#asdfghjkl I'm so fucking tired

[oculusxcaro]

Personality Style Test

Your personality style is: Depressive

Your test scores suggest that your personality style entails: That without necessarily suffering from clinical depression, you are nevertheless glum and pessimistic at heart, experiencing little joy in life. Due to the stifling and dark character of your thoughts, you may at times experience psychomotorial retardation (i.e. your thoughts slowing almost to a standstill) and you may be wholly unable to experience pleasure during such bouts of melancholy and dejection. When you try to pull yourself together, there is an overpowering sense of giving up; a sense that "life is over" and that it's no use trying to fight to regain joy and a better standing in life.

Tagged by: @gnarledbite (♡) Tagging: Whoever would like to do it?

[imsofreakingtired]

I'm in love with your page like I genuinely check it multiple times a day to see if you've posted even though I have notifs on 😭😭😭

Please can we get Sevika!XReader! When sevika and reader have just started dating and sev finds out reader smokes and begs her to stop even though it's hypocritical because she chain smokes herself 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

ASDFGHJKL THANK YOUUU that literally made my day. hope you enjoyy

run away (from me)

content warning(s): smoking, some blood, mentions of addiction

"i cherish and want you, but there's still no answer i know you get it, so don't play hypocrite me collecting dust in the corner of the room it's not pretty, i don't want you to stay"

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Your hands are shaking. All of you is shaking, actually. Breathing hard, you fold yourself tighter into the ledge you found between the stacked wooden crates in the alleyway of some dilapidated buildings. You’re not sure if people live there, but you’re certain they wouldn’t give two shits about some cigarette smoke wafting around. 

Cigarette between your lips, you flick angrily at the lighter. Either your hands are weak or this lighter you lifted from the pocket of that enforcer is a bum one, because all you’re seeing are little sparks. 

Finally, a flame. You light the cigarette. 

It had been a close chase. You’d managed to lead the goons onto your own turf, then lose them with several false turns. Not before they’d nicked you with their fuckass little pocket knives, though. 

You don’t want to think about that right now. They’re only flesh wounds, and you need to relax yourself before you look at them. 

Then a large shadow falls over you. 

“There you are.” 

You look up. Right at the strong features and vivid gray eyes that have held you in a chokehold since you first saw them, and took your breath away even now. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Where the hell have you been?”

“Ha,” you say, flicking the ash onto the wooden box next to you. “Careful there, Vika, or it might sound like you actually care about me.” 

Sevika snorts. “Keep dreaming.”

The two of you have been seeing each other for little less than a month. 

Then Sevika sees the cigarette in your fingers. She looks quickly around to see if anyone is approaching, then crouches down beside you, frowning. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m having a self-care day. Little meditation session.” 

She sees the blood staining your shirt, the telltale marks of a scuffle on your face. “Fuck. Are you hurt?” 

“Barely. Nicks and bumps.” 

She takes the cigarette out of your hand. 

“Hey!” 

“You shouldn’t smoke this shit,” she said, stubbing it out. “What are you on about? Let me look at you.” 

“That was my last cigarette,” you said, scowling. “You better make it up.” 

“You shouldn’t smoke at all. Not in this cesspool of fissure smoke. What’re you trying to do—kill yourself?”

“Oh. Deepest apologies. I didn’t realize you’re the only person in Zaun who is allowed to slowly destroy your lungs.” 

She raises an eyebrow. “You try being my age, growing up in the mines and breathing that shit night and day. Your lungs aren’t like that.”

“Sevika,” you say, letting the hint of a whine into your voice. You know it’s a gamble with her—whether she’s in the mood to humor you or not depends on the day, the weather, hell, the color of your shirt. But you really need that smoke. “Vika, I’ve had a shitty day. Gimme back the cigarette.” 

She looks at it, the burnt end, the dry marks of your lipstick. She puts it in her pocket. 

“Vika, I swear to God—” 

“How long have you been smoking?” She asks quietly. 

You shrug. “As long as every other undercity brat.”

“Come on, get up. You’re hurt.” 

“I can’t. I’m too tired. You just took away my only hope of revival.” 

She mutters something under her breath, you’re pretty sure you heard the word “insufferable.” Then she takes off her cloak, her mechanical arm gleaming in the late afternoon sun, and throws it around your shoulders. 

“Your ‘only hope of revival’?” She repeats to you, scooping you up in her arms. “What am I, nothing?” 

You wince slightly as she lifts you up, but it’s comforting to feel the solidity of her warm body, the muscles of her human arm flexing against your back. You wrap your arms around her neck. “You’re not too bad,” you admit. 

She gives a short chuckle. “You’ll see. Just see if I can’t make you feel ten times better than a lousy smoke.” 

“That’s a two-way deal,” you tell her, leaning your head on her shoulder. “You need to let me return the favor.” 

“Done.” 

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thank you @prettyinpink69 for the request :)

[vasira96]

thinking about how good the magic options are in elden ring and how fucking badly i wanna play a LoZ starring Zelda made by fromsoftware like, i wanna be able to play as a godlike magic wielding Zelda, please, it's what she deserves!! it's what i need!! also, the lore of the hero of time would make such a good souls-like. i want it so bad i'm chewing on my floorboards!!

genuinely i know it won't ever happen but my perfect Zelda game would be a souls-like made by hidetaka miyazaki et al. It fits so perfectly T-T the triforce trio and the goddess hylia are exactly the perfect "our old god has abandoned us and cursed us to an infinite cycle of death and rebirth in this old, tired world and it's time for the hero to end the cycle" souls like storytelling archetype!! oh and instead of the final boss being Ganon it should be Hylia asdfghjkl like GIMME GIMME PLEASEEEE

plus like, how absolutely delicious would it be for the zelda timeline to be begin with Skyward Sword (the easiest most hand-holdy of the series some might argue) and end with a goddamn fromsoftware souls-like??

[angel-of-the-moons]

pavitr who can reads minds and he accidentally reads reader mind and it's just full of horny thoughts abt him ngl

Okay okay this one is like such a neat idea because I remember in the comics (I haven't read in forever) that Miguel could do this! So... Omfg poor Pavitr!!!

