he had been shitting on me for years

when i was like 14, i once wore contact lenses instead of glasses to school bc i had just learned how to put them on and i wanted to show them to my friends right, and this one guy goes and tells me “i thought girls were supposed to become beautiful when they stopped wearing glasses. something obviously went wrong with you” and that was??? so incredibly rude i wanted to cry but i just stood there not knowing what to say bc i honestly thought we were friends

but the girl sitting in front of him (who was also his crush, mind u) hears him and turns around with the most disgusted expression on her face, and calls him out on it like “omg i cant believe you said that have you even seen yourself in a mirror you have no right to tell her shit” and then she turns to me and says “dont listen to him, you look gorgeous with or without glasses” and she probably already forgot about that but i always remember it whenever i feel self-conscious about myself

so the moral of the story is: if u see someone being a jerk to someone else, dont laugh along and call them out on it. stick together and bring all the fuckboys down

marauders as things me and my friends have said/done (part 2)
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  • peter: *sprains his arm after trying to shove it in a vending machine to steal food*
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  • james: *runs into the room, panting* IF HE ASKS, PRETEND YOU NEVER SAW ME.
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  • lily: rule number one - no "your mom" jokes.
  • peter: but "your mom" jokes are 90% of my personality!
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  • sirius: *crying* IM NOT A GOTH, OKAY? *wipes his face* FOR FUCK'S SAKE NOW MY EYELINER'S SMUDGED.
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  • peter: *walks into the dorm* what the hell-
  • remus: *sitting on sirius' lap with his wrists tied together with sirius' tie* i know this looks kinky, but i can assure you it's not.
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  • peter: *drunk* I'LL PUT YOU IN THE FUCKING GROUND!
  • remus: *even more drunk* I'LL TAKE YOU DOWN WITH ME, BITCH.
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  • sirius: i am NOT childish!
  • remus: you refuse to eat omelettes unless i cut them to look like Pacman.
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  • peter: stop talking in sync like that, it's weird.
  • james and sirius: *at the exact same time* FINE.
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  • sirius: *brings a sledge to school in the middle of summer and sledges down the stairs*
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  • peter: you have a skinny dick.
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  • remus: oh, well, forgive me, i didn't realised we'd gathered here today to shit all over my existence.
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  • sirius: does my ass look big in this?
  • james: no offence, but yeah.
  • sirius: perfect.
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  • *in the lunch hall, after james and sirius have had a massive argument and an awkward silence follows*
  • remus: well. . .this soup is pretty darn good.
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  • peter: hey, be careful, i could kick your ass if i wanted to.
  • james: mate, you went to therapy because of your fear of sandwiches, i don't think you'll be kicking anyone's ass today.
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  • remus: you remind me of christmas.
  • sirius: awwww!
  • remus: i hate christmas.
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  • james: *joined a kayaking club even though he's never been near a kayak in his life and gets kicked out because he dropped his oars in the canal and had to jump out the boat*
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  • remus: *on the first day of First Year* oh my God guys! we get our own locker? holy shit! im going to decorate it and make it so beautiful and tidy!
  • remus: *on the first day of Sixth Year, pulling a mouldy starbucks cup out his locker* i think something died in here.
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  • someone: what did you get detention for?
  • sirius: *cracking his knuckles* oh, you know, i just punched some guy in the year above.
  • james: *whispers* what did you really get detention for?
  • sirius: *whispers* for shouting HUZZA when i walked into the biology exam.

anonymous asked:

I can tell you've been through a bad breakup, what did your ex do for you to leave him? I've been following you for years and you're always so positive so I hate to see you down..

Our last encounter he locked me in a room for two hours and verbally abused me, damaged my shit, threw my phone and fucked it up so badly I had to get another one, at the same time he hit me and head butted me, and only left when I threatened to call my mum. I had a bruise on my head for over 10 days. He texted my mum abusive shit claiming I’m a hoe because I reblogged a guys picture on tumblr and even tried to turn my friends against me by telling them all the “bad things” about me. Which didn’t work - it just made him look foolish. I called a uber to take me to london to fix my phone and it happened to be a guy I went to school with. He stayed with me for 4hours and didn’t charge me. He brought me food, reassured my mum I was okay and even calmed down some of my male friends. An hour after my ex left, his mum then sent me abusive messages calling me “the angel of death” because I wouldn’t take her son back. The manipulative emotional shit he/ they did during the entire relationship only resonated recently. It was literally a nightmare disguised as love. If I ever see him with another woman I will warn her too and so will my friends regardless if they’re with me or not. I recently spoke to one of his old ex’s and she confirmed that that was the reason why she left too. So I’m glad I walked when I did. I felt stuck and knew shit would get worse. He apologised via email a few weeks later and then 2 weeks ago sent another email blaming me for everything lol. He’s still playing victim online too. It’s hilarious but scary at the same time. He was much older than me, so there’s really no excuse for his behaviour/ his reluctancy to change and seek help either.
I have 5 brothers and the only reason why I didn’t involve them, is because I know what they are capable of and they’re all in a good place now. Plus he really isn’t worth it. I informed the police and they have reassured me that if anything happens, they will take full force. My God brother is a police officer.

I’m in a great place now though. It’s been 3 months and I’m completely over it. My life is gone back to being stress free and light. Heartbreaks are difficult. Walking away from a narcissistic and sociopathic person is even worse and repairing the damage could be a long process for some. But it isn’t the end of world. I’m back to being me again and I’m happy. I feel beautiful again. I’m being introduced to/ meeting some amazing prospects lol. But this summer I’m just living and going with the flow. There are some amazing men out there and I’ll be damned if I let this fuckery prevent me from experiencing love in its truest form.

Emotional and physical abuse is very real and if you find yourself in that situation, put yourself first and run. These types of people will never give you the closure you need as they thrive over the power of controlling you emotionally and they will continue to portray themselves as a victim to whoever listens. Let them. Who gives a shit. You’re free and life will open up and become light and beautiful again.

Context: two members of our party are a human fighter named Santire, and a half halfling/half tiefling five year old rogue nicknamed BM that rides around in Santire’s bag. They share a turn in initiative. The party was briefly split up, where my character (Mavine: tiefling paladin) and another PC (Willow, tiefling ranger) were facing four goblins outside the entrance to a cave dungeon. One was already dead by the time Santire and BM walk up.

DM: Okay. Santire and BM, what do you guys do?

Santire: How far are we from that goblin on the left?

DM: 130 feet.

BM: Just throw me!

Some discussion. We thought it was a joke.

Santire: Okay. I throw him! *rolls a 13 with a +4*

DM: …….okay, you throw a fucking child at this goblin. He makes it 60 feet before hitting the sand.

Santire uses an action surge to try again after BM dashes back to him. He makes it 60 feet again. This process goes on, over and over each turn in initiative while my character protects Willow and helps take out the two other goblins. DM even granted multiple action surges so Santire could walk 30 feet closer and throw BM again. He just wasn’t getting any rolls higher than a 13 Finally, Santire is about 40 feet away and only needs a 14 to make the distance.

Willow: Wait, what if BM can’t do enough damage to kill him in one go? 

DM: get a nat 20 and he’ll do extra damage.

Santire grabs my d20 instead of using his phone dice app. He rolls and gets a 14 first try. There’s some cheers. But he has advantage and has been rolling with advantage the whole time. Rather than take the 14, he rolls again. He got a nat 20. We all absolutely lose our shit. The DM plays Naruto’s theme to really heighten the moment and had it pulled up in case they pulled this off.

DM: Okay, so you just launch this 5 year old like a fucking javelin at this goblin, and he pierces it with his rapier, killing it instantly.

Me: Mavine absolutely loses her shit and starts cheering. 

We end there because absolutely nothing would top that moment. The move is now called “Prashengan” as a mix of “rasengan” and BM’s player’s name. Part of their quest together is to perfect this move and create similar ones using this fucking demon baby as a projectile. 

It’s time for a continuation of the post where Andrew keeps giving reporters different conflicting answers to their questions about why he and his ex-teammate turned rival Neil wear matching armbands.

So, get ready for Neil’s responses to reporters reading Andrew’s latest responses plus Andrew and Neil getting asked about them together after their teams play each other.

Keep reading

Bojack Horseman Spoilers:

okay but why is nobody talking about how Hollyhock “overdosing” must have been a HUGE FUCKING BLOW TO BOJACK’S PSYCHE like,

sarah lynn, a girl who ALSO had looked up to bojack as a parental figure and died in his care JUST DIED FROM AN OVERDOSE A YEAR PRIOR LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

no wonder bojack had a fucking panic attack and flushed all his pills when he got home

no wonder why he was so fucking sick and tired of his mother’s shit after that reveal

like that scene really hurt me because I knew how much bojack must have been freaking out, like my gosh

To Own A Hybrid P.5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual Smut) Hybrid!AU

Summary:  The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word Count: 3.5k +

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6

The room was silent as you waited for Jungkook to speak.

As darkness consumed your apartment, the glow of the t.v light only added to the tension.

