#promise i‘m sane

[p4rty4nim4l]

what if animatic was called 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴amatic and instead of killing everyone from ingesting caffeine he got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and the challenge was to survive and not get STDs or get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴amatic

[bravo4iscool]

Could you maybe make a comfort one with Simon or Soap please? Like the reader has trauma and gets triggered by something and has a panic attack? If not that's okay! You don't have to! <33

but what if i did both👀? hehehehehehehe

this is an amazing idea! since you didn‘t mention if reader is civilian or military i‘ll go with military… but technically this could also be civilian lol

all i know about ptsd i know because one of the main characters of my favourite series (ray perry from seal team) struggled with ptsd after he was taken hostage. i’m in no way a expert about this whole topic or anything else…

reader‘s call sign is „venom“. and for the love of god idk how to imitate a scottish accent, so please don’t hate me cuz i didn‘t do it🧍🏼

btw IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG! i’m in my final 10 weeks of school and it’s so stressful😭😭

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

john „soap“ mactavish

soap didn‘t know that something was off. he suspected something—maybe—but he wasn‘t 100% sure. so, when you start to disassociate, your pupils dilating he at first wasn‘t sure how to act.

„ey, ey!“ he nudges your shoulder, a visible frown on his face. „venom? venom, hey!“ you don’t answer, your gaze darting around the room.

he waits another second, wondering if you’ll answer but then it clicks and he knows what’s going on. you’re having a ptsd period.

he carefully stepped away from you and looks around. he needs to find out what exactly triggered you. “i’m gonna step away for a second, okay?” he tells you, taking one step after the other.

your head twitches but you don’t answer, only stumble back a little bit. soap wasn‘t unfamiliar with ptsd, ghost suffered from it too, but he didn‘t know you had to fight it. you‘ve always acted to strong and put together, so what was your trigger?

„soap?“ your weak, rasp voice calls out for him and immediately he’s beside you again, his hand reaching out for you. „soap, don‘t go,“ you plead, your hands shaking when you grasp him, your knuckles white and your grip bruising. you choke out a, „don‘t leave me.“ and he promises he won‘t.

„i‘m here,“ he assures you, carefully and gently removing your hands from his arms and placing them around his waist so he can properly hug you. „i won‘t leave; ever.“

you sink into the hug, your hands crunching up his shirt with your grip. you were save, no? you were safe…

you weren’t…there. you were here; with soap. he was holding you, keeping you sane. you didn’t need to worry about anything.

he’d keep you safe.

simon “ghost” riley

the moment simon realizes you’re having another ptsd episode he’s beside you, his hand hovering over your cheek.

“stay w’me, venom,” he murmurs, his gaze searching for yours. “c’mon… stay w’me.”

when you make no sign to move he slowly exogenous his hand so it fully cups your cheek and he pulls you close.

your hands slightly tremble and you look at him with blown eyes. your breath is staggered and you feel this familiar yet unwanted rustling in your ears. you want it to stop.

“take deep breaths love,” simon instructs you as he cradles you hand in his to hold it against his chest. “j’st like i do.”

tears start to gather in your eyes while you try to focus on simon but your thoughts were screaming at you, dragging you down that hole you didn’t want to drown in.

“y’doin’ amazing,” he whispers in a gentle voice, his other hand pulling your heard against his chest with careful hands. “j’st like that. perfect.”

you let out a couple of chocked hiccups as you try to relax against simon’s body, doing all the tasks therapy taught you.

“‘m sorry,” you swallow in a voice rough from crying.

“no, none of that,” simon frowns. “y’doin’ exactly what y’were taught.” his one hand tightens over your that’s laying on his chest, his other he buries in your hair. with a careful movement he places his chin on top of your head.

“d’nt ever apologize f’havin’ problems,” he tells you in a quiet voice, his hold on you tightening.

he’d never let you go.

[shisnhou]

is it ok if i could request a songfic dabi x reader? hold on by chord overstreet? sorry if this is triggering, i’m just going through a tough time right now and need some fluffy dabi love

hold on

pairing: dabi x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

cw: vulnerability, mental battle, too much emotions, mention of emotional overload, reader is very sensitive. do tell if i missed any!

wc: 1.6k

an: anon i’m sorry this took me a very long time to finish

“doll open the door,” how many times has dabi repeated that phrase? three? four? maybe five. he doesn’t know, can‘t be bothered to care. his mind is way too occupied to even count. a hand is buried in his black spiky hair, the other fisted and pressed against the door that separates you from him. “we can talk about this. just open the damn door, will you?”

you respond with silence. you know that dabi could easily burn down the door to the bathroom you‘ve been hiding in for the past half hour. yet somehow he still hasn’t, and you‘re thankful for that. thankful that he still has the mind to give you space and not just burst through despite everything you said earlier.

you sigh once again. pulling your knees impossibly closer to your chest and running your hands through your face. you feel so small, so tired, so sick of it.

dabi lowers his fist to his side, sighs and closes his eyes. he presses his forehead against the door and lightly bangs his head against it. he doesn’t know what to do from here. he knows you‘re probably in a tough spot right now, knows you really didn’t mean to say all those things you did earlier. he doesn’t blame you, absolutely not. he knows that you need some space, and maybe some time to think about what you had said earlier. but he can‘t leave you here. not like this.

dabi damn well knows what it‘s like to be left in a headspace that‘s nothing but an empty void ready to eat you and shred you up until you‘re nothing but a mere quarter of what you truly were. god, he‘s so familiar to that feeling and he knows how bad it can get. he doesn’t want to leave you and allow you to wallow in that wreck. all he wants to do is be there with you and let know that he‘s right here, just for you.

