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bbiemochi · 3 years ago

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May I request Diluc with an s/o who isn't from Mondstad and they learn that the Ragnvinder clan is a pretty important family so they go upto diluc like 'so to actually date you do i have pass a trial ,defeat some opponents for your hand or something?' Diluc reassuring them that there is no need but they are like 'no love this might actually be fun' Kaeya being like 'why yes you have to fight me off' LMFAO. Feel free to ignore if its too specific, :) this is just my 1st time requesting on tumblr.

𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛 ! | diluc ragnvindr x reader

[an]: oh my god this had been sitting in my drafts for far too long and it’s because i was so confused on how to write the story ToT hi ‼️sorry for posting this late ^^’ hope u love it ! <3 tysm for requesting!

summary: the tale of the ragnvindr clan from mondstadt had been ringing into everyone’s ears in every region of teyvat. meanwhile for the l/n clan from fontaine, they humbly tried to make you, their youngest daughter to date ragnvindr’s clan current head of the family, diluc ragnvindr. however, there are some trials you need to compete in order to do so…

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x fem!reader [ lowkey love at first sight djfndjf ]

***

“you need to get married soon, y/n,” your father chanted from beyond the sparring grounds. panting, your head turned over to look at your father with a bewildered expression, wiping you sweat off of your forehead. “me? get married?”

“yes, archons y/n, you’re 21 years old. isn’t it the best time to get married? i mean, there’s no problem if you don’t but our family needs to keep growing. it’s just what our ancestors requested,” your mother butts in alongside your father whose both arms are crossed. rolling your eyes, you called for someone to fetch you some water to take a small break and chat with your concerned parents. one of the reasons why you hated being one of the most distinguished clans in fontaine, is having to marry someone to carry on to your family’s legacy.

being the first one to be receiving a vision from your current family now is an astonishing success and now your whole clan planned for you to become their next big step. one is because you were their only child, and other is because you were the high intelligence of the family anyways. “do i really need to get married?” you groaned, sitting on the couch while your parents sat in front of you with worried gazes. your mother speaks, “honey, are you possibly…you know? into girls? there’s no problem with that to be honest if you are…!”

“what?!” your face turned red, almost spitting out the drink in your mouth (luckily you already drank it all but not without choking a little in the process) “i-i’m not, mother! what gave you that idea…?! i just…don’t like the idea of having someone in my life right now, you know…?” you responded, bashfully looking down at the tiled floor of your house. the maids that were running around your house, giving every single area a spark—were now exiting the living room quietly to give you and both your mother and father some privacy. your father sighs, “i understand, dear. but please try to think about getting married soon? it doesn’t matter how long it will take but…just please promise us you’ll get married soon…”

“father you’re making it sound like it’s a big deal.”

“darling it is,” your mother replies. “and by part of the bloodline you must understand our prophecies as well. in the name of the hydro archon, y/n, isn’t practicing the only thing you do all week?”

“that’s not bad now, is it, mother?” you tried your best to keep yourself from sounding rude to your parents. “besides, if i keep on training then maybe i’ll get to defend myself from any sort of danger, can i not?”

“we didn’t say a fiddle, dear. but you get our point—please do give me a grandchild,” your mother pleaded, acting dramatic. “in that way our family sprout can keep growing from the roots.” she smiles—and you frown. making your parents satisfied was your role here in your family you supposed. not like it matters much.

***

and this is why, you wanted to do things first before your parents get to be the ones handling it.

“what are you so nervous about, y/n? it’s only a small trip to the dawn winery.” your mother chimes, pulling you inside of the carriage you and your parents are going to be riding. you pulled back, “from here to mondstadt?? mother you’re completely losing it…!” you responded to her, and she frowns at you. “y/n stop overreacting this will be just a quick visit i promise. we have already sent letters to the head from here so it won’t be difficult in a pickle.” she replies, forcing you inside the carriage.

and here you are, arms crossed, face grumpy as you sat near the window side of the carriage, watching the road past by you—ignoring your mother and father’s exciting chatter about what to do when they reached to mondstadt. you wanted to spar today with a fellow trainer near your clan, yet this was the expectation you got. archons, you knew you shouldn’t had seen this coming…

“oh, i’m so excited..! the ragnvindr clan sounded like a great idea for our daughter…! b-but, do you think he’ll like y/n?” you heard your mother chatter to her husband. your father confidently crosses his arms together, “of course! who would ever refuse someone as beautiful as our daughter? i have faith in that young man’s father.” he replies. sighing loudly, you continued to ignore their shallow conversation and enjoy the view outside. it had been a long time since you departure out with both of your parents like this. it felt nostalgic…and clean. it took a while for your whole family to reach mondstadt. it was about 11pm when you arrived, and your family left the place at 8am. your father claimed you had been asleep for almost an hour on the ride—and it was no surprise that you also managed to sleep between two dreams for the entire session. stepping outside the carriage after your parents and looking right after the view of mondstadt was refreshing. not only were the grass were greener and the trees were beautiful, but the fresh smell of newly harvested grapes could be smelled from a mile away at your position. and little did they know, you loved grapes.

“this is the dawn winery, huh? ‘guess the rumors were true then,” you murmured to yourself before following by your parents’ footsteps. polite greets from the people working in the vineyard was immediately welcomed to you when you first step foot inside of the dawn winery’s door step, exquisite scent and very well-mannered establishment indeed, the rumors definitely weren’t lying this time. you were glad that one of your maids actually managed to find the perfect attire just for you after all, or else it would’ve been embarrassing for you looking like a fool to one of the biggest clans in mondstadt history.

your mother was first to knock at the door. knock, knock. her knuckles hitting the brown entry. a maid opened the door…

“ah, welcome, dear guests. i am adelinde, the head maid of the dawn winery. you must be the one’s master diluc has been waiting for, yes?” she questions, politely bowing. your mother chuckles, “yes, my dear. is he here? we’d like to have a conversation with him, if you may…” adelinde frowns, shaking her head. “unfortunately the young master is out, right now. doing business. but he will return soon, if you may like, you guys can wait right here at the dining table. me and the other maids shall fetch you some snacks while waiting. after all, master diluc says to entertain our guests while he’s gone.”

“oh that would be lovely…” your father replies. you sighed, scratching your hair. “do we really have to wait?”

“now, now, y/n. that is very rude to say it in that way. be a proper young lady and accept their invitation.” rolling your eyes, you nodded. as you entered into the mansion, your face were quickly distracted by the beautiful lights hanging up above the ceiling, astonishing and exquisite candles scattered perfectly to the sides. there was a vase you weren’t quite too sure was fit in with the house aesthetic, but it still seemed important right at the position right almost next to the owl vase. “please have a seat, dear guests. me and the others shall bring some snacks to satisfy,” adelinde calmly chimes, guiding you three to the table.

adelinde wasn’t wrong. the snacks we’re satisfyingly delicious and tasty. the amount of sweetness you just needed to calm down. one of the maids even served you some grape juice to replenish the flavor, and it was magnificent. perfect enough to relax your nerves. your parents laughed the whole time with adelinde (and now along with a butler), merely introducing themselves to the both of them while you awkwardly sat silently at the table, eating.

“oh i’m sure the young master wouldn’t mind dating a few young ladies at this time for his age,” elzer, the butler of the dawn winery says, pouring some wine over your father’s cup. “besides, he’s even old enough to get married. why must be surprised then?”

“oh trust me, we told our daughter the same thing. yet she won’t comply. she just wasn’t interested in being in love with someone,” your mother complains, and you hid your face with a nearby table napkin, trying your best to ignore her comment. here we goes embarrassing you again with some random strangers you guys just met a minute ago. elzer laughs, “well, i guess right now’s a perfect moment to introduce the young master to this fine young lady.”

“indeed..! i can’t wait..!” your mother excitedly responds. saying nothing, you stood up from your chair, causing the others to look at your with their attention. “uhhh, do you guys perhaps have a restroom that i can use?” you question. elzer nodded, “why yes of course. it’s upstairs the second floor. moco, show her the way.”

the mentioned maid said nothing else except by walking by your side and tugging at your arm. “this way, madam y/n,” she says, and you follow behind. climbing up the mansion stairs also made you slightly nervous—this place was way out of your league to fit. moco leaves your space once the both of you reached the restroom door.

you indeed walked in the restroom. yup, still fancy looking as always. all you did was wash your face and looked at your teeth to see if something was stuck. and then you headed out. you could still hear the loud chatter of your parents from downstairs, and it filled you to the brim that you don’t even wanna go downstairs anymore. this was just a waste of your time. however…there was a room near the restroom that caught your attention.

the door was opened. though it was shown not too wide open, but only the slightest opened. it looked liked the office of the winery, and it caught your interest by far during this trip. looking around to see if anyone was watching, you quietly peeked and stepped inside once the coast was clear. the office, was huge. there were no more words to describe it. a wooden eagle attached to the wall, loads of paper on the main desk of the room, paintings from left to right. even some opened books on the side of the empty desks. your mouth went agape, seeing how almost everything else was organized (except the scattered papers and books) inside the office. heck, you don’t even have time to clean your room sometimes.

checking out the scattered books on the pile, you opened one by one, taking a look at the context inside the pages. they were all…so enjoyable to read. from stories about warriors, to interesting tales of brave fighters and knights who defended the city of freedom which is mondstadt. there were various books from the pile and you couldn’t pick which one to read to next. until…

“ehem.” a loud clear throat caught your attention, making you jump from your current position. “i didn’t know such lady would just walk inside an unwelcome room like that…” a male with a static yet deep and brooding voice says upon entering the room. you turned to face a tall and slender man with pale skin, red eyes and bright red hair, worn in a low ponytail that extends to his mid-back. the young man wears a black dress shirt, a long white vest, and a black ascot with a red gem. over this he dons a dark brown coat with golden trimmings and tassels, ending with black fur-trims. just by looking at his enchanting figure you can already tell who it was. “ah—” you managed to stammer out.

the man crossed his arms, looking unimpressed which brings you the conclusion of regretting to enter this room at the first place. “you must be the daughter of the loud couple downstairs…” he says. “well then, if you are, i’m uhhh…diluc, diluc ragnvindr—of mondstadt.” he hands out his hand, waiting for you to shake it. you awkwardly grasped his gloved hand on yours and the two of you shook hand together, “uhhh y/n l/n of fontaine, nice to meet you, master diluc.”

“with pleasure, miss y/n,” he replies, and you smile. he didn’t look too bad…i mean, you can’t really tell from a person’s look after all of what they’re like. it’s all about the inside, is something your mother might tell you. yet they bring you here to his estate because they find him attractive. how ironic. clearing his throat from the moment of silence inside the office, diluc looks at you. “now, may i ask what brings you here uninvited in my office? is there something you need?”

“oh…! uhh…” shit, you knew you were going to be screwed the second you stepped inside this room. smelled like trouble already at the first place—you weren’t sure what brought you in the room whether it was because of the lack of curiosity or the fact that you saw books inside. “sorry, i just saw some books hanging open and…curiosity kills the cat, i decided to go check out what it was…pardon my sudden intrusion inside…” diluc laughs a bit, “no, it’s alright, miss y/n. i’m actually surprised you would be interested in… novels…like these…” he points out, holding onto the book you were reading at earlier, staring at it like with a mud slipping out from an ear. you tilted your head in confusion. “doubt they’re that interesting anyways…” he adds.

“whatever do you mean, master diluc? every book has good potential! that’s why they were written in the first place…!” you excitedly explained to him with a wide smile—grabbing the book from the hand. “i love how the author puts here that not all people could be saved with just yourself but to try with everyone, the warrior in this tale is inspiring i can say…”

“hm? do you perhaps like warrior stories?”

“i love every story…! as long as the plot keeps its freshness to the book i’ll read it!”

“well that’s perfect to hear. i guess your parents were right about you being enthusiastic and all that stuff. say, do you like reading?” diluc questions, taking a seat to his office desk behind you. you sat down to the chair in front of him, happily nodding your head as a reply to earlier’s question. “oh i love reading! always has been since i was a child.” you beamed. diluc smiles back a little, showing more enjoyment to the conversation you two were having. “what made you interested in it in the first place?”

“when my parents didn’t allow me to play outside with the other children. i got so bored i found a random book laying on my bedroom, then…i started reading it. and it felt…awesome…” you said, scanning down to your satisfied fingertips. “i didn’t know reading could make me feel this way. but then, i started to focus on training on how to defend myself after i got my vision…” diluc sterns, yet he raises a brow. “you’re a vision wielder?”

“yup,” you smiled at him as you showed him a necklace you were wearing where a y/v element appeared right in front of diluc’s eyes. he was astonished by your vision despite being a vision wielder himself. “beautiful…” he mutters. “well, i hope we’ll get along splendidly, miss y/n.”

“oh no need for the formalities, master diluc…! just call me y/n. that would be enough,” you told him, and he nods back in return. “u-huh. well then…y/n, it is an honor to meet you and have a nice conversation with me.”

