Exmuslim Woman who lives everyday in fear: Islam has ruined my life. It deprives me of all my rights. I can’t love who I want to love. I am my father’s property till I am my husband’s. I hate the hijab/niqab. Islam is misogynistic. The quran is full of contradictions. My parents would kill me if they found out. I can’t keep living like this.
Western Muslim Woman who grew up in a Liberal Family and has never read the quran: Islam doesn’t say that! That’s not the correct interpretation!! That’s not real Islam!! hashtagreligionofpeace!!!
Random Tumblr Person: STOP BEING ISLAMOPHOBIC!!! ISLAM IS PEACEFUL!!!
“What happened? Wait, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”
“Let’s get this over with.”
“Well, I THOUGHT I was going to get things done today…”
“This is going to blow up in our face, isn’t it?”
“Why must everyone I care about worry me so much? I don’t have one friend where I think ‘oh, they can handle themselves’, but, no, I’m constantly stressed out because god knows what Italy is up to right now.”
“I’m the only responsible person I know.”
“Why doesn’t anyone listen to me? I’m the voice of reason!”
“Who hurt you? Where aRE THEY!? I WILL KILL THEM!”
“I get no respect! No respect at all!”
“Why do people insist on harassing me?”
“My book! After a long, hard day, I can finally read my book!”
“Everyday, I have a schedule, and everyday, it gets ruined against my will.”
“Life is just a series of people I want to punch in the face, but can’t.”
“If you die, I will kill you!”
“Sorry, no stupid questions after 1:00.”
“I don’t trust people who find my brother funny.”
“My dog is the only person who understands me.”
“I can be funny! Why did the chicken cross the road?…I don’t know where I was going with that…”
“I’ll watch a movie with you as long as the dog doesn’t die.”
“I met Gilbert for the first time, and WHOOSH! There went my sanity! Right out the window! Gone! Never to be seen again!”
“That’s it. I quit. I’m going home, eating chocolate cake, and going to bed.”
“Thanks for this wonderful experience, I’ll remember to tell my therapist about it!”
“You used to be such a happy kid.” Yongguk spoke from across his mohogany desk. “Kid? That’s kind of condescending, considering you’re only two years older.” I spoke and looked him dead in the eye. Not many would dare to do so if they were in my position, getting stared down by the fearsome Bang Yongguk. But I knew him long enough to know he wouldn’t hurt me, my father left him his bussiness after all.
“True, I remember when I was first starting out here. I was seventeen and you were fifteen. Everytime your father confronted me or called me in for a meeting, you would sit at that desk back there with your nose in a book. Whatever you read, it made you happy.” He said and a small smile formed on his plump lips. I remembered it all so well, that included getting so scared whn I heard the gunshots in the warehouse because a different gang thought they could take the B.A.P. Or remembering that time I walked in on a meeting gone south in my father’s office, which ended up with the heated barrel of a gun pressed to my head.
I shook my head in attempts to shake the thoughts out. “Why’d you call me here?” I asked in a sigh. He got up from his chair and perched himself on the desk, the gun strapped to his hip revealed itself to me. Yongguk had lost a lot of weight and he looked tired. Being a leader was taking it’s toll, noticeably. His eyes met mine again, but with a different feeling.
“Everymorning when I walk into this damned office, I look at that small desk. The desk you used to sit at in those dresses with the flowers. I think about you everyday, about how I should’ve asked your father’s permission to date you.I think about the shot I’ve missed and seeing you here so grown and unhappy pains me.” Yongguk confessed, after years of no communication and one death.
“Yongguk, please don’t do this. Not now. It’s been years.” I said feeling unwelcomed tears appear. My feelings were undeniably the same, but I was scared. My fathers’ job ruined my mother, she lived in fear for his life every hour of everyday.
“I love you. I always have, I probably always will. I’m scared. I didn’t call you all of these year because the fear of something happening to you because of this job haunts me. But I cracked, I had to see you. I hoped you’d be as happy as you used to be.” He spoke softly, such an opposite to his deep voice.
My heart ached, I couldn’t leave, not after seeing him like this. He was tired and vulnerable and frankly so was I.
“Can you make me happy?” I asked, wiping my tears away and standing up. His large hand encased mine, gently. “I can try.”He answered sincerely. For a moment, I didn’t see the gang leader Yongguk. I saw the seventeen year old I used to steal forbidden glaces at from behind a book.
“That’s good enough for me.” I replied and his other hand cupped my face. We kissed for the first time and for the first time I felt safe.
A/N: I also write for B.A.P now! I took me a while to get a feel of their personalities, but now I have! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!
Request: Hi!! Can I request a fluffy jimin scenario where you spend his day off in bed all day keeping each other warm? Thank you!!
Sorry this is so short but I think it’s cute enough being a bit shorter. Any longer and it would’ve been too long for my liking! but thank you for requesting some Jimin!!!!! This boy is my BIAS WRRREEEECCKKKEEERRR and honestly ruins my life everyday with his cuteness. No I just need some more Taehyung requests. That would be nice. GO DO THAT PEOPLE!
