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butterballbuttnakey · 2 years

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Lingerie:

I was digging around in my google docs and I found this. Potential trash writing ahead

Okay so maybe it’s the night after an awards show and shawn won big right?

He looked good as FUCK in his suit on the carpet and he looked good as fuck when he was performing and he looked good when he was accepting his awards and he looked even better when you guys got to the after party and you got a couple drinks in you

To be fully honest, you wanted to skip the after parties all together and get him home bc you had a PLAN to congratulate him on all his hard work

Unbeknownst to you, Shawn also wanted to head straight home and start his own, two-person after party but his team had other plans

Shawn had a few celebratory shots before switching to your personal favorite; red wine

He eyes you over the rim of his second glass and he doesn’t need to say a word for you to know what he’s saying; you’re in for a long night

You pull out your phone below the table and shoot him a text; ‘we’re leaving by 1:30. I have plans for you’

You and Shawn have a small stare down while you wait for his phone to ding, at which point you watch him pull his phone out and read the message

A slow smirk spreads across your face when you watch Shawn freeze in his seat as a small noise from the back of his throat makes its way to your ears

Shawn looks around frantically, hoping no one heard the noise as he shifts in his seat, willing his chubbing length to just wait a little longer

The wine he’s been drinking has dialed his senses to 11, and he reacts to you without you even speaking a word to or touching him

He both hates and love it

It takes Shawn all of one minute to order an Uber and come up with an excuse to leave, too impatient to wait until the time you’d specified

“Thanks for tonight guys, but we’re gonna head home and get some rest, right honey?”

Shawn stands from the table, using the napkin and his movement as a cover to adjust himself some more. He hopes that when he finally drops it, nobody notices the fact that the crotch of his pants is visibly tighter than before (you absolutely notice)

The team looks confused but they bid the two of you farewell as you make your rounds giving hugs and kisses to everyone

You and Shawn lock eyes as you exit the restaurant, and luckily you don’t have to wait long outside before the Uber pulls up

Shawn prides himself on his restraint but the ride back to the hotel tests it to no end as he somehow manages to keep his hands off of you, but has a borderline white-knuckle grip on his own knee as he looks out the window, willing the passing scenery to distract him from the ache in his dress slacks

Shawn thanks his lucky stars that there are no fans waiting outside of the hotel when the car finally stops, allowing him to help you out of the car, thank the driver and whisk you inside and straight to the elevator

Once inside the elevator, Shawn stands directly in front of you, length pressed to your thigh

He stares down at you desperately, willing you to do something, anything to set this plan of yours in motion

But you do nothing except reach past the lapels of his button-down and finger the gold chain sitting between his collarbones

You walk past him without sparing a glance once the elevator reaches your floor, with Shawn trailing behind you like a lost puppy

You stop, dig in his back pocket for the keycard and enter your suite, passing a quick thought to whichever Deity may be listening, I hope there’s no one next door

You don’t get far inside the room before Shawn’s restraint finally breaks and he pins you against the wall and seals his lips against yours

His kiss leaves you breathless, as it always does

Between his lips and his impatiently wandering hands, your mind goes blank. Any inkling of your plan for the night flying out the window

You seemingly black out for a moment, lost in him and his body and the things he can make you feel even before he takes a single item of clothing off of you

It isn’t until the cool air of the hotel room hits your thigh that you come back to earth, gently pushing Shawn away from your neck where he was no doubt working on making a mark

“Baby,” you moan out, carding your fingers through his hair in an effort to pull him back, but it only spurs him and ministrations on

“Shawn.” you say more firmly, waiting a moment before Shawn's face appears in front of yours

He looks fucked in the best way possible

His eyes are blown wide, the soft hazel replaced by solid black. His lips are kiss swollen, shiny and parted due to his heavy breathing. His hair is tousled due to your fingers and, as you glance down at his bare shoulders you realize that you somehow got his shirt off

And he’s looking at you like a wolf looks at its prey

“What is it, honey?” His voice is raspy and at least half an octave deeper. The sound goes straight to your core and it takes everything in you to speak instead of kissing him

“My plan for you, remember?” You say as you lay your hands flat on his pecs and slowly push him away enough for you to move towards the closet, with Shawn following close behind

Each step is laborious for you, as your body has been craving his since you left for the show and now that you can finally have him in the way that you want, you’re delaying it.

But you know your patience will be rewarded, so you trudge on.

You dig in the closet for a moment before locating the item you need, hiding it behind your back with one hand while you use the other on his chest to back him towards the bed before having him sit,

“I’ll be out in a moment, Leo.” You run your thumb over his plump bottom lip, relishing in the look of him kissing the pad of your finger before his tongue peeks out in a quick kitten lick.

You giggle before turning away towards the bathroom but not before Shawn lands a swift slap to your right asscheek

You turn back to look at him, and he has his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his left hand palming himself over his pants.

He makes a show of making sure you see him watching your ass, before meeting your eyes with a look that makes your heat clench around the air in anticipation of the feeling of him stretching you out later. “Hurry up baby girl. I don’t wanna have to come in there and get you.”

You’re incredibly happy that the skirt of your after-party dress hides the way you squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the ache deep within you at the sound of his voice, as you yet again question why you’re torturing yourself by denying yourself the feel of his body right now

You turn and hightail it into the bathroom before you throw the entire plan out the window, damn near slamming the door and backing away from it like it burned you.

You take a moment to regain your composure, “damn that man.” you mumble quietly to yourself as you unzip the bag and take out the set that’s inside

It’s a strappy, lacy white number, a look that Shawn gravitates towards every time he peeks over your shoulder whenever you’re lingerie shopping online

You undress and slip it on, admiring the way the cut of the set compliments your curves and the gorgeous juxtaposition of the diamond white lace & mesh against your skin

You pull the other item out of the bag—a robe—and slip it on. Tying it so the lapels cover the lingerie completely, but leave the valley between your breasts exposed

You turn in the mirror and check yourself over to make sure the set is covered; the robe is relatively short, hitting you high on your thighs and right below your bum

You comb your fingers through your hair to refresh the bouncy curls. You relish the moment because you knew the style won’t last much longer once Shawn gets his hands on you; he never stopped until your style was fully sweated out

You pause to take a deep breath before opening the door and walking back into the bedroom to find shawn standing by the window with another glass of wine in his hand

He's leaning against the wall, looking out over the city and you don’t even need to see his face to know that he’s wrapped in his own mind again and doesn’t even know that you’ve entered the room

You take your time looking at him, the curls on the back of his head, the curves and divots of his biceps as they’re folded across his chest, the broad expanse of his shoulders and the corded muscle underneath his smooth skin, the dimples in his lower back, the band of his boxers peeking out from his pants, the way the fabric strains against the muscled thickness of his thighs

Your admiration comes to an abrupt end when shawn drains the rest of the wine in the glass and turns to put it back on the bedside table. You take the opportunity to catch his attention

You approach him slowly, letting him take his visual fill of your body before you’re within arm's reach of him

A slow smirk spreads across his lips as he runs his hands around the width of your hips, fingering the hem of your robe but not quite breaching it, “What’s this, honeypot?”

You slide the palm of your hands up his chest to rub your thumb over his pronounced collarbone, taking your time to experience the smooth warmth of his skin versus the coarse texture of his chest hair versus the cool metal of his necklace. You relish in the visual of Shawn preening at the contact

“You put so much into everything you do and you’ve been working so hard lately with the album and getting the tour together, and tonight you finally saw some of the fruits of that labor and, I never got to say this at the show or at dinner, but I’m so proud of you, Anjo and I love you so much.”

Shawn blushes before connecting his lips to yours in a slow kiss and you don’t hesitate to comb your fingers into his hair as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him

The mood has changed; gone is Shawn’s impatience to get you as naked as possible as fast as possible. It's been replaced with slow, passionate, sensuality in the way he kisses you. Shawn takes his time feeling you, like he’s never felt you before.

The heat from his wandering hands burns through the satin robe, and straight to your core as you cling to him

Shawn slowly pulls his lips from yours, but doesn’t pull out of your airspace, “I love you so fucking much.”

You smile and say nothing, only taking his hand and guiding it to the tie at the front of your robe, keeping your eyes locked on his as you step back to untie the bow, opening the robe and letting it drop to the floor at your feet

Shawn's eyes on your body make you feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful

You want to cover up and hide but you also feel like you can take on the world, all just from him looking at you the way that he does

Shawn takes his time taking you in visually. His eyes linger on your face before sliding to your collarbones and your chest, to the dip of your waist and the spread of your hips, to the soft roundness of your thighs and all the way down to your feet

Then Shawn reaches out and takes your hand, stopping the nervous tick of your finger twitching against your skin, “Turn for me, baby.”

You do as instructed, turning around to show the back of the set for Shawn to repeat his ministrations

You can feel the weight and the intensity of his gaze on your skin as he looks at you, taking you in and deciding which part he wants to devour first.

He gently tugs your hand, instructing you to turn back around to face him.

His eyes are still in the area of your knees when you look at his face but when his eyes finally meet yours, it knocks the breath from your lungs

Your mind goes blank, senses attuned to him and only him and what he’s planning on doing to you

You don’t wait long before Shawn's slowly pulling you into him, trapping you within his arms as every aspect of him invades every aspect of you when his lips meet yours

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When Shawn finally collapses next to you—completely spent of everything he had to give you and full of everything you had to give him—you look out the window to see the first colors of the sunrise over the horizon

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #I'm not taking requests so don't ask #theres another one in my docs but i simply do not feel like finishing that one lol

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tngrayson · 4 years

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While My Heart Gently Weeps

A/N: A long blurb I wrote to get back into writing. I know I’ve been away for a long time. This is my first time dipping into the BCS world, and writing Nacho, so I’d LOVE your feedback. I think I’m going to write more Nacho, since there seems to be a shortage of him on here.

P.S. This ends suddenly

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: Explicit sex, Violence, Drugs, things typical of the Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul universe. Might not be for everyone

Pairing: Nacho x Reader

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“Will I see you tonight?”

“I don’t know, I’ve still got a lot to do here,” he said, looking at the warehouse where the exchange was to happen.

