these people try to fade me

probably one of the most difficult transitions im dealing with now that im not as heartbroken about josh is just being so utterly alone. like i try to spend time with my friends as often as possible and pour everything i have into them cause they are he best people and i love them all so much but its like. they all have other people in their lives that are more important than me. which i mean they should and im happy for them if theyve got significant others or someone theyre closer with but i just. feel so utterly alone. im nobody’s first priority. nobody sets up plans with me first. nobody is genuinely interested in the mundane things ive been doing throughout the day. and keeping to myself like this is fine for a while but then i just feel forgotten and expendable. everyone has got other places they wanna be. and im just here

K so I’m not done.

This is the year 2017 and I’m still having to yell about how ridiculous Maya extinction myths are and tell people we are ‘Maya’ not ‘Mayan’. I’m not saying shame shame if anyone reads this and didn’t know. I’m so angry concerning how slowly these issues are being picked up by educational institutions, at how often I have to bring these things up to higher education professors.

We are a massive massive group of peoples. One of the largest Indigenous groups in the Americas. Wikipedia cites 7 million or so of us total but honestly that’s way off because that’s about how many Maya folks there are in Guatemala alone.

We’re not dead. The Maya did not ‘mysteriously disappear’. We did not ‘fall’. We did not fade into obscurity. We’ve led revolts and rebellions against colonial powers for hundreds of years. We’ve had a big hand in shaping legislative definitions and protections for Indigenous Peoples in Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, and El Salvador.

We haven’t lost our cultures. We’re constantly threatened and experience a lot of violence and have our resources stolen but we are still very much alive and our cultures have persisted.

And don’t even try me with the whole “Oh well we mean your CIVILIZATION disappeared, not you.” The structure of our societies and layout of our network changed and decentralized in many areas. That didn’t make us turn invisible. That didn’t make us not still be large in numbers with a relationship with our lands and lose influence in the areas we live. We still held power in large cities way after what people like to cite as “the fall of the Maya Civilization” (around 600-900 A.D. when we still had cities that we held power of until nearly 1700 when the last was “conquered” by Spain.)

Which brings me to the next issue. Being “conquered” or having a colonial government installed does not erase Indigenous societies or civilizations. That’s an extremely eurocentric way of thinking. We didn’t suddenly turn into Spaniards. We still had massive amounts of towns and villages with leaders. We still had our cultures, our trade, our networks, our influence, while Spain focused on putting up flags in our cities.

So yeah. All your history books have you all convinced that an extremely large group of people, with a greater population than more than half of the countries in Europe, all died out 1100 years ago.

Now try to imagine what kind of shit Indigenous Peoples with much less numbers and much lower access to resources go through.

Sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows.” he started. “Sometimes the moon doesn’t appear, sometimes there’s no single star to see. Sometimes the sun shines so bright, sometimes the sky is so blue. Sometimes there’s the moon, surrounded by stars twinkling that it makes the night sky wonderful.” he looked up knowing that she’s curiously staring at him. Thinking what he was trying to say. “But I just thought that maybe feelings don’t completely fade away, we just realized that there were so many shades of it. That sometimes we feel different things with different people.” he finally turned at her with his eyes. Showing her his genuine understanding. Then he uttered, “And I just found out that there’s something deeper. There’s something more to what you made me feel.
—  ma.c.a // Shades of Us

Y'all love to make Max and David angst but I raise you this:
Minor Character angst.

Give me Harrison trying so hard to live up to his brother’s talents and his parents’ expectations (really Harrison, be more like your brother) that when he does the Great Vanishing Act and his brother disappears, for a split second he’s relieved.
Give me Harrison trying day and night to bring his brother back while listening to his parents’ crying outside his locked door– a door not locked by his choice. Give me Harrison still trying, through all this, to impress his parents with magic tricks during dinner (small things– a rabbit from a hat, a random card picked) but only succeeding at being sent to a cheap summer camp where people doubt his magic even being real.

Give me Preston having to deal with the after-effects of being with Nurf, wearing sunglasses until he’s completely sure the bruise has faded and after insisting it was a fashion choice and nothing else.
Give me Preston still being loud and self-absorbed, but flinching every time someone moves a little too fast, raising his hand to his face instinctively when someone raises their voice.
Give me Preston who knows deep down Nurf was in the wrong, but still can’t find it in him to not blame himself.

Then give me Nurf’s side of the story.

Give me Nerris doubting her powers because really, if she was that great wouldn’t she be able to do some of the cool stuff Harrison can do? 
Give me Nerris taunting Harrison more and more to make her feel better about herself until he yells at her that he wishes he knew her from before– so he could make her vanish instead of his brother. 
Give me Nerris locking herself in her tower, her only real friends being stuffed animals, and wonder where she went wrong.

Give me Space Kid not realising he’s the brunt of everyone’s jokes and continuing to go along his merry way until it finally clicks.
Give me Space Kid slowly growing annoyed that no one seems to remember he has a name–it’s not Space Kid, it’s Neil, and how come Other Neil gets to have his name?
Give me Space Kid taking off his helmet one day when he’s older and when being asked about it saying he grew out of space and that he doesn’t want that to be the feature people remember him by, even while knowing that ‘stupid Space Kid’ is his legacy now.


Honestly, I guess what I’m getting at with this is: Please rip my heart out in more than two ways. I’m r e a d y.

“I have pulled dead, mangled bodies from cars. I have lied to people as they were dying. I said you are going to be fine as I held their hand and watched the life fade out. I have held dying babies. Bought lunch for people who were mentally ill and haven’t eaten in a while. I have had people try to stab me. Fought with men trying to shoot me. Ben attacked by women who have had the shit kicked out of them by their husband as I was arresting him. I have held towels on bullet wounds. Done CPR when I knew it wouldn’t help just to make family members feel better. I have torn down doors, fought in drug houses. Chased fugitives though the woods. I have been in high speed car chases. Foot chases across an interstate during rush hour traffic. I have been in crashes. Been squeezing the trigger about to kill a man when they came to their senses and stopped. Waded through large angry crowds by myself. Drove like a mad man to help a fellow officer. Let little kids who don’t have much sit in my patrol car and pretend they are a cop for their birthday. I have taken a lot of people to jail. Given many breaks. Prayed for people I don’t even know. Yes and at times I have been violent when I had to be. I have been kind when I could. I admit I have drove to some dark place and cried by myself when I was overwhelmed. I have missed Christmas and other holidays more than I wanted too. Every cop I know has done all these things and more for lousy pay, suckie hours and a short life expectancy. We don’t want your pity, I don’t care for your respect. Just let us do our jobs without killing us.”

