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beann-e · 3 years ago

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“ honestly Suna sometimes it feels like your just sitting there — calculating — thinking of ways that you can piss me off” you let out in a huff of anger as you slammed your hand onto the arm rest placed in the middle of the car. Voice loud enough to be heard from a mile away and then some “ And then you don’t even fucking care “

“ I’m sorry you feel that way “

“ seriously ? seriously Suna “

“ oh I’m sorry would you like me to say it jokingly? “

The silence that towered over the both of you was tall and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon “ WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY “ his hand came up to run down his face as he sighed

“ look I'm sorry baby but — “

“ but nothing — I'm tired Rin—I'm tired of you screwing with me“ you groaned “ honestly at this point just fuck off “

he moved to pull the keys from the car unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door as your jaw hung open “ what the fuck Suna — “

“ I'm fucking off you ungrateful bit—“

“ you asshole — all of a sudden you take everything literal right ?? huh only when you want to right “

“ y’know what— no you fuck off —ok y/n “

“ see that’s what I'm talking about “

“ honestly I doubt you even know what you were talking about in the first place “

your steps quickened as you followed after the male who stopped at your front door imputing the code and opening your house door “ This is what I mean by you keep fucking with me Suna “

“ oh “ he moved to sit down on the couch arms flung behind it and legs spread wide out in front of him. “ is it really— because , the 40 minute argument in the car about your best friend hitting on me didn’t quite make that clear “ he scoffed shaking his head along with it “ your shitty reasoning must of gotten lost on one of the many streets of Japan y/n “

His eyes glowing body perking up with his next sentence “ yknow what how about you go find it hmm then we can have this little talk sometime later -- preferably when I'm sleeping id hate to be awake for another one of your hellish complaints babe.”

your anger was only growing as the argument continued “ you fucking douchebag I bet you don’t even know why I'm pissed off “

He let out a small sigh of a laugh his legs shaking and hitting each other in a wave before they resumed their earlier position “ I don’t“

“ and you don’t care either do you “

“ I don’t “

Your heart broke for the first time ever in your relationship with the stoic male after hearing his words and tone. In all the time you and your boyfriend had been together you two never argued about his lack of emotion or care.

It never bothered you

It never affected you

until it did

4 hours ago

You smiled up at the taller male as his mouth continued to run while talking to the rest of his volleyball team. This was the first time you’d ever seen him talk for more than 5 minutes with anything other then yeah’s and small mhmms.

The both of you had been invited to a class reunion and you only decided to go because of his new teams constant nagging

Suna had been telling you all week to find something else to do and that you didn’t have to go with him. That it would be too boring and long and that you would be better off having fun without him.

Of course you put up a fight but, ultimately lost and decided to hang out by yourself for the earlier half of the day spending last weeks paycheck on this weeks shopping spree

it felt nice to treat yourself but you couldn’t help but want to treat your boyfriend too. The thought of him being bored alone plagued your mind and you had to get it out.

The only way to do that was to go to the reunion.

Now how you imagined it would go is you show up in your fancy new dress surprising him smile a bit , talk up some of the host and sneak your way in and then mingle and go home and cuddle and kiss your boyfriend all night

funny thing is somewhere in that prewritten script you had created you didn’t realize imagination is not always reality.

The sight of your boyfriend leaning against a wall with a glass in his hand and his other on the string of your best friends dress had you reeling in the disgust that you wanted to spill so badly on the floor right now

All you’d done was go to the restroom but now you sat with your eyes widening while you watched his eyebrows come together in annoyance with the string that wouldn’t come undone.

Your best friend faced away from him back to his chest and a small smile on her face. Cheeks heated from his touch and in that moment you cursed her for having a look on her face that made it visible how much she enjoyed his warmth. You wished she didn’t make it so obvious how the closeness to your boyfriend was making her feel

how it was encouraging her

Your heart broke when you seen Suna finally relax and blow air out of his cheeks before nodding softly almost thanking the gods that he figured it out and it was over

Your feet moving before you could even process what to say to either of them.

“ y-y/—“

your hand came in contact with your best friends face before she could even finish the loud slap echoing through the room as everyone turned to find the source of the noise

Eyebrows raising when they noticed it was not only a slap but a full on one sided battle between you and the girl who everyone seen as nice and quiet during your school years

They never knew of the undercover bitch that was lurking behind the surface. They’d never see the way she was smirking as she took every hit given to her in stride. Your boyfriends hands wrapping around your torso as he looked down and seen that you were hovering over her ripping her to bits

You never letting go of the grip your thighs held around her own as she whispered to where only you could hear “ aw poor y/n’s defending someone that doesn’t even want em—gonna go to jail for someone so unloyal huh “

Your eyes lit up with pure hatred as the security made their way over to you reaching to take you from Sunas hold and lessening your grip on the woman beneath you

“ sir we need you to let her go “

“ don’t touch me until you actually make it all the way to police academy you fucking lowlife. “ you spit out “ how the hell do you only make it to security much less high school reunion security “

“ the hell do you know — you don’t even know how hard police academy is asshole “

“ ah I bet your kids’ll be real proud “ your eyes squinted at his name tag “ todd — you kiss your wife with that mouth “

you laughed eyes rolling from him to suna “ or are you like this asshole and kiss your mistress with it instead ? huh toodles ? “

“ ha — ‘m gonna have fun with you--ya little prick. sir — let ‘em go or else i’ll pull out the big guns — they snuck in here and now their disrespecting an officer “

“ big guns “ your laugh circulated through the room “ ‘k sure let me stop before I get pepper sprayed “

“ my hands already on the trigger you lil bitc— “

“ hey “ sunas voice growled behind you “ watch who the fuck your talking to toodles“

“ just— get—get the fuck off dude I didn’t go to police academy so I could avoid this — their full on disrespecting me come on man get off“ your face scrunched up in annoyance as you saw the security look like they were about to cry

“ well I mean — “ he sighed “ it’s not like your a real officer right“ suna sighed out as he began to bite his lip in worry “ I mean we can let this slide right ? “ he nodded looking towards the males name badge “ uh toodles“

He coughed “ todd — I mean todd “

“ I’m sorry but, even if I could “ his gaze dead set on you “ which I really don’t want to — seeing as though they disrespected me “

His voice sounding proud as he continued “ and I'll have you know I'm security guard of the mouth asshole “

“ oh whoop dee fucking do Tinkerbelle ”

“ y-fucking-/n “ you could feel the way Suna was seething above you breath hot and you could tell his face was made up in a snarl “ if you don't shut the fuck up I swear on Atsumu’s unwashed boxers ill leave your ass prison letters starting tonight “

“ see —— sir I'm trying “ he sighed “ I really am trying to let this go but — “

“ their with me — “

“sure “ he scoffed “ I'll need to see some relations or — “

“ their my s/—their my plus one “ his eyes moved to look at everyone surrounding you guys then back to the position he now held you in before finally dropping you to the floor. Your heart dropping and ears tuning everything out from that point on.

Everything on mute until you got in the car and were finally met with his low voice as he buckled you in and walked to his side turning the car on “ y/n “

You turned to look out the window “ y/n that — “

His voice was so hard but so weak “ y/n that was so fucking embarrassing “ Your body shivered at his words

“ having to watch my fucking s/o almost get fucking arrested “

His hands tightened their grip on the wheel “ then turning around and having to talk you out of it in front of our whole graduating class “

his voice went deadpanned as he swerved a bit on the road mixing lanes “ and — and my team — oh fuck my team “

he started to breathe a bit heavier as you began to feel bad hearing the sadness in his voice. His body shifting in his seat “ all so you could “

he laughed a bit at the situation “ all so you could take your ugly ass insecurities out on your friend ? “

he scoffed looking from you to the road and back to you “ when did you two even stop being friends huh ? did I miss that or ?? do friends just go out and leave bruises on each other or is that something new? What-- is it like a new TikTok trend -- a fashion statement huh ?? the fuck is it because, I'm not a friend person so maybe you know something I don’t “

He scoffed “ maybe — maybe I'll never be a friend person after something like that. If friends are just beating each other’s asses in broad day light out the fucking blue then I'll just stick with ‘tsumu at least I know I can beat his ass if he were to pull some shit like that “

‘ friend ‘ you thought silently

“ poor kid didn’t even see it coming “ he shook his head at you turning back to the road “ holy hell that’s shameful y/n “

he whispered “ I don’t even wanna think about the rumors that’ll spread about us tomorrow “

The car was quiet only for a minute as Suna re arranged his thoughts before he could beat into you again “ friend Suna ? “

your voice was dry “ Rin do friends help each other out of their clothes ? “

your eyebrows creased “ do they focus so intently on another woman while their own is in the same room “

“ I didn’t know you were there “

“ SO YOU ONLY TAKE FRIENDS CLOTHES OFF WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ NO I “

“ YOU ONLY TOUCH OTHER WOMEN WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ y/n jus— “ he took a deep breathe and let it out “ just shut up its not like that “ he let out an uncomfortable and tired scoff of a laugh “ it wasn't like that “

“ it’s always shut up Suna it’s never ‘ what’s wrong y/n ‘ ‘ are you ok y/n ‘ it’s just ‘ shut up I don’t wanna talk so you don’t wanna talk either ‘ “

you locked eyes with the male in front of you “ I'm done Rin I'm— I'm done “

“ you cant leave me-- heh not after that shit you pulled back there “

“ fuck if I cant--you don't look like my legs to me and as far as I know their still Bluetooth connected to my mind so-- “

“ you'll be an overnight clown you-you need me y/n “ he shook his head “ we need each other “

“ no you need volley ball because you need money-- because guess what asshole as of right now-- your homeless”

“ fuck you as if “

“ we’re over Suna don't let my words finally hit you when you walk out the shitty door”

“ that’s fine by me “ he scoffed “ get the hell out for all I care — I'll pack your shit for you “

“ no— I'll pack your shit asshole your living in my house bottom feeder “

“ if you don’t shut the fuck u— “

“ then what ? huh what — you’ll leave me “

“ I swear to god I'll —”

“ you’ll what cheat on me with my best friend ah I'm so scared — “ your voice holding nothing but mock enthusiasm “ I can just imagine the way you’ll kiss her when I'm not there — these thoughts for some reason almost feels real y’know “

you watched as the man you’d taught yourself to love for 7 years since high school finally walked out the door. His perfume from earlier still hanging in the air long after the door slammed. Your mind racing when you were finally brought to one thought

‘ how did we end up like this and how the hell do we get back ‘

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soobnny · 3 years ago

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I saw someone doing this in my dash and now I need to send a similar ask to you, whoops.

I dare you to pair some of you mutuals with idols, not necessarily ship them, but which mutuals makes you think of which idol??

