and no one would admit to it

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Cuddling with Pete

Sometimes, he just slides into your bed.

You and Pete had been roommates with (non sexytime) benefits for a couple of months now. The first time it had happened, you had stumbled home from a night at the pub, walked into the wrong bedroom, and proceeded to do your best imitation of a koala bear. He’d grumbled for a couple of minutes, before wrapping you up into a tight embrace. 

Now, it was pretty much every night, one of you was slipping into the other’s bed. You had nightmares that his arms seemed to chase away and he would never admit to craving intimacy. There’s no preferred position either, more often than not, the two of you end up cuddled with someone’s face in the other’s chest. 

When he was away for a show, he was always noticeably more surly and irritable. Trent and Tyler would often joke that you’re Pete’s comfort blanket. He’s protective and damn near possessive of you, growling or snarling at anyone who tried to encroach on HIS spot during movie nights. Pete was particularly fond of laying his head on your thighs or on your shoulders, closest to your neck. 

Good luck trying to move before he’s ready to let you. He’s prone to locking in a death grip that only gets tighter the more you squirm. You’d always get a “Stop fuckin’ movin’. ‘m tryin’ to sleep.” or a “Too comfy. You’re not going.”. He eventually lets you go with a growled “Get your ass back soon” when you have had the last straw and threaten piss your pants if he doesn’t let you go. 

anonymous asked:

14 with Pete dunne please! I'll love you forever!

14: “How can I hate someone that I’m in love with?” 

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

“You’re such a prick!” You yelled at Pete as he smirked, his thumb dragging across his lip slowly.  Pete and you always had a back and forth between the two of you, he would make a sexual joke, you would shamelessly firth back.  But sometimes you went over the line with one another, today was one of those days.  Pete had grabbed your hips and kissed you deeply, but when you went to return it he pulled away as a joke.

Shaking your head you walked away, back over to Ruby where she walked with you back to your car.  You hated to admit it, but Pete really got on your nerves, more so than he got on your good side. 

You sat on the bed with Ruby as you two did each other’s nails “so you and Dunne?” Ruby asked with a raised eyebrow watching as you carefully painted her middle finger.  “Don’t get me started” you groaned as you dipped the brush back into the black polish “it’s just, how can I hate someone I love?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.  “He bugs me so much, but I just really like him” you sighed.

“Jeg gider det ikke mere." 

Translated: I don’t want it anymore.

We met in January, at a board game café at our school. He had chatted for a bit on facebook before that, but that was the first moment we actually met. My mom tends to say that people have "illegal eyes” when their eyes are beautiful, and oh my, those eyes would get him locked up for life.

We started speaking more and more in february. On the 15th of February, my mom fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. He was the only one who asked me if I was okay and asked if I would like him to come to the hospital, so I didn’t have to be alone, even though it was two and a half ours away. 

In March, March the 1st, two days before my birthday, he told me that he had feelings for me. I knew that if we didn’t stop being together, I would get them too. 

March and April went by quickly. And I fell for him more and more, more for every time we were together. To me, he was perfect. We had our first kiss on the 24th of march. And it was perfect - it wasn’t an awkward teenage kiss. It felt amazing. 

In the end of April, he slept over. There had been a party at our school and it would be easier if he just slept at me instead of spending two hours getting home. That night we watched The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. It has been my favorite movie since the first time I watched it, and it only made it better watching it with him. When Sam and Charlie kissed in Sams room, he pulled me on top of him, kissed me on the forehead and called me beautiful and said he loved me. That was the first time I have ever believed it when someone said it to me.

Two days later, he texted me and said he didn’t have feelings anymore. 

A month later, he had been at a party. He slept here and we did stupid things we know we shouldn’t do. 

Three weeks later I was at a party and I accidentally drank alcohol, which is not ideal because of my meds. I have a huge gap in my memory.

The Monday after I got a message from him, saying that I had told two of my friends what we did. I knew I had fucked up - but I had no memory of it happening.

Last Saturday, he said he didn’t want to be friends anymore. Only say hi when we passed each other at school. I fucked up. And I still love him as much as I did the first time I kissed him. 

Not sad to see Mon-El go, but I have to admit that I do wish him all the best out there in the universe.

Maybe one day he’ll become the man we all hoped he would be coming out of the pod. I know a lot of us had high hopes that were, quite frankly, crushed and beaten into misogynistic submission.

Only time will tell.

Time, and, I’m guessing, all the fanfictions that will likely be written about his Space Adventures™.

I know I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve about that. ;)

I mean, yeah, I’m totally thrilled that SuperCorp can now rise, but in the beginning, I’ll admit he had tons of potential and I’d hate to see it wasted. Also, Chris Wood is phenomenal. :)

What's in the files!!

I’ve seen so many theories about what’s in Arias file and a lot of people keep saying the abortion plot and I will admit it makes a lot of sense.

So I’m sure the writers will go with this but I just want to know why do all of arias interesting storylines have to revolve around ezraaa?????? If this is indeed the plot they’re going with I think they missed out on a good opportunity for arias character.

I for one thought aria spending time in radley would be a lot more interesting and relevant. But idk that’s just me.

**THIS IS JUST MY OPINION PLS DONT SPAM W/ HATE** lol

Threats & Paybacks (M)

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Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Mature | Smut | sub!kook

Words: 12k of sin

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook. Art major in the University of Seoul. Passive-aggressive little shit and gamer extraordinaire. That person, with his baggy pants and ruffled, black hair, was your flatmate and, more or less, his Twitter description. Saying more or less was absolutely necessary. Amidst the kitsch aesthetics of his art twitter account, he would never say something as vulgar as passive-aggressive. Jeon Jungkook? Little shit? Jamais. He perhaps would include his Overwatch rank, or a link to his baby-blue aesthetics blog, but admit he’s annoying? Never.

Jungkook was, for everyone but you, a saint—a very, very attractive saint. 

A/N: I blame @sugajpg for this. She turned me into a monster haha BUT THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP :‘)

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Favourite Male - Kenai (sassy, racoon-butt-kicking-machine)

Angel in the Darkness (M)

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!



Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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Klance Birthday Headcanons

I don’t wanna study and I found this amazing artwork post by @marvelpumpkin so I’m making headcanons before dreamworks make lance a leo or something dumb he’s a gemini you all know it

  • lance and keith’s birthdays are on the same day but because they’ve lost track of time in space and with zarkon doing his evil no one has payed attention to what day it is
  • hunk and shiro are the first to realise their shared special day bc they’re both preparing for a birthday gift
    • of course hunk is preparing lance and shiro is doing keith
    • they go to TheSpaceMall for it in disguises (hunk barely resists going to Vrepit Sals to say hi)
    • they only realise that they’re not buying for the same person after shiro buys a boomerang knife and hunk buys a quantum powered water pistol
  • shiro and hunk get the rest of the group in on it and they decide to throw a themed birthday party
  • they divide the rest area of the castle in two and decorate each side for each of the boys; keith’s is red with MCR blasting out the speakers and mariokart whilst lance’s is blue playing carly rae jepsen and a zarkon pinata 
  • (neither of them discover it all being set up because allura implied keith was stronger than lanceand now they have to prove each other wrong)
  • at the centre of the room is a huge, custom made cake by hunk
  • one side of the cake is decorated for lance and right down the middle it changes to be decorated for keith
  • they are both completely different flavours that should not mix
  • coran closes the room for ‘jigger glout’ reasons to hide it
  • the next morning, on the boys’ birthdays, hunk tells lance he should go annoy keith by pointing out that he’s older than keith
  • and of course the above mentioned artwork happens
  • lance is horrified and orders keith be born on a different day, which no one understands but it’s clear lance is angry
  • keith is just confused because outside a cupcake and a candle with shiro his birthday has never been a big thing for him
  • lance demands birthday recompense and asks keith for a gift-keith does the same and they quite literally butt heads
  • but when lance sees the party that’s been organised he’s even more shook-HOW DARE BLACK PARADE BESMIRCH CALL ME MAYBE
  • but once he’s done being a drama queen the two of them have a good time, keith being the one to eventually break the pinata with his knife and lance kicking no one’s ass at mariokart because as much as he likes winning he likes seeing his friends happy more
  • lance and keith both turn out to love the cake, both flavours, which confuses hunk because he was certain lance would hate a carrot cake
    • keith eats carrot cake no one is happy and they all silently judge the way shiro has raised him.
    • pidge does admit that matt also likes carrot cake so shiro might have just been a horrible influence
  • a food fight occurs when allura trips lance into the remaining cake and keith gets revenge for “the birthday boy”
  • shiro makes them share gifts because there are so few until lance cuts himself on keith’s knife and keith almost detonates the entire ship with the water pistol’s firing mechanism
  • eventually lance and keith sit around talking about past birthdays on the sofas they’ve had whilst everyone else does their own thing
  • keith doesn’t have much to say but it’s not a problem-he loves listening
  • the two of them talk until the wee hours of the morning and don’t realise they’re asleep until they wake up covered in a blanket from hunk
  • the resulting fuss and complaining they make isn’t entirely genuine
  • it was the best birthday either of them have

Topaz is canonically a high-ranking gem and I honestly couldn’t be happier about that. 

To be perfectly frank, one of my least favorite ideas in the Steven Universe fandom is the idea that Homeworld is comprised of the “evil” upper crust gems and the “good” lower class gems, and the upper crust gems – or at the very least, the Diamonds – need to be shattered in order to free the lower class gems. But Topaz, who is completely unhappy with her lot in life, despite being one of the high-class gems, shows that the problem with Homeworld isn’t any one particular gem, or group of gems, but Homeworld’s society itself. A society that forces all gems into a niche. Rubies do this. Pearls do that. Aquamarines do the other. And so on, and so forth. 

But wait a minute, one might cry. Aren’t the Diamonds free of this? They’re in control, after all. They can get away with doing things that other gems can’t. On that point, I have to admit that there is a point. Blue Diamond is supposed to be a leader. But when she spends millennia mourning, all she gets is a lecture by an annoyed Yellow Diamond. Other gems might be able to slack off once or twice,  but not constantly like Blue Diamond did. But we don’t know who decided that the Diamonds were meant to be the leaders. Still, let’s assume it was all them. Let’s assume that they were the ones who set up Gem Society, and who set themselves up as the leaders of that society. 

Shattering the Diamonds would still do jack-squat to save any gems.  We can see this by observing what happened to one time that a Diamond, Pink Diamond, actually was shattered. How many gems did her shattering really free? Garnet says it was necessary for the Earth and the Crystal gems to be able to live freely. And it did give them some time of relative peace. That’s definitely something. 

I’ve seen it suggested that Pink Diamond allowed herself to be shattered so that other gems could see that it was possible to rebel against the Diamonds, and be whatever they wanted to be. But that’s silly. Let’s look at Garnet and Bismuth, for two examples. Neither one of them joined the Crystal Gems because Pink Diamond was shattered. They joined because the Crystal Gems allowed them the chance to actually be themselves

And the gem that Pink Diamond’s shattering has most greatly affected? Jasper. But instead of freeing her, it helped to drive her into becoming a self-hating person with an extremely toxic and abusive worldview. Pink Diamond’s death didn’t free her; it only imprisoned her even more. Jasper didn’t stop believing in Pink Diamond. Quite the opposite. As a martyr, Pink Diamond would forever be perfection incarnate to Jasper. Jasper’s love for her Diamond only increased in death. 

So now let’s look at the one case where we know how a gem became disillusioned with her Diamond. Peridot and Yellow Diamond. Yellow Diamond wasn’t shattered or anything like that. Rather, she revealed to Peridot that she, Yellow Diamond, was illogical and petty. With that, Peridot stopped believing in Yellow Diamond, because she believed in the image of Yellow Diamond, and Yellow Diamond did not fit into that image. 

Honestly, I think that’s what going to have to be necessary to save Homeworld. The Diamonds influence will have to be destroyed, not the gems themselves. The Diamonds will have to become, dare I say, human? They will have to show their weaknesses, show that they aren’t infallible gods. 

And it will be okay. A Diamond can be weak. A Pearl can be strong. Gems will be able to do what they do not because it’s what they were literally made for, but rather because it’s what they want to do. Because unless gems truly understand freedom and that they can be whatever they want, all shattering the Diamond will really succeed in doing in creating a power vacuum. Homeworld gems have to freed with Diamonds still alive. 

