every day is a sunday evening

BEFORE WATCHING

Early this evening I answered this ask:

In said ask, I announced that I would now be posting chapters of Whatever It Takes every other day until December 1st instead of just every Sunday. However, I didn’t run this new little change past @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie first, which I probably should have seen that she puts as much time into editing the chapters as I do writing them.

So, I thought it would be a fun idea to record her reaction to finding out she now was to edit my long ass chapters every other day until the 1st of December.

Above is said reaction.

Merry Christmas Ana babe, love youuuuu😘

(Quality is bad because Tumblr sucks)

Chocolate covered...Part 5

I really thankful for all the feedback you guys are giving me. If you’d like something written just let me know. I’m happy to do anything. Let me know if you also want tagging in this or any other series.

Also, it is a slow burner I knew but, I promise the next chapter is the start of something WONDERFUL!!


I spent the weekend with Bucky doing all sorts of things, just the two of us. I cooked breakfast Saturday morning for myself and Bucky then we went to Coney Island for the day where we ate candyfloss and ice-cream and played on every game possible. Returning home in the evening my arms were full of soft teddies Bucky had won for me. I had to tell Bucky to stop at one point because I felt like we were cheating. We cooked dinner together, which ended in a complete mess in the kitchen and the two of us running off to watch another movie snuggled up in Bucky’s bed again. Sunday the pair of us took a picnic to Central Park and spent the whole day walking hand in hand in the sun. For dinner Bucky took me out to a nice romantic restaurant where he was just the perfect gentlemen and he asked me formally if I would be his ‘special gal’. Later that night Bucky and I once again snuggled up on his bed, surrounded by the warmth of our scents mixing together.

When Monday morning came I felt lonely waking up in Bucky’s bed alone. His side of the bed was cold when I ran my hand over it indicating he’d been gone a while. There were many possibilities for his absence. A run with Steve and Sam, training, breakfast, bathroom break. When I saw a piece of paper on his pillow I could have sank further into the bed if it was possible.

[I’m sorry, doll. I was called on a mission first thing with Steve and few of the others. Please, don’t be mad because I didn’t wake you. I was going to, believe me I wanted nothing more than to hold you for one last time before leaving but you looked so damn beautiful asleep, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’m not sure when I’ll be back home, I hope it’s soon. I don’t know much about the mission only, there’s complete radio silence for now. If I can, I’ll try let you know I’m okay. Remember, I love you, my omega!

Your alpha, Bucky xxx]

———-

Three days. It’s been three days since Bucky left and I’ve still heard nothing. They’ve not been too bad I guess. Tony had finished making my new phone so I’ve had that to distract me but I’m over it now. I was all caught up on work in the lab and all mission reports. Bored, was not the word for what I was.

I laid in bed trying to sleep but I just couldn’t convince myself. I’d come to bed at 9pm to try and get some sleep but after an hour and half, I was struggling like every other night to sleep in my own bed. My bed felt too big and cold, and uncomfortable. Nothing like Bucky’s warm, comfy bed that smelt like him and made me feel safe. So, like the past couple of nights I went straight to Bucky’s room. I quietly and quickly made my way there, moments later I was twisting the doorknob and pushed the door open. Bucky’s scent hit me as soon as I peered in the dark room.

I padded over to his bed and quickly slid under his covers, snuggling into it as I rolled around with a blissful smile on my face.

If only Bucky was here.

After what only seemed like a few minutes I was woken up by my phone vibrating on the bedside table. I blinked at the bright glow as I reached out to grab it. Glancing at the clock next to it I saw it was just after 4am, so I had managed to fall asleep. I sighed, looking at the screen.

Bucky!

“Hello… Bucky?” I answered.

I heard him take a deep breath before he chuckled lightly. “Hello, doll. Miss me?”

“God, yes.” I whined sounding pathic. “I- Why, are you, calling?” I gulped.

“Don’t you want me to call, doll?” I could practically hear his smirk. “I thought you would, since you miss me so much.” he chuckled.

“Of course, I do, Buck.” I smiled. “What about radio silence? You guys coming home soon?” I smiled hopeful.

Bucky sighed deeply, like he was sitting back as he ran his hand over his face. “Not yet, doll, I’m sorry.” the line was silent for a moment, the only thing I could hear was his breathing. “A few more days, hopefully. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I smiled softly. “So, why you calling?”

“Well, I missed hearing my girl’s voice and-” he sighed again. “F.R.I.D.A.Y informed me that, you’ve been sleeping in my room. Everything okay? That prick hasn’t tried bothering you again as he?”

“No, Bucky. I’ve heard absolutely nothing, from him. Don’t think I will since I have a different phon-” I sat up thinking about it. “How do you have my new number?”

How do I have his, actually?

Bucky chuckled. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, doll.” I nodded rolling my eyes. How does anything ever happen. “You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart. Everything okay?” I sighed dropping your head into my free hand. “Y/N? Talk to me. What’s wrong?” Bucky asked. His voice was full of worry, no longer happy and excited to be talking to me.

“I jus- I- it’s just been, a little, hard to… fall, asleep… since you’ve been, away. That’s it.” I sighed. “Laying in your bed, helps. It smells like you.” I smiled taking in a deep breath. Immediately feeling relaxed and warm by his scent.

“I know, baby. I, took one of your… socks… cause, it smells, like you.” he laughed with me at his own silliness.

“You could have taken a pair of panties, Bucky.” I bit my lip, biting my smirk back.

I heard a low growl from him before he answered. “Don’t, start something, doll. Not whilst I’m here.” he warned.

“Or what? You gonna ‘spank, me’?” I teased jokingly. The image of Phoebe joking with Ross popping into my head making me smile. “You gonna spank me, daddy!’” I chuckled a little.

“Fuck! Omega, behave.” he warned again. “Or I’ll-”

“Bucky?” Steve’s voice interrupted Bucky.

“Shit…” Bucky whispered. I could hear the sound of covers and movement on the other end.

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you asleep?” Steve asked sounding sleepy.

“Just… reading, pal. M’sorry… I’ll-”

And the line went dead. I sighed rolling my eyes as I placed my phone back laying back into the pillows. The thought of Bucky’s warning tone kinda turned me on but also confused me a little.

I was joking. Why did he ‘tell me off’? It wasn’t like I meant it when I said ‘daddy’… or, did he think, I did… Did he, like it?

Tags: @mixin–it–up @minaphobia @geekyweed @thatonegirljessy99@space-wine @chamongangae @chameerah

A message to anyone who doesn't think The Arts are hardcore as fuck:

You’re wrong.

If a dancer sprains their ankle they’ll just wrap it and smile through the pain as they do crazy-ass jumps and turns and shit on it. Like, how even, Id be crying and falling over but they look like fucking deities

Theater kids rehearse for hours every day. HOURS. Like, 8+ hours on a SUNDAY for gods sake I don’t see no football player doing that tbh

Don’t even get me started on music kids. Not only do they have to have SUCH A HIGH TOLERANCE FOR BULLSHIT but reeds are fucking hell and strings fillet your fingers into little strips of flesh. Ew, I know.

And like the art kids (painting and sculpting and that shit) holy hell
do they have patience. Anyone else who stares at a canvas for 6 hours consecutively would probs go
insane and commit mass murder. And holy hell batman paint hurts like a soda can up your ass when it gets in your eyes like nooooo

Makeup artists have to deal with your ugly ass faces and somehow (probs by using black magic) turn trashcans into gods.

Then there’s photographers who will literally sometimes crawl down drainpipes or fall head-first out
of trees to get a nice picture. I wouldn’t do none of that shit wasted as fuck, let alone sober.

Conclusion: Art ppl= hardcore as peaches

No to Low Stress College Study Strategy

I started using this study method my 2nd month of college, when I realized that it was better for study-life balance and my emotional wellbeing. It makes me feel productive and alert all day, and gives me plenty of free time to pursue hobbies, clubs, and personal interests. It sounds kind of hardcore at first, but it’s seriously wonderful if you give it a try! Here’s the game plan:

  • After the first few days of the semester, I sit down with all of the syllabi from all of my classes and write down every single assignment for the rest of the semester into my planner. Include exams, readings, lab report due dates, worksheets, essays, etc. Everything.
  • Every weekend, I set aside however much time I need to knock out every single assignment for the upcoming week that is possible to do in advance. I do my textbook readings, textbook practice problems, my humanities readings, short essays or write-ups to accompany those humanities readings, etc.
  • Even though I’m doing more work, I generally spend the same amount of time in the library as my friends who only do their work for Monday over the weekend. This is because if you don’t commit to doing a large number of assignments, you tend to spend a lot more time on minor assignments than is truly necessary - do I really need to spend 3 hours on this 1-page essay for my English class if it’s only graded on a 10 point scale? Couldn’t I finish this in 1 hour and then devote more time to the rest of the readings I need to do for that class this week?
  • I still have enough time to sleep in, have long lunch breaks, go the gym, go to parties in the evening, etc.
  • You can do this, no matter your workload. I am a pre-med science major taking 20 credits (max course load) a semester, with two labs, and I can get it done. My roommate is an English major with heavy novel reading assignments and she can get it done. (Disclaimer: this mostly applies to undergraduates.)
  • Research papers and midterm exam studying generally get their own day separate from homework assignments. I like writing essays in 1 or 2 sittings, but if you like to spread it out just break up the essay into manageable pieces and do it over multiple weekends, or do the pieces between classes (see next bullet point).
  • After blasting through most of my assignments over the weekend, during the week I generally only have to do busy-work that is assigned at the end of classes and continue studying for midterms that week. I easily finish these assignments in the breaks between classes during the day.
  • With this strategy, I always complete all of my homework well before dinnertime, and often have days when I don’t have any assignments to do. I use this free time for club meetings, hanging out with friends, going to the gym, marathoning Netflix, pursuing hobbies, working a job, whatever.
  • I also use this extra time to be able to study for exams much more effectively - when you don’t have busywork assignments floating in the back of your mind, it is much easier to focus. You will study more productively and effectively, and with much less stress. Exams are worth way more of your grade than the homework assignments you blast through each weekend, so it’s best to be able to focus exclusively on them Monday - Friday.
  • The best part about this strategy is that your workload is heavy on Sunday and sometimes Saturday, but you get to relax Monday - Friday. You basically have a 5 day weekend every week, assuming you enjoy going to class.

