#ughh forever bitter

[hyperactivewhore]

People who actually think Tyler cheated on Caroline with Hayley drive me insane.

It's 2024, people. Hayley was the only one clearly interested, Tyler looked uncomfortable as hell anytime she flirted with him and she was the one who didn't understand boundaries. Tyler adored Caroline, and Caroline adored him, until Hayley and Klaus ruined their relationship.

Like, I'm pretty sure Klaus was the one who slept with Hayley, the girl he thought Tyler had been unfaithful with on the girl he was currently in love with.

[wishing-on-a-staranise]

You, Me, Lonely.

(s.h. x reader)

from the river to the sea (educate yourself and help however you can)

Summary: you love Steve, Steve loves you. But maybe you both want different things from life.

Warnings/tags: reader menstruates (reader has uterus), abandonment issues, the ‘six nuggets’ talk, suggestive

Word count: 3.4k

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a/n: huge huge huge thanks to @procrastinationprincesses for helping me out with this fic and giving it an ending (ur amazing sanjana <3)

writing and posting something because i might have to go MIA for a lil bit (miss me while I'm gone will ya?)

fic is inspired by ‘You, Me, Lonely’ by FIZZ i absolutely love this song like its so close to my heart ughh what can i say I'm a little bitter about the six nuggets scene 

also if you couldn't tell already I have major abandonment issues and an anxious avoidant attachment style. It will reflect in what i write soz :(

In the quiet of the night, you wish for this to last forever. That you'll have him forever.

When you came out of the shower you found him asleep on his side of the bed. His side– the one closer to the door. ‘so I can protect you from anyone who'll try to steal you from me’, he had justified it when you asked him why he was adamant on that side.

you had turned off the bedside lamp ten minutes ago, slipped under the duvet, as quietly as possible so as to not wake him up. on your side of his bed. your bed.

He always sleeps on his stomach, one hand under his pillow and the other extended a little towards yours. His body moves with steady and slow breaths, back rising and falling under the covers, head peeking out from under the rumpled up duvet. his cheeks are squished against the pillow cover. His hair is a mess from the lack of hair product, and still damp from the shower he took before you. There's a few strands of his brown hair sprawled across his forehead too. With your softest touch you brush them away from his eyes.

You wonder what he was dreaming. you hope it was something nice. He looks calm, at peace, and very, very pretty.

You look at him and you know you love him. You want to love him forever.

Love had never seemed like the type of thing you’ll get– like it wasn't meant for you. But then you met him. This boy. This boy who you never thought to be your type. You never thought you even had a type. But his boyish charm and stupid grin won you over.

Your heart doesn't skip beats around him anymore, and you’d think that that means he doesn’t have that same effect on you anymore but that would be wrong. You don’t think you’ve ever loved anyone as much as you do to him. You don’t look at him and get butterflies in your stomach, you look at him and… you’re sure. your heart is quiet and sure. You don't think you’ve ever been sure before.

You want to be sure forever.

He feels like the comfortable still of rain after a scorching hot summer, like the calm and cold breeze that cools you down. Like standing at the top of the mountain, looking at the clouds and valleys below, he feels like the crisp air that fills your lungs. Like the comfort meal your mom makes– the one you can never really recreate, the one that tastes the best when it comes from her. 

You love him and you know. You know. You know he likes you, loves you even. 

Steve Harrington loves you like a dream, and you're worried that one day he’ll wake up, look at you and realise that he deserves so much better. He’ll wake up and he’ll leave for work and he’ll bump into a pretty angel of a girl with a disposition as bright as his. And he’ll never return. people fall out of love. People fall out of love all the time.

You wish for him to love you forever.

How long is a forever anyway?

You wonder what it'll be like. When you're older, with wrinkles, white hair and weaker limbs. 

It's like you see it.

You and him in a bed– just like now but older, wiser, more tired. His back turned to you. There'd be distance between you two, you’d want to move closer and hold him– but you wouldn't. You’d just stare at the back of his head, counting all the grey hairs you’d memorised like all the moles and wrinkles on his skin.

You’d notice his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest and you would have known him so long and so well that you'd just know that he wasn't actually asleep. you'd know why he wasn't asleep.

there'd be a pain in your chest. You would know what it is, why its there. You would gulp and try not to think about it.

“Do you always stare at me in my sleep?” his groggy voice pulls you out of your own head.

You blink, multiple times. Forever, right.

He softly smiles up at you. You blink away before moving to lay on your back, the sheets rustling with your movement. “sorry I woke you up”, you mumble an apology, staring at the ceiling, you fail to hide the shake in your voice.

“Y’kay?” 

“Yeah.” the sheets beside you ruffle but you keep your eyes trained on the ceiling. it seems inevitable. You know, one day it'll happen and despite having expected it, it’ll be the greatest heartbreak of them all. 

“Thinking ‘bout somethin’?” he sounds a bit more awake.

���When am I not?” you shake your head and laugh hoping he doesn't notice that it isn't real, thankful that the curtains didn't let in any moonlight and that you had turned off the lights.

“What is it?” but this is Steve, he doesn’t need to see you to know how you’re feeling.

“Nothing.”

“Were you lying about liking the pasta I made?”

“No, Steve it was good”, a real laugh slips out of you, and you finally look at him. He’s leaning on his elbow, the messy head of hair in his hand, looking down at you. You suddenly wish it wasn’t so dark so you could see the colour of his eyes, the moles and freckles on his skin.

“Then what?”

“Nothing.” your gaze moves back to the ceiling.

“Must be something if it's keeping you up”, you feel him shift closer to you. He smells of fresh shower, mint, shaving cream and washed laundry. 

“No, I'm just….  not sleepy.”

“Yeah?”, he raises his eyebrows with a sly smirk, “Well, I know a way to make you sleepy”, he leans down– both arms caging you in, landing a kiss on your neck before trailing further up to your lips. and its lovely, so god damn lovely, you don't want it to stop but this hurts.

“Ste– mmph– Steve stop”, you turn your face away, because if he keeps going, you think you'll cry, palm pushing flat against his bare chest, “I’m– I'm not in the mood.”

“Okay, I'm sorry”, he moves back onto his one elbow. The silence gestates for a while, you can feel his eyes on you. The ticking of the clock is the only thing heard through the room before he softly says, “Hey, please tell me what's happening?”

“Nothing”, you shook your head, “I’m just tired.”

“You just said you're not sleepy.”

“J– just go back to sleep okay? sorry for waking you up”, you turn onto your side, face away from him. 

He sidles up behind you after a second or two, warm breath across the back of your neck, you squeeze your eyes shut. “yeah, like that's gonna put me to sleep", he mutters behind you.

His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in closer, “C'mon, you know I wont be able to sleep after fighting”, burying his nose in your hair– he sighed.

“Did you just sniff my hair?”

“Yeah, I do all the time. smells s’good."

"You pervert", you both laugh lightly at that, your hand going for his around your waist, before your smiles fall and silence takes over once again. 

You lick your drying lips, you forgot to put on lip balm again, “We’re not fighting, Steve.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You take in a deep breath in, fingers drawing patterns on the back of his hand, you breath out, “m’sorry.”

His arms squeeze tighter around you, he lets out a quick sigh before placing a kiss on your shoulder, “I’ll forgive you if you tell me what’s going on with you.”

“Steve…”, your voice trails off, you're not even sure what you were going to say.

“Is it— Is it your…. Uh, that time of the month?”

That makes you want to roll your eyes at him and smack his chest but you restrain yourself, you’re not sure if you want him to see your eyes right now anyway. Instead, you sigh,  “I had it last week, Steve.”

You got it in this very same bed. Awoken by cramps in the middle of the night. and Steve, your lovely Steve had given you a hot water bag while he took off the sheets and put on fresh new ones and then gave you a soft massage that put you to sleep.

“right... yeah, sorry," he says all sheepish, “So what is it then? Did someone say somethin’ at work?”

“No.”

“Did I.. " he hesitated a little, "did I say something?”

“...no”, you curse yourself for pausing before saying it.

“I did, didn't I?”

“No, no. you–”

“honey, you should tell me if I ever say stupid shit– you should call me out immediately–”

“You didn't say anything stupid or whatever. I'm the one who's being stupid.”

his hold on you loosened, he shifted back to give you space to turn around, “What did I say? Hey, look at me,” you finally turn in his hold, facing him “what did I say?”

“We’d have the cutest little kids, won't we?”

“..what?” You stood infront of the kitchen sink. your hands stopped their scrubbing at the pot you were washing. You tilted your head towards him who had his head rested on your shoulder, his arms around your waist.

“Little Harringtons”, you could hear the smile on his lips.

“Harringtons?”

“Or maybe we get our names hyphenated. That works too, it’d be cute”, his hands hold your waist, his duty of drying the plates abandoned. “They’d have my fabulous hair, and your pretty, pretty eyes– cutest kids around the block”

“Our kids?” you repeated dumbly.

“Yeah, and six of ‘em. six little nuggets. They’ll make up half of a football team”, he giggled, warm air hitting the side of your face, “Doesn’t that sound lovely?” he smiled at you.

“...yeah. Yeah, it does.” you smiled back at him which only made him grin wider. His arms tighten around you again, and lips start a trail from behind your ears to down your neck.

You scoffed softly "You’re supposed to help me wash dishes you filthy animal." 

“Oh, fine,” he gave you an over dramatic sigh, before his hands left your sides, skin feeling lonely as ever.

“No, it's fine. I’m almost done anyway", you went back to scrubbing at the bottom of the pot, "Just go and take a shower, you reek.”

“Alright, fine, I’ll go!” he groaned, playfully as a kid, before he leaned against the counter, looking at you with his ‘Harrington charm’. His voice is silky when he asks, “Will you join me?”

“Steve." you said it almost as a warning.

“I don’t hear a no.”

“Okay then, no.”

“Tomorrow morning…?”

“I have an early shift tomorrow, you horndog.”

“We'll make it work.”

“No.”

“Okay", he sighs, “come up quickly though, I wanna be the big spoon today”, pecking your cheek before leaving for the shower upstairs.

Looking at him, you brush the now mostly dry hair falling on his forehead, tucking it behind his ear. Your fingers lingered there, you smile, “nothing, Steve.”  your thumb rubs back and forth on the apple of his cheeks. “You didn’t say anything. it's stupid.”

His hand reaches up to hold your fingers in place, he turns his head a little to kiss your knuckles, “okay, I didn't say anything” he kisses your knuckles again, gaze stuck to your face, “but could you tell me what it is you think you’re being stupid about?”

God, I love him, you think. “Don't worry about it”, your voice barely a whisper as you attempt to give him a smile. You move closer, planting a slow kiss on his lips which are so much softer than yours– he never forgets his chapstick.

And god, you needed this, your brain stops when you kiss him. thoughts quelled and its quiet again. After some time though, your throat starts to burn and your chest is on the verge of a sob. So, when you pull away, you fail to hide the stuttered breath that you take in.

Steve knew there was something to worry about, but when he hears your breath that almost sounds like a sob, he’s immediately on high alert. Before he can brush your hair out of your face to look at you, really look at you, you bury your face in his chest.

It takes him a second to realize that you’re crying and it breaks his heart because you’re trying to hide it.

“Baby..” he feels you curl in further, your face warm against his skin. He moves to pull you in closer, palm holding the back of your head. He just wanted to take away whatever it was that was bothering you. He tried to pull away to get a look at your face to help you calm down but you wouldn't let him. He settles on carding his fingers through your hair, rubbing circles on the little sliver of exposed skin between your t-shirt and shorts, hoping it gives you some sort of comfort.

"Honey", it is then that you finally let in a shaky breath. he feels the skin where you hid your face get wet maybe with tears, sweat, snot, he didn't care-- he just wanted to take all your pain away.

You both stay that way, and you're suprised by how much you sob, how hard you heave. You weren't sure how long you stayed that way, maybe minutes, maybe hours, however long. It feels like forever.

At this moment, encased in Steve's arms, breath hot against his skin, despite the nose plugged with snot, lashes clumped with tears, eyes squinted shut, you think this is comfortable. Yet it hurts. Because you'll have to pull away. It hurts so damn much because you know how this can go, you know it can hurt so, so much more. You know it will hurt.

You want this to last forever, however fucking long one of those is.

So, you hold on longer because, you’re selfish with your love for Steve. You're selfish because despite the heartache, you’ll have him, for as long as you can.

His hold on you gentle yet firm, as if afraid he'd break you. In your head, he already had. He tries to pull away again, to look at you but you can't. Your eyes still squinted close, willing it all to be a stupid dream. “Honey, I promise you whatever it is, you can tell me”, he says, voice soft as feather. Of course it's not a dream.

Your tongue betrays you, “Its…s–” stupid. Silly. It really doesn't feel stupid or silly, but god, you're so scared that you can't say it, you didn't want to say it because if you do it’ll come true, wont it?

“Whatever it is that you think is stupid," he assured you as if he could read your mind, "I still want to hear it because I know I won't think it's stupid."

suddenly it burns, and you need air. you sit up and try not to think about how ridiculously not pretty you probably look with snot running down your face, “What if- what if we- we end up hating each other?” you manage to say through hiccups.

“What?” he sits up as well, he says as if you had said the most ridiculous thing, “I'll never hate you, honey.”

For some reason, tears fill your eyes again at that, “Steve, you don’t know that.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“No. Ste– people fall out of love, Steve- all the- all the time.” It terrifies him how convinced you sound of it.

“Do..... do you think you’ll fall out of love with me?”

The question startles you, its evident in your wide eyes, “Wha– what?”

“Do you think… you’ll fall out of love with me?" he repeats, "You think you’ll hate me?”

You shake your head, the tear that had been sitting on your lower lash finally slides down your already tear-stained cheek.

“Good." he wipes the wet trails left behind with his thumb, "then, why would I hate you?”

Your face twists into an expression that Steve wasn't sure what to describe it as. a deep frown on your lips, chin wobbly, brows scrunched up together, eyes red and tired yet nostrils flared. “‘Cause", you start but before you could continue another sob leaves you. you look down at your lap, trying to catch your breath. it takes you a minute before you begin again, "do you remember.... what you said about our kids?”

He nods, heart clenching at the way your voice breaks, “I don't think I can… do that”, he doesn't think he's ever heard you sound so broken. “I– I don't think if I– if I want that.”

He sits silent and you think this is it. maybe forevers aren't that long after all.

More tears fall, more sobs leave you, you don't bother to wipe them. What's it matter anyway? He hates you already. He's probably thinking of a way to let you down easily because he is kind like that “Honey.. I want a family..” you feel your heart ripping in two and you just can't look at him.

“And I want you to be a part of that family. I– I want you to be the person I built a family with, no matter the size." He wipes at both your cheeks again, making you look at him, "even if its just us.”

The relieved smile he expected from you isn't there, instead, you frown, the crease between your brows deepens. the part that hurt the most was that you push his hands away, “you’re saying that now, but what happens when years down the line, when we’re old, you– you end up resenting me. Y- you love me right now, I know. But how do you know you wont end up hating me like, ten years later?”

“I dont want to watch you grow old and hate me and then leave me, Steve. I’d rather end this now if we’re destined to just end up unhappy together.”

“We’re not. Okay? We’re not. I know I wont hate you, ever.” He reaches for your hands again. He kisses your fingers before continuing, “And I know that I want you, just you and whatever that– that that comes with. We could never have kids and I would never hate you for it.”

“You won't be happy", you say meekly, like he'd be mad at you for speaking what was on your mind to him, “You wont hate me but you wont be happy either”, you muttered, chin ducked into your chest.

“Honey”, he hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your head to make you look at him, to make you understand. “you’re what I need to be happy. You make me happy. And.. I’d hope you need me to be happy too”, a wet chuckle escapes you at that. A hint of a smile on your face despite the tears.

“You do, don’t you?” he clarified with a soft smile of himself.

You nod, "yeah", letting out a loud sniffle.

“Good. I know its scary but you’ve gotta put your trust in me. Trust me enough to believe in me when I say that you are what makes me happy. and I am happy."

He wipes away gently at your face, ridding it of the tear stains, “Sometimes, you’ve just gotta trust. I promise I’ll never break it.” 

You sob again but it's lighter than before, you wrap your arms around his neck and feel the weight you felt get lifted, you sniffle into the crook of his neck, "thank you."

You feel his lips on your hairline, "Let's go back to sleep, yeah?"

"Yeah. You still wanna be the big spoon?"

"yeah, I think you need to be the little spoon today." he pulls you down with him, your back to his chest, kissing the skin behind your ear he finally settles in beside you.

You call out his name, he hums in response. "how long do you think a forever is?"

"I don't know, honey."

"Can we stay like this forever?"

"Um.. if you mean us staying forever then yes, definitely forever. But, if you meant me being the big spoon forever, baby, I'm not sure if I'll be able to commit to that."

You laugh, "I love you." you confess.

"I love you too."

[pigcowboys]

part 3 where percy confesses plss😭

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

summary: percy finally explains the reason he's been acting so weird.

warning(s): awkward conversations, mutual pining (pls they're very slow..), cursing, love confessions, kisses.

a/n: UGHH THIS TOOK FOREVER IM SO SORRY. tysm for all the notes on both parts !! :) i finally managed to pop out the final part even if it took a minute.. truly trying my best to clear up all the requests in my inbox, just give me a minute!!

part 1 part 2

school was slow - as always.

you watched out the window intently, trying your best to tune out the teacher's nonsensical chatting as you focused on the small robin that was seated outside on the arm of a tree.

you were so bored you were watching a bird.

seriously, school had to be some kind of legal torture method.

the bird flapped around like he was looking for something, tweeting eagerly when he seemed to get his hands onto a random stick.

hmm..must've been building a nest.

he rushed forward to place it, the twig dropping from his mouth as he hopped around, trying to find it almost nervously.

you watched with amused eyes, bracing your head in the palm of your hand as your mind started to wander. school was back in session and because of that, you had made the crushing decision to leave camp half-blood in order to pursue an education.

of course, as per request of your mother. she cared about you - a bit too much you'd guessed because for whatever reason she'd decided to put you in a school that was so strict they cut down on students if their shoelaces were so much as a tad bit too eye-catching.

you tore your eyes away from the bird to focus on your teacher who was still very much into the lesson she was teaching.

only a few more minutes till class had ended - you just had to hang in there..

