#but noowwww i can be with them!

[illubean]

Hi hellooo <3 I love your blog and since I have a thing for this bug-eyed boi, I wanted to ask you to please write a headcanon or a small one-shot (whatever you are comfortable) about teenage!illumi SOMEHOWWWWW having a secret friendship and he meets reader in the forest etc :)

Assassins Don't Have Friends

Characters: Teenager!Illumi Zoldyck Type: Fluff, oneshot, Teenager!Gn!reader

this turned out kinda long >.< idk how to feel about it tbh

Warnings: mention of human trafficking kind of?

Illumi Zoldyck was a perfect assassin and a perfect son. He never showed fear, vulnerability, was excellent at his job and followed all the rules to a t. Or so everyone thought.

It wasn't long ago that Illumi had went on the job that would unknowingly change his life, maybe about three months give or take. He was assigned to take out a member of the mafia known for trading illegal goods. Apparently he had owed the man who hired Illumi money and had no means of paying it. He was to dispose of the target swiftly and silently.

After the job had been done the young Zoldyck somehow failed to notice the figure in the corner, who had been watching him with surprised and tired eyes. Upon realizing he was not alone, the boy was quick to pin the figure down, ready to take their life at any given moment. Now that he was up close to this person, he realized it was another kid around his age, wearing tattered and dirty clothes. The part that intrigued him most is that they didn't seem afraid of him.

The mysterious person only smiled at him, eyes softening with admiration as they spoke.

"Thank you for saving me."

The young assassin stared blankly in confusion. Saving them? All he did was his job and you just happened to be there, he didn't really try benefiting you on purpose. Illumi lowered the needle he had pointed at the persons neck, eyes narrowing before he responded.

"What are you talking about?"

"That man you killed. I was just auctioned off to him and needless to say he was a horrible man, so thank you. I'm Y/n by the way."

Illumi got off of Y/n, turning around to leave before speaking up once more.

"I didn't kill him for you, I was doing my job. I should kill you too for being a witness, but I'll let you go this once."

The Zoldyck boy began to embark on his journey back home before he heard footsteps running to catch up to him.

"I never caught your name? Who are you anyway?"

He continued to walk, not once turning to face Y/n.

"Quit following me."

"But I have nowhere to go-"

"I don't care where you go, just get away from me."

It was silent for a few moments as the teens continued to walk. Y/n ignored Illumi's demands as they neared a path that stretched through a vast forest. At the end of the trail there was a large mountain. Illumi knows he shouldn't have led this stranger so close to his home, but something inside him wouldn't let him push them away.

"You still haven't told me your name. Are you like a secret spy or something? Geez we've been walking for so long- don't tell me we have to walk all the way up that mountain!"

The young assassin stopped when they got to the base of the mountain, causing Y/n to run into his back with a small 'oof'.

In front of them was a large stone wall with metal doors in the center.

"This is as far as I can allow you to get. I shouldn't have let you follow me for so long but frankly you don't pose any threat."

"Aww, I think you just let me follow you so far because you like me! Noowwww can I finally know the name of my new friend?"

Y/n smiled at the stoic male in front of them, blinking and awaiting a response.

"Assassins don't have friends, now leave."

Illumi approached the seven large doors of his home and began to push them open before pausing.

"It's Illumi."

He entered through those doors while Y/n stood confused for a few moments before realizing.

That was his name.

While the doors were closing he heard a voice yell from the opposite side.

"Okay Mr assassin! I'll come back here here every day to see you!"

{Pov switch? kinda?}

And that's exactly what you did. Every day for about a week you showed up at the foot of the mountain, sometimes convincing Zebro to call the butlers quarters.

After Illumi found out about this, he finally went down to meet them. This time you looked much cleaner, holding a small basket with a cloth over it.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I told you I would visit every day, didn't I? Oh, and this is for you. I managed to make a little money by fighting so consider this as a "thank you'. Y'know, for killing that guy?"

You held out the basket, gesturing for the boy in front of you to take it. He lifted the cloth to reveal some baked goods underneath. Illumi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You can't keep trying to call the house. I told you assassins don't have friends."

"Welllll can't you make an acception for little ole me?" you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. "It could be our little secret!"

Without a word, Illumi grabbed one of your wrists and began walking into the forest surrounding his home. He stopped as the both of you came to a clearing, sitting down against the trunk of a tree.

"You're annoyingly stubborn."

You only smiled before sitting down next to him, reaching into your basket and pulling out two custard buns.

"Well it seems to work," you started, offering him one of the buns. "We're friends now, after all."

Illymi accepted the sweet treat with a sigh and ended up sitting there with you for hours. At some point you had both agreed to meet there once a week.

After these visits Illumi began developing a soft spot for you. He anticipated the days you would show up and the time you got to spend together.

Maybe he wasn't a perfect son.

He had secretly been seeing you without his family knowing and you were beginning to break down those walls of his.

Maybe he wasn't the perfect assassin.

Because after all, assassins don't have friends.

#hxh 2011 #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #illumi hxh #illumi x you #illumi x y/n #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi

[nabwastaken]

Tree- 12 days of Hatchetfield Day 4

(Day 4 for @12daysofhatchetfield! You could consider the previous one shot as like a double feature-)

The sedan revved into the parking lot, with Tom hitting the breaks and pulling the key out. He grinned as he turned behind him.

"You ready to do some tree farming?"

Tim groaned. He never liked going for a tree that much. But this was bonding time for them. Tom opened the door and breathed in the fresh air as he gazed at the sign reading, "Hatchetfield Tree Farm". It was recently opened in a closed off section of the Witchwood that strangely only exclusively grew Evergreens, also known as Christmas Trees. They grew surprisingly fast.

Tom let Tim out of the car and spotted a table over by the entrance. He'd seen these before at the High School, they were some cookies someone had graciously put out!

"Tim! Want a cookie?"

"Yes please!" Tim grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the tray and they continued into the farm.

"Noowwww Tim..... what tree do you want?" The duo gazed at the array of trees around them.

"I dunno," He answered. "Something that can fit in our house?"

Tom chuckled. "C'mon son. You can do this!"

Tim shrugged and pointed at one to his right. "This one?"

Tom clapped. "Good choice! Tall. Nice and firm. Let's get it!"

They alerted the Obnoxious Teen sitting at the counter and low and behold, a 5 feet tall tree was set on top of their car. Tim and Tom both got back into the car and headed home.

15 minutes later, Tom and Tim both hauled the tree into their little home and got to work decorating.

"Son? You wanna put up the star?"

Tim nodded eagerly as Tom hoisted his son up on his shoulders to place the finishing star to the Christmas tree.

It's officially been 4 years since Jane died and the two have somehow managed to move on.

#12 days of hatchetfield #tom houston #tim houston #I love them

[shinsyl]

“View from the balcony”

Painted on procreate [2020.03] Have a nice day!

Art Shop / Commission  / Tip Jar / Instagram

#artists on tumblr #illustration #landscspe #flowers #procreate #guyyyys after 4 months i finally got to see my family again and come back home ah #i missed them so much #hugged them for so long #they lifted the lockdown today #so still gotta be careful #but gosh i can finally see and talk to people ahh #fuck i was so lonely #but yeah had to be strong otherwise thats too dangerous #but noowwww i can be with them! #anyway have a great day ❤️ #shinsyl art #sa #shinsylart

[diesukitsuki]

Stop my brain RIGHT FUCKING NOOWWWW

thinking about sitting on bkg's lap while he is lying down, just sucking on his nipples while cockwarming him, bouncing sometimes

think about his flustered face, cute and shy moans and pink nipples being abused by your mouth-

ughhhh there is no enough bottom bakugou I swear, sometimes this man doesn't wanna think about everything, doesn't want to take care of everything

he wants to be spoiled, loved and taken care of!

cw : gn! reader, sub bakugou, short fic, nipple play, cock warming, 18+ only, ageless blogs and minors dni,

note : hngngh you have no idea how many times i’ve day dreamed about doing that to him.

sorry for the adrupt ending.. uhh i didn’t know what else to add also.. i’m shit at smut 💔

Be it genetics or some kind of sick joke from his past life, Katsuki’s nipples were annoyingly sensitive. Sensitive to the point where he has to be mindful of what material his shirts he should avoid, like cotton, or always having to avoid tight space in case of accidental... chafing.

It was something he could handle though. Nothing too serious. Nothing to cry about. If his chest happened to brush by something, he’d suck it up because it happens. A simple annoying inconvenience that he would forget about. Easy. Done.

As for you, you were an obstacle he wouldn’t have anticipated— ever— until you got a little too brave. You just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Seeing that his cute nipples are almost always pressed against his thin shirt, you can’t help but prod and poke at them, giggling as you watch him flinch and swat at your hand like a prissy cat.

It was hard to resist, really. Your boyfriend’s tits were so pretty and filled out nicely in his synthetic shirts. Sometimes you would treat yourself by letting your eyes drift down, all of his words fizzing out of your brain as he talked about this and that, who and what, where and how.

That’s when your brain delves into fantasies that he would probably be too embarrassed to let you indulge onto him. Your would blink slowly as you continue you stare, letting the dilating void in your eyes take in the shape of plush pecs. Thinking about squeezing them, sucking them, milking them.

“Oi,” He snaps his fingers in front of you. Your eyes flutter, and you’re back from your enriching vision. “eyes up here, perv.”

“Can’t help, handsome. Y’got nice tits.”

He clicks tongue and turns his head away. You don’t miss his reddened cheeks. Cute, you coo inwardly. ”Don’t call ‘em that. It’s fuckin’ embarrassing.”

“Get less prettier tits then.” Your eyes dropping back down to stare at them. “Can’t help it..” You trail off.. Your voice dipping like you’re entranced by his chest. Might as well be.

