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Bunker Bunch- Ch.6 Not in the Cards

@spnkinkbingo square filled:Impala sex

@spnfluffbingo2019 square filled: Road Trip AU

@spnsongchallengebingo square filled: Meant to Be by Florida Georgia Line & Bebe Rexha

Word Count:roughly 2,800

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After the wedding you and Dean set off for your Heavenly Honeymoon in Vegas. But since when does anything go as planned for the Winchester’s?

Warnings: language, implied cheating (not really though, you’ll see), roleplay, playing hard to get, brief mention of bad relationships, dom/sub themes, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, P in V sex, overstimulation, praise kink, FLUFF.

A/N: This is my submission for @crashdevlin 600 follower challenge. My prompt was the song “Meant to Be” by Florida-Georgia Line and Bebe Rexha. Lyrics are in Bold and Italics

A/N2: Thanks to my awesome beta @maddiepants 😘❤️

Finally. The Bags were packed and loaded into the trunk of the Impala, snacks in the old beat up cooler, and your man in the driver's seat. You bid everyone farewell and slid into the sleek black Chevy. Dean turned the ignition and Baby roared to life, it was time to put the pedal to the metal on your Honeymoon road trip to Vegas!

Things seemed to be going smoothly, several hours on the road in companionable silence, singing along to Dean’s classic rock tapes. Finally, after passing what you swore was the same farm three times you had to speak up,

“Dean, do you know where you’re going?”

“Course I do sweetheart, we’re goin to Vegas!”

“No, I mean right now. Where are we?”

“Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my dash, stop worrying sweetheart, I've driven cross country my whole life Y/N. I know what I’m doing” he replied calmly.

“But Babe I’m pretty sure we’ve passed the same farm more than once. I think we’re going in circles” you said clicking at the new navigation system that Sam had installed as a wedding present.

Dean looked at you and slowly pulled over to the shoulder. Once the Impala was in park he picked up the navigator and looked at it. He tapped at the buttons but the robotic British voice just kept repeating “turn left at the next stop”.

“Sonovabitch!”Dean mumbled, “its this stupid, convoluted techie crap that Sam put in! It’s busted!”

“Dean calm down. No need to go nowhere fast, let's enjoy right here where we at” you said trying to calm his anger and admiring the beautiful fields of blooming flowers.

Dean reached over and opened the glove compartment, only to find it empty.

“I don’t even have the map! He took my map? Dammit Frances when I get back to the Bunker I’m gonna kick your ass!” he shouted slamming his hand on the steering wheel for emphasis.

“Without the map, Who knows where this road is supposed to lead. I’ll have to pick one up at the next gas station” he sighed looking down the main road.

“I’m starving” you said, “how about a picnic over there in the grass? We got nothing but time” you said rubbing his shoulder. Dean sighed and turned the car off,

“As long as you're right here next to me, everything's gonna be alright.”

Dean smiled and grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers together as you walked through the fields of flowers.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

After a nice lunch, a quick nap, and some flower picking, you both piled back into the car to continue your trek to Sin City.

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me?

See where this thing goes

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

Three days… three days of pure hell. I mean sure, there were some nice moments, like the picnic with Dean, but for Chuck sake could anything else go wrong?! First the driving in circles, from the busted navigation, then you got a speeding ticket when Dean FINALLY let you drive so he could sleep, you got stuck in traffic for hours because of an accident on the highway, some asshat tried to mug you at a Gas n’ Sip and now? Well now, Dean hit a pothole and Baby blew a tire! And you aren’t even halfway to your Vegas destination!

So here you sit, at a bar, in the middle of the afternoon, while Dean mother hens the mechanic across the street. Your phone buzzed and looking at the caller ID you saw it was Dean. You answered with a huff,

“What.”

“Well hello to you too” he replied

“Sorry” you mumbled

“It’s alright. Look, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news sweetheart but Baby needs a rim replaced too, so we won’t be outta here till late tomorrow afternoon...”

You slammed your fist down on the bar

“Sonovabitch”

Dean just let out a long sigh and you instantly felt bad,

“I’m sorry babe, it just seems like we’re never gonna make it to Vegas! Like the universe is against us and everything that can go wrong is!” you explained.

“I know sweetheart, don’t worry too much about it ok? We just have to adapt to the situation,and make due with what we have. We’ll be alright.”

You hung up with Dean when the conversation finished, and ordered a drink. You weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Eventually the evening crowd started to fill the bar, but you just ignored them and continued to nurse drinks. The music was blaring, pool games going,people dancing, all in all the night was a bust and you were feeling lonely without Dean. Then you saw a handsome stranger walk in.

He was tall, muscular, short brown hair and the greenest eyes you’d ever seen. He wore a smirk on his face that accentuated his dimples and implied his cocky nature. He strutted into the bar like he owned the place, and every female had their eyes on him.

He was a sight for sore eyes in his sleek black suit, though you thought that it was strange attire for a night at the bar. You turned back to your drink, no way he would look your direction you thought bitterly, besides your newly married.

So imagine your surprise when he pulled up the empty stool next to yours. He flashed a pearly white smile and you blushed. Actually BLUSHED! What the hell was wrong with you?!

“Heya darlin’ what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?” He says.

You roll your eyes at his cheesy pick up line, but politely reply,

“What’s a guy like you doing wearing something like that in a place like this?” You ask gesturing to your shared surroundings.

He raised his eyebrow in amusement at you and reached into his pocket, pulling out an official looking ID.

“Agent Plant, I’m just passing through town for a case” he said nonchalantly.