People Solas should fear more than the Inquisitor: 

  • 1. Hawke’s love interest if Hawke was left in the Fade. 
  • 2. The Warden Commander if Alistair was left in the Fade. 

-Like dude steps out of a mirror trying to recruit Merrill to his cause to “bring back what was ours” and Merrill just turns to him and says “you took Hawke from me” before slicing her palm and oh shit, girl’s blood magic game is strong.

-Anders shows up in the Fade, more Justice than man, his voice as loud as thunder when he says “you have taken the one mortal who mattered most. For that you shall perish”

-Fenris, leaving a slave rebellion, is greeted by Solas asking for his help to “bring the elves to freedom” and then Solas finds a hand through his chest, green eyes full of rage, and a voice that says “you”  

-Solas’ agents are found slaughtered one after the other with a gold coin on each of their corpses. A warning. The pirate queen is coming for you. 

-The Warden is ripping their way through each of Solas’ outposts, and while Solas thought he could fear no mortal, he starts to when they keep getting closer and closer. 

‘have not, hear not, see not’ - a perception spell

perfect for anyone with someone that has left their life and moved on. sometimes it’s not even that you want them back, you just want to stop being irritated by observing them and their new partners, friends, etc. (insp. stardust)

light three candles of any color (i used black cause i associate it with cleansing and purifying) 

say: look upon them though i may

        my feelings intact will stay 

visualize the people in question then try to fade the image out of your mind

say: even if they stand before me

        i shall not see their love

blow out the first candle 

       feel it 

blow out the second candle

       or hear it

blow out the third candle 

as i say these words so mote them be

i am free

my heart is my own 

(i hope this works for anyone who tries :) magic always has room for personalization add and take away whatever you see fit. )

I made a home out of you
You felt very welcoming at first
Kept me warm and content
I didn’t know sadness with you

I made a home out of you
And I think I’ve overstayed
the warmth suddenly was
starting to fade away
and you started to make blue

I stopped making a home out of you
It wasn’t the same
you were yours
and I’m starting to realize that people don’t exist
to keep me from feeling alone.
So I guess I’ll try and be my own home.

—  cosmic-bliss 
Only the Best Solas Quotes

There are sooo many. Here are some of my faves. Some are deep as hell, some are pure salt & sass, some are as smooth as his shiny bald head.

  • No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying. 
  • I enjoy the frilly cakes!
  • We were all young once. Makes me giggle every time.
  • I am grim and fatalistic. Getting you into bed is merely an enjoyable side benefit.
  • I lay in dark and dreaming sleep while countless wars and ages passed. I woke still weak a year before I joined you.
  • The Inquisitor turns her hawk-like gaze to me, penetrating deep into my most secret desires. Only… Not. I care deeply for many things beyond the Fade. Just not you.
  • The healer has the bloodiest hands.
  • It’s comforting that whatever qualities I lack, you’ll invent for me, Varric.
  • I volunteered to help, Inquisitor. Rattle the bars if you like, but I chose to enter this cage. 
  • Ah - because I am an apostate. I might flee before the Inquisition throws me in chains?
  • Ass.
  • We must mark the occasion of the Dalish remembering something correctly. Perhaps we should plant a tree.
  • Or pomposity…
  • Most people do [forget Fen’Harel]
  • I will try, in my own fumbling way, to try and learn from how you helped to seal the rift at Haven. Ah, wait. My memory misleads me. You were not there.
  • How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with fewer ripples.
  • Please speak up - I cannot hear you over your outfit.
  • Provided it tied you down first, one assumes.
  • And of course: ALL OF THE ENJOYABLE SIDE BENEFITS FLIRTS.

If I missed any good ones, add your own!

Forget me. Forget the colour of my eyes and the feel of my skin. The way my hair looks in the sunlight. The way I cough and choke a bit when I laugh, like a smoker who has had one too many cigarettes. Forget the sound of my voice. Forget how shy I get when meeting new people, and my reluctance for trying new things, in fear that I will make a fool of myself. Please just forget me. Let the memories of me fade out like a dated photograph. Let my image crumble and deteriorate into nothing. Please just forget me, for it will make this easier on me.
Jeff Atkins x Reader | Friendzone - (Part 1)

A/N: I thought I would post this first because I planned the plot in like 5 mins and currently having writers block for the 2 requested ones but I hope they will be up by next week. Enjoy, like and follow. Requests are not open until further notice. Much love. Send me feedback on what you think so far. Part 2 ? .xx

(Part 2) | (Part 3)

Originally posted by knightlley

Life is great when you know you have at least one loyal best friend. It’s better than having 10 okay friends. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to have entered my life and that was my best friend, Jeff Atkins.

We in actual fact met because of our parents since we’re both neighbours and was new to the neighbourhood at the time, Jeff’s parents had invited us over to his house for dinner. I was shy to speak to someone who was as handsome as Jeff, I wasn’t one to speak to boys in a hurry and where I came from was an all girls school. Knowing that I’m going to the same school as him also had given me the chills, who knows what’s in stored for me. Though that night Jeff had gotten me to show my bubbly and loud side - we had a lot in common.

Jeff introduced me to his friends which I was glad they were all easy to make conversations with but I didn’t believe they were being genuine about who they say they were.

Through time, I started to have feelings for Jeff as more than a friend. This really did scare me because I didn’t want to lose the friendship we had. Worst case scenario is me telling him that I love him and have been in love with him since the start, all he would say is nothing and probably laugh at me like everyone else.

I thought to myself that I should set my feelings for him aside and just worry about our friendship. Problem is that he has a girlfriend named Jazmin for a while now. He seems to be head over heels for her and well I can’t change that. She was the new girl at our school, Jeff couldn’t stop talking about her and since Clay was her buddy, it was a bonus for Jeff so he had an excuse to talk to her. They’ve been dating for a good 6 months.

Later today our whole school was invited to Jess’ house party. As much as I didn’t want to go Jeff insisted that I come with and of course Jazmin was going to tag along. No hate to her, she’s really sweet and pretty - everything that I’m not - we both had become acquaintances.

It was currently 3pm and the party was at 6pm. I was busy studying and decided on getting ready at 5 since Jess’ house is literally 5 minutes away from mine. As I was just about to get back to studying my notifications went off, it was a message from Hannah asking if I was going. I replied back saying yes and hoped to see her there. I left my phone aside and was finishing off my summaries. My phone was ringing this time, I groaned in annoyance, we’re all going to see each other later today anyway so I don’t see what’s the need for the messages and phone calls.

