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Friends part 9 PREVIEW


On Tuesday night, you were in your pajamas that consist Bucky’s gray shirt and a pair of shorts. You were eating dinner when you hear the doorbell ring, you don’t even think about, you run to answer but your heart stops when you see Steve there.

“What happened? He is hurt?” You ask pulling him to a hug, you feel the tears in your face. You have to put yourself together “He is alive, he has a few broken ribs, one broken arm and he hit his head pretty hard. But the reason I am here, it’s because the mission took a lot of him mentally, he needs to talk to someone and he is not talking to me. Do you mind, giving a try?”

You take a deep breath, he is alive and for now, that is all the matter “Of course not, let me put some shoes and grab my purse.” You wipe the tears off your face putting some jeans and the first pair of shoes that you can find “Come on, let’s go.”

The 45-minute ride until the compound is long and silent. You are too nervous, hoping that he is okay while Steve was focusing on the road. You notice that Steve has a bruised cheek and he looks really tired “Why didn’t you called me? You could be sleeping right now.”

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anonymous asked:

hi! just stopping by to thank you because your view on faith and god has really helped me affirm my own views. it seemed for a long time like nobody saw christianity the way i do and to see someone that thinks along similar lines as me has helped me feel more certain and doubt my faith less. i know it's not really an intentional thing but i wanted to thank you all the same. 💛

it’s an honor to be able to give that affirmation to you! there’s always a space for you in this faith. all my blessings 💐

anonymous asked:

unsolicited anon opinion but I also find myself using way more commas and run on sentences when writing sex scenes and tbh I prefer to read sex scenes that way too and I think it's bc for me it feels more like sex? It's a lot of shorter actions and moments but it's all one long building physical action and run ons can capture that in a way that the full stop sentence structure can kind of disrupt? Idk if that makes sense but ur def not alone in the sex commas

SEX COMMAS!! That is my new favorite phrase, anon. xD And thank you for this validation! You’re right, longer sentences do give it a certain flow. I actually was just doing some editing and ended up making two sentences even longer, because it just seemed more ~rhythmic that way. Soooo I’ll try not to worry about it so much, haha. Thank you!

anonymous asked:

Floozy!Hi I feel like you would give the best advice, I was best friends with these girls and I've drifted apart and don't speak to them anymore and they are all still friends. We have a snap streak and all we do is send one pic to keep the streak.We also follow each other on insta but recently they've stopped liking my pics and they weren't always the nicest and they've had their family members unfollow me on insta. Do you think i should cut them off or am I looking too much into it?Thank you!

honestly this maybe bc i’m a binch who loves to snip snip but cut them out, just slowly stop interacting with them all together and then block them in like two weeks. Sorry you’re going through this angel i wish it was the norm to be upfront like we are with relationships bc the slow dissolve of friendships really suck

“I’d rather not,” I made a face.  Alec’s dogged tenaciousness thus far in the conversation was giving me the impression he would be hard to convince without a good reason, so I fudged the truth a little as I told him,

Hm, where are we going now?

“While I’m controlling them, I see everything my bugs see, feel everything they feel, pretty much.  I don’t want to make a regular thing of having my bugs crawl all over sweaty crotches.”

“Awww.”

Hehehe.

“The point I’m trying to make, if you’ll stop changing the subject, is that these girls would probably take their misery out on me, even if they didn’t know I was doing it.  I don’t trust myself to keep from retaliating, upping the ante. 

Oh, it was a bit of both, then.

You saw what happened with me and Rachel, the first time we met.  Things would escalate, I’d take things too far eventually.  Secret identity blown, or getting someone seriously hurt, like Lung was, only without the regeneration.”

To be fair, Taylor did think Lung would be totally fine. She just hadn’t accounted for the tranquilizers Armsmaster would use on him later, if she was right about that being the cause of his regeneration not keeping his dick attached.

“I don’t get how you can sit there and take it,” Alec said, “Get revenge, or get one of us to get revenge for you.  Go to someone for help.”

“None of those things is an option,” I said, with enough emphasis that I hoped my statement carried some finality, “There’s too much chance for things to go out of control if I take things into my own hands or have you guys do it for me.

Basically, the status quo sucks but if it was upset it might suck more. I guess it’s a fair risk assessment.

As far as going to someone for help, I don’t trust the system.  Not after the court case, not after talking to some of my teachers.  If it was that easy, I would have dealt with it already.”

And there she admits to that, her distrust of the authorities. Granted, she says “the system”, but it really does seem to be about authorities in general.

Just give me a chance


LMFAO U THOUGHT I WAS DONE? HA GUESS AGAIN


I don’t really like Lance sad but sometimes life puts you down but what’s amazing is what happens afterwards, after you overcome it. You’re ready to take over the world, you’re not the same person you were before, you became stronger than ever. Sometimes you just have to be pushed to your limits for you to grow and learn. Lance will overcome this and when he does, he will slay you all

fanaticfandomfaun  asked:

I am a huge fan of your style! It's absolutely lovely! How long have you been drawing and how did you develop your own style?

 ive been drawing my whole life! (always an odd question for me bc like…. yall stopped drawing after kindergarten? what did you do all day??)

as for developing style, my biggest piece of advice is just! keep! drawing! its been a bit hard to follow my own advice lately because my depression keeps fucking up my motivation and for the first time in my life i just dont feel like drawing, at all, ever. but if youre having similar motivational issues or if youre just starting out and you just arent feeling satisfied with your art, dont give up! the less you draw the harder it will be! i have a personal policy (that i dont actually remember to follow) where even if i dont want to, even if i hate how it looks, i have to draw at least once a day every single day. i swear it will improve your work if you do this. its hard, i know, i havent been doing it, but follow my advice not my example! (honestly im the embodiment of that quote “I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.” by Lewis Carol)

the other piece of advise i have is honestly…… steal art. 

“gasp! but Kate,” you say, “stealing art is bad and wrong!!” you say, “i know because of all those ‘art theft is bad and wrong’ posts i reblog!”

look. thats not what im saying, im not telling any of you to try to pass anyone elses art as your own, or use other peoples art without their credit. dont to that its bad and wrong. what im saying is LOOK at other peoples art and copy what they do. copying other peoples art styles is how every artist has learned for centuries. i started out drawing myself as a powerpuff girl or as a pokemon character just like everyone else. hell, i used to straight up print out and trace drawings i found on deviant art, which is a perfectly viable way to learn styles (muscle memory) so long as you dont try to pass it off as your own work then honestly its not stealing.

for example recently i was trying to draw these cat characters i had come up with, and i could not for the life of me draw these cats they were just turning out so ugly,

so i was like “well fuck this, i just need to find a simpler style” and by some kind of MIRACLE, while i was looking up drawings of cats i stumbled across this one blog, daily cat drawings. and it was like, holy shit this is it this is the exact style i need to draw my cats in. so first thing i did was try to follow some of their drawings exactly, not tracing but the closest you can get by sight. 

this is one of dailycatdrawing’s drawings:

and this was my attempt to copy it:

after i felt like i kinda had it down i drew that athena. NOT based off of any one of dailycatdrawing’s pieces, but still using the basics of their style. after that i felt confident enough using this style to draw the rest of my cats and they turned out great! naturally i had to draw hermes again because i couldnt just use such a blatant copy of another artists work, and it turned out even better than before!

which proves my earlier advice about how every single time you draw youre improving! its also important to note that even if you try to copy an artists style exactly you will probably never have it perfectly, and thats a GOOD THING! because it means that you arent truly stealing someone elses work, youre just using it as an example of ONE WAY a drawing can be good. by paying attention to MANY artists styles you can use all of them together to make your own unique style! even trying to copy dailycatdrawing’s style to a T i still ended up using elements from other artists and my own experience to change the style just enough to make it personal. looking at hermes’ face you can tell ive unintentionally taken some inspiration from lackadaisy’s art style, another artist i really admire. 

this turned out way longer than i meant it to, sorry, i always get so caught up in explaining things when people ask for advice. hopefully this helped someone!

transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.

I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.

I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.

As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.

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The Signs As Songs off of Melodrama

Melodrama by Lorde (Scorpio Sun, Virgo Moon, Capricorn Rising)

Aries: Supercut
I’m someone you maybe might love
I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush
Be your violent overnight rush
Make you crazy over my touch

But it’s just a supercut of us

Taurus: Writer In The Dark 
I am my mother’s child, I’ll love you ‘til my breathing stops 
I’ll love you 'til you call the cops on me 
But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power 
I’ll find a way to be without you, babe 

Gemini: Homemade Dynamite
A couple rebel top gun pilots
Flying with nowhere to be
Don’t know you super well
But I think that you might be the same as me
Behave abnormally

Let’s let things come out of the woodwork
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
Yeah, awesome right?

