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PSA about women walking alone at night

Hey, everyone! I was walking home late last night and I just felt like I needed to say some stuff. Yes, it is inspired by true events.

Dudes, let me give you some advice on how to interact with women walking alone late at night. This advice is intended to help you make them feel comfortable and safe from…yeah, you. And also for you to avoid getting your dick kicked into your chest cavity. My females, I’m putting out some tips that I learned from my daddy (who was a cop) that have helped make me feel safer while walking home. (Obviously subject to editing if people have some reliable source they’d like to share that contradicts what I’ve said. It’s about being safe, after all).

My dudes…

If you see a woman walking alone late at night, don’t walk behind her. If you’re going the same way as her, try crossing to the other side of the street, or making it really clear you are not paying any attention to her. If she looks back at you, politely say that you are keeping your distance and wish her a good night. If she stops to let you walk by her, it’s not an insult. It’s for her safety, because she has been trained not to trust men late at night. She is protecting her six, and if you’re a decent guy, you will let her. Don’t ask a woman you see walking late at night for a cigarette, a dollar, or to use her phone. Don’t say shit to her unless it’s to tell her to have a good night and be safe. If you see a woman being harassed, loudly offer to call the police, or just go ahead and do so. Don’t offer to walk her home, because that’s a familiar line and will put her instantly on the defensive. Instead, ask her if you can call her a taxi or contact a friend. If a woman gives you a dirty look when she’s walking home at 2 AM, please don’t call her a bitch. She’s protecting herself, and if you think she has that right, then just take it with an understanding nod, instead of acting like a fucking baby. If you’re a professional driver, don’t follow beside her slowly, like you’re casing her. If she needs a cab, she will make that obvious. If you’re a bouncer, and she is leaving your protection, give her advice on the safest ways to walk. If a woman asks for your help, and you consent to giving it to her, please be respectful of boundaries and make it clear you are not helping her for any reason other than to make sure she is safe.

Women…

Firstly, I know how fucking obnoxious it is to have to tailor your entire life to the sexual urges of predators. I know you just want to say “Screw this” sometimes and go out for a walk because why should you have to stay cooped up? I also know that sometimes, you can’t help it. Sometimes your ride ditches you and you don’t have cab fare. i am not going to lecture you, because you know what you’re doing.

So maybe instead I can give you some things you maybe haven’t thought of before.

1) Take off your high heels. If that grosses you out and you don’t want to carry spare shoes, carry a pair of socks in your purse (or your bra. Come on, they make great hoists) and wear them over your bare feet. I’ve seen those little rubber shoe things too, that look like flats…those are dope.

2) Avoid dark places. Even if it means you have to walk a little out of the way. You need to be able to see everything around your for at least a hundred feet, because a man can clear 100 feet at a dead run, very quickly.

3) Always look around, constantly. Predators want an easy mark, and if you’re paying attention, you cannot be an easy mark.

4) Pass by as many ATM’s as possible and look directly at them. They have continual activity on their cameras, so if you are snatched, the police can document your movements.

5) Only carry cards. If the place you’re going only takes cash, then have a specific amount and no more than that. The idea is to minimize incentives to rob you. If a man approaches you to rob you, and you have nothing to give him, he will likely leave at once, because he is usually nervous and doesn’t want to be identified, so be prepared to empty that bag out on the road and show him you have no valuables.

6) Should you have a weapon? Only if you know how to use them and are willing to do so, otherwise they end up being taken from you and used on you. Long range weapons like pepper spray are better.

7) Don’t talk on your cellphone in the standard way. I know you think that it’s a good idea, but the fact is, it distracts you and holding it can block your line of sight. A man can grab you and smash it and no one can track you. Instead, put it on speaker, tuck it in a pocket, and give constant location updates, if you feel threatened. Or prearrange a text appointment with someone who can call authorities if you don’t reply.

8) No music. Do not be that girl, walking in the dark, with her phone on a loud song to take her mind off the scariness of it. Music draws attention to you and distracts you. It can also mask noises of a confrontation.

9) If a man walks behind you, you have two options. You can put your back to a wall and allow him to pass by you, or you can cross the street. If he follows, find a public place immediately. If this isn’t possible, the fact is, he’s a threat. If it were me, I’d look him right in the eye and make sure he can see that I’m willing to kill. Don’t ignore a threat, and ladies, walking alone at 2 am means every man is a potential threat. Run, if you feel threatened. Who the fuck cares if he isn’t “actually a bad guy” or thinks it’s weird? Just ask yourself, “What if he is a bad guy?”

10) Be willing to drop everything in your hands. If there’s something you don’t want to leave in the street, shove it in your bra or your pocket.

11) There’s a lot of debate about how to deal with an attacker if it does happen. Some say to do what you’re told, and some say to fight like hell. I can’t make that decision for you, but you have to be aware, and try and understand the attacker. Ask questions. If you think they aren’t listening…it’s up to you. Personally, a guy better not try to put his dick in my mouth, because I will bite it the fuck off and see what happens, but thats me. Don’t go with him. If he has a weapon, then he is willing to kill you. So make the choice. If you go with him, you stand a much higher risk of never coming back, because in solitude, with no threat of discovery, he can do whatever he wants. If he wants you to leave where you are, it means that place is safer, so stay in that place.

12) Do learn self defense. If a man can hit you once, he can win. Learn how not to get hit. Learn how to get out of suppression holds. Learn what to do if grabbed from behind.

13) Minimize physical risk. Take off all jewelry, Ponytails are just convenient handles. (I had a friend get grabbed from behind by her ponytail and lifted off the ground, with a knife to her throat. She couldn’t get free because he had all her hair in one hand. Hair is VERY strong. So take your hair down, because if he can only get a handful, you can usually tear free, but if he has all of it, you can’t go anywhere.) Same with loose clothing or clothes with strings. Keys are weapons, rings are weapons. High heeled shoes can kill a man.

14) The cops will not be angry with you if you call them because you feel threatened, and it turns out nothing is wrong. They just won’t. In fact, I can think of at least ten famous cases where a woman called the cops because she was being followed and it turned out the guy was like some horrible rapist or murderer they finally caught.

15) You have the right to defend yourself. Better to be alive and dealing with assault charges than dead in a gutter.

One time I flipped a jogger upside down because he came up behind me really fast while I was walking home from work at midnight. He laid on his back looking up at me like “WTF DID I DO” and I just said to him, “Hey man, I am really sorry, but you scared the shit outta me.” And helped him up. 

And you know what? He was totally cool about it. Said he completely understood and asked me what martial art that was. I told him it was Aikido and then offered to pay his cleaning or medical later if he needed it. He shook his head and goes, “No, ma’am, we’re good.” and jogged on. 

I’m not telling you that so that you kick every man you see at night in the balls. Men have to walk home at night sometimes, same as us. I’m telling you that because women have been taught they have no right to be fierce. And they absolutely do. It’s better to defend yourself first and ask questions later, to run first and feel silly later, to strip down or button up first and let loose later.

Be safe. Women, be smart. And dudes…don’t take this personally. If you agree that women should be equals, then treat them with respect.

My Life as a Cartoon Network Intern (and how I think you can Intern in Animation too!)

Over this past summer, I was given the amazing opportunity to be a Production Intern at Cartoon Network (I worked on Clarence; woo!)

Every once in a while I get people who either come up to me in person, or who message me on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram etc. and ask me how I got the opportunity, and how they can intern in animation as well. Recently (Over the course of the last week or so) I’ve been asked a bunch, so I decided to create this massive master post in an attempt to get the information out to as many artists (and non-artists) as possible! 

I know a lot of people who feel like getting into the animation industry is completely impossible, (I should know, I felt the exact same way not too long ago) and I also know just how LITTLE references there actually are on finding an internship, and beyond that, the type of experiences that people who gotten the chance to intern have had. I told myself that if I got the internship, I would try to change that, and here we are! (A little late, but I really want to make this as helpful as possible)

If you all could please Reblog this to your followers I would love it! You never know who’s looking and hopefully, I can help people with my experiences! 

So to make it easier for people who don’t have the time to read all of my ramblings, AND for the sake of ease/reference; I’m going to break this post up into different sections: My Internship search My initial excitement/rejections - How I got the internship - My experience as an Intern and How Interning has helped me as an artist

My Internship search: 

Halfway through last year (My Sophomore year of college) I had decided that I would take a leap of faith and apply for some internships. I didn’t expect much of it, but my hopes were high because I thought I had at least a halfway decent portfolio, and my resume had some pretty okay animation experience on it (I’m the head of the only Animation organization on campus) and I’m majoring in animation so I had some 3D experience and 2D experience (which I’ve worked on on my own time, since it’s what I want to do) 

One of my biggest worries was the fact that I go to a state school: Southern Illinois University. The school is great, and I love it there, but I couldn’t afford art school, so I was very worried about how many opportunities there would be for me in Southern Illinois. Especially with the amount of amazing art that I see coming from people who go to schools like CalArs, Sheridan and the like. I was frustrated because I wasn’t there and felt like I would never get the opportunity to work in animation, which has been my dream since I could hold a pencil. Cartoons have changed my life, and they still do; but I was genuinely afraid that because I couldn’t afford a more art-related education, that I wouldn’t get the opportunity to tell stories like I’ve always dreamed. (But I digress) 

As I was saying: I was doing all of your standard (I want/need a job) searches to try to find something in animation: Glassdoor, Internships.com, JOBS.com; stuff like that. FUN FACT: I’ve read every single Glassdoor review for both Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon. Every Job. All of them.

Some internships are a lot easier to find: Nickelodeon, Disney, Titmouse

While some are WAAAAAY more elusive: Cartoon Network… 

This narrowed my search down from a bunch of animation studios.. to a handful. My candidates were: Nickelodeon, Dreamworks and Titmouse. (All wonderful animation studios!) Now here’s where it gets interesting:

 My initial excitement/Rejections:

I didn’t hear back from any of them! NOT ONE. Which I learned after a very long, VERY stressful waiting period. (At this time it was early to mid April) Now; I knew that I was really too young to be applying for the internships, (I’m young for my grade so I was 19 at the time) And I knew that all of these internships specified that they wanted a Junior or above, but I figured since the year was almost over and I had good grades that MAYBE, they would let me slide. But I had no real experience working in animation, and although my hopes were high, they were also reeeeeeeal low. 

After waiting for the few weeks that I did, and not hearing a peep, I was dejected, frustrated, and I felt like there was no hope for me… Which leads us to…

HOW I GOT THE INTERNSHIP: 

When it comes to how I actually GOT the job: The answer I want to give you guys is that it was complete luck, and that by a series of random occurrences, somehow I was offered the position…. BUT, that’s only half true. Honestly, I worked really hard on making sure that I had as good a résumé as I possibly could: 

By that, I mean that I’ve worked really hard in school to get good grades/dean’s list/honors program, etc.; and I also started an animation organization on campus. (There’s a major, but there was a huge lack of enthusiasm and community within the program at SIU so I wanted to help to bring other artists and myself closer, and make great art while we’re at it) 

On top of that, I wrote (what I think was) a really good cover letter. But… Even with all three of those things, I don’t know if I would have gotten the position if it wasn’t for the internship coordinator at my school. I go to Southern Illinois University, and she pointed me in the direction of the Cartoon Network internship. (The Turner website isn’t like Nickelodeon, they only post internships when there’s a position to be filled)

LUCKILY for me, the Producer of Clarence (The wonderful Keith Mack) is an alum from SIU, so he connected with the internship coordinator (bless her heart) and I learned exactly when the position opened up. My resume and things got sent straight to him. I got a Skype interview a couple of weeks later, and I got accepted the day of the interview!

So I mean… Looking back, it was half luck, half hard work. 

It’s not like the grades and stuff really matter outside of college; Grades are just arbitrary letters, after all. But, I say that to say that I’ve tried to work hard in college even though I’m not at an art school, and that if you’re focused, it doesn’t really matter WHAT you’re good at; but how hard you work and the type of person you are. You can never go to college but be an amazing artist and an amazing person, and if you meet that ONE right person, or if you’re at that ONE correct place at the correct time; amazing things can happen; and I FIRMLY believe that. 

While I was at CN I was talking to someone (I don’t know if it’s best to call her out by name?..) But anyway she was telling me about how some of the artists are found at CN and she told me that Tumblr, YES TUMBLR. Is a HUUUUUUUUGE factor in the hiring of some people! So if you can… POST POST POST! Putting your art out there is the absolute best way to get seen. You NEVER know who’s looking at your artwork, and this website is an amazing platform for sharing, and learning about art. (And as a shameless plug: The blog Artists-Everyday is actually meant for just that ;) check it ouuuuut)

But moving forward; let’s talk about: 

THE INTERVIEW:

The interview to be an intern at CN was both really intimidating, and really comfortable at the same time. I love animation pretty much more than anything, so the idea that a single interview could determine whether or not I got a life-changing opportunity was pretty much one of the most daunting things that I could think of. The fact that I was in southern Illinois RIGHT at the time that I would have had to interview really didn’t help either… It was really scary to me, because it meant that I wasn’t going to be able to interview in person. It was a Skype interview, (a group one at that) and it was my first time ever interviewing for a position online. 

Once I got past all of the initial fear, the interview was smooth sailing. They had already seen my resume and cover letter; so we really just spent a lot of time talking about casual things: my favorite animated movie, what my favorite episode of Clarence was, etc. It wasn’t like your usual interview where they ask “why would we hire you” or “what is your greatest weakness” and I really appreciated that. They weren’t robots, they weren’t the ANIMATION GODS like I was imagining in my head – they were actual people, who happen to love animation, and the interview reflected that. 

I learned that I had gotten the position the day that I interviewed, and I’m SO GLAD I didn’t have to wait any more days, because at that point I was on fire on the inside. II don’t know what the hiring process was like for interns on different shows, so don’t take my word for how long it’ll take if you make it this far) 


MY EXPERIENCE AS AN INTERN/HOW IT’S HELPED ME AS AN ARTIST:

There is no one word to describe how amazing it is to work at Cartoon Network. A lot of CN stuff is “hush hush” high security, and they don’t allow you to take pictures of the inside of the buildings - So I’m not going to say much, other than: It’s magic. Pure magic. But I will say one thing: Free food. AT ALL TIMES. EVERY DAY. 