It was a call from Jeff. “Hello” I answered plainly. “Sup bestie” Jeff enthused. “Busy studying well was until you interrupted me. How about you ?” I asked. “Oh my bad Miss. Y/L/N looks like the next time I shouldn’t bother to phone you at all” he said sarcastically. “That’s fine by me” I giggled. “Anyways I just wanted to know if you need a ride ? I’m just on my way to fetch Jazmin and thought I can pop by to pick you up” he said. “Nah it’s okay, thanks for the offer, though I’ll walk” I said. “Are you kidding me ? Do you know how dangerous it is for you to walk alone at night ? I’m coming to pick you up. No buts. See you in a bit” he said lastly and ended this call. Gosh this boy.

I left my work as it was on my study table and started looking through my closet for an outfit. I finally picked out a cropped black lace off the shoulder top with denim short shorts paired with adidas original superstars. I left my hair as its natural wavy state with subtle make up on. I sprayed on some perfume, grabbed my phone and decided to sit on my front porch whilst I waited. 2 minutes later Jeff parks in front, I jumped in the back “Hey” I smiled. “Heya” they replied back. “I love your outfit” she said as she looked at me through the rear mirror. “Aww thanks, I love yours too” I said and turned to look at her in the passenger seat. I felt Jeff look at me through the rear mirror but he didn’t say anything.

We got to the party and as soon as we got there we 3 had dispersed. Well, I was on my own and I’m sure they’re somewhere here together. I walked into Jess’ house and taking in my surroundings, as close as Jess and I may stay we aren’t the bestest of friends though we’re good enough acquaintances.

I spotted Clay and Hannah talking by the couch. “Aww well if it ain’t my favourite people” I cooed. They’re so cute honestly get married already. “Oh hey Y/N it’s good to see you here other than worrying about your books” Clay said and pulled me in for a hug. “Look who’s talking, this isn’t my first party Jensen. I’m the one shocked to see you here that goes for you too Han” I said. “I thought I should try something different” Clay said. “Same here” Hannah added. “I can tell you both did, loving the hair by the way Hannah" I said lastly and faded off into the kitchen.

All I need right now was a drink though I’m not talking about alcohol. Alcohol is not always the option when you’re sad. I poured myself a cup of Coca Cola and walked back to where Clay, and Hannah was. “You guys want a drink ?” I asked. “Nah we’re good” Hannah smiled and shook the cup in her hand. I thought I might as well sit next to them on the couch but then Jess and Justin beat me to it. They were both clearly pissed drunk but it was more evident on Jess. “Hey Y/N” she waved. “Hii” I waved back at them. She then moved her attention to the suck and blow game happening in front of them. “Hey ! We want to play too” Jess whined. I took a quick look at all the participants and surprise surprise, Jeff and Jazmin were playing too. Can I even stand to watch this ?

The card started from Zach to Sheri, to Monty to another blonde, to Jeff. I don’t even know his this boy couldn’t hold onto that card for a few seconds longer. It fell from his lips and he was quick to connect his with Jazmin. “Excuse me” I told Clay and Hannah. They know. I walked out to the front yard and sat on the staircase, I tried not to cry from the pain but I was weak. A tear dropped onto my thigh, I quickly wiped away my tears in hopes that no one sees me crying - I don’t want to cause a scene - their was a hand placed on my shoulder. I looked back to the person and it was Zach. “Hey are you okay ?”

Imagine Steve catching you sneaking off

Requested by @netflixa with the prompts: “Can I ask you why you wanna push your luck? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing,” &  “Not that my choices are any of your business, but I’ve turned over a new leaf.” Tags under the cut. 

“Can I ask you why you wanna push your luck? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing,” the familiar voice coming from behind you hit a nerve and you sighed to calm yourself down.

Spinning around, you holster your katana and smiled at Captain America himself, “Not that my choices are any of your business, but I’ve turned over a new leaf.”

“A new leaf, huh?” Steve smirked skeptically and strolled right up to you. “Is that why you’re leaving in the middle of the night?”

“You caught me,” you retorted with false innocence.

Steve’s smile faded and actual concern fell upon his face, “Come on, Y/N. What are you doing?”

Pulling down your black hood, you shrugged. “I’m trying to make things right, I’m going to help my friend.”

“We’re your friends,” his hand reached over and landed on your shoulder; the warmth killed you.

“You of all people should understand the position I am in,” you scoffed and looked down at your watch. He was expecting you soon. “I have to go, he needs my help.”

“Murdock is a big boy, we have bigger things to fight,” his own words made him wince, because Steve knew what you were feeling.

“You sound like Tony,” you remarked with a tiny bit of disgust. “I fucked up and ran from my problems, leaving Matt to deal with the aftermath. I left Hell’s Kitchen and became an Avenger.”

Steve removed his hand and looked toward the door, “You’re going to get hurt.”

“I always do,” you chuckled. “Jesus, Steve. We’re all fighting the same battle here, you do see that right?”

“Yeah,” Steve’s voice was filled with remorse. “I get it, do what you have to.”

“But?” You asked with suspicion.

Steve stepped toward you, lifting his palm to your face. His blue eyes soften and a small sad smile appeared on his face. “Come back to me, in one piece.”

You grinned and clutched the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your lips. He kissed you gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. You groaned into his mouth and tugged at his blond locks.

“I have to go,” you whispered in between kisses, slowly breaking your lips from his.

“Yeah,” he managed a tight smile and cleared his throat. “Don’t get yourself killed.”

“Well, I have something to come back to now,” you patted Steve’s chest and winked at him.

He watched you walk toward the door and he couldn’t do it. There was no way he was going to let you walk out of that door alone, so he called out your name. When you turned to see what he wanted, he was already in front of you. “Give me a minute, let me go suit up.”

Laughing, you followed him out the door. “Oh, Matt’s gonna love this.”

