seriously the best thing in that store

Being a violinist

•good finger dexterity

•tiny fingers

•toned arms (especially if you play fiddle music like damn)

•beautiful instrument

•you’re automatically smart if you play the violin. don’t ask why. it’s apparently a stereotype. just go with it.

•kids love you regardless. play something they recognize and they will love you.

•backpack cases

•you develop good hand-eye coordination and enhanced muscle memory

•covers sound 10000000x better when they’re played on violin. 100% confirmed by scientists.

•you get gigs VERY often when you’re for hire (seriously when did people get so demanding for violinists/fiddlers?)

•jam sessions!!!

•dexterity in fingers = 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

•music stores are your best friend

•electric violins are BAD ASS.

•violins are so diverse. they can be in jazz, bluegrass, classical, blues, swing, folk, gypsy, burlesque, ragtime, and basically every style of music.

•good vibrato sounds like heaven

•just basically a fun instrument to play. seriously.

•calluses. calluses. calluses.

•HICKEYS. Hickeys. Yes they are a thing, don’t look at me like that.

•*shoulder rest decides to fly out from instrument while playing*

•backache. arm ache. backache. fingers are sore. neck is sore. everything hurts.

•"Can you play Beethoven?“

•don’t even bother going anywhere with customs. they’ll hold you back because your instrument case looks "suspicious”.

•*bridge decides to snap out from under strings while practicing*

•"Can you play Devil Went Down to Georgia?“

•no matter how hard you try to make that fourth octave C sound pretty, it’s still going to sound like you stuck a fork up a baby bird’s ass.

•"can you teach me how to play it?”

•doesn’t matter if you rosin your bow; slurring to the open E string will make a godawful squeaking noise.

•"I promise I won’t break it"

•watching movies/TV with a violinist makes you cringe because it’s obvious they’re not a real violinist. (seriously, when they’re playing whole note open G they’re playing eighth notes on the E string. what the fuck.)

•"I thought violin and fiddle were two different instruments!“

•that song may sound cool, but don’t bother learning it when it’s in the key of C#.

•up bow. down bow. down bow. up bow. down bow. up bow. down bow. Wait, fuck. *erase*

•"no, I did not slaughter a horse to make my own violin bow.”

•that soreness in your wrist is from your countless attempts to perfect that vibrato. oops.

•tuner? check. shoulder rest? check. mute? check. rosin? check. bows? check. instrument in tune? check. sheet music? check. Advil? yes.

•you’re automatically a stuck-up snob if you play violin. that’s also a stereotype. don’t ask why. I have no idea.

•when your string breaks, it’s the equivalent to having your life flash before your eyes.

•electric violins and their equipment are worth your entire bank account. js.

•"play this song! right now!“

•*bow hits microphone stand*

•"sorry, I couldn’t hear you since my instrument is always in my ear.”

•everything hurts.

10 Tips From a Cosplayer

Okay, so I’ve been doin this nonsense for about 8 years now and here are my 10 biggest tips for anyone else doing this sadistic hobby (This is a bit geared towards people who make costumes just FYI. I will post another more geared for beginners or those who buy later)

1) Remember Why You Do This.

Maybe you showed up to con and were 1 of 74 Jinx’s. Or maybe your costume wasn’t as accurate as someone else’s. Or maybe it feels like everyone else made theirs and you bought yours. So what? Did you have fun? Did you meet friends, and/or bond with the people you came with? Unless you’re in the contests, remember that it ISN’T a contest. And even the contests are meant to be fun. Alternatively, don’t let any elitist fans ruin your fun.

2) Don’t Take Yourself So Seriously.

Remember that being a cosplayer doesn’t make you ‘more’ of a fan than someone who doesn’t. Remember that you do this for your own enjoyment and that is all that matters. Spend as long or as little as you want on a costume, end a con with 20 silly selfies and some new friends, compliment that other cosplayer in the same outfit because you clearly both have something in common, don’t think of them as competition.

3) Don’t Be Afraid to Ask for Help.

Parents, siblings, teachers, friends, neighbors, craft store employees, theater teachers, art teachers, people online. There are tons of people who could offer help with even little things like what glue to use on foam that needs heatshaping(non-flammable x-treme elmers glue is nice) , what paint to use on leggings (apparently fabric paint stretches with it just fine), ask your grandma what stitch is best for rounded edges on cotton (idk), ask a JoAnn’s associate what thread to use. In my experience store associates are extremely helpful, even with things like a second opinion on matching colors.

4) Use Coupons.

Seriously. If you can, set up an email just for coupons. Going to Michaels for a 2 dollar little thing of paint? Use that coupon they emailed you and now it’s 75 cents and you have more money for other things like fancy fabric or idk food. Check if any stores have student or teacher or senior discounts if that’s applicable, then you’ll have a discount even without coupons. Especially good for big purchases. If you’re buying everything at once there is almost definitely some sort of 5 off of 30 type of coupon out there. If you are able, this is a good way to set up a savings for con or your next costume maybe, just look at the receipt, see how much you saved and set that much (or a part) aside for food/hotel/gas/merch.

5) Look at your Source.

No matter how well you know your character or your design do not go very long without looking at the source. Working on a wig? Have a picture in front of you the whole time. Maybe sketch out the different angles beforehand. Going fabric shopping? Stare at the original. If you print out a reference pic know that it may be slightly off. If you’re doing a costume where the color seems different in every shot (like Rey from Star Wars) then pick the one you like. If you can, consider coloring or painting a swatch of the color on an index card and bringing it with you to compare. Seriously. Keep checking the source when working. It’s equivalent to “measure twice cut once”.

6) Measure Twice Cut Once.

Even in crunch. I know, it’s stressful and scary and frustrating but you know what is more frustrating and scary and stressful? It being 8pm the night before the con and you just cut that last bit of fabric too small. Or your wig too short. Seriously. Just double check yourself.

7) Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself.

Outdated meme but useful tip. If you’re getting anxious to a difficult level, or exhausted physically or mentally  address it. Take a break. Take a nap. Eat a meal. Go for a walk. Watch an episode of that show you’re trying to cosplay. Play that game. Watch cosplay videos if you’re scared of losing motivation. Just don’t push yourself too hard or you risk messing up parts of your costume and more importantly, you risk hurting yourself. Don’t work until you accidentally stab yourself with a hot iron and have a panic attack. Would you rather spend 15 minutes playing with your cat or crying and bandaging yourself?

8) Use It.

Found some fabric you love for that SnK skirt thing, but it’s infused with glitter?Who cares, use it. Every cosplay you have seen of Red Hood has a lot of leather and cargo pants but you want skinny jeans and suede? Use it. The costume is for you. Make it how you want. To quote the great Hilary Duff “Why Not?” Also, go listen to that song if you need encouragement. 

9) Enjoy The Whole Process.

Maybe it is redundant at this point but seriously. Have fun. Not just at the con, party, photoshoot, meetup etc. Have a wig styling party. You finished that jacket? Nice, wear it out shopping and be proud. Make a playlist for each character you work on or general motivational music. is great for this too. Test those seams/that hairgel/ those shoes/ flexibility by putting on your jam and dancing around. Send snapchats to your friends when you test your make up. Skype your aunt to show off that circle skirt. Put your hat on your dog. 

10) Procrastination isn’t Great.

Probably don’t put off making your costume by making a list of tips for other people.

anonymous asked:

how would the rfa v and saeran react if they were driving late at night with mc and she just randomly calls out their full name and says "i love you madly."?

aww! this is such a wholesome request. 。゚(TヮT)゚。 these made me feel all fuzzy when i wrote them, and i hope they make you feel all fuzzy when you read them, anon! WHY CAN’T I JUST TELL THEM ALL HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM,,;;


  • you and your actual puppy of a boyfriend were driving home from a random trip to the store because yoosung just “had to have his spicy ramen”
  • he goes on and on about it
  • “MC, i know you’ve had spicy ramen before, but have you sat down and enjoyed it? like, have you fully embraced just how delicious it is? it tastes even better knowing you didn’t even pay 500 won for it! ooh, i think what i’m going to do is eat the spicy ramen and play LOLOL so i’ll be fired up! GET IT”
  • “i’m gonna have to start buying spicy ramen in bulk. it’s seriously the best thing in my life… WAIT NO MC YOU’RE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN MY LIFE I TAKE IT BACK OH MY GOD NO I DIDN’T MEAN THAT I WASN’T THINKING I’M SO SORRY”
  • he involuntarily starts speeding and you start laughing but he thinks you’re crying until you say after a while of him apologizing
  • “yoosung kim, i love you madly.”
  • “i… i love you madly, too, MC.”


  • you had picked a very sleepy zen up from a late rehearsal
  • it was one of his final dress rehearsals but it also meant that they lasted till 10 P.M. most days
  • he murmured a hello and climbed into the passenger seat, where he draped his coat over himself and leaned against the car window
  • note: zen falling asleep is a blessed sight to see
  • he’s knocked out in less than two minutes
  • he starts snoring and you can’t help but smile
  • you look over at him when you reach a red light and your heart soars at how adorable yet serene and beautiful he is, even when he’s snoring
  • “hyun ryu, i love you madly.”
  • zombie zen returns from the dead when he hears that
  • “M-MC!”
  • his face is completely red
  • “i mean, i love you madly, as well, but now i won’t be able to sleep! when you say my full name like that, i… th-the beast…”
  • #whyiszenconstantlyhorny2k17


  • you and jaehee were driving off to the ocean for your guys’ first date together
  • jaehee had never seen the ocean before, and you were looking forward to her reaction
  • you warned her that you guys were nearing your destination and she immediately perked up
  • she rolled down her window, stuck her head out, took a huge breath, and let out this adorable little scream of sorts
  • “MC! it smells so… fresh! and kind of gross!”
  • “it’s colder than i thought it would be!”
  • she slipped back into her seat just in time to see the ocean appear on the horizon
  • she gasped and cupped her hands over her mouth
  • “that’s the ocean… it’s so much bigger than i imagined!”
  • you had never seen this bubbly side of jaehee before but ya had to admit it was pretty dang cute
  • “jaehee kang, i love you madly…” you said subconsciously
  • you could practically feel the heat coming from her cheeks as she stared into her lap
  • “i-i… love… you, too.”
  • jaehee could tell it was going to be difficult to concentrate on the ocean when the most beautiful thing in the world was going to be with her the whOLE TIME


  • you surprised jumin by picking him up from a business meeting that was a little farther away than they normally were
  • the meeting had obviously been long and not overly successful by the way jumin flopped into the passenger seat with a sigh
  • “i’m sorry, jumin.”
  • “don’t be. it wasn’t your fault. besides, things aren’t as bad now that i get to see you.”
  • “i mean it. you know, cliché as it may sound, i can’t really imagine what my life was like before you were in it. i really don’t even like thinking about it, if i were to be completely honest. and to think, i’ve been so isolated and reluctant my entire life. but one minor step towards a life of interaction and bravery, and it rewarded me with the one i want to spend the rest of my life with. an angel, really, who will drive an hour and a half through traffic just to pick me up from a silly meeting. these steps have been so small and so few, but the results have been so great and so many.”
  • were you crying? yes
  • “oh, i didn’t mean to offend you. though, i must say— why are you rolling down the windows—”
  • “… i’m in the car, not out there, MC.”


