#THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAAAAKE

[tubattutu]

✧˖°♡ ass or boobs ?

summary: txts preference for ass or boobs !

warnings: smut, nipple play in soobins and kais, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, riding, nicknames (baby, good girl), lmk if i missed any !

a/n: this wasn’t requested but it just popped up in my head and i had to do this😭

— yeonjun - ass

he def loves your ass, especially when you guys are doing it in doggy style

‘fuck- just like that baby..’ yeonjun groans, squeezing your ass cheek as his balls slap against your ass, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you. all you could do was let moans spill from your lips, a high pitched moan escaping your mouth as he spanked your ass, the bed softly creaking as he increased his pace.

— soobin - boobs

he LOVES your boobs, definitely loves sucking on them when you two are alone finally

‘soob..’ you whine, your fingers softly running through his smooth hair. his tongue skillfully ran over your nipple, his pouty lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, softly sucking on your nipple. his hands fondled and gently squeezed your breasts, his breath hitching a bit as you gently scratched his scalp.

— beomgyu - ass

def loves watching it as you do it in reverse cowgirl

‘s-shit.. shake that ass for me baby..’ he pants, his deep voice only making you wetter as you bounced on his cock, a soft, low moan escaping his mouth as you pussy takes his cock so well, his hands softly running over your ass and bucking his hips up a bit. you let out a soft moan, bouncing on his cock a bit faster. his lips part, his hands moving to grip your hips, squeezing them.

— taehyun - ass

a lot like yeonjun, loves watching it and spanking it in doggy style

‘such a good girl for me..’ he groans, pounding into your cervix quickly as your ass jiggles with each thrust, loud, soft moans uncontrollably slipping out of your mouth, his cock so deep inside you, you felt like you could feel it in your stomach. he spanks your ass, leaving a light pink mark on your skin, increasing his speed. you whine his name, your fingers softly gripping onto the sheets beneath you to hold on.

— hyuka - boobs

like soobin, loves sucking on them a lot, especially when you ride him

‘so good..’ he murmured, his voice whiny as he watched you grind against his cock, his cheeks a soft, light pink and his lips slightly swollen from the long make out session you both had previously. his eyes darted to your tits, biting his bottom lip to hold back any moans, but it wasn’t really doing much clearly. he sits up a bit, his pink lips wrapping around your nipple as he suckled softly, moaning against your skin and squeezing your tits.

[koushirouizumi]

@izumikoushiroweek

(For Reblog day!) {Belated} [*Though the intended 'pair' was/Is Koushiro x Taichi, it can also be viewed as semi canon-compliant; Especially as "friendship" specifically was also an intent meant for this AMV.]

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[toronbo]

im gonna be On One for a while about this

eow was such a nongame, like. there was no Depth, no real Story, it was Actually scrapped together in a day???? there is no replayability to experience a fun or even Good story. the puzzles and fights arent CHALLENGING, theyre just clunky and annoying to do because all you do is sit there and send out your monsters. the puzzles are the equivalent of baby toys. "when we've adopted a game plot that was not in line with other games in the series because we prioritized gameplay, we've been told by our fans that it didn't make sense." MAAAAKE IT MAKE SENSE?? YOU GUYS HAVE EVERYTHING RIGHT THERE??? ITS LIKE THEY THINK OF STORYTELLING AS A PROBLEM AND AN OBSTACLE TO MAKING A GAME RATHET THAN SOMETHING THAT ENRICHES THE EXPERIENCE AND IS ESSENTIAL????? not even mentioning that the gameplay sucks shit, but i digress

one of my friends just said "The only replay value is for people who enjoy breaking the game or finding multiple solutions to the most mundane puzzles lol" and honestly yeah! and its like... sure, fun may be subjective if you like to fuck around with stuff, but why would you strip a game known for its consistency regarding difficulty over the years and reduce it to "heeho look at how i can cheese this" ? like there are a ton of sandbox games out there! make a new series, or properly balance it with the stuff the series is known for!

this game really felt rushed and pieced together with so many inconsistencies and references to other games that didnt matter in the end, it just felt like it was shovelled out as fast as possible to generate hype over playable zelda for the first time ever and make big money and not be a Good Game ?

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[sweetainwen]

HIGH - [KNJ]

Summary: When the calls from a stoned guy are not just normal calls.

Pairings: Yandere!Namjoon x fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Disclaimer: This story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it. I do not own BTS or any K-pop group who will appear in this fiction.

Warning: Mature content ahead, yandere, cbsession, manipolative namjoon (i’m scared myself), slight smut, drugs, killings.

Word count: 9.4k

Do not romanticise this.

A/N:

it’s my first time writing on tumblr, english is not my first language so i apologize for any grammatical errors and typos.

ENJOY!

High. 

An euphoric feeling pervading your body and mind, clouding you, caused by the drugs. 

But that feeling could also be caused by someone special to you, making you feel like you were high.

Maybe both. 

Together.

And the third option was his case. But when you were high…

you were often doing things you shouldn’t be doing.

***

A quiet night. A peaceful place. Nothing could ruint that. 

Unless someone called her amidst the night, irking her nerves and interrupting her sleep. 

- What the fuck is your problem?! - 

Noices, disturbance. 

Then a hoarse giggle. - You’re still so loooovvvvely when you get mad. - 

The call ended and she found out that that person was high by the sluggish, slurred way he spoke to her.

***

Another call.

In the middle of the night, while watching a horror movie.

Noices and disturbance again. 

- Wh-! - 

- You have the moooost beautiful smile IIIIII’ve eeeever seen, you know? -

 The call ended again without her being able to answer. She looked at her cellphone with a surprised and confused face. 

She didn’t know who that person was, what he wanted to achieve, but she was sure of one thing:

He was high again.

***

The third call. At night again. 

She was at her best friend’s house to have fun with him along with the others, now playing cards on the dining room table.

Once again noices. Once again disturbance. 

- Your straaaaiiiightforward and altruiiiiistic personality is what maaaakes me aaaadmire you. - 

Another giggle. Then he hang up. She snorted in disbelief, not understanding what the heck he was trying to do.  

Her friends noticed her incredulous state.

- What happened? - 

Asked Jin perplexed near her, one of his hand on her shoulder and the others looking at her.

 And she answered by telling them what was happening, remembering that he was high again.

***

He was calling her on purpose. He had her number, but she didn’t know how. And she blocked him, her friends agreeing with her choice. 

- Don’t worry. - Jin said and also caressed her head with a reassuring smile. 

That was something odd, truly. But it ended as fast as it started and she was relieved. Next thing she knew, one of her friends was on the news.

Kim Seokjin. Dead. A fall from the Bridge.

His family was devastated. She and her friends were devastated.

How could it be possible? A fall from the bridge? Seriously? 

And her phone lit up at night. Noices. Disturbance. And her heart stopped. 

- Jia… - She didn’t let him finish his sentence and hang up on his face. Jia trembled.

𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎!

He was high.

Again.

***

He called her with a different number. It was really getting creepy.

She had thought it was just a stoned guy calling the wrong number, but it wasn’t. How did he know her name? Was it someone she knew? His voice was deep, yet she couldn’t think of anyone she was familiar with. 

The background noices from the other end of the phone also prevented her from recognizing him. She went to the police to search for help, but they said it was not sufficient for hunting that person down.

Bunch of bullshit.

- I would like to sue them for negligence, but they’d win with a snap of their fingers. Little pieces of trash. – blurted out Namjoon with disgust, seated with them at her house, before changing his tone of voice into a sad one: – I’m sorry for your loss, guys. – 

Jia and the others just smiled sadly. And then a call. When they decided to sleep over at Yoongi’s house. She heard a sigh. 

- IIIII wish to see you moooore, but you are aaaaaaalllllways with them-! -

The phone was snatched away from her by Yoongi, who saw her in the living room and fastly went near her. 

- Don’t answer him. - and he closed the call. - Block him. If he uses another number, block him again. It’s just a freaking asshole. - 

Maybe because that was a good distraction from Jin’s death, but she wanted to know.

Why were there noices?

Why did he only call her when he was high?

***

- These are legit questions, Yoongi. - 

She tried to get her phone from him, but he stretched his arm away from her reach, shaking his head. And Jia furrowed her eyebrow. 

- Please, Jia. I don’t want to lose you too. - 

And her breath hitched at his pleading tone, bringing her to hug him tight. Then they cried silently. And another tragedy happened.

Min Yoongi. Dead. Heart attack.

Jia cried her heart out on her bed. She lost another important person. Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok lost another important person. She couldn’t accept it. She didn’t want to. Neither did they.

What the fuck was happening?! She was in a freaking nightmare!

Her phone buzzed on her nightstand, but she didn’t move a finger. Then again and again. Leading Jia to grap it with a tired and angry state of mind. And before he could speak, she did it. 

- LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, YOU SCUMBAG! - 

She screamed her lungs out after hanging up the call, tears streaming down her face.

It hurt like fucking hell!

And he heard it.

Her scream.

In front of her apartment door. His phone still near his ear. Before walking away.

With hurt.

***

She had the strange feeling that their deaths were not a coincidence. They couldn’t be. Or maybe it was Jia’s pain talking for her.

- Why don’t we go to the arcade? Mmh? It might help you put your mind at ease. At least now. - 

Namjoon’s soft and caring voice was to melt someone’s heart. He was her co-worker and they clicked instantly together. 

Their first meeting in the company was hilarious: they were in the coffee bar and he broke a mug, but the handle was still between his fingers. His puff and done expression made her laugh heartily at the scene, catching his attention and she apologized for her reaction.