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He loves to talk, but not all the time. He tells me that talking doesn’t mean anything unless it’s worth ruining perfect silence. Most people, he says, waste their breath on everything that means nothing. But he likes when I talk. About the people in the coffee shop, and old cities I wish I’d been to, and which constellations I like best. About anything, really. We talk until the sun rises, and then we sleep all day. And we sing loudly when our favorite songs come on the radio, and we let our hands drift out the window like soaring birds, and we live. God, we live. Like addicts, and nomads, and kids with wicked minds and screaming hearts. Half the time we don’t know what day it is, but we don’t care. Because his bed feels the same on Monday and Thursday and Saturday, too. And we eat when our stomachs grow too loud, and we press close when we can’t pay the electricity bill, and we learn that sometimes what is perfect and what is enough live oceans away from each other.
     But when enough becomes too little and we don’t even have our two pennies to rub together, he performs on the street with an upturned top hat at his feet. Old, bluesy songs about wild girls and townie boys. And even though his voice is only ok, with cracks in all the important parts, people see his long hair and his big smile, and they stop to watch with enormous eyes. Look, they point: a boy who never learned how to worry playing at maturity, his face bent over a guitar, long fingers threading the strings. They stand on the streets, a cigarette break from their white collar routine, and see in him some other life. Some different path. They see themselves, a little happier, a little louder, a little more carefree. The kind ones wish him well as dollar bills float from their hands. Fives and tens and twenties from those who would do everything differently if they had another shot. One man with a fading ring tan above his left knuckle gives him a crisp hundred dollar bill, his face lost in thoughts of what might have been. Transparent. He’s like that with people: prying them open without even trying. He sees through them, and you, and even me. Especially me. 
      We lay in bed that night surrounded by paper that will only pay a fraction of our bills, but we laugh like we’ve won the goddamn lottery. Laugh so hard we can barely breath. I laugh until I cry, and he holds me in his hands and tells me that when he has the money, he’ll buy me a ring and make this whole shindig official. My voice raw with tears, I tell him he better.
     And he has the warmest hands with callouses on all the fingertips, which I don’t think anyone else knows. Not like I know. Not like they feel them against their palm and cheek and thigh in the middle of the night. I like that I hold a million tiny fragments of him that no one else has even touched. Like he calls his sister twice a week to make sure she’s not using again, and he only watches scary movies because they make my blood flow faster, and he’s an all consuming, thousand-watt, stars in his eyes kind of person. The kind people want to be around without ever knowing why. The kind who tells you he loves you and really means it.
     He only says it sometimes. When it’s just us two and the perfect silence is worth being broken. And I trace road maps across the skin of his back, and I wonder. I wonder what I did to deserve all this. The affection, and the easy smiles, and the list of kid names we like tucked away in his desk drawer. Shuffled between coins and nicotine gum. And then his breath is heavy in my hair. I never fall asleep before him because I don’t know how to stop thinking. I wonder and I wonder and I wonder how I ever thought I’d be better off on my own. And he pulls me closer. Whispers my name like a promise. All the world stands still for just this moment. And I wonder how a person- one single, broken person- can come along and make so much sense.
—  I hope you find this kind of love, and I hope you never let it go.

i know on tumblr we talk a lot about people with delusions who are aware they are delusions, but it’s true that the majority of times when people have delusions, they do not know they’re delusions, and nothing will convince them otherwise.

These people are always mocked and made to be the butt of jokes, and it’s not okay.

Guess what, delusions aren’t rational! Some seem silly to outsiders but to us they are real. For example, I once had a consistent delusion that that if I messaged someone when I was on the toilet, they would know what I was doing and could see me. To other people that may sound funny, but to me it was awful. Every time I went to the loo i’d be paranoid that people could see me, were watching me. I was COMPLETELY convinced this was true, and even could “tell” who was watching me. With time this has faded and I can address it was a delusion, but at that time nothing would convince me otherwise. I could FEEL people watching me, real or not.

And yes, this DOUBLE applies to people with delusions about conspiracy theories. It doesn’t matter how silly you think these theories are, we can become fully convinced by them.

By mocking us, you make us scared to tell people. You make us embarrassed. You make us less likely to reach out and get help. Support us. Listen to us. If we’re up to it, try and give rational points against our delusions. But don’t mock us.

Freshman Mistakes!

These are mistakes that people make all throughout high school, not just freshman! But to keep the title concise I just called it that  Also, long post coming up! 

In Class

  1. Not asking questions in class. At lot of students are shy and embarrassed about asking questions in class, But, there are always people who have the same question as you and it isn’t worth not knowing stuff on the test than feeling awkward for two seconds. Also, I’ve had teachers majorly bump up my marks because they say me asking for extra help and putting in effort.
  2. Not doing homework when it gets assigned. I will admit, sometimes there are times when you are 100% confident you already know how to do what was taught in class. But, mostly, doing a bit of extra practice can help you a lot even if it seems like a waste of time. When you are in upper grades and harder classes, doing homework every night is not optional, so get into the habit now. 
  3. Not taking notes in class. This can be hard when your teacher gives you handouts or just has you copy from a powerpoint. But what you should work on doing is listening to the teacher and write down extra information on your page from what they say, not just the bare minimum from the PPT. This is such a useful skill in upper years… I have some classes where the teacher just stands at the front of the room and talks and you have to create your own notes. 
  4. Not reading rubrics/instructions. I have so many examples of getting marks taken off even though my project was good, just because I didn’t read the instructions. Make sure you go through the rubric and/or the assignment sheets and check off that you have all of the components.
  5. Trying too hard to impress teachers. The best way to impress a teacher is to come get extra help, raise your hand in class, do all of the assignments as best you can and ask when you don’t understand something. Basically, show that you care about their class and are willing to work hard. Don’t bother sucking up to them about things outside of class or trying to prove yourself by writing an essay twice as long as recommended. Just try hard and your work will speak for itself. 

At School

  1. Not joining any activities at school. Activities boost up your resume, are a great way to meet new friends, and can be a really good way to stay involved throughout high school, because you can stay in the same club for all four years if you want. Pick one or two activities that really interest you and try them out!
  2. Joining too many activities at school. I know, I just said to join something at school… but the key words are one to two! I have been the leader of many clubs and groups inside and outside of school and there is nothing more frustrating than having people say they are interested and then backing out. Don’t sign up for everything you think sounds cool and then leave the cub a few weeks later. Find a few things you are actually passionate about and do those instead of doing 10 different things! 
  3. Not using class time/spares to your advantage. If you have work periods in class or you have a study hall or spare during school hours, use it! Its way better than having to work on something after school, especially if its a partner project. Way easier to organize when you guys are both at school.
  4. Worrying about who you sit with at lunch. I promise, no one will notice if you sit alone in the cafeteria for a few days. If you feel self conscious, just take out a notebook and people will assume you’re studying and want to be alone. 
  5. Not taking gym! I don’t know if this is the same way at every school, but usually you need at least one gym credit to graduate. Take it in grade 9!! It is easy, fun, and literally everyone takes it , so you aren’t going to be the worst at sports. I waited and ended up being forced to take online health just to be able to graduate.  

