i want this on my future car

ah_michaeljones: 

“Gather round, for Michael has a story to tell you. 

Recently, I once again found myself in an interesting position. An opportunity for me to try something new (career wise) presented itself and I had to ponder whether or not I would do it. I weighed the options, the pros and cons, the best and worst case scenarios. I decided that I would probably not perform well and instead of potentially embarrassing myself in a field that is more or less unknown to me, I passed on the opportunity. You would think that would be the end of it but it wasn’t. For some reason I couldn’t shake this odd feeling. Like I had done something wrong. Now many of you might say “Michael that’s crazy! You don’t care about anything!” Oh how wrong you are. It’s true I’ve become quite comfortable in front of the camera at Roosterteeth but this doesn’t apply to all walks of life. In these past few days, thinking of this offer I declined because I KNEW I would be no good, it reminded me of another time I thought that. In 2014 I had the amazing opportunity to audition for a role in the Funimation dub of Fairy Tail. This was a dream come true. I’ve always wanted to voice act ever since I was a kid. I printed out my lines and practiced for days and days but when the day of the audition finally came, I backed out. I told Lindsay that I wasn’t good enough and that I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of these professionals who I had never met. She refused to let me. More or less forcing me into the car, she drove me 3 ½ hours to Dallas for the audition I KNEW I would fail. Well as you may know, I did go, I did audition, and I got the part. All because my wife believed in me when I didn’t. Pondering this, and where I’ve gotten so far in life by taking chances on the unknown, I changed my mind about this future opportunity. I won’t refuse to try. I won’t rely on someone else to push me to fulfill my dreams. I won’t stop taking chances. My point is this. Maybe I will fuck it up and make a total fool of myself, but maybe I won’t. Maybe it’ll be one of the greatest experiences of my life that I might never get a second chance at. Who knows? I won’t let the unknown stop me. Neither should you.”

The thing is I don’t think I will ever get over you, and I’m not sure if I want to. I don’t want to find someone knew, I don’t want to meet someone else. I don’t want to kiss lips that aren’t yours, sleep beside a body that isn’t yours. I want to hold your hand, I want to hear your laughter, I want the sound of your voice, and be sitting beside you in the car. I want my future to be with you, only you. I want it to be you. Always.
don’t you see?
i don’t just want you
i want us

i want the sleepy good morning kisses, before you leave for work
and i’m not even awake enough to kiss back
but i can still feel you there before you’re gone
i want the insecurity, yours and mine
when the anxiety doesn’t let us believe the kind and truthful words we say
but we still say them anyway
i want the waiting, waiting for you to come home
waiting to get off of work so i can text you about my day
waiting for your phone call so i can hear your voice
waiting for you
i want the arguments, knowing everything is going to be okay in the end
because we loved each other more than anything
because we’d never let a little fight come between us
i want the long days
and the even longer nights
i want to make out in the back of your car like horny teenagers
and i want weekly dinner dates like an old married couple
and i want to be in bed by eight pm like old people in love
i want you to tell me when i’m being a bitch
i want to be able to tell you when you’re being a bitch
i want honestly
i want serious talks about our future
and the things we’re afraid of
and the things we’ve never talked about before
i want a best friend
someone i can confide in
someone who builds me up
someone who stays by my side while i put myself back together
i want to be your best friend
someone to cheer you on
someone to support you
someone to hold your hand while you walk through the storm so you won’t be alone
i want it all
the good
the bad
the ugly
the moments we’d rather forget
and the moments we’ll never, ever forget
i want memories that will last us a lifetime
i want a love that could rival the big screen
one that nicholas sparks could only dream about writing
i want everyday to feel like a dream come true
i want
you
all of you
i want the parts of you that you don’t even want
and i want you to want me
all of me
i want to be fearlessly
and forever
in love with you
—  now what do you want?
(cc, 2017)
Friends Part 7

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2276

Warnings: Angst, fuffly ( and a lot of confused people)

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You wake up feeling awful, your head is hurting like hell and you feel weak. You know that you need to get up, put some clothes on and eat some breakfast. But you don’t want to move, you are so comfortable and for a brief moment, you feel normal and safe between your sheets.

Unfortunately, the moment doesn’t last long, all the events of yesterday reappear in your mind all at once but this time you can see things with a little more clarity.

You are stuck in a dilemma between sense and sensibility.

You are so overwhelmed by your own feelings that you decide to take the advice of one of your favorite professors in college.Every time that you are feeling confused or your feelings are overpowering you, you should write a letter to yourself explaining what is going on.

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Literally how I became happy.

A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
BTW THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH HAVING LONG HAIR OR A MORE SIMPLE STYLE I FULLY SUPPORT IT. YOU DONT HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON OR LIVE A WILD UNCONVENTIONAL LIFE TO BALL OUT ON EVERYONE THATS JUST HOW I CHOOSE TO DO IT HAHA. EVERYONE IS A BALLER IN THEIR OWN WAY I EMBRACE AVERAGE LOOKING PEOPLE AND WILD LOOKING PEOPLE, AS LONG AS YOURE LIVING A LIFE YOU LOVE AND CHOOSING WHAT TRULY FULFILLS YOU!!!!!!!!!!! WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE JUST LIVE IT BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT 🙌🏼
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗

Distractions + Bonus Chat

Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader

Request:

T'challa x Reader where she wants to ask him out but the others find the most random things to ask to distract them     

A/N: The bonus chat is at the end of this. And Wade is in it, so as always, language.


Wanda has created a chatroom.

Wanda has added Y/N.

Wanda: So, how’d it go? Did you ask T'Challa yet?

Y/N: Something came up and he had to leave for Wakanda. It’s fine, I’ll ask him when he gets back.

Wanda: It could be months, Y/N. You shouldn’t wait. Ask him now.

Wanda: I know what you’re doing, and don’t you dare!

Y/N: Huh? I’m not doing… whatever it is that you presume I am.

Wanda: So you’re not searching for quotes on being patient as an excuse to not ask him now?

Y/N: Dammit, you know me too well!

Y/N: How would I ask him now, anyway?

Wanda: If only the Avengers had some secure, private means of communicating with each other…

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|Don’t play with me|R.MANTLE

Imagine about: Reggie and the reader are engaged while they still in school. They want to build their future together, but what happened when Reggie will be offered to start his football training in California? 

WARNING(S): Kinda smutty imagine, not gonna lie, all the love in the atmosphere (may case nausea) Reggie fucking mantle is such a sweetheart! like bitch fight me if I’m wrong 
 


It wasn’t hard to figure out Y/N’s emotions. I’ve studied her face and her moods for a long time now that I could almost always tell what she was feeling. 

She didn’t wear her emotions on her face around other people, but around me she did. Even if she didn’t, she couldn’t hide them from me for long. 

Her face was picture of blankness now. You’d never think something was wrong unless you looked hard enogh, unless you knew he facial expressions that go with her moods. Right now there was a very tiny furrow on her right eyebrow– you’d miss it if you weren’t looking hard enough. 

I always looked.

And I knew that very tiny furrow was an indication that she was annoyed. 

“How was your last exam?” I asked, thinking maybe she didn’t do well on it. 

I couldn’t imagine why. She had her nose on her textbooks all week, barely paying attention to me. 

“Good. How was yours?” 

“It’s all over now for me.” I shrugged my shoulders. 

She said she was hungry so I took her to Pop’s. I would taken her back to my flat so we could order pizza and catch some sleep there— and maybe more— but I haven’t taken her out on a date since last week. 

Besides, this is what girls wanted after laboriously studying for exams, right? Go out and celebrate? 

She wasn’t looking at me but frowning on the fish and chips on her plate. I wanted her eyes on my. Just on me. 

I sneakily fished out a couple of fries from her plate and thew them in my mouth. She didn’t glare and slap my arm like I was expecting her to. 

Yeah, something was up. 

“If I did something wrong. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot and I will do anything– grovel at your fit, buy you diamonds, a car— no?” I grinned when she looked up at me dryly. “Okay, how about If I buy you a big jar of chocolate cream?” 

That teased a small smile out of her. 

When she caught me staring at her lips, I grinned. 

“Do you have your period?” 

Now she laughed reluctantly then looked at me with exasperation and fondness. 

“I saw Chuck today.” 

My smile disappeared. “Did he say anything to you?” 

“I didn’t know you accepted that offer in California” 

I put my fork down. “If I had a choice, I would not go” I sighed “My mom arranged these things. I have no say about it anymore, she thinks that football practise will change my life. And I really don’t care about that. She says it’s a good oppurtinity for me, but it never is. 

“What do you mean?” 

I picked up her hand, traced circles on her palm. 

“My mom is a businesswoman. That scholarship is a introductiobn for me to our business partners, investors and to get more investors. Thing of it this way: my mom is a T-rex. She needs food to feed herself and her babies. So she looks for a place where all the animals with the most body fat gather. And then she starts picking the fattest of them all.” 

She laughed, rolled her eyes then grinned at me. “Only you would make an analogy like that.” 

“That’s why you like me.” I kissed her fingers. 

And when her breathing picked up and those tempting lips parted, it was all I could do not to pull her out of her chair, dragged her to my car and kiss the hell out of her. 

“Baby…” 

I leaned closer to that I could feel her breath on my face. Her eyes glazed in yearning and I noticed the rise and fall of her chest, the creamines of her skin, I wanted to lick it. “Lets—” 

When she bit her bottom lip, I was ready to call the server. But then my phone rang. When I saw the name on the screen, I nearly groaned. “I have to take this I’m sorry, love” 

“Go ahead.” 

