still need someone to help me though

“I need you” Sentence Starters

aka my life and yours are two parts of a whole

  • “I can’t do this without you.”
  • “Don’t let go of my hand through this, please.”
  • “If you walk away everything will fall apart.”
  • “All I want is your lips against mine right now.”
  • “It wasn’t just a one off for me; it was me hoping you’d see the connection.”
  • “We’ve been through everything else together.  This is no different.”
  • “You’re my other half.”
  • “There’s no one else I’d rather have with me than you.”
  • “You need to help me, I can’t do this alone.”
  • “I’ve never felt alone since you came into my life.”
  • “What am I supposed to do if you walk away?”
  • “This distance is killing me.”
  • “Don’t let this distance tear us apart.”
  • “I need you as much as you need me.”
  • “Letting go was never an option.”
  • “All the time did was make me realize that you’re supposed to be with me.”
  • “I’ve made so many mistakes, but you’re not one of them.”
  • “I need you to help me reach the top shelf.”
  • “Two people aren’t this made for each other so easily.”
  • “You’re worth any fight.”
  • “I’m crying on the floor and nothing’s right, but I know you can make this better.”
  • “I’m way too drunk to be driving, so I was gonna walk home– stay on the phone with me, okay?”
  • “There’s this couple’s contest, and I know we’re not dating, but the grand prize is this big ass load of food– help me.”
  • It doesn’t matter if you need me; you broke everything.”
  • “Everything’s really shitty right now.  So how about you get in this car with me and we drive to wherever for however long?”
  • “I’ll go if you go.”
  • “I’ll only do this if you help me.”
  • “I can’t depend on anyone else, just you.”
  • “Thank you for always being here for me.”
  • “You could call be at any time and I’d drop anything if you needed me.”
  • “All you have to do is show me that you feel the same.”
  • “I know that I need you, but sometimes the feeling doesn’t seem reciprocated.”
  • “I’m pathetic, because I go to you for everything, but you’d pick someone over me any day.”
  • “Can you give me a ride?”
  • “I didn’t tell anyone else I was leaving… You deserved to know though.”
  • “I’ll still be here when you get back.”
  • “Isn’t in terrifying that we both couldn’t go without the other?”
  • “This ring proves that I’m always here for you.”
  • “Come here, let me give you a hug.”
  • “My date stood me up, can you come with me to egg his/her car?”
  • “My date stood me up, can you come pick me up?”
  • “The lights don’t shine as bright when you’re not here.”
  • “I can’t deal with us drifting apart anymore.”
  • “I feel like I’m gripping with all my might and you’re not even lifting a finger.”
  • “My friend locked me outside naked.  Help.”
  • “My friend needs to see I’m dating someone so they’ll stop including me in blind dates–yes, I know we’re not dating, but still.”
  • “I don’t call you my partner in crime for no reason.”
  • “Can you come over so I don’t feel so alone anymore?”
  • “You ran to get here this quickly?!”
  • “I need you.”

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How yoi plays with sports story scheme

I was wondering recently why Yuri on Ice seemed to be so different and fresh to me and why so many people get so emotionally engaged with it. There is definitely a nice animation and great characters and representation and such a beautiful love story but I felt like there was something in the narration layer that I couldn’t name until I compared yoi storyline to the most common schemes.

When you look at most of the pop cultural stories, especially those where main plot focuses on sport, you’ll see that there is that one scheme they all follow - you have a hero who has talent but lacks something (like a good mentor or hard work or confidence), he finds a motivation to win (it may be anything from parent’s death to wish to impress a girl) and he finds a dedicated coach, he trains, he loses, he learns something about himself, he wins, he gets an award. This is the basic way of constructing such stories and it’s catchy because we all want to believe that we are able to fight our weaknesses and win by ourselves. You may modify this scheme to a large extent but the main core will always be a single hero who needs to grow in order to win and actually I think that this scheme is present in Yuri on Ice but in Yurio’s not Yuuri’s story. Yurio has talent, lacks hard work and needs to learn something about himself, his skate-off with Yuuri gives him a motivation to win, he trains hard, he loses, he grows, he wins. This doesn’t make his story or his character less interesting but I wanted to give you an example of what am I talking about so I could compare it to Yuuri’s story.

So now, where is Yuuri’s plot different you could say. Well, in a way you could find all those elements in Yuuri’s story too but his development is where it all turns to be innovative. You see in the basic scheme the hero needs to learn to win by himself while Yuuri has got to that point a long time ago. He had all of that: his motivation, his hard work, most of his abilities, his own strength before he met Victor. He was fighting by himself for five years before and even if his anxiety makes him look like a weak loser it is obvious he is already beyond that “learning about myself” phase. Even this confidence Victor helps him to find he already had just hidden. Yuuri knows his emotions and some of his strengths and most of the weak points himself and either he wins or loses those minor competitions it doesn’t change him too deeply. But what Victor gives him is the belief that he doesn’t have to fight by himself anymore. Not in a “you can learn from other people” or “teamwork is important” kind of way (’cause they are still used in most of the stories) but in acknowledging that you may become better if you let someone close to you (this lesson applies to Victor to btw but he is not the main hero so I’ll skip this part). 

I won’t say this reverses the scheme completely as this is still some kind of personal development that helps to win (though the fact that Yuuri does not finally win is interesting by itself) but it definitely changes the subtext of the whole story.  We like stories about heroes fighting by themselves because we often struggle with our problems alone and we need to believe me can do it. But Yuri on Ice gives us the idea that thought you are strong enough to fight maybe you don’t have to fight alone at all. I guess this is why it has such a great emotional impact because in a world that tells you all the time that it’s only for you to win the story of someone who still needed help even if he already was strong and beautiful is really hopeful, positive and in a way more realistic then the basic “hero can only win by himself” scheme. 

There is also the whole layer of how Victor doesn’t fit to the standard portrayal of a mentor figure but I think this is quite easy to spot and maybe let’s not make this longer than it has to be but the last quick reflection I had is that the most common way of portraying romantic relationships in the sports stories is either when the hero needs to sacrifice his relationship in order to focus (which is the trope I personally hate) or when he wins the attention of his love interest by winning the final competition (so the love is somehow a reward then). What is great in Yuuri and Victor’s relationship is how Yuuri doesn’t have to win to prove his worth to Victor. Almost from the beginning, Victor knows Yuuri’s flaws and he falls for him anyway. So Yuuri is not only given support that helps him to become better but also he doesn’t need to earn that support. Which I think again is quite moving because everyone dreams of this kind of relationship. We are all scared that we are not good enough to let someone help us in the first place and this is where yoi tells us it doesn’t have to be this way.

I’m sure there are much more tropes that are reversed in yoi and there is the whole narration layer that is also quite original but as storytelling is what I have the most experience with I decided to focus on this aspect only. And I may be wrong I just like to find and discuss narration schemes so please argue if you disagree but I love the fact that even when yoi takes those basic narration schemes it uses it to send a very positive message across and for me it could be a reason why there is such an enthusiastic fandom around it - because this anime exchanges the story of fighting alone for a story about growing in a relationship though it does not change a sports story for a cheaply romantic one.

I don’t know why people hate writing or have such a hard time doing it. I guess they’re not as inspired as I am when I think of you. Which is weird considering all I have to write about is the past. Past stories, past heartache, how everything we ever had and ever will have is in the past. That is a scary, earth shattering, heart-wrenching thought. That every memory I have of you are the only ones I will ever have. Except, if maybe, I am fortunate enough to ever run into you one day. It will be awkward and uncomfortable, but at least I’ll get to look at those blue eyes one more time. 
I’ve spent the last few months convincing myself that we weren’t a “right person, wrong time” situation. You were exactly what I needed at that point in my life. You helped me through some of my darkest, most dramatic moments. Even though I wish you were still around to help me fight my demons, I wouldn’t have won those battles without you by my side. 
I guess I still struggle with getting over you because it came down to me not being good enough. And that is a hard thing to cope with no matter who it comes from. But it is very hard to hear it from someone you love, someone you’re in love with. And no, you didn’t flat out say it, you didn’t have to, I could just tell
on self-diagnosing

when i was about 14, i went to a mental health service and was diagnosed with major depression and generalized anxiety disorder. i got put on antidepressants that didn’t work and went to a few therapists that didn’t help me. my parents wasted hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars getting me treated for disorders that were not my true problem.

when i was 21, i went through the hardest break-up of my life. i went to a counselor who didn’t diagnose me at all - she talked to me like she didn’t care what my mental health issues were and that’s when i realized it doesn’t matter what your diagnosis is, as long as you’re getting treated for the problems that lie in front of you.

last year, when i was 21/22, i experienced a few bpd episodes. on new years, i got someone i was barely friends with to drive me over 30 minutes to my ex’s house to punch him in the face over something stupid. i couldn’t believe how manic it made me feel - i felt totally on top of the world. until the next day where the guilt swallowed me alive and i was stuck in yet another bout of depression. a couple months later, i found myself breaking down in the college stairwell over drama with another boy, calling my parents and telling them i was going to kill myself after he blocked me. they had to come pick me up because they didn’t think i would be okay if i drove.

i didn’t understand what was up with these symptoms. why did all of my depression stem from my relationships? why did i want to fling myself off of a bridge after the smallest disagreement? i was more than depressed - i was angry. i was so, so angry. for as long as i can remember, i’d cycle through the worst emotions followed by mania followed by the worst emotions. but it happened so fast, i could barely remember it by the time i got a chance to tell anyone.

i got back into therapy, into medication. i got put on a different antidepressant. i told my doctor, “you don’t understand. i have bouts of anger. do you have anything for that?” she prescribed me an anxiety medication for panic attacks.

the point is doctors do what they can to treat you. they don’t know what is going to help. they’re stumbling around blindly until they find something that works. they don’t truly know what’s going on in your head. they try to diagnose you on your first appointment at a mental health service and if you don’t portray all of your symptoms perfectly, you WILL get an incorrect diagnosis.

i never did my own research. i fed into the lie that psychiatrists/psychologists will do anything in their power to give you a correct diagnosis. i never self-diagnosed until i heard about bpd. luckily, i was already going to a psychiatrist when i heard about it, so i brought it up to him. he said, “huh, yeah, you’re probably right. that does sound like your symptoms” and prescribed me an anti-psychotic. still no diagnosis.

let me reiterate: i could have been getting the help i needed for YEARS, and i didn’t, because though i went through quite a few therapists and psychiatrists, none of them could figure out my diagnosis. it took the couple of “bpd freak-outs” i had for someone to take me seriously. for someone to finally say, “you have a lot of bipolar symptoms…” still not the right diagnosis, but it was getting closer, at least. if i didn’t have those freak-outs, i can guarantee you i still wouldn’t even have a “huh, yeah.” because in the world of psychiatrists (and a lot of times people who are anti self-diagnosis), your symptoms don’t matter until you have the worst possible symptoms, until your symptoms are outward, and that’s unfair and ridiculous.

so this is where the line gets blurred. to those who are anti self-diagnosis: am i allowed to say i have bpd because my psychiatrist told me i did but didn’t officially diagnose me? i ultimately stopped going to a psychiatrist and therapy because i spent another thousand dollars (out of my own pocket this time) to diagnose myself and i didn’t agree with the medication i was on. should i go back for one appointment just to satisfy your need for me to be officially diagnosed?

thinking back on the counselor i had when i was 21, i realized that the diagnosis doesn’t matter. but nobody takes you seriously unless you have a diagnosis and this is what’s wrong, not the fact that people self-diagnose. maybe if people took the symptoms seriously, people wouldn’t find the need to self-diagnose. maybe if mental illness wasn’t this exclusive club, people would feel more comfortable talking about their symptoms, even if they’re less drastic than yours are.

the point is this: somebody self-diagnosing doesn’t affect you. the only reason people knock people for self-diagnosing is because they want to feel powerful and elite. congratulations - you have an official diagnosis. i have three if you count adhd. but my most important number four diagnosis is being left untreated and tumblr has helped me get though a lot of my bpd-related issues and to that, i am thankful. because the resources are always going to be more important than the diagnosis and i am happy that those who self-diagnose are getting the resources they need.

8

LOIS:  Look, Clark, I know that I got a little thorny when you raised the red flag on A.C.
CLARK:  I was just trying to look out for you.
LOIS:  And I appreciate it.  I’ve just never had someone to help guide me through the shark-infested ocean of romance. … Not that I can’t fend for myself.
CLARK:  You know, I think I was wrong about our friend A.C.

I'm With you (Namjoon x Reader)

Genre : bit of angsts and fluff Summary : you’re best friends with Kim Namjoon for years and you have a crush on him all this time. The so much times you spend with Jungkook makes him jealous and unexpectedly confesses to you. Warning : a bit of cursing and smut…??? Hey guys. This is my first time posting fanfic in tumblr. Please give some love!! ❤❤ ************************

“Oppa, I’m going to grab some coffee, do you want some?” you asked Namjoon as you entered his studio, a coat and a wallet are ready in your hand.

Namjoon turned to face you on his seat and said, “I think so. You’re going by yourself?” he furrowed his brows.

“Of course. You want the usual?”

“Y/N it’s already 9 pm. Ask someone to go there with you. I want to go with you but I have so many ideas going inside my head and need to write it down to finish this song, if I get out of this room they will poof right away.”

“Poof right away?” you chuckled. “Your choice of words are sometimes interesting. But seriously though, I always go by myself, you just don’t know. I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He thought about it for a few seconds before he said, “Okay, but call me when you get there.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oppa, the coffee shop is literally just a few blocks from here, why–” you stopped talking when you saw him glare at you which meant it wasn’t up for a negotiation. You sighed, “Okay okay.. I’ll buy you the usual, okay? 갈게 (I’m going)”

“잠깐만! (Wait!)” he suddenly said, rushing to the sofa where his coat was placed and took a thick scarf before walking to you. “Here, wear this. It’s really cold outside, I don’t want you to get sick.” he said as he put his scarf around your neck.

You were a bit flushed when he did it, an effect you always get when he was really close to you, also another effect of you liking Namjoon so much, not just as friends.
“아 맞다, 고마워요. 난 진짜 갈게 지금. (Ah right, thank you. I’m really going now.)” You said to him without meeting his eyes because after that Namjoon said, “응 내 동생이 (Yes my little sister).”

That’s right, you’re always gonna be his little sister. You’re always gonne be his bestfriend. Even when you wanted to be more with him.

*****

“Oppa, I really have to go now. 약속 있어요 (I have a promise/appointment).” You said to him a few days later when you were in his studio.

“Oh you have an appointment? You get another composing job?” he asked without getting his eyes off of his computer.

“It’s not like that. I promised someone to go watch a movie together.”

He stopped for a second before facing you. “그래? 누구랑? (Really? With who?)”

You were just about to tell him it was none of his business when the person you have a promise with burst in into the studio.