  • you guys would sometimes just go driving around at night when seven had work due soon but needed a break
  • you’d explore new roads and towns and get lost in them but that was half the fun
  • it was one of the few moments you guys were serious with each other so it was a nice break from all the memes
  • there was something special one night while seven was driving you around in one of his ““““babies””””
  • he was extremely stressed and it was visible in his physique and even the way he drove but he kept a smile going for you
  • you guys came to a stop sign in the middle of nowhere and seven rested his head on top of the steering wheel with a sigh
  • “… saeyoung choi, i love you madly.”
  • you heard him laugh a little
  • “i love you, too. so much.”
  • you knew that you were a good two hours from home as he continued driving and that the car was running on fumes
  • he knew it too
  • but you guys couldn’t bring yourselves to care so long as you were with each other 


  • some days were better than others when it came to V’s vision but regardless, you were always telling him when something looked pretty and describing it to him
  • one evening you were driving home and the sunset was absolutely gorgeous
  • well. sunsets are always gorgeous but this one just spoke to you
  • “the sunset is so pretty oh my god take a picture”
  • V jumped in his seat at the sound of your voice out of nowhere and scrambled to grab the camera but ofc he couldn’t find it
  • you pulled the car over bc this sunset was too good to miss and was going to disappear any second
  • V finally got his camera and went to take a picture with a vague idea of where the sunset was and right as he held the camera up to his eye……….
  • “… it would appear that i’m out of film.”
  • you were disappointed for a moment then burst into laughter a split second later and he ended up joining you till you were both crying
  • “jihyun kim, i love you madly”
  • he was obviously flustered
  • “i love you, too.”
  • you wish there was more film so you could take a picture of V’s cute lil face aww


  • saeran was kind of being a lil shIT
  • it just hadn’t been his day and you could tell because absolutely nothing you did could cheer him up
  • kisses, tickles, cuddles,, noTHING WORKED
  • you and he had driven to your guys’ favorite restaurant in hopes of lightening the mood but saeran was still just as grumpy
  • on the way back saeran was completely silent
  • you were running out of ideas so. so you just
  • “saeran choi, i love you madly.”
  • you could hear him fiddling with one of the zippers on his jacket followed by a quiet mumble
  • “what was that?”
  • “i said i love you, too. i’m… sorry. f-for being a jerk.”

kittyincup  asked:

Hello~ I just wanted to request if MC and the RFA members + Saeran and V met MC's ex-boyfriend. How their reaction would be. I guess it would be great. ^^

omg this is like @myetie‘s comic strip!! it’s seriously the best thing ever so please check it out!! <3


  • ok so MC and yoosung are inside a gaming store right cuz he needs the new COD game edition and MC wanted to check out SIMs 4 
  • im sorry idk i don’t play games lmao
  • so they were at different sections of the store and suddenly
  • “Yo MC! long time no see! how ya doin’?”
  • that guy grabbed MC’s shoulder and had this really gross grin on his face 
  • “Uhh… yea, about that, I actually have to go-”
  • yoosung is STOMPS over to this guy like he’s ready to go
  • *in the voice of a squeaky mouse* “fight me” lol


  • they were at the beach and yenno MC was smokin’ hot so she got catcalled by a few guys
  • obviously they earned a few death glares from Zenny but one guy walked over with, seemingly, no shame
  • “MC! Don’t you remember me?”
  • dude this guy was a real f@#ker and MC wanted nothing to do with him so she was about to walk away until he made another comment
  • “still rocking those hips MC” and he did this disgusting cringe worthy wink omfg ew
  • and he started to TWIST HIS HIPS EARNING A FEW HOLLA’s from his friends wtf
  • but before MC could retaliate, Zen literally just kicks him in the balls :D
  • “Suits you right.”


  • man MC was her were having a great relaxing time at the park when this stranger plops down next to MC 
  • he obnoxiously holds onto MC’s arm and puts her head on MC’s shoulders 
  • like im sorry do i know you?
  • Jaehee is mortified just omg what the heck who is dis
  • so MC tries to brush that guy off but he just tightens his grip
  • Jaehee notices MC’s discomfort and literally starts calling the police
  • “Hello, yes, I’d like to report…”


  •  they were at a real fancy restaurant and Jumin went off to pick the best wine to go with their seafood dinner
  • so MC was sitting alone enjoying the view and the live classical music when suddenly
  • *tap tap* someone tapped her lightly on her shoulders
  • “Hi, MC.” the waiter smiled kindly and gave her a gentle wave
  • MC was pleasantly surprised and nodded at him to acknowledge his presence but apparently that wasn’t enough for her ex because
  • the waiter leaned in and said kinda loudly
  • “I see you’ve now down-graded to ‘gold-digger’”
  • MC was shook like excuse me that was rude
  • funnily enough um Jumin had just come back from the wine cellar (with the manager) and kinda overheard everything so 
  • he noted:
  • “And now I will see you be down-graded from waiter to ‘unemployed’.”


  • they were at this anime convention and Seven and MC were cosplaying as the couple from Kaichou wa Maid-sama! (so cuute)
  • and it was common to take pictures so when some guy asked MC to have a picture with him, she agreed without much thought
  • until they were about to take the picture when some asshole threw a bucket of water over her
  • “MC! looking good ahahah” some guy dressed as a titan from AOT laughed
  • dripping wet and shivering MC was about to flip him off after realizing it was her ex when 
  • 707 DEFENDER OF JUSTICE came back from a stand with a handful of gudetamas
  • “TAKE THIS!!!”
  • *Seven then proceeds to attack on the ‘titan’ with his new gudetama plushies*
  • do you like my pun or what


  • MC and Saeran were at the library because MC wanted to do some studying
  • and Saeran was the perfect study buddy because he was really quiet and polite and he also liked reading new books too
  • when suddenly this loud and disrespectful fella stomped over to their table and threw his books down
  • shit it was her ex.. he was known to be very aggressive
  • “Look, we’re in the library can we just talk later?” MC just didn’t want to make a ruckus
  • the dude was about to yell but with one swift motion, Saeran pinned the guy down on the table with one hand and silenced the him with the other
  • “Shh.. we’re in the library. You and I can take this outside like real gentlemen.”
  • *cue sparkles, sunset glow and wind blowing on SUPERMAN SAERAN*


  • they were going on a photo shoot date and MC was acting as his modèle so she dressed really really nicely
  • and as she was posing for a shot with the flowers some guy comes and fricken photobombs it like
  • “HEY WHAT’S UP!!!!” and proceeds to hug MC like a koala on a tree
  • MC was obviously uncomfortable and V wasn’t just going to stand there and stare
  • “Excuse me sir, you’re disrupting our shoot. I would appreciate it if-”
  • she gave Jihyun one of her save me looks as she kept trying to push him off
  • so V did the most logical thing he could think of
  • *cue him throwing the ice cream prop at the guy so it splatters all over his shirt* (amazingly it didn’t get on MC lol)

ahh I’m sorry this took so long~ it’s hard balancing school and tumblr hahah

I hope you like thisss <3

~Cherry L.

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anonymous asked:

Yesterday I told you about how my dad didn't know I had that pitching well I guess he felt bad cause he came home with earrings. My very gruff and country father went into a icing store to get me earrings. I now have like 15 pairs of earrings just laying. And idk i thought of Bruce he goes out to some fancy Hewlett store to buy his daughters earring cause he didn't know they had pierced ears idk I'm just kid of rambling at this point. love you 😍have awesome night🤓😎

… That is absolutely adorable, you have a good dad there, I’d keep him.

But yes, Bruce totally would. Because while he is vengeance and the night, he is also awkward dad and he wants his girls to be happy. He sees Steph has lots of shiny things in her ear and even Cass has put earrings in. His girls like shiny things, fine, he will go get more shiny things.

So Bruce goes to a mall and is very seriously asking the people at Icing and Claire’s about the best types of earrings and which is best for sensitive ears just in case and do you like Stephanie would like butterfly earrings or ladybug earrings? Bruce Wayne, Batman, Billionaire, overly salted, pruned potato chip, walks out of those stores with his little girly bags of earrings and he is so proud. His girls will be happy now.

So he goes off and shows off what he bought and the girls are just stunned because not only did Bruce go out and do this very sweet thing for them but he has terrible taste in jewelry. Steph is mildly horrified at some of the weird and awkward earrings. Cass puts in the googly eye hamburger earrings and tells Bruce she loves them and will treasure them forever (and she will, in a box, they are too precious to wear). Bruce is still super proud of himself because Stephanie laughed really loudly at some of the earring choices, good, his girl doesn’t laugh enough and he bought extra silly ones for her. He occasionally catches Steph wearing some of those silly earrings an it makes Bruce smile.

Costumes (Smut)

First smut ever…. Honestly I didn’t know I could be this dirty until I wrote this and now I feel the need to bathe in holy water. >< I know it’s not Halloween, but the whole leather jacket business that’s been going around got the best of me and I got inspired! I felt a little weird writing this cause it’s something I’ve never done so it would be awesome if you guys could let me know whether you like it or whether it’s a dud. Also, sorry if there’s any mistakes. I’m hurriedly trying to finish it up seeing as I was supposed to be sleeping an hour and a half ago…. Inspiration was drawn from picture one. (NONE OF THESE ARE MY PICTURES!!) The gloves are from the Skool Luv Affair pictures! Anyway, as usual I hope everyone enjoys it!


              It was Halloween; so of course, you were at a party chalk full of idols. Smoothing the front of your baseball player costume, knowing that it wouldn’t help it seem longer, you mingled amongst a sea of bunnies, jokers, and snow white’s. This wasn’t exactly your favourite way to spend Halloween. Personally, you’d much rather be curled up on the couch watching some stupid horror movie and stuffing your face with candy. However, you’re lovely boyfriend who was currently dressed as a rather dapper skeleton had convinced you otherwise. Frowning, you looked down at what you wore. Seeing as he asked you no more than a day before the party was to happen, you were left with slim pickings when it came to costumes. You had tried your best to pick the least skimpy one, but even so, you felt exposed. The material of the baseball shirt brushed just past your butt, while your legs adorned baseball socks. To top it off you wore a red baseball cap backwards on your head. It wasn’t exactly the most conservative outfit, but you did the best you could with what you had. Glancing to your left, you watched as Yoongi spoke animatedly, skeleton makeup drawn so convincingly that it mesmerized you. His glove clad hand rested against the flat of your back as he spoke. Boredom was inevitable though as you grew tired of being the wallflower of the group. Stretching your hand to feel the smooth material of the shoulder of his black suit, you leaned upwards to speak into his ear.

               “I’m gonna go get a drink.” His head turned to you, hair sticking up in various directions, the blonde blending perfectly with the black and white smeared across his face.

               “Do you want me to come?” He asked devotedly.

               “That’s okay; I’ll be alright on my own.” You smiled at him and detached yourself from his side.

               Pushing your way past bodies, you walked toward the bar asking for a screwdriver politely. Music thumped around you though no one really danced, all too caught up in each other to care. Silently, you wished you could just go. Yoongi was an amazing boyfriend and you loved him, but sometimes his world was too much, especially when you didn’t know hardly anyone from it. Sighing lethargically you decided it was best to just stick with him while he had his fun and rose on your tippy toes to search for his blonde head.


               Falling to the flats of your feet, you cast your head to the side to see Zico from Block B. When BTS collaborated with them for the MAMA awards, you had come to know some of Block B’s members, Zico being one of them. With all the time you spent hanging out in practice rooms, you were bound to connect with other groups eventually.

               “Zico!” You exclaimed, flashing him a bright toothy grin. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

               Scratching the back of his blond head, he chuckled. “It has been a while hasn’t it?”

               “Honestly, it’s nice to see a friendly face.” You admitted. “Especially in here.”

               His features furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t BTS here? Or Yoongi?”

               “Oh, they are! But they’re busy mingling so I’m really just here as a decoration I suppose.” You joked, knowing fully that Suga wasn’t the type to just use you for a front.

               “Well you make a rather nice one if it’s any consolation.” He eyed you comically up and down and your cheeks flared up in embarrassment.

               “Ah, don’t say that!” Your hands came up to touch your cheeks, feeling the heat of your blush seeping through your pores. “It was all I could find besides cat woman and a fire fighter!”

               “Cat woman?” He laughed, lips forming an ‘o’ to let out a playful wolf whistle.

               “Zico!” Smacking his arm, you couldn’t help but feel lighter and more at ease at the comfort of talking with a friend.

               “I’m only joking.” He managed between giggles. Reaching onto the bar to grab a drink that the bartender had passed to him, he looked at you inquisitively before asking, “Well, if Yoongi is being a poor conversationalist then, do you want to come with me? The rest of the guys are just over there and I’ll introduce you to some people too if you want?”