-🐳 (not sure if there's a whale anon)

oh em Jay let’s gaur !! i’ve been tagged in this a few times so it’s only appropriate that it’s my turn ^_^

@amakumos - yun and riki troublemaker duo 🤟 note: do NOT eat whatever food or drink they try to give U . i see a lot of pranks and giggling among each other in this cute little duo

@jalnandanz - it’s usually heejake ofc but today i will pick heeseung 💗💗💗 just bc we had a conversation on twitter abt second lead heeseung saur now i decide that ur pairing is best friends to lovers but u n jake end up together #yas #angst #HeeseungHeartbroken

@jungwoniics - lia and wonie !! i associate u w wonie bc of ur username and ur layout as well :] specifically blue haired jungwon yasss

@iyeonjuni - cici and user yawnzzn every time yeonjun posts on insta im just like … has cici seen this already 😍 cici and yeonjun would be the bickering parents of a friend group #notresponsible tho they will join the chaos saur

@fairybinie - val and sookai sawry guys it’s gonna Have to be a trio like imagine this: val and kai causing trouble and soobin taking the Fall bc everyone’s like oh em Jay responsible leader soobin it’s ok we will let val and kai off the hook !!

@hakuyeo - yeo and riki SLAYYY i think it’s bc again the layout im pr sure ive just like Associated yeo with riki bc of it

@sqnwo - SUNGHOON idk why im sawry i had a reasoning it’s sunghoon pfp but ur pfp is jungwon … but i yelled sunghoon when i saw ur user bffie maybe it’s bc i knew u starting twitch rivals era <3

@heelvsme - jake and nini just becos of my silly little cupid service n ur discord pfp is also jake 🤨 … giving me very late night adventures together

@ja4hyvn - i was ltrly gonna say kenma n then i was like 🤣🤣🤣 wait a MIN! that’s not an idol! hmmmm maybe chae 4 now just becos of ur twt pfp we were matching but my twt rn is yeji yas slay

@kissuzies - heeseung as of late becos u were screaming at me over my heeseung fic #apology nicha and heeseung type of duo to sleep at ungodly hours bc i said so !!!

@prettywon - riki and that’s on forget me not smau SLAYYYY

@lunarxsun - YUNA im sorry ur names rhyme and yuna always just pops in my head yas #yuna and luna bffs forever

@one16core - sunoo and cai the most slayful people ever basically … also bc of guess who LIKE ur reactions r my fav and i just think ur dynamic w sunoo would be so funny like yall will actually slay everyone

@floverful - jungwon : ( jungwon pfp and ure just so nice always telling me to take care of myself n im just SOBBING reminds me so much of jungwon

@lunaflvms - very wonyoung slay idk sometimes i feel like im talking to wonyoung #DUO i think u two would be the rly mischievous duo as well n yall would def like do silly fashion sprees getting random clothes n trying to make it look good

@iwonzzi - JAY idk why again im just crazy when i thought of U i just kind of went yas jay exactly n im right 😻😻

i’m sorry if i missed a lot of people i just top of my head !!! i hope y’all enjoy this 😜💗💗💗

#🐳 anon

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jackrrabbit · 5 years ago

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Unprofessional [pt. 1] /// Yandere Tendou x f!Reader

Summary: The new hire you’re supposed to be training at your office job is a little too attached for his own good…or yours. [Part 2]

A/N: Someone requested yandere Tendou and I was like !!! However when I wrote it, it turned out kinda long so I split it into 2 parts; I’ll answer the req when I post part 2. Anyway I’m obsessed with the concept of salaryman Tendou, please enjoy!

Tags/warnings: yandere, timeskip (Tendou is 22-23 in this), workplace/office setting, liberal use of “senpai”, alcohol, Tendou’s crackhead energy is toned down a little bit because of the setting [In part 2: smut, 18+]

You don’t really like Tendou when you first meet him.

Your first impression when your boss introduces the new employee is that he’s all talk and no substance. He’s been hired fresh out of university, and he’s got the stink of a former frat boy all over him—that baseless enthusiasm, chaotic goodwill and arrogance mixed together. That might have been your type when you were still sucking down cheap keg beer from red solo cups, but you’re two years into your career as a real grown-up adult now, and the cockiness that radiates off Tendou in waves is just…annoying.

Unfortunately, when your boss tells you to take the newbie under your wing, train him, and be his mentor, it’s not a request. It’s a demand. So you decide to suck it up. If you’re going to have to spend every second at the office with Tendou trailing after you like a baby duck, you may as well get used to him.

After a few weeks, you have to admit he’s not that bad. Sure, he’s not the best at respecting personal space, but how can you blame him? When he looms over you to reach for a file above your head for the nth time and traps you between his body and the cabinet, you finally lose your patience and snap at him to give you some space, but he looks so surprised and apologizes so sincerely that you can’t help forgiving him. You feel a little bad, even, when he explains that he’s never worked in an office before so he’s not used to all the rules that he’s expected to follow in a professional environment.

You can’t really fault him for that, especially when you’re the one who’s supposed to be teaching him these things. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything,” you tell him, and he perks up so quickly that you feel even worse for chewing him out in the first place.

The thing is, Tendou doesn’t really stop getting close to you once you chastise him. It just bothers you less. The dozenth time his hand lingers over yours while you’re passing him a document or he picks an invisible thread off your blouse or sits a little too close when you’re riding in the back of a taxi to a client meeting, you start convincing yourself that you’re overreacting. He’s probably not being that much more pushy than your other coworkers—you’re just more aware of him because you don’t know him as well.

And it doesn’t help that he’s tall, towering over you and pretty much everyone else in the office. The cheap suits he cycles through can’t quite conceal the hard lines of muscle underneath—oh, whoops. Now you’re the one crossing boundaries. Tendou is so big that you’re just…more conscious of his presence, right?

This is drilled into you one night after a marathon overtime session when you’re carrying a tall stack of boxes back to the archives. Maybe it’s because you’ve been at work for 11 hours, but the files feel like they’re filled with rocks, not paper. Your muscles are this close to giving out when Tendou appears out of nowhere to pluck the files out of your arms. “Here. Gimme, gimme, I’ll take ‘em.”

The way he carries the heavy boxes so effortlessly makes you kind of embarrassed at how much you’d struggled with them. “You’re pretty strong, hm,” you say absently. Oops, was that inappropriate? You don’t want him thinking you’re hitting on him or something.

“Oh—yeah I guess?” Tendou’s laugh (the one that used to grate on your nerves) sounds like he’s pleased with himself. “I go to the gym a lot.”

“Wish I could find the time. Or the discipline,” you reply as he replaces the file box in the archive room.

“Wow, senpai is calling me disciplined. My heart is pounding.”

His tone is sarcastic enough that you don’t think twice about the second part of his statement. “Don’t get too full of yourself. If you have the energy to go to the gym, you should spend that time double checking your expense reports before you submit them.”

“Ouch.” Tendou holds his hand over his heart in mock betrayal. “Targeting my weak points, how ruthless. But seriously, working out is second nature to me. Been doin it since I was a kid so it doesn’t take any kinda discipline.”

“Oh? Did you play sports or something?”

“Yeah…” Tendou’s voice trails off and when you pause from your task of organizing the files to look up at him, he’s staring directly at you. “…Used to play volleyball. Grade school through college.”

The way he’s looking at you, searching your face for something you can’t identify, makes you think this is more important than it seems. You tip your head to the side, waiting for him to continue.

“Our team in high school was pretty good,” he says slowly.

“That’s cool,” you say, turning back to the paperwork. “Did you ever play Shiratorizawa? They’re my old high school—I think their volleyball team went to nationals back in the day. I was never into sports though.”

A moment passes, and you frown. Did you say something wrong? But just before you’re about to change the subject, Tendou starts laughing. “Shiratorizawa? No, I don’t think I ever played them.”

Your laugh joins his a second late, although you don’t know why he thinks it’s funny in the first place. In the echo of your voices, you can hear how quiet it is in the archives. There’s something here you’re missing, but you’re not sure what.

Luckily enough, the somewhat awkward atmosphere doesn’t carry over to the next day. When you get into the office, Tendou is his usual clingy self, distracting you from your own work to ask you to teach him something and pulling you away when you’re talking to your coworkers so you can double check his emails before he sends them. If anything, he’s more attached than usual—when you go to a contract renewal negotiation with a client he insists on tagging along, so you let him after making him promise not to get in the way.

Of course he doesn’t keep his promise, but you end up appreciating his intrusion more than you could have predicted. The client is stubborn and rude until Tendou chimes in (much to your dismay, at first) with an offer to add on some oddly specific perks to the contract. You’re already practicing your apology speech to the boss in anticipation of losing the client, but to your amazement he agrees to Tendou’s terms and the deal is sealed, along with a healthy bonus for you.

You’re on cloud nine, practically skipping out of the building with Tendou at your side as you fantasize about what you’re going to do with the bonus after you split it with him. A weekend vacation out of the city? An online shopping spree? Some fancy dinners at five-star restaurants? Knowing you, the money will end up going straight to your savings, but you still can’t contain your giddiness. “How did you know he wanted that add-on? Seriously, I had no idea!”

“A guess! I’m good at reading people.” Tendou’s just as elated as you, pumping his fist and whooping like a kid as soon as you’re away from the client’s earshot. “Woohoo! Yay! Our first sale together!”

“A guess? You risked that huge contract on a guess?” You roll your eyes but you’re too excited to be mad at him. “Anyway, you don’t have to say ‘our’ first sale, I know it was all you. I’ll tell the boss you’re doing a good job.”

“No way, it’s ours! Both of us. Me and senpai.” Tendou’s hand reaches down and his fingers lace with yours, squeezing so tight his knuckles go pale.

The thrill of your success flickers as nervousness sets in. Is he holding your hand? “Tendou—“

“Senpaiiiii~” he says in sing-song, swinging your hand as you walk to meet the taxi and ignoring your meek attempts to pull away. “Didn’t I do a good job?”

“Y-Yeah. Good job, Tendou.”

Work friends. The two of you are work friends. Your boss passes all comments to Tendou through you (mostly things about how he’s good with clients and charismatic but needs to stop making minor errors on paperwork). When one of you is sick, your coworkers ask the other to pass on their good wishes. Tendou fits into his role at the office seamlessly, and you can’t say you don’t appreciate the fact that all of his good work is reflecting well on you.

So when his birthday rolls around two months after he’s hired, it’s up to you to plan the office drinking party (only after he complains to you about how he doesn’t have any friends since moving to Tokyo). You have the date you got from Facebook—May 20th—circled in red pen on your private calendar along with a little doodle of a birthday cake.

“What’s that?” asks one of your coworkers, pointing to the circle, as you flip through your agenda a week before the event.

“Tendou’s turning 23,” you tell him. “It’s a Friday, so some of us are going to go to a restaurant and drink a little. You’re coming, right?”

“Oh…yeah.” Your coworker scratches his head and clears his throat. “You guys are pretty close, huh. Um, I actually wanted to ask—you’re not together, are you?”

A chill runs up your spine. “Together? Who said that?” If this rumor gets around to your boss it’ll kill your career. These things always look worse for the woman than for the man. God, it was probably something Tendou said without thinking, he’s always talking about you and someone could easily misinterpret all that praise…

“Well, if you’re dating—“

“We’re not dating,” you say quickly. “We do a lot of work together because I’m training him, but it’s not like that.”

