memory of his first success on the job.

“Yeah, Mr. Ryan is a total hard ass for no reason. But you should be proud.”

Sensing a shift in the conversation, Yahya cut right to the chase. “Mr. Reid, what’s this about?”

“Um....why don’t you come take a seat,” the director motioned to the chair in front of his desk. With the way he was looking, this could not be good news.

Yahya had been let go. Even after all his hard work and fresh ideas, the city needed to make budget cuts and his job was one of the first on the list. Their reasoning? They had too many Urban Planners and could only afford to pay two of them and those two just so happened to be recent graduates that would get lower pay. His world felt like it had fallen apart in the ten minutes he spent in Mr. Reid’s office. What was he supposed to do now? There was no plan B when he was very calculated about his life decisions since childhood. Yahya knew what he wanted to do, which school he wanted to attend and which career path he would take to get to his ultimate goal of having his own architecture firm. This put a dent in his plans, leaving him feeling helpless.

When Yahya got home, he didn’t even think about calling his mother and father about the bad news. He wasn’t ready to accept the news himself, so he’d wait a couple of days. Instead, he called up his boys in Los Angeles and told them he was heading down for the weekend.

Kevin and Damon were brothers and Yahya’s best friends since grade school in Louisiana. When Yahya and his family moved to Oakland in his 6th grade year, they all remained close. Summers were spent in Louisiana and Yahya was grateful his friends were at least in the same state now. Kevin was a celebrity trainer and Damon was currently in law school. They had both moved to Los Angeles shortly after high school.

“What’s up, dude,” Kevin exclaimed, clasping Yahya’s hand and roughly patting him on the back. “Long time, no see. You ain’t been down here in a minute.”

“Shit, been busy, bro. Wassup Damon,” Yahya greeted the other brother and stepped inside their apartment. “Damn, the place is nice. Glad to see ya’ll asses finally got a couch and tv stand.”

“Shut the hell up. Always talkin’ shit,” Damon groaned. “Want anything to drink? Water, soda...or a drank drank?”

“You got anything dark? I’ll take some of that.”

“Long day, man? You look like you been through it,” Kevin added, joining Yahya in the living room. He flipped the television to Sports Center.

“Long day? How about a long week. They worked my ass. I may put in for some vacation time here soon. I need a break,” Yahya lied. He would keep this layoff a secret until he had a plan on where he wanted to go next.

“I hear you,” Kevin agreed.

The crew watched sports highlights and reminisced on their childhood for a couple of hours. It was late but the night was still young for them and they didn’t want to be stuck inside on a Friday night in Los Angeles. They hit the town, settling on a strip club downtown.

“Glad I got paid today because I’m about to go crazy up in this bitch. I heard this place has the best looking strippers and I’m tryna make someone’s daughter rich tonight,” Damon yelled over the music. Beautiful women seemed to be everywhere they turned. The strippers, the bartenders and a few women there for bachelorette parties or just there out of curiosity.

“Just as long as you have enough left for your half of the rent, nigga. I’m not covering your half again this month,” Kevin eyed a dancer on the stage twirling down the pole with her legs in a split. “Damn.”

Yahya was distracted. Even with all the good distractions in front of him, he couldn’t stop thinking about losing his job. The entire six hour drive to Los Angeles, he tried to think of a plan B or if he needed to move and try to get an urban planning position in a different city.

“Whoa, shit! Sorry,” a woman groaned, grabbing onto Yahya’s shoulder trying to catch her footing. “These niggas don’t know how to say excuse me around here. Sorry I ran into you.”

“Oh, you’re good. You okay,” Yahya caught the brown beauty before she could hit the floor.

“Yeah, first night back at this place. Gotta get used to the rude ass men in here. Thanks for catching me. Enjoy the rest of your night,” she quickly pushed through the crowd and disappeared.

Yahya turned back to his boys to find them shaking their heads. “What?”

“You just gone let shawty walk away like that? Did you see how that ass was sittin’? How those titties were sittin’? Honey was bad as fuck and you let her walk away,” Kevin sucked his teeth.

“Unlike you, I’m a gentleman. Plus, she was in a rush. She’s working.”

“Man, whatever, lets go find somewhere to sit and order some liquid courage. I’m trying to get fucked up tonight.”

The trio settled on a table in the middle of the club after ordering their first round of drinks. They spent a little more money than they wanted but Yahya finally loosened up and started to have a good time. The next morning, he’d probably regret all the alcohol he was consuming to numb his pain. Too much liquor meant making silly decisions; like paying for a private dance in the famous Dream room.

Yahya took a seat on the leather sofa and waited on a dancer. He had opted for the Friday night surprise, instead of asking one of the dancers on the floor for private time. The door opened and the woman who had run into him earlier that night closed the door behind her.

“Oh, you again,” she said with a grin.

“You act like that’s a problem,” Yahya laughed, licking his lips. His eyes were low from all the alcohol he had consumed that night. “Maybe this time I can catch your name, sweetheart.”

“A dancer never tells anyone her real name. I go by Cakes.” She stood in front of Yahya’s long legs, placing her hands on his knees. Anywhere by 112 started playing over the speakers. “This is one of my favorites.”

“Mine too.”

Candace tried to shake whatever connection she was having with this random man at the club. It was her first night back in two years and the first rule of Dynasty was to not fall for these randoms in the the club. They didn’t see you as anything else but a hoe in the strip club. Besides, things were on the upside with Maxwell.. at least for the time being. The only reason she had come back to Dynasty was to get enough money to pay up her tuition and put funds into her savings account for her moves after graduation. That was it. Candace had no room to be greedy because this was one secret she did not want getting back to her parents.

Rolling her body, Candace kept her eyes on the customer, dragging her hips to the seductive beat.

Maybe the long drive down to LA would be worth it.

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nanawritesstuff · 4 years

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of peace and devotion (nsfw)| December 28th, MadaSakuWeekend 2019

@madasakuweek thank you for organising and motivating us all to write!! I know I’ve been lazy, and this weekend truly stirred the madasaku pot and had me cooking!

prompts, December 28th: yandere au, possessive, "you belong to me" Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: MadaSaku

Rating: 18+/Explicit

Word Count: 6947

Summary: Soulmates don’t mean much to Sakura, who’s never fallen in love. After she catches her boyfriend cheating, she wonders if she’s really meant for love. What will she do then, when it quite literally stumbles through her door? | sequel to of war and peace

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, mild language, OOC behaviour, modern au, hints of very soft yandere behaviour...if you squint, cliche, Sakura deserves a soft Madara!! I'm just cold and lonely leave me to my soft things!!

a/n: that was the most cliched summary I’ve written in my life, this is what happens when you watch too many kdramas

In Sakura's world, at this very moment in time–the term soulmates holds very little meaning.

As she steps through the doors to the elevator, grocery bag in hand, her mind recalls the unpleasant events of the previous week. The week itself had started out like every other one; early shifts, her usual patients, nothing too unusual apart from a few bumps here and there that she had no trouble dealing with. And now, on this chilly Tuesday, she gets to be home on Christmas Eve.

Alone.

This was the one unexpected bump in her plans. Something she hadn't even thought of, so she couldn't have planned for it–to catch her boyfriend of six months in the break room with his mouth glued to the new nurse's neck. She had stood there, watching them go at it for a whole minute before Ami had spotted her and shrieked. It was only the dawning horror in her eyes as she heard Sasori stammer out his pitifully weak excuses that told Sakura the girl hadn't known about the handsome redheaded doctor's girlfriend: her, Haruno Sakura.

Something Sasori must have been only too happy to take advantage of, she's sure.

That is why Sakura had accepted her tearful apologies with a stiff smile and continued on with her day. Ino, as soon as she found out, dragged her to the cafe, attempting to coax out the tears and curses with cold doughnuts–a reaction that just wouldn't come. That particular bit was reserved for her evening shower. Sakura was sad, yes and quite disappointed with how things turned out. Their relationship, while far from perfect, had been important to her. She had been trying to meet his expectations since before they even started dating but Sasori's nitpicking never ended; his complaints about her working too much had been increasing by the day. He also thought they weren't having enough sex.

'I guess he went fishing,' she thinks with only a slightly bitter sigh. They were never going to last, and she should have accepted it sooner. But it had been comfortable. It had been safe. And now it's over. All her life, she’s felt as if something’s been missing. As if she’s forgotten something, as if she’s been waiting for something to come back to her.

She realizes she's been standing in front of her door for more than a few minutes, and the sound of a shuffle reaches her ears, drawing her eyes towards it. Eyes the deepest shade of dark ink, brows furrowed in concern and a slender mouth curled into a gentle smile.

"You've been standing there for about five minutes," he says in lieu of a greeting. She blinks rapidly, shaking off the melancholic energy and smiling back at her neighbour.

"Itachi-san! I see you've got the evening off." She eyes his sleek jacket, sniffing as the subtle notes of his familiar cologne reach her. The plastic container in his hands looks out of place in the impeccable image he makes. "Off to see Izumi-san?"

"Ah. Our families are finally having dinner together," he divulges with a nervous little smile before holding the box out towards her. "And these are for you. I received the batch yesterday."

"Gingerbread cookies?" she guesses, her eyes lighting up at once as if she's been handed the one ring to rule them all. "Thank you. Your uncle is an angel."

"Just make sure you actually eat something before opening those bottles," he says sternly, with a pointed look at the wine bottles in her grocery bag. Sakura can't help but laugh nervously and shift the bag out of view in a futile attempt at hiding the contents from view. “And please don’t call him my uncle.”

"But he is your uncle, isn’t he? Also, don't tell Sasuke? You know he'll nag. And send Naruto."

"Alright. Only because I know you need space. Just take care and text one of us if you need anything. I'll be crashing at my parents'." He gives her a supportive pat on the back before continuing on, and Sakura adores him for trying. Itachi has been worried about her since she told him about The Break-Up, and he's also the only one who understood her when she said she felt more relief than sorrow.

"Will do. Good luck, I hope you have a wonderful evening," Sakura calls out after him before unlocking her door. Stepping into the darkened entrance, she fumbles for the light switch as she slips out of her shoes, wrestling with her puffy. Her apartment is completely silent, and it bothers her less than she thought it would. With a silent apology to her worrywart neighbour, she starts looking for the wine opener.

She does break into the box of cookies first. One of the small traditions she looks forward to every Christmas since she was twelve. The first time she tried these was in 6th grade when Sasuke brought some to class. One bite and she begged her grumpy friend for some every single year. His uncle bakes them for the entire family and ever since he found out how crazy she is about them, he makes sure to send some for her too.

Two glasses in, she's pleasantly buzzed and curled up in her soft blanket, her laptop open on her lap. The first Harry Potter movie plays on the screen, and it reminds her of Sasori and how he hates the entire series. If he had been here, he would have insisted on watching something she has very little interest in herself. It's alarming how she's finding more pros to ending things with him by the hour, but than can only be a good thing now that he's out of her personal life.

The forty text messages from him are going to stay unread.

Just as she's contemplating getting another snack before she starts the second movie, the doorbell rings, and at first, she thinks she's imagined it. It's 12:04 on the clock, and if Ino had been planning to drop in at midnight, she would have texted first. It rings again, and Sakura starts to feel uneasy. There's a series of heavy, hurried knocks on the door.

'Please, please don't be Sasori-'

"Oi, Itachi! It's freezing out here, open the fucking door!"

And there's the magic word. Itachi doesn't give his address out to people he doesn't trust, and with how familiar this stranger seems to be with him–it's probably not a serial killer. A peek through the peephole shows unruly ebony strands, and with a deep breath, she opens the door just a crack. There is little point in the cautiousness as the stranger stumbles through the door, trembling violently as he nearly runs her over.

"Took you long enough! I really need to take a-" The man pauses as he finally stands up straight, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, and the girl staring at him in concern. "Uh-you're not Itachi."

"Definitely not," she confirms dryly, crossing her arms over her chest, just tipsy enough to not feel self-conscious about her fuzzy pyjamas and an oversized sweatshirt. She has no idea who he is but Sakura has spent enough time with the Uchiha siblings and their relatives to know one of their clansmen when she sees him. "I'm his neighbour."

"Right, definitely prettier than him. Sorry. Fuck. Oh-sorry about that too," he mutters, a slight flush spreading over the high point of his cheeks. His sheepish tone contrasts greatly with his roguish look. Wild, dark hair that falls to his back. A black leather jacket that does little to hide his well-built form, and unusually deep-set eyes that stay strangely focused on her even as he squirms with discomfort. Her heart races, making her wonder if it's the alcohol or his cologne that's hitting her so hard. "I'm...just gonna go."

"Itachi's not home," she blurts out. "So, um."

"Oh," he sighs. His shoulders slump and she can't help but sympathize. "My bad. I should've checked."

"Yeah. Well, if you need to, you know." She points towards the hallway leading to the bathroom, and he blinks in slight confusion before he gets it.

"Are you sure?" he waits for her nod before he sighs once more, this time with relief, and begins to tug his boots off. "Shit, thanks. I'm really sorry to intrude, I just really need to-"

"Not a problem. It's right down the hallway, first door on the left!" she cuts in with a slight laugh, closing the front door as he hurries off. Just as she thinks to text Itachi, she realises she doesn’t have a name.

She probably shouldn’t trust a stranger this much, but she reasons that it’s Itachi she trusts, so it should be fine to flop back on the couch and resume her drinking.

Light footsteps indicate the not-a-complete stranger’s return, and Sakura turns to study him over the back of the couch. He seems calmer now, looking around her apartment curiously before he turns to smile at her.

“Thanks again. I probably would’ve-if you hadn’t-yeah. Thanks,” he flushes slightly at the sight of her trying and failing to hide a grin before he looks over her head at the coffee table. “Wait-are those Izuna’s cookies?”

“Itachi’s uncle? Yeah,” she affirms with a dreamy smile, reaching for another treat. He makes a weird face at her words.

“Yeah. His uncle.” She cocks a brow at his wince. “Right, I’m-his brother. Madara.”

Sakura can’t quite describe the jolt she feels at his name, and tries to ignore it as she takes the hand he holds out. His palm is warm and dwarfs her own, curling around it gently. Something in her shakes and she wonders if she’s always been so nervous around good-looking men she didn’t grow up with.

The name is a familiar one though, and she's sure it was Shisui who mentioned it. It explains how young he looks–Madara and Izuna are cousins to Itachi and Sasuke's father, born to a father who married quite late, at least according to the older generation's standards. It had the whole clan in quite a tizzy, according to Shisui. She's also sure she isn't supposed to be privy to clan gossip so she's going to keep her mouth shut.

“I’m Sakura.”

He smiles at that, his eyes softening in the dim light of her living room. “Of course it is.”

Her cheeks feel strangely warm and she feels like a fool, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 'But,' the voice in her head that sounds a little like Ino's soothes her. 'Look at him. He's beautiful.'

"So, that makes you the other uncle."

"Ugh," he groans before doing an abrupt turn and smirking wickedly. "So that makes you the girl Sasuke wrote that poem for when he was eight?"

"Why do you know about that?" It's more demand than a question, but Sakura really doesn't bring up that long-buried memory unless it's for the specific aim of tormenting Sasuke.

"Who do you think helped him write it?" he taunts, snickering at her startled expression.

"And to think I'd been so impressed with the big words." Sakura shakes her head with an air of exaggerated disappointment.

"Well, I'm glad to see I got most of it right," he shrugs, the tips of his ears reddening tellingly. "If it’s any consolation, I'm sure he knows them now...I think."

Her responding laugh is cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing again, and they both look at each other as if expecting the other to have expected it. Madara shrugs and she moves to the front door, standing up on the tips of her toes to look through the peephole. Really, what's with her home attracting unexpected guests at–

She whirls around in a panic.

“Everything okay?” he asks quietly as she rushes back, looking like she’s going to throw up.

“Um, yeah. No. I don’t know. It’s my ex.”

“An ex you want to see...?” he trails off.

“Absolutely not,” she mutters, pressing the heels of her palm to her eyes. She can feel a headache coming on with the new arrival and honestly, it is so very like Sasori to drop in without asking, expecting her to be okay with him ruining her night. Madara watches her freak out for a few seconds before nodding resolutely.

“Okay. Leave it to me.” Sakura makes a grab for his arm as he moves towards the door, trying to tug him in the opposite direction.

“What are you doing?” she hisses.

“Well, I owe you one. And I can’t just leave you to deal with an ex you clearly don’t want to see–especially at this time of the night,” he explains easily, trying to tug his arm from her grip. He tries to uncurl her fingers from where they’re digging into his bicep, and she nearly jumps when their hands touch once more. It's only now that she realizes how close they are, and that she's nearly hanging off his arm in an attempt to stop him from opening the door. "Hey, it's okay. I'll take care of it."

He looks back to wink at her before bending over to slide his boots on, and Sakura has to nearly tear her eyes away from the ridiculously appealing sight. He reaches the door and unlocks it deftly, and she's thankful for him looking away, because that was nearly devastating enough to make her forget about why he’s answering her door.

