he's in america living my dreams

nct 127 for beginners
  • TAEIL: actual voice of an angel. gets slept on a lot for literally no reason. will make you soft and have momentary realizations that he is perfect. last name is moon bUT SHINES LIKE THE SUN. deserves all the recognition.
  • JOHNNY: explained to chen, xiumin, and leeteuk what a daddy kink is during an interview and we haven't forgiven him since. thinks his parrot impression is good. is most definitely dating ten. chicago or something.
  • TAEYONG: the guy in the middle who isn't mark. never translate any of his lines because then you'll probably feel a little ,,, flustered. is not good with words. has a beautiful scar under his eye. a certified softy.
  • YUTA: the entire world has a fixation on the fact that he's a scorpio, and i don't blame them. the guy with the arms. really mature looking in my opinion. is apparently more korean than taeil is, according to taeil.
  • DOYOUNG: LEADER OF THE NCT DREAM DEFENSE SQUAD. also incredibly underrated with the voice of an angel. i'm worried for his scalp. vroom vroom show. lowkey has a bigger passion for being an MC.
  • JAEHYUN: he lived in america for four years. that's why he's here. fluent in english but he acts like he's not. dimples that'll drive you crazy. arms that'll also drive you crazy. great voice, great dancer. all-kill.
  • WINWIN: real name sicheng, so don't get confused. only trained for a year when he debuted. trained in chinese dance and does all the cool choreography tricks. struggles with korean, but he's trying his best. soft and beautiful.
  • MARK: NEEDS A BREAK. stretched too thin. in literally every unit that NCT has debuted so far. he's going to go far. he's the popular one who isn't taeyong. canadian and proud. called himself a "foreign swagger" once and thought it was cool.
  • HAECHAN: donghyuck! precious angel! bronze skin! kissed by the sun! "bouncy voice" as he says. precious maknae with a savage side. deserves all the love and praise. mark's best friend. m countdown my first and last 20170302 2:45.
How Hetalia characters wake up

Japan: what a peaceful day, I hope today that I can relax and maybe take a nice bath and there’s someone in my house again….why is it always me?

Germany: *wakes up at 5am and goes for a power run*

Italy: Maybe if I just pretend I don’t exist…he won’t wake me up…

Russia: *snaps eyes open* oh, what a nice dream of taking over the world…

France: wait, who’s bed am I in?

China: *also wakes up at 5am* ugh, these stupid young people always wake up so late! They are wasting the whole day that they could use to be working!

England: *opens eyes, winces at light* what’s the point in living?


Romano: God I hate everything, everyone just needs to shut the fuck up, the world needs to shut the fuck up, the sun needs to fuck off, and whoever keeps making that fucking noise I’ll kill them…

Spain: *wakes up at like 3 in the afternoon* oh, I woke up early today…

Canada: *Lays awake staring at the ceiling, contemplating* sleep. Pancakes. Sleep. Pancakes. Sleep……but pancakes though…

SF9 Fansign Foreign Fanaccount

I don’t know if this is something anyone would be interested in, but I recently returned from visiting Korea where I entered one of SF9′s fansign events. If you’re curious to know how they interacted with me as a foreign fan, I’ll explain below. I tried to condense as much as possible, but it’s lengthy. Also, if you have any questions, you can ask me (:

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my 10 year old brother recently told me about a dream he had in which Donald Trump had decided to build “the wall” around our house (which was 3x larger in his dream), so every single person living in Mexico had to come live with us… It wasn’t a very good idea on Trump’s part since my family lives in America, but I guess Dream Donald can do what he wants

Abel wanted a traditional marriage with a traditional wife. For a long time I wondered why he ever married a woman like my mom in the first place, as she was the opposite of that in every way. If he wanted a woman to bow to him, there were plenty of girls back in Tzaneen being raised solely for that purpose. The way my mother always explained it, the traditional man wants a woman to be subservient, but he never falls in love with subservient women. He’s attracted to independent women. ‘He’s like an exotic bird collector,’ she said. 'He only wants a woman who is free because his dream is to put her in a cage.’
—  Trevor Noah, Born a Crime