Cancer: Hard Feelings 
These are what they call hard feelings of love 
When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold 
Alone with the hard feelings of love 
God I wish I believed ya when you told me this was my home 

Leo: The Louvre 
Our thing progresses 
I call and you come through 
Blow all my friendships 
To sit in hell with you 
But we’re the greatest 
They’ll hang us in the Louvre 
Down the back, but who cares—still the Louvre 

Virgo: Liability 
So I guess I’ll go home into the arms of the girl that I love
The only love I haven’t screwed up
She’s so hard to please but she’s a forest fire
I do my best to meet her demands, play at romance
We slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see
Is one girl swaying alone, stroking her cheek

Libra: Sober II (Melodrama) 
Know you won’t remember in the morning when 
I speak my mind 
Lights are on and they’ve gone home, but who am I? 
Oh, how fast the evening passes, cleaning up 
The champagne glasses 

We told you this was melodrama 

Scorpio: Green Light 
Well those rumors, they have big teeth 
Hope they bite you 
Thought you said that you would always be in love 
But you’re not in love no more 
Did it frighten you 
How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor? 

Sagittarius: Perfect Places 
Are you lost enough? 
Have another drink, get lost in us 
This is how we get notorious, oh 
'Cause I don’t know 
If they keep tellin’ me where to go 
I’ll blow my brains out to the radio, oh 

Capricorn: Liability (Reprise) 
All of the dreams that get harder 
All of the things that I offer you 
And all of the shit that we harbor 
Make all of the kids in the choirs sing woo-hoo
Maybe all this is the party

Aquarius: Loveless 
Bet you wanna rip my heart out 
Bet you wanna skip my calls now 
Well guess what? I like that 
‘Cause I’m gonna mess your life up 
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut 
Look out, lovers 

We’re L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S 
Generation 

Pisces: Sober 
Ain’t a pill that could touch our rush 
But what will we do when we’re sober? 
When you dream with a fever 
Bet you wish you could touch our rush 
But what will we do when we’re sober? 

Post Ticket Sale Self-Care Masterlist

To all of those of you who have managed to purchase tickets: CONGRATULATIONS! I have so much happiness for you and your opportunity to see our boy in person. Now, it’s been an absolute emotional rollercoaster these past 24 hours, so please, please please please: TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!

By all means, celebrate. Hoot and holler. Dance in your room in your underwear. Blast some Sign of the Times and air band the fuck outta the jam (I personally know the drum part like the back of my hand). Post to your Facebook about how thrilled you are. 

But afterwards, please give your body some time to relax and recuperate from all the adrenaline. Your body loves you and has held you together during this hell of a ride, and it’s time to care for it as well. Please scroll down to see a list of more self care tips and helpful websites. x

To all of you who did NOT get ahold of any tickets: I’m really, really, really, so very sorry, my love. It’s absolutely devastating to miss out on this opportunity, and you’re absolutely 100% validated in feeling angry, upset, or any other emotions that you need to feel right now. Please remember that your ability to see him live does not in any way affect your value as a person or a fan. It was a real ass-kicker, this one, and the chances were low for all of us. Our boy really loves us a lot, and that doesn’t change if you couldn’t buy a ticket. Please, please, PLEASE take care of yourself, my dear. Here are some tips and things you can do to care for yourself today:


  • Take a bubble bath. 
  • Go for a long drive.
  • Listen to music. Listen to something other than Harry, if you need to.
  • Call/talk to a friend.
  • Buy yourself a treat from the grocery store (or any store)!
  • Go see a movie.
  • Buy yourself that book that you’ve been wanting to read for a little while.
  • Light a candle.
  • Write. Write out all your feelings, every single thought, until you cannot write anymore. It helps to write it out physically so that it’s tangible. After you’ve written everything down, do whatever you need to do to rid yourself of it, whether it be burying it, crumpling it up and throwing it out, or giving it to someone you trust who is understanding and loves you.
  • Give a stranger a smile.
  • Go for a long walk.
  • Go to the gym.
  • DRINK SOME WATER. I MEAN IT. RIGHT NOW. BEFORE YOU KEEP READING.
  • Eat something, please.
  • Read your favorite fanfiction (again, if what you need is to distance yourself from H, might not be the best option)
  • DON’T FEEL GUILTY FROM NEEDING TO GIVE YOURSELF SOME DISTANCE. We all do sometimes, and your health comes before anything else. Log off of Tumblr, stop checking your Twitter for updates, maybe turn off your notifications. We will all be here when you return, but your health comes first.
  • Bake!
  • Treat yourself to a meal at your favorite restaurant.
  • Treat yourself to a meal at the cheapest restaurant. For me, there’s very little that a large fries from McDonald’s can’t fix.
  • Buy yourself something cute online.
  • Take a nap.
  • DANCE.
  • Reread your favorite book.
  • Watch your favorite movie.
  • Watch your favorite Netflix show.
  • Talk to someone. Anyone. If you don’t have anyone to talk to, my ask and messages are ALWAYS open.

Here are a few more resources:

Self care websites masterpost:

 https://changeforhappiness.tumblr.com/post/159476432769/guys-this-is-very-important

Self care masterposts:

http://thegrangersapprentice.tumblr.com/post/159612539530/all-things-pertaining-to-self-carede-stressing

http://catladykhaleesi.tumblr.com/post/157471955395/self-care-masterpost

http://little-red-studies.tumblr.com/post/147555847368/self-care-is-one-of-the-most-important-things

Mental health apps:

http://recoverywarriorx.tumblr.com/post/90481616356/mental-illness-apps-one-reblog-could-help-or-even

Alternatives to self harm:

https://especialty.tumblr.com/post/150042977232/alternatives-to-self-harm


Now I don’t usually ask of this, but please, if this post comes across your dash, reblog it. You don’t know which of your followers could need it.

Take care of each other, take care of yourselves. Much love. x

BTS  - you have a really sensitive neck.

Request: Hiya! Could I please get a bts reaction to you having a really sensitive neck and get really turned on when they kiss or bite it???


Seokjin: You were just sitting on the couch watching a movie, chilling together. But he had the bad idea of kissing your neck. “Don’t do it!” You warned. “Why?” He asked confused. “Just don’t.” “There must be a reason, Jagi…” He smiled and gave you another kiss on the neck, giving you goose bumps. “Oh I get it.” He said and smirked at you before kissing your lips.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Yoongi: You were with him in the studio, waiting for him to finish some things. You were bored and sat on his lap. “Hey…” You said smiling. “Hello.” He said without looking at you. “Can we go home?” “Why? do you want to do something?” He smirked. “No!” You laughed. He approached at your neck and give a bite. “I didn’t want to, now i do. Let’s go home now.” “You know, you get turned on so easy.” “Shut up!”

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Hoseok: “Let me go!” You screamed, laughing. “Never!” He said laughing even more. He stucked you to the wall and put your legs around his waist. He kissed you on the lips, then his mouth went to your neck, giving a bite, making you moan. “Hm, do you like this?” He asked with a smile. “You know I like it, baby, go on.” He laughed. 

Originally posted by notjhope

Namjoon: He knows how you feel when he kisses your neck and he loves to tease you. You were sitting on his lap and he was running his lips lightly all over your neck, making you moan. “If you won’t do anything, stop!” You whined. “What do you want me to do?” He smiled. “I want you to stop.” “Do you really want?” He stopped. “No, just stop the teasing and get right to the point.” He laughed and kissed your lips.

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jimin: "JAGI!“ Your boyfriend yelled when he got home. "I’m in the kitchen.” “Oh, hey.” He smiled when he saw you. “Hello!” You smiled back. He sat down beside you on the table and kissed your neck. You shivered but pretended nothing happened. “Are you okay?” “Yes I am.” He kissed your neck again and you heard him laugh at your reaction. “You’re such a sensitive baby.” “I’m not! My neck is.” “Okay, let’s see…” He started kissing your neck repeatedly, leaving you extremely turned on. “OKAY!” You turned to him and kissed his lips. “Are you turned on?” He asked. “Yes. Now you’re going to have to figure it out.” “With all pleasure…” He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Taehyung: You were cuddling in bed. You were almost asleep when you feel his kisses on your neck. “Stop, Tae!” You laughed. “Nooo! You like that.” “Yes, I really like that.” You said unconsciously as his kisses began to get wetter with ulterior motives. “I know everything you like, Princess.” He gave you a smirk, just for getting you even more horny.

