these are the reason i stayed in school and off of drugs

anonymous asked:

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.

- ALL OF MY CLASSES WERE SO FAKE

- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

Art School Stereotypes I’ve observed*

Animation

  • N e r d s
  • Unhealthily obsessed with video games, anime, Disney, or some sick combination of the three
  • One of the most sleep-deprived majors, but also surprisingly chipper (there are exceptions)
  • Instantly recognizable by their triforce t-shirts or Pokemon Go snapbacks
  • In spite of everything, they have the highest population of straight-edge asexuals
  • If you weren’t straight edge and celibate before, then prepare to be, because you’re about to disown all bodily urges and dedicate your life to drawing cartoon animals

Illustration

  • Like Animation majors, but cooler and much better taste in fashion. A little less tech-savvy, though
  • Comic book nerds

Painting & Drawing

  • A friend of mine once said, “People who love animation go into animation. Then they realize it’s a ton of work and switch to illustration. Then they realize THAT’S a ton of work and switch into Painting & Drawing.”
  • Highest percentage of colorful hair and weird tattoos/piercings
  • grunge
  • Listen to music you’ve never heard of
  • Smoke a LOT, asthmatics beware

Ceramics

  • Kinda stereotypical stoners or high level artsy kids, but not that pretentious 
  • Somehow even more conceptual and indie than P&D
  • Behind the ceramics building, there’s a sculpture garden of all the sculptures of students past. Every night, the campus closes at 4AM. They say it’s for security, but I say it’s because the sculptures all come to life at that point. I mean, think about it. The whole “spooky midnight hour” is so cliche, I don’t know anyone who DOESN’T stay up till midnight at least once a week. But 4AM? That’s the true witching hour. The hour that belongs only to the living sculptures (and architecture majors I guess)

Glass

  • Frankly, the least hygienic major
  • All the males and most of the females have a rank odor after being sweatily hunched over the steaming hot forges for too long
  • Might be stoners, but the chill, easy-to-hang-out-with stoners
  • Probably the most like a real family. I always walk by the Glass Studio at night and feel the breeze of warm air from their fire, catch a riff of tasteful classic rock, and hear the echoes of genuine laughter from within. It must be nice to have a home.

Jewelry

  • I dunno, I’ve never met one. They put on some sick gallery shows, though.

Graphic Design

  • In spite of Graphic Design as an art not being super emotional or indie compared to, say, Painting, the GD majors are probably some of the most tortured souls I’ve met
  • I used to be best friends/date a GD major and watched before my eyes as she was crushed by the world around her from Freshman to Junior year. Honestly I’m not sure if she still goes here. We don’t talk anymore, it’s too painful. I miss her, or rather, I miss the person she used to be. The person she used to be before Graphic Design.
  • I’m now roommates with a poor little GD Freshman, and I worry about her every day. Not as a lover like with the last one, but as a parent. What will happen to her? How long will she last? Cheyenne, if you’re reading this, run away while you still can.
  • Gets excited about fonts and kerning.
  • I don’t really know what kerning is.

Photography

  • Outdoorsy and nature loving hippies
  • The chillest major, I envy them
  • Photography IS hard work, don’t get me wrong, but come ON! You travel to a beautiful mountain spring, snap a few pictures, and call it a day
  • Never need to pull all-nighters
  • Seriously, I deeply respect Photography as an art and all BUT

Film

  • Some of them are also outdoorsy and nature loving hippies, the rest are hipSTERS
  • “I don’t watch ‘movies.’ I watch Films.
  • Apparently they have something of a drug problem, i.e., half the class comes in stoned
  • My friend Chris said one of the film teachers plays Porno he made in class, I’m not sure if he was messing with me or not

Architecture

  • Oh boy, Architecture
  • The coldest hearts of any major
  • The only nice Architecture majors are the first years. After that last final, something inside of them breaks. At that point they either crawl to a different major in submission, or become as sharp, straight, and lifeless as the buildings which they spend so much time designing
  • They literally do not sleep
  • Seriously, I was pulling an all-nighter last week (since the Architecture place is the only place open 24/7) and I swear to god there was an entire CLASSFULL of the Architects up and jamming from 10pm to 7am. I tried to sleep, but the Architecture majors just wouldn’t quit. Also, it was so cold there. So cold. Cold from the hearts of fifth-year Architects. I’m bringing my winter backpacking sleeping bag next time.

Industrial Design

  • Mostly foreign exchange students, especially Chinese, Indian, and Korean
  • I don’t speak Chinese, Indian, OR Korean so I can’t say much else
  • Vaguely like Architecture majors, only they appear to have a normal spectrum of human emotions 

Interactive Design

  • What is Interactive Design? Honestly I don’t really know. Like making Apps or some shmuck.
  • Tech
  • Graphic Designers who love themselves

Fashion

  • Mostly female
  • Obviously they’re very very VERY nicely dressed
  • Calm, confident, but also have fun sides

Textiles

  • Most of the textiles students I’ve met are just stop-motion loving Animators
  • I think the ones that aren’t are probably like grandmas that love knitting or something

Furniture

  • Honestly I didn’t know this was a major until like last semester
  • The only furniture major I’ve met was this Norwegian dude who looked like a greek god 
  • We were once assigned to do a group project together but then he blew me off to go surfing so I had to do it myself. Seriously? Surfing???? Like I’d be mad but that’s a cool reason to blow someone off. Hell, I’d blow people off surfing if I had the easy life of a non-animation-major

Writing

  • “We have a writing program?”
  • They’re cool though
  • Get really excited about books. I’ve read only about three or four books so I kind of just smile and nod while they talk
  • Seem genuinely interested in other people’s stories

Community Art

  • I’m not entirely sure what this is
  • Passionate about social justice and teamwork

Disclaimer: No offense to any of them (except architecture majors)

*At California College of the Arts from my relativley limited perspective as an animation major who frankly has only had minimal interactions with the others

3 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

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WORD COUNT: 4,091

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as dead bodies 

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Addicted. {Mafia & Soulmate AU) Part 1

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe. 

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, substance abuse, mature themes, strong language

Word count: 4,085

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.


You were fucked up. You were incoherent at this point, but goddamn did you fucking love it. Getting messed up, doing what you want… it was the lifestyle you had adapted to. As a child, you were the star of your parents lives. Straight A’s, sports, clubs… Everything to the nines as a privileged baby. When you left for school it all changed. You found drugs. You found alcohol. You found a love in breaking rules.

Right now you were cruising down a highway with your roommates. You’d moved off of campus for your junior year into this shitty apartment that you could all barely afford. There were four of you and right now you were all high as fuck. They were just high, but you… you were so twisted. Scotch whiskey never tasted better than on a fall day. They kept going on about the color of your hair today and how vibrant it looked. It was a normal golden brown, but you wouldn’t even know. Your brown was the color of grey.

His blue must have been grey. He definitely had it worse, not being able to see the clear skies or waters that were all around. It was terrible, not being able to see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you saw them. Some people were denied the most beautiful sights until they ran into their soul mate. You were lucky- it was just a brown. Well, gold. Throughout your life you’d gotten all of the gold medals, but they didn’t really mean too much as they were just a plain grey.

It was all dumb, the way this world worked. Predetermined things deciding your fate… fucking insane.

You were at your high, windows all rolled down, smoking a blunt into the sunset. Throwbacks were blasting through the car as were the sounds of other cars, driving into the distance. You were happy. Laughing, singing. Everything was good. It was always good.

Then there it was. A moment of eye contact as you passed a black van. He had blonde hair and beautiful eyes. It was a brief few seconds, but you saw it. The specs of gold in his eyes that looked bored. He looked out the window to avoid whoever he was with. He was met with your eyes. Met with a fate.


He was intense. Min Yoongi was the most intense man he knew, as chided by everyone around him. Bangtan. The name of his gang that ruled the streets around them. He wasn’t in charge, but he wasn’t to be messed with. He stood almost 5’10 and this month his hair was blonde to throw off the allure that he was Bangtan’s baddest boy.

They’d just come back from a shootout. There were three of them in the car as of now and he sat shotgun while his friend Jin drove and Taehyung sat in the back. They were listening to old school Eminem and the two of them were rapping. They were shitty in his opinion, but he wasn’t in the mood to be vocal.  He just looked out as they passed the other cars, until his attention was drawn away. The first car on the highway to pass them revealed the most beautiful color his eyes had ever seen. Blue.

The world around him changed in the brief moment and suddenly the grey color in the sky was blue. It faded into the sunset, but he saw it. He saw the color of Jin’s jeans and the color of the car in front of them as it sped on by.

“Drive faster.” He demanded.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“Catch that blue car. I can see it. Catch that blue car.” And Jin stepped on it. Tae tried to buckle his seat belt, but instead he found himself struggling and flailing around the car. He eventually got it down.

Your friends were fucking confused. You went on and on about how you saw the color brown now, but they didn’t quite comprehend. None of you thought to try to flag down the other car, but then it hit you. The black van he was in hit your friends blue convertible. The four of you were stunned at first. You flew forward, the windshield broke with your weight being thrown threw it and you felt yourself bleeding. Your friends were both fine and the other car looked okay too. Her car was fine, other than the windshield you shattered. Your eyes dropped to the ground.

Feet were suddenly in view. There were black boots the cut off around the ankles and a pale white hand reached out to cup your face. Now, you could see the sunset. In front of that beautiful sight, was another one. His eyes bore into yours and he studied them. He didn’t pay attention to how hurt you were, he just looked into your eyes. Then he reached out and picked you up. It was so weird, being as incoherent as you were in this life changing situation, but he didn’t even notice.

You guessed he was blaming your state on the crash, but then you threw up on his black boots. Maybe then he got the picture.  You couldn’t even lift your head up to marvel at the new sight, but this was him. He’d understand if you vomited on his shoes. Maybe.


You woke up in a dark room in new clothes. Your body hurt, fuck it really fucking hurt. “Was I kidnapped?” Your broken voice surprised you, but not as much as the other voice in the room.

“No.” It was brash and deep. He sounded- tired. “It’s me- you don’t know me, but… it’s me.”

The light flickered on and he came into view. He wasn’t as tall as you’d pictured him, but he was taller than you. His skin was a milky white and his hair was blonde, but you could almost sense it wasn’t natural. He wore all black, except for his grey socks. Maybe he’d confused them with blue when he put them on; Before he had  met eyes with his soulmate.

You two locked eyes for a moment and he scrunched his nose. His demanding, scary aura faded as he smiled and reached out to rub a fresh cut on your cheek. “Y/N.” you spoke, reaching up to touch his fingers. A vibrant shock flew through both of your bodies, but you kept your hand uptop his.

“Yoongi- But nobody calls me Yoongi. It’s Suga to the rest of the world.” His voice was full of secrets that he seemed full well ready to expose to you. That name seemed familiar and you had recalled hearing something about the nefarious Suga and Bangtan Gang. You never really got involved with that shit, even though it was big in the town you now lived in. Your own life was complex enough without watching people die all of the time due to rivalry and drugs- you preferred to stay out of it.

“What am I supposed to call you?” Your voice was small. All of this was new and the only thing that was set in your moment was that you wanted to throw up again. And get high. You had a problem. Literally. “I’d like to call you Yoongi.”

“That’s fine.” his response was quick, “I’m not going to call you Y/N in front of people. I don’t want them to know your name. I’ll call you Blue in front of people.”

“Suga and Blue?” You couldn’t even make some snarky response because of how ill you felt at the moment. Your head was close to his and his hand was still on your face. You brought it forward to touch your forehead to his. “I don’t feel well.” you whispered.

His face was straight. “Nervous?” he looked prideful.

“No, I’m deprived.” he furrowed his eyebrow, obviously confused. “I- I don’t have a problem.” Classic excuse. “I just need something.” He was still confused, maybe he hadn’t figured out that you were fucked up earlier and that’s why you threw up. He probably thought it was from the car crash. The crash. “Where are my friends?”

“They went back home. We’ve purchased them a new identical vehicle. They’re fine.” He stood up and stretched his back. You guessed he was here for hours just watching you passed out. Maybe making sure you didn’t vomit in your sleep and choke to death within hours of meeting him. “Now, what do you need?”

It almost pained you to say it. You weren’t embarrassed ever except for some reason he was making you seem like you should be. He was in a gang, he dealt with drugs and violence every day. It was almost a surprise how he hadn’t gotten one look at you and know you had a problem. “I’m sorry.” you pulled your legs in close to your chest, biting onto the inside of your lip. “I just need to go- to go home.”

“To that shitty apartment you live in? With too many people, no personal space?” he scoffed and walked over to you, grabbing for your hand. “No. You’re gonna live with me from now on.”

You followed his pull, almost afraid of his harsh words. “No? You’re my soulmate Yoongi, not my keeper. Not my warden.” There was an alarming feeling in the room and he was almost confused. He kept pulling you behind him as he stepped into a hallway.

The walls were full of pictures of him and other boys. You guessed they were the rest of the Bangtan gang. Being on the inside, they didn’t look as threatening as the stories that were told about them around town. They were merciless dealers, hitman, and thieves. Now you were in their den.

“I know I’m not, but listen Blue.” you took note that you were out of the privacy of a closed door and therefore ears were on. “You’re my soulmate and I want you to be protected and not live in a shit hole that’s a step away from getting demolished. You can continue about your daily life, but now I’ll be in it. Probably the rest of Bangtan too. You can stay here with us. With me.” He stopped in front of a door that had Suga scribbled on the front of it, surrounded by cd covers. “This is our room.”

He let go of your hand and stepped back. His eyes watched your hands as they shook and slowly reached for the diamond plated door handle. It turned within your hands as it would come to a million times in the future. Yoongi let you go in alone and he disappeared without a sound when you turned to where he had been seconds prior.

The room was dimly lit already, meaning he hadn’t turned off the lights from whenever he had last been in here. There was a queen size bed off to the corner and the room wasn’t messy, it just wasn’t organized. There was a giant tv in front of the bed and on the other side of the room, there was almost a supercomputer surrounded by papers, cds. Sharpies, pens, and a bunch of different colored post its with scribbles on it.

The room was dark and you couldn’t figure out if you liked it or not. The world that you lived in was crazy. This whole soulmate thing was crazy. When you met your soulmate, it was almost routine to drop whatever was going on in your life and just to mesh with them. This was a lucky situation, the two of you were close enough to make it work and with him forcibly moving you into his life, this could be tragic or amazing. An amazing life with the man with a high bounty. Or you’d die, but that seemed to be a daily risk as of late.

Yoongi had gone to the Bangtan lounge where he’d found the other six members sitting around, discussing his brash actions. None of them were really judging because they’d all decided they would have done the same if faced with the situation. Then they all agreed that was pathetic of them to do, but they’d stick to their guts nonetheless. That’s who the seven of them were, infamous boys who acted before thinking most things through.

“How’d she take it?” Hoseok scooted closed to Jungkook leaving Yoongi room on the couch. He flopped down, forcing everyone to move farther away to make room for their Suga.