It was my mom and she wanted me to start my training today. I knew she didn’t like wasting time but I just finished my exams today. And I wanted to be with my girl. 

If I knew my mom would let me take today off I would have insisted it but we both know my reprieve was over. She wanted me to take over some of the operations while I was still in school, but I made a deal with her: I didn’t want to have anything to do with any of our business until I’ve finished school. 
But after that, I woul’d dedicate myself in learning everything. She agreed. 

A promise is a promise. Besides this was for Y/N and our future together. 

“That was my mom, Y/N. She wants me to fly to California and meet with my coach there to start my training. 

She opened her mouth to protest– I could see it in her eyes. She was looking forward to seeing me today too. And that was a huge consolation for me at least. But whatever she was going to sat she didn’t. Instead she called our server to have our foods packed away. 


“I know,” I said softly once we were inside my car. I joined our fingers together, kissing her palm. “I was looking forward to spending today and tonight with you, And house hunting tomorrow.” 

“It’s alright, Reggie. There’s no rush.” 

“I want to rush.” 

She smiled and reached out her hand to push my hair away from my face. 
“You need a haircut.” 

“I didn’t know she’d want me to start today. I would tell her to postpone it if I hadn’t made a promise to her that after school I’d dedicate myself into learning the business. And she’d told that guy to fly to Riverside today to meet me. He’s on his way there now. I have to catch a plane— 

“Reggie.” 

She covered my mouth with her hand to shut me up. I licked it. 

When she slaped my arm and laughed, I felt better. I knew then it was okay. 

“You don’t have to explain. I understand. I’d be busy with work this summer too.” 

I didn’t bother arguing with her or telling her that I didn’t want her to work. I already knew her answer. 

“I don’t know how long this will take. I’ll try to make it tonight or tomorrow.” 

She looked at me, leaned closer and shyly kissed my lips. 

I knew she only wanted a brief kiss but I had been going crazy dreaming about her lips, her hands on me, sounds she made when I touched her. 

I had been going insane replaying that night when I took her and made love to her. Going insane from craving for the feel of her nialls bitting in my back, her legs tightening around me and her eyes glazing over when she reached what I was desperately trying to give her. 

So when her soft lips grazed mine, I lost control. I gripped her hair in my hands and pulled her to me. Into me. And I devoured. 

“Oh God, Reggie” 

I bit her bottom lip lightly, sucked on it. “Come here.” 

Lifted her on top of me. 

“Just a little more. Give me a little more, baby” 

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I adjusted her so that she was sitting where I wanted her to. I gripped her hips, pushing and pulling and urging her to move whe it felt good. 

Her eyes were clouded with desire as they meet mine. I thrust my hips upward, mesmerized when she placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned her head back exposing her neck to me. I licked at it hungrily. 

She let out a sexy moan and started to rock her hips faster. 

“Yeah, that’s the way, Y/N. Damn. Keep going” 

I watched as she took what she needed, as she let herself go lost in the incredible sensation of our bodies sliding and rubbing against each other. 

I would given her everything she asked of me. She was so fucking beautiful I couldn’t help but watch as she took and took and took. 

I kissed her hungrily before she shattered in my arms. 

It was a moment before I could finally speak. She was drapped on me, her lips on my neck as her breathing finally slowed down. 

“You just dry humped me in the parking lot,” I muttered. 

And then her shoulders started to shake before her loud peals of laughter filled the car. 

“I love it.” 

“Ohgod Reggie. You drive me crazy.” 

I pulled her back, kissing ger again. I couldn’‘t get enogh. “I can drive you crazier. Just wait until I—” 

She growled and covered my mouth with her hand. When she was sure I wouldn’t do anything, she rested her chin on my shoulder and I stroked her hair gently. 

“I’ll come home to you as soon as I can,” I promised. 

“I’ll be waiting.” 

“I miss you already.” 

“I know,” she whispered. “I miss you allready too.” 



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Friends Part 6

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2749 (ops)

Warnings: Fluffy, sadness and all flashbacks are in italic

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Originally posted by flyngdream

The elevator ride was torture, it felt like hours and hours but in reality, you know that was only a few minutes.  You take a deep breath looking in the mirror of the elevator, your lips are puffy from the kiss and your neck is red from his beard scratching you.

You look like a mess.

All you want is go home, take off this bikini that is making you feel exposed and take a long hot shower. You feel like you made a huge mistake, you just don’t know what the mistake was. If it was the kiss or never letting Bucky say whatever was that he wanted to say to you.

You tap your pockets looking for your car keys, you curse yourself when you remember that you came here with Bucky and now you don’t have any idea how you are going to get home. Anyone you might ask for a ride, it’s going to ask a lot of questions and you don’t want to answer any of it.

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anonymous asked:

perfect date

He picks me up. He already has reservations made at my favorite restaurant. We laugh over dinner, enjoy great food, and a couple of drinks before heading out. We get in the car and he already has plans to take me to one of his favorite spots by the water. He’s brought a bottle of my favorite wine, a blanket, and dessert to share. We talk for hours about our dreams, likes and dislikes, and our hopes for the future. After we realize that the night has turned to morning, we get in the car and he drops me off at my apartment with a kiss or two. He’s already asked me for another date. 

I’m fairly easy to please. I just want a guy that knows what he wants, and goes for it. I’m done with the type of guy that asks me what I want to do, or has no opinion of his own to contribute. It’s a turn-off if I have to beg the guy to hangout, or he simply says, “Want to hangout?” I want tradition. I want someone to go out of their way for me. I’m the kind of person that dedicates everything to the people I love so I expect the same in return. 

Sex Workers: Don't let a Poor Man tear you Down

I just had a “client” call to inquire about my rates, and then tell me I didn’t have “the type of body” for my rates while trying to tell me he still wanted to fuck me to fulfill his fantasies in the future. At first I started letting my neurotic insecurities take over, started noticing the extra pound I gained, examining breakouts from weeks ago, things that he doesn’t even know or see.

Then I got some sense back into me, and reverse searched his number.

Research Stalking: ON

LOL, it’s a bald, middle aged, Hispanic guy living in the hood projects of Los Angeles with 2-3 kids from different baby mama’s. The rusting bucket car in his profile is worth less than my hourly rate.

I sent back “My especially positive reviews online are good indicators that I clearly have an upscale clientele base that deem my figure "worthy”. Unfortunately for you, I only cater to a very selective caliber of men who are successful in life. I’m sorry to hear that you certainly don’t qualify to be part of the lifestyle I cater to. It’s one thing to be poor, it’s another to be bitter about it. I wish you luck in your search for a girl that you MIGHT be able to afford, and who you won’t feel so threatened by simply because women are out of your reach. There’s no need to discuss a future meeting because I’m only interested in successful men with class. Please be aware any messages or calls you send back will be lost in the abyss of blocked numbers. Have a good day.“.

There’s been wealthy men who’ve insulted me but few. In my experience, nobody is as vindictive and degrading as an unsuccessful man after hearing rates or allowances he can’t afford. Whatever he says to tear you down (criticizing weight, curve sizes, facial features, age, etc) is done so HE feels better because he can’t attain what other men he’s jealous of, can. It’s backtracking cause he doesn’t want to admit he wants something he can’t have.

(This is of course, for the ladies that don’t "bait and switch” or catfish POTS or clients.) It’s not unreasonable for a man to say your rates are way too high if you’re falsely advertising something or someone you’re not.

Moral of the story to all SW: If he’s called/texted/reached out to you in an attempt to set up a meeting or arrangement, you’re obviously attractive enough. You are something that he wanted but can’t admit simply because he can’t afford you. It doesn’t matter what your rate is, whether it’s lower or higher than the average; he reached out in hopes of meeting you.

Don’t let a poor man tell you you’re worth less because of his own empty pockets.

hullo, rping community !  today we thought we ( gillian, jas and karina ) would make a guide on roleplaying adopted characters, as we’ve seen several people rp it, and unknowing of course, were actually a bit offensive. as someone who is adopted, we wanted to clear up some things, so hopefully you find this useful ! please like / reblog if you do

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Second Time Around - (Taeoh’s  4th Birthday)

Synopsis: Jongin struggles to balance life as an idol and life as a father. His four year old son is growing up and beginning to notice his absence and attempts to find a fatherly figure in your boyfriend, Seunghyun. 

Word count: 5,538

Characters: Kim Jongin a.ka Kai (EXO), Oh Sehun (EXO), Choi Seunghyun (BigBang), Kim Taeoh, and other EXO members. 

Warnings: Eyebrow Shaving, Gum Stuck in Hair, Sehun’s dancing skills, and Taeoh and Kai’s cuteness. 

Part One

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The flight to Paris was horrible. It was ten hours of constant panic attacks from you, Taeoh fidgeting in his seat whining at the top of his lungs that he wanted to get off the plane, then there was Seunghyun who had lost his phone and made all the flight attendants help him look for it because he didn’t have a lock on his phone and had things in it that were not suitable for the public eye. To top it all off, you were sprawled on the bathroom floor of the plan for almost half of the trip vomiting because of altitude sickness.

When the three of you finally got off of the plane you were all half dead and beyond pissed off. You reeked of vomit and had dark circles under your eyes which contrasted your sickly green skin. Seunghyun had bags on every limb of his body and apart from having to hold Taeoh’s hand, he had to half-carry half-drag you through the airport because you were so weak your knees wobbled every time you took a step. Taeoh looked like a train wreck, his usually silk hair resembled a bird’s nest. He had snuck a piece of gum out of your purse and somehow managed to get it stuck in his hair. You were honestly too sick to care.

Seunghyun looks at you then Taeoh before chuckling to himself. “Thank god for masks.”