Joseph: My name is 🛥👱🏻⚓️Joseph Christiansen⛪️I love❤️❤️❤️👨‍👧‍👦my family and caring for ☀️my four👦🏼👧🏼beautiful children☀️and the ✝️✝️✝️LORD✝️✝️✝️👆🏻He👆🏻 lifts us with his big 🔥💪🏻strong arms💪🏻🔥 We live in the🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅United States of America🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸the most blessed land of 🕊Christ our Lord 🙌🏻🙌🏻🌟God Bless America🌟🙌🏻🙌🏻

Captain America 76th Anniversary Celebration Post

The very first Captain America comic has a release date of March 1941, so in order to celebrate the 76th Anniversary of our beloved Steven Grant Rogers, I have asked Tumblr users to submit their favorite Cap comic panels, art, quotes, pictures, meta, gifs, and/or write-ups on what Captain America means to them. And here is what Cap’s fans have to say… (please feel free to reblog and add your own favorite Steve Rogers moments, etc. to this post).

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Wildest Dreams 5/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: (USUK) Arthur is about to make his debut into English society, but his father fears he has become too rowdy to contain. Desperate to avoid a scandal before the debut of his only Omega son he arranges for him to travel to America. Arthur is to live at a newly wealthy house where removed from society he can’t possibly get into trouble.

Song Inspiration(Arthur POV): Wildest Dreams

Warnings: Fic is rated R ; traditional omegaverse with strict rules that are dub-con but never for USUK

A/N: WELL the slow turtle wins the race right?? I guess see you in another 6 months?…why am I like this

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Thanks to the growing threat of nuclear war between the United States and North Korea, I’ll finally get to live my Fallout-inspired dream of fending off hammer-wielding psychos in the irradiated wastelands of America by day and struggling to wrap my head around the existential horror of being a walking remnant of humanity’s mistakes by night. Hooray!

At least, that’s the sense we’d all have if we were only paying attention to the surface-level of Trump’s blustery, tough-guy dick-waggling contest with North Korea’s Kim Jong-un (who is clearly living out some weird Tom Hanks Big scenario). North Korea has a long history of saying they’re going to nuke whoever looks at them funny as they throw their annual temper tantrum. But it’s not often that an American president responds by brandishing the jagged edges of a beer bottle he’s broken over his head.

Trump is a showman. You think dropping the biggest non-nuclear bomb the U.S. military has ever created was intended to cripple ISIS? Remember, this is the same who guy wanted his inauguration parade to include tanks and missile launchers to show the world America’s military might. You know, like totally stable countries like North Korea and Russia do all the time. Living Jeff Dunham puppet Mike Pence dared to stare down North Korea because he “thought it was important that people on the other side of the DMZ see our resolve in my face.”

It was an act dreamed up by the kind of people whose dicks chub when they watch Patton.

Why Our Beef With North Korea Is Mostly Theatrics

Lily Evans was nervous.

Holy hell, she was nervous.

Her palms were sweating. Her hands were shaking so badly that when she’d tried to apply her favourite red lipstick this morning, she hadn’t been able to manage it.

It was time.

Finally, after two years of blood, sweat and tears she was here. At her very own photography/art exhibition in London, watching the throngs of people wander past, chattering excitedly.

Lily could only hope that their excitement was about her work and not about what they were going to do as soon as they managed to leave.

Spotting a critic she knew in the crowd, Lily straightened and tried to look like a professional.

Head up, Lily told herself, repeating the advice Marlene had given her in their rushed and panicked- at least on Lily’s part- call that morning. Chin up and smile. Imagine them naked.

Lily scanned the crowd again, and almost dropped the purse she held in her hand at the sight of a BOY.

She’d seen boys before, of course. She wasn’t blind, or a nun, but this boy was…

Well, he was gorgeous. Gorgeous brown hair that was messy in just the right way, lopsided glasses, lips that practically screamed kiss me… Lily itched for her sketchbook and some pencils.

