the outside toilet

Hufflepuff: fight me

Slytherin: *quietly from where their hufflepuff bff can’t see* do not touch my sweet cinnamon bun if you ever want to see the light of day again


Every time I go to Home Depot I look at the sheds displayed in the parking lot and think, “I could live in that one”. And I mean, for size and price, it’s actually a plausible thing! It’d be a lot of work to finish and outfit it, wire it for electricity, do the plumbing, and I’d need another smaller shed for my beekeeping and canning stuff, but hey, it’s cheaper than a house. It’s got real stairs and eveything! 

Today is Transgender Day of Remembrance, and I’m seeing so many people asking why it’s necessary, and so many people attacking Trans people, even today.

So, friends, you may be asking why today is necessary, you see me, wandering around, telling halls of people that I’m Trans, you see me, living, successfully, and yeah, I am very lucky, but what you see is very different to what I live. Exactly a week ago I walked into my local Asda, and at the front of the store was a rack of newspapers, with front pages full of transphobia.

Tomorrow I’m attending the launch of a children’s poetry anthology my work is featured in, and yet the prevailing argument in the press is that I am not suitable to be around children. And if I’m not, that means my work isn’t. I’ve had schools tell me that they’re worried about booking me because parents might freak out. I am not a threat to anyone, but, apparently, I am.

And yes, I perform poems about being trans, but after every gig, as I go home in the dark, I’m watching my back, constantly aware that a member of that audience may want to kill me because I live so openly. It’s not a rare occurrence. And it’s not a rare occurrence to encounter transphobia after a performance, even if it’s not at ‘murder’ levels.

I try very hard to not go to the toilet in public places, and if I do I either take a friend with me (despite that not being the done thing in men’s toilets) or I tell them to come find me if I’m not out in a certain amount of time. I have ended up face down on the floor of one public toilet, and I’m not having it happen again. When I was in America for two weeks, I didn’t go to the toilet outside of the house I was staying in. Not once. It was too dangerous. It’s dangerous here too, but we don’t have guns.

People don’t see this, they don’t understand, they see one or two trans people in the press, or if they meet trans people in real life, those Trans people generally hide their struggle from them, because we all do it, Trans or not, who wants their friends and loved ones to see the struggles they live, after all? And at the same time they debate our rights, our existence, as if we are a thought exercise, not real people who just want to live our lives.

There are Trans people being killed, there are Trans people being abused, and people are debating whether we deserve human rights. That’s literally a thing being discussed at high levels of government around the world, whether we are HUMAN. I’m sorry, but you cannot look at that debate, and, with a clear conscience, say WE are the threat here

And whether you agree with me or not, it isn’t hard to treat Trans people with a minimal level of civility and even kindness. I don’t ask that you embrace us wholeheartedly, I get that the transphobia you’ve internalised your whole life may make that hard, I just ask that you leave us be, you let us live.

You do not need to fight for us. Just stop fighting against us.

@storyadvocate @jennathearcher

also, amanda LITERALLY arrives at belle reve descending from the sky seconds before the above moment with harley

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Teen Wolf Imagine- What Happened to Y/N? (Part3)

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Author’s Note- Guess What’s coming back after pretty much a year, I know I suck. The Third part to this series, HIGHLY SUGGEST reading part 1 and 2 if you already have because I’ve made slight alterations and it’s going to get complicated, enjoy x

Lydia’s Pov

“Look, I’m sorry for not telling you guys sooner. I just didn’t want to break Y/n’s trust” Lydia spoke quietly. “Lyd, you did nothing wrong, she asked you to keep a secret and you stuck to your word” Allison reassured, rubbing her arm for comfort. “How long was it going on for?” Scott asked, pacing back and forth his livingroom.”Not very long, a few months maybe” she answered truthfully. “Are you sure you want to hear about this?” Stiles asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “No, but if it means finding my sister I’ll do anything” he stated. “She didn’t mean to tell me- it just kind of slipped out one day” she began. Scott let out a small sigh, and flashed her a sympathetic smile. “I’m not angry at you, and I don’t think it’s your fault in the slightest. I just need to know all the possible facts to try and find her” Scott crouched beside her, sensing the guilt and upset radiating from her. She nod her head slowly and gave a weak smile back, as tears began to well in her eyes. She had been holding onto them for so long that they chose that exact moment to make an appearance. Scott reached to hold her hand for added comfort, as she began to tell her side of the story.

It was a few weeks ago, at the seasonal party the sports players would throw to celebrate all of their achievements. Your brother and friends being on the Lacrosse team earned you an automatic invite each time. It was basically just another excuse for the Beacon Hills High jocks and friends to get wasted. You decided to go over to Lydia’s to finish getting ready, because you two are both usually an hour late and the rest of the pack end up having to wait around for you. “Heyy” you beamed, as she opened the front door. “Someone seems very happy” She laughed, as you walked in. “That is becauseee” you anticipated, before showing her the bottle of alcohol in your hand. “Y/n, are you encouraging the participation of underage drinking?” Lydia faked a gasp. “It appears I am” you laughed, as you headed up to her room. “How much have you already had?” she asked, shaking her head with a smile. “A few shots, maybe more” you shrugged, flopping onto her bed. “We’re going to be wasted before we even get there” she claimed, taking the bottle and taking a large drink of it. “That’s the point, we get there an hour later but we don’t need to catch up with everyone else’s drinking” you educated. “Y/n most of our friends are supernatural and cant even get drunk, your brother being one of them” she laughed. “Oh yeah” you giggled. “I’m almost ready, so I’ll do your makeup for you to save time” she said, fixing her neckless in the mirror. It took her about 45 minutes or so, giving you time to sober up a bit more. “Why do you keep smiling like that?” she asked, while applying the finishing touches. You smiled and looked up at her, “Guess who I’m hooking up with” you slurred slightly, with a mischievous grin.

