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samandcolbyownme · 11 months ago

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Summary: Your work trip ended early but you haven't told anyone but your one friend, who subtly plans a last minute get together as a way for you to surprise your boyfriend, Jake who can't stand being away from you any longer.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, hair pulling, choking, biting, oral (f rec), scratching, unprotected rough but sensual sex, general filth

Word count: 3.4k | not edited & not a request

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"My flight lands at five.." you speak into the phone, "Then it's an hour to your house from the airport, so I would say have them come over by six thirty? Seven maybe?"

"It feels like months since I've seen you." Kat laughs, "I know Jake is itching to get his hands on you."

"You haven't told him that I'm coming home have you?" You sit up slightly.

"No, I haven't told anyone. I promise." She assures you and you sigh, "Okay. Good. I want to make a dramatic entrance."

"I know, that's why I haven't. You know damn well if Jake knew you were coming home early, he'd be at the airport right now waiting for you."

You smile, nodding to yourself, "Oh I know he would. He thinks I'm in a meeting right now. I feel bad lying to him but.." you shrug and Kat laughs, "I'm sure he'll understand when you walk through my door later on tonight."

"I'm thinking we play it off as I'm the pizza person, you can say you're ordering pizza.. you call me instead and have Jake answer the door?" You bite your lip, thinking about seeing him for the first time in almost three weeks.

"That's perfect. Oh.. Sam is coming. Gotta go. Love you!" Kat says and you smile, "See you soon. Love you."

You take a deep breath, seeing a message from Jake that you can't answer because you want to keep the jig up, hurts. You want nothing more than to tell him, but you know it'll be a better surprise if you hold on to being the pizza delivery person.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You had twenty minutes until you were at Kat's house, and you were getting anxious because you were so excited.

You kept picturing seeing Jake. His smile when he first sees you. His arms wrapping around you tight. You were also, at this point, getting antsy.

You had to repeatedly fight the urge to tell the Uber driver to step on it. Go faster. Do anything to get you there before your actual arrival time.

You glance down at your phone, seeing a message from Kat, Everyone is finally here. I already told them I ordered the pizza.. How much longer??

You glance up at the gps screen, looking back down at your phone to type, Ten minutes. I'm actually kind of shaking, Kat. Is Jake in a good mood? I haven't answered him in a while.

You tap the side of your phone, waiting for her reply to pop up, He keeps saying it's not the same without you. I keep telling him that you'll be home in a few days and we can party it up when you get home.

You laugh quietly, thank you for doing this. I'm sure it's not easy keeping a secret like this. You're a real one.

You rest your phone down, bouncing your leg as you watch the arrival time go down minute by minute.

"Can we park a little bit down the street? I'm surprising people and I don't want them seeing a car pulling up outside the house." You explain to the driver and he's all for it, "Of course! I love a good surprise reunion."

He stops down the street and you get out, taking your suitcase with you, "Thank you so, so much!"

"Have a good night!" He smile with a nod and drives off. You pull out your phone, texting Kat, I just got dropped off down the street. I can see your house now.

As you walk up to the house, the windows are open so you can hear the chatter of everyone inside. You bring your hand up, pressing the little white button to ring the door bell.

"Jake, go get the pizza." Kat demands, "Please."

"Why do I have to go get it?" Jake argues and you can't help but smile. Kat raises her voice, "Just go get the damn pizza, Jake!"

He huffs, "I don't know why I have to be the one to go get the fu-" the door opens and he stops talking.

He stands there in shock as you smile and laugh, "Hi, baby."

He lunges to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close as he lifts you off the ground, "No fucking way." He leans his head back, eyes scanning over your face as he smiles, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I finished work early and there was no meeting today. I was catching flights." You wrap your arms around his neck tighter, "I wanted to surprise you."

"Well you succeeded because boy am I shocked." He laughs, burrowing his face into your neck.

"I've never seen Jake act like that with a pizza delivery guy." You hear someone say and Johnnie speaks up, "I have."

You laugh and Jake sets you down, "I'm.." he laughs and shakes his head as he cups your cheeks, "wow."

You smile and pull him in for a kiss, "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you more than anything. You have no idea." He kisses all over your face and you laugh. He slings his arm around your shoulder, "Come on."

He walks you in the house and everyone shouts different things of surprise.

"Oh my god!"

"Y/n!"

"No fucking way!"

"Welcome home!"

You smile, "Hey guys." You looking Kat and she runs over to you, "My turn." She hugs you and you hug her, "Hello to you, too."

You laugh and rub her back and Jake sighs, "Okay. Okay. Last time I checked, she was my girlfriend."

Kat leans back, looking at him, "I knew her first, Jake. But fine.. I have to go call in the pizza anyway."

Jake scoffs and groans, "Kat! You said you already did that."

"Would you rather have had pizza or y/n?" Kat raises a brow and Jake snaps and points to you, "Y/n of course." Kat smirks, "That's what I thought."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You're sitting on Jake's lap, twirling a piece of his hair as you stare at him, "Two weeks was enough." He nods, tilting his head into your hand, "i wish you would have told me. I would have came and got you."

You smile, "I know.. but I wanted to have a moment, you know?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, no. I get it." He turns his head, kissing your palm, "Can't wait to get you home, though." He raises his eyebrows and moves you off of his lap.

You scoff, "Hey. Hey!"

He looks back at you with a smile as he walks over to get a drink. You keep your eyes on him until Kat comes over, stealing his spot, "Okay, so I have to know.. what was Milan like?"

"Oh my god. It was absolutely beautiful. You would have died." You take your phone out, clicking on your pictures to show her.

Each picture is followed by a quiet, "Oh my gosh."

You smirk, "We're going back. I need to take you."

She lays a hand over her heart, "Oh y/n. I love you." You smile, "if I could have brought you with I would have. But I love you, too!"

Your phone vibrates and you internally groan as you hope it's not work. You look at it and do a double take as you see it's a text from Jake, Been absolutely craving you since the night you left.

You look up, searching for him. Your eyes widen when you see him leaning against the counter, phone in hand staring at you.

Another text comes through, Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you, baby.

You swallow, and tilt your head as you look up at Jake. You feel a hand on your arm, "What is going on? Are you and Jake having another moment?"

You look over at Kat, "Uh, yeah." You clear your throat and cross your leg, "You could say that." You smirk slightly and she shakes her head, "Girl, just go home with him already! You two deserve it."

"You won't be mad?" You pout slightly and she laughs, "Get out of here already."

You stand up, walking over to Jake who looks at you with an innocent smile, "Hello my lovely girlfriend."

"Don't start pretending that you didn't just-"

"Just what? Hmm?" He sticks his tongue out, quickly wetting his lips and your eyes flick from them to his eyes, "Just take me home so your tongue can explain what you texted me."

He raises his brows, "Well, if you insist." He winks and sets his cup down, shoving his phone in his back pocket, "M'lady." He holds his arm out and you laugh, "you're so weird."

"But you love me." He glances at you and you nod, "I sure do." You walk into where everything is and you wave, "Bye guys."

"Leaving already?" Sam asks as he looks up at you and Jake. You nod, "Yeah, I've flew on three different planes today. Jet lag, you know."

Johnnie laughs, "Nah, they're going home to bone!"

Jake does finger guns to him and nods, "You are so right, my boy." You pat Jake's chest and scoff while trying not to laugh, "Jake. Oh my god."

"Have fuuuun!" Kat yells, "And be safe!"

"Safe? What's the fun in that?" Jake jokes and you pull him with you to the door, "Let's go. Before you embarrass me some more." Jake laughs and grabs your suitcase before walking out with you.

"Come on, y/n. You know I had to have a little fun before we dipped." Jake smirks at you as he slides your suite case into the backseat. You roll your eyes, "I know. But I just want to get home."

You go to open the car door but Jake's hand slides under yours, "I know you probably haven't had anyone open your car doors the last two weeks, but you're home now. So that mean.." he opens your door, "I do."

You giggle as you get in, staring up at him with a smile on your face.

You were glad to be home.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The drive home was simple. You filled him in on the stuff he didn't know, which wasn't much considering you talked to him every chance you could. His hand holding yours like he isn't going to let go again, thumb dragging gently over your skin.

You soaked up the sweet moment, because you knew as soon as you got back to your shared apartment, there wasn't going to be anything sweet about it.

Jake missed you and he was going to show you just how much he did.

"Alright. Home sweet home." Jake smirks as he puts the car in park, "Ready?"

You look over at him, "I've been ready since I knew I was coming home today." He smirks, nodding, "Yeah. I can imagine." He bites his lower lip, "Come on, then." He gets out and you wait patiently for him to walk around and open your door.

"What a good girl." He jokes, but that just made you want him more. You get out, hands immediately going to the sides of his neck as you push your body against his.

His hands lay on your waist and he spins to pin you up against the car. He kisses down your neck and you tilt your head back, moaning quietly as he bites down onto your skin.

You tilt your head back up, laying your hands flat on his chest, “Let’s go inside.” You breathe out, “It’ll be better.”

“Yeah it will.” He grabs your hand, pushing the door shut as he walks you up the steps to your door. He quickly unlocks it, pushing it open before pulling you infront of him.

His hands lay on your hips as he guides you backwards into the dark house. You reach over, flipping the switch as he closes the door.

“C’mere.” He bends down slightly, grabbing the back of your thighs and catching you as you jump. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands go back to the sides of his neck.

Your lips meet his, moving in a quick, yet beautiful sync. Your back meets the couch as he lays you down.

His hands move to untie your sweats and he was thanking you mentally for wearing something easy for him to get into it.

“You’re going to taste so good.” He mumbles as he kisses back your jaw line, “Been thinking about you so much lately.”

“I’m home now.” You smile, gasping as he sucks a well deserved mark into the skin of your neck. Your hand moves up to lay on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he works his way down.

His hands move up to push your shirt up, fingers gently dragging up and down your torso, “Sit on my face.”

You bit your lip, looking up at him as he leans back, “Please.”

You nod, “okay.” You go to get up but he stops you, making you lay back down so he can remove your sweats and panties, “Let me get these off for you.”

He smirks as he pulls down your sweats, discarding them to the floor before sliding his hands up your legs, “And these.” He glances up at you then back down as he reveals your soaked pussy.

His lip pulls between his teeth and he lets out a sigh through his nose, “Yeah.” He smirks up at you, “I can’t wait any longer.”

He pulls you up by your hands, taking your place on the couch, “Come on, baby.” He wiggles his fingers, indicating he wants you to straddle his head.

You move up next to him, grabbing the back of the couch as you swing your leg over. He licks his lips, eyes on the prize as his hands slide up to grip your hips.

You lower yourself down, instantly moaning as you feel his tongue slip into you.

The sucking and slurping of your pussy sends you into a frenzy. You felt like it was forever since Jake was between your legs, usually it’s every other night or so.

Your nails dig into the couch as your other one tangles into his dark hair, “F-fuck.. fuck..” you fight to not squeeze your thighs shut, “Yes.. y-yes..”

Your head falls back, eye squeezing shut as he brings you to your first needed orgasm.

His tongue doesn’t stop. His nose bumps your clit at the right angle, sending more of a pleasured sensation through your body.

Your legs are shaking, your hips buck as he pulls you down onto him more, “J-Jake.. baby..” you moan loudly, panting as he brings you through your high.

He lifts your hips, looking up at you with a smile, “You like that?”

You look down at him with a smirk, “Yeah.. maybe a little.” You bite your lip as you go to get off, but he pulls you back down, “Gotta make you like it a lot.”

His tongue is back to work and you moan, tugging his hair as you grind your hips down onto his face, “Shit.. shit..”

He slides his hand over, rubbing circles onto your clit as his tongue laps on your folds.

You quickly take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. His eyes widen at the sight and he slides his other hand up to toy with one of your nipples.

Your brain goes fuzzy, moaning as you knead your other boob with your own hand, “Fuuuck.” You moan, whispering at the pinching of your nipple, “Gonna cum..”

The pressure on your clit hardens at your words and your hand goes back to gripping the back of the couch, moaning and whimpering as he brings you to another orgasm.

Your legs shake around his head and you gasp, “Jake.. Jake..” you lean back slightly and he pulls away, “How was that?”

“That was fucking fantastic.” You smile as you look down at him, chest rising and falling rapidly, “Now fuck me like that.”

He raises his eyebrows and nods, “Say no more.”

You move off of him, taking your original spot back. You watch as he strips down, eyes grazing over the tattoos you love so much.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much.” You lay your hands on his shoulders as he moves his body to hover over yours.

His one arm hooks under your thigh and pushes it back, “I’ve missed you more, babe.” You stare up at him as the tip of his cock rubs against your slick opening.

Your lips part as he slips in. Your moans being cut up by his lips closing the space. His thrusts are slow at first, soaking up the feeling of you finally being home.

Your arm wraps around his neck as your back arches, pressing your chest to his, “You make me feel so good.” You whisper in between kisses, “So.. fucking.. good baby.”

He smirks, groaning as he nods, “You always feel so good to me.” He pushes his hips in, bottoming out so you can feel every inch of him, “I want you to know how much I missed you.”

You gasp as he pushes hard, grinding his hips slowly against yours. You lick your lips, moving your hips to try and get more, “I know you missed me.”

He rests his forehead against yours as he pulls out, thrusting back in, and repeating his actions a few times before picking up the pace.

He slides his free hand up your side, resting his elbow by your head. His other hand grips the inside of your thigh that his arm is wrapped around.

“Cum for me.” His words are deep sounding as he brushes hair from your face, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

His lips kiss up and down your neck, over your collar bone to the other side, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You tilt your head back, moaning as he thrusts into you, “A-lmost there..” you whimper, “Fuck.”

His hand slides into your hair, tilting your head back so he can kiss under your jaw. You squeeze his cock, moaning as you move your hips to meet his, “yesyesyes!”

Your back arches as you cum. Jake wraps his lips around your nipple, gently biting down and sucking as your eyes roll back.

Your legs wrap right around his waist as he fucks you through the high, causing you to become a whimpering, moaning mess under him.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers into your ear as you settle down, “So fucking good.” He tilts your head up so he can meet his lips with yours.

Your hands slide into his hair, holding him to you as he swallows your moans, “Cum in me.” He nods, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yes..” you feel his thrusts get sloppy, “Please baby..”

He buries his face into your neck as he moans lowly, “Fucking hell.” You drag your nails up his back, digging them into his shoulders to leave little crescent marks in his skin.

He groans as you repeat the process, moaning along with him as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

He relaxes his body on top of yours and lets out a sigh, “That was the best welcome home I’ve ever gotten and I wasn’t even the one who came home.”