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Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC) Part 3

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

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It happened so gradually that neither of them realized they were becoming friends until they actually were. At some point, Iris was already there when Jughead came to Pop’s, she sometimes ordered fries and onion rings and she shared them with him as if it was the most natural thing to do. They liked to dip them in vanilla milkshake and Jughead ate the cherry on top while Iris ate the whipped cream. They no longer wrote all the time and ended up spending entire evenings doing nothing but dipping fries in the vanilla shake and talking, sharing far-fetched theories about Jason Blossom’s death or discussing literature and Tarantino movies.

Jughead kept using dry humor to drag her when things became a little too intimate or when a conversation made him uncomfortable. Iris could take a hint and tried not to talk about these again – the first time, it was about his family. It was three weeks after they first met. She stord it I the touchy subjects drawer in her head and never mentioned it again, despite her curiosity. Everything about him stung her curiosity though, she couldn’t help it.

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Colors (Part 15)

Genre : Mafia/gangg AU

Word count : 9K

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You woke up from another nightmare. Lately you’ve been having too many of those.. You always end up waking up in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat, hands trembling in an unknown fear and a strange jittery feeling in your chest that you can’t seem to shake off. It makes breathing uneasy, feels like a heavy weight above you that’s pushing you down. Finding sleep after that is next to impossible.

3 nights in a row now, the nightmares never end. Mornings are gloomy and nights have become sleepless. The fact that you’re in a different house now doesn’t really help.

This time it wasn’t Min Yoongi though. It was someone else, covered in all black from head to toe; he dragged you by your arm in a huge pit of fire. You screamed as the flames rose 50ft above the ground and swallowed you whole. Your flesh burned and you called for help but nobody came. Until you woke up and found yourself in your room all alone.

You sat on your bed now, hugging your knees while looking out the open window beside you. A cold breeze passes through your hair and an owl hoots somewhere in the far distance as you look on; you can hear the cicadas buzzing. In the stillness of the night you can even hear the wind howling. After sometime you start to feel an ease, the weight on your chest lifts up and your heart settles down.

Then you hear some rustling outside your door, metallic clatter of pots and pans. There’s light seeping into your room through the small gap below the door. The time on your watch shows “12:45 AM”. What was Jin cooking so late at night?

You crawl out of your bed; the floor is cold and creaks underneath your foot with each step. You open the door carefully, step into the small living area and you tiptoe towards the kitchen without making a sound. Standing in a corner you watch Jin from a distance. His hand moves gracefully as he slices and dices through vegetables quickly like a professional.

You thought Jin was too busy with his cooking to even notice your presence, plus you moved so silently like a ghost so there’s no way he could tell. But you noticed how he turned his head just a little, as if listening to your breathing, and then you caught a glimpse of his smile.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked without turning his head and you came out of the dark.

“How did you know? I was so quiet.”

“Who do I work for y/n?”

You drag your feet on the floor and walk up behind him, place your one ear on his back and wrap your arms around his torso.

“I had a nightmare” you said closing your eyes. Jin was about 5 or 6inches taller than you and always smelled like vanilla incense to you.

.“Again?” you could hear the concern in his voice.

“Hmmm” You hum

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks and you shake your head.

“No. it was horrible, awful. Just really bad.. I don’t want to remember it. I can’t even sleep anymore-”

“Well I can’t either” he says.

“Did you have a nightmare too?”

“No, I was just hungry.”

“You had my share of cold noodles too” you bury your face in his back “you’re such a pig”

“I’m also older than you; How about some respect for a change? Is that how you talk to your elders?”

“You’re an old pig”

“You little punk-!” you chuckle. After some time you start to tell him about the nightmare you had.  

“I dreamed there was this huge fire..I was burning and screaming, it was worse than the last one. I don’t dream about anything good anymore. I’m so scared of going to sleep.” Jin turns around, abandons his knife, and brings you into a hug.

“Nightmares don’t last forever. Open your eyes and look around” you look at him instead. “This is real, I’m real”

He was right. This was real, the doe eyed boy with a sweet smile standing in front of you was reality. You flesh wasn’t melting off, you weren’t surrounded by fire. You were wrapped in his arms, safe and sound, where there was warmth and feeling of love.  

You held onto him and he placed his chin on top of your head.

“How long do you want to stay like this?” he asked.

“Is there a time limit?”

“Yes, I have to cook.”

“Just 2 more minutes than” you say smiling.

“2 more minutes it is.-” He looked at his watch and you squeezed him tightly.

Seok Jin’s embrace was always welcoming, it only took seconds for you to melt within him, when his strong arms were wrapped around your back you felt protected, as if there was nothing in this world that could possibly harm you. It soothed you, made you forget the demons that haunted you every night.

You felt safe

You felt loved.

That’s how life with Jin past 3 weeks has been like. Some day’s you’re nothing but a bundle of sadness, just a heap of despair lying on the bed and staring into far distance. On those days, he picks you up and helps you realize that you’re still alive. On good days you talk about a hopeful future or a wistful past.

“Do you miss it?” you would ask him. “People back there, all your friends? Family? Min Yoongi?”

“Do you want me to be honest?” he would say and you would nod eagerly

“I do. But not much of it”

“Will you go back?”

“Yeah..Soon” was Jin’s reply.

One day you asked him how he ended up with someone like Min Yoongi. He had laughed.

“My father used to work for Yoongi’s dad. He was the head of finance, taking care of all the money matters. They were good friends. Until one day he had a car accident, he died then and there. I was only 12. Mother married another business man only after 2 months of father’s death. Apparently father hadn’t left anything under her name so she refused to take me in. I didn’t have any close relatives.. That’s how I met Yoongi and his dad. He took me in, said they were my only family now”

“Your father served me well all these years; you’ll grow up and serve my son. That’s your fate Seok Jin. The sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you” Jin recalled the words Yoongi’s father had said to him with a sad smile.

“You don’t have to do it. If you don’t want to-” you told Jin.

“I don’t have to.. But I don’t mind it anymore. Yoongi is family and for family you do that kind of stuff”’

The day after the incident with Taehyung, Jin took you out for ice-cream. That easily became one of the best memories of him that you have. The night was perfect. The weather was crisp cold; Jin wrapped you up in 3 layers of clothes. Sweaters, overcoats, woolen caps, mittens and scarf. No part of your skin other than your eyes and nose was visible.

You had laughed after looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a rag doll.

“Is it too much? Remove the scarf” You hadn’t laughed like that in such a long time, it felt great. Like the heavy weight on your chest was suddenly bearable; you could breathe easily now. Jin said the reason why you needed to wear a bundle of clothes was because it was cold outside but you knew most of it was because he didn’t want anyone to recognize you.

You held his hand and walked among a crowd of people without worrying that anyone could recognize you. Twirled around the street like kid high on sugar rush all the while Jin just watched and smiled. He wore a mask himself but his eyes could tell he was smiling.

“Are you happy?” he had asked on the away back home and you had replied by pulling your scarf down from your mouth and placing a light kiss on his cheek. “I guess you are”

After that day Taehyung hardly ever showed his face to Jin (or you), though they remained in contact through calls. One time he did show up at the house to pick up some of his stuff. When your eyes met he had just glared at you without saying a word, let alone an apology.

“Why do you hate me? What did I do to you?” you had asked him that day, just as he was leaving, Jin was busy doing something in his room.  

“You’re asking me? Why don’t you take a look around” Taehyung had replied “You’ve ruined us. Our family.. Who knows where Yoongi is, Jimin and hoseok are on the run, Jin hyung is here babysitting you and you dare to ask me what you did. Do us all a favor and fling yourself off a building you selfish bitch”

That was the last thing Taehyung said to you and after that you never saw his face. A week later Jin said they were moving into a different house, a much smaller one. Where Taehyung won’t be living with you two, it would be just you and him. You were relieved. Though Living with Jin all alone did make you uncomfortable at first but slowly you got used to it.  

With your cheek pressed flat against the surface of the dining table you observed Jin quietly. His strong back flexed time and again as his hands moved swiftly up and down opening cabinets and drawers. He was skilled at cooking. It was his job to cook 3 times a day and yours was to clean the dishes. Work was divided like that.

Jin turns and looks at you over his shoulder. “Is it that interesting? to see me cook?” he asks.

You shrugged and he went back to doing his work. And you just kept gawking. After he was done he brought the food to table and mouth watered at the sight of it.

“Hey Jin, can I ask you something?” after you both finished your food, Jin picked up the dirty dishes and stacked them in the sink.

“Yeah sure” he replied while washing his hands.

“Why don’t you ever ask me anything-?” you raised the question that has been on your mind for quite some time now. You were always asking Jin about his life but he never asked you anything about yours. Even Min Yoongi never bothered. “I ask you about your life all the time. But you don’t ask me anything?”

Jin wiped his hands clean on a paper towel and walked up to you before placing a hand on top of your head and giving you a wide smile.

“I already know everything about you”

“How?” you questioned still confused.

“When you first stepped foot inside the ‘headquarter’, a day after that Yoongi gave me the job of finding information on you. That’s what my job is Y/n, I’m the information broker.”

“That makes sense”

“I know it sounds creepy but I know every single detail about you. Where you were born, your mom and dad’s name, where your mother lives now, your elementary school, high school, your relatives and all that kind of information, I had to look it all up”

You just stayed quiet after hearing that.

“Are you mad at me?” you shook your head.

“No”

“Do you hate me now?”

“No”

“Then look at me” you did. You looked him straight in the eyes and he knew something was wrong.

“We trust each other right?” this time you couldn’t say it back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier-”

“It wasn’t your fault; you were doing your job. I just..  I feel like my privacy has been breached. I feel violated. Does that sense?

