#jada-hates-shoes

[leilanihours]

🗝️, prompt 5 + kate martin

# JACKET 'ROUND MY SHOULDERS IS YOURS

pairing: kate martin x teammate!reader

word count: 710

warnings: one suggestive comment

prompt: "here, take my jacket"

⭑ from lani: lyric from cornelia street and theyre in new york...but not cornelia street...who wrote ts fr 🙄

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YOU SHIVER WALKING through the cold yet vibrant streets of times square, skin covered in goosebumps as you brave the unfamiliar weather.

"y/n, please, it is not that cold," gabbie laughs, observing your shaking figure.

"i know," you shrug, "i'm actually hot."

"girl, you don't have to lie, it's okay," jada adds, "you just have to remember to bring your jacket next time."

"i swear i hate you guys," you say, shaking your head as you continue to subtly rub your arms in an attempt to warm up your body.

the night progresses, and you are just getting colder and colder. as a girl from the west coast, you were definitely not used to this type of cold. and even worse, you hated being an inconvenience, which is why you kept denying your friends' offers to give you their jackets.

you also hated being wrong. you wouldn't even buy a jacket for yourself when you would stroll through shops - you were stubborn if anything.

the one person who persisted despite your dismissive behavior was kate. your best friend and also the girl you were in love with.

you'd slowly started to fall for the girl throughout your years at iowa. to you, she was your other half on and off the court. but you had no idea if she felt the same way.

"y/n, please for the love of god take my jacket. you look like a penguin the way you're wobbling from the cold," she says, her blue eyes pleading for you to accept her offer.

you turn to her, seeing that she's already stripped out of her thick letterman jacket and is now walking beside you in a simple nike hoodie.

"kate, i swear i'm fine, please put your jacket back on, you're gonna get sick."

"you're crazy if you think i'm gonna let you walk around new york city in nothing but jeans and a long sleeve."

"i actually have socks and shoes on too so i'm good, i promise," you joke, trying to distract her from the matter at hand.

"y/n," she deadpans, clearly not giving up. at this point she had stopped the two of you from walking as she stood before you, her hands on either side of your shoulders.

she looked down at you with a certain look in her eyes, one that only happened to shine through when she talked to you.

the rest of your group had walked ahead, not noticing your stoppage, "kate, we're gonna lose them, let's go."

"y/n, i will tie you down if that's what it takes for you to put this on," she states with a serious face.

"kinky," you smirk playfully, trying to change the topic once again.

"y/n i swear-"

"okay fine!" you sigh, "i'll put it on."

"finally," she breathes out, "thank you."

she helps you slip into the large jacket, the sleeves a little too long for your arms considering the extra height kate has over you.

"why are you thanking me? i should be thanking you," you laugh.

"because," the blonde starts as you resume your path behind the rest of the girls, "i hated seeing you uncomfortable. plus i get to see you in my clothes," she mumbles the last part, but it doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"well, aren't you just the sweetest?" you smile, only half joking. kate was quite literally the definition of a sweetheart.

you often make the joke that if you were to look up the word "sweet" in the dictionary, it would just say "kate martin" plain and simple.

you jog ahead to walk with hannah and gabbie, leaving the blonde to watch you longingly.

"only for you, y/n, only for you," she sighs before catching up to the group.

little did either of you know that your fellow teammate, kylie, had been vlogging the past few minutes and had managed to catch your interaction with kate in the background.

it was nothing but a meaningless background detail until fans noticed the exchange and it became the highlight of the video in its entirety.

but, hey, at least they were able to notice the way you two looked at each other - something either of you couldn't even comprehend.

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[strniohoeee]

Cutting Dead

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader, cute imagine could be suggestive at parts😚

Synopsis: Y/N was getting ready for a date when some unexpected things decided to happen👤

Warnings⚠️: None really if I’m being honest, could be suggestive at parts, but nothing crazy☺️

Song for the imagine: Heartbreaker- Justin Bieber

I had stood over the triplets house last night because I had been asked out on a date by a guy I really liked. I haven’t been in the dating scene for the last year because I was constantly being disappointed by every single guy. But when I put myself out there again I ran into Chance. He was so sweet and funny and not a creep, Nick saw how head over heels I was for this guy, and wanted me to spend the night so I could get ready, and express my excitement with him.

“Y/N I’m so fucking happy for you! You deserve a good guy” Nick said jumping on the bed next to me

“Nick I’m so fucking happy like hes so nice to me, and he was the one who asked me on the date, and planned it all” I said smiling and blushing like a schoolgirl

“A guy who actually took initiative?? This we love!! Oh my god we have to make you look even more hot than you do tomorrow”Nick said clapping his hands together

“I brought so many outfit options! Like this guy is really making me think about my appearance” I told Nick

“Finally! You were starting to give Adam Sandler core I was getting scared” He said laughing at me

“Oh you fucking dick! Shut up” I said throwing my pillow at him

That night we stood up pretty late just laughing and talking about how excited I was. We went to bed at 3am, and we woke up at 9 because my date was at 12, and Chance was coming to pick me up.

I decided to start getting ready at 10, I showered and washed my hair. After stepping out I did my skincare, put lotion on, and put pajamas on so I could do my hair.

I decided on a blowout, and once that was done I started my makeup. I loved a full beat of makeup. It made me feel even more powerful with my thick lashes, and my brown lip liner.

As I was doing my makeup and hair Nick was chatting with me asking me all types of questions

“Do you think he’s a catfish?” He asked laughing

“Nick we’ve FaceTimed before…OBVIOUSLY NOT” I told him laughing

“Mmm true! Do you think he’s actually 6 foot” he also asked

“Uhhh…I actually never gave that a thought” I said as I applied my blush and highlighter

“Ouuu are you gonna kiss him” he asked wiggling his brows

“Weirdo….maybe if the vibes right” I said as I set my makeup with some spray

“Omgggg yall gonna fuck on the first date?” He asked me, and both Chris and Matt had walked into the room the same time as he was asking this question

“Who we fuckin” Matt said laughing as he went to sit on Nicks bed

“Nobody. And no Nick I’m def not fucking on a first date” I said as i was putting glue on my lashes

“Why not? It’s fun” Nick said as he pushed Chris out the way of laying in his spot

“Ummm because I’m looking for someone who doesn’t just want to fuck. I want real love” I told him as I started to stick my lashes on

“That Jada and Will love” Chris said laughing

“Given the fact that they hate each other I’m not too sure, but uhh something along those lines” I said laughing

“Ouuu that Morticia and Gomez love” Matt said nodding his head

“Oh yes!” I said looking at him through the mirror

I had finished applying my lip liner and gloss, and was ready to put on my outfit

“Okay guys I need opinions on the outfit let me go change” I said as i ran into nicks bathroom and put my outfit on

I was wearing medium/dark wash mid rise jeans that were flared at the bottom, and hugged me in all the right places. Actually hugged me a little too tight as I gained some weight and now they were extra tight on my ass and thighs. Then I put on my fitted hot pink shirt that said I Love Men, but the N was scratched out so basically I love me. And then for shoes I decided on these cute felt hot pink wedge sandals. The whole vibes was giving Bratz doll, and to top it off I put clear Y2K glasses on my head. I felt hot and powerful.

I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Sooo what do we think” I said as I gave them a spin

“You look sooo hot” Nick said snapping his fingers

“You look great” Matt said giving me a thumbs up

“Spin one more time” Chris said rubbing his chin like he was wondering

So I did another spin for them

“Your ass looks fat asf, he’ll def be drooling” Chris said nonchalantly

“Chris don’t be weird” Matt said smacking his younger brother

“I appreciate it…even though that is weird. I’ll take it” I said giving him a weird stare

“WHAT I’m stating the obvious” Chris said putting his hand up in defense

“Okay even though Chris is a creep your ass is fat” Nick said

“Okay enough about my ass” I said laughing and going to grab my phone. The time read 11:58am

“Omggg guys it’s almost timeeee” I said in a sing song way

“Has he texted you?” Nick asked

“Mm not since 11:30” I said grabbing my purse and putting my lipliner and lipgloss in it

“I figured he’s driving” I said as I sprayed myself with perfume, and getting ready to walk down to the living room to wait for Chance

We had all gone downstairs, and Chris decided to go shower while Matt and Nick sat on the couch with me as we chatted. I hadn’t realized how long we were chatting for until I looked down at my phone, and saw the time said 12:15pm…..hm weird

I decided to shoot Chance a text

-heyyy! Hope traffic isn’t too bad. What’s your ETA?☺️

5 minutes had gone by with no response

“Did he answer?” Matt asked

“No, but he was working the 5AM shift, and sometimes they don’t get off till 12:30-1, so maybe he’ll text me” I told them, and to this they nodded their head

By now it was 12:55pm and I still haven't gotten a response. I was slightly worried that he was standing me up, or he might’ve gotten into an accident, so I decided to call him. No answer

“I’m not sure why he isn’t picking up. At 11:30 he literally said he couldn’t wait to see me soon” I told Nick and Matt

“Call him again” Nick said

So I called two more times, and no response. In fact , it went straight to voicemail. I was really starting to think he stood me up, when all of a sudden my phone pinged with a text message

Chance🦕

I’m sorry, but I can’t do this any more. I didn’t mean to lead you on. You’re a cool girl, and I really like you, but I was really hoping our relationship was just friends with benefits. I’m not looking to commit to anyone right now :)

My jaw fucking dropped, and at this point Chris came into the living room

“What’s going on?” He asked as he sat down on the couch

“Uhhh he stood me up” I said still blinking down at my phone in utter shock

“He did what?” Nick asked

“Yeah… he said I’m sorry, but I can’t do this any more. I didn’t mean to lead you on. You’re a cool girl, and I really like you, but I was really hoping our relationship was just friends with benefits. I’m not looking to commit to anyone right now” I told them as I was reading the message out loud

“Are you joking right now” Nick said grabbing my phone to read the message himself

“After a year of not seeing anyone. I finally find a guy who I thought was so sweet and kind, and it turns out he’s just like the rest” I said taking a deep breath and rolling my eyes

“Oh what a fucking dick” Nick said handing my phone back to me, and I grabbed it closing out the message. Not even bothering to respond to him

“I got all dolled up for a fucking loser” I said taking my shoes off

“Hey! You don’t need him. There’s plenty of other guys out there who would kill to be with you” Matt said, giving me a reassuring smile.

“Yeah I know, but I was really starting to like the kid” I said rolling my eyes

“Y/N fuck himmm you’re so hot! You could literally have anyone you want. Literally go out right now, and watch all the guys drop to their knees begging for you” Nick said, and I smiled at this

“Ehh it’s fine I’m going to wash my face and change my clothes. So I can eat my feelings and bask in my self pity” I said standing up

“No. Let me take you out” Chris said as he stood up

“Take me out?” I said looking at him as I put my shoes back down

“Yeah, let's go out on the town, maybe the mall, and whatnot. You look too nice not to go out come on” he said grabbing the keys

“Oh okay” I said as I put my shoes back on and grabbed my purse

“Have funnnnn” Nick said as he gave a small smirk to Matt

I had driven us to the mall to go walk around and shop. As we were walking around I was getting nothing but stares from every guy I passed.

“See! Too pretty to not go out. Every guy is staring at you” Chris said as we walked into another store

“Thanks Chris. You’re making me feel better about getting stood up” I said laughing a little bit

“Ehh fuck that loser we can have more fun together” he said giving my arm a nudge

After we left the mall, we decided on grabbing some dinner, and then he took me to the pier to walk the boardwalk and look at the night sky and the waves crashing on the shore.

While on the boardwalk Chris and I stopped for ice cream, and decided to sit down to eat them

“I really appreciate you doing this for me. I haven’t thought of chance since we left the house” I said looking over at him

“I’m glad. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to put a smile on your face” he said looking up at me

I just smiled, and he turned to continue eating his ice cream. I was looking at him in admiration. And only then did it hit me that I might’ve liked Chris. I mean he was always there for me, my biggest hype man, and we were inseparable when we were together. I was so scared of coming to realization with this, because I felt that he wouldn’t like me, and I struggled with rejection. So I pushed all those feelings to the back of my mind, but they never truly went away. Every guy I ever spoke and went on dates with had all reminded me of Chris, but they weren’t him. I either broke things off with them, or they ghosted me, and I was hurt, but I think I was more hurt at the fact I couldn’t come to terms with my adoration for Chris. It hurt that every guy I dated just wasn’t him.

I broke away from staring at him, and began to speak

“We should take some photos” I said, and as he was finishing his ice cream he agreed

Chris was my biggest hype man. Every photo he took always came with a comment “oh yes!” “Oh my god you ass looks so good like that, hold it!” “Eating these bitches uppp” he said and that made me laugh, as I laughed he snapped another photo.

