i think this is what heaven tastes like

Commanders Niece

Originally posted by telefilmaddictedforever


Fandom: Game Of Thrones

Character: Jon Snow

Reader: Female

Warnings: Smut, swears, the usual shebang

Note: this is my first GoT fanfic so I hope its good, I plan on making many more for different characters and if you have any character suggestions that should be done first let me know!


You were never really innocent, like far from it. You never acted like a lady but you were forced too, until you dishonored your father, he sent you to the Nights watch to be their fuck toy or something along those lines. At least you got to go to the wall, you could handle yourself very well, and your uncle was the Commander there so you would be treated fairly well.

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Zach Dempsey #2 - Part 3 (Finale)

So, without further ado, I present to you Part 3 of the Zach/Pregnancy imagine!
@alexa040004 helped me out with this one!

Part 1 Part 2

xx


It has been three weeks since her accident and I truly have no idea how I managed everything.
21 days of pure desperation and fear of losing her.
Our whole plan sucked now and I had to figure out how to handle school and fatherhood.
Alone.
Even though her parents and my mother were very supportive, I can’t help it but miss her.

Not only her strength and her smart mind but so much more.

I miss how she looks at me every time our eyes meet.
I miss how the way she looks at me, is so full of love and more than I have ever deserved.
I miss how I can always make her laugh, no matter what.
I miss how she cups her face when she laughs because she thinks she looks ridiculous.
I miss her motivating mood, no matter what time it is.
I just miss her. All of her.

Clay and the others tried to be supportive and helped me out with school and missing classes because I spend every damn day at the hospital.
Her daughter always by my side.
The baby has been surprisingly easy and slept a lot.
Sometimes I wonder if she feels that her mom isn’t here to support me so she takes it easy on me.

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I don’t know what heaven is like.

But I think I get a taste of it
when God meets me on my knees.

When I’m lifted up
from my homemade graves,

where my body starts
to dissolve into the dirt.

As I lose touch with myself
I forget what else I was made of.

I am plucked from the root
and He calls me to a new home.

So I’ve been thinking about this for a long while

What would you guys think about a Supernatural cookbook? And/Or a video series showing y’all how to cook said meals?

Ever since I started watching the show, I’ve been jotting down little ideas for recipes that most definitely go with the characters. The cookbook/video series would have recipes based after characters, species (Angels, demons, vampires, etc…) and even ships (I surprisingly have a cake based off of Megstiel)

Would you pals be interested in something like this? If I were going to be selling it, it’d be super fucking cheap because I know people are broke (like $5-$9 $7-$12) and it’d have tons and tons of recipes, cooking tips, ‘cheats’ for the lazy pals, and original art/photography. Not to mention that I’d be directing the video series myself, so they’d have a skit, the cooking of the recipe, and pro tips at the end.

I’d also throw in some drink recipes, both alcoholic and not!

The recipes are named after characters, ships, episodes, weapons, and quotes (The ‘So Get This’ pasta tasted like heaven tbh) and the cooking difficulty ranges from novice to expert. Also, I threw in some vegetarian/vegan options!

For perspective, I’ve been cooking for going on 16 years underneath my father and uncle (My uncle was the first black head chef at Saks Fifth Ave. Fun fact!) So I know my shit when it comes to cooking.

Anyways, what do you think? Good idea, or throw it in the trash?

