*crying in a corner of the room*

HOW YOUR SUICIDE WILL AFFECT OTHERS.

When I was 16 I swallowed 3 bottles of extra strength pills in my school bathroom because I simply didn’t want to live anymore and I was tired, just so very tired. I couldn’t walk down the halls without being stared at and talked about because the school football team posted things about me online and eventually the rest of the bystanders joined in the harassment. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about, I’m here to talk about how the aftermath of your suicide will affect others in a way that you would never understand. Because you thought no one cared, but they did. So, here’s my story.
 I will never forget the look on my parents faces when they had to sit back and watch their little girl almost die from uncontrollable seizures. They had tear stained eyes and puffy cheeks. But what fucks me up the most was seeing my dad cry. I’ve only ever seen my dad cry twice. The first time was at his mothers funeral, and the second time was when I tried to end my life.
One of the responding fire fighters was a coach from one of my sport teams. And for a fearless man who ran into burning homes as a job, he couldn’t move from the corner of the room because the successful athlete he watched grow up was dying in front of his eyes.
My 2 best friends experienced the hardest part. They were the ones who found my limp unconscious body slouched up against the bathroom stall. They were the ones who had to be physically torn from my side because they didn’t want to let go of my hand. And to this day, they still have nightmares about that morning like it was yesterday.
A girl from my school who had also tried to take her own life earlier in the year showed up at hospital bed and gave me the biggest hug. She cried as she tried to explain how great life is, that image is still stuck in my head.

You see, it’s not about how many people will give a shit if you die. It’s about the ones who would, and how bad it would fuck them up for the rest of their lives. People care, and they always will. Suicide isn’t the cure to sadness. 

The Stereotypical Types as Siblings

ENFJ: The elder sibling who’s sort of popular but like not sports/cheer popular and hates everyone else’s siblings

ENTP: The bossy elder sibling who intimidates the shit out of their younger sibling’s friends but their younger sibling loves them because they’re actually really fun to be with

ESTP: The (probably younger) sibling who never leaves the house unless it’s to play Pokemon Go and their parents are “kinda” disappointed in them

ESFJ: The “cool” sibling who /is/ the popular kid at school and does cheer and is really sweet and nice and does anything they can to get away from the annoying little play dates their younger siblings bring along

ENTJ: The elder sibling whose younger sibling’s friends are constantly intimidated by and always avoid even though they [entj] dont always mean to be that scary

ENFP: The younger sibling who everybody likes because they’re so outgoing and nice but secretly they’re emo shits

ESTJ: They’re like the second mother and annoys the shit outta their younger siblings because c'mon, why have a second mother when you have a real one yknow

ESFP: The younger sibling who’s cooler than the elder sibling (and they know it) and they have a ton of friends and wakes up with new things to talk about during breakfast every day

INTP: The sibling who their parents are the most disappointed in because they’re nothing like what their parents hoped to be like they’re good siblings but they’re just not what was supposed to happen

INTJ: The sibling who never leaves their room and has a shrine of their obsession in a corner and they always cry over their grades even though they have like straight A+’s

INFP: They’re the hippie of the family and they probably have peace signs painted in pig’s blood on their wall but they love their family so much even though they complain about them 24/7

INFJ: The elder sibling who actually hangs out with their younger siblings and watches the same tv shows as them and goes to cons n stuff probably the perfect elder sibling

ISTJ: The sibling who has their fifty friends over all the time one by one but they lowkey hate them all so they shove their friends to their siblings to deal with and their siblings are better friends with them anyway

ISTP: They’re their younger siblings’ model but also not because they’re so uncomfortable to be around at first but otherwise they’re the sibling you want to become but not have yknow

ISFP: The sibling who sorta disappears a lot but always comes back alive with some new story to tell. Most likely to become a vagabond lmao

ISFJ: The really distant sibling who’s always worried about the future and seems like they don’t really care about others but those who are close to them know that they care a whole whole lot and that they just get caught up in their work a lot

MBTI and an Escape Room

ISFJ: “No, no, no, no”

ESFJ: *crying and furious* “This is tearing us apart! Get it together people!”

