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[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Meg's Doing It ALL Wrong!

"the most ass backwards, shocking, antisocial fail I've seen possibly ever."

If you've ever had a desire to eavesdrop on any business school course or psychology of business course, Ibble Dibble's most recent case study on Meghan Markle's business scams is not to be missed. Please forgive my use of gifs as I salute her 1,2 knock out punch to MM, Omit, NOprah & Sparry's ridiculous allegations of waycism. No one has come close to telling it like Ibble Dibble.

I salute you #1 I.D., take a bow! Your quote should be etched on the Duchess's future Frogmore Cottage tombstone because you did something no one else has been able to do: nail her waycism insanity in 1 intelligent sentence.

Friends, help me show our support for the female content creators on YT who are actually saving intelligent women from following in MEgain's footsteps.

Please follow the link to LIKE & SUBSCRIBE to Ibble Dibble's YT channel. At one point the megbots had her YT channel demonitized, but ID fought back and won. ID is an intelligent threat to MM's low class megbots. Also follow the Duchess of Suss who called out the aroscam in a hilariously funny video.

Meg's Floptastic Flaws #3: Meg is a Terrible Snob

there are good snobs like Prince Charles, Princess Margaret & Martha Stewart, bad snobs, and snobs who are just very bad at snobbing

Meghan is a narcissist who is actually an

ARCH SNOB : a snob who is a bad bad snob

"Meghan's snobbery is so appalling because SHE is BAD at snobbing."

"She is literally labeling and ranking people. Her big product launch is at best a freudian slip, at worst a passive aggressive power play...it is the most ass backwards, shocking, antisocial fail I've seen possibly ever."

A passive agressive power play:

audicity to think she can buy those celebs as friends for a jar of jam

poach their followers

insult them personally by numerically ranking them from most to least important on the very labels

the celebs are too dumb to know she's negging them

thinks we the public will admire her behavior & line up begging for the next batch of worthless nonsense she danes to sell

simply to posture on social media... gross but also ineffective

on some level Meghan always knows she's shooting herself in the foot

Meghan exhibits High Social Dominance Orientation: a genuine belief that some groups of people are innately superior to others and should therefore hold more power in society.

Meg's fury, jealousy & resentment for being scorned by Hollyweird & British high society in turn, snubs the only people who pay attention to her--you, US potential customers

a narcissist harboring true malice & intends to arrive at her rightful place upon the social ladder by any means necessary

believes she is due limitless revenge for being snubbed and immediately commences enacting it by any means necessary (a la her sewer squad & digital justice)¹

believes she has the right to exploit & abuse perceived inferiors

Meg is a bad snob. She does not judge in a qualitative measure but snobs purely to service her own delusions of grandeur OR at worst to entertain herself by upsetting her victims and creating chaos

meg has a following who wants to be like her & we know bc they leave insane comments

"Meghan Markle can't present herself as the loveable villain because she has NO sense of humor! She's just a bad bad snob." Case in point:

"Meghan (unlike a good snob), flipped what was likely a single joke about a little orphan annie ginger fro, (she heard 2nd hand), into an international incident with legal and diplomatic repercussions."🎯🎯🎯

Meg's fury, jealousy & resentment for being scorned by British high society...she believes she has the right to exploit & abuse (Catherine & William) perceived inferiors

"Another Rip Off"

¹comparisons to Mao's (actress) wife and the biblical queen Jezebel are accurate. Mao's wife jailed & murdered all who had rejected and/or criticized her during her climb up the greasy pole. Queen Jezebel sought to murder and silence all the true prophets or outspoken truthers. Meg's mission for "digital justice" is to criminalize criticism.

[frantic-fiction]

More Than

(Pic cheekylittlepup)

Astarion x Tav, Astarion x gn!Reader

Summary: In the midst of battle a stray fireball hits you causing damage to your hair. Your hair is part of your identity, losing it seem unimaginable. But it's just hair right?

Notes/Tags: Tav has curly hair (I have curly hair, this is purely self-indulgent, hurt/comfort, Astarion being a good partner

Word Count: 1.1k

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The delicate flakes crumble between your fingers like tiny wisps. You gaze into the porcelain sink, transfixed. Another pass of the brush sends singed strands cascading into the bowl.

"It's just hair."

Dropping the brush onto the counter, it bounces and clatters to the tiled floor. You don't bother to pick it up because all you can see is the stranger in the mirror. Red swollen eyes and chapped lips, blood splattered across their face. But what caught your attention was the strangers' hair; what were once long beautiful curls—the types of curls people envy after—were now choppy and uneven. Your face was framed with uneven fried tendrils, and the right half of your head was singed so close to your scalp that you're just now registering the painful burn that grazed your face.

"It's just hair."

It could have been worse. You've dealt with broken bones and stab wounds. Experienced moments where you'd be dead if magic did not course through Faerun. So why does this feel different? It was a simple fight. It was child's play for the party, just a couple of cultists. But you didn't see the halfling. At least not until his firebolt burnt half your hair off.

"It's just hair."

Karlach and Wyll tried to assure you that something could be done, that a new hairstyle could be salvaged with what's left of your hair. You disagreed and promptly ignored the two for the rest of the journey back to the Tavern. After you asked, Gale gave you his spare cloak, and you threw it over your head. You took the back stairway, too afraid to face the others. To face him.

