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Owosa’s  commissions OPEN Σ(Д)!?

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like in general, there’s no sexual graduation into different sex acts. there’s no hierarchy of “more” or “less” “real” “adult” “boring” “true” sex acts. having a dynamic experience with another person physically for sexual gratification is what makes something a sex act, and some sex acts are risky and unequal, and if it makes you uncomfortable no kind and caring partner will expect you to “perform” it. if they do expect it, or try to get you to do it, they’re being transparent as fuck what their priority is and that’s solely their own satisfaction. And it should tell you a lot about that person if part of their satisfaction comes from a disregard of their partner’s comfort. So any source asking you to be motivated into sex acts outside of “I want to feel pleasure and explore my desires with another person who is eager to do the same with me” it’s shitty and doesn’t care about you and just wants you to be a sex performer and we’re naturally sexual we don’t need to perform.

Diary of a Black Male: Entry #46

I met this girl at work a few of months back. I thought she was cute so I gave her my number, but I told her we would talk business. Her name is Melanie– short, brown skin– one of those delta sorority sisters who sounds mad country. She wanted to work on this piece with me– at least that’s what she made it seems like. She wanted to do a spoken word visual about growing up in poverty as black people. I thought she had a great vision. I let her know that it was a really good idea. I was kind of excited to be honest. She called me that same night to talked about it and everything sounded like a go.

We made arrangements to meet up to actually discuss this vision. We sat down and thought about different ways to portray the different ideas. We had gone through a lot in our short time on this earth. We came from different backgrounds, so she never saw the things that I saw. She told me I introduced her to a new world. She told me she liked that about me. I wasn’t sure if it was the compliment or not but at that moment I felt some real ass chemistry. Before you know it we started to share some personal thing about our life. She told me she appreciated how open and transparent I was. Things had got really deep.

Maybe a little too deep, I could tell it had gotten a little overwhelming so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She agreed and we went outside and just start walking. It felt great. I love nature. I love everything about it. It kind of helps me feel free. I could tell she felt a little better herself. Finally, we had a seat on the bench that was right outside this coffee shop. She told me that she was glad she ran into me when she did. She told me I seemed like a great guy and she could the two of us becoming really great friends. I agreed. I definitely saw that too.

I cannot lie. That shit made my dick tremble a little bit. Don’t ask me how or why– just know that it did. I made the suggestion to link up again some other time. I told her we would have fun and the next time we link up we didn’t have to talk about the heavy shit. After that we kind of said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Later on that night she thanked me for listening to her. She told me she has always had so much to say but no one to really say it to. She told me that was the reason why she wrote– to say the things she couldn’t say to anyone else. Ironically, that was kind of the reason why I started to write. I used to write just to clear my mind. I wrote anything from poems to essays– outside of university work to journal entries.

The more she revealed about herself the stronger my attraction towards her became. Sometimes when she would speak I could just hear the passion in her voice. It was the sexiest thing ever. She made my dick tremble quite often and didn’t have to be talking about sex. Bruh, she told me a story about how she had to go off on her co worker– I swear I couldn’t help myself. That shit was sexy af. She just started going in and I could hear myself saying, “damn, I love you” I was thinking to myself, “this chick might be wifey.”

Over the span of couple months we had gotten really close. Sometimes when she came over she would spend then night. We had gotten really close. I felt like it was about that time to take our relationship to the next level. I felt like I could be myself with her and I felt that wholeheartedly. We had already gone on a number of dates. There was no reason why we weren’t already a couple. I had been thinking about it for weeks. I had even called my best friend to ask for his opinion. He gave me his blessings and that was all I needed. I trusted his word. He always had my best interest at heart.

That night I called her and asked her if she could meet me at the coffee shop. The coffee shop was the symbol of our relationship. It symbolized the pinnacle of our growth. It was apart of our history. We met there often to talk about our project ideas and to talk about life. That coffee shop meant a lot to our relationship and I wanted it to continue to be apart of us.

