#i should have brought my laptop into the bathroom and followed the tutorial i did last time they ended up so good

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

trimmed my bangs and fucked them up real good but what we are NOT gonna do is call them terf bangs shut your hell. i'm in my bettie page era i fucking GUESS !!!

[shortsunshineposts]

Sitting on thier Lap

Jin

You sat in an armchair in the living room of the dorm. Across from you was Jin who held a guitar in his hands. He was a very talented player already but he was trying to learn a few new chord progressions and a new song that was in a difficult key. “How did it sound?” He asked a little hesitant. You got up and walked over to him giving him a kiss on his cheek you at on the arm of his chair. “You sounded great hun. Better than I ever could.” “You’ve never tried.” He smiled up at you. “Come here.” He pulled you into his lap and positioned the instrument on top of your lap. “Oh Jinnie I don’t know about this, we both know I have no rhythm.” You protested. “Trust me, you’ll do fine.” He took your left hand and positioned it on the strings of the fretboard. He then took each finger and placed them on a string. “Okay now press down on the strings.” You did as you were instructed. He then took your right and gently slid your thumb across the strings on the body of the guitar, a not too terrible sound followed. “Congrats babe you just played a G chord.” He kissed your cheek and continued to show you various chords and patterns, he even taught you how to play twinkle twinkle little star. You felt very proud of yourself by the end. “Look at me, I’m an expert.” You claimed. Jin laughed, “My beautiful musician.”

Jimin

Jimin was sat on the end of his bed controller in hand focused on the tv in front of him. You were laying down on your stomach next to him hands propping up your head. You were trying to follow the video game he was playing it looked hard to you but surprisingly Jimin looked like he was doing well. “I don’t get it.” You said with a frustrated look. “What do you mean babe?” He asked. “How do you keep winning?” You pouted. “Do you want to play with me?” He got up and handed you a controller. You sat up and he pulled you into his lap. “Okay so tutorial time.” He showed you how all the buttons worked through his controller. “Think you got it?” He looked at you with a smile. “Maybe?” You were hesitant but ready to kick his butt. You lost the first few rounds but you were getting better. You began using the correct buttons instead of mashing them. “Uh oh looks like someone’s in trouble of losing.” You said as you smirked. You were so close to beating him. “And there it is!” You danced around on his lap and he laughed. “See? It’s not that hard.” You giggled, “looks like someone deserves a victory kiss.” Jimin chuckled and laughed. He leaned forward placing a kiss on your lips. You smiled you loved moments like this with Jimin. You kissed him again and leaned your head against his. He looked up into your eyes. “So best two out of three?” He asked. “You’re on.”

Hoseok

Neither of you liked scary movies, but Jungkook was in charge of movie night and of course he picked something from the horror/suspense category. Hobi had invited you over to join the boys that night. You and him had become close the past few weeks. You liked him a lot you hoped he felt the same. You all settled in the living room in front of the TV the movie queued up on the screen. You took a seat next to Hobi at the end of the couch. There was more than max capacity so you were pretty squished. You were practically almost on top of each other. This made you blush as Hobi’s arm casually rested on top of yours and you were forced to lean into him due to lack of space. He looked over at you and smiled “Don’t worry Y/N, it won’t be too bad.” It was that bad. Some of the boys were fine. Yoongi and Jungkook were unbothered and actually really into the movie. Namjoon appeared unbothered, but you could tell by his eyes he was a little spooked. Jimin was currently hiding behind Namjoon’s back, every so often peeking over his hyung’s shoulder and instantly regretting it everytime. And Taehyung had said he was going to the bathroom about a half hour ago and had yet to make any sort of return. Meanwhile Hoseok was trying to keep his composure for your sake. You’re earlier nervous state had been replaced with fear as jump scares kept appearing on screen. One particularly scary one had your knees up to your chest and your arms tightly gripping Hobi’s next to you. Hobi began to wriggle his arm free and you were about to protest until he put his arm around your back and pulled you into his lap. You blushed furiously and you could tell he was too. You caught a glimpse of Jimin smiling fondly at you two from his spot behind Namjoon on the other end of the couch. His arms squeezed you tight and you spent the rest of the movie switching between hiding your face in his chest and watching the movie through your fingers that almost covered your eyes.