lauren aquilina lyric starters

  • ❝ those hardest to love need it most ❞
  • ❝ what if we ruin it all? ❞
  • ❝ I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone ❞
  • ❝ isn’t that dangerous? ❞
  • ❝ oh god I feel so unprepared ❞
  • ❝ tell me what we choose ❞
  • ❝ do I offend you with my words? ❞
  • ❝ forgive me, I’m just so fucked up in the head ❞
  • ❝ look at all the chaos you escaped ❞
  • ❝ I love your brain, but I hate your guts ❞
  • ❝ you’re alone, you’re on your own, so what? ❞
  • ❝ count your blessings not your flaws ❞
  • ❝ you’ve got it all ❞
  • ❝ you can reclaim your crown ❞
  • ❝ you’re in control ❞
  • ❝ you can be king again ❞
  • ❝ you’re too wrapped up in your self doubt ❞
  • ❝ there’s method in my madness ❞
  • ❝ there’s no logic in your sadness ❞
  • ❝ you don’t gain a single thing from misery ❞
  • ❝ you’re completely off limits ❞
  • ❝ you’re so busy being busy ❞
  • ❝ my mind is blind to everything but you ❞
  • ❝ I wonder if you wonder about me too ❞
  • ❝ the future’s far less daunting walking into it with you ❞
  • ❝ so drink ‘til you can’t think ❞
  • ❝ pretend I’m what you choose ❞
  • ❝ our lives are stories waiting to be told ❞
  • ❝ they’re the ones we’ll look down upon ❞
  • ❝ we’ll defy the rules until we die ❞
  • ❝ the world may disapprove ❞
  • ❝ my world is only you ❞
  • ❝ if we’re sinners it feels like heaven to me ❞
  • ❝ how can you expect me not to eat, when the forbidden fruit tastes so sweet? ❞
  • ❝ our hearts are too ruthless to break ❞
  • ❝ time for the rules to change ❞
  • ❝ why won’t you just talk to me? ❞
  • ❝ there’s a universe inside your head ❞
  • ❝ constellations are the things you left unsaid ❞
  • ❝ talk to me or watch me leave ❞
  • ❝ are you ever gonna wake up? ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know why you’re hiding ❞
  • ❝ I could tear your world to shreds ❞
  • ❝ do you know how it feels to give your all for no return? ❞
  • ❝ I’d be anything for you, but I’ll never fit the bill ❞
  • ❝ you won’t even notice that I’m gone ❞
  • ❝ the worst part of it all is that I desperately still want someone who never wanted me ❞
  • ❝ I’m only your everything when you feel alone ❞
  • ❝ will our dreaming be our downfall? ❞
  • ❝ I can already feel their hate ❞
  • ❝ it’s not hard to let it go when there’s nothing to hold onto ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know how to love you like I used to ❞
  • ❝ I just wish I could mute all their mouths ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one ❞
  • ❝ we all live in the waves we’ve created ❞
  • ❝ I can’t stop living in fear of the worst ❞
  • ❝ don’t you tell me that you’re falling for me now ❞
  • ❝ can’t you see you mess with my head just because you can ❞
  • ❝ I guess my problem’s always been giving people everything and expecting the same ❞
  • ❝ it’s just too much and I’m never enough ❞
  • ❝ teach me to be somebody new ❞
  • ❝ who said that you can make a fool of me? ❞
  • ❝ who said that you decide how I feel? ❞
  • ❝ who said I didn’t have the strength to leave? ❞
  • ❝ who said that I would look the other way? ❞
  • ❝ if nothing is meant to last, maybe we should drink to that ❞
  • ❝ morning’s gonna come so fast, pour another drink in my glass ❞
  • ❝ people break each other’s hearts in their individual ways ❞
  • ❝ this was never love, it was chaos ❞
  • ❝ I remember the way you used to talk about your doubts like they were demons ❞
  • ❝ all I’m thinking about is not thinking about you ❞
Shall I Lie?

Do you know what being a demon really is?

It’s waking up at 1 in the morning and tasting blood on your tongue because you’ve bitten into the soft flesh of your lips to stop the screams.

It’s smirking at sad things because has the world really become this melting pot of hate? Yes, and it is disgusting.

It’s trading words with strangers because they think you’re heaven-sent in your seemingly endless knowledge of pain. No one should know pain like a best friend.

It’s stealing kisses in graveyards and behind churches with angel incarnates and making promises you know you won’t fulfill.

Being a demon is walking into churches not because it hurts, but because you aren’t meant to be there, yet you are.

Being a demon is.. Holding your lovers close with hatred for the world in your eyes because they’ve seen too much. They’ve fought too much, and they should be happy whilst you are hurting, not the other way around.

