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Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

Alternative ending for the final part of my Teacher!Jimin fanfic, since my original post caused so much pain :P

Part I/Part II/Part III/Original Ending

Genre: fluffy and smut

Word Count: 3661

A/N: sorry for everybody who died over the original post hehe… I will add the part links to this post later. I’m posting from mobile for you dying readers.


Tossing and turning, feeling nothing but emptiness next to you. The fantasy was over, the small moments where your heart leaped out of your chest because of how real it felt… all over.

“Sweetheart, Y/N. Come on, it’s time for school.” Your mum called out from beneath the staircase. Although it still made your heart skip a beat when you saw his ethereal figures, it was masked behind this cold look, distant, and not yours.

Oh boohoo, what a problem you have being a highschooler. Oh what shall you ever do if you don’t get to fuck your little teacher toy for one day. The sick laugh rang inside your head as you winced at the voice within you. But in a way, you knew it was true, while everybody around you were beginning to worry about which college they will be going to, your only problem was a boy– a man.


“You guys hide it so well!” Your bestfriend, Mia, declared in the hallway, causing a few looks to be shot at your direction.

“Shush!” You shouted as quietly as you possibly could.

“Seriously though… So you guys have definitely done some thing. What have you guys done.” Mia winked at you and asked with a hushed voice. You couldn’t answer because you began to remember the feeling of Jimin’s lips latching themselves onto every section of your body and the musky smell of your sheets and pillows the morning after. The amount of laundry you voluntarily did without a second thought would have made your mother faint, but so would the reason why. Your hesitation was enough for Mia because she gasped and slapped you harder than you expected on your arm, “Oh my god!”

“Ow! Stop it!” You hissed back, rubbing your arm, the sting only caused you to remember the time Jimin decided it would be fun to slap your ass while ramming into you, making your head spin like never before.

“Oh my god, that just made you think about him again!” She shouted once more. Looking up to avoid her prying eyes, your eyes were instead greeted with the distinct hooded eyes which has followed your every move for the past few weeks when you didn’t realize.

You stared him and you knew he saw the sadness in your eyes. Hell, he didn’t even have to look at your eyes to know. Everything about you has changed ever since he left your home on the Sunday night you parents came. You couldn’t sleep soundly now because of the void of the burning heat that used to warm you up at night, you missed feeling his smooth chest against your palm every time you turned around because he never once let you go during the night. Or how his hair would reflect the sun rays when they hit his hair in the mornings. You hated feeling so lost without him, you kept on telling yourself that you weren’t the type of girl that depended on a man, but so did Jimin, who didn’t think he was the type of guy that relied on a girl so much either.


Walking out of his car everyday after a shitload of work, all he gets to anticipate inside his home was loneliness and piles of paper to grade. No ability to wrap his arms around your soft body, while sprinkling kisses along your neck making you squeal and laugh. Not being able to sleep with the smell of your hair gently tickling his nose and waking up in morning with the beauty of your half awake eyes, angelic morning voice, and the way you still managed to smile so brightly and sincere after a night of hardly any sleep.

These thoughts haunted every empty corners of his house, every time he looked up from the floor, he could imagine you dancing around in glee. It was torture not being able to walk up to you at school and hold you tightly, all he gets to do is stare at you like something he could never obtain in this lifetime. Only a few damn years.


Another day, another dull and uneventful day. Walking into the room, you were gently pushed around by the bustling group of your fellow peers, you took your seat in the middle of room.

“Oooo is that a note from him?” Mia whispered, pointing at the small folded note on your table. What?

Carefully unfolding the sheet of yellow paper, the air seemed have left your lungs, rendering you the inability to breath.

I know what you and Mr. Parks have been up to. You slut.

Your eyes snapped up to look at Jimin, he has never seen you look so scared, causing his mind to run wild with worst possible thing.

“Y/N.” Mia whispered, reflecting the fear in your entire body.

“Mia…” You felt the tears trying to seep their way through your eyes, not feeling the smirk that was facing in your direction.

That’s what you get, bitch.


“Maybe it’s just a joke… I mean, there’s no way anybody would have found out.” Mia hypothesized, trying to ease away your anxiety that was beginning to overwhelm all your sense.