“형! (Hyung!) I’m sorry to disturb both of your time on writing music but Y/N have promised to go watch a movie together with me weeks before you even get this task. I’m borrowing your bestfriend for the night okay hyung?” Jungkook chuckled.

“It’s Jungkook-ah? You’re going with Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon asked you, ignoring Jungkook who was still waiting by the door.

“So…?” you furrowed your brows.

“So… You didn’t tell me? He said you made the promise weeks ago.”

“Hyung, she’s the same age as me. Don’t worry I’ll take care of her. She doesn’t need your permission first, right Y/N?” Jungkook said to Namjoon in a teasing tone then winked at you.

You blushed bit red. Even though you saw the members every day you still cannot help but blush everytime someone as handsome as Jeon Jungkook winked at you.

Namjoon saw it.

“I’m her… Her… Her bestfriend. And I’m like a big brother to her, she doesn’t need my permission but she could at least tell me.” Namjoon said, suddenly rising his voice as if he was mad.

“Come on, hyung, it’s just me. You know I’ll take care of her.” Jungkook convinced him.

Oh but that was what Namjoon most scared of, that Jungkook would take care of you so well that you would start falling for Jungkook. He couldn’t afford that. He liked you too much. He knew you liked him too but he never showed it because he was scared it would somehow ruin your friendship. Namjoon didn’t want you to stop liking him. He loved the feeling too much. He loved you.

“That’s right, oppa. I have finished my part here anyway, I can go now. You should go too, have some fun.” You said to Namjoon. It killed you to tell him to have some fun but you couldn’t help it.

You were waiting for Namjoon to tell you no, you should not go. If he said you shouldn’t, you would’ve canceled it. But after a few moment of silence Namjoon said, “Fine. 그냥 가. (Just go).”

It irked you so much when he said that. You two have been bestfriends for years. You know what he looked like when he was upset, he looked very upset now. And you couldn’t help but thought that he was upset because he was jealous.

“I know my bestfriend needs a fresh air.” Namjoon said again.

Jealous? As if.

****

The weeks after that day gone by awkwardly between Namjoon and you. And somehow, Jungkook was always there with you when you were in a bad mood because of Namjoon, and he suddenly asked you to go somewhere with him so much: to buy a new shoes, to grocery shopping, a treat of ice cream down the block, night strolling around the park. You were almost sure that Jungkook had a crush on you IF he didn’t tell you about the girl he had a crush on that lived beside his apartment, he always asked you opinions on how to ask her out and told you updates everytime he met her. He even showed you the photo of them together when he asked her to go out for the first time.

But one day, Namjoon seemed like he was in a very bad mood, even when he was practicing with other members. He scolded them so much that sometimes you saw them giving death glares to Namjoon. That night you have to finish a song with him and Yoongi in his studio. And because Jungkook had been producing such good lyrics, Jungkook was also there. The air inside the studio never felt so tight and intense somehow.

“You know what? I’m not the kind of person to give up but I literally haven’t slept for 5 days straight and my head feels like it’s going to fall of my neck and explode.” Yoongi said when the time strucked midnight.

Jungkook, who was sitting beside you on the sofa said with his fingers playing with your long locks of hair, “Go to sleep, hyung. You really look beat. We’ll take care of it from here.”

Namjoon was eyeing Jungkook’s fingers on your hair from the corner of his eyes but you tried to ignore it because Yoongi just stood up and you were afraid he would actually pass out on the floor.

“I’ll go with you, hyung,” Jungkook said to Yoongi because he had the same concern as you. “I need to get some coffee anyways. You want some, Y/N?”

“Yeah I’ll just go with you–” you were just about to stand up before Namjoon suddenly said, “Y/N, sit down. We have to finish this song.”

“But I’m just going to get coffee from the kitchen–”

“Sit. Down.” Namjoon said again, his voice so low you were actually afraid of it. He never made you scared like this. So you followed his order.

Yoongi and Jungkook got out of the studio and closed the door, leaving you alone with Namjoon. You two were never this awkward, it was actually killing you. You didn’t know what was wrong but you were afraid this was all your fault. You were thinking about it with your head down, looking at the soft carpet on Namjoon’s studio. You were lost in your thought easily because Namjoon was suddenly dead silent too.

You were just about to say what’s wrong with the two of them and raise your head when suddenly a pair of warm lips crashed into yours. You were so shocked before you realized they were Namjoon’s. His big hands were cupping your face, so warm and manly yet so soft on your skin. His eyes were closed tight when yours were wide opened in shock before he tried to make you respond by biting your lips. You let out a tiny yelp but then a soft sigh when he soothed the bite with his tongue. Then you just go with the flow, closing your eyes and bringing your hands to his chest, relishing the feeling of his kiss before you finally realized what the two of you were doing.

You pushed him away so hard he went back to sit on his studio chair in shock.

His eyes were wide, surprised, like he also just realized what he did. He stuttered, “Oh my… Y/N.. Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t know… I didn’t know what’s gotten into me..” he continued talking but you couldn’t consentrate to his words becausw your eyes kept following his swollen lips that you just kissed.

When you focused on his words again he was saying “…I promised it won’t happen aga–” before he finished it you lunged from the sofa to him and kissed him hard, cupping his face just like what he did to you minutes ago.

He instantly responded your kiss by biting and pulling your lips, one of his hands bringing you closer by the hips and the other on your nape to make your kiss deeper. He stood up from the chair and you were suddenly flying from the floor, he gripped you so tight in his arms and brought you to the sofa with him without breaking the kiss.

His lips was firm on yours, but they were soft at the same time. They tasted like the coffee you always bought for him every morning, your favorite taste. Now your favorite taste can be tasted from his lips, from your favorite person in thw world. He kept teasing you on the kiss, teeth pulling and biting, tounge stroking and licking. He felt hot and cold at the same time. Hot because his kiss was very persistent, you were also very persistent. Cold because the touch he gave you made you shiver in pleasure.

He groaned out loud when you dared to grind on him. “I was so fucking jealous of Jungkook these past few weeks it drives me insane. Why do you have to go out with him?”

He was still kissing you so you talk only when he gave you some air. “So that’s what happened to you? You’re jealous?”

“Fucking A. What did you expect me to do? Giving you a congrats with Jungkook?”

Namjoon started peppering kisses down your throat. “Well, I didn’t expect you to kiss me.”

“I also didn’t expect you to fell out of ‘like’ with me for Jungkook.”

You pushed him off of you a little bit in surprise. “Wait, you know? You know I like you this whole time?”

“Of course I know. You were not very discreet about it. I know you steal glances at me when I’m not seeing. I know you asked the barista to give a little bit more cream in my coffee because that’s how I like it. I know it all.” He smirked. This goddamn cutie dare to smirk.

“And you like me too all this time? Not as friends?”

“Since day one, babe. Since day one.”

Aside from getting a jump on your heart because it was the first time you heard him call you ‘babe’, you were still annoyed, so you hit him in the head. “You bastard! You should’ve told me! It would save us from these weeks full of hell!”

You hit him again but he just laughed. “Hell as in we didn’t talk that much? Do you miss me that much?”

You groaned out loud while kept hitting him on the shoulder and chest, both of you still on the sofa with him on top of you. “Aargghhh I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.”

He laughed again, dodging your hits. “No, lady. You love me.”

You sighed finally and said, “Yeah, I love you.”

His laugh stopped. “Wait, you love me. You love me?”

“I can’t help it. I like you too much and we’ve been bestfriends for so long.”

He smiled wide. “Oh my God, this might sound cheesy but I love you too.” He gave you tiny kisses on the lips. “I should’ve confessed to you sooner, we must have been a couple from so long and saves us the heartaches.”

“You bet, Kim.” You rolled your eyes but he started kissing you deeply again and you smiled on the kiss.

The door of the studio was suddenly banged open, you too were too surprised to get out of each other embraces, only stopping the kiss and looked at who opened the door.

It was Jungkook.

“Finally!” Jungkook said. “I was so tired of seeing you two longing at each other for years. And now you two finally say your feelings out! I’m glad. I’m also worried for the last few weeks, I thought Namjoon hyung would burn in jealousy and kill me. Thank God you guys decided to tell each other sooner or I would be dead by now.”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook, “You planned this?!”

Jungkook shrugged. “Well, not just me. Other members also planned this. They just think I’m a great bait because I’m the same age as Y/N. Don’t worry, I’m not asking her to go anywhere with me together because I have a crush on her. She’s yours, you know. ‘Since day one’” he mimicked Namjoon.

“You rascal!” Namjoon threw a cushion to him just as he ran out of the studio and closed the door. But the two of you could hear him yelled “At least she’s with you now, hyung!”

Namjoon looked at you when it finally went silent. “Yes, at least you’re with me now.”

You caressed his cheek and peck his lips softly. “I’ve been with you all this time, Namjoon.”

***The End***

P r e s s u r e { 1 }

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Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 6,748

Genre: Romance, Smut

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, cursing

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armies and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.



I didn’t mean to start dating Min Yoongi. I’d simply gone into New York City. I had taken the day off from work weeks in advance and gone in with my friends then ran into him at Bryant Park. I’d heard BTS before, but honestly, I had no clue that they were there at that time. I later learned it was for some meeting, but we never really talked about the details of one of our favorite days.

We’d made eye contact. He was in front of the fountain taking pictures of it and himself, and I’d noticed him out of the corner of my eye. When we tell this story, he likes to say that I was staring at him with heart eyes. In reality, I watched him for 10 seconds and within that time he’d notice me and given me a coy smile. Then he jogged back over to Jimin and Namjoon and I shook my head clear of that and back into my friends conversation.

I hadn’t noticed the 3 boys following us across the street into Kinokuniya Bookstore. We simply went across the street to look at the manga, figures, and all of the cute stationary. I was there with my two best friends, Alicia and Julianna. They had wandered off, crying about some manga about stray dogs and I was alone in the basement of the store, looking at the stationary when I felt a heat on the back of my neck. I always got nervous when I was alone, simply because I had some terrible anxiety.

I was the mom friend in the group, so I had to take charge in certain situations. For some reason, inside of flight I choose fight. Boy, was it the right choice. I’d turned around the see who was staring at me and it was him, Him with his blonde hair. Him with his soft face. Him with his all black outfit and snapback, hiding from the world.

Before I got the chance to ask why he was staring at me, he stepped closer and held out his hand.

“Min Yoongi.” he introduced and I shook it.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Can I asked why a perfectly good stranger has been watching me like some creep.”

He chuckled. I melted. “Well, I can’t help myself to do anything, but to look at you. You kind of have my full attention and I also thought it was a little creepy. Obviously, you noticed me. So, I thought I would introduce myself.”

“What a gentleman.”

“You know, they have this cute little cafe on the top floor. Wanna come get lunch with me?”

His english was a little broken, but I managed to catch his drift and pick up on what he was saying. The way he spoke was almost rehearsed. Later, I found out that Namjoon helped him learn this little monologue so he could speak to me.

Then it was all a part of history. Our history. The six of us had a lunch together and Yoongi and I hit it off. He was trying so hard to speak my language, even though Namjoon had to help him a bunch. He was so… into me. It was crazy. I’d never had such an instant spark with someone, especially someone so reserved at first. I had always had this weird outgoing, loud guy type.

He was so captivating. He still is. Anyways, that’s how it started. After that lunch, he’d invited us to their concert that night. When I carried on, stressing out about how I had nothing to wear, he just waved me off. My girlfriends laughed at my constant need to worry about the silliest things in the world, just stating “This is how I was.” and that “he’d have to get used to it”. Which he responded with, “I plan on it.”.

On the way out of the store, he grabbed my hand and led me down the avenue. We were both totally aware he had no idea where he was off to, but he’d decided I was going to get a whole new outfit then stay at his hotel. I’d felt like I’d known Min Yoongi for years. His personality just vibed with me and the hotel part didn’t even come across in a creepy way? Then we shopped and went to his show.

Obviously, the next day he was gone. Off to some other city. But he never left me. My days were full of constant texts and calls. My weeks became filled with him flying in whenever he had a day off. My months were made up of stolen kisses and my year ended up in a relationship. It was a secret and we could handle it. The constant separation made keeping this secret from his record label so much easier.

Until 2 years later. 2 years into my bliss, we were caught by one of his fans. He’d flown in for the weekend and one of them had followed the car he got picked up in from the airport all the way to a parking lot of a Mcdonald’s where he hopped into my car. We were in for some shit, let me tell you. My mentions were filled and so was my phone. BigHit now owned me in a way, sadly. After signing a bunch of contracts about how I wasn’t playing Yoongi and that I couldn’t run away with his money and I couldn’t reveal more intimate parts of him and if we got married I had none of his BTS assets and all of that dumb shit, I thought it had died down.

The armies didn’t hate me. Well, obviously some did, but the others made me feel welcome. Made me feel less scared about going public with my relationship with my boyfriend of almost 3 years. I was very straight forward with the things I could talk about and did whatever his record label asked me to. At first, it started with an hour long interview, talking about myself and us. Why we kept this all a secret and such. It ended with them surprising me with what I thought was a skype call, but Yoongi ended up being there. After 4 months.

When we were on the skype call, he told me to close my eyes for a moment so he could put on something silly or whatever. Then I smelt him, as weird as it sounds. He wore my favorite cologne and I started crying before he wrapped his arms around me. Within seconds I was buried into his chest, sobbing, as he held his hands on my face. He wiped away my tears for camera effect, but he also made sure to block my face from the limelight. He knew I’d be even more upset if there were suddenly gifs of me hysterical on the internet.

So, blah blah blah, right? Now, I’ll bring us to today. Currently, I was hiding in the fridge at my job at a super market deli. My manager knew I was in here and I was even preparing food in here to go in the showcase. Currently there were a bunch of pre-teen girls standing at the counter, all looking for me. It’d been like this for the past week and my manager Steve happened to feel bad for me today.

A few hours earlier, my twitter started to go crazy. The Big Hit account had decided to use me for some retweets and tweeted out my work address. So now it looked like I was having a fucking meet and greet, so I decided to be trapped in the fridge. Yep.

Steve walked in and kind of chuckled at me as I packed some yams into a dinner container. “I know you’re having a hard time out there, but we could really use you. It’s a little busy out there. It’s your meet and greet after all.” Then he broke into a full on laughter, patting his chest, to make sure he could still breathe at the end of it. I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. “I’m glad you’re sticking this out, you know, taking one for the team back here.”

In all reality, I wanted to ask to go home. It was starting to get cold and I forgot a jacket, but I needed the money. Not all of us could be K-pop idols and I didn’t want to really want to have to rely on him for money. Well, he sort of ruined my job. And my life. Maybe I could bill him for work interruption. I’ll sue him. That’s it, I’ll sue him. I’m not exactly sure for what yet, but I texted informing him about the lawsuit. He didn’t respond.

He also didn’t respond to my 20 other texts messages freaking out about the armies at my job or about how his record label was trying to sabotage our relationship. He was probably in the middle of overworking himself in whatever country he was in today. I had stopped trying to keep up with each individual one and just knew the basic area of where he was. I think it was Korea. Or maybe Japan. I knew it wasn’t America. That was in half a week.