“Really?” Your coworker straightens and smiles. “Cause I was actually thinking of asking if you wanted to go out this weekend—“

“Senpai? Can you help me with this draft?”

Damnit, it’s Tendou getting in the way at the absolute worst time—especially considering he just had to come up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder. Seriously, how many times do you have to tell him to stop doing that when you’re talking to someone else? You’re not sure whether to be irritated at him for cutting your coworker off, concerned that the other man won’t believe what you said about you and Tendou having a strictly professional relationship, or relieved that you don’t have to give an answer to what sounds like an offer for a date.

You cast an apologetic glance at your coworker and make your way over to Tendou’s desk, hoping against hope that the interruption doesn’t look too suspicious. You’d die if word got around to your boss that you were dating your mentee.

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You’ve got this office drinking party thing down to an art. Step one is to load up on greasy appetizers that’ll increase your alcohol tolerance, step two is to drink plenty of water, and step three is to pour yourself a single drink early and take small sips.

There’s a step four, too: make sure no one else’s glass get’s below the 1/4 mark. Your boss and coworkers are a lot less receptive to how little you’re drinking when they’re all nice and tipsy. It’s a system you’ve perfected over the years, one that allows you to have fun with people from the office without risking making an ass out of yourself or getting a hangover (which, at 25, is a lot more unpleasant than it used to be).

You can’t count the number of times you’ve witnessed the awkward drunken escapades of your fellows, which range from the endearing (your boss crying over how much he loves his wife) to the awkward (coworker makeout sessions) to the potentially criminal (bar fights. So many bar fights). You’re happy to remain a neutral observer, and tonight is no exception.

The only problem is that Tendou hasn’t yet mastered the art of drinking lightly when you’re around people you work with, so now, at the end of his party, he’s (for lack of a better word) trashed. His cheek is mashed flat to the restaurant table like it’s glued there and his head is surrounded by progressive rings of bottles and cans. It’s some kind of miracle that he hasn’t yet gone to the bathroom to get sick.

“Sorry Tendou,” you sigh. “I should have been keeping a better eye on you.” You had no idea he’d get so drunk so quickly. Aren’t tall guys supposed to have high tolerance or something?

“Sssshenpaii,” Tendou slurs, hoisting his head off the table with that looks like Herculean effort. “I liiiike when…when ya look at me…”

“Ha, ha,” you say sarcastically.

Tendou’s head whips around. “Where’d everyone go?”

“They all left—now it’s time for us to go home too. Come on, I’ll help you get to the taxi.” You pay the bill (oof, there goes your petty cash for the week) and pull on Tendou’s shirt sleeve to get him to stand up. Luckily he’s just sober enough to realize what you want him to do and he follows you out to the street with an arm draped over your shoulders to steady his meandering footsteps.

The real trouble comes when the two of you are seated comfortably in the cab and the driver asks for Tendou’s address, which, apparently, he can’t remember. You do the sensible thing and look through his phone, but his own contact card provides no hint to where he lives in Tokyo, only a phone number, email, and address in Sendai which has to be his parents’ house—

Wait.

Tendou’s from Sendai?

You’re from Sendai. You didn’t know he was too. What a coincidence that both of you moved to Tokyo from Sendai. You’ve mentioned your hometown to him a couple times—how come he never told you he’s from the same place? You’re only two years older than him; maybe you’ve run across him in Sendai before the two of you started working together.

Now that you think about it, his face has always been kind of familiar…you thought it was just ‘one of those faces’, but…?

This isn’t the time to wonder, though. You poke Tendou gently in the side, careful not to jar him enough to risk any stomach upset. “Tendou? Do you remember what street you live on?”

After a long pause Tendou names a street, but it’s your company’s address which isn’t located anywhere near a residential district. When you tell him to think harder, he grimaces, lips pulling back to bare his teeth. “Don’ wanna go home…lemme sleep over at senpai’s house.”

“What? You can’t stay at my place.”

“Why noooot? ‘m tired,” he drawls, eyes closing as his head droops onto your shoulder in the back of the cab.

“It’s—it’s inappropriate—wait, no-no-no-no don’t fall asleep,” you tell him desperately but it’s already too late. A light snore filters out of him and you curse. “Tendou—“

“Address?” the cab driver barks insistently, giving you the stink eye in the rearview mirror.

Shit. Well, it is his birthday, you have a pull-out couch, and it’s not like anyone from the office is around to see you going home together. Tomorrow morning you’ll just have to give him a lecture about professional boundaries and make him promise not to breathe a word of this to your boss.

You give your own address to the cab driver. Tendou sleeps peacefully on your shoulder throughout the entire drive, rousing only when you whisper his name in his ear outside your building (which is a miracle, because you know without a doubt that you’re not capable of carrying him). When you get up to your apartment, you deposit him on the sofa bed and tell him not to look through your stuff while you brush your teeth.

Obviously, he doesn’t listen to you. When you emerge from the bathroom, Tendou is standing in the middle of your living room and turning the pages of an old photo album of yours.

“Hey, give me that.” You try to pull it away from him, but he doesn’t let go and his grip is stronger than yours, so the album remains firmly in his hands. “If you’re sober enough to mess with my things, you should go home.”

“This is senpai, right?” Tendou says, pointing to one of the photos.

Despite your exasperation, you lean in to take a look. It’s a picture from high school with you and some friends, all of you wearing your Shiratorizawa uniforms and grinning cheekily at whoever took the picture. Your fingers are cocked up in a peace sign. “Yeah? That’s me.”

“So cute…senpai is really cute…” Tendou’s long finger trails over the edge of your face though the filmy plastic covering the photo.

“Um…you need to get to sleep,” you say nervously, pulling a little harder on the album.

He doesn’t budge, instead just flipping back in the album to older pictures from when you were little until he stops at a photo of you and your younger brother in grade school. Against your better judgement, you frown and look closer to try and pick up whatever caught his interest in this particular image.

“How old…?” he asks.

“I don’t know, 10 or 11 maybe?”

Tendou nods. “When I met senpai…you were this old, yeah.”

“Jeez, you’re really drunk. We met two months ago, remember? I was on the interview board.”

“Yeah.” Tendou’s gaze is glued to the photo. “I was so sad, ‘cause senpai doesn’t remember me. But also really happy to see you after such a long time…I thought it was a dream…”

“Hm? I don’t get it.”

Tendou finally looks up from the picture and meets your wary gaze with those wide red eyes. God, you used to think his face was so creepy—lately you find his zealousness endearing, almost childlike, but right now? It’s making your feet itch how much you want to step away from him. “I was really hoping you would remember on your own, but I guess I’ll have to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“How me an’ senpai met…”

Are you imagining it, or does his voice sound a lot less slurred than it did just 20 minutes ago? “You’re not making any sense.”

“Shh, just listen…your little brother played volleyball when you were kids, didn’t he?”

How did he know that? You nod hesitantly.

“Yeah…he was in my grade. He was a bad kid, y’know that? Always saying mean things to me.”

It’s true. Your brother’s always had a mean streak in him.

“He used to call me a monster. ‘Cause, y’know—“ Tendou taps a finger against his face. “Guess I look weird. And my name, too. So he said he didn’t wanna play with me. Demons can’t play on human teams. Every day, saying cruel things. I really hated him.”

Monster. Volleyball. Your little brother. Tendou Satori like the mind-reading spirits from folklore. Something’s coming to mind, a memory you haven’t thought about in years—no, decades.

Your little brother making fun of another kid. A tall kid with red hair in a bowl cut.

“I-I remember,” you stammer. “I came to his practice one time and you were there, right? That bowl cut kid was you. I got mad at him for calling you names and I yelled at him. That’s when we met?”

“Correct!” Tendou’s beaming like you just told him he won the lottery instead of recalling a random fifteen-year-old memory. “You made him let me play! I got to get on the court, and block him, and see his beaten face looking up at me. All because of senpai.”

You can play this off, you think to yourself. Tell him you’re sorry for how your brother treated him. Ask him why he never told you that the two of you have met before. Say something. Anything. But your mouth is too dry to let you speak.

“And, you know…” Tendou’s voice softens and a light blush dusts his cheeks. “I thought you were so cool. I couldn’t believe you were related to that jerk. Can I…tell you a secret?”

No. Deep down you know what he’s going to say, and you don’t want to hear it.

Tendou’s hand comes up to comb through your hair, gently pulling through the delicate strands next to your face and tucking them back so he can lean in and whisper into your ear (even though there’s no one else around). “I like you, senpai.”

Stop it. Stop it. Your blood feels cold in your veins.

“I’ve liked you ever since then. I used to wish we were in the same grade so I could be your friend and talk to you every day. Whenever we were in different schools I missed seeing you in the halls and hearing your voice when you spoke to other people.”

“Stop...stop talking,” you whisper, but Tendou continues like he didn’t hear you.

“Why’d you have to go all the way to Tokyo for college? In my third year at Shiratorizawa I studied for your school’s entrance exam forever, but I didn’t get in. Was too busy with volleyball, I guess.” He pauses. “Oh, by the way, I went to Shiratorizawa. I lied about that, sorry. But—seriously, d’you have any idea how hard it was for me when you were away at university? Not seeing the person I love for six years?”

Love, he said. You feel nauseous. “Tendou, you don’t—“

“Let me finish, okay senpai? You don’t know how much I’ve been through. Always having to respect your ‘personal space’—“ he frames the phrase in mocking air quotes— “when I need to touch you so bad I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

And then he’s hugging you into his chest, crushing your torso into his. You struggle and try to get him to let you go, but Tendou is so much stronger than you.

“You’re not that different from your brother after all, are you?” he hums into your hair. “You’ve been torturing me. You know how you lean over my desk when you show me something on my computer? I can…see down your shirt when you do that. And I smell your perfume. I spent two hours at the mall trying all the different perfumes so I could find the right one…thought my nose was gonna stop working! But don’t laugh—“

You’re not laughing.

“—the salesgirl looked at me funny but I got it eventually. Chance Eau Fraiche, right? I can’t believe how expensive that stuff is, what is it made of gold? It was worth it though! I saw this news article about how smelling things in your sleep can trigger memories, so I tried spraying your perfume on my pillow before I go to bed and now I get to see you at work and when I’m dreaming—”

“STOP IT!” Your slap echoes across the room with a resounding crack. You’ve never hit anyone before in your life, but your aim is good enough to leave Tendou staring with a shocked expression off to the side and a bright red mark on his face. His arms fall down from you and you back away from him, clutching your hand to your chest. “You need to get out. You’re drunk and you’re not thinking clearly. We...we can talk about this tomorrow, but right now you have to go.”

Your heart is beating like hummingbird wings, sending a flush up to your face that you know is visible. Tendou ghosts his hand over his cheek and is quiet for a long moment. “I wanted to do this the right way,” he says finally.

“What?”

