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moo-nstone · 4 years ago

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questions i have for the signs

libra suns – do you learn a lot from observing other people’s behaviours? because libras do so well in group settings, and they value their emotional intelligence and ability for being likeable a lot. once, a libra sun man came up to me and just told me that he learned a lot of his behaviours from observing others and that’s how he learned better coping mechanisms/better ways of expressing himself and his emotions. at first, i found that absolutely preposterous because as someone who’s always focused so much on my own individuality and authenticity, the thought of taking aspects from other people just repulsed me, but the more i think about it, the more it makes sense – after all, there’s so much to learn from others and since observational skills are so important, why not use them to better ourselves?

also, to my libra suns once again – how the hell have you managed to build a reputation for being stable and peaceful? i swear every libra i’ve ever met was absolutely unstable – the type to throw their phones on the wall during arguments, to randomly go up to me and start psychoanalysing me, to immediately go confrontational mode no matter if they were in the middle of class, simply because they couldn’t leave shit unresolved. i’ve noticed your tendency for playing devil’s advocate in every situation in the name of “fairness” has you being VERY confrontational. it’s kinda refreshing not gonna lie.

now, ladies.. have we noticed how misogynistic cancer sun men can be or am i losing my mind? i swear to god i’ve never met ONE in my life who didn’t have extremely sexist opinions. even the ones who seem like great people and who get along with everybody – they still think that girls who sleep around casually have no self-respect and that sex workers are disgusting. also, hating on girls for doing the buss it challenge and for posting pictures where they’re showing skin and feeling themselves? saying they’re sluts? as if they’re not the same men who click on those videos? not only the misogynist part, but also extreme anger issues that come out at the most unexpected times. i believe it’s their traditionalist views and their hatred for their own femininity that has them projecting their insecurities onto other women. either way, cancer men terrify me. perhaps it’s that my father’s a cancer and he’s the blueprint of all terrible men in my life, or perhaps cancer men really are batshit crazy. either way, please change my mind lol there are probably some good ones out there but my experience has me believing otherwise

pisces mars – (18+) do you get pleasure from simply pleasuring your partner? i do this and i feel like it’s to a point where it’s toxic, every time i’m the one receiving i’ll be thinking about how i could be using this time to pleasure them instead, even if it feels really good. i don’t know what it is but the act of knowing i’m making someone feel good feels 1000 times better than everything else, it feels my soul and i think it’s a pisces mars thing. it’s crazy because it’s only in sexual matters, in day-to-day basis i’m very assertive but in bed i’m extremely submissive and just want to fulfil all of my partner’s needs. do you also have very intricate sexual fantasies that you’re constantly thinking about? also, are you masoquistic? i’ve seen other pisces mars talking about this, about how they get off on pain a lot and it makes me feel less alone. it might also relate to lilith in the 12th house because it indicates mixing pain with pleasure + escapism through fantasies + some very extreme fetishes like r*pe-play. let’s start this discussion lol

leo placements – how does it feel like being the baddest bitches alive? serious answers only. also stop making me fall in love with you it’s annoying

capricorn/scorpio suns, do you gravitate a lot towards one another? im a capricorn and i attract a lot of scorpio placements, and scorpios are the people who bring me the most intense personal transformations. it’s also definitely because i have scorpio in the 8th, but either way, i feel like these two signs attract each other like crazy because they’re the darkest signs. scorpio simbolizes death while capricorn simbolizes the devil, they’re both so difficult, complex and drawn to dark topics that i feel like it’s a match made in heaven – or hell. i’ve also observed that the most powerful power-couples in media are always relationships between capricorns and scorpios, too.

moon in the 10th house natives – do people baby you a lot? i feel like i’ll just be walking down the streets and my friends will be screaming at me to be careful like i’m a 5 year old, or offering to do things for me, or feeling an inherent need to supervise me as if i’ll get in deep shit if i’m left alone for more than 5 minutes LOL but i do think it’s something about this placement. moon in the 10th indicates being very emotional and getting easily overwhelmed, also a lot of charisma and being very sensitive when it comes to personal relationships. also the way we radiate authority makes others unconsciously be more obedient towards our needs, and we have a very strong need to protect others and create a family within our friend groups, which might be creating these dynamics.

leo suns/moons/risings – do you feel like having a low self-esteem quite literally contributes to the deterioration of your physical health? i think there’s such a stark difference between when you’re feeling insecure and in an unhealthy relationship vs when you leave the toxicity behind and work on your self-confidence, there’s an immediate glow up, like you’re literally glowing and it shows.

gemini suns – why do so many people hate you? even people who know nothing about astrology will say they hate geminis. genuine question because geminis are one of my favorite signs. i think it’s something about the way you easily adapt to other people’s personalities and mirror their energy, so you’ve built this reputation for being two-faced when you’re literally just.. socially intelligent.

air moons – how tf can you turn your emotions off? what do you mean using logic instead of feelings i will literally unalive myself

capricorn moons – how does it feel like having healthy coping mechanisms? oh wait, it’s not like you’d know LMFAOOOO

scorpio mars – are you as sexual as people portray you to be or do you feel a bit weird about the way people talk about you? because people always talk about scorpio mars as this sex machines, but like.. scorpio’s a water sign. very sensitive. i’ve noticed you guys literally avoid having sex with people because it’s like giving them a part of your soul, and you know you’ll get extremely attached to them afterwards. is sex a casual thing for you or can you only feel satisfied when there’s an emotional connection established? this goes for all water sign mars by the way.

scorpio risings – do you only listen to music that you feel has a deep meaning? my brother is a scorpio rising and he prides himself a lot on his music taste and how deep the music he listens to is. and as an aries rising im just like.. sir i listen to doja cat because hearing her sing about sex and fat tiddies makes me happy

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years ago

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The Text

A/n: I don’t know if she wants to be tagged but this is a commission for a lovely friend of mine. I hope she likes it.��

Summary: You’re fine with just being friends with Taehyung....until you get the text, that is.

