i have to go to work in an hour but ill be back in 4

anonymous asked:

What are the symptoms of ADHD besides hyperactivity? All I've been exposed to is stereotypes of what it's like to have ADHD and I want to learn more!

well here’s what it’s like for me

  • feeling like you need to Do Shit All The Time
  • like, literally every second
  • if you aren’t stimulated for even a second you’re incredibly bored
  • boredom is literally painful
  • it’s worse than death
  • worse than e v e r y t h i n g
  • feelin that sweet Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria™ any time you get teased or insulted
  • when you’re listening to music you always tune it out eventually
  • not picking up on social cues At All
  • actually, what are social cues?
  • can’t regulate attention
  • not interesting = not worth paying attention to
  • hyperfocus for hours
  • “wAIT ITS 4 PM WHAT THE F U C K”
  • did i forget to eat again
  • The Thoughts go from point a to point g in less than one (1) fuckin sentence
  • *someone says a thing* what *person repeats thing* what *person repeats thing again and you still don’t hear them but dont ask what again in case they think ur weird*
  • or, alternatively
  • *someone says a thing* what *person starts to repeat said thing; you reply less than a second after they start*
  • using subtitles all the time so you don’t have to go back twenty times to determine What The Fuck someone said
  • “sorry i tuned you out for that entire sentence can you repeat that”
  • needing e x t r e m e l y s p e c i f i c d i r e c t i o n s
  • EXTREMELY POOR VOLUME CONTROL TBH
  • tfw that thing u were working on falls apart and u cant redo it bc u already did it and that would be boring
  • long blocks of text are Extremely Hard to Read
  • ur fuckin brain works 12 times as fast as everyone elses. for every ADHD person it’s somethin different. for me it’s puns. ill choke on my own laughter at a pun an Entire Second before anyone else even gets it
  • RAMBLING
  • The Leg Bounce™
  • Disassociation
  • that ADHD feel when you
  • ^^ that one is a True Marker of an ADHD person. only ADHD people understand.
Attention people who don’t have horses:

Sorry to break in with this on a very much Sherlock-only kind of blog- I promise not to make a regular thing of this, but this is something that’s happened TWICE now. 

This is Beyli. He’s a two-month old foal and he’s adorable. He belongs to a friend of the family. 

So adorable, in fact, that a member of the public spent a nice afternoon feeding him. You feed the ducks and that’s ok. right? It’s a nice thing to do. 

They fed him turnip. He choked and gave himself a stomachache as a result.

The problem is that horses can’t really burp and horses can’t vomit. Their digestive systems are fine-tuned and when they go wrong, they go really wrong. Colic in horses is difficult to treat and in Beyli’s case, like many others, proved to be insurmountable. With pain medicine not working, after 4 hours of doing their best with no improvement, the vet called time on his suffering rather than let him go on to a very slow and painful end. 

A horse needlessly suffered and died because someone fed him the wrong thing. They weren’t necessarily malicious, they were just hugely ignorant. And worse, they were hugely entitled. There were already signs asking people not to feed the animals. As I said, this has now happened TWICE to the same family, and they’re by no means alone. 

PLEASE Don’t feed horses that don’t belong to you. 

Horses can have disorders, diabetes, allergies and dietry requirements and you have NO IDEA if what you’re giving them is acceptable or not. Even ‘safe’ things like carrot and apple could be ‘wrong’ for this particular horse. Grass clippings? Not okay. Grain? Not okay for a horse that hasn’t been regularly eating it. 

Don’t assume. i have seen walkers pull up random plants and offer them over the fence INCLUDING TOXIC, DEADLY weeds like ragwort. I’ve seen horses offered dog-biscuits and bread. I’ve heard of horses being regularly fed by strangers thinking they were being under-fed, when the horse in question was on a vet-given diet to control weight and other conditions. 

Don’t feed horses that don’t belong to you even little treats and things like sugar cubes because it gives them bad manners. They start biting and harassing people. It’s bad for their teeth and too much sugar is terrible for them.

In some places if the owner has liability insurance, if you can be identified, YOU will be legally responsible for the vet’s bills. And if you’re thinking ‘well, they’d never identify me’, then that’s besides the point. 

Please. You wouldn’t feed someone’s dog without asking, I hope. You definitely wouldn’t feed someone else’s child. 

TL;DR: Don’t feed other people’s horses. You can make them SERIOUSLY ill. Treat animals in fields like animals at the zoo: you’re welcome to look, but don’t meddle with their care. 

PLEASE DON’T FEED OTHER PEOPLE’S HORSES. 

🔑✨ Hoe/Self Care Tips & Tricks ✨🔑

|| all of these tips, are my tried and trues’ , although they may not work the same for you so tweak some details to your liking ||

✨ these are more pampering tips , that you’re welcome to do everyday because queens do what they want ✨

✅ i wrote this at 3Am so please bare with me through all the terrible grammar and spelling mistakes ✅

•DRINK PLENTY OF WATER•

😊 F A C E 😊

1.) Cleanse your skin with your favorite cleanser, use a electric face brush if available.

🐝 ( I use the H2O+ Dual Action Exfoliating Cleanser , & A Clarisonic. TJ Maxx has some cheaper alternatives!)

2.) Apply a toner.

🐝 ( Thayer’s Original Witch Hazel with Aloe Vera is sooo bomb)

\ apply face mask of choice and rinse when time is up. Tone Again.//

3.) •optional• Rub an Oxy Pad on any active breakouts.

4.) Spray Rose Water all over your face and neck.

🐝 ( TJ Maxx has the pearl essence Rose Water for around $6 us dollars )

5.) Apply Aloe Vera gel!

🐝( If you don’t have a aloe vera plant 🌱 around you , make sure when you buy Aloe Vera from the store that its clear, 100% av, and Alcohol Free.)

6.) Apply Facial Oils of your choosing + make sure you get your neck and chest!

🐝 ( I use tree tree oil and Palmers Skin Therapy Oil Face, HOLY GRAILS😩)

7.) finally apply your moisturizer,

🐝 ( usually during the day I’ll just spray more rose water , and at night I’ll apply the first aid beauty moisturizer VERY generously )

👅 B O D Y 👅:

// Scrubs : ORGANIC VIRGIN Coconut Oil + Organic Brown Sugar 🔑 ,

🐝( great all over body scrub, makes your legs super silky)

Lemon Juice + Honey + Turmeric + Organic Brown Sugar •optional• Almond Oil

🐝 ( WORKS LIKE A DREAM at lightening inner thighs and underarms over time , leave on for 20 minutes!)

Aloe Vera + Palmers Skin Therapy Oil Body + Organic Brown Sugar

🐝 ( I use this to get rid of in-grown hairs a couple days after shaving!) //

• adding a cup of apple cider vinegar to a shallow bath , enough to go right above your 🌺, balances your PH •

1.) Use a Scrub and exfoliate every inch of your body , avoiding your 🌺 you DO NOT wanna get sugar near her ladies.

2.) Rinse, and Use Aloe Vera to shave , EVERYWHERE . I haven’t had a bad reaction but please be careful 🤷🏽‍♀️

3.) Use A Body Brush with your FAVE body wash and scrub some more !

🐝 ( Dial Skin Therapy Replenishing body wash , Himalayan Pink Salt is 🔑🔑👅 )

4.) Get your hair wet with LUKEWARM water and condition your hair,

🐝 ( I don’t shampoo my hair, like ever , but if you do go ahead and add that to this step 😊 )

4.2) Rinse, Turn off the water and Apply A Hair Mask.

🐝 ( Any Shea Moisture masks are 💗😩)

5.) Now is time to take care of your 🌺
• you have already cleaned her up, just using water and your hands.
• now apply aloe , coconut oil or olive oil {if your gonna be having sex after this STEER clear of the oils they disintegrate condoms , be safe ladies } and proceed to shave SIDEWAYS not up or down {trust me} to help prevent ingrown hairs.

🐝 ( I love mens razors to shave , but BIC has some great 5 blade razors that work awesome too .)

6.) turn the water back on and rinse the mask out of your hair and rinse your 🌺 once more, making sure you got a clean, stubble free , shave.

7.) • if you need to , take a SEPARATE razor and shave your legs , arms , underarms ect. •

8.) After you get out the shower , apply olive or coconut oil and Aloe to your 🌺 & the rest of your body while you’re still damp use a THICK moisturizer to lock all that in {again not on your 🌺, scented things can throw u wayy off } + any body oils you have .

🐝( I LIVE for the Palmers skin therapy oil for your body 💗 and the OGX extra creamy coconut miracle lotion is perfect and smells like a tropical DREAM )

9.) Slather lotion and oil all over your feet and put some thick socks on, for BABY SOFT feet in a couple hours!

💇🏽 H A I R 💇🏽:

I don’t really have a list for hair care but I’ll give you a quick run down:

Apply coconut oil and aloe all throughout your hair and have someone braid it for you before you go to bed + afterwards put your bonnet on if u wear one.

You’ll wake up with silky soft hair & if you have curls {like yours truly } the braids will tame them some, but if you want them back like I always do, just spray them with some plain water.

good as new ❤️

… ill add more when i think of more 💗💗

Pyramid Scheme scammer ends up paying in the end!

(very long story)

About 6 or 7 years ago, I was trying to enlist into the military. I ended up not joining but that’s a story for another time. At this point, I was led to believe I was about 4 months away from leaving for Boot camp. I was running out of savings, and needing a part time job for some spending cash while I waited around.

So I did what any enterprising 20something would do, and searched craigslist for jobs. I normally hate sales jobs, especially those based on commissions, but figured it would be a great way to earn some extra cash short term. Found a few job listings that looked promising, and put out some applications. A few days later I received a call from David. He was opening up a new store and needed associates. He liked my resume and asked if I’d be available for an interview on Friday morning. I was very up front with him, and let him know that the distance was a bit more than I’d normally drive for a retail job, and asked what he was offering for an hourly rate, to see if it was worth the drive. He told me that they were planning on offering an hourly rate in the mid teens, along with commission. Seemed like an ok deal, so I agreed to be there Friday at 8am.

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Part 6 of my Studyblr University Orientation Week

I see a lot of people on studyblr talking about dealing with stress and anxiety over grades and perfectionism, but not a lot of discussion of being mentally ill and in university/college. So if you’re looking for stress reduction stuff, this post is not for you. This is for my mentally ill peeps. 

I just want to preface this with a little disclaimer. This is based on my own experience. I have depression, anxiety, ADD and OCD. I don’t know everything. I still have a lot of trouble coping, particularly with the last two as they were only recently diagnosed. This is just meant to be a few useful tips that might help a little bit. 

  • Go see a therapist. Even if you think you’re doing okay, it’s still good to have that support system there if you need it. Your therapist can also give you coping mechanisms that are tailored to your specific needs. They may also suggest you go on medication or refer you to a doctor who can prescribe it. 

  • If you are taking medication, set a reminder on your phone so that you take it at the same time every day. 

  • Set about sixteen alarms in the morning, starting half an hour before you want to wake up and spread about five to ten minutes apart. If you’re anything like me and have a lot of trouble getting to sleep, you probably have a lot of trouble getting up in the morning. This technique is a lifesaver. Also change up the alarm ~once a month. I find that my body gets used to it after a while and I just sleep right through it. 

  • Register with your school’s disability services. Yes, your mental illness is a disability. They’ll be able to help with accommodations (this could be anything from extra time on exams to extensions on your assignments). 

  • If you think that you might be handing in a paper late because depression is kicking your ass, message your professor at least a week in advance. If you tell them two days before, they’re not going to care. And if you end up not needing the extension, that’s okay. It’s better for it to be there if you need it. 

  • Headphones. Everywhere. People are stupid and loud and it’s overwhelming as fuck. Wear them right up until the prof starts lecturing. Do NOT wear them during the lecture though, your prof will hate you - though you may be able to discuss it with your prof the first week. idk, maybe you have cool profs who get it. 

  • Make a friend in your class that you can get notes from in case you can’t get out of bed. I mean this is good for anyone in case of illness in general, but yeah. Depression. Woohoo. 

  • It’s okay if you need to take a lighter course load because of your mental health. Loads of people do it. 

  • Related: It’s okay if you take 5+ years to complete your degree. You’ll get there. 

  • AD(H)D friends who stim: That’s super great and you totally should. But please do not leg bounce when you’re at a desk that has all the chairs connected to it. You will shake everybody’s seat and distract them. I get the urge to leg bounce (fuck, I’m leg bouncing rn) but please try a different stim if you could. Or bounce gently. Just no earthquakes (no joke, I literally thought it was an earthquake once and was super confused why no one else was panicking. i learned nothing that day, I was so distracted). 

  • Fidget toys are the best things ever and you can use them in lecture (provided they don’t make too much noise because your prof might yell at you for that). 

  • Bathrooms are your new best friend for panic attacks. Hide in a stall and take a few deep breaths to calm down. There’s a lot less noise there and you’re less likely to be disturbed than if you go to a stairwell. 