Intrusive Thoughts

Pavitr Prabhakar x Spider-Person!Reader

Because I'm tired of repeating myself: PAVITR IS AGED UP IN THIS FIC

TW/CW: Horny thoughts, NSFW, bit of smut, our poor boy was not prepared.

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This is shorter than my usual fics, but like asdfghjkl omfg it was fun.

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He wasn't sure why he developed this power. Miguel seemed at a loss and told him maybe it was a delayed mutation brought on by his spider bite.

Miguel had been coaching him on how to control the influx of thoughts that bombarded him, how to tune them out, how to focus on specific thoughts in particular. It honestly made it easier in some ways to fight, not just relying on his Spidey senses.

But... He couldn't help but be curious... He wanted to know what you, his partner (in every sense of the word) thought of him.

Pavitr was not prepared for that.

Your brain was...

He expected the innocent thoughts, how you thought his smile was cute, what were you going to make for dinner, etcetera...

But what he didn't expect to hear or see?

The thoughts swirling through your brain about him and you, naked. Doing... All sorts of things. Together or alone.

The thoughts of him pressing you down into your bed, fucking you relentlessly from behind as he kissed your shoulder.

You on top, riding him like your life depended on it.

In the backseat of your car, you grinding your hips down on his, feeling him twitch inside of you as your muscles squeezed him like a vice.

On the couch, biting into the cushions to stifle your moans and cries as he fucked you.

Him laying you on the table, on his knees, using his mouth and tongue on you until your brain couldn't work and your vision blanked out on you.

In the shower, pinning you to the wall as he slides in and out of you, the hot water slicking your skin and helping him glide in and out of your greedy hole.

The sweet, charming things he'd moan and hiss through his teeth and into your ear.

Pavitr Prabhakar was not prepared. He was thankful he was wearing his mask, otherwise he was positive someone would have taken notice of the bright red pigment that had taken over his tanned skin.

You were sitting in the cafeteria of HQ, eating your lunch, pretending to read the book in your hand, looking so innocent despite the impure thoughts that were at the forefront of your mind.

He almost jumped out of his skin when Miguel tapped on his shoulder.

"Yeah, that's why I don't read minds unless it's necessary." He said, leaning down to Pavitr's level to talk quietly to him.

"I--I can't even--" Pavitr sputtered. "How did you--?!"

"You've been standing there, ramrod straight for almost ten minutes. I can hear your heart rate up." Miguel sighed, standing up straight and crossing his arms. He didn't seem too uncomfortable by the subject. Just how many times as he heard thoughts like these from other people?

"And yeah, lesson for the future, don't read your lover's mind in public. Things are going to shock you." He patted Pavitr on the shoulder, a bored expression on his face before he walked away.

When Pavitr looked back at you, you were staring at him. Oh, so innocent-looking.

When you'd disposed of the rubbish of your meal, Pavitr whisked you away to speak to you privately.

"Pav? What's wrong?" You asked curiously.

He checked the area, making sure nobody was listening; before gripping your shoulders and giving you a light shake, his voice sounding almost traumatized and shell-shocked:

"WHY ARE YOU SO VILLAINOUSLY HORNY?!"

[favvnsongs]

@fischiee @khimkito

lmao im making a separate post rather than tacking it onto the orig bc I don't wanna flood notifications every time I have big feelings about this but. yeah???

literally everything about those two make me so unwell. I'm never not thinking about it. bc the whole. not just having to second hand (or.. third? alpha then epsilon Then wash).. okay so third, I guess. anyways. being essentially subject to the same sort of torture and psychological abuse that alpha was via epsilon? and that on top of the directors original distress over allison? epsilon trying to kill himself inside his head! what tf does that even. bc they really only sort of handwave talk about it. what in the fuck does it actually Mean for an ai implanted in your brain to try and kill itself. and having to keep all of it a secret. for months if not years. the not being able to tell anyone?

(there's a weird sort of somber acknowledgment and tender empathy when it comes to wash and alpha too. bc wash Knows. he knows all of it?? even if alpha doesnt? the distress and insistence and confusion and loss that comes with tex not being at valhalla? 'I know all about her, church' even if church doesnt! even if He doesn't remember, wash does? what a burden that must be. that wash was the last of the team to actually see and speak to and be with church before he and all of the other fragments were erased? what sort of! and there's no justice in it! he gets his ass thrown into prison and then he has to work with whatever tf is left of maine in the Maybe hopes of getting his slate wiped clean.)

the odd fucking bizarre. wash and lina and epsilon and tucker (and caboose but he's a whole other.. im not awake enough to be able to talk about my feelings when it comes to caboose lmao)

but wash was the last person to see alpha. and then epsilon comes back and has no idea who tf tucker is bc caboose just didn't feel the need to. like? in a weird ass roundabout way, wash killed alpha and epsilon got cozy and familial with lina and both wash and tucker are left sorta stranded lmfao.

(and the behind the scenes lina&epsilon dynamic too. we really don't get to see the process of them becoming actually super fond and siblingy with one another but they are?? they went on a quest so lina could kill the director but nope leonard is just a lost defeated broken hearted wreck and that's her Father, at that point. pathetic and hopeless and so so tired. the grief and resignation and acceptance in leaving him to kill himself. epsilon and his bewildered righteous rage. they had that one chat about allison at the end of s10 but obviously there must have been more bc epsilon mentions allison a few times throughout chorus! do they talk about their feelings? does carolina ever get to properly acknowledge and process all her grief?)

like carolina is So Close to epsilon and that has to be so.. disconcerting at times for wash. bc he tried to kill himself while fucking! implanted into his brain! (and ive always figured that there's things wash must Know about carolina and all of her family drama. just as product of epsilon being alpha being leonard. yknow? but it'd also stand to assume that epsilon (and lina, maybe)) Know Things about wash. what sort of secrets do they keep for the sake of maintaining that illusion of privacy and boundaries.

I have stuff to say about tucker too but that might need to wait until after I have a sleep bc asdfghjkl.

[mismatched-sockss]

y'all are getting some thoughts on the new episode this week!

okay, but why is Emily sitting in the back of a cop car kind of hot....??