If anyone also uses this method, I’d love to hear from you or hear your variants/study suggestions! If anyone tries out this method for 1 or 2 weeks and finds that it works for them, I’d love to hear about it! If you try it and hate it with a fiery burning passion and loathe me for even suggesting it, I’d love to hear about it!

I believe in you!<3 No matter what study method you choose to use, just do your best and exceed your own expectations.

4

first batch of fashion folder jojo rqs w/ some ladies!!

melodrama (track by track)

green light: the haunting revelation of being free after the break up. but you don’t know what to do with that freedom. it’s frightening and beautiful and inspiring and it makes you lonely and excited all at once. you want to dance with friends and scream out the car window but you hit every red light just at the mere thought of ever moving on.

sober: depression and anxiety is wasting away your youth. you live for the weekend to come. you live for any kind of buzz. you sleep until the bright orange afternoon creeps into your window. but the night is always there for you. the parties, the confetti and the blue lights that rain down, is all worth it in the moment. until you realize you’re all alone.

homemade dynamite: all your decisions and all your actions are self destructive. every bottle of liquor you finish and every house you destroy, you know it’s a form of self hate. but it’s how you cope through all the bullshit.

the louvre: a evening drive through the city with your lover. the day is warm and the tar on the road is hot. the window is down and the air feels liberating. you want to love them forever. but it’s a sunday and your stomach sinks and nothing lasts forever. and now your at a house party months later and everyone is high and the music is booming and you see your ex across the room and you feel like you know no one there and you want to hide away so you leave and no one notices anyways.

liability: you blame the break up on all your insecurities. you blame it all on the way you’d call them every night crying. you think that maybe your sadness is contagious. you should’ve known to sterilize yourself from the start.

hard feelings/loveless: you pack up everything that belonged to them and put it into a box. you practice not having their name on your tongue. you attempt to forget the taste of them. you consider holding on and staying friends, but that anger overrules and you throw that box off the highway bridge. you’re over the aching and now you moved onto the hard feelings. you want to blame them for everything. summer nights are too long. mornings are empty without their texts of “good morning” and you taste this endless nostalgia for the rest of your life. but you don’t let them see this side of you. you let them see the anger. you let them think you’re indestructible.

sober II: growing up with drama stuffed inside of you like all the drugs and alcohol you consume, is tiring. you go through the motions and you nod to their questions and laugh at their jokes. but you know that this misery and that this young love is timeless. so you continue to go through the expected motions.

writer in the dark: that hollow ache in your chest when you realize that the break up is permanent, that this feeling of loss is forever. that nervous ache as you stalk their snapchat and Instagram and any other social media outlet, trying to see if they found someone else. that obsessive need to know if they still miss you, if they still love you and need you. that sickening feeling that makes you numb as you send them text after text but they never reply.

supercut: all the memories are blurry footage winding through your head. the time you ran down the hill, drunk. the time you said “I love you.” the time you looked at them on the roof of the car while you thought “I’m gonna be with you forever..” all the memories are fast forwarding and rewinding and pausing in your head and it is perfect and it is never going to happen again.

liability (reprise): you warned them from the very start. but did you ever listen when they warned you?

perfect places: everyone has a perfect place that is their getaway. but the reason for getting away isn’t perfect. it’s ugly and damaging and it’s cold nights like this that make you realize that nothing will ever be perfect. only for the moment will it seem like a person or a place can be your sanctuary. but the feeling never goes away. remember that.

Mystic Production

Welcome to Mystic Production! A Youtube channel featuring a group of people with a multitude of talents!

This alternate universe where Mystic Messenger characters band together to form a YouTube channel was inspired by the many amateur production teams on YT. For my sake and selfishness, many things have been changed from the original timeline because what’s an AU if everything is the same, right?

Introduction,

Mystic Production was originally called RFA (Rika’s Fashion Assemble) that was started by Rika and V as a sort of makeup/fashion vlog channel but, inspired by the hidden gem, Zen - who later joined her team, Rika wanted to delve into short skits and they needed more people as it grew to include other things.

The name Mystic Production came about from a very early skit where they tried to fit as many mystical puns into a 10 minute video and the fans made it a meme and they laughed for 3 days before adapting it.

Rika and V were originally the face of the channel but Rika stepped back to get treatment as well as focus on fundraising efforts for the channel and other PR stuff. V naturally followed to care for her. Although their appearances in videos have dropped significantly, their hard work are still felt throughout the production. They are Mystic Production’s Mom and Dad.

Jumin is their producer of sorts. He has a full-time job as C&R’s director but due to V’s wish to include him, he provides funds if needed (that will later be refunded over time) and joins the production meetings whenever he can. Rika and V values his unique ideas even though he often clashes with Zen. He sometimes drops in for random videos so he became Mystic Production’s Easter Bunny (or Easter Kitty as Seven likes to call it)

Jaehee is a full-time Mystic Production staff. She handles script writing, timetable, casting, prop making, set building and lots of other stuff. She rarely appears in videos outside of behind the scenes and special group sessions. Despite that, she is mentioned a lot in the video because of how hardworking and amazing she is. She is Mystic Production’s Brain.

(brief reminder Canon In-game Jaehee DOESN’T need glasses and only cut her hair because it was a requirement to be Jumin’s assistant - thus this appearance)

Zen is their main actor. He is in all their skits and is the current face of the channel. Despite how the channel makes it out to be, theater and musical is still his major occupation. He sometimes appear on Makeup Monday to show theatrical make-up tutorials. Absolutely no fans believe that he’s still single. He is Mystic Production’s Casanova.

MC is the newest member of the team and taking on Rika’s place as the female face of the channel. She is nice and playful and adapted very easily into the team. Outside of skits, she helps Jaehee with props and does most of Makeup Monday. She is Mystic Production’s Sweetheart.

Seven and Unknown dabble mostly in the background. They handle the sensitive equipments and help edit the videos. On Friday Nights, they will hold a Gaming Night with Yoosung where they post a video in which they review and discuss about a game while they play it. Seven also sometimes appear on Makeup Monday to do character cosplay make-up tutorials. They are Mystic Production’s Twins.

Yoosung is Rika’s cousin who is still in college. He appears in Skit videos as an additional character. He mostly is part of the background team, helping with lighting or sound. He is the main face of Gaming Night and even has his own personal channel for Let’s Play series. Because of his bright personality and being the youngest, he is Mystic Production’s Maknae.

Vanderwood is an extra hand Seven can somehow summon whenever they are in need of extra help. He never appears outside of behind the scenes videos and never tries to interact with the camera. He is dubbed Mystic Production’s Ghost.

The channel posts content 4 days a week, Make-up Monday, Short skits on Wednesday, Gaming Night on Friday and a compilation of behind the scenes on Sunday. Every last Saturday of the month, they will hold a group livestream to help raise funds for several causes.

There are moments where several members appear in videos outside of their main one like Zen teaching Yoosung to put on makeup or Jaehee and MC try to play Resident Evil while Seven is laughing like a madman in the background. The most memorable one is when Jumin plays as MC’s protective father refusing to give Zen MC’s hand in marriage because Zen ‘doesn’t respect cats enough’.

All in all, everyone has a great time and is happy. That’s all I ask from this Youtube AU done for Aurora weekly challenge.

This may have had a horrible execution but I thought a lot about this, as you can see from the wall of text. Wish I had more time to do gifs but oh well. Hope you enjoyed this and big kudos to you if you’ve read this far.

On Camera

Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.

I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!

Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.


Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.

Showering every morning, brushing his teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day without fail, the list went on. Little things.

One of his many routines was to live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?

New videos went up on Wednesdays, but the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too lazy to straighten his bedhead.

And they would always ask him to go bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was obliged to do.

So when he woke up late one Sunday with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let it get in the way of his routine.

He discovered a note from Keith on the kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You don’t even like soup.”

