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Sorry but its just laughable to me how all these armys, jokers and fake "jimin biased" who were always on PJMs business 24/7, since last year's April trying to silence us and gaslighting EVERYONE they could into thinking that:
The sabotage Jimin suffered was fake.
That he didn't want more mvs (even though he himself stated in an interview that THE COMPANY called HIM unreasonable for asking for more).
That PJMs were the ones to blame for everything Jimin went through.
They accused US of committing fraud in order to keep "Like Crazy" stable.
That we were the most vile Solos in the fandom and deserved to d*e.
But NOW, now that the shitstorm has finally hit the fan thanks to MHJ exposing all the shit Hybe has ALWAYS done.
NOW those useless bitches are proudly going around their blogs writing about: "Oh! I hope they leak Bongo's messages to Scooter Braun asking him to beat Jimin for the full remaining of 2023 after he got no 1 on bb100"
Like OH, so NOW you believe the sabotage happened?
NOW you believe that Bongo and all the motherfuckers working at hybe are pieces of shit that take advantage of their artists LIKE EVERY OTHER K-POP LABEL?
#shut ur ass up#problematic fake cheap bitch#and keep jimin out of your filthy mouths#jimin#bts jimin#park jimin#bts
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WELCOME BACK TO HATING WIT NYA🗣️
On today’s episode we have…
Dareth :catdark:
This doodoo stain, fake ahh, wannabe ninja whore. I AUDHAIHELABELQJEIAHUSGDUS AUGHHSIAHEIAHDKWNDLANKENWNFBWKFBKWBDSKNDJSFHD
This guys very existence just bothers me. I need him to unexist NEOW
Now before I get. brutally attacjed by his gay ass, asslicking dickriders PLEASE EHEAR ME OUT
SEASON 6.
Season 6 was…. SO FUCKING ASS OMG I HATE IT SO MUCH.
and the fact that bro was. misogynistic “mind sticking around for a segment to teach girls how to apply makeup🥺” I will skin you alive and make you eat it. 🐜 “Oh mimimi you guys added a GIRL!!!!!! to the team🥺🤓” JUMPSCARE FEMALES!!!! HATE IT WHEN VAGJNA HAVING BITCHES EXIST!!!!!
He’s such a fucking loser. “Oh i’m a ninja☝️🤓🤓” jump up kick back whip around and kill yourself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANNOYING AHH!!!!!! WHY DOES HE KEEP RETURNING.
Rizzless ahhbdishekwhdkanfkdj
me @ that useless ass ‘ninja’
HE’S JUST ACTUALLY SO ANNOYING I CANT IMMSJANELSJD.
When he first appeared I was like ‘Ok.. this might be silly..” BUT MO. I CAN’T HAVE A MOMENT OF PEACE WHY DOES HE HAVE TO EXIST QUIT IT.💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
Also his personality is just ahh… HE WANTS TO BE INVOLVED SO BADLY💔💔💔💔💔 ITS SO CRINGE
“I’m the brown ninja yappa yappa yappa🥺🤓” Ok wheres ur elemental power? Where’s ur ninja training? WHERES YOUR ACTUALLY BEING PART OF THE TEAM U USELESS DISGUSTING NASTY FILLER CHARACTER!!!!!!!
He is the reason why I hate men/hj
I bet he fucking stinks too. I JUST KNOW HE SMELLS LIKE CHEAP ASS DEODORANT R SMTH IDK BUT HE LOOKS LIKE HE SMELLS
Lisyen ik that he’s been useful sometimes but that does take change the fact that he’s a weirdo and misogynistic.
People will stay defending his gross ahh just because he’s a MAN And I don’t like it☹️😒
See now if the roles were reversed../j
But seriously if it was a girl character hating on a man n allat peoppe woulf not SHUT UP ABOUT IT
BUT BCS HIS LOSER AHH IS A MAN. EVERYONE LIKES HIM????? BE SO FR RN😒😒😒😒😒😒
NOT TO MENTION HIS DESIGN IS JUST…🔥🔥🔥🔥
also his voice just annoys me so MUCH idk his tone is so irritating. IT MAKES ME WANNA OUNCH HIM
He has that ‘cool jock’ guy voice kinda… idk but it PISSES ME OFF.
Also I hate his fanbase SO MUCH!!!! WEIRD AHH PEOPLE😒😒😒 biggest dickriders ive ever seen man.
like yall will literally praise him eventho he’s sO ANNOYING AND LOWKEY PROBLEMATIC BE SO FR.
ALSO HIS HAIR IS UGLY. IT HAD TO BE SAID MAN I DONT MAKE THE RULES
He gives off 47 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash, hair oil, hair cream, soap, car oil, cat food, yappa yappa yappa yappa
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College AU drinking HCs /// Dabi, Shigaraki, & Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)
A/N: A little background for this college AU—imo the PLF would be a social frat and the Shie Hassaikai is a professional frat (pre-med). Sooner or later I’ll write general college AU headcanons for them…
Tags/warnings: implied dubcon/drunk sex, alcohol, problematic frat culture things, pressure to drink, brief mentions of public sex/exhibitionism, drug use, a tiny bit of degradation, Hawks is vaguely in it too
Dabi
A basic frat bitch who drinks beer 80% of the time
Surprisingly he can’t tolerate cheap beer and is kind of a snob about people who drink shitty beer but he doesn’t bring it up enough to be annoying about it. Constantly blowing the frat’s alc budget on bottled beer instead of cans, not the super expensive craft bullshit but a step above Natural Light at least, right guys? Come on
Dabi always volunteers to go with Keigo (the frat’s social chair) to pick up the keg because both of them have a crusade against the cheap stuff—Keigo because he wants people to get drunk on it at parties and Dabi because he wants to drink it himself. They lowkey have a bromance over it and sometimes go to breweries together to fuck around and daydrink. The two of them are always trying new beers and will generally keep a different sixpack in the fridge every day—if any of the other brothers drink their overpriced IPAs by accident there’ll be consequences
Speaking of Keigo, him and Dabi are both into making jungle juice. They both get really excited about it, it’s kinda wholesome except they’re both just plotting on how to get cute girls like you as drunk as possible without realizing. They’ve spent a bunch of weekends together trying different mixes and recipes for the best flavor/alcohol content combination
Dabi is a whole ass heavyweight. He’s been getting drunk since he was like 11 so a couple rounds of shots are basically water to him. He can’t even remember the last time he was really, really drunk, he just gets tipsy now. And believe he absolutely uses this to his advantage
You’re drinking together? He’s going to fill up your cup every time he fills up his own, so before you realize how much you’ve been drinking, you’re five drinks in and swaying on the spot while Dabi is completely unfazed. He’ll tease you about having no tolerance to make you drink more
Drinking games!! Once again his tolerance gives him an advantage. He’ll pull some fake chivalrous shit like offering to drink for you on the first round of beer pong and then after that he’s just going to demolish you until you’re so plastered he basically has to carry you up to his room (which has empty liquor bottles lined up on the shelves as “decor” because he’s such a stereotypical frat bro)
Ok this is kinda weird but bear with me—Dabi actually dislikes that alcohol makes you less responsive/makes it harder for you to cum. Doesn’t mean he’ll hesitate to get you drunk but he wants you to feel everything he’s doing to you and alcohol isn’t really conducive to that
Very laid-back when he’s tipsy, you can barely tell the difference from when he’s sober ♡
Shigaraki Tomura
A liiiiiiiightweight. 3 drinks and Tomura’s out bruv, out like a goddamn lightbulb, I said what I said
Although tbh it’s more like he gets drunk really quick and then sobers up really quick. Like he’ll be nodding off at the pregame but by the time the party starts, he’s ready to get going again
A wimp when it comes to alc preferences. Hates the taste of strong liquor and will never take shots without a chaser. Prefers to mix vodka and tequila rather than doing shots, preferably with root beer/sprite. Gets pissy if the party runs out of shit to chase with. The frat has a steady supply of amaretto and kahlua because of Tomura, he really likes sweet drinks
Genuinely hates beer and will take white claw over beer any day of the week. But he’s a frat president so he avoids talking about it bc it’s pretty embarrassing
Don’t tell anyone but…Tomura doesn’t really like drinking? Since he’s the president he has to be in charge of a lot of shit when they have parties. Drunk freshmen puking in the backyard? Tomura has to tell Dabi (recruitment chair) to find some pledges to clean it up. Fight breaks out? Tomura has to make sure no one gets hurt enough to get the frat in trouble with school admin. Undercover cops? Tomura’s the one who has to announce that they’re out of alc and shut it down
It’s annoying enough for Tomura to deal with that shit (not to mention get Keigo to stop fucking freshman girls and pull his weight as social chair) when he’s sober, and it’s 100x worse when he’s drunk
On the other hand, when Tomura gets drunk he’ll get really drunk. Doesn’t dance so he’ll just sit on the couch and maybe play handheld games, and he’ll get super annoyed bc he’s shit at games when his vision is blurry and his hands are shaking
Pretty suggestible when he’s been drinking. If you’re dating Tomura you can get him to do all kinds of crap after you get a few shots in him. Make him do your skincare routine with you and put face masks on together :,) He’ll never admit it but he likes being taken care of when he’s wasted
ON THE OTHER HAND THO…….if you’re not dating and instead just some random chick at one of his parties? Tomura will absolutely use being drunk as an excuse to creep on you. e.g. at kickbacks he’ll get you to play never have I ever/truth or dare so he can ask invasive questions
Are you a virgin?
How old were you when you lost it? Oh wow, you’re a slut/prude.
Body count?
Do you like sucking cock?
Ever let a guy tie you up/choke you/cum inside?
You keep answering because he seems super detached/disinterested, like he doesn’t really care about your answers or he’s just joking around. Little do you know…
Honestly a sneak creep—Tomura seems like he doesn’t give a shit about you until he’s groping you under your shirt on the dance floor, hands squeezing your tits before he shoves them into your shorts and tells you he’s going to wreck this little pussy as soon as he gets you alone ♔
Chisaki Kai
You know Kai drinks, but you never really see him drinking? It’s weird…he’s always holding a bottle when you run into him at parties but he never takes off the cloth mask he’s wearing
Brings his own alcohol to parties because no fucking way he’s going to be drinking the same nasty shit that the hosts are providing. Jungle juice? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. Do you have any idea how unsanitary that is? Even thinking about it makes Kai want to throw up
Highkey a drug dealer although he doesn’t do much himself except maybe coke or adderall…Kai can sell you basically anything and all his shit is that high-quality you can’t usually get from a campus dealer
At the same time, if Kai’s planning on fucking you he probably won’t give you that much because he doesn’t want to babysit you when you get crossed
Likes Asian liquors, very on-brand for him. Baijiu, shōchū, sake, that kind of thing. Drinks a fair amount of soju but he exclusively buys boring flavors like “fresh” or “classic”
When it comes to Western liquor, Kai has better taste than most students. Would rather drink vinegar than any alcohol that came out of a plastic bottle, box, or bag. He likes top-shelf whiskey and gin and he’s good with strong alcohol; if you wince after taking a shot he’ll definitely look down on you
Prefers afterparties and kickbacks to big parties, and will take roof/outdoor events over crowds. Hasn’t set foot inside a social frat since he was a freshman and doesn’t plan to. Very much the “let’s get out of here, I have something stronger at my place” type
Fuck, you’re so trusting when you’re drunk…he could probably put a leash and collar on you and you’d thank him. It’s sort of baffling how bubbly and sweet you are when Kai gets a little liquor in you; he can’t decide if it’s annoying or a turn-on
Kai has average tolerance but unbelievable self-control and awareness, so he’s careful not to get too drunk himself
Likewise, if he’s interested he’ll keep a close eye on how much you’re drinking and how trashed you are, because when he gets around to fucking you he wants you to be fuzzy enough that he can easily take advantage but not too sloppy. Wouldn’t want you gagging on his cock after all
Loves watching you stumble around and fall over shit while he’s just shy of sobriety. Only time you’ve ever seen Kai laugh is when you drunkenly asked him for help walking once. No way. If you can’t walk by yourself you should just crawl
When Kai actually gets drunk, he’s pretty much the same except a little more sleepy/lazy. If he’s sitting down he has a habit of nodding off in the middle of conversations. It’s lowkey cute but Setsuno brought it up once and Kai got pissed so don’t mention it to him ♢
#dabi x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#chisaki kai x reader#overhaul x reader#bnha x reader#dabi#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki#overhaul#chisaki kai#shigaraki x reader#mha#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha x reader#boku no hero academia x reader#boku no hero fanfic#bnha headcanons#boku no hero academia headacnons#BNHA college AU#tw dubcon
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Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter two
Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world?
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers
Season: Spring
Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader (FT. Best Friend! Seo Changbin)
AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU |
Genre: Fluff/ Angst
Word Count: 4,7K
Warnings: Themes of bullying, Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults.
Requested: Yes (Reference)
A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story, but for imagines purposes only. We all know better than that.
Chan was currently ranting to the principal at how this was more of a punishment to him than it was to anyone else.
“I can’t get through her! Even with my motivational speeches!” He cried in frustration to the adult in front of him.
‘Motivational speech my ass.’ Y/n thought to herself as she rolled her eyes.
“…I’ve done nothing wrong to deserve something like-“
“Mister Bang, enough. I’m not used to this behaviour from your side.” The woman said sternly, making Chan sit back down with a huff.
“You’re one of our top-class students and you are getting A’s in every class. You’re the perfect candidate to tutor miss Y/l/n and help her earn her diploma.”
“But what is it in for me-“ Chan began, but was cut off once again by the principal.
“I’m not having this conversation with you right now Mister Bang. I expect that you, as the vice president of your class and year, will help this girl out.”
Y/n could hear the denigration in her voice and she sighed and threw her a fake smile. In the end, Chan would groan and agree to tutor Y/n, but only because the principal told him to. If Y/n were to come to him herself, he would refuse to. He knew that Y/n was stubborn and didn’t listen to what anyone had to say. He thought that she was just awful and she wouldn’t be a good partner to work with.
The two sighed and rolled their eyes at each other after they’ve left the principal’s office.
“Don’t expect me to go easy on you. You should’ve gotten a grasp with stuff like this” He would say before he took out his notebook and scribbling down something. He made a list of dates and subjects before pushing the paper into Y/n’s hands.
“These are the days that I’m available, meet me in the library at the agreed time. I don’t have time to change it for you, so you better adjust to it. Now, I have to go to class now. I don’t know about you, but since it’s looking pretty bad for you, I would advise you to follow me.” He snarled before walking off and to his surprise, her following behind him. He heard her fiddle the paper into her pocket as they walked their way through the hallways to their classroom.
All eyes were on them as soon as they walked into the room together.
“Mister Bang, Miss Y/l/n, I’m glad you’re here. Take a seat and open your books on page ninety.” The teacher said before continuing to teach, even though the rest of the students were eye the pair that just walked in together, without scratching each other’s eyes out. The fact that they couldn’t get along was clear, but seeing them walk in just like that was a shock to all of them.
Sooyun was glaring at Y/n, feeling herself turn green from jealousy. She really didn’t want anyone else but herself to be around Chan, when it came to females. She thought that Y/n wasn’t a threat, but it seemed like she had ‘underestimated’ her, as so she thought to herself.
As Sooyun continued to glare at Y/n, she started to laugh to herself. Y/n’s hair was down and messy, she had an earphone hidden behind her hair, so the teacher wouldn’t see, and was staring outside. Sooyun smirked to herself, knowing that Y/n wasn’t competition after all, she wouldn’t stand a chance against the qualities and skill she owned compared to Y/n.
As Y/n was listening to her music, she suddenly was scared out of her mind when a notebook was slammed next to her. She looked up to see Chan sitting down next to her. Y/n eyed him in confusion and asked him what he was doing.
“If you would’ve listened to what the teacher has said, you would know that she told us to find a partner and help each other with the following exercises. And since I’m tutoring you after all, why not start now.” Chan sighed uninterested before focussing on his textbook.
Sooyun had no idea what was happening, since she as well didn’t listen to whatever the teacher just said. All she knew was that Chan was giving his attention to some bitch and not to her. The green vision blurred Sooyun’s eyes once again, whilst she glared away once again to where Y/n was sitting. Immediately people around the two started to whisper and eye them as well, but the both of them choose to ignore it.
Whilst Chan was talking about the problem they had to solve, Y/n couldn’t help but stare a little at him. She wondered if there was something behind his current actions.
Was he trying to mess with her? Was he trying to lure her into a filthy trap that would end up in her being beaten up by some idiotic kids? Or was he actually trying to act nice and help her.
Y/n shook her head and remembered that the principal basically forced him to, that he was pretty blunt and rude about the available tutor dates, so she suspected that he was just annoyed by her as usual. Especially since he was pretty much forced into the situation.
She pushed her train of thoughts away and tried to focus on the exercises.
“…I swear, the principal has something evil meaning for this-“
“And I swear if I hear one more thing about Y/n I will have do something evil.” Minho groans.
“You’re doing it again Chan.” Jisung mutters.
“Doing what?” Chan asks oblivious, making the other three groan in frustration.
“Are you sure you aren’t crushing on her? It sure seems like she’s constantly on your mind.”
“Of course I’m not. Why would I like someone like her. She’s no good and we all know that.” Chan states as he angrily sipped on his juice. Felix seemed like he wanted to say something but eventually minded his own business and kept staring at his phone.
“And you really don’t think that she doesn’t like you? I mean all the girls already fell for you, it wouldn’t surprise me if she became one of them as well.” Minho smirked.
“Do you really think she likes me?” Chan asks.
“I mean, she keeps getting in trouble, now you’re assigned to tutor her. There must be something more going on here, right?”
Chan wouldn’t ever think that Y/n liked him. Yes, he had to admit that somewhere in their shared childhood, there was a period where he was quite attracted to her. She never was actually ugly like everyone seemed to call her. Her hair complimented her face nicely and the wild hairdo made her look different from the other girls, as cheap as it sounded, it was true.
But through the years and acts of disinterest, he never thought back on those innocent, child-like emotions he felt back then.
The day ended rather fast for Chan, he had no meetings and his rehearsals were tomorrow. So he packed his bag and walked his way home. It was quite the walk, but he didn’t mind. The sun was shining brightly and it was nice and warm weather for a spring day.
‘These are the days that I’m available, meet me in the library at the agreed time. I don’t have time to change it for you, so you better adjust to it. Now, I have to go to class now. I don’t know about you, but since it’s looking pretty bad for you, I would advise you to follow me.’
The harsh words played in Chan’s mind like a mantra. He cringed to himself as he regretted snarling like that to Y/n. There was no need to. Yes, he was pissed, but she was in this situation with him. It wasn’t like this was actually about him. He wanted to slap himself for being such a twat, but he also couldn’t find it in himself to call her up and apologise, like a decent human being would.
Chan groans once again as he saw that the way to his apartment was blocked off due road constructions. Now he had to walk all the way around to his apartment. And he was even more bummed out when he realised that he would have to make his way through the ‘Yellow Wooden St’. The block was known to be problematic and the people who lived there weren’t in the best circumstances and it wouldn’t be weird if someone felt uncomfortable walking through it, someone like Chan. A guy with quite some money and an expensive laptop stuffed in his backpack.
