#i told him i misheard it and he found it extremely funny

[binch-i-might-be]

my dad, pushing his table scraps (pieces of inedible meat & some soggy bread) to the edge of the table: Ich tu des mal hier rüber, vielleicht ziehts ja ein paar Wespen an (=I'm putting this over here, maybe it'll attract some wasps (away from us))

me, having misheard "wespe" as "lesbe" (lesbian): pardon ?

[youcantclipmywings]

Soooo...

TW discussion about my parent’s being racist and classist as well as talking about sex but this is a good news post!!!!

This is kinda an exciting update to write  lol. In my last post, I mentioned the guy who works in my neighborhood’s gatehouse that my friend had claimed was flirting with me. Even though I had initially thought he was just being friendly or flirty because he found my friend attractive, I’m definitely starting to believe he’s completely flirting with me. EXCITING! 

So after that first interaction when my friend was there, we didn’t see each other again for almost 2 weeks because shelter in place. But I had therapy and then was coming home afterwards and I pulled into the gatehouse and he knew my name and was acting genuinely excited to see me. He asked me where I was coming from and I said therapy and he asked me if I wanted to be a therapist and I was like “umm that’s the current plan” and then he was like “well how was it” and I was like “it was good” and then he said “just good...?” and I was like “yeah... I don’t know how else to describe it” and he started laughing and then was like “why are you in therapy” and I said “just to vibe” and he started laughing again and he said “you’re a little crazy, aren’t you?” and I said “yeah definitely” and he was like “me too... I just got out of jail a couple months ago so that’s how crazy I am...” and I just laughed cuz how the fuck am I supposed to respond to that? And then he said “you should stop by more often” and I said “I might just do that” And then he handed me my pass and I drove off. And I called one of my friends and was like “ok he’s definitely flirting but jail??” and so there’s definitely some shit to reflect on in regards to my family (I’ll explain further down).

And then I saw him Easter at night and as I was leaving the neighborhood he leaned out the gatehouse window and waved excitedly and then when I came back we spoke briefly just saying “Happy Easter” because he was just about to get off. 

Then this past Thursday I needed to go to the store so I went to grab stuff and then I drove back and he was so hyped to see me but one of his bosses walked in right after I pulled up so we kept just looking at each other and laughing. And then his manager left as he was handing me my pass and he said “I’m sorry our time go interrupted” and I said “you know at some point, you’re gonna have to tell me your name” because he knows my first and last name and my address and he was like “damn really?” and then we both laughed and then he said “I’m gonna keep it a mystery until next time” and I was like “I’m not gonna be back until Wednesday though” because I’m staying at my dad’s for a bit (no I’m not at risk of infecting anyone because he doesn’t see anyone else and the only other person I see is my mom who also isn’t seeing anyone else) and he was like “then come back later today”. So I got home and was like “hmmmmmm how can I leave for a valid reason” and I guess I manifested that shit because my mom asked me to pick up dinner a couple hours later. 

So I went to pick up dinner then pulled up again and he was like “damn you came back!” really excitedly and I was like “fuck yeah” and he said “why are you out” and I said “to pick up dinner” and he was like “why didn’t you get me anything? All I have to eat is canned chili” and I was like “you should’ve told me earlier!” and we both laughed and then he told me his name and I said “nice to meet you my name is *Edith*” and he was like “oh trust me, I know” and then he said “so where are you going? back to school?” and I was like “I wish but not anytime soon. I’m going to stay at my dad’s.” and he was like “oh where does your dad live” and I said the neighborhood and if you said it quickly I guess it can kinda sound like a dirty combination of words so he was like “where???” and I repeated it, not realizing he misheard it and thinking he was making fun of me for living in a really affluent neighborhood and then he was like “where?????” and I repeated it again much slower and he said “ohhhhhhh” then said it correctly and I then I realized what he thought I had said and was like “omg get your mind out of the gutter” and he was like “now I have a headache after thinking about what I thought you just said so I’m gonna let you go” and I just shook my head and then as I started to drive past “you sexy .....” and I turned around and looked at him with a happy shocked face (prob blushing) and he was laughing with a very proud looking face. 

I think he might be one of the only (maybe the only) guy(s) I’ve ever had a crush on/liked. Like, I really like him. He’s sarcastic, funny, friendly, attractive, honest, etc. I am worried he’s a fuckboy who just wants to fuck and doesn’t actually want some sort of relationship. I know myself and know I can’t lose my virginity to a one night stand. I need someone who’s genuinely kind and patient and willing to guide me through my first (consensual) sexual experiences. He seems kind and caring but I’m worried he won’t be once we can actually spend time together. But what if I’ve actually found a good guy? Unsure but that’s mostly because I have trust issues tee hee

Also, he’s only ever seen me sitting in my car. What if he’s no longer attracted once he sees the fat on my stomach or the fact that I literally have no ass? Yeah, I do have big boobs but that isn’t that big of a deal anymore. Big asses are in and mine is nonexistent. He’s definitely skinner than me.

Anyways, another “issue” is his race/economic class/fact that he’s been in jail. My mom isn’t racist but shes certainly classist and extremely judgmental of those with a record, and my dad is racist, classist, and judgmental of those with a records. He’s definitely black and might be mixed with something else, which I know would make my dad lose his shit without him even knowing the other two “issues” for my parents. I know they won’t be happy that he’s a guard at the gatehouse for my neighborhood because it isn’t a “good” or “impressive” job and they’ll absolutely lose their shit about the fact that he has a record. I think it will be important for me to find out why he was in jail, but I also know that there’s a reason why black men are incarcerated at a significantly higher rate than any other race, even if the same crime is committed. Also, jail means it was a misdemeanor, which is highly likely to be less severe or worrisome. And in regards to his job, I don’t really give a shit. There’s nothing wrong with working as a guard, especially as a young man right after being released from jail (but again I’m not judging anyone who has the job even if they aren’t young and have a record because there’s a need for people to have these jobs and fuck capitalism and also fuck the idea that you’re only worthy of respect if you have a white collar job). I don’t need a man to provide for me EVER. I will be successful doing whatever I do and while I expect my partner to provide for themselves and not rely on me, I would never expect them to pay for me. 

Sorry for the long ass update but this is so exciting and I felt the need to share an actually positive update since they’ve been pretty negative recently!!!! So yay! Please send good vibes my way and if you have any advice in regards to my parents or my fears about his intentions please send them my way because they’re definitely there....

[butterflyheart-me]

My Top BL online stories (part 1)

Warning: There will be very naughty scenes 

1.  I never knew the World was this Bright

Theme: Online Gaming, School/College Life

Synopsis:

An Lian never thought he would make friends online when he started playing Red Dragon Quest for the first time. But as it turned out, he finds more than a friend... He finds a husband!

Little does An Lian know, this 'husband' in game is much closer to him in real life than he first suspects...

At the same time, in the real world, An Lian encounters a man named Jian Chen. An Lian remains oblivious to Jian Chen's advances until it is too late, and he is already too deep in the lion's den.

My thoughts:

Very Fluffy, some angst, it really makes the world bright. The MC is such a cinnamon roll while the ML is so protective of MC. Very cute couple

Side couple is super cute too. It was a nice surprise. Supportive friends FTW

2. A Lotus Born of Mud

Theme: Transmigration, Cultivation, Disciple x Master

Trigger Warning: contains sensitive themes such as child abuse, rape and self-harm

Synopsis:

"Lu ShiZun... I like you."

"I like you too XiaoYin."

"... My kind of like is where we'd tumble in bed all day all night kind of like ShiZun..."

*ferociously runs in the opposite direction

...........................................

 Lu BiMing was born in the modern ages. However due to orphaned and adopted by cruel people at a young age, his life was as miserable as any life could get. When he finally escapes looking to start a new life he slips up and drowns.

 Whilst in JiangHu lives a man has money and reputation.  He is murdered... by drowning...

 Lu BiMing's life changes after he wakes up in another body. Now he really has literally found a new life where no one knows of his past, his secrets or his fears. However, with a new body comes responsibility too and he soon discovers that twisted secrets exist in this world also.

 He goes out of character,

 He bends the rules,

 But most of all, he's caught the eye of a troubling disciple...

My thoughts:

The MC is very naive and adorable but he’s not weak. He can protect himself. He’s just very dense and unable to realize how attractive he is. He has a very sad life but he still have the strength to fight and make himself and other people he care about happy. 

ML is like a little lost puppy without his master. He can be sexy yet cute at the same time. He is very possesive to the point that he’s showing yandere-ish actions. He’s still sane tho. 

The story itself is very detailed. The characters aren’t one dimensional. Full of gray area. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry and in some cases you might get turned on

3.  I Love You from Alpha to Omega

Theme: Fantasy, Werewolves/Werecat

Trigger: contains scenes of abuse, PTSD

Ezra believed he would never find his mate, until he met Blair. While Ezra was away, training to become an Alpha strong enough to lead his pack, his mother and father adopted a new son into their home. When Ezra returnd home, he worried about competition from his new brother, Blair, for both his title and his parent's love and affection. It comes as a complete surprise to him that Blair is interested in neither. The small, skittish shifter is just a little neko, and above all, Ezra's mate.

    Ezra becomes concerned when his parents, the current Alpha and Luna of his pack, explain to him what little they know about Blair's devastating past. At first Ezra believes his only obstacle is to get his mate to accept him, but as Blair's previous life comes to light, blindsiding the couple, Ezra realizes he may have bit off more than he could chew. Ezra hopes his unconditional love for Blair will guide him in his quest to avenge his mate's honor. Follow Ezra and Blair as together they learn to trust in each other and develop a relationship unlike any other.

"I love you."

"How Much?" He breathlessly questioned.

"From A to Z, from Alpha to Omega." I confessed sincerely.

My Thoughts:

Very sensitive themes but you can really see that love exists between the main characters. It’s a little slow burn romance due to Blair’s past but you can really see how Ezra tries to become patient and understanding for his mate. I like that this story involves other kinds of love such as family/ parental love. Ezra’s parents are just the best. So pure.

2MOONS (Phayo/MingKit/ForthBeam) :

1. Last Descendant 

Theme: Fantasy, Magic, Kinda Avatar: Last Airbender inspired

Summary/ Description:

My name is Wayo Daichapanya. I am a non-magi. I can't seem to awaken my elemental powers. I envy my brother Ming who has awakened his earth magic since he was 5. He is going to go to a college in neutral lands so he can join the Wizards Rumble, a tournament of magic users. He is a powerful earth magic user, I believe he will win. I decided to come along with him to that college because I am quite attached to my brother. I always feel safe when I am with him, I can't imagine going to a different college.

I feel like someone has been stalking me in the college, but I can't seem to find who it is. Who is stalking me?

My thoughts:

Wayo is so such a cinnamon roll. He’s so lovable and innocent. Phana is such a bad ass here and also a possessive perv. 

TONS of MINGYO BROTHERLY cuteness!!!!!!!!

Mingkit is such a cute couple. Literally Fiery Kit and the adorable puppy Ming its just so funny

ForthBeam= trust issues storyline, mostly Beam’s. A very romantic Forth here. 

2. Two Planets

Summary/ Description:

He takes off his mask and what I see next is beyond awesome. Perfect face! He is so handsome. There is no way he is from Earth. Well, he is from Venus. His name is Phana, from the royal family Kongthanin.

My name is Wayo, from the royal family Panitchayasawad. Both of us got chosen as our respective planet's representative to enroll in the Intergalactic School. There will be other students from other planets too!

It has been my dream to know about other planets! But wait. Why is P'Pha holding my hands like this? This is in the school! This is embarrassing! *facepalms*

This story tells about Phana and Wayo, along with their friends from other planets in the Intergalactic School. Phana is from Venus, while Wayo is from Earth. What is about to bloom between the two planets?

My thoughts:

PREPARE TO DIE FROM EXTREME FLUFF AND CUTENESS. Sweet and loving yet possessive and perverted Phana X Innocent and lovable Prince Wayo

I just kept smiling while reading every chapter. THEY ARE BOTH CINNAMON ROLLS HERE! PLUS Phana is NOT A PLAYBOY here! He’s a virgin here.

There will be cameos

3.  Howling at the Moons

Theme: Fantasy,Supernatural, Werewolves, Omegaverse

Summary/ Description:

Yo is a young werewolf who wants nothing more than to experience life. To live, laugh, and love beyond the restrictions he has always known. Will college be his chance to do that?

 In a world where werewolves exist but are still 'in the closet' so to speak, how will our 6 boys handle their lives and loves while hiding one small secret from the world?

My Thoughts:

Very sweet loving couples. Full of Suprises. Cute funny scenes between the side couples (MingKit/ ForthBeam). MINGYO FRIENDSHIP FTW!!!!!! Very smexy scenes. 

4.  Taking a Bite Out of the Moons

Theme: Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolves, Vampires, Fae

Trigger: School Bullying

Summay/Description:

Wayo is a simple human boy trapped in a lonely little world, until he makes friends with Ming and Forth, werewolves from the local pack. What adventures will they experience on their journey from secondary school students to college kids? And what awaits them at college?