He was funny, gentle and clumsy. She liked his personality. - 

Thank you, Namjoon. You’re so sweet. – Jia cooed at his blushing cheeks and grin after her words. - I want to ask the others. – 

- Oh! Do it! I was about to ask you that. – 

And it was fun. Indeed. 

Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung would take glances at her from time to time, making her roll her eyes at their childish behaviour. 

- When will you be dating? – Jimin questioned jokingly while slightly elbowing her and wiggling his eyebrows. 

- Don’t get me started, Shorty. – 

And he pouted. 

- Ouch! Come on, Jia! – Jungkook chimed in, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders. - He is still growing! – 

- You little piece of-! – Jungkook run away from Jimin and the latter went after him, making Taehyung and Jia giggle and leaving them alone. 

- Give it some thought, though. – she looked at him and Taehyung did the same. – I think he’s a good match. – he exhaled before speaking again: - And that… he likes you. – 

She pointed at herself: - Me? – 

Her friend hummed and nodded, smiling. Jia shifted her attention to Namjoon and Hoseok, busy playing a coin-op with serious faces, and smiled. 

They liked him that much, huh?

And after she got home, Jia was the one who called him. 

He answered. 

Noices.

 - Who are you? - 

- A person. – he breathed out, amused. 

- Then… why do you only call me when you’re high? – 

Just noices and no voice. 

- Because it’s the only time I can talk to you about how I feel about you. – he giggled sadly. – And also the only time you’re not with them. -

Rage.

Despair.

Pain.

So he rang off. His gaze fixed on the door. Still unable to ring the doorbell and confess.

Because he was thwarted.

***

- Try changing your number. – 

Jungkook suggested before taking a bite out of his burger, standing with Taehyung next to him and facing Jia who was sitting on the bench along with Namjoon and Jimin. 

She shook her head while sipping her drink: 

- I’m sure will find way to get the new one. Ignoring his calls it’s the best solution. – 

They were out to enjoy some time together and ordered from mcdonalds their dinner: coke, burgers and chips. 

- So you’re going to keep doing this until he stops? – Taehyung asked doubtful, eyes narrowed.

- If it’s necessary… - she trailed off and a slight smack on her head followed after her words, leaving her surprised and she looked to her left:  – What the hell bro?! - 

Jimin pinched her cheek this time, making her groan in pain. 

- Are you seriously considering the words of a freaking stoned stranger who could very well be a freaking psycho, for all we know? - 

- No! However, knowing what he wants will allow us to find a good solution to this freaking situation! Stop pinching me! - she slapped his hand away, pouting angrily at him. 

- You deserve it. - 

Jungkook smirked. Namjoon giggled slightly at their interaction with each other, a burning feeling in his chest. 

- You guys are so close… - 

Five pair of eyes were on him now. The three young men gave him a knowing smirk as Jia smiled tenderly at her co-worker. 

Hoseok blinked at few times and cleared his throat instead. 

- Don’t be jealous, lover boy. - Jimin joked around, leaning back on the bench backrest with his head back and never taking his eyes off Namjoon. 

- Jimin! - 

He looked at Jia: - What? - 

And he laughed along with Taehyung and Jungkook. 

- Don’t listen to them. - she caressed his arm with a chuckle and he blushed hard. 

Jia cooed at his reaction, her heartbeat increasing. He was such a sweet guy…

 And Hoseok, sitting next to Namjoon, caught her attention. He was looking at the distance, quietly. 

She blinked, but he was now looking at their friends while shaking his head at their behavior.

Maybe she saw wrong.

And now back at her house, her cell phone buzzed. Like every night, she would have answered.

But she didn’t.

And this added more pain to him. His head against the door. Crying silently. With his mind full of negative thoughts.

𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎.

***

Jia smiled as she watched Namjoon happily eating his food, seated accross each other on a table, her elbow on the table and her hand supporting her chin.

He invited her for a dinner out in a restaurant and she immediataly accepted. She thought about what Taehyung said to her and decided to give it a try. He was the description of the man she would want as a life partner.

But in that respect it was a little early. She wanted to know him more before everything. And he finally noticed her stare, swallowing the piece of food in his mouth. 

- Why… are you looking at me like that? – 

Jia shrugged: - You just have… something. – 

- Like? – Namjoon blinked before taking his glass of water and taking a sip, still looking at her. 

- Handsomeness. – 

The young man choked on his water, placing the glass down and coughing lightly a few times, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red and his heart beating faster. She chuckled under her breath, even her face slightly red. 

- Too bold and straightforward? – 

- No! I was just surprised! – 

- It’s true, though. You’re handsome. - 

Namjoon grinned, his eyes sparkling like gems and Jia lost her breath at that.

Ah… seriously…

***

- We have a couple here, guys! – Jimin exclaimed with a naughty smile through the video call, pointing his finger at Jia, who rolled her eyes. – He was such a gentleman! He opened the door of his car for me! He was so cute and adorable! Even when I said he was handsome! – he imitated her, changing his tone of voice to a more feminine one and gesturing with his free hand and head as he fluttered his eyelashes occasionally. 

- Don’t start doing it like rabbits, please! Don’t wanna hear you scream when I’m at the door of your apartment to visit you. – Jungkook teased her before sticking his tongue out. 

- At least let them get to know each other better, you dickhead! - Taehyung interjected while laughing and holding his stomach. 

Jia covered her face with her free hand, so done with them: - Remember me why I’m your friend. I really can’t explain it. - she said before taking a sip from her glass of water. 

Taehyung did a finger heart and spoke theatrically:- Because you love usssss, oh ma lady! - 

Jia burst out laughing and caught a glimpse of Hoseok at the left corner with a smile.

A sad one.

- Hey, are you okay, Hoseok? - 

The others stopped laughing and waited for his answer. 

- I just… Jin would have said he was still the most handsome and Yoongi would have asked you to check if he snore, so your sleep wouldn’t have been interrupted. - 

Silence engulfed them. 

- I’m imagining it. - Jungkook agreed with a gloomy aura. - I miss them. - 

Jia sighed. And at the top of her display a call.

His call.

- He’s calling again. Jeez. - she mumbled wearily, rejecting the call, but the guys heard her. The melancholic atmosphere changed into a cautious one. 

- Even though you are ignoring him? - Hoseok asked surprised. 

Jimin groaned loudly: - A freaking nightmare! -

Wrath.

Fury.

Betrayal.

And a fist collided with the door. Making Jia scream and turn around. 

He trembled. His heart squeezing painfully. Then ran away. And Jia heard his fast footsteps as well. 

- What happened?! - 

- Are you okay?! - 

- What was that?! - 

Their voices overlapped, worried.

- I think… He… He knows where I live. He… He was here. - 

She was shaking in fear, like her voice. 

- You won’t stay alone anymore! Stay with your parents or one of us! I don’t fucking care! Hide and wait for us to come, ok? – Hoseok  blurted out worriedly as Jia watched them move in an agitated and hurried manner, keys tinkling and quick footsteps in the background. 

She did like they said. Teary eyes and heart squeezing.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎?!

***

- You decided to stay with your parents then. – 

Jia nodded at Namjoon’s words, crossing her arms over her chest. She had told him everything and now they were walking together in a park. 

She had also informed Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok and her parents that she would be in his company. Now they wanted to know any movement she made, which was quite logical. 

- If you need anything, I’m here. I’d like to know where you’re going too. Having an extra hand is always helpful. – Jia halted and looked at him, causing the young man to stop as well.

Admiration.

Appreciation.

How could you not feel anything for this man?

She grabbed his hands, caressing his palms gently. And Namjoon shuddered at the contact, his heart pounding hard. 

- You know… the others said to give a chance. –

He blinked, confused: - To… To what? – 

She smiled widely: - To us together. – 

- What?! – he was caught off guard. 

- You don’t want to? – 

- Of course I want to! – he claimed otherwise, now bringing her hands to his chest in the heat of the moment. - I would love nothing more than that and forever! – 

Upon hearing what he himself had said, his face was red like a tomato and Jia was astonished. He was literally head over heels for her! She leaned closer and brought her arms around his waist, hugging him tighty and burying her face in his chest.

 - It’s like you, here, were planned. At the right time. Right place. – her voice cracked. – As if Jin and Yoongi had sent you to me. – 

Namjoon got sad, understaning her feelings, and engulfed her in his arms. She was crying. 

- Shh… Let it out. I’m here. – he whispered, stroking her head. It marked the first day together.

 And that night, Jia noticed the stoned guy wasn’t calling her.

***

A blessing. Lighthearted. Euphoria.

Pure euphoria.

And after looking at small sachet with white powder inside, he throw it in the bin.

He didn’t need it anymore.

He glanced at the cell phone in his hand and went to his bedroom nightstand, tossing ita way.

He no longer needed it.

So he thought.

***

He stopped calling. He really did. They were so relieved, but didn’t want to take their guard down. 

Things like that were never a good sign. That was what Jimin believed. Like the calm before the storm.

 - If that’s really the case, he will not find us unprepared. – Jungkook looked at Hoseok, then Jimin and Taehyung seated across from him with a knowing smile. – Right, guys? –

As an answer, Jimin and Taehyung smirked and bumped their fists together, next to each other. Hoseok nodded and smiled slighty. 

They were having dinner at Jia’s house. And she looked at everyone, seated at the head of the table, with soft eyes and a light heart. These were their normal days before everything happened. 

She was hoping to see them again. Jin and Yoongi would have said the same. And once again, she saw it. Hoseok’s face. 