“I tried. But you’re so obsessed with professionalism. You refused to see me like that,” he sighs. “You’re too responsible. Although it’s one of the things I like about you.”

“Please listen to me...” The psychological anxiety of this revelation is stirring up a primal fight or flight instinct, and you start backing up.

“I really wanted to treat you gently. You deserve to be treated well…”

“Tendou, wait.” How far are you from your bedroom? You don’t want to resort to hiding from him, but you’d feel a lot better with a locked door between you and him.

“…but senpai, I’ve waited so long. And it’s my birthday.”

Your hands scrabble for the doorknob, only—oh. He’s not just stronger than you, he’s faster too.

➠ [Part 2]

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ratsetflummi · 3 years ago

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tagged by @mordcore thank you

1. Why did you choose your url?

oh, boy long story. when i made my fanfic account in 2011, i got stuck on what username i should use, so i spent a day ruminating on it. that was when i was drinking coffee every day before school even though it really didn't sit well with me. so i was sitting in class, vibrating, and i was thinking to myself that i was being a nervous little bouncy ball, and hey, that works as a username, except that was too long, so i had to shorten it to little bouncy ball, but also i'm german and it was a german website, so i went with kleiner gummiflummi. but these days even that is too long for most websites, so i recently workshopped it with a friend. she suggested ratzefummel, which is a colloquial term of an eraser, which i'm pretty sure she just suggested to annoy our anglophone friends. except ratzefummel is taken on a lot of websites, and i kinda wanted to keep part of my old name, so i mixed them, and now it's ratzeflummi

2. Any side blogs?

technically i have like 12, but some of them are group blogs, and a lot of them are either empty or have like two posts, but these are the ones that i actually use(d): podcast fandoms: @aaand-you-float-really-good queer stuff: @quiet-queer-questgiver achievement hunter: @gaychievementhunter the penumbra podcast: @penumbrasmooches detroit become human: @gavino-reed

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

don't make me think about this. i've been on tumblr almost every day for eight and a half years

4. Do you have a queue tag?

nope, because pretty much everything would have that tag on it. i honestly don't know why people use queue tags, they seem extremely pointless to me

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

because a fanfic author i liked linked to her tumblr in her fanfic profile, and tumblr wouldn't let me look at her blog without making a blog of my own

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it is my cat. i used to have fandom characters as my icon, but then i kinda fell out of fandoms altogther and kinda hopped around between different fandoms every couple weeks, so i switched to something neutral that i could just keep. i don't know why i specifically went for my cat. that was just something i had saved on my pc

7. Why did you choose your header?

a few months ago there was discourse about minors thinking that you must list as much information about yourself as possible, and how it's important to have your age in your bio, so minors can tell at one glance if you're safe to talk to. so i put in my bio that i am 12, and i put in my carrrd that i am 54 (not that anyone ever looked at that), and i picked my header to go with that, because people can fucking lie on the internet. if someone means you harm then they are probably telling you any lie necessary to make sure they reach their goal

8. What's your post with the most notes?

i kinda went on a purging spree two years ago, so now a lot of my high note count posts aren't linked to my blog anymore, which makes it really hard to find them (whoops. didn't even do that on purpose) across all blogs, my podcast sideblog has a post with 1500 notes, which is an audio post where i edited a bit from jonny sims' bloodborne stream together with a bit from the magnus archives to make it sound like the stuffy spooky librarian is flirting with a cat on main i have almost 400 notes on a post whining about how much the loki series sucks, followed by a 360 note post about bernd das brot

9. How many mutuals do you have?

15.

10. How many followers do you have?

198 (but i also went on a bit of a purge there and softblocked any blog that hasn't posted in the last year, because dead blogs don't really count as followers to me)

11. How many people do you follow?

87 currently, although that number fluctuates between 50 and 150

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

oh yes, almost certainly. i couldn't think of any of them off the top of my head, but surely i did

13. How often do you use Tumblr everday?

several hours. i usually scroll back down to where i left off the night before

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

not really? usually when someone's being a bitch i just block them. but people don't usually come at me because i mostly keep quiet

15. How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

i will go higher up in the reblog chain to avoid "you need to reblog this" comments. if it's part of the main post then i will avoid reblogging it altogether

16. Do you like tag games?

yes, kinda. the only problem is that they always want me to tag people in them, and 1) i don't know anyone, and 2) most of my mutuals are mutuals with each other, so all the people i could tag are usually already tagged in the post that i'm tagged in

17. Do you like ask games?

yes

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

risu, unfortunately for him

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

yes, i've had a big ol' crush on lock for well over a year now,and i have told them this before

aha, for once i was not tagged by the squad, so therefore i can tag the squad @thisfairytalegonebad @dappercyborg @porcelainbluejay @supericelight @sniddies-snake-tiddies @chaotic-carnifex @agentduckorico @eroticcannibal @enraged-fangirl-and-co

#yes i am answering this #yes i still have two-month-old asks in my inbox #don't look at me #tag game

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edengarden · 4 years ago

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wait not me getting invested in the storyline of your character anons hsbfj— ALSO one more time tysm for the matchup it was adorable, kinda made me act up in the tags lmao, but i just wanted to say youre really cool and everything so yea 🤗

ITS SORT OF VALIDATING TO HEAR PPL ARE GETTING INVESTED IN IT?? I kinda got two bitches hooked on a self ship so whoops~

But BABY YOU WENT ON A WORD VOMIT SPREE IN THE TAGS ABT MINA AND I?? LOVED IT?? LIKE YES YOU ARE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT!! I ship

#just me sayin things

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miss-choco-chips · 5 years ago

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Put a ring on it

I’m not sure what this is, everyone. Had it on my docs for a while, got bored during work and thought ‘what if I just post this?’, and here we are. Basically the Core Four being loving and caring (and spiteful).

Shout out to @animemangasoul who pumped me up about this and @the-quiet-carrotcake and @iphoenixrising for letting me cry to them the Titans loving Tim.

Can be read as either ship or friendship

------.------

When shit went down, Wally and Roy made sure they were nowhere near the planet. A nice little interplanetary fuckery called for anyone free, and both of them had magically clean schedules, so off they went, praying to every god they knew about (and, with how many holy disasters they had faced between them, there were a lot) to be back after the worst of the mess had blown over.

Even if it meant missing the undoubtedly hilarious face Batman would make when he found out. Not even the chance of witnessing that was worth staying and waiting with bated breath until someone pointed out that, in the end, it was both their faults.

-So let me get this straight.

-Difficult for me, but go on.

Wally rolled his eyes, chucking a pillow at his little dude, wondering how Nightwing could do this with not one, not two, but three badly adjusted little brothers (and that without counting the girls, though, to be honest, they already had Babs). Truly, a hero of the ages. Arsenal just cackled from his place in front of the coffee table, where he was keeping them company and cleaning his equipment.

-I’m serious. I’ve never seen you this mad without a bad guy to blame for it.

-Well…

-As furious as you are at them, Bart, they are still the good guys.

-Debatable.

Wally threw another pillow, and Bart, arms crossed and all but vibrating on the couch, didn’t even bother on dodging. Just moved his particles quick enough that the thing went straight through him.

Arsenal raised an eyebrow at them- It’s scary when you do that. Like a freaking ghost.

-It’s scary that Tim’s whole family can be this level of neglectful, but you don’t see me bitching at them.

-Only because you know they’ll give you your ass back to you in a silver platter after they are done whooping it -interjected the older speedster, snack bag on his lap, a few more by the ground at his feet, sitting as close to Bart as the whole ‘don’t touch, I bite’ aura he had around him would allow.

-Kinky.

This time, Wally’s pillow was aimed at the archer. Roy just dodged without looking, still cross legged on the other side of the little table facing the couch.

-Real talk now, it’s not like they are jerks on purpose. We all know the Bats are on a whole new level of ‘always busy’, it’s to be expected they wouldn’t have time for social niceties.

Wally winced, scooting a little further away from Bart when he looked up to glare at Roy. That wasn’t a nice look. That was a ‘I can take you to someplace no one would hear you scream in less than ten seconds’ look.

-My seventeen year old best friend managed to finish high school after having to take a year off to go look for his missing mentor, going through several different mourning processes and dodging a frankly creepy cradle robber of a ninja terrorist, all while kicking ass and taking names, taking care of a huge as hell company, and keeping up the intel guy work for the rest of his shitty family. And he still graduated early. The least they could do after the fuckery he was put through by their collective stupidity would be go as moral support, but no. No, other things are more important than such a big milestone on his life. Fuckers.

Wound down after the rant, Bart dropped back on the couch, shrinking in place, oozing contempt from every pore.

Roy raised his eyes to share a look with Wally. Even if the bro code meant they were contractually obligated to defend their respective best friends, there was undeniable truth to Bart’s statement. Jason had gone on killing sprees for far less than Tim’s situation, and God knows Dick would have showed a big middle finger at his mentor and go off world with the Titans as a protest at the slightest fight. All in all, Red Robin was taking it like a champ.

-Jason’s busy with the Torinelli drug cartel thingie -tried Roy nonetheless, loyal as one could be.

Wally nodded- And Dick had already promised Damian to go on a camping-training trip that weekend...

-Great. So criminals that aren’t going anywhere and the ‘favorite’ demon child are more important than my best friend’s graduation, which isn’t even a long thing, just a couple hours and a few photos. Awesome. Do you happen to know Batman’s excuse? I mean, I’m sure is equally as shitty as his sons’ excuses, but, you know. Variety and stuff.

Wally sighed, because yeah, point. Were it Bart’s graduation, nothing short of the end of the world would have kept him from going, but, again, he only had one little dude to worry about. Dick’s house was full.

-You’ll be there -tried Roy, dropping his arrow back on the table and resting his crossed arms next to it, leaning forward to look straight at Bart-, you and the rest of the brats, right? Supes and Diana’s babies. You guys may not be related like that, but that’s not necessary for you to be family.

Like the Teen Titans were, went unsaid- the older heroes exchanged a glance, reminiscent of their days fighting side by side under Dick’s unwavering leadership. No matter where they were now, that’s where they both came from.

-Yeah -accepted Bart, but the frown hadn’t left his face-. It’s just. His parents are dead, his ‘foster’ bat-family are dicks. He has us, yeah, but… I wished he could have his family there, you know. Like, if I could adopt him, I would, just so he can have that.

Wally dropped the empty snack bag onto the ground and took a new one, tipping it in Bart’s direction as a peace offering- I mean, it’s still a month away, maybe one of them would clear his schedule and go? Probably not all of them, but anything’s better than nothing, right?

Bart harrumphed, hunching even lower in the couch, pout still present.

-If anything else fails -joked Roy, going back to cleaning his stuff-, I hear Kara’s single right now, and Tim’s an emancipated minor. Get them to marry each other, and then your Super friend is technically his brother- or something like that. Political families still counts.

Bart went still for a second, and if Wally were less invested in his snack and more on the thoughtful expression on his face, he might have known ahead of time that his next words were a bad, bad idea.