“She’s fine, but she keeps mentioning needing something, I don’t want to be invasive and divulge into her personal details, but I’m getting worried. What if she needs some kind of medication or something.” Yoongi was the lazy one of the group, despite how many kills or whatever he had wracked up over the past few years. His intentions were always grand, but it was strange to everyone else how much effort he’d put into this girl. Of course, they knew he was her one and only, they all knew that. Except, they didn’t expect this sort of change especially before barely speaking to her.

“Well, I did a bit of research.” Jimin spoke from the corner with his eyes glued to his phone. He was met with strange eyes. “I didn’t just want to let a stranger into our home with no knowledge. She could be working with the enemy or something-”

“Don’t say that, Jimin.” Yoongi groaned. “She’s my soulmate, you can’t fake that.”

“She’s an addict, Suga. She loves pills, weed, and alcohol. You got yourself a life sentence, not a soul mate.” he chuckled and Yoongi sank lower on the couch. “She’s gonna go through some withdrawal soon, must have also been why she threw up on your shoes. Go check on her, Suga. She’s sick and I guess someone somewhere thought you could fix her.”

The only thoughts that crowded Yoongi’s mind were about how if he had met you sooner he could have stopped this. All he wanted to do was blame himself. Such as if he had made a different turn somewhere, he could have saved you. He would always be full of guilt about not finding you- his soulmate sooner. He believed it was because he always stuck to the shadows when that definitely wasn’t the case. The two of you just never ran down the same path and it was something that should have been more obvious to him.

Meanwhile, you were stopping yourself from throwing up. You hadn’t been this- sober in a while. A lot of painful nights kept flashing in your mind and all you could seem to blame was yourself. There was a lot of wondering about how you wound up this- this pathetic. Relying on all of these illegal things and things to make you forget. Your life hadn’t been too bad, but here you were- suffering.

Yoongi ran into the room out of breathe. Before saying anything, he watched you writhe around on his bed in pain and his face spoke how you were feeling. “I’m sorry it’s me.” you choked out, sniffing up your runny nose. Your eyes couldn’t even look up to meet his, but you know how they probably looked. Disgust was a common thing people saw in you when you ended up like this.

Except when you mounted up the courage to look at him, they read pain. Same as yours. They wanted to help. Yoongi reached out and wiped your tears and wrapped onto of his arms around you, pulling you in tight. He moved around and positioned your hurting body onto his torn up one. The only thing in line of sight were his bare arms, filled with scars and a few fresh wounds. Your shaking fingers ran over them, tracing them up and down.

“Oh, Blue.” he hummed into your ear, flicking his eyes towards the open door. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse. I- I want to be here for you and help you. This shit is all crap, but- I know you’re it.” Within a flash his lips were on yours and you suddenly felt numb again. Only for a little bit and then your body was hot.

You kissed him back and the pain you were in floated away, followed by the sparks igniting from the kiss. “You don’t have to pretend.” Was all you kept thinking as the kiss became deeper. He ran has hands through your hair, brushing out the kinks that had formed within it. You pulled away first and you swore you heard a whine at the loss of contact. “I- I have class today.”

School was never truly the first thing on your mind, but maybe it would have to be now. You had begun school majoring in business, but you had quickly changed it to pharmaceuticals.  Was there even a question as to why? It was extremely ironic, but it had caught your eye along with the different things that came along with it. You swore up and down you’d stop the drugs the day you graduated, but it was clear to you in this moment that this was it. You were done because there was no way this guy was going to let you keep pushing yourself closer to death.

His eyes seemed to have seen the world and he wasn’t keen on the idea of letting you end up dead in some street because he gave you some cocaine Bangtan had laying around the home. You untangled yourself from him and woozily stood up. There was a moment before you swayed in your balance, but there he was to catch you. From now on, he’d be there to catch you. Which was good- you seemed to fall a lot.

Your eyes glanced at the large digital clock that was on his desk. “Can I shower? My class is in an hour and a half.” you whispered and reached out to the bed post to support yourself. “Then I can walk to sch-”

“I’ll drive you.” his voice was stern. “And pick you up. Our bathroom is right down the hall.” Yoongi stood up and ran almost like a maniac around the room collecting towels, shower things, and clothes for you to change into. It was so out of character for him to be crazed like this judging by his demeanor that you almost laughed. Almost.

Once he’d gathered everything, he motioned his head towards the door and you backed up to let him lead. “Hold onto the walls.” Yoongi ordered you. The bathroom was at the end of the looming hallway and as you walked by the doors, you heard noises from a few of them. Some held conversations you weren’t keen on listening into and some blasted music or a television show. However, the door next to the bathroom opened as the two of you reached the door.

A lanky man dressed casually in ripped jeans and a white shirt with dark hair had his eyes focused on you. His figure leaned against the door frame and a smirk covered his face. Yoongi didn’t take notice of this other man as he continued into the bathroom, but you had completely stopped. “So this is her?” he spoke and extended a hand to steady your shaking body. “What’s her name?” He didn’t even speak to you, just around.

“Jungkook, don’t you dare fucking touch her.” With a swift motion, Yoongi dropped everything in his hands to the ground and was in between the other member and yourself. His hands held your shoulders and his eyes threw daggers towards the dark haired man who let out a chuckle. “Go find one of your sluts if you want to fucking devour someone, don’t go near her.”

Jungkook kept a malevolent laugh going to himself as Yoongi shuffled you into the bathroom. Once he looked the door, the laugh stopped and the only open door in the home slammed. He picked up all the things he had dropped and placed them onto a shelf, laying them completely neat. “Who was that?” You questioned and sat onto the closed toilet.

“The fucking little shit of Bangtan. His name’s Jungkook and he thinks he can claim whatever the fuck he wants. His fucking beetey eyes were trying to claim you like I wouldn’t fucking notice.” his tone was harsh as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Kid’s a fucking good sharpshoot, but I try not to take him around important people. He wreaks of destruction and sex.” You laughed at the one until Yoongi glanced at you to stop.

“Aren’t you all in a-” your voice turned into a whisper. “-gang.” he rolled his eyes and let out a breathy chuckle as your voice returned to normal. “Don’t you have like some weird dedication to each other and have to- I dunno, care?”

He turned on the water and held his hand under it so he could get it to the perfect temperature. “Yeah, there’s that. That whole thing, but I dunno. Outside of work I tend to stay away from him when it comes to- females. Especially that. Kid’s always in some shit with some bitch he picked up at a bar. I’d risk my life for him though. I’ve done it before. For all of them, actually. Funny how that works.” Yoongi simply shrugged. “I’m gonna go into our room.” A shiver ran through your body as he spoke the word our. “I’ll come check up on you in like 15 minutes? Your school is about a twenty minute drive so that should be enough time.”

He turned away from you to walk out and as soon as his back was turned, you began to lift your shirt. You were still in the same clothes as yesterday and it was disgusting the way they clung to your body. You pulled it off to put it next to the clean clothes he was giving you only to find his eyes on you again. Yoongi cleared his throat. “I don’t want you walking alone around the house- not yet. It’s yours too now, but I need to ease you into the boys. Okay, Y/N? They’ve been in this life for quite a bit and some have mixed reactions about this whole soulmate thing, alright baby?”

Your face was hot as his eyes roamed your body and your crossed your arms to cover your breasts in an instant. “Y-Yep, got it.”

The moment he was gone, you removed the rest of your clothes and slowly stepped into the marble shower. The shower itself was spacious and covered in gold. There was no rust on any inch of it, so you could only infer it may have been pure gold. The water wasn’t too hot, actually. It was around the temperature you preferred. Warm but with a little bit of chill to keep you lucid.

However, you weren’t exactly all there in this moment. As you rubbed the soap over your body, you felt the bruises that were covering it from the car crash. The car crash that he had caused. You’d been ignoring it, but here it was in your face. That just seemed to be the way he was. When he had a goal, he was jet set on getting it and that had carried over.

As you got lost in your thoughts, you didn’t really notice until you slid onto the floor of the shower. You sat for a few minutes before hoisting yourself up and finishing cleaning yourself. You could almost feel the bruises darkening and hurting a bit more, but luckily most of them were in hidden spots. He heard a faint knock on the door almost instantaneously after turning off the water.

“Hello?” you called out, patting yourself dry with the towels he had left for you.

“Blue, I’m ready to go whenever you are.” his melodious tone flowed through your ears. “I have your bag and everything too, alright? I’ll be right here waiting.”

His dedication made you happy. You didn’t know him well- obviously, but the thought of having someone who you’re fated to be with that doesn’t reject it was almost alarming. A lot of people simply rejected the soulmate law. They didn’t want to believe that some weird push and pull of the world was truly controlling their destiny even if the proof was right there.


Author’s Note;; Feedback would be appreciated as I am going to write one of these for each of the BTS members. I’d like to know everyone’s thoughts and such!!

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installment!

Jungkook’s installment!

Jimin’s installment!

Part 2 

Andreil In A HeartBeat AU
  • Andrew grew up watching hearts pop out all around him. Growing up in the foster care system means seeing many hearts pop out just to be broken days later. With so many young teens crammed into the same house, crushes were often formed but they were hardly returned. Even when they were, they were soon separated due to the system. Sometimes the hearts never healed. Sometimes they did, but they were always scarred. Andrew had never seen a whole heart remain unmarked and promised himself he would never allow his heart to see the light of day, but that was years ago. Now, Andrew hardly believed he even had a heart. The years passed and even though Andrew had never seen his own physical incarnation of his heart, he knew it was damaged beyond repair. Luckily it never threatened to make an appearance. That is, until trouble arrived during his second year at Palmetto State University.
  • “Neil Josten is nothing special” was the first thought Andrew had upon seeing him in the tiny locker rooms at the cruddy high school he attended. Of course, That didn’t stop his heart from violently beating inside his chest. It didn’t show the physical sign of the HeartBeats which usually preceded the arrival of the heart, but it was a close call. Andrew ignored it like he did most things, but it was far from the last time his heart would act up
  • He was convinced it was another side effect of the drugs. Why else would his heartbeat surge like that when Neil responded to him in German? Nonetheless the same rapid heartbeat returned with a vengeance. This eventually became a regular thing. Any time Neil looked at him a certain way, or asked for a truth, or even when he got too excited about Exy, his heartbeat accelerated against his will.
  • Andrew finally admitted it was more than just the drugs when his heart jumped out of his chest after he handed the key to his house in Columbia. It wasn’t the act itself, but the face Neil made when he took the key; it was one of surprise and adoration, like he’d never been given anything before. Andrew immediately hated the look but it didn’t stop those HeartBeats from appearing when he turned away from Neil.
  • These HeartBeats increased throughout the rest of the semester and Andrew was about ready to cut it out of his chest. Their increasing interactions and conversations were wearing on Andrew’s nerves, always worried that he’d be caught. He never was since the HeartBeats always seemed to be delayed; they didn’t kick in until after Neil was gone. It resulted in Andrew giving in to Neil’s requests just so he wouldn’t be caught when the HeartBeats kicked in.
  • It didn’t help that Neil didn’t seem to know about the Hearts. When he saw the two small Hearts clinging to Dan and Matt, he was fascinated and started asking all sorts of questions. Andrew found out later that because of Neil’s life on the run, he hardly saw them and his mother never bothered explaining them to him. He claimed it was because she was too busy focusing on their survival, but Andrew knew it was another way to keep Neil safe. If his Heart ever manifested, it would be considered nothing but a liability. Andrew knew that from experience.
  • Driving back home after being released from rehab was almost harder than the time he spent in that hellish hospital. He was hoping the medication was the only reason his HeartBeats had begun, but seeing Neil waiting for him in the lobby had his heart picking up speed the way it had been all school year. Andrew ignored it, and drove them all home in silence. Andrew knew the HeartBeats wouldn’t be delayed anymore and was going to have to be careful from now on. He hadn’t come this far to let his Heart show up now.
  • It wasn’t until later on the rooftop when Andrew knew it was helpless. He told Neil he hated him despite his heart said the opposite. He threw Neil’s keys to the ground in an attempt to distract Neil when the HeartBeats made a reappearance and somehow it worked. Neil watched the keys fall as Andrew’s Heart worked to burst out of his chest. Neil went to retrieve the keys and still somehow missed the rapidly aggressive HeartBeat evident in Andrew’s chest. When Neil looked up at him and took a drag from the cigarette Andrew had tossed down there moments before, the one thing Andrew never wanted to happen did. His Heart appeared in front of him. It was an ugly little thing, bruised and scarred and almost unrecognizable as a Heart, but the face was one of pure love and adoration, the exact opposite of how Andrew felt. The excited little thing was ready to run after the stupid boy that caused these feelings, but before it could, Andrew pinned it down with one of his knives.
  • He wasn’t ready for this thing to give him away to Neil and the rest of the foxes, so Andrew trapped it in a jar lying around in his room and hid it under his bed. Of course this wasn’t the end. Andrew would repeatedly find the little guy had rolled the jar out from under the bed after interactions with Neil. He pretended not to see the heart’s increasing size and how the marks on it slowly faded with time.
  • Much to Andrew’s displeasure, Andrew returned to his dorm after the trip to Columbia that had him admitting his feelings to Neil to find the heart flying freely around the room trying to find a way to escape. Andrew was tired and instead of trying to capture the thing, he let it fly around the room. It went to the door, trying to fit through the cracks of the door. It also tried and  failed to open the window. The little Heart had grown to almost twice its original size, but it was still too small to do much of anything. Andrew put it in a box, and opened the window himself, smoking until he couldn’t hear the Heart bouncing around the box anymore.
  • Andrew was annoyed. He told Neil he hated him, and he meant it, but here they were on the roof again, Neil’s heart obviously beating, blush evident and bewildered with the new sensation. Apparently Neil enjoyed being hated. Despite this, Neil still had to audacity to ask about the other ten percent. He couldn’t tell him that the other ten percent was trapped in a box under his bed, so he didn’t. When Neil told him he wanted to see him lose control, Andrew could practically feel his Heart bursting out of the box.
  • Andrew kissed Neil. After months of denying and fighting it, he finally kissed the stupid scared boy he’d been infatuated with. When he pulled back, it was to see his Heart had broken free and was heading straight for Neil. Andrew tried to pull it from Neil’s shoulder but to his surprise, Neil stopped him, “No, it’s okay. How long have you been hiding it?”
    • “Is this another truth?” Andrew asked in return.
    • Neil shrugged. “If you want it to be.”
    • “Since I told you at Eden’s Twilight,” Neil’s face was one of delight and Andrew wanted to punch the look off of his face. Or maybe he wanted to kiss it.
  • After that, Andrew’s heart stayed close to Neil, often chilling in his pockets or somewhere it wasn’t seen. How it knew not to be obvious, Andrew wasn’t sure but he was thankful. It only came out when Neil confronted him later when the dorm was empty. This time, it wasn’t alone and as Neil told him “yes,” Neil’s own Heart popped out, reaching for Andrew. This changed everything.
  • Neil’s heart was hard to hide, and Andrew wasn’t sure if he wanted to. The effort it would take to keep it hidden was more exhausting that Andrew had the patience for. So the rest of the foxes caught on rather quickly. They assumed it was one sided, but they’d soon find out that was hardly the case.
  • Andrew found Neil’s bag after the riot and found his own heart trapped inside next to the phone Andrew had given him. Andrew was angry, as well as scared for Neil, but more angry that he gave up his heart and phone so willingly. In the hours that past, Andrew could see the cracks forming in his small heart and didn’t bother to hide it. The foxes watched cautiously as the cracks spread farther down the Heart. Neil’s own heart remained by Andrew’s side but mourned over the loss of Andrew’s own Heart.
  • But then the FBI came and soon they were reunited. Andrew’s Heart reached Neil faster than he did and Andrew no longer cared who saw because Neil was here and he was okay. He was damaged and bruised and scarred, just like Andrew was. Both their hearts were ruined little things, but they were happy together and Andrew thought that maybe these Hearts weren’t as bad as he initially thought they were.
00 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

PROLOGUE 

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG AU]

series warnings: violence, sexual references, swearing, angst, smut, drug, alcohol and other substance abuse

WORD COUNT: 1,330

Originally posted by narika-a

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Soulmate Wonwoo

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

Everyone has some sense of tangible connection to their soulmate. No matter how far away you are, they become a physical mirror through which your body experiences the world- your life a string tied with their own.

