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[myminseo]

hello hello, it is i! ana!

i’m considering this my sfw blog & place to write everything that isn’t considered smut :) so i can feel comfortable writing ab anyone here~

you can find my separate blog at @kyungjuner

my writing list is as follows: i write for fantasy boys, lun8, evnne, boynextdoor, zb1, xikers, &team, tnx, justb, pow, 82major, and other nugu bgs i stan (shoot me an ask w anyone, the worst that’ll happen is i am not familiar w them / don’t stan )! i’m cool with writing angst, fluff, funny stuff, anything really!

i can write full fics, headcanons, blurbs (what i will mainly try to focus on), and text / smau !

hopefully i can gain as much traction here as my other blog <3 all is welcome!

requests : thoughts open rn, no full fic requests ><

[kpop-kitkat]

damage | c.jm

# . requested ? no

# . pairing : chu jimin x female reader

# . genre/warnings : heavy angst, light fluff, drinking, injury, blood, explicit language 

# . word count : 1.4k

jimin held tightly onto the bathroom vanity as he looked at himself in the mirror. blood leaked from his bruised lip, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were red. he began wondering how he came to this. but he didn't allow himself to wonder too much. because he knew the answer. and he knew it was all his fault. 

 "jimin! there you are!" exclaimed doyum, with a sigh of relief. he ran over to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder. "you alright?"

 "i'm fine," he growled as his lips quivered and shivers racked throughout his body. he fell to the floor, feeling weak.

 "whoah, hey!" doyum caught him, and tried to support his weight a little bit. "you're not fine. did that bastard really hurt you that bad?" he asked, referring to the guy who jimin had just gotten into a dumb fight with. 

 jimin didn't answer, but looked up at his friend, sadness evident in his teary eyes. "i can't," he sobbed. 

 "can't what? jimin talk to me," doyum begged.

 "i can't live without her," he choked out. 

doyum's eyes softened, and his heart broke a bit for his friend. 

 "i need her. i need her so much. i love her."

 .....

jimin groaned as he held his head in his hands. he was obviously drunk, and y/n rolled her eyes. 

"chuji, you need to stop doing this to yourself," she sighed, pressing a hand to her husband's head. she frowned when he removed her hand.

"stop doing what?" he chuckled, but she knew he wasn't happy.

"this," she gestured to his form. "getting horribly wasted," she explained.

"well, i wanted to. so i did," he replied, slurring his words a bit. he was about to take another sip of his drink when y/n grabbed it from his hand.

"enough," she scolded.

"give it back," he growled. 

"no chuji! drinking isn't going to solve any of your problems. you're stressed, i get it. so take a break! i'm here to help you," she explained.

"take a break?! i am at the peak of my career! don't tell me to take a break," he scoffed.

"is that all you care about now? your dumb modeling career? what about your friends? what about your responsibilities outside of work? what about me?" she rambled, feeling very deeply hurt.

"come talk to me when you're my first priority," he snapped.

her jaw dropped in unbelief. she should've just realized he was drunk and let it go, but her emotions clouded her judgement. "well if that's how you feel..." she began. "you can have this back, chu jimin!" she yelled, taking her wedding ring off and throwing it at him. 

before jimin had any time to respond, she was gone. out the door. 

reality didn't hit him until the next morning, when he awoke with nobody by his side. he got up and searched his entire house, only to remember the night before. and guilt consumed him like a wildfire. he held his mouth with his hand as tears threatened to spill. he leaned his head back against his door and thought about the whole thing. he really messed up this time. without thinking, he grabbed his phone.

jimin : i messed up, please come back

jimin : i love you

jimin : y/n please i love you so much...

but by the time he had realized his mistake, it was too late. she left.

”fuck,” he cried, sinking to the floor, before he began to sob. his love was gone. and it was all his fault.

…..

“you got a lot of explaining to do if you decide to go looking for her, you know that right?” doyum sighed. 

“i know,” jimin sniffed. “but i can’t let her go.”

”then go get her,” doyum, encouraged. he lightly patted his friend’s shoulder before leaving.

and go get her, jimin did.

….. 

y/n sighed as she wiped a tear that had fallen onto her sketchbook. it ruined her dress design, frustrating her even further. “aish, this day!” she exclaimed, throwing her sketchbook towards the trash can, and letting her head fall onto the table. she cried silently as she hugged herself.

”y/n, i think you need to see him,” suggested her friend jisoo. “you’re absolutely miserable.”

”don’t you get it? he’s the reason i’m miserable. i am not going back,” y/n argued, not daring to look up at her friend. 

