#the text beside him reads 'I dont wanna save the world today I want to go eat some marshmallows'

[tsukishimashoyo]

pleaseeee not hinata! Please not him! i canttttt

I'm sorry, I already made one...... Peace ✌️😋

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Hinata Shoyo: The Truth

You are a victim of bullying and No ONE approaches you until-

* Your homeroom teacher came *

" Good morning everyone, today we have a transferee, be good to him, come on in"

" Uhm-Hi everyone, I'm Hinata Shoyo, and I love to play volleyball, nice to meet you" he smiles brightly.

" Whoa a he's so cute, I wanna be friend with him" girl classmate 1 said.

" Yeah, I wanna sit beside him, go over there so that he will sit beside me" girl classmate 2 said to girl classmate 1.

" Wha-" girl classmate 1 is shocked.

Well everyone on the classroom wants to be friend with him. Your are not exempted because you were struck when he smile and looked at your direction.

" Uhm teacher, can I sit with her?" he asked pointing at your direction.

" Of course, you can sit wherever you want" the teacher said.

All eyes on you and some are glaring at you. The teacher starts to discuss.

" Hey, I'm Hinata Shoyo, you can call me Shoyo, Sho, or maybe you can call me mine *smiles*" he said and laughs a bit.

" *giggles* I'm y/n" you said and smiled slightly.

* After the class *

" Y/n can you come with you at the cafeteria, my friends said they are in the cafeteria already and I don't know where it is" he said with a puppy eyes.

" Uhm- * your eyes saw the people staring at you * I'm sorry, I can't" you said and looked down.

" Oh come on y/n, you my friend now so I'm gonna introduce you to my other friends" he smiled and cling on your arms.

" Can I come with you? I know where the cafeteria is" said the flirty classmate.

" No, I only want y/n, I'm not sorry" Hinata said not looking at the flirty classmate.

" Wha- Hey you freak! What did you do to Hinata that he choose you over me? You did something right!? Don't lie" she said pointing at you.

You just stayed quiet because you don't want a fight so you just take those hurtful words of her.

" Hey! Y/n did nothing, you being like that to y/n makes me wanna hate you more, I want to be with her because I wanted to, not because she did something, let's go y/n" Hinata said and pulled you out of the classroom.

You and Hinata arrived at the cafeteria and you saw three guys that Hinata waved his hands at.

" Your late Shoyo, we're hungry already" a boy sipping milk said.

" Whoa with you Shoyo?" a guys with green haired guy with freckles said while looking at you.

" Another person that is having a problem at expressing emotion, right?" yellow haired guy with a glasses said while reading a book.

" She's y/n, she's one of us now, be friends with her, now let's order first y/n and then let's eat together, and btw, this is Kageyama Tobio * points at a guy who's sipping a milk* this is Yamaguchi Tadashi * points at a guy with freckles* and lastly, he's Tsukishima Kei *points at a guy reading a book* " he said not minding the other two comments.

" Oh-okay" you said shyly.

* 6 Months have passed*

6 months that he's by your side and also his other friends Kageyama, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima. He's always protecting you from your bullies. Your happy to be with them, no more hiding who you truly are until-

" Stay away to Hinata and nothing will gonna happen to you, dont you dare tell this to Hinata, tell him and he will be ruined" your flirty classmate said to you while your alone sitting at your desk.

* Hinata arrives and drag you out at the classroom and reaches the roof top*

" Y/n i wanna be honest to you, and I don't want this to be long, Iminlovewithyou" he said and blushed intensely.

" What? I'm sorry what did you just said?" you know what he said but you want to be clear because you fall I love to him also but the threat of your classmate is lingering inside your head making your feeling towards him waver.

" I said I'm in love with you, can you be my girlfriend " he said not looking at you because of his face is red as a tomato.

" I'm sorry Shoyo but I only see you as a friend, and can I have a favor?" you said stopping yourself from crying.

" Oh a friend, of course you can, what is it? " he said and smiled forcely.

" Can we not see each other again and just be strangers to each other? " you feel like a million knives are stabbed at your heart after saying that FAVOR.

" Oh only me? That's okay, just please don't treat our other friends as a strangers"*coughs* " he said and a tear fell from his eyes.

" Thank you" you said and run out at the rooftop leaving him behind. Your feet gave up and you cried and cried because of you denying your feelings towards him.

* a few months have passed *

As a promise you didn't treat Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like a strangers, you hang out with them but your not happy like the day when Hinata is with you. You wonder why Hinata is not coming at the school this past few months. You asked why Hinata is not around the campus to Tsukishima.

" Did you not know that Hinata is suffering from a Hanahaki disease? I don't know the girl he confesses that didn't accept his love, I just want to curse her to death for hurting our friend, didn't he tell you?" he asked you.

The world seems to stop and Tsukishima mentioning Hinata having a Hanahaki disease repeats at your head.

" Y/n, y/n, y/n! " you saw Tsukishima snapping his fingers in front of you.

" I'm sorry I need to go " you said and run away.

You suddenly bump to Kageyama and Yamaguchi.

" Y/n where are you going? And why are you running? And also don't you have anything to say to Hinata? " Yamaguchi asked.

" Y/n can we talk? " Kageyama said and looked at you- serious.

" Uhm-yeah" you said hesitantly.

" Kageyama, Tsukki and me are gonna go first, we need to go to the hospital and be with Hinata, do it faster, I'm gonna text you if we arrived" Yamaguchi said-giving you a hint where Hinata is. Kageyama just nod to him.

* A deafening silent are passed between you and Kageyama until his phone ring and answers it * sign that Yamaguchi and Tsukishima arrived at the hospital safely,though you didn't notice it because of having a slight panic *why Hinata is at the hospital, is his disease is severe already and it's my fault? You need to go to the hospital faster to tell him the truth* that's what running through your head.

" So, I just wanna ask you, do you REALLY see Hinata as A FRIEND? be honest with your answer y/n, I don't want lies" he asked holding his phone on his right arm.

" Can we just talk this Kageyama while going to the hospital? I need to tell Hinata the truth" you said panicking.

" Kags, Kags, make her tell the truth now Hinata is at his peak already, you need to hurry up" Yamaguchi said through the phone.

" Y/n I need the truth now, I will let you see Hinata if you tell me the truth, NOW" Kageyama said composing his self after what he heard from Yamaguchi.

" I like him okay? No, I love him, I just can't bring myself to tell him the truth because of one of my classmate threatened me that he will make Hinata's life a living hell,i don't want him to suffer but I made a mistake, I'm a coward, I don't deserve Hinata's love, I'm weak, I can't protect him like how he protect me from my bullies " you said while crying inside the taxi. You took a deep breath.

" Please, let me just see Hinata for the last time, I can't see myself being happy with Hinata after what I did to him" you said crying harder.

You heard a sound from Kageyama's phone a sound that makes your world stop.

* A sound of the monitor the heartbeat of a person-flatlined*

* At the Hospital *

You ran to Hinata's room and saw a person covered with a white cloth. You shove those person that surrounds the body.

" I'm sorry Shoyo, I'm really sorry, it's my fault, I'm a coward, I did this to you, I love you Shoyo, please come back, come back to me, I promise to not lie to you again just please come back, please, please, please, I need you, please come back" you cried and cried until-

" Y/N!! Do you know that person?" Kageyama asked catching his breath.

" How can you not know, this is Hinata, its too late now, Hinata is gone now, and its my fault" you said crying your heart out.

" Y/n let go of him, let go now" Kageyama said while pulling you from hugging the body.

" NO!!, I DON'T WANT TO!! PLEASE LET ME BE WITH HINATA" hugging the body.

" Y/N that is not Hinata, he's in the other room" Kageyama said that make you stop hugging the body.

" What? Isn't this the room the nurse said? Room 1215?" you said looking at Kageyama teary eyed.

" It's room 1216, you mistook it 1215 because you run off" Kageyama said pulling you now because of what you did.

" Oh my, I'm sorry * bows * I'm really sorry, I mistook him" you said while looking down.

" That's okay, I think you need to go to the other room now" random person said.

" Yes, thank you and I'm sorry" you said looking down while going out from the room.

* You saw Hinata lying on his bed * " Hinata, I'm sorry I made a mistake, I lied to you about my feelings and this happened to you, I'm a coward for not telling you the truth" you said while walking towards Hinata.

This time the three of your friends walked out to give Hinata and you a privacy.

" Y/n you saved me, and that is enough, no need to be sorry"

" Hinata I want to say that Iloveyou" you said shyly.

" Sorry what?" he asked confused.

" I love you Hinata Shoyo, and I want to ask you this time. Can you be my boyfriend?" you said and look at him blushing.

" Y/n I'm sorry but I don't want to be your boyfriend" he said looking at you - eye to eye.

" Oh, that's alright" you said at the verge of crying.

" I want to be YOURS" he said and smiled brightly.

* He open his arms asking you to hug him, and you hug him like there's no tomorrow*

---END---

[harlot-of-oblivion]

A Rose of Unconscious Beauty (Part 6)

All work and no play make Dante a dull devil, but when he finds out about his brother's flowery friend he sees an opportunity to cure his boredom. Well, that and his curiosity about what kind of woman catches Vergil's attention. So, he decides to spontaneously visit your garden to see what all the buzz is about.

Hope you enjoy these two finally meeting! And gardening puns...just all the gardening puns. 😆❤

Here’s the link to the list of all the flowers featured in this part. 🌹🥰🌹

Chapter 1: Meeting Dante

Life has been pretty good for Dante since he got back from his little foray into hell. He may still be in quite a bit of debt, but that never stops him from living life to the fullest. For the first time in a long time he does not feel so alone in the Devil May Cry shop. There is just one problem that plagues him now as he leans back in his chair, feet propped up on the edge of his desk as a huge overdrawn yawn escapes his mouth…

He is bored.

Very, very…BORED.

The occasional odd job usually keeps him entertained, but business has been slow recently. There is only so much games of pool and swimsuit magazines before Dante is positively itching to fight something…anything. Nero has taken advantage of this dry spell and is finally getting hitched to Kyrie. Even Vergil, who he annoys into fighting sometimes just for sheer fact that it relieves his boredom for a while, has taken to disappearing from time to time.

Oh yeaaaaah. The mysterious flowery friend.