She sighed. “Please? I miss you, Ignacio.” She continued dramatically, “It’s so lonely in this bed.” She stretched out seductively as if he could see her.

Nacho breathed a laugh. “Okay, baby. I’ll come by after I finish up.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he said, getting out of the car and walking into the Los Pollos Hermanos warehouse.

“I love you, Ignacio.”

“I know, baby.” Nacho hung up, tucked his phone into his pocket, and waited for Gus’ two goons to show.

Several hours later, after Nacho had a gun pointed to his head, got the idea to sabotage Don Hector’s medicine, and broken into Daniel Wormald’s home to make a deal, he was at her door using the key she’d given him some time ago to let himself in.

He hung his jacket up in the entry closet, dropped his keys in the dish by the front door, and toed off his boots before heading straight for her bedroom. He wasn’t surprised to find her sleeping there. He did his best to undress quietly and get in bed without waking her. She stirred when the bed shifted with the weight of him getting in. She stretched, her nightshirt—one of Nacho’s tees—riding up just enough to reveal her lace underwear.

“You came,” she said sleepily, sitting up to greet him.

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“I know, but,” she trailed off. They both knew Nacho hadn’t been keeping his promises lately.

Nacho sighed, leaning his head on her shoulder. “I’ve been letting you down.”

“You’ve been busy,” she corrected.

“No,” he insisted. “I’ve been a shitty boyfriend. You deserve better than me.”

“Why are you being so hard on yourself right now?” She took his hand. “Did something happen?”

Nacho thought of the stunt Hector asked him to pull, taking six instead of five. He played calm, but for that small moment when there was a gun aimed at him, he only thought of her. He thought of how he was about to break another promise.

“Tonight. When you called, you said you loved me. All night I’ve been regretting not saying it back to you.”

“Nacho, I don’t tell you that to hear it back. “

“I love you,” he said assuredly, looking into her eyes. “I want to do better for you. I’m going to do better for you.”

Nacho pressed his lips to hers tenderly. He took his time, committing the moment to memory. He savored the feel of her soft lips on his, the lingering scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her when he pulled her to straddle on top of him. These were things he missed when he thought he might die earlier.

He broke the kiss to pull her—his—shirt off of her and then worshipped every inch of her skin that he could reach with his mouth. His hands found their way to her thighs, pulling her impossibly closer as he ground his hips up against hers, earning himself a soft moan.

They parted to shed the rest of their clothing, and then Nacho was guiding her back into his lap. She eased herself on top of him, so he was buried deep inside of her wet center. She shuddered at the fullness of him, rocking her hips in time with his. His hands found a place in her hair, massaging her scalp while he tilted her head back to gain access to her neck and breasts.

She braced herself on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the delicate pace turned into a desperate one, and he pounded into a sweet spot. Her orgasm wracked through her suddenly as she cried out.

They shared a passionate kiss as he grabbed her thighs to pick her up and laid her back against the sheets—Nacho re-situating himself in between her legs. One hand gently steadying her thigh above his hip as he slid himself inside, and the other with fingers interlaced with hers just above her head. Her body shook with another orgasm as he plunged harder, providing more friction on her clit. Pleasure rolled through her in waves, and the involuntary pulsing was enough to bring Nacho over the edge with her.

They rolled on their sides as they caught their breath. Nacho took her hand, kissing her knuckles and bringing her closer to him. The stress he was under melted away when she was in his arms. While Nacho felt at peace, her mind was uneasy. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, and the phenomenal sex had been a cover-up.

“Ignacio?”

“Hmm?” he said, fingers lazily drawing patterns on her side.

“Everything’s okay?”

He opened his eyes and looked into hers, allowing himself to get lost in them for a moment. He wanted to tell her everything. Tuco was going to be in jail longer than anyone anticipated, meaning he’d have to keep picking up the slack. Hector was reckless in his pissing match with Gustavo. Nacho needed to get it off of his chest, but more than that, he needed to keep her safe. The less she knew, the better.

“It will be,” he said, kissing her forehead.

***

Nacho had been more involved after that night. He called more often, visited for quality time, and they went out more often. Things had been back to how they were when they first started dating. Nacho had practically moved in with her, spending more time there than anywhere else when he wasn’t working for his father or Hector. He credited the pill switch for his upturn in mood. He just had to be patient.

All that came crashing down when he could no longer hold Hector off from using his father’s business as a front.

Nacho came home, taking off his jacket, boots, and dropping his keys in the dish like usual.

“Hi baby,” she called cheerily from the kitchen.

Rather than saying anything, Nacho went straight for the bedroom. By the time she could follow to see what was wrong, Nacho had closed the bathroom door and started the shower.

She knocked softly, fighting the urge to ask if everything was okay.

“What do you need?” she asked, seeking the solution, rather than dwelling on the problem. “Can I get you anything?”

After he said he needed to be alone for a while, she left, falling asleep on the couch before he reemerged to the rest of the apartment. Nacho woke her, guiding her to the bedroom where she could sleep comfortably.

Nacho took the couch, still opting to be alone with his thoughts. Don Hector would be in his father’s shop tomorrow. He tried to explain to his father that it would be temporary, but that didn’t change how disappointed he’d been to learn that his son was working with those drug dealers again.

Nacho was gone before she woke up the next morning. She decided to make lunch for him and his father in hopes that a homecooked meal would ease whatever had been bothering him.

Nacho and Hector pulled into the upholstery shop with two more guys. Nacho cursed when he saw her car in the lot. He didn’t want her here for this. He tried to keep them in the back, explaining how everything could operate. When Don Hector asked about his father, Nacho tried to redirect him. Hector spotted Manuel having lunch with ‘her’. Manuel seemed to notice at the same time, standing and staring at the man. She leaned into the doorframe to see what had caused the reaction. The only person she recognized was Nacho.

“Hello, my love,” she said, coming around the counter. “I made lunch for you and Manuel. I thought-”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

She was taken aback by his tone. Nacho had never talked to her like that.

“I didn’t think it’d be a problem. Manuel didn’t say-“

Hector mumbled something in Spanish about ‘untamed pussy.’

‘Excuse me?!” she exclaimed angrily, stepping towards Hector.

Before Hector could do anything, Nacho grabbed her by the arm, making sure to grab her purse and keys off the counter as he practically dragged her out of the shop.

Go home,” he said, once they were outside. He opened her car door and handed her the bag and keys. “Right now.”

She snatched them from his hands, got in the car, and sped out of the parking lot.

Nacho apologized to Hector when he came back into the shop. Hector accepted the apology with more derogatory comments about Nacho keeping his woman in check and a few more degrading nicknames for her. To top it off, Manuel was refusing Hector’s money, telling him to get out of his shop. Nacho kept the peace for the moment, getting his father to accept the payment. On the way out, Hector was clear about not trusting Nacho’s father.

“He’ll come around,” Nacho promised.

After things were settled with Hector, Nacho headed straight for her apartment. Her car was parked outside, but the door was slightly open. Nacho pulled out his gun and ran up to sweep the apartment. It was empty. He called and sent a few messages, even asking her friends if they’d heard from her. He fell asleep while waiting to hear anything from her. When he woke, finding that she never came home, he called again. He got her voicemail this time and left a message.

“What happened yesterday was…complicated. I’ll tell you everything. Call me back…I’m worried.”

When Nacho pulled into El Michoacano to count the takes for the week, he saw her sitting at the table opposite Hector inside. Hector was casually waving his gun around as he spoke to her.

“You want to tell her everything?” he started as Nacho walked in. “I’ll help you. She’s going to sit right here. I will show her…so it’s less complicated.” Hector shrugged.

The first dealer of the day walked in.

Nacho ignored him. “Don Hector-“

“Count the take, Ignacio.”

Nacho took a breath to steel himself, putting his hands out for emphasis. “Don Hector, please-“

Hector cocked the gun and pointed it directly at her. She couldn’t help the tears that came forward, and she struggled to keep calm. “Count the take,” Hector demanded.

Nacho raised his hands in surrender and slowly turned to sit down with his back to the situation. Halfway through counting the take, he heard her whimper. He didn’t see Hector move the gun from aiming at her chest to her forehead.

‘Shut up.” Hector groaned, slamming the gun down on the table and swapping it for his newspaper. Everyone but Hector jumped at the sound of the metal clanging against the aged wooden table.

Nacho finished the count. “You’re good,” he said.

A few dealers later, Domingo came in, and his count was short. Nacho gave him a pass; told him to make it up next week.

“Who works for who?” Hector said, without looking up from the paper. His gun was still resting ominously on the table.

Nacho got up and dragged Domingo back into the restaurant. He begged as Nacho beat him up in the kitchen. The sight broke her heart even more than seeing him collect drug money all morning.

The end of the day came, and she had seen Nacho collect from countless dealers, all of whom seemed familiar enough with him that this wasn’t a new thing. What threw her over though, was watching as he beat Domingo in the restaurant’s kitchen when he was “light.”

After the last dealer, Nacho stood, and Hector spoke again. “Not so complicated, is it?” Hector motioned for them both to leave.

Outside, she pulled out her cell phone, turned it on, and dialed a cab. Nacho noticed the new cracks on the phone and the bruises on her wrist and around her knuckles.

“Let me take you home,” he said, pushing away the thoughts of how she may have gotten the bruises.

“Cab’s already on the way,” she said, making a beeline for the sidewalk without looking in his direction.

“Please,” he insisted. “Just to make sure you get there safely.”

The ride in Nacho’s van was silent. After they pulled into the complex, Nacho followed her up to the apartment.

Nacho locked the door when they were inside. He also drew all of the curtains shut. When he turned to her, she had taken off her jacket, revealing a trail of nasty bruises up the expanse of her arm. He wasn’t surprised when she’d asked him to leave, or when she requested for him to leave his key to her apartment as well.

***

The sound of her front door opening drew her attention. Before she could grab a weapon or call out a warning, the door swung open enough to reveal Ignacio leaning on the frame for support.

He wore jeans and a bloody tank top. He had gauze taped to his shoulder and side, covering the gunshot wounds. Both were bleeding heavily, and he looked like Death.