".. if you want to talk about here, i‘m right here y‘know." he tries to say, hoping that you‘d at least answer with a hum. but to his disappointment, not even a hitched breath disrupts your breathing. "if you‘d just let me in baby, i swear i‘ll be right there."

silence. silence so loud he can barely hear the own sounds of his thoughts. silence so loud you can‘t hear your own breathing speeding up. it‘s all pure dullness throughout the whole house you’re sure you‘d hear a pin drop.

"if i let you in dabi— would you promise me one thing?" are the first words to leave past your lips in what feels like an eternity to dabi. a breath of relief leaves past his lips, allowing his shoulders to release all the tension that built up in it.

"anything doll. fuck, anything." it‘s so honest and painful. the desperation in his voice is filled with so much emotion even he himself can barely recognize it.

"after this," you sigh shakily, wrapping your hands around yourself. "let this be the last time we‘re meeting each other, eye to eye.“

dabi swears his heart stops. suddenly a familiar ring in his ears makes noise. breathing caught up in his throat as he tries to make out a proper thought in his suddenly clogged head. all emotions coming from every direction as he tries to think of something he can say in return, yet not a single one of them seem to make its way to the tip of his tied tongue. 

it becomes still for a second, as if the world has stopped and won’t start until you say something.

“dabi are you—”

“i’m here.” he breathes. he swallows his words that were about to be thrown to you from him. words that he’s sure he will regret saying. there’s not one sane thought in his head, not a single one of them passable enough to be said to you. sure enough he knows what you mean, he heard what you said, of course he did, loud and clear. but something in him doubts it. there’s no way you meant it. had you meant it, surely you would say it right to his face, not when there’s a door between you two. 

“you heard—”

“i’m coming in.”

there’s no hesitation nor emotion brought in with his voice. it is simply vacant, words simply said with nothing placed behind it and it catches you off guard. however before you can even react, the loud echo of the door being opened takes a yelp out of your weak body. 

and right there he stands. 

dabi looks at you, but he says nothing. cerulean eyes pointed at you, looking at you so deeply. silence is what blankets over you both. yet it is not the silence where in it brings comfort, rather it is something farther than that. silence so loud it blocks out the hurricane of thoughts in your overbearing head. you’re not sure if you should say something, walk out, or even just pretend that he doesn’t exist. there is not single plausible thought in your mind, everything is so unorganized it makes the aching pain in your head unbearable by the second. 

“you don’t mean that, don’t you?” dabi takes it up in himself to break the tense silence between you both. he does not mean to be that kind of pushy person— although he tends to be sometimes— when you are in a tough situation. however, if he does not quell that lingering feeling of heartbreak in his stapled and already fragile heart, he knows it will put an insufferable weight on his shoulders. “right, (y/n)?”

uncertainty fills your body. did you really mean what you told him? sure enough you did.. right? you said it, and you’re sure you wouldn’t say anything you mean aloud. unless you truly did commit such a dumb error while being at a vulnerable moment. 

“because if you did, then i don’t know— i’ll— i’ll go.” faux confidence drips from his words. a believable lie that comes from the top of his head is directed towards you. sure enough, he doesn’t know what to do at the moment. overloaded with too much emotion at the same time, dabi is shaken up. his already slipping sanity seeping through the huge holes that he patched up with you, holes that are now re-opening. “i’ll fucking leave if that is what you want.”

swallowing the bile in his throat dabi looks at your figure that is doubled over in-front of him. head buried in your hands, your hair is the only thing that meets his eyes. you’re shaking, terribly and he sees that. as sharp words form in his head  hurtful thoughts in his mind are starting to clog him up. however, amongst that messy sea dabi hears in a such a tiny voice, in your voice, and it tells him something. something that he has been wanting to hear through this jungle. 

‘please don’t leave.’

and there, those simple words coming from that tiny voice in his head pulls the reigns of his thoughts forcing it to a halt. it forces him to open all the five senses of his tattered body, allows him to hear the silent plea coming from you. and it urges him to go to you. he doesn’t even realize that his body has moved to its own accord and bring itself to you, up until he can see his arm situating itself on the top of your head ever so delicately. 

“i’m here.” is what he can hear himself say. it’s quite the opposite to what he said earlier, and so is the intention to his words. earlier, he had lied to you, lied all because that’s what he’s good at. he’s so good at lying and being hurtful, but this time, he’s being honest. this is what comes from his heart, not from his calculated mind. “i’m not going to leave.”

and then all of a sudden, he can feel you look up. dabi’s eyes meet with yours and he feels you tug him down. and down he goes, kneeling to the ground, body before yours. then, without even saying anything at all, he can feel your arms loop around his neck. then the dam breaks. a loud cry comes from you as your tears fall on his grafted skin, holding unto him so tightly, afraid that if your hold was anymore loose than now he’d make up his mind and leave you for good.

“don’t leave. please. you’re all i have.” you beg. plead even. and dabi’s sure he has never heard someone beg him like this. for his whole life, pleads that were directed towards him were always pleads of mercy, life, leaving them alone. not once was it ever like this. in an instance where someone has begged of him to stay with him and not leave. 

dabi doesn’t know how to react mentally. but his body, once again, moves on its own. in a way that dabi approves. his hands wrap themselves around you, holding you so tight you can feel the squeeze of his hold that brings nothing but comfort to your unorganized mind. it brings peace to your mind, halting the the internal war that keeps your mind in a tangle. 

“i won’t leave. okay? i won’t.” he assures you and he can feel you nod against his skin.

dabi never expected this. in his whole entire life that he would be holding someone this close. comforting someone in a such a way that he can feel his own heart beating loudly against his ears. he has never felt like this, felt so wanted, so needed to the point where it urges him to stay and not leave like he always does. and it feels so good. so good to the point where he feels like he can stay like this forever. so good that he knows he will never let this go. so good to the point where he, a man like himself, knows that this is the love he has been deprived of. 