That night I told her to meet at the coffee shop so we could talk about this idea I had. It had been awhile since we actually sat down and talk about our ideas. My ideas often came to me while I was laying in bed. I would usually write them down before I go to sleep. We called each other every night before bed. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about her so much lately. I didn’t think about much of anything at night other than spending time with her. I guess you can tell how much I really liked her.

She called me to let me know she was close. I had already ordered some tea and sat on the outside. Before she got off the phone she told me that she had something to tell me. I had no idea what she had to say but it made me nervous. I was already been kind of nervous to finally ask her out despite being so close but it added to my anxieties. All types of things started to go through my head. I called my boy back real quick to calm my nerves but as soon as he answered the phone I could see Melanie pulling up.

I told him I’ll call him back and greeted Melanie. She smiled and gave me hug as usual. Everything seemed to be fine and my nerves seemed to have calm down. She asked me about the ideas I had. I kind of wanted to know what she had to say to me before I got into why I asked her to come out. I just told her away. I told her about a few project ideas for this short film I wanted to do. I wanted to document black hair and what our hair means to our identity. I wanted to focus on standard of beauty and natural hair for both men and women. There were some other things I wanted to discuss but I was too anxious to find out what she wanted to say to me.

She started to mention the weather and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She knew I loved shit like that. I thought it was going to have one of those romantic moments you read about in story books. After awhile my anxiety dissipated and I was actually feeling pretty good about everything. While we were walking she grabbed and held my hand. She told me that she really like me and maybe even loved me. I was excited and a little relieved but I also had butterflies in my stomach. I could only smile despite the discomfort.

She mentioned her ex. She told me she wanted to tell me something and it had to do with him. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. My anxieties were going through the roof at this point. I stopped walking. I stood there and waited for her say something disappointing. I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Then she looked over to me and said “my ex is actually my husband” I just looked at her in disbelief. Apparently they hadn’t gotten a divorce but they were just separated– legally at least.

He had been overseas for six months on a mission. She said that he was coming back and that he was going to kick her out the house they had together. She told me they had some type of agreement but that didn’t matter to. She lied to me. She was never really honest with me. This entire time I thought I had really found someone to me. I thought I finally found someone. There was not enough unconditional love that would make me forgive her so easily. I couldn’t believe I let this happen to me.

She had a whole ass husband. A whole ass military nigga. I got so sick that I actually puked. I had to leave. I had to get away from the situation. I didn’t know what else to do. She could have told me about this. I don’t know why she hadn’t told me this to behind with. There had been so many opportunities for her to tell me about this but she waited until the moment I thought she couldn’t do any wrong.

She told me that she had more to say but I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to hear it. I just went home. I didn’t even call my boy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. She had been hitting me up that entire night but I refused to answer. I just put on some Jazz music and internalized everything gotdamn thing that has ever happened in my entire life up until that point until I just fell asleep of exhaustion.

I felt so empty and incomplete but I also had this heaviness about myself. I didn’t want to talk to her but I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I found out what else she had to say. I shut myself out from the world for a couple days. I just hadn’t been feeling like myself. I hadn’t returned any of her calls and to be honest it was eating me alive. I needed something to help me take my mind off of Melanie. I thought if I invited another woman over that she would help me take my mind off of things. I thought she would make me feel good– make me feel like myself again.

I called Jasmine. We used to mess around from time to time. I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I ask her if she wanted drop after she got home from work. That usually meant she would come through for sex. I thought that was something I needed but when she got there I just wasn’t feeling it. I could barely function let alone entertain a woman while the entire time I was thinking about someone else. I didn’t make me feel any better. I actually felt worse. I thought she would be fun. I thought she would’ve brought me out of that shitty mood I was in but all she really wanted to do was to have sex. I guess I got what I was asking for.

I had been too detached to do anything remotely close to sex and Jasmine didn’t like it. She had gotten really upset so I just asked her to leave. While escorting her out Melanie pulled up.

Tricked

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin


Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) meeting in an unusual way.

Word count: 846

A/N: Just thought of posting another Sebastian imagine. I love him so much and I honestly miss Seb. I hope you guys like it.