Taking a deep breath, you pick up the pair of shears, the cold metal feeling daunting in your hand. You grab a chunk of hair with shaky hands and snip it off. You grimace, squeezing your eyes shut. Biting your lips hard, you force yourself not to cry, not now. Because if you cry now, you'll never be able to finish what needs to be done. But the tasks get hard the more hair clogs the porcelain basin.

Inch by inch, your best qualities and attractiveness are cut away because no one says how much they like your eyes or your skin. No, it's your thick curls and long hair. Hair. Your identity, your safety blanket, is now ruined because you didn't pay attention. Why were you such an idiot?

Tears blur your vision, and you throw the scissors with a scream. The mirror cracks, and you slide down the wall. Hugging your knees to your chest, you allow yourself to cry. Why bother anyway? A haircut isn't going to help anything.

"Tav?" Astarions's voice is concerned. He presses up against the door, and the handle jiggles against the lock.

You stiffened and pushed farther away from the door until your back hit the tub. You uselessly wiped the tears away. "I want to be alone." Your voice betrayed you, and you know Astarion will not be leaving.

"Darling," he sighs softly, and the door clicks open because, of course, it does. "The wizard mentioned…" Astarion trails off when another sob rolls through you.

He quickly drops to his knees and scoops you into his arms. Astarion cradles you against his chest, and you sob, crying as he rubs your back and kisses your face. He tells you he loves you until your wails are reduced to sniffles, and you have nothing to give. The two of you sit quietly in each other's embrace until Astarion speaks.

"Do you mind if I do something?"

Furrowing your brows, you nod hesitantly and allow Astarion to pull you to your feet and lead you to a chair outside the bathroom. He sits down and retreats to the bathroom to grab your brush and the shears. You curl in on yourself under Astarion's gaze.

"I'm very sorry this happened, love," he said, pressing a sweet kiss to the apple of his cheek. "I won't be able to undo the damage, but if you'll let me, I can even it out and get rid of the damage."

You reach for Astarion's hand, and tears trickle down your cheeks. "Do what you need to do."

He works in silence, and you have nothing to say; the only sound that breaks the room's stillness is your sniffles and the sound of the shears. You try to ignore the sight of your curls falling to the ground, but the pile keeps growing. When Astarion finishes up with the back of your head, he moves to the front and begins to fix your bangs and tackle the right side of your head. His lips are in a concentrated pout as he intently layered your hair.

After what felt like an eternity, Astarion stands up, dusting your hair off your shoulders. You're on your feet and rushing to the floor-length mirror across the room. You freeze midstep just before the mirror; swallowing hard, you fist your shirt.

At first look, you're genuinely startled; it takes you a moment to recognize yourself—your face, skin, eyes, mouth, everything all the same. But your hair is so drastically different it's like you're a different person. Once down to your mid-back, the hair sat just above your shoulder, gentle curls falling in ringlets. Strikingly, half the hair was shaved, giving the whole look a sharp edge. It was much thinner than before, and you felt somehow lighter. It didn't look bad, but you weren't sure how you felt.

"What do you think?" Astarion whispers from behind you, reflection absent in the mirror.

You raise your hand and run it through the curls; they jump back up upon release. Turning around, you look up at him. "Do you think it looks good?" You redirect, not knowing how to answer his question.

Astarion smiles and pulls you in by the waist. Cupping your jaw, he gives you a sensual kiss that has you melting. He quickly pulls away, "I am quite a magnificent hairstylist. It's just another of my many talents."

You shove him, and Astarion laughs brightly. You try to move away, but Astarion tightens his grip. "My love, your hair is just a small part of you. You could have all your hair fall out this instant, and I would find you just as beautiful."

"Really?" He nods, and you tackle him with another kiss. Gods, you loved this man.

"Though I would certainly miss pulling your curls when I-"

"Astarion!"

"Did I forget to mention this look suits you very well. Make you look positively delectable." And then your lost in each other.

So... yeah this is kinda what I wish I had when I cut my hair. Not that I burnt my hair off but after i cut my hair, all I heard was how people miss my curls, and that I shouldn't have cut it. Got me thinking about if my hair was really that important. I don't know what i'm trying to say anymore........

Let me know what y'all think

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[chloesglproject]

Prototype one - endless runners

I went into unreal engine 5.4.4 to create my endless runner project and went into my BP_ThirdPersonCharacter and deleted the camera input code. This is because in this game I make, it will be a camera fixed view from behind the character.

Disconnecting these codes will mean that my character will not be able to move forward/backward as this disconnects the movement input code.

I dragged the forward/backward box and its content into the space where we had deleted the camera input code, renaming the comment box as 'endless runner movement' so I know what this code is for.

I right clicked into the event graph into finding my event tick and linked it to the add movement input and dragged out from delta seconds to search for an 'add node' (+), putting the value at 1 to connect to the scale value.

When I start the game my character is automatically moving forward, but for us to see more in the perspective, we need to go to the viewport tab, select the camera and change the location values to this:

Now when my character moves, the camera angle is higher and able to see a wider perspective.

I went back to my content drawer and made a new file named 'GameFiles' and in the folder I created a blueprint actor and named it 'MasterTile', added a cube from components and changed the location and scale.

This will make sure the default scene root is at the start of the tile so when our tiles start spawning in, they will be perfectly aligned and not overlapping. I changed the material to the ceramic tile checker material to make it an easier guide for setting up the lanes.