“God, your basically drooling all over them.”

“I’d actually do it, if you’d let me.”

“Shut up before I kill you.”

-

It’s funny how fussy he got whenever you got too handsy with his chest. Swatting your hand away when went to grab a handful. Promising death when you ogled him for too long— Always so demanding. Always so bossy. Though, you have him on a leash, especially when he’s drooling and begging for you to move your hips. The make out sessions before hand not satiating anything.

“Patience, honey.” You coo to him, adjusting yourself purposely like you had for the nth time to watch him whine underneath you. His fat cock rubbing against your velvet walls. “You’re doing so good, baby. You just gotta be a little more patient.”

“Please..” He keens softly. His usually sharp eyes are dulled down into something soft and hazy, like tumbling sea glass, as he looks up at you. “Want you to move s’badly..” He whines. The vice on your hips tells you the same thing.

“I know,” You reassure. “I know. ‘m just gonna try something, m’kay? Can we do that first?” You press a kiss against his swollen lips when he complies with an eager nod, and you feel him melt against you. “Good.” You say with a smile.

You press kisses down the column of his neck. Revisiting bruises with kitten lick, and inking blank skin with your teeth. His hands find their way to your shirt. His hands fisting them as you continue to mark him up. The subtle vibration of his whimpers and mewl can be felt as you make your journey down to his chest.

Katsuki lets out a curse when you lap at his pert bud before taking a good mouthful of his pecs into your mouth. Sweet moans fall from his lips as you suck and lap at his nipple. Your free hand groping at the fat of his pecs, occasionally tweaking or pinching at his nipples.

“Hngh,, ‘s too much..” The collar of your shirt touches your neck as he pulls your shirt down from behind. You let out a soft groan as you feel his hips shift. His dick moving inside you. The vibration of your groan has his muscles tightening, “Fuck, pl— hah—Please.. It’s too much.” A whine escapes when he feels you tighten at his please.

You unlatch yourself from his tits. Your hands replace the empty spot for you. It was too hard to resist, especially if they’re all shiny and pretty from your spit. You look at him. His face hinted with tears. Poor baby was too overwhelmed. You lean over to lick them away before pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead.

“C’mon, just a little more for me, baby.” You coo. Your thumbs runs soft delicate circles that leaves Katsuki whimpering. “You can do it, hm? It’ll feel good I promise. I’ll even go a little gentler. How ‘bout it.”

Katsuki sniffles and nods. You smile press a kiss to his lips before descending back down to give the other side the same treatment. This time a little more gentler. You look up at him, gouging his reaction. His eyes are shut, and his eyebrows are strewn together as he cries out to you in delight.

You grind your hips, moaning around his plush pecs as his fat cock grinds within you. He throws his head back in response. His hands slam against the couch cushion, grasping at the fabric to stable himself as he sobbed out your name.

“S’good, want more.. Please n—ngh—need more, baby.. Please.”

You suck a little harder. Your tongue lapping and circling around his nipple as your other hand pinched and teased the his other pec. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued to grind your hips into him. Katsuki cries and writhes underneath you as you milk and fuck him prettily.

Bout of ‘yes’s and ‘fuck’s spouted out of his mouth in chants. His hips threatening to jump to press himself even deeper into your. Katsuki lets out a scream when a hot and pleasurable pain surges through him when you bite down on his pecs. You feel his cock pulses before feeling his hot cum shoot up into you. He’s boneless under you, whining and whimpering about how good it felt.

You let out a chuckle,“Good boy. You did such a good job.”

#novah.thirsts #novah.writes #novah.shorts #no wc bc on phone smile #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #smut

[compassionately]

WHAT... DO U THINK OF MY LOVE CAPTAIN ICE COOKIE 🥺 AND ERM CHEESECAKE TOO IF U WANNA CUZ I LOVE HER A LOT BUT I DONT KNOW MUCH ABT HER...

omg help help what perfect cookies to send me . i really dont know what to do i dont want this post to be giant but i love them both . i think i'll just do both . im sorry nick u literally did not ask for all this

i'm going to put this under a read more because this is VERY long 😭 just so much text... you've been warned

captain ice cookie - general opinion ;

NOOWWWW captain ice is incredibly enjoyable to me... i think she's so handsome ?? and she's stern but very nice to children which i really enjoy. even if she comes off standoffish she's got a heart of gold and her crewmates and the children (and generally most cookies honestly) can see that about her ! sooo ... really i dont know how you can possibly not adore her

i remember people were so excited for her when she was teased and good lord it was definitely deserved... she's one of my top cookies honestly. and u know what while im here i wanna say i think her basic costume is the best .. i dont like the other one

headcanons

In the story sorbet shark doesnt stay with captain ice but they go back with pirate but i like to think sorbet is like a little adoptive child to her, in the same sense that peppermint is... i love those drawings i saw before with sorbet wearing her coat and that one comic of her giving sorbet and peppermint a goodnight kiss and then the entire ship's crew is lined up for a kiss as well afterwards

i think she is the type to easily and without a doubt give up her own personal safety just to protect other cookies ... its really just in her nature to care about those around her. and i think because of that she gets a lot of respect from other cookies like jujube (shut up i know their relationship isnt like that in game but whatever)

gender and sexuality

i really want to say that she's on the bisexual side. mooostly towards women in my opinion but i think she could lean both ways. what a milf. and for gender i really enjoy the transfem headcanon some people have thrown around !

otps/brotps/notps

i dont have any for any of these categories -- but i want to say that i love her relationship chart so so bad... she's so kind ! she has positive relationships with 90% of the cookies she knows and i think its clear that she shows a lot of respect for others .. and her praising young cookies for being themselves at a young age is very cute for an older cookie... a wa wa

-----

cheesecake cookie - general opinion ;

omg omg omg okay... do not get me started. i've been a cheesecake subscriber since day one baby so prepare for a giant mess below 😭😭😭😭😭❗❗❗ but I LUVV HERRR she's so so pretty and cute !! she is very nice very sweet very accepting of other cookies so fun so flirty ... she is everything to me . not only is she just so fun and cute but she also is a fancy cookie which i just eat up so so badly.. obligatory jelly pop below ...

headcanons ;

okayyyyok omg !! i have too too many so im just gonna dump about one of my favorite ones... but i love the cheesecake accomplice headcanon !! its one of my own concoctions. but essentially i think cheesecake is an accomplice to roguefort/phantom bleu in one way or another...

basicallyyyy . so in the original cheesecake manor/cookie detective event, when roguefort steals her jewel and walnut makes a big fuss about getting it back, cheesecake actually really doesnt care that much about it and says she has a spare just like it. then roguefort returns the jewel in practically the same breath ...

and when u look at cheesecake's relationship chart, her relationship to roguefort is about what disguise they'll use next. roguefort's relationship to cheesecake is about what jewels she'll wear today ... now these are two cookies that have positive relationships with EVERYONE, but i think their relationship to each other has so much potential to it ...

so here's my headcanon: cheesecake and roguefort are accomplices, cheesecake herself isnt really a thief of course but she fancies roguefort and has a nice relationship with them so she'll take part in their little scandals every now and again ❤ sometimes for fun and just to give walnut something to do roguefort will pretend to steal from cheesecake and just return what they "stole" later ..

otps/brotps/notps ;

CHEESEROGUE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣cheeserogue is literally everything to me i've been shipping it for quite literally a year or so now 😭😭 i just think its so cute they have so much in common... they are both fancy rich cheeses ❤ cheesecake is a fun little housewife and she matches roguefort's humor well ... i just have so so many thoughts... no point putting them in this post though u.u

sexuality and gender ;

she gay

#long post

[melonmochimoon]

Hello my beautiful blossom Hanna hru loveee!! I have a question and some feedback on something. So For my question I was wondering who’s your favorite idol you like drawing?? And what idol would you like to draw next?

Alsoo I’ve been working on teaser photos for my collab fics And I wanted your personal opinion on the sub heading for both of them. Here’s two I’ve been working on. ⬇️⬇️

Sorry Ik this is a lot, but I didn’t know who else to ask. 😭😭

Najaaaa, my precious angel!!! ✨ I'm good!! How about yoou??

Omg you always have the nicest and cutest questions T-T ❤️

Hmmmm the idol like drawing? Hmmm from the ones I've already drawn, I really liked drawing Jaehyun and Doyoung! I think they have very distinct features, so it's easier to draw them. Even if you draw them in different styles (like I drew them in chibi style), they will still be recognizable if you get their basic traits right, so I think I have more freedom when planning a drawing, and it's fun to play with their expressions and everything! Omg D.O too, it's so nice drawing him!! But I confess I love drawing girls the most, even if I have not drawn many female idols yet ahhaha (I drew Rosè, and it was so Nice T-T)

And an idol I want to draw next? Hmmmm for male, I want to draw Xiumin hahahahah because he also has very different features and he is cute as hell hohoh and for female, I want to draw Seulgi, for the same reason as Xiumin and because I want to put her in a Bear outfit T-T

And yoouuu Naja???? What idols do you like to draw??

Noowwww, OMG YOUR HEADERS!!!! ✨ You!!! Designer Queen!!!!

Omg I feel honoured to be able to see them dieta T-T thank you so much for showing them to me T-T ✨

And ok okkkk, I can say I LOVED THEM!! 💕

Omg Renjun's is simply gorgeous!! I think the colors and the fonts you used match well with the theme! It's Very delicate, yet powerful, I loved it!!!!

And Taeil's!!!!! It's Very Very soft and clean!!!! Will it be a fluff story? It gives me romantic comedy vibes hahahhah it's Very well done T-T love iit!!!

