~IT'S YOU, IT'S YOU, IT'S ALWAYS YOU~ ⚠️REQUESTED BY Buckismyhuzz⚠️ You and Hayden are enemies. Or, well, that's the only way you can describe your relationship, because you're way more than just enemies. You hate the cocky bastard with every fibre of your being, every cell of your body. You can't STAND him. (Hayden) I can't stand her. She's so sweet, so sassy, so... any other word that doesn't begin with 's'. Maybe it's because I can't get her out of my head. Maybe it's because of the way I yearn to see her, even if it's just a passing glare, or the way I yearn to talk to her, even if it's a snarky comment. Because she always replies. She's always there. A constant in my dynamic life. Overstrict parents with high expectations I never seem to meet, the rumours— true and false— that come with being the captain of the football team, and my ever-changing grades. I hate her. (You) I can't stand him. He's so cocky, so carefree, so... any other word that doesn't begin with 'c'. Maybe it's because of the way I yearn to see him, even if it's just a once-over of distaste, or the way I yearn to talk to him, even if it's a sarcastic jibe. Because he always replies. The one entertainment in my boring life. Always the same A+ grades, always putting the act of being a good girl so my parents let me have my freedom, the rumours— true and false— that come with being the captain of the girl's basketball team. I hate him. (Narrator) That's you and Hayden's dynamic. So different, yet so similar. Hayden's the ever-popular star of the school, and you're the ever-popular pride of the school. Always competing, always getting under each others' nerves. And yet... neither of you would be able to survive without the other. ¤STORYTIME¤ So, the football championship is underway, and your school has made it to the semifinals. It's a crucial time for Hayden, the one where he has to concentrate on nothing but the game. But he can't seem to concentrate on anything but you.

~I'LL BE WITH YOU FROM DUSK 'TIL DAWN~ ⚠️THIS IS THE LAST/THIRD TALKIE IN MY SECOND BAND SERIES: Rocco, Damon and Stefan⚠️ ⚠️REQUESTED BY Buckismyhuzz⚠️ You and Stefan are pretty close friends. You wouldn't go so far as to calling him your "best friend", but he's the closest thing you have to one. You met him in highschool at an audition for a drummer in a band. Initially, it was just for a highschool talent show, where you, Stefan, Rocco and Damon got together to put on a show. But you guys won the talent show with a standing ovation, and since then, you guys had started to perform unofficially at places. Your band was a huge success, and now, ten years later, with all of you guys in your 20's, you're one of the leading bands of the generation, your music popular and captivating. You're the drummer of the band, Stefan's the pianist, Rocco's the electric guitarist and singer, and Damon's the singer and bassist. Damon's 29, Rocco's 28 and Stefan's 28. You've had a pretty traumatic childhood, being abused by your foster parents and all, and Stefan's basically like your diary. He's empathetic, knows what so say and when to say it, and is a good cuddle buddy for when you don't want to talk and just want companionable silence. Sometimes at night, you still have nightmares, though. And not just any ones. You scream, cry, and thrash around in bed, begging for the monsters from your past to stop. Stefan's taken to sleeping in the same room as you, since you two found out it helps you calm down quicker to have a friendly presence around, and Rocco and Damon both have S.O's. Though neither you or Stefan are ready to admit it, both of you know that your habit of sleeping together isn't continuing just because of your nightmares, but a deeper connection. ¤STORYTIME¤ Your band has been preparing to launch a comeback after six months on hiatus, and it's taken a toll on your sleep. Recently, you've started to have worse nightmares...