The x direction should be facing the same way as the arrow so if they aren't you'll know where you've gone wrong. Create a collision box where the box is big enough so when your character jumps, they will still go through it and that its covered by the whole tile. Then you select the box collision in the components panel and scroll to the details panel to 'events' and click on the + symbol on the 'component begin overlap'.

From the execution pin I dragged off to 'cast to BP_ThirdPersonCharacter' and connect the other actor to object. I then dragged the pin from BP_ThirdPersonCharacter and casted to 'BP_ThirdPersonGameMode' so I could get the node 'get game mode'. I then went into the content drawer onto my thirdperson folder, blueprints, and then went into BP_ThirdPersonGameMode. This would be for the collision box.

Forgot to take a picture of this but to access the event graph all you need to do is click on the blue words.

Make sure that your arrow in your master tile called 'spawn point', as this caused me struggle to find how to gain my spawn point. In the gamemode you need to create a new function from the left side bar and drag off the exec pin and search for 'spawn actor from class', you then right click on the spawn transform pin and promote it to a variable, renaming it 'nextspawnpoint', set it to the default value for this.

From return value, you drag off and search for spawnpoint, drag off of it and search for getworldlocation. Then drag 'NextSpawnPoint' variable from the left sidebar onto the grid and select 'Set NextSpawnPoint', right click on the left structure pin and select split structure pin. Then plug Get World Location in the Next Spawn Point Location pin This code explains how in the game, tiles will spawn infront of the character in a repeating pattern. So you'll be able to see all the tiles loading infront.

This will continue the loop of spawning the tiles.

Next I had to delete everything in the map, going into 'Outlier' and deleting everything till it looks like that, and nothing is in the map anymore.

In the end my game actually didn't work at all, my tiles were collapsing all onto each other and I couldn't figure out the reasons for ages, but what fixed it all was that I put one of my variable into 'local variables' and that's how nothing was working.

[glitterge1pen]

What Station Is Playing?

tw; for general body injuries (nothing too explicit but that stuff can be icky and I hate blood and bandaids 2 dude)

Keigo Takami x reader, sfw, fluff, word count 1,623

You felt heavy and light at the same time. You tried to move, to open your mouth, but you were so tired and exhausted. For a brief moment your eyes fluttered open. Sounds filtered in for just a moment.

White, hospital white and blue. You were laying on your back, eyes on the ceiling. You cast your gaze down and see Hawks. He's frantic in his motions, trying to communicate with a nurse.

There are multiple doctors and nurses around you. Little clinks of metal, beeping of machines. But you focus on Hawks as best you can.

"I can't let you stay back here, this is for family and spouses only, you'll have to stay in the general waiting area out front"

Hawks hands fumbled around each other like they could help him properly grasp his words.

"But I'm, I'm-"

Then you're gone again.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　

The next time you are able to maintain consciousness, it is only because of the pain. Your body was in so much physical pain. Some of the bruises were still forming on your skin, so prominent you felt every inch of sore muscle. A twitch causes your skin to rub against your heavily bandaged arms, the scabs and blood send tingles of pain all over. You sit in silence, blinking yourself awake trying to collect your thoughts.

“Took you long enough”

Hawk’s voice was rough. Like someone had ran his voice through a metal drain and then let it sit in the desert sun without water.

“Hm”

Is the only thing you can manage to respond with.

“You should have waited for back up”

Oh right. Your memories started to click together in your head. You were the only hero in the area who could respond in time. You went alone. You had been evacuating civilians from a window when there was an explosion. Then there was the fight.

You turned away from him. A hot angry feeling boiling in your chest, so striking that it surpassed the physical pain you were feeling. This was your job, you had signed up for this. You knew. You didn't want a lecture or his pity. Especially after just having woken up in the hospital.

“If you had just waited a few more minutes before running off,”

That searing bubble of rage in you threatened to pop. But you had no energy to do so, no energy to snap back at him, to tell him off because how many times had he done this exact thing? Been in that exact situation? A wide breath opened up your chest as you attempted to speak.

“Water”

The sound of your voice surprised you. It was so raspy, so small. Hawks also seemed shocked by it. He was immediate in your request though, quickly reaching to the counter where water was waiting for you. He had to help you drink. He was tense, rigid in his movements, making sure not to disturb you.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　

Several days had passed and a multitude of visitors had passed through your hospital room. No one ever stayed very long because of how weakened you still were. The only serious injury you had was your broken wrist. But you had deep cuts on some parts of your body that had required stitches. The simplest acts opened up smaller cuts that littered your limbs.

Your non-dominant hand was in pretty bad shape too. It hurt to curl your fingers around your eating utensils. You were sure there would be tiny scars on your knuckles, because every action of your fingers opened the wounds. There were clusters of different sized scabs on your palms. Like a child who had played too rough outside in the summer.

Most of the time you spent sleeping. Occasionally waking up to the dim sound of the radio that the house keeping had one while cleaning the room and the rooms around you. Hawks came by often. You weren't sure how long he stayed but he always opened the curtains before he left.

