#Boy I’m js recognizing art

[ratatasticalnoah3]

May not be a lesbian but I’ll always jam out to this song as if it were my national anthem

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[theodorenmyth]

Jealous/possessive mattheo x m/gn reader, mattheo who hates it when you talk to others, always suddenly joining in on your conversations with them but doing absolutely nothing but holding your hand/waist, or even saying smt like "wannna go, pretty boy?" He hates hates HATES it when you talk to other guys, even talking about them makes him mad and he's all like "you know other men?", in irder to combat this he decorates you with bracelets and necklaces he buys for you... but sometimes when his whining and bitching is too much you js card your fingers through his hair, going in for a kiss but always a breath away from actually kissing him... just to make him behave

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. OF COURSE!

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Possesive Whispers.

Pairings : Mattheo Riddle x M! Reader Summary : Mattheo's jealousy knows no bounds, he finds solace in marking his territory and demanding your undivided attention. As you navigate his possessiveness, you learn the subtle art of taming his fiery temper, leaving him craving more than just your presence. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : nothing Word count : 1.3k+

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood in the crowded corridor, engaging in casual conversation with a friend. The laughter you shared seemed to echo off the stone walls of Hogwarts, your voice mingling with the chatter of other students. You were in mid-sentence when you felt it – the familiar warmth of a hand slipping around your waist, fingers possessively curling against your side. You didn’t even need to turn your head to know who it was.

"Hey," Mattheo murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he pulled you closer, his body radiating heat against your back.

Your friend, seemingly unbothered, smiled and waved before taking their leave, clearly recognizing the dynamic at play. You sighed softly, turning your head to look at Mattheo, who was now glaring at the retreating figure.

“Do you have to do that every time?” you asked, a hint of exasperation in your voice.

Mattheo’s dark eyes snapped to yours, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “Yes,” he replied curtly, his jaw set in that stubborn way you’d come to both love and find infuriating. “I don’t like it when you talk to other guys.”

“You don’t like it when I talk to anyone,” you countered, raising an eyebrow.

He huffed, his eyes narrowing. “Can you blame me?” His voice dropped to a low growl. “You’re mine.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Mattheo, you know other people exist, right?”

He let out a frustrated noise, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “You know other men?” he shot back, his tone dripping with disdain.

You laughed, leaning into his touch despite your irritation. “Yes, Mattheo. I know other men. Doesn’t mean I’m interested in them.”

His expression softened slightly at your words, but the jealousy in his eyes didn’t entirely disappear. “I don’t like it,” he mumbled, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“And they do,” you assured him, resting your hand on his chest. “But you don’t have to be so… possessive.”

His eyes flashed with something unreadable, and before you could react, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment. “I just love you,” he whispered, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.

Your heart melted at his words, and you couldn’t stay mad at him. Not when he looked at you like that. “I love you too,” you said softly, your fingers tracing circles on his chest.

He pulled back slightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he opened it to reveal a delicate bracelet, glinting in the light. “For you,” he said, his voice still soft. “So everyone knows.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he fastened the bracelet around your wrist, his fingers lingering on your skin. “You spoil me,” you murmured, admiring the piece of jewelry.

“Only because you deserve it,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your wrist before letting go.

The days passed, and Mattheo’s possessiveness didn’t wane. If anything, it seemed to intensify. He would appear out of nowhere whenever you were talking to someone else, his hand immediately finding yours or wrapping around your waist. His presence was a constant, silent reminder to everyone around you that you were his.

You didn’t mind the attention, really. But sometimes, his jealousy was suffocating. Like now, for instance.

You were sitting in the common room, chatting with a classmate about a recent Potions assignment. Mattheo was across the room, his eyes never leaving you. You could feel his gaze burning into you, and you knew he was getting agitated.

As your classmate continued talking, Mattheo suddenly appeared beside you, his arm slipping around your shoulders. He didn’t say anything, just sat there, holding you close.

“Hey, Mattheo,” your classmate greeted him, unfazed. “We were just talking about the Potions essay. Do you need help with it too?”

Mattheo didn’t respond, his eyes locked on you. “Wanna go, pretty boy?” he muttered, his tone more a statement than a question.

You sighed, knowing this was his way of asserting his claim. “We’ll catch up later,” you told your classmate, who nodded understandingly and walked away.

“Mattheo, you can’t just scare off everyone I talk to,” you said, turning to face him.

He glared at you, his grip on your shoulders tightening. “I don’t trust them,” he said bluntly.

“Do you trust me?” you asked, your voice softer now.

He hesitated, then nodded. “Of course I do. It’s them I don’t trust.”

You reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, knowing it would calm him down. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “You don’t have to worry,” you murmured, your lips just a breath away from his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes opened, dark and intense. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you whispered, your fingers continuing to card through his hair.

He leaned in, his lips almost touching yours, but you pulled back slightly, teasing him. “Behave,” you said softly, a smile playing at your lips.

He groaned, his hands slipping to your waist, pulling you closer. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, but his tone was lighter now, less possessive.

“Good,” you replied, your voice teasing. “Maybe it’ll make you think twice before getting all jealous.”

He huffed but didn’t argue, instead pressing a kiss to your neck, right where your pulse beat strongest. “Fine,” he conceded, his breath warm against your skin. “But don’t think I won’t be watching.”

You laughed, the sound mingling with the crackle of the common room fire. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

As the days turned into weeks, Mattheo’s possessiveness remained a constant in your relationship, but you found ways to manage it. You wore the bracelets and necklaces he bought for you, understanding that they were his way of marking you as his. And whenever his jealousy got the better of him, you would card your fingers through his hair, whispering soothing words until he relaxed.

One evening, as you sat together in the common room, you decided to push his limits a bit. You were talking to another student, a guy from Ravenclaw, about a recent Quidditch match. Mattheo, as usual, was watching from a distance, his eyes never leaving you.

The conversation was innocent enough, but you could see Mattheo getting more and more agitated. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up, crossing the room in a few quick strides, and inserted himself between you and the other guy.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

The Ravenclaw guy raised his hands in surrender, backing away. “No problem, man. Just talking.”

You sighed, standing up and placing a hand on Mattheo’s chest. “You need to chill,” you said softly, but firmly.

He looked down at you, his eyes still dark with jealousy. “I don’t like it,” he repeated, his voice tight.

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “I know,” you said softly. “But you have to trust me.”

He sighed, some of the tension leaving his body as he leaned into your touch. “I do trust you,” he murmured.

“Then show it,” you replied, your fingers threading through his hair. “Stop getting so worked up every time I talk to someone else.”

