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yibuo · 5 years ago

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UMMM I would love to know what exactly happened with xnine too if you know??

i didn’t know how to answer this without hating on long danni but... that’s not possible when you’re talking about xnine

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG IN ANY WAY @ DIMPLES AND CFANS

tldr ceo addicted to producing survival shows realizes boy group is incapable of feeding her fat rabbit because of her OWN mismanagement and throws them away (literally? probably not, maybe, idk)

HOLY SHIT THIS BECAME RLY LONG IM BEGGING KEEP READING TO WORK LO LOL LOL

long danni= wjjw company ceo

wjjw=company that xnine, xz, r1se, etc are under

huo mala: fat company rabbit that WILL give u nightmares goodness gracious thinking about him sends chills down my spine

alright so long danni (ldn i will refer to her) & ee media along w/ tencent and sm made the survival show x-fire... the premise of xfire was that 16 contestants split into two different teams (white and red) and then at the end it would boil down to each team having 4 members and the winning team would debut as a group called xfire...but wait...the group’s name is xnine? so out of red team (peng chuyue, baishu, xiao zhan, xia zhiguang) and white team(wu jiacheng, gu jiacheng, zhao lei, and guo zifan) white team won...and they unofficially debuted as xfire..went abroad to train yadda yadda yadda and then a few months later, TELL ME WHY LONG DANNI DECIDES TO RELEASE POLLS TO LET FANS VOTE IN 5 MEMBERS INTO XFIRE TO CREATE XNINE! ldn PLEASE if u wanted to rig the show you should’ve decided in the beginning what was the point of making the teams and the fans fight against each other...

so yeah xz and crew weren’t actually supposed to debut according to show rules...i mean i’m glad they debuted obviously bc x9 is x9 but ee media and frickin ldn couldve handled this better...like every member except chen molerat is amazing and great but....WHY DIDNT MaNAGEMENT NOT BLATANTLY RIG THEM INTO THE GROUP

but also thank u ldn for also letting us get to know the 4 guys who were added n not chen molerat <3 but like DO UR JOB PROPERLY

anyway the polls were RIGGED obviously thanks ldn what did u expect out of making POLLS, and xiao zhan, peng chuyue, xia zhiguang, yan xujia, and chen z*** were added to the group to create xnine...talk about rigged when chen z*** the molerat lookin turdface misogynist was added... anyway at the time he wasnt known to be problematic but ya the whole rigging thing caused a whole rift esp when x9 debuted bc there were fanwars and death threats initially but xfire did well because it was one of the (if not only) survival shows at that time and x9 debuted w/ a good response etc

then they got moved to wjjw (still owned by ldn thanks ldn) and wjjw is known for hoarding artists and not promoting them (THEY HAVE LIKE 45 ARTISTS BUT WERE FORMED 3 YEARS AGO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE) and not being promoted properly was EXACTLY what happened to xnine. as idols what they needed was music promotions, variety shows, etc stuff to get them as people out there but this genius ldn decided to promote them through stupid zodiac dramas like super star academy (to promote xfire finalists) and oh my emperor (which was an xnine drama). now i haven’t watched OME, but SSA gave me enough brain rot and gunk for me to not watch OME. (the only person who could act was baishu), and the story was SO BAD. nevermind the acting, because the boys weren’t initially slated to be actors, but the story was horrible, girl without superpowers suddenly becomes white cult goddess at the end??? WHAT???????? why didn’t ldn just promote them normally !!!!!! are they an actor group or an idol group???? I LOVE XNINE, THEY ARE TALENTED ARTISTS !!!! and eventually some went into acting (xz, guo zifan, gu jiacheng) BUT WAS THAT THE TIME DLFNJNF and then they just kept getting sent into random dramas and movies as random side characters instead of being able to make music and promote????? i’m sorry i’ve been stuck on using dramas to promote x9 for a while because that’s such a SILLY IDEA *vigorously shakes head*

ldn knows how to do survival shows but she doesn’t know how to promote her artists thanks ldn. xnine has so much talented, we know xiao zhan is a great singer, but other main vocalists like wu jiacheng, zhao lei, and peng chuyue are amazing as welll, here’s me plugging this video of zl and pcy performing their self-written song on produce camp because it’s the most beautiful thing ever

-oh yeah somewhere in here insert chen molerat getting outed as a pedo misogynist cheater by his gf who still has the audacity to have xnine in his weibo name because xnine starting to get popular gtfo rat lookin ass i WILL barf, when we say ot8 xnine we mean xnine w/o chen toadratass but sometimes ppl think it’s xnine minus xz which is untrue-

they also have talented rappers (gu jiacheng yan xujia) and dancers (xia zhiguang guo zifan) like xia zhiguang can end me with his spinning flying kick thing and i WILL let him

so YEAH !! TALENT that went to waste because wjjw gave them weird random hiatuses and kept pushing them as actors??? seriously what is with this actor stuff...so that’s why they debuted in 2016 and have very little discography to their name because wjjw just gave up...trying to promote them GOD thank u so much ldn for ur incomptency <3333 xnine had members in diff stages of life (ranging from xz who was born in 91, to yan xujia born in 2001, they were all close tho soo cute) and wjjw really was like nope we’re not gonna try to promote yall’s dreams of becoming singers on the stage because they couldn’t add 34783473 pounds to fat huo mala’s weight

so ya a lot of people are like omg wjjw hates xiao zhan!!! ya no they hate all of xnine but now xz is bringing enough money to make huo mala even fatter so good for huo mala i guess /s

also rumors and any bad media? lol wjjw doesn’t care they do a shit job at handling bad things too WHAT A WELLROUNDED COMPANY

OH ALSO TALK ABOUT HOW THYE HAD 3 DAYS TO PREPARE FOR A CONCERT???????????? WHAT????????? wjjw u mfs

anyway to summarize my rants above wjjw did a SHIT job of promoting xnine as idols when the boys worked so hard and wjjw kept tryna push them to acting bye (some of them can’t act and literally don’t WANT TO ACT HHHSFLNF), wjjw is also horrible at letting all of the xnine members shine when as i mentioned before, they’re ALL TALENTED!!!! and then they just gave up on xnine somewhere in 2017-2018... ok anyway so is xnine disbanded? no although some may say their last concert in dec 2018 was their last concert ever they’re not disbanded

xiao zhan , gu jiacheng, and guo zifan went into acting

wu jiachang is focusing on his music etc (he was actually the first member of xnine i came across when i watched the collaboration/cyzj in 2018...yes carats this is That wu jiacheng!!!) MAN CAN SING

peng chuyue, zhao lei, xia zhiguang, yan xujia all went on produce camp 2019 (aNOTHER SURVIVAL SHOW BC THEY WANTED TO BE ON THE MF STAGE BC THATS WHY THEYRE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE WJJW) along w/ fellow labelmates zhou zhennan and zhai xiao wen ... and everyone but peng chuyue made it to the final 11 spots and got to debut in the group r1se...UNFORTUNATELY ALSO UNDER WJJW HELP SEND HELP

if they’re in r1se does that mean they quit xnine? no! they’re in both that’s just how survival shows work it’s kind of weird

peng chuyue recently released a song and it’s really good and you can’t not tell me that it’s gay here it is

anyway xnine hasn’t disbanded!! the X玖少年团 (xnine) in the non-r1se members’ weibo names say that loud n clear!!! and when the r1se members from xnine won produce camp 2019, they all made xnine signs SO XNINE IS ALIVE and they do keep in contact!!

why haven’t we seen blatant public interactions btwen xiao zhan and the xnine members? because some frickin annoying xz solo stans/xfx claim that the other members use xz for popularity (HELLO??????? IN WHAT WORLD DOES THAT MAKE SENSE HALF OF THEM R LITERALLY HIS KIDS BUT OK)

anyway in conclusion wjjw doesn’t know how to promote any of their artists, thus screwing over xnine members and making them go on a group hiatus where they focus on acting/singing/r1se for r1se members but they are very much xnine as of now !!!

here’s some REALLY GOOD RESOURCES to follow xnine bc as an ifan it’s mf hard

-xnine slideshow

-xnine faq

-xnine eng sub channel by yuer

-all of that content i listed above was made/subbed by one person and she is the queen of uhh...xnine international fandom outreach (????) how do i word it but she’s been subbing and spreading xnine long before xiao zhan’s popularity skyrocketed so go follow her for updates and memes here

-xnine intl fanbase twt and tumblr

-and here’s this twt account with dumb pics of xnine because why not

also i’m pretty sure there’s a wip video explaining x9′s history being created (by yuer because queen) so when that’s posted i’ll rb this and post it here

also here’s this video dragging wjjw

#reply #if i could write my essays with this much passion i'd be a lit major #longlivetonystark

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highdollarroller · 4 years ago

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INVOLVED: Roller Husser, Jennifer Husser, Desna Simms, Polly Marks, & Annalise Zayas LOCATION: D & D Salon; Sarasota, Florida TIME FRAME: - NOTES: Roller comes back to town, scoping out the business nearby the clinic and inadvertently Polly is arrested during his visit.

Roller stepped foot in D & D Nail Salon, which subsequently sat in the same plaza as Suncoast Clinic. He walked into the salon much like he owned it taking a look around at the staff, whistling softly at them. “Who open for a manicure?” he asked them as he stood in the doorway.

Jennifer looked up hearing the chime of the door and she smirked seeing her brother-in-law stroll in. She got up from her chair chuckling lightly at the man and said “this is Bryce’s brother” hugging him gently to her side. “What are you doin’ here?” she asked amused. “When did you get back from Tallahassee?”

Polly turned and smirked as a well muscled man entered the salon. “Well… well, we're all open sugar." She commented, the southern charmer accent strong in the red headed woman. Eyes rolling over the man, she laid her hand on the flat of her check swishing her hips softly to invisible music. She moved forward and offered the not so unfamiliar stranger the back of her hand. "I'm Polly. Enchanté." She said, dropping into the perfect curtsey.

Desna chuckled as she held her hair back away from her chest, allowing Quiet Ann to spritz her liberally with water. Her laughter melted into a puddle, the moment the mini giant walked in. Posing ass youngsters, she thought rolling her eyes. There was nothing worse than a white boy who had aspirations of being a rapper. Eh. Rolling back into an upright position, her back arched. Oh lord, she thought picking up a towel. It was worse than she thought. He was a Husser.

Quiet Ann lowered the spray bottle, slowly her lip curdling into a perfect scowl. She sized the newcomer up, Versace down. Gym rat. Cock sure. HUSSIER. Je vais devoir tirer sur ce gars dans les couilles. She thought moving back to her station.

“Just got back in town” Roller said, paying Jenn no real attention as he eyed the thick framed woman picking up a towel before him. He walked forward a bit and licked his lips “you gon’ take care of me baby?” He asked the chocolate skinned woman, smirking all the while.

Desna patted her neck then dabbed down deliberately across her chest before drying her hands with the towel. "Sure my station is right here." She said using the towel to point toward her spot. She tossed the towel in the cleaning bag and swayed over to take her seat.

“Uncle daddy got you working at that clinic already?” Jennifer asked Roller, moving to follow up behind him as he sat down at Desna’s station.

Roller licked his lips slowly as he moved towards the woman’s station. Hearing his sister-in-law he looked back at her as he pulled his pants leg up a bit and sat down in the chair. “Yeah, he needed someone with my talents to run the business” he said smoothly. He turned to the pretty chocolate thing in front of him and smirked “y’all take cash or credit?” He asked her.

Desna hummed, taking the younger man's hand in her's. She ran her hand over his knuckles, the feel of them confirmed his Hussier lineage. While the massage of his palm proved more unclear. Smooth yet calloused. She grabbed the file, surveying him at his comment. Credit card this nigga was fresh out the joint… "We prefer cash and avoiding felonies".

Smirking lightly Jennifer walked past the two and said “this is Desna” gesturing the woman, as she looked at Roller.

Roller smirked a little and said “all right Desna” in a calm tone. “Mind if I call you D?” He asked her curiously.

Desna raised her eyebrows. Holding his hand in her's. "Honey, you can call me whatever you want. As long as you tip big" she said with a roll of her neck. "Okay.."

Polly snapped her finger, "oka_ah!" She said rolling her tongue.

Jennifer chimed with a “okay” back to Desna as she sat in her station cleaning up the space.

Roller looked at Desna and then to the other women behind her chiming in. “Shh shh” he said slyly, telling the other women to shut up. “A lady ‘bout her paper” he said looking back down at Desna “I like that”.

Desna rolled her eyes, lips twisted into a pout. She smooth the file over his fingernails filing them down. "So." She said glancing up at the man. "What were you doing in Tallahassee? Is that where you're from?"

Roller watched the woman file his nails before he looked at her. “Self evaluating” he replied back to her slyly. “9 months of self evaluation and isolation” he said, looking up at Jennifer. “It was therapeutic.”

Jennifer looked at Roller and chuckled “is that what y’all do in the pen?” She asked him, giving him a knowing look as she moved to place various bottles of nail polish back where they belong.

Desna slowed listening then stopped her filing, cackling with amusement. Her chest rose and fell "Is that so?" She said, catching her breath. "Boy you play three much."

Roller eyes snapped towards Jennifer “aye, chill” he said to her knowingly. She was telling too much of his business to the streets right now. He looked over at Desna “a smile” he commented. “This is light work, I usually play harder on dates.”

Desna pursed her lips. "On a date?" She resumed her filing, finishing his thumb she places his hand in the soaking bowl. "I thought you were on an isolated retreat." she said sticking out her tongue. Chucking as she started, his other had.

“Was” Roller reminded her “my mind was freed” he told her so “so it’s open to wander” he explained as his eyes rolled over her mounds and curves again. He sat up a bit checking her out on the other side before he looked back down at her work.

Desna nodded her understanding, moving to pick up the cuticle pusher. She laid his hand in the bowl, then retrieved the one that had been soaking. “So you out here wildin now. Already a working Hussier and living your best life. This explains the party Uncle daddy is throwing tonight.” She said, shaking her ass in the seat. “After the morning I’ve had I can wait.”

Polly moved over to her chair bumping Desna’s shoulder with a bony hip. “Ohhh… I wasn’t sure you were going to go sugar. But I have this new dress from Vera Wang. I’ve been dying to wear.” He squealed both hands going to her chest.

Roller chuckled “I’m pretty tamed actually” he corrected her, lying through his teeth. “Oh you gone come and shake yo thing huh?” He asked her with a smirk. “Good,” he said with a deep voice. As Polly moved over he looked up at her with a smirk on his face, Vera Wang, sure.

Jennifer chuckled as she moved around the salon freely. Shaking her head a little at Polly’s comment.

Desna stilled her hand, and tried to keep the bitch please look off her face. “I can’t wait to see you wearing either poly bird. Or shaking it, girl.” She said swatting the woman on the side. Head shaking she went back to work on the younger man’s hands. “Tame as a barracuda I bet.” Desna quipped, pushing back the cuticles on his ring. The deep rumble of his voice, viberated up through his large hands. Desna thought again how laughable the word tame was in reference to the grown boy in front of her. Giggling, swirling her more than ample hips in the chair again. “I’mma do a little something… something.” She winked. “And if it's an open bar we might teach the dancers a thing or three.”

Polly smiled warmly down at Desna. With a look of shock, “You know Vera Wang?” She asked Roller, with a smile. “A man of many interests, I see.” She said moving over to speak with Quiet Ann.

“I should be asking you that Polly” Roller replied back to her, licking his lips slowly. At her comment he dipped his head hiding his dimples and amusement before he leaned his head back up, playing it cool. He nodded his head slowly. “We will see,” he said to her.

Polly laughed, “Roller…” She said exhaudrating his name. “It's a fashion designer, silly.”

Desna moved on to trimming his nails. She laid his hand out in front of her, and dug around in the alcohol solution for the clippers. “Love and Hate” she read from off the knuckles of his fingers. “Which one hits harder?” She asked, drawing up his right hand to begin the trim.

Laying his hand out for her he smirked at Polly nodding his head, duh bitch, swirling in Roller’s mind. Looking back at Desna he looked at his knuckles “about the same” he said easily “especially these days” he replied.

“He has a mean right hook” Jennifer tossed out, as she began to file her own nails gently looking them over.

“Mhm” Desna hummed, doubting with her entire soul this man loved anything but himself. At Jenn’s comment, her head swiveled in her direction and rolled her eyes so hard the socket of her eyes hurt. “Shut up!” She said, before laughing loudly again. “No, no now every tattoo has a story. So..” she said, eyeing her new client, “Was there a reason for these?” She asked, tracing his tattoos with her nails.

Roller looked at Jenn, looking around Desna then back at the woman. “Um” he said, moving his shoulders from side to side before he said “the two things that drive and divide the world” he shrugged. “Doesn’t need an explanation honestly. Whose Dean?” He asked looking into her eyes.