Once, at night you had awoken to one of the cuts breaking open on your leg. You hissed in pain trying to soothe yourself, you must have turned over in your sleep, disturbing the injury. There out in the bright floursents of the hallway was red. Hawks red. Hawks wings red. The door to your room was agar just enough that you could spot his wings. He must have been sitting out in the hall. Before you fell asleep again you wondered if he was sleeping as well.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　

“You’re total shit at this”

Hawks said as he twirled new bandages around your arm.  

“Yeah, you wrapping my hand has nothing to do with my broken wrist”

You said dryly. It was early afternoon. A breeze flowing through the window, cooling off the stuffy hospital room.  This was the first day that you had stayed up this long without taking a nap. You were especially sore though and hoped that you would become sleepy again soon, you didn't want to feel so physically defeated for this long.

“I shouldn't have told you, I shouldn't have told you,”

Hawks repeated himself as he got a footing on his words.

“That you should have waited. You did the right thing. Anyone else would have done the same. I was scolding you, and I’m in no position to do that to you, especially right after you woke up. I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Your cheeks were burning. It was like he had lifted the lid off a boiling pot of water and all the steam was rushing towards you. While he was usually honest, he was rarely so blatantly genuine in his words.

“Thanks”

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It was late. You could tell from the way the air moved outside. The moon shone brightly illuminating the room in a soft milky blue hue. You sat up slowly. You weren't tired for the first time since being in the hospital. You felt awake. It was a gentle ‘awake’ though.

You tilted your head towards the hall hoping to see that flash of red. He was there.

“Hawks”

You whisper yelled, it made you feel much younger. Like you were hiding something from a prying teacher. He did not stir from his place out in the hall though. You tried again, a little louder this time.

“Hawks!”

He jerked up, reacting as if you had called for help instead of just the whisper you had given him. Rushing into the room he was at your bedside prepared to take orders from you.

“Do you hear that?”

He seemed stunned by how quiet you were speaking. But he followed along.

“What?”

“Listen?”

Realizing that you weren't in some sort of danger his shoulders relaxed and he let out a cautious sigh.

“What?”

He said more urgently now.

“The radio. What are they playing?”

“I don't know, I can barely hear it”

You had your hands on his shoulders. Using him to help you move closer to the edge of the bed.

“Help me”

He tried to stop you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting up, help me”

He looked away in thought, but turned back to help you. Once your feet were on the cold tiles you couldn't bring yourself to let go of his shoulders. You were afraid you would falter in steadiness.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes”

You stood there unsure of what to do now that you were on the ground. How to move was temporarily forigen. You picked one of your feet up before setting it back down. Then did the same with your other. You pushed your heel back. Then turned your body. Hawks followed the motion moving with you.

You were deliberate at first. Your legs stiff, anticipating the dread of your wounds. But no pain like that came. It actually felt refreshing to be roaming the room like this. Hawks reached for your waist when you had stumbled over your ankle. His hands hovered here, touching, then not touching, as you swayed with a mellow tenderness.

You had your eyes closed not wanting to look at him, not sure what his expression would tell you, but also because it made it easier to concentrate on the distant music. You tried to keep up with the song that was playing, your steps getting a little more complex the more you moved.

“Are we dancing?”

“Yes”

You state in a whisper, opening your eyes to see a timid Hawks, or as timid as he could appear to you. It was more like he was scared of something, like he was going to hurt you by dancing like this.

“Twirl me once and then I’ll go back to the bed”

He was taken aback by this. You were gradual with the removal of your hands from his shoulders. To show him that you were stable on your own feet. His wings fanned out as he took your hand in his. It was a passive rise to the air. He was considerate, making sure that your arm would not get twisted. You hold tighter to his palm as you picked up your leg ever so slightly. Then there was the careful spin.

His shoes were loud on the tile when the hovering stopped. That click sound of his soles on the ground was awakening. You were suddenly aware of the weight of your body, the bandages on your skin, the itch of the stitches and scabs. Exhaustion came over you like a clean sheet down onto a mattress.

“Okay now help me back into the bed”

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N: Wrote a lot of original content stuff this week and boy oh boy was that draining. Writing stuff like this is a real break from my other more serious stuff that still allows me to feel like “hey I wrote today” , going to drink orange juice and play supermonkey ball. Also as usual, no, I did not edit this :) 

[btssunnyboy]

Forgive Me - Kim Taehyung

Saying I’m sorry is not going to make up for the mistakes you made.

Word Count - 5,168 (longest fic!)

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Warning - profanity

Request are open!! Also feedback is very much appreciated!!

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Everything was moving along beautifully. Your smile was dazzling in the mirror, as you admired yourself. The crisp, white gown complimenting your figure in more ways than one. It was like a fantasy coming true in this very moment, everything was falling right into place. You could feeling the sheer enjoyment radiating through your body, it was electrifying. It was magnificent seeing those hopeful faces surrounding you with gleams of love in their eyes, and you knew seeing that look on his face would just be icing on the cake. With one final look around the room you could feel the fresh tears swell up in your eyes, but in the best way possible.

You felt secure in this moment, like nothing in the world could harm you in anyway. As long as these glorious eyes held that gleam of hope you were gonna feel like this was the moment. The moment that everything was happening for the best. You were going to be marrying the love of your life in less then ten minutes, and you knew this was what you wanted. Soft hands clasped around your forearm as they sat you down firmly in the chair. Their fingertips dabbing at the tears that threatens to leave your waterline. They weren't gonna let you ruin an hours worth of work with a second of crying.