He laughs as he leans up, reaching over to grab his shirt to clean you up with. You smile and nod, “I should go away more often.”

He instantly glares at you, “No.”

“No? What do you mean no?” You laugh as you sit up and he leans in, “You cant leave me again. I was like a lost puppy without you.”

You smirk, “But you had Johnnie.”

“I can’t have sex with Johnnie.” Jake tries not to laugh but inevitably fails and you shrug, “I mean…”

“Don’t even, y/n.” Jake laughs and leans in, pecking your lips quickly, “I’ve missed you being mean to me.” You scoff, “That wasn’t mean.”

He fake pouts, “Well my feelings are.. hurt.”

“Awe. Do I need to make it up to you?” You fake pout back and lean in, “I’m sorry.” Jake runs a hand over your head, “You know what.. I think you do..”

“Can it be in the shower?” You raise your brows, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “it can be anywhere you want it to be.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I’m suuuuper proud of this one. Let me know what you think! Love yas!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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juyeonszn · 1 year ago

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BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU’RE INVITED!

PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒minimal angst ﹒crack

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!

SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE LETS GAURRRRR i’m so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so that’s kinda crazy 😭 my boyz have been here for 6 years wow 💔 anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, don’t forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if u’d like to be tagged in these <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of school work for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

“FRIENDLY” COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O’CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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pshbites · 3 months ago

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LOVE ON AiR: 13. YNXOXO VLOG: cafe date with my girls <3

WARNiNGS » profanity, jayke bickering, ermm not much else

wc: 1.2k (kinda short but there’s not much to write!!)

video desc: hi guys welcome back to my bubble! today me giselle and kat ended up going to a cafe, we tried croffles for the first time and just caught up. afterwards we took a couple insta pics and then called it a day. fairly short vlog today but hope you enjoyed! ^.^

you prop up the camera on your vanity and walk further back so your whole body is in the frame. “hi guys i know this is a weird way to start the vlog but i need help” you were currently wearing your bunny pajama set that you and sunoo got to match on your last weekend trip. you held up two different outfits and looked at the camera. “i’ve done everything else, i just need an outfit” you look at the first outfit and then the camera.

“this one makes sense because it’s a cafe and you know it’s like. cute. oh my god i told myself i was gonna stop saying like anyways” you grumbled, looking at the other outfit in your hand. “this one is a bit more casual and not as over the top? but still cute.” you look at the camera once more and sigh. you think for a second and look at both of the outfits once more. reluctantly you set the first one down on your bed and hold up the second one.

“i’ll wear this! i’ll be right back guys!” you smile at the camera and run to the bathroom, shutting the door. you quickly change being sure not to mess up your makeup or hair. you walk out and do a spin for the camera, smiling softly. you walk closer and pick up the camera. “okay now i can properly start the vlog, hi guys welcome back to my little bubble!” you smile and wave. you begin walking out of your room and to your living room. “today me kat and giselle are going to a cafe! the three of us haven’t hung out in soo long i miss my girls” you pout softly at the camera, slipping on your shoes.

you stepped out of your apartment, locking the door behind you and getting in the elevator. thankfully there wasn’t anyone there. “todays vlog might be relatively short but i’ll try my best!” you give the camera a thumbs up. it was easier to vlog if you were doing a lot but whenever you’re not doing much in the day it’s a bit harder to make content out of it. “a little update: after that party last weekend my mom came over and made me a ton of food so i’m grateful for that!” you nodded, smiling at the camera. “i love my moms cooking so much. i think that’s always what i miss most when i moved out, but it’s really freeing having your own place you know? i feel like i couldn’t even live with a roommate because it’s just so nice being on my own”

the elevator doors opened, revealing your apartment lobby. you waved hi to the doorman and walked out, making your way to the cafe you three had to meet at. “do you guys enjoy being alone or with your friends? tell me in the comments!” you speak to the camera, walking at the same time. “me personally i prefer a bit of both you know? like i enjoy my alone time but i also love going out with my friends whenever i can, i think it’s healthy to keep a mix of it in your life!” you smiled softly, as if you were directly talking to someone in front of you.

“the walk to the cafe isn’t that far, one of my friends had introduced it to me. isn’t it funny? that you live near a cool place and you don’t even know until someone tells you?” you laugh slightly, thoughts drifting sunwoo. there was nothing truly special about him, he was just a guy that you happened to meet and get closer to. you weren’t even sure if you could call what the two of you had a relationship because nothing was ever established. maybe that’s why it hurt so bad when he moved away, those feelings left unresolved. you sighed and groaned.

“living in a walkable city is all fun and games until you actually have to walk somewhere” you were now stopped at a crosswalk, the cafe just across the street. you looked at yourself in the camera and fixed your hair, a stray hair on your face. “it’s so odd that it’s august and it’s hot, like what happened to fall you know?” you sighed, crossing the street to reach to the cafe. you peaked in the window and spotted kat and giselle at a table. your face brightened up as you waved at them. the two girls spotted you and gestured you to come in.

you open the door and rush to their table, taking a seat. “guys they’re here oh my god it’s like they aren’t real” you flipped the camera around to show both kat and giselle and they just start laughing at you. “hi vlog!” giselle waves and leans closer to the camera. kat also waves, giggling. “oh my god they already ordered food i love them so much” you pan the camera over to the drinks and food the girls ordered, then showed your face. “i love when she talks as if we’re not sitting here” giselle giggles at your face and kat nods along “it’s so adorable” she mutters, watching as you talk to the camera with such excitement.

you prop the camera up on the table and face kat and giselle. “ugh i missed you guys, catch me up please!” you reach for the drink, knowing it’s yours because giselle pushed it closer to you. you take a sip, looking up at kat and giselle. kat looked to giselle with curious eyes. “you’re hiding something..” she squinted at giselle, as if trying to see what she was hiding. giselle keeps her mouth shut then lets out a breath she was holding. “okay fine! i might have lied to you guys last weekend!” she admits, earning a gasp from both you and kat who just look at one another, then at giselle.

“well!! spill!!” you spoke out, gesturing her to keep talking. giselle sighed and groaned, “well you know how i told you guys that i was seeing some hometown friends last weekend?” she looked to the two of you, as if wanting some sort of confirmation you were catching her drift. kat gasped and you looked between the two of them. “what? wait tell me!” you whined, tapping giselles hand.

“well you know that childhood friend you guys know about well, me and him were on a date” giselle breathed out and you gasped louder than kat did before. giselle shushed you in embarrassment. “oh my god.. well? how was it?” you looked at her, a bit excited. kat rolled her eyes and scoffed, taking a sip of her latte. “it couldn’t have been good if she didn’t tell us” you shushed her, giving giselle your full attention.

“it actually wasn’t good.. i don’t know we had a connection then things got awkward and when he took me home he asked if he could come up” you and kat wore the same shocked expression as giselle laid the entire date out for you two. “no.. never let a man come into your house on the first date” kat pointed the camera, talking to giselle as well as the viewers. both you and giselle start laughing, forgetting the camera was even there.

you reached for the camera, turning it to face you. “well with that note of advice i’m gonna end the vlog off here. thank you for joining me in my bubble and i’ll see you guys next time! bye bye!!” you turn the camera to giselle and kat and they both wave bye, blowing kisses.

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poetic-pearls · 3 months ago

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Fusebox survey

let's be real for a second: fusebox isn't going to listen to our opinions anyways.

But I obviously took the survey just to be sure, and I'd like to share my "What would you like to see in the new seasons?" answer. I'd love to hear your thoughts or if you have anything to add.

(Don't judge this is my first post)

- Fewer diamond options = having to spend fewer diamonds (it makes me consider not playing anymore)

- Fewer scenes where people want to drag us away to have one-on-one conversations

-The love interests having their own personalities/different things happening/conversations depending on the LI

-better female love interests

-slow-burn romance options

-love interests/other characters not acting like they are married off after being paired up for a few days/weeks

-Love interests who are there just for fun/who might be distant due to uncertainty regarding whether or not they are deserving of love (slow burn??)

- love interests who are sassy (not in a cringey way)

-love interests who don't actually want to be there

-love interests that just want the money

-the possibility of coupling up with friends (to prevent being dumped)

-Teaming up and pretending to be a couple to fool everyone to win!!! (Maybe they fall in love?)

-angst!!!!!!

- Female love interests that are like Angie (the best love interest to ever exist)

- A female love interest who is like Kat (maybe she's in denial about being attracted to women?)

- Female love interest who has internalised homophobia/makes comments towards the player -> character development

- Please stop always creating a female character that hates the Player (I swear they're basically the same person over and over again).

-The possibility that unlikable characters actually talk it through with the Player (ONCE!!!) instead of reverting to the same behavior repeatedly

- Better-looking and free character customization

- Better and more free clothing options

-The possibility of getting compliments for our outfit even if we didn't choose a "diamond" option.

-other characters having multiple outfits

- having actual best friend options (not being forced to be friends with someone)

-being able to be besties with guys

-being able to just be friends with Love interests

- Being able to actually turn down love interests (make two options for turning someone down that sound the same but mean different things: I'm not interested (don't ask again); I'm not interested (might change my mind if you ask again)).

->These options should be available not just the first time, but every time someone makes a move on you

-every love interest being obsessed with the Player when she's locked in with her partner/someone else (stop making everyone act like they are in love with us and then they turn around and reassure their partner how badly they want them when the player doesn't choose them/turns them down (it makes every character seem disloyal and makes people want to stop playing).

-Again: make a female love interest like angie!!!!!!

-more Angst!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-please make another character like hamish

-please, please, please make (obvious) arab/south asian love interests/characters in general

-more country options for our character

-more and better career options (stop making the same ones over and over again)

-LET OUR CHARACTER HAVE A FLESHED OUT BACKSTORY

-PLEASE let us have a 'survey' before the first episode really begins where we can answer questions about our character (many options) that influence/define our backstory (not questions like 'what's your type on paper' more like 'what's your relationship with your parents')

-take more time to fully flesh out the story -> don't immidiently upload another season after the end of the last one-quicker Updates maybe (wednesdays AND sundays/saturdays or two episode at once)

-older love interest options (MOMS!!)

-let us maybe already have children

-being able to choose our age

-LET US HAVE A DISTINCT PERSONALITY (players can have different personalities that influence our choices and journey in the villa/how other perceive us), stop making the MC the same in every season (personalities: bubbly, laid back, unlikeable/just outright rude (no one likes us), nice/people pleaser/doormatt, etc.)

-bigger variety in ages (other characters)

-clothes: streetwear, (lacoste, adidas, etc.) tracksuits, traditional clothing options, elegance (not tacky/ugly glitter dresses), y2k (ayesha erotica), juicy couture, more and better sneaker options (i just want EVERYONE to be able to express themselves and not just always the same style of clothing)

#litg #litg hamish #love island the game #fusebox games #Fusebox #Fusebox survey #Survey #No one will view this post but i don't care 💖#first post

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visualtaehyun · 4 days ago

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Bella please watching the same shows as you is such a blessing in life and I’m so excited to see you are excited for THK 😍😍😍😍😍 I pay attention to the pronouns now (because of you!) and when bison used mueng with fadel I had a 😮 moment.

Is it common to use gu/mueng with older brothers? Or is there ✨s i g n i f i c a n c e✨ (the way i am always on ONE agenda 😭)

Nani, I love you 😂😂 sorry it took me a few days to answer, work's been kicking my butt but I'm here now to talk pronouns~

First of all, it's so much fun to me when people tell me they start noticing pronoun choices hehe, and secondly, I remember having that same 😮 reaction when I first noticed a parent character use กู/มึง /guu, meung/ with their child (it was Chopper's dad in NLMG but he wasn't even the only parent to do so on that show).

For obvious reasons (Hi! I'm German actually!), I can't speak on how common it is to use กู/มึง /guu, meung/ with older siblings in real life but I went through my inner pronoun-use-in-shows archive (hush, not a word, this is who I am lmao) and among the sibling relationships there are in the many Thai shows I've seen, honestly not a lot of younger siblings use กู/มึง /guu, meung/:

1 - Day and his older brother Night (Last Twilight)

ไม่ต้องคิดมากมึง /mai dtaawng khit maak, meung/

2 - Punn and his younger brother Pai (Be Mine Superstar)

แล้วพ่อแม่กูอะ ก็พ่อแม่มึงนั้นแหละ /laaeo por mae guu a, gaaw por mae meung nan lae/

3 - Tai and his younger brother Tien (La Pluie)

มึง ลากกูออกมากลางดึก /meung... laak guu aawk maa glaang deuk/ -> These two have two more brothers still, one older and one younger than the both of them, who they speak to differently than they do with each other. With the eldest, Nuea, they call him พี่ /phi/ while Nuea uses กู/มึง /guu, meung/. Meanwhile the youngest, Chan, gets the baby treatment. :D

In terms of significance, I think it mostly comes down to what the writers or the characters intend to convey.

With (2) Punn and Pai, for example, they clearly are a roughhousing chaotic brother duo so having them use กู/มึง /guu, meung/ (and only switching to other pronoun choices once their parents or grandma get involved lol) makes complete sense to me. As for (3) Tai and Tien, it shows that their sibling relationship is closer and more like friends or bros than the relationships they have with their other brothers. (1) Day and Night are kind of a special case because they have a large age gap where you'd expect Day to be speaking politely/respectfully to Night. But since Night's past behavior and the accident have caused a rift between them, their use of กู/มึง /guu, meung/ reads almost combative at times. It kinda feels like a reminder of Night's past failure in his big brother role for Day to not call him พี่ /phi/ (which he does only one time in the entire show afair). They continue to use these pronouns though, even once they've made up, from where on it reads again as familiar and close.

Looking at the Heart Killers and how it's largely inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You, Fadel's role in the plot so far is a bit of an amalgamation of Kat and Walter (Kat & Bianca's dad), no?

Combine that with how much of a practical, stern, methodical, resolute, no-bullshit hardass Fadel looks to be after the first episode, I feel like no other set of pronouns would make sense for him to use with Bison.

And since Bison clearly has had to suppress his own wishes, aspirations, and to a point his own personality (kudos to rebellious Bison insisting on wearing his preferred style of loud colorful clothing though lol), all in the name of laying low and working to purge Thailand of the scum of society for คุณแม่ /khun mae/ (Mother)- there's just no space for needless pleasantries or sweet politeness.

At least that's my read on Bison using กู/มึง /guu, meung/ with his older brother!