JJ looks so tired and broken.... i'm about to cry

Emily is gonna explode soon uff...

fucking Tyler, couldn't he have like, come in an hour later or so? it wasn't "urgent" enough for him before, let my girls talk

i can get that he is in fact worried about his daughter, but did Voit really, really, think his wife would change her mind by threatening her????

coincidence my ass, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern.. how fucking big is this whole gold star thing..??

i love Garcia, from keyboard to server room 😂

that thing didn't look like an official tattoo needle to me, but okay. either way bat shit crazy to use that thing for the eyes. Tara's reason why the needle points to the Unsub being a woman doesn't make sense to me tbh

yeah not gold star, but like i said, three times is a pattern. you can't tell me all these similarities are just a coincidence

"Emily are you alright?" lmao, Brian. and fucking listen to Emily man!

a program????

"I can't believe how big you gotten" dude, it's been two weeks

omg, i thought she had pepper spray!

is it bad that i kind of feel bad for Voit?

Luke, baby, i don't think taunting him is such a good idea rn

why the hell did Holly think it would make her mother feel better when she killed her father and went to prison herself?? as if that wouldn't make it worse on Sydney?

"[...] you want me to lie and say i'm Sicarius [...]?" i thought we were past denying it?

oh he's so worried about her.... bet he is comparing himself to his uncle by now because of it...

now i'm really crying... "It's not important" honey, yes it is!

you get five seconds, not one more

fuck, don't make me like you...

when will Rossi finally talk about his hallucinations, that's gonna end bad...

Gold Star - Eyes only.... aaah, goosebumps. i need to know what else Garcia found!

uuuuh...... what?

asdfghjkl fuck!! pattern! told ya it's a pattern!

reminds me of what Antonia Slade said "oh, this is exciting. it feels like i'm one of the team"

why do i feel like Voit is going to try and run while he's at Quantico?

[withleeknow]

but the microwave is so much more fun and chaotic this way bc we're constantly being fed (😇) and isn't he just asdfghjkl + I've never come across a sandwich I'd want to be a part of more than this one: https://tinyurl.com/ydt9jp4k - this heejay hug wld heal my soul ♡

nah idk why but airport scenes are superior - a tired mimo in his comfy fit and just wanting to envelop himself in your arms after a. a long-ass flight and b. being away from you for toooo long so c. you get to gently pull down his mask (ofc he's pouting) then d. push his cap back to reward him with long overdue kisses:') SO I SEE YOUR VISION and wdyfm they haven't entered their angsty era yet YOU'RE KILLING US ALREADY JUST WEDGE THE KNIFE DEEPER WON'T YOU “the kids miss you” jesus fucking christ woman- thank you for the snippet 😭

sorry for unchartered spam but my heart is v v v full today (:3) bc wayv to me are what txt are to you - they're my babies and basically they had their first ever win today since debut (2019) so us nctzens/wayzennies are all in our feels I genuinely teared up at work lmao https://tinyurl.com/bdcsvx5n = maknae line showering their hyungs with all the love

tldr; WHAT A LOVELY PRECURSOR BC I HAVE THIS AAAANNNDD OT7 HOURS ARE SO CLOSE OML THE TEARS ARE ALREADY FLOWING AT THE THOUGHT + as for my roster: https://we.tl/t-GtPg9mHLNA - a v cute poodle in a market thought my koya keychain was his own chew toy so he's now a traumatised koya (no permanent injuries sustained) and as a dec baby, my bsf gifted me this winterfied baby RJ 🥹

nah wtf that's the cutest thing ever, it's truly giving papa jin 🥺 + I think one thing we do right as army is the dedicated fanart e.g. THE WAY THIS IS A WHOLE-ASS CAKE https://tinyurl.com/3sf8w94s 💜💜

oh this sandwich is... interesting 😳 i've never thought about a heejay sandwich before... i'll have to let this one rotate some more...

no fr some of my favorite mimo looks have been airport looks. some airport looks exude peak domestic boyfriend/husband vibes that tickle my brain so nicely 😔 BUT THE WT PEOPLE HAVEN'T ENTERED THEIR ANGSTY YET 😭 i'm trying to make wt7 as stabby as possible, i want them to suffer first !!!!!!! spoiler: the gorls are fighting

congratulations to your children !! idk much about them but i'm sure it was well deserved! i hope you're having fun celebrating with the nation over there hehheheh. here's to more wins in the future :')

KOYA AND RJ 😭 my god those are adorable, now you're making me wanna start getting bt21 plushies. imagine rj with jiniret and cooky with leebit !! your rj is absolutely adorable he looks like the best thing to snuggle up to :(((

ugh holy shit we're just hours away. i'll wake up tomorrow and get ready for works in tears when the pics drop. our seven reunited for the first time in ages my god. it feels like just the other day i was full on weeping when jin left lmao and now he's already coming home. and we're gonna see yoongi tomorrow he'll finally be out of hiding for a day 😭

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

You're not boomer coded at all. I will fight the other anon I used to train MMA 💪 But seriously sometimes you talk about being tired early so maybe that was it? But like same. There is so fucking much happening I'm just sleeping and taking naps when I can. You have such good vibes and I love your writing. I'm sorry anons can be dumb 😎

I'm not boomer-coded, I'm chronic-illness-coded hahahaha disability-coded asdfghjkl

I'm still holding out for a response that they were joking lol I hate assuming people are being rude

[jadeyharls]

D --> I'm not sure how easily one's feelings for you can be captured, you are sweet and gentle and utterly adorable when you allow yourself to be, yet so skittish and afraid of being seen that way D --> I treasure the moments where you allow yourself to be you in the most pure of ways, or perhaps rather when you allow me to see you being you D --> I never grow tired of it, I am always greedy for more D --> I don't mind being patient, letting you decide how much to give and when D --> The waiting is always worth it when it's for you D --> I just hope you will continue to allow me to be so close, to honor me with your aff%ion D --> I desire nothing more than to be tr001y worthy of it

hey equius what the fuck

im

asdfghjkl!?!?