"Now listen, I worked too hard for you to mess up that eyeliner." Sarah smiled, as she fiddled with the tube on the table. The black liquid having another round on your left eye. She was steady, and you hoped that everything else was going steady as well. Her arched eyebrow showed just how concentrated she was at this moment, she wanted you to look beautiful as soon as those big wooden doors opened and exposed you to all those waiting people.

Her manicured fingertips dabbed lightly on the eyeshadow that covered your lids. Giving minor touch ups to places that needed it. At the end she held your face in her eyes, and held the eye contact with you. She was incredibly proud of you, and she couldn't wait to show off her best friend to those inside. She wanted you to have your bright and shinning moment, but only if she knew. "Get up, it's time."

You nodded lightly, as you took a hold of her outstretched hand and took a wobbly step. The diamond crusted heels making loud clicking sounds as you walked across the tiled floor. The closer everyone got to those doors the faster your heart raced within your body. You could feel your breath hitch within your throat, and it felt constructive. The light hold you had on Sarah's hand changed to a bone crushing one. Her body halted with yours in the middle of walkway.

"Hey,hey, hey, it's okay y/n. Everything is okay, you can do this." Sarah comforted as he clasped your hands together and brought them to her lips. Delivering small kisses to your fingertips in an attempt to calm you down. Your breathing began to go ragged as each breath was sharp. You couldn't give up now, not when you were so close to having the perfect fairytale ending.

"Sarah's right, y/n." Bella smiled as she rubbed comforting circles on your exposed back. The small act calming down your body as your panicked eyes went side to side. Locking with Bella and Sarah multiple times. Not once did their eyes leave you, even when you felt like you were throw up they didn't leave. They were the ones who actually honored their commitment and stayed right by your side. The loud creaking of the wooden doors wasn't what caught your attention, but the person who sprinted out of them. It was one of his best men, and even he looked like he was panic mode as well.

"Oh shit." He mumbled as he saw the three of you standing off to the side. His eyes softened as he took in the state you were in, panicked and out of breath. Those big doe eyes darted from the audience back to you several times, but finally he made a move. His small hand waved Bella over and he tugged her close. So close that is hands were gripping the sides of her dress, causing the material to scrunch up. His head dipped to her neck, as he whispered inaudible words into her ear. Her arms pushed him away without a doubt, as she stared dumbfounded at him.

"You're lying." She spat as she crossed her arms. Her eyebrow was arched in a serious way, and you could tell something was going on. She looked pissed, as if the words Jimin spoke mocked and offended her in some way. Bella looked like she was ready to pounce. "Jimin you better be fucking lying." She peered into the reception room, and you heart stopped at the gasp that left her pink lips.

You tore yourself away from Sarah's hold, and tugged at the long train of the dress. You figured that the people waiting were pissed, since you had took so long. The here comes the bride song ended minutes ago, and you didn't want to keep the people waiting anymore. Besides you knew in your heart that this was the right thing to do. Marrying him was the right thing to do. It has to be.

"On no, y/n, your makeup." Bella rushed out as she yanked you away from the doors. A small rush of wind was knocked out of you at the harsh yank she gave. The look on her face showed just how determined she was to keep you away from those doors. Your eyebrows furrowed in a confused manner, this was your wedding, and the bridesmaids wasn't even letting you walk through the door. You didn't want to keep him waiting, and he was no doubt worrying about your lack of presence at the alter.

"It's fine, Bella, Now please let me go get married." You sighed, as you tried to tear yourself away from her. Yet she was giving in what so ever. No matter how hard you struggled against her hold you never stopped, not until she muttered under her breath. "Bella what's going on?"

"Y/n, you can't get married right now." She said, her eyes dropping to white tiles on the floor. Her hands clasped tighter around your body, as you went limp. She said you can't get married, but what exactly does that mean. "You can't get married because of, um,"

"Bella, sweetheart, spit it out,please." You sighed lightly.

"You can't get married because you have no groom." The words slipped past Jimin's mouth without a second thought. His hand flew to his mouth in desperate need to stop himself from talking. They were lying, they had to be! This has to be a joke, a sick, cruel joke. But nonetheless a joke, and when everyone's laughing you'll be saying your vows to the one you've grown to love. The love of your life was out there, he just had to be. You jerked way from Bella's hands and raced to the wooden doors, and flung them open. The doors ear splitting loudness alerting everyone, as they turned to stare in sorrow.

Everything was perfect, from the soft daffodils, and tulips that hung along the soft white benches. To the rest of the brides party in their stunning, yellow dresses on the alter. Everything was just the way you two planned it, but one thing. His spot was empty as can be. The only thing that truly mattered to you wasn't perfect, he wasn't there. Everyone looked on with sympathy glazing their faces, and you couldn't take it anymore. With a sob in your throat, and tears blinding your vision you took off. Just like he did, you sprinted back down the hall in a desperate attempt to get away from the piercing eyes of those in the reception room.

Multiple feet raced behind you, but you didn't care. The one person you wanted by you side, and left you to dry. He left you alone without a second thought in the word. Kim Taehyung left you before you could even step one foot in his vision. All of those memories started coming back in vivid flashbacks, each one felt like they were striking spears into your heart. The one where you first met, in middle school during a math class, and then two months ago when he bumped into your outside the dress shop trying to sneak a small peak. His boxy smile lighting up his face, as he pulled your body close. While the other hand rubbed circles on your cheek, then he'd place a chaste kiss to your lips. So soft, like he was afraid you'd break into a million parts if he was too rough.