And, yes, that freedom includes the Diamonds themselves. 

How the types differ by one letter

INTJ vs ENTJ

  • INTJ: They don’t care to get to know everyone, but everyone at least knows of them
  • ENTJ: They know everyone and everyone knows them. How else would one move up the social ladder?

INTJ vs ISTJ

  • INTJ: That quiet straight-A person in class who indulges in nerdy interests in their spare time when they’re not studying
  • ISTJ: That quiet straight-A person in class who indulges in even more studying in their spare time than INTJ

INTJ vs INFJ

  • INTJ: *Is quiet and detached around someone* “Not my problem if they think I’m rude”
  • INFJ: *Is quiet and detached around someone* “OMG WHAT IF THEY THINK I DON’T LIKE THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

INTJ vs INTP

  • INTJ: Doesn’t show their caring side unless they really care about you. And I mean REALLY care
  • INTP: You’re at least a good-tier friend of theirs? Time for them to tell you about everyone they truly care about and why they do

INFJ vs ENFJ

  • INFJ: Makes friends when extroverts adopt them
  • ENFJ: Is the extrovert friend that adopts introverts

INFJ vs ISFJ

  • INFJ: Cares for you by helping you survive and advance in life
  • ISFJ: Cares for you by giving you kind words and sharing food with you

INFJ vs INFP

  • INFJ: “I know you’re just going through a phase, but I’ll still love you and support you no matter what”
  • INFP: “IT’S NOT A PHASE MOM, THIS IS WHO I AM”

ISFJ vs ESFJ

  • ISFJ: Will cuddle you in the comfort of your or their own home while you tell them what’s bothering you
  • ESFJ: Will take you on an adventure to your favourite fast food place while you tell them what’s bothering you

ISFJ vs ISTJ

  • ISFJ: Hall monitor in elementary school
  • ISTJ: Cried when they didn’t get the hall monitor position in elementary school

ISFJ vs ISFP

  • ISFJ: Saw Paul Blart: Mall Cop in 2009 and thought it was pretty good
  • ISFP: Started ironically liking Paul Blart: Mall Cop cause of Tumblr, eventually actually saw it and started unironically liking it

ISTJ vs ESTJ

  • ISTJ: Too quiet when working on a group project
  • ESTJ: Not quiet enough when working on a group project

ISTJ vs ISTP

  • ISTJ: *Shows up late to class for the first time all semester* “omg look how rebellious I am”
  • ISTP: *Shows up to class on time for the first time all semester* “omg look how responsible I am”

ISTP vs ESTP

  • ISTP: Alienates people by being too edgy
  • ESTP: Alienates people by almost landing themselves in jail and/or the hospital one too many times

ISTP vs INTP

  • ISTP: Stays up till 5 am reading articles about how to be attractive and looking at specs of expensive watches, cars, and whatever tech they’re interested in that night
  • INTP: Stays up till 5 am watching anime and reading about philosophy

ISTP vs ISFP

  • ISTP: Ironically writes sad poetry
  • ISFP: Unironically writes sad poetry

ISFP vs ESFP

  • ISFP: Has coffee running through their veins
  • ESFP: Has vodka running through their veins

ISFP vs INFP

  • ISFP: Wannabe Instagram model
  • INFP: Wannabe Tumblr model

INFP vs ENFP

  • INFP: Has a “whatever” attitude about their introversion
  • ENFP: Refers to themselves as an introvert or ambivert cause they don’t see themselves as a Basic Outgoing Extrovert™

INFP vs INTP

  • INFP: Has a selfie of themselves wearing a flower crown as their profile pic on Tumblr
  • INTP: Has a picture of an anime character or a superhero as their profile pic on Tumblr

INTP vs ENTP

  • INTP: “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if we went to Wal-Mart and shouted swear words into the PA system?”
  • ENTP: Actually goes to Wal-Mart one day and shouts swear words into the PA system

ENTP vs ESTP

  • ENTP: Shows their friends their best Batman impression while quoting lines from Batman movies
  • ESTP: Googles how long it would take to become as strong and fast as Batman and designs a workout program based around getting on Batman’s level of athleticism

ENTP vs ENFP

  • ENTP: Would work for Reddit if they could
  • ENFP: Would work for Buzzfeed if they could

ENTP vs ENTJ

  • ENTP: Either an overachiever or underachiever in anything, no in-between
  • ENTJ: Underachiever in absolutely nothing

ENFP vs ESFP

  • ENFP: Goes out dressed in thrift store clothes
  • ESFP: Goes out dressed in designer clothes

ENFP vs ENFJ

  • ENFP: *Person admits feelings to them or asks them out* “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT DO I DO”
  • ENFJ: *Admits feelings to crush / crush admits feelings to them* “I HAVE BEEN AWAITING THIS DAY FOR CENTURIES”

ESFP vs ESTP

  • ESFP: Gets awkwardly hit on at bars
  • ESTP: Awkwardly hits on people at bars

ESFP vs ESFJ

  • ESFP: “Yo let’s go dance”
  • ESFJ: “I’m not really a dancer”

ESTJ vs ENTJ

  • ESTJ: Has to resist throwing a fit when they don’t get to be the leader/boss/supervisor/alpha/top dog of something
  • ENTJ: Somehow always ends up being the leader/boss/supervisor/alpha/top dog of everything they do

ESTJ vs ESFJ

  • ESTJ: Is the person you go to when you need help getting a job
  • ESFJ: Is the person you go to when you need help texting someone you want to date and/or hook up with

ESTJ vs ESTP:

  • ESTJ: Honour roll student, multiple sport athlete, on student council and multiple school committees, volunteers and works in their spare time, has a 3-4 GPA through all of high school/college/university, lands a decent job right after graduating
  • ESTP: Puts how many Tinder matches they have and how much they can bench on their resume

ENFJ vs ESFJ

  • ENFJ: Seems slutty, is actually pretty wholesome
  • ESFJ: Seems wholesome, is actually pretty slutty

ENFJ vs ENTJ

  • ENFJ: Has thoroughly planned out future living situation, relationship, and type of social life
  • ENTJ: Has thoroughly planned out future career and how to attain it
NHL!Bitty - Pens AU

@kit923 requested NHL!Bitty playing for the Pens (@sergeantsexface seconded Pens!Bitty!) and this is a little more pre-Penguins, but it counts, right??? Takes place after the NHL hack that leaks homophobic emails. Eric is fed up with the entire league and planning to make a statement by not signing with anyone. Then this happens.