That boy would make the best drawing.

She tried to contain her smirk as she imagined what Marlene would say- “Now, Lily, there’s somebody you could definitely imagine naked.”

Suddenly, Lily’s heart started to beat a thousand times a minute because hey, the boy was walking straight towards her, looking like he’d just waltzed out of a magazine shoot, grinning like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Well, he didn’t really need to know, because she’d been staring at him far longer than was socially acceptable.

Crap, Lily thought, and wondered if Marlene would think it was unprofessional to jump under the table and hide until her show was over.

Then she shook her head. No.

She wasn’t some silly schoolgirl- she was Lily Evans, and this was her show, she was a professional artist, and she looked incredibly hot in her black dress.

“This show is beautiful,” the boy said, coming to stand next to her by a large shot of three people on a sofa, a woman, a man, and a small girl in a patterned dress. The man’s arm was curved around nothing, but he didn’t appear to have noticed- he was simply smiling at the camera like everything was normal.

“I mean,” he continued. “The artist is obviously so talented…”

He smirked at her, eyes glittering, and Lily tried to ignore the way her heart fluttered in her chest because crap, he was hot.

“Is that so?” Lily wasn’t stupid. She was well aware her name was on the front entrance along with her picture, but it still didn’t hurt to be complimented. Even if this boy was obviously only doing it to get into her pants. “Well, I’m sure the artist would be pleased.”

His voice dropped the flirty tone as he leant forwards- Lily leant backwards automatically, only to realise that he was actually looking at the picture behind her, the one of the family on the couch.

"What inspired this?” He asked, genuine interest in his tone.

Hmm. Lily reconsidered the whole ‘he’s only complimenting me to get into my pants’ thing.

He didn’t look like your typical art fanatic… but then again, people were rarely like what they looked like.

"I left my family when I was eleven to study at an art school,” Lily explained. At his questioning look, she elaborated. “In America. My parents live in Oxford.”

He grinned. “The City of Dreaming Spires! I went to uni there. It’s a magical place.”

How exactly, Lily wondered, had she managed to end up talking to easily the hottest guy in the room about where she used to live, of all things?

She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

"Anyway, that must have sucked. But art school obviously worked, because hey.” He gestured around the room at the photographs and art on the walls. “You’re here. And this is all wonderful. You’re clearly very talented.”

Lily felt heat creep into her face, and wished that she wasn’t a redhead. Her skin was so pale that any flush was obvious instantly.

"I’m James, by the way,” the boy said, holding out a hand for her to shake. His hands were soft, and Lily felt electric tingles shoot up her spine as they touched. “James Potter. And you’re Lily Evans, I presume?”

"Yes,” Lily answered, smiling. “The one and only.”

God, that was cheesy, but James didn’t appear to mind, because he laughed and pushed his glasses up his nose. Lily spotted freckles as he did so, and mentally grinned.

Was there anything cuter than freckles?

"I have to go,” James said, sighing in regret. “Lunch with an old friend. But I hope to see you around, Lily Evans.”

He grinned at her and left, his hand sweeping over the small table beside the painting as he walked in a move that would have seemed casual had he not winked as he did so.

Lily spotted a piece of paper where his hand had been, and picked it up, unfolding it (how many times had the boy folded it?). On it were the words: James Potter, along with a telephone number and a scrawled message:


Lily laughed out loud and then clapped a hand over her mouth as the sound rang through the exhibit. Several people glared, and she had to hide her smile as she looked down at the paper again.

Well. She hadn’t been expecting this when she’d woken up that morning.

Think Before you Speak!

I was sent a prompt by the lovely @mairenyaf as follows:

‘I have a prompt (even tho you’re not asking for any I just really want you to write this cause I love your writing) established relationship au where they do a joint live show because Phil has laryngitis so he texts Dan all he wants to say so Dan reads it to the audience and Phil sends Dan some sappy message and Dan reads it without noticing so that’s how they come out, very fluffy and a kiss at end of the live show so i can live my dreams through fiction (you can add all you’d like Ily).’

