I’ve only ever fallen in love twice: with big city and small town.
I met big city at a bar (of course), and he offered to buy me a drink (of course), and then I didn’t see him for three whole months. That’s just how big city works. But when he called, I was young enough to think the nervous pit in my stomach meant something good. Big city was older than me, and richer than me, and had a white collar job with a personal assistant. He liked to talk about important things like finances and politics and himself. But that was ok because big city was cool. He showed me all about the world, like smoking and fucking and staying out too late. Before I met him, I was small and shy. I had bangs. Big city liked that about me, he said. Liked that I was so much more than I seemed. And then, five weeks later, he told me he loved me, and I believed him.
But big city was also fast and sharp and full of dark alleys where men in trench coats auctioned off black magic. Full of prettier people and power. I was only 19 at the time, just a kid, and big city took everything I had, chewed it up, and spat me back out on the concrete. He smiled with all of his teeth and told me we’d had a fun run. I went to therapy for weeks, and big city was engaged six months later to a woman with a loud mouth and no bangs.
But I’ve fallen in love twice.
And small town came along just like big city, only many years later. He asked for my number at a bar and laughed too loud when I said no. I thought it was because he was cocky, but I found out later that he always laughs too loud when he's nervous. And God was he nervous. But I said no, and he laughed too loud, and then I didn’t see him for three whole months. Until his friend and my friend got engaged and we had to moonwalk down the isle at their wedding. He offered to buy me a drink, and I said yes, but only because it was an open bar. One drink, two drinks, three, four fivesixseveen. We talked about our families, and did the YMCA, and passed out in my hotel room.
And small town held me when I cried and owned a little cafe that did well enough to pay the bills, and small town smiled. He let me tell him about the world. He liked holding hands and Harry Potter. Small town talked dirty and shut down the cafe some days so we could spend all afternoon naked in bed. And we held each other just as tight. Small town met my parents before saying I love you and when he said it, he really meant it. He smelled like warm bread and pine trees, and when small town talked, it was about important things like good books and insecurities and the future.
And here’s the thing, being with him wasn’t anything like being with anyone else. It was like coming home after traveling the world. Knowing all the rooms by heart. Laying in your childhood bed and thinking, this is it, kiddo. You fucking did it. And maybe for you it’s big city or small town or someone else entirely. I think maybe we fall in love everyday, but sometimes it's different. Sometimes it’s everything. Just trust that it’s out there. Please, please. Just wait for your homecoming.
spock before jim becomes his captain: wild brows, uneven bangs, looks like a big fuckin nerd, is A Mess just in general
spock after jim becomes his captain: pretends to be Cool and Suave, impeccable eyebrows, suddenly starts bending over consoles left and right, Midnight Blue exclusive by MAC from lash to brow, subtly trying to give off signals that hes ready to get dicked down at all times while also trying to maintain his image™
Me: I AM 100% LOYAL TO MY BIAS. THEY ARE MY SWEET, SWEET CHILD/DAD/HUSBAND AND NO ONE CAN EVERY REPLACE THEM. THEY ARE SPECIAL IN MY HEART AND I WON’T JUST LET SOMEONE COME ALONG AND CHANGE….
Yesterday I was on a few different social media sites, and I’m pissed.
Here is an announcement for fellow international fans of K-pop and K-dramas.
They live in Korea. Their primary language is Korean.
International fans who bitch because they want to watch a drama, and interview, a music video, or a variety show, but there’s not subtitles yet, you have a couple options.
1. Learn Korean. How is it you expect them to be automatically there? You are one person compared to a population of 50 MILLION who lives in the country the program is made in. So as easily as you expect someone to know English so they can add subtitles, how about you learn Korean?
2. Just stop being a cunt and wait like the rest of us. Trust me, I’m dying to watch the next episode of Strong Woman Do Bong Soon too, but unlike you, I appreciate the people who spend their time adding subs. I don’t go on sites and social media and blast them because 10 minutes after they’ve added the program, subtitles weren’t available.
I know not all international fans are like that, because I’m not, but this is for the ones that are. Learn to just appreciate that people are working hard for YOU to be able to enjoy a show you wouldn’t be able to otherwise. You’re making the rest of us look bad.
*bonus post because I got super into this request and I had the time!
Genre: mafia! au / angst
Other Parts: coming soon
Warnings: adult language / violence
Summary: Daesung has to tell Jiyong that he’s leaving the family behind to start a new life with the love of his life, unaware of how the leader he’s known for 16 years will respond to his news
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: THANK YOU @annyeongminyoongi FOR REQUESTING THIS!!! Our thirst for more Daesung fics is real. There are barely any out there though, so this is for those of you who are like us and just freaking NEED more love for Daesung~
Padmé survives Mustafar. She and Obi-Wan strike out on their own with the twins, accumulating a far bigger family of clones, Jedi, and assorted troublemakers. Even in the shadow of the Empire, they manage to forge something new.