“Wait, so were they just hooking up, or were they dating?” Allison asked, edging forward. “She never said” Lydia shrugged, shaking her head. “Did you ever ask her?” Stiles questioned. “No, she didn’t really like to talk about it that much, so I didn’t ask questions” she answered. “I cant believe he still hasn’t come forward” Allison mumbled. “It’s the first thing he should have done” Lydia agreed. Scott stood staring at the ground in thought, he didn’t really know how to feel right now. “I need to talk to him” Scott eventually spoke. “I think you should wait a bit, give yourself time to take it in” Stiles suggested rationally. “Do you know anything else, anything at all?” Allison quickly asked. “Ermm- the pep rally. He was the last one of us to see her” she suddenly remembered, widening her eyes. “Wait- what?” Stiles asked. “We were dancing with her, and then she disappeared” Allison said, looking at her quizzically. “I saw him staring at her from over the crowd, the next time I looked he was walking off with her following” the image was a little fuzzy due to her being slightly intoxicated back then. “Are you sure?” Allison asked. “I’m sure” she claimed. “We need to find him, now!” Scott said firmly. Everyone stood up, as he grabbed his jacket. “Scott wait, you need time to cool down” Stiles tried to diffuse. “We need to talk about it, before we make any decisions” Allison added. Scott swung the door open, almost crashing into someone on the way out.

“Woah” Isaac said, by the sudden movement. “Scott are you okay?” he asked, as the other three made their way over to the door. “My sister” Scott growled. “You know don’t you” he said, looking down. “Yeah I know” he said between gritted teeth, eyes glowing red. “Let him explain” Allison said, pushing past and standing in-between them both. Scott’s rage came second, to the grounding of his anchor, as his eyes faded back to brown. They all walked back inside the house, taking a seat on the sofas. Isaac put his head in his hands, slightly tugging on his curls in frustration. “Why?” was all Scott managed to say. “It wasn’t planned, we just started kissing one day and one thing led to another and it became a regular arrangement” he justified. “Oh god” Stiles murmured, sensing the awkwardness himself. “You like her don’t you” Lydia pointed out. Isaac glanced at Scott, before gently nodding his head. “Do you know how she feels about you?” Allison asked. “No, I couldn’t tell if she liked me or if it was just for-” He began, but cut himself off. “Look I don’t know where Y/n is, I know just as much as you do” he claimed. “You were the last one to see her” Stiles stated, folding his arms. “I was also the only one to notice she was gone” he quickly fired back. “If I hadn’t texted her, then you wouldn’t have known that she went missing at the rally” he explained. He then proceeded to pull out his phone and pull up the texts. He handed his phone to Scott, who began to read them and conclude that the date and time matched up. “Why are you apologising, what did you do to her?” Scott asked, looking up at him. “We had an argument earlier on, when Lydia saw us” he stated. “Explain” Stiles imputed.

You followed Isaac into the men’s bathroom, which was empty luckily enough, before pushing the trashcan in front of it so no one else could get in. “What is the matter with you?” you asked him. “Nothing” he shrugged, not looking at you. “You have been avoiding me all day, I didn’t even know you were coming tonight until Scott told me” you complained. “I’m sorry, next time I’ll ensure to be on my phone for all hours of the day” he commented. “No Isaac, don’t make me sound petty when you know yourself that you’re being off with me” you stated. He was about to speak before there were loud knocks on the door. “Are you going to let them in? Considering it is a public bathroom and all” he asked, clearly so he didn’t have to continue with the conversation. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong” you crossed your arms. “I needdd a weee” a deep voice called from outside the door, followed by laughs. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong” he said, walking over to you. “I love you Y/n, and you don’t love me back and it is fucking killing me” he blurted out. You just sort of stood there staring at him, not sure what to do. “Isaac” was all you managed to murmur. “I’m sorry- just forget I said anything-” he suddenly said, brushing past you and out of the door. Everything seemed to feel hot, suffocating even. You then shortly walked out, pushing past the drunken boys who had chosen to fall asleep outside the toilets instead. That’s where you felt the clarity of the air.

“So you told her how you felt and she freaked out?” Lydia asked. Isaac simply dropped his head. “I’m so sorry-” Allison said, knowing how shit he must currently be feeling. Scott locked his phone and past it back to him. “I’m mad at you for doing it behind my back, but I know you wouldn’t hurt her” Scott spoke. Isaac looked up, as Scott pulled him into a man hug. He had to remember that he wasn’t the only person to lose you, when you disappeared that day. “Do you know anything else?” Stiles asked. “Well there is something, she’d lie about it every time I would ask” Isaac began. “When I’d see her she’d be covered in bruises and cuts, and sometimes she’d be hurt pretty badly” he told. “Just like when she came home that day” Scott mumbled to himself. “She’d say it was from pack training or gym class, she would always have tons of excuses lined up” Isaac furthered. “We need to find out why she kept getting injured” Stiles suggested. “And who by” Scott finished.

Hope you guys enjoyed, it Is back at last. Let me know if you enjoyed this part or are enjoying it so far. Already started on the next part, I promise you wont have to wait another year for this one x

❧ | redamancy

Originally posted by visual-17

pairing; seventeen hoshi x reader

genre; fluff, angst, arranged marriage

synopsis; your parents put you and soonyoung in an arranged marriage, but you were against it; you weren’t going to marry this stranger just because the adults want to make money. but you fell for him anyway.

word count; 6.3k words (oh wow)

notes; i spent forever on this omg ,, i hope you guys like it !! this is probably the longest scenario i’ve ever written lmao

“That’s not funny,” you laughed nervously and halfheartedly, unsure of whether you should trust the seriousness in your parent’s voice. 

“It’s not supposed to be,” your father sighed gruffly, crossing his arms. Your face dropped and your mood took a 180-degree change for the worse. You got mad. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, although it wasn’t really a question. You were just still in denial. 

“We meant what we said,” your father spoke. “You’re getting married to Mr. Kwon’s son. We’ve arranged it.”

You knew that your parents were major shareholders of the Kwon’s business. You didn’t know how the decision of the arranged marriage came about, but you guessed that it was because of your father’s position in Mr. Kwon’s company. You had caught a glimpse of Mr. Kwon’s son many years ago at your father’s office, but you never spoke to him, let alone know anything about him.