ISTJ: *Says everyone is an idiot for trying the wrong thing- never offers his own solution*

ESTJ: “I would take over, but I like watching ENFJ fail at it.”

ESTP: “Wait guys, I got this” *does something stupid* *fails*

ISTP: “If you guys would just listen to me then I could get us out of here- ok no one is listening to me, that’s fine too, whatever”

ESFP: *completely oblivious to everyone’s stress* “This is so fun!”

ISFP: *mopping in the corner* “I’m just really tired, I don’t want to do this.”

ENFP: *simply talking and rabbit trailing about random possibilities* “Hey look at this! This is so cool! Oh that’s kinda creepy…what if-”

INFP: *super chill and relaxed* “Man, this is so much fun. Hey guys- we should try and scare ISTJ”

INFJ: *Thinks he knows how to get out but can’t talk because all the tension in the room is about to make him cry*

ENFJ: *Keeps trying to create order amongst the group, but gets too emotional to handle the responsibility* 

ENTJ: *Has already planned out which one of his friends he will have to sacrifice first*

INTJ: *Knows how to get out after discussing with INFJ* *Doesn’t tell anyone because ESTJ said some rude and they want to watch ESTJ fail* 

ENTP: “Hey guys, I know what will work!” *tries something complicated and stupid* *fails* 

INTP: “My goodness, I can’t believe you guys haven’t figured it out yet, it’s so obvious” *doesn’t actually know how to get out*

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Lance puts his foot down, and Shiro/Slav have a long overdue talk.

Shiro never figured Lance for the snapping type. They all had their moments, under the constant stress of intergalactic rebellion, but Lance kept a reasonably calm lid on it – his self-titled “rivalry” with Keith aside. Looking at him now, there is only surprise at the way he’s holding himself, the set of his expression: Lance looks both nervous and pissed off.

‘Keith – could you give us a minute?’ he says, in a deliberately calm voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Keith hesitate, as if reading the tenseness of the situation and worrying that it might get out of hand. ‘Now, Keith. Go check on Slav’s sector.’

Reluctantly, and with a suspicious look at them both, Keith exits. Lance looks even more nervous when he does. More so when silence settles on them, and he raises a brow at Lance. Well? says the look, say what you have to.

‘I just… you’re way too hard on him,’ Lance repeats, a far cry from the irritated way he’d snapped Can’t you just cut Slav some slack? ‘He’s trying to help, Shiro. I-it’s not… he doesn’t mean to annoy you. It’s just how he… is.’

‘Excuse me?’ His previous calm turns to surprise. He keeps his voice low, not meaning to menace – but Lance scowls a little deeper, mistaking it for nonchalance.
Don’t, Shiro. You sound just like Iverson when you do that, a-and he was an ass,’ Lance says, voice rising only in pitch. Angry and nervous, like a cornered cat. Shiro takes a small step back to give him breathing room, but Lance stays tense. ‘Slav only wants to help. You treating him like a nuisance isn’t – it’s not fair, okay. He can’t help being jumpy; he was a prisoner for ages –’

It takes a second or two for that to sink in. When Shiro goes quiet, when his stare goes vacant as he processes this, Lance steps forward, speech picking up momentum as he grew more defensive.

‘– and it’s not easy to adapt out here,’ there’s a note of hurt in his voice, and it hits Shiro more than the chastising. ‘Slav got taken from his people and thrown into a war just like we did. He’s handling it different. YOU handled it different, we all did. I thought you’d understand him because of it, since you both got tortured by the Galra.’

That’s almost an accusation, and now Shiro fully understands what has Lance so fired up, so recalcitrant. And that understanding brings with it a sense of guilt, especially with the way Lance had said I THOUGHT you’d understand.

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you know how most of the times you are just another stable and mature fan who appreciates and support your faves normally, but sometimes it just… hit you how important they are to you and you become a crying mess in the corner of your room?

that’s what happens when I stop to really think about how b.a.p makes me feel, I mean - they are the reason I still have dreams, the reason I still hope for a better world, the reason I still believe in people. The world is going through dark times right now, and the fact that they are able to make me see some light in it is so amazing. b.a.p is my safe place, and it doesn’t matter if I am able to be the most active stan ever or barely have time to make a post once a week, I will stand by them and I will forever remember this group as a crucial factor for the person I have become (and am proud of).