“It’s not like that” he said crouching down so his face was right in front of yours. “Don’t say that okay.. The truth is I don’t know anything about you. I know who you are I don’t know you as a person, yet-”

“I’d like to know who you are rather than just your name and where you live. Those are pretty useless information honestly” he smiled and held your face in his hands before placing a kiss on forehead right between your brows. “C’mon lets go to bed its already late.”

Seok Jin’s bed was laid out right in front of the sofa, there was only one bedroom in the apartment and Jin had decided it would be yours. His bed included a single mattress with a bed sheet covering it. Pillows were stacked all around and a blanket that was big enough for two.

“Hey Jin”

“Hmmm” he answers sleepily.

“What’s your favorite color?” he opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times while you waited for him to answer

“why?”

“I’ll buy you a gift”

“A gift?” he says in a raspy voice “why? What’s the occasion?”

“For taking care of me and for keeping me safe all this time.. Feeding me Michelin star worthy food everyday” you smile and he smiles back, his eyes shut again.

“It’s pink” he finally tells you “buy me something expensive. No flowers though.. I have pollen allergy”

“You’re petty”

“-And proud” You end up laughing out too loud at his words and he opens his eyes just stares at you.

“Why are you staring?” If only it was possible his stare would burn a hole through your face. You start to get a little shy. “Is there something on my face? Do I have an ugly smile?”

“You have a beautiful smile” Jin says touching a strand of hair that fell in front of your face. “I knew someone who used to laugh like that”

“Who was it? Was it your friend? Best friend? Girl friend-” Jin’s smile dropped too quickly. It was a girl.  You tried to change the subject quickly.

“You know what.. We should probably go to sleep now. It’s already late. I should go now-”

“I want to kiss you.” You turned and gaped at him. Your cheeks started to heat up and probably looked red at sight. With his eyes still stuck on you. he supported himself on his one arm to hover over you a bit. It was his sleepiness talking. It had to be.

“Jin” you backed a little when he came a bit closer “I don’t think we should-”

“Do you mind?” he was asking for your permission. You just had to say ‘yes’. One word and he’ll stop. One word and things will go back to normal. Just one word

Yes, I do mind you kissing me. It’s not right, not when I have feelings for someone else. So we can’t. We shouldn’t.

But then you froze and uttered the wrong word.

“No”

The moment the word slipped out of your mouth his lips crashed against yours, knocking all the wind out of your lung. You fell back and your hand caught the front of Jin’s shirt. His one hand was on your side supporting his upper body and the other hand landed on your cheek. You close your eyes breathed through your nose before kissing him back. Your hand that was gripping the front of his shirt loosened up as you decided to push him away. But somehow the hand just stayed there and your fingers started playing with a button.

The last time you kissed Jin, 3 weeks ago, it really felt like nothing. No great fireworks, no fluttering hearts. Just lips molding onto one another mechanically and formally. This was different though, it was too needy and a little sloppy.

Jin finally pulls away, you’re both breathless and in some kind of awe. He just stares at you blankly. He doesn’t even blink, doesn’t move until you move him out of his trance.

“Jin we shouldn’t..-” when you say his name he leans into you again. This time, there’s no hurry.  His lips are warm, comforting and soft like the pillow below your head; you open your eyes while he’s still kissing you. You stop and look at him.

“Jin stop” you hold his face in your hand.

“What is it?” he asks reading the worried expression on your face.

“Jin, why are you crying?” you said wiping his tear away with your thumb.

                                                         —

“What?” Seok Jin sat up straight and touched his own face. You got up and wiped his wet cheeks with the sleeve of your t-shirt “Did I just start crying?”

“Are you okay?” you asked still concerned. Jin turns to you, adorning a frown on his usually smiling face; he starts to look around here and there completely dazed.

“I don’t know. I just, I think need to go out for some fresh air-” but you held his hand, stopping him from leaving.

“Let’s talk about it” You pleaded and Jin removed his hand from your grip “You’re not okay. Tell me if something is something bothering you?”

“No” he lied. “I’m fine

“Jin I know you’re not fine. You can tell me. We could share such stuff”

“I said I’m FINE! JUST STOP ASKING ALRIGHT” he yelled so loud you were taken aback. You let go of his hand. But he quickly realized his mistake.

“I’m sorry” Jin apologized. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t want to yell. I’m just. I don’t know what happened. But I don’t want to talk about it, I can’t. I can’t tell anyone. I’m really sorry y/n”

“It’s okay. It’s okay If you don’t want to talk about it.. Just stay here. Don’t lock yourself in like that” you stand on your knees to hug him. “You don’t have to keep it to yourself you know. Weren’t you the one who told me ‘there’s no shame in crying’?”

“I’m telling you I’m fine-”

“You can cry right now, you don’t have to hide it-” you put your hand on the back of his head and ran your fingers through his brown locks “we could just stay up all night, just hold each other. How about we go out for ice-cream? On the way home you could tell me one of your stupid jokes again. I promise I’ll laugh this time. Then I’ll tell you a lame story about my high school, you could pretend it’s interesting.” you felt his arms finally going around your back and squeezing your waist.

“We could do all that and so much more. You don’t have to tell me anything right now. Just stay, that’s more than enough. I like staying beside you Jin, it feels.. Nice. Feels warm” He placed his forehead on your shoulder and started sobbing quietly. It was weird change of scenario, usually it was you who was always crying and grieving uncontrollably and it was Jin who whispered hopes and affirmations in your ear. Now you held him in your arms, his shoulders quivered uncontrollably and your shirt was getting soaked in his tears. He seemed so fragile you started wondering how you could protect him instead; shelter him from this cruel world.

“I miss her-” Jin said in a broken voice “I miss her so much. It hurts. Fucking hurts”

“I know. I’m sure she had her reason that’s why she left. It must’ve been hard for her too. Someday she’ll realize how much she misses you she’ll come back. Then you can tell her how much you love her-”

“No, you don’t understand. She’s not coming back. She’s dead y/n” you removed your hand from his hair and he tightened his grip “She died and she’s never coming back. I was the one who killed her-”

“Jin..”

“I wish it was me. Everyday..i keep wishing it was me who had died, not her. She should’ve lived. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!” his body trembled with each word, you held him in your arms with all your might.

“Life isn’t fair” you said to him holding back your own tears “you and I should know it better than anyone else.”

                                                          —

Your bodies molded easily with one another inside the thick warm blanket, the room heater in a corner kept the small living space heated up. You lie on your back and stare above, your one arm resting on your forehead, eyes vacantly staring at the ceiling fan. A hundred different thoughts run through your head. None of them stay too long, they come and go.

Jin sleeps beside you so peacefully, his face buried in the crook of your neck, one hand snaked above your stomach and other one held your free hand under the covers.

It would be morning in 3 hours but you couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried. You shifted a little and tried to move away from Jin but his hand wouldn’t budge.

“Why do you move so much” you heard him muttering sleepily. “Go to sleep”

“I can’t sleep” you frown. “How do you sleep so peacefully after such a long day?”

He didn’t reply. He was drained, you could tell. Jin made you realize even the strongest looking people are broken inside; the cracks were visible on him now.

“Hey Jin”

“Hmmm..” he responded

“What are we now?” you asked out of curiosity “You and I?”

Jin answered after a long pause.

“What do you want us to be?” he asked instead. You turn towards him.

“We’re already a lot of things.” You move your hand towards his face and touch his eye brows “We’re lonely.”

“And sad” Jin says after you.

“Broken”

“Hurt?”

“Love-less”

“Hope-less” he says and you both end up grinning like two school kids sharing an inside joke.

“We’re all that.” he blinks in agreement. “For once, why don’t we try to be.. happy?”

Jin moves closer and places a long kiss on your forehead. His mouth stays there when he speaks.

“If that’s what you want then we’ll be that. We’ll be happy from tomorrow.” You smile and close your eyes.

“Yeah, that would be nice. Let’s be happy tomorrow”

                                                        —

You were clingy.

Not the bad kind of clingy though. It was the kind of ‘clingy’ that made him want to protect you, he didn’t mind it, in some way he felt powerful when he looked after you. When you crept your away into his bed beside him, when you cried and leaned on his chest, when he held your frail body and told you white lies about a better tomorrow.

He felt strong. It was something he had never felt before.

Strong was just something Jin could never be.

Even when he was younger Jin was different than the other kids who were raised beside him. Yoongi and Namjoon, they were strong, they could fight the world with their bare hands, and they knew how to make it through the worst of the worst. Whereas Jin.. Jin was barely surviving.

Seok Jin was kinder; everyone always said he had a ‘gentle soul’; he could never get himself to hurt another being. And that made him weak.

“Pathetic” his father had once spat at him. Jin was only 9; he came back from school with one black eye and a bruised face. He got beat up in school by some older kids. They wanted his new bag and he said ‘No’. He didn’t fight back, couldn’t even protect his bag.

“Just look at yourself. Crying like a girl in front of me. You let those scum bags beat you up? Why didn’t you fight back? Don’t you have hands and feet’s? Are you slow in your head?” The look his father had given to him that day was just pure disgust. “This is the second time you came home looking like a piece of trash. I’m ashamed of you. Next time this happens, I’ll beat you up with a belt until your skin bleeds and throw you out of this house naked”

But Father was just like that. He was cruel to his own blood but loved the extravagant world outside his home. His ‘secret’ yet not so secret affairs and immoral behavior led to mother turning bitter towards every man that had ‘Kim’ as last name in the family.

