why the hell did you have to come into my life

The Arrangement  (pt 8)

The next few weeks were truly the happiest you had been in a long, long time. You were falling more in love with Jimin as each day passed by and he never hesitated to tell you that he too felt the same. 

You two were practically inseperable. He would even come surprise you at work for lunch every now and then and he loved the way your face lit up when he walked through your office door with lunch in hand. 

One day, you heard a knock on your door a few minutes before lunch and you smiled, guessing it was your loving husband. But to your surprise, it was your father and another male behind him who you recognized as Taehyung, one of Jimin’s best friends.

“Appa, hi!” you squealed as you got out of your chair and practically ran to hug your father. 

“Hi Y/N” he chuckles. 

“Hello Taehyung!” you say to Taehyung as he flashes you a smile. “Both of you, come sit!”

After sitting down on the couches in your office, you suddenly wonder why Taehyung was there in the first place. You had seen him a few times after the wedding and Jimin had told you that he was one of his closest friends, but you didn’t really know much else about Taehyung, other than the fact that his family was also into a similar business.

“Y/N, you’re probably wondering why I’ve brough Taehyung here today” your father says as you nod your head. “Our companies will be starting a new project this week. I’ve sent the details to your email just recently but I would like if you could take this project on in my place dear. Taehyung’s father would like for him to lead the project as well” he said.

“Oh, I think I just opened up that email. Don’t worry appa, whatever project it is, I’m sure me and Taehyung can handle it” you say confidently. This wasn’t the first time your father had thrown a project out of the blue for you, but you loved the challenge and always exceeded his expectations. He was confident in handing over the entire business to you.

“Yes sir, like Y/N said, I’m confident that we can succeed in this project. This will be great for both our companies” Taehyung said.

“I’m really glad to hear it, kids. We’re leaving this entire thing to you both, so need to get our approval for anything, ok? With that said, Y/N, Taehyung will be temporarily working here in this building with some of his staff for the duration of this project. However long it takes for you finish.” your father said.

“Oh of course, that will make things easier! We have more than enough space for you, Taehyung” you say with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having us!” Taehyung said.


When Jimin found out that you and Tae were going to be working on a new project at work, he was happy. Two very important in his life were getting the chance to know eachother. He was trying to figure out a way to get you and his friends to hang out more and maybe even get introduced to your friends, but there wasn’t really much time. Plus, he wanted you all to himself.

Unfortunately though, this project was just extra work for both you and Tae on top of the work you normally had, so you spent more and more time at work. Jimin would often come home to an empty house which would remain empty for a few hours. You would walk in, tired from a long day and he missed spending time with you. 

You too had missed coming home on time and spending time with Jimin. He woud still surprise you with lunch every now and then, but Taehyung was also there too. But things were going really well you thought. You were having fun with this project and Taehyung was fun to work with. He told you lots of stories about Jimin and that always put a smile on your face. And you thought you relationship with Jimin was getting stronger despite not seeing eachother as much. You even celebrated your first anniversary together. One year ago, you would have disregarded this day and cursed it. But your anniversary now actually meant something to the both of you. 


One Saturday morning, you woke up to an empty bed. Usually you woke up in Jimins arms, but he was no where to be seen. You quickly got out of bed to head to the bathroom, but you suddenly felt dizzy and had to steady yourself. You thought nothing of it and freshened up in the bathroom before heading out to find you husband. You had walked out of your shared room only to find Jimin cooking away in the kitchen. 

You stood there, just watching him as he stuggled to make whatever it was he was trying to make. Jimin looked up to find you with a big smile on your face. “Morning wifey! I’m making us breakfast! Did I wake you? I’m sorry. I’m not entirely done, but look I finished the stew!” he said as he walked to the table which was mostly set. You walked closer and to be honest, you were quite impressed. 

Jimin opened the lid to the stew and that’s when it all hit you at once. The smell from all the food overwhelmed you and you threw your hands to cover your mouth as you ran to the bathroom. Jimin got scared when he saw you run out of the kitchen. Was the food that bad? He ran after you seconds later and he found you on the bathroom floor, throwing up into the toilet. He held your hair up and he felt so bad. He didn’t mean for you to throw up. He even tried the food and he thought it tasted somewhat decent. “Sweetheart I’m so sorry, I didn’t think the food was that bad” he said.

Despite leaning over the toilet, you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was being. You knew it wasn’t because of the food. “Sweets, can you please hand me my phone?” you say, as you flush the toilet, feeling somewhat better. Jimin runs out and returns a few seconds later with a water bottle and phone in hand. You immediately open up your period tracker and to your surprise you’re…almost 3 weeks late. You were surprised to say the least. You had just been so busy these last few weeks that you didn’t even realize. 

Jimin peaks over your shoulder and soon, he too registers what you were looking at. He immediately opened one of the bathroom drawers and shoves a box of pregnancy tests into your hands.

“What the hell? Where’d you get these from?” you ask in disbelief.

“I just figured we would need it at some point in the future so I picked it up a few weeks ago. Thats not important though, just do it already!” he says, excitedly. He walks out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him. “I’ll be right outside Y/N! Take your time” he says. 

Jimins mind started to race. You two had been married for about a little over a year now, and he really just liked the way his life was right now. Did you both even have time for a kid? But at the same time, the thought of having mini you’s or mini hims around the house, his heart swelled. As for you, you knew you always wanted to be a mother. You loved kids and have wanted one for youself when the time came. But was this the time? You and Jimin had discussed having kids, but for the future. Although you felt like it was soon, you couldn’t help but tear up when you thought about holding a baby of your own in your arms. 

Jimin paced around the bathroom door for what felt like hours. He was practically shaking from anticipation. He ran his hands through his hair nervously and tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down. As he paced, he heard the door open behind him. He had never turned around so quickly in his life. He looked at you wide eyed, trying to find the answer in your eyes. You eyes were slightly glazed and he noticed you had not one, but three tests in your hands. 

“I’m…I’m pregnant” you say as a tear falls from your eyes and you smile. Jimin just stares at you for a moment, letting your announcement sink in. And once it does, he practically runs to you and pulls you into a tight hug as he spins you around. 

You both are laughing and giggling and crying all at once. He places you down and kisses you tenderly. “Y/N, you have no idea how happy I am right now” he says. 

“So, we’re doing this? We’re going to be parents?” you ask, smiling through the tears. 

“We’re going to be parents” he confirms, as he kisses you again


A few weeks after you took the test, you also confirmed it with a doctor and she set your mind at ease when she said the baby seemed healthy so far. Soon after, you and Jimin went to the store and bough 2 pairs of baby shoes and gifted them to your parents, who were more than happy that they all practically cried. 

However, the media had found out about your little trip to the store and soon picture were leaked with you and baby shoes in hand. You had no choice but to confirm the news and urged the media to give you your space for the duration of the pregnancy. Soon, it seemed like the whole country was congratulating you. 


You walked into work the following Monday when a bouqet of flowers was quite literally shoved into your face as you entered your office. You grabbed onto the flowers and peaked behind them to see Taehyung behind them. 

“CONGRATS Y/N!” he practically yells.

“oh my gosh, tae you scared me! Thank you, these are gorgeous” you say as you look at the flowers. Over the course of the project, you and Taehyung had got quite close and even resorted to nicknames.

“How far along are you? Is it a boy or girl? I’m the godfather right? of course I am.” he said, excitedly. “omg is it kicking already?”