  • Breathe in for 5, hold for 5, out for 7. 

  • 5-4-3-2-1: Find five things in the room that are blue. Four things that are yellow. Three that are pink. Two that are purple. One that is green. You can substitute this with any colours you like. You can also do ones like “think of five things that start with f (and so on)” or “five tv shows that you like, four books, etc.” if you’re somewhere without a lot of colours (or in your handy bathroom stall). Repeat with new criteria or new answers until calm. 

  • If you’ve been crying and don’t want people to know: grab some paper towels, run some cold water on them. Wipe your eyes with them. Pat your cheeks with them. It makes less of a mess than splashing your face will and I find that it helps me a lot more. 

  • Schedule the shit out of your life. You won’t forget important meetings or things like eating dinner (whoops). 

  • Make sure that you give yourself plenty of breaks during the day. Gotta conserve that energy, yo. 

  • Find out when the library’s quietest and grab your books then. Same deal with the bookstore at the beginning of the year and buying your books. Please, the bookstore is scary when it’s busy. Save yourself. 

  • Frozen dinners are cheap, easy to make, and require next to no energy. Same with cereal, ramen, and most pasta. And egg sandwiches (two eggs, hot sauce, and mayonnaise. Best thing ever.). 

  • Great questions to ask the people who sit next to you in class: What’s your name (preface this with “Hi, I’m *blank*”)? What are you studying? Where are you from? How are you liking the class? 

  • If you’re having trouble getting started, try for ten minutes. You may find that it’s easy to keep going after that. Or maybe you’ll need to stop but at least you’ll have gotten ten minutes of work in. 

  • You’re doing great. This is a really hard thing that you’re doing right now, but you’ve got it. 

dancing-thru-clouds  asked:

I would like for you to tell stupid tourist stories? Your story-telling style is very engaging.

First of all, thank you very much!

Since flattery will get you pretty much anywhere, allow me to tell you The Tale Of Jar-Jar.

The First year my family moved to Colorado, my family decided to take the annual summer camping trip to Yellowstone, now that we were on the right side of the rockies for it.  So we pile into the car with all my mom’s immortal camping gear from the 70′s (srsly, I still have the Colemann stove and cooler.  They work perfect)  and Cody,The Gentleman Shepherd.  

Due to Wyoming looking mostly like the ugly parts of Mad Max, we got onto the wrong highway and arrived after dark.  Cody waited patiently in the backseat rather than set up in the rain.  Gentlemanly.

The next morning, Mom is doing something miraculous with the Colemann and there is a breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon.  The sun is shining.  The birds are singing.  All is serene and beautiful. 

Then the people in the next site pull up.   They arrive in a Brand-spanking new Ford Pickup towing a trailer that looks like it was salvaged of a 50′s atomic test field.  The Husband emerges first and…

I don’t like judging people based on appearance but Man, when a dude walks out of a pickup wearing a confederate flag hat, and half of a mullet one tends to make assumptions.  

The eldest child came out next, a boy of about 12, with a rat-tail.
Followed by his brother, a boy of about 10, with a rat-tail
Followed by his brother, a boy of about 8, with a rat-tail.
Followed by his brother, a boy of about 6, with a rat-tail.
Followed by his brother, a boy of about 4, with a rat-tail.

The wife finally emerges, looking like death warmed over and carrying a boy of about two, with a rat-tail.  It is unclear if she has poor posture or if she is pregnant again.  The Boys capable of standing all immediately do so at the border of our site, staring covetously at my bacon.

Finally, with a loud plop and wheezing noise, comes thier dog, for a given value of dog.  Pugs are not terribly healthy-looking creatures at the best of times, but this poor thing looked like the canine equivalent of a Hapsburg.  One eye was so bulged as to be permanently wall-eyed, and his jaw jutted out in front of him at a distressingly kapakahi angle. 

“C’mere Jar-Jar!” hollers the Husband.

“Good God.” muttered my father.

The adults proved over the course of the next hour to be loathsome creatures- Husband was constant’y screaming at the boys the “fuckin’ get me the thing, you little-”  then getting mad when asked for clarification on ‘which thing?’.  The Wife was a non-stop stream of complaint- the sun is too hot, the shade is too cold, the tent is too far, the birds are too loud, and everything is awful, I’m going to complain to the ranger.  Eventually they got their camp set up, and Husband cracked his first beer of the day as we finished locking the bear box and leaving to hike.  It was about 10 AM.

We return some hours later to a very animated discussion between Wife and the Camp Supervisor about “I have rights you know!” vs. “Ma’am, we are under an extreme fire danger warning, and Fireworks have been banned in the park for ages.”  Jar-Jar, eager to avoid any outbursts, has scuttled under our bear box, wheezing in agitation.  Cody, ever gallant, positions himself between Jar-Jar and his mistress, doing his best impression of a Real Shepherd Who Isn’t Scared of Mice and Snowflakes.  Husband is unseen, but there are several beer cans in the fire grate.

That evening’s campfire, normally a time to listen to nocturnal wildlife and the Quiet noises of wild places, is instead a time to listen to drunken racist jokes, a sobbing toddler and Husband screeching “SAY AI WANNIT” whilst dangling scraps in front of jar-jar, until the dog stood on his legs and danced, garbling “Ai-Wa-War”  in a voice that sounded less like a bark and more like late-stage emphysema, before collapsing on what looked like sore joints.

Late that night, my parents discuss packing up and looking for a site in Teton down the road over the sounds of half-assed drunken sex.

The boys, in spite of their parents, are well mannered, intelligent and engaging to talk to, and seem content to frolic in the woods around the site, examining rocks and plants and the occasional insect.  Dad has a nice time telling them about the Yellowstone supervolcano whilst their parents have vanished to parts unknown.  Jar-jar remains off-lead and un-collared the entire time, huffing and puffing as he tries to keep up.  Still, five boys is perhaps too much attention for an elderly pug, and the too-hard petting and pulling of ears and tail and suchlike is tolerated with an exasperated whine and vacations under our bear-box. 

The second night, Husband was furious about something, cursing up a storm and throwing things and generally having a tantrum.  The eldest boy said something to him and he bore down on him, hand raised and screaming something about ‘useless pieces of shit.”
-When they were interrupted by my mother stepping into their site, all four feet eleven inches of ill-contained fury, staring him down.

“I was wondering.”  She said, eyes not moving from him. “If I could borrow some matches.”
“Ours got wet.” Dad added, immediately behind her, less as support than restraint.

I remember how ghastly quiet the woods got for a moment there, watching the scene unfold from behind Cody, the only sounds the campfire and crickets.

“Uh, yeah.  Matches.”  The Wife muttered, and it was enough to get Husband to back down.

“You have lovely children.”  Dad continued.  “Very smart, very polite.”
“You must be so blessed.” My mother adds, only slightly spitting the word.

My parents take the matches and talk a bit longer but I couldn’t hear.  Husband gave up, flopping down in his chair, but not before giving Jar-Jar a kick.

The next morning, as my family was packing up to head down to Teton instead, The Eldest boy approached us, concerned.

“Sir?”  he asked dad.  “Have you seen jar-jar?”

We hadn’t actually, his gravely groveling notably absent that morning at breakfast.  My sister and I went on a search with the boys through the camp, but to no avail.  We did find Wife, complaining to the campground host that there were too many wild animals around.  In the National Park.  Saddened and trying to give the boys some hope that perhaps jar-Jar had not been eaten by the coyotes, we left.

On the way out the main gate, we ended up behind a Buick with Florida plates, driven by a couple well into their octogenarian period, at about seven miles per hour.  As they stopped at the checkout gate, clearly asking for directions, a dog climbed up to sit in the back window.  A fat, lop-sided, wall-eyed little Pug, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

And that’s the story of how Jar-jar escaped the Hell family to Florida.

ultimate-drama-queen  asked:

Hi. I love your blog and all the little headcannons (canon?) you do. I also noticed you're amazing for writing little stories for people who are having a tough time. Would it be too much to ask if I could have one? I'm suffering from a bout of depression/insomnia and I'm running on about 4 hours sleep in about 3 days. What do you think of Derek or Stiles getting insomnia from all the stuff they've seen and the other just cuddling them through it? Trying to stay awake so they're not alone?

Hey, sweetheart. The depression/insomnia combo is horrible. I don’t know if it will work for you but earlier this year I stumbled upon ASMR videos. I know some people find them weird but they really helped me when it came to getting to sleep. In the mean time, I hope this little fic does something to help. 

Stiles thought being able to sleep after the Nogitsune had been the universe’s way of balancing out the good and bad in his life: get possessed by a psychotic Japanese fox but sleep like a baby every night after. As it turned out, being able to sleep after a spirit uses your body to murder a bunch of people came down to the fact Stiles hadn’t had a break since finding Laura Hale’s body that night in the woods.   

He believed joining the academy would be a fresh start, and in many ways it was. He just didn’t count on the fact that now he didn’t have pure evil trying to kill him at every waking moment that his brain would finally find time to process it. Stiles had always been a fan of ignoring his problems until they eventually, just, go away; watching his friends die, looking down at his own body and knowing it wasn’t really his but the cardboard cutout left behind by the Nogitsune, the memory of watching Derek almost -

He assumed - stupidly - that he had been successful in that particular endeavour. As long as he had his pillow, he was fine. You’re going to be fine. That was what the faceless people of the internet said. Stiles didn’t think “fine” was ever going to be an option for him but he guessed hope was a nice sentiment. 

“Insomnia,” Scott said, repeating the word back to him. Stiles could practically hear the concern, loud and clear, ringing through the phone. It instantly made him feel worse. Heaving a sigh, he scrubbed a tired hand down his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have called.  

“Yes, insomnia.”

Scott was quiet for several seconds.  “Do you have your pillow?” he asked. 

“Yes,” Stiles answered. He was currently clutching it to his chest, sprawled out on his bedroom floor. It was 3am, the floor was hard, and if he didn’t get some sleep soon he was going to start crying; the kind of crying he hadn’t done since he was a kid and his mom took ill. 

“What about drugs?” Scott suggested. “I could ask my mom-”

“No drugs, Scott.”

“But-”

I said no drugs, Scott.” 

The line went quiet again and Stiles felt his eyes begin to sting. This was a mistake.

“Sorry, man, I have to go.” 

He hung up before Scott could respond, deciding he could feel guilty about it later.

~

At the academy, he was on auto-pilot. Luckily, Stiles had come up with some of his best plans during the last four years on little-to-no sleep, so it wasn’t overly obvious to his fellow agents-in-training that he needed several cups on coffee just to get through the day.

It was obvious to someone though. Someone who clearly thought it was their sworn duty to haul Stiles over their shoulder in the middle of his third run to the coffee shop that day and deposit him in the back of their car. 

Stiles wanted to protest - he should protest, call for help, maybe? - but he had had his eyes closed when the stranger grabbed him, had been drooling on a statue, leaning against it for moral support, as he had waited for his order.

Plus, the stranger’s arms felt nice. 

In the back of his mind, Stiles couldn’t decide if thinking a stranger’s arms felt nice during a potential kidnapping - fuck, please don’t let it be a supernatural kidnapping - was because of his sleep deprived state or if that was just the way he was wired now. 

It was only when a door opened and a familiar pair of eyebrows slid into the driver’s seat did Stiles begin to laugh. Hysterically. 

“Of course,” he said, shaking his head and pressing his lips against the cool leather interior. Familiar hands strapped him into the his seat. “Of course it’s you, big guy.”

Derek just gave a slight huff and muttered something Stiles couldn’t hear, but it sounded an awful lot like, yeah, I missed you, too. 

Stiles laughed again. It was crazy, what your mind came up with when it wasn’t functioning properly. 

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Peter Parker - Its Not An Internship

this was not requested but i loved writing it, it is a peter parker x stark! reader imagine!! i hope you enjoy it and there will be a definite part two!!

part 2

requests are open:))

Originally posted by parkrpeters

i smiled as i heard the door chime ring. the usual nerdy boy who usually sported science puns on his clothing walked in. his friend was quick behind him trying to speak quietly but it obviously wasn’t working out for him.

“peter this is amazing, we have to tell everyone” the friend of the brown hair’d boy attempted to whisper but it was loud enough for me to hear. his hands were flailing in the air excitedly while peter just looked annoyed.

“ned shut up!” peter snapped at his friend ned. he looked back at him he sent a glare his way as they both pulled out their books from their bag.

“okay the teacher was making no sense tod-” peters friend began rambling on and on about something but my eyes were focused on him, the way his eyes scanned through the text, the way his smile starts at the far corners of his mouth.

i was starring from the counter pretending to be at the cash register but no one was paying. someone bumped my hip, i looked up to see my co-worker olivia nod her head toward the table. i blushed while grabbing a note pad and a pen.

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Reasons Herbs May Not Work

It breaks my heart when I see people give up on herbs too easily.

More and more people are turning to herbs because there is a growing disappointment with using pharmaceuticals for chronic illness.

