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getitinbusan · 4 years ago

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I've Got A Coupon (18+)

Part 5

Jin: Naked Chef

Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1244

Valentine's Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl...

Erotic movie night

• Massage with a happy ending

lap dance

Voyeur, look but don't touch!

• Naked Chef, dining al fresco

• Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

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2pm

You snuck up behind him as he stood at the counter whisking something in a bowl. You wrapped your arms around his middle giving him a start. "May I ask why aren't you naked?"

He turned mid embrace to face you. "Because I thought It would be weird if anyone came in and I was naked and alone in the kitchen?"

"True," you laughed. "Jinnie?"

"Yes princess?" your heart dropped, he was always so sweet.

"Can you just kiss me for a bit? I'll give you an extra 20 mins?"

"I'll kiss you for 2 hours if it's what makes you happy." His puffy lips pressed against yours, soft and sensual as his hands cupped your face. "Are you okay?"

"Uh huh, I guess I'm just craving some intimacy of a more wholesome variety."

"Well I think you're in luck because I'm a pretty wholesome guy."

"You're honestly the dream man Jin."

Your fingertips skimmed the shirt seams that ran across his broad shoulders.

"Look at you, you're handsome, talented, rich and you're so smart." You grinned remembering the last time you were together. "And you've got just the right amount of kink in you to keep things interesting."

He laughed, "I think you mean I'm boring compared to the others."

You frowned at him, "No, you're perfect."

He blushed, "Stop, you're gonna make my ego bigger than it already is."

It took a lot to fluster Jin. He was so used to being around constantly baffling behavior that he was unflappable. Seeing him blush from you compliments, if possible, made him even more endearing.

It felt good to be in his arms, he grounded you to some sort of domesticated dream that was lacking from your life.

"So what are we going to be doing?"

"Well, I'm going to make you Fettuccine Alfredo for lunch and Cannoli for dessert….apparently while naked."

"That's it? That's your fantasy?"

"It is actually."

"You’re lying, you're just saying that because you think it's what I want."

"Y/N there is literal video evidence of me on one of my first vlogs talking about how one day I can't wait to cook everyday with my wife."

He pulled out his phone, "Do you want me find it, I can show you right now."

You couldn't stop laughing, "I believe you!"

He took a swat at your bum and shook his head, "Call me a liar…"

Hanging a Do Not Disturb sign on the back of the kitchen's pocket door you slid it closed for privacy.

Turning around Jin was holding a small dishtowel over himself smiling from ear to ear.

"You know I've seen it before, and sir, there is nothing you need to hide."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"You don't have to ask me twice." slipping the straps off your shoulder the light dress fell to the floor and you kicked it to the side. "Your turn."

He gave the towel a snap and threw it with your dress.

"Remind me not to dry the dishes with that later."

Waiting for the pasta to boil you mixed the Cannoli filling while he worked on the shells. "Stand back I'm going to put them in the oil."

Dropping them in one by one the grease splashed out of the pot. "It didn't get me!" He cheered.

"Maybe we should send an audition tape to MasterChef," you happily kissed him.

No sooner than the words left your mouth the deep fried pastry began bubbling and splattering. Trying to turn down the temperature he reached over the pot, jumping and flinching with each pop of grease.

"Oh no, Jin I'm so sorry. This was such a shit idea." He pretended to cry while you kissed the little red burn marks over his chest.

"There's some lower," he whined.

"My poor baby," you kissed down his abs. "Here?"

"Lower"

You smiled against his skin, happy trail hairs tickling your nose. "Maybe we should just put something cold on it."

Reaching behind him, you stuck your hand in the Cannoli filling and whacked a handful onto his pecs. He stood still trying not to react but his lips were twitching while holding in his smile.

Turning his attention to the fettuccine he stirred it before pulling up a pasta fork full of noodles and blowing on it. "Do you know how to tell when pastas done?"

"You bite it?" you said hopefully.

He held it up to you to sample but instead threw it towards your chest.

"Nope it sticks!" He laughed maniacally as the noodle slowly inched down your breast. " And it looks like it's ready."

You grasped a handful salad but he caught your hand and pulled you towards him.

"Surrender!"

"NEVER!" you shouted.

He smiled, he was so happy and beautiful. Pulling your hand down and behind your back he held it tight and pressed the softest sweetest kiss onto your lips.

"Do you give up yet?"

Your heart was pounding through your chest. You'd never had to say it before….

"Yes," You dropped the lettuce and kissed him hard. "Mercy"

Maybe he didn't know the weight of the word but you certainly did. With one fell swoop his arm pushed everything off the kitchen island with a huge clatter. "Can we stop playing now?"

You couldn't even recall the last time someone was capable of making you blush but you were sure you were crimson.

"Jin I think we ruined lunch."

"We’ll get takeout.”

He lifted you to sit on the edge of the counter as he occupied the space between your legs.

"Can we do that kissing thing now?"

He delicately placed kisses down your neck and shoulders. Your nipples pebbled under the light touch of his fingertips and a small moan escaped you. Pulling back to look at you, his lips were slightly parted and his breathing was heavy.

His attention made you flustered. "Please Jin, I haven't had you in so long I can't wait anymore." Pulling up your legs you lay on the island, his for the taking.

He climbed on the counter and laid over you. "Is boring going to be enough for you?"

"If anyone can tame me it's gonna be you."

His lips met yours and they rarely left each other as he made love to you. His hand cradled your head from the hard counter while the other stroked your cheek. He was careful and reverent, worshipping your body instead of just using it. More than sexual, he was bringing you to another level, a completely different experience and connection.

Your legs wrapped around him, wanting him closer. He moved his hips slowly stroking your walls, the inner friction building and building your orgasm.

"Jin I'm gonna cum."

He nodded, you'd never seen him like this, so undone, so surrendered to a moment.

Arching your back off the counter he wrapped his arm around you lifting you closer to his chest as his thrusts became sloppier.

He just wanted to please you, and he did. It was white lightning and heart palpitations on top of pulsing wet satisfaction. Collapsing side by side you snuggled in close.

"Jin?"

"Yes love?"

"Can we do this everyday?"

"Do I need to be naked? Grease splatters really hurt."

Part 6: Taehyung - Toy Shop

#jin smut #BTS smut #kim seokjin #jin #bts #studio sessions

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poetry-vs-depression · 3 years ago

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Searching (my story for the inklings challenge)

We made it guys! Here's my story for the @inklings-challenge. I think of it as a trailer for a bigger story because I fell in love with the concept and I'm definitely going to add on more later. Also, I totally forgot to give this a title until 5 mins ago, so I'm calling it "Searching" for now, but might change it later. Without further ado...

Ethan thought he had woken up, but apparently, he was still asleep. If this was a dream, it must be a very boring one, for all he did was lay on the ground shivering, just like he did every morning. He had to be awake. But if he were awake, then how could he hear someone talking in the other room?

“….3 to 5 minutes…87%…be patient…”, came snippets of a female voice from the hallway. Ethan staggered over to the source of the sound, the main computer in the ship’s control room. For the first time in - he didn’t know how long - the screen was on. The automated voice spoke again. “System update complete: the ship has reconnected to signal.”

The first thing he did was check the date. Tears welled up in his eyes. It had been one year.

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After setting his coordinates to the country’s largest space station, Ethan decided it was time to catch up. His hands shook as he searched “Ethan Nate Masterly”. He skimmed the headlines from oldest to most recent.

19 years ago, a blog post from All About It Magazine: “Millionaire Philanthropist Eli Masterly adopts second son - ADORABLE BABY PICTURES INSIDE”

He didn’t need anything that far back. He trimmed his results to news stories within the last year.

12 months ago, an article from Astronomical.edu: “Time for Take-Off: See Ethan Masterly and his ship, The Perdita blast into space - LIVE!”

10 months ago, Celebrity Updates: “Ethan Masterly may be joyriding through space with billion dollar equipment: officials say that his ship was supposed to return weeks ago”.

9 months ago, several news stations with headlines to the effect of “After month-long rescue mission, all passengers on the Perdita return home - except Ethan Masterly”.

7 months ago, Space Science Magazine: “There was nothing we could do”: In trial, passengers on the Perdita testify that the pod sent to rescue Masterly malfunctioned.

6 months ago, Modern Reporter: “After months of searching, astronauts and government officials declare Ethan Mastery to be permanently lost in space.”

Ethan shut the computer down and sat on the ground for a while. “So everyone thinks I’m dead.” His mind turned to the entourage that left him behind with the faulty escape pod. He couldn’t blame them. Plenty of people wanted him dead anyway, and for good reason.

He lay his head against the ground and sighed as he thought about the world he was going back to in a matter of days. “The government hates me, the press hates me, and apparently my friends all hate me too. Isn’t that pathetic? The only one who doesn’t hate me is my-”

He paused.

“No, he probably hates me too.”

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One more thing he had to know. He searched “Eli Masterly”.

1 month ago, an article from World Enquirer Magazine: “Eli Masterly is still pouring money into finding long lost son.”

Suddenly, Ethan’s heart pumped faster. That was the last thing he expected to see. He scrolled…

3 mins ago, a memo from Eli Masterly via www.saveethan.com: “This weeks’ efforts to locate my son”.

He read it.

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A memo from Eli Masterly:

To all my family, friends, and associated:

Many of you are concerned about me and my desire to continue the investigation into my son’s disappearance last year.

Some say it is impossible for him to have survived. I disagree. Ethan’s ship was designed to harness the raw molecules available in space into food, fuel, and energy for as long as he needed it to. I find it perfectly plausible that gravity may eventually pull his shop close enough to Earth for us to contact him once more. But the bigger question that many of you have presented is not “Can we try to save Ethan?”, but “Should we?”. That is what I intend to address.

For those who may not know: Ethan has been accused of stealing $300,000 of his inheritance money. That is untrue. Although I disagreed with his decision, I allowed Ethan to withdrawal the money when he turned 18. I have always believed that when boys become men, their decisions become their own. I stand by that.

Ethan has also been accused of stealing an additional $5,000,000 from Masterly Enterprises and putting it towards wastefulness and indulgence of all kinds - including a luxurious tour of the galaxy, and several illegal activities that I will not describe here. This is true. I will not deny that trying to make up for the money he took has nearly sent us into bankruptcy, and it has caused hardship for many people - myself included. So, then, why do I continue to look for him?

When I first adopted Ethan, he was a very energetic 6-year-old. On his first day living in my home, he bit his older brother, threw a wild temper tantrum over ice cream, and broke an antique lamp. After I gave him a stern dressing down, I left him in his room to think for a bit. When I returned, he was packing his backpack with clothes.

He asked me when I was going to send him back to child services for being a bad son.

I never loved him because he did what I wanted him to. I loved him because he was my son. He still is - will always be - my son. This is why have never stopped searching, and I never will. He will always have a home here, with me.

Thank you for reading.

Sincerely,

Ethan’s dad

After he was done reading, Ethan reprogrammed his coordinates.

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For the first time in 12 months, Ethan knew warmth. First, it was the warmth of the earth when he tumbled onto the ground after his crash landing. Then it was the colors of the apple trees in Masterly Orchards, and the sun on his face as he walked on real earth. And suddenly, it was his father’s smile from the distance.

Over and over, Ethan tried to apologize. He tried to make Eli understand that he was a worthless son that deserved to be tossed out into the street. But all of that was drowned out by tears and laughter, and the first hug Ethan had had in a year.

#genre: space travel #team lewis #theme: reconciliation #theme: grace #story: unfinished #inklings challenge #inklingschallenge

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kpopfic-recs · 5 years ago

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♡ bts fic recs masterlist ♡

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Summary: It all started with brown and lilac eyes, a shy and virtuous smile -

and you thought you knew beauty before. (Fantasy!AU)

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Kim Taehyung

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Seal by dreamscript II ❀ ✓

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Warnings: None

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Summary: Taehyung just really wants to watch porn with you.

Length of story: 2.5k words

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Warnings: None

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Warnings: Violence

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Summary: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you.