               “Well…” Your eyes flicked to where you knew Yoongi was, contemplating your options. Despite his teasing, you knew Zico, nor any other member of Block B, would try anything with you and that you’d be okay with them. As you thought, the idea of hanging off Yoongi for the remainder of the night seemed less and less appealing as Zico waited for an answer. “Why not?”

               “That’s the spirit!” Zico nodded before leading the way.

               Though you probably shouldn’t admit it, hanging out with Block B was proving much more fun as the night began to tick by. You drank and laughed, enjoying yourself amidst a pool of people. Conversation came effortlessly as Zico was making it easy for you to join in with everyone. P.O took you being there as an advantage to tease his older members, claiming that he was just trying to make you laugh and that it wasn’t at all true (but everyone knew it was at least a little bit true.) Over all, you had a good time catching up with everyone, talking about the Bastarz release and swapping stories. There were people whom you didn’t know who had joined your circle of fun, friends of Block B you presumed. A particularly slimy one had managed to weasel his way beside you. Not wanting to come off as rude, you spoke politely with him. You knew that he was attempting to flirt with you, but you brushed it off, inching more toward Kyung who would exclaim things like ‘wow, you really must like me tonight, Y/N” or “do I look really good today or something?” Each time you would simply glare while the others snickered because they all knew why you were really nuzzling toward Kyung’s side. However, you weren’t about to let it spoil your fun. Though in the end, you didn’t have to.

               Out of nowhere, Yoongi came strutting up to you, pushing between you and Kyung. His hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into his side, holding you in a death grip while his eyes remained transfixed on Kyung. “Sunbae. How are you?”

               After the initial shock of Yoongi’s dramatic entrance, you could see Kyungs lower lip quiver as he tried to hold back a bout of laughter. “I’m good, and you?”

               “Great.” Yoongi replied coldly before swiveling his head toward P.O, U-Kwon and B-Bomb. “Congrats on Bastarz by the way. If you’ll excuse us, I have to go find my manager.”

               Everyone nodded, while Kyung held his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing and making the situation worse. Just like that, he whisked you away. His hand left your side to capture your wrist in an iron grip. Leading you into a corner, he snapped you around him so that your back was to the wall, lights dancing behind his head. He looked down at you with a fiery gaze, makeup only making him look even more menacing. “Well?”

               “Well what?” You asked, flustered at the turn of events.

               “Why were you so close to him?” He sucked in a breath as though trying to keep his cool.

               “It’s not what it looked like, Yoongi.” You sighed, lifting your cap to run a hand through your hair. “The guy on the other side of me kept trying to get close to me so I was only sticking to Kyung to get away from him.”

               You could see relief flash in his eyes, but they still bore into yours anyway, something still lingering behind them. “Just walk away, Y/N. When you look like that—“He motioned towards your costume before continuing on, “they all stare and try things even if they are your friend.”

               “Are you seriously criticizing what I’m wearing right now?” You scoffed.

               “Yeah actually,” He replied, “I am.”

               “I didn’t even want to come, Yoongi!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “What did you expect me to do on such short notice? Wear a full body suit? I told you this was the best the store had!”

               “You could’ve just gotten cat ears like every other girl here.”

               You took a breath through your nose. “Yoongi. I did my best. You asked me to come so I came.”

               “I know.” His fingers carded through his hair. The anger seemed to have subsided a little and he wasn’t glaring at you anymore, sense coming back to him. “Why did you even go anyway? I had no idea where you were.”

               “Sorry, if I didn’t want to listen to you talk for hours while I did nothing.” You spat. Hurt flashed across his face and you immediately regretted letting the irritation get the better of you. Mood dropping, he turned away from you. Panicking, you reached out to grab his hand. “Yoongi, wait. I didn’t mean—“

               “Let’s just go.” He muttered, ripping his arm from yours.

               The way home was nearly unbearable. There was nothing but distance between you and yet you felt as though you were suffocating in the tense silence. His hand rested on the leather of the middle seat, curled in upon itself. Taking a leap of faith, you stretched your arm out, placing your hand gingerly on top of his. Your attempt at reconciliation failed as he ripped his hand away, stuffing it in his front pocket. Guilt welled inside you, only increasing when you flicked your eyes up to see Yoongi’s Manager, who got stuck in the middle of this because neither of you could drive. His eyes caught yours in the rear-view mirror and he quickly cut off eye contact, obviously having seen your attempt. He cleared his throat while his cheeks turned a tinge of pink. You looked desperately toward Yoongi, hoping he might look at you since his manager made a noise. But that was not the case. He sat stonily, staring out the window at the passing street lights with a icy look plastered on his face.

               You knew you were in for it. Yoongi was the type of man who voiced how he felt if something was bothering him, thinking it’s best to just get things out in the open. That, you could handle. When he was mute was when you would begin to get scared. The worst fights always came when he refused to speak with you, too angry or hurt to even look your way. More than anything, you wanted to avoid a fight so you tried again, “Yoongi—“

               “We’re here.” He quickly cut off, climbing out of the vehicle as soon it began to slow to a stop and slamming the door behind him. The sound made you flinch, moving your trembling hands to the door handle and pushing it open. The sound of his voice, calm and normal as he spoke to his manager caused your heart to clench in your chest. He made no effort to divert from the fact that he was obviously just not speaking to you, pointedly. “Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

               Closing the door softly behind you, you stalked behind Suga dejectedly as he made his way through the lobby of the dorm to reach the elevator. The metal doors slid closed and you made a mental note of how he chose to stand on the complete opposite side of the elevator. Guilt was beginning to consume you and you knew you were wrong. You knew that you should’ve stayed with Yoongi, but you chose to do otherwise anyway. If anything, you should’ve told him where you were at least so he didn’t have to worry.

               “Babe,” you started, knowing he liked it when you called him that. “I’m sorry, okay? I was wrong. Maybe not for the costume, but I shouldn’t have gone off like that.” All you were met with was silence. “Also, I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was just frustrated and angry and I didn’t mean it all.” Your apology hung in the air, Yoongi staring at his feet. “Oppa—“

               His suit brushed against you as he walked past where you stood, exiting the elevator as soon as the doors opened. You hung your head low, trailing behind him once again as he pulled his keys out of his pocket, shoving them into the lock. Entering the dorm, he left the door open for you, which you took as a slice of hope. Closing the door softly behind you, you went to the couch and perched yourself upon the edge, watching as Yoongi shed his blazer, holding it so hard in his hand that his knuckles began to change from a healthy shade of peach to a blanched white. Leaving you alone, he went to his room, dropping his wallet on the coffee table on the way. You breathed out a shaky breath, wishing you had just said no to this whole thing so that this fight never would’ve happened. You heard the tap in the bathroom turn on, no doubt he was washing the caked makeup off his face. Stretching your neck, you peered into the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the time on the stove. 11:14… at least it’s still early, you commented to yourself. Thankfully, the two of you had left much earlier than you usually would, which meant you had a chance to hash this all out before the rest of the boys came home and effectively avoiding an imminent awkwardness.

               Sauntering back into the living room, you couldn’t help but notice how Yoongi’s sweats hung temptingly low on his hips. The black, loose, tank top that he had changed into displayed his sharp collarbones perfectly for you, which he knew you loved. His hair was pushed back into his cap which he wore backwards, blond peeking out where the material didn’t cover, driving you crazy. Plopping down on the opposite end of the couch, he pulled out his phone, making you sigh.

               “Yoongi, I’m seriously really sorry. I’m trying here so can you please just talk to me?” You had to admit your voice sounded frantic even to you. But still, he refused to even look at you, scrolling through some app on his phone and slouching further into the cushions of the couch. Irritation began to slither inside you, frustrated with how he was acting. “Seriously, Yoongi? I’m trying to apologize and you’re really just gonna ignore me like this? We finally have a night to ourselves and this is how you’re going to be?” This time you got something out of him. Still not meeting your eyes, he merely shrugged indifferently, irking you further. “Fine, I guess I’ll just leave then if you’re gonna be like this.”

               Your words did nothing to rouse him, so you stood up and thumped towards his room. Knowing some of your clothes were in his dresser, you figured it’d be best to change; not wanting to walk around at night in the costume you wore. Thrusting open the door, you stormed into his room, fully annoyed at this point. Yoongi knew how to push your buttons, as he was effectively doing so tonight. Rifling through the drawer you could help but mutter stupid insults under your breath, though you didn’t mean them. To think, you scoffed to yourself, furiously unbuttoning the baseball shirt, I even wore a matching set for him. You threw the shirt across the room, nearly tripping when you tried to take off the socks as fast as you could. He had a right to be mad, you knew this. But to ignore you this much; wasn’t that going overboard? You really just wanted everything to be alright, but you didn’t know how to deal with him when he was being like this. As you flung the cap you wore on the bed, your eye caught a glimpse of a black gristly fabric handing off the post of his bed and you stumbled across a thought. Smirking at your plan, your inner voice rang in your head as you though triumphantly, fine, if he won’t pay attention, I’ll make him.

               You stood in your matching set of underwear, thanking the stars that you wore something a bit more seductive tonight. White and black lace hugged your hips while your bra was matching with a small bow in the middle and a few frills at the curve of the cup. Lifting Suga’s precious leather jacket in your fingers, you slid your arms home, shrugging the jacket on. Pulling your hair out of the back of the coat, you did your best to fluff it, trying to make it a bit messy. You contemplated the look in the mirror for a second, slipping the coat off and shedding yourself of your bra before sliding the jacket back on. The leather was cool against your breasts, making your nipples perk and you bit your lip, deciding braless looked much better. The jacket covered most of your breasts, showing only the curve of the round mound and leaving just enough to the imagination. Scanning the room, you searched for some key accessories you wanted to make this work. Eventually you found what you were looking for and slipped a couple chains over your head. You eyed yourself, admiring how the gold trinkets fell to land perfectly in the valley of your breasts, only making them look larger. Sliding on a pair of leather gloves that Yoongi still had from their Skool Luv Affair promotions, you wiggled your fingers through the holes, the fabric exposing two thirds of your fingers while covering the palm of your hand. Applying some of Yoongi’s Chap Stick, you took one last look in the mirror before smiling at yourself, confidence practically exuding from you. You looked somewhere between a gang member and an exhibitionist, which was exactly what you wanted. If this didn’t get his attention, you weren’t sure what would.

               Bare feet padded across the floor as you left his room, traveling slowly down the hall way. You remained slightly out of sight, cooing lowly, “Yoongi.”

               Peering into the living area, he remained still on the couch, phone clutched in his hand and not even sparing you a glance. Sighing, you walked slowly towards him, dragging your feet a little. You reached the edge of the couch and stood right in front of him, though he made no movement to look up, preoccupied with the glowing screen in front of his face. Sliding one knee up, you rested your leg close to his own, feeling the soft fabric of his sweats flutter across your leg and plucking his phone out of his hand to throw it to the side. You placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into the cushions.

               “Y/N, what are you doing—“ His words were cut short as you leaned forwards and placed a hand under his chin, forcing his head to swivel towards you. His eyes gaped at the sight of you. Orbs raked up and down your body as his mouth hung slightly open. His gaze felt like fire and you felt anticipation build up inside you as his hand brushed along your thigh to rest just above your knee cap.  “Is that my…?” his voice trailed off and you simply nodded, a grin spreading across your lips. He gulped, muttering, “Shit.”

               “You know Oppa, its still Halloween. But more importantly, I think you forgot something.” you said innocently, despite your current look. You let go of his shoulder, running your hands down his chest as you lowered yourself to your knees. Reveling in the shocked look on his face, you rested your hands on his knees before stroking up and down his thighs. Applying pressure with your nails, you moved deliberately slow, sure to never get too close to his already growing bulge but close enough to make him take his lip in between his teeth. Taking his hand from its place by his side, you brought it to your lips. Kissing the tips of his fingers, you took his index finger into your mouth, watching him mischievously as you swirled your tongue around it. Releasing his finger from your mouth, you purposely sucked before removing it completely. Observing Yoongi, you could see a battle waging behind his eyes as his features were hazy with lust but his free hand was clenched in a tight fist. Lost between remaining angry and giving in to you, you rested the temple of your head on his knee, watching as his resolve faltered as you rubbed circles up his opposite leg. Knowing how close you were to winning, you spoke in a sultry tone, “I really hate being ignored.”