[mttshapedheart]

This was just a doodle page of me trying to figure out my spam/sneo/ad spam designs but I got carried away because I love him actually and it was bound to happen

[chiropterx]

Cross off the ones you’ve done (IC)

1. HAD SEX 2. BOUGHT CONDOMS 3. GOTTEN PREGNANT (as far as he’s aware) 4. FAILED A CLASS 5. KISSED A BOY 6. KISSED A GIRL 7. USED A LITTLE PAPER BAG FOR LUNCH 8. HAD A JOB 9. MISSED THE SCHOOL BUS 11. LEFT THE HOUSE WITHOUT YOUR WALLET/PURSE 12. BULLIED SOMEONE ON THE INTERNET 13. SEXTED 14. HAD SEX IN PUBLIC 15. PLAYED ON A SPORTS TEAM 16. SMOKED WEED 17. SMOKED CIGARETTES 18. SMOKED A CIGAR 19. DRANK ALCOHOL 20. WATCHED “THE BREAKFAST CLUB” 21. BEEN OVERWEIGHT 22. BEEN UNDERWEIGHT 23. HAD AN EATING DISORDER 24. BEEN TO A WEDDING 25. MADE FUN OF SOMEONE FOR BEING FAT 26. BEEN ON THE COMPUTER FOR 5 HOURS STRAIGHT 27. WATCHED TV FOR 5 HOURS STRAIGHT 28. BEEN LATE FOR WORK 29. BEEN LATE FOR SCHOOL 30. KISSED SOMEONE IN THE RAIN 31. SHOWERED WITH SOMEONE ELSE 32. FAILED MY DRIVERS TEST 33. RAN A MILE IN LESS THAN 10 MINUTES 34. BEEN OUTSIDE MY HOME COUNTRY 35. BEEN ON A ROAD TRIP LONGER THAN 5 HOURS 36. GOTTEN MY HEART BROKEN 37. HAD A CREDIT CARD 38. BEEN TO A PROFESSIONAL SPORTS GAME 39. BROKEN A BONE 40. BEEN UNHAPPY ABOUT YOUR WEIGHT 41. WON A TROPHY 42. CUT MYSELF 43. HAD AN STD 44. GOT ENGAGED 45. BEEN ON A DIET 46. TRIED OUT TO BE ON A TV SHOW 47. RODE IN A TAXI 48. BEEN TO PROM 49. PLAYED IN A DRINKING GAME 50. STAYED UP FOR 24 HOURS OR MORE 51. BEEN TO A CONCERT 52. HAD A THREE-SOME 53. HAD A CRUSH ON SOMEONE OF THE SAME SEX 54. BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT 55. HAD BRACES 56. LEARNED ANOTHER LANGUAGE 57. KILLED A BUG 58. BEEN AT A YARD SALE 59. BEEN TO A JAPANESE STEAKHOUSE 60. WORE MAKE UP 61. TALKED TO SOMEONE VIA WEBCAM 62. LOST MY VIRGINITY BEFORE I WAS 16 63. HAD MY WISDOM TEETH TAKEN OUT 64. KISSED SOMEONE A DIFFERENT RACE THAN MYSELF 65. SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE 66. BOUGHT PORN 67. HAD A VIRUS ON MY COMPUTER 68. HAD ORAL SEX 69. DYED MY HAIR 71. GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE 72. WORE SOMEONE ELSE’S CLOTHES 73. VOTED IN AN ELECTION 74. RODE IN AN AMBULANCE 75. RODE IN A HELICOPTER 76. CAUGHT THE STOVE ON FIRE 77. GOT IN A FIGHT 78. BEEN ON VACATION 79. BEEN IN AN AIRPLANE 80. BEEN ON A BOAT 81. HAD SURGERY 82. BEAT A VIDEO GAME 83. FOUND SOMETHING VALUABLE ON THE GROUND 84. MADE A SURVEY 85. STALKED SOMEONE ON FACEBOOK/MYSPACE 86. PRANK CALLED SOMEONE 87. BEEN TO A LIBRARY OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL 88. SPENT OVER $100 SHOPPING IN ONE DAY 89. CUT YOUR HAIR AND HATED IT 90. PEED OUTSIDE91. WENT FISHING 92. HELPED WITH CHARITY 93. TAKEN A PREGNANCY TEST 95. BEEN REJECTED BY A CRUSH 96. BEEN SUSPENDED FROM SCHOOL 97. BROKEN A MIRROR 98. FAKED SICK FROM SCHOOL 99. OWNED A PET 100. BEEN TO SIX FLAGS

Tagged byStolen from;; Another blog! Tagging: Whoever would like to do it?

[avian-kneecaps]

Hey, guys. Welcome to my second TED talk.

My question today is very simple.

Can we bring the 50s aesthetic back?? Plsease?? I just finished watching Grease and I'm so. Thirsty.

I mean cmon!!! People!! Let's get on this!!

That's fuckingf hott!!

And then we have the rockabilly style! Like???

Why did this die I don't understand???? Asdfghjkl

I'm having a gay meltdown?!?!?!?!

So yeah, thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[angel-of-the-moons]

Can you do pavitr sex pollen smut😩

Gonna combine this ask:

Because ommmgg? Asdfghjkl I haven't actually come close to writing any sex pollen tropes and I fucking need to!

Hazy

Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!Reader

Because I'm tired of repeating myself: PAVITR IS AGED UP IN THIS FIC

TW/CW: Smut. Straight up smut. Unprotected sex, PiV sex, NSFW, creampie, sex pollen trope, no refractory period, oversensitivity

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: I really need to do this trope with other characters.

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It was a typical day for you. You finished your course papers for the day, submitted them in an email to your professor, and decided to brush up on some spring cleaning.

You'd opened the glass doors to your tiny apartment balcony, allowing the evening breeze to blow inwards, your curtain billowing about as it was blown around.

You turned on some tunes and set yourself to task; knowing your boyfriend would be home soon. You didn't cook dinner because the two of your decided to order out tonight to save on an extra load of dishes, and it honestly made your night much easier.

You were so consumed with your chores and your music that you failed to notice the man dropping onto your balcony, his body tense, his hands trembling; the multi-colored suit he wore covered in something light and powdery.

He dragged one foot at a time into your apartment, spotting you in the tiny kitchen, his chest heaving with each breath he took.

He barely managed to rip his mask off before he slipped his arms around your waist.

You gasped and spun around in his arms, blinking up at him, taking in his blown pupils and flushed face.

"P-Pavitr!" You gasped.

"What--"

He cut you off by crashing his mouth into yours, taking your off-guard moment to slip his tongue into your mouth, greedily twining with yours.