You slammed the dressing room door shut behind you. At this weak moment you let yourself fall apart, you poured every emotions you had into this moment. The loud sobs echoed off of the walls, and your held yourself as the sob raked through your body. You could feel the makeup running down your cheeks the longer you sat there, and let the tears flow. The inside of your throat felt raw, and your vision was too blurry to even pinpoint the mirror. The door flung open and in walked more than the three people from before.

"Oh, baby." Bella's voice rang through your ears. Her arms pulled your body into her, as she crouched down to your level. She let you cry into her shoulder no matter how loud, or how messy. She let you get out all of the sadness and sorrow in your body. Another pair of hands were placed on your legs, and your back. Everyone gathered on the floor, and tried to comforted you through small touches. They couldn't relate, half of them were happily married, others had kids on the way, but they all had their shares of heartbreaks. And they're gonna be here for you no matter what.

"He l-l-left me. He actually left." You hiccuped into Bella's shoulder. As your hands gripped the yellow dress on her body. You wished this was a dream, that any minute now you'll wake up and it'll all be over. It wasn't supposed to end like this, you two made a plan. Till death do you part, that was supposed to happen. You were not supposed to get left in the middle of your wedding day. "I thought he loved me."

"Oh, honey." Sarah sniffled, while moving closer to you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, and laid her head in the crook of your neck. You could feel the tears fall down her face, and onto your neck. The three of you were so close, that when one was having a bad time it seemed like everyone got the same feeling. And now wasn't any different. "I'm so sorry."

"Can we get this stuff off of me." You cried, as you yanked at the veil that was hanging over your shoulder. The lace ripping in spots the harder your tugged. Both of them lifted you up, and forced the groomsmen out the door. Their hands went to the zippers, and then others went to the bobby pins that were holding your curls. You kicked off the heels, and tried to force the dress off. You didn't want anything on you that would remind you of the events that just happened. You just wanted to go home.

"Here I got her other clothes." Namjoon's embodied voice spoke through the door. You were handed the clothes within a second, and hastily covered your body once more. You quickly grabbed the makeup wipes on your way out. Namjoon held your body close, as he wrapped his jacket around you. "I'm so sorry, sis."

You smiled sadly, as you gripped the back of his shirt. "Please can we just go home." He nodded as he led everyone to limo. They piled in one by one, and the whole ride was silent. No one dared speak a word, after what just occurred. You were broken in the seat, and no one wanted you to become worse. "What happened."

It was the first sentence you spoke in that whole ride. Their eyes widened at your sudden words, but no one opened their mouths. Half of them didn't truly know, while the others did.

"Please." You begged, as you fiddled with the hen of your shirt.

"He said he was going to look for you, because to him it felt like a long time, but he never came back. That's why I came out." Jimin confessed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You laughed slightly, as you wiped your nose once more. "I still can't believe this actually happened, today."

Everyone stayed silent once more. Not knowing what to say, because they never pictured Taehyung doing something like this. He talked to highly of this day, he talked so highly of you. Then he just up and leaves without saying a word to nobody. The guy they knew disappeared the moment he decided to leave without a word. You let the silence lull you to sleep, as you hugged Namjoon's arm. And for once your brother didn't put up a fight.

"That stupid little bastard." Namjoon seethed through his teeth when he noticed you were fully asleep. His hands were clenched into fists the more he thought of it. The more he thought of him the more furious he got. He saw the looks on Sarah and Bella's faces and knew they were tempted to scream at the boys in the car. 

"How could you all not have known, especially you Jimin." Bella scolded as she poked her tongue to the inside of cheek. The poor girl was about to explode on someone, and you beat pity whoever is on the receiving end of her yelling. She'll yell until she is red in the face, and her throat is so sore that she can't speak for days. And right now she doesn't care about the consequences of her yelling, she needed to get it off of her chest. 

"I'm sorry, love, I truly am. But even I didn't know he was gonna flake last minute like this." Jimin apologized as he removed his hand from his girlfriends grasp. Only for her to intertwine them once more.

"I'm sorry I snapped I'm just pissed. I love you." She smiled, as she gripped his arm once more. His soft smile, and kind eyes looking at her like she was only girl in the world. That was what true love really looked like.

Namjoon stared down at you and he could feel tears swell his eyes. He was your brother, and it was supposed to be his job to protect you. To protect you from the harsh outside world, and yet he couldn't protect you from this heartbreak. "I'm so sorry."

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It has been almost a year. A year, since you were stood up at that alter. A year since you felt your heart get torn to shreds, and you never felt the same. The trust you had in people slowly diminished as time went on. You could tell everyone was worried sick, but you always said it happens sometimes. But no matter what you always stayed with those who stayed that unfaithful day. They done everything they could to get you back out there, expect for Namjoon. Your poor brother was hell bent on never letting something like that happen again.

You loved your brother to death, but he was becoming suffocating. You understood completely his stance on the situation, but right now you needed some time alone. A night out of begging for you to take one foot out the door, and yet he was always there asking for help. Wether it be with Bella, hell even cooking the poor boy wanted as much supervision as possible. All you wanted to was to have one night, and you prayed that it would come soon.