Lance chuckled softly, which quickly led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the stream.

“Hey guys,” he said with a small wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.

The chat was quickly flooded with “HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries about his health.

There were quite a few “Are you okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s personal favorites being “You look like shit.”

He read off the last comment with a short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Nice name.”

After a short pause of him continuing to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”

As the viewers seemed satisfied with this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of “Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.

“Mullet Boy is running errands,” Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”

Keith and Lance had been sharing an apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.

Eventually, the accidental publicity that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly found adorable.

Numerous people began telling Lance to prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”

Lance read through some of the responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.

“Actually, I got some good news for you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”

Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked. “Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I can even convince Keith to play with us.”

Lance couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiastic response that got.

“I think I’m going to get myself some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea? Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”

Lance almost regretted this comment as a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer screen.

“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”

Lance stood, and was about to start towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused. He knew immediately something was wrong.

His legs felt like jelly, and the room seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t make sense.

Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet him. Everything went dark.


Keith glanced at his phone as he moved around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.

Lance’s channel got some negative feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.

Lance was anything but consistent when it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you name it.

But Lance’s favorite thing to do were collabs.

Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer, had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite assistant.

Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly. For two player games, Lance was ideal.

Allura was an extremely popular beauty channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to. Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.

And Keith… well, the two of them had a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no means regular.

Keith was surprised at how much he had started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.

Without thinking too much of it, Keith swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes snagged on something odd.

Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it. Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live again.

Keith bristled. Lance better not be still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’

But when he looked at all the mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then panic.

“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”

Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to wait for the slow, crowded elevator.

He fumbled to fit his key in the lock and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”

“I’m back,” Keith answered shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez, you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”

“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What? No, Lance, I was saying you have a fever.”

“Because you’re hot and I want s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going, and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because of a fever.

Keith glanced at the computer sitting on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”

“So you finally admitted it,” Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see him grinning up at Keith tiredly.

“I meant your temperature, dumbass. Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”

And with that, he shut off the stream.

Types Of Friends When A Boy Fucks You Over (PT.3: The Finale)

The Blac Chyna- Funds the money for the make-up line you have been wanting to get started so, you can focus on something positive and productive. The two of you settle on the name ‘FuqBoí’ for the brand. For being a form of inspiration she sends your ex a check. The check is made out for ‘$00.01″

Originally posted by geneva-diva

The Vivica A. Fox- Verbally annihilates him using nothing but SAT words at his new girls pool party. Takes a bottle of Patrón and CÎroc from the bar and makes her exit. Comes to your house and gets you turnt with the bottles and gives you a play by play of everything that happened

Originally posted by theprettynerdie

The Ciara- Tells you to block his number and block him from all social media. Has her hair stylist make you a wig like hers and has you working out with her in the gym five days a week. A few weeks go by and she photographs you in a boudoir shoot and posts them to social media. Ends up getting you noticed and you get booked for a music video

Originally posted by plasticbagbarbie

The Patti LaBelle- Comes over to your place and bakes you a cake and two pies. Prepares enough food for you that could feed the whole family at the reunion. Has your ex come to your place so you can have closure, plus she has a few words for him. He gives you an apology and explains his actions. When he’s done, she catches him eyeing the food and says to him “I know your behind not thinking about fixing a plate. Ya bettah think about fixing that attitude of yours before you get bust upside the head”

Originally posted by ssa-spencerreid

The Solange- Some random person sees her beating up your ex and starts to record it. It is posted to vine and goes viral

Originally posted by lilybrawne

The Keke Palmer- She never liked your ex in the first place. Lowkey wants to flatten his tires and break his arms but, focuses on you instead. Enrolls the two of you in hip-hop dance lessons

Originally posted by screamqueensfox

The Diana Ross- Tells you that you are far too fabulous to concern yourself with an uncultured buffoon like him. Books the two of you a trip to New York City. Has you shopping for eye catching ensembles from thrift/costume shops. Takes you to hit up the underground club scene and everyone there loves your outfits and wants to take pictures with you.Ya’ll end up trending online

Originally posted by musicthatspeaks

The Gabrielle Union- Infiltrates your ex’s family and ends up dating his brother. Sabotages any potential relationships your ex could have. His brother goes along with it because she got him sprung

Originally posted by indigovioletpurple

The Missy Elliott- Is a popular youtuber. Makes a dope music video about how weak your ex’s dick game was based off of what you’ve told her. Innuendos are all over the place. Choreography is fire. The song gains mainstream popularity and his mama now has it as her ringtone whenever your ex calls her

Originally posted by cleothotra

The Trina- Spams all his instagram pics with the comment “fuckboy”

Originally posted by geneva-diva

The Amber Rose- Instafamous. Tells all her instagram followers not to fuck him cause he’s a bitchass. Your ex goes through a sexual drought

Originally posted by celebuzz

The Lynn Whitfield- Runs his car off the road at 9 and casually drives to her brunch meeting at 10

Originally posted by isitscary

The Octavia Spencer- Knocks on his front door. He let’s her in, they walk into the kitchen. She tells him there are no hard feelings and gives him her “special” pie

Originally posted by shawnhollenbach

The Lisa ‘Left Eye’ Lopes- Will burn his house down

Originally posted by queensofrap

The Aaliyah- She runs into your ex at the Foot Locker. Tells him how she is so incredibly disappointed in his actions and that he needs to take a look at what kind of path he is taking in life because, he can’t go around hurting people that love him unconditionally. He feels so bad he starts going to church every Sunday to build a relationship with Jesus

Originally posted by amajuj

The Lupita Nyong’o- Takes you on a trip to Spain so you can clear your mind. She’s not even worried about your ex

Originally posted by fxck-365

The Joseline Hernandez- Uses permanent spray paint to write “PENE PEQUEÑO” on the windshield of his car

Originally posted by ohidiotbox

The Brandy- Sends you a text telling you to stop “sittin up in your room”. Picks you up and ya’ll have a beach day. She catches the owner of the bar two of you are at on the water eyeing you and encourages him to talk to you. Takes a picture of the two of you talking and sends it to your ex from your phone

Originally posted by buzzfeedceleb

The Zendaya- Your ex contacts her first because he knows she will send him a 3000 word essay in MLA Format with an introduction, body paragraphs and a conclusion, with direct quotes and a bibliography page to go with it. She doesn’t care what he has to say and goes with her usual formula anyway

Originally posted by thecoolcoolcat

The Tamar Braxton- Bumps into him in the produce section at the grocery store. Makes the loudest cackle because she has been ready to run into your ex. Goes the hell off and he tries to tell her to calm down cause people are staring. Responds with “Whatchu mean calm down? What you worried about them for? You don’t know them! What you needed to be worried about was your relationship!” Wraps up the whole encounter with “You lucky I am a child of God”

Originally posted by wildjay101

The Pam Grier- Shoots your ex then, takes you dancing later

Originally posted by timetravlin13

The Jackée Harry- Roasts your ex. I’m talking FATALITY  level roasting. He ends up deleting all his social media accounts and moves out of state. Even at his funeral she’s still dogging him and even the pastor slips out a chuckle

Originally posted by auntjohn

About grocery stores opening on Sundays/Christmas Eve

So, for the past couple of weeks people in Germany have been discussing shop opening hours on Sundays and especially this year on Christmas Eve (which happens to be a Sunday).

Situation in Germany is the following: Grocery stores and retail in general are closed on Sundays. There are exceptions but that’s the rule. Also, for Germans (idk if all of them but a lot of them) Christmas Eve is important. That’s when people celebrate with their families. (25th and 26th as well but the main thing for us at least, happens on the 24th).

Now, legally, shops as in grocery stores are allowed to open on Christmas Eve when it’s on a Sunday. A lot of shop owners and grocery chains have decided NOT to open on Christmas Eve and let their employees have a day off instead. And here come the people who complain about that. And let me tell you, I hate those people. With a burning passion. Let me explain why grocery stores opening on a Sunday is shit in general and Chrismas Eve in particular.

So here are some of the arguments those people come up with:

1) “People in hospitals, retirement homes and restaurants also have to work on Sundays! What’s the problem?”

Okay, listen up. For some professions it’s impossible not to work on Sunday. You can’t just leave sick people or the elderly alone for a day. You can’t even compare the two! For fuck’s sake you can buy groceries on Saturday, grandma who’s suffering from dementia can’t just be left alone on Sundays.

Now, it’s true that in restaurants, cinemas and service stations people work on Sundays, too. And yes, that’s debatable. Why do some people have to work to entertain others on their day off? Some industries rely on people to have free time to survive. Cinemas surely can’t be open weekdays from 9-5. Who goes to see a movie during those hours?

But for one thing, a lot (!) of restaurants are closed around Christmas. For another… enough people have to work on weekends and times that aren’t beneficial to their personal lives. Do we have to make it worse? And what even is this? “There are people working on Sundays, more people should work on Sundays because I want to go shopping on Sundays, too!” Well, go fuck yourself, entitled dickhead. Fuck other people’s lives because you can’t be arsed to do your shopping during the 6 days a week and 12 hours a shop is open.