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Jungkook: Your boyfriend LOVES tease you in everything, no matter what. And when he found out you get turned on when he kissed your neck, he always did it. “Hey baby.” He said going up to you in bed. “Shut up, I’m reading.” “Keep reading.” He said and lay down beside you. Some minutes later, he began to give kisses and bites on your neck. “Why are you like this?” You asked, putting the book down and looking at him. “Because I want your attention, love!” He smiled. “Okay, you have all my attention now.” “Great.” He give you a smile and kissed you.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Since people are so fucking hard-headed......

ENGLISH MUSIC FROM KPOP IDOLS IS A PRIVILEGE NOT  A REQUIREMENT POINT. BLANK. PERIOD. I was scrolling through my dashboard and someone said something about the WDTA pt2 and how “Finally making international fans feel appreciated and apart of something.” I understand where you’re coming from completely they’re grateful for the music they’re not being greedy. It was the comments that were pissing me off “(inserts kpop group) doesn’t appreciate internationals because they never come out with english music…………

 First of all BTS has CONFIRMED they will not  be making a American debut so anybody getting hype can settle down right now. Second, my thing is SOOOOOO MANY American artists have fans all over the world and make #1s in their countries but YET THEY DONT MAKE MUSIC IN THEIR LANGUAGES. Stop acting like you’re the only fans who have to go through language barriers not only that y’all ignore the fact that it could be non-english speakers listening to kpop yet they don’t get music in their languages either. As an American I feel for Europe at first I was like “Stop all the fucking complaining” but looking at it now you can clearly see where the line is divided between fans who speak english and then non-english fans. I’m forever seeing English speaking fans complain about not being appreciated or feeling unwanted about not getting english music but when they do get covers, full blown interviews WHAT ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE!!!! Y’all stay silent about non-english speakers but act like the world is about to end if your ‘oppa’ doesnt fucking talk in english. 

Let me give you some examples….


Kim Namjoon self taught himself English and is able to interact with english fans. 

Ariana Grande learned some Japanese for her Japanese fans so she could interact with them.

Plenty of native speakers in english

Mark Tuan

Joshua hong

Vernon

Tiffany

Here’s my favorite example my friend is from Germany she likes the singer Madison beer so she learned an entire language by watching Pretty little liars and not only was she able to understand Madison she got to personally skype her. (bustinghateonmb) on instagram

Why tf cant yall do that??????

“Korean is too hard”

“It’s easier to learn english”

Why do people expect idols to learn entire languages for them if they cant even attempt to do the same. Not only that why would KPOP IDOLS whose intentions were to sing and rap in KOREAN adapt to your standards just because you decided to listen to kpop when nobody forced you to.

Here’s my favorite part “(Insert ‘american’ artist/rapper) is trash1!!1!1 they don’t ever sing/rap about anything meaningful.” “I only listen to Kpop now” “Dont compare my 'oppas’ to American trash” First off about 70% of you don’t understand those meaningful lyrics until someone translates it. (For the dumbasses that forgot 'hip-hop’ in kpop got a lot of inspiration from Western rappers ) Second why do you want your favs to get Western attention even though you claim to hate Western music???? Because it benefits you….. I don’t listen non Kpop music as much as I used to but if one of my old favs drops an album Im going to listen. I just don’t understand why you want kpop to be recognized in America if you had the music industry so damn much. “Because it’ll help their careers!!” So are you saying they couldn’t be successful without it? Are you implying that everyone needs to Americanize things to stay relevant??? I just don’t understand, at this point its not about making their careers 'big’ because maybe America isn’t the most important thing in the world to them but it is to you because it’ll benefit you seeing them speak and sing in English. Goodbye
Dear White People.....

Y’all, really have been trying me lately, so with inspiration from the movie and Netflix show and all shit that has been happening lately, here is a list of things to not do or say to POCs

*DISCLAIMER* THIS IS NOT A RACIST POST! THIS IS JUST AN INFORMATIVE POSTOF THE SITUATIONS THAT POC PEOPLE DEAL WITH! PLEASE DON’T BE STUPID

Dear white people

-I am not a petting zoo. When my hair is curly, don’t randomly come up to me and start touching my hair without asking me. It’s rude and disgusting.

Dear white people

-If I see you with cornrolls, don’t tell that it’s a “style and that anyome can wear”. NO! Having braids isn’t just a style to us, it is our culture and there is a reason for why we get out hair braided.

Dear white people

-Don’t you ever fucking say “well its culture appropiation if you straighten your hair” because now you sound dumb. Here’s a fun fact, POCs can have naturally straight hair too.

Dear white people

-If you support Miley Cyrus on her “transitioning” back to her old self, don’t talk to me, don’t follow, unfollow, I don’t care. I will NEVER support a person who culture appropiated and then talks about is it was just a phase and that she doesn’t do that kind of stuff. It pissed me the fuck of that she could just sit here and “rap”. To us, rap isn’t just entertainment but it is an outlet for us to  give out messages on all of the this we go. She really just disrespectedall that we have done, made it into a shit show to get ratings, and tossed it away like it’s nothing.

Dear white people

-Stop telling me “you talk proper for being black.” EVERYONE TALKS A DIFFERENT WAY SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Dear white people

-STOP FUCKING CELEBRATING CINCO DE MAYO, IT IS NOT OUR HOLIDAY!!

Frankly, I don’t even know if Mexico considers it as a holiday, but we should not be sitting here, “celebrating” anothers country’s victory, from a battle they had to fight,

How would you feel if other countries went out and “celebrated” Memorial Day by partying, getting drunk, wearing Trump shirts, talking with country accent, while listening to Taylor Swift.

Yeah, now y’all quiet.

Dear white people

-DON’T FUCKING SAY NIGGA!!!!!! I DON’T CARE IF IT IS THE SONG, DON’T FUCKING SAY IT!!!!!!!!!!

Dear white people

-If there is a post about a POC, DO NOT: Comment, retweet, or reblog, with the comment of “all peopl are this…” NOBODY FUCKING ASKED YOU, AND THAT IS NOT THE POINT OF THE POST! IF THE POST SAYS “BLACK WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL” JUST GIVE IT THE CLAP EMOJI, THE HEART EYES EMOJI, THE THUMBS UP EMOJI! THAT’S IT!!!! NOTHING MORE!!

Dear white people

-I’m allergic to watermelon and kool-aid is disgusting.

Dear white people

-My braids do not indicate that I smoke weed. I actually have asthma, so even if I did want to, I’d die.

Dear white people

-”I’m not trying to be racist, but….” THEN DON’T FUCKING SAY IT!!!!! SIMPLE AS THAT!!!!!!!!

Dear white people

-Once you get done asking me “is there anything I can help you find” and I answer with “no thank you”, leave me the fuck alone and go help Debbie in the panty department! I don’t want to see your face while I am in the juniors department, I don’t see you while I’m at the makeup counter, I don’t want to see while I’m at the shoe section. I’m not stealing shit so leave me that fuck alone!

Dear white people (makeup companies)

-I’m pretty sure that there are other names for darker foundations than just food

-Nude colors do not just stop at the pale pinks.

-Please make fondations with yellow undertones, because I am so tired of looking like Trump, when the foundation has an orange/red undertone.

-How hard it to find a POC, to do swatches on them!?!? Like come on! I want to know how it will look like on my skin tone, before buy it!

-I’m going to need y’all to go back to school and you know what Rich, Deep, and Dark look like.

Dear white people

-My race is NOT a fetish, stop it with the ra.ce pl.ay shit!

Dear white people

-My race is NOT A WEAPON! STOP “FEARING” FOR YOUR LIVES!

-My race is NOT A SCAPE GOAT! IF I AM YOUR FRIEND, DO NOT USE MY RACE AS AN EXCUSE TO DO INAPPROPIATE THINGS!

-My race is NOT UP FOR DISCUSION! I am black, native american and caribbean. Don’t tell me what I am because of my skin tone. That goes for all other races and ethnicity.

So is what I have dealt with, within the last month and all my life. I hope you guys take something out of this.

Also to POCs, if there is anything you want to add, feel free to.

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ナミダメ“ゴ”ミヤダイゴの場合 Sample Voice

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Release Date: May 26th, 2017.