Being a demon, with as much intended irony as you dare say, is hell.

Acaronar | I.

(v.) to tenderly pull or draw someone closer - to hold, as for affection, comfort, or warmth; to fondle, to caress; to embrace, to protect

01. | 02.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Best friend!AU, angst, fluff and light smut (no actual smut).

Warning(s): rated +17 for containing light mature content

Word count: 3560

Description: Letting go of someone was hard. Especially when this person was your best friend from childhood, but it was your fault for this. No one was to blame but you. You just had to build up feelings towards him in a different way, a way no relationship between friends should be.

A/N: Story based off the wonderful world that is my mind and some inspiration is taken from a book I’m currently reading.

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Don’t Speak

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1021

A/N: Reader always seems to know exactly what’s on Castiel’s mind (hint – it’s you). NSFW/adult themes – but not explicit.


The ruckus of nostalgic alcohol-fueled banter between you and the Winchesters reminiscing about old cases around a rickety motel kitchenette table faded from the forefront of Castiel’s perception. Instead, inquisitive sapphire eyes concentrated their attention on your full pink lips - contemplating the alluring way they pouted around the glass mouth of the sweaty amber beer bottle as you drank a swig, observing the light flick of your tongue swiping traces of bubbling foam, condensation, and salty perspiration from dampened lips, tortured by the gentle toss of your head backward and throat burbling over with easy laughter.

Cas’ thoughts drifted to the act of fellatio he’d stumbled upon and viewed on Dean’s computer the night before while innocently attempting to search through local police reports – he pictured the busty brunette woman too eagerly gagging on the jerking veiny ridged cock of a chiseled faceless groaning man. While he recognized the video was undeniably meant to be physically provocative, having had no experiential reference in receiving oral to build upon, the angel failed to respond with anything but mildly piqued curiosity.

That is, until now.

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Bucky Barnes Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: can you do a bucky barnes imagine where you celebrate bucky’s birthday and you arrive and it was time for him to open presents. and so as bucky opens your present, you sneak out the back and leave the building. you leave bucky completely confused and worried, and than he says he wants to drop everything, he doesn’t care that it was his birthday, he wanted to find you. and know that you were safe. fluff plz! thx, i love your writing so so much!!

A/N: love you to nonny <3

Warning: fluff


Whispers were spreading all around the building, there was a cake waiting to be lighted. The lights were dimmed low so it seemed that nobody was there, you were waiting in the livingroom, the curtains were blocking the light from shining in. You look over at Steve who was watching out when Bucky gets back from shopping, you sent him off to get some random stuff so you could throw him a surprise birthday party. He had no idea that you were coming back, and he hasn’t seen you in two years, so two surprises in one night! The whole morning the team made him think that they totally forgot about his birthday.

 And it seemed that Bucky was actually believeing it, which was the plan. Steve’s eyes went wide and he snapped his head towards everybody who was chattering.

‘’Guys! Bucky’s back! Hide!’’ steve demanded, diving to the ground.

Tony slapped the lights off and the room went pitch black, you kept running into people because you didn’t know where you were going. You felt around and finally just hid underneath some kind of table, as you crouched down, you hear the door open and you look towards the door. Bucky enters and flickers the lights on.

‘’SURPRISE!!’’ everybody yells, popping up from out of their hiding space.

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Fire & Flowers - Vampire Harry

Y/N and Harry aren’t fooling anyone when it comes to their realtionship but people underestimate how good they are at keeping secrets.

An elbow jabs into Y/N’s arm, shaking her from her trance. “You know every girl in here is giving you the evil eye?”

Y/n shrugs, “It’s cause I came with Harry. You’d be surprised at how vicious some girls can be.”

Fran laughs and takes a sip of her drink, “I am not surprised. You and Harry have something, what’s going on?”