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF | Part V - Dating


It’s just another godawful luncheon, but today Jack has the added pleasure of every other donor asking Jack’s opinion about his ‘homosexual’ teammate going pro. After the third locker room joke, Jack excuses himself, desperate for air, only to find his father and Uncle Mario nursing their drinks on the club’s back patio. 

He’s about to find somewhere less conspicuous when he hears: 

“That’s not even debatable, Bittle is going to be scouted. Even if he’s just shipped down to a farm team, Bettman isn’t going to-”

Oh. Of course, Mario would be involved in all of this, he’s an owner. Jack knocks his knuckles against the railing, his manners winning out over his morbid curiosity. They stop talking abruptly, but his father visibly relaxes when he sees it’s just Jack and not another donor.

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BTS Mafia Au!

memekookonymous said: can you do one reaction about mafia!au? when s/o is bts soft spot? his princess? please. thanks

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Jin

Originally posted by jiminahhh

 He’s the type to try and hide his identity from you. He’s going to do his best to keep you away from all the gore fights and deals just so he can protect you. Just so he can come back home to you, with his bruises and cuts and have you take care of him. Lord forbid anyone thinks it’s a good idea to kidnap you (or even worse torture you) to get something out of Jin, they’re not going to survive to see the next sunrise. Jin will protect you no matter what and there’s nothing that can keep him away from his princess.


 Yoongi

Originally posted by yoonseok

Yoongi would be absolutely impeccable at hiding his feelings for you. You can see it in Jin’s eyes that he loves someone, but Yoongi would hold all thoughts about you so that he could protect you. He’d come home each day, and tell you exactly what happened because you were there to listen. He told you exactly how he felt, every time a punch hurt, or when his heart was racing so fast that he almost thought he wouldn’t make it home to see you. If anyone ever tried to even lay a finger on you, bet your money he’s already prepared. He’s already prepared to beat the bastard up who dared touch his precious princess because no matter what happens, he’s never going to loose you. 


Namjoon

Originally posted by daeguboy


He came clean to you pretty soon, telling you about all the type of work he does that you may find uncomfortable, and even if it broke him he gave you the option to run away and see him ever again. But when you quietly whispered that you’re willing to take a chance with him he knew he made the right choice to fall in love with you. He’d make sure to come home on time no matter what, and hold you tight as the both of you fall asleep. He’s three steps ahead of anyone who’d think of touching you, making sure to teach them a lesson once and for all. 


Jimin 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Outside he’d be out rampaging and breaking bones, but every time he sees you his heart would go soft. He’d take care of you so well, making you breakfast if he leaves early or even making time for dinner. Making sure no one ever gets a whiff of you, or even has thoughts about touching you, he’d eye down every guy in an almost challenging manner getting them scared to their skins. If he comes home with any noticeable bruises and you’re tending to him, he won’t admit it but his eyes tear up thinking about how lucky he is. 


Hoseok 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Hoseok would never let the world know how he felt, always preferring to remain a closed book. But with you, he could talk about anything and everything. With you, he’d be himself squealing about the little puppy onscreen or even whining for ice cream. The usual head straight, heartless, tough guy Hoseok would completely change for you. Because with you, he felt at home. He felt at home and if he ever got to know that someone was trying to take you away from him, they’re going to have to face the fires of hell. 


Taehyung

Originally posted by jjks


Words couldn’t put how much he loved you, every fleeting moment when he was away from you, he’d be thinking about you. Whether it be punching a guy straight or snooping around for some extra goods Taehyung would quietly think to himself that after a while he could be home with you. That he could be home cuddling you while watching pororo and being the childish guy he is without getting any weird stares. Everyone who works with him knows he’s head over heels for you, which might make things difficult for you, but Taehyung thinks ahead making sure there’s someone to protect you at all times. 


Jungkook 

Originally posted by nnochu


If someone even thinks of touching his princess, they can see their grave being pulled up. Jungkook would be overly protective of you, making sure you don’t hurt yourself and making the biggest fuss about nothing more than a small scratch. He loved you and he wanted to protect you. The only thing Jungkook wished for every night is to grow old with you, to be able to live life the way he wanted with the person he loves. Because coming back home after a bloody bath of fists and money all he wants to do is see you smile. See the person who’s accepted him even if he has flaws.

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Student who stabbed boyfriend may avoid jail as it would ‘damage her career’
Aspiring surgeon Lavinia Woodward admits attack but judge defers sentencing because of her ‘extraordinary’ talent
By Caroline Davies

An Oxford University student who stabbed her boyfriend with a bread knife may not go to jail because it could damage her prospects of a medical career, a court has heard.

Aspiring heart surgeon Lavinia Woodward, 24, punched and stabbed her boyfriend during an alcohol-and-drug-fuelled row at Christ Church College. She admitted unlawfully wounding the Cambridge University student, who she met on the dating app Tinder.

Judge Ian Pringle QC, sitting at Oxford crown court, said he would take an “exceptional” course and defer sentence for four months, hinting that Woodward will not be jailed because of her talent. “It seems to me that if this was a one-off, a complete one-off, to prevent this extraordinary able young lady from not following her long-held desire to enter the profession she wishes to would be a sentence which would be too severe,” he said.

“What you did will never, I know, leave you, but it was pretty awful, and normally it would attract a custodial sentence, whether it is immediate or suspended,” he said.

Woodward, who lives in Milan, Italy, with her mother, stabbed her then-boyfriend in the leg after punching him in the face. She then hurled a laptop, glass and jam jar at him during the attack on 30 September last year, the court heard. She was in court to hear the judge’s comments.

The court was told that Christ Church would allow her to return in October because she “is that bright” and has had articles published in medical journals.

Mitigating, James Sturman QC said his client’s dreams of becoming a surgeon were “almost impossible” as her conviction would have to be disclosed. She had had a very troubled life and was abused by a previous boyfriend, he said.

You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend: Part 3

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“Out!”

It’s the first thing Y/n wakes up to, Savannah’s outraged voice echoing along the walls of Y/n’s bedroom.