“Do you know what happens to hybrids that don’t have homes, or are unlucky enough to be adopted by the devil’s helpers?” Jungkook asked as he stared at the floor in deep thought.

You shook your head nervously as you gulped an accumulating lump of spit.

“It’s disgusting. Were used as sex objects or slaves. They beat us, emotionally traumatise us and treat us like utter shit” he growled angrily.

You watched as his fists clenched together and his jaw tightened, not sure if now was the time to ask your questions.

“Jungkook…when I found you…how long had you been on the streets?” you asked softly, trying not to cross any boundaries or make him feel uncomfortable.

“it would have been two years the day you picked me up from the police station” he stated firmly, his limbs pulling into his body for comfort.

“w-why were you there in the first place?” you asked hesitantly, the uncertainty of permission for your question written all over your face.

He gave you a look of worry before clearing his throat.

“I’ll tell you…I owe you that much. But…please don’t look at me any differently okay? And I don’t want your pity or sympathy” he explained as you nodded along.

“I was adopted at the age of twelve, it was great if I’m being honest. They were an old couple, incapable of having children but were to extra to just adopt a human baby…it was great…but it only lasted six months. They died in a car accident, and with no children or relatives, I had nowhere to go. I was sent back to the adoption agency instantly. But…things had changed. Workers were spitting in our food, if we didn’t obey every order they would beat us…some…took advantage of us” Jungkook blurted out in an emotional rant.

You watched in dismay as pools of tears whirled in Jungkook’s eyes.

“I thought that was it. That was all my life would ever be…but then she came, and turned it all around” he stated with a small smirk.

“who? The lady you were talking about before?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

“kim soojung…at the time I thought she was my saving grace” he whispered.

He scoffed before turning to you “turns out she was the exact opposite. She was amazing at first, she treated me like a king; It was like I was pure treasure. It started slowly, ignoring me and shouting, a couple slaps here and there…and then…it escalated so quickly. Random people were brought in…I was supposed to show them ‘a good time’” jungkooks body shook a little as he closed his eyes. The memories of what happened flooding back.

“she made me fight…for money” he hissed angrily.

“w-what do you mean?” you asked as you grasped the material of the couch in your hand. Trying not to let his story get you to riled up.

“underground fighting. You know? Like what they do with dogs” he explained softly.

You let out a shaky breath before sighing deeply.

“she did so much to me…in such a short period of time” he stated as the tears that were trying so hard not to keep in finally fell.

“I can’t do things I was once able to” he cried angrily as his fist balled up. “do you know how hard it is? To not be able to do normal things like trust? Something so simple?” he choked as you hesitantly brought your hand up to stroke his head comfortingly.

“Jungkook…trust isn’t simple. Nothing about trust is simple. Heck nothing that includes another person is simple” you stated as he nudged his head into your hand.

“what do you mean?” he asked curiously as he stared at you with wide eyes. His large brown orbs boring into yours.

“life is kinda like a game.…now in this game of life there can be multiple players or there can be just two. No matter how many players there are you never know what you’ll lose or what you’ll gain. Some people will cheat, some will take all you have and leave you with nothing. Some will give you more than you came with and some will leave just as satisfied as you are. It’s confusing I know…but nothing about this process is easy, but the goal of the game is important” you explained, trying to understand it yourself.

“to win?” Jungkook asked shyly.

“mmm, i would say to learn” you answered.

“to learn?” he questioned with confusion.

“no player is the same. Therefore, you can’t use the same strategy as you did the last one. I know this makes no sense at all…But the world is full of different people. Some annoying, some conniving and evil, some naïve and blatantly stupid. The point is not everyone’s going to treat you like dirt and not everyone’s going to treat you like gold but you’ll never find out if you don’t put your cards on the table. It’s a gamble and it sucks when its wrong, but when its right…I don’t know, things are just better” you shrugged as your hand flawlessly flowed through his locks.

“things are just better” he whispered, echoing your words softly.

“how long will it take…ya know, to get my cards back?” he asked innocently.

“a while kookie dearest” you said before breathing out heavily “a while”


“it’s your nickname name, get used to it”

“kookie! Bring the big one too!” you shouted out to him as you dried your hair with your already damp towel. Your bare feet were still a little wet as they left small footprints from the bathroom to the kitchen.

“why are we doing this again?” he asked as he dragged your large bean bag into the lounge; a displeased look painted on his face.

“because you said you’ve never seen high school musical, heck! You said you didn’t even know what it was! What kind of human being would I be if I didn’t show you this classic?” you scoffed in disbelief.

As Jungkook turned around to get his little set up ready, a small smile placed itself on your face as you admired the childish iron man PJs he was wearing.

You let out a small chuckle before grabbing your snacks and joining him in your accumulation of bean bags.

As you sat down you felt jungkooks eyes flutter on and off of you.

“what’s up?” you asked as you turned towards him, mildly angry that he wasn’t paying attention to the beauty that was high school music.

“isn’t that hybrid thing happening…ya know the one Namjoons stopping?” Jungkook whispered as his eyes darted left and right nervously.

You nodded your head slowly and hummed in confirmation as worry bubbled inside of you. You wanted to call earlier but you had no idea when this would be over and you didn’t want to be a bother.

“its 9pm…isn’t it over by now?” Jungkook asked as he turned his head towards the window.

“I honestly don’t know…ugh, I can’t shake this weird feeling” you let out with a frustrated groan.

Jungkook stared at you quietly before tilting his head to the side “what feeling?”.

You once again let out a frustrated groan before flopping your head back on the pillow.

“Namjoon said that other workers in the office are a part of S.T.M…i-I just don’t know who…it’s bothering me” you said as Troy and Gabrielle sang in perfect harmony.

Jungkook’s ears twitched before his body shot up “well let’s go find out” he said as a smirk plastered on his face.

“what?” you asked in shock.

“let’s go! The office would be empty, right?” Jungkook asked as you checked your watch for the time.

“well, no. the office doesn’t officially close until 12 but some people stay behind later…but…when there are night shifters, there are only a few of them” you stated, starting to show interest in what Jungkook was saying.

“you can get in can’t you?” he asked, excitement bubbling in his eyes.

“well…yer but I cant break into individual computers. And how the hell will we even know who it is? I don’t know Jungkook, there’s a lot of people in the office; it’ll be hard” you argued as Jungkook jumped to his feet.

“no, it won’t! we just have to look at the surveillance cameras and see who enters Mr. So office a lot or who he most interacts with. Then we simply assess the suspects and determine our conclusion” he said strongly.

You looked at him gobsmacked before shaking yourself back into reality.

“you’ve been watching way too much Television” you whispered to yourself trying to focus back on the movie.

“Oh, come on! You know you want to do this! You’re clearly stressed about it! This will help!” he insisted.

You sat for a moment in silence before letting out a defeated sigh.

“yes!” Jungkook said jumping up and down like a spastic child. You shook your head before joining him in a standing position.

“whatever, let’s do this!” you exclaimed, your body filling up with adrenaline.

Jungkook looked as though you had given him the golden ticket into Charlie’s chocolate factory.

He completed his final fist bump before running straight for the door.

“Jungkook! You’re still wearing iron man PJs!!”


You glanced to your side as you tried to ignore the harsh blow of the aircon in your car.

Even though it was hard to ignore it wasn’t nearly as hard as trying to ignore Jungkooks excited buzz.

As the car whizzed through the street, the constant changing of light didn’t distract you from noticing how empty and quite the streets were.

“y/n” Jungkook called out as you were stopped by a red light.

“mm, sorry were you calling?” you asked sheepishly as you reminded yourself to stop drifting off into your own world.

“I was just asking if you can think of anyone off the top of your head?” he asked, his eyes attached to yours intensely.

“you confuse me” you sighed shaking your head as the lights flashed green.

“one minute you want nothing to do with the hybrid world and the next Sherkook Homes” you giggled before tapping your fingers nervously on the wheel.

“and no. I have no idea. That’s what scares me” you trailed off as the two of you continued to ride in silence.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at the office. the few cars spread out in the parking lot were unfamiliar and mundane; all except one. In the far-left corner sat a black Lamborghini, something you had never expected a night shift worker to own…

“we have to be quick okay?” you said nervously as you grasped the handle of the car door, only for Jungkook’s hand to be placed over yours.

“let’s go over the plan, one more time” he said as he turned towards you. “we go in, we head straight to the surveillance room. Then we see if we can search through their desks, or even better, Mr. So’s office. After that, we take the evidence and bolt” Jungkook stated.

You nodded your head before the two of you exited the car and casually walked over to the escalator.

“what floor?”


“are there security guards!? Cause I could attac-“

“no! no attacking! They know me, its fine”

The elevator music only added to the excitement that Jungkook was projecting as it slowly approached the third floor.

As the two of you walked out of the elevator it took your eyes time to adjust to the white décor of it. You had only ever been to the third floor once to pass equipment through security, but you didn’t remember it being so…plain.

Jungkook ‘ugh’ed at the site of the hallways. The narrowness and simplicity of it could drive anyone insane.