“We’re in the 21st Century, dad,” you deadpanned. “Those things don’t exist anymore.”

“Well, they do, in fact,” your father said. “And we’re implementing it here.”

“That’s not allowed!” you raised your voice. “I’m 19, and I will choose who I’ll live with for the rest of my life! You do not just… just dump a random man on me!”

Your voice was breaking. Your mother frowned a little, showing a tinge of worry, but your father simply shook his head.

Your mother lets out a sigh, too, and takes a royal blue paper bag from the sofa, extending it to you.

“Here’s your outfit for tomorrow,” she said. “We’re paying their family a visit in the morning and having lunch there.”

You grit your teeth and ignored her, turning your back on both your parents, and ran back to your room upstairs. You locked your door and threw yourself onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow. Tears filled your eyes and your chest was congested. You tried to take in a deep breath but all that came out was a soft whimper, followed by uncontrollable sobs, because you knew that you wouldn’t be able to do anything about their decision.

The next morning, at about 7:30 am, the soft rays of the sun filtrated through your white curtains and gently shone onto your bed, very much in contrast of your messy self who was sprawled on the soft sheets, still in dreamland. The rays hit your face and you woke up half-dazed, ignoring how heavy and puffy your eyes were feeling, before running your hands through your brown locks and walking out of your room to go wash up. 

The minute you opened your room door, you were greeted by the same royal blue paper bag sitting smugly at the foot of your door, as if taunting you. You grumbled in annoyance and kicked it to a side, the paper bag crunching against itself before toppling over.

You walked over to the toilet and looked at your own reflection in the mirror, pressing the tips of your fingers under your slightly-swollen eyes. You didn’t look as bad as you thought. At least you still looked human. 

You took your time as you brushed your teeth and washed your face, not wanting to think about the events that were going to unfold as the day goes by.

Your bubble was popped as you see your mother standing outside the toilet the moment you stepped out, leaning onto the wall. 

“Just change and get yourself ready, alright? It isn’t as bad as you think,” your mother says. You don’t argue. 

“Sure.” Was all you said. I bet it’s worse.

You brushed past her and returned to your room. Your mother had taken out the outfit from the bag and laid it out neatly on your bed. It was a simple but pretty white, lace dress that stops just above your knees. You gently rubbed the soft fabric between your fingers and a smile finds its way onto your lips. Pretty, you thought.

You changed into the dress before putting on your makeup. When you were done, you looked into the full-length mirror and that made you oddly a little less angry at your parents — you were happy with how you looked. Not over the top, but subtly formal and neat. 

You noticed a disadvantage about the dress when you stepped out of your warm house, though — it was cold. 

You and your parents got into the car, and you easily warmed back up, your chauffeur driving you three off to Mr. Kwon’s place. Mother had taken her usual seat beside you at the back of the car, and had complimented on how beautiful you looked, which made you smile a little. Grudges were still apparent in your heart, but she was your mother. Other than that, the ride was silent, and the only sounds heard were the soft rumbling of the engine. 

After about a 30-minute drive, the car came to a stop. You glanced out the windows and easily recognized the place as the city central; the area where only the richest of the richest lived. 

Of course, you thought, scoffing lightly to yourself. It’s Mr. Kwon, what else did you expect? 

You got out of the car after your parents, stepping onto the drop-off porch of a penthouse, and you felt the cold air hit your exposed skin once again, making you rub your arms. The moment you got out of the car, you were greeted by two guards who bowed deeply to you. You weren’t used to this but you weren’t exactly uncomfortable either; it was the same situation in your father’s office, although not at home. Your mother and you weren’t ones who liked attention, though you knew your father had enough money to buy a whole new, bigger house with all the servants and cooks he could get. Your mother and you preferred a simple lifestyle, so that didn’t happen.

You politely bowed back slightly, and looked on as the staff and guards around all greeted your father in unison as if he was a highly-respected commando. He just nods.

“This way, Mr. Y/LN,” one of the guards who had greeted you earlier said in a formal tone as he extends an arm to guide your father, who walks into the foyer. It was pleasantly warm. The second guard just stood a casual distance beside your family, acting as, well, a bodyguard. You didn’t see the need to, but you didn’t say anything and just followed.

The lobby itself already made you feel how luxurious the Kwon family was. A large, shining chandelier hung dazzling on the high ceiling of the lobby, and everything was mainly glass, white, or gold. It felt like a palace. 

Wherever you went, whoever you passed by, you were repeatedly greeted and bowed to by random people in uniforms, and that made you a little flustered. But you were professional enough — your father had made sure you were well-trained at handling formal situations since you were young — he didn’t want you to “make a fool of yourself”. 

You all soon reached the lift, and were taken up to the 7th floor. When the doors opened, you were taken into a deeper state of awe (even though you didn’t show it). It was the main living area, which was so unbelievably spacious that your eyes had to take a minute to scan through the entire room. The windows were all full-length, which gave you a beautiful view of the outside. The ceilings, were once again, high. A single level was already extremely tall, so being on the seventh level gave you a sky view.

“You’re here!” You immediately turned towards the voice, who was, without a doubt, Mr. Kwon. He was dressed in a smart, grey suit, with a matching tie, his hair styled back neatly, although grey hair peeked through. You couldn’t help but wonder: does he dress like this all day at home?

Your father and Mr. Kwon shared a brief handshake and a friendly hug, laughing heartily as they joked about a few things you didn’t understand. Mr. Kwon greets your mother too, and she smiles like she always does, greeting him back. His eyes then travel over to you, and you instinctively straightened your back, placing your feet together as you bowed politely. 

“You must be Y/N,” Mr. Kwon says, and you nodded.

“Yes, Mr. Kwon,” you confirmed, feeling a little odd as you answered that. He was speaking as if he had never seen you before, although you were sure you met him before. 

“You look so pretty and all grown up now! It’s been ages since I last saw you! You were still so young and innocent then, running around your father’s office,” he jokes, making you smile and relax a little from your tense self. That explains it. 