Mother failed miserably on her part too. She was never home, hated father from the marrow of her bone, Jin was just a nuisance to her. Money and alcohol were her first priority. Her family never made it to the list.  

It was a few years later Seok Jin found out that father had been hiding one of his offspring from the whole world, one from his mistress; He had a half-sister, younger than him. His dirty little secret was unraveled; people would talk about it in hushed voices and faint whispers. But Jin heard it all and so did mother.

After father died, Mother was quick to put an end to the rumors. She made sure that nobody ever knew about the existence of the girl or where she came from, in fear that in future she would demand her own share in fathers will. Poor girl disappeared without a trace.

Jin only heard from one of the maid:

“The mother died in a some “unfortunate’’ car accident and the girl.. She was sent out of the country. I heard she became mentally unstable after her mother died- ”

Years later Jin ended up sharing his family history with Min Yoongi.

“Rich people are fucking crazy” Min Yoongi had chuckled “It’s a miracle you turned out fine

Jin was a years older than Min Yoongi and yet it was always Yoongi who looked after him. After moving into his house Yoongi and Jin hit it off quickly, they became inseparable. Yoongi was 11 and Jin was 12. They went to same private school, shared the same bedroom, had dysfunctional families and lacked any kind of right parental guidance.

So they found family in each other.

By nature they were poles apart. Jin was quiet, more reclusive, avoided opening up to other people. He always wanted to help others, care for them. He wanted to have a family; he had aspirations for when he would grow up. Jin always believed that his future would be much kinder than his past.

Min Yoongi on the other hand was downright cruel ever since he was a kid. He was blunt without any regards of the other person’s feelings. He liked winning, didn’t matter how, he loved standing over other people said it made him feel powerful. Min Yoongi lacked a sense of morality. World was either black or white for him.

Most of it was his father’s fault.

“People always have a choice. Live or die? Fight or fly.  You can choose to become weak or you can be strong. What kind of men do you want to grow up to be? Weak, spineless, whimpering cowards who spend their life chasing women and paying debts or do you want to become strong and powerful. When you have power and stand on the top the people below you just look like ants scramming for a grain of rice. You have the power to let them live or crush them beneath your feet”

That was his father’s ideology. That’s what was fed to you and Min Yoongi on the dinner table for a long time.  
A year later another new face made an entry in the house. Another kid, another young mind for Yoongi’s father to manipulate..

Kim Namjoon. He was even younger than Min Yoongi. A scrawny little 10year old, face tanned and eyes eerily hollow. He wore rags for clothes and looked like he hadn’t been fed properly in last 2 or 3 months.

3 years later, in a school playground, the same scrawny little boy almost beat another boy to death. Reason: The boy accidently knocked shoulders with Yoongi and refused to apologize. The boy survived only because Jin pulled Namjoon off him in right time.

The boy who had lived was 17. He survived with a broken jaw, a fractured left arm 4 or 5 missing teeth, 20 stitches on his face and a compensation of 50,000$ from Yoongi’s father that came with a term that he would leave the country and never comeback unless he actually wanted to die this time. They never saw his face ever again.

“Did I do it right?” Namjoon had asked Yoongi excitedly, like a child seeking approval from his parent.

“You almost killed him..” Yoongi would say with a cigarette dangling from his mouth “On the fucking school property. You know how angry father was. We would be in so much trouble if he wasn’t good friends with the principal. Be careful next time.”

That was only the first of many more to come. Incidents like those became a common thing for the three of you. Namjoon had a reputation for spilling blood everywhere he went and Yoongi loved playing fetch with him.

“Namjoon is trouble” Jin had warned Yoongi once. It was after Namjoon ended up in a drunk and drive accident. An old man lost his life, Namjoon had his car privileges taken away for next 6months.

Yoongi’s father took care of it though, just like always.  

“He’s just a kid” Yoongi would brush it off. Namjoon was 16 and far from a kid. He was the tallest among them and the quickest to get angry.
“He’s old enough to understand the consequences of killing someone. That too someone innocent-”

“People do mistakes. He did too..Geez let the kid breath”

It was only a few years later Yoongi saw the monster Namjoon had truly become. It took 1/3rd of his organization and a dead 14year old to make him realize the atrocity that Kim Namjoon was.

Yoongi never said it openly; But Jin knows he secretly blames himself.

Half of Seok Jin’s childhood and all of his teenage life was spent under Min Yoongi’s shadow. Min Yoongi wasn’t just his boss. He was his best friend, his brother and the only true family he ever knew. They could see through each other easily. Jin saw time and again how broken Min Yoongi was and Yoongi knew Jin was weak. So Yoongi protected him, stayed beside him no matter what, through thick and thin they remained brothers.

For Jin, Yoongi would put his life on the line and Jin would do the same in a blink.

Because they were family and for family… You do that kind of stuff.

Family?

What about the one he wanted? The one he dreamed about. A home he had desired or a family that he wished for. He used to think about it, a lot. Back when things were looking up, back then when there was girl he could plan a future with. Even though they were young, they had hope.

Hope that their future would be different.

“Let’s run away”

“We can’t”

“Why not?”

“They’ll find us”

“They won’t look for you. They don’t need you Seok Jin”

“Min Yoongi does. I can’t just leave everything and run. Min Yoongi needs me-”

“What about me?” she had said with tears in her eyes “I need you too. I need you more than him”

Jin still wonders what his life would’ve been if he had said ‘Yes’. In his dreams he always ends up saying ‘yes’ but there is nothing beyond that.

After Bo-ra died, Jin locked up that part of his heart for good; the one that dreamed so fondly, the one that wanted love constantly or had any hopes for a brighter tomorrow. After that day it all became so grey. A monotonous cycle of work and survival, Family were the people he was surrounded with, working for Min Yoongi was his moral obligation.

He was never deprived of anything good.

He ate good food, wore fine clothes and spent leisure time with the ones he cared about. Women were never an issue.

He had his life set. Everything was perfect.

And he was doing just fine.

No, He wasn’t happy. But he was ‘fine’. Up until now..

After so many years of working under Min Yoongi he had completely forgotten what real happiness felt like. And now suddenly he’s starting to remember it all.

“For once, why don’t we try to be..happy?”

You said to him last night. And just like that the realization hit Seok Jin, he did indeed wanted to be happy.            

He was happy; these past three weeks were like a dream. A dream he had dreamed about a thousand times in the past, the one he had forgotten even though he wanted to hold onto it. Last three weeks were a strange reality.

Waking up next to you every morning was something he could get used to, he liked cooking for you and you liked watching him cook. You laughed loudly, smiled brightly, held his hand so tight it made his palms red. But he liked it all. He loved the warmth that you two passed onto one another under the blanket. Your forehead next to his beating heart or his face buried in your neck – He loved it all nevertheless.

When he kissed you yesterday, for the second time, all he could taste at first was guilt. Yours and his, mixed all together, gave a bitter aftertaste. There was a girl he loved whose face he started picturing so vividly. He had a brother to whom he had given a promise

Take her far away, keep her safe”.

How could he do this to the dead girl whom he loved? Or betray his brother who was his only family?

He could’ve pulled away that very instance but you kissed him back. And that’s all it took for him to forget it all. He didn’t care about a girl who had left him so selfishly or his boss who ordered him around all these years, some stupid organization he worked in or an old man who was obsessed with power and money.

He only cared about you. You were sweet, a little mellow at times, warmest person he had ever touched. And when he was next to you, he was happy. Kissing you was like finding everything he had ever lost in his life. The part that he had locked away for so long burst open and he was washed up with all those feelings. Love, kindness, warmth, guilt, hurt.

And then he cried. He cried because he missed all those people who had left him so abruptly. Mother who never cared to call and Bora whom he couldn’t save, even father who could never see his son grow up. He cried because he missed a chance of living a life. He cried.. because he missed being happy.

But now, Jin has decided he wanted it all. He wanted to live, instead of just existing. He wanted to be happy, if not for himself then for someone else.

If it was for you then he would give it chance to be happy.

“Tomorrow-?” You exclaim with a mouth full of food. Jin nods while moving his spoon around in the bowl of oatmeal. He looks at your still awe-struck face.

“Why? You don’t want to go?” Jin moves his hand up to your face and wipes off food from the corner of your mouth.

“No.” You reply with a shrug “It’s just that we don’t ever go out. Last time we went out it was 3 weeks ago, almost a month. I haven’t been out of the house ever since. I feel like I’m in a prison sometimes”

“waaah you’re really ungrateful aren’t you” Jin says while feeding himself “Last night you said I fed you Michelin star food everyday and now you’re in a prison. Have you always been such a professional liar? Fine then we won’t go”

“It’s not that…” you whined while clinging to his arm “I do want to go out. It’s just that it’s kind of odd that you asked.”

“It’s Chinese new year tomorrow. Usually it’s supposed to be celebrated with family but since we don’t have that right now-” Jin brought a spoonful of oatmeal to your mouth and fed you “We’ll make-do with each other”

You smiled while chewing.

“It’s tasty”

“I know. I made it”

There was a sudden knock on the door that interrupted your quiet eating session. Jin placed the bowl in your hand and went to open the door. Usually it was one of his informants. They were the only ones who knew where Jin was staying. It was either them or-

“Hyung” Taehyung stood outside the door, a plastic bag in his one hand, wearing a cheesy grin and a dark hoodie over his head.

“I told you to call before you show up”

“I wanted to surprise you” Taehyung held the plastic bag up front handing it Jin. “Here”

“What is it?” Jin asked suspiciously while taking it from his hand.

“Rice cakes” Taehyung said with a tightlipped smile. Jin was finally starting to recognize his younger brother. No matter how much of  a mess he created Jin could never stop seeing him as the 13 year old boy whom he had come to love so much over the years.