“Really?” You scoffed “what kind of case?”

“I’m afraid I can’t divulge that information sweetheart” he crooned and you rolled your eyes again.

“Don’t call me sweetheart”

“Well aren’t you feisty” he replied, clearly not swayed by your attempt at disinterest.

“Look, Agent Plant, Whatever your trying at. Ain’t gonna happen” you said pointedly.

He held his hands up in a placating gesture “Not tryin’ anything, just makin’ conversation ‘sall”

When he turned to leave, your heart fluttered in disappointment, and you reflexively grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I don't mean to be so uptight, but my heart's been hurt a couple times…” you trailed off.

“Don't sweat it, but if you don’t mind me askin’ who would be crazy enough to hurt you?”

“It was a long time ago. I don’t like to talk about it. It was by a couple guys that didn't treat me right. I ain't gon' lie, ain't gonna lie.”

You looked down at your drink and fiddled with your fingers. Unsure as to why you were spilling your guts to this green eyed stranger.

“Well shame on them. I’m sorry that you weren’t treated the way you should be”

That peaked your interest.

“Oh? And how exactly do you think I should be treated… Agent?” You asked in a sultry voice.

He smiled, all pearly white teeth biting into his plush bottom lip before he spoke.

“Well. You deserve to be treated like the goddess you are. Strong, Independent. Beautiful… but uh, I’m thinking you need someone to show you a good time, and to be totally honest sweetheart, given the opportunity I would show you myself.”

You smirked at that, a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach, mixing with the butterflies of anticipation. Throwing caution to the wind and suddenly feeling bold, you placed your hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze before responding,

“ What if I gave you the opportunity?” You whispered in his ear while your hand slowly reached to palm his cock through his slacks. “Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of. Boy, make me believe what your saying to me.”

He grasped your wrist to stop your movements and looked young straight I’m the eyes before asking, “But hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful?”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You blushed,

“Hell yeah sweetheart, And it's easy to see.”

He stood then, grabbed your hand and headed for the door, pulling you along with him. You were smiling like a Cheshire Cat, and slick began to pool in your panties at the thought of where the night was headed.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me?

See where this thing goes

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

He dragged you out to the parking lot to a sleek black classic Chevy Impala, polished and gleaming in the moonlight.

Surprised, you stopped walking and had to ask “Wait, I thought she wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow?”

“I’ll be the one asking the questions here Miss, If you would please come with me” he replied, opening the back passenger side door and gesturing for you to get in.

You quirked an eyebrow at him, oh so no breaking character huh? You thought to yourself before getting back into your role.

“I’m sorry Agent” you said with emphasis on the last word, “I’m not going anywhere”.

Agent Plant gave you a disapproving look.

“I think it would be in your best interest, if you got in the car sweetheart.” He said. “Or do I need to pull out the cuffs?”

You shuffled your feet and squeezed your thighs together to try and alleviate some of the ache in your core. You weren’t exactly sure how you wanted to play this game.

He raised his eyebrow at you in a silent question and you crossed your arms over your chest. He was over to you in three strides, his mouth right at your ear. Hot breath on your neck sending tingles down your spine when he spoke,

“You might really want to think about what you do next sweetheart. I don’t take kindly to being disobeyed” he growled, “Now. Are you gonna be a good girl and get in the car? Or am I gonna have to show you whose in charge here?”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry, and shook your head. He stepped to your left side allowing you access and you quickly made your way to the car, giving a surprised squeak when he smacked you ass as you passed.You quickly slid into the backseat, and Agent Plant followed.

He barely had the door closed before his hands found your face, pulling you towards him as he started ravishing your mouth.

He wasted no time in ripping your shirt open, sending buttons flying all over the car.

“Dean!” You shrieked at the suddenness of his actions,

“Sorry Y/N, I need you, now.”

His hands roamed up your thighs as he pulled your lace panties down your legs, revealing your already soaked core.

“Damn baby you're so wet” he said swiping a finger through your slick, “this all from me playing fed?”

You nodded and moaned when he slid two fingers in and started thrusting. His long fingers easily reached you sweet spot and in no time at all you were crying out your pleasure. When you began to cry out and he clamped his hand over your mouth, while his other hand continued to fuck you with his thick fingers.

“Ah ah ah baby girl, you gotta stay quiet for me. You wouldn't wanna attract any unnecessary attention would you?”

You shook your head, and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out your pleasure when he added a third finger.

“That’s a good girl” he crooned and with a few swipes of his thumb over your clit you were coming, as he swallowed down your moans with his mouth.

While you caught your breath, he quickly unzipped his black slacks and pulled them down with his boxers, just enough for his hard cock to spring free. You reached to begin stroking him and he stopped your advances,

“No baby, tonight’s about you” he said.

Then he kneeled between your thighs, lined himself up, and slowly pushed into your aching core. He kept his thrusts agonizingly slow and deep. So deep.

He worked you up for what felt like hours,the long slow drag of his cock thrusting in and out of your clenching pussy, an overwhelming sensation.

The only sounds to be heard were the wet squelch of him fucking you, his hot ragged breaths, and the slight creaking as baby rocked with the motions of his thrusts. Mixed with the way your sweat soaked back stuck against the seats as he fucked you into the hot leather was maddening. The coil in your belly was ready to burst, but you just couldn’t let go. Everything was too much and not enough at the same time, and you didn’t know what to do.

As if he could read your mind, Dean leaned down and whispered in your ear,

“C’mon baby, come for me”

“C…. can’t” you sputtered.