“Ew Chris I hate my smile, why would you take that” I said walking over to him to look at the photo

“No Y/N, you look beautiful just standing there laughing, and in raw emotions. This is my favorite photo of you” he said as he looked at the photo with a smile on his face

“Whatever you say” I said blushing and trying to not sound excited

“Okay your turn” I said to him as I grabbed my phone from him and pushed him away

Chris was posing like a model. “Okayyyy fucking it up” I said as I took more photos. “It’s giving bad bitchhh” I said and he gave me the middle finger the same time I snapped the photo

“Oh Chris this might be the hottest photo of you” I told him as I showed him

“Ouuu you think I’m hot?” He said smirking at me

“Yeah…who doesn’t” I said rolling my eyes

He just stared at me and laughed. After a few more photos we decided to head back to the car, and chat some more.

“You know something” Chris said looking at me, and I looked back giving him a puzzled face

“I really fucking like you” he said looking into my eyes. This made me really nervous, and I just looked down and started to blush

“I have liked you for so long, and the fact that I didn’t come clean sooner is killing me” he said

“Chris…I like you too, and I’m upset I didn’t come to you sooner either. I looked for you in every guy I dated, and it hurt that they just weren’t you” I told him

“Nobodies like me” he said looking down at my lips

“Yeah I’ve realized that now” I said laughing a little bit

“Kiss me” he said, licking his lip, and so I did. I leaned in and smashed our lips together. We had a small makeout session before we both pulled away

“Omg Chris I got lipgloss all over you” I said laughing and covering my mouth

“That’s hot” he said looking into the mirror

I just smacked his chest and blushed

“How about we take a picture for that loser and send it to him” Chris said smirking at me, and to this I agreed

He took my phone and leaned into me as I leaned into him for yet another kiss, and he snapped the photo.

“Oh he’s gonna be maddd” Chris said laughing

I leaned over to see what he was doing, and he snaked his hand around me grabbing my ass and giving it a firm grab

“I meant it when I said your ass is so fat in these” he said biting his lip

“Chrissss stop” I said whining

“Keep wearing jeans like this, and I swear I’ll cum in my pants” he said licking his lips, and I looked at him before giving him another kiss and moving down to his neck

He moaned lightly, and then stopped me

“We have plenty of time for that, but for now let’s send these pics to him” He said giving me a quick peck on the lips

Chris opened up the message app and clicked on Chance name before sending him the photo

-fuck you :)

Chris typed, and then sent another photo. It was the photo of him with his middle finger up

“Omgg Chris he’s going to be sooo mad” I said laughing

“Yeah fuck him, but for now I get to kiss up on and love my beautiful girl” he said as he kissed me once more

After that we drove back to the house, and as we were walking into the house he kept grabbing and smacking my ass. Even as I walked up the stairs in front of him

“Chris stop” I said in a whisper as we both laughed

“I see you two had fun” Nick said as him and Matt were still on the couch

“Yeah we did” I said to them as I put my purse down and slipped my shoes off

“Oh Chris for sure had fun” Matt said laughing at him, and it was only then I realized my lip gloss and lip liner was still all over his face

“Fuck yeah I did, I was all up in there” he said

“CHRIS STOP IT” I said smacking him

“Don’t tell me…” Nick said with wide eyes

“No we didn’t fuck” I said laughing

“Omg okay I was going to say please don’t say anything I dont want to throw up” he responded

We all just laughed, and as I went to walk to the kitchen Chris smacked my ass again

“CHRIS PLEASE” I said as I turned around blushing

“Yall please don’t be gettin it on infront of us” Nick said covering his eyes

“Never” Chris said as he grabbed a handful of my ass, and started to lead me down to his room

“We’ll see yall tomorrow” Chris said as we walked downstairs

“PLEASE NO FUCKING” Nick and Matt yelled in disgust

“SHUT UPP” we both yelled back and laughed

Chris and I spent the rest of the night laughing and watching videos together. Occasionally making out, but other than that we called it a night at 11, and fell asleep snuggled into one another.

Tehee hope you guys liked this one😚😚

-J💅🏽

[mssjada]

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@jada-hates-shoes is me

[contentment-of-cats]

Women being female in public and their autobiographies

Jada Pinkett-Smith. Not someone I am normally interested in other than her autobiography popping up on my reading recommendations. It's the kicked-hornet-nest buzz of rage that accompanies being female in public surrounding her autobiography - unread as it's not my cuppa. I can't speak to being black and female in public, so I will stay in my female lane here.

People hate women being women in public unless it is for consumption. Ms. Pinkett-Smith did not spill the tea. Or at least she did not spill the right type or quantity desired about her marriage and the insides thereof.

Not just men, but women will rip other women to shreds over something as trivial as shoes. Women are patriarchy's most effective enforcers, after all. It doesn't matter who the woman is, if she doesn't stay not in her lane, but in the box that people want her in, then there's going to be trouble. Perhaps this is especially true for famous women - not just celebrities famous for being famous - where they are also expected to serve the tea. People want gossip, revelations from private lives, they want it wet and juicy, titillating and salacious. A woman has to justify her presence in public by serving up her most private self in order to justify her presence at all.

It's no different for women who are not celebrities. Take as an example Susan Gubar, author and distinguished Professor Emerita of English and Women's Studies at Indiana University. I am currently reading her 'Memoir of a Debulked Woman' - about her 15-year journey with ovarian cancer and her remission. She has been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize for Nonfiction, and has been awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship for Humanities. Susan Gubar is extensively published, and her work 'The Madwoman in the Attic' is one of the (I hate to say it) seminal works of feminist literary study.

One of the dominant criticisms I hear of her autobiographical works concerning her experience with cancer is that she is 'intellectualizing' her experience, as if a woman's experience with one of the most horrifying, terrifying, traumatizing diagnoses and treatment processes needs to be emotionally bled all over the page. As if sharing her experience in a way that is comfortable, relatable to herself and her life experience is Wrong. Doesn't it relate to the female experience that has Kardashianized women's lives, even the smallest actions, for public consumption?

The definition, according to Merriam Webster

Intellectualizing what is happening to me is one of the only ways I have stayed passably sane, but as women are supposed to be in touch with their emotions, supposed to be emotional creatures, intellectualizing our situations is a coping strategy barred to us. It's affiliated with dissociation, a removal of one's psyche from a given situation - and considering cancer, that situation is pretty fucking horrifying. Facing death, we are expected to be brave and noble, emotional, floundering until taken by the hand and led through reason as a child through a museum. There are plenty of times during treatment and post-surgery that I was at the breaking point, but those are my private moments, in my nest of blankets and holding my cats.

When did intellectualization become a bad thing? Isn't it a good thing to approach a possible life-ending event with all the pragmatic and intellectual capability at one's disposal? Isn't it a good thing to adapt and make Terror into Tuesday? Yes, I have CPTSD - medically related, diagnosed and on my medical record along with my previous depression and anxiety. Am I going to write about it?

Of course. This journal is my sloppy autobiography, my being female in public, a stream of consciousness with fandoming and cat pics. I am not the academic powerhouse of Professor Gubar, nor the celebrity as Ms. Pinkett-Smith, but I am a women with a brain.

Intellectualize on, my sisters.

[jvngkook97]

Make It Right

pairing; idol!kim taehyung x idol!reader

genre; angst, fluff, smut

rating; 18+

warnings; cursing, implied smut(nothing explicit), stress that comes with fame (or what I would imagine can be stressful cause I’m not famous so idk), jealousy due to the obliviousness that men have with girls(sometimes), reader is insecure and wants reassurance, taehyung just wants his baby happy but doesn’t know what to do

w/c; 3,574

a/n; it’s tae’s turn for some love, let me know who you want to read about next pls and ty <3

Being an idol is hard. Being a female idol can be even harder. You feel as if your looks and actions are more scrutinized than your boyfriend’s atleast. The very same boyfriend is currently on stage with his members, the sole reason your band even has a sold out show, considering you haven’t been in the game for too long. Your group having already started the show, being the opening act. The hour you guys were onstage going by in a blur of loud music, bright lights, difficult choreography, specific poses, all while trying not to forget one lyric of your songs. Otherwise being publicly shamed for the innocent mishap.

Kuties consisted of four members, including you.

Jada was the spunky one, the life of the party, the one who wanted to be everyone’s friend, can be very blunt, in the nicest way possible. Lisa was the fashionista of the group who always stayed up to date on the latest trends for herself and the band. Always came off intimidating when you first meet her, but always has your best interest at heart. She was who you were closest to in the group. And then there was Kora, with a K. Since she legally changed her name to be so. Claiming to be the leader of the group, even going so far as saying that she is the sole reason for your group name starting with a K instead of a C. To put it bluntly, she’s the bitch of the group, the attention seeker, the one who will do anything for clout to stay on top and relevant in social media, the boyfriend stealer.

Ever since the tour started she’s had one goal in mind. To land herself a kpop idol boyfriend that can further her success. I doubt she cared if she ended up being a trophy girlfriend. She was that desperate. What you didn’t understand is why she had your boyfriend in her line of sight, when there were plenty others out there who were single. You swear she only did it to spite you. Knowing fully well that is quite possibly your number one fear, being with a popular idol such as Taehyung.

The sad part is, you wouldn’t blame him if he did choose to go that path. Not that you really think he ever would, so you hoped. As much of a bitch as she was, she was gorgeous, and she used it to her advantage to get what she wanted. She had it all. The long, luscious hair. The slender, equally as long legs. Perfect body proportions that had her wearing a size 00 outfit. A glistening, pearly white smile. She was even able to pull off the different colored eye contacts, flawlessly. She was beauty, she was grace, she was everything you weren’t.

And then there was Kim Taehyung. One of seven of the popular Kpop boy band, BTS. A global phenomenon. Both wanted and envied by many. How you managed to catch his eye, you would never know. Compared to your other group members, you were plain Jane. You were short, had more curves than most female idols, hated wearing eye contacts, wore the bare minimum in make up. If it wasn’t for Lisa, you wouldn’t even have good fashion sense. More than likely just opting for a semi fancy shirt, and jeans, with heels. You always had to wear platform shoes or heels, to make up for the height difference between you and the other members. You hated it. But you loved your job. Beauty is pain, after all.

But despite all that, Taehyung swears up and down that he is utterly in love with you. He loves everything about you that you hate, and never fails to remind you on a daily basis, knowing you are your own worst critic. And not once has he given you any reason to ever distrust him. Until now.

The concert was over, both groups deciding to head out to a locally well known club as a chance to bond and get to know one another better. At first, you were all about the idea. Because yes, you may have been dating Taehyung for a little over a year now, but you weren’t as close to the other members as you would’ve liked. So you thought this would be the perfect opportunity, especially since you’ll have a couple drinks in you and will be able to open up more to everyone, usually being the one who is closed off and reserved.

But now? You wished you never stepped foot in this club. Wanting to somehow turn back time and take the out that Taehyung originally offered you before agreeing to come to the club with you. It was you who begged him to come out and help you become more social. Him reluctantly agreeing in the end, knowing how important it was to you to get to know the boys more, his family more. That fact alone making his heart swell with joy. How could he say no?

Lisa gave you a side eye glance, worry plastered on her normally nonchalant face. Jada, meaning well, you’re sure, sat on the other side of Lisa in the booth you were currently sitting in and stated the obvious elephant in the room.

“Uh, y/n? Why is your boyfriend kissing the evil witch? She knows you two are together, right?” She asked with mild curiosity. Leaning across the table in front of Lisa, squinting her eyes in the dim lights to verify that yep, that was Kim Taehyung and Kora with their lips locked next to the bar. Your nails dug into your thighs covered by your baby blue two piece set made by Louis Vuitton, courtesy of Lisa's closet. Your eyes not leaving the pair in question for even a second. You wish you had an answer.

Kim Taehyung went to the bar with one purpose. To get you your favorite mixed cocktail drink, and his beer. While waiting, he leaned against the bar counter sideways with his forearm resting on top, fingers drumming to the beat of the song that was playing, the other hand finding place in his slacks pocket. Ironically, the song was one he was very familiar with. It was ‘Waste It On Me ft. BTS’, one of their collaborated songs. He started humming to the lyrics, looking over at you with your friends, smiling to himself at how lucky he was to have you. He watched you throw your head back with laughter, and licked his lips, wishing he could kiss the exposed neck and–

A perfectly manicured hand is what broke him out of his lewd thoughts of you, having curled itself around Taehyung’s arm in a sensual way, which made his brows furrow in confusion. Cause he was still looking at you and you were definitely no where near him. So who was grabbing his arm in such an intimate way?

Following the hand to a face, he locked eyes with Cora, or, he thought mockingly, Kora with a K. He snickered inwardly, hearing your voice in his head. Which made him subconsciously smile outwardly still looking at Kora. You never failed to have that effect on him. Unbeknownst to him, Kora took his loving smile as a gesture towards her and her actions, giving the poor girl sense of hope in her icebox heart. A sickeningly sweet smile was now plastered on the girl’s face, before attempting to project a persona of seduction with her whole body, leaning towards the oblivious victim of hers wantonly, pushing her barely covered boobs against his chest.

It wasn’t until he felt the digging of Kora’s manicured nails in his arm, that she was still holding onto for some reason, and feel the added weight of her chest pressed awkwardly up against his, did he snap out of his own daydream of you. Looking at her with a now clear head, smile wiped off his face that was replaced by a grimace. He could smell the alcohol that emitted from her body in grotesque waves that made him want to gag, so he did. Not that she cared, in her drunken state.