That face, but with a variation. His gaze often to her right. Then to Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung. Again to her left. 

He was doing it discreetly, nonetheless, she noticed him. Jia followed the direction of his look and confusion took over her when she discovered that his attention was on Namjoon. 

The surprise was greater when she saw him staring at Hoseok. 

What was happening?

And in the blink of an eye, they were back to normal. She gulped and bit her lower lip, feeling nervous. 

Was she going crazy? 

She snapped out of her thoughts when something hit slightly her feet and looked up to her left at Jimin, finding him with a hand stretched towards her and the other on his chest in a melodramatic manner. 

- A penny for your thoughts, m’lady? – She squinted her eyes and hit him as well under the table with her foot and Jimin groaned  in pain, massaging the affected ankle. 

- Shit, woman! It hurts! - 

- You started it. - Jungkook stated. 

- You deserve it. - Taehyung added. 

And they laughed as Jimin pouted and Jia stuck her tongue out at him. Namjoon giggled, amused by their behavior and Hoseok covered his mouth with his hand to contain his laugh. 

Then Namjoon looked at Hoseok. And the latter blinked.

Oh, it was too good to be true…

Another friend. Another life.

Park Jimin. Dead. Car accident.

Desperation.

Loss.

Why the fuck was this happening to them? And after a long time, he called. But was left unanswered. Then a message on her voice mail. When she decided to listen to it, her world fell apart. 

Her cellphone slipped out of her trembling hands, with which she covered her ears, her chest going up and down. His words echoing in her mind like a broken record.

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐉𝐢𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. –

He giggled.

Like a fucking psychopath.

And now she was sure that he was the one who had killed them.

***

He talked too soon. He should have known better. She was a gem, everyone would have tried to take her away from him.

Friends my ass.

He looked round his room, which was completely upside down due to his fury. Because he was out of drugs and needed them. A few days without them brought him to almost show withdrawal symptoms in front of her. He was so close to achieving his goal, yet there was consistently someone blocking him. He also exposed his doings through the phone to her.

Rage.

A rage that would anihilate every single person. He had other friends to take care of.

Indeed.

***

Guilt.

Conflict.

Contradictions.

He was wrong. He was the worst. He glanced at the small sauchet in his hand before reading again what he wrote to him.

> Bring more, I’ve run out.

He squeezed between his fingers what had led him to corruption and  betrayal. His heart crying. He was an accomplice. And he was also killing them by doing nothing other than watch him carrying on with his plan. He did nothing.

Nothing.

He was a fucking killer.

***

- What?! Are you serious?! – Taehyung snapped at the police officer, shocked. – Are you telling us that this – he pointed at Jia’s phone on the desk. - is not enough evidence to conduct an investigation?! - 

- This is unbelievable! – Jungkook breathed out, bringing his hands to the back of his head. Hoseok sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Namjoon poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, exhaling deeply. 

- That’s why people don’t trust the police: - Jia spoke, taking the phone back. - you are a bunch of corrupted pieces of trash. - 

And she walked away, followed by Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok. Namjoon glanced at everyone present before doing the same. And the police officers silently listened to her insults, because apparently she hit the jackpot.

- Please, guys, never stay alone. We are the only ones who can help each other. – Jia pleaded them, her hand now reaching for Namjoon’s before intertwining their fingers. – Namjoon, you’re not excluded. You may be his target too, for all we know. –

- We can take turns in our houses: each night we will sleep in a different one. – suggested Hoseok, arms crossed. 

Namjoon smiled and nodded: -  I can also stay at my parents’ after explaining the situation. Thank you, guys. – 

- You are Jia’s boyfriend, bro. – Jungkook said, patting his shoulder. – You’re one of us now. –

Now Jia and Namjoon were sitting on a park bench, admiring the sunset sky. The former had her head resting on the latter’s shoulder, her left arm round his right one. 

She looked up at him and he returned her gaze. And their lip met softly, their hearts beating faster. After the kiss, she caressed his cheek with her free hand and Namjoon smiled widely, melting her heart. 

Then Jia noticed something and frowned, concerned: - Why are your eyes red? Did you cry? – 

Namjoon blinked a few times, caught off guard: - Oh! No, no! Maybe something got in my eyes. – 

She chuckled: - Crying is not a weakness, Namjoon. It shows that you’re human and have emotions. It’s your strengh. – 

He tucked a strands of hair behind her ear, eyes sparkling with love and affection.

- You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. – 

Jia froze. For a split second, at the end of his sentence, his voice mixed with the stoned guy. An overlap of two very similar voices. But she shrugged off that feeling.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

And Jia smiled, kissing him again and making his cheeks red. She laughed.

***

- I’m sure Jia is blaming herself for all this. – Taehyung spoke after a long silence as he, Jungkook and Hoseok were seated on the sofa in his apartment before taking a sip from his can of beer. T

he two of them looked at him, agreeing with his words in ther heads. 

- We won’t let her think so. It’s all that psychopath’s fault. Why does she have to fell like that? She is the victim. – Jungkook explained, sipping from his can of beer too while Hoseok looked at his can with a sorrowful expression on his face.

- Let’s take her to the amusement park. She loves those places. – Taehyung recommended, smiling at an old memory that came to mind. 

- You’re right. – Jungkook smiled. - She will forget for a moment this situation. And we need to find a solution too. – 

- We will. Somehow. – Hoseok chimed in.

Hoseok came back after buying a bag full of snacks to eat now from the convenience store. He headed to the guest room where he was sleeping, unaware that…

Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook were dead. Overdose.

And he didn’t call her.

***

They gulped sleeping pills.

How?

How did he kill them?!

Then an idea popped up in her mind. - He was not alone. – Jia spoke up suddenly, standing near the couch with Namjoon, Hoseok and her parents seated on it in the old couple’s house.

Pain.

- Do you think he has an accomplice? – Namjoon asked her and she looked at him, nodding. 

- You can’t do this without any help. – Hoseok sighed, mussing his hair: - What do you want to do? - 

- Something! Everything! - Jia exclaimed, gesturing with her hands. - I want him to root in fucking jail! - her voice cracked, tears rolling down her face. - I want this nightmare to end! - 

- Jia. Jia, look at me. - she did what Namjoon said as he got up, went near her and grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles. - We will try. Ok? - 

Her lips quivered and she took his hands between hers, nodding. Namjoon pressed her lips on her forehead, closing his eyes and huggin her. 

Jia’s parents and Hoseok just watched their interactions. 

- He seems a good person, Hoseok. - 

The aforementioned young man looked at the gentleman, smiling weakly at his whispered observation: - Yes, Uncle. He is. - 

- I won’t mind him being my son-in-law. - added the lady, the corner of her lips upward, looking at her husband. 

- Too soon, honey. -

- Just saying, love. - Hoseok just listened to them while his eyes were fixed on his friends, before gulping and looking away.

Desperation.

That night they waited patiently…

But he didn’t call her.

Again.

***

Days after days went by, but…

That fucking psychopath vanished.

Jia couldn’t understand. Her parents, Hoseok and Namjoon thought that on the one hand it was a good thing: he was not harassing her.

However, Jia disagreed.

What the heck were they thinking?

A good thing? A murderer on the loose was a good thing?! Her friends’ murderer?! And there it was again. That lingering thought.

Fault.

He would call her. He wanted something from her. And the others got in the way.

It was her fault.

Their only way out of this situation was no longer there.

A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and a chin rested on her shoulder. 

- Stop. – 

- Stop what? – 

She continued to cut the vegetables on the cutting board on the kitchen island. 

- I know that face. Stop blaming yourself. – 

Namjoon’s voice was so gentle… 

It made her cry. 

- Hey, hey… - he grabbed her hands, putting the knife down, and made her turn around to look at him. – You are not the one to blame. You are innocent. Karma will find him and punish him. Believe me. Mmh? – 

- I… I can’t help it. – she blinked. – My mind is… completely… - 

Jia couldn’t finish what she wanted to say, and sniffed.

He kissed her and hugged her: - Believe me. He will find his end soon. - 

After a while, they pulled away and Jia wiped her tears away with her hands.

Namjoon smiled: - Better? – 

- You always make me feel better. – 

He blushed, chewing on his lip and Jia giggled, beginning to kiss him breathless.

Namjoon’s heart exploded, fingers bruising her hips. He nipped at her lip, causing her to gasp. He started walking forward, leading her to move her feet backward while undressing themselves of their sweaters and his hands unbuckling her bra. 

Her back made contact with the wall, her fingers in his hair pulling lightly, making him grunt in delight. Holding his chin firmly as her tongue met his and his hand palming one of her breast, causing her lover to let out a moan, they got rid of the last pieces of clothing that stood in the way of their carnal union. He lifted her by her thighs, her legs now around his waist. And he inserted his length inside of her, moaning along with the rough contact. 

He grabbed her buttcheeks, beginning to slam into her, bouncing her up and down with his thrusts. He was hitting all the areas in her that had her arching up into him, it had her clawing at his back as she cried out for him. He pressed his forehead against hers, both of their breathing labored from the lust filling the air.

 - You drive me fucking crazy, you little charmer. – 

She looked up into his eyes, biting her lip and giggling at his words. He moved his arms to wrap around your waist, still thrusting into you with fervor. 

- Just for you, daddy. – 

His eyes darkened at that seductive and provocative tone of voice and brought him to slam more into her in a roughly manner, keeping a steady pace. She whimpered, closing her eyes and clawing at his shoulders. 

Namjoon smirked. Both of them were seeing stars. They were so close, 

- I can’t anymore… – he whispered, his hips stuttering erratically. 