You were wound so tight, too tight, and tears of pleasure/pain began to leak from your eyes. Dean leaned down and kissed them away,

“Yes you can Y/N, just relax baby, I got you”

He quickened his pace just slightly, gently rubbing circles around your clit, as he licked at your stiff nipples, sucking one into his warm, wet mouth. That was the final push your body needed and the coil snapped violently, sending white hot pulses through your body as your back arched, and mouth opened on a silent scream.

Dean came at the same time, riding you both through your climaxes until he collapsed over you, spent. He rolled you both so you were snuggled on top of his chest, body limp and eyes heavy.He kissed your forehead and draped his jacket around you, holding you close and you promptly fell asleep.

The next morning, after you and Dean had showered and had breakfast, you got ready to hit the road again.

“Dean, do you really think we’ll get to Vegas? I mean, our trip hasn’t exactly gone smoothly” you asked. He shrugged his shoulders before responding,

“Maybe we do, Maybe we don't, Maybe we will, Maybe we won't, it doesn’t matter as long as we’re together. But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be, Baby, just let it be.”

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be (c'mon)

Baby, just let it be (let's go)

“Whaddaya say sweetheart? Won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes?” He asked, sliding his hand across Baby’s hood. You smiled, and stood on your tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss in his plush pink lips,

“I say let’s get outta here”

You both slid into the car, Dean revved her to life, popped in a Metallica tape and cranked up the volume. Holding each other’s hands with the windows down and your hair blowing in the wind, you and Dean sped down the highway, ready to go wherever the road would take you.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be.

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xofanfics · 7 years

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Choices - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Mark x Reader, Johnny x Reader

Word Count: 2k

*REQUESTED* Can you do a scenario where you are Mark’s classmate in college and he likes you, whilst Johnny who happens to be an upperclassman but was your tutor back in high school likes you too? And you are kinda torn between them and don’t know who to choose. You can put her up with anyone toward the end, your wish. I just want romance with both of them being into her and confusion on her part. TIA ❤

Johnny walked with you and your friends to the other side of campus, to your dormitory; Melissa and Mark walked behind you. Though you didn’t know it, Mark burned with jealousy. He wanted to be the one walking with you. You weren’t holding his hand or anything special, but he was still feeling jealous. He didn’t know for sure if things would escalate between you two or not after tonight but he was still uneasy, nonetheless. It seemed like he might like you. Either that, or he just had a flirty personality.

Johnny said, “I’m glad you came out tonight. I didn’t know you were into parties and stuff.”

You nodded. “Well I don’t think I’ll go out every day of every weekend but I like to party sometimes.”

“You were much quieter when we were in high school…”

“Well, yeah, I was awkward and still going through puberty. I’d say I’m doing much better now. Plus, you were my tutor. It’s not like we were best friends or anything like that.”

He said, “You’re right. I could still help you out if you’re still bad at science. You can just text me whenever you need help.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I'll think about it…”

Mark and Melissa walked into the dorm without waiting for you.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You waved playfully before going inside. You wanted to hug him or give him another kiss, even. But since he didn't make any move to hug or kiss you, you decided not to. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him off over something so stupid. You couldn't even determine if he had any feelings for you. He was probably just flirting because you'd all been drinking. You wouldn't know until you were both sober. And that's if he even brought it up.

You got back to the room. Mel was already in her bed, probably looking for a movie to watch on her laptop. Mark was gone, most likely to his room. You didn't blame it. It was 4am. You stripped out of your clothes, throwing them into the hamper before climbing into your bed.

Mel said, “So did you kiss again?”

“Nah.”

“Why not?”

“I have to see if he acts different when we’re sober.”

“Good point,” she said, turning back to her movie.

You woke up in the morning to the sound of Melissa shuffling in the room. When she noticed you were awake, she said, “Kevin invited us to eat breakfast. You coming?”

Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the clock; it was about nine. “Seriously?” You rolled back over, pulling the blanket over your head. “We just went to sleep.”

“Please come,” she whined. “I wanna have breakfast with Kevin...Just get up. You can go right back to sleep after breakfast. Mark said he'll come too. Let's just all go together.”

You threw off your blanket and mumbled, “Fine.”

Mark was still thrown off by last night. He wasn't going to lie; he was a bit hungover. He got up to use the bathroom this morning and that's when he saw the text from Mel to go to breakfast with the friends they made last night. He agreed to go. If Mel was going that probably meant that you would come too.

Then he remembered that you'd stayed outside with Johnny for at least a few minutes. Did he kiss you? Did you kiss him? He knew that he should confess that he liked you but how could he do it comfortably knowing that you and Johnny possibly liked each other? He couldn't confess to you yet; not until he knew if you liked Johnny or not or until he at least knew if you were interested in dating or not.

His roommate wasn't that concerned about having a girlfriend. He told Mark that he broke up with his high school girlfriend because they were going to different colleges and it would've been too hard. Mark didn't blame him. Long distance was hard, especially in college where there was so much temptation.

Mark never had a girlfriend before but he wanted to experience what it was like to have one. He much preferred to spend his time with one person rather than bouncing from girl to girl like a lot of your hall mates. It had only been about a week and you had already seen different girls going in and out of the rooms on your floor. Mark was also a virgin, so he couldn't relate to the guys that only seemed to be concerned about getting between a girl’s legs.

He put a pair of basketball shorts on with a t-shirt and slid on his Nike slippers before heading toward your room. You and Mel were waiting in the hallway, leaning on the wall.

“Morning guys,” Mark said.

“Morning,” you mumbles.