Then she hears the one voice she absolutely did not want to hear again, at least until she goes back to work tomorrow.

“Saku-you’re not Sakura,” she hears Sasori say, and she can imagine his disgruntled expression with perfect ease.

“Definitely not,” Madara says in an echo of her own words, and she can’t help the subtle smile that stretches across her mouth. “Can I help you?”

“Who are you?”

“None of your business.”

“It is if you’re at my girlfriend’s house at this time of the night.”

At that Sakura steps up next to Madara, crossing her arms in annoyance and trying not to blush when Madara slides his arm around her. He keeps his hand on the curve of her waist, his touch gentle and loose, but mostly reassuring. It also serves to annoy Sasori greatly, who looks like he can't quite believe what he's seeing.

“Ex-girlfriend. What do you want?” she snaps. She's sure he didn't leave anything at her place.

“Sakura, who is this?”

“Like he said, it’s none of your business.” She shivers a little and Madara tugs her closer, moving his hand to rub it over her arm in quick, light movements. She's a little amazed at how warm he is and quite upset that she has to stand in the cold because Sasori can't speak quickly enough.

"Um, well, I was just at a party at Hidan's." Who happens to live nearby. "And I was just...wondering if I could crash here. I thought we could talk."

For a long moment, Sakura can't quite bring herself to say anything. Not because she's considering saying yes–but because the nerve of this man has, not for the first time, left her speechless.

"Sasori, we-"

"I know, I know," he grumbles. He then shrugs and grins in a way she had once thought was charming, leaning in slightly. "Your place was just closer than mine-"

"And no longer accessible," Madara cuts in. "Goodnight." He tries to move them back so he can close the door, but Sasori interrupts the motion with a hand on the door.

"I'll take the couch!" Sasori pushes back against the door. "Sakura, babe, we've-"

"Alright," Madara steps out the door instead, forcing Sasori to take a few steps back. "Why don't have a little talk?" He turns to a confused looking Sakura, gesturing for her to go inside. "I'll be right in, sweetheart. Don't worry." He doesn't wait for her to reply, closing the door before she can say anything. Sakura stands with her ear pressed to the wood for over a minute, but doesn't hear a thing. She goes back to the couch, trying to figure out if this was really okay, but Madara comes back in before she can come to an actual conclusion.

"Well, he's a prick."

"I realize that now," she says, looking him over for any signs of damage. "Sorry, did he give you any trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle. And you don't need to thank me either," he adds before she can even begin to come up with a way to express her gratitude. She also realizes that they're both alone once again, and despite how nice he seems, Madara is still a stranger. He looks a bit awkward, looking as if he doesn't know what to do with himself, or his hands which clench and unclench before he shoves them into the pockets of his jacket.

"Um, I should probably wait a few minutes before leaving...did Itachi say what time he'd be back?"

"He said he's going to stay at his parents' tonight," Sakura tells him, wincing at his dismayed expression. "He hasn't given you a spare key?"

"Shisui 'borrowed' it."

"I'm so sorry." She thinks it's a little funny, but works to keep her face sympathetic; Shisui would be extremely amused by the current events.

"That's alright. I think I've intruded enough, so I should probably go."

"Where do you live?" she asks, forehead wrinkled up at the thought of him having to make his way home in this weather. Sasori lives about ten minutes away–which is why she hadn’t been worried about him, she tells her guilty conscious.

"...Senju apartments."

"Fancy. Also on the other side of town," Sakura states flatly. "Did you drive here?"

"Ah."

"In a car?"

"...Bike."

"Right. Look," she begins, unable to actually believe she's doing this. "Just crash here tonight. I'll let Itachi know."

He looks taken aback at her suggestion, and shifts uncomfortably. "I wouldn't want to-"

"It's alright. I'm not comfortable with sending you off into the night," she reasons. "Plus, Itachi and Sasuke are practically family. That makes you...distant family. Sort of. Just-you're welcome to stay if you're comfortable with it."

Madara, who had begun to flush, looks extremely amused by the time she finishes. "Distant family."

"I said, sort of!"

"Hah. Well," he rubs at the back of his head hesitantly. "I guess. You're really okay with it?"

"Really okay with it. One hundred per cent." She waits for him to take his shoes off before herding him towards the couch. "You sleepy?"

"Not really," he admits sheepishly, taking a seat, sitting a little too properly for this time of the night.

"Great. You like Harry Potter?"

"Yeah."

"Wine?"

"Yes," he laughs, accepting the clean glass she brings him.

"Even better. It’s been ages since I had a sleepover. I'll bring more snacks."

The mildly awkward atmosphere dissolves quickly as they begin watching the movie, and Sakura's pleased to see her new companion loosen up and put his feet up on the coffee table. In an unexpected turn of events, she's found a new companion who's up for binge-watching the entire series, which is a little too ambitious for someone who has to work the next day. They open a new bottle as they express their mutual disappointment at the wasted potential of Tom Riddle, discuss their own Hogwarts house placements and the first time they read the books–before starting the third movie.

Sakura groans as the light hits her face, turning it to bury her head further into her pillow.

Her pillow, which seems unusually warm and smells like cedarwood. It's only when it shifts under her that her eyes fly open, and in her haste to spring back she tumbles off the bed.

"Ow-" She rubs her backside in slight disgruntlement, glancing up at Madara only to see him yawning widely as he stretches like a contented cat; he smiles softly as he notices her staring. She can't quite get her brain to process what she's seeing–tan skin stretching over long, firm planes of muscle. His wild hair spills over her pillows and she's hit with a memory of nuzzling it, of knowing what it smells like.

"Morning," he mumbles groggily, looking like he's ready to doze off again.

'Ah, fuck.'

"Morning," she replies in a tone a touch too shrill, jumping up when he just blinks at her. "We...uh..."

At her panicked expression, he seems to step out the doors of slumber completely, his cheeks reddening as he realizes she's struggling with their current state of undress. "Yeah. Uh, sorry?

"D-don't apologize," she says, trying to reassure him with a weak smile. "So! Breakfast?"

"Sakura." He sits up, the sheets pooling at his waist and she looks away before she sees more than she can handle. The plain black sweatshirt that was snug on him falls to her thighs when she stands up, and she sees the way his eyes fall to the bare expanse of her legs before he forces them back to her face. "I-I'll take care of that. You okay with scrambled eggs? Tea? Coffee?"

"Um-yeah. Here I'll just..." She looks around the room, spotting his pants by the door. She can't help the way she tugs at the hem of his sweatshirt as she bends her knees, grabbing the jeans. "Here. And–coffee. What can I do to help?"

"You need to be at work by ten, right? You can go get ready, we've got time." It's 8:30 on the clock, but how does he know what time she needs to be at the hospital? Her baffled look must tip him off because he shakes his head in mock seriousness as he washes his hands. "You don't remember that conversation, huh?"

"I'm sure it'll come to me," she sighs. "Alright I'll...go shower." She misses his distracted nod in her haste to retreat to the bathroom, his eyes struggling to focus as she leaves him to his thoughts.

It all does, eventually, come back to her while she's in the shower. She’s grateful for the privacy because she’s convinced Madara would think her a lunatic if he saw her smiling so hard.

(flashback, nsfw content ahead)

"Madara?" she asks, lifting her head off his shoulder so she could look at him. They sit side by side, watching the credits scroll past as they contemplate moving. Sakura’s cuddled into his side, unable to muster the will to move away from his warmth.

"Hm?"

"Have we met before?" The question has been on her mind since she first saw him earlier. He seems so familiar, but she’s unsure if it’s just because of his features, which do remind her of Itachi.

Her question is met with a slow blink as they both sit up a little straighter. "Could have. At birthday parties, maybe?"

She purses her lips at the thought, trying to recall any interactions that might have taken place in the past. Madara watches her for a moment, as she chews on her bottom lip, before tapping her chin to interrupt the rough treatment of her mouth. She’s struck by the urge to flick her tongue against the pad of his thumb, and the thought has her squirming in embarrassment. He looks completely serious, while she’s over here thirsting.

"Would you believe me if I said...I feel like I've been looking for you?" he asks hesitantly, flushing deeply when she looks amused. "Ugh, that sounds way cornier than it was intended to. I'm serious!"

She sobers up at his firm tone, studying his features in the dim light of the lamp. She smooths his bangs away from his eyes, feeling slightly overwhelmed when he takes the hand tucking his hair behind his ear in his own, lacing his fingers with hers.

"...I think I would," she whispers, mirroring his own tiny smile. "Then, would you believe me if I said I feel like I've been waiting for you?" She's only half-teasing. She feels at home, sitting next to him, arguing with him over fictional characters and concepts, watching him tap his feet to background music, eating cookies they're both shamelessly obsessed with.

Her heart feels warm and full when he kisses the back of her hand.

"I think I would," he says, his smiling turning embarrassed and shy and so soft that she can't help but lean in and press her lips to it, her heart pounding madly when he melts into it, into her. He groans low when she climbs into his lap, tilting his head to deepen the meeting of their mouths.

Desire drips into a pool at the bottom of her spine, where his hands splays and glides up to rest at the nape of her neck, tangling in messy, rosy strands. They kiss, and they kiss until her lips feel numb and her mind is muted for the first time in what feels like ages.

The first grind of her hips against his feels electric and the helpless way he bucks his hips up is something she wants to see repeated. He clutches her to him, peppering hot kisses down the slender slope of her neck and she knows what she wants. "Be-bedroom."

He stills, tilting his head back until the tip of his nose brushes hers. His eyes are reminiscent of hot pools of obsidian, and she thinks she would be okay with drowning in them. "Are you sure?"

"I want this." His mouth perks up even as he presses it to her jaw, winding her legs around his waist as he rises from the sofa with her holding on. Long fingers dig into the plump flesh of her rear, keeping her close and whimpering.

"Wait. Are you sure?"

His responding chuckle is edged with roughness, but not a straight enough answer. Once again, he manages to steal her breath before it can form words, sliding her lower against his body until she can feel him pressing into her, hard and straining.

"Oh. Okay," she gasps, pushing back into it until he stumbles with a curse, pressing her back into her bedroom door as he kisses her deeply, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.

"Keep that up and we'll never get to the bed," he groans, grinding into her urgently as she nibbles on the shell of his ear.

"That's fine, just-fuck." She loses her train of thought when his hands squeeze her ass warningly.

"I'm not fucking you against a door," he says firmly, cutting her off with a quick kiss when she tries to protest. "Not the first time."

And so he fumbles with the door handle as his teeth dig into her skin, stumbling in blindly. He tosses her on the bed, reaching for the collar of his sweatshirt and sliding it off swiftly. Her mouth waters at this unveiling of his chiselled form, torn between reaching out to run her greedy fingers over it and reaching for her own clothes. He makes the decision for her by sliding his fingers underneath the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head. Warmth flushes down from her cheeks to her chest when she realizes she had forgone a bra earlier, leaving the upper half of her body exposed to his burning gaze.

The moment his chest presses into hers, warm desire spreads down to the tips of her toes. It sinks into her bones as he kisses her temple, her cheeks, her lips. He carves a fervent path down her neck, teeth and tongue leaving hints of their efforts behind in blooming marks. The first curl of his tongue around a taut nipple has her gasping loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair as he splits his attention between her breasts.

His journey around her body continues with kisses down the soft planes of her abdomen until he reaches her waistline. Her heart pounds madly as she lifts her hips, allowing him to tug her pyjamas down her legs, followed by her underwear. It leaves her squirming beneath his gaze until he bends over her to press his lips to hers.

"You're so beautiful, darling," he groans, his hands gliding down her waist and back up. "Can I taste you?" He waits for her slow nod, smiling as he climbs back down, spreading her legs until he's found himself a spot between them. Sakura, who waits breathlessly for that first contact, nearly yelps when she feels his teeth sink into the tender flesh of her inner thigh instead. He soothes the spot with his tongue, and just as she settles down with the comforting motion she feels a languid lick along her slick sex that steals any capacity for thought still present in her head.

Lifting up on her elbows proves to be disastrous for her heart: he locks eyes with her as he licks fervidly into her, his eyes crinkling and lips twisting wickedly.

Sakura thinks she might have invited the devil into her bed.

He doesn't let her move until she's dripping with her desire, pushed to the brink of madness and digging her heels into his shoulders. He's unfazed by her pleading, coaxing and tonguing but never letting her tip over.

"Madara, Mad-fuck, please, please," she whimpers, one hand clenched around her sheets and the other smacking into the headboard.

"You need to tell me what you want, babygirl," he laughs, drawing slow, torturous circles around her clit.

"Fuck me, fuck me, please." She's practically begging but she needs this. She thinks she might actually wither away if he doesn't let her come. She feels him move, blinking her tears away so she can watch him slide his pants off and reach for his wallet. She's never felt more focused as she watches him tug the boxer-briefs down, freeing his straining erection and leaving her swallowing with one motion.

Sitting up, she reaches for him as he tears the foil square open carefully, but he stops her with a hand curling around her wrist. He brings her hand up to this mouth, kissing the back of it and urging her back down. "Later."

Any arguments she might have had are ripped away when she feels him at her entrance, rubbing the tip of his head against her slickness. When he pushes through her slit, tearing a moan from the depths of her throat, he kisses the corner of her mouth softly. She's convinced no one has ever felt this good, and no one ever will.

He's watching her, she realizes belatedly. She reaches up to cup his cheek, smiling faintly as he kisses her palm quickly, as he waits for her to adjust around him.

"Is this okay?" he asks, dropping his forehead to hers, his muscles straining as he keeps himself from moving. She pulls him close, leaving open-mouthed kisses over his tense shoulders.

"It's perfect." She pushes up, her walls squeezing tight and a startled groan escapes him before he pulls back and snaps his hips into hers–over and over again, aimed to tear her apart and make his mark in the very depths of her until she's shattering to pieces around him and trembling in his arms. He whispers softly, incoherently as he thrusts frantically, and she kisses him through his unravelling.

She curls into a ball, after, nearly vibrating her contentment when she feels his fingers in her hair, rubbing at her scalp. Madara proves himself to be a cuddler when he moulds himself to her back, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. "Okay, I have a confession."

She turns around in his arms, raising a brow at his conflicted expression.

"I...have seen you before."

"Oh?" she lifts up onto an elbow, watching him struggle with his words. She's filled with curiosity because she's certain she'd never seen Madara before today. He’s not someone she would forget.

"Yeah. It was at your graduation party a few years back. The one you all had at Fugaku’s place," he tells her, his eyes unfocused as he thinks back to the time. "We didn't actually meet, but that was... I thought you were beautiful even then."

It’s strange to hear him address the older man so casually when he’s closer in age to her than Fugaku, but then they are cousins.

"Oh." She rests her head in her palm. "Let me guess–and you've been smitten ever since?" She shouldn't tease when he's being so serious, but she's come to really enjoy his blushing responses–a reaction she doesn't get this time. Instead, he meets her eyes steadily, if a bit solemnly.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Madara!" She laughs, pinching his cheek, prompting him to smile as well.

“You don’t believe me.” He sighs, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Mhm. I'm glad you got the wrong door," she whispers, feeling him smile against her skin.

"Me too." She sighs and presses her face to his chest, snuggling closer when he winds his arms around her. They’re quiet for a while, and just before she slips into sleep, he speaks up.

"Sakura?"

"Hm?

"Meeting you like this...being so close to you," he shifts slightly, pressing his lips to her hair. "Right now, I almost feel like...you belong to me." His admission is said so lowly that she nearly misses it. "And I belong to you. Is that strange?"

She smiles drowsily, tilting her head back to kiss him, soft and slow. "No, I think it's lovely."

"I think you're lovely." She can’t keep her eyes open, drifting into the dark with warmth all around her. “And...I don’t think I want to let you go.”

“...Then don’t.”

For the first time in a long time, she's smiling as she falls asleep.

Sakura's still smiling as she steps out of the shower. Wiping her hand over the fogged up mirror, she squints at her reflection. She looks bright, despite a terrible headache, and she feels warm–on the inside and out; her skins nearly burns when she spots the marks over her collarbone and thighs.

Waking up to soft greetings, offers of breakfast and a very pleasant ache between her thighs–it's something new, but it's nice. Madara is nice.

'And I'm fucked. Literally and figuratively'

But is she? She may have started him by kissing him, but he more than reciprocated. She's never felt more loved, and that includes actual relationships. Then there were the mind-melting things he said. A bit intense, but they were both more than a little dazed in the aftermath.

She’s a little worried about starting something this soon after ending things with Sasori, but– and she may be speaking too soon, but she never felt this way with Sasori. The redhead had started their relationship, dictated most of it, and she had been okay with it, accepting that she’s not the sort to take charge when it comes to this stuff.

But with Madara? She feels the sparks of excitement. She wants. So many things. So badly. She should, however, take it slow. A little too late, but she should still try. The man might be more than a little alarmed if he finds out just how into him she already is.