FIRST TIMES ੭ JUNGKOOK

Contains : drabble (?), bestfriend!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : +1,5k

Summary : Jungkook finds out you never had an orgasm before.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

A/N : Probably one of the last drabbles I’ll write before my finals. Inspired by a dream, don’t ask.
Feedback or a questions, everything is here !


“You’re lying.”, stated Jungkook, confidence dripping from his words.
He had dropped his phone on his bed, one of his legs extended to the end of the matress, the other bended against his chest. You couldn’t see him, laying on your back, facing the ceiling of his room, but you could feel his eyes on you.

Rubbing your palms against your eyes, your groaned, wishing your best friend never started this conversation.

“Jungkook, I’m not lying okay.”, you sighed, leaving the back of your hands on your forehead. “Can we stop talking about this now ?”, you whined.

The boy stayed silent for a bit, and you thought that for once, just for once, he would let go. But that’s not knowing Jeon Jungkook.

“So you don’t know what an orgasm feels like ?”, he asked and you rolled your eyes, silently cursing your best friend.

It was just a normal conversation at first, until Jungkook started talking about his exploits. Again, it wasn’t a new thing, you and your best friend were comfortable talking about sex, but only if it was his sex life, because your sex life was inexistent.
You never talked about it to Jungkook, but you thought he knew you were a virgin; apparently not.

“No.”, you answered, feeling heat rise on your cheeks, damn you just wanted to sink in the floor.

Silent filled the room again, before you felt the matress move. Crawling beside you, Jungkook layed on his stomach, supporting himself with his elbow.
His eyes were still on you, but you couldn’t dare look at him, heart beating a bit too fast, talking about such an intimate thing was strange.

“Have you ever touched yourself ?”, purred Jungkook, and something immediately changed in the air. Was he really asking you this question ? He wasn’t going to let it slide, did he ?

“Y/N.”, called the boy, but his voice was still as loud as a whisper, as if he was afraid to talk louder, afraid to break something. Maybe he was afraid to break the thin confidence you were building up, finally answering.

“Yeah.”, but again, your voice was as quiet as his.

He moved again, your eyes finally catching his own. You would laugh at his way too serious face and furrowed eyebrows if you weren’t in such a situation. He released the bottom of his lips that he was unconsciously biting, getting a little bit closer to your body.
One of his hand pressed on the matress beside you head, the sudden weight of his body making you groan.

“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing ?”, you asked. You wanted him to hear the annoyance in your voice, but the question fell in a breath as his head dropped way to close to your own.

“Don’t you want to know how it feels like ?”, he mewled, stroking your hair.
Your breath got caught, the sudden change of attitude leaving you stunned. Your breath got heavier, swallowing again as your throat got awfully dry.

A gasp left your lips as Jungkook’s head dropped, not waiting for an answer. His lips pressing a line of kisses down your neck, his right hand stroking your side, lifting your shirt up little by little.

It felt like seeing your best friend in a new light. Strangely, you didn’t feel repulsed, quite the contrary, your skin was growing hotter and all you wanted to do was to push the boy’s head down, forcing him to kiss further down, dying to feel his fingertips linger on your skin.

Your body relaxed as he kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, but the feeling soon disappeared, a whine leaving your lips.

“Answer me.”, rasped Jungkook. He darted his tongue out, tracing the shape of your ear, his hand finally sneaking under your shirt, his thumb drawing circles above the hem of your underwear. “Do you wanna know ?”, he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“Yes.”, you gasped, catching your lower lips between your teeth. You were anxious in a way, he was your best friend after all. But stangely, you couldn’t see anyone else but Jungkook on top of you.
You could feel the boy’s lips stretch in a smile against your ear, before attacking your neck again.

Your hand flew to his hair, your head thrown back, giving him more access.

“If something feels wrong, tell me and I’ll stop.”, he started, voice quiet as he looked into your eyes. And god, they were a shade darker, pupils blown wide, holding silent promises. “I want to make you feel good.”, he purred as you nodded after swallowing the built of saliva.

“Now, tell me. How do you touch yourself ?”, he husked, licking his lips.

Your throat went dry again, gasping for air. You didn’t know where that confidence came from, but you opened your mouth, carefully watching his reaction.
“I tease myself throu-”, but you couldn’t finish your phrase, a gasp leaving your lips as Jungkook pressed a finger on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.

“Like that ?”, he cooed, a cocky smile streching his lips.
You nodded, eager to see and feel his next move. Jungkook ran his finger along your folds, feeling the wet patch starting to form. “God, you’re already wet.”, he quietly laughed, catching his lip in his teeth.
You wanted to respond, but you got cut off by a sigh leaving your mouth as Jungkook pressed his fingertip on your clit, rubbing small circles, his lips parting.

“What do you do next ?”, he breathed, eyes glued on you, your face, your body, how you reacted to his touchs.
You inhale, trying to collect yourself, “Take my panties off and start rubbing my clit.”, and you couldn’t even believe the words leaving your mouth. But the thought left your mind as the boy on top of you followed your orders, pulling the fabric to the side, the air hitting your heat, his fingertip pressing on the nub, and you immediately felt intoxicated.

He knew what he was doing, his digit moving in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Your hips accidently bucked, Jungkook’s finger pressing harder as a moan left your lips.

“More.”, choked, lightly tugging the boy hair. He looked up, cheeks and lips rosy, before moving lower, placing a single kiss above the hem of your underwear.
He stopped his movements, a whine leaving your lips. Spreading your wetness, he added another finger, parting your folds before lightly pushing in your entrance.
Closing your eyes, his other hand grabbed your hair, tugging at it, exposing your neck as his lips started attacking your skin again.

Capturing your skin between his teeth, he softly bit on it, fully pushing his finger in. Your exhaled, trying to adjust with the new feeling. Jungkook silently waited, sucking on your neck.

“Jungkook”, you breathed, signaling him to move, and he understood, his finger pumping in and out. His name fell in a broken moan tumbling from your lips, a hiss escaping from his own, his pants starting to grow tighter.
You closed your eyes as he added another finger, deliciously stretching your walls.

“Look at me.” he growled, he movements growing faster, his thumb drawing forms on your clit.
Opening your eyes, you attempted to keep eye contact, trying not to roll your eyes as he curled his fingers. Your head moved backwards as your hips moved against his hand, the one he wasn’t using grabbing your jaw.

Hair falling in front of his eyes, he licked his lips, before crashing them on yours. A gasp left your lips, it’s not like you never kissed him, but behind every kiss was the taste of alcohol, but not in this one.
Moving against each other, your body melted against his soft lips and his touch, moaning against his mouth.

Your mind was fogged, you didn’t know were to focus, the kiss growing sloppy as he bit your bottom lip.
On the other hand, Jungkook was trying his best to stay focused on you, and not buck his hips against the matress, his bulge now clearly visible. His thumb started rubbing your clit again, a loud moan coming from your lips as you started feeling a thigh knot in your stomach, your walls tightening around his digits.

“Are you gonna cum ?”, purred Jungkook agaisnt your lips, his fingers moving faster. You could only nodd, closing your eyes as you felt your climax approach.

“Fuck, come for me.”, growled Jungkook, his own breath uneven.

A mixture of curse words and your best friend’s name left your lips, holding tightly to his hair. Your eyes watered, gasping for air, your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, and the earth stopped spinning as a last loud moan left your lips.

Chest falling and rising with every irregular breath, your tried to process everything, blinking a few times. You caught Jungkook holding his fingers in front of his mouth, before wrapping his lips around his digits, the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

Head still spinning, you detailled the boy in front of you, before finally opening your mouth.

“Do you need help with that ?”, you asked, a small smile on your face as you gestured to his bulge.

“Jealousy isn’t my thing” Zach Dempsey

Request: Zach x Reader where Zach gets jealous :) [fluff-cuteness] hope everyone likes it.

NOTE: I am so sorry this is late but I hope you guys like it x

Originally posted by corn-flacks

You and Zach had been going out for 9 months now. Nearly a year. God everything was perfect. At first you were hesitant to even become friends with him because he’s a Jock. it was a biology project that got both of you together. so from working on a project; to revising together; then the healthy flirting turning into a relationship.

Your best friend Clay was really happy for you. He was against it first because Zach was a “JOCK” but then he saw how caring, loving and affectionate Zach was towards you.

Zach didn’t mind yours and Clay’s friendship but he wasn’t a big fan of it either. Sometimes you would see Zach dropping him looks but you’d ignore it thinking he’s just being childish. 

You haven’t really seen Zach much because you and Clay have this History project coming up so you’ve been with Clay for a whole week working on it.