Dante ponders the potential of that whole situation giving him something to do besides sitting alone in his shop. He did not think it strange when Vergil started to go out more…in fact, he is proud that his brother is finally embracing his humanity and making this world his home. But when his cranky brother came back to the shop with pretty little blue flowers wrapped around his beloved Yamato…well, now that just piqued his curiosity. He tries to goad Vergil into telling him where he got the flowers or where he has been disappearing off to lately, but that conversation usually ends with him being stabbed a lot. Dante got his answer one day when Nero asks if he knew this florist that his old man just recommended to him. It all just suddenly clicked. The constant visits, the soft cloud nine smiles, just the overall secrecy…

Vergil…has a crush.

Just the idea of his brother being head over heels for someone has Dante shaking his head in wonder. Vergil has already left the shop, probably visiting his florist friend if Dante had to guess. It happens to be the day that Nero and Kyrie are supposed to meet their savior of flowers. He wanted to tag along to see what all the hype is about, but Nero absolutely refused to let him. Usually, that is not enough to deter Dante, but then his nephew just had to sick Kyrie on him. And how could anyone say no to her? So, here he sits…extremely bored and very curious.

I have to know if it’s true…if my dumbass brother really is lovestruck…

A sudden idea pops into Dante’s head as he takes out his cellphone and begins to text:

Dante: Hey! Gonna see your old mans flower girl today, amiright?

Nero: NO. Forget it.

Nero: Im not spying 4 u

Dante: NO ONE said ANYTHING about spying!

Dante: Just a couple of pics!

Nero: NO U CREEP

Dante: OH C’MON!!!

Dante taps on his screen vigorously as he provokes his stubborn nephew to reply, but after a few minutes of continued silence he gives up. He rolls his eyes as he groans in mild irritation and drops his phone onto the desk. His nimble fingers stroke his scruffy chin in thought, wondering if there will ever be an end to this torturous boredom…then it hits him faster than the Devil May Cry van. Nico! Dante snaps his fingers and nods his head in approval at his own ingenious idea. He snatches his phone back up and begins to text again:

Dante: Heyyyyyyy

Nico: Wat

Dante: Wanna help a friend out?

Nico: Lemme guess

Nico: U want me to spy for ya, right?

Dante: A couple of pics is NOT spying

Nico: Yeah yeah whatever

There is a long pause and Dante almost thinks his last-ditch effort is a bust. Until…

Nico: Mayyyyybe I’ll do it

Nico: Wats in it for me tho?

Dante only has to think about her prize for second before replying.

Dante: I’ll let you check out my guns

Nico: Ive already seen my fair share of muscles

Dante: Im talking about Ebony and Ivory

Nico: U GOTTA FUCKIN DEAL

Dante clenches his fist in victory. Nico tells him to hold tight while she finds a good hiding spot and the perfect angle. So, he grabs the nearest swimsuit magazine to read while he waits for Nico’s sneaky photos.

He only has to read a couple of pages of articles and check out a few curvy ladies before his phone vibrates. “Well now…let’s see what we've got,” he announces aloud as his hand instantly picks up his phone and eagerly opens up the message. Here she is! is written below two pictures of a bubbly woman with a bright smile and lively eyes. In one photo she is sitting down at a garden table, and in the other she is standing by a bed of flowers. She is wearing white summer dress and has a white flower in her hair. Dante chuckles in glee because now he understands why his brother has fallen so hard: the local florist is a total babe!

Dante is about to get back to his magazine when another text from Nico comes through:

Nico: Yoooooooooo

Nico: U didnt tell me that Vergil was gonna be here!

Dante: Im not my brother’s keeper!

Nico: Im NOT about to get stabbed if he catches me

Nico: Im out

Dante: WAIT

Dante: I’ll sweeten the deal!

Dante: If you get a pic of them together

Nico: DANTE

Dante: Then I’ll let you check out my guns

Dante: FOR A WEEK

A very long pause follows and Dante thinks that Nico is still going chicken out despite his sudden add on to her prize when her response chimes in:

Nico: U better hold up your end of the deal, Dante

Dante: Nicooooo u know I always keep my word!

Nico: Cuz if u dont, I’ll run u over with the van

Dante: No u wont

Nico: VROOM VROOM BITCH

Dante’s amused chuckle echoes throughout the shop. “So, that’s where you’re running off to,” he comments to himself. “The secret garden.” As he waits for Nico’s next photo, he starts to wonder what kind of a woman catches the eye of his broody brother. I mean…sure, you’re a cutie, but Dante knows that Vergil is not so easily swayed by looks alone. Of course, he could be reading into this too much and you’re actually just a really adorable friend…which is why he has to see both of you together. If Vergil has that soft smile on his face and if you show any sign of reciprocating his brother’s feelings…

His phone vibrates and Dante immediately opens the message. How's this for ya? reads Nico’s text along with a bunch of laughing emojis and a video clip. He arches an eyebrow as he presses play. He sees Nero, Kyrie, Vergil, and you all walking together by a bunch of flowers. He cannot make out the soft conversation of the group, but he does hear a lighthearted giggle as you do a twirl. Dante squints his eyes when he notices your hand reach for something in your dress…then his eyes widen as you throw petals into the air. The distinct growl of his brother comes through the audio and Dante nearly chokes on his own laugh. Some of the little pink flowers you threw…are sticking to Vergil’s hair!

I’m totally saving this just for the look on his face!

Dante kicks his feet off of the desk and he leans forward in his chair, never taking his eyes off the screen as Nero and Kyrie step out of frame. He tilts his head when Vergil kneels and you start to pluck the flowers from his hair. Dante has to rub his eyes to make sure he is really seeing these events correctly. Things get really interesting when you move in closer. The awkward expression on his brother’s face is pure gold. But what really has him pressing his nose to the screen is when Vergil stands up and you both just stare at each other. It is like a scene cut straight from a romantic movie. Dante has never seen his brother look so…totally in love. And you are mirroring the exact same expression.

Jackpot!

The video starts to shake and he hears Nico quietly cursing up a storm. The screen is a blur for a moment before it just totally cuts off. Dante is still for a while as he takes in everything that just happened. He honestly did not expect Vergil to be bitten by the love bug. A genuine smile curls on his lips as he thinks that maybe you are exactly what his brother needs to finally let go of the past and start living. But he cannot be the helpful little brother that he is without at least meeting you first. The genuine smile turns mischievous as Dante texts Nico about happened after the video ended and where exactly is this secret garden in the city...

(A Week Later...Reader’s POV)

The late afternoon sun beats down as you wipe the sweat from your brow. You examine the rambling roses you are currently pruning, checking to see if you missed anything before standing up and stretching your legs. Sweet basil, it’s hot, you thought, taking off your gardening hat and fanning your face as you pocket your pruning shears. You think about Vergil and how he always seems to keep cool while wearing a long blue coat in the summer.

The power of Sparda must also include internal air conditioning. You giggle at your own quip as you put the gardening hat back on your head and decide to take a break. As you walk through the multitude of flowers you search for any sign of the Son of Sparda among the flora. He has not called to inform you that he is stopping by today, but that does not necessarily mean he will not show up unannounced…annoyingly startling you before buttering you up with an offering of beautiful blooms.

Vergil has been regularly visiting you in your garden now. Sometimes both of you read and drink tea under the fruit trees, other times you have to work and just let him read in peace while frolicking about your garden. Every now and then he insists on looming close behind you, claiming that he wants to observe how you arrange bouquets and care for the flowers. There are a few times that you somehow rope him into helping since he is so inclined to learn and you must admit…seeing a tall and imposing man handle tiny flowers carefully is so endearing, making you fall even harder for the handsome devil.

You step through the backdoor and walk into your kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and swiftly open the door. When the cold air hits your face you sigh and just stand there for a moment to cool off as you reach for a bottle of water. You close the fridge and head to your office to check the status of a shipment on your computer while you guzzle down half of the bottle. The flowers for Nero and Kyrie’s wedding are well in supply, but you ordered some extra ribbon, wires, needles, and other miscellaneous supplies. It is a little stressful that you only have so much time to pull this off, but that only pushes you to do your utmost best to give them the best flowers they have ever seen. All seems to be order, you mentally note, finishing off your water bottle as you tab out of the website.

Time to get back to work! You go back out to the garden, grab the garden hose, and turn on the outdoor faucet. You adjust the nozzle on the hose to spray into a mist and set off to water some flowers. “Alright, my darlings!” you say cheerfully as you step up to the first section of flowers. “Who’s thirsty?” You happily spray their petals with glistening droplets as you hum softly. One of the many reasons why you enjoy gardening so much is just how tranquil it can be, your mind slipping into a peaceful state as all your worries just drift away and you feel like a flower basking in the warm sunlight.

Although, you do find yourself ceaselessly daydreaming about a certain white-haired gentleman while gardening lately. You cannot get the feel of his slicked back locks out of your thoughts, yearning to do more than just pluck petals from his hair. You wonder if the bergamot scent is from a cologne he is wearing or the constant cups of his favorite tea. And the expression on his face after you picked the stray petals from his hair…cheeks slightly blushing as his gleaming silver eyes stare straight into your soul. The very memory of it has you shivering in delight as you turn around to water the next section of flowers.

“Holy hollyhock!”

The sudden appearance of a man in a long red jacket standing in your garden has you jumping back in surprise. Your foot steps on the garden hose, making you lose your balance and start to tip over. Thankfully, the stranger has quick reflexes and quickly leans forward to catch your fall. “Whoa! Easy there!” he exclaims as he sets you upright, doing his best to avoid the misty spray of the hose still clutched in your hand. That is when you notice his distinct white hair swaying in front of his blue eyes. And his face…if it was not for the slight fuzz of a beard or the care-free expression, he would be the spitting image of Vergil. Which can only mean…

“You must be Dante.”

“What gave it away?” he asks, dramatically holding his hands out to the side as he nods his head in confirmation.

“You wouldn’t be a Son of Sparda if you didn’t scare your local gardener to death!”

Dante tilts head at your answer and smirks as he examines you from head to toe. “I dig the overalls,” he comments as he gestures to your attire. You look down at your green gardening overalls, the phrase "I like big buds and I cannot lie" imprinted on the front surrounded by large colorful flower buds.

“Thanks!” you laugh, turning off the garden hose. “I’m Y/N! I don’t recall Vergil saying that he was going to finally introduce me to you.”

“So, he’s told you about me? Did he mention that I am the better-looking twin?” he jests as he takes a step back and strikes a charmingly rugged pose.