"Namjoon let the girl have some fun tonight!" Bella sighed as she dangled her car keys in front of him. "Please Joonie! It's my bachelorette party!"

He raised an eyebrow at her request. And the only thing that greeted them was pure silence, and a questionable look from Namjoon. Bella groaned loudly, as she flung her body back against the couch. "You promise you'll keep an eye on her."

"Oh my god! Joon it's been a year-" You argued slightly, before your sentence was cut off.

"Yes! Oh my god, I will see you later Joon, and tell Jimin I love him!" Bella skipped with glee to her car and quickly opened the driver side door. Without a second thought you climbed into the back seat, and was greeted by a yell of surprise from Sarah.

"It's about time! Now we can actually get drunk and have some fun!" Sarah smiled as she bopped her head to the beat of the song. You noticed that it was only the three of you in the car. Who's gonna be the driver?

"You two will be drinking, but I'm out tonight. Can't drink with two on board." Bella sighed lightly as she pulled into the bar. Yet her face tells a different story, she didn't look too upset about not drinking tonight.

"Now wait a damn minute! You're pregnant!" You bellowed in the back of the car, as Sarah sat there with a shocked expression. “Oh my god honey! Congratulations!”

“Wait this is your bachelorette party! We don’t need to go to bar we should be doing something you can do!” Sarah said, as she argued for another route. Only for Bella to wave her hand, and keep the same route to the bar on fifth street. And you weren’t gonna lie you needed a strong shot of whiskey, but Bella deserved to have this night for her.

“Y/n, and you Sarah both need heavy drinks I can tell, and besides the WiFi is way better then at my apartment.”

You tilted your head through the rear view mirror. You wanted her to be sure about this whole plan, considering how loud and rowdy this bar can get. Especially after everyone’s done their sixth shot.

“If you get nauseous at, or even a headache we’re leaving immediately.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Says the mom to be.”

When you car finally pulled into the parking lot you were practically bouncing in your seat. The thought of that burning alcohol sliding down your throat was really starting to take a hold of you. Raspberry vodka was tempting right now and boy were you gonna settle this thirst.

“Be careful girls! I’ll be in the back booth.” Bella smiled as she careful made her way through the crowed bar. Her arm wrapped securely around her stomach no matter what. She was trying to remain as cautious as possible. You could feel your heart break slightly as you know she didn’t want to be here.

“Don’t stress Jimin is probably already here, we all made a plan earlier.” Sarah laughed as she dragged you towards the open bar. Her eyes darting from left to right as she scanned her options “Cocktail.”

“Whiskey, but Sarah why do I get the feeling you all made a plan for this place to see if we can get some dates.” You sighed as you tipped the glass up to your lips with desperation in your actions you downed the whole glass. And quickly slid it over for another. “I see the boys are here.”

“We just thought you’d want to see some options, and have a well deserved drinks.” Sarah shrugged as she swirled her straw in the blue liquid. Her voice started to her lost within the loudness of the music. You started to respond before a hand gripped your jacket.

“Y/n, were gonna head out, please make sure you get a ride home with the boys.” Jimin nodded as he gripped Bella’s waist and tugged her along. “And please have some fun, and here are the keys to Bella’s car.”

You gave a mock salute as you turned back to your drink. Your head swaying with the music that blasted through the speakers. Then you noticed how Sarah’s leg was bouncing wildly, and making her seat squeak with every movement. Her eyes staying on the group that was so conveniently placed in the seat that Bella was sitting at. “Namjoon is still single right?”

“First of all, gross, and second of all I’m pretty sure.” You faked gagged, as you eyed her and then your brother. “Go asked him to dance.”

The poor girls eyes widen to a comical size almost. And the liquor in her throat gagged her slightly. You rolled your eyes at her manner, before you nudged her harshly. “Sarah, man up and ask him to dance.”

A whimper left her, as she eyed the girls that were starting to go over to the table more often. You weren’t gonna lie his friends were actually pretty cute, especially the one named Hoseok, but you highly doubt he’d even let you near them after what happened. You mentally scolded yourself for even bringing that up. It happened, and you were supposed to get over it like it never happened. You were supposed never thing about that horrible situation again. You could feel your mood turning sour at the mere thought of that day.

“Will you be okay?” Sarah asked, putting down her finished drink. A sharp nod left you as you nudged her towards the boy. You still couldn’t believe the crush she has him, ever since high school. The girl tried to pass every exam and her bumped to advance placement just to see him a few extra times throughout the day. You felt yourself smile at the innocent memory, as it reminded you of the great times you had in high school.

“I’m kinda surprised a beautiful girl like you is all alone right now.” The voice sounded familiar in the back of your head. But you had downed a few shots, and you had to give your mind a minute to play catch up with your body. You tried to swirl yourself around and answer the stranger statement, but you weren’t meant with a stranger.

Oh god no.

Your eyes met his in sheer panic. There he was in the flesh. His beautiful black hair now dyed a soft blond, and you hated to admit it, but it suited him. You felt all those drinks start to resurface in your throat, as he stared at you with sweet puppy dogs eyes. And his usually boxy smile. Shit, he’s only spoke one sentence and everything has already came back. All the love that filled you from head to toe, to that hatred that surged through your veins, it was all coming just from him standing there.