“God I miss him Clay” you said as Clay was stapling some papers.                      “I know (Y/N), but patience is a virtue” he said whilst laughing and you just gave him a little nudge.

—————————————————————————————————-

(Zach’s POV)

I trust her. I really do. But recently she’s been spending all her time with the Jensen and i don’t like it. I know that she loves me but like why can’t she just take two minutes out to call me or something.

{Next Day}

There she is, walking arm in arm with Jensen. Am I her man or Jensen?            “What’s up bro?” said Justin.                                                                                 “Nothing bro” i said whilst glaring at Jensen. No, I don’t like this but she doesn’t care so fuck it. She’s looking at me, walking towards me with her arms open like nothing’s wrong. WOW.

((Y/N) POV)

He saw me right? Why did he just walk off like that?                                            “Is everything ok?” Clay said but I didn’t know what to say so i just nodded and walked with him.

3 days. 3 motherf**kin days and Zach Dempsey has not even looked to me, let alone spoken to me. He’s there with all his jock friends but do I care? No! So here it goes.

(Zach’s POV)

She just grabbed my arm and dragged me with her to the girl’s toilet. Thank God no one was there to see. Well…the teachers weren’t there so it’s fine…I guess.                                                                                                                  “What’s your problem?” she said as she had me against the wall. God i just wanted her for myself, that’s all. She looked so beautiful all the time but when she was angry, there was something about her.She looked HOT AS FUCK.        

“Nothing.” I said coldly, pushing her lightly to the side and trying to walk off “you should go to Jensen probably he won’t make you feel pissed” I said and all i heard was a little sniffle.

“OH..MY..GOD. I am so sorry babe…ok-don…don’t cry now” I said. I couldn’t see her upset. I was just pissed that you were spending time with Jensen and not me. I know better, I trust you and I shouldn’t have acted like a chil-”

 But to my unfortunate luck she was just pretending. Before i could finish (Y/N)  started giggling and it turned into  a fit of laughter. I must say I was relieved that I didn’t make her cry.     

                                                                                                                    “Jealousy’s not my thing” she said.                                                                       “What do you me-”, I was cut off by her tender lips placed in mine and let’s just say it was kiss filled with love, passion. lust and hunger of  not kissing each other for a week. The kiss turned in to a everlasting make out session. My hands all over her body, her leaving trails of kisses down my neck. Then those purple marks that only I could give her. My left hand resting on her but and my right hand on her thigh. She had her hands around my neck.                               She stopped to catch her breath. “When we started dating you told me Jealousy isn’t your thing, but look at you now. All jealous and that”

I was stuck for a moment. I’m not the jealous type but this time I was. “I..uh..ummm…I felt insecure” She looked at me confused as to why would I even feel that way. “It’s just he’s known you for years and all so I got a bit j..jea…jealous!”.

She cupped both of my cheeks and gave me a little peck. “ I love you, Dempsey” (Y/N) said, her eyes filled with love. “ It’s been 9 months since we’ve been together so that says a lot” she said with  a little giggle. 

I laughed, reassured that my baby is only my baby. 

“Who’s in there?” we heard Ms.Kimberly say.                                                        “We’re so dead” (Y/N) said. WE both came out and faced Ms. Kimberly who had a disappointed look on her face. (Y/N) lipstick was on my lips, her neck was covered with this purple bruises and so was mine. 

“Office. Now!” she yelled and started walking with us following behind.

“Jealousy still isn’t my thing, just saying” I said before pulling (Y/N) from her waist towards myself for a hug.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Illegal (Part 1)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by kpophott


Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.002k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.


“Don’t worry about her, she is safe with me. Now go before you’re late!” Your grandma shouted from the front porch.

You could see your father face by his the reflexion on the car’s mirror. He tryed to look not affected, all tough and unbothered, but you knew best. The minute he would drive off and pass the town’s sign, he would burst into tear and start sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

It wasn’t just him who felt uneasy about this whole situation, you did too. Since your mother left you two alone, without any previous warning, that your dad had never went back to being how he was when she was still present. Now, he was always too focused on work, to the point where you would have to force him out of his office to eat or to just lay on a bed and close his eyes for a few seconds . But you didn’t judge him, though, you knew that that was the way he used to cope with the pain he felt.

It was your grandmother who convinced you to come and stay with her for a while, saying it would be for her since you two could spent more time together, and, at the same time, it would make your dad a bit more independent for when your classes at the university finally start. It sounded good to you, a nice way to clear your head from all the stress that you felt with your whole dad situation and exams, so you took her offer.

“He will be okay, he is stronger that you think he is, Y/N.” She said, caressing your arm and leading you inside, towards the kitchen.

Her house had a very nice aura to it, very cosy and bright, filled with all types of flowers everywhere. Since you grandmother loved gardening, having plants around her house and become a must.

“So, now that I get the chance to get you all to myself, how do you feel about us baking some cookies? The chocolate chips ones? Your favourite?” She asked and your stomach growled in response.

“Sounds good to me.” You laughed.

You turned on the television, to have some background noise, since it helped you to not overthink this whole situation and to not wonder way to far on your thoughts. Usually when you overthink things it would only got worse, for you that is.

Everything is going to be fine. It has to.

“Honey” Your grandma called from the kitchen, while holding up some tools and ingredients “I realized that we are missing the chocolate bits. Could you go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop and get me some of them? There are some coins on the table if you don’t have enough money.”

“Sure thing, it’s still the last shop on the left, right?” You asked, getting up from your spot on the couch and taking the coins with you. She hummed in response as you kissed her cheek and promised to come back quickly, closing the door behind you, carefully, to not make much noise.

Outside was a bit windy and not many people could be seen. The town wasn’t very big itself but, it had a lot of people around your age and a bit older too. You weren’t familiar with any of them, though, since you barely came here.

In general, you never had many friends due to the fact that you always were busy with university or taking care of your dad, by making sure that he was taking good care of himself, which left not much time to hang out with other people. The only person that you still found the time to be around was Taehyung, a guy who you had met a few years ago and apparently lived right down the street from you. You two had become friends in a strange manner, mainly because he never stopped bugging you, appearing always by your side during lunch time, making rather random visits in your house and bringing you the latest movies for the both of you to see them together. So, you decided, “if you can’t beat him, join him”.

From the minute that you introduced him to your dad, they became great friends as they both shared a passion of finding new animal species. Not the wisest decision you’ve ever made. Let’s just say that you came home one day to find a bunch of different hamsters on your couch.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts from your hometown that you didn’t even notice the small salience on the side walk, which caused you to trip. You closed your eyes, prepared to collide to the ground, but meting a softer surface instead. Someone’s chest.

“Hey there, careful” A raspy voice said. The person had his hands around your arms, securing you against him. He smelled like mint and cigarettes, and a small pinch of cinnamon.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized, stepping back. You started to blush when you realized he still had his hands around you, and even with the small space between you two, you could still feel your heart pounding against your chest. “Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He said, laughing. The first thing you noticed about him was his orange hair. It was an unusual thing to see, very strange, yet he still managed to be one of the most handsome guys you have ever seen. You met his eyes, only to notice that he was already looking at you, giving you one of those smiles that were so bright that made the sun’s light look like absolutely nothing when compared to it.

“I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” He added, noticing that you hadn’t responded.

“I’m Y/N.” You shook your head and smiled, trying to distract yourself to not stare at him.

“Well, Y/N, you are not from around here, are you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, examining your features.

“No, actually I’m not. I’m staying here for some time, at my grandma’s. And I know that I said it before but I’m really sorry that I bumped into you. I had to go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop to find some chocolate bits for my grandma but I got distracted and- ” You rambled. He tucked the hair behind your ear and you stepped back, surprised, only to stumble on that same piece of the sidewalk. Great. Just great. There was no way you were ever going to get out of the house with these pair of shoes again.

“Seeing that you are always falling, do you need company to make sure you get to your grandma’s house intact? I would hate myself if you fell again and I wasn’t there to catch you” He said, winking at you.

“Are you trying to seduce me? Because that isn’t working”

“Are you sure? Because I swear that when I do this” He took a step closer to you and lowered himself, whispering into your ear “I can hear your heart starting to race.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny the fact that what he was saying was true. You just had this feeling that he was one of these cocky people and that only admitting that to him would only make his ego grow bigger.

He laughed at your reaction and brushed his hand through his orange hair. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist and realized that it had passed more time that it seemed, and that your grandma may get anxious if you don’t get home quickly. After all, the shop wasn’t far away from her house.