He took a deep breath before he started to walk again. The ‘conversation’ he and Y/n had earlier once again popped up into his mind. There also would be no way for Chan to contact Y/n, he didn’t had her number. Certainly, he wasn’t going to ask her for it out of the blue, his ego was too big for that for some reason. The disadvantaged area, Chan was walking through, gave him the chills.
People were yelling and screaming. Out of one of the houses, there could be glass shattering against a wall be heard. Chan’s head shot towards the noise and he notices an old ‘fallen’ house. The paint was peeling off, but there was an attracting rose tree in the middle of the garden that was set in bloom. He admired the beauty of it, until he heard another crash and a man yelling gibberish loudly, making Chan snap out of his train of thoughts and keep on walking.
Chan’s parent’s never wanted their son to travel through area’s like this. Because they didn’t know what type of people lived there. They didn’t wanted to sound prejudiced, but they just couldn’t help but feel that way. Chan may have been in that area before, when he was very young, but he wouldn’t remember any other time.
This was one of those moments where Chan would be frustrated with himself.
‘I should’ve taken the car.’ He would sigh as he had another twenty minutes to walk, thanks to the road constructions.
He was glad and relieved when he finally exited the disadvantaged area and was close to his own neighbourhood. Chan felt bad for the people at ‘Yellow Wood’ as people like to call it. They sometimes were forced into a bad circumstance and end up with nothing. He also felt his chest tighten for some reason, he couldn’t come up with an explanation, the bothering and almost suffocating feeling was just there. He tried to shake it off as soon as he walked into his home.
He greeted his family and gave pets to his dog, before disappearing into his room, thinking that music would be something that would make him feel better. He then got a text from Changbin, asking when he was coming to the ‘studio’, which in reality was just Changbin’s place. Chan wanted to get out so he told his friend that he was right on his way.
It was the next morning and Chan was outside of the library, waiting for Y/n to arrive for their tutoring session.
“I can’t believe this girl. It’s past seven O’clock. I could’ve been asleep right now, she’s still not here?” Chan muttered annoyed as he tapped his feet, to show that he was getting (more) impatient. What he didn’t expect was the doors to swung open, revealing a rather tired looking Y/n who looked at Chan in confusion. Him, still trying to catch his breath from the jump scare, looked back at Y/n in confusion.
“What- You were here already?” He asked when his breath steadied.
“Yeah, C’mon in. It’s chilly.” She says before disappearing again. Chan didn’t hesitate to follow her and smiled slightly when the warmth of the indoors atmosphere greeted him.
“How come you’re here so early?” Chan asked her, still confused as hell.
“I don’t know, I just was here.” She responded with a yawn.
“What, did you spend the night here?” He scoffed jokingly, which soon turned into a confused ‘huh’, when Y/n hummed a yes in responds.
Chan didn’t bother to ask any further and went to work as soon as they sat down. Both of them were kind of laying onto the table as they tried to work this tutoring session out. Chan was surprised at how serious she actually was, even though she didn’t look like it, at all. There were no snappy comebacks, no insults, no fighting and Chan was glad that she didn’t do that to him so early in the morning. She noticed his confusion and told him:
“It’s because I’m tired as hell, don’t get used to it.”
Chan was yet again surprised when Y/n actually worked out the exercises on her own. When she didn’t understand, he would point out the main problem and then, she just got it. It blew his mind away. It made him think back about the comment Minho said.
‘Maybe she is doing this because she likes me.’ Chan thought to himself.
When she finished up all of her exercises and they were all correct as well, after he had revised them. He couldn’t help but feel bewildered.
Why would she need his help?
These exercises were final exam level and she just finished them, just like that. She seemed to understand everything.
He wasn’t going to ask, because she must’ve known the answers beforehand, right?
When it was nine o’clock, the two headed to class and Y/n would return to her ‘normal’ self. Chan now was wondering to himself what was fake. The whole ‘mysterious delinquent’ act, or the ‘nice, kind Y/n at tutoring’ act. He had just seen a whole different side of her and he was just too shocked by it, that he was even absentminded that day. He didn’t notice Sooyun touching and clinging onto him, not that she minded. She was actually quite glad, since Chan wasn’t really affectionate towards her.
His friends also seemed to notice the change in behaviour of their friend. When he wouldn’t even responds to them calling him, they knew he was far gone.
“…he just keeps staring at her as well. I really think there is something going on between those two.” Minho suspected as he looked back and forth between Chan and Y/n.
“Who are you talking about?” Sooyun asks curiously, earning a groan from Minho.
“None of your business.” He muttered back, turning away from her. She would simply huff and rest her head on Chan’s shoulder.
“Channie, where were you this morning? I came to your place, so we could walk to school together, but your parents said you were gone already.” She tried to ask cutely as she fiddled with them fabric of his shirt. Chan didn’t even hear or notice her presence. Y/n seemed to have clouded his mind and he was trying to find a way to make it stop.
He couldn’t concentrate, he couldn’t focus on what the teacher was trying to tell him and besides all of that he now felt this girl clinging onto him as if he was her favourite stuffed animal.
He pushed her gently off and started to write down the notes the teacher had written down, which he also didn’t notice until now. Sooyun could only huff yet again as she pouted and rested her chin on her hand. Instead of writing down the teacher’s notes, she was wondering who was on Chan’s mind, because it was clearly not her.
Chan’s day finally ended. He had countless meetings, which he hated to attend as vice president and his swimming training fortunately just ended and now it was time for him to go home. He greeted his friends goodbye before he made his way to his locker to collect his stuff. His hair was still damp and smelled like chlorin. As Chan walked by the music room, he noticed that the door was cracked open. He couldn’t help but stop and peek to see who was inside, maybe it was Misses Yu who always had great music advice for him.
But he was dazed when he saw Y/n sitting behind a piano, a teacher’s laptop in front of her and papers surrounding her that looked like music sheets. Chan didn’t notice that he had walked into the room, until he made eye contact with Y/n who jumped in shock by Chan’s sudden presence. He didn’t hear her ask what he was doing here, which left him looking like a freak as he just stared at her. Yet, in reality, he was wondering what she was playing, because it sounded very familiar. He just could barely make out what song it was, since he heard too little of it.
“I know I’m not supposed to be here after school, no need to scold me. I’m not in the mood for that. Besides misses Yu said that it was fine, using her music room, so no need to snitch on me.” She sighed as she picked up her stuff and brushed pass him.
Chan was still speechless, the notes that she played were still repeating themselves into his mind. Besides them sounding familiar, they sounded warm and romantic. Almost as if it was a love song out of a movie.
As soon as he snapped out of his wandering thoughts, he spun around and went to follow her, but when he arrived outside, she had already hopped on her motor and left. Chan sighed to himself and went to his car to go home, not bothering to walk all the way back to his locker.
Whilst driving, he still couldn’t help but wonder what made him hate her. He was a douchebag to her, he couldn’t deny, but besides that, he had no idea. He was curious and just wanted to know.
“Wow what the fuck!” Chan yelled when he suddenly saw Changbin laying ‘seductively’ and quite on his bed with the lights earlier turned off and an evil smirk.
“You’ve returned home Christopher.” He whispered in a creepy voice, making Chan’s body shiver.
“Please stop that. I will throw your small ass out of the window.”
“Alright, I’ll stop. What’s up?”
“Nothing much, how about you?” Chan asked as he put his stuff away.
“Nothing much either. Oh! I can’t stay too long by the way. I have plans tonight.” Changbin announced as he laid back on Chan’s bed.
“Does someone has a date?” Chan asks with wiggling eyebrows.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Changbin scoffed, throwing one of the pillows to Chan’s face.
“No, I have this friend who has some problems. So I’m helping out a little.”
“Ah I see.” Chan murmured, sounding uninterested in his friend as his mind wandered off for the umpteenth time that day.
“What is up with you, Jisung already told me that you have been away from this world all day? Is there someone perhaps on your mind?” Changbin teased with wiggling eyebrows, earning a groan from Chan.
“Now you’re even sounding like them.” He muttered under his breath, making his younger friend laugh.
“Then there must be a sense of truth if everyone is saying it.” Changbin smirked, but instead of Chan saying something. He pulled out his gear and started to work on some music, which he went to Changbin’s place for, instead of being bothered and teased by yet another one of his friends.
“Have you made some new melodies yet?” Chan asked Bin, who started tp wander off with his productiveness after hours of basically staring at their computer screens.
“I’m stuck. I can’t concentrate.” Changbin exclaimed.
“Me neither.” Chan sighed.
“I’ve noticed. I mean, you’re used to seeing me procrastinating, but I’ve never seen you so off.”
“Yeah, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.” Chan responded whilst rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes.
‘I’m blaming you Y/n.’ He said to himself as he sighed.
Suddenly, the doorbell was heard through the apartment and the two exchanged a confused look. Chan went to see who it was, because Jisung had plans with Felix today, meaning he wasn’t able to come to produce.
‘Maybe Felix ditched him again?’ Chan wondered.
But to his surprise, but not really, here Sooyun was, standing in front of him.
“Hi Channie!” She chirped as she invited herself inside.
“Sooyun what are you-“
“I brought you some food! I thought that we could have some dinner together! I do have to refry it, so you just sit and I-“
“Sooyun, you’re not coming at a pleasant time. I’m busy.” Chan stated in annoyance.
“But you should take at least a break! I made you your favourite! We could sit on the couch and listen to some music! I can even make you some desert, I found this new recipe-“
“Sooyun, really. Your intentions are meant well, but I don’t want anyone else, besides Changbin around right now, okay?”
“But-“
“Please go. We’ll do this another time I guess.” He sighed, not wanting to deal with her right now.
That’s not what she heard though.
‘We’ll do this another time.’ Was the only thing that was currently repeating itself through her mind.
“That’s fine! We’ll make it a date! Text me when you’re free!” She winked as she chirped a goodbye whilst leaving the place. Without being even able to argue back, she was already gone.
Chan closed the door tiredly before returning to his bedroom, where Changbin was already packing up his stuff.
“I have to go home, my mom and my friend are probably waiting for me already, since it’s nine o ‘clock as well.” Bin yawned before hugging his friend goodbye as well, leaving Chan all alone. His family wasn’t coming home until late, so here Chan was once again, with his mind wandering off.
Y/n not able to leave his mind.
In the meantime, Changbin had already arrived back home and he was greeted by laughter that was heard from the kitchen area. He smiled to himself, because he knew how much his mother loved his friend. She even asked him if he hadn’t had any romantic feelings towards her.
He admitted that he had a huge soft spot for her, but he’s never been in love with her, romantically. He was in love with her compassion, her kindness and many other traits she owned, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he loved her in a romantic way.
“Hi mom!” He said with a smile as he went to greet his mother.
“Hello dear, how did the producing go?” She asks after she regained her breath from laughing so much.
“It went fine, we didn’t got too much done. Anyway, hi Dumpling.” Changbin chuckled as he rubbed his cheek onto hers cutely.
“How did you know we made dumplings for dinner- they’re in the oven?” His mother asks confused, making Bin and Y/n laugh.
“No, mom I meant Y/n. I call her ‘Dumpling’, because she has cute cheeks.” He giggled.
“Yeah, and he’s my Rat Tat, it’s self-explanatory.” She teased, sticking out her tongue as well, making Changbin dramatically act hurt.
“This is how I’m treated mother, every single day.” He ‘cried’ out to her.
“You must’ve deserved it.” She teased, making Y/n squeal in laughter, earning a huff from her best friend.
“Alright, alright. Safe the rest of the chit chat for later, let’s set up the table and eat!” His mother chirped before getting the food ready.
“So, how is CB97 doing?” She asked her best friend. For some reason Changbin never called Chan by his real name when he was with Y/n. Because one, he was rarely mentioned. Two, Y/n only knew ‘Chan’ from Changbin’s perspective as ‘CB97’, also known as his producing partner. And lastly, it honestly never came to Changbin’s mind to mention ‘CB97’s’ real name, which was Chan.
Who also happened to be the twat vice president Y/n has always been complaining about, who also never thought about mentioning Chan’s name to that title.
“He’s doing well, I guess. He was a little weird today, but, when isn’t he?” He laughed.
“Did you make something new?” She added.
“Well, we made some new lyrics, but I couldn’t come up with a new melody.” He sighed as he sat back in his chair.
“Well, lucky for you! I finished your last melody!” She clapped her hands excitedly as she went to grab her bag, Changbin’s eyes following her in expectation. When she went to sit behind the keyboard Changbin owned and started to play, her best friend listened attentive to the beautiful warm melody his friend had come up with.
“That was beautiful.” He exclaimed.
“When I said that I could help you with your music, I didn’t lie Bin.” She chuckled as she handed the music sheets to Changbin.
“It’s a bummer that you can’t practice more.”
“I know, I was at misses Yu’s music room today, and our vice president ‘caught’ me and kind of kicked me out.”
“He did? But don’t you have permission to play there?” Changbin ask confused.
“I know and he did, but also kind of didn’t since I walked out myself. I wasn’t feeling like getting scolded for the fourth time that day.” She sighed as she laid back on her friend’s bed.
“What now?” He asked before preparing himself for rant from his friend.
“I don’t know, I’ve just been feeling weird lately.” Was all she said to Changbin’s surprised.
“What’s on your mind then?”
“That’s the thing, I don’t know. A lot happened these days and I don’t know how to process it first of all and I also don’t really know what to do with all of this.” She sighed.
“What happened?” He added.
“Well, the principal made me take tutoring classes, with my annoying vice president as my tutor, which he flipped over and it was very dramatic and pretty much not worth it. But I still will have to do it, otherwise I won’t get my diploma and you know how much I want to get out of this place.” She ranted, earning a nod from her friend who was listening to every word patiently.
“And well, he said some really low stuff and I was so taken aback by them at first that I didn’t know what to say and well, I don’t know. Here we are I guess?”
“Whatever that twat has told you Dumpling. You’re doing great! Your skills in music, first of all have developed so much, the music industry doesn’t know what will hit him.” Changbin joked as he went to sit next to her beside her legs.
“Thanks Rat Tat-“
“Way to ruin the moment,” He muttered as he stood up. She whined and grabbed his leg and pulled him back down, so that he was now laying next to her. Y/n hugged his side and held him tightly.
“Thanks Binnie, you always know what to say.” She whispered sweetly.
“Your welcome Y/n.” He whispered back as he returned the hug.
The two would lay there for some longer before Changbin offered to play some video games and to order some midnight snacks, which were usually French fries and chicken, even though the two of them just ate.
The person who lost the most Mario Cart rounds had to pay for all of them. But even though Y/n lost, Changbin wanted to cheer her up and paid for the food and he even secretly ordered her favourite boba, earing himself yet another bone crushing hug.
But it was all worth it, she was his best friend after all.
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Modern Greek Gods
my ig is vivacityandvellichor
Apollo: patron god of memes/vines. absolutely has a meme acc with over a million followers. you think peter parker, a fucking gen z meme legend, isn’t his illegitimate child? that he made just to spite athena with spiders? you are w r o n g
Zeus: the one those Straight White Guys (ew) pray to. often they place maga hats at his altar but even Zeus isn’t that much of a douchebag to support tr*mp and he burns them and strikes those guys with lightning at once. he’s that kind of dad that refuses to vaccinate his kids tho (sigh)
Athena: literally the inventor of just fucking shitposts that mess with your head and are filmed by Apollo saying shit like ‘i have faced God and stepped over Her heaven to get to my throne’. probably runs a shitpost acc and a feminism acc at the same time with wildly different posts, but everyone knows it’s her. there’s even accounts comparing her captions on her different accs bc one will be like ‘big mood gonna go die now bc for some reason i didn’t want the tide pod challenge to die and I DID IT wtf is wrong w me im begging for the sweet release of death’ and the other will be like ‘systematic oppression is only beneficial to straight white males who will continue to oppress poc, women and lgbt+ if they don’t recognise their privilege’
Persephone: kindest person ever. except when you try her, karma’s gonna be a bitch to you. usually she just stays home and plays with her cats, probably spends half her life as a stalker on tumblr or running an aesthetic ig, and the other half baking muffins to throw in the face of her enemies but also to give the best ones to her mom. is definitely taylor swift reincarnated, there’s no doubt.
Demeter: andrea swift reincarnated. that soft friend who will go batshit crazy if something happens to her precious daughter. 100/10 has a very good mother-daughter relationship. hates gossip column blogs but loves it when the tea is served for someone that deserves it. (kanye anyone?)
Aphrodite: works at buzzfeed, no doubt. one of those fashion bloggers with a ridiculously huge influence over celebrities even though all they do is post outfit combinations and promote products, and always has steaming hot tea to serve on every website available. loves dishing out to demeter and gets along surprisingly well with apollo who is also invited to those premieres with her (though for different reasons ofc). runs the most colourful ig acc ever, has an insane amount of followers. wakes up with perfect hair and no one knows how.
Poseidon: youtuber. one of those annoying ones who always say to subscribe to their channel before really doing anything much or saying anything worthwhile? like, why not say it at the end when people actually know what your content is about??? always gets invited to those youtuber conventions but hellaaa problematic. not a total dirtbag, supports feminism and everything, but he just has an overall toxic personality. athena stays tf away. somehow is actually lowkey hot tho and has had flings with every other well known celeb who lives near him.
Hades: HIGHKEY anime stan. pretends to like shit like my chemical romance but actually jams to one direction when alone. video games and pokemon go is their life 24/7, but they still try to hide the fact that they waste their (probably few) remaining days on it even tho everyone already knows. has tried tiktok once and went viral for being hilariously fucking bad. definitely has a meme face. apollo once made a meme out of hades’ face to spite him but it actually also went viral and now hades is known as the ‘pikachu corndog guy ’ around the internet. sometimes ppl ask for selfies on the street and he h a t e s it. will flip them off but can’t swear without sounding like a twelve year old who hasn’t gone through puberty.
Dionysus: is incredibly good at tiktok. once did such a smooth pop and lock with six of his nymphs that it went viral. can shuffle up the stairs like hell was freezing over but he didn’t give a shit. runs those eating asmr accs that’s mainly just him stirring drinking wine super loudly until he passes out (somehow still gets a staggering ton of views), but before that, poseidon makes sure to film all the stupid shit he says to put it on his youtube channel. athena’s sometimes there too and uses his overconfident phrases for her shitposts. needless to say, dionysus is a legend on stan twitter.
Ares: will Fite you. is literally the equivalent of a human trash can. people do put maga hats at his altar and he fucking wears them like the fucking trashbag scum that he is. athena plots different strategies to kill him and has polls for the best ones on her story. Straight White Guy trashhhhhhhhh. nobody likes him. he runs an ig acc with maybe four followers at best, and they’re all just all his other own accs that he uses to anonymously harass athena so she can’t shove his own failures into his face. she always knows it’s him, though. people beat him into pulp on online arguments but he refuses to admit that he’s wrong. gets a kick out of harassing people on the subway. athena refers to him as ‘it’ every time she talks about him because she says that subhuman feces should be referred to by the correct pronouns.