“Kim Taehyung, I’m going to need you to calm down a little. I’m only about 2 months in. The baby is probably the size of a peanut and so no, I don’t know whether or not it’s a boy or girl. And we can talk godfather much, much later” you say as you walk to your desk. You don’t have to see him to know that he’s frowning. 

“But Tae, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something” you say as he sits down as well. “Jimin’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to plan a surprise party for him. Do you think you can help me coordinate things?” you ask. 

You had wanted to do something nice for your husband for his birthday since you couldn’t do anything for his last birthday. You had already found his gift, but you needed help with the party details. 

“Of course I’ll help. He’s my best friend!” he exclaims. 

So instead of work that day, you and taehyung sit and plan for a party two months away. 


Jimin knew something was going on. He noticed how you would fumble around, closing your browser when he was nearby. How you would hide your phone and eventually changed the passcode. But he knew who the texts were from. 

He noticed when sometimes you and taehyung would skip lunch to go do “business”. He noticed the secret glances you two shared whenever Taehyung was invited over. 

On one day that you claimed to be working late, Jimin was incredibly bored. He had invited Yoongi over to a local bar, but he ended up getting there early. The bar was one that he had frequented over the years. Jimin honestly just wanted to spend some time with you. Hell, he was just worried that you were over working yourself. And with the baby on the way? You should be working less!

As he drowned in his thoughts, he felt an arm slide up his back. It sent a shiver down his spine and he turned the face a unfortunate familiar face. “Jiah, what are you doing here?” he says, not even smiling. 

“oh come on minnie, we would come here often when we dated. I like this place too, you know” she said with a smirk on her face as she sat on in the seat next to you. 

“what do you want Jiah” Jimin said as he tried not to roll his eyes at his ex.

“Nothing. I’m just enjoying my evening” she said. “Shouldn’t you be spending time with the mom-to-be?” she asked, dryly. “oh wait, she’s out spending time with your best friend. Taehyung, was it?” she asked.

“How’d you know?” Jimin asks, suddenly annoyed.

“Those two frequent the mall I work at. They’re there at least once or twice a week. Oh…you didn’t know? Don’t tell me she’s out with him now? Oh right, this marriage was arranged right? It’s not like she’s obligated to love you, she’s free to love who she pleases. She has such a big smile around Taehyung. You know, that means you’re obligated to love whoever you want as well, Jimin” she says as she runs a finger along the outline of his face before she gets up and leaves. 

Yoongi walks in right at that moment, watching as Jiah walks out of the bar. “Hey, was that who I think it was? What the hell was she doing here? Did she sprout more nonsense?” Yoongi asks Jimin, sitting on the same seat that Jiah had just occupied. 

“What? no, she was just saying hi” Jimin said, not reallly paying attention. Because it had happened. The seed of doubt had been planted. 


The days turned into weeks and that seed of doubt was growing at full speed. Hell, it was practically a forest at this point. Jimin had started to increasingly doubt you, but you failed to notice. You were either busy with work, planning the party, or doctors appointments. 

Jimin wanted to believe you. He wanted so much to believe that you wouldn’t cheat on him. But literally everything seemd to prove that you were. He can’t remember the last time you two shared any physical affection and it seemed like you didn’t even care. The only time you put out for him was during your doctors appointments. 

So when you had suggested meeting for dinner at his favorite restaurant for his birthday, he agreed in a flash. He thought that maybe this dryspell would end and you two could go back to being normal. 

He had picked you up directly from work as per your orders and soon enough, you were sitting at one of the restaurants. He missed having alone time with you like this. 

“Happy Birthday, baby” you cooed as the waiter left after taking your order. It was crazy how much you could make his heart race with just those simple words. 

“Thank you, Y/N. Where’s my gift?” he asked, jokingly. You had blushed and stuttered a little. “It’s actually at home! I thought we could open it together later?” you asked. 

“Of course baby. You know you didn’t have to get me anything right?” he said with a warm smile. 

“I don’t care, I think you’ll really like it” you say. “Just try to gu-” you started, but were interrupted with a text. You grab your phone and as you read the text, you smile. You quickly type a reply and place the phone back on the table, smile still plastered on your face.

And just like that, the evening continued. Throughout dinner, your phone would buzz with texts and you always answered, even if you were interrupting Jimin in the middle of a conversation. You knew it was rude, but Taehyung was currently at home with some other people decorating the house and he kept asking you questions. You couldnt’ help but smile when thinking about how surprised Jimin was going to be. 

After you finished eating, you excused yourself to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind. Jimin was growing increasingly frustrated with you as you seemed to always be on your phone. Your phone buzzed again and Jimin wanted to take your phone and chuck it across the restaurant. Who the hell was texting you so much? He grabbed your phone and your phone lit up to the home screen.

Taehyung: Don’t worry Y/N, he won’t find out our secret


The car ride back home was very silent. The second you returned back to the table, you noticed the change in mood from Jimin. You were extremely uncomfortable with the silence and you wanted to lift his mood before his surprise party. As you pulled into your neighborhood, you gently placed your hands on Jimin’s hands that was on his lap and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Sweets, are you ok?” you ask, finally breaking the silence. 

But much to your surprise, he pushes your hand off. You were hurt to say the least. By now, Jimin had pulled into your garage. “Jimin.. “ you started.

“Just save it” he all but sneers at you. 

“Jimin.. what’s wrong?” you ask, extremely worried.

“JUST SHUT UP Y/N” he yells at you and you are genuinely scared. You shudder in fear. 

“B-Baby, what is it” you try again after a few moments. 

“I know about you and Taehyung” he says, moments later, anger clearly laced in his tone. 

“What?” you ask, confused. 

“Oh cut the act Y/N, I’m not stupid. Of all people to cheat on me with, it had to be with my best friend?” he says with venom in his voice. If looks could kill, you would be dead at the moment. 

“Baby, I think you’re misunderstanding something. I’m not cheating on you sweets” you say with a small smile, finally realizing why he was so upset. You try to grab his hand again but he pulls his hands away. 

“Don’t even pretend, you slut” he says, silentely, but loud enough for you to hear. You feel your heart start to crack.

“Jimin, calm down. I’m telling you the truth. And watch your words Jimin, don’t say something you will regret.” you warn.

“Regret? The only thing I regret is marrying you” he says. 

“Jim-” you try again but he interrupts you with one final blow. 

“Is the child even mine, Y/n?” 


A/N: OKAY SO i’ve been mia for like months now and I’m so incredibly sorry. Here is part 8. 
Please request for part 9~ AND PLS give me feedback!

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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When Witches Watch Ghost Shows

“That’s…That’s not how Ouija boards work. And the apps are not a reliable indicator of activity because their shit is randomly generated.”

“Why are you ASKING the tiny mysterious child to come in and play? Are you fucking stupid?”

“Why is it white people? Why do these shows almost always feature random white middle-America fluffheads without the sense God gave a goose? Is it because they do dumb shit more often or because POC families are quicker to recognize spirit bullshit and move the hell out?“

“-blink- Lady, that is NOT the 91st Psalm.”

“Wait, so you saw random geometric symbols doodled in a closet and you automatically thought OMG SATANIC? What kind of ignorant jackass….”

“RECREATIONAL TAROT CARD READING DOES NOT RANDOMLY SUMMON SPIRITS, YOU USELESS CARDBOARD SUBMARINE!”

“Since when is divination the same as spirit-summoning? What is this bullshit? Read a goddamn book, people, holy crap.”