With how much our resident babygirl likes to whine and twirl his hair though, it wouldn't surprise me if at some point he attempts to persuade Fadel with more than just a นะ /na?/-

But by trying to play the baby brother card lol So if we ever hear a 'P'Fadel', Bison calling himself น้อง /nong/ or by his own name, or using a pleading ค้าบ /khaap/ with Fadel- then I'll be the first one to cheer for you, Nani :P

#the heart killers #thai bl #arguably-#fadelbison #blows a kiss to nani #inquiring minds.txt #local woman harps on about linguistics #thank you for the ask btw~ hope the cp deleted scenes brought you some joy :D

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bqstqnbruin · 1 year ago

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Drunk Texts

Me? With another fic? This fast? Ground breaking.

Anyway, this has been sitting in my google drive for way too long and I finally finished it. It's inspired by Drunk Texts by New Rules.

Thank you to my besties @kat-hearts @raysofcrosby @matthewtkachuk and @assmanselke for reading this, but they have no idea what the ending is so hahahaha

If there are typos, I'm so sorry, Grammarly is being weird

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, swearing, the ending

WC: 5k ish

Flashbacks are in italics

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The sun was up, there was a bird outside his window happily chirping, the city below his apartment was alive and bustling on the beautiful late summer day.

Anthony felt like he wanted to die.

He couldn’t remember having a worse hangover, trying to wrack the usable part of his brain to figure out if he had anything besides alcohol the night before. He was pretty sure he had at least one glass of water, thinking he had maybe a bite of food but that proved to be way too little to counteract what was probably a bottle or two of wine and whatever else his teammates had given to him to drink last night.

He sat up from bed, his head pounding as he rubbed his eyes and searched for his phone, haphazardly on his nightstand under what he could only hope was his own underwear and not someone else's. If some other guys boxers were there, Anthony knew he had more than one problem to deal with.

It was the same thing every single time he went drinking after a bad night, his room and probably the rest of his apartment left in a disaster, but the worst part were the drunk texts he knew were sent by him the night before. Drunk texts sent by anyone were horrible, incoherent and easy to blame on being inebriated, but his were always exceptionally bad.

Anthony got out of bed, his head pounding with every movement he made. He knew he had to check his phone at some point. Delaying it any longer would just lead to more issues with his life later on.

The one person he hoped he hadn’t texted was right at the top of his messages, a message that somehow combined French, English, and absolute gibberish into one text, undoubtedly from him, showing up in the preview.

He tapped the messages with Scarlett, the last girl he dated, and still couldn’t get out of his head. She was, unfortunately, used to his drunk or stupid texts, Anthony unable to form a proper thought when it came to her.

‘I like you’ was the only text he could decipher at first glance, an “oh fuck,” escaping his lips while he tried to piece together why his teammates would let him not only drink so much, but keep his phone on him the entire time.

“Who is that over there?” Anthony asked, staring at the girl with long, dark hair, talking to one of his new teammates.

“Uh, that’s Quinn,” Brock said, “your teammate.”

“No, the girl he’s somehow talking to,” Anthony replied.

“Not sure, I normally see Quinn with her when we come here, though. She always shows up when Quinn texts her,” Brock shrugged, “I think her name is Sarah? Sage?”

So she probably likes Quinn then, if she’s showing up when he asks. He shakes his head, “You only know that her name maybe starts with an S, don’t you?”

“Yep.”

Anthony sighed, trying to take in the girl Quinn was talking to. He swore he had seen her before, something about her trying to work its way through his memory.

“Go talk to her.”

“What?” he asked, looking at his teammate.

“I promise you that Quinn does not have enough in him to pull a girl like that.”

“Isn’t he one of your best friends?”

“Yes, that’s why I can say it. Now, go.” Brock practically had to shove Anthony away from the table.

Anthony stood there frozen, staring at Quinn and this girl while his mind went a mile a minute as to how he was going to talk to her. ‘This is ridiculous,’ he thought to himself, ‘she’s just a girl, talking to Quinn. If Quinn can talk to her, so can I.’

He felt his entire body shaking under the weight of himself as he tried to make his way over to the girl and Quinn. He could just tell Quinn he wanted to buy him a drink, celebrate the win they had the other night, something, anything.

“Hey, Tito,” Quinn called out, pulling Anthony from his thoughts. Quinn and the girl were staring at him, the heat rushing to his face as she smiled at him. “This is Scarlett.”

Anthony knew he had to speak. She was staring at him. She was smiling at him. She was clearly waiting for him to say something to her, but all functions that his body possessed suddenly stopped, including the one where he was able to get out something as simple as, “hi.”

“Um,” Scarlett started, Quinn standing to the side laughing at his teammate, “Quinn tells me you just moved here from New York?”

“L-long Island, um, yeah,” he managed to get out, starting to think of all the ways he wanted to disappear into the Canadian wilderness out of embarrassment.

“What’s it like there? What’s there to do?” she asked him, Quinn slowly inching away from them.

“Uh, leave.” As soon as the words left his lips, he shut his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, he would discover that the stupid things he said didn’t happen and were just a dream. He opened his eyes to see Scarlett biting her lip, trying not to laugh at him.

She took a sip of her drink, not breaking eye contact and making Anthony’s heart skip in the process. “You’re either way too drunk to be talking to someone right now, or I, for some reason, make you really nervous.”

Anthony lets out a sigh, a smile on his face. “What if I told you it was both?”

There was something about the laugh that escaped her lips after he told her that that made him forget everything. He swore he blacked out while talking to her, but not from the alcohol. He had never felt more sober than that first time he met her. He remembered nothing about that night except the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, a crooked smile spreading across her face when she was flirting with him, the way he knew heat was rushing to her face, probably from the second hand embarrassment of him attempting to flirt back.

“So, you and that girl looked pretty cozy last night,” Brock teased him the next morning after practice. None of them had been particularly happy that they were called for last minute drills, all of them sweating the alcohol from the night before more than anything else.

“Are you in love?” Quinn teased, his voice dripping with that pre-teen gooeyness that got under Anthony’s skin.

“I just met her,” he started.

“Love at first sight exists, my friend,” Elias joins in, hitting Anthony hard enough on his back that he nearly fell out of his stall.

“Dear god, I need to go back to New York,” Anthony groans, drowned out by the sounds of his teammates laughing.

“There’s no way Long Island is better than here,” they kept going.

“We called it the ‘God forsaken island,’ growing up,” Quinn added, the guys laughing even harder as they continued to rib Anthony.

“I liked you all better when you didn’t know me.”

“You know we like you better when we make fun of you,” Elias tried to reassure him. “Have you at least talked to her since last night?”

“How would I do that?”

“You got her number?” Quinn questioned.

Anthony tried to think back to the night before, failing to remember anything past his initial meeting with Scarlett and the absolute fear that he felt trying to talk to her in those first few minutes. “When did that happen?”

“Right after the eighth green tea shot.”

“You let me have eight?”

“Scarlett kept buying. I wasn’t going to argue with her,” Quinn said, holding his hands up in defense. “We tried to get you to stop, but after the third one, you threatened to pour them all over Brock.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t going to let you get my white shirt dirty.”

“God forbid you get your five dollar Walmart shirt a little dirty with some alcohol.”

“Hey, no-”

“Guys!” Anthony finally cut in, his teammates all turning to look at him. “I don’t have her number.”

“Have you looked at your phone since last night?”

“Only to turn off my alarm when it was still on ‘do not disturb.’”

“Scarlett a hundred percent has texted you already if you haven’t texted her. She’s not one to wait for days for a guy to reach out to her,” Quinn told him.

“I don’t think I like that you know so much about her,” Anthony mumbled.

“I met her the first weekend I was here my rookie year and she somehow has appeared in my life every weekend since. Check your phone.”

The guys start to file out and head home, Anthony and Quinn sitting there by themselves. Anthony didn’t even know what he would say to her. How does he start a conversation with a girl he barely knows, who he was too nervous to talk to the night before?

“You make her sound like a stalker,” Anthony sighed, trying to search for his phone.

“I’ve known her for years and she hasn’t stalked anyone.”

“That you know of.”

“You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.”

“And that is the closest to being Gretzky that you’ll ever be.”

“Just check your phone. You were babbling like a dumbass the second you met her. I haven’t known you for as long as I’ve known her, but I definitely know you well enough that you don’t act like that around girls. Ever.”

Quinn finally got up to head home, leaving Anthony alone in their locker room to do as he pleased.

Anthony sat back in his stall, letting his head hit the back and getting engulfed in his clothing hanging behind him. What would he even text her? Is it too soon to text her? How could he send anything that would be good enough for her to want to respond?

He finally pulled out his phone to start going through his notifications. News from around the league, random DMs from people on Instagram, a text from his mom that he would forget to respond to until after she was asleep for the night, and a message from someone with just an emoji as their contact. It was the blushing emoji, Anthony remembering Scarlett telling him that her friends called her ‘Scar,’ and that was the first emoji that popped up when someone tried to search for her name.

‘So how often do you get a girl's number and not text them back after that night?’

Anthony couldn’t figure out if the banging was just the throbbing headache he had or someone actually at his door.

“What the fuck could you possibly be doing here this early?” he groaned at his teammates standing at this door.

“It’s 2 pm,” Quinn says, pushing his way into Anthony’s apartment without an invite, coffees and bags of food in hand.

“It was either us doing the wellness check or the police,” Brock adds, flopping down on the couch and sending Anthony’s phone on to the floor.

“I don’t trust them to drive safely anywhere after they’ve spent the night drinking, so I had to come, unfortunately,” Elias tells Anthony, picking up his phone off the ground and handing it to him. “Has that girl texted you back yet?”

Anthony’s head whipped up in shock. He really had no memory of last night. “Girl?”

“Yeah, you know, those who identify with she and her pronouns?” Quinn says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Can you be a girl and not use those pronouns?” Brock asks while chomping on a bagel.

“Very important questions for a later time, please,” Anthony interrupts, trying to look through his contacts to see if there was any name he didn’t recognize. “What girl?”

“You don’t remember?”

Anthony sat on the couch next to Brock, throwing his head back and letting out a guttural sigh. “Why would I remember anything from last night? That would make my life so much easier, and obviously, we can’t have that.” There was no way he could meet a girl and not remember her, right? There was no way he could possibly have drank that much alcohol to the point where he blacked out if he was with his teammates.

“Not your usual type, but still pretty.”

“She was hitting on Quinn first.”

“She was not.”

“She only stopped because you’re too dense to realize when someone is hitting on you.”

“You could have had a relationship for the last five years if you picked up on that girl in the coffee shop.”

“That’s-” “Hello?” Anthony interrupts his teammates. “We were talking about me?”

“Oh, yeah,” Brock says. “You really don’t remember the girl who bought you like four of the drinks you had?”

‘ ‘What are you doing today?’ came up on Anthony’s phone from an unknown number.

Scarlett had called him immediately after he sent his text to make sure he was ok. “Ti,” came through his speaker, the nickname she called him that made his heart race for no reason. “It’s two in the morning, what do you mean what am I doing today?”

“I want to see you today,” Anthony slurred, drunk from his night with his teammates after winning the first round of the playoffs.

“Only if you promise to get some water right now,” she giggled. “You know you forget to hydrate when you’re celebrating.”

“Come out with us. I want to see you.”

“I am in bed already,” she said, hearing Anthony let out a drunken groan. “I’m going to be helping Brooke at her street fair stand in the afternoon, I can meet you after that for you to take me on a date then.”

“I want to take you out now,” he whined.

“Dinner tomorrow at your favorite restaurant. You’ll pay.”

“I’ll pay.”

Scarlett hung up before Anthony could say anything else.

The next morning, he woke up on Quinn’s couch, Elias sitting on the chair, Brock on the floor for who knows what reason. He didn’t even remember getting back to Quinn’s apartment, let alone how he ended up on the couch.

“Why are we here?” Anthony asked, no one in particular.

“I was the most sober of the four of us,” he heard Quinn yell from the kitchen.

Following his teammates' voice, he attempted to get up, a pounding headache nearly knocking him off his feet. “How did that happen?”

“I’m not sure, but I fucking hated it,” Quinn mumbled. “Even Elias threw up four times last night.”

“It might be five times soon,” Elias said, stumbling into the kitchen behind Anthony.

“Good morning sunshines,” Brock yelled, groans coming from all three guys in the kitchen. “What’s everyone doing today after we get breakfast together?”

“Plotting your murder,” Elias muttered massaging his head with his fingers as if he were trying to will the hangover away through that method.

“At least wait till our season is done for that.”

“I think I’m seeing Scarlett,” Anthony said, trying to remember if his conversion with her the night before was real or not.

Quinn hands out cups of coffee, a confused look on his face. “Like, you’re seeing her right now? In the room with us?”

“What’s it like having two brain cells that constantly have to fight for third place?” Anthony groaned, “No, you dumbass, I mean tonight. I’m seeing her tonight.”

“You’re finally going to see her somewhere that isn’t a bar and in a state that isn’t halfway fucked?”

“I actually think I’m going to join Elias in murdering you,” Anthony countered.

“You can’t hang out with Scarlett if you’re in jail for murdering me.”

“What are you going to do with her today?” Elias asked, changing the subject.

“I have no idea. I might be paying for whatever it is we do, though.”

Anthony spent the rest of the morning getting annoyed at his teammates as they teased him, calling him a simp for Scarlett when he had only interacted with her in person while they were both drunk. They hadn’t even been on a real date yet. Scarlett telling him to take her out that night was going to be their first.

“Look, I need to impress her,” he cuts them off after they get back to Quinn’s place. “So either you are all going to help me figure out how I do that, or I’m going to put in for a trade request in the off season.”

The four of them managed to put together a plan that didn’t make Tito want to kill them. The first step was to go to Prototype, her favorite coffee shop in the city, and getting drinks for her and Brooke and surprising them at Brooke’s street fair. He had their orders saved in his phone for god only knows what reason, but he knew they would come in handy at some point.

“We should come, too,” Quinn said, grabbing his stuff to follow Anthony out the door.

“You should not,” Anthony protested.

“We want to see what you’re like out of your natural habitat,” Brock teased.

“What the ever living fuck does that mean?”

“I think it means they want to see you try to flirt with her when you’re sober,” Elias translated.

“No. Nope. You three are not coming.”

“You don’t have a car to get yourself anywhere and you still don’t know how to navigate the public transit system here.”

“Fuck.”

Anthony reluctantly let his teammates take him where he needed to go, hoping that he could lose them at the massive street fair that Brooke and Scarlett were working. Thankfully, his teammates had the attention span of squirrels, soon veering off from him and leaving him to wander with a tray of three drinks, hoping to impress the girl he desperately wanted to see sooner than that night.