You were suddenly reminded of why you were here. The arranged marriage. Your smile faltered and you dropped your head slightly. 

“Take a seat, make yourselves at home! We can talk a little more and have lunch later when it’s prepared,” Mr. Kwon says, leading you three to the sitting area. Lush couches and sofas were lined against the wall, the floors carpeted at some areas.

You sat down on one of the sofas, immediately putting a cushion over your lap as you were conscious of how your dress scooted a little higher up your thigh when you sat down.

“Soonyoung should be here soon, he’s getting changed,” Mr. Kwon said, and your father grins widely, nodding in understanding. 


You were hearing his name for the first time. You already had a picture of him formed in your head, and the way he was viewed in your mind wasn’t very nice. He seemed cocky.

“I hope you weren’t forced into this, Y/N,” Mr. Kwon smiles, a little bitterly. “I hope you understand.”

You almost scoffed aloud. An arranged marriage was an arranged marriage. Who isn’t forced into one? What were you even supposed to understand?

Just then, the lift lets out a soft ‘ding’, its doors sliding open again. Everyone naturally turned to the lift, and a man steps out — you wouldn’t have recognized him if not for his distinct eyes — the only thing that hadn’t changed since the last time you saw him as a toddler, during that incident of you running about the office.

Soonyoung donned a simple but good-looking grey turtleneck sweater and jeans, and had a meek smile plastered on his face as he quickly walked over to where you all were. He greeted your parents, and apologized for being late. Your parents didn’t mind a single bit; they seemed completely smitten by their ‘son-in-law to-be’. 

His soft tiger-like eyes looked over to you, and his smile changed to one with his lips just pressed together, the corners turned up slightly. You returned the exact same monotone smile.

“Hello,” you said, bowing slightly while seated. 

“Hello,” Soonyoung said, bowing too. It was so painfully awkward, you felt the tip of your ears burn.

Soonyoung sits down on the individual seat at the side, and the air was… tense, for a moment. 

Mr. Kwon breaks the silence. “I believe both the kids already know what’s going on, right?”


You and Soonyoung both glanced at each other, making eye contact on accident, but you quickly looked back down as he turned to his father, nodding hesitantly. 

“We’ll have to decide on the… date,” Mr. Kwon says simply, believing that everyone present was smart enough to break down on what he meant. “It’s either happening 2 years later, or 3 years later. You can choose.”

It didn’t occur to you that Mr. Kwon was directing the question to you and Soonyoung; you thought he was asking the adults for their inputs. When you realized everything was quiet for a little too long, you looked up to notice everyone staring at you. 


You could literally feel your father’s piercing glare at you.

Mr. Kwon just chuckles a bit, which made you like him more than you originally did. He was just so nice, and didn’t have any airs, unlike what you had envisioned him to be. 

“I said—” 

“No, no, I heard what you said, it’s just — was that question for me?” you asked a little cautiously.

“For you and Soonyoung, yes,” Mr. Kwon confirms himself, nodding.


Everything became quiet for a while as you tried to process everything in your head. You, a nineteen-year-old, is getting married to a holy rich twenty-one-year-old whom you barely knew, against your will, and his father is telling you to choose the date of your wedding. Now. It’s either you choose the earlier date, or the later date. With the difference of a year.

You swallowed nervously, your fingers playing with the soft fabric of the cushion on your lap. “The thing is —”

“Two years later,” Soonyoung interrupted. You ogled at him. What did he just say?

“Two years, Dad,” Soonyoung repeats, shooting you a look you couldn’t quite decipher the meaning behind. “Let’s put it as that.”

Mr. Kwon glances at you for your acknowledgement, but words were stuck in your throat. 

“I-I…” you stammered again.

“She’s okay with it,” your father speaks up, supporting Soonyoung. “Let’s just settle it with that.”

Mr. Kwon lets out a uncertain sigh, but nods. 

“Alright then.”

You couldn’t say anything; because even saying that you wanted it held 3 years later didn’t sound right to you either. You didn’t even want to get married!

“You two can head upstairs,” Mr. Kwon says kindly. “The adults will talk among ourselves, and you two can just… get to know each other better.”

That made you clench the the cushion in your fist, already feeling the awkwardness awaiting you bone-deep. 

“Thanks, Dad,” Soonyoung says a little flatly, although a hint of sincerity could be heard. He stands up, sliding his hands in his pockets and walking past you, to where the lift was. When he notices that you don’t stand up to follow him after he passes you, he turns around. 

“Why’re you still sitting there? Let’s go,” he said, not rudely. You snap out of your thoughts and sheepishly stood up, straightening out your dress and putting the cushion back in place on the corner of the sofa.

Soonyoung extends an arm to gesture for you to go first, and you do. Soonyoung, the polite boy he was trained to be, said his goodbyes to the adults, before catching up with you and following you to the lift.

He pulls a hand out of his pocket to press the lift button, before casually placing his hands back in his pocket. 

Your eyes curiously looked around the level one more time, as if you were never going to see it again. You noticed a wide spiral staircase at the side of the level leading upstairs, but you guessed that wasn’t where you’re heading to.

“Level 10,” Soonyoung said, as if reading your thoughts. You blinked at looked at him, puzzled. 

He smiles a little, a gentle smile which made your skin tingle. “That’s where we’re going.”


Soonyoung chuckles, just as the lift arrives at your level, and the doors slide open. “You say that a lot.”

The both of you walk in, and Soonyoung pushes the button with the number 10 on it. 

“I do?”

“Yeah. You did just now too.”

You just shrug, and keep quiet. You didn’t really feel like talking, specifically not to him. It annoyed you to think that you had to marry him when you didn’t even love him. It annoyed you that you keep forgetting that you’re going to have to live with this guy for the rest of your life. 

You kept seeing him as just someone you’d meet, just for today. But the moment you snap back into reality, no, that’s not the case. You’re seeing him for the rest of your life, Y/N dear. 

You subconsciously let out a deep breath, which made Soonyoung glance at you. He didn’t say anything, though. He had an idea of the reason anyway. 