You could feel the strange powdery substance on his suit, the small flecks falling from his hair to breathe it in.

And it was... Strange. Your head started to feel funny, giddy, almost drunk. You didn't even retort when Pavitr's hand slipped around you to grip at your ass, pulling you so you were pressed against him.

You hiccuped for some air, briefly getting a respite before he kisses you again, his mouth hungry and desperate.

He was hard. Painfully hard.

Just feeling him press against you through his suit and your skirt, made you take another deep breath.

With every drag of your lungs, that weird feeling got heavier, with heat pooling low in your belly and dripping down your thighs, your underwear soaked clean through already.

What had Pavitr gotten into?

"Need you." His usually sweet and peppy voice croaked out.

Your mind was foggy and all you could do was crash your mouth to his again, biting at his bottom lip.

He groaned and all but ripped your skirt down, sinking to his knees in front of you before burying his face between your legs, licking a broad stripe up your weeping sex before his lips wrapped around your clit, his free hand gripping at his cock through his suit, desperate for some friction.

The moment he thrust his fingers inside of you, you tipped your head back and moaned wantonly, your hands gripping the edge of the counter for dear life, riding his face and fingers like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

Pavitr pulled his mouth off of you to bite at your thighs, curling and thrusting his fingers as fast as he could as he licked a rivulet of your slick back up to your lips, hungrily lapping at you like a man parched.

You spared a glance down and you saw him, his hair messy, the black strands dusted with the orange substance; his eyes were closed and he had this expression in a mix of bliss and hunger, like it was too much and not enough at the same time.

One of your hands flew down to grip at his hair, your teeth gritting tightly as you feel your orgasm start to wash over you, your blood boiling to the point sweat was rolling down your brow, your throat, and into the valley between your breasts.

When you cum, you do it with a broken whine and heavy breath, breasts heaving as Pavitr thrusts his tongue inside, drinking you up even more than before, nudging your clit with his nose as he does.

"Pavitr...." You moan as he pulls away, his jaw slack, the glossy sticky webs of your slick connecting him still, snapping like tension wires as he pulls far enough away.

He wipes his face on the back of his hand and shoots back to his feet, kissing you again, all teeth and tongue, robbing you of your breath that you managed to claw for.

It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough, you needed more. You needed all of him. You needed him inside you, and you needed him now.

It was like he could read your mind.

Pavitr buried his face in your neck, and you just barely heard him whine as he desperately rutted his clothed cock against your thigh.

"Need you." He whimpered.

You groan, feeling more heat gush out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation of being filled.

"I'm yours." You gasped when he bit down on your neck.

In a flash you were spun around, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as he bends you over, gripping your hips in his hand as he shoved the bottom half of his suit down in one swift motion, his cock finally springing free, the tip leaking and obscene amount of precum from it.

You made a hefty groan when all at once he thrust into you, his cock bottoming out and stretching you full.

Pavitr let out a shaky breath, his body trembling as he gave himself a few seconds to catch his breath, before he started slamming into you like a man possessed, small whimpers and weak grunts coming from him as he roughly fucked into you, burying his face into your hair and breathing deeply.

You keened loudly, Pavitr's thrusts punching the air out of your lungs so harshly it felt like your guts were being rearranged.

Your skin was burning, his every touch feeling like it was turning the blood in your veins to molten lava.

You let out a yelp when he pulled your shirt, ripping the buttons open and your bra down so your breasts could bounce free, one of his hands gripping and fondling you as if it were the only way to pull you back down onto him

You bite your lip and choke back a sob as your hand slides between your legs of its own accord, your fingertips brushing where his cock pistoned in and and out of you before moving back up to furiously roll your clit, working you back up to that peak where your second orgasm was waiting to pull you over the edge.

Pavitr made another pathetic whimper as he slapped his hips into yours, fucking you full as he pumped a hot, thick load into you, rutting into you as hard as he could, his cum dribbling out of you and dripping down your thighs, onto the floor as he kept fucking you.

You let out a high-pitched wail as you cum, gushing around his cock as he rode out his high.

The two of you slipped in your shared mess. And without even dislodging his cock from you, Pavitr reached out and caught you both, his arm wrapped around your chest as his other palm slammed onto the floor.

He rolled his hips desperately into yours, his still-hard cock slamming into your spongy walls.

"P-Pav--" You groaned deeply as he pinned you to your kitchen floor with his hips.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry--" He grunted into your hair.

"Need more. Need all of you." Pavitr groaned, pulling back to grip at your hips, pulling you back against him as he split you open with his cock.

"I... I need more."

[violetpunk666]

OH MY GOD DID GRIAN ACTUALLY SEE THAT POST ABOUT A LIFE-SHARE TRAFFIC THING??? AM I JUST HAVING ONE OF THOSE REALLY REALISTIC OVERLY SPECIFIC DREAMS AGAIN?? "SOULMATES"???

HOLDON LEMME FIND THE POST-

ok, not exactly the same but similar idea!!

god I hope that Scott and jimmy get each other so that the universe gives us flower husbands even when they said they were gonna stop doing that-

OH MY GOD YES!

not sure bout flower husbands just yet buT WE HAVE ANOTHER FATED PAIR

DESERT DUO SOULMATES!?!

N-no? dangit— spoke to soon

NO I DIDNT!!

"I think I prefer buff scar"

pfft—! god I could make that sentence sooo gay~

this kinda turned into a semi live blog of scars first ep— wasn't my intention but eh

also ooooo how are we gonna add this to the overarching watcher lore~??

the watchers grew tired of doomed lovers messing up their games and just decided to fucking embrace it like

"you want soulmates? oh we'll give you soulmates~"

asdfghjkl

ah I'm watching Scott's vid and it was confirmed no flower husbands soulmates this season :P

lmao i just finished Scott's episode and as if the watchers didn't hate his guts already—

his flame still burns bright as ever~

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Tag Game Thing

ayyyye another one (but not one from when I was drifting in the timeless void of Conceptually Tuesday), got tagged by @chthonicsiren , gonna tag @melthedwarf because I can >:) (edit: tagged the wrong person first cuz tumblr autofilled the url, sorry!)