My requests are still open and you can request from the Flash, Arrow,Super Girl, Glee, Shameless, Grant Gustin and Stephen Amell.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/F/T/S) is Your Favourite TV Series.


It was your lunch break and you decided to go to Lima Bean alone since you needed some coffee to wake your body and soul up. You were almost sleeping during your maths classes and you knew that caffeine was the solution and the hero of your day.

It was also your fault, because you stayed up until 3 am as you tried to finish a season of (Y/F/T/S). You’ve watched that series many times now, but you never got tired of it. Of course, it was your favourite, how could you even get tired of it?

“(Y/N)!” You quickly turned your head as the barista over the counter finally called your name. You happily hopped to the counter and got your paper cup full of caffeine.

“Thank you.” You smiled widely and you started to walk towards the transparent glass door.

“Bye! Have a nice day.” The barista greeted you and you turned your head to flash her a sweet and wide smile.

“Bye.” You responded as you turned your head back through the transparent door.

You were about to open the door when a tall boy suddenly bumped you and it caused you to shower him with your burning hot latte macchiato.

“For fuck’s sake!” The boy hissed as the coffee burnt his fair coloured skin and he quickly took his familiar navy blue with some red lines blazer off.

“OMG.” Your eyes widen and you quickly ran to the counter to get some clean white napkins. “I’m sorry.” You handed him the napkins and he tried to clean his stained blazer and white button down shirt.

“Damn, look where you’re going the next time.” He snapped at you and you quickly corrugated your forehead, finding the guy a little bit arrogant and irritating. “You have two eyes to see, not to be stupid.”

“Uhm,” you raised an eyebrow. “excuse me?”

“Oh, fuck off!” He rudely pushed you away from him.

“Asshole.” You insulted him, obviously losing your temper. Who wouldn’t? You were just trying to make it up to him. “Tell me how much do you want me to pay for that worthless blazer you have there?”

“You surely can’t afford it, so don’t even bother.” He smirked at you, letting go of his frown this time.

“Fucker.” You threw him your empty paper cup and you started to walk to the transparent door once again.

“Hey,” He put the cup on an empty table and he suddenly stopped you as he pulled your left soft hand towards himself. “what’s your name?”

“It’s not your business, lunatic douche.” This time, it was your turn to snap at him. You were also confused because of his actions.

“Oh, c'mon!” He then started to laugh once again. “Let me buy you another cup of latte macchiato.”

“No, thanks.” You shortly answered as you tried to escape from his grip.

“I thought my friends told me that I suck at acting?” He snorted louder than before and you just looked at him, perplexed.

“Huh?” You corrugated your forehead once again.

“Sebastian Smythe,” he let your hand go as he extended out his right hand, ready to shake your hands.

“(Y/N).” When you finally decided to give in, you took his hand and shook your hands together.

“Your name is as beautiful as your face.” He winked at you, now he’s flirting obviously. You started to think that this Sebastian guy in front of you was bipolar, because, the moment before, he was so angry and he treated you bad and, now, he’s complimenting you and everything. “C'mon, let’s talk for awhile.”

“Alright.” You rolled your eyes as the two of you got a coffee table. He ordered a cappuccino for him and a latte macchiato for you.

As he was ordering, you started to admire his features. You realized that he was a handsome and elegant man. His hair was slicked back perfectly and he took care of his face, as there were no traces of pimples or blackheads. His tie was stained, together with his school uniform, but his outfit still perfectly fit to him.

“(Y/N)!” He snapped his fingers as he tried to catch your attention.

“Hmm?” You shook your head and considered his emerald coloured eyes.

“I’m sorry for how I treated you before.” He regretfully said. “I was practicing for a theatre role and I thought that it would be funny to try it to you.”

He explained his reason and you just shook your head while having a playfully smile.

“Sebastian, you’re an asshole.” You both chuckled as your anger started to fade away. “You deserved to get that free coffee shower earlier.”

“I know,” He winked at you with a smirk on his lips. “but I am happy that I tricked you and not someone else.”

“Indeed!” You agreed on his statement happily and he just let out a soft giggle.