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, vaginal fingering, mentions of sex, a little filth, a little feelings, reader;’s friend is me but listen it was a specific request

Word Count: 2094

The text you receive from the man you've had an on again off again sexual relationship with for months is a peculiar one, as they go.

You've gotten a few interesting ones over the past few months, some nearly incoherent when he'd gone out with friends, but they'd all had a common thread: sex.

Although you'd entertained the idea of something more, especially in the beginning, after time when he'd never seemed to want anything more, leaving early in the morning after a night together and maybe a couple breakfasts or lunches, never anything that could be considered a date.

You're not even friends, exactly, more like... acquaintances with benefits.

You're fine with that. You really are. Mostly.

Maybe sometimes you watch the line of his jaw when he's sleeping, count the eyelashes across his cheekbones, but in your defense, he's ridiculously handsome. Taehyung is friendly and affectionate after sex and before, but he's that way with everyone, all his friends and even acquaintances that he's fond of, you know it doesn't mean anything.

Does your heart skip a beat when he calls you jagiya casually, when he catches your waist as you walk by, presses his face into your stomach and hugs you? Maybe.

But it isn't what that smallest part of you hopes it could be, and you've accepted it. You think.

Until you get the text.

When you get it, you're not even thinking about him. In fact, you haven't thought about him almost all night, ever since your friend introduced you to her new boyfriend's best friend.

She's been single longer than you have, and you're shocked when she abruptly changes her status on Facebook to "in a relationship" with pierced Im Changkyun, a man she'd brushed off as being "young and dumb but wicked hot" when she's first started sleeping with him.

A month later at her birthday party, she's all heart eyes and goofy smile and she still calls him dumb but with the softest voice.

"You're in love," you say to her, dumbfounded, when she beckons you into the kitchen to help her open the fifth bottle of wine at her party.

"I know, it's so fucking gross," she says cheerfully, leaned over to grab a bottle of red.

"I'm happy for you," you say, and you try to mean it, you really do.

She chuckles as she opens it. "You hate me a little, and that's valid. But listen. He has a friend-"

"No." You say firmly, and she continues like you've said nothing and you put your hand over her mouth to stop you.

"Y/n, he has dimples," she continues, muffled, and you slowly drop your hand.

"Go on."

"He'll be here in a bit, he's so much fun, he's a Libra-"

"You know I don't know what that means," you sigh, exasperated.

"You're gonna love him, trust me."

"I'm still kinda-"

She holds up a hand. "Do not say you're still seeing that adorable fuckboy, he's so pretty but he's never gonna be your boyfriend, babe."

"I don't want him to be my boyfriend."

"Oh so we're lying? Is that what we're doing?"

You roll your eyes and drink half a glass of wine.

You're considerably buzzed after another glass when he shows up and boy she was right, he really does have dimples.

When you introduce himself, he smiles and you almost drop your wineglass.

"Jooheon. But you can call me honey." He winks at you and you wonder if this is what she means by Libra.

He's charming and funny and man, those dimples and for once, Taehyung isn't even in your thoughts.

Them your phone dings and you absent mindedly check it.

Taehyung: You got a boyfriend now?

Oh. Oh. That's new. Not the text itself, you've gotten texts like that from other men, ones who were a bit territorial, and on its own, you know it doesn't mean anything.

But from Taehyung?

Not once in all the time you'd known him had he been territorial or jealous in any way. You'd gone out to clubs together and you'd danced and flirted right in front of him and he hadn't batted an eye, even later when you ended up in bed together.

Your eyes dart around the room and when you see him, he's watching you with dark, half lidded eyes on your friend's loveseat. Not surrounded by people, like usual. Alone, wearing this white button up that's half unbuttoned and an empty wineglass in front of him. He looks a bit rumpled in a way you haven't seen him look, maybe even drunk.

He doesn't react when you lock eyes, face passive, but something's different.

"Y/n?"

Jooheon's voice brings your attention back, and his brow is a bit furrowed.

"You okay?"

"Good," you choke out. "I'm good. Just...work," you lie.

Instead of texting him back, you pointedly put your phone in your lap and go back to texting Jooheon.

In less than ten minutes, you hear your phone ding twice more, and you can't help the thrill that races through you.

Jooheon looks down at your phone during a lull in conversation.

You smile. "I'll just check. It's like they can't live without me."

Taehyung: Just curious. And then, three minutes later: You ignoring me now?

You feel oddly victorious and powerful. You text back quickly: I'm a little busy.

You see him on his phone in your peripheral vision, see him sit up, shoulders stiffening, but you stay focused on Jooheon, talking a bit more about your work and he's listening actively, leaned forward toward you.

He's asking you what you like to do in your free time and you feel a little thrill at the prospect of him asking you out and that makes you feel a bit better about things.

It isn't as if you can't be attracted to anyone else but Taehyung, it turns out, just that you hadn't focused on anyone else since you'd met.

Your phone goes off once more and you check it after a moment, trying to appear nonchalant.

Taehyung: You think he can make you cum like I can?

You feel a jolt of heat down your spine. Well, that's an escalation. It's cocky, though, and as much as it turns you on it kind of pisses you off, too, so you text back: Guess I'll see.

You put your phone back in your lap and lean forward to put your hand on Jooheon's knee.

"Sorry," you apologize.

Jooheon smiles at you and puts his hand over yours. "No worries."

He is awfully handsome, and it's easy enough to fall back into conversation with him.

Jooheon is distracted by someone coming up to speak to him, and you can't help your gaze going back to Taehyung. He's slumped back against the couch now, glass of wine magically refilled, and he's still staring at you, blank faced, but instead of half lidded like before his eyes seem bigger, somehow, wide and darker than usual.

It's intense, that look, and not one you've seen before unless he was fucking you, looking down into your eyes in that intimate way he had.

Your phone dings again and you look right away, unable to wait now that you weren't distracted by Jooheon.