“same here,” you said, and gave diluc a cherry smile. the conversation you both started went further until it was almost sunset, you and diluc were having so much fun talking about different topics, even often reading together in the afternoons while your parents continued to be toured around the dawn winery��diluc meanwhile, busy being with you <3 and when nightfall came, before you left to go back to fontaine, diluc waves farewell and thanked your parents for the visit in his house. “if you would care, i would like to see you again somehow…” diluc comments while you were preparing to leave his place. flustered, you looked back at him, “and i too will like to see you again…”

“would it be a bother if i would ask for you to come visit here again soon?” the winery tycoon questions, gloved hands ruffling the back of his neck in a nervous manner. you giggled, “why of course. my parents won’t mind.” you replied, and you swore you saw diluc’s eyes glitter before the both of you parted ways…

it was odd, since the next thing you knew you were going back to mondstadt after a week had passed…and this time your parents wanted to ask the young master of the dawn winery if he would be so kind to date you. bold move indeed, quite to quick you supposed.

you were freaking out. what if diluc was creeped out by your parents’ suggestion and decided not to talk to you ever again? oh boy you sure hoped that wouldn’t happen. “but mother…! don’t you think this is too quick paced…?!” you whined towards her whilst ignoring the butlers and maids bowing from the sides when you three walked to the dawn winery’s entrance. your mother looks at you, displeased by your reactions. “darling it wouldn’t hurt a fly, don’t worry…! besides, just by the look of your face you want him as well, don’t you?” she teases, and your face turns red. she wasn’t wrong though. in fact, you wouldn’t even mind marrying diluc as well. not like…you wanted that to happen of course.

as you stepped foot once again through the dawn winery’s doors, you were flustered enough to see diluc with another individual sitting across him from the dining table, having a small chatter together. rare blue hair and beautiful tanned complexion—with an eyepatch covering one of his eyes in the process. the moment the doors opened and made a loud creak, the two were fast enough to look to where the noise came from. “oh?” the blue haired male says, curiosity in his tone. diluc stood up, “mr. and mrs. l/n…! ehem…uh, i didn’t expect you guys to come again,” he exclaims. both of your parents chuckled, and said that it was alright.

after the introductions (and learning the new certain individual’s name was kaeya), your parents sat down on the table along with you to get straight to the point.

“if it were ok, i’d like you have a chance and date our daughter…!”

…

there was nothing but silence after that. diluc almost choked on his tea and kaeya hid his laughing face behind a nearby table handkerchief—you, of course weren’t allowed to say anything and keep quiet. after a moment of silence, diluc clears his throat yet kaeya interrupts. “why of course master diluc wouldn’t mind dating your daughter, mrs. l/n, in fact it would be such a delightful pleasure.”

“oh…! pardon me, are you trying to say our daughter needs to pass a few trials to have the young master diluc’s hand in dating?” your father exclaims, causing your face to curl in confusion. even diluc had the same expression. kaeya chuckles—but before diluc could even mutter a sentence, kaeya wraps his shoulder around his brother. “oh not at all, sir. but~ that sounds interesting…don’t you think so, master diluc?”

diluc shot his brother a cold glare, whispering; “what’re you trying to point here…?” kaeya smirks, his eyebrow cocking up, “don’t you think it would be interesting if there would be such a trial for the young lady over there to pass? i certainly think it might entertain you or two…” he murmurs to diluc. diluc turned away—automatically declining his brother’s request as he stands from his chair, “i am terribly sorry about kaeya, mrs. l/n but—

“we’ll see you tomorrow at starsnatch cliff, better make sure your daughter is ready for the trials since we’ll make sure to involve some few sparring enemies with us,” kaeya cuts diluc off and diluc looks at kaeya with complete shock. “what??!”

“oh! that sounds simple, our daughter practices sparring everyday in our household, isn’t that right, my dear?” your father confidently says, pumping his fists as he stares at you. your eyes sparkled, heart beating fast in excitement once you heard sparring was involved. finally, you weren’t only going to face some training dummies back at home. you were going to fight real opponents for real…! you nodded your head right over your father. “yes! that’s right..!” you happily answered.

diluc’s eyes widen in astonishment from your reply, eyebrows twitching in confusion while kaeya on the other hand tried his best to not burst out of laughter in the background. “i…i told you it’ll work…” kaeya stutters—hiding his laugh. diluc sighs, pushing his hair back whilst hiding his red face. oh archons, how far would this go?

he wouldn’t…think you would agree but—he also didn’t know that you were gladly agreeing with this stupid idea of his adopted brother. and that made him even more flustered than ever. who knows? maybe by the end of the day you would positively regret this idea.

***

oh lord barbatos.

they were not making humor when they claimed that you were going to show up to this trial. because you actually did show up—face all smiley and merry with your parents proudly standing behind you. kaeya greeted you and your family at the entry of the trials, and watched as the calvary captain of the knights of favonius guided you to the start. diluc was just standing in shock, also a bit irritated that some idiot would just share a dangerous idea to a distinguished clan from fontaine. and he’s pissed too at himself for just letting this plan slide.

“good luck, lady y/n. make sure you know what you’re doing if you want to have my dear bro’s hand to date,” sir kaeya cheered, sending you a small wink and a salute as he leaves you alone in your place. your parents both also bid you good luck to the trials and diluc…was just diluc. saying nothing.

as the trials start—diluc was about to head off to talk to kaeya and your parents to tell them that this was a terrible and dangerous idea, but as he saw the hilichurls along with a mitachurl run towards your direction he knew that he had to stop this soon. as he was about to call to kaeya, he heard a huge thud coming from your place and did diluc turn around to see you, all smiling while both hilichurls and the mitachurls jump back from the impact on your weapon. and then diluc remembered. that’s right, you have a vision. the one you showed him where you both just first met.

“impressive. just from the first strike she’s got them floating back,” kaeya laughs and winery tycoon ignores him. he’s mesmerized by the way you fight. one two three, not even one of them got to have a hand on you. four five six, you continued to knock them off one by one until none left were standing. you laughed, joyfully. was this…your fun?

as the last mitachurl was knocked down cold, diluc hears the small bell ring and you turned your head to look at him. diluc’s face turned as red as his hair. you beamed over at the male, “diluc!” you yelled. “i got’ em!” and you raised you weapon in the air—face panting and clothing dirty from the fighting.

diluc hides his face, obviously feeling bashful at your beautiful smile. kaeya pats his back, laughing once more. “she got all of them alright. make sure to take of the lady now, master diluc.”

the most successful winery tycoon ever in teyvat now in a relationship. ever wonder how this would go…

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a/n: LATE POST LATE POST IM SO SO SORRY 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ at least this work was long :,D

requests are currently: closed :(

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc fucking ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #lucy works 🍕💗#omfg i hate losing motivation

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defectivehero · 3 years ago

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I like your writing a lot, so i was really happy that it turns out you accept requests!!! If you dont mind, can i request a scenario thingy where sick hero is at home by themself getting bedrest, then villain visits them and brings a gift? And by gift, i mean violence lmao, so hero is already sick, but villain just had to add more to it. Oh and villain is resourceful, so they use like.. stuff in hero's home for the "gift"... maybe using hero's kitchen knife? Or like some random towel? I think anything can be a weapon..

Oh shit sorry its too much hhhhhhhh

i'm sorry to the anon that sent this- it has been just sitting in my drafts for soooo long lmfao. also don't apologize for being specific!!! it's not too much ;)

The hero blinked their eyes open, wincing at how dry they were. They stared up at the ceiling of their living room, before pushing themselves into a sitting position. What time was it? Maybe they could get some work done before midnight...

A shadow in the corner of the room broke them out of their thoughts. They squinted, rubbing their eyes roughly. After another furious scrub at their eyes, the figure had gotten closer. Instead of lurking in the corner, they were now lurking only a few feet away. The proximity allowed for the hero to see their face properly, and they groaned loudly at the realization.

“Villain.”

“Ah, hello there,” the villain grinned, hands behind their back. “How’s my favorite hero doing?” The hero rolled their eyes, grabbing the blanket at their feet and tugging it over their legs.

“How does it look like I’m doing?” the hero snapped, gesturing to the messy state of the room around them. Normally, they would be ashamed of the tissues, dirty dishes, and unwashed clothes everywhere but they didn't have the energy to be embarrassed. Not when it felt like someone was taking a jackhammer and hammering their skull.

The villain nonchalantly took out a knife and started tossing it up and down in their hand. The hero squinted to get a better look at the knife. It looked familiar. It had the same handle and design as their kitchen knives- oh.

“You’re really going to kill me with my own kitchen knife?” the hero asked hoarsely. They chanced a glance back at the knife block on their kitchen counter and, sure enough, there was a knife missing. They sighed heavily, backing up against the arm of their couch. Their couch was getting too small, they noted with annoyance. Although, it never was quite big enough, was it? The hero sighed, leaning back to look at the villain.

“Maybe,” the villain raised their eyebrows in a vaguely threatening way. The hero stifled a chuckle at that.

“Fine,” the hero shrugged, sniffling loudly. They cleared their throat with a wince. “Go ahead, then.”

In the blink of an eye, they had the knife to the hero’s throat. The hero’s breath fluttered for a brief second, before they brought up a shaky hand to grab the villain's hand on the knife and push it closer to their throat.

“Do it,” the hero whispered, their eyes red and puffy. A tear rolled down their face as their eyes watered. They sniffed again, hissing in annoyance because they could hardly breathe through their nose.

“You’re no fun like this,” the villain snapped, removing the knife from the hero’s neck with a grimace. They shook their head in disbelief, and walked behind the couch the hero was sitting on. The hero shrugged, wiping their eyes with their shirt sleeve. and burrowed back under their blanket.

“Sorry,” they muttered, closing their eyes and attempting to fall asleep. Admittedly, the villain’s late night visit had sapped up any remaining energy they thought they had.

“Are you the real hero?” the villain muttered under their breath. The hero tried their best to hold back a flinch as the villain placed a hand on their forehead. They breathed slowly, their heart pounding in their chest. The villain’s hand remained on their forehead for only a couple seconds, and yet, to the hero it felt like a millennium.

The hero didn’t answer, hoping that their feigned sleep would soon turn into real sleep. It eventually did, but not before they heard the villain whisper something under their breath.

“I really don’t understand you,” they whispered in a soft voice as the hero drifted off into sleep.

#NOT A PROMPT #hero x villain #hero and villain #writing #writeblr #short fic #snippet #uhhhhh #whump #not really at all #hero is just sick #but whatever #anyways #im tired and I have to go pick up my prescriptions ugh #bye bye for now peeps

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tamarastevie · 5 years ago

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Happier

Pairing - Matthew Daddario x Reader.

A/N - lmfao hi guys!! i apologise for disappearing on you like that! i just kinda got over matt, i suppose. but this was sitting in my drafts for ages, and i wanted to finish it! feel free to drop in a request for billy hargrove, i’ll do my best to write it! this was heavily inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Happier. I’m sorry for the angst!

Words - 1474.

Matthew was walking down the street when he saw his gorgeous ex-girlfriend walking into a bar with another man. He let out a deep sigh and entered the same bar since he was meeting his friend, Dominic Sherwood there.

It’s been a month since Y/N and Matthew separated. His work was getting the best of him and he was letting all of his frustration and exhaustion out on her. She wasn’t an angel either; her family issues were getting the best of her too. With her parents constantly pressuring her to get good grades, and get a decent job all while irritating her to talk to Matt about getting married and settling down.

Eventually all of these unspoken things brought their relationship to a downfall. Their relationship didn't end the nicest way possible. The two were screaming at each other at the top of their lungs, until finally, Matthew stormed off from Y/N's flat, and never returned.

The two haven't seen each other since. At least, until now. Y/N hadn't acknowledged Matthew's presence, since she didn't see him. As soon as he saw her enter, he fled to a nearby ally. He dialled up Dominic's number and awaited for him to answer, "Come on! Pick up you fucker!" he let out a sigh of relief after his friend answered on the third ring, "Dude, what's up? Where are you?" his friends British accent was heard through the phone.

Matt scratched the back of his neck "I-I'm not sure I can go in," he stuttered. Even though he couldn't see it, Dom's brows rose in surprise, "Why not?" Just as Matthew was about to explain himself, Dom spoke again, "Oh my god, dude. Your ex just walked in," the brunette was nodding until he realised his friend couldn't see him nod over the phone, "Yeah, exactly. That's why I don't think I can go inside. Things didn't end the best between us, as you remember all too well."

Dominic shook his head, "Look, whatever happened is in the past. You both are adults and should be able to be under the same roof without tearing each other's heads off. Come in, I'll buy you a beer, and we'll be fine, okay?" Matt let out a sigh of defeat before saying he'll be right there. He hung up and walked back to the entrance of the bar.

Upon entering, a doorbell at the top of the doorframe rang. Nobody really heard it as it was swallowed by the sounds of 80's rock music. The bar was known for its old-timey style. They even had a jukebox, just for show though. It wasn't even plugged in.

There were sets of different tables across the space between the entrance and the bar itself. They were all the same style, but different colour. The core was the same, metallic, round tables that being prepped up by a long neck that was spilt into four at the floor. All the chairs were metallic as well, but they were cushioned.

It also had booths. The booths were more deluxe looking. Wooden brown pressed up against same colour walls. The cushions were a lighter shade of brown. The dark tables were also pushed up against the walls.

Matthew spotted his friend immediately. Dominic was seated on a high bar stool, a beer already in hand and another one placed on a coaster on the table. He walked up to his pal and patted him on the back. Dominic smiled brightly and gave Matt a welcoming hug.

Dominic gestured towards the cold beer standing on the table, indicating it was for his friend. Matthew smiled and thanked his friend for getting him his favourite, promising to repay him with a tequila shot. The blonde tried to wave his friend off, saying it was okay, but the boy shook his head, already ordering two shots.