 In a world where werewolves, vampires, and Fae exist and are 'out of the closet' so to speak, can our six boys find happiness and love?

My Thoughts:

Tons of twists and turns. Some light smexy threesome scenes but not all the way. There were actually scenes that made me cry. There will be character developments especially Wayo, Kit and of course Beam. 

CRACK/ GHOSTSHIPS

1. TEARS OF THE MOON (Forthyo)

The storyline is similar to 2moons but with Forth as lead

Summary/Description:

Ming being Ming  told me surely I had misunderstood and I so wanted it to be true, so I gladly accepted this point of view  although I knew without a shadow of doubt that I  had not misheard neither did I misunderstand.  That  night I chose to lie to myself  since I was not  prepared  to let go of P' Pha.

My Thoughts:

Seriously ship Forthyo here. Healthy relationship!!!

2.  Circus Freak (Mingyo)

Theme: Vampire, School Life

My Thoughts:

Sweet, lovely. Classic Besties turned Lovers with a twist

3. Guardian Angel (Mingyo)

Theme: School life

Summary/Description:

Ming blinks. This is this frist day in his new school and he has to witness a kid being hanged upside down in his one feet up the tree.

A thick glasses are dropped on the grass.

"Hey, do you know where the principal office is?" Ming asked him.

"Uhm. I want to show you but my sight is no use without my glasses." He said. His braces is colored blue.

Ming get the glasses from the grass and put it in the boy's eyes. Still with him hanging upside down.

He blinks several times to get used of the sudden clear sight. "Wow. You are handsome."

Ming blinks several times. "Wha...t...."

"There...." the boy points at one of the dirrection.

Ming blinks. "Why don't you just show me?" He said.

"I would like to, but if you haven't notice yet, I am hanged upside down here." He said. "Beside, you better not seen with me. You'll get trouble."

"Like what?"

"This."

Ming blinks. "Yeah... maybe my trouble would be much bigger than that. But hell with that." He puts down his back pack and then climbs up the tree.

Not long after, the boy with glasses and braces hit the ground with a loud thump sound.

Ming laughs. "You are so silly."

My Thoughts:

Bad boy/ Naughty Ming x Openly gay and sassy Wayo. Daddy kinks

This is all for now. Sorry all of them are on wattpad. the ones from other sites such as novelupdates are still ongoing so i couldn’t complete them yet

i’ll post more once i finished some more and depends if you guys want me to post more of these. 

I still haven’t finished tons of webnovels and fanfic coz they are either still updating or i got really distracted. ANY WAY PLEASE SUPPORT THE AUTHORS THEY DESERVE LOVE! 

let’s talk and discuss more love!!!

[floggingink]

bitch I bet you thought I’d forgotten about Riverdale, “Chapter Thirty-Seven: Fortune and Men’s Eyes”

I absolutely agree with Archie’s wild careening off the side of the road of justice to plead guilty to a crime he “may as well have” committed. I couldn’t believe Archie was so preposterously on the money about himself: “I didn’t kill anyone, but I could have.” GOOD, ARCHIE. I love Juvie Archie. better than Fascist Archie!!!!

I didn’t google “prison powder” to see if that shit’s soap or for lice or what but y’all’ll fill me in on that won’t you

“Leopold and Loeb” is just the level of allusory on-brand naming hubris I demand

“Captain Golightly” doesn’t seem to be a reference to anything other than a brutal dichotomy between whimsy and a dictatorial prison state

you know they hit us up with that Pop’s lighting not even at Pop’s! I never met a window I didn’t want to have bathe me in God’s light!

Sixth period is Intro to Film: the cross stitch quote on the warden’s wall, which I assume dude’s wife made for him because he and she adhere to traditional gender roles, is of course from Sonnet 29, referenced in the title to a play and 70’s movie very much about sexual slavery in prison (Archie has not seen it)

Day One at Juvie Coif: very good, uplifted, touchable but held fast

they really did the line-up of the Hot Dads of Riverdale right there: Tom seems to be eating pancakes and bacon, and FP is wearing a scarf like a headband but like a necklace

Fred’s flannel is an interesting mix of colors like, for a flannel, and Veronica appears to be wearing subtle yellow eyeshadow to go with her waitress dress

when were we going to hear about the three perjuring thugs? who corroborated Archie’s false confession???? cold

“Shadow County” is the third county in “Riverdale State”

The Blossom spawn: Dr. Patel seems to be the Cooper family GP with specialities in both obstetrics and neurology; Betty is still wearing her hospital bracelet

I never noticed the teensy blackboard under Alice’s kitchen cabinets; the Coopers are truly peak bourgeois chic

Polly’s itty bitty lace headband is good and the Farm has done wonders for her and Alice’s accessory game

Betty’s body language at “Uh...because I saw you and mom throw the twins on a fucking fire” is very funny (Betty has not told a joke yet)

Dilton Doiley is a canonically great dancer: RIP!!!!!!

I want to get out of the way that for some reason Jughead looks really good throughout this episode. I can’t explain why, maybe it’s because he’s finally wearing plaid again, but he looks good. if you thought he looked good in the first place, he’s back

is Betty wearing her Carrie: the Musical outfit?

last week I misheard Dilton and thought he said “Cardinal King,” and I was like, What? and then it got even better

Places Bughead are Fucking: the Blue & Gold office

Archie > Dawson: God bless Archie but he does try to be personable with Mad Dog right away, unleashing one of his legendary “bros.” how old were you when you realized you couldn’t do a pull-up? I’ve never done a pull-up in my goddamn life and certainly not to a vinyl of a piano sonata

Mad Dog (I just wrote “God,” because I guess he’s that beautiful) has approximately 100 cigarettes, which he certainly does not smoke, so he is hoarding them for some grand purpose?

when Mad Dog turned around I swear I saw muscles I didn’t know the human body possessed. I’m talking fresh-out-of-the-science-tube Steve Rogers

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: Mad Dog’s impeccably maintained fade

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie has the right attitude about LBJ and Vietnam, except I think JFK got us into Vietnam, but then the Gulf of Tonkin was LBJ. I don’t want to google the Vietnam War. look, McNamara is a war criminal

Cheryl’s sheaths: I wish I had the energy to coordinate my bras with the rest of my aesthetic like Josie, in a leopard print, and Cheryl, in red lace. I will say I have recently discovered unlined bras and they have changed me for the better

do you think Archie + varsity football + theater extracurriculars = Cheryl + student body president + 4.0 GPA + theater extracurriculars?

Serpent with the General-style opthalmic frames and low-rise Chucks intrigues me

Joaquin does Archie so bad!!!!!!! even after he got the fucking tattoo, damn!

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: Joaquin’s eyes are so crystal clear that I don’t think they have a color of their own. he’s wearing the optional grey shirt, so they look grey; if he wore the optional navy shirt (I can’t yet tell a difference in status) they would look blue

oh god, what is that Ghoulie doing at the fucking fence? is he slicing his fingertips for fun? what the fuck, the Ghoulies are so fucking bizarre

Archie calls Joaquin “bro” which means he is fucking serious

we all need to take a moment to ourselves to truly absorb the skull of Dr. Curdle’s son, who is also a corrupt coroner (his name tag says “Dr. Curdle Jr”). of the three most alien skulls so far, this is the most take-abacking (I HAVE seen every episode and my calculations are sound)

he’s really gonna let Dilton (RIP!!!!!) have his arm hang down off the table like that, in this, his final repose? cold

the almost ironic intonation of “signs….of stress….” as he pulls the sheet down is amazingly 50’s horror movie

“Runic, I’d say.”

mmmmmmmmmm Fresh-Aid! I listened to the Jonestown tape in an episode of Last Podcast and was well disturbed!!!!!

you tell me why Jughead is using the camera he used in the pilot instead of like, his phone camera: because Jughead?

because Jughead

Places Bughead are Fucking: coroner’s Office

I want one of these L & L shirts. I would prefer the navy version with the little sleeves

excuse me but one of these Ghoulies has an absolute 2008 sidebang

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: “DON’T TOUCH HIS FACE”

Veronica’s flower sweater

BEN BUTTON

Betty’s 70’s-collared Piet Mondrian shirt is super cute, although a white-backed women’s shirt with that thin Forever 21 fabric always fucks you if you have to wear a bra

the actress who plays Evelyn Evernever is named Zoé de Grand Maison and honestly I don’t know who has the better name

DOES KEVIN STILL WANT TO LOSE HIS VIRGINITY BY HALLOWEEN

if homecoming is in September or October, the schedule should be roughly 1) Archie gets out of juvie, followed by 2) Kevin loses his virginity with Moose

Gay.: Kevin’s kiss is VERY good and quite bold! for a hallway, and Moose’s twangy hair is nice

at my high school, everyone just said “rot-see” for ROTC, so surely these hip kids wouldn’t go around saying R-R-O-T-C like that, UNREALISTIC, RIVERDALE

the extremely tall gothy Vixen is even taller than the extremely tall Ghoulie and I would like to take her to homecoming

Summer + Blair = Veronica: “You’re acting like trash, and I don’t want to get a citation.”

what the hell does student body president even do? to the extent I can even recall our student body president, whose name I believe was Lauren, I think she read the afternoon announcements

Ben WAS the kid Kevin ordered that hot dog from during the James Dean closing night! (I’m not double-checking)

Ben WAS the kid Miss Grundy was ~grooming~ when she got merked!

Ben’s mom is such a boring white mom lady that she’s wearing a denim button-down with but a single flower appliqué

YOU KNOW I LOVED THAT BLAIR WITCH TWIG BABY

Officer Henderson WAS the cop who found the “HL” briefcase at the dead Serpent’s hotel room!

I looked into what starting a chapter of the Innocence Project entails for a “couple of minutes.” I assume Veronica is going to go with option one: nonprofit organization, “independently incorporated” with “its own governing board” and fundraising, as I would doubt Riverdale has a local law school or much of a public defender’s office, you know what I’m saying?

What damn high school in America: Veronica is wearing some high-waisted black slacks and quite the polka dot top, which may in fact simply be a bustier. I imagine Principal Weatherbee has battled so many times over the years with Cheryl, who is constantly toeing the line of what a 16-year-old can legally wear, that he has since given up entirely

Jughead crawling over the back of the couch and dangling the totem baby is such a throwback to Jughead crawling over the back of the diner booth and eating the whipped cream cherry that now they are simply teasing me with the grandeur of times gone by, like an Andy Williams Christmas song thrown up on 101.9 KINK

Ethel has on some sort of wicked pin but it’s not in focus!

Betty’s top is very cute, structured

everyone has their own “Yeah, I guess” face at “Dilton Doiley [RIP!!!!!!!] has a secret bunker in the woods?”

Jughead cooly threatens Ethel with quote-unquote telling the police; this of course calls back to Jughead threatening Dilton (RIP!!!!!) in the third episode with Sheriff Keller, but let me ask you this: if Betty & Jughead DID take Ethel to the sheriff, would Sheriff Minetta give a flying fuck? doesn’t he answer directly to Hiram on all things Jughead at this point? could Betty and Jughead POSSIBLY still imagine the cops will heed anything they bring them?

Sheriff Minetta: Jughead Jones now seems to be under the impression that a band of Riverdale High juniors are in an underground RPG cult that has led to a double-suicide

Hiram: Thank God

something about Jughead’s teensy Yes’m head nod is just enough like a chivalrous bow that I have thus taken the time to note how cute it is

Day Two Juvie Coif: visibly succumbing to stress, but with dignity; starting to feather

I don’t know anything about sneakers but I like Mad Dog’s hightops

the cinematography in Archie’s cell is great. I especially like the panning around Archie when he’s not even moving, just listening to Mad Dog talking about, “The moment you set foot in here,” etc.

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: FP AND ALICE BOOOOOIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!! missing is the implied scene where Alice called FP to “get over here” so they can “talk to our kids” “together”

50 Shades of Betty: Betty tries hard to communicate with only her left eyebrow, fails

am I imagining a callback to Alice assuming Jughead was the one who railroaded Betty into looking at Jason Blossom? Alice’s stance on Jughead is too exhausting to track

Alice is certainly wearing a sheer floral peasant blouse she would NOT have worn the previous two seasons, SUSPICIOUS

Places Bughead are Not Fucking: Betty’s room

Gay?!: Archie’s incredulous delight at Reggie having helped picked out his RHS-themed sneakers; the Bulldogs are all about that #threestripelife

Veronica was rich: “FRESH KICKS”

Moose is apparently a “straight beast,” if you will

one of these Serpents is holding two playing cards, just chilling and holding two playing cards. I hope his prison name is like SNAKE EYES or THE JOKER

that Ghoulie dude is so striking and elongated, I swear to God he looks like John Travolta in Grease. that undercut, the well-oiled curls on top? can he be Josie’s fall fling?

God bless jingle-jangle: can you DROP OUT of fourth grade? doesn’t the state come for you, what the fuck?