Working there is one of the most creatively satisfying things I’ve ever done in my life. The people, the atmosphere… it was all so inspiring. I’ve learned more in those past three months than I have in the last two years, and It’s all because I was surrounded by so many people who are better than me. People, who I might add, are some of the greatest, nicest, and most helpful people I’ve met in a long time. Plus, Cartoon Network really goes out on a limb to take care of their employees. 

I got to sit in on voice actors doing their recordings, I got to see storyboard pitches, I got to see animatics and assets for episodes that were unaired, and it was all being created right in front of me by such PASSIONATE people. 

I EVEN GOT TO MEET TOM KENNY. He remembered my name… 

As a production intern you get to see the logistic side of things: and you really grow to appreciate Production and that side of the industry, because without the production team, there would be no show! Even though I want to be a storyboard artist, I now know more about the industry and Cartoon Network as a whole, and it makes me feel much more connected to the shows that I watch on television.

One of the other biggest things about the program is the fact that I got to take storyboard/character design tests for practice, and I got the chance to pitch a show to the studio, in front of the Clarence Crew and even some really important executives! which was an AMAZING opportunity that I learned a TON from. I got amazing feedback, and I had to push myself harder than I’ve ever pushed myself before. Mentally, artistically, and personally. 


IN CONCLUSION

It’s possible. Being an intern at an animation studio is possible. Getting a job in animation is possible. Making friends in animation, and actually feeling like you belong to something you’ve dreamed about since you were a child is POSSIBLE. It doesn’t matter where you go to school, it doesn’t matter if you’re afraid, and it doesn’t matter what you look like. People are drawn to people who are genuine; and if you love animation, or production, or storyboarding or character design, and you work hard and try to really open yourself up artistically; you CAN do it. Take it from the 20 year old black guy who loves anime, video games and cartoons. You can do it. 


I don’t know how many people will see this or how helpful it actually is; but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE feel free to share this info with your followers, and on top of that if you guys EVER have any questions about my experiences or need me to clarify anything for ANY reason you’re absolutely welcome to contact me! 

I know how many people would love to intern, and I know (from experience) how DREADFUL It is to find conducive information about how the process works and how YOU can get an internship. 

Hope you guys stuck with this post till the end, and like I said if you ever have any more questions, (hell, or if you even want to share YOUR art with me… I’m always open!) 

TL;DR:                  This Gif Sums it Up 

-Sean 

this a post (complete with links, pictures and other tips) dedicated to all of you struggling through what seems to be a hell they call high school. i get it. i struggled through it, all my friends endured it and you’re probably in the same boat of wanting to throw yourself down each flight of stairs that presents itself. but please don’t do that! i’m here to help, friend!! this is a comprehensive list of all the things i learned from my time in high school. i hope this helps at least one person out there! as always, if you guys have any questions, my ask box is open :)

before we get into it: this is a link to my study routine because some people have been asking for it and don’t have a section in this post to put it under so i’m just going to leave it here.

self-care advice:

okay so, i’m going to be completely upfront with you. high school is hard. it’s especially hard if you want to do well. i can honestly say that senior year took its toll in more ways than one when i didn’t take care of myself or pay attention to my body’s needs. so here are some self-care tips to keep you happy & healthy.

1. eat a lot & stay hydrated

when you’re trying to finish a 2000 word essay, or pretty much all but shoving toothpicks in your eyes to stay up studying for an exam the next day, food is your best friend. food helps your brain work better and you’ll find that your concentration levels increase when you study on a filled stomach. there are lots of brain foods out there like dark chocolate, nuts, vegetable sticks etc. but don’t forget to reward yourself with a food of your choice after you feel like you’ve done a lot of work. couple all of this with lots of water to keep you feeling refreshed.

2. pamper yourself

i am completely aware of the fact that high school students don’t have the time to go to a spa or sauna every other weekend. however, you deserve a nice long bath or a good face scrub every now and then. other things you can indulge in:

  • sheet masks
  • body lotion (especially the nice smelling ones)
  • scented candles
  • hand cream
  • nail polish
  • eye masks
  • a good facial cleanser
  • serums
  • bath bombs

and the list goes on. trust me, being physically relaxed plays a big part in how your brain performs. if you feel a bit gross, take a shower before you start studying. it’s little things like that that’ll make a massive difference.

3. sleep

everyone says it, i know. but it’s so important. if you don’t get sleep the night before because you were cramming for tomorrow morning’s exam, go home and take a nap in the afternoon. get some shuteye in one form or another. pls. 

4. believe in yourself

it sounds so weird, and it’s usually not included in posts like these but in my opinion it’s one of, if not the most, important factor in high school success. think about it. if you’re spending those years of your life doubting whether your answer is correct, whether your science report is as good as the next person’s or whether your friends truly like you, you’re using up a lot of energy that could be used for things that’ll actually benefit you in the long run. that’s why my blog is titled “breathe” - because that’s exactly what you have to do, and sometimes that’s the only thing you can do in order to keep going. chin up. you’re going to be okay. you’re doing great. i believe in you. and you should believe in you too. 

organisational tips:

1. plan everything

i’m telling you now, get some kind of planning system. whether you want to use a bullet journal, a planner, a diary, an app, a computer program or your grandma’s paper napkins, seriously just pick something. when you have seven different classes and you have assessment for each, i highly doubt you’re going to remember every task that goes along with them. so, just take my word for it and plan plan plan.

here’s a link to how i used my planner back in high school. 

i also recommend a whiteboard monthly calendar so you can keep track of all of the important dates you need to remember.

2. post-its

i love love love post-its. i honestly can’t stop myself from buying them - especially the cute animal ones. post-its saved my butt when keeping my books organised and easy to navigate. you can use them to separate different semesters, chapters, lectures, topics etc. i also use post-its to mark any questions, sections or subjects that i’m unsure of so that i can ask my teacher about it the next day. i then write down the answer or explanation on a separate sticky note and stick it next to the question so i can refer back to it when studying for exams.

+ look at all the different kinds of cute post-its you can get!

so you can obviously get all your standard, basic post-its.

buuutttttttt, you can also get all of these fun ones too! they make studying a lot easier and a lot more fun, trust me. 

3. figure out a system that works for you

so in high school, i liked having notebooks for each class and having an accordion folder to hold all my papers. that worked perfectly fine for me but there may be other methods that work better for you. i suggest, especially if you’re just about to start or just started high school, that you experiment with different organisational systems to find which one suits you best.

i’ve got a page dedicated to my favourite supplies and how i use them. i hope you can get some inspiration from it in some way. 

motivational tips:

1. quotes

go on google, tumblr, facebook, instagram, weheartit or whatever tickles your fancy and search up some quotes that inspire you. it sounds really corny, but i’m telling you that it works. i had three quotes above my desk and they always used to motivate me when all i could think about was crashing into the comfort of my blankets. i would pick quotes and write/draw them out myself so i could add my own spin on them. i used:

  • “make hermione proud”
  • “effort only fully releases its rewards to those who refuse to quit”
  • “you have galaxies in your head, don’t let anyone tell you you cannot shine”

ta-da!

2. studyblr

this community! it’s the best motivation in my opinion. whenever i was in a procrastination slump, i would scroll through the studyblr tag or scroll through studyblr blogs and before i knew it i’d be ready to study for another hour. it’s honestly one of the most helpful resources, and if it’s available to you then i definitely recommend that you use it!

3. music

get yourself a study playlist. it’s amazing what music can do for your mood. add a mix of songs that will get you pumped to blitz through that 5-star difficulty chemistry question and songs that will help you concentrate when you need to find the right word for that english essay. studying when it’s dead quiet is weirdly deafening to me and i can’t concentrate if there isn’t some sort of background noise. just add whatever helps you - whether it be panic!, classical or in my case, kpop hehe

i have a playlist suggestion on my blog if you want to try listening to some new songs. :)

that’s all, folks!

in all honesty, high school isn’t going to be a walk in the park if you want to succeed. it takes dedication, a lot of persistence and a consistent work ethic. you need to know what you’re aiming for, and you need to want it just as much, if not more, than the person who wants the same thing. my high school experience was stressful and anxiety inducing, but i can honestly say that the rewards on the flip side are very much worth it. you’ve got this. you’ll do a lot more than survive. you will succeed. 

you can do it! i believe in you! 

stay motivated x

Bad Things

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request(s): If you could, would you make an imagine where Y/N and Tom are working together on a project and Y/N likes to tease Haz or one of the other guys on set and Tom gets jealous (even though she likes him) and at some point he goes down on her and finishes saying something like “That’s how a guy should please you, darling” or something? Thank you! :)

Word Count: 3685 (The beginning wasn’t descriptive enough and then I made the beginning of the smut descriptive and then I stopped being horny for the end so it was pretty bad)

Song: Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello  

Summary: You and Tom have been friends for a while and he helps you get a job on Infinity War. He normally brings friends on set so you thought nothing of Harrison, the cute blond that looks at you in a way that Tom doesn’t like.

Warning(s): (UM SO LIKE JUST A WARNING FOR THE WARNINGS: I WON’T DO MORE STUFF LIKE THIS IF NO ONE LIKES IT THIS COULD HONESTLY BE WAY BETTER I’M SORRY anyway back to your regularly scheduled programming) S M U TT, jealous!Tom, I forgot to write a condom scene so like unprotected sex (Assume that the reader is on the pill)(just remember don’t be silly cover your willy), it’s kinda just kinky like there’s “daddy” and “babygirl”, a little bit of orgasm denial, rough sex, yeah lemme just go burn my laptop now

Author’s Note: Pass me some holy water because this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. And I know that that doesn’t say much because I’ve written smut a whopping total of 2 other times but STILL I’M NOT SURE WHETHER I SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THE SMUT OR PROUD OF HOW IT TURNED OUT BECAUSE IT COULD BE SO MUCH WORSE. But on a completely unrelated note, I start school tomorrow so I will probably be posting a lot less since my mom is crazy strict about homework and it makes a little sense but not enough to justify it BUT I will not burden you with my problems enjoy this sin-fest!

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soulmate au | college au

↝ pairing: mark tuan | reader

↝ genre: fluff + soft angst 

↝ word count: 8.825

author’s note: uh, so it turns out i’m a sucker for soulmate aus. thanks anon for requesting! hope this is as fluffy as you wanted!!


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Summary: The story of how you met a teleporter, lost a boy, and found out more than you figured you ever would about the world, yourself, and Jongin.
Scenario: teleportation!au, fluff, angst
Word Count: 7,285

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anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