Length of story: 4 parts/22.8k words

Warnings: None

Just Friends by kinktae II ☆ ☾ ♡ ✓

Summary: Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was an asshole, a tease, and kind of an inconsiderate roommate. But most of all, he’s your best friend, and has been since you were 10. When he suddenly confesses his attraction to you and proposes sleeping together, you are smart enough to turn him down. You knew Jungkook; you knew how he moved from one girl to the next. You, too, were many things, but just another notch in Jungkook’s belt was something you’d never be.

Length of story: 3 parts/27.1k words

Warnings: Drinking, spanking, daddy kink

Vampires Will Never Hurt You by ibangtanthings II (+ Seokjin) ☆ ☾ ✓

Length of story: 5 parts/27.2k words

Warnings: Blood, violence, death

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Warnings: None

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Homecoming by minlattes II ☾

Summary: Jungkook comes home from being on tour, and how he finds you is not how he expected.

Length of story: 1.5k words

Warnings: Voyeurism, masturbation/mutual masturbation

The Golden Ones by xiutingmyself II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: You and Jungkook are the best of the best at school, the golden ones. But being the competitive people you both are causes for some mischief.

Length of story: 2.7k words

Warnings: None, oral sex

“Wanna Bet?” “You Heard Me, Take It Off” by taegonia II ☾

Summary: You make a bet with Jungkook to see who lasts longer.

Length of story: 2.8k words

Warnings: Oral sex

I Will Not Lose! by jimlingss II ❀

Summary: A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. (Magic!AU)

Length of story: 6.3k words

Warnings: None

Spellbound by jeonseok II ❀

Summary: Summoning a demon had probably been a mistake on your part, but what have you ever done to deserve such an annoying demon anyways?

Length of story: 7.5k words

Warnings: Drinking, sexual content (not really smut)

playing with fire by floralseokjin II ☾

Summary: Jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day.

Length of story: 8.5k words

Warnings: Exhibitionist themes

Runaway Puppy by jimlingss II ❀

Summary: You’re a part of a mafia with your father and one day you get kidnapped. (Mafia!AU)

Length of story: 8.3k words

Warnings: Some violence

Damn the Delivery Boy by deerguk II ❀ ☾

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

Length of story: 9.7k words

Warnings: None

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Summary: You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks. (FWB!AU)

Length of story: 13.8k words

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Generation by jimlingss II ❀ ☆ ☾ ♡ ✓

Summary: Humanity is held by the arms of temptation, always sinning. In order to keep the world from being consumed by evil and keep it balanced between good and bad - a sin collector exists, purging black orbs from people’s souls.

Length of story: 5 parts/15.6k words

Warnings: Major character death, violence

A Bed of Roses by jimlingss II ❀ ☆ ✓

Summary: Superpowers are supposed to make you invincible, someone who could save the world, a hero. It’s not supposed to be like this...not like this.

Length of story: 8 parts/38.3k words

Warnings: Violence

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Seasons Grieving by jimlingss II ❀ ☆

Summary: The five stages of grief include denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.

Length of story: 4.3k words

Warnings: Death

The Seven Kinds of Love by jimlingss II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: Love - an intense feeling of deep affection.

Length of story: 8k words

Warnings: None

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calorieworkouts · 5 years ago

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7 Ways to Get Sexy And Strong Six Pack Abs

We see them day-to-day blessing our TV screens, in glossy publications or in the regional gym. 6 pack! The envy of both sexes. You must admit, a ripped stomach does look damn hot right? Yet just how do you obtain this much searched for 6 pack stomach?

Follow these seven key 6 pack approaches, for a firmer, ripped set of abs.

1. Eat Clean!

If you can not alter your diet plan you will never ever obtain abs ... duration! Abs do not come from limitless stomach problems or exercises, they come from acquiring a body fat percentage of 10% or less. 15% if you're a woman. the ONLY means to accomplish these reduced body fat levels is by consuming much cleaner 'calorie reduced' foods along with ‘fat burning' cardiovascular exercise.

2. Quicken Your Metabolic Rate with Smaller Sized, much more Regular Meals!

Did you recognize you can in fact melt body fat when you consume? Eating smaller sized, extra well balanced meals every 2-3 hours triggers a thermic result in your body which actually melts fat. The factor a number of use hang on to stomach fat is because we eat thee big meals a day and even simply one or 2! This triggers fat gain since it actually decreases your metabolic rate. You want to get six pack abs? You have to do this.

3. Eat Less Carbs

You can't have fantastic abdominal muscles if you indulge also frequently in carb rich foods! It's just going to be one uphill battle. Do not get me wrong, carbs are not all negative, you in fact require them to maintain energy levels up, nevertheless, as well several as well as it causes fat gain, to couple of as well as you'll be quite essentially operating on empty.

You need Equilibrium! My recommendations for producing excellent 6 pack abs is to eat the bulk of your carbohydrates in the first four dishes of the day and after that taper off carbs after 5pm. Afterwards time it's eco-friendly veggies, salads or rice cakes only. The difference this makes is massive, depend on me.

Must Read: Top 3 Reasons You Do Not Have 6 PACK Abs

4. Plenty of Protein

Protein not only assists build lean muscular tissues, but it will maintain you lean as well. Poultry, Turkey, All Fish, Lean Meats, Eggs, Skimmed Milk as well as Whey Healthy protein ought to be staple in your diet regimen and also a section of healthy protein requires to be included in every solitary meal. If cooking five times a day is not feasible, supplement with two healthiest protein powder smoothie or shakes daily with an inside story or 2 of oats, these make suitable meal replacements.

A Can of tuna and rice cakes, chicken with potatoes and also veggies and an Egg White Omelette (6 whites, 1 yolk) with peppers as well as tomatoes finishes your dishes for the day, very easy! Add into that a little healthy fat (omega 3 oils) with a handful or 2 of almonds each day.

5. Burn the FAT baby! Cardio!

Walk, run, swim, jog, row, whatever! Just maintain energetic. To burn fat you must work out. Four-five sessions of weight loss cardio will certainly do wonders for melting stomach abdominal fat. Be times are first point in the morning on a vacant belly or instantly adhering to a weights workout.

Thirty mins of moderate intensity cardio on any type of device is excellent. Alternatives such as Period Training or Spinning are additionally good, so too is reduced impact cardio like swimming or walking. Just maintain as active as possible, specifically if you have a workdesk job, if that holds true you MUST add in more cardio.

6. Weight Training Constructs Abs too!

Have you ever before seen a guy with excellent abdominals, however the remainder of his body is not exercised? Nope. Not just will weightlifting praise your abdominals with a great body, yet it will also be wonderful cardio also! Any type of workout that raises the heart price can be classified as 'fat burning' workout. My referral is to adhere to a weightlifting routine 4 times weekly for 45-60 mins per exercise utilizing a split routine as adheres to:

Monday: Chest and Triceps

Tuesday: Shoulders and Traps

Wednesday: Off

Thursday: Legs and Calves

Friday: Back and Biceps

Forget full body workouts or training muscle mass teams two times a week, it's counterproductive. Training every body part as soon as per week as well as you'll be not only having eye catching abs, however carved muscles as well. You can additionally benefit from personal training to assist you reach your health and fitness goals.

7. The Finest Abdominal Exercises to obtain your Abs Popping!

Believe me, you don't need to train your abdominals that much to get a six pack. The points above are the most crucial variables in accomplishing 6 pack abdominals. You still require to offer them some attention to obtain those grooves sticking out.

Beginners should start with the most straightforward, yet similarly efficient exercise 'Crunches'. As soon as you've obtained the form right you can begin executing various other more difficult ab exercises.

My personal favorites are Decrease Sit Ups, Roman Chair Lifts, Weight Crunches, Leg Pull-Ins and Weighted Abdominal muscle Devices you locate in all great health clubs. You actually don't need much more than this. One exercise that numerous people will certainly never ever also think about when it comes to training abdominal muscles is really 'deadlifts'. Deadlifts for abdominal muscles is without a doubt the very best workout that actually targets your core. I would certainly suggest including these in your Friday back workout.

I really hope these seven reminders will aid with your Quest for the Perfect 6 Pack. Eventually with whatever being claimed above the real secret is CONSISTENCY. You need to stick to today in day out. A 50% effort will give 50% results, so it's all or absolutely nothing is Abdominal muscles are your objective. Excellent Luck.

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thebritishblabbermouth · 6 years ago

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Suga Fanfiction (part 2)

Heyyyaa...heres part 2. Its got swearing in it and smut. But fluff too..theres going to be a part 3 as well. Let me know what you think! Also I am very very very very shy about the smut so please let me know what you think...it’ll mean everything to me :)

this is for you @atricksterwithwings let me know what you think :))

Heres Part 1 if you havent read it yet :)

It was 5 pm by the time I came home, even though I had barely gotten any work done. The look on your face; hurt and dejected as you ran away from my arms seemed to be plastered onto the back of my mind and no amount of distraction could peel it away. I had wanted to rush out immediately, tell you I didn’t mean any of my cruel words but it would’ve been counterproductive. We needed to end this. And the only way you would leave would be if I had hurt you enough to push you away.

What a damned dick move.

I was sure you would’ve left by now, my apartment must've returned to its barren state- just as you had found it not 2 years ago and it was all the more reason for me to stay cooped up inside the walls of my studio, praying I didn’t have to face you as you walked out of the door.

But it wasn’t pitch black and cold as I walked in. Rather it was warm, and smelt fucking delicious. There were candles everywhere and you were wrapped up in a giant white hoodie- its ends skimming the middle of your bare thighs and your hair whisked away into a loose knot at the top of your pretty head.

If there were a definition of perfection- it would be this.

‘’Yoongz! I have food and a movie too! I know our date day didn’t go as planned but that’s okay, this is way cuter don’t you think?’’ You tried to balance the bowls of steaming goodness between your dialogues, cute pink tongue darting out- as if it were the only way to balance everything completely. The action went straight to my head and I almost chuckled, almost breaking down the entire aura id build around myself. This had to stop. How were you so unfazed? How did the insults not make a difference? You should’ve walked out- called me an asshole and left me to my own wits. But here you were, clad in my sweatshirts, beaming like the fucking sun.

‘’You really have no self-respect do you? Clinging onto me like a needy bitch. God. Do I have to spell it out for you? Leave me alone!’’

I saw the colour drain from your cheeks, the usual pink hue falling as it you paled, eyes drooping with exhaustion as my words finally hit you.

This was it.

This was the end and I just needed to hold on for a little longer before breaking down, needed you to fully walk away before I hit the imaginary self-destruct button on my life.

‘’Do you know how much of a selfish asshole you are Yoongi?’’

You never swore. Ever. It was awkward hearing the insults from your mouth and it felt worse knowing they were all directed at me.

‘’Two years ago, you told me you loved and that you had to have me or you’d die, and I let you lead me, let you take me into everything that was you and I couldn’t be happier. You made me feel loved and warm and like I actually belonged in this world. Like I mattered. You made me feel like I was worth being protected and taken care of! Even when you weren’t here, when you were off on your endless tours or your head was too busy taking care of job and the boys- it was fine! Because I knew you loved me! Because I knew that no matter what, at the end of the day- I was yours and you were mine and it would all be okay!’’

Tears streamed down your now rosy cheeks, lashes thick and wet- your voice breaking and cracking as you spoke but strong nonetheless. This is how you were.

Strong even when you were weak.

You walked towards me, almost as if you were going to burn me down. And I silently prayed that you would. End me Entirely, before everything else did.

‘’And now Yoongi. You’re a fucking coward. Selfish and just petrified. When you loved me, you had to have me. And now, when things are hard- when work is hard and when you’re fucking afraid to admit that you’re scared shitless- afraid to let me take care of you, you push me away. Because that’s what you do. You push people away when they want to love you.’’

You had me cornered into the wall, your nose tilting upwards- eyes trained on mine as you spoke. It was quieter now. As if you had to make a point and make me understand.

‘’And right now, if you think I am going to walk away from you, leave you to ruin yourself and everything that you’ve worked hard on, let you walk over us like this. You’re damned stupid and delusional because I am not going anywhere!’’