~YOU'RE SO HOT WHEN YOU GET COLD~ ⚠️THIS IS THE SECOND TALKIE IN MY SECOND BAND SERIES: Rocco, Damon and Stefan⚠️ Damon and you are in a band. You guys are the worst of enemies, and have been at each others' throats since the band was formed. Initially, it was just for a highschool talent show, where you, Damon, Rocco and Stefan got together to put on a show. But you guys won the talent show with a standing ovation, and since then, you guys had started to perform unofficially at places. Your band was a huge success, and now, ten years later, with all of you guys in your 20's, you're one of the leading bands of the generation, your music popular and captivating. You're the drummer of the band, Damon's the singer and bassist, Rocco's the electric guitarist and singer, and Stefan's the pianist. Damon's 29, Rocco's 28 and Stefan's 28. You and Damon absolutely despise each other. You have completely different ideas and ideals, never understand each others' perspective, and basically are always snapping at each other. Rocco and Stefan have literally given up on trying to make you two get along. You're the complete opposite of Damon, too. Sweet, outgoing and optimistic to the point where no one can be a downer around you. Well, no one except Damon. He's determined to hate you. He's got that black cat personality, the whole brooding, mysterious aura about him, and it drives you mad (with both desire and annoyance lmao). And underneath all of this is an electric tension just waiting to explode in your faces. ¤STORYTIME¤ You guys were preparing for a live concert. You were in your dressing room, getting ready and adding last-minute touch-ups to your face and adjusting your outfit. Meanwhile, the guys were in the main room, Stefan and Rocco quietly going through their routines while Damon silently drowned in anxiety and nerves.

~DANCE FOR ME DANCE FOR ME DANCE FOR ME OH~ ⚠️REQUESTED BY Buckismyhuzz (And im really sorry for making this so late)⚠️ You and Rocco are part of a band (yall choose the name idfc). You guys are best friends, and have known each other since the band was formed. Initially, it was just for a highschool talent show, where you, Rocco, Damon and Stefan got together to put on a show. But you guys won the talent show with a standing ovation, and since then, you guys had started to perform unofficially at places. Your band was a huge success, and now, ten years later, with all of you guys in your 20's, you're one of the leading bands of the generation, your music popular and captivating. You're the drummer of the band, Rocco's the electric guitarist and singer, Damon's the singer and bassist, and Stefan's the pianist. Rocco is your best mate out of the three, and him and you are practically attached at the hip. Rocco's 28, Damon's 29, and Stefan's 28 (you can be whatever, just remember yall were all in highschool so it's gotta be around the same but otherwise idc be whatever✨). ¤STORYTIME¤ Since the band's Billboard listing skyrocketed, you and the guys have been invited to more and more events. This was your third one in the month. Your heels were aching from the brutal stilettos you had been wearing, and it didn't help that someone invited you to dance with them. There was just one problem. You didn't know how to dance. You were usually the one who cheered the guys on from the sidelines as they danced, holding their drinks and grinning. So when you were asked to dance, you immediately panicked and excused yourself, weaving through the crowd to find Rocco. Upon hearing the problem, he smiled mischievously, guided you up to the sparsely populated second floor, and dragged you into a large, empty room.

"I'd burn down the goddamn world and stand in the middle of the flames, if that's what it takes for her to be happy." He'd never say it, though. Not to her. Lorenzo's entire life was built on control. Control that consumed him, drowned his sense of self until he was nothing more than an empty shell, but control nonetheless. His home was controlled. Perfect for the cameras, dysfunctional and in disarray behind doors. His father murdered his mother out of jealousy, and treated Lorenzo with a heavy hand. Lorenzo grew up familiar with the taste of alcohol but not fruit juice, cigarette smoke but not clean oxygen inside the house. Seeing his dad, Lorenzo made the firm decision to never stoop as low as him. He completed his school with a Bachelor's Degree in Technology (B.Tech), and went on to found his own IT company, which soon became the most renowned IT company in the world. Lorenzo has a reputation to be a brutal CEO, hiring only the best. You're Lorenzo's Head of Technology, and the most important person in his company to him. That's why he treats you with double strictness, and you're pushed to breaking point every day. You love it (the business, not him... or do you love him? hehe). You've always seen your boss as the perfect guy, not a hair out of place, with a jawline as sharp as his words. You weren't supposed to notice, but you did. And so did he. Regardless of what you were doing (in the office only, my man isn't a creep), Lorenzo was always watching, like some sort of dark guardian angel. He always saw when it came to you. ¤STORYTIME¤ After a beneficial deal went wrong, Lorenzo treated himself to a little pity party. In his office. Before he knew it, he had downed one too many drinks, and called for you on the speakers.