Desna clipped his thumb and pointer finger then paused to listen to his explanation. “Untrue. It does need an explanation. Unless your dumb ass that just likes have random shit drawn into your skin” she levied a searching look, then smiled sweetly. “But there is some depth to your reason. You’re not lying But -For a Hussier - I would have thought you would have put love and money. If that’s not Uncle Daddies montra it should be.” She went back to work snipping down the rest of his nails. “Dean is the love of my life.” She said with a moment of hesitation.

Roller listened to the woman as she spoke and he continued to watch her face as well. “Money is good, yeah” he agreed, leaving off his other thoughts about the topic. “I ain’t uncle daddy” he clarified with her simply. “Lucky dude, Dean,” he said, eyeing her tattoo. “Must be a cool dude, you done tattooed his name and shit” he breathed.

“Preach!” Desna chanted, “Give me enough cash and at this point I can buy love” She laughed. “No,” She said, squinting at the man as she moved to his other hand. “I didn’t mean any disrespect. And like you and I both know. Money is important. Getting it and keeping it.” As the words came from her mouth, Polly said the words allowed while Quiet Ann mouth along. “I should hope he knows so.” Desna went on after a moment. “Literally the best man I’ve ever known. Second to none. Giving, takes care of me, and has always been my biggest supporter.”

Jennifer looked to Quiet-Ann and Polly, smirking a little at the thought of Dean. Over the years he’d managed to become someone special to all of them actually.

Roller nodded his head at her “it’s cool” he said ignoring everything else she’d said “yeah keeping it can be a bitch and a half, I guess that’s why people shouldn’t bank so much on it” he said. As she explained to him who Dean is he nodded slowly at her “hope he stays that way” he said sensibly.

“Touche’” Desna said, with a heavy and sober sigh . His words were a fever dream of the rich. “And easier said than done for most of us.” She said honestly, picking up the file again she evened out her tips, “He has been that way for the better part of 20 years. I should be safe.”

“Twenty-Years?” Roller questioned “marry that bitch” he replied simply. “Fuck y’all waitin’ on, God to return?” he asked her.

Desna burst out laughing. "Sir, who says I'm not married? She said side-eying him. "No. Dean is my brother. D and D in the shop name stands for us. Desna and Dean."

Roller jerked his neck “your brother” he repeated “oh I see” he said nodding his head. “Dean is your brother…” he said again. “So I guess you not married” he said.

"Not yet. I don't have time for a husband." Desna said, reviewing her handy work. "Did you want a clear top coat?"

Roller nodded his head at her and said “is the work complete without it?”

Desna placed oil in the palm of her hand and began to massage the man's arms. She needed his forearms lightly, reading the word as she went. "Nope." She said, shaking her head. "Carpe DIEM? What does that mean?"

At her question Roller looked at the tattoo and then to her “seize the day” he said to her, giving her it’s simplest meaning. His phone buzzed and he looked down before he looked back up at her.

Desna reapplied oil to her hands and nodded "okay" She thought, moving over to his free hand. "I like that…" she finished then laid his hand down and used a cotton ball to go over his fingernails. picking up the bottle of clear top coat she knocked in the palm of her hand before twisting the top off the bottles.

“Oh yeah” Roller said to her as he looked around the place, it wasn’t bad but it could have been better. “You the boss huh?” he asked her.

Desna started with his pinky and lovingly began to apply an even coat of polish. She glared up and looked around the shop and the women in it, before going back to her labors. "Yes sir." She sang with a proud smirk. "It's our place. But yes, I'm the boss."

Roller around again nodding his head at her as she explained that she in fact owns the stop and that the other women worked for her. Just taking note of that in his own head.

Desna worked in silence for a while. Taking care not to get polish on the flesh around his fingertip. "Would you like a pedicure as well."

“Why not” Roller said to her simply “you kinda good with your hands” he complimented.

Desna grimaced, rolling her eyes. "Mhm" she mouthed, finishing his nails. "Quiet Ann, would you set him up for me?"

Roller looked over at the dyke and he tilted his head, looking back at Desna. He pursed his lips however, it would do he guessed.

Quiet Ann flexed her chin towards Desna acknowledging her request. She rose to her feet, returning Roller’s gaze. Trouble. Was written all over this Eminem what to be. The quicker he was out the shop the more comfortable she would be. Ann unshouldered the bat, resting it by door, then cracked her knuckles. She moved to the pedicure chair, turning on the tap. She would normally do the pedicures herself, but look at the undercarriage of a set of balls wasn’t on her to do list for the day. She let the water run over her hands, checking the temperature, then smirked as she threw in two over large handfuls of tavender scented water softener. Hell, he might actually like.

“Desna.” Polly sung, a wide smirk on her face, she rubbed her hands together. “I have got something for you. I picked up last night. I saw it and it had your name written all over it”

Desna rose from her station, smoother her hands over her waist, beaconing Roller to follow her over to the pedicure station. She swayed across to the bowl, bending to check the temperature herself. “I hope you like it hot?” She threw back at the man, but for turning to face Polly. “Polly, I don't need anything -” She said matter of fact knowing the wicked ways of her friend. “What do you mean it had my name written on it? They haven’t started making Desna dollars yet?”

“Desna Dollar, Sug. That will be the day. No.. It’s an air conditioner for Dean.” She giggled.

“Oh…” Desna said voice lighting, she moved to Roller’s side to help him remove his shoes. She went down easily in the stilettos, she wore, undoing his laces. “Thank you Polly. Do I even want to ask where you found it?”

Roller followed behind the thicker framed woman, watching her as she assisted in preparation of his pedicure. He looked at the woman who was assigned the job again before he stroked his beard and looked towards the owner and the redhead. As she moved to unlace his shoes he lowered himself in the chair stretching his long legs.

“It just happened to be a gift from one of the seniors I work with.” Polly rang her hands together, eyes shift noticeably under Desna’s questions.

Desna removed the man’s shoe and sock. The cupped the foot in her hand, rubbing over it lightly then, worked his pant leg up over his well formed calves. She had to give it to the boy. He worked out. Lowering his foot in the water, she chuckled darkly, pivoting on her heels, she glanced over at Polly. “I had it right. I don’t want to know.” She interjected, cutting off any further explanation. “Thank you, Polly. Dean will love it. You know how hot his room gets at night.” “Be careful your nails are still wet.” She chastised, returning her attention to her client, She patted the side of his leg softly, then repeated the process of removing his foot wear and added his other leg to the water. She went back up to a standing position easily, “Shit Polly, you know I have to pick up my car. Where is the air conditioner? Did you need me to pick it up?” She adjusted the arm of Roller’s chair, laying his arms on the rest, as she inspected his fingers, “massage?” She asked the over-sized man satisfied he hand messed his nails.

Roller watched the attentive way the woman removed his shoes and rolled up his pants and he smirked to himself. He only looked up to Polly when he really started to overhear the conversation they were having with one another. He looked around slowly before he looked back at Polly amused. When Desna asked him if he wanted a massage he said “why not” easily.

Polly swatted her hand dismissively at Desna. “Sug. I’ll keep at my house until you can get by. “By the way… how much you think it’s going to cost to get your car running- ”

Desna smirked, pushing the buttons of the massage chair the man was seated in. “The magic finger will take good care of you.” The chair came to life, the mechanisms behind the leather cover, moving up the man’s back. “No-” Desna turned, snapping her sharpened manicured nails at her longtime friend. she turned and snapped her perfectly sculpted nails, “No- Not today, yesterday or tomorrow. You want to help me Pual? Let’s see how we can get more but in these empty seats.”

Roller smirked at the woman lightly, offering her a head nod as the seat began to do its job. He began to relax a little more as he looked down at the one they called Quiet Ann. He looked back up at the other women as they spoke, intensely listening.

Jennifer looked between Polly and Desna, shaking her head a bit as she stood upright from her chair, sitting her nail file down against her station. “Come over here” she said, gesturing the women towards the office, before ushering them towards it.

Quiet Ann eyes widened with an innocent that seemed real enough to the untrained eye. "What?" She asked a dainty run towards the private office entrances.

Desna rolled her eyes and sighed as Jenn stepped in to meditate. She moved over to her station grabbing her bag before swaying into the close space of intersacom. "Jenn what was all that about?" She asked, dropping her bag by the corner of her desk. She picked up the huge pile of past due stamped bills. She riffled through the mail playing her favorite game of who gets paid this week. Settling on the light bill, she dropped the rest and slid into her office chair.

“We can’t get people in chairs because of conversations like that” Jennifer said to the two women as she sat down in a chair looking out at the nearly empty establishment. She looked at her brother-in-law and said “besides, I really wanted to say that Roller” she smirked looking at Desna then back at her brother-in-law “sees something he wants…”

Quiet Ann entered the office. The insistent ushering hadn’t included her directly but when did it ever. She closed the door to the room, with a firm push, then moved over to the blinds, raising them up to better keep an eye on the salon floor. The best idea she ever had. The one way glass let them see out while keeping prying eyes at bay. She thought folding her arms over her chest, she kept her eyes firmly planted on Roller.

Desna cackled, clucking her tongue. “Please- that is a lie from the pits of hell. Most of these heffas love some good gossip.” She said, opening the check book on her desk. She wrote of the check, pausing over the date line as she contemplated putting the wrong date on the check on purpose. She felt more than saw Jenn looking towards her, she pursed her lips and mumbled, “A mix tape…”

Polly moved over to stand beside Quiet Ann. Surveying the new addition to the strip mall. “Mhm..” She said with a sly smirk, agreeing with Jenn. “He’s a big boy Desna… A real big boy.”

Jennifer looked at Polly and chuckled “mhm, a real big boy” she replied back to her. “And I am not even going to comment back to that mixtape jab” she said pointing a perfectly manicured nail at Desna. “What’s wrong with roller?” she asked her.

Desna groaned, then filled in the correct date. The bill had to be paid, there was no use in dodging it. She cut her eyes at Jenn. ”A Hussier through and through. For starters his name is Roller.” She said, shaking his head.

Polly folded over laughing. “Oh.. Desna. I can’t believe you. It’s the pnk dick. Isn’t it.” She said her tone smug.

“What’s wrong with a pink dick?” Jennifer asked looking over at Polly.

Ann dropped her arms, eyes still on the younger man. “She wants a black dick.” She said, once again having to state the obvious.

“Woah .. Woah.” Desna said, waving her hands. “I am right here. I can hear y'all. And don’t tell me what kind of dick I want.” She told them, “I just don’t have time for thug love wanna be.”

“As a woman who has experienced a rainbow of pensises” she said with a sly chuckle. “All of them are black once you turn the lights off” she mused, before she began to laugh.

Desna gave Jenn a withering look as she rose to her feet. “That maybe but I am a business woman. And in the cold light of day. That wanna to be Hussier ain’t gonna take me where I wanna go.” She told the girls, eyeing the man suspiciously.

“We could double date,” Jennifer said playfully back to Desna.

“Or we could not.” Desna said back, turning on her friend, as she moved back towards the door.

“I’d snuggle to that pink dick, if it got me a gold watch.” Polly told the room, no hint of playfulness in her voice.

Desna swat her with the papers in her hand and chuckled as she pulled the office door open.

Quiet Ann shook her head. Sighing as she stepped up and lowered the binds. Hiding the one way glass from sight. No one knew about it and she wanted to keep it that way.

“Polly” Jennifer said with a shake of her head as they walked out of the office. She moved back to her station and began to organize to pass time.

Roller looked up as the woman returned, shifting in his seat as he looked Desna up and down slowly. He needed her, preferably in his bed but in a perfect world at his side and beckoning call like the other chicks in his life.

Polly smirked looking back at Desna as she moved past her. Eye going back to the salon floor she ran directly into the over predatory stare Roller. She chuckled a bit more, licking her lips as she slipped back into her perfect southern accent, “Did you need anything sugar?” She asked Roller looking towards her best friend and boss.

Quiet Ann smiled at the woman’s antics as she left the office. She took the Newports from her top pocket, slipping one of the squares between her lips. She was almost to her perch by the door when she caught sight of the 3 black and white cruisers just outside the shop's doors. “5 - 0.” She hissed, pointing at the windows.

There was only one person they could be here for. Desna rushed towards the door, eyes widening. She didn’t even look back as she barked instructions. “Polly Go!” She yelled, pointing towards the back of the shop. “Get out of here now.” She ordered, only concern heavy in her voice.

Polly’s hand covered her mouth as cold recognition came over her. “I’m sorry…” She said, apologize eyes watering as she looked between the women. Quiet Ann, Jenn, then back to Desna. “I’m so sorry.”

“Polly Go!” Both Desna and Anne screamed trying to get the woman to move.

Polly started, and rushed towards the back door. Only she was too late. Two large cops came in the back way. “Polly Marks, you are under arrest.” The biggest of the two cops said, taking the woman by the arm. Polly squirmed and turned futally to go back the other way, Only the cops were coming in the front of the shop by this point, pushing past Desna and Quiet Ann. Hot tears were falling now as a bone deep fear set in.

Desna yelled, move towards her friend, “you don’t have to grab her like that. Polly. Don’t struggle.” She said, trying to calm the woman. “Don’t worry Polly I’m going to get you out. Okay.” She said, trying to keep the woman’s attention focused on her and not the men pulling her out of the shop. “I promise Polly we are coming to get you.” She promised again, even as they bodily pushed her out of the shop door.

Roller looked at some of the items that were displayed near him and he sat a bottle back down before he looked up hearing the words “5-0” leave one of the women. He watched as the officer drug the red hair out of the building and he said “damn” with a headshake. “Y’all some real gangster up in here” a smirk on his face.

Desna hand went to the side of her head. How was she going to get Polly out of jail? Was already the most pressing thought on her mind. She swirled back to look at the smirking giant still propped up in the pedicure chair. “Shut up!” She hissed, not finding a damn thing funny.

Jennifer licked her lips “what are we going to do?” she asked her curiously, eyes moving over to Roller and the few other people in the building. “You and quiet Ann should go..” she suggested “and I’ll stay and run things” she told them. They all couldn’t go and leave the shop closed for the day they needed whatever they’d make.

Desna moved towards Jennifer grabbing her hand for support. “I don’t know Jenn. “Ummm” She said, hand going to her forehead. “They have to set her bond first. Then we can get her out. If I can find the money..” She tossed around her option mentally for a moment, sighed, frowning as she made the only decision she could. Squeezing Jenn hand, she let the woman go and moved off towards her office. “For right now, Ann, take me to Willy,I need to ask his ass for a favor.

Jennifer looked at the woman and nodded “okay” she told her simply what else could there have been said in the moment. At Desna’s words she moved before Roller and sat down, she placed a pair of gloves on and looked up at him. “Here, let me get you out of here” she breathed as she prepared to complete his pedicure herself.

“You know they ain’t let her ass go” Roller said looking down at Jenn, he relaxed more. “Not off that shit y’all was talking ‘bout” he told her in a gruff voice. “Damn I need one of these chairs at home” he said looking down at it. “Hit me up with you girl tho” he added looking back down. “Let me take her up out this tied ass shit” he said gesturing to the building.

Jennifer looked up at Roller and she sighed “do you think I need that right now?” she asked him seriously. She smacked her teeth at him and shook her head “I tried, she’s not biting. She knows whose family you belong to” she told him as she began to scrub his feet. “Besides we will be out of this building one day and into another, watch” she replied.

Roller chuckled at that “hard to get” he said to him as he stroked his beard and leaned his head back. “I like a chase” he smirked to himself as he thought about it. “We’ll see….”