“Uh, he mentioned that you are a demon hunter, a foolish buffoon, and…whoa!” Your eyebrows shoot up as you closely examine his coat. “Your jacket does look really expensive!”

Dante rolls his eyes as he relaxes from his over-the-top stance. “He just can’t let that go, huh?” He shakes his head and lightly chuckles.

“So…what brings you to my garden?” you inquire kindly, not letting his surprise visit distract you from being hospitable. Dante did not mention his brother being present here with him, so you hope that Vergil does not mind you being friendly and helping his brother out if he needs it.

“The girls keep telling me I need something to brighten up the shop,” he explains as he scratches the back of his head. “So, I figured some flowers from my brother’s friendly neighbor florist might do the trick.”

You smile sweetly. “Okay! Do you have any kind of flowers in mind?”

“Well, my mother’s favorite flowers were-”

“Burgundy roses!”

Dante quirks an eyebrow. “Did you just read my mind?”

A giggle escapes your lips as you shake your head. “Vergil told me that his mother had a modest garden herself, and that she grew those roses a lot. Don’t worry,” you affirm as your hand sets down the garden hose. A big confident smile spreads across your face as you twirl in excitement, pausing to strike your own cute pose. “I got you covered!”

He nods his head in approval. “Right on.”

You make small talk with Dante as you lead him to the rose section of your garden, asking if by “the girls” he means the other two demon hunters that work with him. He confirms your guess and grumbles about how unfair it is that you know so much the crew while he knows next to nothing about you. That is quickly remedied though as he bombards you with the oddest series of questions…most of them involving strawberries and pizza. When you tell him that you used to work at the local pizzeria and bakery in your home town he enthusiastically asks if you made the pizzas. You laugh at his boyish glee and inform him that you sometimes helped with the pizzas, but you mostly baked the pastries and desserts.

“Here we are!” You point to a bush full of the dark reddish-purple roses as you step through the various buds and blooms. “Roses of unconscious beauty!” Dante studies the rose bush as you approach it, lean in, and inhale their lovely fragrance. You breathe out in delight and start looking for the best blooms for a bouquet. “Aren’t they lovely?” You look over your shoulder and see that Dante is barely paying attention. His blue green eyes gaze distantly at the rose bush, reminding you a little of Vergil’s silver blue eyes when he recedes into his head. You wait a moment before deciding to coax him out of pensive stupor.

“Flower for your thoughts?”

Dante blinks and shakes his head. “Sorry about that. I was just…remembering something.” He walks over and stands next you, a small grin appears on his face as he peers down at you. “These would look nice on my desk. I’ll take ‘em.”

“Alright!” You reach into your pocket, taking out the pruning shears still stored in there and begin snipping some select roses, carefully removing the thorns before sticking them in another pocket until you can properly tie them together.

Dante quietly watches you for a few moments before he crosses his arms and leisurely leans back. “So…you and my brother.”

You snip a third rose as you glance over at him. “Me and your brother…?” you repeat, hoping he will expand upon the conversation he started. Dante just continues to gaze at you inquisitively. Your brow furrows in puzzlement as you wonder what he is trying to imply…until it suddenly hits you.

No way. He can’t be…

“Are you…Dad-terogating me?”

“Am I what now?”

“You know…that thing fathers do when daughters bring home their boyfriends.” Your voice drops as you do your best impersonation a stern father figure. “What are your intentions little girl?”

“Oh man,” Dante snickers. “And what if I am?” he counters with a puckish smirk.

“Well, Mr. Sparda,” you begin with a cheeky grin, turning to him while you clutch a thornless burgundy rose close to your chest. “I only have the best intentions towards your brother, Vergil. They include smiles, laughter, and a healthy dose of poetry with dash of tea…Oh!” You dip your hand into the front pocket of your overalls. “And lots of flower showers!” Your grin turns cheerful as you toss pink hydrangea petals high into the air.

Dante stares at you closely for a moment, totally unfazed by the petals scattering around him before he chuckles softly. “Well now…how can I argue with that? My party pooper of a brother needs it.”

You giggle and go back to snipping more roses. A fourth one is freed and you begin to remove the thorns from the stem. “It’s sweet of you to look out for him, you know,” you point out with a genuine smile. “You’re a good brother, Dante.”

He smiles back and is about to respond when an awful hellish screech fills the air. Your head snaps over to the direction it is coming from, but you already know what those sounds mean. Dante casually looks over as well, but he does not look as concerned as you. His face reminds you more of the neighborhood kids when the ice cream truck drives by. “Looks like our flower pickin’ is gonna have to wait,” he surmises as he struts briskly towards the commotion.

You pocket the pruning shears and the rose in your hand as you hurriedly follow behind him. The screeching is now really loud and as you step into to a clearing you see the familiar forms of demons just beyond the gates of your garden. Even though you live in a city known for its constant hellish attacks, the sight of their malformed bodies never fails to freeze your blood. The closest one, resembling a large corrupted bat, flies over the gate and hovers near one of your apple trees. It shrieks as its throat starts to glow red. Anger floods through your body when you register what it intends to do to your lovely fruit trees.

“Oh, no you DON’T!” you shout as you run by the gardening tools still laying out, grabbing the garden hoe as you pass by and rush towards the bat-like creature. It swivels around just as you draw your makeshift weapon back and swing up at it with all your strength. The hoe connects and a pained squeal rings out as the demon is knocked back a little bit away from the apple tree. You let out a shuddering breath, quickly realizing that perhaps smacking a demon with a gardening tool was not the best idea.

Multiple gunshots startle you out of your internal dread as they streak up at the bat-like demon. It shakes violently before it drops to the ground and disintegrates. You turn around and see Dante holstering two guns behind his back before giving you a round of applause. “Not bad! Very inventive use of…” his hands pause as he inspects your tool curiously.

“It’s a hoe,” you bluntly inform him.

“Really?” Dante puts his hands on his hips as he circles around you, shielding you from the oncoming demons notice. “Well then…you really know how to handle a hoe!”

You snort and check your tool for any signs of it being broken or bent. “You know what they say…a dirty hoe is a happy hoe!” you joke, flashing him the disgusting bloody residue on the tip. Dante hunches over as a hearty laugh burst from his lips. You feel a sense of accomplishment at making such a clever gardening pun, but it is short lived as a series of terrible growls and roars remind you of the current danger. “Umm,” you mutter softly, “as much as I would like to give more demons a good hoeing…”

Dante reigns in his boisterous laughter and nods. “Yeah...get yourself to safety.” He runs and skillfully jumps over the gate. Before he goes to deal with the demons, he looks over his shoulder at you. “Even though I’m not a hoe I can still get rid of these nasty weeds,” he quips with a wink.

You laugh and shake your head at his own gardening pun before retreating back to your house, sighing in relief as your backdoor comes into view. When you are a few feet away from safety, a low rumbling growl reaches your ears, making you stop in your tracks. You still have your garden hoe, so you hold it up in defense as you scan your surroundings for any immediate threat. It is quiet for a moment…then a series obscure red streaks zoom around you. Your eyes try to track whatever is circling you, but you cannot see what is stalking you like prey.

Your body is quaking now as you turn around to glance behind you. A lizard-like demon with a vicious red blade protruding from one of its scaly arms is leaping through the air straight at you. Your instincts kick in and you raise your gardening tool up in defense, even though you feel certain that it will not enough to block that sharp blade. A series of tumultuous emotions sling around your mind, but one strongly overtakes you as the image of Vergil pops into your head…regret.

I didn’t even get to tell him that-

Before you are able to close your eyes and brace yourself for the deadly impact, a sudden blur of blue spheres pop up and knock back your scaly assailant. A familiar form clad in a blue coat suddenly appears next to the demon and proceeds to hit it with a series of slashes. When he finishes his ruthless onslaught, he turns his back on the demon and dramatically sheaths his sword. Just as the hilt of the sword slams into the case, the demon convulses in pain one last time before collapsing on the ground.

The regret you felt earlier fades away as your devilish rescuer turns towards you. The usual scowl on his face is now even more severe as he scrutinizes your appearance. He may be fuming with rage, but you do not mind, nor do you care. “Vergil!” you cry, trying to thank him for saving your life, but you feel so overwhelmed that no words come out. All you can do is smile gratefully as your eyes well up with tears, so happy that you get to see the man you feel so deeply for again after all.

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What I wish I could've said

Since the last post I made was fueled by emotions, so I'll give this post more effort

let me get a few things straight.

I believe what you told me. Because I'm done playing games, I thought I knew you. I really did.

But the more time passed I started to question if I could be wrong. And after all you said and did, I can't say that I recognise you.

Yes, you were a broken person. And to many extends you still are. But you changed in those years we spent together. I saw it in you, especially in the talk we had after my birthday and you can't deny that.

Let me also say that I definitely agree that our relationship was doomed to fail because we both didn't improve ourselves in ways we should have. That's why I can say that I'm glad it ended the first time. We were young, dumb, and had spent no time appart to determine if we were ever truly going to work as individuals. I defined myself by you. You made me who I am today, you gave me my name and with that an opportunity to grow. To live not defined by my past.

I won't deny that I should have known that the things I did would have a deeper effect on you. Even if they were small to me, such as liking photos. And I will never again defend the worse things I did or that I slept with a different person. And for all it's worth I see that nothing justifies what I did. I did what I did because I didn't think as I do now so i made a wrong choice. It's that simple. I hurt you because I didn't think. Though that does not mean it is less painful to admit

contrary to what you believe I see what you mean. Intimacy has become something that I cherish. Something I don't want to share with anyone else besides the person I love. And it has been like that ever since I saw what I did to you. While kissing still might be more special to me than to others I know that it is just an abnormality on my side.

I have chosen to adhere to my rules.

For you I'm honestly glad that you seem to be prioritizing yourself. Even if I think that you might have a few steps to go. I'm glad you're taking the journey, that's all I ever wanted for you.

Although I really have to say that starting a relationship while you yourself are still on the way of figuring things out/ or if you just ended things with someone you loved/ love, is something that is morally questionable. Because I've been there. But I decided against It because I will never again hurt the people who love/like me if I can help it.

I can't say more. Because I really don't wanna argue with you. Yes we have different views, that's actually what I enjoyed about us. As I saw in recent times, a perfect partner wouldn't make me happy. You may not realise it but a large part of my change is thanks to you. For that I thank you. From my view it really hurt to see you do the same thing you did with Serhart. Because it is not a conincidence that you chose your new guy. An anti me. But comparing the two of us is not fair to him and me. Especially when you seem to know that I changed a whole lot.