“Someone’s cranky…”

You looked half asleep but Mark still thought you were beautiful, in your mesh shorts, tank top and flip flops. He loved how you didn't care how you looked all the time and didn't bother to put on a whole face of makeup anytime you had to step outside. You were so down to earth and he loved that about you. Maybe that was why he was so drawn to you in the first place.

The three of you walked to the dining hall together, swiping your ID cards and heading inside to meet your new friends. You saw Kevin right away. He had a table with two other people you remembered from last night. He stood up, waving you and your friends over.

“Hey, Mark, Y/N,” he sang. “Glad Melissa brought you guys along.”

You smiled and excused yourself to grab some food before sitting down with your new friends. A few minutes later, you returned with a plate full of french toast sticks and some bacon with a bowl of strawberries. And you talked with your new friends over breakfast. You stayed in the cafeteria for at least an hour. Everyone talked, occasionally getting up to go to the bathroom or to get more food.

You got to know each other. From what you gathered, you liked these people and you could see yourself hanging out with them more often. And from the looks of it, Melissa and Kevin were getting pretty cozy.

Two weeks came and went, more quickly than you thought. You spoke to Johnny here and there, but it was nothing special. Maybe he didn’t like you. Maybe that night had just been part of the dare and nothing more. The kiss must not have meant anything to her, a mere dare that had to be completed so he wouldn’t look like a wimp in front of everyone else. Maybe having feelings for Johnny were meaningless.

You opened up your web browser to check your grades after class. Unfortunately, you didn’t do so well on your biology quiz. To be fair, you didn’t study as hard as you could’ve. You’d spent the night watching movies with Mark and Melissa instead of going to the library and studying like you said you were going to.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked.

“I got a 60 on my bio quiz,” you whined. “If I can’t pass a stupid quiz, how can I pass the exam next week?”

Mark chuckled. “Don’t be so dramatic. You just have to review everyday, like me.”

“Are you saying you’re better than me?” you teased.

Mark put his hand on his chin. “I’m just saying that I’m a little more organized than you are when it comes to studying.” He reached across the library table for your notebook. “I mean, look...Your notes are all over the place. There’s song lyrics and scribbles in here.”

You snatched the notebook from Mark’s grasp. “Hey! You try sitting in that guy’s class for fifty minutes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”

“I was just saying…”

“I’ll just sign up for tutoring,” you said. “I can always change my mind later.”

Mark nodded as you went online to the tutoring services and signed up for tutoring for biology once a week, on Fridays at two o’clock. A few minutes later, you got an email confirming the time and the tutor name. Without a doubt, it read Johnny Seo.

To be honest, you were a little annoyed that you got him as a tutor. If your feelings were mutual, this would’ve been good news. But you were positive that Johnny didn’t like you in the same way that you liked him. So, him being your tutor for biology was just whatever. You wished that you could’ve gotten a random person that you didn’t know as a tutor, just so you didn’t have to be reminded every Friday that the person you liked didn’t like you back.

But Johnny was nice to you, you had to admit. You guessed it was because you went to the same high school. And also because you were younger than him. Maybe that was why he didn’t like you. Maybe the two year age difference made him see you only as a friend or younger sister. That must be it, you thought.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked, looking up from his computer and noticing your frown.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, really. I got Johnny as a tutor…”

Mark was curious as to why you weren’t happy upon hearing the news that you were assigned him as a tutor. Did you not like him anymore? Had something happened between you too? He was really close with you at this point but he didn’t want to seem too nosy if he asked questions. So he stayed quiet, not mentioning Johnny or asking if you liked him. It was better off that way. If you wanted to tell him something, you would. He knew that for a fact.

Mark decided to ease into it. “Is that...bad?”

“I just don’t think he likes me. No big deal…”

“I’m sorry…”

You nodded. “It’s okay.”

He hated how sad you looked. He didn’t want you to be sad, especially not over some guy that didn’t even return your feelings.

“How about we go out on Friday? It’ll make you feel better. We can go to the fair. It started last weekend.”

That brought a smile to your lips. “Really?” Mark nodded. “I’d like that.”

Mark didn’t mention that he wanted it to be a date but he decided that it was too soon. He didn’t want to make it seem like he was only doing this because he realized that things weren’t going to work out between you and Johnny. He genuinely wanted to cheer you up, but he also harbored some feelings for you, feelings that you didn’t know about. Mark tried his hardest to hide them, trying to be a friend to you so that you didn’t discover how he felt about you.

He wanted to tell you how he felt about you but he also didn’t want to do it at the wrong time. He didn’t want to tell you that he liked you if you were into Johnny. If he had to wait, he’d do it. He’d much rather have you as his friend than nothing at all. It just sucked because he thought about how different things could be if only you knew and if only you accepted his love.

He’d treat you well. He knew that you never really had a relationship before; not outside the three week relationships a lot of people have in high school but never go anywhere with. Mark had had one of those too. He knew all of the things you liked and you even shared some deep things with him, going into the details of your parents’ divorce and how you and your best friend from high school hadn’t spoken since graduation night. You trusted him and he trusted you. It would be perfect and convenient if you got together; you lived in the same building and could see each other all the time, if you really wanted to. You could spent nights cuddling and hold hands while walking through campus.

But he couldn’t do these things; not yet.