“No no no, you can’t just set herbs on fire and think that’s it. You have to put some oomph behind it and claim your space. Holy shit, if you can’t use the sage properly, put it the fuck down.”

“You moved into a house that the realtor was literally afraid to walk around in, did you think there was no REASON for that!?”

“Oh you ignored your wife and kids being terrified cause you’re skeptical of spirits, mister big tough man? How’d that work out for ya? Thrown down the stairs you say? Gee, that’s rough.”

“Why does NOBODY listen to their kids when they say they see weird shit!?”

-the second anybody mentions Zozo- “OH MY GOD. OH. MY. GOD. OH MY. GOD OH MY GOD. OHHHH MY GOD.”

“Ohhh yes, there was a witch who lived in the house once. Totally the cause of your haunting because we all know that the only thing witches do is sit around and summon evil spirits. Much wicked. Very scare. Wow.”

“Yanno, witches aren’t automatically evil and hauntings can be nasty without being demonic. Your fundie financial backers are showing.”

“Listen, numb nuts, surfing the internet to find out what’s clomping around your house at night is kind of like going to WebMD to figure out why you have a stomachache. The answer you find is always going to be way more dire than what’s actually going on. Sheesh.”

“Oh my fuckin life….I need more wine.”

hello and welcome to my first studyblr post!! i’ve seen a ton of these around, but not many have all the tips i’ve learned throughout high school. i go to a private preparatory school and i’m top 5 in my class and i lead many extracurriculars. last year was the CRAZIEST year of my life, but with a certain mindset & only a few all nighters, i managed all A’s in all advanced courses. So, here are the tips i’ve learned!!

  • write stuff down!!!! i know it is the most obvious thing, but writing down anything you need to remember, whether that be homework, tests, quizzes, events, due dates, reminders…anything! checking off these things at night is so satisfying and you won’t forget anything important. when i’m in the #zone, my mind often thinks of stupid questions/thoughts. I’ll jot these questions/misc. thoughts unrelated to what i’m focusing on to come back to later and explore!! (for example, i was doing an frq for econ and i thought of doing this post, so i wrote it down in my journal.)
  • organization. there are so many masterposts out there to help you with organization. my method included binders & comp. notebooks.. that’s about it! i’m not very organized
  • get to know teachers. this is probably what helped a lot my junior year. not only is maintaining good relationships with teachers good for you, it can be beneficial to your grade as well. when you make friends with teachers you always have someone to talk/rant to & they always give you the inside gossip about teachers/other students. have coffee/lunch w them, or talk about theories from the class they teach. they give you a lot of perspectives on the course and cool ideas!
  • manage your time. again, another broad statement. but what i did every night kept me sane. my schedule every day after classes (including saturday) was: 
    • practice until 5 
    • extracurriculars until dinner (6:30-7) 
    • minimal homework until done (usually 1-2 hours)
    • study for 1+ hours if needed (8-9 pm)
    • enjoyment time (at least 30 min)

while this may not be a lot for most people, it was a lot for me and i needed time to make myself happy. school and friends make me happy, but so does alone time. putting this minimum of 30 min a day (if i don’t fall asleep before that) really helped me get through demanding courses because i had an incentive. this schedule also helped me avoid procrastination!! ALSO, I prioritized like hell. Honestly, if homework was a completion grade, I wouldn’t try at all unless i needed the practice. Same goes with classes. the ones i had high A’s in, i would sometimes sacrifice a homework grade in order to get enough sleep or study for another test. while this is not the most ethical way of doing it, it helped.

  • Avoid procrastination. procrastination is your worst enemy. I used to be so bad, but now i’m getting better. this is key. in order to beat procrastination, you have to have self discipline. simple as that. get inspired. for many of you, it’s your studyblr community, for me it was for personal pride and competition. you must execute to get the job done. it will be worth it in the end.
  • do the little things. put away the phone. put music on if it helps. stretch a little. get some water. get as content and comfortable as you can when you study.
  • SLEEP!!!! that’s all i can say. sleep sleep sleep. it’s important. i know life is busy, but make time for sleep if you can. mental illness is a bitch, and sometimes it can make falling asleep hard. i know. just try your best & that’s enough. anytime i had free time during the day, i slept. nothing is more important than sleep, and if i didn’t get at least 8 hours of sleep the night before, i tried to catch up as best as i could. your brain needs a break to refuel and you will feel refreshed the next day. 
  • Eating healthy. i rarely see this tip around (maybe i’m not searching hard enough) but i think it’s important. eating healthy is excellent for your brain function & body function. it’s hard, especially in college, to have to motivation (or money) to make your own dinner, lunch & breakfast everyday. but. it’s. worth. it. i can’t stress this enough. i feel more awake and energized at school and workouts and your body has to have these nutrients to keep functioning well. 
  • Exercise. gross i know, please don’t hurt me, but exercise goes right with eating healthy. the better you feel about yourself, the better you will do in school. simple enough. you will have more motivation, energy, and happiness with a good diet and exercise. running daily and occasionally swimming gets me though the week, and while sometimes i don’t want to workout, i always feel good in the end. find something you like doing and stick to it. try to work out 3 times a week. after every workout, i am always motivated to study
  • UNDERSTAND THE MATERIAL. it’s so obvious, but so many people just memorize. while you have to memorize any new thing you learn in the beginning, there is a time when you must apply what you memorized. you must actually think about why this term/concept is what it is based on memorized facts. you must see the whole picture and how little things relate and why they do. last year i realized this and it worked wonders. for me, if i understood the big picture, i knew the facts by heart. it dawned on me that you must train the mind to think. when going through notes, quizzes, tests, and studying i always asked myself why is this important and what it relates to. retention. is. key. understanding, and not memorizing facts will help so so much!!
  • STUDY BUDDIES. i can’t stress enough how much this helped me. coming from a boarding school, it’s easy to work on homework with friends all the time. to review for a test, my friends in the class would all meet and discuss the material. i’m an auditory learner, so this worked 10x better. what i’ve learned is that if you can teach it, you know it. when i could explain concepts to my friends, i knew i didn’t have to study that. if questions came up when i was trying to discuss my line of thinking, i revisited my notes and tried to understand why i didn’t get it. if we had study guides, we would all do the question and discuss why we got our answers after. for me, discussion is the best way to get new perspectives and ideas as well as understanding the topic better. (i also love talking so).
  • ask questions. even if its stupid. even if you’re just curious. always ask them. 
  • study environment. outside (if it wasn’t terrible weather) is where i love to study with friends. if it is snowing or raining, i go to the library or a local coffee shop. it really just depends on my mood. find an area where you feel the most productive!
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Here’s the Soulmate!AU collab @rickandmortygetschwifty and I did together! :) It was so awesome to work on this with you; you’re so amazing <3

Please, read @rickandmortygetschwifty ‘s part of the collab right here, under the cut!! (The comic will make more sense, after you’ve read it) Prepare to weep! The fic is long and heart-wrenchingly beautiful!!


For longer than you’ve known, you never truly understood what a soulmate was.

Your first memory was of your mother hovering over you, inspecting the reddening bruise that was blossoming over your knee. She was looking over at you in disapproval, tutting as she tried to hush your sobs.You couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks as you cradled your leg and begged your mother to make it stop hurting.The pain you felt was unlike anything you experienced before. And so you cried and cried, hoping that your screams would drown out the unpleasant sensations.

Your mother simply picked you up, whispering sweet things into your ear as she bandaged you up.

