Can we please talk for a moment about how Sana Bakkoush is the link in this show?
Let’s go back to season 1. Noora only joined the girl squad because of Sana, she didn’t want to be part of the bus thing but if Sana was joining, she was joining and that’s how the girl squad was born.
Then also in season 1, Sana was the reason why Eva and P-Chris started talking, she was the one that through Eva’s instragram account followed him and liked his pictures which led to Chris and Eva talking. And THIS led the girl squad to start hanging out with The Penetrators, which was the reason why Vilde and William started talking and then they hooked up.
Also in season 1, Sana was the one that saw P-Chris hooking up with Ingrid, which led Eva to talk to Ingrid and solve their friendship and this conversation led Eva to find out from Iben about Isak being the one who sent the tips about Eva and PChris hooking up, all because Sana saw P-Chris and Ingrid.
Now let’s go to season 2, like I’ve already said, Sana is the reason why the Penetrators and the girl squad started hanging out in the first place which led to Vilde hooking up with William, which led to Noora falling in love with William.
And not only that because let’s all remember that Sana was the once that convinced Noora to give William a chance and to talk to Vilde about it.
Also, thanks to Sana, Jamilla was introduced in season 2, without Sana there wouldn’t be a Jamilla.
Now let’s go to season 3. Isak and Even met at the first Kosegruppa meeting. Now, why was Isak there? Because Sana forced him to go. Even and Isak met thanks to Sana.
And not only that, when Isak needed reassurance about his relationship with Even, Sana came and gave him her epic “hate doesn’t come from religion it comes from fear” speech.
And now let’s go to her season, to season 4. It’s because of Sana that the pepsimaxi were back, she was the one that allowed them to join the girl squad bus (as much as we all hated that).
Then as we all know, Sana was the reason why Noorhelm got back together thanks to the email she sent from Noora’s account. But not only that because when William came back, so did P-Chris making Chriseva happen again.
I mean, she’s even the reason why Emma is back. Jonas invited Emma to Sana’s party on Saturday which led her to talk to the girls and to Eva finding out about Emma and Jonas which led us (through Chris Berg) to find out about Eva and Jonas hooking up.
And we got Jamilla back this season, again thanks to Sana.
And let’s not forget about the biggest reunion this season. The Balloon Squad + Even. The Balloon Squad got introduced because Elias is Sana’s brother which led us to find out that they were Even’s old friends. And you know who was the reason why the Balloon Squad and Even reconnected? Exactly, Sana. First Isak saw Mikael in Sana’s laptop which led him to ask Even about it. And the biggest move, the karaoke party. If Sana hadn’t invited the Balloon Squad to the karaoke party the fight would’ve never happened and that fight, as weird as it sounds, was the first step to Even and Balloon Squad reunion. Also we have to talk about Eva’s birthday. The Balloon Squad was there, why? Because Vilde asked them to come. Why? Because she was having trouble with Magnus. Why? Because the Pepsimaxi girls had made the Vilde instragram account. Why? Because Sana had made the Sara instagram account. And that party, Eva’s party was the moment where Even and the Balloon Squad reconnected and are friends again.
All because of Sana.
There wouldn’t be a show without Sana.
She’s the reason this show exists and all I can do is be grateful for that.
So, yes- Koreaboos are a thing. They exist, and they can be annoying, but whatever. Do your thing. Hopefully they grow out of it though. This post will not be about all of the annoying things that Koreaboos tend to do. Instead, this post will be about how to differentiate between someone who is a Koreaboo, and someone who is not. Because apparently, there is a lot of confusion surrounding this topic.
Some things commonly used to identify Koreaboos are-
They listen to K-Pop
They watch K-Dramas
They write fanfiction (about people associated with the previous two)
None of those things indicate a Koreaboo. Someone liking K-Pop just means they like music, regardless of the language. Someone liking K-Dramas just means they like a TV show that they need subtitles for. Writing fanfiction is something a lot of people do if they like a certain celebrity, and why would that change just because the person is of a different race? Also, it’s a good way to improve a person’s writing skills in a way they can enjoy. Learning Korean is probably the worst reason to label someone as a Koreaboo, because it’s a language. People are typically required to learn a foreign language in high school, and for a lot of schools, the options are limited to Spanish or French. So, it’s totally understandable as to why you might want to learn something other than those two. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with challenging yourself to learn a new language, and it looks good on applications, especially since it’s less common for people to know Korean as a second, (third, fourth, etc), language than it would be for Spanish or French. In short, having an interest in something that happens to be Korean does not make you a Koreaboo.
So what does make someone a Koreaboo?
The short and general answer would be OBESSION. However, fangirling does not qualify, because it’s likely that someone would fangirl over any celebrity they like, not just Korean ones. Let’s just jump right into this and list a few things that make a person a Koreaboo-
They act like they know everything about Korea
They try to look Korean
They try to ‘act’ Korean
They get overly excited about everything remotely related to Korea
Only listen to Korean music (+ brag about it)
Are only attracted to Asians
If they find someone attractive only because they are Asian (not even necessarily Korean, because they don’t care about the difference)
Only eat Korean foods and get upset if they can’t
If they lie and say they are Korean or that they lived in Korea
Only use common Korean phrases, and use them often (ex. 안녕하세요, 진짜, 누나, 오빠, 언니, etc), usually with horrible pronunciation, and use romanization when writing/typing them (this one is more of just an annoying habit people may have, because no one has a problem with the random use of Spanish words like hola or adios)
There are plenty of other things a lot of Koreaboos do, and not all of them do ALL of these things. I’ve just listed some common indicators. Now, this post is already rather lengthy, (I could go on and on), so I’ll state the main difference in bold text.
The difference between someone who is a Koreaboo and someone who isn’t is:
Having an interest in something that happens to be Korean vs. Having an interest in something because it is Korean.
This post is not meant to shame anyone, and PLEASE feel free to explore your interests without fear of judgement, because you have that right. And if something makes you happy, just tell that annoying ranting girl on Tumblr to fuck off, and go be yourself. Just maybe take it down a few notches, because you low key seem a little crazy sometimes. Also, if you are interested in something that happens to be Korean and you want to try something else from there (like kimchi or 비빔밥) GO AHEAD. I only made this post, because so many people accuse others of being Koreaboos with literally zero backup for their claim. So, think before you label, or just keep your judgey mouth shut, thanks.
Above them, Cabal ships drag thick black smoke across the flickering twilight, and flames rise from the Tower. Legionnaires scour the streets, seeking out the cries of the wounded and afraid.