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[poeticanonymoussoul]

2 am texts to my ex I deleted again

I don‘t want a life without my best friend

This isn‘t fair

And it‘s not fair that some stupid person decided he‘s gonna be an asshole and destroy someones life

And it isn‘t fair that I had a family I couldn‘t talk to and didn‘t get support from when I was so small

And it‘s not fair how you treated me and the way it ended isn‘t at all how it should have and we could have been good together if you were the type for it, but you aren‘t and it‘s not fair that I am and you aren‘t

It‘s not fair I feel so depressed when I‘m trying so hard to be positive and keep fighting and keep working, I‘m sure I‘m trying more than some other people to be okay but for them it‘s just normal

It‘s also not fair how it ended with my new boyfriend because I liked him and because I just started opening up and it hurt me again and it‘s not fair I‘m so emotional and attached to people I‘m always sad when someone leaves even if it felt bad, and he promised he was the kind of person who wants to stay but apparently his tolerance to go through rough patches is lower than mine

It‘s not fair the things that make me feel safe always get taken away and all so quickly after one another, and the new stuff I try to find also gets taken away apparently so wtf why

Like try and build a house of cards in a hurricane

I‘m so sick of it all, I just want one single thing to work out for me, one thing to keep me sane

[helaintoloki]

hey could i request a danny torrance x fiancé!reader where he’s having nightmares but doesn’t want to talk about it. after a fight between them he runs off and gets drunk. afterwards the reader takes care of him and helps him to get sober again. with some angst but lots of fluff? btw i absolutely love your writing!!!💕

a/n: it’s been a while since I last wrote for my husband oh boy

You’ve been pacing around your living room for an hour, calling anyone who may know of your fiancés whereabouts, looking out the window every other minute in search of his car, and sitting down to cry when your legs couldn’t bare the constant movement any longer. Despite the massive fight you’d had just hours before you were more worried than upset, and all you wanted was to know that Danny was safe and not drunk in a ditch somewhere.

The nightmares had started up again, worse than they’d been in a long time, and all you had wanted to do was help. After all, by accepting his proposal you had also accepted the burden of helping him carry the weight of his past. But Dan refused, and his guilt of bringing you into his whole mess eventually morphed into anger, not at you but at himself. He lashed out, and all you could do was stand there and take it.

“You don’t understand and you never will!” You couldn’t argue with that. “Just leave me alone because you’re suffocating me!” He needed his space. “I’m going out, don’t bother coming after me.” You stayed home to let him blow off the steam, and with four hours having come and gone you’re left alone to stew in your fears. All you can do is hope and pray that wherever he is, he’s alright.

The door swings open and you jump to your feet, immediately helping a stumbling Dan into the house and onto the couch. He reeks of alcohol, his eyes bloodshot and his clothes disheveled, but there’s a flash of guilt that crosses his features at he looks at you, eyes that beg for both forgiveness and help.

“I‘m so glad you’re safe,” you breathe out in relief.

“I’m sorry,” is all he can muster up. Danny is completely exhausted and feels completely awful. He regrets everything, and he just wants the ache in his head to stop.

“It’s not you, it’s the booze,” you comfort, handing him the glass of water you’d prepared the moment he left in preparation for his return. He gulps it down greedily before allowing his head to fall forward and rest upon your chest.

“I-I don’t want to be like this anymore,” he hiccups, “I can’t keep doing this to you.”

“Dan-“

“No, I mean it this time, y/n. You deserve better than some lousy drunk for a husband,” he weeps. Tonight’s outing had made him an emotional drunk, and all you can do is sit there and comfort him to the best of your abilities.

“I knew what I was getting into when I accepted this ring,” you utter, thoughtfully twirling the silver engagement ring around your finger, “and I love you Daniel Torrance. More than anything. I... I’ve been going to these meetings. For people who have alcoholic loved ones, it helps me understand your drinking better and keeps me sane. They also have an A.A. meeting there, and I think you should give it a try. It could really help you.”

“I’ll do anything,” he professes desperately. “I just want to get better.”

“We’ll get through this together, my love,” you promise, taking his hand in your own and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. It’s not going to be easy, but I know we can do it.”

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Dan sniffles with a weak smile. “I love you, y/n. More than I can put into words.”

“I love you, too,” you soothe. “Now I think it’s time we get you into bed so you can get some sleep, okay?”

You take him by the hands and help him up off the couch before guiding him to your shared bedroom. It’s going to take some time before either of you find peace, but you’re willing to put in the effort if it means saving the future of your marriage. As the saying goes, you’ll just have to take it one day at a time.

[blackdragonturds]

Mortal Kombat Fanfic time!

Since I got positive reviews on my previous oneshot “Sacrifice”, I thought why not continue? PT. 2 of “Sacrifice”,

Gender neutral reader x Kabal fanfic

(sixteen hours ago) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

“SNAP OUT OF IT KABAL!”

Kano shook his friend’s shoulders as Kabal watched outside the Black Dragon medbay. Anxious and terrified he never let his eyes leave his partner. The medics studiously attend the wounded significant other of Kabal’s nervous tension seemed to worsen.  

“Y/N’s hurt and I have to help them!”

“You did all you could Kabal. You sit here and wait till they’re done.”

Kano walked back into the small room as Kabal’s feelings of helplessness intensify. Seeing how he literally couldn’t do anything else, he felt completely useless.

Biting his lip, he wishes he could find the words to say he was sorry. Leaning against the wall, he felt tears fall down his face with regret swimming inside him.