Many people are getting fed up with taking a pill that never really cures their illness and gives them awful side effects. Maybe they are concerned about acetaminophen giving their young child asthma (1) or they see the growing evidence about the risks associated with statins (2) and they say enough is enough!

From this moment forward they vow to never resort to drugs again and instead try a more natural and holistic approach thus leading them to the world of herbs and herbalism.

But sometimes their love affair with herbalism is stopped short.

They reach for the closest herb book, try a few remedies and then declare that the herbs don’t work! They tried using horehound for coughing with no relief. They tried meadowsweet for their headache to no avail.

They begin to wonder, “Are herbalists a bunch of delusional wood fairies touting the miracles of something that never works?”

As much as I would love to be considered a wood fairy, I’ll have to say no, this is not the case. I’ve seen herbs work hundreds of times. I’ve seen them work for serious infections as well as serious chronic diseases. I’ve seen them work when modern medicine failed.

Yes, herbs work!

I want to share a handful of reasons why herbs might not work in a given situation.

1. Improper dosing (either too little or too much)

When buying over the counter drugs like NyQuil or Tylenol, they come in a package that is clearly marked with the dosage instructions. Generally these are very simple instructions. “Adults take 2 tablets, three times daily.”

Herbs don’t always come with directions. If you buy bulk herbs the dosing instructions are absent entirely. If you buy a tincture or a bottle of capsules the dosage listed on the bottle has most likely been chosen by the FDA’s labeling mandates and not by an herbalist.  

I am not going to lie to you. Dosage in the herbal world is confusing.

In herbalism dosage varies from person to person, from plant to plant and from preparation to preparation.

A 15 minute infusion of a teaspoon of nettle leaf will not extract the same vitamins and minerals as a four-hour infusion of an ounce of nettle leaf in a quart of water.

A few drops of lobelia tincture can promote relaxation. A strong cup of lobelia tea could make you vomit.

One way I commonly see dosages being flubbed in herbalism is people using small amounts of tonic/adaptogen herbs in tincture, versus the traditional use of large amount of tonic/adaptogen herbs as decoctions or powders. (As always go with what works, but if you aren’t getting the results you’d expect after taking 5 drops of ashwanganda tincture twice a day, consider your dose!)

Frequency of dosing can also be an issue. During acute illnesses we generally use slightly smaller amounts but with more frequency. I may take elderberry elixir 1-2 times each hour at the onset of an illness for example. General recommendations are to take herbs 3 times a day, but that won’t cut it for acute illness.

2. Low quality plant material

Herbs often don’t come with an expiration date. Quality can also vary significantly and will suffer greatly if the herbs have been improperly harvested or improperly processed.

Plants decay. They simply go bad. The rate at which they do this varies significantly from plant to plant. If you’ve just pulled a bag of herbs from your back shelf and had to blow off an inch of dust… well, they are probably not at their prime.

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.12]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, smut (blowjob)

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jk: why couldn’t we have the same off block?

you: idk jungkook

you: now stop texting me while i’m in class i don’t wanna get in trouble

You locked your phone and slid it back underneath the binder on your desk. Jungkook was being a real pain in the ass today and you had no idea why. He’d been texting you nonstop all day. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy talking to him, because you did, it’s just that you didn’t want to fail your classes. You really needed to pay attention to pass them and Jungkook texting you every second wasn’t conducive to you passing them in the slightest.

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anonymous asked:

hello sweets!! I was wondering if you've done apartment!au for bts??? It's a bit much so can you just do maknae line for now?? Pretty please with a 🍒 on top,?☺️ thank u~

Jimin

  • sweet boy with a sweet smile and a sweet personality and wow did i mention the word sweet???
  • he’s a little clueless to his popularity in the neighborhood like sometimes he’ll find notes stuck to his apartment door from some of the highschoolers that live in the building and they’re like love confessions like “jimin,,,,,,i like you so much!! let’s walk down the flower road together xoxo ~ secret admirer from the 9th floor”
  • and jimin is like “my neighbors are so nice to me, look at this note namjoon” and namjoon is like “,,,,,,,,,i don’t think this is ‘nice neighbors’ i think this person has a crush on you” and jimin is like oN me??? why would they have a crush on me 0000:
  • everyone in a 10 mile radius: because you’re the cutest boy in the world what kind of question is that
  • and jimin loves bright colors,,,,i think he’d have lots of yellow in his house,,,,,,like yellow curtains in his kitchen and yellow slippers,,,,,idk why he just seems like he’d want to have a really lively aesthetic going on
  • and he’d be neat ,,,, and would love having people over like he’d meet someone and in a day be like “you should come over sometime ^^” like he’s just a nice open person,,,,,,,it’s so refreshing
  • but he’s also a little shy around those he likes romantically which is why jimin always gets stuttery around you when you see him in the mornings and you’re like “hi!!!” and he’s like “h,,,hello,,,” and you always think he must be scared of you or something because he isn’t as upbeat and as talkative with you as he is with the other neighbors
  • and that makes you a bit upset,,,,,so you decide that you’re gonna prove that you’re a good neighbor by baking him a cake,,,,,,,,,the only problem is: you cannot bake
  • and when you’re done, and you’re sure you followed the recipe correctly, you can’t help but look at the cake as it’s slowly falling apart and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,this isn’t going to work,,,he’s going to think i hate him or something wlrgjsa
  • so you go out and you buy a cake instead and you knock on his door and when jimin opens it he’s like ,,,,,very surprised to see you and you’re like
  • “i know we don’t talk much,,,,and that’s rude of me neighbors should get to know each other so i made this,,,,,,,as a welcoming gift???”
  • and jimin is like “ive,,,ive lived here for over a year” and you’re like i k NOW,,,,,,i just,,,,,,,here 
  • and jimin takes it, his face gone completely red and he’s like thank,,,,,,thank,,,,,tha-thank you
  • and you’re like are you ok??? you’re redder than a lobster
  • and jimin is like iM FINE,,,,,,,,,,do,,,,,,do you wanna,,,,,,,,,,eat this with me,,,,,,
  • and you two end up sitting awkwardly at jimin’s dining table and jimin hands you a slice of cake with shakey hands and you’re like,,,,,,he seems so scared of me what do i do
  • and suddenly you’re like “im,,,,,,,im not mean” and jimin is like ????? and you’re like “i always think that you dislike me,,,,,but really im nice!! i think,,,,,,did i do something to scare you???” and jimin is like “nO,,,,,,nO,,,,,,it’s not that,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and he looks down and tries to distract himself with eating cake but then he’s like “wait- is this,,,,,,,,,,,is this from,,,,,,the store down the block?” and you’re FRICK im caught and you’re like sorry i tried to bake one but,,,,,it came out bad so i bought one
  • and jimin is like you did all of this for me??? and you’re like YEAH i don’t want us to be neighbors that are cold with each other,,,,,,
  • and jimin kind of smiles sadly and he’s like “just neighbors,,,,right”
  • and you’re like wait,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,do you,,,,,,,,do you want something more
  • and jimin is like WHAT WHO SAID THAT UM THIS CAKE IS THE BEST MY FAVORITE FLAVOR OF CAKE YUM
  • and you’re looking at him,,,,,,realizing slowly that the redness in his face isn’t because he’s sick,,,,,,,,but omg park jimin has a c r u s h on you

Taehyung

  • the neighbor who you see at really odd hours of the night,,,,,like,,,,,,why is only getting home at 4 am???? is he ordering pizza at 8am???? what is his schedule 
  • would own like 40 dogs but the building has a no pets policy and it’s killing taehyung,,,,,,,,,he literally has to go over to his friends houses who have pets to get his daily dose of cuddling puppies otherwise he’ll get depressed 
  • the neighbors who have had a chance to speak with him all think he’s very,,,,,,,laidback and more than likely you’ll see him hanging around in the parking lot of the building skateboarding around or playing with strays that he feeds
  • and his own apartment is full of second-hand furniture he got from his parents and friends and he has posters up of like classic horror movies that are like peeling off the wall
  • and he used to play music outloud,,,but people would complain so he switched to just playing it through his headphones and pretending to like air guitar on his sofa 
  • and speaking of which,,,,,,he actually doesn’t have a bed because he was like what’s the point i can sleep on my couch or on my beanbag or on the floor,,,,,,,,taehyung literally doesn’t care is what im trying to say
  • his bedroom is just bookshelves (which are falling apart) full off old toys and cds and skateboards pilled up and baseball caps 
  • but it somehow manages not to be messy,,,,just kind of like very down-to-earth like him
  • and you know taehyung likes animals you’ve seen him wear shirts with dog faces like one five different occasions also he once rescued a kitten that was getting picked on by younger kids
  • and so when the landlord says she’ll be coming around to chat with you in your apartment about your new air conditioner you’re like “i need to hide my baby,,,,my angel,,,,,,,,my cat,,,,,,Mr. Tubs”
  • and you knock on taehyungs door hoping he’ll answer and to your relief he does,,,,,,,and you’re pretty sure there’s a noddle stuck to his cheek but you’re like “hey hey i know we don’t talk much but the landlord is coming up in five minutes and i need you to hide Mr. Tubs for me”
  • and taehyung is like whose Mr. Tubs and you like hand him the duffel bag and your cats head peeks out and you’re like “qUICK go inside ill be back in half an hour to get him”
  • and taehyung is standing there with your cat in a bag as he watches you run off
  • and he looks down and he’s like “hey Mr. Tubs” and your cat is like,,,meow who are you jokes jokes
  • but yes after you talk with the landlord you’re back to see taehyung and when you knock on the door you realize it’s open and when you step inside you see taehyung sitting on the floor of his living room, Mr. Tubs peacefully napping in his lap and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,my cat likes him better than he likes me is taehyung Magical
  • and you’re like “heY hope Mr. Tubs wasn’t too much!!!!” and taehyung is like “your cat is awesome” and you’re like thank,,,,,you
  • and taehyung is like “do you think you can let him stay here,,,,,while he naps,,,,,,he’s just so nice” and you’re like ok they really did bond in this half hour
  • and you’re like “sure,,,,,,,,,,um,,,,,ill,,,,,go?” and taehyung’s like “no, you can stay if you want we can play like monopoly or something”
  • and you pull out the old board game from under a pile of what looks like notebooks and stuff and you open it and like half the pieces are missing but it’s whatever you and taehyung have a good time anyway
  • and he makes you laugh??? and like he’s so comfortable to be around because he’s so easy going
  • and you’re like ‘you skate right??’ and he’s like not well but you’re like pfft please id love to learn and taehyung’s like “yo ill teach you”
  • and you kind of blush a bit because he smiles so wide and he’s actually really handsome??? and before you know it two hours has gone by and Mr. Tubs wakes up only to walk from taehyungs lap and plop down into yours
  • and you’re like “ill take this rascal back home now,,,,so he can sleep in his bed and not on my neighbors” and taehyung laughs but he’s like bring him over again anytime and hey,,,,,,,tomorrow at 7 are you free?
  • and you’re like pm??? and taehyung is like no am and you’re like what who wakes up that early tomorrow is sunday and taehyung is like “well it’s a good time for me to teach you how to skate ^^”
  • and gdi you’re actually agreeing to get up early on a weekday because hey,,,,,,,,,,he is really cute,,,,,,,,,,

Jungkook 

  • don’t even try to argue with me on this: jungkook collects actions figures and anime figures and those little nintendo figures,,,,,,,,,you know what i mean
  • has them like displayed on a shelf above his computer and gets really excited about packages because you guessed it: it’s a new figure
  • like he doesn’t have a bunch, he just gets the ones that are like of his favorite characters and also,,,,,,,,he seems like the type to own the soundtracks from his favorite games
  • and other than that,,,,,,like nothing matters to him
  • like he’s got his computer for gaming, and his bed for sleeping what else is there to life
  • uses his living room as a closet really like the armchair has clothes piled up on it and comic books 
  • he eats at a low table that he forgets to clean so when jin comes over he’s like “jungkook. look at this. look at these crumbs”
  • jungkook: “listen,,,,,,,mom” 
  • jin: “what did you say?”
  • jungkook: “nothing i said i was gonna go get napkins to clean off the crumbs,,,,,,,”
  • and the neighbors all think he’s cute and some1 once asked him if he was still in high school and jungkook was like,,,,,no,,,,,,,,,i graduated and the person was like oh my i thought you were 16
  • and jungkook wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or,,,,,,,
  • but also he kind of keeps to himself so he doesn’t have a lot of close friends in his building and you and him don’t really speak but one day,,,,you end up with a strange package at your door
  • and at first you think it’s that rice cooker you bought but when you open it you pull out this figure and you’re like wtf is a sasuke uchiha
  • and then you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,wait this isn’t mine
  • and you see jungkooks name on the box and you’re like SHIT I OPENED MY NEIGHBORS MAIL THAT’S A CRIME
  • so you quickly try to put some tape on it and make it look untouched but it’s so obvious you ripped it open but you’re like maybe,,,,,,maybe he won’t be mad he seems like a nice dude
  • so you take the package and you ring his doorbell and jungkooks like ??? and you’re like “this is,,,,,,,,yours,,,,,,,,i accidentally opened it but,,,,,,,,,,,,,i swear i didn’t break anything!!!!! sasuke is alright!!!”
  • and jungkook is like “god bless sasuke is alright” and you’re like “he looks cool is he from a game?”
  • and wow you know when you ask people who are super passionate about something and their eyes light up WELL
  • and before you know it you’re standing there listening to the subplot of naruto and sasuke’s rivalry and you’re like,,,,,,what is happening but 
  • jungkook looks so adorable listing off his favorite episodes that you’re like you know what whatever let’s talk about this
  • and jungkook asks you if you’re into any games/movies/shows and you’re like YEAH i have a few favorites
  • and you two are totally bonding in the hallway over geeky stuff but then you’re also like
  • “you’ve been holding that box up for like the last 45 minutes doesn’t your hand hurt??”
  • and jungkook is like “nah, i work out look!”
  • and he rolls up his sleeve innocently to show you his muscles and you’re like WOAH WHAT
  • and jungkook is like teehee my hyungs call me the ‘hulk’ isn’t that cute?? and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,ok he’s adorable but he’s also strong but he’s also funny but he’s also swole,,,,,,,,huh,,,,,,perfect dare i say,,,,,,,,,bf material
  • first date: binge-watching your favorite shows while getting to know each other better by playing 20 questions LOL 
Are you that mean in person? - Anthony Ramos x reader

Soulmate Au where the first word you say is tattooed on them forever 

Requests are - Always open feel free to leave one :)

you were walking down the street on your way to the theater you were in the show ‘Heathers’ you Played ‘Heather Chandler’ whom was one of the leads this job was amazing, this job seems like a walk in the park when you see the show… but its not. 

you see everyone on set had found their soulmates except you, you had always dreamed of it but no.