“Hush,” he says again, as the child starts to sniffle, and he pulls her into the shadows cast by an apartment block as a patrol makes its laborious way past. He was made to protect, made to serve, but he feels clumsy now; the hand on her shoulder is almost larger than her head and she has no armor to protect her bruised and burned skin from his rough gauntlets. When he tries to wipe the tears from her face he worries that he will be the one to break her.
He followed her screams, just as the Cabal did. He had no rifle to kill the Legionnaires that would have silenced her; dispatched the first one with his boot-knife but was not quick enough to catch the second unaware. It is dead, but his chest-plate is cracked and burned and the thing that eats the Traveler has also eaten his Light.
She is wearing yellow. A summer dress, for a celebration. When he offered her his gore-spattered hand she took it at once, and did not look back at the splayed and broken limbs visible beneath the rubble around her as though she knew there was no one left to wait for. He brushed dust and chips of concrete from the tight black curls on her head, and when she tried to smile her gap-toothed smile at him despite it all he knew that he would die the second death to save her.
They pick their way through dust-covered streets and alleys, one grimy hand holding his armored fingers, the other wrapped around the silent shell of his Ghost. He told her to keep it safe, and she clutches it to her chest with an intensity that would do any Titan proud.
To those behind the Wall, love and service. To those outside it, fury and fire. He is young: the Order’s maxim has never meant much to him, but here at the end of an Age he feels each word burning in his chest and he wraps his Mark around her shoulders like a cloak, like a little Hunter, to keep the nearness of the night from her as best he can.
When they hear the distant bursts of gunfire he waits until the chatter fades, then leads them in a different direction even though it gives him hope to know the City is still fighting. Perhaps if he ran to the violence he would find weapons or more Guardians, but he will not risk it. And so hours pass as they slink across the city, and as slowly as his wounds force him to move she still takes ten strides for every one of his. She has only one sandal, silver leather wrapped around a tiny leg, but he thinks that a single piece of armor is better than no armor at all.
He finds a battered pulse rifle in a street that leads to a square, tries not to wonder where its owner went. The magazine is full, but it is all he has and there is no Ghost at his shoulder to synthesize ammo. He bends to pick it up, never letting go of the hand that holds his own, just as a troop of Legionnaires turn the corner in front of them.
He pulls the child behind a crumbled wall. Waits one heartbeat, two; no slug throwers roar in response. Even so, they are between him and the direction he has lead, and he doubts he has the strength to cross the City again.
Love and service to those within. Fire and fury to those without.
The Legionnaires do not notice, but neither do they move on. More join them, and they begin to spiral out in all directions, continuing their search. It will not be long before they find him and the child. A narrow street, once hung with banners but now collapsing from the rooftops down, will lead her west, to the walls, away from Cabal patrols - as long as there is a distraction.
He lifts her chin as gently as he can.
“You have to run,” he whispers. He is bad at whispering. “I’ll keep you safe.”
“That way,” he says when she stares at him in silence, pointing with his outsized hand down the shadowed street.
He gives her a delicate push, points again. She blinks, once, then toddles into the dark, Ghost held close as though it will protect her. Perhaps, if there is a way to undo this disaster, it someday will.
He props the rifle atop the ledge, lifts his visor and sights with naked eye. There are so many, he thinks, and then bites back a laugh - there are only eight.
Love within. Fury without.
The rifle barks. One Legionnaire dies and the others spin in confusion, firing in the direction of his cover. He ignores them, squeezes the trigger again. And again. And again.
Love within. Fury without. Love within. Fury without. Love within. Fury without. Love within -
Something tugs his arm. He looks down into the eyes of the little girl, and pure terror finds him.
“I said run,” he growls, but she does not, her face set in a scowl. He shakes his arm and she does not let go.
A micro-rocket bursts against the barricade and he ducks, throws his body over her, sprays the rest of his bullets in response. The child buries her head in his cracked armor, her frail body shaking.
Never has he been so afraid to die.
He feels a fool. He tosses the rifle down, wraps one arm around the child and pulls her close. With the other he slams his visor shut. He takes a deep breath, and then another, and when at last there is a break in the constant fire he lurches to his feet, lifts the child to his chest, and runs.
It is hard, so hard, to move full Titan-plate without his Light to drive it. His body aches. Something inside is probably broken, and he does not know how long it takes a body to heal without a Ghost.
A slug hits him in the back and he stumbles but his armor holds, and he sprints down the street where he tried to send the child, the sound of jump-packs following behind. He ducks his head and cups himself around his charge, makes himself as big as he can, plows across the debris-choked pavement. The girl begins to cry again, though to his ears it is not the sound of fear but of fury, and before long he is roaring with it, and the two of them roar together down the long, narrow street as explosions scatter bits of ruins that once were homes. He does not know where he is going, knows only that he must go somewhere, that he will not stop until the child is safe or his legs no longer work; that when he has nothing left he will throw her from him and tear the Cabal apart with fists alone, Light or no.
He has stopped counting the impacts. Every step is a knife in his chest. The Legionnaires must be close but he does not turn, lest the shield that is his body fail. He can feel himself slowing, a sensation that fills him both with wonder and despair, but he cannot force himself to let her go despite his promise. Something cracks against the back of his leg, and he is too tired and too hurt to correct. He lands heavily on one shoulder, slides ten grinding yards, arms still wrapped around the child. At the very least, they will have to rip him apart to get to her. Maybe, if he dies quickly, they will not notice her at all.
Gunfire interrupts his thoughts, along with the sound of footsteps and the roar of Cabal. Hands grab him, drag him out of the street, but still he does not uncurl. He sees Hunter cloaks, Warlock robes, a Titan mark.
“Hush,” he tells the child, head still tucked close, while they cower in a doorway and around them Guardians fight.
“Hush,” he tells her, over their surprised cries of pain.
“Hush,” he tells her, over and over, until at last all is silent and he dares to lift his head and stand.
He helps the child to her feet, and though he leans against the doorway it is her tiny hand in his that keeps him upright. He looks around at their saviors: most are near as bruised as he is. They nod their heads, pat him on the back, and he opens his mouth to ask for forgiveness, for leading the Legionnaires here, but a Hunter shakes her head as though she knows what he will say.
Two Guardians lie dead. Truly dead. One Hunter, one Titan wearing the Mark of the Gatewatch. He waits the half-second for their Ghosts to revive them, feels sick when they do not rise. He swears that he will learn their names and add them to the Order of the Pilgrim Guard.
Someone makes cooing sounds and tries to take the child, tries to give her water, but she refuses to let go of his hand, refuses to surrender his Ghost. For a moment they stand there, all seven of them in a circle around her, and it is as though a different light has risen to bond them all.
They need ships. Weapons. Food, maybe. The child, at least, must eat. The Hunter offers water again, and he wonders how many new scraps of fabric she has taken for her cloak. A different Titan, this one wearing the Mark of the Six Fronts, hands him the dead Hunter’s rifle - then looks down at the child, still clinging to his hand, and passes him a sidearm instead.