Sooo, in conclusion, both of them look really professional, they are not overwhelming at all, they are very elegant and pleasant to the eyes!! ✨✨✨

You're so talented T-T ❤️

Thanks again for sending me this ask!! I love to interact with you!!!!!! 💖

Mwaaahh!!!!!

....

#asks #naja #❤️❤️❤️ #omg such a talented queen ✨✨ T-T

[dont-offend-the-bees]

how do you think dirk and Todd’s first kiss went?

Oh, anon. I have a thousand first kisses in a thousand universes thought out for these boys (I've even written a few of em, and more will now doubt follow). Right noowwww based on your question I'm gonna take a canon continuation approach, so let's see...The setting: Todd and Dirk's apartment (they share one above the agency, but Farah likes her space), the couch, empty takeout containers scatted like confetti around them, so many empty coffee and tea mugs.The situation: Friday night, post-case.  Netflix on the TV, Dirk lamenting the fact that the cops they meet in real life can't be as fun and understanding as this Brooklyn lot. Todd complaining that this pro-cop propaganda is gonna rot Dirk's brain, but not really sticking to his guns because frankly it's fucking hilarious and he's too exhausted to go on an anti-authoritarian rant. They've spent the evening vegging out in front of the telly, bellies full of Chinese food, eyes sagging sleepily but neither of them want to go to bed yet, even though they probably nearly died earlier. They're not even talking that much- a bit of chatter here and there, but it's largely comfortable silence and they both think they prefer this silence to the ones they'd find in their bedrooms.Netflix asks them if they're still watching for like the tenth time, and Dirk yawns. Todd suggests they should go to bed. For a split second it reads to Dirk's foggy mind as a 'we' as in, a together we, as in the same bed, and he blushes before his brain catches up. Todd notices, and maybe if he wasn't into Dirk too he'd be confused, but he is and suddenly he realises what that sounded like and now HE'S blushing. Both of em, blushing like dorks because they ARE dorks. Their eyes meet, and it's one of those silent exchanges that isn't really an exchange because they're both thinking similar things at vastly different rates and being total dipshits. Except at the precise moment that Todd chickens out of the emotional encounter and resolves to try and break the tension with a joke and just leave, Dirk reaches a very different conclusion and darts forward to put his mouth on Todd's mouth because it feels oddly right to do so. It only lasts a second, and when it ends the thoughts are racing again- except this time it's Dirk having the 'oh god I misread this' panic and Todd having the 'FUCK HIS LIPS ARE SOFT' panic, and then they both try talking at once. Several times. And it's a fucking awkward mess, but Todd can see Dirk retreating and making excuses so he does the only thing he can think to do. Which is exactly what Dirk just did moments ago.Their second kiss ends up considerably longer than the first. And it leads to more talk; about everything and nothing. To more silence; not awkward so much as charged. And to more kisses, always more kisses. Later, Dirk will ask Todd, all pink-lipped and glassy-eyed, why on earth they haven't been doing this all along. And Todd for the life of him won't be able to think of an answer.

#dirk gently's holistic detective agency #dghda #brotzly #dirk gently #todd brotzman #answers #my fanfic #i'm just in a very sappy mood tonight #and i love these two more than anything and everything #no ship has ever brought me such indefinable joy #and i want them to be soft and happy together #forever and ever #thanks for the ask anon <3 #i know i don't post much fic anymore #i promise i AM writing fic #it's just mostly longer stuff that i don't feel comfy posting in the early stages #one day there'll be more! #i can say confidently that spaced part 2 is making good progress as of late #and you'll be seeing a little something from me on the big bang extension date too! <3 #Anonymous

[svnaslove]

Hahaha yes Iwa and I are internet friends(? Lol

(I can’t believe I can ‘put’ the links in the words wtf. Why didn’t I know this????)

Funny story, we met on Wattpad😬 reading a Saiki K fanfic lmao.

-Tooru anon.

————————

OH YEESSSS!!! I REMEMBER THE TEA GOD!

Thank god it’s over! But I’m happy that Suna is here tho🤩✨ (I know them irl so I insisted to get them back lol)

Old gang back together again! We are only missing my good pal Tendo and we’re ready! (I’m hitting Iwa up so they can come noowwww)

—and also Lev and Nishinoya ig but idk how to contact them.

-Tooru.

omg you the fact that you two met in a saiki k wattpad story 😭😭😭

WAIT YOU KNO WTHEM IRL PLSLKFJSDFLKJ

pLS ur friend that does suna is so good-

YOU KNOW EVERYONE WHY IS THAT SO CANON SOMEHOW😭

AHH OKJSFLKDJS

i have the contact of noya and i know lev's acc but idk i think lev has a lot of roleplay now because they made an actual character account for it so i don't want to bother them, and noya's moderator has just been chilled lately and they said they're good from doing anon last time i spoke to them im pretty sure

#isa's asks.🧸 #isa's anons. 💌 #tooru anon.👯 #nothing to see here just tooru anon knowing everyone in this entire blog #this feels like a wedding planner somehow lksdjf

[1xsoft-blog]

When Somone toutch you / one shot full story

You knew she was right so you ordered the fanciest food you could have found. “ I will take Louis XIII Pizza please “ she bowed at you and got straight to the kitchen. While you were waiting for your food to arrive you scrolled down tweeter.

So this was the reason why he didn’t show up, he was with another woman when he’s supposed to be here with me and having a great date but there he is with a woman that’s not even his girlfriend. How the f dare he , he’s done when I arrive home. “ kim namjoon you’re a dead meat “ you said under your breath. “ miss here’s your food... enjoy “ said the nice lady walking way after she bowed. “ thank you “ You said with an smile.

Y/n pov:

When I got finished with the amazing Louis XIII Pizza , I grabbed my purse and headed out. Before I could do anything there was someone catcalling me. “ hey there beautiful wanna play some funny games with us “ I froze and looked at those 3 scaring men. I was so scared that I didn’t even make any sense with my words “ no got I go we’re boyfriend “ “ huh can’t you speak English this is even better. “ the tall one said. He tried to grabbed me by my waist but I punched him. He got an evil smirk on his face.

“ punch me all you want but this will not end good for you “ my leges were Jelly , before I could have said something he squeezed my butt making me cry. “ stop stop it hurts” I said into my sorbs. “ that’s the point I want to hurt you because I’m a bad person... do you like bad guys sweetie “ he asked looking straight into my boobs. He was nearly touching them when his other friend laid his hands on me. they all took me to an empty ally touching me, kissing me, leaving some Hicks , and they slapped me everywhere.

One of them tried to rip my dress and it was time for me to kick his balls. I took out my pepper spray and sprayed them all in there eyes. “ you fucking slut aagghhhhhhh” the short on yelled. I tried my best to run but my legs were to jelly. That’s when I saw an hotel. Outside the hotel I saw an empty taxi and jumped into it before even thinking. “ please...... drive me to ......this address there are some idiots .....that were almost .....rapped ....me please .....drive “ I said crying for happiness that I escape before they could have done anything to me worse.

The taxi driver didn’t even think twice and just drive away, away from those dirty monsters. The whole ride was awkward I didn’t want to talk to anyone I just wanted to yell at namjoon. If I didn’t have my pepper spray I would might be dead now. Time went by and all I could watch was those trees passing by me.

1h of car riding

I finally made it and I quickly payed my taxi driver. I ran up to mine and Namjoon’s shared apartment. I knocked like crazy ,namjoon finally opened the door. He wasn’t alone he was with that girl. “ hi y/n this is Zoe my old friend “ I said hi to her and completely ignored him. Ofc he saw my red puffy eyes. “ y/n what happend were you crying” Zoe looked also worried. “ girl what happened “ she said trying to come near me. “ nothing important” I said making myself something to eat. “ tell us y/n “ I gave Namjoon the look. He knew what that look meant , when ever he did something bad/or upset me he would get that stare. “ did I do something wrong. “

I only ignored him and went upstairs to our shared bedroom looking for something. I heard Zoe saying to Namjoon “ I should go but catch you later bye “ with that namjoon rushed upstairs seeing me on the bed while scrolling down my phone. “ y/n tell me what happened...” I kept on ignoring him. “ why are you ignoring me stop playing” I didn’t say a word to him. “ y/n Have I done something wrong ??? “

“ Yes namjoon you did something wrong , Instead of being with me on our date you were out with Zoe... I freaking waited for you 2 hours and eat my food by myself. Do you know how many people that staried at me in a “ I’m sorry huh he didn’t show up “ look....... huh do you know nooo ofc you don’t because you were with Zoe........and guess what happed after you didn’t show up huh.... I left and got toutched by 3 men... they toutched my- “ I didnt even finished my Sentence and he decided to cut me of. “ they toutched you??”

“ yeah and why do you care huh you freaking left me “..... I could seen all Namjoon’s anger , I’ve never seen him this angry before “ BECAUSE I CARE NO FUCKING MAN CAN TOUTCH YOU NO ONE... what did they do.... “

“ it’s not like I’m gonna tell you “ I didn’t want to tell him otherwise I would end up crying ... I was so scared I wished Namjoon saved me like in the movies when the boy saves the girl from what ever it’s happenings. Ofc we weren’t in those movies we were facing reality. “ TELL ME Y/N TELL ME NOOWWWW !!! “ he screamed from the top of his lungs. “ “ they squeeze my butt making me cry they also hurt my boobs they kissed me slapped me they kicked me. I- I thought I would be raped and die and the only thing I wanted was you saving me but guess what you were with Zoe. Do you know how much I cried and how much I was screamed. They could have rapped me and kill me “

Namjoon just stood there crying for what they’ve done to you. He tried to touched your cheeks , any places that you got bruises. His tears got bigger for seeing all those purple bruises on you. “ Y-Y/n I-I’m sorry I’m a terrible boyfriend”

You wanted to agree with him so bad but you just couldn’t. “ please forgive me next time I will be there for you I’m sorry y/n “ “ there won’t be any next time. “ Namjoon thought you would leave him so he started to go down on knees taking out a diamond ring saying. “ y/n please don’t leave me I didn’t show up because me and Zoe was at the jewelry store she helped me pick the perfect ring for you... I wanted to propose to you on your birthday... I’ve been arraigned this for about now 2 moths and I’m sorry I didn’t know this would have happened please for give me and be me wife soon, y/n Lee will you make me the happiest man on this earth and marry me ?”