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survivormontenegro · 5 years

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Episode 5: "I just can't believe I did 4 hours of calls for a tribal that literally didn't happen." - Ali

THIS IS UNETHICAL. WE PREPARED FOR THE MOST CRACKED TRIBAL IN HISTORY AND DIDN'T EVEN GO SAKJLDFAFF.

in other news, i think benj flipped and honestly good for him! i think its smart, mitch, michael and noah are all messes. i'm feeling SO much better about my spot in the game, like we can hopefully keep voting JJ till we go to a tribal, and I can start trying to build those cross-tribe connections YAY.

in other news, MO IS DOING SO GOOD I THINK! like i think he doesn't like me anymore after the last time i hosted him, but i'm super super proud of him for doing his thing this season yay yay!

i just can't believe i did 4 hours of calls for a tribal that literally didn't happen, I'm truly screaming... now the test is how long it takes JJ to find out EEEEEK.

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IM SORRY. Excuse me but IM SORRY. Why do people keep targeting me. LIKE HELLO IM NICE. Plus I think I'm being pretty genuine. Thank god for Benj, my social game is coming IN HARD. Mitch and Michael totally bold faced lied to me. Mitch even said that he wanted us to be strong together, BUT right after tribal he was said "I must say I'm really sorry." OOOOOOF STrong OOOF

What's on my mind you ask? The fact that budva won the challenge when the lyrics didnt match what they were lip syncing OOP

but also Serious confessional time woop woop! For starters, I fricked up HARDCORE. First thing i said is that i would target Noah if we ever went to tribal and what do i do? Yeah, lets go for Caleb :D. Tribal Lines. REEEE! Now all of the og doormentors dont trust me which is just great (woohooo)!!!! Big rip to my g Noah. I actually thought we might have had something going if we just won immunity but things happen. We were so robbed in the music video challenge ugh (looks at hosts who arent named alyssa or nicole). Anywhoooo yeah despite me lying to half of the people here, they all like me well enough so i dont think im going anywhere anytime soon. Im a social icon so be ready for more of meeeeeeeee

Soooo..... that happened

It was kinda lucky I was in a movie for 2 hours after the deadline so I didn't have to face immediate backlash lmao but there wasn't that much, mitch was pretty chill about it what a king, if I can help it id want it to be Michael next over him, speaking of Michael he hasn't talked to me about it or much before so we shall see where that goes...

Our video was ROBBED even with the penalty

I love the other 4 and I hope they don't end up fucking me over... hehe

I bet the other budvas on the other tribe are wondering who flipped JKFJS

But ya I just hope we can win cuz if we keep losing its bound to be me eventually but I feel like doing this if I make merge def gives me more options than others cuz ill have these 4 og greens who now trust me and then my old friends from budva who I didn't betray like ali and ian who im excited to reunite with

so ya we will see how it works out !

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I told Alex lol

It has been a HOT minute.

First of I can’t believe punctuality defeated Alex. I am shook. I deadass thought we were gonna lose. Like on call with Tom he jokingly mentioned that what if we actually won immunity amidst all the scheming, plotting and lying that has happened this round. I am just blown away. And now Noah is gone and presumably someone from OG budva flopped? I’m thinking it’s Mitch tho hmmm. Kinda hoping Benj is safe!!

On another note tho, like here’s some interesting tea!! *insert sc of convo with Tom I sent hehehehe* (Johnny note: ^ you can ask ian about this idk what hes talkin about)

Like Omg JJ would have been 100% going if we went to tribal?? There was going to be no revote because Jules, Tom and presumably Evan flipped at the last minute. I am screaming!! Ali really got through to Jules making it look that JJ is a hot crazy mess. Like I am just screaming tbh. I love OG Budva Baes, I really feel thankful to have been swapped with like not shady people from my og tribe hehehe

So rn if we do end up going to tribal council, I do hope the plan is still JJ and either Tom or Jules still flips on him. Hopefully those three are keeping quiet about their flip so we can get JJ out of this game.

On a different note, like I know he’s a threat and all but I’m really liking Tom. It’s really just the Straight Connection™ ahsjdjd Like idk I just want to align with Aussie’s and all hahaha. Jason and I are planning on forming like a side alliance with Tom and possibly Evan lol. I did promise Tom I was gonna have his back if he flipped and tho the flip didn’t happen because we won immunity, I still plan on doing that but I better keep my eye on Tom tho because I don’t want him to be my UgH Brett this season.

Me and Ali are doing an EXCELLENT job at acting like we don't know each other and going deep undercover in our tribe, like, if I'm gonna be proud of anything in this game so far it'll be that and not being first boot. But mostly that. I really hope that we go far together in this game with Julia because I think the three of us could make a really good team.

C*befield is a cursed game!! literally had my laptop opened for hours doing the trick tom told us in the chat and when I finally stopped at 15B the hosts says it’s in invalid because it needs to be the game over screen but the game literally glitched so I keep going on to infinity without hitting cubes or getting game over Grrr

RIP mine and Ali’s laptop

Also Tom is drunk on the tribe chat rn. Now we just need Julia to be drunk ahsjdjd

okay Evan I see you. Making dumb dumb decisions GRRR. Him leaking EVERYTHING to JJ, like what was the endgame? He just burns everyone across the board.

With that said, if we have to go to tribal I still want JJ gone. I can't deal with anymore, him like asking to call me while i was drunk with friends on my way back from prom is so annoying, like... my life is not games, i literally.. was with friends like... boundaries.

i feel bad being mean to JJ but ughhhhhhhh. Evan also needs to have not done anything he just did. I literally... was gonna be in such a pickle next vote because Jason/Ian would've wanted Evan out, but Thomas/Jules wouldn't have. He like panicked about how out of the loop he was (which I can understand and respect), but like... this was such a, SUCH a poor way of handling it. JJ is gonna be on a reign of terror, its just going to be so tiring.

