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tastingmellow · 5 years

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Could you do a rapper Erik fic, I’ll let your mind make up the rest.

To set the mood, listen to Big Ole Freak by Megan Thee Stallion or My Type by Saweetie. That’s my shit, yo. LMAO 🤣

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Erik was on top of the fucking world. His album came out and immediately took off, climbing the charts. Earlier in the week, his album reached number one in Hip Hop. So, what better way to celebrate than pop a couple bottles, dance with a few baddies, and reap the rewards of all his hard work.

It was Friday night, Erik and his crew were in Blue Flame, each brother having a bottle whatever they wanted. A few Instagram models surrounded the group, a few hanging off some of the men’s arms. Erik was seated on one of the couches, legs spread and arm resting on the top of the couch while a girl sat by him, boring the fuck outta him.

On the opposite end of this story, Y/N NEEDED a break from niggas. Her last little boo was on his fuck shit, playing with her emotions but she cut that shit quick. She was tired of trying to be boo’d up wit somebody sun so fuck a nigga, hot girl summer it is. She stepped out with her closest friend Melanie, putting on a little black number. Spaghetti straps, suede material on the outside and silk on the inside, she let her hair remain in it’s natural state with a face beat to the GAWDS. She was gon’ have somebody choosing tonight, as long as he was fine, could hold a conversation and wasn’t on no fuck shit.

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The night progressed on, Y/N getting approached by dudes but none of them peeking her interest. Melanie had the same experience, both of them sitting at the bar and laughing. Y/N went to order another drink before feeling a hand tug her arm. Melanie looked awestruck as she stared behind Y/N. “Damn, bitch, you might as well yank my damn arm off.” Y/N huffed and turned around, trying to find what Melanie might be staring t. “That’s fucking Killmonger.” Melanie spoke, moving Y/N head in the right direction.

Y/N chuckled and bit her lip, eyeing him up down. Erik was talkig to his homeboy, laughing so you caught the gleam of his grill. You licked your lips and took in a deep breath, eyes nearly rolling bak. “He finer in person...” You muttered. Melanie stood up, downing her drink and yours. “Come on, bitch. Let’s dance.” You looked at her sideways. “Bitch, did you just take my drink?!” You exclaimed over the music as she pulled you into the crowd.

Ay, big ole freak

Big booty, big ole treat

I'ma make him wait for the pussy

Hit it 'til he big ole skeet

You smirked, Melanie noticed and stepped back. “I know this yo shit, bitch!” You playfully shook your head, noticing a group of girls trying too damn hard to look sexy. One of the girls caught your grimace and bucked. You rolled your eyes and Melanie laughed. “Y/N, don’t play with these bitches.” You nudged her and licked your already glossed lips before putting your hands above your head and move your body, feeling yourself as the song progressed. You sang the lyrics with attitude, Melanie hyping you up.

Erik and his crew laughed loudly, some of them beginning to make their way to dance floor since they knew Megan had women feeling like the shit. Erik sat back, sipping from his bottle. His eyes ran over the crowd before seeming to be stuck on shorty in the black suede dress. She looked like she was in her own zone, having the time of her life with her friend, one singing the lyrics to the other.

Erik took another swig before standing up, his chains swinging as he made his way out of his section and to the floor. He smoothly made his way through the crowd, politely removing female hands from his body. He stopped when he got Ms. Suede and rubbed his beard as he watched her bend over, rolling her hips.

See I'm a big ole freak, I love to talk my shit

And you must be a pussy boy, if you get offended

Bitch it's Tina Snow, they love me 'cause I'm cold

And you can't take no nigga from me

I got mind control

You felt a pair of hands gently slide their way from the side of your thighs to your hips, moving with every roll, twerk, and grind of your body. You stood up, reaching behind you. You let your hand rest on the back of his neck, feeling his chains. You glanced at Melanie, waiting for confirmation to continue or dip and she nodded vigorously, eyes wide. You were slightly confused before continuing to roll your body, one of his hands making their way to your mid section while the other rested on your thigh.

The song faded out and you were finally able to get a look at the mystery man. When you saw his face you stumbled back slightly, luckily Melanie held you up. “Killmonger in the building!” The DJ yelled and Erik looked up nodding his head, smiling before looking back to you. He gestured for you to come with him and you shook your head, gesturing to Melanie. He gestured for you to bring her too and you took her hand, following him through the crowd. The three of you finally got to his section and Melanie peaced out, the two of you still remaining close enough to each other in case something happened.