They turn their backs to the Tower, and continue their slow march to the western wall. Perhaps they will find supplies along the way. If not, so be it - they are still Guardians, and they will save what light they can.
Love within. Fury without.
The Cabal have no word for ‘retreat.’ Soon, they will learn that the Guardians have none for ‘mercy.’
masterpost of iconic lines/moments in Froot (2015) by Marina and the Diamonds
when the chorus effect starts on the line “melted away like I was free” and my soul escaped my body, went to hell, and was immediately forgiven by the benevolent god that is marina diamandis
“I realize to be happy, maybe I need a little company” and I started crying one minute and forty seconds into the album
the sheer force with which my head was ejected from my body when she hits the high note on “I believe someone’s watching over me”
the chord changes in the bridge making me feel melancholy realness, honey
invented the piano, invented happy songs that sound sad, invented music
I’ve fallen asleep crying to this song an uncountable amount of times
THE FUCKING BASS RIFF IN THE FIRST TWO SECONDS which precisely and methodically severed my ear canal from my cranium
everything about this song
“ju-u-u-uice, la la la la la la la” >>> the entire discography of the rolling stones, the beatles, led zeppelin, and all of your dusty-ass “iconic” faves
the sultriness of the fucking low G she hits perfectly and consistently throughout the verses
“but I ain’t in a patient phase” probably the most iconic modern music will get
the way she sings “come on fill your cup uuuuuuuUUUUUPP” shattering my femur
“i’ve been saving all my summers for you” assassinates all of the poetry by William Shakespeare combined
every part of the second verse, especially “baby I am plump and ripe, I’m pinker than shepard’s delight, sweet like honeysuckle late at night” which was better sex-ed than I received throughout my entire adolescent academic career
“birds and worms will come for me, the cycle of life is complete” making fucking DECOMPOSITION the sexiest thing anyone has ever said in the compendium of human history
The Fucking Bridge Melody that she sings well beyond the troposphere, above the stratosphere, and sitting sexily in the mesosphere
“oh my body is ready, yeah it’s ready, yeah it’s ready”
I’m a Ruin
marina single-handedly addressing the complexities of young-adult relationships with “I could treat you better but I’m not that smart”
the insane degree to which I scream “yeah yeah, uh huh, woo hoo, yeah yeah” at the end of the chorus, thus startling my neighbors and setting off car alarms
“It’s difficult to move on when nothing was right and nothing was wrong” making me spray tears out of my eyes like a machine gun
the way the back up vocals come in on “I’ve had my share of beautiful men, but I’m still young and I want to love again”
the dichotomy of “I’ll ruin you” and “I’m a ruin” are proven to be one and the same, thus ending the careers of marriage counselors across the world
the iconic and instantly-memorable backing track
the continuity between the themes of the last song with the opening line “we’ve broken up and now I regret it”
the FORESHADOWING of “and I don’t know why but I can’t forget it” which alludes to the themes of the NEXT song, Forget, basically proving Marina doesn’t need references to any body of literature but her own goddamn songs
“gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self-esteem” ejecting my wig at mach 3 into another dimension
the sheer craftsmanship of the pre-chorus, which is perfectly catchy and memorable while refraining from cliches
the way the beat picks up on the chorus and I demand my non-existent ex to “gimme one more night”
“I’m sick of looking after you, I need a man to hold on to, I’m bored of everything we do, but I just keep coming back to you” proving marina is just as fed up with fuckboys as we are, but is just as flawed and hypocritical as us, showing her imperfections and making her more worthy of our worship
ending the song on the pre-chorus like the fucking INNOVATOR of MODERN MUSIC she is??? like please tell me WHEN will your fave
this list doesn’t include the visuals from the music videos but I will make an exception for the ICONIC wig she wears in the video
the vocals for “never heal” sending me into a tailspin and crashing into a ditch at 70 mph
50% of the chorus is the word “forget” and it is STILL the height of modern literature
after her mention of an “abacus” in the second verse, abacus sales went up 2000% and surpassed their unprecedented popularity in ancient Greece
“yeah it’s time to be letting go, yeah baby you know what I’m talking about” probably the most iconique start to a bridge physically possible in this dimension
“YEAH I’VE BEEN DANCING WITH THE DEVIL I LOVE THAT HE PRETENDS TO CARE IF I’LL EVER GET TO HEAVEN WHEN A MILLION DOLLARS GETS YOU THERE OH ALL THE TIME THAT I HAVE WASTED CHASING RABBITS DOWN A HOLE WHEN I WAS BORN TO BE THE TORTOISE I WAS BORN TO WALK ALONE” is not supposed to be a high-intensity part of the song but I don’t fucking care obviously
the way she fucking develops the lyrics of the chorus throughout the song and makes each line the best life lesson you ever heard??? who is this woman?????
by FAR the most underrated song on the album for no goddamn reason like, have you demons even listened to it?? hmmmmm????
i have no idea how the accompaniment was made for the song but whoever did it was a genius and needs to be remembered for the rest of time
“doesn’t matter long as I am your star, sta-AAARRRR” melodically groundbreaking, please take notes everyone
“don’t think i want what I used to want, don’t think I need what i used to need” addressing the pains of growing out of old friendships and passions in a fun approach
“you can’t take away the Midas touch, so you better make way for a GREEK GOLD RUSH” YES MAMA REPRESENT YOUR COUNTRY LIKE THE GODDESS YOU AAAARE
knew she could rhyme “El Dorado” with “Colorado” and fucking did
the fade out at the end of the song painting her as a con-artist or corrupt gold-dealer being hauled off to jail while reveling in the near success of her schemes is what???? I C O N I C
Can’t Pin Me Down
this song is direct proof that marina is a straight up motherfucking KUNT in charge of her destiny. the album is labeled as explicit because of this ONE song and only ONE line: “you might think I’m one thing, but I am another. You can’t call my bluff, TIME TO BACKUP MOTHERFUCKER” like not only is this the most badass line in the history of language, but this line was so important to her that she made the album explicit JUST FOR THIS ONE LINE. SHE IS AN ICON. END OF STORY.
she is a feminist! BUT! “Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem, I’m happy in the kitchen cooking dinner for my husband” proving that you do NOT know this bitch. she is nothing you think she is. except that she is an I C O N.
the meter of “just another girl in the twenty-first century” has me unpredictably and immeasurably shook because she is just! that! kind! of! girl!