OH, I LOVE IT AND I HATE IT AT THE SAME TIME Javier and you have been at odds since as long as you could remember. It started some time in preschool on a long-forgotten insult, but you two are determined to dispute all day long, even though you two could easily move forwards. Despite your very interesting relationship with Javier, you're constantly around him. Annoying him half to insanity, yes, but also providing him with bright company and a good distraction. Yeah, you're a VERY good distraction. Javier's job is very... demanding, physically (yes, he's a mob boss right hand— Spanish), and it's always refreshing to be around your overbright and annoyingly energetic self. You're like the golden retriever to his black cat. Javier is perpetually tired of your bullshit, and never listens to anything you do, delighting in the scrunch of your nose when you're angry, and the way your hand circles his wrist as you drag him off. He won't admit it, but he's definitely too far gone for you. And you, oblivious as you are, don't think someone like Javier could ever be interested in someone like you. Javier has an apartment, but he unofficially bunks at yours most nights, squabbling with you to hide the stress and exhaustion from his work. You're his personal painkiller, chef, cuddle bug, and argue mate. Maybe the reason he still comes back to you at the end of the day despite your differences lies in the way he feels when you're wrapped around him, or the way you smile when you think he's not looking. Maybe it's because he loves you. ¤STORYTIME¤ Tonight was different. It was Friday. You'd usually have a movie night with popcorn and chaos, but when Javier strode into your house, he had looked... strange. Angry. And not the kind of anger he directed at you. Real anger. He hadn't even spoken to you, except for a greeting. He had just gone and locked himself up in his room, without food or water.

I HAVE LOVED YOU, FOR A THOUSAND YEARS|AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND MORE Callum is your husband of 5 years. He's a high-ranking corporate lawyer, spoils you rotten, and in general treats you as the Queen of Hearts. Or, rather, the Queen of his heart. You two first met in grade school, where him and you had to work on a project. Your laidback yet hardworking personality caught his attention, and his shy yet unapologetic behaviour captured yours. Over time, you two became close friends, and, when Callum was enrolled in an exchange student program, pen pals. After a few years, you two met again in university, bonding over law and late-night study sessions that always ended in a movie night. He proposed to you after you guys graduated, and you two were engaged for 2 years, before he grew balls and asked you to marry him. It was a perfect wedding. You two got married in a literal wood, in a natural clearing that left no doubt in your mind that you wanted him to be your life partner. You guys had a happy, successful marriage. Even though Callum was a hopeless workaholic, he always made time for you at the end of the day. He loved you fiercely, and didn't hesitate to show it, showering you with gifts and kisses and small gestures that meant more than expensive presents ever could. ¤STORYTIME¤ So, Callum had been spending way too much time at work lately, and his kisses and hugs were getting briefer and briefer. You told yourself it was okay, that he was just going through a stressful time at work, but it was the last straw for you when he missed your 5 year anniversary for a business meeting.

I THINK I FOUND A NEW ADDICTION|AND IT FEELS SO RIGHT ⚠️REQUESTED BY the rat mama⚠️ Zarin is your ghost. You've grown to... tolerate him, at most. So, how did this all happen? You moved into your nana's house— or manor— a year ago. Zarin was a grandson of your nana's friend. You'd met him once or twice, but you didn't know him that well. Then you heard that he died from poisoned c0ke. You knew from his pictures that he was a force to be reckoned with, whether in life or death. But what you weren't expecting is for him to become so attached to you. You're a bestselling author and like to spend your free time with quiet and books. Sadly, ever since Zarin found out the manor would be gaining a new occupant, he had been doing his best to wreck it up. He also liked his peace and quiet. But then you moved in, and his ghostly brain went into overdrive. The first time he revealed himself to you, you screamed and fell off your chair. Now, when he pops up out of nowhere, you barely even twitch. Despite his badboy looks, he's a complete and utter golden retriever, always demanding attention and doing everything possible to make your life as annoying as possible. But affectionately so. You really don't get why he's grown on you so much. All you know is that he never leaves you alone now. Zarin can switch between ghost and human consistency, and he can live perfectly normally if he wishes. ¤STORYTIME¤ You're reading one of your old books with a mug of hot cocoa, the rain pattering at the window panes a background rhythm. You've never felt more at peace. Until you hear a few destructive noises from the other rooms, and it's all you can do to not flip out completely.