2) “Some people want to work on Sundays (because they’re not religious or whatever)!

Great, good for you. Let me explain you a thing. What having to work irregular shifts or working on 7 days a week does to people. The weekend or Sundays in particular have been and still are (for the most part) an institution trade unions have fought for. The majority of people still work traditional working hours. Imagine a family. Imagine them with irregular working hours. Dad’s day off is Wednesday, Mom’s day off is Sunday. It doesn’t matter if your day off is a Sunday or Wednesday, right? Now, problem is: When exactly are they supposed to spend time together when everyone’s got their day off on a different day? Working on Sundays isn’t a problem because you’ve got another day off instead, right? No. That’s not how it works. Free time isn’t free time. Some "free time” is worth more.

Another scenario. Most people working in retail and grocery stores are women. Dramatically underpaid, working hours already irregular enough. Now add Sundays, so some entitled assholes can go shopping. An example. What are single mothers supposed to do now? How many kindergartens open on Sundays again? Hey! We could change their hours, too! So kindergarten teachers can work on Sundays as well! That’s gonna solve the problem, right? Fuck off.

And if you really want to work on Sundays… there are enough industries working on Sundays. Maybe go find a job there then.

3) Grocery stores in other countries open on Sundays what are you whining about?

Trade unions are strong in Germany. Worker’s rights are a thing in Germany. And that’s done a whole lot of good for us. I know for some people it doesn’t feel like it. But please compare our situation with countries with less powerful trade unions and then we can talk.

4) “Shop owners should be allowed to decide for themselves when to open their shop.”

Ah yes, neo-liberalism. Let people with power decide over the lives of underpaid workers without any limits. Yes, that’s good. Other countries do that, let’s do that to Germany, too. It’s not shit enough here already. Workers rights, who needs that?

5) “What if i forgot to buy something and need to go buy it but it’s Sunday?”

Oh noes, how will you survive? Sundays happen every week. Christmas Eve is on the same fucking day every year. Retail workers are not responsible for your shitty planning abilities.

6) “You gotta keep up with times, shops have to compete with online shops so they have to open on Sundays!”

Good luck trying to buy something from amazon on a Sunday and having it delivered on… you know. Sunday. Not even people at amazon work on Sundays. No one delivers on Sundays. What are you even talking about? Also, whose fault is it retail is forced to compete with amazon & co? Oh right! Customers! If customers weren’t such egoistical douchebags who think everything and everyone has to cater to their needs people in retail could work much more humane hours. But you know…

7) “Shops have to open on Sundays so people who work long hours can do their shopping!”

Grocery stores are open for at least 12hours a day. You wanna tell me you work 12hours a day / 6 days a week? Really? You really want to tell me you couldn’t do the shopping then? What the fuck is wrong with you?  

And now it’s not just Sunday it’s Christmas Eve. Can’t you just let people have one fucking Christmas Eve without having to work? I hate you, entitled little shits.

{PART 3} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Thinking that you’re about to be fired, you start panicking about how you’ll survive with no job. Jungkook still can’t answer the many questions he has about you - and he questions himself in turn.

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I’m Not A Kid: Part 3 (Final Part)

I’m Not a Kid: Part 3 (Final Part) (m)

Word count: 7.7k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You finally face Jungkook after he moved away, three years ago.

Parts: one | two (3/3)

It had been three years since you had laid eyes on Jeon Jungkook. Not that you had been keeping count. It was somewhere near almost three. You two were going hot and heavy in secret for two years. Jungkook went to college while working for his father part time. Luckily for you Mr. Jeon had his son working with you most of the time. The two of you actually worked very well together. Then the day came where Jungkook graduated and he came and worked for the company for about half a year but then his dad decided to open, and wanted Jungkook to manage another branch, in another country.

You were devastated to say the least when you had to hear about it from the whole office and not even your boyfriend, Jungkook. Of course you thought the rumors were just that, rumors. But then you had went into Jungkook’s office and he wasn’t there. All of his stuff had been taken out and you just stood there. You remember the feeling so vividly, it made you sick to your stomach. 


You ended up going home early and there he was, on your couch with tear stained cheeks. You have never seen him this vulnerable. The two of you normally were not very sentimental or too open with each other. But there he was, crying on your couch as you made your way over to him. He held you so tightly after he pulled you into his lap. The two of you holding each other so closely while you slow fucked on the couch. You remember how tightly he held onto your hair as he whispered in your ear, that he loved you. That was the first and only time you had heard it. Because after being in sad, sweaty and naked ecstasy- he was gone.

You woke up on the couch with a blanket draped over you and all of his stuff out of your apartment. The two of you didn’t live together but you did miss his toothbrush next to yours and all of his protein powder in your cabinets, among other things. You even missed all the anime on your DVR. You missed him but even more you hated him.

He had never said goodbye or told you he was even leaving in the first place. At least he barely did that one night. You didn’t even know how much time he had left to be with you until you woke up alone. You just wish that you had known or maybe if you were open about your relationship he would still be with you. But you hated yourself for wanting to go back into the past and be with him. 




The first year was the hardest. All you wanted to do was call him or have him call you. But then it finally set in that he had left and you wanted to beat the shit out of him. You wanted him to feel the pain that you felt. You wondered how someone who was so keen on getting you to go out with him in the first place could be such a major ass. If you had stuck with your instincts you would probably be fine, in a better relationship and happy… then again you could’ve ended up with someone like John. The guy that you had ended up leaving at the party when you finally let yourself be with Jungkook.

Maybe this was meant to happen or maybe you were just stupid. Finally around the second year you tried not to think about Jungkook as much. Although it was pretty hard when your boss was his father. After time though you didn’t actually think about him… not that much. Luckily since the man that you once loved, but never told him, father was your boss you knew whenever he would be coming into town.

If you ever figured out that Jungkook was coming back home you went on vacation, on a business trip or just called in sick. You remember in the beginning that Mr. Jeon always told you that Jungkook had asked about you or wondered if you were doing well. Jungkook was also apparently the reason that you got promoted and we’re basically Mr. Jeon’s right hand gal. You had gotten one email from Jungkook giving his congratulations but you deleted it. Maybe it was your petty side but you didn’t want to indulge yourself or parade yourself with questions on whether or not it meant something more.

You got an even bigger office and Claire was also happy to move up as your assistant. She got paid a couple dollars more so she was happy. Work was good, most days. You were making more money and you ended up moving to a bigger and nicer apartment. Mostly because your roommate was getting married. It was hard, you were so used to having someone around all the time and now you were lucky to have her pick up the phone if she wasn’t busy.

It was most times when you were at home, alone. Feeling sorry for yourself or just wanting to know if he was okay that you would end up on Facebook or Instagram or anywhere he posted anything slightly revealing. You would see pictures of him with new friend’s or younger women. It was so hard to look at but you couldn’t help yourself. You tried to put up photos and make statuses just to seem like things were normal in your life. You mostly did it because you wanted him to see that you were fine. Not that you thought he was actually interested in knowing. You were sure he was busy enough with his own life and you should’ve been focusing on yours.

Things did get better with time. You had even dated someone for a little while but it was hard. You really loved being around Sehun but he was so young himself. He got very jealous if you did things without him or just when you were around other men. He was very whiny when you had to stay at work late. He just looked great on your arm and that was what you were focused on. You hated that maybe you weren’t focusing on actually being happy. You had pretty much engulfed yourself in work since Jungkook left so you didn’t really know how to make time for others. You thought he was so beautiful and sweet but you knew it wasn’t going to work out between the two of you and after six months you just had to let him go.

Every once in awhile you would get something from Jungkook. You figured this was when he was feeling lonely or alone like you. After a while you just deleted them or sometimes you kept them just so you could see him. He would send you pictures of himself whether it be his face or his body. He had even sent you two videos over the course of three years. You had never retaliated, too scared that maybe he would never send anything again if he knew you felt the same. Or you were just scared because maybe he wanted to trick you into seeing if you still missed him enough.

One video was of him and his office still wearing his suit while he touched himself. You could hear him grunting as he worked his hand and you would close your eyes and remember what it was like to hear him in you. The other one was last year when you made your and Sehun’s relationship public, changing single to in a relationship. The video was of Jungkook fucking another woman. You remembered the first time you saw, you were angry and sad that he would do something like this. Then again it had been enough time the second time it came around you laughed. Seeing that only made you want to forget him even more.

You figured he was embarrassed with himself because that was the last and final thing he had ever sent you. In a way you were happy but a part of you like getting to see him and his sculpted body. You guess it was just a way that he kept up with you. Even when you were too scared to send anything back. He seemed to be doing well for himself and you respected that. His dad was very proud of him and you were proud of yourself. Even with the help of Jungkook, you were truly paving your way in the business and you were a force to be reckoned with.

By the third year, you really didn’t think about Jungkook much. You were dating here and there. You had ended up going on a couple of dates with one guy that you particularly liked. You spent a lot of time with Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin, being the best and most supportive friend ever. It was very easy to be yourself with him and his fiancé. You ate a meal every Sunday with them and you even went to your yoga classes with Taehyung every Tuesday and Thursday. You had really fallen into a schedule that you enjoyed.