The lift reaches the 10th level, and you were instantly, once again, wonderstruck by the interior, and the view it had — which was the first thing that caught your eye. Since one would already have a sky view from the 7th level, the 10th level was just… much higher, which made the view ten times better. You found yourself walking briskly over towards the wide, glass windows, your palms gently pressing onto the hard, smooth surface as you stared out. It was still morning, so the sunlight was scattering the sky, spearing through the clouds, creating beautiful individual rays of golden light. A smile found its way onto your lips. 

Soonyoung just stares as you do what you were doing. You definitely are different, he thinks. 

He calls out to you. “Hey, Y/N?”

You spoke without turning to face him. “Yeah?”

“Don’t you wanna explore?”

You quickly pulled your hands back from the glass, as if it had just burnt into your skin. You looked over to Soonyoung, who cocked his head to a side.

“Look, I think I’d have to make this clear,” you said as seriously as you could, making sure that you kept your tone firm but not too discourteous. 

“Hmm?” Soonyoung hums a little, making his way towards you. You sucked in a deep breath of air and let it out.  

“I don’t know about you, but I’m against this whole thing. I’m guessing you are, too, but even if you’re not, I don’t really care. I’m still gonna try and get out of this somehow, so don’t… try anything on me.”

You wanted to slap yourself. How could you even say that from your own mouth?

Soonyoung shrugs. “I won’t, since you say so,” he replies. “But you’ve gotta worry about yourself.” 

You just frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He merely chuckles, and continued walking over. When he didn’t stop at a natural distance and continued closing the gap between the two of you, it made you take tiny resigned steps backwards, pressing your back against the glass.


Soonyoung smiles, his face inches away from you. You couldn’t help but subtly scrutinize his features; the way the light from behind you hit his face made him look astonishingly beautiful. 

Your heart was pounding so hard against your chest, you were afraid that he might hear it.

“Well, I just mean, you should be careful…” he says, almost sweetly. “Don’t fall for me.”

You wanted to scorn at him. But instead, your breath hitches. “I-I won’t.”

Soonyoung laughs quietly before retreating, and you let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you had been holding.

You two didn’t talk much after that, and your parents could tell from the tenseness you had during lunch. 

The lunch meal prepared was comparable to that of a five-star restaurant. Everything was garnished and plated neatly, and the long, rectangular table was filled with dish after dish. 

The adults were still talking among themselves.

You were reserved about eating with people you didn’t know well, so you had ended up just sheepishly eyeing the food laid out on the table while poking at your plain bowl of rice. 

Soonyoung, who was made to sit beside you, noticed how you were literally just feeding yourself with white rice. He uses his chopsticks to pick up some fish meat from the plate in front of him, and casually places it in your bowl.

“Here,” he says, taking a few more of the other dishes and placing them all in your bowl. “Just eat.”

He returns back to eating after that, and so did you. You shot him sheepish side-glances, unsure of how you were supposed to feel or react. 

After lunch, both you and Soonyoung’s parents somehow decided that it was a good idea to leave you here to stay to ‘get closer with Soonyoung’. 

“You two were going to have to live together in two years time anyway,” they had said, “so why not let you get used to the place first?”

“But…” you trailed off, trying to find an excuse to go back home. “My clothes. I need to get my clothes.” You looked down at yourself, who was still in the white dress. You started noticing more and more of its flaws after wearing it for the day. It was a bit too tight, and it wouldn’t stop riding up your thighs. Which was very annoying to you.

“I’ll get one of my people to help you bring them over if you want,” Mr. Kwon assures. “But we’ve got an entire wardrobe for you too, so you could use that.”

You nearly stared at him. Already?

“Well, you see…” you laugh a little. “I usually wear really casual clothing around the house so—”

“That’s no problem too,” Mr. Kwon smiles. “We’ve got lots of different styles of clothing prepared in your closet, I’m sure everything’s covered. But if you do need anything else, you can just ask one of the maids to get it for you.”

You see Soonyoung nodding a little at his father’s words, although he seemed to be in a daze. His eyes were looking at somewhere random, but he was definitely listening. 

“…Right,” you say softly. “Thank you, then.”

You had no more excuses. You could practically feel how hopping mad your father was right now, and you internally decided that it wasn’t a good idea to continue your little protest. 

Mr. Kwon grins, pleased. “It’s all settled then. You can, of course, go back to your place whenever you like, but this shall be your home too from now.”

He looks over to his secretary, who was standing at a side, and told him to make sure that everyone accommodates to you. You’re practically in a princess’ position now — you’re the daughter-in-law to-be of the CEO. 

Okay. That just slapped your across the face.

Your parents left right after lunch. You and your mother exchanged a hug, and you heard her whisper a quiet “take care, alright?” into your ear, which you replied to by nodding. 

“It’s not like we’re not seeing each other again, mum,” you joked lightheartedly, making her smile, although it was obvious that it wasn’t genuine. 

And with that, they left, once again escorted by guards. 

You followed Soonyoung back to level 10, where he had said his room was. You haven’t seen it, though. 

“The whole of Level 10 is pretty much for me,” he said, but not in a arrogant way. “And now it’s yours too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not. I’m just here temporarily.”

“Whatever you say,” Soonyoung said, walking towards another part of the level that you hadn’t been at yet. The level was partitioned and divided into different sections, and Soonyoung led you to a bedroom. 

He pushed down the door handle and pushed it open. It was a simple and classy room, the main colors being wooden brown, beige and white shades. A queen sized bed sat in the center of the room, and a full length window at one of the walls beside the bed was hidden by a curtain. There were nightstands on both sides of the bed. You liked it — it was homey. 

“Your room,” Soonyoung says, taking you aback. 

“Mine?” you asked. “Isn’t it yours?” 

He shakes his head. “Mine’s there.” He nods over to the room next to the one you were standing outside. 


“There it is again,” he chuckles, and you laugh. “Go on in.”