Her stomach growls loudly as she follows the smell of frying bacon to the kitchen. And there he is, the man in question, arranging food on two plates, her coffee ready on the side. His hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, his pants tight around his waist–and backside–and Sakura nearly swoons at the sight of him.

“Are you real?” she asks, completely serious.

“Real enough to have burnt the toast a little,” he answers with a sheepish grin. She hands him his sweatshirt apologetically, but he's unfazed as he pulls it on easily.

She wonders if this is all very normal for him, and the thought stings a little.

“I like it burnt.” She shrugs and pauses as she reaches the counter. She turns around to see him watching her; with a quick prayer to whoever’s listening and a hand on his shoulder, she rises up on the tips of her toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

His fingers curl around her wrist before she can step out of his space, his eyes searching her face before he pulls her close. She should be alarmed by how natural it feels to have his arms around her and his lips coaxing her mouth open. In the light of the morning, he kisses her softly; once more, she’s filled with a yearning that makes her ache.

In what’s quickly turning into an irritating pattern, her phone rings. A quick glance at the screen assuages her annoyance, but she still has to take a deep breath before answering.

“Morning, Itachi. Happy Christmas!”

“Happy Christmas. I just saw your text. Is Madara still there?”

“Uh, yeah, he is.”

“Alright. I’m nearly on our floor. See you in a minute.”

“Wait-“

But he’s hung up already, and she turns to see Madara sipping at what looks like green tea, failing to hide his disappointment.

“I heard.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, moving towards the entrance, then doubling back and pulling Madara into a quick, hard kiss that leaves him slack-jawed. “Sorry.”

“Please don’t be,” he murmurs hoarsely, making grabby hands at her as she skips away. Beaming, she opens the door to Itachi’s suspicious eyes and boxes of what she’s sure are his mother’s cooking.

“Yes, this is for you,” Itachi says before she can ask, moving past her to peer into her apartment. “Ah. There you are.”

“Morning.”

“Good morning,” Itachi looks from his uncle to Sakura, as if expecting more. “I’m going to go ahead get it out of the way–did you guys...?”

“Yes.”

“N-What!” Sakura squeaks, glaring at Madara when she spots the grin he tries to hide behind his cup.

“Right. Okay. Well, I’m gonna go get some more sleep. Sakura, have a nice day at work. Madara, let's go. Bring the plate, I’ll return it later.” Itachi doesn’t seem to be asking, and Madara, to her surprise, does as the other man says. They stare at each other for a few seconds, before Itachi raises a brow and turns to leave. A tiny smirk curls along his mouth, and she knows she can expect a call from Shisui within the hour.

The second he’s out Madara’s arms around her and his lips are on hers.

“Have dinner with me,” he asks as soon as he pulls away, his eyes wide with hope.

“Tonight?” she says, her answer clear when she kisses him again. Madara grins down at her, pulling her in for a hug that leaves her gasping for breath as she laughs.

“I’ll pick you up.”

Bonus:

“He made you breakfast?” Shisui asks over the phone, for the third time.

“Yes, Shisui. Honestly, it’s not like he gave me a manicure! Why are you so surprised?” Sakura glances around to ensure there aren't any eavesdroppers as she exits the elevator in the hospital. Ino has the evening shift, so she didn't get a chance to talk to her. She's not sure what she would even say. Her entire day had been a struggle with focus, but she had managed to keep the Madara-related thoughts at bay until the end of her shift.

And then she called the one person who could give her some insight.

“Because! Madara does not make people breakfast. In the rare occasions that he does spend time with them, he exits those occasions as quickly as humanly possible.”

“So he’s...”

“Not a dick! Not exactly. He’s just had a hard time getting emotionally involved with partners. You’re sure it was him? Not Izuna?”

“Yes, Shisui, of course, I’m sure!”

“Okay, okay. Hm. I think...he might like you?”

“Yeah?” she can't help but smile as she opens the door to her car, flinging her bag inside.

“Yeah. Weird.”

“Why is it weird?”

“You’re going to be Itachi and Sasuke’s aunt-“

“Uchiha Shisui! Don’t even put that crap in my head.” It's way too early to even go there.

“Fine, I won’t. But what will you do about the crap in his head?”

“I’m sure there’s nothing like that! At least, I won’t know until I talk to him. Which won’t be possible until dinner tonight. I also need his number. Which is why I called you.”

“Ah, right. You were so preoccupied with his mouth that you forgot to even ask for his number?”

Sakura makes a silent vow to punch him the next time she sees him.

“...I’ll text it to you. Are we telling Itachi you're planning on asking his uncle out?”

“...not yet.” She's not sure how her friend would react. Itachi has always been a supportive presence in her life, but he didn't actually say anything this morning.

“It's not like he'll be surprised!”

“Probably. But let me talk to Madara first!” She gets inside and closes the door, leaning back and closing her eyes tiredly.

“Fine, fine. If he’s an ass to you, let me know. I’ll...tell Izuna.”

“I’m hurt. You won’t even kick his ass yourself?” she teases.

“Not when I know I won’t escape with my limbs unbroken. Your new flame is a scary dude, you know.”

“Please. Are you forgetting I’ve met the guy? He’s one of the nicest men I’ve ever met.”

“...Madara...nicest...Is-is this what they call a Christmas Miracle?”

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‘Scaredy Cat’

Prompt: November 14, ‘Scarecrow’

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k (thank you, brain)

Warning: None :)

A/N: Happy reading!

Kindergarten

It was your first field trip of the year. You were going to a pumpkin patch with a bunch of classmates you barely knew.

The worst for you was the fact that you had to use the buddy system. You wouldn't be bothered by that fact if you got to pair with your friends. But no, you had to be paired up with the only kid you hadn't talked to yet. Peter Parker.

A lot of the girls in your class had considered him the cutest, you were just disgusted by the fact that they had a crush.

Now that everyone was set up with their buddies, everyone had been instructed to race through the corn maze. Neither of you cared if you won or not, just that you didn't want to spend any more time with each other than you had to. Then you heard a girly shriek. You looked over and saw Peter standing next to a scarecrow with a weird look on his face.

"Scaredy cat," you muttered loud enough that he could hear.

"Am not."

"Are too." And with that, he started chasing you through the maze - determined to catch the girl who made fun of him.

That day a friendship bloomed, a friendship that would last through the darkest nights and the brightest days.

6th Grade (Middle School)

Every year since kindergarten, May and your mother would take you to the pumpkin patch in the fall - to keep up with tradition. Of course, each year you would go into the corn maze and make subtle insults about each other to recreate your first time there.

This year you had a challenge to add to pumpkin carving. You wanted to carve each other into the pumpkins. This obviously went very poorly, considering you both had the art skills of a drunken parakeet.

While laughing, you started to see him in a new light. How he scrunched his nose when he laughed. The way he looked whenever he got so excited. The way he cared about everyone so close to him.

Oh no. You have a crush.

Freshman Year

You had recently taken a liking to the crime-fighting superhero of Queens, Spider-Man. Peter almost said something every time you brought him up. Until you started rambling for around fifteen minutes about something to do with the web-fluid mechanism.

"You know, I feel like I know more about Spider-Man, so I think I'm right about this one, Peter. Honestly, you just got to admit you're wrong sometimes-"

"I'm Spider-Man, so I think I know how it's made." He realized what he had said the second it came out of his mouth. You just stood in your room, mouth open in shock and eyes-widened.

"I swear to God Y/N if you tell anyone I will never talk to you again!"

"But my best friend is the Spider-Man! How am I not going to tell everyone?!" He looked at you desperately. He just wanted to walk over and slap a hand over your mouth.

"Fine, fine. But you definitely need to show the web-fluid mixture sometime." He just chuckled and changed the subject.

"You know we don't have any classes together this year, right?"

"Yeah I know, but we each have a few classes with Ned, so that's a plus."

"I also have every class with Liz, so hopefully something happens." There was nothing at that moment that you wanted to do more than fall to the floor and cry. How could you forget about Liz? The one girl you had always been jealous of just so happened to catch Peter's eye. You waited until he left to cry. To let all your emotions float through the room. You wished you could move on, but he just had to keep being the amazing person he is, didn't he?

Senior Year

There were only two things you were looking forward to this year: pumpkin patch with Peter, and graduating from this hell-hole building called 'Midtown High School'. But when you asked about it, he apparently had other plans.

"When are we going to the pumpkin patch?" A guilty look immediately washed over his face.

"I kind of already went with MJ." In that moment you felt like had lost your best friend. The one thing that you had left with him, and he just threw it out the window.

"Oh, well, that's okay. We always have next year." When you said it, you knew it wasn't true. You felt yourself start to tear up. You kept composed, even though you just lost the boy who had stolen your six years ago. You started to drift away and definitely separated when you graduated.

He felt a hole swell in his heart. Like he was missing something. Then it hit him like a freight train. He knew what was missing: You.

College: Freshman Year

It had been a while since you had even thought about your 'best friend'. On the other hand for Peter, you hadn't left his mind for a second.

You weren't looking in front of you as you walked around campus, which led you to run straight into someone.

"Peter?!"

"Y/N..."

"It's been so long!" You said as you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. You start walking and talking about what has been going on in your chaotic lives.

"How is your Aunt May?"

"She's good. How are your parents?"

"Uh, my mom is sick right now but otherwise okay." You ended up walking to the campus diner.

"Well, we might as well go in," he said quietly, "I seem to remember you are a milkshake addict."

"Ah, your memory is doing quite well I see." You two talked until it was pitch black outside and you were being shooed out of the restaurant.

"Hey, do you need me to walk you home? I don't want you to get hurt or anything."

"Oh, no it's okay. I can just call my boyfriend." This time it was his turn to be heartbroken. He held the same brave face you had all those years.

The only good thing for him was being able to finally talk to you again.

College: Senior Year

You both finally graduated, and neither you nor Peter were dating anyone. Now it was just time for one of you to man-up. You had decided to get homemade presents for each other. You made a scrapbook from kindergarten to now.

He was shaking out of nervousness. He didn't exactly want to give you your present. He was putting his heart out there to take if you wanted to. He was about to throw it away and get something else when he heard a knock at his door.

"How about you open mine first? Just so we get the cringe over with." You say excitedly. He grabbed it from you with no hesitation and ripped away the paper like a kid on Christmas. A tear almost fell down his cheek as he relived the memories.

"This is... Wow, it's amazing! Mine is horrible in comparison. You probably just shouldn't even open!" He rambled on.

"It can't possibly be that bad, Peter." When you took the present, he felt as if he was going to cry - knowing you weren't going to feel the same way.

You the small box and were greeted with multiple letters, starting with:

These are little notes of all the things I've ever wanted to say to you, so please don't hate me if you don't feel the same way!

Love, Peter

It was love letter after love letter. You let a few tears shed knowing you couldn't stop them even if you wanted to. After reading them, you basically pounced on him - not knowing how to express your love the same way he did.

"I was always just scared you weren't going to feel the same way," he muttered quietly.

"Scaredy cat," you said looking back at the memory.

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bunnitears · 5 years

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Nervous Habit

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Has your mom ever told you to never talk to people you don't know? "Y/N, you can never talk to strangers. You don't know what they're thinking." My mom would tell me that a lot as a child and I've always listened. Actually, it's now developed into a sort of problem.

I'm afraid of men. There. It's out in the open. And before somebody out there gets offended, I want to explain myself, without going into too much detail, that is.

I was hurt. I know, it's cliche, at least in my mind. "A young girl was victimized and was traumatized beyond repair." That sounds like the plot of almost every episode of Law and Order. But, it's my reality and I can't change the past. People tell me I can change the future, and sure, I absolutely can. But do I want to?

Not really… I don't see a need to try and conquer my fear. I'm not interested in dating or meeting a guy for any reason. And unfortunately, I'm just not romantically attracted to girls. Though sometimes I wish I was, I'm just not. And I don't want to try and date anyone I'm not attracted to. That's not fair for anybody involved. I'll settle for having close friends.

Speaking of close friends, the only one who knows of my fear is my best friend Maya. She's a Bengal cat shifter, and even though I'm a boring old human, we've been best friends for 7 years and counting.

We met in maybe 6th grade biology and bonded over knowing absolutely nothing about biology. And not really caring about it, either. We've been by each other's side ever since.

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12 Days Until Christmas

Maya and I have plans to go out for coffee and get some shopping done. We've decided to meet at the coffee shop down the street from my house around noon. When it's not too busy and not too cold as the sun is still out.

As I'm finishing getting ready, putting on a final coat of mascara, I see Maya's face pop up on my phone next to me.

"Hey hey!" I say cheerily as I put Maya on speaker. I'm really starting to get into the Christmas spirit.

"Hi…" Maya says. I immediately notice that she doesn't sound too good. Her voice sounds like the equivalent of tires rolling on gravel, just hoarse and crunchy.

"Maya are you alright? You don't sound too great." She starts to answer but is cut off by a coughing fit.

"Yeah… I'm okay. I just have a cold. I don't think I can go shopping today though…"

"Maya, of course you can't, you need to rest. Do you need any help? I can come over if you want." I tell her.

"No, please don't worry. Minhyuk's gonna come over after work. I'll be alright." Minhyuk is Maya's boyfriend. They've been together so long, maybe 3 years at this point. It's pretty incredible.

Seeing them together and almost nauseatingly happy, it sort of makes me yearn for somebody to hold. But, that would mean talking to somebody, and having social anxiety as bad as I do, that's not an easy task.

I can't even order coffee in person. I order online and pick it up to avoid talking to anybody. And before you say it, I do realize it's a problem, but it's easier to be alone. I can look for my Prince Charming later.

"Okay good," I start. "I'm sure with him by your side you'll be up and running by tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure. He always makes me feel better." She says. There was an attempt at a laugh, but that just turns into a lot of painful sounding coughs.

"But Y/N, can you do me a small favor?" Maya asks.

"Yeah Maya, whatever you need." And I do mean that. She is my best (and maybe only) friend after all.

"Can you please, please, pretty please woth a cherry on top, promise me that you'll go outside today." I should've known.

"I don't want you cooped up inside your apartment all day long. It's not healthy." I realize Maya is only looking out for me, but I like staying inside and I don't think she gets that. Even after knowing me for as long as she has.

"Maya, it's not a big deal…" I say. "But for you, I'll go out and do some shopping, okay? I'll even talk to somebody."

Do I mean that?

"Okay good! Great! Thanks Y/N, you know I'm only looking out for you. I'll text you later, okay?" Maya says sleepily.

"Okay, feel better Maya. Keep me posted. Bye."

No. I didn't mean what I said. Do I feel bad for lying to her? Absolutely. But I had to. Maya is often my only reason for going outside and if she knew how mad my social anxiety has been these past few weeks she'd be disappointed in me. She may even be mad at me. It's just easier if she thinks I can still go out and function.

I even work from home as a freelance proofreader. I already have my dream job - I'm reading for a career. I love it.

I make enough to sustain myself and put something away for savings. I don't have a car to make payments on. I have no pets to care for. I'm not strapped for cash.

I'm comfortable. I hardly leave my apartment unless I'm actually craving sunlight, but I'm happy with my life.

Although, maybe a pet wouldn't be so bad. My aunt has three dogs and she just adores them like her own children. Seeing her with them makes me think it may be a good idea to rescue a furry friend to keep my company. I've never really had a pet before, anyway.

I think I'll look into adopting a pet of some kind. I've heard they are theraputic after all and I'm sure Maya would say I could use some therapy.

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Four Days Until Christmas

"Maybe a cat would suit you better, you don't do the whole… "outside" thing and dogs need to go outside."

Maya says as she takes a bite of her turkey sandwich. Maya is finally feeling better and she asked me out for lunch on this very snowy winter day. I haven't been outside since before Maya got sick a little over two weeks ago. Adding that to the 3 weeks before she got sick that I didn't go outside, I haven't been outside in approximately… a sickeningly long amount of time. I know, pathetic. But I'd never tell Maya about it. She'd get angry and frustrated with me. It's not worth it.

For her sake, I told her I've been out of the house for at least an hour every other day and that seemed to ease her mind.

"You know what, that's probably a better idea." I say before taking a sip of my hot chocolate. I look at Maya as her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. I can practically see the wheels turning in her head at the revelation she seems to have stumbled upon.

"Actually, you know what!" She starts.

Staring straight into my eyes she nearly shouts,

"You should adopt a Hybrid!"

My own eyes widen at her comment. Adopt a Hybrid? I'm not sure about the social norms in your society, but in mine, Hybrids are tetering on the line between normal civilian and property. As barbaric as that sounds, it's just the truth of the matter.

While Shifters like Maya are widely accepted because of their ability to hide their animal counterparts almost completely, Hybrids are a different story. Hybrids have their ears, tails, scales, feathers, and whatever else they could have on full display at all hours of the day and society isn't okay with that.

And adopting a Hybrid is just not right in my eyes. No matter what you are, Human, Hybrid, Dragon, Goblin, you are not to be bought or sold.