What was taking that bartender so long to make two drinks? He thought bitterly, and unfairly, to be truthful. He knew the bartender had his hands full with the crowd alone that his group and yours brought. Having also gained the attention of those who always seemed to know where celebrities went in their downtime, which had the club packed within hours.

Taehyung really didn’t want to make a scene in public. Both for her sake, and his. He tried to shuffle back away from the clearly inebriated woman, causing her to fall forward into him as she lost what little footing she had in her drunken state. But even in her stupor, she still knew when to use something to her advantage. And this was one of those times, unfortunately for Taehyung. Who not even a moment later had Kora’s lips on his, and in his state of shock was even able to get her tongue to slither into his mouth.

Not even hesitating, he pushed the woman back off of him, not enough to make her fall. He’s not that kind of guy. But enough to finally gain enough distance between them that he can breathe some semi fresher air that didn’t consist of her alcoholic pores that radiated vodka to everyone within a 3ft radius.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a look of disgust on his face, he stated loud enough for her to hear his words clearly, cause he was never going to say them again.

“If you pull that kind of stunt again, I will sue you for sexual harassment. Do you understand?” He looked her dead in the eyes without emotion and waited for her to respond to him in anyway so he knew for a fact that she heard him loud and clear. Tears started to pool in the woman’s eyes as she nodded her head slightly, the situation only offering her the solace of sobering up a little bit.

The bartender finally set down Taehyung’s drinks that he’s been waiting for. Nodding at the bartender in thanks, he picked them up, one in each hand. Giving the woman one last glare, he turned his back on her and walked through the several crowds of people and back to the table he saw you at with your friends.

The only problem? By the time he arrived, you were no longer there next to said friends. And they didn’t offer him any explanation of where it was you wandered off too.

“You’re a complete asshole, you know that right?”

Jada bluntly stated with a slurp of her cocktail.

“Seriously, Taehyung, what exactly were you thinking locking lips with Kora?”

Lisa asked with disappointment in her voice.

“As cliché as this is going to sound, it’s the absolute truth. She kissed me. I didn’t kiss her. And I immediately pushed her off of me, which I’m guessing you all didn’t watch long enough to witness me do. But it’s true. I would never hurt y/n. I love her. Only her.” Taehyung desperately pleaded to the only two people in the world that could even remotely help him remedy the situation with you. He needed them to believe him, otherwise he would lose you forever. And he couldn’t handle that. It would break him.

Surprisingly, it was Jada that cracked first.

“Honestly? We all know that Kora would be desperate enough to try and break you two up. So we wouldn’t put it past her. But you better be ready to make it up to y/n cause whether it was your fault or hers, it still happened. And y/n saw it with her own eyes. And she doesn’t deserve that.”

Lisa clinked her glass with Jada’s, fully agreeing to everything she said.

“Yeah, you better get your ass in gear dude. She got an Uber and is on her way home. Go get your woman!” She declared with gusto, dramatically standing up within the booth and thrusting her pointer finger towards the exit of the club.

Despite the club setting, Taehyung made the time to respectfully bow to the two women, genuinely showing how grateful he was that they believed him and are offering him the chance to make things right.

"Wait! You'll need this to get in, but don't you dare lose it!" Jada dug into her clutch, bringing out their room key. She lobbed it at Taehyung, who caught it easily and smiled in thanks, saluting with two fingers against his forehead. Then he ran like he never has before towards the exit, already opening the Uber app and securing a car before walking through the threshold out into the crisp, cold winter air.

He will make things right.

It was an agonizing 15 minute ride to the hotel where you were staying at with your group. And another grueling 5 minutes that it took to ride the elevator up to your floor and stand in front of your hotel room door. His nerves started getting the best of him, hand hovering over the room key in his pocket. He knew he needed to fix things, and he wanted to, more than anything. But he was also cautious of what would be waiting for him behind the closed door. Would you throw the closest thing to you at his head in rage? He wouldn't blame you if you did. He deserved it, even if it wasn't his fault that you were mad at him.

Exhaling softly, he took the key out of his pocket, clutching it for dear life, and inserted it into the card reader, hearing the click within the door and the little light blink green, signaling it's now unlocked. Slowly, he pushed it open.

He didn't quite know exactly what he thought he would walk into, if he's being honest. But it was definitely not the sight in front of him right now. You were here, you were home. That much was evident, with all the lights being turned on. Walking further into the room, shutting the door softly behind him, he went towards the sound of the tv in the living room. One that sent shivers down his spine. Cautiously, he peeked around the corner.

You sat on the couch, now wearing your comfy, silk, cream colored, Versace night gown, Taehyung's favorite. Knees were pulled up onto the couch, sideways, you leaning against the arm of the couch on your right hand side, clutching a fluffy pillow that was courtesy of the hotel. A glass of red wine was set on the coffee table in front of you, half gone. You were just staring at the tv. Face emotionless. You didn't make any signs of seeing him, if you did notice him. The tv was set on the news. News that occurred within the club you were previously at. Fixated on a random club goers phone footage that caught the now scandalous act between him and your group member. He wanted to hurl, just like the kiss itself almost made him do. Damn, does news travel fast.

Instead, he sat on the love seat located off to the side of the couch you were on. His hands were folded in his lap, taking the position of a a school boy about to get scorned by his teacher. He felt like he was.

"Why?" your voice cut through the silence like a knife, cold as ice.

"Why what, y/n?" he asked cautiously.

"Don't play stupid, just tell me the truth. How long has it been going on for?" you further instigated, just wanting to stop beating around the bush.

Now, he was genuinely confused at your question. Did you seriously think he was having an affair with her, when he had you? He scoffed inwardly, chuckling at the preposterous notion. He would never. Not with anyone, and definitely not when you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. If the ring that's been sitting in his side table drawer in his room for months was any indication of the future he had planned for you two.

Your head whirled around to him upon hearing his chuckle. It made you physically ill. Was he actually laughing at you? What? Cause you were stupidly in love and oblivious to the reality you thought you knew? Tears appeared in the creases of your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. You would not be played the fool any longer.

"Get. Out." you tried saying with confidence, despite the now large lump in your throat, body slightly shaking from the sobs you were trying to withhold until he left. Only then would you break, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken up over him. You thought in disgust.

Your voice is what shook him out of his reverie. Never hearing you talk to him like that before. Whole body suddenly going numb as he looked at you in confusion. Then he realized his dire mistake. You thought he was laughing at you. Oh, shit. Did he just fuck things up?

He immediately stood up off the couch, hands coming up in defense, he took small steps towards your body that started to curl in on itself. He could see the tears in your eyes wanting to fall, and he hated himself for it. For being the one to cause you so much pain, pain he never thought he was capable of dealing. Lump forming in his own throat, he wore his heart on his sleeve in a desperate plea, hoping you would listen to his words, feel his words.

"I swear on everything, y/n. Even my own mother. That I did not intentionally kiss her. She kissed me–" your own scoff is what cut him off this time.

"Do you really expect me to believe that? I saw you." you let out a broken sob, still trying not to cry, but it was getting harder by the moment.

"Baby, please, just let me explain, okay? And if you want nothing to do with me after that, I'll respect your decision, as much as I really don't want to lose you."

You nodded, lips trembling. You just had to get through this, then you could start your healing process. This was just an unfortunate part in it.

"Kora," he spat with venom, "was the one that literally fell on me due to how inebriated she was. Literally, the entire time I had only you on my mind. Your voice was in my head making fun of her. Making me smile like I always do when I think of you, and she took it as a sign that I was into her. Fuck, I was even watching you with your friends until she came up and I saw you laughing with your head thrown back and wanted so desperately to just walk over to you and kiss your neck until–"

He stopped himself, visibly starting to get flustered upon thinking back on the lewd thoughts he had of you in the club. Now was not the time for that kind of talk.

You sniffled, tears drying up as he further went on to explain what really happened. And what parts you didn't see, having left earlier due to the pain of seeing him lock lips with someone else. Someone else that wasn't you. It made you jealous, it made you see green, it made you see red, it made you rage.

You shouldn't have jumped to any conclusions without properly communicating with Taehyung to begin with. Then this whole situation could've been avoided. This whole fight itself could've been avoided. You were ashamed to even think that your Taehyung was capable of such a vile act. You wanted, no, you needed, to make it up to him. Make things right. But right now, you just needed him.

Looking up at him with a now clear head, you saw the way that sweat subtly dripped down the sides of his face from how fast he tried getting to you, how his cheeks flushed, his pupils were even slightly dilated. Scanning down his body further, you noticed the visible tent in his pants that made you involuntarily lick your lips.

"Tae, please, I need you. I need you." you mewled softly, the tears coming back, out of nowhere. You just wanted to be seen, to be heard, to be loved, to be reassured.

"I got you, baby. I got you." He vowed in this life and the next. He always would. He grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, wanting your attention to be on him only. He kneeled next to your figure still laying on the couch and gently grabbed the pillow from you, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder. Loosening his tie, he shrugged his blazer off. Unbuttoning his cuffs, he pushed his sleeves up halfway. Ring clad fingers making you shiver as his hand landed on your thigh, slowly sliding his fingers close to where you needed him most.

He kissed you with a burning passion that would never fade.

Just like his love for you never would.

And you swear, you saw stars.

[missluckycharms]

What about nobody knows their secretly dating, but they’re always flirting. So one day all of their Friends are at a club and y/n gets on the dance floor and starts twerking and Harry comes up behind her and starts grinding and tapping her ass and all there friends are whistling.

This Little Secret Of Ours.

A/N: hiii! I made this into a best friends brother! Harry blurb and I also changed a few things. I hope you don’t mind! Enjoyyy !!

**I will be getting around to all your requests in the next few days, please be patient !! Thank you !! **

Warnings: suggestive content, mature language, alcohol consumption, Harry is a cheeky lil shit.

It started when Y/N was nineteen and Harry was turning twenty one. It was never meant to happen, but what could she do? She was attracted to him, and he was to her.

They have a connection that you cannot look past no matter how hard it would be for them to be together, they needed to make it work.

And they did, they’ve hid it from everyone for nearly two years now. No one even suspects the pair is together, they never leave anyone have any suspicion on if they might be together. They even go as far as having some little fake argument just to keep up the “we hate one another” image in front of all of their friends — Y/N’s best friend being in that friend group, Harry’s sister.

The only way that this works between the two, is because Harry has his own flat, he bought it recently and Y/N as basically moved in, she’s rarely at her shared flat with her other best friend — always saying she was visiting family for days at a time, but she was really hiding out in Harry’s small one bedroom studio apartment together, cuddled up under blankets away from the world.

Every Friday their friend group has a tradition: they all meet up at the local night club and catch up on their lives, talk about their week, have some drinks and just have fun. As they’re older, their lives are getting more hectic and they have less time together, so this little meet up each week gives them the chance to feel like teens again.

Today is like every other Friday, Y/N is in Harry’s getting ready, the pair fighting over the one bathroom, Harry running in ahead of her for a shower as she “takes too long” and she “has to shave her bits and bobs!” And it “takes for ages!” Y/N always fires back with her usual response: “you’ve long hair too! You don’t see me complaining when you take ten years to apply your hair masks and then give two washes of it all!”

That small argument happened nearly an hour ago, Harry laughed back and slammed the bathroom door in her face as she stands in only his bath robe, her towels in hand along with a new packet of razors she picked up on her way over here. She rolls her eyes and huffs turning around to head back into his bedroom.

“Might want to give it twenty minutes m’love, I used up all the hot water” Harry says calmly, walking out of the steamy bathroom in only a towel slung around his waist and another towel drying the ends of his long curls. Y/N looks up from her phone, her eyes narrow as they only have three hours to get to the club.

“This is why I go first!” She yells out, flopping down onto the bed in annoyance at her boyfriend who’s laughing while running some curl cream through his wet locks, his eyes focused on himself in the mirror.

“Gives you twenty minutes to have some Harry time!” He says wiping the residue of curl cream into his towel, his smile wide as she looks at him from where she’s laying on his bed, her lips in a pout and her brows furrowed in anger.

“I had plenty of Harry time this week, you were like a kid! Barely got any time to even pee!” She yells as Harry just laughs at her angry self, loving how cute she looks when her lips pout and her eyes roll with her pretty eyelashes framing them. He adores her, all of her.

The twenty minutes is spent by Y/N being tickled by Harry as she yelled and laughed loudly while he teased her for being ticklish, her body squirming on the bed as he hovered above her with his fingers tickling her ribcage causing her to loose control of her whole body and melt into a puddle of flailing limbs and loud screeches. Harry eventually let up his tickling, allowing Y/N to finally shower and start to get ready. He’s currently sat on his bed, ready to go in his black and white silk button up, black skinny jeans and some black leather boots. Y/N is currently curling her hair and applying some makeup as she stands in her outfit: a simple black silk dress with black heels.