You walked in carefully, your eyes darting around the room. Your hand naturally brushed across the soft bed sheets when you walked past it. You were grateful that you had a room all too yourself. Soonyoung smiles, seeing how you liked the place. 

“How is it?” he asked, although he could already tell from your expression. 

“Perfect,” you mumble. 

“Your closet’s here,” he said, and you turned to him. He presses a button on the wall in front of your bed, and the wall literally slides open relatively fast. You widened your eyes.

“That’s… cool.” 

“I know,” Soonyoung said, grinning, and you went in. Mr. Kwon was right — every type of clothing you could possibly imagine was already there. From casual tees to hoodies to dresses; they were all hung up neatly. 

“Oh, and…” Soonyoung drifts off and coughs a bit, and you could tell it was forced. 


He coughs again, stifling a snicker. “Undergarments in that drawer.” He gestures to the one behind you, and you stared at him in disbelief for a moment before bursting into laughter. 

“You pervert!” you laughed. You were slightly embarrassed, but surprisingly not too much. He laughs along with you, his eyes pressing into tiny slits. 


Over the next few weeks, or a few months, you two grew undeniably closer, the major reason being your awkwardness around the penthouse. You knew no one else, and you couldn’t possibly keep to yourself the whole day — so Soonyoung was pretty much your only companion.

You realized Soonyoung wasn’t as stuck-up as you thought he would be. He was extremely carefree and outgoing, and decently caring. He had noticed of how you were socially uncomfortable and kept to yourself a lot after ‘moving’ into the penthouse — it was just your personality, really — and Soonyoung always teased you about it. But it was genuinely to help you get used to everything. 

“Miss, would you like me to iron out your dress?” he had asked in a high-pitched voice from behind you while you were in your closet, picking out clothes to wear. Strangely, you didn’t know that it was him, and started stuttering. 

“N-no, it’s alright, thank you—”

When you turned around, you see Soonyoung leaning against the wall frame of the closet, one of his legs behind the other, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His shoulders jerked a little as he snickered playfully. 

“Soonyoung! Stop doing that!” you chided, throwing a sweater at him, which he swiftly caught. He pushed himself up from the wall, laughing.

“It’s funny to see you react!” he said pointedly, walking into your closet and hanging the sweater back into it’s place. “Wanna go out today?”

You grinned. “Where?”

He pushes his shoulders up in a shrug. “You choose.”

This other time, about 4 months into living in the penthouse, you had a fight with Soonyoung, which resulted in cold war for about 2 or 3 days. You had left the penthouse alone without him knowing, although the guards had tried to stop you. You had lied that you had informed Soonyoung, which made them reluctantly let you out. All you wanted was some fresh air, you didn’t think much about it.

When Soonyoung found out, he immediately called you back, and he had unconsciously raised his voice at you when you got back to the penthouse. 

“How could you just leave without telling anyone? What if something happens to you? You even lied to the guards that I knew that you were leaving? Can’t you be more responsible?!” Soonyoung shouted, making the staff at the level quickly retreat to the other levels to do their jobs. They didn’t want to see the scene unfold.

You were shocked, angry, and honestly scared at how Soonyoung was acting.

“You don’t own me! Who are you to shout at me just because I went out? Is it against the law? What is wrong with you!?” you shouted back. Your eyes were filled with tears. 

“You know your position now! You’re going to be the daughter of a CEO’s family! What if someone does something to you? And hold you hostage or something!?” he argued.

Soonyoung then lets out a loud grunt and storms to his room, slamming the door shut, which made you jump although you had already predicted that he would do that. 

You cried even more later. You didn’t know why, but it hurt. He didn’t talk to you at all for the next couple of days; except for a few mumbles of “ya”s and “no”s when you tried to strike a conversation. 

A few days later, while you and Soonyoung were still at cold war, Soonyoung got sick with a relatively high fever. Everyone started making a big fuss about him, and one of the housemaids kept going into his room every half an hour or so to check on him, changing the towel on his forehead every so often. He couldn’t even sleep in peace, which worsened his headache. 

You had left Soonyoung alone, though, because you knew he needed rest, and was still a bit apprehensive about approaching him.

But you came to notice how you heard his room door clicking open often. Too often. You got out of your room and walked over to his, to see the housemaid dipping the towel in a bucket of water on his nightstand, before wringing it out and placing it back on top of his forehead. When she saw you standing outside, she immediately finished up and walked out, telling you not to go in, since you could get yourself sick. 

You hesitated for a moment and looked past her and into the room, seeing Soonyoung’s pale self lying on the bed, beads of sweat glistening on his neck as a small frown moulded itself onto his features. His chest was steadily rising and falling, the sheets pulled up to his tummy. 

You shook your head. “I’ll take care of him, you can proceed with your other tasks.”

The housemaid was about to advise you against it, but she knew better than to shoot off her words. She simply bows in acknowledgment and gets back to her daily work. 

You sigh and walked in, closing the door behind you to prevent others from coming in to disturb him from his sleep. You quietly sat down beside him, and pulled his blanket higher up as you took another cloth from the nightstand, dabbing dry his sweat on his neck. 

Soonyoung was half-awake, and felt that the presence was of a different person, which made his eyes flutter open. You froze.

To your surprise, instead of ushering you out, a weak smile tugs on Soonyoung’s lips. “Hey.”

You bit your lip, trying to act aloof as you continued wiping off his sweat. “Go back to sleep.”

He just blinked slowly, not taking his eyes of you. “I’m sorry for shouting at you the other day.”

You stopped again, this time putting the cloth away. “I’m sorry too, but not now, Soonyoung. Don’t think about that.”

Soonyoung shakes his head lightly, and felt his head spin a little. His hand reaches out to yours, and he just holds it as he let his eyelids fall close. He swallows, starting to drift back to sleep. 

A few quiet moments later of you just sitting there, you let out yet another silent sigh. You couldn’t look away from him; his resting, peaceful self looking so calm to you. You started to rethink about the past 5 months you have spent together, and shook your head. 

Somehow, your brain has twisted itself into thinking that love does not exist in an arranged marriage. And for that, you convinced yourself that you didn’t love him. 