He groaned, but nodded. “I’ll try,” he said, though you could tell it would be a struggle for him.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “That’s all I ask.”

Over time, Mattheo learned to control his jealousy, though it never completely went away. He still watched you like a hawk whenever you talked to other guys, but he no longer intervened as aggressively. And whenever he felt the jealousy rising, he would find you, seeking out your touch and the reassurance he needed.

It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it worked for the two of you. You loved Mattheo, possessiveness and all, and he loved you with an intensity that sometimes took your breath away. And as long as you had each other, you knew you could handle anything.

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[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

ONCE UPON A TIME (Destiel Soulmates AU)

Once Upon A Time, there was a Universe where a soulmate developed a streak of hair, the color of the hair of their soulmate, at the age of eighteen. And, once, in such a Universe;

***

John Winchester begun the search for his older son, right after he'd got Sam settled in the car peacefully, with a bunch of crayons. He searched for the eight year old in all the places he could think of - the hotel room, the terrace, and the garden. John figured that Dean must have disappeared when he'd been in the middle of quieting Sam down from his childish tantrum about not wanting to leave Colorado since 'Sully wouldn't know where to find me later!' - but where he was now was something even the hunter couldn't figure.

He wondered, for a passing moment, if Dean might have went off to his new friend's place. He was getting too attached to the 'Cas' kid, who lived near Radio Shack, with too big and nosy a family for their good. He scoffed; he'd have to make sure hunts lasted less, now. Didn't exactly fancy the idea of his son buddy-ing up a weirdo, in every town.

***

"You can't really be going away, Dean." Castiel looked Dean up and down, and declared, with a crease forming in the middle of his eyebrows as Dean rolled his eyes at him.

His pre-pubescent voice was thin, but didn't hide the annoyance the boy felt. "Stop saying that, Cas! I am - I really am!"

"But, you can't be!" Castiel's smile drooped. "Dean, you only just came!"

"I know. But that's how it always is." Dean relaxed slightly, because Castiel finally at least agreed to believe him. But his shoulders still stiff, because he wished what he was saying was false, himself. "I think we're going to Sioux Falls."

"I don't know where that is."

"You do! It's where Bobby lives." Dean frowned, exasperatedly. "I told you about Bobby, Cas!"

Castiel seemed to be considering this. "You did. But, Dean, when will you be back?"

"I don't know if I'll ever be back."

"What do you mean?" Castiel scowled. "How can you never be back? 'Here's where I am!"

"I know." Dean nodded, looking down at his feet. "That's why I came to say goodbye."

"But, you can't be going!" Castiel repeated, firmer this time, and stepped closer to Dean. "Dean, you're my friend! You can't leave! It's not allowed."

"By what?"

"The laws of friendship." Castiel declared, crossing his arms against his chest. "I bet it's in Miss Kline's Big Book on Friends which she was going to finish reading to us, this Saturday. Dean, will you be back in school, at least?"

Dean shook his head. "I won't be back in Colorado, Cas! Obviously, I won't be back in school!"

Castiel sighed. "But, I-" He stopped, in the middle of the sentence, to walk away from Dean, frustration getting the better of him. He turned his back to Dean. "Just go, Dean. Okay?"

"Are you mad at me, Cas?"

No response - because Castiel was a stubborn kid.

"Are you not talking to me, Cas?" Dean's voice broke. "Cas?"

"If I wasn't talking to you; how'd you come to know?" Castiel turned, and glared at Dean. "We'll not talk, anyways! You're going, aren't you?"

"Cas, don't be mad at me!" Dean yelled out, clenching his fists. "I didn't decide to go!"

"But you won't be coming back," Castiel muttered, as though that explained everything. "You won't be coming back, Dean."

"I'll want to." He promised, holding Castiel by his shoulders. "'M promising you."

"Dean, do you want to go?"

Dean blinked. "What?"

"Do you want to go?"

"Cas - he won't listen to me," Dean muttered, letting go of Castiel. "I know that he won't, Cas. I have to go with him. Dad's waiting for me. I need to go now, Cas."

Castiel seemed to be taking a step closer, and placing his palm on Dean's forearm, when the rough voice of an adult cut him off. It was John Winchester, stepping into the scene with a disapproving look on his face - "Dean! What on Earth have you been doing?"

"I just - Dad, I just-"

"Come with me!" He barked, and Dean followed, mutely. He turned once, when he was sure that John was focused elsewhere, and found Cas staring at him dumbly, and waving his hand. He seemed to be mouthing 'bye', as simple as that. He waved back with the hand which John wasn't holding, frightful of letting John know of the tears in his eyes.

And for the first time in his life, when John was all ready to start the drive to Sioux Falls, South Dakota and close the chapter of Colorado forever, Dean, timidly buckled up in the front seat, mumbled, "I don't want to go, Dad."

Either John didn't hear him, or pretended not to.

***

SIX YEARS LATER

"Dean, listen." John instructed, as he opened the trunk for their bags. "You go check the room I booked -"

"The farthest corner one on the Ground Floor, got it."

"- And then take Sam to the room, and watch cartoons or something, okay?" He instructed. "Then, make whatever he likes with whatever's left of the stuff in my backpack. I think there's stuff for at least four grilled cheeses, okay?"

Dean thought of all that he could reply to that. 'Sam doesn't watch cartoons anymore, he's freaking ten - he watches Discovery Education now because he knows it pisses you off'. Or, 'Sam grew out of his Grilled Cheese obsession a year back - he's into PB&Js now'. But, he sufficed with a, "Yes, sir."

"I'll be back, latest by ten, from the morgue," he added, before getting into the driver's seat, and leaving Dean standing in the parking lot of the hotel, with two bags too big for most fourteen-year-olds, and a little brother who thinks it's very clever to make faces at the driving-away Impala.

"C'mon, Dean." Sam had his own luggage hoisted on his back.

Dean watched, until the car went away into the distance. "Yeah, about that," he muttered distractedly, picking up both the bags. "I'm going to be going away for a bit."

"Awesome," was Sam's first response - because he was freaking Sam. Then, "Where to?"

"Uh, not important. So, look, I'm going to get you settled with your books and food in the room, and then I'm going to ask the receptionist to-"

"I don't need to be babysit-ed, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes, with the infamous bitchface he was sporting almost always, now. "You and Dad keep forgetting I'm ten."

"You keep forgetting you're ten." Dean muttered back, because it got Sam to glare at his back as he unlocked the door, and threw the two bags on the larger bed. "Here."

"I'm not hungry," Sam whined, because Dean was fishing out a Lays he'd saved. "You can go now, Dean! I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Dean turned and handed Sam the packet, with a hesitant frown. "Just call me on this number if anything happens, okay? Anything, at all."