The two spent most of the time drinking the night away, hiding their sorrows in massive amounts of liquor. And it was working fantastically. At least, it did, until Matt's gaze wandered over the bar and his dark eyes landed on the girl who broke his heart no longer than three months ago.

She was laughing and he head was thrown up. She only did this when she was truly and genuinely laughing. His features softened at the sight of her, and he smiled. Until his gaze moved right and he saw the source of her laughter. His stare hardened and his smile disappeared, being replaced with a frown. His eyes were fixated on the man, thinking that if he'd look hard enough, he'd burn a hole through the man and make him disappear.

Dominic had to pull Matthew away by force, turning his head back to the bar, where he had another shot placed for the two. Matt downed it within seconds, loving the burn in his throat, as it distracted him. Sadly, the distraction didn't last long. Soon enough, Dominic went off with some red-headed girl that hit on him, leaving Matt alone. He waved Dom off when he gave the brunette an apologetic look while being pulled away from the scene.

Matt let his eyes wander once again to Y/N. She seemed so much happier now. Her eyes have regained their shine. Her smile was reaching to her eyes once again, her straight toothed smile dazzling everyone who looked her way.

Looking at her reminded him of all their good times together. How wide their smiles were. How happy they once were. Now? Now, her smile was wider when she was with her new guy. How happier she seemed. Matthew smiled sadly, looking at the couple.

He knew he had to get out before he broke down in front of the crown of strangers in the bar. He quickly paid his fare and left the place. He called an Uber and waited for it outside. He was afraid of returning to his flat, but he had no other place to go to.

Once at home, he realised how everything reminded him of Y/N. Every place he looked, he saw her. On his dark brown couch they were once cuddled on. He saw the two of them, she was being pressed up against him, arms around his waist while his was around her shoulders. They were watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

Now the couch felt cold. And empty. He hated sitting there now. Instead, he always sat in the corner of the room, avoiding everything in his place. The place that he once felt so happy in, now broke him with every glance.

Another memory flashed in his eyes. This time the two were cooking together, and Matthew accidentally cut Y/N with a knife. It was a small nick, but he apologised profusely nonetheless. Even after Y/N reassured him that she was fine, he kept going. "Nobody hurts you like I hurt you," he looked at her. "But nobody loves you like I do," he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Time went on, and he tried moving on, and leaving without her, but he couldn't. All of his friends kept telling him that he'll move on with someone new as well too. But he tried, he tried going on dates, tried dating apps, but to no avail. Nothing worked, he couldn't get Y/N out of his head.

He wanted to message her so badly. Tell her how much he missed her, how much he needed her back in his life, in his arms, but he couldn't. He kept telling himself how happier she is now. He didn't want to ruin that for her. So he did what he thought would be best.

Matthew decided to wait.

He was going to wait until her new lover broke her heart. And if he won't, he'll keep waiting anyway. Matthew didn't want someone else. He couldn't bring himself to get over Y/N. He was still in love with her. He adored her in every way possible and he couldn't live without her.

Just the thought of her not going back to him if he ever decided to reach out to her broke him. He was so afraid to face the truth so he ran from it. Whenever someone asked him about his love life, he said he was waiting for the right time to ask. He never mentioned what he was going to ask.

And that's how he spent the rest of his life. Waiting. For the right moment to message her again. For the moment that her new lover would break her heart and he'd be there to mend it. He didn't know if such a moment would come, but he wasn't going to give up on her. He was going to keep on waiting, even if it meant forever.

#matthewdaddario #matthew daddario #matthew daddario imagines #matthew daddario imagine #matt daddario x reader #matthew daddario fanfiction #matthew daddario fluff #matthew daddario one shot #matthew daddario oneshot #matthew daddario x reader #domsherwood #dom sherwood #dominic sherwood

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jakeoettinger · 5 years ago

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I deadass don’t know who tagged me in this.. it was sitting half-completed in my drafts i’m sorry lmfao

21 Questions

Answer 21 questions then tag 21 people you want to get to know better

1) Nickname:

Meg, Crash

2) Zodiac Sign:

Leo 🦁

3) Height:

5′2-3 i know i keep putting this but deadass it depends on the day.

4) Last Movie I Saw:

Lion King (2019)

5) Last Thing I Googled:

um this strawberry key lime margarita mix i’m almost out of... which i got at home goods and i was trying to see the logistics of just ordering from the company’s website since homegoods wants to hoe me and not have any more.

6) Last Thing I Ate:

breakfast taco.

7) Last Song That Got Stuck In My Head:

cotton eyed joe has been stuck in my head roughly every other day since the draft.

8) Do I Get Ask?

sometimes

9) Following:

10) Followers:

4,059

11) Amount Of 💤:

mmm 7-10 on a good night. if i’m actually doing anything it’s usually a lot less.

12) Lucky Number:

13, 27, 14,

13) What Am I Wearing:

um a leopard print blouse with black jeans and like brown/cognac espadrilles (we love adding height).

14) Dream Job:

Media for a sports team or organization.. social media, digital media, anything. it’s always been my ideal thing to be part of. any major sport really would be cool.

15) Favorite Food:

Mexican Food, Shrimp, Big fan of wings.., peanut butter, do margaritas count?

16) Play Any Instruments:

absolutely not

17) Languages:

literally only english

18) Favorite Song:

Mr. Brightside x The Killers.. it just means a lot to me lol

19) Random Facts:

i made seth rogen laugh once. i witnessed harry styles riding a mechanical bull and met a very drunk niall horan.

20) Me As An Aesthetic Things:

I literally have no idea how to do this, but i’ll try lol.. going more for ‘my aesthetic’ over aesthetic things.. bc i’m not sure what those parameters are lol

burned cds full of 2000s pop punk, glossy pink lips, long hours spent driving to your favorite places, hockey jerseys, the brightest and warmest days spent outdoors, laughing for hours at dumb comedies, stargazing at 2 am, astrology, astronomy, expensive perfume, bubble baths, jellyfish exhibits, margaritas at a hockey game, soft pinks and deep blues, spotify playlists, driving with your sunroof open singing as loud as you can, a slight sunburn and windswept hair on a boat, the smell of cotton candy and lavender.

21) Weirdest Way You’ve Been Described:

you tell me

This was in my queue and I got tagged by @teravaisteuvo on a very similar question list so i’ll add the questions that weren’t on here below!

Favorite musicians: im gonna put bands here too instead of just individuals bc i don’t.. have a ton of individual favs.. blink182, joyce manor, mgk, pepper, abba, new found glory, taking back sunday, the wrecks, any band that was popular in the god-tier era of pop punk. and a bunch more here and there.

Favorite songs: i mentioned mr brightside earlier but in addition to that.. fishin in the dark x nitty gritty dirt band, downfall of us all x adtr, coffeeshop soundtrack x all time low, turn my swag on x soulja boy, i think i’m okay x mgk and yungblud, break stuff x limp bizkit, bro hymn x pennywise (which also happens to be the texas stars goal song.. love that for me), follow you x bmth, literally joyce manor’s entire discography, that’s what you get x paramore, my friends over you x new found glory, anytime x eve 6, and sommartider x gyllene tider. all those you can turn on and its an instant reaction from me.

Dream trip: mm right now i’m trying to figure out how to logistically make flying into calgary and seeing banff for a few days, etc. and going to see the flames play the stars work and then going to vancouver the next day, see the stars play the canucks and stay in van a couple of days.. stay tuned. (it won’t happen but i want it to so bad)

#about me #q.

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rhodesmystery · 6 years ago

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um. smutfic. i joked about 3hrs but then got embarrassed about posting until i bought my vow hoodie from bungie and got such a rush and now here we are lmfao

2.5k words of pwp. god bless. charlie x mc

Charlie finds her standing by the window. Not so unusual, all things considered. One of the first places he always thought to look, whenever they happened to be together. Something about staring out, letting her thoughts get away, eased her. He knew that much.

However, Charlie had mostly found her clothed in the other times. Or as close to it. A shirt of his that was barely hiding anything wasn’t passable, and it wasn’t the first time he was thankful they had enchanted his windows to be one-way only. He didn’t want to think what would be said about some poor soul walking past and seeing Natasha the way she was.

With a yawn, loud enough to alert her, and a roll of his shoulders, Charlie steps completely into the room. Mismatched, with parts kitchen, living and dining, all in one. Not that he minded, as it was his. Much like her, as he happily thought, when Natasha turned. Never a hint of sleepiness in her, with bright eyes and lips half turned up into a smile. Yeah, he knew she already knew that he was awake, but it was the entrance that mattered. Especially when he scratches his chest, stomach, only to rest his hand idly on his thigh.

“Morning.” Once, Natasha told him that she loved his voice in the morning. Didn’t tell him what exactly it was she loved, but he had made a note since then to take full advantage of it.

Natasha is surprisingly quiet with her response. A tumble of ‘morning’, that’s soft and private. Charlie might’ve thought something was wrong, if her eyes weren’t pointedly south. That gets a smile out of him.

“Thought you’d still be in bed.” Idle conversation, to fill the gap between him and her. Until he took those seven exact steps to stand before her. “Missed you.”

“Did you now?” Natasha is facing him now, and he can see his shirt was open, not even buttoned in some vague attempt for decency. Like this was some grand scheme of hers (and he was playing right into her hand). “I’m sorry.” Her lack of sincerity was hilarious, and his laughter was infectious, as she giggles to herself. Enough to distract him again.

Charlie always liked her tits. Or, maybe he should call them breasts outright, to add some politeness to the conversation. But Natasha clasps her hands behind her back, purposely jutting them out at him, that he can see the swell of each, and how the shirt was barely holding on to cover her nipples. He was definitely going to commit this to memory.

“You should be.” Still trying to keep his tone vague. Not focus on how he could almost follow an arrow that pointed down, between her breasts, over her stomach. Like everything was shouting look at me, and he ate it up. Taking a lot for him not to just sink to his knees and eat her until she screamed his name. Forecast was telling him that was his immediate future.

With a fleeting look back at Natasha’s face, to gauge where she was at, Charlie gets a rather satisfied smile. Yeah, yeah, she read his thoughts, thought herself to be so smart about it too. Not like he wasn’t being obvious about it, cock at half mast already just thinking about her. Natasha, in his shirt, unbuttoned and open, and legs spread just enough, leaning against the window, a hand idly running down her front. Like he hadn’t already had that image in his mind since he’d walked out the bedroom.

“What ever can I do to make it up to you?” And the lines were corny, something out of the really bad movies she was fond of mimicking, except with the way she punctuates her words, making it different. Implications abound.

Charlie moves in a bit closer, a half step forward. Until there’s not else in his vision except her, her lips, her eyes, the spattering of freckles over her nose and the mismatched scars along her jaw. Practically swims in the green, noticing they were darker than any other day. And he loved why he knew that happened. Natasha kisses him, and it’s slow, deep, the only touch. Just the tilt of their heads, the slide of their tongues, and each other. Nothing more, nothing less.

Eventually, it’s his turn to make the move. And not to romanticise their positions, knight takes queen, pushing her against the window, pressing against her entirely. Never breaking the kiss, just hands trying to pull the shirt off, to find skin, only to end up with it tangled around her elbows. To trace along the curve of her spine as she arches into him. Natasha moans against his mouth, her nails burning into his shoulders, Charlie please. Please, the real magic word. Held a lot of weight, when applied properly. Like how it sits pleasantly on his head, as he begins a trail down.

Soft kisses, trying to catch every inch he could. Charlie could never tire of this, even if he knew how embarrassed she got. How she insisted on reciprocating. Not that he minded that outcome, of course, but there was something to be said for how Natasha’s face would look, when he looked up at her. Always partway there to covering her mouth, eyes heavy and hair a mess. Chest heaving, and a flush that coloured her pink. He didn’t know how many times he was up to, with calling her beautiful, but he was bound to crack a thousand eventually, surely.

Natasha just snorts, trying to play off her embarrassment. Hand on his head, edging him down further. Charlie can only grin, kneeling as comfortably as he could, hands on her thighs. Encourages her wider for him, further still. Fingers tease her nipples, and Charlie can only savour the first strong lick in response.

Something almost like a hiccup escapes her, and Natasha visibly shudders. With two fingers, Charlie parts her lips, and finds exactly what he wants. What he knew would have her all but shake on him. Charlie sucks, nips, laves her clit with attention, trying desperately to keep his eyes closed, but unable to stop from looking up. He loves when she looks like that, flustered and letting control go.

Fingers that had spread her move to touch, to feel. Dragging across her seam, barely pressing against her. Charlie has to stop from smiling, when he feels the telltale buck as with one finger, he drives in a little further, but never quite enough. So soon? he thinks, but doesn’t complain. Not like he wasn’t in the same boat. At that thought, Charlie runs a hand over himself, pulling away from her clit only to look down, notice he was leaking.

Not that he wanted to hurry, but with another twist of his wrist against his cock, he turns back. Ah well, he could make it up to her later.

Tongue pressing against her, Charlie edges in. The slick sounds, normally off-putting in any other circumstance, always made Natasha a little weaker in the knees. Or it might’ve just been his good work, as she’s saying his name, muffled only by the sleeve of the shirt. Fingers circle her clit, and his free hand pulls at her cheek, massaging, spreading. A barely there teasing touch, against her ass, until he leans back again.