Captain Rex and General Kenobi both knew any interest they might have for the other was an impossibility. Then they discover that they are not just an impossibility, but something akin to a fairy tale.
After yet another confrontation with General Grievous, Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, along with Padawan Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex, and others from Skywaler’s 501st, find themselves crashed on a far-flung planet. With help two weeks away, our heroes must survive on this strange, abandoned land.
It had been an accident, or so Echo kept saying. They’d been bored, caught up in another endless round of ‘hurry up and wait’ and they’d been tossing around a flashbang in lieu of playing catch with something more dangerous. Like a grenade.
Of course someone had accidentally pulled the pin out and they’d all hurriedly stuffed their buckets on to protect their eyes. And then, because nothing is ever simple or easy. Captain Rex had walked in the room, sans helmet.
The 501st had, in Rex’s salty opinion, screamed like newborn Krayt Dragons and he’d had approximately three seconds to assess the situation before the world had turned impossibly white and he’d gone blind.
Rex waits by the bedside of one of his lovers, waiting (hoping) for him to wake up. Damn the Sith, anyway.
Or - Rex finds proof of the control chips and Palpatine’s treason before Order 66 can be fully carried out, and brings it to Anakin in time. Barely. Unfortunately, he does NOT get there in time to prevent the Order from being sent out to Utapau.
Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better.
I’m going to fix everything Lucas broke if it kills me.
As far as Anakin’s concerned, Obi-Wan is the picture of a perfect Jedi. or, Anakin thinks he knows everything about Obi-Wan but doesn’t. Anakin thinks a lot of things, actually, and he’s wrong about most of them. Anakin’s whole world view is turned upside down. Obi-Wan is having the time of his life.
There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Kenobi is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.
“I shouldn’t,” Obi-Wan said, body going rigid at her side. That wasn’t her intention, but she didn’t take the question back. She didn’t contradict him either. “The senator has only just returned. You two should—”
“He missed you, Obi-Wan,” she said, matching him for vehemence. In this, she would fight him. I’ve missed you, she thought, even though you’ve been here all along. “He would be disappointed if you didn’t put in an appearance.”
Order 66 had thousands of loyal soldiers turning on their commanding officers and shooting them down. A collection of stories about some of these clones and their Jedi, and how death can often be a matter of perspective.
“Maul was my pride, my greatest accomplishment aside from the political games that have wrought me control over the Republic. Why should I take a second apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi? Why would you be worth my time?”
Poe makes it out of the First Order’s clutches in one piece, which in and of itself is nothing short of a miracle. Or, well, he says ‘one piece’, but it’s hard to place physical value on mental capacities and anyways, he’s got other things to worry about than dealing with the aftermath of psychic Force-torture.
Such as that cute ex-Stormtrooper who saved Poe’s life, his droid, and most of his jacket.
Unfortunately (fortunately? He’s not really sure) for Poe, Finn knows what Kylo Ren is capable of, and he’s determined to help.
Your relationship with Yoongi has finally returned to a happy healthy place, but he is ready to start pushing some boundaries.
Warning: This chapter is long - 17000+ words. There is so much sex in here, I was worried that you might get tired of it (LOL!). Super graphic and vulgar, like usual. Lots of dirty talk, including derogatory name calling during sex – but then so do most of my stories. Includes non-BTS idols in major roles for this chapter.
It was 3pm. Yoongi’s
plane had landed at 2pm and now you were just waiting to hear from him. He told you that he would come to your
apartment as soon as he could after landing, and you were getting impatient
waiting for him. You busied yourself
with cleaning the apartment as a distraction.
Between getting his luggage, going through customs, making his way
through fans, driving back to his place to drop things off before turning
around to come to your apartment… it was probably going to be another hour or
even longer before he would be at your place.
It had been three weeks since you had last been together; he
and the other boys were on a tour through several countries. While he was away, he texted you frequently,
sharing pictures of the places he was visiting and the two of you made a point
to video chat every night before he went to sleep. Being able to see his face even though he was
so far away, was a comfort to you.
Yoongi would tell you funny stories about what was happening on the road
or share snippets of songs he was writing; on a few occasions you made
arrangements to share a meal over the internet – you would set up the laptop
across from you on the table as if he was sitting there while you ate your meal
and he would do the same, eating whatever he had ordered from room
service. More often than not, your late
chats would devolve into an online sex session, with Yoongi asking you to strip
and bend over in front of the camera, pulling your pussy lips apart so he could
see inside you while you described a fictional account of you having sex with
other men while he was gone.