Taehyung: I didn't like seeing you touch him.

Your heart seizes in your chest and suddenly it's not as fun anymore. You're thinking about what it all means and having to think about how you actually feel and....

You're staring at your phone and thinking of how to respond to that when Jooheon touches your hand.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks, and you nod, swallowing hard.

"I need a refill," you say, and when he raises an eyebrow at your half full glass, you gulp it down. "Be right back."

Before he can offer to refill it for you, you stand and bolt for the kitchen, running from the way you can feel Taehyung's eyes on your back and the way your real feelings seem to be rising in your throat.

Half of you hopes your friend is in the kitchen so you'll have someone to bounce this off of, but it's empty and you sit your glass on the counter, taking in a deep breath.

When you hear footsteps you stand up straight, and you hear him before you turn around, his tone calm and steady, like always.

"You didn't mean that, did you?"

You close your eyes, turning to face Taehyung, bracing your hands behind you on the counter.

"Mean what?"

He takes a step toward you and you brace down harder on the counter, willing your heart to stop racing.

You really wish he wouldn't look at you like that, somehow passive and hungry at the same time, you've never met a man so difficult to read.

"When you said, 'Guess I'll see.' You didn't mean that." It's not a question, this time. He takes another step closer.

"Who says I didn't mean it?" Your voice sounds stronger than you feel.

Taehyung swallows visibly. "I do."

This time, he doesn't sound so sure, and it does something to your heart.

You shrug, hoping it seems nonchalant.

"He might ask me out."

Taehyung shakes his head, huffing out a breath. "You'll say no."

"I like him," you say, honestly, and he just keeps staring into your eyes and it's making it hard to breathe.

He shakes his head again. "Don't say that."

His voice is softer, less sure, and he takes another step, close enough that he could lean down and kiss you with a tilt of his head.

His hands come to your hips slowly, as if he thinks you might push him away but you can't move. You don't want to, damnit, as much as you'd love to believe you did.

When he lifts you onto the counter your arms go around his neck instantly, it's like second nature, and he lets out a long breath as if he's been holding it.

You expect him to lean down and kiss you, hungry and possessive, but instead he just presses his forehead to yours.

"I don't want you to like him," he says in that low, soft tone.

"Why?" You ask, nearly breathless, and that's when he kisses you, slow and deep but somehow needy at the same time.

His fingers dance at the inside of your thigh before he hooks his thumb into your panties, barely brushing across your clit and making you gasp into his mouth.

"I can make you cum harder," he murmurs against your ear. "I can be better."

Instead of cocky and arrogant like his text sounded, it sounds like a promise, a plea, and you wonder if you've gotten it wrong, all this time.

"Taehyung," you say his name softly and he makes this little pleased sound in the back of his throat, presses his thumb against your clit before dipping two fingers inside you, too shallow, teasing. "Taehyung."

“Do you still like him?” He presses his fingers up against that rough spot just inside your cunt that makes pleasure shoot up your spine.

“I do,” you admit, and his shoulders slump, head dropping against your shoulder as if he’s tired, exhausted even.

Before he can back away, you press your hand over his, pressing his fingers deeper inside you.

“But I think I’m in love with you.” Your voice is shaky, but the way he presses his lips to your neck makes the confession feel less vulnerable.

“Thank God,” he mumbles, moving to kiss along your jawline. “You were driving me crazy, jagiya.”

It makes it all seem different, his casual use of that petname, the way he turned his face into your stomach after grabbing you around the waist, as if you’ve gotten it all wrong all these months.

Later, when he’s looking down into your eyes with that same intense look he’s been giving you for months, it all seems to make sense.

When he moves his mouth to your throat, making big, sloppy marks there, you tug at his hair to make him look at you, and he bucks inside you.

“Taehyung. You have to say it.” You insist, firmly.

He pauses, face blank, and then a big, boxy smile breaks across his face. “I’ll text you.”

You’re laughing into his mouth when he kisses you again but when you wake up the next morning with him sleeping soundly on his stomach beside you, you check your phone.

Taehyung: I love you. I love you. I love you.

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survivorbehemoth · 4 years ago

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Episode #1: “brb gotta go to dinner” - Logan

This is literally the worst possible outcome, I would know the 10 fkers on the other tribe and only know of like 2 people on this tribe, sayonara it's a wrap a mere 5 minutes after the cast reveal concluded.

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Omg! So this game started and i landed on a short witches tribe.. Maybe we are short but the humor around Helgamine is definitely tall. Love my tribemates! They are a bunch of really chill and fun to talk to people. At this stage of the game my goal is to get a good grasp on the already existing pre-game relationships within people. This knowledge will allow me to know what to say and to who. Other than that i'm focused on developing bonds with people without approaching them with gametalk. A pretty slow start for me, i don't need at all to jump into making alliances left and right. It's the beginning so its important to just leave a good (and non threatning) impression on my tribemates.Those people seem to want to CALL a lot during the day JASHDKGAHD and i'm still exhausted from study group calls for exams so.. i'm not gonna be trying to do a lot of that. I'm however really excited for what's this game is going to bring up <3

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Gonna do my own first impressions as well, to put some of my thoughts together.

Daisy - oh how i love her.. She's so positive and adorable. We have a pending plan for a call and I'm really looking forward to it. She's more experienced in discord ORGs than me and we are both BaR winners so.. we gotta work together. At least for now. She seems like someone that would be a bigger threat than me down the road.. I feel like we have a potential to work together well and I'd want to establish a duo with her and be partners in crime in this tribe. <3

Scott - OMG the only person in this whole cast that i actually knew before this game? we didn't talk in like 4 years but when i saw him in this cast i literally gasped. I enjoyed catching up with him and he is definitely someone i could see myself aligning with. Yesterday we shared each other concerns about a mention of alliances and alliance calls. And neither of us introduced gametalk with other tribemates. He also mentioned that he wants me to be his #1 in this game. And i'm digging that!