She rushed forward to help him apply pressure to the wound on his side and get him into the bathroom. “What happened to you?” she asked frantically.

“I couldn’t go to my father,” he said weakly.

“Nacho, you need a hospital,” she said, noticing more blood as she pulled her hand away to pull out the first aid supplies and grab her cell off of the counter.

Nacho reached out to grab her wrist.

“Don’t call anyone,” he begged. The fear in his eyes taking precedence over his pained expression. “They’ll kill you.”

She looked up into his eyes and knew he was telling the truth. She put the phone down. “I don’t know how to help with this, Ignacio,” she admitted.

“Just help me clean up,” he said shakily, “Okay?” Nacho was in more pain than he’d ever been in, but he still needed to comfort her more than anything else. He hated putting her in this situation and regretted that she was the only person he could turn to, not for his own sake, but hers. She didn’t deserve any of the things she’d been through because of him.

To her surprise, someone stitched up the wounds pretty well. They were still bleeding because Nacho came straight to her after his father told him to leave. He hadn’t rested since Hector’s nephews found him in the desert.

Nacho didn’t explain anything apart from mentioning that it would put her in danger to know what was going on. She didn’t push the subject anymore. She gave him pain medicine, helped him undress, cleaned the blood and dirt from his body, and rebandaged the wounds.

They worked in silence until he saw her crying as she washed his blood from her hands. “I’m sorry about this. I’ll go-“

She sniffled, wiping the tears from her face. “You need to rest.” She went into the bedroom and pulled back the covers. By the time Nacho made in there, she was propping up the pillows so he could sleep comfortably without straining either of his wounds. She helped him get comfortable in the bed, and crawled next to him, careful not to jostle him.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “I know it’s been a while since-”

“Try to rest, Ignacio,” she said softly. “We can talk later.”

She looked him in the eyes for the first time in an hour or so. He looked better than when he arrived, but he still looked terrible. How had Nacho gotten himself into this? She patted his arm gently, keeping her hand there until she fell asleep.

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evolsinner · 3 years

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⊱┊24

days go by, another one comes across. however, today is that day, and by ‘that day’ i mean, can we all please have a drumroll, it’s fucking parent~teacher interviews! aka an interrogation under the guise of pleasantries. i thought if i didn’t think about it, it’d just fucking disappear, but hey no, it’s still here.

but that’s okay, you see my parents don’t know a thing about it. i shredded all the notices they’ve sent us and made sure to cut the line every time my sneaky ass school called home. so when it came to my last class for the day, which is english lit obviously, i was quite happy that i didn’t have to stay behind like some students.

the class is empty, it’s almost 4 sharp.

“it’s only interviews,” i try to ease mr killian’s nerves. “just tell them what they wanna hear ~ easy peasy.”

“i wish, but it doesn’t work like that, luv. you know,” he looks up from his paper and removes his reading glasses to rub his weary eyes, “believe it or not, but we hate this day just as much as you kids do.”

“really?” i’m shooked. “thought you teachers just loved taking your sweet as revenge on students on this devilish day. it’s practically reverse halloween where the educators aren’t in costume for the first time, huh.”

mr killian places his pen behind his ear, entertained. “‘reverse halloween’, aye?” he leans back on his chair, arms folded and an ankle~on~knee. “you’re too funny.”

“‘funny’?” i walk over to him, admiring the tantalising dark circles underneath his scintillating eyes. “yeah? and what else?”

he possessively pulls me in between his legs, squeezing my booty in fistfuls. “and sexy and fierce and delicious.”

“do you want a bj?”

“oh, and very fucking naughty too!”

“what you gonna do about it?”

“gee, you’re tempting me.”

“mhm,” i bite my lip.

“you are in serious need of punishment, little girl,” he flicks an eyebrow up. “slide down your panties and lean over my desk.”

my eyes open wide, “no.”

“pardon?”

“i mean, there’s no space on y~y~your desk,” i glance at it. “there’s those booklets, essays, midterms, finals, your laptop...”

“i’ll make space.”

“uh, umm,” i step back.

“nuh~uh,” he pulls me in again so that i’m standing with my thighs directly opposite his thingy. “slide ‘em down right in front of me.”

“that’s too close,” i squeak, going red.

“what difference does it make? you a step back or not, i’ll still see it. c’mon,” he feathers a finger down my bare thigh, “you can’t still be shy? i’ve seen every part of you, every inch of you. the hills, the slopes, the blemishes... want me to go on?”

ok, imma prove him wrong. i undo the button and zipper on my shorts, exposing the bright red lacy panties i got just for him.

“you were hiding those from me?” he points to them, sounding offended.

slowly, i rub my hand over the skimpy fabric, sticking a finger behind the elastic.

“such a tease,” sir leans back. “congratulations, darling, you’ve earned yourself 5 more spanks.”

the thought of him spanking me…

“want me to go easy on you?” he asks, and i see rare mercy dancing around in his eyes.

i nod, prolly a goner if i were dumb enough to take my chances with this guy.

“then touch yourself, sweetheart,” the mercy evaporates from his eyes completely. he just went from a saint to a sinner in a millisecond. “mhm,” he nods to my hesitant expression, “slide your hand through your panties and touch yourself for me. if you don’t moan my name whilst finger~fucking your cunt, i’ll give you the belt.”

heck no, i don’t want to get spanked with a belt! that’ll hurt so much more!! i’ve seen it on 50sog!

“y~you w~want me to m~masturbate for you?”

“did i stutter?”

no, but i did.

shocked at how strangely turned on i’m feeling, i slide my fingertips under the double thin lines of the red covered elastic bands. tell me, why did i wear this again? i inch my fingers down further, my breath hitching up and pelvic muscles contracting.

sir slides his hand into his pants and gently strokes his cock, scarring me with imaginary ciggy burns from the way he’s staring at me doing me. “hurry it up, little one, time is of the essence.”

3 knocks on the door and it swings open with a, “hello?”

mr killian speedily sits up.

and i step back right away, pulling my hand out and tugging my shirt over the open zipper. “mum?”

“roséah,” she squints, “what on earth... dear lord, you have a lot of explaining to do!”

i refuse to blink. i think i’m having something like a heart attack. “w~what do you mean?”

“well, for starters,” she struts up to me, “you didn’t tell me that today was parent~teacher interview night.”

i exhale deeply, relief has never felt this good.

“mr killian, i presume?” mum says, holding her hand out.

i quickly fix myself up behind her.

“please,” he smiles, shaking her hand, “call me isaac.”

why the fuck would mum come here without informing me about it?!?

“apologies for not booking in a time slot and barging in like this. had i known,” mum gives me an irritated look, “i would have been more prepared.”

“it’s no worries, mrs blackburn,” sir tries to downplay it. “i reckon i can squeeze you in before my first interview. so please,” he motions to the two seats preplaced in front of the desk, “have a seat.”

“christella will do just fine,” and she takes no time in making herself comfortable.

i roll my eyes, so fucking annoyed and anxious at the same time.

“if you don’t mind my saying so,” sir gracefully says, “but now i know where your beautiful daughter gets her beautiful looks from.”

mum titters, tucking invisible strands of hair behind her ear and straightening out her pencil skirt.

tf.

sir glances at me and it’s so provocative in nature that i can’t look away, hence he does it for me. “do we have a common friend that can get both of us acquainted with one another?” he causally asks my mother with a chuckle.

aren’t they supposed to be talking about me?

“i don’t suppose so, isn’t that a shame?” mum smiles.

“‘shame’ would be an understatement, stella…can i call you stella?”

“you can call me whatever you want, isaac.”

“ahem!!” eww. ew. “mum,” i shake my head at her like ‘did you forget you have a husband?’, “you might wanna..”

“oh, yes, of course! silly me. so do tell, isaac? how has my daughter been doing?”

“well, to be candour, i’m rather impressed at how dedicated rosé is on learning.”

“hm, is that so?” she gives me a suspicious glance.

“indeed,” mr killian sends me a secret wink.

“does she slack off? because you’d tell me if she did, right?” mum asks.

“mum,” i grumble, she’s so embarrassing sometimes.

mr killian chuckles, “you’d be the first to know, stella. fortunately, that isn’t the case. rosé has quite the eye for accomplishing her goals.”

i’m getting lost in him again...

“gets all her work done on time, doesn’t send inappropriate text messages in class,” he proceeds professionally, kinda cocky, “nor does she ever has to stay back late.”

all of which i do the opposite of, i give him a guilty grin.

mum looks rather very taken aback, considering how i am at home. “seems like she’s quite the student?”

“you’d be surprised by what goes on in these walls.”

that not so hidden half~smile sir gives me pauses my mum in her tracks with her next question. i look at her sudden stiffness and notice how she’s surveying mr killian intently, her eyes narrowed into slits. oh crap.

“ahem!” i shift in my seat quickly.

sir coughs and swiftly brings in another topic.

mum gradually returns to her usual manner.

that was close.

when they finally say their farewells, i feel relieved as a fucking kite flying high up in a blue cloudless sky. mum did a few more interviews before she finally decided to go home. mr killian had given her false hope and high expectations, so it was funny when my other teachers informed her that my grades were declining from b’s and c’s to d’s and e’s.

oops, my bad.