“Stay for lunch” Jin said as Taehyung removed his hoodie, revealing his straight blond hair. He ruffled it up with his one hand and looked over Jin’s shoulder before answering.

“I’m not invited” Taehyung said and Jin looked behind him and found you standing there watching you two from a safe distance.

“I just came to gave you that. Also wanted to talk about some important business.. But I guess we’ll talk about it later when you’re free. Until then-” Taehyung put the hoodie back on and was on his way when Jin stopped him.

“We’re going out tomorrow” Taehyung turned hearing Jin’s voice “Since tomorrow is Lunar New Year, Y/n and I are going to the festival. Come with us, later we can have dinner together”

After giving it a some thought, Taehyung nodded in agreement.

“Okay, what time will you be there?”

“Meet us at the Japanese bakery by 9. We can see the fireworks together.”

Taehyung put his earphones back in “I’ll see you there hyung” he said before walking away.

Jin closed the door after he left and turned to look at you. He smiled, but you didn’t return it.

“I guess we’re having rice cakes for lunch”

                                                           —

Time is just a handful of sand; the more you tried to hold onto it the quicker it slips out of your fingers. A day passes away in a few blinks and you’re left wondering how you utilized all those hours.

Truth be told, you wanted time to go a little slower when you were with Jin. But it just never stops. Hours go by as you’re laid in his arms cozily. But it only feels like a second or two.

It was so perfect, the way the scene was set up. Just Like a sweet dream. An old blue sofa sat in the living room, Jin was lying on his back engrossed in his book; your pillow was his chest – swaying you up and down as if you were on a boat that was putting you to sleep. You could hear his heartbeat; the page turned after every 40second. There was a washing machine that quietly burrred in the background. Jin’s one hand held his book above his face and the other one was lost in your hair.

Half of you was in the real world while the other half was strolling in a dream land. Just as you were about to drift off peacefully, Jin moved and you woke up.

“It’s 6 already. I need to make dinner” he mumbled, somehow it reminded you of your mother. You paid no mind to it. Your eyes were still weary.

“Y/n” he whispered quietly in your ear “Get up now. I need to make dinner”

“mmmm..” you replied but didn’t really move.

“Yah.. wake up now I need to do stuff. Quickly” when you still didn’t move, he sat up straight in a quick motion pushing you up with himself.

“Why are you such a baby?” You heard him say when you started dozing off while sitting straight up.

“WAKE UP Y/N! WAKE UP” he yelled and shook your shoulders and you finally opened your eyes and stared at his face, his mouth was curled up in a coy grin.

“Open your eyes baby” Jin cupped your cheeks with his cold palms. You cried out at the contact but he kept holding your face giggling cheerfully.

“Aaahhh you’re the one who’s acting like a baby. You’re an adult baby!” You threw back at him but he just laughed at your words.

“Fine” he said without removing his hands from your face “I’m the baby. Get up now, I have work to do”

You moved from above him and he made his away to the kitchen. Then began the usual cycle doing evening chores: He cooked the dinner; you cleaned the table and then you two washed the dishes together. After that you would tiredly crawl back to your room and Jin would stay awake for next 2 or 3 hours reading books or his work files.

Next day You were excited about going out. Almost a month has passed since you stepped foot outside, in the real world. For a time, you even started believing that these four walls were your only home and Jin was your only reality. 2 months since that incident with Youngjae happened. His dead face still haunts you at night, some nights you wish you could go back in time and save him.. so you could save yourself in the process. 4 weeks and 2 days since you last saw Min Yoongi. You try to remember him every day – the fading green and the musk of cologne – while still clutching the silver feather in your hand. Not a day since you took off the locket, in fear that those bleak memories of him in your head would fade away. But you still asked yourself at times, “why? Why do you want to remember him so badly?”

You watched the sunset from the window of your room. A fiery ball of red orb settles behind the crest of mountains and the sky becomes ablaze with colors – Crimson, amber, hues of orange and pink shot across the sky. You watched fireworks before the actual fireworks even began. It was beautiful, an oncoming signal of the long night that was to come. You smile to yourself; somebody somewhere must’ve had the same thought.

“You ready?” A voice makes you look back.  Jin walks in, you smile and nod vivaciously. He stands in front of you with his hands behind his back.

“What is it?” you ask him. He just stands there holding in a small smile.

“Nothing” Jin replies while moving a strand of hair behind your hair “It’s a good day. Isn’t it?..Oh, by the way. Here-” he took your hand and handed you a small pink box. It had a cute bow on top of it.

“what-?” stared at the box in your hand and then at Jin’s face. “- what is this?”

“A gift” Jin answered coolly.

“But why..?”

“Just open it” you pulled off the black ribbon and opened the box while Jin watched eagerly.

It was a bracelet. Just A simple thin gold bracelet.. You didn’t even take it out of the box, the moment your eyes caught a glimpse of the ‘gift’ you looked up at Jin in utter disbelief.

“Don’t say you didn’t like it. There’s a no-return policy

“Why did you buy this?” Instead of answering, He took out the bracelet from the box and wrapped it around your wrist and showed it to you. Why did it have to be so pretty?

Jin smiled and cupped your cheek before pressing his lips on your forehead.

“Happy new year kid” he then moved back and looked at you one last time before taking your hand and pulling you out the door with him.

                                                      —-

You were surrounded by a crowd of people. ‘Strangers’ they all were and yet you felt a strange giddiness standing among them, a ‘sense-of-belonging’ that you haven’t felt in such a long time. You were smiling to yourself like an idiot, good thing that the big woolen scarf hid the lower half of your face.

A flock of young girls, probably 15 or 16 years old, walked past you. They eyed Jin standing beside you who was too busy on his phone to notice all the eyes on him. They giggled audibly and went on their way.

An itch bubbled up in your stomach at the sight of them and you quickly found Jin’s hand and held it tightly. Jin finally looked at you and smiled.

The light turned red. The crowd quickly dispersed to get to the other side.

“Let’s go” Jin pulled you with him and you crossed the road to get to the other side.

“Where are we going now?” you asked Jin, your hands were locked tight and cozily tucked inside his over coat’s pocket.

“We’re going to see Taehyung-”

“Oh-” you said, sounding a little displeased with his answer.

You two walked in silence the rest of the way. Everywhere your eyes went you would only see lights that decorated the shops, building, houses even the trees. Streets were filled with cheery people, the sweet smell of fried food made your stomach groan. Children were running across the street without a care. There was man on the sidewalk surrounded by people; he was doing some kind of magic show. You were intrigued but since Jin kept walking you didn’t stop either..

“Walk faster! We’ll be late for the lion dance” You heard a girl who walked past you with her friend.

“I don’t want to miss the firework this year” Another boy talked loudly with his group of friends.

But your eyes were on a man who was juggling knives. Everyone applauded him

“Somi! Don’t run! Hold my hand” you turned your head quickly to look straight at the source of the voice but then something bumped on your stomach and you heard a loud thud. You gasped at the sight of the little girl who had fallen to the ground right in front of you. You let go of Jin’s hand and helped the little girl get up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you. Are you hurt?” you said crouching down to her position and dusting off some dirt from her orange frock.

“No, it was my fault. I should’ve watched where I was going. I’m fine”

“Be careful next time kid” Jin said to her and the kid just nodded obediently.

Then another woman, probably her mother, came running behind her and started apologizing to you two before dragging the little one ahead and walking off.

You two finally reached the small bakery. The bakery was closed shut and no ‘Taehyung’ was on site.

“He said he’d be here.” Jin said looking at the time on his watch. You started playing with a small pebble on the ground, moved it around with your feet out of boredom.

“Why don’t you call him?” You said to him after 30 mins of waiting. You ended up sitting on the sidewalk.

“I did. He’s not picking up” Jin said sounding more and more frustrated.

“We should just leave. We’ll miss the fireworks. I don’t think he’s coming” you proposed the idea. Jin sighed and took out his phone from his pocket to call Taehyung one last time. When Taehyung didn’t pick up again Jin decided to curse it out.

“Fuck it” he said and put the phone back in his pocket “C’mon we’re going”

“Finally..” you said with a sigh of relief and got up.

And then you were sprinting towards your destination. “C’mon we’ll be late” You said while dragging Jin by his arm.

“We have plenty of time we won’t get late” he tried to reason with you but you weren’t listening. You were just running.

There was a huge crowd surrounding the area, loud music filled the air. In the middle, you saw some people in bright red costumes dancing to the beat of drums and instruments while the crowd cheered and applauded. The festival was all feathers, sparkles, smiles and laughter. You immersed with the crowd and cheered while Jin stood behind, guarding you from those who were pushing each other to get a good view.

You held Jin’s hand and started cutting through the crowd to get a closer look at the people in the middle.

“Y/n wait” you turned and looked at Jin who was struggling to remain in contact with you. Even though you were holding hands, your sweaty palms were starting lose grip.

“Jin” you called his name but he probably couldn’t hear over the music. “Jin!”

Your locked hands were released from each other’s grip. You looked at Jin’s face as he was trying to make his way to you while pushing and shoving the people around him. You decided to get out of there, as you started to walk towards him someone pushed you from behind, you regained your balance and kept walking towards Jin’s head which was barely visible to you.

“JIN!” you yelled. This time he heard your voice and looked up at you. He made a gesture telling you to get out and meet you outside. You nodded and started walking through the crowd again. You were almost out when suddenly someone bumped into you. The collision was hard enough to make you hiss in pain, you still turned and apologized to the person who had already mingled with the faceless crowd.