Socially

  1. Worrying about boys and crushes. Having a crush on someone seems like the be all end all of your existence when you’re 14, but its almost always useless. If you like someone and they like you too, that’s great and you should pursue it if you want. But if you like someone and they don’t notice you, try as hard as you can to move on. It is not a useful way to spend time and focus! 
  2. Hanging out with people who don’t like you. I did this so much in earlier grades! I tried so hard to force my way into groups that didn’t like me and didn’t want to hang out with me. Let go of the people who don’t accept you and try to find friends who actually love spending time with you. You are amazing and don’t deserve to have to fight for someone’s attention. 
  3. Trying too hard to hang onto friends from elementary school. This isn’t to say that you can’t keep being friends with someone if you go to different schools. But sometimes, a friendship just fades when you guys go off to different places. For me, I had friends that all went to private school together and I spent so much time worrying about being friends with them even though we only hung out like every 6 weeks. Let friends go if you grow apart. It’s only natural. 
  4. Not thinking about the consequences of your actions when partying. If you go out and get super, fall down on your face wasted, you might a) get in trouble from your parents, b) embarrass yourself in front of people or c) just feel like absolute shit the next morning. If you want to try drugs remember that you might a) get caught and get in legal trouble or b) have a really bad experience. I’m not saying to absolutely never go out and party, but think about what might happen and decide from there. 

Hopefully this post is helpful to freshman and others! Feel free to reblog and add your own advice. :) 

Back in like 6th grade, I had this dream that I was being chased/hunted by these two people who were trying to kill me, and when they caught me, everything faded to black and I “woke up”, but I was actually still dreaming. I’d go downstairs and see my mom reading a newspaper with the two people from my dream on the front page of it and I was like, “what the frick, is that real??” and then the people would try to kill me again and this went on for at least 5 times, each time ending differently. I’m 19 now and it still kinda freaks me out

Mixtapes Of Love

Summary: Richie makes mixtapes for the reader hoping they might understand what he’s trying to say so he doesn’t have to confess.

Pairing: Richie x Reader

Warnings: One light swear word??

A/N: My Richie ones seem to be scooping up the most notes and I find him easiest to write for (I will try others is people want and other fandoms) but I can’t believe Jump! nearly has 90 notes! Thank you! (GIF not mine - credit to owner)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

“… Whatever words I say, I will always love you, I will always love you,”

The last notes of The Cure’s Lovesong faded out and Richie reached up from the floor to click pause on the music player. “So what do you think so far?”

Y/N rolled over to the side of her bed to look at Richie. “I like it. I like everything you give me.”

“That’s what she said.” He cackled as she threw a pillow at him, fumbling a bit before he caught it and pressed it against his chest. He un-paused the music and Guns N’ Roses’ Sweet Child O’ Mine began to play, the electric chords filling up the room.

“She’s got a smile it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories…”

“I added some new stuff I thought you might like, some stuff I like, and some stuff you like.” Richie made a face. “All that pop crap on the radio which for some reason you can listen to without it making your ears bleed out.”

Another pillow flew.

“Sue me if I like New Kids On The Block.”

“I’m kidding!” He grinned, tossing a pillow back to her. She flopped down onto her back on the bed and he did the same but on the floor, both of them staring at the ceiling as the music played. Richie gazed around the room before finding a stack of other similar tapes nearby on a shelf. He smiled.


“Hey! Richie! Wait up!” 

Richie turned at the sound of his name, to face a slightly breathless Y/N. She handed him a small object. 

“Here.”

It was a cassette tape. 

“I thought I’d repay you with all the ones you’ve given me. I did not know how much work went into it, so I just want to thank you for doing that for me. I love them all.”

“Oh, n-no problem. It doesn’t feel like work when it’s for you.” Words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. She smiled.

“Well… I have to go. Bye.”

“See ya.” As she walked away, he traced her handwriting on the label. To: Richie Tozier, From: Y/N L/N <3 


Dumping his backpack on his bed, he made his way over to the small desk in his room where he inserted the tape into the slot of his music player and pressed play. When the music started, he couldn’t help but smile.

“… First time was a great time, second time was a blast, third time I fell in love, now I hope it lasts…”

