You can stop pretending, you can stop acting like you care. I know you don’t. I know I’m your backup plan and I’m sick of it. I thought you were different, maybe that’s why I’m hurting so much, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t mean as much to you as you made me think I did. Have fun with her because I’m done letting you break my heart.
WITCHCRAFT IS NOT A SUBSTITUTION FOR MODERN MEDICINE
It pains me to an extreme that people on this site will ask others “hey what can I put in a tea for a divination?” or “What should I put in a tincture for this and that?”. 1.) PLANTS AND HERBS ARE MEDICINE, STOP ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW HOW TO PRESCRIBE THEM LIKE A PROFESSIONAL 2.) You do not know any of these people on the internet, they could potentially give you something dangerous. Like every single tea or tincture that says put mugwort or st johns wort in it, they do not know your medical history, they do not know how it will effect you, and I doubt most of these people will even know how those plants could effect you. 3.) How do you know that these people have any sort of medical knowledge or experience? 4.) Witchcraft is not and will never be a substitution for modern medicine. And hey, if you are that interested in
GO STUDY IT IN A PROFESSIONAL SETTING AND NOT ON SOME BLOGGING WEBSITE
Medicine has come so far, go to your doctor not tumblr.
Y’all’ve gotta stop acting like you love Louis or could do more for Louis than Harry has/can. You’ve gotta stop acting like you know more about them or what they’ve been through or how that’s affected them than they do. You all are tearing yourselves apart and stressing yourselves out and being angry at Harry when you know nothing about the past few months, past year since hiatus, since things ramped up. You’ve gotta stop assuming. I’m mad about a lot of things pertaining to 1D and Louis and I will not stop screaming about them. My boy deserves better and I can’t wait for him to get it. But Harry? He ain’t do anything wrong. And you’ve gotta stop treating him like the villain. At the end of the day, Louis’s /his/ boy, you know? He’s got him. They’ve got each other. And it’s hard to watch but all we can do is sit back and be there, supporting him. Loudly. But turning your back on Harry in the name of Louis?? That’s not being there. That’s just making things worse I might even say. If they don’t see their professional lives as a competition, why should you? I get being mad and disappointed and sad at all Louis has been though and is going through – God knows I am too – but you’ve gotta stop directing all your hatred at that boy when there are /plenty/ of people it should be directed to. Just. When’s enough gonna be enough for you?
Aries: At some point, you have to open up again. You have to stop pushing everyone who tried to get close to you away, because while you like being alone right now, you’re going to hate being lonely when the cold sets in. Winter is coming, my dear.
Taurus: Bandage your wounds yourself. Don’t let their sweet words be poison dripping onto already open wounds, and do not let them trick you into a sweet daydream that will be twisted into a nightmare. You know better than that, and it’s time you started showing it.
Gemini: I know that you hate what you see every day in the mirror and it makes you want to destroy yourself, but sweetheart, you truly are a beautiful work of art. I just wish you could see that, because you can look at anyone else and see that their eyes light up when you walk into the room.
Cancer: Do not let someone control you like that ever again. Never let someone’s word have such a big say over your life again, because it’ll only lead you right back into every place you’ve been trying to escape from. Take this as a lesson, and move on.
Leo: Close your eyes; it’s time to finally sleep. I know you’ve been to hell and back, and your nightmares seem to haunt you even more when you’re awake, but you can rest now. You’ve won this war, you’re the survival story, and it’s time for sleep now.
Virgo : Please find your self worth, wherever you’ve hid it. Even if it’s at the bottom of the bottle you keep hidden under your car seat, or in that pipe that resides in your nightstand drawer, or in the lips of the girl you don’t fucking love, find yourself again and know that you’re stronger than all the shit you’ve gone through.
Libra: Stop obsessing over the thoughts of every past you could have had, and of all of the bridges you never quite walked on, and be happy with the road you are on, because looking back will never serve you or them any good. It’s time to get your knees to stop shaking and start moving forward again.
Scorpio: It’s time you stopped using your thoughts to cut yourself open again and again. Stop using your memories to find brand new ways to hate yourself, it’s time to stop using the past like an exacto knife, and time to use it to smile, for everything that happened and everything it caused.