Hephaestus: that one sleazy guy at school who’s best friends with hades but isn’t as bad as asshole ares. knows that ares is morally wrong, but still is kind of ok with him unlike everyone else. wouldn’t go so far as to like him tho. that geeky guy who always gets invited to parties. nobody knows how, but he’s in the ‘popular’ crowd, but often overlooked. some people think that it’s because he does all his hw for them, but actually, hephaestus is that guy who’s sleazy and cheap but really slick and conniving. can get himself into any club. that guy who only uses social media to stalk others, and he follows like 1000+ people but nobody will follow him. kind of a douche but not so much to become revolting. haaaaaates poseidon bc they’re both toxic af and recognise it in each other but not in themselves. that guy who apologises for a racist thing from eight years ago that’s been brought up. actually means the apology but doesn’t have much empathy.
Hera: rules wattpad and i mean rules it. her stories basically win every bad boy x good girl cliché award ever. terrible grammar but somehow has a shit ton of votes and comments. has had a string of shitty boyfriends but only has eyes for zeus, the most problematic guy ever whom she keeps on returning to. she blogs about all her relationship failures mostly because she’s too hooked up on zeus, and all her ten million followers tell her to get some therapy or help but she never does. queen of falling into toxic relationships and honestly athena hates her personally but feels really sorry for her. probably doesn’t understand feminism all that much but still wants equal rights for everyone. doesn’t care if you’re lgbt or a diff race, and i don’t mean accepting i mean she literally does not give a flying fuck. one of those ppl who is ‘fake woke’ bc they actually do have good morals at heart but say things like ‘i don’t see colour’ only for athena to reply scathingly w things like ‘you actually do, you just don’t want to acknowledge your own white privilege by admitting it bc to admit it is to admit that you actually have been born w an upper hand’. def is one of those straight white girls who actually are decent and try their hardest to understand racism but just can’t get it. vents on wattpad yet somehow only gains followers.
Artemis: ah, saved the best for last. arty is a fucking queen, she’s the one who consistently burns tr*mp on twitter and challenges views. probably an actual activist irl who is v well known and promotes herself through ig. is probably best friends with taylor swift and emma watson. probably lowkey has the best singing voice and is actually an artist using music to protest. is mutuals with her feminist acc with athena on instagram. probably best friends w her and they do everything together, run a joint private finsta with a fairly small following of 500 people but post the most aesthetic bff photos.
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The Interview
William Monroe has been ordered court-mandated therapy following a DWI and drug possession conviction. Here is his intake interview.
PART 1: THE BASICS
What is your full name?
What? Your cheap paper doesn’t have that information already? Christ. My name’s William Monroe but I never introduce myself as such or any variation. I go by Bowie and that’s it.
Where and when were you born?
Again, more information you should have. August 11th, 1994 in Manhattan.
Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
My father, if you can call him that, is the CEO of Monroe Pharmaceutical. Yes, the same Monroe Pharmaceutical that charges you an exorbitant amount of money for your medications. My mother, Viviane Monroe is a socialite. Her wealth is from steel. They look like they have a perfect marriage but it’s far from it. He sleeps with his secretary and hookers and she downs Valium to keep that perky little smile up. They make it work. To be fair a divorce would not only harm their social credit but their financial standings as well. As parents, she’s better than he is. She can genuinely fake interest in our lives. He can’t be bothered. She owns her awfulness. He thinks he’s father of the year.
Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
Ugh, my fucking sisters. The middle one, she’s following in my mother’s footsteps. She’s a “classy philanthropist”, prim and proper. The good egg, if you will. A complete angel compared to me. So selfless and kind and blah blah blah. Give me a break. She only does that stuff because it makes her feel good about herself. Where’s the selflessness in that? You can’t complete acts of kindness for the gratitude and expect to still be a good person. She also drinks her daily three bottles of wine and complains about how father never came to her dance recitals. Give me a break. And then the youngest. Her life revolves around flowing trends and making them or whatever. She’s one of those girls on instagram posting about skinny fit tea and hairy gummy bears or whatever. Companies send her thousands of dollars in products in the hopes of getting attached to some stupid picture that’ll get thousand of mindless likes. probably all the attention she needs since father never gave it to her Their lives are both shallow and purposeless.
Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
I live with my two dogs in a Penthouse apartment near One World Trade.
What is your occupation?
I’m a filmmaker, an artist.
Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
What is this? A dating profile? I’m 6’0, 181 pounds, black hair, green, like a hipster Steve Jobs as my sisters would say, no tattoos, minor scars from falling as a child, no distinguishing marks. I’m boring. What can I say?
To which social class do you belong?
The polite answer is upper class. The real answer is “the richer than you” class.
Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
I’m allergic to pollen and red dye #40. Well, red dye is more of intolerance but whatever. I still eat it because I’m not a little bitch. Physical weaknesses? I had a torn rotator cuff when I was younger but I still have pain in that shoulder.
Are you right- or left-handed?
I’m always right.
What do you have in your pockets?
Money, Black Card.
Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
I’m perfect.
PART 2: GROWING UP
How would you describe your childhood in general?
Eck, I mean, I had everything I wanted, right? I’d sound like a complete scumbag if I said “oh, my childhood was sad because my parents weren’t there and they didn’t pay attention to me and I was raised by nannies and sent to a $13,000 summer camp every year instead. Poor me.” I’m sure you’d love to hear some sob story about how all of that lead me to using drugs for fun. Yeah, fuck that whiny shit. My childhood was great.
What is your earliest memory?
I don’t know how old I was probably old enough to read at least. I was at my Nana’s house and she was watching this film Festen or The Celebration by Thomas Vinterberg. I can’t recall what it was about the film but I fell in love with filmmaking in that moment.
How much schooling have you had?
I went to the Dalton School from K through 12. Then NYU for college…which hasn’t ended yet, but whatever. Perfection takes time.
Did you enjoy school?
Elementary to 12, eh. High School got interesting when I could take more visual art classes. College was better because once those well rounding core classes were done I could get to the good film classes.
Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
I mean, good filmmaking isn’t taught. I can’t pinpoint where I learned things. It’s just stuff you see, like, then add to your repertoire.
While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
Role models? Please. Role models are pointless because people will always let you down.
While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
As kids, my sisters and I were alright I suppose. As good as siblings can be. My father and I never really got along. I guess what the feminists are calling “toxic masculinity” was an issue with him. He didn’t think the arts was a place for a male. I was meant to run a business. Wear a suit. Manage over sheep. Blah blah blah. My mother, I tried. She tried. We cohabitate. It works. The only person I’d consider myself close with is Nana.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Oh for fucks sake, I don’t know. I guess I wanted to be what all little kids want to be. A doctor. A police officer. A firefighter. Then I grew up.
As a child, what were your favorite activities?
I liked art or rather, painting on the walls and floors, reading, making models and dioramas, causing trouble, having tantrums.
As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
I was an extrovert. Very loud and talkative. Charming from what I’ve been told. I could talk my way out of trouble and into extra cookies, etc.
As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
Of course I was popular. Throughout school, my best friend for a lack of a better word, was Edmond Hamilton. He was a good kid. Strong and a good listener. He was the bronze to my brains. His father was a senator and his mother a pediatric surgeon. His parents weren’t home much so we through a lot of parties at his house. He had this cousin too, Anthony. He wasn’t wealthy like the rest of us. The senator’s brother, Anthony’s father, had a gambling problem and his mother, a drinking problem. As a result, he just wanted to find people he felt he ‘belonged’ with. Well, of course we’d ues that to our advantage. We could usually convince Anthony to steal stuff for us, do our dirty work. Edmond’s a big wig hedge fund manager and Anthony’s in prison. In high school, I fucked around with Rei you know, just as something to do. I outright told her that but you know, I’m not responsible for her feelings. I also fucked around with Alana Kingsley too.
When and with whom was your first kiss?
I think I was 10, give or take, and it was with…what was her name? Victoria Calloway.
Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
Mmm, a little personal aren’t we doc? Well, if you must know, I followed in the tradition of all the male Monroe’s before. On my 16th birthday, my father got an escort and that was that. I know what you’re thinking, how problematic it is. How a child that young can’t make a choice like that, yadayadayada. Save it. I’m fine.
PART 3: BELIEFS & OPINIONS
Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
Neither. Both are ridiculous concepts. You can’t generalize yourself in that way. Do I have a brighter outlook on some experiences, sure. Grimmer on others. I’d say I’m more cynical than anything.
What is your greatest fear?
Why bother with fear? Fear is what you have when you think you can’t do something or that you’ll fail. I don’t do either of those things.
What are your religious views?
Religion is awesome. Think about it. The very few have the power over the masses all because they claim to be a voice for some divinity. How genius is that? They can control these people under the guise of a better afterlife? Sign me up to be the leader of that. That and also look at the drama it incites. How would you not love it.
What are your political views?
I don’t care either way but I was raised Republican.
What are your views on sex?
It’s a fun necessity.
Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
No, absolutely not. That’s just a ploy or something that society has made up in order to get people to marry and procreate in a specific set of parameters. It’s absolute bullshit.
What do you believe makes a successful life?
Realism. Being real will lead you to success. But then again, I’m also a chronic, pathological liar. But I’m real about the characters I develop.
How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
I’m always honest.
Do you have any biases or prejudices?
I think comics are low art. I don’t know if that counts as a bias? And I think I’m smarter than everyone so that might be one too.
Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
I don’t put limits on myself.
Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Maybe my dogs but that’s about it. No one deserves my death.
PART 4: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS
In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?
I’m polite to everyone however, our definitions tend to differ I suppose. My politeness is truth centered. I’m not going to sugar coat my words to spare your feelings. That wouldn’t help you grow as a person. All these people with thin skins need me.
Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
Me, myself, and I. Should be self-explanatory.
Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
If I have to pick someone, I’d say Lars Von Trier. Excellent filmmaker.
Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
Eck, best friends. I try not to have friends like that because again, people let you down.
Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.’
That’s a joke, right?
Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
I love myself.
What do you look for in a potential lover?
I don’t look for potential lovers.
How close are you to your family?
I talk to my sisters at least once a week. My parents maybe once a month. About as close as oil and vinegar. We exist in the same salad dressing bottle but like never really together.
Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
I mean, not that I know of but who’s really to say. I’d assume if I impregnated someone she’d probably try to sue me for child support or something. But as of right now, I don’t have any desire to have kids or a family for that matter. If we haven’t noticed by now, I’m selfish as fuck.
Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
Rich probably. Or Mr. Franklin.
Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
Rich, because it’s his job.
If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
Probably my dogs, Benedict and Constance.
Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
Declan Wentworth. That son of a bitch tried to embarrass me in front of the entire school by pulling my pants down during the student body elections. Jokes on him. Not only did I win president, which I didn’t even want because I was only running as a joke, but it made a rather good impression among the girls in our grade if you catch my drift.
Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
I don’t argue. I state facts and people get butthurt. That’s not my issue.
Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
I’m naturally charismatic, what do you think?
Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
I wouldn’t say I particularly like it. I could go either way. But I do enjoy being in charge of them and making them do stuff so.
Do you care what others think of you?
Fuck no.
PART 5: LIKES & DISLIKES
What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
Ugh, I hate this question. People always ask this when they don’t know what else to ask. As if what I like to do says a lot about who I am. Please.
What is your most treasured possession?
My Varicam, my Minolta.
What is your favorite color?
Black and I don’t care if that’s a shade.
What is your favorite food?
The Tomahawk Ribeye from Bowery Meat Company.
What, if anything, do you like to read?
Mostly things about cults or charismatic leaders.
What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?
I enjoy a good film, watching people argue, lying, etc.
Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?
All of the above and absolutely not. I’m no quitter.
How do you spend a typical Saturday night?
Typically Saturday night? There’s no such thing for me. I’m either out gallivanting the city or throwing some sort of getting together at my place.
What makes you laugh?
People falling.
What, if anything, shocks or offends you?
The stupidity of others although I shouldn’t be surprised.
What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?
I’d go find some shit bar to sit in. Maybe cause a fight or something. Not between me and someone. Between two other people. It’d be interesting to watch.
How do you deal with stress?
Drugs.
Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
Spontaneous.
What are your pet peeves?
Ignorance. Goody two shoes.
PART 6: SELF IMAGES & OTHER
Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?
Routine? I don’t believe in routines.
What is your greatest strength as a person?
Everything.
What is your greatest weakness?
Nothing.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Again, Nothing?
Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
Extroverted.
Are you generally organized or messy?
Messy is a sign of weakness. I have no weaknesses.
Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
Just three? Fine. Filmmaking, pissing people off, talking. There’s nothing I’m bad at so that question isn’t valid.
Do you like yourself?
No. I love myself.
What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?
I’m pretty accomplished right now so I’m good. Thanks.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Still rich. Still causing trouble.
If you could choose, how would you want to die?
In a blaze of glory probably. Something dramatic of course.
If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
Have a final meal at Bowery Meat, do a fuck ton of coke, set my apartment on fire.
What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
I don’t care if people remember me after I die.
What three words best describe your personality?
Amazing. Perfect. Talented.
What three words would others probably use to describe you?
Again, Amazing, perfect, Talented.
#I know some of these questions are like intakey questions but just you know play along#just trying to get my muse back.#also forgot a lot about the bowman here#about#also if this aligns with any of your characters beliefs and shiz shoot me a message so we can plot#drug tw#alcohol tw
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Sorry, Not Sorry P1 of 2
Happy Lowman x Reader/ Reader x Jack OFC
Summary: Happy cheated and you want to make him miss what he lost. Being confident and finding a strength you never knew. Also running into an old friend could prove problematic for Happy and his hopes to get you back.
Triggers: Cheating, violence. Implied Smut. 18+ Only. If you are under 18+, kindly un-follow.
Also changed some of the story line loves.
Also, also I suck and grammar and stuff.. sorry... no sorry. ;) See that hahahaa.... no seriously though, sorry.
Also, also, also.. Flashbacks are in italics.
Stepping off the motorcycle your heels hit the cement with a clack. Taking off the helmet, you shook out your hair so it laid perfectly. The bass from the club was felt in the cement as you walked closer to the door. Wrapping your black manicured nails around the door knob, you opened it slowly. “THERE SHE IS!!” You laughed seeing Lyla and Wendy fake bowing to you as you walked in. “Hey LASS!” Chibs wrapped an arm around your waist kissing your cheek. “Hey Handsome!” you kissed back nodding to him. “Man, you look better than you ever have..” Chibs winked to you. He gave you the confidence you needed tonight. Wendy slid you a whisky over ice. Taking a sip, the burn such a nice welcome. “Girl, look at you, we need to dance.” You nodded finishing your drink. Holding up three fingers, three shots appeared. You each took one. Wendy grabbed your hand, dragging you on the dance floor, waving to Chibs. He chuckled watching you. You where dressed in ripped up skinny jeans. They where ripped all up your thighs, wearing black high heeled boots to your knees. A pocket knife slipped on the side of one of them. You wore a deep neck shirt, your back lace bra showing and your whole back for show as well. Tattoos on full display. A small bandage over his crow. You refused to lose your friends and family because of his terrible decision. “Your covering his crow” Lyla smirked. “Take it off.” She peeled the bandage showing slight discomfort. It was a huge wolf howling. “Wow! So pretty!” You laughed and moved your hips back and forth dancing with the girls. You noticed it was only Bobby and Chibs who had been at the club so far. Tacoma was down and Nevada was up. Wendy called you, begging you to come. Gemma doing the same. The door slammed open and there was hooting and hollering. The boys where back from a gun run. A song came on and you smirked. This song with a bunch of bikers made you laugh. Someone went to turn it and you threw your knife missing them slightly shaking your head no. “Sorry not sorry” By Demi Lovato played. You stood on the bar with Wendy and Lyla. You sang the lyrics as you danced with your girls. You seen Happy walk through the door. His eyes wide seeing you dancing on the bar. JAx and everyone walked away dodging the heat that was about to show. “Payback is a bad bitch and baby I am the baddest!” before jumping off you turned around, showing your new tattoo. Happy stopped mid stride seeing this. His heart dropped seeing you were done completely with him. You walked through the crowd dancing. “Baby Im sorry, I’m not sorry!” You walked up to him singing the song. “Talk that talk baby, you better walk that walk baby!” Walking passed him, you jumped on the pool table, Gemma was next to you smirking and nodding a bit. You grabbed her hand and lifted her on the pool table. Truth is, you and her where so close, so when Happy cheated on you, she didn’t give you any bullshit. She knew you would not take his shit. To see you looking so good and confident made her beam. She looked to Happy, his face was tense and he was ruined. The song ended you jumped off the pool table. Lifting Gemma up and set her down on the ground.
Happy couldn’t stop staring at you. You were so strong, physically and mentally. You could box in the ring and clean up a bloody mess without thinking twice. He gritted his teeth together, leaning against the bar table. “She is out to kill tonight..” Tig whispered to him. He looked to Tig with death in his eyes.
“How could you ruin us so easily?” You spat at him, pushing the knife to his throat. HE didn’t budge. He knew better than to test you and your knife skills. Walking back from him, you took off the ring, setting it on the bed table, slamming your knife between it and the table. Turning to your side of the dresser, your grabbed some of your clothes. Happy took a step towards you, to grab you, to beg for forgiveness. You seen his step, you picked up the lap and threw it at him. It shattered cutting his arm. “Next time, I won’t miss your fucking head.” Usually Happy would grab her, slamming her to the wall for disrespecting him. Yet with y/n.. she wouldn’t take that shit. When you said “Sit” She would say “Fuck off”. That is why he loved her.. so much he hurt her. She was too good for him.
Happy followed her movements. She walked outside, a bottle of Jack in hand and a cig. Wendy and Lyla not far from her, almost protecting her. He glanced outside to see her smoking, dancing on the picnic table and chugging the Jack. They were playing their own music, a more pop feel to it. You lost your self in the music. Dancing provocatively with your friends. Wendy in front of you and Lyla behind you. You seen Opie and Jax outside along with a few patches watching you three. You always did know how to draw a crowd. “I love this song!!!” Wendy yelled. You smirked a bit seeing Happy standing by the door. You jumped off the picnic table walking up to a patch. Happy seen who it was. He was younger, more of a pretty boy. “I just wanna feel your body on me” Happy froze at the song. This song was your song when you stripped for him.
Body on me By Rita Ora and Chris Brown played in the background. Happy had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. The sight of you slowly taking of your clothes had his mouth watering and his pants tight. Your turned around as he seen his freshly tattooed crow on you. That sight almost made him cum right then. Your body twirled to the song, dancing in your black laced panties that seemed to be made for your ass alone. Sitting on his lap, sliding your hips against his ever growing buldge. He tried to slide his hands on you. “Look but no touch..” You whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver. You where a vixen, a siren that he was in love with.
The flash back caused him to gasp slightly, seeing you against the patch. He watched as you slowly lifted his shirt, showing the mans abs as you faked fanned yourself. Wendy whooped and Lyla laughed. The patch, who was clearly new, blushed. The song ended and you went back to the table, grabbing the bottle of Jack, clearly chugging it. “My chick Bad” Played and you laughed a bit and sat back while Lyla and Wendy sang the song that the boys rolled there eyes slightly at, but found it comical.
Happy was against the wall. Jax next to him. They had been ambushed and now four goons with guns where watching them. Two shots rang out. The other two men looked around for the gun shots. You jumped from the roof, Kicking one in the ribs, using the other mans gun to shoot him. Grabbing a gun from your jeans, you shot the other in the head. Happy’s mouth was agape looking at you. He was so turned on and so confused at your ninja like skills. “Honey what do you want for dinner, after I clean this mans nasty blood off of me?” Jax stoop up and hugged you tightly. “Saved our asses doll.” You smiled and kissed his cheek and hugged him after. Baddest chick alive.