kevin day: quotes to prove why i love him/will protect him (faves/most heartbreaking for me are bold)
  • “I’m not good enough to play on the same court as a champion.” “True, but irrelevant.”
  • “Where the court is, Kevin is. He can’t exist without it.”
  • “You.” Neil said at last. Kevin pulled at his racquet again, and this time Neil let go. “Tell me I can have your game.”
  • Kevin was more demanding of himself than he was of anyone around him. He set his standards impossibly high and tried for them with everything he had, and he didn’t understand why others wouldn’t do the same.
  • “I brought him here.” Wymack said. “He showed up at my hotel room at the winter banquet with his hand a bloody mess. He didn’t want us to notify the Ravens or take him to a hospital, so Abby bandaged him up as best she could and I put him on the bus back to South Carolina with us.”
  • “Fuck you cripple.” Across the room, Kevin’s face went white. “What did you call me?” “I called you a dead-weight has been.” Neil said. Kevin was out of his chair so fast he knocked it over. 
  • “You said he would come for you.” “I didn’t know it would be like this.” “Liar.” Andrew said, and Kevin flinched. 
  • “Help me.” Kevin said, almost a whisper. 
  • “Do you even remember how to smile?” Matt asked. Kevin glared at him. 
  • “Morning sunshine.” Matt said with exaggerated cheer. “Fuck you.” Kevin said. Dan yawned into her hand. “Glad to see youre still a morning person.” “Fuck you too.”
  • The audience cheered their hearts out, delighted by Kathy’s surprise, but they weren’t quite loud enough to drown out Kevin’s soft voice at  Neil’s side. The words sounded like a desperate prayer.
  • He ended up with his thigh pressed against Neil’s, hard enough Neil could feel him trembling. 
  • Abby jogged the last couple of steps to Kevin and crushed him in a fierce embrace. Kevin held onto her for dear life 
  • “Dont rely on something as insubstantial as a miracle,” Kevin said. “You won’t win anything by standing around. Finish getting changed and get down to the court.” “One day I want you to look up ‘insensitivity’ in the dictionary,” Matt said, annoyed. “I’m sure it’ll do your ego wonders to see your picture printed there beside it.”
  • Kevin had a knee hugged to his chest and his face hidden in the fold of his arm. His knuckles were white where his hand was clenched into a fist. Neil didn’t think it was the bus that was making Kevin shake like that. 
  • Wymack pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag and put it down beside Kevin. “You have ten seconds to inhale as much of this as you can. I’m timing you. Go.” It was alarming how much a man could drink when he needed an emotional crutch. Wymack had to pry the bottle from Kevin’s desperate fingers afterward. 
  • The noise Kevin made at his side was worse
  • Kevin stared at him a few seconds longer, then got out of his chair almost fast enough to take the whole table with him. Abby was at his side in a heartbeat, expression pinched with worry. Kevin couldn’t seem to manage words, but he gestured for her to follow. 
  • Kevin was silent for an endless minute, then said, “You should be  Court.” It was barely a whisper, but it cut Neil to the bone. It was a resentful goodbye to the bright future Kevin had wanted for Neil. Kevin recruited Neil because he believed in  Neil’s potential. He brought him to the Foxes intending to make a star athlete out of him. Despite his condescending attitude and his dismissals of Neil’s best efforts Kevin honestly expected Neil to make the national team after graduation.
  • “Will you still teach me?” Neil asked. “Kevin was quiet again, but not for long this time. “Every night.”
  • “Can you do this, Kevin?” Abby asked, searching his face for any sign he was okay. “Can you play?” “If I am breathing, I can play.” Kevin said. “This is my game too.”
  • “I’m satisfied.” Kevin said. It was the last response any of the Foxes expected from him. They forgot about Riko in favor of gaping at Kevin. “Not with their score or performance, but with their spirit. I was right. There’s more than enough here for me to work with.”
  • Even Kevin was going to come out of this on top. He wasn’t going to fade into obscurity like Tetsuji and Riko thought he would; he would ride the Foxes’ resurgence to the top and reclaim his place in the spotlight.
  • “Do you have my ticket?” “You’re not going.”
  • “I know what he’s like,” Kevin said. Neil looked at him but Kevin was studying his hands. “Riko. If you want to talk.”
  • “It is not a switch you turn on and off. You of all people know this.” Kevin finally pushed Neil off him, but he didn’t try to get past  Neil. “You did not grow up with him. You do not get to judge me.”
  • “Good thing you’re not there anymore.” “Jean still is.”
  • Kevin recoiled so hard he slammed into the wall behind him. He clapped a protective hand over his own tattoo. 
  • Kevin had his elbow on the windowsill and his face in his hand. “I’ll tell them so you don’t have to.” Kevin gestured with his free hand: “Get out” or “I don’t care” but not “Don’t you dare.” He didn’t say anything; Neil didn’t think he could. 
  • Kevin was sitting on his bed, one knee tucked to his chest, as he stared dully into the distance. Neil sat cross-legged on the end of the bed and waited. It didn’t take long. Kevin propped his chin on his knee and said, “How do you do it?” Kevin flicked his fingers as if frustrated by his own vagueness and said, “After everything that’s happened this year, after Riko and your father and the FBI and knowing Lord Ichirou has found out about you, why aren’t you afraid?”
  • Kevin choked on his first denial. His second attempt was hoarse with disbelief. “Don’t joke about such things .” Neil stared back at Kevin in silence until Kevin flinched and took a half-step back. 
  • Neil felt cold all over watching him, but he didn’t know if it was fear that Kevin was going to injure himself again or awe. He’d always known Kevin was the best, but he’d almost forgotten what Kevin used to be like at his peak. 
  • “Did you know I’ve never been skiing? I’d like to try it one day, though.”
  • Kevin didn’t slow or look around on his way to the locker room, and he pushed right past his celebrating teammates in the foyer. He dropped his helmet and gloves on his way across the changing room and caught hold of the edge of the sink. He swayed a bit like his legs wanted to give out from under him and his hands were trembling so violently Neil could see it from the doorway. Instead of falling he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to the mirror. “We’re all going to die.” Kevin said at last. “No we’re not.” Neil said. Kevin thought about that for a minute, then straightened. After staring at his reflection for an age he lifted his hand and covered his tattoo on the glass. The result sent an odd tremor along Kevin’s shoulders. Neil didn’t know if it was approval or fear. All that mattered was that Kevin nodded and turned back to them. He looked at Neil first, then Andrew. “We have a lot of work to do.” 
  • Kevin was too busy soaking in the joy of being back on Trojan territory. His contented expression was at complete odds with the nerves and dread evident on his teammates’ faces. Neil wanted to tell him to tone it down, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Kevin in a good mood. 
  • “Interesting” was too tame a word for the look in Kevin’s eyes. The smile that finally slipped free and curved his lips was hungry. 
  • Now that number was gone, covered up by the jet-black image of a chess piece. Neil’s knowledge of chess was hazy at best, but he knew for sure that wasn’t a king. “You did it,” Neil said, too stunned to manage anything else. “Let Riko be King,” Kevin said, with the exaggerated enunciation of the thoroughly sloshed. “Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me?” Kevin gestured again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. “I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.”
  • “Fuck him,” Kevin said, sliding a little further down the door. “Fuck all of them. Waste of time to be angry. They should be afraid.” 
  • Kevin dragged his stare back to Wymack’s face and said, “and my father comes to all of my games. That is enough.” On Wymack’s other side, Abby’s gaze softened. Wymack’s jaw worked for a moment before he could say in an even tone, “Your mother would be proud of you.” “Not just me.” Kevin said in a rare bout of humanity. 
  • Before he stepped on Kevin tapped the butt of his racquet against the floor and passed his stick to his other hand. He stroked to half-court head high and left-handed and the crowd went wild. 
Joker Imagine - You’re a waitress at his club

TRIGGER WARNING

Your P.O.V.

‘‘Here you go ’‘ I smiled at the group of four men who sat in a booth. I worked at a club in Gotham as a waitress. The men were already a little drunk and obviously in a flirty mood. Just as I put their beers on the table, I felt a hand on my thigh, making me gasp.

‘‘Oh why don’t you drink with us?’‘ The brown haired one asked me and moved his hand up. My heart jumped to my throat and I froze on the spot, way too scared to think straight. ‘‘Yeah, you can sit on my lap ’‘ Another man chuckled and raised his thick eyebrows. ‘‘I-I need to go’‘ I stuttered as I put the last glass down. Of course, with my luck, I couldn’t leave so easily. A guy wearing a hoodie grabbed my wrist harshly and pulled me closer, making me stumble. I landed on my knees and I groaned in pain.

‘‘Listen slut, you’re going to be with us for a little while’‘ The man growled and I smelled the alcohol in his breath. My body started quivering and I felt so small and helpless. ‘‘I have to work!’‘ I defended myself and then felt tears stinging my eyes. My knees were getting warm and wet, probably from blood. ‘‘No no, you can work later’‘ The brown haired one assured me. I was pulled on someone’s lap and that’s when panic took over me.

I screamed and tried to push myself off. It was hopeless. The man next to me grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head down so I was on my back on their thighs. ‘’Help!’’ I cried out and attempted to hit them. Adrenaline pumped through my system and I had my mind on one thing, getting out of this situation. Honestly, I felt so sick because they were so strong. It got so bad that I couldn’t breathe well.