               He stared down at you as licked your lips subtly and removed your hand from his leg, to run over your breasts. You knew you had him as he quirked his head to the side, getting a better look at you touching your own body and exhaling, “fuck.”

               “But, Oppa.” you sighed theatrically, noting how he clenched his jaw at your use of a pet name while leaning back to sit on your calves. “You won’t accept my apology, so I guess I should just go—“

               “No.” Yoongi’s voice rasped, coated with hunger. “I’m sorry, I accept you’re apology.”

               “Is that so?” You replied with mock shock, pushing open his legs so you sat just in front of where he wanted you most. Running your fingers up his legs once again, coming to a stop at the band of his pants and slipping your hands under his shirt. Ghosting your fingers over his milky skin, you slide one hand out to run a feather light touch over his throbbing muscle. “Are you sure, babe? You were pretty angry.”

               Mumbling curse words under his breath as you squeezed him lightly through his pants, he replied breathily, “Yes Y/N, I’m positive.”

               “Good.” You smirked, taking hold of his sweats and tugging them. He leant upwards to allow you to slip them down his legs. You could feel heat grow between your legs at the sight of his penis straining against his boxers just for you. Palming him, you felt your stomach flip as he gasped, clenching his muscles. Hooking a finger under the band of his boxers, you skimmed your finger along his skin before pulling them down, following the same movements as before. Your eyes widened a little at his member standing at attention, begging to be touched. Scooting forward a little, you positioned your mouth above him, blowing out a cool stream of air, causing him to grunt above you. Digging your nails into the skin of his thighs, you raked your hands down his legs once more and licked a strip up his cock.

               “Jesus,” he groaned above you in frustration. “Stop being such a tease, Y/N.”

               Instead of replying, you rose from your knees, leaning in to brush your lips against his. He dove forward hastily, snaking his tongue into your mouth in an attempt to take control. Failure was the only thing that came of his mission as you took his member into your hand and pumped roughly a couple of times. He groaned gravelly into your kiss. Breaking  away from his lips, you sank to your knees once again. Darting your tongue out to swipe along his head, you tasted his precum  on your tongue before taking his fully into your mouth. Yoongi’s head rolled back as he threaded his fingers through your hair. Hollowing out your cheeks, you began to bob your head, urged on by every peep he made from your movements. One of your hands travelled down his chest tugging on the end of his shirt. Taking the hint, Yoongi lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly across the room. The heat in your core heightened at the sight of his slim figure as you ran a free hand along his chest, loving the way he hissed when you raked your nails down his skin which was sure to leave a mark. Your other hand trailed over his inner thigh before reaching in between his legs to cup his balls, only aiding you in your blow job. His moaning grew fervent and you knew he was getting close as his grip on your hair tightened, causing a pleasurable pain as he helped to guide your head.

               You removed your lips from him with a pop and rose as his eyes snapped forward to glare at you for denying him climax. Placing your knees on either side of him, you straddled his hips, grabbing his hands and placing them on your thighs before guiding them up your body. Letting his hands roam free, he skirted them up to your chest, swiping his thumb over your nub and this time it was your turn to groan. Once again, Yoongi bit down on his lip as his hand left your breast to touch the familiar material of his jacket, divulging his thoughts, “God, you look so hot in this.”

               You smirked and captured his lips with your own in a heated kiss. Lips mashed together as you pushed the hat off his head. Carding your hands through his hair, you gave his locks a light tug, eliciting a grunt. His tongue danced with your own, twirling around yours in a messy fight for dominance. Grinding down on him, he broke away from your lips, the feeling of your center on his cock making him bury his face in your neck. Tugging on his hair, you brought his head away from the crook of your neck as your eyes traveled past his face to see his collarbones, glistening in the dim light with sweat. Bending down, you attached your lips to his collarbone, tasting the salty beads of sweat that had accumulated there. Nipping and sucking harshly, Yoongi tried to nudge you away.

               “Yah.” He gave a weak protest through heavy pants. “Don’t leave a mark.”

               You knew the rules all too well, but frankly you didn’t care. You wanted to mark him as yours, no matter if he would have to wear makeup and collared shirts for a while. Fans could cry all they wanted; right now you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care. Grinding a circle into him, you effectively (and selfishly) shut him up. When you were finally satisfied with the red welt, stark against his pale skin, you moved your lips to the other side to create a matching one. Suga whimpered under you, putty in your touch. Wetness pooled in between your legs at this switch; normally it was you who succumbed to him, not the other way around. Pushing your luck, you nipped at his neck, knowing that if the collarbones were off limits, then the neck was definitely not allowed. Yoongi grunted at the touch of your lips hitting his sweet spot, but he quickly came to his senses, planning his own counter move,

               Calloused fingers snaked down to rub circles into your inner thigh, inching closer to your core. His middle finger pressed down into your clothed clit, drawing a figure eight. He succeeded this time as you whimpered into his ear before resting your head on his shoulder. High pitched whines escaped your lips as his fingers flicked your underwear to the side. Delving a finger into you, you gripped his shoulders and leaned away from him, throwing your head back in pleasure. He took this as an invitation and simultaneously wound his free arm around your waist to pull you flush against him and added another finger into your opening. You cried out as his plump lips sucked on your neck; payback for what you had done to him, though you suspected that you hadn’t been quite this relentless. Growing annoyed with the necklaces, he pulled away, lifting the chains over your head and throwing them to the floor. Not even flinching when the metal clanged against the floor, he reattached himself to you, humming at the better access to the crook of your neck. His nimble fingers curled inside you, brushing against your walls and finding your spot causing you to let a shrill cry of his name slip from your lips. You could feel his mouth turn upwards on your neck devilishly before going back to the task at hand while you clutched his head. Your stomach was growing tighter as your walls contracted around his fingers when he slipped them out without any warning, denying you just as you had denied him. You watched through hooded eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking your traces away. Wanting relief, you ground your hips down once again causing him to moan. He kissed you passionately as his hands traveled to the hem of your underwear and his grip tightened on them, moving before you realized what he was doing.

               “Yoongi!” You exclaimed, looking down at your now torn panties, hanging from his finger. “I hope you know that you now owe me a new pair!”

               “I’ll buy you a whole store, Y/N.” He replied impatiently, sliding his tip against your clit.

               Letting out a shaky breath, you whispered, “condom?”

               “Wallet.” He answered curtly.

               Glancing around, you spotted his wallet on the coffee table just behind you, left where he had discarded it when the two of you had arrived. Stretching back, you snatched it off the wooden piece of furniture, opening it to see a shiny silver packet slipped into the money slot. Taking it out you chucked the wallet to the end of the couch where his phone lay. Hastily, you ripped the packaging open, throwing the wrapper over your shoulder. Taking his member in your hand, you slowly rolled the condom down his length before aligning yourself. The heat from the jacket was beginning to make you uncomfortable, so you moved to take it off only to have Yoongi clutch the collar. “No.”

               “But Yoongi, I’m hot.” You complained.

               His hands slipped underneath the jacket, pushing it lightly to the side so one breast was fully exposed. Taking your nipple into his mouth, you griped as he swirled his tongue around the bud. Leaning away, his mouth left your breast, blowing out a cool stream of air on the sensitive skin before pulling you down to meet his lips. His plump lips melded against yours before tracing up to your ear. Sucking on the lobe, his hand folded over your sides, moving to clutch your hips. Sinking you down on his length, he rumbled roughly into your ear, “You started this, Y/N. You have to finish it.”

               Hips snapped up to meet yours, making you cry out. Eyes caught yours in a longing filled gaze, before he demanded, “Ride me.”

              Stomach overturning at his request, you complied. You slid up and down on his length slowly building a steady pace. Yoongi grunted and groaned beneath you, eyes fluttering shut as his hand groped your body, searching for leverage. Finally settling for the curve of your waist, he guided you, though you didn’t really need the help. Comfortable with the pace, you made sensual circles with your hips causing Yoongi to make a sound like a breathy cry of ecstasy. Eyelids opened as he watched you bounce on top of him, particularly fascinated with the way your breasts bounced under his coat. Your pace seemed to lack for Yoongi, as he gripped your waist, trying to get you to ground down harder onto him. Sensing this, you smirked and slowed your pace just to frustrate him further, going back to your teasing self. Whining in protest, he couldn’t take the pain of going so slow and gathered you in his arms. Rising to stand with him still buried inside you, he walked to the table and set you down upon the surface, pushing a chair aside to make room for his self. Pushing you back so that your back met the surface of the table, he leant down to peck you once on the lips before hooking your legs around his waist and snapping his hips into yours. His thrusts were deep and sharp, filling you to the brim. With each thrust you cried out, unable to stop yourself from arching your back, reaching out to clutch his shoulders. His movements were so heavy that you felt yourself sliding on the table. Fingers gripped your hips so hard that you were sure they would leave little bruises all about. Wanting more, he placed an arm on either side of your head and rested on his forearms. Shoulders bumped against his arms with every thrust and you moaned as the change of position allowed him to plow into you, rocking the table so hard you were sure it was going to break. The coil inside you began to tighten as you pulled him down, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him hard. His thrust started to become sloppy as he panted and made guttural noises into your mouth, getting close to his end. Reaching around him, you clutched his back, sinking in your nails, only spurring him on as he pumped harder into you. Realizing he was getting close, he moved a hand in between the two of you, swirling his finger around your clit to heighten your pleasure. Your vision began to blur as you whimpered, stars forming when you closed your eyes. Climax washed over you like a tidal wave, your walls milking Yoongi for all he was worth. Your body felt light and airy as pleasure wracked through your entire being. Satisfied with the way your eyes were glazed over, he led you through the aftershocks while taking care of his own end. A flurry of your name mixed with various curses jumbled out of his lips as his hips stuttered against yours. Riding out his orgasm, he sucked on your neck once again, groaning into your neck as he tainted your skin. Going limp inside of you, he kissed along your jaw and pulled out.

               The loss of contact left you feeling hollow as he rolled the condom off, tying the top to keep his seed from spilling out. Sitting up, your legs hung limp over the table as you shrugged the jacket off, relieved to finally be rid of it. You attempted to jump down from your perch, but as soon as the soles of your feet made contact with the cold wooden floor, your legs crumpled under you. Yoongi caught you, chuckling deeply. “Sorry, Jagi. I think I might’ve been a little too rough.”

               “You think?” You asked sarcastically, making a shit eating grin hover on his lips.

               Lifting you back up to sit on the edge of the kitchen table, he pecked your forehead. Gathering up the clothes around the room, he called out to you sweetly, “Just wait here and I’ll grab some clothes.”

               Swinging your feet, you waited patiently for his return, your fight long forgotten. Sniffing the air, your scrunched your nose, the smell of sex lingering. Yoongi reappeared, a new pair of boxers slung on his hips, walking towards you with a content smile on his lips and one of his shirts in hand. Handing you the shirt and a pair of panties you had stored in the drawer he paused in between your legs. He slid the underwear up your legs and plopped the shirt over your head. Kissing you tenderly, he turned around to finish cleaning up, making it look and smell as though nothing had happened. Finally finishing, he strode up to you and turned around.

               “What..?” You asked confused as to why he was standing the opposite way from you.

               “Get on.” He motioned for you to climb on his back. You heart swelled at his affection, surprised at how he was acting seeing as he almost never did things like this.

               Clambering onto his back, he hooked his hands under your thighs, bouncing you higher on his back causing you to wince. Settling into position, you slung your arms over his shoulders and kissed his neck, your smile never fading from your lips. Halfway down the hallway, he pretended to drop you, making you scream while he laughed loudly, mocking your scream. You giggled along with him, incandescently happy. Opening the door to his room, he flopped you down onto the bed, closing the door with his heel. Sliding under the covers, he cuddled up to you and slung an arm over your waist, entangling your legs. The earlier fight flashed through your mind as he melded into you.

               “I really am sorry for what happened, Yoongi.”