“I knew I should of stayed on guard…I’m such an idiot…”

He paced the halls at least fifty times waiting for you to be okay. His body quaked with tension as he sat down, hands shaking and heart pounding he could’t relax if he tried.

One of the punk dressed medics handed him a cup of water.

“This should calm you down…”

“I don’t want it.”

He slapped it out of the medic’s hand and growled. The cup hit the wall as water splatters onto the floor. The medic was frozen with surprise and seeing the fires of hell in Kabal’s eyes.

“Let me alone…”

In fear of what could happen, the medic ran back into the small room you were being treated in. He punched the walls, screamed into the dingy pillow on his chair, but nothing helped. He couldn’t get his hands to stop shaking. Soon, a medic approached with Erron beside him.

“Kabal, the patient is in critical condition…”

“Is Y/N all right? What’s going on?!” Kabal demanded.

Erron handed him a red glass bottle and a package of syringes. He informed Kabal,

“Take some of that poison that’s been extracted and follow this recipe I  have here. This will create antivenom you can give to them.”

Kabal hated this idea right from the get-go. He was even more angry and frustrated than before.

“You expect me to put more poison inside them!? You’re insane Erron!”

Erron stayed calm but his voice was firm.

“Listen idiot, I’m not finished. The antivenom is an anticoagulant and will stop Y/n’s blood from turning toxic to their organs. When I was on Earthrealm thats how they stopped snakebites from becoming deadly.”

Kabal looked to the shoes and sighed,

“Whatever…just help them.”

Kabal sat back down in the metal chair with his face in his hands. Taking the bottle, needles and slip of paper, Erron and the medic go back to tending you.

Kabal unfolded the paper, and the recipe gave specific instructions as to how to make antivenom. He felt his lunch rise in his gullet forcing it back down reading the ingredients, procedure and how to administer it. Stuffing the things into his coat pockets, he got out of his chair pressing his face against the glass, punching another hole in the thin wall. He looked back through the small window hoping everything is going to be all right, but in the back of his mind he fears the worst.

After about three hours Kano approaches Kabal with a concerned expression.

“Uh, Kabal?”

“What is it Kano?”

“I have some good news and well, not so good news, mate.”

“Just speak….” Kabal hissed.

Kano knelt down to Kabal in his seat and tried to approach the subject to his friend.

“Kabal…Y/N’s in serious trouble…and their heart almost gave out…”

Kabal’s own heart stopped and began to race as Kano continued.

“That poison was pretty potent shit mate. They’re pretty tough I must say. But the good news is, Y/n’s stable now. They’re gonna need rest for a few days. Despite their right lung almost collapsing they’re fine now.”

Kabal leaned back in his chair sighing with relief. He was glad you were all right though.

“Can I see Y/n?” Kabal asked.

“Knock yourself out. But if you plan on taking them home with ‘cha be careful. Few cracked ribs and stitches mate.”

Kabal nodded stomping his way angrily into the small room where you lay in a bed.

His breath caught seeing you. His anger faded into sadness as he fell to his knees beside you. He broke out crying as he clasped your hand. Feeling how cold you were made him whimper.

“I‘m so sorry…I promise to make D’vorah pay for hurting you…”

He sobbed harder than he had in several years. Feelings of hurt and anger made his chest ache as he feared of losing you. Rubbing your head he could see the bandage strapped over you. Scooping you up from the bed, he was careful not to pick you up incorrectly. He could see veins discolored and peeking out of your skin and pulsating. You looked sickly and pale as he carried you bridal-style and out of the Black Dragon HQ. He walked to his apartment carrying you home worried sick about you.

Opening the door to his apartment, he kicks the door open when he turned the knob. Stepping over piles of clothes and random scattered objects on the floor, he carried you to his bed.

The rock posters on the walls sway to him walking by placing you as gently as he could onto the bed, pulling the covers over your waist. Opening his nightstand, he sticks a small pocket sized pulse monitor he used when he went for a run on your arm, just to be sure. Turning it on, he sat down next to you, trying to keep himself from crying. Pulling the glass bottle, needles and recipe on the nightstand, he sat down, and passed out in his chair, his head landing on your leg. His last sane thought was worrying you wouldn’t wake up. Thanks for reading guys! Peace! 

[illumose]

BTS reaction : when they say something they end up regretting [ part 2 ]

genre : angst and fluff, it depends on the member

requested by : a lot of people ✨

author’s note : thank you for reading and the feedback, I appreciate it a lot xx [ part one, must be read in order to understand ]

seokjin •

Seokjin asked himself why he said those horrible words to you. He wondered how he could invalidate your feelings and have no consideration towards your person. Yes, it was his job to be nice with fans, but you were his significant other. The person he wanted to marry, to have kids with. Yet, he managed to fuck up so badly that you avoided him at all costs. It has been three days, three days of silence and quietness that he could no longer bear. He missed your laugh, he missed you. He heard you cry at night and it broke his heart. He felt so guilty, he felt like an asshole.

"Y/n, honey. I’m terribly sorry, I’ve been such an ass with you. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, you had all the reasons to be upset," He started, sitting next to you on the couch. "I can’t quite understand why I reacted in an aggressive way when you only voiced your concerns and feelings. I bed your pardon, my love. It will never happen again, I promise you."

You looked at him, he was wallowing in guilt and sadness. In spite of what he did, you did not want him to be sad nor sorrowful. "You used my fears against me, it’s not fair."

"I know, and I’m sorry. I can’t bear to be without you. You’re my universe, please, give a chance to make it up to you," He pleaded, his eyes lighting up when you snuggled into his chest.