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

it’s late, a major thunderstorm has hit and maxi being the scaredy~cat he is has crept into my room for the night. incoming call from isaac. i decline it. so he calls me again. and i decline it again. busy tryna shoot him a text which he keeps interrupting with phone calls.

daddy🔐 is my furry baby avoiding my calls?

tf he just called me??????

me im not avoiding ur calls jus ctrn cuz baby bro is sleeping in my bed thunder isnt his strong suit :/

daddy🔐 why am i jealous?

lol, seriously? i smile, rolling over to the edge of my bed.

daddy🔐 can’t stop thinking about you...

me jus stop its not dat hard

god, i suck at this.

daddy🔐 i really need to be fucking inside you right now!

uh, what the fuck do i text back?!

daddy🔐 would it be inappropriate of me to ask you what you are wearing since you’re with your kid brother?

haha.

me wow, ur quite the gentleman, arent ya ?

daddy🔐 i try my best.

feeling kinky, i silently remove my oversized graphic tee and take two pictures of myself. then i quickly pop my tee back on before curling up on the bed and hitting ‘send’.

daddy🔐 mmmm leopard panties and no bra, sexy. though i do wish you could move your arm out of the way so i could see my two girls?

no, my boobies are too small and i’m shy!

daddy🔐 such unspeakable things i could to your body right about now. would you like to know, baby?

i’m so tempted to text back ‘yes’, but that’d just get me too hot and bothered which is not a good idea when your lil brother is lying right next to you.

me behave (;

daddy🔐 how about we finish off what we started back in the classroom?

me we hv company rmbr ?

daddy🔐 right.

there’s a while with those 3 flashing dots before he texts back.

daddy🔐 considering we have an audience tonight, i’m willing to keep it pg. on the contrary, was nice talking to your mother today.

me were u flirting w her ?

daddy🔐 i don’t know. was i?

me u so were ! nd evry subtextual sentence u uttered !! she cud hv caught on yanno ?!

daddy🔐 that, i couldn’t help. the look on your face was hilarious. hers too.

i almost lol by just picturing my mum’s face, but i suppress it.

me jus bc u made me laugh dnt mean im not still mad !

daddy🔐 allow me to make it up to you?

me go on...

daddy🔐 there’s this soirée i’m holding with my crew for the long weekend. lakehouse, few beers, great view - thank kinda thing. i want you there.

me y do u want me der ? (;

daddy🔐 ‘cause i wanna fuck you hard on my mate’s couch whilst everyone else is out by the lake.

oh?

daddy🔐 and also because i want you to get to know my people more. (:

he used a smiley face! he never uses smiley faces!

me hmm, guess ill hv 2 think bout it

because i have to ask my mum first!!

daddy🔐 hope this helps?

he sends me a photo or two back, like it was a trade or something. but jesus christ, isaac killian! he was definitely not kidding about having me on his mind!

daddy🔐 don’t ponder too much. goodnight, love.

“rosé..?” maxi murmurs behind me, rolling around.

shit. i drop my phone in an instant and cringe for my luck. “yeah?”

“you’re taking all the blanket and i’m cold..”

“oh, right...” i exhale with relief, placing my phone on the bedside table. i turn around, shifting the blanket over him and putting my arms around him. phew.

i rest my eyes for a second when maxi is like, “what was that?”

“hm?” i smile as he snuggles between my arms.

“that big cucumber looking thing on your phone.”

i almost choke on my saliva. “t~t~that was...you’re dreaming, maxi. this is all nothing but a dream...” i add some whooo noise effect to make it more believable.

“no i am not!” he asserts.

“yes you are! now shut up or go back to your own room.”

thunder cracks intensely and he doesn’t say anything further. thank you, sweet jesus.

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cream of the crop pt. 1

pairing → mygxreader

genre → angst (in future parts), fluff

warnings → for this part, there are no warnings

word count → 6.6k

okAY so fyi this is unedited for now and i might come back to switch certain things up but oh my god in bon voyage there was a part where yoongi got a strawberry milkshake and i stg this was in my wip waaaay before that so when i saw the gif i think i wailed a bit bc he made it literally canon my friends!!!! hope u enjoy this guys im chwishfsdkfhl

Yoongi just wanted a god damn strawberry milkshake to release work stress. not to be grabbed by the arm by a stranger begging him to role play as some perfect boyfriend or another.

There are a variety of absurd experiences Min Yoongi has been unfortunate enough to cross within his current lifetime.

Thinking back, there was that time Yoongi picked up the phone to his childhood best friend Kim Namjoon, who thought he was being robbed by foreigners on the side of the street at one in the afternoon, and frantically asked Yoongi to please come save him by the way its the sidewalk on 44th street bring a gun!

“What kind of fucking robbers let you make a phone call, dumbass?” Yoongi barked into the phone, pretty upset that his afternoon nap was interrupted by some nonsensical disturbance.

“Oh shit Yoongi, you’re probably right,” Namjoon exhales and stays on the phone with him though, as he tries to solve the mystery of the tourists who just wanted to let Namjoon know that he had dropped a couple bills. They were discreetly carrying knives because they were opening a wood carving stand a block over, Namjoon explained later. Yoongi was quite the unamused listener.

There was another time in his already awfully long life when Yoongi himself was found caught in the middle of a fight between a Minecraft gamer and a ballerina carrying a flower vase, but that was a long story where it finally ended with him being released from custody as soon as the police had determined his innocence.

Or that other glitch in his simulation of a life when he had to bring nine cats home with him after work. Yoongi never knew he had a cat allergy, but he learned it the hard way that night as he sneezed so hard for so long till he couldn’t hear anything out of his ears.

So when Yoongi is feeling something in the air tickle his nugget of a brain that he should skip his ritual milkshake tonight and head on home right away to avoid whatever this coming disturbance is, Yoongi does what Yoongi does best, and he ignores his intuition because who cares, what Yoongi wants is his McFreaking milkshake.

Everything goes smoothly. Yoongi successfully orders a milkshake at the bar. He successfully receives the right order. He successfully starts to drink the milkshake in the quiet serenity of two am on a Monday.

But then he fails to leave as soon as she comes in the door, the same girl who legitimately flings the entrance open like some wild animal and he is so horrified he can’t look away from this scene and makes the mistake of meeting your gaze.

The damage is done, however. He knows you’ve selected him as your prey among the barren tables save for one lady picking up fries togo and the waitress staring at you in fear.

“Lady, please get off me,” he groans, pulling your fingers off his biceps as if they’re blood hungry leeches. His arm is free for maybe a second before your fingers fly back, grip stronger than before and this time Yoongi really can’t do much with just the one tired, exhausted hand; the one that isn’t holding the milkshake glass.

He’s whispering a string of curses and damnations at One Week Ago Yoongi for slacking with working out. Or any of his past Yoongis, really. He rests his head on the tips of his fingers, weighing down on his elbow angled onto the table.

“You don’t understand,” you wheeze dramatically, eyes round with terror. Uh, hello? I don’t care enough to understand, Yoongi mentally comments. “My parents, they-“

Sure, you might’ve been exaggerating everything a little, but what’s a little show and extravagance when your damn life is on the line? A matter of life and death knows no tranquility.

He looks at you half lidded; boredom and ‘are you really still talking to me Ican’tbelievetheaudacity’ washing over his face doing a whole awful lot to create a grave aura around him. You can physically see the deathly ash gray energy come off him in waves like something from an anime.

At this point, Yoongi’s thinking he might just ditch you, make a run for it to never see your crazy ass again and the idea is so tempting but instead, he responds. He’s not too sure why, although it’s probably ‘cause he’s paid an awful lot for this deliciously overpriced milkshake that has yet to be completely consumed. But the fact of the matter is he does respond, even thought you’re clearly not in the right state of mind and he really should be telling you to go home.

“Listen, they’re not gunna care if your boyfriend’s a bum. It’s your life anyways, why would they care?” Yoongi notices he’s got about another sip or two of his milkshake and then he can hightail it outta this joint and a certain spazz grabbing onto him.

You let go of his arm, thinking maybe you came off a little too strong and run your hands over your hair to pat down the flyaways contributing to the messy, crazed look.

“Now, I really absolutely must get going… miss,” Yoongi has finished his drink with a content sigh, a little disappointed that the experience was partially ruined with your improv tug of war, but content nonetheless. “Don’t worry, I’ll go ahead and take care of your water,” he reassures you dryly and stands up from the bar’s long legged chair, grabbing his expensive leather jacket. The best purchase he’s ever made in his life, he tends to overshare this fact to anything or anyone with two ears and legs, seeing as how he wears it everyday through wind, rain and the scorching heat.

Your eyes flash in one last lunge of desperation and your integrity flies out the window and disappears into the sky like a balloon. Floating away… peacefully, gone forever till all that’s left is your soulless body embarrassing yourself like this on a Monday at two am.

“Please,” you choke out one last time and sincerity taints your voice, everything you’ve depended on relying on this thin line of his consent.

There’s something about it that Yoongi finds himself hesitating for as his mind reels from the way your fingers grip the end of his jacket sleeve.

“I really, truly only need your help for a couple days. I-I’ll even pay you.”

Your eyes dart to the floor from his face with your final push, unable to face rejection one last time from help you so ridiculously need. His body halts, and with this, you take it as a sign for your fingers to relax and stop holding his like some child refusing to let go of their lollipop.

There’s one thing the weary should know, and it’s that one specific thing hits a chord with Min Yoongi that makes him who he is.

“Shit.”

Hana looks up at you in what seemed like concern and a bit of ‘damn, you live like this?’ tainting her face. You keep going back and forth between looking down at your most recent message on your phone and up to her face, still contorted in confusion unable to face the reality that is your life right now.

You’re not okay, this can’t be happening — everything you had worked up for up until this point, only to be destroyed by your parents’ wrath would be the endgame for your life. You need to lie down and forget this day even happened.

“Are you, okay?” She can’t help but emphasize the ‘okay’ with leaning her head in a tilt.

“Hana,” you squeak out, hands pressed against your eyes till you see stars. It’s late, you’re braincell-less from such last minute studying and you’re absolutely, completely fucked. And not in the nice way you normally would want to be.

“My parents are coming over and want to meet Jungkook.”

Hana lets out a strangled gurgle of terror from the back of her throat as she runs her hands through her dark hair and crawls over to you to peer at your phone screen. Now that she knows you’re fucked, you want to throw your phone out the window and run away. Or just throw yourself out the window. You stand up from your sitting position on the floor and take deep breaths counting to ten and back again.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “You’re screwed.”

You twist your face and tell her, “Thank you so very much for the vote of confidence! I’ll just have to remember that while trying to explain everything to my parents.”

Hana’s pained smile emits an apologetic vibe as she continues to voice her thoughts. “Damn. Seriously though… what’re you gonna do, I mean. You still have… two days?”

“I don’t even know anymore,” you wail, falling back to the floor and hoping it’ll somehow open up, and take your body into the recesses of the earthy ground. “Is a day or two even enough time for him to come back from that trip?”