Today was different though, you could feel it in your body that it was different. Your phone had turned off in the middle of the night and you were almost late for work, just starting the day off wrong. A part of you told yourself to just call in but you knew you had a meeting with a big client and you wanted to go ahead and get that over with.

You were in such a rush that as soon as you got into your building was the only time you had to turn your phone back on. When you turned it on you had received multiple texts and calls from Jimin but the slowness of your phone turning on wasn’t helpful and when you finally got to your door, Claire had mentioned someone was in your office waiting for you. You looked at your watch, thinking that your client was slightly early. Rather than having them wait you went straight into your office.

When you walked in and looked at the back of the head sitting in the chair facing wall, you knew exactly what was. You looked down at your phone seeing the text finally was working clearly, pressing on Jimin’s name and reading.

[From: Jimin 8:30 am] He’s here, don’t come.

[From: Jimin 8:45 am] Jungkook randomly showed up.

[From: Jimin 8:54 am] Y/N?

You looked up as Jungkook turned slightly, hearing the door open and close. He stood slowly and smiled as the two of you made eye contact. You were very shaken, not knowing how to feel or what to say so you just stared at him.

“Y/N,” he sing songed, making chills fly up your arms. Wow, you look even more beautiful than I remember.“ Jungkook smiled, standing still but having the strongest urge to go and touch you.

It was silent for a moment but you couldn’t  keep one question in, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“It’s lovely to see you too, darling.” He chuckled and this all just felt like a game to you. It seems like all he wanted to do was screw up what you had worked so hard to keep normal.

“Really, Jungkook. What are you doing here? Normally I know when you’re coming in.” You said you walked over to your desk and put your bag down.

“So that’s why you’re never here when I’m here.” He said with a sigh.

“Do you really think that I want to be here when you’re here and see you? I was hoping I would never see you again.” You huffed as you got your work out of your bag, standing there with your hands placed on your desk as you looked up at him.

“To be fair, I did call and I even stopped by your old building but I was told that you had moved.” Jungkook sat again and you stood there.

“You really came to my old apartment building? Why the hell would you do something like that? Like I would actually want to see you? Like I would want you to just show up?” You looked at him and he looked down at the ground. You were angry, you thought that you had pretty much coming over it but you were very wrong. You could not believe that he was sitting there right in front of you and all your old feelings just came back into play.

It felt unfair that he could just walk in and you were already taken by him. It was like the beginning all over again. You had to pretend to hate him just so your true feelings wouldn’t peek out. “Plus I changed my number. When I broke up with my boyfriend he wouldn’t stop calling and leaving me voice messages of him singing.”

Jungkook looked back up at you and you swallowed. “That’s right, I forgot about your boyfriend.”

“It was almost a year ago, sometimes I forget about him too.”

Jungkook forced a smile as he played with his hands. “I was happy you found someone.”

You stood there for a moment before you started laughing. Jungkook looked up at you, questioning why you were laughing. “Is that why you sent me that video of you and that woman?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and put a hand through his shiny black hair. “I was jealous, I’m an asshole.”

“Why were you jealous? You left me. You were the one who just walked out. What? You were jealous that you didn’t find your new love first? Because it took me a goddamn long time to trust anyone after that shit that you pulled.” you slammed your fist down onto your desk.


Jungkook bit his lip as he stared at your desk. “No, of course that was not it. It was selfish, I didn’t want you to be with anyone but me.”

You huffed out a laugh once more, “That is the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s true,” Jungkook said standing up and making you lean back as you stared at him for a moment.

“I’ve seen you with plenty of girls.”

“When?” He laughed, “In pictures?” He stared at you for a moment and you just nodded. “It was only a fucking picture that you saw. You have no idea. There were plenty of people who wanted to go home with me but I couldn’t. And maybe if I did go home with someone their name wasn’t the one I was shouting out.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? You did this to yourself when you left.” You said harshly.

“You think I don’t know that? I was a stupid 23-year-old kid. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. That’s what my mom did, she acted like everything was fine and then she left one day.”

“How did that make you feel when she left? If anything, you should have known that you were upset and sad and you thought about her all the time. That was selfish, you know all about being selfish. I’m supposed to say, poor you because you got to move up and go somewhere else and be surrounded by women who you fucked but got their name wrong? Screw you, Jungkook. You did this to yourself. We both need to get over this bullshit. Besides you’re just going to be going back soon anyway so what’s the point?” You sat down and Jungkook leaned over your desk to get closer to you.

“That’s not true. My dad is opening another branch 45 minutes away from this one. I let my successor take over the other branch and now I will be the head of this new one. I already moved back to the city yesterday.” You felt yourself getting sick to your stomach. “I will be here all week doing some training.”

Suddenly there was a knock at your door and you pushed Jungkook away as you sat. He chuckled to himself, reminiscing the times that you were pushing away while the two of you were in each other’s office and someone knocked or decided to come in.

It was Claire, “Ms. Y/L/N, your client is here to see you. Would you like me to bring him in?” Her eyes shifted between the two of you as she wanted to know what was going on.

“Yes, bring him in. Jungkook was just leaving.” You said and Jungkook nodded.

He started leaving before he turned around and looked at you, “I’m in my old office if you need me.” You just nodded as he left and your client came.


It was so hard for you to focus all week. All you could do was think about the fact that Jungkook was right down the hall. And for some reason all you wanted to do was get up and go see him. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say. You just wanted to look at him. You just wanted to touch him and make sure that he was real. It was crazy to you that maybe just maybe he wanted to be with you again.

During the first couple of days you tried your hardest to stay away from him. Although when you left your door open to get in some fresh air, you would see Jungkook walk by several times and pretend not to look in and see you. It really was like the old days where he would bother Claire to see your schedule and he would sit next to you in meetings.

He didn’t try stuff like he used to, although you could tell he really wanted to. There were some times where out of the corner of your eye, you watched his hand hover to touch you or his mouth would get really close to your ear to whisper something but he would soon back away. Most times he just watched you from afar as you watched him.

He would always be in the elevator with you when you went out to lunch. He’d somehow end up right next to you pressed up against you in his form fitting suit that showed off his figure. Sometimes he would even walk around the office without his jacket on and you could really tell that he had been working out more. You watched as he would make coffee and you could see the outlines of his muscles in his shirt. Pretty much every girl in the office would walk around just to see him in those tight shirts.

Jimin had made fun of him to his face but only was trying to hide the fact that he too thought Jungkook looked good. You tried to ignore that every girl wanted. Especially Claire who was engaged but though Jungkook was trying to win her back like she had even had him in the first place. It was times like these that your pettiness only made you want to fire her just for the stupid things she said.


It was hard, trying to ignore him. But of course since he was back his father and your boss wanted some of that magic that the two of you used to give. ‘You both work so amazing together and I need the best for this account.’ That’s what you remember hearing before you are pushed into your office with Jungkook. You remember seeing Jimin try not to laugh as the door was closed.

Jimin had walked you to your car every day because you had asked. Not wanting someone to persuade you to go home with him. “Do you really need me to walk you to your car? I mean you are a big girl, Y/N.”

“Well, yesterday he asked me if he could come see my new place. So yeah, I do need you to walk me to my car. Because next thing I know I will be on my kitchen counter with my legs above my head while he fucks me. I know myself, Jimin.”

“You think that maybe you need to get it out of your system? I mean he’s only going to be at a firm 45 minutes away. Plus he’s living downtown where you live. Do you think that maybe you just need to just have sex and get it over with and maybe the two of you can move on?”

“You know I am surprised. To think that my best friend wants me to go back into the hands of someone who hurt me so badly.”

“I think you did your fair share to him when you told every girl he was in a picture with for the first year that he had crabs.”

You rolled your eyes, “I was in a state of grief.” Jimin just laughed, “Plus I later apologized… anonymously.”

“This is what I mean. Your whole relationship was very sexually driven. Maybe the two of you just need to fucking talk about your feelings. That’s what Tae and I do.”   

“Could you just tell me more about your sex life and we don’t have to talk about anything else?”

Jimin chuckled as he rubbed your arm. “You’re going to have to talk about it with him. The two of you won’t be able to settle until it’s done.”

“How often do you top?”

“Jesus, goodnight!” Jimin walked away and you laughed. But now here you were in your office with Jungkook, in silence. You didn’t really know what to say but you knew you needed to say something. Jimin was right at least on your behalf. You needed to know why he did the things he did before you can truly get over everything.

“So I got these mock ups and they should be ready tomorrow afternoon. I think everyone is gone for the night,” Jungkook scratched his head. “You probably wants to get out of here. I’m sure you have better things to be doing.”

“This is my work. This is what I need to be doing.” You spoke, watching him as he flipped through the papers and laughed at  what you said.

“That’s just it. You were always so focused on work. I could barely ever get you to do fun things with me.”

“I did plenty of fun things when I could. Work means something to me.”

“I know it does and you’re fucking brilliant at it. I just wish you wouldn’t stress yourself so much. You should get out more, meet people. You remember the first time you gave in to me? When we ended up going to a club and you left that stupid date of yours. What was his name…”

“John.”