Rob - OKAY our conversation on day 1 was p much awkward.. We have a mutual friend from the fb org and he was mad at me for winning an ORG over her and he literally didn't hestitate on letting me know that.. But we talked a lot yesterday and found out many common interests. He wants us to be like Fenella and Shonee and i mean why not? I really like talking to him but i'm not sure if i can trust him yet. He's the first person that reached out to me about doing a call and we did one today LMAO i had a lot of fun. He's definitely very social so keeping him as close as possible to me can only bring me some benefits. stan him tho <3

Seamus - Someone who i saw around forever but never had any opportunity to talk or meet his ass. i just vibe w/ his clowny personality and already called him a caveman and a half british. <3 hoping to build a good connection here.

Logan - Funny and very active. He definitely stands out as he talks the most in the tribe chat and plans all the tribe calls. We had some good convos so far, mainly about total drama. Love watching his videos for this immunity challenge KSAJDHG but other than that i'm not sure how i feel about him but i would like to get close to him and work together when the game gears will switch on

Jules - She's so adorable and our talks are very cute but... they don't happen very often. And she's not really contributing in the challenge so far which i really hope is going to change because in case we lose i fear that people will view her as an easy prey for the first boot? I hope that won't be the case and that she's going to snap cuz i think she's lovely and i enjoy our conversations.

Conor - Didn't have much to write about him until today. He just dyed his hair to the same color i got last summer so we have no choice but to stan. For real tho, we are the only europeans on this tribe (maybe even entire game?) but i don't have much to say about him. Curious how he will approach the game once we are forced to start playing.

Gage - Hmmmm! I like him, but don't really have any kind of trust towards him. He's just quite flirty and the flow of our conversations is weird/forced? I can't stop thinking abt Dean Kowalski and Spencer whenever he messages me.. It's like he's their survivor child.

Vincent - Great he immediately brought up his twin brother with who i played twice and ended him... twice as well. I literally have no idea how or what to talk about with him :/

Hmm the challenge is almost over

I definitely wasn't a challenge MVP by any means. I think everyone but Scott outscored me. But I did a lot better than I could have expected at the challenge start. 65 points isn't a Dooze-level score but it's a lot better than the 30 points I was expecting earlier.

Click HERE to watch Billy’s Round 1 Video!

Lol I'm super happy to be apart of this season!! So far it's turning out to be a great one and I'm hoping that I can do what I need to in order to get far.

Not gonna lie I just had a feeling we were gonna lose this challenge. Like I just... stink at challenges and knew I wasn't going to do well. So I just made sure I didn't have the worst score. Which I hope puts me in the clear. However, i lowkey get the vibe I might be going just cause the conversations are so... bland. Like no ones come purposing an alliance and such. I know I don't want to be the first person to do so, which means someone's gonna have to step up.

Anyways, here's my thoughts on everyone.

Szymon: he's cool, definitely my #1 out here, we've known each other from previous orgs and such. Seamus: I know who he is from tumblr, but I don't know him that well. he seems chill. Daisy: Queen, shes an icon and O hope she can be my female iconic duo Logan: He seems like he wants to be THAT person who likes to be in control of everything, but doesn't want to come off as controling everything. So I let him think he owns me :) Vincent: I like him, he's a cool guy and one of the few I've talked to the most. He already told me about his vote steal and I'm just like "damn, look at you go!" Conor: He's cool too! I enjoy talking to him when I wake up in the morning. I like hearing about him and his boyfriend too. Gage: home boy likes to flirt around with everyone doesn't he. i'll play a long, but leaving a mental note to not go far with him. Jules: They're cool, not really that social tho but they try. Rob: I forget that he's on this season oops.

I really thought I was gonna get the boot first cause everyone is just so quiet. But the conversations seem to be between Jules and Vincent. Which I'm personally okay with either of them as long as I'm still here. I'd prefer Rob though just cause he doesn't make an effort to talk to me that much, but it is what it is.

Let's hope I get by this round and can survive the first boot. I like to think I can, but you never know with this group.

Click HERE to watch Cindi’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Dylan G’s Round 1 Video!

Tribe Assessment:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bPt3M2z-Yw&feature=youtu.be

Day 2 Confession:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GU2v9ChlOm4&feature=youtu.be

THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA SAY IM NOT ACTIVE JUST BECAUSE I DONT GIVE MY BLOOD SWEAT TEARS AND COOCHIE TO TALKING TO ALL THESE FUCKING MEN???????? LIKE???? YALL ARE TIRING! YALL ARE ALSO LOVELY BUT I CANNOT TAKE ALL THIS MALE ENERGY!!!!! PLS UNDERSTAND!!!! P L E A S E!!!! MEN SUCK BYE

we lost the challenge which sucked. but i really like my tribe. everyone seems chill. i didnt think we were gonna win the challenge though becase several people didnt rlly try to even get 100. so originally i thought it would just be a super easy vote on vincent because he isnt very chatty, but logan is annoying everyone. asking to one on one call and sinking his own ship by pushing so hard (giggity) for jules to go home. so i think either logan or vincent will go this round

I’m liking my tribe mates more than I expected. I’m just trying to play it cool so I make it to merge. I feel like that’s everyone’s goal. I love the alliance of Cindi, both Dylan’s and myself. I’m hoping that we stick together, because I feel like we can be a really strong alliance moving forward. I also think I might be good with Beck, because they’re dating Asya and we played a game together a couple years ago. Asya apparently still really likes me from what Beck said. So woo! Let’s continue the good vibes.

Click HERE to watch Beck’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Ali’s Round 1 Video!