               “Don’t worry about it, Jagi.” He replied, pressing his lips against your forehead and rubbing your back reassuringly. You felt your body begin to lull, drawn closer and closer to sleep and Yoongi’s massaging seemed hypnotic. Your eyes fluttered closed and just before you were on the precipice of sleep, Yoongi’s voice cut through the air. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at that jacket again without getting a boner.”

               Peering over your shoulder you saw his favourite leather coat slung over the post of his bed in the precise place you found it, sending you into a fit of laughter which he could only join in on.

               Sunlight hit your eyelids, rousing you from sleep. Feeling around, you grimaced when you found an empty spot beside you instead of your boyfriend. Stretching your limbs, you sighed as you felt a soreness setting into your body. You heard thumping coming from the general direction of the kitchen and decided it was probably best if you went and greeted everyone seeing as you had left early last night. Not to mention without them. Folding over the covers, you threw your legs over the edge of the bed. Rising to your feet you shuffled around the room searching for something to wear, eventually deciding on a pair of shorts that were in your designated drawer.

               Yawning, you closed the door to Yoongi’s room behind you and made your way to the open area of the dorm. Pulling your hair into a messy bun, you shuffled into the living room, nearly blushing at the remembrance of what had occurred last night. You smiled at Taehyung as you entered the room, who snickered behind his hand. Your brows furrowed with confusion as you glanced at Jungkook who looked up at you in awe. Brushing their odd behaviour off, you spotted your boyfriend who wore a loose shirt, sitting lazing on the loveseat and already lifting up the blanket on his lap to make room for you. Sitting beside him, you couldn’t help but exclaim when you saw purple dusting his skin dangerously close to his neck, “Oh my god! Did you see your neck?! You’re gonna get in so much shit.”

               Eyeing you with a smirk on his lips, he countered, “Have you seen yourself?”


               A whistle halted your words and you glanced to see Namjoon sauntering into the room. Smoothing a hand through his bed hair, he remarked “Yoongi really didn’t go easy on you last night, did he Y/N?”

               “What are you –“Flashes of Yoongi sucking on the skin of your neck came to you memory and you immediately slapped a hand to your exposed skin. You rushed to the mirror at the front door to the dorm, jaw dropping when you saw yourself. Thick purple was splotched all over your neck, mixed with tinges of red. Prodding them, you winced at how tender they felt.

               “Yoongi, you are so dead!” You called out, making everyone laugh loudly while Yoongi hid a proud smile behind the palm of his hand.

Dean’s Girl: Part One

Master List

Warnings: Smut, Pregnant!Reader, Fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader


“Hey Y/N, you coming with? I’m going to the bar.” Dean asks. You shake your head. It wasn’t like you hadn;t heard about the older Winchester’s man whore ways. But every time you say him shamelessly flirting with bimbo it felt like your heart was about to rip in two. You had decided to stop going to bars with Dean alone after about a month. At least when you went with Sam he would help distract you. You and Sam had become best friends and he was the only one who knew about your crush on Dean.

“Sam and I are having a Harry Potter marathon. But thanks for the invite.” You try to play it cool. Like it didn’t bother you that Dean would most likely not be coming home til tomorrow morning because he was out hooking up with some girl.

“Oh. Ok um I’ll just go then. Give you and Sammy some time alone.” You see an unreadable emotion in his eyes but don’t dwell too much on it because Sam enters a few minutes after Dean leaves bringing (Your favorite snack).


One week later

You and the boys just finished up a hunt in Washington and Dean had suggested you all go to the local bar to celebrate. Sam immediately said yes and gave you his famous puppy dog eyes and you were to exhausted to argue.

“Fine I’ll go.” You huff. The bar was a total dive like most of the bars Dean took you too.

“Well I think I’m going to go to the bathroom be back in a few.” Sam says winking in your direction. You notice the frown on Dean’s face and choose to ignore it and him.

“Shouldn’t you go join your boyfriend?” Dean grumbles out at you. You whip your head up, your eyes meeting his.

“What are you talking about? Sam’s not my boyfriend.” You whisper. You wish you could believe Dean actually cared but you knew he was just crabby because there weren’t any hot girls at this bar.

“Fine. Fuckbuddy then?” Dean growls.

“No. Dean where is this coming from? Sam and I are just friends. Best friends.” You never knew Dean cared whether you were hooking up with anyone. But he probably just cared about Sam getting hurt.

“Well you never come to bars with me anymore, unless Sam is with. You guys always seem to be having a ‘movie night’.” Dean grunts.

“Wait, are you jealous?” You start to get your hopes up. Could Dean actually be jealous of you and Sam?

“”No.” Dean grunts. You can tell Dean’s lying but you let him think you believe him. You walk over to the bar and order a (Your favorite drink).

“Hey gorgeous. You new in town? I haven’t seen you here before.” You turn to see a handsome dark haired man standing next to you.

“Just passing through. I’m (Y/N).” You hold out your hand and he reaches out to shake it.

“James.” Before you know it you’re grinding on James.

“Wanna get out of here?” You whisper in his ear. He nods his head and follows you out. As soon as you get outside James pushes you against the exterior wall of the bar. The kiss is sloppy and needy but you don’t care. You just want to forget Dean and your stupid, hopeless crush on me.

Suddenly some great force tears James off of you. You see Dean throw James on the ground and Dean begins punching James.

“DEAN WINCHESTER! What the hell? Let him go.” Dean looks you in the eye and all you can see in his is rage. But nonetheless Dean gets off of James and lets him go. James runs off after giving you a grateful smile.

“What was that Winchester?” You shout pissed off.

“Were you going to sleep with that sleezeball?” Dean questions as he drags you off to Baby. “Get in the car.” He commands. Not wanting a fight you get in. Dean runs back into the bar and comes back out after about five minutes.

“Where’s Sam?” You ask as Dean starts the car and pulls away.

No answer. Wow shocker a pissed off Dean Winchester not talking.

The ride back to the motel was silent. You could tell Dean was fuming but you didn’t understand why he was so upset with you. He parks the car and gets out opening your door and dragging you out of the car. When you reach his and Sam’s room he pulls you in and slams the door. He looks at you expectantly.

“What?” You ask confused.

“You haven’t answered my question. Were you going to sleep with him?”

“Yeah probably had we not been interrupted.” As soon as the words are out of your mouth Dean picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and pushes you against the door, kissing you hard. Dean’s kiss is so much better it’s hungry, dominant and somehow loving all at the same time.

You break away first needing air.

“Y/N, YOU ARE MINE! Do you understand? No other man will touch you!” Dean growls into your ear.

“Why did you wait so long?”

“Because I wasn’t sure whether you liked me or not but I couldn’t stand the idea of you sleeping with him. I don’t want anyone other than me to touch you, ever. Do you understand? I am the only one allowed to touch you.” Dean attacks your neck sucking and biting. You know you’ll have marks tomorrow but you don’t care. The idea of Dean claiming you as his and marking you was something you had dreamed of for years. Ever since you met the Winchesters on that salt n’ burn three years ago you wanted Dean but had never acted on it until now.

“Strip and get on the bed.” Dean commands when he breaks apart. When he sets you down you do what he says. You try to hide yourself with your hands but Dean holds your hands down at your sides, taking you in.

“My god you’re gorgeous. And you’re all mine.” Dean strips and lays you down on the bed hovering above you. He hesitates.

“What’s wrong?” You ask feeling slightly rejected.

“Are you sure? Do you really want to… With me?” Dean looks vulnerable, a look that you don’t usually see. When you don’t answer he starts to move away but you grab his neck and pull him down crashing his lips against yours.

“Yeah I’m sure.” You breathe out as you pull apart for air. Dean attacks your neck biting and sucking leaving deep purple marks all over your neck. He thrusts into you hard but pauses giving you time to adjust to his generous size. When you nod for him to move he pulls almost all the way out and slams back into you. You claw at his back and bite his shoulder as he continues his sucking and biting on your neck and breasts, claiming what’s his. He reaches down with his left hand to rub hard circles on your clit. You cum in record time and as your walls clench around him, Dean cums hard spilling his seed deep inside you. Your walls milking him for all he’s worth. When you both finish he pulls out and lays down next to you panting just like you.

“Well that was… intense.” You gasp.

“That was incredible.” Dean corrects and you nod in agreement. He pulls you close to him, cuddling you.

“Dean Winchester a cuddler?” You gasp in shock.

“Oh shut up. You do realize this wasn’t a one time thing right?” Deans asks seriously.

“I hoped it wasn’t, that was the best sex of my life.” You say as you nuzzle into Dean’s neck breathing in his scent. You fall asleep fast.


Six Weeks Later

Shit. Shit. Holy fuck you are so screwed. You think to yourself. You had just picked up a pregnancy test from the convenience store after realizing you had missed your period. You and Dean had been going at it ever since that night he punched that guy outside the bar and now you were pregnant. What were you supposed to tell Dean?

“Babe? Where are you?” Dean hollered as he walked into yours and his motel room. Sam stopped sharing with you after he walked in the next morning to find you and his brother snuggled together naked.

“In here.” Your voice cracks at the end and you know he knows something is up.

“You ok sweetheart?” Dean asks standing outside the bathroom door. You whip away a stray tear.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Your voice cracks again.

“Let me in.” Dean demands. “I’ll break the door down I swear I will.” You shove the test into your back pocket and splash some cool water on your face to wash away some stray tears.

“Y/N if you don’t let me in right now I will break the fucking door down.” Dean shouts as you turn the handle.

“Dean I’m fine ok. Just some girl stuff.” You turn away from him to head over to Sam’s room to help him with research for the case.

“What’s in your pocket?’ Dean asks. You turn around instantly panicking.

“Nothing. It’s nothing don’t worry about it.” You start getting flushed.

“You’re blushing Y/N. What is it?” Dean runs around behind you grabbing the test from  your pocket before you can even process it. Dean looks up at you in shock.

“Are we… are we pregnant Y/N?” Dean asks shocked.

“Yeah we are.” You take a deep breathe trying to slow your heart rate.



“I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” Dean shouts happily as he wraps his arms around you and spins you in a circle. He sets you down gently grabbing your face between his big soft, warm hands and kisses you with so much love you could swoon.

“I love you Y/N! You gave me the best gift in the world!” Dean exclaims.

“Wait you’re happy? I thought you would be pissed.” You ask confused.

“Of course I’m happy. I mean I love you and I know this isn’t the best life to raise a kid in but I know this baby,” Dean places both hands on your stomach, “our baby, will be so loved. And we can protect him or her from everything that comes our way.” Dean says as he holds you tight against him. Then Dean whispers in your ear, “Oh and you’re not hunting anymore. Like ever.”

Behind The Story - Pt. 8

Summary: The reader is Jensen’s girlfriend (fiancé) and also a cast member of the show. A peek into their summer and hiatus life. 

Author: deanwinchester-af

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 1.3k+

Warnings: Fluff.


A/N: Hope y’all like this, feedback is always appreciated it.

Behind The Story Masterlist


Browsing for clothes slowly started to become your daily challenge, giving the fact that you were currently 23 weeks pregnant. Sometimes you would get self conscious over the changes  of your body yet always tried your best to stay confident and don’t give too much attention to the thoughts inside your head. You gasped when JJ threw one of her daily kicks. You scoffed caressing your belly, feeling her weight resting on the left side..

“Guess you will be as athletic as your father.”

Another kick.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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All I Wanted; C.H. 11

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5, part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9, part 10

I want to see you. Now xo

I smile stupidly at my phone as I swipe my finger across the screen, Calum’s message brightening up my day. He had been texting me goofy messages throughout the last few days, but I had spent most of my time in the presence of Meredith – just as I was now.

If this doesn’t take too long maybe I can stop by later ;) x

“What are you grinning at?” Meredith cocks an eyebrow in my direction, her smirk painted on as her gaze flicks across my face. Her hands are resting on her hips and she’s blocking the entire aisle of this clothing store she has dragged me into. I hum as I lift my eyes off of my phone, raising my eyebrows in her direction as I feel my lips curls into a frown. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Why are you so relaxed lately? You’ve been in such a great mood and I have never seen you smile as much as you’ve done lately.” Meredith chuckles as she steps aside for a group of girls to pass us before she resumes her way along the clothing racks. My eyes are widened as I trail behind her, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket but a bit too stunned to check out Calum’s reply.

