i have a hard time rn, so i needed a lil break to draw something hella sentimental and i was thinking about family DJWifi 

(actually, i mentioned that i was doing a big thing with them and i will finish it after all my college problems, sooo its like a big hint whats gonna be here)

Forbidden Love | Pt. 3

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

Not waiting for his reply, you tucked your phone away in your pocket and huffed loudly as you went your fingers through your hair.

Hesitantly, you glanced towards Jimin. He was standing at the same spot, his whole body frozen while he stared at the wall you were leaning on just seconds ago.

Taking a few small steps towards him, you lifted your arm in order to shake him out of his frozen state but stopped midway, scared to see his reaction. “J-Jimin, say something, please..”

You watched how he snapped back to reality the moment he heard your voice.

Hesitantly but slowly, he lifted his right arm and placed his hand on your belly, a faint smile plastered on his face. “D-Does that mean there is a chance that you’re carrying my baby?”

Confused, you looked at his face. What was he doing?

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your body and placed soft kisses all over your face. “Thank you so much, Y/N! You can’t believe how happy you made-”

Placing your hands on his chest, you shoved him away for the second time that day. “What are you doing, Jimin?! Are you insane?! I just told you that I’m pregnant and that you might be the father! Why are you happy about this?! What are we going to say to them when they find out?!”

Placing his hand on your face, he stroke your cheek with his thumb. “They will not find it out.”

“How, Jimin?! How?!”

“Run away with me, Y/N.”

Slapping his hand away, you looked at him furiously. “You’ve really lost your mind! How can you say such a thing like that, Jimin?! You are married! Your wife is waiting downstairs for you, just like my husband! Don’t you feel sorry?!”

All of a sudden, Jimin started breathing heavily, the anger in his eyes making you take a step back from him. “Feeling sorry?! Why should I feel sorry?!”

“Hara didn’t do anything wrong, she’s innocent, just like Taehyung! They don’t deserve this-”

A sarcastic laugh escaped Jimin’s mouth. “Taehyung isn’t innocent! He never was!”

“W-What? What do you mean?”

“Your marriage with him is based on a contract, Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

So I'm like super fucking gay but I just don't feel the need to come out to my family because it's like if it I get a girlfriend it's whatever, they wont judge, but I keep seeing posts about how important and liberating coming out can be but I just don't feel like I need to. What should I do? (Sorry if this makes no sense or is rude, I haven't slept in ~48 hours and am tired)

You don’t need to. If you don’t feel like you have to, then that’s totally okay. Most of my friends aren’t out to their families, and they’re in like long-term relationships and shit. It’s totally up to you.

maahoroa  asked:

Hi Jyushimatsu... Can I have a advice ? Well, I'm the eldest of two littles sisters. I really love them both. But sometimes, the youngest came with me and watch me drawing or being in my computer. I didn't like being watched so I'll ask her to go out. She's tell it to my father, but she's modify what I've said to her. And my father get mad after me, and when I try to tell him the truth, he didn't listen. What should I do ? (Sorry if I make any mistakes, English isn't my first language)

…But after a while my parents stopped paying attention to me when I was mad about it, so I guess it can be the same for your sister… IT’S UPSETTING THOUGH

Bad Girl Ch 4: Apologies

This chapter has a torture scene! 

“Are you ready?”

“Daddy?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Jiho looks at me, concern written all over his face. I don’t let him pull me away from the balcony, I need to see them, I need to remind myself why I don’t need them, that I don’t want them. Baekhyun is standing in the middle of the dance floor in front of the poor victim tied to the chair. He has a bright red metal bat in his hands that match his new hair. Even from here I can see his eyes out lined in kohl making him look sinful. I forgot how beautiful he was.

“It has been awhile,” He muses with a playful smirk on his face. “In case you don’t know, I am Baekhyun of EXO. This is Yooseok, a married man with four children. He teaches at the local high school and also tutors in his free time. But what most people do not know about him is that he has a horrible gambling problem, which has wracked him up a lot of debt. So to compensate for all the money he lost he decided to volunteer to be our guest for tonight.”

Baekhyun tears of the piece of tape covering the man’s mouth, “Help me! Please help me!” The man screams.

“Does anyone here want to help him?” He scans the crowd, pouting when no one answers him, “No one want to step in and save this man and take his place?” He snickers, “What a shame, sorry friend. How about I let you pick which leg I start with, will that make you feel better?”

The man is in tears constantly calling for help that no one would offer. Everyone is too afraid of not just that seat but also EXO. From what I’ve heard they are the most ruthless when it comes to torture, they are the group you don’t want to piss off. The man’s screams get louder when Baekhyun raises the bat and brings it down to one of this knees, the crunching of his bones echoes through the hall. I can’t hold back my cringe yet at the same time I can’t get myself to look away.

“Please!” The man begs through his cries.

“Oh you want another? Since you asked so nicely who am I to deny such a request,” With that Baekhyun flips the bat once in his hand before bring it down to his other knee, letting out the same disgusting bone crushing sound as before.

“Baek-ah,” A familiar voice calls coming out of the darkness into the spot light. “You can’t have all of the fun,” Xiumin says with a chilling grin. My heart stops at the sight of him.