"A Hybrid Maya? You know how I feel about that…" I sort of trail off my last statement because she does already know my views on this subject.

"I know, I know, but it's really not as big a deal as you make it out to be. Minhyuk was adopted and he has a great life!" Maya says enthusiastically. Minhyuk does have a great life. He was lucky enough to have a great owner named Jooheon who treats Minhyuk like he would a brother. But there's so many Hybrids who arent as lucky.

"I don't know Maya. The idea of "owning" another person is so… pre-Civil War-esque."

Maya sighs. "Y/N, I know that you know how badly some Hybrids are treated by their owners." She begins.

"But I know that you would never treat anybody badly. You're an amazing person once you break down those walls! I really think you should think about it. There's a lot of Hybrids who need help…"

She gives me a sympathetic smile and places her hand over mine. I know that there's thousands of Hybrids who need good homes. And yes, I know I'm perfectly capable of helping at least one of them.

I'm just afraid. I'm afraid of not being a good owner for them. I'm afraid of disappointing them. I just don't know if I'm a good enough person. But all Maya asked me to do was think about, so I guess I can give her that.

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Christmas Eve

Maya and I spent the rest of lunch that day talking about the pros and cons of adopting a Hybrid and by the end of it, I had made up my mind. I wanted to adopt one. But now that we're walking to the shelter on Christmas Eve, I'm even more depressed. It's freezing out, the snow must be 4 inches thick on the ground, there's people everywhere, and all I can think about is my book nook in my kitchen and the pile of books waiting for me.

Oh, and by the way, I had to make an appointment with a Hybrid Match Specialist at the shelter. They're supposed to help me find the right kind of Hybrid for me. Maya has been trying to explain the different species and subspecies of Hybrids to me as we walk to the shelter, but it's too much information. There's so many kinds! And they're all different in every way.

There's Reptile Hybrids who are better suited for people who like to explore and party. There's Dog Hybrids who work well with energetic, health conscious people. And Cat Hybrids who like someone calm and family oriented. And the list goes on and on.

Maya continues to ramble on about the differences and complexities of each Hybrid species as we finally reach the shelter in the middle of the city. The building in one of the tallest, it looks like nearly 40 stories. Why is this shelter so big, anyway?

I look up at the building towering over me and I'm frozen in my spot, not just from the cold, but from the events that will transpire in less than two hours. Maya continues walking into the building and all I can do is stare up at this building. I may end up leaving with a whole other person that I will be solely responsible for. And it's not just that, what if that person's a man? I really don't mean to be rude, I'm just not comfortable around men and I haven't been in a very long time. I'm horrified of walking into this building and it must show because Maya stands in front of me and takes my gloved hands in hers.

She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and says, "Y/N? Can you hear me?" I'm still looking up at the skyscraper. Thoughts zooming through my mind like a Nascar race. She places a hand on my cheek and lightly forces me to look in her eyes. She flashes me a sympathetic smile.

"If you really don't wanna do this, you don't have to. We can turn around right now and I can take you home." She says gently.

I know I can go home, all of this is voluntary, after all. I'm torn, I feel like I'm at war with myself. On one hand, I can walk into this building and come out with an adoring companion who will be with me until the end of my days. On the other hand, am I willing to let this person into my home? My safe space. The place I cherish and the place I know I can never be harmed? What if this person has ill intentions? What if they just wanna get out of the shelter and will do anything to make that happen? There's so many things that could go wrong, so many ways I could get hurt.

"I wanna do this." I say with a heavy sigh. Maya grips my hand tighter and pulls me by neck into a bone crushing hug. She says she's proud of me, says I won't regret this. I don't believe her, but I'd really, really like to.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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What's the most beautiful thing you've seen in the last week? Snapchats/IG stories my cousin posted of the ocean while she was there earlier this week.

What is beauty, in your opinion? Something you find aesthetically pleasing.

What's your favorite brand of potato chip? Original Ruffles and ranch dip is quite good. Of all the bands you hate, which do you hate the least? I can’t think of any band I hate. There’s bands I don’t like because I just don’t vibe with their music, but I don’t hate them. Do you believe it is possible to know something that's false? Yes?

Does man have free will? Yes. How many people have you ever dated? Two. Would you rather do evil or have evil done to you? Uh, neither... Who's better, Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera? I like songs from both of them. How many friends do you have? Zero. What's worse, algebra or geometry? I hate math, period. We didn’t vibe. Are you a vegetarian of any sort? Nope. What's your sexual orientation? Straight. Who do you look up to? My mom. Should art that does not represent anything be considered art at all? Anything can be considered art. Just because it might not represent anything to you, it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t. People can look at the same thing and see something totally different. Have you ever... Literally wanted to kill someone? Stayed up all night...two nights in a row? Had a near-death experience? Been obsessed with a celebrity? Believed a person to be perfect in every way? <<< Only Jesus. Been hated by the people at an online forum? Planned your own suicide? Had an overwhelming religious experience? Fainted? Had an imaginary friend? Been windsurfing? Volunteered for an organization without having been forced into doing so? Wanted something so badly you'd sell your soul for it? Seen something so disgusting you puked? <<< Pretty damn close. Changed your mind about something important three times in one day? Written anything longer than twenty pages (typed, single-spaced)? Read anything longer than one thousand pages (in one day)? Felt as if you could do anything? Taken a friend on a family trip? Attended a Marxist gathering? Memorized the lyrics to the Internationale? Witnessed a solar eclipse? Fallen asleep during class? Been away from your family for more than six weeks? Which of the following best describes you Simple/Sophisticated Altruistic/Selfish Smart/Dumb <<< Kinda smart, kinda dumb. I feel I’m just average. Cute/Ugly Reader/Writer Math nerd/history buff <<< Neither. Into sports/Into music Unwavering/Impulse Serious/Funny Favorite Type of animal: Dogs and giraffes. Word: *shrug* Number: 8. Music video: I’ll say Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi video because it has Alexander Skarsgard haha. TV show: I have several. Philosopher: I don’t have one. Video/computer game: Mario Bros anything pretty much, Animal Crossing: New Horizons, and The Sims. Sport (to play): None. Sport (to watch): None. Living political figure: I don’t have one. Work of art: The Scream by Edvard Munch. Month of the year: October and December. Name: Alexander. Calculator: Uh, I don’t have a favorite calculator. I just use the one on my phone if I need one. Comic strip: Peanuts.

Enemy: I don’t have any enemies. If I did, I don’t think I’d have a favorite one... Year of your life: I’ll give you a decade: the 90s. Teacher: I’m not in school anymore.

Restaurant: Wingstop. Textbook: Do you crave adventure? I’d like to travel. I really could use a vacay. Do you wear glasses? Yep. What's the purpose of your life? I haven’t figured that out, yet. Do you have moral integrity? Yes. Do you like your family? Yes, I love my family. Do you like yourself? No. :/ Would you ever respond "Yes" to the question "Are you hungry or full?" No? Your religion? Christian. What do you care about most in your life? God and my family. Have you heard the term "Luddite?" Uhh, nope. Have you ever been elected a class officer? No. Do you get good grades? I’m done with school now, but yeah I got A’s and B’s. Do you litter? NO. Huge pet peeve of mine. Just throw it away! Are you a paragon of virtue? A what? Okay, so I Googled it and it’s a term for someone who describes themselves as being perfect and having no faults or imperfections; often used sarcastically and ironically. I am certainly no such person, no one is, and I wouldn’t even say I was joking cause just no. I clearly have faults and imperfections. I know people who would use that term about themselves, though. What is virtue, in your opinion? Having to do with morals. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? How long have you been together? Why do you like him/her? Nope. Is incest wrong? Yes. Do you have a calendar of any sort? Yeah, I have a physical one and the one on my phone. What time is it? 6:04AM. Tell me something interesting. I got nothin’. Do you cuss? Not a lot, but yes.

Are you bilingual(/trilingual/quadrilingual, if that's a word/etc.)? No. I wish.

Are you mentally ill? I have major depression and anxiety. Does mental illness exist? Uh, yeah it absolutely does. Ever fallen in love online? No, but in 6th grade I had an online boyfriend I met in a teen chatroom lmao. I would say I was like 16 or 18. I shouldn’t laugh cause it’s very likely the guy was probably an old perv. Who is John Galt? I don’t know. How many songs are on your playlist? I have no idea, but it’s a shit ton. What's your favorite singer/band? Linkin Park is definitely my top favorite band, but I have many favorite artists and bands. List three favorite songs. That’s too hard. Do you approve of math jokes? I probably wouldn’t even get them, ha.

How about "your mom" jokes? Not a fan. Are you addicted to online surveys? Yeah, you could say that. Are you addicted to anything else? Caffeine :O <<< Same. Do you have any anti-technological tendencies? No. Are you bored? Nah. Who do you despise? Evil, sick, disturbing people. If you could cure one social ill, what would it be? Child abuse. If you were dictator of the US, what's the first thing you would do? I wouldn’t want to be a dictator, for one. Also, I wouldn’t want to be in control in any kind of way over the country. How many kids would you like to have? Zero. What's the biggest lie you've told within the past two weeks? I haven’t told any huge lies in the past two weeks. Do you have AOL? No. I haven’t had AOL since like 2004. Do you consider yourself a loser? “Soy un perdedor, I’m a loser, baby.” Are you putting off something important to take this survey? Sleep? It’s 6:22AM, but sadly that’s become the norm for me this year. If you could change the design on the American flag, how would it look? I’ll leave it the way it is. Why do you believe children like stuffed animals? Because they're soft and cuddly. <<< Would you rather die or have ten random strangers die? Wtf. Do you believe nuclear weapons should be eliminated? Absolutely. Education? What about it? I think it’s very important if that’s what you mean. Slavery? Of course not! Do you deliberately cause physical harm to yourself? In a way I have since I don’t take care of myself like I should. I’ve neglected and ignored things I shouldn’t have. Are definitions for losers? No?? We need to know the meaning of words... Summarize yourself in one word. Blah. Do you have any pets? I have a doggo! Ever had a blood transfusion? I’ve had a few. Who was your first crush? This kid named Philip when I was in the 3rd grade. When did you have it? Oh. ^^^ What's your earliest memory? Preschool memories come to mind first. Are you listening to anything right now? Yeah, an ASMR video. Are you a good writer? People have said that I am, *shrug* Are you physically disabled in any way? Yes, I’m a paraplegic. Would you rather lose an arm or a leg? I guess a leg out of the two. As someone who relies on their arms for everything, I really need those. I’d like to keep all my limbs; though, thanks. Are you easily amused? Yeah, you could say that. Are you socially inept? I’m socially awkward, is that the same? Who's your favorite fictional character? Eric Northman. Where will you be in twenty years? Gah, I can’t think about that. Do you remember the 1996 election? No. I turned 7 that year , I didn’t pay attention to that stuff. I was a kid, I cared about kid stuff. Do you remember anything that happened in 1996? I remember I got the chicken pox. Is it worse to be considered unfeeling or irrational? I’d say both. What's the greatest sports team of all time? I really don’t care about sports at all. What turns you on/off? It’s been so long, who knows. Do you get angry over little things? No, but I do get very irritable and frustrated quite easily. If you could have one wish (other than more wishes), what would it be? Good health. Do you enjoy hypothetical questions? Ehh, depends.

How much will you accept without proof? Uhhh. Ever dumped someone? Yes.

Ever beaten someone up? No. Ever been addicted to drugs/alcohol/tobacco? No. Who's your best friend? My mom. Who's your second-best friend? My younger brother. Do you approve of democracy? Yes.

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Just another names survey, because there’s nothing like looking back at everyone you’ve ever met at 11:28 AM.

Do you know anyone with these names?

Sara: I know a Sarah from my college. She’s kind of a friend-ish? Like I’d say hi to her if we pass each other in the building but I wouldn’t get lunch with her or send her a meme. She also goes by Chloe, her second name. Gabby: Pretty common name. My girlfriend is a Gabie and I had another high school batchmate named Gaby; I also had an old friend from the wrestling fandom whose name is Gabbie. The last Gabbie also goes to UP but I’ve never met nor seen her in the four years I’ve studied there, which is still such a weird thing to me. Rochelle: My Language teacher (it’s basically a subject that taught us English grammar) in the 5th grade was a Rochelle and she was a massive bitch. She is the manifestation of small and cute but terrible, and she didn’t like me and made sure I knew it. I’m glad she aged terribly in the last few years. Alexis: Apparently my Uncle Alex’s full name is Alexis, but I didn’t know until today when I read the obituary for my grand aunt who had just passed. Aurora Summer: I have an orgmate/coursemate named Summer. She’s nice but I think she’s a little lazy and doesn’t make a good co-worker in projects.

Peyton Bianca: Also a common name, but it’s a pretty middle-class/white girl name too. I knew lots of Biancas from high school and all of them are studying in the more expensive university just beside ours. Jordan Eliana: I don’t know Elianas but close enough - we have a current applicant for our org named Liana. Liberty: Eh, noun names like this one aren’t too common at all where I live. Meadow Cheyenne Acacia: Nah. The only Acacia I know is the name of one of the many dorms inside campus. Laurice and Jo used to live in Acacia but their applications got denied this year. Erica: I used to ride the bus with an Ericka but it’s all very hazy - I was only in Grade 1 and I think she moved schools not long after, so I don’t have a lot of memories of her. I had a high school batchmate named Erycka but I never liked her either - just seemed too uppity and had a bit of an attitude for no reason. She used to be Gabie’s friend so when the two would hang out I would fuck off so that I didn’t have to deal with her loud ass. Chantell Shawna: Gabie has a coursemate(?) named Shauna. I don’t know her and I dunno if I’ve met her. I think I have, but I never talked to her. Suzy Maria: I can confidently tell you a good 70% of Filipino girls/women have Maria as their first names. No one uses it as their main name though; it’s usually just given to complement second names. Gretchen: Eh, I know a couple of popular personalities with this name but no one personal. Isabella: I have a second cousin named Isabella but I’ve never gotten to form a relationship with her because she was born and is being raised in Australia. Isabela is also the name of one of Gab’s sisters.