‘‘You’re gonna be a good girl for us ‘‘ One of them growled and covered my mouth. I shook my head no and let my tears ruin my makeup. They were just looking down at me with filthy smiles. It was sickening. A hand travelled up my thigh and under my black skirt. My muscles tensed up and my eyes widened. I tried to scream no but the hand muffled it. My wrists were pinned above my head and the men were holding me down. My worst nightmare was coming true!

‘‘You have messed with the wrong person in the wrong club’‘ A raspy voice joined the mess. I tried to look up to see who it was, but I couldn’t.The next thing I knew was that someone pulled the trigger of a gun.A loud scream left my mouth and I tried to yank myself free. I had no idea what was going on! The hand disappeared from me and I felt a body on my legs, completely limp. Another gunshot followed and blood splattered in the small booth.

I was absolutely taken over by fear that I froze. My eyes closed and I tried to lie to myself that I wasn’t in this situation. ‘’We’re sorry!’’ One of the men yelled, sounding small. ‘’Sorry is just a word’’ The same raspy voice spoke and shot the man who tried to defend himself. One more gunshot and it stopped. My heart was almost jumping out of my chest. Would the man shoot me too?

‘‘It’s okay,doll. They’re dead’‘ The shooter broke the silence in the booth. The music was still playing in the club and I heard talking. I opened my eyes, looking around me. One of the men on the opposite of me was leaning against the table, blood pooling around his head. The man next to him was sprawled across the seat. I looked down at me, seeing a body by my legs. It made me sick and I felt like throwing up. The person who had held my wrists and covered my mouth was limp as well.

Then I looked at the person who shot them all. My eyes almost fell out of my head as I saw him. I swear my heart skipped a beat from shock. It was my boss, the Joker! I had never been this close to him. His goons hired me so I never had a reason to talk to him. I wasn’t sure if I should be scared or relieved- perhaps I was both.

Joker offered me a smile after he blew some smoke from the tip of his black gun. He put it into his dark grey jacket and then offered me his hand. Although I was trembling wildly, I grabbed his hand.He helped me out of the mess and I saw how the guards started to get rid of the bodies immediately. My white shirt was covered in blood and I felt dirty. I didn’t comprehend with the situation.For now, it was too much for my brain to handle.

‘‘Y/N I see’‘The Joker said and started to walk me away from the scene. I nodded, finding it hard to speak. My make-up was ruined and I looked like I had been in a horror movie. It sure felt like that.’‘Let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk things through over a drink’‘ He suggested calmly, almost nicely. From all I had heard of this man, he was anything but kind. The Joker was a murderer yet he just saved me.

‘‘Okay’‘ I breathed out, slowly feeling more relaxed. At least I wasn’t in that booth anymore. ‘‘I have a hideout right above us’‘ He let me know and walked all the way to an elevator. I didn’t even know about it. We got inside and he pressed three different buttons until it started to head up. Although he was the Joker, I didn’t mind. I was thankful that he saved me from whatever was going to happen to me. Although, I had to admit it was surprising. I didn’t think of him as exactly a hero.

‘‘Thank you’‘ I broke the silence between us. The Joker turned to look at me without a smile. There was something dark about him but not anything I wanted to fear. ‘‘I might be a bad man Y/N but there’s some things I just can’t stand, Batman and rapists. Especially when they’re hurting someone like you’‘ He admitted, just in time as the elevator doors opened.

I had no idea what he meant by that but he made me feel like blushing. Luckily, he walked inside and didn’t see. He led me to a big, fancy bedroom. It was one of the most luxurious rooms I had ever stepped in. The bed was huge and on the other side there was a large window. ‘’You can wash yourself in the bathroom over there. I’ll find something nice for you to wear’’ Joker let me know and pointed at a cream white door.

I nodded and walked in there. The bathroom served the bedroom justice, being just as amazing.I saw my reflection in the mirror and it shocked me. My skin was ghost-like and my mascara had smudged my eyes. My pink lipstick was all over my face, who knows why and then the blood. My skin and shirt had blood splatters all over. 

My eye twitched as I stared at my reflection. I didn’t know why but then I smiled.I touched my face just to make sure this was real. As my fingertips touched my skin, my smile faded. I even held my breath and let my brains freak out. I didn’t know what was happening to me but something was awfully wrong. It’s like everything in my life crashed.

The people I thought were good were bad and vice versa. Men who I thought were nice had tried to take control over me and then the damn Joker saved me. It was overwhelming.

I got undressed, trying to block my thoughts. Then I walked under the shower and allowed the hot water to wash away the dried blood and my make-up. As I washed myself, reality sunk into my head. I got comfortable with the thought of Joker saving me and after a few minutes, I was smiling again.

Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy after all? Maybe, just maybe I could find another person underneath his thick walls? Yes, I’d like that.

Light | BadBoyJimin! x Reader

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1,735

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (Just hearing sounds etc)

Summary: He’s always been like this. Addicted to drugs and alcohol, constantly getting into fights. He’s down a dark road and the only light that still shines is you.

A/N: I would like to apologies, this is the first time I’ve ever had a request from someone (and one other) and I stupidly answered privately so I couldn’t see the message anymore. I completely forgot to look at who requested and I deeply apologies for my stupidity.

Masterlist | Ask/Request | Fic. Recs

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Originally posted by jiminandjams

You remember when you first saw him, Park Jimin. It was your first day at university, when you accidentally bumped into him on your way to your dorm, which just so happened to be next to his. His appearance alone scared you, yet at the same time, you had become interested. The cliché bad boy look. Tight ripped black jeans, plane white t-shirt and a leather jacket covering his broad shoulders. With cigarette in hand, he sneered at you, before roughly bumping your shoulder as he walked passed to go to his room. From that day on, you were in love.

You never spoke to him, all you did was admire him from afar as he would talk with his friends and chat up a random girl in the corridor. It hurt… A lot. Seeing him with another girl, meant he had no interest in you, and he probably never would. You were shadow to him, an insect he could squish in between his fingers, that’s how unimportant you were to him.

You buried your head further into your pillow trying to drown out the loud moans from Jimin and his lady friend next door. This had been going on for what seemed like hours, and it was the last straw. Furiously getting out of bed you stormed out of your dorm and thumped on his door loudly. Silence had finally came to his dorm, but it soon faded when you heard loud footsteps come closer to the door, and when it was opened your jaw dropped. Jimin stood before you, in nothing but his boxers, sweat dripping down his forehead and toned stomach, hair pushed back, as he ran his hand through it.