Their air almost cut off in their throat before throwing them into another amazing orgasm. 

As she tightened around him, he spilled into her, letting her  go slowly and sliding down to the floor to catch their breath. He kissed her as they both came down from their highs. 

Jia giggled, getting up aftersteadying herself and going to the frigde to quench her thirst. But Namjoon preceded her and opened the refrigerator door, pulling out a the watter bottle and stretching his hand toward her. She blinked and took it, thanking him. 

He smiled and closed the fridge door, before going into the bathroom. Jia looked at his back and stood still. That was the second time it happened. He was so fast. Why would he do that? She shrugged it off. But it still occurred.

Again and again.

And with that she really understood that he was hiding something.

***

She wanted him to open up to her. She was waiting. But it didn’t seem like he was going to do it. And she was sad about it. 

She was unreliable? Or was he ashamed? 

She sighed. It had only been a couple of months, maybe he wasn’t ready yet. Forcing someone to do something they didn’t want was not an option. They would just distance themselves. 

And she also decided to listen to him about that psycho: Karma would punish him in its own way. She just had to wait. And hope. 

Jia was now in front of Namjoon’s apartment door, the key he had given her inserted into the lock and she opened the door. 

- Surprise! – The two young men standing in the living room shifted their attention to her and she blinked, confused.

Tension was in the air.

- Oh, Hoseok! Are you staying for dinner? – 

He shook his head with a forced smiled: - Thanks Jia, but no. I have a few things to finish. – he walked towards her and gave her a squeeze on her shouder. – See ya. – 

He bid goodbye before leaving. Jia looked at Namjoon, who was now hugging her and nuzzling her neck. 

She smiled, kissing his head: - Hey, baby… - 

- Hey… - 

And Jia giggled, finding him adorable. Then they looked at each other, before they kissed again and gently pulled away. Jia noticed his eyes were red.

Again.

- What do you want to eat for dinner? – he asked her, heading to the kitchen and she followed him. - Tteokbokki. – 

Namjoon opened the fridge door after glancing at her, grabbing a bottle of water: - Again? -   

- What can I say? – she sat at the kitched island, placing her forearms on the marmbe surface. - You cook too well. – 

He grinned and after that gulped his water. - Get that apron, though. – 

- That apron? – 

- Yeah, baby. Why? Scared of the bunny pattern? – 

Namjoon pouted: - Of course not! –

- Then go. – 

Jia stuck her tongue out, making him whine. 

As soon as she saw him disappear from her view, she walked over to the fridge, opened it and took a look inside, moving a few things around before finding what she wished she hadn’t. 

She turned around and grabbed his phone on the kitchen island, thinking about a password Namjoon would use for it. 

His birthday, his parents’, their meeting maybe. But nothing. Then… 

She typed her bithrday. And it worked. 

She checked his call log and messages, stumbling upon something else she feared.

Namjoon was a drug addict.

And Hoseok was involved.

***

- Are you sure you have nothing to say to me? - 

A frown adorned his face and he looked at her, confused.

 - Wow. I sense detective vibes now. – he joked, chuckling nervously as he took the cup of coffee made to Jia, sitting at the table, to put it in the sink.

 And as she followed him with her gaze, she then saw him leaning with his backside near the sink, arms folded. 

Jia sighed: - Hoseok… - 

- There’s nothing, Jia. – She snorted in disbelief.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌…

She stood up to approach him, who turned to wash the dishes. 

- So… - she opened the fridge door and Hoseok tensed. - telling him to stop what he’s doing with drugs and your friend… - 

While speaking, Jia moved away a few things before taking the small sachet in her hand and out of the fridge. She stopped talking and shook the sachet back and forth, the white powder inside producing a muffled noise. 

And Hoseok jerked himself in her direction, eyes wide open. - … reminding him of what you did to protect him because of the horrible acts he committed… is nothing, huh? – Jia added, a sense of betrayal visible on her face.

***

- When will you stop?! - 

Hoseok’s exasperated and pained voice froze her from twisting the key into the door lock. 

Though it reached her ears in a muffled way, she could hear it clearly. 

- I can’t take it anymore! I did everything you asked me to do and you promised you would quit drugs! - her heart skipped a beat. – That you would get help! – 

- You think I don’t want to do that? It’s difficult, ok? Jia already suspects something because of my red eyes. – 

- And what are you waiting for?! Dying of an overdose?! Have a withdrawal?! So Jia can find out everything?! We did so much- I did so much to keep you from getting caught committing those heinous acts! – she blinked, confused and shocked. – Please, hyung! I’ve lost important people already, please… – 

He heard Namjoon sigh: - Ok. I will. - 

Silence. That was what Jia heard after that. And she decided to make her entrance, twisting the key and opening the door. 

She smiled: - Surprise! -

While inside she was completely devastated.

***

Hoseok blinked a few times, caught off guard. Jia only watched how he acted, understanding that she was right. She squeezed the drug between her fingers, gritting her teeth. 

- You’re probably wondering how I know this stuff. But it’s pretty simple: I’ve been there myself. Namjoon’s body language remind me of some of my actions. You don’t seem to use drugs, but you have them anyway. Getting out of it isn’t easy and it never will be. – she sighed. - How long has this been going on? –

Hoseok cleared his throat, sniffing: - Ah… uhm…before meeting you guys, so… years. – 

- Why didn’t you ever tell me you already knew him? Where do you guys get your stuff from? – he bit his lower lip. – Hoseok… - 

He exhaled before speaking: - I deal it. – He answered only one question, though. 

- You?! What?! – 

- I was fired form my job and I didn’t have enough money to pay my rent and everything-! – 

- So you thought about dealing drugs?! – Jia cut him off, worried for him. – This shit can kill you! You could have find another job! Asking us – she pointed at herself. - for help! – 

They were now yelling at each other. 

- Like I said: It was before meeting you! I couldn’t ask you as soon as we met! – 

- Where does he hide the other sachets? – Jia questioned, heading to Namjoon’s room. 

He frowned, following her: - What? – 

- When Namjoon comes back we will all talk about it together. – she began to search through the nightstands. - You will get help and I don’t want any excuses!  - 

- Please, stop, Jia! – his desperate voice didn’t reach her, so Hoseok held her by the wrist and she looked at him: - Trust me, it’s better not to search through his things. Please, Jia, I don’t want to see you hurt. – 

Teary eyes. Frightened expression.

Something was definitely off.

- Is he threatening you? – 

- No! – he firmly denied. - Why would he?! How can you say something like that?! – 

She pulled herself away from him and kept on looking around. - I like him a lot, for sure. But that doesn’t mean I can’t suspect him of doing something bad. I don’t know him well. You said so yourself, too. And don’t say it’s not true! I heard your conversation word for word. –

 She checked under the mattress, the closet, the desk. And Hoseok was sweating, afraid of his arrival. 

But his heart trembled with terror when he saw Jia crouch down in front of the desk and reach for the medium-sized ventilation grille under the desk. 

It was slightly open.

 Jia opened it and the little box was more visible. She got it out and stood up, placing it on the desk. And when she removed the lid, she began to shake.

There were pictures of her and a phone.

- Oh, my God… Oh, my God… - And all the dots were connected. The calls happened after she met Namjoon. The deaths happened one by one. And the calls stopped after everyone was gone and he was dating her.

Namjoon was a drug addict and a fucking killer.

And Hoseok was helping him.

Her chest went up and down, tears running down her face. 

- How could you-! – 

She looked up at Hoseok, but what she saw was a cloth that was placed over her nose and mouth. Her back collided with a masculine chest and a strong arm was around her waist.

She glanced at her friend, a fearful and guilty bystander of one of the most cruel thing a human could do.

Betrayal, resentment, pain.

This was what she felt and wanted him to know with a single glance.

He knew indeed.

Her eyes closed, her arms gave out and her body fell against the mastermind of all this. Namjoon looked at her before shifting his attention to Hoseok, who trembled even more under his threatening gaze. - Now… mind explaining how she found out, brother? –

***

Hoseok had been surprised when Namjoon had revealed to him that he liked someone. He had met her at work and in a bizarre way too. He had never seen him so happy, thus he supported his crush on that person. This maybe would have helped him quit drugs.

But he never thought it would turn into something twisted.

***

They walked along the bridge. Every now and then Hoseok would cast a glance toward Namjoon. 

It was night, not a soul was around. 

Namjoon had called him to take a night walk, but it seemed he had something else in mind. Hoseok didn’t know what though. 

And it was then that he saw a person, a few meters away from them, walking slowly. Hoseok saw Namjoon quicken his pace and he did the same, confused. 

His confusion turned to terror when he saw Namjoon take the man by the arm and push him toward the railing of the bridge. 

Hoseok’s breath hitched when he caught a glimpse of Seokjin’s face. 

- What the fuck-! – 

Jin’s eyes widened at the sight of a stranger pouncing on him like this. 

- No, Namjoon! - 

Hoseok’s words were in vain, because the next scene was Seokjin falling into the void and then into the water. 

- What the fuck are you doing?! - he stared in shock and then looked at the spot where Jin had disappeared. - He’s my friend! He can’t swim! - 

Namjoon remained impassive, his eyes fixed on the water: - I know. - 

Hoseok looked at him again, thinking he had misunderstood. - Excuse me? Are you high again?! - 

- Why do you think… - he returned the look. – I did that? - Hoseok opened his eyes wide, shocked. - If you save him, he’ll tell everything. And I’ll end up in prison. And you don’t want that, do you? - 

What the fuck was happening to him?! 