They had a 2 weeks vacation and he’d decided to spend it with me. Every time he got a break, he tried to waste it all on me. I always bullied him into going home to be with his family or spend time with the band and the last 4 days would be reserved for us. This time he’d convinced me to let him stay with me the whole time. He’d even called my store and requested the two weeks off for me as he planned whatever he was going to do. So, starting Monday I would no longer be trapped here, I guess.

As soon as all of the dinner were packed, I stacked them onto a tray and kicked open the fridge door, subsequently hitting one of the chef’s, Mike, with it. “Ahh, she emerges.” he joked, pushing my hat lower over my eyes. “Maybe you should go say hi to them. They’ve been here since your shift started.” He nodded at the 50 girls filling up the coffee lounge outside of the deli. I swished my mouth back and forth, debating the situation. “I’ll go with you, if that’s what you need. I know you want to, nervous nelly.”

I put the dinners down and grabbed my bag on my way back to my tundra. I pulled up the step ladder and took out my makeup bag, deciding now would be a good time to look good. Of course I wanted to go meet the girls. They made my boyfriend happy and support him. They support us. I guess it really did look bad if I hid all day. I was just so anxious about the entire situation. I wasn’t the famous one. I was kind of just riding along with the love of my life who happened to be a bit popular.

I pulled off my hat and took out the ponytail within my hair. I ran my hands through it and of course it was already a bit knotted. Nothing could ever be easy in my life. Whatever, this was for him. For his label. In the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that everyone out there would jump me for dating him, but they were there. Here to see me. Hell, what do I even do? I work, I’m not even in school, and I sing in a band that purely plays in my friends garage because we can’t get our act together to even have a name.

I stood up and cleared my throat a bunch. When I got nervous my voice seemed to crack and I stepped out of my tomb. “Wish me luck.” I said to the guys I worked with and they just laughed and waved me off.

I pushed open the double doors and heard a few noises come from the direction I was headed in. “H-Hey guys.” I smiled, giving a little wave to the girls as they proceeded to run over to me and surround me. First, it started slow. I thought maybe they’d kind of stare at me from a distance, but oh no. Of course nothing can be civil and easy with me, can it?

They started getting closer to me and snapping selfies all around me, throwing out questions about Yoongi.

“What’s he like in bed?” I can’t discuss that. I legally can’t.

“Is this just a publicity thing? So the armies can feel like they have a chance?” No, I’m in love with him. He’s in love with me.

“You’re so fucking pretty. It makes me feel so shitty.” I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please, don’t feel that way. You’re absolutely beautiful.

“Is BTS gonna tour here soon?” I don’t know.

“Why have you been hiding from us? What exactly are you hiding, Y/N?” Nothing. I was so scared. I’m so scared.

I wanted to respond to everything. I wanted to defend myself. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, everything was trapped in my thoughts. I just smiled for all of the pictures and videos they were taking of and with me. I didn’t start to cry until I heard Steve yell for me behind the deli counter, asking if I was alright. Then I became hysterical. I covered my face and closed my eyes, only to hear him running across the wooden floor. He lightly pushed through the girls and pulled me out of there, back to my safe haven of the deli fridge.

Fuck.


I’d been excused to leave work early after that and Steve told me not to come in the next day either. After a little bit of a fight about it, he told me to start my days off early and that he’d talk to his boss about asking if those can be paid vacation days. I knew he’d say no however. The store manager had been pushing for me to work more because of all of the business I’d been bringing in by simply working there. We were up by around half a grand a day and boy did that make him look good.

When I pulled into my driveway, I unplugged the aux cord from my car and dialed one of the numbers I knew by heart. Yoongi’s international number. I rarely called him without asking, but I knew he had my phone call volume on. Only when it was an emergency I’d phone him right away.

It rang three times. “Mmmm, baby? What’s up?” Oh, he sounded so sleepy. I felt bad for about 5 seconds before I started yelling.

“How could you sleep through all of my messages? Boy, have I had a day.” I unlocked my door and slammed it behind me, only locking the top lock. I threw myself on the couch as I heard him groaning about sitting up to check his phone.

“Facetime.” Then he hung up and facetimed me this time. By this point I was upside down on my couch with a red face and an angry expression. I hit the green button. “You look so grumpy.” He chuckled.

“I am grumpy. Please don’t go on twitter for a few days?”

“So, armies were at your job.” I saw his face sink a little as he leaned against the wall.

I sat upright and fixed my hair in the camera mirror. “I kind of started crying and I got excused from work until after my vacation days. They probably think I’m crazy, Gloongs.”

“You’re calling me Gloongs? Look at you. The new dwarf in Snow White. Mopey.”

“I’m gonna hang–”

“No. Please no. You’re not okay. I’m sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it.” Then he hung up.

The way he went about his life was so weird to me sometimes. Knowing him, he was back asleep already too. Sleeping sounded like a pretty good idea, actually. I knew I could never take a nap, it was something I had learned to deal with. I’d always wished I could just pass out like my boyfriend. He had this uncanny ability to simply close his eyes and be somewhere else.

I stood from the purple couch in my living room and walked the total 10 feet to my bedroom. I swung open the door and fell straight onto my bed. The phone charger I kept next to my bed was gone and then I just let out my anger by screaming. I didn’t give a fuck about my upstairs neighbor in this moment or the 5 open windows in the little apartment my mother and I stayed in.  I was just frustrated.

The plug had fallen on the floor off of my mattress, luckily. Once my phone was charging, I called up my best friend Alicia. She didn’t pick up and I knew she was also asleep. Of course two of the most important people in my life had these weird sleeping habits I couldn’t get myself into. I could barely sleep as it was, let alone throughout the day.

I called her again as fast as I could. Normally after the first phone call she grabbed her phone to turn off the volume for the second call. I always begged her not to because if there was a second call it was important, but she didn’t give a shit. It was almost crazy to me how my boyfriend and best friend were so alike. I really couldn’t fathom how I could handle two of them let alone one, but I did it. I guess my type had changed.

I must have called fast enough because I was met with a groan and a, “Ugh, what do you need?”

“Hey,” I almost choked up? I wasn’t sad, just stressed. “Can we do something?”

“Guardians 2 just came out, if you can get us tickets.” Usually I was met with a no and that she was going back to bed. “What’s wrong with you?”

I put my phone onto speaker and opened up the chrome browser, typing in showtimes near us. “Oh, you know. I’m just casually getting stalked.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s karma.”

“For what?!”

“Dating a superstar. A hot, lazy version of me though. Yeah. Karma.” she broke into a fit of chuckles and I heard her get up and start rummaging through her clothes. “Do I have to dress nice? Am I going to get followed by some paparazzi?” I could hear her trying not to laugh.

“I’m wearing jeans and a fucking hoodie. The next show time is in 40 minutes, I got us side seats. I’m coming to pick you up.” Then I hung up, grabbed my keys, and ran out my door.


The movie was amazing, but my phone call with Yoongi later was not. Halfway through the movie, I remembered that he had wanted to see it with me. Boy, I wasn’t ready for the angry rant I was about to get, but I stayed up til 2 am for it anyways.

“Hey, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was in the arena in whatever place he was in now, getting ready for his show. “How are you, what’d you do after our call last night? Or your day time.”

“I went to the movies with Ali-”

“No you didn’t.” Oh no. He interrupted me. He was onto me, he knew. “Are you kidding me? I planned the tour around us seeing this movie during my vacation days!” He was screaming now. I heard Hoseok in the background asking him to calm down and heard my precious boyfriend slapping him away. “You know what? I’m done.”

“Done? Dude, come on.”

“You’re fucking coming to Korea on the next flight and we’re seeing it together. You’re off from work anyways, I’m not taking no as an answer. Hoseok, please take my card and find her a flight. I’d do it, but she won’t pack anything that she needs if I hang up to look.”

He was right, sadly. For such a put together person I over packed unessential stuff no matter where I was going. Day trips, week trips, I packed my entire room up for those.  “Don’t make him book me a ticket. I can buy my own.”

He broke into a fit of laughter. “Shut up, no you can’t. I got you out of work, so let me compensate by paying. You also can’t argue with me because it’s done. Check your email.”

He was right, I couldn’t. The flight was in about 3 hours and I was an hour away from the airport, so I started to pack. He scolded me about packing 3 times the clothes I needed when it only a four day trip. They had three more shows left to end their tour and would be in the same area for all of them. So I didn’t have to feel guilty about more travel expenses and such like I always did.

Of course I knew he had the money to spend and such, but that was the thing. I didn’t want to be pampered by him at all times just because he could. I liked being able to support myself and not feeling like I was using him for his money. I was so in love with this kid and I had been for the last few years and that was the last thing I wanted him to believe.

Yeah, I was working a part time minimum wage job and he was touring the world, but I didn’t need him for such small expenses. Even though I guess a plane ticket wasn’t small. On the cab ride to JFK airport, I was just enveloped in my thoughts about him that I didn’t even realize when we had arrived. I was forced out of my head by a loud honk and the man in the front seat telling me to get out. I passed up a 50 dollar bill and grabbed my larger than I should have suit case out of the trunk.

I never really began going to airports and flying before Yoongi. It was such a normal thing to him, but to me it was so extravagant. Not even including where you’re going, flying on an airplane was just such a cool concept to me. So I took it all in every time. Even if it fucked me over in the end. Which you already knew it did. I never slept, so my jet lag was extra bad during these. I just watched movie after movie, every time. There was truly nothing else to do for me than take advantage of that. I got too anxious sleeping in front of people, even if they were perfectly good strangers.


Whenever my plane landed in South Korea, I always regretted not paying too much attention when Yoongi tried to teach me the language in depth. I knew some basic terms to get me around, but he had practiced English for so long and so hard for me, that I really did feel guilty for not learning his native tongue. It seemed to always be a lingering thought whenever I was in his homeland, but he made me feel silly for thinking that. Stating that I had no true reason to learn Korean and that he didn’t want me to get good at it so he could always talk shit about me without me truly understanding. As much as I wanted to believe that was a joke, I knew it wasn’t.

After grabbing my luggage, I looked around for one of the security guards I knew would be getting me. I pulled my hood lower on my head and looked for the sign that Yoongi probably wrote. Knowing him it would say something embarrassing.  There it was. Booboo buns. He even drew hearts around it. He was such a dick, even when he wasn’t here.

I gripped my rolling suitcase with a hard fist as I walked over to the burly man and waved. He complimented me with a smile and turned his back on me to follow to the car outside. He attempted to take my suitcase from me and I just responded with, “Aniyo gwaenchanhseubnida.” Meaning no thank you. One of the few terms I made sure to know along with where is the bathroom and a few other phrases.

Once I was in the familiar black van, I finally closed my eyes. I didn’t know how far the hotel was and I didn’t bother to ask. Well, I didn’t know how to ask and I had no service here to even text Yoongi I was on my way. He definitely knew though. For a lazy fuck he was on top of important shit; like getting me around a place where I could easily end up lost. As much as I prided myself on having good direction value.

Of course I didn’t sleep on the way to the hotel when that was purely all I wanted to do. The security guard parked the car in front of the hotel and left the hazards on. He simply walked me inside and I said thank you and he passed me a card with the room number and key. From the lack of people around here, I figured the boys were at their show. It was around 8 pm here now, so it was almost a perfect time for me to sleep.

I power walked to the elevator and once it dinged I went inside up to the 18th floor. I closed my eyes on the way up as I leaned against the mirror on the side of the elevator. I hope I didn’t leave a mark or anything. I was probably all gross from that plane ride. If I had the energy I’d shower, but I just wanted to knock out and I bet that the bed here was super comfortable. Nothing like my mattress on the floor back at home. Ding. I was here. Floor 18, room 22. Of course it was at the end of a long hallway. Of course.

At this point I was almost ready to crawl down the hallway, but instead I jogged. I figured I was alone, but I was wrong. During my sprint, I ran into random man and completely ate shit and fell. He said, “Sorry, sorry.” but continued running in the opposite direction of me. Awesome. Now I was tired and bruised and probably had fucking rug burn, but I was over it.  I stood up and just pushed the thought that I got to see Yoongi when I woke up. I swiped the card through room 22 and saw it. The beautiful, big bed. The door slammed behind me and I kicked off the moccasins I’d been wearing for the past almost 16 hours. A smile loomed over my face as I tiptoed over to the empty bed and stuffed myself into it. Within a minute, I was out like a light.


I was awoken by the light turning on, but the thing that pushed me into being awake was the stench that followed it. I coughed to clear my throat and sat up. I opened my eyes to a smiling Yoongi at the foot of the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the change, so he was a little blurry to me. “Why didn’t you shower there?” I asked. It totally wasn’t the first thing I wanted to say, but I kind of hurt a bit too much to move or yell.

“I wanted to see my girl.” His smile turned into one of my favorites. The gummy one. Then he crawled over to me, rubbing his fingers across the dimple that lined my face. “You’re so pretty… and bloody?” He chuckled, “Did you fall or something?” He peeled the blanket off of me and I was as confused as the look on his face. “Oh, come on. You fell?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. There were a bunch of scratches on my arm from the carpet that had torn just enough to bleed. Then I just ignored it, so here we were. “Yeah, I fell. I was super tired and ran into this guy-”

“Someone ran into you?” He pulled me into his smelly arms and squeezed me. “You didn’t yell at him? Shame. I love it when you’re a firecracker.” He kissed at my cheek, towards the corner of my mouth. “Wow, I missed you.”

He continued to leave small kisses around my face and I knew I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. I turned around so that I was looking at him and he had changed his hair. “Green?” My face lit up, “You did my favorite hair color again?!”

He bit at my nose, “Yeah. I gotta make sure this vacation is perfect for you.” He went back to kissing around my face. Whenever we met up, it always started like this. He missed the physical interaction, but never pushed me into anything, He always started slow.

“How was the show?”

“Amazing, as always, but I was so distracted knowing you were here and laying in my bed without me.” His kisses began to trail down the side of my face to my neck, his second favorite place to be at for a while.

“Can we shower? I don’t want to fuck you- No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck you really bad.”

“Blunt today?” he breathed hot air down my neck as he spoke in a sexy whisper.

“I’m gross and so are you, let’s shower.”

We both walked into the bathroom and starting stripping each other. Nothing too sensual at first, until we were both in our undergarments. We both just looked at each other for a minute. Observed each other’s flaws and imperfections as if it was the first time seeing each other naked, but boy was it not. Honestly, I think that’s what made us love each other so much. Everything was always the same, but it was always new.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Yoongi breathed. He undid the clasp on my bra and as I took that off I felt his long fingers slide down my back to pull down my lacy panties I’d been in for probably the last day. I breathed out a gasped when he touched me. His fingers were cold even though the bathroom was slowly heating up. I pulled on the waistline of Yoongi’s boxers, suggesting for him to take them off. Even if we were caught in a moment, he couldn’t help but to slightly laugh at my little motions. I was never truly the one in charge of these situations, but considering it’s been about 3 months since we’d last seen each other, I was getting a little antsy.