The song ended and you stood up. “Need more Jack..” You mumbled to the girls. They nodded as you walked to the door. Walking through you brushed passed Happy like he ment nothing to you. Going to the bar, you bent over slightly. Your ass looking wonderful in those jeans. The bartender handed you a half bottle of Jack. You frowned seeing they had no full bottles. Happy couldn’t stop staring at you. He caused this, he caused you to be this ignorant towards him. Soon Wendy came in, begging you to sing a song outside. You took a sip of the bottle, following her back outside. Gangsta By Kelani played. “I need a gangster, to love me better… than all the others do…” You sang into the bottle. Lyla and Wendy clapped. “Rather die with me..” You looked over to happy. “I’m fucked up, I’m black and blue..” your hands glided over your now buzzed body“I am good on that pussy shit!” As you sang, you sang your heart out. Stepping to the ground you walked back to the patch you danced with. “My freakiness is on the lose, and running all over you. Please take me to places that no body knows.” You trailed your pointed finger across his chest. IT took everything Happy had not to put a bullet in the patches head.
Happy listened to the woman’s voice as she sang the song in the club. The patches hooted and hollered. It was the same girl that kicked Tigs ass for hurting Kozik with a cheap shot. The same girl who caught the screwdriver he dropped as he tried to hold up the oil gasket as he fixed it. If she needed a gangster.. he was one hell of an outlaw.
The alcohol hit you all at once. You slightly stumbled, the patch catching you gently. “Hey beautiful, lets have you sit down.” He lifted you, sitting you his lap. “The name is Jack.” He shook your hand gently. “Y/n.” He nodded smiling at you. He took out a cig offering you one. Nodding you opened your mouth, he lit it for you after. The tobacco hitting your lungs, feeling the calming aura. You chatted with Wendy as Jack and Jax talked a bit. He was one of the new patches from Tacoma you found out. He also knew who you where and was not scared of Happy since he was the one who fucked it up. An hour later, you laid your head against his shoulder, starting to pass out. “You can put her in my room since me and Lyla are going to head home.” Jack nodded,
he carried you into the club. Bumping into Happy. “What are you doing?” Jack sighed a bit. “Laying her in Opie’s room to rest.” You opened your eyes hearing Happy’s voice. “Put her in my room.. so she doesn’t”.. Your eyes opened, patting Jack to set you down. Holding his shoulder for support. “Don’t.. you fucking act like you care.. do not… dare tell him what too do. Tacoma killer or not.. your nothing to me anymore. One wolf..” You pointed to your back. You grabbed Jacks hand to follow you. He nodded to Happy following you. Opening Opie’s door, Jack helped you take your boots off. “Thanks.. hun..” “I get your using me to get back at Happy.” Jack laughed a bit as he spoke. “Naw.. I am showing the other girls here you are a winner. Just don’t cheat on a girl.” Jack nodded sitting next to you. You laid your swirling head in his lap, looking up at him. “I have like five years on you.. why are you chilling with me.” You hiccupped slightly. He chuckled down at you. “Because lets be honest, you are the most beautiful woman here.” You smiled up at the man nodding. “Some people don’t think so..” “What happened that night?”
Walking into the house after a long day at work, all you wanted was to rest with your old man. Maybe have a go in the sheets to ease the stress in your joints. Taking off your Nikes, you walked down the hall, hearing an odd sound. Opening your bedroom door you seen a woman bent over. Happy groaning as he fucked her from behind. You looked at the girl and noticed she was from the diner in Lodi. Your instinct took over and you grabbed your gun and shot next to the girl, hitting the mattress. The girl looked up frantic and seen you standing in the door frame. Your gun in hand, your face blank. “I suggest you get out of here before I bury your body.” The girl stood up putting on her clothes, franticly, tripping over her own feet. She ran passed you, darting out the door. You felt like falling to the ground dieing. You had one rule with Happy. No Cheating. Even on runs. You had stayed more than loyal to him. “Y/N please…” Happy spoke lowly. Finally you snapped.
Jack sat there watching as you spoke. He noticed almost how numb to the story you were. “His loss..” Jack spoke calmly brushing loose hair from your face. Closing your eyes, you passed out completely. Jack Pulled you all the way up on the pillows. He took off his boots and laid next to you being exhausted as well. You body instantly leaned into his chest, snuggling close. He smiled slightly rubbing you back. “Remember me yet?” he whispered to her sleeping frame.
Waking up you stretched out. Your eyes opened with light filling them. Looking over you seen the bed was empty. Hearing yelling, you grabbed your shoes and sprinted out to he club house. It was empty. Sprinting outside you looked to see Happy and Jack in the ring. “Enough you two!” Gemma yelled. Jax trying to make her step away. Without thinking you dropped you heels, jumping up and over the ring ropes. “Enough!” You grabbed the punch Happy was about to throw. “Leave him alone.” Your heart was beating a million miles per minute. It was the first time you said any words to him since that night. “Why!” Happy got in your face, his rage was on full blast. “Because he has nothing to do with what happened between us.” Happy went to put a hand on your shoulder. You took it as a punch. You dipped under his arm, grabbing it and twisting it back, hopping over his back and slamming his face to the ground. “Gemma get Jack out of here.” You yelled out. She ushered for Jack to come out, Jax standing in the way. You let Happy go, standing straight getting off of him. “You two need to make up, you where perfect together.” Jax was never one to be rough with you, growing up with him was the simple reason. “No.. it was shit. A waste of my damn time.” You shoved past him and grabbed Jacks hand dragging him with. “Yes I remember you.. by the way.” Jack smiled slightly at that sentance. “IT was four years ago, I lost control of my motorcycle up in Tacoma.. you seen me crash and took me to the hospital.” Jack smiled nodding. “If it wasn’t for you.. I would be dead.” He kissed your cheek. “Good to see your still alive and doing well. Talk about small world.” “No kidding.. when did you join SOA?” you asked walking to your bike. “Two years ago” You nodded to him. “Coffee?” Smiling he walked to his bike, starting it.
He seen you park at a small house with a huge plot of land. “Welcome to my home.” “I thought we where getting coffee?” you chuckled. “We are, I am a coffee enthusiast.” He smiled. He watched as you opened the French doors to the patio of the house and three dogs ran out. He watched as you started to make some coffee. “Want a pumpkin bar?” Jack nodded sitting in one of the chairs. “I thought we came back to your house to have a quick lay.” Wiggling his eyebrows you both laughed.
#happy lowman#Jax Teller#bobby#gemma teller#chibs telford#tig trager#lyla#wendy#sons of anarchy#sons of anarchy imagine#soa#soa imagine
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KAIROS. 1
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Sugar!Daddy AU, Fake!GF AU
Warnings: angst, smut, degrading names, mentions of cheating, dom themes, asshole hoseok
Words: 10k
Summary: Jung Hoseok is the devil in Armani. Self-entitled, rich, with striking good looks, there’s nothing he wants for with his parents’ money backing up his extravagant lifestyle. Yet when suddenly he’s forced to find himself a humble girlfriend or say goodbye to his monthly paycheck, he runs into you, lacking everything he possibly looks for in a girl. But he’s desperate, and being desperate makes a man do crazy things.
a/n: tysm to my irl bff @garbageeking for beta-ing for me and providing me with endless sugar!daddy hobi inspo to help me finish this chapter!!! ily!
The high chime of yet another eager customer ricocheted off of pale yellow walls, leather booths, and tiled flooring that was worn down with age. The quaint little shop lacked elegance, yet made up for it with charm. Watercolor paintings of sea cliffs, dipping waves, and golden sand hung from every corner of the small cafe, each dated and signed by a unique signature in the far left corner.
“Table three!” Your father’s gruff voice reminded from the back storage room, your attention once again redirected to the easily recognizable and overgrown mop of dusty brown hair, belonging to your best friend, who wore a forlorn frown, looking especially distressed as he sat himself into his regular booth. Red leather squeaked under the weight of his body as he threw himself down onto it, leaning his head against the cool glass of the large window that overlooked the crowded sidewalks and busy streets, a long horizon of blue easily noticeable in the distance.
“You look like you need some pie.”
Already cutting a slice of apple, made by yourself early that morning and still fresh from the oven, you listened to a dramatic sigh escape the mouth of Taehyung, who looked well and truly miserable. Just for that, you added a small scoop of ice cream onto the plate, not required, but due to the fondness you held for the sulking boy.
“Here.” Sliding into the opposite seat of the booth, you placed the pie in front of him, fork alongside it, waiting for him to direct his attention towards you, instead of sitting there with his eyes closed, looking especially pitiful.
“My brain says eat the pie, but my heart is saying no.”
Smile forming due to his dramatic antics, you lightly laughed, reaching for the fork yourself. “So you wouldn’t care if I….”
As if harboring a secret power, one that detected when his precious food was in danger, Taehyung’s eyes snapped open in a flash, hand instantly reaching out to gently prod your own away.
“Hand’s off sister, this is my pie.”
It also didn’t take him more than four bites to devour said pie, a sign that he was truly upset over the likes of something.
“What’s wrong?” Resting your head against your palm, you waited patiently as he silently went through the various steps in spilling his inner dilemma. Sadness, regret, anger and finally acceptance. All in the span of thirty seconds. Yet you knew how Taehyung worked, had for many years, and as his longest friend, you owed it to him to wait with patience until he was ready.
“It’s Yuna…” He trailed off, eyes focusing on the now empty plate settled on the table in front of him, as if dreading your reaction.
“Again? Tae...” Now it was your turn to frown, the name settling over you like a sickening poison, leaving you feeling ill with just the reminder of who exactly it belonged to. Lifting his eyes from the plate, he looked at you with a stare that read ‘don’t judge me’ because he couldn’t help who he yearned for, even if it was the bitchiest, most stuck up and conniving girl at the university you both attended.
Min Yuna was a third year, whereas you and Taehyung were only in your second. She stemmed from a large, rich, yet problematic family that owned half the beach town and workers within it. The same family that most likely left her with repressed issues that came out as snarky comments and twisted manipulation. People worshiped the ground she walked on, boys flocked to her long legs and slim waist like moths to a flame, girls stepped back in awe as she paraded through the halls, a silent action done by her humble servants, ones that screamed their instant devotion and subservience to the wicked witch.
It was the same girl Taehyung had decided years ago that he would altogether love and equally get his heart broken by. A boy that wore his heart on his sleeve, one that was two sizes too big for his chest; a boy that cared deeply for the people around him, talked to every stray animal he passed on the street, and helped every old lady that needed her groceries carried five blocks. The same boy that Yuna stepped all over, while knowingly getting away with it because any attention from her was better than none, in Taehyung’s words, not your own.
So in all, you deeply despised the bitch with an over-sized ego and five inch stilettos. She was a walking bomb, destroying everything in her wake, and in her crossfire your sweet friend was being broken down piece by piece.
“What did she do now?”
You were afraid to ask, as it was always something entirely new and twisted with her. Taehyung was a free spirit, one who didn’t let social norms and expectations keep him from what he wanted. So he pursued Yuna, since the tenth grade, and each time it left him with another piece of himself hollowed out.
“I bought her this bracelet at the stalls today, it made me think of her because of the little sharks that dangled from it. She’s like a shark, quick and stealthy, but sharks are often made out to be evil when really they're just wandering the ocean lonely, and by themselves.”
Your own chest felt tight as he retrieved a silver bracelet from his pocket, made of cheap metal, most likely sold by one of the little old ladies that opened their jewelry stalls every morning on the beach front, hoping to attract the tourists that littered by with their hats and cameras.
The little charms clanked together as he carelessly dropped it onto the tabletop, where it landed in the center; seven little blue sharks carefully spaced apart, with a single sea shell between each gap. It was cheesy, something meant for an overexcited child, yet if you had been in Min Yuna’s shoes, you would have accepted the bracelet with open hands and a smile, simply because it came from someone like Taehyung, who had nothing but love and fondness swimming inside of him.
Tack on another reason to hate the sea witch.
“She laughed when I tried giving it to her, threw it back in my face and said to stop wasting her time with cheap gifts.”
“I’m so sorry Tae…” You didn’t know what to say, knowing that another lecture on who he chose to love was not what he needed from you at the moment, and having been in the same situation many times before, you carefully slid the bracelet back towards him and reached for his hand.
“Keep it for now, who knows, maybe she’ll see the light one day and realize what a catch you are. Anyone would be lucky to date you, you take me out for ice cream almost daily, and I’m not even your girlfriend!”
You watched with success as his lips turned up into a familiar boxy grin, squeezing your hand in his larger one as an unsaid thank you for your attempts at brightening up his sour mood. You two continued to sit in silence together, the cafe vacant save for the both of you. It wasn’t unpleasant, and just what you’d expect from Taehyung, who often preferred to get lost in his own thoughts, yet didn’t like the idea of being alone. So with you sitting across from him, he felt compelled to relax into his seat, staring out the window with a soft sigh.
You let your own eyes wander out into the populated streets, a sinking feeling weighing you down into soft leather upon noticing not one person sparing a lingering glance towards the cafe, feet carrying them a further distance towards a more exciting, curb appealing, restaurant that would empty their wallets quicker than the plane ride that got them there in the first place.
You tried not to spare a glance at the showcase of fresh pies and sweet treats lined up perfectly at the front counter, ones that you had helped hand make yourself at six this morning, tried not to listen to the heavy breaths and small complaints of your father as he rolled out yet another slab of dough onto the back kitchen counter, limbs aching and fingers cramping from yet another day of hard work and no sales.
You tried to ignore the increasing stack of letters, with red bold print stamped onto the fronts, that were secretly tucked away from your eyes upon the old bookshelf lined with aged cookbooks. An attempt to keep you in the unknown at the financial crises the cafe was in, one that had been in your family for past generations, one that was laden with late night closings and early morning baking from each family to the next, one that had its heart and soul poured into every crevice.
One that was slipping away from you and your father, little by little each day.
/~/
Morning brought nothing but blue skies and soft winds, a perfect day for the beach, as almost every sign in town read, plastered about street corners and gift shops to the ever indulgent tourists. For you, it was just Friday, which meant your day off from helping run the shop and in turn attempting to keep caught up with the pile of homework that was steadily growing on your desk.
Finding your father in the kitchen with his usual cup of coffee, a cheap roast that was the routine start to every day, you greeted him with the usual smile, reaching for the orange juice sat on the counter for you readily. Another small act by your father, who still managed to smile despite the heavy weights perched on each shoulder hauntingly.
“You seeing your mom today?” He asked indifferently, which you supposed was for your own convenience. As if showing true emotion towards the predicament would ultimately upset you. Yet, being dismissive was just as bad. You decided not to voice your concerns though, as he was trying, in his own way. The situation was a sad one after all.
“Yeah, I’ll head over there before going to campus.”
He smiled at you over his cup of coffee, already dressed for the day, grey hair speckled against soft hazel, his eyes looking older than he was. You knew your father harbored troubles secretly, was not an open book when it came to you, because protecting you from the truth was easier than letting you in.
“I’ll tell her you said hello.”
“You do that darlin’, I’m sure she’d love to hear it.”
With that he was back to reading his paper, sipping dutifully from his cup, glasses perched low upon his nose.
/~/
Fluorescent bulbs made the room seem stiff, the cleansing smell of sterile sheets and floors making your nose itch from where you sat perched in a small lounge chair, your usual spot situated beneath a large window overlooking the boisterous town.
The weight of a withering paperback sat comfortably in your lap, your feet propped up to the side of of the chair, the familiar symphony of beeps blaring out in the otherwise quiet room. Tubes of all shapes, all colors, twisted and bent together, all leading to one destination. The person in the hospital bed, eyes closed with faux breaths seemed like a mere stranger, had for the past six months. The tubes connecting to their body, head, arms, resembled vicious vines that were slowly closing in, sucking the artificial air right out of their lungs.
The ICU was never over crowded, neither was the spacious hospital, fair in size compared to the one in the city, which was only an hours drive. Doctors often recognized you within the bleached walls, smiling a familiar yet otherwise empty greeting at you. It was common curtesy, came with the territory, you supposed. Mostly they knew you as the girl who visited her mother every Friday at ten in the morning, book clutched to chest and endless hope in your eyes. You knew they pitied you, it wasn’t hard to tell with how often the nurses came in to check on you during your usual two hour visits. You came to hate the sympathetic looks they’d send you every time you’d leave, hope once again shattered in disappointment.
With a longing glance, you gazed upon the number of bodies swarming golden sand, kites of multicolors swaying through the wind translucently. You watched children splash through the waves, able to imagine the cheerful laughter bellowing from their little bodies at the pure joy that summer brought them, that your town provided them.
Yet you couldn’t help but think how much pain it had brought you instead.
“We never did learn to surf.” Producing the smallest of grins, your lips curling up in a reminiscent smile, you let your fingertips run over the smooth spine of the novel, a calming treasure that instantly stilled your rapid heart.
“We never did a lot of things, did we?”
This time you looked at her, truly saw her instead of pretending to look, just like you always did when you’d visit. The view from the twenty second floor had become your scapegoat during the long visits, your chest not being able to bear the sight of your own mother laying before you, unmoving and unaware.
“Hope I’m not interrupting?”
Two knocks tapped firmly against the slightly ajar door, a soft-spoken voice following soon after. You watched a tuft of blond hair peek around the corner, black thick framed glasses perched high upon the slope of a perfect nose; a man unknown to you.
“Uh, well… not really. Sorry, who exactly are you?”
Untucking your legs from the chair and ignoring the slight bouts of pain shooting through the muscles, you quickly stood, dropping your book into the cushioned seat of your absence. The man must have noticed your confused stare, since he muttered something to himself rather quickly, before letting out a somewhat embarrassed laugh.
“Sorry, you don’t know me, but I’m Doctor Kim’s intern.”
The man slowly pushed open the door, stepping into the room soon after, your eyes casting a study of the rather tall stranger from head to toe. He was young, had a boyish look to him that let you know he wasn’t someone to be intimidated by, especially with his Ryan printed dress shirt tucked into a pair of tight fitting slacks, a white medical coat finishing the rather bizarre ensemble.
It was obvious he dyed his hair, the pale blonde locks starting to darken near the roots, fringe styled up and away from his eyes, still allowing him to keep a speck of professionalism with him. You noticed his demeanor grow nervous, fingers fiddling with the three pens clipped into his coat pocket, instantly boosting your curiosity about the strange man.
“Intern? I didn’t know Doctor Kim had an intern, he never mentioned anything…” You trailed off, more so to yourself than anything else.
“Yes, well it’s only my third day so I’m sure he hasn’t had time to talk about me yet.”
He chuckled at his own joke, cheeks turning a shade darker while simultaneously prodding at his bottom lip, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the guys attempt at humor. It was no wonder he was so fidgety and nervous, being fresh meat and all to the higher ups who worked around the clock at the hospital.
“Is he not in today?” Furrowing your brows in confusion, you thought back to the brief conversation you had with Doctor Kim over the phone the day before, where he promised to update you on any latest concerns or improvements on your next visit.
Unless there was nothing to tell, then he had no reason to show face after all.
