GENRE : Pining, smut, not really fluff, not really angst. Seb’s a hot singer, just go with that!!
RATING : NSFW
SUMMARY : YOU’RE ON A DATE AND YOU KNOW THE SINGER…FAIRLY WELL, IN FACT. THINGS GET A LITTLE COMPLICATED WHEN HE SPOTS YOU IN THE AUDIENCE.
■■FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE WATCHED PURPLE RAIN, THIS STORY IS LOOSELY BASED ON ONE SCENE OF THE MOVIE. IT’S BEEN A YEAR SINCE PRINCE HAS BEEN GONE. RIP BEAUTIFUL ANGEL.■■
■■■COMMENTS WOULD BE AWESOME GUYS! THANKS FOR READING!!!!■■■
The roar of the Mustang’s engine told me that Jack was here for our date. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I stood up straight as I smoothed down the black dress with my hands and said confidently, “This is a good idea, Ally. You’re not doing anything wrong.” I picked up my gold hoops, clasping them through my earlobes as I walked to the door. If guys can date two girls at a time, I can date two guys. Seb never wanted to be exclusive anyway.
Sebastian. Singer of The Scarlett Falcon, only the most popular band in town. And the man is sex on legs. His brown hair, so soft, lays right on his shoulders, and his eyes, his blue eyes…just full of mischief when he sings to you. But I think the best thing I like about him is his lips. Those red, full, always smirking lips. And must he ALWAYS lick them? Seriously is it really that hot on stage? Of course the man has an awesome physique : he fills his jeans perfectly in every way possible, and his biceps…damn…
“Ally, hello?” Jack was knocking the second…third time? Squeezing my eyes shut I called out, “Coming Jack!” Damnit Ally. You can’t sit around pining for Seb. God knows he isn’t for you.
One more look in the mirror by the door, and another reminder that dating two guys is acceptable, I opened the door and saw Jack. Jack Jacobs, six foot one, blond hair, brown eyes, and the sweetest guy I’d ever met. In his black pants and light blue shirt he looked as handsome as ever. Leaning forward to kiss my cheek, he said, “Hey Ally, I thought you jumped ship!”
“Nah. I never pass up free food.” I giggled and rolled my eyes as he put his hand on the small of my back and led me to his car.
Jack pulled into the parking lot of Sam’s Bar and frowned as he turned off the engine. “I know you want to keep things casual right now Ally, but a *bar?*
With a small smile I said, “It’s a restaurant too.” Jack narrowed his eyes as he sighed in defeat. He helped me out of the car and put his arm around my waist. “You win. You always win little one.”
The smile froze on my face. Sebastian calls me little one. I swallowed hard, then became upset. So what? He probably calls all of his women ‘little one.’ Pffft, probably can’t remember our names.
“Do I go first? I’m a gentleman Ally. After you.” I blinked and focused my attention on Jack who was motioning his hand by the open door.
Smiling awkwardly, I looked down and back up at him. “Sorry Jack. Of course.” Again with his hand on the small of my back he followed me in. I silently cursed myself. ‘Damnit Ally!! Get a grip! You’re with Jack. Quit thinking about…well, just quit!’
I didn’t want to tell Jack, but the reason I like it here so much is because of the bartender Mackie. We went to college together and became good friends by being in the same study group for American History. Speaking of..
“Jack! Come over to the bar. I want you to meet someone before we get a table!!’ My face broke out into a huge smile as I grabbed Jack’s hand and literally pulled him. Mackie caught sight of me.
“ALLY GIRL!!” He ran to the end of the bar and headed towards me with open arms. Jack let go of me and backed up with a look of horror on his face.
Mackie scooped me up and spun me around. “MAAAACKIEEEE!!” My head fell back and I almost choked trying to catch my breath. He carefully put me down and I grabbed his arm to steady myself. “Easy on the Mack attacks damnit. We’re not in college anymore.”
Mackie wide charming smile broke out when he nudged me, “We ain’t dead yet either baby.” He looked over my head and he quickly turned apologetic. “Oh hey, sorry man, she’s still in one piece.”
I turned to see my annoyed date. Can’t say that I blame him. I reached out to grab his arm. “Jack! I’m sorry! This…obviously…is my friend Mackie. Harmless…to strangers anyway!”
Jack offered his hand. “Mackie.”
Mackie returned the handshake with a smile. “Don’t listen to her Jack. It’s nice to meet you. Let me get you two a drink.”
As he went back behind the bar, I quietly said, “I’m sorry Jack. I didn’t know he was gonna do that.”
“It’s ok Ally, really. Why don’t you go find somewhere to sit and I’ll bring our drinks.” He kissed me gently on the lips, nodded and walked to the bar.
“Did you even notice on the sign that there was gonna be a band tonight?” I asked after my second beer. The room was crowded, it was getting harder and harder to make conversation. We were sitting stage right and had a great view of whoever would be playing. I moved side to side in my chair unable to see the drumset as it looked like something was covering half of the bass drum. “Jack! Can you see the name of the band?”