"Just go!"

"Anything," Dean emphasized.

"Hey, Dean," Sam called, as Dean was almost out the door. He rushed back in, with raised eyebrows. "Are we not telling Dad about this?"

Dean paused. "Uh, actually," he felt bad about lying to John. "The thing's that - not exactly, but-"

"So, no?"

"Yeah. No." Dean gave in.

"Awesome," Sam declared, already beginning to unpack his books. What a nerd. "See you."

"Take care of yourself," Dean muttered, as he got out of the hotel, with a fast smile at the receptionist. Once out the door, he relied completely on memory - but it didn't betray him - and he almost begun to run as he retraced his footsteps from the last time he'd been in Colorado. He felt the air beat against him, and enjoyed the tingly feeling associated with running back to the past, in some sense. He was soon outside the very familiar door, and he knocked, waiting with bated breath for someone to open the door.

He didn't recognize the face who did. "Uh," he flailed, before a quick smirk from the tall and lanky blond, stabilized him.

"Who're you looking for?"

"Uh," Dean felt a pang of guilt rush through him. "Cas?"

"Are you sure?" The older boy teased.

"Yeah," Dean squinted. "I'm sure. Does - does Cas live here? Castiel?" He added.

"Oh, of course he does," The boy rolled his eyes. "Why would that goody-two-shoes get thrown out?" Dean frowned. "Wait," the boy took a step in, and yelled. "Castiel! Castiel, there's someone here for you!"

A muffled response seemed to come, which Dean couldn't decipher. "Call him here," he urged. He didn't have much time. But he had to see Cas.

"He's asking who you are."

Dean huffed, in exasperation. He was totally going to ruin the element of surprise! Telling Cas that it was him would totally destroy the entire moment which Dean had been relaying in his head ever since John said they'd be going to Colorado. "I can't tell."

"You forgot?" The boy snickered.

Dean felt his breathing quicken. "Just tell him to come down, wouldja!?" He fiercely growled. "I need to talk to him - and no, I can't tell you my name!"

The boy rolled his eyes. "You're weird. Exactly the type who'd be friends with my brother. Wait here," he instructed, before going up the stairs.

Dean pushed thoughts of Castiel's rude older brother from his head, and waited for Cas to come down. He was in for such a shocker. He couldn't even imagine how he'd react to Dean standing in his doorway after six years of silence - but he just knew that he'd been waiting for this moment since years, and he hoped Cas did too.

The first he caught sight of Cas' jeans, as he came down the stairs. Then, his grey hoodie, and finally, his face. He'd grown a lot - probably as tall as him, if not more - and had filled out his skinny frame, to look more athletic. Maybe he played a sport - Dean had no idea about what kind of teenager Cas was. His raven hair was still messy, sticking out in every direction as if he'd been turning cartwheels - and his face had squared up a bit, and was even more - dreamy, than Dean had imagined. But his eyes - they were as blue as the clear sky, and every bit like the friend he remembered so clearly. Cas, sincerely.

"Cas," escaped his lips, as the latter stood gawking at the base of the stairs, his eyes wide, and his face an art of disbelief. "Cas!" He almost yelled, desire itching through him to hug him.

He didn't have to hold back, for long.

"Dean." He seemed to gasp, almost like a revered whisper, before he sprung forward towards him - sprinting across the four feet of hardwood floor, and engulfed Dean in a hug. The feelings which had gotten associated with 'Cas' in his absence, seemed to envelope Dean, even as he inhaled the familiar scent of his honey shampoo, and a new addition of what seemed to be old books, for some reason. His hands were firm around him, unrelenting, and Dean hugged back with equal enthusiasm, seeking comfort in the arms of his old friend. When Cas pulled back, he was still staring at Dean like he couldn't believe it - Dean had no idea, he was doing the same thing - and then he finally spoke, again.

"You're fourteen." He again, seemed to be awestruck.

"I'm not the only one." Dean bit his lip, running a hand through his hair.

"You look so - you're so-" He fumbled with words, and Dean could feel an inadvertant blush creeping up his cheeks. "You look like your Dad." He settled on, his voice so much hoarser than what it'd been, and Dean realized that Cas had unknowingly been fingering the lapel of Dean's leather jacket.

"You smell like a library." Dean declared, in retaliation.

"You're," Cas smiled, and the eye-crinkling was definitely new. And, admirable. "You're taller than me."

"You sound much older than I do," Dean shrugged, not exactly knowing what they were supposed to be talking about, but enjoying the random confusion explicitly.

Castiel inhaled deeply, and grabbed Dean's wrist, before dragging him out the door, and into the middle of the vacant road. He stared into Dean's eyes, with intent, until finally, he'd said so much with his eyes that the lingering silence was tasteful and heavy. Castiel, in that moment, was everything Dean had remembered him so many years for - his blue eyes so fascinating, and the entirety of him so perfect. Dean didn't know how, when, or why - but he hadn't felt this way towards anyone, ever. Almost, like a driving force to be near him. And now that he was - it was every bit as magical as Dean had imagined it'd be.

He forgot of the last wendigo they'd hunted, or of how furious John would be if this reached his ears, and forgot of the entire World, but their last conversation.

Castiel seemed to speak for the both of them, when his voice gently pierced the reverie.

"You're back, Dean!"

He sounded exhilarated, and happy, and there was nothing else Dean could've wished for.

"You wanted me to be, didn't you?" He tried to appear nonchalant, but stray tears had made it into his eyes. "Didn't you, Cas?"

"I never wanted you to leave."

"He wouldn't have listened to me," Dean whispered, and Castiel shushed him then, because apparently he could. Dean didn't glare at him, or anything.

"How long will you stay?" Castiel worded it carefully, as though he were architecturing a foolproof heist. "Tell me, Dean. Give me a number."

"Why?"

"Don't you see? We have six years' worth of catching up to do."

***

SIX YEARS LATER

"Castiel, are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Ruby crossed her arms against her chest, frowning directly at him.

"Of course," Castiel muttered back, continuing to examine the mirror - his own reflection. He ran a hand through his hair, unable to conceal a smile.

"Oh, stop it!" She swore under her breath, and Castiel didn't even bother to glare at her anymore, because he couldn't do a thing about the stubborn Chemistry Major, who was presently mad at him. "Stop looking at your streak like it's some goddamn treasure!"

"Ruby," Castiel turned, quietly. "Can't a guy groom his hair before University, without his roommate's girlfriend unlatching Hell about it?"

"Well, you can," She smirked, instantly. "If you'd just tell me who you're thinking of."