“Oh, you poor little thing,” she cooed, flicking you playfully on the nose. “Rick, you need to be more careful, or you’ll make your soulmate sad too.

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Drinking starters

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

  • ❝How much have you had to drink?❞
  • ❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  
  • ❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞
  • ❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞
  • ❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞
  • ❝I thought you said you were clean!❞
  • ❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞
  • ❝Let me drive you home.❞
  • ❝You are NOT driving like this!❞
  • ❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
  • ❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

  • ❝Is this real life?❞ 
  • ❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞
  • ❝How do you show fish affection?❞
  • ❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞
  • ❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞
  • ❝Drunk I am not.❞
  • -glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞
  • ❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 
  • ❝I’m not even tired.❞
  • ❝I should call my ex.❞
  • ❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞
  • ❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞
  • -hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞
  • ❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

  • ❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞
  • ❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞
  • ❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 
  • ❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞
  • ❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞
  • ❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞
  • ❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞
  • ❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞
  • ❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞
  • ❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞
  • ❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

  • ❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 
  • ❝You wanna get wasted?❞
  • ❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞
  • ❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞
  • ❝I’m having a party for two.❞
  • ❝You’re so hot.❞
  • ❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞
  • ❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞
  • *kisses on forehead*
  • *kisses on cheek*
  • *kisses on lips*
Autumn Inspired Prompts
  • You’re a vampire and I’m a witch, we both go to this private school in New England that has a small population of supernatural students. We meet because I need a vile of vampire venom for a potion and my demon best friend said you’re the person to talk to.
  • We go to a school for supernatural beings and you’re the cutest witch I’ve ever seen but you’re kind of intimidating.
  • I’m a fairy and my parents told me to never get myself involved with a witch but you’re so sweet and kind and not anything like I was told about witches.
  • We’re both from ancient supernatural families and our kinds hate each other but to end the centuries of fighting we are to be wed.
  • There our seven lines of ancient witches referred to as the Seven Devil, there are certain alliances amongst the families and certain feuds. One night a whole line is whipped out, they were an ally of my line an enemy of yours. You’re suspected of being apart of the killings but I can prove you’re innocence. The only problem is our lines are enemies as well and my family advises me not to because it’ll give our line more power. (Bonus: My line was actually behind whipping out the line because they were power hungry and framed your line)
  • I’m a witch and one night while I’m walking home I’m murdered by someone or something unknown. But a few day later I wake up in the morgue. I got my friend who says that I was saved due to vampire venom in my system, vampire venom in small amounts can slowly heal someone but they’ll appear dead until they’ve made a full recovery. I try to find the vampire who saved me and find you. You tell me you found me bleeding out, near death on the side of the road while you were walking into town so you bit me to save me. (Bonus: You help me find the person or thing that tried to kill me)
  • I’m a witch and there’s a witch hunter in town and he’s been following me around for the last few days. One day he corners me in the woods near town while I was collecting ingredients for a potion and tried to kill me but you come out of nowhere and save me by killing him. We make eye contact before you run into the woods. Who are you and why did you save me?
  • I’m a werewolf and have some serious anger issues and you’re a witch who makes theses amazing calming potions with lavender and every time I come in to buy some you me a free lavender candle and every time I light it I’m instantly calm and can’t stop thinking about you.
  • I just transferred to this private school and all the students talk about the werewolves who roam the forest that surrounds the school for miles, some are even rumored to attend the school. I don’t believe them because wolves are common in this area and werewolves obviously aren’t real. But then one night decide to go for a walk in the woods because it’s a full moon and there’s a light fog so how can I resist and I’m pretty damn sure the cute person from my history class just turned into a wolf, what the hell?
  • You and your friends are rumored to be descendants of supernatural beings and you’re pretty well liked by everyone but everyone’s also kind of afraid of you. Of course most people don’t believe in the supernatural, but I’ve seen somethings and I’m pretty sure not only are the rumors true but there’s way more to it.
  • Your a descendant from a famous alleged supernatural being and I’m doing a report on them and how it’s affected your family. You agreed to let me interview and after doing a lot of research I realize that you’re not a descendant of that person but are in fact that person who’s been alive after all these years.
  • We’re best friends, I’m a vampire and you’re a witch. Shenanigans ensue.
  • I’m a powerful ancient witch and you’re a vampire who I’ve loved for several centuries but you’re murdered by one of my enemies. I’m now consumed with finding a way to bring you back to life and back to me. I have never been a cruel witch but in this time I am ready to do anything and everything to get my way.

It Ain’t Me: Part 7

Jungkook x reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Genre: Angst

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"These newbs are trying to kill us"

From my and my girlfriends first game at a local game shop:

We’re brought before the lawful-evil king of a slowly growing power that we were sent to stop as messengers of a neighboring kingdom. He was a tyrant, but seemed to have been smart enough to follow bits of the evil overlord list so we couldn’t do much to stop him at the time. Most of the party was neutral except for my chaotic good Tiefling bard Murmur. My character has a bit of an obsession with chaos, freedom, and life, and so I was a bit upset about being face to face with a orderly murderous tyrant forcing people to follow him. So I did what anyone would do.

Me: Mister King dude? Can I have a hug?

Pyro (dwarf): (ooc) dude what?

Lance (human cleric): goddammit what are you doing kid you’re going to get us killed

Saria (lethally stupid drow rogue/girlfriend): ooh I like hugs!

King (DM): …Why on earth would I do that?

Me: I like hugs but no one ever hugs me cuz they’re jerks. Except her *points to Saria* but that’s only cuz she wants to pick my pockets.

Saris: That’s because I want things! Is that so wrong?

DM: roll persuasion *I get a 19* alright, the king decides there’s no harm in letting you hug him because only an idiot would attempt anything when surrounded by guards.

Winter (elf archer): (ooc) I have a bad feeling about this

Me: (ooc) I hug the king then pull out my dagger and try to stab him in the back.

Lance: (ooc) OH COME ON KID YOU JUST FUCKING- uhg shit well we’re screwed.

Pyro: (ooc) Hehheh this is gonna be fun

DM: *face palming* you sure you want to do this?

Lance: (ooc) don’t screw us over!

Me: its what my character would do.

DM: If you’re sure about this, then roll. *I do. Nat 20. He rolls for the king, and gets a nat 1* Well shit… Uh… He dies. You stabbed him. Good job. The guards cry out in alarm and run up to surround you.

Me: HAHA HELL YEAH! Killed him.

Winter: (ooc) that was incredibly lucky but please don’t do that in the future, okay kid?

Saria: *to DM* I wanna loot the body. *everyone looks at her* What? Its not like he needs whatever he has.

Lance: (ooc) goddammit these newbs are trying to kill us.

safe haven

Summary: Eggsy’s safe haven is in the last place he would’ve thought to look.

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is somewhat rushed, but I just had to get this out, especially after seeing K:TGC. Hopefully you all enjoy this! | masterlist


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spellbound (m)

Pairing:  Jimin x Reader
Genre: witch!au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, slight angst
Warnings: dom-ish!jimin, magical sex rituals (so slight blood play, breath play, temperature play), rough sex, cumplay
Word Count:  10k+
Summary:  The only reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle. 

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little tattoos part iii

hello!

this is part three of my reddie soulmate fic

read part one here and two here

thank you guys so much for all the love on this fic. Please read my notes on the bottom as they are important! ty!

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2233



Eddie woke up even more exhausted than he was when he fell asleep. He let a breath out of his mouth and took in a long one through his nose. He kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to face the world yet.