“and so..” the loud ring of the bell cut your teacher off, simultaneously alerting your body to make the swift action to pull your backpack into your lap, sweeping all your things inside as you hauled yourself up, rushing out the classroom door.

one more day here and you might just throw yourself out the window, you thought.

your scruffy shoes dragged against the polished and shiny marble floor of the hallway as you pushed past the sea of people that were flooding out of each classroom.

you didn't hate this school - well, it was the only school you hadn't accidentally destroyed so, there was no room to complain. it wasn't any camp half-blood though, as bitter as you were about being a demi-god, you still missed being in a community where you all had at least one thing to relate to.

at this school you'd be lucky to find a person who had the same music taste as you..

you pushed past the last person, stomping down the stairs as you spotted a figure in the distance standing just a few ways near the front entrance of your school. you quirked an eyebrow at the fellow, a smile pulling onto your lips as you approached the person closer.

“so, are you stalking me now?” you asked, slightly amused.

percy smiled back at you. “yeah, sure, you wish.”

you pulled him into a gentle hug despite the emotions inside of you being anything but things of that nature, pulling away to exhale dramatically. “gods, if i stay one more second here i might end up maiming my english teacher.”

"between me and you, i can't tell who has a worse school - i got like, 6 pages of math homework today."

you stifled a laugh, causing percy's face to shift to one of unamusement. “thanks for that, makes my life seem a lot less horrible.”

percy stared right ahead at you, expression not changing.

you'd be a goddamned liar if you said you hadn't thought about percy every second you spent away from camp half-blood. i mean, how could you not? this summer was so..weird.. for no reason too. not that you hated it - it was amazing! suuper fun. well, spending like 4 days in the infirmary wasn't very fun but - you digress.

you hadn't seen percy or honestly, really anyone for a few months since summer ended. despite all the phone calls and texting, you'd never had the pleasure of seeing him in real life. you were both so busy too the idea of planning a hangout was completely out of picture.

it was until now, at least.

so, seeing percy jackson parked outside of your school on his beaten blue bike with slightly rusty handle bars on this random autumn afternoon was not apart of your plan. in fact, you were thinking of passing out when you got home and sleeping like a log.

he looked the same, for the most part except his hair was a bit more grown out now, bangs slightly overgrown on his face. you were sure he hadn't gotten a proper haircut in a minute or two. he looked more mature now too - to you at least. his shoulder were broader and his awkward voice that cracked unexpectedly was replaced a more..raspy and warm voice that tickled your ears whenever he spoke.

“what're you doing here?” you asked, offering him a confused smile. he tucked his hand into his pocket

“i wanted to take you out,” he replied, avoiding eye contact.

you eyed him curiously, grabbing the straps of your backpack. “like...on a date?” you joked.

“do you want it to be?”

you paused, slightly stunned by his newfound confidence. a smile unknowingly made it’s way onto your face as you snorted, pushing him playfully as you hid your burning face.

“are we riding over?”

percy smiled, hopping onto the bike as he slid his helmet onto his head. he scooted over to make space for you. “if you're not too scared..”

you smiled back at him, laughing as you threw your bag into the small basket in front of the bike, plopping down behind him. you hesitated to wrap your arms around him, goosebumps growing on your upper arm as you braced against his back.

“you alright back there?”

“mhm..” you mumbled out. “let's go.”

"how'd you get the money to pay for all this stuff?"

you tried your best to keep as much good inside your mouth as you could as you and percy walked side by side. you hadn’t had a proper unhealthy meal in weeks — all thanks to your mom’s newfound obsession with kale and all things vegetarian.

“saved up,” he replied nonchalantly. “nothing too important.” you hummed in response as you tended to the oversized slushee cup that was clutched in your right hand.

“so, what’s the real reason you decided to come find me?” you asked suddenly, catching Percy off guard.

“you’re not a very good listener.”

“and you’re not a good liar,” you quipped, a suspicious look on yo ur face. “why’d you suddenly decide you wanted to hang out?” you didn’t mind that percy had came to visit you — really. it’s just, you two didn’t live near each other at all.

so, for him to suddenly appear outside of your school on a whim seemed too peculiar to just be as simple as “wanting to hang”. percy analyzed you silently before shrugging. “well..i guess I just missed you then?”

you offered him a teasing smile. “is that so?”

“so.”

you laughed to cover up the hard pattering of your heart as your stomach fluttered. was Percy..flirting with you? like..flirting, flirting. you sneaked a glance at him as you continued to work on your slush, jumping when you felt Percy’s hand interlock with yours.

he didn’t look at you, only continued to walk at a neutral pace beside you. moments like these made you question your status with him, like isn’t it slightly weird for friends to be walking hand and hand down the street? is that..normal? well, it is for you two.

“where are we going?”

percy glanced at you. “somewhere..”

you quirked an eyebrow at him. you trusted his judgement — of course but it was starting to get late, that sentiment being heightened by the dimmer sky and the fact you were starting to see more and more street lights power off.

your mother was sure to worry about where you were in a few hours. just what did Percy have to show you? your head was telling you to leave and catch a bus home while the rest of your body told you to shut up and go wherever this sea eyed boy led you.

“just through here, okay?” percy reassured as he stepped to the side, allowing you to go ahead of him. he seemed to of led you to some secluded forest area that was a few ways away from civilization. it was beautiful — amazingly so considering this was New York you two were talking about.

“percy what is this pla—”

your questions was cut off as percy placed his hands over your eyes, earning a nervous giggle from you.

“shh,” he cooed in your ear. “just follow my lead.”

“kind of hard to when I can’t see anything..” you replied, tripping over something that was seated on the floor of the forest. percy was quick to steady you, slowly walking you deeper into the forest.

you mind went numb as the sensation of his own warm skin against yours overtook your receptors. his skin seemed just as warm as it was that summer he spent in the infirmary with you. almost as warm as his hand that clasped your own as you sat on his bed, watching in confusion as he attempted to tell you something.

whatever that something was..

percy stilled behind you as he exhaled shakily. “okay, i’m gonna remove my hands now.” he said, slightly nervous. “don’t like..scream or anything, alright?”

“no promises.” you joked, earning a nervous chuckle from him. you waited expectantly as percy slowly removed his hands from your eyes.

you blinked your eyes open as you admired the scene in-front of you. the heart of the forest was decorated with various different fairy lights and other small lights, and at the center there was a small picnic basket with a picture of you seated next to it.

you recognized the picture from the first day you and Percy had met. you were attending the same school at the time and that day the school had planned a trip to six flags, one that you both attended.

seated knee to knee, you two ascended the tracks and despite all your mutterings about rollercoasters being boring — you still felt your heart jumping as you made your way up. then, right at the drop, your throat closed and you started to grow sick.

yeah..it wasn’t hard to imagine what happened next. percy was nice enough to check up on you after the trip despite being traumatized himself. held all your stuff for you while you threw up the rest of the your breakfast into the six flags public trash bin.

and your teacher, oh, your sweet caring teacher, caught the whole thing in a image that consisted of your sickly looking face attempting to throw up a peace sign and percy’s terrified looking face that was stained with your throw up who hugged you awkwardly, shooting a weak looking thumbs up.

you hated that photo — he knew that. it was probably why he used it.

your breath caught in your throat as you turned to face percy. he looked back at you with a warm smile on his face as he approached you hesitantly. you stood in place, watching him approach you. what should you say? what could you say?

“i’ve.. not been the best with my words..recently..” percy said, slightly embarrassed. “but, um..i don’t think i’d really forgive myself if I didn’t tell you this..” his face was flushed to capacity as he stood in-front of you. your lips trembled as you opened your mouth to say something to no avail.

Percy exhaled, stepping forward as he clasped your hand in his, bringing it to rest against his chest. your eyes casted down to look at your hand which rested there, the pattering beat of his heart loud as ever.

“i really like you.” percy admitted. “more than..more than i’ve ever liked someone in my life.” he stared into your eyes intensely as he tightened his grip on your hand. “and..i want to know if you feel the same way..” he paused. “please?”

you were at a loss for words. i mean, how could you have gaged this was what Percy had planned for so long? and how stupid were you for not seeing it all? everything that happened between the two of you at camp half blood..was he..? no, he was. he was trying to confess to you.

he felt the same way as you.

you slithered your hand out of his touch, bringing it to your side. percy’s face grew slightly alarmed, sadness growing on his face.

your stomach fluttered as you leaned in slightly, tongue darting out to lick your lips before you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing a kiss to percy’s lips. his eyes widened at the contact, freezing before kissing back hesitantly.

Percy wrapped his arms around your neck, holding you tightly as you pulled back from the kiss, a embarrassed look on your face.

“i couldn’t find anything to say.”

percy blinked at you, slightly shaken up. “you’ve said plenty.”

“clearly not enough since you genuinely thought I wasn’t going to like you back.” you huffed. “gosh, and while we’re on the topic — can we talk about how stupid I am?”

“let’s not,” percy mumbled. “we’d be stuck on it for hours.” you nudged him playfully. silence fell over you two again as you stayed still in each other’s arms, having an unspoken staring contest.

“i like you too, percy.” you mumbled. “i always have.”

a smile formed on Percy’s face as he nodded slightly. “yeah, okay..I’m glad.” he cleared his throat. “…do you have like, a specific amount of time you have?”

“shut up and kiss me again.” you replied with a smile, pulling Percy into you as your lips pressed against each other again. for a moment you almost forgot all about where you were and how late it was. all that mattered at the moment was the fact that you and percy were finally together.

well, it was for a moment.

you jumped as percy’s phone went off in his pocket, causing you to pull away from Percy immediately as he searched through his pocket for his cell. You eyed percy curiously as he brought the phone to your ear.

��mom! what’s..going on?.” he replied into the phone with a hushed tone. “yeah..they’re here..” he turned to face you to which you waved at him with a lopsided smile.

“uh, okay — we will..yeah we’ll be there.” he said before ending the call. Percy turned to you with a frown. you titled your head in confusion.

“are you up for dinner at my place? my mom wants to meet my new girlfriend.” he said, wars growing red.

huh. dinner sounded good right about now.

[kmze]

That gif of Caroline and Bonnie talking about the Salty-tore brothers! Ughh sometimes I think about the goldness of Belvafore that was wasted and it makes my skin crawl.

FOREVER BITTER!!! I didn't even realize Caroline and Bonnie were both wearing pink sweaters in those moments like this show really played us with the parallels and had the audacity to think WE were in the wrong! I will always maintain this show wasted such a perfect subvert of the triangle of doom by having neither triangle ship be endgame. This was set-up perfecting in 6x15 when Stefan said to Damon "maybe all love isn't true love in the messed up way you and I have experienced it, but I think this could turn into something even better" YOU AND I!!! Stefan is saying that directly to Damon and then we see Damon with the happiest fucking face he's ever had in his life beeming at Bonnie returning and she jumps into his arms and I'm not supposed to take that as foreshadowing! Then they had the AUDACITY to friggin' parallel Bamon and Steroline at the end of S7 with the Salvatores jealousy over each girls boyfriends, Baroline's coldness towards both of them when they showed up at their doors and even "and I love you" parallels the same damn episodes!

So much wasted potential, the ending should have been Elena brought the brothers back together after Katherine tore them apart. As such the brothers decided to give Elena back the human life she wanted free from supernatural danger and she gave them her best friends who embraced the supernatural world more than she ever could. Imagine Belvafore running the Salvatore school? What a twist that would have been.

[whoregaylorenzo]

hey babe, tell me abt danterri

*excited fran noises* uwjefljljlwjflwdfuhsdljfklsjflksjflkjflksd okay okay. let's do this. I'll try to put my feelings into words.

listen they are just sooooooo...they are sooo ughh the dynamic is FASCINATING....the teenage lore...val always being so cool about their interactions.. dan being desperate to get his attention and then turning away, bitter bc he's not getting it and talking shit about val? only to go back to begging for his attention... salivating over the mullet...giving val his wine bc he knows he likes a good red....it's all daniel trying his usual way of flirting (teasing and prodding to get a reaction) and it not working and valtteri and it's fucking perfect. valtteri likes to act SO unaffected and then he randomly mentions daniel in an interview UNPROMPTED?? you're not as slick as you think dude....I think val likes the attention but he doesn't enjoy the games and the gay chicken way dan is trying to approach him, if dan came straight out and said hey I want you to fuck me then he's just say yeah okay. but they are forever stuck in the inbetween and isn't that just mesmerizing and frustrating and exhilarating???

cutting myself off here bc the rest of my thoughts turned into scrambled word pieces and screaming as always when I think about dantteri

[dnangelic]

' ughh , ' arms lift , but the boy's head remains flat on the table as his hands frantically rub at his hair . ' aughh !! ' should he have even tried to start describing his relationship with hiwatari ? what were they , really ? friends , rivals ? bitter enemies ? although 'daisuke' was hands-off during the day , that terrifying look that came into the other boy's eyes the instant he became dark was impossible to get out of mind .

to think that the other could have caught him if it weren't for dark on his very first heist , too ... ( er , wait . ) didn't that mean he still might have been completely incapable by himself ?! daisuke's hands leave his head and his arms collapses in front of him . was he seriously this no good at everything ... ? ' it's --- scary ! sometimes hiwatari-kun looks so scary ! since he's figured me out from the start , i don't know why he doesn't just try to expose me by telling everyone that i'm dark , but maybe it's just too hard to believe ? '

in the meantime , towa was already taking his careless suggestion to heart . ' you're --- gonna go and take notes for me ? ' his head finally lifts , but his expression is doubtful . ' that's crazy . that'd never work . i mean , there was that one time , and wiz has already helped me out a lot at school before , but i can't rely on you guys like that ... ' not forever . not at all the time . ' besides , i think everyone'd figure out we were related somehow , and then i'd never get a break . plenty of people already think i'm a weirdo because whenever wiz takes my place for me , he does all kinds of things ... leaving him alone by himself makes me worry ! '

she understood perfectly that he couldn't always be around to help out. she was still so grateful that he rescued her from her own isolation that she could handle a few strenuous chores to repay the favor to the family ( even if it was starting to feel excessive. )

she sat the plate of snacks down next to his book along with a fresh glass of juice. lilac eyes observed far too much as she watched him work out his most recent puzzle upon the paper. " hehehe! i certainly don't blame them for being excited about him! he's quite the exciting topic no matter what circle you reside within! even the Hiwatari boy is quite obsessed with you two. " she gently nudges with her words though she knows he's unlikely to realize it ties in with her other statement. at least for now while he is so focused on his busywork.

she's about to ask what he means by 'seven mysteries' when his head finds a new home atop his workbook. the action causing the poor maid to jump slightly as she rushes back to his side, gently rubbing his back to soothe the tension as best she can. her eyes widening even more as his words sink in. someone like her could enroll in his school? it would give her a break from Emiko, and she'd be in a much better spot to poke and nudge the two heirs together. not to mention all the fun gossip she could learn and all the new friends she could meet!

" well, I cannot tell you how perfectly it would go and you'd still be missing the classes technically so you'd be in just the same spot as if you weren't there at all ; but since you already bring With along why don't you use him to fill in? and then I can also go and take notes for you to teach you what you missed! " it was a horrible plan. she was never going to take genuine notes. she'd be too flustered by talking to all the people and because she had never gone to school before.

[novantinuum]

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: Teen Audiences

Words: ~800

Summary: Steven can’t help but dread the undefined cocktail of emotions that trigger this newest power…

12 shorts, each delving into Steven’s developing opinions and feelings about his “pink mode” in SUF.

Chapter 7: A scene after Together Forever.

Updates weekly. If you read this and enjoy, I’d greatly appreciate your support through reblogs here, or kudos/comments on AO3. Thank you! <3

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Steven doesn’t let himself truly cry until he’s out of Garnet’s sight and alone in his room, in a place where he no longer has to be subject to all her high and mighty lecturing on things like love, fusion, and the pursuit of ‘healthy, balanced relationships.’

Those first tears are laced with what he can only describe as foggy resentment. (At Garnet? Connie? Himself??) His expression remains nearly motionless as they pool at the corners of his eyes and slowly carve canyons down his ruddy cheeks. Vision blurred by his remorse, he thrusts the half-empty cake box on his desk, remnants of buttercream frosting smeared across his lips. He’d have eaten more, but after stuffing three serving’s worth into his mouth to mask the ache of his sorrow, his stomach’s conceived to betray him, churning and upset from all that sugary sweetness. Ughh, it’s a gastrointestinal nightmare. With his recent diet changes, he’s not used to ‘sweet’ anymore. Clutching his midsection with one arm as he rides this latest wave of discomfort, he roughly wipes the frosting off his face. He clenches his teeth through the crest of this pain so hard his jaw aches.

Oh, well. He made all these stupid choices all on his own. It’s only fair for him to face the just consequences.

Illuminated solely by moonlight, the heartbroken teen sheds his blazer and flip flops, abandoning them to the middle of his floor like the picnic he childishly destroyed by the cliffs. He shuffles dejectedly towards his bed, pleading with every yearning fiber of his soul for a reality where it might envelop him between its folds forever and he could finally be done, finally rest. His first real sob breaks through as he drops headfirst into his comforter, staining the covers with his salty, usually curative tears. There’s no curing this mistake, though. There’s no repairing the damage he’s wrought this time.

Because he’s ruined his relationship with Connie forever.

Snapping bright pink in a heartbeat at the mere thought of her name, he slams his fist against his bedspread, the resulting shockwave causing the furniture to rattle. Stars, he’s so stupid! What on Earth ever made him think she’d want to spend her whole life stuck with such a selfish, unstable disaster of a person? Hoarse cries bubble up from his chest as he rolls into his back, feeling utterly isolated and defeated, the glow receding as the brunt of his self-directed anger fades. An awful part of him desperately wants to be mad at Connie, at Garnet— because wow, existence would be so easy if he could simply blame others for every inconvenience and hardship he’s ever faced— but deep down in his heart he knows they’re both right. He and Connie, they’re too young to marry, much less fuse forever. Stevonnie won’t make him stop feeling any less directionless, won’t help him control these ugly diamond outbursts, won’t fill that aching chasm in his soul. And thus, the only soul left to blame is himself.

Steven shifts on the bed at that point, suddenly unable to ignore the existence of that hard plastic ring in his back pocket, weighing his body down like lead. With his bottom lip quivering amidst his weeping, he rolls on his side so he can reach back and retrieve it. It’s still softly glowing when he brings it in front of his face. His upset stomach churns at the untimely reminder, the ache deepening right behind his gem. He can feel a new rush of hard light flood through his body, feel as that glowing pink threatens to envelop him again and let his power explode outwards and blast his surroundings to shreds like he did to the picnic on the beach, but he has to hold it back, has to contain it, control it, because... he lets out a bitter sob... because if he doesn’t, then everyone in his life will finally discover how messed up and awful he is and he’ll finally succeed in destroying every single relationship he has left, just like he irreparably destroyed this one.