"I'm not thinking of anyone," Castiel smiled, before getting himself off the couch and towards his study-table; beginning to arrange them in at least a presentable fashion.  

"You are." She argued, crossly. "And you're going to tell me who the lucky guy is."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Puh-lease!" She scoffed. "You know who the blond streak in your hair is meant for, but you're not telling me - and I swear to Christ, I'm going to keep badgering you about it till you tell me!"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I live vicariously through you, idiot!"

"The entirety of your existence is far more vicarious than mine, Ruby." Castiel informed her, before slinging his bag over one shoulder. "Now, if you'll stop interrogating me, I'm going to leave for my first lecture."

"It's not for another half-hour, nerd!"

"I'm going to have breakfast with Zeke, in the campus cafeteria." He pointedly glared at the shower door, where his roommate Alistair was currently taking his nice, long time at. "Because someone couldn't shower quick enough to make breakfast later."

"You should learn," Ruby shrugged, unsympathetically.

"You think I haven't tried?" Castiel shrugged, before leaving his flat. He and Balthazar had been roommates for almost a year, now. Balthazar was basically Cas' closest friend, but he was a Architecture Major, so his classes were at different times than him. Ruby, his girlfriend often spent the night over - but the morning-afters were dreadful for Castiel. She could be nosy, and aggravating, and purposefully annoying; but she was after all his friend's girlfriend, so Castiel put up with her quite regularly.

He reached the cafeteria soon enough, and found Zeke sitting in their usual spot. He took up the place next to him, as the latter looked up from his book and breathed out a smile. "Hey!"

"Hey," Castiel begun to inspect the million-times-read menu, as he did every morning. "Did you order already?"

"No, just reached." He replied, with a bit of a shy look. "I was almost late this morning. Bit of a sleepless night."

"Oh, are you experiencing acute insomnia again?"

"No," He nearly reddened. "I was with Sarah." He almost instinctively, tucked the only tuft of red hair in his entire head of brown, behind his ear.

"Of course," Castiel bit his lip, smiling again. Sarah and Zeke had gotten each other's colors, for their streaks at their eighteenth. Their story was quite sweet - high-school sweethearts who on realizing they're soulmates, swore never to break up - even though she was in Spain. "What was I thinking?"

"Shut it, Castiel." Zeke tried to frown, but ended up looking comical. The waitress landed up at their table. "His Majesty pays for us both today," he informed Meg with a snicker, who turned towards him.

"Hey!" Castiel protested, light-heartedly. "You seem to have forgotten that you owe me a breakfast."

"I don't." Zeke rolled his eyes. "I didn't lose the bet."

"Zeke, the patient had a stomach ulcer." Castiel facepalmed. He could be really childish. "Not every patient we come against has to have a big-worded ailment. Gastro-esophageal reflux disease may sound more fancy for your blog - but he had an ulcer."

Castiel was a pre-med student. So was Zeke.

"You suck," Zeke gave up. "I'm not talking to you."

"Really mature, geek." Meg scoffed at him, before turning to Castiel. "What can I get the both of you, Clarence?"

"Castiel." He corrected, absentmindedly. "And, I'd like a hamburger, and he'd like a green salad."

"With a dressing of?"

"Vegetables, please." Castiel smirked back.

"With pleasure," She laughed at Zeke, who was looking at Castiel with complete betrayal etched on his features.

"You-"

"You're not speaking to me." Castiel cut him off, because he can be childish too, and continues to check his phone for any updates on the Schedule of postings.

Their foods arrive, and soon they're both tucking in. Zeke actually seems to enjoy the salad, particularly since Meg caught Castiel's eye, and added meatballs in it - and the hamburger is heaven incarnate, as usual. Suddenly,

"Hey Castiel, by the way, who's Dean?"

Castiel blanched, and completely forgot to remind his friend that he wasn't supposed to be acknowledging his existence. "What!?"

"Dean?" He spoke, more uncertainly. "Winchester, I think? D'you know any such guy?"

Castiel put down his hamburger, and stared at Zeke, with intent. "Zeke, why are you asking? How do you know Dean?"

"Uh, he kinda called me." Zeke sounds surer now.

"What for?" Castiel demanded, his impatience getting the better of him. The last time he spoke to Dean was a few weeks before his eighteenth birthday, when Dean had drove over to visit for a day. It had probably been the best evening of his life. He'd been waiting to hear from him thence - especially after the streak. "Tell me why he called you!"

"Simmer down," Zeke raised his hands in defense. "It's nothing big. Said he got my number from your sister. Asked about you, a bit. An-"

"Asked what?"

"Geez, who is this guy?" Zeke's eyes widened. "Who's got you so cranked up!?"

"I'm not cranked up." Castiel leveled his breathing. Dean called. Dean called! "I'm normal. And what? What else? Why did he call you?"

"To ask for your address."

Castiel froze. Dean called his friend to get his address.

Which meant -

"He's coming!"

"So's winter. Big deal." Zeke shrugged, and Castiel glared at him till he'd gotten rid of all of the casualness. "Look, he texted me in the morning today. To confirm timings. Yeah, he's coming."

"Why didn't he call me!?"

"He-" Zeke suddenly appeared like defeated. "I just remembered. He said he wanted it to be a surprise."

"Shit." Castiel muttered under his breath, because Dean Winchester was coming - and Cas had a streak of lustful blonde hair, since he was probably his soulmate, and Dean wanted to surprise him at his room, and Castiel could only picture himself vacuuming or doing the dishes or something in the kitchen, when Dean knocks, and he stands outside their door looking gorgeous as ever, and Cas opens the door, and he sees Dean, and it's the best surprise he's ever received. "Holy shit." He speaks louder, because it also suddenly strikes him that now he knows, and for once, he can be the one with the wonderful surprise - he could prepare a dinner, and clean up the apartment, and maybe get some roses, and perhaps arrange it so that Dean's favorite band plays when he enters, and he could wear the jacket Dean told him he looked the best in, and he could get Dean a freaking gift, and he could-

"Did you just swear?"

"'Shit' is not a profanity."

"Oh, I think it is!" Zeke whistled, looking belated. "You, my friend, just swore! You're buying me dinner for a month, now!"

Castiel fixed him with his most angry glare. Zeke appeared satisfactorily taken aback, and scared, when he growled at him, "Shut up, and tell me when he's coming, you assbutt."

"You did it agai-"

"Tell me when Dean Winchester plans to be here, Ezekiel, or I swear I will-"

"Okay, okay," He mock-begged. "Don't smite me!"