“Ti?” he heard from behind him. “Anthony, what are you doing here?”

He turned to see Scarlett walking up to him from across a sea of people, her smile alone making him lose all brain function. He should have known she would have the same effect on him sober as she did when he was drunk. “I, um,” he started, trying to remember what his reasoning for being there even was to begin with. Why did he have to see her so early when all she did was make him freak out in the best way possible? “I brought you coffee.”

He practically spilled it down the front of her by shoving it into her chest. “Um, thank you?”

“And for Brooke, too.”

“Oh! You haven’t even met her yet?”

“You told me that you two have the same favorite coffee order from Prototype, so I just got two of them,” he told her, feeling his cheeks turn bright pink.

She gave him a soft smile, clearly impressed that he would remember not only her order, just her best friends, no matter how simple they were. “I knew you were a good one.”

“Do you want us to text her?” Brock asks, craning his neck to try to read over Anthony’’s shoulder at his phone.

“We can tell her you’re a good one,” Elias offers, the first hint of sincerity coming through his voice that none of his other teammates had shown to him all night.

“Or that you’re bad,” Quinn draws out.

“I’m not a thirteen year old boy trying to text his middle school crush, Jesus Christ.”

“Tell her you’re like him,” Quinn adds.

“You’re Jewish, I thought you don’t believe in him,” Elias asks.

“Well, yeah, but he was still a historical figure. We just don’t believe the religious aspect that-”

“Hey!” Anthony interrupts, again. “Am I just here as comic relief?”

“You have to be funny to be considered that.”

“Ok, I’m leaving,” Anthony gets up from the couch, only to be pulled back down by Brock.

“We’re teasing you. You know this. And we’re in your apartment, where are you going to go?”

“What do I do?” Anthony groans, throwing his head back with his hands over his eyes.

“Text her back or ignore her.”

“No, I mean,” he groans again, “I texted Scarlett last night.” Much to his surprise, he’s met with silence from his friends for the first time that morning. “That’s what shuts you up?”

The three of them exchange worried glances, making Anthony’s heart race and head throb even more than the hangover already had. He knew drinking anything was going to make him do something stupid. He just didn’t think his teammates would also agree.

He handed them his phone, letting them see the string of stupidity from the night before.

“There’s no way you texted her all of this,” Brock said.

“You can literally see the texts on his screen,” Elias groans.

“God, you’re an idiot,” Scarlett told him between kissing him, one hand on the back of his neck pulling him towards her, the other on his guiding it towards her waist.

Anthony didn’t know what to say as he felt every inch of her, pulling her back towards his bed. He sat down, his lips still connected to hers. Scarlett straddled his waist, her fingers gracing the hem of his shirt.

‘God, this has to be perfect,’ raced through Anthony’s mind, every other thought that wasn’t about Scarlett unable to break through his brain. His heart started racing as the two of them took off his shirt, fiddling with hers next to slip it off over her head, Anthony wanting nothing more than for his lips to be back on hers as fast as possible.

He moved her off his lap, gently pushing her onto her back. He took a moment, both of them catching their breath while Anthony’s heart continued to race. “Wow,” he let out, Scarlett giggling at him. “You are just.” He couldn’t find the words to describe who she was, his mind still blank from anything other than her name.

“Do you want to…” she asked, drifting off, her eyes traveling down his body.

“Oh, god, yes.” Anthony said, crashing his lips to hers, feeling her smile against his.

‘This has to be perfect,’ kept running through Anthony’s head as they stripped more of what they were wearing, piece by piece. ‘She’s perfect so this has to be perfect.’

She was ready. He could feel she was ready. But Anthony?

“Hey, hey, wait,” she stopped him. “Are you ok?”

He hung his head down, her hands pushing his hair back off his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“We can stop, if you want to,” her voice came out small, clearly upset.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, rolling off her, unable to look at her. The two of them lied there in silence, a long pause that made Anthony more anxious by the second.

“Are we ok?” Scarlett asked, finally breaking the silence.

Anthony stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to say. “Yes?”

He heard her sigh, getting up to put her clothes back on. “Let me know when you’re sure,” she said to him, leaving his room.

As soon as he heard his front door shut, he covered his face with his hands, letting out a deep groan. He wanted it to be perfect. He had been trying so hard to make everything for her as perfect as he was able to make it. Why the fuck did he have to get into his head like that.

Anthony reached for his phone, pulling up the group chat with his teammates. ‘Who can come here ASAP?’ he sent, putting his phone back on his nightstand without even waiting for an answer, rolling over immediately and pulling his sheets over his face.

Anthony didn’t know how long he had been asleep, hearing his front door open while he was still in his bed, his clothing strewn across his floor.

“Tito, where are you?” he heard Elias’s voice carry through his place.

“Fuck,” he muttered, throwing himself out of bed to try to find something resembling pants before they could make it to his bedroom.

“Tit-oh.” Quinn said, bursting through his bedroom door before he could fully get his sweatpants on. “Guys I found him.” “Jesus, Quinn,” Anthony said, nearly falling over. “You couldn’t wait?”

“Had to make sure you weren’t dead,” Brock said, spraying a mouth full of crumbs of who knows what everywhere, Elias following him with an annoyed expression. “We thought you were with Scarlett tonight.”

“He clearly was,” Elias said, gesturing to the mess that was his bedroom at the moment.

“So what, you finished, she left, and your first thought was to call us?” Quinn asked, plopping down on Anthony’s bed, Brock following suit.

Elias and Anthony took the floor, his three teammates trying to read the expression on his face. “No, I didn’t finish.”

“With Scarlett?”

“I didn’t even,” Anthony started, putting his face back in his hands. “I didn’t even start.”

“Oh,” was all he heard from Elias, Brock and Quinn both silent for once. “We thought you really liked her?”

“God, yes, I do,” Anthony said. “This was supposed to be the first time we slept together and I fucked it up.”

“That happens,” Elias shrugged.

“It’s not even just that. She asked if we were ok and I couldn’t answer her.”

“Why would you do that?” Quinn asked.

“I panicked. I’ve been panicking. Since the first time I saw her, I have been freaking out because she deserves more than what I can give her, and it fucks me up,” he let out, surprised he was even able to put anything into words. “I mean, Brock, you had to physically push me to her because I was frozen. Quinn stood there when I couldn’t even talk to her. We were all here the night I freaked out because I didn’t know how to text her, or what to do for our first date. I have been out of my mind about her since the second I saw her, and because of that I have fucked up so badly, I don’t know if she wants to see me ever again.”

“Ok, you told her last night you wanted to see her,” Brock reads out.

“When was the last time you saw her?”

“That night she left my apartment when we tried to…” Anthony trails off, not really wanting to recount the night again.

“What about the last time that you talked to her?” Quinn asks, handing Anthony his phone back.

“She had called me one night after a game a few days later to say that she was sorry she left that night the way she did but she was upset that I didn’t have an answer for her.”

“And?”

“And we talked it out, I thought we were fine, she said we would talk later, and neither of us reached out again.”

“So you both ghosted each other until you sent her a bunch of drunk texts last night,” Quinn says.

Anthony groans, throwing his head back again. “Fuck, yes, Quinn. What do I do?”

“Well she hasn’t answered yet, so she either hasn’t seen it or also doesn’t know what to do.”

“At least start with telling her you were drunk and that you’re sorry you sent all of those texts,” Elias suggests.

“Or we go over to her place and you ask her yourself.” The three of them look at Brock, Quinn, and Elias liking the idea, Anthony absolutely mortified. “I mean, you haven’t seen her in a while, you haven’t talked to her in a while, and drunk you clearly wanted to change that last night.”

“What about sober you, right now?” Quinn asks.

“Hungover me,” Anthony corrects, “Wants to go to bed until sober me reappears.”

“Well that won’t be until tomorrow,” Brock points out, “So what would sober you want to do?”

Anthony smiles, his teammates knowing what he wants to do, what he’s wanted to do since that first night at the bar.

“I’ve got the keys,” Elias says, the four of them rushing out the door.

Anthony felt his heart racing as Elias drove through the city, surprised he even knew where Scarlett’s building was. By the time he pulled up, his palms were soaked, his throat was dry, his legs anxiously unable to stop shaking. The guys had to practically throw him out the door, Anthony having no idea what the hell he was going to say.

He managed to get up to her apartment, thankful that he was well known enough that the doorperson let him in, worried that the security was loose enough that they just let him in at the same time. He knocked on her door, finally starting to calm down as he waited for her.

Anthony didn’t hear any movement in her apartment, knocking again after waiting for what felt like forever. He felt his phone buzz, a text in the group chat asking how it was going from Quinn, immediately followed up by Elias scolding him.

He knocked a third time, hoping that she would answer.

She wasn’t there. That, or she was ignoring whoever was at the door, given that he was showing up unannounced.

He turns back around, heading back down to Elias’s car, letting them know he was waiting for the elevator.

The door opened, Anthony moving to the side to let the person already there off while reading the texts that were flooding in from his teammates.

“Anthony?” he hears, forcing him to look up from his phone.

“Scarlett,” he lets out, both of them smiling at each other.

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anniebear-92 · 1 year ago

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Afterlife

Prologue

Summary: An early death for the aspiring number one hero left a bitter taste in Bakugo Katsuki’s mouth. At the ripe age of 20, he was taken from the world and he was clearly not ready to go. After a long time of refusing to cross over to promised peace, his personal Reaper offers him one deal and one deal only to return to the land of the living. However they really did not play fair… Haphephobia is the fear of being touched by others, When your quirk cannot distinguish the living from the dead, you tend to develop a fear of contact. You are an ex Pro-hero who has recently rented a home from a couple who lost their son a few years back. You can feel someone residing in the home, someone with a bad attitude and only 12 months left to fulfill his end of the deal before he is forced to cross.. to the Afterlife.

Warnings: Dark themes, cursing, Haphephobia (the reader has a fear of touching overs), Quirk allows her to see dead people. Cursing, talks of death, violence and life threatening injuries. Later parts may contain NSFW but will be noted.

Pain. Excruciating, unwavering pain.

That was all he felt from the top of the head to the tips of the toes. This was the last feeling he could remember before… Nothing. As suddenly as the pain came, it was gone, though the sounds of sirens and screams remained.

Surveying his surroundings, a flash of green lightning overtook his attention. His long time, green clad rival fell from the sky with a resounding thud, shaking the nearby ground.

"What the hell are you doing here Deku? I have this!" The man snapped without delay.

The green haired man didn't look at him or really acknowledge him at all, rising anger filled the ash blonde.

"Kaa…chan?"

The stunned hero finally choked out, tears pricking the corners of his emerald colored eyes.

"Why the hell are you crying now you damn idiot? We have villains to ki…"

Interrupted by a gut wrenching scream that tore through the air like sharp blades. Deku screamed, his leaking eyes landing on something behind the man.

Finally turning and following Deku's gaze, his gut dropped. There in a pile of rubble, lay... himself.

Katsuki Bakugo, current number seven, pro hero Dynamite. His words failed him for one of the first times in his life, his chest heaving as his childhood friend rushed to his still body. Deku gingerly picked up his upper half and lay it in his own lap. As per usual Deku was muttering over and over the same word "No." His widened gaze on the fallen man.

Dull vermillion eyes stared back up at him that were almost always narrowed, were now relaxed. "Please no!" Izuku whined as Katsuki himself hyperventilated.

"This is a dream right? A fucking joke?" He chuckled dryly, his chest siezing once again when Deku raised his hand slowly to his ear. Pressing his communicator his voice croaked out through sobs.

"This is Pro hero Deku…. I… need immediate medical assistance to my location. Pro Hero Dynamite… has fallen."

The words sliced Katsuki's chest, his fingers now gripping the fabric of his torn hero costume. No! This is not real! He wasn't even number one yet! At only 20 years old, he had just graduated UA only a few years ago! How was he….dead?

A strip of red brought him out of his stupor, eyes now landing on the tall muscular frame of… his best friend.

"Kats?" The man whispered, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Please tell me this is a dream shitty hair! Or one of you and the other idiot's stupid pranks!" He screamed at the shocked man, tears now misting up his similar colored eyes.

"I am sorry to say this is no joke Bakugo Katsuki."

A calm voice broke through the crying screams of his friends, turning to find a woman he had never laid eyes on in his life.

She was on the shorter side, slender frame with beautiful, caramel colored skin. Her dark almond colored eyes were soft, watching him with a soft reassuring smile lay on her full lips.

"Who the fuck are you?" The ash blonde snapped, watching her smile simply widen.

"I have been called many things over the years…You may call me Nyx."

He crossed his arms, eyeing the woman. "That didn't answer my question, who the hell are you?"

She simply motioned with her hand, indicating for him to follow behind.

While she sauntered away, his eyes returned his former classmates.

Kirishima now cradled his body with deep racking sobs, rocking slowly as Deku spoke urgently on the phone. With a deep sigh, he turned to reluctantly follow the woman around the corner.

Once he had rounded the corner he found himself no longer on the street, frozen where he stood. His surroundings now resembled the living room of his childhood home. Glancing around in confusion at the familiar surroundings.

His mother was in the kitchen humming away while she cleaned a dish, his father reading the paper at the island in the same area.

"Hag? Old man?" He called for their attention, however once again no reaction.

"They won't respond unfortunately, they cannot see, nor hear you."

The woman's voice catching his attention once again. She now sat on the couch, one leg propped up over the other. "Why the fuck are we here?" He snarled, anger rising once again quickly.

"I thought this would be a more… comfortable enviroment for our conversation than a destroyed street." He rolled his eyes as she pat the seat beside her with long, manicured fingers. He stomped before her, opting to cross his arms instead over his chest rather than sitting.

"Just tell me who the fuck you are and why I saw myself with those nerds."

Her smile faltered just the slightest, but maintained her professional demeanor. She flicked a piece of dust from her pantsuit covered knee, "Well Sir, because you died."

He raised a brow, sneer crossing his lips. "If this is some kind of joke or villain's quirk, release it now because it's not fucking funny."

She frowned now, her full lips pursing slightly at his brash attitude. "I assure you Mr. Bakugo, that I would not be here unless you were well and truly dead. You died in battle with a villain I'm afraid… I never fully introduced myself, so for that I apologize."

She stood now, offering her hand. "I am Nyx, your personal reaper assigned to take you to the afterlife."

He snorted, slapping her hand away. "Bullshit and I'm the King of Dragons." She smirked, placing her hands at her lower back now.

"Maybe in a past life."