“Seriously?! Nobody would be that specific. Nobody even notices me, why would they send it me?” You groaned, slamming your forehead against the library table. This is what you get, Y/N. Why did you even think for a second that having a relationship with your teacher was a good idea?

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Trust me, tomorrow, it will be like it never happened. When am I ever wrong about these dumb high school pranks? Remember I’m dating the school’s biggest dumbo.” Mia gestured towards her grinning boyfriend with a fake disappointed expression. It doesn’t take a genius to see how in love they were…

Mia was wrong. Mia was dead wrong.

You think you are so smooth, teasing him like that? You are such a whore and everybody knows it.

“Real mature.” Mia sneered at the note, also placed there the next morning. You could see Jimin trying to get your attention without being too obvious, but from the way he was bouncing a little up and down at the bottom of room was far from being sly.

“I don’t care if it’s immature or not. Jimin could get fired and I could get suspended!” You sharply answered, looking around to see who would have placed this threatening note, you saw nothing, but a sea of tired faces trying to get calculus over with. You were tired of this and wanted to face whoever wrote this note, so picking up your pen, you scribbled back, “Why don’t you tell it to my face instead of hiding behind a dumb note?”

“Go Y/N.” Mia encouragingly pumped her fist into the air lightly, praising your forwardness.

Tomorrow couldn’t come faster. You wanted none of this.


You were actually standing alone, after school, in front of the 2nd floor girl bathroom. You could laugh at just how dramatic this all was, but you more worried about whoever this person was, saying it to the school board.

“I’m surprised.” The thickly sweet voice made you spin around to find its source. Standing before you was none other than the female class president, Lauren.

“Lauren?” To say you were shocked was a large understatement.

“You know, if you want to keep your little affair with Mr. Park a secret, you might not want to make him jealous at Jungkook’s party and have him drag you out of the house.” Your cringed at the thought that she was there that night to witness that entire scene.

“You saw th—”

“So how’d you do it? Spread your slutty legs underneath the table? Beg for a good grade?” Oh, this girl should write a story. You were now more than an a little annoyed by her rude assumptions.

“She did nothing of that sorts and I’m more than positive that you can be taken out of student council with making that sort of accusation against another students.” Jimin was leaning against the wall with an grim expression, making both you and Lauren jaw gap wide open. Where did he come from?

“Ms. Lauren, I suggest you take precautions before putting threatening notes on other student’s desks. Ms. Y/N, you on the other hand need to not ever call your teacher to pick you up from a party just because you were drunk. It’s highly inappropriate and this idiotic teenage girl drama? I expect it to be completely over by Monday.” And with that Jimin strolled away, facing his toned back towards you and hands, sophisticatedly placed within his pants pockets. Park Jimin.


“Hey Y/N.” Until now, you’ve always rolled your eyes when people used the phrase “his voice was music to my ears”, but now you were the one forming that thought when you heard him call out for you.

“Jimin…” You weakly whispered back, afraid that someone might overhear you two. Things were looking worst and worst for you two as the last few weeks of school was approaching.

“Just come home with me.” The power he had over you with just the way he spoke your name made you finally realize that you cannot deny how much he has instilled himself into your every thought.

The last time you were in his car your head was very much in pain and you couldn’t see anything clearly other than the roof light glaring at your bloodshot eyes. But now you saw how clean he was, with a few exceptions of gum wrappers in the cup holder.

“I just don’t understand why people leave their car filthy. I’m not a clean freak.” Jimin read your mind as you rotated your neck, observing the car’s surrounding. Your chest vibrated as you chuckled at his declaration, dork.

“So, why are you bringing me home?” You asked, swirling your fingertip on the fogging glass.

“I miss you…” He whispered, like this was the first time he’s admired that out loud, “I don’t mean that complete sexual way.”

“Killed the mood, Jimin.” You laughed at his add-on that he felt like he needed.

“Sorry.” He hung his head a little before taking a turn around the corner into a nice neighborhood complex.

“Jimin…” It was your turn to lower your voice, this was a really nice neighborhood.

You sat in silence as your sat frozen in the car, staring at the house in front of you. Jimin was now staring at you, laughing, and taking his keys out of the ignition.