“Xiumin,” I let out breathlessly.

“You are too brutal to start so you have to wait till the end,” Baekhyun whines.

“Does that mean I can go?” Kai joins them with Sehun and Kyungsoo tailing him.

Baekhyun continues to pout but nods, “I guess but be gentle, we don’t want him dying too early.”

Kai nods as he pulls out a hunting knife, he looks to his hyungs, “Which finger should we start with first?”

Sehun cocks his head, deep in thought, “I suggest the pinky finger first. But don’t forget to leave a few for Kris hyung.”

I watch in utter horror as Kai easily cuts off the man’s fingers, blood splatters on his shirt as a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. The man is screaming bloody murder as his finger is waved in his face, pure horror on his face. Sehun plucks the finger out of his hyung’s hand and quickly shoves it into the man’s mouth.

“I’m tired of your screaming, stop being a bitch,” Sehun snarls.

The man spits out the finger, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you volunteered of course,” Baekhyun muses. “Plus,” His eyes scan the balcony until his eyes find me. He gives me a chilling smile, “We want to show someone their future.” The others follow his gaze to me, their expressions seem dumbstruck for a moment. It’s as if it’s the first time they are seeing me, Jiho tries to pull me away but my hands won’t release the railing. I can’t get myself to look away from them until Chanyeol’s hearty laugh echoes through the hall.

“Why did all the fun stop?” He wonders.

“Our- my- my baby,” Sehun stammers to the whole room.

“Sehun-ah,” Baekhyun snaps, “Focus and remember what Suho hyung told us.” But the younger can’t seem to look away. I break eye contact when Chanyeol moves towards the man. A sick feeling settles in my stomach at the sight of the pliers in his hand. Images of my nightmare from all those months ago, that is enough for my hands to release the railing allowing Jiho to pull me out of their view. I cover my mouth with both of my hands, the idea in my head that he will be coming after me with those.

“Calm down Joo,” Jiho whispers softly holding me tight against his chest. He tries to muffle the sounds but I can hear everything. I can hear them mocking the man as they shred him to pieces, he is screaming as Chanyeol rips out his teeth one by one.

“I can’t be in here,” I stammer as I push Jiho away and rush off to find the bathroom, hoping and praying that the screams couldn’t reach there. I know Jiho is tailing me but I’m too focused to care, I need to get away. I push open the heavy wooden door and slip inside before bracing my body against it. The ivory marble room is silent and appears to be empty, thank god. Sinking to the floor and let my head fall back as my body relaxes, mostly. My hands are still trembling with fear and my heart is racing in my chest. I close my eyes to take a few minutes to calm myself.

There is a knock on the door, “Jooyoung-ah, are you okay?” It’s Jiho, just as I’m about to answer I open my eyes to find a gun pointed at my fore head. What surprises me more is who is holding it. Xiumin stares down at me with something a little more than hatred burning in his eyes. My heart stops in this moment, how could he? How could he raise a gun to my head after all he put me through? He crouches down to my level and I can’t help but think of the first night we met.

“Tell him you are fine,” He commands me in a whisper.

“I’m fine Jiho,” I mumble loud enough for the other man to hear through the door.

“Tell him to give you some time.”

“I’ll be out soon, just give me a little time.”

Jiho sighs, “Of course, I’ll be out here when you need me. This should only last a little longer than I’m getting you home.”

“Such a good girl,” Xiumin slurs, obviously drunk. He drops down on to his butt, the gun still aimed at me. I shrink into myself as he scoots closer, his legs on either side of me. His free hand reaches out and caresses my cheek softly as if he’s afraid I’m going to fade a way. I’m too afraid to fight back with the gun in his hand but at the same time I don’t want to. For someone holding a gun he looks so vulnerable right now. Pink, blood shot eyes scan every centimeter of my face as if he has never seen me before. He smiles but I can see the sadness behind it, “You are so beautiful.”

“What’s are you doing? You shouldn’t be here,” I tell him in my strongest voice even though I don’t feel any sort of strength left in me. All I really want to do is hug him and tell him everything is going to be alright but I know I can’t. Not only for Jiyong but for myself. I laid my love for all of them to rest when I full accepted that they left me. I push his hand away.

He chuckles as he wipes his eyes, trying his best to hide the tears I see streaking his cheeks, “That is what everyone has been telling me yet here I am. I thought that I could stay away but when I saw you in the balcony I had to see you up close.”

I set my shoulders back and raise my chin, “You saw me, now put the gun down and leave.”

“No, no, no, no, we are not done.”

“What else do you have to say to me?” I snap.

He is quiet for a moment as he just stare at me, “My youngest brother told me saying sorry to you would make me feel better. It would be therapeutic so that I could move on with my life and not focus on that tragedy. So do you think I should say sorry? Do you think I will feel better? Will the nightmares stop if I just say those two little words to you? Will I be able to sleep through the night without reaching out for that familiar warmth? Do you think my baby will be able to forgive me? Do you?”

