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levi-lover · 3 years

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Twinnie!!!! Is Thirsty Thursday still on??!! 🤭

Imagine a scenario where you caught levi looking at another girl and you get so jealous, you decide to teach him a lesson to only have eyes on you 😘

Surprise

levi x fem! reader

W/C: 2112

T/W: NSFW, 18+, Alcohol, Blow Job, Public Sex, Praise

A/N: Haha this is from like a month ago but better late than never lol but for reals twinnie, you have big brain with your ideas and i’m so thankful you share your beautiful thots about levi 🥵😈

The overhead lights delicately lit your group’s table. Everyone was laughing and sippin go their drinks. The mood was light and airy, the perfect way to end a stressful week. Your thigh was pressed against Levi’s, his hand was placed on your knee, he occasionally rubbed small circles with his thumb. You were deep in conversation with Hange when out of the corner of your eye, you saw Levi turn his head and his gaze followed a girl with a low-cut top. He followed her with his eyes and nodded along to what Erwin and Mike were saying.

Your face heated up and your jaw locked. Hange noticed the change in your demeanor and asked, “hey, what’s wrong?’

You forced a smile and looked at them. “Nothing. Uh, tell me more about your project?”

Hange chugged their drink and continued speaking. You tried to listen but anger and jealousy were burning a whole in your stomach, the heat was lodged deep in your stomach. You pushed Levi’s hand away from your thigh and he frowned but didn’t say anything.

Erwin bought another round for the table and the girl walked near your table again; this time she gave a little smirk to Levi. Your nostrils flared and bit your tongue to stop yourself from shouting at the girl and throwing your drink at her. There was no denying she was hot, a low cut top exposing her cleavage and long shiny hair bouncing around her shoulders. She was playing her cards and trying to catch his attention but you had a trick up your sleeve.

You pulled out your phone and clicked on Levi’s name.

You: Bathroom in 5

Levi looked at you confused but nodded. You got up from the booth and walked to the bathroom. With each step, your heels tapped loudly against the hardwood floor of the bar. The alcohol blurred your version, making everything hazy but you knew where you were going and what you were doing. When you entered the bathroom you went to the furthest stall and waited.

Immediately, the door opened and you heard those familiar footsteps. Levi made his way to the stall and softly knocked, scared of what he’d find. He opened the door and smiled at you.

“What’s so funny, Levi?” you whispered darkely.

“Nothing at all, my love,” he mocked, “what’s so important that we have to meet in the bathroom like two horny teenagers?”

“Please don’t give me that attitude,” you spat at him. Confidence grew in your tummy alongside jealousy, they fought for your attention but you could only focus on Levi. The stall was so small and he was so close, an urge to mark him bloomed in you. You needed everything to know who he belonged too and Levi needed to be put in his place.

Levi smirked at you, his mouth in a thin line. There was a twinkle in his eyes, he wasn’t one for quickies or public sex but there was something about the way you were looking at him that was driving him mad. He needed to have your hands touching him, wrapped around his neck and cock.

As if you read his mind, you reached for his collar and pulled him to you. You kissed him harshly, desperate for him. You tongue entered his mouth and Levi quickly submitted to you and allowed your tongue to lap against his. His hands reached for your hips to press his body closer to him.

You threw his hands off your body and pushed him against the wall. The palm of your hand reached for his bulge and you began pressing down on him, feeling his cock harden under his pants. You nibbled on his ear and dragged your tongue across the soft skin. “You like checking out pretty girls, huh?” you asked him.

Levi closed his eyes and groaned, a little louder than expected. You placed your hand over his mouth and whispered harshly, “you want everyone to hear us?” you chucked, “should we invite the pretty girl to watch me suck your cock? Actually, that would be nice.”

He gritted his teeth and watched as your hand unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Your fingers traced along the imprint in his boxers; he twitched under the fabric but you continued to tease him.

You felt his warm breath on your neck as your movements quickened, his breathing became uneven. He kept his mouth closed but his moans still vibrated throughout the small space. Secretly, you hoped the girl would come in and watch Levi unravel under your touch.

Levi reached for the waistband of his boxers and tried to pull them off. You grabbed his wrists and glared at him.

“Wait,” you scolded.

He gulped and nodded. You continued palming him over his boxers while leaving deep bruises on his neck and collarbone, your tongue traced along his skin. You felt his heart beat increase with each kiss on his body. Your hand ghosted over his body as you got on your knees. His clothed cock was inches away from your face. His stare narrowed in on the space, desperate for you to close it but he knew you weren’t playing around.

You left sloppy kisses on the fabric, teasing him more and more. Levi caressed the back of your neck with his hands pushing you harder against him. Your cunt throbbed with arousal and excitement, you pressed your thighs together to soothe the ache.

You looked at him with a false innocence and saw him staring back, his eyes glazy from the alcohol. You kept eye contact with him as you pulled his boxers down his legs, freeing his cock. It slapped against his stomach causing Levi to throw his head against the bathroom wall with a light thud. Your mouth drooled at the sight of his pretty, pink dick waving freely in the air.

You grabbed the base of his cock and circled your tongue around the tip, enjoying the salty taste of his precum. Levi gripped your hair when you began pumping your hand back and forth on his shaft. Salvia began to pool in the corners of your mouth as you placed Levi’s cock fully in your mouth. He sighed at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping him, your tongue flat against his shaft, massaging his soft skin.

The music of the bar fantly echoed throughout the bathroom; a constant reminder that you were in a public place but that didn’t matter to you or Levi. Not when the tip of his cock slammed against the back of your throat over and over again. The salacious sound of your lips, wet with saliva and precum filled Levi’s ears.

He attempted to jerk his hips forward but you placed a rough hand on him and pushed him back. You threw your head back, removing his cock from your mouth, a glob of saliva fell to the ground. He attempted to jerk his hips forward but you placed a rough hand on him and pushed him back. You threw your head back, removing his cock from your mouth, a glob of saliva fell to the ground.

“Levi, honey, what makes you think you have the permission to do that?” you teased.

He gripped your hair tighter and smiled weakly, “thought it was worth a try.”

You nodded your head and put him in your mouth again, your lips encircled around his tip and bopped your head. You quicken your pace and insert more of him into your mouth until the tip of your nose was brushing against the soft hair trailing down his navel.

“Fuck,” Levi groaned.

Levi twitched in your mouth, a sign that he was close. You could feel the bruises forming on your thighs but still you sucked harder than before. The obscene sounds filled you with a sense of pride.

“C-close,” Levi panted quietly.

With that warning you removed your mouth, Levi his cock out in the open, you salvia glimmering in the weak light of the bathroom.

You got up and grabbed his face, kissing him hard while shoving your tongue in his mouth roughly. Levi eagerly let your tongue explore your mouth, he was too entranced by your kiss to complain about his stolen orgasm. You left messy kisses along his jaw until you reached his ear and whispered, “such a good boy. Should I let you cum?”

He slowly nodded his head.

“Tell me, Levi, who does this cock belong to?”

He moaned out your name, the sound was heaven to your ears. You loved when he was putty in your hands, the complete opposite of his normal stoic behavior.

“Good boy.”

You got back on your knees and grabbed the base of his shaft again. This tip bounced around your lips. You slapped it around on your tongue, moaning like a whore fulling knowing Levi loved how vocal you were during sex.

He bit down on his lower lips and watched as you drew him closer to the edge again. There was a look of desperation and neediness in his gray eyes and it filled you with pride, knowing you were the only one who brought this side of him out.

Your lips encircled his cock once again, the smell of sweat and musk surrounded you and Levi. His tip rammed against the back of your throat, your jaw was sore from sucking on his cock and tears were forming in the corner of your eyes but you kept on pushing him in your mouth until you found a steady and harsh rhythm.

Levi cursed out your name and used you to stabilize himself as he came. Thick, salty ropes of cum trailed down your throat and you swallowed every last bit of it. You softened your pace and kept him in your mouth, riding out his orgasm. When he was finished, you planted a tender kiss on the tips of his swollen cock.

You stood up, your face heated and your lips messy with his cum. He gave you a goofy smile and rubbed this thumb against your lips, cleaning them before placing his thumb in your mouth. Your tongue circled around his thumb until there was nothing left behind

“So this is your jealous side?” Levi teased.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Please as if that bitch could ever compare to me.”

He chuckled and began putting his boxers and pants back on. You watched as he struggled to move in the stall. The two of you remained silent.

“Levi?” You whispered as you helped him buckle his belt. He grunted at you while trying to wipe the sweat from his face.

“You don’t actually think she’s hotter than me?”

His eyes softened at your vulnerability.

“There is no one who is hotter than you.”

You looked down pretending you were hyper concentrated on buckling his belt. Levi gently grabbed your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“Hey, I love you and no one else, ‘kay?” he said, “especially when you surprise me with a blow job like that.”

Your eyes widened, the alcohol had completely worn off and it dawned on you: you’d just given your boyfriend a blowjob in a public bathroom. Your clean-freak boyfriend had just let you give him a blowjob in a public bathroom. He must really love me, you thought.

Fuck, how long were we in here for?” you asked.

“Beats me,” Levi said nonchalantly.

“Do you think the others are wondering where we are?”

“They most definitely know where we are, love.”

He washed his hand and beckoned for you to join him. As the two of you cleaned up. You took a look at the both of you, your faces were sweaty, clothes wrinkled; Hange was not going to let you live this down.

The door opened and the girl who was checking out Levi stepped in. She smirked at him, completely ignoring you.

“What are the odds I find you here?” she said in a sultry voice.

He looked at her and spoke flatly, “high considering my girlfriend just sucked me off in the bathroom. Have a goodnight.”

He grabbed your hand and led you out of the bathroom. You felt like you were walking on clouds but the feeling went away quickly when you saw the devious look Hange was giving you. Hange wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon. You looked at Levi, pleading for help. He shrugged and gave you a reassuring smile. You smiled back with Levi by your side, there was nothing you couldn't face including nosy friends.

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waitingfortheendtocome · 3 years

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Deceiving Love

This was a request idea send so all credits for the idea goes to @me-goro Thank you for the request and I promise I’ll try my best :)

Request: Enemy to Lovers where Lou meets y/n for the first time while Lou’s trying to be sneaky because she wants to get information o but Y/N is unknowingly in the way of her getting it.

This is probably not going to be that many chapters maybe a few chapters, more or less fast pace. I tried to get it in a one shot but it would’ve been too long.

I’m so sorry is so long I couldn’t find a stopping point and wanted to get as much info out there as well as introduction for the first chapter. I promise I’ll try not to make them too long in the future lol. I’m bad at finding good ending spots as well as writing characters hating on each other LOL. Fair warning I went for the crashing into each other cliché to create a bad start between them LOL

I haven’t edited it completely so there might be grammatic error and for that I apologize.

Also this is my first Ocean’s 8 Lou Miller story so I’m sorry if this turns out bad 😅

Warnings: None yet except Cursing here and there. bad first impressions if you count that (is that under angst????)

Chapter One

~Lou~

Lou parked in front of the warehouse they had rented out for the job. They made sure to rent it out under a false name to avoid backtracking in case somewhere where to go wrong. They all took a flight to France for a job Debbie insisted they should do. She claimed it a really good job and the pay was good. Personally Lou didn’t needed the extra cash and rejected the job a few times over the course of a week before finally caving in due to Debbie’s persistence. Despite her agreeing she wasn’t happy and had been slightly grouchy she wanted to focus on running her club, upgrading it here and there to make it better and maybe open another club so she was very busy.

If she did this job she had to put all the plans on hold for a while which she was upset about. She had to hire a temporary manager to run her club while she was gone, hell even Tammy tried to tell Debbie to leave Lou be but according to Debbie they’ll get caught if Lou wasn’t there. Lou had been in a bad mood that day and saying a few things that would have hurt Debbie’s feelings if Debbie had been within hearing range only Tammy heard her and the two had a lengthy conversation which made Lou wish she had a strong drink which wasn’t wise thankfully Tammy made her feel better already sensing Lou’s sudden stress. Safe to say after talking to Tammy she agreed on the job better her helping Debbie than having all seven of her friends get caught and arrested. Debbie was more than happy at Lou agreeing to do this job something Lou noticed and had to admit made her happy.

They all walked in the warehouse and looked around except for Lou who walked confidently to a chair and sat down her long legs spread out in front of her. She had already came here a week ago to get the place set up for the team she even set up a spot for nine balls with the equipment the woman needed for the heist so she didn’t needed to explore or look around. Debbie grinned at Lou proud that Lou had set the place up already Lou looked up from her phone giving Debbie a smug smirk before she finished texting her temporary club manager. She put her phone away and looked up knowing the team had gathered and Debbie took the floor.

“So, what are we stealing? You guys haven’t told us.” Amita wondered

Lou lounged back shrugging, “Don’t look at me not even I know.”

“Yo, are they diamonds?” Nine Balls wondered

“Woah, wait you haven’t told Lou?” Constance wondered shocked

“I didn’t wanted her to try and back out if I told her.” Debbie informed them earning a snort from the blonde in question who shoved a piece of gum in her mouth

“Oh now we really wanna know, spill girl what is it?” Nine stated closing the lid of her laptop

Smiling satisfied that she got everyone's attention she turned on the screen projector stating, “Hear me out first.”

The screened turned on and an drawing of three jewels popped up and beside it another image of two crowns popped up. Lou studied the items quickly wondering what was so special about them besides the lack of photograph.

The necklace collar is large and is made out of pure gold hallmarked with roses and harps made out of diamonds put to gatherer alternately. They where tied together with knots made out of pure gold and topaz diamonds. The roses where made out of diamonds and rubies. In the center of the collar was an imperial Jeweled Crown crest surmounting a harp of gold and diamonds. There was a small writing that says they're suppose to be two of them one had the imperial badge crown and the other did not other than that both necklace collars where the exact same.

The second jewel was a Grand Master diamond badge. The badge looked like it was similar to the one hanging off one of the necklaces. the badge is made out of silver containing trefoil in emerald on a ruby cross surrounded by sky blue enamel with rose diamonds writing. The crowned harp was made out of Diamonds and Brazilian stones.

The third Jewel was a simple large star made of gold diamonds and brilliants. it consisting of eight points with four lesser issuing Centre enclosing a cross of ruby and a trefoil of emeralds surrounding a sky blue enamel circle with writing in rose diamonds. The crowns was made out of pure gold, diamonds among with other jewels spread out creating a rather elegant and luxurious pattern.

Lou looked at them than at Debbie and sighed shaking her head looking incredulous. The jewels in the first image where known as the crowned jewels and the crowns where royal crowns from who knows how long ago both of which were stolen at different times ages ago. Lou was very confused as to what Debbie was planning unless Debbie decided to change her profession to treasure hunter.