“Look so beautiful m’heart, love the sparkly straps on your shoes” he points out when she’s finally ready, Harry sliding his phone into his back pocket to get a closer look at his girl, his hands snaked around her waist as he pulls back to rake his eyes up and down her body carefully, his lip between his teeth as he observes her.

“Thank you H, you don’t look too bad yourself. New shirt?” She asks reaching up and tugging on the collar a little, only three buttons done up on the whole shirt leaving his tattooed chest to show through with his many necklaces — what was more eye catching was how sheer the fabric was, allowing his butterfly and other tattoos to be visible when light is shined onto him.

“Bought it last week, more sheer than I thought but hey, who doesn’t want a front row seat to the nipple show? Huh?” He asks shaking his chest at Y/N, her eyes rolling as she slaps his chest playfully as he pulls her in for a kiss.

“Can’t kiss you until we’re back here, which won’t be for like, God knows how many hours” He mumbles against her lips as they kiss one another passionately and slowly, their hands roaming one another’s bodies as they take in every detail of each other.

“You always take me into the bathroom for a quick fuck or a make out session, don’t act like you don’t do that” she fires back with a tug to his bottom lip with her own teeth, a groans escaping his chest at her action, his hands squeezing her ass a little as he pulls her more into him.

“Keep talking like that and we aren’t going anywhere baby” he says lowly, his tongue licking over her bottom lip as she smiles against his lips, her hands roaming his chest, then his stomach and then down to his crotch, giving him a tight squeeze when she feels how hard he’s getting, Harry lets out an involuntary moan at the feeling, his hips pushing into her palm as she licks over his bottom lip slowly as she goes.

“Come on big boy, we have somewhere to be” she says pulling away, fixing her dress and wiping her lipgloss from Harry’s lips, her eyes looking at him innocently as if she didn’t just tease him and get him hard two seconds ago. He groans as she grabs her handbag, throwing a wink over her shoulder at him as she trots towards the front door of the apartment.

“You coming?”

“Unfortunately no” he says sighing, looking down at his erection in his tight skinny jeans, Y/N rolling her eyes at what he means.

“Harry, get out into the cab” she says tapping her foot against the floors, her phone buzzing with messages from the Uber driver that he’s outside and not waiting any longer than five minutes.

“Fine” he sighs, grabbing his house keys and sulking his way towards the cab, Y/N apologising for the delay and Harry just pouting like a toddler beside her as they head off to their night out with all their friends.

—

The night has gone smoothly, Harry and Y/N sitting at opposite ends of the table they’re all sharing in the booth, their eyes catching one another’s every few minutes but their slight eye fucking flies under the radar due to how dull it is in the club. Their friends are chatting, laughing and singing as they all sip their drinks and talk about nonsense, Y/N being dragged into conversation about how her job as a florist is going by her best friend Jada, while Harry is dragged into a conversation by their friend Chase about nonsense due to his drunken state — Chase loves to pre drink and now he’s drunk as fuck.

Harry is nodding and smiling along to Chase’s words, his fingers fiddling with his beer coaster in boredom, all he wants to do is have drunken chats with Y/N about nonsense like they usually do when they drink at Harry’s place, the pair having a bottle of wine each as they dish out random facts and stories from their childhoods and Harry’s one year long college experience — he dropped out because he couldn’t handle not being around Y/N, she was too far away from him and plus, his dorm mate was a nightmare.

He’s brought out of his small daydream of half listening to Chase while also mumbling along to the words of the song that’s blasting through the speakers in the packed nightclub, by his phone buzzing in his back pocket, he takes it out and keeps it under the table on his lap, looking down to see a notification from Y/N. He doesn’t look up as he opens it, his eyes widen at what the message says.

Y/N: mind if I shake my ass on the dance floor?

Harry: don’t you dare, your ass is mine and mine only. Don’t think about it baby love.

He looks up to see her looking at him, her lip between her teeth as she locks her phone, him mirroring their actions as they stop their small conversation. Her eyes are dark with lust, a tug pulling at the corners of her lips as she leans over to whisper into Jada’s ear. Harry watches her like a hawk, legs spread under the table, arms crossed over his chest and his head thrown back against the wall of the booth as he narrows his eyes at his girlfriend, her own challenging smile getting thrown back right at him.

Jada is the first to move, then Lola and then Y/N, leaving Harry at the other side being sandwiched between Chase and Niall, Niall is currently on the phone trying to speak to his landlord about a busted pipe in his house, but instead of going outside he insists to stay in here, he has a massive fear of missing out. That’s Niall for you. Harry watches Y/N like a hawk, his eyes never leaving her body as she holds onto both Jada and Lola’s hands, their smiles wide and they mouth along to the words of the song,

Her eyes are on him every now and then, her hips swaying as she dances with her friends, others around them dancing aswell as Harry doesn’t take his eyes off his girl on the floor, the lights flashing about and illuminating her every now and then as she moves to the beat of the song.

Harry’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets when he sees her bend over and begin to shake her hips, causing her ass to jiggle about as Lola and Jada spur her on, slapping her ass a little as she laughs loudly, looking over to Harry who’s now stalking his way to the dance floor, pushing past the crowd of people. Jada nearly slaps Harry when he picks Y/N up by her waist, flinging her over his shoulder as she laughs loudly, Harry shaking her head as barely anyone on the floor recognises what’s happening due to how dark it is, Jada and Lola following hot on Harry’s heels as he carries their best friend like a sack of potatoes back to the booth.

“What was that for?!” Jada yells slapping her brothers chest and bicep, her brows furrowed in anger as Harry now holds Y/N close to him his hands around her waist as they both look at Jada with small smiles.

“She was showing off what’s mine” Harry says with a smile, looking down at Y/N who scrunches up her nose with laughter, pecking his lips lightly as they both finally get to show love to another in public, in front of everyone.

“I knew it!” Niall yells nearly falling over the table, Chase whistling and clapping as he nearly passes out due to how much he’s moving right now.

“Only because I told you!” Lola fires at Niall who rolls his eyes looking at them all, Jada stood beside the pair not knowing what to say.

“We all had a feeling, we were just waiting for you both to say something; there’s only so many times we’ll believe your bra just some how ended up in Harry’s car” Jada says rolling her eyes with a smile, Y/N burying her face in Harrys chest in embarrassment over the story.

Jada hugs the two, immediately running up to order a round of shots in celebration of the new couple — well, not that new, but now they’re officially together in the eyes of everyone else. They couldn’t be happier and they couldn’t be more grateful that Jada didn’t lose her shit.

“Guess this little secret of ours is out, huh?” He whispers to her, her smile wide as she looks up at him with her arms slung around his neck holding him close.

“I guess so, boyfriend”

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Good For You

A/N: I was cleaning up my google docs and I found this little story I wrote before I even started posting. I thought I would post it, let me know if you want more. Thanks for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking! :) 

This takes place before the events of the show. 

Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character 

Warning: 18 + ONLY (Mentions of torture/whipping/blood, my OC is a stripper)

Chapter One 

The cold nipped gently at her ankles. The silk from her wrap draped gently over her shoulders, ruffled with the icy breeze as the twin suns began to lower in the distance. She had started to love the chill that came after a boiling hot day. She had spent the day in the market, gathering food she would need for the week. Sun-kissed berries and exotic vegetables that would make a fine feast when she returned from work. Her stomach grumbled just thinking of it. When she turned the corner, her destination came into view. 

The loud music pumping into her ears and the neon lettering lighting up the night sky from miles away. It is not the best place to find yourself when you're in hiding, but she didn't have much of a choice in her profession. The bouncer outside the door, a large burly gamorrean by the name of Junga; His large ivory tusks and pig snout began to sniff at her, and she recoiled inwardly. 

"Good evening Junga," she purred at the gamorrean. 

It was better to have friends than enemies. If any of them knew about her true identity, she would indeed be turned over in a second. The bouncer just snorted loudly at her; he wasn't really a creature of language, except to laugh and grunt at the other girls at the cantina. He stood aside at the door, and she sauntered past into the loud den. It couldn't even be considered a room, more like a hollowed-out cave, half underground and cool. They weren't scheduled to open for thirty more minutes, so she made her way to the dressing room. 

Her feet stuck slightly to the floor and made a slight clicking sound as she waved casually at the bartenders. In the dressing room sat two other women, a Terran like herself and a twi'lek. Both were stunning. The Terran Sazarah was blonde with long curls twirling down her back. Thin as a rail but with relatively large assets made her wonder if she had them surgically enhanced on another planet. The twi'lek Moka was a sapphire blue in color with a body sculpted from the goddess's tales from her home world. They both looked her up and down as she entered, and neither moved to greet her. She was used to this. It's hard to be friends with someone that you are in competition for credits with. 

"Oh no, I was hoping you would have gotten eaten today. Pity," Sazarah whispered loudly. 

Moka let out a high-pitched giggle, "Oh, Saza, you really are the worst." 

She ignored both of them as they began to laugh maniacally together. She took a seat at her mirror and looked at her reflection. Her dark brown hair curled gently as they sat on her shoulders; her body was shapely for an exotic dancer. She was not as thin as the others, but she was perfect for the assets she displayed. It was no wonder the others hated her so much. She made more credits in one night as they did in three days. Being the newest had its advantages. She leaned forward to begin putting on her makeup when her hand stilled. The bright green eyes staring back at her as she took in the scars on her face. The night flashing back in her mind like it only happened a moment before. 

**********

Crack 

The sound reverberated off the walls of the cell she was in. In the center, she kneeled down, hands on the floor. 

Crack 

The blood began to pool beneath her as her back split open repeatedly. 

Crack 

The whip slashed at her like a vicious viper on a mission to kill. Until the sound of it dropping from the wielder's grasp echoed throughout the small room. She didn't make a sound, didn't breathe as the footsteps grew louder and closer. A pair of shiny black shoes appeared down by her hands, and the wearer kneeled in front of her. 

Her head was ripped up sharply by the man. "Oh, Nina, why did you make me do this to you? Why did you try to leave me?" he whispers brokenly, "why don't you love me?!"

Her hand was caught between his two stronger ones as he dragged the knife across her right eye in an x pattern. Slashing through her skin as she screamed for help, she knew it would never come. He threw her forward, smacking her head like a rag doll on the cement floor. She whimpered and tried to hold in the tears because every teardrop burned her eye again and again. The man stepped closer to her again and knelt down. 

"If you ever try to leave me again, I will destroy this galaxy looking for you. And everyone in the universe will know you belong to me," his voice made her sick to her stomach. His footsteps retreating before the iron door slammed behind him. 

********

"Jada….Jada...Jada!!" a voice shouted behind her, slamming her out of her memories. 

"What?" she asked, confused, turning to see her floating toydarian employer looking pissed. It was hard to remember her name on this planet since it changed so often. 

"Whatarya doing, girl, get your face on, time to make us some money, yeah!" he shouts at her, flying towards the door. 

In a panic, Nina looked around the room, noticing the other two dancers already gone and the sounds of talking coming from the other room. She quickly finished getting ready, putting heavy makeup to conceal some of her scars. Her black sequins shimmered in the light, wrapping around the low-cut band around her waist. All her outfits had to be specially tailored since she couldn't show her back. There wasn't enough makeup in the world to hide those scars. 

When she pushed past the beads and into the room, everything shifted. Her body went into work mode, and the fake smile plastered itself onto her face. She made the rounds to all the usual customers, asking after them and making personal notes about them she had picked up from previous visits. When the lights flashed three times, she made her apologies and walked towards the stage. 

A small raised platform sat in the middle of the space, with a silver pole reaching high into the ceiling. She grasped the pole, her fingers finding a familiar path. The music slowed down, and she performed an act that was part seduction and part acrobatics. Her heart rate sped up as the music slowed to a close. The room exploded with cheers, credits flowed through the air. 

She came down from her high and began collecting credits from near her feet when the energy in the room shifted. Her breath was knocked out of her chest as her eyes slowly rose to the newest addition to the room, a Mandalorian. 

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[todorokiaimee]

Dopamine Chapter 2

Previous Chapter

The next evening, Jada walked down the bustling streets of the red light district, her large black duffle bag over her shoulder. She hummed along to the music pumping in her ears from her phone as she marked a few dance moves, earning a few looks from passersby. “The fuck are you looking at?”

When they quickly made their way past, she scoffed as she adjusted her black Tshirt dress before turning to walk around the corner. Soon she came to the back entrance of her work, nodding to the bouncer patrolling the door as she entered. 

Walking into the dressing room, she waved and said hello to the various girls inside until she laid her eyes on her best friend, Ito Sakura. She was a cute and petite woman with long soft pink hair and blue eyes. Sakura was the exact opposite of the kind of person Jada would seek out, but she was also the first person to befriend her when she had no one. 

“Thanks for covering for me last night, Sakura,” Jada said as she unpacked her bag. 

“No problem, girl. You deserved a night out.” The pink-haired woman smiled as she applied her makeup. “So how was it?”

The ravenette smiled to herself as she thought about the night she had spent with Top Pro Hero: Ground Zero. Dancing with him before he took her home. Spending the night with him underneath her as they both reached epic euphoria. “It was… fun.” I doubt she’d believe me anyway.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, girl.” She laughed, grabbing her friend’s shoulders, shaking them. “I need details!”