You cried at his words and it all makes sense now to you. “ yes Namjoon I will be your wife but please don’t ever leave me like this “ you said crying into his shoulder. He kissed your forehead saying , “ I will never babe I will never leave you ever again.... I will learn those mother fuckers a lessen with my hyungs ok “ you just giggled at his cute reaction. You smiled at his words and hugged him. The whole night you and him were watching some k-drams while cuddling. “ I love you y/n and I will take my revenge at those boys soon “ he said “ I love you 2 babe “

The day after: y/n pov ( long pov sorry )

I find myself laying all by myself on the bed. I didn’t see namjoon, I didn’t hear the shower or him making breakfast. I climbed of the bed looking for namjoon but he where no where to be found. “ where could he be at this time “ then it hit me. “ I will take care of those boys soon “ was the last thing he said before I fall asleep on him“ where’s my phone .... there it is “ I was looking through my contacts trying to find Namjoon’s number.

I finally found his contact and I straight texted him without thinking twice. I didn’t want him to get hurt like I did yesterday. ( 3 min after texting with Namjoon ) What’s wrong with him? I thought to myself. I tried to understand.... he has never used ughhh or any mean sentence towards me. My gouts told me to call the boys to make sure Namjoon is with them. I texted Taehyung to see.

What’s going on what’s happening Where’s my Namjoon has something bad happens to him or is he no no no I told myself.... Taehyung just told me that Namjoon weren’t with him or the rest. I’m freaking out. I didn’t tell Taehyung about me meeting Namjoon at (......Street) at midnight.

23:45:

I was scared walking at the street all by myself finding only men staring at me. I felt uncomfortable/scared. I just wanted to be at home laying on Namjoon’s hard chest feeling loved. But that day wasn’t today. “ ok I have 10 min of time before heading to (......street ) “ I followed my GBS to the street namjoon told me.

After some time struggling with the address I finally found it. I came to an destroyed house , it looked like it was about to fall apart. On the ground i saw empty bottles of alcohol . I heard the neighbor dog shouting making me scared. I wanted to go home I knew this place wasn’t safe for a girl like me. When I turned around I saw 3 men in front of me.. they were those men that assaulted me. I frozed . “ you finally arrived littel one “ the tall one said ,I was so scared that I didn’t dare to blink my eye. I yelled Namjoon multiple times

“ NAMJOOOOON NAMJOOON KIIIIIIMMMMMM NAMJOOONNNN “ I yelled so much that I couldn’t catch my breath. “ take her in “ one of them took an empty Alcohol bottle and smashed it into my head , the next thing I knew was everything went black.

I had an really bad headache “ ouch “ i didn’t feel any other word coming out from my mouth. I was looking around until I heard the voice that I’ve missed so much “ y/n y/n baby look at me “ I heard Namjoon’s voice I did want to cry in his arms hug him and kiss him. But I knew I couldn’t do that.

“ namjoon “ I felt so week I couldn’t look up. I knew I was trapped into a chair. I felt like I was in prison.I heard the door opened.... it reviled those three men that harassed me. “ what do you want from me “ I said looking straight up on them. “ oh Well littel one we want to hurt you...you know.... “ he’s short friend said “ don’t you dare to lay any finger on her ! “ Namjoon shouted. I didn’t find my eyes on Namjoon until now.Namjoon hade blood running down from his head, leg , nose and his arm.

“ WHAT HAVE YOU THREE MOTHER FUCKERS DONE TO MY BOYFRIEND “ I yelled out of my lungs making them all three flinch. “ how dare you call us that “ “ I can say what ever I want fucking bitch what will you do about it “ in a blink of an eye the short one slapped me that he almost made me cry. I knew if I cried right in-front of them ,they would see my weakness even if they’ve already seen it, I didn’t want to show them again or els they will feel stronger and I knew I should not show them that they’ve won. Never show your weeks to anyone was the last thing my dad told me. Namjoon yelled and yelled so much that I cried. “ y’all can take me just leave my boyfriend alone.... you all can do what ever you like to me I don’t even care about my life anymore... as long as I live I want to make sure that Namjoon is the one that’s alive and not me. “ they all agreed while Namjoon cried “ no.. no don’t take her from me NOOOOOO Y/NNNNNNNN “ he screamed. “ bye Namjoon ... I love you.....please be safe “ was the last thing I said and heard from namjoon.

They all three took me to an empty room with an destroyed bed. I guess I wasn’t the first girl here. I thought to myself. Next thing they did was push me onto the bed. One of them closed the door, and started to undress themself. The short one jumped up on me slapping me everywhere while undressing me. I didn’t do any thing because I knew I would still die no matter what I do. They all slid there members into my private area.

I cried so many time because of the pain. “ shut up or els we will broke your face “ “ go ahead it’s not like I will still be alive “ I said making them chuckle. The middle one told the short on to pull away and it was his turn. Ofc I cried even more and just wanted to it all to be done and get killed.

1h later

They finally got up and took there clothes and they all head down to there living room to watch something on there television. It was the greatest opportunity for me to run away. I was only wearing my Panties and a long t-shirt. I opened the door as quite as I could. I took small steps on the stairs. The middle one saw me “ she’s trying to run away !!!” I got so scared and rushing to the door making the three men chase after me. They all three yelled after me as I kept on running from them. I didn’t look at where I was running...... then it hit me. I black care coming from no where hit me and everything went black. I could hear those pricks run away while someone yelled “ call an ambulance “

End of y/n’s pov

Namjoon’s pov:

“ I love you “ was my angels last words to me.... I can’t believe she gave away her on life to me just so I could be happy. How could I Be happy if I didn’t have y/n by my side how could I be happy with out even marrying this girl or even having kids with her. Y/n was my everything the most important thing she was Mine and only mine, with y/n I could be myself I could laugh so much and smile so much with her but that won’t come any more I won’t laugh nor smile with out her.

When the man got me free from that house he thrower his car keys at me. As a sign get that and don’t ever come back. I did want to save my princess but there was over 10 big muscular men there. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do so I called the boys and told them everything I didn’t know what els I should do then just be at home and cry ? Hell no “ I will come back for you my little angel just wait for me “.....

2h later.

I got an call from y/n did I really got an call from y/n my angel my future wife ? I was so happy but that happiness didn’t last forever. “ hi is this kim Namjoon y/n brother or boyfriend?“ a woman said waiting for my answer... “ ... yeah I’m y/n’s boyfriend... may I ask who you are for calling me from my girlfriends phone??...

“ I’m sorry I can’t tell you why right now but could you please come to the hospital “ hospital what why ?? Why is my princess at the hospital. The biggest questions is is my little Angel ok ? I need to know “ is my princess ok tell me she is “ “ Mr.kim please come to the (..... hospital ) right now please “ the kind nurse said. I hung up and rushed to my car calling all the boys crying. They all said they will come to the hospital soon...” HURRY “ I screamed. “ Namjoon we will be there in 20 please don’t do anything stupid ok “ Namjoon told me. And I listen to him but how could I not do anything stupid ?.

I hung up on them speeding even faster. I came to the hospital running to the nearest reception asking for y/n “ exuse me is there a Lee y/n here ? “ I asked with the most worried look ever. She looked down and said “ please come with me “ before I could ask any further the boys came running while yelling my name “ Namjoon !! “ yelled Jimin. They saw me and came running to me. “ what’s happening “ asked Jin to the nurse. “ boys please follow after me “

We did as she asked us to. She took us to y/n room. The first thing I saw was , The machine. It didn’t have y/n’s heart beat sounds and then it hit Me like à truck and we all knew what to expect .

” i’m sorry she didn’t survive ” I was broken tears didn’t stream down my eyes , nothing came just the big shook. How could my princess not survive how couldn’t she why why why is this world so unfair why did god take the only thing I loved from me ? . “ what ....happened “ asked Taehyung while he cried so much. “ she got hit by a car and we also found out that she has been group rapped and....she was 5 weeks pregnant “

I cried non stop I didn’t stop crying I was broken I was completely broken. I had no one by my side then y/n. And our unborn child. I could’ve been a dad a fucking dad. “ I’m sorry.....” said the nurse. “ Y/N !!!! Come back please come back.... “ I cried and cried for her to come back but ofc she couldn’t.

1 h later

the same nurse came back “ we have to move her body to another room for those that’s.....dead “she tried to not sound rude. I was ready to yell at the nurse but Jimin grabbed my wrist. That was the last time I ever saw y/n body in front of my eyes.

“ this is my fault if I hadn’t gone to those mother fuckers that touched my.... y/n .. she would stand here with me and not up in the sky. EVERYTHING IS MY FUCKING FAULT... FUCK I HATE THIS WORLD I HATE MY SELF I-... I JUST WANT MY Y/N MY ANGEL BACK !!! “ I shouted while banging on a white wall. “ it’s not your fault “ said Jin. His eyes where red. I could see he was crying. “ how could it not be my fault how ?!” Jin looked down I know He wanted to just make me feel better but how am I supposed to feel better when the person I love died because of me. My parents where right I should have listen to them when they told me I was an big disappointing for everyone.