- You didn’t even know him! He didn’t do anything to you! - 

His gaze darkened and Hoseok began to seriously fear him. 

- He was too close to Jia. - 

And that’s when Hoseok found out the name of the girl he liked; she was his friend that Namjoon was developing an obsession with. But the worst part was…

He hadn’t saved Jin.

***

Jia introduced Namjoon to Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok after Jin’s death, inviting him to go out with them. As Hoseok watched him give condolences for his death, with a lethal lump in his throat, all he could think was:

𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔.

This made him feel restless, because he feared Namjoon would do something again.

And he did.

***

Yoongi was smiling at them, sitting accross from them at the table in his house with three steaming cups of tea. 

- You said you guys had something to tell me, Namjoon. – he took a sip of his tea. – What is it? –

Hoseok looked at the young man next to him and his stomach churned at the sight of that dark gaze. 

- We know who is the one calling Jia. And who killed Jin. – 

Yoongi choked and coughed a few times as he patted his chest, taken aback. Namjoon was now standing to Yoongi’s left and the latter looked up at him, eyes wide and a quivering lips. 

Jin was killed?! He knew the one behind this?!

What the hell was this?!

- What?! Are you serious?! – 

- I am. – 

Hoseok quickly switched his gaze from Namjoon to Yoongi and back again, his hands trembling around the cup on the table. 

- Then… who is it? Did you tell the police? How did you find out? – 

And with a sudden movement, Namjoon brought his arm close to Yoongi’s neck and Yoongi screamed in pain when something penetrated his flesh. 

He jumped up, moving away from Namjoon and bringing a hand to his neck. His eyes landed on his clenched fist and Yoongi noticed something plastic poking out of the small opening in his fist. 

After a few moments, he fell to the ground, the air missing from his lungs, spasms overrunning his body. Namjoon went near him and squatted down, showing him the syringe he was wiggling from side to side between his fingers. 

- Aconite. A paralytic. A high dosage is lethal. – 

Hoseok, too, was now looking down at him while standing, but with glassy eyes, and shifted his attention to Namjoon after he explained what he had injected into the young man’s body. 

Yoongi understood. But it was too late. He stopped breathing, eyes open. 

- Get the cups out of the way. – Namjoon ordered, getting up and gazing at him. - Put more pression on the police this time. Find other hidden informations if needed.  – he smiled. – You’re good at exploiting your hacking skills, you know that? – And after patting his shoulder, Namjoon walked away, leaving the rest to him.

He didn’t want that.

***

- Quit drugs? Really?! – Hoseok repeated with surprise, glancing at him before switching his eyes again to the coin-op they were playing and Namjoon hummed, eyes focused on the screen of the coin-op. - You need to go to rehab, though. Jia has to know, - Hoseok turned his head and looked at Jia, who was next to Taehyung as Jimin ran after Jungkook in the arcade. - otherwise she and the others won’t understand your absence. You don’t want to leave her, - he glanced a him. - do you? – 

He was saying that, but actually…

He wished Namjoon would leave her alone.

- I plan to say that, indeed. – 

- No more killing, too, right? – 

Namjoon smiled: - Promise. –

After that, Namjoon and Jia were together. The former was on cloud nine and was also going to tell her about his problem with drugs. It was safe, no one would connect this to the boys’ deaths, even if the one calling Jia was a druggie.

But it was so good to be true.

***

- What are we here for, Namjoon? – 

They were in front of the apartment building where Jimin lived. It was early morning, they were supposed to go to their respective jobs, but Namjoon had called him and said to meet them there. A

fter a while they saw Jimin walk out of the building’s entrance and head for his car parked next to the sidewalk a few steps away from him. Namjoon pulled out his phone and, after selecting the number to call, held it to his ear as he watched his target get into the car and start the engine. 

Hoseok trembled, heart beating faster at the sight of Namjoon’s wide smile.

Things were degenerating again.

Jimin noticed a call and answered through his bluetooth earpiece: - Hello, Namjoon? What is it? Something happened? – 

- I know who killed Jin and Yoongi. The druggie calling Jia too. - 

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat, eyes wide open, caught off guard.

- What?! What the fuck is this?! If it’s a joke it’s not funny, Namjoon! -

- It isn’t. Just like it’s no joke that you’re going to die now. – 

Jimin started to panic, completely shocked by his behaviour: - What the fuck-! –

Distracted by Namjoon, he suddenly saw another car in front of him and pressed on the brake, to no avail. 

Jimin’s breath hitched. 

- Be careful when you drive, - Namjoon recommended sarcastically, watching his car in the distance. - the brake doesn’t work. – 

The giggle at the end made Jimin’s stomach churn.

He had tampered with the brakes.

- You can go-! - 

Jimin swerved, interrupting him, the wheels producing a screeching sound before he hit the car in front of him sideways and flipped over on himself. 

Jimin opened his eyes after a moment of disorientation and was now upside down, trying to get out of the car, his vision blurred and blood dripping from his forehead and behind his head. 

He couldn’t get it. Why did he do that? Why?! He pricked up his ears when he heard the sound of liquid flowing.

𝙾𝚑, 𝙶𝚘𝚍… 𝙾𝚑, 𝙶𝚘𝚍…

A tear ran down his face. Then…

An explosion.

Hoseok crouched down and covered his head with his arms, scared. Namjoon smirked, not batting an eye at the scene: - … boom. – he concluded. Hoseok cried silently, feeling devastated. He promised…

But didn’t keep his promise.

***

> Open the door.

Hoseok opened the door of his apartment after reading Namjoon’s message and moved to the side to let him in. 

Taehyung and Jungkook blinked, seated on the couch, surprised by his presence. 

- Oh! Namjoon! We thought you were supposed to stay with your parents. - Taehyung remembered and Jungkook nodded. 

The said man giggled: - I changed my mind. – 

- The more, the merrier. – Jungkook commented with a smile.

 After that, they stayed up playing cards to distract themselves, until Hoseok decided to go to the convenience store nearby to buy snacks.

 - I’ll accompany you. - Taehuyng offered as he saw him get up from his chair. 

- Oh, no, there’s no need. - Namjoon’s amused tone confused Jungkook and Taehyung, who were now looking at him in disbelief and with furrowed brows. 

- We have a freak to watch out for. – Jungkook reminded him with a simple sentence. 

Namjoon whistled at the word he used to describe him: - A freak… - 

Hoseok looked at the cups of hot chocolate on the table that Namjoon had offered to their friends a few seconds earlier and that were now empty. 

- A freak who still has the upper hand. – 

Jungkook and Taehuyung began to feel dizzy, a revolting sense of nausea gripping their stomachs. 

Breathing became difficult, so they took huge intakes of air to breathe better, but in vain.

What the fuck was happening?!

It hurt!

It hurt so much!

Namjoon interlocked his fingers, leaning closer to the boys who were bent over with their upper bodies on the table: - An overdose death didn’t seem like a bad idea, don’t you think? –

They couldn’t speak, the pain was overwhelming. But they had figured it out.

And it was really unexpected and sorrowful.

Until they stopped moving. Silence fell upon the two, until Namjoon giggle. - I’ve experienced a lot of things. At least they were useful. -

Guilt.

Coldness.

Desperation.

Euphoria.

Helplessness.

Power.

Different feelings for two different people.

And now, as he looked into Namjoon’s eyes with an unconscious Jia in his arms, all the emotions of the young woman conveyed with just that one look before she lost consciousness, dragged him further and further into the abyss. But as always, there was nothing he could do…

Because Namjoon was his only family.

He was his brother.

***

Rage.

Betrayal.

Sorrow.

Devastation.

Jia couldn’t understand. She couldn’t at all. 

Her eyes filled with intense emotions were fixed on Namjoon, who was seated at the edge of the bed to which she was tied by her wrists with a pair of handcuffs, also sitting but on the other end of the bed, not far from him. 

While Hoseok stood with his arms folded and his back against the door jamb, his guilty gaze elsewhere. 

- Was it fun? Playing with us? – her hoarse, broken voice shattered Hoseok’s consciousness more and pierced Namjoon’s heart like a dagger. 

- I’m sorry… - Namjoon spoke with a soft voice and sad eyes, moving closer to her. - But I had to do it. – he brought a hand up to caress her face. - They were trying to-! – 

- Take me away from you? – she smiled sadly and his hand stopped in mid-air. – Don’t make me laugh, please. They… - she gulped. – They were my beloved friends. – Namjoon’s arm dropped. - I’ve known them since my college days. And… And they helped me get out of my drug addiction. – Jia blinked, her eyes glassy. – You killed my life… - 

Namjoon clenched his jaw and fist, eyes brimming with jealousy and envy. He did all this for her.

For them.

And this was her gratitude?! Why?! He loved her so fucking much! How could she?!

Desperation.

His dark and domineering aura startled Jia and Hoseok stared at them blankly. It was disturbing how different a person could be from what they showed off, especially in these cases. 

Suddenly his demeanor changed: his hands and lips trembled, his breathing was slightly short, his eyes filled with longing, twisted love, submission. 

- I… I can be your new life. Your new strength, power. I-I’ll quit drugs, too. – he moved his hand to touch his chest, palm flat against himself. - I love you so much I would do anything for you. – 

- Except let me go. – silence filled the air. – I don’t understand. – she looked up at her friend. – I trusted you, Hoseok. But you hurt me… like it was nothing. – 

The said man opened his mouth to speak, but Namjoon did it first. 