“Let’s just say I was able to blow off some steam,” Jada smirked coyly as she brushed her off. “You know I can’t talk about it at work anyway.” 

“Fineee…” Sakura pouted, returning back to her makeup routine. “I was just hoping to live vicariously through you. God knows I’m not going to meet anyone worth keeping here.” 

“Not true… We get a few high dollar clients.” 

“Like who?” The pink-haired woman questioned, looking pointedly at her friend.

“Mr. Sato blew 500,000 yen in one night.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that…. He’s kinda old though. What about Mr. Suzuki? He’s cute and drops mad dough.”

Jada scoffed, rolling her eyes as she changed into a pair of impossibly short shorts and a crop top, “Mr. Suzuki also has a problem with keeping his hands to himself.” 

“But if he makes you his Mrs. then you’ll be set for life.”

“And how many girls like us have ever married high dollar clients?” The ravenette asked, crossing her arms.

“Cardi B did it!”

“Cardi actually made her own money and then got her hubby. I’m pretty sure her net worth is much more than his.” Jada clicked her tongue as she buckled a pair of 7-inch platform heels to her feet. “God I hate these shoes. I feel like a fucking horse.”

“Yeah, but the clients can’t get enough of them. Did you know once in a private room, a client asked me to step on his junk with them? Not my thing but he tipped well so whatever.” Sakura hummed, tapping her chin before shouting, “Oh I know! Amber Rose!”

“Did she actually marry Kanye or did they just date?”

“I don’t know but she was with him long enough to tell the world that he likes a finger in the booty!” The pink-haired woman giggled as she held up her little finger.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, Baby!” The two friends laughed as they playfully shoved and nudged each other until a man popped his head into the dressing room. 

“Hey, Jada! You’re up in 5!” 

“Coming!” The dark-skinned beauty called as she put the finishing touches on her lipstick. As she made her way out the door the ladies in the dressing room all cheered her on, giving her playful smacks on the ass, but none were louder than her bubbly bestie.

“Pop that pussy, Mama!” Sakura cheered with a laugh. “Make that money!”

As Jada made her way onto the stage, she took a deep centering breath. She got into her opening pose in the dark as she heard the hoots and hollers from the audience surrounding the stage. 

“Alright, alright, alright!” The MC of the club said into the microphone. “As our next act gets settled in here’s another reminder that here at The Secret Garden there is no flash photography or flashing of any kind. That’s right, keep it in your pants fellas.” He chuckled as he looked over to Jada, her giving him a nod that she was ready to begin. “Without further ado please welcome back to the main stage… the exotic beauty…  with tits, ass, and legs for days…. Nubia!”

As the lights lifted, Kelis’ “Milkshake” began to bump through the club’s speakers, Jada starting her performance. She began to twerk before making her way to the single pole in the middle of the stage. Taking it in her grasp, she gave a few body rolls before launching herself around the pole, spinning with ease as she performed various tricks. The crowd cheered and threw their money onto the stage with each pole inversion, jump split, and discarded piece of clothing until her dance finally came to an end as he panted to catch her breath. (https://youtu.be/Eu8Tyr4B_EA)

After she quickly picked up her discarded clothes and tips and took them backstage, Jada made her way back onto the strip club floor. She walked around her in lingerie until a man called out to her, patting his knee. “Hey, Sweet Cheeks! Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

“You want a dance Mr.?” She smiled sweetly, walking over to him.

“I want much more than a dance but that’s a good start.”

Gross. “It’s 3,000 yen for a dance, 10,500 yen for the VIP lounge, and 27,000 yen for the Champagne Room. Plus tip.”

“Umm…” He chuckled nervously. “Just a dance out here is cool.”

Cheapskate. With a flip of her dark locs, she turned her back to him before lowering herself onto his lap. She rolled her hips against him to the pulsating music, taking her time. As she continued her ministrations the man grew more and more excited. This became even more apparent as she began to feel the hard tent forming in his pants. She sighed, trying her best to ignore it until the strange man began to grab and rub her thighs. “I know it’s very tempting but this is a no-touch club, Honey.”

“Sure, Sure.” He breathed, removing his hands.

The ravenette continued her dance, confident that he got the message. Turning around, she straddled his hips so that she was facing him, hoping that the eye contact would deter him. Unfortunately, his hands once again found his way to her skin, gripping her waist, his fingers playing with the clasp of her bra. “Hey.” She warned in a more stern voice. “Last warning.”

“Feisty! I like it.”

Jada clicked her tongue as she pried his hands off of her. The man smiled apologetically, but it didn't reach his eyes. After another deep breath, the dark-skinned beauty returned to her lap dance, rolling her hips against his lap while giving him a full view of her breasts.  

Growing impatient, the man once again laid his hands on Jada, this time harshly grabbing her ass with both hands, pushing her further into his erection, a sick smirk on his lips. “Come on, Baby you can give me more than that.” 

“I said hands off!” Jada yelled. Getting up from his lap, she drew her arm back to land a hard slap across his face, the sound of impact heard throughout the club.

“Ow!” He bellowed, jumping to his feet with his face in his hand. With his eyes filled with rage, he raised his hand as Jada instinctively flinched away, “Fuck you, Bitch!”

Jada closed her eyes, waiting for the blow that never came; instead, she heard a familiar calm deep voice that made her stomach churn just the same. 

“What seems to be the problem here?”

The ravenette opened her eyes to see the Club Owner and her boss, Yamaguchi Eizan standing by as well as a club bouncer, holding the handsy man in a chokehold. She clicked her tongue as she crossed her arms, addressing her boss. “He grabbed my ass after 2 warnings!”

“I see,” Yamaguchi hummed, his cool expression irking her further. “Tanaka, can you see this gentleman out? After he pays for his dance with a generous tip of course.” The bouncer nodded and he wrestled the man out, ignoring the client’s shouts of protest. Once they were out of earshot, Yamaguchi turned his attention back to Jada, a frown beginning to form on his lips. “Nubia, can you follow me please?”

Jada felt a pit form deep in her stomach as she followed the man into his office, instinctively covering her scantily clad body. The loud music was almost nonexistent as the door closed behind them. He sighed as he sat down behind his desk, tapping his fingers against the mahogany wood. 

He was a physically imposing man and classically beautiful. Perfectly coiffed black hair and dark brown eyes. He dressed in an expensive suit, expertly tailored. For all extensive purposes Yamaguchi Eizan was every woman’s wet dream. Jada knew better, of course. 

“What the fuck were you thinking, Jada?” He finally seethed. 

“What was I supposed to do?! He was groping me!”

“I can’t have you striking my clients.”

“So I’m just supposed to let them touch me?” She argued, only for Yamaguchi to rise from his seat, instantly shutting her up. 

“I don’t think you understand the ramifications of your actions,” He breathed as he made his way over the beauty, his frame towering over her.  “That gentleman is going to leave this club and tell his friends about his experience. He’s going to tell his friends about how a stripper slapped him for enjoying their dance. In return, his friends will not come here to relax and now that money will not be coming into the club. I don’t get paid, which means you don’t get paid. And...” He paused, taking a single loc of her hair between his thumb and forefinger, a soft smirk forming on his lips. “I know how tight money is for you these days. Keep in mind, my offer still stands to give you some relief.”

Jada fought the urge to look away, not wanting to wilt under his gaze. He was so close that she could smell the sandalwood of his aftershave, “I’m good. Thanks.”

“That’s right. You are good.” He said lowly, letting go of her hair as he stepped back, leaning against this desk. “You’ll do good to remember how good you have it here. I only ask that you dance for clients. If you were with someone else you wouldn’t be as lucky.” 

“Okay, I get it,” Jada whispered, still holding herself.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

The two were then interrupted by a knock on the office door. After an acknowledgment by Yamaguchi, the bouncer entered the room and handed him a large stack of cash. “Is this from the gentleman in question?” Yamaguchi asked. The bouncer just gave a nod and left the room without a word. 

Yamaguchi hummed as he licked his fingertips before counting out the money. “That’s 8,000 yen for me…” He paused placing the stack on his desk. “And 2,000 yen for you,” He smiled as he offered the money to Jada.

“2,000? What the hell?” She protested, unfolding her arms.

“For the future revenue you just cost me with your stunt. Or would you prefer I kept it all?” He looked at her pointedly.

“Okay…” She frowned, taking the cash as she turned to leave.

“Remember, Love,” He called out as she stepped out of the room, the pounding music almost drowning out his words.  “Things could be much worse.”

Jada sighed as she closed the door behind her, making her way back onto the club floor, “Some days I’m not so sure.”

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The next day, Ground Zero and Red Riot were out on their daily patrols, walking through the busy Tokyo streets. The red-haired hero smiled brightly as he waved to the citizens, Bakugou holding his usual scowl. Once he was confident no one was listening in, Kirishima nudged his friend, earning his attention, “You’re lucky Mina loves you since you ditched her on her birthday.” 

“She’ll forgive me.” The blonde shrugged.

“What happened anyway? I left you at the bar and then you were gone.”

Bakugou once again thought over the happenings of two nights before. How he had bedded a mysterious woman, which he thought they both enjoyed, only for her to leave his side without so much of a care. “Long story short, I met a woman and took her home.”

“Bakugou, you dog!” Kirishima laughed as he slapped his friend on the back. “Now it all makes sense.”

 “Yeah, sure whatever…” Bakugou grumbled before rubbing his neck nervously. “Hey… Has a girl ever bolted on you right after sex?”

The red-haired man quirked a brow, surprised by his question. “You let your love interests stay over now?”

“I don’t have any fucking love interests!” He barked before asking again. “Do they ever leave right after?”

“Right after?”

“Yeah.”

“Like right right after?”

“She literally came and went.”

“Like on her own? No coaxing?”

“She hopped off my dick and got dressed to leave.”

“Damn. I can’t say I have...” Kirishima sighed, scratching his chin. Looking over to his seemingly dejected friend, he gave him a nudge. “Look maybe she just had an early appointment in the morning or something? Girls have loads of random appointments!”

“Maybe…” The blonde breathed, avoiding eye-contact with his friend.

“Or you’re just bad in bed.”

“MAN FUCK YOU, SHITTY HAIR!”

Kirishima laughed as he dodged his friend’s explosions and hardened himself to take the hits that he couldn’t avoid. “I’m kidding! You know you do the exact same thing when you have one night stands at a girl’s place.” 

Do I? Bakugou paused for a moment before scoffing, “That’s different!”

Red Riot rolled his eyes as he brushed off the soot and ash from his skin. “You said she came right?” 

“Of course she did.” The blonde smirked proudly.

“More than once? You were, you know, generous? Foreplay and stuff?”

“Nah, believe me, she was fuckin ready to go.” Bakugou chuckled as he remembered her sprawled out on his bed with her fingers deep in her heat. 

“There’s your problem bro! The ladies are all about the foreplay! You can’t get lazy and skip it. Not manly.” His friend only grunted in response but Kirishima could see the wheels turning in Bakugou’s head. “Why are you so worried about it this time anyway? You’ve always preferred one night stands. “Love is a distraction” and all.”

“I don’t know... She’s just different.” The blonde hummed before quickly recovering “And I never said anything about love!”

“Did you guys exchange numbers? Do you think she enjoyed herself enough that she’d let you take her out on a proper date?”

“Kinda...”

“Did she give you her number or did she take yours?”

“She took mine.”

Kirishima hissed in pain while he shook his head in disappointment. 

“What?” Bakugou questioned.

“That’s not a good sign bro…” He sighed.  “Mina does that when she wants to let guys down easy. She takes their numbers and then never calls.”

Ground Zero blinked up at his friend as he took in the news before a blanket of rage started to overshadow his disappointment. “Man fuck that! She’ll call! No woman can resist me! I’m a fucking catch!”

“Whatever you say, man.” Red Riot breathed as he patted his friend’s shoulder.

“You wish you could have as many women as me!”

“Dude, I’m happily engaged!” Kirishima laughed. “One woman is all I need!”***

“Shut up, Shitty Hair!”

As the pair began to get into another squabbling match out on the street, a loud ringing came from the pants pocket of the blonde hero. 

“You gonna get that?” Kirishima laughed as he blocked another explosion.

With one last growl, Ground Zero dug into his pants pocket, taking out his phone and harshly answering the call, “What is it?!”

“Well hello to you too.”

The velvety smooth voice on the other line startled the hero as he cleared his throat, this time speaking much softer. “Who is this?”

“It’s Jada. Up for round two?”

NOTES: ***This is referring to my friend’s Black OC Marina. You can find her fic here.

Chapter 3 | Masterlist

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Hello, anon here with a abimel related topic! Interested on your take on how Abigael would react to meeting Mel's past partners. If you can I'm also interested on your takes about what they would think about Abigael herself, or Mel and Abigael being a thing (either a fling, or actually becoming a couple).