Skye: Someone I went to high school with has a kid nicknamed Sky... Skylar: ...because the kid’s whole name is Skyller. Cecily Paige: Nope but this did remind of the WWE wrestler Paige. Autumn Arielle: I went to grade school with an Aerielle. We lost touch for a bit when she had to drop out for a bit and ultimately moved schools, but we’ve since reconnected ever since she got into UP. She’s taking up journalism too. Brianna: Callo’s third name is Brianna. Her chaotic behavior on social media had pissed me off in the last few months so I cut ties with her. A little sad considering how incredibly close we were in high school, but I just have to remember how annoying she’s been and I feel ok again. Cassandra: I used to go to school with a Cassandra but she moved when we started the 1st grade, so I never actually got to talk or be close to her. Like Aerielle, it turns out she’s also in UP now and she’s in the football varsity too. I see her sometimes but given that we’ve never talked, the most we’ve given each other is a look of recognition of being in preschool together lmao. We also had a batchmate named Kassandra but she lives in Singapore now. Small, sweet, and just the nicest girl. Cassidy Sierra: Aya’s second name is Ciara, which is pretty close. Some of us say it similarly to Sierra, and others pronounce it as Sha-ra, so it varies. Cheri Shariah Savannah Greta: My sister had a batchmate named Greta and I remember her mostly because she’s the daughter of my high school’s old theatre manager/director/I never actually found out what his position was called, but basically he used to produce all of our school productions. Leandra Lauren: I went to grade school and high school with a Lauren. We were close as kids but she changed crowds in like the 6th or 7th grade and we lost touch from there. Austin Samantha: Lots of Samanthas were I’m from; it’s a fairly common middle-class name. I used to be best friends with a Sam; I had a high school batchmate named Sam; I knew someone a high school batch higher with the name; and I also currently go to college with a Sam. OH and I also have a cousin with this name hahahaha. She lives in New York but she visited the Philippines a couple of years ago and I was able to spend time with her then. Shayne: My sister’s kindergarten teacher was a Shane and all I remember is that she was really nice and motherly to my sister who did nothing in school but cry because she had bad separation anxiety. Seth: I have a cousin named Seth, but he lives in New York and I’ve never seen him. He’s the younger brother of my cousin Sam. Scott Ryan: I have a uncle with this name but I haven’t seen him since I was a little girl. He used to live with one of my aunts but I think he has since moved back to our home province. Maverick: One of our org’s alumni is a Maverick but he goes by Mawel. I’ve always thought he was intimidating so I’ve never approached nor talked to him. Dylan: My sister had a batchmated named Dylan which I think is a badass name for a girl. Anna: I had several former teachers named Anna. Two of them taught AP (social studies) and another taught us algebra. Katie: I will sometimes call Kate this, but I dunno anyone who legit goes by Katie. Jessica: Went to high school with one. Was always too boisterous and a little fake for me. She also loved to surround herself with boys as early as when we were 13 and while that’s never wrong I just never vibed with people like her. Lydia: I don’t know anyone with this name but this did remind me of the Breaking Bad character who was always a little bit annoying. Ellery Dakota Epiphany Galaxy Ariana: I think Yumi’s sister is an Ariana, but I’ll never know for sure because she always just calls her Ari. Gabriella: My girlfriend is a Gabriela. Rachel: My math teacher in Grade 1 was Ms. Rachel. I don’t have an opinion on her but I remember one time when our class was too noisy, she got way too pissed off and she spent the entire 45-minute period doing sign language to us to be petty. I never did like her after that. Amy: I go to college with an Aimee but I never get to see her on campus because her whole person screams Ateneo. I have no idea why she just didn’t enroll over there instead looooool, her boyfriend and all her friends are there and she’s always hanging out at their campus it’s so weird. My late grand-aunt Amet was also called Amy by some of her peers. Marissa: This is the second name of Kayla, someone I go to college with. Her schedule is weird though because she went on exchange in Canada two sems ago and she’s supposed to have been back a long time now, but I haven’t seen her at all. I have no idea if she’s still even in Canada or is back in the PH now and is just keeping her whereabouts on the down low. Taylor Rebecca: One of Rita’s older sister is named Rebecca but she goes by Becca. She graduated from my college last year, so I’m pretty familiar with her. We’re not close but I’ve encountered her a few times before and she’s reeeeally pretty and nice. The few times we’ve crashed at Rita’s place she had always greeted us out of familiarity from seeing us in our college building. Ashley: I had an STS class with an Ashley but I didn’t get to know her all that much. Allison: I used to have an instructor named Allison but I think she only taught so she could have extra cash because she’s also taking up her Master’s in the same college, so she wasn’t that good of a teacher. I do remember finding her pretty though. Oh and she also got into a really bad car accident in the middle of the sem and we didn’t have classes for like a month, so there’s that. Madison Abigail: My mom is named Abigail. Zachary: I have a cousin named Zachary but he mainly goes by James. Gabriel: Yep I have an orgmate with this name but we call him Gab. He’s...a bit of a character. Either you can tolerate his presence or you find him plain annoying. Used to play his music LOUD in Skywalk which annoyed the hell out of everybody. I’m still not sure what to feel about him so I just give him a nod when we see each other. Mitchell Joe: I have a friend named Jo but she’s a girl. I don’t think I know any guys named Joe. Corey Shawn: I know a friend of some of my friends is named Sean but we’ve never encountered each other. He’s into broadcasting and has done hosting gigs and I think he’s a junior jock in one of the local radio stations as well. Carly: Carley was my old internet best friend. We first found each other because we were huuuuge Stephanie McMahon fans on Tumblr a decade ago and we’d do edits and read fanfic and reblog photos of her, so a really close friendship blossomed from there. She had a rough life those days with a bit of an abusive mom (who has since passed) and I’d video chat her in the afternoon when I’d come home from school (by then she was preparing for school, since she’s from the US). After a while her schedule turned weird and she’d be offline for months at a time only to resurface for like two days then disappear again. She did this for like 3-4 years until I got tired and just stopped talking to her. She’s still my Facebook friend and she shares a lot of memes, but that’s all to it now. Carmen: I went to school with someone who had a very lengthy name and one of her names was Carmen, but she goes by Pam because she also has a Pamela in her name. She does streetdance and I was classmates with her once but we never really got to talk. Melissa: Eh, sure. Someone from high school. Lazy ass. Stephanie: The only IRL Stephanie I know is this girl who’s supposed to be enrolled this sem and is supposedly a classmate of mine in several classes, but never showed up from January through March. And now the lockdown hasn’t helped her case either. Shannon Selena: I have a cousin with this name but it’s spelled Selina. Also she goes by Bia because her other name is Bianca. Christine: Fairly common name. I know lots of Christines/Christina but I’m only close with one, who’s my orgmate and is the VP for Membership for the org, aka she’s the one in charge of recruiting new applicants for the two sems that she’s in charge of the committee. Paula: I went to grade school and high school with a Paula. She was SO painfully shy and quiet but friendly. She studies in Ateneo now but I wouldn’t know if she’s gotten extroverted in the last few years. Harmony Serenity Tessa: My prof in PR was Ma’am Tessa. One of the nicest, softest people ever who’s always down for anything. I think she’s in her 70s now but she’s definitely still kicking and doesn’t miss a single basketball and volleyball game during UAAP season. Claire: One of my very first guidance counselors was Ms. Claire. I remember her being motherly and she was also the counselor that intervened when I had a fight with one student in third grade that was big enough for both of us to land in the guidance office heh. Ruby Rhiannon Harper Riley Brandon Brayden Mystery Noelle: I vaguely remember going to school with a Noelle in kinder but she only stuck around the school for 1-2 years so I have no memories of her whatsoever. Destiny Darcy Dianne: Went to kinder, grade school, and high school with a Dianne. She was quiet for most of the years but she had a really blooming glow-up in high school, where she was part of the popular clique. Super smart and she’s now in business school in UP; also a terrific dancer. Felicity Grace: I have a grand-aunt named Grace. She’s very sweet and funny and is doting towards her grandkids and her grandnieces and nephews, but she and her sisters have notorious track records in the family for having a bit of an attitude and/or for making scenes, and she’s the pettiest of them all given that she’s the youngest. Despite that, all in all I have a soft spot for her. Hannah: One of my best friends in UP. We first met when she and Macy (my old high school friend) transferred to UPD from UPLB, but in the end Hannah and I ended up becoming closer friends because Macy has since struggled to adjust to the transfer and has pushed people away in the process, including me. ANYWAY I’m glad I was introduced to Hannah because she’s one of the most hilarious people I’ve ever met. She’s also insanely talented and a hell of a performer. I’ll miss her the most when I have to graduate. Kayla: That girl who went on an exchange program in Canada that I mentioned earlier mainly goes by Kayla. I remember her notably because she’s the first EVER person I talked to when I got officially enrolled in UP - we were seated together in the welcoming assembly for freshies back in 2016. It was nothing more than a random encounter though and we didn’t end up becoming close after that. Liam: My cousin Seth is also named Liam. Morgan Natasha: I went to school with a Natasha but we all called her Tashie. She had a bit of a larger build than the rest of us which made her look domineering, but she’s really nice and is a big softie if you get to know her. She posts workout videos from time to time and has since lost a lot of weight in college. Nathan Olivia: My future daughter loljk Bailey Emily Amanda: I have an orgmate named Amanda. She’s mostly shy and reserved and I haven’t really gotten the chance to know her since she’s quiet and always has to head home earlier than the rest of us. Addison Adrienne: An old classmate from high school has had her third kid that she named Adrienne. Molly Siona: I don’t know Sionas but I do know a Fiona, heh. Emerald Chelsea: Yeah Chelsea was one of my close friends in high school. We don’t talk these days but we’ll sometimes react on each other’s posts on Twitter or Facebook which is enough for me. We used to have parties and drinking sessions at her family’s gazebo behind her house, so even though we’ve mostly lost touch I’ll always have fond memories of her. Naomi Bethany: A very very very VERY old mutual on Tumblr had this name but we mostly called her Beth. She lives in the UK and I remember her being a CM Punk fan. Had unique eyebrows but was super pretty and she used to post webcam selfies all the time. Brittany Hope: Someone I went to kindergarten with had Hope as a middle name but she went by Maezelle. Super blurry memories of her as we were never close, but I remember her specifically for her teeth lmao - she had some cavities as a kid so she had a bunch of silver teeth. OK just checked Facebook and it turns out she lives in California now, as do most of my batchmates who migrated to the States as kids. Joy: I know several people who have Joy as a middle name but don’t go by it, like high school batchmates named AJ and CJ. Jade Aaron: Old friend from high school. Like Chelsea, he was a part of our friend group. He studies in UP too and we’ll say hi and hug when we see each other, but we aren’t personally close. Andrew: Coursemate, classmate, orgmate, groupmate in several projects, and now my thesis partner. At first I found him annoying and a bit too invasive and extroverted for my liking, but I gave him a chance and he’s turned out to be a really amazing, loyal, supportive friend. He’s an extremely talented writer, singer, performer, host, and radio jock. Wimpy drinker though haaaah. James: I have a cousin named James. He lives with his family in Vietnam and since his dad is from New Zealand, he’s picked up a bit of an accent as well. Jonathon Zachariah Malachi Victoria: I had a classmate in a polsci elective with this name, but I called her Jillian during that time cos it’s her first name. Judging from social media posts, she mainly goes by JV. Solomon Sorin Celia Heather: Went to high school with a Heather and is actually attending the same course as Jillian ^ in UP now. We were quite close in high school and she used to confide in me about relationship issues, back when she was seeing someone who had plans of transitioning. Heather’s parents were very strict against the idea and went to great lengths to forbid her from seeing him, so yeah that’s what she would rant to me late into the night about. We also bonded over One Direction and Joe Sugg for a time, and those days were a blast. She also got me to be in a Twitter DM thread with Caspar Lee for my 16th birthday which was a HELLUVA SURPRISE lmao. I’ve never forgotten those days with her and I’ll always remember her fondly even though we never talk anymore. Ivy: My prof in feature writing was named Ivy. She’s... a meh instructor at best. She loved telling HER stories and HER experiences and narrating HER interviews with famous people, politicians, celebrities, athletes, etc. but she left a few lessons behind which is really what we all enrolled for lmao, so I didn’t really learn anything from her class. Jasmine: Someone I went to high school with. She was into K-Pop, J-Pop, and anime back then and I think she still is. We were always good friends towards each other even though we were never close close. She’s taking up linguistics in UP now. Jasper Kaylee Anica: An instructor from the broadcast communication department in my college. Nothing much to say about her except she weirdly tags along with one of the other professors ALL THE TIME TO EVERYWHERE, including the washroom. I’m definitely not judging but yeah, it’s what I notice first when I think of her.

#survey #surveys

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incorrectsanders · 6 years

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What Pride Month Means to Me

I’m going to diverge from incorrect quotes for a post to share this experience with all of you since it’s pride month and that’s really important to me.

I have always been vocal about LGBTQ+ rights. I remember once in kindergarten my teacher told two boys they couldn’t hold hands and be boyfriends. We were at that age that giving kisses on the cheeks and calling each other boyfriends and girlfriends was becoming common practice. The problem was that I lived in BFN Texas with small minded people who couldn’t let children develop such *dangerous* habits. My response to her statement? I threw a mega blok at her head and screamed “THEY CAN DO WHAT THEY WANT”.

Why was my reaction so strong? Well, on record I lived with my mom, her roommate and her roommate’s son. Really, I lived with my two moms and my older brother.

Personally, I’m straight. I’ve never faced first hand discrimination for my sexuality. But, when I had two moms (they’re separated now) I watched the discrimination they faced on a daily basis. They couldn’t get married, instead they had to have a “commitment ceremony”. We got turned away from almost every house we tried to buy because no one wanted to sell or rent to gay women. They had to hide their relationship from their bosses, from their extended families. My mothers family cut her off because she came out.

I was born in California. We moved to Texas when I was three and my brother was eight. We moved back to California when I was six and he was eleven. The discrimination didn’t change much between the two areas. In fact, it might have just been because I was older and more perceptive but some things got worse.

It took us years to find a house. We finally settled on an apartment because the property manager was the sweetest woman ever and we’re still friends with her today, thirteen years later. Her children are like my babies because I’ve known them all their lives. The community was really close knit, we all knew each other and all of the kids were best friends. We used to play red rover in the park together and we’d tie together our jump ropes to make swings out of the monkey bars.

I loved that apartment complex. No one cared that me and my brother had two moms. No one pointed out that my brother was full Mexican and therefore had darker skin than me, a half Mexican. All of the kids were friends with each other. (“You guys have two moms?” “Yeah.” “Cool! I wish I had two moms, my dad snores too loud”) We were just allowed to exist.

When I was eight we managed to find a teacher who owned a house and allowed us to rent from her. She was the sweetest person ever and she loved me and my older brother to the point where she put in requests for both of us to be in her combination class when we were in 5th and 6th grade (She didn’t get us because we were in an arts program in the school that had special, designated teachers for us. Even if we had been “regular” students though, she would have had to fight with another teacher who adored us and had provided shelter for the two of us for a solid six years when kids were being mean).

The neighborhood wasn’t nearly as welcoming. There were only three families on our entire street that accepted us completely and didn’t refer to our home as “the gay house”. The rest of them pulled their kids in when me and my brother wanted to play, they glared at us if we were out in the front yard doing something as a family, and they even called the police a few times when we were having parties because we were ‘too disturbing’. (Literally all we were doing was playing Payaso de Rodeo. “Gay and Mexican? In my Good Christian Suburbs?”)

When Prop 8 was being voted on (California’s legislation on gay marriage, circa 2008, that is ridiculous please watch this AD if you have a minute https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PgjcgqFYP4), a man that lived in the house on the end of our street smirked at me and my brother, who were peacefully riding our bikes, as he sunk a big ‘ol “Yes on 8″ sign into his lawn. Ten year old me and my fifteen year old brother snuck out of the house at eleven o’clock at night, ran down the street, and stole the sign. I said our family faced discrimination, I never said we didn’t fight back.

As for school, my brother and I were constantly referred to as the two kids with the “lesbo moms”. That is an actual expression I heard from kids my age many, many times. People constantly asked me if I was gay (“No” “But you have two moms...” “And?” “So you have to be gay!” “Says who?” “Your brother is gay!” “Okay, if your brother was gay would that make you gay?” “No!” “Well then *jazz hands sarcastically*”) I didn’t have many friends because children didn’t feel comfortable around me since they knew I had two moms. Many of the friends I did manage to make weren’t allowed to be friends with me once their parents found out that I had two moms. Kids used to laugh at me because I would ask my teachers if I could make two mothers day crafts. (I eventually cried about this to my step mother. Me and her did not get along and even now I don’t like her very much but there are a few precious moments I look back on. One of them is her hugging me, stroking my hair and telling me mothers day could be my mom’s day and fathers day could be her day)

I didn’t meet my Dad until I was nine. Two weeks after I did meet him, he dragged me to church with him and had his priest talk to me. I distinctly remember sitting in his office and playing with my little coin purse that my step mom brought me back from Guadalajara (another one of the precious moments) while the priest told me that I needed to ostracize my mom and move in with my Dad who I barely knew. If I did that and had my First Communion then I could hope that my soul would be saved.

I was nine.

(Another one of those precious moments was when I came home that day crying and my step mom wrapped me in a blanket and she told my mom that my Dad was not on my birth certificate and if I didn’t want to go back then I didn’t have to)

That tainted religion for a long time for me. It wasn’t until freshman year when I started meeting people who were vocal about both religion and social rights that I started to believe that all religious people aren’t bad.

Pride parades were always a break from the harsh reactions of others. Every year my mom and step mom would take me and my older brother and they would throw beads and candy and flags and all sorts of things at us off the floats (Condoms too, sometimes. Cue the awkward conversation between me and my brother “Bubba, what’s this?” “A BALLOON *grabs it and chucks it away*” “Nooo, I want the balloon!!”) People would get excited when they saw us as a family. I had a rainbow glass pendant that a vendor gave me because she thought I was adorable with my little rainbow flag and rainbow crocs. June makes me happy because it reminds me of all of those wonderful people who were so accepting and just wanted to have a loving space for a while.

LGBTQ+ Rights are important to me even though I’m not a part of the community. I speak up. If I hear someone being put down for any reason I speak up. All through middle school and high school I had amazing groups of friends who were largely LGBTQ+ or POC or just “outcasts” that banded together and protected each other.

I watched discrimination for years. I saw the effect that it had on my moms and as the “kids with the two moms” my brother and I felt the discrimination second hand.

Despite the distressing times and the othering my family often faced when we were still whole, I could have never asked for a better way to grow up. It made me more accepting and loving. (In 7th grade, a friend of mine came out to the school as transgender. None of us really knew what that meant. Others were rude. I simply walked up to him and asked “What does that mean?” “It means I’m a boy inside.” “Oh! Okay, do you want me to start calling you ‘he’?” “Yes, please!” “And should we still call you Dani?” “Yeah, but can you spell it with a y now?” “Okay!”)

Content like what Thomas and his friends produce makes me extremely happy. They’re not afraid to be themselves and that is lovely. No one should be afraid to be themselves.

Pride month means a lot to me, even though I myself am not part of the LGBTQ+ community. I hope everyone has a lovely one. If you read through this all, thank you. Now, back to the content you followed for!

Happy Pride, everyone.