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fwb; jungkook (6/7)

❝when you’re friends with benefits… and he falls in love.
►1761 words; series fwb (6/7)
♥ tagging @mvnyoongis / @versigny / @zeurin bc it’s not like you’re suffering bc of jungkook or anything :’)

Jungkook notices that while you’re sleeping, you somehow have the tendency to curl against the source of warmth that’s available. Now, one thing everyone knows is that Jungkook isn’t that affectionate of a person. Amongst the six he’s with most of the time, his usual pack of guys, he’s one to not appreciate it if you smother your hands all over him.

But you… you’re something else.

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Shoulders, Hair, and Tongue... Oh My!

There were so many things about Jensen that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. One of my favorite things to do was to sit on set when it wasn’t my day to film. Then I could just sit and watch without any other responsibilities. Sure, I could sit and watch him any damn time of the day, 24/7 if I really wanted to, he was my husband after all, but there was something mesmerizing about watching him in his element, on set, working. 

Jensen loved the days that I just sat on set, quietly observing. He knew it would lead to a fun night at home if he was lucky, and that fucker was always lucky. He didn’t show off with me there just watching. He was just himself which is exactly why I was there. I watched for obvious reasons and not so obvious reasons. Sometimes I simply sat back and watched him move. I loved it when he was shooting a scene in which he got to wear a single layer, particularly a black t-shirt. The way it stretched over his taught muscles, pulling over his shoulders and settling over his sculpted arms sent a shiver down my spine. 

I’d watch his team muss up his hair, and I’d feel a slight twinge of jealousy. That would quickly ebb away when I would remind myself that later that evening I would do a much better job giving him that sexy hair look anyway. I’d bite my lip and have to cross my legs to keep myself from acting on the urge to approach Jensen in those moments. Keep myself from showing them just how to muss up his hair the right way. 

But the one thing that drove me mad, the one thing that would inevitably have me begging for a little one on one time with my husband, was when he would do something that he was hardly aware that he did. Jensen had a habit of licking his lips, his tongue darting out over his top lip before soothing the bottom lip and retreating. I wanted nothing more than to capture that tongue with my own. In those moments, I needed to feel his lips move against mine. There was little more he could do to get me worked up more quickly. That was a sure fire way to work me into a frenzy, and today was no different as I sat and watched him walk toward baby, his tongue darting out between his lips, wetting them perfectly before retreating again. I sighed heavily and got up and started to pace. 

“That’s a wrap for lunch, people. See you in an hour,” Singer announced, and I quickly approached Jensen, my fingers threading with his, dragging him behind me. 

He laughed behind me. “Well hello to you too, sweetheart,” he said as we rounded a corner, heading down a shady looking ally. I had one goal in mind. “I don’t think there are any restaurants this way,” he started, but I quickly cut him off, shoving him against the wall, my lips crashing against his, my fingers splayed across his chest, his muscles responding to my touch.   

He smiled against my lips at first, but his tongue quickly darted into my mouth, lapping at mine, and damn he tasted like heaven. His tongue knew exactly what it was doing. Eventually he pulled away with a small laugh. 

“I did the thing again, huh?” he smiled, looking down at me, his hand resting on my face, his thumb tracing a line along my jaw. 

“You and that damn tongue, Ackles. It gets me all worked up,” you admitted. 

He tossed his head back in laughter then looked back at you. “Just wait until you see what it has in store for you tonight, babe,” he promised, taking your hand and leading you back out into the busy street. You smiled at the thought, your heart skipping a beat as you wrapped your arm around his. He winked at you, and you stretched up and kissed him quickly as you walked. That wink might well be the death of you as well.

You were lucky you married Jensen. It seemed that every damn thing the man did had you weak at the knees. Lucky for you, when he was the one between your knees, he could make you as weak as he wanted. 

Delivery - Morgan Rielly Imagine

“i’m a pizza delivery person and i got stuck in this elevator with you trying to deliver my last pizza and i’m so hungry and we shouldn’t but i’m game if you are, god i love pepperoni pizza” au with anyone you want, I just want to read how you write it

I hope this was interesting and not too boring lol. I liked this one and it was quite the interesting au prompt! Thanks for reading you guys, I love you all! -Accius

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pakcheemeenkitten  asked:

so , im absolutely terrified of reviving and giving oral. The thought of shoving something into the back of my throat , choking , and even throwing up , scares me. And im always worried about receiving because people describe eating out as some amazing thing where the other person tastes like heaven and they have no razor bumps or discharge or anything. But obviously girls have that so its totally unfair and bs. Advice?