{Special} College!AU Bambam
  • major: biochemistry 
  • minor: took film for a semester and then dropped it when the teacher disagreed with his opinion on dr. dolittle being the best comedy of all time 
  • sports: quote on quote “what’s the point of sports when i burn calories with all this swag” 
  • clubs: chemistry club, tried to join a frat but jb made sure that did NOT happen
  • when people first meet bambam they’re like “you’re a fashion major? a english major? a theater major? a,,,,,,,,,,art major???” and he’s like “noooo im not good at art and writing, im good at BLOWING THINGS UP” aka he’s a science major
  • nd he’s like,,,,,,pretty good?? like he’d be better if he ACTUALLY studied 
  • because when he does he ends up doing really well,,,,like on tests if he gets his hands on someone else’s notes and spends at least 2 hours reading through them he gets by with like a 90% without even trying TOO hard
  • the problem is,,,,,,,,,,,he never does that. he never studies. he gets swept up in campus drama or parties or his own personal relationships and stuff 
  • and in lab he’s a headache for the poor teacher because his questions always stray from the topic at hand and go “if i put chemical x and chemical y in water at the same time i could theoretically make something strong enough to burn through skin right??????” and the teacher is like “yes but that’s not-” and bambam is like “where’s jinyoung i gotta get him back for hitting me over the head with one of his big ass ‘political’ textbooks” 
  • and the teacher just has their head in their hands and the class is laughing and it’s just like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,bambam,,,,,,,,,are you seriously interested in a career in science??? 
  • but in a way bambam doesn’t really know what he wants?? he’s a creative person with a good fashion sense and he’d fit so well into the art community but he like doubts his skills ?? even though it never seems like it
  • he’s always internally hard on himself and he’s convinced the only way he can maybe prove he’s good is if he gets a successful job as a doctor or engineer
  • but at the same time does he really want to do that for a living??? like it’s fun to experiment but classes that deal with math and theory are kind of boring to him
  • but bambam just keeps it to himself,,,,,he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s worried and maybe that’s why he distracts himself with gossip and parties and oh my god taehyung hooked up with who?? oh hyuk is throwing a party?? 
  • and you’re familiar with bambam from the first day you start your work study as a TA to the chemistry professors lab program because all the students there have their coats on and their goggles and their notebooks
  • and bambam is sitting there with what looks like a labcoat that is bright green instead of the standard white, his name sewed in cursive on the pocket, and goggles with stars bedazzled on the side
  • and he’s the only with bright blonde hair and dangling earrings and when he raises his hand the teacher lets out the biggest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life
  • before turning to you and he’s like “you have one job. take care of that one.”
  • ‘that one’ is of course, none other than bambam
  • and lab happens two days a week and those two days a week are straight up Teasing from bambam on your part
  • from the second you introduce yourself to his group, bambam goes “i’d much rather learn from you than that old grumpy professor,,,,,,,,you’re cuter (;”
  • and his greasy cheesiness at first off-puts you but somehow you find yourself falling into it
  • and as you’re leaning over his shoulder to correct some of his notes he goes “ahhh,,,,my heart might explode with you so close to me~”
  • and you roll your eyes but like,,,,,,,,,,,it’s also kinda cute
  • having someone’s attention and being around someone who is so open with their feelings like it’s nice like who doesn’t like attention
  • but also the teacher loves you because bambam has focused his energy onto you and not onto asking him what kind of atoms make someone tall and someone short
  • but,,,,,,that all changes when the science department gets a new lab technician, a tall and handsome recent graduate nichkhun  
  • who from the first day is very sweet and helpful,,,,reminding you to roll your sleeves up when you get near the burner
  • and asking you if you’ve eaten before lab start 
  • and bambam notices this because he’s Nosy and Mischievous ,,,,,,,and he does not let you live it down
  • all of his flirtatious little come-ons turn into teasing you about nichkhun and how ‘cute’ you’d look together and how much he thinks his hyung likes you
  • and nichkhun just brushes all of it off,,,,,,because he’s older than you and he’s your colleague. both of you don’t talk outside of the lab
  • but bambam think it’s the funniest thing ever to keep trying to pair the two of you together  
  • but one day he goes a bit,,,,,too far,,,,,,you’re all sitting around the table and you’re helping someone else in bambam’s group figure out the equation needed to change the temperature into kelvin when you hear bambam call over nichkhun
  • and nichkhun gives everyone a friendly smile and of course one to you as well but bambam nudges nichkhun and is like “hyung,,,,,,,,your staring is obvious~ when will you two date? have you exchanged numbers?”
  • and you’re trying to help someone so you’re like “bambam, not now”
  • but it goes completely over his head and bambam is like “ill get their number for you hyung, you interested?” and you slam the pencil you’re holding down and you’re like “bambam. stop.” and nichkhun is like “bambam, really we are just acquaintances” 
  • and bambam is looking at you, your pissed off expression and he’s like “ok,,,,,,fine.”
  • and you go back to helping the student and bambam doesn’t speak to you and you don’t speak to him 
  • you try to tell yourself not to think about it because like you don’t care about nichkhun,,,,,,what bothers you is the fact that bambam had always been so sweet and affectionate toward you in the beginning
  • telling you how much he likes your eyes, staring at you when you were working with the burner, even poking your cheek with the eraser of his pencil because he claimed the sound of surprise you’d make was cute
  • but ,,,,,,,, now with him always pushing this other guy onto you like it makes you realized that perhaps all of that ‘flirting’ was really just a part of his personality, he’s just that person who teases people without having real feelings for them
  • and you had never been comfortable with openly coming to terms with the fact that your liking for bambam had turned into a bit of a crush,,,,,,maybe partially because he’d be so interested in you but also,,,,,it’s hard not to fall for someone so outspoken. so unique
  • with his tall, slender body,,,,sharp jaw,,,,,,,,mesmerizing gaze,,,,,,how his lips look partially open in concentration,,,,,,,how his laugh is loud,,,,,how he’s silly but also so??????? gorgeous 
  • like how could he be sitting there looking like a prince from the cover of a novel to dabbing every time the teacher says the word “ethanol” 
  • but it’s obvious with the way he was totally ok with the idea of you and nichkhun,,,,,,,that those compliments and his flirting was all just a way of him killing his boredom in class
  • so when you return to lab the following week, you don’t even spare him a glance. you think instead about what you’re going to do later,,,,,,,,and you get a text from a friend asking if you’d want to go on a double blind date with them
  • and you peek at bambam whose happily laughing with someone from another group and you reply that sure, you’ll go
  • the date is in some cafe half a mile off campus and you don’t know if you’ve even put ‘effort’ into your outfit tbh you just want a distraction
  • and your friend is mindlessly telling you about this class they’re taking on portuguese film when you’re approached by two guys,,,,,,one you know is totally your friends type so you let them go off and start chatting
  • the other one seems as awkward as you are about this situation,,,,he’s quite tall for what he says his age is and his black hair is cut in a kind of mushroom style with his bangs falling in front of his face but he seems nice,,,,,,,,,
  • and you tell him your name and he goes in a bit of a high voice, “im yugyeom!”
  • and your friend and their date are completely hitting it off as you and yugyeom sit in the corner sipping chocolate latte’s in silence until he asks what your work study is about and you tell him about the lab
  • and yugyeom stops and then tilts his head and he says your name outloud and you’re like yes? and he’s like and you’re the TA for chem lab,,,,,,,,,,,,,,then you must know my best friend!!!
  • and you’re like ????? who is it and he’s like “bambam!”
  • and the straw kind of falls out of your mouth but you regain your composure and you’re like “ah- yes i do” and yugyeom is all smiles and in your head you’re like change the subject change the subj-
  • “you’re the TA, he’s actually talked about you a loooooot!!”
  • and you’re like wait excuse me what now
  • and yugyeom is tapping his chin with his finger and he’s like “he mentioned that he was doing even worse in lab since you came along,,,,he already doesn’t concentrate but he was like like ‘yugyeom i couldn’t even take a single thing down i kept wanting to look at them’ it was so funny, actually hasn’t he asked you out??????”
  • and you’re sitting there with your jaw practically on the floor
  • and yugyeom is like “are you on this blind date because you didn’t like him back or did that loser never ask you?”
  • and he’s asking it jokingly but you look down at your hands and blink because wait,,,,,,,,,,bambam talked about you to his bestfriend????? he told his bestfriend,,,he ,,,,,,liked??? you????
  • and yugyeom is like “hey- are you ok?” and you get up and you’re like “yugyeom you’re nice and all but i-”
  • and he grins and waves his hand in front of his face like “i get it. by the way bambam is probably in the library right now, jaebum forced him to go and stay there. forced him or gave him ten bucks something like that~”
  • and you look over at your friend and yugyeom is like “don’t worry, ill take care of it ^^” and you’re like,,,,,,,ok thank you so much
  • and you don’t know why but you can’t even walk properly, your excited because the thought of,,,,,,,,,, “he likes me,,,,,he likes me,,,,,nichkhun was just a joke,,,,,,but why,,,,,,,,does he like me? he must,,,,,,,,maybe,,,,,”
  • and you can’t believe it but you’re running, trying your hardest not to bump into student on their way back and forth from classes
  • and you get to the library,,,,,but it’s closing and you try to tell the librarian you just have to see if someone is still there and she’s like “no one is here, go” and you’re like,,,,,,,standing there defeated
  • until you feel someones hand on your shoulder
  • and you turn and bambam is there, notebook under his arm and a smile on his face and he’s like “what are doing here TA?”
  • and you’re like “i,,,,,,,,” but you freeze up and you’re not sure what to say because well you were kind of standoffish to him for a while
  • and he seems so fine just smiling here in front of you that you find yourself doubting what yugyeom told you like how can you even trust yugyeom like you just met him on some stupid blind date what if he didn’t even know bambam what if this was all-
  • but you don’t have to say anything because bambam sheepishly scratches his neck and is like “i wanted to find you and tell you something by the way”
  • and you’re like “oh,,,,,?”
  • and bambam flicks his eyes to look into yours and you’re like holy shit his lashes are so pretty and long what,,,,,,,but bambam intentionally lowers his voice and is like
  • “i was really childish to keep teasing you and nichkhun hyung. im sorry i made both of you uncomfortable.” 
  • and you stop for a second because ok you kinda were expecting that confession but also your heart warm a bit because it’s nice to see him reflect on his mistake 
  • and you play with your fingers but ofc you’re like “it’s ok,,,,,,,but why did you keep pushing it? the one i like isn’t nichkhun,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re shyly blushing now a bit and bambam gives a nervous chuckle and he’s like 
  • “i thought you’d be into guys like him! you know,,,,,,guys who are actually going places with their life. you’re definitely not into losers like me.”
  • the words make you look up in shock because bambam has always been this mr. confidence to you and ,,,,,,,did he just call himself a loser??
  • and the usual bambam who stands tall, chest out with a gleaming grin on his face is now hunched over, hair in his eyes as he speaks in embarrassment
  • and you’re like “is that what you think of yourself?” and bambam coughs a bit because he’s never,,,,,,,really,,,,,,,,,told anyone,,,,,,but he just shrugs and is like “kinda,,,,,,you’ve seen my lab grades. im not a genius - im not getting a job as easily as someone as nichkhun,,,,,”
  • now his voice is breaking a bit,,,,and you’ve never seen this side of him because you’ve always only know the vibrant bambam whose popular on campus for dabbing during lectures or getting the most likes on his instagram or hell being that kid at the party who drew a mustache on the president of the college’s portrait 
  • you never knew there was this much self criticism within him and you put your hand out, pulling him forward so you can wrap your arms around his waist
  • and it shocks bambam, he drops the notebooks he was holding and he kind of hesitates with the warm feeling of your body pressed against his
  • and he’s like “it’s ok - p-please don’t pity me-”
  • and you muffle your words and he has to bend his head to hear
  • and you look up and you’re like “,,,,,,you may not be a genius but you’re not a loser bambam,,,,,,,,you’re such an open and lovely person,,,,,,,you have so much about you that people adore and are jealous of,,,”
  • bambam’s eyes widen a bit and he just chuckles and he’s like “no one is jealous of me-”
  • and you’re like “you’re wrong!! not a lot of people can be as friendly and as social as you without being fake or mean about it. you’re genuine with people,,,,,,,you put yourself out there and don’t show that you’re hurt,,,,you’re so strong i wish i could be like that too,,,,,,”
  • somehow you picture the bambam that you first met, who maybe your teacher didn’t like all that much, but who made the class laugh. who made the people around him happy.
  • no one had known he was harboring this look on himself and it hurt your heart to think you were too selfish in your thoughts to think of the other reason as to why bambam might have tried to push nichkhun toward you,,,,,,,,
  • you never imagined he could feel like he wasn’t good enough
  • and bambam hears you sniffle a bit you can’t believe you’re crying but imagining the smiles he’d have to fake or the thoughts that haunted him it makes you so sad
  • and you feel his warm finger press against your cheek, wiping the small tears that come down
  • and he’s like “i never thought someone as perfect as you would be jealous of me,,,,”
  • and you swallow and you’re like “i’m jealous, it’s true but that openness about you,,,,,,it makes me like you so so so much too”
  • this catches him off-guard once again and bambam let’s you go and points to his face in shock again and he’s like
  • “you like me?”
  • and you’re like “yes, which is why i would get pissed even more when you were like nichkhun this nichkhun that like i don’t like him dummy i like YOU”
  • blinking back in confusion bambam straightens his back and he’s like “huh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i can’t believe i beat hyung,,,,”
  • you roll your eyes and you’re like “is that really what you’re thinking about now?”
  • and bambam is like heY nichkhun is hard to beat like his has a face, money, a C A  R and you’re like oh my god and you have the face too, plus the personality 
  • and bambam raises an eyebrow and suddenly you can feel he’s back to his trickster self because he goes “are you sure you’re not just saying that because i complimented you so much?”
  • and you swat his arm you’re like “why,,,,,were those compliments a lie?” and bambam is like nO to be honest i should have laid it on more thick like when you would bend over to get something you dropped and i would be like hey that line of you-
  • and you put your hand over his mouth and you’re like don’t start
  • and he just grins under your hand and gives your palm a kiss and you’re like bAMBAM and he’s like what i can do that now because,,,,,,we’re gonna date right
  • you pretend to think about it for a bit and bambam is like omg don’t tell me you’re gonna reject me after all that c’mon ill get on my knees
  • and he literally does get on his knobby knees and you’re like bAMBAM GET UP and he’s like no ill stay like this till you say yes
  • and you’re like yeS YES fine yes i was going to say yes anyway
  • and bambam dabs because hell yeah you’re his s/o now
  • and you want to smack your face with your hand but you just settle for dabbing along with him beCAUSE WHY NOT YOUR BAMS OTHER HALF NOW YOU GOTTA MEME
  • amazingly the day is a lab and nichkhun comes by to hand out some gloves and bambam leans over and he’s like “hyung,,,,,,you lost your chance with the hottest person on campus because guess what they’re ALL MINE now” and he turns to wink at you
  • and you hide behind your notebook because gfhaljfghkfjsla he’s so corny
  • and nichkhun just grins and pats bambam’s shoulder and is like “if you need to borrow my car to take your sweetheart out for a date - just let me know”
  • and bambam is like OMG REALLY and nichkhun is like lmao no not really are you kidding i wouldn’t trust you with my water bottle i am not trusting you with my car
  • but you and bambam do have a first date,,,, a crazy one because bambam thinks it’s the brightest idea in the world to take you to a club
  • but it’s like why not you might as well let loose with your boyfriend it’s a friday anyway
  • but wow bambam cannot hold his drink and when he dances it’s like long limbs everywhere
  • but it doesn’t matter because the whole night he keeps you near him and you guys get matching light-up necklaces and bambam gets a hold of the djays mic at some point just to scream out i really rEALLY like you y/n
  • and you’re once again hiding behind your cup but gosh he’s cute ok
  • at the end of the night you meetup with jackson and yugyeom who were also there and they help carry bambam whose stumbling everywhere and when you drop the boys off at the dorm
  • bambam is like “goooooodbye kisssssss” and you’re like this is a first date ,,,,,,,,,,, but bambam is puckering his lips and he looks so silly that you just do it
  • and jackson is like AYEEEEE and yugyeom just winks at you because your little secret about how this wouldn’t have happened without him spilling the beans is still,,,,,a secret
  • and you learn that dating bambam is a RIDE but it’s never ever boring and he’s so full of affection
  • and the best part is he is so damn open about it to the point where it can get really embarrassing really fast
  • like you’ll be sitting with the study group for biochem majors and you’re there to help bambam with any chem stuff and he just looks over as you’re solving a problem
  • and brushes his hand over your shoulder and he’s like “so,,,nice,,,,,,,so soft,,,,,,,your skin is always glowing i want to kiss it let’s go somewhere where i can kiss it all i wan-”
  • and you’re like packing up your books dragging bambam away by the ear going bYEEEEE to the rest of the group
  • and you scold him to not be so Vocal about his Desires
  • but bambam just whines and he’s like b U UUUUU T I llllllOO OOVeeee you
  • and you’re like yes i love you too but im not going to go down to the music building open the door and go “I REALLY WANNA MAKEOUT WITH MY HOT BOYFRIEND RIGHT NOW”
  • and bambam completely misses the point because he leans in and smirks and is like “is that what you wanna do? we can do tha-”
  • and you put your hand in his face and you’re like no we’re gonna study right now
  • jb thinks you’re a gift from God because you actually get bambam to study for his tests 
  • and ever since he started dating you his grades have gone up
  • even though he isn’t 100% sure this is the major for him,,,,,he feels like he excels at it and you’re always cheering him on and that makes him wanna work even harder
  • also the fashion majors keep asking you to ask bambam if he’d consider being a model for them and you’re like you can ask him yourself he’s a really sweet guy and they’re like omg no he’s too cool
  • and you wanna laugh because they don’t know how much of an ACTUAL dork your boyfriend is
  • just because he wears a leather jacket and brand-names doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to do horrible aegyo for you to buy him ice-cream like
  • also bambam is the king of social media, we all know this and his snapchat story is just full of him getting you to try out the filters with him
  • and his sister always snaps back that she doesn’t get what bambam did to deserve someone like you who puts up with him
  • and bambam is like “because they love me um???????” and you’re like OTL i do,,,,,,and his sister is always like i wanna meet you!!!! so i can tell you all of bambam’s childhood secrets!!! and bambam is like sis i will block u don’t test me
  • but he also loves her and he’s always texting you pictures when he’s out shopping because he’s like “should i get this for baby??? she’d like it right?????”  
  • but he ALSO sends pics of stuff and is like “i should get this for my mom”
  • you skyping his mom made bambam so nervous because he respects and loves her so much and he was like “ok ok ok if she doesn’t like you ill just have to,,,,,,,,dump you” and tbh you weren’t sure if he was joking or not the boy loves his family TO DEATH it’s soooo charming
  • but ofc his mom liked you and his sister liked you and bambam is like phew why did i worry you’re PERFECT so ofc they’d like you
  • jackson always comments on bambam’s couple ig posts of you guys as “lolololol my kids” and bambam is like im an adult and jackson is like “no you’re my son”
  • more on dork boyfriend bambam: when you two are passing by like a mirror or something he is like let’s stop and take a funny picture
  • and you either like poke each others face or stick your tongues out
  • and people are looking at you 2 like what in the world but you’re having fun
  • but don’t think bambam isn’t about that couple #aesthetic either like if you guys are wearing matching accessories there will be pictures taken. you guys get coffee together there will be pictures taken. you guys meet a cute puppy there will be pictures taken
  • and once you fell asleep with your head against his chest in a silent study hall and bambam took like a picture from above with his big hand around your shoulder and he captioned it something like ‘my sleeping beauty’ and jinyoung was like “take this down i report this for explicit pda content” and mark was like @jinyoung literally calm down
  • bambam over spoils you and you wish he’d stop but he kinda admits that he does it because he’s so scared of losing you for messing up he tries to compensate with presents
  • and you’re just like you have to hold his face and be like “you are never going to lose me, unless you do something really dumb. but i always want to be by your side”
  • and bambam nods, burying his face in your chest and it’s always a cute meaningful moment,,,,,,,,until you feel his hands on your butt and you’re like OK 
  • when the teacher finds out you’re dating bambam (which is pretty early on bambam literally is like ‘this is my s/o’ and points at you for the whole class) he’s like “are you sure? about him?” and you’re like listen grandpa he’s my delightful slightly loud but still endearing boyfriend and i am 100% sure he will never hurt me so let. it. go.”
  • bambam is the kind of boyfriend who tries to stay up with you when you study but falls asleep and when he wakes up he apologizes and buys you an expensive breakfast and gets you a stuffed animal all because he slept
  • like he’s so nice ????? how are people mean to him i don’t understand
  • tries to get you more into fashion and thinks couple looks are sorta tacky he’s more into couple themes. like all black ft gold or something and he knows his stuff 
  • your dates range from clubs, to cafes, to youngjae trying to teach the two of you how to play league and failing miserably, to expensive dinners because bambam is extra like that
  • couple spa days are a very big thing if you’re into that. if not, and you’re more an active person bambam will try sports for you. he might get hurt in the process, but for you - anything
  • you tried on some his rings and necklaces and stuff once and you were like “i wonder how heavy it would be if i put ALL of them on” you tried and it was heavy but bambam got a pic for insta
  • randomly buys you flowers and brings them to class and you can’t have flowers in the lab but you go outside of the lab and jump on him and cover him in kisses
  • and bambam always begs you to skip so you can go back to his dorm and ; ) but you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,no we have to go to lab
  • once you did say yes it was great and bambam was like i can’t believe you broke the rules and you were like it’s your fault. you and your super amazing face and pretty flowers 
  • bambam: whose prettier my face or flowers
  • you: flowers
  • bambam: im calling the Police 
  • recreates memes and sends them to you at like 2 am and you’re too tired to send anything back except a picture of kermit the frog on fire or something
  • match-made in heaven
  • yugyeom is still so proud of himself for making this happen. even if all he did was literally tell you bambam liked you on a blind date you were on with him which you agreed not to tell bambam because bambam would probably flip LOL