Commotion caught his attention behind them, hearing his mothers excited voice now. "Oh Izuku! Ejirou! How are you?"

His eyes widened, turning to see his mother holding open the front door. Deku and Kirishima stood in the frame, the green boy as fidgety as ever. The darkness behind them through the threshold indicated it was now well into night time. Just how much time has passed already?

"Mrs. Bakugo." Kirishima started, his mothers hand raising to pause him "Oh honey, you've been over here a thousand times! Call me Mitsuki! Speaking of my brat, is he not with you?"

Katsuki blinked, they weren't about to… were they? Kirishima cleared his throat and tried again with a sad smile, "Mrs. Bakugo, could we… maybe sit with your husband?"

Her smile faltered, taking note they were still in full hero attire mixed with somber faces. Nodding, she hurriedly ushered them to the kitchen.

"We can… go somewhere else if you do not want to hear this." Nyx spoke softly as if to a child who had dropped his ice cream. He glared at her when his mother's scream tore through the air, chilling every drop of blood in his body. Anxiety spiked as he felt the urge to rush to her, tell her he was there. He was NOT dead.

His mother and he always had such a strained relationship. After he had graduated and stepped into adulthood their relationship had gotten a lot better. They had kept in touch when he moved into his own place and started rising in the ranks.

"I am truly sorry Bakugo, your family will be alright. You can pass on to paradise knowing that they will be just fine."

He snorted, "Fine? Do you not hear my mother wailing in there? I'm not dead! I'm not going anywhere! I will be the number one hero yet!" He crossed his arms once again, Nyx letting a sigh pass her lips. She straightened her jacket and met his angered expression with a passive one of her own. “I'll give you some time to yourself. When you are ready, I will return."

He rolled his eyes, "Fuck off already. I'm not dying today, tomorrow or ever!"

Nyx gave a small bow, a lot of newly passed souls acted similarly. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance, these were very common. Seems Bakugo was deep in the first two options. She exited the residence, fully expecting to return to a soon to be changed man, ready to pass.

Boy how wrong she was.

Three years… Three. Long. Fucking years later.

She has had to deal with this ONE soul, her longest mission yet. The previous one had lasted all of six months before he finally agreed to passing on. But NO! Not this stubborn as fuck ash blonde. She had tried almost every trick in the reaper's guide, showing him his funeral, some of his past and even a future where had he lived. Hell! She had even tried bribing him!

Nothing. Worked. To this day he had told her to fuck off more times than not, go bother someone else. He was damn sure he was going to come back to life any second, or will wake from this nightmare if he held out long enough.

After they had entered his childhood home, he had not been able to leave. He was able to walk the property line, but it was as if there was an invisible barrier keeping him here. He had tried using his quirk on it to let him pass, but he could no longer use the explosions that had always been available since he was four years old.

Being stuck here, he had bore witness to his parent's grief of losing their only child so young. His former classmates, acquaintances and even his teachers had all made appearances at some point to offer their condolences.

Deku and Shitty hair were the frequent flyers, checking in on his parents the most. Their visits had slowly became less frequent when time passed. He had kept up with the news of the world through their visits and the broadcasts his parents watched nightly.

Endeavor had retired a few months after his death, blaming himself for not being there for his protégé's death. Izuku was steadily climbing the ranks and currently sat at number 3. Kirishima had taken a few month break to recover from his closest friend's death. There had been many coverages, specials and interviews about his death. It was quite funny how people seem to care more when you're dead then alive.

At current he stood in the middle of a bare living room, watching his parents carry out box after box of their belongings from the home. He had overheard their conversation a couple months prior how they couldn't live here any longer, the memories of their son were just too much to handle any longer. Learning of his death had really taken a daily toll on them until they decided it was time to let it all go. They had purchased a smaller home across town, still debating on what to do with the one he currently stood in.

"Bakugo."

The annoying as shit voice cut through the silence, drawing his presence. "What the fuck do you want Grim?"

She openly pouted at the nickname he had given her from the first few days. "It's time to go home… Look at your family, they're moving on. It's your turn."

He snorted, reaching down in attempts of lifting a box that sat at his feet. His hands slipping easily through the box as he sighed.

"Get bent."

"At this point I really wish I could." She grumbled in response.

He watched as his parents removed the last of the boxes, now making their final rounds. His mother stood just inside the doorframe to his childhood bedroom, holding herself with her fingers clutching the necklace at her throat.

The necklace held a small silver, grenade shaped charm that had been gifted from Kirishima a few months after he passed. He managed to hold onto one of Bakugo's bracers and had the small charm made from the metal for her, she had worn it every day since. Tears danced in her weary eyes, giving one last glance over her son's empty room.

"Good Bye… Katsuki."

He heard her whisper, the words making his chest tight. He reached out, trying to catch her hand and assure he was there. Again, his hand slipping through as she turned to leave. Mitsuki had become so quiet since he passed, it just wasn't right!

He should be here! Able to scream with her, struggle from her hugs and become who he was supposed to be!

"Oi, Grim." He called, returning to the living room.

The woman in question hummed in response as she leaned against the far wall.

"What the fuck do I need to do?" She smiled, Is he finally ready? "You just need to come with me, I'll take you home. You will feel no discomfort I assure you."

He crossed his arms with a grunt. "No Dipshit, how do I come back to life? What do I need to do?"

She huffed, too good to be true. "Bakugo, I've told your stubborn ass several times. You're dead. End of story!"

Her professionalism had gone out the door after month eight, only able to take so many insults and harsh words before it was time to take different measures.

Mirroring his stance, she indicating she meant business.

"Bullshit, you can work some magic shit. You're a reaper!"

Letting her head fall back, she groaned loudly in frustration. She was so taking a long vacation after dealing with this one. "Make me a deal or some shit."

She let her gaze return to the man, Did he finally hit bargaining? "This isn't Supernatural Bakugo, You're not a Winchester making deals to return. Things like that don't happen here in the real world."

He slammed his fist to the wall, "I can't accept this shit! I'm supposed to be saving people! Climbing the ranks and become number one! How the fuck am I supposed to surpass All Might if I'm dead? I've already wasted three years!"

Back to anger, he seems to live in that one. They have had this argument countless times and it never changed. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, he had his pride and she had hers. Her boss had offered to switch her out with someone else, but No! This was her case! She was going to complete it dammit!

"Fine Katsuki Bakugo. Three years I have tried to convince you to cross over. I have had it! I'll make you a deal if you want one. ONE deal… The only one I'll ever make, as it goes against many regulations, take it… or leave it."

She now stood to her full height, arms crossed as his smirk grew.

"Now we're talking."

"I'll give you this chance, this one single chance. If you can do it… I'll let you return to life. You'll be free to live your natural life until your time returns once again."

He nodded along in impatience, hands quivering in excitement even if his face remained stoic as ever.

"The deal is…. You must find someone to love you and love them in return."

His shoulders dropped along with his expression, "What in the Disney shit is this?" He snapped, earning a devious smile from her.

"I will give you three years to do so. If you can… I'll grant your return. If you can't…" She waived her hand, indicating his gaze to follow. He did, the far door filling up with ethereal sparkling light as he had seen many times during her attempts. "You will cross over… No complaints."

He blinked for a moment when they then lowered into slits "If I refuse?" She shrugs, "Then you stay here until you're ready and I'll keep bothering you each and every day until then. Dead as a doornail."

Groaning, he mulled this for a minute while eying her face for any hint of deception. "That's the only deal you can offer? Make some extra love me, and I'm back to hero status?" Nodding she picked at a loose paint chip on the wall with a fingernail. "And love them in return. I promise on my honor as a reaper, I will return you to life should you complete this."

His nose wrinkled in disgust, "How the hell am I supposed to make some extra fall in love with me? Love them too? Fuck that. "No."

She cocked a brow "No?"

He nodded in determination as her lips spread in a mischevious smile. "Fine."

Striding to the middle of the floor she sat down, crossing her legs.

"The fuck you doing?" He questioned, turning slowly to not find the woman on the floor but the one person who annoyed him most in his life.

"Becoming your worst nightmare." The now sitting Izuku spoke giving his brightest smile.

Thirty days. Thirty whole days of constant annoying ass antics from the reaper is all it took. She had taken to showing up as the green nerd, mumbling constantly, singing and even just calling him "Kaachan" over and over for him to finally snap. He had tried to stick it out, ignore her while she sang show tunes or poked him over and over. She had pulled out every trick in the book like an annoying little sister until he had finally given in.

"ALL FUCKING RIGHT I'LL TAKE THE DEAL!" The reaper formed as Izuku paused, holding her hand in the mid poke. She let the image melt off her skin, tilting her head. "You want the deal?"

He nodded, glaring her down viciously. "Yes! Now fuck off!" She lowered her hand before backing up a bit. Holding it out she offered him to shake.

"Shake on it, you'll have three years to find someone to love you and love in return."

He enveloped her small hand with his own, shaking it roughly. "What now?" He grunted and she smiled. "Now, I'll return exactly three years from now to check in. If you have found your person before then I'll return sooner, or if you decide to go home finally you can call for me too."

She began walking towards the front door as she always did when she left. Wrapping her fingers around the handle turning back with a smile. "Good luck."

Exiting the house she was gone.

He quickly found the limits of said deal. Though she had made the offer, she had not released his hold on the house. He still found himself stuck at the border of the property line, screaming at passerby's even if he still could not be seen or heard.

She sure did not play fair, giving him this deal that she knew he would fail.

He tried every single day for months to catch someone's attention. Anyone really, he didn't care at this point. Not one fucking person acknowledged him, indicated at all they could hear him. As his hope diminished, he found himself slowly staying inside for longer periods of time. Losing hours of time he simply couldn't recall.

Soon it was days, weeks and then when he was at his lowest… he fell into a deep slumber.

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latinapoetbts · 4 months ago

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Nostalgic Love Dairy: First Kiss | KTH & Reader (Latina)

Summary: Sweet First Kiss between two high school students who were best friends. Unrequited love. Note: Written in all in one go, no editing. First Kiss

“What’s on your mind? You see quite today”. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t turn to face him. I knew if I did my eyes would confirm my heart's whispers. He had always told me these three truths about me.

One, I was a terrible liar. Little did he know I was a champion at lying to him. I had to hid my true feelings. I was only good at lying about that.

Two, I wore my heart on my sleeves, unless my heart tried to protect me from him.

Three, he was my favorite person in the entire world.

My eyes give my “favoritism away.” Thankfully, he’s either dumb, naive or trying to keep my heart from shattering into a thousand pieces by rejecting me. I chose to believe he was naive because he was annoyingly intelligent, and protecting me from rejection was too painful to imagine. Yet deep down, I knew it was likely the real truth.

“I’m just thinking about next weekend.” After speaking I continued to naw at the around my nails, a nasty habit that was nearly impossible to quit, just like wanting him I suppose. I hear him move as he swats at my hand.

“Y/N, stop that, or you have nothing left but bones on those fingers”. I frown and pout now feeling secure enough to face him just in time to catch a glimpse of his heart-melting, charming face as he burst into laughter. God, I could listen to his laugh all day, the best alternative to Zoloft ever!

“That face right there is so adorable and funny at the same time!”, he struggles to get out his word in a fit of laughter falling back against the grass.

“Shut the fuck up.” I lay down next to him shielding my eyes from the sun.

“Ok ok, so tell me what's up.” I let out a sigh quickly rehearsing in my head the story of half-truths I was preparing to tell.

“Well, this guy who, Kat says likes me invited us to a party he is throwing next weekend. Kat says he will definitely try to kiss me. I’m nervous. Since well–, (sigh) I’ve never kissed anyone before. Ugh, I’m such a loser.” I let my genuine feelings show. Nervousness, despair, and longing. I feel him moving beside me once again.

“You’re not a loser for not ever kissing anyone.” I imagine he has propped himself up and is facing me, but I'm not ready to look at him. I’m nervous my eyes will show him just how badly I want him to kiss me. I keep my eyes shielded with my hand, using the blazing sun as an excuse to hide my eyes.

“Do you like him?”, I couldn't help but notice the slight change in his tone of voice yet I was uncertain what his voice was saying. I let out another sigh.

“I think he is super hot but he’s not very smart (laughing).” My heartbeat in my chest was defiantly sending a morse code message: No, I don’t like him, because he’s not you.

“But Tae, I’m about to be 18 and I’ve still never been kissed. I don’t care anymore if my first kiss is meaningful. I just want to experience it all ready.” I close my eyes. I don’t want to see his face at all, I’m too scared. Silence.

“Y/N. I think it’s sweet you’ve never kissed before because you want it to be meaningful and it’s worth it. You shouldn’t let anyone pressure you otherwise.” Ugh, I hate him for being so perfect and sweet, and how it only makes me want him more. I feel anger surging through my body. I had only said that to him because I’ve been holding out for him to kiss me for the last three years. It’s all I think about. I’m starting to lose my resolve.

“Oh ya, Tae? Is it worth waiting to kiss the right person? Hmm?” My anger causes me to face him, we are now laying on our sides inches from each other faces.

“Because your make-out conquest list says otherwise.” A smirk formed on his plump pillowy pink lips, if I leaned forward just enough I could taste them. I mentally shake off the thoughts of wanting to taste his lips reminding myself I’m mad and jealous. I picture the times I’ve caught him making out with a few different girls from my school who live in my neighborhood. This is good fuel for the fire of jealousy.

“Y/N, oh come on, that’s not the same, I don’t even like those girls and trust me. Kissing is not as good if it's not meaningful with the right person. I promise.” There was a soft distance and longing in his voice. Whoever she is, whoever he is thinking of is very lucky, stupid and I hate her. I’m glad he has kept this story to himself. The amazing meaningful kiss. Yes, we are best friends but we both have secrets better left in hiding.

“Ok well that’s your opinion and I don't have the experience you have had so I want to decide that for myself.” My jealous anger dies down and my nervousness reves up, but nothing to do with him.

“If he tries to kiss me, I'm going to let him but I’m nervous that the kiss will be terrible because of me. Because I don't know what the fuck I’m doing. Then the whole school will know I’m a terrible kisser.” I roll from my side to my back again shutting my eyes.

“You have any tips lover boy?” I laugh and then blow out my lips leaving them puckered. There is a long silence. I open my eyes to see if he’s still here, surprised to find him staring at my mouth, I nervously lick at them. Is there a weird crust or drool there I began to wonder. His eyes finally meet mine briefly as he rolls to his back no longer looking at me.

“What? Is there something gross on my mouth? Jerk you can at least tell me” I start to use the back of my hand to rub at my lips.