“Debbie what are those jewels?” Tammy wondered confused

“Yo, what’s with the lack of photo are we downgrading or something?” Nine pointed out

“No we are not downgrading these-,” Debbie began before she was interrupted by Lou

“Those are the Crown jewels that went missing in 1906. The crowns on he right where missing in 1799 both where never seen again.” Lou explained

Debbie nodded slightly surprised Lou knows about them, “Yes, you know what they are?”

“Duh! So Indiana Jones how the fuck are we looking for said jewels are we pulling a Lara Croft or something.” Lou stated sarcastically

“If you would have let me finish Lou instead of interrupting I would have said that there was rumors that the said jewels are no longer missing they supposedly are here in this city in their most popular museum. Unfortunately we need information in order to get it that one one has but probably one person without said information there’s no way we can find them.” Debbie explained

Rose became confused and spoke up shyly, “What are they worth, don’t we usually start off by saying how much the seven of us earn?”

Debbie grinned mischievously and looked at the group proudly, “Today, four-hundred million dollars in today’s money minimum we might easily be able to up the prices due to the simple fact that the they where all stolen long ago and thought to no longer exist.”

“You’re not telling us something.” Lou pointed out casually

Debbie pressed the button on the remote and three pictures popped up, two of them where of two men one older than the other and the third of a woman Lou had to admit was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eye’s on. She honestly could care less about the pictures of the men she was focused on the woman. Lou noticed you smiled proudly, you eyes shinning with happiness. You where wearing an outfit that was business casual, your hair styled to suit your professional style you where going for. Lou’s eyes flickered to Debbie to find her staring at her smirking smug and Lou cursed softly at being caught she knew that look anywhere. Debbie smug looked at the group and stated casually.

“These three are the ones in charge the younger man is the owner and director his name is Richard Davis, the older man’s name is Liam Moore he is the Curator, and the woman’s name is Y/F/N Y/LN she is the registrar. One or two of them have all the information we need and we need to get it out of them to find it. It’ll be too risky getting it out of Richard Davis and even Liam Moore. Our biggest chances is Y/F/N, she is in charge of what goes in and out of that place. Her job is to literally keep track of all the object, records, authenticity and borrowings so if these jewels are heading to their museum they’ll be passing through her and it'll be her job along with Liam to put them away either on display and hide them.” Debbie explained

“Don’t forget that if she has good relation with the director he’ll be giving her special tasks involving Jewels.” Tammy added earning a nod from Debbie

“So, how do we get this information out of her?” Amita wondered

Debbie grinned eying Lou again earning a sharp glare from Lou which in turn caused Debbie to laugh and look at the confused group who was looking back and forth between them wondering what they missed.

“Well Lou will be getting close to the woman and try to get information out of her she has Lou’s type written all over.” Debbie told them smug

“Like she’ll tell me the information. ‘Hey Miss. Y/L/N where the fuck are you keeping the jewels my team wants to steal them’.” Lou hissed her tone dripping sarcasm

“Please, we need the information.” Constance pleaded pouting Lou narrowed her eyes only causing Constance to pout further finally earning a sigh in defeat from Lou who all but caved she can’t resist Constance pout and she knows it she has a soft spot for the girl.

“Alright, I’ll do it. That was a cheap shot kid,” Lou pointed out getting up earning a beaming smile in return. “How hard can getting information out of her be aren’t people working in museum are boring or uptight as fuck.”

Lou without a word left the building deciding to pay the place a visit she kind of hoped one of the other’s would go in and do that after all Lou’s job was to gather anyone working for them, stealing the objects, making sure everything is going according to plan and have backup plans in case something goes wrong among other things bribing information out of someone wasn’t one of them. Granted a very attractive someone but she wasn’t going to admit that to anyone. Lou sighed realizing is been too long since she’s gotten anyone in her bed and it was starting to show. Lou climbed on a car and drove off following the GPS directions.

~You~

You rushed into the building of your workplace cursing at yourself for forgetting to set up the alarm. You moved to France from your home after finally landing a job that you actually loved for a change. You’ve always been a fan art and Historical artifacts so you began working at a big historical museum in Paris.

You walked into the building passed security and across the huge building waving hi to the security guard. You walked straight to your office that's located towards the back of the building. You barely made it in when your boss who’s also the director and owner of the museum jogged up to you looking like a kid in Christmas and you know something must have happened to get him this excited. The two of you had been friends since you started working there, you where originally the tour guide to the place before he promoted you to the official Registrar of the museum.

"Y/N right on time, we need to talk about something important that just happened." He told you barely able to contain his excitement. You honestly wonder how this man is an adult and owns this place. He is like a child sometimes.

You quirked an eyebrow at him confused, "Sure, what is it?"

He pointed to your office door, "let's go to your office to talk privately. I don't want anyone to overhear.”

Nodding more confused, you opened the door and walked in with him behind you. He closes and locks the door, tugging you into the room making you more confused if possible. The both of you sat across from each other, you barely had the chance to ask again why he was so excited when he handed you two folded piece of paper. Looking confused you opened the first one and stared at it to find an old drawing of a three jewels. You looked confused when you saw it since it looked like a drawing of the jewels rather than an actual photo.

You looked up at your boss after you studied the two pages and the descriptions of the jewels along with what was used to create them. You remember hearing about these things going missing during a conversation you had with your coworker who was a guide here in the museum. When discussing missing jewelry or historical artifacts he had mentioned several different ancient royal jewels that had gone missing and mentioned these but you weren’t sure what this had to do with anything.

“Richard, do I want to know why you’re showing me these? These aren’t even in our museum I would know is my job to memorize anything and anyone that goes in or out of this place.” You wondered confused

He grinned excitedly, “Yes, They went missing centuries ago and we recently found them again and just so happens that they are secretly on their way here we wont put them on display of course.”

Your eyes widen in shock, “Really? How the hell did you find them?"

He shrugged grinning, "I honestly don't have a clue how they where found the important thing is I got my hands on them before anyone else did. The jewels where stolen and sold in the 1900s someone must have found them recently the crowns where destroyed but turns out they where stolen and hidden. That's as far as I know."

You nodded processing the information for a moment, "okay that makes sense sort of but wouldn’t they be prone to thieves though?”

He chuckled, “Yes, which is why I have a plan which is foul proof. I did not wanted us to suffer the same fate as the Toussaint so I’m going to change a few things here and there around this place but more importantly only you and I will have all the information and location.”

You shook your head at that. Being the only one with specific information only added more stress on you especially if you’re going to be put in charge of it which you knew you where based on the look you where given.

“I’m listening. What’s this infamous information.” you told him slightly sarcastic earning a chuckle

He looked satisfied with your reply and sat back explaining the importance of having the word not get out that those jewels where discovered. He went into greater details on how they where going to get them in the museum, how they where going to be hidden, secured and how they where going to up the security and his crazy idea of adding a few decoys in other locations when you asked why the decoy he looked at you sheepish and said he took the idea from the Met when it was discovered Klugger was wearing a fake so he was borrowing the idea just in case. After he was done explaining which took up an hour or so you looked baffled.

“This better not backfire on us.” you sighed and got up getting ready for work to distract yourself leaving a smug owner in your office.

************

Most of the morning was uneventful and slightly dreadful. There was a tour by a Primary school which was stressful given how some of the kids wanted to run off on their own when their teacher and tour guide was not looking. At one point one of them almost knocked something over since they went past the security point forcing you to run and steady the item and pointing out to the teacher to keep a better eye on her students. You where of curse polite and respectful about it despite your patience being tested.

It wasn’t until the afternoon where everything started to go south. It was a lot busier an old lady freaked out believing that one of the old priceless painting was hers and tried to steal it not to mention she had a cane and smacked you with it a few times until she was escorted away from the area. You where pretty sure you where going to bruise a little. You could not help but wonder how does an old lady able to swing the cane that forcefully. So is safe to say you where in a really bad mood. You walked past the Egyptian wing and paused when you heard a childlike giggle. You walked over just in time to see yet another child trying to get past the safety line and getting inside the security glass. You ran over and stopped him before something tragic happened and fixed the glass. You couldn’t help but glare at the kid. The kid backed up but you grabbed his arm.

“Where are your parents?” You asked in a serious tone he didn’t say anything only pointed to the other side of the Egyptian wing. You walked him over to them to find them both on their phone you tapped their shoulder interrupting the careless parents.

“Yes?” the arrogant mother asked

“Is this your kid?” You asked trying to not sound rude and snap after earning a nod from both you spoke up before they can say anything, “Please keep your kid close to you I just found him nearly knocking over an artifact.”

The father took the kid and narrowed his eyes scolding his son for walking out of their side and misbehaving deciding to punish the kid by taking him home earning a temper tantrum.

“Bill don’t be harsh he didn’t mean it I’m sure we could have paid for the damages.” The mother scolded her husband

You rolled your eyes at that and said, “Yeah, ma’am keep him close and for the record neither of us can afford that thing. Instead of being on your phone how about showing your kid a good time if you payed attention to him he wont have any need to destroy the place. This is the third time I had to stop him.” you turned around and walked off not even bother with civility anymore.

You turned around and stormed off to keep an eye on the rest of the of the museum hoping nothing more will happen. You where in a bad mood and ready to go home. You walked around the corner only to collide with someone causing you to tumble back at that same moment you felt something cold splash all over you. Looking down you realized it was just water.

“Fuck. Watch where you’re walking.” the woman snapped

You glared up at her to find a pair of light blue eyes glaring right back you belonging to a tall platinum blonde woman. You looked down to find her shirt was also wet and she was holding a half empty cup.

“First of all watch where YOU’RE walking, second of all no cellphones and third off I wasn’t the one walking with a cup filled with what ever that was you’re not allowed to have liquids in this section only the lobby’s lounge area blonde.” You snapped right back

“What the fuck I was walking here you’re the one who crashed into me and be glad it was water and I’m allowed to take pictures what kind of fucking museum is this.” the woman snapped

You rolled your eyes, “That’s what bottles of water are for genius.”

That only pissed off the blonde even more, “First of all this use to be soda before I finished it and emptied my water in here second of all fuck you, you’re rude as fuck.”

Both of you glared daggers at each other clearly pissed off. Any other circumstance you would have admired how attractive and how her closed hugged her body just right but not right now. Right now you where actively glaring daggers' at her for being a rude bitch. Why the hell are the hot ones always rude and obnoxious. You wondered

You saw her unlocked phone and narrowed your eyes pointing to a sign, “You can’t take pictures in this section new rule only certain areas are allowed to have pictures taken put that phone away”

“What the fuck. First of all none of the other staffs have said shit the only uptight complaining is you second of all I only took some pictures.” The woman snapped

“I need to check your phone.” You told her. it wasn’t that you where out to get her but it was a rule and this particular area no one was allowed to take pictures ever since last year most museums and locations holding expensive items became more strict

“NO.” The woman all but growled

“I need to see it.” You said beginning to loose your patients you said hell with professionalism and snatched it looking through the pictures she took earning a protest trying to snatch it back and you stopped her with a sharp glare and grabbing her free hand. You found a few pictures of statues that are pretty heavy. You looked suspiciously at the glaring woman and handed her the phone back.

“We don’t allow phones anymore miss. Put that away.” you told her for the second time sharply

Lou glared at you not appreciating the bad treatment, “Why not the other museums allow it and I don’t appreciate having my phone snatched from me.”

“Not anymore. Blame the moron who decided team up with Klugger and steal that Toussaint necklace. Lucky them the insurance agent is dumb as fuck. No one allows phone anymore let along pictures being taken. Now either chug that drink or I’m snatching it with your phone and not returning them.” you warned and stormed off to try and clean up your top leaving a very pissed off blonde behind.

What the fuck is wrong with her? Fucking rude. You thought pissed off. You spoke sharply through your walky-talky’s earpiece to have someone clean up the spill and stormed off to your office deciding it was better do paperwork than to deal with guests.

~Lou~

It wasn’t until you stormed away when Lou realized you where the woman Debbie mentioned that had all the information and cursed at that.

Great, Getting information from someone like her will be nearly impossible. Lou thought glaring at the spot you where just in.

Lou stormed out of the building determined to get something out of you but knew it will be impossible since she knew you will probably keeping a close eye on her after that horrible interaction. Lou got even more angry when she remembered you boldly snatching her phone and probably erasing some of the pictures she had taken from the interesting objects there.

“Fucking rude uptight b.” Lou complained angrily while driving only to be interrupted by her phone. Lou drove towards the warehouse clearly pissed off evident in her feature, her posture was tense, her jawline clenched and she was gripping her steering wheel tightly. She chose to ignore the phone to annoyed to bother with answering.

#ocean's 8 #lou miller #debbie ocean #tammy #Amita #daphne kluger #constance #nine balls #lou miller x reader #lou miller/reader #Lou Miller x Reader Fanfic Request

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leerongrong · 4 years

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of peaches and clichés.

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: In which you’re Jaemin’s chemistry tutor and he’s your cliché flirty high school bad boy.

Requested: yes // im not creative enough to think of an idea but i crave your writing so im gonna try and request lol. chenle fluff? dkjfid i have no idea on specifics, sorry if this didnt help. or some flirty badboy!jaemin im weak for that

The sun's shinning down, rays breaking through clouds onto the school's rooftop. Winds sweep across your cheeks, eyelashes fluttering along with your textbook pages in the wind. Screeching shoes from the basketball team are heard from below, along with the coach's whistle and shouts. Your earphones block out most of the noise, a melody to help calm down your nerves from the stress of school work.

"Well, look who I ran into." A male's voice breaks you from murmuring the lyrics to the song, even going as far to startling you until the textbook previously lying on your lap is flung away. "I would say it was a coincidence, if I believed in them."

Your eyes trail to black shoes just in front of you, keeping track of the hands that bend down to retrieve the pink, tossed away textbook. Your eyes are trailing up onto the figure, taking in the sight of a slightly worn out leather jacket and an odd tuff of blue hair.

Every high school has a stereotype to them; some with big brain nerds, maybe even buff jocks that push said nerds into lockers. Others have preppy cheerleaders that smile and flirt at every living thing, or a gathering of Goth teens that only hang out with their own clique. You've never had an opinion of them, simply choosing to live your own life alongside your pack of friends who are deemed "smart" and ultimately being labeled as the school's good girl.

The white canvas, the teacher's pet, the school's innocent, the extremely sweet girl capable of making anyone smile, those are the names you've been called throughout high school. Not that you minded them, they're just labels put there by people who never even knew you.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" The epitome of a high school stereotype would be the one standing just right in front of you; Na Jaemin, the school's bad boy who's never seen wear anything but a leather jacket and skinny jeans, the one that goes around with whispers following him like the plague, the one who breaks heart after heart when he's bored, the one you got assigned to tutor chemistry. "Because if I'm not wrong, you fell head over heels the moment I came through that door."