End of story- @1xsoft follow me if you want to se daily post ✨I love y’all have a nice day/night ☀️🌙😙

-Tags

#namjon #kimnamjoon #knj #btsknj #bts #bangtan #bangtan soneyondan #yn #imagine #sad story #sad ending #viral

[ddrkirbyisq]

Okay...let's catch up on everything. Visiting Houston Last weekend I visited a good friend in Houston!  It was a really nice trip in many ways for me and I'm really glad that I decided to go.  Just being able to see someone again that I care about really meant a lot to me and I was so happy being able to spend that time with them.  I got really sad at the end and didn't want to leave...I feel like I would definitely go again someday. It was also really nice getting a a 4-day weekend (I took Friday and Monday off), especially since I had been working a bit hard leading up to this time.  Sometimes I get a bit more stressed than I realize and it actually felt nice to not have to worry about so many things anymore.  During the first night of my trip my back actually ended up being pretty sore but I couldn't figure out whether it was because I sat wrong on the plane or something or whether it was just stress manifesting as psychosomatic pain...but either way it was gone after that and I felt really refreshed as a whole. In terms of the trip itself, I feel like no matter what we did it would have been a lot of fun, but I got to see the NASA space center, see the huge rest stop (more like a department store) called Buc-ee's, and of course eat some yummy food while I was there!  I had BBQ, TexMex, this bun thing called a Kolache, good ice cream, and a Cajun crawfish boil, mmm~  And my friend introduced me to an anime that just finished airing called A Place Farther than the Universe (Sora yori mo tooi basho) which I quite liked so far!  I'll probably watch more of that on the train at some point.  But yeah, all the food was really yummy... On a side note, I spent a good amount of time during my plane rides...actually working on music!  But not in the usual sense -- I was working with FamiTracker (a music tracker used for writing NES-style chiptunes) to make a Mega Man-styled track.  It actually works quite well since, well, you don't really need a lot to do chiptune tracking, so it's super portable.  I mean, I already don't use much of anything for my normal music production, but with FamiTracker I don't even need a mouse!  I ended up being able to mostly finish the track with the time I spent during that trip, which was pretty nice. Being out of it This past week I've generally not been on top of my game...I don't really know why, maybe I'm just off, but in multiple aspects of my life I've just been forgetting loads of things or not concentrating or just not making good decisions.  Not really anything to be super concerned about, but more just....it's unfortunate.  Hopefully I will have better luck this next week, but I guess it's also important to remember that in the grand scheme of things these mistakes (mostly) don't matter too much so although it can be good to express my dismay, it's not something I really need to beat myself up over. Finishing Celeste Well, just yesterday I finished the final C-Side level of Celeste.  It's been quite an amazing journey through this game and it really is true what they say about the design leaving no stone unturned.  It really makes me get the feeling like nobody can ever make a game with this same mechanic anymore.  Well, not really, because I know it's already been done, but more like it's really hard to believe that any more could be brought to the table.  I know that's not 100% true, and I'm sure if they really wanted to the developers could come up with another twist or mechanic that they could build another level out of.  But it just =feels= that way, because of how complete everything is.  I guess if there was one thing that felt a bit missing, it was that the C-Sides were fairly short -- mostly it was two or three "warm-up" rooms and then one specific long challenge room that was the brunt of the level.  I think that works too, but I wonder if it would have been more satisfying to have a longer setup, like in the B-Side levels. Anyhow, I'm not going to bother 100%ing Celeste (leave that to all of the super dedicated people), as the things I have left are the golden strawberries (finish each stage without dying...A, B, and C-side...), and the secret 200th strawberry, which I started trying but gave up once I learned that the jump tricks you need to do to get it are really painstaking to nail.  I think that's super cool...but for me, I'm onto other things!  The absence of Celeste will surely leave a gaping hole in my life ("what do I dooo noowwww??!?") but I think next up is supposed to be Finding Paradise!  So we'll finally get to see how that is... System Shock 2 Actually I lied!  Next up wasn't Finding Paradise, but surprise surprise!  I've been building up this itch to play System Shock 2 again and I finally installed it along with all the community mods and patches.  I hope to play co-op with a friend soon, but for now I actually just ended up starting a game on Hard difficulty (OSA character), and I've actually made it quite far -- to the end of hydroponics, actually!  I'm certainly much better at navigating the corridors and objectives in SS2 than I was X years ago when I last played it; that's for sure (to be fair, it was probably well over 10 years ago). I started getting a little bit of the 3D game motion sickness that I tend to get for some games, but it seemed to help when I turned the FOV up slightly and disabled any view or weapon bobbing, so that's quite cool. Stardew Valley We just reached Winter!  As I mentioned earlier, I've been having brain farts left and right so I made some really silly mistakes this last session -_-;  But anyhow, we've reached winter!  We have 2 sheep and a pig now (we just installed heaters in the coop and barn), and we've got a bunch of crops happily growing in the greenhouse.  I think my goal for the start of winter is to ensure that we can still have a steady cashflow coming in...expanding the amount of crops in the greenhouse (I finally got enough iridium ore to make one or two iridium sprinklers), and then maybe starting to plant wild seeds for winter. Other Stuff Spring has definitely made its presence known this past week -- it felt like the seasons changed during my trip to Houston.  My respiratory system is....not pleased, so far. *achoo!* Decadance rehearsals continue...I've finished rehearsals for my first piece and I'll be starting the second one up next week... I skipped dance last weekend since I was in Houston, and skipped this week as well...should be good to go back again next week.

#Blogger

[colettascorner]

#TakeMeOutToTheBallGame SL with @BestYoullNvrHve and @TryButYoullLose

SL #4 - Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Oliver: [I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and peeled off the bandage, the new one Cole had just put on a few hours ago. I poked at the healing wound, still slightly angry after a few days, but not as bad. Some things hurt, some didn’t. Sometimes it was as if it had never happened...until I picked up the newspaper and saw another article splashed across the front page. I glared at the newspaper next to me, despising that picture of my limp body being wheeled out of the museum. I was nobody’s fucking victim, and I couldn’t wait to stand up in front of the press and say so. But what really rankled about the photo was the sheer emotion written all over Cole’s face. I couldn’t look at it. After spending the evening with her, feeling that need to have her close, I’d woken up the next morning with a renewed dedication to keeping my distance...and keeping her safe. For the case. This was all for the case. I ignored anything other than work, pulling the woman who stabbed me’s case file, her son’s, combing the list of contacts Cole had provided for some link that we could exploit. The detective I’d spoken with this morning said the woman had asked for a lawyer as soon as they brought her in. They hadn’t even gotten to ask the first question.  John was adamant I wasn’t trying the case against her. I conceded, for now, but that wouldn’t stand. She was going to give me what I needed or I was going to put her son in the most gang infested prison in the state. In fact, I’d already made a few calls and greased a few wheels. Beginning of next week I’d have his transfer papers as leverage for her to flip on Martinelli. I was sure of it.

I stared at the tux on the hanger, a new one considering my old one was too stained to salvage, but I wouldn’t be needing it tonight. Instead, I sighed at my Yankees jersey, nodding. Tonight, we were going to “blend in” to the crowd, see a game, eat some crazy good food and canoodle for the paps. Cole had been mum lately, even shunning questions about her father’s reaction to the news, but maybe tonight she’d open up to me. It had been two days. That was it. But the distance felt like two years. I chastised myself, running my hands through my hair, careful not to stretch too far. This was only for the case. That’s it. Wasn’t it?]

Coletta: {As I'd predicted, the day following his stabbing looked much different than the night of. I'd crept up to my room to shower after we'd passed out on the couch, leaving him sleeping in the early morning light peeking through the curtains in his study. When I'd come down to get something to eat, I found the study door firmly closed. Hearing him on the phone, I decided not to interrupt and made myself some eggs, had coffee then retreated to my room. I could very easily entertain myself with a day of pampering after a night for the horror movies, especially since the day had gotten such a late start. Face mask, hair treatment, bath with a joint, a good book...the only thing missing was a massage. I may have even thought about my darling husband while I took that bath, willing him to join me but alas… Nevertheless, I felt like a million bucks as I returned to the kitchen for a light dinner. I  wasn't looking for Oliver, not at all, and it didn't sting that the door was still closed. I'm sure after the night we had, we had just as much work to do than he already did. After sleeping in the next morning, I told myself I needed to check in to see if there was anything he needed from me for the case. Only for the case. I was just about the knock when the door was pulled opened leaving me standing there with a fist raised and a shocked expression on my face, looking like a gaping fish. He barely acknowledged my presence, only looking at me long enough to tell me that we were going to the Yankees game tonight. As the door closed in my face… I stayed. Standing right there as a whirlwind started in my mind. The new feeling of dread at the mere thought of going out in public took root, but so did anger. He thought he could be friendly, almost nice one minute, needy when he was hurt, more than flirty when he was drunk or high, then...this when he had his wits about him? Well fuck that, Oliver Davidson. There was no way I was going to be played with. No more giving in because I had been starved for male affection for the majority of my life. I didn't want his scraps of it. I could play this game. I wouldn't be the weak one. Extremely glad that I'd packed so many of my clothes, I buttoned my Dustin Pedroia jersey over a long sleeve red shirt paired with ripped, tight skinny jeans and my ponytail pulled through the snap back of my navy blue Sox hat. Maybe he'd cancel rather than take me to a Yankees game.decked out in Sox gear, but if he didn't, I'd be fulfilling my wifely duty and doing my part to grab the headlines. I didn't bother to knock this time, traipsing into the office like I owned it. And I did, well, half of it anyway. Flopping down on the couch with a beer in my hand, I put my chucks on the coffee table and twisted off the bottle cap.} So where are.our seats? Behind home plate? Or the luxury box life for my worse half?