He entwined his fingers with mine and smiled before he leaned to look. Squinting hard it took him a few seconds, then he said, “It looks like the top word is Scar and the bottom word starts with…” Jack looked again and said “F-A-L?”
My hand went limp in his and a chill went through me. No. It can’t be. Here? Tonight? I nodded, hoping my poker face was indeed a poker face. Leaning in to speak over the crowd, “Excuse me. I have to use the restroom.” Jack nodded as I got up.
My face was burning. Was he here? In the crowd? I couldn’t even look up. I didn’t want to. The restroom stalls were taken, but it really didn’t matter. I just needed to get away. Need to breathe.
What is wrong with me? I’m going nuts over a guy I’ve been out with only a few times. Why do I care so much? Down past the sinks was a paper towel dispenser. I groaned as I walked to take a few and turned on the spigot for cold water. Patting my face with the damp towels, I slouched backwards onto the sink. ‘You’re being a moron. Jack is gorgeous and sweet. And he likes you!’ I swung around, satisfied with my reasoning, and after checking my hair and makeup in the mirror, went back to the table.
Jack stood up when I came back. “Your mom taught you how to treat a girl, didn’t she Jack?” I gave him a broad smile as I sat down.
He blushed and rubbed his chin, adorably embarrassed. “Well, not really. It’s common sense I believe that women should be adored, treated with respect, ya know. But still, my mother would kick my butt if I ever acted like a caveman.” His smile made his brown eyes shine.
“Remind me to hug your mom if I ever meet her.” I smiled shyly as he picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles.
“YOU GUYS READY TO ROCK?!!” Sebastian’s voice boomed through the amplifiers drowning out the crowd. Everyone’s attention went to the stage and they started cheering. Holy…shit!! Sebastian looked amazing! Tight black jeans with holes in the knees, a tee shirt that said something with rock n roll on it. I couldn’t see the entire thing because of the black leather jacket. Was he this good looking before? It has the leather jacket. My lord, that jacket just oozes sex.
Nothing else had changed. Of course it’s only been 3 months since I’ve seen him. Ninety days. One hundred twenty nine thousand and six hundred minutes. Jesus Ally. I facepalmed on the table. Nope. I don’t give a flyin fuck about him do I? Yeah, you keep telling yourself that stupid, you MIGHT believe it someday!
“ALLY!!” Jack leaned over and shook my arm, and I looked up out of sorts but smiling awkwardly.
“YO!” Holy Christ Ally, did you just say ‘yo?’
Jack flared his nostrils as he moved his head back with a comical look on his face. Holding up his beer bottle, he mouthed, “Another?”
I nodded. Another six pack? Another case? Sure. Please. NOW!! I watched him go thinking ‘why did I think I could date two guys at one time?’ ‘Am I still even dating Sebastian?’ ‘Jack and I should just get outta here.’ But I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. My eyes wandered to Sebastian. Grabbing that microphone stand and almost rubbing it against his crotch. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. Where.is.my.beer???!!!
And then I opened my eyes to look directly into those blue ones. He never faltered singing, but his usual devious, teasing eyes turned soft. Fuck…me! I was done. He drew me in.
“Here ya go.” The bottle was placed in front of me and I stared it like I had no idea what it was. Looking up at Jack as he sat down, I was glad he didn’t notice. He took my hand and squeezed it. “THIS BAND IS REALLY GOOD!” Tapping his other hand to the beat, he turned around to watch and I noticed Sebastian wasn’t looking anymore. Well, that was good…for at least a few seconds.
“THIS NEXT SONG IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES. AND IT’S NOT AN ORIGINAL OF OURS.” There were chuckles from the audience, and I bit my lip to try to hold back a smile. IT’S A COVER SONG FROM PRINCE CALLED “I WANT YOU.” AND I’D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS SONG TO A GIRL…A SPECIAL GIRL CLOSE TO MY HEART.“ I furrowed my brows. Is he seriously looking at me? No smirk…just a sincere, heartfelt look? OK Ally, wishful thinking.
As soon as the song started I felt like I was in the fuckin movie of all things. Of course Prince was way more passionate about Apollonia then Seb with me, but I was getting goosebumps nonetheless. Seb sang to the audience, his face was so full of anger. “DO YOU WANT HIM?!!”
“OR DO YOU WANT ME?!!”
My eyes were wet, I was shivering from the blaze in his eyes when he glared at me…
“CAUSE I WANT YOU!!!” Yep, he pointed right at me, sneering. “I WANT YOU!!!” I couldn’t take it. I got up and tried my best to get to the door as fast as I could between the tables and people, and pretty unsteady at that after three beers.
“ALLY! WAIT!! ALLYYYY!!!” I had made it outside and it was as if it was the first time I could actually breathe since I saw Sebastian’s face. I wanted to throw up but I wouldn’t give Sebastian the satisfaction of seeing that. He grabbed my arm.
“LET ME…” It was Jack. I was ashamed to admit that I was disappointed. But of course Sebastian wouldn’t come out here. Pffft, that song was probably a joke. Yeah, make me choose you and then turn around and laugh in my face, just so he could see me dump a guy for his sorry ass.