Jungkook looked up at you and smiled. “John, that’s right. I remember we ran into him that one night when we went out to eat. I remember him looking at you and talking to you. Sad looking guy.”

“Yeah, and then you took me to your apartment and tied me up. You were so jealous for no reason.”

“I know, it was fun though. One of the best nights of my life. Probably the best sex I ever had too. I just remember you telling me, ‘only you. I only want you.’”

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. Reminiscing on these memories just made everything feel so real.

“Then again, it’s really hard to choose what the best sex of my life was. I mean anytime I think about it you come to mind. You in general are just the best sex I’ve ever had. That first night in the club,” Jungkook chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I can’t believe you let me fuck you in the bathroom. Then I got to fuck you in your office.”

You felt yourself getting wet so you crossed your legs. Not wanting to show you remembered those nights distinctively as well.

“Then we stayed at work those long hours and I got to fuck you on the kitchen counter in the break room. I even fucked you in my dads office. But my favorite definitely have to be on the photocopier.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “I remember that. I got a really bad cramp in my back.”

You and Jungkook say there and laughed before he spoke again, “We haven’t broken in this newer office…”

You stared at him and for a moment you were baffled that he even said that to you. Then you realized the child that was in front of you. “You’re such a kid. You know sex is all you think about.”

“I’m not a kid and you know it.” Jungkook sat up.

“Why did you leave?” The four words had slipped out. The question you have been dying to know for three years. “Why did you just leave like that? Why didn’t you try with me?” And finally, “Why did you leave me?”

Jungkook saw the sadness and the pain in your eyes. “I knew you would be angry. I didn’t think that you would want to try. I thought you might try to keep me here and I knew you wouldn’t want to go with me.”

“But you didn’t even ask? You thought you knew me so well. Hell, I thought I knew you well. We didn’t know shit about each other. When we fought we just had sex. When we were sad we just had sex. We fixed everything with sex and that’s not a relationship. I thought I knew you but there were times I was in bed with you, I felt like I was in there with a stranger. Sometimes I woke up next to you and I would just feel dirty.”

Jungkook nodded in understanding, “I get that. There were lots of times I just wanted to open up and talk to you but I didn’t want you to think that I was a kid.”

“Jungkook, talking about your feelings does not make you a kid. It makes you human. Feelings are what makes people fall in love. Feelings are what makes people who they are and all I wanted to do was know you.”

“I’m sorry, everything I did was so shitty. All I wanted to do was apologize but you were right. I was just a kid. I didn’t know how to act or what to do. I took the one thing that was good and I fucked it up because that’s what I do. I- I hated myself for hurting you and not talking to you about anything. The first time I came back I came to your office and you weren’t there and my dad said that you had requested to go on a business trip and I thought that it was pretty clear. It was very clear that you didn’t want to see me.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“No, I don’t blame you.” Jungkook got up and went over to the side of your desk where he had always loved to sit when he would come inside your office to bother you. “I didn’t realize how I was acting and I was so in love with you. I’ve never been in love before and it scared the shit out of me. Like I said good things that happened to me, I fuck them up and I just knew it was going to be sooner or later before I fucked up our relationship. I guess in a way, I thought I was protecting you or saving you from me… but I just hurt us both. When I wanted to fix it you didn’t want to see me and I just took the message.” Jungkook looked at the floor before saying, “I’m sorry. A thousand times, I’m so sorry. I was such a dick and I really did act like a child, especially when I saw that you were happy with someone else. All I wanted to do was make you happy and I just hurt you.”

You swallowed and closed your eyes. Your body was overwhelmed. Even just hearing him say that he was sorry, well, your body wanted to console him. “Thank you, Jungkook.” You looked over at him and he looked at you. “Thank you for saying you’re sorry.”

“I really missed hearing my name come from your beautiful lips.” You looked at your desk and couldn’t help but bite your lip. “Your voice in general… it’s like I’m home.” He smiled and you closed your eyes. “I missed you,” he whispered, leaning closer. “Did you miss me?” You looked up at him and shook your head. He laughed, “No? Okay then, if you want me to I’ll go.”

You looked over his features for a moment and you knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t going to leave, no matter what. “You just want to fuck me?” You asked. “This is going to be completely like it was last time? We know how well that turned out.”

“I don’t think we acted like a couple because we weren’t out in the open like a couple.” He looked at you but you waited for him to finish. “Of course I want us to be different. I still work for my father but I’m not going to work here. I want to be open about this I want to tell people. I want you to be mine and I want to be able to show people that. It was always so hard for me to stay quiet when I saw other people looking at you. I wanted to fight for you and now I can. I love you and not a day goes by that the feeling has changed. We might not have known each other that well before but I want to spend my life getting to know the real you and even the real me. I want you to see me for who I am. I want you to know all of me. I want you to be able to love me.”

“You really want to do this? You could get some backlash-”

“I don’t give a shit about that. You’re what I’ve wanted and what I’ve needed for three years. If you even think about giving me half a shot I’m going to run with it.”

“Fine, it’s what I want as well.” You said and Jungkook excitedly bent down to kiss you but you stopped him. “If we’re going to start over and do this. We’re going to do it right. You’re going to ask me on a date and I’m not gonna put out. I want to learn about you, I want to get to know you. I want to hear stories of you being on the other side of the country. I don’t want to forget our past but I want to make new and better memories.”

Jungkook held out his hand to you and you took it. You both shook on it, “Can I take you out tomorrow?”

“I’ll have to see if my schedule’s not busy.” You laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“You do have to take breaks from work to be with me, okay? You always focused on the work rather than me.”

“It’s a two-way street. We both have to focus on work and we both have to make time for each other. I will try my best.”

“I appreciate that,” you both smiled at each other before suddenly Jungkook sat on your desk closer to you. “So… I really can’t kiss you right now?”

You laughed, pushing him off your desk as you gather your papers and put them in your bag. Walking out, “Goodnight, kid.”



By the third date you hadn’t put out. Of course you didn’t count the fact that Jungkook got so worked up that he ate you out under the table. Saying, 'Fuck dessert, you were always sweeter anyway.’ You ended up waiting until the sixth date. Which surprised you but made it so much more worth it. You really felt like you were getting to know each other and you were content.

You both were making it a point to see each other as well as work. It was delightful to come to each other’s apartment after work with take out or groceries and eat together. You loved to watch Jungkook cook. It was beautiful to be vulnerable with each other and then make love on every surface of the apartment. It was all exciting and for the first time you felt like you truly belonged with someone.

Eight beautiful months had gone by. After three months, just to make sure that you were both serious about each other, Jungkook told his father. His father was confused but delighted. Figuring that, that was the reason why the two of you work so well together. Of course it was just a matter of time before the office found out and Claire had awkwardly congratulated you.

Sometimes for lunch the two of you would meet in the middle of the two offices at a small diner off the interstate. It was those kinds of times that made your relationship special. You still thought that he was so young but it made you feel young as well, at least in some cases. It was nice and it just felt right, being with him. To think, you hated him at first and then you went for another long time hating him. It wasn’t all easy though now that you two were together. There were of course times where the two of you didn’t get along or worked too much and ignored each other but you worked it out. And when you worked it out, most of the time, it ended in amazing sex that came right after. You thought you were never bored of sex with him in the first place and now you knew you never would be.



You two we’re going out to a club, the club where the two of you hooked up for the first time. You went out just to have fun but in the middle of dancing your night was interrupted when Jungkook saw Sehun. He knew the guys face from a mile away since he had stalked your instagram and knew a lot about the two of you. He knew that it was a long time ago but he was very protective of you.

Sehun saw you and came over to you both, talking to you for a minute. Making a joke, you had a thing for younger guys and you laughed. Jungkook on the other hand was not so pleased. “Hey man,” Jungkook started walking towards him but you stopped him.

“Nice seeing you. Have a good night!” You waved while dragging Jungkook out and to the car.

“I don’t see why you dated him.” You went over to your side and got in. You liked riding in Jungkook’s BMW, it was a black convertible and just an exciting car. Always fun to ride in with the top down. The two of you got in and Jungkook started the car, driving off.

“He was cute and young.”

“A kid,” he said as he got into the street.

“You’d know about that.”

“Fuck you,” he laughed.

It was silent for a moment before you spoke. “I met him at a coffee shop. He accidentally knocked my drink out of my hand and paid for me to have another one. It was like a scene out of a movie.”

“Eh, well you didn’t end up with him.”

“Life isn’t a movie. You don’t just end up with one person. Life plays out, it doesn’t just end like a film.”

“I guess you’re right. I just like thinking you’ve ended up with me…” You smiled, thinking the conversation was over but it was far from that. “So, what was he like in bed?”

Your eyes were wide as you looked over at him. His eyes still focused on the road. You shook your head before you smiled, “Boney, but uh- it worked for me.”

“Did it?”

“Yeah, like I was surprised he could handle me on top of him. He’s so thin but he really fucked like a jackhammer.” you laughed, half joking.  