“this way” you stated before leading Jungkook down to the big white door at the end of the hall.

“this looks more like an asylum, you sure were in the right place?” he whispered before you smacked his arm to shush.

You cleared your throat and knocked on the door, getting ready to prepare your acting skills.

“hello? Is anyone in there?” you asked innocently as you crept the door open.

When the bright screens and darkroom weren’t accompanied you swung the door open and jogged inside quickly.

“let’s see what we have here” Jungkook calmly proclaimed as his eyes darted with interest. He sat down and dragged his chair closer to the desk, letting out a sigh of enjoyment.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing a chair and sitting next to him.

“do you even know what you’re doing?” you sassed as Jungkook’s fingers typed away.

Jungkook scoffed before turning towards you. “go watch the door or something. It’s called being useful; maybe you should try it” he snapped back.

You gasped before angrily walking over to a small window on the same side of the door.

“see anyone?” you asked after a good 30 minutes of Jungkook searching through security cameras.

“a couple of people” he mumbled. “a girl with red hair?” he questioned as you walked over towards him.

“that’s his assistant” you answered before he clicked to the next guy.

“this guy comes in frequently, as in every day at 12:00 frequently” Jungkook stated as you nodded along.

“that’s Ronald, a lil bit of a loner. Creeps 10/10 people out” you confirmed.

“this girl here? She goes in quite a bit too. She even went with that Ronald guy on Tuesday” Jungkook murmured as you added her to the list.

“anymore?” you asked quietly before Jungkook nodded his head.

“this guy”

Your heart dropped. You had to look at the man on the monitor a couple of times before you realised it was legit.

“guessing by your face…I’d say you know him” Jungkook said nervously.

“t-that’s jimin” you whispered as you stared at his face. There’s no way…there’s no freaking way.

“are you sure?” you asked Jungkook as he clicked through all the times Jimin had been there…it was a lot.

Your body shook a little as you shook your head.

“there’s no way…” you whispered in shock.

“sorry, but your friend has been prostituting hybrids and is a firm believer in human superiority” Jungkook said calmly before sitting back in his chair.

“Alright, tech nerd. See if you can get me into Mr. So’s office…” you said before running out of the room and straight to the doors of the elevator.

There’s no way…there’s no way Jimin would be part of such a disgusting organisation.

You had been friends for so long! All of you! God if Namjoon eve-…. there’s no way.

As you subtly walked yourself to Mr. So’s office you greeted people politely trying not to make a scene.

Your eyes quickly connected with the security camera’s before you pushed the door gently.

As it clicked open you sighed in relief before slipping your figure through the doorway. The room was dark brown, decorated with pictures of, yep, himself. With a sneer of disgusted, you started rummaging through his stuff in hopes of finding some incriminating evidence.

But of course,…it wouldn’t be hidden in broad daylight.

You sighed heavily before running your fingers around the desk.

you know Mr. So, always hiding stuff in the boring shit”

Your eyes lit up as the trailed to the filing cabinet.

Ugh. Employee profiles.

You rolled your eyes at it as it was so stupid, yet so smart at the same time.

Nervously you pulled out the cabinets looking for each suspect.

As you held the files in your hand you took a deep breath before setting them down on the sturdy desk.

Each file you opened held a contract, a fake name, a fake passport and what you could only guess was an assigned mission. you couldn’t help the welling tears in your eyes as you stared at jimin’s bright smile.

A smile that used to bring you joy and comfort… but now brings you uncertainty and regret.

You took a deep breath before taking pictures of everything. Anything and everything you could find.

you tried to log into his laptop but opted for stealing it for Jungkook to hack into later.

Quicky you assembled all your bits and pieces before running straight for the door and then straight for the elevator. You couldn’t help the beating of your heart but you felt something else as well…you were helping.

The doors opened slowly to rushing Jungkook. If it weren’t for the obvious ears, you would have freaked out but instead, you just let out a gasp before pushing the ground floor button frantically.

“I deleted all the footage of us being here and turned the cameras off until 2am. Here, I also downloaded the evidence against them onto this” he said shoving a USB into your pocket.

“you were right…Jimin’s one of them” you sighed sadly as Jungkook took the files and computer off of you.

He bit his lip nervously as he tried to find words to comfort you.

You shook your head before as the doors opened “let’s just go home” you whispered.

Your footsteps weighed heavy as you dragged your feet the car. The next events almost happened in slow motion.

As you scanned the area, the same Lambo that you had seen before was accompanied by a young-looking male.

Some familiar young looking male…

Before you could even fully recognise your friend whom you known for 5 years, your legs were already making their way over to him and his Lambo.

“y/n! no!” Jungkook whispered shouted as your walk turned into a run.

As Jimin noticed you he smiled brightly, just in time for your hand to make its way across his face.

As he groaned and cupped his jaw in shock. You tried to control your breathing and balled your fists in an effort to not attack him.

“what the hell y/n!” he shouted at you shocked.

“me what the hell?! You what the hell!! How’d you manage to afford that car, huh?! Or even better! How have you been sitting right next to everyone, acting like a normal innocent block; when in actuality you’re just as bad as the devil himself!” you screamed at him as hot tears started trailing down your face.

The lighting was dim but you could see the exposed look on Jimin’s face.

“let me explain” he chocked out as he tried to reach for you.

“explain what Jimin? That you think hybrids are something that needs to be rid of? Or that human beings are superior?” you asked in complete shock.

“y/n, I swear I know what I did was a dick move, but please listen!” he exclaimed as tears welled up in his eyes.

“The only thing I’ll be listening to is the news! When the repeat the names of the dickheads that are being sent to jail! Yours included!” you shouted in pure rage.

Jimin ran his hand through his hair in frustration before groaning angrily.

“listen! You’re in danger! Mr. So always sets up the people he asks to do his routes, its how he functions!” he yells, worry written all over his face.

“what” you whispered quietly as your tears refused to stop.

“y/n, please. Y-you’re one of my closest friends, you have to trust me” he begged as he tried to move forward, causing you to move back.

“trust you? Trust. You!? You piece of shit! You knew?! You knew I was in danger yet you didn’t do anything about it! you knew he was going to try and frame me but have done nothing about it!?!” you yelled, the anger from before rising up inside of you.

Jimin’s face dropped as he realised his mistake.

“y/n…were friends” he whispered softly as the streams rolled down his cheek slowly.

“we were friends Jimin… I hope you rot in that jail cell” you spat before turning on your hell and running back to the car.

You heard Jimin try to chase you but guessed the continuous hissing from Jungkook scared him off.

As the two of you scrambled into the car you watched Jimin angrily smack his fists against his car before driving off.

The car was filled with silence and soft sobs.

You didn’t know what you were feeling anymore. You might have been angry at him because of the horrific organisation he was playing a part in, or angry at yourself for being fooled so easily.

“what are you going to do now?” Jungkook asked as he tapped his hands on the out rims of the open window.

“send them all to jail, right where they belong” you answered simply.

“even Jimin?” he asked curiously.

“even Jimin”

one year (m)

i may have got carried away here.

Originally posted by hosyuub

pairings; park jimin + y/n

genre; smut + jealous jimin!au + fluff if you squint

warnings; dirty talk, unprotected sex, public sex, pet names, daddy kink, breathplay

summary; in which jimin really just wants to enjoy dinner but his jealousy gets the better of him.

word count; 3.7k+


    It’s not entirely Y/N’s fault— well truthfully, it’s not her fault at all. In fact, Jimin can’t blame Y/N for anything right now, except for being so god damn beautiful all the fucking time. Oh, and of course wearing the new dress that he himself had bought and insisted she wore tonight. It’s a deep colour red, the type he knew would go well against her velvety skin and it’s sexy, form-fitting and it doesn’t leave much to the imagination, her breasts are barely hidden by the thin fabric and he finds he’s not the only one with his gaze dipping to her décolletage.

    So yes, technically he can’t blame Y/N. But he’s also past rationality and he’s definitely putting the unwarranted blame on Y/N. Because he’s been planning their one year anniversary for much too long now, ensuring that every single detail is absolutely perfect since he knows Y/N deserves nothing less.

    And so far everything’s run smoothly and exactly how he’s planned, waking her up with his head between her legs because he knows how much she hates breakfast, treating her to a full spa day and massage because he’s noticed how much she’s been overworking herself recently and buying the Louboutin heels currently on her feet because she’s had an eye on them for the longest time. Everything has panned out exactly as he’d hoped— everything, except for this.

    His eyes stay fully fixed on Y/N, chin jutted out and a tight-lipped smile tugging at his mouth as he watches the ordeal. The host standing very close to her— way too close for Jimin’s liking, half-lidded eyes roaming the lengths of her figure continuously, his attention solely on her as soon as they walk into the restaurant. The guy’s looking at her as if he’s imagining her naked and Jimin doesn’t put it past him— it’s all he’s been thinking about as well. Although, then again he’s allowed to, she’s his, this waiter, however, is not.