“AAAAHHHHHH!!!” I let out a scream, leaned against the wall and cried in my hands.
“Ally, what is it? Please, what can I do?” Jack pulled my hands down and swiped the tears from my face.
I shook my head and smiled softly. “Nothing Jack. I’m sorry. Can you just get Mackie for me please.” I cupped Jack’s face. “This has nothing to do with you.” Liar. “I just…
“Ally.” Jack took me in his arms. “It’s ok. Do you want me to stay? Or I could call you tomorrow?”
I pulled out of his arms and looked at him quizzically. “You want to leave?”
Jack was very kind and softhearted when he looked at me. “Ally, I saw what happened in there. I’m almost positive that everyone in that bar knows that song was regarding you.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ll get Mackie and you and Mr. Rock Star figure out what you two are doing with your lives, hmm?”
I stood shocked. OK, recap: Sebastian ruins my life with that song, Jack and I aren’t dating anymore, and I suppose I have to face Sebastian now. “Why couldn’t I just let him take me to a restaurant?”
Mackie came strutting out the door. “I don’t know, why couldn’t you?” He shook his head at me and smirked as he put his hand up on the wall leaning beside me. “Girl, you sure know how to make a scene.”
I slid over and hugged him. “Damnit Mack. I hate you.”
“No, you love me because I’m the only guy who puts up with your shit. Now what the hell is going on Al?”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bench nearby and took a deep breath. “Did you know Seb and I went out a few times?”
Mackie’s eyes widened. “Uh…noooo.”
“Apparently you weren’t watching him sing the last song. Well anyway…”
The door flung open and Sebastian ran out like a wild animal looking both ways, then saw me. I sighed in frustration, burying my head in my hands. “You want me to stay Al?”
I peered at Mackie. “No. I got this.”
He stood up, sizing Sebastian up as he walked past him and grunted. I shook my head and smiled. Men! Sebastian had taken his jacket off and I inwardly whimpered. Jesus, he’s been working out. Those arms look awesome. “What.” He slowly approached me, no smirk, no attitude, just…concern?
“I don’t really know what to say ri…”
“Are you KIDDING me?! Do you want a microphone and an audience? That would work huh?” I wasn’t holding back. He’s gonna take his anger out on me in there, well…it was my turn.
“Ally, why are you so angry at ME? I’m the one that’s been trying to get over you for months!”
I stood up and approached him. “EXCUSE ME?!! I GAVE YOU MY NUMBER.” Sebastian looked at me like he was about to be attacked by a bear. “We weren’t exclusive, sure, but what are you talking about? I gave you my number and you never called. Anyway, don’t you have enough groupies to go out with?”
His face relaxed and that damn smirk appeared. “Well, you have Mr. Tall, Blonde and Preppy. So why are YOU angry at ME?”
Because I’m crazy about you. Because you didn’t call. Because I wanna fuck you against this wall and I’m trying to hate you. “You know what Seb. It doesn’t really matter. We went out what…twice?” I shrugged. “No biggie. You apparently didn’t think much of me because you never called, so…see ya around.” I pushed past him, but he spun me around and his lips crashed on mine, a low moan coming from deep within his throat. I tried to fight it, but who was I kidding. His tongue slid through my lips, controlling me, leaving me weak.
“Now listen Ally! You and I went to dinner at Charlie’s Bistro, remember?” Our noses were almost touching, his eyes desperate.
I think about it every day jerk. “Vaguely.”
“After dinner, we went to my brother’s house and walked down to the lake where I played guitar and sang to you.” He nodded slowly. My eyes were welling up. It was beautiful. Frickin romantic and beautiful.
My chin trembled. I couldn’t look him in the eyes when I whispered yes.
“I asked for your number in between songs, but my phone was at the house and I wanted to get it then so I wouldn’t forget it later, but you wanted to stay. You said…”
“Keep playin rock star. I’ll remember.” I was in a daze. My shoulders slumped. He was right. He DIDN’T have my number. I slowly looked up and met his gaze. His beautiful blue eyes. Those smiling lips. I cupped his jaw running my thumb over his bottom lip. “Three months wasted.” I pulled him in close by the nape of his neck and kissed him slowly. People walked out of the bar some catcalling, but we didn’t care. We had three months to make up for.
The 6 year old, arms crossed, eyes wrathful: *Unintelligible squeaky tearfulness*
Me: “Honey, take a deep breath. I can’t understand you; you’re going to need to calm down a little to tell me what’s wrong.”
6 y.o.: “What it is, is I’ve never had one good time in my life!!11!”
Me, collapsing onto his legs, wheezing with laughter: “Honey, that is such errant bullshit”
And then I bit his elbow and he laughed and then he tried to go back to sulking but my children have the redeeming quality of self-awareness, so he knew it was ridiculous and laughed some more.
For reference’s sake, he was mad because we told him it was unkind to constantly destroy his sister’s Minecraft village and that if he wanted to destroy things he should build them first. Radical, I know.
“Never had one good time in my life” I’m still dying.