#samcedes rp #thread: welcome back #thread

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Can you share a bit of your perspective on each pentagon member’s personality?? I’m just getting into the group and trying to familiarize myself with each member 😬

this is going to be long but, essentially…

hui; professional, quiet, and composed when he’s actively promoting on individual programs, but straight up crackhead when he’s with his members. always willing to put his group first, and considers all his members like family. when asked “your members must give you a hard time because you’re the leader” he says “no, it’s not a burden. my members are all very kind and are the first people to lend a hand to me when I need help.” loves to shop and steals other people’s clothes. will literally bother kino until death, and even in the afterlife.

jinho; A LITTLE GIANT!!!!! LITERALLY!!!!!! playful but mature through all the years of living alone, and training for debut. he loves to sing and if there is an opportunity to, he’ll never refuse. eats other people’s food, always gets embarrassed over acting cute but will still do it if someone asks. actually cooks and makes food members want to eat, but is easily scared. gets picked up very often.

kino; loves music and dancing. always clowned on for being sensitive, but the sensitivity stems from him wanting their performances to be perfect and loved. produces unique, creative and stylist songs for pentagon’s b-side tracks and helps to choreograph some of their dances. hates uniformed clothing, hates being bothered, hates being interrupted but all his members will do exactly that because they know he hates it. loves universes forever and ever.

shinwon; out of his mind…. pranks and jokes the most within pentagon, but also monitors all of his member’s activities and supports them by going to their individual shows, performances and promotions. knows all of kino’s self made songs, and crashes all his member’s v-lives (meaning he watches them regularly). eats hamburgers all day, took off his pants in pentagon maker. most famous physical attribute are shoulders wider than the circumference of the earth.

yuto; honestly? follow @yutoism I talk about him everyday. In short, the greatest and hottest person to ever have been born. not one second goes by where I don’t cry over yuto’s mere existence. loves tofu, hates ghosts. can’t eat spicy, loves his members. uses wooseok’s baby photo as his phone case.

hongseok; multilingual king. handsome and muscular, but sings with a warm tone. doesn’t wake up on time, but justifies it as he waits for all the members to finish up so he’ll check all the lights are turned off or doors or locked before they leave. loves ironman and marvel literally more than life itself and anybody who even looks at his ironman figure will be beheaded. laughs literally like HWAKAKKKHAHAHAHKAHAH

yeoone; not funny. does the same spongebob impression any single moment he can even if he’s not prompted to. asmr king, like literally all his asmr videos get more views than pentory episodes lmao…. one of the prettiest members of pentagon and sleeps all the time. can’t wake up for shit, but will still ask what the members want for breakfast when he does. forgot to flush the toilet once, and is shamed by members because of it.

yanan; always sick…. so members love, miss and cherish him a lot. makes bad acrostic poems, and lives with yeoone so always rats on him for having foot odor. quiet and relatively sane but has his moments of going off the walls. screamed at a cake.

wooseok; loves being called “penjelbe” which is an shortening of the phrase “pentagon’s best baby.” dumb tall, so gives piggy back rides to all his hyungs. hates cucumbers, and will scream like a white girl in a horror film for fun. silly but filled with love, and one of the best rappers of our generation hands down. show me the money keeps on having seasons because they’re waiting for wooseok to join. looks good in any hairstyle.

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jawbreakers2015 · 6 years ago

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Player Profile: Hang

avid modder, occasional TO and montage video producer from Germany top 12 in the Jawbreakers Stunfest Qualifier (artwork of Drop by Kagu)

What names do you go by?

I used to go by Troke for the entirety of April. Which was based on a dumb coincidence where I talked to Neer and had one of my usual mobile spelling errors and I wrote "I'm having ha troke" instead of "having a stroke".

I wanted to go away from "Hang Boy" since quite some time as I specifically wanted to get rid of the "Boy" and just "Hang" felt wrong and was still associated to Hang Boy anyway. But I guess I'm back to that now.

Reason to why I wanted to rid myself of "Boy" was as simple as me linking my online persona to my OC (By choosing her for profile pictures on basically any platform) which then of course lead people to believe she is a male based on the thought "Hey this is Hang Boy. So the profile picture must also be Hang Boy".

The name Hang Boy btw occurred just as I started my first step into the internet, when I was a big fan of the Binding of Isaac. So i needed an online name and I ventured through Isaac related things. Which was when I came across the Tarot card "Hanged Man". So I just took that and adjusted a bit.

How do you feel about your performance in this tournament?

Was pretty okay. I didn't expect to get far into it. Although I'm a bit sad I didn't make the Top 8 picture. Only needed one win more as well.

However I would have been disappointed in everyone else, if they allowed for me to reach Top 3. So good that didn't happen.

What was your strategy preparing for and competing in the tournament?

I haven't played Blaze in weeks. The only times I played recently was to get some recordings for a Toxic montage. Right before the tournament I was more worried to finish my Isaac run. Which I did win!

And during the tournament was pretty much just "Turn some nice music on, jam to it, play some Nitro, do some silly cuff shenanigans, do dumb parry grab down throws so the viewers can laugh over something".

I did "fly" with Nitro in one match but sadly it wasn't streamed so only Hellraiser was able to see the glory of Flying Cuff™.

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Which was your hardest match of the tournament?

Hellraiser I suppose. He did kick me out of it. I never really played him or saw him play and he didn't fall for my aggressive playstyle, so it was a tough time.

What surprised you most about the tournament?

Cherry's second place finish. I know he's good, I think he's underrated even.

But second place is a really good finish. Even more so beating JawDrop since, in my opinion, he has some of the craziest tech and can be really really confusing to play against.

(Yea he also has weird lag even tho he lives in France but whatever :p)

Is there anyone you didn’t face that you wish you did?

I would have wanted to play Defur if possible. To some degree I see his entrance as a sort of meme entry. But jokes aside and game aside, I can only take my hat off to this man and his effort for the tournament scene.

Sadly didn't get to play Daio. It feels like a tradition to face off against him in FellowsTV hosted tournaments. Which always goes the same way tbf. He counters my playstyle hard, I'm annoyed to play against him, don't bother changing my playstyle in order to win, get demolished. But the tradition counts!

I'd put Neer in the same boat. Hate playing against him but it just kinda has to be.

How did you get into Lethal League?

A friend bought it for me. We played a couple of games, he had to leave. I went into QM, found Garu, got absolutely demolished, he friended me and pulled me into it.

I specifically remember seeing his Latch corpse juggles and thinking "Man this is so cool, I want to be able to do this too". So right of the bat I started to play for the style, which is what I still go by.

Style > Efficiency

It feels bad not having paid for LL nor Blaze but I bought LL for a bunch of friends so guess that checks out.

What's your current Lethal League experience?

450+ hours in LL 340 hours in Blaze (As of now. 26.4.2019) And a giant bunch of hours of community interaction and modding.

I was very excited when asked to be beta testing and it fulfilled a childhood dream of being in video game credits.

Despite only getting into Beta a month before release, I stacked up 90 hours before the game came out. Lots of 9 hour playtime days. It was massive fun.

I bought almost all of the merch...got most signed by Tim & Dion too. I went to the Netherlands twice to meet TR. It was fun, they are cool people. Watching Dion doing a live dance off was pretty rad ngl.

I brought self made cheesecake the second time, but Tim had to get it into the building since they check your bags for normal visitors and it wasn't allowed to bring food.

I'll never forget the sight of Tim with his big bag looking like he's smuggling a bomb into a convention.

Who are your main/side/counter character picks?

Everything. So yes random, it's random.

However I most enjoy playing Nitro because of all the dumb things he can do. Especially flying, cuff storage (specifically for down angle on the ground, to just pull a little bit forward) and half pull.

Doombox is also very fun. Special>bunt>smash>parry>special>repeat can chain pretty often on some opponents and is hilarious.

The only characters I "despise" playing are Toxic and Sonata. But only because I'm really bad with them.

What are your favourite character outfits?

Dust and Ashes. Just their whole design.

For real tho. There's not really skins that stick out to me since I use my own modded ones.

Can you share your favourite/most used custom outfit?

Hm I missed that that's not "outfits"...well take a load of skins! In order

Mothyman Jeviman Spacetor Golden Switch Drop Palette Sonata Supercharged Latch PaDice-a the Rapper Skull Grunt Supercharged Grid Supercharged Doombox Dropbox FYouBox Nitro with a blue, white and mint color scheme I made for every character and lastly my Toxic skin with that same color scheme

What are your stage preferences?

Idc. I play random so who really cares. I guess insert the usual "Paradise field eclipse succs!!!"

What input method do you use?

PS4 Controller Dpad for movement L1 Bunt R1 Swing R2 Grab

I used to play LL on a cheap SNES controller using only face buttons. When I was over at Dutch Comic Con with Serchiot I played a couple games of Blaze with his PS4 controller and really liked his layout and the feel of the controller. So I just sneakily stole his layout and got myself a PS4 controller.

Coming from all face buttons, I needed some time to get used to it. But in my opinion it's just superior this way.

How do you make your character montage videos?

I have two ways of recording clips. Just consciously recording with OBS or putting Shadowplay on and saving every time something cool happens. I usually just boot up Blaze and jump into ranked to get some games in. With the Toxic montage it was a bit different since I now have a 4K monitor but 4K can hardly be recorded at 60fps and setting the output resolution in OBS to 1080p got me weird screen effects. So every time I went to record, I put the resolution of my monitor to 1080p in order to at least get that in good quality. Then I just cut all the good clips out of the recordings and mix ‘n’ match ‘em. What's usually the hardest decision is what music to use. There's been a couple of songs that I'd like to use, but they either don't fit over Blaze gameplay, don't fit my playstyle or were just the wrong length.

My two favourite Montages are definitely for Candyman and Nitro. Candyman took a long way to develop, because I just wanted to show off so much. It's one of the few montages where I actually asked higher skill players for games instead of jumping into ranked. Picking the song was really hard, I was only sure I wanted a Klaus Veen track, but OD V2 was too mainstream and most others were too short. So in the end I opted for two songs with a break in between the montage. Splitting the clips into two sets, each song one. With the second part containing what I considered the more hype bursts.

And for Nitro I actually had the montage pretty much done, but I wasn't too happy with it. Still planned to just upload it like that tho. However when I saw the Nitro voice actor interact with a community member in a way that could only be described as "incredibly wholesome", I was inspired to redo most, if not all, of the clips and do the best I could. For the first time actually going into training mode to lab some combos (mostly corpse juggles tbf) and eventually learning Flying Cuff™ too. Watching JawDrops Blazin' Combo video and taking a slice off the Nitro plays there. Which resulted in a montage I am very happy with.

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What other games do you play?

It differs from time to time.

The only games I always come back to are retro games like SMW, CTR or something like Mario Kart 8D. Which I always enjoy playing at local tournaments and pretty successfully so even. People just can't handle it when someone plays with one hand.

Atm I also like playing TBoI Rebirth.

Will you come to Stunfest?

Probably not. Driving/Flying over to France is just very expensive. I would love to meet all my Baguettes (Lusked, Jawdrop, Aru and Lalou, who stated he can't make it due to exams, yes I know). But exams and the neer-ing end of my apprenticeship is leaving a lot of work to be done.

So it probably won't fit into my schedule. However never say no! Trips to Blaze events aren't uncommon for me.

Is there anything else you’d like to say to the community?

Play the game for fun, not for glory.

Stop rubbing yourself for an imaginary title that doesn't mean anything as there's not even any competition for it.

I can't stress enough how great Soda City Funk by Tim Legend is. Go listen to it right now.

And for my last words. Be more like Kota. And remember, We love Ramkat <3

#Jawbreakers #Lethal League Blaze #Player Profile #Hang Boy #Hang #Europe #Jaw Breakers #Lethal League #Team Reptile

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thecomicsnexus · 6 years ago

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Heroes for Hope

HEROES FOR HOPE DECEMBER 1985 BY CHRIS CLAREMONT, ANN NOCENTI, JIM STARLIN, JIM SHOOTER, STAN LEE, ED BRYANT, LOUISE SIMONSON, STEPHEN KING, BILL MANTLO, ALAN MOORE, HARLAN ELLISON, JO DUFFY, MIKE BARON, DENNY O’NEIL, GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, BRUCE JONES, STEVE ENGLEHART, MIKE GRELL, ARCHIE GOODWIN, BERNIE WRIGHTSON...

JOHN ROMITA JR, JOHN BUSCEMA, BRENT ANDERSON, JOHN BYRNE, CHARLES VESS, RICHARD CORBEN, MIKE KALUTA, FRANK MILLER, BRIAN BOLLAND, JOHN BOLTON, STEVE RUDE, BRET BLEVINS, HERB TRIMPE, GRAY MORROW, PAUL GULACY, ALAN WEISS, JACKSON GUICE, HOWARD CHAYKIN...

AL GORDON, KLAUS JANSON, JOE SINNOTT, TERRY AUSTIN, DAN GREEN, JEFF JONES, JON J MUTH, TOM PALMER, AL MILGROM, BILL SIENKIEWICZ, P. CRAIG RUSSELL, CARL POTTS, AL WILLIAMSON, SAL BUSCEMA, BOB LAYTON, JOE RUBINSTEIN, STEVE LEIALOHA, WALT SIMONSON...

DAINA GRAZIUNAS, MARIE SEVERIN, BOB SHAREN, PETRA SCOTESE, CHRISTIE SCHEELE, MICHELLE WRIGHTSON, GLYNIS OLIVER, GEORGE ROUSSOS, LESLIE ZAHLER AND JANET JACKSON (NOT THAT JANET JACKSON)

SYNOPSIS

The X-men are attacked by a strange entity that makes them feel despair and end up going to Ethiopia to help people against the famine (and fighting this entity after a while).

OFFICIAL CONTEXT

CONTEXT BY CHRISTOPHER PRIEST

The most heated racial episode in my career occurred during Marvel's production of their charity book for Ethiopian famine victims. Promoted as work from "the top writers and artists in the industry-- the very best of the very best," profits from this effort were going to be donated to help the poor starving Africans. It was a truly noble effort, one the entire industry rallied behind (at least until DC decided to do their own book, thus dividing the talent pool along company lines). Denys Cowan dropped by and mentioned, amused, that he'd seen the list of talent working on the famine relief project. There wasn't a single African American creator invited to participate. This actually amused me tremendously, and I went over the list myself to make sure, but, yup, no blacks had been thought of as, "the very best of the very best," and none were invited to work on this book.

Tickled, I picked up the phone and called Larry Hama, telling him no blacks were on the list. Larry was hugely amused, and suggested we do our own charity relief book for the poor white trash of Appalachia. He and I howled with laughter, and then shook off the dumbness of it all and got on with our lives.

Only, a white staffer had overheard part of the conversation (I assume the notion of my "recruiting" Hama to do my "own alternate charity book"), and some warped interpretation of my conversation with Hama got reported down the hall to the X-MEN office (where the book was being developed). The editors became incensed and loudly demanded my head on a plate for, essentially, inciting the black talent to stop working for Marvel. I mean, this thing got blown to huge proportions, so much so that, by the end of the day, it was largely accepted as fact that I was organizing a walkout of black talent, and the EIC kind of put me and the X-Men editor in a room to negotiate a deal.

I just couldn't stop laughing. I mean, it was all so stupid. These were stupid people. It was extremely stupid to do an African relief charity project and not invite any damned Africans to work on it. It was even sillier for these stupid people to invent some massive protest out of a silly joke in a 30-second phone call with Larry Hama.

The X-Men Ed was not amused, and refused to believe me when I said I had no intention of bad-mouthing the project. I was invited to participate, but I just chuckled and said, "No affirmative action, please." And this just set the Ed off into a screaming match that could be heard everywhere in the office, "What is WRONG with you? Why do you have to make a RACIAL ISSUE OUT OF EVERYTHING?!?!?!"

It just got out of control, and the episode (along with my paying my assistant to stay home on MLK's birthday once it was ratified as a national holiday but Marvel refused to recognize it, other than the numbingly patronizing "We got us our own holiday" speech by Luke Cage in the VISION & SCARLET WITCH Miniseries) fairly cemented my pariah status at Marvel. Without saying a word and without actually doing anything, I was routinely assumed to be some radical activist who saw everything as a race issue.

I felt trapped in a world of loons. It was totally no-win, and I tended to simply withdraw from the office more and more, from people who, in my view, had now invented a justification to do what they'd been doing all along: fencing themselves off from me.

CONTEXT BY JIM SHOOTER

Pam had arranged for Oxfam America to receive our donation. Their reaction to our offer, at first, was what one might expect from people who had never seen a comic book up close: “Comic book? There’s nothing funny about famine!” Sigh.

For some reason Pam was determined that we should donate the money to them, though, and we convinced them that comics weren’t always comic. They still demanded to review the finished book before they would commit to accept our donation.

When the book was ready to go to press, we sent a mock-up to Oxfam America to review.

Their response was that they wanted nothing to do with it. Flat rejection.

Furthermore, they said that the book was unbelievably offensive and that we, the people of Marvel Comics, were racist, sexist and reprehensible.

When this was told to me by Pam and Marvel President Jim Galton I felt as if I were being called on the carpet. I was flabbergasted. I showed them the mock-up.

They didn’t see anything wrong with it.

Galton called the exec at Oxfam America we’d been dealing with to ask what their specific objections were.

Their response was that, while under no circumstances would they have anything to do with our project or with us, they would send an executive to meet with us and explain the many horrific, repugnant, disgusting elements that made our “comic book” anathema.

So they did. Oxfam America’s representative came to meet with Galton and me. The meeting took place in Galton’s office.

I do not remember the man’s name.

He was a nice-looking, thirty-something man. He had on a suit that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. Designer shoes. He had on more gold and diamond jewelry than I’d ever seen on a human being. Jeweled watch. Cufflinks. Stickpin. Bracelets. A neck chain that would make a rapper blush. Doubt me, go ahead. Discount by two-thirds what I’m telling you and you should still have an image of a guy wearing clothes and jewelry that at market price would feed a thousand starving people for a month.