And then?

No one will need him or even want him ever again.

Gritting his teeth as he desperately holds this glow at bay, he grips the glow bracelet and rips its ends from the connector piece, throwing this tiny hunk of plastic at the wall in a fit of temper. He doesn’t deserve to be loved, anyways. Not by her. Not by anyone. No, he deserves to suffer, to put up with his stupid upset stomach, to ache from loneliness. After all, he chose this path. And the consequences... in the end, those bitter consequences always catch up. Justified.

He cries himself to sleep that night, clutching that glow stick to his chest.

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Notes:

Hah, so- I know the glow bracelet is intact and in the freezer in Growing Pains, but I was trying to match this short to one of my old art pieces, which is why Steven tore the connector off. Just imagine he gets up the next morning, puts it back together, and throws it in the freezer where he doesn’t have to see it. Maybe he can’t fix his relationship with Connie, but he can fix this one tiny thing.

Also, like... in reality, Steven didn't "ruin his relationship with Connie forever," but alas the depressed mind is scarily adept at warping one's perception of events as it sees fit.

[sharperthewriter]

A Rockwaller Christmas Carol - Chapter 1

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14005722/1/A-Rockwaller-Christmas-Carol (FFnet link)

From the Desk of Sharper

Good evening, everyone. I have decided to do a KP Version of the famous Charles Dickens story 'A Christmas Carol' with Bonnie taking on the role of Ebenezer Scrooge as well as other well-known KP Characters taking on the roles of the other characters of Dickens' famed story.

  Can Bonnie, the multi-billionaire heiress that has been an annoying thorn in Kim's side for the past twenty years, finally change her ways, or will she end up as a lost soul forever?

Unlike the other holiday-related story I am doing (Proposal From The Deep), this is not going to be a part of Whitem's Holiday Fic contest. This is something that is connected with my Rockwaller Universe. It will be on the timeline where the pandemic for the KP verse begins in 2021.

  The fanfic is rated T for language including a couple uses of an obscene gesture, a few crude/sexual references and dialogue, a scary image, and for some alcohol/tobacco use.

  Kim Possible, characters and settings, are created by Schooley and McCorkle and (c) by Disney.

Val, Athena and Drake are characters in Gothicthundra's universe and all credit is given to her.

Any other OC I create is my own.

"A Rockwaller Christmas Carol"

Chapter 1 - Christmas Eve, 2020 (December 24, 2020) All throughout the city of Middleton and a majority of its 45,651 residents are in the midst of the Christmas Season, shopping and bustling along and preparing for the holiday.

However, there was one resident living 60 miles to the east of the Denver area that was not happy whenever Christmas came around.

That person was the 31-year old multi-billionaire tycoon known as Bonnie Rockwaller.

She looked at the door that once housed Elsa Clique, the co-founder of the RockwalClique tabloid that was super popular at supermarkets everywhere for celebrity gossip, especially at Smarty-Mart. She had been dead for seven years. She was about as dead as a door nail.

Bonnie was the only one that attended Elsa's funeral. She was her sole executor, her sole administrator, her sole assign, her sole residuary legatee, her sole friend, and sole mourner.

______________________________________________________________________________ To many people in Middleton, and for the most part around the globe, it should not come as a surprise to anyone how much Bonnie loved the holiday solely for the gifts but hated the holiday for everything else. First off, she could not stand the caroling during the season, especially when the carolers, complete in their  came to her luxurious, and very large, Rockwaller mansion. The very large $400 million 150-bedroom, 250-bathroom, 580,000 square feet mansion that was outside the Denver area (and had its very own exit off the interstate) looked very inviting to the carolers because it was well-decorated for the holidays. flashback 

(December 2019) The doorbell began to ring as Bonnie got out her robe, covering her pajamas. "Ugh...what is it now..." the brunette muttered. She snapped her fingers to one of her butlers.

"Open the door!" she commanded the butler. The butler did as he was told and it revealed to be a group of 20 carolers, dressed in traditional late 19th century clothes and jackets to protect themselves from the bitter cold.

"Ughh....it's those group of losers again! Did you get those stupid rags from the bargain bin at Smarty-Mart, buttheads?"  

They ignored her insult began to sing Deck The Halls, but were only halfway into the second verse before Bonnie snapped her fingers. It activated a series of cannons that constantly bombarded the carolers with eggs and tomatoes. The carolers fled and screamed in terror while Bonnie smirked and folded her arms. They ran as fast as their tomato-and-egged 19th century caroler costumes would allow them and 10 German Shepherds and five pit bulls that served as her attack dog brigade chased them out of the gate. One of the German Shepherds even ripped the back pants of a male caroler, showing off his heart underwear.

The male caroler muttered, "She's a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!!"

Bonnie dusted off her hands and said with an evil smile, "That takes care of those annoying caroling losers!"

Secondly, she depised giving any bit of her money to charity. Up until this point in her life. she saw charities who want to leach on her extreme wealth. She had also made very disparaging comments about orphans and widows in the past. (December 13, 2014) Bonnie was at the Rockwaller Family Enterprise headquarters in New York when she heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it this time?" Bonnie demanded to know.

"It's the National Charity of Salvation, Miss Rockwaller." one of her interns said. Bonnie sighed, "Send them in.!" (A few minutes later)

"And as you can see, Miss Rockwaller..." the director of the NCS said when he was pointing to a flow chart, "...we should have about 1,500 charities set up around the country."

"And this is supposed to make me money....how?" Bonnie muttered, slouching in her golden throne in the conference room.

"Well...uh...um....uhh....." the director said at a loss of words.

"Feh...not interested!" Bonnie dismissed him, "Security, escort these losers out of my sight!"

"But...the poor and homeless..." the director pleaded as he, his council, and his charts were taken away by security. "If the poor die off in the cold winter, they'd better do it and decrease the surplus population of this damn planet." Bonnie said coldly at the man. "Bah...humbug!!" She looked at the large portrait of herself on the wall on the left...and a large portrait of Elisa Clique on the right, whom had set up Bonnie's multi-million dollar  tabloid company, producing a lot of the tabloids at grocery stores, specially Smarty-Mart. The latter had died in 2013 as a result of a car accident.

Of course, Bonnie does celebrate Christmas, but her peculiar tradition is that she would rather stay in her mansion and wait while only a handful of servants both give and show her presents to her....and only her. The most expensive gift she has received when she became a billionaire was a private jet worth $35 million that she hardly uses.

(back to Dec. 24, 2020) And so, Bonnie stood in her house on the outskirts of Denver in the cold winter. She stared at the frozen outbanks of snow facing Interstate 70 from her window in the large conference room where business meetings were held. The only other people present in the room were Tightlips, the head of all her servants and Johnnie Rockwaller, the director of the maids and her only biological connection that remained to her original family as she had cut off all communication with her father, mother, and two sisters. Johnnie, around that time, was 27 years of age, for he was born four years after Bonnie.

"Ughhhh...the stupid dumb losers!" she muttered! "I would rather celebrate Christmas by myself!"

"If you so do mind, sis..." Johnnie asked, "...I was wondering if you could join me and my lovely family for Christmas dinner?"

Bonnie muttered, "Johnnie, I love you as my brother, but you know damn well that I do not do well with family gatherings! We agreed never to discuss such things, remember?"

Johnnie sighed, "Understood...guess it's just me, my wife, and my daughter...but have a merry Christmas to you! God save you!"

"Bah....humbug!" Bonne exclaimed.

"But Christmas is not a humbug, sis!" Johnnie countered. "You don't mean that, I am sure."

"What right or even reason do you even have to be merry?" Bonnie taunted, 

"You're only upper-middle class compared to me!"

"What right have you to be dismal? " Johnnie questioned, "You're the richest woman in the world! Plus you do get Christmas gifts every year!"

"I only get them for myself!" Bonnie sneered, "Everyone in this mansion, even you, knows this!! Everything else about Christmas to me is garbage!!"

The trio then heard a buzzer over the intercom.

"Now who comes to my mansion this time?" Bonnie growled.

"It is one of your employees from the tabloid sector, Emily Cratchit!" Tightlips said, pointing to the security cameras. "Security guards gave her prior clearance since she works  at your tabloid business as a reporter."

Bonnie sighed, "Send her in!" _____________________________________________________________________________ Emily Cratchit came in the conference room. She was in her late 30s and had blonde hair with hazel eyes. She was dressed in a black pants suit and was quite nervous about approaching Bonnie.  Emily had been working at the RFE for about two years, but she had not received any advancement to her regular salary.

Bonnie and three of her servants marched into the conference room.

"Miss Rockwaller, thank you for coming along!" Emily said to her.

"You'd better make this quick, Mrs. Cratchit. I do not have time for you to bullshit around!" Bonnie snarled.

Emily took a deep breath and said, "I would like to have tomorrow off, Miss Rockwaller, if it is convenient for you. You do allow your employees to take the 25th off!."

"It's not convenient!" Bonnie snarled. "And it's not fair! Everyone knows that the tabloid cycle goes 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year!"

Emily smiled faintly.

"And yet..." Bonnie added, "...you don't think me as being as a stumbling block to the tabloid cycle to pay a day's wages for no work or photos of the latest celeb gossip."

Emily said, "It's only once a year. Even Smarty-Mart employees, including my husband who's the manager of the Middleton location, get the whole day of Christmas off."

"A poor excuse to pick a person's pocket every December 25th...but since no one's gonna work on that day, I'll give you that." Bonnie admitted.

But she warned her, "But I want your ass to be in your seat in your cubicle on the 26th at 8am sharp or you are going to be docked in pay."

"You won't be disappointed, Miss Rockwaller!" Emily exclaimed with that faint smile on her face.

"Now...get out of my sight!" Bonnie snarled.

Emily quickly went out of the conference room, escorted by two of Bonnie's security guards.

Bonnie ordered the closing of the gates to her mansion after Johnnie left, not wishing to be disturbed any further.  

[lordofassgard]

Spaces Between Us

Requested: | yes | no |

anonymous said: your imagines are BEAUTIFUL UGHH !! Can you please do a Taehyung one, really angsty idc what it’s about but with a fluffy ending, tysm 💜 

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: there are only a few things taehyung knows in life. his name, where he was born, that he’s in love with you and that he’s terrible at expressing his feelings

Genre: non idol!au, angst, fluff

Warnings: creepy dude at a club, mentions of alcohol, cursing

Word Count: 9k

A/N: thank you for the request, i hope i delivered the fluffy ending you asked for. for the 355734th time, this is based on real life events and i’m pretty sure this is my longest work lmao. the title is kinda meh but it was the best i could come up with. anyway, it took some tiime but it’s here. i hope you enjoy :)

masterlist in bio

gif credits to bloombwi

You don't remember exactly when or where you met Taehyung. He had always been there at parties when you hung out with your friends and even in some of your classes. Sometimes he was the life of the party, a mood maker. Other times, he stayed in the back, away from everyone leaning against the wall, hoping it’d swallow him whole for him to never return. It depended on his mood and you picked up on it. You picked up on a lot of things about Taehyung for some reason. Like how easy he was to spot in a crowd. All you had to do was look for a gray hoodie because he’d probably be the one wearing it. Or the cute mole on the tip of his nose, or how sleepy he’d always look in the morning.

What you do remember is how everything started between the two of you. It was with a simple look from across the room and a smile. It was one of those days where he didn’t feel happy enough to brighten up the entire room but not moody enough to have a frown on his face that kept everyone away from him.

At first, you weren’t sure if he was smiling at you but after looking around, you confirmed it. It was odd, the two of you had never shared more than a few words like hellos and casual conversations started by one of your common friends, mostly Hoseok. According to Jimin, probably Taehyung’s best friend (that was if he considered anyone from your group a friend) it took a while for Taehyung to warm up to people.

After the eye contact, you took the matters into your own hands and sat down next to him in class. He was visibly tense but didn't say anything, his hands two alien things attached to his arms since he didn’t know what to do with them. This went on for a couple of classes, his reaction always the same so you thought you might have read the signs wrong and switched seats once again. Maybe he was just trying to be nice and you took it too far. But then, he switched seats plopping down on the chair next to yours with a cup of coffee in his large hands. It surprised you and it made you happy. Maybe Taehyung was warming up to you.

During the lecture, you almost dozed off a couple of times with your cheek resting on the palm of your hand. It wasn't that you didn't care about the lecture, you were just tired. A small nudge made you open your eyes and a cup of coffee appeared in your vision.

“Americano, no sugar.” Taehyung’s deep voice whispered.

You stared at the cup for a few seconds surprised, before taking it. It was the first time Taehyung had spoken to you, aside from casual conversations that consisted of nods and “I know right?” every once in a while.

“Thank you.” You looked up at him, noticing the tips of his ears had turned pink but you didn’t mention it.

Taehyung didn't reply, just a small hum acknowledging your words. Once you sipped the coffee, you almost spit it into the back of the person sitting in front of you. What kind of monster drank his coffee with no sugar? A small chuckle coming from Taehyung’s lips indicated that your reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed, which made you slump down in your seat embarrassed.

The day after that, you brought Taehyung a cup of coffee exactly like the one he had handed to you the previous day. Americano, no sugar. You placed it on the seat next to yours and waited for him to arrive. Halfway through the lecture, you realized he wasn’t going to show up. The coffee had gone cold in the meantime and once class was dismissed, you threw the untouched drink into the trash with a frown.

It wasn't unusual for Taehyung to skip lectures every once in a while. He had admitted it a few times as you and your friends hung out that sometimes he just didn't feel like showing up. It wasn't anything new, so there was no reason for you to be disappointed but you couldn't help but feel sad. After all, you weren’t even friends.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

Taehyung wasn't exactly popular, but a lot of people knew who he was mostly because of his good looks. He had his own little fan club of freshmen who crushed on him. Taehyung paid no mind, not even sparing them a glance. He loved the attention he got, maybe a little too much but that was it. It was like he had this desperate need to be liked by others whether he knew them or not.

And that didn't go unnoticed by you, like a lot of other things about Taehyung. The extreme moods along with the need for attention seemed to be covering up something darker, that he kept hidden from everyone. You considered asking Jimin but didn't for two reasons. One, he’d blow things out of proportion and probably think the two of you had been in love for years and were planning to run away and marry in Vegas or something. And two, it wasn’t any of your business.

It wasn't only until a few days after he skipped the lecture that you saw Taehyung again. It was Friday and everyone agreed to go out to relieve some stress. Jungkook had fallen ill, probably from eating his own cooking so Jin stayed back to take care of him and Namjoon had a date. So that left you, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung, the designated driver.

You quickly walked over to the bar while everyone else went straight to the dance floor. You wanted a drink first, knowing that with alcohol flowing through your veins you’d have a bit more fun. Besides, alcohol cleared your mind and God knows how much you needed to since you had spent the entire week trying to understand Taehyung and you needed to get him out of your head. One drink turned into two, then three and then four. That was when you decided to go to the dance floor, hopefully finding the others but you were tipsier than you thought, immediately leaning against the counter for support as you waited for the room to stop spinning.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asked.

It took you a bit to answer the stranger’s question, a small “no” coming out of your parted lips.

“Are you here alone?”

“I came with my friends.”

He looked around with an amused smirk on his face, before looking back at you.

“I don’t see anyone.”

“They’re probably dancing.”

You didn't realize how close the stranger had gotten until his knee was touching your thigh. Instinctively, you took a step back, bumping into someone’s side but whoever it was just pushed you back, sending you straight into the stranger’s arms.

“Careful there.” He chuckled, helping you stand up, although his hands stayed dangerously low on your hips.

“Thank you.” You tried to step back, to put some distance between you and the intimidating stranger, but his hands kept you in place.

The more you tried to step back, the more his grip tightened, probably enough to bruise. You looked around uncomfortable hoping you’d spot your friends or that your eyes would meet someone, anyone that could get you out of that situation. That was until someone wrapped their arm around your shoulders.

“Hey babe, I was looking for you.” You tensed up before realizing it was just Taehyung, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

“Do you know him?” The stranger asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.” You confirmed.

He retreated his hands from your hips before grabbing a drink you didn't even notice he had ordered and left annoyed. After he was out of your sight, you allowed yourself to relax and turned to Taehyung.

“Thank you.”

“Do you wanna get some air?” He asked as he took in your state.

You nodded and let him guide you through the crowd. The temperature outside the club was way colder making you shiver. Taehyung noticed, draping his gray hoodie over your shoulders and you put your arms through the sleeves. It wasn't much warmer but it was enough for you to stop shaking.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded and sat down on the sidewalk.

Taehyung frowned, probably finding the place where you decided to sit odd, but sat next to you either way, your shoulders touching. Now that you found yourself next to him again, the thoughts you so desperately tried to drink away came back and this time, you weren’t holding them back.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” You pointed out.

“I know.” Taehyung sighed.

“I missed you.”

There was no way that sober you would ever say that, not to Taehyung at least. Sure that he had been around forever but the two of you weren’t exactly close.

“I think you missed my bitter coffee more.” He chuckled, a slightly teasing tone evident in his voice.

“No, it sucked.” You scrunched up your face “I thought you didn’t like me anymore.” You pouted.

You could see the gears turning in his head as he studied you attentively. Taehyung seemed surprised as if he had never heard those words coming from someone that meant them. Maybe he was surprised because you were the one who said them. Or maybe it was both. He had turned his body to you and you unconsciously had done the same. No one said anything over the faint sound of the music coming from the club as you stared at each other lost in your own thoughts.

And then he kissed you. With the music as background and the people waiting in line as witnesses. There was nothing romantic about it really, but it was enough for your fuzzy mind to love it. Once he pulled away, both of you out of breath with swollen lips, Taehyung brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek gently.

“There’s nothing you can do to make me not like you.” He whispered as if he was afraid someone else, or maybe even you heard it.

With his face illuminated by the pink neon light coming from the sign that spelled out the club’s name, one that you never bother to learn, Taehyung looked like an angel. Something sent to you by someone far more powerful than you to reward you for something you did in your past life. That was the only way someone like Taehyung could ever be in your life.

“This is the only time I can tell you this.” He started.

You looked at him confused and waited for him to explain.

“Because you’re drunk and there’s no way I’d ever tell you this when you’re sober.” He paused “I really hope you don’t remember this in the morning.” His thumb caressed your cheek one last time before his hand dropped to his lap.

Taehyung was indeed an angel. He had the looks of one and for a while, you thought he had been sent to you. But you were wrong, so wrong. Taehyung wasn't sent, Taehyung fell. Because Taehyung was no ordinary angel, he was the devil.