Prompt: “My special request for my pizza was to send their cutest delivery boy and you came in with an embarrassed look and you told me that you were the only working and I blurted out that they didn’t get my request wrong.”
“Just one big pepperoni and we’re good,” your best friend said as she put some money on your desk. You nodded as you began to look through different variations of pizza on the online pizza delivery website, Stark’s Pizza Shop.
Y/F/N looked at her phone momentarily before setting it on your desk. She grabs a towel that she left on the couch. “Gotta take a quick shower. Don’t eat up the whole box without me or I swear I will murder you on the spot.” she threatened before running to your bathroom. You dismissed her threat with a small hum.
You clicked on the classic pepperoni (NO PINEAPPLES!) and before you could confirm your order, your eyes darted over to the special request bar, daring you to type on it. You bit the inside of your cheek as you pointlessly typed in the words in your head on the bar. No hesitation was seen or heard of when you confirmed your order, along with the special request.
u: i've been out all day and unable to inform myself, also u: replies to 20 asks on tumblr. if u were able to use tumblr u were just as able to open fucking twitter. you're digging yourself deeper with ur shitty excuses. it would have been fine if u just said "a friend told me a situation and then i got conflicting messages about it sorry" but people are literally sending u asks telling u what happened and you're just going, idk u need to inform me! if u don't know or care than just shut up
I haven’t been able to inform myself about stupid twitter drama because i’ve been busy responding to those 20 asks and dealing with people personally attacking me and my friend. Like, literally attacking us that kinda took priority in my mind
I got several messages just going “Leanne did nothing wrong! It’s all sqers fault! she had a right to defend herself!” which didn’t explain the situation, then I got an anon actually explaining the situation in a calm manner and I thanked them but informed them I’m still getting conflicting information because I’ve been told by multiple people she twisted Lana’s words.
The reason I asked people to inform me was because they were so passionate about how I didn’t know whats happening and how I was in the wrong that I figured they would have more information than just going “sqers are mean and leanne is right” because that doesn’t explain the situation considering the conflicting reports of what happened.
i dont care about this drama, everyone else decided that I have to care by sending me message after message about it
In terms of flow, style, lyrics, and wordplay, who do you think is the best in YG. I would ask rank them all by order, but I know jennie, cl, and lisa dont really write their own parts. So would it be okay for you to rank all of the rappers in YG who does write and compose their own stuff?
I think Jennie does write some of her parts? I thought I was told that but I could be wrong. I’ll leave out Seunghoon too since he’s kinda designated…Are you talking about idols or like ALL?
Tablo. Not explanation needed
Mirthra. Same as above.
Mino. He’s the top rapper out of the idols. This guy is just way too good.
B.I. I think him and Bobby are really close in skill but to be honest, it’s quite obvious (to me) that B.I. is the more technically skilled. I think he has Bobby beat in at least 3 out of 4 of the mentioned criteria.
Bobby he’s goos too but most of what people think makes him a good rapper is his performance skill rather than his actual rapping. His performance skills aren’t part of the criteria here (and they really shouldn’t be because when listening to an album you really can’t see their performance). His style is probably greater than or equal to B.I.’s though. He’s still a really talented rapper BTW. It’s just to m the other rappers in this ranking have him beat
GD is actually a better rapper than he gets credit for.
Top. I never really saw the hype to be honest. I think it’s kinda an “informed ability” amongst VIP that TOP is such a great rapper but I’ve never really saw the greatness. I mean he’s alrightt but great? Hmmm…I don’t know about that. “Doom Dada” is my shit though so bonus points for that I guess.
If Jennie writes her own stuff I would rank her here. I think she’s the best female rapper in YG in all of history. Like maybe even above Lexy tbh but it’s been a while since I listened to Lexy so I’ll try not to get carried away and say something definite but stupid. I’m really high on Jennie Isee lots of potential in her and if she’s no writing or producing or anything then they need to get her on that. I wrote a post about this before but G needs to start giving his female members more music “tools” so to speak. WINNER and iKon (especially the rappers) have been given the reigns since day 1 so why not the girls?
Also, even if it is ultimately his choice, you can still, internally, agree or disagree with him, and you totally avoided that question.
That question wasn’t what I took away from what you sent me.
But of course we can agree/disagree with him. I’m still hanging on to the idea that he might be saved anyway, personally. As far as ‘morally right?’ It’s his call. His choice to make. And he made it.
I probably would have told peeps anyway, was I Frisk. Or kept looking for ways to save him, regardless of his own wishes. But, right? Wrong?
Is it more important to respect what he wants? Or to certainly hurt others in pursuit of an answer that would make others happy if true, but probably doesn’t exist? Can you answer that question? You can’t. It’s too subjective and murky.
In a way, by talking like he did, Asriel released Frisk from the obligation to save him to do the ‘right thing.’ If Frisk goes off and tries to save Asriel anyway, it’s … It’s because Frisk wants to. I wouldn’t damn them either way.