Castiel smiled, and not because his friend was a weird dork. But because, he was fucking elated. Dean was coming. And this time, Castiel would surprise him. It would be wonderful. And Castiel had a streak of blonde, and Dean would have a streak of his black, and it'd be a happy ending.

He smiled the widest he could manage, without hurting himself.

***

Everything was ready. Everything in place. According to Zeke, Dean was supposed to be at Castiel's doorstep in a minute.

Castiel ran his hand through his hair, enjoying the still surprising of the soft blonde hair in the middle of his raven black mess. It was slightly to the right, and not very striking anymore, but Castiel thought it was beautiful. It was probably the most beautiful thing that Castiel had ever worn - Dean's mark on him. He was so sure that his mark meant Dean - he felt for Dean like he'd never felt for any other, and it represented Dean so beautifully - gloriously golden, and almost shiny. It looked like one of the hair-arts people got done. Highlights. Only, a million times more wonderful, because it'd just happened. It was meant to be.

Dean would knock in three, two, one.

A couple more minutes passed - Castiel didn't mind, because no one kept their schedule to the last second - before there was finally the sound of shuffling feet outside the door. Castiel took in a deep breath, and straightened his own trenchcoat and closed his eyes for a moment to steady himself, for he felt almost giddy.

The knock came, twice.

Then once, again.

Castiel had to struggle to not collapse into an excited mess on the floor. He finally paced towards the door, and rushed it open, prepared.

And, Dean was there.

He looked surprised, but he suddenly smiled - and it was so breathtaking, that Castiel forgot himself in that moment. He was lost, in those mesmerizing forest green eyes, and held his gaze till he could see Dean's eyes grow foggy. His eyes did a quick tour of the hunter's body - he'd grown even taller, and he still sported the leather jacket, though it actually fit him now - and he looked so good. And then Castiel's face traced the lines of art upwards, and finally,

"Oh!" He stepped back, his jaw dropped. Dean made a stabilizing gesture with an instant look of surprise and worry, but Castiel drew back even more. "Oh, no!" He almost gasped.

Dean was confused, and he stepped in, and reached out for him. He whipped back his hand.

"Cas-"

"Dean-"

They spoke at the same time.

"Cas, what's the matter?" Dean tried, sounding terrified, and making another unsuccessful attempt to touch Castiel's arm. "Cas, I'm here! This is all so beautiful, and it's so great to see you - why are you stepping back!? - and you look so great, and did you know about me coming? Cau-"

Castiel continued to dumbfoundedly stare at Dean's light blonde hair.

In vain.

"Fuck." Castiel could feel his dreams shattering.

"Hey, hey," Dean sounded weary, and almost scared. "Hey, what's the matter? Wha-"

Castiel hadn't even thought that this could happen.

How had he not thought this could happen?

"It's not-" Castiel wanted to say a lot of things. It's not black. It's not you. But something else escaped his lips. "It's not me. It's not ME!"

"What's not y-"

But Castiel had strode past him, and out of his apartment. He couldn't stay in there anymore. He knew he should. He kind of wanted to. BUT he needed to get out of there. He should've stayed there, as a friend to Dean who'd probably drove hundreds of miles to get here. Offer him water, ask him to sit down, inquire about his well-being. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't just be friends with him. He just couldn't - not yet, anyways. He'd loved Dean.

But Dean was not his soulmate.

He didn't have a single speck of black in his hair.

Not a single sign of Castiel on him.

***

Dean's voice carried through the parking lot. "Cas! Dammit, Cas, listen to me! Come back here!I know you're here - come out and talk to me, Cas!"

Castiel held his breath. He couldn't just yet.

"Cas, I have something to tell you!" He yelled, coming closer to Castiel's hiding spot. Well, he wasn't exactly hiding - it was his go-to place. He'd get into his car, and turn up all the windows, and merely sit still with his head on the steering wheel - so unmoving, that no one would see him there. Except, obviously, Dean did.

Before Cas knew it, Dean was rapping his knuckles on the driver's window.

Castiel wanted to let him in - Soulmates didn't matter; Dean was there, and that should be it! - but who was he kidding? Of course it did matter. It meant, there was someone out there meant to spend the rest of their lives with Dean Winchester, and it wasn't Castiel.

"Cas, just listen! Can you hear me?"

Of course he could; Dean was yelling.

"Nod once for yes, twice for no!" He added.

Castiel wanted to laugh, and punch Universe in the face - all in the same breath.

But, instead, he nodded.

"Okay. Cas, listen." Dean cleared his throat. "First and foremost - I dyed my hair."

Castiel stiffened. He lifted his head, to check Dean's face. Nothing but sincerity.

"I did! Believe me - that's why it's all blond!"

Castiel couldn't explain his next move. But he lowered the glass window, and stared directly at Dean without the hindering glass. "Did you not want to have- it in your hair? So badly?"

"Don't be stupid." Dean's eyes crinkled. "It was something else. Believe me - Cas. Of course I wanted to have y-"

"Then why?"

"-it was a stupid and reckless decision. There was a girl. Lisa." Castiel restrained himself, with much of his will. "I didn't love her, Cas. But everyone mistook my streak to mean her. She had a blonde streak too. It was so obvious and meant to be, to those dumb-asses of her class, at Cicero - and I couldn't take it. I couldn't bear people - people who had no idea what you mean to me - pushing me at her, because apparently she was my soulmate. I was damn sure that the Universe had messed it up this time - because I didn't love her like I loved you! couldn't fucking get through all of it - and I definitely didn't want to spend my life with her. So I - I dyed it."

Castiel didn't know what to say.

"I knew it was a bad decision. But, you know me!? I'm not proud of it, but I'm too chicken to face my troubles! Before I knew it, there were things like forever being talked about, with a girl I barely knew - let alone loved."

Castiel breathed. It was easier to breathe, suddenly.

"I'm so sorry - I gave in, and dyed it blond."

"Dean," Castiel whispered, because it seemed like the solution to all troubles. "Dean, I mean - I mean-"

"I am so sorry." He breathed, tentatively. "I should've been thinking about you, Cas. Hell, I should've been thinking about US."

"Yes." Castiel looked down at his lap, again. "You should have."

"But, Cas," Dean almost cried out, as if properly noticing it for the first time. "Cas, you have a blond streak! I was so fucking afraid that you wouldn't! That you'd actually have another soulmate, and I'd be the one who loved you nonetheless! But, it's blond, and it's beautiful! You're beautiful, Cas." Dean sucked in a breath, that seemed to take away all of the worries of the World.

Castiel unconsciously felt his blonde streak. "You like this?"

"I'm going to paint a patch of my hair black, and see how you feel about it then." Dean teased, and Castiel felt something in him melt. "You know, I'll make it look good, and you'll see how crazy and fucking amazing it is to look at the one you love and see that they possess a bit of you."