- He couldn’t help you. – he smiled slightly. - He was helping his brother get the love of his life. – 

Jia froze, shocked: - What…? Brother? – 

- Half-brother. He’s my mother’s son with her second husband. However… - he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. - let’s just say that she was not a great role model for a mother, like our fathers. – 

Memories of when they lived with their mother resurfaced after his explanation. 

She cheated on Namjoon’s father and Hoseok was the result of that sin. Namjoon didn’t blame him, though. He was not the sinner, but his mother was.

Then the punishments for every single stupid excuse she could find, screams, lack of love, affection. Their fathers didn’t do anything to stop her psychological and physical abuse, they didn’t care.

A good reason to get rid of them.

They were not that important anyway.

Namjoon and Hoseok were the only ones who were a true family: inseparable, reliable. 

- That does not justify what you guys did.- Namjoon leaned closer and caressed her cheek tenderly, spreading his lips into a devious smile and Jia shivered. - Obviously not. For the simple reason that I did it for you. – 

And he pressed his lips on hers. He nipped at her lip while brushing his hands across her cheeks and that made Jia open slightly her mouth with surprise. Namjoon then swept his tongue between her lips, tangling and tinkling his tongue with hers and moaned softly. 

Jia pulled away, turning her head to one side, disgusted. Namjoon smiled with a content sigh as Hoseok opened his eyes again, which he had kept closed since seeing his brother kiss her. 

- Everything will be ok. You just have to do as I say and you will have the freedom to go anywhere. – 

She hissed when she felt something prick her neck. And soon after, she realized what it was: a syringe between Namjoon’s fingers. She hadn’t seen it. 

How the hell had she not seen it?! 

Her yes began to get heavy, body numb and vision blurred. 

- I’m sorry, baby. But I don’t want to risk losing you. – his voice was muffled. – Sleep well, love. We will go far away from this country. Where no one can  find us. – 

She knew her life was doomed. She was now in the hands of a problematic druggie. A psychopath. And everything went black, eyes closed and body falling onto Namjoon. 

The latter looked at his brother: - Set up new identities. We are leaving.

After a few days, they were on the news as missing persons.

He treated her like a queen. With love, affection. And she had no choice but to play along. They were also married, with different identities. 

He had also kept to his word: he had stopped taking drugs. But in the end, he was still high.

Because there was her, the love of his life, making him feel in that euphoric state of when you’re high.

[stardustacefics]

What Would Have Been

Pairing: Kang Sae-byeok/Ji-yeong

W/c: 800

Chapter 1:

When Sae-byeok opened her eyes, the sunrise was shining through the window, peaking over one of the mountains of Jeju island. She rolled onto her side, curling up in the silk sheets and pulling them tight against her chest as she closed her eyes again.

Realizing that she felt wide awake, she opened her eyes again and stared out the window, a content smile playing on her lips. After all these years, she could rest. Her mom and brother were living in a house down the road, she had a place of her own, and she had found someone to spend the rest of her life with along the way.

As if on cue, she heard the subtle footsteps of her girlfriend coming down the hallway. The doorknob turned, and Ji-yeong peaked her head through the small opening. “Oh, you’re awake!”

“Yeah,” Sae-byeok said quietly, sitting up in bed. “How long have you been up?”

“Long enough to maaaake… this!” She walked through the doorway holding a tray with plates of sweet breakfast foods, smiling proudly. “I told you that you had to try everything that the world has to offer, and now the world is coming to you,” she beamed.

Sae-byeok bit her lips to hide her flattered smile. “Really?”

“Yes!” Ji-yeong exclaimed. She closed the door behind her with her foot and climbed into bed, kneeling at Sae-byeok’s side as she set the tray down on her lap. “There’s pancakes, fruit, whipped cream, because you can never have enough whipped cream, tea-”

Sae-byeok interrupted her excited rambling with a small kiss. As soon as their eyes met, Sae-byeok looked away shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You might be the sweetest person I’ve ever met,” Sae-byeok whispered.

“And you might be the most beautiful,” Ji-yeong said, still grinning widely. “Now, eat. Unless you want cold pancakes. They’re not nearly as fun that way,” she smirked.

Sae-byeok tried to hold back her smile as she looked back down at the tray. “What should I try first? Which one’s your favorite?”

“Mmm … this one,” she replied, pointing at the pancakes. She picked up the fork, cut Sae-byeok a slice, and held it up to her.

Sae-byeok smiled shyly as she took the piece in her mouth, her eyes instantly lighting up. “It’s so sweet!”

Ji-yeong giggled. “I know, it’s good, right?” She cut another slice and fed it to Sae-byeok, cherishing the way she smiled with each bite.

~

“Can it always be like this?” Sae-byeok whispered.

The two had finished the breakfast and had been cuddling in bed for the past hour. Ji-yeong spooned Sae-byeok from behind, pressing little, random kisses to her nape. Her arms were wrapped around Sae-byeok’s waist, softly caressing her hipbone.

“I’d really love that,” Ji-yeong said quietly. “This is our life now, yeah? All that stuff from before, that’s all behind us. Now it’s just you and me, doing life together on Jeju Island.” She paused for a moment before whispering, “Is it everything you hoped it would be?”

Sae-byeok rolled over to her other side, arms curled against her chest, so she could face Ji-yeong as she smiled. “This is the perfect life,” she said. “I’ve never been happier.”

Ji-yeong held her tighter and pressed a light kiss to the top of her head. She started to card her fingers through Sae-byeok’s hair, smiling as she leaned closer to her touch.

Sae-byeok would never admit it, but she adored it when Ji-yeong caressed her like this. She couldn’t remember the last time that someone had held her like Ji-yeong does, and she never wanted this to end.

“I love you so much sweetheart,” Ji-yeong hummed, pressing a small kiss to the shell of her ear.

Sae-byeok threaded her fingers through the hair just above Ji-yeong’s ear. She stared into her eyes as she leaned in and kissed her, breathing her in. She raised her other hand to Ji-yeong’s cheek, cradling her as they kissed. Ji-yeong gently sucked on her bottom lip, making Sae-byeok shiver against her, moving in closer.

The sound of Sae-byeok soft, content breathing made Ji-yeong smile into the kiss. She loved how quickly Sae-byeok relaxed into her arms when they kissed. She loved how Sae-byeok blushed after being so shameless. She loved how Sae-byeok sighed against her lips.

When they parted, Sae-byeok’s lips were pinker than they had been, and her eyes were half-lidded, still completely caught up in the kiss. She started to blush, which made Ji-yeong blush too. The two of them giggled shyly together before snuggling close in each other’s’ arms again.

Sae-byeok rested her cheek on Ji-yeong’s arm and looked up at her adoringly. Ji-yeong smiled at her lovingly as she stroked her shoulder with her thumb. This would be the perfect way to spend a lifetime. Just her and her girlfriend.

[ahogedetective]

url? owo

{ It’s Positivity Time!!! }

Maaaak! I know we still gotta get to doing some more writing together, which I’ll be so excited to do so with you because all the muses you write? I love ‘em!! And your Toko is a gem, you capture her personality so well!! You really just... show how much you love your daughter through your writing~ And I can just imagine how funny and interesting it’d be for these two to interact together, heheh... I can’t wait!!

I’ll always excitedly follow all the DR blogs you make, cause you take on a great variety of muses and I can’t wait to write our babies together on all of them!! Keep up the fantastic work, you’re an awesome writer!! I’m happy we’re friends!! One I’d be happy to get to know more and have fun writing together with!! ✧・ﾟ

[yeahgen]

❄️

christmas/winter meme | ❄️play  in  the  snow  with  my  muse  

one.

Pow!

The snowball gets him in the back of the head before its remnants trickle down his collar, nearly making Fudou choke on his bottle of amazake. Hissing at the cold, the tantou tugs at his hoodie while glaring behind him. “Hey, what’s the big idea!?”

‘Not my fault you were spacing out.’

‘Here, I’ll give you another chance.’

“Yag–” Fudou cuts off mid-cry to duck out of the way of a second snowball, then grabs a handful of snow to make one of his own. “Take that!”

Yagen turns his head sideways so the projectile flies by harmlessly, then curves his lips into a smirk. ‘Alright guys, you know what to do.’

“Yeah!”

“Leave it to us, Yagen-nii!”

“You’re outnumbered, Fudou!”

“Th-this isn’t fair!” Fudou cries before being buried under the  avalanche of an Awataguchi assault.

An hour later, he’s still grumbling at the kotatsu when Yagen pushes a cup of tea at him across the table. ‘Feeling warmer now?’

“Feelin’ drier at least.”

‘Dry is good,’ Yagen peers at him softly before brushing his fingers past Fudou’s cheeks. ‘You’ll warm up faster that way.’

Fudou snorts. “Who’s th’ one that nearly froze me to death in the firs’ place?!”

‘Can’t get warm without starting out cold,’ Yagen’s tone is flippant, his motions smooth as he settles squarely behind the other and hugs him around the waist.

“Oi, you’re freezin’!”

‘Not for long~’

“Leggo! Eh, your icicle hands–!!”

‘Maaaake me.’

“Don’t think I can’t!” They tussle, but Fudou has the disadvantage with his legs still under the kotatsu. In the end, he falls back exhausted into Yagen’s lap, blinking back tears from the other’s surprise tickle attack.

“That wasn’t fair.”

‘Nope.’

“Jeeeeerk,” he huffs and goes to wipe his eyes, but the other catches them by the wrists. “Eh?”

‘I got it,’ Yagen murmurs, then leans in to kiss the droplets away.

“Wh–what are you–” Fudou blusters.