“ No. There's nothing wrong with your lips. Sorry, I have no tips for you. And don’t worry it wont be so bad.” He sits up quickly crossing his legs.

“It’s too fucking hot, lets go get bobba tea.” He says as he gets up reaching his hand down to mine to help me up.

“What?! Tae? Seriously? You're not going to give me even one tip or strategy” I grab ahold of his hand and pull myself up.

“Your an asshole, friend.” I turn eyeing the bikes we had rode on.

“But I’m your favorite asshole friend. And you can’t get rid of me”, laughter fills the space between the two of us. I hate him and love him all at once.

Friday - One Day Before the Party

I stare in the full length mirror in my room holding the red tube dress against my body. This out fit was not me. I’m a 3 months away from turning 18 and four months away from graduating high school. I felt more like a young girl then what society deemed me as an adult. It wasn;t my style to wear form fitting close, this was more of Kats style or more so her style after completely her first semester of college. I wasn’t a high school party girl rather I was more a friendly, sporty, girl next door type with a mexican flare. Wearing a tight fitted red tube dress was way out of my comfort zone. I looked at my bed considering the other two outfits. One outfit a red v-cut fitted long sleeve and a pair of jeans that accentuate my thickness. The other outfit was a off the shoulders green dress with legging and cute boots. The other two outfits were not as intimidating for me. I place the red tube dress back on the bed.

“Kat, I just can’t wear that red dress. It’s too much. People will think I’m trying way to hard.” I winced hearing the sigh of frustration out leave her mouth.

“Y/N, your a hot latina! I just don’t get it! You are dressing to impress. Girl! Your going to end up like that never been kissed girl! You can’t keep waiting around for Tae to wake the fuck up and notice you! It’s been almost 9 years and you guys havent kissed! You have to move on!”. I knew she was right but my heart was to fucking loyal and hopeful.

“Kat, …” I attempt to justify myself.

“Speak of the devil. Why don’t you ask Tae what outfit you should wear to the party…”. My eyes grow wide in panic as she walks away form the window. I try to quickly put my clothes away.

“Oh no you don’t Y/n.” my heart rate quickens, hearing his foot steps up the stairs.

“Hey, Tae! Your just in time. I was just on the way out but y/n could really use a guys opinion. I’ve helped her all I can on what outfit to wear to the party tomorrow for Chris. Help her out. Bye guys see you tomorrow!” I try to hold back the scowl forming on my face gripping the tube dress in my hands.

“Hey Tae. They let you off of work early tonight?” I ask walking to my clothes to put away the outfits.

“Wow, you must really like this guy.” He teases me walking towards me grabbing the hanger out of my hands.

“Well, lets see what you got? I’ll give you my honest guy opinion.” I roll my eyes annoyed with his teasing.

“Ok, tell what you think about that dress. What does it say. And I do not really like him, I think he’s really hot. Theres a difference.” I look out the window only to see Kat’s car still parked outside my house.

“Sure sure. Well…” The door flys open to my room.

“I knew it. I knew your were going to do this y/n, go in there and put it on with the heels and accessory! He has to actually see you in the outfit to give an honest opinion!” I was seething. There would be pay back for this Kat.

“She does have a point y/n”. I snatched the outfit from Tae’s hand and marched into the bathroom in my room. I get dressed listening to the two of them talk.

“Chris is super hot and he practically eye fucked her all last your but you know how our sweet naive, y/n is, she is oblivious to it all.”

“I’m all for supporting her looking her best. I just don’t want to push her into anything she does not want to do Kat.”

“Of course not Tae! But she wants the experience and I fully support her. I really do gotta go! I’m already late for my date with Carlos! So promise me you will have her model the three out fits and give her your best guy perspective of her outfits. I’m counting on you Tae! Also some kissing tips would be great too! Bye!”. I was so annoyed with the two of them trying to dictate what they think I want. And fucking fumming that Kat would bring up giving me kissing tips. It was my anger that helped me out of the bathroom so I could get this over with. I open the door stomping out with pouty lips. This is so ridiculous.

“Here it is Tae, Kat’s outfit she picked for me. I hate it, honestly. It’s too short and to tight. It’s so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m being desprate it in..” I stop rambling pulling my curls into a high ponytail turning towards my full lengthen mirror to check the hair style. I pause looking at the mirror at Tae, because of the deafening silence in the room. He was completely silent.That’s when I catch his eyes in the mirror. His lips slightly parted open his eyes racking slow over every inch of my body. I couldn’t believe the way he was looking at me, my heart was racing and my skin was on fire but I just couldn’t tare my eyes from him. Finally, after a long pause his eyes landed on mine.

“ y/n, sorry, I’m just shocked. It’s so weird to see you in something like this...”, I felt my cheeks go hot and the embarsement in the pit of my stomach start to rise.

“Ya, your right. I look and feel complete stupid in this outfit.” I let my hair fall and get back inside the bathroom as quickly as possible. I fight back the tears in my eyes as I change back into my basketball shorts and my t-shirt. I take my time pretending to use the bathroom and wash my hands when I’d really washing way my tears and flushed cheeks. I wanted to hide the evidence that I had be tearing up. I don’t think Tae finds any part of me attractive and this movement was all the proof I needed. Once I feel like I don’t look like I had been crying I open the door to find Tae still sitting on my bed looking towards me.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for how I reacted you don’t look stupid in the outfit. It’s just, um, it’s not you thats all. You know what I mean? and since you wanted my opinion. I just think you might be sending the wrong message like…um…” I can tell he is struggle to find the right words.

“Like what? What message am I send by wearing this red tube dress?...Tae I swear if you are…suggesting…”. I watch him stand and close the gap between us with purpose, placing his hand on my cheek too tenderly for me to not feel weak in the knees. His eyes lock with mine as he licks his lips.

“I’m no good with words. I’ll show you instead…” his eyes fall to my mouth, tilting his head, his lips feather against mine pausing for the tiniest fraction of a second before pressing full on against mine. My own eyes fall shut in pure bliss. Fucking finally. The longing and now the ache igniting withing me. His lips moved seductivly and tenderly against mine slowly increasing the intensity and plush warm pressure. I was in heaven. His tongue joined in, caressing my lips into opening allowing him entrance and dominance. I merely followed along mirroring his caresses. I was doomed and damned forever more. A moan sliped through my lips my core in between my legs burning like a fiery furnace threatening to burn me alive.

My moan, seemed like a trigger because his lips began to consume me. Our tongues coliding together, sliding, dueling together. His tongue pausing only to lick and suck at my lips realsing them with a pop each time before diving back into explore my mouths’ every crevice. A buzzing and ringing beginning to interrupt my sweet bliss allowing a moment to gasp for air our lips breaking apart. I did not care about breathing while we kissed. Air was the last thing on my mind.

“That’s how you do it. That’s how you kiss. You’ll do just fine.…” He speaks out in a whisper barely able to catch his breath. He steps away our eyes locked in silence the loud buzzy and ringing sounding like an alarm. He grabs his phone silencing the phone after seeing who called. There is flash in his eyes of panic or shock. I’m not completely sure but is was a look that said this moment was over. I heard a door outside closing. I knew it was probably my brother coming home from work.

“y/n, I gotta goI’ll see you tomorrow at the party ok. I hope the lesson helps”. I barely nod my lips still swollen.

“Ya, that’s a good idea, you know how miguel gets with you here….bye…”, I feel dizzy and high at the same time. He turns to leave.

I finally got my first kiss and he was right. It was everything;meaningful, passionate hungry and perfect. I wanted more.

I smile putting down my diary remembering that kiss like it was yesterday rather than years ago. He never came to that party the next day and kissing Chris was nothing compared to kissing Tae that night in my room. He had ruined kissing for me nearly to this day.

#taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung x you #taehyung #taehyung smut #tae hyung / reader smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fic

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clonerightsagenda · 5 months ago

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Since it is self-indulgence Saturday, even though this is not podcast girls related in its entirety, I decided to follow in Kate's footsteps and post the outline for a Wolf 359 PMV I have been thinking about for years but can't make to shake everyone by the shoulders and say "do you understand my vision".

It's set to Marianas Trench's "Masterpiece Theatre III." If you are asking yourself 'Hey Kat was this inspired by that one really big lyricst-" what about it. The first and last lines are perfect fits when taken literally, idk what to tell you.

I got a new disease in me Eiffel coughing, Hilbert offering ‘nicotine’ lozenges I got a friend that's losing sleep Hilbert bent over a microscope, Minkowski’s silhouette peering in through the lab door I take it hard, it's hard to take Minkowski frowning and writing a letter starting with Dear Dominik I'm wide awake Hera surrounded by screens showing all three of those previous scenes I'm wide awake Outside shot of the station framed against the star

One more confession, Eiffel speaking into the recorder discretion's not what I need to sell his words broadcasting into deep space I never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself Anne’s photo taped under his console And now that's just how I tell Hilbert leaning over Eiffel’s shoulder as music plays. Hilbert’s gaze flicks toward him I'm wide awake Eiffel with the gas mask surrounded by knockout gas

I'll wreck this if I have to Minkowski outside the station pounding on the airlock door Tell me what good would that do Eiffel lighting his last cigarette I'll wreck this if I have to Hilbert ripping out Hera’s personality matrix

(I'd be so good to you) Carter shaking Dmitri Volodin’s hand in his Russian apartment (I'd be so good to you) Rachel introducing Minkowski to Hilbert as her science officer at Canaveral

You get separated, somebody's gone Eiffel playing chess with the auto program And I don't know how this is wrong The crew arguing over Hilbert, Hera with a skull speech bubble and Eiffel with handcuffs And I'm so frustrated, falling behind Disheveled Minkowski hunting the plant monster You were a friend of mine Lovelace pushing Hilbert up against the wall, her hands around his throat

I'd be so good to you Lovelace taking Hilbert to lunch at her insistence 'Cause they don't know you like I do Flashbacks to Lovelace’s mission They don't know you like I do Lovelace horrified seeing Eiffel getting sick, flashback to Lambert sick the same way They don't know you like I do Hera viewing Eiffel in the medbay through her screens, a bunch of metrics on blood ox, heartrate, etc. pulled up They don't know you like I do The whole crew staring at the comms as it speaks with Eiffel’s voice

*** Instrumentals: Star changes color ***

There's a difference from me to them Lovelace shoving Minkowski out of the way and getting impaled And the road home is paved in star fuckers requiem Eiffel desperately piloting the rickety shuttle I can never go, go back home again Lovelace’s monitor flatlining (Acadia is gone) Acadia is gone The shuttle exploding and disappearing into the distance

All my indecision, all of my excess Don't you ever tell me I'm not loving you best Cutter in his swanky office receiving the distress call, juxtaposed with Minkowski, breath puffing out from the cold, placing the call. Cutter is dominant in the visuals, with Minkowski as an afterthought And I just need a minute, I just need a breath It's very hard to drink to my continued success and I, I will Rachel Young handing a mission dossier to a shadowy figure. Again Hera’s schematics showing the percentage of the station systems in crisis are present but pushed to the side, peripheral slow down, slow Eiffel half dead slumped over the shuttle console It's better in the worst way The Urania overshadows Eiffel’s shuttle It's getting better in the worst way SI5 looming over him in the open hatch, smiling unpleasantly

(Look around, round, look around, round, look around) (Look around, round, look around, round, look around) (Look around, round, look around, round, look around) (Look around, round, look around, round, look around) Timelapse showing an external view of the station changing – original layout, stress fractures, Urania parked next to it, wing getting blown off (rip Blessie… or not???), Urania getting integrated into the structure

So here's another day, I'll spend away from you Minkowski floating leaning her head against a window. Maybe holding a wedding ring Another night I'm on another broken avenue Eiffel’s mugshot on the console Trading in who I've been for shiny celebrity skin Hilbert getting his wrist slammed in the drawer, his careful samples going flying I like to push it and push it until my luck is over Lovelace staring down Kepler over the chess board

I wonder what you're doing, I wonder if you doubt it Kepler sipping his scotch and gesturing to it, presumably giving The Whiskey Speech. Maxwell and Jacobi in the background pretending to gag I wonder how we used to ever go so long without it Kepler handing Jacobi his business card at the bar All the work to impress, charming girls out of their dresses Maxwell at Hyperion’s house with Kepler surrounded by fancy readouts Smiling pretty and pretty Maxwell and Hera looking at each other on the mindscape beach

I am right beside you, right (I thought you wanted me) (What you want, what you need) Jacobi outside pounding on the capsule, Jacobi inside horrified, Maxwell indecisive I am right beside you, right (I thought you wanted me) Lovelace and Hilbert vs the dentist chair from hell (What you want, what you need) Minkowski attempting to phone home I'll make this perfect again Minkowski slamming her fist into her palm in the hidden room, decision to mutiny (I thought you wanted me) (What you want, what you need) (Cross my heart, I hope to die, hope to die) If I burn out and slip away Lovelace tied to a chair next to Eiffel in the armory, expression defiant. Countdown ticking over the image: 10, 9, 8, 7, 3, 2, 1. When the countdown gets to 1, Lovelace closes her eyes. (What you want, what you need) (Cross my heart, I hope to die, hope to die) (I thought you wanted me) (What you want, what you need) You're beautiful, you are A bloodspattered Lovelace’s eyes snapping open as she’s wreathed in blue light

I've been here so very long Eiffel facing Bob in the hotel room. Stars popping up in Bob's speech bubble to indicate the many systems they've done this with (I could slip into you, it's so easy to come back into you) Restraining bolted crewmembers smiling at an imprisoned Lovelace I'll hide it, can I hide in you a while? Eiffel screaming at a Pryce-piloted Minkowski through the airlock/ the two of them escaping into the vents (I'm not sick of you yet, is that as good as it gets?) Lovelace and Jacobi firing on the Sol capsule with the launcher I never took you for a trick but Lovelace and Kepler staring each other down over the negotiations table sometimes I don't know what you want Cutter and Minkowski superimposed over them I could take it if you need to take this out on someone Rapidfire: Minkowski sending Eiffel home, Jacobi’s fight with Reimann, Lovelace shooting Minkowski, Kepler in the airlock (And this is just the part I portray) Hera in the mindscape facing off against Pryce with Eiffel behind her (And this is just the part I portray) The picture dissolving into shards strobed with jagged electricity I don't know how it got this way Picture resolving into Doug holding a recorder in his hand

#wolf 359 #was wondering why no one else is posting for pgw saturday #and then remembered most people are probably sleeping in #I was woken by a hungry cat at 6 am

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solstices-dreams · 3 months ago

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𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐠 𝐝𝐫.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫. ᝰ.ᐟ

— 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

— 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲.