“It’s… Nothing? I mean I don’t think anything has happened that has given me one more reason to smile?” I laugh rather nervously, toying with a sweat shirt to my right, doing my best to avoid my best friend’s gaze.

“That’s cute.” Meredith suddenly speaks, stopping beside me to finger the fabric of the shirt I’ve invested my attention in. “I don’t know, feels funny.” I thank whoever springs to mind that she has changed the subject and walk ahead, cursing to myself that I’ve let it show so much.

“You know you can talk to me about anything? Right?” Meredith starts again and I roll my eyes before turning around and putting on my best fake smile. “I swear there’s nothing, just for once, no drama and I’m enjoying that.”

Oh, if she knew. This is the most drama I’ve had to deal with in years and somehow it’s thrilling to keep something so intimate from my best friend.

“I don’t know. Most of the times you’re an open book and right now.. I can’t seem to read you. It worries me.” Meredith continues as she guides us out of the store without looking at anything else, back into the cold of impending winter.

“I see that as a good thing. Not everyone should get to read my emotions so easily.” I laugh haphazardly as I nudge her side, pointing out a store that has the most beautiful holiday dresses displayed in their window. “And I seriously don’t get why we have to shop for New Year’s dresses already. It’s like so far away.” I know I may be over exaggerating because December is coming incredibly fast, but I never understood why I had to buy a new outfit to probably spend the night celebrating at a mate’s house.

“It’s December next week, for your information. There’s a lot of stuff coming up, Christmas decorating, present shopping, before you know it you won’t have time to go out and lazily search for a dress.” Meredith lectures me and I roll my eyes as I push past people to follow her into the store.

“Could you stop avoiding the conversation, by the way?” Meredith speaks up again and I groan loudly – internally of course, wouldn’t want her to notice – that she again brings it up.

“I swear to god Mer, nothing is going on and honestly I’m getting sick of you thinking I’m hiding stuff from you.” I sigh, my fingers rapidly going through my hair – a nervous habit.
“Okay, okay! I’ll drop it. Jesus Y/n, calm your tits.” Meredith laughs and I chuckle along, my fingers toying with my phone in my pocket. I raise it just enough so I can glance at the lit up screen, seeing Calum’s name flash.

Hurry up, I miss you xo

“My dad texted me that he needs my help on something. Do you think we could raincheck on that dress shopping? Maybe when I’m less sore and a bit more into it?” I laugh as I tuck my phone back in my pocket, grinning apologetically at my friend who rolls her eyes – but at least with a smile on her lips.


“How impatient can you be?” I laugh as the door opens in front of me, Calum’s head peeking out before he grins bright when he sees me. “Well, going to let me in?”
“Hello to you too, Y/n.” Calum chuckles as I step inside, door falling closed behind me as I start to rid myself of my scarf and jacket.

“Yes, Calum. Hello, nice to see you. How are you sweetheart?” I smile as I throw my clothing over the railing of the stair case. Calum steps closer, his hands gliding along my waist as he pulls me closer. “A lot better.” He dips down to press his lips against mine and I sigh in pure and utter bliss, glad I cut my shopping spree with Meredith short to be here.

He retreats and his hand glides along my arm to my hand as he gives it a gentle tug, beckoning me to follow him upstairs. “How was your day with Meredith, babe?” Calum questions as he pushes past his closed bedroom door, dropping onto his bed as he waits for me to follow him.

“Cut short because someone couldn’t stop whining.” I smirk triumphantly before I slowly crawl onto the bed besides him. It’s comfortable, just lying beside him, our breathing the only thing heard throughout the whole house. I turn my head and see Calum already staring at me, his bottom lip pulled between his pearly white teeth.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to – “ Calum starts and I roll on top of him, arms crossed on his chest as I shush him loudly. “It’s not like I was in the mood to shop.”
“Then what are you in the mood for?” Calum wiggles his eyebrows and I can’t help but let my own eyes roll in their sockets, Calum’s hands lifting from the mattress to land on my bum.

“I’m kidding. Thanks for stopping by.” He licks his lips seductively, gently pushing my body down onto his so he’d reach my lips. I giggle against his lips, eyes fluttered shut. “How I wish I could believe you.” Calum’s large, calloused hands roughly squeeze my bottom and I can’t help but let a moan slip past my lips, involuntarily. “As if you’re not here for the same reason, Y/n. Tsk tsk. Don’t lie to me.”

I bite his bottom lip roughly in reciprocation, the tall boy below me groaning loudly as he slaps my ass. “What you do to me.” Calum moans against my lips, pushing my body closer to his, impossibly closer as my own hands start to roam over his torso, ridding his shirt up and off of his head. As his hands also roam upwards, he flips us over and his whole body envelopes mine.

Let me know what you think! xo


My run didn’t feel too great cause my legs felt like bricks after Saturday’s deadlift day and Sunday’s ride but I got it done and my lungs felt pretty good. I stopped at the grocery store to get a few things and found the most amazing snack for my ride home. I’m picky about guac but that may be the best guac I’ve ever had. No lie. I didn’t really feel like lifting when I got home but I sucked it up and killed it. Seriously it felt so good minus the mosquitos. Definitely gonna have to invest in some bug spray.