I truly hope you like this, my lovely. I did my best with the prompt. Enjoy!

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orenjineki  asked:

I would like to read some lighter yandere to lift my spirits. Which compromises does the s/o of 1!PAmerica have to make to live as peaceful as possible under the circumstances? (Like marry them, kids, physical contact)

Marrying him was the first thing to do for (s/o), you can say the most possible safe way to go.Now that she is with Alfred, there won’t be no outburst of yandere or hurting people she loved.This was good for both of them but mostly for him, he found this nice and great, like the American dream.Married with the women of your life, next thing, how about having some children running around the house that’ll be great.This will give (s/o) the idea as Alfred took her to shop clothes he will look at the baby clothes.Not taking his eyes of the area as (s/o) slowly look at his direction making her blush, she knew what he was referencing.She thought marriage was enough but she thought having kids is a bigger step. “W-we can take it slowly and pr-rogress from there…..”,(s/o) looked at a blouse as she blushed, catching Alfred’s attention.He stares in disbelief but he listens more. “If you want to…”,(s/o) turn red as she hid her face with her hair.Alfred smiled childishly as he wrapped his strong hands around her waist as he kissed her neck sweetly.  “You know I will love that”, Alfred smiled as (s/o) nodded. “I know”, (s/o) spoke as she felt him rub her tummy. “If it’s a boy I’ll teach him how to play ball!”,Alfred was getting excited by it but (s/o) sound a bit too rushed. “What if it’s a girl?”,(s/o) knew she burst his bubble as he thought. “Then I’ll teach her ball too!Boy, girl, I’ll love them!”, Alfred nuzzled his face into her shoulder as (s/o) smiled and sighed. ‘He’s still the same.’

Francisco Morazán in the Extra History art style

Francisco Morazán was both a political and military leader of Federal Republic of Central America. He is regarded as one of the greatest presidents of Honduras (and Central America)

Morazán is often referred to as “The Simón Bolívar of Central America” because he dreamed of a united Central America, a powerful nation that would be as powerful as the United States. He, like Bolívar, did not live to see his dream become a reality.

Ok, ok I gotta share this dream I had with my fellow Team Skull fans...

So, apparently in this dream Team Skull had taken over and if you tried to talk shit about them or fight them you’d be sent straight to the headquarters to be killed. But, mind you, this headquarters was not the mansion. It was a giant fucking factory ass looking building that was the stuff of nightmares. Well, anyway, there was this party going on that Team Skull was hosting to let other people “be happy” for a while.

I was at this party with some friends and I guess I got pretty mad at the whole Team Skull ruling the country thing because I just flipped the fuck out and was like “why the fuck to do we have to be bossed around by these shit heads!?” Well, all these Team Skull guys heard me and got all mad. So, they told Guzma about what I said and I was ordered to be killed. I was given this little card that told me I had to enter the factory to be murdered by the boss himself. So, I was walking the trail of shame and death and all my friends were sobbing for me while Team Skull members guided me to my inescapable doom. 

When I finally reached the factory looking base I was let in by Wicke (who for some reason was part of Team Skull in this dream???) She told me the boss would see me in a few moments.

After waiting for a few these huge ass doors finally opened and out came Mr. Grub Master himself. Guzma looked totally the same despite now owning the entirety of America. He was all cocky and shit and was all “right this way, ma’am.” With this stupid fucking grin. So, I got all pouty and walked into the room.

“How are you gonna kill me?” I asked in this quiet voice. Guzma was quiet and he just kinda looked away and pulled up a seat for me at this table. He then told me I was going to undergo tickle torture for 20 minutes and then I’d be electrocuted. So, of course I was pretty fucking gloomy. “Why aren’t you doing it then?” I asked. Guzma kept looking away when I asked about my death so I kept asking until he finally stopped me and put my arm (for some reason???) in this machine. 

The machine was supposed to tickle, but in the dream it only hurt so I started yelling in pain and Guzma immediately shut it off and took my arm out. He sat back down with me at this table and then just kinda… put his head in his hands with tears in his eyes. 