I mean it’s normal to be scared by it! When it comes to giving a guy oral, don’t think you have to let him force his whole dick down your throat, you don’t. Only do what makes you feel comfortable!

As for the eating out, a lot of girls get razor bumps and discharge and all that but it’s 100% natural! It’s nothing to be ashamed of at all and if you’re with the right guy he should be focused on pleasuring you more than if you have razor bumps and so on~ let yourself be comfortable with the person you do it with before it happens, when you’re more comfortable the experience will be better, just don’t feel like you have to do it if it’s not your thing.

Salad fingers sentences

“I like rusty spoons.”

“I must find the perfect spoon.”

“Hello there young child.”

“I’d like to caress this rusty kettle.”

“Today I’m having a little get together with my friends.”

“You are looking rather splendid this evening.”

“I wonder what you taste like.”

“I’ve got a fish in the oven if anyone’s interested.”

“Help…. Help me. Help….”

“I think the Heavens must have sent you.”

“I like it when the red water comes out.”

“I’ve been enjoying the pleasures of nettles.”

“What’s this rather queer looking contraption?”

“The nettles make me think happy times.”

“Ah, bubble trumps.”

“You’ve picked a rather late hour to be visiting me.”

“I think you’re called Milford Cubicle.”

“I’ll give you a little hand if you’re feeling rather fatigued.”

“Would you like a warm glass of milk?”

“I’m going to try and find France because I’ve always wanted to go there.”

“That little boy has been watching me for a while now.”

“What have you been gathering today little sister?”

“You’re body is so much fun.”

“I just want to give you a big stroke.”

“You’ve gotten flat little sister, and you’re all gooey.”

“Have I been gifted a grubby tap?”

“Oh how I’ve dreamt of taps.”

“I just want to marry all of you gorgeous taps.”

“I don’t like this game. I think I’m going to go home now.”

“Stop scratching your basket belly.”

“How rude! I’ve been disconnected.”

“I’ve made you a friend hat.”

“You look so beautiful. It’s your big day!”

“It seems our first guest has arrived. Would you like some confectionary?”

“I must say you’re a well mannered young lady.”

“I’d like to elect you as my new playmate.”

“Th-that’s a pretty looking front on your body, but it looks awfully dirty.”

“My tummy box feels broken.”

“Would you like some peas pudding?”

“I think he likes spoons too!”

“Do you not like my mouth words?”

“You’re just a stinky river.”

“Is this a present for me?”

“you hold a welcoming texture. A pleasure for the tips.”

“How long has it been since I’ve seen your chops?”

“No, this isn’t true, you’ve got the wrong bloke squire.”

“I never did get to sample the delights of your flavor.”

“The floor sugar does taste rather queer in this area.”

“It was frightfully rude of you blokes to leave for the great war without me.”

“Come inside and we’ll fix you a nice hot bath.”

“Lock up your daughters tonight general. They’ll be trouble in the maiden’s quarters.”

“Maybe you could come and tuck me in tonight, sailor.”

“I hope you like sand.”

“you’ve barely shuffled an inch all week.”

“Well, back you go then. Back to the ghastly trenches.”

“I only ask that out creator return you unspoiled.”

“No, you’re doing it all wrong! You’re not playing in the right key.”

“I like to listen to my radio.”

“What a hideous sound.”

“A man can’t cope with all these unpleasant frequencies about.”

“I think I’ll sit this one out in the safety cupboard.”

“Your legs are made of cotton and they’re far too long.”

“You all look so beautiple together.”

“I’ll have no dirty immigrants in my house.”

“It was quite bad mannered of you to keep one of my hairs.”