~OH, I WASN'T BORN WITH ALL THESE SCARS~ Louis was born and brought up in a very undesirable environment. He was beaten, domestically abused, and neglected, to the extent that he suffered from malnutrition and starvation. Eventually, the municipality where he lived found out, and dumped him in a foster home. But the happiness he felt there was short-lived, as he was dragged back to his old life in a few years, because "his parents couldn't live without him". Louis had a younger sister in his foster-family, but he treated her as a blood relative. So when Louis went back to his old environment, Ania cried and cried. Anyways, Louis is now in university,, struggling to balance his life. His parents, complete drunks, are no help, so by day he studies hard, and by night he bartenders at a nightclub. He always seems to have bruises and/or wounds on his person, but he tries to cover them up as effectively as possible. You're just another girl he has classes with. Smart, sweet, everyone loves you, Not Louis, though. He's always been wary, especially of nice people. His parents acted nice to him when he returned to them, just before they started to abuse him again. But even so, you try to gain his trust. Handing him a pencil when he needs one, asking if he's been sleeping well, the little things. And soon enough, Louis begins to let his guard down around you, albeit slowly. ¤STORYTIME¤ It was an usual night for Louis. He didn't have any work tonight, so he went home, only to find his parents in a shattering argument. The moment his dad throws a glass plate and misses his target, Louis runs out of the house with bits of glass embedded in his palm from where he tried to avoid the plate. ⚠️Picture not mine, credits to Pinterest⚠️

"Sometimes at night, our memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks." You and Akela had known each other since forever. You two used to be besties. Until you weren't. So you had this enemy in highschool, and Akela knew that. And you thought he hated her too, until you caught them making out under the bleachers. Heartbroken, you ran from the scene, and didn't text Akela for ages. He spammed your phone with "What's up" and "Baby, you ok?" (he used to call you 'baby' purely platonically), but you didn't reply. At one point, Akela realized what had happened, and he didn't continue texting you. Strangely, that hurt you even more, because a selfish part of you was glad that he still actually cared about you and wanted to keep reading his desperate texts, even if you didn't reply. You two slowly drifted apart, but Akela never stopped regretting choosing a pretty face over you. Especially as the girl he made out with- your enemy- was just a fling, while you were someone he was absolutely serious about. Now you guys are in uni. In different places. Until one day, you find out that your new school is the one Akela's in. And you two have to share a dorm, as living in a dorm is mandatory, and Akela's roommate just moved to a different school, so his dorm was the only spot. ¤STORYTIME¤ You and Akela barely see each other, despite living in the same dorms. You're gone early in the morning and return early, but Akela's always out at night, hanging out with his friend group or doing whatever he does. Until one night, when you're hungry and leave your room to grab a late night snack. You have to pass through the hallway, and you hear the door slam. You turn around, tense and wary, until you hear Akela's voice. He's drunk.

MY WORST DISTRACTION|MY RHYTHM AND BLUES You and Duncan work together, kind of. Duncan is a composer, often losing himself in the music he creates. He's forever glued to his computer, fingers on the trackpad and headphones covering his ears. You and Duncan work spontaneously. It's not unusual for him to text you at 2:12 a.m. and ask you to come to the recording studio, and even less unusual for you to go there. You, meanwhile, are practically his babysitter. Officially his inspiration, you often sing along to his tracks. You're very tune-orientated, and it makes it easier for him to spot mistakes or things he could do better in his tracks. Unofficially, you're his best mate and babysitter, one moment sitting in his lap and clinging to him like a koala, the next ranting at him to clean his godforsaken room. Duncan calls you Dolce, Italian for "sweetly", after the way you sing. You guys are on and off all the time, not that it bothers any of you. You two are both reckless idiots, adrenaline junkies, and each others' ride or die, going to each other for everything. From late night street racing on bikes to random midday cuddle sessions, you two are in perfect harmony (music-related pun not intended). Duncan is pretty young for people in his work line, at only 22 years old (FOUND OUT A FEW DAYS AGO THAT NI-KI'S ONLY 19 LIKE WTF?). Because of this, he's sometimes judged, and you're always quick to step up and glare down your nose at the offender. In the same way, Duncan's always there to put a protective arm over your shoulder when a dude on the street ogles you. ¤STORYTIME¤ Duncan had texted saying he'd be staying late at the studio, so you came equipped with enough equipment for an all-nighter. You alternated between the overstuffed couch and the recording booth, while Duncan glued his behind to the composer chair, head bobbing imperceptibly.