“Come on babe.” That only made your heart tighten with bittersweet sentiments, why is this so unfair. Taking small steps towards the giant house, you couldn’t wait until your voice came back to you to ask him how the hell he owns this. You almost choked when you saw the interior, it was beautiful, and you could even see the pool in the backyard.

“There’s a fucking fireplace in the middle of the living room.” You gawked at the design of the place, it was ridiculous.

“You like it?” Jimin tossed his bag on the couch and placed your next to you.

“You’re making it sound like we’re looking for a house.” You laughed, once again the feeling returned.

“What is this, Y/N…” He wasn’t in your line of view, standing directly behind you, you could feel the ghost of his breath on the back of your neck. It was the silent question that danced in the air ever since Jimin touched you for the very first time, but both of you were too afraid to ask it.

“I don’t know.” You admitted, wet droplets crawling your cheeks, finally able to show themselves after all this time.

“Shhhh don’t cry, Y/N.” Jimin spun you around, his soft lips made contact with each salty tear and kissed them away. All you knew right now was that you just needed to be close to him, to be able to finally touch him after the weeks of neglect. Weaving your fingers through his lush hair, you sank into his lips with a new found urgency. Everything was going in slow motion as you two venture into the dark abyss of your desires, gripping your thighs and lifting them up to wrap around his torso, he stood there momentarily, having you manipulating every nerve of his body for your will. He wanted to be here forever.

Walking blindly towards the hallway that led to his bedroom, Jimin pressed you against the cold wall, unable to control himself any longer, he rolled himself into your core as he began painting bruises on your neck.

You could feel him through the rough materials of his jeans, which only stimulated the sensation even more. His arms wrapped around your body, ready to lift you into the room.

“No stay.. Stay.” You moaned, grinding yourself into him, making his forehead fall against yours as he winced at the restricting cloth. Your feet touched the ground as he released you from his embrace to pull your top away from you. After each lost of clothing, your lips would be on each other once again, where it be his lips sucking harshly on your neck or you nipping at his earlobe and jawline. His hands were painfully slow when he reached your skirt, reaching behind you and squeezing your ass, making you yelp. Jimin left your skirt on, but ripped off your flimsy pantyhose and panties.

“Does Sir have a skirt kink?” You teased, gasping wantonly when Jimin lifted you up against the wall again.

“I have a Y/N kink.” He grunted, gripping your waist as his swollen lips traveled down to spend some sweet time on your needy breast. Your nipples erected in attention, the way his hands squeezed and massaged your mounds always made you think that you could come right then and there, but then he would move onto sucking down your stomach. You couldn’t even believe he was still holding you up, but suddenly you felt the welcomed intrusion of his length thrusting deeply into your soaked folds. Your back rubbed against the now heated wall, for some reason or another, this felt different. Like it was first time, consuming him, while he entered you over and over again. The built-up was slow, but painfully delicious. Your lips connected with his, but this time it was more harsh, biting and pulling onto his bottom lips, making him hiss at your rough treatment.

The shallow breathing between you two mixed with the sounds of him diving into you was something that will forever be burned into the back your mind, even for years to come. It was in perfect harmony, you couldn’t hold on any longer, your nails raked themselves along his once pale back, which was now decorated with your mark of ownership. All eight red lines of irritation.

“Fuck Jimin…” You gasped, he was pulling almost completely out before slamming back in you. You could feel him in your stomach every time, making you scream in utter pleasure.

Gasping for air, your eyes widen as Jimin moved you towards his bedroom. You were already slightly exhausted, but you knew he could get you thirsting for him as soon as he touched your skin, electrifying all your senses.

Landing onto the bed, you decided to change things up a bit because all this was going too slow for your taste. Hooking your thighs onto his pelvis, you flipped him over until he was under you and completely at your mercy.

“I’m gonna ride you Mr. Park…” Your voice reached a new low octave, so thick with lust, you wanted the man beneath to be withering under your every touch. Jimin noticed your new persona because his lips were tightly bitten when his eyes made contact with your darkened ones.

Gripping his thick shaft, you sank into it, it was impossible how big and hard it still felt. Your small hands placed against his chest, you could feel its expansion increasing in speed as your hips began to move. Quickening your movements, you would immediately slow down when you feel Jimin throbbing within you, ready for release.

“Damn it Y/N. Let me come.” Jimin groaned, frustrated in the position he was in. A faint giggle left your lips, allowing Jimin to know that you weren’t planning on doing that any time soon.