It’s a very abstract thing which even the greatest minds of the modern age find hard to define. All anyone really knows is that bound soulmates have some sort of bodily connection which seems to provide indicators of well-being and health. When one person is hurt or sick, the other feels an echo of the pain. When one person gets close to death, the other loses grip on their senses. If one person dies, well, the other will experience indescribable pain and then never be the same again…

But when soulmates are together, especially in physical contact with one another, the touch somehow provides healing. Not complete, but enough to make a difference.

Scientists link it back to all sorts of things- the evolutionary benefits of having a connection to your perfectly matched life partner and being able to monitor their survival even from a distance, and to help with it when close. The more spiritual among the population would call it a divine providence- something that gives you a soul deep connection to your destined other half. 

And those who are simply romantic minded? Well, they just seek comfort in the fact that they can feel the presence of their soulmate in every breath and beat of the heart. 

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Bit more about Japanese culture and anime...

There was some interest after this Inuyasha post. Thought it would be cool to go more in-depth and relate it to anime, so next time you watch something you can go, “Oh yeah. That happens over there.”

Originally posted by sam2119931

No, THAT doesn’t happen in Japan.

As a word of caution: I grew up near Tokyo in the 90′s, when the economic bubble had burst but your average family didn’t feel the effects until later. Culture may have shifted slightly after the economic downturn (I know there’s a more nationalistic undertone now, like most of Asia), and everything I say will not apply to all of Japan. Places like Sapporo and Ōsaka have their own distinct cultures, like how New York and Texas are uniquely different.

But since most anime are set in or are geared towards the Tokyo crowd, I have a good idea of the cultural influences. Especially when relating it to Inuyasha, which was published and set in the 90′s (at least in Kagome’s modern time).

Originally posted by 19-de--fevereiro

Memories~

Also, what I’m about to say below is about Japan (Tokyo). Please don’t start applying it to other countries in Asia, or you will be laughably misled.

Additionally, I’m not some researcher who did extensive study on my own culture. I’m just relating to y’all my background, experiences, and the little bit of knowledge I’ve gleaned from my memories of living there as a little girl, as well as from stories shared by my parents.

Suffice it to say, you should not cite me for your research paper.

Originally posted by emiria

You’re on your own, suckers!

I didn’t want to bother making multiple posts, so this is gonna be looooong. It’s not all roses either. If you have this fantastic, perfect vision of Japan, turn back now! You hear me?

Now then.

Are you ready, kids?

HERE. WE. GOOOOO!!!

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🎃BOO BABY👻

Originally posted by junghope

☾Summary: You get invited to a Halloween party, fun right? Absolutely. Nothing could get in your way and your costume was the best one there. Would you attract attention? Of course. Especially from zombie with the pretty eyes, or whatever he was supposed to be

☾authors note: A special for Midnight Circus! Enjoy! ⚠️ Just so it’s clear this is a complete TEASER and I’ve noticed it’s left a few of you high and dry :3 lol 


You sat in front of your vanity, putting on your fake eyelashes with a bit of eyelashes glue and tweezers. You had never worn makeup so thick before, it felt like there was an inch difference between your face and the makeup. Two hours you’ve spent sitting here trying to get your face together—this party better be worth it. If it weren’t for Jen convincing you that they were catering delicious food, your butt would be on the couch watching TV. Alone, in peace. and not in a crowded room. At least your costume was cute, it wasn’t your typical sexy cat get up, you chose a more peculiar attire. 

“How do I look?” Jennie asked. Her, Beah, and Naeun decided to join the two of you and their costumes were almost better than yours. She wore a long black lace dress with dark reddish make up.

“You look good…and evil? I guess?” You shrugged.

“Thanks! It took me forever to find this dress and find fake blood that didn’t look like I spilled ketchup all over myself.” She laughed still applying the fake blood to her face.

You decided you’d be something a little iconic and simple, ballerina by day, exotic dancer by night. That sounded like a good idea, but you needed something scary, like a clown or doll or something. A few hours ago you decided on the perfect outfit, it had just the right amount of wow factor and scary. You looked in the mirror, impressed by your own makeup job.

“Woah, Y/n, you are wearing that costume. Where did you get those eyelashes from?” Naeun scurried over to you, admiring your choice of accessories.

“The drug store, they were like 5 or 10 bucks.” You shrugged.

“Seriously!? I paid $20 for these lashes and they’ve poked me in the eyes like 10 times already.” She dressed up as a cat, classic. The four of you got in the car and went off to the party—hoping to have a bloody good night.


You all arrived to the spooky, spider web and grave yard covered home. It was the epitome of a high school seniors version of a Halloween house party—there were too many ‘sexy’ nurses, cats, and any other slutty takes on a profession. You weren’t gonna lie, your costume was kind of sexy but it was scary too, blood and gore gave it the freightening factor. The music was loud, you were sure they had already gotten a complaint from the neighbors, if not a call from someone. Sone of the Vampires, werewolf’s, ghouls and iconic characters like colonel Sanders, Ronald Macdonald and Pennywise were outside playing horse shoes or bobbing for apples—in that saliva filled water.

You were a black swan, charming really. You added your own special touch of blood but you still looked breathtaking and quite a few people took notice. The  Frankenstein who was hosting this party approached the four of you, a red solo cup in his hand as he smoed from ear to ear.

“You guys made it! There are drinks and snacks outside and in the kitchen, help yourself and have fun!” He was swept away by a Mike Wazoski.

“Okay, I’m gonna get snacks.” You announced, strolling outside where’s the fairy lights and pool lights illuminated the backyard, Jin did a great job in decorating. Beah decided to join you, she was wearing a pickachu onsie which had to be the most adorable costume there.

“Your costume really suits you Beah, I should’ve dresssed as something cute.” You grabbed a cup to fill it up with trail mix and candy. “I’m dressed like an act at a freak show.” You laughed a little, filling your other cup up with punch.

“What’re you talking about? I stole this onsie from my cousin,” she giggled when she admitted it, “I should’ve gonna for the tragically classic costume like you, it’s more alluring.” She wiggled her brows as if to suggest something.

“Alluring? I’m not trying to allure anyone.”

“I know, but it can’t be helped.” She pointed to the game of beer pong where your curse and punishment for existing was glancing at you like the creep you saw him to be. Jungkook. He looked like a werewolf that tried but came out more like a hobo. You glared at him but then your gaze softened, you looked at the stunning Park Jimin police officer next to him—now that’s a reason to get arrested. 

“Oh gosh, I didn’t know he was gonna be here.” You got your drink and next to sit by the pool. “I would’ve stayed home.” You said blatantly.

“Oh come on, you would’ve stayed home just because of him? You’re better than that Y/n. Show him he doesn’t affect you and do your thing.” 

“He doesn’t ‘affect’ me, okay? He’s just a nuisance to me, no matter what I do he has something to say-” 

“Well, well, well, someone didn’t get the memo, where’s your costume?” Jungkook walked up to you, inspecting your obvious apparel.

Speak of the devil.

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Kiwi - Harry Styles Imagine

Words: 3,215

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol

Based off the song, ‘Kiwi’

Part 1 of ‘Kiwi’ - Part 2 - Part 3


They met back in high school, bumping into each other in the hallway. He did not know her at first, learning that she just moved from New Zealand, but she was not your typical girl. Her status from her parents made her known across her school. But she was not like the other girls he found, he knew about parties that went on on school nights, where all her friends went, but he saw her at the local market, or at the park on those nights. He found that she was never interested in drinking, drugs or sex, like the other boys and girls. She would turn down everyday date with her friend’s friends, they told her that she was boring for not doing it, but it was the money that kept their friendship tied.

He tried his best to talk to her, every time he would see her, he tried to have the courage to say a simple word, but none came out. He knew he was like every other ‘low commoner’ of the school, over being head over heels in love, but, he could not care about it, all he wanted was a simple conversation at that moment.

It was a month after that finally whispered a word to her. He learned over the month that she was in his gym class, and art, but she stayed to her friends. She changed classes, changed chemistry classes, for unknown reasons. Harry was out of the bliss, he was scribbling random doodles when she walked in, him not knowing, it was the moment that the teacher said, “Miss. (Y/L/N), take a sit next to Mr. Styles.”, that all it took for him to look out, her telling him a ‘thank you’ and sitting next to him, on his left.

He tried his best not to stare, to be different around her, but when the teacher finished his lesson, and told the class to finish up their notes he turned to her, her not knowing.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He mumbled, he knew he was dead right there and then, wanting to shoot himself for just saying, ‘hello’, to the most known girl around school, but her head shot up.

“Hello, Harry.” She said back, him picking up on the foreign accent, he turned to his body towards her, she just smiled.

“You know my name?” He asked.

“Of course, I’m not a person to just know my friends, you seem really nice, so I asked around, and I found out, you’re also in my gym class.” She stated.

It escalated from there, it went from waving in the hallway, her friends giggling to her about how she can’t wave to people below them, but she did not care. Then, the two started to hang out more, (Y/N) coming away from her girlfriends and starting to hang out with him. He learned more about her, how her mum is British and her father was a Kiwi, like her, how her family has striving business, and that her parents are too poche for her taste, having a man already lined up to take her hand in marriage, but she ignored what will happen in the future and lived in the moment. That was one thing he loved about her, her living in the moment, worrying about the future another day.

But it was not friendship that arose, months later, their first kiss took upon, together, and it came more. They were a couple, her staying always at his house, even overnight, she wanted to escape her parents, the fighting between them and her brother, and their marriage, she did not want to walk along the hallways and get lost, she wanted to stay beside the one person she knew loved her, and that was him. It all came from a simple, ‘hello’, but like every relationship, it somehow ends. When Harry was the one to tour around the world, part of a band, he was not her safe haven anymore. The two fell apart, she got married, all accordingly to plan, she was married at the age of seventeen, both parents consent, in Scotland. He was hitting world records then, touring the world with his new band, singing his first album, forgetting her.

She thought she was happy, moving to New York, taking her dream job and becoming a therapist, she liked it at first, but it was more of her parents wanting her to become that, but she got a job as a waitress, and married a rich business man. But the days dreaded, school days were long, work days were longer, and coming home to a drunk husband was never fun. She she excused herself, she quit her job, finished school, and became a therapist, working from eight to five. Though instead of going home to her husband who would be either drunk off his ass or fucking another girl, she went to a bar, drank, flirted, did drugs sometimes, just living her young life to the fullest.

He was twenty-two when he saw her again, he was in New York for work, and saw her at a coffee shop, but she was in and out, not even seeing him, but he saw her. When he dated her in his teens, she seemed all innocent, rich, daddy’s girl, a virgin, but no. Dating her was the time of his life, she was adventurous, just adding a tad bit of excitement to his boring world. She took him to places that forbid them by law, example, private properties, going to the carnival when it was closed, walking the streets at 2am, in the rain and blasting ‘Greenday’, throughout the small, dodgy places. It made him feel like he was unstoppable around her. But one thing he forgot, she was the one who told him to go on the X-factor, she was the reason he was standing in a fancy, New York coffee shop, selling records that hit the top of the charts, and he forgot all about her, did not even come and say his famous, ‘hello’ to her, when visiting his mother, did not call her, text nor email, just placed her in his subconscious mind, and look what it has gotten him, failed romances and singing his lungs out.

He finally talked to her a week later, walking into a bar, trying to drown himself on whatever was on tap. He saw her in the corner of the place, in a black, tight, strapless dress, flirting with a few guys and taking in the smoke of a cigarette like it was candy, while smoking one. But, he realised that she was not as innocent looking as she once was, now she has a perm, a tattooed arm, and she is showing as much skin as possible, laughing and drinking. He could not stop staring at her, she has changed, and he wanted to know, how.
Harry slowly took in the drinks, not as fast as her, drowning herself in hard liquor, and bossing the boys around her in how to win a game of pool. She was your typical badass girl, now. It must’ve felt like minutes, but it was more as an hour, when she finally noticed Harry, she gave him a smirk, excused herself from few college boys, and headed his way. She turned around at the beginning, giving a look to a boy when he smacked her ass, but she just gave him a smirk and walked off, sitting next to him.

“Look who I found, the famous Harry Styles. Is it just me, love, but were you staring at me, should I feel honoured that a man like yourself was looking at me?” She said, signaling towards the bartender to get her another, he laughed, telling the bartender to cancel the order and give her a water.

“I don’t really know, (Y/N). How much have you been drinking?” He asked, trying to figure out how drunk she was. She laughed, glaring at him.

“Had a few scotches, rums, and a whiskey, it was whatever those wankers over there, got me. I did not feel like buying myself drinks.” She said, leaning down on the table, trying to get over the alcohol, noting it was only a little bit past ten.

“Let me take you home, (Y/N), you’re pissed off your ass. Where do you live?” He asked, she started to get up, using Harry as a object to help her, starting to strut towards the door, ignoring his question.

Once outside, she turned to him, giving him her famous smirk, wrapping her arms around his neck, placing her head on his chest. Harry did not feel awkward for some reason, just wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her.

“Let’s get you home.” He simply said, placing her arm around his shoulder and helping her walk, placing her into his car that was around the corner of the pub.

She sat next to him, staring ahead, he took note of her tattooes, some of them looked retro, sailor girls, anchors, boats and water, he remembered how much she enjoyed swimming, that was one thing she use to do, that he could never do. In the early mornings, she use to come to the local dock, jumping off, just wearing a bikini, going into the pacific. He could never have the gut to just wear a bathing suit, no wet suit nor life jacket, she could stay in there for hours, he use to be the one who had to pull her out before she got hypothermia. She was still staring ahead, but she spoke to him, but not looking, grabbing the water bottle beside her.

“I don’t want to go home.” Is all she said, straight face, looking at the traffic that lied ahead, even though they were still in park. Harry looked ahead now, watching the drunks walk out of the pub.

“Why? Where do you want me to take you?” He asked, she turned to him, still all serious faced.