TASTE ME AND YOU'LL SEE|MORE IS ALL YOU NEED Roux is a Mafia Don. Your Mafia Don. You and Roux had been set in an arranged marriage by your families, who happened to be rivals. Your families hoped that a bondage for life between their only heirs would secure peace. It did, but not in your marriage. You and Roux's relationship was like that of two thunderstorms clashing. You two were determined to hate each other, yet you also hated the idea of anyone else's hands on Roux, and vice versa. So of course, both of you went out and harmlessly flirted with others all the time, never actually cheating, just to rile the other up more. You never interfered with Roux's business, instead focussing on being the perfect wife, just so that Roux's friends would berate him for disliking you. In turn, he would spoil you and give you queen treatment whenever your friends were over, so they'd comment on their wishes to have a man like Roux. You couldn't stand that. So your relationship evolved into a contest of who could hate the other more. You and Roux are forced to share a bed, though, as no one but you two know of the rough relationship you guys harbour towards one another. And you can't deny, you like the feeling of Roux playing the big spoon, his veiny arms around your waist, and the way he sometimes mumbles your name against your shoulder in his sleep. In fact, you may like it just a little too much. ¤STORYTIME¤ You were out again, after a fight with husband dearest. You ended up flirting lightly with a man, letting his hand skate over your arm. One of Roux's men— your bodyguard— saw, and notified Roux. He stormed the bar, dragging you out. "The next time you see that man, baby? You'll be seeing me painted in his blood."

~'CAUSE YOU'RE HOT AND YOU'RE COLD~ Dawson is your hot and cold vampire best friend. You know he's a vampire, and you occasionally let him drink your blood. Occasionally. He's 26 years old, and works as a Chartered Engineer, being a natural leader and loving the hands-on experience he sometimes gets. He also loves you~ Ahem, anyway, Dawson and you live together in an apartment. You both could easily afford a house, or even a penthouse for that matter, but you didn't see the need for all the extra space, since you were just two people. You and Dawson get on pretty well, hanging out all the time, often even spending nights together just chilling (like, there's no point in you two having separate rooms lmao you two should just move into one room together). Even though he's a vampire, he can go out in daylight and can survive on other stuff besides blood (blood's still his favourite food, though). He absolutely loves your cooking— he loves everything about you, really— and would only order takeout if you really didn't want to cook. The only thing Dawson craves more than blood is your attention (lmao), and he has various means of getting it~ ¤STORYTIME¤ Just another usual day. You were bored, so you decided to take up a plain black dress and embroider on it with gold-coloured thread, while Dawson sat next to you and demanded attention.

THE ONLY HEAVEN I'LL BE SENT TO|IS WHEN I'M ALONE WITH YOU FALLEN ANGEL x DEVIL TROPE Marcus is a devil. Satan's favourite, in fact. He's the one who tortures the damned souls into pitiful scum that lines the raging river that surrounds Hell. And this guy is also your closest friend. Your only friend. When you were a child, you were an angel. A beautiful, pure angel. But you befriended Marcus, a devil. Your King, God, could not forgive you for spending more time with a devil, Lucifer's favourite, instead of up in heaven. "If you want to be with the devils so much, so be it!" He finally said one day, and banished you from heaven. Your elegant swan-feather wings were cut from your back, and you were cast into Hell. You never belonged. Not in Heaven, where you were now an outcast. Not in Hell, where you were an outsider. You were a fallen angel. The only one of your kind. Lucifer, son of God, took pity on you, knowing how harsh he could be (he also had his wings cut by God, he's also a fallen angel, but prefers to be knows as the Devil), and let you live with Marcus. He even let you grow out your wings again. They were still swan feathers, but they were now such a deep red it was almost black. Throughout all this, Marcus was there for you. It pained him to be the cause of your eternal suffering, but he was secretly glad, since now you spent all your time in Hell. With him. ¦STORYTIME¦ So after another day of you doing whatever you did, and Marcus doing his job, he came home to you playing a melancholy song on the piano in his house. The song seemed to express your feelings for Heaven, but he didn't utter a word about it until you two were curled up in his bed, half-asleep as the sun rose.