So past 4 hours is a lot to process, but basically i got home expecting a pretty easy vote on Vincent. He's a great kid that but have to think about performing well in the challenges as a tribe. So then miss Logan decided to play as if it was merge and not day 3 and just went off with targetting Jules?? I am not having any of that because Jules is too fun to talk so i made sure to let Jules know immediately of what was going on. I believe i was the first to warn her of what's happening so that brings us two closer. Logan then went on calls with everyone individually, ending my call in such a shady way with an excuse of having a dinner... when he was just going to call with Seamus. And he told Seamus that he was currently eating the dinner.. WHAT? Anyway just got the tea that Logan was making multiple trios as well. WHY DO YOU NEED TO PLAY SO HARD? THIS GAME HAS JUST STARTED skjdghd

I feel really bad because he said that he was the first boot the last time he played due to playing hard. But this is just him... not learning from his past mistakes at all :/ Im sorry but i don't feel comfortable moving forward with such a ticking bomb. Neither he or Vincent have any benefit for my game at this point so Im hoping this plan that we put in motion with Daisy to get rid of Logan works, and then we have Vincent as an easy vote next time we lose.

Click HERE to watch Rob’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Conor’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Dylan’s Round 1 Video!

So I'm more optimistic now that I've properly gotten to know a lot of my tribe, I think I'm socially in a good place but I'm trying not to get ahead of myself and get lazy with communication. I love the little group I've got with Beck, Cindi and Dylan and I think Dylan G and Christian or Chips would fit in like a glove if we ever visit tribal council, and we needed to bring in another couple of people.

All I have to say before tribal is that I really... finessed this vote.

Logan got lose and decided to voice call everyone telling them that they need to vote Daisy. Which made a lot of people more on edge to vote out Vincent. I don't want Vincent to go because I think he's still useful. He has the vote steal advantage and I think he's someone who trusts me. He might not be a number for other people, but Vincent is a number for me. SO I want to keep him around as much as I can cause I trust Vincent more than Logan. So to save Vincent, I decided to throw Logan under the bus and push for him to go. I'm glad I did that since that got traction with Szymon and Daisy on board with voting Logan. However, they weren't enough so I campaigned to Seamus, Gage, and Rob to vote Logan out. They were hesitant at first, but they eventually came around and got on the ship to vote Logan out. I had to voicecall Gage, Rob, and Szymon to convince them but I'm glad it worked. I mean, i had to throw out there that I had an alliance with Logan and Vincent in order to get them to expose Logan's other alliances, but I did what I needed to do in order to save Vincent. So with everyone on board to vote out Logan, I think I set myself up to be in a good spot moving forward.

If I'm gonna be the move maker this season, then I guess I'm starting out the game with one of the biggest moves yet. Poor logan being the first boot AGAIN, but that's what happens when you decide to scramble your butt off.

Click HERE to watch Gage’s Round 1 Video!

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Logan is voted out 8-1. He is the first person voted out of Celestial: Behemoth.

Watch the Round 1 Cast Assessment with Anna/Jack/Jones & Alyssa below:

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billy-batson · 8 years ago

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prompts: i ran away from home and knocked on the wrong door but you want to take me in anyway au (from this list of prompts) AND 7. The characters are forced to share a bed. (from this list of prompts)

pairing: jughead jones x reader

rating: t

word count: 4.7k

warnings: running away, bad family situation, parents issues, fluff, bed sharing

a/n: kinda deviating from the prompt tbh…also! this is my first time writing him and im probably gonna be writing him a lot tbh…this fic is ….i felt the need to have something to Relate To so if u know me u will probably understand what i mean…anyhow!! feedback is my life, please tell me if you enjoyed it !!

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The night air was brisk as your feet hit the ground, your legs already hustling you away from the only home that you had ever known.

Your peers had always maintained healthy relationships with their parents, and you never understood how. You never understood how one’s mother could be so kind and sweet all the time. You never understood how one’s father could actually love you in a way that a father should. You never understood how people could enjoy having their parents around, to enjoy their company. You never understood how someone could even handle staying in the same room as their parents; that’s how bad it was. You never understood any of it, and you knew that you never would.

You had probably always been planning for this exact moment – when you would finally, finally leave. You had hoped to just stick it out; to wait until you were eighteen, and move in with a friend or something. You had hoped that you would last that long.

But now that you were sixteen, still two years off from that fated day of emancipation, you knew that you couldn’t stay any longer. It had gotten to be too much, all of it. You couldn’t stay there for one more minute, otherwise you just knew, in your heart of hearts, that you would self destruct.

“I have to leave,” you had told yourself earlier that week. You knew that you had to. You had done your research, and you could become an emancipated minor, away from them, and living on your own.

You hadn’t packed much. Most of the items you had in your backpack was food you’d snuck over the past few days – sandwiches, mostly – and bottles of water you’d surreptitiously gathered from the pantry over the course of the week. If you’d taken too many at once, they would be suspicious, and that would only mean one thing: plan busted.

And so, you had been patient. You’d waited, you’d endured – all week long. You had been patient, as you’ve always been for the past sixteen years of your life.

When the time finally came to leave, you didn’t miss a beat. You clambered through your bedroom window, pulling yourself to the other side first, and then grabbing your backpack, and you were on your way.

It wasn’t like he was looking for you; the two of you just had a Chem lab to do together, and you had half of the notes that was needed to actually finish the lab. He usually just…noticed your presence, that was all. He was always aware of when you were there and when you were not, and for the first time since you’d been at Riverdale High, he noticed that you weren’t there, thereby breaking the perfect attendance you undoubtedly had.

After the first day of class of you being absent, when the lab was due, Jughead had approached your teacher, asking, “Is it okay if y/n and I get an extra day to do it? Since she’s absent and all.”

“Of course,” the teacher replied, a tight lipped smile on her face. “All absent students get an equal amount of absent days to turn in work they fell behind on.”

He was about to leave it at that, but a part of him just had to ask – “Do you know where she is?” The teacher just raised an eyebrow to his query, and he shook his head. “I mean, do you know why she’s absent?”

She shook her head, “Nope, can’t say that I do. That’s private information, probably, at the least.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter this time as he shoved his hands into his pocket. “Yeah,” he repeated, “Thanks.”