#not incorrect quotes #pride #pride month #happy pride #thomas sanders #sanders sides

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anti-drowning-drowning-club · 6 years

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i vaguely remember the time my mom’s lesbian roller derby friends came over to my grandparents house to bake a penis cake and they were debating wether or not i would turn out gay. My mom continued to ask me if i liked girls (she literally asked me all the time when i was little it was so annoying) and i said “no?! i like boys!” and she kinda just nodded and was like yeah okay we’ll see.

the rest is irrelevant ranting bc honestly my mom is just KDJSHS and i’m in a weird mood

About 3 years later, when i was 7/8ish, a 25 year old butch lesbian became my swim coach. My mom and i immediately befriended her and my mom helped her with relationships and discovering her sexuality/gender (and still does). I still look up to her and she’s one of my best friends today.

When i was in the 6th grade, my mom met a nice (and fucking crazy) lady named Stephanie. Stephanie had a daughter named Jane (i’m not going to use her real name i promised not to spill her tea) who had just moved to my elementary school. Our parents started hanging out a little more, forcing jane and i to be friends. Not gonna lie, i was a little intimidated at fist, but jane seemed really cool and i really really wanted to be her friend. In the 7th grade, Jane and i started to get closer. Our parents started hanging out more often and jane started hanging out with me at school. I started to get to know her but sometimes she said some things that i didn’t really understand - jane was a little bit different. I started to think maybe jane wasn’t straight ( i got hella gay vibes ok) By the beginning of 8th grade, we got even c l o s e r. We were best friends now and we were having dinner/ sleepovers at least once a week. At these sleepovers jane and i usually ended up snuggling together - sometimes she would push me away and wouldn’t talk to me though, and i was really confused. I liked being close to and snuggling with her - for a while i thought maybe i had a crush on her (i did) I was really confused and it was only for like 2 weeks (i realized she’s too much of an asshole lmao) but shes so pretty, funny, and really caring once you get to know her. It was really dumb, but that was when i realized i wasn’t straight. Anyways, at one of our sleepovers something was wrong with her and when i asked her what was wrong she broke down crying. Jane told me she got in a fight with her datemate/girlfriend - she told me she’s pansexual. I didn’t tell her i already knew. We’re still good friends today.

A little later, i met my current boyfriend. we weren’t much more than acquaintances for the longest time, but i thought (still think) he’s the most beautiful human being i’ve ever met. He’s not straight and he’s not cis and i didn’t know anything about him tbh, but hecK ?? i mean i didn’t know what was going on i my head but ? fuck that - he’s so cute and kind and has the best personality and uGh it was a helpless little crush. I told myself it would never happen though. I knew i wasn’t straight but i pushed it away and denied it. i tried so so hard to ignore the whole situation - i even talked to/ dated a few other guys. It was also when i was the unhappiest i’d ever been - i felt so helpless and alone and confused. That didn’t go very well - I ended things with the guy i was talking too because it really just wasn’t fair to him. About a month later, maybe 7 or 8 weeks before school was out, i forced myself to talk to my crush. I figured since i was going to a completely different school the next year, it wouldn’t matter what i did or said because i probably wouldn’t see most of these people ever again. I would either be satisfied and leave in 7 weeks or be rejected and forget about it/leave in 7 weeks, so what the hell. It was 100% one of the most cringey and embarrassing things i’ve ever done but hey i mean i pulled some fucking magic or something and here we arE. Those 7 weeks were some of the best/ happiest weeks of my life.

At some point i finally accepted that i was pan. I never really liked the idea of pushing labels, but at some point i just knew (i thought) that was it. I thought i was pansexual. It seemed right, i mean obviously i think boys are cute, i think girls are cute, and i think enbies/nb are cute, but it physical appearance or gender isn’t the deciding factor of who i like/who i find attractive. It has always been based off of personality. Anyways, i was wrong lmao. Yes, i’m pan, but eventually i realized i’m different than everyone else. It seems like all of my friends have something that i don’t. Sexual attraction. The idea of sex isn’t foreign to me, nor am i disgusted or repulsed by it like most asexuals are stereotyped to be. Actually, i probably wouldn’t mind doing it and yeah maybe i (would) want to have the shmex (when i’m much older). I just lack the attraction. It’s just not there. I have never in my life been sexually attracted and/or had sexy feelings for anyone. It just doesn’t feel right. I am asexual.

I’ve never told anyone this before, mostly because i fear i’m going to be judged and people will say something along the lines of “you’re just too young” or “you’ll get over it/ you’ll change your mind”. Well you know what? maybe i am just “too young”. Well you know what?? maybe i don’t want to be like this. maybe i’m not proud of it. maybe it’s not a choice. maybe i feel broken - kinda like i’m missing out tbh.

(rant warning)

WELL YOU KNOW WHAT???

I don’t care what other people think. Maybe i will grow out of it, i don’t know, but what i do know is that this is who i think i am now. Even if i change my mind in a few years or not at all, this is who i know i am. This is who i am right NOW and nobody gets to tell me otherwise. Nobody can change that but me. This is me.

Hey mom - u were right - i’m gay now lmao

#meet charli #this is me #this story makes no sense #also plz forgive my grammar i didn’t even look over it #wowie #the subject changes a lot and i’m not really sure why i did this #but 🤷‍♀️#delete later?

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loveswagtalestudentlove · 6 years

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Love is an open whore

Hello.

I’ve heard many love stories start in kindergarten but everyone in my school was ugly. I wasn’t sure when I was going to start crushing however, in 5th grade, this one boy hooked me into the dark world of loving.

Let’s call him Jim for now. Jim and I were not only placed into the same class, but into the same reading group. I don’t really remember how we started talking but once we did, we just clicked. I still remember us discussing how people always spelled our names wrong. I felt an instant connection. We had so many things in common.

Near the end of the year, Jim told me he wasn’t going to our home school and that he was moving. I was devastated. That night I pondered what would happen if we did go to the same school. A single tear rolled down my eye as I fell into my slumber.

Over the summer I got over him. Middle school rolled around and I see Jim on the first day. That lying, bitch. I figured the move was canceled but currently when we talk it’s a little awkward. We have a class now from time to time but as Camila Cabello said, it will never be the same.

Sometime in 6th grade, another boy caught my eye. He always made me laugh in our world studies class and had an appealing personality. We sat in the same group as well which caused us to get to know each other better. Sadly when we moved seats, we didn’t talk as much which caused me to move my feelings as well.

In the second year of middle school, I started to develop feelings for a guy named “Jace”. I had two classes with him but we mainly talked in one of the classes because we sat next to each other. I found him funny and fun to talk to. I looked forward to going to this class since I had a lot of friends in the class but a lot of the reason was because of Jace.

As my feelings grew stronger, I started to see Jace talking to my friend who was also in the class. They laughed and teased each other which broke my heart. I had the hunch that Jace liked her but I wasn’t completely sure. My envious self began to believe it more and more which made my sadness grow. Later in 8th grade I found out it was true but I’m happy to say I got over Jace before the year ended because of that reason and because I started to catch on feelings for another boy over the summer. His name was “Jake”.

I never really talked to him much but we had semi the same friend group and when we did talk, I enjoyed it. I always found him cute and he had a funny personality. When we hung out over the summer, he was kind and I tried to tease him from time to time. People in our group even started to ship us which made me want to be with him more. I especially remember this one time we went to go biking and I had the bad bike and Jake offered to switch with me because I was the slowest one. I thought, “Wow, he is so kind,” as he pedaled away into my heart.

Jake and I talked less and less as during the beginning of 8th grade so my feelings also faded. In the beginning of the year, I realized I had three classes with a guy in my friend group that I didn’t talk to much. His name was “Jeff”. After the first day of school, he asked me questions about how my day went and I asked the same. We started to text everyday from that day and he started to become one of my closest friends. Later on, I started to have feelings for Jeff when I realized how much I liked talking to him. That feeling soon went away when he told me he had a crush on one of my friends. I acted like it didn’t bother me and just kept the feeling in the back of my mind as we continued to grow as friends.

In around the middle of the year, I asked my friend, “Joe”, out as a joke because all of my friends liked him and I thought it would be funny. I didn’t really ask now that I think about it. It was more like, “Hey, we’re dating now,” and he went along with it. It was obviously a joke to anyone who was there to see it but I was amused with the relationship jokes we made. He would always try to look for me and tried to sit next to me which made one of my close friends upset. I “broke it off” but then I realized how much I liked the attention and how kind he was and why everyone liked him.

At this point in my life, I’ve come to the conclusion that no one has liked me yet. I’ve been told that I easily catch feelings for boys but I got over Joe quickly. I found him attractive but now only see him as a close friend. I mostly fell in love with the idea of someone liking me instead of Joe himself.

I talked to Jake again from time to time and I found myself looking at him in the hallways when he passed by. I realized I started to like this boy again. We never had a class together but, I changed my route to my next class just to get a glimpse of his face.

I soon began to tell my close friends about my crush on Jake because I couldn’t keep my feelings inside any longer. One of my friends then informed me that day that she dated him over the summer when I liked him. I didn’t know how to feel about the situation. She told me how their relationship started and it was hard to hold the tears in. She told me he was a good boyfriend when they dated but it just wasn’t working out but all I could think about was how bad I wanted to be her during the summer.

As I told more of my friends about my affection for Jake, one of them told Jake’s group of friends that I had a crush on someone. They did not stop annoying me about it and I wanted to kill myself. For some reason they were very desperate to know who I liked.

One of Jake’s friends made a bet on how long he can stay up for. If he won, then he would know. I obviously knew he wouldn’t be able to do it so I accepted. He ended up passing out early which made me glad. Jake then asked if he could try staying up to find out. I didn’t know Jake’s potential with staying awake so I said he had to stay up for 48 hours and then I would tell him. Dumbass :(.

During those 48 hours, he ended up messaging me a lot so he could stay awake which made me happy. I can’t recall what we talked about but I assume it was random stuff mixed in with getting to know each other a little more.

Some time after about 40 hours he asked if I could reduce it to 46 hours either because he wasn’t feeling well or he had to go somewhere the next day. I don’t really remember. I felt bad for him so I said yes even though I didn’t want him to know that I liked him. I was surprised how bad he wanted to know and that he would stay up 48 hours for me.

Jake ended up doing the 46 hours and I told him I would tell him after my volleyball game. That was all I was thinking about for the whole game. I couldn’t concentrate. I was so anxious on what would happen after I told him.

When I got home I told him and he didn’t have much of a reaction. I didn’t know how to feel. He then asked his friends “Why do people like me?” During this time another one of my friends liked him and I assumed he was under a lot of pressure. Jake’s ex then told me they got into a call and he said he didn’t know what to do and he said bye because he was stressed out. We then assumed he was going to commit suicide because he ended very abruptly and wasn’t replying back to her.

I then asked if he was okay, hoping for a response. He then talked about how he was feeling a little more and I felt bad for putting any pressure on him. I told Jake that I wasn’t asking for a relationship but then he later asked if I wanted to be in a relationship with him. I was confused and said I didn’t want him to ask me out of pity and he said he wouldn’t do that.

It took me a couple of days to decide because of course I wanted to say yes, but then again my close friend also liked him so I didn’t know what to do. My douchey self said yes anyway because I wanted to see where the relationship would go. Jake’s ex told me to be excited because he was a good boyfriend to her so I got all tingly inside.

We didn’t tell many people and Jake would refer it to “engaging in a romantic relationship” instead of dating which was kind of weird but I didn’t care. We barely talked at school and our communication was only through texting. There wasn’t really much to talk about and when we did talk at school it was awkward.

Near the end of the year, I wrote him and all of my friends a letter about how I felt about them and he gave me his icon shirt which I still have to this day. He even sewed a tiny heart at the bottom. I thought it was sweet because he said it was really hard to do it and his hand was hurting.

After a couple of months of dating, we both realized we weren’t doing much and that the relationship wasn’t working out but he’s the one who had the balls to say something. We both could’ve done more in the relationship but didn’t know how. Instead of ending it though he said to take a break but I knew it was over then.

He said that we could still talk and stuff but we just won’t have the title anymore. Jake still tried to text everyday but I always responded with dry texts because I was a little sad that it was over. I figured he caught on and started to text less and less until he stopped.

High school rolls around and I hear two people tell me that Jake doesn’t want to talk to me anymore so I tried respecting it. I started to avoid him since he didn’t want me in his life. I questioned what I did that could be so bad. Why is he ignoring me? What did I say? What did I do wrong? All these questions filled my mind. I just wanted to be friends.

A few weeks after high school started Jake messages me and asks if I want to talk to him or not. I was confused and asked him the same thing. He said he didn’t say that to anyone and if he did it was because he was embarrassed because he could’ve done more in the relationship. We started going back to friends after that talk.

This guy named “Jerry” started talking to me in a class we shared together. He complimented me and other girls but he claimed he liked me when I was almost positive he liked my other friend. He asked me to go to the movies but I said no even though I thought he was funny and I enjoyed talking to him. I didn’t see him like that and if I did I wouldn’t believe he liked me instead of my friend. Jerry was very sad but he ended up liking my friend in the end so it’s okay. He would’ve broken my heart anyway if we started to date.

I started to like Jake again for the 3rd time for some reason. Maybe because we talked a lot and it brought me back to my old feelings. I was thinking it would work this time because we matured and I’m less socially awkward now. I told Jeff and he told my sister which made me mad. She told me they are your ex for a reason and that you shouldn’t go back to your ex. I took that in and the feeling flew away in around February.

Jeff and I were planning to go to froyo during Valentine’s Day but not as a date. Or at least I didn’t think it was. My other friend then asked me to be his valentine but I didn’t really know what to say because we went to different schools and nothing would happen. So I said no. Jake then asked me and I didn’t know why. I thought about it a lot and didn’t know how to respond because I had plans with Jeff on the day.

I then said yes because being someone’s valentine didn’t mean anything so I thought why not! Jake then asked to do something after and I was fucked. I didn’t want to cancel with Jeff but I didn’t want to make Jake sad. I didn’t think Jeff cared much about going for froyo since it wasn’t a date so I canceled with him and decided to go with Jake instead. Jeff was sad and started to be a little distant and I didn’t know why because we can go for froyo anytime. Jake didn’t seem that excited either because I was very hesitant. At the same time the other friend was upset because I said yes to Jake and not him.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do to make everyone happy. Jerry made me feel even worse because he said I made all 3 guys sad. I got depressed. The tears filled up my eyes so much that it was harder to see than normal.

On the day of Valentine’s Day, Jake rode my bus and we went to get froyo. Jeff’s friend was also upset and third wheeled the whole thing. It was kind of awkward but I tried my best to keep the conversation going. I don’t know how Jake felt about the experience but it’s hard to say that we both had a blast.

Jeff forgave me eventually and then we went back to talking everyday like normal. There were days where he would come over to my house and we would watch scary movies. After we would watch he would sometimes twist my arm which was annoying and it hurt.

One day we planned going ice skating with some friends. I rode with him to there and on the way back since the drive was long. On the way back, we both sat in the back with his mom and he would try to twist my arm. I then grabbed his hand and tried to squeeze it hard until it hurt for him. I enjoyed holding his hand which made me realize that I liked him again.

When we got home Jeff told me his mom said that I liked him and I acted as if I was joking around and said I did. He played along too. Or so I thought.

At night he confessed and said that he actually did like me. I told him I liked him too. He said that he didn’t want to date yet because he wanted to wait till he was older so that he could drive me on dates. I understood but I was jumping for joy inside because of the excitement I felt!! I was extremely nervous though because if we do break up, then we probably won’t talk again.

The next week at school, we would meet up in the media center at lunch to talk privately and we would text things to each other in class. My friends would ask where I’ve been and I felt bad for not eating lunch with them.

At the end of the week we planned to go to my house again. When he came over he told me that he didn’t want to wait anymore and asked me to be his girlfriend. I eyes opened as big as they could as a great smile grew on my face.

“Okay.”

We are currently 5 months and counting but he likes games more than me. Lesson is: boys are assholes <3.

#love me like you do

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shortyjessica1802 · 2 years

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So. I made this to be a blog. A place where I can also possibly make money. 🤷🏻‍♀️ So I have heard can happen.