You know that there is such a thing as white latinxs right? I mean I'm not saying you're one since you say one of your parents has dark skin but as a black Latina I can't agree that being latinx automatically makes someone a poc.. Latinx is an ethnicity and while we face xenophobia regardless of color not all of us face racism
i absolutely agree! i did mention i acknowledge my own privilege in being white-passing. i think copying and pasting that article might have given you the wrong impression, sorry about that, (context wouldn’t have made sense without the words, unfortunately) i never meant for you to assume “POC” applied directly to me, but again, both of my parents are mexican (in case that wasn’t clear enough), my mother is dark-skinned, and i just do not like being told by people – especially strangers on the internet – that my culture and my ethnicity is not valid because of the color of my skin.
i do invite you to read this article, though, as it does a much better job of explaining than i can. and though i can’t exactly agree with all of it, it’s a start, especially for white people trying to dictate my ethnicity. i have often been told by white people that i should just “pretend to be white”, completely erasing my parents’ and family’s struggles with racism (theirs, not mine) and prejudice because they’d find that “easier” for me. i never once mentioned on my blog that i experience racism, though, so i know you’re coming from a good place, but i think you’ve misinterpreted everything i said, hah.
but like i said, culturally, i am not white, which is what people associate immediately with the word. i am a light-skinned hispanic/latina, and i don’t deny it, and i don’t deny my privilege or the struggles of the people who are not white-passing like i am.
I actually was trying to help you so you can fix it and not receive mean crap because of the mistake. No need to get rude because I actually am someone who has sent you super sweet messages about your blog and the gifs in the past.
when someone says “you’re welcome” in advance before being told “thank you”, that is called being condescending, which you were. and i don’t appreciate you trying to guilt me into thinking i was the one who wronged you.
ok homie you've been getting a bunch of shit tonight and I just wanted to let you know that you are one of the most woke cs'ers and I wish that there were more peeps like you and @killianjones. you both are open minded and we need more of that in this fandom. so don't change one thing about your blog, just keep doing you and forget these haters :)
This is so sweet I appreciate it so much and I’m sure Audrey does as well. I just wanted to be nice and accepting towards everyone, if I was doing something wrong I wish someone told me respectfully so I could change.
To my fake friends, thank you for showing me the value in understanding people for what they are. Thank you for taking all of my good qualities and turning them into something negative to fit your narrative. Whereas a real friend would see my effort not to judge others and allow others second chances as beautiful, you saw me as easy to manipulate and easy to control. Where a real friend saw my habit of ensuring our relationship is okay by asking honestly, “Are we okay?” when I sensed any sort of discomfort as honest and looking for a way to amend things if they were wrong, you saw it as a sign of weakness and instead, never told me until things came to a resentful head. Where the best of my friends would look at my habit of apologising and immediately trying to make amends as the quality of a kind and genuine person, you deliberately saw it as something to exploit by making me feel worse and worse every single day by never telling me what was wrong but bitching behind my back.
Initially you must have surprised me.
Your kindness, or your (false) giving nature, something about you must have truly made me think the world of you. You see, I’m the kind of person who will love you genuinely or not love you at all. I don’t play games of in-betweens and I certainly don’t pretend to be friends with someone if they are not someone I care about. The truth is, without you, I would not know who my real friends are, nor how to value them. I would not have learned that some people thrive on being unkind. I would not know how to handle those who look for reasons to dislike me, rather than the other way around. I never understood insecurity for what it was. Because I am a highly self critical person and tend to focus on what I have done wrong rather than anyone else.
Without you, I could not have learned how to look outside and understand that other people are flawed too.
I would not know how to stop being so hard on myself. I would not grow from being a people pleaser to choosing the people I love carefully and with consideration. You taught me how to appreciate that I am a person worthy of love, and forgiveness and kindness, by treating me the opposite way. You taught me strength by showing me that when I was in my greatest pain, the person I needed to rely on most was myself because you were only going to be unkind and orchestrate more pain in my life.
Thank you for that. Thank you for every lesson you have taught me. Because I could not be prouder of who I am today, and it is you that I have to thank for that
hey um. consider a stevens university au where the gems actually react realistically to steven bubbling bismuth:
pearl shrieks “you did WHAT?” and slaps a hand over her mouth, looking horrified
garnet clenches her fists and has to take a deep breath
she kneels down and holds steven’s shoulders and says “i know you were scared, and i’m sorry that we put you in that situation. sometimes we forget that you’re a child and there’s still so much we haven’t told you about the war. steven, bismuth wasn’t wrong to want to shatter the diamonds. the diamonds aren’t like you or me. what they’ve done… they deserve to be shattered. now, let’s unbubble bismuth, and then we can talk, okay?”
then they unbubble bismuth
she’s confused and angry; she didn’t think she’d come back so soon after the last time. there are tears in her eyes.
garnet and pearl wrap her in a hug as soon as she comes out
steven apologizes to her for poofing her and bismuth says “it’s okay, steven. i know now that you’re not rose quartz. my anger at her shouldn’t stop us from being friends.” steven holds out a hand to shake hers and she pulls him into a hug instead.
then they sit down on the floor and the gems tell steven about the war and about rose shattering pink diamond.
bismuth stays a member of the crystal gems and steven has the chance to learn more about his and his mother’s history!