“Good news cast.” your directer Yelled and clapped his hands 

Everyone turned their heads towards him you were putting the finishing touches on your hair and you turned around and looked at him your back leaning on your dresser desk.

“Lin Manuel Miranda, Anthony Ramos, And Daveed Digg’s, are coming to the show tonight.” he yelled and everyone clapped but you. you were just nervous Hamilton was one of your favorite musicals ever. And Lin Manuel Miranda was your favorite person ever. In the heights was your all time favorite!

“Y/N. Snap out of it.” your friend Barrett (She Plays veronica.) she yelled and snapped her fingers in your face and you snapped out of it when you did her look of worry went back to her happy self

“Are you okay? you zoned out.” she laughed and sat down and worked on her hair

“Ye-”

“Everyone places please.” the female voice over the speakers exclaimed 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Suddenly the music for Candy store started playing you hot hyped this song was your favorite to sing the dancing was os fun. don’t get me wrong it was a workout but it got you so exited 

“Are we going to have problem?” you asked in your ‘Heather’ voice “You got a bone to pick?” “You’ve come so far why now are you pulling on my dick?”

Everyone laughed and you saw Anthony’s eyes staring into your soul 

“Id normally slap your face off. and everyone here could watch.” you sassed and gestured towards the audience  “But i’m feeling nice, heres now advice listen up biotch.” you screamed and started shaking your hips as choreographed 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Well, Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” you screamed and crossed your arms looking over Barrett’s shoulder everyone started clapping and laughing and you could see Anthony’s smile from the front row he was laughing and slapping his knee and Lin was laughing to. 

the musical carried on till it was time for the finale bow you walked out with Elle (Heather Mcnamara) and with Alice (Heather duke) 

You guys bowed and then it was Ryan’s (J.D) and Barrett’s turn they and bowed and then you all grabbed hands and you guys bowed 

The audience Stood up and clapped and screamed you heard a “Y/N i love you!!.” you laughed and waved to all the people who had spent a lot of money to be here 

You guys walked off stage and to your dressing room so you could de Heather

when you were finished you walked towards the stage door when they opened it  there was lots of screaming and lots of fans it always made you so happy to see all the fans. 

you walked around giving hugs, signing stuff, taking pics, etc, 

“Y/N, Y/N, Over here.” you heard a female voice say you looked around and then saw a girl around 14 with a smile on her face you smiled and walked over.

“Hey sweetie.” you spoke sweetly at the girl

“h-hi Y/N! can i get a video of you singing candy store?” she asked nervously

“of course! Elle! Alice come over here please”

They walked over smiling but confused at the same time 

“This young lady wants us to sing candy store.” 

“1 2, 1 2 3 4.” you said and started singing and people took out their cameras and watching

“I like looking hot buying stuff they cannot.” 

“I like.”

“Drinking hard, maxing dads credit card.”

“I like.”

“Skipping gym scaring her screwing him.” you sang and pointed to some girl and then to Anthony who was watching with his arms crossed 

“I like.”

“Killer clothes, kicking nerds in the nose!”

“if you lack the balls you can go play dolls let your mommy fix you a snack.”

“Woah!”

“Or you could come smoke pound some rum and coke in my Porsha with the quarterback.”

“Woah! woah! woah!”

“Honey whatcha waiting for? welcome to my candy store, time for you to prove your not a loser anymore. and step into my candy store.”

the song went on till the end and you hugged the girl and walked off till you heard from behind you

“Are you that mean in person? cause if so then ill leave.” the person Laughed 

“Well, i can be so don’t get on my bad side.” you laughed and turned around to see Anthony Ramos

Suddenly you felt burning in your wrist and you yelped in pain and fell to your knees you held your wrist tightly – suddenly you heard a groan come from Anthony but you couldn’t see what was going on you had shut your eyes tight.

The pain finally stopped and you looked at your wrist to see the words 

Are you that mean in person? cause if so then ill leave.

“W-What?” you asked yourself asked and looked at Anthony his wrist had the words

Well, i can be so don’t get on my bad side.

you guys just looked at each other in shock 

“i’m Anthony.” he said and held his hand out so you could stand up.

“I know.” you laughed and took his hand

“Wanna go get some dinner?”

“I have one more show in 2 hours.”

“Then wanna go get a drink after your show?”

“Id like that.” 

You pecked his cheek and walked away 

it’s okay, that’s love 01

➾ water polo player!jimin x psychiatrist!reader
ft the rest of bangtan

requested by this anon 

➾ warnings: mentions of mental illnesses (depression, anxiety, ocd, split personality disorder etc), self harm, angst, fluff, smut 

➾ word count: 8.3k

➾ Summary: People are constantly making some kind of connection with each other- be it friendship or romance. But human bonds always lead to messy complications; commitment, sharing, driving people to the airport, letting them get up close and personal with the darkest parts of ourselves. And sure- it’s scary as hell to watch them cross those boundaries you’ve so meticulously drawn, but it’s okay, because that’s love.

➾ disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction and i do not claim to be a qualified mental health professional. this work is not intended to provide any medical advice of any sort, please consult a licensed physician instead. 

a/n: so this is it! my attempt at starting a series that deals with slightly more touchy and sensitive topics. please do not ask me when the next update will be out, check my updates page instead!!
 tagging my favourite people to scream with @blueagust and @yoongihime and @jheartseok thank you for being so lovely and enduring supporting me no matter how much i rant to you <3 

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screaminghyuk  asked:

hi mom your blog is my favourite on tumblr i love your writing so SO much!! if and when you have the time can you do the neighbour au for vixx? if it's too much then the maknae line will do (i've read all of your stuff multiple times over + you're the reason im into seventeen and got7 ily) thank you in advance!!

omg this is so sweet thank you so much!!
im glad you’ve come to love 17+got7!!!

Ravi 

  • sometimes he doesn’t leave his apartment for days. you can tell because his mailbox overflows but you can hear the music from his apartment for like a week straight,,,,,,,and then sometimes you’ll see him leaving his place at like 3 am dressed like he’s going to a Very Fancy club 
  • “it’s the life of a composer,,,,,,,i don’t sleep for like ever and when i finish i have to go and get drunk with the person who paid me to write the song”
  • his apartment is essentially his recording studio, all the instruments and his computer are in the living room and it’s so crowded he bumps into his piano everytime he tries to get to the kitchen
  • likes collecting those little lego figurines and they’re like everywhere. on his computer, above his microwave, probably in his bathroom near his shampoo
  • wears some,,,,,,,,interesting outfits that always become the talk of the block
  • likes to try and keep everything clean but at some point he’s so into work he doesn’t realize he’s spilled cola under his desk chair and the laundry hasn’t been done since hyuk got a solo i mean what now
  • you know ravi is a composer,,,,but you aren’t really sure what that entails
  • until your best friend hakyeon, who happens to be close to ravi is over at your place and is handing a list that is titled “how to keep ravi alive” and you’re like what
  • and hakyeon is like,,,,im going on a trip to europe for a month and usually i check in on ravi when he writes but i won’t be here and everyone is busy and i need to make sure he at least eats something,,,,but i can’t so please,,,,,,,,,,,,,,do this for me
  • and you wanted to refuse at first because you don’t even know ravi
  • but hakyeon is a sweet person and he promises he’ll come back with something nice from europe for you so you decide fine, how hard can it be to just check up on a person
  • TURNS OUT when it’s ravi it is kind of hard
  • because the first day you literally come into his home and try to introduce yourself 4 times before you realize he’s so sucked into his computer he can’t even hear you
  • you check his fridge and there’s just,,,,,some old wine and like???? take out that smells Suspicious
  • and you throw it out and come out of the kitchen to tell ravi he needs to eat but then he looks up at you and screams because hOw DID you gET in here,,,,,and you’re like IVE BEEN HERE FOR HALF AN HOUR and ravi is like?????? i never noticed
  • but he apologizes as soon as you explain what hakyeon told you and he’s like embarrassingly rubbing his neck like,,,,oh don’t listen to hyung im fine on my own
  • but you think about his refrigerator and how sunken-in his eyes look from probably not having sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,no i think hakyeon was right you need someones help
  • so you grocery shop and you buy coffee, red bull, energy supplements - whatever he needs to stay up
  • and hakyeon is only gone for a month but in that month you get to know ravi better than most people
  • how he works tirelessly, day and night, on 5 seconds of a song. how he gets angry with himself for not being able to write a melody. how he refuses to sleep until he’s met his goal
  • and the perseverance and creativity in him really shocks you because wow,,,,you’ve been living next to such a hard-working and talented person and you never even knew it
  • but also ravi you’ve worn those basketball shorts 4 days in a row take them off please
  • at one point you asked if ravi had brushed his teeth and he said something you couldn’t even understand so you went to the bathroom, came back with his brush and a cup of water and were like “open up”
  • and ravi was like ????? and you were like “ill brush your teeth while you work”
  • and it was,,,,,,,,,,oddly very intimate
  • and ravi may or may not have suffered like (3) mini heart-attacks
  • but when hakyeon comes back and ravi is done with his song you revert back to being,,,,,,just neighbors
  • until ravi needs to shut himself in for work again and you get a call from hakyeon where he’s like “you need to know something, ive been trying to make sure ravi is ok this past week but he keeps calling me by your name and when i tell him hello - im hakyeon he lets out a deep sigh and long story short i think ravi grew an attachment to you”
  • and you’re like??????? me????? but also,,,,,,,,you can’t help but smile a little
  • and you go next door and let yourself in and you’re like “ravi?” and you see he’s asleep with his head on his desk and you go over to get a blanket to cover him with but when you do, tucking it around his shoulders
  • you hear him murmur something low and you lean in closer and hear him say thank you along with your name
  • and when you come back to check on him again in a couple hours he’s awake and seeing you, it makes him actually stand up from his computer (something he does not do often when he works)
  • and he’s glowing, his sharp features all turning soft as he sees you
  • and you’re like “hakyeon told me you missed me” and ravi is like “AH,,,,well,,,,,,,kind of,,,,,i just,,,hakyeon nags at me and you were nice to me-”
  • and you get this smug look on your face and ravi is faltering under it and you’re like “here i brought some fruits over for you to snack on, but also -”
  • and you press a paper slip into his palm and ravi’s eyes widen and you’re like “it’s my number, so you can call me instead of hakyeon”
  • and you don’t see it as you go into the kitchen with the fruit but ravi literally gathers what little energy he has to do a little happy shimmy dance
  • and he tapes your number to the side of his computer screen and whenever he looks at it he gets this goofy grin on his face,,,,,,,,,because hehe,,,,,,,i have my crush’s number,,,,,