“Can you take me to your place, I just don’t want to go home.” She said, grabbing her phone from her bag and placing it on silent, he did not even realise that it was ringing. Harry felt controlled by her, that was one thing that happened in their past relationship. People dig dominant girls, and she is more than just that, it drove men around her crazy, it drove him crazy. But he placed the car in drive and took her to his New York apartment, sitting in silence.

“What are you doing for a living?” He said out of the blue, she just looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“I’m a therapist, but it seems I can deal with my patients problems better than myself.” She said, starting to laugh. Harry remembered she use to tell her deepest secrets when she was drunk, that is why she did it so much, to not hide herself.

“How so?” He asked, watching the road, she did the same.

“Take me home, actually, turn here.” She told him, all Harry did was nod, pulling up to a more than a million dollar mansion, walking out.

“Bye Harry, see you around.” Is all she said, starting to walk up the long pathway towards the house, lights turning on.

Harry saw her again, a few days later, she was sitting outside of a bar, drinking and coming down from her high. She was in a different black dress, but just as showy, just watching around her. Harry saw her, he was walking down the road to get to his apartment, when he just saw her, looking up the blue sky, and just thinking. His body took control and he sat right next to her. It took him by surprise when she was the first one to talk.

“I’m quitting. I know I said it before, but I am doing it.” She stated, still looking ahead of her, taking her left hand and passing him the bottle of beer. She was sober, he thought she was high, but she was sober.

“I follow the same fucking routine, everyday. Wakeup, escape from that house, go to work, get high after with some fuck heads from college, fuck one, drink and pass out as home.” He just nodded, letting her continue.

“Harry, you promised me you’d come back, and you did, but never to me.” She said, turning to him, placing her head on his shoulder. He took note of the wedding ring that laid upon her left, ring finger.

“I know, and I’m—” He was interrupted.

“It’s fine. You promised to marry me and look at me, now, going home to a fuck head, because that is what my parents wanted, apparently.” She said, it took him by surprise, a girl like her, as strong as her, opinionated and passionate, actually married the man that her parents sent up her with.

“I love you.” He blurted out, she took her head off of his shoulders.

Like every relationship, it escalated, it was like them, the two of them became more, ignoring what will happen and live in the moment, she would come to his place, talk about their life, he learned that she is still the girl who made life fun. She felt like herself around him, again, forget about her husband. He learned that she loves to play with men, and it made him laugh. It was only weeks together, but he changed her, she stopped smoking, drinking and doing the drugs, and she just lived like before. But the relationship did not just end like that, they started to date, to kiss, to make love to each other. They were still young, let them live a little longer.

“My husband is such a hypocrite. When we married, I was seventeen and he was twenty-five, and it was like we eloped, going to Scotland, got married, no wedding, really, and went straight to New York. Anyway, we said to each other that we could not see anyone, a month later, I found out he has girlfriends, and fuck buddies, so I did not care anymore. I just use his money for school and a nice ride and place to stay, and just lived, hooked up, dated. I fucking hate this wedding ring, it’s like a thousand pounds, but I don’t like my home.” She concluded and starting to laugh, he just watched her. The two of them were sitting on his couch, drinking wine and sharing experiences.

“I loved to play with guys, played hard to get, I just felt loved in a way, so I was like an actress, every night I would go to another bar, have a new identity, and name and pretend I was someone else, but I would always wear a black dress, it was like therapy to me, I felt loved.” She said to him.

Love came out of the relationship, (Y/N) filed for a divorce, she started to become more with Harry, until. Harry and her ended months later, she ended it, she did not know why, but the two were constantly fighting. She took up the hard liquor again, not the drugs nor smoking, but she enjoyed the liquor, the divorce went through, fastly, surprising her, but she would come home drunk sometimes, she was uncontrollable, he found, just like before. She loved to do what she use to do, she the same, look like an angel in the day, but was a demon by night, and he could not function with her. He also wanted to end it and focus with his life, his music, it was the best for both of them, she wanted to explore the world, and he could not do that with her. But what hooked her to walk away was the words he spoke to her, “You’re a drunk, constantly craving for attention, it is like during the day, you don’t care about me, that I am here, and that I love you, and you go out and get pissed out of your mind, mess around with guys, with flirting, and come home and demand attention from me, sex from me. You need to go to rehab, we are done.” It hurt her those words, but there were more than that said. And he just left, like before, not telling he was going, he went away, and forgot, like the first time around, but she called him.

She sat next to him, months afar from the night of the bar, she was still, sitting next to him on the couch, it was like she was a silhouette, looking ahead, can’t tell if she was alive or not, like the night they met, driving her home, she showed no emotion. Minutes later, she stood up. She called Harry to ask if he could come over, she had something to tell him, but she did not know if she could squeeze it out, blurt it to him, she got up, helped herself to the liquor that was in the cupboard. Sitting next to him, she acted the same, giving him a cup of the famous liquor, Hard Candy, she gave him a glass, she took the bottle, chugging it.

“Fuck it.” She said, placing the bottle down, and started to kiss him.

Now she sat, it was four months since the two ended, she has not seen him for four months, and she sat next to the toilet, the taste of vomit still in her mouth, and four pregnancy sticks above her on the counter, she knew it before she could look at it, but again, she was just a broken drunk, according to him. He has not contacted her for four months, when she tried to call, it went straight to voicemail.

It was half an hour of sitting in her own pity party when she finally got up, took the sticks and sat down in the same spot, next the toilet, all four of them read the same, the stupid double, pink line. She did not know what to do, so she pulled her phone out, tapped his number and waited, it went straight to voicemail, like she expected.

“Hi Harry, its me, (Y/N), I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I just want to let you know that I am better, I went to rehab, and I’m fine, but you really did hurt me, but that is not what I want to talk about. Harry, I’m having your baby, but it is none of your business. I don’t want you in its life at all, I don’t want you to call me, because we are not each other’s business anymore. Don’t call me, block me, do what you need to forget me, since you’re pretty good at that, I’m doing the same. We are over, I finally realise it,  and I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m not your innocent girlfriend back from highschool, I’m a fucked up, divorce woman, tattooed and forgotten, and now pregnant. So, don’t call me back. Bye.” She said, ending it, placing the phone next her, and knew she had to continue her life.


I felt like I should write an imagine based off the the song, ‘Kiwi’ by, Harry Styles, so I did. Hope you enjoyed!

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anonymous asked:

i love your view of aaron and your blog v much but the reason a lot of people don’t ship aaron with kevin or any of the other /male/ foxes is because he’s homophobic. aaron is such a good character and i’d die for him but,, shipping him with a guy just isn’t the best tea yanno

Kevin’s “It’ll be easier if he remains heterosexual” basically ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ (or more like a warning ‘if you’re not straight then don’t act on it, don’t tell’) comment wasn’t great either, but no one’s passive-aggressiving at me not to ship Kevin with male characters. Kevin literally told Nicky to stop being a bad influence on Neil for suggesting Neil isn’t straight.

But Kevin is shipped with male characters all over the place. Kevin is shipped with Neil. People don’t say Kevin is unshippable with male characters over this comment and hold it permanently over his head like they do with Aaron.

I like Kevin. I like Aaron. I don’t like everything they say, but I don’t like everything any of the characters say or do. I have various ships that involve Kevin with male characters. I have a couple ships that involve Aaron with male characters. An anon coming in my inbox and telling me that I shouldn’t ship Aaron with any male characters because of things he said isn’t going to change that.

Nora literally describes Aaron’s comments as knee-jerk homophobia and learned behaviour and not a belief system. Which, yes, it is still shitty to make those comments and I’m not saying that it’s not. But Aaron doesn’t believe to his very core that homosexuality is disgusting. He just says shit that he picked up from his high-school teammates (and I repeat, this is confirmed by Nora). And if that’s a learned behaviour and not a full-blown belief system, then who is to say that he doesn’t learn and grow and realize the weight of his off-hand comments? Who is to say he doesn’t change or gain a better understanding of the consequences of the things he says?

Besides, the fact that the trilogy is from Neil’s perspective and Neil is biased and takes Andrew’s side in every disagreement or issue with the twins because he hates Aaron and loves Andrew.

Plus, Aaron sticks with Nicky. Aaron sticks with Andrew. Andrew and Nicky stick with Aaron. Aaron spends his holidays away from Katelyn and with Erik and Nicky. And, as has been pointed out by many people, Nicky had such a negative homophobic experience growing up in his family that it almost killed him and then he found himself free and happy with Erik. If Aaron really was vile and irreparably homophobic, do you really think Nicky would stay with the twins and go join a university exy team just to be close to them? Do you really think he would continue to live with Aaron for years while on a different continent than the love of his life?

And remember when Seth said “Fuck you, faggot” to Nicky and Andrew told him not to use that word and Aaron told Seth not to talk to them at all? People claim Aaron’s homophobic to Nicky for telling Nicky to shut up when Nicky makes the same rape-culture jokes (i.e. Neil just needs a push to swing, Nicky wants to get Kevin too drunk to be straight) that Andrew pulls a knife over. But no one ever mentions this interaction where Aaron took Nicky’s side and told Seth not to talk to them after Seth was homophobic to Nicky.

Anyways, I can and will ship Aaron with Kevin anyways and if I want to write Aaron being attracted to a male character and growing past the things he has said in the books and figuring things out, then I will and an anonymous ask isn’t going to make me change my mind about it.

What if instead of ‘Aaron said homophobic things and his character is forever trapped at that moment, defined exclusively by off-hand comments’ we considered letting his character grow? Maybe we don’t assume what Nora herself describes as knee-jerk homophobia that’s a learned behaviour from his high school team (and not his actual beliefs) makes him suddenly hate his brother and cousin when we have evidence otherwise? Maybe we don’t assume that it makes his character locked into exclusively being interested in women and being incapable of being written in a way where he could be attracted to a male character?

I’m LGBT+ and sure I cringe at a few things Aaron says. I also cringe at Wymack calling Andrew a psychotic midget. I also cringe at Wymack’s use of the term retard. I also cringe at Andrew lying about Neil’s drinks and forcibly getting him drunk. I also cringe at Nicky forcing his tongue into Neil’s mouth multiple times to cram drugs into Neil’s mouth while Neil is frantically trying to escape. I also cringe at Andrew trying to murder Allison in the parking lot. I also cringe at Andrew threatening Katelyn in the library and being super terrifying and possessive and unhealthy and toxic and becoming someone Katelyn has to fear being around and scaring the shit out of her. I sure as fuck cringe at Andrew’s line “Do not ignore me. Your life hinges on how well you can listen. Can you listen?” I also cringe at bystander Neil watching this whole thing unfold and not really thinking anything of it and then telling Katelyn she won and just walking off and leaving her to call Aaron crying and terrified. I certainly cringed at Seth’s casual homophobia and use of the word faggot.

There are a lot of cringe moments that get swept under the rug and characters don’t get burned at the stake and defined exclusively by these moments, yet so many people are so quick to burn Aaron at the stake and define him exclusively by a few comments. Which, whatever, if that’s the way you want to define him. But don’t go around pushing that onto other people and don’t go around telling people they shouldn’t ship things because of that.

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woOH aNgSt KiDs so sorry lmao I just thought this was a good idea and had to write it btw creds to the person who put together that gif and stuff. like dude thats a masterpiece 

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It had been only of late that you found it’d been hard to be Peter’s best friend.

For some reason you could not fathom, Peter had been very, very impatient with a lot of things; mostly you, as you spent most of your time with him.

You couldn’t think of any reason as to why he would be so snippy and on edge; he was such a sweet boy, one you’d fallen hard for. It was a nickname you’d given him; one that would always make him blush. He’d given you the nickname, sweet girl, in return; making you blush like a madman as well.

But he’d spent the last two months getting easily irritated with you.

You tried not to mind it, though.


You remember the first day it started, he’d gotten mad at you for tapping your pen on your desk as you thought, something you did a lot.

“Could you stop doing that?” Peter said aggressively as his head shot up from his textbook.

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ADDICTED. {MAFIA & SOULMATE AU) PART 2

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, substance abuse, mature themes, strong language

Word count: 5,384

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.

PART 1


it had been a few months since you’d met Yoongi and the rest of Bangtan and you felt sheltered. You felt as though you were a child again who was locked in a home they were unable to explore or even go outside. Just simply forced to study. Yet again, you were back to where you had escaped from and it was scary. You hadn’t expressed your feelings to Yoongi about it and there really wasn’t a valid excuse as to why. He’d been there for you when you could be, not to say you didn’t do the same.

Almost every night Bangtan was involved in some shit and luckily you’d managed to stay out of it. However, when they got back and any of them were injured was where it got bad. In just the past month alone three of them had come back with assorted bullet wounds. They never went to the hospital as they had Jin, the medic back at home. He was a serious guy a good amount of the time, but sometimes he had a light hearted side towards the other boys but rarely towards you. Yoongi had mentioned once that Jin was weird about Soulmates, but you never really dug up why.

Your encounters with the rest of Bangtan started off monitored by Yoongi, but now you were ‘allowed’ to talk to them alone. Except for Jungkook. Your soulmate didn’t want you anywhere near the Maknae of the gang. The first time he’d taken you in front of them all to introduced you as Blue, he’d almost beat the shit out of the younger. He made some sly comment towards you and in a blur Yoongi had his hands around the other’s neck. RM was the one to break it up.

Four of the members had nicknames in the outside world. I didn’t ask why only them, but Yoongi had nonchalantly said that they were the most well known and with that wanted to be able to go out in public with their names, so they created an alias. There was RM, the leader. RM stood for Rap Monster (For some reason) and the other boys constantly made jokes about it. There was J-Hope and then there was V. Of course, you knew all of their real names, but you didn’t feel like it was truly right for you to use them.

You got along well with J-Hope. He spent a lot of time with you when he wasn’t with his Soulmate. He seemed the happiest of all of them, even though the only one who didn’t seem happy was Jin. He always had this- scowl.

V took time to sit with you when you were crashing and Yoongi wasn’t around. He almost felt like a younger brother to you by this point in you living with them. He was a bit of a creep sometimes with the random shit he said, but you vibed with him a lot. He’d talked to you about your past and completely understood it. He never talked about his own too much but you could only infer that he had some kind of past with drugs.

Now, the semester was ending and as finals came to a close, you could almost feel your mind breaking. All of the parties you knew you couldn’t attend since you were clean now, but also because you were trapped at the home now. Being at school for the last few days was suffering for you as everyone spoke to you. You’d almost shut yourself away from every one of your friends to attempt not to fall back into the life you were living.

Yoongi was normally always on time to get you from class, but he seemed to be running late today. None of your friends ever really questioned who picked you up, just figuring you had a boyfriend now or something and that’s also why you moved out. You’d fought the group of them so that you could wait alone, but one of the guys Jackson wouldn’t leave. He said that this was a late class and it was getting dark, so he didn’t want to leave you there alone.

“Are you sure I can’t drive you home?” he asked for probably the 20th time in the past half hour. You nodded. “I have a full tank, it’s really fine Y/N.” he sighed seeing you repeat the same response again. “Are you coming to my end of the year party? It’s at the house with all of the boys and everyone. And me, I’ll be there.”

“You know I can’t, Jacks. I stopped drinking and smoking and everything- I just need to focus on myself.” You sat on the curb and put your head in your hands that rested uptop your knees.