Everything he loved was gone, he suddenly realized. This thought jolted him awake, causing him to sit straight up in a panic. It hadn’t occurred to him that he lost everything yesterday. All of his friends were bound to know. They all hung out together. They were the Loser’s Club and Eddie had ruined that. They could never all hang out anymore as Eddie couldn’t bear to be in the same room as Richie, let alone even think about him. He started to really panic, then.

His breathing was rapid and shallow and his hands were shaking violently. Eddie got up, stumbling, trying to find his damned inhaler. It wasn’t in his pocket, nor his backpack, or on his desk. He couldn’t breathe. At this point, he didn’t know if it was even an asthma attack anymore, or if it was one in the first place. It was so much worse. His head was spinning and he couldn’t see anymore. It was in his jacket, he remembered suddenly.

Eddie collapsed on the ground, catching himself with his hands as he tried to steady his breathing, but nothing was working. His heart was racing and he couldn’t stop shaking. Eddie was sobbing uncontrollably, his vision blurred from the tears. He didn’t know what was happening. His lungs felt constricted and he couldn’t get any air in. He was hyperventilating, trying to breathe but couldn’t. He tried to move towards his jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. He was shaking so badly that he could barely move. His hand grasped the chair, pulling it and knocking it over. The light blue inhaler fell out of the pocket of his coat, landing a couple inches away from him. He grabbed it, instantly feeling as if he could breathe again when he took his first two puffs of medicine.

An hour passed before Eddie could stand again. HIs legs were shaky but he managed to get to his bathroom. He found it odd that his mother hadn’t come to get him yet until he realized that it was four in the morning. Eddie knew he couldn’t go to school, but he couldn’t stay home ‘sick’ as his mother would take him to the hospital. He washed his face with some water and laid back down and attempted to fall asleep.

His mother woke him up at 7 am and tried to get him to take his pills as she did every morning. He walked out of the house and rode his bike to park. Eddie read there all day. He needed to take a breather and reading was his escape. The cool breeze against his skin calmed him even more as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree he was sitting up against. It was odd to feel so peaceful. At three o'clock, he headed home as if he had gone to school.

“Eddie bear, how was school?” She asked from her chair in the living room.

“Fine.” He responded quietly, heading upstairs and into his room.

Eddie felt bad about lying, not going to school, but he knew he couldn’t face Richie, Bill, or anyone for that matter. He checked his cut from the previous day, and it was still healing properly. That was one less thing for him to worry about. Eddie laid back on his bed, sighing. Could his life get any worse?


“W-W-What did you d-do?” Bill demanded, slamming his Chemistry book down on the loser’s lunch table. He was beyond pissed.

   Richie looked up at Bill through his coke bottle lenses. Stan was pissed too, standing behind him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. “I didn’t do anything!” He defended, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. “I-”

   “Where is Eddie?” Stan interjected, sliding into the seat across from Richie. “He isn’t here today and he was supposed to tell you how he felt yesterday. What the hell did you do to him, Richie?”

   Richie scoffed. “So that’s why he was avoiding me.”

   Bill looked at him confused. “W-What do you mean av-av-avoiding you?”

   Richie rolled his eyes. “You know when someone doesn’t talk to you and walks different routes in the hallways so they don’t see you. Gee, Bill, I thought you were smart.” He replied sarcastically, sticking his plastic fork into eerily yellow mashed potatoes.

   Stan leaned forward on his elbows. “So, if he avoided you, why isn’t he here?”

   Richie let out an exasperated sigh, leaning backward in his chair. “He told me in the gym locker room, alright?”

   Bill sat down next to Stan, looking at Richie to egg him on.

   Richie sighed again. “And I was too shocked to do anything and he ran out crying.”

   “Richie!”

   “Hey! I tried to go to his house and apologize and he slammed the window shut. He wouldn’t listen to me.” Richie grumbled. “I really tried! But I have a plan.”

   Stan and Bill exchanged glances. Bill nodded a little and Stan sighed. “What’s your plan?”

   Richie sat up straight. “You two need to convince him to come over. Say it’s everyone but me.”

   Bill frowned. “H-He’s not gonna b-b-believe us, Rich.”

   “Make him believe you! I need to talk to him. I need to explain.” Richie protested, running a hand through his hair.

   Bill nodded. “I’ll t-try.”

   Richie looked at Stan, who was staring down at the table. “Stan?”

   “I’m not gonna help you if all you’re gonna do is break his heart. He doesn’t deserve that, Richie.” He deadpanned.

   Richie was offended and a look of hurt flashed across his face before he composed himself. “I am not going to hurt Eddie!”

   “Sure, telling him you only wanna be his friend isn’t gonna hurt him.”

   “This is the one time I’m not being a sarcastic dipshit, Stanley! Are you listening? I said I’m not going to hurt him. I would never hurt him. I love him!” Richie slammed his fist on the table, causing a few kids to look over at them. “Did you hear that?”

   Stan nodded.

   “At least they didn’t cut off your ears like they cut off your dick.” Richie spat, getting up and walking away. The bell rang moments later. Bill grabbed his bookbag and stood up, gently nudging Stan to do the same. Richie was standing near his locker, attempting to open it but getting the combination wrong.

   “Richie-”

   “What, Stanley? What the hell do you want?” Richie practically growled, turning and glaring at Stan. If looks could kill, he would be dead ten times over.

   “I’ll help.”

   Richie’s hard stare softened a little. “Thanks. I’m sorry I got mad but you gotta admit that line was good.” A small smile crept onto his face, and even Stan chuckled a bit.

   Bill was assigned the job to get Eddie over, and Stan was to get everyone else in on the plan. He walked up to Eddie’s door and knocked. There was shuffling and a shout of “I got it” from Eddie. He opened the door and saw Bill, his face paled a little.

   “H-Hi,” Bill said quietly. “C-Could we talk?”

   Eddie glanced behind him for a moment to see if his mom had fallen back asleep or not before nodding and stepping outside, shutting the door behind him. “What do you wanna talk about because I’m not gonna talk about him.” He put emphasis on the word him. He sounded angry, disgusted, even. He laced his fingers together, still a bit shaky from his panic attack this morning.

   “N-No. The group w-wants you to come over. Minus R-R-Richie.”

   “Oh, no. I am not falling for that. He’s gonna be there when I get there and I don’t want to talk to him.”

   Bill shook his head. “Please? I-I-It’s movie night. You can p-pick.”

   Eddie glared at the ground, trying to work the request over in his head. He finally let out a long sigh and nodded. “Fine.”

   They rode their bikes to Bill’s house in silence, neither of them knowing what to say, so they said nothing. Eddie set his bike up against the house as he always did, following Bill inside. Georgie greeted the both of them with a hello and a smile.

   “H-Head to the living room, I-I-I’ll get the snacks,” Bill said, heading to the kitchen. Eddie nodded, walking towards the living room. He walked in, glancing around the room at the various decorations on the wall. Paintings and pictures of their family were scattered around the room. It felt homey.

   Eddie was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the door shut. He turned his head to look, only to find Richie standing there. His breath hitched in his throat and he knew he had paled. It wasn’t even five seconds before he started to get angry. He knew this was a set-up.

   “I fucking knew it,” Eddie grumbled.

   “Eddie-” Richie started, but Eddie had had enough.