“Friends?” He asked you seriously.

“Friends.” You replied.

You were happy that you gained a new friend, even though you met in an inappropriate, but creative and original way.


My North Star (pt 4)

Originally posted by eyomo


A/N: I got around to writing part four tonight! I hope you all like it. There no way in hell that this is going to be finished by part 5, because I’m thinking of at least another three parts. BUT Let me know if you want a part 5, otherwise I’m not going to continue to write!

Summary: You have been in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life, for as long as you can remember. But what happens when the new girl comes along? And a new guy, who’s pining for your heart.

Length: 3563 words omg sorry not sorry. I’ll make the rest of the parts shorter 

Previous parts: part 1 part 2 part 3

Genre: angst, romance, fluff.

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So for this one I decided to combine the requests (strangely enough they were requested one after the other, so I guess it’s fate! haha) 

76. Read a girl who dates books.
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91. Let me sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your dumb hand, you piece of shit. (* Had to change this one so it can fit the story better.)
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54. Oh my God are you seeing this shit?

@the-almighty-potato-chip ; anon 💛💛💛

College is probably any “young adult”’s dream. And no, mostly likely not because of the studying and meeting new people and all that jazz, well they do some “research”, if you know what I mean. Those who study Medicine say “In the name of science”.

While I say “In the name of your horny ass!”.

You see, most chicks my age would love to live in a dorm with probably more guys then they could ever dream of, but after the first month of sleepless nights, due to the constant banging on walls and yelling at 3 A.M, because an asshole decided to get wasted and get laid ; and the moaning, the God damn moaning!

As if half of them have some competition of some sort “Who will bang a complete stranger loudly.”

Guess what “NO ONE but your blond ass girl friend wants to freaking wants to know, you stupid! And before you get offended - she’s literally blonde, so ten points for me.”

And now? Well tonight is no exception. Weekends you know. Yaay!
So excuse me, but I will have to go and have a friendly chat with my neightbour. Oh, the joy! “

– AUGUST 24 ; 3:15 A.M. / END OF BLOG ENTRY. –

You grunted loudly, moving your closed lap top to the side of the bed and banged on the wall a few times, but guess what - no result whatsoever.

“Argh! You ridiculously stupid morons!” - Your yells only seemed to encourage them and the moaning intensified and they even started dropping some yells as well. “Oh God! Oh Yes!”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” - you murmured to yourself, running fingers through your messy hair. Grumpily, you stomped to your closet, put some shoes and a cardigan ontop of your tank top and headed straight for your front door.

“Ha! Nice to meet you Elise, in this beautiful and quiet night! Did you have your beauty sleep?” - you dramatically asked upon seeing your best friend stomp out of her room as well. “Don’t my endereye circles say it all?” - she retorted and together you stood in front of HIS door.

You slammed your fist against it a few times and after a few moments the moaning stopped. “OH, a miracle! We managed to get them to shut the fuck up!”- “No, a miracle will be if we can manage to do this with the whole God damn floor!” Elise had a point though!

The door slowly got open and there he stood “Oh wow, you actually had the decency to put a shirt on! And I’ve been sitting here, mentally preparing myself I’ll have to deal with seeing your dick again.”

“Again? When did you get to see my dick?” - the smirk on his face was unbelievably annoying and attractive at the same time, which made it just more annoying ; and the tone of his voice was pushing all your buttons.
“Well if you weren’t such an exibitionist you’d have noticed when walking around the door with your dick almost hanging out from your God damn towel!”

With one arm rested on the door frame, his shirt slightly lifted up in one corner, showing that V-line just enough for you to notice he’s been working out; shorts loosely hanging around his hipbones. He was a distraction, but he shouldn’t be so cocky about it, because you weren’t falling for it anyways!

“I think you and your friend should slow it down a little” - Elise finally spoke, but his eyes shifted to her just for a second and as he shrugged his shoulders they were back on you again. “You are free to join us, if you’d care to do so.”