Hey, nonny!!! I’m so sorry this took me so damn long to get to. I’m just incredibly unmotivated. I haven’t opened my laptop in days, but I really wanted to get this done for you, so that’s why I’m sitting in the parking lot of a Dollar Tree sans bra and makeup in my XL Outer Banks hoodie with my phone out. Did you need all that context? No, but I’m notorious for oversharing.

In terms of Abigael meeting the exes in general, I think she’d be one of those “oh I hate it when the new partner and the old one don’t get along, let’s not go down that road, shall we?” people bc she thinks she’s above the messiness of that. She wouldn’t invite them to a party unprompted or anything like that, but I think Abigael would have that mentality of “y’all aren’t together anymore, you don’t want her, she doesn’t want you, we can coexist, also I’m dope as shit so of course I’m the one she’s with, you don’t go from LV to Coach.” It would have to be more of a Abby/Harry/Macy situation for her to do the same kind of snide comments and sexual remarks.

B u t at the same time, if the ex is Niko who’s a cop, I think she’d be mildly antagonistic, just not for the reason you’re thinking. Being a GOOD cop requires Niko to be a goody two shoes like the Charmed Ones, she’s out here trying to fight crime and solve it. It would be more about mocking Niko’s pursuit of justice that makes Abigael roll her eyes when she finds out Mel dated a detective. Also this is really dumb, but if Niko came back for season three, I could imagine Abigael calling her like constable to be annoying. I think if anything changed Abigael’s attitude towards Niko is if Niko still had feelings for Mel, and it would take everyone’s interference to keep Abigael from hexing her girlfriend’s ex. We’ve seen how she reacts when Harry leaves her dinner party to be with Macy and co.

JADA WOULD BE THE MOST CHAOTIC AND THE MOST ENTERTAINING, NONNY. HER REAL PARENTS WERE A WITCH AND A WHITELIGHTER WHICH IS ILLEGAL? ABBY’S PARENTS WERE A WITCH AND A DEMON WHICH IS ILLEGAL TOO? SAME HAT. They would get on like a house on fire. 10/10 not judging each other for both having past/current relationships with Mel. Neither of them adhere strictly to magical conduct, they’re not above using it to expose awful bastards, and thanks to their bimagical heritage, they can do dope shit. I think just in general they’d both be curious what a witch-Whitelighter and a witch-demon can do. OH MY GOD THEY CAN SPAR. THE FLIRTING. “Well it’s been a good long while since I’ve had a goth pin me down. Uni was such a lovely time.” Not saying that Jada and Abigael are the same person, but like a level or two below kindred spirits. I think Abigael would commend Jada for being a former member of the Sarcana and going against the Elders. If Mel thought she had a hard time wrangling Abigael to keep her on the Good Side, it’s even more difficult when there’s two people who want to set an enemy on fire/electrocute them as an interrogation method. They’re two human sized gremlins who make jokes about having a threesome if Mel is down she is and will wreck your shit as a team. Someone please explain to Melanie how her ex and her girlfriend have managed to become a demonic duo.

Can we consider Katrina an ex? She’s a former love interest. I think Abigael would be the most indifferent about Kat because she’s a plain ol’ mortal and poses the least threat to both Mel/Abby’s safety and her romantic happiness. I imagine Abigael’s met spirit mediums before, so if forced prompted to help, Abigael would be a great aid to Kat. Considering Kat owns what Jordan dubs a Wicca shop, I can imagine Abigael making a boring comment about how “cute” Kat is for practicing Witchcraft Lite and saying she must have been inspired by The Worst Witch.

I’d say Abigael’s feelings on Ruby would depend on if Ruby is just an Ex or if Mel’s attraction to Abigael made her break up with Ruby to pursue her bc those are two different avenues. If it’s the former, Abigael would kind of look down on Ruby giving up magic bc magic is something Abigael covets bc it gives her power. With the latter, Abigael would probably just avoid the bar at SafeSpace so she doesn’t have to interact with her. I don’t think she’d feel any sympathy for her if she found out about Ruby’s mom. The only sincere bone she has is in a jar with brine.

In regards to how the exes would see Abigael—

Niko: I don’t know what she’d think of her bc we don’t know what Abigael’s Human Persona is. We know Abigael the half witch/demon who became Demon Overlord. What does it say she does on her LinkedIn profile? Is she college educated? What brought her to America? Niko would definitely be civil, but would either consciously or subconsciously choose not to be around AbiMel more than necessary.

Jada: If she puts aside the demon bias, I think they’d get along in a way that spells trouble for people they don’t like, after the initial “hey, Charmed One, are you sure about dating a former Demon Overlord? You are? Okay, I trust your judgment, you have saved the world.” Macy is quaking at the utter chaos these two can cook up, and none of it has to do with Mel.

Kat: I can’t remember how much Kat knows about magic, but if she knows about demons, she’s definitely wary of Abigael and would ask Mel if she’s sure about dating her. Wouldn’t overstep any boundaries bc it’s not her place and she could totally use a half demon’s help with mediumship.

Ruby: As a full witch, she’s the most wary of Abigael and for good reason given her history. No animosity unless Abigael initiates it bc she knows she’s at a disadvantage. If Abigael is anywhere near her, she watches her like a hawk and always makes sure Mel knows she can come to her to talk.

Again, so sorry about how long it took me to answer this! 🤦🏻‍♀️ I will answer any new AbiMel asks when I get them faster than I did this one, non scout’s honour!

[feetloversplace]

Great soles and toes of @jada-hates-shoes 😍😍🔥🔥🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Reblog if you like feet!

[softpine]

thank you so much 🥺 right now i’m just frustrated because i’m actually inspired to write and everything, but i just don’t have nearly as much free time as i used to :( i hate feeling my inspiration just slip away because i’m so exhausted after hours and hours of soul crushing homework fjksjd but i really appreciate this, and i’m working on trying to be more forgiving of myself!! 💖

omg no, i could never be that organized sjdksj typically what i do is write a general outline for the dialogue -- and i mean VERY general. (ex; “asa says something about growing up”) and then i make it sound natural later when i can match it to the pics. when i’m taking screenshots, i make sure that i’m matching the general mood of the minimal dialogue that i wrote, but i don’t bother taking specific pics yet. i just take as many as i can (usually in the 500 - 700 screenshots range per post) and then go through and start rearranging them to fit the flow of the conversation. (i start by choosing my beginning and ending of the post, so then the middle is easier to fill in) and then i go in and edit the dialogue so that it’s more detailed and realistic. and yeah!! that’s my process in a nutshell :)

ahh i’m actually not sure yet! i’m never going to delete this blog, so i can always come back if i want to. but tbh, without a story keeping me here, i don’t foresee myself being around much :/ i’ll probably go back to my main blog whenever frozen pines is done, so i’ll post about that if in case anyone wants to follow me there! but you never know with me, i might say fuck it and write a zombie frozen pines AU fksjds i’m just going with the flow! thank you so much for the support though, you’re really sweet 🥺💖

fjskdj no i don’t think it’s narcissistic! i started out writing self-insert fics when i was a kid lmao, it’s fun! the only problem i see with it is that you’ll have a hard time growing as a writer if you’re only writing about things you’re already familiar with. i’ve learned so much about myself through writing characters that are completely different to me, who go through things i’ve never dreamed of, or who have totally different reactions to scenarios that i might have experienced. it’s just more interesting in my opinion! but if you have more fun writing from your own perspective, who cares!! you don’t even need to tell anyone that it’s your simself if you don’t want to lmao

@littlegaycc​ of course! thanks for asking 💖

hey!! hmm, i actually think i’m not that good at showing things through pictures alone fjskjd but pregnancy reveals are something you could easily take inspiration from real life! there are all kinds of cute ideas on pinterest that you could borrow. ultrasounds, little baby shoes, a fake-announcement card, a felt board with the due date on it, etc. are some options! sorry if this wasn’t super helpful, i think i lean on dialogue a bit too much so i was surprised that you asked me fjksjd but good luck bby!! 💖

actually not really sjdskjd we all know how i am with sim ages... they make NO sense. basically only asa/stevie/jada/elaine got older in this time skip, everyone else is like....exactly the same lmao we’re just not going to question it 😌

TW: pregnancy;

hey!! hmm, i actually think i’m not that good at showing things through pictures alone fjskjd but pregnancy reveals are something you could easily take inspiration from real life! there are all kinds of cute ideas on pinterest that you could borrow. ultrasounds, little baby shoes, a fake-announcement card, a felt board with the due date on it, etc. are some options! sorry if this wasn’t super helpful, i think i lean on dialogue a bit too much so i was surprised that you asked me fjksjd but good luck bby!! 💖

* @ the anon who name-dropped that person: all the information is already out there, my opinion means nothing on the matter. if they were trying to manipulate people or pretend it didn’t happen, i would say something publicly, but the topic has already been run into the ground imo and i think everyone on simblr already knows what happened. i just checked and they even have links to the incident on their own blog lmao, so it’s not a secret. but no, i don’t follow them or support them in any way

TRIGGER WARNING for rape / child abuse / grooming / incest / etc. in the ask below;

ummm can you please tell me the url of the person / people you’re talking about? i have no issue calling them out publicly (i’ve done it before with literally the same incident -- the now-deleted blog that was pairing liliith & caleb in their story) and i would love to report them. my god there are so many creeps on this earth

[autistic-witchlighter]

Charmed Reboot 01x14 - Review

Rating:

5 out of 5

Plot: “Macy tries to cope with her new demon situation by watching a lot of her favorite TV shows, but things take a weird and dangerous turn; Mel and Jada enlist Niko's help to learn who might be after Jada; Mel's powers seem to be expanding.”

This episode was one of the best, if not the best, episode so far.

It propelled several storylines, character arcs, and managed to remain from getting overwhelming.

Very well executed and performed for the most part.

Each arc tied together nicely and connected to a cohesive ending .

Positives:

Macy's arc this episode was very character driven which helped balance out with Mel and Maggie's very plot driven arcs. It helped keep the episode grounded.

They show is finally starting to explore Macy's demonic attributes instead of vaugly claiming Macy has “darkness.”

Macy is getting a more fleshed out backstory, even if it's more tell than show, it's better than being a blank slate.

Maggie and Parker's relationship was nicely developed this episode. They realized they need to be open and honest with each other.

Maggie and Parker both had their fears that they had to face together. It was only when they got to talk things through were they actually able to make love. The chemistry was so great. It wasn't just sex. It was an expression of their passion for each other. Sex isn't necessary or always desired in a relationship but when sex is involved it must be about both parties.

Maggie learned that she needed to address Parker's feelings too. Men aren't just mindless sex machines.

This episode pointed out that planned, discussed, honest and consentig sex can be beautiful, hot and sexy. Sex is only good when all parties feelings are addressed and respected.

Mel, Jada, and Niko have such fabulous scenes together with so much chemistry. It still surprises me that there was no chemistry testing beforehand.

The Witch Hunters twist was quite interesting.

I loved all the trope talk and fourth wall breaks.

Negatives:

I'm not sure if Mel getting another power boost right now is wise. She's already so overpowered yet they decide to make her even more so. Mel is borderline invincible at this point.

No one that I am aware of enjoys it when a character is written so that they have no weaknesses or flaws. It makes every villian they go against appear weak and doesn't strike fear when we know the protagonist cannot be harmed in any way.

The cliffhanger was the only other thing that felt off. I like the conception but it was just a little wonky and seemed a little tacked on.

I feel like it would have worked better if it was tweaked a little more or was actually the start of the next episode.

Tidbits:

I'm putting this here because I have not decided yet if this is positive or a negative. I have hated the elders but now I am starting to distrust the Sarcana too.

Theories/Expectations:

The closer Mel gets to Jada the more angry and distant she becomes towards her sister's. That very well could be intentional manipulation. After all how much do we know about the Sarcana or Jada really?

Could this be an intentional ruse by the writers? Put us in Mel's shoes. Both Mel and the audience get tricked into supporting  the wrong ones? If that is the writers plans I feel like that was very sneaky yet refreshing.

Favorite Character This Episode:

It would be a tie between Parker and Macy. They both had such great arcs this episode.

Favorite scene or quote:

Harry's “Is that how I sound when. I explain things to you?” That was hilarious and, yes Harry, you do.

References to the original:

This whole episode was pretty much the writers looking at the episode ���Chick Flick” and going “How can we do this better?” They were successful in my opinion.

The Sarcana are starting to remind me more and more of the avatars. I don't know how to feel about that.

Thanks for joining me on this journey and please feel free to leave comments, asks or messages as long as they are respectful. Please join me again for the next episode.