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Tales of Delicious Revenge from a Recovering Retail Worker

I discovered this sub a while ago and it has breathed new life into my withered soul. Today, it’s time that I return the favor.

These tales of petty revenge all took place over the three long years that I had the misfortune of working retail at a big-box store best known for its red bullseye logo and bitchy middle-class clientele. Enjoy.

ONE: THE TAG SWITCHER
I was working in the fitting room one night when this lady bustles in with 3000 different items of clothing that she wanted to try on. Unfortunately my store had just lifted the item limit for the fitting room, so I begrudgingly had to let her take everything back.

She proceeds to make a HUGE mess in the fitting room (leaving clothes inside-out all over the floor, tags ripped off of items, size stickers peeled off and slapped onto the wall… the whole nine yards).

After she leaves, I report the ripped off tags to Assets Protection (per fitting room policy) and, figuring that would be the extent of my revenge, I resigned to cleaning up the mess she left me.

Then I get a call from the manager. He wants me up at the registers to do back up. I had worked the registers before, but it was exceptionally rare for me to get pulled away from the fitting room to do backup. Still, I don’t protest and I head up to the register.

Guess who my first customer is? Yep, the mess-making bitch from the fitting room. The manager has directed her straight to me, and I can tell from the wide-eyed look of horror on her face that she realizes she has just been lead into a trap.

She slowly begins to plop her items onto the conveyerbelt and tries to make nervous small-talk. At first I assume she’s just feeling awkward about the mess that she left… but when I get a better look at her items, I immediately realize there’s something much fishier going on.

Her purchase consists entirely of women’s clothing, and I recognize most of the items as brand new stuff that has recently come in. Stuff that should cost full price. So when I see nearly every single item’s price tag covered with a bright red 70% off clearance sticker, I realize that something’s up. When I look down at the first item from her pile, my suspicions are confirmed: the item I’m holding in my hands is a woman’s Mossimo Black clothing item, but it has a bright blue Circo tag that belongs on infant boy clothes.

Busted! This bitch was switching tags on clothes to get a lower price! Not only that, but she was so brazen (or stupid) that she used tags from the wrong department!

I don’t make it immediately obvious that I’ve figured out her scheme. Instead, I think fast. From my experience in the fitting room, I know every item of clothing has a little white tag on the inside that has a nine-digit item code. So instead of scanning the items, I proceed to type in each and every item manually, using the ACTUAL numbers inside each garment.

The woman watches this all unfold with a nauseous look on her face, as item after item rings up at full price ($19 - $29, compared to the $2 or $4 price tags she had stuck on each item). As her total grows, so does the look of combined hatred and fear on her face.

Finally she stammers something about “coming back later” and runs off towards the exit. The Assets Protection guy watches her walk out, then comes over to me. He reveals that he had been watching this chick before she even went into the fitting room, but he didn’t have enough on camera to approach her. Since I was the only team member working that night who was familiar with the clothing / tags, the manager put me on the register to check her out.. literally!

TWO: THE PHONE SHOPPER
It’s the week before Christmas and the store is frantic. I’m manning the phones (which are ringing off the hook), and one night I get a call from Bitch Princess, who wants to know if we have any [insert name of whatever animatronic hatching robot dog toy every kid had to have that year].

Now the store’s holiday policy said we could confirm availability over the phone, but we weren’t supposed to put high-demand items (like the barking bird robot thing) on hold for a customer. Regardless, I was still un-jaded enough to like hooking people up (I’m still waiting on that lifetime of good retail karma to kick in…)

I let BP know that this highly-coveted toy has been flying off the shelves for weeks and I’m doubtful that we have any in stock, but I can happily check for her if she’s willing to go on a brief hold. She impatiently agrees to the hold, and I set the phone down.

After being slightly delayed by a customer that ambushed me on the sales floor, I miraculously find ONE of these stupid toys on the shelf. I grab it and head back to my post, excited to tell BP I just saved Christmas, but when I get back I find the phone ringing again. Recognizing the number on the caller ID display, I quickly deduce that Bitch Princess has hung up and is now calling back.

I barely get a chance to recite my scripted greeting before BP cuts me off, yelling that I put her on hold for “30 minutes” (more like 7), that she’s a customer and it’s my job to assist her, some nonsense about her having priority over the customers in the store, blah blah blah. I want to point out that literally NONE of what she’s saying is true, but I keep my lips sealed.

Instead, in a ridiculously pleasant voice, I say: “ma’am, thank you SO MUCH for your patience. I checked the sales floor and couldn’t find [stupid toy], but the computer is telling me that we might have one in the backroom. If you bear with me for another minute here, I can—”

She grumbled that yes, I could check the backroom, but I “better hurry” because she doesn’t have time for this. Smiling gleefully, I put the phone back on hold and proceed to return [stupid toy] to the spot where I found it on the sales floor. I then spend a nice chunk of time helping out ACTUAL customers in the store.

Eventually I remember that BP is still waiting on hold and I return to the phone. “Ma’am, good news… we do have ONE in stock,” I say. BP immediately barks at me to put it on hold, and a devious Grinch-like smile spreads across my face. “I’m so sorry ma’am, but we’re actually unable to put high-demand items on hold at this time. All I can do is confirm that it’s currently available on the sales floor…”

BP unleashes the wrath of a thousand fiery infernos and demands to speak to a manager. I oblige, transferring her to the closing manager (who confirmed the store policy, before promptly being hung up on).

I was pretty pleased with the turn of events, but the cherry on top came a short time later when BP actually shows up at the store, only to discover that the toy had already been purchased by another guest.

THREE: THE SHOE SNATCHER
It was nearly closing time, and I was tasked with “zoning” (or straightening up) the shoe department for the night. It was nearly impossible for me to get anything done, though, because this obnoxious woman kept making me drop everything to help her shop for shoes for her toddler.

The worst part was that the woman didn’t put anything back where she found it. Instead, she just leaves the shoe boxes strewn throughout the aisle (wtf). She finally leaves, and I drag myself over to the massive mess that she’s left behind.

As I’m returning all of the discarded shoe boxes to their rightful locations, I’m popping them open to make sure the correct shoes are inside. When I open one of the boxes, I discover a very sweet sight indeed: a dirty pair of toddler sneakers.

It’s a scam I’ve seen far too many times: someone swaps out a pair of new shoes with their old dirty shoes. Only this time, instead of getting away, I had caught the crook red-handed (or red-footed?)

I tucked the shoebox under my arm and quickly retraced the woman’s steps. Sure enough, I was able to find her in the grocery section. And sure enough, her toddler was sitting in the cart wearing a pair of brand new cartoon character sneakers.

I approached the mom with a giant shit-eating grin on my face and said: “I’m so glad I caught you! You almost left without these!” I held open the box with the dirty sneakers.

The woman had the nerve to pin the blame on her child, playing it off as if her kid had swapped the sneakers. Smh.  

BONUS: HERE’S ONE THAT’S SHORT & SWEET FOR THE ASS CLOWN IN THE COMMENTS WHO COMPLAINED ABOUT THIS BEING TL;DR  

Holiday shit always gets marked down to clearance the day after a holiday and people tend to get a little worked up about it. One time, this guy calls the store the day after Easter and asks how much the white chocolate Cadbury mini eggs had been discounted. I told him they were marked down 30% (the standard first mark down) and he’s not satisfied with that and hangs up. He proceeds to call back EVERY DAMN DAY to ask for the price, and every time he’s rude and weird about it. When they finally get marked down to 50%, I think he’ll bite… but nope. Still not cheap enough.

Finally at 90% he’s interested and asks me, over the phone, to take every single bag off the sales floor and put them on hold for him. I tell him no (goes against store policy to hold clearance), but since the candy is about to be defected (taken out of inventory), the manager tells me to just do it. So I wheel a cart over to the clearance aisle, and that’s when I hatch a plan.

There are two kinds of candy leftover in clearance: white chocolate Cadbury mini eggs, and white chocolate m&ms. For whatever reason, we have about 50 bags of each. Feeling a spirit of pettiness overtake me, I fill the cart with the m&ms and push it to the front with a 24 hour hold ticket. I wasn’t there when the guy showed up the next morning, but I’d imagine he was pretty livid to discover the wrong candy on hold, and then to realize that the actual candy he wanted had been defected out.

Wanna-One Hwang Minhyun Friend to Boyfriend Scenario!

