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Tainted Love (part 2)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: swearin’

A/N: I’m so glad you guys like Tainted Love so far! Here ya go :) As always, I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning.

After watching Maggie’s routine, Lance claps his hands and turns to the blonde. “Hope. Office. Now.”

With a frustrated sigh, she follows him to the office and shuts the door behind her, waiting for him to rant on about how Maggie can do so much better. But, he didn’t.

“Well, she’s as good as gold. You’re not shit after all Hope.” Lance smiled at her. “Oh wait - you are.”

Hope rolled her eyes. “Shut your whore mouth.” she snapped. “And why did you bring me in here if you were going to tell me that? I thought you were gonna chew my head off or something.”

“I brought you in here because of her.” he nods his head over to you. “Who is she?”

Hope glances back at you, watching as you high five Maggie for doing a good job before starting a conversation with Ben.

“She’s my best friend.” Hope says, turning back to Lance. “Why?”

He shrugs, hoping to play it cool. “Nothin’ I just wanted to know who she was. She seems nice.”

“She is, but she can be a bitch if she needs to be.” Hope tells him and his eyes are now focused on you.

The way you smile, the way you tuck away your hair behind your ear, all make you seem so perfect. It was insane for Lance to be thinking like this because, well, Lance never thought about anyone like that. He had this foreign feeling inside him and he’d never admit it out loud but he kind of liked it.

“Give me her number.” he turns to Hope with a serious look in his eyes.

Hope’s face contorts. “What the fuck, no.”


“Because she’s my best friend and I won’t let her be another notch on your belt, asshat.” she snapped. “She’s too nice of a person to deserve what you’ll do to her.”

“Oh, and what exactly will I do to her?” Lance folds his arms across his chest as he glared at the blonde in front of him.

“You’ll lead her on to believe you actually like her, fuck her, then throw her aside and move on to your next victim. You won’t care about her feelings because all you can care about is yourself. It may not look like it, but she’s a sensitive girl, Lance. And I won’t let you fuck her up.”

Lance watches Hope exit the office and walk towards you and Ben. With a sigh, he gathers his things and exits the office as well.

“Well she’s clear.” he spoke, joining the small group. “I expect great things from you, Maggie.”

The happy brunette smiles and nods before Lance looks at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“Nice meeting you too, Lance.”

He held eye contact with you for a bit and Hope didn’t like it. So, she shoved him. “Leave already, dick breath.”

Lance smirked at her. “Oh, you would know all about what dick breath smells like, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.” Lance chuckled at Hope’s annoyed expression.

With all that being said, he leaves the gym, flustered and with you on his mind. So consumed in his thoughts, he accidentally hits his head while getting into his car.

“Ah, shit.” he groaned, holding a hand to his head, completely unaware that just behind those gym doors, you stood holding your head as well.

3 days. It’s been 3 days and Lance cannot get you out of his head. 3 days and not once have you left his mind. He had to get in contact with you somehow. It was driving him insane.

But how? Hope wouldn’t give him your number. Ben probably had your number as well but being for the fact that Lance had fucked his girlfriend, he doubted that he’d give him it.

With an exasperated sigh, he throws himself down on his couch. He didn’t know anything about you, but he wanted to. When he saw you, it was different from when he’d see other girls but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Why did you have this effect on him?

Getting up from the couch, he decided to ease his mind of you and go out to the bar. Getting shitfaced sounded amazing, he could really use a drink.

Over on your end, Hope dragged you out to the bar. Karaoke night. Every karaoke night the two of you would get completely shitfaced and sing A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton because it was in your favorite movie, White Chicks.

While on stage, singing your heart out with Hope by your side, you hadn’t noticed Lance walk through the bar door. At the sight of you, he smiled. Mostly because he got to see you again and you were making a complete fool out of yourself.

Lance took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink as he watched you and Hope finish up the song, followed by loud applauses and hoots and howls. While you were walking off the stage, you had accidentally hit your knee on the speaker box, resulting in both you and Lance to tend to your knees.

Lance’s eyebrows knit together as he rubbed the spot on his knee before looking back at you. Coincidence, right?


Lance never cared about the whole soulmate thing which was why every time his soulmate tried contacting him, he’d either ignore her or tell her to leave him alone. Besides, if he ever met his soulmate, she’d probably want him to settle down with her and that just wasn’t Lance’s style. He didn’t want to be on a leash. He wanted to be free.

Gulping down his drink, he decides to join you at your table with Hope and Ben.

“Hi friends.” he smiled, gathering the attention he wanted from the 3 of you.

“Stalking me? Pfft, that’s low, Tucker. Even for you.”  Hope scoffed, rolling her eyes.

She was way out of it. And by the looks of it, so were you.

“In your dreams, Hope.” Lance responded, adverting his eyes to Ben. “This doesn’t look like your type of scene. What are you doing here?”

“I come to keep an eye out for Hope and Y/N to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid. I also take them home. Well, I take Y/N home, Hope lives with me so-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I didn’t ask for your life story buddy.” Lance cut him off. “Tell you what, I’ll take Y/N off your hands.”


Lance rolls his eyes. “I’ll take Y/N home so you have one less person to take care of.”

At this, Hope perks up. “No. There’s no way in hell I’d ever let you take my bitch home.”

Main bitch.” you correct, causing Lance to chuckle.

Hope glares at Lance. “I know what you’re capable of and I will not let you take advantage of-”

“Slow your roll,” he spoke up. “Now I know I’m a pig but I wouldn’t go as far as to having my way with a woman when she’s completely shitfaced. I thought you knew me better than that, Hope.”

Lance dramatically pouted and Hope groaned.

“We were having a nice time until you showed up.” she huffed.


“It’s cool if he takes me home, Hope. You know I can defend myself, sober or not.” you insert yourself into the conversation that seemed to be all about you.

“Yeah, she can defend herself, sober or not.” Lance grinned, smacking on his mint gum, knowing how irritated Hope got when he did that.

Hope placed her head in her hands. “Ugh, fucking cut it out before I murder you.”

“Cut what out?” he asked, continuing his actions.

“I’m gonna-” Hope lunges for him but was pulled back by Ben. She struggled to get free from him so that she could fuck Lance up but it was no use.

“I’m ready to go home now.” you announce, deciding to get out of there before Hope literally killed Lance on the spot.

“Good choice, let’s go.”

You gather your stuff and give Ben a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hopi.”

She threw threats towards Lance as the two of you made your way outside and into his car. And then it hit you. You were in a strangers car. You would never ever do something like this but for some reason, you trusted Lance fully despite only meeting him once. You got a weird feeling when you were with him. Like you two have known each other for years. It was comforting yet weird.

Upon arriving at your house, Lance brought you to your bed and tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable.

“You good? You need anything else?” he asked.

You hummed in response, turning on your side and curling up in a ball. You had muttered out a thank you before soft snores escaped your lips. You were out. Lance let out an exhausted sigh and left your room. He’d usually leave a girls house as soon as possible but he wanted to make sure you were alright in the morning. So, tired as hell, he fell asleep on your couch.

You woke up groaning. The hangover you were experiencing was probably way worse than any of your other ones, and you’ve had many hangovers.Kicking your sheets off your body, you drag yourself into the kitchen, being met with a tired looking Lance.

“Woah, what are you doing here?” you question. “Wait.. We didn’t..”

“No, god no I would never take advantage of you like that.” he groaned. “I took you home last night and it was pretty late and I was tired as hell so I slept on your couch. I meant to leave before you woke up but I guess I slept in.”

You noticed he was massaging his temples, like he had headache and decided to ask him about it. “Do you have a headache?”

“What? Oh, I guess. I just woke up and my head was pounding. I tried looking for some painkillers but..” he trailed off.

“They’re over here.” you say, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of painkillers.

“Thank god.” he breathed, walking towards you with his hand out.

You give him two and get two out for yourself as well before putting them away. “Yeah, I needed some too. These hangovers are unbearable.”

At this, Lance looks up at you. His head was hurting, as if he had a hangover. But he only had one drink at the bar and he surely wasn’t a lightweight so he couldn’t possibly gave himself a hangover. Were you his.. Soulmate? No. You couldn’t be. There’s no way!

But was it really that impossible? There’s only one way to find out.

Lance bites his lip and takes a deep breath before pinching his side very hard. You let out a yelp, nearly dropping your glass of water as your hand went flying to your side. The same exact side Lance had pinched.

Coincidence. This had to be a coincidence. Lance tried again, this time pinching his upper arm and you reacted, hissing at the pain and rubbing the spot. He couldn’t believe it. Now it made sense why he felt the way he did when he saw you. You were his soulmate.

Holy shit. You were his soulmate. That means-

“Ah, shit.” you make eye contact with Lance. “My soulmate keeps pinching himself. That or he’s being pinched by someone. Either way it hurts.”

All Lance could do was nod, still not believing what he had just found out.

“Speaking of soulmates,” you continued. “I hate to intrude but have you found yours? I haven’t found mine yet which sucks because everyone around me already knows who their soulmate is.”

Lance gulps. “um.. Yeah.. Yeah I’ve found mine already.”

“Really? Who?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Lance didn’t want to say anything just yet but his mouth moved faster than his brain did. “You.”

His words hit you hard and your head began to spin. “W-What? There’s no way.”

You didn’t want to believe it. Lance Tucker was your soulmate? Pfft, no way!

“I’m telling the truth.” he says. “Think about it, you have a hangover and suddenly my head hurts too.”

“Coincidence?” you wanted to force yourself to believe that.

“Look.” he say, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket. “I apologize in advance.” Lance squeezes his eyes shut as he pinches the skin of his arm harshly, causing you to feel it as well.

“Ow! Stop it!” you shout, holding your as just as he stops.

“Do you believe me now?” he breathed, rubbing the spot on his arm that he had just pinched.

“I-I can’t.. No.. I-” you stumble over your words before making a beeline for your room, shutting and locking the door. You pick up your phone and frantically scroll until you find Hope’s number, calling immediately. She answers on the fifth ring.

“What the fuck Y/N? Why are you calling so damn-”

“Shut the fuck up and listen Hope.” you cut her off.

“Okay, I’m listening. But I don’t know what could be more important than-”

“Lance Tucker is my fucking soulmate.”

Hope went silent.

A/N: This wasn’t as eventful as I hoped it’d be but here ya are :) tell me what ya think!


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You’re Beautiful

Originally posted by jeonbase

A/N: So, this may just become a thing. I’ve been saying that in my tags when I posted the last POC scenario and imagine, and now, because I am putting in the time and effort; I think it’d be best to start adding in these types of stories. Representation is definitely important, and if I can help make more stories relatable for people like myself, why not? :)

P.S. If by any chance, at some points within the story it doesnt make since, something doesn’t fit, or seems too corny, I apologize. >.< Im trying 

Genre: Fluffy like a yorkie, but with a pinch of angst.

Pairing: Y/N x Suga

Word Count: 7726 (Oh so long! XD)

“This is too stressful,” you huff and plant another chip in your mouth, “like, he’s making me sweat.” As you aimlessly search for shows on Netflix to watch, you slump further into the bag of chips you’ve deemed as your safe place, and whimper. “Like, who told him to be that hot and be casually nice, and smell good,” you scoff. “And I don’t even pine for guys like that! Not that it’s an issue of race, but just in general—the whole male population as a whole.“ 

 "Uh-huh,” your best friend agrees nonchalantly. 

“No, like I can totally feel your overboard support through my phone,” you smirk, but smile because even you know that you’re being silly. You’ve almost forgotten how it feels to have a crush, and the giddiness makes you excited and smiley for no reason. You fall back onto your bed with an ‘oof,’ and spread out from your previous sitting position. 

 "What? I’m listening,“ she replies, and you can hear her flip through pages—of what you guess—a magazine. “I’ve been here for almost an hour listening to you talk about your crush diligently, and haven’t said a word." 

"My point exactly,” you respond and sigh. 

“So, what do I do?” You press another chip to your tongue, and at this point, you feel like you could almost inhale the bag. 

“How about you just talk to him and see where that goes?" 

"Like start out slow and act friendly, and then maybe ease into a dating?” you ask, and you form a small frown. “I don’t think I can though, like what do we talk about? He probably doesn’t even know I exist." 

"That’s why you have to break the ice and just start off slow. If he can get a chance to know about you, then maybe something’ll happen,” your friend sounds hopeful. “Yeah, but it’s almost like we’re a worlds apart,” you whine. “We’re so different." 

"And?” your friend challenges. “Different isn’t bad, and you better figure this out soon before someone else snags him." 

"Wow, how encouraging,” you mutter, but you know she’s right. Like always. This doesn’t have to be difficult, but something’s just holding you back. Whether it’s the difference of cultural backgrounds, or the more outwardly-obvious reasons; taking a step towards this guy just seems…like, what’s the use? “I get what you’re saying though, because I’ve seen other women look at him likes a piece of meat." 

"Well, I have to keep it one hundred with you. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you think that you have forever, or by a miracle he’ll just fall in love with you at love at first sight,” she replies. “But before we hang up, because I have to meet my man for dinner; if by chance this does develop into something, he’d be one lucky dude. You’re a catch, don’t worry." 

"Awe, thank you,” you reply, and your frown literally start reversing itself. “Goodnight." 

"Night, honey,” she responds. When the phone beeps to signal that the call ends, you toss your phone onto your bed and wipe your hands on a nearby napkin. 

You’re standing up from your prolonged sitting position and your joints and muscles pop, as you stretch. Walking to your walk in closet, before you enter, you flick on the light switch. A faux crystal chandelier glimmers above your head, and brightens up your wardrobe selection. You have clothing pieces for each season, varying in different colors, and shoes and accessories to match. Needless to say, you’re proud of your collection. It’s not too much, but it’s more than enough to enjoy yourself. Nothing in your closet is too overly priced, except for maybe some shoes and a couple handbags or clutches. But you always try to purchase soberly, and not splurge on something you’ll only wear once. So as you stand in front of your clothes, you’re surprised when you feel like you have nothing to wear. In front of him. 