    But what’s really pissing him off about this situation is how quickly Y/N smiles at the guy, it’s one of her many smiles he thinks makes her look absolutely radiant, the toothy ones that shrink her gleaming eyes as if she’s fascinated about everything around her.

    “Jake, wow how—” She shakes her head with a breathy laugh trying to get over the fact that her friend— well, not really her friend more like very close acquaintance she used to have a crush on— is here and he’s changed so much, yet not at all. “—I haven’t seen you in years, where’ve you been?”

    “Oh, here and there, you know me,” He answers with a nonchalant lift of his shoulders and it has Y/N absolutely dumbfounded because he’s actually here. Jake had been her college roommates boyfriend for the better part of three years until Tara dumped him and Y/N just never saw him again.

    “You work here?”

    “Well, actually—” Jake stands taller, straightening his tie as he tucks his hands into his slacks. “I’m the boss.”

    “No shit?!”

    He nods smugly. And Y/N laughs on instinct, punching her fist into his shoulder lightly just like she used to.“Wow that's— that’s great.”


    “Fuck yeah,” she exclaims. “And you look great as well.”

    He chuckles. “Me? Look at you, you’re gorgeous, but then again you always have been.”

    And there it is, the reason why Y/N had even harboured a crush on him in the first place, his smooth-talking ability that always had her flushed faced and nervous, tucking her hair behind her ears. But now— now it doesn’t faze her in the slightest. Not like if it were Jimin saying those words.

    “Thanks…I guess.”

    Jimin balls his hands into a fist by his sides, clenching and unclenching in an aim to not sock this Jake guy in the jaw. Gorgeous? You’ve always been gorgeous? He scowls, it’s been five minutes and they haven’t even been seated yet, he’s still having to watch some guy blatantly flirt with his girlfriend while she entertains it. His arm curls around her waist, tugging her flush next to him. So flush, it has Y/N frowning at the action but she says nothing of it.

    “But, how have you been after…” She trails off, not really knowing how to ask this or if she should in case it’s still a sore subject for him. Because he’d told her multiple times he’d probably marry Tara but Tara just wasn’t thinking like him.

    “After Tara dumped me?”

    “Yeah— that.”

    Y/N eyes him warily as he lets out a sigh, shifting in his spot a bit. “Well, It’s been too long for me to be mad at it anymore. But, how is she? Still breaking hearts?”

    There’s a little hint of underlying spite when he speaks and Y/N’s wringing her hands together trying to not make it obvious she’s avoiding his gaze as she clears her throat.

    “Erm Tara—” She’s engaged now, with a son and another baby on the way. So dumping you may have been a really good idea on her part. “—she’s alright I guess.”

    Jake hums looking like he’s got more to say but decided against it. “Anyway, I’m a lot more interested in how you are? I remember when you used to have that crush on me.”

    Y/N raises her brows, chewing at the inside flesh of her cheeks anxiously because Jimin’s clamping his fingers into the tender flesh of her waist and she’s more than sure if he doesn’t let up there’ll be bruises on show. And she tries to subtly shift his arm with her elbow but to no avail.

    “Oh, you do? Me I'm—” She tries to shift him again casting Jimin a heated cursory glance. “I’m good.”

    “Clearly,” Jake drawls, motioning his hand to emphasise his point. “Look how beautiful you still are, we should definitely go out for something, you know— to catch up.”

    “Oh yeah, I—”

    “Okay baby, we’re going,” Jimin chimes, upper lip curled and his nostrils flaring, finally having enough of this bullshit in front of him. But Y/N’s none the wiser, she tilts her head towards him brows pulled in a frown.

    “What?” She says, utter bemusement in her voice and it only serves to flare at his anger even more. “But we just got here, we haven’t even eaten yet.”



    “Now Y/N,” He grits out between clenched jaws, he knows if he stays any longer he’ll do something he’ll probably not regret but she will. “If I have to fucking repeat myself again, I swear to god you’ll hate me.”

    “I—” Y/N clamps down on her teeth instantly, biting back the words she wants to say but she knows it’ll only get her in more trouble with Jimin than she apparently already is, so she nods unwillingly.

    “Fine.” She swallows, feet tapping the marble floor. He’s making her seem like a child and she’s absolutely seething. “Bye Jake, it was nice seeing you, really.”

    Jake flits his eyes between Jimin who’s glaring lasers into him and Y/N who’s puffing her cheeks out with pursed lips. “Oh, Okay. I’ll just take your number so I can—”

    Jimin doesn’t wait for him to finish his sentence before he’s dragging Y/N out the store, and she’s stumbling behind him trying to find grip on the concrete but it’s damn near impossible.

    “Fuck Jimin, could you—” She buckles again, her knees giving out as she almost falls to the floor but he’s tugging her so hard he prevents her from doing so without realising.  "—could you stop a second. What’s wrong with you?“

    Jimin scoffs deciding against pleasing her with an answer and instead jerks the back car door open, pushing her inside before slamming it close.


    Y/N crosses her arms, sinking herself down in the seat as she scrutinises the way Jimin stomps around the car, he’s muttering to himself and she can just about make out the throbbing veins in his neck. She hates when he gets like this, so overcome by irrational jealousy that he starts taking it out on her. And she knows exactly where his heads at, every time he’s pushing her into the backseat she knows what will happen next.

    But she needs to reprimand him, tell him he can’t get everything he fucking wants. “What was that?” She asks as soon as he’s opening the door on the other side.

    He clambers in, sitting right next to her. “What was what?”

    “Don’t play dumb Jimin—” She tries to shuffle away from him but he places a firm hand on her thigh keeping her in place. “—this was supposed to be a nice day for us.”

    Jimin shrugs. He’s angry, really fucking angry. The type of angry that he’s not going to shout at her or even argue, it’s the type where he needs to fuck her and show her exactly how fucking pissed he is. And he’ll wait a bit— wait a bit until she’s said what she needs to say and let her think she’s in control for a while. “It was— planned it to a tee and everything.”

    “Yeah, and now you’ve fucked it up with your, uncalled-for might I add, jealous act. Jakes’s just a friend I used to know.”

    He scoffs. “For a friend, he was rather quick to point out your crush on him.”

    “Past crush,” She emphasises. Though she knows Jimin’s not listening to her. And he’s doing that thing where he keeps eye contact but his gaze becomes glazed as if he’s bored. She grumbles to herself. “You’re so insufferable.”

    “Me?” Jimin’s nose wrinkles in disbelief pulling her effortlessly by the smalls of her waist onto his lap. “I’m not the one flirting with someone else at our anniversary dinner.”

    “So now you’re saying it’s my fault?”

    “Didn’t say that.”

    Y/N inhales a deep breath and blows it out slowly. “God, you’re fucking hilarious Jimin.”

    “You think so, baby?” He hikes her dress up, bunching the fabric above her hips as he guides her gently, her clothed core rocking steady on his growing hard-on. “Funnier than that Jack boy?”

    “It’s Jake,” she corrects letting out a dry snort. “And I wasn’t flirting with him, so this is pointless.” She couldn’t, even if she tried, she just can’t. She just loves Jimin that much, even if he is a bit of a prick sometimes.

    “Oh really— it looked like I was in your way, thought Jack was your boyfriend for a second.”

    “Jake.” Y/N rakes her nails across his nape lightly, the coarse feel of his trousers against her core, igniting a fire at the bottom of her stomach. And she knows she’s going to give him everything he wants even though he’s going to disregard her every argument. “I was just about to introduce you to him as well.”

    “Oh yeah when,” he says. “Before or after he fucked you in front of the whole restaurant.”

    “Oh that's— fuck, you’re so—”


    Jimin nuzzles his face into her neck, a cocky smile curling on his mouth as he hovers over the surface of her skin. He knows he’s got her, her shoulders are slumped and there’s no urgency in her words anymore. “Good, because I’m fucking frustrated Y/N.”

    “Was gonna say annoying.”

    “Hmm.” He tugs her underwear to the side, finger stroking languidly between her folds and she shudders inhaling sharply as he curses. She’s already so wet and ready for him and it always boosts his ego, that his girl craves his touch. “That’s not what you say when I’m fucking you.”

    He smooths his palms over her thighs patting the fleshy underside twice. “Now stop being naughty and take out daddy’s cock—”

    He’s sucking the skin of her neck into his mouth, nibbling at the surface until there are blemishes of violet littering the expanse and it’s making her feel so good that Y/N’s following his orders without dispute.

    She lifts herself up slightly, knees perched on the leather seats as she pops his trouser button open, zipping it down and hooking her fingers at the top lining of his boxers. He wriggles in his seat, helping her drag the clothing until it’s pooling down at his ankles.

    “—Want you to ride me first baby,” he murmurs against her skin. “Show how much you want me and ride me like a good little slut. Think you can do that? Redeem yourself and be a good girl for daddy?”

    His hardened cock stands straight against his stomach and her mouth waters at the sight, she wants him inside her mouth, sucking him off and making him feel good like she knows she can. But she also knows she can’t do anything without permission, so she settles for nodding urgently, tongue skimming over her dry lips.