He was the first victor I interacted with aside from my mentors and he’s one of my closest friends. I feel like it’s… begrudging older employee befriending younger new employee, potentially something more… if that makes sense. (It’s not familial, like him and Kat/Peeta.) He’s more pessimistic than me but we balance out, he probably has a stupid nickname for me (sunshine… maybe) but ik I’m gonna melt if he ever calls me “sweetheart” like how he does Katniss. AND OMG- HIS HUGS-? rejuvenating.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨.

No, she’s not as evil as in the books/movies. She’s on the rebellions side. We became friends over our mutual enjoyment of the knife throwing station and she helped hone my sparring. She has older cousin vibes for me.

— 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫.

We met as mentors and omg hanging out with Haymitch and him is gonna hit I knoww. Like- Haymitch lokey bullying him as Beetee just side eyes him then continues whatever he’s doing. I’m actually quite excited to hang out with him because of how smart he is and I think it’ll give me more insight into panem itself. But we’re close 🤞

— 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧.

Obviously we’ll officially meet during the QQ so there won’t be as much of a bond between us, but Haymitch wanted me to be allies with her and Peeta so we started interacting more and I feel like we’ll have some good convos during the training week before the QQ. But she’s distrustful of me at first.

— 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤.

Same as Katniss but he’s more trusting and I feel I’ll click with him quick, we both like baking, we’re not as changed by our games. I’m excited to hang out with him and Finnick and his personality is very sweet with a good sense of humor. Maybe sibling-y vibes, i just know the johanna, finn, him and katniss friendgroup is gonna ROCK.

— 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.

She did not like me at first. I was too naive and “soft” for her liking, but then she got to know me and kinda understood me better. But we got along eventually and she’s a great person to have on my side and I feel like interacting with her will never be dull. We def will just look at eachother when someone says something stupid and trash talking with her 😩😩😩 it’s gonna be lit.

will update once I return ! also i am friends with all the d-10 victors and people i mentioned in my [people i scripted in] post it just felt redundant to write it again

last updated �� [aug. 21]

#ᨒ↟#— 𝐝𝐚𝐡𝐥’𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐬.#thg shifting #thg dr #hunger games shifter #hunger games dr #shifting reality #reality shifter #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifters #shifting #shifting antis dni #shifting blog

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vivianbernadetteaurora · 2 months ago

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Girlfriend of grunge in the 90s

When I think of the 90s I’ve said before in the previous place it really gives me Pisces vibes, but obviously there’s some heavy Capricorn placements like Neptune and Uranus in the early 90s and late 80s 80s which gave it that dark edge.

These are all the girlfriends of grunge who I think are important, to mention in this story. first of all, we have Courtney Love, she is obviously the most known one out of all of these in this one, she was known for being an outspoken, kind of feminist, kind of misogynist, all rolled into one.

Boy, has she been through the wringer, being called, the Nancy Spudgen, a hole, of Nirvana, which is very low?, especially considering that Nancy was dead and it went through a lot of herself with sexist and press., it was probably because Courtney moulded herself around. I do have a lot more compassion for Nancy for what she’s been through because Courtney seems a lot more., vindictive with what she does and how she betray herself, Whatever I’ve seen about Nancy she seems less control of her behaviour but that’s okay sometimes if personality disorders in Courtney’s case

Sometimes sometimes compulsive liars get addicted to their own lies and end up saying things that aren’t true, Kat bjelland said 70% of what Courtney said is the truth, work out which bits are not?

But Courtney has been a pioneer in this area of, making music for girls and teenagers, and fully grown women like myself in my 30s, she makes you feel powerful, she makes you feel like you could do anything when you listen to one of her songs, and dressing up with her makes you feel even more powerful, there would be no grunge is aesthetic or kinder whore without these two women. have a lot of people who can’t stand Courtney love some of them are a lot of them are women as well they think she’s too egotistical honestly I think they’re just a bit bit jealous no I don’t think they will jealous. I think people are just intimidated.

Then you have our alternative Winona , who has been popular with the boy band members, alternative and rock boy bands not pop ,members, I think she even went out with that guy from County, Monica and Rachel from friends, I know Courtney and Jennifer, ha ha I just realised that could’ve been Jennifer Finch and Courtney love.

Yeah, she’s been around, she’s gone even when she shoplifted and had to go, she was still soft-spoken, who was obviously taking advantage of Johnny Depp from such a young age that it affected her for the rest of her adult life, she said her first everything . Which put a huge power in balance in the relationship. He moved onto Kate Moss., Winona Ryder you’re still that girl forever, she is like the actress alternative grunge girl, the music version, but in very different as, kind of like light feminine and dark feminine.

And you have demri , Lane Staleys model girlfriend, who he was with for many years since the 80s on and off,, they had a very up-and-down relationship, caused by drug and alcohol dependency, but you could tell that they really love each other they weren’t like where they were like a publicity machine, not that you can even call them but they were back in the day not that you know, kept his private life private, even people who went to school with him didn’t know that it was him graduated with because he was quiet and he kept a different last name, but absolutely stunning as you can see from my pictures very similar to Kristen pfaff , I’m sorry Hole fans ,you do not give enough credit for, anyway, Demri , and layne up breaking up, which people say he wasn’t the same after, she died in 1996, bacteria from the needle, to her heart and affected her a really bad way and got into an infection . he evidently died, a few years after cut to the same day he wasn’t found until his body was not in a good way. Let’s put it that., I hope they’re together in heaven happy and in love

Kristen Pfaff ,of Hole her death was extremely suspicious, and I know Nirvana fans believe this, not Courtney fans but I am on the fence with this. I find Courtney really appealing and really gracious and appealing. That’s the only way I can put it just very charismatic and that’s what her dad was like to, Kristen, given a hot shot, she’d got clean after Kurt Cobain died, pages in her diary were missing from that week. which is also extremely strange her family did not like Courtney and they find the whole thing suspiciousl brother was with her a lot of the time during those days. she was with a bang called Janet Joe and she got back with them. She was only meant to be touring bassist , she stayed a bit longer, was with Eric Allanson only because he was the only guy there at the time and I, advantage if you see pictures of her before she moves to Seattle, Courtney needs to give her bags with syringes and bags of heroin , she was professionally trained in, you can master the piano said that you can master anything it’s genius level music. sad that she died and the fans don’t give her credit “live through this “ is one of the best albums ever, this is my mix of the main grunge girls of the 90s and their impact and how talented they were in all different ways.

#grunge #grunge girl #courtney love #Kristern pfaff #fypage #winona ryder #demri parrott #90s

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absurdly-overpowered-astronaut · 2 months ago

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The first of (hopefully) many OC ramblings

part two

Oc posting? On this blog? More likely than you think! >:)

These guys are Kat (the one on the left) and Tory (one on the right) I made them for my writing class last week and to boil the story down to an elevator pitch ‘one day Kat discovers that not only are ghosts real but there is a secret organisation (well calling them an organisation is abit generous theres like 20 people with no funding) hunting them and on top of that that his best friend is now a ghost and hence dead! So to stop his friend’s ghost from getting hunted and to combat his inferiority complex he and Tory decide to join this organisation and now have to juggle life , death , ghosts hunting and stopping said ghost hunters from working out one of them is secretly a ghost oh and on top of that Kat‘s best friend is still somehow still alive?! Now there are two of them. One who is alive and one who is dead.’ this ended up longer than I thought it would…oh well I guess it’s just a really long elevator ride.

Talking about them more as characters

Kat struggles alot with as aforementioned inferiority. He’s never really been able to understand socialising so as a result to participate in conversations he learned to put himself down / put himself in uncomfortable situations and that self depreciating humour was the only way he could socialise consistently. It was easier to just assume he was always wrong then it was to try and understand the complexity’s of the social dynamics at play or to stand up for himself , It was easier to not try at any then to try really hard and get picked apart by his family for not being the best at said thing , it was easier to take the blame for things he didn’t do because no one would believe him anyway.

This is where Cory comes in (Cory is alive version of the character and Tory is dead version of the character I don’t want to get to much into Cory because I’m writing this as a way to recover from exam week stress and I’ve worked out that if I ration out oc lore posting then I can cover all the exam days but anyway I’m getting off track) Cory is someone Kat has very complicated VERY gay feelings over. On the one hand Cory is like a life raft to Kat he’s his only friend , he stands up for him , he acts as almost a social translator of sorts , he gives Kat a space to be start to unlearn bad coping mechanisms.

But Kat also feels a tangled mess of guilt and jealousy. Cory is smart , he doesn’t struggle with understanding things and seemingly has a good home life (all of which are some what untrue but once again I’ll hold off on the Cory info dumping) he feels like Cory is just wasting his time on him like he should and will be abandoned by Cory and its just a matter of time but also that he wants to be like Cory. Less in a apparitional way but more in a “the oracle told me to beware the ides and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wished for an untimely death or demise what motivates me is it hatred is it love? Whats wrong that I too wish to be great and my mother wished she’d had a son” way , he doesn’t want to be like Cory so much as he wants to be the idealised version of Cory in his head. By demonising himself and idolising Cory he ends up in a cycle of hurting both himself and his best friend and Cory accidentally feeds into this also with his own toxic mentality “if I show him any part of myself thats not presentable he’ll leave me” and the boys are so wrapped up in their own perceptions of eachother they can’t recognise how the other person is hurt and how they are hurting themselves and its a whole thing or in other words.

Conversely Tory is a seemingly very different person to Cory despite being the same person. Cory is very charismatic and presents outwardly as self sufficient but Tory for lack of a more fitting descriptor is a sad wet cat in human form. A pathetic little mew mew if you will. (Also the reason he is call Tory is because its short for Cory two and sounds like とり)

Tory and Kat have a very different dynamic than Cory and Kat having pretty much flipped dynamics. Where as in Cory and Kat’s relationship Cory had the power now Kat has the power. He gets to be the one who knows things , he gets to be the protector , he gets to keep secrets for the greater good and he gets the social power. He enjoys getting to have power and agency.

I’m struggling to be coherent so I’m going to put this in terms of Krapman’s triangle.

Kat and Cory is victim saviour Kat sees Cory as his saviour Cory see’s himself as Kats saviour and Kat see’s himself as a victim with no agency and Cory see’s Kat as a victim with no agency that needs protection.

Kat and Tory is saviour victim Tory sees Kat as his saviour Kat see’s himself as Tory’s saviour and Tory see’s himself as a victim with no agency and Kat sees Tory as a victim with no agency that needs protection.

(I’ve been listening to alot of Crane Wives recently and they are very inspired by many a Crane Wives song)

Now I should probably explain the goose in the room. That is Goose! She is part of the ghost hunting agency and is able to sense supernatural forces. Tory because of his ghost powers he and by extension his team become high ranking members of the organisation and Goose is assigned to the team under the guise of being part of the promotion but is actually there to prove the leader’s suspicions of Tory actually being a ghost.

I like to imagine if this become anything it would be a really cool set up and pay off of having Goose the join the party really early on and the audience is all like “okay cool animal companion” but then during the BIG REVEAL that the ghost hunters knew the whole time that Tory was a ghost because of Goose and was just waiting to act on this information and just having Kat be absolutely crushed that he tryed so hard to protect Tory and he felt useful and like a smart boy and it turns out that it didn’t even matter and all because of a singular silly goose.

Goose being a goose was inspired by a video I saw the other day taking about how geese were becoming used as guard animals in prisons instead of dog because geese can not be bribed and thought it was fitting. I also just like geese.

This is the concept art I drew of the boys! They didn’t change to much from their initial concept designs surprisingly.

Now I get to talk about the magic system of the world! I’m unreasonably proud of it :) Okay so I really like the prison uniform designs in milgram and I kept seeing pictures of these cool beats and such which made me want to craft a world where the characters wore this kind of belt/cottage core stuff and so I came up with the idea of ghosts being repelled by natural materials!

Leather , whool , chawk , lead , sticks ect ect and it just opened up so many fun possibilities. I haven’t fully worked out how ghost would react to the materials I know touching them to ghosts feels like burning and they are repelled/negatively effected by them I just haven’t figured out to what extent. Here some visuals concepts I drew of possibilities. It was actually really fun to make the smoke effect it was just a scribble that I erased holes into and then blended.

I don’t want to say to much because this once again ties into Cory stuff so I’ll go more in more depth in the future but essentially ghosts attacking people used to be a really big problem in the past so clothes where designed with this in mind but after ghost all mysteriously vanished clothes started to be made of non-natural materials and no longer had ghost protection in mind so the ghost hunters wear older clothing styles because those provide the most protection (and makes them visually distinct from other characters :) IT IS SO FUN TO THINK OF DIFFERENT OUTFIT COMBINATIONS FOR CHARACTERS!

There are a couple different things ghosts can do personal to the ghost but the most can do possession , levitate objects/people and switch things.

Kat uses knifes and fights in close range so the ghost could easily make contact with him and possess him so he wears a wool sweater , gold necklace and leather bag all these are around the area that gets touched to get possessed to avoid this but getting levitated isn’t really issue like it would be for other characters because he can just throw his knifes so he doesn’t have any ghost protection on his shoes/legs.

Even though the bag provides a perch for Goose and is good protection it could get trouble some in close combat so it has clips so that it can be dropped easily.

All the characters have atleast two outfits. One is for when they are ghost fighting in public and don’t want to look suspicious and other is for when they are alone and can afford to be as protected as possible.

The buttons are made of ghost resistant materials and are to prevent ghosts from attempting suffocation. Kat can’t actually uses his knives when undercover so he uses his bag as a weapon but when its just the ghost hunters he’s allowed to go stabbing (only ghosts ofc)

And then Tory doesn’t have anything because he is a ghost and it would hurt him :( (this is actually the reason why Cory has little wooden do ups on his jacket and Tory doesn’t. Its because the wood as a natural material would hurt Tory so he has to get them changed)

it was/is so fun to think of different ways of using the ghost weakness for character design purposes and fight scenes where cards are effect by different techniques to different degrees and ahh so fun! I never thought I’d love thinking about this kind of stuff so much.

Here is some art of them from when I actually started to finalise their designs.

I had alot of fun designing hair for these two especially. It was an interesting challenge in stylisation. I tried to give them similar but different shapes.

Thank you so much for reading about my sillys!!!! In honestly it means the absolute world to me that you read the whole thing :)

#My oc’s #The morning cry of the crow #Unhinged rambling go burrrr #I miss posting about my oc’s and just keeping them locked in my brain they need exercise!#and to be exercised from my brain in all honesty #my art

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wutheringmights · 1 year ago

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Can we get the latest directors commentary pls?