Hongbin 

  • only person in vixx who makes his bed in the morning 
  • lives a pretty simple and clean life, likes consistency and has one of those big calendars on his wall where he writes down all his future plans and probably even has like a workout schedule
  • park hyo shin album shrine in his bedroom complete with framed autograph
  • the type to have like candles ,,,,,,, that are in the shapes of like flowers it’s cute
  • bunnies have always reminded me of hongbin so maybe if he lived apart from vixx he’d have one that he jokingly names like wonshik but no no it’s real name is something cute like whatever the korean is for like carrot soup or something LOL
  • idk why but he likes pastel polka dots imagine him with pastel polka dot bed sheets he’s such a cute person
  • people are always surprised that he doesn’t have like,,,,,one billion mirrors in his house because like how can one Not look at a face like that
  • but in reality those kind of things make hongbin really shy,,,,,,like he’s just like,,,,im not handsome and everyone in the building is like IF that isn’t the biggest lie i have Ever heard with my own two ears
  • everyone in the neighborhood has a crush on him. it’s unavoidable. it’s hongbin fever
  • you’ve lived next door to him for a longtime so you guys are pretty familiar with each other,,,,,but the problem is everytime he meets one of your friends. they fall for him
  • and end up begging to come over just for a glimpse of him and then when they try to ask him out
  • hongbin awkwardly like ,,,,makes up an excuse as to why he can’t date them and they get sad and you’ve seen this happen five times and you’re just like ?????????? what is his type ????? what is he looking for???
  • but you’re not gonna ask him that because well like That’s Rude 
  • but one night you actually end up over at his place because your tv broke,,,,and the premire of your favorite drama is on and hongbin was kind enough to let you in to watch it
  • and during a long commercial break you look down to see hongbin sitting at the table, writing down something and you decide that hey you’ll never have another chance to be alone like this with him
  • so you lower the volume a bit and you’re like “can i ask you something?”
  • and he nods without looking up and you’re like,,,,,, “ive lived across from you for like four years and ive never seen you,,,,,,,with someone,,,,that wasn’t from your friend group and this is probably super invasive but - are you seeing someone?”
  • and hongbin’s eyes go wide and he like looks up in silence
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,is it like an arranged marriage thing????? am i asking too much this is rude im sor-”
  • and hongbin shakes his head and is like “no,,,,,i just,,,,,,,,,” and you’re like ?????? and he kind of sadly laughs
  • and is like “,,,,,the person i like hasn’t come to a realization yet.”
  • and you’re shocked because hongbin. prince of your neighborhood. actual living art is harboring a one-sided love????
  • and you can’t help yourself you’re like “who is that blind? i mean,,,,,,,,anyone who looks at you is enchanted”
  • and hongbin laughs because that’s what he does. compliments make him shy
  • but then you go back to watching your drama and you don’t notice hongbin has stopped writing and suddenly you hear in a very quiet voice: “were you,,,,,,enchanted by me?”
  • and you look down at him and you’re like “are you asking if i liked you?”
  • and hongbin swallows a lump in his throat but builds up the courage to nod his head and you’re like “of course,,,,,,but i knew it was a longshot i mean ,,,,,,,,do you know how popular you are? it’s like falling for an idol-”
  • but suddenly hongbin is up and he’s like “don’t say that.” and you’re like is he embarrassed??????whats going on??????
  • but he just takes a seat next to you and he’s like “it’s you,,,,you’re the one i wanted to confess to me.”
  • and you’re so shocked,,,,,,you literally drop the remote and hongbin is getting red the longer you stare at him wide-eyed
  • until you’re like looking over at the tv and the drama is a kissing scene and then you look back at hongbin and you’re red now too
  • and you’re both red and there’s kissing in the background but you know what there should be some kissing in this apartment too
  • because you both like each other so why not
  • but when you do kiss him you’re like wait. wait. is this real did i fever dream this-
  • and hongbin takes your hand and puts it on his face and he’s like “it’s real.”

Hyuk

  • big tall meme 
  • who can’t figure out how to cook a meal for himself but can reboot a computer and probably fix your tv in less than ten minutes
  • for the sake of this au,,,,hyuk is Nerd. as in his whole apartment is full of like action figures and comic books and video games and dirty socks and,,,,,half eaten bags of potato chips, opened cans of redbull
  • your usual college boy whose friends are all part of the e-sports club at school like c’mon
  • of course how could i forget, his movie collection of sci-fi alien flicks is the only thing that’s organized on his bookshelf
  • everyone in the building comes to him for help like the ladies need help with their broken microwaves and hairdryers while the dads don’t get why their son managed to break the new computer (hyuk looking at the sticky keyboard: uh,,,,)
  • and he does it for free for elders but the teenagers who go to him to learn how to game or upgrade their setups he’s like “my work isn’t cheap. 20 bucks an hour on nothing.”
  • hakyeon: stop pandering from teenagers
  • hyuk: ,,,,,,i have no idea what you are talking about *hiding his piggy bank which literally says ‘money from gamer nerdz’ jokes jokes
  • you know hyuk is handy with,,,,,electric stuff and whatnot so when your lights go out in the middle of the night even though you paid all your utilities like last week,,,,you know the man to go to
  • and when hyuk opens the door you’re like “whats up, my lights are out and im not sure if it’s a fuse box thing or -”
  • and hyuk is like “i got you let me come over”
  • but as you’re walking through the hall of your apartment you realize, you don’t have a flashlight and you’re like my phone is somewhere on my sofa,,,,,let me fell around
  • but you have literally zero light and it’s night out and you think you’re heading toward your sofa but you feel something soft standing in your way
  • and you’re like touching it and you’re like it’s soft,,,,but hard???
  • and warm????
  • wait is that t-shirt
  • and you’re like hold up
  • “hyuk??? am i touching you????”
  • hyuk: “yep”
  • you: “why didn’t you stop me what th-”
  • hyuk: “it was fine, i liked it.”
  • and you turn pink, thankful for the lights off and want to swat his hand but you don’t know where that is until you feel his hand take your wrist
  • and he takes his phone out of his pocket and shines it on you and you’re like heY
  • and he’s like “hehe cute” and you’re like excuse me what
  • and hyuk is like “nothing, lead the way”
  • and when you get to the fuse box you hold the phone and see hyuk work with the wires. you notice the light shading his handsome face, a set jawline and wow,,,,his height????
  • and you’re like this is the first time im looking at hyuk and going ‘he’s hot’ what the HECK is wrong with me
  • and hyuk finishes in under five minutes and all your lights turn back on and he smiles
  • and it’s so,,,,,cute his nose is adorable did you just notice that??? why are you having all of these thoughts about your neighbor??
  • and he’s like “all done. how’d you like to pay me?”
  • and you’re like “i think i have some cash- but,,,,”
  • and hyuk grins because he’s like “yes,,,,,i don’t want cash”
  • and you’re like oh,,,,,,,,and you’re like “ok lean down-”
  • and hyuk does super duper excited that he’s about to get a kiss
  • but instead you pinch his cheek and go “ill order us pizza, don’t think im easy han sanghyuk.”
  • and with that you turn around and hyuk is just like: that was sexy 
  • you: shuttup what kind of toppings do you want?
Gwenvid Week - Day 4

Hanahaki Disease (with some tweaking of the rules, shh)

Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.


“David?!”

He would’ve answered his co-counselor, but his mouth was … occupied.

“Christ, David, why didn’t you tell me?” Gwen’s hands landed on his shoulders, trying to pull him back, but he wrapped his arms around the bathroom wastebasket he was hunched over and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut against another attack of coughing.

Hanahaki Disease was poetic, in theory. The curse of the lovestruck. In movies and art it was almost elegant, brilliant red rose petals falling like rain with each cough. A good Hanahaki scene was enough to get David sobbing like a baby because it was tragic, so very sad, but so so beautiful. 

Of course, art didn’t usually take into account the fact that lungs were wet, and so were throats and mouths and rose petals that clumped together in leaden dense globs that sat heavy in his chest and stuck along the sides of his throat and mouth. By the time it looked like the movies, a beautiful torrent of red that fell like a dry waterfall with each breath, dry because there were so many that the ones that made it out were protected from the dampness by layers upon layers of other petals, it was often too late.

So really, David should feel quite lucky that this disease was so disgusting, this hacking and retching, a tickle in the throat and spasm in his lungs and waves of pain that scraped his throat raw and left him feeling lightheaded and nauseous. Because if it had progressed to the stage of being beautiful, he might already be suffocating.

He believed in looking on the bright side.

Once the coughing fit subsided he rested his head on the rim of the wire garbage can, looking down at the damp scarlet that half-filled it. “I’m … I’m okay,” he said, wincing as the words felt like fingernails along his damaged windpipe. “I just need a minute.”

Her grip on his shoulders had loosened, but never let go. “How long?”

“Three days ago.” While the campers had found out pretty quickly about the end of his relationship with Bonquisha, he’d done his best to keep it a secret from Gwen. She didn’t need something else to worry about, after all, and he’d been certain that everything would be fine.

When that evening he’d cleared his throat and a limp rose petal had fallen into his palm, he’d been a little less certain. And by the time he couldn’t hide it anymore that certainty had shrunk to a faint, quavering hope.

“Jesus.” She squeezed his shoulder gently, and for a second he thought she was going to comfort him. “Why the fuck haven’t you gone to the doctor yet?”

David shrugged. The truth was, he didn’t want to have to admit what’d happened. His plan was more or less to pretend he’d never dated BonBon and ride this whole thing out.

He coughed again, a bone-jarring wheeze that left him shaking and breathless. 

Gwen sighed. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” A few seconds later she knelt down by his side again, taking his hand in hers and tapping an orange pill bottle against his palm. “If you won’t get a prescription, just take mine. It should last you a couple days at least.”

He turned the bottle over, reading the label with blurry eyes. “Suppressors?” he asked, glancing up at her. “Why do you have these?”

“Got dumped right before the summer. Didn’t last long, so I never brought it up.”

“Well, gosh, thank you. But I don’t know if I should —”

“Either take them or I’m just gonna throw ’em out, David.”

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BPD Awareness Month

After a month of ramen noodle memes, it’s finally May…which is also BPD awareness month! And I’m here as your local diagnosed Borderline to break some of the stigma associated with this personality disorder, offering up 15 fun facts, stigma myths, and helping you better understand any Borderlines in your life ☺

1. BPD most commonly develops from severe trauma and is often a product of other diagnoses such as depression, anxiety, PTSD, eating disorders, and bipolar disorder. So there is a lot of stuff going on in our heads, all of the time.

2. BPD and Bipolar disorder are NOT the same thing. Bipolar is characterized by extreme highs and lows that last for a few days or more, sometimes without a discernable trigger. BPD mood swings occur much more rapidly, are more noticeably triggered, and typically only last between a few minutes and a few hours.

3. Borderlines all experience their symptoms in different ways, and not all Borderlines experience the same symptoms. A common misconception is that all Borderlines are manipulative- this is false. Manipulation is a symptom of BPD, but not of all Borderlines.

4. Borderlines experience emotions at TEN TIMES the intensity that normal people do. So if it seems like we’re overreacting or are falling too fast…believe me, we know, but we can’t help it. Please be patient with us and communicate in a straight forward manner. We wish we knew how to turn it off, because it actually becomes physically painful.

5. Because we experience emotions at such a high intensity, Borderlines are some of the most caring, loyal, and generous friends/partners. You will never feel unloved if you are close to a Borderline.

6. Also, we cry a lot. Like…a LOT. We cry over everything whether we’re happy or sad or scared or excited. We cry a lot. There’s nothing you can do. Just let it happen.

7. Borderlines often close themselves off about things that are bothering them, and don’t ask for the things they need because they don’t want to be a burden. If you notice a Borderline bottling up, it’s important to assure them that you are there, without pushing them. Extra affection never hurts either (we love affection).

8. If a Borderline Splits*** on you, it is important to express how their words and actions made you feel, but also important to word it in a constructive way rather than aggressive (see: item #6). Most Borderlines are extremely self-aware and will get over whatever made them Split quickly and realize what they’ve done and apologize. In most cases, this isn’t an act of manipulation, but a frantic effort to make up for an episode they couldn’t control. Again, we require a lot of patience. Know that we are trying.

9. Borderlines dissociate frequently. In most cases we appreciate a lot of attention and affection when that happens to bring us back down to earth.

11. Borderlines love attention in general but are too anxious to ask for it. Attention is to Borderlines as the sun is to sunflowers. We perk right up and turn into happy beans. WE WANT IT ALL.

12. If a Borderline asks for space, give us space. But be reassuring that you’re not going to leave.

13. Borderlines are terrified of abandonment, and will often leave before they can get left. If they use the phrase “it’s not you, it’s me.” I promise you, it is not you. It is them. We’re waiting to find the right person who doesn’t let us self-sabotage everything. But we also hate feeling trapped so honestly idfk, good luck trying to figure out where your Borderline is at.

14. PATIENCE. PATIENCE IS KEY. But also, you can’t be nice all the time. Borderlines like to pick fights, and sometimes we need you to fight us over stupid little stuff. I guarantee you we’ll get over it within 10 minutes, but sometimes you just have to let us get the fighting mood out of our system since we’re actually wimpy crybabies who couldn’t hurt a fly.