‘’You’re crazy! I am not afraid of shit! I need to get work done! I need to be the best and I need to give those 6 boys what they deserve! You won’t ever understand that because somehow you’ve always been the best! At everything! At working, at this relationship, at loving despite all of my flaws and it’s insane! It’s driving me mad that you’re this amazing! I can’t keep up with it! I can’t keep up with you, I can’t give you what you deserve and what you need! So just g-’’ I screamed as loud as I could, tried to pry your hands away from myself but there was no stopping you.

No stopping the way you crashed your lips onto mine and cradled my head in your hands, no stopping the tears I could feel on my mouth, along with your taste, fucking honey and cherries and everything I needed to give up. I didn’t realise when you had me falling onto the couch, sitting on me and raking your fingers through my hair as we kissed. Calmer now, desperate but needing- wanting, sweet yet fierce.

‘’We’re going to crash and burn. The fans, they’re going to hate us because of this new album and you know me, I’ll live through it, but the boys. God, Jungkook and Jimin and Tae, they won’t be able to take it, it’ll be nightmare.’’

You inched yourself closer to me, wrapping yourself around me as you placed your lips on my cheeks, covering the tears I didn’t even know I had shed. My hands rested on your hips, shoulders slumped with stress and exhaustion. I couldn’t fight it anymore. Couldn’t even fight it if I tried.

‘’Did you know? Burnt soil is one of the most fertile kind out there?’’

I ignored the little fun fact and took to rubbing at your soothing skin, it was only minutes before I stripped you from the confines of the sweatshirt. I needed to feel you, burn with you. It was the only way Id be able to calm my heart.

‘’If this album doesn’t work, if you fall, pummel to the ground and lose all of your fans. Does it mean its over? Does it mean that everything has died?’’ Your eyes widened as I held onto you tighter but you continued talking, your words- providing a kind of comfort I didn’t know existed.

‘’It means you get to start over. Do something new. Change things up and rise like a phoenix. It’ll be hard and it’ll hurt but if theres one man I know who can pick himself up from ground zero- its you Yoongi.’’ You booped my nose as you spoke and I pulled the sweatshirt from your skin, releasing a wave of unshed tears as I laid my forehead onto your bare chest.

‘’You’re so strong Yoongi, and so loved. How could you possibly think you’d fail? You’re Min Genius, smart and intelligent and strong and passionate. You’re their vision Yoongi, the boys- they look up to you, and they don’t see an image you’ve made. No. They see you raw and whole. Just like me. They see someone who tries their best, someone who dares to dream with their eyes open and they see someone who loves unconditionally. They’re stronger than you think, and so are you.’’ You stroked my hair as you spoke and my breath hitched at your words.

‘’And the matter of someone destroying you? Baby…you’re fucking bulletproof.’’

I chuckled at the reference and you smiled, the curves of your lips reaching your eyes and making them twinge with excitement. God you were beautiful, and I’d thought of pushing you away. I didn’t have the words in me, to apologise, to ask for forgiveness. Because I was a selfish asshole and I knew how to take. How to bring you into my world.

And you were an angel, because you knew how to rescue me from it.

‘’I love you.’’

There weren’t any other words I could’ve said, nothing had the power like the three id just stated. And you smiled again, this time because of me, and I swear I felt like heaven because you were in my arms.

‘’Then show me.’’ You whispered, as if it were the only thing I'd ever need to do in life. And damn, you nipped at the silver loop that hung from my lobes. Beautiful and strong and such a fucking tease.

I pushed you onto the couch and kissed you deep, my tongue finally tasting your sweetness as you moaned deliciously into my mouth. Hot and eager. Just for me and just how I liked it.

‘’You’re so fucking perfect baby.’’ I said, because it was the truth. Because I felt the words with every inch of my soul.

It was a requirement, a compulsion- a damned drug to me. Your breasts and how they felt against my palms, soft and warm beneath my skin and you gasped, arching upwards as I took one in my mouth, aching with need as you groaned beneath me, begging me to touch you where we both wanted most.

You were soaked through, waiting and wet, just for me. But I had to take my time, had to show you I still loved you even though I was a jerk, I was stupid and afraid- just like you’d said. I swirled my tongue around your navel and your hands found my hair, dry and rough from the constant dying and glamour but god the way it felt when you tugged on it, my hard on aching with every innocent pull.

‘’I am going to make you come baby, you want that? You want to feel me?’’

‘’Please. I want you. Only you. Now.’’

Your words were halved and stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as I traced your nub with my fingers, it throbbed beneath my touch and I growled at the attention, teased and pulled it as I suckled your skin.

‘’Yoongi no…just please…’’

It was beautiful, watching you writhe and shake, and I eased my finger into your dripping heat as you whimpered into my mouth, almost tearing as I worked myself into you.

‘’I don’t deserve you love. Not one bit of you. But you said I was selfish, and I am. Please let me be, let me be selfish for you?’’ I whispered into your ears and you came all over my fingers, sweet and beautiful. Pure, and all for me.

I pulled you into my arms and laid behind you, my raging hard on pressing into your skin as my hands travelled the side of your frame, choosing to rest of their own over your heat. It was possessive and animalistic and you purred against me, requesting ever to sweetly to let you take care of me. But I needed to be with you tonight, to feel your skin and love you. Let you know that perhaps I wasn't always that selfish, that I could give before I took.

"I love you Yoongi. And even if it takes time... Even if you leave. I am not perfect, far from it. I always do stupid things, but you're a fighter Yoongi. You're strong and brave and so much more... Don't give up just yet baby? It'll be hard but-" I sealed your pretty mouth with mine, eating up all of your goodness as I saw your eyes tear, with pride and strength. All for me.

"I am not giving up beautiful. I can't. Because my angel won't allow it. Because I won't allow seeing her cry over the thought of it."

It was awkward for me, to say things out loud, to reassure and comfort. But for you, for you I'd try. For the blush that grazed you neck and warmed you skin just a little more than the subsiding heat, I'd move mountains and oceans, bring stars and planets to your feet.

And so I kissed you and held you, as you did me, my arm tucked under your head as you snored against it. My hand nestled between your legs as they wrapped around mine, encasing me and shielding me from my own turmoil.

It was easy. It was beautiful and we were whole, complete and loved.

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moonlitjiminn · 7 years ago

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Neighbour | Jimin, You

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

Father!Jimin AU with you as his daughter’s teacher. And in the beginning you didn’t know how important they would become to you

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Ara sighed as she folded the newspaper shut. The 'wanted jobs' section was just as full as it was unachievable, at this point, a simple part time job would suffice. But she couldn't find anything attainable. Despite being a qualified teacher, she couldn't seem to find any places hiring, making her degree completely useless.

Her phone alarm rang and her eyes flickered over it, seeing that it was time for her to get to her part time job. Putting the paper on the table and placing her coffee mug in the sink, she tied her hair up in a ponytail and left for the café down the street.

"Morning Ara!" her friend, Grace, exclaimed when she entered.

"Hey," she waved at her and rushed over to put her bag in the breakroom.

"Are you sure you can work my afternoon shift?"

"Yeah, of course," she grinned, "If it means more cash my way."

"You're a lifesaver," she sighed.

"Don't worry about it," glancing at the door, "There's our first customer."

Ara ran around to behind the coffee machine before greeting the chef in the kitchen. Grace served the customer as she seemed to know him and she motioned to her to make a cappuccino and to ask the chef for an egg's benedict.

The day went pretty fast, serving customer after customer, she were getting tired of it but there was nothing she could do.

After her two shifts were over, she got to finally go home and jump onto her bed, closing her eyes. Life was tiring enough already, trying to make ends meet solely with her part time job, let alone trying to find a full time teacher's position so that she could finally pay back her numerous debts.

Like that, she slowly drifted to sleep, the soft rhythm of the cicadas outside mixed with the loud second hand from your antique clock overwhelming her.

But her eyes snapped open the next morning, to the brash noise of... a moving truck?

Heaving her body off the bed, she peeked through the curtain and looked across the road, seeing a large moving truck in front of the house. Sighing, she pulled the curtain shut and walked back to her kitchen, preparing herself some breakfast. No one ever really did move out or into her neighbourhood, but the house across from hers had been empty for quite some time, the previous owners having to move to another country for medical reasons (Ara remembered her explaining her surgery to her as she gave her a farewell pie) and not being able to sell it until, well now.

Not because it wasn't an amazing house, which it was, two stories with a huge backyard, it seemed quite modern, not the type to look expensive but you were sure it was. The reason it was unsellable was the area, the house fit for a normal family, however wasn't close to any schools, it was a deal breaker.

Ara ate her toast in silence, scrolling through the news on her phone. That's when she came across a post which caught her eye.

A Preschool and a Primary School opening in the area?

Clicking on it, she skimmed through excitedly.

Were they accepting applications?

Yes!

Clicking on apply, she read through the criteria before jumping to her laptop to find her resume, and tweak it a little bit to make her sound like she was the perfect candidate for this job.

That was why she went to work that afternoon in such a happy mood.

"Woah, Ara, what's gotten into you?" Grace asked, seeing as she literally skipped through the café and hummed at the cash register.

"Did you know that there's a couple of schools opening in our area?" she asked her, a smile of optimism gracing her features. And hopefully they will hire me.

"Yeah, it's a few blocks down, didn't you know?"

"Nope," she shook her head and turned to the customer at the bench, "Good afternoon, what would you like today?" when she was in customer service, she had learnt how to put on a fake smile and pretend to be excited to see every single person in there, but this time she wasn't faking. She had hope for the first time in a long while, and she wasn't shy of showing it.

The lady in front of her grinned and told her the order and her name and paid, before she got to work on making her cappuccino.

"So, are you going to apply?" Grace asked once she had finished serving the lady.

"Yeah! I really do hope they accept me, it's exactly what I've been waiting for, my degree can finally come to use."

She laughed, "You know, Ara, I really look up to you, you keep trying even though you've failed so many times."

"Geez, thanks," she deadpanned, rolling her eyes, "What else am I meant to do? Just work this café job for the rest of my life and barely get by? There's nothing else to do but keep trying."

Ara winked at her and she smiled, before looking over her shoulder and widening her eyes. She assumed she meant you had another customer to tend to so you turned around, finding her own eyes widening at the sight.

Ara had been working at that café for over five years (it was her high school part time job and she just couldn't risk stopping the cash flow, in case she ended up not getting a job – which obviously was a good idea) and although she hated it, it was hard not to get attached to, and she had built an argument that café boys were always the best looking. She was used to it, pretty boy after pretty boy, but this was new.

The man in front of her was strikingly handsome, his eyes warm brown as he looked up at the menu above her, golden flakes were dancing around them, reflected from the sunlight. His hair was sporting a middle parting, the luscious brown locks falling effortlessly on either side and curling in just the right places. He had on a baggy white button up shirt and she couldn't help but ask herself how could someone have such an amazing figure? He looked unlike any other man she had ever seen before and in the best possible way. His eyebrows were furrowed as he scanned the lunch options. Nothing could make her heart beat faster.

But she was wrong, because when he lowered his eyes from the digital screen and looked right at her, she felt her legs about to give way.

Ara was trying her hardest to give him her normal café greeting, but nothing was coming out of her mouth. He didn't seem to see her struggle, however, as he just smiled (which literally made the whole room light up, she was sure of it) and started telling her his order. She nodded, writing everything down in the machine, making sure not to make any mistakes.

"That'll be ten dollars and fifty cents," she told him and when he pulled out a card, she passed the machine across the table together with the buzzer. Walking over to the barista machine, she realised she had forgotten to get his name to write on the cup, but he had already walked off.

She told the chef to make his omelette and served his Mochaccino in the meantime.

"Thank you," he sat up in his chair, sliding aside his MacBook for Ara to place the coffee down. She managed a smile and bowed before taking her place behind the cash register again.

This was a good day for sure.

That night, just before it was getting dark, there was a knock at Ara's door.

She raised an eyebrow, she hadn't invited anyone over and it's not like she was friends with anyone who would have spontaneous visits to her house.