Switching hands, replacing tongue with fingers, Charlie turns to watching her carefully. How her face may contort into something other than pleasure, when he presses one finger in. Slow, turning, brushing along her inner walls. Last night she’d mentioned that she was sore, a little more than usual. Perhaps Natasha knew what he was looking for, in how she meets his eye entirely, whispering his name as a second finger joins the first. No outward signs of discomfort, especially not when her fingers twist in his hair, tugging strands with a certain amount of force.

“Feels good?” Charlie has to ask, anyway. Can’t help himself.

Natasha huffs, sending hair flying up. “Yes, Charlie, Merlin’s beard, if you don’t make me come, I swear—”

Even though he’s laughing, he cuts her off. One somewhat satisfied customer then. Curls his fingers, thumb pressing against her clit, and laves attention on what skin he could find with his tongue. Scissors his fingers, free hand perhaps the only thing holding her upright as she all but presses her weight down on his shoulders. From how she bent over him, Charlie could hear her whispers clearer, her pleads.

Nope, not letting go until she’d come, good and hard. She's shuddering, Charlie yes please right there god yes. Charlie knew about the muggle god that her father’s family worshipped. It was oddly satisfying to hear that name mix in with his, to the point where he didn’t know who was who, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

Natasha comes with a low, long moan. Not her first orgasm, no sir, but definitely one that has her lock up and quiver all at once. Charlie rides her through it, slow circles drawn out, just how she liked. Knew exactly where to touch, where to hold, as she comes down. Time isn’t a concept, as Natasha struggles to push herself back up, eventually leans against the window for support.

And then she says: “You’ve gotten better at that.” As if she’s not heaving in air, sensitivity overloading with how Charlie can’t seem to run a hand up her legs without her nearly giving out.

“I’ve had practice,” is what he says instead. If only because he’s getting a kick out of how he splays his fingers over her stomach, and she has to close her eyes. Bite her lip.

Puffs of air that resemble try to resemble a laugh leaver her. “Oh, really? What’s her name?” Natasha tries to keep the conversation light and teasing, but Charlie knew. Probably a light draft would have her tumble over once again, if aimed right.

“Natasha. You probably don’t know her. Great gal. Fantastic tits.”

When she laughs, it’s the best sound Charlie had heard in months. Head thrown back, genuine kind of laugh, that ignores the situation and encompasses it all at once. Natasha grins, slack and easy, running a finger over his lips. Charlie chases it, nibbling on the tip, which earns him a pointed look. One he was quite happy to keep around.

Leaning in, Natasha kisses him. Hot and wet, far too much tongue, and he knows that she can taste herself. The knot in his stomach tightens, acutely aware of how he was running warmer than usual. Along her lower back, Charlie drags his nails, finds her hips. Palms her into turning around, breaking the kiss despite her noise of disapproval. And he might’ve told her that if she just asked him to come on command, he would’ve then and there, except Charlie manages to get her with her back to him, hands firmly planted on the window.

As Charlie rights himself, one hand firmly stroking his cock as he lines himself up, does he notice how Natasha turns to look over her shoulder. As if regaining some bravado in that moment, she smirks, wiggles her hips.

“This is new for you.”

With a snort, Charlie can only settle for giving her ass a light slap. “Shut up.” Perhaps he was a little mollified. Not to say that he was the most adventurous, as he knew he wasn’t and more often than not blushed his way into Natasha all but dominating. Definitely not his fault that he was far more favourable of the lower end of the scale.

Fine, fine. If she was going to be all smarmy about him branching out, then he'd show her! As long as he could figure out how to stop his ears from burning as he eased his way in. Charlie moans, as she's twitchy and wet around his cock, not helping how Natasha pushes up onto her toes, fingers pressed against the glass. With a few blinks, Charlie is able to see just how the glass steamed in front of her, with every breath she took.

“I’m gonna move.”

“Thank god.”

Chuckles dissolve into pitches in breathing. Like there was just not enough oxygen in the room, and Charlie was definitely a little dizzy, enamoured, whatever, when he grips her hips and pulls her back to meet his thrust. Pushes a hand up, moving the damned shirt up with it, following the arch of her back. Until he lets it fall back again, settling for her shoulder to hold instead.

Natasha isn’t quiet. Not by a long shot. Settled for thanking her later that she’d been the one to soundproof the house on her arrival. Faster harder Charlie pleasepleaseplease. And he tries to keep up what she’s saying, how he lets go of her hip to palm his way to her front. Find her clit and rub at it furiously, which does nothing except have her cover a moan with her arm. Even as she twitches, tries to pull away, tries to keep meeting him thrust for thrust, Charlie keeps at it. Nothing if not consistent. One of her hands joins his, Natasha’s fingers slipping along his, brushing what was exposed of his cock as he continued to move inside her.

It's when he presses his forehead between her shoulder blades, does Charlie struggle. Hand slipping from her shoulder, he finds her hand against the window, threading fingers and gripping until his knuckles turn white. Embarrassingly so, holding her firmly against him as he comes. Moans against her skin, something that was definitely her name if a little garbled, until she follows only seconds later.

Charlie doesn’t know how to move. Limbs felt heavy and light all at once, as if he moved even one foot, he’ll just fall flat on his face, either way. Blinking, the world doesn't stop spinning. Not yet, but he gingerly slides himself out. Regrettably, and “sorry,” when he spies the telltale spill begin to trail down her thighs. Too bad he was tired, or it might’ve been able to roll him into action, strangely so (except, he was acutely aware that his lower half was almost numb, brain fuzzy, eyes only trying to find her face).

As she turns, Natasha faces him with heavily lidded eyes, and a very pleased smile. “It’s fine.” But she’s leaning against the window, as if she didn’t trust her own legs too. With a blush that spread to the tops of her breasts, hair mussed and eyes dark, Charlie knew she was beautiful. And told her just that.

Eventually, she slides down, landing on the ground with a grunt. Charlie follows suit, wobbly and flushed, bumping shoulders when he’s beside her. Natasha kicks a leg over his, idly playing with what he could now consider her shirt, until she pulls it up and holds it at her front. Tilting his head back, Charlie closes his eyes, finds her hand, and squeezes it fiercely.

For several minutes they sit just so. Until, with a sigh, Natasha rolls her head towards him. “Want breakfast?”

Charlie grins, one that slowly builds, that doesn’t even try to hide what he was going to say next. Opening one eye, he looks at her. “I already ate.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #charlie weasley #harry potter #jacob's sibling #*my fic #*natasha #IDK HOW TO TAG THIS SAFELY WITHOUT IT DISAPPEARING #smut #lemon #I GUESS LOLOLOL #BACK TO THE STONE AGES WITH TAGGING

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lokiarsene · 6 years ago

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like yesterday, here's a bullet list of my thoughts for episodes 18~21

thoughts on episode 18:

oh no, it's the beach episode.

-- i really like how they show the way the PT take care of futaba. ren patiently cleaning up her room in between hours at the florist, them playing vidya with her, or just having lunch together in montage moments is very sweet. it makes me wish the anime had much slower pacing, more slice of life-y kind of drama.

-- watching yusuke, ryuji, and futaba lose their freakin minds over good curry is VERY relatable.

-- i still don't understand why ann and makoto thought that a two piece frilly bathing suit was the way to go with futaba. a one piece that she could wear under a long wrap or a hoodie would've made so much more sense... but >male gaze

-- have i told y'all how fucking tired i am of the sexualization of the teenage girls in p5 yet, and how it is one of the several things that fuckin ruined this game for me

have i?

well here it is again

none of the previous games were as bad as this b t w and p4 had one of the dungeons be a STRIP CLUB.

-- yusuke and his lobsters are wonderful.

-- oh god i forgot COMPLETELY about the whole 'mental shutdowns' thing in this game's plot. i think because it's all so pointlessly convoluted. p3 had something similar but even there it was just people turned catatonic for weeks on end when the monthly boss-shadows drew near.

i think the reason i find this so hard to understand is because from p3 to p4 the rules of shadows didn't really change so much. p3 had the persona users go up against shadow bosses; p4 had people confront the shadows within themselves, either accepting them completely (which then turned into persona), or the shadow 'absorbed' the person and ran rampant as a monster. neither of those rules really contradict each other, but in p5 personal shadows for persona users are gone completely, and how you deal with other people's personal shadows doesn't even involve them being present to complete the merge.

mona says that persona users can't have palaces, but persona users in 4 could and DID have 'dungeons' within the shadows' worlds. these dungeons dealt specifically with what was at the core of the shadows' emergence--a deep secret and a hidden truth that caused the shadow to grow, a place that was a replica and a distortion of reality based upon that suppressed truth. so that sure sounds like a fucking palace to me.

so....................... unless there's like, multiple realities folded into our own, and persona users can only access certain ones.................. i'm just super confused.

like, i know it's because the rules change game to game, but p3 to p4 didn't have any contradictions, and p2 didn't contradict anything in p3, either. it just went from a full party of wild card users to a singular one.

-- i'm glad ann's getting a little screentime here. i was just thinking about how other characters' development was lacking after makoto and futaba got so much focus.

-- mona's so sweet to ann ;-; now that he has a human form in p5r, i hope they become really good friends. she needs a kind guy friend that'll be reliable~ plus he makes her laugh.

-- sojiro talking about the anniversary of wakaba's death is......... really interesting........ considering that screenshot of futaba sitting next to a woman with the exact same haircut as her "deceased" mother.

-- ren reassuring mona that he absolutely has to be human, that he will return to who he used to be once they figure out what's happening in the metaverse is jsut jdfklasd

AND HIS LIL ROUND OF APPLAUSE WHEN MONA TALKS ABOUT ALL THE THINGS HE'S GOING TO DO TO KEEP THE WORLD SAFE ;-;

AND THAT SHOT OF HIM SLEEPING CURLED UP ON REN'S STOMACH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-- listen i know mona isn't rly a cat but he's the BEST cat

thoughts on episode 19:

oh it's the hawaii episode.

-- man what the hell kinda budget do these school's got that they can just go overseas with dozens of students on a yearly basis? that's impressive.

-- ryuji: "whoa, awesome! ..... i don't really get it, but awesome!" fjdsafds okay that got a laugh outta me. good one, ryuji.

-- ren: "i'm excited, too." (said in a monotone) fjklsadsl BLESS THIS BOY

-- ren's FACE when he learns that futaba installed a spying app on his phone and can hear him/see pictures he takes is...... kind of hilarious. especially if you have the headcanon that he and akechi send dumbass snapchats to each other a lot--which i do. and which you do now, too.

-- mona's depression is ten times more sad because he's a cat okay :c why they gotta make the cat so cute

-- ren, ryuji, and ann's lil sleepover is adorable. especially since ann chastises ryuji for not knowing one of the basic rules of a sleepover: if you start talkin' about your crushes, you gotta start with your own~ thems the rules lads

-- rip principal bloatneck.

-- honestly that truck shoulda at least TRIED to stop.

-- "A LO HA." goddammit that's adorable

AND HE GIVES THE LEI NECKLACE TO MONA FJDSKFJDSKL ren you're so SWEET.

-- I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT MONA CALLS SAE "ONEE-NO-NIIJIMA" FJADSKLFJDSKL ahhhh it's so cute.

-- the PT targeting okumura, who is essentially the dave thomas with political ambitions of the persona 5 world, is far funnier now that i phrase it like that.

-- ANN, OF ALL FUCKING PEOPLE, SAYING THAT THEY PROBABLY BROUGHT THIS RECENT TROUBLE ON THEMSELVES, IS A FUCKING STUPID WRITING DECISION. I CAN'T BELIEVE SOMEONE DIDN'T LOOK AT THAT AND GO, "ANN WOULDN'T SAY THIS. ANN HAS NO REASON TO SAY IT." god. lmao PLEASe let p5r be a goddamn second draft.

-- mona's totally right that ryuji's just concerned with getting popular and his dick wet. like,,, that's why this argument only made me hate ryuji more than i already did. he gets pissy when mona points out the truth.

god he sucks lmao

I'M SORRY I'M SO SALTY YOU GUYS

LOOK I'LL SAY SOMETHING NICE: SAE AND AKECHI ARE COOL

-- i really like how guarded akechi's face looks in his conversation with sae, and how off his guard he looks when she tells him that she's not going to hold back, especially since the culprit is doing such dire, awful things. he's not exactly surprised, but he's definitely uneasy and shaken by what he hears. which makes me wonder who he’s really concerned for--himself, or for ren (and the PT by extension, but akechi only really seems to care about ren, so).

the reason i like that is because the okumura arc in p5 is really where akechi's mind starts its downward spiral. principal kobayakawa's death obviously rattled him, especially since the only reason the principal died was because shido saw him as useless and disposable, something akechi is desperate NEVER TO BE. and it's that + what happens with okumura that really kicks him over the edge.

i hope p5r will give us the chance to pull him back from it. he deserves a better chance than the game's subpar writing gave to him.

thoughts on episode 20:

-- ren wakes up in a panic because he thinks he sees mona on his bed ;___________;

-- goro snoopin' on the PT's LOUD, TOTALLY CONSPICUOUS conversation in front of okumura foods' HQ is kind of adorable if you remember he clearly loves star wars (HE HAS A LIGHT SABER), and the camera cuts to his face right as they're talking about big bang and outer space lingo.