“Watch it,” Jungkook said and you chuckled.

“He was good, you’re good too.” You focused on the road with him.

Jungkook scoffed, “Just good?”

You smirked to yourself, “Well you’ve been awfully busy working lately. Maybe I’ve forgotten…” you said innocently and he quickly looked over at you before pulling off the road and parking the car slightly next to some trees on a side street. You looked around nervously, dropping the act. “What are we doing?”

“Just good? You know you can’t say shit like that to me. You know I’m not gonna be able to wait until we get home to show you that I’m much better than good.”

You giggled, “Come on kid, I want to go home. We can even go to your apartment. You know I was just messing with you.”

“In the backseat.”

“What?” You looked at him, annoyed at the fact his stupid male ego got hurt so quickly.

“Get in the backseat and I’ll show you fucking good,” Jungkook whispered as he moved toward you. “So, get in the back seat. Now.”

You looked him up and down. The tone of his voice made you feel like you were headed to toe 20° hotter. “Yes sir,” you decided to move back there.

“Mh, good girl.” Jungkook slapped your ass with a chuckle, making you jump as you fell back into the backseat.

“I don’t want to get caught by a police officer.”

“Really? Where is my fun girlfriend to doesn’t mind doing it in public places? Remember the time we fucked in Jimin and Taehyung’s bathroom while they were having that party.” Jungkook pulled you onto his waist. “Where’s she?”

“I’m right here,” you said, looking down at him as you started to circle your hips against his as a deep breath came out of him.

“I know you like doing it in public. Don’t try to hide. Plus we’ve never done it like this before. He grabbed your ass and a giggle escaped. "I love your ass. It’s the perfect size for me to just hold and squeeze.” He said as he squeezed it and you moaned as your crotches brushed up against each other over and over. “Let’s get you out of this dress.”

You nodded as he lifted the material over your head. “No bra? Mh, that’s pretty sexy.” He smirked and you took off his shirt.

“I want you out of those pants, come on.” You said and he chuckled. You got off of him and he told you to face you body against the backseat. You did as you were told, letting your heels slip off as Jungkook reached down to help you take off your thong. He made sure his warm strong hands brushed over your sensitive bundle of nerves along with your wet folds, making your body jump.

You slapped his hand and he smiled at you as he then rubbed your wetness as well as his rock hard dick, making your eyes roll back. You had been staring at the veins on his arms which were making your heat wet but this was really kicking it up a notch.

“Y/N, are you ready for me?”

“I think I can handle it,” you said sarcastically.

“If you say so,” Jungkook said as he, no warning, pushed himself inside of you. Making you gasp and yell, “Jungkook!”

“You said you could handle me. Although, sometimes you can barely handle me. Remember that time I fucked you so hard in the shower and it was so hot in there that you passed around and I had to carry you to the bed? Or that time we made love on my dad’s washing machine at that dinner with his friends while they were in the next room. You were trying to be so quiet but failed.”

“Yes,” you whimpered as he was slowly moving inside of you as you got comfortable. He was big but he felt so perfect inside you. Jungkook put one hand around your throat as he picked up the speed, really starting to fuck you doggy style. He brought your body closer to his as you arched yours. “Yes, oh god. That feels so good.” Your hand went to his thigh as you wanted to feel his strong body pounding into yours.

You could feel the car shaking as Jungkook’s grunts and groans were echoing across the vehicle. “You love when I choke you.” You shook your head and he grinned, “You’d let me do anything to you. My baby is such a little slut for me, huh?”

“Watch it,” you copied him from earlier and he chuckled.

“The fact that you’re letting me take you from behind in my car just proves what a dirty girl you are for me. I love it.” He held onto your hips as your body’s moved quickly together. The sound of your skin slapping together filled your ears as you moaned happily. He gave your ass a slap as he licked and bit your shoulder.

“Yes! Right there, right fucking there.”

“Here? Am I hitting that spot inside you, baby? The one that makes you sing so sweetly for me.”

“Yes, Jungkook, yes. Oh my god, fuck. Jesus Christ that’s it. Give it to me, Jungkook. Harder!” you clawed and he tanned skin of his leg.

“Shit, Y/N.”

“Mhh, fuck-” you gasped at how fast his hips were moving. Jungkook was thrusting inside of you so hard you were screaming out for him in the small space of the car. You were grabbing onto the seats and the windows and windshield were fogged up. You reached one hand behind you has it tangled into his beautiful black hair. “Jungkook, Jungkook yes!”

“Fuck, Y/N. Your pussy is always so damn tight. I should fuck you more, harder, huh? You love when you have a strong, young cock inside of you, don’t you? My dirty, Noona. You fucking love it.”

“I do, I do! Jungkook, you feel so good. Please, I’m so close.”

“I bet Sehun never fucked you like this. I bet he never made you feel as good as I did. He didn’t get to love and worship your body like I get to.” Jungkook’s hand gripped one of your breasts and pinched the nipple as the pleasure shot through your body, making you jump and giggle.

“Jungkook, no one has ever made me feel like you do. No one ever will.” Your eyes were closed so you could focus on not coming yet. “You always make me feel so fucking amazing. My body can’t take it. It can’t take all the pleasure.”

Jungkook gave you a couple of particularly hard thrusts. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You tightened around him, knowing how much he loved it and he shouted, pulling your hair and making your head fall back into his shoulder as his other hand was still on your neck, squeezing, sending you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re such a filthy girl for me, letting me take advantage of you like this in the back seat of my car, on the side of the road. You love the way I’m just taking you, right here. The fact that I can’t even wait until we get home. I just had to have you now. You’re my weakness, your just so fucking good. You’re all mine, all mine Y/N.”

“Jungkook, please.” You pleaded.

“What, baby? Let you come? Come all over my hard cock that’s fucking you just how you like? You want to come all over my cock and I’ll come inside this pretty little pussy of yours…”

“Please, come inside me. You know how much I love when you fill me up.” You begged with a moan as his dick twitched inside of you.

“Holy shit, baby. Come for me, come while anyone could see us.” He whispered the last part and you screamed his name as your eyes shut tight. Jungkook released his hand from your throat and he held onto you tightly, coming inside of you. His moans and grunts making your body shake as you both collapsed in bliss.

It took a moment for the two of you to finally get enough energy to set up in the backseat and grab your clothes. You both looked at each other and giggled as you could have fallen asleep right then and there. 


“Did that do it for you?” He asked as the two of you got dressed in the backseat.

“You always do it for me. You know that I love you. I’m in a constant state of euphoria with you.”

“Sometimes it amazes me that you do. I always loved to annoy you.”

“Yeah, you definitely were annoying but you were what I needed. I think I was what you needed. So I am happy that one night that I gave into you and went to the club. But I’m even happier that we kind of got a second chance.” You smiled as he buttoned his shirt.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Plus who am I supposed to keep it spicy in the bedroom with now that I’m really getting old.”

“Trust me, you’ll always have me to make you feel young.” Jungkook said and you laughed. He sang your name as he got in the front seat and started the car once again and you smiled to yourself. Never in your life you thought that the annoying kid that followed you around, singing your name. Or asked you out on a date at least once a day, was going to be the person you probably would spend the rest of your life with. And while life wasn’t a movie you were definitely ready to see where this one goes.

How to make a schedule

Note: This kind of schedule is for languages, i don’t think it works on something else.
This is how I make my schedule and it works for me. If you want to change something and adapt it to your style go ahead.

First of all, i change this schedule weekly since it’s based on 2 things: time and how good my skills are. 

Also, you have to write down what resources you use for listening, reading, vocabulary and speaking. In this way you don’t spend time thinking what to do/how to study. 
*try to have 2-3 options per skill

*I don’t have a “writing” section because i take it as “speaking” since i don’t want to talk to someone daily.
50langs=50languages (the app has some great audio material)

Weekly i use a system from 1 to 10 and i grade my skills so i know on what to focus. The higher the grade, the more time i spend on it. It looks like this:

*The idioms and the thinking sections are added only for intermediate/advanced languages. 

After i “grade” my skills i try to see how much time i have to study that week. I’ll make a stample based on the skills i’ve graded earlier.

This schedule is for 12hours a week. (2hours for 6 days) 


There’s no algorithm behind those hours, i add how many hours i think i need for the highest grade and i check how many hours i have left for the rest of the skills.

I think you noticed that even if i have “thinking” there, there’s no activity for it. I don’t decide an amount of time for it so i can think in my target language longer. I know that i have to do so and i’ll try to do it for longer than i would if i had a certain amount of time.

Notes

  • My schedules tend to be for at least 6hours a day because i try to cover every skill. To focus on everything in 2 hours will be difficult, unless you combine everything.
  • There’s no particular order what to study first or last.
  • If you have a hard time making this schedule just send me an ask and i’ll help you with it. Remember to mention how much to focus on every skill and how much time you have daily for studying.
  • There are only 6 days because i take Sunday as a day off. (basically i study what i want and how much i want without a schedule)
  • Even if you have this schedule, you have here how to live your life and study/learn a language at the same time.
  • If i don’t finish 1 or 2 tasks from a day, i just finish them on Sunday.