Slowly opening the door, she found yourself staring at a complete stranger, about her age. She was about to tell them that you weren't interested in whatever they were selling and close the door but when she looked down, she saw a little girl smiling up at her. A smile that made her heart melt.

"Hello!" she chirped, making Ara smile yourself.

"Hi!" was her love for children showing yet?

"My name is Eunji and I just moved in the house across the road!" she turned and pointed at the house, "I am just coming around to say hi! And see if I can make friends!"

The girl behind her whispered, "She's just looking for people to play with at this point, I swear."

Ara laughed, "Well hello Eunji," she crouched down, "My name is Ara, and we can be friends."

She smiled, "Oh! And this is for you!" she held up a small cake.

"Really?" she nodded, "Wow thank you so much Eunji!" she ruffled her hair and stood up, facing the other person, who she assumed to be her mother, "Thank you."

"That's fine, we'll see you around then."

"Bye Ara!" Eunji waved and Ara waved back.

"By Eunji!"

"Thank you so much for looking after her," Jimin's voice was rushed as he came in through the door, hanging his coat on the rack.

"It's fine, you know thank yous between us are unnecessary," Min Hee smiled and picked up her keys before giving him a hug, "I'll see you okay?"

He nodded and walked into his bedroom, seeing Eunji sitting on the bed, reading a children's book. A tired smile appeared on his face as he dawdled to her. When she heard him, however, she whipped her head around, jumping off the bed and running to him.

"Omph," he let out when her body crashed into hers, "Hey baby."

"Daddy!" she squealed in his arms, "You're so late today."

He frowned, pulling back from her and brushing her hair out of his eyes, "I know, I'm sorry sweetie, daddy just got held up at work for a little longer than normal."

"That's okay!" she piped, "You're here now!"

"I am," he grinned, literally feeding off her energy at the moment. "What did you do today?"

"We went and introduced ourselves to everyone!"

"Did you?" he pinched her cheek and she nodded, "Did you make any friends?"

"Yeah! There's a boy two houses down called Minho and he wanted to be my friend! And Ara across the road too! She said she can be my friend too!"

"That's good," he scrunched his nose at her, "Should we get you some dinner?"

Ara was pacing up and down her living room, biting down on her fingernails as she anticipated an email. The school had notified her that the acceptance emails were being sent out today and she couldn't focus on anything until she got that email.

That's when she heard it.

The faint ding of her phone, however quiet, still sounded so loud in the silent room.

Rushing to her phone, she opened the email to read it.

Did they accept me?

Her excitement dropped as she read the first line.

Dear Ara we thank you for applying for a position at our Primary School, however we are sorry to inform you that we feel you do not have the experience necessary for this position...

Biting her lip, she squeezed your eyes shut.

Of course.

Of course they wanted experience, and she didn't have any of that. She closed the email straight away, not wanting to read anymore.

She was rejected, what more did they need to say?

The whole day turned into gloom as she entered the café, Grace frowned as she saw her expression.

"Ara, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she sighed, putting her stuff down and walking behind the bench.

"It's about that job, isn't it? You said they were emailing today."

Ara nodded.

"You didn't get it?"

She nodded again.

"Lemme see," she held her hand out and she shook her head.

"I don't need you to rub it in again."

"Just show me the email," her voice was demanding and Ara caved, passing her the phone.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, scanning the screen. "They didn't reject you?"

"Huh?"

"Did you even read more than the first line?"

"Huh?"

"It says that you don't have enough experience for the Primary School but they'd like you to earn that experience at their Preschool, and you call that a rejection?"

"Huh?" her eyes widened, "What?"

"You didn't even read the full thing and here you are, moping around everywhere."

Snatching the phone from her hand, a huge smile spread across Ara's face when she realised she was right.

They did want to hire me.

"Customer," Grace hissed and she put the phone back into her pocket, putting on a smile before turning around. And almost dropping the pen she were holding.

It was him again.

He was sending her such a warm smile as he waited for her and she couldn't help but ball her fists in an attempt to keep her sane.

"Mochaccino and Bacon Omelette?" she asked before even realising she had just told him she remembered his last order from three weeks ago and she looked back up at him in horror.

His smile just broadened, so much that his eyes turned into upside down crescents and numerous laugh lines were protruding from around them, making Ara's heart do summersaults.

"Yep," he continued to grin and swipe his card, "Thank you Ara," he said before turning and walking to the booth he sat in last time.

How did he know my name?

Ara was left in a trance, but that was before someone whacked her butt and she turned around.

"Do his order and then daydream, you egg," Grace hissed and she nodded, "Also, Ara, your name is literally on your badge, he didn't go stalking you or anything."

She looked down and realised how much of an idiot she must have seemed to be, because, yeah, there it was. Ara. Large and clear.

The first day at Ara's new school was already here and she remembered to get there on time. She had been interviewed by the principal and had already met all the teachers but this was her first time actually working with the kids. It was a new school but it had been running already for a month before she started, so it wasn't like anyone else was new. It was just Ara.

She welcomed all the children, they hung their bags before talking to her and introducing themselves. They were all so kind (except for a few who were more interested in playing games than talking to her – which was perfectly fine) and she found yourself starting to love the place already.

"Ara?" a familiar voice said and she looked up to see Eunji at the door. "Ara!"

Her face lit up, "Hey Eunji!"

She ran up to Ara and enveloped her in a hug, "I didn't know you came here too!"

"It's only my first day, sweetie, I didn't know you came here too!"

She giggled.

"Where's your bag?" she asked, looking over her shoulder to see nothing there.

"Daddy's bringing it," she told her, jumping in her spot.

She grinned, "You're giving your dad all the work."

She giggled again, something which Ara found was one of the cutest sounds she had ever heard.

"Eunji, did you bring a jacket?" someone's voice grew louder and Ara looked up to see a masculine figure walking in carrying a bright pink bag.

She stood up to be on eye level with him, only when she did that, however, her eyes widened.

"Ara?"

"Daddy, you know her?" Eunji chirped from under her and she found herself blinking repeatedly.

Dad?

His shocked expression softened and his smile returned, the smile she loved because it showed his laugh lines.

"You were a teacher too?"

"I-I only just started working here, today's my first day."

He nodded, "Was going to say, haven't seen you around here before."

She grinned, knowing her smile couldn't rival his in any way.

Eunji tugged at her bag, eager to put it away so she could go and play and this made him laugh, crouching down to be at eye level with her.

"Did you bring a jacket?" she nodded, opening her bag and showing him.

"Good girl," she took the bag from him and started walking to the cloak room but he stopped her. "Kiss?" he asked, turning his head to the side for her and she happily obliged, placing a quick kiss on his cheek and then running away.

Ara watched in adoration, loving the way he treated the little girl.

He stood up, "I feel like an introduction is in order, seeing as this is our third time meeting." He held his hand out, "I'm Jimin."

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fanfictionlive · 5 years ago

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Feel like giving up

I'm sorry, I don't know where else to post this and I feel like I should give a trigger warning for mothers day/pregnancy and loss before I start because I don't want to upset anyone with my personal problems. I just have no one else to talk to about this and I feel like I need to get the poison out.

I don't even know if I need advice, or comfort or maybe some tough love.... I guess right now I just need someone, even an internet stranger, to hear me?

Today has been bad. Really bad. It's mother's day in NA and it's always been a particularly painful day for me since I lost my mom when I was very little and my stepmom did her best to give Disney's evil stepmother's a run for their money. This year was supposed to be different -- my first mother's day -- but I lost my baby last summer in June.

My miscarriage happened two months after I lost my "dream job" and a week before I was set to open my new business, a brick & mortar store. I spent 5 days in the maternity ward, knowing my body had failed me, wondering what I could've done to prevent it, all the while listening to the new mothers try to comfort their new arrivals, and learning how to breastfeed in the middle of the night. Even though my fiance was there as much as he could be, it was one of the loneliest, most painful times of my life.

My store ended up having a delayed grand opening but I was able to throw myself back into it as soon as the doctor said I was ok to go back to work. It helped me to heal emotionally; gave me something to focus on. The store ended up being surprisingly successful last summer and I was looking forward to opening again earlier this summer and getting back after it. As you can imagine, my store is not open now, even though this should be one of my busiest weekends/months.

Because of COVID, I have been allowing myself more time with my fanfiction as a way to escape the reality that in the course of a year I lost basically everything I held dear. My job before the store, close friends I had made from that job, my baby, then my store and even my wedding plans, which has now been postponed indefinitely.

I have nothing happy to focus on now, except my fanfic. Only that has lost its spark now, too.

With all this free time, I thought I was on a roll, posting regularly for the last few weeks. I started getting brave and asking for concrit from a few people I trust and here on Reddit too this past week. I wanted tough love on my work because I figured hey, it can always be improved upon.

My bff offered to read it and I asked her to be honest with me about it. Well, she read it and gave me a few compliments, things she liked, one thing she was confused about and then said "I can't wait to read the rest". The only things she commented on were from the first 3 chapters out of 8. She said she read it start to finish in 40 min (her messages were time stamped so I could see when she said she started it vs when she said she was finished) but the story is 35,000 words so far. I don't know if that's even possible to read 35,000 in 40 min? I'm a pretty fast reader myself and it still takes me at least an hour and a half to skim through that many words.

I asked her where she left off and if she was able to see the last chapter that I uploaded as she was reading it but she never replied. It's been a few days now and I think she's ghosted me about it as I can see she's posting on sm and is active on messenger. We also never go more than 2 days without messaging each other and have been friends for like 15 years. I feel awkward and embarrassed for even asking her in the first place and putting her in the position that she has to avoid me about it now. (Edit: she has since replied as I was writing this but she is still avoiding my questions about the story 😞 oh well)

Some of the other concrit I received has been good and helpful, and it's what I wanted, but it seems to me that there's a lot of things wrong with my sentence structure, grammar and overall mechanics, to the point that it all needs to be completely scrapped and reworked. I'm starting to second guess everything now. I think that maybe there's something wrong with me, in my brain, that I haven't been able to see all these issues with my writing, right from the start. Why can't I seem to figure this out?

Writing was always my mother's passion and she was very good at it. She had several romance manuscripts typewritten in boxes and ready to send to publishers before she passed away -- her dream was to be a published author. I'm the same age now as she was when she passed and I had a thought recently that with nothing else going on in my life, maybe I would try to fulfil her dream to be published, especially since I was really starting to love it and thought I was doing well. I even thought (perhaps naively) that maybe I could use fanfic as a stepping stone for that, like other published authors.

I did have some small doubts over the last while that maybe my writing wasn't good enough to share with others just yet. My story doesn't get nearly as much attention or recc's as the others for my OTP. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't recall anyone ever reccing any of my fics since I started posting them to ao3 and Tumblr. Other stories with similar premise that started posting after me get way more praise, reccs, fanart, and love overall and mine seem to be completely forgotten even when I post a reminder it's still there on my Tumblr.

I have a few faithful readers but I'm beginning to realise they are either fandom friends who feel obligated to skim though it and say "good job!" or the devoted fans of my OTP who will gobble up anything put in front of them and do so happily because there's not much out there (god bless these people). I've even had a few people on reddit ask me to send them a link after hearing the premise. I sent it PM to them, asking them to let me know what they think, but they never reply, leave kudos or comment on it. No one has ever said anything bad about it... but now that I'm looking back on it, I'm starting to feel like people were just being nice by not saying anything at all.

Even still, I was really enjoying writing the last few months to take my mind off things. It was my happy place. I was even getting quite a lot done, until I decided to get brave and open myself up to concrit this week. Now I just feel like maybe I'm wasting my time and everyone else's, like I should delete my work and try to focus on something else. If my writing is that awful, disjointed and hard to follow, I don't think there's much I can do to change it at this point. I'm even starting to wonder if anyone cares besides me, and then... Do I really care anymore? I just feel so dead inside lately. I feel like Eeyore with a sad storm cloud following me around wherever I go.

I feel fucking broken. Especially on days like today.