“You think I’m like the others, boy you need to get your eyes che-e-e-e-e-e-ecked, che-e-e-e-e-e-e-ecked” blew the skin clean off of my face
“i can be your russian doll” like,,,, gag
the entire concept and existence of this song is revolutionary and cements her position as the strongest female artist of our generation
holy FUCK you guys love to hate amazing songs, don’t you?? this song is without a doubt one of my favorites and you fuckers have the NERVE
the production on this song is one of a kind and continues to prove her versatility in style on this album. any reservations you had about her from electra heart better be EVAPORATED by this point.
the melodies on this song are, besides Froot, the catchiest on the album for me. they are so well crafted and inventive, i am shaking
“hard like a rock, cold like stone, white like a diamond, black like coal, cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself when you’re not there” is such an amazing pre-chorus for this song like it could no possibly be better than that
the way the mood shifts from the verse to the chorus cut off my arms with raw blunt force
the flourish on the line “and I’ll admit all I wanna do is get drunk and silent” gave me an aneurysm
holy fucking SHIT the end of the bridge is for sure a highlight on the album. “but I’m not cursed, i’m not cursed, I was just covered in dirt” like damn marina go all the way off
the extra-dimensional high notes on this song are second to none, babes
Better Than That
“You’re just another in a long line of men she screwed” is the FUCKING WAY TO START A SONG, GIRLS. ARE YOU JOTTING THIS DOWN??
“So why’s she looking like a cat who got the cream?” ugh marina is so perfect I cannot deal with this bitch anymore
the sheer vocal talent on the chorus, like how high can this girl go? someday she’s going to rupture my eardrums and I will thank her personally
“with an angel voice, devil in disguise” the vocal production for this is perfect and successfully made me shit myself
“and she’ll network till her dreams come true, even if it means getting in a bed with you” miss marina is out for BLOOD everyone, the music industry is cowering in fear of her objective talent and lack of fucks
“i’m not passing judgment on her sexual life, I’m passing judgement on the way she always stuck her knife in my back” whoever this woman is she is getting READ for FILTH by lady diamandis and you all need to watch your backs
this song is straight out of a sappy rom-com and I am fully living for it
“but it keeps growing back like WEEDS” I am currently screaming please give me a moment
“and God knows what sex is, a way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely” marina chose sex to be a prominent theme on this album but she has shown she can handle it in the moment mature way any woman in the industry can. it’s subtle, it’s methodical, it isn’t vulgar, it’s just straight real and honest and such an important thing to discuss! this song is another aspect of how sex can be important in our lives. she better preach tbh
the aesthetics can reserved character on this song are a beautiful contrast that the album needed. filler tracks who???
full disclosure, this song blew a hole right through my body with the sheer impact of its lyrics and chorus
there are so many fucking good lyrics on this song, it’s truly baffling that anyone has a career in the music industry after this was dropped
“I’m not afraid of God, I am afraid of man” I am Screeching
the first beat of the chorus, my bodily fluids are already dripping from the ceiling and my bones are crushed into a fine powder
“underneath it all, we’re just savages hidden behind shirts, ties, and marriages” she is prophet, the chosen one, the woman who will deliver us from our mortal coils
“another day, another tale of rape, another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate” Marina is fully aware of the important problems our nation is facing at the time the album was released and even to today. she isn’t a shallow artist like the persona she created in electra heart, she has become almost the exact opposite. She is taking on these issues with a clear judgment and grace and I am so proud and appreciative of her work.
“are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior?” YES YOU BETTER ASSASSINATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS
the buildup in the last chorus to the E T H E R E A L ending is clearly the climax of modern pop music
you could play this song for me and tell me it’s a message from an angel and I would 200% believe you
the melody on this track is so fucking pristine it’s like a glacier melting in your mouth
it continues the themes of humanity from Savages but looks at a completely different issue about it. this album is cohesive, planned out, and a complete and full body of work
the moment the chorus hits with “I’m forever chasing after time” my limbs are being forcibly extended by a device of love and torture
“but if the earth ends in fire, and the seas are frozen in time, there will be just one survivor, the memory that I was yours and you were mine” ok not kidding anymore this is STRAIGHT up MOTHER fucking POETIC genius and innovation at its most concentrated and talented moment
when she says “twice” on the high note in the chorus, it’s like the most beautiful bell shattering in my ear, tbqh
THE FUCKING BRIDGE is actual art. “I just wanna be able to say the I live my life” the way she executes this melody is cold-blooded and frankly she should be charged with manslaughter for it
bottom line, Marina Diamandis released the biggest breakthrough in pop music to date in 2015 and all of you demons let it flop. if you have the nerve to call this album a failure, I have literally 0 respect for you and no one is ever going to love you
When (Jean) was a girl, I created a series of psychic barriers to isolate her powers from her concious mind. You will learn to control your powers and when you do, you’ll have nothing to fear. Let go. Unleash your power, Jean. No fear. Unleash your power! Let go, Jean. Jean, let go!
But (Diana) must never know the truth about what she is. My dear child, that is not the Godkiller. You are. Only a God can kill another God. Zeus left the child he had with the Queen of the Amazons as a weapon to use against me.
I grew up not knowing that while I liked my girl space friends,
what I really wanted was a girlfriend.
Without a space.
I always assumed I’d start liking boys
That it was perfectly normal
to really enjoy hugging my girl friends
And to some extent that was true
But there’s a point when you have to realize that what you really want
is someone who can be your girlfriend-without-a-space.
Because the space is important.
The space means a lot to some people.
For some people
losing the space means losing their families.
Or their friends
Or their home
Or their job
So they have to live with the space
And the space matters
The space is important
Because it’s the difference between someone you “love” and someone you “Love”
It’s the difference between an open bedroom door and a closed one
It’s the difference between a hug and an embrace
The space matters
The space is important
Because it isn’t just space in the figurative
It’s literal space
The space means they can’t be close
The space matters
The space is important
For some more than others
Some people are ok with the space
They’ve learned to live with it
Or they’ve lied to themselves about how much they really want it
But some people can’t stand it
To some people
The space is so important to them
That they lose their lives over it
Because they fear they will never be able to get rid of it
The space matters
The space is so important
Because it leads to other things
First, there’s the space: “girl space friend”
Then it becomes “girlfriend”
And then “fiancée”
And then “wife”
And the space shouldn’t be a big deal
Unless it’s going to go away
Because the space matters.
So, I wrote this poem back in February, when I was all angsty and single and crushing on my friend and on a poem-writing streak. I had actually completely forgotten about it until I was reading through my posting history elsewhere, and I found it again. I’m not gonna lie, I’m kind of impressed with myself.
As I was writing this, I kind of imagined it being spoken allowed, as opposed to being read, but I kind of like the idea that people can read it with their own intentions.
I’ve got like 12 followers, so it’s unlikely that people are gonna see this, but I felt like someone on here might appreciate it if they did see it.