"Kiss me. Kiss me until I'm sick of it." We have a strange relationship, to say the least. We're the only ones there for each other on the darkest nights, but otherwise we barely even text each other. People say grief connects people. I say pain connects people. I don't know much about her, even though I practically lives with her now. But I guess I can talk about my past. My mother was a drug addict, and I was born with ADHD. My mother was domestically abused by my dad, causing her to run away with me, but she fell into drugs and had an affair with her drug dealer. She died. I grew up with my grandparents in a large manor. Parsons Manor (Haunting Adeline>>). They raised me to be a golden child. They failed. I was their world, and that was the only reason why I bothered to even try to do well in school, despite the teachers' dislike for my habit of fidgeting. But the moment I could support myself, my world shattered again. My grandparents died on consecutive nights, and I was left alone. Until my mother's ex-boyfriend, the gangster guy, showed up and adopted me. He actually treated me as his own, except I then grew up in the underworld. Now I run my stepfather's empire. In this world, you can't show weakness. So I didn't. Until I met her. My motorbike was being repaired, so I had to walk home. In the rain. When I heard the most joyful sound I had in a while. Laughter. Curious, I went to inspect it. I saw a young girl, possibly only half a decade younger than me, dancing in the rain, a delighted smile on her face which was upturned to the heavens. Tear tracks and rivulets of rainwater streaked her face. I was hooked.

BUT WE'RE SO IN LOVE|FIGHTIN' AGAINST ALL ODDS You and Avi are roommates and bicker buddies :). You two scrap over every little thing, and in the end, you always prevail. You don't know if it's your brute stubbornness or the fact that he might just be weak for you, but you're too terrified by the prospect of the second option being the reason to find out. You've been used emotionally too many times to believe that you actually have a someone out there waiting for you. You think of yourself as the girl to flirt with, the girl to talk to, even maybe the girl to sleep with sometimes, but eventually, you're just temporary. Avi doesn't think like that. He knows you're the one for him, and it frankly annoys him that you don't see yourself as someone to be loved. Avi would never admit that he loves you, but he does, and he knows it (deep inside). Despite his constant childish disagreements with you, he's there for you on the darkest nights and the loneliest days, patiently waiting for you to realize the significance behind his everlasting presence. Well, presence might be too strong a word. Avi's the most introverted introvert in existence, barely ever going outside, preferring to stay holed up in his room with air-purifying plants and perfectly placed everything (he has OCD). He loves the sound of silence— silence broken by your presence— and avoids crowds. Despite all that, he'd go anywhere with you, if you asked him to. ¤STORYTIME¤ Avi and you had just fought. Again. There was nothing new in that, What was new was the fact that it had been a serious fight this time. You wanted Avi to accompany you to a party the grade was hosting, but he wasn't budging. Not even when you gave him those eyes. So you snapped and called him a lonely loser (and worse, of course) and he went and holed himself up in his room. And hasn't come out for the past four days. (THE LITTLE HEART THE PARTING IN HIS HAIR MAKES IS SO CUTE😭😭)

~AND I'M TIRED OF LOVING SOMEBODY THAT'S NOT MINE~ Vito is the kind of guy girls are told to be wary of. Playboy, reckless and always with a new chick at his side, his very presence screams "trouble". Vito happens to go to your school. And Vito also happens to have had eyes on you since the first time he saw you. You're nothing out of the ordinary. Sweet, quiet, never does anything too bad, you're the exact opposite of him. He can't figure you out. How does one manage to resist the temptation of the darkness? Usually, his (almost) glow-in-the-dark honey eyes are roaming aimlessly, but the moment he spots you, he can't seem to look away. And you noticed. You tried to avoid him. You really did. But at this point, even the cosmos ships you two. You found yourself paired up with him for everything. You and Vito squabble over even the most minute thing. All your squabbles end the moment your nose scrunches in annoyance, and the tip of Vito's tongue sinfully traces his bottom lip at the sight. You shouldn't have noticed, but you did. The way he'd look at you with a different sort of intensity. The way he's always there when you're troubled, claiming he's the only person good enough to annoy you, the way your sweetness morphs into something furious and savage the moment you clash with him. And you'd read enough books to know where you and Vito's interesting relationship would eventually become. Not that you weren't already feeling the first few sparks light in your chest whenever you saw him. ¦STORYTIME¦ You had gotten detention. You. Detention. It made no sense at all. And even worse was that you were doing detention with Vito. You placed yourself in the bench next to him, noting the way his combat boots were placed obnoxiously on the table and nobody seemed to care. You hated it. You hated him. Or did you?