You didn’t live in Riverdale, even though you went to Riverdale High. Your parents had wanted you to go there because of its apparent “high academics” and “athletically focused peers” – which you had never been, anyway – despite living ten miles away.

You hadn’t known whether you should go to school or not, that first day, and ultimately, you’d decided against it. There was too much of a risk of your parents looking for you there; too much of a risk at this point. If you went back home now, who knew what would happen to you?

And so you spent most of the day at Pop’s, knowing full well that the diner was the last place your family would think to look for you. They had never been fond of Pop’s for some reason (probably some deeply buried affair had occurred there that neither of them wanted to dredge up again, but, who was to really know? Most certainly not you), and that meant that you could stay there and be undetected by essentially everyone. Few frequented Pop’s often, and the diner was often empty, save for the occasional couple here and there, and old men reading the newspaper while nursing a cup of coffee for hours. There were few regulars, and most of those regulars were the types of folks people never paid attention to anyway – the ones who stuck to themselves and kept their noses down in a newspaper or, in the case of one particular regular, down in his laptop.

As you saw him approaching the front door of the restaurant, you immediately remembered the chemistry lab that you’d been absent for. The lab that he had been counting on you to help him with, because the two of you were partnered together.

You couldn’t face him, not now. There was nothing you could do to explain why you were here, but you hadn’t been at school. (Playing Hooky? No, he would never believe that you would ditch school for any reason. Sick? Hell, you’d been sick countless of times before, and you still endured going to school everyday.) There was no explanation that you could think of in that moment, no lie that you could tell, and so you ultimately decided against it all.

You moved to sit at the booth facing away from the front door, waiting until he had walked past you to get up, moving to the door that he had come out of, and exited the vicinity.

It had been nearly a week. By now, everyone at Riverdale High knew your name; y/n y/l/n was the one who was missing, and had been missing since last Sunday. Your parents had alerted the authorities, the school, hell, even random people on the street. They painted themselves as the distraught parents who just wanted to find their child again; the parents who had no idea where their child was and what had happened to cause for this supposed “disappearance”. Was it a murder? Was it like what had happened to Jason Blossom? Had you been kidnapped? Who knew! They didn’t, and they made that awfully clear as they spoke through strained sobs and quivering lips.

Jughead knew that it was all bullshit, especially since he could always tell by your body language – and the fact that you tensed up whenever someone mentioned their parents in general – that you hadn’t been close with your parents. He’d inferred, long ago, actually, that you didn’t quite have the best relationship with your parents, but really, who did?

Of course, that was before. Now, though? Now, he recognized your disappearance for what it was: you’d run away. Who knew where you were at the moment? It had been almost a week, you could’ve been miles away by now. There was nothing keeping you here, anyway. Nothing of importance.

He wasn’t sure if that bothered him or not.

It seemed like it took hours just to make your way back to Riverdale; after you had left the small town, you’d gone upward north to a town that you’d never heard of, find yourself spending $200 on a motel room to stay in for the week. The town had a McDonald’s across the street from your motel, so you spent your leftover $100 on McDouble’s and fries over the course of the week, spending most of your time staring at the Value Menu and asking for cups of water instead of paying the dollar for a cup of soda.

You were living on your own now, you couldn’t spend as often as you liked – not that your family had always had the most money, and not that you had come from a family of comfort, but still.

It was all you, now. All you.

Or, at least, it had been, until your savings account money had gotten depleted and you were left with no one to turn to, and no money to fall back on.

You weren’t going back home, you knew that much. You weren’t.

Rather, though, you trekked – on foot, of course (bus fees costed money; money that you didn’t have), the several miles to get back to Riverdale.

You hadn’t known what you were doing, your body moving on what seemed like autopilot as you walked down the darkened, streetlight illuminated streets, until you stood in front of his house.

You hadn’t known why you’d gone there. You hadn’t known why you’d decided that, since you had no one else to turn to, you should go to him. You hadn’t known why you were standing there, walking up to his front door, your hand trembling ever so faintly as you rapped on the door: once, twice, three times, your breath coming out shaky and uneven with anxiety as you waited for something to happen.

You didn’t know what. You didn’t know what to expect; and that was the tragedy of it all, wasn’t it? The pure fact that you didn’t know what was going to happen. You didn’t know what was to become of your life from that moment onward. You didn’t know what was to happen to you. Would you be sent back to life with your parents? Would you be forced to wander around on the streets, unable to create a life for yourself? Would you, would you, would you?

By the time he had opened the door, his gentle blue eyes dazed with sleep, his voice croaky as he asked a befuddled, “Y/N?”, tears were already formed in your eyes, piercing, hurting. It was all you could do to nod, your head bobbing up and down as a nonverbal, affirmative yes, it’s me, I’m not dead.

Before you even knew what was happening, he had his arms around you closely, engulfing you in a warm embrace that you hadn’t realized you’d been yearning for from someone all your life. Anyone. Someone.

You hadn’t known you’d craved a loving embrace until the moment he had wrapped his arms around you. Maybe it wasn’t in a way that he had meant, but it made all the more difference to you.

“What are you doing here? Everyone at school, they—” he began, but you just glanced up at him wordlessly.

“I’m the basket case, am I right?” you shrugged, “All sorts of wild theories of what happened to me?” He said nothing, only nodded his head. “Figures.”

“Your parents —” he began, but you stopped him, letting out a sigh.

“I don’t know why I came here,” you said, beginning to turn on your heels to leave.

“Wait, Y/N,” he said, grabbing a hold of your wrist. “I know what you’re doing. You’re running.” His words had piqued your interest – he always had a way of reading people, especially you, and now was no exception. “I may not know why, but I know that much.”

You turned back to face him, letting out a breath filled with nerves. “I just…I can’t…I can’t do it, not anymore. Not with them. I have to get away from them, and running away…it was all I could do.”