“Oh my god, I have to go.” You sputtered out quickly as you paid for the drinks on the table. The alcohol making you waver in your steps just slightly. Out of pure instinct your hands gripped onto his jacket sleeve, and surprisingly his hands went straight for your waist. You yanked the hands away as if they burnt your body through your jacket material. You felt disgusting to let him stare at you, let alone lay a hand on you. You gripped the keys, and shoulder checked your way through the crowds of people.

As soon as the bar doors opened, and the crips air hit your face you immediately felt better. You needed this breather, as you dashed towards the car. You wished this was a dream as much as your failed wedding night. He shouldn’t have been in there! He skipped your wedding, and skipped town so why the hell is he here. Why now of all times. “Y/n, please, let me explain!”

You halted in your steps. He didn’t deserve to have his side of the story told, he left you. He left you at the alter, and made you look like a fool in front of everyone. He didn’t care about you, and now he wants to show some compassion and try to explain. No, he doesn’t get to, he gets to the feel the same way you felt that day. You were gonna leave there dumbfound, because it’s what that bastard deserves.

“I still love you.” He shouted, as he raced towards your side. And you could feel the emotions burning a hole in your chest. The sound of him saying that still warmed your heart to the core. But that shouldn’t happen, he left you a year ago! Those feelings should have left when he decided to leave you at that alter. You turned around sharply, and tried to steady your breath. You could have sworn a small smile graze his face.

“Do you think that matters to me? Do you really think confessing to me in a bar parking lot is going to make a difference! You left me at that alter and made me out to be a fool!” You bellowed as you took steps back to the car. You fiddled noticeably with the keys. Your vision was slightly impaired due to the alcohol and tears. Which were never a good combo.

“Look I know I mess u, but I’m back! Please just let me give you a ride home.” He suggested as he placed his large hands on yours. You needed to stop this, put an end to all of his bullshit right now and leave. Leave him like he did to you. Give this bastard a taste of his own medicine. “I’ll take you home in this car, and come back for mine.”

You should have gone and gotten on the guys or Sarah. But you knew as soon as they saw him all hell would break loose. Even though you hate to admit it, it would kill you inside to see that happen to him. Your fingers traced the sides of the car to keep you steady. “Take me to Bella’s.”

Taehyung smiled as he raced towards the drivers seat, and started the car. He would open and close his mouth several times throughout the ride. Begging to say his half of the story, and he knew he was an asshole for what he did. He knew he didn’t deserve any type of forgiveness at all. Yet he still wanted to know how you felt. He needed to know if you still loved him. He pulled into the familiar apartment lot, and watched with sorrow in his eyes as you jumped out of the car. Jimin knew he was gonna be here, and he wanted to go talk him, he wanted to go talk to you.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he lightly tapped on the door. He wanted five minutes after you went in at this point. The wooden door swung open and revealed his best friend who didn’t look too happy with him either. Nonetheless he jerked his head to the side, and motioned where you were act. Staring blankly out of the window.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You firmly stated as you pulled your legs to your chest. You wanted to leave at this moment, or else you were gonna break down. Bella gripped your hand, as you saw her reflection in the mirror. She was glaring daggers at her fiancé. You knew there was fight brewing within her, that she was trying to keep calm in this situation. You needed her to stay calm and she knew that, she was your rock.

“Give him five minutes.” Bella suggested in a whispered tone. Your teary eyes glossed over even more at her suggestion. This was a bad idea, and you knew it. You couldn’t believe that she actually wanted you to talk to him as well. “When the five minutes are up I’ll force him to leave.”

You gave a small nod, and waited for his presence to join you on the couch. His weight shifted the cushions, but you didn’t move an inch. Your eyes stayed locked onto the street lights that illuminated the ground below. He didn’t open his mouth and the silence was becoming too much to handle. Either he was gonna talk now or you were gonna call time and force him out of the house.

“I know you’re mad.” You scoffed at the obvious statement. Making it clear that all your emotions were gonna be on the table. “But I am so sorry, y/n, I am so extremely sorry. That day I got scared and worried. We’re still so young, and at that moment I questioned myself on if I was able to settle down. I didn’t know at that time I could or not.”

“You should have talked to me and you know that! You ditched me at that alter, and I was left all alone making everyone around pick of the pieces to something you broke. You shouldn’t get to say you’re sorry, and think that’s gonna fix everything because it won’t. Saying you still love in that parking lot is not going to fix any of this!” You bellowed, and ran a shaky hand through your hair. You couldn’t break down no, not now. He shouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

“I said that because it’s true. I made the biggest mistake of life when I left you like that. I’m here to see if you even have an ounce of love left for me. I want to make us work again.” He sputtered as he gripped your hands. He rubbed small circles on the back of your hand to try and comfort you. He brought your fingertips to his lips and placed small kisses to each once. “Tell me to leave, and I swear I’ll leave this town and never come back. But look me in the eyes and say you don’t love me anymore. I need to know that.”

You lifted your graze from the street lights and stared directly into his eyes. Those kind eyes sending you into a spiral of mixed emotions. You hated this bastard, but on the other hand you knew deep down in your heart that your love for him was still as strong as it was that day. But you didn’t want to get hurt anymore, and the longer you stared the more sucked in your were getting. “You don’t deserve my answer. If you truly care about me, and want this to work out. You’ll work for it. Make me want you back, and then we’ll see.”

“I’ll try with everything in me, because y/n, I never stopped loving you.”