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You remembered everything and that moment kept playing in your head like a broken record. At first, you thought you wouldn’t say anything. After all, he hoped you wouldn’t remember. But he kissed you and that had to mean something. You spent the entire weekend debating if you should say something or not.

Monday morning, when you walked into the lecture hall, you spotted Taehyung. The seat next to him was empty and you debated if you should sit next to him. Since you were supposed to act as if nothing happened, you plopped down on the seat next to him, greeting him with a small smile. For once you paid attention because the need to say something grew every second and you were supposed to keep quiet. But how could you, when the feeling of his lips against yours was the only thing you could think of? How could you, when your heart was screaming at you to do something?

So when class ended, you followed Taehyung outside and called out his name. He turned around his hands deep in the pockets of the same hoodie you had worn two days prior, as he hesitantly asked if you needed anything.

“I remember.” You blurted out.

His eyes widened but he tried to conceal his surprise.

“I-I was lying.”

He turned back and started walking, fast steps hoping to get away from you but you caught up to him and grabbed his arm preventing him from leaving.

“No, you weren’t.” You shook your head.

“I was. I was thinking about someone else. Now let me go.”

Shocked by his words, you loosened your grip on his arm which allowed him to free himself.

“But...I like you.” You mumbled, hoping he’d hear you and have the heart to turn around and say something.

He heard you and stopped dead in his tracks once your words hit him. You could see him struggle on whether to turn around or not but he kept walking, his bag slung over one of his shoulders that bounced with every step he took. And you stood there, unable to react as people walked around you and the crowd of students leaving the building hid Taehyung from your sight.

“(Y/N)” Yoongi called but you didn’t turn around “What are you doing in the middle of the hallway?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and registered Yoongi’s words.

“I uh, I don’t know.” You admitted.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself that you were okay “I think I’m just gonna head back to the dorms and get some rest.”

“Do you want me to walk you there?” He asked concerned.

“No, it’s okay. See you around.”

You didn't wait for an answer and walked through the same place you had seen Taehyung disappear minutes prior. Only this time you weren't going after him, no. Things between you and Taehyung finished before they even started. All you had left to do was forget everything since that night at the party. Then, you'd be okay.

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To you, things had ended in there. You'd get Taehyung and his weird antics out of your head and you’d be able to go back to normal life. If only things were that simple, you would have been okay and although you had enough of Taehyung, he didn't have enough of you. Not yet.

He showed up at your door a couple of days later, alcohol on his breath and for once he wasn’t wearing the gray hoodie. Instead, Taehyung wore a maroon sweater and black sweatpants that almost made him look like a completely different person.

“What are you doing here?” You asked arms crossed over your chest as you looked him up and down “Have you been drinking?”

“I couldn't talk to you sober.” He shook his head “Can I come in?”

“Why?”

“I want to...I want to talk to you. I want to apologize.”

With a sigh, you moved out of the way to let him in and closed the door behind him. Taehyung found his way to the living room and sat on the couch waiting for you to return. You took a seat across from him and waited for him to talk.

“I like you.” He blurted out.

His words caught you off guard. You honestly thought Taehyung came over to apologize for leading you on, not to confess. You were beyond confused as you stared at him with your eyebrows raised.

“You what?”

“I like you.” He paused “I’ve liked you for a while.”

Your reaction was probably everything but what he expected. Taehyung expected that you’d accept his confession or worst-case scenario you’d kick him out while throwing every insult you could think of at him. But you stood still, quiet and wide-eyed as you tried to understand what was going on.

“Where is this coming from? Because if I remember correctly, you were thinking about someone else while kissing me.”

“I was lying.”

“Which time?” You raised your eyebrows.

“When I said I was thinking about someone else. I wasn't. All I could think about was you and your lips and how pretty you looked under those lights. But I’m scared…”

“Scared of what?”

Taehyung hesitated before answering, twiddling with his thumbs in his lap as he avoided eye contact.

“Feelings.” He admitted “People always leave me so I leave them first.”

This new side of Taehyung you were seeing made you uncomfortable. This vulnerability made you shift in your seat, uncertain of what to do. It wasn't that you were bad at comforting people, God knows how many times Jimin had cried in your shoulder over the smallest things and you never let him leave your side until you knew he was feeling better. But to you, Taehyung never seemed like the type to be scared of people leaving him. Looking back at all the years you spent together, some things made sense and although you noticed a lot of things about Taehyung, you wondered how you never noticed that.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. You were quiet for a few more minutes before finally speaking.

“And what do you want to do? Why did you tell me this?”

“I...I want to see if things work out between us.” He finally looked up at you, studying your reaction.

You were happy that Taehyung liked you back, but what he did just to get you away from him in order to protect himself made you hesitate. There was a voice in the back of your head stating that it was a bad idea but your heart was telling you to go for it. So you decided to not to listen to any of them.

“I-I need to think about it.” You replied “It’s a lot to process, I need some time.”

You knew it wasn't what he was hoping for but it was better than rejecting him. Once he left, you swore you could hear him mumble I’m sorry right before he closed the door. You didn't sleep that night, you kept thinking about the pros and cons of being with Taehyung.

It took you three days to grab your phone and call him. He agreed to meet up with you at a park, close to campus the next day at 4 pm. You got there five minutes earlier and waited, your leg bouncing up and down as you realized he was late. Twenty-five minutes after four, when you were about to leave you spotted him running towards you.

“I’m sorry.” He panted “Jimin wouldn’t let me go.”

The two of you sat down and you took a deep breath trying to organize your thoughts. Whatever you said could be interpreted in the wrong way and you had to be very careful with your words.

“I thought a lot about this.” You started “What you did was fucked up but...I’m willing to give you a chance.”

Taehyung seemed to visibly relax and smiled at you. It was probably the first time you had ever seen a smile so genuine on his face. You smiled back and scooted closer to him until your faces were inches apart. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips until you decided to press your lips against his. Your heart skipped a beat as he cupped your face lovingly, but your kiss was cut short by a kid yelling ew a few feet away from you. You pulled away to laugh and hid your face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck.

Things were finally okay.

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Taehyung turned out to be as sweet as your heart thought he’d be. Behind those mood shifts was a very sweet boy who was very insecure. You walked on eggshells around him, making sure not to do or say something that’d make him uncomfortable and reassuring him you weren’t going anywhere. Little by little you hoped he’d start opening up to you, showing you his goofy side and allowing himself to strip down from any mask he had to put on as soon as there was more than just the two of you in the room. But that wasn’t the case. Although you shared a lot with him, you didn’t know much about him other than his name, his major and that he had a brother who he didn’t really like to talk about. And you were okay with it, most of the time, Jimin’s words still in your mind for those times where Taehyung’s emotional distance got to you. It’d take a lot of time and patience and for Taehyung, for love, you were willing to wait.

But it didn't take long until things started going wrong. The first time was a few weeks after you started dating. Your group of friends decided to go out to eat, Jimin happily clinging onto Namjoon’s side as you walked towards the restaurant. Taehyung was running late, he had warned Jungkook a few minutes prior and you sat there in silence listening to everyone’s conversations.

“I think Taehyung is seeing someone.” Jimin leaned forward and whispered as if anyone else in the restaurant knew who Taehyung was.

This perked up your attention and you sat up straight, unconsciously leaning forward.

“What makes you think that?” Yoongi asked without looking up from his phone.

“He comes home late and he’s smiling a lot. He’s on his phone all the time.” Jimin paused “I want to know who it is.” He whined with a pout.

You furrowed your eyebrows deep in thought. So Jimin, Taehyung’s best friend, didn’t know who he was dating or if he was dating. You were pulled away from your thoughts when you heard cheering and realized Taehyung had arrived. He didn't even spare you a glance and sat down on the opposite side of the big table where the eight of you were. You were confused but mostly hurt. He was treating you as if you were mere strangers. Someone who you called your boyfriend had pretended you weren’t even there with them.

“You’re really quiet (Y/N)” Jin pointed out at some point during the meal “It doesn’t seem like you.”

“I’m enjoying my food.” You replied.

Your eyes met with Taehyung’s for a brief second but he looked away as if he was scared of being caught looking at you. The conversation kept flowing, Taehyung joining in on the banter every once in a while as you ate in silence. Food became hard to swallow and it tasted bad, probably to the awful taste that had found its home in your mouth ever since Taehyung arrived. After you finished dessert, you excused yourself and left after paying for your meal.

“Is everything okay?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin insisted.

“I said I’m fine.” You snapped, regretting it immediately after seeing the look in his eyes “I’m sorry.” You sighed “I’m really tired.”

“It’s okay.” He replied in a small voice.

As you walked back to the dorms you felt like crap. First, you were pretty sure your own boyfriend was embarrassed about your relationship and then you snapped at poor Jimin, letting your frustration out on your concerned friend. Taehyung didn't bother to come after you, or text you, or call you. For the next few days, you deliberately skipped your classes with Taehyung and avoided any kind of contact with him or the rest of your friends.

Almost a week later, he showed up at your door. You were tempted to close the door in his face but for some reason, maybe stupidity, you let him in.

“I haven’t heard from you all week.” Taehyung mumbled against your hair as he wrapped his arms around you.

You didn't react and he found it strange. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve hugged him back and kissed him until you were out of breath and dizzy. Taehyung pulled away enough to look at you and frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

He had the fucking audacity to ask what was wrong. You almost scoffed but refrained from doing so, keeping a stone face and an empty stare.

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“What? No!” He paused “What are you talking about?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” His hands gripped your hips pulling you closer to him “Where is this coming from?”

You watched him attentively, searching his eyes for any evidence that he was lying and knew damn well what you were talking about. But Taehyung looked clueless with a cute wrinkle between his eyebrows caused by his frown that you almost wanted to kiss away.

“When we went out...all of us.” You sighed.

As soon as you opened your mouth, everything started to look pointless. Maybe you were making a big deal out of it. Maybe you were just making things up in your head. But as you watched his face fall and felt his hands leave your hips, you knew something was up.

“I…” He started but cut himself off “I’m not comfortable with the guys seeing that side of me.”

You raised your eyebrows, looking at him as if he was lying straight to your face but what annoyed you was that he wasn’t. You turned a situation that could have been solved with a simple conversation in a drama because you thought he was ashamed.

“I��m sorry.” You sighed “You’re right.”

Taehyung nodded but didn’t say anything. Running a hand through your hair, you extended one of your hands out to him and he grabbed it, pulling you closer.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled again against his neck.

“It’s okay.”

Later, as the two of you cuddled on the couch you couldn't seem to stop thinking about what happened. There was a voice in your head telling you that this was a red flag and you shouldn’t let it slide and as much as you tried to ignore it and focus on the anime the two of you were watching, you couldn’t.

“Oh, by the way…” You spoke “Jimin thinks you’re seeing someone.”

Taehyung’s hand that was rubbing your back stopped moving and his body tensed up.

“He does?” He asked sitting up straight, slightly pushing you off him.

“Yeah.” You nodded “He noticed that you’re coming home late and smiling a lot more.”

“Oh…” That was all he said, before focusing his attention back on your laptop.

You noticed that he was still tense and he stayed that way until he left, with a tight smile and a quick kiss on your forehead. You also noticed that he left earlier than he usually did around 10 pm instead of midnight and he seemed to be in a hurry. Once you closed the door it hit you, he wasn't going home late. Jimin wouldn’t suspect a thing.

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The first two red flags should have been enough for you to stay away from Taehyung. But your dumb and in love self, ignored those red flags and kept dating him in secret. Not a soul besides you and Taehyung knew about it because he wanted it to be that way. And you were okay with it, or at least you convinced yourself you were when all you wanted to do was shout for the world to hear that you loved Taehyung. Two red flags should have been enough and you learned it the hard way. Because four months after you started dating, the third one came along, probably the most painful one.

You were all hanging out at a coffee shop you usually went to, the eight of you squeezed on the same table. You were sitting by the wall, Taehyung sitting next to you, your shoulders and knees touching. You distractedly chatted with Yoongi about something random when you grabbed what you thought was your drink. You were surprised by Taehyung’s hand over yours as he took the drink from your hand.

“That’s Yoongi’s drink. It has almond milk, you’re allergic.” He whispered, handing you your drink.

It was a small gesture, but it warmed your heart and you smiled at him before mumbling a small thank you. Jimin noticed and quickly dropped his conversation with Hoseok, turning to the two of you with a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Tae look at you caring for our little (Y/N)” He gasped “Is it them? The one who you’re seeing behind all our backs.”

With six pairs of eyes on you, you were tempted to say yes because, that was exactly what he was doing. But you were curious to see what he was going to say.

“Ew no.” He scoffed “I have better taste.”

Everyone laughed, not taking what he said seriously and quickly returned to their conversations. You sucked in a breath, trying to control your emotions and not seem affected by your boyfriend’s words. And you sat there until the first person decided to leave, which happened to be Jin and you left with him, without a goodbye or a glance.

Jin insisted on walking you back to your dorm and he talked most of the way there until he noticed you hadn’t uttered a word. Part of you was glad that he ended up walking you home because as you heard him ramble about some stupid prank Jungkook had pulled on him and how the youngest was so disrespectful and that he should have done a better job at raising him, you managed to forget for a bit what had happened back at the coffee shop.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked with a frown “You’re oddly quiet.”

“I’m just listening to you.” You shrugged.

You hoped you sounded convincing but you knew he didn't believe in you.

“If you have any problem, you know you can always talk to me, right? Or any of the guys.”

Your breath hitched in your throat after you heard his words. How could you talk about your problems if your problem was one of the guys? How were you supposed to drop the news to your friends that you had been dating Taehyung behind their backs for four months? All that time it felt like you had been doing something you weren’t supposed to, and that’s what you were starting to think you had actually been doing. You felt betrayed, used, sad, angry and so many other emotions that you weren’t sure if they had names.

You stopped once you realized you were outside your dorm, Jin still looking at you expectantly waiting for you to say something. After contemplating for a few seconds, you took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Come on in, I’ll tell you everything.”

And you did. For twenty-five minutes you told Jin everything since that night at the party where Taehyung kissed you. And for twenty-five minutes Jin sat there shocked and angry as he listened.

“So, yeah that’s it.” You finished, unable to make eye contact “And…” You stopped once you felt like you’d start crying “And I don’t know what to do.”

Jin took a deep breath, probably thinking about any way he could comfort you but for the look on his face he couldn't come up with anything.

“Taehyung has a...different personality, sure.” He started “But I think this is too much even for him. And seeing how much this is affecting you, I think you should…”

“Break up with him?” You cut him off “Yeah, I’ve thought about it too. But then he comes over and it’s like...I forget I was even mad in the first place.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. When it comes to Taehyung, I never do.”

As much as you hated to admit it, it was true. When it came to Taehyung you were defenseless and you’d follow him straight into hell if he asked you to. Not that he would. But the situation you were in already felt like hell. So maybe he did, or maybe Taehyung, Satan himself, had lead you there.

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You had to end things, no matter the cost. You tried everything, you did everything to make him comfortable because you loved him and he loved you. But it wasn’t enough. Your relationship with Taehyung was giving you more stress than happiness and you were starting to feel suffocated. What was the point of dating someone if you had to keep it hidden from the world?

You didn't exactly know how to break it to him. You couldn't yell it at him, but you couldn't hide your anger and disappointment. Taehyung had to know how you felt. So when he showed up at your dorm one night, hands stuffed in the pockets of his gray hoodie and avoiding eye contact, you let him in without saying a word. Taehyung sat down at your kitchen table, something unusual and you sat in front of him. You thought for a few minutes what you should say before opening your mouth.

“I think we should break up.” You finally broke the silence.

Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked up at you, confused and hurt.

“Why?”

“I think you know why.”

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, his hands balled into fists in his lap.

“So you’re leaving me too?”

His words angered you. You stood up, your chair screeching against the floor as you pushed it back.

“Don’t.” You pointed a finger at him “Don’t blame this on me Taehyung. I gave you everything. I waited for you, I did everything to make you feel comfortable. I acted like we were fucking strangers in public for you. All for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to do it!” He raised his voice.

“You didn't have to!” You replied in the same tone “I did it because I love you without asking for anything in return. And you kept hurting me over and over again.” You paused “But I went back to you every time because I thought you wouldn’t do it again, that it’d be the last time.”

“You don’t understand!” Taehyung yelled.

“Enlighten me then!”

Taehyung didn't reply. Instead, he lowered his head, slightly out of breath because of his sudden outburst, avoiding your gaze at all costs. He was right, you didn't understand no matter how much you tried. If he didn't open up to you, you’d never understand and things between the two of you would never go right.

“I’m done Tae...I’m done breaking myself into pieces to fit where you’re hurting. I’m not a puzzle piece.” You sigh “I tried, I really did.”

He didn’t say anything once again. No goodbye by the door, no attempt to make you change your mind, nothing. He didn’t put up a fight. It was like Taehyung didn’t want to try and make things right. And that hurt, probably more than anything else in your relationship. More than having to pretend you didn't know him, more than him saying that you weren’t exactly his type because he didn’t want to tell his friends.

Love is blind, they say. And you found this to be true. You didn't see his flaws, his lies, the harsh words that came out of his pretty lips or the way he manipulated you. All you ever wanted was his time, his smile, his laugh, his affection, his love. You loved Taehyung, you loved all of him. And it was exhausting.

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You didn't cry after Taehyung left. The numb feeling in your chest didn’t allow you to do so. You hadn’t processed what happened yet and maybe that was why you were so calm. You kept yourself busy to avoid thinking about Taehyung, you met new people, made new friends and although you didn’t forget about your old ones, you spent less time with them to avoid Taehyung.

You only saw him again two weeks after you broke up when he finally decided to show up to class. The gray hood pulled over his head and hands buried deep in his pockets as he made eye contact with you, a flash of hope in his eyes. That was the first time you allowed yourself to fall apart after everything that happened. But you quickly got it together and paid attention to what the teacher was saying. You had to move on.

Your new friend Jeonghan, from your Biology class, introduced you to Joshua, a cute American transfer with auburn hair and kind eyes. According to him, the two of you were perfect for each other and he wasn’t wrong. You could see how Joshua was perfect for you but you didn’t see him that way, not when your heart and mind were still filled with Taehyung. Joshua knew it too but he was in the same situation as you, so that made you a good pair. Two broken messes seeking comfort in each other.

Over the course of a few months, Joshua had pretty much become your best friend. That numbness you felt, went away and you spent countless nights crying in Joshua’s arms as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered everything would be okay. Other nights, he was the one crying in your arms as his chest ached and his heart bled for someone who didn’t love him anymore.