With no restraints this time, he massaged your ass as a warning, which you did not get, and landed a quick slap on it. It bit into your skin, making you moan because of its effect on your constant rocking on his length.

“Faster Y/N.” He commanded, orange hair strewn across his face, eyes squinting dominantly at you. He made you want to give it to him and every fiber of your body hated the power he had over you, but you complied. Skin slapping against skin, your moan and groans echoed throughout the large room, filling up your ears with only sounds of passion.

“Come on babygirl, come for me.” This made you whine, gripping on his shoulder for support, you sank into him in incredible speed that you didn’t know you could, but so did the volume of the scream you released. Collapsing onto his chest, your breathing was erratic, trying to catch your breath every time. Both knowing this will probably be the last time you two were together, you clung onto each other like lifelines. Unable to let go.

“Reality sucks…” You whimpered, tracing his chest with your finger, wanting to memorize every part of his body.

“What if it didn’t…” This made you look up to his brown eyes. You suddenly felt all the energy lost, rushing back into you.

“What do you mean Jimin. Now is not the time for joking around.” He was telling you what you’ve wanted to hear for the past few weeks, but how?

“I don’t mean to brag, but if you haven’t noticed, I’m pretty well off.” He waved it hands around, gesturing towards the large house you two were in.

“I was going to ask you about that.” You laughed, observing how chic everything looked, “Did you rob a bank?”

“Yes. My father’s bank precisely.” You could hear the fringed cockiness in his voice, making you duck into his chest, laughing.

“So you are rich…”

“Pretty much.” And so Jimin explained how his father owned the half of the popular malls of your state and how he decided to become a teacher to get away from the lifestyle that drove his brother away from his family. You voiced your sympathy, but Jimin told you it was not necessary because that was only reason why he could have become a teacher. “And that’s the only way I could have met you.”

“Cheeseball.” You booped his nose, making him wriggle it like a child.

“I’ll just teach at a highschool by your college. I’m smart guy if you haven’t noticed.”

“I can’t see past the ego that is just pouring out of you. But I haven’t noticed because I am more focused or other things during class if you ask me.” You smirked, cocking your eyebrows suggestively.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty naughty.” Jimin rolled you over until you were underneath him, as the tickling and sweet kisses began sprinkling along your body.


Running your hands along the wall with plaster peeling off its side, the memories that were secretly written on every edge. Who knew it will would all go by so quickly, graduation ceremony was over and now you were left alone to mindlessly wander through the halls of a place that you knew you will miss, but you now that a new chapter in life to look forward to.

Probably not the day when Jimin will be introduced to your parents, but that can wait, you began laughing as you imagined the look on their faces. So it’s not the best idea to tell them everything.

Walking towards the room that changed your life ever since you took first step onto its scratched up wooden floor, you saw the mirage of your boyfriend sitting at his desk, glasses sliding down from his nose and working the endless pile of papers.

“Hello beautiful.” A smile broke through your face as you felt his chest warming your body. Turning around you saw Jimin smiling down at you, so much to the point where you could no longer see his eyes.

“Hello Jimin.” You reached up for his collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. Breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that all the secrets were no long secrets, Jimin hands landed on the small of your back and pressed into the kiss even more. Backing up to the table that will forever be imprinted with your bodies, clinging together the first time, you two laughed when your back hit the edge of the table.

“Ow!” You yelped, rubbing your back.

“You weren’t saying that last time we were here.” Jimin retorted. There were many things I was saying the last time we were here.

“Care to show me?” You tugged his hair, ready to smash your lips against his plump ones. “Mr. Park–”

“Y/N?” Your heads snapped towards the door, you shoved Jimin onto the floor and away from you. You heard Jimin grimace at the pain, but you were too shocked to react properly.

“Mum, dad, boyfriend.” You pointed at the awkwardly sprawled out boy on the floor, who was now waving rigidly at your parents who were crossing their arms and looking at you two. While your dad looked like he could punch a hole into Jimin, your mum was trying to keep a straight face. Your palm immediately contacted your face as you groaned in embarrassment.

Not exactly how I pictured it would go.