Sagittarius: It’s okay that you can’t seem to find your home, and that your skin still feels like a jail cell. You’ve been fighting demons for so long that you don’t know what peace really feels like, and I am so proud of you and everything you’ve done. It will be okay, my love, you are truly a hero.
Capricorn: Maybe those ghosts that you’ve been trying so desperately to keep locked inside your closet and gagged with old t-shirts, are truly trying to help you instead of hurt you once more, and it’s finally time to sit up and listen, because they know you and they know how to help.
Aquarius: Yes, they still think of you. Yes, they still miss you. But now it really doesn’t matter, because you’ve already burned that bridge, and ran so far away from all the things you’ve done, going back now would be pointless. You made the right choice, now please start acting like you know it.
Pisces: Stop trying to run away from everything good in your life, and everything precious that you dearly love, simply because you’re so terrified of destroying what little good exists in your world. The good that exists is there to stay. You can not destroy it. It is not glass, it is not fragile; you can not run from this.
Just because you’re from a country predominantly with people of color that doesn’t make you a person of color. You’re still white and benefit off of white supremacy. You are on every novela on telemundo and the standard of beauty. Please stop acting like you know what it’s like to get treated like shit for the color of your skin.
Almost everyone in Hogwarts knew who you were because of your superb skills when it came to Quidditch. You played as the Keeper in your house’s team, and students always idolized you because of how you always manage to block the Quaffle no matter how fast it zoomed or how far it was from your initial position. Though even if the name Y/N Y/L/N was known throughout the school, no soul would think of associating you with Draco Malfoy — much less know that you were indeed dating him.
It was never yours and Draco’s intention to hide your relationship, and honestly, you weren’t really hiding it to be precise. People still saw you with him in between classes, sometimes in Hogsmeade, and in subjects that you shared with him. The only thing was, it seemed like they were the ones who couldn’t accept that Draco was your boyfriend just because of your differences.
“Y/N!” someone had called you the moment you got outside from the classroom where your last period (Ancient Runes) was held, running towards you in enthusiasm and mock surprise.
That someone happened to be Ernie MacMillan, a Hufflepuff student that you knew had unwavering attraction to you no matter how many times you turned him down.
“Oh, hi, Ernie.” you didn’t bother to hide the disappointment in your tone.
He beamed at you. “What a coincidence? I was just about to go down myself and then I saw you. Clearly, we’re meant to be.”
You gave him an exaggerated laugh. “Highly unlikely, but whatever you say.” you smiled before attempting to walk pass him.
“Great match last time, by the way.” he immediately followed you, causing you to subtly roll your eyes. “The way you caught the Quaffle when you were so far away! Wow!”
“Yes, well, I really must be going now so —”
“I was actually wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he cut you off, knowing that you were going to ditch him again. “Come on, Y/N. Just one date. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Too bad you won’t have it.” said Draco all of the sudden, joining the conversation.
You sighed in relief at his presence, and he smiled, putting an arm around you and kissing you on the temple. He then proceeded into ignoring Ernie who was now gaping at the sight of the two of you, Draco grabbing your things so that he’ll be the one carrying it as you go to the Great Hall.
Ernie finally found his voice. “But you’re so nice! And he’s so …” he grimaced.
“He’s actually better than you’ll ever be, Ernie.” you stated, annoyed by how he was giving your boyfriend a nasty look. “And seriously, stop acting like you didn’t know I was dating Draco all along.”
“I thought it was only a rumor or some dumb excuse to reject me.” Ernie admitted.
Draco sneered at him. “She rejects you because she doesn’t like you, MacMillan. Keep that stuck in your head, will you?”
“I just can’t believe she’d put up with you.” Ernie scowled at him.
“Yes, because she loves me and apparently, picked me.” Draco smugly told him. “So, if I were you, I’d stop acting desperate and move on.”
The Hufflepuff boy flushed, obviously defeated. “This ain’t over, Malfoy.”
“Of course, it is.” he scoffed.
You weren’t used to boys fighting over you that you found it amusing just to watch them argue and see Draco win. His words made you blush and you were probably grinning like mad, completely inappropriate for the scene in front of you.