“He had a family emergency he needed to tend to, and told me to check up on you to let you know.” Taking a step closer, shortening the large gap, he shot a blinding grin your way, dimples and all, before sticking out his hand rather confidently.
“I’m Doctor Kim, but you can call me Namjoon, since I’m sure that would get confusing in the future.”
Placing your palm into his much larger one, you were surprised at how gentle he shook your hand, letting the tips of his fingers brush against yours as he pulled away. Your cheeks were suddenly hot, head slightly dizzy from how quickly the man, Namjoon, went from shy and reserved to anything but.
“I’m ____.” You smiled, letting your hand fall back to your side, still slightly warm from his touch. You mentally scolded yourself for acting so insane, like you were thirteen again seeing a handsome face appear before you. How long had it been since you’d even last held someone’s hand?
It was pathetic really.
“Umm, Doctor Kim didn’t happen to mention any news on my mom, did he?”
Your fingers interlocked together, resting against your fluttering stomach, nails digging into the skin of your palms as you watched his face dim from pleasantly happy to sorrowful. It was a face you were used to, could practically see upon any person you came in contact with.
“No he didn’t, I’m sorry.” He turned to take a quick glance at the patient lying in the bed, monitor displaying a steady pulse, and nothing else. No activity, no consciousness, nothing. When he turned back to you, your hands fell in slight defeat, not even remotely disappointed as you should have been. The answer was always the same anyways.
“If there’s any changes, I’ll make sure to call you right away, if not me then Doctor Kim.”
With a weak nod, and forced smile of gratitude, you let out a sigh of acceptance, while reaching down to grab your backpack from its spot next to the chair.
“Thank you, it was nice meeting you Namjoon.”
You watched him walk backwards, clipboard in hand, while faintly bumping into the counter behind him on his way to the door, an embarrassed chuckle leaving his mouth in a rush. Holding up two fingers, he slightly waved a brief goodbye.
“You as well, ____.”
After he slipped through the door, leaving you once again standing in an eerie silence of repetitive beeps, you quickly slung your bag onto your shoulder while your hands curled over the plastic railing at the foot of the bed.
Her hair was brushed, strew out across the pillowcase in thin curls, the tube down her throat making you shudder, eyes closing at the image you’d rather not see, not have to bear any longer. When you opened them again, you had hoped she’d be staring back at you, that your mere presence would have been enough to wake her from the induced sleep she’d been put into.
You weren’t though, you weren't enough.
“See you next time.”
Stepping away from the bed was like leaving her all over again, saying goodbye to her just like you had those six months ago after she insisted that you do it, just in case, because life wasn’t all that kind and you would need the closure.
Just in case.
“By the way, dad says he misses you. We both do.”
With that you turned and left, unable to spare a single glance behind as you did.
/~/
“Fuck, that’s it, yes.”
Drops of sweat lined his brow, ran a path down his neck while dripping onto tainted sheets dirtied with cum and sweat. The girl on his cock bounced beautifully, tits slapping in his face with every drop, throat exposed and littered with red bites that would blossom into bruises lasting for days, a little reminder of her endeavors in his bed.
“O-h, fuck me harder, god your cock is fucking heaven!”
Hoseok smirked, fingertips digging harder into her hips, nails leaving crescent marks into the bones that protruded in his hold, helping push her back down onto him. She had an unyielding grip on the tufts of his hair, pulling at his roots hard enough that his jaw clenched in discomfort, but being balls deep in a wet cunt was undoubtedly worth the pain, especially when the girl knew how to roll her hips in a way that had him snarling the filthiest shit into her ear.
Removing a hand from her waist, Hoseok gripped the long black locks cascading down her back in a tight fist, pulling her head back and body into a perfect arch. He reveled in the whimper of pain that left her cherry coated lips, an eye for an eye and all that. Sitting up straighter, Hoseok held her down onto his cock, instructing her to grind on him while he ravished her perky little nipples, his free hand running down her ass to grab a cheek full of flesh.
Wrapping his lips around a nipple, he let his teeth scrape against the supple skin, earning a high pitched squeal from her in return. His tongue laved over her, tasting the salty tang on his tongue while leaving small nips and bites in his wake. It was enough to have her shaking atop him, thighs trembling and walls clenched.
Releasing his hold on her, he was none the gentle pushing her off of him, ignoring the confused pout she sent him while toppling down onto the plush bed. She really was a pillow princess, preferred to be doted on while being fucked into earth shattering orgasms. Hoseok didn’t give a fuck in the slightest, as he could take her however he wanted, position her how he wanted, and she’d let him, as long as she got to cum in the end. It was like having his own personal sex doll, just a living and breathing one at that.
Details.
“Hose-”
“Turn around, wanna fuck you from behind.”
And like that, her eyes were lighting up like he’d just asked her to meet him at the alter. Inside, Hoseok scoffed, noting the girl to be nothing more than a two timing slut that was bored with her below average husband, coming to him to show her the finer things in life. Like his cum down her throat and his hand prints on her ass.
“Mmm, okay.”
On his knees, one hand stroking himself as he impatiently watched her situate her body to his liking, chest flush to the bed and ass high in the air. On the outside, Hoseok was delighted at how shameless she was, her plush cheeks parting to give him a glimpse of what she was offering. On his tamer days, he might have asked if he could bury his face between those cheeks, letting her coat his tongue as he toyed with her well beyond her limit, but Hoseok was feeling especially selfish at the moment and so was his dick.
“Your ass is to die for, jesus christ.”
After letting one ringing slap land on her ass that jiggled beneath his palm, he lined the head of his cock to her cunt, not delaying his pleasure for any longer as he slid into her with ease, her walls clamping down around him in sudden shock.
“Warn me next time!” She whined, like the little brat she was. Hoseok ignored her, instead let his hands run down the slope of her spine, before once again grabbing her hair, this time with both hands, as leverage to fuck himself into her.
“God damn, your pussy is gold Mina, don’t know why you let that thing you call a man into it every night.”
Groans slipped from his throat, jumbled with her own screams and squeals as he impaled her on him with every snap of his hips, shallow and quick, his end rapidly approaching. He could feel it building in his stomach, abs tensed and balls tingling with every slap against her thighs.
“Yes, yes Hoseok, harder, fucking wreck me!”
He snarled, lips curling in and darkened with his impending climax. Bending down so his chest was flush against her back, he slowed his pace to deep rolls, cock bottoming out with every grind, never fully leaving the warmth she provided him.
“Fuck, take my cock you little slut.” His teeth clamped down onto the skin behind her ear, her own eyes rolling back into her head at the sultry words that left his mouth like honey, coating her entire body in nothing short of ecstasy.
“I’ll have you coming back to me, every single night, worshiping my cock like you were meant to do.” Hoseok chuckled, voice graveled and rough. “After all, that’s all slut’s like you are good for, right?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m such a fucking slut for your cock! Please, god please let me come, I can’t-”
“No. You don’t come until I fill your filthy cunt up, I want it dripping out of you when you leave, that way your devoted little husband knows what his wife was really up to tonight. How you were- “
Returning to his previous position, on his knees behind her, Hoseok pulled out until only the sensitive head was enveloped by her cunt, lips puffy and red from his brutal fucking. With a satisfied look, he held onto her hips, thumbs digging in for aided emphasis.
“Getting ruined by a cock worth cheating for.”
Heavy breaths, skin slapping, throaty groans, they all echoed off the walls of the room as Hoseok fucked her from behind like a starved man, hips pistoning into her pussy as he hung on the brink of sanity. His mind was cloudy, in a blissed daze with how intense his orgasm was going to be, he was going to come so fucking hard. He wouldn’t be surprised if he passed the fuck out right after.
Which would most likely piss of the withering girl beneath him, but it’s not like he especially cared.
He could always compensate her in other ways.
“Fucking hell, I‘m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, gonna fill you and fuck it out of you…”
“Oh god, it’s so good, shit!” He could hear her cries, tears staining his pillow as she bit into the fabric to keep from biting her own damn lips. He swiveled his hips, fucking up into her while throwing his head back, releasing an audible groan that was most likely heard by the staff scattered around his house, but he didn’t care, because he was going to bust the biggest fucking nut in her in about two seconds and-
“Hello, Hello! How’s my fav- Oh, Hoseokie, I didn’t know you had company.”
The ever annoyingly grating voice of his brother was suddenly cock blocking his efforts, all singsong and sarcastic as he stood in the doorway with a grin that demanded attention despite his current predicament. It was obvious he didn’t care in the slightest about interrupting, with how he leaned against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, eyebrows raised expectantly.
Stopping mid-thrust, Hoseok eyed Seokjin over his shoulder with an annoyed look, hair disheveled and still balls deep in a now embarrassed and pliant girl beneath him. He scoffed. Now she chose to get all shy.
“Come along little brother, a family discussion is in order.”
Orgasm now miles away, cock softening instantly at the sight of his cheerful hyung in colorful prints and looking especially glowing despite having caught his baby brother mid-fuck, Hoseok let out a groan of frustration while removing himself from the bed, slipping back into a pair of black silk shorts.
“Really hyung? You couldn’t wait another ten fucking seconds?”
The girl slid out his bed soon after, wrapping a fluffy blanket around her body to maintain some modesty while averting her eyes downwards as she beelined it towards the door with clothes in hand, her escape being blocked by a broad shouldered Seokjin who eyed her with a faux smile, all judgement but too nice to let it show on his face.
“I’ll just umm, be leaving now. Hello Seokjin, nice seeing you again.”
Stepping aside to allow her room to pass, Seokjin gave a brief nod of his head, excellent at maintaining a nonchalant composure despite the situation. “You too Mina, do make sure and say hello to Charles for me would you?”
Hoseok outright laughed, shaking his head at the way his brother was able to execute an outright stab in the back while charming his words with a pleased smile. The girl look horrified, and the least bit ashamed as she sprinted out of the room, the front door of his house slamming only seconds later.
“That was low, even for you.”
“I don’t think you’re one to be lecturing me little brother. Downstairs in five, and wash your face, that color of lipstick doesn’t suit your complexion.”
/~/
“You really should work on not sleeping with married women.” Seokjin drawled on from his reclined position on Hoseok’s leather couch, legs crossed in a pristine professionalism that made the younger man roll his eyes upon entering the room.
Freshly showered and sporting comfortable clothing, black jeans and a matching hoodie, Hoseok had made sure to rub a quick one off before coming downstairs. To ease him into a more relaxed state, a nicer mood. Fuck knows he’d need it to deal with a temperamental Seokjin.
“You know me hyung, I never turn a willing participant away.”
He smirked, plopping down into the plush recliner across from the couch, making sure to keep his distance from the frown that was slowly forming on his brother’s face.
“She’s married you idiot, I thought you’d know better. If something like this gets out-” The older male shook his head at his brothers tendency to overlook the consequences that didn’t concern himself. It wasn’t often he received a call from his father telling him to go and scold the youngest of the family, even though Seokjin found himself doing that more than not on his own accord. Their father rarely got involved, and that simple fact made him just the slightest bit on edge.
“It’ll be bad for business, sales will go down, yeah I fucking know. You make sure and tell me every time you barge in here without knocking. This is my house you know.”
Hoseok’s irritation was slowly reaching its limit. Biting his tongue had never been a strong suit for him, and instead he chose to dig his nails into the fabric of the chair while giving his brother an annoyed stare.
“A house you didn’t pay for.”
“Details.”
“Father called. He wants to see you in his office tomorrow.”
He swallowed, pushed back the anxiety that instantly swarmed his body upon the mentioning of his sperm donor. Not like he had ever been a fucking dad to him anyways. Hoseok grew up with multiple nanny’s playing the role of mom after his birth one kicked the bucket after bringing him into this world. His step mom wasn’t any better, a statue could be more nurturing than that hellish woman.
“Why?”
Seokjin could hear the slight panic in his brother’s voice, simply because he knew him as well as he did. To others, it would come off as indifferent, uncaring of such an issue.
“Most likely another fuck up on your part.”
Hoseok let out an amused chuckle, while brushing away the fringe from his face and relaxing back into the chair, eyes closed and head tilted back into a temporary rest. He could hear the sound of Seokjin sipping at his coffee, the waves as they rolled onto the beach, with his house being only a few short steps away.
“Well, what’s fucking new.”
/~/
The campus was never overly crowded on Friday’s, especially during Summer term where people often chose to party on the beach instead of drowning in assignments and part-time jobs. You almost preferred the lack of people when you visited, it was easier to find unoccupied tables at ideal locations to study at instead of in the library that was suffocatingly stuffy, in a used books sort of way.
Noon was approaching as you sat under a large oak, hot sun blocked from view by the winding branches overhead. The grass felt cool against your bare legs, shoes kicked off to let your feet breath from the constant walking you had done earlier in the day, the strands of green tickling your toes whenever you shifted into a more comfortable position.
The courtyard was empty, save for you and one other person lounging at a nearby picnic table. You had been attempting to read the newest chapter of your economics book for the past half hour, yet your attention was always pulled back to the patch of yellow daisies to your left. Minor distractions kept pushing their way to the forefront of your mind, and sadly, you knew that you’d most likely get no studying done today with your ability to focus nonexistent.
Deeming it pointless to further pretend you were making any progress towards your studies, you slammed the heavy front of your textbook closed, shoving it back into your bag with a defeated look. You were about to reach for your phone to invite Tae out to lunch when a familiar high pitched, shrill voice, distracted you, your head peering around the edge of the tree to see Yuna herself talking carelessly loud on her phone.
“But Minnie! I was really looking forward to this trip with you!”
“Minnie! Don’t you care how I’m suffering right now? Just cancel your meeting!”
“Forget it, there’s no way you can possibly make this up to me!”
“......Did you say Chanel?”
“Gold with glitter jewels?”
“You’re the best Minnie! I’ll see you tonight, and I’ll wear the red dress just for you.”
Min Yuna held a certain aura that demanded everyone’s attention, whether good or bad. It wasn’t hard to miss her extravagant appearance; styled voluminous curls cascading down her back, fire red faux leather jacket perched upon her shoulders with a tight black mini skirt to match, and you scoffed when you noticed how it barely covered her ass. Her legs looked even longer, leaner, in the five inch stilettos she sported, despite the uneven terrain of the college.
Speaking of college.
“Yah! Yuna, why don’t you shut up, some people are trying to get some work done here.”
It wasn’t a secret that you despised her, everyone in town knew it, she knew it, even the ocean knew it, as it often got an earful of your complaints whenever you were forced to be within five feet of the devil in Prada.
If looks could kill, you would have surely gone up in flames the minute her gaze found your own, already immensely irritated that you had even dared utter a word to her. She still had the phone pressed to her ear, yet glossy red lips were now set into a sneer at your rude interruption. Quickly muttering something into the phone, to whom you had no idea, she ended the call before strutting your way, that obviously meant your impending doom, in her eyes at least.
To you, she was the least intimidating person you’d ever met.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than bud into people's lives that aren’t your own?” Yuna snapped aggressively, standing to your left with her arms crossed and hip jutted out. Looking up from your spot on the ground, your eyes squinted at the blurry image of her angered face, the sun’s brightness blocking your view, which you quickly shielded with your hand.
“Don’t you know that your voice is annoying? No one wants to hear what the hell you’re wearing to the club Yuna, no one gives a shit.”
A small ‘hmph’ passed through her lips, eyes rolling at your obvious judgement towards her. It wasn’t like you to stick around, picking fights with her, because in your eyes it deemed you no better than her. Yet a large part of you was still upset over how she had treated Taehyung, had practically kicked him to the curb for the thousandth time. So maybe indulging in a petty feud, for the sake of your friend, was worth it.
“At least I have somewhere to be tonight. All you ever do is sit around with your books, all by yourself, don’t you care that you have no fucking life?”
Anger burned hot in your chest, hatred for the pest standing before you boiling over into your veins, making your fists clench with unreleased fury, because you were not a violent person, even though you wanted nothing more than to land a punch square in her perfectly, fake nose.
Slipping your shoes back on while zipping up your bag, your education the last thing on your mind now, you stood up with determined eyes, and maybe Yuna saw how clearly pissed you were, as she took a large step back, chin jutted up with confidence that she’d have the last say.
“Listen, people may grovel at your feet, but I’m not one of them. I don’t care what you have to say, and I don’t particularly care that I chose to focus on my future instead of acquiring a new STD every night. You’re nothing Yuna, and your words mean nothing to me.”
You were getting too heated, venomous words spilling from your mouth in uncontrolled rage. It bothered you that she was able to slither her way under your skin so easily. You weren’t a confrontational person, in fact you really hated calling out anyone on their mistakes. Yet something about Yuna made you angrier than you’d ever been in your entire life, and with that came the desire to confront her, to call her out for being a complete nightmare to anyone she crossed paths with.
Inhaling a few, much needed breaths of air into your lungs, rant now fizzled out into a simmering vexation, you watched on with satisfaction at the look of shock that crossed over her features. You had never dared to be so bold in the past, and could tell that a part of her was perplexed by it.
“Obviously my words do mean something, or else you wouldn’t be getting so upset by them.”
She smirked, eyes darkened and ready for the kill. A look of unfamiliarity settled upon her face, one that sent warning signals to your brain, that it was a good time to flee and accept your small victory. Though, a brief thought crossed your mind, that maybe you had underestimated just how cruel Min Yuna could truly be.
“Why don’t you run home and focus on your own life, ____. With your father and his dying business. It’s obvious he could use the help, as his usual partner is well, a little preoccupied.”
A sickening sensation flared up in your chest, Yuna’s words snaked with thorns that tore into your heart, embedding themselves until you were bleeding openly from within. Recognition crossed over her face, a triumphant grin eerily stretching across her lips, a red that reminded you of the devil himself. All evil and no remorse, no conscious.
“H-how could you even say that to me?”
The unadulterated shock prevented the rage from overtaking you, stopped the tears from freely falling in response to her cruel words. Your family’s personal matters were no secret among the town, word traveled fast through a small vicinity, and people liked to partner gossip with their daily brunch. It was hard, receiving pitying looks from locals whenever you’d pass by, their condolences sent with the usual frown and diverted eyes.
Yet no one dared to ever ask you about your mom, not having the courage to shed light on such a sensitive topic. Except for Yuna, with unwavering confidence and a skill for mapping out a person's biggest weakness.
Now broken into a temporary silence, your previous fire having been diminished with icy words that cut across your skin like blades, Yuna gave a tilt of her head, hair flicking flawlessly behind her shoulder with one quick sweep of her hand.
“Oh darling, how could I not?”
Giving you one last glance with her eyes full of judgement and contempt, Yuna gracefully spun on her patent heels, strutting away through the courtyard with the final word, the shattered pieces of your armor trailing behind her.
/~/
“You’re going to be sweating whiskey and tequila if you don’t slow the hell down.”
The ever present, ever judging stare of Taehyung burned holes into the side of your face as you tipped another shot back of whatever type of liquor you held in your hand, the burn feeling similar to molten fire as it slid down your throat. You were not much of a drinker, in fact, the only time you had ever truly been three sheets to the wind was freshman year of high school, where you had discovered a forgotten bottle of Vodka underneath the kitchen counter during your parent's weekend getaway.
It was Taehyung too, that had saved you that time. When he had found you, upside down over the back of the couch with flushed cheeks and all smiles, he had broken down into hysteric laughs at the image itself. Sure, he had spent a majority of the night holding your hair back while both your lunch and dinner returned tenfold, yet he was there by your side, puke and all.