As you mull over outfits and possible scenarios of how you’d guys meet, you wonder when you’d make time for a relationship in general. You have a job, and school itself is almost relentless. You cannot and will not let your grades drop, bc that’s your ticket to an overseas schooling program that you need. The opportunity to travel and learn in regards to your career at the same time, it’s exciting and it could be an eye opening experience. At this, your frown starts making a comeback. 


“Am I stupid?” you ask yourself. “Come on, before he gets away,” you whisper to yourself. Sitting on a bench, off to the side of the park next to your local basketball court, you watch Yoongi playing basketball, and you feel shady. You wonder if this could count as stalker tendencies. You don’t watch like this all the time, but on rare occasions that you can just sit and watch him shoot three-pointers all day—because he is just that good—you get mesmerized and admire secretly. You sigh. The breeze smooths past your skin lazily, and though the sun is bright and out, the temperature outside says otherwise. Which is why you bundled in a decently padded coat, a scarf, and beanie. You have no gloves, and you almost regret it, because your pockets aren’t doing enough.

“Still watching from afar, I see,” your friend observes. She sits beside you and hands you a red to-go Starbucks cup. 

You sigh dramatically and take the offering with a wide smile, “You shouldn’t have, but I’m glad that you did. And, yes. I’m still admiring. I mean, look at him.”

“He’s good,” she agrees. Noticing off to the corner of your eye, you see she almost scoots forward, and she chuckles, “Did he change his hair color? That hair used to be black.”

“Looks good doesn’t he? It’s different, and I just want to run my fingers through it. Maybe give him a nice scalp massage while I’m at it.”


“Like the cream,” you agree and laugh heartily. You’re not joking, because you’d really do it too. Not paying attention, because you were laughing too much at your own joke, you look back up to the basketball court and pause when you notice Yoongi’s gaze directed towards you. This makes you laughter halt immediately and you just stare back. After a small moment, when your friend nudges you to do something, you just bashfully look down at your hands and muster up the courage to at least wave. Nothing much, just a wave and as much a friendly smile as you can muster. Your hopeful when you notice he starts waving back, because that means you weren’t just imagining things. However, your face starts to morph into confusion when you notice some girl grabbing a hold of his attention. 

“Did she just vajay-block you?” your friend asks. Any other time you would’ve just laughed and maybe snort, but it only just brings forth a small quirk of the mouth. 

“Block what? We were just waving at each other,” you brush off. Deep down though, you feel a pang at disappointment, though you don’t expect him ignore others just because you guys have a small moment. You’re sure that your face shows this, because your friend just rubs you on the back.

“Hey, you’re going to do fine,” she says softly. 

“How? I can barely wave at him without being shy about it, and she just flat out, practically sprinted towards him,” you counter, and you want to slump in your spot. You can’t help but to take mental notice of her appearance too. She’s petite, with long soft wavy hair, that’s gray with subtle lavender highlights, olive skin, hazel eyes, and just overall beautiful. You abruptly stand up, get you book bag, and exit stage left with your friend right behind you.

Sipping on your third cup of coffee for the day, you’re seated in front your homework for the week, and reading your textbook diligently. You’re at a Starbucks a block away from your university and letting the breeze hit you outside, because the inside is too crowded. You pay no mind to the strangers passing you by and trekking up the steps to get inside the warm building. All you want to do is eat your favorite chips, sip coffee, finish some work for the day, and get on with your life. However, you’re confused when someone stops by your table.

Taking the chance to look up, your eyes grow wide when you see Yoongi smiling down at you. His platinum blond hair is covered in a black beanie, and he’s sporting a white Nike sweatshirt with matching bottoms, and the sleeves pushed up his forearms. The look compliments his athletic habits, and your heart almost skips a beat, and you want to look away before you body doesn’t want to.  At some point, the silence is moving sluggishly, and you start to feel subconscious. Your mind begins to nit-pick everything you feel like are flaws. You hair hasn’t been the most cooperative today, so as time went along, you just wrapped your hair into a cute donut bun, though it’s—to you—noticeably wanting to gain friz. You think you may be slightly bloated, and somewhere around lunch, you’re sure that your matte lipstick has started to dry and is cracking, though you’ve haven’t noticed any real damage done. 

You’re not sure what to say, and almost go back to reading when neither of you say anything. As you start to brush him off, you notice the confusion in his eyes, and Yoongi steps closer to your table and knocks on the wood. “Hi, I think I saw you at my—the basketball game at the park earlier,” he says, looking hopeful. His smile is brought back, and you almost get the lost in the charm of his eyes before you respond. 

“Yeah, hi,” you reply and stand, while holding out your hand to shake his, “My name’s—”

“Y/N, I know. We have a few classes together,” he grins and latches onto your hand, and you notice a small blush form on his alabaster skin. You just nod, but no words come out, and you’re both left in silence again. With his hand still in yours, and you notice how his long fingers caress your hand softly. He gives your hand a small squeeze, “Well, I noticed that you’re studying and don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just go get coffee and then leave.” You smile and just nod again. 

“See you around,” you say hopefully, and he gives you a bright smile and says that he hopes so. As he leaves, like clockwork, the giddiness returns and you wonder where your firm stance to stop crushing on him went. Nonetheless, though you fight the smile trying to take control of your face, you also want to squeal a little. 

Low and behold, you guys do meet again the next day. Only a few hours after dawn, of all the days you try to sleep in, you accidentally start your day late and in a frenzy. You have to speed through the halls of your campus building to not miss your test. The moment you turn a corner and feel yourself bump into another person, you brace yourself to apologize profusely and possibly crash onto the floor. However, on impact, someone catches you in their arms and helps you to regain your balance and not fall. “Woah,” Yoongi chuckles, and you feel like the day couldn’t start off any better, “somewhere to be?” 

“My first class this morning starts with a test I’ve been cramming for, and I can’t afford to miss it,” you reply, and try not to wheeze all over him. You want to hide your face and just be swallowed into a hole. You wanted to sprint to him, but not run him over. That, and he still hasn’t let go. You have to shake your mind out of the fog, when you start to notice how good it feels to be his arms and how it’d be to cuddle with him for real. 

He gives exceptional hugs, you feel. 

“Which class?” he investigates.  

“(Major of choice),” you reply, and try looking everywhere but his face. 

“Let me escort you, this way you don’t run into anyone else,” he suggests, and again has this hopeful look about him as he stares at you. 

The close proximity hasn’t gone missed between you two, and you feel like he notices too. He draws the features of your face into in his mind, as you do his and the tension is getting suffocating. You urge yourself to just say something, or better yet just get him to let go. Politely separating yourself from his arms, and you catch a draft after doing so, you smile your usual polite smile and say yes. 

Just as you both begin walking in the direction of your class, you remember the time or the lack thereof you have, and start speeding up with him right behind you. Coming up on the door, you barely turn around to thank him and enter the silence of the classroom. You quickly find your way to your desk, and thankfully, though you’re only a minutes late, your professor into present yet, so you can breathe peacefully. Yet, you’re heart picks up pace again when you see Yoongi peeking through the classroom door looking for you, and when your eyes meet, he gives you a thumbs up and waves bye. 

"Aw, you guys are so cute,” your friend squeals. “So when’s baby daddy gonna put a ring on it?”

“You’re something else,” you laugh, but aren’t mad at the thought.

“You know I’m just teasing, girl,” she reassures and smiles, “but on the real though, I’m happy for you.”

“Nothing’s happened yet.”

“Can we get something happening then? Maybe a study date? Movies? Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Oh, I know. A date a the skating rink,” she suggests, and brushes her shoulders off, proud of herself. “It’s perfect. Nothing too secluded, you get a chance to talk, and you can bond at the same time.”

“I don’t even know if he likes me like that yet,” you counter, but wonder what you’re waiting for.

“No one holds somebody for that long, or even better, escorts them to class, if they aren’t interested,” she reinforces.

“I don’t know,” you reply, and play with your food. Today, you and f/n decided to eat lunch in the cafeteria, just to have a change of scenery. That, and once f/n revealed to you that a source of hers mentioned that Yoongi eats here every once and while, you thought to yourself, ‘why not?’ Unfortunately though, you haven’t seen Yoongi yet or since this morning, so you start to lose hope.

"You don’t know what? If you don’t mind me asking,” Yoongi adds himself in your conversation, and you’re startled enough to jump when you weren’t expecting him. He sits himself between you two and starts digging into his own. From his sweaty appearance and the sweat towel around his neck, you assume he just finished playing basketball. His muscles outline slightly from the sweat on his white t-shirt, he has on basketball shorts, and this time a snap back as well. He’s very skinny, but still lean and in shape. You just look towards f/n and she smiles cutely.

“Yoongi, how are you? I’m y/n’s friend, f/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she introduces herself.

“To finally meet me? Has y/n mentioned me to you a few times?” he quizzes and you catch the peeking he does through his lashes towards you.

“Only just several times,” she confirms, and you almost throw something at her. You can tell she’s feeling cheeky, and you’ll have to watch her.

“Not that often, and really just about your crazy basketball skills,” you reassure, and suddenly your lunch looks a lot more interesting.

“How are your skills off the court? Care to show my friend? I think she’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

If you weren’t such a nice person, you had been snatched her by her edges. You just laugh it off, “You’re doing too much, stop talking. I promise we’re not that weird,” you say to Yoongi. He chuckles at whole spectacle, and you almost want trap his laugh and save it for rainy days.

“Nah, just thirsty,” she retorts. At this he tilts his head and you can see he confusion in his face. You hope with everything you are that he doesn’t understand. His first language isn’t English, so if you’re lucky, that term could’ve just flown over his head.

You almost choke on your food, and decide to toss her your half empty water bottle, “I’ll give you the ocean, if you just shut up.”

“Well, then you’re in luck. I have to leave to go do a thing.”

“What thing? You don’t have a thing,” you say, and produce the saddest puppy dog eyes you can, so as to stop her from leaving.

“Silly y/n, if I want to have a thing, then I’ll have a thing,” she playfully scolds you. “My life doesn’t revolve around you, honey. Now, when we can have a double date, then we’ll talk,” she pushes in the last part quickly and then jogs out of your reach. Watching her hair sway as she leaves, you want to drag her back to the table, because you’re not sure how to act around Yoongi.

“Why don’t we have a thing?” he inquires and looks at you directly, and you witness a smirk form on his lips.

“We? Uh,” you respond, but barely. “Like, what do you mean?” You gulp discreetly.

“Anything we want, really. I don’t mind, as long as I can spend that thing with you,” he smiles and stares at you endearingly. At that, you could almost fall into his lap without clear reasoning, aside from the fact that you like him that much. You wonder how he does it.

“How about we go to the skating rink downtown? Have a thing?” you suggest. Your mouth stretches into its own smile.

“I don’t skate, but for you, why not?” he agrees and wipes his hands on his shorts. “Well, I have to go do an actual thing that involves studying, but give me your phone and we can make plans.”

“I look forward to it,” you reply and hand him your phone with the contact info form open.

“Feelings mutual,” he says and gets up for the table. Throwing his gym bag over bag over his shoulder, he walks backwards and grins his charming smile at you again, “See you around.” You wave to him this time.

After spending 2 hours with f/n trying to pick out a cute, but casual outfit for your date, you’re giddy during the whole drive from your home. You fortunately find a parking space not too far from the building, and walking around the block to get to the front entrance, you’re surprised when you see Yoongi already standing outside the venue. His hands are fiddling with his phone and he doesn’t see you walking up to him. However, you see him nice and clearly and your stomach does flips. He isn’t in anything that you haven’t seen him wear before, or that’s different from his laid back style, yet every time you see him, you can’t help but to feel excited and butterflies churn. “Did I come late?” you inquire, seemingly startle him.

He chuckles, and shakes his head, as his signature smirk shows through. “Nope, my friends just dropped me off early because they had something else to do,” he replies. “Ready to have fun?”

“I thought you didn’t consider this as fun,” you remind him, and lead the way inside. He treads beside you.

“It isn’t, but someone may as well have fun laughing at me, as I fall on my butt.”

“It won’t be that bad,” you try to encourage him.

“Just wait.”

After paying for the shoes you guys are going to rent for the occasion, you notice that after he laces them on and then tries to stand, but continues to fall back into his seat, that he’ll have some issues.  You, yourself though, have no problems standing and you grab both of his forearms to help him up as well. He’s wobbly on both feet and can’t stop looking at the ground to make sure he doesn’t fall. “You’ll do fine. However, I think we should take it slow.” You look in to his eyes, and he stares back and then nods. “First let’s just walk over to the ice, and just try standing on it.”

From then on, it was a hit or miss of a lesson. When he walked out on to the ice, he couldn’t stop using the wall as a supporting crutch in order to keep standing. He’d sometimes hold onto your hands, and you’d help him glide over the ice at a snail pace. Once you let go, if he had no momentum, he’d just be at a stand still. No need to try and move forward by himself, because he’d always lose his balance, and it’d be the end after that. Multiple times you’ve watched him fall and get back up. Fall, then get back up. However, as time continued to pass, your muscles in your feet, legs, and including abdomen from laughing so much, began to hurt and you knew Yoongi was already fed up with everything, if not including life. “Ready to leave?” you ask, while checking the time on your phone.

“We’re leaving already?” he responds with a tremble in his throat, as he tries to get back up from falling on the hard surface. Anytime he’d think he’d have a foot secure underneath himself, and then try to stand on the other, it’d slide back and he’d be on all fours.