“Wait, you mean you would have your parents actually meet him?” Hana looks over at you incredulously. “Like, we’re talking about your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, right?”

Backtrack – So, okay, yes maybe you had a few flaws. One of them was the fact that you were maybe a little too prideful. As in it’d physically pain you for your parents to know that your boyfriend was a bum who did absolutely nothing.

You had lied to your parents from the very beginning, pulling off the scam with a few explanations here and there saying, “Oh, no he’s too shy. He won’t take pictures!” when your parents wanted to see who this guy was. The occasional “He can’t meet up with us because he’s studying for his very big exam haha you know how these studious nerds are sorry!”

You wince from her tone, speaking as if he’s a demon sent from hell, and start collecting strands of your hair to comb through with worry.

“I mean, if he were here I could play him up as the guy I made him out to be,” you mused. “They don’t even know what he looks like. Probably think he’s afraid of cameras, poor baby.”

Hana looks slightly revolted from your gently verbalized “uwu” and snaps her fingers to garner your attention back onto the matter at hand.

“Wait- I,” you sat back up, all the blood rushing this way and that causing a weird feeling to consume you and you see black for a good three seconds before it dissipates. “Don’t judge me for what I’m about to say.”

“Done,” Hana nods. “I live with you and judge you enough already.”

You look at her unimpressed, lips curled into an unamused smile.

“How about I get a fake boyfriend? Like, right now?”

Hana doesn’t even know where to begin she laughs because she thinks you’re literally joking but then stops when she knows you’re not. “Uh, you do realize it is two am, Y/N. Where are you planning on going to look for an accomplice to role play your perfect boyfriend?”

“Honestly speaking, I’ll probably have to go to a bar or something.” Just saying this out loud was enough to acknowledge that you yourself were not thinking straight.

“You’re just going to walk into a bar and pick up the first dude you lay eyes on is what you’re implying…” Hana trails off, as she begins to re-evaluate the situation. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you sigh, brushing off your jeans as you stand up. “But this is my only option.”

“Well, you could always tell the truth to your mom and dad. You don’t have to be so full of it, Y/N. And listen, you’re 20 going on 21… how much longer are you going to hide this from your parents? You’re literally an adult.”

You frown and start walking out of the room, grabbing a jacket before you head outside and to the car. “I’m not full of it,” you defend your poor self. “I just need my parents to think I’m living my best life with the best boyfriend so they don’t rub in how they were right all this time or whatever overprotective shit they wanna pull on me.”

Hana holds up her hands as an act of surrendering and picks up your phone from the floor to hand it to you. Before it’s passed off however, a pinging sounds and she calls out the notification.

“Your mom texted you to say–“ Hana squints from how dark your phone’s lighting is. “They’re actually planning on starting to drive over tonight and should make it here by tomorrow evening?”

You start to panic, countless thoughts crashing the calm of your mind like stormy waves as you start to assess your problem at hand. You need to find a fake boyfriend, said fake boyfriend must learn what must be learned about you and said fake boyfriend will need to do a good enough job to keep your parents away forever and hopefully this will work because you don’t know what you’ll do the next time your parents come to “check up” on you because they think something’s fishy with this hypothetical fake boyfriend.

You let out what sounds like something between a sob and a groan as you snatch the phone from Hana’s hands and run out of the house, debating between driving to the nearest diner or running away from home.

See, the problem with your parents were that they were overbearing to the point that they even hated the fact you decided to attend college out of state. Mind them, it was only one state away, but it did absolutely nothing to soothe their constant fretting over your wellbeing and life. You were fed up with the relentlessly strict parental control and went crazy in college – finally dating, drinking and partying – although it was still at a good minimum.

To expose to your parents that you were dating an undecided major who spent the money he could scrounge around for on video games was a one-way ticket to hell so in order to save face and keep up the façade that you in fact were living your best life possible, you dreamt up of the littlest, white lie.

Your boyfriend was a perfect boy. One grade above you, one his way to graduating as a summa cum laude. He had an internship and was already guaranteed a job after college as a biomedical engineering major. You painted the perfect picture so you could present yourself in the best way possible to your parents.

The way your hard work was about to be shattered by the way so many coincidences piled on top of each other was a bit frustrating to say the least. You weren’t sure how you kept this a secret for so long and frankly, how your parents didn’t doubt you from the start but now they believed him to be a camera shy, facetime shy boy that only spent his time studying.

You didn’t even want to start on the numerous occasions you and Jungkook had ended a night fighting because of this ridiculous situation, that sure, you put yourselves in. You weren’t sure why you did this, but of course it wasn’t because you were too prideful.

Yoongi never lets money slip out of his hands. Call him frugal, call him thrifty, he doesn’t care. He just knows that if it’s worth the price, he’ll do it.

“Fine. I’ll do this. But I want cash and I want half of the end amount right now,” he knows he’s being demanding and it does look like you reek of eau de poor college student but with the request you’re making, he thinks it’s only fair.

You look teeny tiny and exhausted from the way you crumple your body on the seat next to him and it’s annoying how much work you’re going through because of a simple lie, but you can’t back out now. The way you’ve been explaining the situation to him is really making you sound a little crazy but hey, you’re only human and this isn’t the weirdest situation Yoongi has ever been in.

“How is this even going to work?” Yoongi looks at you as if you haven’t thought this far ahead. “Haven’t they seen his face? Is he even okay with this? Are you running a scam show? If this turns out to be a mess, I want no part of the repercussions.” He squints at you and crosses his arms, eyeing you suspiciously.

“I’m not stupid,” you roll your eyes and scrunch your face from irritation. “They’ve never seen pictures or anything of his face. I’m thankful my boyfriend doesn’t have social media, but I mean, even if he did my parents are technologically inept, anyways.”

“This is so extra, this is like, almost kind of idiotically stupid,” with a snort, Yoongi continues to doubt you. “I can’t believe I agreed to this. You better pay me the remaining amount as soon as this shit’s done. I’ve got things to do.”

“I’m sure you have so much stuff to do concerning your things,” you bite back and have to hold steady the urge to punch his weak looking noodle arm. Just keep thinking about how grateful you are that this sort of handsome spawn of the devil is agreeing to save your ass and livelihood.

He huffs and has the audacity to look offended, loosely crossing his arms across his chest. “Whatever, run this by me again.”

“Okay,” you sigh. You nearly teeter off the edge of the stool from sleepiness, an untouched glass of water in front of you and you watch the droplets trickle down the sides of the condensating cup. “My name is Y/N and yours is Jeon Jungkook. I’m 20 and you’re 21…”

You start to list off factual information and the details get a little blurry as they re-enter his mind because now it’s almost 3:20 in the morning and Yoongi just wanted a fucking milkshake but now it’s like he’s in college all over again, cramming all the notes and tidbits of information he can into his mind to purge it in five hours on the dreadful test. Even though Yoongi’s suffering, he starts noticing these things about you that’s definitely a little confusing to him and gets him a little worked up but in all the right ways.

He pays attention to the way when you laugh you move to cover your mouth with your hand, it’s kind of endearing. Sure, he’ll admit he thought you were pretty behind the air of desperation and super strange vibes you let out when you first marched into the door. Like, perhaps very pretty. He’s not sure but it might be something to do with the shape of your eyes and the pink of your lips. But the tendency you have to tilt your head when you smile is something that Yoongi starts noticing too and–

Yoongi catches himself thinking these thoughts that are so out of bounds and unnecessarily loud. It’s okay, he mentally argues. These are fake boyfriend feelings and it is late. I am exhausted, I don’t know what I am talking about.

And there you have it folks. Yoongi solves this problem of the Case of Weird Emotions with a simple answer. He’s just a really good fucking actor and can get into character so well that he starts thinking the way his character would. That’s all. And now Yoongi is mentally punching himself because he sounds really fucking weird. And fuck, he needs to stop cursing because he needs to be a well polished, dapper, perfect boyfriend.

He shudders and you see it, not because you’ve been looking at him but because he does it in a really obvious way that calls for attention in your peripheral vision.

“Are you alright?” You ask warily, eyeing him because what if he’s having a spasm attack holy shit?

Yoongi grunts with his absurdly deep voice and says, “Yeah, go on.”

“I wish we had more time,” you whine, rubbing your probably bloated face with sweater paws and something tickles Yoongi’s heart from the way you look and speak although he does his best to ignore it.

“It’s okay, I’ll remember this, I’m pretty sure… let’s just try and come up with a code word or something for me. Like, if I don’t know something I’ll say or do something and you’ll cover for me.”

You nod your head and for the first time that night it seems like you really smile and it’s cute, but not cute enough to swindle Min Yoongi’s heart. Of course not.

“Do you know how to crack your fingers?” You ask after a few moments of deep contemplation.

Yoongi suddenly looks small because he’s shoving his hands in between his thighs to cover them from the cold and you almost coo as he nods his head yes.

“Great,” you look away from his figure to calm yourself. “Just do that and then I’ll fill in. That’s the signal.”

“Does this mean we’re done now?” Yoongi’s voice has gotten raspy over the span of time you’ve spent with him because of how he spent most of it just listening to you and barely opened his mouth.

“I dunno,” you nervously gnaw on your lower lip, another habit Yoongi has picked up on fondly. Or not fondly, not at all… at least only fondly with fake boyfriend feelings. “I’m really not sure how this is going to turn out. Thankfully my friend is going to stay at a friend’s house to avoid more possible complications.”

“Alright then, give me a call tomorrow morning and I’ll get over to your place by two in the afternoon.”

You shake your head, “No, come earlier. We need as much time as possible to go over this. Remember? They’re arriving sometime that night.”

Yoongi groans from the revolting sentence he has just been forced to hear and he cries, “But I can’t! You’ve kept me up for this long evil lady, I should’ve been in bed falling asleep hours ago!”

“I’m sorry,” you feebly offer. “But I really need to nail in a lot more with you.”

Yoongi grumbles a wide variety of things under his breath comprised of but not limited to, “You’re lucky you’re cute”, “Fuck, I need a good ten hours of sleep to retain all this information, though” and “Damn it, I want my money”.