Oliver: [I looked up when she walked in, and I couldn’t have been more pleased if I’d asked her to do it myself. Which I wouldn’t. But somehow I knew she’d make it her own. That’s what was different about her.] Good strategy. They’re already talking about how we’re from different worlds, a real Romeo and Juliet love story, so a Sox fan with a die-hard Yankees supporter will be fabulous. [I let the droll topic show in my voice, but I was anything but bored. Those jeans hugged her in all the right places, and she looked radiant. I smoothed down my Aaron Judge jersey, so ironic, dark wash jeans and a pair of comfortable black Jordan’s, turning around and fixing the bit of hair that stuck from my backwards Yankee hat.] I assume you’ve read the papers. If not, the Times is there, along with a few others. Seems we made front page news. [I pulled the tray from its spot, only to find my stash empty, and my side was aching like a bitch. Seemed like I’d been smoking too much, and with guard detail, it was hard to get more. Cursing under my breath, I shoved the tray back into the slot and slammed the door, turning back to Cole, trying to be civil as I poured generous drink.] I was hoping you’d have some insight into how your father is taking all this. [I took a long sip, knowing I couldn’t go to the game drunk, so I paced myself, turning back and pulling a flask out of the wet bar and filling it up. I filled her in on the lady who’d stabbed me, wincing a bit as I moved, finally taking a seat in my chair as I shoved the flask in my pocket] Our seats are above the dugout. But I do have a skybox available to us if need be. Also, I did what you asked and ran extra checks on security. Turns out a few had been compromised. They’ve been replaced and we should have a solid set now. [At least I hoped we did. I’d fired the assholes myself, telling them that if I find out they had anything to do with the stabbing, I’d personally oversee their trial.] You look very nice, by the way.

Coletta: {Noowwww I remembered why I hated him. I was also mad that I'd let myself forget. God forbid he be more than a cyborg at any time aside from when his mind was altered, but it was fine. I had plenty of years of practice as an ice princess, growing up in a house run by a sociopath where any sign of weakness or emotion could be manipulated and used against you. I had allowed myself a level of comfort here because I'd been so emotionally raw from everything that had happened, but not anymore. I'd play my part, then spend my down time fantasizing about the life I'd never have. Lose myself in a book...maybe I'd write one. At least I didn't have the day to day stresses of work, bills, horrible family to deal with. And my husband was nice to look at. It could be worse. My lips twitched when he slammed the drawer shut on the empty tray. I could share my stash with him, I had enough left for a little while, but I wasn't feeling particularly magnanimous at the moment. Maybe I'd put him on a behavioral reward plan he didn't even know about. The subject of my father's reaction was like an ice bucket on my anger, pulling my focus back to the present.}  That night and the next morning he was livid. Livid that we were out as an official couple. Livid that the hit was unsuccessful. Since yesterday, he's been planning. The bounty on both of our heads has increased. Probably doubled. He's working any and everyone he can for information. It's imperative now that any plan you make for us to be out in public, only a few people know about. We may want to think about hiring private security. They get paid more than cops so don't bribe as easily. Just a thought. {Taking a deep breath, I lifted my gaze from where I'd been staring blankly at the coffee table to meet his insanely pretty eyes.} If he gets wind of this game, he'll stack the upper deck, maybe with snippers. Oliver, eventually, he might get reckless, but this excursion could risk numerous innocent lives. {Blinking rapidly to staunch the tears that threatened at the thought, I tipped the beer bottle back, taking another long chug.}

Oliver: [Now she was just being ridiculous. I rolled my eyes, even though I could see the wet tears shining in her eyes, unshed, but I was unaffected. Somewhat. Why did she have to cry? I hated when she cried. I sighed, shaking my head] We’re only going to stay in our seats for a certain amount of time. Every precaution is being taken. After that time, we’ll be moving to a skybox, which Yankee Stadium has gladly allowed us to replace with bulletproof glass. At our expense of course. [My phone vibrated, letting me know the car had arrived, and I stood, but doubled over with a loud curse. One of the security men walked in, and I held up a hand, shaking my head] It’s fine. I’m fine. Just...let’s go. [I pressed my hand to my side, carefully standing up, making sure I didn’t pull anything again, then slipped my phone in my pocket and looked back at Cole.] No, I’m not taking something. I hate pain pills. I’ve been drinking. I’ll be fine. [I waited for her, holding out my hand for her to take, knowing she’d realize that it was best in case there were paps out beside the gate. When she slipped it in mine, I felt better. No matter how we got along, I wasn’t alone in this. She could hate me and ignore me, that was fine, but she was here and so was I. That meant something.] They have dinner ready for us in the Skybox. Do you want to get something to snack on? [I was trying to make small talk as we walked out to the towncar, I let her slip in before me and then I settled in. When I saw the two sandwiches on the tray, I nodded.] Someone read my mind. There. [I pointed, then sat back. Traffic was going to be a nightmare, and I was glad for preferred parking. I knew she was nervous, and if I was honest, I was kind of nervous myself. One doesn’t get stabbed then not be leery of public places. But this was my life. Even before the Martinelli trial, I’d had my share of assholes and revenge attempts. This was no different. They wouldn’t keep me from my goal.] Relax. We’ve got a little while to drive.

Coletta: {Dismissed again. Awesome. Or at least mostly. Maybe I'd breathe again once we left our seats and made it to the box. I almost jumped out of my seat to help when I watched him double over in pain. He was still far worse than he'd let on and he'd been working or whatever he'd been doing while hulled up in his office, far too much. So this was a dick measuring contest...proving how unaffected he was by the stabbing, and I was the prop. I merely shrugged when he mentioned not taking anything. No skin off my back if he was suffering, and I understood his reasons for not. He was far too type A to let anything affect his mind that he didn't choose to let affect it. Jaw clenched, I pushed to my feet, and very nearly slapped his hand away when he reached for mine. Only the fact that with security in the room, the act was on, had me taking his hand instead.} I'm fine. {Was the only thing I had to say to him as we slid into the darkly tinted limo. The attempt to fill the silence with small talk told me just how nervous he was, which gave me a little comfort. Except that I didn't want to comfort or be comforted by him. Not if these scheduled appearances were the only time my existence was to be acknowledged. The fact that I was hurt by his treatment of me over the last two days told me just how far my mind had taken things after a few enjoyable interactions, and I knew I needed to shut it all down to protect myself. Tucked into the curve of the wrap around seats, I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, cheek resting on my knees as I stared out of the window. He didn't care that my heart was hammering so hard in my chest that I felt like I might stroke out. He'd scoff when we were in a crowd and I was jumping out of my skin at every loud noise. He'd roll his eyes if I told him that even now, I felt like a vice was squeezing my throat and I couldn't breathe. If I needed a reminder of how little my opinion, let alone my feelings mattered, or that I had no choices in any of this...this little excursion hit all the check marks to remind me of that.}

Oliver: [As we drove, I kept a side-eye on her. She was taking it better than I expected, really, even though just by her posture I could tell she was having a hard time. I regretted it, somewhat, but this was what we had to do. This was the game, this was the plan all along, and I couldn’t always be concerned that she was going to fall apart. It pissed me off a bit, and I reached inside my jacket pocket for my flask, taking a quick sip. Hell, I was afraid too, but you didn’t see me curled up in the corner of the limo.] Look, you’re going to have to...stop, okay? You can’t always be afraid of everything. You can’t let him win like that! [I ran my fingers through my hair, blowing out a breath. I definitely wasn’t in the mood for any cuddling or coddling, for that matter, but he had to do something or this day was never going to as planned. I leaned forward and rummaged through the cabinet under the wet bar and found an empty silver flask, and I handed it to her, then opened the cabinet all the way for her to see] Take whatever you want. Fill that up. I’ll get you a beer or two, some food, and you’ll feel better. Just...don’t cry or anything. Please. [I felt the car slowing, saw the lights even through the tint, and sat up, reaching for the whisky. I uncapped my flask and filled it up, tucking it away and checking the time on my phone.] The game starts in a half hour. We have an escort to our seats. We’re one back from the dugout, some agents in front of us, so we’re secure. I don’t know if that helps, but I hope it does. [The car stopped, and just as I was about to get out, I looked back at her, staring for a moment. I knew that without something to relax me, I was a grade A asshole. She didn’t deserve that, so I had to try to be a little better than normal.] We’re in this together. I’m not going to leave your side, I promise. If you want, there’s kevlar in the back for us, but I wasn’t sure if you would. But if it’ll make you feel safer, we can put it on. [The door opened and two plainclothes guys were on either side of the door, and I nodded, stepping out, then holding my hand out for Coletta.] We can do this, me and you, or… [and John would be pissed, but if that’s what she wanted, I’d do it.] we can blow this place and go somewhere else. It’s up to you.

Coletta: {His anger only served to stoke my own. As if I wanted to be frozen in fear like this? This wasn't me. It never had been, but the feeling that every breath I took could be my last was a little taxing. Lifting my head, my eyes narrowed in a death glare, I kept my voice low and steady.} I'm not going to ruin your plan. I told you that I can play the part. When we're not on display, I’d appreciate the chance to process things in my own mind without you barking at me, so if you could leave me the fuck alone when we're not out parading around for this bullshit, I’d really appreciate it. Oh wait. You have been, so what am I complaining about? {A derisive snort escaped as I grabbed the flask from his hand. I didn't want to be drunk, but it was better than being in my own head and it looked like my only option at the moment. Grabbing the bottle of Patron, I took a swig first, hissing at the burn from the tequila before pouring some into the flask. Capping the flask, I slid it into my back pocket before following him out of the back of the limo. His reassurances fell on deaf ears because I knew it was lip service. He didn't give a fuck about anything but proving his mightiness, and gave even less of a fuck about me. I guess if I got shot, that'd ruin his plan though. This time, I did slap his hand away before climbing out of the car. This and anywhere but safe in his home, were the last place on earth I wanted to be, right now, so his last comment had me grinding my molars, as I pulled the brim of my hat lower over my face.} Don't you dare pretend that I have any sort of a choice in any of this. It's insulting to my intelligence and yours. {Turning my back to him, I plastered the fakest smile I could muster as I addressed the plainclothes officer beside me.} Where are we sitting? I don't want to miss the line up.