I unironically love Archie’s plan. I fucking love it

“YOU’VE NEVER KNOWN THE EPIC HIGHS AND LOWS”—ARCHIE—YOU’RE A FUCKING SAVANT

I’m looking for other good haircuts in the background. one dude has a solid Wakanda-era Bucky Barnes and there’re slicked up curls aplenty. this juvie is like a candy box

you know this bitch loves a rack focus, especially onto prison wardens

Please protect Betty: “It’s chamomile, Betty. Calm down.”

FREAKISHLY good micromoment of Alice just like wiping away an eyelash or something

aloud, with witnesses, I said “This is like when they first held hands, am I right?” and then Betty said the “kind of reminds me of when we first started dating,” just to prove to you I HAVE seen every episode

Betty calmly checking in with Jughead re: Satan’s Reindeer

he’s most certainly Ethel on stilts (I’m very bad at predicting), but I love the Gargoyle King. he’s just the right mix of she-puts-you-in-the-corner and herky-jerky T-Rex, plus she put paint on him or whatever, in case somebody put a flashlight beam on him? Ethel fucking Muggs or whoever

love the sexy noir diner lighting and I will die loving it

Jughead eats: a toothpick

Day Three Juvie Coif: back at it, flush with victory; firm and wavy

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: I do wish Cheryl were not so permanently a good guy. I wish she wanted to be Student Body President, all of a sudden, so badly that she was trying to keep Archie in juvie so he could never reclaim his throne, like if she were Scar

Kevin’s magenta polo has a subtle wave print

I hope the RROTC is somehow rotting from the inside, like the Adventure Scouts or Aquaholics

The female gaze: Archie’s cranking out push-ups and Mad Dog is doing tricep dips to warm up, for the game and “other business,” respectively. sometimes I like to do tricep dips too, usually for forty-five seconds while I’m waiting for the microwave to reheat my Kraft Thick N’ Creamy

Archie’s “What the hell are you to him?” is maybe his most astute query into something not being right that doesn’t include his remarkable quickness on the uptake of Jughead at the end of season one (I HAVE seen every episode)

These students are legally children: what the fuck did Mad Dog do that he’s been sentenced to like 25 years in prison? he’s a minor for God’s sake. get on this, Veronica

Places Bughead are Fucking: the fucking woods

catch me hightailing it the fuck out of there when Betty and Jughead do anything that even remotely resembles opening a circular hatch to ANYTHING out in a fucking forest clearing and peering down inside. BYE BITCHES YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN!!!!!

someone in the writer’s room at even only one point said the phrase “like in True Detective” while unspooling this yarn

Fifth period is AP English: I have to take Jughead’s word for it that there’re any bunkers in any Philip K. Dick novel

I am STILL salty that the Swords & Serpents thing IS NOT THE SAME THING as THIS RPG and that it was wholly abandoned. I can’t believe we’re not doing Jughead being sucked into the RPG cult and Betty have to haul him out SIMULTANEOUSLY with her mother being sucked into the postpartum cult and having to haul HER out

“He’s also featured prominently on this copper coin.”

y’all can just buy cyanide like that, in that glass growler? it has a “reliable prescription” sticker on it, WTF?

“Drink from the correct cup and ascend to the kingdom” is definitely ripped from one of the tracks on that Avenged Sevenfold album I bought at Borders freshman year

Jughead doubts it: “OR SOMETHING EVEN MORE INSIDIOUS”

I fucking knew that Adventure Scout was gonna be under that fucking cot but it still scared the crap out of me because The Haunting of Hill House exhausted my reserves

I’m going to come out and say that I’ve never cared for Charmed and I’m not watching the reboot. however I am exceedingly ready for Sabrina

“Princess Etheline”

guys, I found the “Jailhouse Rock” dance charming, especially the implication that the boys started the game up again in the middle to like, show off for the girls. am I getting soft in my old age?

Josie’s VERY bright blue eyeshadow

Cheryl’s hair: Cheryl had to have been influenced by the trend started pre-2012 in So You Think You Can Dance wherein dancers with very long hair just leave it down

Hiram…..Archie’s in jail. what else do you want? like, he’s IN JUVIE

am I out of my fucking mind or is Hiram wearing a pin that is PSYCHOTICALLY close to being the Hydra hydra?

Archie overtaking the first few guards with those slow-mo crosses until they finally beat him down by their sheer numbers was basically a scene from Spartacus: War of the Damned

Betty’s bug print is cute while being, subconsciously, slightly unsettling; this is true for Betty as a whole

Ethel’s mustard yellow cotton cardigan has some sort of flower print on its back? COOL

I would like to extend a hearty “fuck off with that for fucking me” to whoever blocked out seizing-Ethel whipping her arm up like that with her jacked hand JUST LIKE IN HEREDITARY. FUCK OFF!, and I mean it

“Damn good coffee”: Evelyn has just the sort of niche superpower I wish I could have: to fuck with other people’s social interactions from a casual remove

Jughead is remarkably polite with 911, much calmer than with the desk nurse after Fangs got shot (I HAVE seen every episode)

(Hereditary was much better than Hill House)

Best costume bit: Monica Posh is hot

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: Kevin wants that dick SO BADLY that he has JOINED THE ARMY (or whatever)

how did Pop’s lighting manage to glide all the way over to L&L?

Day Four Juvie Coif: slept on but still truckin’

Archie can only be fucking imagining what is about to happen to him (Archie has definitely seen Fight Club, and Jughead had to explain how it was satire)

Certified pedigree: LEGENDARY SQUAD OF PARENTS!!!!!! Hermione’s getting the band back together à la It

Penelope Blossom has gone full Victorian goth in that floor-length lace Chicago black widow number

“At the mere mention of ‘blue lips,’” Jughead wrote, “a shiver frissoned around the room.”

you can tell Alice is in a hippie cult because not only is she wearing crystals but she has stopped wearing eye makeup (I could never be in this sort of cult because if I don’t smear kohl all over them I look like I have tiny eyes; I am sensitive about this)

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: the reveal of Ben in the window, bathed in the blue glow of Pop’s diner, was like, ~chills~

“You’ll fly too” is of course also It, which, FUCK OFF

NEXT WEEK: I could be very fucking wrong about this but FP has a tattoo on his left pec that may very well be of a jellybean

[angstymarshmallow]

Here - Zig x MC (Thanksgiving Fic Part 1)

[A little note: A looong time ago, when Zig first told MC about their mom and their sisters, I had an idea of him taking her home to meet them for a long thanksgiving weekend. Although I have mixed feelings about the junior, these two are still one of my otps and I really wanted to explore that now before its all gone. Will I finish it? Probably not; it mostly depends on if people like it and want to see more domestic-ish zig x mc content. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!]

[Summary: When Dia (MC) agrees to spend the long thanksgiving weekend with his family, she doesn’t know what to expect. She has never been good with families - will his be any different?]

[Word Count: 1756]

Staring.

Dia had been staring at the front porch leading up to the quaint house near the end of the quiet street for the better half of five minutes. Funny, it hadn’t felt that long until she glanced at her watch; sitting the way she did in the car and wiping her palms on ripped jeans to stop the sweating. But like staring at the bottom of a gun – time seemed to go infinitely slower inside her head.

Every bone in her body had gone rigid, stiff as if frozen by something. She couldn’t put her finger on it and it wasn’t until she tried to no avail in coaxing herself to move that she understood it was fear keeping her rooted. It was fear making her uneasy about spending her thanksgiving with the Ortega family.

The entire thanksgiving weekend.

She wanted to shudder at the thought.

Already she was having second thoughts settling in the pit of her stomach. Her trip up here had increased the apprehension a ten-fold and staring up at the house had done her no favours. She was way out of her element.

Why did she agree?

Why was saying no to Zig damn near impossible?

As it stands, it was his idea to be with them for the weekend after Dia continually dodged questions about her own family. She had nothing against it – she had never been the sentimental type, especially when it came to family. But agreeing to spend to his suggestion baffled her, until she remembered it was done during a moment of weakness; a-spur-of-the-moment decision right after Zig had spent half the night making Dia feel extremely satisfied between her legs.

He had glanced up at her seductively, licking his fingers one at a time while she watched. She remembered him kissing his way up to her neck, making her squirm with his curious fingers, before he had brought it up.

She remembered not really caring at the time - only focusing on his fingers as they touched her heat and agreeing breathlessly to keep him from stopping. Now that she was sitting inside her cart at the front of his old home, the urge to turn back her car on and reversed the hell out of here was almost too strong to ignore.

Taking separate cars was definitely the right call.

Dia clutched her hands tighter on the wheel, before letting out an aggravated curse. Who was she kidding? Meeting his mother and Sophie had been one thing –  Hartfeld had been their safety net, a neutral ground she had control over. And it had only been for a few hours, one dinner where Linda talked more than she did. But this, this was different. This was the entire Ortega clan live and in person. And for an entire weekend.  

Nothing could have prepared her for this. And she knew how important Zig’s family has always been to him. She was doing it for him and not in spite of him. She had to remind herself that loving someone meant doing things that sometimes she would rather run away from - like right now. But Zig was worth it, he was always worth it.

Yet as she tried reaching for the door handle, forcing herself to move - she froze. Her hands were shaking.

Who was she kidding ?

She wasn’t the type of girl wholesome boys brought home to their parents. No. She was the type they boasted about to their buddies from a back alley hook-up as just another conquest till quickly fading into a wistful yet distant memory. This meeting-your-whole-family-thing was beyond her – beyond anything she had ever done, even for the sake of their relationship.

There was no way this was going to go well.

She knew herself enough to realize when she should cut while ahead. She would find someway to fuck this all up –  she imagined it would be only a matter of time before something terrible would happen because of her.

I should leave.

She sagged back inside her seat. Shifting to place one hand on the steering wheel, she begun turning her key. Setting the car back into drive, she grumbled to herself. “I’m not cut out for this family bullshit.” She only hoped Zig would understand why she couldn’t stay.

The abrupt sound of her phone ringing, jolted her from outside her thoughts. She released her tight grip from the steering long enough to answer the phone.

“I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to start your car.”

“Hey babe…” She nearly dropped her phone. “Shit, wait a minute –” she frowned, “don’t tell me you’ve actually been watching this whole time? Have you?”

Despite the irritation inside her voice, she could hear him laughing. “I’m afraid so.”

“Creep.” She grumbled.

“You mean to say it’s sweet that you’re worried about me.”

The corner of her lips twitched and her shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Uh huh.”

“Anyway, I haven’t been doing it on purpose. My old room upstairs is pretty much near the front. So, I’ve got a pretty view of you from out my window.”

“Like I said, total creep.” She commented.

“Not nearly as creepy as you staring out your car in front of my house.” He whipped back.

She laughed. “Okay, you got me there.”

“I could almost feel all the tension leaving your body that time.” Zig was quiet for a moment before continuing, “You okay?”

She paused, biting back her automatic response. I’m fine had always been her way of brushing aside other people’s concern but with Zig she had never found a reason to keep it. “No,” she admitted softly. “I guess I’m just worried.” Her voice had sounded incredibly small to her own ears.

And yet, Zig never judged those quiet insecurities she had always held about herself. Instead, his tone kept its easy enthusiasm as he answered. “C’mon, this is my family we’re talking about. They’re sweet.”

Dia made no comment.

“Babe, you there?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just –” she loosened her grip on the steering wheel and ran her fingers through her hair with a heavy sigh. “I’ve never met Marie, Lucy or Mila.” She continued, steeling herself. “What if….what if, I mean to say –” she was fumbling with her words, gripping to get them out of her system before her courage left her. Talking about her feelings had always felt too vulnerable. “…what if they don’t like me?” She finished in a rush. What if they think you can do better than me?

“Babe.” She jolted at how quickly all humor had fled from his voice. “Babe, they’ll love you.” He said solemnly, “I know they will because I love you and there’s nothing that matters more to them than my happiness. You make me happy Dia.”

She released the wheel altogether and leaned her head against the seat. The next breath she took, came out in another heated rush and she was fighting not to blunder. “I – I don’t know what to say, I’m just relieved that when I fuck this up, you’ll still love me.”

He chuckled.

“No seriously,” she smiled a little, “I think it should just be plastered on my forehead.”

“I think you already come with your own warning label.” He teased.

“I must have missed that memo.”

“Besides,” he murmured as a door slammed shut. She could hear the sound of his feet against something wooden after – probably the stairs as he spoke. “The last time I spoke with mom it was right before coming up here and she couldn’t wait to see you again.”

Dia perked up a little. “…Really?”

“Really.” He mumbled reassuringly, “plus, Sophie thinks you’re cool.” He paused for a moment. “But if anyone asks, you didn’t hear that from me.”

“Who else am I going to hear it from – you dork.” Dia laughed, feeling some of her spirits lifting at his words of encouragement. He always knew what she needed to hear. How to make her feel comfortable in her own skin again - no matter the circumstances. Zig knew every way to sweep past her cool exterior and laugh – when most people couldn’t even make her smile.  “Somehow, you always know the right thing to say.” She hadn’t realized she had end them out-loud until she heard him lightly chuckle.

“You don’t make it easy,” He muttered, “but I’ve always liked a challenge. I find that the best things in life are always worth fighting for.”

“Gaah stop,” her cheeks were burning nearly red enough to be criminal once she checked them in the mirror. “You’re just too damn smooth for your own good Ortega. That’s definitely it.”

