new apartment!!!!

anonymous asked:

Hi i'd like to make a request pls if that's ok! Ok so you know V is like blind, well, what if he walked in on MC naked, and she like froze from shock, and obviously he didn't notice so he just walked in and went to touch her casually and whoops he grabbed her tiddy, how would he react???? <3 thanks bby

You knew V needed your help especially since he moved to a new apartment. After the incident with Rika, he wanted to move to a new place because he was haunted with memories of her. Who can blame him? The person he was in love with for so many years was the cause of his destruction. She ruined the lives of the many RFA members and you hated her with every single cell in your body. You hoped a bear would eat her for breakfast in Alaska. You shared your head trying to not think about the wrecked witch. You went to the pantry and took out the spices you needed to make lunch for V. You cared a lot for V in ways you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but fall for a gentle soul. You pushed your feelings aside because you don’t want things to get awkward between you and V. 

You heard his bedroom door open and you knew the scent of your cooking dragged him to the kitchen. Before you could turn around to guide him to the kitchen, you heard him grunt because he ran into the couch. You just smiled and gently grabbed his hand “How was your nap Jihyun?” you smiled and went slowly around the living room. His grip tighten around your hands “It was good but I was thinking about the conversation we had last night.” he extended his hand to reach for the chair so he can sit “I decided to have the surgery because I need to live my life again. I need to see the beautiful sky and I would love to stare in your eyes”. You turned into a tomato and just coughed “My eyes are basic Jihyun” you giggled while you turned to cabinets to get the plates. You served him lunch and it was peacefully. V really loved your cooking so he just stuffed his face with it. 

You notice the spaghetti sauce was all over his mouth and you reached for a napkin so you can wipe his mouth. V felt the sauce all over his face and he reached to hopefully grabbed a napkin. You put his hand down and leaned over to wipe his face. He hoped to grab your shoulder to get you a tight squeeze so you can know that he was grateful to have you in his life. He thought he was squeezing your shoulder but instead he grabbed your tit. His face had a confused look while he kept squeezing it “MC I think something is wrong with your shoulder, it feels a bit soft and squishy. We need to take you the doctor”. He kept feeling and squeezing till he felt a hard bump. You were just a mess. 

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“Jihyun um thats my” he stopped squeezing and you heard him gasp “tit” you stuttered. 

He still had his hand on your tit and slowly went up to your heart “I was grabbing your heart MC” he gave your chest a few pats and retracted his hand. You bursted out laughing and he did too. You were wheezing and you grabbed his thigh “Im grabbing your heart too Jihyun” and he started to wheeze from laughter. You were rubbing his thigh and gave it a few pats and continued to eat your spaghetti. You picked up the dishes and noticed he had a tint of redness on his check. You just smiled because your dream of Jihyun touching you came half true. 

Amour

Pairing: Reid x POC!Reader

Word Count: 772 (short i know)

Warnings: None really

A/N: So this is my first POC!Reader fic and I am really exited to be sharing this with you guys. I would like to let everyone know that i am an African American woman, so some of the readers insecurities are mine as well (and most of other poc’s). I hope you like it and this will be my 2000 followers celebration. As of yesterday i have reached 2000 followers and i am forever grateful to you all who supported me and like my writing. Even though i think its crap. Thank you all. I love you so much. 

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Black women were created of brown sugar and warm honey.

the sweetest thing to bless the earth.

Kicking the door closed to your new apartment, you set the last box down next to the couch. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you look around your new apartment. It’s mostly empty. Only your couch, love seat and bookshelf decorated the living room area, your queen size bed occupied your room. And the few things you brought with you are in the boxes.

You weren’t planning on moving so suddenly, not so far away either. Your parents weren’t too happy about the move, warning you that a woman of your age shouldn’t be moving to a new city by herself, especially an African American woman. The amount of violence and racism that have been shown towards the black community should have been enough to scare you out of the move. But the thought of finally living on your own and exploring something new excited you. So, you pack up what little things that you had and never looked back.

The apartment complex is an old building, the walls are paper thin, the wood and floorboards would creak and make noise, there’s a draft at night. Not only that but you have the last apartment that they had available and it was located on the top floor. Five floors of living facility with no elevator and you had to get the one on the very top. But beside those little imperfections, the place was cheap to live and it’s in walking distance to a grocery store, so that’s a plus. But no worries, you can just go out and buy the things. You have enough saving for it.

You began to unpack the few things that you brought with you, rearranging the few pieces of furniture into a way that you liked. You really need to go shopping; the lack of furniture is starting to bother you.

Finally finishing unpacking the few things in your boxes, you decided to get lunch. Remembering the small Chinese restaurant, you passed driving here. Putting on your shoes, you grab your jacket as you made your way to the front door, the wood making an annoying noise as you opened it.

As you opened the door, a tall man stood in front of you, his hand raised as if he was going to block on your door. He wore black slacks with black and white converse, a purple button up under a best. His long shaggy hair was tucked neatly behind his ear, as the purple button up he wore complemented his brown eyes.

You have never in your life have seen anyone as gorgeous as he is. Where the sight of him makes, your heart skip a beat and your breathing stop.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Get it together. Just a random man in your doorway, not like that never happened before.

“Uh…. Hi.” He spoke as he gave you a little smirk. Lord, he spoke and it sounded so fantastically good. The way his lips twitched when he said the one syllable.

Get a grip Y/N.

“Oh.. Uh.. Hi. How may I help you?” Good. Good. Act like you know how to speak to an actual person.