You started walking towards the store and noticed that he was still right beside you.

“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He said after a while of you two walking side by side.

“What about me?” You asked.

“I want to get to know you.” He said after taking a deep breath. That question made you nervous, mainly because no one ever asked you that, because no one ever cared that much.

“You do? I’m warning you I am a pretty boring person with a very boring life. There is nothing interesting about me.” You say as the both of you get inside the store. You greet the old bald man that is on the other side of the counter while Jimin just waves at him and sends him a small smile.

The store isn’t very big, so you won’t take long to find what you want. The last time you had been here was years ago, and knowing that everything was still on the same place comforted you.

“I don’t believe that. Let’s see, for example… What’s your favourite colour?” He asked adjusting one of his many rings that he had on his hand.

“I don’t have one.” You answered, shrugging.

“What? What do you mean you don’t have a favourite colour? Everybody has got a favourite colour. That’s like the basic requirement for being a human being.”

“Basic requirement?” You laughed, picking up a package of chocolate bits from one of the shelves. “It’s just a colour”

“Just a colour? Whoa. You just hurt me, I hope you know that.” He faked a hurt look and stepped back dramatically while you walked to the counter. You handed your grandma’s coins to the man and said goodbye, politely. Through the window you could see that the sun was starting to go down, a very pretty view actually, but you don’t have the time to enjoy it as you have to get home as quickly as possible.

The cold air hits your face when you get out of the store and you shiver, closing your jacket a bit more. Jimin, however didn’t seem very bothered by the cold, as he continued to walk normally and talking to you, gesticulating theatrically over the fact that you didn’t have a favourite colour.

“I still can’t believe you don’t have one.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He seemed to think hard for a bit and then snapped his fingers like he just had the most brilliant idea ever  "You know what? You just gave me a mission.“

“I, what?” You stopped walking, giving him a confused look.

“You just gave me a mission. From now until the day you leave, I have the mission to make you have a favourite colour.” He said. Jimin sounded determined and you got the feeling that he was one of those people that always got what they wanted, so you didn’t object.

You may not admit it to anyone, and not even yourself, but you liked talking to him and you looked to know that he cared about you, even if it all was because of a stupid colour. He was very carefree and completely different from the people that you had met so far in your life, like a breeze of fresh air.

You two continued to talk during the rest of the way to your grandmother’s house. He would, occasionally, try a pick of line on you but you would always dodge him of, which resulted in him laughing at your reactions. You would, however, blush at his words every now and then, and he must have noticed that because he started joking with you.

“Ha, Y/N, are you blushing?” He said, pinching your cheeks with his fingers.

“What? No, I’m not” You lied, moving faster away from him. “It’s hot, that’s all. Are you really following me all the way home?”

“Of course. You know, my mother always told me to follow my dreams” You rolled your eyes at his corniness.

There could be seen a few people walking around the town and some others sitting on their balcony talking to one another. They seemed so close with each other, the complete opposite to your life in the city, where they wouldn’t even stop to great you.

When you saw the house a few meters away from where you were you couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad that this was all over so quickly. You stopped in front of the gate and pointed at the house.

“This is it.” You said.

Even though the town is small you couldn’t help but to be afraid that you may never see him again. You didn’t quite knew why you felt that why, you just did.

Wow.

How did you get so attached to him in just a few minutes?

“I know your grandma!” He suddenly realised “She is a really cool lady. I remember she gave me some of her cookies. Wait… That was for what the chocolate bit were needed?” He asked, his eyes glinting. You nodded in response, laughing.

He sure has heck seemed to really enjoy those cookies.

There was a bit of a silence for a while, while you two standed in front of the gate. He kept fiddling his fingers, like a nervous habit it seemed, while you played with the package that was in between your hands.

“Well, looks like I have to go. It was nice seeing you, Jimin” You said goodbye to him, walking up the little garden that your grandmother had in front of her house.

“Hey” He shouted, like he had just remembered something “Tonight I’m doing something and I really wanted you to come and see. And maybe… you could bring some of those cookies with you?”

“So, basically you just want me to take you the cookies?” You laughed.

“How did you know? I’m I that obvious?” He joked. “But no, I really want you to go. Do you know where the bridge is?” You nodded. “Well, meet me there around ten thirty. You will have a lot of fun, I promise.”

“Okay, I will see if I can go.” You waved at him from the front porch as he walked way, backwards while smiling at you.

“Ten thirty, don’t forget!” He yelled. You stayed there, still, watching him walking away.

You cleaned your feet on the red carpet and open the door, only to find your grandma sitting on the couch watching “The Price Is Right” and swearing at the people on the television.

“How can they not know that it costs 9.75? Are you dumb? Boy, when I go to church I will pray for you” She mumbled to herself.

The moment she noticed you standing behind her, holding the package in between your hands, she turned the television off and run to you, hugging and pacing you back and forth.

“God, you are finally here. I was so worried, what took you so long?” She questioned you, worried.

“Nothing I just found someone on the way and lost track of time. Now that I’m here, how about we do those cookies you were talking about? I’m so hungry” You said, and your stomach growled.

“Someone, huh?” She winked, picking up the package of the chocolate bits that I had brought from the kitchen counter. “Who is the lucky man?”

“Grandma… It’s nothing like that. We are just friends, if you could even call it that. I just met him today.” You picked up the tray and greased it with butter so that the cookies wouldn’t stick.

“If you say so… But who is he?” She asked, excitement evident in her voice.

“Park Jimin.”

“Oh, Jimin!” She said. Her reaction was the same of when someone mentioned Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, he must be very important to her. “He is a very unique guy, isn’t he?”

“Indeed. He was very surprised that I didn’t have a favourite colour. He said he it was his mission to make me have one or something.” You laughed. He sure as heck was different “How do you know him?”

“Hum… Your grandfather and him where very close. When he… passed away…” She stopped and you continued to knead the dough. Talking about your grandfather was a very touchy subject for her, and if Jimin was as close to him as she said he was, he definatly was someone special. “He visited me every two days to check on how I was doing and of course, to ask me if whenever I would bake again I could give him some of my pastries. But, why did you ask me about him?”

“He… he invited me to meet him by the bridge tonight, he said he wanted to show me something. And I wanted to know if he was trustworthy or not. And since you said you knew him…” You rambled. You opened the first cabined and took out the stars shaped object to cut the dough.

You felt a bit uneasy when talking about this to her, since you came here to spend some time with her and not other people. And much less to have a romantic interest.

If Taehyung was here right now, he would make fun of you. Who would say that the same girl that refused to accept to have a friend was now thinking about romantic interests with someone?

“You have a date?” She asked, happily.

“It’s not a date.”

“Yes, yes it is. My granddaughter has a date! You are growing up so fast” She sobbed into your shoulder.

“Grandma, I’m in college already. I’m not a kid anymore.” You laughed.

“I know, I know. There is no need in reminding me of that. Now go take a shower! By the time you are done the dinner must be ready. Now, go! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She shushed you out of the kitchen with her oven glove.

“Alright, alright.” You responded. You climbed up the stairs and went to the bathroom to turn the hot water on. Getting rid of your clothes you hop in and close the curtain.

You take your time washing your hair and body, thinking about if you should actually go and meet Jimin by the bridge. You wanted to, that was true, but you still had your doubts. However, those had nothing to do with him, you were just afraid of getting too attached, since the last time you did so your mother had left.

Your grandma was right, you though while you took the shampoo out of your hair,  he sure was unique. You mean, who the heck would make a mission to make someone choose a favourite colour? But you liked that about him, it made him stand out, it made him different from the others.

You turned the water shower off and wrapped one towel around your body and another one around your hair. You stepped carefully out of the shower, to the carpet and took out one comb from one of the low cabins and brushed your hair, wrapping the towel more closely to your body in fear of it falling off while you stretched your arms.

Getting to your bedroom, you change your clothes and blow dry your hair. You see you phone standing on your bed and click on it, seeing that you have three missed calls from your dad. Not a good sign.

“Dad? Is everything alright?” You say into the phone’s speaker. “Dad?”

“Y/N, sweetheart how are you?”

“Fine, how about you? Did you have dinner already? Do I need to call Taehyung to bring you some food?” You said, concerned.

“Jesus, I’m fine. I had some leftovers that were laying around in the fridge, don’t worry. Is everything okay with you? I called you three times and you didn’t pick up any of them.” You could hear some papers falling on the ground on the other side of the line, indicating that he was in his office, working. Gosh, did that man ever stopped working?