‘Well, I couldn’t use my hands when they were holding yours, could I?’ Yagen teases before letting him go. ‘It was worth it just to see the expression on your face.’

Fudou turns an angry shade of tomato red. “You–”

‘You’ve warmed up by now, right?’ Yagen pipes up helpfully.

“Yagen!”

‘Hahaha…!’ 

I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu. More than anything else in the world.

two.

Nom.

‘Hm. Doesn’t taste like anything after all.’

“Yagen, did ya just eat a snowflake.”

‘A few, actually.’

“Aren’t they just frozen water?” Fudou mutters. He’s sure he’s heard Yagen explain about the science of snow before to his brothers once upon a time. “It’s not gonna taste like much.”

‘Just checking.’ The spectacled tantou puts his hands in his pockets and leans back against the back of the bench, staring up at the skies. ‘After hearing about all these gifts, I’m starting to question the reality of this place.’

“The cold’s real ‘nough.”

‘Hah, true.’

“Fudou-nii!” 

Both of them look up at the sound of a voice to see Oshima toddling towards them, nearly staggering beneath a giant ball of snow in his arms. Behind him are Goto and Sato, each hugging snowballs of their own. “Come help us build a snowman!”

“What, did you guys get all tha’ by yourselves?” Fudou tuts at the view, feeling an odd mixture of amusement and pride. “Nice job.”

Oshima beams at him. “Yeah!”

“Yagen, wanna help out?” Fudou tosses back as he takes the giant snowball from the smaller tantou’s arms.

Yagen smiles and shakes his head. It’s rare for Fudou to spend time with all his brothers, after all. ‘I’ll just–’

“C’mon, Yagen-nii!”

“Yeah, Yagen-nii should help out too! You’re taller!”

“We can build lots of snowmen together!”

The excited cries of the Yukimitsu brothers drown him out. Oshima, now with hands free, runs forward and simply grabs him by the hand. “You gotta help us find stuff fo’ their faces!”

Let it be said that Yagen Toushirou was never one to refuse requests from a younger brother. And thus, the five of them ended up building an entire family of snowmen that afternoon, one for each of their siblings there in the city. 

At the end of it all, Yagen and Fudou stand side by side, marveling at the view while the younger Yukimitsu brothers run around their creations like a festival float.

“Mm, that one over there’s not bad lookin’,” Fudou nods sagely towards a certain snowman wearing glasses over its nose. Yagen exhales, smirking at the snowman with the sliced top of a pineapple sticking out of his head like hair. 

‘I’d say the one next to it looks even better.’ 

They exchange glances, then break out into laughter. Fudou’s the first to hug him, but Yagen gets the kiss–a small one snuck on a cheek, then a soft whisper by an ear.

‘I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu. More than anything else in the world.’

three.

Crunch.

He stops at the top of the hill, digging his skis into the snow. From this height, the research team and their platform look like ants. Fudou squints behind his goggles, but fails to pick Yagen out from the other mass of white labcoats.

Instead, he hears the familiar crackle in his earpiece before the scientist speaks. ‘All systems go. How are you doing from your end, Fudou?’

“S’fine. View’s great.”

‘That’d be the special ultraviolet guard we put on the goggles. They’re anti-fog and anti-glare, better than anything else on the market.’

“Yeah, I bet.” He’d just tossed out a comment, but trust Yagen to hyper-focus on the details as always. “So whaddya want me to do this time?”

‘Sit back and enjoy the show. These are automatic skiis, we’re supposed to test if they can take you down the slopes unaided.’

“Uh-huh. And if I fall?”

‘You won’t,’ Yagen’s voice is flush with certainty. ‘The R&D team’s designed this with a million self-balancing sensors in mind–and besides, you’re not that bad of a skiier.’

“Right. So these for those rich lazy folks or somethin’?” Fudou tests the skiis by balancing on one foot. Amazingly, the skii rights itself in the snow before he ever gets close to tipping over. He’s more used to handling prototype weapons and other nasty gadgets, so fooling around with a toy seems…odd.

‘Sort of. They’re going to be marketed to the disabled elite so they can get back to doing the things they love. No one’s ever invested into the field because everyone’s looking for miracle cures instead, but the company figures we can do both.’

“Your company’s got a whole lotta pies t’finger, huh.”

‘Haha, something like that. Anyways, I’ll make sure you’re not bored on the way down, so have fun!’

“Sure thing, doc.” And as usual, Fudou waits for the countdown before he pushes off the mountain. Again, it takes him time to adjust to new tech–the automatic skiis seem to take over as his legs and feet, directing him to the smoothest path down the mountain. Whenever he tries to go a different route, the skiis relinquish control, but he doesn’t stay there long before they bring him back to smoother snow instead. 

About a third of the way down the hill, Yagen sends a giant boulder after him. It’s around the same time ramps start showing up in the slopes, so Fudou simply glides over one that takes him airborne in a 360 degree flip that lands him behind the careening projectile. Built in lasers disintegrate the massive ball to dust before it can crash onto the researchers below. 

After that come other obstacles: pop-up trees, falling objects, a storm of snowballs pelting him from the side; with the skiis keeping him on his feet, he only has to focus on speed and evasion to avoid the lot, working the slopes like a decades-old pro. By the time he reaches the bottom of the hill, Yagen’s the first the clap him on the back and offer him a detailed breakdown of all his adventures on the mountain. Then he sends him back up the lift for another run. And another and another, because all good tests bear repeated trials. Besides, it’s not much work when gravity’s on his side, right?

By the end of Run 21, he’s called to take a break and sinks into the chair prepared for him. Two assistants help him take off his skiis while Yagen plods over in his snowboots, tablet in hand. ‘It’s really amazing, these results,’ he prattles on. ‘Especially in relation to your stamina! Fudou, you only exhibited a 0.8% decrease in speed dodging that boulder this run compared to the first!’

“Yeah well, I probably used th’ energy kickin’ it to pieces in the run before that,” Fudou shrugs. “How’d ya get so many boulders, anyways?” Each trial saw a new ball of death–sometimes two and finally three–hurtling down the hill to crush him.

‘Recycled waste,’ Yagen says briskly, and then brightens as he spots a promising new trend of data. ‘It looks like we’ve uncovered a notable design flaw in the boards. R&D will be happy that we’ve caught it.’

“Uh-huh.” Fudou waits for Yagen to stop gloating over the research, but when time stretches on, he gets impatient and tugs on the scientist’s sleeve. “So…we done now?”

Yagen blinks, then checks his watch. ‘Yeah, you’re free to go. Good job today as always.’

That’s it? He rubs his nose (still sore from the cold) and tugs at Yagen’s sleeve, scowling slightly.

‘What?’ his partner spares him a glance.

“Ya gonna say anythin’ else?” he asks.

The scientist tilts his head to one side, then grins. ‘Your nose is red.’

Fudou wrinkles it in protest. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”

‘You snore when you sleep.’

“So do you.”

‘You’re pretty.’

“Tch, compliments won’t getcha anythin’.”

‘It sounds like you just want attention.’ Bemused, Yagen moves to pet him on the head, gloved hand running through spiky purple hair. ‘Be good, I’ll play with you after work.’

“Yagen,” Something in Fudou bristles at the words, and it shows in the way he bares his teeth. 

Almost feral, Yagen thinks, and wonders how much he’s really tamed out of the stray he took in from the streets. But he indulges him anyways and leans in to plant a kiss on his forehead. ‘Alright now, don’t get mad. I know it’s been a long day. Let’s have dinner out tonight, hm? My treat.’

“It’s always your treat,” his boyfriend arches an eyebrow, unimpressed.

‘Not when I make you cook,’ Yagen shoots back. ‘And I won’t tonight, because I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu,’

‘…more than anything else in the world.’

His best, his precious, and most cost-efficient test subject boyfriend. Really, who would complain with such a two-for-one deal?

[amwritingmeta]

Do you ever just kind of worry about destiel and the show? If it'll never be cannon if all the stuff we speculate about won't come around? If they all just die? It's probably just me and my anxiety. :/-C x

Hello, my lovely!

I can honestly tell you that I don’t worry about Destiel, or the show, at all. 

Here’s why --> these writers know their shit. 

They know it so well that they’ve built a narrative that is so strong, so even and well-balanced that it feels like it was all planned from the very beginning. I believe - as do many many more of you - that a lot of it - a LOT of it - was there from the start and it was there for a reason. 

Dean’s bisexuality

The brodependency

The love story

The three big narrative strands that have run like thick red threads for all the years the show’s been on air/for all the years Cas has been a part of the narrative. 

The love story happening by coincidence is either bullcrap and they held an actual chemistry read between Jensen and Misha and that’s why Misha got the part over Mark P (maaaakes seeeeense toooo meee) or they lucked out with Misha being an immediate match for Jensen, people responding to their onscreen chemistry and it leading to Misha’s previously small number of episodes (I’ve read and heard he was supposed to be in “a couple”, three, four and six, so no one seems to know exactly how many it really was - not even Misha himself, who keeps saying a different number as well) and the positive response from fans and critics alike prompting the writers to play with the chemistry to the extent that the love story grew organically from it.

Either way: fucking brilliant.

Either way: this love story is integral to the narrative at this point, because it informs Dean’s character growth and even impacts the brodependency arc by giving Dean an incentive to finally let go of Sam and allow him to stand completely on his own two feet. The incentive, of course, being that Dean is in love with someone and has grown enough to contemplate making a life with Cas, should Cas want to.

12x22 and 12x23 gave us turning points.