-- oh, haru. i really wish you were the black mask. that would've been so much cooler--and an actual twist. her total hopeless panic about being a beauty thief could still be a thing (because it is actually endearing), it'd just be an act. but that's me talkin' fix-its again.

-- i really like the scene of haru defending mona to the PT on the rooftop, then cutting to show just how strained her relationship is with her father. she exists to be useful to her father's ambitions and nothing else, and that scene really drove home just how painful that is for her.

-- REN TWIRLS HIS HAIR BETWEEN TWO FINGERS WHEN HE'S DEEP IN THOUGHT. AHHHHHHH I FORGOT HE DID THAT

-- oh hey remember how the game went through the trouble of showing how haru's fiance is a sexist, violent, animal-hurting piece of shit and then promptly failed to actually separate her from him in game (i think you only can do that in her s-link?? the s-link you can barely finish in your first run of the game??), and in t hEN SHOWED HER IN THE CAR WITH HIM LATER, LOOKING HORRIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE?

god this story makes me so fucking mad lmfao STOP PUTTING GIRLS IN PHYSICALLY OR SEXUALLY VIOLENT PERIL AND NEVER ACTUALLY ENSURING THAT THEY'RE SAFE, YOU DAVID CAGE LEVEL OF HACK BULLSHIT WRITERS.

-- ryuji running into the attic, all worried about mona, with a first aid kit, is..... very good. very good and endearing. good on you, ryuji.

-- haru gently encouraging mona to tell the truth is also really good. idk if i just missed it in the game or what, but i really like how she's presented in the anime. she's like a counterpart to ren--soft, sincere, observant, patient, yet she's made of pure steel beneath all that.

thoughts on episode 21:

-- WHY WAS HARU'S GRANDFATHER GIVING COFFEE TO A FIVE YEAR OLD

-- haru, the reason your father's heart grew twisted is thanks to capitalism. you gotta change the heart of capitalism.

-- not to be all poochie here but whenever akechi isn't on screen, all i can ask myself is whERE'S AKECHI?

-- HOW CAN I TAKE THE EVIL DAVE THOMAS SERIOUSLY WHEN HE'S DRESSED LIKE FUCKIN MEGAMIND?

-- okay see this is where i'm thrown completely out of the story or even really liking haru. haru just listened to her dad's shadow saying he would PIMP HER OUT TO HER FIANCE WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT. and she still is just like ~no i want him to go back to being kind~

bitch are you nuts

are you NUTS

youR DAd SHOULD DIE AND YOU'D BE BETTER OFF

CONSIDERING HOW THE GAME GOES, YOU ARe BETTER OFF

god. i'm getting so mad again lmao

-- ren approaching haru to point out that if the truth of her father's crimes comes to light, she'll forever be associated with him (and with all the harm and ruined reputation that brings) is, once again, further reminder of just how... damn good ren is. he doesn't hesitate to speak from the heart nor does he ever fail to listen to someone else speak from theirs.

-- also not for nothing but uh

how did the cops not like

figure out how the PT phan-site was set up within the first few months and track it down to mishima? was that ever addressed at all?

-- honestly another reason why i get so fucking mad about this okumura stuff is the game goes SO FAR OUT OF ITS WAY to make you feel BAD that he died, when he was by all rights a fucking shitheel monster, yet when akechi dies it's like 'oh well. that sucked.' fuck off, atlus. the death of a greedy, heartless CEO isn't more sad just because his gaslit daughter is conditioned to be sad about it.

i understand that a large part of the shock after okumura's death is because the PT don't know if they did anything wrong. but okumura was in no way a good person. he was in no way a person whose redemption overruled all the hurt and harm he did. that has been the case for EVERY PT target before this, so why the fuck is okumura suddenly so different? why SHOULD he be?

the difference between him and, say, akechi is that okumura et. al. all made those choices on their own to do terrible things. they delighted in it, they enjoyed it. but akechi, much like futaba, was forced into a cycle of self-destruction--it’s just that in futaba’s case, her self-destruction targeted herself, and akechi’s was quite literally weaponized and used against others. he approached shido as a young teenager and was then used by him for years.

a teenage boy being used as a magical hitman by his shitlord father is far more deserving of sympathy and redemption than grown adults who willingly make the decision to harm, abuse, and prey on others. but no, the game didn’t want to do that.

this is another big problem i have with p5's second and third acts: it's so tonally dissonant and sloppy. it's like they didn't try to actually be as rebellious and hellraiser-y as the first act WANTED to be, and it all ends up being such a limp-dick shriveled mess of "let's fight against this rotten society!! ......... as long as it in no way actually upsets anyone or does any REAL change." fuck off lmao

that's not me even commenting on the "twist" and how it needed to be explained MULTIPLE TIMES to the player for it to make any sense.

and it still doesn't make sense to me btw.

so that's another thing i hope p5r fixes.

-- rip evil dave thomas megamind.

-- akechi floating the idea to sae that the phantom thieves had nothing to do with okmura’s death is............................ interesting.

#this is the ask tag #p5 anime #some slight salt in this post y'all

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You belong with me

YoonKook AU based off the Taylor Swift song “You belong with me” cause I’m trash and shouldn’t be allowed to write stories lmfao.

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Yoongi can hear the yelling from his room. Its pretty hard not to. At least not when he’s become so attuned to listening.

Jeongguk is pacing his room when Yoongi looks over, phone against his ear and a frown marring his pretty features. Yoongi wants to march over there and run his fingers the crease in Jeongguk’s brow, maybe kiss him, maybe tell him he loves him, maybe cuddle him for hours to bring that adorable smile back, the one with his front teeth showing like a bunny.

But he can’t.

He shouldn’t.

Not when Jeongguk is arguing with his boyfriend.

Not when Yoongi and Jeongguk have been best friends – and neighbours – for years.

Not when Jeongguk doesn’t love Yoongi back.

He sits on his bed, glancing between the forgotten textbooks that lay before him and his window, watching as Jeongguk moves around in frustration. And Yoongi knows it’s frustration too. Has known the younger for long enough to distinguish the tense shoulders, the slightly narrowed eyes, the teeth chewing precariously on his lower lip. Jeongguk would do those things when they were younger, when a random other kid at the playground didn’t want to let him and Yoongi join their games. Or when he got a little older, and was grounded for the first time because he snuck out to go to a party.

A buzz startles Yoongi from his thoughts, cheeks flushing as he looks down to his phone, finding a text from his very own boy next door.

Gukkie 8:46pm

You look lost in thought :p

Yoongi glances up, eyes widening when he catches sight of Jeongguk sitting on his bed, head tilted to the side ever so slightly and – looking right over here. His heart does a swooping motion quickly, when he flushes and fumbles for his phone to reply, Jeongguk tilting his head back in a silent laugh.

Yoongi 8:50pm

Was just doing homework. ;;

Biting his lip, Yoongi watches as Jeongguk reads the text, nodding in understanding and moving to stand up.

With a brazen act of courage Yoongi didn’t think he’d muster, he quickly typed out another text before the other turned his attention away.

Yoongi 8:51pm

You ok?

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk almost dives for his phone, a little chuckle escaping as he peeks through his bangs, watching, waiting.

Jeongguk types furiously, tongue sticking out and making Yoongi’s breathe leave in one fallow swoop.

Gukkie 8:52pm

Yeah, I’m fine.

Just you know

Tired of all the drama. -_-

Jeongguk shrugs when Yoongi looks back up. He looks so tired. Shoulders sagged now that his frustration has manifested into exhaustion. Yoongi can only imagine what it’s like, being in his position.

Yoongi 8:54pm

I’m sorry ):

... I love you [Draft]

Delete Draft? [Yes] No

Draft Deleted.

When Yoongi gains the courage to look back up across the window, Jeongguk has already closed his curtains, the light dimming. Heaving a sigh, Yoongi flops back down on his bed. Why did he have to be such a coward? If he’d just told Jeongguk how he felt back in freshman year, back when Yoongi was Jeongguk’s whole world, being a year older and all that jazz, then things would’ve been so much different. Instead, he waited, feigning ignorance on his own damn feelings because he thought that Jeongguk wouldn’t leave him. He was a little nerdy, a lot dorky, and far too tall and skinny for his limbs to work properly. Yoongi had no doubt that he would be Jeongguk’s only friend going into his latter years of high school.

Except everything took a turn for the worst.

Or well, worse is a relative term in this case.

Because when Jeongguk arrived in high school, fresh off a summer of working out and puberty hitting him like a goddamn semi truck. The whole school wanted to be his friend. He suddenly had several after school projects, clubs and people that vied for his every second of extra attention. And because Yoongi was thoughtful, and considerate, he shook off Jeongguk’s apologies when he missed a hangout between them, when he cancelled on their weekly Saturday night impromptu piano classes, or when he stopped texting Yoongi back in general.

It was fine though, because they were still neighbours. They still walked to school together. Yoongi still waited at the bench on the curb between their houses for Jeongguk every morning, a book in his lap and music playing softly.

Everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

Not two weeks into Yoongi’s Junior year, Jeongguk’s sophomore year, when it happened.

Word spread quickly, and at first Yoongi didn’t believe it. He’d spent the latter half of summer vacation hanging out with Jeongguk like they used to, playing video games, Yoongi teaching Jeongguk the piano, or hanging out at the mall, gut loading each other with cheese fries and large sodas. So, it’s understandable that Yoongi chose not to believe the recent gossip. Simply shrugging when someone asked him for confirmation on the topic. Yoongi didn’t know the answer, because Jeongguk hadn’t told him anything since school started.

But then he saw them.

There they were, bold and smiling and oh so popular, flitting around one another with an ease that Yoongi wished he had with the younger.

Jeongguk and Jimin – Yoongi knew of Jimin, but never formally ‘met’ him because of conflicting interests, and you know, jealousy – took the school by storm. Everyone knew about them, or of them, or wanted to be around them.

It’s not that surprising how quickly news spread. Star Quarterback Jeon Jeongguk, holder of one city championship already and he was only in his second year of playing Football, was dating head Cheerleader Park Jimin, the dance prodigy turned Cheer captain that brought his squad to regionals two years in a row. Not only was Jeongguk not out, but everyone knew of him as a bit of a heart breaker, always having piles of girls confessing, but never any one that stuck.

Sure, Jeongguk went on dates with them, but it always ended with a chaste kiss on the cheek or something equally mundane and not at all sexual, and he’d move on to the next.

So to hear that he was now in a committed relationship with none other than loud and proud, LGBTQ advocate Jimin?

Yeah. Yoongi was baffled.

But considering his dwindling place in Jeongguk’s life, what with all the sports and dates and now his boyfriend, Yoongi chose to plainly ignore everything, and simply just keep his cookie cutter part of the deal.

Jeongguk wouldn’t just forget about him.

...Right?

---

Yoongi was sitting at the bench – their bench – early one morning, ear buds in and music loud. He was waiting for Hoseok to show up, being his ride and all that jazz, but had decided to wait outdoors instead of inside, since it was beginning to become chillier nights, this was a rare occasion to be able to sit outside and not freeze to death.

He was so engrossed in his music and novel that he didn’t even hear the door slam behind him, only jumping with a start when a pair of hands covered his eyes.

“-The fuck you think you’re do- Jeongguk?” Yoongi blanked, blinking deadpan as Jeongguk sat gingerly down beside him, albeit a little too close for Yoongi’s heart to handle without beating out of his chest, but beside him nonetheless.

Jeongguk opens his mouth and says something, eyes little crescents as he laughs after.

But Yoongi realizes blatantly that his music is so loud, that he didn’t hear what the other had sad at all. So he quickly ripped his ear buds out, in a haste he hopes the younger didn’t catch, and quietly asks what he’d said.

Jeongguk grins, before repeating, “I asked if I scared you?”

Yoongi bristles, cheeks heating instantly. “No.” He huffs, turning back to look at his book once more. “I was just distracted.”

Jeongguk hums, still smiling, as he reaches over and ever so slowly, tucks a stray strand of dull red hair behind Yoongi’s ear, grinning so wide his bunny teeth are the focal point of his face.

Yoongi feels his blush deepen, reaching his ears and back of his neck as his heart hammers painfully against his ribs. He should’ve worn a hat. Or something. Why did Jeongguk do that? Was the hair in his way? But Yoongi didn’t notice it until after the younger had moved it, so maybe he was just used to it by now. His hair was getting longer.

“Thank you.” Yoongi shyly says, chewing his lip as he looks up through his lashes. Jeongguk is still smiling, but there such a fond twinkle to his eye that Yoongi swears he’s never had while looking at Jimin.

Or you.

“So what are you waiting out here for?” Jeongguk startles him out of his thoughts again, throwing an arm over the back of the bench and letting his fingers play idly with a few strands of Yoongi’s hair. It’s a distracting aspect, considering Yoongi is trying so hard not to just lean into his hand, to further embarrass himself in front of the younger.

Clearing his throat and looking down the road, Yoongi tries to look as unaffected as possible. Tries being the operative word here. “Hoseok is picking me up, so I figured I’d wait outside today.”

Something passes across Jeongguk’s features quickly, but is gone before Yoongi can look too far into it. He’s smiling again, although his one is a bit more tight, a lot more forced than a few minutes ago. “Hoseok huh? You’ve seem to take a liking to him lately.”