(bonus: amethyst is feeling left out by all of this and when they sit down, she goes to sit on the couch instead, but bismuth grabs her hand and says “where are you going, girl? you’re a crystal gem too! come sit down next to me.”)
are you happy? this is duo interview’s last question.
jonghyun: i’m going to be happy. (*) for the past six months, i’ve thought about this the most. about happiness. my disposition in and of itself tends to torment me. for people like me, it isn’t easy to be happy. though on the other hand, it is possible to grow.
so, now, you want to grow but also be happy, too.
jonghyun: a few years ago, i was crying and whining at my mom and my sister. when i was really drunk. i asked my mom and sister …, it wasn’t long after we’d moved. i asked them if they were happy. after i’d been drinking, i woke up my entire family who’d already gone to bed, like some ahjussi. it had been my number one goal in life, you know, to make my mom and sister happy. they both woke up and told me they were happy. but i was so jealous at the fact that they were able to reply that they were, indeed, happy. because it wasn’t like that for me. i told them while sobbing, i want to be happy too. then i felt like i’d done my mom and sister wrong. but ever since then, i started contemplating about happiness. for about six months, i pondered specifically over what i would need to do in order to become happy. i think that time of transformation has come. i think i need to become happy, now. i must become happy. i am going to be happy. (*)
[translator’s note: the full nuance of “행복하려고요” is a little hard to translate directly. it’s kind of like saying “i am going to try to be happy”, like he’s telling himself he will be happy no matter what, and he will do all he can to ensure his happiness from now on.
Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U
This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol
Requests are closed. xx
Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff
Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader
Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.
“Hey babe.” He smiled.
I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”
“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly.
That type of leader that doesn’t take shit from anyone, except his members because he can’t fight them all at once.
Gets to know and observes people for a long time before recruiting them
He’s very stressed lately as they are a relatively new gang and there are a lot of fights going on with others for territories.
He met you in one these fights when you tried to make a distraction for your gang. You were about to go upstairs to the roof when you bumped into him
“Who the hell are you?” he asked immediately taking his gun out and pointing it at you.
“The same goes for you. You’re not from my gang so I’m here to kill you.”
“Oh really.” he asked smacking the gun from your hand and getting your hands behind your back. “You chose the wrong member. You see I’m the boss and now I can use you as a hostage.”
Looks like an angel and he actually is but in reality he’s the one you should be afraid of the most.
Nobody has seen him kill anybody because his methods are too cruel to do them in public.
Apparently has some beef with EXO’s Sehun. No one dares ask him but it has something to do with Sehun mistaking him for somebody.
By accident you got involved in a weapon dealing incident with him and he has been planing on killing you ever since. You were good at hiding your tracks but he saw you one day in the city and decided to get rid of you just there in the street but then realized that this fight would probably end up in a blood bath so instead he approached you in secret.
“You have to keep quite and come with me, if you don’t want to die here.” he said pressing his gun to your back.
Nobody knows why he’s in the gang as he was never invited.
first noticed Jisoo he thought he’s a spy or something (as he appeared out of nowhere) and was about to kill him when he promised that he’s good at at least something
And he was, to everyone’s surprise Jisoo’s aim and accuracy is the best out of all of them that’s why he prefers snipers.
He was told to get rid of you silently but you noticed him at the last second and he missed the shot causing a massive panic in the street. You used this opportunity to escape which made Jisoo even more angry. He hasn’t missed a shot in a long time and was determined to get you for that. But whenever he thought he got you cornered he somehow managed to miss and after a while he started to enjoy this little game of yours and soon realized that he doesn’t even want to kill you anymore.
Pro at hand to hand combat.
Trains all the members and teaches them different fighting techniques just in case.
His training routine is no joke and everyone is practically dead after it.
He met you before he joined the gang. You were jogging at the same park every morning. As it was really early and not a lot of people were out it became like a habit for him to greet you before he ran past. Eventually he wanted to engage in not only small talk and find out more about you and he started slowing down every single day till he was running at the same pace as you.
“Finally decided to slow down?” you asked.
“Only for you.” he winked.
Experimented a lot and finally came up with his own method to make drugs.
They were incredibly popular and so he quickly went up the ranks and now whenever there is deal going on it has to go through him first.
His first idea was to make poison but he somehow made drugs so nowadays he likes mixing different ingredients to try to create a new deadly weapon.
You had the audacity to attempt to take his throne as the king of drug dealing. You were stubborn and despite a lot of orders to report what you’re doing, you made your way around and stole half of his clients. He had enough and thought that the easiest way to fix this problem would be to get rid of you. But he had no idea you thought the same thing and somehow got his whole warehouse blown up. He caught you outside.
“You little shit, now you will have to take responsibility and I’m not letting you go any time soon.”
Likes money. A lot. And doesn’t like sharing. At all.
Easiest way for him to get rich was cards that’s why he started gambling at a really young age and now is a pro at it and is amazing at bluffing.