Erik leaned over and whispered in your ear. “You really put the moves on a nigga, huh?” You chuckled and shook your head, leaning over. “You kept up.” He chuckled and the two of you chatted for what felt like thirty minutes but was quickly proven wrong when you looked up and saw only half the crowd that was initially there in the beginning of the night.

You started looking for Melanie, seeing her talking to one of Erik’s friends, giggling up a storm. You got her attention and gestured if she was ready to go. She hesitated, nodding eventually before turning to Erik’s friend. You turned to Erik. “I have to go, it was really nice meeting you. I’m a huge fan and you’re just as cool as people say you are.” You smiled and Erik licked his lips.

“Let me walk you out, Ma. I’m bout to dip too.” You nodded and stood up, pulling your dress down.

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You watched Melanie get in her car and waited for her to text you that you were good to get in yours before you sighed softly. You looked down at your feet, wanting to relieve them of the heels so bad but you didn’t wanna be barefoot on the ground. Erik noticed your look and walked in front of you, bending down slightly. You lightly chuckled before jumping up and getting on his back. “You’re a life saver.” You spoke and Erik chuckled.

“Where you park, mama?” You point to your car and he walks the two of you over, making you laugh the entire short trip. “Here you go.” he put you down and you sighed, unlocking your car before getting in. You didn’t shut the door, still talking to Erik. “Let me take you out, princess.” He spoke and you laughed softly. “You getting real cozy with these nicknames.” He shrugged and bit his lip, leaning over. “They just suit you, so what you say?”

You chuckled and looked to your phone, texting Melanie that you were about to leave. “We’ll see, my ig is @(________).” Erik pulled out his phone and immediately looked you up, following you back since you were already following him. “Hit me up there nd we’ll talk.” You smirked and he licked his lips, eyeing you before nodding. “Aight, ma. I’ll hit you up then. Bye, Ms. Suede.” You laughed and rolled your eyes, putting on your seatbelt and shutting the door before putting the car in drive. “Bye, Erik.” You smiled and pulled off.

As you drove you got a dm. ‘@thekillmonger: I got you, Princess. Good night.’

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You woke up the next morning with a slew of messages and follows. You first checked Melanie’s message and it was a screenshot of the The ShadeRoom. The headline read “Killmonger spotted with a new boo.” It was a clear picture of you and Erik talking outside your car. You groaned and checked your DMs. After scrolling through death threats, compliments, and just blatant perverted ass shit you got to Erik’s thread. He had sent you the same post with a concerned emoji. ‘If you gon fuck with me, you gon; have to deal with a lot princess.’

Were you ready for all the mess that came with even talking to a celebrity?

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A/n: I am making this a series! I really liked the direction and I wanna explore this more! I hope you enjoyed it though, boo! Reblog, like and comment! Feedback is always appreciated.

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minttexs · 6 years

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Let’s do a recap of the year

Soooo… I don’t know why I got sentimental all of a sudden but don’t question me xD. I just wanted to take the time and talk about some things, which are quite personal to me. Feelings I had this year.

WARNING: DEPRESSING AF, suicidal talk and quick review of my depressed ass so it could be triggering for some, but istg there’s some cute stuff as well at the end xD

I am not going to lie, 2017 has been a rough year for many people. It felt like an eternety to get through the year. Some things still hurts, some are faded already.

But let’s not focus on the negative things. Because a lot of happy things happened as well, that should not be overshadowed by the bad. :)

Speaking as an ARMY, I was really proud of ourselves. We always get comments about how much of a bad fandom we are, but I was really proud. We made Billboard happen, we made the Daesangs happen, we made the AMAs happen, we broke the records. :) WE made it. Together. And I am really happy I could be a part of that journey because our boys deserved all the love and praise they were showered with. I am really happy ARMYs. Good job everyone! :)

And as for the blog it had its ups and downs as well. Most of the downs came from my side. xD I feel bad sometimes that people have to put up with my annoying and depressic ass. xD But I’ve had a rought year. The beginning of the year I lost my uncle, and during the time being of my mourning my mind led me to places I’ve not been in a long time. My class had a big pressure on during this spring and I didn’t have a good relationship with my classmates that time, so I felt really lonely.