-And if she’s not on board, you could always ask someone else on your team. Team as family and all that shit, Tim would literally be marrying into the fam. Want some chips?

But Bart was already gone.

-Huh? -blinked Roy- Where'd he run to?

-...

-...You don't think he…

-What? No. No, of course not, they aren't so dumb...

For a horrible second, Roy and Wally crossed eyes again, both remembering the stupid shit they got up to when they were seventeen, and replayed the conversation. Their jokes, that anyone with half a brain would take as that, as silliness. Then came the thought that being stupid was almost a requirement for being a Titan.

With the kind of synchronicity one could only have after fighting side by side for years, they both jumped to their feet at the same time.

-I’ll hit Kori up, maybe she has some alien fuckery to deal with and we can tag along.

-Imma call Supes and let him know we’ll be off planet for a while. Shit, Dick’s gonna flip. He was the big B for a while, he knows stuff. Painful stuff.

-Dude, he at least doesn’t kill. Jay has guns, and it’s his favorite brother we’re talking about.

A shiver went through them when Batman’s reaction came to mind.

-If Kori’s not dealing with something, I’ll ask her to start shit up somewhere far, far away to give us an excuse to leave either way. She’s a goddess like that, she’ll help.

-Good thinking. I’ll start packing.

---.----

The secret meeting was held at one of Tim’s safe houses, because it had enough lead on the walls there was no risk of Superman overhearing them. Not that the owner of the place was aware of it; no one was, besides Cassie, Kon and Bart themselves. Keeping it hush hush was vital for the success of the mission.

-All on board then?

Kon’s smile could light up a town- Hell yeah dude. I’ll take care of getting Tim time off from work. Tam knows me and I’m fairly sure she doesn’t hate me as strongly as she does the bats. Fair warning though, she might ask to come with.

-She’s cool, so I’m in. We’re gonna need a witness anyway.

Cassie nodded, fierce smirk and challenge in her eyes- This is gonna piss so many people. Hey, do you think if we let Oracle in the know she’ll give us footage of the bats' faces when they find out?

Bart bit his lip- As crash as that would be, I don’t think it’s worth the risk.

Cassie deflated, but then shrugged it off- We’ll ask Tim, then. He’s as good as her with hacking, I’m sure he’ll figure something out.

-If he doesn’t kill us first, you mean.

-Don’t be a coward, Kon. I thought you were in.

-I’m not saying I’m backing down, just that we should put our business in order in case he snaps and murders us in cold blood. I know he has it in him, if pushed the right ways.

She nodded, because point. The almost feral look on her face wasn’t gone, though- Worth it. I'll be in charge of clothes. You reckon there's any chance I can get a dress on him?

-Sure, if you want him to actually break his no kill rule.

-Fine, but he's wearing white anyway. It goes well with his skin tone.

Bart extended his first for her to bump- Now you're talking. I'll be the extraction man and take him to the place.

Kon crossed his arms, looking conflicted for the first time- We can't go the classic way about it, because a fake name would mean he won't take seriously what we're trying to do, and if we use his real one in a formal document, it'll hit the news before the ink has a chance to dry. And then he'll kill us for sure.

-You're awfully worried about him drawing blood, Blue. What gives?

-He's scared shitless of Cassie and you're too adorable to hurt, but me? I'm the one he's gonna focus his rage on, and you know how he gets when at his limit.

Cassie snorts- He can't live without you, you dork. I think we are all safe. And anyways, the plan is to make him too drunk to walk on a straight line, he wouldn't be able to hurt us.

-You say that -interjected Bart, getting up from where he was crouching above their carefully spread, color coded sheets of plans; Tim would be so proud- but I've seen the dude drop kick someone with a broken leg once. He can fuck shit up no matter the situation.

-True… still, we are doing it, right?

-Oh yeah, for sure, I just wanted everyone aware that it might be our last big bang.

-Then we better make sure it's one hell of an explosion, am I right?

-Hell yeah.

-This is gonna be so crash!

----.----

The entire thing had gone something like this.

On friday, Tam made Tim turn around and head back home the second he showed his face at the office, claiming the bags under his eyes clashed terribly with her new Prada handbag and she’d rather had it than him around. In Foxspeak, it meant ‘go the fuck to sleep or so help me God’. Tim would have fought back just on principle, but Tam had him at a standstill, because the spleen thing could very easily reach Alfred’s ears if he crosses her, and no one (him) wants that. As if to make sure he would obey, she demanded they share the car that would take her to the airport (did she have some meeting out of Gotham? He couldn’t remember) and dropped him at his Perch on her way there.

He wasn’t actually planning on sleep, maybe work some of his cases from home, start patrol early, possibly tracking Jason down to offer his help for the drug cartel thing. Confused by the unexpected way his morning had gone so far, he was woefully underprepared for a flash of red and yellow to whisk him from his living room the second he put his carrier bag on the ground.

It was only years from using his team as glorified uber drives what kept him from nerve striking Bart on reflex. Knowing whatever he asked would be lost to the background sound of super fast travelling, he merely slumped over the thin shoulder he was thrown over and waited till they reached their destination.

Which… he wasn’t expecting Vegas.

The next few hours were a blur of his team explaining they had planned this gateaway as an early graduation party, hugs and a few grateful tears on his part, and booze. So much booze. He was trained by Batman, he had a bigger than average resistance to… well, everything, and still, he got so, so wasted.

Saturday’s hungover was cured with more booze. They hit casino after casino, danced over tables, payed a bar owner to close for the night and let them work their way through his entire supply, went to some neon party at someone’s exceedingly large hotel suite (the guy wasn’t getting his deposit back), his cellphone was thrown on a fountain after Cassie got sick of it going off again and again with Dick’s predetermined ringtone, drank some more, were kicked out of yet another casino...

At some point Tam appeared (a very drunk Tim had hugged her and spun her around so fast her stilettos went flying and almost blinded someone), and they all went back to the hotel, where Kon basically manhandled him into a white suit. More booze when Tim started asking questions, followed by a two hour long stay at some park were Cassie, Bart and Kon took turns holding his hand, and then each others’, with Tam saying something about bonds, and family, and sickness, and health in the background, Kon muttering something in kryptonian and making Tim repeat it, Cassie dropping to one knee and sprouting some Amazonian speech, Bart jumping on his back after his own speech (futuristic laws and all) was done, then more booze, partying and….

Well, everything was a blur, before and after that.

They woke up saturday morning with the worst headache, in a undignified puppy pile back at their suit, minus Tam who apparently had her own room. Kon’s TTK took care of the blinds and Tim blinked awake at the sound (Robin instincts), looked at his sleeping friends and then went back to sleep, head pillowed by Bart’s butt, with Cassie’s knee denting his ribs and Kon’s arm thrown over his neck, completely disregarding the three rings hanging from his shiny new necklace.

That was a problem for sober Tim to solve.

---.----

Monday morning, Tim went back to the office, Tam by his side, acting like everything was perfectly fine.

Dick called after lunch asking about his whereabouts that past weekend, claiming he was missed during patrol, but backed down when informed he was actually relaxing with his friends. Bruce didn’t ask, probably had tracked him down the second he couldn’t find him and let him be after realizing he was at Las Vegas.

Everyone that saw them walking down WE’s hallways would have swore a trail of classic music followed them, graceful and elegant.

In Tim’s mind, however, the background sound was the kill bill sirens and blaring red lights.

Tam felt like a queen, coming back after conquering treacherous lands.

Tim felt like Jason may have been onto something when he died.

----.----

When the Big Day (capital letters included) arrived, and Tim got into the stage to accept his diploma (Honor Student, of course), his eyes automatically went to the loud, rowdy teenagers, sitting as close to the front as possible, cheering and smiling.

He was far enough that it could’ve been a trick of the light, but he thought he could see all three of them going misty-eyed. His own eyes watered when he shook the headmaster's hand and posed with his diploma for the cameras (Wayne Heir Graduating would be trending on every magazine by dinnertime), his friends never stopping yelling his name.

When the time came to throw the little hats, he catched by the corner of his eye how Bart held both Cassie’s and Kon’s hands, keeping them from flying in their emotion. If one paid close attention, their feet actually were floating juuust above the ground. They were just so genuinely excited for him, it was… it was amazing.

After as little smalltalk as possible with his classmates, he sneaked away into some hidden spot, away from prying cameras, and waited. Sure enough, his best friends were there barely ten seconds later, and using that same speed, they swept him off his feet. Bart was the first, latching to his front, Kon a close second jumping on his back and hugging his head. Cassie, ever the showoff, threw her hands around the three of them and spun them around as if they weighted nothing to her. That was probably the case.

-You did it, you did it, you did it!!!! Oh my god, this is so crash!!!

-Not that we had any doubt, with that big brain of yours. Making a girl so proud.

-Speak for yourself. Personally, I feared the worst. This is Gotham, after all.

-But nothing happened! And you GRADUATED!

Tim let out a laugh, allowing himself to just feel joy. Letting them see him like that, as payment for being the most awesome friends (family) in existence, he returned the hug, squeezing back as strongly as his non meta arms could.

Then, a voice behind them that he absolutely didn't expect- Congratulations, Master Timothy.

Without letting any of them go, Cassie turned around, so they could all see Alfred Pennyworth, in his Sunday’s best, looking proud and warm, his eyes glazed over with nostalgia when they landed on his young charge. One of the young men he had the honor to watch grow into the amazing person he was today.

Even more surprising, he held a tablet on his arms, screen facing them, with a familiar figure there, white streak and leather but no firearms, probably cautious of possible civilians around.

-Hey, baby bird. Sorry ‘couldn’t be ther’ p’rsonally. Hope ya don’t mind me an’ Alfie crashing like this.

-A-Alfred? Jason? What… I thought you were in Russia!!

The man on the screen scratched the back of his head, visibly uncomfortable but determined.

-Am, actually. But it’s yer big day, babybird. Wouldn’t missit for the world.

Tim’s already watery eyes just overflowed.

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It took a month for shit to hit the fan. Tim was honestly impressed, because things rarely went his way, and getting more than a few hours to mentally prepare for Disaster? Unheard of. What a shocker.

When it did went down, it was in large part because he was milking the ‘no metas in Gotham’ rule that kept his team at bay and allowed him to go days without sleeping. Kon would say it was karmatic retribution for ignoring their orders to relax and take it easy. He would protest, but really, how to deny the truth; if not for his sleep deprivation, his secret would have gone a lot longer without being unveiled.

Between hacking into Lexcorp, running the dna samples he took during patrol half an hour ago on the database and finishing his report of the night, he was out of fucks to give. Damian bitching on his ear was the last drop.

-...And your mere presence here is an insult to Grayson's legacy. He founded it, Todd died for it, what did you even contribute to it?

A slow blink. Tim was aware his brain to mouth filter was as good as gone, but tired as he was, he just didn't care.