I slap him. How dare he, how fucking dare he ask me those questions. He can not disappear for a year and pop asking such heart wrenching questions, how can I respond to any of those? I push him away from me and manage to get to my feet. He is surprisingly quick and pins me against the door. Looming over me, he makes me feel so small. His hands are holding mine against the door but they slowly slide to my shoulders then to my neck and for a brief moment I think he is going to kill me. I see my life flash before my eyes and I find myself apologizing to Jiyong about all of this. But that stops when his hands continue to cup my cheeks.

He kisses me. It’s just a soft peck before he presses his lips to my fore head, his tears slide down his cheeks to land upon mine. “I’m so sorry my Baby, I’m sorry,” He cries softly. Tears are threatening to spill from my own eyes so I force myself to push him away and leave without giving him another chance to trap me. I fling myself into Jiho’s arms.

“Get me out of here!” I cry into his chest.

“What the hell happened in there?” Jiho wonders hauling me into his arms princess style.

“Xiumin was there,” I mumble into his chest.

Jiho freezes, “Did he say anything to you?”

I shake my head, “He just kept apologizing, he asked if I would forgive him but I didn’t even answer. I just pushed him away and ran. Now can we get out of here before anymore of them appear?”

He nods, “I can find away out.”


“Are you sure you are okay?” Jiho worries.

I nod, “I’m fine, thank you for staying for awhile, I’m completely calmed down. You can go back to your life, by that I obviously mean your bed.”

He chuckles and places a kiss on my forehead, “Have a good night, if you need anything, you know where to find me.” I nod and shoo him into the elevator. When he is gone I scan my eyes over the empty apartment and I find myself missing Jiyong. I also think about Xiumin, do you think I should say sorry? Do you think I will feel better? What a selfish man! Has he honestly not thought about how him saying this stuff will affect me? I just wanted closure not this, not a brand new mess I have to deal with. I want to yell at him , at all of them.

My phone buzzes on the couch and I rush to answer it, “Hello?”

“Hello my love,” Jiyong purrs into the phone.

I smile, “How are you?”

“I am horrible, I miss you. I’m tired of China already. I’m trying to come back as soon as possible.”

I chuckle, “And how is that working out for you?”

“Horribly, these men can’t even wipe their asses by themselves, how they managed to get this far in this world is beyond me,” He huffs cutely.

“I’m sorry to hear that you aren’t having any fun.”

“What about you? I heard you had an interesting night.”

I take a deep breath, “Xiumin kissed me.”

“WHAT?” He snarls into the phone.

“I pushed him away when it happened and stormed off. I’m so sorry.”

He is silent for a moment, “I’m not mad at you my love, it’s that bastard who dare touch you!”



“Could I look in their file?”

“You want to look into their file?”


Jiyong, as the boss of the Black dragons, has a massive amount of information about every group out there including EXO. He gathered all this information and neatly organized it into a filing cabinet hidden behind on of the panels in his office. He gives me free rain of his office and everything in it and I’ve never asked to look into anyone’s file but I feel like this isn’t our usual situation.

“Of course,” He insists. “You know you don’t have to ask for permission.”

“I know I just thought that you might feel different about this.”

He chuckles, “My love every man I have in those files is just a man, those men are just men, not competition, right?”

I nod, “Of course, you have me 100 percent.”

‘Good. I’ll be home soon, you feel free to look in those files as much as you would like. I trust you.”

“Thank you oppa, you sleep tight, I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I close my eyes and press the phone to my head for just a moment of piece before taking a deep breath and standing up. I shuffle down the hall to our shared office and straight up to the golden framed mirror near my desk. With my thumb I use the fingerprint scanner to open the secret file room door. The mirror goes into reveal a small room with floor to ceiling filing drawers. EXO isn’t hard to find considering they have their own corner, all the branches of their organization are in these drawers, all their higher ups, the middle men, the foot men, absolutely everything. I pop open the middle drawer and stare down the twelve folders. My brow wrinkles in confusion as I scan the labels, some familiar but other’s not so much.

Kim Minseok

Kim Junmyun

Kim Jongin

Kim Jongdae

Kim Yixing

Kim Yifan

Who the hell are these people? I rip out the first name I that sounds familiar, Kim Jongin. Inside is a picture of Kai glaring daggers back at me. Haneul’s voice rings in my ears, he tried to kill himself. Him and the other two younger boys, which means Sehun and Tao, oh my fucking god. I scramble to grab all twelve before rushing into the living room and throwing them all on the floor. I grab the bottle of soju from my desk, knowing I’m going to need something to give me the courage to do this.

After a few much needed shots I’m not shaking anymore, I can convince myself to grab the file that is on top that belongs to a Kim Minseok. I run over all their names in my head on who this could be, his picture isn’t in the front though, dozens of pictures of mutilated bodies fall on to the floor in front of me, revealing his bio in the back. But I could already guess who it is.

Kim Minseok a.k.a Xiumin

March 26th, 1990


Specialties: Information extraction, torture

I’ve seen some horrifying things this past year but this takes the cake, when I was living with them I knew he wasn’t someone you wanted to get on the bad side of but this is worse than I was imagining. I collect all the pictures together before closing it. This is the first file and I already know more about them than I wanted to. His picture is peeking out the top of his file, I can’t help but pluck it out when I see his cat like eyes staring at me.