And I lost a friend of mine. We were friends for 11 years, and we had our rocky road, but I felt we would always have each other. This year turned out to be different though. She had her own struggles which she expected me to solve, and I ignored her because I couldn’t even solve my own… We were both selfish and craved for the others attention which we didn’t give, and felt like we suffocated each other. I decided that maybe we should give this friendship a break. But she felt I decided alone, and she wanted to start over like nothing happened, promising it will be different. But it wasn’t. So we drifted apart, I think further than I would have wanted it to go… I felt really bad. And started to question everything I do. I wasn’t sure of anything I was doing. I started to question the friendships and relationships I had with others. I felt like everyone hated me, and no one cared. I felt no one really wanted me there. I was just a temporary solution to their life. I still feel that quite often to be honest… I was lost. I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t pretty enough. I wasn’t smart enough. I wasn’t special enough. I wasn’t kind enough. I wasn’t enough. And I wanted to not be there. Just disappear from all of this. To stop that inner pain I had inside. That emptiness I felt inside. No matter where I looked I felt like I shouldn’t be there, I am just bothersome to them. And if I told my worries they sushed me that it is only in my head. That I tell myself these things because I want attention. That I am an attention whore who wants to play the victim, whilst I should be thinking about the things I have done wrong. And it kind of reassured me that I don’t belong here. I shouldn’t be here.

I really thought about killing myself. I was taking painkillers because I had horrible headaches. And one of the many nights I was silently crying in my room at 1 am, I looked at the box of painkillers. The idea seemed so close yet so far away. It seemed… so easy. Taking the entire box in one go, there could be 2 ways out. I either choke on them, or die from the pills, the end is the same. I was insane, I thought ‘well I’m using them right because I want the pain to go away’. Then I realised what I was doing and it felt like an instant cold shower. I was so scared, I was scared of myself, scared of what I was doing, that I could not have gone this low in my life.

Then things started to hit me one by one. I swept all of this under the bed, and tried to forget till one day senior prom came. We had to send in baby pictures of ourselves, for the show, and I told I had a hard time choosing, but I knew which I wanted to have. The scenario of the picture doesn’t even matter. The way I am is the main element. I was smiling. And I never saw a kid that happy than I was in that picture. I never saw myself that happy. She was so happy. She was happy, even though she was bullied for the way she looked, she was happy even though she felt like she was not loved. But she was happy because she had the hope that tomorrow will be better. Next year will be better, She was the little girl I want to be again. The little girl with all the big dreams she had. That she will make people laugh. She will make people happy. She will show them that she’s more than this and that. That little girl wanted to kick ass, and looking at that pic I started crying. The things I kept telling myself echoed in my head, and I felt worse by each sentence. The little me would be disappointed. Would you tell your young self, that when you grow up you’ll be depressed and sad all the time? That you will question everything you do or say? That you will feel like no one loves you? That you will feel like you should die? No. You don’t say this to a kid. You tell a kid that they’ll the most beautiful thing on Earth. That they will be really happy. They will make all of their dreams come true. They will be loved. And I realised… that’s what I should have been telling myself. Instead of telling how ugly I was, I should have said how beautiful I was even though I cried my eyes before. Because I wouldn’t tell my young self that she was ugly, she was worthless, she was hated, she was not loved. Because I loved her, more than anything. And honestly when Jonghyun died… I realised it needs to come to an end. It can’t go on like this… So many people looked up to him, he was surrounded by so many people who loved him with all their heart. And just to think about that he felt alone. Someone so loved, felt alone. Felt like he won’t be missed because no one cared. And it sounds too selfish, but I don’t want to end up like that. Because he is missed. A lot. And I know I would be missed too. Because my friend would miss her deskmate. Because my little dongsaeng would thing she didn’t pay enough attention to me. Because my penfriend would think it’s because she didn’t answer. Because my squad would think they were selfish to realise how bad I needed them. Because my bestie would think it’s karma on her for being a bad friend to me. Because my grandma would be sad she won’t have anyone now that me and grandpa are dead. Because my dad would think he abadoned me that’s why. Because my brother and mom would think it’s their fault. I would miss out on all my dreams. And I still want to kick ass and show who I am. I don’t want to be remembered for being sad. I want to be remembered for being happy. For making people laugh. For making feel others happy. For pursuing my dreams. For being a writer. For being a better me.

So I decided to put on an end to this. I don’t want to daydream what it would be like to be beautiful and feel happy. I want that. I want to feel beautiful, I want to be happy. I want to laugh till my stomach hurts. I want to do things that I don’t look back with regret.

I’m still struggling, and I have bad days. But I want to be better. I want to be ‘okay’. As I said. I want to be a better me.

And for those who are struggling with simmilar things. Don’t feel you’re alone. Don’t feel you’re hated. Don’t feel like no one would care. I know it’s easier said than done. But I am here. You’re not alone. You’re loved. And people care. I love you. And I care. Please know that. The world would be missing out if you weren’t be with us today. :)

Phew I feel like a rock has been lifted up my shoulders. So I think I am officially over with the depressing shit, now we can move onto the more fluffy stuff.