“Fine– 11 is the earliest I’ll be there. And are you sure you’re okay with giving me your freaking address? You’re going to let a stranger know where you live and you’re fine with it,” Yoongi lowers his tone towards the last bit in uncertainty.

“I’ll be fine because my roommate is a police force trainee who has armed me with a panic button along with pepper spray. You’ve been warned,” you wiggle your brows. “Plus you’re my fake boyfriend and you want the money. I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven.”

You both get up from your chairs, leaving cash tips and Yoongi’s expression changes into one of respect and newfound admiration.

“Duly noted,” he chuckles as he holds the door open for you to walk through, the brisk, autumnal air enveloping you.

Outside in the parking lot you head towards your car and see only a couple other vehicles, one of them being a motorcycle and you don’t think twice about it till Yoongi is waving goodbye to you as he walks in the direction of it.

“Wait,” you call out and Yoongi immediately halts, turning to face you with an expectant raise of his brow. “That’s your ride?” You point at the motorcycle.

He smirks and shoves his hands into his leather jacket as deep black as the galaxy and his hair swirls around from the wind above his twinkling eyes.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

You groan, wondering if you have enough money to fork up however much it would cost to rent a car. You’re pretty sure you don’t, but if it’s for this boy, the best you could pick out on a quiet Monday morning at two, the cream of the crop, you’ve really got no other choice.

You just hope this cream of the crop has a license to drive a car.

The next morning you wake up at eight, sitting up in your plush bed as memories of last night flood your mind in horror. Restless sleep tightened your neck through the night, stress eating away at you and your ability to sleep peacefully.

You groan, peeking at your alarm clock and take a deep breath before you whip your hair out of your face and harden your resolve by sheer will. You pull of the covers and step out of your room, trailing for the kitchen in order to brew yourself some deeply needed coffee.

“Coffee first,” you mumble. Priorities.

Hana is sitting in the living room, a mug on the coffee table in front of her. She looks up as soon as she sees you enter from the short hallway.

“Mornin’ sunshine, there’s some coffee left for you,” she chippers cheerfully. “You got up pretty early. You’re meeting the man of the hour soon, right?”

“Meh, don’t remind me,” you grumble, shuffling into the kitchen and from the coffee machine, you see her kick her slippers off and finish the last of her homework. You pour the still hot liquid holy grail into your Totoro mug and start to mix in cream and sugar seeing as how you’re not as abhorrent as Hana with her love of black coffee.

“But damn, you were just a wreck last night,” Hana teases. “I can’t believe you really got someone to do something this crazy for a girl they just met.”

“It was the money,” you point out, sipping the first few tastes of coffee. It needs a bit more sugar. “I’m so fucken exhausted! Listen, I don’t even have that kind of money to pay him.” You can hear your stash of hidden cash for emergencies underneath your drawer already crying for help. This could qualify as an emergency, you doubtfully suppose.

Hana is still recovering from the surprise of hearing your insane plan worked, even if she found out last night. You remember how you entered the house, satisfied with how quote on quote smoothly the ordeal went even if you were about to be $600 short on money and stressfully sleep deprived the next morning. Hana walked out of her room with sleepy eyes and a bit of bedhead to you getting ready for bed so early in the morning, although she gained a bit of consciousness after hearing how your plan had indeed, succeeded.

Now that it’s the morning and your adrenaline rush had bled away and you’re in a clearer state of mind, doubt starts to trickle in and you are wondering what in hell you were thinking in the first place. You shake the thoughts away and focus on the task at hand.

“I’ll be getting out of the house soon,” Hana comments, starting to pack up whatever textbooks and notes she’ll need for the next day or two.

“You’re the amazingest,” you gratefully smile at her and try to convey your upmost sincerity. As best you could, at least.

“Yes,” she agrees mindlessly. “I am, aren’t I? I am so amazing—so amazing that I am literally leaving the apartment that I share with you for you and the stranger to bond and learn how to role play as lovers. It sounds crazy, I know, but here we are.”

Your smile fades away as you look at her in playful disbelief. “Go to your room, pack your granny underwear and your granny clothes, and leave this household!”

Hana scrunches her nose in distaste, “They’re not granny clothes! They’re retro! And thongs or whatever strip of fabric you claim are underwear are so uncomfortable, literally leavemealonegoodnightDevil!”

You laugh as she prances to her room to stuff her duffle bag full of clothes she’ll need in order to survive for the time she’s gone and you glance at the clock to see it read 8:30, and you go off to your room to get ready for the very. Incredibly. Extremely, long day ahead.

It is at ten that you have finished cleaning up your room, taken a quick shower and waved off Hana out of the home you two share. You walk back inside after seeing her depart safely promising to text you when she arrives, even though it’s the daytime and she’s just a good ten feet away, you never know what could happen. Even if she’s almost a police officer.

Which, speaking of, she has reminded you countlessly about, telling you to pass on the message that she will personally come to fuck him up if anything happens to you. You appease her with saying you will, but you sure as hell don’t plan on doing so.

Closing the door, you sigh deeply and it leaves you a little lightheaded as you lean your back against the door.

“Oh, shit.”

It hits you then that this is really happening. Like, your idiotic plan your brain thought up of that you thought was foolproof was really happening. There were so many holes that could expose you in a second and the thought of you being ousted in front of your parents tugged at your pride riddled mind.

The anxiety twitches your fingers as you pull up your phone and it leaves you staring at his message from last night.

yoongi: see u at 10:30

You forget he suddenly promised an earlier time at the last minute and you reckon you’ve got yourself about twenty or so minutes for him to show up at your door. It’s enough time for you to beat your face with makeup and put on some presentable clothes.

At 10:30 sharp he arrives at the door and it catches you by surprise because he doesn’t seem to be an advocate for timeliness. You tug down at your cropped sweater one last time before you open the door to see Yoongi in all his slightly bloated, freshly showered glory.

He looks a bit nervous, seeing as how he kept worrying over this very situation he should never have gotten himself into over the night not to mention what if you sent him the wrong address. Yoongi’s eyes flit from your face to the room behind you but he manages to keep his jittery

“Hey,” you sigh in relief. “Thank goodness you’re here. And thanks for coming so early.”

Yoongi loses a bit of the nervousness in his system and seems a bit more relaxed than he was when you first met him, probably because he’s gotten a better grip of his surroundings than last night, when he was completely hit with a curveball. In the face. At 500 miles per hour. In the form of you. HIs face loses the tension in the muscles and his lips take on a nonchalant smile. You also notice he’s wearing the same leather jacket as last night and you wonder if he has anything else available to wear.

“No worries,” he says in that gruff voice of his but he clears his throat quickly and yeah, you notice he’s still pretty high strung. This whole tribulation is probably a first for him too.

“Come on in,” you gesture inside, and make space for him to make through. Not that he needed much anyways being the tiny man he is.

“Alright,” he mutters, stepping into the apartment and slipping off his shoes. He doesn’t really pay attention to the apartment anymore but rather your outfit. You wearing sweatpants that still hug your legs and figure looks really good with the bit of skin exposed under the hem of your cropped Adidas sweater and Oh my God shut up, he scolds his train of thought.

It’s just that psychology of attraction at first sight, or whatever. Sure, it’s not his first time meeting you, sure, but you two have only recently met. Yoongi is certain he is a man of strong will. He would never let himself start feelings these things for someone who is already in a relationship.

He tears his gaze away from you before you can notice his burning stare and starts to run his eyes over the layout.

“Well,” you laugh strangely, trying to cover your skittishness. “This is where I live. I guess we can run over what we talked about last night over there on the couch.”

You point at the black sofa and Yoongi nods, walking over to sit down stiffly.

“Did you want something to drink?” You ask, noticing the way he stays pretty quiet. This won’t do. Your fake boyfriend is a great conversationalist.

“No, I’m fine, let’s just go over what we have to. I don’t wanna mess up…” Yoongi trails off and a hint of concern tinges his voice as you smile.

“Sounds good,” you agree.

“Okay, first things first,” you start reciting the basics as you are sat next to him. Yoongi does a really good job of staying on task at first, he swears. He’s listening intently but all of a sudden he’s thinking about how sweet and pretty your voice is and next thing he knows he’s thinking about how hard it is to just even meet your gaze, because your eyes are just such a wonderful outlet of all your emotions it’s really hard to meet them and not just go on and dive into the pool that is you and then—

“We might have to gel your hair back,” you muse softly and Yoongi is shaken out of his schoolboy crush-like trance.

“Fuck no. No,” Yoongi is firm with his decision, holding his hand out to emphasize his stance. “The forehead stays covered.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh as you cover your mouth with your hand and say, “Fine.”

Yoongi notices once again how you have a habit of doing that when laughing and he hates how it’s pretty adorable.

“How did you get here, anyways?” You ask suddenly. “Not with your bike, I hope…?”

Yoongi grins at you and you notice that he’s one of those gummy grinners and it does a little something to you but you avoid it at all costs and swallow it down.

“I Ubered here,” he said simply. “I figured I could say my car’s in the shop if your parents ask.”

You widen your eyes and nod in approval. “Brilliant! That’s really good Yoongi, thank God I don’t have to pay for a rent a car.”

“Speaking of payment,” Yoongi is reminded of your debt to him at the passing mention of money but is glowing from your praise. “Need I say more? Don’t worry about the Uber fee, I won’t be holding those against you, call it service.”

“How kind of you,” you grimace, hearing the cries of your emergency money once more, as you tell him to stay put. “I’ll be right back with half of it.”

When you count out 300 and carefully tuck the rest away, you turn around to walk out only to see Yoongi peering in your door, arms crossed and looking quite interested.

You jump at the sudden intrusion-like non-intrusion and scowl, asking, “What are you doing here? You scared me shitless and you’re very lucky I didn’t shriek.”

He shrugged, tousling his dark hair from his eyes and replied, “If I’m gonna be your fake boyfriend, I should know what your room looks like. As your fake boyfriend, of course.”