-Besides providing the brains on this whole fucking operation? Pants, I guess. Common sense. Ninja skills commended by your own grandfather, the king of ninjas. Virtue, too, since Dick is a verified hoe and Jason slept with your/

-C'mon Timmy -cut in Dick, Nightwing suit halfway down his chest, when Damian's face was turning an alarming shade of blue- aren't you a little old to be fighting a kid?

-Who are you calling kid?!

Typical, big bro to the rescue. Tim was too tired to be disappointed that once again Dick was siding with an eleven year old bully that kept harassing Tim. Never mind that he had been minding his business before Damian came to bark at him.

-Boys -chided Bruce and, huh, Tim had said that out loud. Whatever, not like it wasn't true. Fuck them.

-Fuck you -he told… Bruce? Dick? Definitely Damian, too- all.

-Tim! -gasped Dick. Still half naked. Standing right by Damian's side.

That kid was going to have a very uncomfortable sexual awakening any day now.

-SHUT UP, DRAKE! YOU ARE DISGUSTING!

Wow he really needed to stop talking out loud.

-Tim -And now Bruce was walking towards them, frown firmly in place- you are obviously too tired, if you can't control what comes out of your mouth. Go to sleep.

Tim hissed at him. Dick looked too shocked to answer but Bruce, somewhat used to that reaction of the sleep deprived teen, loomed even more.

-I'm an emancipated adult. I control your company. I live on my own. You're not the boss of me.

Now even Damian was looking at him open mouthed. Whatever. The computer pinged with his results, just as his phone did with his 'The hubbies and waifus' group chat.

-What's gotten into you, kiddo? -now Dick was worried, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Still half naked, that was an important detail.

Tim shrugged him away.

-Fucking demon spawn coming from nowhere to fuck with me just for the hell of it puts me in a bad mood, I'm weird like that -he deadpaned, replying to the group chat one handed- And the rest of this fucked up team siding with him just because he's a bad word away from a violent psychotic break doesn't help. Fuck off and let me do my shit, and I'll be out of your hair before you know it.

And then, with a sneer, ignoring both Bruce's and Dick's flabbergasted expressions, Damian said what would be Tim's down fall.

-Go to hell, Drake.

A ping made Tim look down at his phone and he replied without thinking, one hand tapping away at the screen- Wait, let me ask my wife.

A beat of silence. One sneer, one grunt, one surprised gasp.

Bruce made a half step towards him- Tim, what/?

A ping.

-She says no. Hang on, let me get you a second opinion, just to be safe.

-Timmy, what do you mean/?

Another one.

-Husband number one says no, too. Husband number two hasn't replied, probably asleep or traveling somewhere, but two already win by majority. It seems it's a ‘no’ on going to hell for me. Bummer, it would have been funny seeing your homeland, brat.

-...

-Aaaaand that’s my cue to interrupt -announced a new voice above them all. Kon, phone at hand, looked down with half amused, half guarded expression-. Someone hasn’t held their end of the deal and slept eight hours, huh, bud?

Tim, ignoring his family that hadn’t yet recovered from the bomb, shrugged- I slept eight hours. This past week. You never said they had to be consecutive hours.

The super just sighed and landed long enough to haul a too tired to resist bird in his arms- I can see you aren’t getting any sleep in Gotham. Let’s go back to the Tower, Cassie wants us to see The Princess Bride with her again.

-Don’t lie to me, you liar.

-Bart wan/

-Look at my face and tell me the truth.

-Okay, I want to see The Princess Bride again -he conceded, taking flight towards the closest exit, sleepy bird cocooned in his arms and TTK- Later, bats!

-...

Finally, Dick snapped back to reality, although the background noise in his head was one would expect in suspense movies right before the assassin jumped a unsuspecting protagonist- ...did he say ‘husbands’? As in, married?

-...

-AS IN MORE THAN ONE?

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#Tim drake #kon el kent #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #tam fox #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #core four #crack wedding

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scribble-bunnie · 5 years ago

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soulmark | m.yg (9)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Chapters: 9

Summary: in which, a girl and a boy without soulmarks learn what it means to have a soulmark and a soulmate.

09 || Love Is Acceptance

(Y/n)'s POV

A FEW MONTHS LATER:

"I can't believe it!" I squealed happily, jumping up and down with Min-ji. She had finally found her soulmate, and they were hitting it off already. She squealed along with me.

"So can't I!" She agreed and we both fangirled for a moment. "And you know, he's just... perfect. Dreamy. Unrealistic. Like, wow."

"I know that feeling," I said, nodding gravely. "They just seem perfect, but deep inside, you know they are not. And yet you love them. That's what being a soulmate means, right?"

"Right," Min-ji said, smiling proudly. "Come on, let's get ready for the wedding. They aren't going to wait forever for us!"

I laughed, picking up my white and blue dress, as Min-ji and I continued to chatter while we got ready.

●◐○

"He's going to knock unconscious," Min-ji said, amazed as she twirled me around in front of the mirror. I couldn't believe that was me either.

"You are a miracle worker," I told her. "I look wow. And so do you. Your soulmate won't know what hit him."

"Oh, I'm sure he will," she giggled, and I slapped her on the arm lightly. "C'mon, let's go. Nam and Jin wait for no girl!"

"It's time and tide wait for no man, you idiot," I said, picking up my purse. "Where's your present?"

"Oh, it's in the car," she said, unlocking it while we rushed to it. "What about yours?"

"Yoongi has it," I murmured. She nodded and we both quickly entered the car. "Check if you have everything."

We both did one last check before she started the car and we left for the wedding venue.

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"Where's groom no. 1?" I asked, the moment I reached the church. Yoongi just stood there, his jaw dropped. "What?"

"...," He just stared at me. I gave him a teasing smile. "Wow. You are- wow. I'm so proud to call you my soulmate. I think I used up all the luck in the universe, cause damn!"

I giggled, slapping him lightly on the chest playfully as I kissed him on the cheeks.

"Nuh-uh," he murmured and captured my lips with his own. It still felt like the first time we kissed. I pulled away.

"Seriously, this was lovely, but where is Jin?" I insisted. He grimaced but jerked his head towards a door. "Thank you so much, I really need to talk to him. He must be so nervous!"

I gave him another kiss on the cheek before walking quickly to the door. A few people stared at me, and I knew why.

I was famous. So was Yoongi. We became famous world-wide after our soulmarks appeared. We talked to the author of the book Yoongi had lent me, and we all came to the conclusion that because we both loved and accepted each other as we are, we had created a soulmate bond with the other.

I opened the door and went inside the corridor. I finally reached the door that held Jin's name on it and knocked.

"Come in!"

I entered and gave Jin a dazzling smile. He flashed me a nervous smile as well. I wrapped my arms around his (extremely broad) shoulders.

"Wow, the bride looks good," I teased him. He groaned. "What? Namjoon is definitely the dominant one here. He's the groom as far as I am concerned."

"We are BOTH grooms," he whined. "I am NOT a bride."

"Okay, if you say so," I said, giving him an encouraging smile. "Don't tell me you're nervous, Jin. I'm sure Namjoon is breaking things in his room right now and has enough nervousness for the both of you."

"Yeah, you're probably right," he agreed to me. "Is your speech ready, best friend and co-owner?"

"Not really, but I have my points remembered," I said to him, stepping back from the hug. "You look beautiful. Namjoon is going to freak out. Let's hope he doesn't break the pastor's neck."

Jin laughed, "He won't. Honestly, do you think I should take a drink before I go in? Y'know, get some liquid courage."

"I am not going to let you get drunk," I told him firmly. "If you forget your wedding, I'm not going to take the blame, so yah. No. You are not drinking."

He sighed. I patted him on the back.

"You will be fine," I assured him. "And we're there for you, so don't worry. C'mon, let's talk about other things to get your mind off nervous matters. Who's speaking from Namjoon's side? Yoongi isn't..."

"Oh yeah, his other close friend is," Jin informed me. "His name is Jung Hoseok and he is coming with his soulmate, who is apparently a friend of Jimin-ah and Jungkook-ah."

"That's cool," I gave him a grin. "Alright, I gotta go now, meet up with Yoongi. He's probably either alone, or regretting his life decisions because Jikook is troubling him."

Jin waved me with a laugh and I waved back before leaving the room.

●◐○

"I do." Namjoon's voice echoed in the church and everybody started clapping.

"You may kiss," the pastor announced and Jin nearly pounced on Namjoon, who caught him in his arms. We stood up, clapping harder, Jungkook and Jimin whooping, me wiping my tears and Yoongi grinning like crazy. Min-ji was crying too, and we both glanced at each other before falling into silent giggles.

"Wow, makes you want to marry," Yoongi whispered, staring at Namjoon and Jin looking at each other with loving eyes. I blushed, imagining a marriage with him. "I- I mean, if you want to, not that I, I will propose, uh, actua- I'm not, now, wait, this is going south, isn't it?"

I giggled and shook my head, wrapping my arm around his left arm. He sighed, looking down at me, his features soft and radiant as he told me the line I didn't hear quite often and had learnt to appreciate from his mouth, "I love you."

"Me too, Yoongs," I murmured. I snuggled into the crook of his neck; love was in the air. "I love you so much."

"Thank you for accepting me for me," he whispered in my ear. "I'm so glad it's you. I can't think of it being anyone but you."

●◐○

"And now, (y/n), my best friend for life, will speak a few words," Jin shot me a smile before taking his seat. I stood up and smiled at the audience. The stares I got were dizzying me but I focused my eyes on Namjoon and Jin, who were holding hands and looking at me expectantly.

"I have known Jin for almost all his life," I started, smiling at the memories of a child Jin and me. "We started as neighbours, and ended as friends forever. It was my luck that I met him. He was the source of my happiness for years. He comforted me when I needed it. And I needed it a lot. We started a shop together, with him as the boss, but really, he truly is a great friend and man.

"I met Namjoon-ah only a few months ago, but from what I can tell, he is one of the sweetest people I have ever had the fortune to meet. And I'm sure he would keep Jin very happy.

"Lastly, I want to thank you two, because if it wasn't for you both, I wouldn't have met Yoongi, the love of my life."

I felt Yoongi grab my hand and my smile widened.

"So let's make a toast," I said, lifting my glass. "To the sweetest couple I know!"

Everyone repeated after me and we took a sip. I sat down to applause and Hoseok stood up for his speech. Jimin-ah, who sat to my right, leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"What are Jungkook and I, then?"

I grinned at him.

"The cutest couple I know, obviously." Jimin smiled at that.

"And you two?"

My grin dropped into a soft smile as I glanced at Yoongi, who was listening to Hoseok raptly. I shifted my hand that he had grabbed so that they fit together firmly.

"We? I don't know. That's not my place to say. But if anything, I think we are a miracle. Unlike any seen before. We are bonded by something stronger than a soulmark; something so large, it made a soulmark to appear for us."

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Part 8 | Part 9

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Author's Note:

I went on an update spree and updated the last three chapters today 😅

But I hope you liked this story of mine and I sincerely hope that it made you smile atleast once. That is all I could ever ask for.