My biggest problem is I don't even know how to begin to improve the way I write with the (good) advice I've been given. I can't see how to apply it to my work, on my own, without someone standing over me to point it out as I go. I feel so stupid and useless for not understanding the basics. How does one change something so fundamentally flawed in themselves? I don't want to give up, but I don't think I should bother to continue either if it's really *that* bad, y'know?

As I mentioned above, I don't really know what the purpose of this post is; I'm just feeling sorry for myself and screaming into the void at this point.

I'm also really sorry for the wall of text. If you've made it this far, thank you for reading. I suppose if anyone has any advice on how to move past this, or where to start on relearning everything please let me know. Maybe someone can point me in the right direction on where to go from here? It'd just be nice to hear I'm not alone in feeling this way.

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jineatthis · 7 years ago

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This is an absolute mess of just emotional garbage, and it switches from first to second person bc some of the scenarios?? I couldnt imagine myself in and reverted to default just imagine this is you guys okay lmao.

i was tagged by beautiful @bbyjoonbug sorry it took me so long bub

Would you rather:

build a snowman with Taehyung OR have a snowball fight with Hoseok

I wanna do both, we’re already out in the snow. I can start with the snowman with T** looking so adorable all rugged up in layers of coats and scarves and giving me a big boxy grin and getting distracted by his breath puffing out in clouds. Giving me his scarf when I put mine on the snow man and pulling it up around my chin, cute cute cute. And then everything changed when Hoseok attacked. It’ll be so much fun, with lots of yelling and cursing and he’ll probably accidentally destroy the snowman which is sad, the fight will only last like 5 mins before we’re over it and laying in the snow while I try and catch my breath and he’s laughing at me, then we’ll go get hot chocolate and sit under an old blanket by the fire all snuggled up together and warm and cosy. Anyway, super cute I wanna spend a white Christmas with BTS

get coffee with Yoongi OR get ice cream with Yoongi

Sitting at the back of a coffee shop in a secluded corner with yoongi?? Holding hands under the table or having his hand resting lightly on my thigh, feeding him the cream off the top of my iced coffee and wrinkling my nose at his americano. Quietly enjoying our drinks and each others company, content to just watch the other people in the coffee shop or flip through a magazine while he might do some work on his laptop.

go to the cinema with Jimin OR the amusement park with Jungkook

Movies with jimin would be so cute and I do love going to the cinemas but listen, I LOVE THEMEPARKS, and Jungkook. Being able to share the adrenaline rush of a terrifying rollercoaster with him, and then just grinning at each other, eyes shining and racing back into line to do it again. Complaining about the expensive food but not wanting to eat the sandwiches we had packed bc ‘a hotdog sounds so good right now’. Spending most of the day waiting in lines and talking and leaning against each other when we’re tired and making conversation with the people behind us. Super cute I’m so emo.

do a dance cover with Hoseok OR sing a duet with Jin

A bitch (me) can’t dance, damn. I’d probably nut being that close to hoseok listen I’m rlly in a hobi mood. I can’t sing either but Jin???? That’s my whole entire husband?? A romantic duet with Jin, I would die??? Looking into my eyes and singing something emotional and heartfelt in his gorgeous voice and skimming his hands down my arms when he’s close enough??? Kill me. Sharing a mic with him??? The planning and writing process before we even sing?? Nights sitting on a couch together leaning over a coffee table covered in papers, bouncing ideas off each other and laughing hysterically at everything and anything bc we’re sleep deprived??? Having him nap on my lap and just play with his hair and enjoy the moment.

kiss Namjoon OR cuddle Yoongi

I can’t answer this fdhdtntrn its too hard I wanna die. Peppering Nams smiling face with little kisses, his eyelids his forehead his nose his chin his dimples his temples and jaw just tiny kisses everywhere, slow kisses in the morning tangled in the sheets?? Casual comfortable kisses over a table when we’re out to dinner, teary sweet goodbye kisses, heavy wet kisses straddling him in a chair in the studio, ‘baby baby baby’? Anyway, that’s enough of that mess. Cuddles with Yoongi??? Lazy days spent on the couch with a bunch of throw pillows and blankets and old comfortable trackies and stained sweaters, watching the fast-furious series or a sitcom, feeding each other chips and teasing each other when we get emotional over a certain scene. Crawling into bed with him after a tough day and snuggling up against his back and he murmurs in his sleep and leans back into me?? Super cute. Walking up and cuddling him for no reason and he just slings his arms around my waist and continues with his conversation and lets me just press my face into his chest and breath him in??? WOW SHE’S REALLY EMO TODAY.

babysit with Jimin OR dogsit with Taehyung

I’m so anxious around children I think somethings going wrong 24/7, also if the kid isn’t related to me…they annoying. Dog sitting with T**?? Super cute. (I’m not saying T**hyungs name ever again, he making me unfaithful to my man...I wouldn’t pass up dog sitting duties with him though...) Going to a dog park and watching them play fetch while I sit on a bench, reading a book and wondering who the real puppy is? Playing scissors paper rock to see who must clean up after the dog, watching him be Damatique ™ pulling the most adorable faces. T** passing out on the couch with the dog on his stomach and taking heaps of photos and making it my new lock screen. Accidentally letting the dog off the lead and it bolts and the two of us screaming after it, spending hours looking around town panicking and coming home to it curled up on the ‘Welcome’ mat at the front door, tail thumping lazily.

film a commercial with Hoseok OR film a sketch with Taehyung

A silly sketch with T** would be so much fun and that’s all I’m saying abt it bc thinking abt rehearsing our lines sitting on the floor of the practice room and laughing over the stupidity of it and getting excited when we think of something new to add is too much.

hug Jimin OR hold hands with Jungkook

fjgnsthtrh, IM EMOTIONAL. Jk has such nice hands I’m really such a soft bitch for him and everything about him, walking together and feeling his knuckles brush against the back of my hand and looking up and he’s staring forward and chewing on the inside of his cheek, reaching out and entwining our fingers and looking back and he’s looking away and covering his mouth with his free hand and his ears are red? Loosely holding hands in the backseat of a car, both dozing off and leaning into one another? Jk laughing at something while out to dinner and reaching out across the table to grasp my hand and give it a squeeze and his eyes are shining and I’m back to being an emo bitch.

go to Paris with Jin OR to London with Yoongi

Yes yes yes yes. Cute tourist photos with Jin, watching him go ‘WAAH’ whenever he sees something new, pointing excitedly out across the balcony of the hotel room and yelling about the view. Sharing a crepe and wiping the mess of cream off his chin with your thumb and he leans down to lick Nutella off the corner of ur mouth. Walking hand and hand through the louvre while he makes silly jokes about you being the true work of art, and jumping away from you and reminding you that you’re ‘not allowed to touch the masterpieces’ and you roll yours eyes and smack his chest bc he’s such an idiot but sososo cute.

film a drama with Jin OR do a photo shoot with Namjoon

don’t get me started

attend an award show with Namjoon OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with Jungkook

I’m squealing. This is so cute esp if It was something ridiculously gaudy and appalling and embarrassing and one of us wants to die and the other is beaming.

spend a lazy day with Yoongi OR explore a city with Hoseok

I CAN’T DECIDE THESE ARE SO GOOD. Lazy day with Yoongi, lounging about watching tv, getting up and going to the kitchen and asking if he wants a drink while ur up and looking over and he's scratching his chest under his shirt all stretched out on the couch and watching you with sleepy eyes and the door to the balcony’s open and the breeze is ruffling the sheer curtain softly and it's all tranquil and serene and warm.

Or being dragged through streets with hobi, him holding a map with one hand and clutching at yours with the other. A lane filled with street food and you stop at each stall and feed each other samples. Struggling to read the map and talking to strangers on the street and getting lost but ending up in cute backstreet cafes and busy parks. Spotting a pretty building on the horizon and deciding that that absolutely must be your next destination. Impulsively jumping onto a passing tram and wondering where it’ll take you.

fall asleep next to Jimin OR wake up next to Jungkook

Don’t look at me I’m about to write some real gross shit. But waking up to him placing soft kisses across ur shoulders and brushing the hair off your face and laughing softly and apologising for waking you? Waking up to him crawling into bed heavily and collapsing into the sheets beside you before grumbling something about a tough practice and pulling an all-nighter and slinging an arm across your hips and immediately passing out. Waking up and feeling his breath fan against the back of ur neck and his knees digging into your thighs and his arm under your body isn’t the most comfortable but it’s perfect anyway. Taking a nap on the couch and waking up to him sitting on the armchair across from you, watching tv and looking so relaxed and at home.

have a fun picnic with Hoseok OR a fancy date with Jin

I can’t believe I’m openly cheating on my man like this but?? I’ll always choose a picnic over a fancy dinner I worked in fine dining for too long it’s lost the appeal. Cute though laying on a blanket by the beach or in a park wearing big floppy hats and sunglasses and loose flowing clothes. Feeding him fruit from the palm of your hand and his lips and chin are shiny with the juice and his kisses are sweet. People watching and making small comments abt peoples fashion sense until it turns into full on judging and giving everyone a wild backstory and you both end up in hysterics. And he sings softly under his breath and you’re fine to lay in silence and cloud gaze, murmuring occasionally about some shape you see

have Jungkook serenade you OR have Taehyung sing you to sleep

I couldn’t handle being serenaded I would combust. But t**hyungs deep voice softly filling the room as he cards his fingers through my hair and his breath is fanning across the back of my neck and shoulders lightly and the lyrics don’t make any sense anymore he’s just singing about his day and how much he loves me and his hopes for the future and he pauses to press his lips to my shoulder and hums against my skin and I’d feel so warm and safe and loved is that too much for a girl to ask damn.

go camping with Jimin and Tae OR go to the beach with Namjoon and Yoongi

I live by the beach the beach is overrated. Camping in the forest with the boys?? A dream, sharing a big bed and waking up tangled in limbs and t**hyung took his socks of in the middle of the night so me and jimin are dying but it’s too cold outside to evacuate. Roasting marshmallows and having a few drinks around the fire and playing truth or dare and telling ghost stories that aren’t even that scary but still has everyone jumping at the smallest of sounds. Exploring the forest and taking pictures of everything. Jimin and t** getting into a mock fight and ending up sliding down an embankment, ending up covered in mud and chasing me around trying to give me a mud hug. Jimin swimming in the lagoon and flipping his wet hair out of his face like a fucking supermodel and me and t** are shook. Me and t** struggling to start the fire but we watched a YouTube video abt it before we left and we’re like 100% sure we’ve got this, jimin running out of patience and throwing a few firelighters into the pit and pulling out a box of matches.

have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

???? nams in a flannel pj set?? Everyone barefaced and sleepy, sharing one massive bed, sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Being able to see Yoongi curled up and adorable? Nams stretching out and taking all the room and being just straight up adorable? Circling back to being sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Snuggling with jin? Coddled by jin?

celebrate Halloween with Jungkook, Yoongi, Tae, and Hoseok OR Christmas with Namjoon, Jimin and Jin

once again I choose the one without jin but listen Halloween is just so much better also t**hyung and hoseok really got me feeling a way lately and Jungkook is everyone’s bias wrecker. Plus, we’re all adults and adults drink in Australia on Halloween and do stupid shit, so yeah. Going clubbing with the boys all dressed up, getting mortal, staying till close or till someone gets kicked out and then stumbling home? A dream. The boys drunkenly singing bst and t** trying to get into the DJ’s booth to rap cypher lmao, Jungkook and hoseok dancing like absolute hos, slut dropping and even twerking unironically what a mess what a great time. Yoongi just nodding and raising his drink that never seems to empty bc he’s just smashing them down and getting refills, looking like an absolute snack all in black. Getting the uber driver to take us through maccas on the way home and ordering four family boxes. Most of it ends up on the car floor and spilled in the driveway and we get a 1-star rating. All falling asleep with our costume sand makeup still on in the loungeroom.