  • Anontisemite: Whether or not you're willing to admit it, whether or not you even realize it, you are oppressed. I mean look at the ridiculous dress code, being forced to cover everything from toes to hair, just put on some pants already and don't wear long sleeves when it's too hot, it's not healthy! Being forced to be a housewife and bear children, you're living like it's 1950. You are supporting patriarchy and holding back feminism by adhering to a patriarchal religion.
  • Gentileproblems: I’m being oppressed by dressing how I want you guuuyyyzzzzz…. :( I don’t know how I stand it.
  • Also, literally nobody is making me get married? I’ll get married and have children because that’s what I want out of life, but those aren’t the only things I want, for crying down the sink! My ambitions won’t end the moment I get engaged, because I’m an actual human being, not a weird cause for you to champion without my say-so. Get lost, I’m not interested.
  • Anontisemite: Look honey, it's not your fault that you don't recognize your own oppression but you and other women like you need help. Religion is merely a farce created by men to control women. The feminist cause wants to help you, that's what we're here for. Of course you think you're husband will let you chase your ambitions once your married but that's not how religious marriage works. You'll be nothing but a trussed slave and that's a tragedy.
  • Gentileproblems: Can someone please tell Jacob he is oppressing me he still hasn’t messaged me back and I’m thinking this is to do with our horrible patriarchal religion.
  • Arothejew: Jacob! Young man, what do you have to say for yourself
  • Jacob-the-pianist: I'm sorry I'm male, I'm sorry I'm white, I'm sorry I'm male, I'm sorry I'm white
  • Anontisemite: Oh you poor girl. I hope one day you'll realizing how vile and silly the Jewish religion is because you need help. You could have such a full, happy life but instead you've confined yourself to misery and you don't even know it.
  • Gentileproblems: 1/10 trolling try harder next time
  • Anontisemite: I assure you I am not trolling, I want to help you and women like you. I have no problems with Jews but I do have a problem with Judaism and organized religions that inherently oppress women.
  • Gentileproblems: Kay sure… how about you help by listening to us, rather than fighting for us? I’m not feeling particularly oppressed, here. Are you?
  • Gentileproblems (general): did anon seriously think sending me anonymous messages telling me my entire culture was Wrong would make me want to convert? Oh, goyim…
  • Satirenon 1: breaking news an anti semitic anon has caused jews everywhere to decide to be atheists OH NO IT'S HAPPENING TO MEEE *all memory of anything relating to judaism in my life is suddenly gone and i am now a free un oppressed woman*
  • Gentileproblems: oh, teach me your ways, un-oppressed one! is there hope for one such as me, comfortable in her religion and proud of her people? or will i have to moulder in the cave of deluded yidden… only time will tell.
  • Anontisemite: Oh honey, I don't want you to convert. I want you to be a secular, free independent woman who doesn't rely on a misogynistic culture of lies and rules designed to keep you oppressed. Surely deep down you realize organized religion is a farce created by men? It's so obvious. If you weren't tied to a backwards culture that didn't allow women education you'd be able to comprehend better. I'm so sorry, please learn to accept help when it's extended. That is what feminism is here for.
  • Gentileproblems: white feminism has reached its zenith
  • Anontisemite: I am not certainly not antisemitic, I do not hate Jews, I want to help their women. What I hate Judaism, Islam and any organized religion. They are forms of misogynistic, systematic oppression.
  • Gentileproblems: 'I'm not raaaaaacist, I just hate these two heavily racialised religions…'
  • Anontisemite: though i too was once proud of my religion and my people i have seen the light and become a truely liberated woman 100% of anti semitic feminists agree that it is the right course of action so let go of the misogynistic tethers of religion and truely free yourself from your harmful self oppression like i did
  • Gentileproblems: assimilate and let go of your culture i a random anon know far more about it than you do
  • Gentileproblems: at the third stage, you ascend to a higher plane of existence, like on the original Stargate show.
  • Commentanon 1: i hate judaism but im teeeechiiincally not anti semitic right? -actual quote from the anon
  • Gentileproblems: i know, like how do you even rationalise that what even
  • Anontisemite: I am not antisemitic, I am antireligion. All I want is to end the systematic oppression of women inherent to Judaism and Islam. It is my life's mission and one day I hope to save all of the women like you, women who trapped and hurting and don't even know it.
  • Gentileproblems: Did you know Judaism and Islam are the only perpetrators of misogyny ever? GREYFACE TELLS ALL!
  • Commentanon 2: oh g-d of course anon doesnt include christianity just islam and judaism yet somehow aren't anti semitic or islamaphobic right? anti religion yet only against the two religions with the most hate and violence directed towards them? totally just looking out for women right?
  • Gentileproblems: i know, right? noooo bias there, no siree….
  • Anontisemite: You can still be a Jew, you can eat bagels and gettlefish and all of that, but you should be able to wear regular clothes without having rocks thrown at you, have intercourse without needing to do it through a cloth with a hole, not be forced to live separately from other people once a month. It's barbaric. Help me help you. Help me help women like you. This is going to be my career, rescuing the downtrodden women of archaic religious cults.
  • Gentileproblems: Okay, this is actually genuinely offensive. Where on Earth did you learn about Judaism, Stormfront? For G-d’s sake, choose another career at the very least- nobody will want to be rescued by you.
  • Commentanon 3: These anons today are even more ludicrous than last week's neo-nazis. Seriously talk about being so "open-minded" that your brains fall out and your mind closes again behind them.
  • Gentileproblems: Tell me about it, I have a permanent look of disgust etched onto my face by now.
  • Commentanon 4: Don't let them bother you. That one is literally a xtian-atheist religious missionary. Just treat them like you would any other xtian missionary.
  • Gentileproblems: 'Nope, I don't want your holy book… I've already got one…. it's vintage…'
  • Commentanon 5: wtf anon and ur stiiiiill not anti semitic? i'm waiting for what exactly anons definition of anti semitism is or does it even exist since how can you oppress someone who wants to oppressed or whatever they are trying to say jewish women are doing
  • Gentileproblems: it’s a horrible, horrible journey of ‘not antisemitic i swear’ and i can’t get off
  • Satirenon 2: I want to be offended but all I can focus on now is gettlefish. Seriously. GETTLEFISH
  • Gentileproblems: It’s like kettle crisps mixed with gefilte fish, I assume.
  • Commentanon 6: anon is just jealous of the way i work this super cute skirt with my bright colorful tights and that my marriage will be more emotionally fulfilling because it's not about sex all the time (it's also been proven that because a husband and wife can't have each other sexually all the time they appreciate it more when they do)
  • Gentileproblems: Oh my gosh, talk frum fashion to me! And I’ve never heard of that second point- I shall Google at once!
  • Commentanon 7: is gettlefish like non kosher gefilte fish?
  • Gentileproblems: I think this is one of those things that ‘everyone knows’ about Jews except for Jews
  • Commentanon 7: oh like hanukkah trees? (always spelled that way because fuck the original hebrew spellings lets at 2 k's for the hell of it because goyim)
  • Gentileproblems: yep, that’s totally A Thing, because judaism is christianity in a funny hat.
  • Anontisemite: I don't know what Stormfront, I'm a New Age nondenominational culturally Christian atheist Buddhist. As I've already explained to you I am not antisemitic or islamaphobic, I am anti-Judaism and anti-Islam. Goodness, I wish you were allowed an education where they teach you these things. I don't have a problem with the secular women and I want to help the poor souls who are 'religious' (rapped). It's the men I take issue with, for forcing girls with potential into little more than slaves.
  • Gentileproblems: Rapped? Did Tupac put you up to this or something? And good grief, that first sentence is the most white-goy line I have ever read.
  • Satirenon 3: help i think i actually got second hand white goy from that first sentence im dying
  • Gentileproblems: do you have a weird urge to get a backwards hebrew tattoo? we’ll find a cure, i swear
  • Satirenon 4: Before your anon I was living my life as a poor, oppressed woman, trapped by the men in my life forcing me to observe archaic rules. This, despite the fact I am a baalat teshuva who was inspired by women and doesn't actually have any men in my life. Not married and absent non-Jewish dad, but they're both oppressing me quite a lot. Thanks to the anon I've realized I can again be free. I will give up my meaningful and beautiful culture that I love. I shall eat gettlefish and run wild.
  • Gentileproblems: The sarky responses to my anons are the actual best thing. And seriously, someone needs to come up with a recipe for gettlefish, pronto.
  • Satirenon 5: for gettlefish you should first go to your local store and pick up a few things, gefilte fish, matzo ball mix, latke mix, bagels, lox, chopped liver and cream cheese (just to make sure it isn't kosher). Now go home, and get out a very large mixing bowl and put all of the ingredients into it and mix thoroughly. Place in a large casserole dish and bake until crispy and then eat because it is the single most jewish food in the world according to goyim, add some bacon if you really want to
  • Gentileproblems: That’s so disgusting I dare someone to make it
  • Satirenon 5: make it and send to the anon
  • Gentileproblems: Where do I send it? The Castle of Denial?
  • Commentanon 8: I literally can't stop laughing. They probably mean to write trapped but I prefer to think they put 'rapped' in parentheses because they want everything in that sentence to be rapped out loud as you read. Break it down now, rap about helping the poor souls.
  • Gentileproblems: lay me some tasty beats, jumblr. “I don’t like your people but I’m not racist, I swear…”
  • Satirenon 6: I think your anon is magic. I was a happily oppressed religious women but then I read everything she wrote and
  • suddenly the world is new, suddenly I am new. My curly hair became straight! My skirt disappeared and was replaced by skinny jeans! I don't know if I can handle all of this freedom yet though, not without a man to guide me. Change me back, oh powerful saviour anon! I'm not ready!
  • Gentileproblems: Please, we need you to be our white saviour! Oh, whatever shall we do?
  • Commentanon 9: What the actual fuck is a "New Age nondenominational culturally Christian atheist Buddhist"? Is that a thing?
  • Gentileproblems: Apparently so… oy.
  • Satirenon 7: HELP! I chose to practice modesty by covering my hair on holy days and I think I've oppressed myself! Already men are making me little more than a slave although I have an education and so much potential. Damn my religious choices!
  • Gentileproblems: Gosh darn it straight to heck! Deciding for yourself how you want to be seen, how dare you! That’s for the New Age Christian Buddhist whateveritwas to do!
  • Anontisemite: I'm sorry to see that you and your friends have resorted to making fun of good intentions. You may not think you need my help but me and other feminists will continue fighting for you nonetheless. I promise that one day we will create a world where you can be free from the bonds of oppressive misogynist religious law and archaic cultural traditions. You are only using negativity to lash out because you fear change, as your religion has taught you. But change is good and it will free you.
  • Gentileproblems: ngl i laughed
  • Commentanon 10: I feel like calling you honey just makes the whole thing so patronizing like stop listening to that religion that tells you what to do, I'm going to tell you what to do instead.
  • Gentileproblems: i knooow! like they don’t even know me! it’s gross as heck frankly- but i’m glad my followers are finding it funny.
  • Satirenon 8: help though im a lesbian my religion is compelling me to marry a man and become his subservient wife saaavee meeeeee
  • Gentileproblems: Must…. resist….. anon’s interpretation…. of my religion!
  • Satirenon 9: Oh..oh my goodness, my magen david necklace was sooo tight and it was choking me but that anon magically broke it and now i can breathe thank g-d or wait am i not supposed to do that anymore
  • Gentileproblems: Thank Richard Dawkins, probably.
  • Satirenon 10: anon nooo even though my religion teaches to question our laws and to change with the times it is suddenly morphing into everything you say it iiisss
  • Gentileproblems: Anon is, in fact, Haruhi Suzumiya
  • Anontisemite: Laughing is only a defense mechanism but one day you will be grateful for our movement :). There is an ever growling movement of feminist women against organized religion like yours whose mission is to save women like you. We are very well educated about Judaism and your culture and we will help you to adjust to the modern world. Misogyny and systematic oppression of women through forced dress codes and throwing rocks won't happen to you, no one will hurt you. You don't have to fear change.
  • Gentileproblems: Seriously, who keeps spreading the idea that religious women can’t be feminists? This is frankly depressing, and why we need to educate goyim to free them from their horrible, misogynistic, blinkered ideologies :(
  • Commentanon 11: It's hard to be convincing when they're sending asks on Anon. Like that's the least personal thing you could do.
  • Gentileproblems: I know, eh? When it started, I was actually pretty sure they were that ‘women don’t need feminism’ blog from a couple of hours ago, but now I’m not so sure…
  • Satirenon 11: white feminist goy barbie, she talks! you pull her string and she spouts nonsense!! (idk if anon is actually a she but like you get my point)
  • Gentileproblems: I kind of hope so, actually, because think of how much more creepy and paternalistic it would be if anon was male.
  • Commentanon 12: As opposed to cultural Christian atheist Buddhism, which is entirely disorganized.
  • Gentileproblems: *sniggering* Anyway, correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t the Dalai Lama very much against converts to Buddhism?
  • Satirenon 12: I somehow seem to have put on a long skirt. Someone please send a secular white "feminist" to help me.
  • Gentileproblems: I keep thinking of that Monty Python skit, you know, with the peasant shouting ‘Help! Help! I’m being oppressed!’
  • Anontisemite: Honey, you're being silly! I already have an education because in out free feminist culture women are allowed to learn. You can do it too! And of course a religious women can't be a feminist, it's the exact opposite of feminist. Religion, especially Judaism and Islam, is the source of all misogyny in the world.
  • Gentileproblems: To be honest there are so many people mocking you in my inbox I thought this was a parody. I am still not quite sure. And.. so do I? Dad’s a university professor, and I got early admission to his uni- had my first class yesterday, actually- where I’m reading Sociology and History. Also, pretty sure a good definition of feminism is that women can do as they please, whatever that means to them.
  • Satirenon 13: It's all a lie! You've been taught lies your entire life! White goyishé feminists know more than you do about the tradition you were raised in again and again for the past 3326 years. Definitely.
  • Gentileproblems: No, what are you talking about, they skim-read a Rationalwiki article once! They’re totally qualified to tell me how to live my life!
  • Satirenon 14: I'm wearing a kippah and a mini skirt at the same time. I'm only have oppressed on my mothers side.
  • Gentileproblems: :D but oppression is passed down through the mother, donchaknow
  • Satirenon 11: yeah for all you know anon is a really creepy guy looking to harass jewish feminists and give feminists a bad name
  • Gentileproblems: yeah p much
  • Commentanon 13: thats religious misogyny at work, the only true feminist religion is spiritual christian influenced combined with a bastardized eastern """"spiritual"""" religion entirely divorced from from it's actual source and rules and replaced with new ageyness and a hint of racism :)
  • Gentileproblems: 'Hey, mum and dad! I'm rebelling against you by converting to a watered-down version of a religion I barely understand!'
  • Satirenon 15: *sighs* Now I have to go tell the three female Rabbis I know personally that none of them should have received an education, because a got on the intertextuality knows Judaism better than us
  • Gentileproblems: It’s such a drag being oppressed like this, no?
  • Commentanon 14: Wtf the fuck is "free feminist culture"? I'm laughing so hard. Also kinda offended that anon is equating education with knowledge. Like a lot of people can't afford college or have learning disabilities but they're their own people, fuck off.
  • Gentileproblems: anon is patronising as heck- go ask them, I don’t know.
  • Anontisemite: Yes, I see you and the many people mocking me on your blog but I really don't mind because I know that you don't know better. I'm not a man or looking to undermine feminism - why would you even think that? You're a bit paranoid aren't you? Feminism is about female freedom and my life is dedicated to helping women achieve that. Judaism inherently undermines female freedom and that is want to eradicate it and rescue women from it. It's not antisemitism.
  • Gentileproblems: Alongside Jews, there are atheists, Muslims, and Christians mocking you. Quit while you’re… well, I can’t actually say ‘ahead’, really.
  • Anontisemite: I don't mind the mockery. I have my cause my cause is you and your fellow oppressed females or Judaism. It doesn't matter if you think you don't need it, a feminist fights for the freedom of all women no matter what. You haven't been taught this but you are woman who has value. You deserve a life without men who shame you for existing and think you have no worth except that which comes forth from your womb.
  • Gentileproblems: but… you are the only one saying this… can you save me from *you*, please?
  • Satirenon 16: for $8000 a month i will stop oppressing myself anon
  • Gentileproblems: yes please anon pay my uni fees
  • Satirenon 17: I am a Jewish feminist am I causing global warming
  • Gentileproblems: I want to make a joke about Moses and rising sea levels here….
  • Anontisemite: Oh honey, let feminism help you be truly free from the bonds of patriarchal religion.
  • Gentileproblems: we’ve been around a few thousand years, your patronising wheedling isn’t gonna stop that.
  • Commentanon 15: In all seriousness, what I find most fascinating about the anon is that for someone who claims to want to free me from those telling me what to do etc., she/he is telling me exactly what to do! For someone who claims to want everyone to be free, she/he is not allowing me the freedom to do what I want. In other words, hypocrites will be hypocrites.
  • Gentileproblems: Goyim gonna goy
  • Commentanon 16: Anon does know that Judaism is a matriarchal religion, correct? That women are revered and are incredibly valued by Jewish society?
  • Gentileproblems: what are you talking about religion is BAD forever
  • Commentanon 17: For all who are trying to say that she is not free while being Jewish is the worst thing you could say. Being free means she can choose what religion she follows. Also the Jewish faith is not oppressive I actually know a female cantor/rabbi who is amazing at what she does. You are being oppressive by telling her she can't be what she wants and saying that you are not being racist even though all your support is stereotypes and from the 1900's get with the time! Take this as a warning
  • Gentileproblems: Thanks so much, anon! I mean I’m opinionated as all heck, if I didn’t think i was being respected I’d leave, believe me.
Terrible Thief (2) - (partial prehydra!)Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by thatsadarksoul

Words: 2019
Pairing: (partial)(prehydra!)Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: feeLS, kinda sad, swearing i think
Requested: yeh by a lot actually
Authors Note: i ended up really liking this little idea with the prehydra!stuff and I’m testing something with this imagine (plus, it was helping me calm down after a kinda bad day so why not post it) BUT YAY PART TWO

Part One Two Three Four

Masterlist. Request List.

You were locking up The Maximoff Bakery on the two-year anniversary of the twins leaving. You quickly took over their shop in case they decided to come back, and you ended up really liking it. You found Wanda’s recipes and kept the business growing, but it just didn’t feel right without your friends.

You heard a noise as you were walking out the back door. “I swear if it’s another damn animal…” You groaned under your breath. Pietro and Wanda had told you how so many animals would sneak in and eat some of the food, so you knew you had to be careful.