Another part of the Wanna-One Boyfriend scenarios, enjoy! (You + Minhyun)

  • Let’s say you and Minhyun were longtime friends, bffs
  • Right now in college together, Minhyun is senior to you though
  • A completely playful and platonic relationship no question about it
  • Not that Minhyun would appreciate yet anoTHER girl chasing after him, anyway
  • You saw while girls liked him, he was nice, attractive and clean
  • (yes you admitted he was the epitome of beauty it’s not a crime !)
  • he doesn’t have to know that though
  • All the ladiez were jealous that you two were so close
  • Even though you two were literally just friends and that’s it
  • You don’t even hug or hold hands do skinship or anything (but you did know everything about each other)
  • (fears, aspirations, every embarrassing moment, secrets)
  • You did exchange “love you”s with each other though, but it was a family/friend thing not the othER THING 😏
  • He didn’t really date much, claims to have “high standards”
  • Went out with pretty, elegant women that didn’t overtly fawn over him
  • Your close friendship, however bothered most of the people he dated, leading a large amount of his relationship attempts to go up in flames
  • He didn’t seem to care much though, and never blamed you for that (even though you always felt bad)
  • “If they can’t accept my best friend then it wouldn’t work for me anyway”
  • You always gave him love and life advice (that may or may not be unsolicited but who’s keeping track hohohoho)
  • You taught him cute moves that he could use on his girlfriend, like brushing her hair behind her ear or conversation starters
  • He practiced on you sometimes because he is awkward and sometimes he got little flutters from the small actions but he always just thought it was because he was pretending you were the girl he was dating LOL
  • Very protective of one another, wanting the best for each other
  • You didn’t date much, for no reason really 
  • Anyway coLLEGE
  • Lots of late night studying on your part
  • You would hang out in each other’s dorm rooms cause why not
  • friendship is beautiful
  • Minhyun was smart and always offered to help you, either by teaching you a concept or by making you a snack or coffee 
  • You had done the same for him when he was stressed out or preparing for exams
  • wow look at this beautiful symbiotic relationship, mutualism at its finest
  • Anyway winter break rolled around, and you decided you would stay at the college in order to continue working, while Minhyun would go visit home
  • You both didn’t text/chat online much, so while he was away you didn’t contact each other that much
  • Anyway over the break one of your friends offered to set you up on a blind date (probably bc Minhyun wasn’t always hanging out around you) and you had no reason to say no
  • You called Minhyun for the first time over that break, and you guys caught up a bit before you remembered to mention that you were going on a blind date
  • Minhyun was silent for a bit, and then curtly responded:
  • “Good for you.”
  • ummMMMMM
  • You felt some cold air from him, but you brushed it off and just continued the conversation normally but he said that he had to go soon after
  • You didn’t think too much of it
  • But Minhyun?
  • He was startled because he had suddenly got angry, for no reason (so he thought)
  • He briefly wondered if it was because you said you were dating now
  • But he told himself he didn’t care 
  • He paced around the house, muttering hypotheses and theories of why he was having this reaction
  • Literally convinced himself that he had a medical issue
  • weirdo
  • When he returned from his break, somehow you two seemed… different?
  • You started going on more blind dates, mostly to just meet new people
  • You thought it wasn’t causing you and Minhyun to drift apart, especially since you weren’t as bonded with the other guys, and it was just going on dates for you 
  • You didn’t see it as anything more than that, just getting to know people, so it was no big deal
  • But to Minhyun every second you were with another dude it was hell
  • Every time you said another guy’s name or asked Minhyun for some advice, Minhyun felt his heart sink
  • He found himself caring about what you wore or if you looked too pretty or if you were out late
  • He was deadly curious about what you were doing but simultaneously didn’t want to know
  • Took him literally a month before he figured himself out (and it took a lot of internet searching)
  • Liking you had never occurred to him really
  • Not because you were not attractive or charming or even because you were best friends were so long
  • But because he had told himself for some weird reason that his ideal type was strictly someone more… quiet and classy
  • Not you, who was very free and open and lively with Minhyun
  • But that’s why you were so special to him
  • Because you two were comfortable together, and that’s what mattered
  • And Minhyun didn’t want you to be that comfortable with someone else
  • Suddenly everything became very clear to him
  • That how much he treasured you crossed the bounds of friendship, he wanted you for himself and he wanted himself to be yours
  • For a couple days, he kept these feelings hidden up in himself, because he was stressing over how he should act with you and what he should do about his emotions
  • But that didn’t last long
  • You were hanging out with Minhyun, watching a tv show in your dorm room one day when you suddenly remembered that you had a meeting with someone, not even a blind date lol 
  • (but Minhyun didn’t know that)
  • You got up to go to your closet, about to get ready
  • When you suddenly felt arms snake around you, stopping you from moving
  • Shocked by the sudden contact that you had never felt before, you barely managed to sputter out “Minhyun? What… what are you doing”
  • Without thinking at all, Minhyun responded truthfully and bluntly
  • “I like you. Don’t go.”
  • Your heart sped up abnormally fast
  • For some reason, this confession of Minhyun “liking” you was impacting you more than all the times he had said that he “loves” you
  • You were shocked, but you prioritized Minhyun more than anything; you couldn’t just leave your best friend after that confession, that was just cruel
  • You quickly texted the people you had to meet that you couldn’t make it to the date, and just sat down with Minhyun while he clearly told you what had been on his mind for the past month and a half
  • How ever since you had told him you were going to start dating, he got sad and angry
  • How he thought he was sick but it was just jealousy (you laughed at that one)
  • How he couldn’t stand seeing you with other guys, but he felt as if he couldn’t do anything because you never bothered him in his previous relationships
  • And this was shocking to you, it really was
  • He was aware that you didn’t have feelings for him (yet) but he wanted you to objectively look at him and give him a chance
  • All this atmosphere made you somewhat awkward, a feeling that you barely got with him
  • It was like that for some time, for days he treated you normally as he did before but you were always self conscious now
  • But over time, you took notice of all the little things that he always did for you; from making you snacks and giving you massages to always knowing what mood you were in and knowing the right thing to say, all the time
  • And you started to realize of every time your skin brushed his, and how you would blush in response
  • Or how you would be talking to him and then just stop because he literally had the face of a god, making your heart speed up
  • And randomly one day you jusT HAD TO walk in on him changing in his room (hits self why are you writing about this illegal!)
  • You saw him changing out of a shirt (thats literally it you just saw his beautiful smooth back which you had seen before) but it made your mind turn into alphabet soup and you audibly gasped and dropped whatever shit you were carrying (because thats what happens right)
  • Minhyun turned around and that arroGANT FUCK smirked at you and freaking got all confident
  • “Like what you see? It’s yours if you want it”
  • Your mouth dropped open and you just blinked at him, making him genuinely smile
  • But that didn’t last long because you ran up to him and hit his bare skin asking if he was insane
  • “Could you be any more shameless Minhyun??? Seriously?”
  • Cue embarrassed “haha”s from Minhyun
  • Everything was pretty much back to normal in terms of awkwardness (except for the becoming-more-frequent heart flutters and butterflies and blushes)
  • And one day you two were just hanging in his dorm room and fell asleep on his bed while watching something
  • When you woke up in the morning, you were all snuggled together, his arms around you, who were facing his chest (im dead)
  • You were shocked and started getting up, but you realized that you really liked the feeling, thinking I could get used to this, as you laid back down on him
  • I like him, don’t I. (YES Y/N YOU DO JESUS CHRIST)
  • You giggled to yourself as silently as possible as to not wake Minhyun but surprise he had already been awake for an hour, unable to fall back asleep
  • And the fact that you had decided to stay there with him in that intimate position told Minhyun everything he needed to know
  • He signaled he was awake, opening his eyes, meeting yours
  • He raised his eyebrows at you, and thanks to the telepathy of best friends you know what he meant. Is this a yes from you?
  • And you nodded in response. Yeah, it is.
  • And that was that
  • Your relationship stayed pretty much the same, except some added cuteness and skinship ;)
  • You were obviously still best friends, but now you were best friends that liked kissing sometimes yaknow the usual
  • You both understood one another so well, and were already comfortable with another, already knew everything about the other person
  • Both of you thought you were very lucky to have been in this situation, to meet and be with the other person
  • hehehehehehehehe adorable

Originally posted by hyun95

A/N: Holy shit I feel like this ended up being super long, hope that’s fine with y’all lmao.

also jesus christ he’s so beautiful this is ILLEGAL !

Sanitarium

Originally posted by jjilljj

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: HarelyQuinn!Au / Angst

Rated T for mentions of violence, blood, death, brain-washing and mature themes

Word count: 4.4k

Synopsis: The government hired you to cure Kim Taehyung from his madness, yet, every time you see him in that damn white room you lose sanity and yourself a bit more.

Author’s note: I should really really thank my lil Rosie and the sweet Mari for supporting me so much! This is dedicated to both of them <3 and of course feedback is always appreciated!  

part 1 // part 2 // drabble


                                                                       “He whispers things into my brain,

                                                                               assuring me that I’m insane.”

 

First session

The room smells like disinfectant, medicines and something ferrous you can’t quite define. Everything is white – almost blinding, you think –  the walls, the floor, the table you are sitting behind, the chair in front of you and also the sole window on the left. A window equipped with bars, of course.

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My opinion on the signs, ranked from who I get along with the best to not at all

1. Taurus - Simply the best, hands down. Head and shoulders above everyone else. Determination, extreme focus and goal attainment are all part of this sign’s personality. Once a Taurus sets his/her mind to doing something, there is nothing in the universe that can stop them. They will pursue their identified goal until it is reached – even if this comes at great personal sacrifice (health, relationships, etc). They’re determined, stable, they prefer simplicity, and they’re goal driven They have a thing for beauty. Creative and talented. They don’t complain and they’re not precious or delicate. The women generally are good with finances, independent, intelligent, and have an undeniable but reserved earthy femininity and sensuality. Definitely much more a fan of the males than the females, though. The men are my kryptonite. My thirst is real for Taurus men. The men are very protective of me and strong. Generally don’t like to start or have arguments. Equanimous. Sexy as hell. Tough, hard-hearted, extremely helpful, forgiving. Don’t take them for granted. Don’t fuck with them. EVER. Protect at all costs. Logical. Stable. Steady as a rock…there’s just something about them that makes me feel safe and secure. No bullshit with them. Taurus guys are earthy, lusty, manly, sensual, affectionate, and ooze sexuality. They’re also charming, magnetic, independent, genuine, great listeners, sexy, charismatic. Taurus men tend to be gentle and tolerant of others, with a strong sense of honour and integrity. They’re honest, communicative (but not annoyingly so), expressive both verbally and physically. The men are emotionally and mentally stable and smart. They’re possessive but not jealous. They are also rather dominant but mostly in the bedroom. Taurus men are the epitome of what I find truly sexy in a man. They’re practical and have an above average level of common sense. They’re about action, not words, and I love that about them. You could throw anything at them and they’ll handle it with strength, intellect, and class. They’re kind-hearted, generous to those they care about, and extremely focused. They love deeply and completely and are highly successful in business and financial ventures. My best friend, a couple of my very very close friends as well as my father happen to be Taureans. They really make me feel special, so seriously thanks to all the Taurus men for being who they are. Lovely, lovely guys. My favourite earth sign.

2. Aquarius - Cool, detached, aloof, and cerebral, just like me. The geniuses of the zodiac, by far. Visionaries. Impartial and original. Objective. Independent and individualistic. At peace with themselves. Weird. Frequently labeled “cold”, although I love it. Their adaptability and humanitarianism is admirable. They take all sorts of people as they are and I love this about them. Curious. Charismatic. God-complex. Unconventional. Loyal people. Open-minded. Rational. Not precious or delicate. Leaders. Some of the kindest people I know. Its not a smothering kind that freaks one out,its a pure, no silly intention type of kindness that is so soft, but still leaves a mark. And to me, they’re easy to understand - they care, but they also want their own separate lives. It’s lovely. There’s an Aqua girl I used to work with; she’s a really smart girl and everything that comes out of her mouth is interesting and hilarious. Although I liked her, it was usually from a distance because I could never tell if she really liked me as a potential friend. Yet there were times when I was the indirect target (by a Leo) in our meetings, and the Aqua always came by and subtly let me know in various ways that she cared. It was weird, but it was like she never wanted me to feel alone or bad, and I always appreciated that. It’s like we can’t say more than a few words to one another without quickly going back into our “own” space, and I’m thinking that’s maybe because we possibly felt our individuality would be threatened in some way if we got too close, and also maybe we retreated because we both were/are sensitive to the other, but we supported each other on a deeper and more emotional level. It’s hard to explain, but yeah, that’s been my experience. My older brother, whom I love more than anything, is one. More than a few of my favourite associates are Aquarians. What’s not to like? Hands down my favourite air sign.

3. Capricorn - They’re the hardest workers, they have high standards, and they’re pretty engaging; extremely intelligent and have an interesting way of drawing you in. Regal. Never loses their cool unless there’s a valid reason. Witty. I’m totally in love with their ambition. Have been labelled as “mean” or “loners”, but I have a general respect for them, even if I don’t like some of them. Quiet leaders. Untrusting like me. Also equanimous. Patient and calm. They’re bosses. Thinks in advance. Not to be fucked with. Doesn’t let get things get under their skin, very classy and tough like that. Sensible. Pragmatic and practical, but also can be a bit fanciful. The females are very feminine and have great taste in clothing. The men are in control and more often than not, CEOs. The men also make me feel so protected. Two very good friends are Caps. The Cap girls I know are really selective over their friends; they won’t talk to everyone for the sake of it…if they don’t like you or find you interesting then they probably won’t say a word to you or look at you. But they’re all funny, classy, and grounded and I love that. They possess winner’s minds; look at the late David Bowie: classic example of why Capricorns are the shit.

4. Sagittarius - You’re assholes, but you’re my kind of assholes; you’re blunt, you don’t sugar-coat the truth and you people are just brilliant. Absolutely hilarious. Funniest sign in the zodiac. Love having fun with them because their confidence is infectious and inspiring. Not gonna kiss your ass. Brutal. Insensitive. Sometimes downright inhumane. Sociable. Go-getters. They’re about their freedom and their power. It’s onward and upward with these folks and I respect that. Tends not to hold grudges (something I need to work on). They use their asshole-ism for good and for things that make sense (instead of evil and general bullshit like Scorpios do). Will speak their mind even (and especially) if it hurts your feelings. I love it. A couple of very good acquaintances are Sags. The only fire sign that I can stand.

5. Libra - Also protect at all costs. Love, love, love. Complete cinnamon rolls and are diplomatic, charming and fair. Tendency to be lookers. Great friends. Terrible flirts. Intellectual savages. Great personalities. Fun. Love getting guys with these ladies. When we choose to go out, we shut it down in a club and all eyes are on us. Also love how peaceful and easygoing they can be. Warrior’s mentality with a poet’s soul. They tend to be a doormat at times, tend to enjoy being volatile shit-starters on occasion (especially the females), and tend to be liars as well. Usually have good intentions. Indecisive, just like Pisces, but unlike Pisces, their indecisiveness is in a charming, yet slightly maddening way. More often than not, a pleasure to deal with. Another close friend and a few dear acquaintances are Libras. My kind of folks.

6. Gemini - Paraphrasing from Joni Mitchell’s song “Help Me”: “[They] love their lovin’/ But not like they love their freedom”…engaging and usually intelligent conversationalists. An ex-roommate is one. Charming, if not a bit fake, flighty, and two-faced. On the other hand, Stevie Nicks. Marilyn. Fetty Wap. I like that they keep things light and hate dealing with too much emotion, although their “lightness” tends to border on the superficial and shallow. Adventurous. Craves variety. Batshit crazy. Liars. Fucked up when drunk. The children of the zodiac, by far. I mean, bipolar creatures; their mood swings make them excellent case studies. Totally schizophrenic, they specialize in mind games and are the best players, hands down. Flaky. Thirsty as hell. Desperate for attention. These people have issues. Sociable and tend to be very popular for whatever reason. No slouches for sure, they’re definitely entertaining if nothing else.