Taehyung

You and Tae sat on his bed enjoying the morning together. His arms were curled around you and he was rambling on about some new track they were supposed to record later that day.You were listening head rested on his shoulder. You were gently playing with his long locks. All the sudden you heard a small little bark coming from below you. “Sounds like somebody’s missing out on attention.” he rolled over and reached down into the small pen next to his bed. In his hands he held Yeontan his sweet little dog that you adored. Tannie began to crawl around on the bed until he settled on your stomach and laid down. “He always picks you over me” Tae laughed and kissed your temple. You giggled “Don’t worry I’ll always pick you.” You shuffled around carefully as not to disturb the small dog and positioned yourself so that you were sitting between Taes legs your back resting against his chest. Tae chuckled and reached around holding you in place and gently pet Yeontan who looked very content in his spot. He kissed your shoulder, “I guess I’m not going anywhere for awhile.” He said looking down at Tannie who was already asleep and you, already drifting in and out of consciousness. He smiled to himself happy to have his two favorite beings with him that morning.

Namjoon

It was cold and rainy and both of you needed a break from working. You were currently resting on your couch both dressed in matching Koya pajamas. You had baked a fresh batch of cookies and had managed to tire each other out from an intense flour fight. While the kitchen was still a mess you decided your time was better spent here. There was a movie playing quietly in the background. Your head was resting on Joon’s lap. One of his hands was making soft runs through your hair while the other was held in your hands. You were currently playing with his fingers. “Why are you so fascinated with my fingers today baby girl?” he said smiling down at you. You smiled, “I like appreciating every little bit of you, you’re perfect Joonie. From your fingers right down to your toes.” He blushed and smiled at the compliment. His dimples making an appearance. You giggled and reached up and poked his dimpled cheek. He just laughed and leaned down to kiss you. He changed positions so that you were laying on top of him. You quietly watched the movie enjoying each other’s presences. You soon drifted off to sleep as his hand was rubbing up and down your back. When he thought you were fully asleep he began returning the compliment whispering to you all the things he loved about you. You weren't fully asleep yet, but you soon were lulled by Joon’s quiet voice.

Jungkook

Jungkook sat at his computer editing what seemed to you to be the longest video ever. You sat on his bed a little bored waiting for him to be done so you could go out. While being an army you were very excited to see what he was going to create, but you felt conflicted because you had been looking forward to this date for almost a week now. It was supposed to be your first official date. You had hung out a few times before as more than friends, but today was going to be your first real date night. You stood up walking over to him. Throwing your arms around his neck you leaned in behind him and rested your chin on the back of the chair. “Kookie?” He looked up at you. “Yes babe?” You blushed at the nickname. “I don’t want to interrupt but it’s getting late. We really should get going soon.” “Okay, but first come here and take a look at this.” He brought you around and pulled you into his lap. Your cheeks began to turn pink. He gently placed his headphones on your ears and pressed play. You began watching a compilations of the boys last foreign trip. “This is amazing.” You said, his editing skills always impressed you. You noticed Jungkook start to run his fingers up and down your sides. Though the intention was sweet you started to giggle as you took off the headphones. “What?” He said smirking. “You know what.” You lightly glared at him. He smiled wide and continued running his fingers up and down your sides. You tried to hold it in but you couldn’t help but laugh as he tickled you. He soon had you in a giggling mess. He laughed too and pulled you into his chest. “So? Shall we go now?” You playfully hit his chest laughing, excited for the rest of the night.

Yoongi

Yoongi quietly worked at his studio desk while you sat on the black leather couch behind him, You had decided to stop by BigHit even though you knew he would have to work. You sat upside down with your legs leaning on the back of the couch while your head dangled off the front. You stared up at your boyfriend admiring him while he worked carefully on some tracks. He looked up and saw your reflection in his laptop screen. He laughed, his eyes crinkled and his gums showed. He shook his head as he turned around. “Yes yoongs?” You asked grinning at him. He raised an eyebrow at you clearly amused by your antics. “And what might you be doing?” “I have to admire you from all angles of course.” You said giggling. “Well, why don’t you come admire me from over here, I miss you.” He motioned for you to come sit with him on his desk chair. You positioned yourself on his lap, your arms hung around his neck and one his wrapped around you for support. You leaned your head up against his chest. “Hi.” He said quietly. “Hi”. you closed your eyes and took in the moment. The smell of his cologne, the softness of his sweater, you listened to the soft click of his mouse and the rhythm the keyboard. You eventually drifted off to sleep in yoongi’s arms, He looked down at you while he worked and smiled softly, gently running fingers through your hair.