After the greetings and handshaking, Galton, making conversation, said that he imagined that Oxfam America and other charitable organizations had, at least, gotten a lot of people to focus on the ongoing tragedy in Africa, and had inspired many efforts such as ours from musicians and performers and artists.

This Oxfam America fellow, let’s call him Midas, just plain gushed about how good for business the East African famine was, how donations were rolling in at record levels. He talked about the millions dying as if it were a great marketing opportunity.

Galton and I were stupefied. We couldn’t believe how thrilled Midas was that his business was booming.

Midas explained that the purpose of his visit wasn’t here to request changes or negotiate. He had come to save us from our own folly. He made it clear that Oxfam America had nothing but contempt for us and our work. He came as a favor, to urge us not to publish the abomination that we had created. He assured us that it would destroy Marvel Comics.

Right. Well, naturally, I wondered why.

Midas flipped through the mock-up. Again and again he pointed out black characters that he said “looked like Michael Jackson.” We were obviously trying to capitalize on Michael Jackson’s image and fame.

Michael Jackson in particular and the Jackson family in general were huge supporters of Oxfam America, by the way. Every drawing of a woman, he said, was sexist and exploitative. He was particularly offended by depictions of Storm, which he thought were more than sexist, a denigration of women of color.

I mentioned that the men were heroic and glamorous, too. Just like in the movies, stars tend to be good looking.

He pointed out a panel in which Chris had a carnival barker saying: “Yowza….” That, he said, was racist in the extreme. I don’t have the book handy, as explained above, but wasn’t that character Caucasian?

Moore and Corben’s pages? Yikes.

I cannot begin to tell you all the racism, sexism and hate that he (and Oxfam America) read into the words and pictures.

Wow.

The punch line is this: Midas accused Marvel of “stealing Janet Jackson’s logo.” He believed that the Heroes for Hope logo, credited to Janet Jackson, was ripped off.

I offered to introduce him to the designer on our staff who had created the logo, one Miss Janet Claire Jackson. He dismissed my obvious attempt at a cover-up.

No, really, we have a designer named…. Oh, never mind.

No wonder Janet Claire Jackson eventually started going by the name “Blog Elf.”

Finally, the lunatic left. Galton and I shared a moment of “what a jerk.”

Pam was instructed to find some other organization to which to donate the money. She came up with the American Friends Service Committee.

Heroes for Hope was a huge success. Thanks to our sales department, we got donations from downstream—distributors, retailers, even fans.

Can’t find the press release and the picture of me and Galton giving the AFSC honchos the PR “Big Check” created by our production department to symbolize the real check. I think the initial donation was $500,000. Much more came later.

It was a great thing. Jim Starlin, Bernie Wrightson, Ann Nocenti and Chris Claremont are great heroes in my book. Heroes for hope. There are people alive today who wouldn’t be without their efforts.

AND ABOUT THOSE STEPHEN KING PAGES

The non-comics writers who participated needed some help in most cases, which Ann and Chris provided. The biggest challenge was Stephen King’s contribution. I may be exaggerating here, but not by much—he gave us something like 5,000 words for three pages. Almost overnight, by the way. Chris, Ann and I somehow cut that down to what would fit on three comics pages. 500 words? I forget. Has anyone else ever had to cut out 90% of Stephen King’s brilliant words?

REVIEW

This was bound to not be a nice comic-book to review. The famine in Ethiopia at the moment had political origins that people decided to look over in favor of Live Aid and We Are The World.

Let’s just say that sending super-heroes there to help doesn’t guarantee a success (although they could have done something more against politicians, but let’s not go there).

The story is a bit abstract and the characters pretty much end up making sense of it without ever checking their facts (like the entity being a mutant and why it exists). The sequences about each X-man being tortured psychologically was too repetitive. By the time they end up in Africa (something that happens on a wild guess), the book is almost over.

The art doesn’t have a nice unifying feel. Something that could have been possible with breakdowns and less inkers and colorists.

But you know what? I understand why it had to be like that. This book was made ad honorem, and people did a great effort to just put the damn thing on the stands.

My other concern is that the X-men weren’t the right fit for a story like this. I understand they were popular back then, but these comics should attract non-readers as well (it’s for a good cause after all). And to be frank, things like Rachel Summers, Storm not having powers, Magneto being the leader... those are things of that time. Very hard to relate to. The Avengers would have been a better choice, or even Spider-man and the Fantastic Four (even if Spidey was looking a bit different at the time).

I like the message of not losing hope, and hope being the one thing keeping people alive in such tragedies... but then they kind of go back home. Leaving hope?

I don’t think the ideas in the book were brought down on something concrete or to keep thinking on. It is just confusing.

I give the book a score of 5

#heroes for hope #famine #marvel comics #x-men #1985 #comics #review #modern age #live aid #arthur adams

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kenzieskpopwonderland · 6 years ago

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Come Wake Me Up

+ BTS x Rascal Flatts + Come Wake Me Up + What Hurts The Most + Yours If You Want It + Bless The Broken Road + I Like The Sound of That + Here Comes Goodbye + Love You Out Loud +

Warnings: ANGST SO MUCH ANGST

Jung Hoseok sat lifeless on the bed that he used to share with you, his fingers caressing an empty bottle of vodka. The rumpled sheets were almost hidden by various glass bottles that spilled hazardously onto the floor.

“Hoseok! Please come out. You’ve been in there for months!” Namjoon pounded heavily on the door, desperation taking over. The leader had been very supportive at first, always understanding when Hoseok wanted to stay curled up in bed when promotions were over. But that was the first 3 weeks. On the 4th, Hoseok found alcohol. He began blowing off his work: he struggled to learn lyrics or dances and refused to go to any interviews of any kind.

The boys, the managers, and even the fans understood. No one blamed him. His heart had been crushed. But now it was week 7, and the other 6 members could not stand it anymore. Their happy, go-lucky friend was but a shell of his former self. After around of rock-paper-scissors and Jungkook’s complaints at being chosen, here Namjoon was. The boys had decided that enough was enough.

“Hoseok, I’m coming in,” Namjoon used his key to the rooms to unlock the door and stepped into the room. The overwhelming smell of stale alcohol, vomit, and sweat bombarded the leader’s senses. Mixed in with the glass on the floor were clothes, old containers of food, and the broken remnants of the furniture in the bedroom that Hoseok had shared with you.

•••

“Baby, no! We have to make sure it looks really amazing!” You whined to Hoseok as he handed you the ugliest vomit green window curtains. He had supposedly picked them because the super tacky purple daffodils embroidered in the cloth reminded him of your smile. You could tell by his shit-eating grin that he as just messing with you.

“Okay, Jagi! Although I really think that if we decided we want something festive...,” He trailed off, shaking the curtains in his hand instead.

“Oh shush it you!” Hoseok made his way back down the aisle to the next one over where the curtains were. You watched him walk away, admiring his really hot backside. With a smile on your face, you turned back towards the bed comforters. There were yellow ones, purple ones, vomit green with purple daffodil ones, and the prettiest metallic grey quilted silk. You reached out a hand to check the price and to feel.

“Jagiyaaaa! I think I found some good ones! Didn’t you say you wanted that dark, reddish color for our room?” A bouncing Hoseok hollered from the end of the aisle before quickly running up to you and bear hugging you from the side.

“Maroon?”

“Yeah! That’s it! These maroon curtains are really nice!” Your boyfriend raved, still literally attached to your hip. “They’re that silk that you wanted and here! Rub it on your cheek! So nice, right? And they say ‘sunblocker’ on them so we can sleep in as long as we want and the sun won’t wake us up!”

“Do you really like them that much? You asked, a little confused, taking the curtains from his hands and inspecting them.

“Of course, baby!” Hoseok’s face fell a little as he moved to stand in front of you. “Why? Do you not like them?“

Noticing his face, you quickly tossed them in the cart and grabbed both of his hands. They’re really gorgeous Hoseok. Of course, we’ll have to repaint the walls.” You lifted yourself slightly to meet his lips with yours, his arms circling around your back.

“Why do we have to do that? We already painted it!” Hoseok whispered when you pulled away to where he could still hold you close to him.

“Because I love those curtains and I want them in our room, but we might not get to see this when they blend in with the maroon walls.”

Hoseok laughed as it dawned on him. He gave you a wink, “As long as we get to break in our room soon.”

•••

Namjoon sat gingerly on the foot of the bed, not saying anything about the maroon curtains draped over the foot of the bed. He watched as Hoseok slowly lifted his gaze from the bottle.

“It’s not working. Isn’t the alcohol supposed to make you forget your problems? Why can’t her memories and shit leave me alone just like she did? I don’t want to think about her. I can’t think about her. It hurts too badly. I can usually drink her right off of my mind, but I miss her tonight,” Hoseok asked slowly, hiccoughing as he looked at his leader desperately.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon began softly, noting the tear-stained face of his hyung. “Let’s at least get you cleaned up and out of this room, even if it’s just to the living room.”

Hoseok paled, and Namjoon knew why. It was enough having to see his bedroom, where so many memories were created. It was another thing to see every little thing that she had left behind and have every memory they’d ever made in their home be relived. It had been too much for him too soon. But now Namjoon wanted him to go out there?

Before Hoseok could open his mouth to protest, Namjoon yanked him by the arm, causing Hoseok to drop the bottle onto the bed. It was empty anyway.

He was pulled into the adjoining bathroom where Namjoon quickly turned on the shower and forced him into the stream of freezing cold water. Hoseok screamed and thrashed by Namjoon held tight to the door, not letting the older man out. He took this time to inspect the bathroom. The black tiles under his feet that once shone brighter than Hoseok had become dusty and covered in abandoned clothing and your old beauty products. The white cabinets that you two had spent ages deciding on - Namjoon definitely remembered when his hyung would not stop spamming the band’s group chat with pictures, asking whether this wood was right or not - were covered in Hoseok’s pale foundation and a hint of poorly wiped up vomit. And your pride and joy, the giant tub that you had insisted on was piled up with your clothes, makeup, jewelry, and everything else you left in the house - there were no baths in its future.

Namjoon scoffed in disgust at the tub, pushing Hoseok back under the jet of water as the older man tried weakly to get out,exhausted from the earlier struggle and the alcohol. “Hyung, you better wash up really well, or I won’t let you out of this shower.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.” Namjoon just rolled his eyes.

After shoving Hoseok into his last pair of clean boxers and onto the couch in Namjoon’s living room, Namjoon sat next to his lifeless bandmate until he was finally willing to speak. “I don’t know what happened, Namjoon. We were doing so good and she just ... left. Why did she leave me? What did I do wrong?” Namjoon tried to say that it wasn’t anything he had done but Hoseok kept rambling. “And then I was doing so good, but I don’t think it sunk in fully. Now, I can’t take the pain. How does it hurt so bad, Namjoon? I could normally push her right out of my heart - for the band, for the fans - but I’m too tired to fight.”

It was silent for a moment before Namjoon embraced his friend tightly. “It’s like this whole thing just began. She’s still sunk into my veins.”

•••

“J-Hope! J-Hope! J-Hope! Ooh, he’s so sexy! Wow, what a man!“ You cheered loudly as the tattoo artist finished the final touches. Your fiancé had tried to tough it out as best he could so you decided to ignore the tear tracks down his cheeks and the half-moon dents he left in your skin. The two of you weren’t entirely foolish for getting tattoos dedicated to each other. Instead, you decided to dedicate to a memory. Something that even if you broke up, you wouldn’t regret remembering. How could you ever regret the blissful years spent with Jung Hoseok even if they came to an end? That’s why the two of you now boasted a matching pair of shooting stars. Sure, your wish had been that you’d be together forever, but that night with Hoseok, the first time you traded ‘I love yous’, was definitely the happiest night you’ve ever had (aside from every night you fall asleep in Hoseok’s arms) and was something you would never ever regret.

•••

Namjoon saw Hoseok’s fingers tracing the patch of skin on his back where he knew the little star tattoo would be. Hoseok remembered the pain of the tattoo gun piercing repeatedly into his skin like it was new, but that pain could never compare to what he felt now.

“Everything that we were, everything that I said, that I couldn’t, that I didn’t do. Namjoon, why didn’t I do anything? I could have kept her here with me,” The older rapper begged, but Namjoon didn’t have an answer for him.

Tears streamed down both of their eyes. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but maybe,” Namjoon paused, “maybe it’s time to move on.”

•••

“Hobi, you’re never going to love someone else, right?” You asked. You weren’t insecure, you just wanted confirmation!

Hoseok, whose arms were wrapped around your stomach and legs were tangled in yours, looked at you like you were dumb. “You’re so silly! I don’t think I could ever not love you. The only way you’ll get rid of me is when I’m 6 feet in the ground. I promise.”

You smiled up at him, “Good.”

Hoseok’s jaw dropped playfully, “I don’t get the same promise back?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” A sinister grin grew on his face as he used his position around you to pin you down and tickle you till you begged for mercy and he relented .... and then tickled you even more.

•••

The heartbroken man stood up, enraged. “I can’t just get over it! I can’t just put out the love like it meant nothing, like I’m still not desperately, hopelessly in love with her! Besides, I promised her that I wouldn’t ever love anyone else!” He started pacing in front of the couch.

“I don’t think that promise matters now. It’s time to move on from her. You don’t have to be with anyone else ever again if you don’t want to, but she’s not going to come back, and you can’t keep living this way.” Hearing this, Hoseok fell to his knees, head in his hands.

“It’s not fair! How could she do this to me? Why did she leave?”

“Hobi-“

“Namjoon. Why can’t I just, I don’t know, sit in her flames and pray?” Hoseok practically begged his friend, the desperation taking over once more.

“Pray for what?”

“That she comes back?” Hoseok closed his eyes tightly to hold on tightly to the tears threatening to stain his cheeks even more. “What else would I want?”

Namjoon sighed, “Praying won’t get you anywhere. She’s not coming back.”

“Why can’t I just be dreaming? Why can’t she come wake me up?”

—

“YES! 3 strikes and you’re OUT!” Hoseok screamed at the TV with the rest of the band. Yoongi even threw some of his popcorn. 3 weeks after Namjoon forced him out of his room, the old Hobi finally started to show himself. At least, he was in a good enough place to watch baseball with the others.

•••

“What kind of call was that, ref? He was clearly on base so what kind of fuckery are you try-mph” Hoseok threw a hand over your mouth, trying to shut you up before the man next to you in the opposing team’s colors punched either one of you out for your... intense...vocabulary throughout the game. When Hoseok brought you to America with the band for their tour, you practically begged him to take you to an actual MLB game. Baseball had always been your favorite sport and, since meeting you, had become Hoseok’s as well. When the game finished, you tugged your boyfriend’s hand, very agitated. “Babe, that whole game was total bull! And can you believe that guy?”

“I can’t take you anywhere, Y/N!” Hoseok cackled. You pouted in response, but he just kissed you, trying to fight the grin.

“Yeah, well you took me to America, took me to this game, took me on Kook’s hotel bed last n-” Hoseok threw his hand over your mouth, laughing.

“Oh my gosh, come on loser. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

Your eyes lit up, “Hobi, you know I love you the mostest, right?”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I know the truth. You just love me when I buy you ice cream!” Hoseok threw his arms up, faking a loud sob.

You giggled, “You hit the nail on the head. Wait, wait, no! You hit the ball with the bat!” You cracked up, Hoseok looked at you in comedic horror, complaining how you’ve spent too much time with Jin that you could have spent with him instead.

...

It didn’t matter that Hoseok was yelling, didn’t matter that the other boys were hollering, didn’t matter that they had turned the TV up as loud as they could get it. He couldn’t drown out your voice, he couldn’t forget the countless times the two of you had spent hooting and hollering for your teams. All he wanted was to hold you in arms again, something you made sure wouldn't happen, so he would settle for drowning his sorrows in another bottle and vomiting up his heartbreak. Instead of sitting back down, Yoongi started walking to the door, calling over his shoulder that he was going to have a smoke. Hoseok looked at his bandmates. He couldn’t keep letting his anguish affect his friends, the people who keep trying to straighten him out. “I’ll come with you, Yoongs.”

The air outside was hot and humid, almost worthy of a frying pan. “Holy shit.”

“I know,” Yoongi stood against the wall, cigarette and lighter in hand. “Why aren’t you finishing the game? You used to love watching baseball- oh.”

“You’re right. I did love baseball- do love it. But there are so many memories there. It’s hard.”

Yoongi sighed, “It is hard.”

“Can I have one?” Hoseok asked, surprising both of the men.

“Are you sure? You were never a big fan of these ‘cancer sticks’ and now you want my last one? Oh, how the tides have changed,” Yoongi teased, finding the situation hilarious and slightly ironic.

Hoseok deadpanned, “Maybe not, but I think a cigarette is a better escape than alcohol. Joonie’s all but banned me from any sort of bottle.”