Over the next 2 days, you took care of Soonyoung, who pretty much just slept through the whole day. You were glad, though, that he was resting. It also gave you time to sort out your thoughts. 

You brought in simple meals into his room during meal hours, such as porridge or just a warm bowl of soup. Soonyoung didn’t have a really good appetite, so he only ate for the sake of filling his stomach. You checked in on him at appropriate timings too. He got better fairly quickly, and he was able to move around 2 days later. 

“How’s your head?” you asked as Soonyoung got off the bed and walked into his closet. He had been feeling extreme drowsiness during the period of time that he was sick.

“Better,” he said, smiling. “Thanks to you.”

You looked away from him as you felt your face heat up. “Don’t say that.”

You hear Soonyoung chuckle, and he ruffled your hair. “Really though. Thanks a lot.”

You simply hummed in reply, and turned to him with a sneer. “You’re gonna have to repay me somehow.”

He raised an eyebrow and started to fake a cough. You laughed and slapped the back of your hand to his stomach. “Don’t fake it, I’m not dumb.”

Soonyoung pretended to hurt when you hit him, clutching his stomach and bending over. You laughed harder, faking a knee-kick towards him. He laughs too, retreating in defense. 

“Why would you hurt a sick person?” he jokes, and you roll your eyes in amusement. 

“Yeah, right. Would you like another few days of lying in bed, Mr Soonyoung?” you said, raising the pitch of your voice to match that of a housemaid’s. 

“N-no thank you, I-I’m fine,” Soonyoung pretends to stutter exaggeratedly, impersonating you. You widen your eyes, staring at Soonyoung incredulously.

“Did you just…” you said, shock still written all over your face. Soonyoung was doubled over in a laughing fit; it was a laughter that he could feel in his lungs, one that took his breath away. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly too.

One night, you two went to bed as usual at around 11pm. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a loud, hollow thud that came from somewhere. You froze for a moment, your heart palpitating. What was that?

You eventually got up from bed and walked over to Soonyoung’s room, your palms sweaty as you took cautious steps down the dark hallway. You could see the moonlight pouring into the living area of the level.

Although it was near, you finally got to Soonyoung’s bedroom and quietly knocked on the wooden door with your knuckles. “Soonyoung?”

The door opens with a confused Soonyoung standing behind it. “Why’re you awake?”

“Did you hear that?” you asked.

“The thud?”


He nodded, yawning. “I think one of the housemaids dropped something upstairs. Don’t worry about it and go back to sleep.”

You reluctantly nodded, and was about to turn around and go back to your room when you felt something behind you, making your hair stand on end. 

When something touched your back, you literally jumped and let out a yelp, turning around so fast that you thought your neck was going to snap. You stumbled backwards, accidentally bumping onto Soonyoung, who caught you and steadied you on your feet. 

“I’m so sorry, Young Miss! I was cleaning and something fell from the table upstairs, I wanted to come down and check that you weren’t disturbed by it.”

It was one of the housemaids. You heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, apologizing repeatedly for how you reacted. 

“It’s pretty late, go rest now and continue cleaning tomorrow,” Soonyoung instructs, and the housemaid does what she’s told. 

After the housemaid left, Soonyoung starts snickering at you, which resulted in you lightly hitting him again. 

“Stop laughing!” you hiss, and he bites in his lips as he stifles his laughter.

“Yes, Young Miss.”

You chuckled and shook your head in disbelief, glancing out of Soonyoung’s room. The outside seemed so much more eerie now, for some reason. You knew that you were overthinking, but you couldn’t help it. 

Soonyoung suddenly pulls you back into the room with one hand, and closed his room door with his other hand. 

You looked at him. “What are you doing?”

He smiles reassuringly, the only source of light in the room being his warm-lit beside lamp. “You don’t have to go back to your room. Just sleep here tonight.”

“But—” you stopped yourself, changing your words. “Is… that okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” 

You shrugged meekly. “Just because.”

He shakes his head and walks back to his bed, getting under the covers and patting the empty space beside him. You smile slightly, climbing under the covers of his bed, too. 

“Can you keep the lamp on?” you whispered softly, just because it was night time. It was a habit of yours to speak softly at night.

Soonyoung looked confused for a moment, but his gaze slowly melts into a soft smile as he nods. “Of course. Go to sleep now.”

You smile too, and closed your eyes. But sleep didn’t come. You couldn’t just go to sleep when you’re lying beside Kwon Soonyoung. You find yourself warily opening your eyes a while later, after knowing that he was asleep by the steady breaths that he was taking. 

You shifted a bit, making yourself more comfortable, as you lay facing him. The corners of your lips turned up gently as you let out a soft breath.

“I think I like you,” you sighed softly, so softly you would’ve thought that you had said that internally. 

A moment later, a smirk appears on Soonyoung’s lips. “I warned you that you would.”

You quickly flipped yourself over to face to other side, scooting a little further from Soonyoung as you buried your face in his pillow which smelled soothingly like him. 

Soonyoung’s eyes flickered open, chuckling when he sees your embarrassed self. 

“Come here.” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and making you turn back to face him at the same time. You inhaled sharply. You were against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection, his brown eyes staring deep into yours. 

“I think I like you too.”

Soonyoung’s lips gently presses onto yours, the euphoric warmth blossoming in the both of you; you never knew a kiss so innocent could be so intimate and electrifying. His lips and yours melted into each other, and you could feel him smiling. 

The two of you pull away, and Soonyoung grins. 

“Lucky that I chose the date that was 2 years later. I don’t think we’d be able to wait for 3.”

You laughed a soft, melodic laugh that echoed in Soonyoung’s ears. “Right.”

With a soft chuckle, the two of your lips touched again. 

So love in arranged marriages do happen.