“You’ve been missing for a week, Y/N,” Jughead commented, pointing out the obvious. “Where were you in all that time? Why would you come back now?”

“I don’t know…I don’t,” you groaned, rubbing a hand over your face. “I just…I was thinking of someone. Someone who would understand. Someone who would be there, and it just…brought me here. I don’t know why, especially since we barely know each other–” You let out a sigh, once again. “I have…nowhere else to go. Ran out of money. Don’t have a working permit, because then I would have to go back to school, and school means parents. So I’m just all around screwed, and I don’t know what to do.” You felt large, fat blobs of tears drop down your cheeks, rolling down your chin and onto your neck. You wiped away at them as best you could, but you found that the movement of the tears just made you irritated.

Jughead looked you over, his mind already racing with solutions to help you however he could. “It’s really late right now,” he commented.

You looked around the neighborhood for a moment, before deciding that, yes, it was, indeed, late. “I’m sorry, I’ll go–”

“You’re gonna stay with me for a while, okay?” he asked, however his voice sounded more as though it were a command, a mere fact. “I already have a couple ideas of what we can do, but I gotta think about that later, when it’s not the middle of the night and you’re not crying on my doorstep.” He pushed the door open wider, making room for you to squeeze on by, and he said, “Come in.”

You stepped in through the door, immediately noticing the roomy, cozy sort of feel that his house had. It was different from your parents’ home, where the air was always cold and it seemed as though every single one of you were walking on eggshells around another.

It was different in a good way.

In the faint darkness of the house, you could see photographs adorned and lined up along the walls like decor; photos of scenery, people, inspirational quotes. It was wonderfully different in the best way possible.

“C'mon,” Jughead said, guiding you down the hall to what you assumed was his room. His room wasn’t like what you had expected, although you weren’t entirely sure as to what you expected from him.

It was neat and tidy – that, you hadn’t expected – with a cleared desk for homework on one side, and a video game console on the other, with a TV in front of it.

“Am I supposed to stay in here?” you asked, your voice still shaky from the tears that had managed to slip out.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “There isn’t a spare room or anything, and…you look like you could use some company. That’s all.”

It was strange, how kind and sweet he was being. You had never even talked to him that often; outside of chemistry, you rarely even saw him, unless you were at Pop’s when he was.

And yet.

You glanced to the bed, and nodded your head slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

You didn’t have a problem with sleeping alongside him, although you did think that you probably should have. There was something about him, though – how easily he was willing to take you in, maybe? – that just made him seem more than trustworthy.

You slid into his bed first, his boyish scent engulfing you as you slipped underneath the covers, your eyes on him as he shrugged lightly, sliding in alongside you, his face right in front of yours.

“Why are you doing this for me?” you asked him, the confusion evident in your voice. “You don’t have to –”

“Go to sleep, Y/N,” was all he said, his body heat so much warmer, so much more comforting than yours. He grabbed a hold of your freezing fingers, taking your hands into his, and held them, woven together as though you were holding hands.

Slowly, with your eyes drifting closed as you counted the light marked freckles that dotted his face, you fell asleep; peace and quietness coming to your brain and surrounding you completely, telling you that you were no longer as alone as you had been before.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he echoed amidst the clutches sleep already had on you. His voice sounded foggy, like you were being submerged in water and he was on dry land. Miles away, and yet right in front of you.

He was here.

The next day, you had found yourself waking up at four pm.

That can’t be right, you told yourself as you glanced to your phone. As the screen lit up, it became very clear that, yes, it really was that late.

You’d been asleep for around sixteen hours.

Sliding out of his bed, you realized that it was to be expected; this past week you’d been sleeping for around five hours every night, constantly on edge and thriving on mainly burnt, bitter tasting coffee from the McCafé.

You glanced out his window, finding that there weren’t any cars in the driveway, leading you to assume that his parents weren’t home at the moment.

Turning to his drawers, you rummaged around his clothing, looking for something, anything, to put on, just so you could change out of the same two shirts and pair of jeans that you’d been wearing constantly for a week. You settled on choosing a light grey shirt and a pair of baggy black sweats from the bottom drawer, immediately stripping of your current clothing and into his.

Once you had his clothing on, you moved to the door, opening it ever so cautiously, peeking outside of it, at first, before walking out and down the hall to the kitchen that you’d seen as you ventured into his home the night before.

To say you were hungry was an understatement. It had been a while since you had last eaten, and you were feeling quite famished. The hankering for something, anything, was great, but not unbearably so.

As you opened the refrigerator, you immediately understood why Jughead went to Pop’s so often, and for hours on end. There wasn’t too much food to be found in the fridge, nor the freezer. A couple of Yoplait yogurts. Several oranges. Grapes. A plate of left over mac and cheese. A quart of cranberry ice cream. A hunk of cheese.

That was essentially it. Not even you could make something from nothing, and so you decided that it would be best to just know wait for Jughead to return, hopefully with food, and hopefully with answers.

He had debated over whether he should tell someone about you. You didn’t really have any friends to tell anyway, to tell that you’re okay and safe, but he didn’t know if someone should know that you were alright or not. It was a tricky thing, harboring someone in his house like this.

He still didn’t know why he did it. He wasn’t entirely sure, not at all. There was just some part of him that wanted you to be safe, a part of him that wanted you to be okay. He wanted to take you from the bad situation you were in at home, and so, he did.

That’s what he’d done. That’s what had happened.

But why did he do that? As you’d pointed out last night, he barely even knew you. The two of you only ever really saw each other during class, and that was all.

And yet?

“I’m gonna need this to go, Pops,” he told the owner of the diner, and Pops raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not staying the long night today?” he asked, and Jughead shook his head.

“Can’t. Not today,” he said, fishing out a twenty dollar bill. “I’ve got a prior engagement.”

Pops snorted, “A date? Is that it?”

Jughead narrowed his eyes, saying, “Its not – it’s not a date, okay?”