    She encircles her fingers around the girth of his cock, guiding his tip between her wet folds, his pre-cum staining the surface as she lines him up with her entrance, hands clasping his shoulders when she sinks herself down on his cock.

    “Fuck—” It’s a slow-burning stretch against her walls, his cock filling her up bit by bit until he’s bottomed out inside her and her teeth are digging harshly into her bottom lip. “God.”

    Jimin groans, his forehead resting against her collarbone and his hands on her hips keeping her idle as he wills himself to not blow his load too early. She feels so warm, snug and everything he’s been yearning for since he woke up that it’s almost overwhelming.

    “Christ baby, you’re cunts always so fucking good for me isn’t it?” He tilts his head up capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, tongues moulding together heatedly and teeth clashing every so often as if they both can’t get enough of each other. And it leaves them both dizzy with the shortness of air. “Go on baby, ride me slowly.”

    Y/N’s bottom lip juts out in a pout, her brows knocking together in a deep set frown. She wants him to fuck her so badly, but he’s got a habit of not giving her what she wants especially when he’s like this. So she rises keenly, her torso leaning towards him until it’s only the tip of him left inside her and she’s bringing her hips down, burying his cock deep inside her again.

    “Like this daddy?” She’s taking her time as she grinds against him, hooking her arms around his neck for stability. The pace is excruciatingly slow, his length filling her up momentarily before feeling empty again and she finds herself like always whimpering pathetically for more.

    Jimin smirks mockingly. Her eyes are locked close, head tipped back and lips quivering and he knows exactly what she wants. He knows how much she hates riding him, she always complains it’s too much work for her and normally he doesn’t make her do it. But, she needs to learn her lesson.

    “Just like that baby.” He yanks the fabric off her dress under her breasts, leaving damp sloppy kisses across her chest. “Look how pretty you are like this— think I should make you ride me every time.” He grazes his hot tongue over her hardened buds, swirling around the area and she arches her back, hands behind his neck pulling his face closer to her breast instantly. “Just to see your tits bouncing like this for me.”

    “No, please—” He’s making her beg and she’d almost feel it were pitiful if it weren’t for the fact that she’s aching to be taken by him, fast and mercilessly, the way that always has her throat raw from screaming. “—need daddy to— fuck— need daddy to fuck me hard.”

    Jimin’s grinning smugly, she’s so naturally submissive that even when she tries to fight it, she’s always back to the same place, begging for his cock. “Really baby? Thought you wanted that Jake boy.”

    Tears prick at the corners of Y/N’s eyes, her release tightly cooling like a spring in her lower stomach and it’s close yet so far. “No, no— only want you fucking me, only love your thick cock.”

    “Fuck baby, you’ve got such a filthy mouth” He grunts, enjoying how slick with her juices his cock has become, disappearing inside her cunt deliciously. “Imagine Jake hearing you beg for me like that, he’ll think you’re a right little slut, won’t he?

    “Uh-huh.” She’s getting really impatient now, rocking considerably faster against him but he’s letting her, his palms splay over her ass cheeks supporting her actions. “But I’m only a slut for daddy— don’t care about anyone else but daddy.”

    “God, you’re such a good girl. I should treat you shouldn’t I?”

    It’s a rhetorical question, Y/N knows it. And she knows not to answer or else he’ll only prolong her suffering and she’s not sure how much more she can take.

    “Come on baby.” He’s lifting her off him by her legs, pushing her down onto the seat and Y/N has to throw her hands in front of her, sinking them into the seat with one of her legs perched up and the other finding footing in the floor. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless now, till you won’t be able to walk— have your pussy proper throbbing for weeks.”

    “Fuck, yes please,” She mewls desperately as he draws her panties down to her knees positioning himself behind her. And her body’s visibly trembling in excitement. He’s finally going to give her what she’s been longing.

    And Jimin knows there’s nothing slow about his next course of action, he plunges himself into her without warning not giving her even a second to catch her breath before pounding into her unrelentingly.

    “Fuck that’s…God—”

    Y/N won’t ever tell him— not that he doesn’t know already— but she loves when Jimin fucks her in the car, the barely tinted windows steaming up briskly, the stinging pain of the belt buckle digging into her knees and the slight stationary rattle their movements produce on the car, enough so, that passersby will know what kinds of ravenous things they’re getting up to and she absolutely lives for it.

    One of his hands clasp around her throat, tilting her head back skyward and his other fastens her arms tightly to her back as he drives into her, the surface of her ass sweltering red at the way their skin slaps together raucously.

    “Shit baby, you’ve got such a greedy cunt,” He mumbles, lips brushing over her jaw. Her walls are clamping around him ardently, sending blood buzzing straight to his ears and he can barely think straight. “Could fuck you all day if I could.”

    “God, that would be— would be really good.” Y/N’s short of breath, he’s pummelling into her so voraciously, the pain’s being drowned by the all-consuming bliss her body’s feeling. She’s clammy with sweat, tears trailing down her cheeks involuntarily and she can’t imagine ever doing this with anyone else. No one else can fuck her like Jimin can, telling her he loves her and fucking her like he doesn’t.

    “Christ, you’re all mine aren’t you baby?” Jimin asks even though he knows the answer. But she looks so beautiful like this, completely bent at his will, whining like a slut— all for him. The sight is only his to enjoy and he revels in it.

    “Yes,” she rasps. “All yours.”


    The car’s stuffy with the smell of sex, their constant grunts and moans filling the air and everything seems to be hitting Y/N all at once, Jimin’s choking grip on her throat making her feel hazy, his cock straining against her walls as he drills into her with carnal determination. Her minds delirious drugged up on everything Jimin it has her screaming his name mutely, her eyes rolling back as she convulses in his arms.

    “Jesus— fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Jimin’s thrusts don’t stop as she comes apart in his hold, he’s impaling her responsive cunt, pulling her firmer against him as she tries to jerk away. He releases his hold on her throat, lowering her face into the cool leather as he curls his arm around her waist, his fingers reaching to rub over the smooth skin of her cunt aggressively.

    “God.” Y/N’s so oversensitive now, she’s sobbing into the seat, her face sticking to the surface and it’s music to his ears. And before he knows it his movements are becoming sloppy and jerky. He stills inside her grunting her name as he reaches his own release, his seed spewing inside her and filling her cunt to the brim.

    “Hmm, baby.” He pulls out of her gently, collapsing back on the seat in a stupor, a complete contrast to his previous mannerisms when he lugs her flaccid body onto his lap, arms circling around her waist with her back pressed against his chest. “You good?”

    Y/N hums mindlessly, her eyes struggling to stay open as her body relaxes to his touch. Their mixed juices are trickling out of her, pooling on his thighs crudely and it has him cursing at the mess they’ve made.

    “Fuck, that’s hot baby—” He brushes her tousled hair to the side, planting light kisses against her shoulders. “—I love you so much you know.”

    “Love you too.”

    Jimin chuckles. She sounds tired and drained her voice nothing but husky whispers. “Happy one-year anniversary Y/N.”

    “Jimin I can’t believe you fucked me in your car on our anniversary,” She says, tipping her head back onto his shoulder to look up at him. “Could have at least taken me to bed.”

    “Too far,” he begins kissing her chastely on the forehead. “Plus, I need you to go back to the restaurant.”


    “Need you to tell that Jake boy something.”

    She tuts her teeth, attempting to hide the smile tugging at her lips. Jimin doesn’t want her to tell him anything, he just wants to show her off and boast about how ruined she is; moist with sweat, his marks littering her skin and his cum leaking out of her. Fuck, she really wants to be his forever.

    She purses her lips up at him and he doesn’t keep her waiting, captivating her in a kiss that feels so right. And she knows no matter what the future holds, she’s going to remember this moment for years to come, sitting in the back of his car, the sun setting in the sky around them as he holds her impossibly close breathing her in.

    “Happy anniversary Jimin.”

Taegi, Jikook, Namjin, Yoonmin, Taekook Fics

What Can I Do? Your Eyes Became My HomeQue rant:


There is this absolutley brilliant author who goes by SOFTAGUSTD on AO3 and is @phanadox on tumblr and I felt the tremendous need to reccommend you every single one of her stories.

Settle Down and Let Me Know If You’ll Stay // Taegi, Namjin, Jikook
“I can grant you three, no wait it’s four. Four wishes! Just say the word!”
Or the one where Taehyung is a genie who found himself in the company of a drunk with a wicked personality and can’t help but want to make him happy.
(FREAKING AMAZING (although legit all of them are))

You Were Beautiful On A Sleepless Night // Yoonmin, Taekook, Namjin
“So you’ve been eavesdropping on my conversations with my family?”
“Yes, now, listen. About that rash you’ve been talking about, I looked it up and found some medicine.”
“Fuck off!”
Or the one where Yoongi can’t sleep so he goes out into his balcony to smoke and listen to the family upstairs talk. And the Park’s family doesn’t know how to shut their balcony door.