“Yeah, but that’s during the school year.” He sat next to you. “It’s Summer ba-” He stopped himself. He’d always had the habit of calling you baby girl, but so did Yoongi. Something set you off when your friend had tried calling you it once  Yoongi had begun so you’d asked him to stop. He asked if it was because you had a boyfriend now and you just shrugged. He was such a serious guy, but always so full of questions. “It’s Summer, Y/N. Party with us. It’s gonna be tomorrow night. Since your ride isn’t showing up you could just come over no-”

Almost in sync with Jackson taking your wrist, Yoongi’s black audi had pulled up blasting music. Within seconds he was out of the car and pulling you away from your friend. “Why the fuck are you here?” he yelled towards Jackson, throwing you towards the car only to stop yourself from colliding with it with your hands.

“I go to fucking school here. You’re with this jackass? Y/N, come on. Really? Suga?” Jackson could almost laugh. He attempted to make a movement towards me only to find Yoongi’s fist colliding with his face. He was on the ground, holding his cheek.

“What are you doing?!” you yelled. You’d never yelled at him before. Your blood was boiling from your slight anger and through his intense one.

“If any of you or GOT7 come near her ever again, I don’t give a fuck if you’re in the same fucking class, consider it an official declaration of war from Bangtan.” he spat in Jackson’s direction. “Let’s go, baby girl.”  He opened the passenger seat for you and hurried you inside. You watched Jackson through the window in complete awe as his figure disappeared into the distance.

“He’s in a gang?” you questioned, quickly putting on your seatbelt as Yoongi drove faster than normal. “He was my first friend here-”

“Wang is a fucking piece of shit.” he spat, his eyes focused on the road in front of him as he swerved through cars. “The one day I’m late… And you know why I’m late? Because of GOT fucking 7. Their prick of a leader was going through negotiations with Namjoon and I and basically holding us hostage. This was a fucking set up and I’m just wondering how he knew you were mine.”

You extended a hand to his hair and ran your fingers through it, smoothing it out. That always calmed him down when he was in pain. You trailed them down and began to trace his lips, causing his anger to momentarily subdue into a chuckle. “Maybe it’s because you take me and pick me up everyday, Yoongi. Maybe he recognized the car or spotted you.”

“That must be it. You’re so smart, baby, so smart.” the corners of his mouth perked up as he came to a stop in front of a red light. He put the car in park and leaned over the console to kiss you hungrily. “I wish your fucking school was closer to the house.” He said in between kisses. “I just want to- fuck.” He pulled away and put the car back into drive as the light changed.


Surrounding the entire Bangtan home was a gate which a woman was monitoring. You’d met her a few times and been absolutely delighted by her presence, but knew she had more important things going on. She was Hoseok’s Soulmate and she was as bright as him. Yoongi simply waved and they gate open, tightly clicking closed once we were through. The driveway of the home was littered with expensive cars, trucks, and even a few motorcycles. It was amazing how they were even able to get any of these out from how cluttered it was.

Yoongi was calmed now, but the second the two of you were in the door and faced with Namjoon he heated up again. “I’m not mad, just tell me why Jaebum has called me three times.” The leader’s voice was calm, as always. You began to walk around them, but before you could get two steps away Yoongi grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together.

“Jackson was at Blue’s fucking school. He was there with her when I got there. Remember how I wrote to you during the meeting that there had to be some motive behind the length? That was it.”

“And?” Namjoon lingered on the end of the word. Yoongi’s lips looked locked as his hand tensed around yours. There was no way he was speaking.

“Suga hit him. In the face.” Your own words surprised you but it was clear you weren’t leaving without them. Yoongi just shrugged.

“Are you joking? Oh, c’mon. We just got on good terms with GOT7 after Kook took one of their girls.” The two of them chuckled within this serious moment then when back to normal. “Just go and apologize to Wang. We need to be on good terms with them.” Namjoon turned away and Yoongi lightly mimicked his speech.  “Hey! I heard that.” his feet stopped and he whipped his head back towards us with his phone glued to his ear. “And you threatened him too? Ahh, I feel like a father. Just fix it, Suga. I’m not taking this lightly.”

The two of you walked back to your room and upon the door closing, he almost tackled you to the bed. He was covering your face in kisses with an attitude you preferred over the angrier one. “Hey, I have a question.” you started and he hovered above you for a moment to nod then went back down. Now, he was lightly sucking on your neck and you couldn’t help except to giggle. “Can I call you my boyfriend?” you expected a stop, but he continued like you hadn’t even spoke. There was no response for a minute and you just sighed.

He pulled away and licked his lips while staring into your pools of blue. “Haven’t you been already? Y/N, I call you my girlfriend if someone asks.” Yoongi rolled off of you and landed to your right, huffing away.

“Yeah?” you felt a tingle in your chest and turned on your side to look at his hair. The roots were growing in now and the blonde was pale. “Can we dye your hair? We. Me. You?” you were flustering yourself as you watched his smile grow. You couldn’t help but jumble your words when he smiled. It was just so damn enticing.

“Yeah, yeah. I was thinking black.” He snaked his arm underneath you and pulled you tight into him. “Is that cool baby?”

“Bangtan’s bad boy takes back his normal hair color.” you teased him. He couldn’t help but kiss your nose as a response.

He liked this personality on you. The carefree lax one. For the first but you were more reserved and didn’t respond well sometimes. However, he never got frustrated with it. With the random sickness and the fits of needing to fuel yourself with everything you once had. He’d held you for nights on end and watched you for hours to make sure you were okay. He just wanted to make sure you were okay and ready to live a new life. A new life with him.

You could almost fall asleep in that moment until you heard a loud banging. “Hey, dickhead!” it was Taehyung’s voice, “Joonie says we gotta go now!” The leader despite being across the house was still loud enough for you to hear him tell the younger to knock it off and hurry up causing you all to laugh. His footsteps scurried off as your boyfriend untangled you from himself.

“See ya.” his kissed your cheek and ran out quickly. As soon as the door was shut you couldn’t help but push your face into a pillow and scream. It wasn’t too loud, but it was what you needed in the moment. A moment of happiness sort of. You stood up and stretched your body. Seeing as you were alone now you changed into a pair of shorts and a large black shirt that you figured was probably his.

As you stepped into the hallway, you really had no idea who was being loud in the kitchen currently. Pans were clanging against each other along with an assortment of “fuck” and other swear words. “Do you need help-” you began before spotting Jungkook and his black eye from whatever fight they’d gotten into last night. You hadn’t really been alone with him. Nobody really wanted you to, but he didn’t seem as threatening as always as you watching him struggle to pick a pot.

“Everyone else is gone right now, even her and them and- I wanted to be nice and make all of them food since I fucked up the raid last night and got the least brutal bits of it.” he pushed his hair back and sighed before letting a light hearted smile onto his face. “Are you even allowed to speak to me? Blue, was it?”

“You know my name.” you whispered back, a bit annoyed at him. “I can help you if you’re not- creepy like always.” he nodded. “Promise?” Another nod.  It was crazy how this guy knew so much about the world, but so little about the basic things. You weren’t quite sure of how much time the two of you had to cook, but you knew they’d definitely be hungry when they got back. Boy, could Bangtan eat.

You ended up making a spaghetti and chicken parmesan with mixed vegetables. Jungkook boiled the water and if you asked for help he claimed he was studying what you were doing for “next time”. While you were cooking you began to believe that him being loud was a ploy to lure out the only other person home to cook for him. He even pretended he had another agenda, but you didn’t really mind cooking. You never got too much of a chance unless you were alone. It was ironic because you did most of the grocery shopping with whoever was available.

About an hour and a half after you’d begun cooking, the boys had returned home. Well, everyone but Hoseok and his girl, so you figured they didn’t leave together. Everyone was untouched except for your boyfriend who only was wearing half a jacket and was pissed off. “Suga, you’re lucky all they did was burn it! Wang is an angry dude, you know? Coulda killed you and Blue over there.” Jimin teased and Yoongi tossed the burned fabric on the younger’s head.

“Ahh, did you make dinner?” he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you from the back. “With the brat? Extraordinary.” his voice was full of sarcasm and you could almost hear his eye roll from behind you which everyone greeted with a laugh. “Mmm, it looks so good.” he whispered into your ear and for some reason it made you feel happy. Being surrounded by your soulmate and his closest friends in this moment was making you happy.

The seven of you ate and it was almost weird the way they acted. They’d probably just come from something with GOT7 but not a single one of them mentioned it. They just acted normal and talked about their lives. At this dinner you’d found out everyone had met their soulmate except for Jimin at this point. It was almost alarming how easily he was taking the late bloomer jokes being made about him.

“See! This is the same thing with the height! Suga is only a little bit taller than me and he only met her a little bit before me-” Jimin began to argue

“It could still be years, Jiminie.” Jungkook teased him, hysterical laughing at the antics.

“Only a little bit before me!” his voice was raised as he repeated himself, “You guys constantly tease me for things Suga has like point one more than me in!” At this point everyone was hysterical and almost choking from Jimin’s rant. “Stop bullying me because it’s fun!”

Everyone basically waved him off as one by one they rose from the table to go to sleep or do whatever they had to do. In Jungkook’s case it was to go find some girl to take home for the night and Namjoon said he had to go take care of things before running out. You were in the dark on that one, but you didn’t want to pry there. Once everyone except for Yoongi and yourself were gone from the table, you stood up to start cleaning. Jin normally did it, but since you cooked tonight you offered.

“I’m gonna put some food away for Hoseok and them, okay?” Yoongi nodded and smiled at your sincerity. You packed it up and put it into the loaded fridge. They liked to keep themselves stocked despite only two of them really ever cooking.

“I have a question.” Yoongi began and it was almost funny how he was lowkey making fun of you from earlier. You nodded just as he and you began to collect the dishes from the table. “Do you miss your old life?” You choked on thin air as you slowly walked to the sink to stop yourself from dropping everything. “Do you resent me?” His voice was a bit smaller which made you a bit uncomfortable.

“No- I fell into a life due to my choices and I was stuck in a rut. I never want to get back to that level again.” You didn’t turn to face him and instead began to start the dishes. “Like, yeah. Sometimes I wish I could get drunk for a night or high or even do something else-” you heard a noise come from his throat as if he was forcing the words he wanted to say away. Which he probably was. He was definitely holding his sharp tongue. “But I don’t trust myself at this point in time with those things. Maybe one day again, but not today.”

Yoongi was suddenly next to you and taking the clean plates from the side of the sink to dry them and put them away. “That’s nice to hear.” he kissed your temple and quickly got back to work. “Was it Jackson and them who got you onto that shit?”

“No, not necessarily. The parties probably didn’t help, but it wasn’t them. Don’t try to find another reason to start a fight after you just apologized, Suga.”

“Oh, I hate it when you call me that. It feels so wrong, baby.” You simply shrugged and laughed at his little quirk. You’d always have to call him it when you weren’t behind confined doors despite the rest of Bangtan switching between names. He said that one day you’d be able to call him Yoongi at home, but right now you needed practice for public. He said it was more suffering for him more than you.

As you two finished back and headed to the room, another thought crossed your mind once you were getting changed for bed. “Hey, do the other boys know my name? Like not Blue- my name.”

“No, not yet.” he responded instantly while tugging his shirt off to reveal his defined chest. He could read your face from a mile away as he slipped out of his jeans and crashed onto the bed. “I’m not sure when I’m gonna tell them. It’s not gonna be a secret forever. Probably soon.”

“You keep contradicting yourself, Yoongi.” you sighed as you got changed into a silk pajama shorts set he had bought you. He slept almost naked while you almost always slept in something nice. He insisted upon it just in case something was to happen, but you weren’t quite too sure what that could be with a base as secretive and secure as Bangtan’s.

“I don’t mean to baby. It’s just I have a lot on my mind.” he took you into his arms almost the moment you were next to him. He loved to hold you and just take in your scent for a moment. A good amount of the time Yoongi could be sexual, but he hadn’t pushed you anywhere you wanted to go. However, you liked the moments like these better where you could hear his heartbeat and his light breathing. Then when the breathing would get a bit louder with little snores you couldn’t help except to giggle to yourself. He always almost collapsed atop of you when he passed out but then kept you tangled within him so he could almost assure you were there.


Normally there was no wakeup call, but today you were met with loud yelling. The second it began Yoongi and yourself jolted up. He tossed on a shirt and almost jumped into jeans and slipped on his sneakers then he ran full speed out of the room. It took you a moment to register the yelling, but you quickly followed. It was tough to keep up with him but you were right on his heels as he ran out to the front of the house.

“Oh come on.” Yoongi screamed as he held the door for you before jetting over to the rest of Bangtan who were stood by the gate. “Why the fuck are you all here?!”

You stood a bit behind the boys, but you could clearly see GOT7 on the other side of the gate. As you went to turn around, BamBam with his stupid good eyesight was quick to spot you. “Hey, Y/N!” he yelled and even from behind you could feel Yoongi getting angrier. “I thought Jackson was lying when he said you were with Bangtan. Ya’ know, we’re best pals with ‘em!” You made a sour face and sighed, instinctively sitting onto the ground.

“We’re not here to start any trouble, RM.” Jaebum was calm as always as he put a hand for a shake through the gate. “We just wanted to extend a hand,” he chuckled at the irony as RM shook it to be kind. “For all of you to come to our party tonight. As two of the youngest gangs, it’s only right since we’re on good terms. No other people involved in the mafia will be there. Just a bunch of college kids to celebrate a few of our boys graduating!” his voice was so sincere but seeing them all reminded you a lot of old times.

“Why did you have to show up here to invite us?” Jin snapped.

“Sincerity.” Jaebum smiled.

“Who gave you the address?” RM didn’t seem too angry, just annoyed.

“Ahh, I don’t wanna make you guys fight right before the big party, you know? It’s not too big of a deal, you know where our home is.”  Mark cut in. He always had this smile that made him seem like the baby despite being the older. “So, Y/N? Are you coming? You haven’t been around a lot.”

All fourteen pairs of eyes were on you and instead of a response you just rolled onto the ground as a dog would. “No, I’m busy.” you spoke once you decided to sit up. You were just in awe that this was happening to you at this point and frankly a bit annoyed that they went to this extent. You were friends throughout school and they most definitely didn’t help you when you had a problem. They basically encouraged it even more, but you weren’t about to ever disclose that information.

You watched as Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but Jaebum who you guessed was the leader cut him off. “Alright, sorry for being an inconvenience.” he was smiling now, “See you later, Y/N.” The seven of them waved and Bangtan stood outside to watch until they were off of the property.

“Y/N’s a cute name, Suga. I don’t know why you couldn’t just tell us that.” J-Hope smiled as he extended a hand to help you up. You took it with a sigh and wiped the bits of gravel off of yourself.

“I know it’s a cute name.” Yoongi almost snapped as we went to walk inside.

“They’re literally doing this to tease you, dude.” V spoke so casually and was trying to contain his laughter about it. “We’re on good terms with them, they’re not trying to fuck it up they’re just trying to annoy you that they’ve known her for longer. Y/N. Is it cool if I call you that?” You nodded.