The need to suppress your smile exceeds the need to take your book back.

"Besides, who wouldn't fall for me?" Jaemin's flirting is something you've only heard of previously, hallway whispers going around about his sweet words that make girls fall for him. You've only got to experience the end of it just two months ago, after your first tutor session had begun, the boy never failed to spew sweet nothings at you, at first driving you crazy with how much time he wastes flirting instead of studying. "But why would you throw away the book I gave you?"

The sight of his exaggerated pout makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, something that's been happening after tutoring Jaemin. Your friends had warned you to stay away from him, to decline the teacher's offer of an added grade if you succeeded in raising his grades. You don’t know what came over you to agree into something like tutoring, at first what you thought was, a lost cause like Jaemin. You remember feeling bad for lying to your friends, telling them that you needed the extra grade when in reality your grades have been stable and you didn't need any extra credits.

The butterflies explode once more when his pout turns into an attractive smirk you've seen him paint on his face multiple times. You're ducking your head in hopes he doesn't see the blossoming blush on your cheeks, not sure whether you want someone to burst into the rooftop to save you from your embarrassment or to spend a few minutes with him.

You're not sure when you started developing feelings for Jaemin. All your life you’ve never been one to believe in love at first sight, always seeing the logical side, explaining to Jaemin that falling in love happens slowly but gradually, declining his objections and telling him repeatedly that love doesn't happen overnight, it happens with unspoken moments and sweet words between two people intertwined with each other.

Maybe it started two weeks after your first tutoring session; the first time you ever saw Jaemin asleep in the library after the two of you decided to study after school, the day you remember seeing dark bags under his eyes after forcing him to study with you over the phone, the day you gathered enough courage to sweep away the, then brown, bangs from his eyes.

”Studying again?” The librarian’s voice pulls your attention away from your phone, snapping your gaze towards her smiling face before you’re smiling yourself, nodding at her question. “With company today, I see.”

“Company? What do you mean?”

You see her nod her head and you’re forced to squint when you see a hooded figure sleeping on the table you normally sit at. “He’s been here for over an hour already, sleeping.”

The library’s silent, with no one but you, the librarian, and the sleeping figure on the desk. The air is warm but windy, perfect weather to study in if it weren’t for the mysterious person sitting in your spot. You’ve got half the mind to start talking to the person and wake him up when you round the table and see that it’s Jaemin. Your heart softens at the sight of his soft brown hair, make shift bed made with chemistry books, more so when you see the bags under his eyes.

Guilt starts eating at you when you remember you’re the one who practically forced him to stay up all night with you, studying for your pre-chemistry test that’s coming next week. You’re gathering the books around him, gently pulling the one under his head and replacing it with your neck pillow instead, the sight of him sleeping in a slightly better position lessening your guilt.

Hours pass just like that, the librarian signaling for you to pack up while you’re stretching your stiff joints. In the few hours, you realize that Jaemin looks nothing like the front he puts up every day when he’s asleep, he doesn’t look as rugged and mischievous, he looks more soft and nice like this. Another thing you notice is how soft his hair looks without any added products, the color reminding you of hot cocoa on a winter day.

Your eyes are darting back and forward on his face, searching for any signs he’s beginning to wake up, heart starting to beat slightly fast at the thought of being able to run your fingers through his hair. The librarian’s still moving around somewhere behind you and you’re cautiously lifting your hand up to his head, fingers slightly brushing against his tresses.

“If you wanted to touch, you could have asked.”

The yelp that pulls out of you has Jaemin smirking, said boy lifting both his hands up above his head to stretch. “And don’t think I didn’t catch you staring,” he smirks, “You can stare for however long you want, I won’t judge.”

Your face flushes red and you’re quick on your feet, dashing away out of the library after collecting your bag and essentials, leaving Jaemin alone with your abandoned neck pillow still in his hands. Jaemin’s smiling, hands playing with the peach shaped pillow while he’s staring at where you were sat.

“Cute.”

It could have started on the third week after your club activities; when you ran into Jaemin for the first time that day, getting the surprise of your life when you saw his freshly dyed pink hair. Getting another surprise when he dragged you into the library for a study session, when he didn't need a tutoring for another 2 days. It was the first day butterflies erupted in your tummy when he told you he dyed his hair pink because pink reminded him of you.

Banter is tossed around while you’re laughing along with your friend. Your club activities just finished and you’re itching to go to the library for a much needed alone time, between your classes and tutoring Jaemin, there isn’t much time left for you to recollect your thoughts.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Your friends around you are all suddenly whispering, some fixing their hairs, others reapplying their lipsticks and you’re left wondering at the sudden change of attitude until Jaemin comes strutting down the hall with his usual leather jacket and not so usual bright pink hair. “Hi, peaches.”

“Peaches?” you choke out, “Who’re you calling peaches?”

“You.” He’s grinning at you, hands tugging at yours to pull you away from your peers and you’re slightly stumbling at his fast paced footsteps. “Or if you don’t like it I can call you Babe? Baby? Sweetheart?”

“Oh, I know!” He clicks his finger, “How about I call you mine?”

You force out a snort at his blatant flirting, thanking the Gods he’s not looking back at your frame, or else the full on blush on your face would’ve been blown. “Where are you taking me? Isn’t this the way to the library? Jaemin I don’t have to tutor you today.”

You’re met with silence as he continues to tug you into the library, waving a quick hello to the librarian when you pass her along the way. You bump into Jaemin’s chest when he suddenly stops in front of you and you’re on your tip toes when you see him pick an object up from your usual desk. “What are you doing?”

“You wanna know why I dyed my hair pink?” You’re sighing when he ignores your question, your patience running thin from your stolen ‘me time.’ He’s turning around and you’re shocked to see your peach neck pillow in his hands along with a chemistry test paper with the numbers 87 at the top left corner.

“My grades went up, thanks peaches.” He’s leaning down to your height, and goosebumps start to arise on your skin when his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “And I dyed my hair pink because pink reminds me of you.”

That day you’re the one left alone in the library, with a hand resting on your cheek, on the spot where Na Jaemin just kissed you.

Maybe it started on the fifth week when nature had decided to rain you in after school, all alone after studying for a physics test in the library, with the only other person there being Jaemin, who had to stay back for a physics make up test. The boy covering you with his beloved leather jacket, running under the rain all the way to your house which had resulted to him being absent the next day, getting a cold.

“You bring an umbrella, peaches?”

Jaemin’s voice snaps you out of your stare off with the rain, said boy standing next to you with nothing but his leather jacket in hand and his backpack on his back. His previously bright pink hair has now been washed out, leaving only bits of light pink to color his hair and you’re embarrassed to say that it matches exactly with your peach neck pillow.

“No,” you mumble, “I’m guessing you didn’t too?”

”Always the smart one in the relationship.” Jaemin’s taking off his leather jacket and you look to him in confusion when he sets it on top of your shoulder, slightly adjusting the material so that it covers your head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why are you giving me your jacket?”

“I thought you were the smart one.” You open your mouth to banter with him, only to be cut of when he intertwines your fingers together. Your jaw falls slack and he’s laughing, pretending to push your jaw back up and fix it. “C’mon, peaches. Don’t tell me you’ve never watched kiss scenes under the rain before.”

Your stomach erupts with butterflies with the flirting that’s coming out of his mouth, and your hands feels warm encased in his much bigger ones. You’re watching as rain continues to fall from above, some drops slightly falling into Jaemin’s hair and there’s an unexplainable feeling that’s resting deep in you and you’re not sure you want to know what that feeling is.

“Let’s run!”

The run to your house is painfully quick, the two of you encased in laughter along the way while Jaemin had a minor heart attack when you almost slipped across a walkway, and now the roof of your house acts as a shield from the rain, both you and Jaemin still doubling over the stairs as you try to recollect your breaths.

You’re mostly dry, Jaemin’s jacket acting as a wonderful rain coat most of the way, while Jaemin’s drenched from head to toe. You’re eyeing the way his clothes stick onto him like second skin, how his backpack is completely drenched and you’re surprised when your fingers twitch when you eye the way his bangs are sticking onto his forehead. “You want to come in?”

“No,” He teases, “I don’t do that until the 4th date.”

You’re gasping at his innuendos and Jaemin lets out a laugh when you smack his chest, the laugh turning into a shriek when he topples over the stairs and onto the busy street. Your hands are reaching forward and grabbing at Jaemin by the front of his shirt, pulling at it with all your might until he crashes onto you, both of your chests glued onto each other.

Both your hands are on his chest while his are on your waist. The air’s warm with a bit of chill in the air, the dripping rain drops and honking car horns act as background music to you and Jaemin’s scene, the later pulling you flush against him and you feel your shirt dampen from the water on his shirt. You’re holding in a breath, head lifting up to meet Jaemin’s gaze, the feeling from earlier coming back to you ten times as strong as before, as if constricting your lungs, making it hard for you to breath.

Jaemin’s eyes flick from yours onto your lips and you’re clutching at his shirt, finding it harder and harder to ground yourself when it feels as if you’re floating in mid air. Jaemin’s head dips down and you debate on closing your eyes, until the soft weight of his lips come on yours and every doubt disappears from your mind. Your eyes are closed and you stand on your tip toes to deepen the kiss.

His lips are slightly chapped, tastes like rain water with a mix of something sweet. His grip on your waist relaxes when the two of you separate for air, Jaemin slightly dipping back in to leave a peck on your lips. His mouth leaves yours fully when he leans back to look at you, hands coming up to caress your cheeks and slightly swollen lips. Your own hands works to sweep back his hair, letting you to finally get a clear view of his eyes.

Minutes pass while the two of you stare at each other, the moment finally breaking when Jaemin lets out a laugh and smile. “If all I had to do is give you my jacket and run in the rain for you to kiss me, I would’ve done it weeks ago.”

“Is a kiss all you wanted, Na Jaemin?” you tease, “I would’ve given it to you if it meant you leaving me alone.”

He’s pulling you into him again, eyes searching into yours while his lips stretch out into a smile. His hands tug at your cheek while he dips down once more, pressing a kiss onto your lips. “Not a chance. I want you, all of you.”

“Hello?” Jaemin leans down to your level when you don’t answer, breaking you out of your memory daze. “Am I asking too many questions?”

“It always takes me a while to put words together.” You pout at him. “It’s not you.”

He moves closer, his heart-stopping smile returning onto his lips. “Oh? Is it when we’re alone like this I make you speechless?”

“We’re dating, Nana.” You laugh. “You don’t make me speechless, not anymore. Especially after I found out what a dork you truly are.”

“But I can still make you blush.” His hands are suddenly on your hips, lifting you onto the railing and planting a kiss onto your kips, a spectacle anyone can see from all around the school. You let out a squeak when he bites onto your bottom lip, nibbling and dragging it with him as he breaks the kiss. You feel warmth spread all over your body, especially your cheeks, more so when he sends you his sweet-as-candy smile. “See? You’re too cute, peaches.”

The epitome of a high school stereotype would be the one standing just right in front of you; Na Jaemin, but now he’s the boy who got you a pink textbook just so you could match his hair, the boy who lends you his leather jacket when it’s cold, the boy who painted on blues, pinks, gold, reds and every color there is on your once white canvas.

You’re not sure when you started falling for Na Jaemin, all you knew was that falling for him wasn’t falling at all. It was walking into two arms and suddenly knowing you’re home.

“So does that mean you’re going to buy me a blue textbook?”

“Anything for my sweet peaches.”

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transpoettryinghisbest · 3 years

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First fanfic about the DeLites lol. Set about a month or two after The Stolen Turnabout. Trigger warnings are in the tags

I'm riding at a million miles an hour, flying, the wind whipping through my hair. I shut my eyes and let out a cheer, cranking the speed up higher and higher, feeling all my cares melt away.

I'm not paying enough attention. As soon as I open my eyes again, someone has stepped out into the road. I barely have time to react. I try to swerve, but I can't in time. We make impact. My bike stops but I fall, skidding across the road and landing a little way away.

I catch my breath and check myself for injuries. I've scratched my hands and one of my knees is bleeding. But I'm mostly fine. I glance back at the person I hit and my heart drops.

“Ronnie?”

I run to his side.

“Ronnie, can you hear me? Are you okay?”

He lets out a pained groan.

“I'm really sorry,” I say. “I didn't mean to…” I hunt for my phone with fumbling fingers. “It's alright. I'm going to get help, you'll be okay.”

My phone refuses to turn on. I must've broken it in the crash.

“Come on, please,” I beg.

When that fails, I yell for help hoping anyone will hear. But we're alone. Ron reaches up and clutches my hand.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

I can feel tears sliding down my face.

“Please hang on, okay?” I say. “For me. Please, I can't…”

His eyes flicker, he lets out a little breath and lies still.

“No… No, please.” I start to sob against his chest. “Please don't go.”

I wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. For a second, I don't know where I am, but my memory soon clicks back into place. It was a nightmare, of course it was. I rub my face, giving a small chuckle of relief. I'm in my bed. No one's hurt. Everything is fine.

Ron stirs next to me.

“Dessie, what's wrong?”

“Nothing, sweetie.”

I stroke his face, hoping that will lull him back to sleep. It doesn't.

“When people say nothing is wrong, they mean something is wrong, right? I-I mean I'm not calling you a liar or anything, I just…you don't usually wake up in the middle of the night…”

“I had a bad dream,” I admit. “But I'm okay now.”

“Oh no.” He sits up. “Do you…want to talk about it? No, that's probably not a good idea, I don't want you to get scared again. Not that…not that I think you would, I mean, you're the bravest person I know, I just…”

I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest, breathing in his natural scent. He seems a little taken aback, but holds me close.

“Okay,” he says. “If…that's what you need.”

“I don't want to lose you,” I mumble.

“You won't lose me. Well…I hope you won't. I can't tell the future. But I'll try not to let you lose me.” He pauses. “Is that what your dream was about?”

“Yes.” I pull back. “Sorry, I'm being silly.”

“No, it's okay. I mean…it's okay to be scared sometimes, even about things that…aren't real.”

“You're right. Thank you.” I kiss his forehead. “Let's go back to sleep, I didn't mean to wake you.”

He lies down and I cuddle him from behind in a spoon position. I can't get to sleep, I don't know if I'm afraid of having that nightmare again or not, but either way, I just lie there, wide awake. I can't tell if Ron is asleep or not. I start playing with his hair, gently pulling his curls straight, then letting go and watching them curl up again.

“Ronnie?” I say, quietly, so that if he is asleep, I won't wake him.

“Huh? Yes?”

“How…many of those heists did you go on?”