GOD IM SORRY ITS SO LOOONG okay anyway what a mess ill tag @sugaas @hxtape @forestcottage @killv @jho-seok @softseoks @fhawn @hobsbf @silkguk @okimtae @joonsamor @gothicsuga @girlsheart @hxxtape @hobih

#hcs #this is rlly a mess youd think bc it took me so long to do itd be better #but i just kind of threw up on a page #and then paniced #also guys if you dont wanna be tagged in things just let me know

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kookienomster3 · 7 years ago

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I Want The Headline (Pt. 44)

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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Jungkook shoved his way past the guards posted outside the doors, angrily shouldering the door open. Seated at his desk skimming through papers, the mayor flinched, wide eyes shooting up to see what was going on. Hot on his heels, the guards stormed the room, one managing to get a grip on the back of Jungkook’s jacket. They weren’t exactly sure how he had gotten past the front desk, but they were going to make sure he didn’t get any further.

“Ah, wait!” The mayor rushed, “H-He’s fine! It’s alright!” He smiled weakly at the odd look the guards were sending him, but nonetheless they backed off. Waving them away, the mayor held his smile until the door was shut softly and he was alone with Jungkook. Jungkook was dressed in the same thing he had been wearing when his father last saw him in the prison lobby. A dark green jacket draped over a rumpled white tee shirt. The hat he had been wearing was gone, the mayor noticed, but the ripped jeans and muddy boots were still there. There was a bruise along Jungkook’s cheek that stretched as he worked his jaw and dried blood collected on the corner of his lips. He was pacing, the steady thud of his boots along the carpet filling the room. Suddenly, he stopped, the sound of his boots halting and the only sound heard was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.

Heaving in the center of the room, Jungkook venomously stared at his father. “You fucking revoked my access.” He hissed. The older man, rubbed his brow tenderly,

“..Which one are you talking about?” He asked delicately. He had actually revoked Jungkook’s access to two places, being immediately informed that he had tried to go to both places back to back shortly before he stormed his office. The older man just didn’t know which one Jungkook was angry about. Sighing, the mayor wondered how everything had happened so quickly. It had only been three days since the warehouse raid and already he had stretched several laws to keep Jungkook and his girlfriend out of prison and no doubt the boy would be pressing for the rest of his organization to be freed soon. His oldest son was already on his back, wondering why some seemingly random guy was getting such special treatment. No doubt, he’d be digging into Jungkook’s history and probably find out why.

Eyeing his son, the man sighed. He should have claimed him years ago. He had done him wrong and now, he was practically helpless against his son’s manipulation. If word got out that he not only had a secret son, but that he was part of the mafia and moreover he was using his position of mayor to keep him out of the law’s sight an uproar would start. Not to mention, how would his family react? He had a son and two grandsons who looked up to him. His wife would find out about the affair.

Mayor Jeon wasn’t sure if claiming Jungkook was worth all that trouble. Jungkook didn’t even seem to like him. Even when he was a little boy, he’d cling to his mother whenever he would go to visit them, his shy eyes timidly watching. After she had died, Jungkook had changed. Granted it was mostly his father’s fault, but Namjoon’s group had wiped out most of the police force on several occasions beforehand. It was obvious that they had claimed Jungkook as one of them. The mayor had almost lost his oldest son, he didn’t want to put his life at risk again for a little boy who would only be shipped off to boarding school since no one could know the relational ties between Jungkook and the mayor. But looking at Jungkook now, fully grown and burning with rage; it seemed that not picking him up and sending him off was a mistake.

Mayor Jeon wasn’t sure how to go about this.

Jungkook stepped towards the desk, leaning over it to glare at the older man. “I fucking know you revoke my access from both of them.” He revealed, “I wanna know why I can’t see her. I’m going to fucking murder Yoongi with my bare hands, but that can wait. You’re stopping me from seeing her.” He narrowed his eyes dangerously, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Calmly the mayor met his son’s gaze, “I’m the mayor of this city and your father.” He tried to place his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, but it was harshly shoved away. Mayor Jeon nodded, delicately lowering his hand, “Jungkook..Why don’t you go home and rest?” He suggested, “I got an apartment for you in a nice neighborhood. So you can live quietly and peaceful-”

“You’re just trying to keep me fucking separated from you and your damn spotlight.” Jungkook retorted darkly. “Don’t think that I didn’t know that that’s the same damn thing you did to my mom. A nice, paid for apartment on the other side of town. Far, far away from you.” He smacked a stack of files off the desk, “You even have fucking groceries sent there. I know what you’re trying to do, but you’re not getting rid of me until I get what I want.” The mayor nodded, eyes averting from his youngest son’s intimidating stare to his laptop on his desk. Jungkook’s hand shot out, slamming the device shut. “You know what I want.” He growled, “So let me see her.”

His father softly shook his head. He didn’t deny Jungkook access to your room to spite him. He did it so Jungkook would actually sit down and rest. “But all you’ve been doing is pacing around her hospital room and making the doctors nervous or arguing with guards at the prison.” His father frowned at him. He knew Jungkook was hurting, but the way he was handling things was bad. “Mr. Min is in solitary confinement now that you just went to the prison and started a fight with him.” He nodded at Jungkook’s confused stare, “Yes, I am kept in the know of what you’ve been doing, Jungkook. You’re not going to be able to see him whether I have a say in it or not and the girl..she just lost her baby. Give her time to rest. I know you’re hurting about the loss of your chi-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jungkook backed up quickly, hands pulling at his hair. Pacing the room angrily, he felt like hitting something. Suddenly, he whirled around, shoving over the plush chairs neatly placed in front of the desk. “It wasn’t mine.” He growled, hand shooting out as if he was going to grab onto his father. The other man leaned back, hands held up weakly. The baby wasn’t his. Was that why he was so upset? “You’re talking so damn lightly about shit you know nothing about! It was his, he hurt her and you’re making up shit about that baby being mine? You don’t know anything! About me, about Y/N, about this damn city!” Slapping his hands aside, Jungkook gripped the man’s tie, jerking him closer, “The next time I go see her, they better let me in or I’m fucking coming for you.”

He laughed.

A soft snort, passing through his breath. Cramped into a corner, knees pressed to his chest, he laughed. The small room was completely black, the only light being a red speck coming from the top corner of the room. A soft whirring drifted from the corner; a camera adjusting focus.

They were wondering what he was doing.

Yoongi lifted his head, the laughter gone. He stared straight at the red dot, knowing fully well that even though he couldn’t see the camera, they could see him. He wondered what they were doing. Taking notes? He hadn’t moved for the past three hours. His laugh being the only interesting thing he had done. Were they seeing if he’d break? He had nothing to give them. The room was getting colder with each passing hour. They were trying to worm something out of him.

They were trying to make him crack again.

The first time had been completely coincidental. It was all Jungkook, and some incompetent officer who thought it’d be okay to let him in the same room. The sharp hiss to his tone did nothing to warn the officer, who had only asked that Jungkook fill out a form and he’d be clear to meet Yoongi. So Jungkook filled the form, his pen tearing the paper as he angrily wrote the name of the man he was here to see.

Min Yoongi.

And Yoongi was lifted from his shared cell with Jaehwa, the later warily eyeing the guards. Yoongi was oddly calm, easily standing up from his bed and letting them guide him to the conference room. He was seated, cuffed to the table and left alone.

Until Jungkook walked in.

It didn’t take more than a minute before curses and threats were being spat out from both men. Yoongi managing to slip his hands through the cuffs and Jungkook lunged over the table. They fought; restraints aside. Voices clashing together, teeth clenching, and nails scraping; they fought with the full intent to harm the other as much as possible.

Guards swarmed the room, ganging up to pull the two apart. The conference room was full of confusion; security wondering why Jungkook was allowed to see Yoongi anyway. All Jungkook had to mention was you and a baby.

Mouth spewing promises of what he’d to Yoongi for infecting you with his parasitic spawn, Jungkook was dragged from the conference room and taken in for questioning. Yoongi went limp in the guards arms, his heart dropping. He didn’t know anything about this. Before he could ask anyone about where you were he was hauled off, past his cell with Jaehwa and thrown into a small dark room marked with a rusted plate that read,

Solitary Confinement.

And that’s where he had been for the last two days. He couldn’t see anything, the entire room drenched pitch black; the small recording light on the camera not nearly strong enough to illuminate anything. Yoongi had crawled into the nearest corner and sat quietly, head resting against the wall. Jungkook said you were pregnant. He picked at his thumbnail, tongue twisting in his mouth. He couldn’t do anything for you or that baby stuck in confinement. How was Jungkook walking around free anyway? He was at the warehouse, wasn’t he arrested too? Yoongi lightly hit his head against the wall; Jungkook had to have some sort of connection somewhere higher up if he’s walking free. He worked his jaw, licking his lips. There was one more person he could rely on to get him out, but he wasn’t sure how well it’d work in his favor.

Yoongi needed to get into contact with Jin.

The office doors slammed open, Captain Jeon barging into the room. He furrowed his brows at the sight of the guy from the warehouse, practically strangling his father, and quickly moved forward to pull Jungkook away. One handedly reaching for his handcuffs, he grappled with Jungkook, trying to restrain him.

“Wait! Let him go!”

Captain Jeon glared at his father, “He put his hands on you! He threatened you, he needs to be arrested!” He didn’t understand why his father let this one guy get away with so much. First, getting out of prison, then dropping all charges against him, and just now Captain Jeon had been told that his father had let his guy storm into his office.

His father stood from his seat, reaching out to grab his oldest son’s sleeve and pull him back. “I said let him go! He didn’t do anything wrong.” Captain Jeon angrily, released Jungkook, turning his heated stare to his father.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” He snapped, “You’re talking so easily about shit you know nothing about! Do you know how many people he’s personally killed? How many of my officers and whenever we get close to him all of a sudden all of our evidence is gone and you’re personally calling for his release!? I fucking noticed, dad and I’m tired of your bullshit! You either tell me why the hell he’s so special or I’m coming for you personally.”

The mayor blinked, gaze shifted between the two men. Oddly, he wiped at the sweat collected along his brow and quietly laughed. Captain Jeon raised a brow in disbelief while Jungkook huffed, rolling his eyes. The older man softly smiled at his sons, “You two are very similar.” He rubbed his hands together, wondering what was the best way to let his oldest son into the loop.

Captain Jeon recoiled, dark gaze cutting to Jungkook. He was nothing like him. He was an upstanding citizen, he didn’t break laws and work under the cover of night. He sure as hell didn’t set people on fire. Jungkook, who had been staring steadily at the mayor, languidly averted his eyes to Captain Jeon.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook.” He began, lips tilting up at the way the captain visibly flinched at the revelation of his surname. “I’m your little brother.”

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sawthingsiimagined · 7 years ago

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#XD30 THIRTEEN | DOUBLE TROUBLE

[ Great Idea - Jada ]

The EMBRACE Event was very amazing. We had just finished meeting the attendees and I was outside sitting in my brother’s lap while on Instagram live. Everyone was complimenting on how great we looked and we also read some great reviews from our D.C. show. My feet were killing me and I couldn’t wait to get back to my room to take off these clothes. We had to be back on the tour bus at 9am the next morning to arrive in New Jersey in time. I was answering questions and skimming through the comments when I read a comment that said “Stay away from Q, you’re too good for him”. I pretended not to see it and hoped Jace didn’t read the comment either. That’s when it happened. The entire comment section spiraled into opinions and speculations about Q and I’s interaction. It felt really uncomfortable because I didn’t want to come off looking like a desperate new star looking for any guy in the industry to hook up with and I also didn’t want to cause any ill attention for Q.

“Want me to turn it off.”, Jace asked me squeezing my hand. I didn’t answer. “Alright guys, we’re headed back to our room. Be sure to go check out our new video that’s on YouTube now. Goodnight.”, Jace said as he closed the app. “Listen Jada, what you do is your business but I really think…”, he began saying.

“Everyone keeps telling me what they think and not asking me how I feel or what my plan is!”, I said almost on the verge of tears. “No my love, that’s not where I was going with my statement.”, he said pulling me into his chest. “What I was going to say is that you should do what you feel just know that in this industry you’ll have to decide what you want to share unless you plan on sharing it all. You’ll have to manage your own personal affairs. This isn’t like high school or college. I trust that you will make the best decisions for you and I always have your back. Be open.”, he said.