But for all it's worth, and as much as it may hurt to know that someone else is making you laugh now. I hope it makes you feel a little less shitty and I hope that I was special enough to not be a completely bad memory.

In regards to toxicity, yes. You are one of the most toxic people I've ever met. And I don't say this to hurt you but because I know where it comes from. That's why I took every beating you gave me. Because I knew that most of those words weren't what represented you. But that doesn't make it right. I'm glad you know what you did to me. Even though I think you might not see the whole picture. But I'm sure I dont see yours as complete either.

In regards to our relationship, yes we didn't work out. I knew that I have accepted that. What I wanted to achieve was greater than that. I said I wanted to be there because that is truly what I want. I wanted to be as important to you as you were to me. Simply a person that's there for good. You didn't have to be my girlfriend.

Although I hoped that maybe after a few more experiences or simply enough time that we would realise that we both had something very special that does not come often. A feeling. Something I could not feel for anyone else and something that just made me like it was all worth it. Atleast for me. Even tho I really saw what made our relationship difficult. I was glad that we were different enough to grow and learn. I'm sure you're not the same person you were when we started dating. And that was my point. People change, in both directions.

I just really wanted to be there to see the change and maybe even help you. Because at the end of the day I would always enjoy your company. Even if it would just be once a month for a coffee and some shit talk.

As for the point that you never felt good enough. I know, and I'm really sorry you felt like that and that I contributed to your feelings of inadequacy. But I assure you that in my fucked up mind, you were always what I wanted. I just often thought that you would wake up one day and realise you didn't want me anymore. So I did stupid things to hide how attached I truly was to you. Ironically is that the reason why I acted the way no normal person does and I drove you away from me in the first place. We both had issues, once again. That's why i thought it would be good if we split up, because I knew that as long as you weren't gone for good. I'd get my shit together eventually.

You tried to give me a chance. But if I'm honest, you never did. That's why I still think I was treated unfairly by you. Because if we just look at what happened after that time. I really tried to fit myself to you. I gave you your space as much as I could and only tried to do what you wanted. I might not have been very good at it and Im Sure I sent wrong signals from time to talk me. but I just wanted to lay low till you were strong enough to give me the love I knew you were capable of but needed time. I was happy just being with you. All I wanted in return was honesty.

This is probably the one thing you won't change my mind about. My big problem is that in the end I feel like you didn't really respect me at all. And that made me think I wasn't worth it. (I know that this might be shitty to hear from me, but having delusions is not something that only you gotta deal with) That you couldn't look me in my eyes and hurt me. Knowing it was the right thing to do. And all the on, off, on and off after that hurt me even more. Because I told you explicit that I would understand if you don't want to be with me, but you should've told me right there in that car. Because I knew I couldn't take one more ride on the "I'm not sure" rollercoaster. And you looked me in my eyes and told me you loved me. That is all I needed to hear to give you my heart once more. Because I saw you really meant it.

Then you still broke up with me over text and sent me a lot of mixed signals which didn't make it better (the last night we slept together)

I feel like a person who cared even a little bit about me wouldn't have done that to me because love is a deep form of respect and appreciation. (But that is my thing "view" I cannot change, just like you with my sleeping with someone else.)

And that is why it's so hard to let go. Because the last time I really saw you, we made love. You held me and showed me that there was still something between us. And then you left. So in my head, all of that is still very real for me. I never saw the person I loved again. It's almost like you died and I never got to say goodbye. Because if you did give me the chance for a goodbye. I could've let you go easier. I wouldn't be sitting here simping for a person who told me time and time again how much distaste, disgust and hate she feels for me. Because you know I have my weird quirks, this is one of them. If it's not in person, it doesn't quite feel real.

The truth is, I wanna let you go, focus more on me than I already do. Let you live your life without having all these mixed feelings towards you. To have my good memories while being able to move on (not into a relationship because that is nothing I really want right now, but the form of platonic love I experience right now)

I saw what all the thoughts of me did to you. That's why I actually wanted to talk to you a few days before you broke things of. I wanted some time away from me for you. I wanted to let you heal and experience the world like you could not have done before. Because I knew it would be good for you. But I would always be there in case you needed someone. I'm sorry I didn't tell you these things earlier

I'm glad you regret what you did to me. I'm glad we both regret things, because that's the first step of change. It doesn't make right what we did. But i am okay with the fact that it is a good thing that I can see now how wrong and hurtful I could be. Because I know I could never be like that again.

It makes me truly sad to hear what you went through, and I never wanted that for you. One reason I wanted to give us both a clean cut, so we could heal better and healthier. But to be clear, I went down a dark part as well. I guess you could read my suicide attempt out those lines. Or the time random people had to save me from alcohol poisoning. I did a lot of horrible things to myself, and that's noones fault. I think if I hated you it would have been easier but because I didn't let my pain turn to hate I went out of control.

I did not want to exist in a world where the only person I was ever ready to love. The person who made me what I am, and the one whom I wanted to grow old with. threw me away just to replace me like a used napkin, because that's what it felt like.

But similar to you, I know that that I am worth much more than I thought I was. I deserve love and respect. Most of all from myself. And that is the person I have to learn to love first before I can ever be right for anyone else.

I hope you find the best person you can be. And don't choose the easy path because it's convenient. Life is fucking hard right now. But our mistakes make us who we are. Show us how we can grow and change as people.

No I didn't only think about who suffered more. The thing is that I didn't see you suffer. I only heard bits and parts that made it seem like you didn't. That you were okay, that not having me in your life wasnt a big deal. So I felt betrayed. I felt like you lied to me. Like you used me. Which I thought you did.

Yes you told me you didn't wanna talk. But I told you why it was so important to me, because I thought I could still talk to you on a base of respect. And I still stand by that. I'm aware it would have been hard for you. But sometimes it's about doing the right thing, giving someone that what they need just because you can and know it will help them. But you did not and that is what I still don't understand. Because I can imagine how you feel about me. But just justifying dissapearing by "I don't owe you anything" makes you seem like a coward or someone who doesn't know how to respect anyone they dont love (anymore)

I thought of us both, because even though you might think the opposite. I am sure it would have helped us to come to an end. Because what i asked for wasnt “taking the whole hand” ( casue in that case i dont know what the small finger was, you even texting me back is not something i should have to be thankful for) It was simply my last try to do things right. Because that is what humans want, people want closure. Thats one of the most common desires.

I'm sorry you think I don't want to listen. Because I do. I really wanted to know what was wrong. I wanted to know what went on Inside your head. But it is really hard to know what to believe because you lied to me so much that I don't know anymore what is your mask and your coping mechanisms and what is the real you. no matter how often you say them. I sadly cannot believe them because I can't see your face to know if it's really the truth.

I regret how I treated you and that things didn't work out. As I said once, I really wish I would have met you in five years. When you're doing great, and I'm finally good enough to myself to be good for someone else.

I don't think love ever truly goes, I think you reach a point where you realise you either love enough to see that things werent working out and that people need time appart or even a split for good and to not see eachother again. Or that you realise that the love wasn't ever really there.

Because anything less isn't love in my mind.

But that does not mean I'm right or that anyone else has to live by these standards.

Yes it hurts to read those words and to think about that you really believe in them. That there is no true end. But just a stop. To hear that it "was love" for you, because I still don't know when that ended. I'm sorry that it is this hard for me to accept. But I know about myself now that once I love. I love for good.

I sadly still think I won't love again. Because I don't know how to stop loving you. Believe me I want to stop. But at the same time I don't want to because I remember what made me love you in the first place.

That's not your fault, I'm aware I might make it very hard for myself. But thats just the way I do things. I don't wanna be like my mom and blame everyone else and just spend my life hating everyone. I accept that I love, and I accept that I can't show it ever again.

I hope I will make it through this as much as I hope you do the same. And that you know deep inside that I never meant to hurt you. That I'm not as bad as a person as you tell yourself I am. Because yes, I have my fuckups now and then (you are a very sensitive point for me emotionally, so i get triggered really easily when it's regarding you)

But I think you'd be proud of me if you saw me acting around and caring about my friends. Kicking out people who use me. Standing up for myself when people think they can push me around just cause they are bigger or think they are more important. If you saw me going about my day even tho I'm not feeling fine. Me still existing even tho I almost stopped to. I don't think I'm toxic. (That's what a toxic person would say I guess) I just think I have the capacity to do things I'm not proud of but I also know I will be better in the future.

And from the bottom of my heart I really wish you the best in your life. From yourself and from everyone around you. I hope that you fail as much as possible, to know how to improve. And then I hope you succeed with what you truly want to do and who you want to be. I hope you one day look back on this as a fond memories. Because I know I will. Because I will always remeber you as what you are to me. and who knows. maybe ill see you again in 30 years and i can smile because you could have found your way and i could have found mine. Ill never know what the future holds

It's really hard for me to see you go. Because I really want to be a part of you and your journey. But I never meant to stop you. I guess you listened to your heart and it told you what to do. You don't seem to want me and as sad as that makes me. Looks like what we joked around once turned out to be true.

It eez what it eez

Yours truly

Moe

Ps: this is the last I'll say on the topic, everything else doesn't need to be said again. I will stop looking at your Tumblr.( So maybe don't reply to this. if you ever even read it. ) Even tho it is the last thing that let me check on you. But I want to try and heal. and I cant do that if my phone reminds me everyday of what I miss most. Eventually I will be fine. Even tho im scared of the future. The universe didnt let me die for a reason. I just have to find what that reason is.

[blame-canada]

I Think - Crenny

Kenny is just starting to tiptoe into the realm of boyfriend terminology with Craig when he gives him a gift he could never repay him for. The way to Kenny's heart is his family, after all, and with the way he's gotten to see all their smiles so brightly this Christmas Eve, he's about ready to pop the question. He thinks, though, he thinks.

Hello everyone! I was given the opportunity to post the Secret Santa gift fic that I wrote for @kotaii-san! It’s some Christmas Eve fluff, just in time for Christmas Eve. It’s a bit long to be posting on Tumblr, but I guess that’s what cuts are for, haha. I hope you enjoy. :) Read it on AO3 here!

“I don’t mean to be a bratty teenager, but this sucks.”