“That’s literally the only reason.” Jimin agreed.

“Literally, shut the fuck up.” Yoongi spat and rolled his eyes, grabbing your arm to follow him to calm him down. You slid your hand into his and began to rub circles with your thumb on his hand.

“Hey, chill.” Was all you could start with once you slammed the bedroom door behind the two of you. Currently he was pacing in circles around the room as you started to get dressed. “You- You can’t let something this trivial like me get to you.”

“That’s the thing, Y/N. You’re not trivial and you’ll never be something low on my list. You’re top tier and then everything else. This just fucks it up. They like to have us on their side because we can kick their asses, but they’re just fucking with me. You just… you’re taking over my mind. All I wanna do nowadays is hold you in my arms and even run away sometimes. You’re fucking with my mind. It was always Bangtan. Bangtan. Bangtan. Now I just see you and your gorgeous smile waiting for me when I come back home.”

You couldn’t help except to blush as you stood pulling a dress over your head. You held it over your face for a few moments to hope the red would die down, but you knew it hadn’t. You pulled the black fabric over your frame only to find Yoongi sitting on the bed with his face in his hands.

“Hey.” you walked over and stood in front of him, gripping his bigger hands with your own. “It’s not a bad thing to care about someone like that. I care about you like that, Yoongi. I care the way you do too.” You could feel your heart almost swell up and you wondered if he felt it too. Normally your emotions were tied together, so you didn’t see why this time was any different.

“I get that, but when I’m out with 500 pounds of coke or in a room with 30 armed guys alone, I can’t be sucking my thumbs thinkin’ “Gee, I wonder what Y/N is gonna wear tonight when I take her out” or “I wonder if she’s asleep yet”. That fucks me up. It could get me killed, you know.”

You could feel bits of pettiness wanting to come out, but you knew he could get angry. Everyone knew of the infamous Suga’s anger and you didn’t wanted to provoke. Except, you may have by accident as you whispered. “I can just leave if I’m an inconvenience.”

“In what fuckin’ world would I want you to leave?” he snapped. You tensed up and he pulled you onto his lap into an awkward position. So you adjusted yourself by wrapping your legs around him. “Don’t think like that, I just gotta figure out a way to get these thoughts outta my head. My brothers and I- Bangtan, we’re in this for a reason. Not just cause we like money- Namjoon’s got a girl. She needs us to do this and I’d like to think that they’d do the same thing if you needed help. If you were hurting my brothers would take care of you. It just sucks that all I wanna do is get you away from this. My soulmate is this baby girl and I’m so fucking in love with her.”

You were at a loss for words as he carried on and involuntarily began to cry. He lifted a hand off of yours and began to swipe the tears away. Yoongi placed a soft kiss on your lips, he knew you preferred those to the hungry ones he normally attacked you with. You looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and studied them for a moment. This man was the man. The one who’s always be there for you and wanted so badly to keep you safe.

“I love you too.” your voice was small as you sniffled and he couldn’t help but laugh at the mess you were turning into above him. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” you repeated it and his chuckles got a bit deeper. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Don’t thank me, baby. It’s my job right? Like it’s yours to take care of me too. Everything you do doesn’t go unnoticed, you know that? I appreciate everything you do for me no matter how miniscule it is. Everything you do… Everything is exponential and extraordinary and I’m so proud of you for putting your past behind you to focus the way you do. It’s almost crazy to me to find someone else to care about. I’ve never cared about you the way I do and you know how big my heart is.” Sarcasm.

“Obviously.” you joked back and lightly hit at his chest. You held your hand there for a moment and took a fistful of his shirt into your hand. You pulled him in for a kiss and he moved on of his hands to the back of your head to deepen it. The two of you pulled away with shy smiles and you placed your forehead atop his. “Now, Yoongi. What do you say? Let’s go out on a date or something?”

“Is this a demand?” he cocked an eyebrow towards you.

“Yeah. It is.”

“What a surprise. I kinda like that. It’s a bit hot.” his voice deepened for a moment before he cleared his throat and lifted you onto the ground. “I’m just- uh- gonna go to the bathroom and then we can get out of here?”

You smiled and sat back onto the bed, rolling over to where you slept. “Wake me up when you’re done.”

“Or maybe I’ll just watch you sleep.” You closed your eyes with his words and couldn’t help except to smile to yourself as he tiptoed out and shut the door behind him.

There was no use in saying you could get used to this at this point because you were there. You were here with him and he was here to make you happy. He didn’t coddle you or even make you feel used in a sense. Min Yoongi the gang member was here to keep a smile on your face while his fist was on someone else’s. And that was something you could handle. Destiny had given you the challenge of him after he fixed he well enough to prepare you for it.

Fate had this weird way of working that when you were at your lowest, you met him. Even if it started off in a bad way, he’d taken you out of the shits and into this other life that could probably end with you dead. But, hey. That’s what you do for family and the people you love.



Author’s Note! Thank you for all of the positive feedback about Addicted! For now, this is the last part. I’m not too sure if I’ll come back here to this particular story in the future, so I left it on a note where everyone can be somewhat satisfied with the ending. Knowing me I probably will lmao im yoongi trash

So, as you may have realized the Mafia Soulmate AU will be a series and each boy will get their own parts! I wrote this particular one super quick because I had this insane muse, but I can’t really give a definite time each of the boys parts will come out. Just know they’re coming!

Anyways, thank you so much everyone!

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installment!

Jungkook’s installment!

Starting out at Nursing School: What you'll need!

Time management

  1. Planner - 1 page per day.
  2. Wall Calendar –for visualising what is coming up each month.
  3. Weekly to-do List – it feels great to be able to cross things off each week.
  4. Household Schedule – for keeping school in perspective with life.

Stationary

  1. Paper -  pocket notebook for clinicals, loose leaf paper, printer paper and index cards 3x5 and 5x8.
  2. Folders - 3-ring binder, display folders with plastic sleeves.                    
  3. Misc. - 3 holed punch, calculator, small stapler, staples.
  4. Pens, highlighters and pencils– for note taking. Highlighting key ideas and for drawing diagrams for study aids.

Technology/ devices

  1. Recorder – great for recording lectures and classes. Also comes in handy for recording any notes you make to so that you can reinforce concepts. It is important to make sure that your teacher gives permission for you to record as they may have a strict policy. More often than not they allow it for personal use and ask that you do not distribute it.  
  2.  Laptop/Desktop computer – important for accessing online content, doing assessments and checking emails. It is important to have internet access while completing nursing school, however if you are unable to have it at home, most public libraries and educational institutes provide computer labs to their students
  3. Printer/Scanner – for printing assessments and lecture notes. This is also convenient but not necessary, so if you are prepared to pay small fee at public libraries and other educational institutes they always have many on hand to access.
  4. IPod/mp3 player – amazing for unwinding to your favourite music or even uploading recordings of notes and lectures for extra reinforcement while going for a run or walking the dog. I personally love listening while I’m cooking or washing up.  

Nurse Stuff!!!

  1. Water proof watch – must have a second hand
  2. Stethoscope – Your school may have a particular one that they want you to use that is fairly cheap. If they allow other brands, Littman is very good and reliable and will definitely take you all the way through nursing school. However, make sure you have it engraved or don’t let it out of your sight as I have heard sooooooo many stories of them being stolen out of bags etc.
  3. Comfortable shoes – this is a no brainer. Nurses are on their feet all day and night so it is important to splash out where comfort and support is needed. Klogs, despite being some of the ugliest shoes to exist, are wonderful. Dansko are also really comfortable, as well as the brand Sanita which offers cute prints and colours.
  4. Durable bag - this one is also really important! A lot of people have said that a bag with wheels comes in good use when you’re lugging heavy books across campus. Please don’t use shoulder bags! You will wind up with an immense amount of strain on your shoulder, and they just aren’t practical.
  5. Scrubs – Scrubs are a bit of a grey area as there will be variations in what is required of students from school to school. Mostly blue are used I believe, but I may be wrong.
  6. Student uniform - this will be something you purchase from your school. It is important for when you are on placement so that you are recognised as a student from your school.
  7. Long sleeve tops – nurses have early starts and finishes so it is important to stay warm. Hospitals often aren’t the warmest of environments so having a few long sleave tops to layer up with is definitely worth it. 
  8. Penlight – penlights are like pens, you’ll start off the shift with a few spares but by the end you’ll be trying to trace your steps back to find one! They aren’t too expensive so whenever you, replenish your hoard! Haha
  9. Bandage/Dressing scissors – these will be your best friend. There’s no need to go out and by a ridiculously expensive pair. Just the basics that do their job!

 Books

  1. Medical Dictionary – every student needs one. It is so handy for looking things up and often they have small diagram explanations. I actually picked up a seventh edition Oxford minidictionary for Nurses which is great and it is the perfect size.
  2. Latest Drug guide – this is an important friend to the nursing student as there are so many drugs that we come into contact with. Make sure that you get an up to date one as there are new drugs out all the time.
  3. Thesaurus – this is just a helpful one for writing essays. I find myself looking for new ways to say something all the time and having a thesaurus gives you lots of options for words. Most computers have one built into their document writing system if you decide not to get one.
  4. Referencing Guide ­– as soon as you find out what kind of referencing your course uses for assignments, make sure you get a guide on how to do it correctly. You may pick up on it right away without needing one, but if you’re like me, it’ll help to be able to look it up whenever you need to. Note: never leaving referencing til last. Do it as you go!
  5. NCLEX Q’s book – the earlier you get yourself acquainted with NCLEX questions, the better. There are so many of these books out there. My advice would be to ask someone at school in a higher year, or one of your instructors, whether they can suggest a good one to you and go by that.
  6. Required Textbooks – you will either get a list of these given to you or it will be in your course outline under core texts. Buying textbooks brand new can be super expensive so I suggest you try and get them second hand. There’s is absolutely no shame in this, in fact it is the smarter thing to do.  Check textbook exchange pages for your school on Facebook, look at noticeboards, gumtree. EBay, craigslist and advertise on these that you are looking to buy. If you know someone the year or semester ahead of you, contact them and offer to buy them for a reasonable price. Unless the course changes dramatically year to year, you will be able to get away with having books a few editions behind. If you have the money and you want to buy them all brand new, then do so! There is something satisfying about accumulating textbooks… I myself have many!

In your bag

  1. Wallet – make sure you carry your student ID card, bus pass, drivers licence, cash cards and loose change for printing. Keep a photo of someone or something you love or that motivates you to keep going.
  2. Keys – don’t forget your house keys, car keys and if your school has lockers, get one and don’t forget to bring the key with you to school!
  3. Hand sanitizer – at nursing school lots of people turn into crazy OCD hygiene gurus, and for good reason! Travel size hand sanitizer is perfect to carry around with you whether it’s at school or on the floor!
  4. Lip balm/Moisturiser – because hospitals are cold and dry areas it good to make sure you have a chap stick or some paw paw ointment on hand to stop any wind burn, chapping or cracking. Moisturiser is a must. You will be constantly washing your hands and using hand sanitiser upon entering a room so it is important to put some moisture and life back into your poor little hand. Any vitamin E creams or aloe Vera based moisturisers will do the trick!
  5. Headphones - make sure you have a spare pair of ordinary headphones. Preferably not the apple ones as they don’t always work on school computers. Some computer labs or libraries at schools will sell these or loan them to students for a few dollars. Sometimes you’ll find yourself at university with a few hour between classes and you might want to re watch a lecture, but you don’t want to disturb other students in their study. You may simply just want to watch silly things on YouTube to cheer yourself up after a terrible day so make sure you are prepared.
  6. Tissues – make sure you have a travel pack of tissues. There may be day where you just feel like crap or have had very little sleep and just have a little melt down so tissues or face wipes can save the day!
  7. Water bottle – stay hydrated!! Try to stay away from caffeine where you can. We all know that the caffeine high is fast in reacting, but when you crash you crash hard. Just starting your day with a big glass of water can set you up for feeling good all day so carry it on through the day too! My university has refill places where you can refill your bottle without having to buy it or go to a bathroom.
  8. Lunchbox – Always pack lunch!! You will go through so much money buying lunch every day. If you don’t have time in the morning, prepare the night before or even cook for the week on Sunday and pop something into a microwave safe container to heat up at school. Make sure you have a few pieces of fruit, a handful of mixed nuts and some form of carbs and protein. Make sure you have a few muesli bars for back-ups, and I often freeze a little tub of yogurt for later in the day.

I hope this has been helpful people! Special thanks to peacelovekoala and nursekanika for their contributions to this post. Please reblog this so that any future nursing students can have a look at this and get some ideas! Also if you would like me to cover any other topics let me know and feel free to ask anything you like xx ourloveandtrials

falling for you (reddie)

summary: the winter formal is coming around, and everyone is scrambling to find dates. eddie is hoping that maybe the signs richie’s been giving him means that richie will ask him, but is disappointed when he learns that richie has accepted another date.

pairing: reddie

word count: 2.9k

warnings: none

a/n: this is my first reddie writing and one shot (it’s fuckin’ long im sorry, i probs should’ve broke it up in parts), so i hope it’s not too horrible. i haven’t read the book yet, only seen the movie/tv series, so i don’t know all of the nuances yet! i’ll do my best <3 feedback and comments/likes are appreciated and welcomed! oh also. the losers are around 16/17, taking place in modern times. some things might be different but i hope you welcome it

OH. song of the one shot is fallingforyou by the 1975. i listened to it while writing so maybe i’ll get you in the right mood

“gaaaay!” the losers looked over towards the end of their cafeteria table, not one of them surprised to see the person behind the call was none other than richie tozier.

despite richie being the only one to not have the same lunch period as them, he still managed to get out of history to come and bother the gang.

“beep. beep. richie.” stan pronounced each word with a hard pause, a slight glare finding his features as he gripped his boyfriend, bill’s, hand tighter.

“i’m just joking around. don’t get your damn panties in a twist, staniel..” the trashmouth grinned, taking a seat in the spot that he normally sat in - right next to eddie. “besides, everyone knows i ship stenbrough so hard.” a lanky arm was tossed around eddie’s shoulders, one which he shrugged off just as quickly in protest of his behavior.

everyone was used to richie’s antics, and ignored them for the most part. though, that hardly ever stopped tozier from continuing them. “mike, have you found a date to the winter formal yet?” beverly questioned across the table, leaning into ben’s side as his eyes glossed over homework reading instead of focusing on the lunch in front of him.

ahh. winter formal. in a small town like derry, maine, a school dance was something highly anticipated. buzz generally began weeks before.

“i’m stuck between rosie and taylor. you guys think they’d be down for a threeway date?”

as it was now, bill and stan, and ben and bev were supppsed to be attending the dance as couples, respectively. the only three without dates was richie, eddie, and mike.

the dance was only a week out, and eddie found himself shifting uncomfortably at the talk of the dance. he wasn’t sure that he would attend, but a huge part of him was hoping that he would be forced to go if a certain someone asked him to be their date.