Dean: blasted down walls both literally and metaphorically, with a grenade launcher and then by confronting Mary

Sam: finally got Dean putting his full faith in his abilities, bringing Sam to lead, properly and on his own, for the first time

Cas: protected Kelly against Lucifer while trying to keep the brothers out of the fight, but had to die because he still - after everything - had chosen to follow a Higher Purpose that he should question and reject (he’s not learned his lessons yet)

Because of these thresholds I have faith in a positive endgame on the horizon. 

Dean’s bisexuality is poised to be addressed in S13

The brodependency is poised to lapse completely in S13

The love story is poised to benefit from these New Beginnings in S13

So these emotional touchstones, that they’ve always built the narrative on and had it circle around, are not only present in what must be up ahead in S13 (or they’re going against their own setup and that would make no sense when they’ve been so consistent for over a decade) but these emotional touchstones are as integral as ever.

That’s why I do not worry one bit about Destiel or about the show itself. :)

This said, am I sure we’re getting everything we hope for and want? 

Nope.

I have a long wish list for S13. I have speculation that is quite detailed about what I would love to have happen in S13. I have fanfic in my head that go into even more graphic detail of what I’d want to have happen in S13 (I’m in the process of writing this down so however unrealistic it is that we get Cas and Dean in a shower together at least it’ll be on black and white). 

But for all the fun I’m having trying to get an actual sense of where they’re going to take it, all I’m really certain of is that it’s a rainbow and pink/purple coloured wondrous place, shining, shimmering, splendid! And I honestly cannot wait to see how they present it to us!

[pseudinymous]

MAGICAL GIRL DANNY PHANTOM

Alright son, you fuckin’ asked for it.

“GHOST PRISM POWER, MAAAAKE UP!”

“Danny, what the fuck?”

Sam was staring at him as if he’d developed several holes in his head. Which he might as well have, considering he’d just marathonned several magical girl animes back-to-back during a lapse in regular ghostly activities. Sam had decided to visit in order to check on him, after Tucker got worried that he hadn’t responded to phone or text in the past three days. The prognosis wasn’t good, and it was about to get even worse.

She stole a glance at his computer screen, and suddenly found herself hypnotically sucked in to the impossibly cute transformation happening before her. Why was it so… but she didn’t even like this stuff! She liked gothic stuff! Not cutesy Japanese kawaii… crap…

“I was just poking a bit of fun, Sam, relax,” said Danny, drawing her attention away from the screen. “As if I’d want to be a magical girl.”

Then a voice, impossibly behind them from every angle: “So you have wished it,”

Danny’s face dropped. So did Sam’s. Desiree now appeared in between them, uncomfortably close. Her face was dripping with glee.

“SO SHALL IT BE!”

Bang!

“You know, all the ghosts have been saying I need to get some hearing aids,” said Desiree. “But I think you’ll do just fine.”

I got too close to my word cap, I’ll write more if you ask for it. ;)

[the-twisted-empire]

Au’s are my jam ya know

especially ones by fun ones by cool people i have a a character that can fit into and no one tells me not to do it.

@silent-again didnt maaaake me do this....but i saw them post au stuff and wanted to join in, hope ya dont mind~

Greg Dunkan - The “how are you even here” college student

doesnt want to be here at all 

but at the same time is taking every class under the son to avoid going home for as long as possible

People are unsure where he came from or how he even enrolled

people also wonder how he is still enrolled and how old he will be before he finished the courses he has 

constantly looks like he woke up and death slapped him across the face 

his clothes are baggy he doesnt care about how he looks

to continue that despite 90% of his clothes are camo, even when indoors he will wear them

probably attempted to use camo on plants both none potted and potted around campus

Knows way to much about a nearby forest its very worrying

has been seen coming out of the woods nearby from time to time

people are pretty sure they can hear a very large metal object in one of his bags but have yet to ask what it is

vanishes the moment classes are done. Some people are pretty sure he actually vanishes

is late alot of the time and always has some kind of warm drink and meat related food item

sometimes despite rules appears with a small dog, people pet it and love it

despite not wanting to be there he is very adept at anything related to crafting

still a weak man but sightings indicated he has been in the gym trying not to be so weak.....it isnt working

still a calm southern accent

quiet

knows where every little room is on campus, can tell you exact step by step directions to get from one end of campus to the other without thinking about it...didnt take him long to learn the place either

Mostly a loner and doesnt like hanging around with others or group assignments

has about 3 bags all carrying random assortments of stuff

[the-sanders-sides]

Fire

Warnings: Self Harm (Please don’t read if it’ll trigger you), Insecurity, Self Hate, Burning, Crying, Cussing, Message Me If I Forgot Any.

Read it on Ao3

“Roman, you hate me and I hate you. But I think I hate myself more, so I win.” Anxiety spoke as he stalked off to his room. They were having another one of their fighting matches. It started with Princey making some comment on how Anxiety is ruining Thomas’s happiness, and it escalated from there.

Getting yelled at by Roman was never fun. Getting yelled at in general wasn’t fun. It’s the same with getting lectured. Anxiety didn’t need to be told how much of a disappointment he was, he already knew. His thoughts would hiss it at him wherever he went. Reminders just made those monsters negative thoughts more violent. It was the fuel to their fire.

So after a bad battle with the royal, Anxiety was crumbling. And he needed to get to privacy, so he could crumble in peace. So he spoke those words to Roman and promptly teleported out of Thomas’s living room and into his room. He triple checked that the door was lock before he let himself fall apart. He put his back to the wall and banged his head against it until the throbbing pain of it became too much. He slid down the wall until he was sitting and brought his knees to his chest.  Stuppid fucking waste of space. He’s right, the fucking prince is right! Prince’s words rang in Anxiety’s ears, “You really need to change your attitude if you want Thomas to be happier.” They weren’t so bad, but he used one of those cognitive distortions Logan talked about, and it became so much worse. Everything I do huuurts him. I-I  I can’t go on this way. I need to stop being such a damn disappointment. I need to shape up. I’m nothing, I’m worthless, I’m wretched, I’m an lousy excuse for a persona that does what the opposite of what one should do. I don’t help Thomas or protect him. I FUCKING HURT HIM. And now what the hell am I doing? Feeling sorry for myself, when I’m the problem? Anxiety felt the first droplets of rainstorm of tears flow down his face. Better get this makeup off before it runs and stains everything… Don’t wanna ruin anything else. Anxiety wiped his eyes and got up with a sigh. He walked over to the adjoining bathroom and lit a candle there. Any other form of light would’ve been too bright for his darkened mind.

Anxiety slowly took a makeup wipe and rubbed the white foundation and black eye shadow off his face. He threw the wipe away and tiredly looked at himself. How pathetic, I’m sitting here crying when I- Anxiety fell back onto the floor and covered his ears and closed his eyes to try and block out his horrid thoughts. “I can’t be a disspointment anymore! I have to change! I have to change everything!” And now he began to sob. He shook his head, as if to say, ‘No, negative thoughts, go away’. “I-I hhave to be better. I ccan be better. I won’t be a disappointment to Dad anymore.” How? “I-I ccan bbe more positive, wwear tthings that aren’t black, tthat’s wwhat Dad llikes.” Positivity is what your ‘friend’ Logan doesn’t like. “Then then I’ll, I ccan be not suuper positive. I’ll bbe positive enough tto appease Dad, bbut nnott so much to bother Logan. And I ccan be smarter tttoo. I’ll ttake his debates mmore seriously.” And what about your fellow Roman? “W-Well for Roman, I-I ccan bbe more helpful tto Thomas. And hey, tthat takes care of Thomas too.” Anxiety let out a bitter laugh, “Two birds wwith one stone.”

Somewhere in the back of Anxiety’s mind a thought was being choked and muffled by the negative ones. It longed to be heard, but it could only whisper: And what about yourself? What can you do to make yourself happy? Anxiety didn’t hear it, nor did he feel it. He was too busy trying to catch his breath as he drowned in an ocean of despair. Anxiety opened his eyes again. He saw the candle sitting on the bathroom counter. His mind drifted to a memory, when Logan made him watch crash course to learn something, he watched the psychology videos. One of them was talking about depression, and the narrator started talking about self-harm. “Some people self-harm because the physical pain is easier to handle than the emotional pain.” Anxiety continued to stare at the candle.

The monsters in his mind were cackling joyously, Do iiitttt. You’ll loovvve iiiiit. It’lll maaaake yooouuuu betterrrrr. Youuuu can get the emotionaaaal paaaiiin out aaand staaaart being betterrrr to everyooonnneee. Anxiety listened to his minds instructions. He stood up and rolled his sleeve. He placed his arm to the candle and let it burn, baby, burn! Anxiety watched as the skin around the flame tingled, and an odor wafted reminding him of burning rubber. He loved it, He loved the burn, He loved the adrenaline rush he got from doing it, He loved the feeling of control, He loved the pain.

The other three facets, wherever they were, looked at their arms and wondered, Why is it aching?

[doubleboyfriend]

wow music what do i listen to UM got your number by serena ryder (the video maaaakes this song) and what's it gonna be by shura (ditto) anddddd your best america girl by mitski

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couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately i am in love with this? it’s so fun and i love her voice holy shit? also nothing but ladies bowling? yes excellent perfect | already in my library

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couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay not a huge fan of the song (vocals are way too light, if that makes sense? i need more substance), but i have seen the video and it’s a+ delightful! | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

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couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this this reminds me of high school. like this is almost exactly what i would’ve listened to in high school lmao | downloading immediately | already in my library

send me a song recommendation and i'll rate it

[allprosolar]

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