Jimin X Reader Rated: I for I swear it’s not as cheesy as it sounds. Only a little bit. Summary:
Four times she said no, and one time she said yes.
you marry me?”
is twenty-one years old when he asks that question for the first time. It
tastes of bad alcohol and too much cigarettes, the world is split in two though,
he has a smile on his face, one that couldn’t be defined as anything else than idiotic. There’s a thin sheet of sweat
covering his exposed chest, his chest is rising up and down as he watches her
slipping off the bed, her exposed back facing him as she searched for, what Jimin
could only assume, her panties forgotten somewhere on the floor.
you buy me coffee first?” That makes sense, he thinks, but all in all, that
would be a waste of time. What’s the point in meeting around a cup of coffee
when they could keep doing this for the rest of the year. She found it, her
panties, and she slide them up his legs, Jimin can’t restrain himself as he
lets his eyes travel her smooth skin that his fingertips touched not so long
ago. He notices a red mark on the inside of her left thigh, and he swore he
could still feel the taste of her flesh on his tongue. “Or at least know my
hums, not too quietly but loud enough for her to hear him without having to
form a proper answer. It’s a shame, he thinks as he watches her getting
dressed, to cover such a beautiful body under layers of clothes that look more
itching than one of the sweatshirts his grandmother knitted for him last
was the rule when it comes to one night stands. The least you know about your
partner, the less there is chances for what the things they call feelings. Not that she was the type to
fall in love with the first man she crossed on the street, though she had her
heart broken far too many times to not be cautious around them. Jimin didn’t
mind. He was having his part of fun in this situation, and even though he doesn’t
like to be considered as a womanizer, he wouldn’t deny that how many times he
found himself with a different girl two nights in a row. Sometimes even three.
just details.” A breathy chuckle left her lips, nodding her head as if that was
actually a very good point.
have to ask my dad,” she replied, her eyes scanning around to find her shoes – she
did not remember where they were, she was too busy to care earlier. Once more, Jimin
hummed, though more quietly than before. He rolled on his side, his back
pressing delicately on the soft mattress, at the exact same time she finally
managed to put a hand on her heels. “He’s not all that nice.”
tone of amusement made Jimin smile, as his eyes kept their gaze on her figure.
She grabbed her purse, looked around to see if she didn’t forget anything,
though she did not take the time to lay around her belongings. “Well, I guess I’ll
see you around campus, yeah?”
not.” That was one of her rules too, though she couldn’t tell if that was going
to happen or not. It was one of the mischief of sleeping with a college student
and face awkward meetings weeks after their hook-up. It’s even worse when you
found out you slept with best-friends, or with two brothers (though, she would
deny body and soul that that never happened before. “See you never, stranger.”
she was gone. The door closed behind her, leaving a dull sound of silence
ringing in his ears. He found himself looking at the ceiling, his breath even
now again. It was just a matter of time, before sleep came to rush over his
body, enveloping him in a deep slumber until the dull light of dawn came to
crash over his face. Never will he imagined that, he would see her again. For
i love oswald. his character development is so beautifully choreographed whether he be descending or ascending. he’s relatable as he faces hardships/bullying which is why i assume he’s such a fan favorite and everyone is scrambling to protect “their precious birb.” but take a step back and remember he’s a villain. he murders (a man for a sandwich. a sandwich. guys he killed a guy for a goddamn piece of bread and ham). he manipulates. he double crosses. backstabs. lies. he’s a bad guy. yes, a bad guy we can empathize with, but at the same time he doesn’t just get a free pass for everything. he fucked up badly. he didn’t think about the repercussions. and now his downfall is inevitable. everyone crying ‘queerbait’ and calling ed a 'snake’ won’t stop his decline. oswald’s facing consequences that he, if i’m being honest, deserves. (i mean, no one argued with oswald’s fits of rage when his mother and father were taken from him — so, why is it different with ed and his love interest?) ed has a right to be upset and he’s simply acting upon it. and guys, look on the bright side, it’ll just add more depth to oswald’s character and also to his relationship with ed. they can never undo the friendship they had built with each other prior to the ordeal, but that only makes it more enticing. two friends pitted against each other. they’re so aware of each other’s weaknesses and strengths. but under it all they have that underlying connection to one another and it’ll be interesting to see if that comes into play later on. will they ever make up? i can’t say for sure, but i trust gotham. they never fail to present us with a plot/sorry arc that has depth.
My new shrine cabinet came yesterday but the box was banged the hell up. Nothing better be damaged in there (I haven’t had the time to check it yet). If so I’ll be super pissed and will give Set pancakes and ask him to kick their asses.
ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.
TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.
GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.
CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.
LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.
VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.
LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”
SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.
SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.
CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted.
AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.
PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”
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