Anyways… me and my boyfriend has been together for 5 years going onto 6 years. I want to be young to have kids, because I don’t want my kids seeing me as someone who is not able to do stuff like I am now. I want them to see me as someone who has a ton of energy and it doesn’t get drained over every little thing. Me and my boyfriend has been trying for a kid for 2 years! 2 years, and I got pregnant in September. I was so happy to find out, because every time I took a test, it was negative, and it would break me into pieces. I took those test when I missed my period too, but my cycle was irregular. It was like that after the depo. Anyways, I got pregnant super excited. My sister bought be baby clothes. The entire time I was like okay whatever I’m pregnant. Then that one day I was like oh shit I’m pregnant and I’m getting excited ready to hold my baby, even though it was just 6 weeks in😂. My friend passed away. A dude, I knew since 6th grade, and my boyfriend knew since pre-K. We all practically grew up together. With each other basically 24/7. He was 19, rode a motorcycle. He got into an accident, and he passed away. He did everything right, drove safely. It was really heartbreaking to hear his moms voice on the phone telling us he passed, and we were 1066 miles away. My boyfriend would constantly talk to him, I talked to him every so often, but how me and him was, we were like siblings. Like he told me I was a little sister he never wanted, and I told him he was a brother I never wanted.😂 Fast forward a week, I ended up miscarrying. I lost my baby, they said I was pregnant for 6 weeks and 4 days. I found out I was pregnant on Sept 29, 2021 and miscarried on Oct 28, 2021, and my friend passed away on Oct 23, 2021. So, after you miscarry they take blood work from you every week to make sure your hcg level is going down and not up. If it goes up then you’ll need a d&c or medication. My hcg did drop down to 245, and then it jumped to 7000+ in a week. So, they called me and we scheduled a D&C. I got the D&C done on my birthday, Nov 18, 2021. They called me a few days later and told me that they tested the tissue they took, and there was no fetal tissue. That I may have an ectopic pregnancy. So I panicked, because an ectopic can kill you if you are more than 6 weeks and I didn’t even know how long I was. They had me go in and do blood work, and then after. Oh boy. My anxiety shot up! I went straight to the hospital that was an hour away from my house. I was freaking out, I felt like my body was on fire and I felt my heart racing. Got to the hospital just for them to tell me Im fine. My HCG level dropped below 18. So, I was very thankful for that. But oh boy, is that hospital bill going to be pretty. I don’t even have a job! I’ve been applying everywhere even after my miscarriage, but it’s so difficult. Oh, and then my grandmas dementia got real bad during that time, it’s worse now. She seeing people and things that’s not even there and saying “we’re telling her let’s go somewhere”, when we didn’t. We’d literally all be sitting quietly and she says “well are we gonna go?” Then we tell her we didn’t tell her nothing and she gets mad, but it will be like that on repeat. We just leave it though, and tell her to just relax and watch tv. She was a veteran so she’s very stubborn. 😂 but yeah that’s been my month.

My friends name was Steven Henson and this is his gofundme for his parents. There in need of money right now, they’re really having a hard time. https://gofund.me/d5c4a5bd someone also stole his donation jar in Coolidge, AZ.

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immcrtuos-a · 6 years

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G I A N T . C H A R A C T E R . S U R V E Y

[ tagged by ]: @eloquated [ tagging ]: @eyerevived @dcmonblooded @remembcr and everyone else who wants to

G E N E R A L

[ name ]: Raphael Ortiz Santiago [ nicknames ]: Rafa (only by certain people he’s close to) [ birthday ]: June 19 [ birthplace ]: Zacatecas, Mexico [ age ]: 84 (looks like 19) [ eye color ]: Dark brown, almost black [ height ]: 1.75m / 5′7 feet [ weight ]: Fairly muscled [ nationality ]: Mexican [ astrological sign ]: Gemini [ location ]: Hotel Dumort [ siblings ]: four brothers and one sister, all deceased [ pets ]: None [ in the morning i’m ]: Sleeping [ all i need is ]: the Clan [ love is ]: Apparently, a good thing [ i’m afraid of ]: Loved ones dying [ i dream about ]: Not much, unless nightmares are counted too

H A V E . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ pictured your crush naked? ]: No? [ used someone? ]: Yes [ been used? ]: Yes [ been cheated on? ]: No [ considered cheating? ]: No [ been kissed? ]: Yes [ done something you regret? ]: Of course

F A V O R I T E

[ food? ]: Can’t eat anything anymore, so does it matter? [ fruit? ]: It used to be cherries [ candy? ]: I don’t have one [ color? ]: Red [ number? ]: 3 [ animal? ]: Cats [ drink? ]: Blood, obviously [ soda? ]: I preferred coca cola [ book? ]: Macbeth or Julius Caesar [ room? ]: Bedroom [ movie? ]: I don’t have a favorite

D O . Y O U ?

[ have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ]: No [ like cleaning? ]: No [ have a tattoo? ]: No, though I admit they can be nice [ have any piercings? ]: No [ cheat on tests/homework? ]: I don’t remember, probably not [ drink/smoke? ]: Sometimes, with Magnus or Lily [ swear a lot? ]: Probably more than I should [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: I wish I could [ pray? ]: Of course [ go to church? ]: Not anymore, although I used to go every week [ have secrets? ]: Naturally [ have a best friend? ]: Lily and Eliot (and Jack @eyerevived ) [ like your own handwriting? ]: Sure

A R E . Y O U ?

[ obsessive? ]: About certain subjects, I suppose [ excited? ]: Not particularly [ bored? ]: At the moment, yes [ happy? ]: Not really [ missing someone? ]: Yes [ confused? ]: No [ tired? ]: No [ mad? ]: At certain people, yes [ sleepy? ]: No

D O . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ wait around just to talk to someone? ]: Sure [ write about those ‘special’ moments? ]: No, I don’t need a diary to remember [ wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ]: No

W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . W H O ?

[ you talked to? ]: Lily and Eliot [ you hugged? ]: Magnus [ you kissed? ]: That’s unimportant [ sent you a letter? ]: The Los Angeles clan leader [ you sent a letter to? ]: The Los Angeles clan leader, in return [ you laughed with? ]: Eliot [ slept in your bed? ]: Myself [ you shared a drink with? ]: Lily or Eliot [ you went to the movies with? ]: A group of the Clan, a few years ago [ yelled at you? ]: Camille [ you called? ]: Magnus [ you kicked? ]: A Shadowhunter [ you saw? ]: Lily

W H O . I S ?

[ the most handsome person you know? ]: Objectively, probably Magnus? Although, Isabelle Lightwood is also beautiful. [ the weirdest person you know? ]: Simon Lewis, without a doubt the most confusing person I currently know [ the funniest person you know? ]: Eliot [ the loudest person you know? ]: Loud in volume is Lily, loud in character is Magnus [ the quietest person you know? ]: Aurélie, a clan member [ the sweetest person you know? ]: Johannes, another clan member [ the most serious person you know? ]: Every person from the Clave [ your best friend? ]: Well, that used to be Ragnor [ the person you hate the most? ]: Valentine Morgenstern [ the person you see most? ]: Lily and Eliot [ your soul-mate? ]: Soul-mates don’t exist.

W H A T . I S ?

[ the first thing you thought of when you woke up? ]: Everything that needed to be done tonight [ the song that best describes you? ]: I don’t know [ your best feature? ]: Physical or in general? [ your most treasured memory? ]: Any of the ones with my hermanos

I N . T H E . F U T U R E

[ what is the age you hope to get married? ]: I’m not going to be married [ number and names of kids? ]: I won’t have any [ where do you see yourself at age twenty? ]: I’ve surpassed twenty by a few decennia now [ describe your dream wedding? ]: I already said I won’t have one, so it doesn’t matter [ when and how do you want to die? ]: Preferably a long time from now and quickly [ what are your career plans? ]: Keep leading the clan [ some place you’d like to visit? ]: I would like to go back to Zacatecas.

L A S T . T I M E

[ last time you went out of state? ]: Clan business a few months ago [ last time you were outside? ]: Yesterday night [ last time you had a snowball fight? ]: Years ago [ last time you were listening to music? ]: A while ago

O T H E R

[ how many people would you say are good friends of yours? ]: Three [ what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? ]: Emotional. [ have you felt this recently? ]: Yes [ what do you wear to bed? ]: Sweatpants and a t-shirt [ when’s the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? ]: As a child [ have you ever used a ouija board? ]: No [ how many rings before you pick up the phone? ]: As soon as I can find it

#i was only born inside my dreams: musings

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kz-i-co · 7 years

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What Am I To You?

» Summary: Taehyung was in love with you but you’re in love with someone else

» Pairings: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

» Genre: Angst ╫ college au

» Words: 5.5k

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“Taehyung?” He looked up at you.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” He arched his eyebrows. He thought, why would you ever think to ask?

“Of course you are.”

“Shhh.” Some student behind the both of you shh you for being too loud in the library.

“Thank you.” You sadly smiled.

The thing was you were best friends with Taehyung almost your whole life. You met in 6th grade and you clicked ever since, but only as friends. The only thing that you didn’t know was Taehyungs little crush on you turned to love. He didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship so he never said anything.

He was always there for you, through everything, even your worst breakups. It crushed him to see you with anyone else but it was even worse seeing you heart broken.

You both were so close you even made plans to go to the same college. And you did. It was already your second year and things were still good with you and Tae, but he secretly hated your boyfriend. Jake. You met him your first year of college because he was and still is Taehyungs roommate.

You have been dating Jake for almost a year now and you felt like you were in love but other times you felt he didn’t feel the same way, even though he says he is.

“Why would you even ask me that?” Taehyung broke your train of thought.

You just shrugged your shoulders as a response. “Do you want to finish studying in your room?” You asked.

“Sure.” He confirmed.

“Shh.”

“Let’s hurry.” He glared at the shh student.

“Yay, now we can be loud.” You shouted.

You fell back onto Taehyungs bed. “Can I set you up?” You asked lifting your head to see if he was listening.

“What?” He looked at you off guard.

“There’s this really cute girl in my English class….you guys would be perfect.”

He rubbed his head while opening his book. “I dont know.”

“Please.” You begged.

“Why?”

“Okay….she kind of has this huge crush on you and I told her maybe we could double date?” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

He didn’t even know how to answer you honestly. “She thinks your hot.” You teased. “And don’t denied because you are.”

He was surprised from your compliment because you never had before. And you honestly thought Tae was hot. You always thought he was adorable but these past few years you noticed how much he has changed. He grew up well.

You always thought why he was never in a serious relationship because boy was he attractive. Throughout high school even, you had other girl friends who had crushes on him. He would date a lot but never been in a relationship more then a week for all you knew.

“Come on Tae Tae.” You used his nickname against him. You jumped up from his bed and threw your arms around him from behind. “It’ll be fun.” He sighed.

“Fine…for you.” You squealed in excitement.

“Thank you.” You started tickling him and he laughed while grabbing you and pushing you on the bed. He grabbed your hands as you tried to attempt to tickle him again. He was towering over you giggling when you heard the door open.

“What’s up guys?” Jake walked through the door.

It didn’t faze him to see you both in your previous position. He was never jealous of you and Tae together. He stubbornly knew he had no competition.

Tae immediately got off of you and sat back down in his chair. You stood up to greet your boyfriend. “Hey babe.”

He leaned in and pecked your lips then moving down to suck your neck. “I’ve been so horny thinking about you last period.” He moaned in your ear.

Taehyung could clearly hear and made a face of disgust.

“Wow, I can see that.” You giggled.

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

Taehyung slammed his book shut and stood up. He started to walk towards the door.

“Thanks man….hey could you put a sock on the door.” Jake winked at you causing you to blush.

Taehyung glared at both of you annoyed. You gave him an apologetic smile and he walked out.

As soon as Taehyung left, Jake was practically ripping your clothes off. You didn’t have time for foreplay, he wanted you now and that’s what he got.

Taehyung went to his friends room. “What’s wrong now?” Hoseok asked.

“They basically threw me out so they can fuck each other.” Taehyung said pissed off.

“That’s rough.” Jimin felt sorry for his friend.

“Maybe you should forget about her and find someone else.”

“I’ve tried….I can’t get her out of my head.”

“You can’t blame him….shes a tease.” Jimin interrupted.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Tae defended you.

“I’m sorry Tae, I know she’s your friend but it almost seems like shes leading you on and its working.”

“I’ve been friends with her since I was little, she’s not like that.”

“We see the way she’s with you, sometimes the way she talks to you or even the way she touches you….thats not a friendship kind of way.”

“She’s just affectionate.” He still defended you.

“I don’t know man…I think she secretly likes you.” Jimin finished.

Tae shook his head to disagree. “I agree.” Hoseok spoke up.

Taehyung tilted his head back annoyed.

“Thanks guys but we’ve been friends for so long, I think that would of come up by now.”

An hour later you decided to text Tae and tell him the coast was clear. You even added that you were very sorry, it wasn’t your intentions.

He went back to his room and he noticed Jake was on the phone laughing. Taehyung figured you went back to your room.

Taehyung decided to lay in bed playing with his laptop. “Okay I’ll see you later.” Jake said flirty through the phone. Tae had a strong feeling that it wasn’t you.

“Sorry about before man.” He perked up on the bed breaking Taes train of thought. “I couldn’t help myself….(Y/N) has one of those sexy bodies that once you think about it, you get an instant boner.” Jake laughed and Tae rolled his eyes without him noticing.

He hated how he talked about you, like you were some toy to show off.

“I really needed that, the way she is under me-”

Tae cleated his throat. “Yeah I bet.” He laughed sarcastically.

“Man you need to get laid….did (Y/N) tell you about the double date?” Jake asked.

“Um…yeah…but-”

“No buts man….you need to get some ass.” Jake was inconsiderate. “Hot piece of ass I should add.”

“Okay whatever.” Tae finally agreed.

“Yeah….so are you a virgin?”

“W-what?” Tae asked surprised by the sudden question.

“You know….have you had sex before?” Jake further explained.

“Once.” Tae said nervously. And it was the truth.

You took Taehyung to several parties and the one night you gave in to an ex boyfriend who you knew was cheating and broke up with. You got drunk and were desperate. Taehyung got so upset he downed several drinks which ended up with him sleeping with some girl.

“Once? C'mon man….do you at least watch porn?”

Tae felt uncomfortable with this whole thing. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, I’ll tell you plenty of sites to check out.” He winked.

“It’s one date, I wasn’t planning on having sex.” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

Jake laughed at his reaction. “Really man….nice guys finish last remember, be confident.”

“At least go to third base.” Tae slightly shook his head to disagree but Jake took it as him confused. “You know letting her give you a blow job or eating her out.”

“I don’t-”

“Trust me….girls are all over those things.”

“Maybe.” Tae said to just shut him up.

“That’s my man.” Then he got up. “I’m going to get ready.”

“For what?” Tae asked.

“The date stupid.”

“That’s tonight?” Taehyung panicked.

“Yeah so you better get ready.”

“Heyy.” You greeted Nayeon your new friend from class.

“Hi….do I look okay?” She asked.

“You look beautiful.” You smiled. You were so excited. You really hope her and Taehyung hit it off. You felt bad for your best friend, you thought he was lonely. You barely see him date and you thought he needed a little push.

“Let’s go.” You laced with her arms.

“Girls like bad boys….act like you don’t care it drives them crazy.” Jake tried to give advice to Taehyung while they waited for the girls but he wasn’t fully listening.

“You know what else drives them nuts.”

Taehyung arched his eyebrows. “Playing hard to get….like you’re not interested.”

Taehyung attention went to both girls as they made their way over. Tae was taken back at your beauty. You smiled at him first.

You yourself was taken back by Taehyungs appearance. You never have been more affected by him. He was wearing all black with a red jacket. You tried not to stare at your best friend and looked at your actual boyfriend.

“Hey babe.” Jake grabbed you pulling you in for a desperate kiss.

“Hi.” Taehyung sweetly bowed for Nayeon.

She blushed at him in the process. You watched as you tried to get out of your boyfriends horny grasp.

“Let’s go.” You glared at him.

At the restaurant, you were quite surprised how nice it was. You felt a little uncomfortable because you knew this was out of Jakes price range. It’s nice that he picked such a nice place but you were positive he wouldn’t be able to pay for it.

“Table for four? Come this way.” You all followed the waitress. Jake sat next to you and Tae and Nayeon sat across, next to each other. It was cute how nervous she was. You were surprised how Tae was feeling. He didn’t seem nervous at all, you couldn’t tell to be honest. He was always hard to read these days.

The waitress wrote down your drinks and left. You kept feeling Jakes hand make his way up your shirt. You warned him several times not to do that by the fifth time you had to tell him verbally.

“Please don’t make this uncomfortable for me.” You whispered.

You could tell how pissed off he was by the way he slouched in his chair.

You looked over across the table and you saw Taehyung and Nayeon engaged in a conversation. They were smiling, almost like they were a real couple. You couldn’t help but feel jealous but you couldn’t figure why. It’s not like you liked your best friend, at least in that way.

Taehyung tried his best not to pay attention to you, but you couldn’t look away from him.

You glanced at the waitress as she set the food on the table. You also followed Jakes eyes who were on the waitress the entire time and as she left. It was obvious he was checking her out. You looked away but caught Taehyung looking at you distraught.

He instantly knew how you felt, he also wondered why you never confronted him about it.

You cleared your throat bringing the attention to you. “So any plans after?”

“How about a movie?” Nayeon suggested.

“That’s a great idea.” You agreed.

After you ate Jake pulled the ‘I don’t have enough money card’. He only pulled out a twenty dollar bill and Taehyung agreed to pay the rest.

You handed Jake your debt card and told him to go buy the tickets.

“I’m sorry….you shouldn’t have to do that.” You apologized to Tae.

“That’s okay.” He shrugged.

“No it’s not, that place was too expensive and it was his idea to go there, he should of paid.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to make him pay you back.”

“Well how is he paying for the movie tickets?” He asked.

“I gave him my card.”