Cat Vs Dickhead

Okay, here’s the background info: my parents own a few rental properties. I’m living in one of them on the cheap while I study. I share it with a couple of others but the person this tale is about is Dickhead. Dickhead’s tales of dickheaddery could go on for many paragraphs but suffice to say he has been ‘asked to leave’ and is moving out next week. Dickhead has issues with a lot of things, including but not limited to: cleaning, women, people who don’t like football, and my pet cat. He says he likes most cats, he just hates this one. Cat has been my loyal companion for double digit years and I think she’s just the best cat ever. The stuff Dickhead finds annoying about her - miaowing, shedding fur, playing with her toy mouse - is pretty standard cat stuff.

Now, Cat and I have been in this property longer than any of the other housemates - they all knew when they moved in that Cat was part of the deal. They don’t have to love her they just have to not kick her and remember to shut their doors if they don’t want her in their rooms because she’s a cat and she doesn’t seem to understand what “don’t go in there” and “no” means. For the most part, she gets the hint and only goes into my bedroom; I mostly tell them to shut their doors to cover my ass. She’s a clever girl, she knows who likes her and who doesn’t, and remembers whose room is whose. You also need to know a little about the layout of the house. The back porch has Cat’s food and water, cat door, and a couple of blankets by the window because she likes to sit there and watch birds, as well as some storage and shoes and the like. Cat’s scratch post, toys and basket are all in the common area, but she usually sleeps on my bed. Basically, it’s important that the porch door is always open so she can get to her food, and get outside to go toilet, and then come back in to play and sleep.

As part of my studies, I sometimes have to go away on field trips - usually only 3-4 days so not too long. I don’t burden any of the housemates with feeding Cat, instead I give my friend Awesome Friend a key and she feeds her in return for takeout and movies when I get back - she says she’d do it for free, because she thinks Cat is great. All housemates have to do is keep the door open for Cat. I’ve also said to housemates that they can shut her in the porch overnight if she’s being annoying, but it’s really important that they open the door again first thing in the morning because being shut out makes her stressed, and like many cats, when she’s stressed she vomits and toilets where she shouldn’t and that’s no fun for anyone.

Now, I’ve had some problems in the past with Dickhead leaving Cat shut out for much longer than just overnight. He and I are usually the only ones in at the weekend, because other housemates both have long distance partners who they visit fairly often - which is how I know it’s Dickhead shutting her out and not the others. By some miracle, she’s always been okay but I’ve kept on warning him that leaving her in a small space for so long is going to make her sick (she’s a bit of a princess and as much as she can go outside she doesn’t seem to like it much - it’s fall and starting to go cold, she’s smaller than the other neighbourhood cats, and she’s getting old so her eyes and joints aren’t what they were).

This weekend, I had a trip so I gave AF a set of keys to look after Cat. Now, AF works weird shifts at a bar so she can’t always do a morning feed and a night feed - which is fine, Cat has kibble down all the time so technically doesn’t need wet food too, she just likes it and we spoil her. AF phoned me after lunch on day 2 to say that Cat had been shut out all day, but AF had fed her, given her a cuddle, and let her into the house and she seemed fine, could I please remind Dickhead (AGAIN) to not shut her out for so long. I’m a bit annoyed, I shoot Dickhead a “please remember to let the cat out” text, and think nothing of it.

Until I see Dickhead’s reply. You see, because he’d been shutting Cat out he’d been leaving his bedroom door open. And Cat was sad, stressed, and out for vengeance. So when AF let Cat out, she went straight over to Dickhead’s room and vomited on his work uniform.

Cat 1 - Dickhead 0

‘Crafter tools: Napkins

Do you know what is a free thing, given away in stacks at pretty much any fast food joint that breakdown in water? 

That’s right - Napkins

These things are the best for a variety of reasons. Creating a new dry spell recipe and don’t want to waste a jar or fancy satchel for testing? Use a napkin. Want to test some fast acting sigils on something dissolvable and easily destroyed? Napkins. Want some paper poppets or hex papers? Napkins. 

Want to make a hard curse action item that is given to who ever uses said item? NAPKINS. 

You can substitute toilet paper or paper towels should you desire, but honestly just go into your nearest mcdonalds, order a dollar ice tea and take a stack of napkins out of the dispenser next to the ketchup. 

Minimum wage employees do not get paid enough to give a fuck that you took a freely offered item. Just don’t take the whole dispenser out the door, that might raise some eyebrows. 

.:Poppet napkin Bad Luck Poke jinx:. 

You will need: 

  • Napkin
  • Scissors
  • Pen
  • Lemon juice or vinegar
  • A needle

Step one: Unfold napkin so that it is a single layer of paper. Using scissors carefully cut out the shape of a person. This is going to represent the person your jinxing. 

Step two: Write the name of the person onto the poppet. Keep this persons image in your mind as you write. 

Step three: Impose that image in your mind onto the poppet. That paper napkin person is now that dudebro that constantly hits on you at work. Put all of your feelings that person rises in you into that napkin. That thing IS that person. 

Step four: Place poppet in a container that can hold liquids. Dollar store Tupperware is a good for these quick karma hits. 

Step five: Add lemon or vinegar to poppet. This is a sour energy, attracting bad luck and smacking a person in the face with unpleasantness. A few drops to the poppets hand will focus the bad luck into that location, or you can cover completely to infect the whole aura of a person. 

Step six: Poke poppet with the needle. Several times. The needle is poking holes into a persons natural defenses, making it easier for the spell to seep in and take effect faster. 

Step seven: Let everything sit for a bit. The longer the poppet is ‘alive’ the longer the spell will last. If you wait about 15 minutes the jinx itself should last long enough to hit the person with at least one good smack of bad luck. Leave the poppet in lemon for two hours and the person could end up with a good weeks worth of unfortunate events. 

Step eight: Discard poppet and clean up area. Discard either in garbage can outside or flush down toilet. Remember that poppet is still that person, when you destroy it you are representing what you want to happen. 

Step nine: Take a deep breath and let all those negative emotions leave you. You are strong and capable. You just fought back. Remember, its okay to be alright with wanting someone to get what they deserve in life. 

Note: Jinx’s are a temporary spell, usually used as a one time slap. If you want to push this spell into a full hex or curse that’s up to you to craft it out.