“Daddy,” I mumble the word fondly as I stare down at his picture. My heart flutters for just a second before I remind myself that I’m done with him and the others. I need to make it clear for myself and for them.

And I know just the way to do it.

I hope this pulled at your heart strings because I plan on making the next one rip them out. Don’t worry though, no angst in my stories, well not really.

Xoxo Pretty Bird

I need some advice on something:

Hey guys, I really need some job advice here if that’s okay? My managers just went through my review with me, y'know, how I’ve been doing n stuff.

For reference, I am in retail, a small chain store in the U.K. For the most part, I do the job itself well, I’m always on time, organised, take on extra shifts if they’re going, willing to help, I’m nice to the customers, I’ve been improving my up selling as well, which was crap before…but my main problem is confidence.

I am a REALLY shy person, and it has affected me having/keeping jobs in the past.

For years, I’ve been trying to get that confidence in myself back, but I haven’t been the same since high school. I am nervous, anxious and terrified all the time. I cannot even have a casual conversation with coworkers. The only time I talk to them is when I ask for help with something.

I just want to be that outgoing kid that I was before high school broke me. I want to say that I’ve tried everything but it’s just…I don’t even know where to start??
“Fake it til you make it” hasn’t worked, the only time I can act like a “normal” confident person is when I drink, and obviously I can’t do that work.

They assured me that I’m a good employee and they’re not mad at me, it’s just that one thing. I have another review in 2 weeks and I’m worried that I won’t be up to their standard by that time.

I cannot lose this job, I’ve lost so many. This one I’m actually good at, it’s not my dream job, but it could help me get there. If I lose this, I might fall into another spiral of depression and feelings of worthlessness from which I might never get out of again. I feel like shit some days as it is.

Why can’t I just be a human being instead of a mess? What should I do??

Sorry for that whole sob story bit, I’m just very worried. Any advice or tips would be greatly appreciated. Thank you if you’ve read this far, this is one of my favourite blogs on tumblr! 💓

ivywolf777  asked:

Ivy: *cooking something*....ok Velvet is almost done...go get the "spices".... Velvet:.......... ((Should I be sorry- XDDD

Spice: do you need a little bit of me in you’re life m’dear? -sly grin then winks-

Chapter 2: Birthday Surprises

(I adopted @peetaspikelets story. This is the second chapter. Have no beta ~ I’ve tried hard to keep it mistake free but i do miss things! I’m about to post the third chapter on a03. I should probably include this is M rated !sorry for the spoiler! Hope you enjoy this! :D )


She doesn’t quite remember how they go here. The last things she recalls is their fingers touching as she got him to fill out his forms, then running and cupping his knee in her hand. She remembers feeling light headed and giddy. His skin was warm and smooth in her hands.

Now they are in her apartment on the couch and she’s in his lap humping him like she’s sixteen all over again. It feels as exciting as back then. She doesn’t know what’s gotten into her. It’s like she drunk and her inhibitions are just gone. Both of his hands are under her shirt. One is squeezing her waist while the other kneads her love handles, which seem to mesmerise him. Her hands are snaked under his polo and she feels his glorious sculpted chest with her fingers. She feels like a teenager all over again.

She wants to tell him how good he feels but it’s like a cat got her tongue. Her hope it that she can show him latter.

“Katniss,” he breathes against her ear. His lips brush against her ear and she purrs in response.

“We should slow down.” He looks at her sheepishly.

“Don’t you want me?”

Keep reading

Dagger (part 2)

AU: Mafia

POV: Reader

Rating: PG-13 (For the violence and occasional language)

Pairings: A wee bit of Reader X Seungri, and that subtle GDYB.

Summary: As the sister of the leader of the most dangerous gang in Seoul, you’ve done a pretty amazing job at maintaining a low profile, and not letting anyone know what family you belong to. Your life is normal, despite your brother’s intimidating, yet respected, image. But what the people don’t know, is that you’re Big Bang’s secret weapon, their Trump Card.

Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4(end)

“It was about you. He thinks this is too dangerous for you. He asked me to tell you to quit.”

Someone hit me with a bag full of bricks.

No, I thought, that would hurt less.

If I had been told Jiyong and Youngbae were about to get married, adopt three children and name them after different types of pasta, that would be more believable. “I have been with you people since before I could even say my own name. It’s where I belong, oppa. I don’t do anything else. I don’t want to do anything else.” I said, coming to a standstill.

“You need to understand, y/n, none of us wanted this life thrust upon you. All we want to do is keep you safe. And what we do, it is as far from safe as is possible to be. If anything were to happen to you, do you think I would be able to live with myself, knowing that it was all because of me? That it was my fault I could not protect my own baby sister? Even after I was warned so many times, even when I almost saw you die today?”

I could understand. I did understand. But he had to understand I had a choice too. For eighteen years this man had worked tooth and nail, not being able to afford three square meals for himself, but making sure I never went to bed hungry. I was his responsibility. And now that I could, I wanted to repay him. Even if it was with my life. I wanted to watch his back, make sure he returned home every night, and bury anyone who dared to ruin what he created with his blood and sweat.