“Oh. I don't know, I never really counted. I just… did it whenever I was told to.” He rolls over to face me. “Dessie, I…I'm really sorry for-”

“You've apologised enough, it's okay, I forgive you.”

“You're not mad?”

“I could never be mad at you.”

“That's a relief. Um…so why did you ask? Not that…not that you're not allowed to ask, I'm just curious what made you curious…”

“I don't know. I've just been…thinking about it a lot, lately. About what you did, and…and why you did it.”

“I did it for you, Dessie.”

“I know…” My gaze drifts away from him. “I caused you so much trouble. And I didn't even know.”

“No! No, it wasn't like that!” He holds my face in both hands. “I just wanted to make you happy! Seeing you light up whenever I bought you nice things, it… it made it all worth it.”

“Really?”

He nods. “I just…I hate seeing you sad or disappointed or stressed about money. I'd do anything to make you smile. So I…I did. It wasn't because I had to, I wanted to. I didn't mean to make you feel bad.”

“It's okay.”

“And I've stopped now, for good. I mean it, no more stealing!”

“It's alright, honey, I believe you. And thank you. For everything. Just… promise me one more thing?”

“Yes, of course, anything.”

“If you ever do go on another heist again…will you take me with you?”

“Um, I don't know, I don't really want you to get hurt… N-not that it was dangerous, I never got hurt! And…and you're tough, Dessie, I know you could…um… Okay. Yeah. If…if you'd like to. I'll keep you safe.”

“And I you.” I kiss the tip of his nose. “Goodnight, sweetie.”

“Goodnight.”

#ace attorney #ace attorney fanfiction #fanfiction #ron delite #desiree delite #ron x desiree #tw death #tw manslaughter #tw nightmares #tw night terrors #tw crime

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bisluthq · 3 years

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It’s your kaylor historian here who still can’t remember my log in details to my KH account 🤦‍♀️ (so please make sure this anon just in case it isn’t... I fear them 👀)

Karlie’s tea post before masters heist:

Ok so I can’t remember who posted first and don’t feel like looking, but taylor posted a selfie and captioned it “Friday calmness” and we (kaylor fandom) had been speculating taylor was going to come out as bi on the last day of June / 🌈pride month🌈 since she’d been doing so much stuff that could be seen (and was) as queer coded. We celebrated the “Friday calmness” thinking it was like a ‘calm before the storm’ with the storm being her coming out.

I think Karlie posted after taylor, but am not 100% sure. Karlie posted a selfie with a cup with a caption like “what’s the tea” and the fandom, thinking they were still together, collectively lost our shit. It looked to us like Karlie was playing off Taylor’s post. (I’ll admit, I didn’t think kaylor were still together, but that weekend I was thinking ‘I can’t believe I doubted them!’ Lol)

*there were also rumours that the YNTCD video and single were delayed a couple of times and meant to be released sooner and serve as a soft coming out, but that taylor kept changing her mind about it and is also why she kept the tracklist length under wraps, because she wasn’t sure if she’d go through with it. She was way more vague than ever before. There were also rumours she had a rolling stone cover planned that she was going to come out in but it was scrapped —— I can’t even remember where these “she’s actually coming out” rumours originated anymore and I can’t remember if people had legit sources and gossip or if it was fan fiction planning, but it was mentioned outside the kaylordom too, so take that as you wish.

Then came the masters heist.

Now, to understand the thought process of Kaylors at the time, you have to remember that we thought Karlie & Taylor had a secret romance, Joe was a beard, Josh was a beard - but since he comes from a crime family who have done a lot of bad things (to put it lightly) and are stupidly rich, Josh had Karlie trapped in such a tight contract and has so much blackmail material that Karlie was forced to fake marry him against her will - remember, it was only meant to be a photo shoot for a Vogue wedding spread showing what wedding fashion was available, it wasn’t meant to be a wedding! But josh had his team leak the photos and instead of saying it was all for a photo shoot, Karlie had to say she was now married. <- that was the narrative and thought process within the fandom.

So the fandom thought 🛴 and Josh conspired to announce the purchase of big machine/ taylor’s masters which would derail her coming out plans. The fandom thought Karlie had no idea it was happening. Scooter and Josh were worried Taylor was going to come out, which would ultimately out Karlie since there were so many rumours about Kaylor already, and it would then out Josh and ruin Josh’s image, making it look obvious to everyone that Josh and Karlie were just beards, but kaylor was real. To avoid tarnishing Josh’s hetero card, scooter waited until the end of June to announce he bought taylor’s music for maximum impact.

(Never mind that someone spent $300M to keep a client in the closet) that was how we interpreted the situation (kept writing the fan fiction) and that it was a blow to taylor and a huge betrayal from scooter to Karlie because now they had extra leverage / ways to hurt Karlie.

So yeah. It was a very sad time. This also is why some kaylors think hoax lyrics point to their everlasting love “my best laid plans” = tay ready to come out end of June “your sleight of hand” = scooter tricking Karlie when he bought the masters and any information about taylor that Karlie mentioned innocently was used against them, “my barren land” = taken on a new meaning since Karlie announced her pregnancy, but initially it was seen as the land that was meant to be blooming with love was left barren and empty because of the masters incident delaying her coming out.

It sounds absolutely ludicrous, but the only way to understand how it was easy to rationalise is to understand how adamant the fandom was/ is that Josh and joe are just beards, Karlie is locked in a contract, and taylor is trying to free the both of them. If there were any truth to this at all, it is nothing short of ghastly situation for Karlie and paints taylor as a Nobel warrior trying to save her princess from the tower 🦸🏼‍♀️👸🏼 ....

Karlie had what I think was a scheduled post cause it was ad content , but otherwise was unusually silent on social media for a week + after the announcement. We thought they were grieving together.

——-

Now for Emily Poe. Ok so I really didn’t do my research - I thought Emily was only one or two years older than Taylor, so it never even occurred to me that the idea of that relationship would’ve been extremely predatory and badbadbadbad. I regret not doing my due dillihence when I was part of a fandom that consumed this theory. So Emily theories have been around since Taylor first had gay speculation. Part of this was because of some funny photos like that one where taylor is standing next to a truck that says “...gay Texan” and emily and a guy in the band I can’t think of his name were pointing to taylor and smirking. It’s a funny photo. I can see my dumb teenage self making similar jokes long before I knew my sexuality because LOOOOL GAY was a thing back then. There’s the video taylor made for Emily where she held up the “we love you emily” sign and she went to everyone she toured with including brad paisley to hold up the sign and make heart hands and just be extremely cute - platonic or romantic - both seem plausible - and cute as hell! The video was set to the dashboard confessional song ‘stolen’ which is basically just the lyric “you have stolen my heart” over and over again. This video got renewed interest when people went back and looked back at the you belong with me video. The idea of taylor and her make love interest holding these a4 sheets of paper with “I love you” written on them seemed familiar. The story of how YBWM came about was that Taylor heard her guitarist on the phone with his girlfriend and his gf was yelling at him for something seemingly insignificant/ the gf was painted out as high drama and her guitarist seemed miserable every time he spoke to her for a while. So Taylor had the idea of a song about a girl thinking her friends girlfriend is horrible, but turn it into a love story where the two friends get together - classic romantic comedy trope - she took the idea to Liz Rose and it was one of the last songs written for Fearless and specifically made to be upbeat and preppy because taylor thought the album was lacking that vibe. If you take the story Taylor said inspired the song and swap it from her male guitarist (who she also said she had no feelings for), and change it to her female fiddle player, the story behind the song can be the same, just tweaked to be hetwashed. Emily was a cheerleader and had a boyfriend when she toured with taylor, so it’s easy enough to take those things at surface value and think there was some truth to Emily. Also the two biggest gaylor rumours pre swiftgron came from comments on a gossip site/ forum. One was that ‘Emily was fired after she was caught relieving taylor of stress’ and how ‘emily was interested in law, but this incident cemented she had to leave the band but the swift team gave her money so emily wouldn’t sue for being fired on a sexual harassment issue’ (of course, knowing the age difference, we know this would NOT be the case at all) and it is speculated it inspired taylor to write breathe because she was so sorry for how things ended. They were inseparable and then after her birthday, never seen together or mentioned each other on MySpace again.

The other comment was that taylor ‘was a pillow princess in high school’ and that she was happy to receive but not give because she wanted to maintain her virgin status and thought if she reciprocated it would make her gay — the comment was something like that.

Of course it would’ve been incredibly easy for idk, some random on the internet who has never even met taylor to say those things.... but it was taken as gospel by the gaylor truthers.

People who looked further found a girl they believed was Taylor’s high school gf, her name started with L... but I never really believed it so I don’t have the greatest knowledge of that one. It seemed ridiculous to me she had a 3 year gf as a teenager and not a single person from her high school - or anyone who knew her alleged gf - ever spoke about it publicly??? That would be a lot of NDAs and payouts to keep silent, but a lot of other people believed NDAs and hush money was spent, so yeah... 🤷‍♀️

She also had some fruity MySpace posts which seemed to help the case for gaylor, but imo, it also falls under the ‘teenagers on the internet are dumb especially when social media was brand new and thank god myspace doesn’t exist cause I don’t want to see my old one ever again’ category.

Sorry for the essay, I felt I had been summoned and wanted to give background on the fandom. When I log back in I think I need to change my bio, I’m not really here to talk kaylor , but the fandom. Cause it’s really sad what that narrative within the fandom has become and heartbreaking what that narrative has done to fans, especially queer kids trying to figure themselves out. I couldn’t see how toxic it was for a long time, I’m happy I’m out of there now. but I think it helps to understand how the fandom thought and saw things as to how easy it was for things to spiral to the state it’s in now.

As old T used to sign off, - lovelovelove 💜

Brilliant post thanks KH!

#nat talks the konspiracy

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shsl-fluff · 4 years

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yo Im back 😔✌️ lmao I loved the way you did my fem baker so request! thanks for that! I know I'm quick to ask again already but you said you were willing to take requests for writing, right? lol could I do the v3 boys this time with a male s/o (or fem if you ain't comfortable with that) who's a reserve course student/is talentless? bonus if s/o is insecure about it like hajime was? 👉🏻👈🏻😳😣💞💞

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta didn't understand why you seemed a little upset whenever he hung out with his classmates with you.

You were insecure. There were a lot of kind students in his class who were way more talented than you, and even though you trusted Gonta, you were still a little afraid that he would fall for one of the other boys

(Or girls of course. Gonta was pansexual, and all the girls in his class seemed pretty and nice too)

You, Gonta, and a few of his friends (Oma, Saihara, Hoshi, and Shinguji) went out to eat one night together at a little diner

You were honestly getting anxious as they all talked about things oriented around their talents

Ryoma had gotten back into tennis after his long break, Shuichi had a new case he was working on, which Kokichi seemed to know way too much about, and Korekiyo had just gotten back from a trip.

As they all chatted about what they were amazing at, you were just silent

What did you really have to talk about that was just as cool as their misadventures?

So you stared at the floor until Gonta suddenly tapped your shoulder. Ryoma had gone out for a smoke break, Shuichi was absorbed in his notes, Korekiyo was in the bathroom, and Kokichi was Lord knows where

"(Y/N)? You look upset… did I do something wrong?" He looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes.

"You didn't do anything wrong… I just… don't feel like my topics are interesting? You're all ultimates and I'm just… me…"

"You are just you!" Gonta said joyfully "and Gonta just Gonta, and Ryoma is just Ryoma, and Kokichi is just Kokichi and-"

You cut him off. "No, that's not what I mean. I mean… I'm not special. You and your friends have so much status and skill and-"

"But that doesn't matter, Love bug"

It always made you bashful when he called you by that nickname

"Really?"

He nodded and kissed your forehead.

When the others came back, Gonta brought you into the conversation and got you talking

At first you were nervous, yet your worries melted as you got more involved in the conversation.

You just became one of the guys. Whether or not they were ultimates didn't matter.

When you all started to leave after eating, you overheard Saihara talking to his friend over the phone

"Yeah, I met Gontas' boyfriend. He really seems like a good fit for him, but I'm not great at romance… Either way, it's clear Gonta loves him."

That made you feel a lot more confident. That an ultimate thought you and Gonta were a good pair

Then again, Gonta was right. It didn't matter if they were ultimates or not.

Kiibo (K1-B0)

One of his friends, Miu, had been hanging around recently. She was the ultimate inventor, and was working on a big upgrade for Kiibo

You were starting to feel jealous about all the time he spent with her and not you.

You didn't think he would cheat or anything, it was just lonely without him.

But Kiibo couldn't tell. He was sort of oblivious to human emotions. It wasn't his fault, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Miu had set up a makeshift workshop in your room, because "Kiibos charging port was in there anyway"

Schoolwork was piling up, too. You found yourself working until you fell asleep on the couch.

You were lonely, stressed, and, to be honest, starting to get paranoid that Miu really had stolen your lover's metallic heart.

One day during studying you just cracked.

You broke down in tears, shaking.

You couldn't help it. You choked out Kiibos name.

"(Y/N?)" You heard him call.

"Wait I'm still working!" Miu called. He got up anyway and went to your side.

He put a cold hand on your back, accidentally causing a jolt of electricity.

"Sorry… Miu was working and wasn't fully done but I wanted to make sure you were-"

"I wish I could be like Miu," you said suddenly.

He went quiet in confusion.

"Like you or Miu or your classmates… ultimate robot, ultimate inventor, ultimate detective, ultimate magician… ultimate, ultimate, ultimate" you sobbed

"All I'm good at is being painfully average"

"That's not true!" Kiibo said quickly. "You're very special, to me at least…"

"I feel so lonely"

He went quiet. "Oh…"

Every time he touched you it shocked you. "Miu needs to fix that… it happened when she was working on the upgrades."

"How much longer?"

"Tomorrow, hopefully… I would hug you but I don't want to shock you…"

You managed a weak smile. "Thank you"

You heard him walking off, and then silence.

You managed to fall asleep after a while, and when you woke up, you were in bed.

Kiibo was holding you close in his arms, radiating a warm heat.

"Kiibo?"

"You're up? Morning" Kiibo responded. "Miu finished with her updates… I hope you don't mind, but my side of the bed is a charging port now… So we can sleep in the same bed together" he was going red.

"Really? You did those updates for me?"

He nodded slowly

You started to cry as he rubbed your back and started to radiate more heat.

"I love you"

"I love you, too"

Kaito Momota

You would never say it, but you were definitely jealous of the luminary of the stars

Even if only a little bit

You knew about what he had done to become an ultimate, and it made the jealousy increase

It normally was something you could keep under control. It must have taken a lot of talent to fool such a strict system, so he deserved getting in anyway, right?

One day he was ranting about his schoolwork and something in you just broke.