Before things can get off had though, the tension in the air obvious as they both stare each other down, you softly patted Draco’s chest.
“Let’s go get dinner. I’m starving already.”
Draco nodded, fixing his eyes on Ernie one last time. “See you around, MacMillan. Hate to break the news that no one’s getting laid tonight. Well, not in your case, that is.” he chuckled, walking away then with arms still secured around you.
Once you were far, you nudged him on the ribs and he quirked an eyebrow.
“Thanks for saving me back there. He was starting to get pretty rude.” you admitted. “Not as rude as you were but …” you joked then, making him snort.
not to be that person but……… why are fans always complaining about line distribution when the members made it clear that they dont care about this, and like they know something about composing songs. like cant you appreciate what they release without complaining ? yall asked for more jin and taehyung and you have it, why cant you just appreciate it
My grandparents went out today and I slept in. When they came back from their errands I greeted them and they brought me Lunch- my favourite meal from the restaurant they went to. I damn near cried it made me so happy.
I feel like Damian used to say really sexist stuff but Jason has somehow taught him not to by consistently trapping him…
“Stop acting like a girl.”
“What’s wrong with being a girl?”
“You know what I mea-”
“So why did you say it?”
“I just meant-”
“Do you really think so little of your sisters?”
“TODD. I DIDN’T MEAN-”
“WHAT WOULD TALIA HAVE TO SAY?”
@ men: you have got to stop acting like you know better about women’s lives than women do. you don’t. please just sit down and listen.
the same goes for any privileged group: white people, cis people, straight people, et cetera. stop assuming you’re an expert on other people’s lives. we have to be quiet and listen to people that don’t share our privilege, otherwise we’re just contributing to and causing problems rather than helping.
i love when some abled people try to act like theyre so educated on your illness, they think they can offer you advice, talk about your issues and your limitations as if they know what those are, they think they can tell you how disabled you are, and what you can and cant do. thinking they know you better than you know yourself, and thinking they know your illness better than you do.
they think theyre so educated, that is, until you call them out on not actually being educated, until you tell them “stop that, youre being ignorant, you cant know this, so why act like you do?”
then they get all upset over it, and the usual thing i hear is “well you cant blame me for being ignorant on something i dont go through”
which is true, you cant help being ignorant on something you dont, have never and will never have to go through.
but for real, if youre ignorant on something and KNOW youre ignorant on it, why in the world are you talking about it as if you arent?
Apparently this is a hard concept to grasp. Yes, the song is Steve’s. Yes his team should be doing most of the work. But Louis is the leading vocalist. Louis and Steve both talked about how the lyrics to JHO were prioritized (whereas in most EDM songs, they are not). I’m not saying Louis’s team has to be as extra or vigilant as Steve’s, but Louis’s team is doing /nothing/. If you can’t understand why that’s an unfathomable and cringey concept, then I don’t know how to help you, but stop acting like everyone is ridiculous and overreacting for being annoyed, when you clearly have no idea what this kind of deal is should look like.
Request: Could you
write one with dean x reader and he gets the reader pregnant but she’s not
quite 18 yet?
Word Count: 1,504
I suppose teenage
pregnancy is a warning? If it’s going to bother you, maybe steer clear. Much
You were just a week past your tenth birthday when you killed
your first vampire. You’ll never forget the moment as long as you live – you weren’t
supposed to follow your parents into the woods, nor were you supposed to have a
weapon on you. But curiosity got the best of you, and you ended up traipsing
through the undergrowth with all the stealth of an elephant.
It popped out on you – before you even had time to scream,
you’d been tackled to the ground, and yet you still managed to keep hold of
your knife. It was the only thing you knew – like an iron grip on its handle
could keep you tethered to the Earth, protected from the razor-like fangs
scraping at your throat. Your blood was nothing but adrenaline, and your
thoughts were more like impulses – next thing you knew, the vampire was slumped
on top of you and your father was dragging you to your feet, yelling but
grinning with pride.