Hi! I really liked your mafia monsta x post and was wondering if you could do something similar for got7 and bts?|||
Built this whole gang from scratch
Has this strong and scary presence around him but he’s actually an angel doesn’t like doing the dirty work himself and instead relies on his other gang members to clean up the mess
Even though he himself and his gang is well known around the city he prefers to stay in the shadows
Has a reputation of one of the fiercest mafia leaders
And the rumors are true because no one who got on his bad side, got to live to see another day
Meeting you was a complete coincidence as you happened to work in the warehouses where his gang would make deals. You were always told finish up before 9 o’clock in the evening because you might lose your job otherwise and you always obeyed this rule until that day. It took you longer to sort things out than usual and when you were about to leave it was almost 10. You went out through the front exit and were caught up in the middle of two gangs.
“Who the fuck is she?” one man asked.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything, I’m not even supposed to be here, I will never tell anyone, so please-”
“Shut up! You talk to much.” Jaebum ordered. You looked at him frightened.
“It would be better if we just kill her.” the other man spoke again.
“No.” Jaebum said approaching you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “She’s with me.”
He’s not in the gang to do business but rather for the many opportunities to steal, especially cars
If he sets his eye on something, there is 110% guarantee that he will get in 24 hours
He thinks Jackson is shady and that he’s probably going to try to steal from him so he avoids him like the plague which almost never works
Because of people like him, he doesn’t go anywhere (not even to sleep) without his trusted revolver
He’s one of the richest among the gang members and likes to show off his precious cars but there will be no hesitation to kill if you as much as touch them
You made the stupid decision of trying to steal from him. You saw his obviously expensive car parked outside one of the clubs and thought that that’s a good catch. However when you drove away with it, expecting to sell it into the black market, Mark himself showed up to buy it from you.
“That’s not very nice.” he said pointing his gun at you. “I really like this one.”
You were surprised the owner of the car found you so fast and just wanted in anticipation to see what will happen.
“But I also find your courage and skills very impressive, not many people dare steal from me, so how about you give me back my car and then I will think what to do with you.”
No one knows why he’s in the gang and how he got here
He just started hanging around and before everyone knew it he was already going on missions and making deals
Was very quick to gain everyones trust and respect
He doesn’t have a specific job at the gang as he’s pretty much good at anything
And he also annoys a lot people so they don’t want to take him with them but he shows up anywhere, anytime at the right moment
He met you when he broke into your house in the middle of the night to interrogate you. He woke you up and put his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.
“We need to discuss some things, if you behave I won’t hurt you.”
Pretending to fear for your life you just nodded but if he really thought you were afraid, that was a big mistake on his part. You knew this was going to happen someday sooner or later, so you were ready and as soon as he let go of you, you took the scissors from your night stand and stabbed him in the leg. You took off immediately after that and you have no idea how (with that kind of injury) but he managed to catch up and tackle you outside. He dragged you to the back of your apartment building and slammed you into the wall.
“Naughty girl, what did I just say about behaving? I really don’t want to hurt you but if you don’t tell me everything you know right now, I might have to take you with me.”
Doesn’t always look like it but will do anything for the gang
He’s one of the top and most respected assassins in the industry
Prefers to take out his targets silently, that’s why he’s more skilled with hand held weapons like knifes, daggers, axes and so on
Most of the time he’s very collected and calm until you make him angry or his emotions take over, then he uses anything he can find as a weapon and not a single person leaves the room alive
He has been in the business for so long that he already forgot the number of people he killed
Unfortunately it was your mission to kill him, as you were probably the only person crazy enough to try it. He noticed you even before you approached him but didn’t say anything yet. This situation was very amusing to him as there has been a long time since somebody tried to kill him. You were waiting all night to get the right opportunity when you lost track of him. You were about to go look for him when he appeared next to you.
“Looking for someone?” he asked handing you a drink. “Why do you look so shocked? Did you see a ghost or am I that sexy?”
You were still frozen in your tracks when he got closer and closer to you only to pull your gun from under your dress.
“What were you about to do with this?” he smirked pushing you down on the couch. “I think you should sit down because me and you are about to have a very serious talk.”
Specializes in making drug, weapons and other kind of deals
Deal making with him is very quick, as he doesn’t like talking with his business partners about anything else but the deal, so that if anything happens it wouldn’t be traced back to him
Even though he’s well known in the industry not many people know his real name
He’s also the best at smuggling anything in and out of the country
If the money is given to him in cash, he counts every single note as he doesn’t trust people that easily
You tried to cheat your way out of the deal by not giving him a couple of grands, thinking he wouldn’t notice but as you turned around to leave he grabbed you by the arm.
“No so fast sweetie.” he said. “Do you know what this is?” he asked you and you could feel the coldness of the metal press at your waist.
“It’s a gun.”
“Correct! And I would really hate to use it on you.” he stated snatching your bag out of your hand.
“I will take this.” he smiled taking out a bundle of banknotes out of it. “But as you tried to trick me, I can’t let you go that easily, so I think I will need something more than that.”
Any kind of location, a person, any piece of information - he has it
Is considered very valuable in this business and many gangs try to bribe him to work for them
He has no interest in helping them though and prefers to stick to one group at a time but he’s been in this gang for so long that nowadays he doesn’t even plan on leaving
Has many different methods to get the info he needs, the most infamous one of them being torture
Needless to say if he gets to use that method, you won’t be experiencing anything again. Ever.
You had no idea how it got to that. Seemingly one minute you were fighting alongside your members and now you were strapped to a chair in an unknown building. Someone pulled you up by the chin.
“I told you to look at me when I’m talking to you.” BamBam said. “Ahh such a pretty face!”
“Don’t touch me!” you told trying to smack his hand from your face.
“I think you don’t understand the situation you’re now in. You see, you don’t have many options. Or rather there is only two: you tell me everything you know and I kill you quickly or I torture the information out of you and kill you anyways.”
“How about neither, you fuck.”
“Ouch! You’re just making it worse for yourself but I admire your courage, how about, just for you, I come up with a third option.”
Was very young when he was thrown into this whole mafia world, still in some sort of training to be a pro
But unexpectedly he’s crazy good with guns, his aim is great and his precision is no joke
Because of that all the members trust him with their lives and he’s taken on missions more often than anyone else
Favourite weapons of choice - long range sniper rifles
Often trains other even older than him gang members and can often be seen practicing till dusk
He was surprised to see he missed and only shot you in the leg. As you disappeared behind a building he decided to come finish you off. When he turned the corner you were nowhere to be seen.
“What the heck, she couldn’t have gone that far off, at this point she should have lost a lot of blood.” he wondered when unexpectedly you attacked him from behind. You took your knife out trying to stab him when he rolled you over and now he was the one on top.