The words hurt Kenny more than he wants to let on. At thirteen, Karen has had her fair share of pubescent girl meltdowns, and Kenny’s cleaned up the aftermath more times than he can count. In Kevin’s defense, he’s helped too, but the older he’s gotten, the more detached he’s become. His mother tries, sometimes, but more often than not she gets so overwhelmed so quickly that before Karen’s even done screaming, she’s reaching for the nearest illicit drug. It’s frustrating, but it’s life, he supposes, and Kenny sometimes wonders if in a different world he could have been dealt a better hand. It’s not worth the trouble to dwell on it now though, because the three of them are busy sitting huddled in the center of the living room, touching shoulders for warmth because the heat is at a bare minimum, and finding patterns in the stains on the carpet with their mouths shut and their fingers curled around small hands of cards.

“It’s not your fault,” she adds on, because apparently he hadn’t hid his disappointment well enough to keep it a secret and she reads him like a book anyway. “You do your best. It just kinda sucks.”

Kevin shivers while he nods, and the guilt in the pit of Kenny’s stomach weighs him to the floor so that he sinks further into the circle they’ve made, nearly touches noses with the discard pile. Sometimes in December he dreams of Stan’s house, or even Cartman’s, where it’s warm and there are soft lights and candles everywhere and pine needles wrapped around the banisters and fallen on the tree skirt that adorns the very bottom of their Christmas trees.

The McCormicks have never had a Christmas tree. He isn’t sure if it’s because his parents never thought it was important, couldn’t afford it, or both. He’d been planning on surprising them all with one this year with a meager savings he’d accumulated from the jobs he’s been working to help pay the bills, but it had to go to an emergency window fix, the glass punched out in a fit of rage. Kevin’s hand is still scabbed over and bruised on the knuckles.

“Do you think mom will be home in time? For midnight? Uno,” Karen asks as she drops a card onto the pile, because for some reason they still care that their family is together while the calendar turns to the twenty-fifth. Their father walked out ages ago, which was probably for the best. Now their mother works late into the night and early in the morning, and they don’t see her very much anymore. Kenny understands, but they all miss her, regardless of how horrible she can still be. It’s not a perfect place, and maybe when they move out they’ll each have their own revelations about just how toxic and abusive the household they came from was, but for now it’s all they’ve got.

“Dunno, Kare,” Kevin mutters, and Kenny puts his cards facedown on the ground to pat the top of her head instead. She protests with a whine and ducks away, but he still messes up the top layer of her thin hair. When she straightens up, she’s smiling, and Kenny smiles too.

“Love ya, kiddo,” Kenny says, because they don’t say ‘Merry Christmas,’ because it doesn’t really mean anything. They never were taught the story of Santa Claus. There isn’t much merry about their seance for warmth in a cold, dark house.

“Love you too, Kenny,” she replies, her voice small and fragile, and she adds, “love you too, Kevin.” Kevin grunts.

They finish their game and fall back into silence, and Kenny reaches for his phone, practically a burner several years out of circulation. He has a new text message, and he feels a flutter in his chest, because the name of the sender is a short string of emojis and there’s only one person in his contacts without a regular name.

His phone buzzes in his hand as another text comes in, from the same tiny spaceship between two stars.

   You home

   Answer if youre up for a good time :P

Kenny licks his lips, glances up at his siblings while he contemplates the offer. They’re each using one earbud to listen to music. The screen from the old iPod they still use is lighting up their faces, because night is setting in and the last drops of sunlight are fading from their profiles so that they turn to silhouettes. Ordinarily he would say yes, of course, in a heartbeat, because his spaceship crush is a deadly combination of addicting and rare. Tonight he hesitates though, because it is Christmas Eve, and as he realizes this, he thinks to ask him why he’s looking for a quick visit today of all days.

  tf u doin xmas eve that u wanna fuck around instead @_@?

The response is almost immediate. His spaceship is always lightning-fast, the same way it traverses the galaxies like ponds and hops stars like lily pads.

   Nothing important

Before Kenny can reply, he sends another.

  Thats not true. Im doing important stuff. Which is why I need to know if you are part of the important stuff.

Kenny sighs. Though it’s tempting, and he feels like maybe it’s selfish, his family needs him more. Maybe they’re fine, he doesn’t know. It just doesn’t feel right.

   i gotta spedn it w the fam dude. xmas sux but u kno. its family

  *spend

There is a long pause in which Kenny does nothing but stare at his phone. There isn’t much to do on it like the newer models, so it feels like more of a brick than anything else. He switches between watching the clock tick by and watching his brother and sister share music together. It’s approaching eleven, and he isn’t sure his mother will make it home in time after all. The pile of cards they’ve abandoned sits neatly at their feet. The brick vibrates.

   Well. Dont go anywhere.

Kenny’s curiosity is piqued, but he’s not sure if it’s too forward to ask what he’s talking about. His spaceship likes to keep secrets sometimes, within its indestructible metal walls. That’s not quite true, Kenny corrects, because he knows how to destruct it, and it’s one of his favorite things to do. The faint high of excitement and nerves makes his stomach flip, and he tucks his phone away in his pocket, reaching out to hold Kev and Karen’s hands again per tradition.

Karen drops her head on Kenny’s shoulder and starts to doze off then, and he starts blinking away sleepiness himself as the ambient noise of his house lulls him to sleep. He doesn’t want to fall asleep though, so he keeps snapping back up to attention, jolting his head up and blinking his eyes rapidly awake. Kevin seems to be doing the same thing, and eventually, Karen starts gently snoring against him. He adjusts his arm so she can rest her head on his lap and in her sleepy stupor she obeys- something she hasn’t done since she was nine years old. He pets her head with his now free hand and tries not to think about how much she deserves better.

A knock on the front door startles all three of them so that they sit up straight, and Karen gasps as she returns to the waking world. “Mom?” Kevin asks, and Kenny shakes his head.

“Nah, she don’t knock. Lemme check by the window.” Kenny stands, walks across the room carefully to avoid the squeakiest floorboards, and peeks out the window to check out the scene.

He’s met with a view of a mass of dark green.

He is even more confused than before. He looks back at his family and nods his head roughly to the left, silently telling them to hide behind the hallway, and they obey quickly. Kenny takes the metal bat he keeps by the door in his hands, shifting it in his grip carefully and weighing its potential fatality, and in a streamlined motion he’s practiced before, he yanks the door open and pulls his bat up behind his head, ready to swing.

“What the-” a familiar voice rasps, and its owner leans backwards, his eyes wide with surprise. “Kenny what the fuck,” he exclaims, and it takes Kenny a moment to take in what he’s seeing.

Craig, his spaceship between two stars, is standing on his doorstep, and in his arms is a big pine tree as tall as he is. Kenny drops his bat down against the wall, and takes a deep breath in through his nose. “You answer first. What’s goin’ on?”

Craig blinks, then shakes the tree a bit to his right. “I said important stuff.” He shrugs, a motion made awkward by his bulky cargo, and Kenny points at it.

“What is that?” he asks, not wanting to get ahead of himself, but he thinks he knows. He has a pretty good idea that he knows.

“The fuck does it look like?” Craig shivers and Kenny realizes he’s left him standing outside inappropriately, and he jumps to the side so Craig has room to enter his humble abode- emphasis on humble. “I got you a tree,” he says as he lugs it in, and with a small grunt of effort, he leans it against the wall beside the door.

Kenny is silent for a moment. “You sure fuckin’ did,” he replies, weakly, because he’s not really sure what else to say. “Where the fuck d’you find a tree on Christmas Eve?”

“Farms sell them till the last minute. I knew you didn’t have one this year. I got a stand and shit too, because, you know.” It’s unspoken that Craig most likely knows that it isn’t just a this-year thing that they don’t have a Christmas tree.

He can’t really help himself; Kenny wastes no time in planting a sloppy kiss on Craig’s lips, not caring that maybe their relationship status isn’t the most defined or that his sister might see. He doesn’t care at all about anyone except the angel gone rigid in front of him who then wraps his arms around his back like he’s hugging him for dear life, like he always does. He feels tears prick at his eyes and tries to blink them away, but he’s not entirely successful. He wants Craig to know how much he loves this moment so he doesn’t try too hard.

Kenny doesn’t say anything at first because there’s not much that he can say to make it better. The silence between them is their usual comfortable normal, the adoration in Kenny’s heart beating so rapidly he’s sure Craig can feel it against his chest. “Thank you,” he finally decides on, whispering it, and Craig hums, the vibration of his Adam’s apple tickling Kenny’s cheek. “Is this real?” he breathes against his collarbone.

“I think so?” Craig replies, but the way it sounds genuinely like a question makes Kenny laugh.

“Craig, I don’t,” he begins, but he truly doesn’t know what to say, and so he says, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything,” Craig murmurs, and he kisses the shell of his ear, and suddenly Kenny is floating miles above his own body. His soul dances in his chest like a ballerina, jumping and spinning in joyous circles that make him laugh. He must look crazy, doing that, laughing for no outward reason, but he doesn’t care.

“Kenny..?” a timid voice calls, and he remembers he banished the other two-thirds of his family behind the corner of his house for their protection. He leaves Craig’s arms as he turns around and Karen is peeking around the corner, her tiny hands gripping the wall and hair spilling straight down towards the floor.

“You can come out,” he says softly, his smile warm and glowing, “it’s just Craig.”

He can see the sigh of relief in her shoulders before she hops out from the hallway. She catches sight of the tree and gasps. A big smile is slowly growing on her face until it becomes too strong to hide behind her lips and her teeth poke out with glee. Kevin saunters out behind her, but rests his back against the wall, crossing his arms and keeping watchful distance.

Before she can crash into them, Karen screeches to a halt in front of him and Craig. She looks back and forth between the two of them, her eyes crinkled slightly closed from the pure intensity of the blissful grin on her face. “Um,” she begins, suddenly growing shy and clasping her hands in front of her sheepishly, “is that for us?” She looks over at the tree then back at Craig, waiting patiently.

Kenny looks to Craig too, whose expression is essentially unreadable at first but melts into a gentle smile, the kind that makes Kenny melt too. “I had an extra, so.” Karen giggles and Kenny sees Kevin chuckle a bit too before he kicks away from the wall to join the rest of them. “We gonna put this shit in the window or what?”