He grabbed onto my hand and led me into the shower. As soon as I turned the shower on he started attacking my neck with little kisses. Nothing too aggressive, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise after each kiss. I turned around to face him. God, he was beautiful. We moved closer to each other and our lips finally connected. The kiss was soft and sweet. Then of course leave it to Yoongi become aggressive. With one swift motion, he lifted me off of the ground and made me wrap my legs around him. He pushed me into the tiled wall and I could feel him against my heat.

“You came all this way for me, I figured I might as well do something for you.” He said.

“That’s fine by me, daddy.” I teased. I could feel him fucking harden against me. It was really hot. I knew it was one of his kinks. He would never admit it to me but whenever I called him that it would almost instantaneously turn him on. Now that I did that, I knew I was in for a world of trouble. Aka, him getting mad if I called him anything other than that or sir. I did it anyways, him being mad was pretty hot in these cases.

“Yeah?” his voice was raspier now.

“Okay, Yoongi.” I smirked, excited for the outcome.

“Don’t you dare call me that now. You started this,” Yoongi growled. He let me sink a little bit again the wall, only to duck his shoulder under my left leg and put it on top. My breathing hitched as he got me into one of his favorite positions. Also because this was dangerous. We could die. Then it would be all my fault and his armies would kill me.

I was taken back to the moment as he kitten licked up my slit and pulled away right before he got to my clit. He chuckled at the little gasping noise I made when he stopped and lifted up to touch me, but instead of going where I thought he cupped my chin. He smirked and kissed me so hard that I could almost feel the purple that my lip was going to be. He let go of my chin and began to lazily trail his hand down my body, making sure to go over my most sensitive parts in his little teasing session.

His eyes never left yours as he teased a digit inside, but quickly pulled it out. Before he started anything else he made sure I was secure against the wall and in his left hand. He did the same motion again with his middle finger and I gasped as the loss of touch.

“Please-” I begged, reaching for his wrist.

He slapped my hand away and squinted his eyes at me telling me to stop. This time he put in two fingers and curled them inside of me, my eyes closed from habit.  “I want you to look at me while I touch you, princess.” He scolded. I could literally feel my insides turn to mush with his words as I bit onto my lip. His two fingers slowly moved inside of me while his thumb reached up to rub my clit. He kept curling and uncurling his fingers while rubbing little circles. All I wanted right now was to moan loud and sink to my knees, but I couldn’t lose my voice yet and I was pinned to the shower.

At this point he lowered me onto the ground, still keeping my leg on his shoulder. I gripped the shower handle as he moved his mouth onto my clit, lightly sucking on it while keeping his fingers inside of me. I wrapped my leg over my shoulder. He added a third finger and continued to curl them. I reached my other hand out and ran my fingers through his hair, being careful not to pull the green too hard. I pushed my hips down and mumbled a fuck. He hummed into me as he removed his fingers and licked up me one final time.

He pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them while not breaking eye contact. “Better than ever.” He let my leg down and I still needed some support. I reached my arms up lazily and wrapped them around his neck, kissing him softly. He, however, didn’t want soft. The kiss quickly became intense as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up and down my back, eventually landing on my ass and gripped it like he was holding on for dear life.

The kissing stopped for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-” I pulled one arm off of him and brought it toward his hip. He reached out for it with his own, lacing our fingers together. It felt less intense in this moment, as he smiled purely and took his other hand to my cheek.

“Let me take care of you for once. Let me fuck you til you beg me to stop, (Y/N).” He spoke in is normal voice, except a little bit higher. I simply bit my lip in response. Leave it to Yoongi to always know what to say to make me wet.

He lifted my leg back up again and placed himself at my entrance. In typical Yoongi fashion, he rubbed the head up and down my folds, barely dipping inside. “Please.” I begged, barely audible. He just smiled and slowly pushed into me. Within seconds, he picked up speed. He went at a mild tempo at first then as I put my hand onto his shoulder he lifted my leg higher and all you could hear was muffled moans and groans along with the slapping of skin.

He gripped my thigh as he thrusted in and out. He never broke eye contact with me and as much as I wanted to close my eyes, I stared right at him. When I reached my high, he knew. I knew he was close too. “Can I?” his eyes darted down to his cock. I nodded as I was unable to even speak. He fucked me right through my orgasm and my nails scratched through his skin. As soon as I was done, he moaned out my name as he came inside me. He lowered my leg to a more comfortable position and then pulled out.

Before putting me back onto the ground he made sure I was leaning on him and had my hand somewhere else. Fuck, he knew me too well. He hummed into my ear as my back leaned against his bare body. He ran his fingers through my hair and I felt a stinging in my eye. “Yoongi stop!” I yelled, squeezing it shut to try to comfort my pain.

“What’s wrong? Was I being too aggressive? I know it’s been a bit and I know you can barely walk right now but maybe y-”

“No, it’s not that-”

“Then what’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, turning me in towards him.

“You got shampoo in my eye.”

He gulped. “I wasn’t holding the shampoo-”

“Then what’s in my eye?!” I yelled, reaching one hand up to rub it. He started to laugh.

“Babe, I am so sorry.”

For the rest of the shower, I just leaned into him after getting whatever was in my eye out. I missed being with him like this in such a personal way. We didn’t even speak, but we were so in tune with each other when we were together. He took care of me and I took care of him. In this moment, it was his turn. He knew I’d been hurting lately, mentally and now physically thanks to him. It was moments like these I was so grateful for him. I was always grateful for him.

He reached over me to turn off the water and pulled a towel off of the rack outside of it. He twirled it around me and then one around his own waist. He kept one arm around me as he patted some of the water off of himself. “You tired?” He whispered, patting me down a little bit before lifting me bridal style out of the shower.

He laid me onto the bed still wrapped up despite me still being well covered in water. He got in next to me and covered us with the warm blanket, pulling me close to his chest. He liked to sleep while in contact with me, despite what it may be. Tonight his arm was around me, but most nights his hand was on my hip or thigh . Tonight was different, he wanted to closer than usual. We which we already were. Our usual is across the world.

“Hey, Yoongs.” I whispered into his chest. He made a noise signaling he heard me. “I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you.”

He ruffled my hair. “Shh, go to sleep.”

“Reassure me.” my unnecessary anxiety spoke out.

“I’m so in love with you. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You’re the strongest woman I know. You’re my sun and I love you. Darling, am I in love with you.”


Authors Note: Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of Pressure! If you guys liked it, I’d appreciate if you let me know! I have lots of plans for this and would love to continue writing it! Thank you guys.

Safe and Sound (Josh Dun)

Originally posted by tyjosephs

Pairing: Josh Dun/Fem!Reader
Words: 2000+
Warning(s): sexual harassment, some swears
A/N: So here is the fic thats base on a dream. it was a lucid one, almost died having it lol (i couldnt breath) also sorry if this seems duummbb but it is based off the dream i had and dreams can be a bit wonky. Its fan fiction so yeeahh. this probably sucks since i’ve been working on it at 3 am every morning.


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anonymous asked:

Hi, I hear someone saying that Hunger Games isn't immersive, and I was wondering what is an immersive universe and is it something I should be writing? And if so, how do I go about doing it? Thanks!

This is a perfectly fascinating question, and I think it deserves some time unpacking it. So, what is an immersive universe?

Immersive: relating to…images that actively engage one’s senses and may create an altered mental state; relating to activity that occupies most of one’s attention, time, or energy. (x)

What this boils down to is that an immersive universe is a world that so completely captures a reader’s imagination and attention that they may begin to daydream, lose track of time, lose a sense of surrounding, gain selective hearing, and all the other symptoms that come right along with being completely absorbed in something. “Immersive” can describe anything from a task requiring intense concentration (to the point that you block out everything else to facilitate that concentration) such as data entry, all the way to things like video games that so completely suck a person in that they lose three hours of their time without noticing it. If a game is immersive, it’s considered to be so well-designed, well-written, and well-executed that it draws the player in and allows the player to imagine themselves within the game. There are no oddities or awkwardness, things that distance the player or jolt them from the game. It’s a highly desirable aspect to any piece of fiction because you’ve created a world that appears seamless.

Consider the definition for world-building which I talked about back in Part One of that series:

World building: The construction of a world, especially a convincing fictional world for literature, etc.

If a world is so completely seamless that is becomes immersive, it could also be described as convincing, could it not? If your goal is to create a convincing world, then immersive should also be one of those goals. Alright, so immersive is a good thing–so good that it makes your readers want to come back for more. But how do we get there? What makes a piece of fiction immersive?

Your world:

So you’ve got a pretty unique world set up. That’s cool. How are you going to bring it to life on the page? In order for your story to be immersive, your audience has to be able to see it, live in it, understand it. That means that your job as the author to world-build effectively is paramount. You’ll need to figure out the delicate balance between your world-building within the narrative as well as your story. Sharing details about the world will help folks be able to envision where and who your characters are.

Describing characters and settings and pertinent political/cultural/religious/social details as needed without going too overboard will be key, since you want them to be able to understand the world without overloading them with too much of the nitty-gritty. Entice them before you dump a whole heap before them. Make sure the characters feel like they belong in the world you’re creating and that the world feels like it could conceivably exist. If you have a man toting a six-shooter in a world where so far only swords and daggers have been seen, your reader is going to feel a bit uncomfortable, and that out-of-place-ness will drag them right out of whatever immersion you were able to create before that. A woman in the 1300s whipping out a cellphone, for example, would probably be jarring enough for a reader to remember they’re looking at words on a page, not directly through a screen to their imagination.

Your characters:

If your characters aren’t interesting and believable as real human beings, your audience won’t see them that way. They’ll constantly be seated a bit further back from the story, rather than directly in it, because they don’t feel like their connection with the character is genuine, or that the character itself is genuine. This does not mean that all your characters need to be sympathetic, but the more understandable they are, the more relateable they’ll be (even if your readers can’t say, “That’s me!” they will still be able to relate in a way that’s perhaps more like, “I know someone like that.”). The more understandable they are, the easier it will be for your readers to imagine that character in other situations, which will help them to feel as though they’ve connected with your world.

Your style:

Think about the style of your storytelling, as well. First person is often thought to be the easiest to evoke an immersive quality since by virtue of placing the “I” in a reader’s mind, the reader will begin to associate with that character, but it’s certainly not the only way. Creating an engaging voice to your piece by picking words that create mood and tone will help the reader to feel the settings of the piece. (I’ve read some pieces that were so thick with suspense and humidity I could literally feel the damp on my skin and my hairs raise on my arm.) Alongside picking your words and creating your style, remember that using too many words that folks have to look up will pull the reader right out of the story and right back into their living room, looking for their phone. Overly complex writing styles will cause this, too. No sentence should have to be read twice to understand, so in your editing make sure there are no moments where you have to clarify to yourself how to read a sentence. Keeping your metaphors from being too outlandish will help keep from jarring a reader, too.

Remember that reader-experience is different every time: 

Look. You asked specifically about The Hunger Games and its immersive ability. I don’t have an answer for that one. While I never had a trouble envisioning the world, I also wouldn’t have called it immersive. I didn’t feel it. What would have helped with that? I don’t know, probably style for me. But for you and those you were talking with? Who knows. Maybe they were immersive for you. Maybe your stomach twisted when Katniss and Peeta held those berries; maybe you held your ear when those supplies outside the cornucopia exploded; maybe you dreamed of the mines of District 12. I don’t know. Like with all writing things, it’s individual and there’s no tried-and-true, right-and-wrong way to do any of this. Write with feeling, write with vision, write with passion and hopefully your audience will pick up on that, too. If your beta readers tell you it feels a bit wooden and they couldn’t lose themselves in it quite as easily, go back and look at some things. Tweak your style, first off–that’s usually the biggest road block to immersion. Right now I’m reading a story that’s very heavily stylized–very interesting in terms of execution, but not easy to dissolve into because of that stylization. Is that wrong? Maybe. Maybe not. It depends on the reader and how the story hits them at the time they’re reading it. Never dismiss the criticism, but never believe it’s the end-all-be-all about your story, either. I hope this has helped a bit, Anon. Good luck! -Pear

REQUESTED - Familiarity (1/2)

Request: So, i don’t know if u take requests, but, i would like to make one. I saw u liked some Peter Parker X Reader stuff ( I’m not a stalker, I SWEAR) and i was wondering if u would do a one-shot or something like that about the reader being Peter’s classrommate but for some reason being called to the avengers, and he is there in his suit and he keep seeing her in the school wondering why she was there? pls? - Anon

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2,174

Warning: None, just cursing (Tell me something new)

(A/N): I’M HAPPY BECAUSE THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST AND AAAAAAAAAAAAA <3 (Btw, It took me a long time to choose ONE gif, I’ve been looking gifs for a looooooong time by now.)

Part2 | Masterlist


Originally posted by peterparkerimagine


“Peter Parker is staring at you again.” My friend said under her breath, making me raise my eyes to where I knew the boy were before she even finished her sentence, and as if he heard her and saw me catching him staring, his gaze turned to the book in front of him. I chuckled at his red ears, and that seemed to make him even more embarrassed.

“He’s cute.” That time, I was the one staring. Not that I haven’t done it before, Peter just had this thing hidden under his soft, cute and “harmless” surface that always made my detective side itch.

“And you are totally calling him to a date.” She said, smiling at my arched brown “I know you have a crush on him; I’ve seen you looking at him before, Y/N. Don’t even try to lie.” I giggled and shrugged my shoulders, hearing her huff “If you don’t go there and call him, I will for you. However, I’ll make it from right here. You know how my voice is powerful.” She just winked at me with a smirk, fuck.

“I hate you.” I groaned while getting up and taking a breath before walking to where he was sitting, he had earphones but that didn’t stop him to look at me surprised when I sited in front of him, trying to give my best smile. He took his earphones slowly looking around to see if there was someone else before looking back at me “Hey, you’re Peter Parker, right?” Of course he was Peter Parker! Fuck, the teachers knew his name just because he was always late!

“Huh, y-yeah…”

“I’m-”

“Y/N… I know you.” I laughed at his embarrassed face, and took a time to study him from close. He had muscles, even though they were hidden under coats of shirts and of a hoodie.

“So, I thought you were really cute and I know you are fan of the same things as me, so I was thinking, would you like to go out with me to the arcade on the center of the city?” He almost choked with my boldness, but please, I ain’t got time to be playing a shy ‘let’s be friends’ girl.

“I-I w-would l-love it! W-when?” I smiled from ear to ear and took his notebook from the table and a pen to write my number

“Today at seven?” He nodded like crazy with his head and that made me smile more before sliding the book back to him and say in my most ‘I’m sexy’ voice “I’ll be waiting for you, Peter.”