"Just… Stop… I know that you're an ultimate, Kaito. Please just stop talking about it" you muttered

He went. It was shocking for him to see you so upset all the sudden.

You started to cry suddenly. "I'm sorry… I'm being so mean" you whimpered.

"Don't be sorry." He said softly, putting a hand on your back.

He really cared about you, and didn't realize he had brought you over the edge.

"Hey, hey. It's getting dark out, how about we stargaze?"

You smiled and nodded.

Kokichi Ouma

Like with everyone else, Ouma would tease you a lot

Often, he would tease you about being a reserve course student.

You often would throw back a snarky reply to please him.

He didn't actually realize it hurt you.

One day after a particularly tiring shift at work, he threw a remark towards you.

"Hey, hey hey! How was your job?" Kokichi was hanging upside down on the couch. "Why can't you parents just pay for you, like how they paid for Hope's Peak for you?"

Normally, you would ignore it, but today you just couldn't.

You went uncomfortably quiet, clenching your fists and holding in tears as you marched into your room and closed the door

You flopped on the bed as the tears started to spill.

The door opened quietly.

"(Y/N)? The stuff I said about you… that was just a lie, ya know?"

You sobbed and shook your head.

"But you're right… I'm only here because of my stupid parents and their stupid money. That's the only reason I'm in Hopes Peak"

"(Y/N)?"

You didn't listen as you kept talking.

"I'm just a useless, talentless, reserve course student. I'm never going to get anywhere in life…"

"(Y/N)..."

"I'm just a dumb, privileged teen boy. I'm so stupid I'm so-"

"(Y/N)!" He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you as you cried.

"Hey, hey… you aren't just a nobody, (Y/N)"

"that's just a-"

"It's not a lie" his voice was so genuine.

You believed him this time.

"You know I love you, right? My boyfriend, my partner in crime, my best friend…"

He cupped your cheek as you nodded shakily.

"You know, you're my second in command for a reason. Because you're so smart. A lot smarter than a lot of the other ultimates."

You cuddled in silence for a while, until your boyfriend had to go.

Before leaving, he turned back to you with a stupid smirk

"Talentless reserve course student"

You stuck your tongue out at him

"Airhead ultimate"

Korekiyo Shinguji

A lot of reserve course students were victims of bullying, and you were one of them.

You knocked on your lovers door after school, sniffling. You knew he was home, ultimates could skip classes without much repercussions.

"Who is it?" You heard your lover ask from the other side of the door.

You sniffled softly and choked out a response. "Kiyo… it's me, (Y/N)."

He paused for a moment "oh, one moment" he sounded surprised to hear your cries.

He opened the door and wrapped his arms around you.

He wasn't big on hugs, so it definitely meant a lot.

"What's troubling you, my (Y/N)?"

You told him how some of the ultimates were harassing you, before you started sobbing so hard you couldn't speak

"Come here, sit down" he ushered you to the dining table and started to make you macha tea.

He set it down in front of you, sitting down across from you with a teacup of his own.

"How about I tell you another story, my love? Would that make you feel better?"

You nodded "I like your voice,…" you said between tears "it's comforting."

Heat rushed to his cheeks at the comment, but started to tell you about different Yokai, and what they reflected in society.

You listened as you drank your tea

"Kiyo?" You asked shakily as he finished talking about the futakuchi-onna.

"Can we cuddle? I-im sorry I know I'm being clingy but-"

"You aren't, dear. Let's go to my room"

He took your hand and guided you to his bed.

He wrapped you both up in blankets and pulled you on his lap.

"Can I-"

"You can play with my hair" he said before you could finish.

You smiled and ran your hands through his hair slowly. It was so soft and silky

It calmed you.

"You're so beautiful" he whispered in your ear.

"But… I'm not an ultimate" you mumbled

"And? Why would that make you any less beautiful?"

"I don't know but…"

He pulled down his mask and kissed you softly.

"You're an amazing boyfriend, (Y/N). Don't fret."

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro didn't remember his talent, so why would it matter to him if you were a reserve course student?

He knew it made you uncomfortable, so decided to simply not bring it up.

He would often have to leave for long periods of time, searching for his sisters.

When he did, he would bring you and his other friends tons of gifts

It felt like they often got similar things each time, linking back to their talents.

But you got an eclectic amount of gifts.

It felt nice that he thought if things you like that weren't just based on a title

"I found this owl shaped horn, and it reminded me of you" he said as you raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, it's interesting and cool! Isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is" you smiled and blew into it.

It made an owl like hoot.

He grinned at you, and you grinned back.

He suddenly pulled you into a hug

"I missed you, (Y/N)"

"Even though I'm not an ultimate like your friends?"

He frowned and kissed you softly.

"Of course."

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma was honestly jealous of you.

A lot of his problems started because of his ultimate.

He wished he could have been a normal guy like you, especially back in middle school...

But he would never tell you that

Not because he didn't trust you, but because he didn't want to remember her.

One day, you were both sitting on the couch, watching whatever stupid reality show that was on the TV.

You noticed something. All the people had their carriers or a defining part of their life under their name.

'Doctor, Mother, Soldier'

And then…

'Ex-student from Hope's Peak'

"I wish I could be an ultimate" you mumbled absently. "Once you're admitted to that school, you're set for life, huh? Fame, money, job opportunities…"

Ryoma suddenly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

"I wish I could stop being an ultimate" he muttered. He wasn't mad, not at all. Just crying to stop himself from crying.

"I'm sorry, Ryoma" you said softly. You knew when to stop.

"Can I… tell you about what happened?"

You always knew something happened. You knew your boyfriend was on death row at one point, but that his legal team had fought endlessly for him to be released on parole.

"Yeah, if it'd make you feel better, Ryoma"

He said everything, the tennis matches, the spell of anger before defeating his final appointment. The fear. Hiding. When she was found.

He broke down in tears. He couldn't help it, it was just too much to go back to.

You pulled him into a kind embrace and rubbed his back.

"I love you, (Y/N)" he sobbed softly. "You're a wonderful boyfriend. You're so great" he hiccuped.

It was rare for him to let his emotions out like this, and it was clear he had so much bundled up.

You held him close and kept comforting him.

It really meant the world to him.

Shuichi Saihara

You and Shuichi didn't talk much about him being an ultimate.

But it was definitely always on your mind

He had to work for hours on end on the most difficult cases due to his title as the Ultimate detective.

He'd work until he fell asleep at his desk. And then go right back to working.

It made you feel lonely.

It was like his title mattered more than his boyfriend.

One day when he was working, you wrapped your arms around him. "Shuichi? Could you please take a day off?" You mumbled softly in his ear.

He went red. "I would, but I'm-"

"So close to finishing that case, I know… but if you took a break and looked at it from a new perspective, I'm sure you'd get out of this rut"

He hesitated slightly.

"And I miss spending time with you"

That convinced him.

You both cuddled on the couch and put on a cheesy movie.

It was nice for him to take a day with his lover. He really needed that break

#justweebsworld #note: tag this tomorrow once i get sleep

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chllandfangs · 4 years

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welcome to forks, brady fuller. the population just gained another shapeshifter. I suppose a lot of us will know you as the day dreamer, your vibe is all about chick flicks with barbecue potatoes chips, five mile “fun“ runs in the rain, and stolen smores at bonfires. I heard you have no ability … interesting. When you’re not being a student, you’ll always be found at movie manner. I’m sure the uley pack will be pleased to know you’ve been here for eighteen years, as we all are !!

born on 3 october 2002 to loving, nurturing (and liberal) parents, brady grew up unashamed of his own emotions and was nicknamed by his family as the cry baby. he loved disney movies and chick flicks and often cried to them. his excessive crying bothered his father a bit, but he didn’t take offense to it until he tried to take his legally blonde dvd away from him.

(he had a thing for the strong blonde woman who shut down another with hair products information lol)

for the longest time, brady was a pacifist and refused to fight unless he needed to. he had fought before he shifted a total of maybe ~ nine fights. he won half of those, lost the half of the others (granted his cousins beat their asses for beating brady’s ass)

you can call him a bit of a slacker and “not there”. often he wouldn’t do his homework in school and spend most class periods staring out the window or on his phone. it took him years later to realised his love for writing and movies and replaced staring out the window to writing stories and watching movie clips in class.

often he would get in trouble, and almost always he never failed to tear up as he got yelled at.

when brady is stressed, he likes to go running in the rain. the droplets of water always felt nice, and the harder the rain, the longer he chose to run. his last human run was of course scary for the boy and he ran in circles trying to figure out:

why he was a wolf

why he couldn’t walk on his back legs &

why he was hearing voices in his head.

it wasn’t long for sam to find him, but it also didn’t take long for sam to be annoyed by brady. essentially the alpha had to deal and teach this pacifist kid how to be a wolf of la push.

at first, brady refused to be part of the pack and even tried to tell his parents about it. when his parents didn’t believe him and his wolf kept coming out, he ended up going back to the uley household.

he grew close to colin, the other new shifter that he trained with, but maintained a distance from the rest of the pack until he first handed saw what the vampires could do. by that point, brady started to really listen to his pack about the vampires leeches and their ideas started to became his own as well.

brady has a bias against vampires and doesn’t like them. he has a stress ball made from really thick ingredients to play with when he’s in school and around them

he is bothered by how much he enjoys killing vampires, granted the vampires he’s killed were murderers, he still doesn’t like violence.

he goes to fork university as undeclared. he is in between film and english and taking classes within both majors to flesh out whichone is his forte.

he chose to stay with uley’s pack ‘cause he doesn’t know how he feels about working with the cullens and like the rest of the pack, he’d just rather not.

pack dynamics: brady is the pup in the pack that sings tiktok songs in their telepathic connection and tries to get the pack to do tiktoks with him in the woods during patrol times.

“come on! sam won’t notice silence for a minute. it’s a simple dance! -- or you can stay in wolf mode and pretend to attack me!”

yo imagine if brady got gay thoughts and his pack had to see it LOL

he is still a pain in the ass to uley pack probably cause he has selective hearing and will go off on storyline ideas in his head when they’re talking to him. he gets yelled often to stop day dreaming while on patrol.

i wrote brady as homosexual on my page, but i’m gonna make him homoflexible.

oh also, brady loves junk food that’s all he eats. aha.

#frksintro #bf:intro

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softstraykidsimagines · 6 years

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Boyfriend!I.N (Jeongin)

MASTERLIST

WOOT WOOT

Little Jeongin!

This is gonna be so damn fluffy watch out

Here we go!!!

Ok so Jeongin is shy at the best of times

So God help this poor child while he has a crush on you

He won’t even be able to talk to you properly

Most likely runs away whenever he gets embarrassed

Which is very often

Just

Can’t function

If one of the members even try the subject of his crush on you when you’re in the room

He lets instinct take over

And he dolphin screams to distract everyone

As people look in his direction

Because he is hella loud

He’ll scream again and die on the inside

Why can’t I think straight with y/nnnnn

He’d be so frustrated with himself

He’ll probably mentally slap himself every other second when he talks to you

Why did you say that? What is y/n gonna think of you?! IDIOT

I highly doubt he’d confess to you himself

At least in person

One of the members probably told you

So you went to see him

And scared the bejesus out of him when you asked if it was true

But he eventually nodded and confessed and VERY quietly asked you out this baby my God save him

To which you OBVIOUSLY said yes

And he probably jumped around happily to your response

Tried to stay cool, because he is Mature™

But as soon as you were not around he’d scream with happiness and run around because he is a ball of energy and he’s gonna explode

He’s whipped, your grace

Dates with Jeongin

Is it really such a mystery?

So so SO soft

His first date with you was going to a carnival

Because he made it his new goal in life to win you a stuffed toy

And win your heart forever

Little did he know that had already happened

Got really grouchy when he didn’t win anything

But immediately felt better when you both had something to eat who doesn’t feel better with food?

Forgot how to human when the date came to an end

And you kissed him on the cheek

Half as a joke, he collapsed onto the ground in a heap of giggles not really a joke it was genuine

He was, at that moment, the happiest boy to walk the planet

You can probably guess that this kid is too shy for PDA

But he’s all for hand holding wherever you two go

He really loves to swing your arms back and forth like children cause that’s what you are

Sometimes will peck your cheek if he’s feeling bold

If you initiate skinship out and about, he’s gonna turn a dark shade of red

But will hold in his squeal thank goodness

If the members tease him for being shy

Because where’s the lie

He’ll greet you and become insanely clingy

If you ask him why he won’t tell you

“I just really really really wanted to hug you”

“Jeongin you’ve been clinging onto me for 10 minutes, are you okay? And what if the boys tease you”

“They won’t I’m proving a point”

“Say what?!”

First kiss.

You’d think it’d be you who would have to make the first move right?

Wrong.

So freaking wrong

Because realise: once he makes his mind up about something, Jeongin carries his decision through to the end

And he decided to make a certain evening walk in the park very special

You were walking around, and it had gotten dark, only a few street lamps lit your way

You were both talking about absolute nonsense, laughing at each others jokes etc

And then he suddenly became very serious

“Can I ask you a favour? It’s really important to me…”

You got kinda nervous, because when was the last time Jeongin managed to keep a strait face like that?

From his pocket he pulled out a chain bracelet, with a pretty but subtle pattern on it. “Can you wear this? For me? And whenever you’re sad, or scared, look at it and think of me, and I can protect you”.

You were absolutely dumbstruck, so you just quietly let him out the bracelet on

You were about to cry as well

He showed you a second one which he had on his own wrist. “I want this to be something special between us”

And then he siezes the moment

And connects his lips with yours

Very gently

He kisses you so delicately, like you’re made of ice, about to break

When you part, he smiles softly

And starts walking again, calmly

Making you stand there confused af

Like where tf is shy Jeongin? Who is this?

Spoiler alert, it’s I.N, not soft Jeongin

Oh lord prepare yourself before meeting the rest of SKZ

Physically and mentally

Knowing them they’ll probably try to lift you up and get you to crowd surf

While still teasing the Maknae

They’ll be so protective of you, just like with Jeongin

You have become family, don’t doubt that for half a second

You are also now in charge of being the mood lifter for Jeongin

And his reassurance

Especially if he’s sick

Because he gets really tired whenever he so much as catches a cold, because he refuses to stop working and rest common sense who?

And when he’s tired, he thinks way more negatively

You were once alone with him in the practice room, and he was trying to improve a few moves to a really difficult choreography

For a while he kept smiling like the child he is, staying positive

But after trying over and over, having to catch his breath from fatigue, having trouble breathing from a blocked nose, he still couldn’t get the moves right

And out of pure exhaustion and frustration, he burst into tears no judging I’ve had this it’s painful

You immediately went over and hugged him tightly, reassuring him and calming him down

You both sat together on the floor, until he wasn’t upset anymore, but you still refused to let him practice after that

You took him home and looked after him until he passed out that night

The members were confused af as well

“What’s wrong with Jeongin?”, asked Chan, being his usual protective-leader self

You replied simply because you didn’t want to upset the other boys. “He got frustrated at the dance he’s learning, and was exhausting himself, so I dragged him home to sleep...”