Yoongi flushes again, sputtering for a response. “He’s in most of my classes, so he’s been helping me with stuff I can’t seem to understand.” Swallowing thickly through the tension, Yoongi quietly adds. “Plus, he’s been making an effort to hang out with me.”

Yoongi sees the exact second Jeongguk understands the underlying meaning behind his words. Sees the wave of emotion wash across his features in such a quick pace, he’s surprised Jeongguk doesn’t get whiplash.

Gone is the smiling, bunny like boy next door before him.

Here is the stoic, hard featured Jeon Jeongguk, who retracts the arm laying haphazardly against the back of the bench so quick, he almost hits himself in the face.

Yoongi wants to apologize.

Wants to turn back the clock and stay inside this morning.

But before he can get a word out, a car horn is blaring down the road.

Both Yoongi and Jeongguk turn to look at who’s arrival is so alarmingly loud at 8 in the morning. The screeching of tires is louder than the horn, the music even louder. The convertible comes to a stop before them, bringing forward a nasty smell of burnt rubber and gasoline. Yoongi crinkles his nose in disgust at the intrusion, rolling his eyes when Jimin honks again.

“Hey baby!” Jimin hollers, waving his tiny hand around like there is someone else Jeongguk might mistake him for.

Jeongguk sighs, but plasters a smile on his face and stands, not even throwing a fleeting look back at Yoongi. He shuffles into the candy red car, tossing his gym bag in the back that Yoongi was unaware he even had out here, before plopping down into the passenger seat. Not a second before his ass hits the upholstery does Jimin reaches out a hand, stubby fingers locking around the back of Jeongguk’s neck, pulling him down and into a kiss.

Something painful lodges itself in Yoongi’s throat as he watches, dumbstruck and unable to turn away as Jimin moans out a quiet sound. Red hot jealousy courses through his veins as he catches gaze with Jimin, who is smirking something wicked as Jeongguk presumably kisses his neck, tilting his head to the side and moaning a little louder at something the younger does. Yoongi tries. He really does. He tries to look away. To ignore the painful throb of his heart in his chest, to ignore the devilish glint in Jimin’s eye.

But he can’t.

The burning behind his eyes indicate just how close he is to tears though, so with a painful breathe, Yoongi stands, turning his back to the couple making out in the car.

Within seconds the sound of another vehicle breaks through the murky waters of Yoongi’s mind, alerting him of his own ride. Shaking his head to rid himself of nasty thoughts, Yoongi shot one last look at Jeongguk – who still had his face in Jimin’s neck, like how do you even breathe??? - before making his way down the road to Hoseok’s Jeep, hopping into the passenger seat with ease.

“Yo, Yoongles. What’s up?” Hoseok asks, obviously to the tension outside, unaware of Yoongi’s soured mood and dampening mental.

“Nothing much Hobi, how’s your morning?” Yoongi asks, leaning his head against the window as Hoseok pulls away, driving past the still – its a wonder Jimin’s neck isn’t spit covered and dripping with all that kissing – making out couple.

Jeongguk looks up from Jimin’s neck as they pass. A dark look in his eyes.

Yoongi pays no mind to Hoseok the rest of the way to school, and if the other notices, he sure doesn’t say anything.

---

When Yoongi arrives home, he’s not even surprised to see Taehyung lounging on his bed. The younger has been an avid part of Yoongi’s life since he helped him in pre-cal last year. Now Taehyung insists that he owes Yoongi his life – and in turn, his undying attention and affection.

As long as no one tells Taehyung that Yoongi actually really likes the affection, then everything is good.

“Hey Tae.” Yoongi says as his backpack drops to the ground with a thud, throwing his lithe body into the computer chair near his desk. “What do I owe this pleasure?”

Taehyung smiles wide, that boxy boyish smile Yoongi might have fallen in love with at one time or another, before hoping off the bed with ease. “We’re gonna give you a makeover!”

“We?” Yoongi quirks a brow, twirling around in his chair slowly. “And why are we doing this?”

Taehyung huffs, yanking the smaller male to his feet with ease. “Because! It’ll help with your confidence! And general self esteem!”

Yoongi opens his mouth to protest that his confidence is perfectly fine, but before he can, Taehyung adds:

“Plus I know you’re in love with Gukkie! So we’re gonna win his heart over! Got it? Good!” Yoongi feels his cheeks heat instantly, a bright burning feeling that matches the bright shade of the youngers hair before him.

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking – about.” He stutters, embarrassing himself more with the jumbled sentence. “Shut up.”

Taehyung’s tinkling laughter is bouncing off the walls as he meanders over to Yoongi’s closet, choosing to ignore the grumbling of the older. “Now see, I don’t know why Gukkie doesn’t just go for you instead of that attention whore Jimin.”

“Jimin is head cheerleader. It makes sense that they’re together.” Yoongi adds quietly, moving to sit on the bed and watch more closely as Taehyung begins to pull random clothing from the closet. “I’m on the bleachers.” He adds, shaking his head when Taehyung shows him a pair of leather pants with a grin. “C’mon Taetae. Jimin wears mini skirts and makeup! I wear band shirts and plaid.” He shakes his head again when Taehyung throws a pair of ripped up black skinny jeans on the bed beside him. “Jeongguk doesn’t like me, he doesn’t see me.”

Taehyung sighs, sitting down beside Yoongi and grabbing his hand. “Yoongi. Jeongguk likes you. Like a lot. I can see it. Hoseok can see it. The only people who don’t,” he presses a finger against Yoongi’s breastbone, a soft smile on his face, “is you and him. But we will make him see. He’ll wake up and find that you’re what he’s been looking for this whole time, alright?”

Yoongi sighs, a heavy breathe leaving him in a whoosh. He can’t argue with Taehyung, it’d be never ending and impossible to win. So he just bites his lip and nods, laughing when the younger pulls him up and pushes the skinny jeans into his arms. “I’ll try stuff on with you, ok?”

Taehyung’s laughter echoes through the room when Yoongi nods again, taking the jeans and heading to the closet.

Half hour later, and the pair are dressed in all black, Yoongi in a leather jacket while Taehyung rocks a blazer, each adorned with a thin black choker, giggling to one another as they dance around to the music blaring through Yoongi’s speakers.

Yoongi is so distracted by the dancing, singing, playing around with Taehyung that he doesn’t notice his phone go off, nor does he notice Jeongguk watching, a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.

---

It’s the night of a big game. Yoongi didn’t want to go. Him and Jeongguk were still not talking much, not even their nightly window texting charades were kept up in their tense few weeks. Taehyung insists that Jeongguk is just brooding, possibly jealous of Hoseok, or even Taehyung himself – even though the pair are best friends and spend more than enough time with one another.

Hoseok had diligently hoped on the ‘Get Yoongi and Jeongguk together’ bandwagon, even baking cupcakes for their weekly get together to talk strategy.

Taehyung and Hoseok had come over early on, carrying clothing and cheeky smiles as they pressed themselves into his room, ignoring his pleas and disapproval.

(“Gukkie is gonna love this look on you, I swear!” Taehyung had said while pulling Yoongi’s shirt off his upper body.

“It’s gonna be great, I promise.” Hoseok supplies, pulling out miscellaneous makeup items from a small pouch.)

So here Yoongi sat, squished between an excited Hoseok hollering at his friend who’s playing, and an even more energetic Taehyung, who’s clad in Namjoon’s jersey and covered in face paint, screaming his head off about his boyfriend being the best.

“Guys. I really don’t want to be here.” Yoongi whines, shifting around as he tries to nonchalantly look for a certain number 97. “Why can’t I just go sit at home? I have homework you know.”

Taehyung huffs, shaking his head. “You have all weekend to do your damn homework Yoongi! Enjoy yourself! We should be winning this by a long shot. So we’re gonna head to an after party at Jackson’s place, alright?”

Yoongi groans in response, shaking his head and making to stand up before the shrill sound of the whistle distracts him. Looking up with a quirked brow, he very easily finds Jeongguk among the crowd of players, helmet in hand and – looking right over here.

Jeongguk is looking at Yoongi.

Jeongguk is staring.

At Yoongi.

Yoongi blanks, mouth going dry as he stands, silent and not moving as the younger lifts a hand, waving slowly, a boyish smile gracing his beautiful features. Yoongi swallows hard past the lump in his throat, looking around quickly, scanning to see if Jeongguk was waving at someone else – anyone else. But Yoongi comes up blank, everyone around him distracted by something else, or watching other players.

A sharp elbow hits his ribs, pulling a pained gasp from Yoongi.

“You gonna stand there ogling all night? Or you gonna wave back?” Taehyung asks, wiggling his eyebrows when Yoongi glares down at him.

“He’s not even waving at me Tae! Shut up.” Yoongi fires back, hoping the darkening daylight is enough to cover his flushed cheeks. Sparing another glace to where Jeongguk is still standing and still staring, Yoongi finally sighs, raising a hand slowly and waves precariously back.

Jeongguk’s smile gets even brighter, before he nods slightly. And he’s putting on his helmet and running down the field to the rest of his team.

Yoongi’s heart is beating so loud, he hopes Taehyung and Hoseok can’t hear it.

They probably can.

---

Halftime comes with a loud cheer.

Their schools team is in the lead, by a fair margin at that, but Taehyung insists they will win. So Yoongi isn’t allowed to leave yet.

Hoseok leaves to grab more snacks, and to say hi to his friend quickly. Taehyung is bouncing in his seat, waiting patiently to see if Namjoon will come out to see him before the third quarter starts. Yoongi is just as nervous, for what? He’s not sure.

He watches idly as their cheer squad heads out to the middle of the field, situating themselves in well trained poses and lines. Yoongi sees Jimin give an order, before turning to the bleachers and smiling wide, eyes little crescents on his tiny face.

If he wasn’t such a bitch, Yoongi might’ve liked him too.

Jimin shouts out a command, and the music starts.

The squad starts, two members flipping forward while Jimin and another girl are tossed high up, landing on their feet with big smiles and even bigger poses. It continues like this for another 10ish minutes, before they start shouting out commands for the crowd to follow. Yoongi startles when a guy behind him bellows out a near shriek when Jimin says ‘everyone scream!’.

Then their done, and Yoongi watches as Jimin and his team make their way back to the chairs they were once seated on. Jimin turns right before making it back to the rows of chairs though, and begins chatting animatedly with a player from the other team.

Yoongi feels his blood run hot when he watches, idly and seething, as Jimin laughs brightly, head back and hand landing on the bicep of the random player. Random player guy reaches out then, a precariously placed hand on Jimin’s tiny waist. Jimin pushes into the touch, a darker smile covering his otherwise angel like features.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi whispers under his breath, knuckles so tight they’re white from blood loss. He doesn’t see them shaking, but he can feel it when he unclenches his fingers. How can someone who has Jeongguk, who’s been dating Jeongguk for years, be so outwardly flirting with a complete stranger??

“So I totally got to see Joonie before he went back in to get the pep talk from Gukkie and – hey, you ok?” Taehyung asks, fingers tentatively reaching out to pry Yoongi’s fingers apart, concern washing over his features quickly. “What’s wrong?”

Hoseok arrives back soon after, smile wiped clean when he takes one look at Yoongi, cheeks flushed red with agitation and fingers gone stiff and sore from their clenched position on his lap.

“Yo, what’s up with him?” Taehyung shakes his head at Hoseok’s question, hand rubbing slow circles around Yoongi’s back in hopes of easing the tension.

But Yoongi can’t seem to calm down. All he sees is red as Jimin leans closer to random player dude, eyes that same dark desire that they are when Yoongi catches a glimpse of him and Jeongguk in Jeongguk’s bedroom.

Yoongi wants to march down there and rip Jimin’s stubby little fingers off of the random guy, wants to shout in his face and scream and hit him and make him see how stupid and reckless he’s being with Jeongguk’s heart at this moment.

But Jeongguk shows up in his peripheral then, and Yoongi freezes.

“No no no, shit.” Yoongi stands quickly, pushing past Taehyung – who’s now even more confused, calling his name over and over but Yoongi ignores him – and makes his way to the steps leading down to the field. He has to get to Jeongguk. Has to stop him from seeing.

From hurting.

But as he hits the second last step, he hears it.

“Jimin?” Jeongguk’s voice is timid, like a scared animal. “Who’s this?”

Jimin sighs, Yoongi can hear the sound from where he stands, stalk still. It causes more anger to burn into him. To think, Jimin is treating Jeongguk finding him flirting with someone else as a chore.

“This is Jin! Isn’t he cute?” Jimin turns then, angel like smile back on his face. Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head as he goes to move down the steps again.

“What’s going on?” Jeongguk asks. Yoongi stops again. Jeongguk sounds so sad.

“Jin invited me to his after party.” Jimin replies, a little bounce in his step as he places a hand back on random player guy’s – Jin – shoulder.

“Are you serious?”

Yoongi looks up quickly, seeing the anger wash over Jeongguk’s features instantly. His fingers curl into fists, his eyes narrowing as he zeros in on Jimin’s fingers curling around the collar of Jin’s jersey. “What the fuck are you doing Jimin?!” Yoongi startles at Jeongguk’s raised voice, not loud enough to be heard from where he was formerly sitting with Taehyung and Hoseok, but from where he stood now, he could hear it loud as day.

Jimin’s smile turns sickly then, and his eyes narrow slightly. “I’m just talking Gukkie. Can’t you see that?”