   “No, Richie. I don’t want to hear it. I’m really not in the mood to listen to you tell me you don’t feel the same way and that you hope we can be friends. Because we can’t be friends, Richie! I don’t want to be your friend. I can’t be your damn friend.

   Richie Tozier was silenced by Eddie for the second time that week. It was a new record. He composed himself before stepping forward. “If you let me show you something, I promise I will leave you alone.”

   Eddie was shocked that Richie was being serious. He was never serious in all the time he’s known the guy. He was always cracking inappropriate jokes at the wrong time. Despite all of his instinct to say no, Eddie nodded.

   Richie let out a sigh of relief before spitting onto his hand.

   “That is disgusting! What the hell are you-” Eddie cut himself off as he watched Richie take his spit and use it to smudge his soulmate tattoo off his skin. It wasn’t real. This whole time, Eddie thought that Richie had a soulmate. It was fake.

   Richie watched Eddie for a moment before deciding to explain himself. “My mom used to tell me I would be made fun of for not having a soulmate. That I wouldn’t fit in. So, one night I decided to draw one on every morning so I would fit in. It sounds shitty and kind of is but- Eds are you listening?”

   Eddie walked forward and grabbed Richie’s hand. He was holding back the urge to cringe, as Richie’s saliva was now on his hand. Richie didn’t understand what Eddie was doing. He let him move his finger until it was placed right next to the corresponding one on Eddie’s hand. Under Richie’s tattoo that he drew on, was a small, circular and blotchy birthmark. It was identical to Eddie’s.

   “What the fuck,” Eddie announced. A smile spread across Richie’s face while Eddie started to ramble. “What does this mean? Are these soulmate tattoos? They look like birthmarks! Why the hell would this be a soul-”

   Richie grabbed his face in his hands, leaning in and pressing his chapped lips onto Eddie’s soft ones. Eddie was stiff for a moment before he melted into the kiss and started to do the same that Richie was. Eddie was unsure where to put his hands or what to even do. Before he could react, Richie pulled away, slowly opening his eyes to find Eddie completely red.

   “I love you too, Eds.”

   Eddie had a content smile on his face. “Don’t call me that, Trashmouth.”

   “Ah, Trashmouth, what a nickname. You really know how to charm the boys.” Richie sassed, throwing his arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “Shall we tell the rest of the losers that Bill and Stan have competition?”

   Eddie and Richie showed the rest of the group their tattoos. Stan had this smug look of “I told you so” written across his face and so did Bill. They ended up watching a rom-com, much to Eddie’s dismay. Richie kept his arm around the smaller boy the whole night, pressing chaste kisses to his forehead every once and awhile.

   Richie and Eddie rode back to their houses together that night. They arrived at Eddie’s house first, both of them silent.

   “Gee, you could cut this sexual tension with a knife.” Richie joked, leaning forward on the handlebars of his bike.

   Eddie rolled his eyes, using his kickstand to stand his bike up next to his porch as he always did. Richie hopped off his bike, letting it lay on the ground. He walked up to Eddie, pinching his cheek. “So, Eddie Spaghetti, where do you wanna go on our first date of being fuckbuddies?”

   “You ruined it.” Eddie sighed, slapping his hand away.

   “I didn’t ruin anything!” Richie retorted, smiling. “I made it better.”

   “Okay, Tozier,” Eddie said, leaning forward and kissing Richie briefly.

   Richie had a smile plastered on his face. “Goodnight, Eds.”

   “Goodnight, Trashmouth,” Eddie said before he shut the door. He quietly snuck up the stairs. His mom was still asleep in her chair. He fell back on his bed, a content smile on his face.

   Eddie Kaspbrak was happy.


SO HELLO HERE ARE A FEW NOTES PLS READ TYSM

this ending is ending a. i wrote two endings because i couldnt decide which i liked better

so ending b will be posted after part four as a bonus lil chapter thingy

you can decide whichever you prefer to be canon as i love them both

also im really self concious about this part so please give me your honest feedback ilysm

let me know if you want an epilouge! i would be down to write it

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Rhysand, High Lord of Me Crying

Rhys:

  • Grew up facing racial prejudice (likely from both sides of his heritage) whilst also being taught to racially discriminate against part of his heritage
  • Adored his mother and had to watch her be trapped in a relationship with a man she hated for fear of her losing her wings.
  • Was repeatedly brutalized and whipped from the age of eight and onwards, taught that the only way to survive was to fight and win against others.
  • Had his parents brutally murdered by his best friend and his family (and still tries to stop his own father from returning the favor to said best friend)
  • Inherited a title and court known for its cruelty and malice, despised and feared by the rest of the kingdom, where his own court’s Capital and nobility would view him as weak if he tried to show kindness or mercy
  • Was repeatedly, systematically, and mercilessly raped for fifty years after being robbed of all of his powers
  • Watches the love of his life die before his eyes, and then later has to watch her endure emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Tamlin

Also Rhys:

  • Spends his entire life fighting to destroy racism and unite all species in equality, from lesser fae to humans to high fae. 
  • Tries his damned hardest to be a feminist, despite growing up in a culture where you KNOW feminist critique and writing either wouldn’t exist or would definitely be censored/unpublished and probably considered treason given this whole ‘High Lords Only’ club. Ensured women were a part of his group of advisers to try and learn from own voices on how to be better than society teaches him to be, and made sure that should he ever fall, power should fall to them, not other men.
  • Uses violence as a means to justify the ends (see Feyre’s arm breaking, resolving conflict through battle and war, fighting Cassian to release his post-mating aggression) because he was raised to believe violence was an everyday part of life and a key element of learning and self-imrpovement. Is still able to recognise that these acts were not ideal and apologizes for them (to Feyre) as he did to Cassian and Azriel, who, through he way in which Illyrian conditioning works, he was first set up to antagonize and fight. 
  • Despite his best friend getting his family killed, abusing his mate, aiding in the mass genocide of racial prejudice, he still tries to settle the discord with him without violence and tries to be the better person, be it for morality’s sake or for the sake of others and the kingdom.
  • Finds his own way to exploit the reputation he inherits, preforming as an evil dictator whilst all of his actions are used to help people and try and protect those the system he was born into oppresses and abuses, even if he cannot change it all at once and still struggles at times to identify what is right and what is wrong, and to learn what helps, what doesn’t, and what problems exist with his current attempts to be better. Eventually gives up his ‘evil’ persona when his mate shows him that it is okay and that together they will be strong enough to deal with the backlash and STILL protect the people they care for and have a duty of care to.
  • Has dedicated his own library to victims of rape and abuse, is infinitely careful around his mate who suffered similar issues, and despite never really getting to talk about or reconcile with the hell of sexual abuse, manipulation, and psychological torture he was put through, he still makes himself keep his shit together and stay sane and as compassionate as possible for what he believes in, to the point where the only time his pain is allowed to be expressed is when he’s asleep at night and literally cannot control the nightmares that haunt him
  • Protects his mate and those he loves to the point of being destructively self-sacrificing because he has lost them time and time and time again, but still tries to acknowledge this and let them have their choice, do what they feel they need to do, and not freak out at them when they act on their own accord and endanger themselves because he knows they have freewill and that is their right even when it scares him the fuck to death and probably induces so many flashbacks of all the times he has lost everyone he’s ever loved.