Yoongi sobered up, the playful grin falling from his face at the reminder of the pain his best friend was experiencing and wordlessly handed over the lighter and cigarette pack

Hoseok was still drowning in his grief. The boys had understood at first, anyone would be heartbroken. But even now, they had all moved on and forgotten. And why wouldn’t they have? Why was he the only one still drowning in you? You were probably sleeping right now, it was late after all.

He wondered if you ever dreamed of him the way that he dreamed of you still. No, you were asleep, peaceful, resting. He was curled up in a ball on a porch with a cigarette in hand that he hadn’t even smoken from yet and tears streaming down his face. His best friend sat next to him, no idea to react. Yoongi had moved on, just like you had.

Hoseok numbly felt Yoongi’s hand on his arm, the older man getting back up to go inside. His thoughts were consumed with you, and only you, but were you thinking twice about him?

Hoseok slowly got back up and stubbed out the cigarette’s flame. The dying fire reminded him of himself. He shut his eyes tightly again, and couldn’t help but wish it was all a dream.

—

Hoseok sat on the stage, Jin sat slightly behind him on his own stool, guitar in hand.

“Hi, guys.” J-Hope paused as the crowd roared in response.

He smiled weakly. “So, before anything else, I want to say thank you. Thank you so much. There’s a whole list of things I need to thank you for. From the beginning? Thank you so much for always being so supportive of any relationships we’ve announced. Y/N was so scared that you all would hate her, but you guys showered us both in support. That meant everything to her and I. Some people weren’t as supportive but the overwhelming love that we got was enough. So, thank you. And I took a while off from performing, and I’m sorry about that. But I want to tell you guys thank you for being understanding of my love and thank you for being understanding of my absence.

“I know that Y/N is moving on, and I know I should give her up. I hope you guys can support both of us moving forward. But before we say goodbye, I wanted to sing a song that I wrote, one of many. It’s called Come Wake Me Up.”

•••

“Hey, you know I love you right?” His arms squeezed you from behind, head resting softly on your shoulder.

“Of course I do, silly. You tell me every day.” Your hands left the towels you were folding to come up and hold his hands.

“Oof, I don’t know if that’s enough. Maybe I should tell you every hour, no, every minute.” You giggled and turned around in his arms, landing a soft kiss on his lips. He sighed, content with the thought that you were his forever. The shiny ring he had put on your finger was only confirmation of what he already knew. You were in love and nothing would change that.

•••

Hoseok took in a deep breath. This would be the first time he saw you since, well. It was hard to believe you were here, hard to acknowledge. But here you were. And there he was walking up to you. Maybe he was petty, maybe he was lost in the memories, but he held the bouquet of roses and sunflowers you were supposed to use for your wedding to him.

The elegant stone slab etched with your name and the date of what had become the worst day of his life. The stone was the same marble you had begged him to consider for the counters in your shared place and the ‘aesthetic, trendy’ marble wedding date-thing you had wanted for the wedding.

Everything reminded him of the two of you. And there you were.

“Hey... Y/N.”

He could almost hear your response.

“I know that you can’t hear me, but baby...” Hoseok broke down. He kneeled over the marble stone that you had wanted for your wedding but that you got for your funeral. He clutched the red and yellow bouquet tighter than before, his tears clouding his vision.

“For the past... year, I’ve been trying to believe that this was just a dream. I begged for you to come back, to wake me up. And I wish that you had.”

Masterlist BTS x Rascal Flatts

I’m so sorry it took me forever to post this and tbh the ending kind of befuzzled me a bit but oof oh well.

#come wake me up #jung hoseok #hoseok #jhope #bts

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dawnstruck · 7 years ago

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Yoonmin drabble #3

It's stupid. It's all stupid and Jimin waltzes off to the dressing room as soon as the recording is over and they can leave the studio's stage. He doesn't have to look over his shoulder to see that the others are still lingering, doesn't have to rub salt into the wound to know that it burns.

To think that he had been having fun in the beginning, too! They had been invited to a game show, co-starring along with Fantastic, a small newcomer group, and it had been supposed to be an easy gig because those rookies looked at them with stars in their eyes when Jimin very well remembered how things had been right after their own debut, when no one had heard of their company and everyone refused to take them seriously.

It was flattering to have these kids say they wanted to be like them, flattering and a little bit vindicating.

But then! Then the host asked which sunbaenim in the industry the three girls and two boys of Fantastic were looking up too most, and one of them ducked his head and smiled and shyly said, Suga-hyung. Hyung, as though they were close. Hyung, as though he had earned it. Jimin had known Yoongi for the better part of a decade, had been kissing him behind locked doors for the better part of a year, and he barely got away with calling him Yoongi-yah in public!

But this boy, Song Kyubok, or Birdie – and what kind of dumb stage name was that anyway? - just blushed when Yoongi send him his trademark grin.

So maybe the kid was a couple of centimeters taller with an elfin face and the voice of an angel. Maybe he looked rather charming with his white blond hair and stupid ugly Christmas sweater. Maybe he fucking aced most of the silly games they were made to play for the sake of the show.

And none of it would have even been all that bad if Yoongi hadn't volunteered to be on a team with him to even out the numbers.

Jimin's in the dressing room now, tearing off his stage clothes and carelessly tossing them over a chair. One of his shoes lands in a corner but he doesn't bother picking it up. There a fire burning in his chest and he doesn't know whether to quench or fuel it.

When he hears the door open, he doesn't turn around.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says as he steps inside, and it seems that he is alone. “Why'd you run off all of a sudden?”

“Why do you care?” Jimin demands, tugging his t-shirt over his head. It's Yoongi's t-shirt really, but they've stopped differentiating months ago. For a moment, there is nothing but silence coming from Yoongi. Then, suddenly, he is standing directly behind Jimin.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, sounding tentative, and it's such a new thing that Jimin's breath catches. Usually, Yoongi is all calm and self-assured, easily taking the lead wherever their relationship leads them.

“Yah, Jiminie,” he says now, touching his fingertips to Jimin's naked skin where the shirt shirt collar has slipped a bit. “Please talk to me.”

Perhaps it's the uncertain pitch of his voice, perhaps it's the way his tongue curls the word 'please, perhaps it's his cool touch, but Jimin cannot keep from twirling around on the spot.

“Birdie,” is all he says, low and hurt and with sparks flaming in his eyes.

Yoongi just blinks back at him, surprised.

“Birdie?” he repeats. “What about him?”

“He followed you around like a lost puppy!” Jimin points out, placing his quivering hands on his hips. “He was all 'Suga-hyung this, Suga-hyung that'. He's not even a rapper!”

“I,” Yoongi says and frowns. “Are you jealous?”

“No!” Jimin says, glares down at the floor. “Yes. I don't know.”

To his annoyance, Yoongi only gives a small breath of laughter.

“The kid's not even twenty, I think,” he says, “And probably a little star-struck. You'd probably be the same around Taeyang.”

“That's- that's beside the point,” Jimin claims though he knows it's probably not really helping his case. He is still ridiculously jealous, but his anger is quickly burning itself out.

“You're being childish,” Yoongi sighs.

“Am not,” Jimin mutters contrarily. He still can't bring himself to look up.

“Jagiyah. Look at me.”

Yoongi's tone is neither demanding nor annoyed, but the look in his eyes is searching.

“This is not about Birdie, is it?” he asks and Jimin shuffles his feet.

“It's not,” he admits and suddenly he feels close to tears.

But it's unfair. It's unfair that Yoongi and Hoseok keep getting paired up, that Jungkook can pick Jimin up and carry him around. It's unfair that Namjoon can write songs about LGBT rights and Taehyung fawn over Troye Sivan. It's unfair that some upstart rookie gets to look at Yoongi as though he had invented music itself while Jimin was forced to close his eyes against his beauty again and again. There were so many risks and even more rules to avoid them. Touch but don't tremble, look but don't linger, smile and smile and smile but never just for each other.

“Fuck, Jiminie, you think I don't feel the same?” Yoongi says in frustration, running a hand through his hair. “You think it's fun for me to pretend I don't want to be close to you?”

He looks at Jimin and now there is something sharp and cutting in his gaze, like broken glass. Then he fists a hand in the front of Jimin's shirt and hauls him in. Jimin gasps against his lips like a man resurfacing after a shipwreck, hungry for air. And it's a hard kiss, and angry one, but also reassuring in its bluntness. Perhaps they could not hold hands in public, perhaps they could leave no bite marks on each others' skin, but moments like these always managed to bridge the days of drought.

So they kiss and kiss until Jimin's knees are weak and his lips sore, until there is a loud knock on the door and Jimin knows that Yoongi must have told the others to give them some time.

They separate quickly, and Jimin angles himself away, busying himself with his shoe laces, not looking over when Bangtan and the boys of Fantastic walk in, still chatting amicably among each other and beginning to slip out of their own clothes.

“Yah, jagiyah,” Yoongi says after a calm minutes and Jimin freezes because several heads immediately swivel around to stare at them, waiting for them to play the endearment off as a joke.

Yet nothing like that happens.

“You better do laundry tonight,” Yoongi adds plainly, tugging at the fabric of Jimin's shirt. “I was gonna wear that tomorrow.”

“Yes, Yoongi-yah,” Jimin whispers and smiles.

Send me an ask and I’ll write a yoonmin drabble for you!

#kpop #bts #yoonmin #suji #dawnstruck drabbles: bts

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namjoonsteeth · 7 years ago

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Ruin The Friendship (part III)

Title: Ruin The Friendship (mini-series) Part 3

Word-Count: 6.3k

Pairing: Jay Park/ Reader (kinda)

Summary: Best friends to lovers. Inspired by Ruin The Friendship - Demi Lovato.

Genre: Smutty Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

There’s a picture of me on Jay Park’s Instagram.

This wouldn’t be the first time. He used to post dumb pictures of me edited to look like I had a mustache or drawn on huge boobs. This picture isn’t like that. Taken the last night Jay was home almost a week ago, it’s hard to tell who exactly is in the picture. I’m lying on my chest, my bare back facing the camera while my hair fans out messily covering my face. Posted with a black and white filter, the photo looks too intimate to be just anyone.

He’d disabled the comment section so I’m spared any attack from some of his more “protective” fans. I reread the caption, unable to stop the silly grin from taking up my face. I look around making sure my assistant, Bora, isn’t around to tease me yet again for being infatuated.

As always, I miss her the most.

He’s disgustingly cute. I send him a text message telling him it’s still a no on the pictures he’s been asking for since he left.

Y/n: I’m still not sending you nudes, even if you did post a fake cute picture of me.

He texts me back almost immediately.

Jay: fake!? I’m offended.

Y/n: Go to sleep

Jay: I can’t. Can I call you?

I look at my phone. It’s about one am on the east coast in the states. It’s usually around this time that he’s been calling either before he goes out or when he’s in bed. I won’t pretend like I’m over the butterflies in my stomach at being the person he calls at night. Back when he’d just become a trainee, he’d call me before he went to bed every night. He’d been so lonely back then, wanting so badly to be apart of something successful yet wanting to come home at the same time. Those were the hardest times for us. I’d been helpless. I couldn’t make it better for him, and I also couldn’t let him know how much I’d wished he’d come home too.

I call him, deciding to take a break from the work on my laptop. He answers on the first ring, his smooth voice filling my body and causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. He shouldn’t have so much control of my body from across the world, but he does and it’s apparent in the way I sigh involuntarily like I’m finally at ease when he speaks.

“Hi, baby,” he says. He sounds so tired. It seems like every day he becomes more and more drained but there’s still that hint of Jay optimism that says whatever is happening is going well. He still hasn’t told me what exactly he’s up to, other than that I should expect some big news by the end of his trip.

“Hey, you ok?” I ask. He yawns loudly, there’s shuffling in the background like he’s shifting around.

“Yeah, everything is good. What about you? How’s work going?”

He’ll never admit to being tired. Even as he drifts off to sleep in the middle of our conversation, leaving me talking to myself for a good five minutes, he’ll still insist on blaming it on how melodic my voice was or some shit.

The time difference is the worst. Tonight when I’m headed to bed, and he’s got a free moment in between work, it’ll be the same. We’re figuring it out, I think. I mean, we always have. In the past, I’d chalk up our times of lack of communication as being us just growing up. We’ve always been able to go through time without contacting each other then coming back together when we could. Now, it seems like there’s no other option but to tough through it. I try not to complain because I know there will be longer stays, times when he’s touring, times when I have to travel. This New York trip is a test of our newborn relationship. If we can’t get our shit together for this, it’ll never work out.

I hang up the phone on a snoring Jay and reopen my laptop.

“How’s boyfriend?” Bora bounces in, her shoulder-length lilac purple hair swinging behind her. She’s carrying an arm full of clothes probably double her petite weight, yet she moves quickly; hanging up items and ordering them for our next fitting.

I shrug. “I don’t know he fell asleep again,”

Bora shakes her head smiling at her busy hands. “You two love to torture yourselves for each other,”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve gotten like five hours of sleep every night since he left. I’m sure he’s in the same boat if not worse. Believe me, I think it’s cute and all but I don’t see how you guys do it,”

I want to tell her that it’s not a question. When he’d kissed me, he held a part of me that he hasn’t yet returned. I’ve become so obsessed with him ( more so than before) that it’s a no-brainer. I’ll stay up as long as I need to if it meant seeing him through a grainy pixelated screen as long as he promised to come back.

I don’t tell her any of that. Instead, I shrug and go back to replying to an email, requesting us to style a Korean rapper who was invited to an American awards show.

“How are we feeling about the L.A gig?” I ask her.

“I’m in. I have a few options in mind we could think about, so I think we should do it,”

I nod at her and confirm a consultation for tomorrow morning. Bora has been my assistant for about a year now. She’s good enough to work on her own, but thankfully for me, she’d rather not. With her apart of the company, I have much more time to actually sleep in my own bed sometimes. She knows the ends and out of my business sometimes better than I do.

“So, we’re all set up for the Zino shoot,” I tell her putting the La event into the calendar. “I want you to put together a profile of what you were thinking about for tomorrow, and I’ll go through some stuff that we have maybe we have something he might like,”

“How about you go home and get some rest, and I’ll take care of the fitting today. I’ll even sort through some stuff for tomorrow. You look like you’re dead on your feet,”

I roll my eyes at her. “Oh, thanks a lot, but no. I can’t just sleep in the middle of the day,”

“You’re half asleep now, y/n,”

“Stop trying to get rid of me,” I laugh.

Still, I take her advice and head home after another hour.

My place feels emptier than it did this morning. With Bora handling everything at the studio and Jay sleeping, there’s really not much to do but sleep myself I guess. Bora is right. I haven’t slept at all these past couples of days. Jay and I haven’t put any official title to this thing between us. ‘Boyfriend’ sounds kind of lame if I think about it too much. He’s still who he was before; my favorite person in the world. Of course, I can’t go around calling him anything like that; for one his head would get so big, I wouldn’t be able to live it down. It seems so juvenile. Eighteen year old me would be having heart palpitations at the thought of being Jay’s girlfriend. I’m over the novelties. I just want him, all the time.

I end up falling asleep on my couch. By the time I wake up it’s nearly ten, and Jay’s usually up by now. I check my phone to see if I have any missed messages. He must be still sleeping. I stretch out my limbs, getting up to shower and drink some sleepy time tea to put me back to bed. After an hour, I can’t force myself to stay up any longer. I fall asleep again after sending Jay a text telling him that I miss him and not to work too hard.

In the morning it’s the same thing. I have no missed calls from him or even so much as a text message. Even his socials are dead aside from the occasional tweet supporting a project from another artist. The only interesting activity comes from the hundreds of thousands of retweets and likes on the picture he’d posted of me yesterday morning. Quickly, I exit out before I’m tempted to read exactly what his fans think.

I check my email, seeing that Zino emailed me early this morning asking if we can reschedule the consultation a little bit later tonight. I forward it to Bora who immediately sends me a thumbs up saying she’s free.

I spend the rest of the morning trying to forget about the fact that my boyfriend is too busy doing god knows what (because he hasn’t told me anything) to text me back. I’m not a clingy person, I can respect wanting space and time to focus on work, but it’s not like him to go completely quiet. I’ll give him until I go in tonight to respond before I go searching again. Chase has always been my go-to when I need answers.

I’ve already wasted away Friday, trying to catch up on sleep and worrying about Jay. I’m determined to be productive today, even if I am a little annoyed.

I go over the prep work Bora had emailed me last night, adding a few things that I wanted to ask Zino about. Dressing men for events, especially American award shows like this had at some point become my favorite part of my job. It’s all about what an artist likes, and in America, you can go as bold as you want as like as you make it yours. Zino being invited was kind of a big deal for Korean hip-hop. People are looking at him to represent the culture. Bora and I were completely honored when he contacted us to dress him.