Jeongguk grits his teeth, responding through his frustration. “Like you were just talking with Jaebum? Or what about when you were just talking to Kihyun?”

Yoongi gasps, watches from his perch on the steps as Jeongguk’s lower lip wobbles slightly, easy to miss if you weren’t watching. Jeongguk clenches his eyes shut tight, taking a deep, shaky breath, before letting it out even slower.

“You know what?” Jeongguk says then, quieter but more emotion. “Fuck this. I’m done.” He turns on his heel then, brushing off the hand Jimin reaches out and puts on his wrist.

“Gukkie wait!”

“Go to hell Jimin.” Jeongguk seethes, tossing his helmet down in anger and taking off towards the steps.

Right towards Yoongi.

Yoongi – for lack of a better word – freaks out then. His hand start to shake easily when Jeongguk is at the base of the stairs. His fingers itch to reach out when Jeongguk’s on the first step.

But Jeongguk brushes past him quickly.

Yoongi can’t tell if it’s imagination or not, but he swears Jeongguk had shiny streaks of wetness running down his cheeks, eyes bright.

“Jeongguk..” Yoongi turns, whispers into the air as he watches Jeongguk take off up the stairs, then over the railing and down the other side, out of view and probably breaking quickly.

“....Wait.” Yoongi whispers again, a tear escaping his burning eyes then. Yoongi hastily wipes it away and takes off up the stairs, determined to catch the younger before he leaves.

But as he reaches the top step, he catches sight of Jeongguk, face in his hands as he jumps into an awaiting car.

“Gukkie..” Yoongi reaches out, but the car is already turning away. “Wait for me, please.”

---

New spreads quick.

Star quarterback Jeon Jeongguk leaves in the middle of last nights game, breaks up with head cheerleader Park Jimin right before bolting!

Yoongi sighs at the school newspaper laying on the table, shaking his head and picking it up to toss is in the garbage.

Yoongi had made it home last night to find Jeongguk’s curtain closed, phone off and lights dark. He didn’t pick up any calls, nor did he even read the messages Yoongi had sent him.

Now the younger wasn’t even at school, and Yoongi would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. Jeongguk never missed class. At least not unless he was literally dying from an illness, but then he would let Yoongi know to get him his schoolwork.

Now though?

Jeongguk was ghosting everyone – Taehyung included – and now ditching class.

Yoongi clenched his teeth and ignored the pain flaring in his chest at the thought of the younger being in pain, of handling that pain alone.

Next time he sees Jeongguk, he’s going to talk to him.

Truthfully.

---

Jeongguk arrives back at school the following Thursday, dark shadows under his eyes looking closer to makeup or bruises than his normal, lively skin. Yoongi watches as he meanders through the hallway, pace slow like he doesn’t care where he goes or when he gets there. He walks behind him a little ways back, watching as he weaves in and out of the crowd, many people passing by him with loud whispers and pointing, staring unabashedly.

Jeongguk ignores them all.

Even the girl that steps up to him slowly, a flowery note in her hands as she shyly hands it off, cheeks pink and eyes on the floor.

Jeongguk looks down at the note, but shakes his head and hands it back, brushing past the girl even when tears start to fall.

Yoongi doesn’t talk to Jeongguk yet.

---

It’s prom night and Yoongi isn’t going.

Not that he doesn’t want to go. He does. Taehyung and Hoseok also want him to go, Hoseok even asking him as a ‘friend date’ but Yoongi declined.

Things were still tense at school, since Jeongguk and Jimin broke up. Jimin is handling it fine, already dancing around the school corridors, loudly talking to anybody that will listen about “Seokjinnie!”

Yoongi hates it.

Hates that Jeongguk still looks pale, face lack of colour and that pretty smile. Hates that Jeongguk is still sad when Jimin hurt him, used him, threw him away, and doesn’t seem to care at all about Jeongguk’s well being. Yoongi hates Jimin.

And where there’s a party, especially one this fancy and formal, there’s Jimin.

So here is Yoongi, music coming through his speakers, bouncing off the poster clad walls and ringing in his ears as he lounges on his bed, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, textbooks open and fingers poised with a pen. He’s trying to do homework (keyword, trying), but his mind keeps wandering.

There’s movement to his right, alerting his constantly active mind of Jeongguk’s presence in his bedroom, before the light gets turned on.

Yoongi watches idly, pen between his lips as Jeongguk flits around his room, looking quite frantic like he’s lost something. Yoongi smiles at his antics, tilting his head to continue watching. Jeongguk spins in a circle, before throwing his arms up in what Yoongi assumes is success before the younger disappears behind the wall.

With a shrug, Yoongi goes back to his work, ignoring the pitter patter of the butterflies in his stomach at seeing Jeongguk looking so alive again.

He’s only pulled from a particularly tricky math question by the sound of his phone going off.

Gukkie 7:14pm

You coming tonight?

Yoongi blinks down at his screen, once, twice, before looking over to his window and across, startling when he catches sight of Jeongguk standing there.

In a suit.

Holy shit.

Yoongi’s brain sort of short circuits, only a little bit, as he blankly stares at how the material stretches over his biceps with ease, makes his shoulders look wider and his waist look thinner and holy shit Yoongi might be dying.

Or dreaming.

Definitely dreaming.

His phone goes off again, and Yoongi jumps back to reality to bad, he throws his textbook off his bed with a loud thump.

Gukkie 7:16pm

Yoongi?

LMAO

Did you just

toss

your math textbook on the floor??????

Yoongi flushes bright red at the texts, hoping and praying Jeongguk can’t see the flush from where he stands. He shakes his head quickly, furiously typing back a response.

Yoongi 7:17pm

No >.>

And no.

Studying. :/

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk reads the messages with a small smile still on his face, but it slowly drops as he rereads the message, looking back up and pouting – literally pouting at Yoongi! - before typing again.

Gukkie 7:18pm

Oh.

I see.

Yoongi 7:18pm

...I love you [Draft]

Please don’t leave me. [Draft]

Delete Drafts? [Yes] No

Drafts Deleted.

Yoongi feels a painful tug on his heart. It’s not normal to feel this disappointed in himself, but with Jeongguk still pouting at him, it’s impossible not to feel down. Yoongi shrugs as Jeongguk playfully waves him over, but the younger finally heaves a visible sigh and waves once again before turning around and leaving his room.

Yoongi tries to rub the pain in his chest away with a few fingers on his breastbone, but with no avail.

Should he go?

Jeongguk was going alone, so clearly Yoongi can too.

He could call Hoseok up, maybe agree to his ‘friend date’?

But what if Jeongguk has a date he’s meeting there? Wouldn’t that be just the best for Yoongi’s health. Hype himself up so much that he gets even more crushed by going?

No thanks.

But what if Jeongguk is actually going alone? What if he’s going just cause he wants to go, and not because someone (read: Jimin) asked him to go? What if Yoongi went, and Jeongguk found him in the crowd? Would Yoongi be able to talk to him then? Or would he have to pretend he hasn’t been in love with Jeongguk for the past 6 years?

Before he could even think of an answer to his million questions, his phone pings again.

Gukkie 7:25pm

Wish you were here. <3

Yoongi stares down at his phone with his knuckles turning white around the device, breathing hiccuping as he tries to process how in the fuck he’s supposed to interpret that.

What if Jeongguk went just so Yoongi would follow?

Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat, and before his courage dissolves, he texts Taehyung.

Yoongi 7:32pm

Taetae!

SOS

I need your help!

---

“This is gonna be so much fun!” Taehyung’s shouting at this point, bouncing around in the car so much Yoongi can feel it moving so easily.

“Baby, you gotta relax.” Namjoon cuts in, hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and pulling him to sit down. “It’s just a formal dance, not a rave.”

“But Joonie! Yoongi is here!” Taehyung cries, but despite the pouting, he’s situating himself to be comfier in the confines of Namjoon’s big biceps, wrapped precariously in a suit jacket that looks a wee bit too tight on the taller male.

But Yoongi can’t complain.

“That’s right baby, but if you don’t stop, you’re going to end up kicking Yoongi in the face.” Namjoon chides, brushing a hand through Taehyung’s hair when the younger whines in response.

“I’m fine, thank you though.” Yoongi cuts in then, shaking his head with a smile when Taehyung grins that boxy boyish smile, nuzzling his face into Namjoon’s neck easily. “Taetae, what you are doing?” Yoongi asks, grinning at the pair.

Namjoon flushes, lips in a thin line as Taehyung continues to do something to his neck, but Taehyung just giggles instead of replying, nuzzling closer. Namjoon whines then, flushing darker red at the noise escaping.

Yoongi stifles a laugh at Namjoon’s noise of indignation when Taehyung backs off then, laughing uncontrollably beside the older.

“You are horrible Taehyung.”

“Sure I am handsome,” Taehyung grins, snuggling into Namjoon’s side as he says so.

---

“You came!” Hoseok says as he pulls Yoongi into a tight embrace, a smile so bright it rivals the sun adoring his lips when Yoongi pulls back.

“Yeah. Figured why not, right?” Yoongi shrugs then, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, even when he feels his neck break out in a cold sweat at the idea of being this close to Jeongguk after so many weeks of ghosting. “Where’s your date?”

Hoseok bellows a laugh, pointing somewhere behind him. “Soyeon’s off with her friends, ‘I need to fix my makeup Hobi!’ she said, but she looked fine to me.”

Yoongi grunts in lieu of responding, eyes snapping around the room quickly. He’s trying to not look for Jeongguk, but his body is positively buzzing with extra energy and Yoongi just can’t seem to sit still. Or well, stand still, but whatever. Hoseok seems to notice, even with Yoongi’s attempt to brush it off as nothing, before he smiles something wicked and jerks his chin to the left.

“He’s over there. Hanging out with Yugyeom and his friends.”

Yoongi feigns ignorance, shrugging when Hoseok guffaws at his shitty acting skills. “Who?” Yoongi asks, looking the opposite direction and chewing on his lip.

“Alright, whatever man.” Hoseok abides, but quickly shifts gears as he dusts invisible dirt off his outfit. “Wanna dance with me? You know, as payback for denying my request but still coming anyway?” Yoongi sighs, but nods, grinning when Hoseok bows low and grasps Yoongi’s fingers in his own, placing an exaggerated kiss on the back of it before rising.

“Hobi! Stop!” Yoongi chides, cheeks heating up as people steal glances at the duo.

Hoseok snorts as he drags Yoongi closer to the middle of the dance floor. “Alright, alright. Can’t make it seem like you don’t still have feelings for loverboy, can i?” He grins wider when Yoongi’s blush gets darker, sputtering a failed retort before sighing.

“By the way! You look fucking hot!” Hoseok says after the first song ends, his cheeks tinted pink with exertion.

Yoongi grins then, before shimming his body in a failed body roll, laughing when Hoseok chokes on his spit and begins coughing.

“Please never do that again!” Hoseok yells, face flushed from choking and dancing and probably something else. Yoongi just grins wider, and twirls around once more.

“Taetae picked it out.” Yoongi finally informed him, laughing when Hoseok nods in apparent agreement.

“When did you dye your hair?” Hoseok asks, pointing a finger to Yoongi’s head like he himself didn’t notice the sudden change from red to black. Taehyung had insisted that a new hair colour was needed to complete the outfit.

Which was why the three of them were over an hour late for the dance, but whatever.

“Earlier. Taetae said I needed a change, and I agreed.” Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair slowly, heaving a slow breath. “Does it look ok?”

Hoseok narrows his eyes. “Ok? Ok?? Yoongi! You look fucking amazing. Like holy shit I’m so upset at your for being so in love with Je-”

“With who?”

Yoongi freezes then. Hoseok swallows audibly. He’s looking at something – or someone – over Yoongi’s shoulder, but Yoongi doesn’t need a psychic to tell him who when he knows exactly who it is.

“Uh, nothing.” Hoseok chirps, before shooting Yoongi a dangerous look and excusing himself away quickly.

“Hoseok!” Yoongi shouts, but flinches when the voice behind him speaks again.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming?”

Yoongi turns slowly, eyes following the movement of his feet as he comes to stand in front of Jeongguk. His stance is casual, and his leg is bouncing, so Yoongi knows he’s getting impatient. He knows not to test the youngers patience either, seeing as how Jeongguk tends to get whinier and poutier when he doesn’t get what he wants.

“Yoongi?” Jeongguk asks again, taking a step forward but halting when Yoongi inhales sharply, heaving it out in a shaky exhale.

“Jeongguk. Hi.” He finally responds, eyes finally tracking upwards and landing on his collar bones. Not his face, but progress! Plus, they’re really nice collarbones. So who could blame him?

“I thought you weren’t coming tonight?” Jeongguk repeats his question, tilting his head to the side and causing his long hair to shift around his jawline. Yoongi swallows painfully slow, throat suddenly parched and raw.

“I decided to ignore my homework.” Yoongi says as innocently as possible, still not looking the younger in the eye. He sees Jeongguk shift again, arms fumbling for something to do, something to hold or touch.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He doesn’t sound mad. On the contrary, Jeongguk sounds sad, or even a little hurt that Yoongi didn’t think to alert him of his newfound desire to come to the prom.

Yoongi tries to backpedal, tries to gets words out past the sludge in his throat, past the numb feeling of his tongue but nothing works. He stands there, finally staring eye to eye with Jeongguk.

And he can’t do anything.