“OW daddy, that really hurt!! Daddy I’m bothered!!”

“Daddy, what happened to my end bits daddy!”

“We’ll have to get some bubble trumps and vinegar on there before it falls off.”

“I feel my day of reckoning may be approaching.”

“Bottles, smiles, nappies and wee. To my heart you’ve found the key.”

“Heavens to Betsy what now?”

“A lethargic child is a servant to the beast.”

“I’m going to be jolly cross with you in a minute.”

“I’m just here to ….. uhm… uh….. to. Ah- clean your windows!”

“You’re a bit pooey”

“Thems trousers a bit posh sunshine.”

“Who the devil are you?”

“You appear to be free of all information.”

“Well someone’s a soggy slumber-chops.”

“Don’t you crumple your face up at me.”

“I- I know it hurts. Just try and sit still whilst the doctor eats your blood.”

“I must have slept for six Mondays.”

“You should feel a great shame for this outcome sir. A great shame.”

“I shall wear it from here to the grave.”

April 28, 2017

Hiveswap is not out yet.

I chug some japanese apple juice after a good 4-5 years. Koiwai family brand. It is my favorite drink in the world and I would die for it.

I think about how my headcanon japanese!dave only drinks japanese apple juice, imported 100 bottles at a time, courtesy of bro. Because it is THE best apple juice on the earth. American apple juice? whats that? POWDER and LIES?

stick a straw in your apple and drink it, that’s what japanese apple juice tastes like.

god bless.

I am in heaven with every sip. I hope Rose has figured out the recipe for japanese apple juice on earth C and that everyone is hooked and having a good time.

It has been (-119) days since “January 2017”.

The Lifeguard

Summary: Dan’s a lifeguard and Phil pretends to be unable to swim as a way to get mouth to mouth with him.
Word Count: 835
Warnings: mentions of drowning, swearing
A/N: Just a little drabble based off of this post (; This is the first time I’ve written anything less than 1k words so this is a bit weird. But thanks to @wanderingforhome for telling me to do this train wreck, ily

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The sun was hot on Phil’s shoulders, making him grimace as he imagined his flesh burning under the melting rays. He was glad to be able to get in the cool waters of the neighbourhood pool, that way it could cool off his cheeks and make the summer a bit more manageable.

His ears perked at the sound of a whistle blowing and the voice of a man screaming, “No running by the pool!” Phil’s eyes landed on the most beautiful human being he’d ever seen. The man had curly brown hair that was slightly damp, chocolate eyes that glowed cinnamon in the sunlight, and a dimple in his cheek that made his entire face light up when he smiled.

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So, I think it’s time that I discuss a memory (via dream) I had a while back about the Fall.

(In an attempt to make this brief, I will wrap it up.)

There was war.

Eventually, it stops, and there are two groups of angels: Lucifer (and those who sided with them) Michael (and the rest of the heavenly host), standing on what appears to be the edge of Heaven. I am in the crowd, close to the front, but still behind him. I can taste the blood in my mouth and it tastes like gold ash. The air is thick with a smell that I honestly can’t name. Angels are bleeding golden blood. We are all tense as Michael points his sword at Lucifer, whose wings are all charred and grotesque. I felt a vague sense of horror at their appearance.

Michael tells Lucifer that he must leave and he is never to return. That it must be this way. Lucifer first looks incredibly hurt, then pissed, then… surprisingly calm. He smirks, bows to the crowd, and just falls backward off the edge. Then there was this loud boom, like thunder and a sonic boom combined. Then the rest of the fallen followed suit, producing a seemingly never ending booming sound. I could hear some angels screaming as they watched this happen. I just watched in a sort of steely horror.

Then, it switches to a perspective from earth. I assume that they were human, as they say “Look! Falling stars!” and point to the heavens, watching them streak through the sky.

If anyone remembers anything like this, feel free to contact me! This was a surprisingly vivid memory for me and has left me a little shaken up. I am totally aware that this is my UPG, but I am definitely intrigued to find anyone else who may remember. Thanks!