[tabloidtoc]

Globe, July 22

Cover: Dolly Parton paralyzed 

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Olivia Newton-John, Amy Poehler, Justin Theroux 

Page 3: Tim Robbins, Madeleine Stowe, Jonah Hill 

Page 4: Faith Hill nightmare divorce from Tim McGraw 

Page 5: Gwyneth Paltrow hates her butt after pigging out on pasta in Italy, Drew Carey left a $500 tip on a $250 restaurant bill 

Page 6: Spend-crazy Meghan Markle outrages Britain 

Page 8: John Belushi’s killer Cathy Smith is an unwanted outcast 

Page 9: Late-night superstar Stephen Colbert once suffered a horrifying nervous breakdown 

Page 10: Former Guns N’ Roses drummer Steven Adler stabbed himself in the stomach but the troubled rocker’s rep insists it wasn’t a suicide attempt, Kylie Jenner has set her sights on the booze business, Taylor Swift gets a kick from Justin Bieber 

Page 11: Tom Hanks got all choked up after wrapping up his voice role as Woody in Toy Story 4, pushy Tori Spelling is wreaking havoc on the set of the Beverly Hills 90210 reboot

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Abby Lee Miller buying shoes after announcing plans to walk again by September, Pamela Anderson was insulted by ex Tommy Lee then found out boyfriend Adil Rami was a two-timing monster, Carrie Ann Inaba considered joining a throuple, Will and Jada Pinkett Smith’s daughter Willow was a cutter, Jennifer Lawrence’s films have grossed over $6 billion but she’s more concerned with her marriage to Cooke Maroney 

Page 13: Charlize Theron, Phil Collins, George Clooney 

Page 14: Success is the best revenge for Lady Gaga, Carrie Underwood is still heartsick over three devastating miscarriages she suffered, Fashion Verdict -- Kate Beckinsale, Gloria Estefan, Whoopi Goldberg, Jennifer Connelly 

Page 15: Funny Photo Quiz -- Sean Astin 

Page 16: Gutsy Joan Kennedy finally beats the bottle 

Page 19: 10 Things You Don’t Know About Awkwafina, Meghan McCain’s latest foulmouthed meltdown on the set of The View caused network brass to scold her for her explosive attitude, Robin Thicke and fiancee April Love Geary got burned by fans after she shared an Instagram pic of their 16-month-old daughter Mia munching on Flamin’ Hot Cheetos 

Page 20: True Crime 

Page 23: Ivana Trump is a single lady after splitting from Rossano Rubicondi again 

Page 24: Caitlyn Jenner refused to appear on son Brody’s reboot of The Hills: New Beginning and now she thinks he’s belittling her on TV in a cruel act of revenge 

Page 25: Cover Story -- Nerve disorder is paralyzing the left side of Dolly Parton’s face 

Page 26: Health Report -- New cure for baldness 

Page 28: Kinky secrets Alf star Max Wright took to the grave, Ryan Seacrest clogged Kris Jenner’s toilet, Richard Dreyfuss says Bill Murray was a drunken bully who tried to clobber him with an ashtray while they worked on 1991′s What About Bob? 

Page 30: Psychic Tyler Henry says Michael Jackson is living a childlike existence in the afterlife oblivious to charges he molested dozens of young boys 

Page 32: Too-fat William Shatner needs a scooter 

Page 36: Real Life 

Page 44: Straight Talk -- Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton are simply made for each other 

Page 45: Keith Richards of The Rolling Stone paints his hair brown, Mick Jagger of The Rolling Stones must keep a doctor on hand, Rachael Ray’s Nutrish dog food has been put on the Food and Drug Administration’s list of pet food linked to a fatal heart disease, James Bond actor Daniel Craig is so determined to look good in the upcoming Bond film that he’s given up his beloved Guinness for six months 

Page 47: Hollywood Flashback -- Audrey Hepburn and William Holden costarred in 1945′s Sabrina and had a forbidden fling when cameras stopped rolling 

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 193

Cammie

"So should I be mad about this?" I ask MiMi.

"What?" she says biting a piece of fruit. She grabs my phone. "Text messages?"

I stroll to the next picture. "It's a DM."

She looks at it closer. "Is it legit?"

"Who knows? He not gonna let me see his phone if he thinks I'm checking it because of a rumor."

"What?" She says. She shrugs. "You know I have every right to have trust issues. You don't."

"I actual do but whatever."

She wipes her hands off. "Do you want to start trouble?"

"I don't but these messages talking about where he gonna be."

"Okay, he motherfuckering Trey Songz. Somebody bond to know where he is. I mean it aint that hard if you know somebody."

I shrug. "Anyway. April and Rose want Caden and Lane."

She smiles. "That's cute."

"Yo." Chris says walking into the kitchen followed by Trey. "I'm out."

"You don't have to be in New York until tomorrow." I snap. "Why you suddenly leaving cause Amber gone?"

He kisses my cheek. "Love you too."

I scrunch up my face. "Yeah, whatever."

"Aye, what is this?" Trey says picking up my phone.

"What?" Chris says peeking over Trey's shoulder.

Oh no. Everything happening too fast. I'm trying to catch Chris so I can make him more willing to go to Chicago so Amber can surprise him. But at the same time Trey has my phone with the texts that I was sending a random person. I mean I know who's number it is but it's not saved in my phone. I'm not telling him it's K. Michelle. We not having that conversation on top of this conversation.

"What the fuck is this?" Trey says.

"Let me see that." Chris retorts.

"Don't you have a plane to catch." MiMi snaps.

Chris looks closely at the phone. "Clearly this shit fake."

"The fucking problem comes when your wife believing the fake shit." Trey says.

"Who said I was believing it?" I spat.

He does something on the phone. "Who is this chick? I hate finding stuff out like this. Trifling maybe? Should I keep reading?"

"I'm sure we all can read." MiMi says.

"Who fucking number is this? You didn't bother saving it but you replied."

I sigh. Well, I think I'm deciding not to answer him. Any of his questions. Like I wasn't even for real about what I was saying to Kim. It was a joke. But I don't feel like telling him that it's K. Michelle. Then he gonna go on about how she not my friend and shit like that. So I'm just gonna have an attitude so he shut up.

"Aye, Trey." Chris says snatching the phone from him and putting it down.

"Jayla, you not talking?"

I shrug one shoulder. "You talking about something?"

"Alright." He says walking away.

"See you." Chris says hitting MiMi on her ass. He bumps my back with his shoulder. "Keep your head up."

I roll my eyes looking over at MiMi. "Ain't this some shit? I wasn't even going to say nothing to him about it."

"Bae."

"It's not even fair that I get attitude about his fucking shit."

"We not doing this." MiMi says standing up. "You eating before we practice?"

I snatch my phone off of the counter. "Fuck no. I don't feel like shit. Let's just go."

"Did you pump?"

"Yeah." I say dry as hell.

She sighs. "I'm not liking this. I mean it's only a rumor right?"

"MiMi, how am I supposed to know or even ask?"

"Okay then. Moving on. So you think we did a good job ensuring that Chris goes to Chicago? I feel like we did a great job."

I look at her. "We didn't do nothing."

"I feel accomplished."

"Shut up."

"I mean... Whatever, Camille." She says putting her seat belt on. "How come we have to get a driver every time?"

I take out my phone. "I'm calling Buggiz."

"Why?"

"I need somebody that likes me that understands Trey. And keeps my secrets. That's the biggest thing." I wait for it to pick up. "He not answering."

The front window opens. "You calling me?"

I jump towards the front of the car. "Buggiz! Oh my gosh. I love you. Why are you here?"

"I planned for this. I took that 3 month contract... You don't remember?"

"I honestly don't. Listen to this Buggiz... So I texted Kim and she sent me all these DMs and private chats and different stuff with Trey and this other girl. The thing is she been in two of his most recent videos. I didn't even ask him about but he blew up because he saw the text from an unknown number."

"Cammie why you hiding K. Michelle's number from him?"

I sigh. "Cause I don't feel like hearing it."

"But you hearing it."

"Okay, my fault on that."

He nods. "So if you not tripping about this DM shit then why is it a problem?"

"I don't know."

"Believe me, Bae, he over it." Buggiz says. "How are the babies?"

I sit back folding my arms. "Rose and April want them to come to Virginia."

"That's nice."

"Bug, no. I don't want my baby leaving me."

He looks around. "How long is it?"

"One night." MiMi adds dramatically. "I say you let them."

"You sending Minnie to Chicago!"

She rolls her eyes. "My mother in law ain't nothing like April. Plus they live in the hood. I'd send my baby with April to Virginia."

"Anyway, Bug. I'm not talking about that either."

"It's your right." he chuckles.

MiMi giggles. "Buggiz April on her way here right now. Those babies leaving here tomorrow."

"Just because she coming?" I snap. "MiMi you annoying me seriously."

"So, Cammie!" she says putting her hand up to the side of her face. "Negative energy."

I roll my eyes. "So about the game last night."

MiMi takes out her phone. "Let's talk about these earrings I'm getting for my wedding."

"You having a wedding?"

"Bitch shut up." MiMi says giving me her phone. "$6,000 on my ears."

"That's ridiculous. Devin is not buying you those."

She hands me her phone. "Oh the way bitch. I'm new money."

I laugh. "Well shut my fat mouth. These are fucking beautiful. What is the theme?"

"I don't know." she shrugs. "Wedding planner. That ain't April."

"April had a wedding planner thank you."

"Like I said that ain't April."

I drop her phone in the seat. "Anywho..."

  Alex

"Does this make my ass look big?"

I look up from my computer. "Excuse me?"

He stand in front of the mirror. "How much we looking at? I need about 5 million a year."

"You don't play good enough to get 1 million in a 5 year contract."

"You got jokes."

I sigh. "No, I'm being real. Who did you know that got you this appointment? You are in no way eligible for any of my sponsorships."

"But you know who I am?" he says confidentially.

"Don't assume because I'm a female that I don't know basketball. I know D league players. I know College sophomores who have the potential to get draft in two years. I know that you have only played an average of 5 minutes per game since your final round draft pick 5 years ago. I don't have the time to entertain your ego. Now pick my autographed 5 million dollar football shoulder pads down before I have you arrested for touching shit."

He chuckles. "Only 5 million? I would've..."

"Let not." Jamaal says walking into the room. "Why do you have that shit on your little ass shoulders? Come on my man. You know your appointment is downstairs. It's start small and at less leave the building with something."

"Big J." he says once Jamaal takes the shoulder pads from him.

I roll my eyes as Deon chuckles. Motherfucker. I hate this sexist as male dominating environment at times. That's probably the reason that my father put Jamaals ass next to me. Fucking business partners my ass. I better always make more money than him.

"Bullshit like that make me hate this job."

"Hmm." I say rolling my eyes again.

Jamaal sits on my desk. "You bugging on me again?"

"No."

"Damn it happens daily now." He says standing up. He comes around the desk. "I got something  for it today."

"Your little dick?"

He kneels down in front of me. "Look at you thinking about sex. I swear you a fucking man. You sure your pussy real?"

I laugh. "Jamaal, what? So you okay with fucking a man?"

"Naw." he laughs. "Bitch, just accept my gift."

"You on your kneels in front of me. It better be some fucking bombass head and not a fucking ring."

He grabs my foot. "See what I'm saying? Your father should not have treated you as you were his son."

"You know in all your references of me bring a man you are the bitch in, right?"

"I would gladly accept the role of a manly man loving a wannabe man."

"But we are both men?"

He bites my leg. "Shut the hell up. I will take this back I swear to you."

I put my foot on his knee to see what it was that he put on my ankle. I gasp. Just beautiful. It was a gold bangle with a single diamond on it. Its glorious. Like perfect. I hold my foot up in the air. I feel like Jamaal has been writing down shit about me for the past year or however long he has been here just for these fucking moments. Like I go back and forth with myself all the damn time wondering if I should be in this relationship with him. Every time I think it he does something that confirms that I should.

"Jamaal." I say as he slides his hand up my inner thigh.

"You welcome." he says kissing my thigh then standig up.

I put my foot up on the desk. "This is perfect with these shoes."

"Act like a lady." he says taking my foot down. "Gossip for today?"

"You still into that?"

"What else would I do if I didn't stay up to date on my shit? Lakers looking for a sponsor. Cammie's best friend is having a wedding are you invited?"

I roll my eyes. "Are you serious? You so petty?"

"Disney is having an annual and guest who isn't invited?"

"Who?"

"Oh no I'm invited. You aren't."

I giggle trying not to laugh at his stupidity. "Jamaal, who cares about Disney? When is this wedding that I'm not invited to?"

He struggles. "I don't know, darling."

"Your gossip sucks. It's half ass shit."

"Rumor has it Trey Songz has a baby on the way."

I sit up. "Like strong rumor or petty shit rumor?"

"Petty shit of course. Falicia. Ring a bell?"

"No."

"She is Cammie's assistant. Also former assistant to..."

"Jada Pinkett."

He roars with laughter. "I need to stop with my gossip don't I?"

"You do, Jamaal. You sound like a school girl."

"Rumor has it Jeffery is looking for an agent."

"Ha." I say waving my stick note. "Done."

"When did you do that?"

I stick it back on my agenda. "While you were getting that useless gossip. So Cammie's assistant is freely giving away information?"

"No. Trey himself."

"You bonding with Trey?"

"Businessing with Trey."

"Jamaal."

He laughs walking towards the door. "I'm done with you."

I stand up from my desk. "So what do you think of me? You always coming in with expensive as gifts and shit."

"What do I think of you? Sounds a bit... Hmm. Insecure."

"Stop."