“I was showering.” You take your phone away from your ear and notice that there is already nine thirty p.m.. Your grandma must have the dinner ready by now. “Hey, I got to go now, I’m going to eat now. Take care of yourself, okay? If anything call Taehyung, you have his number and he lives nearby.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry about me, go and have your dinner. I will call you tomorrow, bye” He ended the call and you left the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You stepped down the stairs, with the dirty clothes from before on your hands, to find a delicious smell on the air: you had almost forgotten of how good your grandmother’s cooking was.

“There you are!” She said, picking the clothes off your hands and throwing them at the laundry basket that was laying around on her kitchen “Come and sit, you have somewhere to be in an hour, don’t you?” You were already feeling sorry about telling her about it.

She mentions for you to seat in front of her, as she bring the mashed potatoes to the table. She tries to ask you more questions about Jimin when you start eating, and make some suggestions about him and you, which you try to dodge every time. You tell her that you father called and she could feel the worry in your voice, about him being so far away all by himself.

“Don’t worry, he is going to be alright. It may not seem like it but he had become stronger since… you know.” She said.

“Yeah, I’m just scared for him, that he might do something crazy and I’m not there to take care of him.”

“You are a good person Y/N, your father is really proud of you. And so am I.” She smiled. You continued to eat in silence after that touchy subject. You hated to talk about your mother or even think about her.

She had run away with some painter when you were twelve and your father had never fully recovered from that. The worst part wasn’t that he had left without a warning, it was the fact that she didn’t even bother to call you, to check up on you. You were her daughter after all.

As you took one last glass of water the clock strikes ten p.m. and you grow more anxious. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty and you pinkie finger starts to move nervously.

You help your grandmother with the dishes, a job that she was very much unhappy for you to be doing, especially at a time like this, but you needed to stop thinking about it and doing other things was what helped you more. She put some music from her old radio on the background and the two of you danced while cleaning up the table.

This was one of the things that you liked the most about her, the fact that she could transform one of the most simple tasks in the funniest thing ever. You sang and moved all around while putting the glasses back on the cabinet.

“Crap.” You whispered. It was already ten twenty five and there was no way that you were going to be there in time. You had been so distracted by all the dancing and singing, that you forgot to check the clock.

You ran up and down the stairs, putting your shoes on and adjusting the clothes that you were wearing in hopes of trying to look a bit more decent.

“Take some cookies to give to Jimin” Your grandmother said, calmly, while you walked frantically from one side to the other. She opened the door for you and extended you her hand that had a little blue box filled in them filled with the chocolate chips cookies.

“Don’t worry I could never forget the cookies.” You screamed as you run down the road.

You moved your feet as fast as you could, and secured the blue box on your hand, with the fear of letting it fall. The wind was blowing the air out of your face and you could feel your legs starting to become sore. Your brain was screaming for you to stop but your legs just kept going and going and going.

It took you some time to see the bridge since it was being blinded by the huge amount of lights that were around it. It wasn’t normal for that to happen, or at least that was not how you remembered it.

You walked to the parking lot that was by the bridge and you came across tons of people around multiple cars that were parked in the parking lot. They were talking cheerfully, some with bottles of booze in their hands that they passed among them and some others smoking cigarettes. They were standing all around the cars and by the theme of their conversation that you could grasp they were talking about… races?

You turned your head from side to side, looking for Jimin but you, unluckily, didn’t find him. You even asked some girls that were standing together near the yellow car if they had seen him around here or something but they had said that he hadn’t arrived yet. Some of them acted strangely when you mentioned his name but you brushed it off, maybe they had just reacted that way because you were new here, or even because of the way you were dressed.

Unlike them you weren’t wearing shorts or jean, but a very pretty floral dress. Which wasn’t your best decision, because if it would start to get windy you would have to give a Marilyn Monroe vibe.

You walked away from the crowd of people and standed alone against one of the lamps that illuminated the parking lot where you were, hoping that Jimin would eventually show up.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice saying your name and a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist. You jump slightly and you hear him chuckle in your ear.

“You scared me” You say, stepping away from him and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because he had scared you or because of the way he had wrapped his arms around you.

Behind him were three guys that were laughing at both of your reactions. One of them had green hair, the middle one was blonde and the last one had brown hair. Their features were soft and they seemed to be nice people, or at least that was what you were expecting them to be.

They standed a bit far off from you and Jimin and you could help but to think if he had told them anything about you.

“I was afraid that you had changed you mind and decided not to come.” He said, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. You were walking in the cars direction and you felt a huge will of asking him about why he had brought you here and especially, what was all of this, but you didn’t. You had this feeling that he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, like he would say something along the lines of “just wait, you will see”.

“And you felt sad?” You joked.

“Of course. If you didn’t come that meant that I couldn’t have these amazing cookies that you grandmother baked” He said while taking the little blue box out of your hands.

You suddenly thought about what she had said, that all of this was supposed to be a date. A part of you wanted this to be one but the other one didn’t, it was all a lot of mixed feelings and you were afraid that the part that did, would win. You just weren’t ready to get hurt again.

“Why am I not surprised” You laughed. He pulled you even more closed to him, with one hand still wrapped around your shoulders, while the other took out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and put one of them on his mouth.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know?” You said, looking right into his eyes.

“Yeah, a lot of people have been telling me that.” He said.

“And why do you keep doing it?” You asked.

“Because it’s an addiction. Or maybe because the right person hasn’t asked me yet” You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but to think if this was about you.

“Could you just not smoke this one?”

“Why not?” He furred his eyebrows.

“Because each cigarette takes away eleven minutes of your life.” You answered . However, the next thing that you said completely surprised you. And him too, by the look on his face. “And that are eleven minutes less that I can spend you”.

He stared at you for a long time, with an unreadable face, when the corners of his mouth started to go up and he was smiling. He smiled a lot when he was around you and you liked that.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it.

“If you put that in that way, I guess that it’s better if I get rid of the whole package then”. That made you smile, a really widening smile, that ones that you almost never gave to people. Your grandmother was right, he surely was someone special.

“My grandma said that you were very close with my grandfather” You said after a while.

“Yes I was. Your grandfather was a man that knew a lot of things. In fact, before he… hum… passed away, he taught me some of them” He was talking at the same at that he was observing the people that were chatting to their friends. He was watching them  so closely, that it almost looked like he was studying them. His orange hair was pushed back showing off his forehead and he was wearing sunglasses that were laying around his neck, backwards, even though it was night time and the sun had already gone down. His black leather jacket tighten around his back and arms when he crossed them, making his muscles stand out even more. And now, under the dim light that was upon us he was even more exquisite.

“What type of things?” You asked, curiosity taking the best of you.

“Well, you want to see them?” He said, cocking his head to the side. You nodded in response. and He then started to walk away from you and towards one of those cars, the black one.

“Namjoon!” He screamed, loudly, in the middle of the crowd. “Remember that bet we made? How about we do that now?” The people that were scattered around the parking lot started to gather around Jimin, and a tall guy with brown hair appeared in the middle of it, stepping in front of him.

You standed back, watching the whole scene, not knowing what was going to happen next. However your feet started to move involuntary into the middle of the crowd as well, where one of his friends, the green haired one, joined you by your side.

Namjoon and Jimin both got inside their cars and positioned then at the same level and distance to make sure none of them had an advantage on the other. A girl walked into the middle of the road, and then stopped in between the two cars, with a white flag between her hands that were stretched above her head. Jimin and Namjoon adjusted the mirrors and turned on the engines whose sounds were started to grow louder and louder.

Inside the car Jimin relaxed himself into the seat and his eyes started to search for you in the crowd. When they met yours he winked at you and then focused back on the road, making your heart skip a beat.

“Be careful” You whispered, even though you knew that he couldn’t hear you. You didn’t even know who you were saying that to, him or youself.

“I don’t know what is so different about you” The green haired guy said over the loud cheers that the crowd was giving and the tickling of the bottles against each other’s. “He talks about you a lot, which isn’t normal for him. He normally doesn’t care about girls. At least not anymore. But you… I can’t quite put a finger on it”

“What? How do you mean that I’m different?” You asked.

“You made him throw away a package of cigarettes. We, who have been friends with him for years now, have tried to make him throw away one cigarette. One. And we never got to do that. In twelve fucking years.” He said. He had a cold expression, and his tone was a bit harsh, but you could tell that it was only because he seemed to care a lot for him.

As you were about to respond the girl threw the white flag down to the ground and they started to drive off as fast as they could. The crowd screamed louder and louder as they distance themselves even more far away from you.