If you're on Wattpad, follow me! My @ is -AnimeLover67-!

Lots of love,

TeaJamsCookies.

#yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #suga #suga x reader #bts #army #bts fanfic #min yoongi x reader #bts suga #fluff #teajamscookies #soulmark #soulmate au

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maris-a-writer-now · 6 years ago

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30 Questions Tag

Whoops I got tagged to do this like 5ever ago, saved it, and then proceeded to forget, like a dummy lol. So I was tagged by @gamerwoo thank you v much bb 💘💘💘💘

nickname: rissa, Mari, ris, i had a groupchat where they called me dad. That was lit

zodiac: Leo

height: 5’5 yeet

age: twenty one boi

time: 1:23 am

favourite band/artist: my four ult groups are Monsta X, ikon, seventeen, got7, I also enjoy Stray kids, exo, and then I also like a lot of rap, some indie rock, pop punk. You know the usual

song stuck in my head: bring it by hoshi and Woozi. It’s so catchy and I can’t help but have it in my brain 25/8.

last movie i watched: my neighbor Totoro

last thing i googled: I googled cherry blossom festivals in Korea and Japan

other blogs: I don’t have any yeet. I was gonna make one but I decided why not just keep the mess how it is already

do i get asks: I do more than I used to, and I love everyone that sends me asks, you guys are great!!!

why i chose this username: well cause I’m gay and I love Jiwon

following: I went on a huge unfollow spree not too long ago, but I still follow too many to feel comfortable exposing 😂😂

amount of sleep i usually get: very few hours. Idk like 4 actual hours

lucky number: 5

what I’m wearing: a pair of men’s boxers that have polar bears on them, and a black sweater

dream job: a touring photographer, or a translator

favorite food: bibimbap

instruments: guitar and ukulele

sports: used to, but none now

hair color: Brown cause I’m poor and basic

eye color: blue with a yellow ring yeet

most iconic song: either ring ding dong by shinee or shining diamond by svt

languages i speak/learn: i only speak idiomatic English and a very small small small amount of korean. (I’m actually fluent in English but I still suck with it.)

random fact: I’m planning on going back to college to get a degree in foreign language

describe yourself as aesthetic things: red cheeks, vhs tape static, combat boots, ripped jeans, cheap vodka, being cold even in three jackets, sitting outside late at night to watch stars, oversized hoodies, cheap Chinese food (if that’s even an aesthetic. I just really like cheap Chinese food)

favourite songs: flower by svt, magic shop by bts, yeah that’s it really lol

I’m gonna taaaaag @jhopespanda @kpopruinesmylife @jjooheoney @shelovesjinani and whoever else wants to do this lol

#i was tagged #high key mightve done this #but i didnt want you to think i was ignoring you rocket 💓💓💓💓💓#enjoy these new answers if i did already do this #anyways yeah thats about me #hope you enjoyed

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perfackles · 7 years ago

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I went on a bit of a reblog spree today and managed to lose a few followers, whoops ^^; I guess the nsfw stuff? Eh, general note: sometimes there is that. I keep the really hardcore stuff to a separate nsfw super porny blog (which is more multi fandom/general).

To the people who stuck around: Thanks! or you just weren’t online at the same time as my blogging spree? idk idk

As I do have a couple new followers lately, just a reminder: this is a side blog. If I follow you it is from my coconutice22 main blog. You do not have to follow or even acknowledge that exists, other than to know that if I send you asks it will be from there.

All NSFW stuff is marked as such. I don’t tag queued posts though, for whatever weird reason I don’t like doing that. Much of my blog is on queue at this point.

Please feel free to message me whenever and say hi! Chuck knows I do it enough to other people. I am especially always happy to discuss TFW and butts. And what pets members of TFW should have.

#blog maintenance #for the 1.4 people who will read this: HI!#80% chance Sam would go without boxer shorts so as not to ruin the line of his suits when #they are fake FBIing it

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lunanightingaleart · 7 years ago

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I’ve Been Waiting a Long Time (Dark/Damien Fan Fic) Part 5

“Hey Damien!” Damien glanced over his shoulder and found his heart beating rapidly. It was Bethany, walking up with that same innocent smile she always held. Ever since that moment between them, when they got drunk and had that one night stand, he’s seen things as...well....different. Every single detail about her he’d notice now. When she’d change her hair up, or when she’d wear makeup or start wearing nicer clothes rather than her over sized hoodie. The laugh she’d have with him and him alone, and the blush on her cheeks when she was really happy. God, what has gotten into him?

“-ien....Damien?” He snapped from his thoughts, a sudden flush across his face.

“Sorry! Sorry, I spaced out. Can you say that again?” Bethany smiled patiently, wondering what Damien had been spacing out about. He’s been doing that a lot lately. She wondered if he was stressed, or maybe thinking about someone.

“It’s okay, I was trying to tell you your sister is looking for you.” Damien paled a bit. “My Sister?”

“Damien~!” The young woman ran up to Damien, wrapping her arms around him and smiling. She wore darker clothes and cool colors of makeup. Despite all of her darker style she seemed to be very kind, her aura reading of trustworthiness.

“Celine, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t I just come and visit my brother?”

“Not usually...?” Bethany smiled softly and watched the siblings talk, finding it a little funny.

“Oh, this is Bethany right? Your little friend~?” Celine grinned brightly towards Damien, who pushed his lips into a straight line while staring at his sister. How the hell did she know about Bethany?

“A girl knows her ways Damien~” She walked over to Bethany, and offered her hand. “It’s so wonderful to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you~”

“Oh yeah..? It’s nice to meet you too.” Bethany shook her hand and smiled, but she felt a little scared. What if Damien mentioned what happened that night to his sister? Just how close were they?

The answer is not at all. Of course Damien didn’t say anything, why would he? They promised not to say a word to anyone about it, plus Damien knew his sister. She always did find a way to know everything about his life. It doesn’t help that she’s been playing with tarot cards and crystal balls. Damien shook the thought away, going back to the conversation....only to see his sister reading Bethany’s palms.

“Very interesting...I don’t know why but I can’t really see anything about you after the age of about twenty-four. You don’t die....but everything gets fuzzy.”

“Celine I believe that’s enough for now.” Damien walked over and subconsciously grabbed Bethany’s hand from Celine, looking to Celine.

“Now, can you tell me what you’re doing here already?” Celine pouted a bit, but glanced down and smiled mischievously. Damien hadn’t realized he was still holding Bethany’s hand, rather tenderly if that.

“Just came by to drop off some things from mom and dad. I thought I’d come bug you for a bit, maybe come meet your...close friend~” Celine grinned and looked to Bethany.

“Let’s hang out sometime Bethany~! You shouldn’t have to be friends with just a bunch of boys, just think of me as your sister too~” Bethany smiled softly, while Damien didn’t like the sound of that at all.

“Sure that sounds great~!”

“Wonderful, here’s my number.” She handed her a piece of paper already written on, as if she knew this would happen.”

“Okay, I’m off. See you around~!” As Celine walked away she bumped right into Will and Mark who were having an animated conversation, but seemingly forgot everything they were saying.

“Whoops, excuse me boys~” She walked passed them, Will and Mark both watching her leave with half gaped open mouths. Damien sighed and looked to Bethany.

“Be careful around my sister. While I’ll admit she’s a good person and I love her...she’s often up to something. She gets what she wants no matter what the cost is, and sometimes that is very dangerous.”

Bethany had no idea what Damien meant at the time, but knew it would ease his nerves if she agreed with him. Which it did. At that moment Damien realized he was still holding Bethany’s hand, let it go, and apologized sheepishly.

“So, that was your sister?” Mark walked up with a bright smile.

“She’s....really pretty.” Will mumbled more to himself.

“Don’t even think about it Mark.” Damien said while Mark shrugged with a big grin. Will seemed out of it, his cheeks powdered pink as he was thinking of something....or someone.

“So hey Damien, are you doing anything this afternoon?’ Damien looked to Bethany a bit surprised.

“This afternoon? Not particularly, why do you ask?” He watched her start to fiddle with a hair band on her wrist. She’d often fiddle with something on her wrist or neck when she was showing signs of being nervous. Another thing he noticed a lot more often.

“Well, I was going into town for supplies. I thought it would be a lot more fun to go with someone. We’ve never hung out outside of the college campus before, I don’t know it’s kind of stupid.” Her eyes darken when she thought poorly of herself, or became disappointed. He hated to see that look. It felt like he was being punched hard enough to break teeth or cause vomiting.

“No it’s okay, it wasn’t stupid. By all means, I’d love to go shopping with you. Honestly I need a few things as well, it’s the perfect opportunity.” He smiled, which made Bethany feel her chest lighten in weight. How did he do that? How in the hell did he make her feel like this with just a simple smile? Like she was on a cloud?

“Great~! Around four then?”

“Sure, I’ll see you then.” As they parted ways, Mark and Will now both caught on to what was happening and was giving Damien pats on the back and telling him he was going on a date with Bethany, to which he argued and said it was just a shopping trip into town.

“Well, you’ve already slept with her. It’s not like you can get any more intimate with her, am I right?” Damien playfully pushed Mark and Will out of his personal space, rolling his eyes at the goofballs he called his best friends.

Bethany practically squealed when she got back to her room, spinning around and plopping on her bed like she was going to float up into the clouds at that very moment. God, why was she like this? She knew it was just a shopping spree, but spending time with him, by themselves, out in public? Something felt so romantic about that.

Around four came, and Damien arrived at Bethany’s door, wearing a nice casual outfit, but not too casual. He also had his hair combed back, just like the first day they met, which was Will’s idea the dork. Bethany answered her door, wearing a long form-fitting purple sweater, black leggings, and flats. Her hair was brushed out of her face and a singular hair clip held half of her bangs out of her eyes, showing the bright autumn brown sparkle up into his puppy dog brown ones.

“Wow, you look really great! I love your hair.” Bethany complimented Damien first, who stuttered out a you too and then realized what he said, nervously fixing himself and trying desperately to figure out what he even meant by his statement. Bethany simply watched, entertained by the whole scene.

“Thanks~ Come on, we better go before it gets too late.” The two left the college campus, going into town and grabbing what they both said they needed. But afterwards, seeing as the day was actually of comfortable temperature and without any crazy weather, they decided to walk around and keep the hangout going.

“-and then my dad told the guy to screw off because he was batman. Needless to say, my tenth birthday was a very eventful one.” Damien laughed, imagining the scene very well and turning red from laughing.

“I can see you take after your father, especially when drunk~” Bethany grinned while glaring at him.

“Oh bite me, King of Beer Pong~” The two laughed, enjoying each other’s time. It was nice, not letting that one night stand make anything awkward grow between them. Well, it did for the first week, but after they had their time to think they both got over it, deciding friendship was much more important than some stupid drunk sex. While walking, Bethany glanced over at a store and smiled.

“Whoa! Hey check this out!” It was a window shop. They sold mainly items involving pure silver, knick-knacks, accessories, you name it. Bethany had her eyes on a single choker necklace, purple satin as the fabric and a single metal pendant dangling from the fabric.