Jimin had gotten home late last night and you were too tired to greet him. He had fallen asleep right when his head had hit the pillow and he had a day off tomorrow. It’s not like he never had days off but they didn’t come as often as you would like. Jimin had always made time for you anyways and now that he had a whole free day you were happy to spend it with him however he liked.
When morning rolled around you woke up first. The white curtains let the morning sun inside of your room. Dirty clothes were scattered on the wooden floors and the sound of Jimins soft snores could be heard. At how late he got home it only made sense. You turned to look at Jimin. You could only see his face from the eyes up, the white covers lifted up over his nose. He was bare faced and looked so peaceful you were tempted to snap a picture at how perfect he looked. Instead, you got up and went to the kitchen to make a good breakfast so that when he woke up he wouldn’t have to wait.
You got started on making something and made two cups of coffee for him and yourself. You put some water in a pitcher and ended up making crepes and eggs. You grabbed all the jams (lol), honey, and sugar not knowing what he’d want on his. The stack had a good amount and you began to search for a tray so the two of you could eat in bed. You searched through the cupboards but found nothing. You finally remembered there was one on top of the fridge but it was far back and you couldn’t reach it.
Suddenly, two hands lifted you up and you grabbed the tray. You turned to face a sleepy Jimin and pointed to your open bedroom door.
“Back to bed! You deserve a relaxing day,” you told him. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled at you.
“Okay,” he said in his morning voice and shuffled back to your room. You hurriedly put everything onto the tray and went to the room. You placed the tray down on the edge of the bed and told him to wait so you could grab the pitcher of water. Finally, you had everything set and you grinned at him.
“Does it look good?” you asked him.
“It looks great but I bet it tastes better so scoot it closer!” Jimin pouted, reaching for the out of reach tray of food. You giggled at him and pushed it closer to him. You went around your bed and joined him in eating what you had made. “Do you have anything planned today?”
“Nope! I’m all yours,” you smiled at him. The both of you ate quickly and you got up to put everything next to the sink. You were too lazy to clean it at the moment so you rushed back to bed. You walked into the room and were met by a sleeping Jimin. You ran and jumped onto the bed making him groan and open one eye slightly to glare at you. “Don’t fall asleep without me!”
Jimin closed his eyes again, ignoring your plea so you took your pillow and threw it onto his face. That time he turned the two of you over so that he was on top and attacked you with tickles. You giggled and squealed, soon begging Jimin to stop. When he finally did he simply laid on you and wrapped himself around you.
You grunted underneath him and tried to push him off of you. “No. Don’t fall asleep on me,” you groaned and tried to pinch his sides but he didn’t react. “I’ll cuddle you if you wake up,” you bargained.
“You would’ve anyways,” Jimin smirked as he turned off of you and pulled you onto him. You were facing each other in this position. You nuzzled your face into his chest and snuggled closer to him. “Can we spend the whole day like this?” he asked in a whisper.
“Yeah,” you whispered back. He kissed the top of your head and pressed his cheek on the top of your head. He hummed softly to you which is one thing you had missed like crazy.
You shivered as you realized the covers had been slung off of the bed and your short sleeved shirt wasn’t doing much when it came to warmth. You pushed your arms in between you and Jimin to keep them warm and Jimin caught on quick.
“Are you cold, baby?” Jimin asked you. You nodded your head. He reached for the covers that had fallen onto his side and lifted them back onto the bed. He wrapped the both of you in the warm comforter so that you were bundled together. “Better?”
“Much,” you answered. You looked up to meet his eyes and let him kiss you sweetly. “I missed you.”
“I know,” Jimin said sadly. “I missed you too.”
“I wish we could spend every day like this,” you sighed.
“Well, let’s just saver this one then,” he told you. “A day in bed.”
“What if I have to pee?” you frowned. He chuckled at your sudden silliness.
“Then you’ll have to pee the bed,” he answered you. You looked at him in horror making him laugh even more.
You put your head back on his chest and closed your eyes, the warmth making you a bit drowsy. You could hear Jimin’s silent snores once again and you looked at him again and wondered how you got so lucky.
“Stop staring,” Jimin muttered. He opened his eyes again and you answered him with a smile.
“I’m just gazing,” you said in your defense.
“Whatever you say,” he chuckled and put his arms back around you and the two of you relaxed the rest of the day, keeping each other warm in your shared bed.
“I love my Evil Regals! I’m always giving a shout out, if I could write it on my hand I would. I love my Evil Regals, I am so fascinated with them, as a group and how they’ve become friends with one another and sometimes they travel to see each other. It’s incredible. It’s nice, I have a relationship with them, I communicate with them via twitter and it’s a lot of fun for me. My symbol is a feather and it represents hope and sometimes they are going through things and I send them images of feathers and honestly it makes their day and they smile and they thank me…I could never imagine this could come out of the show. I’m really blown away. I do connect with them, I leave little videos; telling them thank you and how much I appreciate their support and, they’re a great group…I’m very lucky”.