Taehyung looked at you surprised but quickly turned to anger. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“It’s fine Tae.”

“It’s not, you shouldn’t have to pay for all of us.”

“I agree.” Nayeon spoke up.

“It’s fine….I’m happy to spend it on my friends.” You smiled.

Nayeon did a fake smile and Taehyung just looked at Jake and rolled his eyes as he made his way over.

“Taehyung please just let it go.” You used his whole name, but he wasn’t budging. “For me?”

He looked at you sadly. He hated how you let people walk all over you. Especially when your boyfriend was the main victim.

“Let’s go.” Jake signal you to follow.

He grabbed your hands pulling you in quickly so he could wrap his arm around you. He planted a sloppy kiss on your lips and slapped your ass.

Taehyung clenched his fist as he stood behind you. Nayeon moved in closer next to Tae and grabbed his hand. She figured he was only mad at you paying for the tickets not what he just witness.

He calmed down as he looked at Nayeon. She had a genuine personality, just like you. He could see how you were friends.

You got to the room where your movie was playing after paying at the concession stand. You all decided to sit farther in the back. You and Jake in the last row with Tae and Nayeon right in the row before.

The theater only just started trailers as Jake shoved his tongue in your mouth. It was almost like he forgot you were in a theater the way he fondled your breast.

He let his hand travel farther down, making his hand crawl up your skirt. He started rubbing your sensitive area outside of your underwear making you slightly moan.

You pulled away seeing Taehyung and Nayeon looking back at you. “Sorry.” You slapped Jake as he chuckled.

Throughout the movie Taehyung noticed how you and Jake were making out more then watching the movie, but you eventually got annoyed as he kept trying to finger you. It could never be just a simple kiss with Jake, he always had to turn into a horn dog.

Taehyung thought back to his advice he heard from Jake. Make her think you’re not interested, basically making you jealous. But he also figured you didn’t like him anyway so maybe use Nayeon to get over you. He wanted to get over you, because it was obvious to him that you didn’t like him more then friends.

He made the first move by reaching over for Nayeons hands. He gently interlocked his figures with hers. She nervously smiled feeling his warm hand in hers.

After you all stepped out of the movie the girls went to the bathroom.

“Thank you (Y/N).” Nayeon had the biggest smile.

“Your welcome.” You smiled back, you were happy they were connecting but you felt a little envious but you couldn’t figure out why.

“I didn’t know you and your boyfriend were so serious.” She winked.

“Yeah….hes great.” You pretended.

“So you going to her room?” Jake wiggled his eyebrows.

“I just met her.”

“Remember what we talked about dude, she is so gonna sleep with you, (Y/N) told me she is crazy about you.”

“I’m not-”

“Please dude.” Jake begged.

“Oh I get it, you’re trying to get rid of me so you can fuck.” Taehyung said angry.

Jake shook his head. “Okay maybe, but I’m not lying, go get some ass dude.”

You both heard a throat clearing. You and Nayeon were standing there. It was obvious to them that you and Nayeon heard them. Taehyung just looked at you both apologetic.

“Come on babe.” Jake reached for you and Taehyung stayed a little to walk with Nayeon.

“Okay see ya’s later.” Jake dragged you into his room and shut the door in front of Tae and Nayeon face.

Jake immediately pushed you down on the bed and started tugging down your skirt. “Jake what did you tell Tae?”

“Huh?” He kissed up your thighs.

“What did you say to Tae?” You said more assertively.

He didn’t stop kissing you. “Jake.” You said louder.

“What?” He whined.

You glared at him. “I didn’t tell him anything bad, I just told him to get laid.”

“Why?”

“Why are you so mad, what’s the big deal?” He asked.

“Taehyungs not like that.” You argued.

“He needs a push alright, he said he’s only slept with one girl so I gave him some manly advice.”

Taehyungs had sex? You felt a sting in your gut from the thought. Why hasn’t he ever told You? You have been friends for years.

“You’re a man?” You snapped. Then you left his room in anger.

“I’m sorry for what you heard.” Taehyung walked Nayeon to her room. “I promise I’m not like him.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled. “You want to go inside?”

She opened her door. “My roommates with her boyfriend tonight.”

Taehyung swallowed nervously. “Okay.”

She pulled his hand inside leading him to the bed. She sat down next to him nervously.

He looked around her room not sure of what to do. “Tae.” She whispered.

As soon as he looked in her direction she brought her lips to his. He was a little surprised at first but he eventually responded. Their lips moved in sync not bothering to pull away. He snaked his arm around her waist bringing her closer.

He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help but think of you. He struggled with his feelings and how he felt at that very moment. He wanted to get over you, he needed to get over you because he knew he never had a chance with you.

The kiss got deeper immensely as she pushed Tae farther on the bed so he was laying down. She moved in a different position so she could straddle his waist.

She leaned down leaving wet kisses along his neck making sure marks were visible. He felt up her chest from under her shirt just as she started rocking along his hips. She was creating friction with every movement, making his member hard. She herself got excited from the effect she had on him.

Tae felt Nayeon grab the waist buckle of his pants. He felt a hitch in his breathing as she tugged on the fabric. She immensely pulled away to catch her breath.

“So Jake said that you should get laid?” Nayeon bit her lip.

“I don’t expect us to have sex on the first date.” Taehyung sweetly stated.

“Okay….but what about something else?” Nayeon got off the bed and went to her knees in front of him. He immediately thought differently of her. He thought she was shy but this changed everything. He thought nothing negative but just surprised.

She started to unbuttoned his pants and quickly went down to the zipper.

Taehyung sat up to watch her movements. His stomach erupted with butterflies watching her fondle his zipper.

“We don’t have to do this.” He shook.

“No worries.” She said flirty. “I want to.”

She tugged on his pants revealing the waistline of his boxers. She leaned up closer and started to pull on them just enough to expose him.

She smiled as soon as she saw his stiffened member. She grabbed him and immediately started pumping. His breathing picked up with her touch. He closed his eyes feeling the pleasure build up as soon as she brought her mouth around his member licking the tip.

Nayeon eventually stopped the teasing and started bobbing her head. Taehyung moaned quietly tilting his head back. He could feel his pleasure rising with every pump. He wasn’t gonna last long. He clenched the bed sheets underneath him as he reached his climax.

She giggled feeling him shoot up into her mouth. She licked up the remaining juices dripping down his member. She leaned back licking her mouth clean.

“You okay?” She giggled.

Taehyung was still titling his head back trying to catch his breath. When he looked back up he was surprised how she went back to her shy state so quickly.

“Yeah.” He pulled his pants back up. She climbed back to the bed sitting next to him.

“I’ve liked you for a while Tae.” She bit her lip. “Well since the beginning of the year.” She corrected.

“Why?” He asked. “Just curious.”

“You’re different then most guys.” Taehyung looked up at Nayeon. “Your just sweet and caring and generous….I could go on.”

“When (Y/N) first told me about you, I expected that you were a couple, so I was surprised that you weren’t.”

She brushed her hair behind her ear. “I don’t understand how she could be best friends with you and not have feelings for you.” She giggled.

“She’s blind.”

“Thank you.” He smiled.

“Do you have feelings for her?” He was taken back by the sudden question. “It’s fine if you do….you can tell me.”

He nodded. “But its clear she doesn’t like me like that so I’ve decided to move on.”

“I don’t know about that honestly….” She smiled. “Or at least stop daydreaming and see that’s there better guys out there then Jake.” She made a face.

Taehyung laughed in the process. Then he leaned in giving her a passionate kiss which she gladly accepted.

Taehyung walked back to his room slowly thinking about Nayeon. He liked her. He thought she was sweet and logical and he feels like he could get over you in no time. But he secretly didn’t want to.

When he reached his door he was surprised he still saw a sock on the door. He leaned in closer and felt disgusted when he heard moaning sounds and the bed rocking. He groaned and headed towards Jimin and Hoseoks room.

As he started to make his way over his phone rang. As soon as he pulled it out of his pocket, he was surprised as he saw your name flashing.

“Hello?” He said confused.

“Hey what’s up? Do you want to hang out a bit?” His confusion grew.

“Where are you?”

“My room silly?” He knew something was off.

“I thought you were with Jake.” He stated.

“I was but he was being a jerk so I left.” Then it hit him, Jake was cheating.

Taehyung quickly made it to your room knocking on your door loudly.

“Hey you’re here fast.” You opened the door.

Taehyung want to tell you but he felt like it wasn’t his place to do so. He wanted Jake to come clean himself.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you saw your friend distraught.

Taehyung didn’t say anything he just walked in and sat on your bed. “Why did you fight with Jake?”

“It wasn’t a big fight, he’s just an idiot that’s all.” You defended him.

“You’re staying together?” Tae asked hoping to hear the answer he wanted to here.

“Yeah why?” You giggled. “Look Tae, I know he hasn’t been your favorite person lately but he’s not a bad guy.”

“I’m happy.” You spoke before Taehyung could.

Then he looked down at his lap. “He’s not right for you.”

“Why do you say that?” You started getting offensive.

“He’s just an asshole, he doesn’t treat you right.” He raised his voice. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

You looked away angry. You knew Jake can be an ignorant ass sometimes but he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. He loves you. Right?

“Tae please don’t do this?”

“Why?” He stood up. “I’m your best friend, I’m trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me, you’re not my dad.” You stood up as well. He turned around to avoid your glare. “You’re my friend and that’s all you’ll ever be.”

He looked at you once again heart broken. “I guess you don’t know what a friend is then.” He softly spoke and walked towards your door leaving you by yourself.

Tears fell from your eyes as you felt every emotion hit you. You instantly had regret. Taehyung was only trying to help you and you pushed him away.

But why was he saying all this now? You have been together with Jake for a year now and he practically lived with him, shouldn’t this come up sooner?

You rested your head on your pillow letting the tears fall.

Its been two days now and you still haven’t talk to Taehyung nor has he talked to you. You’ve had fights before but this is already the longest you haven’t spoken to him. He was always the cheerful one to settle the fight first. Make amends. But his was different. You didn’t realize how heart broken you made him feel.

Especially when he knew something terrible about your boyfriend and all you did was defend him.

Taehyung decided to move on, he thought it was for the best. He thought maybe he can finally get over you.

Your first class you sat down in the front row. You were usually pretty early.

“Hey (Y/N).” Nayeon greeted you.

“Hey.” You smiled.

But before you could have a full conversation someone grabbed her hand pulling her away from you. You followed where they went back a few rows.

You didn’t get a good glance at the person until they settled in their seats. Taehyung? It was Taehyung who pulled Nayeon away. The only thing it didn’t look like Taehyung. He died his hair blonde? Why?

Plus he pulled your seating buddy away from you. He was being cold. You glanced behind your shoulder and snuck a look at your friend and your ex best friend. They were giggling together. Then you were blown away as you saw him bring her into a kiss passionately.

They were together that quick?

You felt like you couldn’t breath. Everything was changing before your eyes. You wiped a stray tear as the teacher finally made an appearance.

“Settle down class.” The teacher groaned. “You two separate.” He pointed and you looked back following his finger. Taehyung and Nayeon were still engaged in a kiss.

“Now.” He raised his voice making the class chuckle. They finally separate with a fit of giggles.

You couldn’t pay attention to class one bit. You felt like you were being suffocated.

“Hey (Y/N).” You heard a voice linger behind you. “Class is over.” Nayeon tapped your shoulder.

“Come on Nayeon.” You heard Tae spoke.

Nayeon noticed something was wrong. “You can catch up with Jungkook, I’m going to walk (Y/N) to her next class.”

You slightly lifted your head up as you saw Taehyung make a face.

“Please, I’ll see you later.” She grabbed his cheek pecking his lips.“ He nodded and left.

“Come on.” You stood up as she walked you to the door.

You stopped by the cafeteria as you both still had a half hour till your next class. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong.” Nayeon bought you a coffee.

“Has Taehyung mentioned me?” She was surprised by the sudden question.

“No why?”

“He hates me.” You held back your tears.

“No he doesn’t.” She giggled but she didn’t know what has happened.

“Yes he does…we had a fight and he hasn’t talked to me since.”

“Since when?”

“Two days ago.” You looked up at her with a serious expression.

“Maybe because he’s been with me.” She tried to be optimistic.

“You seen him this morning.” Then she realized, you have always sat together first period.

“I’ll talk to him no worries.” She smiled. You actually felt the weight lift off your shoulders. Nayeon was a sweet cheerful person, you were sure she would be the peace maker.

“So you guys are official I see.” You changed the subject, plus you were generally curious

“Yeah…thanks to you.” She smiled.

“Since the date?” You asked.

“Yeah after you and Jake left us we headed back towards my room.” She bit her lip flirty.

“Oh right sorry about that.”

“Trust me it’s okay.” She blushed. Don’t tell me they had sex. That was the first thought that came to your head, just by her signals.

“So what did you do?” You arched your eyebrows.

She was a blushing mess she covered her face. “I can’t tell you.”

“What? Did you have sex or something?” You said with a hint of attitude while sipping your coffee.

“No but close.”

You just shrugged your shoulders. “I gave him a blow-” She mumbled making you choke on your coffee but it was clear what she said.

“You okay.” She handed you napkins.

“You what?” You wiped your face. “Did you say a blow-”

Nayeon shhh you for saying it so loud. “Yes…please be quiet.”

“What the fuck Nayeon….after the first date?” You judged your friend. You were honestly angry. It was probably your jealousy getting the best of you even though you would never admit it.

“I can’t believe it….I would never thought he would do that?”

“He didn’t do it…it was my idea.” She mumbled some more.

“Why?”

“We started making out and we were just caught up in the moment….we decided not to have sex at least.” She panicked. “Stop looking at me like that it’s not like we were strangers.”

She had a point.

“I’m sorry….I just cant picture either of you doing that, especially on the first date.” She just shrugged.

“I really like him and I think he likes me.” She blushed. “I’m still nervous around him”

“I’m happy for you.” You pretended.

You wanted to be but for some reason you found it repulsive. You didn’t understand your feelings because you don’t like Taehyung more then a friend. Or do you?

You can’t, you’ve been friends for too long, it would be weird. You shook your head trying to forget about your thoughts. You didn’t like him like that, you just missed him only paying attention to you, no matter how selfish that sounded.

Later that day you went to Taehyung room, you needed to talk to him. You slowly knocked on the door nervously.

As soon as he saw you his face dropped. He seemed like a whole different person, not just because of his hair but his style and attitude were different.

“Jakes not here.” He said with no emotion.

“I don’t care about Jake I want to see you.”

“Why, we’re not friends.” You were blown away, this wasn’t him.

“I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean it okay.” You begged. “Please can we talk.” He opened the door wider for you but he did it with annoyance evident in his face. He sat down on his bed while you tried to start your apology.

He folded his arms waiting. “Look I’m an idiot okay.” You smiled falsely.

“I promise I didn’t mean-” Before you could speak the door opened up. Jake.

“Hey babe.” He said while hugging you from behind. Perfect timing. He started kissing your neck and you pulled away.

“Not now okay.”

“You’re not still mad at me are you?” He snapped.

“Looks like you guys need to talk.” Taehyung grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door.

“Tae wait, I need to talk to you.”

“Your boyfriends more important.” Then he left, just like that.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Jake looked at you.

“Nothing okay.” You sped towards the door.

“I haven’t seen you all day?”

“I’m sorry I need to go.” You rushed.

“You rather chase him then be with me.” He was angry.

“No but he’s dealing with something okay.” You lied.

“Fine….but I want to see you later.” You nodded and left.

You sped up after Tae quickly. You saw him about to meet up with Nayeon as she was sitting on a bench a little away.

“Tae wait.”

He looked surprised as he turned around. “What do you want?” He snapped.

“Why are you being like this, this isn’t you…this isn’t your hair.”

“Why do you care?” He asked.

“Because you’re my best friend.” You stated the obvious.

“Last I checked we weren’t.” He said coldly.

“You decided that on your own.” You argued.

“No all I was doing was try to help you and you pushed me away, you wouldn’t even listen to what I had to say.”

“What then? What was so important?”

He looked at you and didn’t say a word. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.” He turned around once again.

You saw Nayeon make her way over with a concerned look.

“Tae?” You tried one last time.

“Please I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want Nayeon to worry.” You saw the innocence in his eyes that you remember.

“(Y/N)-” Nayeon started.

“She’s fine.” Tae started pulling her away but Nayeon eyes were still glued to yours.

You just smiled and waved at her as the tears finally fell from your eyes.

You slowly made your way back to your dorm. “Hey (Y/N).” Your roommate greeted you. “Jake was looking for you.”

You nodded and laid down for a bit. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You sighed. You got up and decided to go see Jake. You needed to prove something to yourself.

When you reached his room you were confused by the rubber band on the door. You knocked a few times and entered like you normally do.

“Jake?” You cried.

There he was in bed with some blonde chick half way naked.

“Now I know what Taehyung wanted to tell me.” The tears fell.

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