They were all really grateful the you were looking after Jeongin so well, and their love for you with the Maknae you only grew

Now this boy is not at all afraid of speaking his mind

So you two basically leave everything out in the open

No secrets

If one of you is pissed at the other, you will freaking say that you’re pissed at them

You don’t hold back

So then you can both talk rather freely about why you might be pissed

Basically what I’m saying is that fights are super rare

Because they don’t even get a chance to start when you two are so open with each other

So at most you bicker over food

But there are times

Like I said, insanely rarely

Jeongin doesn’t tell you how much he’s struggling

He doesn’t want to seem like he’s complaining too much so he stays quiet about his worries about being an idol

It’s a bit like his situation during The 9th: he doesn’t want to burden anyone about feeling down, so he keeps a bright smile on his face

You kinda sense that there’s something up, but he convinces you for a long time that he is totally fine

But when it becomes too much

Being tired, frustrated, stressed and worked to the bone, and he still hasn’t said anything to anyone

He’ll break and yell at you over something not even worth yelling about

It’ll shock you so much that you’ll flinch away from him

He won’t just yell at you

He’ll yell about how tired he is, about how unfair he thinks it is that he can’t learn a dance as quickly as anyone else

He’ll yell about everything and nothing

You understand quickly that he’s letting of steam, getting it all off his chest

So once he’s quiet again, breathing heavily, crying silently

You’ll hug him gently, and reassure him that you’re there no matter what and that he can ramble and complain all he wants with you

NO MORE ANGST IM OUTTA HERE

He tries to force you to watch Mukbang, until you threaten him that you’ll secretly feed him black beans

You both love blasting Bruno Mars in the dorms, driving SKZ up the wall as you sing at the top of your lungs

He’ll try to teach to sing trot like him

But you both know that you’ll never be as good at singing it as him

He loves texting you whenever he has a spare half-second

He always gets in trouble with the other members because as soon they stop what they're doing, he's off to get his phone

“Where did Jeongin go”, asked Woojin. “He was here a second ago...”

Chan sighed. “I can take a guess. JEONGIN PUT THAT DAMN PHONE DOWN!”

He uses his Maknae Influence™ to get our of trouble lol

You both like to try and cook together

Doesn't really work

You usually end up making a mess

Or if you’re baking something

Like cookies

You'll end up eating all the batter before it even reaches the oven

Stray Kids will be deprived of cookies RIP

When you suggest him meeting your family

He gets super nervous

But refuses to show it

You'll kind of pick up on his attitude

The way he answers questions on the matter so directly and seriously

But you're too kind and high-key impressed to point it out

But when he does meet your fam he's super smiley and actually seems genuinely comfortable

You on the other hand

Get hella stressed when you're supposed to meet his parents

Will they approve?

Will his brothers like you?

As soon as you voice your concerns to Jeongin

He hugs you, reassuring you that they'll all adore you

He couldn't have been more right

His parents are so so sweet and love you from the word go

Both his brothers love you just as much

Especially his younger brother, who just idolises you

It’s so cute

You immediately exchange contacts and stay in touch

Jeongin ended up making a group chat with you and his bros because he was so excited that you got on so well

His favourite thing to do in the evening with you is just watch a random show

From a K-Drama to a weird comedy neither of had ever seen

He just likes relaxing with you, usually with your legs draped over his lap

Probably screamed the first time you walked over wearing one of his jumpers

“ISN'T THAT MINE?”

“Oh, sorry I'll go put it back...”

“DON'T YOU EVEN DARE I LOVE IT”

Low-key snuck his hoodies into your closet just so he could see you wear them

But as soon as you brought it up

He'd refuse to give any answer on the matter

“What are you talking about? You must have stolen them yourself, thief”.

“Alright, I'll give them back, then”.

“No no, you stole them, so you must keep them”

“... Right”

The first time he said 'I love you’ resembled your first kiss

He had thought about it and planned it out

The plan didn't really work

He'd meant to cook something for you

And watch your favourite movie

And surprise you by just saying ‘I love you’ casually

But he messed up dinner

Accidentally spilled too much salt into the dish

So instead ordered takeout from your favourite place

Then

Just because the universe was against him, for some unknown reason, the movie wouldn't work

So you ended up watching something else

And he was about to give up and plan for another day

But it just kinda slipped out?

“I'm sorry I couldn't make this a perfect night”, he said, dejected. “I wish I could just... easily show you how much I love you...”

Sort of panicked after he said it

He started stuttering while trying to explain himself

Until you kissed him to shut him up

Telling him that you loved him too

And that's how he had a happiness heart attack

This bean will go public after a couple of years

He posted a photo of you smiling brightly in a cafe

With a simple caption: 'Love you so much’

Now naturally the internet is gonna die because hello?

Little baby Jeongin is dating?!

But after a few hours of commotion there's gonna be something unexpected

People will recognise you

From clips in SK TALKER

They'd seen the two of you

Just barely within the view of the camera

Messing around and playing a bunch of games to pass the time

Some had naturally insisted that you two were dating

But you were mostly just written off as Jeongin’s best friend who had come to see him a few times backstage

But now that he had officially announced your relationship

There were A LOT of people saying 'I told you so’ on the internet

Whoops

Low-key, kpop fandoms area group of mini Sherlock Holmes’

He becomes so happy at the very mention of your name

Low-key hopes in every convo that someone will bring you up

Just so that he can talk about you nonstop

He talks a lot about you

SKZ always get a real earful

Especially when they’re away

He'll never stop talking about you which pisses pretty much everyone off

His coping mechanism for being away from you is just to recap a bunch of his favourite moments with you

So naturally anyone within earshot of him will hear a bunch of cute stories about you two

Right up until the moment he sees you again

Thank heavens the rest of SKZ will say as they watch the Maknae crush you in a hug, giggling excitedly

All in all, you two have a soft af relationship

With lots of giggles, cuddles surprisingly, and a lot of love

Can I please just get a Jeongin??

There we go! That concludes my soft-ass day!

Now, I’m going away on holiday (sooner than I thought I would), but that’s not gonna stop me from writing! There’ll just be a few posts that won’t be on the Masterlist for a while. But as soon as I get access to any computer, I’ll update the Masterlist :)

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #imagine #kpop imagines #jeongin #jeongin imagines #yang jeongin #stray kids jeongin #JYP #jyp entertainment #scenario #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #jeongin scenario #boyfriend

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chogiweol · 6 years

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lovely boy, criminal!baekhyun

anon asked: Hi~ are you still taking requests? If so, uh can I please get like this bulletpoint thingy with Criminal!Baekhyun? Where she’s his ‘partner in crime’ or smth (lol idek) and she acts like she doesnt like him yet he still falls in love with her super hard and starts to woo her and they end up dating?? (its based on a fic I read and yeah lol) Thank you<3

genre: drama, fluff

author’s note: i don’t condone any violence or illegal activities. i’ll be writing and posting all requests today xx i hope you enjoyed this, anon. take a shot everytime i say ‘you’ in this list.

red and blue lights flashed onto baekhyun's features

he stood still, as if he was in a sort of trance

which pissed you off.

the police were here, the jewelry was slipping between your fingers as you began to run towards him, the sirens and the pawn shop's alarm gave you a headache, you were both on the verge of getting caught and arrested; the cops could probably see baekhyun’s face in the lights.

you were livid and he knows that

so why was he just standing there and staring at you like you weren’t about to get arrested?

“RUN.”

he finally snapped out of his daydream, his legs carrying him besides you while you two ran for your freedom, the diamond and gold jewlery stuffed away in your coat pockets.

it was a close call, but you were able to pull baekhyun into a tight alleyway, the police soon giving up once it became too late in the night.

another close call because of him.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why do you keep doing this to us? do you remember who’s idea this was? it was yours.” your tone was acid, you were ready to leave this entire life behind.

baekhyun sensed your tension, after being your roomate for two and a half years; he knew you better than your own parents did.

he got scared, he couldn’t do this without you.

“I’m sorry, I promise it won’t happen again...I just..got distracted.” he mumbled out, his head low while he played with the stolen diamond necklace that dangled from his pretty fingers. he looked pathetic, this wasn’t the usual baekhyun that reeked of confidence.

the two of you became roomates in a cramped apartment, you were both fresh out of college and praying that these unpaid internships would get you somewhere fast.

neither of you wanted to steal or sell illegalities, but you both had a taste for better things, beautiful things, and you both had student loans to pay off, you had bills to pay..

you came from a decent place but being so far away without contact to your parents was hard, baekhyun came from a wealthy family but for some unknown reason to you, he has been disowned and he was much too prideful to crawl back to ask for help.

so after a talk at two in the morning, baekhyun proposed the idea.

you were behind on rent, you had to do it. so it was done.

it wasn’t long after this talk and the first robbery you two commited together that baekhyun began to recognize his feelings for you,

he wanted you to be his partner in crime but he also wanted to provide for you forever,

so between the robberies and the internship; he took another job that payed alright, and he put all that money towards you.

he’d buy you snacks or sweets he saw walking to work, or he’d take you out on dates or to restaurants that you were looking at through the windows. he also saved a lot of it, for a rainy day.

you didn’t not like him, you were actually very fond of him. it’s like the two of you were some watered-down version of bonnie and clyde.

you may have feelings for him but for the sake of a successful robbery or deal, you had to act like an asshole before you got too soft for the boy.

these feelings came up when somebody recognized baekhyun from college and they caught up, going to the nearest coffee shop without you.

you were left standing alone in the middle of the street, a flash of anger boiled through your veins and hot tears pricked your eyes.

you tried to say it was caused by stress and frustration from your new job, but it’s because you were jealous.

the internships did pay off and you both got good entry-level pay, baekhyun got a little extra since he had worked that secret job for a while.

you were both able to keep up on bills and rent, paying off your debts little by little with enough leftover for comfort, which meant that the crimes came to a stop,

which meant you didn’t get to spend as much time as you used to with baekhyun, especially since he’s been so busy with his new job and newer girlfriend. you didn’t like her, she treated baekhyun terribly. (or so you thought she did,) you could treat him much better and you’ll stand by that fact until he finally lets you.

in truth, you missed him and the adrenaline rush he gave you whenever he touched you or tried to make you laugh when you were upset, how he looked at you and how he took care of you.

he always tried to impress you with stupid little things and you missed having all his attention; the crimes brought you closer because it was a mutual secret, your little activity.

this became your daily burden, you carried the weight of your guilts and doubts, you became upset with yourself for not showing him enough love or not appreciating him when he should’ve been.

no, you weren’t the best with your words so trying to explain to him that you missed him wasn’t going to go well..so you wrote him a letter that explained how you were feeling and you left it on his bed before you had to go off to work.

“...byun baekhyun...i know i haven’t shown you love like you deserve all the time, i know about your second job...and all the things you do for me, i appreciate them. they make me happy, you make me happy. i want to make you happy but i don’t...know how. please tell me how, if i’m enough for you. i miss you and our late night crimes, in that way we’re married together by our secrets..one day, though, i want to be married to you in a different way..”

baekhyun’s jaw and heart dropped when he read that. he felt like he was floating while his now ex-girlfriend screamed at him through the phone; he was finally going to have you in his arms when you got off of work.

he stayed up and waited; you had got piled with paperwork that needed to be filled out and it seemed like it just kept coming.

he prepared food for the two of you and a movie, blankets and soft pillows laid out on the floor in front of the television.

you were pleasantly surprised once you got home, to say the least.

baekhyun was staring at you with wide eyes, his smile illuminating the room. “I read your note..” he clicked his tongue as he continued to speak, his voice teasing and playful. “..it was really cheesy but it made me happy, just like you wanted..” he pulled you a little closer, laying his forehead against yours with a dorky grin. “..and if we’re married by our sins then I guess that makes you my wife? that sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

who was the cheesy one now?

thank goodness for the dark room, you looked like a beet.

he hummed, delighted when you agreed with him. “then you won’t mind sitting down to this movie with me? I can’t finish all this food on my own..” your giggles echoed through his head and he instantly cuddled up to you once you were settled beside him, liking the way these three years turned out.

#baekhyun #exo baekhyun #byun baekhyun #exo reaction #exo au #exo fanfic #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo chanyeol #exo chen #exo kai #exo kyungsoo #exo lay #exo sehun #exo suho #exo minseok

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rivetgoth · 6 years

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Updates on Ogre!

So the news is spreading farther and wider at this point; Bill Leeb, Dave “Rave” Ogilvie, the official Cold Waves Facebook page, and elsewhere have all talked about it or shared the info with their followers as have a number of media outlets/news sources that actually bother to cover industrial music, but here’s the info we have on Ogre now for those still in the dark, because I realized a surprisingly large amount of people seemed to be using my posts for coverage lol. And I think a comprehensive post for worried fans is a good idea to ease any further concerns.

Firstly, you can find a news site with information, as well as the video in which Ogre himself announced the broken jaw during the show, right here via Release Music Magazine. But for those who want the basics—

1. Ogre was attacked by supposedly a random assailant. There’s other info floating around about potential “causes” (NONE of which were Ogre’s fault), but it seems most likely that it was just a robbery. I’ve heard reports that his phone was stolen. He was punched in the face and knocked out.

2. Floyd the merch guy caught the attacker, who was arrested. Ogre was taken to the emergency room, he came to in the ambulance. He has a hairline fracture in his jaw, going all the way through.

3. He still got on stage and performed! Those who didn’t know about the incident because they weren’t on Facebook or had missed the info before it was taken down earlier reportedly had no idea; he was at the top of his game and the show was great, from what I hear. I didn’t watch any of the bootlegs because I’m avoiding spoilers, but I did watch the video where Ogre himself announced at the end of the show that he had indeed gone to the emergency room with a fractured jaw only hours before. He wore his hospital tag on stage!

4. Justin Bennett was contacted via PM and asked if things were okay and according to him, yes, things are alright and the shows are still on!

It’s a stressful and very very upsetting time for Ogre’s fans, everyone seems mostly past the point of being scared since we now know he’s okay and are just very angry and sad that it happened. He’s an angel and absolutely doesn’t deserve this and I just hope for a quick and easy recovery with lots and lots of relaxation and rest. The fact that not only is he continuing on with the tour but that he was able to get on stage and perform the same DAY that it happened is unreal. But medical bills aren’t cheap and he’s enduring a great deal of pain to deliver quality performances to his fans and continue on at all costs, so if you’re able to, please please do support the band monetarily. Ogre does all of this as a labor of love for his fans, he makes little profit when touring. He said in a recent interview he made almost NOTHING from the last two tours, and the cost of the VIP was given back directly to the roadies and the fans themselves in the form of the cake and drinks that he bought at almost every meetup.