I heard him gasp in surprise while I got back to my table, finally feeling my cheeks blush when seeing my best friend laughing like crazy, curled on the books, almost sobbing

“I-I love you, Y/N. You are my spirit animal!” I just chuckled, going back to my studies, proud of myself to be able to call the boy I liked on a date without squeaking, even though I was an agent, I was still a human with awkwardness.

I had to run to my apartment, for the first time happy to live alone so I didn’t have to explain nothing to no one. I smiled at my on reflection; it was still me. Comfortable, pretty and with analytical eyes.

When I opened my door, ready to run to catch a bus, I stumbled into a massive chest. Jesus Christ, that man was a fucking wall!

I looked up at the both man, frowning my brows and locking my jaw. They were familiar, but I didn’t know them.

“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” The one I had hit asked, blushing slightly at my angry gaze. I studied him more, strong, blonde, and a little shy.

“Captain America.” I said, crossing my arms and checking the other man, it didn’t took me long to recognize him. “Tony Stark, A.K.A Iron Man. What do you want?” The Captain glanced surprised at the Stark

“Do you mind if we came in?” He asked and I looked at the time, I had half an hour to be there

“Actually, I do. Look, I would be pleasantly happy to welcome two heroes at my home at any day. But I have a date with a boy I’ve liked for a while, and I’ll be late if I don’t go right fucking now.” I said, making Tony Stark lower his glasses and smirk slightly. Oh, for fuck’s sake, is night. Why is he wearing sun glasses?

“We want your help.” He finally said, making me frown my brows

“Three minutes, and here, in the hallway. By the smell, my neighbors are too high to understand anything.”

“Look, I’m not sure if-”

“Two minutes and forty seconds.” I crossed my arms, seeing Stark giggle

“I like her. We want you to be part of the new Avenger’s intelligence. Natasha Romanoff heard of you from S.H.I.E.L.D, they got an eye on you. But well, we are quicker.” My jaw almost fell to the ground. Ok, one thing was being an ‘agent’ slash ‘hacker’, other was being An Agent. “But, we need you right now.” A groan came out of my mouth, I didn’t want to turn Peter down! Especially because I was stupid and didn’t ask his number, so if I called him by the number I got, it would be weird!

“Fine, but I have to set a new fucking date with Peter.” I mumbled while searching my phone in my bag, Stark and Captain America glanced at each other in surprise.

“Language.” Steve whispered and I smirked

“Fucking language, I know. My grandmother would always scream that I fucking cursed too much, but she would curse in between phrases- Oh, hey, Peter!” I smiled at myself when my phone ringed right when I was ready to call him

Huh, Hey, Y/N… So… Huh, S-something happened and… huh, I can’t go… Sorry.” He mumbled looking nervous, I sighed, trying to look disappointed “I’m really sorry

“It’s okay… Huh… I guess I’ll have to… Hm, I don’t know.” I smiled at my own sad impression, tilting my head to give a challenging glare at The Captain, which looked surprised at me “Huh, another time, then?” I could even hear him slapping himself and screaming at something to muff his words.

I would like that. Sorry again.” I just turned the phone down, trying to sell better my “hurt and disappointed”, smiling at both man and crossing my arms again

“Okay, we can go now.” Stark just laughed as if he had won the lottery while the Captain smiled slightly at me and pointed at the corridor, asking without words for me to get out.


The whole trip on Starks car he would been giggling and smiling, while Steve Rogers - I found his name when he pulled his wallet to see something. Well, I got quick eyes. -, was staring at me and blushing when I smirked at him

“Soo, what is so bad that made the two Avengers go knock personally at my door?” I asked, trying to extract something of them before getting there

“It is a security failure on the government and we know you are a good hacker and… ‘Detective’. So, we want your help” The Stark said ironically, making me arch my brow

“Are you mocking my abilities? You know I can read you now and hack your precious high tec car, right?”

“Sweetie, I’m a well-trained man and that build the intelligence of this car to be-”

Tony Stark is currently single, he is a playboy, he has trust issues, haven’t slept in four days, he likes to eat donuts hidden from everyone in his lab, he wears his iron suit to try to make up the fact that he is a selfish, old man that uses sunglasses at night even though, he looks stupid doing it.” The robotic female voice of his car said, I looked up from my phone with a small grin on my face.

He narrowed his eyes at me while Rogers looked out of the window to try to hide his smile, and by his locked abdomen, I knew he wanted to laugh.

“You know, I really liked you.” I laughed and shrugged my shoulders

“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t doubt me, I’ll be good.” He tried to control his smile, but well, sassy people get along. “By the way, what will I gain with this?”

“Isn’t making good with your abilities and acknowledgment, enough payment?” Rogers said for the first time, making me arch one eyebrow at him

“Can I eat acknowledgment? Can I pay the bills with acknowledgment? I don’t fucking think so.” Stark laughed at my sentence

“She has a point. But, let’s just say your payment will good enough for you to go to a good college.”

“I won’t have to pay for it, I’ll enter with a scholarship.” I mumbled after a few moments, not being able to maintain silence

“Congratulations, you must have earned it.” Rogers said and I blushed slightly with that, I wasn’t used to people congratulating me for this kind of things. “You leave alone?”

“Yes.” I didn’t answer anything than that, it wasn’t something I liked to come up with.

When we finally got to the Avengers tower, I took every way I could run if they were trying to catch me. Well, people are weird, who knows, right? Caution is never too much.

I was welcomed with all the Avengers in the room, fuck they were tall!

“Everyone, this is Y/N, she’ll be helping us with our problem.” I studied everyone, Natasha Romanoff was the one that actually caught my attention, because she had something in her posture that made her stand out.

“I’m late, sorry!” A muffed voice was heard and everyone turned their gaze at Spiderman, he was still in his suit and stopped when saw me. Jeez, I know I am pretty, but don’t have to stare so much.

“Spider boy.” Stark smirked, making me look more into the boy, familiarity.

I controlled a smile when noticing something very interesting.

“So, what exactly you guys need my help with? Even though the boy I have a crush on was the one who turned down on me, I’m still not cool with being brought here just to stand and stare at heroes.” Spiderman gasped, making me control even more the laugh that wanted to explode.

“It’s the codes, someone is breaking them and releasing secret missions and… Other things, to the outside.” Natasha was the one to say it, I have to admit it. Being close to my favorite Avenger made me want to freak the fuck out.

“Is there a laptop or something like that?” She pointed with her head to the Kitchen’s counter, there was a silver laptop on it.

“Hey kiddo, Natasha tried before, don’t feel disappointed if you can’t, kay’?” One of them said, Sam Wilson, had been military.

“Okay.” I mumbled and started to work

“This might take some time, so, do you want us to call someone to warn that you won’t appear?” Captain America said, crossing his arms while I denied with my head, still focused on fixing the problem.

“Nah. And this tactic to make me say what you want, won’t work.” I heard a female laugh that I deduced to be Natasha’s.

“I like her.” I heard her say, I worked for a few more moments, with all the avengers watching me closely.

“Can I have some water, please?” I asked, hoping that it would make at least one of them get out of my back. That was making me nervous, shit.

“Spider, you heard the girl.” The Stark said and I rolled my eyes, the only one that was away, that stupid billionaire brought him close. I thanked when a cup was settled next to my hand

“Done.” I said tapping the last time before finally reaching to the cup of water.

“What? Already?” Someone said, I looked up from my shoulder, seeing that The Winter Soldier was the one to say it. “Natasha took hours and she failed.”

“Mind if I take a look?” She said, still surprised while I denied with my head, turning on the seat to face the others still drinking my water.

“So, how do I go back?” I asked, walking around the living room and receiving chocked gazes

“She did it.” Romanoff said “She even found the IP adress of the ones who broke it… How?”

“It wasn’t hard, actually. But the explanation would take longer than the actual deed.”

“I’ll take you home.” Stark mumbled, still surprised. I smiled at everyone

“You know I could have done that from home, right?” He laughed cheerfully while coming close to me, ready to lead me to the elevator again.

“Y/N, you just saved our asses so good! Thank you!” Sam Wilson said and I just waved with my hand

“It was nothing. Well, see you guys when you need me again. Less you, Peter. See you at school!” I smirked at a chocking Spiderman and followed Tony Stark, he was laughing loudly.

“I definitely like you.”

Q+A For ConcertTeamup

Hello everyone! I hope some of this clear things up. I understand some are a little confused on how this all works! Remember I am always here if you have any questions or concerns, please send them through messages or on ask! Lots of to you all! x


Q:   “Is this legit?”

A: Yes, I want this all to be as safe as possible for fans. We don’t scam and we don’t lie.


Q: “I’m selling a ticket, how do I do this?”

A: You have already done what you need to do! All I need to know is that you have one (or more) available for purchase! I will then find you someone to match with, as soon as possible. 


Q: “How do I send a request or submission for a ticket/s?”

A: Simple! Send them through ask or messaging! Both are available and open. Submitting makes it a little difficult to answer you directly though.


Q: “What should I send for the request for tickets?”

A: Just tell me what show you are wanting to attend to, and how many tickets you need, also if you need a specific ticket. It is nice to know your age, your name also how much you are offering but that is totally optional for you to tell me.


Q: “How do I get ‘Matched’” 

A: Simple, pretty much once I find a ticket, and if you are chosen. I tell you who you have been matched with. I will also then tell you that you should contact each other for how you want it all to be arranged. I don’t want to intrude on your details so I leave the communication aspect to be completely up to you two.


Q: “I have been matched and am talking to the seller/buyer and we need help”

A: I am always here to help you guys in any way that I can.


Q: “I have been matched but i’m getting a strange vibe”

A: I’m very sorry to hear that. We want this to be as safe and easy as possible. If you for some reason feel that there is something shady coming from your seller/buyer, please let us know immediately. I will ask you to share what you think might be happening. I will then talk to the two of you to sort it out. It will then be asked to the seller for proof by photo and/or video of the ticket/s. If you still feel that there may be more going on, I will gladly find you someone else that you feel safer with. Although, there is a very slight chance that you will be scammed, as I talk to all of you before you are matched and make sure that you have good intentions. 


Q: “I already have tickets, I just don’t want to go alone”

A: That is totally understandable, and congrats on getting tickets! I will try and find someone to match you with as soon as possible so you have someone to attend the show with. 


Q: “How do I pay once I have been matched?”

A: I leave this up to the two of you to decide as people have different requirements. Although I know you can send the payment through Ticketmaster, Paypal, Bank Transfers, etc. But again the decision is totally up to and what works best for you and your seller/buyer. Im always here if you need any assistance. 


Q: “How do I send the tickets to the buyer?”

A: As of right at this moment, nobody has their physical tickets as its only been about 36 hours since tickets sold out. But in the future you are able to connect with each other on Ticketmaster to transfer tickets, without any costs and also safely. You can also mail tickets as an option, but we all know that shipping physical items may get lost in delivery. Again this is totally up to the buyer/seller, which ever method works best for the two of you is important. Im always here for help.


Q: “I have been matched, and have successfully gotten my tickets, but I no longer need them”

A: Thats totally fine! I will find someone for you to match with! You now take on the role as a seller. 


Q: “I have been matched to a seller, but I don’t need the ticket/s anymore”

A: Sorry to hear that! We will then find someone else for the ticket/s”


Q: “Will you let us know if you have any available?”

A: Yes of course! As soon as I have some available, you will all be notified. I recommend turning our posts notifications on. You can do this by going on my home page and selecting the person shaped icon in the right corner, once selected there should be a “Get Notifications” button. Click that. There will then be a lightning bolt next to the icon to confirm. I am always here for help if you are confused. 


A: “Can I be added to the ___ list”

Q: Yes, although there is no waiting list. Once I let you guys know that there is a ticket available, I will also tell you a specific word (Example: “Green”, “Pink”, “Sweet Creature”) Send me the word that I ask for that is linked to that ticket, and you will be added to a list that will help me randomly draw one of you for the ticket. I want it to be as fair as possible. If you guys prefer a waiting list, please let me know. I want all of you to get a chance. 


Q: “How do I get chosen for tickets, is there something I can do”

A: Demand for tickets is very high at the moment. Send me a request, and also keep on the look out for my posts. I don’t choose for who I think deserves it more, I think you all deserve a chance and a ticket. I don’t single people out if they believe in specific ‘ships’ or if they just created a blog that day. We all support the same person/people and I think thats very important, so no at this moment there is no special way to get a ticket. In the future there may be a list, but no I want this to be as fair as possible. If you disagree or have another opinion, please let me know again I want what works best for all of you! 


Q: “I didn’t get any tickets the last time you had some available”

A: Don’t give up, there will be more to come. It’s only been two days and I have already been able to match people. Just keep your eyes peeled on my account. 


Q: “How much time do people have to be entered on to the list for the  ______ show?”

A: After I notify you all that I have a ticket available. Im giving you all 12 hours to send me the specific word. Please keep in mind that may change depending on if the seller will allow this much time. 


Q: “You didn’t reply, was I not on the list?”

A: If you sent me the word in the correct time, you would have been on the list. If I don’t answer its because I have quite a few messages, but don’t worry nobody is going unnoticed. I see all. 


Q: “Do you have the ticket physically”

A: No, I dont. A direct you to someone who does and is safe/reliable. 
Think of me as a manager. 


Q: “If you manage to get tickets, will the name change to yours?”

A: No, I don’t think the name will change. As far as I’m aware the person who first bought the ticket will have their name on it. 


Q: “Where exactly are you getting the tickets from”

A: Either someone has come to me saying they have some for sale, or I look for them myself through other platforms. 


Q: “For example, if I was able to get a ticket to the Sydney show with your help, will there be a problem when I show them the ticket at the venue…? Because I heard several people saying that they may not let you in if it doesn’t have your name on it or something like that?”

A: From what I’ve heard is that its different for every place. Some people will only be allowed access if the person who originally bought the tickets is there with ID for proof. This is where we get the name ‘concertTeamUp’. So if someone is selling a ticket the buyer can tag along with the person who has their name on the ticket. This way you will be “Teaming Up” and going to the show together. Although some places also don’t need for the person who originally bought the ticket with their name on it to be there. I would suggest calling and/or emailing the venue that you are planning to go to. We would hate for someone to get a ticket but not be allowed access. Let us know if you do contact the venues, we can then make a post about the guidelines for each place, if you guys wish. 


Q: “If I am matched but I don’t respond right away, will it be given away to someone else?” 

A: No. I will wait for your response. If you don’t need the ticket anymore I will give it to someone else though. 


Q: I sent a message but Im not sure you got it, you didn’t reply.”

A: Most cases I have seen it, I just haven’t had the chance to reply. I will get back to you as soon as I can. Again, I didn’t realize my blog would be noticed as much as it is. So don’t panic, I do see all.


Q: “I’m still confused”

A: Thats totally okay! Message me and I will try my best to help you understand! 


Q: “Are you selling two tickets at a time to one person?”

A: I understand people need more than one ticket, so I will try my best for you. If I have two available and you are chosen, you may be in luck.


Q: “Will you tell us details about the ticket?”