LIKE OH MY GAWD WE HIT 2226 FOLLOWERS. *-* I’m like SHOOKETH. Like seriously I am so like wow, that is a lot of people. And thank you guys so so so much for being here with me. Even when I was lethargic and annoying you guys sticked by me and I am really greatful for it. You guys are really amazing even with your likes and reblogs, you guys make my day better. I can’t express it enough how big part of my life is on Tumblr with you guys. And I just feel blessed to have you guys here with me. We have been a lot of stories and scenarios and I can’t wait to share more with you guys. I hope 2018 will be a better year for us.

And I hope it will be filled full of adventures, fun and happy time. I hope every single one of you who read this will have a wonderful and a better year ahead of you.

Stay healthy, stay happy.

Let’s hold hands together next year as well, and make beautiful things happen. Because teamwork makes the dream work. :)

Goodbye 2017.

Hello 2018.

#thank you #for this year #bts #minttexs #depression #mental health #personal

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euargh · 7 years

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Stolen from @thebigdeepcheatsy A- age: I am uncomfortable revealing that, sorry. B- biggest fears: [I fear those things as well, Deep C!] The day my parents actually do the things they constantly threaten me with (they are unpredictable which is awful because I have a bad nervous disorder and become terrified easily.) Losing my cats. Getting mugged or worse while at a bus stop or bus station. If the people I am friends with currently are only friends with me due to politeness or pity and if I have to be the one to remove myself to not be a burden to them any longer. The list is long. Basically... everything horrible. C- current time: 9:16 PM cst D- drink you last had: Water. E- everyday starts with: either being yelled at or head/organ pain. F- favorite song: I have so many favorite songs, but my current one is Gospel of Dismay sh-shut up. It grew on me and I liked the animation. I thought it was cute. Bendy kind of reminds me a LOT of my self. I do not know why. Just everything about him. I laughed hard at the real life person showing up in the video. THAT WAS SO FUNNY. I now headcanon that guy to be a modern day Sammy Lawrence. I said "LMAO THIS IS TOTALLY HOT TOPIC" and lo and behold, discovered Bendy merch is actually going to be available next month there. -cries- (Also Bendy reminds me of my headcanon of Lyman in my sitcom.)

G- ghosts, are they real?: I can not tell if they are just images stuck in time being replayed over (since time is this weird type of... thing), or if they are indeed ghosts of dead people, and if so, why would they want to stick around? what exactly is going on? what is the logic? are they being punished? how are they still not aware they are dead? Like... if all these years passed and strange technology pops up, should that not cause some kind of concern to the ghost or something? Are they even aware? If I were a ghost, I would be flying around in space giving the middle finger to Earth. Or pranking jerks. Then again I have no idea how the afterlife works... if there is one. I want to sell my soul to be a prankster demon, you afterlife sons a bitches. I want to harass teh trumpbutt and jerks around da globe and make da sad kids laugh. Jack da troll demon on da loose, bada bing bada kaboomm. summon @ own risk u guise. stfu H- hometown: Brownsville, an ugly UGLY ghetto city. I- in love with: OH GAWD, I have no idea if I am even capable of that? I can not understand my feelings. Much of the time I just avoid the person entirely, especially if it starts tearing me up inside. IT IS SO CONFUSING and I am not good with communication, and I feel like they deserve WAY better than my ugly and extremely nervous self. J- jealous of: [I GET JEALOUS OF THOSE SAME THINGS AS WELL, DEEP C.!] When jerkheads have perfectly nice lives and live in nice places. The favoritism and affection my parents have for my sis'. People with good health and/or a nice life and/or no real problems that whine over absolutely stupid things (like getting friendzoned, omg stfu). A lot of things to be honest. K- killed someone: ???? WHOOOOA NOW. EASY THAR, MAI BOI. L- last time you cried: Just now after having to walk to the stupid convenient store for my parent's beer run. It is hot/humid outside, and hot inside. My hair became matted and looked like crap. I cut most of it off. I will have to chemically straighten it again with Africa's Best hair relaxer soon. The cashier kept making grossed out faces at me. The costumer behind me was a creepy old guy standing way too close, basically breathing down the back of my neck. Anxiety hell. There was one funny part though, while walking there was a huge roach that was... apparently chasing after me? I ran because I wanted no trouble. Nope no no nope. NOT GETTING MUGGED BY A BUG. YEAH I AM A COWARD WITH INSECTS SOMETIMES, STFU. BUT HOLY SHIT IT WAS HUGE. Making note to make a silly comic out of that. M- middle name: I hate my middle and last name. N- number of siblings: Unfortunately I have one and I have no idea how we are even related other than she is as abusive, horrible, and batshit as my parents are. O- one wish: To live somewhere nice that actually snows and be far away from my abusive family, and to maybe have real life supportive friends to pal around with that would not try to hurt me. Wanting friends is a lifelong thing I am unable to obtain, and I am unable to afford to move to such a nice place. I suppose it is just not meant to be. P- person you called or texted last: My sibling. Q- questions you are always asked: How are you still alive? (Do not worry, I actually find that question amusing.) There are more, but I can not remember them right now. R- reasons to smile: My online friends and anyone that wants to talk to me, my funny cats, whenever people like/reblog/fave my drawings so other people might discover me, the one or two fans I actually have, my pain killers to help with my chronic pain, the fact the creators of Bendy said Bendy can have a tail (GOOD. YES. YESSSS!!!! nice), I am sure there are a lot of reasons to smile but I am currently trying to make myself calm down after having to step out. S- song you last sang: I was attempting to make Perfect Polly sing Devil's Swing for a crappy youtube video, but I am unsure if anyone would even want to watch that disaster. Maybe I should ask people if there is a song they want to request for perfect polly to sing, or create a tumblr for people to send Perfect Polly questions and such to answer on youtube. T- time you last woke up: 6:30PM due to the heat knocking me out much of the day. x_x U- underwear color: Black. V- vacation destination: I have never been anywhere honestly. Except to San Antonio, but even there it was just to clean my sis's apartment, and then I spent much of the time just taking the public bus to kill time... which was awful. W- worst habit: Everything I do???? X- any x-rays: On my skull, teeth, chest, ankle. Y- your favorite food: Anything that does not hurt me. Z- zodiac: Aquarius. I am a stereotypical aquarius too. Whooooa. Getting out of hand now. I TAG: @gorburger @boogiefeverforever @cheapkrabs @akkikumori @harryhenry1 @ask-boris-the-puppup