Y/n groans, squinting her eyes open at the sudden movement of her bed shaking wildly.

Savannah’s pulling the stranger out of Y/n’s bed, her merciless hands continuously pushing him out the bedroom door. He’s half awake, his slumberous daze making him scramble as he attempts to throw his clothes back on.

“Fuckin’ Jesus” the unknown man grumbles, his eyes still half closed from the immense amount of alcohol he consumed the previous night.

Savannah remains relentless, despite his attempt to get fully dressed. He even falls at one point, when he hops on one foot to get his leg through his jeans, but she doesn’t stop for a second.

You, get out of here!” she demands, her hand giving him one last shove out the door before she slams it shut.

Y/n groans again, her sensitivity to anything other than complete darkness and silence making her throw the duvets over her head and bury her face in her pillow. She’s well aware that she has to embrace the very few seconds she has of total peace and quiet before Savannah begins to lecture her for the irresponsibility she just walked into.

She’s only able to reunite with darkness for a split second before Savannah pulls the covers completely off of her, bringing her back into the horrifying sunlight.

Y/n falls off the bed, letting out a groan as her still slightly intoxicated body makes contact with the wooden floor. Her hungover state is making it nearly impossible to figure out the chaos unraveling in the room; all she can really understand is the pounding in her head and the burning in her eyes every time she exposes them from their lids.

She rolls over onto her back, huffing as her fingers dig into her eyelids. She coughs, her abrupt movements making her stomach flip with every turn she makes. She’s given no time to recover before Savannah rips her arms away from her face, gripping onto her wrists as she pulls Y/n off of the floor.

“What the fuck is going on here, Y/n?!” Savannah yells, eyes glaring at Y/n’s very, very hungover stance.

Y/n nearly trips over her own two feet as she attempts to balance herself after Savannah harshly pulled her up from her collapsed figure. If she had the capability to answer back, she would have, but she’s still fucked up from last night and can barely stomach the sunlight seeping in from the curtains.

“Is this what you’ve been up to?!” Savannah spits, angry laughter tying into her words, “Is this the kind of shit you’ve been doing while cutting everyone off?! Sleeping with random guys?!”

The last thing Savannah expected to see was Y/n in bed with a half-naked man and empty bottles of alcohol scattered across her bedroom floor. It was extremely rare for Y/n to carelessly consume alcohol and have consistent one night stands. Savannah’s witnessed her go through these phases only a handful of times throughout their friendship, all of which stemmed from Y/n’s toxic intolerance of being alone.

She should have seen this coming, though. After finding out she’s been in a relationship with someone Y/n was in love with, the first thing she should have done was check up on her. But there was so much fear holding her back, so much guilt preventing her from confronting her about it.

She wouldn’t know exactly what to say, or how to say it, without making it sound like she was the shittiest friend in the world. She had a feeling Y/n had feelings for Harry, considering she had mentioned him a plethora of times once she met him.

And Savannah still took it upon herself to date Harry, for her own selfish reasons. She never thought that it was the potential reason Y/n was so distant. That thought was the last one in the back of her head, completely throwing her off guard when she found out.

She’s tried to reach out to her multiple times, only to be deliberately ignored and shut down. After a while, she figured all Y/n wanted was space, so she stopped trying for a couple days.

But nothing stopped Harry. He’d spend hours knocking on her front door, on his knees, begging for her to speak to him. He’d call her when he wasn’t near her, because he had driven himself crazy knowing he never told Y/n what he needed to tell her so urgently.

Y/n knew—she knew just how much effort he was putting into seeing her again. She heard him, every day, through her front door, but she never knew what to do. The constant fear that Harry didn’t feel the same way back was all the convincing she needed to never speak to him again.

There’s only so much her heart could break, and she didn’t know how many more times it could before she finally snapped.

Y/n grips her head as she squints her eyes shut, hissing at the throbbing in her head when Savannah’s voice booms throughout the room. The overwhelming migraine taking over Y/n’s head practically forces her to sit on the edge of her bed, the palm of her hands still digging into her eyes.

“Not cutting anyone off,” Y/n mumbles, grumbling when she opens her eyes properly to look at Savannah, “I’m just adjusting.”

It isn’t a lie. Her intention wasn’t to ignore them, not at all. But as time went on, the more her emotions started becoming fragile; one wrong sight would have made her break.

And as stupid as it sounds, having sex was the only time she felt wanted after Harry and Savannah started dating. Even if it was in a drunken state, even if it was just purely for physical pleasure, the hours spent with random men were the only moments she felt purpose.

It was also her biggest distraction. Having one night stands was her emotional outlet, her way of letting out all of her emotions without actually doing so. It sure as hell was better than being alone—anything was.

Savannah sighs, shaking her head softly as she kneels eye level to her. She’d never seen her like this before, so lost and broken. She would have lectured her further if she wanted to because she had every right to smack some sense into her. But after all this time, after all the pain she could only imagine Y/n going through, could she really do that to her? Could she really blame her for doing this to herself?

“Y/n,” she rubs her legs, “I have been the shittiest, most horrible friend to you. I was so selfish and so inconsiderate, and I don’t blame you for not speaking to me these past couple days. But, Y/n, this—” her hands gesture around the horrendous state of her bedroom, “this isn’t adjusting. Having drunk sex isn’t going to rid your feelings for Harry. You’re suppressing your emotions, you’re running away. That’s what you’re doing.”

Y/n’s lips begin to quiver as her eyes well with tears; the first time she’s truly cried since the night she saw Harry at Lexi’s. Savannah feels somewhat relieved when she sees the tears falling from Y/n’s eyes. It isn’t a familiar sight to see, but it shows her that she’s actually accepting what she’s been hiding all along.

“You have to talk to me. I don’t care if you yell at me, Y/n. I don’t care what you do to me, but you have to talk to me. You have to show me something. I can’t be hearing about your feelings from Harry, that’s not fair for anyone.”

“What was I supposed to say?” Y/n whispers, her words breaking beneath cries she so desperately wishes she could stop.

But there’s no going back now. The alcohol is still running in her system and she’s reacting instinctively. There is nothing holding her back, not now.