You groan and tell him, “Get a good, quick look around, because here’s your money and now we’re leaving.” You slap the wad of cash onto his unsuspecting palm and push his shoulders out the door.

“I know you kind of know me because of all the information I might’ve been burning into your mind the past 24 hours about yours truly, but I barely know a thing about you and we’re really acquaintences at best, still.”

Yoongi lets you lead him out of the hall into the living room and with a quick look at your lockscreen, you see that it’s still only 11:14. He stuffs the money in the back pocket of his jeans, which fit him quite nicely around the thigh area, if you may say so yourself.

“Fine,” he mutters and you barely catch it with your already dull hearing.

“What’s fine?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa as he takes a seat as well.

“I said, fine. What do you wanna know about me?” He asks, finding interest in the boring coffee table.

“Uh,” you trail off, unprepared for this kind of a question. “Wait, do I want to know more about you? I should be thinking of you as my boyfriend Jungkook, putting history and information behind you would make it too easy for me to differentiate…”

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a condescending sigh that you somehow know isn’t very genuine. “Just ask three things about me, so we’re not complete strangers,” he offers a compromising deal.

You let it sit with you for a second. If you made a slip up would you be able to recover? It was already hard enough, calling him Yoongi—already so hard enough that it was weird to remind yourself you’d have to be calling him Jungkook in a few hours. Eh, screw it.

“Where do you work?” You ask your first question tentatively.

“I work as a part time server for now,” he replies as if it’s something of a bother. “At the barbecue place downtown.” You have a brief idea of where it is, having passed by it a few times while you were in the vicinity.

“Alright,” you huffed. “What’s your other part time?”

Yoongi looks a bit confused at first with the way you worded it, but he catches on quickly seeing as how he’s got a fast train of thought.

“Oh, yeah. You remember my bike? I wanna go into autotech service. Or something like that, like engineering,” he vocalizes his thoughts and grows a bit red.

“That’s really awesome,” you smile at him and he grows comforted by the idea of you approving his passion. Although he shouldn’t be so—

“Do you have a girlfriend?” This question takes you back by surprise too, and you swear it was a slip of your tongue.

“I—“ Yoongi wasn’t ready, didn’t even think you were one bit interested in his love life but he answers directly. “No.”

For some reason you like hearing that answer, something like satisfaction burns at your tongue and heart and you don’t understand why when you have a perfectly cute boyfriend named Jeon Jungkook (the real one) you can call yours.

“Sorry, I didn’t know where that came from,” you giggle nervously.

Yoongi brushes it off and breathes evenly. He’s not sure why he’s worked up uncomfortably like this and he wants to skip to the part where this is all over and he goes back to moping around, living out his normal, daily routine.

We are acquaintances, he keeps reminding himself.

You two end up talking about yourselves a bit more, because pictures of your dog reminds him of his dog and from there the conversation flows a little too perfectly because now you’re intrigued by the mystery that is Min Yoongi and you want to know more and everything about him. This goes on for the next six hours and it’s filled with so much talking and laughing and you’ve even cooked up lunch because oh my goodness you found ingredients to make pancakes.

Then dawn rolls around as if it’s only been a mere thirty minutes and to be honest, it feels likes you know Min Yoongi more than your own boyfriend Jeon Jungkook.

You shake that last thought off, startled from the way you so abruptly stated that. Internally, of course.

Yoongi’s barely opened his mouth to ask you another question when-

The doorbell rings and it echoes throughout the inside of your home and holy shit it feels so intimidating and loud and Yoongi just isn’t ready, but can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now if he’s this scared of what’s to come.

You glance at him almost as if you’re seeking refuge in someone’s comfort so he grits his teeth a bit because between the two of you, he realizes he’s got to stay the rock.

Yoongi narrows his eyes until they resemble somewhat to a feline’s. He’s the rock.

And not just in the Dwayne Johnson sort of way.

oooooookay oh my goodness this is unedited but i wanted it off my shoulders before i got to work so here this is please enjoy but send me feedback or anything you'd like through my inbox thanks!!!

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handofhonor · 6 years

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HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED: I’ve slowed down significantly since I started Ned. I rely on my queue to make me look active and I don’t touch my blog for days at a time sometimes. I mean, before today, the last time I was on tumblr doing things was like 5 days ago. I’m busy, I have a lot going on in my personal life that kind of has put a damper on things. I’m stressed a lot about a lot of things and it isn’t help a lot. But, when I do reply, I tend to do a bunch at once and throw them into my queue to make sure that everything is running smoothly and it appears that I’m still around

REPLIES : It depends on the thread. I don’t have a set length that I use for replies. I reply based off what my partner does. Sometimes it’s multi-paragraphs and other times it’s shorter than that. I have a hard time just replying with one-liners. I need some sort of inner dialogue or my reply is slacking and not giving Ned his true voice considering he’s a very quiet person? I also tend to reply to things I have muse for first. Like even tonight, I did two replies, and that’s it before I went to work on these memes that I was tagged in haha

STARTERS : I’ve pretty much stopped starter calls. If i want to write with you, I’ll come to you. Of course, you guys are more than welcome to come to me. However, I am busy. Anyway, with starter calls, I’ve found that people don’t tend to reply to the starters I post anyway, so what’s the point? Like I don’t get that, why like a starter call and then never reply to it?? It’s rude imo and a waste of time. If you don’t want to write with me, then don’t write with me. And also people who post starter calls and never get around to actually writing your starters. That’s annoying too. Anyway, yes. I’ve just stopped posting those all together. I also prefer to write the starters if it’s a plot that I’ve come up with since I have the idea in mind anyway haha

INBOX : This a special place where things go to sit and ever are posted. I’m awful at replying to memes when people send them in. I try my best sometimes but it just... falls apart. I don’t know why but I guess if I’m not in the mood for something, I’m not going to do it. I do feel bad for people who send in memes and then never get answers back. Apologies people. I try my best to do things. I do love positive, random messages tho. Those are my favorite bc they make me smile c:

SELECTIVITY : This... depends honestly on the mood I’m in. I’ve gotten more selective with who I follow, just to keep my dash clean but it really just depends

WISH LIST : I mean, I do have an entire tag for this but I also know that I would like to do things in my lesser used verses, such as st.ar wa.rs or hu.nger g.ames or pe.nny dr.eadful, etc.There’s somethings in those verses that I would like to do, I think those would be fun. There’s not a lot I want to do anymore bc I’ve done most of it over the past few years?? maybe I should re-evaluate this... -insert thinking emoji-

HONEST NOTE : What kind of honest are you talking about bc I could go many different ways with this.... I guess to say that I’m a friendly, out-going person. I am extremely busy with plently going on in my personal life that is, sadly, impacting here, too. Sometimes that just happens. I manage to find time to come on when I want to, not when I feel like I need to work on replies. I think that’s the big thing that’s changed for me. I come to this blog when I want to, not when I feel like I need to, if that makes sense. But yeah, feel free to hop into my messages, I do take forever to reply at times, and I do apologize for that. That’s just the nature of who I am on here xD

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survivorathena-allstars · 6 years

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Episode #8: “I'll Fall on the Sword” ~ Charlotte

Let me be like my favourite simpson and Merge. GOD

UGH I THOUGHT WE WERE MCFUCKING MERGING JFLADKJFALSD ANYWAYS I GUESS NOT!!!!!! I'm happy with how tribal panned out but GOD this is an ugly turn of events! At least I don't have school tomorrow and the vote went how it should have. I was in auditions for over four hours tonight and I wasn't able to game talk like AT ALL but I love my allies and they covered it for me. I'm so happy! I think that maybe after THIS vote we'll merge or something... I don't know. Why didn't we merge at 13 if Duncan's power is like??? You know??? You can run and hide from final 13 to final 10 idk it's just weird. And ugh I just,,,,, I WANT TO WIN THIS CHALLENGE SO I DONT HAVE TO VOTE OUT RUTHIE OR KEVIN FDKAKFSD this sucks. I like them both. I'd rather Kevin than Ruthie but that might be difficult because of like,,, how this vote went down lmao. But it was cute how Autumn, Ruthie, and Kevin didn't even stick together after that 3-3-1 vote like WOW JFKDSJFLKAS iconic and I love it. Now I'm hungry and I'm gonna go eat something bye

I literally hate this task challenge with a passion I don't have the reaction time for it rip me and my life and my tribe

I'm forever an Emily & Owen stan but can they go to sleep. PLEATHE

Not to be full of myself but I did #that and more. I mean I'd like to think it was my move bc I suggested her name first so. Her vote said that I was like playing both sides but tbh I wasn't even playing her side at all??? (I accidentally forgot to message her skdkdkd) I just hope that doesn't like...marr my reputation, as small as it already is. Anyways I'm upset about no merge and just hoping we can win this challenge because we were already uncertain last time who knows what'll happen tomorrow night.

Plz ask for a mutiny so I can go to the other tribe even though they are losing please and THANK YOU

CameronI think I speak for the entirety of Loronha when I say I HATE YOU OWEN AND EMILY ________________________________________________________________ *narrator voice* he does not have faith in his tribe

If I was a Pokémon I’d be Ekans. Hiss hiss

Losing this badly is so hard to deal with after winning so well the last few rounds. I so desperately want to make merge, you know? And if this is the thing that does me in... well that would suck.

this is the most DISHEARTENING challenge, we are always just a second behind the other team and i am so frustrated and sad and everyone on our tribe is trying their hardest but it's just not working for us

I love losing. It's okay, I'll fall on the sword if we do lose bc I literally couldn't do any of these tasks because I am an adult and I have to work.

I’m really sad and disheartened and this is so so so devastating. This is the first time in any game where I’ve felt this close to a group of people and I’m so upset that one of us has to leave. We tried so damn hard and we were so close and I’m so upset and sad and I. Want to cry

i cant believe i won!!! im shaking!!! ali is the devil but we won anyway because god always prevails over evil amen!!! britain tell me how my ass tastes!!!! can we please merge!!!