“The landlord sent out an email to the residence, informing us that someone was moving here. And I wanted to introduce myself.” He held out his hand. “I’m Spencer Reid. I live next door.”

Next door. As in the apartment right next to yours. The only other resident living on this floor next door. Thank you, Lord.

You took hold of his hand, and took notice to the slight grip he had on your hand as you shook.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” His smile widens, like the sound of your name gave him life. You felt a pull towards him, like something in this crazy world just wanted you to be here with him. Just the two of you.

All too soon, the spell was broken as his phone began to ring. He released you hand, digging for his phone in his pocket.

“Sorry but I have to go. It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again, Y/N.”

And just like that he was gone, bouncing down the flights of stairs into the world. You don’t know how long you stood there in your own little world. It felt like forever. You can still feel his touch longer on your fingertips. You sigh and fall against Your door frame. Your next-door neighbor is a hottie. You don’t care what anyone says this move is the greatest thing that happened to you.

But you can’t help but wonder if he likes black girls.


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>Katia Quest: Begin.

Your username is Katia_Managan69, you chose this unique username the day after you learned your lesson that using your real name on the internet is very dangerous and would probably lead to your untimely demise. Luckily though, you quickly switched it after an unmentionable incident that also was somewhat connected to what led to you moving to your new apartment in the first place.

Today is the day you decide to actually go outside and retrieve your stuff after ignoring the task for approximately 4 years. Even mentioning this amount of time makes you cringe at the fact that you’re too afraid to even step outside your apartment door except when unreasonably drunk.

You have been given numerous offers from strangers on the internet, all willing to help you move your stuff back in. Though you’re hesitant to accept due to the fact that strangers on the internet are known for doing strange things, like kidnapping and stuff like that.

Though before you decide to go through with any courageous action it’d be wise to actually come up with a plan first and get to know what sort of assets and tricks you have up your sleeves!

Don’t wanna be caught by a cop without a way to make sure you don’t piss your pants from fear.

((To Celebrate 4 years of running this blog I wanted to do a little Katia Quest! Feel free to still send in normal asks per the norm tho <3
And thanks to anyone that actually does submit commands :3 ))

7

It had been almost a year since she and Milo had gotten married and moved into their new apartment, and nearly 9 months since they had found out that she was pregnant…it had all happened quickly, too quickly. In a matter of less than 2 years, Lola’s life had gone from being unbearably slow, to moving at break-neck speed. Honestly, she wasn’t sure how to feel. 

She was happy, there was no denying that…but she was also terrified out of her mind. More than anything, although it made her feel terrible to think this, she wanted her pregnancy to be over. It had gotten to the point that she actually resented the baby for what it was doing to her. The life had been sucked out of her; even the most mundane of acts were a pure and utter challenge. This, however, was something that she kept locked up in the deepest, darkest parts of her core. She couldn’t tell Milo, not when the idea of being a father made him so happy! And it wasn’t like she didn’t want to be a mom. Some days, she just didn’t want to be anything at all. Some days, she didn’t event want to exist. 

Story of the day

So I moved into a new apartment last month for a new job and finally got to fetch my cats last week. They’ve been settling in well. Except last night when the younger one started to growl and stare at nothing. At midnight, of course, just as I was going to bed. Of course.

I got the whole show, growling, hair spiked up, hidden under the bed, staring at /something/ that was no here. I think I was more freaked out by the cat than anything else but still…I checked the apartment. And my front door wasn’t locked. And I can’t remember if I did lock it when I got in earlier.

So I locked the door, checked everything again, told whatever was here to get the fuck out and stop scaring my cat and went back to bed.

And I added, just to be safe, that if what happened had been to make sure I locked my door, then I was grateful but whatever was here still needed to get out there and stop scaring my cats. Well I shit you not but that’s when my cat stepped out from under the bed and stopped growling. Okay he still doesn’t look completely reassured yet but…what do you think?

MYSTERY STORY TIME

So there was a single, solitary kiwi on our counter in the kitchen.

And I decided to make fun of my roommate for it, because who buys one, single, solitary kiwi? So I asked her that.

Roommate: I didn’t buy a kiwi.

Me: This isn’t your kiwi?

Roommate: No?

Me: But this isn’t my kiwi.

Roommate: That kiwi was there when I got home.

Me: I don’t even eat kiwi!

As you can see, it’s a real kiwi. Here it is, on my counter, giving away nothing.

But I was still confused as to where it came from. Did one of us accidentally buy a kiwi at the store? 

So I looked up the Kiwiny company to figure out which stores it’s sold at, to see which one of us might have bought it, since we tend to use different grocery stores.

Kiwiny doesn’t have American retailers.

There is literally no reason for this kiwi to be in my kitchen.

UPDATE:

lots of people have been asking me if I ever figured out where the kiwi came from. So to provide an update on the magical kiwi … one day I took a nap and had a dream about those creepy spiders that hide in bananas and I thought like oh my god this kiwi is gonna be full of spiders. So I woke up and promptly put the kiwi in a ziploc bag. To contain the dream spiders.

The kiwi sat on the counter for a few days, then got moved to the top of the fridge to get it out of the way. It sat there for a couple weeks. It never appeared to go bad? I did eventually throw it out, just because I was confused about it and neither of us were ever going to eat the kiwi.

Never found out why the kiwi was in my kitchen. I guess we’ll never know.

UPDATE UPDATE:

Kiwiny is following me on twitter now.