Oliver: [Alright. If that’s how she wanted to play it. Fine by me. I slammed the door a bit, hearing her talk to the officer as we walked, I trailed behind and took out my cell phone, going over the headlines. We weren’t in the public eye yet, still in VIP, but soon we’d have to put on the masks and make nicey.] You know, you’re not the only one who's getting the shit end of this deal, but go ahead and fucking think it’s all about you. By the way… [I pointed ahead, seeing the entrance to the stadium, camera’s turning this way and flashes firing as I slipped my phone in my pocket and my hand into hers, trying for a smile. I wasn’t drunk enough for this. People were hollering my name, and because it was good press, I stopped in front of a nerdy looking guy. “Mr. Davidson, just three days ago you were brutally stabbed at an art gallery charity event, and now here you and Ms. Martinelli are out and about again. You’re haven’t been seen at work since the first hint of a threat. Are you up for this? Do you have concerns for safety?” I looked at Cole with all the affection I could muster right now, and I’m not even sure how it came off, but I turned back to the man and nodded.] All is well, I assure you. We’re excited to be here tonight to support the organization...well, I am… [I looked at Cole and grinned, and all the journalists chuckled] We’re taking precautions, but we’re going to live our life. Out loud. We won’t be afraid, and we won’t be intimidated. Thank you. [More questions flew at us, but I placed my hand at the small of Cole’s back, leading her through the tunnel and following close at the heels of our escorts. I stayed close by quiet, still stewing about it all. I had no idea how I was going to pull off the entire night like this. Fourth inning couldn’t get here soon enough.]

Coletta: {I wanted to cringe away from his hand when he took mine, but I couldn't. The cameras were already snapping, the pop of the flashes had my hand tightening in his. Damn this anxiety. Stone faced until he stopped to talk to them, I plastered a smile in place, tilted my head up, eyes only on him as he spoke, I put on my best doting wife impersonation. Laughing along with the old rivalry joke, I kept my smile in place and rolled my eyes. I didn't know if I'd have been able to speak if they'd wanted me to, but the thought that my father might be catching this little exchange live, stole my voice. I could see him, flipping a desk, throwing things, shooting at god knows what if there was a gun nearby...probably aiming at the image of me on the screen. I didn't even realize we’d made it to our seats until we were squeezing down the aisle to take out spots behind the dugout. That alone told me how out of it I was. I didn't do my usual top to bottom, left to right, visual scan of my surroundings. Right now, if my future killer was in the crowd, I didn't want to see them. Once seated, I kept my head angled down, face shielded by the brim of my hat as I combed my finger through my pony tail. I was fidgeting, but I couldn't help it. We were completely exposed right now, and all I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears. I wasn't going to be able to keep this up. That thought in mind, I pulled the flask from my back pocket and and chugged it before.dropping the empty tin in Oliver’s lap. With a smile that hurt to force, I finally looked his way.} How do I get a refill, counselor?

Oliver: [I slid my hand over her cheek and pulled her to me, kissing her temple. What looked like an outward show of affection was actually quite the opposite. I whispered low in her ear while I tucked the empty flask in my pocket.] The point of a flask is to be covert, darling, because alcohol is still not allowed at the stadium, only what you purchase. Furthermore, I won’t have you out here drunk off your ass. I don’t date those kinds of women. You said you could play the part, but that small little flagrant display was not the part. Now, if you can’t seem to keep your shit together for the three innings we’re going to stay down here in the seats, tell me now and I can fake a work emergency and take us right back out the same way we came. I’m not about to be embarrassed, by you or anyone else. [I lightly kissed the corner of her mouth and sat back in my seat, seething as I took out my phone. Everything ached today, and without some kind of medication, keeping my cool was next to impossible. I tried to stretch, to make it feel less tight, but that just brought on more pain, so I stopped, relaxed, and texted Peter: Are you here? He texted back right away, and I gritted my teeth. “Yup. Watching you suffer uselessly. I’ll never understand your adversion to narcotics.” I just let it go, resisting the urge to throw my phone, instead slipping it back in my jacket pocket. Just then, I saw Judge’s bit head pop over the duggout with a grin. I laughed, getting out of my seat and walking down to the railing, sticking my hand out and his big paw dwarfed mine. “Heard you got stabbed. What’s the deal? I need to come head your security?” I chuckled, shaking my head.] Nah, just some angry woman. You know how that goes. [I smirked, and he flipped me off. I turned toward Cole, then back to Judge. “Yeah? She’s the one?” I nodded, leaning against the railing. “She worth all this?” I didn’t even hesitate, nodding again.] Yeah. She is. [And she was, just not the way Judge thought. I’d put up with her for as long as it took. I might not be sane when it was all over, but that was the price I’d pay. We made small talk, I wished him luck, bumped, then I walked slowly back to my seat, sitting down gingerly, looking over at her.] Have you made your decision?

Coletta: {The little kiss to my temple sent a rock to the bottom of my stomach, the fakeness of it all making me want to bring back up the liquor I'd just drank. That compounded with the chastisements whispered in my ear had me thankful for the little bit of cover from my ball cap, as I knew my cheeks were flaming. Goddamn him, he was right on one point. The last thing I wanted to do was make a spectacle of myself for being a sloppy drunk. I was certainly acting the petulant princess part, but that wasn't what I was going to need to be today. Keeping my mouth shut, I stared at the Sox players warming up in the outfield as I tried to get my shit together and settle on my own plan of action. The liquor was at least beginning to loosen the tension that had my stomach in knots and put some awesomely bad ideas in my mind, but at least they'd be fun… When Oliver left his seat to go talk to some guy at the dugout, I leaned forward to speak between the two plain clothes officers I knew were part of our guard detail sitting in front of us.} I did a little too much pregaming in the limo, fellas. Could one of you do me a solid and run up to concessions? I'm going to need some carbs. Fries. Maybe a hotdog. Definitely peanuts. And a couple of beers for me and the big shot. {When the “WTF?” glare was aimed in my direction, I just flashed my sweetest smile and nodded, knowing eventually one would take on the chore. Sitting back when Oliver returned to his seat, I lifted the arm rest between us so that I could cuddle up against his side. I knew it was the wounded side and just maybe took some sadistic pleasure in knowing he'd be fighting not to show the pain. Nuzzling the crook of his neck, the alcohol keeping my revulsion at bay, I laid my hand on his thigh, sliding it slowly up and down, inching closer to his groin and inner thigh with each pass as I murmured by his ear.} If I'm a good girl, can I get to third base later?

Oliver: [When she pushed into my side, I bit the inside of my cheek and cursed her up one side and down the other. Little bitch knew what she was doing. But here, I couldn’t push her off. So carefully, I raised my arm and put it over her shoulder, tucking her in and leaning down to smirk at her statement. I watched her hand slide over my thigh, and I chuckled, lowering my voice as I spy the empty seat in front of us] Good choice. [I didn’t care the game she was playing, and no matter how good she was, nothing would make my dick stiff with this pain. I lifted my hips into her hand to show her that her little trick was useless. Just then, the missing seat guy came back with two fries, two hotdogs, two beers and two bags of peanuts. Before I took the huge tray, I reached down and slipped her hand off my limp dick and leaned down to nip at her ear] The security is not for concession runs.  [I passed her everything that was hers, kept its double for me, and too a long sip of beer, eyeing the security guy and motioning him to sit. The game started, and I watched passively, nausea at the pain making my stomach roll, but I kept myself in check, smiling cutely at Cole, even playfully picking at her food. The first inning was a quick turnover, and the second was looking the same, so I got up to deposit the trash in the bin, then snagged two more beers from a guy in the stands, bringing one and holding it out to Cole...just as I did, security looked back, I at them, and I thought something was wrong. I froze. But one guy smirked, shaking his head and pointing up at the big screen. There, around both Cole and I, was the heart and the word KISS flashing wildly as people began to cheer]

Cole: {If he thought I cared that he wasn't hard, he was wrong. The point was, I was playing my part. At least when the food arrived, I had something to do with my hands. I made myself eat something between huge gulps of beer, the nerves that had kept me on edge robbing me of my appetite, but at least it'd help regulate my buzz. I knew better than to try to go drink for drink with him, so I grimaced when he came back with a second beer before I'd finished my first. The back of my neck tingled when I saw him freeze, my gaze following his to the kiss cam on the big screen. Instincts had me leaning in to plant my lips over his to hide the horror my face would have shown. Whoever didn't already know we were here surely did now, including those watching at home. Namely, dear old dad. Bringing one arm over as if to move closer, I “accidentally” hit one of the beers in his hand, spilling it across his lap. Now I could break the kiss, a look of shock on my face as laughter roared around us.} Oh my God! I'm so sorry, baby! {My words and expression exaggerated so my lips could be read on the screen until the camera moved on, I dabbed a handful of napkins over his groin as I leaned in as if to hide my face from embarrassment.} Get as pissed as you want, but I needed to give us an excuse to get the fuck out of these seats. The whole fucking stadium now knows we're here and I refuse to be a sitting duck for you macho display of resilience for another second. Get me out of here or I'll do it myself.