He walks back towards me. "The gifts are just a stroke of my ego. Got to make sure my gifts are more meaningful than papas. You pout he throws out the red carpet. You squeeze he runs with golden tissues. I'm in sports because I'm a natural competitor who choices not to compete in sports but micromanage those that do."

"Are we talking about me or you? I'm not impressed."

"Kudos." he says then laughs kissing my lips.

I don't know. He walks away again. I hit him in his back. He spins around with a mad look on his face. Oh big deal. I don't believe I really knew Jamaal. He took the time to know me but I never cared enough to pay attention to the way he acts or the things he said. Kinda confusing. He bows with his hand held out to me. I roll my eyes then sit down.

"Get lost."

"How come you aren't wearing underwear? Laundry day?"

I chuckle. "My balls get hot."

"Yeah?" he says kneeling down on one knee.

"Listen... What's your middle name again?"

"I'm not telling you." he snaps. "I never told you."

"I write your checks..."

He runs his hands up my thigh. "Correction. You used to write my checks."

I turn the chair away from him a bit. "Whatever."

"I'll tell you if you get nasty."

"What the hell?" I laugh.

He starts to say something but then Jewels walks into the room. That's my sister from another pussy. I smile at her then start laughing at her face. She was staring at Jamaal, who didn't bother acting like he was doing anything other than what he was.

"Oh hell no. That's tacky as shit. The two of you are rich enough to fucking take off work and get a hotel."

"Jews." Jamaal says grabbing my thigh and turning me to him.

Jewels sits in front of the desk. "Fucker."

"Rathrr fuck than get fucked."

"Okay." I say pushing him to the floor. "Hey, Bae. The news is?"

"So you know... Wait first thing first. No, I'm not pregnant. Thank the Lordt. So you know Cammie's little sister?"

I nod. "Of course."

"She all on SnapChat talking about how her and my cousin getting married and shit. I'm like what the entire fuck? Kain is a fucking stupid ass. This nigga calls me talking about how she fucking his homeboy and shit now he back with the bitch. I swear bitches ain't shit. They in Atlanta. I should run through that bitch. Like I'm pissed the fuck off."

"Are you?" Jamaal asks her.

I fan him away. "Girl you can't be in his relationship like that. He will always choose his first. Why they in Atlanta?"

"I need for you to talk to your cousin."

"Technically speaking Mommy not my cousin. That bridge burned when my uncle passed. God rest his soul."

She rolls her eyes. "So technically I can whip her ass?"

"Technically no."

"Dinner tonight?" Jamaal asks leaning over in my face with his hands on my thigh.

I look at him. "Depends."

"On?" he says then gets really close to me.

"Yes, Jamaal. Go to your office. Get out of mine."

He stands up. "Only because you have Jews in your office."

"Jewels." She retorts emphasizing the 'els'.

"I say 6 o'clock."

"That's too early for dinner, Jamaal." I spat.

He turns around and grabs his dick. "It ain't about eating."

I shake my head. "Go."

"To my office." he says turning back around.

"He too fucking happy. He needs to go back to being untight and... Gay."

I laugh. "He still gay."

"The fine ones always are."

"What happen with your girlfriend again?"

She rolls her eyes. "Don't be funny. You know it would have never lasted. Dick be calling my name. I went to the gym and I almost came out that bitch pregnant again."

I laugh. "Please stop."

"For real though. I like you and him. Cute power couple."

"Enough talking. Look at today's gift." I say putting my foot up.

She takes out her phone acting uninterested. "Anyway."

[piratequeenofpixies]

WIP Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @bookenders!

1. When starting something new, how much do you know about the story before you start writing?

That would depend on your definition of “starting,” haha. If by “starting” you mean starting the actual writing, then I generally know quite a bit: I usually have a pretty good idea of the main two or three characters and sometimes a side character or two, then the beginning and very end of the plot with maybe a random plot point in there somewhere XD I usually have a vague idea of the setting, as well. But if you mean just when I decide to start a new project (before writing): at that point I usually have an aesthetic in mind, if that makes sense: a quote or two, a color that may or may not correspond to the tone of the story, a setting or plot idea (usually not both lol), and a very vague character sketch or two.

2. What draws you to your WIP(s)? Why did you choose to write that/those over anything else?

Hmm...excellent question! For Of Stones and Shadows, it started out as more of a writing-practice attempt than an effort to create an actual story, plus it sounded interesting in my head.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Now I can hardly bear to tear myself away from the story--I’m too attached to my characters!

For my short story tentatively titled “Jack” (which I had recently tabled, yes--right before having an unprecedented spurt of inspiration *facepalm*), it sounded fun and entertaining both to write and to read, and I wanted a different kind of project (length is huge) from my main to give a little variety when I get stuck on my primary WIP. So I chose a short-story idea to work on, and “Jack” was born :) It’s just as fun as I’d imagined, and twice as interesting style-wise XD

3. Favorite writing spot? Why?

Right now, the dining-room table: I don’t write well in soft areas (i.e., couch, bed) so the hard wood works great and the backed chair forces me to sit up straight and pay attention  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

4. Share your favorite line of what you’ve written so far!

Oh--may I share one from each WIP, please? ;)

My favorite line from Of Stones and Shadows (I narrowed this down from five; you’re welcome XD): “Yes, she hated the pains that wracked her muscles--but so too she cherished them, for they were the marks not of a princess born and bred, but a princess becoming, and of her own accord.”

My favorite line from “Jack:” “Unfortunately, she did so right in front of his face so that he very nearly toppled off the beanstalk and plummeted to the earth in a wailing, thrashing muddle of boy.” I love this line--especially out of context--because it really summarizes Jack’s character as a whole and how inadequately prepared he is for their (his and Jada’s) adventure. :)

5. If you had to choose one OC to bring to life as an actual person, which one would it be and why?

Garan. 100% Garan. Not only would he make a fantastic big-brother figure, but I would have waaaaay too much fun setting him up with my friends. :P (I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a real-life big brother--I would send him out on far too many torturous dates with my gal pals lol)

6. Are you looking to get published? If so, do you hope to make it a career?

Yes, I would love to publish :) Yes and no--while I do hope to publish and eventually make additional income off of that, it is not my main career goal. I actually will begin studying to teach high-school English this fall :)

7. What’s something you would read but would never write (or the other way around)? Any reason?

Hmm...I read sci-fi on occasion but will probably never write it. Probably.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

8. What’s something you are most proud of about your work so far?

My character development/arcs! I love my characters and used to really struggle with making them realistic and 3-D, but now I’m much better :D

9. Badly describe your WIP(s) in one (1) sentence

Of Stones and Shadows: “Girl, wash your face” and grow up already.

“Jack:” thinly-veiled story about obedience and stupidity

10. Why did you want to be a writer?

While I don’t remember a specific moment of realizing I wanted to be a writer, I do know that I want to write to inspire that feeling of being lost in another world, of stepping into another’s shoes for a brief time in readers. Those are feelings I have always loved, and I hope to inspire others to cherish those feelings as well <3

Tagging @writingonesdreams and @mvcreates! (Feel free to ignore. Also, please let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from my tag list. Thanks!)

Thanks for reading! Have a great day :)

[horsegirlhob]

a n s w e r t h e m a l l

Jesus take the weel we really gon do this huh?

Well, prepare yourself I guess.

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

Mah girlfrien

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Outgoing I guess?

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Courtney Barnette in concert tonight good music I strongly recommend.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

I like to think so

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Yeh I’d assume so 

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Smart funny people? Idk.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Yeah

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

No one?

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Nah

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My therapist

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

It’s the “Guess I’ll die” picture.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

You can’t make me choose

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Depends on who it is.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Nah.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I went to france which was litty as a titty (I regret the words that I speak)

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Absolutely

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Yep, definitely

 18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

No, but not because of some falling out or anything, we just went to different high schools

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Never had one

20. Do you like your neighbors?

Yeah, overall.

21. What are you bad habits?

I bite my nails and I write all my ‘f’s like fuckin forte symbols

22. Where would you like to travel?

I’d like to go to venice again before it sinks into the ocean

23. Do you have trust issues?

Nah

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Getting home 

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

Fuckin boobs

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Pretend that I have not woken up

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Darker because I burn so fuckin easily

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

The neighborhood cat

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Yes my many many exes that I seduced and who are all still in love with me. (Jk I have no exes)

30. Do you ever want to get married?

I really don’t care either way.

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

Not even remotely

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Jodi Whittaker and Jodi because They’re both great but more importantly their names rhyme

33. Spell your name with your chin.

johanna (I am so impressed with myself you have no idea)

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

I used to play soccer and now I do aerial silks

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

Definitely no tv

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Yeah, of course.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

I usually just poke the other person with a stick like some kind of roadkill racoon

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Don’t really have one

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

The candy ones

40. What do you want to do after high school?

Go to university

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Not everyone but usually (for like minor stuff. Rapists and stuff like that I’m not inclined to give a second chance.)

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m asleep

43. Do you smile at strangers?

I wink suggestively at strangers until they run away.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Outer space.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

My mother turning on my light and yelling at me

46. What are you paranoid about?

Everyone hating me

47. Have you ever been high?

Nope.

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Once with my grandmother

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Yep

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Black

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Yes

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I wish that my chest were smaller (aka no boobs would be a fun time)

53. Favourite makeup brand?

The... face... kind?

54. Favourite store?

the grocery store

55. Favourite blog?

Certainly not my own

56. Favourite colour?

Red

57. Favourite food? 

I’ve always loved all kinds of asian cuisine. Right now I’m kinda craving sushi.

58. Last thing you ate?

A homemade cranberry muffin

59. First thing you ate this morning?

A homemade cranberry muffin

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Some soccer tournaments.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Nothing

62. Been arrested? For what?

Arrested for stealing people’s hearts ;)

63. Ever been in love? 

Pass

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

My girlfriend kissed me in the theatre room because no one was there and I was leaving for 2 months and then we sat in silence for half an hour.

65. Are you hungry right now?

Not really

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

What real friends?

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Instagram

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

No.

70. Names of your bestfriends? 

Evelin

71. Craving something? What?

Craving that sweet sweet serotonin

 72. What colour are your towels?

Mostly blue and purple

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

deux

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Oui

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

You mean how many drawers of stuffed animals? the answer is three. Three drawers full. 

75. Favourite animal?

Fox or raccoon

76. What colour is your underwear?

Purple

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

I’m a slut of some good cookie dough

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Black

80. What colour pants?

Grey

81. Favourite tv show?

It’s not my favourite but I just finished watching the good place which is a good show

82. Favourite movie?

Don’t really have one. Maybe Heathers?

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Mean Girls (never seen 21 jump street)

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

Karen

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Crush

87. First person you talked to today?

My mother

88. Last person you talked to today?

My father

89. Name a person you hate?

Jada

90. Name a person you love?

Evelin

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Myself 

92. In a fight with someone?

Myself

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

Too many

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

at least 11

95. Last movie you watched?

Ant man and the wasp

96. Favourite actress?

Jodi Whittaker because she’s the first one I could think of.

97. Favourite actor?

David Tennant because I was thinking about doctor who

98. Do you tan a lot?

If by tan you mean burn

99. Have any pets?

I have a little sister

100. How are you feeling?

Depressed and distressed

101. Do you type fast?

Yeah but it’s with really bad technique

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Yes

103. Can you spell well?

Absolutely not

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yeah

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yes actually

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Only my parents

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yep

108. What should you be doing?

Not this

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Period cramps are a bitch

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Dan and Phil

111. Do you have trust issues?

No and I feel like this was asked already

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My friend probably

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Joji

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yep

115. Do you play the Wii?

Nope

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Always

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Yeah

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Yes but only actual Chinese food none of your american Chinese shit

119. Favourite book?

I want my hat back

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

No

121. Are you mean?

Mainly to myself

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

I can’t even keep black shoes clean

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Not at all

125. Do you believe in true love?

In a way

126. Are you currently bored?

Not really

127. What makes you happy?

Dan and Phil

128. Would you change your name?

In a heartbeat

129. What your zodiac sign?

Virgo

130. Do you like subway?

I mean it’s not like, my favourite food but I’ll eat it

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

But he’s gay

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

I know for sure that we asked this question already

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

“The paramedic thinks I’m clever cause I play guitar, I think she’s clever cause she stops people dying”

134. Can you count to one million?

No because patience is a virtue

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

“Yeah I have math class next” (I had french class)

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed

137. How tall are you?

5′10

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Well I have straight hair, but I don’t know if this means me or on other people.

139. Brunette or Blonde?

Brunette

140. Summer or Winter?

Winter

141. Night or Day?

Night

142. Favourite month?

December

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Nope, I like eating that thick meat.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Milky milky goodness

145. Tea or Coffee?

Both

146. Was today a good day?

Objectively

147. Mars or Snickers?

Twix

148. What’s your favourite quote?

[Embrace the void and] have the courage to exist 

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

I am a ghost. 

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou)

“Staring at my reflection in one of those angled shoe-store mirrors when I was six or seven, thinking there was something wrong with my body.”

That was long and I apologize to everyone who follows me.