“What are you ordering?” Joshua asked as the two of you stood in line at the same coffee shop you used to hang out with your other friends.

After passing the exam you had studied so hard for, Joshua decided to treat you after your classes ended. At first, you declined not wanting him to spend money on you but he managed to convince you and that’s how you found yourself in line, head leaning against Joshua’s arm as you waited for your turn.

“Hot chocolate and a muffin.”

After you ordered and got your food and beverages, the two of you found a table. Teasing each other back and forth as you two ate, you almost didn't notice the little bell above the door ringing and a loud group of people walked in. Once you heard the commotion, you turned around your eyes widening as you spotted your friends and quickly turning back around with the same expression on your face.

“What’s wrong?” Joshua asked as he put his drink down.

“It’s him. Taehyung.”

Joshua looked at the boys before looking back at you.

“Which one?”

“The one in the gray hoodie.”

Joshua looked up at Taehyung and took his time observing him. In the meantime, you were antsy, bouncing your leg up and down under the table as you fumbled with the straw of your drink. You didn't know why you were so nervous, maybe because you were out of your comfort zone or maybe because it was the first time after the break up that you saw Taehyung somewhere else other than a lecture hall where you were far away enough from him for it not to be a problem. Sensing your discomfort, Joshua grabbed your hand from across the table.

“Do you want to leave?” You nodded.

You waited for a bit before Joshua went to the bathroom as you prayed they wouldn’t notice you.

“Isn’t that (Y/N)?” Jungkook’s voice reached your ears and you cursed under your breath.

Yet, you didn't turn around hoping they would think they were just confusing you with a random stranger and switch subjects. But that wasn’t the case and you knew it when Taehyung himself sat across from you in the same spot Joshua had been minutes prior.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your tone harsher than you intended it to be “I thought you didn’t want the guys to see this side of you.” You raised your eyebrows at him.

It was petty, sure. But honestly, you didn’t want to have that conversation and Joshua was taking a while, so you just hoped you could get Taehyung to leave before Joshua came back. Taehyung, however, wanted to have that conversation right then and there and there was nothing you could do.

“Don’t be like that...”

“Like what?” You cut him off “I’m just respecting your wishes.” You shrugged.

At some point, it stopped being petty and it turned childish. Anything to get him to leave.

“(Y/N)...” Taehyung sighed “You’re making things harder than they have to be.”

“No, I’m not Taehyung. If anyone did that in here, it was you. Have you told them?” You hissed “Why I stopped hanging out with you?”

“No.” He admitted.

“Then don’t blame it on me.”

Luckily, Joshua came back from the bathroom and you got up, grabbing your bag, ready to leave. But before you could do it, Taehyung grabbed your wrist.

“Is he…” He hesitated “Is he your boyfriend?”

You wanted to say yes. You wanted him to hurt as much as you did all those times he had pretended he didn’t know you, for all the times he dismissed you because of his reputation. But part of you still wanted to protect him, to spare him from the pain of a lie that’d make sure that things definitely had ended between the two of you.

“It’s none of your business.” You freed yourself from his grasp and walked over to Joshua.

When the two of you got back to your dorm, you broke down as soon as you closed the door. After all that happened, he still hadn’t told anyone what happened and you felt guilty for not being around your friends as much anymore. But you couldn't, because you couldn't stand being near Taehyung without crying or yelling, it was too much for you. Did they think you hated them? How were you supposed to tell them what happened? Would they get mad that you did everything behind their backs?

Joshua, just like other times held you until you calmed down, only leaving after he made sure you were tucked in bed asleep. It was a tough time for you and you couldn't thank him enough for being there for you when he felt just as bad as you did. Things were far from okay, but with Joshua by your side they were a little better.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

At the end of that week, Joshua decided to take you out clubbing to cheer you up. You agreed, wanting nothing more than to get your mind off Taehyung at least for a night. So you dressed up and met Joshua outside the fairly popular club he had suggested. Once you were in, you noticed how hot it was in there. Groups were scattered across tables and couches and others were by the bar or on the dance floor partying the night away. You smiled, knowing that in a few moments you’d be exactly like them.

You got yourself a drink, something light and sweet to start off the night as you looked around. Turning to say something to Joshua, you realized he wasn’t there. Maybe you had lost him in the crowd and didn't notice it. While you were looking for him, squeezing yourself in between sweaty and intoxicated bodies, you spotted your friends on one of the couches. Why were they there? From all the nights you could run into them, fate chose that one and that upset you. Jimin noticed you and called you over, turning the other’s attention to you. Since they all had seen you, you couldn't turn around so you walked over to them, your hands slightly shaking and your chest feeling heavy.

“Hi, guys.” You smiled, slightly uncomfortable.

You looked at all of them, noticing that Taehyung wasn’t with them which made you relax. Jin gave you a sympathetic smile, although you could see he was a bit tipsy just like everyone else.

“(Y/N), I missed you.” Hoseok whined loudly while extending his arms out to you, making you laugh.

“I know, I’ve been busy.” You lied.

You hadn't been busy and you were sure they knew it but no one brought it up. Some things were better left unsaid and that was one of those things. Drunk or sober, they couldn't know the truth. It wasn't for you, you had no problem in telling them what actually happened but it didn't come as a surprise to you that you still tried to protect Taehyung after all that happened.

Since Taehyung wasn't there, you felt more comfortable, taking a seat on the couch and enjoying spending time with your friends that you missed so much. For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to have a good time and relax, even forgetting about finding Joshua.

A hand on your shoulder startled you and you looked up, your eyes widening as they landed on Taehyung’s figure. Your breath hitched in your throat and you got up quickly, finally looking him in the eye. Under the bright lights from the club, he looked exhausted and surprised, yet beautiful. You don't know how much time went by until someone reacted and that someone wasn’t you. Taehyung pulled you in, catching you off guard and kissed you. With the music as background and your friends as witnesses just like the first time. You kissed back without realizing you were doing so and the cheers from your friends went unnoticed by the two of you. Once he pulled away, out of breath and with a smile on his face Taehyung brought his hand up to his lips as if to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming.

“It was them?” Jimin yelled from behind you “They were the one you were seeing?”

“I-It was…” Taehyung stuttered, his ears turning red.

You were still too surprised to react. Your heart was beating too fast in your chest to the point where you thought you’d pass out and the loud music from the club was nothing but faint noise to your ears. And suddenly, reminded of how serious the situation was, you pulled yourself together.

“We need to talk…” Taehyung nodded and led you outside with a tight grip on your hand as if he was scared you’d change your mind and leave.

The music had faded and you tried to ignore how pretty he looked under those neon lights just like he had the first time. You focused on trying to get your thoughts in order before you spoke.

“Okay, but what the fuck?” It was the first thing you said after a few minutes of silence “You can’t do this to me Taehyung. You…you can’t just kiss me after all these months because you feel like it!”

“I know.” He started “Please let me explain.” Taehyung waited for you to nod before continuing “I hid us from everyone, I pretended you didn’t exist when we were out. I know and I’m...I’m sorry.” He paused “I wanted, fuck I still do, to hold your hand whenever I want, to hug you, to kiss you, to love you but...it’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself to be...me that I don’t know what that is anymore. I was so scared of people leaving me that I found a way to distance myself but I wasn’t aware that it’d push you away too.”

Taehyung paused to take a deep breath, his eyes glossy and his hands slightly shaky. Without thinking you grabbed his hands, hoping it’d provide him some comfort and encourage him to keep going.

“And I know it’s selfish of me to want you back after what I did.” He continued staring down at your intertwined hands “But there’s nothing that I want more.”

“Tae…” He lifted his eyes to look at you “I-I know nothing about you. I opened my heart and soul to you and all you did was push me away repeatedly. I don't know if I can keep doing this. I’m so tired of running after you when you won’t even take a step for me.” You admitted, eyes filled with tears as you so desperately tried not to spill them.

You were done crying for Taehyung.

“You’re right.” He admitted and after a sigh, he continued “I don't know much about the real me anymore but what I do know is that my name is Kim Taehyung, I’m from Daegu and I’m in love with you. I’m not afraid of admitting it anymore. I’m afraid of losing you and I’m afraid of changing but...you make me want to be a better person. For you, for me, for us. I didn't mean to push you away. I’m scared of letting people see me vulnerable and I don’t think before I act when they do. Nothing I say will make you feel better, I know...but most importantly, the thing you should know about me is that in my own fucked up way I love you and I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you.”

His tone, sad and desperate as if your rejection would be his death, wrenched at your heart. He sounded so different from the all the harsh words you had heard out of his mouth before that it felt like someone was talking for him. Adding to all the things you had noticed about Taehyung before, there was this whole new personality that seemed to finally make sense and why he acted the way he did. And in that same personality, you saw how much he wanted to change, how desperate he was to do so. The days where he was quiet and moody and been the ones where he struggled with himself the most and didn’t have the energy to distract himself by being the life of the party. You saw everything as if a light had been directed right into Taehyung’s heart.

Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your cheek and you noticed that he still hadn’t let go of your hands as if he was scared that he’d never get the chance to hold them again.

“So please tell me that it’s not too late. Please tell me that you still love me.” He pleaded as if it was the only thing he had ever wanted in his life.

“I-It’s not. It’s not too late.”

With a sigh of relief, Taehyung closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you again. The two of you made up outside a club under the neon lights that spelled out a name you never bothered to learn just like everything started. Taehyung kissed you until he couldn't breathe until he felt dizzy and his lungs screamed for air and he had to pull away. And once he felt like he wasn’t going to pass out from the lack of oxygen he kissed you again and again and again until your friends came to check up on you outside. And even then, Taehyung didn't let go of you his arm wrapped around your waist when he finally admitted in front of everyone that he was in love with you, his eyes never leaving your face as he looked at you as if you were the treasure he had been looking for his entire life.

And whether Taehyung was an angel or the devil himself, it didn't matter to you anymore. He was yours and the world knew it.

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Lessa 3 Ch 2

https://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=603159&no=114

I don’t really do any QC/proofing for these translations, but it does happen and i reword things when i’m actually scanslating.

White is a tsundere. 

1.          s: vrooom 2. 3.          s: fling 4.     a. ......     b. what's this. 5.          s: creepy feel 6.     a. Geez...     b. What's all this black everywhere? 7.     a. Ash...? 8.     a. ah          s: slip 9.     a. That's... a militia uniform? 10. 11.     a. ......? 12.     a. Let's go.     b. ...uh... 13.     a. I can't drive because I can't see ahead.     b. I'm going to need your help?     c. ...... 14.          s: bump bump 15.     a. Um...     b. Do you know the militia  guys?          s: bump     c. Mm 16.          s: bump 17.     a. Have these guys... died?          s: wind whistling 18.     a. I mean, I have no idea what's going on right now.          s: bump bump     b. Even though I was under Ares for a long time, I don't know anything...     c. since forever ago... 19.     a. What's Ares doing now?     b. He couldn't have died to that red headed idiot, right? 20.     a. Are you listening to me? 21.     a. eh?          s: peek 22.     a. ehhh? 23.     a. ehhhhhh? 24.          s: wind whistling     a. The hell?! 25.     a. W..why so randomly?!     b. What are you doing!! 26.     a. Hey!          s: flip 27.          s: ba-dump ba-dump     a. ?1 28.     a. The hell's this?     b. Is his heart... shining...?          s: ba-dump ba-dump 29.          s: tap...     a. !! 30.     a. ...White     b. If I fall asleep...wake me up.     c. There isn't much time... 31.     s: scritch scritch 32.     a. Even if I try to wake him up, he doesn't get up. 33.     a. Is this bastard broken or something... 34.          s: scratch scratch     a. Oof. this wasn't in the job description, what the hell am i doing here~!!     b. So irritating!! 35.          s: pinch 36.     a. HURRY UP AND WAKE UP YOU DAMN GEEZER!!! SHITTY SHORTY!!          s: shouts 37.     a. Oh this is kind of fun          s: hmm 38.     a. Baldy     b.  *some insulting curse word i can’t tell?* 39.     a. loser bit...          s: smack 40.     a. Kyaak     b. ah 41.     a. screw your "ah"!!     b. ughh... 42.     a. The hell are you! Why you suddenly falling asleep!     b. About what you asked.          s: haa.. 43.     a. Ares is dead. 44.     a. ...     b. ...what? 45.     a. Was it that red head...? 46.     a. Basically.     b. Yes. 47.     a. ...i see 48.     a. Don't ask for the details.     b. My heart isn't in a good state right now.     c. ...... 49.     a. Che, it's better this way     b. Those days under those bastards were like hell! Even dead he's a cheap bastard. 50.     a. Right.          s: ! 51.     a. What you say is true. 52.     a. ...... 53.     a. Liar     b. Looks like you don't think that way. 54.     a. Ares hated you     b. By whatever means how he might surpass you, how he might kill you     c. Since he always experimented on me. 55.     a. That guy was truely trash.     b. You forget about him too.     c. What? 56.     a. ...are you comforting me? 57.     a. What I mean is forget about bitter mistakes and let's not be so watery.          s: and it's not like I was comforting you or anything....?     b. ...watery?     c. Because I don't feel like nursing you 58.     a. Oh. oh no,     b. Were you worried about me?          s: heek     c. That's absolutely not the case, so screw off 59.     a. urgh you and someone like me from the new generation really can't comunicate.          s: pat pat 60.     a. Let's go.     b. You said you didn't have much time. 61. 62. 63.     a. Reveal your form.          s: rooar 64.     a. Luciel 65.     a. You deceived Mikael's noble sacrifice, 66.     a. And you stole the life of a soul. 67.     a. You shall receive the wages of your sins. 68.     a. No. 69.     a. Father.     b. I do not fear you anymore.

[hyperactivewhore]

Can't let gang know the ending of TVD physically and emotionally destroyed me

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Unexpected”

The two main departments in the Shadow World are always competing: “Villains That Hate Each Other” division wants villains to detest their peers, while “Match Made In Hell” agency wants villains to fall in love. Very competitive departments, always fighting to steal the glory from one another. And the rivalry is about to escalate since the infamous Joker and notorious Y/N don’t even know they are about to change the balance in the Underworld. If it only was that easy…

“Hello, Mister Joker,” you greet as you enter the room set up for the meeting at his hideout near Gotham’s Art Museum. As soon as your eyes meet his, your heart is beating faster:

Ughh, you can’t stand him.

“Hm, if it’s not my favorite person on the planet,” J growls, irritated Dixon is sending his daughter to negotiate… again. As soon as he sees that smug expression on your face, his heart is beating faster:

Ughh, he totally detests you.

In the Shadow World, the alarm starts blaring almost instantly: “Villains That Hate Each Other” department is in absolute chaos !

“Are you kidding me?!” the oldest entity screams with frustration. “ What the hell is going on?!”

The Dark Shadow is in charge of this esteemed division and not happy for the moment: he is watching the “Hate Statistics” concerning the infamous Joker and notorious Y/N going down with alarming velocity.

The other subordinates gathered around, astound at the emergency: two villains that are supposed to despise one another forever are beginning to gravitate towards the opposite.

“Ummm, I don’t think it’s looking good sir,” one of the Shadows points out the obvious and the boss retaliates.

“I can see that, you idiot!” he snaps, infuriated. “ Did something trigger this?!”

“Nothing in particular sir; the feeling is just growing stronger within both of them,” the youngest Shadow informs. “ Every time Y/N sees The Joker, she thinks she hates him, but she’s actually falling in love: she doesn’t know the difference. Same with The Joker: every time he sees Y/N he thinks he hates her but he’s actually falling for the woman; he doesn’t know the difference. “

“Absolutely horrible and unacceptable !” the venerable elder huffs, displeased. “We can’t lose them in favor of the other department !”

He is surely talking about the “Match Made In Hell” Division that pairs up villains: The Dark Shadows working there wanted you and The Joker together since you were born.

The two departments are always competing: “Villains That Hate Each Other” section wants villains to detest their peers, while “Match Made In Hell” wants villains to fall in love. Very competitive divisions, always fighting to steal the glory from one another.

“What are we going to do, Your Darkness?” the second in command asks.

“Not sure…” the leader debates. “Let’s see how it goes today and we’ll go from there. One thing is sure: we can’t lose them to the other department!” he sneers, annoyed with the excited screams coming from “Match Made In Hell” quarters: The Shadows there are celebrating, watching the “Love Statistics” for you and The Joker going up; they hoped that would happen for years!!!

***************

You ignore J’s remark, taking a sit in the chair in front of him.

The King of Gotham analyzes that perfect tailored suit you’re wearing: black pants and red jacket, staring at your cleavage for a few seconds without even realizing. A little bit of your lacy bra shows and for some reason it’s hypnotizing. I mean, he saw plenty of bras before but… “E-hem, “ you interrupt his thoughts, fake coughing since you noticed his eyes glaring at your boobs. “I think I bumped into your girlfriend on my way inside. Such a sweet, adorable girl,” you grin and realize he’s still gazing towards that captivating piece of bra stiking out on top of your low cut red jacket.

Sicko, you bite your lower lip and move in your sit in order to distract him.

The King of Gotham is finally paying attention and those intense blue eyes make you nervously bite on your cheek.

“Yeah, she’s soooo sweet,” he smirks, arrogant and full of himself.

“I guess you like sweet girls?” you sarcastically laugh and his smirk transforms into a frown.

“Excuse me?” J sucks on his teeth, considering twisting your neck until it snaps.

“I always see you with these obedient, little cute things,” you chuckle, not knowing why he’s getting on your nerves. “Don’t you actually want to work for it? Feels more rewarding, I’m telling you,” you cross your legs, concluding he definitely needs some love advice.

“Work for what?” the grouchy tone inquires.

“Ahhh, you know what I’m talking about,” you wink, amused.

“Why, you’re volunteering for a trial?” the even more bitter voice echoes in your ears.

“Not at all!” God forbids! you think, appalled. Me and him?! Yuck!

“Then why are you bringing that up?” he taps his fingers on his cane, the corners of his mouth lifted in a very entitled smile.

“Just making conversation, Mister Joker,” you sigh, realizing your eyes have been lingering around his abs and that almost unbuttoned shirt for too long.

His skin must be sooo soft, you catch yourself thinking while licking your lips. Oh, ewww, who cares?! you snap out of it, mad at your dumb self.

“Well then, let’s get down to business,” J impatiently blurs out. “How much is your father willing to pay for…”

“Misssterrrrrr Jaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy,” is heard on the hallway. “Miiiiisssterrr Jaaaaayyyyyy,” the whining gets closer.

The Joker’s left eye is twitching.

The screechy voice resonates one more time:

“Miiiiiisteeeerr Jaaaaaaaaayyyy, are you still here?”