I can’t even explain how thankful I am for supporting this group.

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17. Jungkook, fuckboy au

thank you for requesting! i hope you like it!

17. “I want you to keep it.” 

WORD COUNT: 1,346

Originally posted by foreveryoongz

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Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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Marauders Headcanon #16

Sirius Black sang in the shower and whistled absently as he did his homework. He grabbed his friends’ hands and didn’t think any of it. He proposed to first year girls in the hallway just to make them blush- or perhaps to make his mates laugh. He hexed people he didn’t like without thinking anything of it and hated himself for liking the color green.

James Potter burned holes in his socks from putting his feet too close to the fire on cold nights. He muttered tongue twisters under his breath when he was nervous because he was incredibly good at tongue twisters and feeling good at something made him calmer. He wolf whistled at people in the halls, but only when he knew they knew it was a joke. He doodled on all of his papers and often got distracted mid sentence.

Remus Lupin liked to sit as still as possible and watch the world go by around him. He carried chocolate around with him to give to sixth years he found crying in the library or first years who had fallen of their brooms or stressed fifth years who just really needed to make it through their owls. He folded down the corners of book pages and scrawled notes in the margins on the pages. He wore oversized sweaters and took comfort in every sunrise.

Peter Pettigrew laughed loudly when it was quiet and was still when it was loud. He shrunk and grew to fill the empty space, and being in the same room with him always brought a feeling of enoughness. He stared at girls with deep brown eyes and hair the color of honey, and he liked to steal James’ glasses because he thought they made him look cooler.

Wounded Warriors (Part 10)

Bucky x Reader Drabble Series

Summary – Bucky finally takes Sam’s advice to try some therapy sessions at the VA, but you end up being the reason he keeps coming back.

Warnings – Mentions of explosions, death, loss of blood, surgery, spinal injuries, and scars

Word Count – 801

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

August 2018

The little coffee shop around the corner from the VA had become “their place” over the past few weeks. Bucky would sit back down in the waiting room after his session and wait for her to finish up with Hamlet.  Some days she would come out with a smile, and other days, he could tell that she had been crying.  He’d tried once to cancel their plans when she’d obviously come out upset, but she had assured him that spending time with him was just what she needed to get her mind off of her session.

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Kiwi || Part One.

I don’t know what happened but i wrote something and well here it is. Let me know what you think and if i should write a part two… 


I’m having your baby, and it’s none of your business.”

It’s been a while since you last saw him, almost six months to be exact. six months since he walked out of your New York hotel room not turning back. Six months since you flew home from New York to find all of his stuff had been cleared from your shared London apartment. Six months since you peed on a stick that changed your whole entire life. 

You didn’t try and contact him to tell him, although you were still very good friends with his sister and it would have been easy to reach out you knew in your heart that a baby right now would just hold him back, and with an album release just around the corner you didn’t want to stop everything good that had been happening for him.  


The day Gemma found out she almost told him. She hadn’t seen you in months, but with your growing bump you thought it would be too risky to see her, but she persisted and persisted until you caved. So you put on you baggiest sweater and went to have lunch with her. She could tell you were off from the get go. You didn’t order any wine and you didn’t touch the cheese platter, she had finally figured out why you’d been avoiding her.. she thought that maybe you felt weird because she was his sister, she never could have imagined this.

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written on the sky

‘seeking a friend for the end of the world’ au

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and fluff (but mostly angst)
word count: 22.293
warnings: implied sex, alcohol mention
author’s note: this is an AU based on the movie ‘seeking a friend for the end of the world’. you can read this story without having watched it first. just letting you know that it follows the main ideas of the original plot, though the story is not exactly the same. :)  


≪…the urgent media call NASA is holding just revealed the unfortunate results of several failed missions that have been carried out in secret for more than six years…≫

≪…the asteroid named Golevka is sixty miles wide, and travels at roughly one hundred fifty miles per hour. It was supposed to slip past our planet in a few weeks, but it is now revealed that its orbit has shifted and it is now headed straight to Earth…≫

≪…the scientists were not able to find a feasible solution. They have called it an ‘imminent tragedy’ with zero chances of survival…≫

≪…the impact risk is at one hundred percent, and our life as we know it has only three weeks left.≫

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skirt (m)

Title: Skirt 

Pairing: Jimin + Reader

Theme: Five litres of smut with a light, sprinkle of fluff. 