“I can’t argue with that. That is what people love about me.”

“And the ego, don’t forget that too.” Dia snorted. “Almost as big as your dick.”

He choked for a moment, sounding seemingly off-guard by her lewd comment enough for Dia to laugh as he sputtered. “I’m glad you got that out of your system before you came inside.” She could hear him fighting the urge to laugh. “There are kids here.”

“There goes all my hopes of getting you alone.” She dropped her voice again – nearly a husky whisper that had Zig catching his breath. “It’s been a lonely couple of hours without you.”

Zig muttered a curse so low that Dia thought she had misheard him until he said it again. She grinned as she cut the again. Wedging her phone between her shoulder blades, she grabbed her duffel bag from the back of the car. “I guess it’s time for me to go in and face the music, huh?”

“No need to be so dramatic. Where’s my girl that doesn’t care what anyone else thinks?” He teases light-heartedly.

“It must be the heat.”

Dia swore she could feel Zig’s smile somehow from here; washing over her – making her feel nearly normal again; like nothing would change between them despite Hartfeld being miles away. And without those familiar parameters, Dia didn’t know if she could be that girl again. She released a deep breath, throwing her duffel bag across her slim shoulder as she marched towards the door, and with each step her heart thudded a little faster inside her chest.

And then she sees him.

Zigmund Ortega, the only person she had ever fallen in-love with standing in front of her – boyish good looks and all. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as soon as their eyes met. Dressed in a familiar-looking white T-shirt and jeans that hugged his lean hips, he beckoned her closer as if thinking she was still considering bolting the moment he spotted her.

And Dia wasn’t – not anymore. With his dark eyes brightly staring back at her, she knew she made the right decision in coming here. Still gripping her phone, she walked close enough until she halted at the bottom of the house’s porch.

Neither one of them had ended their call.

“That’s my girl.” He closed the distance, meeting her at the last step. Her stomach fluttered as he entwined their fingers, giving them a comforting squeeze before dropping a kiss to her forehead. “Now c’mon, they’re all dying to see you.”

-

[misterrightscenarios]

Flowers and a Flower Boy

Minghao is done with his best friends running circles around each other, so he sets them up for a date at the most aesthetic place he can think of: a rose garden at Ilsan Lake Park.

△ 1,999 words | fluff | oneshot | college student!Mingyu | requested by: anon | flower boy date game | beta by: @regal-kleio​ & @ccarats​ (thanks for helping me brainstorm on this one bb <33)

i’m sorry this took so long my dear T-T i kind of twisted it a lil bc i got carried away with the whole park (yo it’s so pretty???) but i hope you like this! <333 (you sound adorable btw im dying). This also concludes the flower boy date game! thank you to everyone who participated and shared a lil bit of themselves for these stories!

The hour and a half train ride from Gangnam to Ilsan gave you plenty of time to curse Minghao to the pits of hell and back. He had lured you out of the comfort of your home and into the humid late-spring air with promises of a fun-filled best friend day, complete with aesthetic pictures, and food. At no point had he mentioned that Mingyu--tall, obnoxiously good-looking, Mingyu--would be joining you.

You had been none the wiser until you’d arrived at the train station, only to be met by Minghao joking around with the very man you made a point to avoid. You took note of the fact that they were both dressed to the nines--wearing button up shirts and slacks, with each of them putting their usual unique twists to their similar outfits. It made you glad Minghao had at least been kind enough to inform you that there was a dress code for the day, so you wouldn’t feel like a shlump in comparison to the two tall males.

The greetings had been awkward, as always, with you and Mingyu avoiding each other’s gazes and Minghao sighing in exasperation as he led the way to the platform, muttering under his breath.

Now the three of you were sitting in the train, your eyes glued to the window while Minghao and Mingyu chatted away. The entire time you were cursing at Minghao in your head, glaring at the dark haired boy whenever Mingyu wasn’t looking, only to be scolded by one of the other’s reproachful looks which you knew was a sign to “behave, please.”

The trip seemed to last an eternity—even with the switching of trains you still felt trapped by Mingyu’s presence.

It wasn’t that you really held any animosity towards the brown-haired boy, after all, he was kind and funny, and almost charming to a fault. But at the end of the day, he was best friend’s with Minghao, your best friend, and the last thing you wanted to was to complicate or strain their friendship.

Given that, it was easier to pretend you disliked Mingyu—to try to find flaws in all of his actions and vehemently refuse any feelings of attachment. Mingyu, on the other hand, had never done the same to you; his smiles remained kind, he still tried to include you in conversations, but it all ended in him being shot down time and time again.

You’d never bothered to ask Minghao about the situation, because you knew how highly he valued his friendships. You knew he would hold a grudge against anyone that ever dared to mess with those for him. It kept you quiet, and kept you pretending you simply had a disliking for Mingyu.

Still, try as you might, you couldn’t fully ignore him. His laughter often echoed in any space he occupied, his voice soothing in its own muted quality. It reminded you of everything warm and made you desperate to drop your pretense so that you could be the one to hear every word he spoke.

Instead you settled for listening in, keeping your face as blank as you could manage and hoping Minghao would keep him talking.

It was around midday when the three of you finally arrived at Ilsan, with Minghao still being quiet as a mouse about your destination.

It was only a short walk from the station, but you should’ve guessed where you were heading, given that Minghao had been bugging you to go for weeks now. He’d dragged you all to Ilsan Lake Park for the international flower festival, and you couldn’t but feel the excitement bubbling. Despite the fact that you were upset with Minghao, you were at least glad he hadn’t lied to you about the reasons you should come out on such a pretty day.

The three of you set out towards the grounds, with you  walking slightly ahead of the two friends to look at vendors and what their stalls had to offer. You could already hear the shutter of Minghao’s camera going off, so you were a little more mindful of the way you were holding yourself.

About half an hour later, while you grabbed some food from a vendor, Minghao started shuffling, sighing every other second. You could feel his eyes going back and forth between you and Mingyu, but you studiously ignored him, chatting away with the vendor instead.

“Oh, look, an artist!” Both you and Mingyu turned to look at Minghao, who was slowly stepping away. His mouth was twitching in a way in you knew meant he was trying to bite back laughter, and you instantly turned suspicious.

“Wait, lets get food then we can all go,” Mingyu told him, sounding a little exasperated with the other male.

Minghao grinned now, “nah, I think you two could use some...bonding time. I’ll go off on my own. I’ll meet you back at the entrance at six?” He was full on stepping back now, weaving between bodies of tourists. You stared at him in chagrin, your eyes promising payback if he really left you alone with Mingyu.

“Hao?”

“Enjoy your date!” He said, waving with one of his signature giggles, disappearing into the crowd.

You were left to gape after him, completely in disbelief that your best friend could just abandon you when, as far as he was concerned, you and Mingyu were as good as strangers.

Next to you, Mingyu seemed just as frozen, broken sounds of protest coming from him. Once you gathered enough ire, you huffed, looking at him but refusing to meet his eyes. “Let’s go find him.” Your voice was hard, and you were ready to find the Chinese boy and drag him back to Gangnam by his ear.

Mingyu’s warm hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you, and you opened your mouth to protest, but were too caught off guard by his expression. It was a mix between hesitation and hopefulness, strangely reminding you of a puppy.

“What are you doing?” You asked cautiously, looking at his hand. Mingyu dropped his hold immediately, folding his arms behind his back and pursing his lips while he found his words.

“Well...he’s not wrong. I don’t know what I did to make you dislike me, but…I don’t think the same of you. Maybe if we spent some time together, you might find I’m not that awful?” His words were chosen carefully, you could tell, but there was still an underlying tone of hope.

You sighed, glaring at the spot off to the side of Mingyu at your dilemma. You didn’t want to call yourself out, but the guilt was eating at you now. Mingyu really hadn’t done anything wrong, per say, and it did seem extremely rude to continue acting the way you had. Then again, you really didn’t want to end up liking spending time with him so much that you forgot why you weren’t allowing yourself to act on your infatuation.

In the end, your guilt won, making your shoulders droop. “Listen, it’s not that I particularly dislike you.” You started, hesitating when you saw Mingyu tilt his head in question. “I just…”

You bit back a groan of frustration and missed to yourself. “Alright, fine, let’s leave Hao to fend for himself. I hope he gets lost.” You grumbled, starting to move away from the vendor.

Mingyu laughed a little, catching up to you in a few easy strides. He seemed a little more relaxed now, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks. “He’s probably off to be a pretentious little prick,” he jabbed, but you could hear the genuine affection behind his words. It made your guard come down a little, and you couldn’t quite hide the small little laugh at his joke.

Mingyu was looking forward, but he was hiding his own smile too, it seemed.

Slowly, as you both walked along the path, you felt yourself giving in more and more into Mingyu’s soft personality, letting his laughter coax out your own and his soft brown eyes lure you into speaking in tangents.

You learned more about Mingyu than you’d ever thought you would: how he loved to take photos, how he adored his little dog, how well he got along with Minghao, and how much he’d like to have a fashion line of his own one day. In turn, you spilled just as much about yourself, letting him know of your love for art, how you also enjoyed fashion and photography.

The two of you walked off to the flower exhibitions later, your arms brushing now as you continued to question each other; it was around this time that it started to dawn on you that you were becoming helpless to your infatuation towards Mingyu, and that maybe you should start considering the possibility that Minghao left the two of you alone for that very same reason.

“Hey, stand right there,” Mingyu was pushing you gently by your shoulders towards a large arrangement of flowers, his grin wide. “A pretty backdrop for a pretty human.”

You tried to pretend your cheeks weren’t trying to compete with the color of the flowers behind you, and just allowed Mingyu to place you in front of the flower display. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, and you stepped forward with a frown.

“Shouldn’t I give you my phone instead?” You asked him, brows furrowing.

Mingyu grinned again, his eyes sparkling. “it’s okay, I want to remember this too.” He said, ducking his head for a moment and pursing his lips nervously. “Our first date.” He added, so low you almost thought you’d misheard him.

His hopeful wide eyes and tentative smile, however, told you it wasn’t your ears playing tricks on you and you could only duck your head, trying to come up with some sort of response.

“Is...is that okay?” he asked carefully, crouching a little to get your eyes to meet his, and only then straightening back up to his full height.

Your breath hitched a little, and losing yourself in the chocolate brown of his eyes and the pretty curve to his lips, you nodded your response. You swore you had never seen such a bright smile from the man in front of you for the entire time you’d known him, and you wondered if you hadn’t been as concerned with your friendship with Minghao, as you had been with the idea of Mingyu not reciprocating the interest.

The rest of the day ended up being a blur of pictures, eating food and trying to learn as much as you could about each other. At some point, Mingyu even bought you a flower crown, gently placing it atop of your head and letting you know he’d buy himself one too if it made you embarrassed to walk around with it.

(In the end, he bought one too, because you insisted that your pictures would come out much more aesthetic if you were both wearing flower crowns.)

When the sun was finally setting, the both of you ran into Minghao, whose arms were laden with bags of trinkets, and whose grin was smug when his eyes locked onto your arm tucked into Mingyu’s elbow.

“Had fun, did we?” he teased, tilting his head cockily.

You glared a little, but there was no venom behind it. Instead you were grateful to your best friend, for throwing you to the sharks this one time. “So did you, I see.” You teased back, raising an eyebrow at his bags.

Minghao shrugged, eyes sparkling even in the semi-darkness. “Yes I did. Now let’s go get food before I die.”

Both you and Mingyu shared a look, a playfully exasperated grin, and the three of you went off again, this time with your heart feeling much light than it had in the morning, all thanks to the man who looked at you as you walked and threw you a cheesy grin, and a playful wink.

[withbrighthope]

[Every New Year’s Eve I write a letter to my past self, and share a (mostly spoiler-free) look back at the previous year. This tradition invites me to deliberately seek God’s perspective and healthfully process the highs and lows of each year. I write these letters just for me and my heart, and they usually stay in my journal. But this year, I felt a prompting to share.] // To the Sarah of New Year’s Eve 2019, I know you. I know you hold so many questions in your heart.

I’d like to tell you that a year later you have more answers, but that’s not really true. What is true is that a year later, you have more peace, more rest for your soul.

We always saw 2019 as the year we dug a lot of furrows, and 2020 has been the year of developing underground roots. We can’t see them, but we trust they’re growing beneath the surface.

This year has broken a lot of hustle off of you, in all of the right ways. You’ve become a great rester, Sarah.

You have taken risks this year that were uncomfortable. You surprised yourself along the way with how readily you leaped into the freefall.

/

One area of your heart God has worked on this year is recognizing that sometimes other people will leave your story, with or without reason, but this doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you. We still don’t know or understand why, and maybe we never will. But you'll no longer need to know why to be okay. You will love those people and let them go. You will allow Jesus to carry all of the care you have for them you can’t act on anymore, and because Jesus is so faithful and good, He will keep it safe. Your heart won’t ever be wasted in Him. He’ll receive as an offering all the care you wish you could give to others. You will learn to hold godly hope for relational reconciliation in open hands.