“Well, it’s been three hours since we’ve arrived,” you reply, and chuckle. “Come on, Bambi,” you coo and grab a hold of his hands. He starts to stand on one foot and then the other, and now he’s at least still and not one the ground.

“See? Told you you’d get a knack out of this,” he rolls his eyes, but his smile never leaves his face. “I didn’t realize so much time had passed.”

“Well, time flies when you ‘re having fun,” you smile and swing his hands in yours. “Shall we go?” Leading him back to the rest are, you’re careful to not pull him too fast and then help him to a nearby seat. You saunter to the counter to pick up your guys’ shoes, and when you get back to Yoongi, he already has his skates off and looking at his feet concerned. “Break something?”

“Yes,” he sighs, “my tail bone and pride,” he jokes.

You hand him his shoes and start to take off your own skates. “Maybe next time we should do something else? I don’t want you to force yourself to come with me here and not really enjoy yourself,” you suggest.

“I’d come here a million times if you asked me,” he says, and laughs at his own corniness, while trying to smooth out your insecurities about bring him.  

You smile a long with him, but are glad that your face is hidden. With the pigment of your skin, no one can really see if you blush, but you’re sure your face would still speak a thousand words if he were to see it then. “While I appreciate the gesture,” you say and stand on your feet in your own shoes, “I’m not trying to destroy your bruised tail bone. How about you choose the next destination?”

“Fine, I like that idea,” he agrees, and looks back down at his feet. “That reminds me. Can you give me a ride back home? My friends are still probably out, and it’d take them too long to pick me up.” That catches you off guard, but you not sure if you mind too much, because then you’d get to spend more time with him. Needless to say, you’re hoping that he feels the same way.  

Surprisingly enough, going to the ice skating rink with Yoongi was more fun than you anticipated.First, he was the perfect gentleman, you guys could always find something to talk about and you were both interested in keeping the conversation going. It wasn’t forced, or too awkward. Anything you could talk about on a first date, you did. There cute moments of whispering nothings into each other ears and just laughing at the gall you both had. There were giggles. There were times when he’d fall into your arms, so <i>he</i> wouldn’t fall, and you trying not stare so blatantly into his eyes. It was perfect, to say the least, yet still odd to think about. 

Secondly, you both are so different, you weren’t entirely sure how everything would fair. If not for the cultural differences, then for the more obvious, outward reasons. He had the pick of anyone he’d probably want, and here you two were. You still question yourself, ‘why?’ You know you shouldn’t have thoughts like those, but it takes time to reverse that sort of mentality. Every once and while, it can come with dating outside of your race. Sometimes you consciously—or even subconsciously—slip into that frame of mind, when you feel unworthy or not “his type.” Then there are moments when you’re proud to say that you catch yourself, and not let such defeating thoughts bring you down. You’ve found that if you were to ask yourself, if f/n were to ask you if she were worthy enough, and you wouldn’t say those self-defeating thoughts to them, then why do it to yourself? It’s never easy, and knowing your worth takes time, but it can be achieved. 

The drive back to his place is silent, and in your opinion, more awkward between you both than before. As you’re driving past green lights and other cars, you notice he’s less talkative. His body is with you, but you wonder if his mind is somewhere else. Did he not have fun? Did he regret the date? Should you have even gotten your hopes up? What’s wrong? Around 15 minutes later, you pull your around the corner of the apartment building he stays in, because parking in limited. Finally finding a parking spot, you reverse park into the space and turn off the engine, but the radio could still be heard playing in the background. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out. He turns to you in the passenger seat and looks at you undauntingly. 

You’re not sure if you want to look back at him because his stare could sometimes be intimidating. Though you know not on purpose, but because…well…that’s just how his face and eyes work. Gathering up the courage, you take a deep inhale and look back him with your own searching eyes. Upon his direct stare, you almost freeze, but talk nonetheless. “For what?”

“Being like this,” he uses his hands to gesture at himself, “Awkward. Even more than I was before. Non-talkative.”

“Um, it’s okay. I mean if you didn’t enjoy yourself, I won’t force you to be all happy go lucky,” you reply, and then look back ahead of yourself. There isn’t much to see, but you’d rather look at the cars parked ahead of you and the street. At least then if your eyes get the slightest bit of glassy, he won’t be able to tell and he won’t have to feel sorry for you. 

“That’s not what I meant,” he says immediately after you say your piece. “This is probably one of the best nights I’ve had in a while, but I’m not apologizing because of tonight. I’m saying I’m sorry because I know I’ve just made things unnecessarily weird between us. Back at the rink, I was a lot more open and had more to say, but that’s because my mind didn’t have to work overtime to find something to talk about. Everything flowed a lot nicer when we were just talking about anything and everything at the top of our minds, and when we both had to focus on me not seeming like a total idiot in front of you. Not to say that falling on my butt should be a conversation starter,” and you snort, “but it was just easier. Now that our attention is fully on one another, I can’t seem to think of anything to say that’s cool or funny, and I’m overthinking everything I think I should say.” He takes a deep breath and asks in a low voice, if that even makes since. “I’m nervous. I’m sorry.”

In a way it made since, and yet didn’t at the same time, but you’re at least happy to hear that he truly did enjoy himself. “It’s fine.” You say, and look back him. His eyes appeared to had gotten softer, and the tension you didn’t even notice, also left his shoulders. 

He turns back around slowly, “I guess I should get going then.” Was that it? “I think I should leave now before I make myself seem even more uncool than you probably already think I am,” he chuckles. No one makes any sudden movements, but at the last second, you do. 

Opening the driver’s side door, you step out into the brisk air. Your body is protesting the cold, but your insides are burning. You don’t do something like this often, but you don’t want to let the night end like this. You’re aware of the attraction between you two. You’ve seen it, obviously have experienced, and you want to put it to the test. Right now. Walking around your car you meet Yoongi, who’s already standing outside of the vehicle because you left, on the passenger side of your car. “Anyway, thank you for—“ you halt his words with your delicate kiss. Nothing forceful, but purposeful and straightforward. Your hands are on his biceps, and they glide up his arms and around his neck and head, where one of your hands relish in the softness of his hair. His hands find themselves on your waist, and he leans into the kiss too. Your lips mingle with one another. They feel. They caress. They’re tender to its recipient, and careful to not scare either away. As several seconds pass by, you finally pull away and he follows your warmth an inch, wanting more but he holds himself back. You smile at his eagerness, and see that his eyes are still closed, and your foreheads are touching. “Thank you. You’re really a good kisser,” he admits, and then smiles to himself. “Tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.” 

Your own smile spreads uncontrollably onto your face, and you separate yourself from his grasp. “Have a good rest of your night,” you say and start walking back to the driver’s seat of your car.

“Really? How could you say that, knowing that you’re the best part of it?” he asks, and his famous smirk shows back on his face. “See you around?” 

“You think I’d stay away now?” you ask cheekily, and get into your car. He waves bye as you drive away, and you can’t wait for tomorrow to come.

“Aren’t you guys the cutest ever?” f/n exclaims and dances in her seat. “I’m so happy for you!” You’re both at you guys’ favorite lunch spot, while working your own separate school assignments. School isn’t letting up, and between that and work, you wonder if there’ll be any free time soon. “So, when’s the next date?”

You laugh at her blatancy, “It’s only the next day.”

“And? Didn’t you two already talk about it this morning, when he texted you ‘good morning’ this morning?” she raises her eyebrows teasingly at you, trying to hint at something. But you stopped her in her tracks.

“It wasn’t like that,” you insist, “we haven’t gotten that far and it’d be too soon.”

“Not too soon for a smooch, which by the way, I’m impressed,” she laughs.

“You seem more happy than me.”

“Hardly! Girl, you were practically glowing this morning,” she giggles.

“I wasn’t,” you retort.

“Glowing like the sun so much, I almost regret not bringing my shades today.” You just shake your head at her, but the smile still hasn’t left your face, and you get back to work.

At the moment, it seems like you have too many assignments to start, and not enough time to finish what you’ve been working on for a few weeks, but you get to work anyway, before your next class. At this rate, you wonder if you’ll ever meet Yoongi again anytime soon. Like that, days turned into weeks, and they transitioned into a little over a month. Your encounters never lasted for anything over a few minutes every blue moon, but your texting conversation continued to go strong. Little words here or there were sent throughout your days, and you figured you should at least be happy with that. Neither of you really had time, and even f/n was having a hard time keeping up her life and school.

Sitting in the library, you’re taking notes diligently until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Your timer’s just gone off after two hours, signaling for you stop your research and to move on to another assignment for the night. It’s almost 10 pm right now, and the day’s activities has already been settled into your body. Your hands are feeling cramped, your back hurts from sitting hunched for too long, your feet are feeling sore from getting up and going every place known to man, and your eyes a beginning to feel heavy with sleep. You bring your coffee cup up to your mouth and drink down the lukewarm caffeine. You sigh and lean back into your chair. You think yourself that you only have two things to do before the night ends and then maybe you get to sleep at around 1 AM tonight. You’re groaning.

Sitting forward again, and leaning on your elbows on the table, you start to type again but onto a whole other chart of numbers and statistics that are fusing together. Slowing getting to the flow groove of just working, your phone vibrates in your pocket again. Absentmindedly, you bring it up to line of sight, and you take a quick glance at the front and notice it’s a text from Yoongi. Here goes the cheesy smile again. “What are you doing?” he inquires.

Your frown and look back at your laptop screen. “Studying.

Is it for anything important?

You almost laugh, “I think so. Ive heard rumors of students who didnt complete their assignments and fail the semester miserably.

Sounds important, then.” You nod your head ‘yes’ slightly and begin to look back down at your homework, until you hear a text being sent to you. “Want to ditch?

As tempting as that is, I cant. I have too much to do and at stake,” you reply, disappointedly.

Come on~” he starts. “What can a 20-minute break do to you?

Against your better judgement, knowing it’d be longer than twenty minutes that you’d spend with him, you still text him back agreeing, and ask him where to meet. You’re surprised when he tells you to come to the basketball court. Nonetheless, and not caring too much about his request because you want to leave the library, you pack up your stuff.

5 minutes into the stroll and coming closer to the court, you’re surprised when you see him and few other guys playing. You don’t make any sudden movements for him to catch your attention, and just watch silently off by the sidelines. Some of these guys he’s playing with you haven’t seen before, and you’re not sure if they go to your university or not. Another five minutes pass before Yoongi calls for a time out, and jogs over to you. “Enjoying the game?” he asks panting. His hand are placed on his hips and he walks over to his bag to grab the towel that sitting haphazardly on top of it. He wipes off the waterfall sweat that falling into his eyes, and then stands closer to you. “Want to meet my friends?”

“Why not?” you reply, and he starts yelling and waving everyone closer to you both. Understandably, you’re a little nervous. Will you like them? Will they like you?

“They’re weird, but you’ll like them,” he smiles.

“Is this the famous y/n? Do you know he talks about you nonstop?”  the tallest of the guys asks. His hair is a deep brown and he’s more muscly, but about as lean as Yoongi, and with broader shoulders.  

“Hopefully you only hear good things,” you chuckle.

“I don’t talk about her nonstop,” Yoongi retorts.

“Nope, you just have this greasy smile on your face whenever you start texting her,” another man speaks up and, and runs his hand through his light pink hair. Odd color, but whatever floats his boat. “Hi, my name is Jimin.” He smiles and brings forth his hand to shake yours.

You’re polite and introduce yourself back., while shaking his hand “I’m y/n.”

“Don’t forget about me.” Another voice shouts, but is deeper than the rest so far. He jogs up to you and takes your hand in his too. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” You tell him it’s nice to meet him and introduce yourself as well.

Then another male jogs to the group. “I’m Namjoon,” he pants and nods his head to you, with a dimpled smile showing through.

Then another male bumps into him whom is slightly taller. “I’m Jungkook.”

“And I’m Hoseok,” someone else voices, and the crowd has to part slightly for him to come through. “My sister-in-law, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

You giggle, and probably look confused. You glance at Yoongi, but he doesn’t notice and he throws Hoseok a ‘Really?’ sort of look. “I will remember this day.” He runs his hands through his hair, and puts his hands on his hips. “Want to play?” he directs his words at you.

“No.” You shake your head. “I don’t think it’d the best idea.” You’re not horrible at basketball, but you don’t really play either. If anything you just enjoy the game and actually know how the game works for the most part.

“Nonsense, I’m sure you will be great. Do you want to be on my team?” Taehyung suggests. His English isn’t broken, but it sounds a little garbled. His accent is semi thick, but you can understand him.

“No thank you,” you shake your head again. He looks a little disappointed, but he just nods his head understandably. To you, you’re not in the best position to be playing when you’re not that great at it and your feet ache. That, and you’re dead tired.

“Can we play?” you hear another voice, but that’s feminine. Your line of sight moves around some of the guys heads and you notice that it’s the gray-haired, hazel-eyed beauty, as well as a group of her friends—you’re assuming at least. Everyone turns around to see who the voice belonged to and one of the guys, you think Jungkook, goes to give the girl a side hug.

“You’re here,” he exclaims.

“You thought I wouldn’t come? And miss this game?” she purrs. “You must be out of your mind.” Well this is an unexpected turn of events, and you want to fight to not roll your eyes. You’re not sure where the feelings are coming from, but you’re jealous. She’s pretty, can play basketball—apparently—and probably knows everyone better than you do. As you watch all of Yoongi’s friends greet the ladies that have just arrived, you wonder if you missed your chance at having a decent friendship with them too. It’s a strange thought, but you almost feel out of place.  

“I didn’t know you had invited them,” Yoongi says with a smile. Is he excited to have them here too? Did he forget you that quick? This pricks you in the heart a little bit.