A: Normally I will tell you the amount of tickets, the place and the price. Its up to the seller on how much information is to be posted. 


Q: “Are trades available?”

A: Yes! Absolutely!


Q: “I don’t have very many places to share your blog.”

A: That is totally fine! You are not obligated to share my blog. This also does not effect your chances of being chosen for a ticket. 


Q: “Where should I share your blog?”

A: It’s completely up to you! Twitter is a good way, but honestly any form of sharing is good and very appreciated! Please don’t feel pressured though.


Q: “Are there groups of people that I can tag along with?”

A: Yes! I can find you a match! Also feel free to try and start one! Let me know if you do! 


Q: “I know people looking for and buying tickets, should I tell them about you!”

A: Its up to you! It will definitely help though!


Q: “What cities have you sold to?”

A: I may be wrong but from what I remember its been, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Singapore, and New York. 


Q: ”Are you only selling tickets to certain cities?”

A: Whatever tickets for whatever shows find there way over here they will be posted. Im selling for all shows. 


Q: “If you have already sold a ticket for a show, will that be the only one?”

A: No, when more come they will be posted no matter how many times its been sold before on here.


Again I am trying my absolute best for all of you! I want this to be a place where we can connect to one another as fans. Thank you for submitting and also for paying attention. It truly does mean a lot, fingers crossed that I get you your ticket/s!

I hope this clears up some things! Again, please know Im always available for anything. These were the most asked questions, so If more come at a high rate I could make a Part 2. Also I apologize for the length of this post, I hope it helps though! x


Much love to you all, x

-CTU.

Bleh.

Okay, sorry for wigging out earlier. Not only do I make mistakes, I sometimes lose my shit over stupid things. ;)

The truth of the matter is, like a lot of people, I’m often struggling with things in my life that you don’t know about. Sometimes it’s just everyday stress, like all of us feel. Sometimes it’s a lot of stress that all piles up at once. These are the days when I may not have a lot of time for the blog, but I make time for it anyway because I don’t want your questions to sit too long. On days like these, I’m sometimes a little bit foggy or addled and may misunderstand a question or make some other silly error. It happens. It’s no big deal.

Then there are the bad days, the bleak ones. They only happen now and then, but those are the days when I need the blog the most–when your questions give me something else to do, something else to think about. Those are the days when it feels especially nice to know I’m helping and that you’re enjoying and appreciating what I do here. These are the days when I tend to lose my shit when people are unbelievably rude for no apparent reason.

Yes, I need to just ignore people like that. Goodness knows I have blocked enough of them. But I think what got to me about that particular comment was the sense of entitlement, like I owe it to anyone to read more carefully and never be confused–as if I am being paid for my services. Since I’m not actually being paid, it made me feel like a servant, like I somehow owe my time and a flawless product to someone just because they asked a question. It made me feel gross, and on a day when I was already mentally worn out, it didn’t go over well. I’m over it now, though. :)

Thanks to everyone for the kind words and support. I think it’s super cool that you all expressed your disappointment while still supporting my need to do what I needed to do. <3 Although I suppose it may happen eventually, I won’t close the blog right now. Too many of you are still enjoying it and finding it to be helpful, for now, that’s more than enough for me to keep going. I’ll try to do better with ignoring rude people in the future. 

Thanks again for your understanding. :) <3

ETA:

Again, thanks for all of the kind words and support. I’m feeling a lot better today. :)  @oceanspray5 go ahead and send in your question. The ask box is open again. :)

Fragility and Fractures

A/N: This one takes place on Jughead’s birthday. I wrote it before episode nine aired, so forgive me for continuity errors with Ethel! Enjoy :)


Jughead Jones was at a party.

Strange sentence, yes. But when said party happens to be your very own, you tend to be there.

When Betty decided to throw this party, at Archie’s house, Jughead was adamant at first- parties, while baby showers may be, were not his scene. “It’ll be fun,” She said, wide cerulean blue eyes pleading at him, and so he agreed.

But right here, right now, all Jughead wanted to do was curl up with his laptop, or even better, Betty. That clearly wasn’t going to happen, so Jughead had excused himself from the sweaty crowd in Fred’s living room, gone to the kitchen and grabbed a solo cup of coke. Sitting on the  a kitchen  a counter, he hoped it wasn’t laced with anything.

Nonetheless, he sipped it periodically as he glanced at his phone, listening to whatever overplayed pop song that his peers currently danced to.

He checked his texts. One from his dad.

Are you coming home for dinner?

Well, no, he wasn’t, not after he realised that the Serpents dealt with drugs.

And well, he was at his very own birthday party. He typed out a quick reply.

Not today, dad.

He shoved his phone inside his pocket, catching his foot tapping the counter with the pop song’s rhythm. He immediately stopped.

“Hey,” Came a voice from behind him. Jughead jumped, despite the noise.

“Hey.” He said, realizing it was only Ethel.

“So,” She began, going around the counter in front of him, “Happy Birthday. Seventeen!”

He smiled. “Yeah, I’m finally a dancing queen.”

The reference flew over her head.  

“Nevermind. What brings you to Archie’s humble abode?”

“I heard it was your party, which I really couldn’t believe, because Jughead Jones is throwing a party? I knew I had to come here for sure.”

Jughead chuckled and looked at her. “Actually, Betty’s throwing it for me. I’m not really a party person.”

Ethel deflated slightly. “So, you and Betty a thing now?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” Jughead blushed. He was so utterly grateful that he was with Betty. Right now, he was the luckiest guy on earth.

Ethel smiled, in a way that seemed half-hearted. “Cute top she’s wearing.”

Ah, the crown one. Jughead’s very own reference. When he had first seen it, all he could do was laugh. Betty had actively searched for one online.

“She's​…” A ray of sun in his usually-dark life, the paragon of beauty, the best person he’s ever had the pleasure to meet, let alone spend time with- “cute, too.”

Ethel awkwardly nodded, and pursed her lips, still caught in a half-smile.

Thirty seconds passed with an awkward silence. Jughead decided to break it, and stood up.

“I should probably-”

“Archie still has feelings for Betty.”

Her interruption took him by complete surprise.

“What?” He asked. “He still… Does?”

Ethel nodded with sympathy. “I heard Veronica tell Kevin in PE yesterday.”

“You were eavesdropping?”

“No, I just happened to pass by.”

Jughead sighed. “Why are you telling me this, Ethel?”

Ethel’s eyes widened. “I just wanted you to be prepared, you know. And if you need someone to turn to, in case stuff happens…”

It was Jughead’s turn to purse his lips. “Listen, Ethel, I know Archie well, and he wouldn’t do this. I’m dating Betty, too… and I trust her.”

“Fine, Jughead. “ Ethel said, eyes suddenly misty. “I wanted to help.”

“There’s nothing to help with, Ethel. Thanks, though.” Jughead said, annoyed, and left the kitchen.


Half an hour later, after dancing (in his case, shuffling his feet) with Betty, on her request, they both went out to the porch, and sat on the swing.

She leaned in for a kiss. “Happy Birthday, Juggie.”

“Happy, all thanks to you.” He smiled against her lips.

She pulled away. “Oh! I almost forgot. Your birthday gift.” She bent down and pulled out a package- wrapped in blue and gold, haha, from underneath the swing.

He perked an eyebrow. “You hid it under here?”

“What can I say? Betty Cooper is always prepared.”

He laughed. “And may I ask what it is?”

“No.”

“Well, can I open it?”

“Duh.”

His fingers neatly unwrapped the pretty paper- unlike Archie and his sister, who both tore at wrapping like savages. With careful movements, he separated tape and dresses- “Will you hurry up already, Juggie?”

He glanced at her, smirking. “Didn’t think you were that type of unwrapper.”

“I’m not, but just do it already.”

He gave in, being a little more rash with his movements, and put paper aside to reveal-

“A Kindle?”

“You love reading, Jug, and I know you find it difficult finding some books you really want to read, so…Here!”

Jughead’s fingers traced its smooth surface. “Betty, this must have cost you a fortune.”

He said, looking up at her. “I mean, you didn’t have to-”

“Shut up, Jughead. I did. And don’t worry about the cost-that internship over the summer helped.” She held his hand. “Do you like it?”

Jughead hugged her. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received.”

She grinned. “That’s not all.” And pulled out an A3 sized envelope.

“Open that.” She whispered.

His fingers prised the orange packet open, and pulled out a drawing. It was Jellybean and him, sitting in his treehouse, and he knew only one person who was so talented, especially for a ten year old- Jellybean.

‘Happy Birthday’, said a small message on the bottom right corner, right next to her signature.

“It’s from Jellybean.”

Betty smiled, eyes gleaming. “Yes.”

He pulled Betty into another hug. “How did-”

“I asked her.”

“How?”

“Don’t ask so many questions, Jug.”

“Okay,” He said, softly. “Thank you.”

He leaned into their embrace even further.

They both startled when the flash of a camera disturbed them.

“Sorry, Lovebirds. We need pictures of this legendary party.” Veronica grinned.

The couple in question groaned in faux annoyance, but smiled anyway.


It was 10 pm, and the party was still going strong. The gang, which included Jughead, Betty, Archie, Veronica and Kevin, was sitting on the grass lawn behind the Andrew house- speaking of which, Fred Andrews was going to be pissed- in a circle.

Archie was super drunk, after Reggie had coerced him into multiple shots, and even though the sixteen year old was quite muscular, he still couldn’t hold his alcohol. He was just drunkenly giggling, each word slurring, and the buzzed Veronica just rolled her eyes at his shenanigans. Jughead and Betty were amused. Kevin was indifferent.

Although, Archie seemed to be a bit stony I’m attitude towards Jughead.

Truth or Dare was currently going on, and it was the birthday boy’s turn.

Jughead playing Truth or Dare. Another weird concept. This one night was the teenest of a teen he’d ever been.

“Jughead, pick one.” Veronica said. “Truth, or Dare.”

“As the name of the game suggests,” He said. He wasn’t going to spill out his life story to anyone right now, so the latter it was. “Dare.”

“Kiss anyone in this circle.” Veronica told him.

“Oh, come on.” Kevin protested. “Give ‘im something harder!”

“Nope, that’s it.” Veronica shook her head, lips curling up.

“Really? Anyone? That’s your dare?” Jughead raised an eyebrow.

“Mhmm.”

“Then I’m not going to complain,” he said, turning to Betty, asking for permission with a questioning nod, and once he received a blushing nod back, their lips connected.

Another flash.

“Will you cut it out?” Jughead said. “At least try to be discreet.”

“Never,” Veronica said, putting her phone away. “This is going on Instagram. Hashtag Bughead.”

“Bughead?” Betty asked incredulously. “Bug- head. Really?”

“It’s endearing, and unique, and ‘Jetty’ doesn’t roll right off the tongue.” Kevin said. “So Bughead it is.”

Jughead pretended not to notice the glares Archie was throwing his way, and had been since they’d sat down.

They were about to move on, but Archie interjected. “Jughead, can I speak to you?” He mumbled.

Betty and Jug looked at each other.

“…Sure, Arch.” Jughead said. “Come get a drink with me.”

The two boys stood up, Archie slightly unsteady, and with a furtive glance behind him, at his girlfriend, Jughead entered the kitchen, redhead in tow.

Jughead took a red solo cup and lifted a bottle of coke, pouring its black contents into it. “Want some?” Jughead said.

“Jughead, did you ask Betty out just to get revenge on me?”

Jughead stopped, almost spilling the fizzy drink onto the white counter. He thought his ears stopped working. “Um, what?”

“I said, did you ask Betty out to get revenge on me? For the July 4th thing?”

“Two things, Arch. One, definitely not, and two, you’re too drunk to have his conversation.” Jughead said, looking over his shoulder with disbelief.

“Are you sure, Jug? Is it because I said no to her?”

Jughead’s hands clenched into fists. “Archie, we will not have this conversation, not right now.”

“Jug, tell me, or I’ll ask her.”

“Okay, don’t, just wait till tomorrow.”

Archie ignored him and started for the door.

“Okay, Arch, stop. No, not everything revolves around you. I genuinely have feelings for Betty and I’m almost sure she returns them.” Jughead moved in front of him. “I thought we were friends. I called you my brother.” Archie slumped.

“And you are! But what, exactly, is your problem with Betty and I?”

Archie looked at him with helplessness. “I may…”

“May what?”

“Have feelings for her.” Archie finished.

Was Archie kidding Jughead right now? The redhead was dating Valerie, and Jughead was pretty sure he liked Veronica too. Hell, he’d kissed Cheryl as well. And he’d already broken Betty’s heart.

“Archie? Are you kidding me?”

“No. I genuinely want to be with her. I made a mistake that night, the worst  a mistake of my life, probably.” Archie said, leaning against the wall, hands in pockets.

Jughead took a deep breath to calm himself. He was angry, angry beyond belief, but he needed to keep his cool. Archie was drunk.

“Archie…”

“Jughead, you need to do me a favour.”

Jughead looked at him, deadpanned face. “And this favour is?”

“Break up with-”

“You think Betty’s a favour?”

“Jughead.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t break up with her because you told me too. I won’t break up with her at all, unless she ends it. Archie, no.”

“Jughead, I took you in-”

“I’ll move out, then!”

“Jughead, no-”

Jughead’s palms were clammy, his skin was crawling with ants, he was angry, furious, and he was getting suffocated in this kitchen. He needed to leave, get out, get some fresh air, anything.

“Archie, I love Betty, and you need to check yourself.” Jughead said, smooth and calm. “You’ve already broken her heart, and now you’ll probably break Valerie’s. I don’t know what to say or do that’ll help you.”

Archie’s face betrayed his emotions- both boys were irate.

“Jughead-”

“Boys?” Veronica said from the threshold, Betty and Kevin in tow. Archie and Jughead’s spat had apparently attracted attention. “What’s going on?”

Archie’s eyes fell upon Betty, and with unsteady legs, he moved towards her. “Betty, I have something to say…”

Jughead couldn’t possibly listen the the rest of it. He needed some air, he needed to leave the room, he needed all of this to stop. The universe wasn’t under his control, although, but he could… Leave.

With not word, he pushed himself off the counter, gave Archie the most hateful look he could muster up, and moved to the door.

“Jug, where are you-”

He looked up at Betty’s concerned eyes, and could only bring himself to shake his head. He needed to get out. Now. Fast. Before he imploded.

Breaking his gaze with Betty’s, he moved past her with a jerky movement and left the room, the house, Archie’s porch, and finally out on the road.

He swiveled about in two directions- where would he go? His dad’s? But any thought of going back into that stuffy trailer held no appeal. Open air was his goal.

Above Pop’s diner it would be.

Surprisingly, and thankfully, no one followed him, not even Betty. His heart twitched at that. But, with fast strides, almost running, he walked the short walk to the neon-lit building.

His mind was a jumbled mess of hurt sayings towards Archie, fearful mutterings that Betty would choose Archie, and guilt, though he couldn’t place why. In was October, not very hot, especially in Canada, but Jughead’s beanie and jacket were suffocating him.