“How was I supposed to tell him that I was in love with him when I knew he didn’t feel the same way? And how was I supposed to tell you anything about him when I knew this would end up happening anyways?! And what was I supposed to say to the both of you when you both decided to take it upon yourselves to flirt in front of me?!

By now, Y/n’s blood is starting to boil. The words coming out of her mouth are laced with venom, her sudden shift in mood making Savannah swallow thickly. But everything in her is operating a million miles an hour, her words coming out faster than her brain can register. She doesn’t even remember standing up from the bed while she paces around her bedroom, empty bottles rolling around the wooden floor.

“Because no matter what I would have done, it would have ended the same! The way it always does, Savannah! The way it always ends with you getting what I want, even if I want it more—“

“Y/n—"

“Even if I need it! You still get it!”

The harshness in her voice is replaced by violent cries, her words drowned in uncontrollable sobs.

The pain is all over. Everything she’s attempted to numb is now all hitting her at once. All the loneliness, all the anger, all the hurt she’s been burying is now reaching the surface. She can barely breathe, all of the emotions suffocating her, squeezing against her throat.

Savannah is quick to embrace her shaken body, shushing her as her hands rub up and down her back.

A part of her always knew she was the reason Y/n’s love life was barely existent. Although Y/n never admitted it, she drops hints at it every so often. She did notice how all of Y/n’s high school crushes ended up liking her instead, and did notice how whenever Y/n tried to date, she would barely mention them to her. It was as if she was hiding them from her, completely intimidated that Savannah would take away her only chance at a relationship.

And Savannah can’t shake the horrible feeling she has when Y/n admits all of it to her.

Y/n buries her face in her shoulder, her tears soaking through her t-shirt. She wishes she could hold a grudge against Savannah, but she doesn’t have the heart to blame her for anything that’s happened. Everything is because of Y/n, everything happening is because of her fear of emotions and every bit of her has no one else to blame.

“I need him.” Y/n sobs into her shoulder, her hands tugging at the ends of her shirt for some sort of release.

“I need him so much. And I hate it—I hate that I do so m—much.”

“Oh, Y/n.” Savannah kisses her temple, holding her higher against her.

She knows how much Y/n needs him, and knows now more than ever. She was her happiest when she first met him, she was almost an entirely different person. But now, after everything that’s happened, Savannah has never seen her more of a wreck than she is in this moment.

“Let’s sit you down, you need to breathe.”

Y/n whimpers as she’s placed back on the bed, Savannah reminding her to breathe every couple of seconds. She looks at Y/n with sadness in her eyes, comforting her whenever she needs it most.  

“He needs you, too, you know.” Savannah sighs, shaking her head as she takes Y/n’s fidgeting hands into hers.

“I never noticed it until you distanced yourself from us. He didn’t open up to me the way he should have, never talked to me the way he had with you. When I asked him about it—asked him why he wasn’t communicating with me properly, he always mentioned you.”

Y/n flutters her eyes shut, pursing her lips with the slight possibility that Harry may actually feel the same way towards her. There was always a part of her that fully believed the only reason he’s tried so hard to reach her was because he felt guilty for hurting her so much.

But knowing that there’s a chance in Harry reciprocating feelings gives Y/n an overwhelming sensation she’s ever experienced before. It’s the first time in a while there’s a particular type of warmth in her chest, and she swears she begins to tear up from the bit of happiness she’s been missing.

“He would tell me that you were the only one he truly felt comfortable around. Even confessed you were the only one he’d ever be able to talk to, even if we were in a relationship. He was going absolutely mental.”

Savannah sweeps the pad of her thumb under Y/n’s eye, catching the few extra tears that are overflowing. She smiles weakly at her in reassurance, raking her knotted hair between her fingers.

“No matter how much he claimed to like me, he loved you. He’ll always love you. And even when he was completely oblivious, I know now that, deep down, he was always yours. He was never really mine, no matter how much we all thought differently.”

Y/n nods slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips when she hears Savannah’s words. It’s the first sense of hope she’s felt in a while, and it almost completely rids the pain. Almost.

“I’m sorry for ruining your relationship, though. I kind of feel like this is all my fault.”

Savannah laughs softly, finding it almost completely unbelievable that Y/n always finds a way to apologize, even when things aren’t her fault.

“Are you serious, Y/n? Nobody, including me, can love that man half as much as you do. I ruined your relationship. You barely had anything to ruin.”

She runs her hands through Y/n’s hair one last time before patting her shoulder, a smirk growing on her face as she stands up from her kneeling position.

“Now, up you go. I believe you have to talk to someone who’s been dying to see you.”


It’s when Y/n is about to walk out of her door, freshly showered with a new change of clothes, ready to face Harry when she realizes she never said it.

She never fully told Harry she loves him, not when he was conscious, at least. She had felt it for so long, it has taken over her for so long, yet she never told him how she felt. It almost makes her wonder if it’s the reason why he’s been trying so hard for her.

He needs to hear her say it.

“It’s not hard.” She mumbles to herself as she unlocks her front door.

“Not hard, I just have to fucking sa—”

“Y/n!” Harry breathes out, springing from his position on the ground up to his feet.

He twitches when he instinctively brings his hand up to reach for her, but he holds himself back. He isn’t quite sure how far he’ll allow her to go, but if it were up to him, every part of her would be against him. Every single part.

She sucks in a breath, not expecting to see him waiting on her doorstep, and certainly not expecting him to seem so relieved to see her.

“H—Harry,” she whispers hesitantly, “what are you—“

“I’m sorry!” He stutters, interrupting her before she has a chance to finish asking her question.

“I know how inappropriate it is of me to just sit on your doorstep so unexpectedly but I knew Savannah was coming and I thought that maybe this would be the only time I’d get to see you and I was going to come in but some guy came running out of here and I didn’t want to get in between your time with Savannah so I just figured I’d wait until you came back out but I wasn’t sure if you ever would so I just figured I'd—“

He stops rambling when he feels Y/n’s hand on his cheek, her eyes looking at him with so much tenderness he swears his heart melts.

“Catch your breath, Harry.” She mumbles, rubbing her thumb along his cheek, “Just take a breath.”

He inhales sharply as he closes his eyes, turning his head so that her hand is against his lips. He kisses her palm softly before she moves it to play with his unbrushed hair.