It’s Still Beautiful How You See the World // Jikook, Namjin, Taegi
“Wait, you promised him that if he graduates from high school, you’d date him?”
Or the one where Jungkook confesses to Jimin in middle school. Jimin thinks Jungkook is too young to know what “love” is so he promises to date Jungkook after he graduates from high school and starts college. Now that Jungkook has graduated from high school, Jimin starts to back out of their promise.

Weight of Playing with Fire // Yoonmin, Yoonseok, Vmin
“He’s walking this way, grab my ass!”
“But mine’s coming this way too, grab my hand!”
Or the one where Yoongi and Jimin fake-date to make their unrequited love(s) jealous.

From Here and throughout the Night // Taekook, Yoonmin, Namjin
“We were deceased!”
“I think he means deceived.”
Jungkook leaned into Taehyung, covering the microphone as he whispered into his ear. “I think you mean deceived.”
“Ah, yes!” Taehyung nodded. “We were deceived!”
Or the one where Taehyung’s father runs away from his company, leaving Taehyung in charge. And leaving Jungkook in charge of the company and Taehyung.

I Know It’s Over By Spring // Jikook, Yoonseok, Namjin
The one where Jungkook has been using Jimin as a slave since elementary school. Then one day Jungkook gets into an accident and suffers from memory loss and instead of feeling bad, Jimin decides to take his revenge.

The Last Scene for Our Dream Night // Yoonmin, Taekook, Namjin
“They said they’ll fix it in an hour, which means we’re going to be stuck here for that amount of time. Will that be enough time for you to stop crying or should we tell them to give us another hour?”
Or the one where Yoongi is bad luck, Jimin is good luck, and they’re soulmates.

Days Are Numbered So Move On // Jikook, Namjin Vhope
Jimin is a spy. Jungkook is training to be one. Hoseok trains the agents to have agility. Seokjin just wants to be Employee of the Month. Namjoon is the leader nobody asked for. Taehyung loves the kids books. And Yoongi is in the wrong occupation.
Or the one where Jimin is stuck training the new spies because of his last mission and Jungkook insists on being a nuisance to Jimin.

I Write Songs About Your Stupid Anecdotes // Taegi, Namjin, Jikook
Taehyung keeps singing Spanish songs while Yoongi is trying to tutor his students. Jimin keeps “forgetting” his keys at Jungkook’s apartment. Namjoon won’t forgive Seokjin and Hoseok is the glue of all these six idiots.
Or the ‘listen i know we’ve been best friends for years but i’m trying to tell you that i’m in love with you so will you fucking stop singing spanish songs’ au that no one asked for.
(The first one that I read, that had me hooked! It was freaking amazing, and it inspired some of my writing.)

At 4 O’clock, I’ll Stay // Vmin
“I hate him so much, Yoongi, I’m thinking of saying he has rats in his stupid bar just to get rid of him!”
“Well, what did he do?”
“He said that I was the best soccer player and shouldn’t talk shit about myself!"Or the one where Taehyung goes to Jimin’s bar to talk bad about his latest soccer matches and Jimin waters down his drinks by "accident.”

The Art of Lost Stars // Yoonkook, Vmin
“You were supposed to come five hours ago.”
Jungkook sighed, handing Yoongi a couple bills. “I know, time got away from me.”
“Away from you, my ass. You’re lucky I didn’t walk out on the kid.”“I’m sorry, thank you.”
Yoongi scoffed, looking through the money. “Your kid is upstairs asleep,” he pocketed the money. “She kept asking where he dad was.”
Jungkook licked his lips, wiping his palms on his pants. He never knew why he got so nervous around Yoongi.
Maybe it was the tattoos spread all over his arms, the piercings on his lip and eyebrow, or the fact that Jungkook had the biggest boner in the world.

What Can I Do? Your Eyes Became My Home // Yoonmin
“I don’t care if you’re cupid or the fucking Gingerbread Man, I’m not falling in love with that guy so stop shooting arrows at my ass!”
Or the one where Jimin has the record for most successful Fallings and Yoongi is a centimetre away at ruining that record.

I haven’t tagged the two KNK fanfics but if you’re fans of them PLEASE GO READ THEY’RE AWESOME AS WELL

I’m just tired, man. Like there’s so much angry and negativity in the world, and the one safe place I had for the last few years, the place where I found strength to get out of a really bad situation in my life, is gone. Poof.

Maybe I’m being over-dramatic, God knows I am so often, but this one took a lot from me. 

Look. Felix (Pewdiepie) made a mistake, he thought his little “joke” was comedy, but as someone who’s been studying comedy for the past four fucking years, racism is not comedy. If you’re gonna target a group of people for the sake of a joke, you make damn sure they deserve it. Jewish people do not deserve it. Saying “death to” a group of people who have had the fucking shit kicked out of them for centuries is not fucking funny. It’s sad and, quite honestly, lazy. What pisses me off is that instead of 100% owning up to it, he’s trying to write it off as a “joke gone wrong.” Buddy. Admit you fucked up big time. Admit the joke was not funny and that it wasn’t humor. It was not comedy. By calling it comedy, you offend people who pour their heart and soul into making the masses laugh and feel good. 

And then, major Youtubers backed him up, saying he’s “just being himself.” People like Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Lordminion777, all people who in the past have supported love and acceptance. People who I’ve looked up to for years. Hell, I’d go as far to say Mark was an idol of mine. However, they all backed up someone who is too much of a coward and too into himself to admit he made a mistake. 

As someone who really admired these people, I’m hurt as hell. 

As someone who’s studied communications and public relations for the last four years, I’m pissed off as fuck. You wanna support him? Fine. But don’t try to step back from repercussions of doing so. You went into this mess, you STAY in. Pewdiepie landed himself in hot water and by supporting him just being his wacky ol’ self, you jumped right in too. I understand standing up for a friend, but if my friend went and pulled some shit like that? You bet your ass I’m calling them out. To pull from Harry Potter books, if Neville Longbottom can stand up to his friends, so can you.

To conclude, jokes about killing minorities isn’t comedy. If you try to use them for comedy, you’re lazy and you’re pretty pathetic. Pewdiepie is a grown adult, and needs to be held accountable for his actions.       

two ships passing in the night.

Originally posted by golden--tragedy

(billy hargrove x reader)

request: remember me w/ Billy? 💕 (from dating prompts: Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them)

summary: reader is home for the holidays, and meets an old enemy (ish). turns out late night diner talks aren’t the worst thing in the world. 

word count: 2,568

warning: there are mentions of abuse in here. nothing detailed, but it’s mentioned.

part ii. part iii.

The holidays are a lot of things, but after high school, they went on another level of special for you. You’d ended up missing your friends and family a lot more while you were at college, so a couple of weeks at home was on par with heaven for you - even in your junior year.

You’d been home for a couple of days by that point. The first day home had been spent in your bed catching up on all of the sleep that you’d missed out on during the fall semester. The second and third day, however, had considered of the party crowding into your house, Dustin and Steve making hundreds of cookies while the rest tried to steal any amount of cookie dough that they could.

It was weird, being older. The kids were growing up, all but Will having grown taller than you (Will was as tall as you now, and you had no illusions that in a year, you’d be the shortest one). Nancy and Jonathan were in college as well, due back within the next few days. Steve had - to the frustration of his father - decided to stay in Hawkins and join the police force to work alongside Hopper.

“Who else is going to save his old ass when the weird shit hits the fan again?”

So it had been nice to see them all again, the pain in your chest abating a little the longer you were all together.

You loved your family and spending time with them, but with the party, it was different. Shared trauma, and all that.

Eventually, though, everyone ended up heading out. Lucas and Max had talked of going to the movies, while the rest of them were heading to their various homes. Except Mike, who was taking El home himself.

(The thought of him driving disturbed you on a whole other level.)

Once they’d all left, you shrugged on your coat and shoved a hat on your head, wincing as you stepped outside. The cold stung your face, but you tried not to pay much attention to it. Hawkins Main Street was calling to you, and you’d be damned if you didn’t go.

From the time that you’d been a child, you’d always loved walking into town, late at night in December. It was like your own private Christmas lights show. String lights were strung from street lamp to street lamp, with wreaths shaped as bells and Christmas trees lined the pole lights. The storefronts were all individually decorated to the owner’s preference, but most had Santa and presents in some form or another.

You’d just made it into town, your hands shoved deep into your pockets when you heard someone calling your name. You froze at the sound of the voice, trying to place it.

“Y/N! Y/L/N, is that you?” You turned around slowly, furrowing your brow as your gaze settled on the man approaching you. The voice reminded you of Billy Hargrove, but the man in front of you…

He had short hair - no mullet in sight - and was grinning easily at you. Sure, towards the end of your senior year, Billy hadn’t been bothering you anymore, but that was due to Max almost taking a nail-ridden bat to his crotch.

“Uh, yeah? Do I know you?”

“You don’t remember me? Do I look that different without the mullet?”

Your eyes widened. Holy shit, it was Billy Hargrove.