"One chance, that’s all. Don’t waste it," You warned him as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

yoongi •

Like you asked him to, he moved back to the dorm. Yoongi regretted his words, however, he was too proud to make the first step to apologize. He had believed that with time, you would have calmed down and you would forgive him. Well, his little plan did not work. He took you for granted too many times, and you were not going to let him treat you like trash. You ignored his calls, his texts.

He was now in front of your front door, knocking and screaming like a mad man for you to open the door. He began to realize what he was slowly loosing. You, the person he loved and cherished the most. He could not let it occur.

"I have plenty of time, Y/n. I can stay here all night. I just wanna talk to you," He explained, his ear against the door. He was trying to know if you were behind the door. You sighed, tired of his bullshit. You knew he could be stubborn.

You opened the door, much to his surprise. He had a bouquet of flowers in the hands, an apologetic smile on the lips, and dark circles under the eyes. He must have exhausted himself in his stupid studio.

"You look terrible," You said, bitterly. You let him enter your apartment, but you did not sit on the couch.

"It’s because I need you. I know I said the opposite, but I was just irritated because of work. I know it’s no excuses. You’re the one who keeps me sane, without you, I would die," He explained, with sincerity.

"Prove that you won’t do it again, and I might consider giving you a second chance. Otherwise, it’s over between us."

hoseok •

Jimin followed you after you stormed out of the practice room. He felt sorry for you, and wanted to comfort you. "Y/n, don’t take his criticism to heart, he’s moody," He tried to reassure you, speeding up to keep up with your fast pace.

"It does not give him the right to be hurtful and mean towards me, not when I’ve been here for him for so long. I asked him to teach me, not to judge me. I’m tired of being comprehensive and understanding with people," You claimed, eyes filled with tears. This time, you won’t forgive him. He often snapped at you for no reasons, and you grew tired of feeling sad. "I won’t leat anyone bring me down, not even him. I love him, but I love myself more," You finished, flashing Jimin a smile.

"You’re only debuting, and from what I’ve seen, you clearly succeeded more than any other beginner. If you want to, I can teach you," He suggested, knowing that Hoseok was wrong.

"I’d like to," You replied, hugging Jimin to thank here. "I’m going to go back home, tell Hoseok that he can pick up his stuff. I don’t want to live with someone who disrespects me."

As much as you loved Hoseok, he crossed the line. You would never forget his cruel criticisms, you needed to end this relationship which quickly grew toxic. It was not the first time he made hurtful comments, but it was for sure the last time.

"Be careful on your way back home. If you need anything, text me. I’ll be here in a minute," The blond-haired boy told you, earning a laugh from you. He was Hoseok’s friend, but also yours.

namjoon •

The moment you closed the bedroom’s door, Namjoon understood that he slowly destroyed the love you two shared. His behavior towards you was toxic, it consumed your happiness. He promised you to never break your heart, however, he broke his promise.

Being tired was not an excuse to be an asshole, he knew it. He called you a ‘pain in the ass’, something he said, out of his mind, without thinking. Of course you weren’t one. He messed up, and he did not know if he could make it up to you.

After a few hours of being locked in the bedroom, you decided to confront your boyfriend, well future ex-boyfriend. "Namjoon, can we talk?" You asked, finding him sitting in front of the door with puffy eyes. He nodded, following you in the living room. It hurt you to see his saddened expression. Nonetheless, he was responsible for his own pain.

"I’m—"

"I know. You’re sorry, you did not mean it. It’s like the past few weeks, you mess up and then you apologize, thinking I’m going to forget and forgive. Do I look like a punching-ball? I’m not. I refuse to be one. That’s why we must end it before it gets worse," You stated, seriously. "I love you, and I will forever do. However, you crossed the line. You took me for granted, and treated me like garbage. You cannot expect me to stay in a relationship in which I feel more hated than loved. I’ll be moving out in the following week, Namjoon," You went on saying, flashing him a sympathic smile, supposed to comfort him.

He sobbed, realizing that he destroyed everything. He was the main reason behing the break up, and he wouldn’t forgive himself.

jimin •

You two were currently on no speaking terms. You avoided him, and he avoided you. He did not know what to say, and thought that he would only make it worse. He knew it was not your fault if you had missed the date, your boss did not give you the choice.

A knock on the door pulled him out from his daydream. "I need to shower." You stated, coldly. His childish attitude irritated you, even more when it was unfair. He unlocked the door, letting you in. You did not acknowledge him, and walked past him, undressing yourself.

He watched as you got into the shower, thinking about the words he pronounced yesterday. I did not make the mistake to propose to you. He scoffed at this untrue statement, he was acting like a prick. All he wanted was to see you walk down the aisle, and now, his dream was compromised by his shitty actions.

"Y/n, love. I did not mean everything I told you yesterday." He said, joining you despite your small mumbles of complaint. "I don’t know what has gotten into me. I guess I was pissed off because I wanted to use this date as a way to propose to you. I felt upset when you couldn’t come, so I snapped at you."

You reached out for the shampoo, feeling your heart warm at his words. He wanted you to be his significant other for life, which was a huge commitment. "I guess I can forgive you, even though I shouldn’t," You responded with a smirk on the lips. He kissed you as your hands were wrapped around his neck.

taehyung •

"C’mon, I apologized. You’re not actually going to break up with me because of small argument, are you?" Taehyung frowned, confused as to why you were still not talking to him nor forgiving him.

"Are you deaf? Do I need to repeat this again in order for you to understand? It’s over between us, Taehyung. You’ve been such a prick for the past few days. I can’t believe you’re still here thinking you can make it up. I’m tired of your excuses, I’m tired of you. I’ve supported this attitude for too long, now, I’m ending it. You and me, it’s not possible. I deserve way better than you," You smirked, watching as he was being hit by realization. "I don’t why you’re behaving like this, but you should figure out the reason before your friends actually give up on you."