“Do I not get a say in my own life then? I need to make decisions on my own now. I’m not your six year old in pigtails anymore. Why can’t you see that?” I really did not mean to yell, or sound ungrateful, but that, somehow, was how things turned out.

“I suppose I should. I’m sorry for trying to do the right thing. I’m sorry for trying to protect you.” The pain in his eyes killed me over and over again. He just walked on, without a word, crestfallen.

I wanted to go after him, but something held me back. It took some time to register it was not my feelings, but was indeed a person, holding my arm.

“What the hell? Let go of me.”

The person, who was being referred to as ‘perv’ inside my head, showed no intentions of doing that.

“Right. Now. While I’m still asking nicely.”

“Well I’ll treat you right, love.” He sounded positively drunk. His breath only confirmed the same. “Don’t bother running after that coward of a man anymore, who doesn’t even know what he’s leaving behind. I know what girls like you want. And I’ll make sure you get what you des-” He was cut off by a punch landing square on his nose, causing blood to drip down.

Pulling me behind him, Jiyong growled, “If you so much as breathe within a thousand miles of my sister again, I will slice you into so many pieces, they will have a lot of trouble burying your useless ass.

“Think you’re so tough, huh?” The guy said, wiping the last of blood from his face, visibly offended. “Hey guys, I think we need to teach this stiff douchebag and his little bitch here some really solid lessons.”

“I’m going to do you a favour and tell you to back the fuck off before you and your peasants have to be scraped off the floor in the aftermath.”

“You son of a bitch-” He cursed and tried to punch Jiyong, who stealthily dodged it, caught a hold of the guy’s hand, stretched it out, so they looked more like a couple doing salsa than two extremely angsty dudes fighting for dominance, and used his elbow to hit the back of the perv’s head repeatedly.

Meanwhile two men, presumably the ‘guys’ ganged up on me, as I backed away from Jiyong. “Well this is hardly fair gentlemen.” I said, sarcastically. “An exhausted girl who is not in the mood for your bullshit, versus two scrawny rodents hell-bent upon making her loose her temper. The odds seem a bit off to me.”

“Shut up, bitch. You’re only making it more difficult for you.” One of them said as both the men lunged at me at the same time.

Ducking out from their reach, I grabbed both their wrists in the process, and exactly as Daesung had taught, turned suddenly, jerking their arms, then folded them against their backs, inviting gasps of pains from both.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit” I say as I kick the first one from behind, then the next making them fall on their knees. Before they had the time to comprehend what their free hands were going to do, I elbowed one of them from the back, with enough force to knock him unconscious, strong enough to send jitters up my arm, and then kicked the other one to the floor and again knocked the living daylights out of him; with the heel of my foot, gently caressing his face.

When I turned around Jiyong was already done with the guy who was bundled up on the ground still mumbling curses at both of us. He still looked extremely hurt from our argument earlier, and something in me broke.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, as tears began to well up in my eyes. “All you’ve ever done is risk your own life to keep me safe, and I am so, so grateful for that. I wanted to be with you guys, not for adrenaline kicks to fulfill my wild teenage fantasies of punching assholes into the sunset, but so I could maybe try to do the same for you, as you have done for me. Watch your back, make sure you don’t die doing something stupid like taunting people with grenade launchers aimed at you, maybe also make sure you came back every day. Take care of you, in the only way that I know.”

Jiyong simply walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my whimpering body. In an instant I did the same, as if clinging onto him for dear life. As my head rested on his shoulder, his hands gently played with my hair. There was a comfortable silence, interrupted only when we heard one of the guys that I had knocked down slowly come to his senses. We ran then. Not because we couldn’t take them in a fight again, hell, we would still emerge victorious if they called in multiple reinforcements. But, because none of us wanted to ruin the effects of the moment that had just passed.

As we came to a stop in front of our house, out of breath and pumped on adrenaline, one of the guards opened the door before we even reached in and both of us bowed to thank him. I was about to make my way up the stairs when Jiyong half whispered half yelled, “Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Puzzled, I turned around to see him; he looked like he had committed the most heinous crime in the history of heinous crimes, and was severely regretting it. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”

“I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. That filthy guy and his minions could’ve done anything to you, and again, it would have been my fault. I’m so so sorry, y/n, I promise, I’ll never leave you alone like that again. Never.”

It was my turn to initiate The Hug, and so I did.

“It was mostly my fault, you know. I should have caught up to you. If not that, then at least I should have been the one to punch his nose off his face. I should’ve done something, but I dint. Let’s call it even.”

“You know,” He said, tightening his hold on me, “When I say ‘never’ I also mean the times when I’m out kicking ass. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

“So, I’m not being shoved out of your super cool ninja clan then, G Dragon-sama?”

He just laughed and breathed a light no somewhere in between. “Now go to bed, Naruto, you have school tomorrow.”



The next day Jiyong and Youngbae had a very heated discussion about me and what’s best for me and eventually, both of them decided it was best indeed, that I do stay with them, lest I shall be harmed in their prolonged periods of absence.