#survey #tl;dr #welp #wait i meant stolen the survey #oh no #did this to get my mind off stuff #filled with really lame ramblings #I have no idea why doing these things kind of help calm me down

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dontdropthatdun-blog1 · 7 years

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Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

tagged by: The wonderful @boldxvirtue <3 tagging: @shxntong @osilentphoenix @ladydiaochan @oath-of-three-arrows @aakane @savageorchids @crimsontigerlord @tuonelianterror If you would like too^^ And anyone else who wants too <3

what’s your otp for your muse?

Ugh I’m not quite sure tbh. I have some in my head but I’m hella shy to approach^^

what are you willing to rp when it comes to shipping?

Romantic because XIAHOU DUN IS BAE AND WILL TREAT YOU LIKE A TRUE PRINCESS. He’ll also be distant sometimes but you’ll know he’ll always love you. I really want to write some romantic shit with Xiahou Dun too! ( He has to be the alpha male ) Daddy Dun

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

They have to be legal, that’s the first thing. Above the age of 18 will do fine. Older than Xiahou Dun ( Who is 29 ) is a bit strange for my liking. Not that you’re older, I just don’t see him with someone above his own age^^

are you selective when shipping?

I am but only because I’m not a multiship blog. I want Xiahou Dun to focus on one lady who he can protect. Like, I want to pop up to the person I’m shipping with and just shout WAIFUUU!

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered n.sfw?

Ehhh, it depends everyone has that stage where ‘ Woah, I should probably tag this as nsfw ‘ But for me, I’ll always tag it nsfw even if it isn’t that bad. Just so you know it might get freaky down the line xD

who are other muses you ship your muse with?

GAWD I’M TOO SHY TO TAG. There are one or two whom I see shipping with but I’m a complete pussy so I won’t be tagging anyone xD

does one have to ask to ship with you?

Yeah considering I’m a single ship blog^^ I’m kinda picky but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t ask! Don’t be intimidated <3

how often do you like to ship?

I’ve been in a shipping mood as of late.

are you multiship?

No sorry <3 I want to focus on one person. I might change my mind in the future but for now, no^^

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed but I do like shipping. I live for writing fluff and stuff^^ It’s only my fav genre^^

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

AHEM- XIAHOU DUN X CAO CAO. I can’t help it, I see all the precious art and I’m like GAWD THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL! I am also a fan of Wang Yuanji and Jia Chong. Sorry Sima Zhao xD

finally, how does one ship with you?

Chemistry. You need to have this, we can’t go straight into shipping without it^^ I will do ask memes that involve fluff but I won’t go far with it. If I get a ship partner then I’ll stop them

#( headcanon )#( Daddy dun )

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