"Is it really over?"

"Yes. No second chance because you already got four. No making it up, no marriage counselling. See this as an omen, you’ll be able to find someone perfect who doesn’t mess everything," You laughed out loud, feeling relieved.

Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears. Why did he have to be mean? He should have been encouraging. He failed miserably his job of boyfriend.

"I wish you the best, Taehyung. I truly do, even if our relationship ends badly."

With that, the two of you never talked again. It was over, even if Taehyung still loved you.

jungkook •

A mess, it was the best word to describe Jungkook right now. Without you, he was miserable. He tried to reach out for you, but you avoided all his calls.

"Please, hear me out, babe," He begged you, following you like a lost puppy. You just got out of work, and he was in front of your workplace, waiting patiently for you. His voice was full of despair.

"I‘m giving you the space you asked for," You replied, ignoring his soft gaze. His words caused you sorrow. It was particularly harsh, and aimless. "Stop following me."

"No. I won’t stop until you let me apologize properly," He declared, speeding up when you tried to lose him in the crowd. "You’re not uptight, you’re far from uptight. You’re generous, kind and loving. You’re the most amazing soul I’ve ever got to meet. Perhaps you deserve better than me, a man who cannot think before thinking. I’m sorry. I love you deeply, Y/n."

Jungkook reached out for your hand, and for the first time, you did not try to reject his affection.

"I cannot express how sorry I am. You’re my lover, not my mother. I don’t want space, I want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved," He confessed, his body getting closer to yours. "It won’t happen again, I promise. Don’t dump my ass, please," He implored, and you finally gave in. You planted a kiss on his lips.

[bts-fantasy]

Would You Still Love Me The Same

Pairing: Taehyung/Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Previous — Next

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Take Care Of You

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Three years ago...

„So you guys got that close in such a short amount of time?“, Jimin asked while he was trying to stuff the folder into his small backpack. You nodded ignoring the skeptical tone in his voice and walking out of the classroom. „Y/N, I know that girls like this whole bad boy image but I never thought you‘d fall for that too.“ His words made you stop in your tracks and turn around. „Jimin, I know what you‘re thinking. I know what people say about him. ‚The strange kid that lives in one of the abandoned train containers outside of town. The kid that just appeared out of nowhere and has no friends or relatives here.‘ But you don‘t know him like I do so you shouldn‘t judge him just like that.“

You could tell that he was lost for words from the way his mouth was slightly agape. He certainly didn‘t expect you to snap back like this but it needed to be said. You were sick and tired of people judging him without even knowing anything about him and you were tired of the worried look on Jimin‘s face whenever you said you were going to meet him. It just wasn‘t fair and you hated how they misunderstood him every time.

„I’m sorry Y/N, I‘m just worried about you“, Jimin admitted after a long pause. „Yeah, I know but I‘d be glad if you just gave him a chance, you know?“ Jimin nodded and opened the large door that separated you from the outside world.

Finally, out in the sun, you looked around and immediately spotted the tall guy leaned against his motorbike. „I‘ll try but I can‘t promise anything“, Jimin answered fixing Taehyung with his eyes. He was dressed all in black and had black beanie covering his ears even though it was hot outside. Jimin had never met him before so you got more and more nervous with each step you both took towards the motorbike.

Will they get along? You were hoping they would.

After the masked ball, Taehyung and you started talking day and night and also hung out a lot. You always felt so alive when you were with him and he‘d drive you to random places with a nice view so you could lay there and watch the stars together while talking about random stuff. It was almost scary how well you both understood each other but you loved the thrilling feeling. It was exciting and new and you couldn‘t get enough.

Even though he didn‘t have much money he’d always bring a little picnic with him and would just ignore your worried protests about him spending all his money on you.

When you finally reached him he pulled you into a tight hug while Jimin just stood awkwardly next to you. „Who‘s this?“, he asked after letting you go. His deep voice was intimidating and Jimin pushed his chest out trying to appear taller but he was still a lot shorter than Taehyung. You wrapped your arm around Jimin‘s biceps trying to calm him down. „Tae, this is my best friend, Jimin. Jimin, this is Taehyung“, you introduced them both watching them nod at each other with clenched jaws. The tension was visible on their faces and you sighed letting go of his arm. „Please guys, there‘s no need to stare at each other like that. Can‘t you guys at least try to get along? For me?“, you added looking between both of them and relaxed when the finally agreed shaking hands. „For you, Y/N“, they both said.

After saying goodbye to your best friend you hopped on the bike and wrapped your arms around Taehyung‘s waist while he let out a giggle as always because you tickled him. He drove out of town and up to the hills and an hour later he parked on top of the hill and you got off admiring the beautiful view in front of you. You stood there and looked down at the city lights and the sun disappearing behind it.

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he planted a soft kiss on top of your head before resting his chin on it. Usually, he‘d keep his distance so the sudden act of affection made your cheeks heat up.

„So... what do you think?“, he asked you quietly soaking in the moment. You couldn‘t find the right words to describe the moment and how you felt to be held in his arms.

„Tae... it‘s beautiful...“, you breathed out. „How do you even find these places?“ You turned around in his arms to face him and he looked down at you with a smile. „When I want to be alone I just drive around on my bike and go wherever it takes me.“ His hand ran up and down your spine leaving a warm tingling feeling on your skin. You‘d always wondered what he did all day long when you weren‘t with him and what was going on inside of him. You’d often caught him space out and whenever he did he had a sad look in his eyes that made you want to hug and protect him from whatever that was haunting him.