He seductively ran a hand up and down his chest, while Elise just threw her hands in the air and you pointing your finger at him, head turning to your frien in disbelief “Oh my God are you seeing this shit? Are you for real trying to fuck your way out of this?”.

You laughed to yourself and poked him in the chest “Listen, Worthington, I’m tired of you trying to fuck your way out of everything! Yea, you’re hot and what? Maybe for one time in your life you should try to read a girl who dates books, instead of bringing a new chick every night!”

His blue orbs were looking down at you, shining and sparkling, suddenly you felt the heat of his gaze embrace you and you felt overwhelmed by the fact that you were actually in his face - just mere centimeters away from him! So close, goosebumps travled down your spine.

But quickly, you snapped out of your daydream as he said with a smirk “You mean, I should Date a girl who reads books?” - you narrowed your eyes at him questionably - “Yes, what did I say?” - “Read a girl who dates books.”

You looked up for a moment and slightly shook your head “Well, I was mad though!–” - “Is she always this fiesty?”

Warren pointed at you, and looked at Elise a lips curved up in a smile. You just crossed your eyes and turned around to glare at her when she jokingly answered “All the time. B-but she has a point!”

Happily, you faced him again. The score was equal now - point for him : point for you. And then he scored ten more points with the question “Or maybe that’s just a delicate way of telling ME, I should date YOU?”

Hit by his comment, your brain spun around on 360 degrees. This guy can turn any conversation into a compliment for himself.
You put your hands up in surrender “Yes Warren! You got me! I want you to let me sleep in your shirts and hold your hand and even snogg your face off! Wow! Am I that transparent?”

Were you? Really? Could this be it? …Dramatic pause Ladies and Gentlemen… No idea.

Even though your voice was obviously sarcastic, his eyes were still glowing, trying to sink into your soul. The smile was still there - on his face, like he was about to misbehave. Looking at your face, listening to your voice, he wondered how you never realised those things get him going.

“You want my shirt?” - with a swift motion he took it off his chest, the smirk dancing on his Godly face. Your jaw dropped as he did that, but he looked quite amused and happy with himself. 

You tried…not…to stare too much? Is God testing your patience or something? Because it was working! But you must resist! That sounded like a nun trying to preach a sinner.

“Oh boy.” - you started, almost with a whisper “Have you even heard of sarcasm at least once in your life?” sounding as if you were about to facepalm yourself didn’t help. Warren tilted his head to the side, observing you, then leaned on his arm that was still rested on the doorframe and touched his lips with two fingers.

He looked as if he was thinking very hard about something, eyes set on you, the corner of his lips twitching, but he was quiet - the clock was ticking and every second felt heavier under his gaze. 

You can’t look away, like a magnet he is holding your gaze, the air in your throat gets thicker, your palms get sweaty, your heart has no idea what is going on - is it beating fast, or is he melting it away? You expected a good old confrontation, not a nerve game, that’s poking your feelings and whatnot!

He scratched his jaw, blinked heavily two or three times - just like on a slow motion. In his mind the cards were already put on the table and he did the first move. The smirk on his face, was what showed his inner thoughts - “We’ll get there eventually.”

He stepped back, finally after what seemed like ages - just to you of course, for your friend those were just five seconds of “Who will blink first?”

Clearly you weren’t ready yet. Not yet. So he handled you to shirt and with a wink said “You should keep it.”

The warmth of it caught you unprepared and the next time you looked up you saw the closed door. 

Looking back at the shirt in your hands, then back up at the door, you shut off your thoughts and turned around to meet your friend’s confused face: 

“Well that didn’t turn out the way I imagined it.”


Tbh I think I might do like a PT.2 for this one, like maybe his POV or smth else. What do you think about it guys? :}

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uh some bi kai icons bc i wanted some yes the second one is the same pic of kai but slightly zoomed out more

hey guys i kinda want to do more edits like this

so if any of you want little transparents of your favorite characters/team feel free to send me suggestions!!!