“What?” he sneered as he leaned against the door frame. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Your neighbor. Could you please keep it down. People are trying to sleep,” you asked politely. Jimin’s eyes narrowed as he stood up straight and stepped closer to you.

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” he threatened as he towered over you, giving you a deadly glare.

“I’m not telling you, I’m asking you… Nicely,” you added as you crossed your arms over your chest. Jimins eyes wandered down to your now slightly exposed cleavage and smirked. Upon realizing where his eyes were you unfolded your arms and pulled your top up. Blushing you turned on your heel to walk away until his hand tightly grasped your wrist.

“Are you sure that’s all you wanted me to do? Because if you want to join in, you can,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. You actually thought about joining him but your face turned to disgust when you remembered he was with another girl.

“I don’t think I’d want to ruin your time with your lady. So I’ll take my leave,” you almost snapped as you snatched your wrist and walked back to your door. “Good Night,” you mumbled as you shut the door behind you. Your breathing was uneven, and you were panicking like crazy. Jimin your crush, touched you. You were a mess, especially when he offered you to join him. You regretted saying no, but you didn’t like the idea of another woman being there. You just wanted it to be the two of you, as he’d dominate you with his tongue and make you feel good in all the right ways.

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It was a late Thurday afternoon, and classes had finally finished. A small sigh escaped your lips as you walked through the now quiet corridors of the university. However a sudden loud grunt caught your attention, peaking around the corner at the end of the corridor, you noticed that Jimin was pinned up against the lockers, the other boys hand firmly around his throat.

“Where the fuck is my money Jimin,” he boy snarled as his grip on Jimins throat tightened.

“Fuck you,” Jimin choked out. The boy used his other hand to collide his fist with Jimins stomach, causing you to gasp. Both heads turned to your direction where they just glared at you.

“Who’s this Jimin? Another slut you just use for your own pleasure?” the boy snarled as he let go of Jimin and made his was towards you. Roughly his hand tightened around your upper arm as he hauled you forward making you loose your balance falling to the ground.

“I barely know her, so let her be,” Jimin spat back as he straightened out his leather jacket.

“Oh I don’t think so, this little spy, could be of some good use to me,” the male licked his lips as he adjusted his trousers making you gulp nervously.

“Don’t fucking touch her Namjoon,” Jimin sneered as he stepped forward slightly.

“Oh so this girl does mean something to you. I just don’t get it Jimin, how come you can fuck any girl you want, but I can’t have this one?” Namjoon asked his glare still on you.

“Because I ask them. You haven’t,” Jimin answered back as he picked you up bridle style. “Go fuck yourself you bastard, you’re not getting near her for as long as a live.”

“Then you’ll die,” Namjoon launched himself at Jimin, making all three of you tumble to the ground, you stuck in between them. “Give me the fucking money and I won’t harm her!” Namjoon yelled. During that time, you managed to wriggle yourself out from between them and pull grab onto Namjoon’s shirt.

“How much!?” you yelled. Both of the males stopped wrestling and looked at you.

“What?” Namjoon snarled. You growled lowly before repeating your question.

“How much,” you spoke through gritted teeth, trying hard to contain your anger. Namjoon stood up and faced you.

“60.” Without hesitation you hauled out your purse and handed him the money.

“Now fuck off and leave him alone,” you snapped as you knelt down to Jimin and helped him up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” you muttered as you wrapped Jimins arm around your shoulder and guided him back to your dorm. The journey there was silent until you entered the dorm and Jimin sat down on your bed.

“Why the fuck did you help me. I never asked for it,” Jimin sneered as his hands tightened to fists.

“Because Namjoon was hurting you, and he stopped when I gave him the money. Now shut up and let me see your wounds,” you ordered as you stood in front of him with a damp cloth and a first aid kit. “Take off your shirt,” you mumbled attempting to sound confident, but failed. Jimin smirked in reply and began to unbutton his shirt. Painfully slowly he took off his shirt and laid it next to him. Jimin leaned back slightly, allowing you to see his toned stomach better. “Jesus, he got you good,” you muttered as you noticed a medium sized wound across the right side of his body.

“Tch, I’ve had worse,” he snapped back, but instantly winced when you began to dab (Does the dab) his wound with the wet cloth.

“Jesus what did you buy that got him so worked up?” you muttered, leaning back to grab the first aid kit from behind you.

“You really wanna know?” Jimin challenged, his face expressionless. Your silence allowed him to continue. “I bought come coke off of him, and I said I’d pay him back in two days, which I obviously didn’t do.” You sighed in disbelief.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” You asked him. Jimin glanced at you in curiosity. “Why do you deal drugs, take them, smoke, drink way to much, and get laid every night?! You have so much to live for and you’re destroying yourself,” you muttered, tears threatening to spill down your face.

“What the fuck do you know?” Jimin snapped.

“I know that you’re better than this! It’s clear that people fucking care for you! And you throw them away like they’re trash!” your voice raised slightly as you stood up and turned around, not wanting Jimin to see you cry.

“No one fucking cares for me! Girls only want to fuck me because I’m good in bed! Or if they are in need of stress relief! I’m their fucking toy! HOW ARE YOU TO SAY PEOPLE CARE FOR ME! WHEN CLEARLY NO ONE DOES!” Jimins loud voice echoed through out your dorm making you cover you ears for a moment.

“Well I fucking do! Okay!” Jimin stood in front of you wide eyed as you turned around, your tears staining your cheeks. “I fucking care! I have since I first bumped into you on the way to my dorm! It hurt me so fucking much, seeing you bring another girl into your dorm nearly every night. Having to put up with the constant moaning and groans that came from both of you!” After you spoke you stopped and slapped your hand over your mouth, realizing you had just confessed to him. Slowly Jimin stood large steps towards you, making you move back until the back of your calves hit the end of your bed. In one swift motion, Jimin had you pinned to the bed, hands wrapped tightly around your wrists and he stared into your eyes as if he was trying to read you.

“Why would you care, you barely know me,” he muttered as he lowered his head to the crook of your neck, where he planted soft kisses down to your collarbone.

“Because everyone deserves a second chance,” you muttered, suppressing a moan as Jimin gently sucked on your sweet spot. “Including you.” Jimin continued to kiss downwards until your shirt got in the way.

“This needs to go,” he grumbled as he slowly began to unbutton your shirt. Nervousness suddenly took over you, and you stopped him.

“W-wait. I-I’m still a virgin,” you muttered, looking away in shame. A small soft smile spread across Jimins features as he hand his hand through your hair.

“It’s fine, I promise I’ll be gentle, but only this once,” he smirked and got down to business.