HAPPY? Hope you enjoyed it xx

//gif is not mine, but the boy is;)//

Title: How Do You Heal?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Rating: PG-13, due to drug use and hostage situation. Do not read if either of the two are triggering. 

Words: 956

I’ve been working at the BAU for nearly three years, and never once have I slipped up on anything. But, of course, the one time I do, it results in my taking hostage. It was hell, quite literally, to be stuck in a room with a sadistic serial killer. I was just his type, I knew I was, but I couldn’t wait for the rest of my team to show up. I had to play the hero.

So here I was, strapped to a metal chair, in a cold, dark, and damp room. I had yet to see the man who had taken me captive, as he had been wearing a mask every time he came in the room, but I had an idea of what he looked like. Male, late 30’s, white. A clammering came from the large door behind me, making me jump in fear. It had been nearly 24 hours, and my team had yet to find me. I’ll spare you the gory details of what the man had done to me over the last day, but think of the worst possible thing that could happen to a person, beside being killed, and you’re probably correct.

The bruises on my arms burned as I began to pull against my restraints once more. I knew it was useless, but I had to keep trying. My body was exhausted, my eyes were red and bloodshot, but I had to hang in there, I knew the team would find me… Wouldn’t they?

Another bang came from behind the door, causing the tears to run from my eyes. God, I knew if they didn’t find me soon, I was done for. Soon, a series of thuds sounded against the metal door, and I cried out in relief, knowing it had to be my team. The man had the door locked, I knew that, but he wouldn’t have lost the key. He wasn’t unorganized.

With one final thud, the metal door fell to the ground, as the familiar voice of Spencer Reid rang through the room, “(Y/N)!”

He ran to me, dropping his gun onto the floor once he realized it was safe. He pulled against the straps on my arms and legs, getting them free, as I cried in joy to see my team had pulled through. As soon as I was able to move, I wrapped my arms around Spencer, thankful to finally be able to control my body.

“It’s alright (Y/N), I got you. I got you,” Spencer soothed, holding me in his arms, and rubbing my back. He picked me up, and started our journey outside to the ambulance. The entire time, he was whispering to me about how proud he was I made it through this. I was finally going to be okay again…


Nearly a month had passed since I was rescued, and the time Hotch had given me to recover was almost over. I assured him that I could work, but he was having none of it. He ordered me to wait, get healthy again, and frequently visit a doctor for checkups. I did the first two things, but I refused to do the last.

Nights were terrible for me. Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw that room. I saw the man, and I relived the things that happened to me. I hadn’t been sleeping much, until I found out that my neighbor just so happened to be a drug dealer, and was more than willing to give me just the thing I needed to forget.

I was always careful with it, knowing that I couldn’t inject myself when someone was going to check on me. They were profilers, for Christ’s sake, I think they would know if I was high. But today, the team was on another case in California, so I had more than enough time to forget everything, and be back to normal by the time they got back.

With a belt around my arm, I grabbed the needle, and plunged it into my arm. I groaned, rolling my eyes back into my head, as the liquid pushed into my veins. Instantly, I fell asleep on the floor of my living room.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes to a frantic voice, it was dark throughout my apartment. Spencer was kneeling in front of me, his eyes watery, his voice nearly gone from his yelling for my attention. I looked down, seeing the belt still looped around my arm, but the needle was sitting next to Spencer.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. “(Y/N), why would you do this to yourself? You know you can talk to me, always. Always.”

“Spence, I-”

“(Y/N), I know it hurts. I do, I really do. Before you joined the team, the same thing happened to me. But the man who kidnapped me, Tobias, he injected me with Dilaudid. I- I struggled with the same thing you are.”

“Spencer… I had no idea,” I started, gulping as I shivered in his arms.

“This isn’t about me, (Y/N). I want you to know that I’m here for you. I can take time off, I’ll ask hotch. Just, let me help you, please.”

With tears in my eyes, I clung to the tall man. I had no idea what to do. It felt so good, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I needed it. It helped me.

“Spencer… How do you heal?” I cried.

“With a lot of hard work, and a lot of support. But you can do it, (Y/N). I know you can.”


“I wish you kids the best, but if you don’t mind a bit of fatherly advice, I just don’t see much of a future for you two. I don’t sense a lasting relationship. And not just because I plan to kill the both of you, but you got a bumpy road ahead.”