He cringes and it makes you tilt your head with delight:

“I think your little girlfriend is back; yet you don’t seem excited,” and Y/N making fun of that right under his nose prompts the Clown Prince of Crime to growl:

“Shut up, woman and mind your own business!”

“I would if I could but that adorable girl is very distracting. How can we take care of our business if she snatches you away?“ you rightfully declare, changing the meaning of his words.” Men are helpless,” you get off your chair, stepping towards him. ”You need my expertise?” and the mischievous twinkle in your eyes creates a sudden surge of evilness within him also.

The Joker giving you a psychotic stare counts as approval: he needs a hand but too proud to ask.

What is she doing? J watches you, puzzled.

You take a deep breath and a seductive moan escapes your throat:

“Oh my Gooood, yeesss! Oh, Gooood, don’t stop!”

The Joker is taken aback by your provocative screams.

“Ahhh! Oh yes, that’s the spot, baby! Ahhhh, keep going Daddy!” you bend over and kiss him, then smear the red lipstick on his chin, pull on his shirt until his shoulders are completely exposed.

“Misssterrrrr Jaaayyyy,” his girlfriend knocks at the door, trying to open it. It’s always closed during negotiations because J doesn’t like his meetings interrupted. “What’s going on in there?” she frets, attempting to pry the door open.

“Oh, God, it feels so goooood”, you unbutton your jacket and toss it on the floor, panting and breathing really loud. You lower the straps of your bra in a hurry, unzipping his pants and yours too. J doesn’t stop you; he just enjoys the little show and how perfectly you fake it. “Ah, I think I’m close baby!”

More screams and moaning.

He doesn’t make a sound when you mess up his green hair; not a single protest against your action and he hates people touching his perfect locks.

You mess up your hair also, get a leg out of your pants and slowly limp towards the door with your compromising attire, while screaming so the girl can hear it.

You count up to 20 then open the door; she is banging at the heavy oak with her fists and gasps when she sees you like that.

You calmly blow the hair off your face, pulling up your underwear.

“What do you want?” you bark, moving out of the way so she can see The Joker peeled out of his shirt, sarcastically grinning.

“That’s …t-that’s my boyfriend!! “ she stutters, vexed to discover such atrocity unfolding in his office.

“So?! Wait for your turn, girl !” you huff, still panting. “I was almost there and you interrupted! That’s unacceptable!”

“W-what?! “

“ I don’t like my sexcapades coming at an abrupt halt because people can’t wait for their turn !” you lift your boobs in your bra, cracking your back in the process. “He’s mine for the next hour; come back afterwards!” and slam the door in her face, waiting.

“Miiisssstteerrrr Jaaaaaaayyyyyy,” the unbearable voice cries, “This is the last straw!!! I’ve tolerated enough!!! Do you hear me?! I am out of here and don’t try to stop me!”

You roll your eyes and hear his girlfriend stomp on the wooded floor, silence taking over afterwards.

“There, done. You’re welcome,” you nonchalantly dress up, getting in your pants again and picking up your jacket, buttoning up the silver clasps. ”Jesus, that voice she has!” you shiver, over exaggerating a bit.

“That was really good,” The Joker praises, fixing himself up. “You’re a good faker, you know that?”

“U-hum,” you agree, reprising your position on the chair in front of The King of Gotham.

“You have to do this pretty often?” he reaches for the cane and grabs it from the floor.

“Nope. As a rule, I never fake it: if a man can’t satisfy me, I am not going to strike his ego just because. No point in that,” the honest response makes J chuckle.

“I meant helping men getting rid of unwanted girlfriends,” he scratches his arm, eager to finish the negotiations after the eventful evening. “Back to business?”

“Of course,” you agree, just like nothing happened.

“You want something to drink?” The Joker offers and you nod a no.

“I’m good, thanks. OK, my father offers half a million dollars for the merchandise,” you bluntly bring the news to the King of Gotham.

“I want double,” J grumbles, certain he can get it.

“Half a million, Mister J.”

“NO, double!”

You stare at each other, visibly annoyed.

“Seven hundred thousand,” you cut him some slack, aware his merchandise is very good quality.

“One million!” he fights back.

“Seven fifty and you’re taking me to dinner!”

“Deal!” he is fast to agree before you finish. “Wait, what?!”

“You owe me and I’m hungry. Let’s go!” you signal him, getting up again.

“Not so fast ! I answered before debating!” J attempts to get out of it.

You open the door and turn around, exhaling.

“We’ll give you eight hundred thousand, alright? And you are still taking me to dinner!”

“I want a million!”

“Fine! “ you yell, irritated by how stubborn and obnoxious The Joker is all the time.

That’s why you can’t stand him.

“You’re still taking me to dinner! Tonight would be nice, Mister Joker. Come on, hurry up!” you almost get out of the office and he won’t budge.

“I need a few moments,” he mumbles.

“WHY?!” you almost shout, angered.

“I can’t walk properly; you got me all aroused with that terrific performance of yours. The effects are still lingering,” a not very enthusiastic Joker admits.

“Are you serious?” you cross your arms on your chest, antagonized.

“Yeap.”

“I don’t have time for this,” you step inside the room again, locking the door. “I want to go out and I can’t afford to wait until the effects of my show will naturally go away. We’ll just have to get it out of your system now,” you start undressing… again, this time for reals.

J is savoring the striptease, reckoning that even if he hates you, the night turned in his favor: he got his million, got rid of his girlfriend and he’s apparently going to have sex anyway.

I’m so amazing, he thinks, wrapping his arms around your waist when you straddle his lap.

You enjoy undressing him, realizing that even if you hate J, the night turned in your favor: you had fun, got the confirmation of your awesome manipulating abilities and you’re going to have sex on top of it.

Not too bad for two people detesting each other.

***************

You enter the restaurant, closely followed by The Joker. The waiter greets both of you, straining not to glare like an idiot at the two regular guests. Why?

Because The Clown Prince of Crime and Y/N seem they just escaped some kind of war: J has his lip busted and scratches standing out on his pale skin, not that he tries to hide it; his shirt is still unbuttoned but at least he can walk normal.

You have hickeys and bites all over your neck and cleavage and some other places for sure, not that you try to hide it: you’re not using a scarf or anything. Why bother? At least made it to dinner on time and that’s what you wanted.

Once you are sited at the table, you scrawl through the menu, not sure on what you crave.

“That was fun,” you open the conversation, reading through the pages of options.

“Did you fake it?” J casually brings it up since his pride is at stake, scrolling through his menu.

“I told you I don’t bother. If you heard any sounds coming out of me, they were genuine,” you smack your lips, his taste lingering in the back of your mind. “What about you? Did you fake it?”

“I purr and groan a storm only if I’m into it,” he explains, quickly glancing your way.“So if you heard any sounds coming out of me, they were authentic.”

“You did purr and groan a lot,” you smile, remembering how loud J was.

“Maybe I did, but your screams were deafening,” he snorts and it rubs you the wrong way.

“You were louder!”

“No, you were!” he defends his actions.

“You’re so cocky, you know that?!” you give him a mean stare and he returns the favor:

“And you’re atrocious, woman! I never want to see you again!”

“See me again?! Ha ! I would be insane to do that again!” you sulk, wanting to leave but you’re hungry.

The Joker feels the need to be a jerk but instead what comes out his mouth is this:

“Same time tomorrow then?”

“Yes,” you grouchily reply, not being able to concentrate on the food choices since your answer bothers the hell out of you.

******************

“Villains That Hate Each Other” and “Match Made In Hell” departments are stunned: The Joker’s and Y/N names are now showing in both divisions. The “Hate Statistics” and “Love Statistics” keep going up and down, but the names stay on the boards for both sectors.

It’s the first time in The Shadow World when two competitive agencies are not divided but united by their villains: the two humans love and hate each other in the same time with such ferocity it’s impossible to break the connection.

And nobody can say they’re faking it.

Also read: MASTERLIST

http://diyunho(dot)tumblr(dot)com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

[daehwifi]

Cafe Seongwoo Au

- admin xion

genre: fluff member: ong seongwoo word count: 802 requested: nope side notes: i wANNA FINISH THE CAFE SERIES BECAUSE UPDATING THE PREVIOUS ONES SUCK BECAUSE I HAVE TO SCROLL SO MUCH UGHH

aLRIGGT TIME FOR ANOTHER CAFE POST THAT WILL TAKE ME FOREVER TO UPDATE ON THE PREVIOUS POST YEET

time lapse ::

you had a bad habit of falling asleep

(legit me but okay)

you’re sleeping scehdule would be all over the place due to university

since you practically force your eyes open during lecture halls, you’d go home, study or do some assignments then completely pass out for 10 hours

you found coffee toO Bitter

but desperate times come for desperate measures

there was a local cafe nearby

you went a few times, but you decided to go there daily to get a small cup of coffee so you can stay awake better during lecture halls

and it really does help

for a good 5 hours until you need another cup of coffee so you can stay awake during assignments and study time

you decided to change locations instead of studying in your bed (which only helps you fall asleep more) to the local cafe

there was a cute guy there, in which it slightly encouraged you to go there a bit more often just to see him but thATS NOT THE CASE

ong seongwoo was his name btw according to his name tag

it’s been helping a lot

the smell of coffee in the air helps you stay awake

you’ve been slowly becoming a coffee addict

cuRRENT TIME SKIP WOOSH

you were doing the usual routine at the cafe

ordered a small cup of black coffee

assignements

earbuds in with music playing

and staying awake

you’ve been here for almost 4 hours now and your cup of coffee was empty

“ehhh i’ll be fine,” you said to yourself

bUT SIKE YOU WEREN’T

10 mins after you said that, you could feel the drozziness come over you as your eyes became heavy and your head felt like weights leaning back and forward multiple times

your laptop scren became blurry as the music faded out

and bam

you fell asleep in a cafe

congrats

time skip woosh

waking up, you were in shock

you took a 5 hour nap

it’s now 9pm

the cafe hasn’t closed yet thankfully

“fuCK” you mumbled to yourself

you noticed a cup of coffee on top of your book with a sticky note on it

“goodluck on ur assignment! by the way, the answer to question 6 is C,”

someone bought you coffee

is this a prank?

should you accept?

or is this just a kind gesture and you’re neing overreactive?

you eventually made up your mind and took a sip of the coffee

black coffee

iT WAS SAFE

“phew,” you mumbled to yourself

packing up, you decided to head home before it got more dark

time skip woosh

yOU WERE AT THE CAFE ONCE AGAIN WOW

with another iced black coffee

your laptop

etc

and begun to study

winter was coming and it was getting a bit cold

and the cafe didn’t turn on the heater

you guessed it was because they worked with a lot of hot water, so they wouldn’t notice and it’d be a hassle for them

but then your eyes slowly got heavier and heavier

you slapped yourself a few times 

in which helped for 2 minutes or so

until 

woosh

you passed out again

congrats

waking up, you felt a slight bit warmer

you noticed a coat was left draping over your shoulders

no one but the workers to be in sight

another sticky note was left on your coffee

“you seemed a bit cold, and don’t worry about the jacket! just give me it back tomorrow! i’ll be working all day. just go to the cashier and ask for seongwoo, i’ll be there,” the note said

the jacket was warm and soft

seongwoo you mumbled

you wondered if it was that pretty boy who worked here

prOBABLY NOT

nEXT DAY WOW ANOTHER TIME SKIP

you showed up to the cafe, with the jacket in your hand

you did the steps the sticky note told you

“uhh, is seongwoo here?”

“hi, i’m seongwoo!

is that my jacket?” he asks with a small smile

his smile

it was like you were hit with lightning

how cOULD YOU NOT NOTICE HOW ATTRACTIVE HE IS

it was so soft and delicate

his cheeks formed up a bit as he looked so at ease

“uuh, y-yeah,” you stuttered as you handed it to him over the cash register

you could feel your hand quiver a bit

i relate a lot

“and an americano, right?” he spoke

“uh, actually today i’m heading out to some party, but i thought i should return this to you first,” 

“ahh, i see, well thanks!” he says 

you slowly walked out of the cafe as you took a long glance at him

maybe your new addiction shouldn’t be coffee

but instead

him (;

[indigenousgurl]

Soulmates 02

Kaya x Jackson

Kaya pronounced: ky-YAAH

Genre: fan fiction, angst, fluff, romance, fate

Summary: Kaya is a knockout, the most beautiful girl in town. She’s the girl in every man’s dreams and the envy if every woman she encounters. With her high taste for fashion, carefree living and outgoing personality one would think she has it all but she’d give up all of that in a second. You see, she’s terminally ill and the doctors say she only have 3 months left to live. She’s never told anyone about her sickness, not even her best friend; in fear of too many broken hearts in the end. She’s never had a serious relationship with a guy because ultimately, they’ll both be broken. That’s when he walked into her life and knocked down all the walls she’d built, ruined all her plans and swept her off her feet.

Will she walk away and avoid breaking his heart or will she finally let herself love and be loved?

At 6:45am the alarm went off.

Kaya set it for earlier today because she wanted to take a peaceful walk along the beach before work. She lives in a tropical climate where it’s summer everyday! Her favorite kind of weather.

After finishing breakfast, she put on her makeup and clothes. Today she decided on wearing a sparkly gold eyeshadow, pink lips and popping highlighter. Of course she couldn’t forget the foundation, contour and frosty pink blush. Those are the essentials.

Once her makeup was done, she headed back into her bedroom and opened up the walk in closet. After rummaging through all the choices, she pulled out a pair of high wasted, ripped, light blue skinny jeans.

To go along with it, Kaya decided on a white-elastic layered, smocked crop top. For shoes, she picked out a pair of rusty gold-high heel sandals. And last but not least, accessories, the icing on the cake!

Heading over to her jewelry box she fished out some chandelier earrings with sparkly cubic zirconias, a gold-three layered cross necklace and a matching gold bracelet and some pretty rings.

Finally ready to go, she grabbed her purse, phone and keys and headed out the door.

The beach is right across the street from her house so she strides on over and is on the sand within a minute or two.

Carrying her shoes, Kaya began walking along the shore not caring that her jean cuffs were getting wet. The sky is tinted purple that bleeds into a deep pink. The sun just beginning to peak it’s way up and touch the skyline. Closing her eyes, Kaya breathed in the salty sea air and listened to the steadily crashing waves. This was perfect, right here, right now. She was at peace in this moment, all her worries and troubles seemed far away in the vast distance. 

Kaya was beginning to make her way back when her phone alarm went off, signaling to start heading to work.

She reached into her back pocket and turned off the alarm and saw she had a few texts from her friend Mia.

Mia: "Hey Kaya! I know you’re heading to work soon but don’t forget our lunch plans for today!! Te amo chica💖"

Kaya smiled and replied,

Kaya: "Don’t worry, I didn’t forget!😇 Hasta luego querida"

She put the phone in her back pocket, rinsed off her feet and slid on her heels. People always think she’s crazy for walking around in heels a lot but Kaya didn’t really care. They can think anything they want to but that’s not going to stop her from enjoying the things she loves! 

"Who cares what anyone thinks? Why go through life unnoticed? You only have three months left to live anyway, what does it matter now?" She thought to herself.

Kaya arrived at her coffee shop right on time, despite having a little guy trouble on the street.

"Men, they just can’t help themselves can they?" She thought, shaking her head.

The morning was busy today, customers crowded into the little coffee shop and fought over their place in line.

She had a hard time keeping up with all the orders and even made a few mistakes.

"Hey I ordered a frozen coffee with extra sweetener! This is too bitter." Exclaimed one customer. "Sorry about that, I can give you another one!" She reassured.

"No, I want a refund!"

She sighed, people could be so rude. "Come over to the register." She gestured. Now everything would get backed up, great, just great.

"Have a great day!" Kaya said, handing over the last coffee to the last customer on this busy morning.

"Thank you!" They said, as they walked on out.

Finally the place was empty! Kaya checked her phone for the time, 12:05pm. "Time for lunch!" She said to herself.

Sliding her apron over her head and hanging it up, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. After placing a not on the glass door that read Out to lunch!She began walking down the sidewalk.

The sky was overcast but the air was nice and warm. A slight breeze rustled through her long hair and cooled her skin, carrying the salty ocean scent with it. Vendors were selling delicious fruits and colorful clothes along the street. Some tried to sell her their jewelry or latest pieces of art but she kindly turned them down.

A few blocks down was the pizza place where she was meeting her friend. It was her go-to place to hang out, enjoying a cherry coke and a slice of pepperoni pizza.

She texted her saying she was there and Mia replied, "By the window!"

Kaya turned around and spotted Mia smiling, she waved her to come over and join her.

"¡Hola chica!" Kaya smiled, sitting down at the table. "I already ordered for you, the usual right?" She asked taking a sip of her soda.              "Of course!" Kaya exclaimed, just as the waiter came by with an ice cold cherry coke. 

"So how’s your shop coming along?" Mia asked, resting her elbows on the table.

"It’s going great! Business is doing good, can’t complain." Kaya shrugged. "How’s your clothing store doing?" She asked, sipping her coke.

"Well... it’s kinda’ slow right now, I mean I just opened it up. But I think it’ll be a hit once the word gets out."                                                                             Mia just opened up her own clothing store, she designs clothes. Kaya and Mia always bond over fashion, it’s how they became friends...BEST friends!

The food arrived after a few minutes, a big slice of pepperoni pizza for Kaya and a deluxe for Mia. She liked all the toppings.

"This looks awesome!" She exclaimed, before taking a huge bite. Kaya took a bite of her pizza as well, savoring the delicious spices and perfect amount of cheese.

Kaya and Mia enjoyed the next 45 minutes talking, laughing, catching up and joking around. It felt so good to be with her friend and to laugh with someone, forgetting all her troubles for a moment. And before they knew it, it was time to get back to work.

"Thanks so much girl, this was fun!" Kaya smiled, bringing Mia into a tight hug. "Haha! Anytime Kaya." She pulled away. "Nice outfit by the way!" She exclaimed, admiring Kaya’s clothes.

Kaya did a little spin for her and laughed. "Thanks!! I learned from the master!"

After saying their goodbyes, Mia and Kaya both parted ways; heading to their jobs. Kaya took out her earbuds and put "Dias Como Hoy" by the Barrio Boyzz on repeat. She likes a TON of music but today was a Barrio Boyzz kinda’ day.

The smile on her face never left as she glided along the sidewalk, passing by all the colorful shops and people. Today was turning out to be so beautiful, the mood, the air, everything! Walking along to the rhythm, she found herself thinking about Jackson. It wasn’t really intentional, he just sort of appeared in her head.