EDIT:

i’ll also do it with their battle sprites (you just have to tell me which ones) 

Ok.
Sorry for being late but a promise is a promise~

As I said before I’m going to do an art raffle.
Rules?
-Being a follower
-DON’T unfollow after the raffle it’s over, c'mon, that’s really rude, humhum
-After the raffle ends, please don’t be rude to others,we can always make more in the future

-You MUST reblog this post, LIKES DON’T COUNT, reblog only ONCE please

So, straight to the point:

1st place:
Full body (semi chibi cause I suck at drawing realistic stuff I’m sorry)

2nd place
Bust!

3rd place
Icon baby!

If this raffle reach 500 notes I will add a 4th place as well, that can be an icon as well or something like that~

Things I won’t draw:
-NSFW (just really SLIGHT nsfw)
-Mecha
-Difficult background, actually I’m more of simple backgrounds
-Really complex designs (no swords, guns, etc, pls)
-Furry (Maybe Hybrid things can do)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that’s it!

Another thing, for the future winners, you can tell me if you want your drawing with transparent background or not~

The art raffle starts now and ends in July,31 at  4pm (UTC-04:00) Santiago,Chile.
More details might be added later~!

Good luck!

Dear no one,

If we ever meet, just know that I am a very awkward person. I won’t look at you eye to eye unless I get comfortable. I can’t speak my mind yet because you might get turned off.

Please be patient to get to know me, because it really takes time, I don’t just open myself to anyone I just met for a month or two. If I ever be transparent to you, you earned my trust and that’s not just anything you can throw anywhere and anyhow, you earned it. You paid your time and effort to earn me.

If I get comfortable with you, do not be surprised for I may turn into someone you never thought I would be. Honestly, I am clingy and sweet. I will tell you almost everything that’s on my mind, even the most disgusting one. I will always want to cuddle. I will always want a hug, long and tight hugs. I can be jealous but not that too possessive.

Also, If I ever feel that I am a burden to you or just feel that you don’t want to talk to me anymore, I will probably distance myself. I don’t want to seem like a desperate, trying to talk to people who don’t seem to care. It may not be obvious, but I love myself, maybe not just how people should be loving themselves, but still, I love myself. If you don’t like me, I won’t change myself just for you to like me.

If you stay and If we fall in love, just know that I love rarely but deeply. I am so loyal that just talking to other guy makes me feel conscious and you talking to some other girl makes me feel anxious. But it’s okay, I can take all the pain, just don’t leave me. I don’t know if I can stand to be left alone again.

If you come too soon, know that I was on the verge of death before you met me. I. Am. So. Fragile. My apologies for you have to deal with someone like me. I know you don’t deserve me, but this may all be worth it. You can fix me, we can.

PS. Please remember that you don’t get to fix a broken glass the way it was before, it will always be broken. Keep my trust and don’t break it.

—  If you come too soon // September 2017

“… it’s just acting, you don’t have to hold my hand that tight?”

“What about you? you don’t have to touch my back…?”


“This school play is crap.”


I’ll say more later, cuz time 4 bedd. but hey, should i make a comic out of thiss?? =))


//WITHOUT FILTER.

if you want a transparent of this… uh, tell me?

Hell and Silence || Chapter Ten

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 5,001

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, Heavy petting

A/N: CHAPTER 10! We’ve reached double digit chapters, guys! Unfortunately, that does mean I’ll be taking this party DOWN TO MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT!!! Fear not, loyal readers- I’ll still update this account letting you guys know if a new chapter of Hell and Silence has been posted there and link the chapter, maybe even update here with imagines but Hell and Silence is my primary focus pretty much. And as I post the chapters, even if you’ve read Hell and Silence before- you might want tor reread. I’ve changed up quite a few things that may seem little, but they have a big impact. OTHER THAN THAT, ENJOY CHAPTER 10. ENJOY MY BBYS VANESSA AND DEREK!!!!!

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CHAPTER TEN

DEREK

The sun had started to come up, yet I haven’t slept a bit. I’d spent the whole night awake watching Vanessa drift in and out of consciousness, eyelashes fluttering and body twitching every so often. Sometimes she would even hum little melodies- and I didn’t want to miss a second of it.