His eyes flutter shut at her touch, his body almost completely melting into her. He feels his weakest now more than ever, and he’s never been more relieved to be this close to her again.

“Who was he, Y/n?” he whispers.

“The guy, who ran out of here, who was he?“

As much of a coward as it makes him, the thought of her in bed with someone else physically and mentally pains him more so than he’s ever expected. His head swims with thoughts of her naked, trembling, crying as she devotes her love to some other man, and the more he thinks about it, the more sick his stomach feels.

“Have I been trying for nothing? Have I been wasting my time?”

How could you ever doubt my love for you? is the first thought that comes to her. How could you ever question how much I love you?

Instead of saying the words right at the tip of her tongue, her eyes crease inward, slightly shaking her head as she scrapes her fingertips delicately against his scalp.

“I don’t know, Harry.” she whispers honestly, “I don’t know who he is.”

He nods softly, but nothing in her answer reassures him. He knows there is no other explanation for a guy to run out of her house at nine in the morning without a shirt on.

“May I come in? Wanna talk.” He asks tentatively.

“Of course you can.”

Silence falls between them as they both claim spots on opposite sides of the room. 

There’s a tension in the room they both can’t seem to shake, an unaddressed barrier between them making it nearly impossible to find an appropriate way to start a conversation.

Harry’s the first one to break the silence, however, after a few minutes past of each of them refusing to make any eye contact with each other. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

The question caught Y/n’s attention quickly, her head that was once resting in the palm of her hand now up on its own, a small “hm?” parting past her lips.

She’s acting dumb even though she knows exactly what he’s talking about. She just isn’t prepared to answer him, not in the way he wants her to.

“That you’re in love with me. Were you ever going to tell me?”

She shrugs, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she tears her gaze away from his. She isn’t used to confrontation, especially when it involves her emotions. It’s one of her weaknesses, but there’s absolutely no way around this one. Even if there was, she wouldn’t have the audacity to take it. He deserves to know—everything this time.

“I told you before.”

Harry’s jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as he looks at her from across the room. No, he may have been oblivious about her feelings in the beginning, but he sure as hell would never have forgotten it if she told him how she felt.

“Bullshit!” He scoffs. “You didn’t tell me shit! We wouldn’t be here right now if you had told me!”

She sighs, her cheek laying right back down in the palm of her hand, almost as if shying away from him.

“Well, it’s just—you were sleeping.”

Harry stands from his place on the couch, face scrunching in aggravation as his hands rub up and down his face.

“You’re kidding me, right? You have to be fucking kidding me right now!”

His fingers harshly grip the roots of his hair before stomping is way towards her. If he doesn’t get any answers out of her, he swears he’ll lose his goddamn mind.

His hands grip the sides of her face, squeezing her jaw between his hands as he looks at her bewildered.

“I need answers, Y/n. I don’t think you understand how many fucking answers I need right now.”

He speaks through clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, frustration boiling in his blood as she gives him the outright most ambiguous and outrageous answers he’s ever heard in his life.

Y/n places her hands on top of his, her fingernails digging gently into his skin. Despite the harshness of his stare, this is the first time she’s seen him in weeks, and she still finds him to be the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen.

“It was the night after I drove you back from Lexi’s, when you and Savannah were kind of going through that rough patch.”

He falls to his knees in between her legs, an almost unnoticeable smile tugging at his lips from the memories of that night. Because although Savannah had left him by himself, he had a night with Y/n that changed him forever.

"You fell asleep on me, after you told me you were still going to fight for her. That was probably one of the worst things you could have said to me, but you didn’t know, and I was angry at myself for not telling you sooner. I didn’t know how else to tell you unless you were—you were sleeping.”

His hand reaches up to her lips, his thumb tracing along the outlines of her mouth once she’s done speaking. No matter how much she confuses him, and no matter how fucking angry she makes him, he wouldn’t want to be staring at anybody else right now.

“I loved you then, too” he whispers, “I didn’t know it. I didn’t know anything until you left me. I knew you meant everything to me, I knew you were the only one I trusted so deeply. But the second I lost you, I felt empty.”

He presses his forehead against her collar bones, her heart beating quickly against his neck. She sighs, her fingers intertwining with his against her lap as her hips slide more towards the edge, her knees supporting the sides of his chest.

“Didn’t matter that I had Savannah. She was lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she wasn’t you. I tried so hard to make myself believe I was just missing you as a friend, but there was nothing that convinced me.”

His tearful eyes looked into hers, both chuckling slightly at their current state. They’re both crying, both their hearts racing in their chests. If someone were to tell them now that there’s a feeling even remotely close to how beautiful they feel now, together, they wouldn’t have believed it for a second.

Y/n wipes away the loose tears on his cheeks while she sniffles, giggling softly at how stupid they probably look.

“I’ve always loved you, Harry,” she whispers, “there’ll never be a time that I stop. No matter how hard I try, my love for you is stronger.”

It’s when the words fall from her lips that Harry realizes all he needed was for her to hear her say it. Her voice is so sweet as she says it, too, and her eyes leave no trace out doubt when she looks into him.

He tries to hold back the irresistible urge to kiss her, but it’s completely impossible. His lips press feverishly against hers, both of them releasing moans at just how right it feels to be kissing one another. Their kiss isn’t the slightest bit romantic. It’s harsh, it’s desperate, it’s messy but it’s just what they need.

Harry crawls on top of her, his hands on every part of her they can touch. He groans when he feels her nails scratch down his back, leaving her giggling underneath him.

“Mine.” He growls, his thumb putting pressure right underneath her chin.

He admires her face, the glorious look of her swollen lips, wet eyes, and pink cheeks. It’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. A soft whimper leaves her lips, craving nothing more than to feel his lips against hers again.

“These lips are mine. All of you—all of you is mine. No other fucking wanker gets you the way I do.”

She smirks, her eyes half-lidded.

“‘m not allowed to sleep with random guys but you’re allowed to fuck my best friend?”

He presses his lips against her again, his hands brushing loose strands of hair away from her face as he does so.

“Never fucked her,” He mumbles against her lips, “couldn’t get you off my mind.”

Y/n rolls over so that she’s on top of Harry, her legs on either side of his waist as her hands roam his chest through his t-shirt. He looks priceless like this, weak and breathless underneath her as her hands grip the sides of his face.