You pushed your way out and breathed in some fresh air. As soon as you were out of the ruckus you started looking around for Jin. You searched for him frantically. Your heart was racing too fast; a cold shiver ran through your body when you started having all the wrong thoughts.

What if they found him? What will they do to him? What are you going to do? Where will you go?

Your eyes started to well up when you couldn’t find him no matter where you looked.

In the end you just stood on that one spot and prayed that he’ll see you there standing, somehow, He’ll find you.

“oh! Eonnie” A kid’s voice ringed loud in your ear, even among the blaring music and cheering crowd. You heard the voice. You turned and looked at person who had called out. It was the little girl who had bumped into you. You gave her your best smile and she returned it with a bigger one. She let go of her mother’s hand and ran towards you.

“Eonnie!” you sat on your knees to face her “Here-”

It was your bracelet. You looked at your empty wrist and realized you must’ve dropped it. She handed it to you and gave you a toothless grin since her one front tooth was missing.

“You must’ve dropped it as you were leaving. I found it on the ground where we had bumped”

You took it from her hand and wore it quickly.

“Thank you so much. You’re a really smart kid you know that” you got up and placed a hand on her head.

“Y/N!” finally you heard Jin. You turned around and saw him in a distance, out of breath running towards you. Your eyes started to water out of relief but then-

“Eonnie…” you turned and looked at the kid whose face had turned pale in horror. “Eonnie blood

You noticed she was pointing something on your T-shirt. You followed her finger and saw what she was pointing at.

She was pointing at your stomach.

No, not even that. She was pointing at the growing red stain on your T-shirt.

You tried to find the source. Was someone hurt in the crowd? You must’ve got their blood on you.. Maybe they need help.

But then you felt it, the excruciating pain on one side of your torso. It felt like someone was hitting you on the side with a hot metal rod over and over again.

“Eonnie…” the kid read the distress on your face quiet easily.

“Run to your mother. Go now” you said hiding your pain the best you could and refraining to touch her with your bloody hands.

“Y/n!” Jin yelled, you turned and saw him huffing at a close distance now. You smiled; you knew he couldn’t see your pale face from the distance. He started walking towards you and you took small steps to reach him.

When the distance between you two was less than an arm you ran towards him jumped and he enclosed his arms around your waist so tight, picking you off the ground.

It hurt, so much, tears came out but you couldn’t miss out on hugging him, not if it was the last time.

“Fuck I was so scared” Jin’s face was buried in your hair. You squeezed him back with all the strength in your body

“I’m sorry.” You said in a broken voice.

“Okay let’s not do this ever again alright. I’m not doing this stupid ‘date’ thing ever again. We can just stay at home and I’ll cook for you instead-”

“I didn’t know this was a date” you smiled leaning your head on his shoulder tiredly and closing your eyes.

“I thought if I told you.. You wouldn’t agree.”

“You could try again” you laughed but the pain just made your legs weak. You were trying your best to stand still on your two feet.

“Hey.. Jin” you said in a meek voice.

“What is it?” he finally looked at your face

“Can we.. go back home now..I don’t.. feel good..” he held your face in his hands and sensed something was wrong.

“Yeah.. of course. Fuck why is your face going so pale? You’re cold. Are you sick?” It was only when Jin moved his hand away from your face he saw blood all over his hands that had transferred to your face.

“What-?” You fell but he caught you in his arms. “Y/n..”

“No.. no” You fell to the ground “I’m fine..”

The last you remember before losing consciousness was Jin’s petrified face as he had held you in his arms and fireworks

 “Jin look.. the fireworks” You said in a weak voice that he probably didn’t hear. he muttered something like a ‘what?’ or your name maybe you couldn’t tell . So you raised your hand and pointed at the ignited sky above your head, Jin looked above. 

“So pretty…” you said just before closing your eyes.


Thank you for reading it ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) . Do tell me your opinions, do no hesitate to ask.

Love, Ri. 

Future Girlfriend

I wanna go on an adventure with you in the middle of the night. I wanna sit on top of my car with you and stare up at the stars while we talk about random stuff like aliens and ghosts. I wanna cuddle all night and wake up and make you breakfast in bed before we have mind blowing morning sex. I wanna surprise you with your favorite flowers and take you on random trips. And no matter how long we’re together I never want you to stop getting butterflies when I kiss you.

Meeting Your Very, VERY, Famous Parents

Hi. I hope u can do one where y/n is a daughter of famous singers/actors something like that

I tried my best with this and I picked my favourite couple to be the parents of the reader, hopefully this turns out okay ☺

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‘Shawn, I don’t understand how this is a difficult thing for you, you’ve met plenty of people before, I don’t understand why they’re any different?’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

'Y/N, these are your parents. The people that raised you are a big deal, bigger then meeting Drake for the first time.’ Shawn explained.

'And you did act like a deer in headlights,’ I laughed, shaking my head, 'wait - don’t change the subject. Cmon, they’re my parents.’ I reasoned.

I had been arguing with Shawn for the last half an hour. I’ve already met his parents and had gone through the nerves of wanting to stay in the car and not even enter his house to save myself the embarrassment if I said something wrong. But, I sucked it up and now I love them to bits, but, it was Shawn’s turn to do the same for me.

And he was stubborn as hell.

'Please, please, please?’ I pleaded, pouting and resting my chin on his shoulder. He turned his head and looked down at me rolling his eyes. I frowned, hitting him in the chest playfully. 'Don’t roll your eyes at me, boy, or you’ll regret it later on.’

'Y/N, I can’t do this, alright?’

'Name one reason why you can’t?’ I asked, no anger in my voice, but disappointment.

'Because they’re Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, they’re the power couple of the century.’

'What about us?’ I asked, causing him to chuckle, him leaning in and kissing my forehead. 'But in all seriousness, Shawn. My parents want to meet you, and I want you too as well.’

He sighed, taking my small hand in his and lacing our fingers together. 'What do I get out of this if I go and meet your very, VERY, famous parents?’

'You get to make your girlfriend very, VERY, happy and proud.’ I smiled. He sighed again, before nodding towards me.

'Alright, I’ll do it.’

**

'Okay, I can’t do this.’ He ranted, walking up the stairs of my parents house.

'Will you stop. Jesus - you know, I’m glad I drove the car because of you did, what’s the bet you would’ve turned around and gone home?’

'Honey, we wouldn’t of even left the driveway.’ He replied, making me snort. I opened the door, smelling my mother’s cooking and hearing their playful banter echoing through the house. 'Y/N -’

'Say you can’t do this one more time and I swear to god, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes.’ I muttered, entering the kitchen with a grin. 'Hey mum, dad!’ I laughed, seeing their heads turn in my direction.

'Hey sweetheart!’ My mum chuckled, walking around the kitchen bench to pull me in for a hug. 'And this must be the Shawn Mendes, how are you?’ She smiled at him, pulling him in for a hug too. Shawn’s nerves seemed to go away for a minute, which made me mentally cheer.

My dad placed the tea towel he had on his shoulder down, a giant smile on his face when he saw me.

'Come here, sweetie.’ He pulled me into a tight hug, making me laugh.

Both of them had been super busy with their own careers, especially my dad with his new Deadpool movie in the works. I don’t know how they managed, along with my two little sisters who were under the age of 5.

'How you doing, dad?’ I asked, pulling back to see his face.

'I’m great, now I can finally see my daughter,’ he looked behind me at Shawn who was talking to my mum, whose nerves were returning, 'and her boyfriend who looks like he’s going to shit himself.’

'Dad, be nice.’ I warned, leading him over to my nervous boyfriend.

'Always sweetie - hello, Shawn, is it?’ He smiled, grabbing Shawn’s hand to shake. 'I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N never shuts up about you.’

'Dad,’ I elbowed his side, warning.

'Hold on, I’m talking. Even before you two started dating all she ever did was listen to your music and say “Shawn this” and “Shawn that”-’

'Ryan,’ my mother stepped in, raising her eyebrow at my father. 'I think that’s enough. Besides, dinners ready and I want to get to know your gorgeous boyfriend more, Y/N.’

'Mum…’ I groaned, running my hands over my face. 'Not you too,’

'What? Shawn’s not ugly sweetheart.’

Shawn laughed, walking over to me to stand beside me. 'You’re right, Y/N. You’re parents are great.’

'Yeah, yeah. I’m starving,’ I muttered, feeling Shawn grabbed my hand, reassuring me he was on my side. I smiled, ready to eat.

The conversation over dinner was surprisingly smoother then what I thought it was going to be. My dad would talk to Shawn about Canada, my mother talking to Shawn about future acting gigs. I only put my two cents in when needed, only wanting to enjoy seeing my parents getting along with my boyfriend.

You see, the special thing about this whole dinner was due to the fact that in a different perspective, I was adopted by them. My own parents were friends with the two of them. When they passed away in a car accident, Blake and Ryan were already married, and were put in charge to take care of me.

In the end, they adopted me as their own and I was forever grateful to finally feel like I had a family again. When James and Ines were born, I felt proud to be an older sister to the both of them and was joyful of finally having siblings I could watch out for.

That’s why Shawn was a little nervous, due to the fact Blake and Ryan were both more protective than anything else. They lost their best friends and didn’t ever want me to get hurt.

Surprisingly, however, they seemed to fall in love with Shawn, more so my mother then my dad of course. But, my dad respected him, which was all I cared about.