1: Are you named after anyone? Yes! My birth name/not-quite-deadname is a tribute to my ma's maiden name. Without saying what either are, I'll just say that her maiden name followed a patronymic format (ex: Johnson), and my birth name is one of the feminine variants/related named (ex: Johanna?). My chosen name, Jordan Van Daalen, is a fun one! My friend and I were in drama class together, and were paired up for an assignment where we had to write a short script (we were given random phrases to start and end the scene with). We're both Huge Fucking Nerds, so we went Overboard, basically fleshing out both of our characters (and then we napped on each other). Jordan Van Daalen was what a random name generator gave me for my character. Less than a year later I realized I am some sort of non-binary, and decided to use that lil name as my future name, as well as eventual pen name :D

2: When was the last time you cried? Uh. Okay, so, like... sometimes when I'm really tired but can't sleep, I'll start improvising a little song? Just, like, whisper singing to myself? And it usually ends up being an emotional ballad about old traumas (or, you know, stuff from whatever media I've been binging)? also when I yawn my eyes water a tiny bit? so what I'm saying is that every time I can't sleep and end up singing dumb little songs, I end up crying. how often does that happen, you ask? well, buddy, I picked this url for a good reason. (it was probably yesterday)

3:Do you have kids? Does being the oldest in the friend group (and also being the dad friend) count? because I am the Father of some of these gremlins. no? oh. well, I am going to an auncle/ent soon, so that's close enough :D

4: Do you use sarcasm a lot? Depends on my mood? I'm less sarcastic than my brother, but definitely more sarcastic than either of my parents. I know that means nothing to any of you, but hey, that's my answer.

5: What's the first thing you notice about people? Uhhhhhhh if they give off gay vibes asdfghjkl; Honestly it varies, which I feel like is a given? I look for things that stand out- colored hair, piercings, if they have any jewelry, etc.

6: What color are your eyes? Okay, well, my ID says hazel, I used to describe it as "hazel green/green hazel", and I think a poet might describe my eyes as something like "sea foam green around sandy brown". However, a Certified Dick could just as easily call my eyes "snot green with a pinch of yellow". Could also just shrug and go "muddy green?". except in some lightings the "green" part seems like it might be vaguely blue, and I have been slowly driving myself insane trying to figure out a consistent color palette I can use when drawing self portraits/inserts because I can't get a decent pic of my eye to use a reference and I'm too awkward to ask someone (with less shaky hands) to do it for me. anyway, I spent ten minutes drawing what is arguably the best attempt I've ever made at making an accurate portrayal of my eye color:

7: Scary movies or happy endings? Generally speaking I prefer happy endings, but it feels weird to separate that from scary movies. However, I don't tend to watch many genuinely scary movies? I like horror comedies. I also very much enjoy watching shitty/low quality horror movies and roasting the fuck out of 'em. Humor is part of how I cope with actual scary movies/games too, though. That and pretending to try and scare the monsters :3 running through the scary dark hallway going "a-boogily-boogily-boo!" and rapidly snapping the camera from side to side like I'm jumping out at people. the monster goes rawr? I SAY IT LOUDER

8: Any special talents? I mean, I think most folks who follow me on here know that I've got a bit of talent in several types of art/creativity (music and writing are probably my big two)? But I can also beatbox a little, my arms are weirdly flexible (possible double-jointed at the shoulders?), and I am surprisingly good at picking things up/throwing them with my feet. That last one is 50% for throwing dog toys and 50% for picking up small things I dropped when I don't want to bend over. Weird? Yes. A talent? Probably not.

9: Where were you born? I think I was born in Seattle, WA, USA. It was definitely in the Seattle area, it just might have technically been a neighboring city.

10: What are your hobbies? Other than the aforementioned artsy shit, I play a lot of video games, in a variety of genres. My favorites are probably the Mass Effect series, Fallout: New Vegas, Persona 5: Royal, Horizon: Zero Dawn, and Spider-Man PS4. I need you to know how difficult it was for me to not list over a dozen games. Please understand. THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD GAMES FUCK. Also, idk if it super counts as a hobby in other people's minds, but I love LEGOs! My room is filled with them :D

11: Have you any pets? None that are, like, fully legally mine. My household has a dog, Bella, but I am unfortunately her least favorite. She loves letting me give her chin scritches first thing in the morning though :')

12: What sports do you play/have you played? KENDO, BITCHES. GET SMACKED WITH BAMBOO

13: How tall are you? Soooooo tall. Massive. Giant. A true, genuine image of a Viking Warrior.. ... ..... in other words I'm 5 feet and 3.5 inches. the .5 is incredibly important to me. On a good day with boots I can almost pass off as 5'5" tho, soooooo. I'm also built like a shit brickhouse (yes I know that's not the correct saying), so at least tall people can't throw me (I throw them)

14: Favorite subject in school? Three-way tie between English/Language Arts, Drama/Theatre, and Art class!

15: Dream job? Writer, artist, all around generally a Professional Nuisance. Maybe taking the place of a forgotten, half-dead God at a lonely shrine, slowly restoring it until it's something worth remembering, eagerly having unforgettable conversations with the rare passerby, never gaining enough fame or worship to have any real power over the world. Just enough to be a face that lingers in your memories, in your dreams, the little voice you hear when you need it most.

[jimlingss]

It's B from @bang-tan-bitches and I would like to request a yandere fic. It can be BTS OT7 x reader or BTS member of your choice x reader. Similar to your amazing isekai story i would like something similar(a long one shot or a multi-chapter, your choice). Whether YN transmigrates to a game or a novel (not as a villain but maybe as a cannon fodder side character that has little importance to the story and just wants to lay low) but YN captures the attention of the love interest(s) and shit starts getting weird, intense, uncomfortable. Maybe it causes the supposed female lead to turn into the villain, maybe it causes the love interest(s) to turn into the villain(s). Maybe YN realizes that something is wrong with the story/game but can't figure it out. Idk. Time period doesn't matter. Modern. Ancient. Fairytale. Fantasy. Whatever.

If you can do this great! If you can't or don't want to, that's okay too. You're an amazing writer with so much talent and I'm really appreciative of all your work. Thank you for taking requests from your fans, I'm sure you've received a lot.