It’s not the moment that has imprinted on your memory so
much as the fear – since that day, you vowed never to be so afraid again. Not
when your parents died, not when you
just barely slipped beyond the threshold of life and death, not even when Lucifer
himself was stood over you. Nothing has managed to surpass that moment – until now.
“Y/N? Everything alright in there?” Dean’s voice comes from
outside the pokey little bathroom, of which you’re perched on the edge of the
bath that’s more like an enlarged sink.
“Fine! Just washing my face, give me a minute.” You reply,
trying to keep the tremor out of your voice as you force yourself to stand on
shaking legs, and shove the tiny white stick into your pocket, well-hidden from
the eyes of either bother, however observant.
Dean seems to be appeased by that, much to your relief, and
after a moment you hear his footsteps creaking back across the rickety floorboards.
You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and cling to the sink
for balance, as you look at your grey-tinted face in the mirror, red-rimmed
eyes laden with dark circles. You known something
was up, and this was a last-ditch attempt to avoid calling for an angel.
Pregnant. It hadn’t
been planned – that’s for sure. You and Dean… not a mistake. That’s not what it
was, what it is. But he’s older, and you’re not even eighteen yet – despite
having the maturity of an adult, thanks to the life you had growing up – and you
just know that he’s going to completely freak
when he finds out. If. When.
For the first time in a long time, you’re genuinely fearful
of what the future holds.
It’s quiet in the motel room, the silence broken only by the
breathing of the two brothers, slept in the beds beside you – you’d crept out
of Dean’s hold just a few minutes ago, a short enough amount of time that the air
is still chilled on your skin, despite the hoodie you’ve huddled yourself into.
This is the easiest, and the most painless – what Dean doesn’t
know isn’t going to hurt him. What the rest of the world doesn’t know won’t
hurt him. You’ve survived on your own before, and you can do it again, as much
as the thought tears your heart in two.
You carefully tuck your jeans into the bag, your hand
ghosting over the lump of plastic in the pocket: the one that sealed your fate;
that made this decision for you. After a moment of hesitation, you zip the bag
up, and pull it onto your shoulder – only for Dean to shift and groan, prising
one eye open and looking up at you in the darkness.
“Y/N?” He rasps, frowning – his eyes catch the reflection of
the sodium orange glow outside and meet yours. You flinch, unable to hold his
“Go back to sleep, Dean. Nothing to worry about.” You try to
reassure him – if you can get him to go back to sleep before he wakes fully and
realises what’s going on, you still stand a chance of getting out of here
without any problems.
He obviously thinks about it, then sits up a little more, “Is
that your bag?”
“I was just-“
“Y/N, are you leaving?”
He hisses, sparing a glance to his brother, who sleeps as soundly as ever, “What’s
“Nothing!” You hiss, “Sleep, Dean, really.”
“You can’t lie to a liar, Y/N.” He’s up and out of the bed
before you can think twice, looking you over – from your hoodie to your shoes,
to the absence of everything you own from where it had been discarded around
the room, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” You try being authoritative, but he isn’t buying
it, “I just needed some air.”
“With all your stuff?”
“Yes.” You don’t see any other way out of this, and he
narrows his eyes at you.
“Alright then, we’ll go together.” He says, reaching out and
taking your hand in his. After a few moments, you have to concede and admit
defeat, giving a small nod and following him into the cold night air. It raises
goosebumps on your skin, but you don’t let it show, remaining by Dean’s side
for a few moments.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks softly after a few moments,
watching you closely, “You’ve barely spoken to me or Sam in a couple of days, you wouldn’t go out with us last night,
and you’re acting like hunting is the last thing in the world you want to do.”
“Is it some kind of… identity crisis? You don’t want to hunt
anymore? You’re young, Y/N, you can get out, there’s still time.” Immediately,
he begins mentally running through possibilities, ways to keep you safe once
you’re gone, “You know we’re with you, whatever you-“
“It’s not that.” You interrupt, rubbing your hands over your
face impatiently, “It’s going to be you wanting rid of me soon, anyway. Stop
acting like the saint in all of this.”
“You know I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You can
tell he’s starting to get frustrated and anxious – you don’t blame him. You
just wish you’d been able to get away before he’d managed to question it.