“Nah, I just didn’t recognize you without you harassing me and my friends.” You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked down at his shoes. His lips pressed together into a thin line as he looked back towards you.

“I was a pretty big dick to you, huh?”

“You were a bigger dick to Lucas Sinclair. And your little stepsister.”

He let out a sigh, nodding his head slow a couple of times.

“I know I was. I had a lot of shit going on, but that doesn’t excuse what I said. Or what I did. I’m, uh, I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You stared at him, your gaping mouth resembling a fish. It had been around three years since all of that had happened. People could change in that amount of time, but Billy Hargrove? Really?

“What the hell happened to you?”

He barked out a humorless laugh, ducking his head once more before taking in a deep breath, and letting it out through his nose.

“You wanna grab some coffee?” You furrowed your brow, giving him a look that made him chuckle. “It’s kind of a long story, and I’m starting to freeze my ass off.”

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Jasmine Wright

Paving her way through the mostly male dominated tattoo industry is bad-ass tattoo artist and San Diego native, Jasmine Wright. Her insane tattoos may have been the first thing to catch our attention, but her “anti Pinterest” style and no excuses attitude had us itching to know more about her. We had the chance sit down with Jasmine in her downtown San Diego studio and watch her work some serious magic while chatting about tattoos, life choices, and shrimp brokering.

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I wanted to do something really really special for Tony’s birthday and, here it is! I am not sure wether I achieved that or not, but this is the story behind it:
When I was little, for my birthday, I would design myself a really cool crown to wear all day. These crowns were always made out of scrapped paper and colored in crayola markers, so nothing astounding-but hey, they were crowns! And said crowns were a thing I made exclusively for my birthday and no one elses’, except my grandpa’s birthday. My grandpa was the person who raised me, and almost the only person who spent time with me when I was a toddler; so as you can imagine, he was really really important for me.
The year he passed away was the same year Iron Man 3 came out. It had been already some months since he was gone, and I was in the deepest shit I had ever been, when I watched IM3 at the cinema. Tony suffered through hell and more, and was, just as me, at the lowest point of his life until the date. But at the end of the film, he got up. He got a new life, he confronted his problems and gave them a solution once and for all, he said goodbye and he was gonna try his best to move on from everything that pained him. Seeing Tony be strong enough to do all that made me feel like I could be so strong myself too. So, Anthony Edward Stark helped me through the most sad point of my existence, and since that moment, in many more things. So… today, when I was thinking about the perfect drawing for his birthday, it came to my mind that… he is completely worthy of wearing one of my scrapped paper crowns, and that he has very well earned the title of being my hero.
Happy birthday, Tones. I love you to Knowhere and back. Thanks for everything. 💕

anonymous asked:

Steve headcanon where you're moving into a house together and the boys / eleven and Max come and help? x

a/n: okay, so i was totally going to add this to the list and do it later since it’s thanksgiving, however (this is a bit personal so you can skip and go straight to the headcanon), one of my friends who is my age and getting married next week (which is a whole other story that’s just aldkjfalskdjfalksdjf asdkfjlsadkfjlaskdjf) decided to lay it on me that he’s planning on having kids in like a year or so and i’m weirded out and just llike nope so i figured i’d distract myself with this. 

tl;dr: fluffy steve headcanon with the party is distracting and nice.

  • it had been a long time coming
  • like, a loooooong time coming 
  • you and steve had been dating for years when he’d brought up getting a house 
  • you’d told him that you’d at least better be engaged before that happened
  • and he was just like, “no shit y/n. i thought that was a given.” 
  • so it takes awhile but the idiot proposes to you 
  • the whole party was involved in keeping you busy the day of so you’d have no idea what was going on 
  • (you said yes, of course)
  • and the day after the two of you got engaged, steve cornered you with the local newspaper and had circled seven different listings with a red marker 
  • this boy was ready 
  • you hadn’t thought that you’d be particular about getting a house, but you ended up being particular as hell, but when you found it? 
  • you found it 
  • (well, dustin had been the one to find it, but still)
  • everything had gone smoothly
  • one day you were freaking out because you were trying to buy a house and this was adulting and what were you doing this is insane 
  • and the next day the two of you were homeowners 
  • like, actual fucking homeowners
  • which of course brought along the next course of action 
  • moving 
  • you’d thought that it’d be hard to entice the party to help you move 
  • but it turns out steve had already enticed them into helping by saying that they could use your basement any time for DnD (which was still going on strong, even years later)
  • (steve still doesn’t know how to play, but he plays with enthusiasm)
  • so they were  r e a d y
  • mike had suggested that el just use her powers to get all the boxes into the moving van 
  • that was met with a resounding no 
  • “moving brings people together, mike. c’mon,” you’d said, grinning at him 
  • mike just gave you the finger 
  • it took all morning just to get everything into the van 
  • (you’d been smart and had loaded up the stuff from your parents’ house the night before)
  • (steve had said that he didn’t have that much stuff and they could do it the day of)
  • (he’d lied)
  • dustin and lucas would bicker about where the boxes needed to go 
  • max and will took to organizing all of the furniture in the van
  • (will kept saying that it was like tetris)
  • el was helping you finish up the last of the packing while mike was fluttering between the lot of you, helping wherever he could 
  • steve was trying to label every single box, but somewhere along the way, he got some boxes mixed up, so he just wrote fuck it on the rest of them 
  • it was well after noon by the time the van was loaded up
  • so steve, dustin, and will had piled into the moving van while the rest got into your car
  • when you got to the house, you decided that it’d be easier to just get the boxes inside and then the furniture later 
  • which worked well enough
  • until it turned out that the couch was just slightly bigger than the doorway
  • (it’s like that scene from friends, except steve was the one screaming “pivot” over and over again, until dustin screamed at him to “fuck off”)
  • you were just silently thanking god that the neighbors weren’t around 
  • it took literally all day, but by 7:42pm on saturday, september 17, 1988, it was done 
  • the moving van was empty 
  • the furniture was all in place
  • the boxes were starting to get unpacked, but everyone knew it’d take at least a year for everything to be officially put away 
  • dustin offered to take your car to go pick up some pizza
  • steve called him a shithead and said that he shouldn’t be driving because he doesn’t care what the law or his driver’s license is, there’s no way in hell he should be allowed to drive
  • that started off a whole other argument when the boys came to dustin’s defense and then steve called them all shitheads and said that they were all babies still 
  • you, max, and el left to go get the pizza 
  • by the time you got back, it had been decided that steve was the shittiest driver out of all of them, and that max was the best 
  • by the time that the pizza had been doled out, you were all littered around your brand new living room
  • the entire party was somehow shoved onto the couch together
  • shoulders smushed together as they all ate their pizza 
  • you and steve were sat on the floor, backs up against the couch as you just grinned at each other 
  • “y’know, mom and dad, this isn’t that bad. it’s kinda nice,” lucas said, laughing 
  • “yeah, you guys got room for one more?” 
  • “or like, six more?”
  • you looked at steve and grinned
  • he was grinning right back
  • “yeah, we got room.”
I want to tell a story about a Santa and a fiddling Christmas Tree.

So I make costumes. Not your average fitted attire. I mean I do that too, but not just that. I make BIG costumes. Like with metal and shit. So about October-ish, I contacted a costume making studio that does work with a convention called “Dickens-fair”. Maybe You’ve heard of it. It is a Christmas fair that turns the whole center into a replica of Dickens’ London, complete with actors who represent his characters. I had always wanted to go and was just trying to think of ways to help out.

I contacted the head person for costumes for the actors and I told her I make period pieces and I specialize in weird stuff, but also in turning old thrift store items into period attire. She emailed me back and was like “Come meet me” and so I did. I came out to her studio and was sitting with her folks, showing her pictures of all the stuff I’d done I was proud of. Then she says…”Wait…I have an idea.”

She tells me that every year, Dickens-fair has this one performer who is a fiddling Christmas tree. Like What? yes. A tree…that fiddles. Apparently it’s like the fucking Mickey of Dickens-fair. Only, her outfit was made a few years back  from fabric, and kind of looked like a dunce cap with streamers. She told me that this year, the Fiddling Tree wanted a new costume. She says “Can you make a Christmas tree that can fiddle?”

I’m like…no. “If she can fiddle and wear a tree, then I can build a tree that can be worn by a fiddler. Hell yeah.”

And she’s like…”It can’t touch her shoulders, and it has to fit over her normal costume, and it has to be period accurate, so all period ornaments.” 

And I’m like…bitch, “I got this.” 

She says “Come back in a week and meet her and give us your idea.”

So I designed…because I make costumes and I have Christmas in my blood. My mom always tells this story about how when I was like 4, I was with her at the train station in LA and I saw this man sitting on a bench. Now this man wore blue denim overalls, with a long sleeved red shirt, had a white beard, and carried a wooden cane carved with Rudolph, who had a gemstone nose…He was fucking Santa. Admit it. And 4 year old me was like……SANTA? My mom always says I stared at him hard and then tried to climb in his lap, like for real Tim Allen from Santa Clause style, but he was cool, and pulled me into his lap and had a whole conversation with me about whether or not I was being good…in July. According to my mom, he told her he was a professional Santa and this was something he always got from kids, and that he loved it. He then got picked up by a woman in a convertible and drove away.