“Yes. I invited them because I thought that since y/n was coming, why not invite more people? This way there could be a girl and boy team,” he replies and shrugs. Jungkook looks towards you. “Y/N, I know that you don’t feel up to it. So, if you don’t want to play, you can just sit this one out and watch on the bench.” Nope. You won’t.

“You know what? I actually have to get back to the library to study, so I’m going to go. Thank you for the offer though,” you smile to everyone, and they look confused by why you’re suddenly leaving. Even the girls that have come look confused. “Have fun.” You look at Yoongi, and he stares back at you with a slight frown. You start walking back to where you’re thinking you should’ve stayed in the first place.

You tell yourself that you don’t need to put yourself in that vulnerable state by staying there, but you also wonder why you didn’t try harder. Fight for him harder. Did she even like him like how you assumed? Why disqualify yourself so early in the game? You laugh at yourself a little. You’re not sure why you’re like this.

After coming back to the library and then studying for an additional hour, you start to pack up your things and decide to finish your work at home. You saunter to your car and get into the drivers side of the vehicle. You sit for a second. You’re tired and you don’t want to move, but you don’t want to stay in the school parking lot either. So you start your car and give it a few minutes to heat up. At the last second before you put the car in drive, someone knocks on the passenger side of car. You jump, and look at who knocked. It’s Yoongi.

He points at the passenger seat of your car, and you oblige. You’re not sure why. He climbs in and looks at you pointedly. “Why’d you leave?” You know he didn’t mean it in a demanding or blaming way, but you already feel guilty for leaving so fast anyway. Of course, you’re sad for going because you didn’t even give yourself a chance, but you didn’t want to stay either.  

“I just wanted to leave, okay? I have to study, and again, I can’t play basketball. So, me being there wouldn’t do anyone good.” You look away and lean back in your seat. You don’t feel like having this conversation right now, and you feel like it shows on your face and in your posture.

He sighs, and looks ahead of himself, taking his eyes off you. “You’re right, you can leave when you want to. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s been a long night. But I really have to go, so,” you say, and leave your sentence hanging in midair.

“It’s not alright,” he insists, and looks back at you. “I didn’t know Jungkook was going to invite those girls.”

You snort. You’re happy that he understands why you left, as well as are a little embarrassed, but you brush it off. “Yoongi, it’s fine. You can play with whomever you want to. It doesn’t make a difference.”

“Unless it’s with a person of the other gender.” You look at him surprised, and his signature smirk shows up.

“I’m not jealous,” you start out, “but I’m glad you understand.” You both laugh and it reminds you of the laughs you both had at the rink.

“So, Hoseok was right.”

“About what?”

“He told me that you had looked a little disappointed when the girls came,” he says and looks at you sadly. He leans back in his seat as well and caresses every detail of your face with his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “You didn’t do anything.”

“That’s the point. I didn’t do anything. I should’ve gone after you, even after the smidgen of a hint that you didn’t like what was happening. How am I going to be your boyfriend if I can’t even figure these little things out?” Your eyes widen significantly and you mouth to him ‘boyfriend?’ He nods haughtily.  

“I just never expected you to say it out loud,” you respond and giggle.  

“Well, I figured I shouldn’t beat around the bush and just say it up front. I like you, a lot, and you don’t have to wonder about it either.”

“So, what does this mean?” you ask, while simultaneously trying to fight the smile off your face.  

“It means, I take you another date fast before I miss my chance with you,” he smiles endearingly.

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Everything, but going skating again.” He chuckles, and you almost get lost in his eyes. It happens when you’re around him.

As you’re both having a moment, your back door behind Yoongi’s opens. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need a ride home,” Taehyung pants, and sits down cozily in the back.

“So do I,” another voice pipes up, and you notice that Jungkook is standing beside Taehyung. Taehyung scoots over for Jungkook to get in too, and then Jimin tells Jungkook to scooch over as well.

Jimin climbs into the vehicle, and then looks up at you all smiley and expectant. “I hope you don’t mind.”  

You glance towards Yoongi, and he calmly looks like he wants to murder somebody. “Why not? We weren’t having a moment,” he says tightly.

“Well then, we’ll just make ourselves comfortable,” Jimin laughs.

“Y/N, can you play any music?” Jungkook asks.

“Just let me pick, they always choose what we listen to,” Taehyung complains. That’s how your night with Yoongi starts and ends. With three of his so-called toddlers—his words—bickering and giving you a headache, but also a smile you welcomed.  

The end. 

anonymous asked:

SLAMS IN. RQ ARE OPEN HALLELLUJAH. okay okay hear me out. rfa + v + saeran reacting to mc willingly staying in rika's apartment after everything in the game happens like ugh it sounded better in my head. like the dating period you know? and the bomb is still active and stuff and w/e yeah i just oh gosh this sounded better in my head

The apartment is… pretty rad i guess. I mean, basically MC didn’t need to pay for it or anything. It’s written in V’s name so… I don’t know- free stuff 


• no

• “I mean the apartment is lovely and all, i’m sure- i even saw it- just a glimpse- but STILL! You cannot go back there with a bomb still active”

• he calls Seven on speed dial and just dude, the bomb, fucking fix it

• asks them if there’s something wrong with living with him since they did in fact kinda live together during the last few days before the party is it because of the beast is that’s why


• nO

• he is not ready to lose another important person in his life and he absolutely do not understand why they ever would want to go back to a place that literally could blow up 

• he calls Seven crying and telling him to take away the bomb security option because ??? why tf is that a thing

• he clings to them and hold them close begging them not to go back there until the bomb is deactivated, he can’t stand losing another dear to him


• NO

• Jaehee is having NONE OF THAT, unless the bomb is gone forever and the safety of everyone in the building is assured she is NOT HAVING ANY ON THAT

• she asks for the reason behind their want to go back to the apartment even though there’s a bomb there

• she is ready to kick Seven’s butt, fix the bomb n ow… pLEASE 


• NO?

• “My love, may i ask you why you’d want to go back there? Is there something you are displeased with here with me?”

• very taken back by the whole willingly want to go back and live in the apartment, not that it’s anything wrong with that… Oh wait, yes it is- because BOMB

• before he let’s them he asks them to wait until it’s taken care of by Seven


• NO??

• “You know i love you a lot and honestly i never want to cage you and not let you do your thing but this- this isn’t gonna happen”

• after the whole drama happening he had totally neglected the thought of the bomb sHAMEEEE so first things first

• deactivate the bomb security issue before ANYTHING, like… Not just for their security but for EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO IS REMOTELY CLOSE TO THE APARTMENT 


• NO???

• he may be blind as a bat but he will try to block their way he failed and walked into the wall buy kudos for trying 

• if the bomb wasn’t there he’d be totally fine with them wanting to live there and do their thing but with the issue at hand he cannot stand for it

• he asks for the reason why and if they could at least wait until the bomb is gone, please don’t go omg i love you please 


• NO??!

• “Are you fcking insane why the hell would you want to stay THERE? with a BOMB ACTIVE? Saeyoung what the fuck- why- why is it still active? Do something about it- no never mind i’ll do it myself jfc

• the next hour or so he will type away to his hearts content and when he is done, he slams the computer lid down and is all like aight, fine. It’s cool now. 

• he’s still very confused and thinks they’re kinda batshit crazy for willingly living with a bomb. And not a bomb as in oh that person is good looking- but an actual boom bomb. 

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  • “My life is great, but it would be better if I owned a giant rock of dinosaur poop.”
  • “Few drugs have captured the hearts and minds of Americans like crack.”
  • “Want to help your kids keep up with the Kardashians?”
  • “Oops! Leaked another nude.”  
  • “That’ll show her who’s pro-violence!”
  • “Of course I’m talking about porn.”
  • “Honestly, if living in shit was good enough for our cavemen-ancestors what makes us so high and mighty?”
  • “Need to stuff your crotch to impress the neighbors?”
  • “We call those people vegans, and we speak of them in hushed tone.”
  • “I’m not touching you; you can’t get mad.”
  • “Really it’s a worthwhile exercise as long as your time is worth absolutely nothing.”
  • “How dare you enjoy something that I have deemed inferior?”
  • “Classic sex offender technique: leaving a trail of candy on the filthy ground.”  
  • “Ah, bagpipes; the beloved sound of Scotland and aquatic mammals in labor.”
  • “She looks like you’d have to pry the can out of her fingers to get her into rehab.”
  • “The man lost a lot of blood.. dick blood.”
  • “If you tell anyone you have a concussion, your parents won’t love you anymore.”
The best and worst quotes from @straightcharactersoftheday

Today i took it upon myself to quote my favorite source of entertainment!
The fantastic blog @straightcharactersoftheday
I reeeaaallyyyy love that blog and i 10000000% think that straight characters need more representation??? like they are so right????????? straight characters are practically NON-EXISTENT NOW!
all vry fantastic vry good statements are bolded

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Story timeeee!! (The one that got away?)

I officially entered the bowl 8 months ago and within a month met an amazing guy on tinder (sn: ive used tinder since day one)! He’s a lawyer in his early 60s, very handsome, smells great, dresses impeccable, treated me better than any other guy I’ve ever been with to this day and most of all we were friends too. He was a white man who dated young thin attractive black women since his divorce. Listen ya’ll, this man took one look at me and asked if I was a “K” 😂😂😂😂. That’s how I knew he wasn’t lying about dating black women. He definitely had a type 💀.

Now he was never my SD per se as I never received an allowance and he never knew I was a SB. However, he would send me money if I expressed a need or distress, for nails or if I wanted to buy something (which I never fully took advantage of because again I was still a “newborn” in terms of sugaring. In other words, I was scared to open my damn mouth! I had not cause I asked not!) We dated like bf/gf only going to ATLs most exclusive 4.5/5 star resturants and frequenting the 4 Seasons, The W or Ritz whenever he was in town.

This man held open doors, took coats, pulled out chairs, handled valet, checked in before every date being sure that he sent me the correct address, made sure I was completely satisfied in every way even if that meant he had to talk to the chef himself (he’s done it before). He left NOTHING to interpretation. Anything a gentleman should do, he did. He was a wealthy white man and he used his privilege with authority yet humbly to make me happy. Best part yet? He never, ever invited me to his hotel room, kissed me or touched me at ALL! So much respect!

Well after a dating for a bit, he let’s me know that if I’ll have him, he’ll pay off my debt and put me in his will along with his two children (one is my EXACT age 😶). I could expect a very nice ring. He wasn’t proposing right then, but he wanted to be sure that I knew that he wanted this to go somewhere as “hes old and doesn’t have many good years left on earth” (his words). He said he didn’t want to waste time and that if I couldn’t be sure that I wanted to be married within a yr that he’d have to move on because he didn’t have as much time as I did. The thought of being married so young scared me but this is what we as SBs want right? And here it was at my feet only months after being in the bowl. I wanted him. I wanted this life for LIFE! Everything just lined up…almost.

We still hadn’t been sexual let alone kissed. That night we had the talk, I made a move. I was gonna see where things could go with us. I invited myself to his room. I kissed him, which wasn’t all that great, but whatever I wanted that will. He was grinding on me making old man sounds like he was about buss in his pants. I ignore it cause I’m trying to get a BMW convertible for Xmas. He sticks his tongue in my ear and literally, I fucking kid you not, starts making a noise that sounds like “sha la-la-la sha la sha la sha la-la-la”. Then……he grabs my face and proceeds to lick my makeup off my face with long strokes of his tongue and it feels like a cats tongue and for some reason, THAT breaks me and I realize I can’t do it lol. I just cannot. One of my eyebrows is halfway gone and my contour is erased. I can feel the spit drying on my skin. I start to rationalize things different.

Like this man just might fuck around and live for another 25 yrs. Can I deal with this for 25 yrs? I can’t have a sad pussy for 25 yrs. Can’t have an affair, that’ll cancel out the will. This is why I drink on dates! To take off the edge so stuff like this won’t bother me. I try to show him how I like to be kissed….he shhhh’s me and proceeds to suck my neck like a leech. I can’t. And I never do again. Now that I’m a bit more experienced and I’ve seen more shit, I’m thinking about calling him up 🤔🤔🤔. It would be hella nice to get out bowl.

Theory of Overprotective Canines

Guys, I’ll admit that I was getting a little antsy only doing these short fluffy one-shots. So, instead, I present a 12k, College!fic full of pining, growling, AND, my favorite, fullwolf!Derek.

 Still, technically, this is for the Not Quite Normal OTP Challenge and the attempted mind meld challenge with andavs! (It sorta worked this time!! if you allow it to!)

 4. First Night in their First Apartment 

(I know it doesn’t really fit at all. Hush, I made the challnege. I can do what I want.)


“Stiles,” Derek’s voice is the low rumble that Stiles has long since gotten used to. It also sounds vaguely disapproving. Stiles is pretty used to that too.

“I know, I know,” Stiles replies putting up a hand before Derek can finish. “I said that there would be an elevator, but I thought there was! How was I to know it’s been broken since the 80s?”

Which is unfortunate since he is on the fourth floor and they have to bring up all his stuff, but he doesn’t have that much stuff. And Scott and Derek are werewolves so, really, they should not be complaining.

“You cannot live here,” Derek continues, as if Stiles hadn’t spoken.

Stiles blinks.

“Why not?” Behind Derek, Scott is looking around as well. His face also seems to be a bit pinched. “Is there something supernatural? Oh my god, I can’t believe my luck with these things!”

“No,” Derek says. “No, not supernatural but this is… Stiles, this is a terrible part of town.”

Scott nods. Stiles frowns.


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Okay so I have this co-worker, a woman in her mid-fifties, that really, really likes talking about how hot she finds male actors to be.  And hey, that’s fine, but she also has to know if the other female workers find them attractive too.