Take care! 😘💜💜💜

at the start of the pandemic, I was getting back into manga and manhwa and then after a few months, I dawdled off but recently, I’ve been getting back into it again haha so this request came at a pretty good time. Hopefully you won’t mind that I’ve taken some creative liberties with this request lol I think it’s more fun if I keep readers on their toes, including the requester.

On another note, I really shouldn’t be writing all my isekai’s with Taehyung as the main lead but he’s just so fitting asdfghjkl

↳ The Fox Bride

2.6k || 99% Light Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Isekai!AU, Slight Yandere!AU, Nine-Tailed Fox!Taehyung

You are a tutorial character.

But you weren’t always. You still remember being a career woman in the twenty-first century, struggling with overtime and paying bills while trying to keep yourself fed. The success of that ranged from month to month. But more importantly, you still remember that night too.

It was rainy. Your car blew a flat tire. You pulled to the side of the highway and got out.

The last thing that registered was the deafening honk of the semi-truck. 

Then you felt yourself flying upwards.

But when you landed, instead of colliding with the concrete and dying upon impact, you fell back onto your ass in the middle of a market on a dirt road. Transported back a thousand years ago.

Your purpose was fulfilled in the next two minutes. 

“Are you alright?”

The male protagonist had stretched out his hand and helped you up. The hero. The main character. It was obvious with his bright red hair, shining eyes and bronze armour. He was so starkly different from the rest who were gray and drab, including you who was suddenly in a brown shapeless dress. He was practically a neon billboard in the middle of a graveyard.

“Are you Y/N?”

You looked at him, befuddled that he knew your name. But before you could even respond or provide a line of dialogue, he said, “This is a delivery from Baker Jeon. He gives you his thanks.”

The protagonists handed you a loaf of bread. Undoubtedly his first ever quest. 

You looked down, not sure what to do with it.

“Do you know where the blacksmith is?”

You had absolutely no clue. But there was the deafening noise of hammering steel literally ten steps away. You would have to be blind not to see the gruff man shaping a sword at an anvil right on the road and deaf not to hear it. As if that wasn’t enough, the literal sign of the shop read: ‘the blacksmith’.

So you pointed.

“Thanks.” And he trudged off.

You were utterly confused until a background character who said they knew you waved you over. You shared your bread with her, brushed aside when she asked you what was wrong, and you followed her as she walked up to your supposed cottage.

All the while, you saw yourself in the background of the hero’s main quest as he ran through the town.

And that was that.

It wasn’t so hard to figure out where you were or what the hell this was when you put your mind to it. Without much of a job or a family, and no technology but the candle that you had to conserve when night fell, there was ample time.

So you spent it thinking and you eventually solved the mystery.

You were in Beast Boys Harem: A Forbidden Embrace. AKA. a dumb yaoi otome game app that you downloaded on your phone when you were sixteen and bored. You remember because you were too cheap to buy the routes, so you played the tutorial, prologue and read the summaries of the routes online. Now you regret that you didn’t just fork over the goddamn five dollars. 

Even more than that, you regret that you even downloaded the game in the first place.

But at least you’re just a tutorial character. You’re free from the storyline and the plot—

That’s what you thought.

Turns out living a thousand years in the past in a fantasy realm as a woman didn’t bode well. It was probably no different from how it would’ve been like in the medieval ages. You had no trade skills. No one was willing to accept you as an apprentice when you were a woman. You found that you were essentially illiterate with a reading level of a preschooler, no one was willing to teach you, and you had no power or wealth when you were without a father or a husband.

And you’re certain what the landlord and tax-collectors are doing is illegal.

But in this world, in this unjust realm, there is no such thing as the law.

“We know you’re in there!”

You jolt from the heavy pounding on the frail wooden door.

“It’s time to pay up!”

Your hands tremble as you set the candle down that’s still billowing of smoke, the flame smothered out mere seconds ago. As much as you want to hide and pull the blanket over your head, you know that door won’t last. They’ll find you if you’re trapped in here.

“If you can’t, spread those legs of yours!” a low voice spits and there’s chortling from the men.

Someone adds, “Sell your body already!” 

“Open up! Damn whore!”

Without a single possession but the white nightgown clad on your body, you open the latch of the back window. You cringe at the squeak, trying to keep your movements quiet before the door gives way.

You hoist yourself up onto the window ledge. The door bends with the strength of multiple clenched fists against it. Your feet touch the soft grass outside your cottage. The men shout.

And the door finally slams against the wall, hinges broken. 

But by then, you’ve slipped into the shadows.

“Where is she?!”

The blanket is ripped off the bed, curtains are whipped back, every drawer dumped onto the ground and cupboards yanked open. The floor shakes with the weight of their boots and you press your palm to your mouth to silence your panting breaths, slowly stepping away.

“That damn whore slipped through us—!”

But as your shitty luck would have it, a sudden crack has the whole world coming to a standstill.

Shit. You look down at your feet, realizing that the snapping noise came from you stepping on a twig. And it’s exposed your hiding place.

“There she is!” — “Out the back window!”

You grab fistfuls of your dress and bolt. 

“Get her!”

With your cottage on the edge of town, there’s nowhere to run but through the dense woods. It’s shrouded in the darkness, no doubt filled with wild beasts creeping through the thicket. The rustling canopy of the trees doesn’t allow the dim, waning moonlight to illuminate your path.

So you’re left blind. Struggling up the high incline of the forest, feet slipping on dirt and mud. But you keep sprinting with all your might, even when the pointed, coiling branches scrape at your calves until blood sheds and the hem of your dress tears in the underbrush.

“Run, little rabbit!” one of them mocks, “Run!”

The four men continue to give chase, gripping onto their roaring torches, shrieking and howling after you. One of them is manically laughing as if your efforts to flee only adds to the thrill. Their greased hands reach out to snatch you, but the tips of their fingers graze the ends of your hair.

Your teeth are sunk into the bottom of your lip, sobs breaking through your aching chest. Your lungs burn, dying for a break or moment of relief. But you don’t relent and luckily, you manage to build distance between you and the men. Only, that luck comes crashing down by a fucking hole.

A hole in the forest floor that you don’t see. That has your footing all wrong. That makes you scream and fall.

You twist your ankle in a direction it’s definitely not supposed to be in and cry from pain. 