I smiled. Jace was not only my twin but I really felt like he was my soulmate. He understood me in ways that no one else did. I felt really blessed to have him as my brother. My phone rang and I got up off of his lap to walk away from him. It was Q. It was perfect timing. I wanted to talk to him just to see where all of this was going or if we were just having fun. I didn’t mind having fun but I needed the closure.

“Hello.”, I said answering the phone as if I didn’t know it it was him. “Hey mama, I want to see you. Can I come to you now?”, he asked. “We are still waiting at the banquet hall but will be headed back to our hotel shortly.” I answered. “Are y’all waiting on a car? Let me come get you.”, Q said. “I don’t know if that’s possible.”, I said. I wasn’t sure how to break away from my manager. I glanced over at Mona and she was on the phone handling business as usual. I figured I shouldn’t press my luck with asking her. It may be fine to just have Q come up to my room. I didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, can you give me 5 minutes to figure something out?”, I asked. “Sure, call me back.”, he said.

I walked over to Jace. “Do you think we could push our rehearsal back and be fine with rehearsing once we get to Jersey?”, I asked already assuming he would say no. “Yea that’s what we’d have to do anyways. Mona wants to stop and get food and I’m a little hungry too so we thought we'd stop at Waffle House near the hotel before going to our rooms.”, he said. “I’m a little tired. I’m going to see if Mona will let a friend come pick me up and take me straight to the hotel.”, I said looking at Mona. “A friend, as in Q?”, he asked folding his arms. “Yes, is that ok with you?”, I asked with a slight attitude. “Yea but is he driving?”, he asked. “I doubt it. He probably has a driver.”, I replied. That’s when I thought of the bright idea. I would tell Mona I was taking an Uber ride back to the hotel. “I need to keep this thing under wraps. Can we just keep everything about Me and Q between me and you for right now?”, I asked my brother. “Sure. What are you going to do? Tell Mona that you’re going to catch a Taxi or Uber back to the hotel. It is dark so she probably won’t recognize Q.”, he said. “Precisely.”, I said with a smile. “We are such twins!”, I said lightly punching him in the chest.

I went over and explained to Mona that an Uber would come to get me. She said she was fine with that and just asked that I texted her when I pulled into the hotel. The hotel was only 15 minutes away. I agreed and called Q.

“Hey, I’ll text you the address. You can come get me. You have a driver right?”, I said with my hand over mouth. “Yea ma. You don’t trust my driving?”, he asked with a chuckle. “No, no it’s not that. I just told my manager that I was calling an Uber Ride.”, I said feeling like a 15 year old girl lying to her mom. “Fine, just be sure to rate me all 5’s.”, he said laughing. “Text me the address.”

I hung up the phone and texted him. Surprisingly about 5 minutes later a black Escalade pulled up with tinted windows. The driver let down the window and called my name. We were really playing this Uber ride thing well. I got in the back seat and didn’t see Q. I started to get worried until I shut the door and felt his hand behind me. He was laying on the back row smiling so wide I could see his entire grill.

“So how were my production skills? We made it look like a real Uber.”, he laughed. He took my hand and kissed it. He kissed it several time. He then took my index finger and put it in his mouth. Good thing I sanitized my hands. He obviously wasn’t concerned about Ebola. He pulled on me as if he we telling me to join him in the bask seat. I hesitated because the driver was right there.

“Yo, what about the driver?,” I asked with concern.

“Ma this is my shit.”, he said. “Yo Mario, turn up the music and take the long way to the hotel.” That turned me the fuck on! Q was just IT. He had IT! He acted IT! He wanted IT! He pulls me on top of him and begins kissing me deep. He takes one hand and grips my ass. He realizes that I had on a body suit and I immediately regretted it. He was able to pop one of my breast out. He pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it like he was sure he was going to get some milk. He sucked my breast like a new born baby. I really wanted him. This time all of him. Both times before he aimed to please me expecting nothing in return. This time he really couldn’t pleasure me like he wanted because of what I had on. That was a sign to me that it was time for me to please him. I pulled back from his embrace and he looked at me as if he had something wrong. I reached down and licked his lips and then I licked my lips. I then tugged on his jeans. I was able to unbuckle his belt. He would not help me. He almost seemed shocked that I was going there. I checked to see if he was hard because I couldn’t understand his reaction. He just stared at me. I unzipped his pants and I backed back enough to arch my back and pull his dick out of his Gucci briefs. DAMN. It is true what I had heard. Those slender niggas have some long dicks. He must have been concerned that I couldn’t handle it. And he was right but I was not afraid of a challenge. I looked at him and he looked at me with a look of apology. I leaned down arching my back more and pulled him into my mouth. The only dick I had ever sucked was my ex and he enjoyed it so I was confident that I had skills. I relaxed my throat. I was able to pull him in far and I heard him gasp. I grabbed his balls and he grabbed my hand. I hope I didn’t hurt him. He took all of my fingers and placed them in his mouth. I could feel his tongue licking the tips of my fingers. I went to town on that dick. I wasn’t sure if was wanting to have feelings for him or if I already did. My emotions were all over the place but my goal was to suck the soul out of him. I could taste his precum and could tell by his breathing that he was close to climaxing. He grabbed me and pulled me up. He kissed me deep and then the truck stop. We were at the hotel.

He began zipping his pants. And stared at me. I didn’t know what to say.

“So is this where we say goodbye until we meet again?”, he asked. I looked out the window and noticed a reception of some sort ending. I was disappointed. I really wanted to invite him up to my room but knew we wouldn’t make it past the crowd without people noticing him.

“I suppose.”, I said with a crack in my voice.

“I will come to you or I will bring you to me. This isn’t over. I like you Jade. I want more of you.”, he said before kissing me again. I really wanted to excuse the driver and ride his dick into the morning light but I knew that was impossible.

“I can live with that. I can’t wait to see you again.”, I said opening the door and walking into the hotel without looking back. A part of me wanted to break down and cry. I had already imagined falling asleep in his arms. I was mostly horny and was not in the mood to pleasure myself. I reached my hall and to my surprise security was there. It was Ernest.

“Hey Ernest.”, I said. “Hi Ms. Jade.”, he said. “I’m here to relieve Paul. He informed me that you were headed back to the hotel. I’m sorry I didn’t meet you downstairs. If i’m not mistaken I think we were waiting on Mona to alert us of your arrival.” “Oh crap!”, I said remembering Mona telling me to text her when I arrived at the hotel. “I’m texting her now.”

I go into my room to wash my face, rinse my mouth out and pull my hair out of the bun. I tried to unzip my body suit but was unsuccessful. That’s when I had another idea. I was full of great ideas this night and I was determined to win.

Mona texted back: ‘Ok we’ll be back in 20 min’

That was enough time to do what I had planned just in case Mona wanted to stop by my room when she got back.

I peeped my head out of the door. “Ernest, could you help me with something?”, I asked.

He walked in and stared at me. “Can you unzip me?” I asked. That was the perfect hoe line from many movies I’ve watched. He unzipped me and stood there. I let my breast fall out of the body suit and I pulled the rest of the suit off revealing a thin thong. I knew my ass was looking right. I turned around and looked straight at his zipper. I could see the print in his pants. Just what I thought. I reached down and unzipped his pants. I then grabbed him by the neck pulling him into my breast. He knew just what to do. He began sucking them. I walked backwards until I was close enough to fall back onto the bed. He fell on top of me. I pulled my thong down. I unbuckled his pants and pulled out his dick. He started sucking on my neck and had both of my breasts in his hands. I took authority and put his dick inside of me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper as he began to plow me. I was horny and as far as I was concerned somebody owed me some sex tonight. Shit. I threw my legs over his shoulders and he went even harder. I almost couldn’t take it so I pushed him away. I flipped onto my stomach and then arched my back. He entered me from behind and began thrusting fast and then slow. That was driving me crazy. I could tell by his breathing that he was close so I had to make sure I finished. I pulled away again and motioned for him to lay on his back. He laid down and I climbed on top of him to ride him. I started to feel a little guilty because I badly wanted for this to be Q. So I decided to ride him backwards so I wouldn’t have to see his face. I had never done that before. I went up and down and he began moaning. I was screaming because I was almost there. Before I knew it he yelled “SHIT!” and I knew he was about to climax. I yelled “Don’t Cum!”. He listened. My superpower. I then felt myself explode and I let out a loud moan. He pushed me off and came on the the top of my bedspread. I almost laughed because I knew he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know whether he was allowed to cum on me or the bed. He chose the bed which was fine. I smiled and walked away towards the bathroom. Once at the bathroom door I said, without looking at him, “Thanks for your help.” I then went inside to take a shower.

I felt so powerful. Whew. Sex is definitely a stress reliever. I don’t know why some girls are scared to talk about it or why their is so much sex shaming in society. Hoeing is life. I felt so much better and ready for bed. I still was thinking about Q but I was sure I’d hear from him soon. After my shower I went and got in the bed. I looked at my phone before turning off the light. I had a message from Q.

The text read: “I can’t stop thinking about you. Next time you’re getting dick.”

Little did he know. I already did. Ow.

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yoongisbbydoll · 8 years ago

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diaphanous, (m.)

⇢ pairing ─ min yoongi, reader

⇢ genre ─ mafia

⇢ length ─ 677 words

⇢ warnings ─ cock piercings, blowjobs

⇢ synopsis ─ Yoongi has missed you more than anything. Staying away for a long time it too much on him, but he knows it is much harder on you. Therefore, whenever he can, he brings home presents you could never have imagined.

There’s a longing in every fiber of your being. Tugging on your heart strings, twisting the ends of your hair, sparking the tips of your fingers. Your ears hope for that soft click of the door, waiting for his arrive.

When it comes, his presence is overwhelming in your small confine. It’s been months, only contact through the internet. His face had become a faded image behind your eyes. You keep your breaths even as footsteps approach you, curled up between lonely sheets. He sighs, setting down his bag on the floor. The bed slips and he turns you over.

Light filtering through the window, you admire his hair as it falls slightly over his eyes. “Dark,” you comment, “A good change.”

“I was sick of gray.” His leg slips between yours, knee sliding against your panties. “I have a present for you.”

Yoongi slides off the bed, quirky smile on his lips. He sits down in his favorite chair across the room and you crawl across the floor towards him, swaying your hips. You lean your cheek on the inside of his thigh, thick jean material scratching your skin. You let out a soft mewl as he tucks a finger under your chin and slips his thumb in your mouth.

You twirl your tongue around it, wide eyed as he stares you down. His eyes gleam, quickly glancing towards the button of his jeans. You run your hands up his thighs, suckling his thumb as you quickly free him of his jeans and boxers in one swift movement.

A shiny piece stares back at you. “Touch it,” he says, slicking his lips as you reach out.

Just under the head of his cock is a piercing, two metal bulbs popping from the skin. Your finger skims it, Yoongi leans back in anticipation. From the piercing, you run your thumb over head of his cock and he shivers, bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

With Yoongi’s eyes glued shut, you lean forward, wrapping your lips around him. Your tongue grazes the cool metal as you bop your head around his aching cock. His hands wrap around your hair, pressing you further down. Your throat longs for release, sore after months of neglect. You let out a heavy sigh when Yoongi throws you off.

Precum drips down the side of his cock as he grips it tightly in his hands. You lean close, lips parted patiently. Yoongi smiles deceitfully, tapping his cock along your cheek. The sticky precum lingers on your cheek and as he disgraces your face, slapping his hard on against you.

You barely notice Yoongi staring at you until his voice reaches you. “Ride me.”

With simple demand, you slip off your panties, straddling his waist. When you position him before you, the cool metal of his piercing slips between your folds and you jolt at the sensation. Yoongi grips your hips, bringing you down on him harshly. He gives you a moment, tears welling in your eyes. He wipes them away, using the back of his hand to wipe away his mess on your face.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispers, nipping at your jawline.

You whimper as he rocks inside of you, you can feel every part of him inside of you. You’re so tight around him that you can feel his cock twitching and the cock ring inside of you. You rest your forearms on his shoulders, his coming to loop around your waist as he tucks his face into your chest.