My mom has been telling me this story since I was five. 

So this year, about 3 years ago, I was like…A Christmas tree that fiddles…I got this.

I mean, I drew this shit. I went to hardware stores and craft shops and I priced out this shit. There were emails about what I could expect to be the substructure. I made a barbie doll scale model with pipe cleaners. I came in with a fucking Plan.

And they laughed and said… “We love the barbie…OK.”

So I had a budget. I had an idea. And I went with it. I made measurements and all sorts of stuff. Let me tell you about this costume…

This woman is 6′2″. She fiddles. She wears, beneath the tree, a full period costume. This means a bell hoop skirt and a corset. I made sure they had a hoop for her that was carved from fucking PVC pipe and a steel boned corset, and I went to work. I had frames…on fucking chains…from MY CEILING. I had the whole thing mapped out.

A lightweight metal skirt in a grid pattern made from chain, linked together in a mesh. gathered at the waist and clipped like a belt. Over the head, a cone-like structure carved out of mesh, mounted on braces that were lashed to the torso with straps bolted into the metal cross-braces. A light aluminum frame. And over this…a cape, made from long dangling chains. Every inch of chain was coated in weatherproofing green paint. Every few links…a limb hacked off a fake plastic Christmas tree. Woven amidst these? A series of handmade and donated ornaments, including fake cookies made from clay, fake candles with a remote control that controlled the flicker. I had paper ornaments, streamers, instruments made of brass, birds, candies made from plastic…I mean I had everything, and all to period. I worked and worked on this for months and had numerous fittings.

The aluminum headpiece came along. I was stressed. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to make this fucking cone mount on her chest so her shoulders would be free. I mean I had ideas - like a cone, but with a back and front piece that came down her torso and to which, straps were fixed that clipped at the sides. This would distribute weight evenly through the corset and allow for freedom of the shoulders. But! I didn’t have a firm plan. I went to the hardware store.

Me. Three months pregnant. All cute and glowy and shit.

And I walked into the section where all the plumbing and flashing is. Now I know my way around. I hate going here because I’m usually hassled by a dude who thinks girls can’t know shit about hardware. But this time…this time it was a nice old man with a snowy white beard, wearing a red shirt and a green apron. I’m like…he’s a Santa…this is fate.

He comes over and says “What can I help you with today?”

And so I tell him the whole story. About the tree, and the odd parameters, the physics, the complexities. I tell him what I’m trying to create, this cone of metal lashed to the chest, and he…


He tells me, “I’m a Santa. I do it every year. I love this project! I want to help!”

As we are brain storming, and he’s showing me all the products that might work, he mentions to me that he isn’t the first Santa in his family.

“My dad did it for most of his life.”

“Man, I have such respect for Santas. My mom always tells this story about me meeting this man who looked like a Santa at a train station and trying to sit on his knee.”

The man got very quiet. “At a train station?”

“Yeah, like he was wearing overalls and a red shirt and had this carved cane…”

“I remember that cane,” he says.

I turn to him… “The one with Rudolph?”

“With a ruby nose. Yeah. After he died I looked everywhere for it, but I couldn’t find it.”

I stopped. Like straight up stopped moving, with like my limbs all cold as snow. “Wait a minute? What? Are you telling me you know that Santa?”

“I think that was my dad. He is exactly as you say. He worked on the railroad as a conductor for most of his life, and when he retired they gave him free travel. He was always taking trips, and he always went as Santa, because after he retired, he did that full time.”

“Did your mom own a convertible? Like a sleek one?”


I lost it. I’m in the middle of fucking Ace Hardware, talking to Santa, about my Santa, the one I can’t remember, but always knew existed, and that man is this Santa’s daddy. And here I am…shopping for parts to a fiddling Christmas tree. I cried like a little kid. He hugged me. I apologized and told him I was in my first trimester. He said it was fine. He gave me his card. Told me he was glad to hear his father had had such an impact on kids. He helped me pick out my tree pieces and then checked me out.

I built the best fucking tree you ever saw. I wove metal. I bent aluminum. I used riveters. I worked with saws, and vices, and paint, and glue, and fucking plastic clay. I did everything wearing gloves and a mask because of baby. I did it all like I had a fire under me, because fuck that…I’m not letting Santas down.

And this is what I made.

This was the dry fitting, the trial run. We fluffed it out with more limbs, added bits here and there, or planned for more. I strung this fucking thing from my rafters on a mannequin and we had a tree decorating party, putting ornaments on it like it was a real tree. Then we had her put on the whole thing, and we watched her play “O Tannenbaum”

And it was the best Christmas moment ever, for me. 

That year, I had free tickets to Dickens-fair. I went and caught sight of my Christmas tree fiddling around, playing songs for kids and spreading the spirit. Then later I saw the fiddler dancing in Fezziwig’s ball, with her tree skirt still on over her dress. It was awesome, seeing this 7.5′ tall tree gliding around, this thing I made, with help from My Santa’s Son.

I was Santa that year. It made my holiday.

So the next time you meet a Santa… it might not be the real guy… but you needed to meet him. And if you are a Santa… this is what you do. This is your legacy.

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Never The Right Time (E.D.)

Summary: Y/N meets her best friend’s boyfriend, Ethan, and finds that maybe she likes him more than she should.

A/N: inspired by the book whiskey by kandi steiner 

Word Count: 10,896 LMAO WHOOPS TOLD U GUYS IT WAS A LONG ONE & im not sorry about it

Warnings: read at ur own risk (EMOTIONAL)(FRUSTRATING)(HEARTBREAKING), time skips, slight smut but, like, not graphic at all like pg-13 smut?, probably a lot of typos its just who i am as a person


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I have a question for the world

How come my best friend is allowed to know, truly from the bottom of his heart that he’s gay, but I’m not allowed to know that I’m asexual??? How come, whenever I mention me being asexual anywhere near my mother or anyone close to her age, people say “Oh, you’re only eighteen, you haven’t even had a relationship yet, just you wait!” So??? My best friend had never been in a relationship at all when he knew he was gay. How come he’s allowed to define his sexuality, but I’m not? How come he is allowed to know, but I’m not? How come I have to make promises to discuss my sexuality six years down the track because ‘Anything could change, and you’ll meet the right guy’. How come that same neighbour had the fucking AUDACITY to say to me “And you know what, in six years, I’ll win” like my sexuality is some fucking contest of knowledge or some shit???

My sexuality is MY sexuality. Not my neighbours, not my mothers, MINE.  I know me better then anyone else, and I spent my years in puberty thinking something was wrong with me because I didn’t get attracted to people like everyone else my age was doing. I didn’t care for it or want it, it made me uncomfortable. I had classmates trying to convince me to kiss someone I barely knew in hopes to ‘fix’ me. I felt broken. I felt wrong. And finally, when I was seventeen, I found this word that described how I felt, and I was excited. I was ecstatic! If there was a word for it, I can’t be broken because someone had to feel what I was feeling to make that word. I wasn’t some unknown entity. I existed on the spectrum. I wasn’t a failed human being.

Asexuality doesn’t mean I don’t want a relationship. That I won’t fall in love. It doesn’t mean that I won’t ever have sex (though I’m sex repulsed, so there’s a high chance I won’t) and have children. It means I don’t feel sexual attraction. That’s it. That’s all it is. It is that simple. I don’t get crushes on people because i think they look good. My crushes happen because there is some aspect of their personality that appealed to me. Because they are good, not good looking.

Age doesn’t matter. Experience doesn’t matter. My feelings matter. YOUR feelings matter. We aren’t broken, stop treating us like we are.

How Would You Feel | Seth Rollins

Title: How Would You Feel

Pairing: Seth Rollins/Reader

Summary: “How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?”

Word Count: 3,586

Warning: no warnings, I don’t think…

A/N: At first, this fic was going to be based around “Start of Time” by Gabrielle Aplin and then, as I was writing the end of this fic I was listening to Ed… so here we are lol. Also, please forgive any typos. I literally put this in my queue at 5am😩

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One day in 5th grade the whole school (it only went up to 5th) got called out of classes and were seated in the gym. The teachers, principal, and a few councilers were lined up in front of us. A few teachers looked sick to their stomach and to be completely fair it was hilarious. The principal then told us what had happened on the top floor boys bathroom, the whole bathroom had had shit smeared everywhere. That’s not all, he proceeded to go into graphic detail about everything which made this ten times more hilarious. This ordeal occurred for the rest of the school year every month (this was like the 5th day of school) and the teachers hated it yet they never found out who’s been doing it. I happened to move at the end of the year and just recently I got in contact with an old friend from that school and he told me everything. “We did it for the girls. They have to deal with stuff like periods so we thought we could make it fair and smear shut everywhere. So every month two guys went in and did the deed.” and you know what? They were never fucking caught.