A second later, you force yourself to get up and keep running with tears flooding your eyes and dripping down your cheeks. But it’s more like limping than running, akin to hobbling on one leg and every movement has pain shooting from your swelling ankle.

The effort becomes futile. They surround you within minutes.

“All finished?” The tax-collector’s head cocks with a spreading grin. “You’re not going to keep running?”

Why couldn’t you just fucking die the first time?! Even if it was an awful death where you didn’t have time to prepare yourself or say goodbye to anyone, at least it would’ve been the end. At least you wouldn’t have to suffer.

But there’s no time to grieve. Or hate the new life you’ve been given. This is it. You have to keep going. You have to survive. By any means. You’re about to pick up a branch and uselessly wave it around at them, shout at them to stand back. Anything that you could do to save yourself—

“Who dares come onto my mountain?!”

There’s a deep timbre behind you. A husky voice that quivers the very core of the forest.

As if the wind has swept through, the trees and thicket rustle and it goes silent.

The men fall back onto their asses, some torches clattering to the ground. Their eyes have grown double in size, nearly falling from their sockets and their jaws have dropped to the dirt.

“I-It’s the nine-tailed fox!”

The man scrambles back.

“Demon!” 

Another barely manages to get onto his feet. He turns around and lurches away while shrieking.

They all run. Scattering away as frantically as cockroaches when the light is flickered on.

From your spot on the ground, you turn around with wide eyes. 

Amber irises meet your gawking and they practically glow in the darkness of the forest. He is dressed in a loose, white robe that’s draped over his frame, open to the middle of his chest. And over his honey hair, on the top of his head, his pointed golden ears twitch. By the torch fire still yet to die out, he is illuminated and his shadow is casted on the ground. The blazing flame warms his cold, sharp features. 

He is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. In both worlds you’ve lived in.

And you know who he is.

Taehyung. One of the love interests of the hero. A seductive, sly creature that eventually coaxes the hero into selling him his soul to grant one of his wishes. But Taehyung grows to become an obsessed character that wants to do nothing but monopolize and possess the hero for himself.

That same Taehyung approaches you with his lip curled as you teeter to your feet.

“Run away, girl.” He leans close. “Before I eat you.”

“Stop!” 

On sheer instinct and adrenaline, you push him back. Your palm shoves against his firm chest.

Taehyung stumbles back with his eyes becoming rounded. He looks down to where you had made contact against his body. “Did...you just touch me?”

“What?”

Taehyung’s head darts upwards and he captures your wrist in his hand, squeezing tightly. He tugs you in and on your swollen ankle, you stumble into him. Bodies flush against one another. Your face pressed to his warm chest. His arm coming around your waist to break your fall.

He is aghast. 

“You’re not from this world.” Taehyung’s yellow eyes swirl as they gaze into you. “Where did you come from?”

…

It’s been three days.

“Wed me,” he begs for the seventy sixth time. 

You don’t know why you’re keeping a count.

“No.”

You’re hugging your knees for warmth. The rice paper-paneled doors are slid open and letting in the chilly air. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold, but you don’t look at him for long. 

You turn into the corner of his home while sitting on the tatami floors as if you’re putting yourself into time out. But you’d like to say it’s your privacy corner. It’s as private as this abode, which was basically one room, could get. 

Taehyung sighs in frustration, placing his hand on his forehead. His teeth grit. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.” Your silence angers him more. “You can never leave.”

You turn over your shoulder to glare. “Even if I married you, you’d never let me leave anyway.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes on you and then smirks. “You’re right. Wed or unwed, I won’t let you out of my sight. You should feel grateful, girl. You’re the best human I’ve ever treated.”

You quietly scoff.

Maybe you should feel scared. Maybe you should tread more lightly. After all, he’s not a character to be trifled with.

But you know he needs you. That alone gives you power. 

As a beast, Taehyung’s been trapped on this mountain by priests for centuries. The only way he can be free is by feeding off of sexual energy and breaking the barrier. But of course, they also cursed him to be unable to touch any woman in this universe. 

You aren’t from this universe.

You jolt when you realize that while you were lost in thought, Taehyung’s crawled closer. He has a foxy smile, amber eyes searching your expression. “Maybe….maybe I’ll grant you a bit of freedom if you would just give into the temptation and let me have a taste of you.”

As cold as he looks, he is beautiful. He is mischievous when he smirks and sly when he speaks. You are utterly spellbound as you look into his irises. And the temptation he speaks of flickers in the warmth of your belly.

But you turn away.

“I already said we only do that kind of thing after marriage. And I will only marry someone I love.”

Taehyung draws back with an unamused scoff. “What a prudish world you’re from.”

He wanted you the moment you were brought to this house. With the intensity of his stare and your captivated state, you had let him pin you to his floor and you liked it. But then clarity came and you blurted that such an act only happens after marriage. A lie just to buy time.

You didn’t expect for the hero to arrive at Taehyung’s house the next day. With his red hair and bronze armour, he had gotten lost in the forest and knocked on the door. Before you could limp over and answer it, Taehyung jumped off the roof and confronted him.

The guy was thrown off the mountain within five minutes.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to have a steamy rendezvous. Taehyung was supposed to get the sexual energy from him! 

The story was going off the rails. And you’re not sure what you’re even buying time for anymore.

The both of you know it’s only a matter of time before you break and succumb to his mesmerizing seduction.

Taehyung is cruel, ruthless, obsessive.

But what’s the most bewitching thing about him is the jarring contrast of when he’s clumsy and nurturing. It’s what he regards as his own weakness. What he hides from others. But you felt your heart waver two nights ago when you were shaken awake in the middle of twilight. When you peeked open your eye to see him gingerly wrapping your swollen ankle with bandages.

He looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, ears, tails, sharp features softened—

“Ow!” You wince as he squeezes your ankle, right on your injury.

“You think too much in your head,” he says and looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.”

A sadistic smile tugs on Taehyung’s lips. He lets go, but only to lift your chin with his fingers. His plush lips are inches away, his breath warm on your skin and he gazes deep into you. “I won’t let you return to your world. I won’t let you run away. I won’t let anyone harm you.”

“You’re mine now.” Taehyung swears, “You’ll fall in love with me eventually.”

You gulp and he smirks.

The two of you know it’s only a matter of time.