Always remember: you are not anyone’s inability or indecision to love you.

/

This year will try your one healed heart in new ways. There will be days you wonder if you’ve misheard God, or missed your purpose. There will be days that expose such a strong feeling within you, that ‘either you’re valuable to God or you’re nothing.’

This tension will feel like a tug-of-war for a long time. And then, one day, you’ll realize it’s not only a belief in your head, but a conviction held deep within your heart; you’ll know that you know: you are valuable to God, and that’s enough. That’s everything.

/

In 2020, God will take you on a journey to realize one of the great gifts of being human is found in your feelings.

This is the year you’ll rediscover just how good it feels to laugh. You will laugh at such strange things. You will laugh at things that aren’t even objectively funny. It will catch you off-guard, but you’ll stay there in the moment and laugh until you cry, because it feels so good, and laughter is such a beautiful gift.

This is also the year the Lord will reveal most of the emotions you classify as “negative” are valuable in their own right. The Lord will ask you to sit with disappointment, so He can sit with you as Comforter, and for this reason you’ll realize disappointment, too, is a beautiful gift.

Next the Lord will show you all the times you’ve thought you controlled anger that you were really suppressing it. He’ll begin to reveal to you the mystery of holy rage. Anger is like gaining another color of emotion, and it’s going to add depth to the work God’s crafting in your life. It will even unlock the way to heal your back.

After 5.5 years of chronic back pain, you will go for a run without feeling it. You will hold tangible hope for your healing in your hands for the first time, and you’ll know that though you’re entering a journey, it won’t have to be an arduous one. That hope will make all the difference. (Would you believe me if I told you that sometimes when the sidewalk is wide open, you sprint just for fun? Freedom from pain will feel like freedom for your soul, and running will feel like flight. ((How good it feels to fly.)))

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This year is going to test so many of your muscles. You will get stronger as you go, Sarah, but it will feel like muscle strain and failure in the process.

You will feel extremely isolated at times, and even alone. One night in July you’ll wake up crying and know instinctively it’s because you "haven’t been hugged in so long.” You will pray a desperate prayer and three weeks later God will answer it by sending a complete stranger to hug you – really hug you – in the middle of a pandemic. You will feel like God Himself is hugging you, and you will know you’ve been seen.

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Spend a lot of time in nature this year, Little Heart. Get lost in the green. Climb ev’ry mountain. Stop and stare at the ocean every chance you get.

God will meet you.

This year, give and live from a generous heart. You will love the ways God uses the Body to support each other’s needs and wants this year. Being a part of it will bring you great meaning.

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This year you won't hear God's voice a ton, but the end, you’ll wrestle your way into rest. You will trust you’ll know Him when He speaks. Until then, you will practice living on principle. Whenever you don’t have a rhema instruction, you’ll go back to foundational truths. You will further develop your personal Kingdom culture, and it will become so valuable to the way you live. Holy Spirit is here, too.

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2020 will be a blessing to you in so many ways, Sarah. It won’t be easy, but its benefit will be great.

Live every moment. Stay present, even when you’d like for every aspect to look different than it does. When you feel lost or overwhelmed, quiet yourself and listen to your breath. You will find Him there. And this one day, this one moment you find yourself in is an incredible gift. This is where time touches eternity. This is where you encounter His presence, and He is everything.

He’s everything, and He’s worthy of it all.

Stay low. Stay honest. Stay in worship. Stay now. Stay in love. Stay.

You’re doing so well, Sarah. Jesus and I are so proud of you. With love, The Sarah You Are Becoming 12/31/20

[skinks]

Pure Moments i want to remember about my conversation with nothing,nowhere the other night that will be of no importance to anyone else, but where else am i gonna put them huh, it’s my blog:

he had a fractured, or maybe it was a broken ankle? he broke it running and while on bedrest watched all of stranger things in two days. they made him take his cast off at customs lmao

likes synthwave. likes kavinsky!!!

i can’t get over this but he’s smol, like 5′5′’ or 6" maybe

when he first came over and hugged me he was like “aaaah you got the hoodie!” and i told him i had my reaper shirt on too and he said “oh you’re doubled up!!” skdfkjlskdj

it was a GOOD HUG MY DUDES no one arm dealio, no sir, he came at me with his arms out and we HUGGED. i probably said “hi, oh my god”

i think i managed to stutter about how amazing the set was and how much i loved the huge drums, and he was like “oh thanks yeah, we tried to make it-” and that’s when the others came over

one of them asked where the tour was headed next and he couldn’t remember so he went RUMMAGING down the front of his multiple huge layers til he found his lanyard, peered at it, and said “…. birming-ham?????” cute™

said “harry potter is sick” and then got really excited when we told him about the studio tour in london

has cute lil pointy TEETH

im p sure he’s vegan, and he’s big into nature and outdoorsy ecofriendly living, and talked about wanting to start a kind of sustainable community. said he’s rly interested in, and wants to teach bushcraft “and like…. chopping wood” but he said it so lamely after all the passion, it was funny as fuck. someone said he should visit the isle of skye and he was like “that sounds like something from skyrim!”

he said he saw us in the crowd cause we were being… Fairly enthusiastic

said his family are really supportive; i asked if his parents like his music and he got this really shy look and nodded, then told us he went home recently and opened the door to find them playing his album and he was like “mom you’re embarrassing me”

i mentioned this in my other post but i can’t believe we like the same fucking philosopher, how goddamn wanky is that

the other girl had done her own n,n print on her shirt and he took photos and when we were on the train home she got notifications saying he liked the posts on ig…. a sweetheart…

when we were talking about other soundcloud musicians i mentioned loving his collab with yung jza and he said “oh yeah, that dude is super underrated”

he told us his old rap name in like 2006 was “average joe” lmfhgkshfsk

he went to film school, and i saw an opportunity to ask him something i’d always wondered about. on this collab album he made with a producer called oilcolor, there’s a song that uses a sample from a movie, so i said “of all the movies, i was not expecting The Vow” and he started laughing and said “that was oilcolor! he was like ‘i think this’d be tight’ and i was like ‘hmmmmmmmmmm’ and he was like ‘nah trust me, this’ll be tight’ and i was like ‘…….yeah, this is tight’”

it was rly fuckin funny how he said it. saddest emotrap boy n,n thinks the vow starring channing tatum and rachel mcadams is tight

he’s made mountain dew commercials, but now he gets to make music full time which is awesome

i asked if he listened to metal and he said sometimes he skates to older stuff, like iron maiden, and he asked what i’m into and i promptly FORGOT EVERY METAL BAND I’VE EVER HEARD and i said “uhhh, like, more modern stuff” and he went “like gojira?” and i agreed and he said something else but i couldn’t hear

he likes the movies the revenant and captain fantastic

at one point we were talking about the merch (when i bought my hoodie the merch guy asked which shirt i had and i showed him, and he was like “aw man, i’m his friend and i don’t even have that one!” lmao) and i said that i liked the shirt his merch guy was wearing, and we were all peering over at the dude when he looked up, and n,n was like “we’re just making fun of you, don’t worry” jghskdgllhgfhafd

he used to do muay thai!!! i meant to ask if he liked martial arts movies but i forgot :’( next time fer sure

told us Xclusives about upcoming music, shhh

we talked about music a ton obviously and i mentioned this soundcloud rapper collective called disaster club cause i’ve been listening to both their songs all summer and he was like “disaster club? i’m in disaster club” and i thought i misheard him so i was like “wh-what? no fuckin way!”. he said something like, he’s on the producing side but he should try and get on a track and it blew my mind a little

he’s learning the piano, we were talking about making music and i said i played it and he was like “that’s so cool! i’m trying to learn”

he was just… so open about his life, for someone whose persona surrounding the music is so anonymous and defensive, it was really wonderful. plus he was super patient about photos and other ppl coming up to our little convo

one dude came up and was like “you’re welcome back any time, any venue, small venue, my house, my bedroom……… uh- my spare bedroom” and he just laughed and thanked him the dude was actually tungle user suppressyourdemons and in fact said: “ "You're welcome back to the uk at any time, your band can stay in my bedroom (then thought that sounded sketchy) so said spare bedroom" “ sorry i misquoted you my dude, joe was appreciative regardless

shdjjfjckfjsg I forgot that at one point my new pal cammy told him that he listens to his stuff at the gym and n,n was laughing cause his stuff is Sad and totally not workout music, and I was like "so people think you're sweating but it's actually tears?" and he laughed more. I stole that joke from a post about drake but whatever, it made him laugh 

OH YEAH i didn’t realise at the time but he signed my album by underlining his name with a lil reaper scythe… cause skully/reaper motif… idk that’s super goddamn adorable to me. i’m hugging it to my chest rn because two days later i’m still an emotional wreck

he gave my pen back and was like “that is a dope fuckin pen by the way” or something to that effect, then i DROPPED IT and he went to pick it up but he had a broked up foot so i did instead

i know this is all mundane as fuck to you if you’re reading this but i don’t waNT TO FORGET ANYTHING! nothing fuckin nowhere was gonna get my pen for me cause i’m a doofus! he hugged me twice lads! fuck!!

i asked what his favourite video was to make and we joked about the hearse in skully and he was like “yeah that’s just my regular car”

we were all talking at once about our favourite songs of his and i said “bedhead always makes me cry” and he was like “aw man, bedhead? that’s old school” and he looked pleased ;u; 

said he basically wears Hiking Dad clothes all the time

he was great at listening to everything we had to say, he would look and focus on each of us, just as interested in us as we were in him and i’m so so so soosososoo happy i got to experience all of this

fhskjglsgkj while we were talking about disaster club, for some tangential reason i mentioned kpop because one of the verses in a disaster club track starts by quoting exo’s kokobop, and before the word “kpop” was barely even out of my mouth he was like “shimmy shimmy kokobop?”

nothing,nowhere, who i think by now you know means a great deal to me, quoted exo lyrics at me. there’s a reason the whole night feels like a surreal hallucination and that’s why i’m writing all of this down

i mentioned how, when he still had a tumblr i’d written a post and he’d reblogged and replied to it AND HE REMEMBERED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he was like “oh yeah, that was a long time ago!”

I KNEW IT WAS HIM WHEN THEY CAME ONSTAGE AT FIRST FOR TWO REASONS! (u gotta remember i’d never seen his face before except for his skullface in the skully video) he was wearing a misogi hoodie, who’s another great soundcloud producer, but the font was like a black metal band lmao. the second reason was his nose. a good nose

the boi’s got Incredible cheekbones. he’s cute as hell but then i’m biased

put his arm right round my shoulder for the photo so i did the same ahhhhhhhhh

i told him how, when i first started listening to his music my main thought was always “is this dude ok?!” and he told us he’s doing better and putting it all into the music and tbh it’s a relief, like. listening to his music has always been cathartic for me,but at the same time i’ve worried about whoever was behind all that pain, for him to be able to write so clearly about depression. but he’s doing well! he said so! i’m extremely glad!

we were talking about the next time he’d be back in the uk and i said hopefully i’d have an n,n tattoo by then and he laughed and said “i don’t even have one yet, and it’s my band! i need to get one”

then we were all joking about something and i said “when you get even bigger, don’t forget about us” meaning the three of us there and he was like “i won’t!”

then he thanked us so goddamn gratefully for coming and said he had to get his cast boot back on his ankle, and i know, i know i am AWARE of how juvenile this sounds but when he hugged us goodbye he hugged me first. i know i was to his immediate left, but it still left me warm and fuzzy

LIKE!!! if that’s how nice it feels to be hugged by someone you’re a fan of, someone to whom you’re, well, just a fan - hugging a s/o must be magical

i’ve hugged so many friends this year. and troy baker. AND NOTHING,NOWHERE! TWICE! 

ok bye

[divinelydivorced]

An Accidental Date with a Republican

I’m very honest in my Bumble profile when I come out and immediately say I’m Christian and vegan.  These are two things many people take issue with and I’d rather not waste anyone’s time by leaving them out.  I assumed men offered a similar respect when they mention they have kids or aren’t looking for something serious.  I’d equally assumed someone with extreme right wing ideals might make mention of that as well, until I recently found myself on a date with such a narrow-minded human being who offended me in more ways than I thought possible in such a small window of time.  The problem, I suppose, is when you believe your way of thinking is right, you don’t assume anyone else will disagree.  Censorship, in addition, goes way out the window.  So, how did I get there?  Well…to begin at the beginning…

His profile included a lot of my check list items. Religious, nature enthusiast, animal lover.  Turns out he and I have very different definitions of those adjectives.  For example, I, as an animal lover, never want to see any harm come to them, let alone be responsible for it.  Thirty minutes into our date, he was telling me how he had two pet turkeys but when one got annoying, he sold it to slaughter. When he saw my mouth-wide-open, appalled, vegan face staring back at him, he shrugged and said, “I tried warning him, but he wouldn’t shut up.”

Of course, this was around the same time he told me, “I need to pee” and demanded I produce a toilet immediately.  Annoyed with my Walgreens suggestion, he said he’d pee in an alley (ah, a nature enthusiast), and only when I insisted that public urination wasn’t an option, did he continue walking saying, “If Chicago doesn’t want you to pee in the alley, they should have more Porta Potties.” This was followed by a ten-minute monologue he performed on the erosion effects urine has on brick and mortar.  