"Are you sure you didn't dye it off, because it looked bad?" Castiel twitched up a smile, because suddenly, all was okay with the World again.

"It could've been a mo-hawk or looked like a dead bug, and I wouldn't have minded much, Cas."

"I would've minded very much, if you had a black mo-hawk instead of your classic blond, Dean." Castiel smiled.

"Shut up, dork." Dean brushed Castiel hair with his hand. "My hair looks amazing on you, though. You look like a fucking rebel, with fucking golden streaks. Like a rockstar. You look dashing."

Castiel was silent for a while, unconsciously leaning into Dean's touch. "What was it like, Dean?"

"What- Oh. It was the most beautiful part of me, believe me." Dean blinked, and Castiel looked away, in embarrassment. "It was jet black, and unruly, and would never flatten down just like yours, and I was very proud of it. It was so stark, in comparison to the rest of me - and it reminded me of you."

"You realize you're talking about hair, right?" Castiel choked, because joking was difficult when you had tears in your eyes.

"Oh, you know me," Dean sounded quite the same. "All about the chick-flick moments."

Silence ensued for a while, and everything was perfect -

"Hey, you realize that when we have a kid, I'm gonna insist on dying their hair fluorescent pink or blue, don't you?" Dean piped up.

"I don't object," Castiel seemed to be running out of words. "And we're getting you un-dyed or magically treated, or whatever it is that has to be done, to get your streak back, okay?"

And, then, everything was actually perfect.

And, they lived happily ever after.

***

A/N: HOW WAS IT? I WROTE A SOULMATE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE FOR THE FIRST TIME! IT FELT AMAZING...

[bigbrothernetflix-st]

EPISODE ONE

“its week ONE. why is everyone being so cracked i hate it here i absolutely hate it here someone take me out with a sniper rifle” - aria 

HOH: Jev UPSIDE DOWN: Jacob & Gina NOMINEES: Kiki & Nash POV: Nash FINAL NOMINEES: Kiki & Mo EVICTED: Mo (14-1)

PRESEASON CAST ASSESSMENT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEdLzVoyttU&list=PLFEwPPy8j010XXwntq80VSU0qLNTNpSIN&index=2&t=0s

JOEY

WOO holy shit this cast is filled with such insane personalities, and I cannot WAIT to play this game!

NASH

tell me why i'm already nervous

NASH

waits patiently for mo to pick another damn person to infect

GINA

skghkdgljhgdlj BRAIN HURTY,, sm people to talk to and everyone is so so nice! just glad I'm not winning hoh

ARIA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-bwCxQGRhk

alternative title: im very mean for 20 minutes

KIKI

so far the cast seems very sweet! a little quiet so far but otherwise im really enjoying talking to them!! and i think the twist is a cool idea but could be dangerous.... maybe a little too easy to expose alliances

GINA

I really like this cast! I'm actually really good friends with Aria (but we keeping that a secret) and I recognize Joshua from other orgs! Also, this twist seems super fun!

ARIA

okay,,,,okay,,,ok,,,k my brain is struggling to complie everything ive learned today i am STRUGGLING!!!!

So!! Lets make a tier list

We're working together (didnt even need to discuss)

-Nathan

-Jacob

-Gina

Asked to work together

-Joey

-Joshua

Implied we're working togther but lower tier

-Jev

-Josh C

-Monty

Super Sweet & Nice

-Bri

-Kiki

-Dem

-Mo

Sweet but i want a response

-Nick

-Emma

_saira

-jake

-Nash

So thats what i've gathered for today mostly, Jacob-Joey-Jev-Joshua all seem to really want to work close with me and we've talked a bit of game ( ITS ALL THE Js HELP) and seem super open while the girls seem more closed off as of now, kinda worried gina isnt gonna be active enough but idk, oh also everyone is noticing bri is CHAOS and that nick is talkative/assertive. more to update in a bit but heres a trust ranking for night one, one more thing jev said he doesnt like nathan or nick :OO and someone else mentioned nick being overbearing

1.Gina (i love her to the moon and back)

2. Nathan( the charisma SNAPPED this game go off sir!!)

3. Josh C (they're also charismatic but they're hecking hilarious and our view are pretty similar) 

4.Jev (they cared about me!! and im nice to them and this is just really wholesome)

5.Jacob (LOVE him but we havent talked enough beyond "we're winning this game")

6.Joshua (super fun to talk to, same og community king)

7.Bri (they wont keep info to themselves but shes SO sweet pls take my heart)

8. Joey (hes kinda sketching me out tbh but also he wants to work with me so)

9.Nick (they wouldnt put me up and thats all i could ask for)

10.Monty (PLEASE trust me i need ur braincells)

12.Kiki (sHES SO SWEET AND GOOD AT ART ADORE HER)

13.Mo (existential dread buddies <3)

14.Dem(approached game w/ me,,,but on the first message so might be doing that w/ everyone)

15.Nash (kate protection gang!!!)

16.Saira (we loVE DOGS! and thats it)

17.Emma (feel better soon,,,then pls talk to me k thanks)

18.Aria (dont trust anyone,,,not even yourself)

DEM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykD4dZjsDl0

BRIANNA

https://youtu.be/odNZXz-jNtw

MO

If alliances have been made already, I am gonna have some QUALMS... This cast is very cute, I love meeting new people, let's see we have

Aria - an ANGEL we've been talking about SIX the musical and slime tutorials

Brianna - The first person to recognize me using a Carole & Tuesday song in any of my videos. I'm v grateful.

Dem - He kinda jokes like a mom... 

Emma - I'm friends with Emma outside of the game and she is such a chaotic sweetheart. We been in the house a day and she plays Lois Griffon singing Doja Cat... for what...

Gina - I have not talked with her, I just said hi.

Jacob - Jacob is nice. I think I've yet to have a super positive ORG experience with him tho. So. Yeah.

Can I do the rest tomorrow cus I'm tired and just not in the mood. Okay thank you.