Now, he wasn’t exactly smiling. More like frowning intently at your drunken stupor, while watching you slip into an area of self loathing and regret. Typical actions for many on a Friday night, but for you, a rare occurrence. You were known for keeping your emotions in check, hardly letting anything break through the walls you had successfully built around yourself. Yet, such defenses had all been blown to bits by none other than the devil incarnate herself.
“Okay, that’s enough. Give me that!” The small shot glass was ripped from your lips, which you fought for rather diligently in return. Though your strength was nothing compared to Taehyung’s and you could only imagine what you both looked like, struggling over an empty glass of tequila like children.
“Yah! Stop, I’m not done yet! I could go all night!”
Hearing a frustrated huff fall from his lips, you finally let go of the glass with a threatening glare, yet Taehyung didn’t seem the least bit affected by your expression. Instead he stood up from the bar stool, sliding the glass along the counter, down and away from your prying hands.
“If you keep this shit up, you’ll be completely wasted within thirty minutes.”
You watched him lean his side against the bar, shaggy locks falling into his eyes which he blew away with a single breath. You frowned.
“What’s wrong with that? Can’t I live a little?”
“It’s nine thirty! Who the hell gets drunk off their ass at nine thirty at night?”
The club, il’Ricco, was nothing short of extravagant, far from the usual dingy and sketchy hole in the ground that people were known to visit on the regular. Honestly, it had been a surprise you and Taehyung had even been able to get into the place, as the line normally wrapped around the building and down the block with people waiting impatiently to have a night they’d never forget, or most likely would, when morning came around.
The both of you had only waited a short hour and a half to get in, with him complaining about his feet hurting every five minutes while leaning against your side like an overgrown puppy. You had just scoffed at his whines, since you had been the one in heels, not him.
From outside, the three story building looked rather plain, red bricks and a single sign that hung from above the entrance. It was nothing like what you’d find in the city, yet for a small town, its curb appeal had been better than expected. Upon stepping foot onto velvet floors encased within black walls, lights strung from ceiling to ceiling with refined elegance, you had seemed to enter an alternate reality, intruding into an atmosphere that you were clearly not a part of.
It was a palace for the elite, whose pockets were full of cash, with lives to match their frivolous spending. Where women were dressed to the nines in designer fabrics, and men were decked out in Italian and Rolex's that cost more than your tuition itself. Every single person looked pristine, flawless in their appearance, and you had instantly felt out of place within seconds.
Taehyung hadn’t cared that he was dressed in a pair of black slacks, baby blue shirt tucked in rather carelessly that hung from his shoulders in a loose manner. Somehow, he still managed to pull off such a look. Your friend was the epitome of beauty, you had discovered long ago. His features sharp and defined, gaze either cold or welcoming depending on his mood.
Maybe, if you hadn’t known him since the first grade, where you had caught him eating a stick of glue, while proceeding to cry because his lips were stuck together, you could have fallen hard for him. Yet some people were meant to last a lifetime, simply as each other's support systems, lifelines when things got shaky, someone to help you back onto your feet when things got rough. That was who Taehyung was for you, a constant in your life, a person you trusted one hundred percent and more.
You were almost jealous of the confidence he harbored within a single stare, and how he effortlessly seemed to fit into the atmosphere of people. You on the other hand, seemed to stick out like an unwanted scuff on their shoes. Or, that’s what it felt like to you at least. You had put on one of the three dresses you had hanging in your closet, untouched since you’d bought it last June. A simple off the shoulder black dress, that fell above your knees with a plunging v-neckline that showed a fair amount of cleavage, yet not too much that would be considered un-tasteful to your standards.
In reality, you felt rather naked. The most skin you were used to showing were your legs, whenever the off chance happened that you left your house in a pair of shorts. Taehyung had whistled when he’d picked you up, keys swinging around his finger from where he’d been leaning against the passenger door of his beat up Ford.
“Don’t you look hot. What’s the occasion?”
“I have a date with Tequila Rose.”
With Taehyung by your side though, you felt some of your worries melt away, with the aid of the alcohol currently brimming in your veins as well. You weren’t drunk, just carefree enough to forget about your day, and Yuna herself. Which had been your plan all along.
You felt a twinge of guilt creep up your shoulders though, because you were acting more of a nuisance than a friend at the moment, completely neglecting Taehyung’s own feelings in your search for intoxication. With a long sigh, and a look that screamed ‘forgive me’, you gently nudged his arm to gain his attention.
“Sorry.”
Upon hearing your apology, the permanent frown that had previously accompanied his face slowly morphed into one of reassurance, his hand coming out to shove your shoulder just the slightest, before pinching your cheek between his thumb and finger.
“How can I stay mad at this face?” He cooed, and you were quick to bat away his hand with a laugh, aware that people had been watching the whole interaction from the start. You could practically feel their judging stares burning holes into the back of your skull, yet the anxiety you had once felt had soon diminished and faded away into nothing. You were determined to have a good time.
“I’ll go get you some water okay? Dilute some of that tequila before you pass out.”
“But I’m not even dru-!”
You words fell into silence at his already retreating form, pushing through the crowd to hunt down the bartender for a bottle of water. You faintly smiled, thankful for having such a friend by your side, despite the troubles you put him through.
“Finally alone, I see?”
You felt your skin prick at the unfamiliar voice by your ear, a soft tone that you’d barely heard over the bass of the music. The presence of a warm body was felt behind you, looming over your shoulder, and you swore you felt a breath caress your exposed neck, causing a wave of shivers to fall over your body. You were quick to spin in your seat, hand supporting yourself on the edge of the counter as you came face to chest with someone entirely unknown to you.
The first thing you noticed were silver pants, taught against thighs that brushed your knees as you spun around. Looking up, you were met with blond hair, fringe styled into an uneven part away from his face, with mischievous eyes that seemed to consume your own in a heated stare. Drink in hand, the other resting casually in his pocket, you eyed the man curiously. You couldn’t help but notice how close he was to you, obviously lacking the knowledge of personal space.
“Umm…”
You felt rather small, looking up at the stranger. In your seated position, he stood with a grace that could only come with years of harbored confidence and luxury. His attire was exotic, making him stand out among the mass of people. The white dress shirt tucked into his pants stretched tight against his chest, the faint outline of his stomach seemingly noticeable with how near your eyes were to it, the first three buttons undone for people to catch a teasing glance of honeyed skin.
“What is it doll? At a loss for words?” Heart shaped lips turned up into a knowing smirk, as if he could tell where your eyes had been roaming for the past ten seconds. Seeing his eyes briefly flicker down from your face, with a dreadful realization you noticed that you provided him with a clear view of your chest from where he stood. Your cheeks flushed the slightest, unable to thoroughly cover yourself. You blamed the heat overcoming your body on the alcohol itself, instead of the painfully handsome male in front of you.
“You’re awfully close.”
You kept your tone light, despite the increasing anxiety pooling in your belly at how you were being looked at. For some reason, he made you nervous, provided you with the struggle of meeting his eyes when he was unwavering with his proximity towards you.
“I could get closer.” He teased, reaching behind you to place his glass of whiskey on the counter. You leaned back as he drew nearer to you, his hand hovering next to yours on the edge of the bar. Your pulse sped up to rapid beats, the stranger invading your senses in more ways than one.
“I’ve been looking at you all night sweetheart. You’ve been sitting here in your pretty dress, and no one’s come up to talk to you. How can that be?”
His head tilted to the side, eyes glinting playfully in the florescent lights of the club. You swallowed rather harshly at the tension forming between your body and his, his chest briefly brushing against your shoulder as he pulled away, before accompanying the empty seat next to yours.
You hadn't expected anyone to approach you tonight, as it was obvious you and Taehyung were outsiders in foreign territory. Though you hadn’t missed the many longing stares from women towards your friend, their interests obviously peaked at a new face, yet too shallow to talk with someone of such lower class.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He grinned, voice smooth and sharp as ice, slender fingers drumming on the counter leisurely. You watched the way the muscles of his forearm flexed from where it was perched on the edge of the bar, cuffs rolled up to his elbows tastefully.
“Sorry, I think I’m cut off for the night.” You sent him a sheepish smile, crossing one leg over the other out of nervous habit, the presence of such a man making you unsure. You weren’t timid when it came to flirting, yet you had never been approached by a person with a face belonging to that of a god, and irritatingly enough, it was overly intimidating.
“By who, that guy you came in with?” He scoffed, obvious judgement laced within his words, and instantly you were put on alert, fingers harshly gripping the counter. You could tell the man obviously thought nothing of Taehyung, despite having not even spoken a single word to him. His demeanor was relaxed, like he was just waiting for you to fall into his grasp so easily, as if it would take nothing at all.
“Yeah, that guy I came in with. Sorry, but I don’t want you to buy me anything.”
At the change in your voice, he sat up a little straighter, the shine in his eyes dimming down to a darker stare that held the intent to ruin and destroy. At the knowledge that his plans were not happening the way he had desired, you saw the apparent change in his demeanor, the playful glance he had welcomed you with still present, yet the conversation shifting drastically from light to defensive and unwelcoming.
“You sure about that sweetheart? You do know I can actually afford the drinks here, right?”
The endearment made your skin crawl, no longer wanting to be in the presence of someone so egotistical, despite how attractive you found the guy. You knew his type too well, and the obvious attraction you had felt towards him from the start was slowly being overshadowed with the want to completely leave his company altogether.
“What makes you think I can’t? I wouldn’t be throwing around your money so carelessly, especially when it comes to women. I’m sure you know firsthand how greedy they can be.”
Satisfaction ran through you at his obvious surprise at your words, as if he had never had someone speak so freely to him, especially a stranger no doubt. It was as if you could see the gears spinning in his head, deciding if he should proceed with you, or give up completely. Yet something told you this man liked a challenge, and that was what worried you most of all.
“Feisty little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled, leaning forward in his seat to once again invade your space, hand sliding along the counter to a resting position beside your arm. One leg was stretched out on the other side of your own seat, giving you a feeling of being caged in, caught in the lion's den with no escape. You prayed for Taehyung to make his return sooner rather than later.
“I’m just going to get straight to the point.” He spoke low, voice a smooth drawl that affected you in more ways than one, despite your apparent dislike towards him. “You look fucking delicious in this dress, and I’d like to take you home, and show you a good time.”
Shock crossed over your face at his boldness, words cutting against your resolve, leaving your fingers shaking just the slightest against the marbled counter top. His hand slid smoothly atop your own, stilling the tremors as you felt the sudden warmth of his touch against your fingers. You didn’t shake him off straight away, which he took as a sign to proceed, when in fact you were too stunned to push him away, gather yourself and head straight for the exit.
“I’d love nothing more than to bend you over this counter right now and have my way with you. You have a mouth on you sweetheart, and I’m dying to shove something between those pretty lips of yours to shut you up.”
Your eyes widened at the abruptness of his words, mouth parted in silent awe at the sheer filth that coated his lips deliciously. Harboring hatred towards yourself for being even the slightest bit affected by his desires, you quickly flung his hand off your own, resulting in him leaning back and away from you with a satisfied grin, one that clearly let on just how much he knew his words had impacted you. Grabbing at his drink once again, you ignored the way his throat flexed with every gulp as he downed the bitter liquid expertly. Pink lips curved over the rim of the glass, glistening and plump, with the intent to make your breathing uneven, your knees shake, despite your rising anger.
Determined to have the last word, at least once today, you stood up abruptly from your chair, legs just the slightest bit wobbly; determination presented itself across your face as you prepared to give the bastard one hell of a goodbye speech. Yet you never got the chance, as a hand suddenly encased your upper arm, the familiar touch of your friend grounding you back into a calm state, enough to instantly lose the need to buy an outrageously priced cocktail to spill over the man’s head with triumph.
“Turns out they ran out of water, let’s go.”
Without another second wasted, Taehyung was turning you around towards the exit, having witnessed the later part of your interaction with the stranger, though unable to have heard the words he had sultrily whispered to you with ambition.
“So, I’m taking your leave as a no?”
The man spoke casually from behind you, halting both your and Taehyung’s steps. The tone of his voice gave no hints at any harboring disappointment at the inability to win you over, as if he’d never expected to grace you with his time in the first place. Turning back around, you gave him an exasperated look, clearly annoyed at his undying persistence. Behind you, you could practically feel Taehyung glowering at the guy, and knowing how short of a fuse he held when it came to men bothering you just the slightest amount. The last thing you wanted was for him to cause an unnecessary scene.
“My answer will always be no.”
Sending him the sweetest smile you could muster up, despite your sour mood, you didn’t stick around long enough to witness his reaction at your words, knowing he was most likely unaffected at such a loss. He probably had women lined up to spend a night with him, and you highly doubted you’d leave him with any lingering thoughts of you afterwards.
“Come on. I have a bottle of wine at the house.”
It was your turn to grab Taehyung’s arm, gesturing towards the exit with quick steps, wanting to leave as quickly as you’d come. It had been a mistake to ever ponder into unwelcome territories, and you hated yourself for wasting your Friday night, and Taehyung’s, at such a place.
“I’m drinking the entire thing, you owe me ____.”
Taehyung’s brassy laugh was heard to your left, his form already retreating swiftly through the double doors, a neon green ‘Exit’ sign flashing above them. Your steps slowed, too lost in realization as you caught sight of Yuna herself out of the corner of your eye. The source of your bad night was sat sideways across the lap of an unknown man, who had his face buried deep into her neck as she shook with exaggerated laughs.
Once again reminded of why you had ventured out with the intent to drown your sorrows in alcohol in the first place, you practically ran towards the double doors that would offer you freedom and peace of mind once again. Nothing good had come from your adventurous night out, nothing at all.
As you quickly caught up with Taehyung waiting outside, you vowed to never step foot into il’Ricco ever again.
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Then allow me to be the one who does it. -ahem- Answer all 200 questions, please.
YOU
200: My crush’s name is: I don’t have one right now?
199: I was born in: A hospital in Colorado
198: I am really: Really tired
197: My cellphone company is: Cricket
196: My eye color is: Blue
195: My shoe size is: I think 12?
194: My ring size is: I have no fucking idea
193: My height is: 6′2
192: I am allergic to: Nothing that I know of
191: My 1st car was: I share a Jeep with the family
190: My 1st job was: A pizza man at Little Caesars in Texas
189: Last book you read: All You Need is Kill by Hiroshi Sakurazaka
188: My bed is: Small.
187: My pet: She a good girl and like 6 different breeds
186: My best friend: I have too many
185: My favorite shampoo is: Whatever’s cheap
184: Xbox or ps3: Both but I’m a sony man at heart
183: Piggy banks are: Neat
182: In my pockets: I don’t have pockets right now
181: On my calendar: Nothing special today but I have the Danganronpa V3 release date on it in a couple of weeks
180: Marriage is: Neat
179: Spongebob can: go steppin on the beach
178: My mom: is neat but I’m mad at her right now
177: The last three songs I bought were?
Silence by Marshmello & Khalid, OTONA HIT PARADE and Emotional Literacy by Bradio
176: Last YouTube video watched: Oney Plays D. Premonition WITH FRIENDS - EP 6 - Minesweeper175: How many cousins do you have? I honestly don’t know. My parents don’t really keep in touch with immediate family. My mom is an only child and my dad doesn’t talk to her sister.174: Do you have any siblings? I have a little brother who’s a fucking loser going for an astrophysics degree.
173: Are your parents divorced? Nope
172: Are you taller than your mom? By two feet.