The rest of their evening is punctuated by happy chattering and giggling while they put together the small string of lights and miscellaneous baubles that Craig has likely stolen off his own Christmas tree for them, and Kenny wishes he could have recorded it. He wishes he could have committed every single second to memory, to savor the glow and genuine joy that pulsed from each of their chests so that every moment felt sweet, soft, and safe. He can, however, memorize the little flashes of things: the way Craig’s eyes get so dark they look black when the room is lit only by Christmas tree lights. The way Kevin smiles when he’s truly, really, happy, with one side of his mouth higher than the other and his tongue stuck between his canines in a smile. How Karen looks at him when no one else is looking, with so much innocent hope in the rosiness of her cheeks that he’s forgotten his worries entirely.

The way his mother looks shocked, confused, then overjoyed when she walks through the door at twelve fifty-three in the morning, officially Christmas Day.

They hold their breath as she steps quietly across the room and looks up at Craig, who struggles to keep eye contact and has to look away after only a few seconds. “Um,” he starts, but she pulls him down into a tight hug, and she starts to cry.

“Thank you,” she says, “oh, thank you for doin’ this for my babies. Thank you so much, Craig. Yer a good kid, you know. Your momma must be proud.” Craig’s cheeks are flushed with embarrassment after that, and Kenny can’t help but giggle at him, his heart in the clouds. “Well come on in now, kids. It’s Christmas, come on!” she insists quietly, her arms opened wide on either side of her, and Kevin, Karen and Kenny pile into them with Craig squished between them all.

She sighs, but it’s happy, and she holds them for a moment longer than usual. “Look, look,” she murmurs, twisting each of her children around by their shoulders- Craig too. “Look at all them pretty lights. You ever seen somethin’ so beautiful in this room?”

Kenny looks up, studies the way the white lights glow against the window and the wall, and he thinks to himself that he has. He’s seen four things so beautiful in this room in fact, and he sees them all around him, and it’s the most beautiful this room’s ever felt for as long as he can remember. Craig’s shoulder is bony against his own, and, remembering his proximity, he twists his hand around his forearm to search for his fingers. They find his and wrap together, warm and clammy, and Kenny breathes out deeply. For a moment, as his lungs empty, so do his troubles.

“Craig,” Kenny mumbles, his eyes struggling to stay open, the streetlight outside the only thing telling him that Craig’s eyes are open too across from him on his mattress.

“Hmm?” he hums, the way he does where his lips buzz and resonate with the vibrations of his heart. Their hands are clasped between them, meeting in the middle between their pillows and bathing in the white light that paints crescents in Craig’s dramatic knuckles.

“I think I love you,” he whispers, letting the smile in his heart overtake his lips, and Craig’s eyes widen before they return to half-lidded. Kenny watches his lips stretch into the widest closed grin he’s ever seen on Craig’s face. He looks so silly, like a caricature of a smitten cartoon.

“Oh yeah?” he questions, and Kenny laughs a bit.

“Yeah,” he says, “I think so.”

“Well,” Craig murmurs, in the deep, raspy voice that he adores that precedes his sleep and preludes his mornings, “I think I love you too.”

He squeezes his fingers in time with his racing pulse and closes his eyes, resting his forehead against the soft, flat back of Craig’s hand. “Thank you,” he whispers, and Craig hums again, and he falls asleep dreaming of the day he isn’t afraid to leave out ‘I think.’

Not yet, but maybe next year.

[letslivelady]

5 Lessons to Learn from My First Online Dating Encounter

If you just want the bottom line about the online dating lessons, go to the end of the post. But this online dating story is worth the read.  

Email and text excerpts that follow are authentic actual conversations (including misspellings) saved on my computer and cell phone.

The Last Love of Mark Rossi!

Less than 24 hours after I had put my profile on the online dating website, Match.com,  I was pleasantly surprised to get a message from Mark Rossi -- age 62 (five years younger than me -- could I handle being a cougar?).  Mark's profile showed him to be  Italian/American, a widower, a successful international businessman and very good-looking!

"This looks really promising,"  I thought.  He asked to exchange personal email addresses and send additional photos of each other.   The match was off to an exciting start. I chalked up the poor grammar to his foreign native language.

Here are a couple of excerpts from Mark Rossi

"My old friend and pastor would tell me, if you aren't ready to feel or look stupid, then don't fall in love ,lol but sincerely that is the bitter truth. When i lost my wife , he told me that the fact that something good ends doesn't mean something better cant start. Can you prove that right? I have come to realize that let a man is reduced to nothing except he has a woman to call my companion.

I don't need a super model, I rather need a very good friend, a good woman with a good heart, someone who knows when i am tensed just by looking into my eyes. The whole world may be mad at me, but if you are smiling at me, i would care less. Can't wait to read from you again dear.I wish you have a wonderful evening ahead.Till I read from you again soon, sending you morning hugs."

It all sounded great.  But...

But I was asking him specific questions like how it was that he was located out of Bedford, Kentucky?  And if Italian was his first language?  The name of his business?  But he never really answered those questions.

After a week or so the first shoe drops!

"I have been so busy today because something came up and i have to travel tonight to Dubai for a week, i was contacted by the customs there to come over to sign some confirmation papers because some security protocol was breached by the shipper during the shipment of my cars and some incomplete paperwork from Germany. The cars are 16 in total, a total of 4 - 20ft container consisting of 4 cars in each.

The plan was to ship down to Dubai, talk to a dealership and move them for sale. We can always communicate everyday through emails and phone until i get back home, I promise to keep in touch and seeing you would be top priority on my return.

This could be the beginning of forever and i would put my mind to it and i want you to also. please have a good evening, i would talk to you soon , please leave me your phone number.

Sending you hugs. Mark.."  

So, what was so bothersome about this?

The delay did not bother me at all because I wasn't so sure I was ready to meet him anyway.  What bothered me is that there was no traceof an Italian accent in his voice during our phone conversation -- despite the fact that he was supposedly raised in Italy until the age of 12.

I asked him again why he was based out of Kentucky, but I was not satisfied with the answer as he only spoke to getting out of Florida after his wife's death.

Put on Your Investigator Hat!

Being the savvy investigator that I was, (wink, wink) I decided to check him out online.

The only Mark Rossi my google search found in Bedford, Kentucky looked nothing like my Mark.  The guy was the wrong age, very scruffy looking and it was a mug shot.

Well, that can't be him.   So, I checked in California where he supposedly first lived and I checked in Florida.  A little voice in me said that he might not be who he says he is.   But, I decided to play it out, see where it led. Maybe he was just a really great guy.

Gullible? Yes, a bit!

I asked him to send me photos of himself in Dubai (to see if he is really there).  Also, I decided I wanted to re-read his online profile as I could not remember everything on it.

After all, if I wanted to be the last love of Mark Rossi, I better double-check on what he actually had said about himself.  But, the profile had been removed from the online dating site. (Not a healthy sign.)

What Happened to Mark's Online Dating Profile?

Mark wrote:

"It was a Lovely day in Dubai and a pretty warm weather.

For your questions, I moved to Bedford to start a new life and create new memories with a new love and companion on a long term, someone i can love forever because i am commited to it and i am focusing on you alone now thats why took off my profile from match.com to ensure i can bring out the best of the relationship we have.

This busines has been lucrative since i started and thats why i invested a lot in this because its my last business trip before i retire to bring 16 cars in to sell at once to the dealership, i have two Porsche and four Ferrari among them , i wanna get into retirement because the income i get from this would establish me more and i would have agents to run this without leaving the house, my motive is to always be there for my companion, life is short m this is my last opportunity to be in love and i want to seize it .

I really dont have time for phone cameras now because this is business trip and i dont want jeopardize it for pleasure my next trip here has to be a vacation with my companion and lover and i see you as the one to occupy that position."

Mark is pretty smooth, isn't he?

The next day, I had notice of a security breach on my iCloud account and I had to reset the code. (Never really sure whether he had anything to do with this or not.)

The emails and text messages continued with romantic language and details of how the trip was going, etc.  Then, the news! Mark was not going to fly home from Dubai, but instead was going to fly right into Kansas City.

Mark was Flying in to See Me!

He wrote:

"My One and Only, I am about to sleep here. Tomorrow will be a long day for me I have to get every paper work cleared and have things back on track for the full release of all my shipments so i get to deal with the dealership that buys them before leaving for the states, can't wait as it's been a long week already.

I think of spending alot of time with you when I get back to town and holding you so close to me. Whenever you think of me, please know that no matter how many miles separate us or how much of our lives comes between us we would have many lovely times and fond memories.

Even though we're apart, this will not be the end of our commitment until i meet you and i fell you in my arms.

Just always remember that I really adore you already and I want you to be part of me and me for you too as i can feel my lonely days are over.

Big Hugs sent your way. Love . Mark"

Click on the link below to see the itinerary.

mark-rossi-klm-flight-itinerary

When I first got the itinerary, I thought

Wow, he must be for real.  He has booked a flight!  Now what do I do?

I needed advice.  I was excited that he might be for real but scared as to how to handle the situation if he actually showed up.  Should I offer to pick him up at the airport?  Should I suggest or book a hotel? Or, do I invite him to the house? What do I wear?

So, I contacted a couple of friends.

My sister-in-law recommended online dating and she has had considerable experience.  So, I asked her.

She gave  me good online dating advice.

NO, you do not pick him up at the airport.  You meet in a public place.

No, you do not invite him to the house.  You do not even tell him where you live when you meet through online dating.  If he is an international business man, he can book his own hotel and get from the airport to the hotel on his own steam!

Why don't you meet someone local?  If a guy sounds too good to be true, it is probably because he isn't real -- he's a fake!

It didn't sound very hospitable for someone who is traveling thousands of miles to see me, but I realized she made sense.

I contacted another friend with the good news and sent her a copy of the itinerary to prove that he was really coming to see me.

We agreed to meet over lunch the next day since this online dating encounter was heating up.  My friend decided she needed to comb through my wardrobe to figure out whether I had anything suitable to wear.  We are both excited and nervous. Then ...

The Bubble Burst!

The next morning, I awoke to an email from Mark:

"My love, I have been asleep all afternoon in stumble and distress. it had been a bad day. I don't know how to say it but i just have to say it as it would ease the burden.

I was robbed on my way to the seaport at gunpoint this morning, it was the worst experience i ever had. i am sorry I didn't mean to show you this so you don't feel bad or spoil your day but i just couldn't hold it in my heart, i had to email it to you. Please download and view document, its a police report of today's event."

mark-rossi-dubai-police-report

I bet you can figure out where this is going? Right? Well within an hour or so, Mark texted me further about his plight and I offered him my prayers.