SAIRA

I was a little surprised by the amount of people dming me but they all seemed pretty nice! The twist sounds cool, I'm excited to see how it plays out

JEV

i definitely did NOT expect to win the first hoh but here we are, i have no idea what i'm gonna do but i need sleep so that's tomorrows problem

JOSH C

HELLO! it's your boy josh coming to give you some thoughts on the cast. coming into this game, the only person i know of beforehand is.. JACOB who has managed to snake me in both games we've played together so that's cute. i don't really have a choice but to trust him for now bc that's my only outside connection so we'll see how it goes. he's fun to talk to so i don't really mind but my eyes are PEELED for it going south.

my favorites just from the first night are probably aria, kiki, nathan, and saira. for no REAL reasons other than i just feel like i've had the best conversations with them and they were more fun than the rest of the cast. i'm not sure if those will stay the same but that's HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW!!

i've reached out to everyone and heard back from everyone (other than nash.. dunno what that's about so i'll just let it sit there. i don't REALLY mind bc it's good if i win HOH because it's a good reason to throw someone up there). everyone is cute enough, though i think i've connected LEAST with brianna, dem, joey, and monty? just haven't gotten a lot of energy back from them but i'm hoping that was just FIRST NIGHT jitters of people not putting in their full effort into their social game.

i'm going to spend today just chatting with people so i have a base relationship with them and that way if jev goes the route of asking people who they'd him to nominate -- i'm not someone they name simply for not knowing who i am. trying to be a little SOCIAL QUEEN. fun and funky so let's hope it pays off.

for the twist, i'm not really sure how to play this. i don't think the first round is going to have the BEST power hidden in it but it'd be nice to know that i for sure won't be first boot. (though i'm feeling OKAY enough that jev won't kill me bc we've talked at least). i think i'm going to wait a minute before i ask someone to send me in, or someone just sends me in on their own accord. that way people don't look at me for having a secret power bc it'll be really easy to narrow down who has one and that's just such an unnecessary way to get a target on your back. i like the twist, it's just hard to figure out how to play it and maybe i should just wait until someone does it for me or i'm one of the later people to get it so i get safety when there are less people in the house and it'll be harder to survive.

xoxo gossip josh

SKINNY NICK

https://youtu.be/yNBReh_pBPk

NATHAN

He's here, he's queer... and oddly enough starting off by not doing a Video DR; however, I think when making an initial first impression/trust list this method seems to go a little smoother... First off, coming right off of Big Brother Pasio and thrown into this game has made my head hurt more than it should. I forgot how annoying and tiresome the initial conversations are with everybody. With that said, I have begun to kinda pick out a path that may be suitable for me this season. In Pasio, my goal was to lay low, not be seen, and form connections. That strategy is going to be partially active this time around as well. I'm a big personality, and while that's fun and cute, I learned by keeping a low profile in the beginning portion while remaining social it does wonders. I don't need to be a Skinny Nick character and be talking in the house call and house chat at every ounce I get. With that being said, this season is full of Pasio players... some in which I had both good and bad experiences with. However, pushing that aside I really have my eyes set and locked on Aria. I have a feeling that the other Pasio alumni may see her for how she played in Pasio and I do as well, but I want to make sure her and I are on as good as terms as possible. She did NOT like me in Pasio, so rekindling that flame is ultra important. Alongside Aria, I get to play with both Monty and Jacob who I've had rocky relationships with in the past, but have grown to become great friends outside this. Working with them is going to be vital, but keeping them too close is suicide. With that being said, here's my initial trust ranking:

1. Aria

2. Jacob 

3. Nash

4. Jev

5. Josh

6. Monty

7. Joey

8. Nick

- - -

END LIST

JOSH C

okay, well nominations just came out and i can't say i'm too surprised that nash got nominated for eviction considering she hasn't responded to me yet and most everyone else is saying the same. i can't really imagine anyone using the veto on her unless she has a complete social turn around in the next 24 hours but that seems like.. a stretch. just gotta hope she doesn't win! we love an easy first week boot!

i'm a little sad about kiki getting nominated because i've really hit it off with them, but i think it's a good way to secure some trust with them and spark off a relationship. i've been trying to already be like YOU GOT THIS, YOU'RE STAYING! NASH DOESN'T TALK TO ANYONE! and i think they're being receptive. i like that i can joke around with them, so i'm hoping they enjoy me as much as i enjoy them.

i've also had aria and jake come talk to me about noms which means they trust me and that's GOOD. i want to try to secure something with them soon because i think they're both people that would want to work with me and i know that jake doesn't have a lot of connections already so being an early ally of his would be BIG.

just trying to focus on being a cute little social presence so people don't really focus on targeting me early on. i think this is a game full of half social players and some.. not so exciting people so it'll be easy to just slip through by not being the most boring person around. i don't want to promise TOO many people loyalty just yet but i think building a small core for myself will be important to keep me safe and i'm hoping that can come with jake/aria/kiki/jacob(?)

JAKE

chile............. where the fuck am i?

i dont know what dimension i'm in right now with these people but i am ready to show them what i am made of!! so far i've felt..... on the outs of most of what is going on so im just gonna give my perspective on things so far!! 

the cast....... ill just do an assessment

dem: said maybe three words to me since we've started... so there's that

saira: seems like a queen! i def need to talk to her more i've been sleeping on her and i think we'll get along well

joey: girl sometimes idk what this man is saying to me but we're rolling w it..

nash: her "sick" ass hasnt responded to my message from yesterday so bye

joshua: oh he can work! hes fun to talk to and i def see some potential to working with him. hes only 16 so yung so pure i remember those days </3

nathan: hes so hot god i literally want to eat his entire ass but i dont wanna be creepy so im trying to subtly flirt with him SDLKJFSKF he seems to be a sneaky player to me but hopefully thats not the case and we can be a showmance later on hehe

emma: LEGEND. QUEEN! PUT SOME RESPECT ON HER NAMEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my ride or die in this thing <3

jev: oh jevfrey my angel im so happy he's here!!! he's a loyal guy from what i remember and ill def be working with him ESPECIALLY now that hes the first hoh ayyyyY!!!! i feel completely safe with him

kiki: oh i LOVE THEMMMM we had a great connection from the jump and i have a soft spot for them for sure. theyre sadly nominated this week i did not know why jev made that decision but i will make sure they stay know THAT

monty: monty left me on read :( we had a kinda awk convo so idk how monty feels about me right now?? i def dont think he trusts me and ugh i hate the tension!!!!!!!! i hope we can resolve it all and be friends again

josh: KDJKFG i love this man... hes not entire truthful and is def playing me a bit but i think he's great and hopefully he doesnt turn out to be the snake i think he has the potential to be

gina: idk what to think of this girl she doesn't reply much to me and we haven't really spoken much for me to really get a good read of her. i infected her and idk if she'll take that a certain way i came to her with the explanation that we just havent talked as much. idk shes fine?