Here’s ohGr’s PledgeMusic store, the official store for the merchandise from the 2017 tour, and the official Skinny Puppy store. You can also buy general admission tickets to his remaining shows here, and VIP tickets and upgrades here! If you can make it to a show, make sure you give the merch guy a tip too!

#soft hooting

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evilandleafless · 7 years

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can u do all of them??? Or just the ones u haven't answered yet OR 1-25 IDK U PICK

This is a very “choose your own” path you’ve given me so all it is

1. What type of criminal would you be?

Honestly I’d probably sell drugs because it’s easy lol

2. What are you listening to right now?

Well I can hear my sister watching Family Guy on Netflix so does that count?

3. If you had to choose a stripper name, what would it be?

This one’s hard because it’d have to be something gender neutral so how about Slim Thicc cause i’m skinny but something else isn’t ;)

4. If your phone started ringing, who would you hope is calling?

One of these lovelies: @shhhbabydontspeak, @ununhexium, @straightasafreakingcircle or @the-facade-is-breaking

5. Do you drink?

Yeah but i’d rather smoke

6. Do you smoke?

Occasionally but not cigs

7. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

Their personality

8. Do you get attached easily?

It depends but usually yes

9. Do you like your eye color?

Yeah but I wish they has more blue

10. Have any stupid human tricks?

When I was younger I used to be able to bend my leg and “hook” it under my rib cage … maybe that’s why my knee is fucked

11. Humor me. What physical ideal do you imagine in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner?

Preferably someone who is shorter than me so I’ll feel more masculine but that’s all

12. What type of personality traits do you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner?

Someone who is kind to their friends and family, funny, generous, and likes similar things as me

13. Any other essential quirks/interests/other you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner?

Don’t be a dick or a trump supporter, both no nos

14. Any romantic gestures you really like?

I like small things: handmade gifts, letters, etc.

Also @shhhbabydontspeak got me tickets to my favorite play (Phantom) for our 1 yr and that really showed me that she listens to me so that was rad

15. Any sexual fantasies? Are you daring enough to share one?

School girl #notashamed

16. Have you ever been in love?

Falsely yes but I currently am

17. Do you have a crush/romantic interest in anyone?

I guess I kinda dig @shhhbabydontspeak (but don’t tell her)

18. What’s your sexual orientation (if you feel comfortable answering)?

Gay? Straight? Depends how you see my gender

19. What’s your favorite color and why?

I love most colors but definitely blue because it just always has been idk

20. What was your most embarrassing moment?

BOY DO I HAVE A LOT. One i’ll actually share is this time in elementary school where I went to take off my hoodie at recess and my entire shirt came off in front of my crush

21. Do you ever wish you were someone else?

Yes

22. What were you like when you were a kid?

Probably really fuckin annoying so i’m surprised I still have friend from those times (Shout out to @ununhexium the truest hoe)

23. What would your dream house be like?

It’d either be a beach house or a log cabin in the woods with lots of lights, animals, antiques and photography

24. What last made you laugh?

My sister SCREAMING about some sports guys

25. Do you have a place you like to go to collect your thoughts?

When I need to de-stress I usually take my camera and go to a garden near my house alone. Really helps clear my thoughts and focus on what I need to

26. What is your favorite/least favorite word?

Favorite: Shurb Least: Moist

27. What turns you on?

A lot of things

28. What turns you off?

Not much

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

No and probably never will cause of body dysphoria

30. Would you go bungee jumping/sky diving if given the chance?

Hell yes

31. Do you have any siblings?

Only one sista

32. Do you like to dance?

YES but i’m so horrible I look like a white dad when I dance

33. What is your definition of cheating?

Anything done sexually with someone else without the consent of your partner

34. Have you ever stolen anything?

Do 3D glasses count? Then yes, tons of times

35. Do you regret anything?

Yes but I try not to because my experiences have made me who I am

36. Do you have any phobias?

I don’t like spiders … sometimes clowns

37. Ever broken any bones?

No but almost

38. Ever come close to death?

I’ve been in situations where death could’ve been the worst outcome so maybe?

39. What is your religion/spirituality, if any?

I’m not sure what I believe in but I do pray to a god so Christian??

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist?

No but I should

41. Are looks important in a relationship?

No, I love with my heart not my eyes

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad?

I am a mini carbon copy of my father, almost to a T

43. What is your favorite season?

I love fall because of pants and hoodies

44. Do you have any tattoos?

Yep! Of my moms handwriting (and she has mine)

45. Do you have any piercings?

I have both my ears pierced, my cartilage, and my nose done

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

2 boyfriends and 4 girlfriends, the boys don’t even count in my opinion cause I never kissed them

47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

Maybe … Not that I can think of

48. What is your favorite thing to do?

Go on adventures with the squad (@shhhbabydontspeak, @ununhexium, @straightasafreakingcircle and the newest edition @the-facade-is-breaking)

49. If you could only visit one place outside of your hometown, where would it be?

I wanna say Disney because I love Disney but either Stonehenge or Mount Rushmore

50. Do you get jealous easily?

I used to get extremely jealous but I’ve been working on it

#about me #frens

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nerdystrawberries1489-blog · 7 years

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Updates

Right now its 11:06 pm. I just woke up from a 3 hours nap and just did all the notes for tomorrow...well majority of them bc my coresident added another patient today..uggh! But happy i got all the notes done because tomorrow I have clinic in the morning and then I am oncall and I wanna round on all these patients before I go to clinic so when I come back I just have to worry about consults. I am so excited I only have remaining of this week and up until next Friday of Floors and I am officially done with my first years of floors!!! I AM SO HAPPY! First one to finish 3 months of brutal floor and taking care of patient. I think I did a decent job handling and I think my census was a kick ass compare to everyone...at least thats what so call co residents have told me. Anyways march has been going well for most part, things have been good and I always have been having good luck on my side. Been slightly improving managing patient and handling stressful situation. I just want this month to end and next month to begin because guess what??!!! Hummus gets 2 weeks vacation finally after her last vacation being in September/October! I’m so excited...this would be a legit 2 weeks vacation. First week will be to DISNEY WORLD!!!! I AM SO EXCITED bc I am going all OUT! LIKE ALL OUT! LITERALLY! Spend 2 Grand on this vacation and I am gonna enjoy it because not sure when can I will enjoy it later. I feel like my life would be changing soon so might as well live the moment. So far everything is booked for this vacation including resort, tickets, tours, flight..etc you name it it is done!!! And today I also think I got my magic band in the mail...I am waiting to open it with Jaan when he gets home. The only thing I gotta do is start packing but I am holding off bc it’s a bit early...I still have 2 weeks. My second week will be spend at Houston, Texas with family..which I am having second thoughts bc parents are just being annoying. I am praying things will blow over regarding marriage stuff they are worried about. They don’t know when I am coming in april and part of me wants to back out LOL, but I know I need to go home and visit them bc they aren’t gonna come see me. So I Will have to be a tough cookie and make the visit and hope things are okay. But yes very looking forward to my vacation, bc it is much needed. I just know it will suck coming back to NYC and getting back to work. I mean after 2 weeks of staying away from work drama and stress it’s tough. Not looking forward to it, but I am excited to be so close in finishing first year. I think it went fast so far and I heard these 3 years fly by quickly maybe because I am constantly running around like crazy headless chicken at times. Anyways just want it to move faster so I can live my life. Only thing that bugging me right now with work is getting all my numbers so I can be worried free...just don't wanna be struggling with numbers until the end like few of the second years right now. I know it’s not a competition but you know what I mean. I know I will graduate and get my number but I do want to be the very few ones to be finished ASAP. I just want to have my life with flexibility as I go on next few years.

Work has overall been okay...just been moving along each day and taking one day at time. April will be my month in OR which I will miss 2 weeks of OR cases which hummus is a bit sad about bc there goes my number which will be stolen. And following month will be spend driving to NUMC and Southside which hummus not looking forward to at all bc those assholes will start just giving me the responsibility to handle bc I will slowly transition to that hospital for second year...so I guess hummus should just learn everything and get use to it. Plus hopefully will get numbers there too. And then June will be back at Forest Hills where I will be off service doing ID which basically is an easy month as of right now and I am looking forward to ending my first year. I would’t mind taking few days off in June. Also have 3 more days to use from my personal day which I will use in May. So yeah the first year is ending and I am excited and nervous at same time because I just hope it gets easier, but I have a feeling second year maybe little tough on me since its gonna be lot driving, but hopefully Allah will help me get through and by third year calls will be less too so life will be easy. I just wanna be done!!! Anyways work drama is same old, drama here and there and you know stupid comments made all around. Just can’t spend time writing that here bc it will go on and on. I just take things from one ear and let it go from the other ear. My goal each day to make it alive by 5 pm and leave. As long as I do my responsibility noone can be upset with me.

I am waiting for Jaan to respond to me. I know Jaan is upset with me and things are little bit off since Monday. It is hummus fault bc she can’t handle her drinks. I am sorry Jaan I have no self aware and I have decided I will no longer drink. This made it official that my disney trip will be completely innocent too cause I be all alone and I don't want to do something stupid I regret when I have noone watching me. I think I just don't realize when drink hit me hard...I have very low tolerance and I think I have no self control. I know you are upset with me and I have disappointed you and I will handle myself better from now on. Please have fate in me and Ill be more responsible. I don't want this to ruin our relationship. And I know things have been up and down with my parents slowly getting involved in my marriage issues, but plz ignore them. They are just paranoid and worried which I understand but they can’t do much except pester me. I will do what hummus do best is run away if they don't listen to me. I will be honest been avoiding my mom and just text her. Just don't want to talk to her bc now days she doesn’t let go for some reason. I am so shock that we are coming towards completing our first year together...it so crazy how its gonna be a year. I think it went by so quick Jaan! I hope we have many more years to together and hopefully still be part of you life. I know our future is still up in the air and things may not be as what we want but I want you to know I AM SO GRATEFUL TO BE PART OF YOU LIFE THUS this far and want to be part of it for next 70 years or more =P! I LOVE YOU A LOT!! Yay you finally called and I was so happy listening to your voice and you make me smile and laugh and yes I know you are still upset with me but it still make me giggly inside when I talk to you! Sorry Jaan I haven't been around as usual. I know your tired of my schedule and my habits...but I am doing my best to nap and be rested so we can spend time together. And I want to stay up tonight and help you study if you would let me and give you company. I LOVE YOU A LOT!! And I wish I was there monday night to help you but I am very sorry I was out of it. Please forgive me jaan!

You are right...writing helps me feel better. I think I just haven’t written on tumblr bc I have this overwhelming feeling inside me bc I have no idea where to start. I feel so much happens in my life at times, I just don't wanna talk about it or deal with it or there so much I wanna say but I just can't write it out and I wanna write out all my thoughts. Like my mind is running crazy. Even right now I feel like there so much I wanna talk about but I can't fully bc my mind is crazy. I wanna go into details about things that have happen, but I feel like thoughts are just jumbled or my memory sucks and I don't remember things unless someone brings up.

Anyways I do feel a lots better!!! Thank You Jaan!!! FOR EVERY THING YOU DO FOR ME! I LOVE YOU A LOT!!! MUAAAH!!!! Now gonna talk to you on the phone!

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sapphylicious · 7 years

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Time for the B1A4 con report! First off, let me just say it was TOTALLY WORTH IT, but as soon as @cactuarneedles and I arrived back in KC at midnight we were like, “Let’s never go to California again.” It was that kind of trip.

First off, our connecting flight in Denver was delayed. Not by a lot, but in retrospect that set the tone for the rest of the weekend. We still managed to arrive in SF on Saturday around noon, checked in at the hotel, and then got ramen for lunch in Japantown. It’s been, oh, 11 years since I was last in SF for Hyde’s Faith tour, and wandering around Japantown was a bit nostalgic. I wanted to buy All The Things but couldn’t have fit anything else into my carry-on except a Pusheen shirt I ended up getting just because. Also, makeup remover, since I forgot to bring any and didn’t realize until I was putting on my eyeliner (very, very carefully). The salesperson in Kpop Beauty liked my Big Bang hoodie lol.

We were running out of energy fast since we’d been up since 4am Central, so we went back to the hotel and ordered in for dinner. I slept as I usually do in new places, which is to say, not well, but I managed not to be too tired on Sunday.

As for Sunday.

Well.

It was raining all morning, and we’d bought umbrellas the day before at CVS, so we were like. The bare minimum of prepared. We also bought some trash bags to sit on. It was in the 50s but felt like it was in the 40s, and there was some wind, so overall it was a cold, wet, miserable experience. I’ve queued in line when it was colder (Akanishi Jin’s Yellow Gold tour in NYC in November was hella cold) but a) I was younger then, and b) I wasn’t being rained on. So Janel and I discovered our Too Old For This Shit threshold. If we hadn’t been close to the front of the line we probably would have said fuck it and stayed in the hotel room all day.

We took a break for lunch at a Vietnamese place where I was able to stop shivering for a while, and stayed there as long as we felt was reasonable. We’re not fans of the “claim a spot in line and then fuck off for the rest of the day until an hour before the doors open” tactic some people (read: assholes) like to use. Getting to be right in front of the stage is privilege you suffer for.

On the way back we decided to stop in a Target to buy some of those mini folding seats to help make the rest of the wait bearable (the trash-bags-on-ground was not working out for us). And this is where the trip really went to shit.

Janel left her purse in the restroom by accident. She realized it the moment we stepped outside and went back to the restroom in three minutes tops, and by then everything inside her purse had been stolen. Cash, cards, ID, keys -- the only thing she still had was her phone since it had been in her pocket (which luckily also had the tickets).

Soooo she pretty much spent the rest of the afternoon making phone calls and filing a police report -- not that the police could actually do anything about it, but it was good to have for getting through airport security for our flight back. So note: you can fly domestically without an ID, but it’s a huge pain for everyone.

At least by then it had basically stopped raining. There was a little bit of a situation when the lines were separated and we had to leave our spot to wait in another line for our VIP wristbands. I asked a girl I recognized being a couple people ahead of us to save our spot (couldn’t find the people who’d been directly in front or behind), but when we eventually got our wristbands I couldn’t find her again, or anyone else who had been near us in the original line. So we kind of just cut in at roughly the same area and miraculously no one gave us shit about it.