That is not what Mark wanted.

He texted "The paperwork would finalize the major dealings here and I would be back home as planned and right now I need 2900USD to solve this problem within the next 24hours.  So far no one is able to help me out. I am devastated."

After some more back and forth he said:

"Honey is there anyway you can give me a short loan and when I return on Monday I would pay you back, I can double it for you. I feel so ashamed of myself asking you. I never wanna creat a wrong impression. I just wanna get out of this mess. Deadline got me so worried."

What a load of crap!

I asked him why he didn't just call his bank and get them to wire the funds to him.  And, how could it be that he, an international business entrepreneur, had no one at his age of 62 who he could call besides a lady he had never even met? He had an answer for everything.

I told him I would have to think about that.

It  took me about a minute to decide.

That was it.   Mark had finally revealed the real reason that he had contacted me thru online dating in the first place.  The gig was up.  He called a few more times, but I did not take the calls.  And my wardrobe make over could wait.  The take away is this --

5 Online Dating Lessons:

You need to meet someone in person, if you want to have any hope of  knowing who they are.  Otherwise, you only know what the online dating profile says and what they want you to know.  a) They might still be hiding something that would be very obvious if you were to meet them in person.  b) Some people have long distance relationships with what turns out to be a fantasy.  The person is not what they think.

Do a little research to find out about a person who might make a potential match from an online dating service as soon as you have a name.  Try doing a search on your own name. It is surprising how much you can find out yourself that is actually out there and available if someone searches for it.   a) Although it never occurred to me at the time, Mark Rossi probably was the guy in the mug shot.  I just had never in my wildest dreams guessed that someone would go to the lengths that he did to perpetrate a fraud.  b) The flight itinerary looked authentic at first glance.  Reading it more carefully,  KNS is not the symbol for Kansas City International.  The symbol is MCI. When I checked the flight numbers through the airline, they do not exist.  So, what looked real was just a fake.  If Mark (or whoever he was) had used his skills for something positive there is no telling how successful he might have become.

Read the online dating safety tips below. There is something similar on most websites.  The links below are safety tips from Match.com which are buried at the bottom of their website.  You can click the links below and copy them for a quick reference:  Online-safety-tips and Offline-safety-tips   As you read the tips you can see that if I had followed them, I would have easily avoided the situation.

Be real when you put together an online profile.  I was advised, for instance, not to list myself as a widow.  But, to say that I was divorced instead.  The premise is that gold diggers are looking for a recent widow because they think she probably has life insurance money.  But I really would rather keep my radar up than start off by presenting myself as different from who I really am.  I have met gentlemen that have shaved a few years off themselves in their profiles, probably this is true with ladies too.  You don't want or need to tell them everything, but whatever you do say in the profile of yourself, I would try to be honest.  You want to find someone who likes YOU -- not an image of someone you wish you were or someone you think is more desirable.

Have fun with online dating!  Don't take yourself too seriously.  If you are sitting home alone and would rather be in a relationship; if you want someone to share a meal or a drink with you, if you want to find your own "last love" go online and meet someone.

If you have done any online dating, I bet you have some great stories to share.  We'd love to hear about them.  Meanwhile, live your life to the fullest!

[taeguiary-blog]

poor enough

pairing: kim taehyung | min yoongi

genre: angst, smut, fluff | the holy trinity 

word count: 2,127

prologue: bullet points and arrow flags

Jimin tapped his foot against the concrete driveway as he waited in the middle of a dog pile of lug gage. He checked his watch, eyeing the second hand tick further and further hoping that time magically went back two hours. Two hours that this stupid thing had been group texted about and they were all now going to be stuck with one another thanks to his lovely best friend Kim Taehyung.

Of course they were late.

He groaned as the other four boys carried on behind him playing some game Namjoon learned at a frat party last night. If Jimin spent another ten minutes out here, he might try to teleport to wherever they are with that shitty car and beat their asses to a pulp. He isn't going back home when he already said his goodbyes, and Jimin did not want to go through that tear fest again with his neighbor's dog.

Thankfully, the rusted green bus running on black fumes pulled up just as he began to imagine his slow death from heatstroke.

Hoseok didn't bother to turn the van off as he stepped out to open the doors to throw their luggage into the back. "What took you so long, we have been here since the dawn of creation waiting on your asses." Namjoon says, a small glint of annoyance seeded in his words as he started to grab things and load them into the back of Hoseok's van.

"Remember, god created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, kids." Jeongguk smiled and started finding his own bags to carefully place in the back on top of the disheveled pile Namjoon created.

"We won't tell him about your summer fling last year then, Guk." Seokjin hit Hoseok's shoulder pointing at Taehyung, still in the car. Completely quiet. "What the hell is going on with Taehyung?"

"Tae stayed over last night talking about, uh, Tangerine last night—" Yoongi auirked an eyebrow up at the code name as everyone around him averted their eyes from his view as Hoseok continued, clearing his throat. "And as his thank you for listening to his pining and whining plus cuddles, he helped me wash the Pimp Mobile. We gotta make it shine, make it easy on the eyes." Taehyung sticks his head out the window at the mention of his name (and the fruitful name that he chose to ignore as a rosy blush crept up on the apples of his cheeks as he laid eyes on said Tangerine.)

"There is no way in hell I am calling your shitty Volkswagen Nineteen-Seventy a pimp mobile, Jung." the tangerine spat grabby his bags, slapping Hoseok's shoulder playfully with a smirk with his free hand as he passed by.

"Yoongi, my man, don't hate," Hoseok pats the fender affectionally. "I just call her what she wants."

"Vans don't talk, dumbass," Seokjin scoffs. He quickly pulled Taehyung out of the passenger's seat and sat down down in his place, only realizing it when his ass hit the pavement. "Alright then, hop in, Your Highness," He scratched the back of his head, brushing off his pants and Jeongguk outstretched his hand to pull him back up.

"Don't worry about it, Tae, his brittle bones just can't take the climb to the back."

"Jeon Jeongguk, these brittle bones will step out of this car and castrate you."

"Oh full name, Guk, you better run." Namjoon chuckles, leading the pile of boys climbing into the empty rows.

Jimin flicked Jeongguk's forehead, "Let's go, I am not letting you start shit before we have even left the driveway." Yoongi sets his small backpack in the floor a Seokjin's feet, slamming the door behind him. "Don't let your nasty fucking feet touch my bag," He yells, walking around, his reflection in the headlights as witness, watching him get to the driver's side. "Anyone wanna take a last look or a quick piss because I am not stopping until it is Jimin's turn to drive."

"Please, more of that place is the last thing I need," says Jeongguk, but he still glances back as the pulled away.

"Angsty-graduate Teenage Jeongguk, I dig it." Hoseok mumbles, eyes already closing from leftover exhaustion from last night's escapade with Taehyung.

How would he know their light saber fight would turn into a 'Everything Wrong With My Life' support group cuddle session? How would he know that Taehyung would want to go get ice cream at two thirty in the morning to lick away his feelings and watch them drip down the cone?

Jeongguk looked at the road as they drive out of his neighborhood. He watched as they passed their old high school, the older roller rink where he met Jimin and Taehyung as a freshman. He still has the shirt that had Taehyung's slurpee stain intertwined into the light fabric, stitching the bond of a soon to be best friend. "Wow..." he said, "we're really leaving aren't we?" Jeongguk turned to Jimin.

"Hey, we will be back if one of us doesn't die. You just graduated, it is okay to enjoy the false feeling of freedom and fake yourself out and live a little."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, "Yes, I will positively, without a doubt, enjoy having to suffer with everyone's mood swings and audacious personalities for three months."

"Taehyung, it was your idea, shut the fuck up," Seokjin exclaimed with a falter tone. "You can have the seat when we pull over, stop being a little bitch."

Yoongi purses his lips together, "Let's just get this trip over with, shall we?" He looked back in the rear view mirror to glance at a certain red head, with a masked scowl. (Trying his hardest not to smile.) They weren't together, they weren't apart; it was complicated... if you count friends with benefits complicated. It really shouldn't be. So many people need a healthy fuck from his friend once in a while and go in, think nothing of it. Said friend was Taehyung, also known as Strawberry. (Taehyung wasn't the only one to pick up a not so oblivious code name to vent about him) He would moan all night thanks to Taehyung's mouth and the next morning, he couldn't help but melt at the boxy smile he finds laying across from him. He melts at everything he does, his jokes, his laugh. His decision to hop scotch at one in the morning and decide to skip classes when they woke up on the lawn, limbs tangled together as the sun peeks behind the clouds, brightening the backs of his eyelids.

And that is exactly how he got stuck driving, that stupid melting sensation. He couldn't say no when Taehyung whined in his ear as he pled on the phone to meet up with everyone else at Jeongguk's place. He even told him to save the front seat for him so he could ride beside of him. Yoongi seemed to see Taehyung already there and chose not to worry about defending shotgun— and then Seokjin happened. And now, he is trying not to chuckle at a pouting, heartbroken Taehyung enveloped in Hoseok's arms.

But don't get it confused, he isn't in love with Kim Taehyung and he most definitely can't see himself settling down with said boy. Kim Taehyung was the perfect blend of sweet and wild, the exact opposite of Yoongi, mellow and somber. Taehyung wanted movie dates and sharing popcorn instead of blowjobs in the back row ignoring the movie. He knew he enjoyed it, but he also knew that is not all he wanted. And therefore, Yoongi deemed himself and his actions unworthy for Taehyung.

"Eyes on the road, Lover Boy, I don't feel like dying today." Seokjin smiled, pulling out his earphones from his pocket. Yoongi reached over the slap the surface of his blue hoodie, "My ass, you know it isn't like that," Seokjin hummed, "Whatever you say, Min," and with that, he presses play.

Jimin held Taehyung's hand and Hoseok ran his fingers through the newly dyed roots, Jimin was humming one of the songs he was learning in dance, Taehyung shutting his eyes to the fretful melody.

Namjoon and Jeongguk switch back and forth between new books they have read and arguing over dividing equal space. Though, he could see Namjoon spreading out his legs a little or Jeongguk adjusting his head against the seat towards Namjoon's shoulder, but pretended not to notice.

They were so far apart, different hometowns, years between the fickle breaths they take, melding together in the air around them, so close. They found eachother, one by one, and eventually, they found the perfect balance between home and comfort.