Enjoys tricking his own gang members and actually gets the most money out of them.
Played poker with him once. He lost. Now he wants his money back but you keep denying his challenge. He usually shows up at the most random places just to ask you. You got into your car and almost spilled your coffee when you noticed him sitting in the back seat.
“Wonwoo what the fuck?”
“Come on Y/N, let’s play.”
“Can you get over that already? Get the hell out of my car.”
“I guess I have to take some more drastic measures.” he said taking his gun out. “We’re going to my place.”
Can smuggle anything in and out starting from stolen cars and ending with guns.
Doesn’t stay in the city for too long as he always has deals all around the country.
But when he comes back everyone is extremely happy to see him as he’s mostly chill and just being near him calms the others down.
He met you when he was away on a trip. You asked him for help when your car broke down and he fell in love at first sight. He stayed in the city for more than two months just to keep seeing you and you eventually became good friends when Seungcheol was done with him ignoring his orders and went to get him back himself. Well Mingyu obviously didn’t want to leave you but you didn’t want to go to another city either so he decided to be blunt.
“Y/N I don’t know how you feel about me but love you so I’m sorry but you have only two choices, you either go with me on your own free will or I take you by force.”
Somehow the ones who look the most innocent are the most dangerous in this gang. The same goes for Woozi. But he only uses violence when it’s necessary.
His specialty - torture. Favourite methods - teeth and fingernails pulling.
He charms his targets with his cute appearance and then gets every last bit of information they can muster.
You were unfortunate enough to be his target. You were screaming in pain for at least and hour, swearing that you don’t know anything when
came in and told him that they got the wrong person. He set his tools aside and stood in silence for a few minutes.
“Fuck!” he shouted shoving everything from the table. You just watched in horror not knowing what’s going to happen next. He turned around and untied you. He was ashamed of himself and couldn’t look you in the eyes.
“At least let me treat you your wounds.”
Is responsible for looking after the gang territories and making sure they don’t get taken over.
Usually doesn’t think twice when someone trespasses and just shoots them on the spot.
But still has incredibly good and friendly relationships with the residence of the areas he’s taking care of.
Trying to bypass through his territories was a big mistake. He noticed you’re not a local and decided to find out what you’re doing here.
“Hey you!” he called you over but you just looked at him and started running.
“What the heck?!” he thought as he started chasing you. You didn’t know the streets well and ended up in a dead end.
“I got you cornered. Now you’re going to tell me what you’re doing here or I will have to use violence.”
He’s great at annoying and pissing everybody off easily but it’s hard to catch him as he’s incredibly fast.
That’s why they send him when their is a need to infiltrate, spy or track anybody.
That doesn’t always work out as he likes to make either a grand entrance or exit and by doing that he attracts the attention of anybody nearby.
He was following you to get some information when he lost you. Suddenly he felt a knife press into his back.
“Why are you after me? Who hired you?”
He tried to take you by surprise by turning around and taking the knife out of your hands but he lost his balance and fell on top of you.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked.
“Well this is quite the unfortunate situation you got yourself in.” he smirked. “If you promise not to make a scene our meeting won’t take long.”
*Jun shows up out of nowhere*
One of the first members who joined and everybody is thankful for that every single day because they wouldn’t have got where they are without him.
The missions he plans have a 99% chance of success.
Failure is not an option for him so he makes detailed strategies for all type of possible scenarios.
What a surprise You showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time and ruined all his perfect planing. The members haven’t seen him this pissed in a long time when he grabbed you and almost dragged you to one of the rooms. He roughly pushed you inside and you almost tripped on your own legs but his gentleman side couldn’t let a lady fall in front of him even when he was angry so he caught you midair and watched how confused you became by the second.
“Sit.” he said pulling you up and pointing you to the chair. “We have to talk.”
Knows anything and everything and the others should learn from him how to get verified information as fast as he gets.
Good with electronics that’s why he never goes anywhere without his trusted computer.
Despite some members protests he tends to sell the rarest info for big amounts of money to the other gangs.
He find out about you when he wanted to sell some info but the gang told him they already have what they need. Surprised that somebody besides him found it, he was determined to track you down. He was even more shocked when he saw that you’re a woman as there was not a lot of them in the industry.
“What? You think only men can do this type of work?”
“No but I find the women who do incredibly sexy.”
Despite being the youngest he knew about the mafia world the most.
His father had a gang and was killed during a deal so he asked
for help to someday avenge him.
Takes all advice given to him very seriously and tries his best to help.
Some trusted former members of his father gang were asked to take care of him so that’s why you followed him and also joined this gang. He found this annoying as he wanted to escape his past and always treated you harshly but when he noticed that you’re not around anymore he got kind of sad. But to his delight you came back after a few weeks after taking care of business.
“Missed me?” You smirked.
“Please don’t ever do that again.” he said, giving you a surprise hug.
A/N: I wonder if I should make a masterlist but I’m so lazyyy… Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄
“Can I talk to you?” You asked Jimin calmly as you entered the exquisite dining room, he was sat at the head of the large table, every man in the manor house surrounding him as he briefed them with the upcoming plan of action.