Also Also Rhys:

  • Doesn’t claim to be perfect or the epitome of feminism or ideal morality
  • doesn’t use his reasons to excuse his behavior, but to explain his reasoning as to why he acted as he did
  • Makes mistakes that he still needs to acknowledge, especially regarding Morrigan, but hey ACOWAR is not the end and we know SJM can progress characters a fucking ton over the course of one book (see ACOMAF)
  • Unlike Amarantha, Jurian, Tamlin, and countless others, he never once says he’s ‘the way he is’ because of his past experience. He never uses his own suffering to justify inflicting it upon others. Always, his reasoning comes down to what he thinks will be the best for others and what he thinks will win them safety and protection and happiness in the end, even when those choices are fucking difficult and there is no obvious answer.

Me:

  • He just, he tries so hard and he is so fucking strong in the face of all he’s endured and he cares so much and he just *sobbing* I don’t care if he’s hot or pretty or has the biggest wingspan, he just is such an inspiration for those of us who make mistakes and were raised with views that are harmful to others or perpetrate systems of oppression. HE TRIES AND I RESPECT HIM FOR THAT SO MUCH.

(p.s thanks @my-name-is-fireheart for reminding me why Rhys deserves the world)

Accidental Stabbing (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You tried to stay out of trouble, really you did. But while running from Henry Bowers, you bump into the only group people who seemed to have noticed you since your arrival at Derry. One particularly stupid boy in thick glasses catches your attention as you ‘accidentally’ stab Henry. 

Warnings: Cursing, stabbing someone (I mean… duh), blood, mention of assault, mention of cult activities (it sounds worse that it is, but holy fuck I sound satanic).

Word Count: 1,312

Being a resident of Derry officially sucked ass. Seriously. You glanced behind you as you ran and saw that Henry Bowers was still close behind, shoving little kids and adults alike. Your head snapped back to face front and you prayed that your legs could carry you just a little bit more. Ever since moving here a two months ago, there were a specific group of people you knew to avoid, even if it meant always being quiet and keeping your head down. Not that you were quiet in real life, but it was best not to trigger the anger that you kept locked away. Henry shouted something about you being a slut, his voice louder and closer. Your throat was growing tight and dry but the adrenaline kept you moving, sprinting through the town, ducking under people’s arms, sidestepping old folks, trying not to trample toddlers… All because the Patrick kid from Henry’s gang thought your shorts were too small. Well he can go fuck himself. You think, pumping your arms and legs faster. Fuckin’ pervert.

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pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

◦ word count: 7.7k

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Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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V’s feelings

So, I just finished another Day 9 chatroom, and I really felt like I needed to pour my thoughts into this and create another analysis.


First and foremost, I would like to willingly admit my bias towards V, so that the rest of you can point out flaws in my argument if you feel I was using more emotion and less practicality. This is an open discussion where we can all come together to share our opinions, so please feel free to!!!


Now, as for V’s feelings. ..It seemed that today, I couldn’t stop thinking about what V had said regarding his love being obsession. Of course, I was incredibly pleased with Cheritz for adressing this and making sure the fans know that V’s idea of love is unhealthy and should not be romanticised!!!


But I, like many before me, assumed that he and Rika started out loving one another like any regular couple before everything descended into the seventh circle of hell. We had no reason to think otherwise.


However, the route seems to indicate that V was that infatuated with Rika from a very early stage, though the tendencies perhaps didn’t show up until later on.


I sat back for a moment and had to remember how to breathe as my brain started to peice together the implications.


V, someone most of the fandom has marvelled at for his unconditional love, doesn’t know how to love.


V doesn’t understand love as much as Rika doesn’t. The only people who truly loved him were his deceased mother and Jumin before the RFA.


It took a while for this to sink in, because before this, no one in the fandom knew how utterly and completely lost in the world V actually is.


We had assumed that everything was due to the common side effects of being a domestic abuse victim. And while partially true, we now know that V is much, MUCH more complicated.



V does not understand the world or himself. I have made SEVERAL previous points touching on the fact that V’s infatuation with Rika can’t possibly be regarded anywhere near what a mentally stable person should feel. The fact that he’s not OK and probably never was, even going as far as to theorise about his familial life.


Basically; V, head of RFA, does not know who is and what the hell he’s doing. He stumbles upon Rika, and immediately decides that his life is for her; that loving her wholly and devoting himself to her is the purpose of his entire existence.


Let me rephrase that, for those that do not understand just how intense this is: V literally thought that his purpose in life was to love Rika and give himself completely to her; to let her hurt and destroy him, to let her pick him apart and ruin him whenever it was she wishes.


This isn’t even because Rika implied something- he was always this way. And when the implications came up, he seemed absolutely unphased and accepting of it. That’s… That’s so fucking heartbreaking.


Rika fed into that part of V; she longed for someone to “save” her from the devil within, which even “God” could not save her from, in her words. This encouraged V’s unhealthy infatuation and solidified the idea that, yes; his purpose in life was to be her sun until she wished to extinguish him completely.


This went on going until Rika’s “devil” finally became suffocated by V’s “love”, and she had to flee. (Important to note that she left V because of this, but she did not start Mint Eye due to this. Mint Eye had already been in progression far before this! I’ll link to the post describing that soon.)



Now, V obviously regrets it. He goes into this state of depressing self contemplation and tells the MC that he regrets attempting to love anyone. He regrets allowing himself to share in the joy of love. I had never felt so heartbroken from a VN like this since Seven’s Route. ..


Anyway. MC goes on to say this;


In the first picture, we can see that V and Rika are similar in that way; both wished desperately to experience love, but it was a love that was false and ended in agony. V fell in love with the idea of love so pure and selfless like the sun, something he longed to experience himself- Rika fell in love with the idea of being loved and understood by someone. To me, at least, both fell in love with their wishes and ideals, and they lived that through one another.


And I think the MC is right when she says that their love was tragic. Remember, neither of them ever loved anyone else before, as far as we all know. And this first experience for them was DISASTROUS and damaging. V’s sense of self is even lesser than before



Here we see V wallowing in guilt and self hatred. He scolds himself for ever thinking that he could love someone properly. He scolds himself for ever thinking he deserves love.


He is a broken man- peices of a puzzle that refuse to fit with one another, photographs that tell a disconnected story and incomplete paintings riddled with tear drops.


For all the innocence of character Yoosung and Rika portray, according to Cheritz… V seems pretty innocent as well. He tries to build his way up- tries to fill a void in his soul and tries to save others because he’s too afraid of the idea of saving himself.


I believe Rika when she says that V’s love only made her worse because it “threathened [her] devil” , even though I firmly believe she fed into it continuously and that her actions (hurting V and starting Mint Eye, brainwashing vulnerable people into it) are her own and hers alone. However; I don’t believe her at all when she says that V only wants to sacrifice himself for the sake of nobility. I believe that she believes it, but I don’t agree with it myself.


Because here we see a V that’s so willing to figure out just why he was born in this world- a V who knows not who is nor why he is there, and who cares less about himself than Jaehee does about Elizabeth the Third. He truly wants to put an end to what he believes he started.


And I’m going to end this post on that note. I might make another couple of posts regarding Rika, Ray, and V in general because there’s a lot to sort through in this route. Thank you for reading and I hope you guys are enjoying this route as much as I do!


-Phil

Misunderstanding

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You’ve been secretive around Tom and he’s finally had enough. 

Warnings: Angst, Emotional Tom

A/N: I’m back and ready to attack xx Hope you all enjoy this Imagine :,)


[Reader’s POV]


    Today seemed to go by slowly as you sat around watching people pass around in a blur. Minutes seemed to merge into hours as the morning started turning into the afternoon. Tapping your foot against the bar of the chair you were sitting on. A small hum filling the space around you. 