So, whenever she gets on the topic, she’ll start grilling everyone on how dreamy they find Ryan Gosling or Hugh Grant to be.  Most of them nod and comment that, they too, find this particular man to be hot.  And then there’s me, who has never willingly sat through a romance movie ever and therefore has not been exposed to these allegedly hot, hot men.  When I claim honest ignorance on the subject, she expresses shock and disbelief and orders me to immediately google his name to find out what studliness I have been missing out on.

So google his name I do and generally find myself looking at a generic, well-groomed, white male actor who is of little or no interest to my completely ace ass.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK?” She asks, already knowing the answer because we’ve gone through this routine many times before.
“Huh,” I say.
“You just don’t get, Mel,” She responds sadly, shaking her head.  And truthfully, I don’t.

Now, this is important, her favorite actor of this type is Bradley Cooper.  She absolutely cannot get enough of this guy.  So when Guardians of the Galaxy came out, I was sorely tempted to tell her to go see it since Cooper is, technically, playing a main character in it.  This, however would be mean since he’s the voice of Rocket Raccoon and never actually appears on screen.  So I was nice and kept quiet about it..

Fast forward to today.  She just saw Jurassic World.  Today, she started railing on about how hot “that Jurassic World guy” is. And I’m like, “Chris Pratt. She’s talking about Chris Pratt. I like Chris Pratt.  I need to tell her about Actual Ball of Human Sunshine™ Chris Pratt.”

But then I’m like, “Wait,”


I start slow by asking her if she’s ever seen Parks & Rec.  She hasn’t.  I recommend it to her on the basis that Chris Pratt is in it, it’s hilarious, and I personally think everyone should see Parks & Rec.

Then I go in for the long-awaited kill.

“Have you ever seen Guardians of the Galaxy?”
“Chris Pratt is in that too.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Bradley Cooper’s also in it”
“REALLY?!” Her eyes widen in excitement.  You can see literal, unbridled joy in them, “What was it called, Guardians of the…”
“Galaxy,” I answer, a little too cheerfully.

So anyway I technically tricked her into seeing Guardians of the Galaxy, but I don’t feel bad because it’s a good movie, she’ll have her eye candy, and she will definitely like the soundtrack.  She won’t, however, be expecting her favorite hot guy to be playing a CGI raccoon with a rocket launcher.

We Need To Talk About Kevin - Smut

Originally posted by maryorjane

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW +18
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/OC
Words: 4,370

Request: Could you do one where, due to some crazy weird shit, stiles has the power to see into the future for one day, he has a huge crush on the reader and goes forward a month or two and sees himself kissing her, i’d just like him to be really nervous and cute about the situation.

A/N: Okay so this turned into an OC so I’m sorry about that. Also, it got really funny, and a little off track, so I apologize if this wasn’t what you were looking for, but I needed to laugh and I did this to myself. Thank you to @completedylantrash for the idea behind this and to @toppunks for helping me out with it too. And a special thanks to Kevin, cause he’s my favorite creation. Also, don’t do drugs.

Stiles walked into the clinic, the bell jingling on the door to alert Deaton of his presence.

“Hello?” He called, stumbling through the swinging door leading behind the counter and into the exam room. All was quiet, so he stuck his head into the back hallway where the animals were kept. “Deaton?”

“I’m back here Stiles! Are you waiting for Scott?” Deaton’s voice was far away, coming from the dog pens.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for him out here.” He called back, walking back to the exam room and dropping his backpack on the floor. He rifled through it, pulling out a small bag of pretzels. He chewed thoughtfully, leaning against the wall, his foot tapping rhythmically on the floor. His eyes drifted across the room and to the exam table, noticing a cup of steaming liquid. He stepped closer for further inspection, the color of the liquid suggesting it was tea. He hummed, not taking Deaton for the tea drinking type, and moving to lean back against the wall.

It was in this moment that everything went horribly wrong.

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Is It Odd for Somebody who is a Fe User to Have a Hard Time Expressing Their Feelings?


I’ve been trying to figure out if I am an INFJ or an ENFP by studying the differences between all the functions and then seeing if I can recognize that style of cognition within myself. 

What is stumping me is whether I am an auxiliary Fe or Fi user. I know I lead with intuition, and I lean more towards me being an INFJ, but I have a really hard time expressing my emotions verbally. Aren’t Fe users supposed to be able to express themselves emotionally, where as Fi users usually express their emotions through action? I usually do better writing out or demonstrating my feelings, for example, giving a love one a card telling them how I feel or cooking them something rather than just coming out and saying it. But, then on the other hand, I feel like I readily recognize others emotions and feelings, regularly absorbing them, and but when it comes to my own feelings about something, I have to take time to really sift through everything and sort them out. I generally intellectualize my feelings and feel them later, not when their happening. Based on this, would you say I’m an auxiliary Fi or Fe user?

Thanks for your help!

Why is it hard for you to express yourself emotionally?

Is it that you literally can’t easily put things into words – or because you feel safer expressing love in nonverbal ways? Has someone in the past made you feel insecure in being emotionally expressive? Did you open up and get hurt?

There are many reasons we do and don’t do things. Cognition is our preferred mental process, which manifests in certain behaviors – but others are taught, learned, preferred, chosen by the user, and become part of us, regardless if it’s our natural state or not. Even so, the core motive of the basic functions remains the same – Fi is more focused on the feeling impressions, and how they impacted or struck Fi, than in shaping the external emotional environment; and Fe desires to shape the external emotional environment, in order to accomplish things. Fi is looking inward for feeling impressions; Fe is more easily able to work within the external environment.

In my experience, Fi’s are the types who need to go be alone for awhile, to fully process, figure out, comprehend, and put into words their emotions – but introverts cannot always react quickly in external situations (one exception possibly being the ISXPs, who have Se to help them adapt quickly), so there’s some “down time” required for them to respond. Generally my IXFJ friends might go into hiding for awhile, to decide what to say or do about something, but then they come out of hiding guns-loaded and share their feelings – and expect the other person to react in a timely manner, because now it’s out in the open (Fe) we need to deal with it! (Which… yeah, as a bratty teenager, rather than deal with one argument as it happened, I gave a friend the silent treatment for a week – I ignored her calls / refused to pick up, didn’t answer her e-mails, and finally only caved and said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow” because she was escalating into a full meltdown – but I was still trying to figure out how I felt, if her accusations had any facts behind them, if I wanted to make up, and how to handle this situation days… weeks, even years later; after a break with a friend, it took me – no joke – eight months before I broke down and cried when I realized I actually missed her).

I had lunch with three FJs and a TJ yesterday – and watching the Fe’s bounce off one another’s emotions, escalating in hilarity, egging one another on, encouraging ever more vibrant, emotionally-driven dynamics, was fun – each woman set out to “engage” emotionally (entertain) and did so, and the more they did, feeding off one another’s energy, the more excited and happier they got, because everyone was having a wonderful time, everyone was on the same page, and that’s when Fe is most delighted – because it’s about us now, not just me. They laughed and cried together. I saw their emotions, I absorbed them from a distance, happy that they were happy, but I’m never quite “in the group” – I’m generally, indeed, more preoccupied with how I feel about things. I’m sure they find me (and the TJ) puzzling, since we’re not emotive in the same way – and often, they misread my feelings and assume I’m not having a good time when I actually am – it’s just that their Fe is “blocked” by my Fi, in a sense.

Several years ago, I had rather a bad afternoon – when I’m in a mood, I cannot bring myself to socialize in my usual fun-loving, sarcastic manner, even to keep other people happy. I went somewhere with friends at the last minute, and we were seated with several people I immediately disliked at a table. I watched the INFP and ISFJ I was with socially engage – and I sat there in a reserved, cold, sullen silence for most of the meal, because I saw absolutely no reason to talk to these people, whose initial behavior and attitude offended me immediately. I was, essentially, a stone cold bitch and they probably went home thinking of me as one. I beat myself up for it later, like, “Could you just be a LITTLE nicer once in awhile?” (you’ll notice I didn’t care what they thought about me, but turned that razor-sharp criticism on myself for not being A BETTER PERSON) but I was having such internal NOPE going on, both based on their initial behavior and my own inner angst (related to other things) I couldn’t get around the internal FEELS in order to fake it, like I’ve done (badly) before. As it turns out, ISFJ didn’t like them either, but her Fe made her “play nice.”

I have a hard time, as a Fi, playing nice, or faking anything I don’t feel – as a child, I had such a I’M MY OWN PERSON, DON’T TRY AND FORCE ME INTO GROUP EMOTIONAL CONSENSUS attitude that I would actually sometimes be rude, in an attempt to be polite, but on my own terms. For example: I was at a friend’s house, eating a meal; one person remarked that it was good, then another, and everyone agreed – except me. Now, I thought it WAS good, but that’s before I learned how the world works – that everyone says it at the same time, the hostess beams, and conversation moves on. My silence earned me my friend’s dad looking at me, rather pointedly, and asking in a warning tone, “Do you like it?” I swallowed, and nodded, and said, “Yes, it’s VERY GOOD. =)”

Saying it in a group, to me, made me feel like it was just an automatic response – and that she might think I wasn’t sincere, since it came amid a general collective consensus of YUM. Having everyone say it together diffused it. For me, going up and telling her after the meal (shyly, of course) how much I liked it would have been real – a gesture of the heart, potentially seen by her as truly meaningful, rather than agreeing with a group, which to me might seem insincere – like one person says it, and everyone rushes to agree. If everyone is in emotional agreement, I feel disturbed or troubled.

I felt robbed of that experience, and like my agreement didn’t mean as much as it would have done, if I’d been allowed to say it when I wanted to. I was thinking more of my own authenticity, and less of how she might feel, if that one little blonde chick on the end was staring at her plate, silent, while everyone crowed, “Yay, it’s SO GOOD, Mrs. ______!” Oops.*

What’s the big deal, you might think – just say it!

Fi sighs and says… can’t.

Why do you do what you do? Don’t look at behavior, look at motives, and THEN how they impact your behavior.

- ENFP Mod

* Also, I find it pretty hilarious that out of all the times I ate there, was around that family, etc., I most clearly remember and am still irritated over that moment – probably because it made such an enormous dent in my emotional impressions (Fi).