Oliver: [I barely kept my cool, waving and kissing her once more, glad when the cam moved away from us onto the next unsuspecting couple. I didn’t even say anything, helping her up, my hand a little tighter than it should be on her arm. Security was right behind us, and up to the skyboxes we went. When we were in the elevator, I wanted to yell, to rant, but it was no use. She was right. I stood away from her, on the other side, taking long draws from my beer and half the one she spilled. The ding was a relief, and I stepped out, long strides took me down the hallway to Peter’s box, and when I walked in, I leaned heavily against the wall, and he was right there, putting his shoulder under my arm. “I got you, asshole. You’re the bane of my fucking existence, Oli. I swear.” I just kept my head down, settling down on the couch, and letting Peter put my legs up on a chair.] Peter King, Coletta Martinelli. Cole, Peter. [I laid my head back, I let the control slip, and I swallowed hard, willing myself not to throw up. Peter nodded at Cole, lifted my shirt and swore. Pointing over to the wet bar. “Fix what you want. Bring him a glass of whatever. He’s not picky. But he’s going to need new stitches and I don’t have lidocaine.” I didn’t even look down, just closing my eyes and letting my arms hang loosely.] Dim the lights up front. Less they see the better. [I undid my pants and pulled them down way below my waist and Peter came back with his bag. As he poked around, and when I winced, he muttered. “I’m going to give you an antibiotic, too. West said the procedure was done at your house. It’s a little red. Leave it to you to get a fucking infection. You know, you don’t fucking pay me enough.” I smirked, shrugging.] I don’t pay you at all. But you like borrowing my yacht, don’t you? [Peter snorted, gloving up and beginning to thread needle. “And you like my box seats. Sit still or I’m going to make it hurt more. And don’t be a bitch.” I gritted my teeth at the first pinch, letting my mind go, ready for the rest]

Coletta: {I was expecting a tongue lashing as soon as we were out of the public eye, could feel the anger radiating off of him, so when it didn't come while we were in the elevator, I eyed him warily. He must be hurting more than I had realized, a suspicion that was confirmed when I noticed the paleness of his usually tanned face and the sweat sitting his. Shit I may have even just saved him the embarrassment of passing out in our seats if he'd pushed it any further, not that I'd ever hear a thank you. Not in this lifetime. As we entered the suite, I recognized the man Oliver had spoken to at the dugout. I liked him immediately when he started giving my darling husband shit, even as he took care of him. Maybe it wasn't just me that he drove insane. Snorting at the exchanged, I nodded at the introduction, smiling despite myself now that we were out of the crowd and I could relax marginally.} Can we be best friends? He's the bane of my existence too. {Moving to the bar, I grabbed myself a bottle of water and poured Oliver a full glass of scotch. Hissing when I saw the red staining the bandage at his side, I grimaced, shaking my head.} I swear, I'll never understand the dick swinging mentality as long as I live. {Frowning as I moved to the top of the couch where his head was, I held the glass for him, bringing it to his lips.} Drink, moron. As soon as you pass out, I'm watching the rest of the game in peace. {Glancing at the doctor, friend, whoever he was, I arched a brow as he prepped the needle.} Can I pay you to make it hurt more?

Oliver: [I didn’t have to even look to tell that Peter was grinning like a fool. I drank when she put it to my lips, the burn as it went down probably the best thing I’d felt all day. When I had my voice back, the glass emptied, I spit out the words] Fuck you both. [Peter laughed.”I tried. You said you didn’t do men. I made a good case, said you screwed them all the time in the courtroom, but you still said no. Your loss. By the way, I like this one. See if you can manage not to fuck it up, alright?” I smirked, but didn’t laugh, not chill enough for that just yet. Peter regaled Cole with the time I was nearly poisoned, how I barfed in his Camero, the time I got shot in the ass, and, even though I tried, I couldn’t stop him from telling her about the time we had to play a couple to get a witness to talk. “Honey, he says he likes just the pussy, but Oliver has a fuck me look, and he doesn’t hide it. At all. And he turned that look on me...lemme tell you, asshole here can’t lie for shit. I know he liked what he saw.” Peter had a smug grin, but I was already half asleep, my voice soft as I heard him say he was done, and the alcohol had worked just as I’d hoped.] What? I told you you were good looking. Queen. [Peter poked hard at the wound, and I doubled, but he just shrugged. “That’s for her. I can imagine the shit you’ve already put her through.” I kept my eyes closed, and nobody seemed to offer to button up my pants, so I did it my damn self] Bitches. [I could hear Peter talking in the background, and I didn’t know if he was talking to Cole or someone else. I didn’t care. In about an hour, this would wear off, and I’d be fucked again. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted]

Coletta: {My grin was real for the first time in days as Peter shared some of the more salacious stories I knew I'd never had heard otherwise. It was oddly reassuring to know that someone got to see the real Oliver. Maybe he was at least part human after all. Was I crushing on the gay guy? Maybe a little. Laughing hard at the story of the gay interrogation, I shook my head.} All the good ones are always gay. {Letting out a put upon sigh, I looked down at Oliver, my smile fading as I watched him slide from consciousness. Brushing aside the blonde strands that had fallen across his forehead, I could only shake my head.} He scares the shit out of me. {Softly spoken words that meant everything and nothing, I pushed back to my feet, moving back to the bar to set down the glass and my half finished water before grabbing a bottle of beer. Holding it up, I tilted my head questioningly before grabbing a second beer when Peter nodded and setting it on the bar.} Thank you. For all of this. I don't know what you owe him to let him drag you into this mess, but for what it's worth, which probably isn't much, I appreciate it. {Sincerity showing in my expression, I nodded, taking my beer and sitting in the back corner seat of the few rows at the front of the suite. The mostly obstructed view kept me mostly shielded from onlookers, but allowed my a view of home plate, and I suddenly wished I had a score book to focus on. Countless summer afternoons and nights had been spent on my father's knee as he taught me the numbers side of the game. My love of the Red Sox was because of him. Not because he loved them, but because he taught me that if you give your loyalty to something, you stick with them, even through the tough times. As a die hard Yankees fan himself, my love for the Red Sox was a tiny bit of rebellion I dared in my youth. He respected an underdog and told me it would build character to support a bunch of losers. He even sent me Boston for the World Series years back. Taking a long swig, I picked at the bottle label as the bum in black pinstripes at the plate hit a double. I wasn't surprised that those memories didn't hurt. They nothing. I had no emotion left, no fondness to remember of my father. He wanted me dead and I wanted worse for him. That's why I was here. That's why I'd stick this out. Even if it destroyed me.}

[yeancollab]

suit every hair colour so i think thats rly cool!! noowwww back on topic,, are mx your first grouP?? if they arent ,, who were your first group and how did you discover them + mx?? another thinG!! do you mind telling me why mister wonho is your bias??? i love him a lot too but i wanna know what others think of him and its always really nice to see others talking abt their faves !! you can ramble for as much as you like!! i love reading people's love essays :-O !! i saw your nct ss never showed..

hello~ im on mobile so i cant just compile all the asks into one big ramble so im gonna answer them this ugli choppy way bc this app is hell!! anyways yes THANK U for the compliment~ 💕❤️💘💖

monsta x isn’t technically my first group, the first group i started to really care about and stan was EXO! my friend dina made me watch a bunch of EXO mvs and interviews and i started to love them. this was in summer 2016. i was like a casual stan? and i felt a bit of a disconnect bc EXO has been around for years and I felt late and i didnt love all their music. But then dina sat me down and forced me to listen to monsta x and well…

i listened to hero multiple times a day for WEEKS.. i thot it was such a banger and then i watched more MVs and i fell in love with… hyungwon!!! hyungwon was my first bias i thot he was so cute n his singing was so good.

i actually didnt connect with wonho much at first bc all i ever saw was ppl portraying him as a h*e or fuckboy or smth so i just kinda? ignored him like i figured there was more to him than that but i was content just loving hyungwon

then i watched Right Now!! i binge watched all of right now and i was like “O Fuck im in Love I Guess”

i fell for mister wonho immediately.. i was like “wow was my image of you WRONG…” i didnt start stanning him right then and there but watching Right Now really solidified my love for him.

i cant really describe what it is about wonho that makes me love him so dang much? maybe its astrology..,, him being a pisces and me being a scorpio.. we can understand each other as fellow emo water signs. idk,, how to describe it but its like.. when wonho is talking or interacting or even just quietly in the background i can Feel him. he has this aura and he wears his heart on his sleeve and you can just feel how compassionate and sweet and sensitive he is. when hes having an off day you FEEL it through the screen. when its a good day, it just shines through. he just has such a genuine energy that makes you feel so loved? ordinarily id think a famous person saying they love their fans is corny but when wonho says it he MEANS it.. he genuinely appreciates and loves us and its such an amazing feeling? he’s so open and isnt afraid to say something.. idk when i think abt my like Ideal… its always someone who can feel deeply and be there for you and thats just who wonho is!! he’s just so comforting and on another level, i want to help him too. i want to get rid of all the insecurities i know he has.. i want him to know we love him the way he is! and i joke around and im like “yea mister wonho w the skin 😋” but like obviously i know he’s more than just those silly sexy™ choreographies. hes just a well rounded person and he’s funny and kind hearted and genuine and he brightens my whole day and everything he says is from the heart and hes so BEAUTIFUL… he’s the type of person you bring home to ur mom! he’s so honest and loyal and gOOD! Pure…

uh ya i love wonho.. sorry if that was rambly i just cant describe it, it feels like a connection! like i feel similar to him but also he represents what i want to be more like.. what i like in other people.. ya

#egg anon #long post #replies