His strides faster, relief when he finally caught sight of the neon banner- and instead of entering the front door, he went round that back, located the ladder that always seemed to be there, climbed its rusty rungs, and finally settled near the lit-up diner’s sign..He was hidden from view, but he could see people approaching. Only Betty knew of this particular hiding spot, even though it was one he visited only when he was in emotional anguish.

This counted.

He took deep breaths to calm himself down, mind still reeling.

He bit his lip and looked up at the star-studded sky, year’s worth of observing constellations with Archie leading him to identify each one immediately.

Archie.

Betty.

He was stuck in a cliché love triangle, a concept which he openly despised after reading same, boring old versions of it in numerous books. He was a hypocrite, it seemed.

He was livid at Archie. That July Fourth incident was nothing- this was crossing the line. Liquor induced or not, Archie was…

Jughead grit his teeth, removing the crown beanie from his head and setting it beside him; his hand running through his father’s raven locks, which both he and Jellybean had inherited.

It just occurred to him that he was, maybe, being overly dramatic, opting to storm off in a rage rather than stay and let communication take care of things. He was here already, though. He closed his eyes and leant back against some piping.

“Jughead Jones.”

He opened his eyes, evidently taken by surprise. “Betty?”

“Who else?” The girl in question came into view. Her arms were folded.

Jughead said nothing, meeting her gaze.

“Jughead, I heard everything.”

Dismay ploughed through his body. “From the beginning?”

Betty nodded. “Yep.”

“Betty…”

“Jughead, if you underestimate me so much that you think I’d forget our entire relationship and go back to Archie, then you underestimate me.”

Jughead bowed his head. “I was angry. So, so angry, because a part of me is always insecure that you still have feelings for him, and I’m…”

“What? A rebound?”

Silence permeated, which betrayed Jughead’s answer.

“Jughead, I’m sorry, but if you think I’m as shallow as that, then maybe this relationship won’t work out.”

“Betty, no- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Jug, you just walked out like that, right before I realised that he still… Whatever, but it got me thinking that you were willing to just let the whole thing we have go, because of Archie, who’s drunk!” Betty gesticulated wildly.

“I am furious at Archie, Jug, but I’m furious at you, too. Yes, it’s your birthday, but you can’t walk out without talking to me first. I thought we had a mature relationship, but communication is key, Jug!”

Jughead stood up and took her hand. “Betty, I’m sorry. I just needed air, I was furious too. And please don’t end this.”

Betty pulled herself closer. “I won’t, Jug. And it’s okay, just don’t do it again.”

Jughead kissed her, and that was his reply.

He walked her to his original spot, and they sat down together side by side, him playing with her hand and her playing with his beanie-free hair.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Simple. When you’re upset, you go to Pop’s. When you’re annoyed and frustrated, you go to the Drive In. And when you’re angry, or really, really sad, then you come here.”

“Okay, you know me well.”

“Mhmm.”

Their hands intertwined.

“Juggie, I heard you say that you…love me.”

Jughead blushed. “Um, yes, I do, Betts.”

“I love you too, Jug.” She cupped his cheeks and kissed him, slow and peaceful and reassuring and calming, everything he needed right now.

She loved him, he loved her, and even though they were just seventeen, future uncertain, what mattered was right now and right here.

“Hands down; best birthday gift ever.”


A sharp rapping on the mesh frame of FP Jones’s trailer was what woke Jughead up from his position on the couch. He didn’t want to stay at Archie’s last night, so he’d turned to his dad, whom he’d found passed out in the arm chair. After helping him back to bed, Jughead had curled up in his current position.

With a wince, he sat up. The couch had a broken spring, and his left shoulder was ever so sore.

Another knock. “Coming!” He said, pulling his beanie on and getting up.

On opening the door, he found Archie, evidently hung over, with mussed-up hair and a tired face.

No niceties. Jughead didn’t think he deserved it. “Go away.” And he made to shut the door.

“Jughead, wait, I’m so so sorry.”

Jughead stopped the door, and stared at him, brow furrowed. “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Jug, please, I was drunk.”

“That’s not going to excuse anything.”

“I know, Jug, please let me in.”

Jughead complied, though that didn’t mean he forgave Archie.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts and calls.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Jughead said, plonking himself on the couch. “All I want to do is punch you right now.”

“I get it, Jug. What I did is inexcusable, and hurt both your and Betty’s feelings. I guess I took you granted.”

Jughead narrowed his eyes. “Surprisingly accurate.”

“I had a chance with Betty, and I ruined it, and I guess she’s happy with you. Part of me was confused and jealous, and after I downed,like, eight beers yesterday, it all came spilling out. My ego prevented me from understanding why Betty was happy with someone else, and when this someone else was you… I was hurt.”

Jughead, arms crossed, met Archie’s eyes with a steely gaze. The redhead continued.

“And nothing will ever excuse the fact that I asked you to break up with her for me. I don’t know what I was thinking, Jug. I am so, incredibly sorry. I’m not good with words, but I just want you to know that I would do anything to redeem myself. I hate myself because I ruined  a your birthday, too.”

Jughead replied. “What about Betty, Veronica and Valerie?”

“I apologised to Betty just now. After this, Veronica and Valerie.”

“Okay.”

“Jughead, I’m going to say this again, and I won’t ever stop- I’m so sorry.”

Jughead stood up, crossed over to the counter, and leaned on it. “How am I supposed to live with the fact that I know you still like Betty?”

“I’ll get over it, like she got over me.”

Jughead bit his lip. “Archie, I’m never going to forget this, but I forgive you.”

Archie looked visibly relieved, chest heaving. “You don’t know how much that means to me, Jug.”

“Okay, but things aren’t going back to what they were before immediately, Archie. I’m still hurt, Betty’s still hurt, and who knows about Valerie, but it’s great to know​ that at least you’re sorry for your incendiary ways.”

“So much, so much that you won’t believe it.”

They both smiled softly at each other.

The friendship, although cracked, still remained intact.


Jughead yawned as he clocked out of his shift at Pop’s. After the Drive-In had closed, he needed a job, and after Hermione Lodge left, a spot had opened up for him. Their financial situation wasn’t great, so Jughead really needed this.

This wasn’t to say that he was tired though. He looked forward to curling up with a book, or maybe sneaking up to Betty’s room.

He shrugged off his uniform, shrugged on his jacket, switched the lights off, and left the diner with the bell ringing behind him.

He immediately tripped, though, when a flash of light and a huge ‘surprise!’ took him off guard.

“Crap.” He said, cradling the hand he’d landed on. He looked up at all his friends- Betty, Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and Joaquin.

“Oh gosh, Jug, you okay?” Betty said, bending and helping him up.

“I’m fine,” He winced. “What’s going on?”

“Well,” Betty started, a hopeful smile on her face, hands clasped in his, “After your birthday last week went, well awry…”

“We decided to throw you, or gently hand you an amazing night, the ultimate movie marathon of your choice.”
“Oh guys, this is too much…”

“Nonsense.” Archie said. He was noticeably standing further away from Betty and Veronica. He’d apologised, but things were still slightly awkward.

“Come on, we must make it up to you.” Betty said, squeezing his hand.

Jughead grinned. “Okay. As long as we binge watch Hitchcock.”

Kevin groaned, but his smile said something different.

So, hand in hand with Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones walked away from Pop’s surrounded by his friends. Relationships were still mending and new ones were forming, some people were sorry, some weren’t, and betrayals still ran rampant, but he was happy, at least for now.

anonymous asked:

Love your writing so much! Can I have Svt reacting to you tripping while trying to walk up to them during a fan meet pls!

yep yep yep!

THIS GOT LONG

seungcheol: depending on how bad the trip was (LMAO), he’d ask if you were alright, and help you up if you needed it, or ask anyone standing by to help you. if you were alright, he’d laugh it off. “yah, you really shouldn’t be so clumsy”

Originally posted by withjunhui

jeonghan: “oh?” [laughs] “are you okay?” jeonghan would be just as much of a sweetheart as well, may even leave a small note referencing it if you gave him anything to sign

Originally posted by jeonhhan

jisoo: “oh no! did you have a nice trip?” MOST LIKELY TO MAKE A BAD JOKE. still checks to make sure you’re okay, though. “I trip a lot too, so don’t worry about it!”

Originally posted by jihanlife

jun: “waah! did you want to see me that badly?” makes a few cheesy jokes, and teases you lightly about it. “it was cute though, please don’t mind it~”

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

soonyoung: “hey, someone help them up!” is one of the only ones who gets genuinely concerned, but never fails to shine his signature smile at you afterwards.

Originally posted by hoshi-ssi

wonwoo: probably didn’t notice until you stood back up, or until one of the other members warned him. “do you need some help? so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention.”

Originally posted by visual-17

jihoon: “ah, no, you shouldn’t be falling just to see me,” he laughs as you stand up. doesn’t mention it as you finally walk to him, but did think it was kind of cute, on purpose or not.

Originally posted by woozioppa

seokmin: is honestly one of the ones that would laugh quite a bit. once he’s calmed down though, he’ll comfort you that it’s okay. “I fall quite a lot at the dorm with my other members too.”

Originally posted by pabospoiler

mingyu: THIS BIG PUPPY WOULD LITERALLY RUN OVER TO HELP YOU !!!!!!! “hey, you shouldn’t be falling like that! that’s dangerous” [laughs] literally the embodiment of a pure puppy

Originally posted by fuckyeahmingyu

minghao: “no one’s going to help them? they’re all so mean, not getting up to help you.” coolly helps you get up and asks if you’re alright, and believe, you’ve left a mark in his mind now

Originally posted by mystarsandmoonhao

seungkwan: he’d be the type to giggle just a little bit, but he wouldn’t hesitate to help you immediately. “at least you fell with style and grace.”

Originally posted by hanwooz

hansol: this awkward fuck will stare at you on the ground for like five seconds until making his way around and asking “are you okay? that looked like it hurt,” basically another one of the genuinely concerned members

Originally posted by sneezes

chan: “you aren’t crying, right?” chan is so sweet about it, and he’d be all smiles once he sees that you’re fine. “i’ll spend extra time with you if it makes you feel better!”

Originally posted by livelovelunch

-admin steph

Who we are. Season 12 leading to AU Cas

So. Season 12 had multiple episodes about WHO WE ARE.

12x04: Magda is NOT who her mother tells her she is.

12x05: Ellie is NOT anything like her blood relative Hitler.

12x11: Dean is NOT who he portrays himself to be due to his ‘baggage’. He is a kind, friendly, generous soul who wants to help people and also is a BAMF Hunter.

12x12: Cas tells the boys that THE THINGS THEY HAVE SHARED TOGETHER HAVE CHANGED ME…. I LOVE YOU….

Originally posted by mishacolins

12x20: Alesha and the other twig dolls are who they are still because their HEART is the key, even though their vessels are not ‘real’, BUT they are somewhat still controlled by someone else when needed, otherwise they still are exactly themselves to the point that Tasha’s kids didn’t even know she wasn’t right and it would appear that they THEMSELVES don’t even know that they are not themselves.

12x21-22: Mary is NOT herself because her free will is taken away, linked to the heart. She is brainwashed. Dean breaks her out of it by addressing how HE is not himself when he puts on his facade, now essentially breaking it down.

12x23: An Alternative Universe is brought into play where alternative versions of characters are likely and some are showed as proof of this, then Cas suddenly dies.

*Tink looks into the camera*

There is therefore a very important theme for season 12 in this and it seems to be from the narrative and from leaks from Jibcon to be very relevant to Cas in season 13.

Will we see AU CAS? It seems highly likely with all the effort gone into this season showing us how HEART and MEMORIES shape a person, but it is the HEART that it key to WHO THEY ARE, that they would want to PROVE this.

The fact that Cas TEXTUALLY SAYS that knowing the boys has CHANGED HIM, as a nice exposition and foreshadowing to meeting a Cas from a universe where Sam and Dean were never born!

So, will AU CAS be won over and essentially become our Cas? That seems messy and unrealistic but hey, perhaps. 

More likely maybe is that the boys interact with AU CAS and it is just another blatant exposition for the audience that Dean is not coping well with HIS CAS’s death, that THIS IS NOT HIS CAS (in a 12x20 promo but stronger way), to build up for when he does get HIS CAS back at some point… 

Will this Cas be won over by Dean? Most probably in some way yes, because the theme of season 12 is that his heart should still be the same, but he will be pre s4 Cas or shaped by his own life in this AU. But how long will we go on with this story? Who knows.

All I know is that in the end I am 99% sure that either AU Cas will essentially become our Cas (least likely speculation) or that this AU Cas will be an exposition to Dean’s feelings about HIS CAS and an exposition for Cas’s own endgame arc of being WITH the boys, choosing his family, Humanity and Dean, before we get our Cas back in some way (perhaps THROUGH AU Cas and Jack, but I don’t have any real plot driven speculation, I just work on the character led stuff).

So yeah, I hope this is the case, it would be great to see AU Cas and I do LOVE me some Pining!Dean, but only as long as we and Dean get our Cas back please :D

Sportacus’s Day Off

(based off of a discussion between @rikkihannerbestur @snuffles05 @kitschdemotic and @sportafloppityflip)

  Sportacus had never been this exhausted in his entire life. Usually, he could keep himself going for hours on end due to Sportscandy offerings from the children and his natural high energy, but today was an exception. He found himself trudging through the cobblestone streets, his head lowered and his shoulders slumped; his back was hurting tremendously and he was tired beyond all means.

   He reached the town square where all the children were playing and made his way towards a nearby bench, sitting down and resting his entire body from a long week of work and heroic tasks. The children, noticing that their ever-so-active superhero was sitting still for the first time in his life, came over with confused expressions plastered on their faces. This was NOT the Sportacus they knew.

  “Are you doing alright, Sportacus?” Stephanie was the first to speak, her voice mature, unlike the others who still spoke faster than a racecar and were hard to comprehend.

  “I..I’ve been better..I’ll tell you the truth.” Sportacus took a deep breath and felt his bones crack upon that sudden movement. “I need more sleep..I need to rest.”

   Upon hearing this the children backed away a bit, and Stephanie came back a few moments later with a warm blanket and a pillow. She positioned Sportacus in a sleeping position on the bench and covered him with the necessities before smiling and hugging him. The children all went inside in order to allow Sportacus to sleep, and he was extremely thankful for it.

 He found sleep easy to obtain as he immediately dozed off, unaware that another person was watching him from a nearby bush. Robbie Rotten fist pumped into the air as he noticed the hero doze off, a grimy smile forming on his face. It had never been THIS easy to catch Sportacus, for he was always moving..but this was his chance!

    Of course…he wouldn’t hurt him. No..no..he wasn’t that cruel. All he really wanted to do was take Sportacus back to his lair and keep him hostage so the children would finally listen to him. Without their precious hero, they would have no choice but to listen to Robbie’s daily rants about laziness and follow his rules.