15. If we’re talking about things that are going on in our head, we don’t always need a response or want words of encouragement or need you to try to fix everything. Chances are we are already working it out in our heads, and we just need you to listen so it’s not just rumbling around up there. Validation is appreciated. However, just saying “your feelings are valid” can be taken more as insensitive than reassuring if not followed up with an interpretation of your understanding.

I hope these were informative and/or helpful to those who took the time to read through entirely; just by reading you’re helping to #endthestigma

***Splitting: a term in the BPD community to reference the black-and-white thinking used as a defense mechanism with Borderlines. Usually referencing the flip from the idealization of an FP** to devaluation.

**FP: “Favorite Person”, term used to reference the person a Borderline seeks the most attention and validation from.

Obsessive

This one is called “Obsessive”

I have OCD.
I was diagnosed when I was nine years old
I was in the 3rd grade but I had just dropped out
Because my teacher and my class sucked and nobody understood why I was functioning at such a low level when I was supposedly a pretty smart kid
That was at about the time that my bones started poking out from under my skin and my face lost it’s color and I only ate in small portions three times a day.
I lost a lot of weight- fifteen pounds, which was a lot for someone my age and, yeah, I guess you would assume that I had an eating disorder
At least, that’s what people on the streets probably thought
As I limped down the sidewalk, head drooped down, longing for my next meal
But my anxiety tugging at my shoulders and telling me “No. Don’t. You’ll get too full”
It sounds stupid, right? A fear of overeating? Yeah. I felt pretty stupid.
I got over that fear eventually but it didn’t happen over night, let me tell you
Because treatment for OCD is pain in the fucking ass
Not to mention tiring, especially when you’re a 52 pound nine year old trying to make her way through 3rd grade,
The major treatment method for Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is doing exposures
These are also known as ERPs, or exposure response prevention
And the idea is that you slowly introduce yourself to your fears by exposure to them
And it starts out super triggering but eventually your anxiety levels start to go down and you acclimate.
At that time I was going in for treatment multiple times a week for up to three hours at a time
I remember wondering, fretting, over what the other kids would think if they knew how I was spending my afternoons:
Sitting in a big, sinking, therapy chair with an oreo on my tongue, trying to tolerate the anxiety it caused me to taste that unhealthy food
And then taking it off and wiping my mouth off with a napkin, spitting out any crumbs that might have disintegrated into my saliva
Then rating my anxiety.
Sounds fun, right?
Yeah, I know.
But you know what else? It doesn’t sound like what the average person thinks of when they think of OCD
No, I wasn’t an “obsessive hand washer”
I didn’t have to jerk my head to the side multiple times a minute or do anything in threes
I wasn’t always clean and spotless and sanitized.
And you know what else? It wasn’t fucking charming.
The thing about OCD is that if you have it, even if you get over a particular fear, it’s going to try to find it’s way back into your life and it will usually manifest into a different fear
Often little things will come up and you’ll worry that you’ll have to start going to exposures four times a week again, but it’ll usually die down.
That’s what I thought at the beginning of this summer when I started obsessively worrying that I had a fever.
I had had the fear in the past, and eventually it went away, so I figured it would this time, too.
Boy, was I wrong.
When did I know? When I started taking my temperature multiple times a day, freaking out when it was above average, which it always is because my body temp runs high
But OCD and logical thinking do not exactly go hand in hand
My parents hid my thermometer but I started doing other things to ease my anxiety
I didn’t sit back in my chair because if I did, the seat would become warm from my body heat, and I would touch it and get too anxious
I started avoiding touching other people, in fear that their skin would be cooler than mine and prove that I had a fever
I put my clothes in the dryer cycle every morning so that when I put them on, i could feel that my body was cold compared to something else.
I held ice on my wrists to try to cool down my body.
I’m still working on that fear.
Hell, I’m in therapy 4 times a week for it
But I have faith that I’ll overcome it and move on to do good things in my life
Why?
Because I’ve done it before.
So don’t pity me.
Please. Don’t pity me.
But next time you think about calling yourself OCD because you like to keep your math binder organized, catch yourself
The next time you assume that someone with neat room is obsessive compulsive and someone with a messy room isn’t, catch yourself and remember not to judge
Because you can’t tell from the outside
(And my room is a fucking pig sty, lemme tell ‘ya)
OCD is not the cute mental illness.
It doesn’t make you quirky or organized or sanitary or polite
And if you walk around telling people to stop romanticizing depression
Stop romanticizing suicide
Stop romanticizing self harm
Than you can tell people to stop romanticizing OCD.
We all have struggles in this life and it’s impossible to compare them, so let’s not try to
Let’s just try to respect each other’s struggles, no matter what they may be or what label might be plastered to them
Do you think you could try that for me?

anonymous asked:

heey first of i just wanted to say that you're like literally my favorite blog no joke i love love your writing like i cannot stop smiling whenever im reading your stuff and as your friends to lovers thingy is one of my favorites i was wondering if you could do one with taehyung?? thaanks 💙

find: jin | jimin | namjoon | jungkook | yoongi 

  • you and taehyung have always been messes,,,,but cute messes together
  • you technically became friends in detention ,,,,,,
  • taehyung had been sitting at the back of the classroom with silly string all over his hair and shirt ,,,, he’d brought a can to school and accidentally sprayed himself and the gym teacher
  • and you,,,,well you had gotten into an argument that had ended in a food fight and there was probably still some cold cheese from a pizza that was flung at you in your hair
  • but,,,,,,with mutual understanding you and taehyung had just grinned and gone “that’s what you’re in here for? cool!”
  • the teacher who was supposed to be guarding you and making sure you were doing homework had flaked in the middle to go gossip in the hall so you and taehyung had moved closer discussing if it would be good to make a break for it or not
  • you thought maybe using the silly string as a distraction could work but also taehyung wasn’t looking to get expelled so you’d decided instead that peeking out the door till the teachers backs were both turned you two would dash down the hall for freedom
  • and you did,,,,,,,,you were just a tad slower and taehyung had grabbed your hand and pulled you along through the doors as the sound of the teacher drowned out behind you
  • after that,,,,you two became inseparable 
  • and sure it had a lot to do with you both loving practical jokes and being free-spirited but it also had to do with just,,,,,how you got each other without words
  • just looks and smiles and inside jokes,,,, and you never making fun of taehyung in anyway because no matter how people saw him 
  • taehyun is smart and caring and you knew that,,,just like he knew that about you
  • and growing up you guys got out of pranks and skipping class and just became more into going to live concerts late at night and staying up past 4 am to set of fireworks on the beach with other friends you’d made as you got older
  • and ,,,, it stayed nice and carefree but you were also adults now so,,,,you had to be there for each other not just for laughs but for serious things as well
  • and one day taehyung confides that he’d like to be a singer and you support him one hundred percent but before an audition he decides he wants to dye his hair to stand out
  • “what color are you thinking?”
  • “,,,,,,,you’re going to laugh but,,,,,,,orange”
  • you look at taehyung like are you being serious but you can see the twinkle in his eye and you’re like ok orange it is let’s make you into a walking flaming dorito
  • and it was ur first time,,,,bleaching and dying someones hair,,,,but taehyung for some reason trusted you
  • even though you were the two kids who thought itd be smart to throw water balloons over a huge spiked fence in highschool ,,,,, but hey friends trust friends,,,,,,,,right?
  • and so with paper towels everywhere  and you standing behind taehyung in your tiny bathroom,,,you managed to get him in an old t-shirt with gloves on your hands and spreading bleach over his hair
  • and every minute or so he’d whine that it stings and you’d be like suck it up kim we have another half your head to go
  • and taehyung would mumble that you should at least try to distract him and you would go do u want me to focus so i dont get bleach in ur eye or what
  • taehyung: point taken
  • and when you’d finally got him blonde,,,you could start on getting him orange
  • and tbh taehyung was like “you should dye your hair too,,,let’s be matching!” and you were like if i ever am feeling the baby carrot hair look ill tell u and taehyung rolls his eyes and ur like hey i can see u in the mirror dude
  • and he sticks his tongue out and ur like im holding the life of ur scalp in my hands do not test me
  • ,,,,,but when you were done,,,,, taehyung closing the door to wait before taking a shower you’d spread out on your couch tired of standing 
  • and half an hour later your friend walked out, after you hear the dryer turn of,,,,,,his orange hair as bright as possible,,,,,and you cannot help it
  • walking over and ruffling your hands through his hair
  • smiling and going “i did a good job,,,,its so cute!!” and somehow you cant stop yourself from adding “your hair is so soft too,,,,”
  • and taehyung,,, letting you run your hands through his hair,,,,brings his fingers up to wrap around your wrist and he gently pulls them so you look at him 
  • and,,,,,,even with a hair color not many can pull off,,,,,,you see how it falls into taehyungs eyes
  • makes your friends naturally gorgeous skin shine,,,,,,eyes slightly hooded and lips parted
  • and you are used to being this close to taehyung,,,,but in the quiet moment in your living room with his body so close to yours you can feel the warmth of his presence
  • your heart cant calm down 
  • and taehyung seems to feel it too,,,,,,u didn’t know just dying someones hair could mean getting so intimate but thinking on it 
  • the whole thing,,,,,seemed like such a couple thing to do,,,,the standing behind taehyung and fixing the back of his shirt so it wont get dirty,,,, wiping sweat from his forehead and stray dye,,,,giggling and joking and having taehyung threaten to tickle you if anything
  • like sure friends could do all of this too,,,,,but taehyungs grip on you ,,,, his eyes,,,,,,, something now was different
  • and just one more inch and you can feel his cheek brush yours,,,, the long bangs tickling you and then his lips,,,,,
  • settle just at the corner of your mouth,,, like the almighty funny and carefree taehyung is nervous to kiss his bestfriend on the lips
  • and when you pull back the two of you are silent but taehyung walks you back against the sofa and it’s like,,,,natural for you two to fall back in each others arms
  • your hand coming up again to run through his hair and taehyung whispers
  • “i think we’ve always been a couple,,,,neither of us just said anything,,,”
  • you nod,,, pressing a bit closer and going “but to be a singer,,, we’re gonna have to keep pretending it’s just friends”
  • taehyung leans down pressing his forehead to yours and grinning “well we’ve convinced everyone thats just what it is but for now - we’re alone and im going to kiss you some more”
  • “ok carrotcake kim”
  • “don’t spoil the moment” 
Supervision

Word count: 4695
Genre: Angst, Smut.
Summary: You and ex-Jinyoung end up in the same university, your predictable arguments turned into something…not so predictable.

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The look on your face was of pure shock when you saw Jinyoung walking into the same university as you, and his look was the exact same. All the flashbacks from your past coming back to you all at once as your eyes locked together. You and Jinyoung had a tricky past, You have been together previously, for a very long time. You shared some of the happiest moments together and also some of the most intimate, and you knew every single big and little thing of each other, whether it was personality wise, or looks wise. You meant everything to him, and he meant everything to you, but that didn’t stop you from ending things with him, you feared the feelings of love, and the responsibility of commitment, you feared it after seeing the absolute hatred you parents had for each other, especially before their divorce, you were scared that it would happen to the two of you. So you ended it as soon as you fell for him, without any explanation, and it absolutely broke you both, both of you in tears and you just left him. After that day, he spent his time trying to find out why, which turned into arguments because you never told him why, which turned into him eventually hating you, and you couldn’t blame him. You argued for the rest of the year, until school was over, and summer break finally spread you apart. You thought you would never see him again, which is why both of you tried your hardest avoiding each other at the new school you would have to share for the next 4 years. It wasn’t working out though, with both of you ending up in 4/6 of the same classes, and you cursed silently every single time you had to find out you would be sharing the same classroom. You spent the classes stealing gazes at each other, pretending that you weren’t, but your stares were entirely different, his were of hatred, and yours of regret and sadness, wondering how it got so bad. You felt okay about being in the same classes until in the last class, you scored a plain old fashioned dick of a teacher that put uni students in a seating plan, which sat him right next to you. You fell silent, the awkwardness and tension filling up and you practically jumped and ran out of the class when they day was over, heading straight to your car, but it just so happened as you were rushing, looking behind you for Jinyoung, you didn’t realise he was walking behind you, purposely bumping into you, making all your books fall to the ground.

“Oh, my bad!” he laughed as he walked past and you just looked at him in awe, this cannot be happening you thought. You just got out of a year of arguments with him, you couldn’t handle another 4. You didn’t reply, not wanting to start anything and he walked away, leaving you to pick up your books and silently curse under your breath as you walked to your car and went straight for home, thinking about him and your encounter for the rest of the day.

“ok,” you spoke to yourself “just 4 days a week, I can do this…4 days a week…for 4 years” you sighed, and you tossed and turned in your sleep for the rest of the night.
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You spent the next day avoiding him and his gaze, until of course you had that last class, and you didn’t look back at him when you felt his gaze, you tried not to flinch at a snarky comment or a snicker he made when you answered a question in class, doing your best ignoring him.

“So, ruin anyone else’s lives lately?” he whispered in your ear, your back tingling at his hot breath.