✨Torn Between Part 6✨


I served us both some pasta and some strong wine, with this I knew that this was going to need some hard wine to go with our conversation and to let lose my stubbornness. We began to eat, Shakira kept looking at the flowers that were right in her face. She took a bite and then look at the flowers again, she laughed and shook her head. I finally asked
“Why you shaking your head?” I took a sip of my wine.
“I just can’t believe how beautiful they are!” taking a glance at them once again.
“I’m sure Pique has gave you more beautiful flowers than these! Come on Shakira!” I nudged her.
“No Pique has bought me flowers before, but not as beautiful as these flowers! Seriously who buys the vase too! It’s just simply gorgeous!” She said pointing at them with a fork full of pasta.
I just laughed.
“I am so jealous right now!” She squealed.
We finished our dinner, I took her plate, placed it in the sink.
“How about dessert?” I looked at Shakira, while opening the fridge. She nodded her head. I took the ice cream out and served ourselves.
“What is that?” she questioned as I was serving us.
“Homemade lemon ice cream.” I smiled as I scooped.
“What you know how to make homemade stuff!?” She said excitedly and shocked.
I just giggled and nodded my head.
“Don’t tell me that was homemade chicken alfredo!”
“Yes it was.” I smiled at her, while putting the ice cream away.
“Oh my God! That’s so amazing! I can barely cook for myself! You are how do you say it in the US? It has wife in it.”
I laughed and sat down with the ice cream, “Wifey material?”
“Yeah! That’s the word!” she said before taking a scoop of the cold delight. I just had to see her expression on her face. Her eyes rolled back as she savored it.
“What you think?” I smiled at her, waiting for her feedback.
“Unbelievable. You should come cook for me one day!”
“I would love too! How many people can say, Oh yeah I cooked for Shakira one time at her house. Right?” She just hmmed as she took another spoonful.
We finish and I started doing the dishes, Shakira wanted to help, but I told her “No Shakira! You are the guest.”
“Okay but I want to have more of that wine and to talk more about Marc.” She smirked.
“Yeah. I want more wine too. And oh okay, but he isn’t the only one! Just to let you know” I smirked as I was drying the dishes.
“Oh goodness. We are going to need the bottle.” She laughed as she took our glasses and the bottle, heading towards the couch. I finished up the dishes and headed to sit next to her. She already had the glasses filled to the top with the delicious but yet harsh red liquid. I grabbed my wine and plopped right next to her. She had her shoes off with her feet up on the couch sipping on her wine.
“So tell me!! Are you and Marc a thing now?” She said facing me with lit up eyes.
“Umm well here’s the story with Marc. My first day that I arrived here, my boss introduced me to the players, Marc was the very first one to come up and say hello to me. I really didn’t think much of it until today, that he likes me, Dani even told me that 2 other players like me as well. So after having that conversation, I had to exam Marc and after I was finished with him he asked me if he wanted to go get a drink after the game tomorrow. So I really wanted to say no because I have other drama going on with other players, but I eventually said yes to his beautiful green eyes. You should had seen his face, it lit up like I have never seen it before!”
“Awww how cute! Wait you said that there are more that like you? Besides Marc?”
“Yes. Rafinha and Neymar too.”
“Really! Three guys that’s a lot. I was maybe thinking that you had a love triangle problem but no you have a square problem. So who do like the most?”
“This is how it all started. You know how I told you about Marc in the beginning right?” Shakira shook her head “After Marc came up to me Rafinha did too, he was shy but sweet. Last was Neymar and at first I did not like him. Neymar seemed cocky to me. Well after Neymar said hello he told me that he liked me and he wanted to take me out. I just ignored his offer because I was told that we cannot date with in the league. So the next day Rafinha comes here and brings me donuts and coffee/tea/hot chocolate. I asked him how he found my house, comes to find out that he lives right across the street. But I can honestly say that I like Rafinha more because he’s not pushy and is sweet.” I said looking down shyly. I felt butterflies form in my tummy, when I thought about him.
“What! He lives right across the street? That house over there?” she said getting up and pointing behind the curtain. I just shook my head. “That’s really sweet of him.” She continued. “Go on.” She said as she sat down.
“So New Years comes up. Rafinha invited me to the club to meet up with some of the players to celebrate New Years. Before we go he gave me those other flowers over there, plus he compliments me, making me feel special. So I go, drinks where flowing, we all were having a good time getting along, laughing, I ask Marc to dance with me, we end up dancing very sexually, then Neymar cuts in, and compliments me on my dancing. I ask him where Rafinha was at and I look over and Rafinha is dancing with some chick, kissing her neck and feeling up all on her. I don’t know what it was Shakira but I really became sad and upset.”
“You were falling for Rafinha weren’t you?” She looked at me with sorry eyes.
“Yeah. I did. So later on everyone was celebrating, I was dancing with Neymar again and when the clock stuck 12, I kissed Neymar seductively. Long story short, we had sex.” I said sipping looking the other direction awkwardly.
She gasped and hit me softly on my shoulder, “You bad girl!”
“Yeah, I know. But Shakira I seriously do not know what to do with these guys! Help me. Which guy do you think I should pursue?”
“Well Neymar is the type of person that just want to have sex with, with no strings attached. I love Neymar but if you want a relationship, I would chose Rafinha because he is sweet and the protective type.”
“Well what about Marc?” I questioned almost whining.
“Well since you already said yes to go out with Marc on his birthday.”
“Woah woah wait! It’s his birthday tommorow!?!”
“Yeah. I think you should go but just to let you know he just broke up with his girlfriend, Melissa, I do not know if he is just looking for a fling at the moment but just be careful.”
I just nodded my head, looking into her eyes. That’s when she hugged me tightly, and said “I hope you make the right decision.” She let go, when I felt a motherly kiss on my forehead. She was so kind and sweet, that’s what I loved about her, she cared.
“I am so happy I have someone to talk to, Shakira. For a minuet I felt myself get lonely and no one to talk to.” I smiled kindly to her.
“Oh sweetie you always have me to talk to. Enough with this boy talk, let’s get drunk and have fun. Let’s forget about these men in your life.” She said sounding very mellowed out.
“Okay.” I said awkwardly. I think she was already light weight tipsy. I was feeling mellowed out as well.
Shakira chugged on her last of her wine and asked in a slurred tone “Do you have any more?”
“Yeah, I’ll get it for you.” I smiled. I was walking a little wobbly. I grabbed the wine from the fridge. I was in the process of opening it when Shakira said “I bet I can ask you anything right know!”
“Yeah. You can, I am pretty much and open book.” I said struggling a bit popping the cork.
“How was Neymar? I always wanted to know.” She cutely hiccupped at the end.
I giggled “He was really fantastic! His head game was the best I have ever had!” I finally opened it. I laughed because I was happy that I opened it. I walked over to her and sat down. I poured some in her glass and then mine.
She took a sip then said “Oh really that good ayy?”
“Yeah when I told him to stop, he kept going and giving it to me. I thought I was going to die.” I said exaggerating.
“Oh my god sounds heavenly.” She said rolling her head back, having her head rest on the couch.
“So can I ask you about Pique?” I smirked looking at her when her head shot up and stared at me.
“Oh let’s say if you ever see me walking funny, that means that he can put some serious damage on me. I like it, it’s good at the moment but the next day I am paying for it.” She just laughed and I laughed so hard, I literally almost peed my pants.
This night was literally the best, we talked about everything, and we danced, played music loud.
The next morning I woke up to the irritating sound of my alarm to get up to go to work. I ignored it and slept. I woke up to a second sound which was my ringtone for someone calling I answered in groggy tone “Hello?”
“(Y/N)!! It is 9 o’clock you were supposed to be here at 8! We are leaving in about an hour and 30 mins. Can you make it? You need to ride with us to the game.” Nate almost screamed my ear off.
I was alerted when he yelled my name. “Yeah I’ll make it boss! See you then.” I hung up.
I was still laying down on the couch when I noticed that I felt Shakira’s hand around my waist, she was still sleeping. I moved her hand gently and got up slowly. When I got up that’s when I felt the headache coming. I decided to take two pills, I went upstairs to take a quickshower, I got out and checked the time to see if I can blow dry my hair, and I did. I straightened lightly and then got dressed in my uniform. I still had 40 mins left so I made tea for Shakira and I laid out some pills for her. I wrote a note for Shakira
“Shakira, I had fun last night, I really needed that. I made you tea and I have 2 pills for you in case you needed them. Please lock up for me. See you later. Go Barca! – (Y/N)
I left grabbing my tote, locking the door behind me. I left my house and I drove past by a little yellow bakery, that’s when I remembered that it was Marc’s birthday. So I decided to buy him a small pastry with the candles that said 24. I got the little delight and left quickly to Camp Nou. I arrived to work and the players where already getting on the bus to go to the airport. I stepped on the bus and Nate was in the back waving for me to come sit next to him. I walked by and they all stared at me with this glare of stare that I was in trouble but not Marc, Marc waved to me, I smiled and waved, I sat next to Nate and he asked me “Why were you late?”
“I had a late dinner last night.”
“Oh okay. Just don’t let it happen again ok. Especially on game day.” I just nodded my head and laid my head back.
“So who are we playing against? And where are we going?”
“Elche, It’s in Elx. It’s about a 5 hour ride on the bus, but we will be taking the plane.” I just nodded my head and then pulled out my earphones to listen to my music. We arrived to the airport, people were stopping the players, taking selfies and autographs. We got on the plane I sat by the window, Marc came and sat next to me. I pulled my earphones out and started talking to him.
“Hey” He smiled.
“Hey. Happy Birthday Marc!” I said hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. He blushed.
“I have something for you.” I said as I grabbed my bag.
“Oh you didn’t have do that (Y/N).” He gave me a bright smile.
“No I wanted to.” I showed him the little pastry that I got him with the candle right on top.
“Aww how sweet. Thank you so much. I like it a lot.” He said and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and said “You’re welcome Marc. You deserve it.”
“Thanks. I am really looking forward to our drinks later on.” He giggled.
“About that. Would you rather go have dinner instead?”
“Yeah. I would like that a lot better.” He smiled.
“Are you ready for the game today? You are playing today right?” I said changing the subject.
“Yeah I’m actually excited. Are you going to be on the field?”
“Yes. I hope so. I really want to see the game and how you guys play.”
“You mean watch me play.” He laughed. I laughed and pushed him. I was so sleepy, Marc and I talked but then I was nodding off in our conversation. That’s when I felt his hand touch my head, and he pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep.
“(Y/N) wake up we are here now.” I heard Marc said sweetly.
“Oh okay.” I got up and followed him. We got into the bus and left. I sat next Marc while Rafinha was on the other side of Marc,sitting the next isle was Rafinha and Munir. Marc and I were talking and making jokes about the outfits they have to wear.
“I think the outfits we wear have too much blue in them.” He said looking at what he was wearing.
“I like it, it matches a lot of your guys’ skin tones. Especially yours.” I winked at him. He just giggled. We kept talking about the outfits and which one was his favorites, he was really funny, it was cute and adorable how he laughed. While we were laughing, on the other side of Marc, I heard Rafinha huff and he sounded really annoyed, finally he put his earphones on and stayed quite for the rest of the ride to Elche. We arrived and got situated. I noticed that none of the A Squad was there, o’well I thought to myself. Kick off started and it was cold, I was freezing, I sat next to Pique, we watched the game and I talked to him about Shakira and our fun night. The game finished and it was 4-0, it was okay not as exciting I thought I was going to be, but I was happy that no one got hurt and that we won.
We headed back to Barcelona, for some reason I felt jet lagged but I was happy we were going back home. We landed, when Nate told me I can go home for the rest of the day, when we got back. We arrived at Camp Nou, and the guys invited me for some cake for Marc, of course I couldn’t say no to cake. We all sang Happy Birthday to Marc, ate cake, then I had to leave. Before I went to my car Marc stopped me.
“Yeah?” I turned and looked up to meet his beautiful green eyes.
“I really am looking forward to our dinner.” He smiled rather excitedly.
“Yeah me to Marc. But you came all the way to tell me that.” I laughed continuing walking to my car.
“Yeah… Uhh I was going to ask you something. Oh yeah do you want to meet up or have me pick you up?” He said nervously.
“Umm I’d prefer to drive myself tonight Marc. No offense.” I shyly smiled, reaching the car.
“No offense taken love. I’ll text you the address of the restaurant.”
“Alright I’ll see you later.” I unlocked my door and Marc opened it for me. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, he lifted me off of the floor and hugged me tightly around my waist. He put me down slowly, I made eye contact with him, we awkwardly stared for a while, I felt my feet touch the ground when I gave him a quick kiss on the nose, I let go and he just smiled and blushed at me. I got into my car and went home to get ready.
I took a shower, blew dried my hair. I wore my favorite black lace set. I did my makeup dramatically than usual, for my hair I slightly curled it. For my dress, it was a black and it had gold rectangular trimming on the edges, this hugged my body nicely, I decided to wear the dress, with some black stockings and Mary Jane flats. I toped it off with a cute black hat. I received a text from Marc about the address and that he will be at the restaurant in 20 minutes. I left a little early to find where the restaurant was at. I arrived there and found parking. I got out of my car, and it was a little chilly, but beautiful night the moon was smiling to the world clearly. I walked up to the restaurant and it was dim, but yet romantic. I asked the receptionist,
“Is there a reservation under Bartra?”
He nodded his head and said “Yes, he’s here already. You look stunning by the way.” He said walking me toward the table then checking me out again. I just ignored the compliment. He showed me to the table that was close to the window that’s when I saw Marc staring at the menu.
“Sir your lady is here.” The receptionist said. Marc put his menu down and looked up with surprised eyes.
“Thanks. Oh my (Y/N) you look so gorgeous!” He stood up to hug me, kissing me on the cheek. I looked at him and said “You do to Marc! I love your suit, grey I like it. Making me feel underdress.” I smiled embarrassed that I was not dressed appropriately.
“You look gorgeous love, seriously.” Reassuring me with his beautiful smile, as we sat down the waiter took our drinks. We ordered our food and talked.
“I wanted to ask you. What happened earlier? Did you get in trouble?” He folded his hands waiting for me to answer.
“No, boss thinks I have to be there early. But I got there on time didn’t I?” I laughed sipping on my water.
“You’re not going to get anything to drink?”
“No, I’m done drinking for a while. I had the worst hangover this morning.”
“Oh so that’s why you where late.” He smirked. I nodded looking down.
“Hey, but you still made it and you managed to get me that pastry.” He smiled and touched the top of my hand. I looked at his hand then back at his face and smiled shyly. Perfect timing, the food came and he let go of my touch. We ate our food and talked about what we want in life, kids, marriage, our futures and previous relationships.
“So what about your previous relationship Marc? Did she break your beautiful heart?” I said regretting what I just asked. I looked at him and he was looking down struggling to say something, before he could answer I said “I’m sorry Marc. I didn’t mean to ask you that. You don’t have to talk about it if you down want to.”
“It’s okay. Yes she did break my heart and I don’t hate her for that. She was just not ready for the next step on our relationship.” He said with agony in his tone.
“Really Marc. But what was the next step?” I said and held his hand.
He smiled at our hands and said “She doesn’t want to move here and find a job here instead. We only get to spend a minimum time together.”
“Well maybe she wasn’t ready Marc. Just give it time. I am sure she will come back and realize that you are perfect for her?” I held his hand tighter.
“No. I don’t want her anymore. She can find someone else, I wish her the best. I want to move on and find someone who is willing to sacrifice anything for me.” He said sternly.
I just nodded my head and let go of his hand to take a drink, I was a little surprised to hear him say that, actually a little turned on because of how stern he was. I seriously did not expect that from Marc, but then again you don’t know anybody until you get to know them.
“I need a drink now.” I said when I felt heat creep up in between my legs. Not now I thought to myself. He is going through something keep it together!
“I thought you didn’t want to drink?” Marc laughed.
“Well it’s your birthday! And we should have a good time. I’ll have a few, you can have as many as you want.” “Waiter!?” I waved my hand.
“4 shots of tequila. I’ll have Swrewdriver. And Marc what do you want?”
“Umm cerveza.” He looked at the waiter. She just nodded her head and took our plates.
“4 shots of tequila!?” He looked at me surprised.
“Yeah. Back to back shots. Get you loosened up. I don’t want you to have a boring birthday.” I laughed. The waiter came to the table and gave us our drinks, waiter also gave us lime which makes it a lot better. We cheers and took our shots then bit the lime, I ate the whole lime and Marc was squinting. I started to laugh. “One more!”
Waving his hand saying that he couldn’t do another one.
“No Marc! You have one more and your home free.” I laughed while I handed him the second shot. He took it, and cheered and drank it. That one hit me, I felt mellowed and realized I was tipsy, I drank my fruity drink, but that just made it worse. I stopped drinking while I watched Marc drink his drink fast. We talked for a while, I had to go to the restroom. “Excuse me Marc, I have to go the restroom.” I walked right by him when he grabbed wrist tightly, pulls me down close to his face and he said “Baby don’t take too long.” Then kissed me hard, biting my lip softly, I could smell the alcohol and that was getting the best of him. I pulled away slowly and stared at him, I just smiled and left to use the restroom. I fixed myself, and looked at myself in the mirror, I was confused on what to do with Marc. Shakira’s word kept running through my head, but I came up with a solution about this situation. I walked back to our table and bent down to his ear, grabbing the back of head and feeling his soft black hair. I whispered seductively
“I think it’s time to go Marc and take this party to your house birthday boy.” Biting he’s earlobe and I headed towards the door, when I saw Marc pull out his wallet and dropped 2 bills down on the table. Before going outside I felt his hand be placed on my lower back and say “Let’s get a cab and go to my place?” we went outside.
“No, I’d rather drive myself to your house baby. I have work tomorrow.”
“Alright you follow me home.” He said kissing my cheek.
I followed him to his house and it was a nice house. We walked up to the front door, he opened it and let me in. I looked around and said “Nice house Marc.”
He grabbed my shoulders from behind and pulled my hair to the side and started kissing my shoulder then neck softly. In between kisses he said “(Y/N), I know you didn’t come here just to see my house.” He licked my sweet spot and I let out a soft moan that sent shivers down my spine. He laughed, I faced him and jumped on him wrapping legs on him pressing my lips on to his, kissing him pulling on his hair, while his hand wondered to my ass and with the other hand pulling my hat off, letting it fall to the floor, then grabbing a fist full of my hair and messaging the back of my head. Marcs’ hot lips conquered mine. Swaying gently in time. The kiss deepened, making me shiver in anticipation. The hardness of his body pressed into mine as the kiss went even deeper. I grazed my tongue along his bottom lips. He moaned with pleasure. He held me harder seizing rightfully what is his. His lips getting more furious and rougher. I came back for air, and my breathing became at a fast pace, trying to catch my normal breath. He smiled at me, I just giggled.
“God you’re so beautiful. Can I have you for my birthday?” he gave me a deep stare in to my eyes.
“I thought you never asked.” I smirked at him. He clashed his lips on my neck licking and biting my delicate skin. I grabbed his face and said “Love no love marks on my neck I have work tomorrow.” I giggled. “But you can have your way with me, I am yours for the night.” I winked at him.
“Oh baby I love that I can have my way with you.” He rolled his eyes back and licked his lips.
“To the bed room?” I said before kissing neck. Marc didn’t say anything he led me to his bedroom. I was kissing his neck then his sexy jawline that I just adored about him. We entered the room and gently sat me down on his bed, I quickly took off my shoes. He stepped back talking off his jacket, loosening his tie then pulling out his tucked shirt then unbuttoning it. He took off his dress shirt revealing his abs, kicked off his shoes, then siding his socks off. I just sat there biting my lip and staring at him, that’s when he looked up at me smiled evilly, pulled me up and roughly pulled my dress over my head exposing me. He stepped back and looked at my half nakedness. Marc bite his lip, then went behind me, I was confused, and my eyes followed him, when I saw him pull out a condom from his night stand and put it in his pocket. I turned away then just giggled softly, because I knew that he could not control himself. He made his way back to me and held out his hand, I grabbed it, he pulled me close to his bare chest,and I started kissing his neck when he unclasped my bra. He kneeled down and peeled off my black leggings, then looked up at me and asked me “Yeah?” I smiled at him looking down. He pulled my panties down then pushed me on the bed, I looked up at him and he was unzipping his pants, he pulls out the condom, my eyes wonder to the ceiling then I hear something else that comes out of his pocket, I look and they are handcuffs. My eyes shoot up and I say “What is that Marc?”
“Oh you know since you said I can have my way with you. I will have my way with you.” He winked. My mouth just dropped. He flipped me over, grabbed both of my arms and cuffed them, leaving in a helpless position, I hear him unwrap the condom.
“Ready baby?”
“Mmmmhm yess papi.”
He grabbed my hair and tugged on it pulling me closer to him.
“What did you say?”
“Yes papi.” I said with lust in my voice. He slowly entered his tip, I gasped then he entered fully, making me scream in the sheets. I felt my walls wrap his warm manhood, making my walls create wetness. We remained motionless absorbing the sensation feeling.
“You like that?” He said leaned in, pulling my hair, and biting my ear. Making me bite the sheets moaning. He let go of my hair and moved his hands down the lower back squeezing, putting pressure on my hips, and then moving slowly in and out of me.
“More!” I scuffled. He made my wish granted, he was hard and incredibly accelerating into my opening, pounding, non-stop, I felt something heating up inside me, and I was close.
“Marc, baby I’m close. Keep going aaaaah.” I bite my lip holding in my moan.
“Sssssss like that?” He moaned as he released. I just loudly moaned his name and came. He slid out swiftly, he was breathing heavily, as I was doing the same. Freeing my hands, my hands sunken in to the bed with the rest of my body. Thinking we were finished, Marc flipped me over and stared at me.
“What’s wrong?” I said. I saw his sweaty body, and the look in his eyes was filled with lust. He leaned in and started kissing me smoothly, the kiss deepened, one of his hand was on the side of my face and the other feeling my breast, messaging it. He made his way down my jawline, then sucking on my collarbone, then following the trail to my luscious lips, arousing me he made his way down to my clit and played with it, while his hands where my hips pulling me in closer. Sucking hard I climaxed, sending shivers down my spine. He looked at me and smirked.
“Round 2?” He said sucking on my hip. I nodded my head.
“Lift your legs, love.”
I lifted my legs, Marc forced them to go higher, making them touch my stomach, and I crossed them, setting my feet on Marcs’ chest for support. He was sitting on the bed with his knees, then forcefully entering his hard shaft into me, he placed both of his hands on the back of my upper thighs. His thrust became painful and yet arousing, making me want more. My hands where on the sheets clenching on to them, we stared into each other’s eyes while he was making me moan and groan his name. His mouth was opened as he pounced onto my tight opening, letting his head fall back he let out a sexy groan.
“Fuck (Y/N), you feel so good.” As he kept riding me out slowly, not wanting to let go.
“One more time, Marc!” I said out of breath. I let my legs fall on the side of him, making them spread wider. Marc looked at me shocked and climbed on top of me placing his hands over my shoulders and grinding between my legs, sticking himself inside me all the way. My hands were rubbing against his abs and he kept going, I moaned loudly making me melt and coming, but he still kept going driving my body in to overload and making me scream his name.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH FUCK MARC.” I dug my nails into his back while he sucked on my neck. Marc came and slowly pulled out falling right next to me. Grabbing me, hugging him, I wrapped my leg with his, giving him a reassuring kiss then letting my head fall on his chest.
“Happy fucking Birthday to me.” Marc sighed in pleasure. I just laughed and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up with a beam of light that was coming from Marcs’ window. We were still wrapped up in each other’s arms. I looked up at him, I smiled because of his little snores that were coming from him. I decided to get up, gently grabbing his hand and setting it down. I grabbed my leggings, shoes and dress, and got dress. I went to Marc and kissed his cheek. I opened the door and went out closing the door facing it. I turned and jumped to find a lady holding my keys, my hat and a foam cup, she had brown hair with bangs, eyes like Marcs. I thought shit that’s his mother, I looked at her with a surprise on my face, while she smirked at me and handing me my things in discuss. I grabbed my things, smiled but she didn’t smile back, she opened the door to let me go. I felt very awkward while getting into my car, I looked at the door and she was gone.
I left and went home quickly to change I had no time for a shower, I took a sip of what was in that cup, I almost sipped it back up, but I got the harsh taste to go down my throat, it was black coffee, yuck. I went to work, none of the players where there today thank God, all we did today was paperwork. I was very uncomfortable the whole time sitting, plus I was walking a little awkward so I didn’t want anyone to notice me walking funny, I just sat most of the day. I tried my hardest to walk right but it hurt walking right. Work was finally over, I went home, ate, showered and decided to watch a movie before bed. So I’m sitting there watching ‘Gone in 60 seconds’ sipping on some wine, when I hear the doorbell ring.