Warning: Coarse language, Explicit Sexual Content, and Mature Subject Matter. 

A/N: Re-post. The one on Ao3 is fixed if you would prefer to read it there. 

Originally posted by sosjimin

Part I: 

Morning

There’s sweat dripping down his face and neck. He dabs it off with his hand towel and proceeds to dig through the contents of his duffel bag as you watch from around the corner. You know it’s wrong but you can’t stop yourself from staring. He’s one of the most simultaneously loved and hated students at school. Kind and considerate when you’re on his good side, and a complete nightmare when you’re on his bad side. Just last week, he made your friend cry after she accidentally spilled tea on him in the cafeteria. It was a total disaster. You went home furious that night, praying for the chance to get back at him … and now you have it.

For whatever reason, the academically challenged jerk-off is using the girls locker room. All you have to do is scream bloody murder and the school administration will handle the rest. It’s fool proof … but the second you open your mouth, he reaches back and tugs his shirt off. You rapidly lose focus. Whatever you were going to say is shoved all the way down your windpipe, and you watch in quiet disbelief, holding your breath as he undresses in front of your eyes.

The soft th-thump in your chest grows louder and heavier as you pan a look down his body.

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Storm

I’m sorry about this…blame my shower this morning.

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The sound of her cries woke Harry up from a somewhat-unsettled sleep. You weren’t beside him in the bed, and he always had a hard time getting into a deep sleep when you weren’t there. The unexpected storm had taken you away for the night to stay with your parents, as they were getting up in age and you were a bit concerned about their well-being (and the stability of their house). Harry was at home with both of the kids and, so far, had experienced a pretty easy night with them.

Until the storm started getting worse.

He could hear the wind howling where he was laying, and it sounded like a train was blowing past the house constantly. The sound of branches scratching down the side of the house from outside was constant and loud. His baby girl’s cries were scarcely heard above the sound of the wind, but they woke him up instantly. He knew she was probably having a hard time sleeping through the storm. He got up and stumbled down the hallway to her nursery, finding that she had pulled herself up into a standing position and was holding on to the bars of her crib as she cried.

As soon as she saw Harry, the cries increased, and she lifted one hand to reach out to him.

“Alright, love,” Harry said, padding over until he was in front of her, “Daddy’s here, don’t worry. I’ve got yeh.”

He reached in to pick her up and take her in his arms, bringing a hand up to rub her back when she instantly clung to his neck and cried into his shoulder. She was only just under a year, and hadn’t experienced any real extreme weather at this point in her life; the noises from outside were foreign and scary for her.

“The wind is scarin’ yeh, isn’t it?” he sighed, walking around the room with her and bouncing a bit to try and calm her, “Yeah, s’not lettin’ daddy sleep very well either.”

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Still Remembering - Smut

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin


Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 1,917
AN: So this was a song fic request that @writing-obrien​ got but she wasn’t familiar with the band. Since I am pop punk trash, I love me some As It Is (Patty Walters can fucking get it, let me tell you) so I was really excited about it and I asked her if I could write it instead. Please be aware it’s super angsty and sad and then kinda fluffy and idk what I was doing. And I know the song is kind of a goodbye but I couldn’t leave Stiles like that lol.


Based on the song Still Remembering by As It Is. Listen HERE.

Thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the window panes, the sharp sound of rain pelting on the roof doing nothing to comfort me. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow, my arms limply at my sides. I couldn’t stop thinking of her, even though she’d left me. She’d gone one day without a word, a note left in her place, explaining that she needed time, that she was afraid. She loved me too much, needed me too much, wanted to find herself on her own. I was pretty sure it was bullshit, an excuse to make herself feel better about leaving me alone.

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Mary

The day he won the lottery was the best day of his life. His state allowed people to collect anonymously, so nobody would know about his winnings except for him and the IRS. His coworkers would never know. He saved a lot of his money, but he did have one major purchase. 