„I used to come here because I thought that when I stand on top of this hill I‘d feel like I am on top of the world... that I‘d finally be happy...“, he continued and his eyes wandered to the city below the lights reflecting in his dark eyes. „But ever since I met you, Y/N, I know what true happiness feels like and I wanted to thank you for that. After all these years I‘ve finally realized that I can be happy too.“

You were taken aback by his sudden confession and your heartbeat increased rapidly when his eyes were staring directly into yours. „Y/N, I want to be with you. I want to protect you and make sure that you‘re fine. I don‘t care if you reciprocate my feelings or not, just know that I‘ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.“

Taehyung‘s POV

Even if that happiness doesn‘t include me...

I finished the thought which I didn‘t dare to say out loud. I didn‘t want to worry her. It was clear that she didn‘t expect any of this. Her eyes were big and slowly filling with tears as she just stared at me. I meant it when I said that she didn‘t have to reciprocate my feelings, I would still love her the same no matter what. And I‘d always look out for her even if she didn‘t love me back. I was used to not being loved back but for the first time, I wanted to take care of someone other than myself. Not that I ever had someone to care for. Looking at her I just knew that she was worth it. She was the first one that looked past all my flaws and actually gave me a chance without thinking twice about it.

She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath before starting to talk. „I... I don‘t know what to say“, she admitted finally. „You don‘t have to say anything. Just let me be there for you and I promise you won‘t regret it. Seeing you happy is what makes me happy.“ I relaxed when she nodded with a smile. „Only if you let me take care of you as well, Tae.“ I felt my heart skip a beat at her response. Pulling her in by the waist I leaned down to kiss her. God, I‘d been waiting for so long to finally feel her lips on mine. My hands wandered from her waist up to her cheeks and I cupped her face in my hands and at that moment I truly felt like I was on top of the world. To be exact, I was holding it right there with both of my hands.

I was happy...

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Present day...

Thinking back to that day I felt like I‘d failed to keep my promise. I did the quite opposite, to be honest. I made her cry and broke her heart because I didn‘t know any other way. I stared up at the ceiling where previous occupants had left their marks with black pens and felt a tear roll down my cheeks. I didn‘t make the effort to wipe it away and it wandered down to finally hit the hard pillow my head was resting on.

It‘s been two weeks since I’d been in prison but it felt like I was in there since forever. The only thing keeping me sane was the thought of her. Or maybe it was actually making me go insane. I couldn‘t tell.

Was she happy?

The only question that‘s been running through my mind all day long. The only thing that mattered in my life. Images of her teary eyes when I last saw her flashed in front of my eyes and I closed them to forget about it. I hated the sight of her crying. Then I remembered the way she kissed me back that day. I groaned covering my face with both of my hands. That was a stupid move I told myself and shook the memories off again. My feelings took control over me and I messed it up again. I just hoped that she forgot about it already.

I also thought back to the day I saw her in that café with another guy. I used to be so jealous because he could make her smile the way I used to. But thinking about it now I was glad that there was someone there to take care of her and make her happy.

Because I wasn‘t able to do that anymore...

Masterlist

[ronsb1tch97]

I’ll always love you chapter 2

Things didn’t always goes as planned at the burrow especially on the day we where supposed to go it was the day we where going to kings cross. To go to hogwarts when everyone woke up late or didn’t have everything ready for today and by the time I got through the barrier. It was 10:57 when the trains leaves at 11 I waited for ron and Harry to come but they never did. so I just sat with hermione I suppose to be one of Harry’s friends and ginny who has become kinda like my best friend “I’m sure Harry and Ron will be fine they just missed the barrier everything will be ok I promise“ hermione said to me as I began to fidget with my wand “yeah I suppose you are right“. “so ginny what house do you hope to get into“ I ask the ginger haired girl sitting next to me “I‘m hoping to get gryffindor but I’m also fine with hufflepuff“ she says to me as we start to get close to hogwarts “what about you y/n” hermione asks me “oh well everyone in my family’s been in gryffindor so gryffindor or I’d be fine with ravenclaw I’ve always loved to read growing up I would steal dudleys untouched books“. I say “finally someone I know who’s a little bit like me“ hermione says in a bit of a laugh “we should probably change into our robes we should be here soon“ hermione says while looking at her watch that read 4:30 pm. ____________________________________________________________

”Gryffindor“ is all the hat says while it is above ginnys head “Luna Lovegood” professor mcgonagall said as a small little blonde headed girl came up “hey I know her I saw her on the train she was really nice“ I said to my self “ravenclaw“ the sorting hat called out as the pretty girl skipped out and made her way to the ravenclaw table “y/n Potter” mcgonagall called out as I got up to get sorted I heard a few small voices say ”wow another Potter” or “hope I get the sane house as her“ even a couple “wow she is really pretty“ as I sat on the chair waiting to get sorted “hmmm very difficult envelopes more so then your brother yes very wise and creative but with quite a bit of love and loyalty towards others very ambitious and brave with the hope to no longer be in his shadow” the hat said I was on the hat for about 9 minutes before the hat said “better be gryffindor“ a bunch of clapping came from the gryffindor table as I got up and began to skip my way over there “hello I’m y/n it’s a pleasure to meet you all“ is all I say before a small boy in my year I believe to be named Colin and starts taking pictures of me “wow I knew Harry existed but I never knew he had a sister” he says “yeah most people don’t i was only 4 months old when my parents were murdered“ I say before a huge feast appears in front of everyone. “Wow Harry said they had good food here but never said this good of food“ I say before i start to dig in.