He then told me, I shit you not, “I can’t kill you. I’m not going to. I haven’t killed anybody. I just… send them away to other countries to live better lives because America was going to shit.” SO APPARENTLY GUZMA OVERTHREW THE GOVERNMENT TO SAVE PEOPLE BUT THEN IT GETS MORE ODD. I started comforting him because he apparently hated being seen as the grim reaper and all. So, I showed him my 3ds for some fucking reason and I was like “you’re the background on my 3ds.”

Well he was just tickled by this so he took out his 3ds and made a picture of me his background and we sat and talked and then out of the blue started making out at this fucking table.

And that’s the story of how Guzma overthrew the American government because he wanted to save people and also how Guzma made out with me.


It was interesting.

my roommate caught be sobbing hard core in the living room. I am crying so hard rn. Like, this dude on America’s got talent got x’d off but he was such a sweet ol dude and you could tell he was really enjoying what he did and he hugged tyra and honestly I am just so happy for people following their dreams awuh you go old dude in a dress

I’m pretending the real ending to the Night at the Musueum trilogy is that Ahk comes back to the natural history museum in a few years, saying “It was nice to visit my parents for a while, but it was time I came home.” He brings with him Tilly (who gets to live the dream of being a ninja sword owning security guard in America) and Lancelot (who’s now Ahk’s dedicated personal bodyguard). The body of the real Kahmunrah is found and acquired, and it turns out that he’s just as sassy and sarcastic as the version they encountered at the Smithsonian but not evil at all. Jed finally figures out that Octavius is more than just his best friend and yet very little changes in their dynamic besides the occasional PDA because things between them were already perfect to begin with. (“Lancelot who? The only hypnotic blue eyes I see here are yours.” “Shut up and kiss me, ya sap.”) Larry teaches history at a near-by high school and leads some kind of after school club that frequently takes visits to museums in the evenings. All his students think he’s the coolest teacher ever because he knows how to make learning actually fun and entertaining. Ahkmenrah still visits his parents every few years but always returns to his real family. Everyone lives, everyone’s happy, everyone’s together. THE END. Cut to credits.


Now that I think about it, I didn’t post about this here yet, but…

Konomi Takeshi, aka Konomi-sensei, aka the creator of Prince of Tennis, aka the guy whose manga I’ve been obsessed with for like half my life

…replied to me on Twitter last weekend ヽ( ̄▽ ̄)ノ

There was a big Jump SQ ad in Shinjuku Station, and he posted a pic of himself posing in front of the Tenipuri panels in it, and invited his followers on Twitter to take pics of themselves posing the same way and send them to him. And I happened to be in Tokyo last weekend for the SUNPLUS event, so I went and found the ad and got my picture taken with it (there were like eight other Tenipuri fans all gathered around doing the same thing, it was wonderful) and tweeted at him, and…ヽ(;▽;)ノ

He only replied to 25 people or so before saying he had to go back to work! I was one of the last ones ;; But what’s even better is that in his reply he said “even someone from America…!!” but…I didn’t say I was from America in my tweet to him…which means he clicked through to my profile LMAO I didn’t have enough characters to mention Yamabuki in my tweet (hence the Yamabuki bear pic, lol) but I hope he noticed my extreme love for them anyway XD (He also mentioned Tenimyu, which I didn’t, though that could also be because I have Dream Live in my display name…)

Anyway, what a good guy. Thank you, Konomi-sensei!!!


Genre: 50s!AU; Fluff; Humor; Angst

Pairing: Greaser!S. Coups x Black Reader

Warnings:  Racial Identity Issues; Racism; *disclaimer* This should go without saying, but keep in mind that this is based on how things were in the 50s.  It reflects the general notions of race and social norms from the 50s.  Some still hold true today, but I honestly doubt anyone in Seungcheol’s immediate family would be blatantly racist.  

Author’s Note: I said I wasn’t gonna write anymore Greaser!S. Coups anytime soon and yet here we are.  Also, “Candy Man” is at 100 notes!  Yay!