He built a home. Under it, a two story basement complete with steel doors on the rooms. Thirty rooms underground in fact.

The place was out in the middle of nowhere, and he used almost fifty different construction crews to build the thing so no one company even had full specifications to the house.

Of course the house had three stories above ground, this was where he would hold dinner parties and his family would visit him at.

No sooner had the house been finished, the construction crews left the site and he had moved in did he put the rest of his plan into action.

His second purchase was a van, one which he removed all of the back seats and replaced with a mattress and several iron loops to hold restraints.

It took a few hours of driving for him to finally find a girl walking home alone after dark. He pulled over and asked if she wanted a ride.

She did not. She kept walking away, but he knew she was the one, so when she walked into an alleyway he followed her in his van. He rolled up behind her and shot her with a tranquilizer dart. She ran a few steps before she collapsed in a heap.

He stopped the van with it still running, got out of the van and picked her up and hauled her into the back.

Once she was securely cuffed down in the back he drove her home.

She had a school id with her. Mary was her name and she was in high school apparently. He wondered how many other teenage boys had the opportunity to defile her tiny body before he found her.

The drive took several more hours to get home since he’d picked her up from two states away. He had to pull over several times to re-drug her with an injection because she woke up and started screaming.

When he pulled into his garage he pulled her unconscious body out of the back of the van and carried her into the elevator in his house. He went down to the lowest level and took her into one of the newly constructed rooms and laid her onto the floor.

While she was still unconscious he undressed her and threw her clothes into the furnace. She wouldn’t need clothes as his new fuck toy.

When he had finished burning all of her possessions from the clothes on her back to her school backpack, he took his time going back to her. He wanted her awake for the next step.

After a meal and a quick chat with his friend on the phone, he figured she must be awake so he went back down to greet her.

Sure enough she was awake. Screaming and crying and trying to find a way out of the room. When he walked in he locked the door behind himself, as she cowered in the corner trying- and failing- to hide her private parts with her hands.

“Hello Mary.”

“How do you know my name? Where am I? What are you going to do with me?” She blurted out

“I read your ID before I destroyed it Mary. Where you are is unimportant. As for what I am going to do with you, I am not sure you want to know the answer to that, but I think you already know.”

“Are you going to rape me?” she sobbed, snot coming out of her nose.

It was disgusting. He grew hard at the sight of it.

“What do you think the answer to that is Mary?”

“Yes.”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

“N-no.”

“You don’t seem too sure of that.”

“I don’t want you to rape me. Please let me go.”

“What will you do for me if I promise to let you go?” he mused, toying with her tiny brain now.

“Anything. Anything just tell me.”

“How old are you Mary?”

“Twenty one.”

“Are you sure? Mary? Your ID was from high school. How old are you really?”

Her eyes darted around the room desperately.

“Mary how old are you?” his voice grew darker at the question.

“S-six-teen.” she stuttered.

“How many boys have you fucked?” he asked again.

“Nobody.”

“You are a virgin then?”

“Y-yes.” she whined and hung her head. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh I know you won’t tell anyone. What will you do if I promise to let you go? Be specific.”

“I’ll um, I won’t tell anyone about you.”

“Try again.”

“I’ll clean for you? Do your dishes?”

“I don’t think so Mary. You can do better than that.”

“I don’t know- I don’t know what you want from me!”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to educate you on how things are done in this house.” He said as he lunged at her.

She tried to get away, but the room was too small, and he was too strong. He pinned her to the ground in no time. Her tiny breasts pinned to the ground beneath her as her ass pressed against his groin.

“Are you on birth control Mary?” he asked in her ear as she struggled to get away from him.

She only grunted as she struggled.

“I asked you a question Mary!” he shouted.

She flinched.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked again as he wrapped his hands around her neck.

“N-no.” she stammered.

“Good.” he said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.

“Stop!” she cried as he positioned himself at her virgin hole.

He laughed as he thrust in breaking her hymen. She cried out in pain and began begging hysterically for him to stop.

He didn’t. He continued battering away, ramming her cervix with the head of his penis. Purposely trying to make it as painful as possible for his newly caught virgin.