7. Leo - They remind me of the famous line that Jareth said to Sarah in Labyrinth: “I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.” LOL. Overrated. Unconscionably selfish. Some of them are cool, but for the most part, I’m not impressed. A cousin that I used to be close with is one, we don’t really talk as much anymore, since I’ve outgrown her due, in part, to her tendency to be a bit jejune and silly as well as a drama queen. On the other hand, J. Lo. Jackie O. Kate Bush. They’re sexy, stylish and entertaining, but they’re just short-term/one-night stand material to me; they’re quite pretentious, have delusions of grandeur, and a bit sensitive for me (can’t take criticism, too dramatic, etc.) and as such, there’s nothing of real substance there with them. Tend to be liars. Animated and melodramatic (there’s a reason why most of the best actors are Leos)…they’re overgrown babies in the sense that they have a pathological need to have their asses kissed, they’re bossy, temperamental, and have a tendency to be arrogant and disrespectful (but don’t be this way to them, though, lmaooo). Very childish. Have a tendency to be something they’re not and truly believe that they’re more than what they actually are or ever will be, which is slightly amusing.

8. Scorpio - Ah, the sociopaths of the zodiac. I guess this would be my favourite water sign, if that’s possible. Not a fan of water signs in general, tbh…but out of all of them, you people are the only ones I can somewhat stand, for some strange reason. Probably because my mum is one, with whom I have a love-hate relationship (the only complicated relationship that I’m willing to have ever), as well as an ex-boyfriend. I’m a lot like them in the sense that there’s no room for ambiguity, either people hate you or they love you; regardless, you are who you are and that’s the way it is. As well as the fact that everything’s a state secret with them. However, if one wants brutal honesty, then like the good old Sags, these people are good for that, if nothing else. Opportunistic. Impossibly sexy. Bad to the bone. I’m a sucker for these men; most of the men I’ve “known”, whether we were in a relationship or not (including my current one) are Scorpios. Where we part ways: they (mainly the females, who are just unnecessary cunts, for the most part) are jealous, obsessive, love to be as negative as possible, have a crab-in-the-barrel mentality, and tend to be miserable and like making everyone else miserable as well. Tends to like having their asses kissed. Like all water signs, to me, life’s too short to really deal with them.

9. Cancer - Again, not a fan of water signs and Cancers are some of the reason why. A bit too moody, sensitive, temperamental, and clingy for my taste. Passive-aggressive. Possessive and needy. The females seem to be quite jealous of other females for some odd reason. The men tend to be kinda wishy-washy childish mama’s boys. Protective of those they love and care about, which is nice. Homebodies. Home. Like all water signs, they tend to think they’re billy badasses more than they are and their insecurity drives them to bully folks just to feel good about themselves, which is quite pathetic. These guys are crazy, but they have great music taste, good with money, and are kind of manipulative…the ones born in July tend to be temperamental as fuck. I’ve not gotten along with one ever (which is curious, since I am one), my associate’s boyfriend is one, and he’s a bitch; I have an older half-sister who’s one. To put it succinctly, we no longer speak. But, on the other hand, you guys tend to fly under the radar a bit, so I guess a scant few of them all are actually alright.

10. Virgo - Don’t really get the big deal about these people. I respect their propensity to be analytical, attention to detail and hard working natures, but other than that, you guys are completely irritating; a couple of colleagues are Virgos. They tend to be more sensitive than they like to let on (hence their moodiness), when jealous or self-conscious, they tend to act childish by getting angry and saying things they don’t mean. High maintenance. Self-serving. Also quite opportunistic. Martyr complex. Loves intellectual hair-splitting. Too much insecurity and bullshitting around with you all. Prides themselves on being harshly critical of everything and everyone, but if you tell them about their bullshit then they want to play victim and can’t handle it. People who can’t take their own medicine I don’t respect. Fussy and persnickety as hell; nitpicks everything and are often impossible to please and cowardly. They think the world should stop for them. Liars. Sneaky and shady as fuck. Doesn’t breathe unless it’s planned out thoroughly in advance. Tries too hard to be perfect and omnipotent. I’m sure OCD runs rampant in this sign as well. Control freaks, just like Scorpio. They will self-obsess over their imperfections (and are very quick to point out others’) and think they’re right all the time. Especially applies to those born in September.

11. Pisces -  Again, I truly don’t get the big deal about these people either. At all. Emotionally exhausting. Victim complex. Very artistic and musical, however. Creative. An ex-roommate and former friend are this sign. The main reason why water signs repel me. Evil as hell because they’re disasters who always project their own insecurities onto everyone. Like all water signs, they start drama and then expect you to feel sorry for them. Manipulative. They never take responsibility for their actions, and hide behind gullible people. Spineless. Feels the need to test people (like Scorpios and Aries) and be quarrelsome, then loves to turn around and play the victim (which they do exceptionally well), which is completely pathetic. Indecisive. Indirect. Adores getting offended, just like Virgos. Very passive-aggressive. Easily led. Disingenuous. Emotions/moodiness > logic. They live in a dream world, thinking everything revolves around them. They just annoy the crap out of me. Too co-dependent and (possibly due to low self-esteem) likes to suck the strength from others to validate themselves because they have none of their own. Tend to be harsh in order to overcompensate for how hypersensitive they actually are, which is exasperating. Tends to overreact and are way too emotional, reactive, and sensitive for me to deal with. February Pisceans = barely tolerable (I love you Rihanna); March Pisceans= pieces of shit.

12. Aries - Stay in your lane perhaps? Get some therapy maybe? These people see everything as a fight or an issue, and they need to chill. A boss and a couple of co-workers are this sign. Lack of foresight. Also reactive, loves confrontations just for the sake of having confrontations. Lives for being combative. Very ram-like. Fighters. Malcontents just like Scorpios and Virgos. One of the most ignorant signs.They tend to be outgoing and extroverted generally. I associate them with the colour orange or fluorescent yellow or some other grating colour. Very fast. Very bold. Courageous. Ultra-competitive. Energetic. Dynamic. Loud. Not one to mess with. Always has the need to be right. Downright rude and childish. When volatility, rage and anger is your default emotion (Leo, ARIES, SCORPIO), I dismiss it and completely have no respect for it, since that’s the way you are, so what’s to take personally, really; I have extreme distaste for grown-ass people that insist on acting their shoe size. Quit being so fucking aggressive and pushy all the time. It’s obnoxious.

Arrangements (Jimin) Part Six

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count:1,353

Summary:  “He’s still not over Sunhee?”

A/n: I hope you enjoy part six of arrangements! Sorry It’s been taking awhile to update!~Joy

Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight


Your mind kept coming back to the night Jimin contacted you, he hadn’t talked to you since the big fight that happened a month ago, and then out of the blue, he called you to pick him up from the police station. 


A dinner with bangtan usually was filled with jokes and laughter but tonight it was silent, the boys were not the same at points they were at each other throats. “So Y/n, are we still up for basketball tomorrow?” Yoongi asked as you snapped out of your thoughts, nodding.

“Wait, Y/n and I are going to see a movie” Hoseok spoke up, as Yoongi’s sharp eyes switched to him.

“Too late, I guess you’ll have to reschedule.” Yoongi coldly replied as you widened your eyes.

“Why don’t we do both? I mean it’s not like the movie or basketball is going to take all day, right?” You compromised, as Yoongi shrugged and Hoseok let out a sigh of sadness.

“Fine, but I wanted to hang out with you all day” Hoseok pouted, as you smiled at him.

“Where is Jimin?” Jin asked worriedly, as he checked the watch on his wrist again.

“Probably partying as usual” Namjoon answered, as he sighed.

“He’s still not over Sunhee?” You asked as they nodded.

“He’s been bringing girls home every night, it hurts my ears Y/n” Taehyung whined, as he shuddered at the thought of Jimin bringing home girls every night.

Suddenly you heard the door lock click followed by female giggles, as Jimin entered the room with a girl hanging on his arm. His smile dropped once he saw you the girl looked at you with a slight glance of disgust. “Oppa, who is she?” She asked, her words slurred as she swayed back and forth.

“She’s no one baby, now let’s go to my room” He smiled to her, as he led her away.

“See what I mean? It’s disgusting, can I stay at your house tonight Y/n?” Taehyung asked, holding onto your hands as you thought about it.

“If you really want to” You answered as the rest of the boys started to ask if they could come too. “Guys I don’t have enough room for all of you.”

“It’s fine I can drive, just let me tell Jimin we’re leaving.” Jin smiled, as he grabbed his keys.

“Make sure not to open that door” Yoongi reminded, as Jin let out a chuckle as he walked up to the door knocking on the door loudly.

“Jimin? We’re going to stay at Y/n’s so you can have the rest of the night with your lady friend, so don’t break the house and bye!” Jin yelled leaving the door not wanting to hear what sounds were inside the bedroom.


You took a bunch of pillows setting them on the couches, walking back to your closet to grab blankets. “There’s a guest room two of you can sleep in there and there are three couches, and I have an extra couch in my room.” You explained as the boys decided where they would sleep.

“We’ll settle this fairly, eldest chooses first youngest chooses last” Jin explained, as he heard groans coming from the boys. “I call the bed in the guest room.” 

“I’ll take a couch in Y/n’s room” Yoongi smiles to you and you smile back. 

“I guess I’ll sleep in the room with Jin, although I’d rather sleep with you guys” Hoseok pouted, as you laughed.

“And I guess the three of you can have the couches.” You looked at the remaining three.


The boys would often stay over a lot so you already had a bunch of pj’s left over from previous sleepovers. Yoongi thanked you for letting him stay over, as he changed out of his clothing. “Y/n, we’re really glad to have you, I couldn’t imagine falling asleep to Jimin fucking someone” Yoongi thanked, as you smiled back.

“I couldn’t help but feel bad for you guys having to hear that every night.” You smiled, as you handed him a pillow.

“Yeah, it get’s so frustrating since I no longer have a girlfriend anymore” Yoongi pouts, as you laugh awkwardly.

“Didn’t you break up with her? It’s been a year now.” You joked as you looked at him seeing that he wasn’t laughing. “Sorry, too soon.”

“No, no it’s fine. I guess the only thing I miss from the relationship is the sex, now I’m constantly sexually frustrated.” Yoongi sighed, as you nodded.

“Yeah, I mean you haven’t done anything in a year, sexual levels are pretty high I would assume since you were so used to having sex.” You tried to relate, as Yoongi’s eyebrows perked.

“Y/n, have you had sex before?” He asked as you shook your head, he smirked. “I could be your first time.”

“Ah what? Sorry, Yoongi I just can’t see you that way.” You told him honestly, as Yoongi’s smirk dropped.

 “Y/n you’re just saying that because you’re scared of losing your virginity.” He laughed it off, coming closer to you. 

“No I know that I don’t want to have sex with you, I’m sorry Yoongi I don’t see you that way.” You confessed, pushing him away. “I’m gonna sleep somewhere else, you can have the bed.” 


The next morning was awkward, Yoongi didn’t dare look at you in the eyes. You hoped that your friendship would go back to normal after that night but Yoongi would probably ignore you for a long time. “Eh? Y/n why haven’t you greeted Yoongi?” Hoseok asked while Yoongi and you both tensed up. 

“Ah, no reason” You smiled, shrugging his question off. 

“You didn’t even sleep in your room last night, you traded spots with Namjoon,” Taehyung added as you smiled.

“I wanted to have some fun” You lied as Yoongi scoffed.

“Like you would know how to have fun” He whispered, as you rolled your eyes.

“I guess we have different definitions of fun because yours wasn’t.” You whispered back as the boys looked at you.

“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook asked as both of you smiled at him.

“We’re fine!” You both smiled.


You drove some of the boys back home, they opened the door to see a half naked Jimin and a girl in a robe chatting on the living room couch. “Jimin, what is your friend still doing here?” Jin sternly asked as Jimin’s eyes widen turning his attention to you.

“What is she still doing here?” Jimin asked back, as you rolled your eyes.

“Oppa, is that your clingy ex?” The girl asked as you turned your attention to her “I thought you had standards before you met me.” She let out an annoying laugh.

“Wow look at that, Jimin knows how to treat a one night stand with hospitality.” You laughed sarcastically, earning a glare from the girl “Oh my! You thought you were more than that to him? I’ve seen more girls come into this building than I have at a makeup store.” You saw the girl huffed.

 “Oppa, tell her that she’s wrong!” The girl screamed as the boys covered their ears from the horrible shrieking.

“To be honest, I don’t even remember your name,” Jimin replied as you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. You felt bad for the girl but she wasn’t going to get anywhere with that type of attitude.

“I hate you!” She screamed at Jimin, picking up her clothing and leaving the apartment.

“You should have let her change before she left” Jin commented, as Jimin shrugged.

“Not my problem.” He replied.

“Can you stop bringing girls to the dorm Hyung?” Jungkook asked as the rest of the boys nodded.

“I don’t have to listen to anything you say.” Jimin silently replied.

“Jimin, this is our dorm too so please stop bringing girls to the dorm already and just get over Sunhee with another activity that doesn’t make my ears bleed,” Yoongi replied. 

“I’m already over her” Jimin replied back.

“Then why are you bringing girls over all the time?” Namjoon asked as Jimin glanced at you.

“Because I’m not over Y/n.”


A/n: Haha It’s 1 am and I’m currently dying, sorry I’m slowly cutting members out of this love harem so the series can be completed faster. Sorry for the Yoongi fans ;-;~Joy

Boys in Plaid || Peter Parker x Reader

i have no excuse for this drabble other than the fact that i love peter parker too much.

this isn’t a sequel to {{beloved season}} since I feel pretty torn about it. on one hand, i feel like it’s gr8 on its own, but on the other hand–

i wanna give peter the happy ending he deserves 。゚(TヮT)゚。

i’ll think about making a sequel later. Maybe it’ll happen sometime in the future but idk bc the original requester never really spoke about wanting it to be a two parter so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so to make it up for making any of you readers cry with {{beloved season}}, have a fluffy drabble with peter (●♡∀♡)

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

**dont repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine!!

warnings: pETER PARKER IN PLAID I REPEAT PETER PARKER IN PLAID!!