[married-world-blog]

Patience

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I came back from school early today. My last lecture ended at 11H00 so I drove straight home. I wasted a good two hours on YouTube and Instagram. Then I got dinner started so that I could dedicate the late afternoon and evening studying and doing tutorials and assignments. While I cook, I watch Isibaya on catch up. It reminds me of home in a weird way. I miss the simple life. Even this marriage thing with Nathi would be a lot easier if we were back home.

There is this love journey series that the girls in my lecture were going on about today. I guess, I can catch an episode or two while I wait for dinner to cook to a completion. These stories are very sweet and sincere. And it really is beautiful what Mpoomy and Brenden Ledwaba are doing. When love has worked out for the better for you, it is beautiful to share with the world that love is not lost at all. Those of you who still have the chance and the choice should definitely fight for love: it is the closest thing we all have to magic… and it is the one thing that the whole world has in common.

My pots are done.

I have a 30 minute session in my gym and then take a shower. I walk out of the bathroom naked, unaware that Nathi is back home. But what is he doing in my room. I scream when I see him see me naked. He leaves the room immediately. I am so uncomfortable. I do not even know if I will be able to ever look at him again. I get dressed and decide to let him dish for himself and dine alone. I pull out a laptop and spread all my exam pads and textbooks across the bed. I start working.

***knock on the door***

It is him. I know it is him. He is the only one that I live with in this house anyway. He opens the door without me even saying come in. He stands at the door.

“I am sorry about…” he cannot finish his sentence.

“It is okay. We can forget it ever happened”, I say.

“For what it’s worth, you have a beautiful temple”, he says. I shall not dignify that with an answer.

“I thought I would go and pour you some petrol… fill up your tank perhaps”, he says. Yes, he does do nice things like that for me. He understands that I don’t work. I have zero funds next to my name.

“Thanks. The key is in the TV room”, I say.

“I was hoping that maybe we could drive there together”, he says.

“I am working Nathi, maybe next time”, I tell him. He nods his head and closes the door, leaving me in my room.

I push my work as much and as far as possible. I did not even hear him come back.

…

I am woken up by the smell of pancakes. I wake up, cover myself in a robe, and follow the smell of pancakes to my kitchen. Nathi is making us breakfast. Lovely. I smile.

“You have a beautiful smile, you know that?” he tells me.

“Ngiyabonga”, I reply.

“Sawubona Mageba”, he greets me.

“Sawubona. Ukahle?” Me.

“Yebo. What’s your day looking like today? I know you don’t have class on Tuesdays”, he says.

“I was just planning on studying really, nothing special.” My response.

“Can I take you out?” He asks. I look at him.

“Do you have a crush on me husband?” I coy around with him. He laughs.

“We are going out as friends. We are friends right wifey?” He reaffirms my position in his life. I smile and nod.

…

I am done bathing. This is my first time going anywhere nice with my husband so I dress up. I wear blue jeans (safest bet when you don’t know where you are going), a black simple Cotton On t-shirt, and black block heels. I tie up my thin twist braids into a high ponytail. I do my make-up; simple but elegant and slightly playful. I have played around with the natural look and a hint of pink, and added red Revlon gloss as opposed to lipstick. I don’t have a wedding ring neither does he have a wedding band so my hands are accessorised by a dress ring and a wrist watch. I finish off my look with Truworths diamante studs.

I walk out of the bedroom and find him downing whiskey. He stares at me. I knew I would have this effect on him. He looks handsome too. Nkosinathi is a fine breed of Pallance Dladla and Siyabonga Twala: very handsome, very stern, not approachable, and very Zulu. He is always dressed in Nike tracksuits. But today, he is wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans, with trainers. I think he is far more rural than I am.

He hugs me for the first time – EVER! It feels nice.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“A friend and colleague of mine in Sunninghill is hosting a few of us. I thought I’d bring my wife for a change”, he says.

“Thank you. That is very thoughtful of you”, I tell him.

We use his black E-Class Mercedes Benz.

…

His friends are typical Joburg people: loud and inappropriate. They call it being chilled, I call it not knowing your place. I have been called “Sweetheart” by at least three men that I do not know. And two men called me “Babe” in front of Nkosinathi. He did not seem to have an issue with that. I wonder if he calls other people’s wives ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’. I make my way to the kitchen where I find five women sitting together. I am the only one wearing heels.