“Sure.” Your brother smiled, sliding his chair back with his legs as he stood up, his warning gaze flitting between Jungkook and Taehyung, who sat either side of him eyeing you curiously. “Minho you can take it from here.”
Today was the day Jimin planned to kill Hoseok, if anything you should’ve been proud of your brother for being so brazen and bold, but you couldn’t shake away the bad feeling captivating your body. Heading up the stairs to Jimin’s office you quickly and quietly made you way inside and sat down, Jimin in tow. He sat across from you, his once shiny silver hair now beginning to darken into his natural brown/black colour, his bangs lightly grazing the contours of his hooded, dark chocolate eyes.
“What’s this about? Did somebody hurt you?” He asked, brows knitted together curiously as his gaze settled upon your worried expression and the fact you were fidgeting with your sleeves.
“No, it’s just-“ Even though you promised Sung you wouldn’t say anything, you had to confront him, you had to make sure he was 100% certain he knew what he was doing, and after what happened to Jin you knew better than anybody that Hoseok was a dangerous, psychotic man. “I know about the attack… And I just want to make sure that you know what you’re doing…”
Since we apparantly still live in the 1950′s sexism seems to still be a gigantic issue in video games. One problem I have with this is the people who speak up about it like it can just be ignored and blocked, that’s why that exists. But when you get told that literally every single game, something has to be wrong.
I don’t understand how people can categorize it as trolling or just being toxic, because it is legit harassment towards someone based on gender and that shit seems to be more acceptable than toxic people.
I had a game where these guys were going against each other, insulting each others playstyle and they threw their arguments aside just to fully focus their attack on me and being a girl.
It’s pathetic and sad having to block people on twitter because they say stuff like “please no feminism” and “wow this overreaction”
It’s just so sad to see, I literally have no words. I have no issues dealing with these people, I would move on and do whatever the fuck I was doing but knowing that girls everywhere suffer thanks to this behaviour, it literally makes me so uncomfortable and that this seems to never get punished- it’s… so disgusting. Nobody speaks up because exactly these reactions come back.
“are you sure you weren’t just playing bad?” buddy this guy was a tracer only main who said he couldn’t tank so he went torb instead and died in under 2 seconds, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the issue.
fucking cut my fingers off and wake me up when this shit is over and girls don’t have to be scared in video games anymore or don’t have to be scared to speak up.
Request: A first time where he sneaks into your window late at night to meet you kinda thing (like maybe she calls him crying or has a nightmare)
A/N: Thank you for requesting! This was such a cute idea and I had fun writing it. Feel free to send in more :)
gif credit to owner
Eleven turns into midnight, then it’s one, and when you look at your phone again it’s four o’clock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows.
You were exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something you’ve dealt with since you were younger. Some nights were easier than others. Not tonight. So here you were, sitting on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest, in the dark. Just three more hours and it’ll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and he’s told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didn’t. Why make him suffer, too?
When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alex’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. You feel like a zombie as you walk down the hallway to your locker. You ignore the stares you get from your fellow students. You’re sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac.
“There’s my girl,” you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. It’s Jeff. “I waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?”
Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if he’ll find something physically wrong. “You’re pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-” you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, he’s so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.
“I just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all,” you tell him removing your hand. “I’m okay.”
“Is it your insomnia?”
You’re taken back by his question. How did he… “How do you know about that?” You ask, brow raised.
He shrugs. “Alex told me.”
“I’m going to kick his ass,” you mutter with a yawn.
“I want to know these things about you,” Jeff says while taking your hand in his. “You’re my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.”
You smile and wrap your arms around his neck while on your tiptoes, pulling his lips down to yours.
Later that night it happens again. You lay there this time, staring at the ceiling as frustrated tears poured down your face.
There’s a tapping at your bedroom window, and for a second you think that you might be hearing things from the lack of sleep, but then you hear your name too. Confused, you roll out of bed and quietly make your way over to window. A gasp leaves your lips when you push the curtain aside and look down.
You quickly unlock the window and push it open. “Jeff,” you whisper shout. You don’t want to wake up your dad. “What are you doing here?”
“Can I come up?” He shout whispers back.
You nod and watch as uses the tree to climb up to your window. You never realized how easy it would be for someone to get to your window with that tree. How convenient. After climbing in he closes the window and locks it. Then turns to you.
“Baby,” he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”
You sniffle. “I still can’t sleep.”
“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and walks over to your bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes then pulls his black sweater over his head. Now, you’ve seen him shirtless before but never up close. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then he’s sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. “Let me hold you.”
He lays down first, arms open and inviting. You crawl in next to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck he began to pepper light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He moves up and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your just as breathless.
“Thank you,” you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.
“Anytime you can’t sleep, call me,” he responds softly. “I’ll come hold you.”
You nod and lay your head on his chest. He begins playing with your hair, and soon you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second.
You end up falling asleep on his chest that night. Never tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night.
As you fell asleep you told him you loved him. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.
You don’t see Jeff’s reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days.