     “So, explain how you ended up bringin’ that Chinese boy to the Juke,” Denise playfully demanded, leaning over the convenience store counter. “He’s not Chinese.  He’s Korean,” _____ absentmindedly replied as she flipped through a magazine. “Whatever he is, he sure as hell can’t dance to save his life,” her friend laughed.  _____ rolled her eyes and closed the magazine before placing it back in the rack.  “He can’t dance just because he can’t dance; not because he’s Asian.  And if you must know, we met on the bus.  He helped me with my groceries and walked me home.”  

     “Like all the way home?,” her friend inquired.  “Well…’til about a block away from home, which was close enough.”  “Yeah, close enough for your mama not to catch you with some Chinese boy dressed like a hoodlum,” Denise snorted as she started restocking the candy on the counter.  _____ gave her a dirty look and she raised her hands in a defensive position.  “My fault.  I meant Korean.”

     S. Coups smiled to himself, twirling the rose between his fingers as he walked down the street.  “So, now that the kids are gone, are you gonna tell me what happened with that black chick?,” Wonwoo asked nonchalantly.  “Nothing happened!,” the raven-haired boy laughed in response.  “Then what’s got you smiling like an idiot?”

     He paused for a minute, biting his bottom lip.  “She’s amazing, Man,” he all but gushed.  “So, something did happen!  She was that good of a shag?”  “What?  No, we didn’t…We didn’t have sex.”  “So what the hell did you do?”  “We went dancing.”  The younger male looked at him incredulously.  “You?  Dancing?”

     “He really got you sprung, huh?,” Denise smiled, resting her chin on her hand.  “Well, I wouldn’t say sprung…”  “I would.  I ain’t seen you this happy since your mama let you stop getting perms,” she laughed.  “He’s just really really…sweet,” she grinned, glancing down at the lollipops next to the register.

     “Hey, Denise, gimme two of them candy pops right there.”

     “Sounds pretty damn nifty,” Wonwoo smiled, sitting down on his stoop.  S. Coups leaned against the railing and nodded.  “It was.”  

     The two watched as a Korean couple a little older than them walked by holding hands, and S. Coups couldn’t help but smile a little wider at the thought of being like that one day.  Wonwoo frowned a bit, noticing the dreamy look in his friend’s eyes.  

     “You know it won’t be that easy, right?”

     “Yeah…I know,” he replied, plucking a thorn off the rose.

     Wind chimes could be heard over the soft hum of the radio as the convenience store’s door opened.  “Hello.  How can I help….you?,” Denise trailed off as she looked up to see Seungcheol standing at the front of the store.  “Hi…I’m looking for _____,” he said hesitantly, recognizing Denise as one of her friends from the party.  “She’s uh…She’s in the back room.  She’ll be out in a second,” she replied, still a little surprised that he ventured out to their neighborhood. 

     “You’ll be around, huh?,” _____ mocked, one eyebrow slightly raised as she came from the back room carrying more magazines.  He smiled at her and shrugged as she placed the books on the counter.  “I happened to be in the neighborhood.”  “Considering most people avoid this neighborhood, I find that hard to believe,” she joked, walking over to him.  

     “Alright, so maybe I just wanted to see you,” he admitted with another crooked smile, handing her the flower.  “Maybe?,” she asked.  “Alright, so I definitely wanted to see you,” he corrected himself with a light laugh.

     “Thank you, Seungcheol.  It’s beautiful,” she admired the rose.  “Not as beautiful as you.”  Denise rolled her eyes behind them, pretending not to listen as she counted her till. 

     “Oh, I got you something, too,” _____ beamed, pulling a lollipop out of her pocket.  He chuckled and took it from her.  “Sweet.”  “Not as sweet as you,” she cooed, placing her hand on his cheek.  

     “Well, you’re both about to give me a cavity.  Could y’all take this little love connection somewhere else?,” Denise teased, shutting the cash register.    