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[key: =reader’s text

=peter’s text]

boys in plaid are so cute.

really? you think so?

petey, i don’t just think so. I KNOW SO.

so are you saying that you’d date any guy, as long as he wore plaid??

welllll, i do have standards tho. not any guy can date me just from wearing plaids alone.

then what do you look for…in a boyfriend?

hhhhh i can’t believe im telling my best friend this (/ω\) okay what i look for in a bf is that he has to be super sweet with a genuine personality. like, he’s not a lowkey asshole when im alone with him and only a sweetheart in public, you feel???

he has to be like SUPPPEEERR SMART and he has to be willing to spoil me with cuddles and nights spent watching cheesy 80s movies (/ω\)

also boys who wear plaid with jeans and converses are my absolute weakness (/ω\) ♡ ♡

i see…

———————

Peter Parker couldn’t help the wide grin that showed on his face after reading the series of texts between him and [Name]. He could practically feel his confidence skyrocketing to the roof because he finally had proof that he had a chance with her.

Setting his phone to the side, he stands and searches through his closet, picking out all of the plaid shirts that he could find before setting them aside.

Despite how foolish Peter felt about doing this, he knew that it would all be worth it in the end if he managed to have [Name] in his arms.

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You go into Midtown the next day with a sluggish walk that usually came with Monday mornings. Internally groaning at having to deal with chemistry and lab first thing in the morning, you unlock your locker and pulled out a thick textbook, your lab workbook, and binder. The weight of each book was becoming uncomfortable against your arms, and you were struggling with closing your locker when you felt someone take away your stack of books from the side.

“Here, let me help you [Nickname].” Recognizing Peter’s voice, you face him, about to thank him when you felt your words die against your throat.

Holy shit, had Peter always been this fucking cute?! The boy was standing next to you, looking positively delectable as he wore a black and red patterned plaid shirt coupled along with a pair of jeans and his signature converses. The fact that he wasn’t covering the plaid shirt with his usual Midtown High hoodie made you see his physique as a whole in a totally different light.

As you stared at him, you were loving how broad his chest was as his left arm seemed to bulge a bit as he carried your books in one hand, making you nearly drool at how his veins were shown on his wrist.

“Oh my god, you’re so cute-” you catch yourself at the very last minute, feeling a deep blush paint your skin when you cover your mouth with your hand. You had just told Peter that he was cute!!! And that was the one thing you were absolutely terrified of admitting.

When you had texted Peter last night about your love for boys in plaid, you had unconsciously (and automatically) described Peter Benjamin Parker in near perfect detail. Only after you had sent those texts did you realize the error of your ways- however, you were confident that Peter was too nerdy to understand your (un)intentional description of him.

But the fact that he was in front of you, (dressed to absolute perfection in your favorite aesthetic) was making your knees weak as you shivered at his proximity. You should have known better, dammit. Peter had been your friend for years now, and there really wasn’t much you could hide from him.

Peter seemed pleased at your embarrassment as he shifted all of your books beneath his left arm. Using his right hand, he gently runs a finger down your face, stopping at your lips before lingering against them, “I’m so nervous right now, and I want nothing more than for you to finally put me out of my misery and be my girlfriend. If the fact that I literally spent some time the night before picking out this exact outfit in a pathetic attempt to get you to notice me isn’t enough proof that I’m already madly in love with you, then I don’t know what is.”

You close your eyes and lean into the palm of his hand when he begins to caress your cheek, “Yeah? Well if the fact that I described you in perfect detail the night before isn’t proof that I’m madly in love with you, then I don’t know what is.”

Peter laughs, the sound making your heart flutter when he leans down to place a quick kiss against your lips, “How about we both put each other out of our miseries right now and become that gross couple who hold hands and kiss all the time?”

You cutely scrunch up your nose before nuzzling Peter with it, laughing while staring into his sweet brown eyes, “I think I’d like that.”

[end]

Originally posted by chrisbeck

Boyfriend Hyungwon

A/N: this was requeeeeested bc u can do that guys idk what to write give me ideas pls thank u also nsfw ahead mostly fluff but im always too thirsty for my own good


  • tall lanky bf thats way too good looking
  • Sucks when you got your period bc you cant look at him without crying bc hes so handsome
  • Dunno if youre crying bc youre so happy about being with hyungwon or crying bc hes too handsome and you feel ugly
  • Laughs when you get like that, hugging you against his body
  • Always smells nice so hugging his is really nice
  • So is kissing him
  • Sometimes you will ask for a kiss or hug and hyungwon will walk up to you like hes gonna do it then will dab and walk away laughing
  • Always come back saying sorry tho and making it up to you so you dont punch him in the throat
  • boy has got some nice ass lip they are so thick and pink and are probably soft as hell
  • Tbh makeouts with hyungwon are something that happens often
  • Just sittin on his lap grinding down onto him while his tongue is in your mouth and his hands digging into your skin
  • This got sexual so early whoops lmao
  • Lets keep this goin tho
  • Maaaaan i feel like hyungwon would willing to try anything
  • Like hes not that versed in kinky shit but is down to try anything you wanna try
  • So do ya boy and favor and introduce him to e v e r y t h i n g bc u know hes lowkey freaky he just dont know it yet
  • Or he does he just hasn’t had a chance ;) ;) ;)
  • But when its not like that hes slow and seductive using his good looks against you to turn you to mush
  • Its the worst but the best thing ever
  • Probably enjoys making you suffer aka either teasing the shit outta you and not letting you come or overstimulating you to tears
  • Laughs at you begging and whining pretending like hes doing nothing wrong
  • Highkey loves making you choke on his cock
  • Nice aftercare tho
  • Cleans you up and hugs you close and tries to make you laugh
  • hes so dumb will make stupid faces at you from across the room
  • And you gotta make them back ofc
  • So you two end up looking like idiots making dumb faces at each other and giggling and anybody who happens to witness is just like ?????? What the fuck??????
  • Its cool just pretend like nothing happened hyungwon is good looking so no one else believes it when they see him being normal
  • But then ur sitting there like gdi hyungwon now i look like an idiot by myself how dare u
  • And hyungwons just like mmm get rekt hun ;)
  • Dont take him on fancy dates dont do it he looks too good and will overshadow u
  • I mean do it bc he looks hella good but be prepared for everybody and their mother to be looking at him and forgetting about you
  • Like the waitress comes up all starry eyed focussing on hyungwon asking him what he wants and just being too much
  • And ur sitting like mm yes can i have some fucking respect back tf away hes mine knife emoji
  • Hyungwon laughs but promises to eat u out when u get home for putting up with it
  • Naaaaappppsss
  • Couple naps are a thing
  • Its gr8 bc some days when you dont wanna go out and youre tired hyungwons like yeah lets watch movies and sleep its a date
  • And youre like its not a date but fine im down
  • I read somewhere that napping with someone builds trust so there u go nap a lot with hyungwon and he might pour his soul out to you
  • You gotta take care of him bc hes lowkey useless and a whiny baby
  • I mean he works a lot so its not entirely unwarranted its just annoying
  • Bc when hes sick hes like noooo im fine i dont need u to take care of me im a man i can do it
  • And ur like u sound like ur dying i bet u havent eaten yet bc u dont want to get out of bed
  • He gets quiet at that so u go over and take care of him then he turns into the worst always whining at you and asking u to do things for him and its make u like ugh i knew i shouldve just let u die
  • Which makes hyungwon dramatically gasp that turns into a coughing fit and when its over hes like how dare u say that look i almost died you break my heart
  • And ur just like hyungwon…………. oh my fucking god
  • But when hes not being dramatic or dumb hes being super sweet bc he takes ur relationship seriously
  • Like doesnt forget things at all and always surprises you with nice things bc he has very high standards he holds himself at
  • And ur like hyungwon its cool you dont have to try so hard i really dont mind
  • But hes adamant about being the perfect boyfriend so will pay for you and buy you nice things and take you on nice dates
  • Its almost like a dream honestly
  • But your fave part is when its lowkey between the two of you
  • Like chillin at your place eating takeout with no makeup wearing sweats and talking about everything under the sun
  • Those are the nicest moments bc those are the realest
  • No need to be attractive or act a certain way toward each other
  • Just two people who love each other talking from the heart
  • Thats the first time he said he loved you was in a situation like because you guys were just talking about your relationship
  • Not being overly serious or expecting anything just talking about each other saying what you liked about each other and what annoyed you
  • He accidentally said that he loved the way you liked his stupid side as much as his idol side bc a lot of ppl see him as a pretty face and he does enjoy it but thats not all there is too him
  • And ur heartbroke a little for him but then u were like wait…. u love me?
  • Hyungwon gets all sheepish and starts to blush like ………. yeah i guess i do
  • It feels like your soaring through the heavens and u yell it back at him and accidentally spill your food all over the couch squashing it between the two of you when you go to hug him
  • He immediately tells you he wants to break up for ruining his expensive sweatpants
  • You punch him on the arm
  • Hes kinda the type to hold in his bad feelings so u always gotta break him out of that and make him comfortable so he will tell whats wrong
  • Always does. May take a while but always tells you.
  • Once he trusts you he really does trust you
  • Thats when he becomes serious with you and lets you know hes in it for the long run
  • This highkey made me emotional
  • HYUNGWON IS MORE THAN A MEME AND A VISUAL OKAY GUYS HE HAS FEELINGS
  • AND I HAVE FEELINGS AND THEY ARE MAKING ME SAD
  • VOTE FOR MONSTA X I WANT THEM TO HAVE THEIR FIRST WIN
  • ALSO APPRECIATE HYUNGWON GIVE HIM MORE LINES

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Love Inversion Theory II

First!

Originally posted by dayaholics

A/N: I hope you all like! Next one will be more eventful :) this chapter consists mostly of Peter realizing things on his own


“So, are you going to talk to me or am I going to be victim to your ‘method acting’ all day?” You suddenly asked.

“Of course not,” he said around a thoughtful chew of breakfast food. His voice wavered and he was just barely able to catch the American accent in time. “You can tell me what’s up, you know,” you say comfortingly. Your hand moved up his thigh in a loving way rather than a sexy way. “Just nervous,” Peter managed to say after swallowing his food. “I’d be more surprised if you weren’t,” you laughed, smoothing out a napkin on the table. “After all, this movie-it’s just still a giant ‘wow, what?’ in my brain. I guess for you it’s like that times a billion.”

Peter nodded slowly. “Yes, of course.” What the hell is she talking about? 

You stood up a few moments later. “I have a present for you,” you randomly declared. “But it might take around fifteen minutes to get a hold of. Will you be alright here while I step out for a bit?”

The clothes which you bore didn’t fall under typical [Y/n] standards. These were more revealing. The top dipped down your neckline and showed more cleavage than you usually did. You looked gorgeous-of course, because when do you not?-but different. 

“No, yeah, yeah, of course,” Peter assured you, raising his arms over his head. Every move he made was an attempted relaxed and natural looking one. You gave him a double glance before shrugging. “Okay,” you smiled. “I will be back as soon as possible so don’t freak out. Oh! And your mom texted me. One, she’s a bit too pleased to see any pictures of us out together and a bit not too pleased with the ‘Tomdaya’ rumors. She makes a lot of marriage comments about us…”

You looked at him for a lingering couple of seconds, almost as if you were waiting for him to say something.

“Oh. I’ll-I’ll tell her right away to stop that. You know my moooooum.” He inwardly cringed at the slip up.

You tilted your head back in surprise. “What?”

“My mum. Gotta love ‘er,” Peter chuckled, pointing his fingers at you like guns. You popped your lips. “Okay. Well like I said I’ll just be out for a little bit…be careful.”

“You too,” he called after your retreating figure. 

Click. The door shut and Peter stared at it for a minute to ensure you wouldn’t come back. When he deemed it safe, he stood up abruptly. “What the hell?! Where’s the suit, where is my suit?!” He clamored over open suitcases and random assortments of furniture and flung a closet door open. Empty. 

Well, empty except for a gray hoodie. Peter pulled that on without really thinking about it then began to pace. 

[Y/n]. Tom. British? Someone’s mom. Waffles. 

Those were the only words that flew around his brain. He had to calm down, and soon. There wasn’t time to panic!

You telling him his mother texted threw him off guard since his parents had been dead for over half his life. He hardly remembered what it was like to have a mom. There had only ever been May and up until a few years ago, Ben. 

There was a laptop positioned neatly on the nightstand. Peter sighed in deep relief before opening it. 

The prompt for a password appeared on the screen and on impulse, he typed in the first dessert he shared with you. It opened. How convenient, he thought bitterly. Okay, Apple, time to not fail me with your pitiful excuse for a default browser.

(Safari was for losers. He firmly believe that, being an avid Google user and all.)

“Okay…uhm. Peter Parker,” Peter said his search out loud. You said something about the name, but not in the way he would have liked. You said it almost as if Peter wasn’t an actual person. 

“Wha…?”

‘Peter Parker (Earth-616), Marvel Database-Fandom Powered. Peter Benjamin Parker was born in Queens to Richard and Mary Par-’

He leaned away from the screen, half expecting it to blow up in his face. It wouldn’t surprise him. 

He scrolled down. 

There was a youtube link to some video titled ‘Peter Parker vs Flash basketball scene.’ Uhm. Yeah. Okay. 

Watching the video was a total waste of two minutes. Sort of. The school was, unnervingly, called Midtown. But its layout was definitely not his Midtown high. 

And that ‘Parker’ kid-not Peter. What the hell was up with that Flash person? Is this some elaborate joke? 

If so, Peter wasn’t understanding the punchline. If someone were to go to such lengths, why would they have someone who looked nothing like Flash Thompson be ‘Flash.’

The ‘up next’ logo was flashing to yet another video titled ‘Peter Parker vs. Flash.’ 

“These guys look nothing like me-!” Peter suddenly exclaimed mid way through the video. Some red headed girl was asking someone named Harry to help ‘Peter’ and Peter-the actual, real one-was not amused. 