“Yoongi?” Jeongguk asks quietly, oh so quiet. Yoongi strains to here him, strains to ignore his body screaming at him to reach out. To touch. To hold. To confess.

Isn’t this what he wanted though? For Jeongguk to come see him at the dance? To prove that he’s here alone, and waiting. For what? He doesn’t know. If Jeongguk was here, and willing to search out Yoongi in the crowd of people dancing in this place, then clearly something drew him in. Right?

Right?

Yoongi opens his mouth, closes it, then reopens it. He needs to say something. Needs to tell Jeongguk how much he loves him. How much he means to him.

But before he can get a word out -

“Jeonggukkie!”

Jeongguk curses under his breath at the sound of Jimin’s high pitch squeal, shaking his head and turning on his heel to catch hold of the smaller male launching himself at Jeongguk.

“Baby! Hi! Why aren’t you dancing with me? C’mon!” Jimin hurries through his words, eyes glazed over a little like he’s been drinking.

Yoongi stifles a groan, holding back the dam of tears threatening to spill as he watches, quietly, behind the pair as Jimin surges forward and kisses Jeongguk. He turns then, away and ready to move, to leave or run or just find Taehyung and Hoseok and cry or something when Jimin gasps, catching Yoongi’s attention again.

“Jeongguk! What are you doing baby?” Jimin shrieks, tiny hands curled into fists as Jeongguk pushes Jimin away.

Yoongi gapes as Jeongguk shrugs Jimin’s touches off, shakes his head and turns back to where Yoongi is still standing, still watching.

“JEONGGUK!” Jimin cries then, voice so high it almost breaks glass.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at Yoongi, causing him to giggle abruptly. Jeongguk turns back quickly, but taking a step back – a step towards Yoongi – and shakes his head again. “I told you before Jimin. I’m done. So please. Just leave me alone.”

Yoongi watches, fascinated, as Jimin’s pretty face flushes a dark red, eyes narrowed into slits as he huffs out a whine, then turns on his heel (in heels) and storms off, not before pushing people out of the way in his wrath.

Jeongguk turns back to Yoongi then, and Yoongi just stares.

“Sorry about that.” Jeongguk rubs the back of his head, eyes downcast and cheeks pink.

He raises his eyes again, frowning when he sees the device in Yoongi’s hands, but when he goes to ask, opens his mouth and begins to talk, his phone goes off in his pocket. Silencing him easily.

Yoongi watches in muted distress. Jeongguk’s frown deepens as he reaches for his phone, brows furrowing as he slowly unlocks it. Yoongi is beginning to panic when he sees the screen light up – Jeongguk’s homescreen picture an image of him and Taehyung, squished together and smiling wide. Yoongi isn’t jealous. Not at all. But right now, Yoongi is freaking out. Jeongguk presses his thumb on the messages app, and reads the text.

And rereads it.

And again.

Yoongi 8:54pm

I love you.

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk looks up quickly, opens his mouth to reply, but clearly thinking better of it as he snaps his jaw shut and glares down at his phone, typing quickly.

Yoongi is about to turn on his heels and bolt when the phone in his hands pings with an alert.

Oh shit.

He doesn’t want to see. He doesn’t want to see the rejection. Clear as day. Written out for him in bold letters and a pretty background. Doesn’t want to feel his chest be ripped open in front of all these people – all his peers, his friends, his crush.

But Jeongguk’s eyes are pleading, and Yoongi can’t say no to him no matter how hard he tries.

Gukkie 8:57pm

I love you.

Yoongi gasps. Jeongguk surges forward.

The background people become a blur, the noise muted. Yoongi watches in stilted silence as Jeongguk takes one, two, three steps and is face to face with him instantly. He’s looking down at Yoongi with so much adoration, so much want, so much love. Yoongi feels his chest blossom, with love, with pride, with a smile and a giggle, with a young boy who was too shy to talk to anyone but his next door neighbour, with a fearless quarterback that handled a broken foot like a champ.

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk reaches forward, fingers tentative as they search out his face, his cheeks, his jaw, his soul.

Jeongguk smiles then, and his eyes are wet and Yoongi can’t seem to get a word out.

So he does the next best thing.

He uses courage he didn’t think he mustered and surges forward on his own, crashing his lips against Jeongguk’s smile and never letting go.

Jeongguk stills for a second, two, then gains his courage back, and kisses Yoongi back.

He kisses Yoongi back.

#bts #yoongi #jungkook #Jimin #yoonkook #kookgi #yoonkookau #taylor swift song #friends to lovers #mutual pining #confessions

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survivethearctic · 8 years ago

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SAM’S JURY SPEECH

I think with this game constantly going to rocks and changing targets the majority was ever changing. What did you do to keep yourself in the loop and part of that changing majority?

And in case that's not enough, give everyone on the jury a genuine compliment (and I mean genuine not just "icon, Queen omg").

Roxy’s Response: Hey sam :) I know you probably aren’t considering voting for me and you have your winner clear in your mind but I’d like you to at least consider my game. The thing about my game is: I didn’t really need to stay in the loop to survive. And when i did i was in the loop. The moment i became in the loop was the day i started tryna get you out and jay went out instead. how was i in the loop? i had carson as a loyal ally to tell me things like how nicholas voted with us and not pippa. I was aware who was close to who. nicholas x carson sam x pippa sam x nicholas ( a bit) sarah —> sam but sam still wanted her out lmfao mostly cause of pippa i feel.

Before i didn’t really need it. I didn’t need to vote in majorities. If i needed it i would’ve been out long ago! but I’m in f3. I was aware when i needed to be. I was utr when i didn’t need to play it up and overplay! Why did i need to be part of rocks knowledge? lol rocks are dumb they are risky! you can loose your closest allies! the goat can leave ur f2 can leave. Why on earth would i wanna be part of a rocks pact? The only time i was aware of rocks was the day jay left. Getting you out was something i thought was important so i decided to risk it going to rocks to try getting you out. There was no logic to keeping you in. you were part of a side i wasn’t part of. we barley talked and when we did it was made clear we didn’t see eye to eye. before that vote. i didn’t need any of it! i was aware pre merge through shea and through my alliance with sarah and kjay and i was aware of darain’s targets (lol he was super vocal about them) and when it was time to stop being utr, the day my meat shield got voted out, that was the day i became aware. carson came to me and suggested to vote sarah out. she was my ally she was in an alliance with shea and i. I led votes on the game’s threat or at least the game’s threat’s ally (pip is the threat). Pip told me she voted you. through carson and sarah i learnt that it was nicholas who voted with us. more from carson. now lets think about that fact. I learnt more about the game from the guy i allied the day before than from the girl i was allied with since day 1? i was able to form a bond with someone and make myself seem trustworthy enough to depend on and to share information with after only 1 day of talking?!?! now who says i got no social!! When votes started flipping on carson i knew but i vote with carson 1. to stay loyal and 2. in hopes there was any chance of saving him. even though he was gone i was still law aware. everyone’s targets were clear in my eyes. when i wanted you out over pip cause i knew you were better at challenges and pip deserved at least 4th place and sarah wasn’t up for that? i was informed about it by nicholas. when i didn’t need info i didn’t need it. i didn’t search for it. when i did need it it came to me and fell on my lap! i didn’t even ask for the information! ppl just came to me! lmfao.

rob: I talk to you now and you are geunanley super fun to talk to. You are smart and fun and I’m sad we never got the chance to work with in this game. I hope to become close to you cause i see a best friend in the making.

Jay: you are chilled cool dude. loyal to your allies and admirable for your sacrifice for sam. You are fun to talk to and you were fun to be hosted by. You seemed to have a solid game with solid allies. unfortunatley i wasn’t in the position to be one of them since we started the game in starkly different situations.

Julia: you are honestly so beautiful. not looks bu personality. Yo usay what is on your mind and you don’t take shit. i admire you and the moments we genunaley talked were the highlights of my game. Being your fight buddy was fun. being your ally was fun. I enjoyed sharing the same name with you although julia isn’t my real name lmfao.

Carson: oh god mate where to begin. I owe you so much. Im so glad we made up from wonderland. In wonderland i was too stubborn and only saw one target on my mind. i wasn’t foexible enough to let myself work with those from the other tribe because i feared the numbers and the premades. Im so gal dee were able to work if even for one tribal in this game. You were edu not talk to and a great ally while it lasted! You were the kick i needed in this game and I’m happy to finally be able to call you my ally in a way i wasn’t able to in wonderland!

Stevie: I honestly don’t really know you. I can’t praise you with false praises when idk what makes you you. I hope to change that going forward since we are in a new game together. I hope to see what your allies saw in you and why people wanted to keep you around as long as they did :)

Shea: seriously. no words describe what you mean to me. you are my no 1 since arabia. you fought through many orgs with me and i can’t than your loyalty enough. Its not meta our friendship. every game you are a blast to talk to. seeing you get further and further each game excites me. slapingthe haters is my hobby. You are beautiful boy and I’m so glad to have met you. You are gonan win a game one day because you deserve it. You will probably even win one before me! I hope that even after our org passions die we can remain close!! Take care of yourself and find something irl that makes you happy <3 l u

ryan: From the few convos we had i really enjoyed em. you say lol like me which is iconic . I didn’t really get to know you too well. We didm really get to be too deep of allies. But you seem like a great person.

Pip: honestly i really enjoy your company. when we talk i have fun. I enjoyed our time together when it lasted. even when we weren’t on the same side you were fun to talk to and you were amazing to watch. you slayed so bad and i admire you so much. we tend not to talk much pre merge and start of games based on the past games with played. idk why we didn’t get too into each other at the start. it was osorta awkward at first but as we got deeper into the game it was easier to talk with you. and i feel like i got to know you a bit! hope to get to know you as a person more though because still have a lot to learn from you!!

sam: The few times we talked you seem super kind. You were kind and bright and intelligent. You had a way with people and you were able to have peole so loyal to you they risked rocks for you. because of this i tired to talk with you but we never were able to see eye to eye and I’m sorry that the game’s scenario’s didn’t allow us to be closer. We started off on diff tribes. random.org even put you at the bottom of my favs list during the first swap lmfao and yet you still managed to be in the most liked group. says something about you as a person :P I’ll pray for another game with you and this time we might have scenarios where we can depend on each other! id love to see how that feels :)

Sarah’s Response: Heres the thing. I knew there were people in this game that would always be the first to throw out a name. I knew who they would tell, and I always made sure I was close with the people surrounding me. It has been proven on multiple occasions that Pippa decided the vote. She was always the first to throw out a name, and we always did a recourse of that. Either going with her, or going against her. For the majority of the time up until the Jay vote it was with her. Vs after that when I really started to go against what she was saying. Its always good to just keep your enemies close, which is exactly what I did for the majority of merge. While Pippa was calling the shots and painting a target on her back. I kinda just sat back and made moves to counteract that when needed be.

Here are some compliments coming your way so watch out http://i0.kym-cdn.com/entries/icons/original/000/021/971/saltybae.PNG

Rob: For someone of your age, you play these games exceptionally well. You always give me a run for my money and I can tell you have so much drive and passion for these games and you are always improving with every game you play.

Stevie: I always have a blast working with you in these games and getting to know you more and more. TB TO WHEN YOU U WERE THE ONLY ONE THAT DRAFTED ME IN R&R!! MY ONLY TRU SUPPORTER Never forget as well, that you are a true cutie pie.

Ryan: I have said this in my ROP but for someone who played his first game you did SO WELL! Honestly you did better than me in my first game and I am so proud of you. You were loyal (which I totally appreciate and respect) and you went down swinging! Good job man! :~) [3/14/17, 3:07:52 PM] Sarah: Julia: Ive played bangladesh with you, ive played this game, and india. Honestly I love playing with you sometimes more than I like playing with Ned. You are super loyal and are extremley hilarious. We just connect super well and you're just one of my favourite people in this community. p.s next time you get drunk on a call with me and karen PLEASE LEARN TO GET OFF AND NOT COCK BLOCK ME BINCH (is this going in a text post? oh well idc) :~)

Jay: I said this in my ROP but I am so glad I met you! Youre someone I def love in this community because you seem like a standup, genuine guy. Youre funny to talk to and you and I just mesh so well together.

Carson: Your motivation is ridiclous. When something knocks you down you get up, dust yourself off and punch back ten times as harder. I appreciate and respect people like that. I really do. I'm susprised you're not sitting in ftc rn thats how motivated you are.

Shea: YOU ARE THE SWEETEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET. I am not kidding. Youre always happy and even when you're not, you still give off that vibe. I legit was so gravitated towards you and your personality throughout the game I was like!?!? omg. Seriously youre a cutie. Oh hot damn

Pippa: Hi pips, youre such a strong player that it scares me. You had the physical and social and strategic down pat in this game. So much so that I felt intrigued but mildly threatned. Pls take it as a compliment because not a lot of people threaten me. Strong strategic girls are my kink truly and if our roles were reversed I would have had a hard time not voting for you to win. I honestly think youre gr8 af

Sam: You said not to call people queens, but honestly.....you and I both know you are one. Whenever you and I play a game together were either facing off against eachother or working together and its fun to have the push and pull in our friendship. You are so smart and strategic that I legit want to copy some of your moves from previous games, thats how much I look up to you. Seriously you amaze me with how youre always able to make it to the top. UHM HELLO I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION how GORGEOUS you are

Fucking Nicholas’s Response:

#final tribal council #jury speech #survivoronice

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