“Don’t start Jinyoung please” You didn’t look at him, instead you looked at the clock, 5 minutes was left in the class and you were practically trying to leave you seat already.

“Just asking a simple question” he retorted.

“No, you’re trying to start something that I don’t want to start, so please don’t, it would be great if we could just be civil for once”

“You can try, but I’m still not done making you feel how you made me felt when you broke us off without an explanation” you ignored this comment, your hand balling into a fist.

The last minute of the class passed and you were finally allowed to leave, you and Jinyoung being the last two to leave since you were at the back of the class. He blocked the door from you, giving his signature smirk that used to make you melt, but now only makes you wonder what argument he is about to try and start.

“Move” you say, controlling yourself from pushing him away instead.

“That’s not a way to treat your peers, what happened to manners?” he chuckled at you and you kept silent, frustration rising.

“Come on y/n, one little word and then ill gladly move out of your way”

“Are you two okay over there?” you turn around to here your professor talking to you, probably noticing the tension, but not noticing enough to get up from his desk.

“All good here” Jinyoung shot him a thumbs up and then turned back to you. “One little word sweetheart”

“Move…please” you say, and Jinyoung gave you a smile, moving a way and letting you pass and you rushed to you car, already preparing for the next day to come before it has even started.
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You walked into your last class of the next day, already dreading having to take that seat next to your ex boyfriend. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t say anything through this class and you thought maybe he would leave you alone. You knew that you felt his eyes on you, but a word ever left his mouth or yours and it was relieving.

The clock ticked past and you were finally allowed to leave, you  rushed out but Jinyoung left before you, and as you walked to your car  you found him leaning against it.“Where are you rushing off too so quickly?” you sighed at you walked to your car, you thought too soon. It was stupid to think he would leave you and your past with him alone.
“Can you move out of the way please, you’re blocking the drivers door”

“No”

“I said please”

“I don’t care” At this point you patience was wearing thin, and you attempted to push him out of the way, but he was stronger than you and your attempts were useless.

“What do you want!” you raised your voice, giving you and Jinyoung attention from others around you, but you lowered your head and tried keeping you cool.
“I told you, I want to make you feel as miserable as you made me”

“Why cant you just leave it alone! Move on!”

“It’s hard to move on when you STILL haven’t given an explanation on why I should!” now he was raising his voice, not even a week into university and you’re already arguing with him.

“Don’t start Jinyoung, I’m so tired of this, just get the fuck over it and leave me alone! Even months after we haven’t seen each other you still want to fight with me!”

“Stop giving me a reason too then! Maybe if you would stop being so selfish and give me a fucking explanation I would leave this alone! But you won’t!”

“And I’m not going to! So fucking MOVE!” you pushed him out of the way. Both of you officially cursing and yelling at each other, grabbing every passerby’s attention.

“You two!” you hear a shout at you both, silencing the both of you and you stared at one of the school leaders hounding towards you. You both awaited your fate. “This is absolutely disgraceful! Two students fighting in front of MY school! I won’t tolerate this behaviour! Both of you, detention tomorrow after school! My office!” the professor stormed off, everyone around you leaving too, you Jinyoung fuming at each other.

“Look what you did” He had the audacity to say to you.

“Are you fucking kidding me??” you gave him one last glare, getting into you car and slamming the door shut, speeding off to your home, as you spent the rest of the night frustrated and crying in an angry rage, knowing that you won’t be able to take this much longer.
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You and Jinyoung were quiet the whole day, not wanting to worsen your consequences. The awkwardness of having to walk to detention together filling inside you both. You opened the door of the professors office, her head tilting up as you both walked into the room.

“You have an hour and a half with me, sit down, do some work” she spoke coldly, not happy with either of you.

About 35 minutes into yours and Jinyoung’s never ending detention, the sound of the telephone rung through the and both of you heads looked up at the teacher as she picked up the phone.

“Ill be there right away” was the last thing she said.

“I have to go to an important last minute meeting, I will be back to see you both off, don’t cause any more trouble or there will be another month worth of these detentions, got it?” You both nodded at her as she walked out of the room.

It took a few minutes of silence before Jinyoung finally lifted himself from his desk, walking to yours and placing his hands against it.

“Why can’t you just tell me why” You stared up at him.

“Are you serious?? Even in detention you want to start this?”

“I’m just asking a simple question I don’t know why its so hard for you to answer”

“I don’t want to answer it”

“Why!” You stood up from you seat, your faces so close together in frustration.

“Just stop asking Jinyoung!” you both stood your ground, but you weren’t prepared for what he was about to say next.

“You left me! You were everything to me and you left without any explanation at ALL, I think I deserve at least that much after how miserable you made me feel! Like I did something wrong!”

You fought back the tears that were trying to swell in you eyes.

“Jinyoung plea–”

“I loved you!” he shouted, and his words struck you, his words broke you and you couldn’t hold the paragraph inside your head anymore as you blurted out everything to him.

“I loved you too! That’s why I left! Because it scared me, ALL of it! I was scared of the feelings because you know how my parents turned out, you saw how they fought before they got divorced and you see how much they hate each other now! I was scared that it was going to happen to us so I broke it off! I didn’t want to hurt you and I hurt you so much and I’m so sorry! You were everything to me and you still are that’s why I cant stand these arguments anymore! I’m so, so sorry!”

You both shared gazes of shock and for once your facial expressions showed no hate, both of you panting heavy and then suddenly Jinyoung moved towards you, cradling your face as he crashed his lips onto yours, making you jump back slightly. You grabbed the nape of his neck and his hair with both of your hands. The kiss passionate and long overdue, all the feelings since your break up being let out it a single kiss. You moved away from you desk and Jinyoung grabbed you, his arms so tight around you that if you weren’t already holding your breath from kissing, you would be from his grip. Your lips melted into each others, and it never ended, teeth tugged at the bottom of you lips and you gladly opened them to let him in, his tongue roaming around yours and his grip around you becoming tighter as he dominated the kiss. You nibbled at his bottom lip, your tongues battling together and you missed this feeling, you missed kissing him so fucking much. The kiss stopped for only a moment, you faces apart but still only millimeters away from each other, his chest heaving up and down and he breathed and you felt his hot breath on your face, you lust for him grew and you pulled his face right back to you, joining your lips together again, both yours and Jinyoung’s heated kisses screaming of passion. He parted his lips from yours and you hated the loss until he started moving from your lips to your jaw and to you neck, leaving trails of love bites wherever he could, marking you his once again. His lips moved under you ear, remembering that it was yours and his favourite spot from when you used to do this almost everyday, leaving a bruise right in the spot and you moaned against him, the feeling going straight to your core. His hands still placed on your waist and he started walking, dodging the tables and desks, and you walked backwards with him as he pinned you against the wall, his lips reconnecting with your neck and moving down to your collarbone, leaving small bruises, the feeling engulfing you and you barely noticed when he started to unbutton the buttons of the school shirt you both shared.

“What if she comes back” you asked nervous and he looked at you, his pupils dilated and full of lust.

“I don’t care, I’ve missed this too much” you didn’t protest him because you felt the same way, you missed this, all of this, you missed feeling him and his lips and his arms around you, and all the feelings came back at once in this moment, the feelings going straight to your core. He pulled the shirt off of you and threw it onto a nearby desk, you undid the buttons on his shirt, dropping it onto the floor and admiring the body you missed so much. Your lips biting and suck on his neck as he moved his hands around to your back, unclasping your bra and discarding it on the floor. He placed his lips back onto you, licking down your breasts before attaching himself onto your left nipple and you moaned as he kissed and suck and nibbled on your hardening bud, his hand messaging your other breast, your hand gripped into his hair.

“Oh Jinyoung!” you moaned, and he did the same in response, moaning at your voice.

“I missed hearing you moan my name”

“I missed you making me moan your name” you panted in response and your chest heaved up and down from Jinyoung ministrations, he moved lower down your body, his hands moving down with him and he placed them on your thighs, underneath your skirt as he slowly dragged up the material, squeezing both you cheeks in his hands and you grunted at the feeling, you were already so wet for him and he knew it as his finger grazed over your clothed core, and you cursed at the sudden feeling.

“Fuck!” you head tilted upwards as you moaned and he started to speak, diverting your attention back to him as you stared into each others eyes.

“I bet you missed how these fingers made you feel? I bet you missed knowing that only I know how to get you all riled up, I bet you missed me inside you, my touch, my tongue, everything else that made you look like this”

His words traveled straight through your body to your core, you knew the look on your face right now would be of pure desperation, you wanted him so badly and you were showing it, and he could easily see. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes I did Jinyoung, I missed all of it, and I can’t wait to feel you again” you gasped as he picked you up, your legs instinctively placed around his waist, he carried you to the professors desk placing you on it, knocking down cups of pens and other paperwork, he pulled you forward and spread your legs before he dropped onto his knees and looked up at you, smirking as he started to leave kisses on your inner thighs, so close to where you wanted him but not quite there, you leaned your hands behind you, keeping yourself upright, he looked back up at you, your eyes locking together as he pulled you underwear down your legs, dropping them to the floor and bringing his face back to your core. His hot breath fanning you and he placed a finger inside you, your head thrown back at the  sudden act.

“Ugh! Jinyoung–” he pumped his finger in and out easily, your wetness coating his fingers.

“You’re so wet for me baby, how much do you want me??” you couldn’t find your voice to reply to him as he added another finger inside of you, your mouth widening and your breathing shaky. He looked up at you while he continued his sinful act, missing how you looked when you were like this, and you looked and sounded beautiful to him, he didn’t care about anything else in that moment besides pleasuring you. He increased the speed of his fingers and started to curl them inside you, you gripped the sides of the desks, the edges making your hands red and your knuckles white with the effort as Jinyoung pleased you, hitting the spot each time with his fingers and it sent you into your own world, you moaned and cursed Jinyoung’s name and he was thriving off of it. His fingers continued their devilish act inside you, and then his mouth came closer to you, and he started to lick your clit, his tongue joining in on the ministrations of his fingers and you haven’t heard such noises and whimpers come out of your mouth like this in a very long time. Jinyoung placed kitten licks repeatedly on your clit and you felt dizzy from all the feelings, his fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of you and his tongue licking torture.

“Fuck! oH my god Jinyoung!” you screamed his name in delight, not caring how loud you were in the almost empty university. Your hand latched onto Jinyoung’s hair, tugging desperately at it making him moan against you, you felt the vibrations of his moans on your clit and it felt heavenly. His teeth joined the sinful acts as he started grazing slightly over his clit, sucking and nibbling on it and you felt your eyes roll back and the knot in your stomach start to tighten and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer, not at the rate he was going. He licked up and down you, making sure to pay extra attention on your clit as he sucked it.

“Jinyoung fuck I’m so close-AH!” your walls clenched around his fingers as you felt your orgasm approaching but then all of a sudden he stopped, his mouth separating from you and his fingers removed, and you burst with frustration.

“What are you going!” you asked, your frustration evident.

“I want to be inside you when I make you come” your heat jumped at his words and it excited you, and you anticipated what was next to come. Jinyoung lifted himself onto his feet, he grabbed you waist, pulling you off the table and flipping you around, now bending you over it. Jinyoung flipped the skirt onto your back and you were on display for him, vulnerable and it turned you on more than anything. You heard his belt and pants hit the floor and you stared back at him, licking your lips in excitement, you looked into his eyes, his eyes now black and full of lust, his sex hair on display, his mouth plum and red and he looked so fucking sexy you could come right there and then, his eyes concentrated on you and he grabbed you waist as he lined his length with your entrance, he rubbed his length up and down on you and you couldn’t handle the teasing you just wanted him inside you.

“Jinyoung please-FUCK!” he pushed into you in a instant, giving no time to spare and no time for you to adjust as he started pumping in and out of you. He brought his tip all the out before slamming all the way, balls deep back into you.

“Fuck you feel so good baby, I missed you around me” deep groans and grunts escaped his plump lips and his eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure overwhelmed you both. You rocked up and down on the desk, gripping the sides for support as he slammed hard in and out of you, but at an agonizingly slow pace which you knew he was doing on purpose, the slow speed made you write underneath him, just wanted him to go faster, but you couldn’t speak out your request because you couldn’t find you voice, you were lost in this hard thrusts and all you could do was moan. You tried to find you voice, moaning pleas to Jinyoung and he eventually got the message, deciding to finally quicken his pace, thrusting faster in and out of you.

Jinyoung hand grabbed onto your neck, pulling you and you moved up with him, your faces together and he kissed you as he thrusted into you relentlessly, you kisses messy and rushed as you bounced up down, sweat beads forming on both of your foreheads. you faced forwards again but kept yourself standing up as Jinyoung fucked you from behind, leaving kisses on the back of your neck at the same time.