While they were in there, discussing my future, I was in the kitchen, making a very healthy double cheese chicken lasagna for my hungry self. As I was too busy drooling over the cheese that was bubbling in the oven, my surroundings became void and all that mattered anymore was the wall of time that stood between the food and my esophagus.

Out of nowhere, two fingers pressed down on either side of my waist, making me jump up in surprise. What was more embarrassing was the inhuman sound I made in the said process. Taking the first thing I found on the shelf I turned towards the attacker in a poise of self-defence.

“Whoa, y/n, you’re going to decapitate someone with that lethal spatula, girl.”

“Seungri? Dude, I would actually have decapitated you. Don’t sneak up on me like that. I have killer reflexes, you know.” I smirk.

“I’d love to put that to test someday. Let’s see, next weekend? My place?”

“Did you think that was smooth, Lee Seunghyun?”

“Is that a no?”

“Do you like lasagna?”


“Yes. It’s a yes. Now, would you like to have lasagna? It’s almost done.” Talking about relationship stuff made me uncomfortable, and so, in the worst, most weird way that I could, I changed the topic.

“Some other time, princess. I need to go meet your brother first.”

“Cool. More for me then.” Princess? What?

“Watch the calories though.”

“Watch the calories though.” I mimic in a mocking tone as he smirks and walks away.

What a beautiful pain in the ass.

By the time the guys were done, it was evening already, and I did not realize that I had fallen asleep on the kitchen counter. Only managing to eat half the lasagna before my screwed up sleep schedule demanded to be acknowledged.

I woke up to the sound of Jiyong munching down the lasagna, sitting across from me on the counter.

“So Seungri asked you out?” He said, when he realized I had woken up.

“What? How do you know?”

“He called me this morning to ‘confess’ his weird feelings for you. He dint want to do it behind my back.”

“And you agreed?” I ask, visibly taken aback.

“Well, might as well. He knows what’s going to happen if he fucks it up.”

I snorted, and took a bite out of the lasagna as well.

“How did you make this?” He asked, making a disgusted face, “It tastes like damp socks.”

“It definitely does not. It’s better than what that good for nothing girlfriend of yours used to make.”

“Oh but she was good for something…” He says looking up at the ceiling, as if he was nostalgic. A smug smile on his face.

“You’re disgusting Kwon Jiyong.” I say, hitting his shoulder lightly. “Also, let me sleep. Go away.  Shoo. Do whatever deep dark stuff you do locked away in your deep dark room.”

“No, y/n, listen to me. This is important. It’s about that gang that’s after us.” He said, in a serious tone, which indicated we were down to business. “They’re called ‘death stroke’. Almost ten years ago, they were our biggest rivals, when dad’s company was about to go bankrupt and I had just ascended in his place. But, we beat him. After which they went underground. Now, I believe it was because they could not bear being defeated by a sexy eighteen year old, but according to Seunghyun hyung they were just ‘laying low’. Now that they believe it is us who screwed them over, their leader is blinded by revenge to extract vengeance from my majestic self. Even if we tell him it wasn’t us, he won’t believe it because, despite what TOP hyung says, he hates my guts. Now we’ve got to be careful, because who knows how many upgrades he has gone through over the years.”

“Upgrades? Oppa, this isn’t a video game villain.”

“Sister, he is called Midnight.”

“Ok first of all, I want that title. Second, why was this guy such a big rival of dad’s company?”

“Because apparently he had some beef with dad. He’s the reason the company fell in the first place.”

“Then let’s kill this bitch.”

Over the years, I always wanted to know why such a big company had reached such a low within almost no time. Who was the catalyst that favoured this downfall? I never asked my brother, because I was afraid he’d blame himself for it. But now that the son of a bitch had a face, and not to mention a cool ‘stage name’ that I required, I wanted nothing more than to paint his walls in deep, permanent red.

Over the course of the next few days, the guys all did their digging on this ‘Midnight’ and his ‘death stroke’, while I doodled in the back of my notebooks because whatever the teachers were saying in classes, was either never going to help me, or was just plain boring. As it is I was able to maintain good grades and an average image in class, so I could afford to doodle. I had earned the right to doodle. And so, I shamelessly doodled.

Fridays were the worst. Teachers gave extra homework, we had PE as the last period, and the instructor loathed my mere existence. Also, you never knew when the principle would come over and hand you more things to do, because of which, more often than not, we had to stay back after school hours.

This time, we were supposed to make paper cut outs for the first graders’ classrooms because they had a ‘Bring your mother to school’ day. I always hated these days, and anything to do with them.

“Never have I ever seen someone cut up golden stars with that much hatred in their eyes. You ok y/n?” My best friend asked me.

“Yeah well, when you have been personally victimized by your PE Instructor and then have a ‘decorate-a-classroom-for-mothers’ shoved in your face like a big ‘fuck you, you motherless git’, it sort of sucks the fun out of your peachy day.”

“Whoa slow down there sunshine. Here, have some chocolate.” She said, handing me a Hershey’s Kiss.