Very late, and very long! This was for Marc’s birthday. OPINIONS PLEASE! Enjoy it Lovies! ❤️💙❤️💋

detectivesinsuits  asked:

Greetings! Which 'Johnlock-won't-happen' argument do you hate the most?

Ohhh Boy, Lovely. This is like asking which type of mushrooms I dislike the most (the answer is ALL OF THEM).

Hate is a strong word, one I try not to use often because I do believe in karma. I prefer “dislike”, so which one do I dislike the most? Probably the “John is straight because he married a woman!” argument. Those that use this argument, I feel, do not realize that 1) you don’t have to be straight to be in a ‘straight’ relationship (essentially, they’re all erasing the other types of sexualities and orientations) and 2) that they actually believe that Mary and John are in a “happy” relationship. It’s the latter that genuinely saddens me the most on a personal level, that people truly cannot see how abusive Mary is to John, and how disinterested John is in keeping the relationship stable. These to me point to, sadly, possible toxicity in their own lives and not realizing it. I really honestly feel bad for them… I hurt so much for them… no one should think that it’s a healthy way to live. Some see it and some don’t… I think it’s a matter of perspective.

Let me tell you a little story, to help you understand why I am so passionate about Mary’s not-so-niceness. It gets personal so I’m going to put it under a cut.

TL;DR: People disregarding John and Mary’s relationship as a toxic one is what bugs me the most, that John ACTUALLY forgave her, AND deny John’s bisexuality. There’s more going on below the surface reading; all the clues are there and I think if people really did take the time to sit back and think about it, they would see it all too.

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Jeonghan IZE Interview Compiled ENG Trans

**Disclaimer: I don’t take credit for any of the translations below, so order of the questions may not be right. 

TRANS CR: Fie °심쿵이혜민규‏

Q: How did you become a trainee? 

JH: I have never thought [of] wanting to be a celebrity. I received a casting request while I was attending acting school. It was during my 2nd year of high school. To be honest I auditioned not because I wanted to be a singer, but more so to train my confidence, so I wouldn’t be nervous during my college entrance exam. But I was contacted by the company after [the] auditions and that was how I became a trainee. 

Q: What kind of student were you? 
JH: Mmm, I was the quiet type. I don’t cause too much trouble nor am I too careful/sensitive, I’d say I’m just a normal male student attending school. 

 Q: How did your interest in acting start?
JH: My grades in school is rather in the middle, so it would be quite difficult for me to get into the university I wanted. I started thinking of what I could do in the future, I tried to expand my knowledge in coffee but my parents were very strongly against me being a Barista. Then my friend asked me if I would join him attending acting school. I couldn’t have done it if it was me alone but since my friends asked me to, I gave it a try. It was more like playing around, but I got casted during that time. 

Q:You weren’t planning on becoming a singer. Trainee life isn’t easy too, at first you probably have concerns about that.
JH: i thought of giving up once twice or thrice I cry everyday when I call my mom and I told her that I want to quit and I can’t do this anymore. I also called the school principal that I want to quit. But then I [found] out that I’ve become a member of Seventeen and I can’t quit at that time. Then I perform on concert and I heard the audience screaming, I feel proud and happy after the performance - and I like that feeling. So I eventually stopped thinking about giving up. After I practice and practice again for 2 years, I became tired. Ah, I have so much concerns but at that time I can’t leave. After I practice and practice again, the thoughts of leaving were eventually gone. And I get to debut. 

Q: What was the toughest thing during your trainee days?
JH: There is no specific time where it was the toughest, but it does appear once in a while. It’s always tough when my friends call me and they’re having fun but I’m alone practicing. I’ve sometimes wanted to stop being a trainee just so I could join them. But I don’t join them much and [put?] out my heart into training harder. 

Q: Did the members know about it since you all live together?
JH: That is one of the reasons I couldn’t leave… It’s good that we are all together. 

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Entry #009 For Malika

A few of you may be familiar with the very small significant entries I have put on tumblr before today. In several I account for my own depression, recovering from several suicide attempts, and surviving sexual assault. I have often dissected how I feel my race and economic status weighs into the the trauma I have endured in only 20 short years. Before today, I have never been able to say or hear my attackers name without triggering terrifying flashbacks. The assault even landed me in a mental facility for 1 week, where I was diagnosed with PTSD.

Several months ago I was introduced to Malika Anderson, a friend of a friend who I soon learned had been assaulted by the man who attacked me. Once we exchanged stories I felt terrified, and also comforted. I wasn’t alone in this, but it also meant my attacker was a serial rapist. A sociopath, with an MO, a victim type, and a method. When she asked me to make a statement to her detective working her police report, I agreed. But when he suggested to me I report my own case, I froze. Not because I wasn’t honest, but because I knew his social rep. And as an artist, my art comes first. Being a victim is not on my list of publicity stunts to catapult me into fame. Every accomplishment Ive made thus far is my own, and so will every one in the future. If I wanted to fuck a celebrity to get on, I’ve met much more influential niggas than this piece of shit. Believe that.

I was assaulted in 2013 during my short living experience in NYC. I had originally known Ian Connor barely through instagram when he asked for my number. We became associates to say the least. We hung out once in Chicago, he asked if i wanted to hang out in a hotel room while he ran his errands for the day. I’m a Chicago native, I said. I can go home and you can just hit me later. Again I saw him at a concert in New Jersey, after I had moved to NYC, where we hung out. He asked who I had fucked to get in, when I told him no one. I was an artist with artist friends (which is exactly how i got in). That night he invited me to his “house” in Jersey, and I declined. I knew nothing about Jersey and I had no interest in exploring today. A week or so later, he asked if I wanted to meet with him for a styling session. He offered to help rebuild my style for my brand, and even asked if I wanted to go to his house in Jersey…again. I said yes to the styling but no to Jersey. Thats when he told me “If I wanted to have sex with you, I’d tell you. So chill”. At that point I felt silly, but I still wasnt going to Jersey. I agreed to meet him in the Soho area. When i got there I waited 25 minutes inside of burger king before I headed back home. I hadn’t heard from Ian at all. 2 stops from soho towards brooklyn, he called. He claimed Asap Rocky was in Canada for the OVO fest and left him in charge of styling a shoot that got ugly when the rest of ASAP Mob didn’t want to work with him on it. He sounded distraught and claimed they beat him up. He said he needed a friend and begged me to come back. Anyone who knows me, knows I have a giant heart, and he had found my soft spot.