She struggled more to break free, but he was stronger than she was.

“This is what you were made for bitch!” he cried as he pummeled her insides with his cock.

“No. Please stop.” She pleaded more.

“You don’t get to make demands of me whore.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call you what?” he taunted as he raped her previously unused hole. Pulling his penis almost all the way out, before ramming it painfully back into her cervix.

“Whore.” she murmured in defeat as he thrust into her.

“Yes that is what you are.” he said with laughter, balls tightening with her degradation.

“No I am not.” she complained, so he grabbed her hair and lifted her head before slamming it back down onto the concrete floor.

“You are a whore and you will admit so or I will break every last bone in your body.”

“No.” she grunted, so he slammed her head onto the floor three more times.

“Say it! Say you are a whore or I will kill you! Do you understand?” he shouted as he rapidly approached his release.

“I am a w-whore.” she sobbed.

“Say you are my whore.”

“I am your whore.” she wailed, desperately trying to curl up into a ball to avoid being hurt.

“Say it again!” he demanded as he finally released her hair, to grip her hips and thrust with abandon.

“I am your whore.” she cried.

“Whores like being fucked don’t they?” he taunted.

“Y-yes” she gagged on her own words now as he fucked her.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.” she said, voice going hollow as she spoke.

“Tell me you want me to fuck your whore cunt.”

“I want you to fuck my whore cunt.”

“Tell me you want me to cum in your whore cunt.”

“I want you to cum in my whore cunt.”

“Say please.”

“Please.”

“Please what?” he asked. She was confused for a moment before she seemed to figure it out.

“Please cum in my whore cunt.”

“But that will knock you up. You aren’t on birth control.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he taunted again as he thrust wildly now.

“Yes I want you to cum in my whore cunt and knock me up.”

And with that he did.

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Rap Monster: You had come home a bit late that night after studying all night with one of your classmates. Of course, dating BTS’ Kim Namjoon, you were always in the media. This time, you came home and Namjoon confronted you by sliding his phone to you where the headline was “Namjoon’s girlfriend caught being friendly with classmate.” “Joon, you don’t think this is real right?” “I don’t y/n, you tell me!” He ended up yelling at you, calling you a liar which ended up in him leaving you alone in your apartment. Namjoon came back to you laying on the couch, tear stains on your cheeks with puffy red eyes. He sat down, stroking your back softly, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “

“I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have done that,” he would whisper as you slept silently. “I’m so sorry..”

Suga: Suga and you haven’t been getting along as much as you would have liked to. He wouldn’t really take your feelings into consideration so this time, when you finally called him an insensitive asshole, he lost it. “Insensitive? Insensitive? Y/n, I am going through a lot and I have to balance work and you and you think you’re making that easy on me?” He raised his voice, making you wince. You ran off to your bedroom, locking the door behind you. You felt yourself shaking and decided to lay down next to the door. Suga had gone to get some air and when he came back, he unlocked the door to find you asleep on the floor. He lifted you up and laid you down in your bed, sliding in behind you. He kissed your forehead, squeezing you tight to him. 

“You are not too much for me. In fact, you are the right amount,” he said, whispering to you. “I love you so much and I need to show you that more.”

Jin: Jin hard started to feel like you weren’t telling the truth when you said you went to go see your friends. He had no reason to believe you were cheating but that’s what he was starting to think. You finally confronted you only to have you get defensive. “Jin, you’re my boyfriend. I love you. Why would I have any reason to hurt you like that?” “I don’t know y/n. You tell me damn it!” You felt yourself choke up at the thought of Jin actually believing that you would cheat on him. He stormed out of the house, leaving you alone and confused. You couldn’t help but cry yourself to sleep on the couch. When Jin returned, he had flowers in his hand and a box of chocolates in the other. He set them down and sat on the coffee table across from you.

“I shouldn’t have yelled,” he sighed. “I know you love me. I’m lucky to have you and I almost lost you tonight. I love you.”