“What is it, then?” Pops questioned, “You got a publisher lined up for that novel thing you’re always writing?”

“It’s not finished yet,” Jughead mumbled, passing the money over as Pops beamed.

“Well, whatever it is, It must be pretty damn important to get you out of here for the night,” Pops said, passing him the bag of hamburgers and fries over to him.

“Yeah, it is,” he said automatically, not realizing a single thing that he had just subconsciously admitted to. Taking one last look at Pops, who had the most knowing smile of all, he turned curtly on his heels and walked out of the diner, and into the dusk.

You were going through the vinyl records that he had all in one giant stack in the corner of his room, observing the various artists and songs that were on each one. You hadn’t been there all too long, but you could already tell that his way of living was significantly different from the way yours had been with your family. You would’ve never dreamed of owning as many vinyls as he had, let alone listening to the type of music that he did.

It was still intriguing, though.

You were about to pull out the next vinyl in sight, when the bedroom door creaked open, and in came the raven haired boy who had rapidly become your only hope in anything.

“What are you doing?” he asked you curiously, and you froze on the spot.

“Nothing,” you said as you slid the vinyl back in its place. “What are you doing?”

He looked at your for a bit longer before shrugging, exhaling a laugh as he shook his head. “I got us dinner,” he said, raising the bag from Pop’s triumphantly, a smile immediately making its way to your face.

“Thank you,” you beamed, the emotion from his kindness lodging itself into your throats again. “Really,” you said, your voice cracking, “Thank you.”

Jughead let out a breath and said a simple, “You don’t have to thank me, okay?”

“But you’re going out of your way to do…all this,” you sniffed, “for me. And you don’t have to.”

“Y/N,” he said your name, but you shook your head.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, running away. I should just,” you sucked in a deep breath, “go back home.”

“No,” he said, his voice suddenly strong and hard with conviction.

“No?” you questioned, the quiver in your voice not going unnoticed by him.

“I’m not gonna let you go back there,” he said. “Y/N, you left for a reason. I might not know what that reason is, but I know that you felt like you had to leave, and that’s all that matters. So, no, you’re not going back there. I won’t let you have to go through whatever it is you went through, all over again.”

“But…but why? You don’t have to do any of this for me, you shouldn’t have to—”

“Y/N, listen to me. For now, you’re in my hands. We’ll figure all that other stuff out later,” he said, the blues of his eyes staring directly into your own eyes. “You don’t have to worry,” he reminded you, wiping a strand tear from your cheek, “Just leave it to me for now, alright?”

All you could do was nod.

Days went on like that, each folding into another as the two of you researched all that you could on the topic of becoming an emancipated minor. During the day, while he was at school, you read up on all that you could, and once he came home, the two of you ate together, sharing information after having eaten. After that point, his parents usually came home from work, so you were left to hide out in his room quietly for a suspended amount of time until they went off to bed at ten thirty pm every night. Jughead would do his homework then, if he had any, and you would spend your time reading the books that he had hidden in his bookshelves.

It had gotten to the point where the two of you became comfortable sleeping alongside one another; a week into doing so, and it was just commonplace. It was as though it was something that was so small, but so meaningful.

He had been right, that first day. You had always yearned for loving human contact, one that you never received from your time with your parents, and one you didn’t know that you’d been withheld from until he had his arms wrapped around you at night, or his hands were intertwined with yours, his lips pressed against them as though they were a prized possession.

Two weeks into it all, and you were having yet another sleepless night filled with nightmares. The dream was one that had made your more distressed than anything, causing you to feel sympathy for your parents in spite of all the things that they had put you through in the past. In your dream, they had died, and that made you feel as though you would be sad without them. Worse yet; that you were sad without them.

But you weren’t. You weren’t sad without them, not when you were enjoying the strange sort of “life” that you had with Jughead, now.

But should you have felt bad? Should you have gone back home long ago?

“What is it?” he said quietly in the dead of night, his eyes still closed in a way that made you realize that you thought he was asleep. One eye popped open at a time until he was asking you again, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you said softly, confused and perplexed on what to say. “I just…what if what I’m doing…what if I shouldn’t be doing it? What if I should just go back home and suck it up?”

“Y/N…” he began, and you were quick to follow up with,

“I know, it’s dumb, I shouldn’t be thinking like that. I don’t want to be thinking like that, but it’s just…” you sighed once more. “I’m happy here. I’m happy with you. But I don’t know what I should be doing, or thinking, or whatever. I’m just…so confused.”

“You don’t have to be,” Jughead said, and you let out a faux chuckle.

“I know. I know that I can, I just,” you shrugged, “I don’t know.” You raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “Do you ever just, not know?”

He nodded his head, his blue eyes looking as bright as ever in the faint lighting. “Of course.”

“What do you do then? What are you supposed to do then?” you wondered.

“I just…do whatever I think is right,” he said, his voice sounding firm in his conviction.

“And what do you think is ‘right’?” you asked him, your eyes not leaving his for a moment. “Right now. What do you think is right?”

He looked at you for a second before saying, “This.” The moment he said that, he leaned in, ever so gently pressing his soft lips against your own, causing for every single one of your nerves to stand on end as you were able to grasp the simplest of concepts known to man: he was kissing you! He was kissing you, and you weren’t stoping him. Why would you stop him, though? Why would you put a stop to something that you had subconsciously been craving for the longest time? Why would you stop this boy, this boy who clearly and obviously cared so much about you, from kissing you like you wanted him to?

You wouldn’t, and so you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself missing back, your lips moving against his as you placed a hand behind his neck, deepening the kiss before it could end.

You never wanted it to end.

a/n: aaaand that’s it !! this was like the first thing ive written that’s over 1k long in a while lmao. i hope you enjoyed lovelies !!

#jughead jones x reader #jughead jones #jughead x reader #jughead jones imagine #jughead jones fluff #jughead jones fic #this fic was like baring my heart n soul and leaving out all the detailed Bad Stuff :^)

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