“Oh! I see we have a fighter. How were you even able to stand up?” he questioned you.
“Stop struggling, will you?” he told you pressing his fingers into the open leg wound. You screamed in pain and passed out. He checked your pulse.
“Good. She’s still alive. If we can get her to behave, she will make a strong ally.” he thought picking you up.
A/N: Next up is BTS!! But I still have to finish it 😂 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄
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can you do one where reader used to be a trashmouth like richie but then she got bullied really bad so she stopped talking and now she’s quiet (almost mute) but then she becomes friends w/ the losers club and gets really comfy with richie but they dont know why bc she seems shy and stuff and richies super loud and flirty w/ her and one day when they’re alone she talks for the first time with richie and they’re cute and fluffy and she opens up about how she likes him and maybe sweet kisses ahh ily
A/N→ i feel like i paced this weird fjndfjsn, i hope i got in everything u wnted also, of course; ily2.
Pairing → Richie Tozier x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)
Warnings →me putting detail into things that didn’t need that much detail again smh
You smiled wide at
whatever crude thing just came out of Richie’s mouth. You and the Losers sat
around a small mossy clearing not far into the woods. You were lying on the
grass, your legs propped up on a log, Stan and Eddie were doing their homework
in the shade, Bill had brought Georgie along, and was keeping him entertained,
and Richie was trying to start a fire, by twisting a twig between the palms of
Request: jerome smut? where he gets incredibly jealous where it gets to the point where he kills the guy right in front of you thats been flirting with you all night? and then ends with angry passionate s m u t ?
Ahh I can’t believe this is happening! We never go out on a date! I jump up and down excited and curing my hair. I slip into my tight royal blue dress and accompany it with my black pumps.
I slide down the railing of the stairs to where Jerome waits in a nice outfit. “Looking handsome my man!” I say kissing his cheek. “And you look…delicious my doll!” He growls in my ear and kisses my neck biting it lightly. “Shall we?” Jerome asks a he opens the door for us to exit.
We make one of J’s henchmen drive us to the club. We walk in and I instantly feel my body moving to the music. “Dance with me J!” I say and attempt to pull him to the floor with me.
He scoffs and pulls his arm away. “I don’t know honey. You know this.” I cross my arms and pout slightly. “Fine.” I say and go by myself.
I sway my hips and make eye contact with J every second. I feel a body press up against me and pull my hips against theirs. Obviously a male. I turn around and smirk knowing this will make J angry. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” He whispers to me; the sent of alcohol clear in his breath.
I grind up against him and smile at J. “Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you.” The man looks me up and down and immediately leads me to the bar getting me a drink.
I look over once again to the booth Jerome is at. He just sits there sipping his whiskey and watches me like a hawk. Even when someone is talking to him. He still keeps his eyes on me.
The man passes me my drink and sits down at the bar. “So you gonna tell me now baby girl?” I giggle and take a swig of my drink loving the burning sensation moving its way down my throat. “Well you see that man over there? He look familiar to you?” I point the mans line of sight to Jerome who is talking to someone.
The mans mouth opens and his eyes go wide. “J-Jerome? The Jerome?” I shrug my shoulders. “He likes to be called Joker by the ones who fear him.” “Why would you be with him?” “He shows me a good time. Really gets me going.”
The man scoffs and grabs my ass pulling me closer. “I bet I could show you a better time.” Suddenly a glass flys between us and smashes on the wall.
The giggle of my sweetheart is heard a foot away making me smile. “Oh do you? You think you can get my little doll going more then I could huh? Think you can make her scream?” Jerome asks getting into the man drunken face. “N-no sir.” He stutters.
Jerome puts his hand behind his ear in a dramatic manner. “What was that? A man who thinks he’s better then me and a fibber? Hmm looks like we got to do something about that…well then.” Jerome immediately shoot the man in the head and laughs.
Jerome puts the gun under my chin lifting my head up. “Now you. What am I going to do to you (y/n)? Punishment has got to be presented, but not here.” Jerome snaps his fingers at his henchmen. “Bring the car around back. Then walk home. We’re gonna be a while.” Jerome says and drags me out the back entrance where the car now waits.
He opens the back door. “Get in baby.” I cross my arms. “And if I don’t?” I ask. Jerome puts his hand round my throat and the gun to my head. “Then you know what will happen. Now listen to me and get in.”
I gulp scared. He’s never threatened me to that extent before. Never has he had me at gun point. I crawl in the back followed by Jerome. “Touch yourself.” He says still pointing the gun at me.
Somehow I felt a little more aroused then I should be. Still scared out of my mind, but still turned on.
I’m never allowed to touch myself. One of Jerome’s rules. I spread my legs for him to see I’m not wearing any panties. “You naughty girl.” He breathes out and runs his own hand over the bulge in his pants.
I slip my hand down to my pussy and rub a single finger up and down my slit spreading the wetness. I proceed to slip a finger inside myself and pump slowly getting a rhythm started.
I add another finger and play with my clit throwing my head back in pleasure. “Oh baby. Look at you.” Jerome laughs and rips the top half of my dress open to revile my breast.
He starts to toy with them as I bring myself closer to release. “Does that feel good doll? Do you like playing with yourself?” I moan and nod my head. “Yes. It feels so good.”
Jerome lowers he head and removes my fingers from my pussy replacing them with his own. He sucks on my clit knowing how sensitive I am there.
I grab his hair and tug at it. “Ah Jerome!” I throw my head back. “Turn around. Hands and knees love.”
I do as he says and I feel the tip of him running up and down my soaked slit. “What do you want baby?” “I want you to fuck me Jerome.” He giggles and slides in roughly.
He doesn’t waste time. He pounds into my as hard as he can bringing me close to the edge. “Who’s are you? Hm? Scream it!” “Yours Jerome!” I moan out.
Jerome pulls my hair back and thrust into me at an angle where I’m ready to cum. “YOURS! IM YOURS!” I scream as we both cum.
Jerome brushes my hair out if my face and kisses my cheek. “That’s right baby.” He says into my ear.
Hey, hey cuties. This little series is LGBTQ related magic, as a queer witch, I see a lack of magic specific to my community. So with the lovely group of folks I’ve had to advise me, I have managed to come up with quite a few things, as well as feature some work of other folks! Many of the topics in my little series here were requested. So before you go give me shit about what it is, it was requested, and your girl here always honors those requests!
So let’s get started.
This week’s request was “To appear more masculine” as a request from a transguy, so this is focused on that particular request! So here we go!