When I get to the studio, there’s still no word from Jay and Chase hasn’t answered his phone either. I’m trying not to panic. I’ve never been in the know exactly when they were going and coming. I guess just like everything else, this is an aspect of this new thing with Jay that remains unchanged.

Bora texts me that she’s running a bit late. By the time I’ve pulled some a few of the things we have in the back, Zino shows up to the studio.

He smiles a little less than politely, holding my hand a little longer and tighter than necessary.

“Bora should be right around the corner so we can probably start getting you dressed. I have a royal blue suit that I think you might like and it might fit you too,” I tell him running to the back to pull the rack of options out. I hand him the slacks and gesture toward the curtain for him to get changed.

“And I have these black loafers I want you to try on just for a reference but I’m thinking it might look better with white sneakers. I have to steam the white button up really quickly,”

I wait for him to come out in the blue slacks and hand him the dress shoes.

“You guys work quick,” he says while zipping the pants. I look at them noticing they’re a little short.

“We have to. It’s only her and I and we have too many clients at once. We get everything rushed, and send it back later if we don’t use it. Or we can just buy it outright if we really like it. You said you wanted blue so Bora was right on it,” I gesture for him to spin so I can see the fit in the back.

“They’re a little short but that’s how the guys in the states are wearing them now. I think with white converse or vans it would look pretty cool-,”

“The guys in the states? You know American fashion well then?”

I shrug, starting to steam the dress shirt. “My boyfriend travels to LA and New York a lot. I pay attention to what he’s wearing. He’s very into grungy styles, layers, and denim is his thing right now,”

“You’re Jay’s girl, right?” He smiles smugly at me while stuffing his foot into the shoe.

“Excuse me?” I ask looking up from the shirt I’m steaming. His eyes glisten with mischief like he knows something I don’t.

“The tattoo on your back. It’s the same one from the picture he posted,”

I look down at my yellow halter top that no doubt exposes the black ink on my shoulder blade. I still don’t see why it matters, though. Whether it’s because I’m still not comfortable being called “Jay’s girl” for some reason or because I don’t like how he says it, it annoys me. I don’t like how smug he seems, like he knows just how emotionally and physically fickle Jay could be. Or maybe I’m just projecting my own feelings of not hearing from him for two days. It’s late and I’m tired. I get it, he’s doing his own thing right now and usually, I wouldn’t bat an eye at having gone hours without talking to him. It’s just that, everything seems so fragile. Maybe I’m the fragile one and just need to learn to get over my own shit.

I clear my throat and pull the white steamed dress shirt off the rack. When I hand it to him, his fingers brush mine for a long second. He smiles at the ground, his dimples appearing. Where the hell is Bora? Jay would kill me if he knew I was alone at my studio at night with a stranger, no matter how known he is. He’s always saying I don’t take my own safety seriously, never mind the fact that there’s clearly something I’m missing between these two.

“Are you two close?” I ask, busying myself on the other side of the room with ordering papers that are already in order. Instead of stepping behind the curtain, he pulls his T-shirt off and pulls the crisp white shirt on.

“Well, we used to be ok, I guess. We were supposed to do a song or something,” he trails off, his fingers moving up the buttons of the shirt. “Then he slept with my girlfriend,”

There it is.

He waits like he’s waiting for my reaction. I’m saved from giving one by my phone ringing. When I see it’s not my assistant, I roll my eyes. Of course, he’d call me at this exact moment. Asshole. I have half a mind to decline his call. Instead, I answer, smiling brightly if only for my guest.

“Hi, Jay,”

“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry. I’ve been running around all day, in and out of meetings, I didn’t mean to not get back to you last night,”

“It’s ok. Listen I can’t talk right now,” I tell him. “I’m working,”

“Working? At the studio? Where’s Bora? Is she there with you? Do you have a client?” He asks so many questions, and it would be a little bit funny if I didn’t know what his reaction would be to all of my answers.

“Yes, working at the studio. A client rescheduled and we weren’t doing anything else,” I look over at Beenzino who’s pretending he’s not listening to my half of the conversation. He straightens the leg of his slacks and holds up his thumb as if to ask me what I thought.

“Where’s Bora?” Jays repeats.

“She’s on her way,” I tell him moving into the other room.

“Fuck, Y/n. You literally don’t give a shit whether some guy-,”

“It’s work, Jay. I’m working, just like you did all yesterday,”

He laughs humorlessly on the other end. “So you’re mad that I didn’t call?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all,” I sigh. I rub at my temples feeling a headache start to pound. “I miss you, I don’t want to fight,”

“We aren’t fighting,” he says softly. “I just want you to take care of yourself, baby. I’m fourteen hours away. I can’t just be there if something happened,”

“I know, I know,” I say. “I didn’t expect Bora to be late, I promise. I was trying really hard not to stress you out about this,”

He laughs. “You always find a way to get in trouble,”

I smile. “Am I in trouble?”

Jay blows a loud breath into the phone. “I can see you biting that fucking lip, Y/n,”

I laugh. “I have to go, he’s waiting, and I think Bora just came in,”

“At least tell me who it is so I know it’s not some famous gangster or something,” he laughs.

Shit.

“It’s Zino,”

He’s silent. He doesn’t say a word for at least twenty seconds. Even when I call his name, he stays quiet like either he’s choosing his words or just doesn’t have any.

“Send him home,” he says finally.

“Jay,”

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/n. Send him home. Have him reschedule with Bora. I don’t want him anywhere near you,”

“You have to be fucking kidding me, Jay,”

“I’m serious. I’m not dealing with the shit, Y/n,”

“You don’t have to,” I laugh. “Listen, I’m going to go finish my session, I’m going to stay at Bora’s tonight, and then you can call me later if you find the time,” I hang up before he can say anything else.

My headache is in full force right now. I’m ready to go do exactly what he told me and send him home. My phone vibrates in my pocket but I ignore it. When I step back into the room, both sets of eyes are on me like they know I’m literally on the edge of sanity.

“Sorry I’m late,” Bora offers holding up the camera. I nod saying nothing as I start directing Zino where to stand while she takes the pictures.

“Do a few with the jacket, and we’ll look into jewelry after,” I instruct. They both quietly do as they’re told with little to no other interaction. Bora looks at me over the frame of her glasses, letting me know we’ll be talking on our way back to her place.

We finish the session with two more looks, promising to send Zino a copy of the photos so he can choose what he wants later. When he leaves, I release a breath like it’s the first time I’m breathing in the last hour. I pull out my phone to check the time. It’s just past nine-thirty.

My screen is filled with notifications from Jay that I’d ignored. Three missed calls and a bunch of text messages.

Jay: Y/n

Jay: I’m so fucking mad at you.

He does the thing where he thinks stating the obvious will make a difference somehow. Well, I’m so fucking mad at him too. This is my job. He can’t just expect me not to do business with someone just because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Mad at me? I’ve done nothing wrong.

Jay: I don’t want you working with him, y/n. I’m asking you not to.

Jay: let him work with Bora but I don’t even want him in the same room as you. And this isn’t a possessive boyfriend thing.

Jay: I mean it is, but he’s going to try to get back at me through you and I’ll go crazy

Jay: I’m not trying to be a dickhead. I’m trying to keep you safe.

Jay: and I didn’t forget you hung up on me too...

The ellipse feels like a promise that turns me on despite how upset I am. I sigh, dropping my head on my desk. This is Jay. This isn’t crazy new boyfriend Jay who wants to keep me in a box. He’s never been like that. If he says it’s serious, I have to trust him. He’s never lied to me a day in his life. He’s never been selfish when it came to me. This, whatever is going on between the two of them has nothing to do with me, but if I ignore him, if I ignore how uncomfortable Zino made me even if for half a second, this can and will become an even bigger problem.

“You think you cannot look so depressed at the fact that we’re going to La for free in three weeks?”

I lift my hand, flipping my friend off. “He’s all yours Bora,” I rub at my temples again staring at my phone.

“What?”

“I’m not going to La. You take whoever you want, and have fun. Zino is your client now,”

“But you’ve already started planning out the looks,”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Do you want to change it?”

She shakes her head. “No, I think it’s perfect,”

“Well, you have a free trip to LA,”

“Shit, Y/n. What happened?”

I don’t feel like explaining anything right now. I actually just want to climb into Jay’s memory foam bed and sleep all day tomorrow.

“I don’t actually know,” I shake my head looking at the next text that comes in from my boyfriend.

Jay: Call me when you get home so I at least know you’ve made it

“This is what happens when you date your best friend,” she says holding out her hand to pull me out of my chair. Her arms come around me, and I lean against her shoulder.

“A fight is never just a fight. You want to be on your own side, but you’re on his too right?”

I hate that it makes sense. And I hate that I’m fighting with Jay. We never fight. This is exactly what I was afraid of. If we weren’t together, would working with Zino even be a big deal?

“I think I’m going to stay at Jay’s place tonight,” I tell her. She rolls her eyes looking at me like I’d just told her the sky is blue. I can’t be that obvious, can I?

“Come on, I’ll drop you off,”

Bora’s boyfriend picks us up from the studio. He drops me off at Jay’s condo, and I let myself in. I haven’t been here since the night he left. I drop my bag on his couch and beeline for his shower. When I’m done, I pull one of his T-shirt’s over my head and step into a pair of his boxers. I crawl into his big bed, finally feeling a piece of my heart relax just a bit.

When I call him, he answers on the first ring. “Y/n,”

“I’m at your place,” I say around a yawn.

“What?”

“I’m in your bed and wearing your clothes. I’m yours in every sense of the word, but you think some guy I just met who’s not you is going to make a difference to me,”

“It’s not like that, baby,” he sighs.

“It doesn’t matter,” I say. “I’m letting Bora in charge of him. I told her to go to LA without me,”

“I’ll take you to LA myself,” he says like it’ll make up for how dumb he was earlier.

“It’s not about me going to LA, Jay. I can go anytime I want. It’s about you expecting me to obey what you say just because you say so,”

“I’m trying to protect you,” he sighs. I’m kind of getting tired of his sighs. It’s like I’m the one being exasperating.

“You’re trying to protect me from your secrets, Jay. I already know everything,”

“How do you always find a way to make me feel bad about being mad at you,”

“Because I’m a woman,” I laugh tiredly.

“You hung up on me,” he says.

“I’m looking forward to how you’ll get me back for it,”

“Stay at my place tomorrow night too,” he tells me. “I want to come home to you in my bed,”

“You’re finally coming home?”

“You sound a little bit like you miss me,” he laughs.

“I miss your-,”

“Hey,” he says cutting me off. I laugh, pulling the blanket tight around my shoulder. “Watch your mouth,” he whispers.

“Or what-,”

There’s a sound out in the living room that stops me mid-sentence.

“Jay, I think someone is in your apartment. What should I do?” I whisper.

He’s quiet on the other end, I pull the phone away to see that I must have disconnected the call accidentally. I stay still, afraid that if I moved they’ll hear me. There’s definitely footsteps moving in the apartment. Whoever it is, moves without turning on any lights. I grasp my phone in my hand ready to throw it and make a run for it.

“You really think your phone is going to keep me from getting you back for hanging up on me,”

I look over at the doorway to see my boyfriend. I scramble off the bed and jump at him, wrapping my legs around him. He catches me easily, his hands going to my bare thighs. I press my lips against his neck, squeezing him in my arms.

“Are you crying?” He laughs while pulling back. I drop down to my own two feet, but he doesn’t let me get far.

“I thought I was going to die, you bitch,” I wipe at my eyes, failing to pull away from him as he traps me against his chest. His lips press against my cheek.

“And your only defense was to throw your phone at me. I really can’t leave you alone,”

He walks me backward toward his bed. “I wanted to surprise you. Now turn around,” he says against my hair. The tone of his voice has me eager to do whatever he says. I turn, and his hand drags up my back before he forces me to bend over his bed, my ass sticking up in the air.

His fingers peel the boxers away from my skin. He lets out a breath when he has the underwear around my knees. Two hands reach up, palming my ass. He squeezes my flesh, his fingers digging roughly into my skin.

“I owe you for hanging up on me,” he says. Before I can prepare myself, his hand comes down hard on my skin. He soothes it away with his lips, kissing where his palm connected. When he pulls away I’m expecting another sting, instead, he drags his fingers along my clit, making me gasp. I look back at him to see him bringing the three fingers against his tongue before he repeats the motion. Without notice, he plunges two fingers into me.

“Fuck,” I call out.

His wrist flicks back and forth, moving his fingers inside of me. His free arm wraps around my waist as to get a better grip as his speed increases. I move my hips with his rhythm, wanting more.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” he says.

I’m panting, knees shaking barely holding myself up. Just when I think my legs will give out, Jay twists my hips so that I’m on my back. He pulls the boxers all the way off. His mouth presses against the inside of my left knee, looking up at me while his lips move higher toward my thigh. He bites my flesh hard before running his tongue over my skin. He moves further up, kissing where my thigh and hip meet.

I close my eyes as his mouth finally settles on it’s intended destination. His tongue presses into my clit, alternating between flicks and circles. My hands move to his hair, holding him against me. A hand reaches up, two fingers enter me once again. His thumb follows his tongue, rubbing my clit in between licks.

“Jay, I can’t hold it,” I try to pull him up but he stays put, his hand moving faster. His free hand moves up to touch my skin under the T-shirt, settling on my breast.

My legs start to close around him but he quickly pushes them down, keeping me open and helpless. I pull at his hair as I start to quiver again.

“Come for me baby,” he says against my skin. Almost like I’m programmed to follow whatever he says, I tighten around him as I cum. It feels like it lasts forever, as his mouth continues to work me over.

When my body finally relaxes, he moves up, covering me with his own body. His lips touch mine gently like he’s the most innocent person in the world. I wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing myself against him.

“I missed you so much,” I tell him. My hands go down to the waistband of his pants but he grabs my wrists.

“Not tonight. I want you to rest. You look exhausted,”

I feel my lip poke out at being denied his body. He takes my lip between his, before pushing his tongue against mine. He groans against my mouth, flipping me over so I straddle his waist. I peel my T-shirt off leaving me wearing nothing. His hands cup my breasts before he bends to kiss the center of my chest.

“You haven’t fucked me in more than a week,” I press my lips to his ear. “I want you,”

“You’re the devil, I swear,” he shakes his head at me. When I reach over for the condom, he pulls his joggers down. He lets me get the latex in place before I sink down on him, holding his shoulders. I can’t go slow, it’s like my body won’t allow it. I move against him, grinding my hips over his while his hands hold onto either side. He watches where we connect, and I can see his eyes appreciate every time I slide against him. When I can’t take it anymore, he flips me over, finishing what I started. We come together, a loud gasp and groan. He moves to pull away but I wrap my legs around his hips holding me tight against him.

“Welcome home,” I say

He laughs against my neck, his chest still moving too fast. I reach up to run my fingers through his wet hair. He’s too heavy, yet I can’t find myself pushing him off. I only cling to him tighter.

“Are you still mad at me?” He says against my skin.

“Yes,” I say around a yawn. Still, I move grab at his T-shirt, trying to pull it over his head. He does it for me before standing to go take care of our mess. When he comes back his boxers are back in place. He slides in bed beside me, wrapping my naked body up in his arms.

“Y/n,” he says my name looking at me like I can’t be serious.

“You’ve been ignoring me for like three days,”

“I was on a fourteen-hour flight,” he says laughing.

“And you still haven’t told me what you were doing in New York,”

He presses his face into my neck, drawing me close. “We’ll talk about it in the morning,”

We sleep wrapped around each other. We’re both so tired we don’t stir until probably noon. When I do finally get up, Jay’s still knocked out. I untangle myself from the sheets and slip out of his arms so I can get in the shower.

His bathroom fills with steam, fogging up the glass that takes up the large space. I step in, finally feeling relaxed in what feels like a week. I’ve never been one who needed to be around my boyfriend twenty-four seven, and I still don’t think I am. Jay could spend all day at his office and I don’t think it would make a difference. It’s when he’s away that makes me a little anxious. When he’s home I at least have the option to see him.

I step out of the shower after washing up with Jay’s very manly shower gel. I grab the towel I used last night and wrap it around my midsection before brushing my teeth and heading out toward his closet. Every time I come over, I always find something I want to add to my own closet. I go directly to his row of designer T-shirt’s, sifting through them.

“I’m getting a little tired of having my shit go missing,” his says from behind me.

I look back at him. His hair sticks up in every which way. He scratches at the lion on his chest tiredly. He looks so freaking adorable, but I refuse to let on just how much I like looking at him.

“I don’t know why you don’t just expect it by now,” I say pulling out the black Givenchy T-shirt I’ve seen him wear often. He also has a red one, so I don’t think he’ll miss this one. I pull it on before going to grab another pair of his boxers and a pair of his jeans.

I pull his clothes on while he watches in amusement. Sitting on one of the stools he has in the closet, I cuff the bottom of the pants. When I stand, the jeans sag just a bit, but it’ll have to do.