“sure they would! who wouldn’t want some mclovin from you, mike? be careful, though. having two love interests can get preeeetty messy. eds and his mom would know.”

a frown crossed eddie’s face as he shoved richie’s shoulder gently. “beep beep richie! and don’t call me that! y’know i hate it when you call me that.” the frown on eddie’s face didn’t quite match the now hammering of his heart after registering that richie had identified him as a love interest. maybe eddie was reading too much into his joking. maybe richie’s increased flirting and touches was just him trying to be more annoying than usual.

“are you and eddie p-planning on g-g-going to the dance?” bill questioned, shooting a knowing look in both richie and eddie’s direction, causing eddie’s cheeks to lightly flush a pink while averting his gaze down onto his untouched food.

richie turned his attention on eddie, a small smile finding his lips as he stared at the pretty, small, teenage boy. it had taken him a few days to decide whether he wanted to go big with his formal date invitation to eddie or not.

it would have been his first time asking eddie out.

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Yes or No? (Montgomery de la Cruz, 13 Reasons)

~To start off, this is the only thing I’ve written so far that I would even consider writing a part 2 for, if requested enough. This is a sad one lol. It also has a lot of Jeff in it. Thank you again for all of your support. Requests are open!!❤️~

Everyone was staring at you. You were the talk of the school. No matter what group, everyone knew what had happened to you. What had happened to your whole family. Everyone knew that you hadn’t been to school in almost a month. If it weren’t for your needing to be there for attendance, you probably would have stayed gone longer. Well, your parents were a factor too. You were heart broken and sad and confused. Everything imaginable. Your brother was dead. Jeff Atkins was dead.

You remembered that night like it was yesterday. You’d been at the same party as him. In fact, you were completely blasted. Your boyfriend, Montgomery De La Cruz was taking care of you as you blubbered about random things. Jeff had said he’d like to drop you off to your guys’ house while he was out on the beer run that he’d been asked to do. You’d refused, even after Jeff and Monty both persisted that you do so. So Jeff took off into the night. Little did you know, your drunken refusal would be your last interaction with your brother. And a mere hour and a half later you’d get a very frantic call from your mother. You, still out of it, were not comprehending the seriousness of the situation, forcing Monty to take your phone and work out what your mother was talking about. His teammate, and one of his best friends, had been in a fatal car accident. Without a word to anyone, he’d leapt up, throwing you over his shoulder, knowing he didn’t have time for your antics, and ran out to his car.

Five minutes later, you understood. No amount of drugs and alcohol could have ever kept you from noticing the body bag, and your mother hiding her face in your Father’s chest in sheer horror. Nothing was going to take away the fact that your brother was in the body bag, that he was dead.
You remembered screaming at the top of your lungs, eventually trying to run over to the paramedics that were tending to Jeff’s body. Monty stopped you, turning you back around and pulling you into him. You could feel his heart pounding. You kept demanding things, as if they could be done or changed. ‘Give him CPR’ you’d bellowed. ‘Wake him up.’

Monty refused to leave your side after that. His baseball coach had given him four games off without any grief. He felt the loss of Jeff too. Monty said he wanted to wait until you could handle yourself before he tried to go back to normal.

Your parents didn’t say anything when you refused the idea of Monty leaving your bed at night. In fact, Monty had spent every night with your emotionally drained body since the accident.

No one saw it coming, Montgomery caring about someone so much. Jeff had been suspicious of his motives when he’d first asked about you. But there was no mistaking the way his eyes lit up when he saw you in the stands at their games. Or the way he’d talk to himself, as though he was practicing what he was going to say to you. He liked you. And your lack of reluctance towards him scared not only Jeff, but your friends as well. He was, well he was a 'fuck boy’. It surprised everyone even more when he gave you a 'ring on a string’ for your six month anniversary, when the first I love you’s were said.

“Montgomery said he wished he could have walked you to class, Y/N.” Hannah’s voice shook you out of your daze. You nodded, she was right.

“I told him, baseball’s his future. If coach wants him to practice, he needs to.” You spoke in a hushed tone. A sharp contrast to your normally spunky, louder voice. But this was the voice you’d grown accustomed to. There was no reason to be so cheery or chirpy.

“You look nice in your dress.” Hannah continued. She was another person who’s sympathy you’d been receptive of. She seemed genuine, not nosy. You didn’t care what Monty had to say about how she 'got around’. She was a good person.

“Monty bought it for me last week.” You said. You could feel her wide smile on you.

“He takes good care of you, yeah?” She asked. You couldn’t help but smile, you liked the honest answer you were able to give.

“Yeah. I used to take care of him too.” Hannah stopped in the middle of the hallway, and turned you so you had to look at her.

“After everything, I’m sure he’s aware it’s his time to be caring for you, Y/N.” you nodded, not in the mood to wallow in your self pity aloud.

“See your knight in shining armor?” Hannah nudged you, gesturing for you to look forward. You looked up and saw Monty with his friend group. It was good to see him with them. He’d kind of wiped them out of his life to take care of you.

That didn’t stop him from perking up when he saw you walking down the hall. He smiled as he walked towards you. Hannah unlinked arms with you, as if her shift was over. There was a pregnant silence between Monty’s friends and Hannah. God, they were all judging her. And it clearly was making her uncomfortable.

“I’ll see you in gym, Y/N.” Hannah rubbed your shoulder softly before beginning to walk away.

“Stay?” You asked simply. Looking into her eyes. She paused, thinking about it for a moment.

“No, I think you’re in good hands now.” She smiled gently before walking away and out of the hallway.

“I don’t get why you like her so much.” Monty pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

“She’s a good person, Montgomery. You all are so mean sometimes.” You whispered.

“Hey Y/N, Monty just doesn’t want her influence around.” Marcus spoke up. You hadn’t seen him since Jeff’s funeral. He hadn’t said much to you. Then again, you two hadn’t ever said much to one another.

“Hey so we’re all gonna workout at the country club later today, you down?” Marcus asked Monty. Your boyfriend traced small circles on your back as you took in the group of people, arms crossed over your chest.

“Dinner with her family tonight, sorry.” Monty said in return. That hadn’t been officially planned, but he did have dinner with you and your parents most nights.

“You haven’t worked out with us in forever, man. It’s the only day that I can get all of you into the club at once.” Bryce continued to try and convince your boyfriend.

“My girl comes first, sorry.” Monty thought that was the end of the conversation

“She can come. You just said how she’s gained all this depression weight and it’s getting to be a problem and-” Bryce was going to talk further, but Monty lunged at him, making him fall to the ground before he could.

“If anything about her EVER leaves your mouth again I swear to God I’ll kill you.” He growled. You pulled Monty off of Bryce, tears already slipping down your cheeks.

“She just lost her damn brother, Jesus.” Jessica, who had been standing by her boyfriend, Justin had rushed to your side out of protectiveness.

“That’s not how it was I just-” you couldn’t even let him finish his excuse.

“Did those words leave your mouth?” You didn’t even look up at him. Jessica has wrapped her arms around you. The hall had gotten quieter. This had officially been made a scene after Monty lunged at Bryce.

“Look princess it didn’t-”

“Answer the question! Did you say my weight was a problem? Yes or No?” Your voice was raised and louder than it had been in a month.

“Yes, but it was just-” you shook your head, laughing to yourself.

“That’s all I needed to know. But, let me relieve you of this said problem.” You pulled your hair to one side. You unhooked the necklace you wore. The necklace that hadn’t left your neck in almost four months. His little promise 'ring on a string’ anniversary gift. When he wouldn’t take it back, you handed it to Zach.

“Make sure he takes this. It’s his decision what he wants to do with it. Maybe he was who every girl in this school warned me he was all along.” You said, turning in the other direction. Jessica followed you, wanting to show you support. Monty tried to walk after you. You had no idea what he was frantically saying. All you knew was that Jessica was yelling at him to get away and that you now felt officially alone in this world.

taekook fanfic rec #1

PLEASE feel free to recommend me any of your favorite BTS fanfics (any ship), because I will read them. Also, please let me know if you liked any of the stories I recommend!

IMPORTANT: All of the fics I rec will be on a scale of 8 to 10. (8- really good, happy I read it.  9- amazing, I loved it! 10- perfect, one of my favorites. [*]= top fave)

I hope you love the stories as much as I do! As always, happy reading~


1. Dating For Dummies

Summary: in which twitter is evil, jeon jeongguk is a bit tsundere, park jimin is satan and kim taehyung may or may not have a boyfriend.

Side Couples: Yoonmin, Namjin

Length: 12k words. Oneshot.

No warnings.

AU: Non-idol

Review: THIS WAS CUTE. And funny. And omg. It was a cute read, but the characterization was a little…off? You get over it pretty quick. I enjoyed it!

My Rating: 8.5/10


2. King of the Library, Knight of His Trade

Summary: Moral of the story? Don’t fuck with Jeon Jungkook or else you’ll end up ruining your perfect attendance to chase his coattails. 

Side couples: Suga x Jin (that’s a new one for me lol)

Length: 47.4k – 20 chapters (on Asian fanfic) (no chaps on ao3)

Warnings: 47.4k WORDS OF PERFECTION AND WILL HAVE YOU PISSING YOURSELF FROM LAUGHTER. (no warnings)

AU: College

Review: OH. MY. GOD. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THIS PLEASE STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND READ. IT. RIGHT. NOW. Okay. Okay. I’m calm. This is probably my all-time fave Taekook fic or at least in the top 3. I stayed up till 3am to finish this amazing piece of perfection.

My Rating: 10/10

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Stevie’s favorite things

I have received a request to post Stevie’s favorite things (”music, books, food, poets and all things beyond, far and in between”), so I gathered some things from several interviews and Q&As.

I feel that I have to add some sort of disclaimer though - This list could never be a thorough look into Stevie’s likes as she’s a very private person (as she should be!) and I’m far from being an expert. All the things listed here were mentioned publicly and I have no intention of intruding or disrespecting. I hope you enjoy it, and if you think of things I’ve left out, please drop me a line. 

▬ Music

It’s almost impossible to gather all the artists, bands, and songs Stevie has cited as favorites in just one place… Nothing I post will do justice to her love of music. “I have a love of music that goes far beyond what I do onstage.” (Dailytelegraph.au, 2017) 

 • ”Tom Petty is my favorite rock star.“ (BST Hyde Park Festival, 2017) 

•  "If you could do a duet with anyone in the world, with whom would it be?” “I would say James Taylor.” (Facebook Q&A, 2014) 

• “So I got got the flamboyancy and the attitude from Janis and then I got the humbleness and the grace from Jimi Hendrix. And then one other thing, I got a little bit of slinky from Grace Slick.(South by Southwest Music Festival, 2013) 

 •"I have striven to live up to the songwriting of Don Henley and Glenn Frey, Jackson Browne and Joni Mitchell.“ (1981) 

• “If I can sit down and be going through a crisis and I can listen to Joni Mitchell or something and I can feel from her that she understands, even though she doesn’t know me, then, for me… I love that, and that’s what I try to do.” (1976)

Here’s just a little of what she has mentioned over the decades: Her Grandad, Leon Russell, The Everly Brothers,  Led Zeppelin, Eagles, Buffalo Springfield, Foo Fighters, Vanessa Carlton, Haim, and so many more. Click here for a playlist containing 73 songs Stevie has mentioned during interviews.

▬ Poets

“Do you have any poets you enjoy?”
Yes, Oscar Wilde and Edgar Allan Poe.” (Q&A, rockalittle.com) 

I think that poets and songwriters have a lot in common because a songwriter really has to be a poet first. That’s how we live our lives. It’s the same kind of thinking. Unlike people who write fiction or make movies, we put our stories into these small little containers filled with mostly short lines and verses. This is how we talk about the way we feel and talk about things and explain the world and ourselves.” (The Creative Independent, 2016)

Books

The Mabinogion Trilogy - Evangeline Walton 

These four fantasy-fiction books by American author Evangeline Walton (The Prince of Annwn, The Children of Llyr, The Song of Rhiannon and The Island of The Mighty) are based on traditional Welsh myths. Someone sent them to me back in 1978 because I’d written a song called Rhiannon 5 years earlier. Walton started her work around 1934 and finished in 1974, which was right around the time that I wrote Rhiannon, so I felt like when her work ended, mine began.

• Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys

Wide Sargasso Sea is inspired by Bronte’s classic Jane Eyre. The novel explores the life of Mrs Rochester, ‘the wild woman in the attic’, in 1830s Jamaica before she was brought to England by Mr Rochester. Jean Rhys wrote this book as a precursor to Jane Eyre because of her love for the Bronte novel. I saw the film adaptation of the book in the early 1990s and it inspired me to write the song of the same name on my album.

• Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte

I first read Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights (written by Charlotte’s sister Emily Bronte) when I was in college in California in the late 1960s. They are two of my favourite books because they’re just so brilliantly written. The beauty of both these classics is that they were fantastic when I was a teenager and they still appeal to me now as a 63-year-old woman.”

• The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

“I’ve read all of Poe’s poetry as well as Lord Byron’s and Oscar Wilde’s. He is deep and brooding - you can make many songs from his poems. I like Byron for the same reason - his characters are dark and intense like Lindsey. Oscar Wilde’s work is more flamboyant, but he was a really good storyteller.”

Out of Africa - Karen Blixen 

 “This memoir recounts the time Karen Blixen (a Danish author) spent in Kenya from 1914. When I saw the 1985 movie version with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford, it just killed me and inspired me to read the book. Both make me sob so much I can hardly breathe. Later, my assistant gave me a beautiful old copy, which makes me treasure the story more. I even stayed in the Karen Blixen suite at the Hotel D'Angleterre in her native Copenhagen. The relationship between Blixten and the Safari hunter Denys Finch Hatton broke my heart. It’s a book about finding and losing love.”

The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery 

I first discovered The Little Prince when I was in high school and fell in love with the book straight away. My make-up artist has a tattoo of the Little Prince on the side of her leg, so I’m often reminded of what a beautiful story it is. It’s a sweet fable about the relationship between a little boy and his love for a rose. There is such a strong philosophy of love and loneliness running throughout the book that I can’t help but return to it again and again.” 

The Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer

Moonlight (A Vampire’s Dream), a song on my new album was written about New Moon. The song is about what happens when a relationship breaks down or, more specifically, when you are abandoned in some way. I could totally relate to that. I think that Meyer’s stories are magnificent and I’m amazed at how she built her complex world. Writing a song seems much simpler that writing a novel - a song is just five verses and a chorus! I think the love story between Edward and Bella is going to live on forever, like Beauty and the Beast.

• “Right now I am reading ‘Wheel of Fortune’ by Susan Howatch.” (Q&A, rockalittle.com, 2000s)

• “On the bookshelves are volumes about the Kabbalah, Madame Blavatsky and Arthurian legend; a copy of The Johns Hopkins Consumer Guide to Drugs sits beside Luxury Hotels of the World.” (Stevie Nicks: a survivor’s story, telegraph.uk, 2007)

• “She is gurgling scales along with a recording of her vocal coach while flipping through a new memoir by Janis Joplin’s road manager. ”Look,“ Nicks says, perking up, “I knew Janis wore sling-back heels.” (Rolling Stone, 2015)

Movies

• Mentioned: Jean Cocteau’s “La Belle et la Bête”, “Mary, Queen of Scots”, “Julia”. 