I ran my fingers through her messy mane of wavy dark hair, watching as the sunlight hit it making it flash a deep reddish color, and making her necklace reflect shimmering bits of purple light into my wooden floors. My thumb had moved to start rubbing the outline of her cheekbone when she started to stir under me. Slowly, Vanessa’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing those gorgeous amber iris’.

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Nothing Better Than This, With You

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

Summary: Jimin’s thoughts and doubts wont let him sleep, Yoongi does all he can to reassure and affirm the dancer.

Too much fluff, 1.6k

Note: I’m at an internet cafe !! I don’t really like these places because they’re full of boys playing games but I couldn’t stomach not going on tumblr for so long a time urgh. Hope you guys like this! It’s part 1 of 2 c:

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“Hyung? Yoongi-hyung wake up”

Yoongi stirred from his sleep, eyes bitter and a little disoriented from being woken up.

“Jimin? What time is it?” He lifted his head off the pillow slightly, turning to look at the dancer tucked into his side.

“A little past two. I’m sorry.” Jimin mumbled, face heating up out of embarrassment. “I should’ve just let you sleep.”

“No baby, it’s okay.” Yoongi mumbled, shifting his body so he could wrap his arms around Jimin, letting the younger boy cuddle into his bare chest. “Talk to me.”

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Yesterday I was ringing up a customer and I noticed he had his daughter with him, who was probably no older than 3. I told him that his daughter is absolutely beautiful and he goes “we know! We have to cover her in bacon to keep the Jews and Muslims away from her!” And for a second I thought maybe I misheard so I asked him to repeat himself and, unfortunately, I heard it correctly. Let me tell you, I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life. So I’m standing there grimacing because we’re not allowed to be rude to customers but I’m pretty transparent so he can tell that I’m not too thrilled. So then he goes “it’s a joke. I tell this joke to Jewish people all the time and they think it’s hilarious. It’s okay though, not everyone gets it.” And I was just standing there thinking “oh believe me, I get the joke in the sense that Jews and Muslims aren’t supposed to eat bacon. What I don’t get is why you would specifically want to keep Jews and Muslims away from your daughter? Like, what do they have to do with her and why would they specifically come after her?” We just stared at each other for 10 seconds before he quickly changed the subject to his experience living in Japan.

How I can fall in love with someone

Honestly I’ve noticed that I need 4 things in a relationship: attention, affection, loyalty, and effort.

Attention: that’s obvious. Text me every once in awhile and say you’re busy doing ___ or ___ if we’re unable to talk. FaceTime me. Snapchat me. It’s not that difficult to either be texting or letting you know you can’t text me. And the texts don’t even have to be meaningful. I could just get a “yo I’m taking a shit lmao what’s up” and we can just have a conversation from that.

Affection: If PDA isn’t your thing then cool. I don’t need fuckheads staring at me anyways. But there’s definitely other ways other than public displays of affection to show me that you care. Whether it’s text messages, physical words, small gestures. I don’t need much. Just a little something something here and there.

Loyalty: obviously. Don’t be secretive. I’m not secretive because a relationship should have 200% transparency. I want to assimilate into your life, I don’t want to “be” your life. I don’t want people to cut off their friends for me. And i really don’t like telling somebody they can’t talk to ___ or ____ because I feel insecure. And alongside loyalty, show me off. I’m not asking you to write paragraphs on instagram/twitter/whatever. But just a simple Snapchat of us or just of me candid of us hanging out on your story. Or just a picture on instagram of the two of us, it could just be something as simple as “Out here chillin’”. That’s usually enough to deter anyone away and to me, it shows another way of loyalty. But I’m also not asking to plaster your social media platforms with me, that’s annoying, extra, and unnecessary.

Effort: if someone is doing the other 3, I believe this one should be the easiest. It’s literally all 3 of them wrapped up into one. Just be there for me. Support me. And grow with me. I’m not asking you to be my world or for you to make me your world. I’m asking you to look at your world and know that you want me to be part of it.

*This is what I’d ask for a potential partner to do for me. Obviously if I’m asking this, I could do the exact same thing I’m asking.