171: Do you play an instrument? I used to play percussion in middle school
170: What did you do yesterday? A bunch of stencil work[ I Believe In ] (I’ve already answered these but here u go)169: Love at first sight: Not really168: Luck: Heart of the Cards167: Fate: No166: Yourself: Nope165: Aliens: Yeah164: Heaven: Not really163: Hell: Not really162: God: Not really161: Horoscopes: No but I look at them randomly160: Soul mates: Yeah159: Ghosts: No but not yet158: Gay Marriage: HELL YEAH157: War: No it bad156: Orbs: I BELIEVE IN THE ORBS155: Magic: No but not yet[ This or That ] (I’ve answered some of these already but here u go)154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs153: Drunk or High: Neither152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: Black hair but I don’t really care?150: Blondes or Brunettes: Blonde cuz I’m ready to have fun149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Winter147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate145: Night or Day: Night144: Oranges or Apples: Apples143: Curly or Straight hair: Straight hair142: McDonalds or Burger King: Doesn’t matter141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk chocolate140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heals: I hate showing off my feet and I actually wore high heels once so HIGH HEELS138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: I’m sweet and poor so that one137: Coke or Pepsi: Neither one I actually don’t like carbonated drinks136: Hillary or Obama: Thanks obama135: Burried or cremated: Cremated it’s better for the earth134: Singing or Dancing: Singing even I fuckin suck133: Coach or Chanel: I have no idea132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Neither?131: Small town or Big city: Big City130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller128: Manicure or Pedicure: Whichever is the hand one127: East Coast or West Coast: I’m in the middle so doesn’t matter126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas cuz my birthday is in the summer so I’m dying of heat.125: Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate124: Disney or Six Flags: Neither cuz going outside sucks123: Yankees or Red Sox: Cubs cuz they finally won the world series[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: It bad121: George Bush: He did Nine Eleven120: Gay Marriage: It’s great why the fuck do people think it’s bad119: The presidential election: In general I used to not care but NOW GO FUCKING VOTE118: Abortion: I think it’s important117: MySpace: I never had a myspace but bring back the grunge emo shit116: Reality TV: It’s obviously fake so115: Parents: Parents are good without them I would not be here (But if they’re abusive fuck them)114: Back stabbers: Drop them faster than you can say bye bitch113: Ebay: I’ve only used it once and it was good so I say sure112: Facebook: Needs to chill the fuck out111: Work: Work is good you get money and gain retail horror stories110: My Neighbors: One of them is a drunk so meh but The Best Neighbor is a guy that used to build his own motorcycles but has heart problems so he had to sell them but he’s a chill guy and I love him109: Gas Prices: TOO DAMN HIGH108: Designer Clothes: Too rich for my blood107: College: A good choice for your future but it’s not for everybody106: Sports: The only sport I care about is MLG Gaming105: My family: They cool but highly problematic104: The future: I’m at a big turning point right now so[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: Last Saturday?102: Last time you ate: A couple hours ago101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Last week I think I hung out with a friend and we watched Willow100: Cried in front of someone: Months probably99: Went to a movie theater: I went to see Spider-Man Homecoming when it came out but next month I’m going to see Jigsaw with @warlord-official so that’s fun98: Took a vacation: I don’t know? When I got out of school for summer vacation?97: Swam in a pool: 2011?96: Changed a diaper: I actually never changed a diaper95: Got my nails done: Never94: Went to a wedding: Two years ago93: Broke a bone: Never92: Got a peircing: Sophmore year I got my lip pierced so...2008?91: Broke the law: I think I ran a red light once so a couple years ago?90: Texted: A day?[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: Me cuz I do the dumbest shit88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My dog87: The last movie I saw: I was watching the Rugrats Movie on Netflix a little while ago86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Danganronpa V3 and then Jigsaw in October and the Ixalan MTG set at the end of the month.85: The thing im not looking forward to: The next time I have to go to jury duty84: People call me: by my name83: The most difficult thing to do is: Be an adult82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Never81: My zodiac sign is: Leo80: The first person i talked to today was: My dad79: First time you had a crush: Probably in elementary school? She was partially deaf and my teacher told me to help her out for the year and we got pretty close78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: My friends cuz I gotta let my baggage out77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: I don’t remember cuz all my friends think the same way76: Right now I am talking to: No one75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I wanna do photography maybe teaching74: I have/will get a job: When I graduate73: Tomorrow: I gotta get up early for school72: Today: I did a bunch of school readings71: Next Summer: I’m gonna die from heat again70: Next Weekend: Hopefully I can hang with friends69: I have these pets: A good dog68: The worst sound in the world: When a racist opens their mouth67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Roman from the FH team cuz he’s NOT FUCKING NERFING CENT66: People that make you happy: All my friends65: Last time I cried: Just now boi we goin in hard64: My friends are: Good boys and girls63: My computer is: I have an 5 year old ASUS laptop that I should try to upgrade cuz it runs Overwatch poorly62: My School: MSU Denver61: My Car: I share a Jeep with the family60: I lose all respect for people who: Treat my friends like they’re subhuman59: The movie I cried at was: Death Note cuz it was fucking awful58: Your hair color is: Dirty blonde57: TV shows you watch: The only stuff on now that I’m watching is Rick and Morty and AHS: Cult56: Favorite web site: Tumblr even though this hellsite is full of sin55: Your dream vacation: Japan?54: The worst pain I was ever in was: My wisdom teeth were pretty obnoxious53: How do you like your steak cooked: Rare52: My room is: Very messy and small51: My favorite celebrity is: Gal Gadot50: Where would you like to be: Anywhere not stressed out49: Do you want children: Only if I have an S/O that wants kids48: Ever been in love: Yeh47: Who’s your best friend: I have too many to count but @warlord-official is one of them46: More guy friends or girl friends: I think it’s a tie?45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when my friends are happy or I eat a good burger44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My friend that’s in Japan I miss her43: Do you have a 5 year plan: Nope42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: Nope41: Have you pre-named your children: I did when I was dating someone and thought we were pretty serious but then I found out she was cheating on me so not anymore40: Last person I got mad at: My mom39: I would like to move to: Japan or somewhere that is cool all the time like Washington maybe38: I wish I was a professional: Photographer[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Pay Day36: Vehicle: Reasonably priced car is one of the new Jeeps. Super expensive car would be an Aston Martin or Maserati35: President: Obama34: State visited: Georgia was nice33: Cellphone provider: Cricket cuz it’s the only one I’ve had32: Athlete: John Elway31: Actor: Chris Evans30: Actress: Gal Gadot29: Singer: Kesha28: Band: Bradio or Starset27: Clothing store: DXL cuz it’s the only store that sells clothes for Big Boys26: Grocery store: Safeway25: TV show: Hannibal or Future Diary. Rick and Morty is always good24: Movie: Saw, Pacific Rim, Back to the Future, or Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift23: Website: Tumle dot hell22: Animal: Dog?21: Theme park: NONE OF EM20: Holiday: Halloween19: Sport to watch: idk18: Sport to play: I used to do tennis so that one17: Magazine: Shonen Jump or Game Informer16: Book: The Disaster Artist15: Day of the week: Friday14: Beach: I’ve never been to a beach13: Concert attended: Either PVRIS or A Perfect Circle with @warlord-official12: Thing to cook: It’s like a mix of pizza and spaghetti11: Food: A nice burger10: Restaurant: I like Smashburger9: Radio station: I don’t remember the one that plays rock music here but that one8: Yankee candle scent: Something about rain?7: Perfume: There was a vanilla one that I thought smelled nice a long time ago6: Flower: idk?5: Color: a deep blue4: Talk show host: Ellen DeGeneres?3: Comedian: Bo Burnham2: Dog breed: Mutt1: Did you answer all these truthfully? I hope so
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Calling yourself an "army of seven years--" but not knowing AND questioning the title of "IT Boy" of Kpop, which was GIVEN to Jimin by his own country, and remains HIS to this day that even Kmedia never fails to mention said title in most articles about him is wild to me. While on that same breath you're glorifying 2 other members from some dozen group?
"Who the fuck even calls Jimin It boy, I've never heard of that, buuhuu"
#problematic fake cheap bitch#its always the fucking multis#those hoes are never loyal#Jimin you will always be famous
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Cardi B Is Rap’s Dolly Parton
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Cardi B Is Rap’s Dolly Parton
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In the sixth season of VH1’s Love & Hip Hop: New York, in an episode that aired in January 2016, Cardi B takes an etiquette class. At one point, the instructor suggests that, if Cardi were to take a meeting, she should consider covering up her chest (her cleavage is on full display through her sheer black shirt). Cardi explains, “I don’t want people to look at my crooked teeth, so I’d rather them look at my titties.” It’s one of many moments of levity, but it also ushers in truth. Cardi’s body is an asset and a tool, yes. It draws attention and thus money. But focusing too much on it — and the ensuing dialogue around it — turns it from feature into a distraction. There’s much more to see.
If, as Rolling Stone declared, 2017 was the year of Cardi B, 2018 might very well be a repeat.
The 25-year-old rap marvel and social media maven released her record-setting debut album, Invasion of Privacy, last week to rave reviews. Even Oprah got into it. Meanwhile almost every major cultural outlet in America has spun their take on Cardi. Myriad articles have declared her a powerful brand, an internet sensation, and praised her proudly curvaceous body.
Inevitably, Cardi often gets compared to other women of hip-hop past and present. But while the Afro-Latina rapper is a fan of her predecessors and contemporaries, she’s been embraced due to her ability, like those before her, to forge her own lane. If anything, especially considering the apparent obsession with her physical dimensions, she’s becoming hip-hop’s Dolly Parton. And that’s a good thing.
Both Cardi and Parton regularly reference their bodies and curves — an approach that titillates and tickles the public — but there is far more to them. They’re both comedic personalities, blurring the line between music artist and character comedian at times. They’re both savvy businesswomen (if Cardi’s success endures, fingers crossed for a Bardi-themed amusement park). They’re both up-front about their belief in God and the power of prayer. They’re both conscious of their vocal instruments and use them with careful calculation. But perhaps most importantly, they help redefine their oft-stereotyped and maligned subcultures.
Much of the recent press coverage around Cardi has focused on her body. In particular, a recent GQ profile spawned Twitter outrage over its perceived condescension and physical objectification of the artist.
In the profile, writer Caity Weaver describes how Cardi “built her body for optimal viewing at medium-to-long-distance range” by using “cutting-edge Millennium science, in the form of orbicular breast implants and illegal buttocks injections.” She also attributes Cardi’s wild success as a former stripper to this “engineering,” while saying her “extremely large breasts” helped her become a breakout star on Love & Hip Hop: New York. (It’s true that Cardi modified her body to help her earn more as a stripper, but she has also said that it was her jokey charisma and Instagram videos that truly set her apart from the other dancers.)
Critics of the profile questioned the obsession with her physique, and some considered it fetishizing. Other articles and interviews have spotlighted her body too, albeit more briefly. Allison P. Davis’s profile on the Cut called Cardi “built to be watched” and highlighted a moment when Cardi disrobed in front of her, “her hands moving down her body as she appreciates her own hydrogen-bomb-shaped boobs (she bought them, she says proudly).” A 2017 Rolling Stone cover story opened with Cardi “butt-naked in the doorway of her hotel bathroom, yelling about her vagina.” Another cover story, this time from the Fader, aptly noted how Cardi is “decidedly un-puritanical when it comes to her body.”
Dolly Parton
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To the layperson, Dolly Parton is also an artist whose physical appearance (she’s candid about her large bust and the implants she later got for upkeep) has historically distracted some from appreciating her work ethic and talent. In Willie: An Autobiography, the musician Chet Atkins claims that a record company executive once said in a meeting, “We’ve got to stop Dolly Parton from wearing those terrible wigs. She looks like a hooker!” In 1997, the first cloned mammal, a sheep derived from a mammary gland cell, was named after her because the scientists “couldn’t think of a more impressive pair of glands than Dolly Parton’s.” A 1992 interview on Live With Regis and Kathie Lee has a few more direct, but equally egregious examples: Regis asks how Dolly finds clothes that fit her, he fishes around whether her breasts are natural or not, and, later, he points out an album cover where she had a “weight problem.” You wouldn’t think, based on her treatment on the show, that she was the accomplished songwriter who penned “I Will Always Love You” (the all-time best-selling music single by a woman) and one of the most honored country performers of all time.
Cardi B and Dolly Parton are, of course, very different. Parton is white (and has historically invested in some racially problematic ideas) and Cardi is brown, and they were born in completely different eras and areas. Though Parton jokes about her physical assets, she rarely sings about them (though she sometimes references her blonde hair). Meanwhile, Cardi’s body is very much in her music. But when Kathie Lee tells Parton, “You’ve made people believe that a person can just be themselves in spite of all the pressure to change and sort of fit in,” it feels like something the Bronx-bred rapper has also achieved.
Parton has always been proud of her roots. In a 2014 interview with Southern Living, Parton maintained that she doesn’t consider “hillbilly” an insult: “People always say ‘Aren’t you insulted when people call you white trash?’ I say, ‘Well, it depends on who’s calling me white trash and how they mean it.’ But we really were to some degree. Because when you’re that poor and you’re not educated, you fall in those categories. But I’m proud of my hillbilly, white trash background. To me that keeps you humble; that keeps you good. And it doesn’t matter how hard you try to outrun it — if that’s who you are, that’s who you are. It’ll show up once in a while.”
Similarly, Cardi B has always repped the place and the community she came from. In 2017, she told Vice, “I make music for girls from the hood. Even if you’re not from the hood, I want to make a girl from the Valley from California to feel like she want to be a girl from the Bronx. I want a rich-ass girl to want to be a girl who grew up poor like me. Who grew up fighting girls.”
Both artists embrace their cosmetic procedures, pushing back against the idea that these are things they should be ashamed of. “I really think if there’s something that you need to do, want to do, can afford to do, and got the nerve to do, I think you should do it if it’s gonna make you feel better about yourself,” Parton told Nightline in 2012. In the opening track of Invasion of Privacy, “Get Up 10,” Cardi asserts she’s a “real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs,” but she’s proud of her breasts, too; in the chorus of “Money Bag,” they come up again (“I said, ‘Bae, it’s a snack,’ he said, ‘It’s a entrée / With those pretty-ass twins you look like Beyoncé.’”) Meanwhile, she encourages other women to embrace (and work) their bodies. In “Bickenhead,” she twists rapper Project Pat’s demeaning classic into a strip club anthem, suggesting various places for ladies to pop their pussies (on a stove; at work; at church, naturally) as part of their hustle.
Cardi’s use of humor is meant to entertain, but can be genuinely empowering and strategic. Like Parton, who pokes fun at herself (“It takes a lot of money to look this cheap” is a trademark line), Cardi uses Invasion of Privacy to point out the defining characteristics and traits used against her — her history as a stripper, her (then crooked, now straight) teeth, her past political incorrectness — before listeners can. It’s a method of disarmament, and it works. Cardi, ever the fighter, beats you to the punch.
What Dolly’s pride did for the hillbilly, for so-called white trash, Cardi B is doing for ratchet girls in the hood, for a certain type of black or brown woman who’s often imitated or ridiculed, for unashamed and self-proclaimed hoes. It’s a humanization — a celebration — that’s overdue and necessary, with the arguably patronizing gaze being placed on her by media as proof. Both artists’ success disproves the stereotypes that plague them. And given Parton’s immense mainstream success, there’s hope that Cardi’s influence can be as far-reaching and just as seismic. ●
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u don't even know me but u already kno me and my personality?? wow u must be a sorcerer.................. but im indeed problematic, and ummm i don't like filet o fish??? i hate her but we go to mcdonald's almost everyday and im forced to eat something so it's the only choice i have........ the meat and chicken at mcdonald's tastes like plastic but that damn fish tastes REAL!!! she isn't fake..............
yea Whatever….. a few days ago u told me that “filet of fish gives [you] emotional support” ???? but when i out u suddenly u hate her??? what’s the truth :/
what’s wrong with hadaka shitsuji???? its a funny game!!! don’t u like the main character tomoaki?? he’s the only good main character ive ever seen in my life and he’s a sadistic bitch??? i love sadistic binches cuz they are like me!!! i felt like “i” was in the game when i saw him, he killed everybody and i was proud of this ugly fuck cuz thats what i would do if i was in this game,,,,,,,,,, i would do more fucked up things than him but anyway, i don’t like fedoras!!!!! i just like that dude-
LFSJLKFSJKSF bceuacuse IT’s A BAD GAME!!!!!!!! ITS BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! actually you remind me of tomoaki???? a lot???? gotta add that to ur callout list……………
-cuz he’s funny and btw he’s the one wearing a purple jacket and his name is hashizuka and that fake loser who is a cheap version of sergei is called junichi :/ and tbh i send u furry asks cuz ur the only one who accepts me for who i really am,,,,,,,,, like i sent some arcana blogs some asks about fucking a fictional goose and a donut kink and they just said “what the fuck” and ehh they’re so serious?? like chill its just a joke jfc sharon :/ i go to their pathetic edgy blogs and this is how they treat me???? i just wanted to cheer ur edgy ass up sharon don’t act like ur 70 dammit just accept a joke lol
LFKSKFSJK bicht i’m literally 0.00039 seconds into the game u rec’d and???? /?? ??? literally ALL of the guys r pathetic???? they go to a school called Charming Cherries lFKJLF AAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THIS does this mean the principal guy is a Veteran Cherry…………………..binch…. that’s Why he wears a fedora………………………………..i accidentally picked the annoying know-it-all guy so i’ll go for him first and then mayb try the ceo guy……dONUT KINK,,,,,,,,,,,,,, , > >>>???/ ??/ ?? ??? ?? no offense but i’d be like ???????????? GET OUTTA MY INBOX???????? HOW DARE U COME IN AND DISRESPECT MY BRAND LIKE THIS??? ?? ?? ?? ? ………….anyways i wanna hear about the donut kink LOLIKR!!!!!!! ! ! i hate people who r too serious………………………i mean…. im actually p serious Tbh but some people on this website can’t take jokes????? i saw a shitpost where this person was like “some of yall need 2 get mugged lol” and people were like “why do u want people to suffer so bad??? SHOULD I JUST DIE THEN!!! DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE!!!!” and im like …………… wtf chill Ashley lmao………
i feel like if i ever met u we would be the best friends ever?? actually i would be the one who’s crying cuz we both have the same taste?? ik a lot of characters like segrei and vincent so if u want me to tell u their names im gonna say it in another ask, and i like how u don’t judge me unlike all of my new friends ;^( i had a friend in middle school in 7 grade and i told her a lot of weird shit and she didn’t judge me??? she was a true friend indeed……………….
give me more sergei characters 👏👏👏👏 also DW im deFINITELY JUDGING YOU LMAO but im amused and laughing at the same time?? sometimes u send me asks and im like ???? ????? ? ?? ?? ?? ? ? ????????wtf lmao ? ??? ?
im sure if we talked more ur gonna find out that we’re literally friend-mates= 2 lonely binches who got the same taste in fictional character and idk but we would be the best bff’s ever tbh?? ur the friend who i have been searching for years?? everyone finds my thirst and my “weeaboo” ass (although im not a fuckin weeaboo im just thirsty for fictional characters!!) too weird and they always say “u can’t take ANYTHING seriously!!” like?? im 5???? why should i take anything seriously?? im not 70??
gfgfg bicth? i don’t even know anything about you, how can we be friends!!!!! WHO ARE YOU!! ! !! ! we should make a Lonely Bitch club but the requirements to enter are: do u play otome? would u body slam lucio into the pavement??? would u fuck the goth fish from finding nemo?? r u a thirsty ho????
i thought u would say “she’s a thot lol” and u would agree with me that she’s a thot??? if we didn’t know each other im trying to know her??? im trying to be friends with her????? how am i going to be friends with her if i didn’t talk to her?? fuck that shitty book??? im more important???? im sure she can read that damn book at her home and not in school!!!!!!! she should study like the rest of us………. and she shouldn’t study HER book!!!!!!!!!!!!
JKSJLSJKSJF i just realized, all of my friendships w/ virgos happened bc they woULDNT STOP TALKING/BOTHERING ME LOL this is why i love virgos…………. ur like stray cats that just never stop meowing until u let them in……maybe u should bother her more FKLSJFKJFS and she’ll finally crack
if i ever tried to read a book it should have pictures in it cuz i don’t want to imagine all that shit by myself!!!!!!! just add a fucking picture jfc…………….. i was exactly like that when i was a kid and im still the same??? i haven’t changed much tbh and im glad???? im glad i still have that silly trait of mine lol
no offense but READ?????????? imagining things is fun??????????????? books r so much fun????????? wtf???rn im reading a book about some ugly french guy from the 18th century with a Superhuman sense of smell who kills girls to make The Ultimate Perfume or whatever?? im barely like 50 pages in, but he killed his first girl?? and literally shoved his nose up her ass?? it was wild?????? books r wild??????
we’re going to study about christopher columbus this year and his ugly face is in my book???? like bitch why u gotta curse my book with ur disgusting face???? im going to roast this bitch when we get to his part in the book and everyone is going to ask me: “binch y are u angry???” and im like “why don’t u do some fuckin research sharon abt this ugly fuck and then ur going to understand why im angry” like get out of my book u lil bitch!!!!!!! that dam book is cursed now!!!!!!!
👏👏👏 END HIm
I LIKE TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER TOO!!!!! im just kidding but what’s ur favorite season???? mine is winter cuz uhhhh its winter???? everyone who hates winter is canceled??? lucio loves summer and is canceled????
fall-winter???? bc halloween…….. and american thanksgiving is fucked up bc it essentially celebrates the genocide of native americans but tbh……..i love turkey…… (we eat roast turkey and mashed potatoes n pumpkin pie n stuff for thanksgiving)also i just love it when the weather gets colder??? i get to dress up??? and be fashionable??? when it’s hot, all i wear are t shirts and shorts which is Boring it doesn’t snow where i live though lmao and it’s typically warm year-round where i live :/ winter is the only time i get to pull out all my cute sweaters and jackets but some winters only get cold for 2 weeks lmao :—–/
so you’re american right???? which means u have halloween rn??? or does it start on 31 if im not mistaken???? sadly we don’t have halloween here……………………………………………. they consider it “an event where people worship satan” here lmao
halloween is only one day (31st) SKJKSJ
i think its hot if batman would ever judge me
KSJKFSJFKLJFSK i;m gonna frame this ask Bye
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timed killing as sanctum precaution.