After we found a bathroom and continued our walk towards downtown, he proceeded to play with his new tech savvy watch non-stop, which included checking his never ending incoming text messages.  He soon showed me a pic on his phone of a new “prospect,” a client sent him.  A dating prospect…blonde and adorable.  He asked my opinion, and at this point, I knew we weren’t going to be seeing one another again, so I encouraged him to give her a shot.  (Why do guys think showing us or talking to us about other women interested in them will make us more attracted to them?  IT DOES NOT.)

He then dropped a homophobic slur that blew my mind to the point I convinced myself I must have misheard him.  When, ten minutes later, he followed it up with an unbelievably racist “joke,” I stopped in my tracks.  He then began bumping my shoulder with his hand as he threw his head back and laughed, saying “Do you get it?  Come on!  You’re not laughing?  What’s the matter?”  To which I responded, “I’m not laughing because it’s not funny.  It’s incredibly offensive.”  Still laughing he said, “What?  Was it going too far?”  When I came back, quite angry, with, “You know, maybe you should try running your ‘jokes’ by people rather than your dog and turkey.    Because anyone with common decency would have told you how inappropriate that was,” he shrugged.  I guess he missed the church sermon on “love thy neighbor.”

For some dumb reason, which I can only chalk up to being dazed and confused-assuming a Punk’d hidden camera would pop out at any moment, I kept going.  After making another potty stop for him, I found the closest and fastest restaurant to eat at.  I ordered fries, shoving them in my mouth in fist fulls to expedite the process.  Not that it mattered anyway because he was so busy dominating the conversation with how wealthy he was.  “I spent $30,000 on my new pond.  I loaned my brother $400,000 for a house.”  (Why do guys think talking about how much money they have makes us more attracted to them?  Not with this girl.)  When I offered him cash for my portion (because there was no way I was going out with him again-and wasn’t going to give him anything to hold over me), he scoffed and said, “I have more money than I know what to do with.  I don’t need ten bucks for fries.”

At this point I realized this was not a joke set up by Ashton Kutcher (old school Punk’d-yeah) or my friends.  I stood up, said I was tired, and that it was time to go. I power walked us back towards my neighborhood.  “Wait-I thought we were going to hang out at Navy Pier or walk along the lake,” he said. “No.  Nope.  Not going to be doing that,” I said, walking a few steps ahead.

We continued the walk home in near absolute silence, only interrupted when we would pass a bar and he’d ask, “Want to grab a drink there?” and I’d say, “Nope.”  You may be wondering why I didn’t hop in a cab and leave him behind.  I stayed with him because there was no way I was going to take any chance he might stay in the city.  No, sir…I was going to make sure he got in his over-sized, pimped out truck and drove far, far away-back to his thirty-acre plot of land before I closed my eyes that night.

When we got to his vehicle I gave him a pat on the back and said, “Well…this was…well.  Thanks for the fries.”  He stared at me, silent and unmoving.  He continued to stare at me with wide, hopeful eyes.  I raised my hand and said, “Bye.”  He stood there, and I wasn’t leaving until he was in that truck.  “Okay…so long,” I said.  Still staring.  “So…alright then.  That’s about it I guess.”  Now backing up, watching him continue to stare.  “Yep.”  Another wave. “You should go.”  Ah, he needed specific instructions.  He lifted himself into his truck, started it, and I watched as he drove away.

The next afternoon I was stunned to get a wordless text from him, containing only a photo of his hand holding nearly wilted wild flowers.  I kept opening it, thinking there was a message there.  Not wanting to risk uncertainty, I replied and let him know things weren’t going to work out.  His response? “Yeah, I got that (“DID YOU?” – I wondered).  Can I ask why?  Is it because of my looks?”  

WHAT IS HAPPENING.  Ignorance is running rampant in this country…and it’s looking for a wife to breed with.  

[cchie]

Redd Blaze’s Big Ol’ Honkin’ Questionnaire

A. Psychology

What of the Meyers-Briggs personality types they most fit into? INFP, ENFT, et cetera…   Redd is an ESFP for sure. “The Entertainer”. Friendly, playful, enthusiastic, energetic, helpful. 

What alignment are they? Chaotic neutral, lawful evil, et cetera…   Chaotic Good. Redd isn’t super selfish so she isn’t Chaotic Neutral, and she’s not evil.

Do they have any emotional or psychological conditions? Are they aware of it? Do they try to treat it?   I’m sure Redd has ADHD and used to have anger issues. She also has depression but has been getting better about it.

Are they a pessimist or an optimist?   Optimist! She used to be a pessimist but ever since escaping her father with Ducky, she’s become a brighter person.

Are they good at handling change in their life?   She doesn’t really know how to approach it at first but eventually goes with the flow. She likes change and embraces it after the initial warm up

Does your OC tend to assume their interpretation of events and reality is correct, or do they question it? I.e., “I’m sure that’s what you said” versus “It’s possible I misheard you.”

  Oh, Redd is never wrong. She’s very certain about everythng, except for the things she’s uncertain of, in which case she will still determine something definite about it.

Is your OC confident in their reactions to life in general, or do they get embarrassed or easily shamed for it? I.e., if something startles them, do they insist it WAS scary? When they cry, do they feel like they overreacted?   Redd doesn’t get embarassed easily. She cries a lot and doesn’t think it’s an overreaction and actually believes it is a sign of strength. Redd isn’t startled easily but when she is, she’s not embarassed and rather laughs it off and thinks it was awesome.

Is your OC a martyr?   I mean, I guess? She took all of her younger brother Ducky’s beatings for him since she didn’t want him to get hurt. So in a way she did sacrifice a lot of herself for his safety.

Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others?   Oh, absolutely. Ms. Blaze doesn’t ever mean it in a manipulative or harmful way, she just does so to keep everyone happy.

Does your OC compromise easily? Too easily?   Hell no. Compromising with her is extremely difficult when it comes to the important things. When it comes to smaller stuff, it’s super easy to please her.

Does your OC put others’ needs before their own?   Yes. Absolutely. If she cares about you, she will do anything for you. She has a very fierce love. She’ll take a hit for you, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Does your OC have any addictions? If so and problematic, have they admitted it to themselves?   Redd gets high off adrenaline. She’s the SHSL Daredevil, so naturally, she would be. There have been times where Ducky has come to Redd about some of her stunts as he grew older, but he would reluctantly step off once Redd’s fierce determination shined way too bright.

Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?   Redd actually has trypophobia. It’s a fear of irregular holes, cracks, etc. It freaks her out because it reminds her of the abuse her father put her through and also, it’s just plain terrifying.

Is your character empathetic?   Yes! She doesn’t always seem it though. Once she understands the exact emotion someone is feeling, it clicks in her head.

Is your character observant?   God, not really at all. She’s too busy in her own world to pay attention to details and small unimportant things.

Does your OC have to go through their own trials to learn a lesson, or do they listen and learn from observation and lecture? I.e., does your OC listen when someone tries to tell them the importance of budgeting, or do they have to go experience what happens if you don’t budget first?   Oh, she absolutely has to go through her own trials. Really, the only person she listens to is Ducky, and sometimes Reed or December. She’s too stubborn to listen to anybody else.

What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?   Saving Ducky.

Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do?   Not really. She’s pretty confident. She’ll only get jealous over loving parents and geniuses. Even then it’s more of a wistful jeaousy rather than a malicious jealousy.

What instantly irritates them or puts them in a bad mood?   People who are mean for no reason. Abusive parents. Being told what not to do.

Are they harsh on themselves?   It depends. Physically, yes, but she can handle it. Emotionally, sometimes. But she always finds a way to deal with it.

Do they make excuses often? I mean, I answered this question earlier.

Is your OC intended to be found generally attractive? Unattractive? Average? Is there a reason why?   Generally attractive. She’s a strong, well-figured redhead. Her confidence also helps.

Does your OC place much importance on their appearance? Do they feel confident in it?   She always feels confident no matter what she’s wearing. She could be wearing a banana suit and still feel absolutely comfortable and like she’s killing it.

What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it?   Redd tries to overcome being told what to do most of the time, hence her SHSL Ability. She knows she’s incredibly stubborn and wants to work on that a bit more. She also knows that she needs to get a handle on her emotions because of things she’s done in the past.

B. Social

Do they believe you have to give respect to get it, or get respect to give it?   Redd firmly believes in giving respect to get it. If you don’t show it, why should you get it? This was ahuge factor with her father and her hatred towards him, aside from all of the abuse.

Do they get frustrated when lines at places like pharmacies, check-outs, delis, banks, et cetera, are moving slowly?   Oh, most definitely. She doesn’t complain loudly about it though because she understands that the workers are trying their hardest. She’s just frustrated with the speed of things since she’s always on the move.

Under what situations would they get angry at servers, staff, customer service, et cetera?   The only time Redd would ever get mad over someone in food service was if they were blatantly discriminating against somebody, or treating children like shit. She would also say something if she noticed a manager being particularly hard on their employees.

Do they tip well? How easily can they be moved to not leave a tip?   Tipping has always confused Redd. There’s something about a rule for 20% or something? She doesn’t know. She just gives a hefty amount since she has quite a bit of money from the stunts she does. When Ducky got older, he taught her that tips are generally given based off of the quality of service. But the thing is, Redd always thinks the quality is great and continues to tip a large amount of money.

Do they hold doors open for people?   Yeah! If she sees somebody is walking her way, she’s very polite and holds open the door. Especially if it’s older people or children. She knows how rude some people are and refuses to be like that intentionally.

Would your OC let someone ahead of them in line if your OC had a big cart and the person behind them had very few items?   Hmmm, this is hard. On one hand she woudn’t want to because in fairness, she got there first, and she’s all about speed. But I think if somebody asked her if they could go in front, she would let them.

How do they respond to babies crying in public?   She runs over to try to cheer them up by making funny faces and holding them. She tries to remember that she needs to ask the child’s parents if she can hold them and throw them up in the air, but it’s hard because she just gets so excited.

Is your OC considered funny? Do they believe they’re funny?   She is considered funny! The people who played in the campaign I created her in loved her. She thinks she’s frigging hilarious. Even if her jokes don’t make any sense.

What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…   Redd finds almost everything funny. Scare pranks crack her up but she doesn’t like the ones where the person gets genuninely upset. Slapstick can be pretty hilarious to her but, really, almost anything can crack her up.

Does your OC find any “bad” or “mean” humor funny? Do they wish they didn’t?   She hates that kind of humor. It’s not funny if somebody is getting genuinely hurt.

Your OC is running late to meeting someone: Do they let the other person know? Do they lie about why they’re late?   She doesn’t really let them know unless she remembers. She’s very forgetful. She doesn’t lie about why she’s late. Redd is very blunt and open about things. “Yeah, I was late because I was too busy sleepin’! Sorry!” 

Your OC orders something to eat and gets their order done in a pretty wrong way, something they can’t just pick off or whatnot to correct, or something major is missing. What do they do?   I mean, she’ll eat it anyways. Can’t let food go to waste. Redd will eat just about anything, she’s not a picky eater.

Do they have a large or small group of friends?   Large. She makes friends wherever she goes. She has a lot of love to give and passion to show.

Do they have people they are genuinely honest with about themselves?   As of right now, occaisonally Ducky. Sometimes she’ll initially lie about how she deals with things and Ducky sees right through it, so then she’ll open up and apologize.

Does your OC enjoy social events, such as parties, clubs, et cetera..?   YES. She loves them. She gets to make more friends, be her obnoxious self, and show off. Plus, there’s almost always free food.

Does your OC like to be the center of attention or more in the mix?   Center of attention. She doesn’t mind being more in the mix, but when se does, she accidentally makes it about herself. Her loudness is a great factor to this.

C. Morality

Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?   Redd is a very morally grey character. She’ll drink alcohol despite being underage, but she won’t do drugs because that’s bad. Redd has a very upright moral code, but once murdered a acquaintance to save her little brother, and tried to get away with it. She also beat the shit out of her father because of his incessant abuse, believing she left him for dead. Redd believes in justice and getting what you deserve. She bases her actions off of these things: will this hurt someone, do they deserve it, will I get hurt, will this affect Ducky negatively, and what would Ducky think?

Would your OC feel bad if they acted against their morals? If not, would they find a way to excuse themselves for it?   Redd felt incredily guilty about murdering December in order to save Ducky. She confessed immediately after getting caught and regretted taking an innocent life. She knows it was wrong, but would probably do it all over again if she had to.

Is it important for them to be with people (socially, intimately, whatever) whose major ideological tenets align with their own?   Not necessarily. She doesn’t mind being friends with people who are completely different form her. Really the only basis she has for being around people is that they aren’t jerks who hurt people.

Do they consider themselves superior or more important than anyone else? Lesser?   Redd thinks she’s a god reincarnated. She knows she’s dangerous, attractive, and physically superior. She doesn’t think so in a shallow way, but more in confidence. She thinks she’s the best. Because she has to.

Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?   This is tricky. But in the end, they would go out the window for her. SHe would know it isn’t right, but wants survival of the fittest.

What do they do when they see someone asking for money or food? If they ignore them, why? If they help, how so?   If she sees somebody doing this, she will immediately give them both. She always carries cash and woud go to the nearest place and buy them a meal. She knows the world can be rough.

Do they believe people change over time? If so, is it a natural process or does it take effort?   Redd believes people can change over time, but is very hesitant to believe it firsthand with people who have done wrong. She’s very hypocritical when it comes to this.

Is your OC more practical or ideal morally? I.e., do they hold people to high expectations of behavior even if it’s not realistic for the situation, or do they have a more realistic approach and adapt their morality to be more practical?   I mean, she doesn’t really give a shit. She doesn’t have too many expectations and goes with the flow.

D. Religion and Life and Death

How religious is your OC? What do they practice, if anything? If they don’t associate with any religion, what do they think of religion in general?   Redd isn’t religious. She doesn’t practice and she thinks religion is a little silly, but respects people’s beliefs and finds them pretty neat.

Do they believe in an afterlife?   She doesn’t, but she hopes it exists. It doesn’t make sense to her as a concept, but she wants to be able to continue existing somewhere, especially if her loved ones will also be there.

How comfortable are they with the idea of death?   She’s comfortable with it but doesn’t want to die until she’s ready. Redd gets sad when people she dies and she takes it hard, but she knows and understands it’s a natural thing and tries to cope via those beliefs.

Would they like to be immortal? Why, why not? If they are immortal, would they rather not be?   Redd would absolutely take that offer up. I feel like she would love to be immortal, but would only hesitate because then that meant she would have to continue to exist without her loved ones. So actually, she wouldn’t! The desire to be with her loved ones is stronger than her desire to do everything in the world there is to do.

Do they believe in ghosts? If not, why? If so, do they think they’re magical/tie into their religion, or are they scientifically plausible?   She does believe in ghosts. Everything has energy, and energy can neither be created or destroyed, so somebody’s existence has to go somewhere, right?

E. Education and Intelligence

Would you say that your OC is intelligent? In what ways? Would your OC agree?   Hahahaha, Redd is surprisingly intelligent in some aspects, but otherwise, she’s very simple, to put it plainly. She can definitely be an idiot and not understand or get a lot of things, but she’s smart in other areas.

Which of the nine types of intelligence is your OC strongest in? Weakest? (Linguistic, existential, naturalist, et cetera)   Bodily-kinesthetic is most definitely her strongest. Her weakest would probably be logical-mathematical or lingustic. She doesn’t understand math as well as she wishes she did, and she’s not great with words. Redd speaks with malapropisms.

How many languages do they speak?   A lot! Whether she gets all of the words and pronounces them correctly, is another question.

Did they enjoy school if they went to it?   Redd enjoyed Hope’s Horizon but often slept in academic classes that bored her. She was too hyper for everything else that if the class couldn’t keep her focused, she would just sleep or eat.

What’s their highest education level? Do they want to continue their education?   She eventually graduated from Hope’s Horizon, but didn’t go to college right away. She took a break for quite a few years until Ducky pushed her to attend college and get a degree. Although she wasn’t super open to it, she wanted to please Ducky. And when Ducky said, “Yeah? Well I dare you to go to college”, well, she just simply couldn’t refuse.

Do they enjoy learning? Do they actively seek out sources of self-education?   Redd loves learning about different things as long as they excite her. If they don’t, she doesn’t seek it out. If someone starts teaching her about something boring, she’ll try her best to get out of it or loudly proclaim “SNOOZEEE” if it’s a snore-fest.

Are they a good note-taker? Are they a good test-taker? Do exams make them nervous?   No, no, and yes. Taking tests has never been her strong suit and she’ll just goof around and guess.

What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?   Leaving her father alive, but also letting her emotions control her in that moment.

F. Domestic Habits, Work, and Hobbies

What sort of home do they live in now, if at all? How did they end up there?   After escaping her abusive father, Redd purchased a mansion to accomodate to her and Ducky. She ran away and looked for an abandoned house to stay at for just a day or two. Luckily, she found a giant, red mansion. She contacted the agent and bought it off.

What’s their ideal home look like? Where is it?   The home she has right now is her ideal home. It’s in a large secluded area so that her and Ducky can have some peace and quiet for once.

Could they ever live in a “tiny home”?   Nope. Redd takes up to much room and needs the space to run, move about, stretch, etc.

How clean are they overall with home upkeep?   Not very clean at all. When she remembers to clean, she tries realy hard, but it ends up still looking very messy. Her idea of cleaning is putting things into “organized” piles.

How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?   Redd can be pretty handy, but she usually is the one accidentally breaking whatever needs fixing. She’ll usually come to Piper or Ducky if something needs fixing. If neither are available, she’ll resort to Google and epically fail at the instructions and somehow create something entirely new. Or get it to work but in a very bizarre and unrecedented way.

How much do they work? What do they do? Do they enjoy it?   Redd’s full time job is as the SHSL Daredevil. She loves doing action-y things, stunts, dares, etc. It’s her life.

What’s their “dream career” or job situation?   She has it! Travelling the world, meeting people, eating good food, and doing dangerous things.

How often are they home?   As often as she can be. She likes coming home because it’s the first place that feels like home. But for the most part, she’s out and about.

Are they homebodies and enjoy being home?   Not a homebody, but does enjoy being at home. She loves spending time with Ducky and inviting friends over to her mansion to play games, work out, swim, etc.

Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?   Redd doesn’t do art! She thinks art is beautiful and music is too, but she doesn’t know how to do either of them. She’ll participate when she feels like it but gets just a little dscouraged when it doesn’t come out as great as she wanted it to.

What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation? How did they get into it? What part of it do they like the most?   Anything extreme? Redd will love. Skateboarding, shark tanks, skydiving. But she secretly likes spending time doing what Ducky likes the most.

Would they enjoy a theme park?   She would LOVE theme parks, but kicked out of some of them for reacting certain ways and trying to do dangerous things.

G. Family and Growing Up

Is your OC close to their family?   Only Ducky. Her father was a real piece of shit and her mother left when she was very young, never to be seen again. Ducky is her life. She protects him and wants to make sure he grows up normally.

Who makes up your OC’s family, at least the more important members to them?   Her and her little brother Ducky.

Does your OC find their family supportive? If not, what would be an example why not?   She finds Ducky very supportive! She relies on him a lot.

What kind of childhood did your OC have?   A very terrible one. Her father would get drunk and beat her. When Ducky was born, she had to take care of him because herfather would just drink and watch tv and go to work. When Ducky was a toddler, her father realized he had somebody else he could take his anger out on. When he first swung his fist at Ducky, Redd’s eyes widened in fear and anger and she jumped in front of Ducky, taking the hit for him. Ever since then, she made sure Ducky was never home alone with him and took every hit and blow intended for him.

Did they go through any typical phases growing up?   Not really. Redd didn’t get to have any typeof typical childhood she she grew up very differently.

Do they have any favorite childhood memories?   When she took Ducky to the movies for the first time. He was so excited and she was so happy she could treat him to it.

Do they have any childhood memories they’d rather forget or be less affected by?   LOL. Redd wishes she could forget all the times her father scarred and burned her. She has long scars and burn marks from the abuse all over her back, arms, legs, stomach, etc. Most places where people can’t see. She used to wear long sleeves and jeans so nobody would notice. Once she ran away, she started becoming more comfortable in shorts and short sleeved shirts. She wishes she could forget her father, but uses her scars and marks to remind herself of her dedication and protectiveness.

H. Romance and Intimacy

What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?   Redd is pansexual and panromantic. She’s always been sure of having all types of love but was initially confused as to why her father hated gay people. She thought it was a bad thing. She soon realized it wasn’t and came to grips with it. Redd is also polyamorous but doesn’t mind being monogamous if her partner is.

Is your OC a thoughtful partner, in whatever aspect of that you want to cover?   Yes! Redd is very thoughtful, but a bit awkward at first. She’ll always try and make sure her and her partner(s) have fun and feel loved. In the beginning she’ll forget things and events but eventually she’ll start traingin herself to set reminders.

Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right?   No! She’s polyamorous and believes that whatever feels right to the person, that’s how it is. If someone feels there’s only 1 person for them, then there is! If someone believes there are 3 people for them, then there is!

Does your OC believe in love in first sight?   She does. She loves love.

Does your OC believe in marriage (or their culture’s equivalent)?   In a way, not really. She believes in the legal advantages of marriage but doesn’t believe marriage is the be-all end-all. Although, a wedding would allow for good food, loud music, and loved ones.

Has your OC ever cheated on anyone or been cheated on?   She has never cheated on anybody and she has not ben cheated on. You better pray you don’t cheat on her.

What do they look for in partners? (Emotionally, mentally, physically..)   Someone who is fun and appreciates her for who she is. If they are cool with her, then she’s down.

What’s your OC’s idea of a perfect date?   She doesn’t really have one. She’s perfectly content with whatever they do together. But I guess if I had to say something, good food and an adventure of some kind.

What are some things that your OC finds to be an instant turn-off in potential partners?   Abusive and intentionally mean people.

I. Food

What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?   Redd loves salty and spicy foods. Creamy weirds her out a little bit, but she loves food and is willing to eat anything.

Do they have any eating requirements or preferences? Allergies, vegetarian, organic-only, religious restrictions…   Nope! Redd requires meat in every meal just because of preference but she’s not allergic to anything.

Are they vegan/vegetarian (if their overall culture/species generally aren’t)? If so, why? Do they think animal products are wrong in all circumstances?   She could never. Meat is like oxygen to her. She thinks it’s wrong but doesn’t think about it too much.

How often do they cook? Do they order out a lot?   Redd is never allowed to cook. She’s too attention defecit and forgetful and bad with directions. She orders out A LOT.

Are they a good cook?   See above.

Could they eat the same thing they enjoy over and over and not get bored of it quickly?   Absolutely. She eats steak and bacon almost every day.

J. Politics, Current Events, Environmental Aspects

Where does your OC stand most politically? What would they align with most?   Redd is more on the left side of the spectrum. 

How politically aware are they?   Redd is surprisingly politically aware. She used to pay no attention to things like that becase she didn’t think it affected her. But traveling has opened her eyes and now she is more open to it.

How politically active are they?   Redd will absolutely fight for rights and take place in marches. She’ll go to protests and be the loudest one there.

Is your OC the sort to fall for fake news? If not, do they ignore it or make a point to clarify that it’s wrong?   Ducky is her source of correct information, and Violet and Jack as well. In fact, there’s a group chat dedicaed just to Redd linking articles to them asking about teir credibility.

Are they or would they protest for a cause they’re passionate about?   Absolutely. Redd is a very passionate woman and won’t back down for what she believes in. She would have certainly marched in the Women’s March.

How do they react to people whose political viewpoints are very opposite of theirs?   Not well. She’s not very open-minded in that aspect and will get in their face about if they even show ANY sign of agression.

How much interest in environmental health do they have?   She is interested but not as interested as she could be.

In reality-based or applicable worlds, do they believe in global warming? Do they recycle?   Yes! She tries to be aware but often forgets. She does indeed believe in global warming.

L. For the Writer/Owner

How have your characters changed since you created them?   Originally, I was going to have Redd be a little more serious. But then I decided to make her this lovable ginat goofball. I really love the archetype of dangerous girls who could kill you, but have a big heart and are dorks.

What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?   My biggest themes with her are action, overcoming abuse, and love.

Did you create the character to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?   This is hilarious because me and Redd have a lot in common. Each OC of mine takes parts of myself and I create and add things to them. Redd takes my passion and what I wish I could be. She’s like an extroverted me. She has my dedication and stubbornness as well. However, she’s more blunt, more extroverted, more active, etc.

Would you hang out with your OC if you could?   PLEASE. I would love to hang out with her. She would be great.

How did you come up with your OC?   @thores came up with a tabletop RPG for a Danganronpa type game. We had to create three characters, and so Redd was the first character I came up with. I wanted to play a more physical character since most of mine reflect my on physical abilities and comforts. I decided SHSL Daredevil would be pretty cool. I then came up with her personality, found a reference picture, and built her background from there.

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Fictionless Love

Chapter 15 - ‘Holy shi---take mushrooms’

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As I started to stir, my body rejected my attempts of trying to crawl back under my covers to fall asleep once more.

Tired and frustrated, I sat up slowly and looked down to see that I was still in the same clothes from yesterday.

Guess I was too lazy to change out of them.

I shifted and moved to the edge of my bed. As I got up I was hit with a killer headache. My hand instantly went up to my forehead as I winced in pain.

Holy lord, how much did I drink last night?

Trying to move slowly, I dragged my feet to my bathroom and when I looked at the mirror I almost jumped out of fear. My hair was all in tangles and I looked like I hadn't gotten any sleep.

Terrified of my appearance, I quickly decided to take a shower. After undressing I quickly hopped in and cleaned myself of the mess I was.

I grabbed a towel and dried my body and hair, feeling lighter already. After going threw my closet and picking something comfortable and easy, I quickly got dressed and went to look at my phone.