You grabbed a broom, ready to push it out of the store. You snuck around the back and made it to the front to get past the counter.

“Hey!” You shouted, “I see you.”

The man didn’t move. He was crouching under the counter, and he didn’t say a thing. “Seriously, I see you; you’re right under the counter. Wow, you’re such a terrible thief. I remember my days and it granted me a best friend. Oh, do you speak English? Sometimes I forget that we’re in Sokovia,” You rambled on, and the man finally moved. “If I report this it will be so much work. Take a piece of bread and get out, okay?”

“You didn’t change the name of the bakery,” The man said in a low voice. He still hadn’t turned around, and you hadn’t even gotten a glance at his face.

“What? The name of this bakery has always been the same,” You started, “Will you turn around so I can see you?” You asked.

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My mum buys cans of Monster all the time and I dont like that she drinks them… but shes an adult so…

But she gave a can to me yesterday and I drank so she wouldnt… now I think she thinks I like Monster… and bought me another can.

Monster is fuckin gross and im pretty sure its responsible for giving me the shakes yesterday. Seriously I couldnt even play Marvel Tsum Tsum for a couple hours.

Im no good at saying I dont like things when theyre given to me though… so… I guess I have to accept my fate and drink it cuz I dont want her to drink it and I wouldnt feel right wasting it…

Why couldnt it just be Arizona Green Tea? X’u 99 CENTS! Best drink in a can.

…although I had Snapple green tea once since my mums boyfriend went to the store… that was really good. I prefer glass bottles.

How to Be a Femboy: Starting On the Right Foot

Starting out as a femboy is something that is very easy to make overly complicated. Any closeted femboy who has finally decided to begin dressing more effeminate wants to immediately look as cute, sexy, girly, and beautiful as their hearts desire. You want to spread your wings and take flight. But rushing into something new without experience doesn’t often result in desired success. Becoming a unique and beautiful femboy doesn’t occur over-night. It takes time, experimentation, research, and often plenty of courage. But there are easy ways to start out on a good foot. Here are six basic steps I followed while starting out.
1. “Positive and Realistic Mindset”. The first thing to do, is throw away everything you think you know about femboys. This specifically means common stereotypes. Like having to dress or act like trap. Or you must be gay or bi. Or that you need to be skinny and hairless and in your teens. Etc ya’know. Well all o dat jank, get it out of that adorable little head of yours. Really, just be honestly realistic. You don’t have to do or be anything you don’t want to. You also don’t need to dress like other femboys. In fact you should strive to be unique. Honestly being a femboy isn’t about needing to do things. It’s about being happy. And that’s the real first step. Realizing you are doing this to be happy. Kay?
2. “Incorporate Gender Neutrality” Now once you’ve got a clear and positive mindset, you can move onto the next level; How to change your appearance. This is a very gradual process (Seriously, do not rush it unless you are 1007.2% sure you know what you are doing). The best way to start out is simple. If you have a preferred style or even color, grip onto it. Start incorporating little things into it. Wear more form fitting pants. Try out some baggy sweatshirts. Buy some sock caps. Get some unique shoes. Etc (I should add that you can find all of these things in the “guys section” of about every store). Dress normal. Ease a little androgynous or gender neutral into it. You don’t have to start dressing like a girl right off the bat. In fact you should definitely avoid doing so. At the same time you should do your best to take care of your skin. Daily washing and moisturizing is important. Try growing out your bangs a little too. Just keep your skin, hair, and overall body healthy(I don’t necessarily mean skinny!) and you’re good. Eventually, you should start looking up makeup tutorials. Eyeliner, mascara and a little lip balm is all you really need. Once you’re this far, you should have a decent idea of what you want. Trust your gut. You want to be comfortable.
3. “Get a Public Feel” If you haven’t already, try going out with makeup and gender-neutral-type clothes. This step is important because it boosts confidence and grants you some experience to know what you are going for. Most importantly, it eases you into a feeling of femininity or androgyny in public. Go to the mall or movie theatre on your free time. Have fun! Once you are able to go out like this normally and feel comfortable, you’re ready to move on.
4. “Check Out the Other Half of the Store” Next, try browsing the girls sections of stores. You don’t have to buy or try anything on, but get a feel for it. Look and see what you like and don’t like. Once you feel ready, start trying new things on. This is necessary. Trying something on not only let’s you size it up and check for fit, but it lets you see wether or not it suites you. If you find something you really like, get it. Just walk up to the counter, place it down, be normal, and don’t act like its a big deal. If you’re still nervous, grab a few other plain things to buy it with. They usually won’t say anything about it anyway. And if they do, just go somewhere else. If you are still a little wary of this part, you can simply ask a trusted female friend of yours to buy clothes for you instead. But it’s important that you have enough confidence to buy you’re own clothes. Just remember that you aren’t doing anything wrong. No need to be embarrassed.
5. “Figure Out an Outfit”. Now that you have materials, make a masterpiece.The only stipulation to this step, is that you are aiming to look good. Being a femboy is limited only to the one rule that you dress to look good. Some fashion sense is required. But by now you should be able to match colors and textures nicely. Remember, when you play games like tf2, or bf4, or sumthink, you want you’re loadout to be awesome right? Same thing with an outfit. Make that stuff look sexy-awesome!
6. “Try it out”. The final step is the one that takes the most thought and consideration. By this point, you need to be confident enough to look at least a little feminine in public, browse through and buy girls clothes comfortably, and know what you want to look like. So now’s the moment to let fly. Once you’re absolutely sure you’re ready, toss on that outfit you’ve been dying to wear, put on your best eyeliner, fix your hair up super cute, and walk tall with your head held high. Go somewhere you like and know. Maybe invite a supportive friend. Ignore the occasional stare.Treat yourself to something sweet. Just do what you always do. Be normal. Be yourself. The only thing that’s changed about you is how you look on the outside. And be happy! You’re expressing yourself in one of the most beautiful ways possible. If you can return home feeling comfortable and without a notion of regret in your mind, you did perfect. And you can safely say, that you are now a proud and unique femboy. Remember: patience is virtue, mistakes are fine, doubting yourself is normal and can be overcome, this may take a long time, and all that really matters is that you are happy. And don’t forget, you’ll do great.
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My apologies for it being so late. And long. I tend to ramble. Anywho, I’d like to thank everyone who requested this and reminded me to finish it. Talking to all you sweet little anons out there! Have questions? Ask me! There will definitely be more to come. And remember. You’re awesome-sauce. -(^u ^ -)

anonymous asked:

Hello! I remember a really really long time ago you posted something about how you used to have bad acne (I think in one of those share 5 facts about yourself things) Do you mind if I ask how you got it to clear up? I've been struggling with it for years and nothing works :( I remember you saying you were considering accutane which is what I'm thinking about too :/

Hi, nons! Of course I can help! :3 Lots of information under the cut.

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xabbyjanex  asked:

BREAKFAST!!!! For me breakfast is the hardest meal of the day. I have never been a fan of smoothies etc so I am really hesitant to try making one (i am yet to try) and I don't like oats. I currently eat peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast and I really want to switch to something that is going to fill me up and make the right start to my day. Also just wondering about carbs because I have recently by told by other vegans that if you don't burn off what you eat you will gain weight. is it true?


Smoothies are awesome! Play around with different flavour combos and see what you like! At the moment my fav combo is bananas, frozen mango’s and green barley juice powder!! Ellen got me into the powder and it’s SOOO good and such a good way to get in greens!

Other breakfast options for me right now is rice flakes (seriously the best things EVER) you cook them like porridge and it’s really tasty. I have it with some spices, bananas and berries!

ALSO I know you said you don’t like oats but try blending them with dates, dried coconut, and 1 ripe banana to make rawnolla! I eat it with frozen blue berries and bananas :)

That is NOT true…Carbs have the worst rep and that is simply not how they work!! Your body will store them as fuel, and only in abnormal situations will it be stored as fat. You honestly don’t have to worry about it…Eat till your satisfied and move your body to stay healthy ☺️

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Just barely sliding in this contribution to @madgesundersee‘s 12 Days of Gadge celebration (it’s still Day 10 in my time zone!). 

Day 10: Mistletoe or Mistake

Madge was not a morning person. But her new boss was, and he wanted his “team” (ugh) in the office when he arrived, which meant Madge had to drag herself into work long before she was ready to deal with humanity. In the elevator each morning at 6:55 a.m., she felt like declaring war against every single other passenger for taking up space and pressing buttons for all the floors standing between her and Floor 48.

Coffee helped her cope. And so did the Elevator Hottie.

She first noticed him one morning when the woman standing next to her unthinkingly swung her gym bag into Madge’s side, which shoved her into the guy standing next to her.

“You all right?” he asked, steadying her.

She nodded, eyes locked on her triple grande nonfat latte to be sure it hadn’t spilled. Then she glared at the woman with the weaponized gym bag who was now busy obliviously pushing her way out of the elevator.

“Sorry,” she muttered to the guy, retreating back into her own space, though not before noticing how good he smelled: earthy and spicy at the same time. Clean. He was easy on the eyes, too, with tousled dark hair, killer cheekbones, and a wiry frame. She guessed he was about her age, a plus.

He gave her a polite, restrained smile and returned to staring sternly straight ahead over the heads of the other elevator passengers.

Sipping her coffee, Madge watched him and tried to guess where he worked. He wasn’t wearing a suit (promising), just khakis and a striped button-down shirt under a rain jacket that looked like it could protect him in a hurricane. Maybe he was a skier? Snowboarder?

He must have felt her studying him, because he turned his head and gave her a quizzical look.

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anonymous asked:

Do u think the hero association would try to put a stop to the S-class villian saitama by going after his lil toasters because thats like the closes thing they know that is a weakness to saitama? I would think the heros try to go forward with the plan when saitama isnt there obviously like when its just genos and lil toasters coming from the grocery store. Genos was there to protect them, when saitama finds out what those 'lowlife heros' did hell has been unleashed



1. THE BBYS CAN AND WILL KICK ASS, like the Battle Bbys are BUILT for this stuff, and even the Domestic Bbys are built tough. Because they’re so small and compact and well equipped with weapon systems, they’re as, if not more, resilient than Genos, they’re based off of him and are just the tiny equivalent to him, so if Genos is able to battle heroes on his own, they’re fine.

2. FUCKIN GENOS LIKE I MEAN THIS IS MAMA, like he’ll fuckin go super saiyan on those heroes who took his kids. TO BE HONEST, IF I WERE TO BE CONFRONTED BY EITHER GENOS OR SAITAMA, I’D WANT IT TO BE SAI BECAUSE YOU’RE OUT ONE PUNCH. GENOS, oh my god, Genos on the other hand won’t hesitate to rip things apart piece by piece and make it hurt JESUS


1. Separate the bbys and there’s a better chance of apprehending them.

2. Get a hero STRONGER than Genos to keep him down while the bbys are being kidnapped will ensure success


Like Sai knows that Genos and the lil ones want to prove themselves and he gives them their chances and he knows that they can take care of themselves, to a certain extent of course. In the instance of monsters, the bby’s are capable of handling Wolf and Tiger threats and Genos may need to assist them with Demon, if he can’t here comes Saitama.

I mean while Sai CAN protect each and every one of them, he’d basically be taking away not only their fun, but also he’d be hampering their instinctive battle drives. Genos and half the kids are hardwired with this will to fight and Sai KNOWS it wouldn’t be fair to take that away from them.

Villain!Sai is HELPLESS before his family, he’d fall to his knees for them, he’d SURRENDER for them if necessary, but in reality, THEY ARE SUCH AN EXTREMELY CAPABLE FAMILY THAT THERE IS NO NEED FOR IT


There are so many scenarios that make for GREAT stories:

Sai surrendering to protect them being the MOST DRAMATIC AND MOST HEART WRENCHING AND MOST INTRIGUING……… but like the hero association would piss their pants if he even gave them an arched brow, it’s not possible to slip passed Saitama I’m sorry aaaaaaaaahhhhhh


also wow i think the villain!au hero association is evil af going after bbys wtf