I hate being mad like this. I hate feeling like I want to scream at people and tell them how angry I am. But that's how I feel, so I'm gonna put it in a confessional. Emily and Owen, I'm so sorry in the future and know that likely 10 hours from now I'm not gonna feel this way but. FUCK YOU EMILY AND OWEN. DO YOU FOOLS NEVER SLEEP? DO YOU NOT HAVE LIVES? EMILY DONT YOU GO TO SCHOOL? DID YOU SKIP SCHOOL TO DO THIS CHALLENGE? WHAT THE HELL!

I'm glad my tribe won even though I wish there was a mutiny where they could have lost a TON of points and lost one of their own in the 'Alliance Against Ruthie TM'

i cant fucking believe i got 5 points for steamed hams, and then emily said eggs was a fun fact and ruined my only contrifuckinbution! i still love her but kdjshgkjdshgkdjshhkj

You all know me as the heartless meanie who lost his shit multiple times during Azores, but right now I'm gonna fucking cry I don't wanna have to vote anyone off this tribe. Like I thought I felt bad before making the move against Madison or having to give up on trying to save Jack, but this is the absolute HARDEST thing that's happened yet. Even if it's Charlotte because apparently she wants us to vote her out, I'm still gonna be crying during this one. This sucks.

Someone from Loronha is winning this game. No ifs, no buts. We all fought SO HARD to win. So hard. And we all got so many points, despite the odds and just stuff being against us. With my strategy, any plans I had of voting against Dana/Will/Cameron? they are gone. I love them all SO MUCH, and have no intention of voting them out. At merge, the war on Atalaia begins. ________________________________________________________________ Like ugh I love me some Emily but come merge? Emily and Lily are outta here.

Thank GOD we won that challenge. I did SO MUCH and if we had lost I would’ve probably wanted Kevin to go home since he contributed the least to the competition at least from what I saw. And also, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I did SO MUCH for our tribe. Like whenever I was at auditions or sleep they were like,,,, we need Emily!! Like? That’s a good feeling. Don’t vote me out because I’m pulling my weight hehe! But also why the fuck did they need me so bad these things aren’t hard you just gotta be speedy!! Whatever. Also I cracked an egg on my head for no reason. I’m the queen of eggs though so it’s fine.

There's something especially depressing about the fact that Charlotte is so willing to go, whether it's because she really is truly over the game or she has stuff going on... It's just sad watching a pseudo-quit like this happen, especially coming off of last night's outright devastation. If y'all thought the Emily boot in Azores was sad (when literally everyone cried on live cam), then this is gonna be even worse - idk how but it's worse. But looking at the bright side, at least it's gonna get me through to the next round.

Charlotte has asked/offered to go tonight which I really respect and appreciate. I am so devastated to see her go though. Charlotte is an icon, a legend, an inspiration. She is truly the most justified all star in this cast. Come merge, the Loronha tribe is literally going to be F6. I'm speaking it into existence. ________________________________________________________________ God Charlotte going tonight is gonna be such a tragedy. But unfortunately a queen must fall for an empire to arise. Its time for the Loronha dynasty to begin.

Hi I feel awful about everything and this game is making me have a heart which should honestly be a crime. As long as I am not being tricked by everybody on my tribe (always a possibility, I am impossible to blindside), I think Charlotte is going home on her own accord tonight. I feel SO bad about it, but at the same time I think she would have gone home either way (idol plays aside), which I'm not sure she expected. Also i'm feeling kind of good about the game right now because I think the dynamics on both tribes are good for me going into a merge situation. 1) Will and Duncan aren't close, and I'm close with both of them. 2) Duncan is close with Zach, who I am close with, and will use for information and then vote out expediently so I can win (probably tbd). 3) I still have my alliances from both my tribes with most members in tact (rip Autumn a quen) 4) I didn't even have to lie to anybody yet.. Wig! I just withheld a lot of information, but weirdly, people have been spilling their game tea to me which honestly ya girl loves! 5) Everyone i'm working with wants Emily out and amazing because i sure do too. 6) Ashvika is close to Duncan and also mad that Autumn was voted out, me too girl. Ok wig I have more thoughts but umm this is all for now ladies. See u on the flip side hopefully xoxo

I have no idea whether I’ve done a confessional or not this round and ideally it’s not my last one. So Loronha finally lost again after WE DIDNT MERGE AT 13! *side eyes emoji* and honestly the tribe’s moral was shot, right in the gut. Like they all felt so bad about losing it must’ve beeen a rush to be a part of that challenge. Lots of emotions are out and people are in their feels. Apparently Charlotte is very okay with going home and says she has no ulterior motives. I wanted Cameron out first but if Charlotte is willing to go and wants us to vote her out, who am I to stand in her way? I ain’t shit. And I know if I was in that position I’d prefer to go home too. I just don’t think she was as invested as she should’ve been and she realizes that. It’s just sad and I hope she’s not fronting and that we Merge soon.

I THINK I'M MAKING MERGE GIRLIES!!!!!!!! So, with that, I'm going to talk about all the people left in the game and my opinions on them for merge because I've been slacking on confessionals this round!

Okay starting with Ali: Ali has an idol and I'm hoping I'm the only one that knows that still. I'm a little worried not being on his tribe right now because 1. he could build closer relationships with people that are not me 2. he could tell other people about his idol 3. he could tell other people I know about his idol. 3 is bad because then people will know Ali and I are very close. Though I haven't been discreet about any of my relationships in the game thus far, I guess another very out there tie to a player will just? Happen? I guess? I don't know. I'm definitely going to spill all the tea from our 3-3-1 6-0 vote because he's going to get the tea eventually and I'd rather it be from me. I also wonder how close Ali and Duncan are right now because I remember them being a bit rocky before the joint tribal, so who can be sure? I can't.

Ashvika: Really sweet girl and I'm glad we got Autumn out. Ashvika was wanting to save Autumn during the joint tribal and that means they were close, especially because they just played together. I figure Ashvika and Duncan are close because of what I know from Duncan. I wonder if that relationship is still in tact or if Ashvika is now closer to Will and Dana. I remember them being close for some reason. This could be inaccurate but? Idk.

Charlotte: I honestly don't know where I stand with Charlotte! I have no idea where her allegiances are and like? I just really don't know. I remember her and Zach being close but now that they're on different tribes, I don't know where she stands. And I also know that Duncan low key wanted Charlotte out in the earlier days of this game so like... she could be going out next because of her lack of allies and Duncan kind of wanting her out. I don't know how much power Duncan has over there. But also, Charlotte got Jack's vote last time Elaenia went to tribal council so... it's likely? I guess? I don't know. We'll see.

Dana: I don't really know much about Dana other than her and Will are tight. And Zach. And probably Ashvika. That's going to have to be a group I either 1. work with or 2. look out for when we merge. I can just like... sense it. But I also think that Will and Ali are close and then Dana and Zach are close and they're my closest allies so like??? Ali and Zach can probably keep me safe or at least differ targets off my back if my name happens to come up. And I like that!

Duncan: I love Duncan. He has an idol. Idk who else knows other than Ali and I. I hope that's it. Oh wait this is me remembering mid-type that I told Lily about Duncan's idol lol. FUNNY EMILY anyways. Lily probably won't tell. I hope she doesn't. Whew. I think Duncan should be okay 1. because he has an idol 2. because he like??? has a good social game?? I'm hoping to see him in merge.

Kevin: Honestly don't know how I feel about him because we saved him last round but he voted for Lily the round before and like... wtf I don't like that? fjkldsfalsd I thought he and Lily were TIGHT and then he just goes around and votes Lily out like WOW idk man. I know he's my secret santa but he's SKETCHY!!! If we were to have gone to tribal this round, I would've wanted to vote him out. I know that's flip-floppy because we saved him last round and kept Ruthie out of the loop but that's the truth lol

Lily: My absolute fav person ever!!! In a game sense, I would say I'm like ... 4th closest to her. Zach, Ali, and Owen are above her. But everything else I love her! She has that vote negator and I'm happy she FINALLY got something good from the arch*p*l*go!!

Cameron: Love him love him love him! I feel like we won't work together in this game though. Not sure why I just... don't see it happening? It might. We shall see. He reminds me to take my medicine every night. I <3 him. And for the short period of time we've been together in this game I've been decently honest with him. He was one of the few people I told before the Madison vote that I was gonna vote for Autumn rather than Madison just because she's my friend and it hurts :( so I'm hoping he's willing to vote with me even though he thinks I'm a major snake. God.

Owen: I was doubtful about him at first but I think I've made a genuine connection with him! I was like high key scared he was gonna flip on Lily/Zach/Myself for Autumn/Kevin/Ruthie but he DIDN'T and I'm so happy about that. I really like him and he's been very helpful in challenges so I'm thankful for that!! He's so sweet and we have a snapchat streak and anyone that puts up with my streaks is a blessing

Ruthie: I really love Ruthie and keeping her out of the loop last vote was really something dksjfkasld I'm sad that it happened but like we needed to just in case an idol was played or something. I hope she's willing to work with me later down the line but I think our relationship definitely needs some healing.

Will: Love Will and I really hope we can ACTUALLY work together this game! I know things were messy with the Madison vote but I'm hoping that that doesn't get in the way of our game relationship. Though me fucking things up with Ruthie might also hinder it... I'm not sure. I think Ali and him are close and I'm close to Ali so like? Yeah keep me safe Will xoxo. Will is also definitely close to Dana since she exposed some of his tea during the scavenger hunt. I would never expose tea from any of the people I'm not close with you know? yeah they're close. Her draft name in Azores was "Dana I want Will to win" and I remember that because I had to read it like ten times to finally understand what it said

Zach: I love Zach so much and he's my number one ally despite me not like telling him about either one of Ali or Duncan's idols lmao. Ugh I just love Zach so much and I trust him with ??? MY LIFE????? I'd go to rocks for him I love him. He's so honest with me (I think) and I just love him omgjdklfjaskldflasd god I love Zach he's great he's so sweet I can tell we're going to stay friends after this which is my favorite thing about him!! AHHHHH!!

Well this confession was super long and I started it around 3:00 and I'm just now submitting it (7:27 PM lol)

Charlotte becomes the 8th person voted out of Athena All Stars in a 7-0 vote. You can see Charlotte’s preseason interview here.

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