And she hoped she would see him today.

It only took 10 minutes and she was already back at the counter ready for customers.

Customer after customer and still...no sign of Jackson.

She was thinking about him all day. The way he smiled at her, the way he ran those sexy fingers through his hair, the way his voice sounded, the way he dressed, his amazing features...EVERYTHING!

Everything about him haunted her, it was impossible to stop him from appearing in her mind.

She sighed, beginning to lose hope for the day.

Maybe he isn’t coming today... maybe that was just a one time thing. I mean he never came in before. Maybe he won’t ever come back ughh!

The wait was torturing her! For some odd reason she craved Jackson’s presence...and she barley even knew him!

I know, crazy right? I guess he left an unforgettable impression on her or something.

Or maybe it was so much more than that...maybe it was just too deep that she couldn’t realize it.

Couldn’t realize that he was her soulmate.

Just as she was giving up...that’s when he walked in.

He walked right on in, glided straight over to her and flashed that killer smile of his.

Her heart fluttered.

"Hi Jackson...what can I interest you in today?" She asked, playing with her hair and returning the smile.

Jackson’s heart skipped a beat.

He took a quick glance at the menu and then looked back at you. "Surprise me!" He winked at her before turning around to sit down at a table by the window.

She felt her cheeks heat up a little. Did he really just wink at me? Or was there something in his eye...he had something in his eye right? Yes! That had to be it...

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she began fixing up a special cup of coffee for him. Nutella Blended Coffee that is... it was a recipe bound for success!

After adding the finishing touches of whipped cream and a caramel drizzle, she carried the mug over to him.

Jackson looked up from his phone and smiled at her once again. "Thank you, this looks good!" He exclaimed, before taking a sip. "Here sit down." He gestured to the seat in front of him.

"Ummm I should probably get back to work." Kaya said, unable to wipe that stupid grin off her face. He was just so cute and for some reason, she felt as if she’d known him forever...

"C’mon there’s like nobody here, just sit down for one second...please?" He asked, pleading with those adorable puppy eyes that made a refusal close to impossible.

"Ughh fine, you win!" Defeated, she plopped down in the chair in front of him and rested her chin in her hand. Studying his beautiful features as he sipped his coffee.

"So Kaya, how long have you worked here?" He asks, leaning back in his chair. "Well, I opened up this shop about 3 years ago." She answered.                 "Wow! You own this place?!" He asked, sitting up with enthusiasm.                      She nodded your head "Yup."        

"So how’d you find out about my coffee shop?" Kaya asked, curiously twisting her hair.

"Well...I was just walking around and said to myself Man, I could really use some coffee right now! And it just so happened that I was walking right past this place and...decided to give it a try." He explained. "And here I am!"

He said, thinking about the REAL reason as to why he came into her coffee shop.

"Well Kaya, the real reason I came here is because I spotted this beautiful girl through the window. Wiping down the tables and gliding across the floor with ease. I just had to meet her, had to say something, anything! I felt so attracted to her I almost couldn’t fight it."

But of course, he couldn’t tell her any of this.

"Interesting..." Kaya said, thoughtfully. "What kind of music do you like?" She asked, leaning forward closer to Jackson.

And just like that, 2 hours passed by.

Kaya and Jackson found themselves talking, laughing and totally flirting with each other.

It was was past closing time when Jackson finally got up to leave.

"This was fun Kaya...getting to know you and stuff..." He rubbed the back of his neck, shyly looking into her light brown eyes.

"Yeah! It was really nice." Kaya exclaimed happily. She was in the best mood she’d ever been in since the doctor visit.

"Well...I’ll see you around!" Jackson said, waving to Kaya before walking out of he shop.

Back at her house, Kaya curled up on her living room couch with a delicious bowl of ice cream and popped in a romance movie.

Her heart was all warm and fuzzy. Thoughts of Jackson danced all around in her head, she couldn’t get him out and she didn’t want to get him out. At least not in this moment.

But she was just too excited.

She kept replaying their conversation over and over, smiling to herself as she remembered all of Jackson’s funny jokes and smart remarks. She tossed and turned, trying to shake him’ out of her head. She counted sheep, got a glass of water, walked around her bedroom, tried listening to music...Nothing worked!

The sun was peaking it’s way up into the sky when Kaya finally dozed off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

The last image she saw before she closed her eyes was Jackson’s bright and smiling face. Even though he hadn’t visited her dreams that night, he was still waiting for her in reality when she awoke.

[survivorathena-allstars]

Rites of Passage

It is time for the Rites of Passage. Take this time to reflect on your journey in this game as well as the people who left for you four to be where you are now. 

Please play the audio and enjoy your experience. 

fuck my tribe ! 

Ali Unfortunately, you were the only player this season I never got to play with, which is a real shame! I think you are one of the iconic faces of the Athena series, so it was only fitting that you went out in the blaze of glory your tribal sounded like it was! I hope to see you around in a VL or something and get the chance to know you!   

Dana So sorry you were the first to go girl!

Kevin I love the W I N N E R of Motu Maha!! I'm sad you died so early on bc we needed a redemption arc. But at least I didn't betray you so wink

Zach Despite us never being on a tribe together, I was really looking forward to getting the chance to play with you!! I’m sorry that OG Elaenia did you that dirty. I love you and Cookie to the moon; the most iconic duo truly (:

Even tho im second boot yall still ugly

Ali Ahhhh Julia, I’m trying to speak very carefully, as I don’t want to unwittingly curse myself more than we were all already cursed by you! I am genuinely sorry you went so early, especially listening to you on tribe calls and such, you seemed like a wild, iconic personality that it was a shame for the season that you went so soon. I actually was quite intimidated by you and the stories you would tell on calls, but it made the early stages of the game a very fun experience  

Dana We never played together, but I hope you enjoyed your time in this game!

Zach Julia… I can’t even begin to apologize for how sorry I am. I was really fake with you, and i’m sorry. You are a great person and absolutely so funny and adorable and I love you sooo much!! I hope nothing in this game was taken personally, and that we can continue being friends outside the game <3

Was so happy to be back for the short time that I was around. Needless to say, I finally wore a shirt and went premerge? Never again.

Ali UGHH. Time for my first soppy paragraph of the Rites of Passage. It's been a real pleasure to play with you twice. You always bring this energy of positive and light to games, that makes you such a fun personality and presence to be around. Our whole tribe just sat on call saying how lovely you were, after the tribal when you went home and for good reason. It's been my pleasure to get to know you, and I hope you’ll be sticking around in the community so we can actually talk outside of these games for once, because you seem like a lovely person.  

Dana My friend from Kiribati! I’m sad we never got to play together.

Zach Definitely one of the most fun people on OG Vireao!! You’re honestly adorable and genuinely a sweet soul and I really did enjoy getting to know you and chat with you about swimming and everything!! :] Your vote was actually such a hard one, and I remember the Vireao tribe was just on call afterwards like… talking about how awful we felt and EVERYTHING and awh. Robbed legend, truly.

I had an amazing (short) time in this game. I’m so honored to have been chosen to play in the first place. I just wish I wouldn’t have been voted out by a lot of people who never bothered to talk to me in the first place hehe. I’M NOT BITTER ANYMORE THOUGH I really did love my experience and everyone I met in the game.

Ali Madison, since I doubt you ever got a true explanation, I just want something to be super clear. Like I said in my voting confessional, I really don’t want you to take the number of votes you received that night as a personal thing. For someone so new to the community, you have already built up a reputation for yourself, that I’m kind of simultaneously both jealous and terrified of? You have such a way in these games with words, and its one that makes you a very scary person indeed! As someone that’s also hosted you, it's really exciting to see you go on and play other games and evolve as a player, and I’m absolutely sure that when you return to Athena, you are going to have found the balance and will destroy everyone! Till then, its been my pleasure to get to know you and I’m looking forward to talking to you again soon!  

Dana A true robbery. So sorry that one world did THAT.

Kevin I initially wanted to work with you because we were both infants in Elaenia and you seemed really fun but then after the first tribal I um honestly did not trust you! Love you!! 

Zach MADISON!! Okay genuinely this was such a crappy vote, because for gamewise I felt like it was the strongest move that could’ve been executed with the given circumstance, but genuinely it was hard and that was the day I started talking to you so much because I entered Kalos and I was so excited and ARGH SDMGKLSD. You’re absolutely hilarious and quirky and I love you so much and I wish we got to spend more time together in this game because you’re a great person at heart and one of the funniest people I know.

Ali Ahhhhh Jack, we never really got to talk all that much which is a real shame! I’m really sorry you went so early this time, as one of the mega four time athena players. You seem like a really fun and genuine person, so I’m hoping especially post-season we can become friends!  

Dana I’m so sorry about the way you went out, it felt really bad afterward, but I had a really great time getting to actually meet you during this game.

Kevin MY SON. I love you so much I'm sorry for being fake with you at times skdkd 

Zach Aside from the one world phase, we never really got to talk. I think you’re an interesting character and I enjoyed those two days that we talked together, and I actually was sad to see the tribal where you got voted off :( I was wanting you to move forward because I felt like there was a significant chance of us working together, but unfortunately people are RUDE! Also this was karma for that one EM game :/ just kidding though jasfdkgf i’m sorry about the tragic tribal <3

There’s not much I can say about this game, it was the first time that I haven’t made jury, EVER! But it just shows that people came to play, I’m glad that I was able to be apart of it, bummed that I was out so fast. Jumanji will forever be the reason that I lost this game but still worth it cus it was a great movie :)

Ali “My F2, my ride or die. I was so crushed to see you go last tribal. We’ve had quite the bumpy newbie ride this season. You were the one I trusted most, that I talked all about strategy with, that I would joke with and I almost wish you were here at F4 instead of me. It’s been a distinct pleasure to play with you this season and I hope we can stay friends in this game and beyond.”

This was my Rites of Passage for you in Emathia, and I so truly stand by it. It's been my pleasure to play with you twice now. We begun the wild tumblr survivor ride together a year ago next month (which… its already been a year which is SO wild). Seeing you evolve from someone who had such consistently good gut instincts in Emathia to someone who is so aggressively strategic is really… nice to see? Like I love the conviction in yourself, you now have. I was really sad when I heard you were voted out, because you are such a fun person to play with and as my original friend in the ORG community, I was really sad for you. I’m looking forward to talking in the Reunion and continuing to being friends!

Dana Crackedt queen! We never got to play together, I hope you enjoyed playing!

Kevin Cracked queen!! Your boot tribal was such a mess god. I wish we had talked more and had an opportunity to work together :(  Then again you also voted for me but we all make mistakes ;)

Zach I felt so awful with this vote. JD… you’re a great person. I absolutely adore you and I think you’re so funny and genuinely a pure soul. Unfortunately though, for my game, you weren’t a benefit. From multiple rumours and ideas of what happened MAINLY during the one world phase, it seemed as if your loyalties weren’t with me whatsoever, and so your vote was strategically great for my game. It still felt awful on a personal level, especially since you went on a date that night and had you not it could’ve been so different but overall i’m apologetic for your vote; I wish I handled it better and I hope we can be friends once the game is over. You’re a legend forever and always.

Always robbed, never a robber haha. Good luck Lorohna!

Ali Why hello to the winner of Crossroads aka Autumn! I was also really sad to see you go! You were such a fighter this season, being targeted from day one and it was my pleasure to get to know you in our very limited time in the game together! You have such a fun and bubbly energy that's infectious, and your enthusiasm for the game is something I really love. I am hoping we can be friends after the season because you seem like a really great person… and being associated with a winner of a main season will give me some major street cred ahskdjfhajldsf  

Dana MY QUEEN!! I was so happy to meet someone who is literally living the same #postgradstruggle as me right now. It’s really rare that I find someone in games that I relate to so much and I’m so excited to keep being friends and hopefully meet up when you move to NYC! Also WOOO CONGRATS THE CROSSROADS WINNER WE DESERVE!!!!

Kevin CRACKED QUEEN PART TWO. God our relationship was kinda messy bc I tried voting you out at the first tribal, and then we made up, but after JD's boot it was p evident how much of a threat you were... As I said, messy!!!

Zach A queen. I think you’re such a fun person to just sit there and talk with, and I can see why everyone likes you!! For real though, you were one of the people I really wanted to work with going forward once the swap occurred, but just… it felt too difficult. You were such a good player that you forced a tie that should’ve been 4-3 had JD not had the one dinner date. You were so good at utilizing information you’ve received from people to orchestrate movement in whatever direction you so desired. So on a personal level, I felt really bad cause I thought you were such a cutie and all, but I knew on a game level that was probably the most beneficial vote since you proved yourself to be capable of so much. So, i’m sorry about your vote, girlie <3 gl in your future endeavours (and congrats on crossroads, love)!! 

Coming into this game, I thought I knew exactly what I was signing up for. But you know, expectations vs reality don’t always play out the way you’d think. I happily flopped down on the grenade for the Loronha tribe because they were pure beans who deserved the best.  It’s been a pleasure to play in the Athena series and I can’t wait to see who wins.

Ali A QUEEN.Honestly, when I saw you cast on this season, I was like…. Ooop well I guess Charlotte is winning and I almost didn’t have a problem with that? Like you are probably the most all stariest all star in this entire cast, such a fun personality, so social and nice and a great person to be around. I HATED seeing you get voted out, even though you volunteered, because you were so gracious and just…… so just the best. It was really a mess. I am SO HAPPY you made jury, just because I think you really deserve it. You are just an icon, and I’m kinda gushing because you didn’t really go out for game reasons, so I can only really talk on a personal level, and on a personal level I have so much time and respect for you.  

Dana Love you queen! Honestly voting you out made me so sad, because I was looking forward to playing with you after hosting you and watching you slay. I’m sure our time will come, but thank you for giving me and the rest of our swap tribe the opportunity to do you proud in the merge phase of the game. Marshall would be proud tbh!

Kevin MY LEGITIMATE BIRTH MOTHER. I'm so upset that we only played one round together like when I saw you were on Viraeo I was dying to get swapped with you or something. Playing with you would've made the game much much more worth it ;) 

Zach I think it’s criminal that we weren’t even on the same swap tribe! You were definitely one of my closest allies before the swap, and I was rooting for you so hard to reach merge because I think you’re such a fun person to work with from past experience, and I was hoping we could reinvent CB but… not let me get idolled out AJSKDG. However, given your scenario, i’m sorry you did leave (even though it was unanimous), it still is a robbery and i’m glad you got voted “prejuror that deserves to still be in the gamer” in touchy subjects :’) and also, by default, you made jury which i’m so happy for you about!! Ultimately, I hope everything ongoing is great, and that we can surely one day down the road play again!! Also we need to pm about HTGAWM soon!!!!!!

Ali Lily, I’m sorry that we… basically never spoke. Watching your dynamic with Emily, it's clear you are a great and loyal friend, so I’m hoping if you do plan on returning to the community and staying in the reunion that we can actually talk and become friends. You seem like someone who really values loyalty in a person,so while we couldn’t really build that up during the season, I’m hoping we can post-season?  You seem like a really passionate and fun person, so I am very sorry how much the way you went home upset you.. I’m looking forward to hopefully playing some more games with you in the future, maybe if I stop being a baby not knowing what anything means some cards against humanity or something else fun like that..  

Dana We hardly spoke during the game, but I hope you had a great time playing and come back soon.

Kevin My third Taveuni child!! One of my favorite parts of this game was CAH games with you. Like with Jack I was sad that we didn't make it farther together. Maybe someday!!

Zach I’m sorry overall about the tragic events that took place in this game. For those times that we talked, I enjoyed getting to know you and establishing a friendship with you. You gave off such vibes that you were a powerful force to be reckoned with, and I think because of that as well as other factors made you the initial merge target. Though I didn’t vote you, I am sorry and I truly think you’re adorable and I loved your pinocchio in the All Star music videos and AHHH!! I hope everything is great and that you don’t take anything super personally from this game because i’m sure it's a relative feeling amongst most that you’re great and that your vote was purely strategic, opposed to personal.

I just wanted to thank the hosts for bringing me back, it was an honor. And although i may hate you all right now its been so much fun getting to play with you all! I’m so happy to have made so many new friends! And I still get to keep the crown for most days played and the queen stays queen, adiós! 

Ali Duncan :( it's time for personal o’clock. I have SO much love and respect for you Duncan. You have been someone that has always supported me since Emathia, joining VLs and watching me flop at Big Brother, and just…. being the nicest. You have just such a fun energy, and you are so amazing with supporting your friends and one of my biggest hopes is I can be as good of a friend to you, as you are to me. I remember when you did a video confessional with Amanda for Azores and you were just…. so 100% focused on being there for Amanda and being a friend, and you truly deserve the best, as you give the best to everyone else. I just think you are so sweet and great, and it's been my pleasure to be able to call you a friend. I’m a Dunstan forever.  

Dana I was SO excited to finally get to meet you playing this game after seeing you around in the community. You are hysterically funny and such an honest player, which is something I admire and respect. Unfortunately, I knew I wasn’t your priority in this game, but I absolutely loved spilling tea and talking shit with you-  definitely some of my favorite memories from this game! I hope there is more to come for us both inside and outside of games!

Kevin I can't believe we were robbed from working together ;( Your boot left me the most shook because like...what the fuck, you deserved better. But yeah, I really wish we had gotten to play the game together bc like? We've never actually gotten to work together??

Zach My… showmance… AJSGKD. Duncan you are genuinely one of the most purest souls i’ve met throughout this game. From our time on Vireao to then merge, I just… we connected quite a bit early on and maybe some of that was lost at merge, but it was still somewhat there?? It’s hard to explain really. I think you’re an adorable person though, and your vote was honestly so difficult. But with the lack of information being swapped between us, and how you apparently had advantages but we were a showmance… it just felt too difficult to form that trusting relationship, and due to your threat status, your vote occurred. I really hope you didn’t take anything personally because like… you were a threat, it was strategic. No one had ONE bad thing to say about you as a person or even gamewise. It was literally all love, love, love. But yeah, you’re so cute and loveable and I genuinely enjoyed taking the time to talk to you, and I wish things could’ve worked out differently and i��m sorry about anything that happened in this game. I hope to continue talking with you outside this game, love <3

This game was wild from start to finish for me, it was honestly the most fun I’ve had in a game so far considering I didn’t even think I deserved to come back as an All Star. I had a great time, wouldn’t really change anything I did except probably would’ve given fewer people my snapchat and facebook info…oh well! 