• Stevie’s favorite horror movie is “The Haunting of Hill House”, however… “Nicks has very little experience with horror: she’s seen only a handful of old horror movies, like “Bride of Dracula”. “They don’t scare me,” she says. “I just love the costumes.” - (AHS:Coven interview, 2014) 

• “I can see a movie—say, it’s a movie with Michael Fassbender called “The Light Between Oceans”—and I can’t get this movie out of my head. The tragedy of this movie is so intense and so beautiful you can hardly stand it and you go home and think about it for days afterwards.” (The Creative Independent, 2016)

▬ TV Shows

• “I worked on the edit of my documentary about the making of In Your Dreams. And then I got pneumonia. With my pneumonia and my mother’s death I watched the entire first season of Game Of Thrones—so that was great! That certainly took my mind off everything.” Not only did the series distract the Grammy winner, but it re-ignited her creativity, inspiring her to write some G.O.T.-centric fan poems. Explains Nicks, “I’ve written a bunch of poetry about it—one for each of the characters. On Jon Snow… On Arya…. On Cersei and Jaime.” She also says that she has a talent crush on the author of the Game of Thrones book series, George R. R. Martin, who is her age, and “would love to write some music” for the show. (VanityFair, 2013)

• Among the TV shows she loves, besides American Horror Story and Million Dollar Listing, are The Good Wife, Ugly Betty, Glee, Elementary (“That guy [Jonny Lee Miller] who used to be married to Angelia Jolie, oh my God, he’s amazing. I’d marry him. In a second”), and “all of the creepy shows,” like the Law and Order franchises, Criminal Minds, NCIS, and NCIS: L.A. (Vulture, 2014)

• “Judging Amy is my favorite!” (Q&A, rockalittle.com)

Food

I ate with Stevie… You have two girls with a sweet tooth, it’s like carnage.” (Chrissie Hynde, talking about Thanksgiving with Stevie, November, 2016) 

I am always on the Weight Watchers diet. I kind of eat food that is fixed for me all over the US. I don’t really get to eat my favorite foods, like vanilla bean ice cream, gelato, cherry pie, and lemon cake, and chocolate chip cookies. I’d love to have them every day, but I don’t. I have to zip back into that long, black, seriously tight dress! (Facebook Q&A, 2014) 

“I eat one yogurt every single night right before I go to bed. It’s my, like, special time.”

Mexican is my favorite, but I don’t eat it very often. I can make a GREAT omelet!“ (Q&A, rockalittle.com) 

It’s so interesting – when my mother was pregnant with me, the only thing she could keep down was enchiladas and refried beans. As for me, whenever I’m sick, the only thing I can tolerate is Mexican food! So the fact that they actually pulled that out of the air was so great. Because if I was ever going to have a restaurant that’s what it would be." 

"Stevie really doesn’t have alot of time to cook… but if we can get her to, she makes one heck of a sandwich!! (It’s all about the sauces she makes…) (Ask Lori [Nicks], rockalittle.com) 

"I just eat the airline food, but I always get a Starbucks soy latte before boarding.” 

"Stevie is an iced tea kind of gal.” (Q&A, Cory Buckingham, 2003)

Passions 

I like antiques, I love old things. I must be very old underneath because I love beautiful old things. I love dancing. I love most of all writing songs. I love animals!“ (1977)

I absolutely still draw. I have 4 drawings out here with me right now. Drawing for me is like a tranquilizer. It puts me into another state of mind and takes me out of the Rock N’ Roll mind and puts me into that drawing I’m working on. I can just sit and draw for hours and hours. It is food for my soul. Someday I will put our my art, just as I have begun putting out my polaroids.“ (Facebook Q&A, 2014) 

Painting in my room that looks over the ocean. That is my favorite thing.“ (Q&A, rockalittle.com)

"I like to decorate! I like to go decorating shopping at furniture stores. I’m constantly changing around the rooms in my house, so that’s something I really love to do. You’ll be at my house one day, and 2 weeks later, you’ll come in and it’ll be different.” (Facebook Q&A, 2014)

“Nicks moves among the collection of colourful Art Deco lamps that stand on every surface, carefully orchestrating the ambient light. ’That’s the famous blue lamp that’s been in lots of photos; that’s a Tiffany,’ she says. ’And so is that one. I don’t know about the others.’ (Stevie Nicks: a survivor’s story, telegraph.uk, 2007) 

Hawaii, Paris, New Zeland.”  
I would have to say it is New York City. There is so much energy in the city, and so much to do there. It is a very exciting city for me.”  (Favorite destinations, Q&A, rockalittle.com)

Stevie actually goes out a lot. In every city she goes shopping and out for dinner, at the least.” (Q&A, Cory Buckingham, 2003) 

Stevie also shops a lot, and in perfect female form, jewelry shopping tops her list. She loves it when a group of people, maybe 8 or more, get together for dinner. She can sit and chat and laugh for hours on end. Literally. Although I didn’t travel with the band, and we were very rarely in the same cities, I do know that Stevie goes out a lot on days off. She loves shopping, whether it be for something she actually needs or wants, or just strolling around window shopping. She and her posse go out to dinner a lot, and also spends time writing and taking pictures. She really a lot of fun.”  (Q&A, Cory Buckingham, 2003)

“You want your journals written by hand in a book, because someday, if you have daughters — I don’t have daughters, but I have fairy goddaughters, thousands of them — all of these books are gonna go to them, and they’re gonna sit around just like we are now, and they’re gonna read them out loud, and they’re going to be able to know what my life was.” (New York Times, 2014)

And finally one of the passions I believe many of us fans share with her:

Yorkies are my favorites because they have such amazing personalities.” (Q&A, rockalittle.com)

When You Touch Me || Jungkook x Reader || 01

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slight Smut

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Abuse, Swearing, Attempted Rape, Bullying, Blood, Violence, Alcohol

Description: After losing your mother at the age of 14, you’ve had to suffer from being bullied at school and the abuse from your alcoholic father. Not knowing where to go or where to turn to, you keep your life locked up, away from where no one can judge you. Until a certain boy makes a bet with his friends.

A/N: I have been working on this for a while, I apologize I haven’t gotten around to some peoples requests yet but I’m slowly getting there. <3

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Happiness can only exist in acceptance - George Orwell


The screams of your father rang in your ears, awakening you. A long drawn sigh escaped your lips, wishing you hadn’t awoken, and that the beatings from your father were so severe that you had slipped away in your sleep. Then, you wouldn’t have to be so frightened waking up in the morning and coming home from school. It was the same routine every day. Wake up, change, sneak out through your bedroom window, school, come back home to then be yelled at, or beaten until you could barely walk.

As soundlessly as you could, you crept out of your bed and grabbed with school bag, which held your toothpaste, toothbrush, hair brush and obviously your school work. After checking twice that you had everything you needed, you quickly made your way over to your bedroom window. Unfortunately, you had knocked over a pile of books on your desk, causing you to freeze and hold your breath. Silently you prayed that your dad hadn’t heard. You almost thanks the lords, until you heard footsteps storming up the stairs.

“(Y/N)! Get you fucking ass here now!” he yelled. Without caring about how much noise you made, ran over to your window, and opened it as wide as you could. Quickly throwing your bag out of the window, you turned around at the opening of your bedroom door to reveal your extremely drunk father. His white vest top covered in stains from cigarettes and alcohol that had failed to stay in his bottle.

“What do you think you’re doing whore? Come here now, and I won’t hurt you as much,” his tone lowered into a more menacing one, causing your breaths to quicken. “I won’t ask you again. Come. Here,” he ordered through his teeth, clearly losing his patience. Panic began to rise inside you, as you saw him unbuckle his belt, ready to hit you. Taking this as your only opportunity to get away you sprinted towards the window as quickly as you could and managed to get out before your dad grabbed you.

“Once you’re home I’ll make you regret running off!” he yelled as he slammed the bedroom window shut with such a force that it caused the glass to crack. Shaking in fear, you grabbed ahold of your school bag and slowly made your way along the street, still in a state of shock.




“Hey, hey Jungkook. I bet you couldn’t get yourself into (Y/N)’s pants within a month,” Taehyung, the pitcher of the baseball team snickered as he watched you cautiously creep into the school grounds.

“Pfft, you’re on Tae. 50000 won says I can do it,” Jungkook smirked as he held his hand out to the older boy, waiting for him to grab hold of his hand.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into Tae. Jungkook’s the Golden Maknae, and can do anything,” Namjoon warned the eldest of the two boys.

“Ha! I know what I’m doing,” Taehyung smirked as he gripped Jungkook’s hand firmly, agreeing to the bet. Jungkook without a second thought, jogged over to you, smirking to himself. As he jogged ‘past’ you, he ‘accidentally’ knocked over the books in your hands.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry,” Jungkook apologized as he knelt down to help you pick up your stuff. “You’re (Y/N) right? You’re pretty quiet huh?” Jungkook shrugged, with a shy smile that was covering his sly smirk. 

“I… I guess if you want to put it like that,” you muttered under your breath. Turning on your heel you began to walk off when Jungkook stepped out in front of you.

“Do I not get a thank you?” Jungkook asked, almost offended you ignored his very rare kind gesture.

“Oh, right. Sorry. Thanks, I guess,” you sighed, brushing past him. Pouting childishly, Jungkook stalked back over to his friends, who were trying hard not to laugh.

“Aw, it appears our Kookie has lost his charm,” Hoseok, teased as he flung his arm over the boy’s shoulder.

“I haven’t lost my charm, Hyung. She just more difficult since she doesn’t like to interact with other people,” Jungkook defended himself, sticking his nose up in the air is a smug way. His Hyungs rolled their eyes as the bell rang, indicating class started.

“C’mon Kookie, let’s go see (Y/N),” Jimin laughed as he threw his arm around the maknae’s shoulder and guided him into the school, and to the first period; English.

When the three boys (including Taehyung) walked into the class, all their attention was drawn to the back of the class where you sat. Except you weren’t alone as you normally were. The two biggest whores in the school, Taeyeon and Rose towered over your cowering form, laughing loudly as they grabbed a hold of your belongings and threw them across the classroom.

Jungkook being the ‘fine gentleman’ he was sauntered up to the back of the class and firmly placed both of his hands on the two girls backsides, and giving a rough squeeze.

“Hey who the fuck do you think - Oh Jungkook, hi,” Taeyeon smirked noticing it was Jungkook who was behind her.

“Now, now ladies I don’t think it’s very nice of you to treat (Y/N) like that, don’t you?” Jungkooks voice was so calm it was unsettling.

“O-of course Jungkook,” Rose stuttered as the two girls scurried off to their own seats.

With your head still down you hadn’t noticed Jungkook had taken the seat next to you, placing his chin on his palms, elbows resting on the table. He raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t I deserve a thank you?”

His tone was laced with smugness, which for some reason set you off.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are Jeon Jungkook, but you do not deserve my thanks,” you spat, voice laced with venom. Jungkook’s eyes widened, taken a back by your sudden outburst.

“Excuse me princess, but I just helped you. Is it not clear I care about you a lot?” Lies.

You scoffed.

“Please, if you cared about me, you would be doing everything in your power to stop the bullying and harassment I’ve suffered with for years.”

“That’s because-”

“Don’t interrupt me, Jeon. I may be quiet but I’m certainly not an idiot. I’ve seen the way you and your friends laugh when I’m verbally abused. The only reason you’re wanting to interact and protect me is so you can get your tiny dick into my pants.”

Jungkook sat back in his seat, dumbfounded by your out rage. He quickly came back to his senses though.

“You certainly are smart now aren’t you huh? But we both know you’ll eventually give into me.”

“You’d be surprised, Jeon. Now do me a favour and fuck off.”

With that you stood up and left the class not caring if you skipped the subject. Quickly you headed towards the bathroom until you were grabbed, hand over you mouth and arms behind your back. You thrashed around until you had no strength left, your right shoe slipping off your foot as you were dragged into the nearest classroom.


“Oh man, Kookie she got you real good,” Taehyung laughed as he fell into Jimin who was laying on the desk crying from laughing so much.

“Tch, I never expected her to say that. And my dick isn’t tiny. It’s huge.”

“What ever you say tiny dick,” Jimin howled with laughter, while Jungkook stood up and left the class to go look for you.

“(Y/N)!” Jungkook called. He abruptly stopped when he noticed your shoe laying on the floor followed by the muffled laughs of male students in the old and not abandoned music room. Jungkook was quick to react, by pulling out his phone a dialing Taehyung’s number.

“Get the hyungs Tae, this is important. Come to the old music room,” Jungkook hung up immediately after and kicked down the doors, not caring about how loud he was. With hands in his pockets, his eyes scanned the room until they landed upon you being held down by three boys while the other one was pulling down your trousers, ready to take advantage of you. Each one of the boys looked up at Jungkook, and the ‘leader’ of the group scrunched his nose in disgust.

Upon realizing who the leader was Jungkook scoffed.

“You’re honestly back again Mark? After being suspended three times for drugs on school grounds and now this? You really are pathetic.”

“Nice to see you too Jeon. Don’t mind us, we were just finishing off some business.”

“It’s a shame you won’t finish it. Get off her. Now,” Jungkook spoke, his tones turning into a threatening one.

“Tch, we both know who would win Jeon. It’s one against four.”

“Make that seven against four,” Namjoon snarled as he walked into the room, with the others behind him.

Mark let out a sarcastic chuckle.

We’ll leave her this once Jeon, but don’t think I’m done with her yet, I always finish my business,” Mark snapped as he walked past the boys, sending death glares at them.

Silently you sat up, not daring to look at any of the boys as you sniffled and wiped away your tears. You suddenly flinched when a hoodie was gently placed around your shoulders. The soft touches being from Jimin as he sent you a saddened warm smile in an attempt to calm you down.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. We’ll make sure that they stay away from you. They’re sick bastards who constantly try to get in bed with a girl, whether she’s agreed or not,” Jimin explained as he slithered his arms under your legs and arms before carefully lifting you up and placing you down on the floor.

“T-thank you. And I mean all of you,” you muttered, looking down at the ground out of embarrassment. “However I really should be going.” Swiftly, you grabbed a hold of your shoe that was laying on the floor and ran off to your locker where you leaned against it, heart still hammering in your chest.

What the hell was that feeling? 




By the time school had ended you were exhausted from running about in the boiling hot weather, being forced to wear your hoodie and leggings in order for your bruises and scars to not be seen.

Sighing to yourself you made your way into the girls changing rooms when the doors suddenly shut on you, causing you to jump in fright.

“(Y/N),” Jungkook’s voice echoed through the room, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jeon what is it?” you asked.

“I’ve grown impatient with your resistance. I’ve tried all day and you’ve brushed me off your shoulder like I’m just. I’m not standing for it,” Jungkook growled lowly.

“Just because you can’t take no for an answer doesn’t mean you can force me to do it,” you snapped back. “Now leave me alone, I have to get home.” Making your ways passed him he suddenly grabbed hold of your upper arm, causing you to wince and his eyes to widen.

Without hesitation, he pulled your sleeves up to see dozens of bruises covering your arms. You pulled away holding onto to your wrist as if you were protecting it.

“What happened?”


to be continued…