Good luck with your studies! ^^

You believe in a god?

Well, that’s chill. 
I might not agree, but I support your right to your own beliefs. 
You want to go to church every holiday, or every Sunday, or even every day?
That’s chill too man.  I mean, do what you want in your time. 
You want to follow the rules of your religion-not do certain things/do other stuff?
Alright man, follow whatever code/law/moral-religious-personal rules you want to. 

BUT IF YOU TRY TO TELL ME OR ANYONE ELSE THAT WE HAVE TO BELIEVE IN YOUR GOD, YOUR RELIGIOUS BELIEFS/RULES, OR PARTICIPATE IN ANYTHING THAT IS BASED OFF OF YOUR RELIGION THEN I WILL GO ON A VERY VERY LONG RANT. 

Bonus- If you try to say your god needs to be in public schools and or that the reason *insert bad societal thing* is because your god isnt in schools, I will also go off on an extremely lengthy rant. 

Thank you, this has been a PSA. 

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It was raining and dark that evening that changed his whole life. Stiles was on his way back home and in a fool mood, his dog at his side.
Maybe it was because he hasn’t slept more than few hours the last days, maybe it was just the hatred against his boss, he couldn’t actually say afterwards, which craziness has afflicted him, as he decided to go into the boxing gym, he normaly just walks by every day. But he knew that particular evening, that he needed to change something and the warm light of the gym was just kind of… luring. 
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Uff, after I spend - rather unintended - the whole sunday with these guys, the artwork is already finished. (Inspired through a small story idea and with the help of @hd-hale ;D)

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Trump, The NFL And The Powder Keg History Of Race, Sports And Politics
President Trump says his calling for the firing of NFL players who don't stand for the national anthem isn't about race. But the protests are about racial justice, which has a long history in sports.

Sunday was a historic day for the intersection of sports and politics.

Widespread protests in the National Football League, the most popular professional sport in America, were shown on broadcast channels across the country.

Stick to sports? Not this week. Whether sports fans wanted to see it or not, they couldn’t avoid politics.

Athletes — mostly black — from every team in the country knelt, stood arm in arm, sat or refused to take the field for the national anthem. They even took it abroad with the first protest taking place in England, in a game that represents the NFL’s effort to broaden the league’s appeal.

dating Matt Murdock would include

Originally posted by marvelsdefenders

  • reading to him whenever he’s sad or tired
  • Foggy always third wheeling
  • making mixtapes for him
  • forehead kisses
  • keeping his secret identity a secret in order to keep you safe
  • while hugging, he loves to place his head between your neck and shoulder, and breathe in your smell
  • he loves the smell of your perfume, but the days when you’ve forgotten to put on some perfume and you smell like yourself, are his absolute favorite
  • “i love listening to your heart beat. I also hope that it sounded less creepy than it seemed.”
  • slow kisses
  • him always having the urge to touch you, to feel your presence
  • on rainy days, you like to lie in bed, in each other’s arms and listen to raindrops hitting the window pane
  • often acting as his service dog
  • “angel, you don’t have to do it, i’m alright wi-
  • “hush Murdock and follow my lead”
  • every Sunday morning you bake a different flavor cake for him and he has to guess the flavor from his first bite
  • you do it so often that it becomes a little “family” tradition
  • him being wrong on purpose just to make you happy
  • him practicing his court speeches in front of you
  • sometimes you even help him
  • “petal, i’m not going to include Gandalf’s quote in it”
  • him waking you up with feather-light kisses
  • while you are in the bathroom getting ready, Matt hugs you from behind and kisses the back of your neck
  • “love, i don’t need to have sight to know that you’re staring”
  • taking calming baths together while there’s music playing in the background
  • feeling his fingers go smoothly up and down your skin
Dear Dream Daddy Devs,

@dreamdaddygame

Hello, my name is James. You don’t know me, but hopefully this ‘letter’ reaches you and you get to know me. You recently held an interview admitting that Joseph was intentionally written to have no good ending, and that you were taken aback by the fact that so many people wanted him to have one.

While I understand that you wanted to put a fun twist on things and I respect you for it, making the twist be “well, you shouldn’t have dated him anyway” is probably the most offensive thing you could have possibly done. I’ll delve into why a bit more in a second, but first I want to point out that creating a dating sim where you can’t date one of the characters is basically akin to having the final boss in a FPS one you have to fight entirely through melee. While it sounds like an interesting idea, there’s a reason no FPS has done that before.

I was raised in the middle of Montgomery, Alabama. My father, the man that I am still afraid to come out to, took me to a southern Baptist church every Sunday. It was there that I learned that being gay was a sin, that I should repress any feelings I have and, if I didn’t, I was a disgusting sinner and I deserved to go to hell. I still to this day have trouble admitting that I am a Christian because I have so many terrible memories about that church.

So, you can only imagine how amazingly happy I was that you created a game that had so much diversity that it even included a gay Christian character. I was fucking ecstatic, even! I felt like someone was finally acknowledging me as a person who exists rather than a joke on TV. It was amazing! And then you had a trans dad! And a gay black man!! My God!! It had everything!! I had to buy this game when it came out because it not only spoke to me, but to other minorities that exist that I saw in some of my friends.

And then I finished Joseph’s route. I was shocked, at first, thinking maybe I did something wrong? I mean, my character prompted me to try again, after all. So I played it again. And again, and again. Still, no better ending than him staying with his wife and you either being dumped or a ‘side piece’. Researching the game only made it worse, because now not only was I upset that I couldn’t get a good ending with a character that resonates with me, but so much of the fandom had started spreading posts about Joseph being a terrible man for cheating on his wife.

Let’s actually talk about Mary real fast; you say she was your favorite character and that you wrote her to be misunderstood in the end, and I get that. She’s a really good person, but surely you realize you wrote her as an alcoholic, neglectful wife that actively cheats on her husband? Like, on Robert’s third date, she walks away with a man hand in hand. If that wasn’t you trying to imply that she was going home with him, then maybe you should consider re-writing that entire interaction. You wrote Joseph and Mary into a knowingly toxic marriage, but decided that, in the end, you weren’t going to give either of them a good ending. By not letting Joseph have a good ending, you’ve trapped Mary into a marriage that she in not happy in. You did both say she was your favorite character, yes? Give her a happy ending, then.

Oh, and also while we’re on the morally grey characters, uh, you gave Robert a good ending while one of his routes is basically him sexually manipulating you? You gave him a good ending. Why can’t Joseph get one where he divorces Mary, says that he may need a break, but he still wants to be with you? Like, how is that any different than Robert’s “okay I need a break but I still want to be with you”? But, I digress.

My name is James. I am a gay, Christian man that was raised to believe that there was something wrong with him. I am a man who was absofuckinglutely ecstatic that there was a gay dating sim that featured a gay Christian character in it. A gay Christian character in a failing marriage that reads, at least at first, like so many of the stories you hear from the south where gay men are forced into straight relationships because otherwise they might get fucking attacked in the street for daring to be queer. I’m serious, I remember my mom telling me a story about how a gay club got attacked by someone when I was six/seven years old. Christian gay men getting attacked by another Christian man who couldn’t stand the fact that they existed.

Joseph was my representation, and you wrote him to be a character that you intentionally could not date because you wanted to make a dating sim with an interesting plot twist for, I don’t know, social allegory or whatever.

Thank you for making a game with an amazing amount of diversity. I have so many trans friends that are beyond excited that there’s a mainstream game with a transgender character that you can actually date. I’ve seen black men online go crazy because they have representation in a video game.

But I am not going to thank you for Joseph Christiansen. I am not going to thank you for creating a character that I know resonated with so many other gay Christians out there that you admit was in there to basically just make the player feel bad.

I don’t want my money back because I still want to support you and I’m glad I did because you’ve done so much good with this game. You’ve given representation to people who normally don’t get any of it at all, and that’s amazing! All I want is for you to, please, at least read this and consider adding in a good ending for Joseph. Consider giving him an ending similar to Robert and having him admit that the marriage wasn’t good for him or Mary. Consider giving Mary and Joseph the good endings that they deserve.

Thank you very much for reading,

- James

Tidal Waves | Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: Roommate AU! When Allison suggests that you move in with a close friend of hers, you never expected to fall in love.

A/N: There is smut in this. I really enjoyed writing this, like so much. Please, please do leave feedback. Readers don’t understand how much feedback could motivate a fanfic writer to actually write.

Masterlist | Leave Requests Here (Especially Christmas Themed Ones)

Originally posted by hoechlinteeth

After reading, more or less, twenty articles about ‘how moving house was the most stressful thing you would probably ever do in your life’, you were weary whether to leave the comfort of your parent’s house and move into an apartment with a stranger. The thing that threw you over the edge, was waking up on a Sunday morning, your only day off,  to your mother hovering at eight in the morning. Then and there, you knew you had to get out. You spent weeks searching through online and newspapers ads to find the perfect apartment close to where you work, and with a decent girl that wasn’t too loud or dirty. You went to a couple of showings, but it was either the room was too small, or your future roommate was creeping you out slightly.

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