Truth be told, Taehyung wanted to go on this trip to distract them from the things tearing them apart. Seokjin moved out, relocating two blocks away from him recently.

Taehyung, I am two blocks away, you can still visit whenever you want.

It isn't the same, Seokjin, and you know it.

Namjoon was leaving in six months to blend into the other side of the world, acceptance letter, drenched in tears as he handed it to everyone else on movie night.

Don't forget me, Joon.

Taehyung, you know that won't happen.

Jimin and Taehyung were roommates, best friends, nothing could break them they knew, except a dance scholarship that took him away from his own room to a cold room full of mirrors.

You want to have a movie marathon tonight?

TaeTae, I have to practice this new choreo, it is kicking my ass.

Jeongguk just graduated, he wanted to travel the world, figure out who he was. They all knew he would go back home, souvenirs packed to the brim in his suitcases. As soon as they return from whatever the hell trip this was the rest of them knew he wouldn't go to his scheduled classes, he would be gone. They're just trying to fool themselves for a little while longer, keeping him close for as long as they can.

Do you think you could go with me, Tae?

Dont worry about me, Gukkie, I will be fine back here.

Hoseok basically raised Taehyung, though there was only a years difference between the two. He held his hand in the hallways in school when he felt alone, whispered how smart he was when he was curled up in his bed, finals nearing. He sat with Taehyung, Jimin and a quiet Jeongguk (sometimes, he wishes he was still that quiet around the older men) at lunch by the fucking trash cans, eventually brought over Namjoon and Yoongi when they grew curious about the boys. After school, they would all meet up at the cafe Seokjin worked at, easily growing an attachment to the diverse personalities that blended together.

You mind if I sit with you today?

Uh, sure, if you don't mind sitting by a trash can.

And Yoongi, his studio was only halfway across town, he knew that. About the work piled on his desk only left time for their booty calls, to fall asleep in one another's arms, Taehyung waking up to an empty bed. He wasn't going anywhere, and Taehyung was glad for that, but the emotions that attach to his name makes him wish he would. Taehyung thought about breaking it off, he even tried twice, but the words garbled in his throats like saltwater and he couldn't escapee the trance Yoongi's eyes put him in. Smirking, he would push Taehyung into the sheets and he would forget what he meant to do in the first place. But he couldn't imagine a life without him.

You know, I really hate you, Yoongi.

Maybe, someday you won't, Taehyung.

They were all together, but apart.

And Taehyung was repulsed by it.

"Promise me something," Taehyung spoke up, Jeongguk hitting the back of Seokjin's head as he pulled out his headphones to listen.

"What is it, now, Taehyung?" Seokjin mumbled from the front, eyebrows creasing at the blank expression that washed over the younger's face.

"Promise me that even when we're apart, even when we haven't talked to eachother in months, we will still be together. We'll always be family."

Jimin quickly wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist and smiled, "Of course, TaeTae. Always."

Namjoon nodded, Jeongguk gave him a fist bump mumbling what was close to an 'I Love You' that made Taehyung grin. Hoseok pulled his hair gently and released it, pouting. "Of course, idiot, get some rest, you had a long night."

Taehyung nodded, messing with the string that hung and the bottom of his shirt as Yoongi cleared his throat.

"Kim Taehyung, I'm not going anywhere. Especially without you."

The van grew into a peaceful silence, Yoongi exiting out of their town.

They were free.

[indecisivedaisie]

Can you please answer all the ones for that "send me a #" prompt? I hope you have a lovely day/night! :)

omg help

1: Name - Daisie

2: Age - 18

3: Fears – Falling, Failing, being alone.  

4: 3 things I love – Bae, Mac&Cheese, aesthetically pleasing things

5: 4 turns on – Certain Brown eyes, Bae, Intelligence, Cuddling

6: 4 turns off – Smoking, Abusive tendencies, unable to understand Sarcasm, Annoying people

7: My best friend - Bae

8: Sexual orientation – I'm Straight

9: My best first date – Pizza and games

10: How tall am I – Bout 5'7 or 5'8

11: What do I miss – Nothing really

12: What time was I born – 3 am.  

13: Favourite color – Light blue

14: Do I have a crush -Duh

15: Favourite quote - "Don’t let anyone trample on your daisies, not even you" is one of them

16: Favourite place – Bae's Arms

17: Favourite food – Mac&Cheese

18: Do I use sarcasm - Yes

19: What am I listening to right now – 80's music

20: First thing I notice in new person – Their mannerisms around others

21: Shoe size – 10 or 11 in womens

22: Eye color - Blue

23: Hair color – Dirty Blonde

24: Favourite style of clothing – Comfy, but cute

25: Ever done a prank call? - Nah

26: Meaning behind my URL – My name is daisie and im indecisive, shocking

27: Favourite movie – Too many to name tbh, but I love Pride & Prejudice or Beauty & the Beast

28: Favourite song – 867-5309 (Jenny) by Tutone

29: Favourite band - Don’t really have one

30: How I feel right now – Tired

31: Someone I love – Bae and my animals.

32: My current relationship status – Taken by Bae

33: My relationship with my parents – KInda iffy, but its okay.  

34: Favourite holiday – Its all the same

35: Tattoos and piercing I have – Just my ears pierced

36: Tattoos and piercings I want – Nothing in particular

37: The reason I joined Tumblr – Out of boredom

38: Do I and my last ex hate each other? - I hate him, he still pines after me creepily

39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - Always

40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - Yup

41: When did I last hold hands? - As a joke the other week with my friend

42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Depends. Min is 10 minutes, max is an hour

43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? - Of course

44: Where am I right now? - In my Dorm lobby

45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - Bae, but I don’t drink

46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - Hella Loud

47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - I live in a dorm for most of the year, but breaks is with parents

48: Am I excited for anything? - For this list to be overrr

49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Yes

50: How often do I wear a fake smile? When needed

51: When was the last time I hugged someone? Yesterday

52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Id be hella pissed

53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Not really

54: What is something I disliked about today? All the work im putting in

55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Idk, I don’t really have an idol to wanna meet

56: What do I think about most? - My life or Bae

57: What’s my strangest talent? Hahah, not telling

58: Do I have any strange phobias? Nothing that is "strange"

59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Depends on the situation

60: What was the last lie I told? That it was okay for my dad to take money from me

61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Either one is fine

62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I mean who doesn’t.  

63: Do I believe in magic? Wish I had it

64: Do I believe in luck? Sure do

65: What’s the weather like right now? Sunny and breezy

66: What was the last book I’ve read? Persuasion by Jane Austen

67: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Not really, hurts my head

68: Do I have any nicknames? DayDay, Dais, Mazyday, Maebelle

69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? My heart breaking

70: Do I spend money or save it? Save it

71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? My mom can, but I cant

72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? My phone case has pink on it

73: Favourite animal? Dolphins, elephants

74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Playing a game

75: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Idk

76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? The same as my fave song

77: How can you win my heart? Honesty, intelligence, beating me at my own banter game

78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Not sure, maybe don’t step on me

79: What is my favorite word? Don’t have one

80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr – I enjoy most blogs tbh

81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Equal consideration of rights is important.  

82: Do I have any relatives in jail? I used to, but theyre not an immediate relative so

83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Invisibility and Transportation

84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Depends who asks it and what question

85: What is my current desktop picture? A bunch of daisies in the sunset

86: Had sex? TMI  

87: Bought condoms? Nope

88: Gotten pregnant? Nope

89: Failed a class? Nope

90: Kissed a boy? Yup

91: Kissed a girl? My mom or a cute little baby

92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Nope

93: Had job? Kinda

94: Left the house without my wallet? WHo hasn’t done that

95: Bullied someone on the internet? Of course not

96: Had sex in public? Haha no

97: Played on a sports team? When I was little

98: Smoked weed? Nope

99: Did drugs? Nope

100: Smoked cigarettes? Nope

101: Drank alcohol? Sips, didn’t like it really

102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Nah

103: Been overweight? Nah

104: Been underweight? Yeah

105: Been to a wedding? Ive been apart of multiple weddings

106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Of course

107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Duh

108: Been outside my home country? I wish

109: Gotten my heart broken? Yeah

110: Been to a professional sports game? Yup

111: Broken a bone? Almost broke my elbow once

112: Cut myself? Im more of a scratcher/hitter/smacker

113: Been to prom? Twice

114: Been in airplane? Yup

115: Fly by helicopter? Nope

116: What concerts have I been to? Ive been to a Paul McCartney Concert with my Parents

117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Nope

118: Learned another language? Learning French Now

119: Wore make up? Nope

120: Lost my virginity before I was 18? -----

121: Had oral sex? ---

122: Dyed my hair? Nope

123: Voted in a presidential election? I voted in the 2016 election

124: Rode in an ambulance? Nope

125: Had a surgery? Nope

126: Met someone famous? Nope

127: Stalked someone on a social network? Who doesn't?

128: Peed outside? Probs when I was little

129: Been fishing? Yeah

130: Helped with charity? Yes

131: Been rejected by a crush? Who hasn't?

132: Broken a mirror? Yup, bad luck oh fun

133: What do I want for birthday? An ipad maybe, dunno. Wireless earbuds

134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 2, Priscilla and Leon

135: Was I named after anyone? Yeah, my aunt Mae

136: Do I like my handwriting? Nope, but I write too fast to care

137: What was my favourite toy as a child? Books

138: Favourite Tv Show? Friends, AHS, Cooking shows/competitions, HGTV

139: Where do I want to live when older? Not where I am now

140: Play any musical instrument? Both my siblings do, but I dont

141: One of my scars, how did I get it? I sliced my finger trying to open advil packets

142: Favourite pizza toping? Bacon and Pineapples

143: Am I afraid of the dark? Im afraid of whats in it

144: Am I afraid of heights?- Im afraid of falling

145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?- Not yet

146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end- Sometimes

147: What I’m really bad at – Singing but I do it anyway

148: What my greatest achievments are – going to college, graduating 3rd in my class, being a good person, etc.  

149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me – Cant remember

150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery – Pay all this college debt off, put rest in my savings, see bae.  

151: What do I like about myself – I try to like everything

152: My closest Tumblr friend – I talk to @floraldelirium a lot

153: Something I fantasise about – Tons of stuff with bae

154: Any thoughts on the paranormal? Not really besides theyre legit

Thanks for the ask, but man, never again.