“Faster please!” Jinyoung listened to your requests and he thrusted faster into you, faster than you could imagine and the room was spinning around you, your eyes clenched shut as he stretched your walls, your hands sore from gripping the table so hard and your waist to surely be bruised from the grip Jinyoung has on it. Jinyoung cursed behind you, and then he pulled out of you, flipped you around, lifting you up and placing you back onto the desk, he slammed back into you and you screamed in pleasure as he was once again fastening his pace and thrusting harder, which you didn’t think was possible. Jinyoung grabbed your leg, placing it around his waist and you did the same with the other, the new angle allowing Jinyoung to hit you deeper, and hit you right in the spot which made you mewl in delight. You honestly didn’t not know how anyone left in the university couldn’t hear you, but you were definitely not scared if they did or if they came in because you were too lost in the moment to give a fuck.

“FUck! Right there baby!” you threw you head back into delight as he hit you g-spot with every thrust, you felt your orgasm high approaching and you moved your hand to your clit, rubbing vigorous circles to help you along the way. Jinyoung stared at your fingers and their actions, watching you pleasure yourself as he also pleasured you and the sight for him was almost unbearable. You moaned and cursed and screamed in delight as he thrusted in an out of your, your fingers quickening their pace on your clit as you felt your stomach tighten, you walls clenched around Jinyoung, making him groan and curse deeply in response, he knew this meant you were close so he continued his hardest to get you to your peak, his lips once again latching onto your breasts, while he continued his thrusts and you continued the movement with your fingers. He sucked and nibbled at your breast and this was the last thing you needed before your orgasm washed over you, your juices released around Jinyoung and he groaned at the feeling, you started to see stars and you screamed as your orgasm hit you like no other, your walls clenching, your hand left your clit and joined the other in gripping the table, almost bleeding from gripping so hard, Jinyoung’s relentless thrusts allowing you to ride out your high for as long as possible and you felt pure ecstasy, your body shuddering and tingling and your breath shaking. You chest heaved up and down and your heart racing a marathon as you started to calm down from what was the best high you’ve had in a very long time. You finally relaxed from your high, feeling weak and feeling absolutely spent, but Jinyoung continues thrusting into you, chasing his own high. Although the over sensitivity overwhelmed you, you used all your effort to continue and get Jinyoung to reach his high, you grabbed his hair, pulling his face towards you and smashed your lips onto him, both of you grunting into the kiss, only separating to take many needed breaths, you bit and nibbled onto his bottom lip and your tongue dominated his as he concentrated on his thrusts inside you, your hand tightened in his hair and he loved the feeling, his orgasm starting to close in very quickly. You purposely clenched your walls around him in efforts to get him there sooner and it was definitely working as he removed himself from your kiss, moaning and cursing as he placed his head in the crook of your shoulder, your fingers gripped as his shoulders, leaving red marks and scratches and they moved down.

“Fuck y/n!” he groaned, his breathing rocky and his orgasm finally ripping through him, his muscles tensed as he orgasmed, pure euphoria making his body shake as he rose out his high, his seed released into you, the feeling warm inside you. His eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes clamped shut. His teeth bit into your shoulder at the feeling of his high and you hissed at the pleasurable pain. Worn out curses and moans left his mouth as his thrusts started to become sloppy and he started to relax, you leaned back onto the table and just watched him as he slowed to a final stop, his arms placed down to rest beside you as he hovered over you. His breathing slowly becoming steady and the pacing of his heart starting to slow, he looked into your eyes, placing a kiss on your lips as he removed himself from you, and you were saddened by the loss. He pulled his jeans back up and you watched him as he got dressed, you didn’t know how someone could make buttoning up a shirt look so sexy, but of course he managed. He walked back at you, a silly smile on his face as you fixed his very obvious sex hair as best you could. He grabbed your underwear of the floor, sliding the material back up your legs, the gesture cute and you laughed at him. He reached for your hands, pulling you up and off the table, he handed your shirt to you and you placed it back on.

“We better make this room look presentable again” he said to you and you looked around and laughed, you didn’t realise how much of a mess you created, the professors desk ruined (you started with that one first - placing everything back in the right spots), the tables moved and the chairs fallen, and when you two had cleaned up you walked up to Jinyoung, giving him a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry Jinyoung, I’m never letting you go again” his hands ran through your hair and he kissed your forehead.

“I’ll never let you go either”. You two embraced in the hug and you didn’t want to let it go, but had to when you heard footsteps coming down the hallway, you both scrambled to your seats, just in time for the professor to walk into the room, her facial expressing assuming something suss, but ignoring it as she sat at her desk.

“You two can go” she said coldly at you. You and Jinyoung smiled at each other, rushing out of the room.

“My place?” he asked you.

“Sure thing, but I’m driving” you rattled your car keys in his face, you both shared laughter, finally back together, which is the only place you two should be.




Masterlist <3



Im Yours | Part two

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

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It’s been three weeks. Three weeks of waking up early to be welcomed by BamBam, who now was so comfortable with you he started waiting in your living room and helping himself to coffee once he got there. Three weeks of the tinted car ride to the house filled with jokes and laughing as you and BamBam picked on the driver. Three weeks of making three meals a day for seven boys, and three weeks of still not knowing who the hell the seventh person was.

You didn’t mind though, the boys you did know were enough as it was, given their loud personalities.  You’d find yourself in between meals still with the boys who came and went in usually groups of two. You knew they were mainly in there for the snacks you’d make but you enjoyed their company so much you didn’t care. That didn’t stop you from teasing them though.

“Can it Youngjae, I know you’re only in here cause I’m preparing you a stupid cheese platter.” Or “If I throw out this cookie dough would you leave me alone?”

Today was just like all those before, but today Yugyeom would take his boss the egg Benedict you had prepared before you turned to prepare it for the rest of the boys. Jackson always seemed to make you laugh so hard that you almost dropped your spatula, which would send Youngjae into a fit of giggles. BamBam finally walked into the kitchen, his eyes going from tired to excited as he watched the commotion around you.

“Oh, hey Bam, can you add oregano, vanilla extract, and more eggs to the grocery list?” You started as he walked over to sit on his usual spot on the counter. You turned in time to see him nod and you noticed something on the collar of his shirt. Wiping your hands on your apron you approached him and took the fabric between your fingers.

“Did you nick yourself while shaving?” You asked, eyebrows pushing together as you pinpointed the spot as blood.

“What?” He’d say rubbing his hands down his neck. “I don’t think so?”

“There’s blood on your collar…” you said pulling at it more incase there was a cut somewhere else he didn’t notice.

As you pulled at his shirt, BamBam let his eyes flick up to Jackson and Youngjae, all of them knowing perfect that that wasn’t BamBams blood.

“Take your shirt off Ill try to get that out.” You said patting his chest and bringing his attention back to you.

Without wanting you to ask any more questions or suspect anything he quietly stripping of his jacket and white shirt while you quickly finish breakfast, Yugyeom and Mark entering. The kitchen just as you slid the communal plate across the counter to them. You turned back to BamBam and thanked him as he handed you his shirt.

“I cut my finger.” He lied, folding his arms over his chest that was still covered by a wife beater.

You nodded and crouched, pulling a few things out from under the sink before turning the faucet on. The boys watched you scrub at the stain, cursing it as it only faded a little.

“BamBam how long ago did you cut your finger!? It’s not budging!” You said, knowing that around the 12 hour mark was when this concoction you’re grandmother had taught you stopped working well. He just shrugged and took another bite of his food.

You gave up, it wasn’t going to come out fully and you were surprised you were even able to get it to turn to more of a light coffee stain color.

“Don’t wait so long next time, BamBam, damn.” You scolded tossing his shirt back to him.

Jackson chuckled at this, the thought of you scolding one of them was humorous, especially since if you knew how he really got that stain you wouldn’t have even been in the same room as him.

What do you MEAN he slipped?” Jaebum said dangerously to all of the boys as they crowded around the table. Seeing BamBam returning to his room without his shirt sparked curiosity in Jaebums eye. He didn’t expect to have to deal with the fact that BamBam was wearing the blood of the man he had beat into talking the night before.

“At least she thinks it’s mine!” He said waving a hand.

“This time!” Jaebum said smacking the table hard, causing everyone to jump and fully look at him. “I’ve been nice. I’ve let you have your friend. There was ONE RULE!” He said siting down to try and calm himself but just working himself back up again.

“If any of you slip up and she becomes suspicious, you are the one who’ll get to shoot your new friend.” He said before waving his hand.

You didn’t mind that no one was in the kitchen with you, usually after breakfast no one was as they all left to get work done. You took this time to start preparing the meat for dinner, creating a dry rub and needing the meat through it. The sound of a light bang followed by the sound of muffled yelling startled you, but made you smirk and after a few minutes when Yugyeom and Jackson filed back into the kitchen and started to pick at the nuts you were going to use during lunch, you looked at them smugly.

“Someone got in troubleeeee.” You teased not looking up from the meat you were working.

“You’re a smart ass.” Jackson said.

“What are you gonna do.” You shrugged getting Yugyeom to laugh slightly.

You were really excited for dinner. You were making a personal favorite so when the boys slowly started to file into the kitchen from the smell all you could do was smile. Everyone was there, to include Jinyoung who had warmed up quite a bit since you first met him. Right now he was laughing at something Yugyeom had said his eyes watching your hands as they worked.

“Wow it smells amazing in here.” You heard from beside you. You watched everyone straighten in the seat and BamBam hopped of the counter before you turned to the voice.

He was even more handsome up close than he was from where he stood in the balcony. His hair now sleekly swept away from his face and in one of the nicest suits you have ever seen. His lips had turned slightly up as he smiled at you before looking down to the food thy was cooking in front of you. Looking to Jackson you mouthed boss? And nodded when he rose his eyebrows as a way to say yes.

“Um, Brown sugar glazed porkchops with garlic lemon asparagus and a balsamic peach and feta salad.” You said telling him the menu for dinner.

“Very impressive. Do you mind if I join you all?” He asked, his eyes not leaving your face as you smiled.

“The big bad boss is finally coming out of his cave?” It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it and seeing the way Yugyeom’s head snapped up to you instantly mumbled a sorry.

But the sound of him chuckling made you, and really everyone else in front of you, snap your head to look at him.

“Jinyoung was right, you do have a mouth on you.” His smile dropped slightly but the spark behind his eye was still there.

“It’s both a blessing and a curse.” You shrugged biting your lip a little while making him chuckle again.

Dinner was a little awkward for the boys with him there, but you found yourself enjoying that he was there, as he asked you question after question. At one point his eyes tightened and his lips opened to revile the most beautiful smile you ever seen. You couldn’t help but blush as he laughed, thanking yourself that it was an embarrassing story.

“Were such bad friends.” Mark, who was still chuckling softly at your story of how you ran around your neighborhood naked until you were 7, said pulling your attention away to look at him. “We’ve been your friends for what? Three weeks now? I feel like I’ve learned more about you in the 20 minutes Jaebum has been sitting here.” He said as everyone agreed.

“Well to be fair the only thing I know about you guys is your name.” You shrugged, not really caring since they were fun to be around.

“Y/n.” Jaebum said, obviously about to change the subject. “I think it’s safe to say having you here is great for all of us, but BamBam was telling me you live almost an hour away?” He said, the rest of the boys sitting up and smiling as if they knew what was going to be said next.

“Yeah.. never realize how much you guys wear me out till we get in the car to go home.” You said chuckling.

“They are behaving right?” He asked raising an eyebrow, you smiled noticing the two moles that kissed the bottom of his brow.

“If they weren’t I’m pretty handy with my knife skills so you don’t have to worry about me.” You said making everyone around you laugh.

“Good to know. These guys can be animals sometimes.” He said slightly raising his eyebrow even more as all the others looked to their neighbor trying not to be too cocky at the compliment their boss had given them.

You had stayed a little big longer that night, red wine flowing around the large table you all settled in. The boys even started to open up a little, chiming in with child hood stories here and there. You found yourself completely entranced by Jaebum as you laughed at everything he said and turning to look at him every time he made a noise. It was the getting to the point where you were blushing at every word he said towards you.

“Damn this wine…” you said looking at the last sip you had, shaking your head as the boys laughed before you’re hands went to your hot cheeks.

“Okay, I’m going to start cleaning so I can go home.” You said fanning your hot face before standing up.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jaebum started, catching your hand as you started to reach for his plate. “The boys will do it.” He said.

You looked to the boys who all fell into a grumpy state before standing up and taking their plates. You sat back down and thanked Yugyeom for taking yours before turning back to Jaebum.

“I still should probably get home though, I’m a monster in the morning if I don’t get eight hours.” You said shrugging slightly.

“Alright. Let’s go.” He said smiling before instructing Jinyoung to get your things.

“Really, I can get my own stuff.” You said as Jinyoung disappeared into the kitchen.

“Y/n, you have been basically babysitting these guys the least they can do for you is collect your knives. You shrugged at this, he wasn’t lying.

When Jinyoung returned he bowed slightly before telling you goodnight and soon BamBam was exiting the kitchen.

"I think I’ll join you tonight, if that’s alright.” He said looking to BamBam who just nodded and took your things.