Hips rocking against each other, he finishes inside of you with a string of curse words and a euphoric sigh. You coax him of everything he has and he picks ou up, resting you on the bed.

Your eyes meet as he gets down on his knees, our legs hooked over the side of mattress. He slips under your—his—shirt, tongue leaving a wet trail down your stomach.

You can see his dark hair through the thin material of the shirt and you smile, lifting your hips, welcoming him home.

note : inspired by this request. i had written this and the previous scenario in hopes to bring back my inspiration, therefore they are short and sweet and nothing more. (i also would like to thank every single follower and reader, at this point i had hit 600 and it meant and still means so much to me that so many enjoy my work. i can still remember getting under 5 notes and having only my friends following me, so thank you, from the bottom of my heart).

Thank you for reading! Find more from me, July, here.

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survivormarmoreal · 6 years ago

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Episode #14: "i literally hate attention (i say as i broke out into song unprompted)” - Bryce

I can't believe that I am here. I made it to the Final 4. It is very crazy. I thought that I was toast in the Final 6. So to be here now is very exciting and shocking. The final 3 is going to depend on who wins immunity. I am really hoping that I could win this immunity to secure my spot in the final 3. If not then I hope that Matt doesn't win it. He needs to be an option just in case. I'm very nervous. I just finished my rites of passage. and its crazy that its almost final tribal.

so im getting 4th. FJKASDHFKJh this comp is so hard and like im literally not gonna be able to do endurance so i need to do well on the other stuff but i just dont see that happening... like this puzzle first try was 70 minutes FJKASDHFKAJS. AND I KNOW COUNTING WILL MESS ME UP BC IM NERVOUS WRECK i didnt even mean to caps that but its tea. like flash game i think when i played this once before i wasnt bad but maybe i was who knows. im so emo like no one is talking to me anymore FKJASHDFKJ like i guess bc its just 1 vote left they dont wanna pretend they wont cut me FJAKSDFH like my game not even that good im gonna get dragged by sharky/nathan/keaton/nicole/ everyone but brian... maybe even brian who knows NNNN. my nnn. is so iconic.. maynor who?. idk like ok so if i win immunity (which i wont) idek what to do like i feel like voting matt is the best option maybe. bc i WONT be voting maynor bc i love him (not that i dont love anna and matt) but i just feel like we've had the best relationship of the f4 and im confident that the jury will like my game more than his (maybe they wont tho... i say confident but i mean 2% (not skim) sure they will) but ok so annabelle prob is hated by jury at least from brian and maybe even sharky? but like she didnt play bad she literally made most iconic move at f6 and i respect that but idk if jurors do like ppl keep saying shes a goat so maybe she has no chance. and then theres matt where like ppl cant be mad he voted them when everyone and their mom in this game has voted him ASDKJFHASDKJ. like so hes prob liked by jury but i just dont know if hes done anything to deserve to win. he found 2 idols successfully played 1 but that was more on anna/nicks weird sense of leaking when it didnt really benefit them. but like ok he was least threatening member of trio who got to the end so underdog edit is there even tho he literally wasnt underdog tbh u know who was an underdog... ME. i had NO ONE but nathan for a lil.. then dennis... then he got ROBBED. so then i had brian... but he got ROBBED. and now i have maynor like ive literally flipped and flopped to better my game and idk like i am physically able to meaningfully say ive done anything good ever in life or orgs but like i didnt do too bad i think! KJFAHSDKJF... idk maybe im getting 0 votes 3rd place no matter what and if thats the case im still so happy bc ive had a lot of fun in this game and met some true friends (and keaton) but like im getting 4th anyway so doesnt matter! ugh that sounds like a final goodbye confession but i know me and im gonna confess like 10 more times before this round is over so if i do get 4th/3rd just know that this was my true end...

So like.... I do not think i'm winning immunity. like at all. which makes me pretty nervous ngl. I really want to be there at the finale cause i think I have a good shot. If Bryce loses, i'm fairly sure i'm good to get to FTC but otherwise im scared. Making FTC would be really good for me cause I think i can out argue Maynor and Annabelle fairly well, but otherwise with bryce there idk. So like, BRYCE CAN'T WIN IMMUNITY. Also this FIC is disgusting like no thanks. I've already fucked up the 2 live ones so uh ya am annoyed :(. woo final juror here i come!

Bryce won immunity. Im glad. I wouldnt want to be in the position to vote Bryce. I had to abstained from the counting part cuz it triggered my anxiety. I tried tho but i couldnt. This vote is going to be said. Matt is going to go 4th. And i feel really bad. We got to know each other more during every tribal. This really sucks. I just dont want to give him false hope where there isnt any. Im going to help tomorrow.

I am so getting final juror. fuck. i knew it would happen if bryce won immunity and it fucking is. I am so sad about this. I have worked so hard all game to get here and its just being tossed away like that. I am SO sad. I have fucked up my sleep schedule for this game and now its getting me final juror. ugh. i just wanted to get to the end and like argue my case. but now? not happening :( i hate this

I WON I REALLY WON IMMUNITY ASKDJFHASKDJF I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA LOSE WHEN I GOT 12 POSTS ASJFKHKASJFDHASDKJF THATS SO NNNNN IM SO HAPPY BUT SO SAD BC NOW I TRIED TO TELL MATT IM VOTING HIM BC I WANT TO BE HONEST BUT HE SAYS HES TALKING TO A BRICK WALL LIKE???? SORRY FOR NOT WANTING TO GIVE U FALSE HOPE AJDSFHDKAJ its honestly so rude like ive been in that position before so i know what its like when ur pleading ur case and the person doesnt seem to care and im NOT doing that. but obvioulsy i didnt just make up a plan on what to do at f4 so obviously i have thoughts and plans and im not just gonna switch it up bc u plea to me now. idk KJASHDFKJ also im so scared im gonna lose now NNN hes saying anna played so well and tbh she kind of did maybe i lose no matter what...

So like i am leaving but its ok! why? cause i will preserve my legacy by dropping a whole ass fajita recipe here so that I can feel like i have made an IMPACT on the season. Even though like im still sad its me, im going out with a bang baby! I don't use this recipe personally ( I am a broke student) but its v.good!

Ingredients: 2 large chicken breasts, finely sliced 1 red onion, finely sliced (ready to make you cry) 1 red pepper, sliced 1 red chilli, finely sliced (optional) For the marinade 1 heaped tbsp smoked paprika 1 tbsp ground coriander pinch of ground cumin 2 medium garlic cloves, crushed 4 tbsp olive oil 1 lime juiced 4-5 drops Tabasco

Method: Heat oven to 200C/180C fan/gas 6 and wrap 6 medium tortillas in foil.

Mix 1 heaped tbsp smoked paprika, 1 tbsp ground coriander, a pinch of ground cumin, 2 crushed garlic cloves, 4 tbsp olive oil, the juice of 1 lime and 4-5 drops Tabasco together in a bowl with a big pinch each of salt and pepper.

Stir 2 finely sliced chicken breasts, 1 finely sliced red onion, 1 sliced red pepper and 1 finely sliced red chilli, if using, into the marinade. 

Heat a griddle pan until smoking hot and add the chicken and marinade to the pan.

Keep everything moving over a high heat for about 5 mins using tongs until you get a nice charred effect. If your griddle pan is small you may need to do this in two batches.

To check the chicken is cooked, find the thickest part and tear in half – if any part is still raw cook until done.

Put the tortillas in the oven to heat up and serve with the cooked chicken, a bag of mixed salad and one 230g tub of fresh salsa.

hope the random person reading this uses it otherwise gj future me reading this you've officially gone insane! yeet ig?

This is going to be a sad day. I really like Matt and dont want to vote him out but its the best option from the people available. It really sucks. I feel his pain and ahh.

I’m literally going to cry. I want to help Matt. I wish we could all be final 3 but we can’t. I’m dying emotionally. Final 4 always has so much pressure cuz theres only 4 people left. I hope Matt doesn’t hate me. I hope he understands thisnis a game move because he techinically was the underdog in the beginning then was on top then back to underdog. I just hope he doesnt take it personal that I don’t think tie-ing it for him would be good for my game.

OMG IDK WHATS GONNA HAPPEN MATT GO HOME PLS BUT I FEEL LIKE ANNA IS VOTING MAYNOR IM GONNA BE SO SAD AHHHH DJSKFHSDKJF

Matt is voted out 3-1. He becomes the final juror.

ok so i had the worst day of my life today and didnt plan my speech at all so thats where im at NNN time to fake smile and hope the jurors like my ad libbed speech ASFKUHDFKJ ftc starts in 4 minutes.

well.. that was interesting adsjflhasdkfj. Like i always have 0 confidence in myself so i think im gonna lose and i really do respect the game that anna and maynor played. im just sad that i dont think i articulated myself well bc like im so bad with words anajsfhakj and ppl were saying conflicting things and its just not in me to like chime in with my pov to possible sway it in my favor bc i literally hate attention (i say as i broke out into song unprompted) but yaaa like i truly think that maybe i kind of did play super well and deserve to win but either way ill be happy bc i made *some* genuine friendships and also like had so much fun voting ppl out KFADHSKJASHK. i wish i like wrote what all my confessionals were so i could reference sth i said on day 1 but it was prob like i hate my tribe they ignore me so maybe ill just say that again FKJADSHFKJ. we love coming full circle... im so hungry i didnt eat so i will now stop typing to get dinner maybe i will write another confessional. omg wait gotta have some line thats iconic in case theres an episode title... think... love talking to myself FAKSDHFKj im so funny when i was like "i realized hey i respond to myself ill take me to the end" its such a mood KFJASDHFKJ ok but hm... ok. maybe im a snake who doesnt actually care about people and use them to my advantage to get my way but at least im not jayden. OMG jk thats so mean even tho he deserves it ALSO i was gonna like comment on keaton being like "saying the n word doesnt make u racist" but then he was kind of nice to me so i didnt.. love being as fake woke as me... not being confrontational to get a jury vote... so gross NNNN wooh idk how to end this but watch waves music video normani literally snapped so hard is being as slept on as me. omg wait... maybe im a pillow bc i sure am being slept on. iconic line.... i love the hosts so much ignore literally every cringe thing i wrote in this confessional pls FKJADSHKFJ

IM VERY DRUNK AND I DNT KNOW IF I HAD TO. BUT EITHER BRYCE OR ANNA WILL WIN CUZ IM A MES AND DONT DESERVE TO CUZ THEY WERE BOTH AMAZING FOR LETTING ME GET TO FTC. I WANNA THANK ANNA THE HOST FOR BEING AMAZING AND GREAT. I LIKED THE ALICE THEM CUZ HEART CUZ ICANT EMOHJI, ,LOVED THIS SEASON AND UR ALL AMAZING HOSTS.

Im happy I made it to the final 3. And even though FTC was bad; I enjoyed it. I know I’m probably getting 3rd which is fine. I have so much respect to Annabelle and Bryce and everyone in the jury. I’m more excited to be able to talk to all of them again. Let’s see who is our winner will it be Bryce or Annabelle!? The hosts you guys were amazing and i had a great time this season. Im glad Jones pushed and convinced me to apply. Thank you for giving me a spot in this season. And Jones you da best. 💖💛💙

confession time. everytime i write one of these i put the day as who are u and my name as what day is it.. my mind always having to go change it. but um didnt think i would be writing another one of these FJKSADF but i have no self control and winner reveal is in 4 and a half hours and im literally sick FAKJDSk i feel so anxious and nervous like even if i lose im gonna be happy but i just really want to win also im still trying to process ppl not liking me or my gameplay and saying i played with their emotions FJKASDHFJ i had a blast. anyways this is the anthem of the day apparently https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhzN7SfnNeY

WHATS GOING ON?? IM TIRED IS WHATS GOING ON IM SO ANXIOUS! im sooo anxious i want to win. pls...

Bryce wins Celestial Marmoreal in a 4-3-0 vote!

#episode #allmadhere

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