“Go shower,” I shoo him. “We’re actually going out into the world,”

Jay grabs my hips as I walk past him, pressing himself against my backside. “I thought we were staying in bed all day,”

“You assumed we were staying in bed. We need to go pick up some stuff you wanted from my studio that you never got. Then I need to make sure Bora’s all set on the Zino event. I also want to go to that new vintage place that just opened up,”

Jay raises an eyebrow at me. “And I need to be along for all of that?”

“Yes, because you have to tell me about New York, and because I refuse to build a relationship solely on the sex,”

“We’ve known each other for half of our lives, Y/n. What else kind of building do we need to do,”

I roll my eyes at him for being such a man. He’s right though, but I’m not going to admit that I just missed him too much to not want to spend the day with him. My phone rings saving me from having to answer his question. I push him toward the bathroom while answering the unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Y/n,”

It’s Zino.

“Hey, what’s up? Is everything ok?” There’s really no reason for him to call me. Bora told me she’d sent an email right after she dropped me off, explaining that she was going to take over her event.

“Actually I was just calling to ask you the same thing,” he laughs. “Bora told me you weren’t coming to LA. Did I overstepped last night when I asked about Jay?”

Yeah, kind of. I don’t say that though. Instead, I curse my boyfriend who’s singing in the shower for being so messy and making my life more interesting than I care for.

“No, it’s not that,” I tell him. “I just don’t see why both Bora and I need to go to the event when she’s more than capable-,”

“And your boyfriend wants you to stay away from me,” he adds. I don’t deny it.

“Bora will take care of you,”

“Tell Jay I’m not trying to steal his girlfriend, no matter how much he deserves it,”

I roll my eyes at my phone. “Listen, I don’t care to get into whatever shit you and Jay are into,” I say while pulling on my white vans.

“I’m just saying he has nothing to worry about. I can behave myself,”

“Email Bora if you still want to work with her. I’m available to help with whatever you guys need. I’m just not going to LA,”

Jay comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He frowns at seeing me a little peeved on the phone. I shake my head, pointing for the closet for him to get ready. The less time he spends naked, the easier it’ll be to get out of his bedroom.

“Ok, Y/n,”

“You can email me if you have any more questions. I’ll see you around I’m guessing,”

“Yeah, see you,” he hangs up leaving a slimy feeling. He’s harmless I know, but I can just hear the ulterior motive in his voice. I’m feeling a little better about not working with him so directly.

“Who was that?” Jay asks pulling on a hat to cover his messy hair. I walk over to help him tuck his T-shirt in the waistband of his jeans the way he’s been wearing it lately.

“Zino asking if there’s a reason I’m no longer going to LA,”

Jay’s quiet while I fix the shirt making sure it doesn’t look weirder than it already does. He pulls it off I guess. I wait for him to say something, instead, he just presses slings an arm my shoulder. I pick up my bag on the way out the door.

“So, New York?” I prod when Jay slides into the driver’s seat of his Bentley. He looks over at me a wide smile on his face. And in a second he’s that young kid again, on the verge of something amazing. I can see it before he says anything.

“Roc Nation, baby,”

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1. Name: Nicole 2. Nickname(s): Nik, Nikki 3. Birthday: June 21 4. That makes you: 18 5. Where were you born: Nebraska 6. Location right now: Same place 7. Shoe size: 7 8. How many piercings?: None 9. Tattoos?: None, but I'd love a few <3 10. When you wake up you're: Confused and even more tired 11. When your about to sleep you're: Wide awake 12. Zodiac sign: Cancerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr/Gemini 13. Chinese sign: Rabbit 14. Righty or Lefty: Righty 15. Innie or Outie: Innie 16. School: Out of school :P Section Two: Looks 17. Nationality: White 20. Weight: 110 lbs 21. Height: 5'6 22. Braces? No 23. Glasses? Yes Section Three: Private Life 24. Do you have a boy/girlfriend? I do! 25. If so, who? The love of my life, Nate 26. If not, do you have a crush on someone? My boyfriend 27. Who has a crush on you? No one haha 28. Ever cheated on your bf/gf? Nope 29. Who was your first kiss: Nate, he kisses pretty good 30. Who was your last kiss: Nate <3 31. Are you a virgin? Yes 32. Ever had a threesome before? No 33. NQ- Ever been swarmed by ladybugs?: Nope 34. Have you ever been in love? Yes 35. Broken any hearts? Not that I know of 36. Got your heart broken? Quite a few times 37. Ever liked a friend? Yea 38. What happened? We started dating

Section Four: Past Relationships 39. How many relationships have you been in? 1 40. How many were serious enough to count: I'm in it 41. Who were those serious ones: I've only been in 1 42. NQ- Who USED to be your best friend: Well, he's still my best friend so 43. What made them different: Nothing 44. What happened: We started dating 45. Best boy/girlfriend: The one I'm dating 46. Worst boy/girlfriend: N/A 47. Ever been kissed: Yes 48. Who do you want back: No one 49. What do you regret: Focusing too much on guys 50. Why? Because I would've done so much better in school Section Five: Favourites 51. Song: Sound of Silence 52. Movie: Zootopia 53. Food: Anything really 54. Drink: Apple Juice 55. Store: Gamestop and Hot Topic 56. Television show: Stranger Things and Mom 57. Holiday: Christmas 58. Book: Grace Lost Series 59. Ice cream: Mint Chip 60. Sweets: Chocolate 61. Crisps: Doritos Jacked 62. Type of music: Pretty much every genre 63. Artist: Singer is Luke Bryan, Painter is Bob Ross 64. Word: Loquacious, vernacular 65. Time of day: Evening/night 66. Dressing: Ranch 67. Alcoholic drink: Don't drink 68. Colour(s): Blue, Red, Black, and White 69. Piece of clothing: Beanie 70. Character: My fursona 71. Smell: Fresh rainfall 72. Shampoo: Fructis 73. Soap: Fructis 74. Smiley: >3 75. Board game: Too many tbh 76. Sport: Soccer 77. Number: 5 78. Quote: "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Franklin D. Roosvelt 79. Animal: Wolf 80. Actor: Ryan Reynolds/Chris Pratt 82. Vegetable: Sugar snap peas 83. Fruit: Grapes 84. Place to be: In my room 85. Thing in your room: Pictures 86. Gum: 5-gum 87. Shape: Circle 88. Country: Europe 89. Mall: Any mall 90. Car: 67 Chevy Impala 91. Boy's name: Christopher 92. Girl's name: Chrissy 93. Family member: My brothers and my dad 94. Restaurant: Johnny Carinos 95. Movie place: The theater 96. Person to go to the movies with: Myself 97. Noise: Falling rain 98. Brand of Shoe: Airwalks 99. Brand of clothing: Aeropostle 100. Body part of a chicken: Thigh 101. Swear word: Asshat 102. Month: December 103. Possession: My ring 104. Team: Don't have a favorite 105. Season: Winter 106. Radio station: Pop station 107. Magazine: Don't read them 108. Favourite grade: Senior year 109. Least favourite grade: 5th grade 110. Teacher: Kindergarten 111. Least favourite teacher: Math teacher in 5th grade, he was a douche 112. Subject: Art/Choir 113. Subject to talk about: Anything and everything Section Six: Family 114. Who's your mum?: Not here 115. Who's your dad?: My role model 116. Any step-parents?: Yea, had a few 117. Any brothers?: 2 118. Any Sisters?: Nope 120. Coolest: Older brother 121. Loudest: Me 122. Best relative: My cousin 123. Worse relative: No one 124. Do you get along with your parents? My dad, yea 125. With your siblings? Mostly, we game with each other 126. Does anyone understand you? Yea 127. Do you have any pets? Nah 128. If so, what kind and name? 129. If not, what do you want as a pet? I want another dog, we had to get rid of ours Section Seven: School 131. Are you still in school? Nope 132. Did you drop out?: 2.75, I didn't pay attention freshman and sophomore year 133. Your current GPA: No thanks 134. Do you buy or bring lunch?: School bill paid for it 135. ABC's?: Know them 136. Favorite class: Choir and art 137. Play any sports at school?: Played soccer 138. Are you popular? With the outcasts 139. Favourite memory: Being the only girl good at soccer 140. Most humiliating moment: Falling in front of my close guy friends 141. Most funniest moment: Hitting someone in the face with a soccer ball 142. Most scared moment: Graduating Section Eight: What do you think of when you hear 145. Chicken: Bawk bawk 146. Dog: Soft puppy 147. Christina Aguilera: Music 148. Ricky Martin: Who? 149. 50 cent: Rapper 150. Poop: Emoji 151. Beach: Sand 152. Dessert: Cactus 153. Water: Blue 154. Osama: Bin Laden 155. Love: Life 156. Your little brother: Xbox One 157. Butt: Nice 158. Clowns: Pennywise 159. Wonder: Over Yander 16o. Brown: Pants 161. Banana: Yum 162. Sex: Rope 163. Parents: One 164. Homosexuals: Jensen and Jared 165. God: Father Section Nine: Do you believe in 166. God: Yes 167. Heaven: Yes 168. Devil: Yes 169. Hell: In a sense 170: Boogey man: No 171. Closet Monsters: Nah 172. Fortune telling: Nope 173. Magic: Nuh uh 174. Love at first sight: Depends 175. Ghosts: Nope 176. Voo-doo dolls: Nah 177. Reincarnation: Nope 178. Yourself: Ehh, not really Section Ten: Do you 179. Smoke: And kill my lungs? No thanks 180. Do drugs: Pfft, why would I? 181. Drink alcohol: Again, I'm not trying to die at a young age 182. Cuss: Yea 183. Sing in the shower: Sometimes... 184. Like school: Yea, it was the best place to be! 185. Want to get married: Mhmm, and I'm glad I found someone 186. Type with all of your fingers: Not really 187. Think you're attractive: Most days 188. Drink and drive: Fuck this 189. Snore: Sometimes 190. Sleep walk: Nope 191. Like watching sunrises and sunsets: Best place to be honestly Section Eleven: Have you ever 192. Flashed someone: On accident 193. Gotten so drunk til you threw up everywhere: I don't drink 194. Told that person how you felt: Yep 195. Been arrested: Nope 196. Gone to jail or juve: No 197. Skateboarded: Yes 198. Skinny dipped: In a bath 199. Rock climbed: Do it every summer 200. Killed someone: Nope 201. Watched porn: Nah 202. Gone on a road trip: Kinda 203. Went out of the country: Nah 204. Talked back to an adult: Yes 205. Broken a law: Nope 206. Got pulled over: Don't drive 208: Cried to get out of trouble: I don't usually do anything bad 209. Let a friend cry on your shoulder: I'm supposed to, I'm there to listen 210. Kissed a brother's or sister's friend: No 211. Kissed a friend's brother or sister: No 212. Dropped something on the floor and let someone eat it anyways: Nah, I usually eat it 213. Mooned someone: Yes, once 214. Shop-lifted: No 215. Worked at McDonald's: No thank you 216. Eaten a dog: A hot dog! 217. Give money to a homeless person: Yea, I've fed them too 218. Glued your hand to yourself: Yes 219. Kissed someone of the same sex: Playing Pocky 220. Had a one night stand: I have two right beside my bed 221. Smoked: Nope 222. Done drugs: No 223. Lose a friend because of your ex: I don't have any exes 224. Slap someone for being stupid: Yes 225. Had cyber sex: Sexted?? Kinda 226. Wish you were the opposite sex: A lot more often than I should sometimes. But for completely different reasons 227. Caught someone doing something: Yea 228. Played a game that removes clothing: Strip truth or dare ;) 229. Cried during a movie: All the damn time 230. Cried over someone: It's hard not to when you can't have an actor love you 231. Wanted to hook up with a friend: Yea, and I did 232. Hooked up with someone you barely met: Nah 233. Ran away from home: Nope 234. Cheated on a test: Once Section Twelve: Would you 235. Bungee jump: Nope 236. Sky dive: Hate heights 237. Swim with dolphins: Yes 238. Steal a friend's bf or gf: That goes against girl code 239. Try to be the opposite sex: No 240. Lie to the police: Hi officer my real name is Nicholas... Cage 241. Run from the police: No 242. Lie to your parents: Done it before 243. Backstab a friend for your own well being: That's just plain rude 244. Be an exotic dancer: Only for my boyfriend <3 245. NQ- Kill the president: Nah Section Thirteen: Are you 246. Shy: Yes, especially around new people 247. Loud: Extremely 248. Nice: I try to be 249: Outgoing: I fake being outgoing haha 250: Quiet: Yea 251. Mean: Depends, I'm mean to those I like 252. Emotional: Sad to say, but yea 253. Sensitive: Mhmm 254. Gay: I'm very happy 255. Strong: I wish, need to start working out 256. Weak: Yea 257. Caring: Yes, especially towards animals 258. Dangerous: Well, does this include caving? 259. Crazy: Uh huh 260. Spontaneous: I am the most random and spontaneous thing out there 261. Funny: I try to be, I fail at it 262. Sweet: To eat ;) 263. Sharing: With most things, but not my food 264. Responsible: Most of the time 265. Trustworthy: Definitely, if you want a secret kept come talk to me 266. Open-minded: Depends on what you mean 267. Creative: For the most part 268. Cute: Um, not even close, no matter how many of y'all say I am 269. Slick: They don't call me Nik the Slick for nothing 270. Smart: Yea 271. Dumb: I act like it 272. Evil: No 273. Ghetto: If only 274. Classy: As in sassy 275. Photogenic: Nope 276. Dependable: Only on a few select things 277. Greedy: Only with food 278. Ugly: Yes, 100 times over 279. Messy: With my life 280. Neat: With everything else 281. Perverted: You can say cookie and it'll go bad 282. Silly: Yea 283. A B****: I can be if you want me to be 284. A Good Listener: Mhmm 285. A Fighter: If you make me mad enough 286. A Party Animal: I'd rather read, thanks 287. A Game Freak: YES 288. A Computer Freak: I literally want to work on computers Section Fourteen: Future 289. Dream job: Animation 290. Dream house: Somewhere out in the country 291. Husband/Wife: My sweet redheaded boyfriend 292. Kids: 2 293. Names: Something with Ns 294. Pets: Literally so many 295. Car: Anything that gets me places 296. Age you would want to get married: I wouldn't mind getting married in the next few years 297. Best Man/Bride's Maid: My best friend Elena 298. Honeymoon: Anyplace that has a bedroom Section Fifteen: Your friends 299. Best friend: Elena, Nate, Jasmine, Kelsey 300. Known the longest: Nate 301. Craziest: Elena 302. Loudest: Elena and I 303. Shyest: Jasmine and Kelsey 304. Best hair: Kelsey 305. Best eyes: Kelsey 306. Best body: Nate 307. Most Athletic: Me 308. Hot-Tempered: Elena 309. Most impatient: Me 310. Shortest: Nate 311. Tallest: Kelsey 312. Skinniest: Me 313. Best singer: Me 314. Funniest: Literally all of us 315. Can always make you laugh: All of them 316. Wish you talked to more: Elena 317. Wish you saw more: All of them 318. Who drives you insane after a while: Elena, but in a good way 319. Who you can stay around forever and never get sick of: All of them 320. Ever lose a friend because you took it to the 'next level': Nah, I'm dating Nate 321. Whose always been there when you need them: All of them 322. Who is like your family: All of them 323. How many friends do you have?: Quite a few, and I love each and every one of them 324. How many are really close? About 10? Section Sixteen: The last 325. Thing you ate: Poptarts 326. Thing you drank: Apple juice 327. Thing you wore: My hoodie 328. Thing you did: This meme 329. Place you went: The store 330. Thing you got pierced or tattooed: Nothing 331. Person you saw: My dad 332. Person you hugged: My dad 333. Person you kissed: Nate 334. NQ- Person you beat to a juicy pulp: I wish I had done that to a couple jerks 335. Person you talked to online: Nate 336. Person you talked to on the phone: Nate 337. Song you heard: Vulnerable by Secondhand Serenade 338. Show you saw: Mom 339. Time you fought with your parents: Um... about a month or two? 340. Time you fought with a friend: Haven't for a while 341. Words you said: Fuck you is what I said Section Seventeen: Now 343. What are you eating: Poptart 344. What are you drinking: Apple juice 345. What are you thinking: About my boyfriend 346. What are you wearing: My hoodie 347. What are you doing: Writing this up 349. Hair: Down 350. Mood: Tired 351. Listening to: Spotify 352. Talking to anyone: Yea 353. Watching anything: Nah Section Eighteen: Yes or No 354. Are you a vegetarian: Mostly 355. Are you a carnivore: Nah 356. Are you heterosexual: Yes 357. Do you like penguins: Yes 358. Do you write poetry: Yes 359. Do you see stupid people: Yes 360. You + Me: No 361. Do you like the Osbournes: Yes 362. Can you see flying pigs: No 363. Do you sleep with stuffed animals on your bed: Yes 364. Are you from Afghanistan: No 365. Is Christina Aguilera ugly: No 366. Are you a zombie: No 367. Am i annoying you: Yes 368. Do you bite your nails: Yes 369. Can you cross your eyes: Yes 370. Do you make your bed in the morning: No 371. Have you touched someone's private part: Yes Section Nineteen: This or That 372. Winter or Summer: Winte 373. Spring or Autumn: Autumn 374. Shakira or Britney: Britney 375. MTV or VH1: MTV 376. Black or White: White 377. Yellow or Pink: Pink 378. Football or Basketball: Football 379. Mobile Phone or Pager: Mobile 380. Pen or Pencil: Pencil 381. Cold or Hot: Hot 382. Tattoos or Piercings: Tattoos 383. Inside or Outside: Inside 384. Weed or Alcohol: No 385. Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi 386. Tape or Glue: Tape 387. McDonald's or In-n-Out: In-Out Section Twenty: Opinions 388. What do you think about classical music: I like it 389. About boy bands: Nah 390: About suicide: Talk to someone if you're thinking about suicide. It is a very real thing and should not be joked about. I don't want to find out that any of you are no longer here because of suicide. I've lost 2 very close friends that way. 391. About people who try to force their opinions on you: They can kindly fuck off 392. About teen pregnancy: Only if they know they'll be able to take care of the baby 393. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years: With my husband in some country town 394. Who do you think you'll still be friends with in 5 years: Nate, Elena, Kelsey, Jasmine, hopefully all my friends 395. About gay men: They're human too Section Twenty-One: 396. Do you have a website: I'm working on building one 397. Current weather right now: Cold as balls 398. Current time: 7:00 399. Last thoughts: Byyyye