“Have you seen Tom around?” looking up to the familiar voice you see Chris Evans standing in front of you. Shaking your head no he frowns before taking off towards a different direction. Unlocking your phone you start scrolling through Pinterest again. Your nails tapping against the screen of your phone.

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[ yall stay wanting to bring out the hoe in me lol thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy!! ;) ;) ]

Rated (M) for mature.


Seokjin

I think Jin would be soooo fucking spaced out for a minute - to the point he forgot where tf he was. Breathing heavily after you just finished rocking his world, he couldn’t even feel his body anymore, he was in the spirit realm now. It took a good five minutes for him to catch his breath, and come back down to earth, when he slowly directed his attention to your also sweaty figure - speechless

“Marry me…”

Yoongi 

Yoongi would be on cloud 3000 after this particular orgasm. Not only was it the hardest he had ever came, he hated to admit it, but you being dominate was definitely something he’d consider from now on for the future. From handcuffs, to orgasm-denial, all the way down to a vibrating cock ring, he thought you were planning on torturing him all night - and that’s exactly what you did. 

After finally giving him what he begged for after two whole hours, you were 67% sure that he shot out almost half of his children onto the bed sheets and his stomach. 

Dude didn’t even say anything afterwards, because lord knows he’d pass tf out after something like that. But, hey, actions do speak louder than words.

Namjoon

Don’t even get me started with this man. After an intense orgasm, give him about two minutes to be up and ready for a round two - I bet money on it.

Y’all could have just got done fucking each other from the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the window, to the wall - it didn’t matter -  Namjoon, I imagine, has the hIGHEST sex drive a human being could ever endure. You could have just got done riding him like a stallion, and all this man will need right after cumming damn near everything he had is some water. He’ll be right as rain, after that. 

“Break time’s over; face down, ass up, jagiya.” 

Hoseok

It would be a silent staring contest between the two of you, as you enjoyed your high together. It was your honeymoon, and just his luck he happened to marry the kinkiest little shit in the universe. I don’t think he would even have enough energy for a round two, not after how well you just treated him, that first round felt like thirty. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You breathlessly ask.

Hoseok would slowly glare at you, as he finally found his words. “There is no way in hell that you were a virgin before all this.”

“Hobi, I was a virgi-” 

“wHy tHe fuCk yOu LyINg.” 

Jimin

Another one who would be completely fucked out and in the spirit realm, possibly chilling with Jin. He knew that he just had the most intense orgasm of his life because even when you pulled off him, he was still going! Load after load just streaming out of him, like a faucet, coating his stomach and thighs as he laid on his back in pure bliss. 

“Damn, jagi, I might be the one who won’t be able to walk in the morning!” 

Taehyung 

He would be so proud of you; daddy’s little girl came a long way to where you were the one who had to give the aftercare for once, and he was stuck on his back in exhaustion while staring up at you in awe. If anything, you just made him add another reason to the list on why he should just wife you, already. Prepare to get praised and rewarded for the rest of the night.

“Did I do good, daddy?” 

Taehyung would look up at you slowly, his eyes piercing into yours. As a slow smirk would creep on his face, he’d grin at you slyly, and say: 

“Ready for round two?”

“But, isn’t daddy tired?” You would tilt your head in concern, only for him to gesture to his face before winking. 

“My mouth isn’t.~”  

Jungkook

Honestly, would be JungShook. Like, the two of you had sweat so much that the sheets looked like they just got done going through the washing machine. 

In other words, they were drenched

He’d be so shook, Jungkook would still be whimpering as you continued to ride him to help him through his high - body twitching so much from over-sensitivity that you had to hold him down by his shoulders. After calming down a little, you’d start whispering praises in his ear, soothing him by combing your fingers through his damp hair, while his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. 

“J-Jagi, you feel so good wrapped around me. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop..!” 

And thus, would work him up to the point a round two would commence. 

This prompt was sitting in my massive page of notes, and I don’t know what message it came from, but it was next in line to be written, so!

Neil would be worried that Andrew was cheating (even though he never would) and Andrew would have to reassure him.


There is a winter inside of Neil that he hadn’t had time to prepare for, like he’s living in a summer home that doesn’t know what to do with cold weather other than bow its head and take the damage. 

He’s never been jealous before. He’s never been so willing to kill someone who hasn’t killed anybody first.

He looks up from the breathe in breathe out of day to day life and Andrew is there like the respirator he’s hooked into. If someone looks at Andrew, Neil feels it like a hitch in the machinery of his breathing — what if Andrew looks back? What if he gets enough distance from the bad things in his life that he realizes Neil is just another bad thing in disguise? What if he understands, as Neil does, that he deserves someone who isn’t violent and shaky and dishonest by nature?

He takes Marshall down to the floor of the court, hard. His head spills back in such a way that Neil can tell he’s been concussed, brain pitched back against skull. He scrabbles with Neil’s wrists but Neil pins his hands down on his own throat, pushing in just so. Marshall’s hands flex away from his windpipe. He thinks his own face might be screwed up into a snarl but he’s too numb to tell.

“Did you fuck him?”

Whatthe fuck, Josten, no, do you think he would let me—“

A lift and a slam back into the floor, and Marshall gurgles. “I didn’t ask if he let you. I asked if you fucked him.”

“No, no, I didn’t, Neil, come on.” His voice is garbled, Neil’s hands on his hands on his throat are a sweaty stack. “I know you’re together,” he says quietly, “and I wasn’t… I mean I flirt—I hit on everyone.”

“Not him,” Neil says icily. His fingers curl, Marshall makes a small, wet sound. He thinks about the way that Andrew let Marshall sit next to him on the bench. Neil had been playing, and he’d seen Andrew’s mouth move, talking to another teammate for the first time since they’d signed together. Marshall had thrown his head back and laughed.

Neil had taken a ball to the abdomen and reeled into another striker, been shoved back, started a slurry of violence that ended in a yellow card. When Andrew finally looked at him, it had been with disappointment.

Neil blinks and feels the padding of Marshall’s gear under his thighs, the wheezing rise of his chest. He lets go of his neck and he coughs and gasps.

“You can’t—“ he tries. “He wouldn’t want—“ He hates the ugly way he’s trying to convince himself out loud, the tremor in his voice. “He didn’t come home until morning. He smelled like your shitty menthols.”

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Our Little Secret - Part Thirteen

Summary: Your and Dean’s fight hits you hard, you don’t know how to fix it, you don’t know how to talk it out and now you have to work a case that hits a little too close to home.

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Kink(s)/Square Filled: Touch Starvation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 6500

Warnings:language, fighting, angst, smut, oral, feels

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. I also love the debate that this made last night, it’s so special to see people invested enough in these characters that they pick sides. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me @atc74 and @sylverminx

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are my own

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

The tears stream down your face, hot and messy, you don’t bother to brush them away. You don’t know where you were planning on going, your feet are stuck here in the dimly lit parking lot as your eyes search, brain on overdrive trying to think of something, anything to make this better.

A hand on your shoulder makes you fling around, scared, you hadn’t heard Sam walk up behind you, “Y/N?”

You don’t say anything, just wrap your arms around your friend and let him pull you against him as he tells you that everything is going to be alright.

His arms loosen and he pulls your face up, “Where are you going?”

“I-I don’t know,” you sob, the words tumbling out.

“Come on,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, “nothing’s open now anyways.”

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