Ali Right. This one is potentially going to be my longest RoP and I assume you aren’t going to read this, judging by how much you seemed to hate me after you were voted out. I’m not going to try and bactrack and say I regret my decision on a game level, because I don’t. You were winning this game…. Like 100%. You could do anything and everything and literally were. But, what I do regret is how much being voted out upset you. You are my friend outside of this game, and I cried like… real tears (I love emotional stability) when you said you didn’t want to talk to me again. Like, I would hate for a game to ruin our friendship. I would really really hate that. I also was sad in that as you know from when we have talked, I am SUCH a will warrior and have always been a supporter of you, as you know. I’d hate for you to take me voting you out as a personal attack, as that’s truly the last thing I want? I know it might not come across that way, but me voting you out was almost a compliment? I never would’ve so aggressively blindsided you if you weren't SUCH a big threat.I just really love you on a personal level and would hate for this to affect that?

I also have something else to say to you, that I’m not entirely sure if you are going to want to hear. I will be really disappointed on a personal level if you try and poison the jury against people? Like on a game-level, that's your prerogative as a juror to do what you want and like you are totally allowed to get the jury to vote or not vote anyone you want, and if its against me it's not like I’m going to hold it against you. With that said, as someone that was so disappointed in a jury being turned against you in Azores, I’d… be disappointed if you tried to recreate that as a form of revenge? Like if you want to try and tank people’s games in the minds of a jury, you are 100% more than welcome to as a juror, I’d just be sad on a personal level that you would want to do that after it upset you so much in Azores? With that said, if you wanna get nobody to vote me like you said, like I say you are more than welcome to and I wouldn’t hold it against you.  I don’t know, this is probably not something to say in RoP, but since you said you never want to talk to me again, I want to just like…. put it out there, in case this is my only chance. Honestly (provided I get there), if it takes you dragging me to hell and back at FTC to be friends again, please do. I just want to be friends again. THIS WAS LONG and I apologise for making you read all this (even though I feel like you could very easily still be mad at me and just not read this)  

Dana My closest ally and one of my best friends in this game! Watching you get voted out was one of the hardest nights of this game for me, and forced me to play a very different game than the one I had anticipated. I’m so sorry you had to die for me to rise, but you taught me how to be a better strategic and forward- thinking player and I’m incredibly grateful for that! Love you!

Kevin Whew what a round your boot was!! Your boot wasn't anything personal, it was just who we all could agree to vote for. Like with some others we never really worked closely together ://

Zach This vote is probably the definition of bitter-sweet. Will, let’s start with… i’m sorry about being such a freak and weirdo to you in pms that you probably thought I was unstable and a dork. I really should’ve been slightly… less that and more different but that’s just my quirky personality. I love you and I think you’re a great person at heart, and you were someone I genuinely connected with first at the one world phase, and then later during the merge portion, and I hope that was reciprocated. From those times that we talked about snow to pizza to literally… me sending the first few pokemon and pictures at 4AM to you… just… it was so fun and I really hope we still talk once this game is over because I literally adore you so much. I’ll explain the bitter sweet aspect. It was bitter because I literally didn’t want you out, and I felt so bad especially after that call that me/you/Dana had just minutes before. You wanted to play so badly and I admired u and wanted u to literally win like i was ready for you to run me over w ur car and then I thank you for it. The only sweet aspect about it is that you’re such a phenomenal player, and I predicted you to win this game just because of how charming you are. I wouldn’t have voted you out anytime soon but like… idk. You’re great. I’m sorry about that night because it was truly tragic and I hate that I had to play this game so many more days without getting the chance to be weird to you. Love uu, you’re a legend <3 <3 

I had a fantastic time, this season was filled with All Stars and no one disappointed.  It’s been a wild ride and it will be hard to see it end.  

Ali My cracked Disney queen. We unfortunately didn’t connect as much in this game as we have in others, which was a shame because you are SO MUCH FUN TO GOSH DARN WORK WITH. Soooo much fun. I always admire your like… reputation in the community? You are just the queen of positivity, and everyone loves you for a *reason*. And that reason is because you are the best.I have played four games, with you for three of them, and it's truly been a pleasure every time.  

Dana Though we didn’t talk much in this game, you are such a sweet girl and one of the genuinely nicest and most cheerful people I’ve gotten to know. I’m sad we were in such a difficult position that resulted in you getting voted out, but you were so understanding and happy despite everything.

Kevin Hunt You Down came on as I was writing this and I thought of your iconic intro vid... Anyways um...third time was the charm I guess. I initially did wanna work with you because you seemed super nice but the way the game shook out it didn't happen obviously.

Zach RUTHIE!!! I hate that you weren’t around much, but nonetheless I still adore you with my entire heart and I love love LOVE you. I felt like we worked good, hand in hand, and i’m sorry that you were voted out. You’re honestly the definition of genuine and a sweetheart, and I was just… so excited to play with you again and i’m glad we got to be on our OG tribes together, then again at the merge. I just remembered something really funny and I know it’s not going to be like professional but like I wanted to apologize again for that one time that I ignored you about the vote because I was getting… a lil turnt or something and MSDLKGMSD ugh that was so funny when you called me out in the tribe chat like FRICK. I really wish you could’ve stayed, and maybe your vote put me in a better position because it made me less targeted, I still love you and adore you and I would’ve loved had you been given the chance to continue fighting in this game. I hope ponderosa is treating you well girlie <3 you deserve the best.

my time in the game was an absolute roller coaster. sorry to use such an overused metaphor. anyways. i am so thankful to have met everyone in this game and to have even been considered an all star in the first place. looking back at my game, there’s a lot of things i would have changed. i made a lot of mistakes and i can’t really explain everything i did and i am quite surprised i made it as far as i did. i’m so thankful for the hosts for a great game and everyone for being so nice to me even when i was ANNOYING!

Ali TIME FOR A SOPPY PARAGRAPH, lets get hecked. Emily, as one of two people to like… bring you in the community, it's been such a pleasure to see you grow. You have this energy of self belief, that is honestly…. so great to see? While it meant you were terrifying to play with, I was so proud of you almost for being arguably the biggest threat in the entire cast.You were always a good player, even in Azores for your first game, but I think you have the self belief now in what you are doing that makes you such a force to be reckoned with?  Like Duncan, it's my pleasure to call you a friend before the season and I’m looking forward to continuing to be friends, thankfully without needing to talk game! I don’t want to get gushy, but I’m just…. such an Emily fan? Like you just have this really just universal effect on people where everyone wants to be your friend? You are just super fun, and have this confidence that makes you just such a well rounded person? Enough mush, I just wanted to say how proud I am of you on a personal level, and that it was such fun to play together and reinforce our friendship!  

Dana Ahh what do I even say! I spent so much of this game thinking about you, and talking about you, and wondering how I was possibly going to work with you when you are so nice, endearing, and friendly—exactly the opposite of who I am (rip). Honestly, I was a little intimidated by you, but despite us not working together and rarely talking about the game, my fear was always met with kindness on your end. You’re a great player, your mist is STRONG, and your strength at this game really challenged me to have to work harder and smarter in order to be sitting where I am, so thank you!

Kevin QUEEN!!! Queen of Survivor, queen of Panera, queen of small North Carolina towns. I was shook that I like...got to even work with you in this game if that makes sense? Does it??? Idk! You're an amazing beautiful iconic person and I'm so glad I got to work with you in this game and get to know you ajsjd

Zach Not miss Emily! Shoutout to Emily via insta @emilysledgee wooh! Okay now for the other stuff… where do I even begin. You were probably one of my closest allies as a whole throughout this game. I knew of you before the game started, and I just felt like you hated me because i’m paranoid and then instantly I felt like we connected. Then luckily, for me at least and i’m sorry this might not be good for you, we got to play on the same tribe the entire game and I genuinely was so happy because you were on of my favourite people to message and talk to and everything. We called quite a bit and I vented to you and you’d vent to me and ugh it was just… I really like you Emily. Like, game aside, you’re a phenomenal individual and, well, incorporating game, you’re such a great game player. I think the most fond memory I have with you (and this is going to be an upset MSDGKSD) was when my instagram was glitching - well, it still is - and you went off private because you wanted me to follow you and it let EVERY. SINGLE. REQUEST. Follow you and it didn’t even LET ME FOLLOW you ASKGDHFL. I had so many great times with you and… i’m sorry it was spoiled during your vote. You were just such a threat, playing so well, having the advantage that you didn’t tell me about :/ and… i felt like your vote was necessary moving forward in this game. I really hope you weren’t too upset or anything because it was all strategy and I absolutely love you to the moon and back and to the moon again and back again and… ugh. You’re great, emily, you really are, and I hope we can definitely talk once this is over because I enjoyed every minute I spent with you. And P.S., I won’t play a great soundtrack and bring you to exile with me,,, love u!!

Hello everyone and its the winner of All Stars 7th place Cameron! I’m writing this when I’m very sad so like.. that’s all I gotta say. This game was awesome and I’m proud of how all of us played! Good job everyone! 

Ali I am what I am, and what I am is a Cam stan. I could go into gamey stuff and explain why I voted you out, but I think you know…. It's because you were literally winning. You had glown UP this season as a player, i remember when we called on the night of the one world and I was like…. whomst is this person and what have they done with Cameron, you just had such self confidence and sense of self worth, that I’m really hoping you translate into your real life, because you are always so down on yourself and really shouldn’t be because you are truly the best. And now that I’ve kind of loosely touched on game, it's time for a “why I love Cameron speech”. RoP is kind of a weird place to do this, but you are someone that sometimes doesn’t realise how much they are LOVED by so SO many people, so  I’m hoping you can use this as a pick-me-up when you feel down.

Cameron, you are one of my favourite people ever and it's my genuine PLEASURE to call you one of my best (or beest) friends. What I value in you most is your…. Loyalty? You will fight to the death for your friends, and I really hope I am as a good of a friend to you as you are to me. Whether you are having a down day or not, you will swoop in and make sure everyone is okay, and I think that’s a really really great characteristic to have. Also, you are so funny, like I think there are few people in this game who can make me laugh as much as you do? You just have this infectious joyful energy that means people can’t help but love being around you (the non-problematic people anyway). You are one of my favourite people ever, and I just wish sometimes you knew just how great you really are.  

Dana Cam the ham.  My favorite upsetting (in training) bb. Going from having you host my first Athena game to getting to play our first game together, our relationship has come a long way and is one that is so important to me. I’m sorry I robbed you in this game, but I knew I had no chance of making it to this point in the game with you despite how much I enjoyed every minute of us working together, and I think you knew the same. I’m so glad we got so close and that you’ve been such an accepting friend, because let’s be honest, I’m cracked and A LOT, but you always listen when I’m being crazy, which I love. Watching you play such a strong game is something I am so proud of you for. Love you Ham-eron!!

Kevin We've been over this but... I wanted to work with you, because the brief moments when we did work together were great, but in this game there came a point where there was a lack of any trust. You're a super lovely person which made it hurt the most and I'm sorry if this sounds fake and like I'm just kissing ass skskd, I truly love you

Zach Cameron… I just don’t know where to start with any of these ROPs. Okay. I felt like premerge we didn’t have a connection obviously because… we never were together. The first time we were on the same tribe was literally merge (well, one world, but that was for 2 days), which is somewhat shocking. I did enjoy working with you, i’ll admit. After we all came together post-Will vote and started planning together, I was really happy because we’d call quite a bit and just… laugh and talk about anything and everything. Whether it was going to have Dana play that fake dog idol or just talking about game purely, it was so much fun and I don’t regret one second of it. The reason for your vote, at least to me, was that you were clearly in a similar mindset with me. Like, we knew our interests didn’t align. And keep in mind, that’s literally ignoring the fact that you played this game so hard and so good, helping spearhead multiple votes directly and just… you played phenomenally. So just with all this information combined, you were my biggest threat at the time and I think your vote was critical to determining how this game would result. Also, let me say that I was genuinely ready for you to swipe the merge idol out of your pocket and just be like “thought you seen the last of me? Surprise!!” like… i was on EDGE that entire night. In the end, I wish I could’ve been slightly more honest about me voting you but just with paranoia and how you weren’t honest with me, it felt necessary. You’re a great person at heart and everything, and I really hope we can continue talking post game because I love you and you know that, and you know I wouldn’t do anything based on personal feelings, but rather game related issues. I hope to see you soon, love <3 :]

This was such a wonderful and unique experience and it was amazing playing a cast filled with true all stars. I can really say that I’ve become a lot closer with a lot of you through this

Ali Hey Ashvika! You were one of the few people I didn’t actually really have any connection to pre-season, and it's been SO GREAT getting to know you. You are just such a nice and pleasant person to talk to, that I can see why you won last season! We were on the same tribe together for our entire game, and it's been really great to ride the all stars wave with you. I’m sorry you got voted out in such a like…. wild way, but an unprecedented exit like that is only fit for an icon like yourself. You have been such a joy to play with, whether things were going your way or not, you would take it in your stride and just keep going.  

Dana Things just never seem to work out for us in games do they!? I love you so much despite our flop at working together, but I’m glad I got to know you better this time around!  You put a lot of trust in me at a few points during this game and I’m really thankful that you trusted me enough to do that.  I learned a lot about being dedicated from you in this game. You always give your 100% effort and are so passionate about playing, which was really refreshing!

Kevin you didn't deserve that!! i'm so upset you had to go, the instant tribal twist really robbed you :( we didn't get to work together/talk game until the merge and i feel like i got to trust you more and more, sad it happened like it did :(

Zach ASHVIKA! It’s ugly that we never really talked substantially until merge, but even on OG Vireao we connected slightly. I love you and I genuinely was so excited seeing you cast because I heard so much about you and I saw you in Unova and everything was so satisfying. We talked and I love that we had similar courses and we literally live close to each other and maybe we could meet up soon?? Wig?!!! But yeah. In the game i really enjoyed our mini conversations, and I hate that we only started talking a significant amount near the end of your journey :(... i feel bad that a lot of things went down during your trip, but in the end it probably was for the best because tbh that tribal was not only deadly, but… stressful as heck. Now for game. I think you played such a likeable game and that’s what was most threatening about you, like… I had so many conversations with people and when your name got brought up, it was the idea of “oh my gosh, she’s won her season unanimously” which just made you seem like a phenomenal player, and I definitely see that myself. I really wish there wasn’t a live tribal that night because had there not been, we would’ve gotten at LEAST two more days to talk and it would’ve been so fun because you were someone I talked to the most, especially during that phase of the game. Of course though, I love you greatly and I think you’re a peach, and I hope to continue our friendship once this game is over, and I really hope to get to play another game with you sometime soon :’) <3 love you queen. 

I’m incredibly grateful I got the chance to come back and be a big snake again. I loved playing with so many new people and I genuinely hope we can all be friends woooo!

Ali Owen, I am SO blessed to know you. Like again, game aside because aside from when I got sad, I did send you an explanation for voting you out, but I just wanna… ramble about how great you are. This is my third game of only four that I’ve played, that I played with you and every time is just a genuine blast. You are just such a fun-loving person, and you are just such a great friend to me, especially in this game. I’ve tried to play differently this season and actually made moves, and I don’t think I could’ve done it without the emotional support that on a personal level you provided me with? Like it's kind of unfair to have lumbered a lot of that on you, but the reason I did is because I have such trust in you as a friend. I just think you are just… such a great person. I am also INCREDIBLY honoured that the first person to vote for me in any game ever was you, like in a weird way that’s just… really amazing, to have _the_ Owen vote for me. I just… I really think you are such an amazing person and like a real role model, both as a player (because oh my god you are always so scary to play with) and just as a person? Like I just think you are such a good person through and through, and I’m so glad to know you.  

Dana My snake husband! I’ll forever feel guilty for robbing you of final tribal in this game, but just know that I wouldn’t have had to do it if I didn’t think you were one of the most intelligent and brilliant players I have gotten the opportunity to play with. I’m so glad we finally got redemption from our “alliance” in Festive and actually became good friends. Without you I am certain I wouldn’t be where I am in this game right now, so I am immensely appreciative of our relationship in this game. See u soon my new upsetting pal, sending u love from ur favorite arteest.

Kevin Legend :(( Like I said to you you probably could've beaten any of us from how well you played, you were just a smart, insightful, strategic player. I hated having to be part of the swing vote for it sjdjdj. ps: please tell your mother she's iconic and an all-star

Zach bye bye. This is going to be so hard to write and i’m already feeling anxious and sad again. The first time in this game we got to play together was during the swap phase of the game. I felt like we connected, and it was different than our time in Festive. It felt more genuine, it really did. We’d call sometimes too and just, I don’t know. I loved that alliance of you/me/emily that was made, and I just was so excited to play with you again, and hopefully together this time. You were someone I trusted a lot, and you never broke that, and I want to say thank you for that right now before I get into anything else. So, thank you. During merge, I still felt like we had a connection, but I think it was mostly during round two (of merge) when we started talking a lot. I’m struggling to pick out one single memory because I laughed too many times and too hard at so many of our conversations and I don’t even know where to go from here. Just the call about “mario” to making a group text chat and being upsetting to just about anything, or even that time when we called and i lied just for dana to tell you the truth 2 minutes later and then me apologize in the broken language i spoke in and just SMDGLKSD ugh there’s too much. There literally is too much to talk about. From the game standpoint, I think it’s obvious. You hands down played one of the best games this season, and you not only helped orchestrate many moves but you were just a social goddess to the point where I like… was on the verge of tears about having to vote you out. I didn’t even want to attend tribal because it was so awful and I just couldn’t speak without choking up and ugh. You’re a great person Owen and I really hope we can continue talking after this game and that we are able to play a game again because you made me such a wario/waluigi STAN and I never had one dull moment with you and argh. Dana and I would just talk about how amazing you were, and this is getting too long I need to STOP. I love you and I hope you know that I only did what I thought was best, and I really hope you’re willing to wear steel toed boots and kick my jaw because that’s what I deserve for committing the robbery that the four of us did. Love u lots O N, bye bye <3 :]

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your gong yoo x lee dong wook picture gives me legit chest pains ughh, god they're so fucking perfect together nobody else could ever. grim x goblin forever and ever i cry

Anonymous : people out here shipping gong with every girl he meets while he only goes out of his way for the actual love of his life lee..when will any other ship ever tbh

H5. Grim x Goblin together forever. I don’t know if the Goblin bromance is not way too strong like they have been . Would I enjoy watching the romance more or I give up the drama already :D? Grim x Goblin is my canon ship and I don’t mind to say it over and over again. They’re the true OTP of the show. Even I’m still bitter over the Goblin’s ending but sometime I rewatch Goblin for them. 

They’re just too perfect for each other both in reel and real. 

I love your second message more. HAHAH. Put a big grin on my face to read it.