JAR SPELL – from me ( @witchy-woman )
sea salt - for protection basil - for protection, dispels confusion, fear & weakness. black pepper - for courage geranium - for overcoming negative thoughts & attitudes, lifting spirits, protection & happiness. holly - said to heighten masculinity cedar - confidence & strength pine - new beginnings, resilience, growth & repelling negativity
Focus your intent for each and every layer, say your intent out loud (even over and over) if it helps! Meditate and focus your whole purpose for the jar, cork and seal it(I have a simple tutorial how to do so here). Don’t forget to stick it in the moonlight to charge it if you feel like it needs a kick!
Mom: I’m thinking that it would be alot easier for you if you were with people more like you
Sana: I can manage having Norwegian friends and be myself at the same time!
ok but can we talk about this for a second?? sana insisting she can be herself with norwegian non-muslim friends. but… we haven’t seen that? we’ve literally seen sana get misunderstood countless times and brushed over by her friends in the last four days alone. yes she can be herself in the sense that she’ll usually speak her mind but her being with those girls at the moment, no matter their history, is draining her right now and she is sacrificing her emotional wellbeing. sana’s mother telling her that it would be easier for her to be around people like her was so… sad tbh. sana’s mother must notice how out of place sana can feel, being invited to things/go to parties when its time for her to pray, her friends putting her in the position where she doesn’t want to say no for fear that she’ll just… lose them? it feels like sana’s reply is defensive and it makes me believe she’s not at that point yet where she can verbally tell the girls what they’re doing is shitty and im :/
sana loves those girls so damn much and listen, i dont doubt they love her too. but right now that’s not enough, right now they aren’t seeing what they’re doing and its impact on sana and that is going to blow up in everyone’s faces real soon.
Kylo: I feel some compassion for the scavenger girl…..But, Not enough to stop my crusade for order-
Rey: I’m intensely lonely and ostracized by the uncle you hate.
Rey: I’m one of the last force users in the galaxy. There is no one else who can understand my plight.
Rey: I have anger issues that stem from how the world has wronged me.
Rey: My family abandoned me into hellish slavery because they feared the inmate abilities I was born with.
Kylo: Yeah, Snoke, I’m sorry but this whole ‘constant misery and pressure as Master of the Knights of where the hell even are they Ren’ isn’t doing wonders for me. I’m going to go hang out with the scavenger girl who has similarities to my own emotions and parallels to the grandfather whom I adore and idolize.
Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 2)
I am sorry for not having this sooner please forgive me senpai
Young! Reader x Father ! Klaus
Young! Reader x Uncle!Kol
It had been a week since the incident with the Kidnapping . So far every one is slightly shaken up that something like that can happen to their dear hope. Or well every one would if Kol would forget about the person who was actually tortured like everyone else did to Y/N .
She hadn’t really spoken much since the incident . But her screams in the night , showed her true emotions .
But it seemed like tonight was not one of those nights thankfully. Kol didn’t know how much longer he could stay calm , her leg was healing nicely. Well nicely enough when your ankle is fraktured
The originals tried to give her blood but every time she would pretend to drink it or just not enough to heal her completly.
But she was healing as her family tended to Hope’s crying. Kol watches at (y/n( , whom gasps as her sister nearly falls on the steps but doesn’t move from her seat . “Hello darling How are you ,” he says walking up to her. “I am fine uncle Kol , how are you ?” He could tell she was trying to be happy but her smile didn’t reach her eyes or heart.
“Come on love you can’t be sad forever . I am sure your parents were al–”
“Already taking care of Hope and tending her needs . Its fine Uncle Kol , they were just to busy doing other things . they couldn’t focus on me and Hope. I am just glad You we’re there for me when I needed you ” she then gave Kol a hug making him smile for the little girls sake , but he knew deep down its was going to take more than a hug to comfort the young child .
“ hey get dressed Aunty Davina wanted to give you a check up ” he says, making a smile whip onto the small girls face as she goes to prepare with her crutches in hand to support her body.
“So do you intend to steal away my daughter every time something happens to her ,” scowled Klaus.
“I told you already Niklaus . it isn’t stealing if she want to Come with me . It’s not like.your trying to.do you job when it comes to taking care. Of her .” kol says. “I am taking her to the cauldron to see Davina wanted to check on her leg . ” he continues.
“Do you intend to take her to some outsider , when Freya is hear with more magic and knowledge,” he says, as his anger rises.“Thou Davina isn’t as powerful Freya. She is more around and loving to her”
” Is that so brother then tell me who is the person that helps wrap (Y/n( bandages when Hayley isn’t around , or when Y/n needs help reaching her courtches.“
"Y/n wouldn’t even need crouthes if you even batted an eye at the girl. You fear they will both push you away when they grow up. But they have nothing to push away if you don’t care for the both of them ,” Kol says walking up to Klaus . Both of them were so angry they didn’t notice that Y/n walking into the room.
“ If its such a problem that I go out with Uncle Kol then I won’t go. No need to fight over anyone . ” she said then makes her way back to her room leaving the two grown men alone .
“Oh its you,” she said walking into the room . “Must be horrible being a human . You know only to live ,survive only to be killed ” she says.
“What do you want Hope” Y/n says holding on to her sketch book. “What can’t I just come and check on my twin” she Scowls at the word .
“I mean after all I need to be a bigger person here,"she pushes off Y/n’s crutches from the bed and snatches her sketch book from her .
"Hey what the fuck,” Y/n said as Hope sits down and Klaus comes to the room. Klaus gasps at Y/n words.
“So you expect to go out with Kol ,with that kind of language ,” he yells walking up the the human child as tears brim Hope’s eyes .
"You and I are going to talk about this ,“ he said walking away with the fake crying Hope from the room . Y/n glares at her twins walking form and sighs knowing that they won’t believe her story .
I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but nothing is working. "Little brat” I say noticing that my sketches were all torn out . I place the now empty sketch book on the bed side table .
I was about to try and pick up my crutches when Uncle Elijah and Klaus walks into the room and locks the door. "Y/n please tell me what your father heard you say isn’t true ?“ Uncle Elijah asks.
Uncle Elijah was always there for me when Uncle Kol wasn’t around or in this families case awake or alive. I could tell he wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt but he knew I would be lying to him .
"Hello Y/n I believe your Uncle asked you ”
“Yes Uncle Elijah I did curse at Hope ,” I said cutting off ‘my father ’ if I can even call him that . He is more like the sperm donor who didn’t leave the baby mama. Yeah that’s it.
“And what was this reason you attacked your sister,”
“Its not an attack all I said was 'what the fuck’ is exactly like say ’ what the heck’,” I say staring dead at them.