     “Sorry about my friend, Denise. She don’t mean no harm,” _____ spoke quietly as the two of them walked down the block. “She’s funny.  Reminds me of my friend, Mingyu.  Hopefully you’ll be able to meet him and the others soon.”

     She gave him an unsure look and he reached down and grabbed her hand.  “They’ll like you; I’m sure of it,” he assured her.   As he looked down at their joined hands, he thought of the couple he saw earlier that day and smiled.

     “What’s got you grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat?,” she giggled.  He laughed and shook his head.  “Nothin’ in particular.  Being with you just makes me happy, that’s all.”

     Before she could reply, she heard murmuring from across the street.  Looking over, she noticed two black women whispering to each other while staring.  “Oh, no,” she sighed.  “What’s wrong?”  “Nothing.  It’s just one of my mama’s co-workers over there mindin’ our business.”  

     He quickly let go of her hand.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to get you into any trouble.”  “You didn’t,” she smiled genuinely, intertwining her fingers with his again.  “Let ‘em stare and whisper all they want.  I’m sure my mama would’ve found out eventually anyway.”

     S. Coups thought for a moment before speaking.  “Hey, wanna get out of here?”  “And go where?”  “My side of town.”  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…,” _____ trailed off.  “Nobody’s gonna fuck with us.  Trust me.  You do trust me, right?”

     She indulged in the nervous habit of chewing her bottom lip before nodding with an equally nervous smile.

     “Just a little bit further,” S. Coups grinned, gently tugging her along.  They passed another group of trees before coming to a clearing.  _____ took note of how beautiful it was.  Flowers of every color, lush grass as far as the eye could see, a small pond of sparkling blue water- she had never seen anything so pure. 

     “This place is amazing!  How did you find it?,” she asked once they sat down.  “I didn’t.  My father did like twenty-something years ago.  Used to bring my mother here back when they were dating.”  “How romantic,” she smiled, looking over the landscape.  “What can I say?  I learned from the best,” he smirked, causing her to roll her eyes.  

     He laid back and rested his head on his arms as he continued to speak.  “My parents would just lay here, looking at the clouds and talking for hours.”  “About what kinda stuff, if you don’t mind me asking?,” she inquired, gently running her fingers through his hair.  After about the third time, she felt grease accumulate on her fingers and decided to stop.  

     “Wait, why’d you stop?,” he asked in an almost offended tone, clearly disappointed.  “I just remembered that you dunk your head in a vat of Crisco everyday,” she laughed, showing him her hand.  “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”  He pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to her before letting his hand rest on the ground.  Wiping her fingers off, she urged him to continue.  “Back to your parents.”

     “Right…..They just talked about everything, I guess.  My pops said they talked a lot about living the American dream.  Y’know, nice house, nice car, white picket fence.  An apartment, a hoopdie, and a barbed wire fence is what they ended up with, though,” he laughed humorlessly as he stared at the sky.  

     Laying down beside him, she supported her head with one arm and said, “America seems more like a nightmare than a dream to me.”  “I’m sure I can understand why.”  “What do you think of it here?”  “Personally?  It sucks…But I figure my parents came here for a reason and decided to stay for a reason…So it must be better than whatever they left behind.”  

     He felt her hand slide into his and smiled, looking over at her.  After a few seconds of him admiring her as she watched the clouds drift by, she finally turned to meet his eyes.  Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

     _____ slid into her house and closed the door as quietly as possible before tip-toeing through the corridor.  “_____!”

     “Shit…,” she mumbled to herself.  “Yes, Mama?”

     “Come in here.  I need to speak with you.”

     She walked into the living room and sat down in front of her mother, waiting for her to initiate the conversation.  “What’s this I hear about you runnin’ round town with one of them little Asian hoodlum boys?”  “He’s my friend, Mama.”  “Your friend?  What kind of friend?”  “Just…a friend.”     

     S. Coups walked into his room, only to find his father waiting for him.  He sighed a bit, knowing a lecture was the only possible reason for him to be there.