I went back and met him. His eye seemed swollen and I genuinely felt sorry for him. He said he had a place we could crash til morning and go shopping then. I followed him into a strange hotel/spa where the doors were literally right next to each other. Immediately I got goosebumps, but I was 18 and not confident in my intuition. We went up to a $90 room with nothing but a desk a TV and a bed. My heart was racing. He asked if I brought overnight clothes, but I hadnt. I was wearing a t shirt and skirt to my knees but I had shorts underneath so I placed the skirt on the desk and crawled into the furthest corner of the bed. At this point my phone had already died. He started telling me how different I was, how he usually only likes the “model type”. I was so confused I had no clue what to do. He tried kissing me but I told him I had no interest in him. He smelled and I didn’t find him attractive. He then allowed me to go to sleep. As soon as i fell asleep i woke up and Ian was going down on me. I was on my back and so I quickly crossed my legs and tried to pull up my shorts. I feel at this point I was in shock, my head was spinning. I had been molested as a child, and trained myself for so long to fight anyone who violated me, but suddenly I was 7 again. Powerless. Helpless. I turned on my stomach and asked him to stop. He inserted his bare penis in me and pulled my hair. Tears fell down my face as i tried to figure out what to say or do. My tongue weighed 1,000 pounds. He stopped when he heard me crying and asked what was wrong. I said “i told you i didnt want to do this, i said no”. He asked why, if i had stds, or if i was on birth control. I even told him I was tripping on acid (I’ve never done acid) and I needed to go home, thinking this might stop him. But it didn’t, instead he saw it as the perfect opportunity to rape me, two more times. And he ejaculated inside of me.

When it was over i was still crying. And when i tried to leave he wrapped his arms and legs around my body and screamed “NO! You cant leave now”. I was even weaker than before. I sat in his grip for at least an hour before he fell asleep and I snuck to the bathroom. I vomited and paced the halls realizing i was in some shitty whorehouse. After i thought it had been long enough reached through the door and grabbed my things quickly and caught the first cab I saw.

I never got a rape kit. I had no NYC ID. I had no health insurance, barely any family in NY. The free clinic i did find only tested for AIDS. I had to wait at least 6 weeks before I returned to Chicago to be tested for everything else. Thank God, I was negative for everything. The only witness I had was my roommate that night. I dont even trust police due to the violence I have encountered with them, so how could I trust them to fight for me? And Ian harassed me for weeks after. I changed my number he got it again and harassed me. 3 cell phones later and I have nothing but my story to tell. I am not telling it to convince anyone. I dont need proof. I dont need approval either. I wrote this for Malika, who’s case could have been stronger if I was as brave as she was and come forward. &For all of his potential victims, his past victims, and for myself. I wrote this because sleep cannot find me in this state of mind. I wrote this because I am the oldest of 4 black young women and no amount of words can stop sexual violence from finding them. I wrote this to reaffirm my truth and reclaim my own power, that no man can take, however hard he may try.

Ian Connor is a serial rapist.

God sees all, including my heart.

Be safe sisters.
Jah bless.

celia-rose-deactivated20151229  asked:

Hi, Jenni!! I'm visiting NYC for this weekend, and I want to visit the garment district to compare pricing (I only have a JoAnn Fabrics back home that's hella expensive) and maybe pick up materials for my Princess Serenity cosplay. Do you have any tips? Or any places in the garment district that you like best?

AWWWW YEAH lemmie hook ya up

39th street between 8th ave & 7th ave is prominently Woven fabric (non stretch!!) great for cottons, cotton sateen, twill, wool, chiffon, suiting, velvet,) but you can find some places that carry small amount of stretch - generally though if you’re looking for stretch check out 38th!! don’t forget to bring cash cause a lot of these places will give you a discount if you’re paying in cash/buying a decent amount of fabric!!! OKAY LETS RIDE

1. PARIS BAGUETTE affordable, healthy & delicious!!! grab a drink or food cause you’re gonna need it - ALSO i heavily suggest making an extensive list of EXACTLY what you need bc it can be overwhelming  

2. midtown comics!!! i just go here bc i need to buy comic books and it’s right there lol

3. I cannot for the life of me remember the name of this fabric store but it’s LOVELY and it’s the only fabric store on this street!! they actually have all their fabric PRE SWATCHES so you can just go through and grab swatches which is AWESOME - they’re a little pricy but much better organized than most places and have a VERY interesting selection!! This is one of the places i go if i’m not sure what exactly i’m looking for, basically.

4. Starbuxxxx STAY HYDRATED also a good meeting spot for friends cause it’s right smack there!

5. A & K my absolute FAVORITE FABRIC PLACE they’re super nice, helpful, will order stuff for you, and if you pay in cash you can get decent deals -they have an AWESOME selection of cotton sateen, matte satin, dupioni silk, basic cottons, iron on interfacing (in the back, you have to ask!) tulle, and even velvet and some furs!! seriously if you go here tell them jenni sent you!!!

6. “that one fabric store with a lot of fur on the second floor that’s closed on weekends” I BELIEVE it’s paron fabrics, they have a decent selection, more woven stuff, relatively cheap, lots of linens and wools AND a discount jersey section where all the jersey is like 3-5$ a yard!!

7. FANCY ASS MEN’S SUITING FABRIC STORE where to shop when ur gucchi af I basically only go in there to hurt myself by looking at the price tags, everything is super expensive but GORGEOUS specializing in mens suiting!!! they also have things pre swatched so you can take swatches to cry on later when you’re thinking about the beautiful fabric you’ll never own

8. DAYTONA!!!! TRIM!!!one of the 3 holy trinity of NYC trim stores IMO, lace, buttons, zippers, notions, elastic, basically anything that isn’t literally fabric! This is also where i get my STRONK ASS horse hair!! they have 1″-8″ horse hair and it’s amazingggg and really strong!!!

9. Hammed fabric! the doors are QUITE LITERALLY right next to each other, they have a bunch of cute glittery tulle in the front, and a really nice matte satin selection!!! Very affordable satin, decent cotton sateen selection, dupioni, etc.

21. I literally forgot about fabric garden bc i never fuckin go here lmao. really good selection and MUCH better organized than other places are but DAMN they jack the prices. A last ditch effort when i can’t find what i’m looking for, basically. Good hen you wanna find  fabric…swatch it…and take it to other stores to find a better price lol

10. G&R!!! they carry well priced double knit jersey & have a FABULOUS leather hide selection and it’s pretty affordable!!! Worth popping in!!

22. Stienlauf & Stolder!!! the best place to get steel boning, steel stays, boob cups, boning at all, grommets, anything related to hoop skirts & corsets!!! their hours SUCK ASS so if you’re gonna go make sure it’s a week day before 4:30 (they also sell boning in bulk if you know you’re gonna use it, then it’s a pretty good bargain!!!)

11. A trim store i check out sometimes, they have really lovely lace & a bunch of fun little diddles you’ll have no idea what to do with lol. They specialize in burlesque and have lots of feathers!! They also have some VERY cool studs!!!

12. Pacific TRIM, part two of the holy trim trinity - actually VITAL to almost any costume! any time you’ve been looking for a costume piece and you weren’t sure what it was called?? they have it. The little bra pieces? have it. Belt buckles of VERY COLOR AND SIZE. oh yeah. that weird metal shit you don’t know the name of??? you’re basically in Ariel cave this place is IMPORTANT. they also have dye, buttons, zippers, trims, pretty much everything and it’s SUPER well organized!!! please go here!!


23. Hai’s Trimming INC. - this place is real big and has a truly awesome collection of feathers, rhinestones, beaded & glittery trim sequins, etc!!! they’re a burlesque place, so don’t come here unless you’re looking to bling the fuck out of your costume basically

14. SIL THREAD PLS DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND GO HERE they have fabric paint, lots of interesting sewing helpers (rulers, weird little things you wouldn’t think you need but once you get them they’re life changing) AND they have ZIPPERS & THREAD in eveeeryyyyy color, length, type and size!!! they also have big and long plastic zippers in lots of colors which are very handy for bunny suits!! i get all my serger thread here, they have EVERY GOD DAMN COLOR and it’s only like 10-12$ for 4 big ass serger spools??? go here and get fucked up

15. Spandex house!!!! the biggest spandex fabric store in the city, well organized, tons of colors - a MUST GO if you’re looking for spandex or anything stretch!!!!! floor one is the fun stuff and floor 2 is their non print/whacky fabric! their jersey selection isn’t as good as you’d expect, however there’s another stretch store that’s got u covered!!!

16. GO GO CURRY!!!! cheap delicious eats to keep you on your feet!! at this point i’m usually carrying a 25lb bag of fabric and i wanna die lol

i didn’t even put this on the map bc it’s already on the map lol, they CAN BE EXPENSIVE depending on what you need, but have a really great selection and straight up the quality here is much better than at most other places - if you’re looking for something really eye catching, or you’ve been to a lot of these other places and couldn’t find what you needed Mood is worth checking out!!! mood definitely carries a lot of fabric you just can’t find anywhere else in the garment district. They also have a great leather selection, but again, $$$$ lol

17. JOEYS - not a fabric store, but they have A SHIT LOAD OF BELTS & SHOES for super duper cheap and damn if shoes and belts don’t add up for cosplay??? i buy stuff from here alll the time!!!

18. Beauty 35 - a beauty store that carries wig!! (and extensions clip in pony tail, bangs, etc) obviously not cosplay quality, but in a pinch not bad, and they have make up/hair products you might not find in a regular pharmacy

19. STRETCH WORLD - they used to be on 38th street but they moved WHICH SUCKS ASS bc they’re a really great store for super high quality cotton jersey & they have a good spandex collection too!!! I always go here when i need jersey.

20. TOP TRIMMING - they also used to be on 39th, but they moveddddd. Trims, sequins, notions, headbands, boning, weird shit you didn’t know you needed until you see it! Very good gold trim here!!!

BONUS ROUND: MANHATTAN WARDROBE SUPPLY - located on 29th street between 8th and 7th ave, on the 8th floor of a building (there’s an elevator) - they are a hidden gem and have EVERY kind of leather paint, fabric paint, fake blood, wig heads, boob magic related products, and they recently started carrying worbla too!!!

annnd those are the place i usually hit up!!! hope that helped!!!

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anonymous asked:

wow how do you even write like that, like, seriously? can you give me some tips?

I have fingers and a brain and a computer, and I just… type things?? D: lmao it’s kind of complicated. like the act is simple, but explaining the ‘what’ doesn’t explain the ‘how’. hell even explaining the ‘how’ doesn’t even… explain much. it’s like a painter trying to explain how they paint, a sculptor how they sculpt, a musician how they compose. it’s not like math, where you can add 2+2 and always get 4. the creative arts will always come out differently for each person; so 2+2 can literally come up as any number, or not even a number, depending on who you gave the equation to from a creative perspective.

but tips? I can try. let’s see…

  • creativity will always come out best when not forced. if you can’t think of anything to write, don’t force it. I understand people get this great ‘urge’ to write, but cannot for the life of them think of anything to write about. I too have this problem sometimes. don’t try to force it out. look for alternative methods to exert this creative drive, or look for something to kickstart your inspiration; music, movies, books, art– even just chatting with a friend or getting some sleep can help.
  • for me, personally, the lines of my poetry come to me, randomly and unexpectedly – usually late at night or early in the morning, when I’m dead tired about to go to sleep, and yet my mind’s creative drive is at it’s peak then for some reason?? this is why I highly suggest keeping something to write on and write with on or near you as much and often as possible. you never know when you’ll get that spark of ‘creative epiphany’, as I like to call it. I keep a pencil or pen and a small journal on my nightstand just for these moments, to write down whatever is popping in my head and then later I can flesh it out more.
  • in the same breath as not forcing creativity, don’t try to control it either. don’t direct it or streamline it; just let it breathe. let whatever comes, come. you’re not required to write or publish publically anything / everything you write, so don’t feel like you have to share it all either, if you aren’t comfortable with it or don’t feel like your writing is ‘done’. the less I try to tell myself what I want or should write, how it should be written, etc, the more I tend to write, and the easier it is. don’t play dictator with your inspiration; it will have the same effect on it as it would on most anyone in a dictatorship.
  • don’t get stuck on words, phrasings, etc. basically don’t try to make it ‘perfect’ and don’t spend a huge amount of time on it, because the more you do the more likely it will seem ‘stale’ to you and the more problems you’ll try to find with it. a majority of my poetry was written the same day I posted it, and I rarely spend all this time rehashing through it unless it looks or sounds really off-key. usually the most natural way is the way that comes out first. whatever I didn’t write on the same day it was posted, almost certainly was finished in one go and then tossed in drafts so I didn’t spam tags, lmao. remember, this isn’t is a college report. if a typo fits in with the work, let it fly.
  • PRACTICE!!! dear god I cannot stress enough: not only write, but write different forms, different genres, different perspectives. draw inspiration from a variety of sources. be innovative, don’t be afraid to try something new or different.
  • also learn from others. this doesn’t mean copy; I mean observe how they write, what they write, what their inspiration is, etc. don’t try to ‘emulate’ them via their writing, but go to the same sources, utilize the same methods, and see what you can come up with. and don’t be afraid to say if something was inspired by someone else; 99.9% chance they will be flattered as hell that they inspired another writer to create something!

I could probably think of more, but this list is long enough as it is XD I hope this helps though?? if you ever want more tips or whatnot I don’t mind. ❤ also thank you so much for the lovely ask. ; w ;