“Wine?” One woman offers me while the rest stare at me like I am some alien carrying a disease from space. I have never really had alcohol before. I am not sure if this is a good place for it to be my first time.

“Just water, please”, I respond with a smile on my face. She turns around and pulls out a bottle of still water from her fridge. She walks up to me and hands me the bottle.

“You must be Thandeka, Nkosinathi’s wife”, she says. I smile.

“I am Khosi, Tshepo’s wife”, she introduces herself. Tshepo is one of the men who called me Sweetheart.

“Lovely meeting you Khosi”, I say.

“Please, join us”, Khosi says.

I follow her to the kitchen where everyone else is sitting. Khosi introduces me to the other four women: Naomi, Mpho, Lungi, and Khensani. Khensani is the most cold towards me. She excuses herself from the room and heads in a direction neither the men nor us are sitting. I decide to follow her. She does not see me follow her. I told the other women that I am headed to the toilet.

I stand at the door of the room she is in. My intention was to ask her if we have perhaps met before for her to not like me already. It is a bit rude and arrogant to just not like someone after meeting them only once. Or is this the rural girl in me brewing unnecessarily.

“Pay-Pay, she is so beautiful friend”, Khensani says.

“Friend, is she prettier than me?” Pay-Pay responds. She is on speaker.

“Chomi, nkari keEva Longoria motho ole. She has the most beautiful skin I have ever seen. Nkari uhlapa ka lebisi. She almost looks coloured my friend. Her body… yho yho yho… ke lepakistan chomi yaka… fit I tell you and curved in all the right places. Friend, she is beautiful. Nathi has a gorgeous wife. He is not leaving Miss Exotic and Gorgeous for your basic ass. She may be a plaas jappie, but she looks nothing like one”, Khensani says. I don’t know what she was saying half of the time, but I heard her say that I am beautiful.

“Friend, I am on my way”, Pay-Pay says. This must be Patience. I recognise the voice. “Come get your man girl. Extra measures must be taken with this one”, Khensani encourages her. I walk back to the kitchen. Nathi and Tshepo walk in. Khensani walks in too.

“I thought I’d come and check if you are treating my beautiful wife okay”, Nathi says. He doesn’t touch me or anything, just nice words as per usual.

“She is very quiet. But I hope she is enjoying our company”, Khosi says.

“I am just feeling a bit tired. I was thinking maybe I should uber home and not spoil the party”, I say.

No one trained me for this part of my marriage where I will be confronted by Pay-Pay because of my husband.

“Did we do something to offend you?” Naomi asks.

“No not at all. I am just not up to this vibe”, I say. Everyone looks at me as if I have offended them. I really just want to sprint out of here before she who is on her way gets here. “T, what’s going on?” Nathi, equally confused.

“We will talk later when you get home okay? Just enjoy the party for now.” I say. As I walk out, a woman walks in looking like a prostitute. She has red hair, is darker than dark, and is wearing a black short and tight dress with hooker heels.

“Dumelang ba le lapa”, she yells. Everyone looks at me. It is now connecting in their heads why I have been in such a rush to leave. I feel so embarrassed and at the same time, so cornered.

“Nisaleni kahle. It was lovely meeting you all”, I say.

I attempt to walk out and Pay-Pay stops me. “Dumela Mrs Buthelezi”, she says to me. I feel so small. I look at Nathi. He is upset. He walks towards us and holds my lower back, leading me outside.

“Nkosinathi, you going to act like you don’t know who I am now?” Pay-Pay challenges Nathi. I cannot believe Nkosinathi ejaculates on that thing every day.

“Patience, you are drunk, go home”, Nathi says.

“But Nathi you are my home. Thandeka is an arrangement – you said so yourself. I am the one that you love”, she says.

As true as that is, it still hurts to hear… especially from Patience.

“It’s okay, you can stay. Be with her and make sure she gets home safely. I will be okay”, I tell Nathi. “I am going home with you”, he says.

“Nathi, this woman is in your life. And now you are forcing her into mine and I would rather not have her in my life. I enjoy my peace. If you no longer want her in your life, then end things with her. But don’t treat her this way in a room full of people when you are the one who brought her into everyone’s lives. Deal with the mess that you have created”, I say.

With this, I walk out and not look back at all.