Let me just say, out of the several cons I’ve been to, B1A4 fans are the most chill. I remember standing in line for Big Bang and recalling how VIPs used to claim to be the most chill fans and lol nah man just nah. We chatted a little with the people around us, told the "everything got stolen” story a few times -- and also the “we’re from the Midwest” story. YOU PEOPLE IN LA AND SF DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE LIVING IN THE ENTIRE REST OF THE UNITED STATES. Travel for Kpop is a given. I’ve made weekend trips from the East Coast all the way to the West Coast for Kpop. This is also why we only go to cons for our absolute favorite groups, and will pull out all the stops for them. I figure I’ll only do this for B1A4, Big Bang, Epik High, TVXQ/JYJ, and maaaybe I might do it for VIXX. Maybe.

Getting into the venue wasn’t an issue and we wound up about four people back from the stage. We were hella sore by then, although I think it was worse for Janel since she was running back and forth a lot and under a ton more stress. Luckily the con didn’t start too late, and I forgot how much my feet hurt most of the time (I’m really glad I have a pair of comfortable boots).

So. B1A4 in person.

This is the first concert where I bothered to take pictures and record video, but I don’t know how some fans can dedicate their attention to recording the whole time because I was a flailing mess lol. THEY WERE SO CLOSE. They’re all really attractive in person??? I mean Gongchan is of course a given and he is EVEN MORE HANDSOME THAN ADVERTISED no wonder Sandeul and Jinyoung don’t shut up about how he looks. The suits they wore for most of the show were very nice and ESPECIALLY when they took off the jackets because men in waistcoats are my weakness. Jinyoung rolling up his shirtsleeves jesus christ and he does it all neatly too (whereas Baro’s sleeves kept falling and flopping around lol). Jinyoung is so fucking charming it’s unfair. When the water bottles came out he liked to hold them up and tease the crowd lmao how... typical...

CNU was amazing with the fanservice and the body rolls lol and he has such pretty hair. There was a moment duringggg I think Baby Goodnight when he and Gongchan were really cute together. I was filming Sandeul and had to quickly cut over to them with their arms around each other.

Baro did a lot of talking in English, I was surprised and impressed and I think this con has cemented him as third in my lineup of faves (Sandeul-Jinyoung-Baro-Gongchan-CNU). I feel like he interacted with the crowd best and I saw him paying attention to the balcony people often too, but someone needs to take the word “lit” away from him hahaha.

The venue was small so it was really easy for them to reach every part of the stage, we got to see all of them up close in roughly equal amounts but ngl my memory is like 70% Sandeul because I tracked him all across the stage.

BOY CAN HE SING. Not only does he sound amazing but you can tell just by looking at him how passionate he is, the way he moves and puts more of himself into it than the others do. The only way the con could have been more perfect is if he’d been able to perform a solo. Or just. If he could release a full-length solo album and then go on tour that was be okay too. He teased us by singing 그렇게 있어줘~ and augh so good. SO GOOD. AND SO CUTE. He’s so adorable I can hardly stand it. Near the end he was crouched down in front of us and stuck out his tongue bUT I DIDN’T MANAGE TO RECORD IT. OPPORTUNITY LOST.

I did however record the cheek squishing. It was so classic. Jinyoung goes for the cheeks, Sandeul tries to retaliate but misses, Jinyoung waits for a few seconds and then goes in again to get a good grip and Sandeul looks SO RESIGNED before he jerks his face away. They did this while Baro was talking and he was like “Hey, it’s my turn now!” lol poor Baro.

I also have some pics of CNU lowkey harassing Sandeul and Sandeul giving him this Look afterwards. And Gongchan fussing with Sandeul’s clothes. And Sandeul limp in Baro’s arms. I ship my bias with everyone, can you tell.

They were all so cute though, ugh, I love B1A4. I’m so glad I gave Kpop another chance after I thought the TVXQ breakup was the End Of All Things.

We fought with another girl over one of the towels thrown into the crowd. I only made a claim so it would be 2 vs 1 but we both lost the rock-paper-scissors battle and had to give it up. In retrospect we maybe should have played the “she was robbed today” pity card because you’d think after losing all the contents of your purse you could at least get a towel in compensation. We’re unfortunately not that combative though. At least this time the opponent didn’t cheat and throw down her choice late. Like I said, in terms of the fans B1A4 has much fewer assholes than I’m used to encountering.

I felt like a drowned rat by the end of the show and feared for my eyeliner but luckily it wasn’t running or even smudged (thanks, Stila stay all day waterproof liquid eyeliner). My hair was rather bedraggled though and after the rain and the water bottles it was like, why did I even bother curling it that morning, but what can you do.

I wanted to say something to everyone during the high touch -- I knew it was going to be quick but the staff really hurried everyone through which was annoying, and I had a holyshitholyshitholyshit internal monologue going when actually face to face with the boys. So I only managed a weak “thank you” to Gongchan who said it back (he’s so sweet ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥) and I blurted out a rather embarrassing “I love you!!” to Sandeul ahahaha god so much for being a cool, mature noona. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The walk back to the hotel was short, although we did wind up briefly walking in the wrong direction somehow because I can’t be trusted with directions even if the distance is only a few blocks. Our flight home was around 11am so we planned to get up extra early to have plenty of time for Janel to get through additional screening.

Aaaand then in the morning the flight was delayed to the afternoon, which would cause us to miss our connecting flight. So we had to book a whole new trip which didn’t leave until 3:20 pm.

Getting through security wasn’t too bad for either of us, and we waited around watching B1A4 fancams and reading fan accounts. As it got close to departure there were some confusing announcements about delays and we found out our gate had changed with no warning. Also the flight was slightly delayed. Luckily (?), our connecting flight in Vegas was also delayed. Still, by the time we got there we only had 15 min before we began boarding.

(Also, even the airport in Vegas has slots lol.)

It was a veeery turbulent ride back. All of our flights for this trip have been turbulent, but that last one was the worst. I’m not afraid of flying but I can now understand how some people could be. At one point I looked over at Janel and said, “I hope we don’t die.” If the plane went down I decided I would just pray for a quick death and also to be reborn as a cat so I can spend my life eating, sleeping, and being petted.

Finally, around midnight, we were back in KC.

Me: Let’s never go to California again. Next time there’s a concert, NY or Chicago or even Jersey is fine. Janel: SF is a flaming trash heap. It is the Tumblr of cities.

Sorry, SF, I liked you for years but now I am okay with never setting foot in you again.

But still: WORTH IT.

#down the b1a4 rabbit hole #real life junk

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kelkat9 · 7 years

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Thanks @acreasy1

Have You Ever:

- Said “I love you”? Yes a few times but only when I really mean it. I don’t do casual I love yous.

 - Waited all night for a phone call? Nope!

 - Stayed out literally all night? In high school for prom but no I don’t do this nor do I advocate it. You have to have sleep to function.

 - Snuck out? No, I had a very straight forward and fairly liberal relationship with my parents growing up. They believed in being pretty brutally honest so there was a pretty open policy of talk about it and you won’t get in trouble vs do the thing and they find out and be punished.

 - Smoked a cigarette? Yeah a couple of times in high school but honestly I have asthma so not my brightest idea. Menthol is nasty BTW.

 - Slept in a bed with a person of the same sex? Yeah especially on trips. Sometimes you just squeeze as many people into a hotel room as you can to split costs ;)

 - Stolen money from a friend? No. I’ve never stolen money from anyone. It’s theirs, not mine.

 - Been on an airplane? Many times.

 - Slept all day? Never. I mean maybe I came close after traveling over seas a lot and had jet lag when I was a teenager

 - Missed someone so much it hurt? I suppose so. It kinds of depends on how you define hurt.

 - Fallen asleep during school? No, I paid too much for my college education to do that!

 - Been lonely? Not really. Maybe sometimes but usually I enjoy peace and quiet and I am super independent.

 - Cheated at a game? Maybe when I was a kid?

 - Gotten lost? Sometimes. I”m usually pretty good with directions. Siri on iphone is not to be trusted!!!! .

 - Been in a car accident? A couple of times. Not my fault and I wasn’t injured. It was mostly my car and my stress level that was damaged.

 - Had detention? No.

 - Given money to a homeless person? Yes but I generally prefer to donate food. Although that makes some homeless people angry so be mindful not everyone wants that kind of help.

 - Been so happy you cried? Once after I passed my licensing exam post college.

 - Regretted loving someone? Many times.

 - Got in trouble with the law? Not really. I got a seat belt warning once. I keep my guardian angel very busy.

 - Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Do stalkers count? Cause that was not a pleasant experience and I don’t consider it the same.

 - Been scuba diving? Nope - I can’t with my asthma.

 - Broken a bone? No, I am very lucky and see above for very busy guardian angel

 - Been told you have an accent? LOL yes! I think one guy in a London hotel had a hard time understanding me so I made an effort to tone it down. I can go very Southern or tone it down if I’m dealing with someone in a professional setting like people from the Northeast or out in California as they tend to be a little rude if they detect a Southern accent. I’m pretty good at being a chameleon and fitting in to whatever I need. I pick up accents pretty easily.

Tagging: @caedmonfaith @lastbluetardis @chocolatequeennk @fogsblue

@goingtothetardis @licieoic

#meme

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tedisdillon1299-blog · 6 years

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Getting Situated

Upon awakening to the loud traffic I checked the time. 8 A.M. It was time to take a trip to that shelter. They wouldn’t arrive until 11AM, but I sat right in front of the door until then to make sure I had a place at this shelter. When 11 came through I found out I made the right decision arriving early, only two beds were open. Awesome. After the paperwork it was time to eat. You might be wondering who I met while getting inside. Well, none of that is important to me, meeting people has always been the first step to another downfall. A lot of people here might have good intentions, but this shelter is awesome and it’s not a place I want to get thrown out of. Computers, TVs, meals, a store right next to the shelter, and most importantly, a bed and shower. The staff here seem very pleasant and professional, none of them appear to be on a power trip. After my meal, they situated my bed, and gave me soaps to wash myself with. The bathrooms were like locker rooms for athletes, in the sense that I’d have to get comfortable with penises flopping about, as well as my own. Nothing that bothered me, other than the awkward moment where two naked dudes try to pass each other but get stuck in that left right dance, and the moment where you accidentally look at a dudes dick and he sees you look for that tenth of a second but he lets you know that it's alright because that shit happens by not acknowledging and looking away. Yeah. Before showering I wanted to wash my clothes but they informed me that they would have to sit in an anti bug tent or something to make sure I wasn’t bringing in lice. Okay. Well I wouldn’t get them back until next morn so I would shower anyway. A long. Hot. Shower. With Soap. Oh what an amazing day. After that I watched Tyler Perry and enjoyed typing my next post of the day. Most of that day was spent relaxing and getting used to the way the shelter works. Oh. And a nap. A nap in a bed. Seemed my illness was healing as well, and enjoying my free time stress and hungry free gave me time to dream. Not much else to say about my day, maybe a hundred beds here, I think I even saw a PS3 hooked up in an entertainment room. When it’s free I will play for a bit. Haven’t touched a console in a while. I knew my next day would have me job hunting… or sorta job hunting. Most applications these days are online. I went to bed around 10 that night, and slept like a baby. The next day was sorta unproductive as well, I was still weary from the days on the street. However, I did muster the energy to do a little job hunting. I wanted a job at the Georgia Aquarium, unfortunately those jobs require degrees for the most part, and I knew it would be unlikely that I’d acquire one. I hoped to obtain maybe unlimited access to a place of meditation. The security and photo portions of that job are outsourced jobs, so I probably wouldn’t get to enjoy free visits. I will however make it my mission to visit at least once before I leave Atlanta, I couldn’t just pass up an opportunity to revisit a good memory from my childhood, and this time my deceased dad won’t be in the picture to control the entire visit. After visiting many places I found a lot of jobs recruited on Indeed.com. (Yes Indeed you can send money to my paypal, indeed) I applied to be a cashier at Jimmy John’s, some store or some shit, off of Indeed. I decided to wrap up my walk and shoot for the shelter. I thought we weren’t allowed in until 4pm, but no one said anything to me, so off for a nap and some mobile gaming for me. I’ll go ahead and shoot to the next day since those two are fairly short, while this one is more interesting. When I awoke I decided to head for job recruitment program about a forty five minute walk away, unaware that there was one ten minutes away. Oops. I got mad when I found out that with this particular program had moved another 20 mins up the road, and google had no idea, and none of the reviews took the time to say where the new address was, just complain about late checks. I’m not either. It’s a running meme trying to find the place for new people, it should remain that way. A two hour walk back, for nothing. I was pissed. I had no money to ride the train, so I decided that I didn’t need to have money. Just brains. Sorry but at the moment I did not feel guilty for attempting to rob the train station a total of one dollar and fifty cent. Well once someone opened the electronic gate with their ticket into the place, I quickly rushed in behind him. A guard saw me. “Hey I haven’t seen someone do that in a while! *Chuckling* Young man! Turn around. JUST turn around… *lol*” Welp, guess I’m walking back. Upon returning I came in and took my seat, waiting for lunch start, I talked to an individual who said you could go work at a place called First Step, orientation one day, work the next, however, I would receive a reply from the place I applied at on Indeed, and would end up doing that. Unfortunately, I learned that I was not supposed to be inside until 4, use the computers, or the weights over the current day and next. Some of the staff just doesn’t care and that’s why I wasn't explained any of the rules. Some of the people that stay here however like to have THEIR privileges, I guess feeling exclusive really gets their dicks hard… so they’ll snitch whenever you’re doing something you aren't allowed too. Usually I find that the same people snitching are the same ones complaining about the snitching. I think theblast time someone whined about me and told the staff I mumbled, “Whiney ass motherfuckers don’t know how good they got it.” “Hey! It’s okay mister that bad attitude those are the same ones who get outed.” Well. Whatever. Some asshole decided he was gonna steal my charger last night and did. I also think we stopped a possible thief. This asshole was standing at the edge of my bed, with a hood on and shoes well after bedtime, looking at me on my phone, and around him. He was up to something, and/or on dope. The guy he was standing next too saw him as well and said, “Hey, what the fuck are doing bro?” “Shiiitttt, somebody’s phone has been making noise keeping me up.” I was on my phone, but the volume was super low and he was practically on the other side of the building. No way he heard it until he got close to my bed. Clash of Clans in case you were wondering. “Bruh, you been standing here for like five minutes, what you mean find out?” I locked my phone to listen. “Bruh I can’t sleep cause-” “Why you got a hoodie on bro? And shoes on!? Go back to bed. Whatever you about to you gonna regret it man you better believe me.” He took off to the bathroom. “Hey man.” he said to me in a whisper. “That dude was staring at you didn’t you see?” “Yeah I saw, I think he out to steal.” “That’s what I think, keep an eye out man this place ain’t bad but you gotta watch yourself.” *nods* Then I fell asleep. And woke up to a stolen charger. Yee.

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