'Now, Shawn,’ my dad started, finishing his desert, 'I’m sorry to have to do this, but I need to do the speech that every father enjoys doing.’ He sighed dramatically, making me laugh. 'Now, if you ever hurt my daughter, I will not hesitate to find you and permanently damage your pretty face. But…’ he smiled, taking hold of my hand. 'I know from watching you tonight with Y/N that you’ll take care of her no matter what. Having a relationship with a career like yours is tough, but, I know now from the way you’ve talked about her tonight that you truly do care. Y/N’s had it tough for a long time, and it makes me happy to see her happy. Keep her that way, please.’

I felt myself tearing up, causing me to fan my face to stop the tears flow. I chuckled a little, sniffling. Shawn grabbed my hand under the table, giving me a comforting squeeze.

'Ryan’s right, Shawn,’ my mum added in.

'Aren’t I always?’

'Shoosh.’ She commented before continuing, 'Anyway, I haven’t seen her as happy as what she has been with you, thank you for bringing her spark back.’ She gave me a tearful smile, mouthing “I love you” whilst I replied with “I love you”.

'In all honesty, Y/N’s helped me become a better and happier person. I’ve lost my way a little and she’s brought me back,’ he smiled down at me, making me blush, 'and I wouldn’t change that for the world.’

He pecked my cheek, making my heart swell. This to me had surprisingly gone better than I thought.

And that’s all I could ever want.

Young man
There are bees in my car
I said young man
Now they are in my yard
I said you man
Help me with the bees
Because my family is allergic to bees and I don’t want to be left alone surrounded by murderous bees and the inflated carcasses of my deceased wife and children then left to become an alcoholic with no hope of redeeming my future in anyway because I watched my family get murdered by bees and after 6 years the scene has been untouched and my living room is full of dead bees and the vaguely skeletal form of my family and my future

Take this burden - part 25

(Super short one)

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They drove in silence.

Well, relative silence.

Felix threw a temper tantrum for about an hour, yowling, and hissing.

‘Is he ok?’ He Tian asked.

‘Yeah, he’s just…adjusting.’

‘Adjusting to the car?’

‘Adjusting to being out of the house, I guess.’

‘How long has it been?’

Mo Guan Shan considered that for a bit.

‘About a year, I guess. That’s when I moved back in with my parents.’

‘What about before that?’

‘He was with me in my apartment in Seattle.’

‘Did you live alone?’

‘Nope. With my ex.’

‘What happened.’

‘We broke up.’

‘Why?’

‘We just…had different ideas about the future.’

‘Like what?’

Mo Guan Shan smiled.

‘Are we playing twenty questions?’

He Tian grimaced.

‘Sorry, I’m being a little nosy, aren’t I?’

‘I’m only teasing. Ask away.’

‘Ok, what were different ideas?’

‘He was in a hurry to settle down. Buy a house, have kids, all that.’

He Tian raised his eyebrows.

‘Was he your age?’

Mo Guan Shan shook his head, opening a soda and taking a drink.

‘He was 36.’

‘Oh. That makes a little more sense.’

‘Yeah.’

‘So that’s not what you want?’

‘It is, to an extent. Just…not with him, as it turned out. Not to mention the whole kid thing.’

‘So, what happened?’

‘He proposed. I said no. Relationships rarely make it through that.’

‘Did you want it to?’

‘No. I felt like I was wasting his time, so we broke it off. It was for the best, he’s married now and bought a house a few months ago.’

‘You guys still talk?’

‘He ended up with a friend of my sister’s, so we all go out for lunch from time to time.’

‘That all sounds very…adult.’

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

‘So, what about you? I imagine you’re not really the domestic type, no plans in that department?’

‘I’ve spent the last few years focused on the club. That didn’t leave time for much else.’

‘That doesn’t answer my question.’

‘Everyone I’ve been with has had their own plans for the future. I’m just a momentary convenience. A fun distraction for a night or two. It’s easier that way.’

‘That doesn’t answer my question either.’

He Tian smiled.

‘I guess in the back of my mind I’ve always assumed I’d settle down with someone at some point…’ he trailed off.

‘But…?’ Mo Guan Shan prompted.

‘But, as time passes I only come to pity the poor soul that tries.’

‘That’s very pessimistic of you.’ Mo Guan Shan chastises.

‘Maybe so but, in the long run, who could ever want someone with so much baggage?’ He asked bitterly.

The atmosphere in the car had shifted.

Mo Guan Shan took his hand.

‘Someone with a really big closet.’

In lieu of a response, He Tian lifted his hand, kissing his fingers softly.

-

Mo Guan Shan napped.

He Tian thought about the nights he’d spent alone.

And nights he’d spent with company, feeling impossibly more alone.

He thought about watching Jian Yi and Zhengxi as their relationship grew and changed over the years.

He’d always been happy for them, but for the first time-

He was…jealous?

The part of him that did want a meaningful relationship.

That part did want affection and love and security.

The part that had given up gone to sleep in an effort to hide from his nihilistic unpleasantness, had woken up, stretched, fetched a cup of coffee, and now watched patiently as situation began to unfold.

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Shiro wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to the point where Earth felt surreal, but here he was.

It had been a week going back and forth between the Garrison, Washington DC and New York.  A week of first proving they were alive, then proving they were safe, then proving they were right.  A week of hearing the words ‘pilot error’, which still sent a jolt of cold betrayal through him with every utterance.  And it was amazing how people still clung to that story: they’d had years to absorb it, and even seeing Shiro, Sam and Matt alive somehow didn’t shake it.  Instead, they believed Shiro’s pilot error had gotten them captured.

Shiro really didn’t like that assumption.

Matt and Sam seemed to hate it.

Finally, they’d been allowed to head home.  And Shiro had been invited to go along with the Holts immediately, but he’d refused.  For one, Dr. Holt deserved at least some one-on-one time with her actual family, no matter how often he was told that he belonged there.  It was about her getting to reconnect, not Shiro.

That and he’d had a goal.

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A Single Man (2009) sentence starters

  •  For the past eight months, waking up has actually hurt.
  •  Only fools greet the day with a smile.
  •  Looking in the mirror, staring back at me isn’t so much a face as the expression of a predicament. 
  •  Then again, my heart has been broken.
  •  You’re the one always saying we’re invisible.
  •  For the first time in my life I can’t see my future.
  • There’s been a car accident.
  • You forgot to take the bread out of the freezer this morning.
  • You look awful, what have you been doing?
  • I find them staring at me in a kind of bovine stupor as if I were lecturing in a foreign language.
  • Remind me why we shouldn’t all just be annihilated?
  • You seem to think this is all a joke.
  • If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, then it’s not a world I want to live in.
  • Minority is only thought of as one when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority, a real threat or an imagined one.
  • Fear is taking over our world.
  • Fear of things gets to me all the time, but you can’t talk about it with anyone, or you just sound like a fool.
  • I don’t think s/he’s afraid of anything.
  • How can you live in Los Angeles and be afraid of cars?
  • Do you ever get high?
  • You walked all the way down here just to talk to me?
  • What makes you think I’m spiritual?
  • I was just hoping that perhaps we could get together for a drink or something sometime. 
  • You haven’t slept with her, have you?
  • If you sleep with wo/men then why are you with me?
  • How can you be so sure of everything at your age?
  • He says you’re light in your loafers.
  • Sorry about the broken glass.
  • Could I have another cigarette?
  • Are you sure you don’t want to go for a drive?
  • You’re better than James Dean.
  • My mother says that lovers are like buses. You just have to wait a little while, and another one comes along.
  • What are you reading, anyway?
  • And what highbrow work of fiction might you be reading?
  • The dumbest creatures are always the happiest.
  • What could be better than being tucked up here with you?
  • I mean, if I died right now, it would be okay.
  • I can’t, I’m too old to get up.
  • Whenever you do something sweet you’re too ashamed to admit it.
  • I wouldn’t mind if ‘old’ didn’t exist, but I’m not sure ‘senior’ is what I’m aiming for either.
  • The other day at the car wash a young man looked me up and down and asked me if I was a natural blond/e.
  • Oh, we could always go back to London, the two of us.  
  • Don’t you ever miss this, what we could have been to each other?  
  • I suppose I’m just jealous you and I never had that kind of love.
  • You raise a child and love it, and then when they’re old enough, they just leave.
  • Feeling sorry for myself is definitely not one of my great pleasures.
  • I’ve done everything the way that I was supposed to, and all I have to keep me company is a bottle of gin.
  • I swear you really almost had me, and a tiny tear was beginning to form in the corner of my eye.
  • You are still breathtakingly beautiful, when you can be bothered to get up out of bed and stop whimpering about everything for five minutes.
  • If you’re so smart, why don’t you do something new with your life?
  • Can’t we just feel sorry for ourselves a little bit longer?
  • You never really did take me seriously, did you, [Name]?
  • You looked like you could use a friend.
  • I just needed to get out of the house. The lure of a cold beer got me.
  • I’m supposed to meet some friends, but I can’t find them.
  • One must always appreciate life’s little gifts.
  • So if the past doesn’t matter and the present is a total drag, what about the future?
  • Actually, I feel really alone most of the time.
  • I mean, we’re born alone, we die alone, and while we’re here we are absolutely, completely sealed in our own bodies.
  • We can only experience the outside world through our own slanted perception of it.
  • You know, the only thing that’s made the whole thing worthwhile has been those few times when I’ve been able to really, truly connect with another human being.
  • I had a hunch you might be a real romantic.
  • Everyone keeps telling you that when you’re older, that you’ll have all this experience, like it’s some great thing.
  • We’re invisible, don’t you know that?
  • They ought not to let you out on your own, you’re liable to get into real trouble.
  • I think we should get you out of those wet clothes.
  • I think what you really want to ask me is if we sleep together.
  • Sometimes I think I’m crazy because I see things so differently to everyone else.
  • I feel like I can talk to you.