“You don’t need an idea. You just need to let me go.” You inform
him, forcing yourself to turn and meet his eyes, “I’m fine, Dean. I will be.
You just need to let me leave.”
“Not until I know what’s going on with you.”
“It’s none of your business.” Yes it is, yes it is, yes it
“I don’t care.” He reaches out, taking your hand in both of
his, “Listen to me, Y/N. These last few months… they’ve been great. You’re
great. And I know it’s less than conventional, but what is?”
“Why?! You’re acting like something horrible is about to
happen!” He insists, squeezing your hand, “Y/N, please, I’m begging you here.
Stop freaking me out – whatever is it, we’ll muddle through together, just like
“I’m pregnant.” No point sugarcoating it – might as well let
him push you away and be done with it now. He pauses, frozen by your confession
for a few moments.
“I’m not.” You deadpan, pulling your hand away from his and
folding your arms over your chest, “See? I told you, you wouldn’t like it.”
“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, “Y/N… you… you didn’t
tell me. This is my business, for
crying out loud. I’ve ruined your life.”
“Here you go again! Ever the martyr! It’s nothing to do with
you if I say it is.” You snap, “Look, you haven’t ruined anything that wasn’t
“Don’t talk like that.”
“Why? You did.” You step back from him, “Look, Dean, if you
have an issue, I’ll go. I’ll stay with Bobby until I can figure out something safe,
and then… I don’t know. But I’ll figure it out.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
He growls, stepping closer, “You’re my problem, Y/N. You’re my business. I want
you to be my business.” He reaches out, offering his hands to you, “Listen.
Really listen. I get that this isn’t… normal. By any standard. And if you want to go, I’m not going to stop you.”
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave you, or Sam.” You confess, the fear returning in a
great wave, “I’m scared, Dean. It’s new and scary and big and I don’t want to do it on my own.”
“You don’t have to. You never have to.” He promises,
watching as you place your hands in his so be can pull you closer and press an
affectionate kiss to your brow, “We’ve been in this together. Right from day
one, and until you say otherwise, alright? As much as it terrifies me, I love you, and this baby… it’s just
another hurdle. A hurdle we can pass, because we’re together.”
I DELETED THE ANONYMOUS PERSONA QUESTION ON ACCIDENT I HATE MY LI- okay. Ima just paste what I have.
(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.
So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)
(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)
While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.
Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.
You knew nothing.
You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.
Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.
This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”
“I CANT DO THIS SHIT.”
He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?
“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”
“YOU CANT EVEN KEEP UP WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HOMEWORK, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.”
This..ohh, this was harsh.
You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.
He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.
Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??
“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”
You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.
He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.
He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.
Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.
Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.
He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.
He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.
This is when you’d make your move.
You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.
But he actually pretends to get all mad?
“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”
You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???
You’d raise your voice.
“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”
At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.
He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.
But when you start crying?
His heart breaks.
He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.
He goes up, giving you a big hug.
“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”
“..I love you, too, Seven.”
The two of you were going on a date tonight.
Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?
“(Y/N)! YOU’VE BEEN UP THERE FOR AN HOUR. ARE YOU COMING?”
He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.
You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.
“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”
“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”
He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’
“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”
“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”
At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.
To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?
“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”
Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.
And it worked.
You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.
You say your apologies, and go on your date~
She never came home.
After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??
You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.
So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.
SHE IS SO TIRED, YOU CAN JUST SEE IT ALL OVER HER FACE?
“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”
“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”
MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)
“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”
“I said leave me alone.”
You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.
She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”
“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”
You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.
“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”
“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”
“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”
“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”
You would feel your blood boil at this.
“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”
“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”
“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”
This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”
AND YOU JUST?
You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.
Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.
He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.
“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”
He needed the eye surgery.
No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.
You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.
So, you go back to base one.
“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”
You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?
“You still love Rika..don’t you?”
HE WOULD TENSE TF UP.
“You love rika. Don’t you?”
“No. Answer me.”
He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??
He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.
“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”
You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.
You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.
You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.
Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.
“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”
At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~
“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”
“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”
“Saeran. That was a girl.”
“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”
The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.