     “Seungcheol, we must talk.  Now.”  S. Coups simply nodded and sat down on his bed.  “What’s this I hear about you bringing one of those colored girls around here?”  “She’s my friend.”  “Your friend?  What kind of friend?”  “Just a friend.  I don’t know what else you want me to say, Dad,” S. Coups answered, avoiding eye contact.  “I want you to tell me why you’re bringing your colored friend into our neighborhood.  You’re just asking for trouble,” Mr. Choi said, voice raising slightly.  

     S. Coups finally looked up at his father with a blank expression.  “Why do you call her colored?”  “Because she is.”  “Then what are we?”  His father remained quiet for a moment.  

     “What are we, Dad?  We definitely aren’t white, no matter how much you want us to be, so what are we?,” he asked in an almost harsh tone, though he kept in mind that he was still talking to his father.  

     Mr. Choi stood up from the desk chair and said, “We are trying to get by…and I don’t want you making that any harder than it needs to be,” before leaving the room.

     S. Coups felt his left leg bouncing in agitation as his father closed the door.  Reaching over to pull open his desk drawer, his eyes locked on a single cigarette.

     After what felt like hours of contemplation, he closed the drawer before reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out the lollipop he’d gotten from _____ earlier that day, and unwrapping it with shaky hands.   

anonymous asked:

any fics with taekook as a side couple? main couple doesn't matter, also, what are the admins otps aside from vkook? ~(⁰▿⁰)~

Yesyes okay, hi annoniee~~ ((I’m back from the dead yo)) Also, my other otps are Taegi and Yoonminsoek I might cry ;;__;; {and vmin but like who doesn’t ship vmin tbh}

Nothing Personal (I’ve hit an all time low)  You may be a smartass literature teacher but you sure as hell are really oblivious to these very obvious wooing attempts our coworkers are trying au

(This is a fluff and crack fic which is seriously my fav!!! {Namjin main})

Boys who Talk Shit™ When Yoongi enrolled in BTS (aka Boys who Talk Shit) Boarding School, he wasn’t really expecting to be the only ‘straight’ (to be read sarcastically) guy in a room of seven geniuses (aka children aged five to ten, honestly). Plus four pet spiders. Yes, plural.

(The main ship is Yoonmin but it is overflowing with Taekook content ngl)

First Kick Drum, Second Snare Drum  Namjoon is Taehyung’s adoptive father, and spends so long worrying about Taehyung that he forgets how to worry about himself.

(I HAV E SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS FIC {da main ship is Namjin btw})

Galaxy S♡ “We all have those memories that don’t end even when everything is over. Some call that critical error. Others call it human existence.”

(Main Seokmin. Android au. Angst. I cry)

Cocoa Puffs  Somewhere between fake basketball matches and even faker marriages, Park Jimin learns that camp is for fun, and summer is for butterflies.

(Main Yoonmin.)

Watchers of the Eternal Flame Jimin goes to Rio de Janeiro to live his passion. He leaves Rio de Janeiro having found his dream.

(Main Seokmin. This is so well written. Pls when will Mindheist notice me and my love,, I am ready to elope.)

Cupcakes of Forgiveness Jimin’s roommate likes to have loud, obnoxious, raunchy sex. So he camps out on the neighbor’s couch.

(I laugh. Main Yoonmin.)

An Aperture in Fine Balance Fake Marriage AU in which Yoongi is an up and coming rapper whose fame had blown up in Korea, traveled throughout Asia and has now landed him in the States. Meanwhile, Jimin is in America to study photography and find success in this land of freedom. Except for one problem. His school’s policy for financial aid requires him to be either over the age of 24, have a child, or be married.Considering the fact that he’s only 21 and can’t have a kid, Jimin is left with the last option.That’s where Yoongi comes in the picture.

Chasing Smoke Into Wings In which Jimin is of the rare human species and his future doctor instincts would not allow his conscience to overlook the scent of smoke that clings to the Very Attractive Barista at that café near campus.

(QUality content right here mmm. Main Yoonmin.)

I hope you have fun with these anonnie!!!

♡ Admin N(ezzie)