Relax

Do you think you could do an imagine where Harrys girlfriend sleep deprived and grumpy and he just wants to be all lovely dovey and cuddly and she’s stressed from finals ao he cuddles her?

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You never popped as many painkillers as you did during finals week.

Your head was in a constant state of pain from staring at computer screens and textbooks all day. The words would swim in front of your eyes after eight hours of study and the rigid library chairs made your back ache. You couldn’t remember a night that you got home before 10pm or a morning that you slept in past 6. You were tired all the time and forgot to eat most days. It wasn’t healthy and it was starting to wear on you; Harry could see it and he didn’t like it.

As much as he tried to calm you down and get you to relax for just a few minutes, you always insisted that you had way too much to do and you would get annoyed at him for bothering you.

You were determined and you were set in your ways. You had worked hard all year and you wanted your final marks to reflect that.

You managed to get through finals with relative ease but getting back into a normal routine after the fact was a lot more difficult than you had anticipated. For weeks, your sleep schedule had been thrown off and your eating habits had been less-than-stellar. The first night you were actually home in time to get a good night’s sleep, you found yourself tossing and turning for hours before finally giving up and spending the rest of the night on the couch watching terrible infomercials and devouring a bag of chips.

When Harry woke up and came downstairs the next morning, that was how he found you and it made his heart hurt. He knew that you were tired and you needed to get back into your normal routines and he wished, more than anything, that he could somehow help you do that.

“Mornin’,” he yawned, shuffling past the couch on his way to the kitchen.

“Mmm,” you mumbled, not taking your eyes off of the TV.

“Did you sleep at all?”

“Does it look like I slept at all?”

Your response was curt but Harry didn’t take it personally. The one thing he had learned about you over the years was that you needed your sleep. If you didn’t get a decent amount of sleep, Harry kept his distance.

“Want some breakfast?”

“No, I’m good. I’ve had enough calories in this bag of chips that I think I’m probably alright.”

“Chips are not a good breakfast, love.”

“It’s okay, I’ll probably die of diabetes or something soon anyway so what does it matter?”

That was the last straw for Harry. He could handle you being grumpy and distant but he absolutely drew the line at serious self-deprecation. You didn’t get that way very often so, when you did, he knew that it was time to intervene.

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What really happened to Sangwoo’s parents?

I’m bored so I have time to throw some theories or try to lol. I have been thinking if really Sangwoo killed both of his parents and the reasons behind. 

Obviously his father was an abusive asshole and that’s why he was killed, but what if Sangwoo set up his own mother to kill him like he did to Bum with Jieun? Maybe he manipulated his mother to believe that the only way to be “free” from the control of that man was killing him and that way bind her to him since he would be to only one to know ‘her dark secret’. In the flashback when they are in the car Sangwoo comments that his father was “laying down in the back” perhaps meaning that the old man was already dead and they were on their way to bury him. I think the reason she was eating the apple and said it tasted delicious was not because the apple per se was exceptionally good, but because now that she was ‘free’ and got rid of his tormentor, everything to her was fantastic, even the food tasted like heaven. That’s what being out of a bad situation does to you. So that’s why Sangwoo says “she could not be completely sane then”, since who in their right mind after committing a murder is in a good mood to get excited over eating some insipid fruit? 

Now, the motive for killing her could be anything. Maybe he did it because he deep inside hated her for ‘allowing’ his father to hurt them. Maybe she was abusive too and she used to touched him inappropriately disguised as affection and that’s why he has this weird unnamed attraction/thing for his mother. Maybe he killed her when he realized that even though she was now free and able to ‘be with him’ she refused him, and we know how very poorly he takes being denied something or things not going his way, to say the least. 

So those are my thoughts, I would like to read what you guys think. I have read a few interesting theories here and there but they get lost over fans and not fans discourses posts! It gets pretty exhausting always reading in the tags the tug-of-war between “yall are disgusting for reading that shit!!11″ and the “its just fiction!!1 we know its abusive!!! don’t like don’t read it!!”.