“Are you sure that is all you said ,” said Klaus
“Are you sure you have sensitive hearing cause you sure don’t act like it ,” I cross my arms , making Klaus huff in anger . “Y/n you are not allowed to go read or practice magic . When you go to school . You go and come right back . Nor are you allowed to meet Davina at all or go to Marcellus ,”
I felt like my was heart being stabbed repeatedly . “ wha- are – Fine ,” I say knowing that arguing with the two of them is useless. Everything I loved to do and take it.
Yet if it was Hope they would let her off with a warning . I release a sigh as they walk out the room with not another word . Yes I know what I did was wrong –
My thoughts were interupted when I notice Uncle Kol walk into the room . “Hi Uncle Coco ,” I say as he picks up my crutches from the ground and leans them on my bed side tables. “I heard what happened ,”
“Not like you wouldn’t someone would off told you eventually,” I say , my sounded sad and defeated but its not like my voice should be for from it cause of everything .
“It wasn’t such a nice thing you said to Hope . ” he sits down onto my bed . I look down to my F/c bed sheets . “If you heard what she said you would think what I said would be angelic ,” I say leaning on my head board .
“And what would that be darling ,”
“She said my purpose in life is to grow only to killed only to be killed .” the feeling of wanting to cry engulfed me . My own sister wanted me dead . and doesn’t even think off me as a person.
“My sisters thinks I am made to die . Maybe those people who has kidnapped me should of killed me , or better yet ” I didn’t notice tears were coming out my eyes until Uncle Kol pulled me into his arms. Thou I am with him I feel alone .
* Maybe I should kill me self* I thought as he rubs my back. *But I can let Uncle Kol know my plan * I thought hugging him back. “ Are you OK little bird ” he said putting his chin on my head. I wipe my tears and snuggle into his chest . “Yeah I am fine ” I said knowing I won’t be able to bother anyone any more .
Everyone please note that these types of requests are aimed for very specific people and of course not everyone has this type of body type. My aim in making these reactions are to create fun and fictional writings that are able to entertain fellow ARMYS.
This reaction is not definite.
BTS will love you no matter your body type & skin colour.
Thank you for requesting~
this boy and his damn tendency to touch other people’s butts… Jungkook would definitely love your body type. But dating this boy would mean being prepared for all the butt touching and slapping, he wouldn’t really show his love for your body in public though.
Taehyung would be slightly low-key turned on by your body, of course he would try to hide this at first as a way to show you some respect but when you two were close enough he would just be constantly complimenting you. This boy would develop a praising kink just for you.
Jimin would slowly come to learn to love it. Curvy and tan body types aren’t as often seen in Korea and so you had definitely caught his eye the moment you walked into the room, Jimin admired you not only for your beautiful body type but also the confidence that you bring with you.
Even after dating for a while, Jimin would have grown a tendency to just unconsciously stare when you walked past him.
Namjoon would love not only your body but the air of confidence that you bring about it, he loved that you referred to your own body as “beautifully curvy” because he knew it was just as true as you had said it to be. Namjoon would be the type to constantly kiss you compliments just to reassure himself that you never had a day in which you feel uncomfortable with the way your body looked.
Hoseok is a mix of all the boys in one body, he can be both extremely fluffy or smutty when it comes to your body. When he feels like it, he would playfully comment on how good you look in a certain outfit with his tongue stuck out and other times he just feels like laying in the couch and pecking every inch of your body.
High-key turned on as fuck. And honestly, Yoongi wouldn’t even try to hide it.
He loved your body and didn’t care to hide it. He’d compliment you out of the blue on some days, even in public. Roam his hands around your body as a comforting habit and lick his lips when he watched you change from outfit to outfit when you both go shopping.
I’m going to be completely honest, Seokjin would definitely not be used to itat first. Jin was raised with traditional Korean standards, this means that most of the girls that are viewed as beautiful there are thinner and have more petite body types (this is not fact). But don’t fear, Jin is a total sweetheart and a “personality over looks” type of guy, when he falls in love with you, falling in love with your body will just automatically be included when dating.
Hi could u write a Draco x reader where the reader is shy and keeps to herself. Draco always watches her and makes sure no one bother her. - Anon
H/H: Hogwarts house
L/N: Last Name
You were a shy but smart H/H. You kept to yourself, and only spoke when spoken to, but only by a professor or someone close to you. People liked to tease you, sure. But it lessened when a certain Slytherin named Draco Malfoy stepped in.
Whenever someone stopped you in a corridor, knocked over the stack of books you were holding, or shouted at you intentionally, Draco seemed to always be there. He would yell at them, and if they said anything back he would whip out his wand and point it at their throats. Once they left, he would pick up your books for you and ask you if you were alright.
You would quickly nod and then continue walking, head down. You didn’t know why Draco was so nice to you, but he had saved you from embarrassment multiple times. Each day you told yourself you were going to thank him, but at the end of each day you said to yourself: Tomorrow.
One day as you were walking outside to the Quidditch Pitch to attend a Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff game, you were stopped by a girl in your house who had a reputation of being a jerk to other girls who weren’t at her so-called “standard.”
“L/N!” she called, two of her friends walking up behind her. You looked up hesitantly. “What’s going on between you and that Malfoy boy? It’s obvious you’ve taken a liking to him. You know, the way you blush the color of a tomato when he’s around. Well, I’ve got news for you. He doesn’t love you. Never has, never wi–”
“What’s going on here, ladies?” a voice said from behind you. You turned around, and there was Draco. He walked up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Oh–uh–we were just telling Y/N here how lovely her outfit is,” the girl replied, fear evident in her voice. She faked a smile.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I heard you telling Y/N that I don’t love her.”
The girl’s eyes widened, and her friends took a few steps back. “Well, I, uh–you see–”
“I’ve heard enough. Now be on your way. And if I ever see you speaking like that to Y/N again there will be consequences.”
All three girls nodded scaredly and rushed away.
“Are you okay?” Draco asked.
You nodded. Draco was used to this being your only response, and he began to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist. “Why are you so nice to me?” you asked.
He looked at you a bit surprised. “Nobody deserves to be treated that way. I’ve been there, and it doesn’t feel good. Plus, I like you. You’re different. A good different.”
You blushed. “Th-thanks… for everything you’ve ever helped me with.”
He smiled. “Anytime.”
“Well–uh–I suppose I should get to the game now…,” you said quietly.
Draco held out a hand to you. “How would you like to be my date?”
You smiled and blushed even more. “I’d love to.”
At the Quidditch game, Draco had you by his side the entire time, and even gave you his scarf to wear because you forgot yours. It was January after all, so everyone was bundled up in warm coats and scarves, and the couples were snuggled close. You talked to Draco more than anyone you’d ever had at Hogwarts. You enjoyed each other’s company, and once the game was over, he invited you to go to Hogsmeade with him over the weekend. You gladly accepted, and went back to your dorm room happy as ever.
Part 2? Idk. Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!