“Never leave me girl. What would I do without you?”

“Curl up in the fetal position and sob endlessly.” She said indifferently, as she pulled out a chocolate for her own self and ate it.

We finished the work sooner than I expected.

“A hundred starts and a double hundred chocolates later, the salty bitches finally emerge victorious!” I say, stretching my arms and got up.

“Speak for yourself, Cinderella. I happen to be a sweeter bitch.”

Both of us made out way out. Glad, the headache assigned to us was over. There were people in the class who looked at us with envy, and that made leaving even more satisfying.

We were out the school’s gate when it suddenly struck me, “Oh! I almost forgot, Seungri asked me out.”

“WHAT!! And I’m hearing about this NOW?! I feel betrayed. Did you find someone else to tell this to? *gasp* Are you CHEATING ON ME?”

“Calm down, you’re going to go into cardiac arrest. Who else would accept this eternal void of darkness except for you? I’ll tell you about it later, I want to go home right now, and sleep in a tub and hopefully drown in there for a couple of days.”

“Gimme a call when you come back from the dead, or if you die for good, ask Jiyong oppa to do it. We’ll support each other through the tough time. Then get married and name our firstborn after you.”

“Gross. Officially too gross. Oh the mental image. That’s it I’ve been scarred for life. I’m going to leave and pretend this never happened.” With that I turned, and walked away, already dreaming about essential oils soaking away all the torture I valiantly withstood today. And honestly, my body ached from head to toe, fingers about to spasm because of constant use of scissors, legs screaming out in protest, my eyes watering from the dire need for sleep. I was literally a wreck.

The sky was a dull yellow grey, clouds gradually blanketing all the blue and the setting sun not making any attempts to put up a fight either. There was a cool wind sweeping the streets, and weather like this meant a storm was on its way. A gentle breeze hit me, making me uneasy to the core. Ever since I was a little girl, I had noticed, on days like this, something always went wrong. And somewhere inside, that little girl wanted nothing more than to go cuddle up inside Jiyong’s blankets, because she was scared to be left alone.

Without second thoughts, I broke into a run as soon as I saw my house up ahead. I desperately wanted to get away from the rumbling clouds, slowly setting the stage for something more terrible to take over.

As soon I made it through the door, I took out my phone and called my brother.


“Oppa?” I gasped, too tired to hide the nervousness in my voice, still breathless from the unnecessary running.

“Oppa where-” I was cut off as a large hand blocked my mouth. I wanted to retaliate, to protest, but my body refused to respond. Someone hit me on the back of my head, and I fell, barely conscious. I could feel hot blood drip down my head, as I made out a figure bending down to pick up my phone.

“G-Dragon, It’s been a while. I hope you haven’t forgotten me? Not that it matters right now. You see, I have something you want, and you have something I want. What do you say we discuss it over tea sometime? If not, then forget about seeing this little cheesecake again. I can’t say would mind that. I can imagine a few things I could do with her. When you make up your mind, call me on this number.”

If Jiyong argued, threatened or even yelled at the man, I couldn’t make out. I knew I had to do something to save myself, and I had to do it fast.

I tried to get up from the floor, but my arms betrayed me. And I fell with a thud that bounced off the walls and drew all the attention towards me.

“Knock that bitch out for the love of God. And put her in the car.”

The last thing I heard was Jiyong’s muffled cry, seethed with pain and anger, then it all went dark.

anonymous asked:

Hey, Papyrus... I'm REALLY crushed right now as I got a hate comment on a video I made... what's even worse is that the hate comment is from someone I watch on a daily basis... hell, I deleted it because of this and I even cried 3 times today.... what should I do? Sorry for wasting your time... I hope you get into the Royal Guard though...





anonymous asked:

Hey so. My friend and I were dating (we're both girls) but she recently broke up with me, saying she had been 'experimenting' She has a brand-new boyfriend, and wants me to hang out with her and her new friends, but it makes me uncomfortable. I've known her for a long time, and she is pretty much my only friend. It has been a relationship where she leaves then comes back, and I'm done with it. I can't bring myself to be happy for her, and I know it's my fault. What should I do? (Sorry)

it is time to find new friends!! (i suggest an lgbt+ alliance or similar club??). yeah, clearly that’s a ‘convenience’ friend and you deserve so much better. ik it’ll be har dto start fresh, but trust me when i say it’s gonna be worth it. rooting for you!!


anonymous asked:

I love the Titan trio dearly, but whenever I reblog stuff about them, my followers would send hate. What should I do?

Sorry for not getting to your guys’ asks lately but this one really got to me.

I don’t understand why anyone would send you hate just because you like the antagonists in a series where the author himself stated “there’s no good or bad side”. If anything, it seems like your followers are extremely immature, both because they can’t grasp such a simple concept and because they have the nerve to attack you for that.