I just... am really tired of it. I'm annoying, and I get that, so its hypocritical for me to get mad at the others but like... GRRR.

i just want a final five of me, jules, julia, tom and benj. LET ME HAVE THAT.

Tom and I bonding over JJ FINALLY going home? ICONIC, SHOWSTOPPING

jj = mess

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I am not sure if I already submitted a confessional on the shit that went down today but here we go.

So I wake up to see all is well. Nothing has happened much. Then Evan comes here asking me if I voted JJ and questioning me with all kinds of shit. The kid is legit panicking because from what Tom told me, he was the last to know of the flip against JJ. So now Evan thinks he’s at the bottom and is sweating bricks. All of a sudden JJ blows up in the tribe chat and he freaking knows we were gonna send him out the game if we lost the music video challenge.

I then learn that presumably mcfreaking Evan fucking leaked to JJ that he was getting voted out which caused all this mess on the tribe chat with JJ calling Tom, Jules, Evan, Ali and Julia out for lying to him and that he’s thanking me and Jason for being straight up to him? Umm I don’t get this tho because me and JJ literally did not exchange any talks about the vote. So I don’t get where he’s going with this lol. Jules was trying to calm JJ down and she was laying down the law whew. I mean if anything this blow up just secured my allaince’s control?? Like now Tom and Jules are with us and they know Evan is a rat and JJ is sinking. UNLESS this is just a freaking ploy by them in which they are being oh so extra ahsjdjd

Right now if I would have my way, Budva baes along with Tom and Jules work together for this vote. We throw most of our votes at JJ and that may include Evan. And then we tell JJ who’s pretty desperate right now to vote for Evan. I would want someone to throw one or two votes at Evan as a safety cushion in case JJ pulls out an idol. Here’s to hopIng everything goes accordingly for the Budva Baesss

Well fuck i've flopped on confessing my sins again. So last round I made probably the shittiest music video..... and I won. How in the fuck. TAKE THAT BITCHES! ON TIME QUEEN BETTER THAN A LATE ONE! But so JJ is super fucking annoying toward the original Budva people, such as myself. But he has also annoyed his tribe pretty bad. Sooooooo Jules flipped. This round it looks like he is gonna go but Evan talks too much and I wanna kill him.

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RN im a paranoid mess because people are telling me to vote michael and im kind of forced to do that? The problem is, I like michael a lot so i really hope we win this challenge because i think we have a good shot. It also doesnt help that we got rid of the majority so now i could very well be going here.

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Light Me Up | Chapter 1 |

Pairing: Vernon x OFC featuring S.Coups & Jeonghan

Genre: Fluff, angst, suggestive smut

Word Count: 2842

[ Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 ] + Moodboard

Summary: Just as the moon had her scars and imperfections, so did she. And he loved every bit of it. To him, she was the moon that shone brightest in these rare moments. The moon who’s light had been dimmed. To her, he was the sun that would eventually, light her up in every way. Only she hadn’t accepted it yet. She hadn’t yet accepted the light slowly growing inside her chest, but it wouldn’t be long until she did.

“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

A/N: ALRIGHT! It’s finally here! I have been working on this for weeks, maybe even a month lol. I think I got a little too many people excited for this. This is a little different from what I’ve previously written. It’s going to be one hell of a ride, I can promise you that. A huge thank you to @tookorean. Thank you for editing! You’re the best. Here’s a little present on my birthday to you all <3 Enjoy!

The colorful lights bounced around while the music swallowed the place whole, beating against her eardrums. This wasn’t anything new. She was more than used to this atmosphere.

Her uncle owned the club and about a year ago, he left her in charge as he took care of his other businesses. He trusted her enough, as she was of age and more responsible than any other twenty-one-year-old he’d met. She, respected him in return, treating him like her own father.

Besides, there wasn’t anything particular she planned to do with her life anytime soon. Any plans were washed away with her past relationship. She had lost her motivation and enthusiasm, burying both deeply within herself.

She’d eventually found that she’d isolated herself from everyone around her. The only person who really knew her anymore, was her best friend, Choi Seungcheol. They grew up together and he was a dork most of the time, but when things got hard, he was always a shoulder to cry on. Everything there was to know about her was known by him and he kept those secrets close to his heart. There was never anything intimate between them, though, as he was truly like a brother to her.

Seungcheol worked in the club along with her. He’d rap on the small stage that was positioned a decent distance away from the bar counter. The two were separated by the dance floor, which was always packed with people during the working hours (from midnight to sunrise).

She didn't really have a proper schedule, but she made sure to show up every weekend and that soon became her weekly routine.

Not having a particular uniform she always chose to wear all black. It was mostly sleek black dresses or skinny jeans paired with cropped shirts or blouses. Her style spoke sexy and serious, which actually didn’t match her personality. Her clothes and behavior were more of an act. The act of a strict club manager.

Seungcheol would tease her with nicknames like the ‘black swan’ or ‘ice queen’ every once in a while, but he knew that wasn’t who she really was. And besides, she would always tease him back, giving him all kinds of nicknames in return.

Her job consisted mostly of hovering over the crowd of sweaty, drunk young adults while ordering the staff around. She never took advantage of it, but she knew that if she revealed her true, kind nature, no one would take her seriously.

Checking IDs was another part of the job, along with occasionally pouring drinks and keeping the underage away from the bar counter.

She’d chuckle amusingly to herself every time a teen handed her an ID and proclaimed proudly how he or she was of legal drinking age.