mo: hahhaha hes a cutie too and i think hes not much of a talker so i think hes nice for the most part it's just kinda hard talking to him sometimes

brianna: um....... yeah we haven't spoken yet and she infected me so idk how to feel about her yet. she claims it was this number system but do i fully believe thats what she based it on? not really.. so ill def have to talk to her more

aria: NOW THIS........ THIS IS ELEGANCE. THIS IS CLASS. THIS IS EXPENSIVE. THIS IS TASTE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! this 15 year old girl has me shaking to my god damn core with her social game within a 20 minute conversation ive already devoted my entire game to her and our "attention whores" alliance. iM GAGGGEDDDD i really like her and i know shes a big threat but if shes with me then we can do some damage together hehe

skinny nick: SKINNYYYYY i dont have much to say about nick i think they're well connected in this game so i have to make sure i'm good with them a little more. our convos are a little dry hopefully that'll change as the game goes on

jacob: a sweetie.. i really like jacob as a person but as a player he scares the shit out of me DSLKFGFKJ he lied to me like every round in BBHOS9 so i dont rly know if i can trust him. he def has other friends in this community hes playing with so ill have to sus out who exactly that is...

and......... yeah! kiki and nash are nommed. gina n jacob went to the down under. i think jacob will def get whatever power is down there he is one lucky man so i wouldn't be surprised if it's something good. oh well hopefully when i go i get whatever the best thing is a dpov mayhaps!.......

i hope the next hoh is something i can win because i want these people to TALK TO MEEEE tell me where their heads are at for god's sake! me on day 2: why arent you telling me all your alliances? dFGKLF i feel like im okay just gotta talk to some said people more and try to make sure they dont hate me!

JOSHUA

I thought Jev was nice but I'll have to go back on that because he absolutely is not fooling a single person, I thought we'd be allies but he's been acting sus all day so he can choke on rat piss. Joey and nick literally aren't talking to me at awl so... they can choke and die too. Aria is talking to me a lot but I know she talks to everyone a lot sjdkjds queen of big brother pasio... but I trust her for now I guess. Other than that I'm not super like concerned with anyone else I mean brianna kiki gina mo are nice I guess.. mo is a little hard to talk to though so :( anyway glad to be here but my social is kind of rocky skjdjskdj : ( ( ( ( ( 

JEV

SKINNY NICK

https://youtu.be/0Kb-twzCkYI

MO

trying to hint to dem that I’m not okay... wonder if it’s working

ARIA

its week one. its week ONE. why is everyone being so cracked i hate it here i absolutely hate it here someone take me out with a sniper rifle im sick of this, but its fine im gonna try to do my best to explain EVERYTHING bc whew is there a lot..

First off lets start with the fact ive been talking with everyone from the moment i woke up and my fingers hurt so much but also now people like me and thats all i need in life so heck yes!! So when it was nash vs kiki i start planting seeds to keep kiki with people and then nash wins veto so thats thrown out the window yayyyy- 

Things start happening after jev renoms Mo. First off i get a call with crack kills (joey bri me) and we discuss the vote a little bit with Joey leaning towards keeping Mo and Me/Bri wanting to keep Kiki, joey leaves and me and bri talk about the alliance we were invited to (jacob josh jake kiki us) and then i notice theres a house vc which i then go and join alone.

It was silent for a bit before they mentioned they were talking about votes and were being kinda secretive about names but i asked directly so Mo tells me that dem told him that there was 5 confirmed votes against Mo (nash Jacob Nick Joshua/Jacob(dont remember which) and Josh c) he said the names really fast so i mightve missed a few and nathan interjects about my notes and like??? shut up nathan???? anyways i act all shook about an alliance and we talk about votes and apparently when mo campaigned to bri she just sent "hugs" and im caCKLIGN FDSGFDSH anyways that confirmed 5 votes is gonna make people nervous and cause people to keep Mo which like, im not totally against but i just want a unan vote please. Also i think dem & emma dont really trust me which is big ughhh idk if one of the pregame girlies (any of the names from that list) win hoh next week ill throw one of them utb easy peasy 

So then i start asking around to gina and she ghosts me??? gina NEVER ghosts me so im sketched out there and Mo is asking for my help when i already told kiki i would save her its such a messsss. So if i had to guess the sides i would say 

PREGAME GIRLIES: Nash Jacob Jake Joshua Josh c kiki

UNCONNECTED NOT PROTECTED: Dem Joey Emma Nathan Mo

Whomst: Saira Jev Monty Nick Gina Bri

Help: Aria

So, where do i go from here? How do i make sure this vote comes out hecking even,,, im not sure. nvm i am sure because Mo just told me they want to give up HFBHJBSDFS MO MY SAVIOR ILL NEVER FORGET YOU KING <<<<3333333 okay nvm hes not fully giving up but im giving him an avenue that would make my life much easier where im telling him to have good convos with people so they connect more and if anyone feels moved theyll come to me and ill get the ball rolling with a easy peasy unan vote hopefully. But i think i might be able to manipulate this situation to my advantage WHEW im hyped now!!

So lets say mo leaves the thought of those "five confirmed votes" is still gonna be in peoples heads mainly dem/joey/emma/nathan which might form into a side and go hard for hoh taking out some big social player and then we have two sides going after each other which would be cute.

I would make trust rankings but i trust no one fbhsafd and thats on pewiod

JAKE

WHEW!!!!!!!!!!! im not the first boot :~) let's celebrate that.... 

but i'm not too thrilled about these noms...... im happy nash won POV she started talking to me more and shes actually really cool so i wanted her to stay. i am sad kiki is nominated i don't want them to go at all..... and mo being the replacement nominee was a shock to everyone i think..... 

i don't have a problem with mo leaving cuz we have a weak connection i just thought dem was going up based on my prior conversations with jev. he says dem started talking to him more but i just wish jev would talk to me and emma about his decisions if we're "aligned"?? like whats the point of having an alliance if we don't have any say in your decisions?

today i woke up to a message from josh asking me what i think about being in an alliance with jacob brianna aria and kiki........ and im just like wtf where this come from and he said that jacob is making it and its just his fave ppl??? im like ok like im not one to turn down an alliance but i let him know that i dont rly trust jacob n brianna as much as the others in the alliance. hopefully this makes him feel close to me and not blab his mouth to jacob ab that! 

brianna has yet to speak to me and jacob is just someone im always gonna have a hard time trusting sooo if i have to nominate them down the line i won't hesitate unless this alliance is genuine and helping me in the game.

i really only trust emma so far with aria being my secret spy and big meat shield im gonna need in this game. aria's super well connected and im hoping she'll be able to provide me w the information i need to take bitches down later on. 

i think i'd be worried about brianna winning bc we've never talked but at least we have this alliance possibly in the works?? and i dont know if nick would nominate me we haven't talked much..

but i want to win the next hoh so people actually talk to me LOL praying i can win