It was calm for a few minutes, with none of the cars in sight, nor the lights. But it didn’t took long as they both appeared riding the cars into your direction, or even better, the headlights did.

They kept driving faster and faster towards the winning post, side to side, making it impossible of knowing who was going to win. However, on the last second Jimin was able to speed up even more and passed Namjoon’s car, getting to the goal first.

Jimin’s friends went crazy, shouting and dancing everywhere, while Namjoon’s backed away, ashamed of losing the bet.

You found yourself clapping, happily too, and cheering him on.

“I swear that there was something wrong with the engine” You heard Namjoon saying as he got out of the car.

“Don’t lie, man. We both know that it was completely fine. Just accept that I won.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes and brushing the hair off his forehead. “Oh, and don’t forget, cold water and no soap” He added, grinning, while he threw Namjoon his car keys.

“Y/N!” You heard him shout from the middle of the crowd.

“Here!” You said, swaying your arms around, in hopes for him to see you.

He came running to you, dodging some people that were congratulating him along the way and greeting another ones.

When he finally got next to you, he wrapped you in between his arms and lifted you off the ground as you smiled into the crock of his neck.

“So, what did you thought about it?” He asked, excited. His eyes were glinting and you could hear his heart beating fast from the adrenaline that he had felt.

“You were amazing, I’m -”

“Jimin?” You got interrupted by a soft, a feminine voice that belonged to a blond girl that was wearing a rather tight dark blue dress “You did a very good job in there. Got to say that you have evolved a lot.”

“Thank you, I like to think so too” He responded.

However, what she did next was completely unpredictable. She moved in between you and him and kissed his cheek. And you just stayed there, as you felt a pain in your chest.

What. The. Heck.

The thing about Fitz is that he never expected Jemma to love him, ever. When he started to recognize his feelings for her, he hid them, SURE she wouldn’t feel the same way. You can see the resignation in his eyes when he gives her the oxygen, finally telling her he loves her only because it’s the only way he can convince Jemma to take the last breath.

“I love you, you see?” he tells her in not so many words. “And you’ll never love me back. I can’t stop how I feel, but I can use it for something good. Please, let me.”

And, of course, Jemma has no idea to respond to this except for hugging him and kissing him all over. But when she misses his mouth, Fitz takes it as a confirmation of his fears. He doesn’t expect her to bring him up to the surface; he expects to die.

When he doesn’t die, he finds that he’s not the same man he was. He didn’t prepare for the effects of his hypoxia any more than he prepared to deal with the consequences of his confession, and when Jemma leaves, he takes that as another rejection.

The rejection of his romantic interest was probably a blow, but again, it was something he expected. In the end, it was her apparent rejection of his friendship that hurt the most. He could have dreamed up a Jemma who loved him back, but instead he imagines a platonic Jemma who acts as a bridge between him and the real world. We know that this is Jemmaginary’s function because when Fitz finds another bridge by way of Mack, Jemmaginary tells Fitz that he doesn’t need her anymore.

By the time Jemma DOES come back, hoping to pick up their friendship where they left off, Fitz doesn’t know where to take it. And he could have said, “You didn’t love me back, how could you be so cold?” Instead he says, “We were partners for ten years, then I got hurt, and you decided that I wasn’t worth anything. I was just a random engineer to you, not a friend.” Of course, it wasn’t a very fair thing to say, and Jemma calls him on it. She doesn’t tell him, though, that she left because she thought it would help him. 

Does he decide then to say that she should have fell for him, that he deserved her love, that he thought she’d been leading him on? No, because Fitz doesn’t believe any of those things. In fact, he never mentions it again, except in a very vague way when he decides to leave the lab. Even then, he blames himself and not her. “I can’t work with you anymore. I’m not as capable, and the feelings I’ve tried to ignore simply won’t go away. I need to go somewhere else.” He blamed her before, but he doesn’t now, and Jemma is the one who has to fight for their relationship. He leaves anyway.

But Jemma doesn’t stop fighting. She reaches out for him when Real SHIELD tried to take over, and she creates the plan to smuggle the toolbox out of enemy hands. If she hadn’t offered an olive branch, Fitz never would have thought they could be friends again. In fact, he starts to wonder if she wants to be more than friends, but after his awkward flirting falls flat, Fitz decides that friendship is all that Jemma wants, and he’s okay with that.

That’s why he doesn’t want to talk about what happened in the pod when Jemma asks to talk about it. Fitz is embarrassed and sees the conversation as pointless. After all, he has her back as a friend, and that’s what’s most important to him. So when he tells her there’s nothing to talk about, he’s telling her that he gets it and he’s over it. They can forget he ever said anything, as far as he’s concerned. It’s not until Jemma tells him that she wants to talk about it because she feels the same way that he decides to go slow and ask her on a date.

But of course, she is taken away instead.

He works himself to the bone getting her back, but when he succeeds, he clearly thinks they are going to pick up where they left off. He holds her hand, but doesn’t try to kiss her. Instead, he asks for advice on how best to help her and is told that finally going on that date might be the thing she needs. He lays on the charm but stops when she cries, reverting to the friend he’s always been. When she tells him the impossible, that there’s another man, he decides to go back to friend mode permanently. 

It doesn’t help, though, when Jemma starts to make advances. She told him, though, that there’s another man, so what does that mean? Fitz tries to back off and save his rival like she asked, but eventually they get into a fight about it. Jemma tells him that he’s being too good, and he asks her what else she expects him to do. He’s her friend and she asked him for her help, so he’s helping her. He doesn’t kiss her until she basically dares him, and even when she kisses him back, he assumes that it’s a one-time thing. She had feelings for him once, but this other man is clearly better, and he can’t compete. 

It’s not until later, when the other man is dead and he can barely live with himself, that Jemma asks them to start over. Then, Jemma carefully makes advances again. She knows he’s hurting, so she gives him time to heal while strengthening their friendship. When she has an excuse, she holds his hand. When it feels natural, they kiss. But still, Fitz apologizes for moving too fast, since he doesn’t want to assume anything. She tells him he doesn’t have to wait for her, and that she wants them to move forward.

So, they move forward.

It’s not until then that Fitz starts to believe that Jemma loves him, and it’s wonderful. Not perfect, but wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that he decides he wants to ask her to marry him. Only he doesn’t, because he’s not sure what her answer will be. Even after everything they’ve been through, he still worries that she doesn’t feel the same way he does.

And when he gets abducted and brainwashed into doing terrible things, he honestly thinks he’s lost her for good. Still, he’s decided that he can’t love anyone else. He cuts off all other romantic ties and resigns himself, AGAIN, to loving a woman who will never love him back. When she approaches him, he can’t even bear to see her disgust. No one is more surprised than he is when she comes and embraces him, and you can see on his face how much it means to him.

One of the beautiful things about the hug is that it’s a testament to the friendship they have and have always had, but Fitz still finds his ways to tell Jemma that he doesn’t deserve her love anymore.

Now, their relationship has been left in a very vague place, but if you look at their history, you can get an idea of what will probably happen: Jemma will fight for him again, just like she always has. Her biggest enemy is usually Fitz himself, but luckily, she knows how to get him out of their way.

I feel like it’s an important thing to point out, not just because it’s an important part of Fitz’s character, but because it’s been extremely consistent throughout the seasons. Fitz has issues with his self-worth, so of course he doesn’t expect people to love him, but he is also kind and compassionate enough that he values other people’s feelings over his own desires. Of course, he’s not perfect, but he always tries to put other people first, even at his own expense.

So, while I feel sad that this is a big character trait of his, it’s also something I love about him. I hope that one of these days he actually has time to accept Jemma’s love for him, but you know, this is a Whedon show.

listen to me. love, true love, does not ask you to change any of the harmless things about you. you don’t have to be smarter for them. you don’t have to stop taking pictures of the sky, or reading children’s literature, or listening to silly music, or writing poetry about everything that happens to you. I want you never to allow anyone to make you feel small for the beautiful things that you have collected to make your iridescent, unique heart. love yourself enough to stay true to that heart. okay?

BTS Reaction | Dirty talk.

@j-alifr said: is: Hi! Big fan of your reactions right here, I personally think that they are very accurate! Anyway, I wanted to request something and I know you have a lot of requests to do so, please, take your time, no need to rush and take care of yourself ☺️. My request: BTS reaction to S/O talking dirty during sex? You know, the old good “ Your d*** feel so good ” or “ It’s so big ” 🤣. Thank you in advance and much love to you! Fighting!

A/N: Thank youuuu <3

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