Of course you can!

All things considered, this chapter actually came together really quickly. I haven't had a free weekend in a while, so that the chapter got done in a little over a month is really cool and sexy of me

My original plan was to have the bit about the war ending and the engineer leaving in secret at the end of the last chapter, and for this chapter to be the scene about Kat plus its consequences. The entire year would have passed between chapters with the reader getting no glimpses into what happened

Obviously, things got screwed up and I had to think of a way to make the war ending work with the Kat scene. I ended up with the idea of showing the passage of time with Link constantly reflecting back on how he failed to see the engineer. And I think it worked really well! For once my bad pacing was a blessing in disguise.

A part of me feels bad that I didn't do more with the friends of the Heroes Spirit, though I already struggle at times to give Midna things to do. I don't think I could have handled more of Ravio or Tetra.

There was going to be way more of Marin, including a bit about how she fades in and out of existence since she's only a dream. The engineer was always going to be the first person who knew when she was back, as he could always sense her presence.

This chapter also has one of my knew favorite lines (which I will highlight because I want to draw attention to it): "He hadn’t been a child for a long time now. But he had been in that comfortable space where he wasn’t a kid but not yet an adult. He always had the sense that if he turned around, he could walk back into a small shape his mother could hold in her arms."

Fort Raven was named after Sir Raven, from the Oracle of Time manga

Where do I start with the Kat stuff?

First off, I almost named this part of the chapter after the pudding bun. I really wanted to highlight the idea that what breaks through Link's disassociation is one person being selflessly nice to him. Like showing someone humanity begets more humanity

Also, the auburn woman who pointed out which direction Kat went in is the same auburn woman who danced with Link and spread rumors about the engineer in chapter 16. This is a detail only I care about.

Okay, so random trivia aside, let's actually talk about Kat

I have mentioned many times before that Kat is based off of Kattrin from Mother Courage and Her Children. Kattrin is a girl who became non-verbal after she was sexually assaulted by a soldier when she was a kid. You can obviously see how that relates to my Kat.

A long time ago, I mentioned that one of the deleted subplots in CTB was about Link dealing with the Waltons wanting to connect with him now that he was the hero. A character who was deleted from that plotline was a slightly older cousin who was also in the army, and was a total asshole of a man.

I bring the cousin up because the cousin's storyline was going to end with Kat-- that's right, he was supposed to play the role that the major with the slicked back hair played in this chapter.

Obviously, this would mean that this bit about Kat being continuously harassed would have gotten a lot more attention and gone on way longer before climaxing with cousin assaulting Kat.

The cousin got deleted from the story when I got rid of the subplot with the Waltons. I told myself that having a random character attack Kat would still work, but it still feels a little sudden to me.

I really wanted to keep this scene not only for the ways it forces Link to respond, but also to show how shitty soldiers are to civilians, especially men in power

And yeah, I wanted Link trying and failing to save someone to be what triggers his wake-up call. Link definitively fucked up. The only thing he has left is being the hero, and he just fucked up saving someone he cares about.

Watching you all speculate about how Kat got injured up until this point was interesting. For a long while, a lot of you thought that the engineer would be involved. I somehow never expected anyone to associate the engineer with Kat's injury.

There were also a lot of people who thought Link was the one who injured Kat. That, I saw coming. It's been interesting to see how people think about what actually happened.

Of course, I was going to have this section go all the way until the end of the next scene, where Link faces the consequences of his actions. You'll have to see next chapter what those consequences will be.

Okay, onto the present--

Up until this chapter, I was utterly convinced that Twilight and Spirit would hate each other from the moment they meet. Then I wrote this chapter and realized that Twilight's protective gene would triumph any misgivings he would otherwise have. Absolutely no way he wouldn't find out about Spirit and not decide he was going to be the only bozo standing in his corner.

I really wanted this bit with Time and Warriors talking to be at the end of the last chapter. In my brain, the pacing just makes more sense that way. I can't even regret pushing it off until this chapter because their talk ended up being so long.

I also had to write this scene twice because the first time, Time was way out of character.

I was initially worried that Time explaining his point of view would be redundant, but after blindsiding you all with his extremely bias POV during his argument with Spirit, this ended up being necessary. My bad.

But also, Time's perspective is so, so... *vague gesturing*

There were a lot of people who were really certain that the child must have hated Link after Link hit him in the temple. Since then, I have been waiting for someone to connect that scene with the moment where the engineer hit the child first. I thought someone would point this point out after Time's argument with Spirit. But, no! No one did! So I had to point it out in this chapter!

I gotta emphasize that Time is not necessarily correct. But I swore that once I got everyone comfortable with Warriors's morality, I was going to start throwing curve balls to challenge your opinion. And as Time puts it, if Spirit can be forgiven, then why not Warriors? Weren't they both responding to shitty situations? And is Warriors correct when he says it's different?

And why am I writing literary response questions for my own fic? Damn.

I originally scrapped the Wolfie scene because it was too cheesy, then I had to put it back in because I had been writing Twilight like the scene was still there

I've been worried that CTB Hyrule has become so iconic for being kinda a hard ass that he's being flanderized, so I figured he could be the one who declares that everyone is safe and sound.

Wind gets a new haircut because it's not real trauma unless your hair changes. The author is someone who changes her hair every time her life falls apart.

And he has a cool anime-esque eye patch because he's thirteen and he deserves a cool anime-esque eye patch

There actually was going to be a scene where Warriors shared his plan for the Triforce with Lana first, but I cut it since I didn't want to have the same argument twice, once with Lana and once with the Chain; it still feels a little out of character for Link to not talk to Lana first.

So the Warriors and Spirit scene

I wanted to convey that talking about everything that happened too soon would cause Warriors to sort of relive his memories and worsen his trauma. I wanted to try showing that without needing to outright state it, hence the dream-like sequence.

I think this was largely successful. People get the idea. Shout out to this story for forcing me to get good at writing trippy sequences, though. I wasn't really planning on that.

I think my favorite part about Twilight taking control is that he still needed Four to do some of the heavy talking for him. Power duo between a grown man and his 16 year old BFF

As I promised, a Triforce quest comes with a lot of morale quandaries that we now have to navigate with the characters, the biggest one being what is the definition of a war won? How do you wish for a war to be over without causing a larger disaster?

Everything about the world building for the Faovarian government and society was designed to add complications to that question. You can't annihilate the army without killing thralls. You can't use it on their ruler because they have a senate who can be replaced. They're an empire made of conquered people, so there's the risk that you could hurt an oppressed state.

But yeah, we're ready to go on another adventure. The boys are sticking together a little bit longer, and now we have to go meet up with Lincoln.

I wanted to get them on the road this chapter too, especially so that I could end with another really important Spirit scene, but I punted that off to the next chapter. Hopefully, the pacing for the next chapter won't be too weird.

And because the ending is different from what I had planned, I didn't know HOW to end things. Then I remembered how much you all liked dog imagery.

One last note: I love reading everyone's thoughts on the story, especially your thoughts on Warriors, Spirit, and Time. I am amazed by how many different takes I have seen. There is no one out there who is thinking the same thing.

On one hand, that's terrifying for me. When I was younger, I was really into the idea that a successful story left every reader thinking the same thing. The part of me that is forever 20 years old is scared shitless that someone is going to have a bad take and get mad at me for it.

The part of me that is older and somewhat wiser wants all of these polarizing opinions. Every reader brings their own experiences to the table, and I want to see everyone reaching their own conclusions about the characters. I love this. I relish in every ask, reply, or AO3 comment. I love your mini-essays and note taking. I love knowing what everyone thinks.

So, yeah. I just wanted to take a moment to reflect on that. Things are a little terrifying, but they have to be in order to be exciting as well.

#oh my god do i have a bonus funfact for this chapter???#uhhhhhhh huh. i don't think i do. i think i actually got everything #me rambling #lu ctb #linked universe #ctb lore #ctb spoilers #ctb commentary

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alitgblog · 5 months ago

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s9 vol 6: oh fuck I was joking last time but am i.. is this gonna be a Hamish route for me??? 😳

i guess first of all, the kelly/kat drama. I know it's yet again Finn and Kat but I'm happy they're dealing with it in a different way (although if S5 is Suresh's island, I can't help but think S9 is Kat's island 🙄). The thing that annoyed me the most is MC not being able to say anything? Like Kelly brought up the note, I feel like MC and Finn should've said something.

however we do get this, which, as someone with a friend whose name starts with K going through relationship troubles with a Korean man, actually I'm offended they took my joke and made it less funny,

but snog marry pie! Most of the girls (my MC included) choosing to kiss Hamish? It's like we all forget how bad a kisser he was in S6 like what happened. however, uhhh kinda worth it like I was initially intrigued about a Finn or Stefan route but Hamish is really coming in as a dark horse with chat like this (especially considering how sassy MC can be this season)

and the thing too is even though hes clearly changed bc they're making him a serious LI this season, there are several moments where I'm like yeah that's the same guy that had the audacity to ask S6 MC to run away with him at the end of S6

Then I played by rules like Chen, and chose a different person to snog, a different person to marry, a different person to pie. And then Hamish gets his little moment kissing and marrying MC, which kind of undermines the big moment which is his speech where he pies himself? like the talk on the terrace later this volume is great and I love the flirty banter between him and MC but he's so wishy washy about Natasha and it just doesn't really get addressed?

Kat's partner (in my game, Jude) is a whole mess. Like it'd be one thing if he's gonna be like "hey I'm sorry I was just defending Chen because I misinterpreted some stuff I thought you did" but it's another to do all that meanwhile he was also being shady about flirting with Melissa???

Then they call the incident Melgate bc... fusebox struck gold with Cherrygate and has been trying to recreate it ever since and has always failed. I never clicked the gem scene that would prompt Kat to tell you this story, and so I was so confused until they explained it in the next episode and that was so annoying. Then they do the thing (again!) where they like shame you for not being a friend (Kat's like "I tried to tell you"). this is worse than when you had an ugly dress and the girls were like God you look awful.

Jude being vague during the game was annoying bc i know theyre just stretching it out but also absolutely I could see that happening on the show where he's like "you know what you did. we'lltalk about it later" and it cuts to MC in the beach hut being like "judes being a real bitch. of course I know what I did but which time are you referring to"

Chen being constantly voted the sweetest during the challenge and then awards night is great but also just reminds me that his character is gonna be so vague from now on bc he's sharing a personality with three other guys. like its gonna hurt to break him but also he's not getting the care from the writing team that they've been giving the other routes so unfortunately he's boring rn 😬. doesn't even have the audacity to be mad just has to go away and think. And Chen just keeps taking L's too with MC (at least in my game) flirting with everyone and Jude in his ear saying MC can't be trusted. like if he twists in casa I'm not even sure if the audience would blame him (they would bc they love MC but ya knowww)

God don't remind me I'm missing not only missing actual litg season 2 but also what I have instead is Kat and Finn season 2

anyway MC being able to say never have I ever had a steamy shower with someone? she's so messy

also with Natasha explaining more of what she did in casa on her original season has me making things up in my head bc you gotta be a pretty memorable casa girl for the game to pretend you're an all star but she didn't even make it to the actual villa so that's even harder to imagine, but I'm going to pretend she flirted with one of the guys while also sneaking behind his back with Roxy and people ate that up. then he tells her he wants to bring her to the villa and she rides off into the sunset with Roxy instead (or Roxy breaks her heart goes in the villa with a guy idk)

I'm starting to think Kat's gonna end up either with Finn or if MC is with Finn, then single but then we get a reunion episode and she reveals she's dating Finn's brother bc she has a TYPE (also wouldn't be out of the ordinary for fusebox bc of the grace/ozzy/marshall thing but it's still icky to me lol)

then lastly for brunch we got the first of TWO prompts this volume to lay to learn about your own backstory?? I mean no question I'm upset about paying for information but your OWN character??

I had no problem saying no though like I feel like there's enough context about Sarah Ann for me to guess (side note, if anyone from Casa comes back with Sarah Ann I'm throwing hands)

OK but awards now. I feel like awards night is usually an end of season thing when the producers of the show have not much drama left bc the couples are solid and they want to throw in drama for the last week, but seeing as this is a game and they can just write in the finale whenever, I guess here is alright. (I wonder if that means no movie night then though?)

the clip they showed of Natasha? honestly, I respect her more for it. like idk she just seems more real than this perfect character flirting with MC all the time if she's venting to Hamish about also being sick of Kat and Finn or small things like Kelly taking long to get ready.

Here's where I did wish there was more branching like I think if you didn't do anything with Finn you should get a nice award, like about being loyal, while the clip still showed Finn being sneaky. like I don't doubt that if this were real, the producers of the show WOULD show the note and then getting cut off before MC realizing it's Finn and not her partner, but it's irritating to get blamed for that and even worse, MC does not get a real chance to defend herself, we just listen to everyone else's reactions.

anyway in my game MC should've been shown pieing off Finn at the pool and then Jude apologizing realizing he didn't understand what he saw. and then subsequently after show the clip of MC trying to kiss Finn at the shower and him rejecting her bc I personally loved that moment and I actually gasped when I thought they were gonna show it instead of cutting it off (bc again, not enough branching)

I did spend the gems on the second MC lore thing bc I was like ehh why not it's the end of the volume and like wow I get why I like s9 mc now, she's so Bobby coded 🤣

once again, I do appreciate the effort going into Hamish's route rn bc he has actual consequences and regrets for hooking up with Melissa and it getting exposed. OK maybe not actual consequences bc I think the game will just continue to pair up him and Natasha but the fact that there are some repercussions at all AND he gets to talk out his feelings and regrets about it with MC on the terrace after? And then he continues to show interest in MC and explain his reasons for not being with her and also the whole hi trying to look for validation from his dad? sorry Finn and Chen, the writers are playing favorites

I did not think we were getting casa lmao. there's no casa in the actual love island all stars and love island games so I was surprised but I'm curious about who the other boys are, if they're all gonna be international or are we gonna see at least one more UK islander? if Cassius is coming in during casa it feels like he's gonna be overshadowed and his route is probably merged with some international guys, which I guess makes enough sense like we didn't know him during season 7 anyway but I'm just curious.

oh yeah and this guy

late to the party like I know the game keeps reminding me of him, but the more they did the interested I was, but I could be brought back

OK fingers crossed they don't dump single islanders post casa

#litg #love island the game #litg s9 #rambling #ok good job fusebox i was intrigued with this episode again #rip any loyal girls though like they are not giving chen/jude/henri/lyle the love they deserve

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