“That guy looks nothing like Flash!” And Flash and I have never even fought like that. What is this, some cheesy high school movie? Maybe the names are a coincidence. He angrily paused the video, not wishing to hear it or watch it anymore. There was a few more movie clips-some media footage of Captain America and Tony Stark (that wasn’t new) but there was a thumbnail that caught Peter’s attention. 

It was a picture of him, sitting in his old room at the old complex and May used to live in. 

The video’s title read “Tony Stark Recruits Peter Parker | “Responsibility” Civil War Scene Full HD | Tom Holland.”

Okay, what the fuck. 

Tom-isn’t that what you were insisting Peter’s name was ever since he woke up? Tom Holland.

He warily watched the video. It all consisted of that one day Tony Stark decided to waltz in and recruit him. 

Only this video, it wasn’t from the point of view of Peter or Tony. It was a third person view, as if the camera person was filming it like a movie. Peter somehow thought he would remember another person recording from all different angles. 

With a knot in his stomach, he read through the comments:

Usernames like  “Parker Peter” or “Spider-Dork” just existed, and they all commented on this one video. 

“Tom Holland,” one comment read, “is the best Spider-Man!”

Another read: “Tom is the best” 

“Peter is such a daddy”

“Tom is so hot ugh”

“Tom Holland…the love of my life, more like”

“Tobey Maguire did better”

“Am I the only one who misses Andrew Garfield?” followed by a long string of replies:

“Yes”

“Yes”

“Nope”

“Wow what about Bucky no one ever gives him any love”

“YEp! I LOVE TOM HOLLAND I DON’T NEED ANDREW ANYMORE”

Peter stared at the comments with his mouth dropped open. The suggested videos to the side were all of “Captain America: Civil War” or “Spider-Man: Homecoming OFFICIAL trailer.”

It made him nauseous, so that with shaking hands, he opened up a new tab and typed in the name “Tom Holland.”

“Oh, no,” he groaned when new articles popped up. “What the fu-is that MICHELLE?! Am I dating Michelle?!” Indeed, there were articles headlined with things like ‘Tom Holland and Zendaya are dating!’  He scrolled away from that, not enjoying to feeling that one headline called Tom Holland a ‘cheater’ and accusing him of ‘dumping famed young adult author and girlfriend of three years, [Y/n] [L/n] for Spidey co-star, Zendaya.’ Another was labeled ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming opens for the first time tonight! We’re all excited-find out why!’

Peter finally found a wiki page and reluctantly clicked. The profile photo was of him, but not a photo he remembered taking.

He swallowed a thick lump in his throat and read aloud to himself “Thomas Stanley Holland, born the first of June in 1996, is an English actor and dancer. Holland is known for playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe-”

Oh fuck. 


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Sources

Vid One-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcGHKrh8J8I

Vid Two-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWCi9Bxu1pk

Vid Three-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DESwBLlniCg

Tom Holland Wiki-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Holland_(actor)

***any usernames/comments shown in the fic are not real-any similarities are pure coincidence. I own nothing and no one, except for this fic idea***

A-Z NSFW: Doyoung

Originally posted by taesyong

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A = Aftercare 
Our little bunny is the sweetest ever, Doyoung can’t rest without knowing you’re okay afterwards. I feel like Doyoung’s aftercare is being very adamant about you coming to join him in the bath for a very innocent session of getting clean and relaxing your muscles in the warm water.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Doyoung’s hands are so pretty y’all…he favors his hands, mostly because he has a habit of just barely trailing his fingers over your skin, and he watches how you react to his touch; whimpering, squirming, panting lightly. He loves how the lightest of touch can have you literally in the palm of his hand. On you, it’s your thighs, mainly because he’s grabby in the bed and it’s not uncommon to find marks from his fingers the next morning. There’s just something about the soft skin beneath his fingers, and so easily being able to leave his mark there, he loves it.

C = Cum 
I think he’s kind of conscious about cumming, he doesn’t really like making a mess with it. If he’s not wearing a rubber #RubberUpForDan he tries his best to make sure it’s on your tummy or somewhere he can easily clean you up. Last thing he wants to do is have to strip the bed and wash the sheets before he can flop back down and cuddle with you.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Doyoung doesn’t keep much from you, you two have a very open and honest relationship. But generally, when you’re sleeping beside the person you’re having a wet dream about, and have to get up to change your underwear because you came in your sleep, that’s normally something you keep to yourself.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t think Doyoung is very experience, but I think he knows way too much. I feel like he’d be one of the cases when after you have sex and he drops the ball that it’s the first time he’s done it, it just kind of slaps you in the face like bitch what? Plus, honestly I think Johnny has told all of them too goddamn much anyways, Doyoung certainly knows what he’s doing, he just needs to put it to the test…

F = Favorite position
I feel like he’s a fairly cuddly bunbun, so I get the feeling that his favorite is probably spooning. He can hold you, touch you, it’s fairly comfortable, and it gets the job done.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Listen…the boy’s a good actor, had Taeyong lookin like a chump for falling for his ‘I’m so sick’ act, so at the very least, he can put his playful ways away when you’re in the bedroom. I think he’s a good mix though, it’s about 50/50 that’s he’s serious and intense, or he can just as easily be the cute, happy lil Doyoung we know.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I think he’s fairly clean…I have nothing to say to prove my theory, I can’t find a picture of his tummy to check his happy trail for some reason, but he just doesn’t give me a vibe of a guy that doesn’t keep his junk tamed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Doyoung is another ‘movie romance’ boy, he’s finds the whole act tedious, he knows you love him, he knows you know he loves you, there’s not really a point in doing the whole romance thing. He’ll certainly go all out for your birthday, or if you’re celebrating something, but besides that, he’s sure that cuddling you and cooing about how much he adores you and is lucky to have you gets the job done just as well as a fire hazard of candles.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Jerking off isn’t something on his list at most cases, he doesn’t have a crazy hormone drive, he’s pretty far past the random boners part of his life. So 99% of the time, whatever slightly got him going, he carries it in the spank bank for when he next sees you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Like I said, marking is kind of his thing, but specifically on your thighs. He’s not much a marker where people can see it, i.e. neck. Even though he knows it’d never happen, Doyoung had the image one day of someone trying to hit you up, and seeing his marks completely covering your upper thighs and hips and just knowing you were someone else’s and he really liked that idea. So subconsciously(or not) he marks the hell out of your hips and upper thighs, covering them in his finger prints, hickies, little love bites, the works. They’re hidden beneath your bottoms but he knows they’re there. You know they’re there. And that’s the fun part; it’s your guys’ little secret.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Because he likes do go for multiple rounds, the safest and most comfortable place is obviously the bedroom, so he doesn’t stray much from there. A handful of times he’d be too lazy or excited to make it to the bedroom and just bends you over the kitchen counter. Aside from the rare occasion he can’t get to the bedroom, bedroom is the norm for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Your relationship is pretty open, with each other there’s no secrets or hiding, if you want something, say it. But typically every time you two have sex, starts off with a make out session, your hands in his hair, bodies pressed against one another. Not just a kiss, and he knows the make out is only the start of a very long night.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
One of the things he made very apparent when you got together and started being sexual, is that he doesn’t want it to leave the house. There’s no way to talk him into sex in any public place, even if you’re behind a locked door, he just can’t and won’t do it. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Like I said, foreplay is arguably Doyoung’s favorite part of sex, he loves getting you worked up and ready for him with his long fingers and talented tongue. He cums kind of quick-ish, so unless it’s just a blowjob and sex isn’t what you’re getting up to, he normally opts out for just a handjob, he’s much more into pleasing you than anything.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I think Doyoung is actually pretty fast, not rough, it’s oddly gentle and loving, just a really quick pace. But his hands are the opposite, so while he’s pounding for all it’s worth, his hands are very softly trailing over your body, grasping you, touching between your legs, it’s a perfect fix of insanity and peace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s quite a spazz with sex, it’s on a whim and kind of fast. That being said, he makes up for that with foreplay, Doyoung’s not happy if he has to bypass the fun of foreplay, he’s not a fan of quickies. If it’s right before you have to leave, he literally spends the whole time you could have been fucking, wondering if it’s worth it since his favorite part will have to be skipped. You can count the amount of times you’ve had quickies on one hand, it’s a very rare occurrence. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I think he’s a pretty standard guy in the bedroom, I don’t think his imagination strays further than “basic” sex acts, if it involves having to get a chair, he’s never heard of it, let alone thought of it. I don’t think he’d turn away the idea, maybe get him one of those ‘try a new sex position every night’ type of books, he’ll try to keep up. But you’d have to be the one to propose the new things, Doyoung isn’t going to.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
I need to stop with thinking he’s a goddamn rabbit, but I can’t resist, the boy fucks like a rabbit, he’s very erratic and can just roll into another round with barely a few minute pause to catch your breath. Once he’s actually in you, I don’t think he last that long, just a few minutes, but he’s quickly regenerated and ready to go before you can think again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
His hands are his favorite toys to use on you, Doyoung isn’t the biggest fan of toys, they could never touch the spots in you his fingers can, so really he just thinks they’re lacking and don’t think they’re worth spending money on for the maybe 3 times you’ll use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Aside from messing with you with his fingers, building the mood, or foreplay, he’s not a very big tease. A few times he’s feeling exceptionally naughty and teases you for an hour straight until you’re a mess of begging and pleading, but on the norm he complies easily when you tell him to stop and that you want him now. He doesn’t hold out when you desire him so much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Doyoung has some top notch vocals, I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise. We know a singer like that won’t be quiet in the bed, he’s a full blown moaner, it’d be a wonder if he can breath a word between them, he just falls head into the pleasure and it just sounds like a masterpiece. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Your first time together was the stereotypical oh we’re joking around, ahaha we’re laughing, oops you’re on top of me lol oh…is that a boner… shit you see in movies. You were having a relatively healthy lunch with vegetables and the whole shabang, and when you see Doyoung nibbling on a carrot, how could you resist bringing up the bunny joke? That lead to him tickling you in retaliation, that led to him pinning you down, and a very unceremonial, “so uh…you wanna do it…”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Why do I ask my Nana about thisNana said because he’s kinda thin and lanky, that his dick matches i fucking can’t He’s longer than the average, but he’s on the thinner side of the spectrum.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I thing Doyoung has a pretty steady sex drive, not crazy above or below average. He has moments every once in a while where it spikes up a bit, and you spend the weekend cooped up in the bedroom, but on the norm, it’s pretty tamed and leveled.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I feel like Doyoung is a snuggler, he likes that contact y’all. He’s ready to curl up with you and sleep as soon as you’re calmed down and clean, he’s really out like a light.

[#84] HOME || 01

Originally posted by jeonwuu

84:『 “the key is under the mat.” 』 

pairing: lee chan x reader insert 

genre: angst, fluff, post apocalyptic!au

word count: 3,920

notes: wowie!! i didn’t expect this to get so long but i rlly liked this req!!! im lowkey thinking abt… continuing it?? & making a fic maybe?? what do u think?? :oo

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[Femslash February]: Matching Outfits

does anyone remember those times in like middle/high school where wearing the same outfit as someone else was considered social suicide? :P


Day 4: Matching Outfits (Chlonette)

Words: 2380

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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The moment Alya walked into the school building, she felt a hand curl around her arm and yank her into a custodial closet. Not quite the start to her morning that she had expected. 

She was a little disoriented as a mop toppled onto her head, and it wasn’t until Nino clicked on the light hanging above their heads that she saw Adrien advance on her, grab her tightly by the shoulders, and speak in a grave tone. “Where is Marinette?”

She lifted a brow. “…um, home? She’s awake, but she shows up like five minutes before class since she lives right there.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know she’s awake,” Adrien dismissed. “Listen Alya, this is very important. I need you to call Marinette right now and tell her to change outfits immediately.”

Alya’s eyes darted towards Nino, but he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking like he was witnessing a serious interrogation with literal lives at stake. She stared back at Adrien, who was still fervently awaiting her reply. She huffed. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?”

“Alya, babe, tell Mari to change,” Nino said simply. “Apparently we’re attempting to avoid the end of the world, and it’ll make no sense for the two of us to call her and tell her this.”

“What does Marinette’s outfit have to do with the end of the world. Why are we….what the hell, guys?!”

Adrien lifted his finger in front of her face, pulled out his cellphone, scrolled through Instagram, and flipped the screen towards her. “Please observe Exhibit A.”

It was a picture of Marinette that she posted to Instagram this morning. Black knee high boots. White skirt. Black turtleneck. Pretty basic for a school outfit, nothing out of the ordinary. “Yeah, she takes morning selfies and puts then on Instagram all the time, what’s your point?”

Adrien sighed pitifully, switched screens, and showed her his phone again. Exhibit B.”

Alya squinted at the photo for a moment, and then her eyes widened in horror. “Oh shit…”

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What a Tease.

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John Shelby x Reader

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Prompt: You are hired by the Shelby’s after impressing them. 

A/N: I will be releasing a part 2 that involves more reader and John stuff than this one. This is more of an introduction than anything with slight hints at John taking a liking to you. Hope you enjoy!



Smoke swirled about the room, topped with laughter and the strong scent of alcohol. The further into the night, the looser the lips in the room became. Louder and louder as more people packed in the later in the day it became. The front doors smacked against the wall as they entered and the room became slightly quieter, still loud with whispers. As the three entered the side room the bar crescendoed back into speaking and laughter. 

You wasted no time and walked behind the bar reaching for the top shelf placing three glasses and whiskey on a tray. You passed the men crowding around the bar stools towards the Shelby’s side room. The tray weighed down on your hand as you knocked with ease on the small door. A creak came from the door that was now opened slightly, inviting you in. Only one of them looked up at you as he took a large puff on the cigar in his hand. The other two continued talking not paying attention to you pouring the whiskey into the glasses. Silently listening to the conversation acting as if you were hearing nothing about their newest business plan, your eyes drift upwards from the drink making unwavering eye contact with the lighter haired Blinder. Usually you avoided doing this with guys, knowing it usually only leads to trouble. Maybe it was because you were yelled at by the boss today or that you had been groped by twice as many guys today but you didn’t break as you continued to pour drinks.

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