When Yoongi was still in town, role playing was something
you would do maybe once a week to provide some variety to your love-making, but
while he was out of town, role playing took a much more prominent position. The scenarios you played out all started in
different ways, but they always ended the same… with a graphic description of
another man having sex with you, ejaculating in you, followed usually by Yoongi
ejaculating in real life from masturbating while you spoke. As much fun as your on-line sex sessions
were, you were looking forward to doing something a little different.
It was 3:45pm when your doorbell
rang. When you opened your door, Yoongi
came bursting through, throwing his bag on the floor and pulling you
immediately into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue violently into your mouth
without even saying a word to you first.
He wrapped one arm tightly around your waist to keep your body close to him
while the other hand rested on the back of your head to keep your lips tightly
locked with his. Yoongi walked you
backwards towards your bedroom while still kissing you feverishly, the movement
was awkward since you both were too preoccupied with the kiss to pay much
attention to where you were going. Your
feet got tangled up with each other more than once, you almost fell over when
he accidentally backed you into a chair and he fumbled with the door knob to
your bedroom. Once he managed to get the
door open, he walked you directly into the door jamb where you hit your head
with a loud crack. You cried out at the
sudden pain and Yoongi pulled away, his eyes wide with shock.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I wasn’t paying attention, I was just so eager to get to the bed, I
misjudged the width of the doorway. I’m
sorry. Are you okay?” Yoongi’s hands cradled your head while he
looked to see how badly you were hurt.
You couldn’t help but start
laughing at the situation. “I’ve missed you so much,” you told him.
Semi rant ahead
As a person of Asian descent, I’m not sure how to feel about this. It makes me uncomfortable knowing some people obsess over a race after either being ignored or objectified for some time, depending on what is current and trending.
You can love our culture and be amazed by the breathtaking diversity of it. You can study our languages. You can love our people. You can appreciate Asia and what it stands for.
But please, please, don’t do it to the point of appropriation and objectification.
We aren’t a fad. We arent a fetish nor are we objects of desire.
We are a race of people. Real. Living. Thriving.
Please remember that.
Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.
Genre: Fluffy, THEN ANGST AND I AM SORRY
Warnings: Drug abuse, sexual abuse, animal abuse, swearing, blood
If you have a problem with what happens in the chapter then please voice your concern. There is another warning that I won’t put down because it spoils the entire chapter, but if you are uncomfortable with what happened and don’t want to read this one or the next one with deals with similar subjects please let me know.
A/N: I’m sorry. This chapter might be horrible. This chapter might wreck you. this chapter is very problematic. I’m sorry. I hope you like this chapter, the next one is way more eventful I promise. Inbox always open, I love feedback!
~ Admin Brooklyn
Everything was calm after that. Almost two months had passed and Ji Yong was fully healed, a little scar on his shoulder. You were doing okay yourself. Mr. Kwon had managed to still teach you self-defense, although in a new location, your room. He would sit down as Daesung would teach you. There were days Mr. Kwon would sneak you out of your room and take you to the empty shooting range, where Seungri or Seunghyun would continue to teach you knife throwing. Other than that you didn’t have much to do. You’d reorganize your room twice a week just because. You’d take Gaho for walks too, varying combination of the boys by your side each time you went.
Ji Yong was constantly checking up on you. At first, you were annoyed, but it didn’t really bother you after a while. He’d show up in the morning, go to work come back and tuck you in. If you were lucky he’d have a frustrating day and cuddle with you for the night. At the same time though, when he was frustrated he would be stubborn and wouldn’t hold you until you woke up with him with his arms around you and his head tucked into your neck.
Today he was going out on a mission, so like normal, he came in and checked up on you. You were reading a book, laying down your elbows resting on the bed as you held the book up. Ai had curled up and settled right on your stomach, purring as he slept. You looked away from your book and turned your gaze to him. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. His black hair was swept back and his white button down shirt was a tucked in. His sleeves were rolled up and he wore gun holsters that rested on either side of his torso, guns loaded and waiting. You felt your heart beat faster and you swallowed hard.
You sat up slowly, letting Ai wake up and hop off your rising figure. A small smile appeared on Ji Yong’s face when he saw your reaction. You turned around to face him. You give him a sheepish smile and he just stands there for a second.
“Another mission?” You ask, you being the first to break the silence. He nods his head and goes over to you. He sits down the bed right next to you. Ai quickly climbed your lap and walk over to Ji Yong, settling half of his body on his leg and the other half on yours. You pet Ai, staring down at him while Ji Yong stares at you. You can feel his gaze but don’t do anything to draw attention to it.