 Robbie lept from his hiding place with glee, sneaking over to Sportacus and lifting him ever so slightly onto his shoulder as he headed back to his chute, climbing down and putting Sportacus on his orange chair for comfort. A dastardly grin formed on his face as he thought of all the rules he could make in Lazytown..all the fun and games that would be ruined and the quiet, lovely silence that it would bring-

 He suddenly noticed how tired Sportacus looked. His face had much more frown lines than usual, and his eyes suddenly had darker bags that Robbie had never noticed before. There were bruises on his arms from failed flip attempts and the man looked utterly exhausted. He had never seen Sportacus so vulnerable…so tired..so..lazy.

     No. You have to be the villain. You have to keep him hostage…not help him out with the children..that’s..that’s a stupid t..though…t

 Robbie growled as he looked at the extra Sportacus disguise he had stashed in one of his costume tubes, his eyebrows furrowing as he rubbed his chin. The hero HAD saved him once..or tons of times. He was always nice to him..maybe he should be helped out.

 I’m a villain. He reminded himself as he pulled the Sportacus costume onto his tall, skinny frame, sighing in disgust. But, I’m a villain with standards. He helped me countless times..time for me to help him.

  He climbed up the chute and headed towards the group of kids in the middle of town, wincing as he noticed they were playing a game of soccer, and knowing that he would have to join in the fun because now he would be seen as the titular hero. A growl escaped his throat, but he subdued the rest deep in his chest, knowing he was doing this for a reason. Not because he was nice..no no no..but because he was a villain..and-

  He didn’t really have any reasoning for this.

 Immediately the kids spotted him, and bright grins spread across their innocent, young faces. Of course, Stephanie recognized Robbie in the stupid rip-off costume, but she kept the secret from the children, enjoying the fact that Robbie was even out of his lair and was nice enough to try to pass off as Sportacus to help the hero out. She stepped out in front of the group of kids and handed the soccer ball to SportaRobbie (HA SEE WHAT I DID THERE-ahem), a sly grin forming on her face.

 “Want to play? We are kinda uneven, so if you join the team we will have enough players to actually play the game.”

  Robbie looked at the soccer ball and was instantly reminisced of his own childhood, in which he was always picked last for every game and usually excluded from his peers’ shenanigans altogether. That was the main reason he was so lazy..he was never given the chance by his peers to show his self-worth.

   They had determined it for him.

Now, he was the one being picked first for the game. He was the one whom they ended their own game to include. It took everything in him NOT to cry in front of these brats, who waited patiently for him to make a decision. He reached towards the ball, placing it into his own two hands, and Stephanie patted him on the back.

  He was surprised on how much fun soccer really was. Moving around and sweating wasn’t really that big of a deal when you were having so much fun and enjoying yourself..and it didn’t even feel like a chore as he had first thought. He found himself scoring more goals than the children and received high fives from everyone every score he made, a bright smile on his face and warmth in his heart. When he finally helped his team, which consisted of Stephanie and Trixie, win the game, everyone was immensely proud of him and treated him like royalty.

 All of the recognition he had craved for years.

  Stephanie soon pulled him aside away from the other kids after his big win, a huge grin on her face and a knowing look in her eyes. “Robbie..this is the first time you’ve done something for others..rather than yourself. And look how much fun it was!”

  Robbie cringed at the fact that his disguise had been found out, but he knew Stephanie was smarter than the rest of the children and the oldest. Pinky was right, however, and that was what stabbed him in the stomach the most. Him? Play games with the children? In the past, he would have knocked that idea away as a funny joke..but now..it sounded like a splendid idea.

  “I..it was f..fun. I’ll admit it..” He sighed and looked anywhere but the girl’s eyes, trying to get out of this confrontation.

  “Robbie..you don’t have to hide in your lair anymore. Come play with us more! Come outside more and enjoy the sun! I..Isn’t it lonely in there?” Stephanie took the man’s hands and looked up at him. “We enjoy your company..your our friend too!”

     At this Robbie found himself tearing up, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He dashed to his lab and opened the chute, sliding down with no restraint and landing on the cold hard floor of his lair, not noticing that Sportacus was standing right above him with a sly grin on his face.

 “Oh what do you want..Sportaloser..just leave me alone, okay?”

Sportacus chuckled and helped the man up, trying to hide the grin from his face but failing.

   “How about we trade places more? It’s making you a touchy feely person..you need that interaction with the children!”

     Robbie growled, angry that Sportacus knew what he had done for him, and he stomped his foot. “Because I am the villain..and I only did that once. What they were saying was a lie..they could never be friends with the villain..all I do is trick and deceive and-”

  Sportacus cut him off swiftly. “You didn’t deceive them, Robbie. You helped me. They needed someone to play with and you took the responsibility. Whether you like it or not, Robbie..you aren’t necessarily the evilest of all villains. You have a soft spot for the children.”

   Robbie grunted and stepped past Sportacus back to the chute at this realization, the costume still on his body and he looked at Sportacus with a menacing look, even though it was totally fake.

   “Mondays and Wednesdays, I get the children, okay? You can do whatever sporty crap you wanna do on the other days. Leave those days free for ME.”

 And with that, Robbie was off outside, running to the children with child-like glee and joining in their game of jump rope.

A Kiss, Perhaps?

I’m super self-indulgent, and I’m procrastinating, and so this quick lil thing came around. Someone tell me to do my homework. Or get me an Ignis, though that would be counterproductive.


  • Your math course is really kicking your ass this semester. You can’t lose this scholarship because of one class, but you’re beyond frustrated and you need a newer, more immediate goal to get you through this bout of homework.
  • Luckily for you, you’re dating Ignis Scientia, the ultimate study buddy. You enlist him for help.
  • He doesn’t seem to relate to your problem – the promise of a degree was enough for him – but he still helps out.
  • The deal is this: for every math problem you get correct, he’ll give you a kiss. That’s a bargain you definitely can’t resist, and he knows it.
  • You get your kisses, because now that you’re a little bit less distracted by how badly you don’t want to do the homework, you realize it’s actually pretty easy.
  • And then the last five questions on the worksheet come along.
  • You work the problem, but the answer isn’t right, so you erase the marks and redo the problem, except you still don’t get it right, so you erase that and do the problem again, and you still don’t get it right. Frustration levels are rising.
  • Ignis suggests going over your notes, and in doing so you find notes taken for problems like this specifically. You sigh.
  • So you finish the problem. Ignis leans in to give you your kiss. 
  • Now, listen, all the kisses up until now had been rather chaste. No more than small pecks, really. But that was because you blew through those problems with ease.
  • He kisses you, and you’re the one that pulls back because you’re not expecting it to last any longer than that. Ignis turns your head back towards him with one finger and kisses you again, longer this time.
  • You’re borderline making out, and then he pulls away.
  • You’re breathless, and when you ask him why that kiss was different, he simply replies that you put more work into the problem, so he put more work into the kiss.
  • Oh boy.
  • It’s the second of the big five. You get tripped up by the numbers a few times and have to redo it twice, but you get the answer eventually. Well. You got it faster when you saw Ignis biting his lip. 
  • Ignis cups your face with both hands this time, kissing you deeply. There’s a little tongue this time, but he pulls away when he hears you drop your pencil.
  • He licks his lips and looks at you over his glasses. “Three more problems. Get to it.”
  • You pout, because now you really don’t wanna do these anymore, but you don’t really have a choice. Ignis is stubborn, and you weren’t going to get anywhere unless he said you were.
  • The third problem is actually pretty easy, it’s just a really long problem. It takes a few minutes, but you get it done.
  • Ignis pulls you into his lap and kisses you, perhaps too passionately, and he’s pulling away quite abruptly. 
  • “I think this might be counterproductive,” he mutters, staring at your currently abandoned homework. 
  • “Who cares?” You reply, pulling him back into another kiss. You settle yourself more comfortably, straddling him now. You smirk at him when you pull away, because he looks really conflicted. “I think we’ve done enough math tonight.”
  • Well. Ignis supposes that’s a compelling enough argument. There were 50 questions in the packet anyways, two problems were inconsequential. Yes, a compelling argument indeed.
  • Ignis takes his glasses off and smirks at you.
  • It’s a fun night.

If given a good enough argument, even Ignis will abandon his studies.

Hoe tip: what to keep in your purse on a night out

1. Money- ALWAYS have money. You never know what could happen. I always keep around $20 with me when I go out in case I end up needing something.

2. Driver’s License or some form of ID- a driver’s license is obvious if you’re a driver and you just keep it in your wallet. However, if you don’t drive yet or you for some reason don’t have your license on you unless you’re driving, you should always have some form of ID, even if it’s just your school ID. Before I started driving I kept my school ID and a piece of paper in my wallet that had my first and last name, address, and a parent’s phone number on it. If something happens to you (like you get in a car accident) and you can’t tell anyone who you are, they’ll see that in your wallet and be able to notify your parent/guardian.

3. Medications- any medications that you may end up needing. I always have some of my prescriptions on me in case I need them, some ibuprofen, my inhaler, and birth control in case I end up being out later than I expected, then I can still take it on time.

4. House key- even though there’s almost always someone home or a way to get in, I keep a house key on me just in case something happens and I need a way to get in my house.

5. Pepper spray- this may seem like doing the most but I feel like if you’re a female you definitely need it. Just in case.

6. Blotting sheets- always helpful if you’re oily or wear makeup, you can touch up whenever you need to.

7. Chapstick- because you never want to be anywhere without Chapstick. Ever.

8. Whatever lipstick I’m wearing that night- because lipstick always ends up needing touch ups at some point.

9. Portable phone charger- these things are LIFE. SAVING. You can get them for cheap on Amazon and all you do is charge them like you would charge your phone and then keep them in your purse with a cord, and when you need to charge your phone you can. If you get a good one, it can charge your phone to almost 100% from dead.

10. Condoms- just in case. Even on nights when I go out and I’m not planning on doing anything (which is most nights), I keep two condoms in my purse. You can never rely on the other person and you should never have just one because you never know what could happen!

These are just the basics for me, and of course this list can be tweaked to suit anyone’s needs. I would probably carry more useless stuff, but I have a small purse 😅

The Care and Keeping Of Your Matchmaker, Chapter Three

Title: The Care and Keeping Of Your Matchmaker (Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three)
Series: Tales of Zestiria
Pairing: Sorey/Mikleo
Summary: Sorey picks up a new babysitting client for some extra cash. He didn’t exactly count on a six-year-old trying to hook him up with her older brother. (Modern/Highschool AU)

IN THIS EPISODE: Sorey gets invited over for dinner, and Mikleo wants to jump out a window.

WARNING: POTENTIAL BERSERIA SPOILERS

Link: AO3 / FF.net

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On Wednesdays, Sorey got a ride from his mother to school. It was at her insistence – with the multiple jobs she worked to make ends meet, they rarely got any meaningful time together. Sorey’s biological father was always coming up with new, creative, and underhanded ways to get out of paying child support, so they’d long since stopped relying on any money from that end. Over the years, they’d learned to scrimp, and save, and go without – but his mother always went out of her way to keep her Wednesday mornings open, no matter what jobs she had on her plate, to drop Sorey off at school on her salvaged, souped-up, beloved, ultra-cool motorcycle. It was a vintage hand-me-down from his grandpa, and the magnificent creature was kept in top shape with his mom’s thrifty gearhead skills. It was his mother’s second son, and Sorey’s own little brother. His loud, fast little brother.

They zipped down the streets, Sorey’s arms wrapped tight around his mother’s waist as she steered them toward his high school.

“I HEARD FROM ROSE THAT YOU GOT A NEW BABYSITTING JOB?” shouted Selene over the noise of the wind and the engine.

“WHAT?” shouted Sorey over the noise of the same.

“I HEARD FROM ROSE THAT YOU GOT A NEW BABYSITTING JOB!”

“YEAH, I GOT A NEW JOB. IT’S FOR BABYSITTING. ROSE SET IT UP FOR ME.”

“WHO DID? I THOUGHT IT WAS ROSE?”

“ROSE GOT IT FOR ME, MOM.”

“OH, THAT’S NICE OF HER. SHE’S GOT THAT BUSINESS SENSE.”

“SHE SMELLS LIKE WHAT?”

“BUSINESS SENSE!”

“OH. YEAH, I GUESS SHE DOES KINDA SMELL LIKE THAT.”

The rush of wind around them filled the silence as Sorey struggled to pick through his mother’s odd choice of metaphor.

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Will Solace Headcanons

mostly because i love my sun

  • Will has most of his freckles on his back and shoulders
  • His favorite album is Vessel from twenty one pilots (big ukulele sucker)
  • He only wears flip flops or hightops there is no in between
  • Refuses to believe he is sick
  • Will *with a fever, runny nose, and about thirty seconds away from throwing up*: What are you talking about, I am the healthiest person at this camp, I can work today just let me vomit in the trash can really quick
  • Also refuses to believe that he is injured
  • for example one time he got this really bad gash on his stomach during a battle and he worked so hard trying to heal other people he didn’t think about healing himself
  • People noticed he was hurt when he started to bleed though his shirt and his hastily applied bandages
  • It took three Ares kids to hold him down and two other Apollo kids to stitch him back up because he kept struggling because people still needed to be healed and ‘I AM THE EPITOME OF GOOD HEALTH GUYS JUST LET ME GO!!!’
  • His lips get really chapped very easily and it doesn’t help that he’s constantly licking them and biting off the skin as he works
  • Sneezes when he lies
  • The first real time Nico caught his eye was during the Battle of Manhattan. When Will was trying to help someone that was injured get to safety, and he ended up tripping and a monster stood over him ready to kill Will but all of the sudden a skeleton warrior kills the monster. Out of the corner of his eye he sees this scrawny kid, that radiated power, and despite the fighting, he didn’t look a bit afraid as he ordered the skeletons around, if anything he looked proud about what he had done. Will owed his life to Nico, and was smitten ever since.
  • Only starts dating Nico awhile after his dad turns into a teenager (Apollo ships it more than anyone, has written 15 haikus about their first date plus three different songs)
  • Doesn’t believe is lost causes
  • he will try to save someone even if they are long gone, because if they do die he wants them to die knowing that he never gave up on them
  • My personal favorite is;
  • Will was always self conscious about how he couldn’t fight as well as his siblings and was only good at healing so Apollo blessed him and gave him the power to absorb peoples pain, and fill them with good memories and hope
  • It works for physical and emotional pain
  • the problem is that Will has to absorb the pain that he takes so he will constantly feel waves of heartbreak and hopelessness, He will feel stab wounds that aren’t there for hours, he goes to bed with his bones on fire, and feels like his blood is boiling due to poison that isn’t running through his blood
  • He hasn’t told anyone about this blessing, not even to his siblings or to Nico
  • He can also absorb anger, because all anger comes from some sort of pain
  • But he takes peoples pain with a smile, because as long as he is doing something to help he will do anything, no matter how much it may hurt