Sep 6, 2017
dreamt of bring my son traveling to my hometown. in suburb of our current town, passing a hotel we met many witches and wizards. some ambushed us. some cursed us. some stealed us. some transfered our appearance. in first attack, my son lost his outdoor baggage in a blink. second attack turned my son a disabled kid with damaged arms, lost his 2 mobiles I prepared 2 years ago. my son later told me he hide them in a place intact. we were heading to a bus stop where we will travel to Tianjin, north China where I graduated and broke my heart for a girl collegian. in Tianjin we will switch a bus then reach its railway station and head to our hometown in central China. in homeless and changing fake idol, we held each other firm against misleading exerted by those dark power. sometimes I want blamed my son according his performance but I later gave up, for they were forged and fake. some witch attempted to trade or threat, and attacked after our refusal. its a frightening dream. my neck turns more stiff and painful after nap. last night I ate too much, esp snack from street vendor near dorm gate and got sore water in throat midnight after woke up abrupt. I so gave up breakfast in canteen, and just napped. there were so many hatred in area of QRRS that I really felt. for example, the day before yesterday, a pile of dog shit or feces laid exactly front entrance of the dorm gate which using fence to narrow route. I after dinner and routine dusk jog started and in a blink stepped onto it through the limited gate. the night a middle size rain cleanse the dirty road. then in last dusk another small plastic bag in which likely bloods and dirts held laid there, pits the road block. a stubborn freak in his 60 or 70 constantly challenges me on my way jogging in dusk. twice the sin copied and according my changed route around the QRRS square just to facing me and deface my innocence. God grants my killing over the rubbish, the enemies of zhone Royal China. its a sunny noon now. I sunburn after lunch in the dorm minigarden, till nearby Senior middle school students came canteen for lunch. its very brilliant during recent clouds and rains. God dad, you guide me so far I didn't make any change around me. you tells me my security intact so far for future more widespread slaughter. yes dad God, I remember and trying remember the betray and profanation of my Royal China. grant me lighter heart for enjoying my daily bread and social times. bring me my Japanese Crown Queen, Asoh Yukiko, for better future of felling PRC, failing Chinese on mainland. guarantee our spiritual uprising on Christian way. thx dad God.
Sep 5, 2017
dreamt with a Russian scholar visited Bill Gates' futuristic house. Bill at first introduce his encyclopedia. then his wife treated us dinner. his daughter also appeared. while lingering I studied my subjects. yesterday I in my life first time received dental health care: teeth cleaning. it's a small local clinic, which charged me ￥80, dearer than most web q/a. but the girl likely a deputy doctor worked diligently and careful. the second half operative did by another woman likely a doctor and a bit harsher. uncomfortable in the procedure ignorable but time spent endures matters. I spent near 1 hour, even when I left I felt relived. its my 1st step adopting western lifestyle in grace and managed. last Sunday afternoon I arranged woz monthly cinema. I waited him from his music class half hour in Qiqihar supermarket. the nearby guard of the market even doubting my task while I using my mobile to read there but no communication in air. after my son gloriously appeared, I presented him ice drink, movie "Dunkirk", and hotpot before taxied home. its wonderfully planned and executed in a pack. but the night I slept so deep that next morning I felt clueless and unclear when I visited my son for shower in public spa. his computer locked him out after too many logon failure due to the problematic mouse. so I spent another half day to reinstall windows. his mom, the small bitch, tentatively brought him out and lingered somewhere lately after 7pm when I left the house after settle all issues fixed. I wanted to report to my son my achievement and confidential but unable. my son also forgot bringing his mobile in usual hurry with his domineer mom. returned to dorm, I doubt if I carried frustration and tasteless after my son under expectation so many times putting me in despicable. but I decided to care my son full heart. so I buzzed him online and introduce my finished work and blamed him for dispensable mobile, which blocked my access instant and let me felt inferior to his mom hijacking him with superficial educational purposed activities. PRC government like a cheap teacher monopolies education and all time pretending orthodox draining otherwise creative initiatives. God dad, break through the fake idol, free my Chinese society from lifeless stagnant. bring me my Royal China, and my Crown Queen Asoh Yukiko from Japan, for humanizing social flesh and architecture. grant me sustaining my adorable domains with meaningful future world mapping.
Sep 1, 2017
first dreamt a veteran politician intended to make me a mayor. I then follows a group municipal bureaucracy to a mine field in city hall. we each hunted for diamond, golds, etc. then dreamt I was an entrepreneur. our product is astronomical components. then dreamt a group tourists visiting my elder brother's house. they likely helped my brother for his celebration of event with their colorful performance show. after they all left marching I left to blog in dream but delayed and unable settle. my youngest elder sister and my 3nd nephew accompanied me at home. when the guests came back, we and friends of my elder brother grouped into 2 delegations to compete with dart or shooting. my son attracted many audiences with his adorable when the party went hot. its a sunny morning while I napped most of mornings in the week. last night is strange: I recklessly tried to protect the dorm canteen after noticed likely mafia threatened and extracted custody fee. recently in at least 3 occasions I saw hooligans lingering in dorm canteen, superficially peacefully occupied seats with fewer orders but just wasted time unusually late. that's threat of troubles. last dusk I brought the canteen another water melon from street vendor and let canteen workers prepared some for me to eat. there were only another guy in the dorm there for dinner, and a 3 middle aged men group there detaining with few orders. I felt glad with my melon and soon left. in my room I reviewed the scenario and perceived the canteen operating family's under bully. so I re-visit there and saw only their kid and their father left accompanied the lingering pests. I loudly talked with the old father and angers left me left abrupt. in half hour I visited the canteen 3rd time. the 3 hooligans left in dark dusk with heavy bags each. I urged the father if they had problem they should contact QRRS authority but he shown skepticism. in the night I review my situation with rotten PRC society under shadow of world largest mafia, CCP, dogs tyranny. God, sooner or later your faith holder will be attested against sins and swan song of warlord, world communism esp inflated PRC. instil us with strength of faithful. shift us from dangers of brutal accusation. bring me sooner my Royal China, and Asoh Yukiko, my Crown Queen from Japan, to enhance my life span. bring me stable investment reward for constant growth in business. thx dad, for the peace and hope.
Aug 25, 2017
napped since morning and dropped lunch. dreamt in earlier era with my elder brother vivid and his pals trading & discussing startup a company. I with my son interested in accounting and attempted to work for them in its early phrase and brought some innovative ideas. then dreamt in marching army. when the army at rest during raining, we tried to cross some units seeking for shower. in a jammed barrack girl and boy Scouts trade their items. I offered a sd card to trade, likely with my son's companion, at least 5 or more items from different traders gathered in front for exchange, including cards and other gadgets. most of the pals so friendly that we glad there for a drifting living. I woke up at noon when sunny outside. last night my son told me his Junior school life started with army training camp as prewarm. that explained why the night before yesterday he slept before 8 pm when I buzzed in. on his face some appear some hard thorns, as on his arm, that aroused my notice during our video chat online. he might frustrated. I also soon to search web for what it is. God, dad, we trust your mercy. then I regretted my unease would cause my son's overreaction with burden. I watched some embarrassing human bodies videos on youtube, and fragile of healthy body taught me lessons. I long time afraid of virus and that worsened when I napped. I unease with my pillow, one of them cheap quality and some dirty spots appeared even disgusting blackened. I felt my neck itching but I know mostly it's fake response. dad God, in siege of zhone's enemies, we naturally alert upon poisons, insanities and profanations. God, last dusk I saw separating us from common wealth of Zhong society attempts, threaten me of baseless includes my current comparable stable life with economic income. God dad, my ancestor left me resourceful and basic supportive standard allowing my innovative upgrade to breakthrough stagnant smothers Chinese society in hundred decades in failing sanity. that's my mission in this era. grant us freedom of starvation, brutal labor, motionless, and shoulder me on resilient of Zhong in relations. dad God, promise me the value of my workload.
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Sep 6, 2017
dreamt of bring my son traveling to my hometown. in suburb of our current town, passing a hotel we met many witches and wizards. some ambushed us. some cursed us. some stealed us. some transfered our appearance. in first attack, my son lost his outdoor baggage in a blink. second attack turned my son a disabled kid with damaged arms, lost his 2 mobiles I prepared 2 years ago. my son later told me he hide them in a place intact. we were heading to a bus stop where we will travel to Tianjin, north China where I graduated and broke my heart for a girl collegian. in Tianjin we will switch a bus then reach its railway station and head to our hometown in central China. in homeless and changing fake idol, we held each other firm against misleading exerted by those dark power. sometimes I want blamed my son according his performance but I later gave up, for they were forged and fake. some witch attempted to trade or threat, and attacked after our refusal. its a frightening dream. my neck turns more stiff and painful after nap. last night I ate too much, esp snack from street vendor near dorm gate and got sore water in throat midnight after woke up abrupt. I so gave up breakfast in canteen, and just napped. there were so many hatred in area of QRRS that I really felt. for example, the day before yesterday, a pile of dog shit or feces laid exactly front entrance of the dorm gate which using fence to narrow route. I after dinner and routine dusk jog started and in a blink stepped onto it through the limited gate. the night a middle size rain cleanse the dirty road. then in last dusk another small plastic bag in which likely bloods and dirts held laid there, pits the road block. a stubborn freak in his 60 or 70 constantly challenges me on my way jogging in dusk. twice the sin copied and according my changed route around the QRRS square just to facing me and deface my innocence. God grants my killing over the rubbish, the enemies of zhone Royal China. its a sunny noon now. I sunburn after lunch in the dorm minigarden, till nearby Senior middle school students came canteen for lunch. its very brilliant during recent clouds and rains. God dad, you guide me so far I didn't make any change around me. you tells me my security intact so far for future more widespread slaughter. yes dad God, I remember and trying remember the betray and profanation of my Royal China. grant me lighter heart for enjoying my daily bread and social times. bring me my Japanese Crown Queen, Asoh Yukiko, for better future of felling PRC, failing Chinese on mainland. guarantee our spiritual uprising on Christian way. thx dad God.
Sep 5, 2017
dreamt with a Russian scholar visited Bill Gates' futuristic house. Bill at first introduce his encyclopedia. then his wife treated us dinner. his daughter also appeared. while lingering I studied my subjects. yesterday I in my life first time received dental health care: teeth cleaning. it's a small local clinic, which charged me ￥80, dearer than most web q/a. but the girl likely a deputy doctor worked diligently and careful. the second half operative did by another woman likely a doctor and a bit harsher. uncomfortable in the procedure ignorable but time spent endures matters. I spent near 1 hour, even when I left I felt relived. its my 1st step adopting western lifestyle in grace and managed. last Sunday afternoon I arranged woz monthly cinema. I waited him from his music class half hour in Qiqihar supermarket. the nearby guard of the market even doubting my task while I using my mobile to read there but no communication in air. after my son gloriously appeared, I presented him ice drink, movie "Dunkirk", and hotpot before taxied home. its wonderfully planned and executed in a pack. but the night I slept so deep that next morning I felt clueless and unclear when I visited my son for shower in public spa. his computer locked him out after too many logon failure due to the problematic mouse. so I spent another half day to reinstall windows. his mom, the small bitch, tentatively brought him out and lingered somewhere lately after 7pm when I left the house after settle all issues fixed. I wanted to report to my son my achievement and confidential but unable. my son also forgot bringing his mobile in usual hurry with his domineer mom. returned to dorm, I doubt if I carried frustration and tasteless after my son under expectation so many times putting me in despicable. but I decided to care my son full heart. so I buzzed him online and introduce my finished work and blamed him for dispensable mobile, which blocked my access instant and let me felt inferior to his mom hijacking him with superficial educational purposed activities. PRC government like a cheap teacher monopolies education and all time pretending orthodox draining otherwise creative initiatives. God dad, break through the fake idol, free my Chinese society from lifeless stagnant. bring me my Royal China, and my Crown Queen Asoh Yukiko from Japan, for humanizing social flesh and architecture. grant me sustaining my adorable domains with meaningful future world mapping.
Sep 1, 2017
first dreamt a veteran politician intended to make me a mayor. I then follows a group municipal bureaucracy to a mine field in city hall. we each hunted for diamond, golds, etc. then dreamt I was an entrepreneur. our product is astronomical components. then dreamt a group tourists visiting my elder brother's house. they likely helped my brother for his celebration of event with their colorful performance show. after they all left marching I left to blog in dream but delayed and unable settle. my youngest elder sister and my 3nd nephew accompanied me at home. when the guests came back, we and friends of my elder brother grouped into 2 delegations to compete with dart or shooting. my son attracted many audiences with his adorable when the party went hot. its a sunny morning while I napped most of mornings in the week. last night is strange: I recklessly tried to protect the dorm canteen after noticed likely mafia threatened and extracted custody fee. recently in at least 3 occasions I saw hooligans lingering in dorm canteen, superficially peacefully occupied seats with fewer orders but just wasted time unusually late. that's threat of troubles. last dusk I brought the canteen another water melon from street vendor and let canteen workers prepared some for me to eat. there were only another guy in the dorm there for dinner, and a 3 middle aged men group there detaining with few orders. I felt glad with my melon and soon left. in my room I reviewed the scenario and perceived the canteen operating family's under bully. so I re-visit there and saw only their kid and their father left accompanied the lingering pests. I loudly talked with the old father and angers left me left abrupt. in half hour I visited the canteen 3rd time. the 3 hooligans left in dark dusk with heavy bags each. I urged the father if they had problem they should contact QRRS authority but he shown skepticism. in the night I review my situation with rotten PRC society under shadow of world largest mafia, CCP, dogs tyranny. God, sooner or later your faith holder will be attested against sins and swan song of warlord, world communism esp inflated PRC. instil us with strength of faithful. shift us from dangers of brutal accusation. bring me sooner my Royal China, and Asoh Yukiko, my Crown Queen from Japan, to enhance my life span. bring me stable investment reward for constant growth in business. thx dad, for the peace and hope.
Aug 25, 2017
napped since morning and dropped lunch. dreamt in earlier era with my elder brother vivid and his pals trading & discussing startup a company. I with my son interested in accounting and attempted to work for them in its early phrase and brought some innovative ideas. then dreamt in marching army. when the army at rest during raining, we tried to cross some units seeking for shower. in a jammed barrack girl and boy Scouts trade their items. I offered a sd card to trade, likely with my son's companion, at least 5 or more items from different traders gathered in front for exchange, including cards and other gadgets. most of the pals so friendly that we glad there for a drifting living. I woke up at noon when sunny outside. last night my son told me his Junior school life started with army training camp as prewarm. that explained why the night before yesterday he slept before 8 pm when I buzzed in. on his face some appear some hard thorns, as on his arm, that aroused my notice during our video chat online. he might frustrated. I also soon to search web for what it is. God, dad, we trust your mercy. then I regretted my unease would cause my son's overreaction with burden. I watched some embarrassing human bodies videos on youtube, and fragile of healthy body taught me lessons. I long time afraid of virus and that worsened when I napped. I unease with my pillow, one of them cheap quality and some dirty spots appeared even disgusting blackened. I felt my neck itching but I know mostly it's fake response. dad God, in siege of zhone's enemies, we naturally alert upon poisons, insanities and profanations. God, last dusk I saw separating us from common wealth of Zhong society attempts, threaten me of baseless includes my current comparable stable life with economic income. God dad, my ancestor left me resourceful and basic supportive standard allowing my innovative upgrade to breakthrough stagnant smothers Chinese society in hundred decades in failing sanity. that's my mission in this era. grant us freedom of starvation, brutal labor, motionless, and shoulder me on resilient of Zhong in relations. dad God, promise me the value of my workload.
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Dear Antis,
You do realize that none of your sanctimonious whining, petulant name-calling, hypocritical ranting about protecting survivors, and, let’s call it what it is, cyberbullying makes one iota of difference to Tumblr’s ToS or, more importantly, to the law, right?
If something on the internet upsets you and is in violation of the law (and I mean the actual law, not your own very inaccurate interpretation of it) or a site’s ToS, by all means, report it!
If something on the internet upsets you and is not against the website’s ToS and doesn’t violate any actual laws? Tough luck, Buttercup! Move along–or don’t and waste 30 minutes of your life screeching impotently into the void. I don’t really care either way.
There are always going to be things in life that upset you or piss you off. There are always going to be people with different value systems and ideologies. Bitching at people online over things that you could just as easily block or blacklist and treating other people like crap isn’t social activism. It’s not standing up for yourself, or survivors, or real life children. It’s bitching at people online over things that you could just as easily block or blacklist and not ever have to see. It’s being nasty for the sake of being nasty. It’s being an abuser while railing against abusers, and it’s pathetic.
If you really want sweeping censorship of online spaces (and I seriously doubt you actually do) so that no one is ever allowed to view drawings of cartoon characters in compromising sexual situations online, why don’t you write to your government representatives about it?
Perhaps it’s because you know that your moral outrage over fictional people is utterly ridiculous to anyone with even a modicum of common sense? Perhaps it’s because you realize that lawmakers don’t give a crap about a bunch of internet fans getting their jollies writing smut about fake people? Perhaps it’s because there are actual problems in the world affecting *real* people, and, despite the correlation you claim between problematic fiction and bad things happening in reality, there is no credible evidence to suggest that this is the case? Perhaps it’s because you actually *can* acknowledge that, as someone whom is of a certain age, you are responsible for your own fandom experience, and it’s no one’s job to police things that are not against the law simply because you don’t approve of them?
Seriously guys, you don’t have to like the thing. You can hate the thing if you want to. I’m totally cool with you if you dislike something because you find it icky, or triggering, or whatever. You don’t need a reason to find something distasteful. You don’t need to explain yourself to me–just like I don’t have to explain myself to you. But, for the love of God, please stop being horrid to other people–and that goes for anti-antis too!
I am honestly too old to care if children (and I use the word "children" in the sense that they behave like tantrum prone 7 year olds, not in the sense that antis like to claim, ie that teenagers are helpless babies who need to be coddled and treated like sexless morons right up until their 18th birthday) half my age send me anon hate. I know that nothing I am doing or have done online has ever broken the law. Telling me to kill myself or get raped doesn’t hurt me–it exposes those of you who say such things as immature little bullies who are completely out of touch with reality and waaaaay too invested in, let’s just be honest for once, your fictional otp.
Claiming something is pedophilia that isn’t pedophilia by any legal definition of the word doesn’t earn you purity points. It does, however, offend some people who have experienced csa by being dismissive of their very real trauma. We can all (literally, almost all of us–including those who have such urges, but never act on them because the thought of actually abusing a child is abhorrent to them) agree that actual, real life pedophilia is revolting and horrifying. But, it’s ridiculous how easy it is to get people to side with you when you toss around terms like pedophilia, isn’t it? Who doesn’t hate child abusers? That using such cheap tactics to immediately shut down any dissenting opinion hurts real people is inconsequential because, yay, you’ve won! I’m not quite sure what it is you’ve won, mind you: Asshole of the year? Tumblr sjw points? Whatever; who cares? The important thing is that no one will dare to stand up to you and call you out on your shitty behaviour, lest they get accused of being a pedo or a pedo-apologist! I fucking see you antis.
What is it all for though, this performative bullshit? It doesn’t stop most of us from producing and/or consuming the content we want to see. It doesn’t improve your standing in the real world. It doesn’t do anything to help real victims of csa. It doesn’t change the legal definition of pedophilia or make websites like AO3 change their policies. It just hurts the fandom (and fandom in general) as a whole and highlights what stupid, selfish, little twits some people are.
Seriously! How do you guys not understand that policing fandom is completely pointless?!
Holy shit! Get over yourselves and start enjoying life again! 🙄
#i do what i want#i don't need your permission#tumblr is garbage#antianti shipping#salty af#get off my lawn
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