“The prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

He blushes, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he sends her the biggest grin she’s ever seen on him. His eyes are full of love, too, and Y/n swears every breath she had the chance to take has been knocked right out of her.

“Nobody makes me feel the way you do, Y/n. Nobody.

Twenty things I’ve learned in Twenty Years

1. Life will break you down until you’re crawling on your hands and knees, until you feel like you are Atlas holding the world upon your shoulders, until you feel like the raging inferno inside of your chest is going to combust. These are the moments that will forge you in a fire and make you more unbreakable than diamonds.

2. We are made of stardust, at least that’s what they say. I remember someone told me that every atom in my body once belonged to a star that exploded. At night I stare at my hands and wonder when I will erupt. I know now that I cannot trust anyone else to keep me whole in the darkest hours of the night but my own two star infused arms.

3. You will fall in love, and that is okay. Sometimes we need to fall in love to remember that there is good out there. Fall in love with the boy who opens the door for you, fall in love with your boss who works too hard, fall in love with the woman who hands out roses on that one street corner, fall in love with yourself.

4. They weren’t lying when they said we accept the love we think we deserve. I grew up being told I was a mistake and so I adopted the idea that no one could ever love a mistake. I was wrong (they were wrong) and now it’s up to me to prove them wrong. Don’t believe the things they said, you are so much more than the toxins they tried to poison you with.

5. Close your eyes, count to ten, and open them again. You are not alone. I know it may feel like you are the only one, but believe me when I say that you aren’t. I was where you are, and now I have talked to more people that have been through much worse than I than I would like to admit to. You are never alone, not really.

6. Music can save. Play it as loud as you can with the windows down as you drive (probably a little too fast). Play it while you are at work and while you are in the shower and play it when you want to give up in the middle of the day and when you want to give up in the middle of the night. Just play the music that tugs at your heartstrings, it may save you.

7. Nothing in life is easy, not really. You will catch a few breaks here and there, but the rest of the time you will find yourself fighting tooth and nail to make it back to the top. Don’t give up, I almost did this year and if I had I wouldn’t be able to witness what the sun looks like shining in her eyes.

8. You will have scars, and that’s fine. We all have them but it’s up to you if you want to hide them or show your battle wounds to the world so they know how strong of a warrior you are, so they know not to fuck with you.

9. Watch the sunrise, and watch the sunset. There is something about the sun that screams life; let the light bleed into you and consume you until you shine with it. Sometimes it’s the simple things we are missing in life that we need the most.

10. They will say they love you and then they will turn around and break your heart. You cannot compare your life’s worth to the empty spaces that were once filled around you. People will leave (willing or not) and life will go on. Let life go on.

11. If you are under the impression you are broken, then it is up to you to decide if you are or not. It took me years to admit that I was never quite whole, but when I did it was the most freeing feeling ever. Brokenness does not take away from perfection, and you are the very definition of perfect.

12. It’s okay to let people in, you don’t need to cage yourself away from the rest of the world, don’t forget to live your life while you pursue safeness.

13. Hobbies will save you when all else fails you, find a hobby and stick to it. When the world feels all too loud, a hobby can make you go deaf.

14. The moment you realize Wonder Woman or any other superhero you idolized as a child is not going to swoop down and save you is when your life changes. You have to be your own hero in this world. Stop waiting for someone to save you and go save yourself.

15. They are gone, she took her own life and he died in a car crash and she died from cancer and he left. You cannot live your life counting how many people that held a piece of your heart vanished, I’m not saying to forget about them I’m just saying that it’s okay to say goodbye.  

16. It’s okay to cry; cry in the shower and in bed and in your car, being sad is okay as long as you don’t let it consume you.

17. Smile as much as you can even on the bad days.

18. For God’s sake, don’t let them ruin you. You are so strong, you’ve made it this far and that means you can make it another day. If you can get through today you can get through tomorrow and every day that follows. If you feel like you can’t get through the day then sit down and don’t move until the light is peaking in through your window.

19. Never say never. If you think you can’t do something try anyway, this is your life, you are the main character of your own story, but you are also the author of your story. Write it however you want, but don’t give up halfway through.

20. Just don’t take your life. While this is something I learned this year I’m also writing this as a reminder to myself and to you. Don’t do it, please. There can be more to life then what you are feeling right now, don’t rob yourself of the beauty of this world. Don’t give up, no matter how much it hurts.
—  An open letter to myself, and to you. (Sometimes I write until I run out of words) ALightLitInTheDark
170513 EXO-L Japan EXO CHANNEL ‘Double Cup’ Day II Fanaccounts

- Suho said he’ll like to be Kai for a day because his legs are sexy. He is jealous because Kai’s body looks good in anything.
- Kai would like to switch places and be D.O. for a day because of his nice voice.
- The teams are: (Purple) Kai, Suho, Chen, and Sehun & (Blue) Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Xiumin, and D.O today.
- There is an eating game where they compare which banana (A or B) is more expensive by tasting it. Kai was looking at the cheap banana at the end of the game and said, “Though you’re not expensive, you’re sweeter and delicious.”
- Another game was to get a ball into a goal. Kai thought of a smart way to win by taking off his jacket, collecting multiple balls with the jacket, and then aiming for the goal. His team won! (He called himself a genius because of this multiple times…)
- After his team lost the 1st game, Kai said “it’s okay, it’s okay to cheat.”
- Q: If you have a long holiday, which member you wanna spend it with?
KAI: D.O. because he knows a lot of restaurants with good food.

Part II
Ment: Hello, it’s EXO’s KAI! Everyone, I’m Kai. It’s been a long time, it’s been a long time. Today I’ll make a lot of good memories with you all. I’m very nervous now but with this in mind, I’ll give everyone all my heart. Kai Kokoro Open Mind!
- The teams for the part two are: (Purple) Kai, D.O, Chanyeol and Xiumin & (Blue) Baekhyun, Sehun, Chen and Suho
- Chen and Sehun picked Kai for “In a hard situation to say ‘no’, who would say it firmly?”
- During the game, Jongin ran away and when Chanyeol was about to catch him, he knelt down.
- Purple team got 311 points while the Blue one got 200. Jongin admitted he cheated and asked to deduct 30 points.