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Why It Is Fun To Hate Taylor Swift

1. She writes songs about her past loves that are not always so subtle about who they are about.

People see this as offensive to men in the media they are fans of or in general because it is an invasion of some sort into the private lives of the men. People also see it as “whiny” and “annoying,” and “can she please just write about anything else?” Those men she writes about? Most of them, if they are artists, write or sing about love and their own personal relationships themselves. That’s not an invasion? Also, Taylor is invading her OWN personal life in order to release pent up feelings, free herself, and also let her listeners know that she relates to them. The more personal and less subtle, the more we can relate. Secrets and songs that are not on a deep personal level from an actual real experience just aren’t that relatable, and in my experience, don’t really help me when I’m going through something deep and personal. Relationships are not all she writes about. She has written about friendships (Fifteen), her mother (The Best Day), forgiveness (Innocent), a dying boy (Ronan), and even about her being the one doing wrong in a relationship (Back To December). People like Adele (literally every album, but more explicitly Someone Like You), Ed Sheeran (also every album, but more explicitly Don’t), and Justin Bieber (Sorry) don’t get criticism in this way. Why is that? If she is whiny and annoying, why are you listening to her? More importantly, why are you talking about her? Focus on people you actually can relate to and enjoy listening to.

2. All she does is date. She jumps from guy to guy like it’s nothing.

This goes along with the first and I think this is a super silly and played out thing for people to say about Miss Swift. Find something original. But even my mother says it. The media, including something as simple as the morning news or newspaper, has drilled it all into our heads as a “fact.” It’s not, though: http://taylorswift.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_Taylor_Swift%27s_ex-boyfriends. She is 27 going on 28. Eight seem like a very normal amount. She also has not dated one guy after another, unless you count Tom Hiddleston only weeks after her and Calvin Harris’ split, which I don’t, considering it’s one time and everyone has done something similar at some point. I am 21. I can tell you that I have dated much more than 8 men. No one is calling me out for it. It is NORMAL. More importantly, if all the men she has dated, and continues to date, obviously know about her reputation as a dater, then why do men keep dating her? If they know “she’s just going to write a song about them,” then why do they do it? Why are they not called out for it? Why is no one blamed but the woman the way women are always blamed? If it is just for publicity for themselves, then that is even more pathetic. Sounds like sexism to me.

3. She’s fake.

This really means “she’s too nice.” It’s as simple as that and you all know it. She acts humble when she receives an award, all of her interviews are her smiling and happy, she compliments people regularly, she donates to charity, she visits sick children and people in hospitals, she sends personal gifts to her fans, she defends everyone involved in the music making process and their right to be paid fairly, she is a supporter of all women and is open about this in all of her actions including her “squad,” etc, etc. She wants everyone to like her and she has cared about that up until her 1989 album. Her wanting everyone to like her has led her to mistakenly say things she didn’t mean. In a short twitter disagreement I’m sure some of you are aware of, Nicki calls out MTV for being racist and not including enough nominations or awards for those of color and different body types, and in the midst of this calls out videos nominated with slim women while the only other nomination including much women was Taylor’s. Taylor tweets Nicki saying “I’ve done nothing but love & support you. It’s unlike you to pit women against each other” and “If I win, please come up with me!! You’re invited to any stage I’m ever on.” Clearly she missed the point and later tweets Nicki “I thought I was being called out. I missed the point, I misunderstood, then misspoke. I’m sorry, Nicki.” http://www.billboard.com/articles/columns/pop-shop/6641794/taylor-swift-nicki-minaj-twitter-argument-timeline If you’re not a fan of Taylor or even hate her, you might have seen this as her being just another white girl with white privilege who doesn’t know her place. Clearly, she is a white girl with privilege who, in this moment, was forgetting that she had this privilege, as many white people do. You forget that it’s not about joining someone up on stage, it’s about fighting for that person of color’s right to win and be the leader of the fight. You have to take yourself out of it and realize that if you are being called out in this way, it isn’t to be malicious, it is shine light on a problem in our society. Taylor missed this point because she is constantly trying to build up girls and women, and also in the fight against the media and haters who are always calling her out and hating on her for every little thing. I think her being called fake is purely because she has been in the limelight a long time and she is obviously trying to be nice to everyone at all times. That irks people. On a personal level, my own boyfriend told me that I irk people purely because I go out of my way to be nice: “your being too nice is frustrating and makes it seem like you can’t be a real person. A real person is mean sometimes.” Maybe that’s the same reason for Taylor, who knows.

4. She plays the victim. She lies.

I’m putting these two together because I honestly barely understand why they are reasons. Is the victim thing because of her singing about being hurt in relationships? Is it because of the Kim & Kanye debacle or just all celebrity riffs? The only other riffs I can think of are with Calvin Harris and Katy Perry. Possibly some with women who were in her “squad” and now are not. I covered the relationships thing but the Katy thing? Seems kind of silly and the only one who has addressed it is Katy. She is the only one who has spoken semi-openly about it, as well as Calvin Harris. I feel Bad Blood is too strong of a song to be written about Katy. Plus, we all have had multiple friendships that have ended in a bad way but that doesn’t really mean we need to hate either person for it, especially since we are not even a part of that relationship and there were no actual confirming words on Taylor’s part. Calvin Harris is… honestly, I never cared for him. From his snapchats before dating Taylor Swift, he always seemed really immature. Taylor used a fake, Swedish name for “This Is What You Came For” just so that he would receive the spotlight alone and probably because he wanted to be immature and petty, she decided to say that she helped write it, which is rightful of her to do so. He was clearly petty like I thought he would be and went on a twitter rant while she sat back and didn’t say a word. Maybe that’s why she is viewed as playing the victim? Because she barely says anything and when she does, she apparently never takes the blame. This is obviously not true considering instances like her apology to Nicki. Also, her alleged song about Kanye (Innocent) with lyrics like “who you are is not what you did.” One more small example: Back To December, allegedly for Taylor Lautner with lyrics like “so this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night.” Doesn’t seem victim-like to me. Next, she gets the trademark as a “liar” and a “snake.” This is because of ONE instance–the Kanye video where Taylor agrees to a line and later says she never agreed to it in Kanye’s Famous: “Me and Taylor might still have sex…I made that bitch famous.” Before I get into that, if anyone remembers, Kanye embarrassed and interrupted Taylor’s grammy win in 2009 because he felt someone else deserved it more. Whether he was wrong or not, that was extremely disrespectful and a really painful memory for her. Then at the 2015 MTV Video Music Awards Taylor makes light of it with a joke, says kind words about Kanye, and graciously presents him with the Video Vanguard Award. Then came the lyric he wanted approved. If you’ve heard the video where she actually approves it (http://variety.com/2016/music/news/taylor-swift-kanye-kim-kardashian-video-snapchat-famous-lyrics-1201816146/), Taylor ONLY APPROVES THE LINE “Me and Taylor might still have sex,” NOT “I made that bitch famous.” Taylor found it extremely misogynistic and also unfounded considering, she was accepting a VMA when he interrupted her, so clearly she was already famous before then. Even if she did approve the entire line or whatever, it is still misogynistic and it is still a dumb thing to hate Taylor for. That is between Taylor and Kanye. Taylor wouldn’t have been doing anything cruel. The cruel part will always be on Kanye’s side. She just would have been helping that along if she approved all of it. But Kanye, as well as many rappers, is known for his misogynistic lyrics. For no one to call out this 40-year old as immature and cruel is ridiculous, while Taylor gets called out for lying. Really? We all lie. We don’t all bash women in songs that play on the radio for all of our children to hear.

So, for all of you out there who want to and certainly will continue to hate Taylor Swift for whatever reason, please feel free to let me know what it is you hate about her that I didn’t mention above.

As much as you hate Taylor Swift, realize that those powers of hate can be used for so much good. Maybe shift to hating white supremacists, racists, neo-nazis, homophobes, and misogynists.

#anti-taylor swift #taylor swift #reasons to hate taylor swift #hate #mt #look what you made me do #...ready for it?#lwymmd #rfi

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thicc-matthews34 · 8 years ago

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Part two- Meeting Seguin

As Brooke look at the man who was sitting at a table with his teammates, Jamie Benn and Devin Shore. Brooke’s eyes widen like she couldn’t stop being a deer in headlights. She was so shy and sweet that she was even afraid to meet Seguin. There were fan girls there as well “ooooing and aweing.” all over him. Brooke wasn’t like that though even, she got out of the crazy crowd and helped her mom with the craziness of the stars being here. She was taking orders and making yummy lattes, caps, and mochas for the fans and some players as well. She didn’t see Seguin’s order yet but she thought that he might have already order for him and Benn since they were best buds in the world.

As she was making many drinks for everyone and getting their change for them. She heard a sweet voice come from the counter. It was Tyler Seguin with screaming girls around him that guards are trying to get away from him because he was tired and had almost been there all day. Brooke give him one minute with her finger. He nodded his head like okay thanks.

Brooke in her sweet voice, “Hello Mr. Seguin, what kind of drink can I make for you today?”

He answered in manly voice not trying to flirt, “Can I get an ice latte with light milk and sugar in it please?”

Brooke said, “Yes I will get that started for you and it will only 3.50 for it.”

Seguin was shocked at the price and was like it must be cheap but might be good who knows. As he waited for Brooke to make it, he watched and liked how fast she could make latte in two to five minutes. He started to think maybe “I should get her name and take her on a date.”

Brooke said, “Here you go Mr. Seguin, there is your latte with light milk and sugar.”

He said, “thank you and here is my number, give a text and I would love to take you out how a date.”

Brooke said, “Sure thang!” with a big fat smile on her face like she hit the jackpot.

He waved good bye once more, the craziness ended finally with fans and players heading home finally. Brooke and her mom and staff were so tired they could sleep at the shop. They didn’t though. They all push their poor working hard bodies to work and clean up the green mess they had from the event. After the long hours of cleaning the shop, Brooke’s mom decided to close the shop and have a break tomorrow. Brooke and her mom drove separately home because broke wanted her own car to have.

When both tired women got home, broke crashed on the couch and her mom passed out in the guest bedroom because she didn’t want to sleep in her husband to wake him up. Her parents loved each other very much. They were snoring loud and didn’t care for it either.

Next morning, Brooke was awake about 10:00 and made breakfast for her mom and dad. She decided to give a shot to text Tyler later and talk to him about hockey, thing in general and how his dogs are doing? lol. her parents finally came down from the bedrooms in their pg.’s. They were amazed by the food their daughter made for them. She made them scrabble eggs, bacon and French toast. She also made some of their special coffee which she would never let anyone to know about it. Her parents and she sat at the table eating their breakfast. Her mom nudged her arm. Brooke looked over confused.

She said, “what mom?”

She said, “I saw Tyler give you his number yesterday at the shop.”

Brooke said, “Yes he did and I’m going to text him after breakfast to see if he wants to meet up later!”

Her mom said, “Good idea!” with a wink and smile.

When breakfast was finish, Brooke helped her dad do the dishes and clean the counters of kitchen. Her mom likes pots and pans neat in the kitchen. Brooke decided to get showered and head out for a little with her best friend. She hasn’t seen in a long time which was Kaylee. Kaylee was her childhood best friend. Brooke waved by to her parents and off she went to see her best friend.

Kaylee met her at the mall and went shopping for a night at club. Brooke was party girl who was smart and kind as well. Kaylee and she were pick clubbing outfits that were classy but super cute too. Kaylee was more red type dress girl that could rock it like a queen. Brooke was classy and white but simple cute. She didn’t like to show too much but enough.

While Kaylee was picking out dresses, Brooke decided to text Tyler and see what he was doing later.

Brooke text and said, “ Hey its Broke from the coffee shop, I am the one who took your order.”

She sent it and right away she got a text back from him in two minutes.

Tyler said, “ LOL I remember you silly and I have been waiting for you to text me but I never though you will.”

Brooke replied, “ oh sorry, I would’ve but I didn’t know what you were doing.”

He replied, “oh just chilling with Marshall and Cash, they always missing me.

Brooke replied back with, “Aww how cute! They miss their dad so much!”

Tyler replied with,” 😊 and what are you doing night?!”

Brooke replied with, “We are out partying tonight! You can come if you want!?”

Tyler replied with, “Know you what the answer will be yes! (;”

Brooke replied with, “Met around 7:00pm at club and we will be by the VIP table.”

Tyler said, “Okay sounds good and the crew will be there as well.”

Brooke saw the last text and let it be. She knew that he wouldn’t mind if she didn’t reply. Kaylee was smoking in red short cut dress that made her stand out very much. Brooke found a beautiful back open white short cut dress that was not too much to show. They paid for the dresses and didn’t realize the time. The girls realize they had to get home to get ready. As they were getting ready, Brooke’s mom walked in.

Brooke’s mom said, “Anything ladies?”

Both girls turned to her and said,” No thank you mama bear.”

She smiled at them as she started to walking away from them.

The girls were already to hit Dallas and They walked down the stairs, waved by to her parents.

As They were driving, they were rocking out to Chance the Rapper. They parked at the club and Brooke saw Tyler’s heavy set black jeep already here. She looked at the time and he was early, it was only 6:30pm after she told him seven. She was surprised. They entered loud music that was EDM mix with techno as well. Women were grinding with guys or if they were a couple dancing like that too. Men were dancing like they didn’t know how too. She saw Tyler talking to Jamie and Jordy who were with him as well. There were a few of his friends from Boston as well.

Tyler looked up right at Brooke and drop his beautiful smile towards her. She looked back and did the same thing. Both Benn brothers look at Tyler like you are dumb not going to see the girl who you want to be with. He decided to leave his crew and go see Brooke and her friends.

Tyler said,” Halloo ladies and Brooke.”

They all just there and grinned from ear to hear going like “OMG THAT” S TYLER SEGUIN!!!”

They all nudged Brooke to go dance with Tyler on the floor to A Bruno Mars remix of 24K and she got up from her spot. She walked over from the VIP area and went to see Tyler.

Tyler said, “Wow, you look gorgeous baby!”

Brooke said, “Thank you very much babe!”

The two cuties walked on dance floor and Brooke leaned on Tyler and he grabbed her waist close to his. His hands were on her hips as if he wanted her to move with him. She did move with him rocking her perfectly fit hips with his. Their dancing was in sync with each other and they love being together. He just lights up every time they were dancing or when she faced him in the lights of the blue, purple, and many other colors that gleamed on her perfect tan skin and blue green eyes. Tyler met his dream girl for good and knew he could treat her right.

He said to Brooke, “Look at me.”

Brooke’s head raised from her neck and she looked up to him with grin. She draws her hand close to his face and brought it closer towards her face with their nose touching each other. They moved their lips in and kissed. The loud music and people dancing, their kiss brought them the moment of their life. After they kissed on the dance floor in the middle of the floor. They called a night.

Brooke walked over to her friends when they all screamed and jump around because she finally kissed her dream man. Brooke was so happy and delighted that Tyler liked her in a good way that she was the person meant to be.

Brooke decided to go home with Tyler when they called a night on the floor. The two love birds walked out the club holding hands.

Part three on the way.

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