Like whomever you want and post whatever you want. If your followers don’t like it, the way to avoid it is simple.

anonymous asked:

My console has been broken since Orisa launched, What should I do?

sorry to hear anon

not a lot you can do really.. you would either need to get a new console or get it on pc unfortunately

Childish - Joker X Reader imagine

“If your still taking requests can you do an imagine were the joker is just acting like a child because one of his missions failed, so the reader tries to cheer him up and the reader says “I’m practically dating a child.“

A/N: Thank you for your request love! It’s a bit short, but i hope you like it anyway <3

Word count: 654


Ever since the mission failed J had been acting weird and I was getting a little tired of it. I loved him but god he could be so childish sometimes and I would always have to cheer him up in some kind of way.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Sabrina, sorry to bother you. This is really random but I wanted to ask for some college advice. I'm just starting orientation and I'm having a really hard time making friends bc im introverted and have anxiety issues. It's making me feel really shitty about myself bc some of the girls I've encountered have been really snooty to me and I feel like I don't fit in at all. What should I do? Sorry to sound naggy and desperate

You don’t sound naggy and desperate at all! Starting college can be a reall stressful experience, even for people who don’t have anxiety issues. First of all, fuck those girls you’ve encountered. If they are going to be snooty to you upon just meeting you, they aren’t the kind of people you want to fit in with anyway. Don’t feel obligated to spend time with people you dislike. Don’t worry if you don’t get along with people right away. When you start classes and get into the swing of things, you will have so many opportunities to meet likeminded people. Second, I think it’s all about finding ways to manage your anxiety rather than repress it. Try setting yourself a small goal every day. For example: day one, you hold a conversation one person during orientation. Day two, you participate/speak up during class or an activity, etc etc. You can even repeat days if you want. It’s about building comfort with yourself, with other people, and the situation. Third, take time for yourself. Find something that makes you happy and comfortable and set aside time to do it. Even taking a few hours to yourself to read or paint or take an aerobics class is a good thing. It gives you time to recharge and also something to connect with other people with.

I hope any of this helped at all, and I wish you luck <333

anonymous asked:

Can you give me some advice? I recently started making gifs, and I really want to post them, but I'm such a chicken, I already have 13 gifsets in my drafts, and I'm scared that nobody will like them, so I don't post them. I have about 5 followers, what if no one sees them? I want to share them with everyone, but if no one sees them, what's the point? What should I do? Sorry for bothering you with my whining 🙁

Hey there, lovely Anon! I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you. 

First of all, you won’t ever bother me! And also, congratulations! I’m glad you decided to start making gifs! 

Second of all, you shouldn’t worry too much about not having followers or nobody seeing your sets. We’ve all been there, and the only way to get people to see and like what you do is to actually put it out there. The more you post, the more people will see what you do and get the chance to follow you and share your work.

It’s been ages, but I’m pretty sure I had close to zero followers when I first started posting, and it didn’t really matter. The key is to tag your posts properly. Remember that the first five tags that you write are the ones that count, so make sure that you’re including the tags that will ensure your post reaches your, let’s say, “target audience”. It’s a snowball process from there. If people start seeing your url on a tag they track, then they’re likely to follow you and reblog your content and thus your content will reach other people as well, who might in turn end up following you.

Regardless of how many people like or reblog your posts, I think the most important thing about giffing is A) having fun and B) making some kind of contribution to the fandom. I’ve been giffing for years now, and I still don’t know what makes a post of mine popular while others hardly reach the 100 notes. But I’m still having fun!

So, my piece of advice? Go ahead and start posting! I can’t wait to see what you’ve made!

anonymous asked:

So should I unfollow him? There this person who will not be named that reblogs about punching (you know what) and finding cringeworthy art of cartoon characters punching (you know what ) I want to tell him that doesn't work but if I did that he might call me a nazi or worse it's too bad his art is good so what should I do? Sorry for the long post

Do you like them otherwise? It’s okay to disagree about stuff sometimes. If it’s getting annoying you could talk to them, but it’s really up to you.

anonymous asked:

idrk who to talk to about this so hey bro, ive been looking into judaism for a while now and i honestly wanna convert but theres been so much shit going on lately, with neo nazis and likes of that, and my parents are christians tho not super invested in their faith but theyre pretty anti-semitic. what should i do? (sorry if my english is bad btw)

depending on how old you are, if you only have a year or two till you leave the house, wait it out until you’re outta there and then begin converting without their knowledge if you think they’d try to stop you. if you’re a little bit younger, maybe a sophomore or younger, try to feel out just how willing they would be to let you try to attend services would be my advice. if they’re truly anti-semetic you wont want to tell them you want to convert, that would mean bad things for you most likely. converting takes a long time so you most likely would want to wait till after college to begin the process, since im p sure its time consuming, but most temples i think will allow newcomers without temple memberships to come to services even if theyre not jewish, especially if you explain your situation.

keep in mind i am not a convert and have been brought up ion the jewish faith so what i say should be taken with a grain of salt, these are what i would logically do for myself in this situation and what i think others have done. however, you may want to talk to another convert blog on here. 

anonymous asked:

You reblogged a post about TERFs not belonging in spaces which is good! True! TERFs are horrible! But the OP (stig//mat//ic) is an exclusionist aphobe idk if you take down stuff posted by people like that but I just thought you should know sorry

I absolutely do! I deleted all posts with them. Thank you! :) 

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