“This is clearly a fake ID,” she refuted, handing the guy his overly glossy identification. He was obviously under twenty-one and she knew her uncle wouldn't stand this.

She stood behind the bar counter, in her favorite spot that lent her a clear view of the stage and the dance floor.

“I mean, how dumb do you think I am?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she raised her perfectly shaped brows. Her long earrings dangled from her ears, reflecting the strobe lights. She’d gotten used to having an authoritative tone, in contrast to her usual sweeter one. It was the only way she’d get anyone to take her seriously.

The guy waved his hand dismissively and leaned in, “Look, sweetheart,” he started and she automatically leaned away, annoyed with this kind of forceful behavior.

With a grunt a roll of her eyes, she gestured towards one of the guards.

A man twice her size had appeared instantly out of the crowd and grabbed the guy by the collar, like he was some puppet, “Did you not hear what the nice lady said? No ID, no drinks.”

The guard swiftly pulled the young man away as he shouted insults that were engulfed in the beat of the music.

As she turned to face the stage again, the music had stopped and Seungcheol appeared, putting a warm smile on her face. He gave her a quick wink before he started to rap his self-written lyrics.

With a corner of her eye, she noticed a guy who sat down at the almost empty counter. He sat on her far right, mouthing the lyrics of Seungcheol's rap and swinging his head to the beat.

He stood out, mostly because of the bright cap that he’d immediately taken off. His dark brown locks messily fell down to his forehead. He didn’t wear tight leather pants or skinny jeans (which was a norm at the club), but baggy, ripped jeans and an oversized sweater that was a few shades darker than his cap.

He was also rather young, she noticed. About seventeen or eighteen years old.

“Yo, boss.” A slender woman with long black hair, whom she recognized as one of the bartenders, tapped on her shoulder, grabbing her attention. It was Alex. They never talked much, but Alex would make her a drink every once in awhile. Those occasional gestures were mostly obsequious, but she paid no attention to it.

"Hm?" she hummed absentmindedly, turning her head to face Alex.

"Would you like that Mojito of yours now?" Alex asked, almost too nicely.

Remembering that she’d requested one earlier, she gave Alex a small nod, before turning her attention back to Seungcheol on stage and giving the guy in the red cap another glance.

He looked so into it, mouthing the lyrics with such passion. It seemed like he knew them well, although she didn't recall Seungcheol mentioning this guy before. She couldn't help but smile at his behavior, quickly recovering when she noticed how Alex was eyeing her.

A tall glass of what looked like water appeared in front of the boy while she wasn't looking. As she watched, he clumsily knocked over the glass in front of him, spilling its contents all over the counter. His face contorted into shock and apology at the same time and he innocently turned to the nearest person: her.

She raised her brows and mentally facepalmed herself, thinking about how clumsy one could be. With a deep sigh, she grabbed a cloth and started wiping off the spilled liquid that turned out to indeed be water.

"You come to a club to drink water?" She asked, not looking up at him.

When she got closer to him, he saw her in a much clearer light, noticing the little details of her face. Her smoky eye makeup and her red lips were applied perfectly, almost professionally. Her hair smelled of blueberries and was pulled into a tight ponytail. The ends of it brushed her shoulders every time she tilted her head.

Everything about her was very polished, almost like she was a groomed doll. The only thing that wasn't perfect, was that one strand of hair that she constantly pushed behind her ear. He found interest in that one thing, smiling to himself, not really understanding why that strand annoyed her so much. He found it to be quite endearing.

He tried his best to ignore the cleavage he could see through her tight black dress that fell down just below her knees. Slowly, he tilted his head downward in an attempt to hide his crimson cheeks that unexpectedly started to burn.

Once she’d asked him the question, he took a moment to reply, not knowing how exactly to explain himself.

“I, uh— No, actually I’m here with a friend. I don’t drink.” He paused again, “yet.” Her little snicker at his reply made him blush even more and wonder why on earth he’d said anything at all.

“Okay, rebel,” she crooned, raising a brow, “How about I get you a non-alcoholic Mojito and you tell me who the friend that brought you here is.”

His body eased up at her soft tone and raising a corner of his mouth, he said, “yeah, alright.”

Alex seemed to understand immediately what she wanted when she waved her hand in Alex’s direction. “Non-Alcoholic” she mouthed.

Alex quickly nodded, before turning around again, “Oh, and yours? Strawberry?”

“No!” she suddenly snapped, unaware of her own sharp response. As she noticed the wide-eyed expression on the boy's face, her tone softened and she added, “Anything but strawberry.”

His caramel colored eyes found hers and he said, lightheartedly, “You really don’t like strawberries? Do you?”

“Hate them,” she sighed, pursing her lips.

To break the awkward silence that followed, she asked, “So, what brings you here again?” She had to lean in and raise her voice, as the cheers for S.Coups grew even louder.

He grinned at the screams and nodded over his shoulder towards the stage.

“Him.”

Trying to hide her surprise, she asked, “You know Coups?”

He turned back to face her and in the next few minutes, he told her the short story of how they’d met.

It had been about a week or two earlier. Seungcheol had offered to pay for his coffee because he was one dollar short. They ended up talking and realized they both had a passion for writing lyrics and performing in general.

He confirmed her suspicion about his age, turning out to be nineteen. He also told her about wanting to move to Korea and become an idol - how there was this amazing school of performing arts. As he went on and on, a certain luminescence came to his eyes. There was something about him. Something special. Something so innocent and bright.