J-Hope: You had planned to surprise J-Hope by coming home early but it kind of backfired in your face. You had gone to catch up with Jungkook, who introduced you to J-hope, and see if he would help you. Well, J-hope ended up seeing you two at the small coffee shop and nearly lost it. When you came home that night with his favorite take out and his favorite flowers, he was sitting at the kitchen counter, staring aimlessly at nothing. “Hobi?” You said softly, coming into the kitchen. “Why did you lie to me?” “What?” You asked. “I didn’t lie to you.” “This whole time I thought you were at your parents and you were with fucking Jungkook. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew you liked him.” “J-Hope, I got back-” “I don’t want to fucking hear it.” He stormed out of the house leaving you confused and sad. You ended up falling asleep on the couch, crying softly to yourself. J-Hope came home that night and immidately took you in his arms. 

“I’m so sorry y/n.. I should have listened to you. I should have believed you. I’m so sorry.” 

Taehyung: Taehyung came home that night in a bad mood. He wouldn’t talk to you, walking straight past you and into the bathroom. He didn’t come out until about an hour later, towel draped over his head. “How was your shower babe?” He didn’t answer you again. “Tae, what’s wrong?” He slammed the fridge shut, turning around with an angered look. “How come I had to find out from the internet that the ‘friend’ you’ve been going to lunch with is your ex-boyfriend?” You gave him a confused look. “It was in high school. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” “Not that big of a deal? It’s a BIG FUCKING DEAL!” He slammed his fist on the counter, making you jump. “Whatever y/n.” He walked back to your room and locked himself in there. You didn’t want to cry but ended up doing it anyways. You wrote Taehyung a small note and left it on the counter saying you loved him. You made a spot on the couch and fell asleep, sobbing quietly to yourself. He came out two hours later and read the note on the counter. He could feel himself choke up as he read it to himself. He came over and crawled up behind you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m a jealous idiot. I love you more than anything… I shouldn’t have yelled.” 

Jimin: Jimin isn’t the type to yell at you so when it does happen, you can’t help but be upset. You had come home late from work every night for the past two weeks. Usually, Jimin wouldn’t be upset but something really clicked in him that really made him upset. You came home to Jimin sitting in silence on the couch. “Hey babe,” You greeted him. He didn’t reply. “Well good evening to you too.” “Don’t,” he scolded. You raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?” “With me?” he scoffed. “Why are you lying to me?” “What???” He got up from his spot and threw a magazine at you. “Why is it that you’ve been ‘kept at work late’ but here is a photo of you and your boss at dinner?” You were confused, looking at the photo that had several people cut out of the photo. “Jimin it was a birthday dinner and half the people are cut out.” “Why do you keep LYING?!” He turned around, yelling at you. This was the first time Jimin had ever raised his voice so you couldn’t help but cry. “I’m not lying…” He didn’t answer, he just stormed past you, slamming the door behind him. You didn’t know what to do so you crawled into your bed still in your work clothes. You cried for an hour before finally falling asleep. You were woken up by Jimin crawling in behind you. 

“I have come to the realization that I am being petty and that I miss you and I just jumped to conclusions. I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I love you.” 

Jungkook: You could feel that something was off with Jungkook but didn’t know what it was about. You had tried to confront him about it but he wouldn’t really say much. You hadn’t been doing too good yourself either but that wasn’t the point. Finally, after a week of Jungkook giving you the cold shoulder, you grew some confidence and confronted him. “Jungkook, what the hell is going on? You’ve ignored me, avoided me, come home late. What the hell is going on?” What’s going on?” He scoffed. “You tell me what’s going on!” He grabbed your wrist and slip up your sweater, exposing recently fresh wounds. You quickly pulled away, covering your wrist up again. “You lied to me y/n. You told me you would stop.” “Jungkook I’m sorry-” “NO!” He yelled, making you stop. “You lied to me. YOU FUCKING LIED!” You felt your bottom lip quiver in fear as he raised his voice. “I need some air.” He didn’t give you a chance to explain of even talk. You started to cry, curling up in the corner of the couch, falling asleep. When Jungkook came back, he picked you up and took you into your room. He set you down, crawling in next to you. 

“Please,” he whispered. “Please don’t be afraid to talk to me when something’s wrong. I love you. I care about you. I want you to be okay.”