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”hey y/n your need to head down to snapes office it’s about Harry“ one of the prefect girls tells me “ok thank you” is all I say before I dash down to snapes office. “Over 7 muggles saw you, do you know how bad this is”, I hear as I step foot into his office “excuse me i hate barge in but what’s going on” I say “Harry Ron where were you both I waited forever for you to come ginny and hermione where worried sick“ I say as I hug them both “well your brother and his friend took a flying car to hogwarts and where seen by 7 muggles”. “Well last time I checked they are gryffindors and your head of slytherin so your really have no say in what happens to them” I say as I walk back up to the common room and head to bed.

[jamesellistheartof]

FOREWARD ACCIDENTAL BEGINNINGS 31/ 3/ 16 You never know what the day’s gonna bring. It’s something I tell myself every night before I go to sleep and remind myself of every morning when I wake. I guess you could say it’s a mantra I like to repeat to myself, a way to live my life by, and it’s certainly something I’ve come to understand a lot better as I’ve got older. Today was a pretty good example. I’ve been working on my seventh novel ( which I may call ‘The Orphan Collector’ ) for a while now, a fantasy tale set during the London Blitz. The idea first came to me in the darker evenings at the beginning of the year, but despite my best efforts it just hasn’t been coming together like I hoped. Getting a project up and running shouldn’t be this much hard work, at least it hasn’t been before, not with the last six books I wrote. It’s been like getting the proverbial blood out of the proverbial stone. I’ve written a bit here, a bit there, paragraphs and notes and ideas came quickly, but that moment that usually comes a little way in when things finally come into focus and begin to click and flow just hasn’t arrived. No promising, inspiring thud. Just silence and the wind blowing. I’ve tried all ways but Sunday. Writing it out of order, writing it in silence or with music in the background. I’ve approached it in a relaxed way and I’ve approached it in a determinedly focused way. I‘ve sat and stared at a blank piece of paper or a blank screen until something, anything came to me, but it‘s been trickles, nothing more. Damn thing just hasn’t caught fire at all. Do writers really just pull things out of the air? Mostly. Do ideas really just come out of the blue? Kind of. And that’s what makes it so great. The trigger is the thing. Lately, I’ve had a lot on my mind. A new job, the possibility of moving home. The hours of the day have been pretty full and I almost convinced myself these were the reasons this damn thing wasn‘t getting started. But that little voice in the back of my head was having none of it and calling bullshit on me. Every time I’m passionate about a project, if it’s truly inspiring to me then I’ll find the time and energy I need to work on it. That’s the way it’s always gone down, that’s the way it’s always been, it’s the one thing that’s never changed when pretty much everything else has. If I’m properly invested in getting something told then I’ll write anywhere, any when, anyhow. I’ll write in houses and caravans, pubs and clubs, buses and cars, trains and planes, beaches, parks and gardens. I’ll write it in the hours before the sun comes up, in the darkest hours of the night, and any hours no sane person should ever be awake. When you know it’s working you keep at it till it’s done. You don’t let life get in the way. Dear mama, what shall I do in such a wonderful place as this what will I grow up to be? Dear daddy, what shall I do in such a wonderful place Where will I go Where will I go Where will my place be in this big old show? ‘Dear Mama / Dear Daddy’ So, this was a problem because I wasn’t doing any of these things, and I know me too well, I know I need to be working on something. I need to write, if I don’t at least have an idea a day or put down at least a line or two then I get weirdly guilty. I feel I’m not using this gift the universe has seen fit to give me. It really bugs me. I get restless, I get uptight, I get grumpy, until I finally snap and I have to put something, anything down. No matter what I’m doing, even if it’s precious family moments that I absolutely treasure, it’ll all just end up background noise if I haven’t been able to at least get a word or two on the page. If I get something down then I’m fine. It’s a character flaw, one of many, but I fear I may be too far into the game to stop now. Like I said, I need to write, to create, if only to feel I’m actually contributing something to this life we’re all bumbling along in. I guess, like everyone else, I need to convince myself there’s a reason why I’m here, that there‘s some kind of meaning to it all before our time is up. I needed a solution. If I’m writing, if I’m being creative then I’m in a good place and that benefits not just me but everyone around me. I’m a far nicer, far more focused person when I’ve got a project going on. It’s always been this way, long as I can remember, probably always will be too. Writing lyrics help. I’m writing some now. I’m always writing them, that’s ongoing. It’s good for getting things out, venting, but I still need those bigger challenges. So what do I do? I’m not writing like I should be, nothing feels right, nothing feels natural. It’s all too intense, too focused, too thought out. I’m stifling the muse, not letting it breathe like it should, and what I’m not doing that I should be is acting on instinct. Tick tock. I need to just write. Not think. Just do. Just be. When I write in my daily journal or I’m writing a blog I have no idea what I’m going to write. That’s very liberating on a basic level. That’s good. That’s when it truly feels like I’m pulling something out of the air. So, sat here now, at my kitchen table on a sunny spring afternoon that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing, not thinking. What I’m feeling is flowing straight from me to the page ( I write long hand first, always will ) and what you’re reading now is what’s coming out. Something’s happening, something’s clicking, something good is going on. It’s working. I’m only a page or so in and I realise it. This isn’t just a journal entry or even a blog, this is something different. This is me writing, not the author me, but just me, writing about me, my life. Which gets me thinking more about me, about the way I am, the how to why I ended up this way. I begin thinking of places and faces, of times gone by, and slowly it dawns on me that I’ve actually started that elusive big project. That challenge I was looking for the whole time is what I‘m writing now. This is it, by happenstance or not, this is where I‘m going. This is what I’m writing. The story of me. Have I finally found a place where I can feel home at last Have I finally found a way of escaping the past Have a finally found a song I can truly sing the sweet sound of my better angels ‘My Better Angels’