"Hey you never texted me last night so I just wanted to check up on you? Did you have fun?" The text was from Taehyung. Wait...I don't remember much from last night. The last thing I remember was us singing Big Bang's Bang Bang Bang. What happened after that?

"I think so. I kind of drank a little too much last night so I don't remember much of it to be honest. But the parts I remember were had fun!" I texted back.

Ding.

"Who were you even with last night? Is it someone I know?"

"Yeah. It was Jin. Sorry, did I forget to tell you? We kind of...went on a date last night." I responded, probably being way too honest for my own good.

Ding.

"Oh. I didn't know that. Well it sounds like it went well despite the fact that you got hammered but I am sure he made sure you got home safe."

"He did for sure. I woke up in my own bed which I am very thankful for." I stared at what Taehyung said above. He sounds a little strange. Is he okay?

Ding.

"Good. Because if he would have done anything to you I would have beaten him up!" I laughed.

"Well thank you. Nice to know that you would beat up your own friend for me LOL."

Ding.

"Of course anything for you~" He responded, making me smile. What a goofball.

"Okay well I'll  see you in a bit for class. Sit by me?"

Ding.

"Definitely. See you in a few." I put down my phone and gathered my things. After another 20 minutes I headed out the door and headed to class.

When I walked in I was surprised to see Kyung-il no where in sight. Maybe he decided to change back to his other class?

I dismissed the thought of him and instead headed in the direction of where the boys were sitting. I sat in between Taehyung and Jimin as they had saved me a seat.

I mumbled my hellos and got my stuff out of my backpack. After getting situated, I felt a stare at the back of my head. Curious, I turned around to find Jin's eyes on me. As soon as mine locked with his, he quickly looked away, his face turning a light shade of red.

Confused, I decided to ask him about it later. I really hope I did nothing crazy last night. I can get to be a handful when I am wasted.

"Hey Hyun-Ae," Taehyung whispered, bringing my attention to him.

"Hmm?" I responded.

"Do you have time after your classes today?" He asked me. I pondered for a second, calculating in my head how much homework I had and what had to be done.

"Sure. Why? Is something wrong?" I was curious to find out why he acted like that this morning. Maybe I was just overthinking what he texted me.

"No nothing's wrong. I just...want to show you something..."He trailed off. I quickly nodded, interested.

"Okay. Can I just meet you after my last class then?"

"Definitely. I can meet you outside of your dorm."

"Perfect." I smiled at him as he gave me his signature grin.

~~

The day quickly flew by. Luckily, I was able to pay attention to my classes and I felt like I had gotten a lot done today. Although, at the back of my head the question remained - what really happened last night and why did Jin avoid my gaze?

Worried that I might have done something rash, I was determined to ask Jin about it tonight after Taehyung and I met up.

I headed back to the dorm and saw him leaning against one of the railings on the stairs, his fingers flittering away on his phone.

As I neared him, he glanced up and immediately smiled at the sight of me. He shoved his phone into his pocket as I came to stand in front of him.

"Hola~" I sang. He laughed at me. "What? I can't speak spanish?" I asked, confused as to why he was laughing at me.

"No I just found it funny." He chuckled. I laughed at him. "So are you ready?" He changed the topic as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Can I go put my bag away first? It's really heavy." He nodded.

"Okay, I will wait for you down here."

"I will be back in a few~" I called as I walked inside the building.

I headed to my room and after getting inside I placed my bag on my bed. I checked my phone to make sure that it had enough battery when my ringtone suddenly went off. Noticing that is was Jin I picked up, wondering why he was calling me.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Hyun-Ae." He said. "Do you...uh- have a minute?" He asked. He sounded nervous for some reason.

"Sure, what's up?" I asked as I sat down on my bed.

"I wanted to ask you...do you remember what happened last night?" My mind reeled, replaying the moments of last night that I remembered.

"Kind of. The last thing I remember clearly was us dancing like crazy to Bang Bang Bang. Why...Oh no...I didn't do something did I? I was hoping I didn't because I can be a lot to handle when I get wasted. Did I throw up on you? Oh lord I am so-"

"Hyun-Ae." Jin interrupted, stopping me from rambling. "You did do something...but I promise you didn't throw up on me." He chuckled. I sighed in relief.

"Oh thank heavens. So what is it then? What did I do?"

"You um...Ah I don't know how to say it..." He mumbled into the phone.

"After walking you home, you started to head up the stairs but then you turned around telling me that you had something to tell me and it couldn't wait until morning." Oh my lord. Did I... confess? "So then you came down in front of me and..."

"And what?" My voice squeaked, nervous.

"You k-kissed me." My eyes widened to ten times the size they were and I gasped. WHAT THE HELL HYUN-AE. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. I started to turn red and embarrassed at what Jin had told me. The silence between us seemed to last hours until I decided to speak up.

"I am so sorry. I was drunk and I don't know why-"

"So it didn't mean anything?" He suddenly asked, catching me off guard. My heart started pounding at the situation and I became flustered.

"Well it didn't mean nothing...it's just-"

"What did it mean then Hyun-Ae? Do you like me?" Jin asked. I remained silent, not knowing what to do or say.

"Because if not this is cruel Hyun-Ae. You know that I like you and I have been waiting for your answer as I don't want to push you but-"

"Wait Jin." I stopped him. Aish, what do I do? "It's not that. I want to tell you but...I want to tell you face to face. I can't do this over phone." I admitted.

"Then meet up with me now." My eyes widened and my heart started to beat even faster.

"But I am going-"

"Hyun-Ae!" Someone called from outside my door. "Is everything okay?" Taehyung questioned, knocking to get a reply from me.

"Just a minute!" I replied back.

"Who is that?" Jin asked.

"It's Taehyung. I told you that he wanted to show me something so I can't meet up with you now. Can we-"

"Don't go with him." He stated, making me freeze.

"Why not?" I retorted.

"Because I don't want you to." His voice suddenly became small, making me feel guilty.

"But I can't just not go with him, he is literally right outside my door. Plus he is my friend. I don't want to do that to him." I explained, hoping that Jin would realize what he is asking me to do.

"If you go, I won't forgive you." What?

"This is crazy Jin. Why can't I go with-"

"Because he is going to confess to you." I stopped, hoping that I had misheard what he just said.

"W-What?" I stuttered, not able to hide my confusion.

"He likes you Hyun-Ae. I can see it in the way he looks at you. That is why I don't want you to go." He said, sounding defeated.

"B-But-" I started and trailed off. "M-Maybe it isn't that. Maybe he-"

"I promise you that is what it is Hyun-Ae. If you don't believe me then go with him. But if you do, then tell me you will stay in your dorm tonight."

"Hyun-Ae? Are you sure everything is okay?" Taehyung yelled out again, probably curious as to what was taking me so long.

Lost at what to do, I decided to stick to my word to Taehyung, no matter what happened next.

"Jin. I am going to go with him." I stated, more confidently than I sounded before. "I know you might not forgive me but I don't believe you. That can't be it. Plus, I told him I would go with him." I asked. When he didn't answer I continued.

"Just trust me okay? I will see you tomorrow and tell you everything. No more misdirection and only the truth. I promise." Knowing that I had upset him, I was surprised when he hadn't hang up yet.

"Okay. I trust you. I will see you in class." He responded and hung up before I could respond back. I removed my phone from next to my ear and placed it in front of me staring at the screen.

"Hyun-Ae, if you don't-" Before he kicked the door down, I opened it to see him standing in front of me, looking extremely worried.

"Sorry I took so long." I apologized, rubbing the back of my head. "I had to answer a call."

"It's okay." He sighed, looking less concerned than before. "I was just worried when you didn't answer back." He said giving me a small smile.

"Sorry." I whispered, more nervous to be alone with him than before.

"Shall we go?" He asked, motioning to the stairs.

"U-Uh," I responded, my hands grasping around my phone tightly as I hugged it to my chest. He isn't going to confess to you Hyun-Ae. Jin was just paranoid. Think nothing of it and return to normal or else he is going to think something is up. I closed the door behind me and stuck the key into my pocket.

We walked down the stairs and outside of the building, silence overcoming the atmosphere between us.

"So..." I started feeling uncomfortable. "What did you need to show me?" I asked. His goofy grin returned making me relax a little.

"You will see." He said, facing me. I nodded as I walked beside him. Could this be more awkward?

~~

After a couple minutes we had arrived at the park at the end of the campus. Curious as to what he had to show me I thought we had arrived when he suddenly went toward a row of bushes.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused as to what in earth could be over there.

"Ah come on, just follow me!" He said, motioning me after. I cautiously followed him inside the bush. He lead me through, making sure that I wouldn't get hit by anything when we suddenly appeared to a small secluded area surrounded by trees. There was a small empty spot of grass right in front of the lake and in the middle was a misshapen rock that appeared big enough for 5 people to sit on.

I was in awe. This place existed this whole time?

"Amazing huh?" He said, looking at me. I nodded as I looked around, taking in the place around me. Distracted by it all, I - of course - tripped over something falling to the ground. I expected to hit the ground as I closed my eyes when I felt arms wrap around me instead.

I slowly opened one eye to see that my face was buried in Taehyung's chest. My eyes widened for the fiftieth time today and I became embarrassed at how close we were. He laughed and I could feel it as his chest moved up and down, making my face heat up.

"You need to watch where you are walking!" He teased, still holding onto me.

"S-Sorry," I stuttered. He let go of me and grabbed me by the shoulders, staring right into my eyes.

"Pabo." He said as he ruffled my hair with his hand, making my heart explode. I glanced back up to see him smiling down at me and that did not help me calm down anymore.

When he let go of my shoulders, it took everything I had to stand upright. What the hell was that? And you heart - you need to calm down! Don't get all worked up because of what Jin said.

I breathed in and out, trying to calm myself down when Taehyung suddenly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me with him. He dragged me over to the rock in the center of the grassy area and sat us both down.

My shoulder brushed against his, making me flustered at how close we were.

"Hyun-Ae?"

"U-Uh."

"This is what I wanted to show you. I stumbled upon this area a couple months ago and whenever I feel frustrated or sad I come here and stare at the lake, letting my mind wander." I listened closely to what he was saying, understanding how this place would be peaceful.

"I haven't shown this place to anyone else before. But I really wanted to show you." He said. I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. I am the only other one who has seen this place?

"Well I feel honored." I said, trying to hid my embarrassment as best as I could. "But are you sure you didn't bring me here to kill me? Because this would be a good place to do so." I said, lightening up the atmosphere. He laughed at my response.

"No,no. There will be no murders here tonight, or ever I hope." I smiled at his words. "But I did bring you here for a reason. I brought you here because I want to tell you something." He whispered. I glanced over at him to see him staring over at me, his face glistening from the moonlight.

"W-what?" My heart started to pick up pace as he suddenly got up from beside me and stuck both of his hands out in front of me. I hesitantly grabbed them. He pulled me up in front of him and when I thought he would let go of my hands, he only squeezed them and gripped them tighter than before.

"Don't freak out okay?" He asked, smiling down at me. I tried my best to meet his eyes as he spoke but every time I looked up I became embarrassed at the way he was looking at me. He took a deep breath before he spoke.

"I like you Hyun-Ae." Holy shi---take mushrooms.

"I don't know when it happened but I started to like you shortly after we all met you. It probably didn't help when I slept in your bed... twice. And to be honest, I lied about having to sleep next to someone in order to fall asleep. The night after I broke up with my girlfriend, I only said it because I wanted to be next to you. I was touched by how kind you were towards someone that you barely knew and I think that started it all. So despite my attempts to not fall for you, especially after learning Suga also had feelings for you, I couldn't stop what had already been done. I like you Hyun-Ae." He continuously squeezed my hands as he spoke, leaving me speechless. All this time...he liked me? What the hell is this, Hyun-Ae's harem?

"I also know that you like Jin."

"W-What-"

"I know, trust me. So, I just wanted to tell you this. I wanted to get it off my chest. I am not expecting anything back from you. I want to continue to be by your side, even if only as a friend." He then let go of my hands as I stared at him. He put his hands in his pocket and gave me a smile. Just when I thought my heart was exploding for the night, he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. My face immediately turned red against my will.

"I know this is a lot to take in but I am going to leave you be for a bit. Just stay here okay?" He said. I nodded still lost and confused at what had just taken place. I sat back down on the rock, staring off into space. Just when I thought Taehyung walked away, I felt something wrap around my shoulders. I looked down to see that it was the jacket that Taehyung was wearing. I glanced back to see him standing behind me.

"Just in case you get cold. See you tomorrow." In awe, I watched him walk away and back through the way we came. I snuggled into his jacket as I was in fact really cold. I sighed, emotionally exhausted from him and looked out at the lake to try to rake my brain through what had just happened.

Well...shit.

~~~

(A/N): Hyun-Ae's got some deciding to do! First Suga and now Taehyung? WHO'S NEXT? LOL just kidding...

What will happen next? Will Hyun-Ae continue her plan to confess to Jin or will she be too caught up by what Taehyung just told her?

I guess we will have to find out... XD