She intently listened to his every word, asking a question here and there. When he was done talking he smiled and looked her right in the eyes. They were shining. He just looked in silence for a moment, until Alex appeared with two tall glasses in her hands. Alex placed the glasses in front of them, breaking their eye contact before going back to her usual spot.

He nonchalantly dropped his head and started sipping on his Mojito quietly. She could swear there was a hint of a frown on his face. What she didn’t know was that it wasn’t because she upset him in any way, but because he was upset with himself for not being able to blurt out a simple, “you’re beautiful”. But, oh God, she was breathtaking in his eyes.

He wished he was better with words in conversation, but he knew better than to sulk and simply pulled out a little notepad and pen out of his pocket. He quickly scribbled something down while she turned away to serve a customer.

When she turned back, the notepad had already been tucked away and he was still sipping on his drink. He lifted his eyes and gave her a pearly smile, “Tastes great. Much better than strawberries.”

The way he was being purely himself and attempting to make her laugh made her feel happy.

“Much better,” she said amusedly.

Somehow, the way he talked about his dreams reminded her of herself. Her past self. The girl who dreamed and the girl who laughed at little things. The girl who believed in fairy tales and love at first sight.

Only, that girl wasn’t there anymore. In her place was someone who felt like hiding away her smile and never showing it to anyone else. She became someone who pretended to be cold and ended up hating strawberries out of spite.

“Another one?” she smiled cheekily from behind the kitchen counter.

Strawberries had been Jeonghan’s favorite, but strawberry Mojitos were on a whole nother level. He would drink and eat them so often, that at one point she thought she would never eat another strawberry again. And yet, she loved them just as much as she loved him. Anything he’d done, she’d done. Anything he’d liked, she’d liked.

“You know damn well I want another one, babe,” he cooed as he slid off the couch. He stretched his arms, lifting them up in the air, and ambled towards her.

She wore one of his white shirts that barely covered her thighs and nothing but a pair of silky, black underwear underneath.

He bit his lip as he made his way around the kitchen counter and behind her, dropping his eyes down to her exposed legs. For a moment he stood behind her, his hands ghosting over her curves before he turned her around to face him. His arms passionately wrapped around her waist and eagerly clung to every exposed part of her body.

She giggled and threw her hands around his neck. “Jeonghannie!” she pouted, “What about the Mojitos?!”

“Later,” he murmured and lifted her up onto the kitchen counter.

The music suddenly stopped, bringing her back to reality. Seungcheol yelled out a few words of thanks and added a comment about closing time before he exited the stage and disappeared into the crowd.

She glanced at her watch. It was almost sunrise aka closing time. The crowd had noticeably thinned and the music was a little quieter now.

“Um,” she started, as she looked around for Seungcheol. “Are you guys leaving together? Or?”

He suddenly turned his back, looking around as well, “Oh. We didn’t really confirm it,” he replied nervously.

She had taken a few minutes to put on her ivory coat on and change into her matching knee-high boots, shoving her high heels into a bag like she did every morning in preparation for her walk home.

The boy put on his red cap and a black bomber jacket.

Seungcheol had disappeared and wouldn’t answer his friend’s calls. So, once they realized that they were going in the same direction anyway, they agreed to leave together. He’d told her that there was a bus stop nearby and decided that it’d only be appropriate if he walked her home.

It was mid-December and the air outside was cold, to say the least. She wondered if his bomber jacket would do a good job of keeping him warm while he waited for the bus. There wasn’t any snow yet, but the wind tickled her back and even in her thick coat, she shuddered.

“I live right around the block,” she told him as she pulled her scarf over her lips.

The sun had almost risen and the cheerful sound of birds chirping could be heard from almost every direction. The streets were completely empty, unlike the nighttime when there were crowds of young adults filling the air with the lull of conversation on their way to the club.

They walked for a little while in silence as she attempted to call Seungcheol for the nth time.

“God!” she said angrily, through her teeth as she shoved the phone back into her pocket. “Where the…” She stopped herself, looking over at the boy walking next to her. “…hell is that boy?”

“You can swear, don’t sweat it,” he chuckled. “You can scream if you want to, as well.”

His unruffled reaction made her ease up a little and she forced a smile. She’d always try and control her emotions and words around people, never really being herself in front of anyone but Seungcheol.

“Oh, I think I’ll do some screaming once he finally picks up in a few hours,” she blurted out.

She took a deep sigh to calm herself and suddenly remembered, “Oh! I never asked you your name!”

His head darted up from his feet and he realized he’d actually forgotten to tell her.

“It’s Vernon,” he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yours?”

Her name rolled off her lips cooly, just like anytime someone asked her to introduce herself, but his reaction made her feel warm inside. When she told him, he smiled so brightly that he reminded her of a child that had just received a box of chocolates. It was as if his smile could replace that sun that hadn’t yet risen.

They finally approached the bus stop that stood across the road from her apartment. She realized it was the same bus stop she’d used before her uncle had lent her his car. The stop was clearly visible from her apartment window on the third floor.

“Alright, this is your bus stop, right?” she asked and he nodded in response.

They parted ways, waving to each other politely. He told her how nice it was to meet her and that he hoped to see her again soon. She returned his kind words, wondering how soon they’d actually get to see each other.

He admired her as she crossed the road without turning her head back. There was something about her. Something that he couldn’t quite pick out. He pulled out his little notepad again, and added the following words to those already written there:

Don’t take this the wrong way But I can’t see anything but you You’re so ice ice baby

At the same time you melt me down Just can’t get enough I want to show you myself without hiding anything.

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