“I’m going to check out how much it is. Come on, let’s check some stuff out! Maybe we can find you something~!” Damien chuckled and rolled his eyes. She acted like such a child sometimes, but he had to admit, she was adorable. Stop it Damien, just a friend remember?

“Alright, but don’t bankrupt yourself~” They went inside, and Bethany immediately went to go and check the price of the necklace. Damien scoped around the store, not finding much he’d be willing to pay for. Nothing, until his eyes caught it. A silver headed cane. The head of the cane was carved to perfection, and his hand gripped to it so perfectly. He wanted it, he made his decision on buying it, Bethany was right. He could find something worth while in this store. He turned and went to go to the cashier, only to stop seeing Bethany putting the necklace back in the window where she found it. Her eyes were dark, showing her disappointment.

“Bethany, what’s wrong?” He walked over, grabbing her attention. The necklace was too expensive. She sent a lot of her money to her parents for her dad’s medical expenses, so she didn’t have enough for the necklace. When she tried to make a deal with the cashier, he said that it was a one of a kind, and that there was no way he could sell it for any lower than the tagged price.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Hey, cool cane. You going to get it?” Damien looked to the cane, and then to Bethany.

“Don’t change the subject. I thought you wanted that necklace, is it too expensive or something?” Bethany shrugged a bit.

“Yeah, but it’s fine. It’s just a necklace. If I had to pick between sending money back home and buying a necklace I’d definitely pick my family. I can just search the internet for a cheaper one anyway. It’s whatever.” Damien looked to the cane, and then to Bethany.

“I get it, sorry you can’t afford it.”

“It’s fine. Hey, how about instead of spending my money on a useless necklace, I go buy us some food from the place across the street?” Damien smiled, and nodded.

“Yeah, hey I’ll be there in a bit. I got to get something real quick.”

“Okay, it’s a good cane by the way! It suits you.” Damien watched as Bethany left the building to across the street. His smile became a soft disappointed one, letting out a sigh as he set the cane down where he found it. He couldn’t afford both of them, so he had to choose. Walking back over to the cashier, he put on a soft smile.

“Hello, I’d like to buy this.”

Bethany paid for the two’s orders of food, grabbing the bag and thanking the cashier before leaving the building. Seeing Damien she smiled and ran up to him, as he sat at an outside table.

“Hey! Where’s the cane? Come on, strike a pose with it!” Damien smiled softly and picked up the small bag he had by his feet, setting it on the table and looking up at her.

“Didn’t you want that cane?”

“I did, but I found something better. Here, open it.” Bethany set the food down, pure confusion on her face. She grabbed the bag and opened it, immediately freezing and covering her mouth. She could see the purple fabric in the bag.

“Damien, you didn’t...” Damien smiled and watched as Bethany pulled the necklace from the bag.

“I know you really wanted it. No matter how hard you tried to deny it and say it was whatever, Besides, what am I gonna do with a cane?” His eyes widened as he saw tears start to roll down Bethany’s cheeks.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay? I thought you-”

“Thank you.” Damien found himself at a loss for words, seeing Bethany smile with tears running down her face. She went around the table and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his neck and continuously repeating thank you. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry out her thank you’s. She smelled so sweet, like cotton candy and strawberries. She was so warm too, like a heated blanket. He let out a content sigh, finding himself smiling and slowly letting her go as she pulled away. She was still wiping her eyes.

“I still can’t believe you did this.”

“Believe it, now come on try it on.” Bethany picked up the necklace, handing it to Damien with a begging look. Damien only chuckled and nodded, standing up and holding the necklace. Bethany turned her back to him and lifted up her hair, letting Damien wrap the fabric around the front of her neck and slowly clip it around her throat. Turning back towards him she smiled brightly, posing with her hand behind her head and the other on her hip.

“How does it look?” Damien smiled watching her. Many words came to mind. Beautiful, stunning, adorable, precious. He knew he couldn’t say a single one though, remembering they agreed to stay friends after the incident.

“It looks great on you Beth, really great.” The two of them looked at each other, smiling. Bethany bit her lip and glanced down, then toward the food.

“So, who’s hungry?” The two of them ate and talked about random topics just as before. Damien couldn’t focus however. He kept staring at her, smiling and watching her every movement. The way she talked with her hands when she was trying to think. The way she lit up a room with just her smile. Why she was glowing! Once it was all over and they went home, he walked into the dorm room he shared with Mark and William, only to look at them with pure surprise.

“So, how did it go?” Will said with an accusatory tone. Mark was smiling while drinking a soda. Damien was still at a loss for words, staring at the two of them while choking on his own words.

“You guys were right...” The two looked to each other, and then to Damien.

“About what? We’re right often so you’ll have to clarify~” Mark asked, but his grin told him he knew what Damien meant. Damien reevaluated his thoughts again, trying to see if he came up with any other option, but couldn’t find a single one.

“...I’m in love with her.”

“I CALLED IT!” William said while cheering and jumping around the room like a school girl watching her favorite drama. Mark applauded Damien while smiling.

“Congratulations on realizing what we realized day one. Welcome to the Obvious Club, Captain.” Damien was still in shock, sitting on his bed and holding his head. Holy shit he was in love with her.

Bethany was laying in her bed, twirling the silver pendant in between her fingers. The way that Damien just smiled as her while telling her she looked great. How he bought her that necklace instead of buying his own cane. She stared at the ceiling, a solid ten minutes going by in silence as she thought of literally everything involving him. Even day one where they met. She then sat up right, eyes wide.

“Holy Shit, I’m in Love with Him.”

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jeonniez · 8 years ago

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a “should we know us a little better” tag

RULES: you must answer these 89 statements and tag 20 people

Tagged by: @tae-all-day aka the best person in the whole world

THE LAST:

1. Drink: lol water. i am boring

2. Phone call: my doctor’s office to confirm my appointment

3. Text message: my dearest Court

4. Song you listened to: “My Body” by Young the Giant

5. Time you cried: i think like Monday(?) night cuz my anxiety was kicking my ass

6. Dated someone twice: nah mate

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: well i mean, considering I’m aroace and actually hate kissing more than a peck a lot basically anytime I’ve ever kissed someone cuz i thought i was supposed to

8. Been cheated on: nope nope

9. Lost someone special: mhm

10. Been depressed: highkey still am my dudes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: i’ve only ever been drunk once and it was supervised by my father so i did not throw up

LIST YOUR THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14. YELLOW, black, red

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yep (<3 love you alexus)

16. Fallen out of love: does friendship love count? im saying it does. yes.

17. Laughed until you cried: YES

18. Found out someone was talking about you: i literally learned that some guy in my grade that i’d never met told the entire tennis team that i was his first kiss this year

19. Met someone who changed you: yep

20. Found out who your friends are: a thousand times yes

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: i dont have FB whoops

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: see 21 lol

23. Do you have any pets: 2 dogs that I love with my whole heart and would die for

24. Do you want to change your name: when i was younger i wanted to but now i dont really care either way

25. What did you do for your last birthday: i went on a scavenger hunt around town with my brother

26. what time did you wake up: 6 am cuz the world hates me and work exists

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: i literally went to bed at 7 pm last night bc my life is boring and my sleep schedule is a mess

28. Name something that you can’t wait for: my Fall Out Boy concert in October

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: for dinner like 3 hours ago

30: What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: there are so many things my dudes the list could go on forever

31. What are you listening to right now: “little darling” by Lewis Watson from my acoustic playlist on Spotify

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: idk probably

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my boss

34. Most visited website: Tumblr or YouTube

35. Mole/s: i have one on my cheek area and one just below my armpit for some reason

36. Mark/s: I have 2 birthmarks on my leg and lots of scars everywhere

37. Childhood dream: singer and/or librarian because apparently young me loved books as much as old me does

38. Hair color: brown, some people say honey to make it sound prettier but it’s brown

39. Long or short hair: kinda medium rn. ive had it v short and v long before

40. Do you have a crush on someone: nope

41. What do you like about yourself: my eyes are really cool

42. Piercings: I have eleven all in my ears

43. Blood type: maybe A or AB? something with A in it i don’t really remember

44. Nickname: well my full name is Allison but people use Allie so consistently that Allison might as well be the nickname. My friends call me Alz and my family calls me Alliegator

45. Relationship status: pringle (like single but hungry)

46. Zodiac: Scorpios unite

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV show: The 100 currently but Avatar the Last Airbender is an all time fave

49. Tattoos: one on my wrist

50. Right or left hand: Right

51. Surgery: does wisdom teeth count?

52. Piercings: we already went over this. eleven

53. Sport: I’ve played basketball, soccer, and softball competitively but currently there’s none

54. Vacation: i dont think i’m going on vacation anytime soon, but the coolest vacation i’ve been on was my trip to Europe

55. Pair of trainers: I have a pair of bright yellow Doc Martens that I treasure with my whole being

MORE GENERAL:

56. Eating: nothing rn but we had tacos for dinner

57. Drinking: water again lol

58. I’m about to: watch more Brooklyn 99 cuz i’m on a binge watching spree

59. Waiting for: COLLEGE OMG IT’S SO SOON

60. Want: for my back to stop hurting like an old woman’s

61. Get married: i mean, if any of my friends wanna marry me and be permanent roommates that’d be epic but probably nah

62. Career: I wanna work with kids for sure. maybe speech or occupational therapy

WHICH IS BETTER?

63. Hugs or kisses: HUGS FOR DAYZZ

64. Lips or eyes: EYES EYES EYES EYES

65. Shorter or taller: taller

66. Older or younger: older

67. Nice arms or nice stomach: i don’t really care? just be happy

68. Sensitive or loud: loud

69. Hookup or relationship: relationship

70. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker i guess

HAVE YOU EVER:

71. Kissed a stranger: no

72. Drank hard liquor: yes

73. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I lose my glasses literally every day lol

74. Turned someone down: I’ve broken up with people before does that count?

75. Sex on the first date: sex is ew. sex never.

76. Broken someone’s heart: gosh i hope not

77. Had your heart broken: yeah

78. Been arrested: nada

79. Cried when someone died: i cry when dogs die on tv let alone in real life

80. Fallen for a friend: nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

81. Yourself: not at all omg

82. Miracles: no

83. 83. Love at first sight: nope

84. Santa Claus: I wish tbh i’d get more presents

85. Kiss on the first date: i feel this does not apply to me. i mean, i’d peck-kiss my friends but most people do not like that so i do not

86. Angels: yes? a bit? yes.

OTHER:

87. Current best friends: Courtney, Alexus, Nathan, Hanna

88. Eye color: green

89. Favorite movie: Deadpool, Spirited Away, or The Nightmare Before Christmas

I def don’t have 20 friends/mutuals/people to tag so I’ll tag @sopeotp @tomato-goddess @goldenskychild @bewareoftaehyung and @soulanjello / @parkjiminivan

#this took a long time wow #about me

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