“no, you’re the reason you’re miserable. you know you didn’t want to leave him, and you miss him. just admit it,” jisoo reasoned.

”why do you always have to be right?” y/n groaned. she knew jisoo was making so much sense, but she didn’t want to listen. she was always a stubborn person. "even if, he's probably glad i'm gone. now he can focus on his stupid career," she tried to sound tough, but she was broken inside.

 "you don't really believe that do you?" jisoo quirked an eyebrow.

 "i don't know what to believe." 

.....

jimin knew y/n went to her best friend jisoo's house whenever the two were arguing, so that was where to stood now, at the late hour of one in the morning. he was too restless to wait for a decent hour. 

jisoo got up from her couch and went to open the door after hearing a knock. initially, there was a smile on her face. but it faded when she saw him. "what do you want?" she inquired, obviously annoyed.

 "sorry, i know it's late. is y/n here?" he asked, peaking inside. he was about to step inside when jisoo blocked him. 

 "yes," she replied. "but i will not let you through unless you're here to apologize."

 "that's exactly what i'm here for," he sighed in relief.

 jisoo sighed before stepping aside, letting him in. "she's upstairs in my bedroom," she informed. before he left her sight, she caught his attention again. "she's been crying for days you know," she began. "you really hurt her."

 "i know," jimin shut his eyes tightly.

 "but she loves you more than anything in the world. please make her smile again, jimin. it's brighter than a thousand suns," jisoo smiled.

 "i will," jimin nodded, before heading up the stairs, beginning to feel overwhelmed by emotions.

when he opened the door, he saw her. the moonlight lit up her features as she sat on the window sill, looking up into the night sky. a gentle breeze blew through her soft hair. she seemed aware of his presence, yet she remained silent. she had nothing to say anyway. 

jimin slowly approached her, until he was standing about four feet away from her. he thought over in his head what he wanted to say before sighing deeply. "y/n..." he began. y/n already felt tears pricking at her eyes. "i'm sorry," he admitted, head hanging low. "i really hurt you with my words, and i didn't think it would hurt me this much seeing you like this. but i was wrong. i wasn't in my right mind, and i have no excuse. i'm the one who caused all of this damage," he stepped a little closer. "i didn't mean any of what i said. because you've always been my first priority since the day i called you mine. and i should've listened to you when you told me to take a break. you were right. fuck, you're always right," he laughed, but there was much pain in his expression. "i don't expect you to forgive me right now, but just know i wouldn't trade you for the world. you're the most important thing in my life, and i can't let you go. i love you."

 just those three words were enough for y/n to forgive him, if she was being honest with herself. but his wholehearted, honest apology, just healed her heart, but by bit. "i love you too. i forgive you," she smiled, meeting his eyes for the first time in weeks. his soft brown eyes gazed into hers, bringing her a strange sensation of comfort, love, and belonging. jimin was her home. and she was a fool to ever think she could live without him. 

y/n stood from her seat on the window sill and quickly ran into his embrace. he caught her and held her tightly, as they both let their tears fall. the both of them would die over and over again, just to feel this loved.

 "promise you'll never leave again?"

 "promise."

[hoofpeet]

Oughhhhhh cooler Appletun !!

[keydekyie]

Go you funky little SecUnit! Go!

(One of my favorite scenes from the newest Murderbot novel: System Collapse)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki likes to bite you. it’s his weird way of showing you affection. whenever he feels like annoying you (because he can’t live for more than ten seconds if he’s not being a nuisance) but he also wants to you to know he cares, he’ll find whatever part of your skin is exposed and just—bite.

you don’t remember when he started doing it but you’ve never stopped him so he hasn’t stopped. he bites your exposed shoulder when hes walking by and your lounging in the living area of the dorms, he grabs your hand and bites at your fingers when you’re alone and he bites at your cheeks and nose when you get mad at him for ‘being mean’ and teasing you. to which he always replies with “you love it.”

“why do you do that ?” you asked randomly after he bit your cheek again while you were watching a movie in his room. he looks down at you and his brows furrow in confusion “ do what ?” he asks.

“ bite me,” you play with the ends of his hair a little, it’s been getting longer and he’ll complain about it soon(the only reason he hasn’t cut it yet is because you said it looked good on him) “ why do you that ?” he goes quiet for a moment, gauging to see if you were upset, was it suddenly bothering you ?

he frowns. lips already unconsciously forming into a pout when he speaks “ ya don’t like it when i do ?” he tries to sound self assured, but his question comes out whiny. you smile lightly at him, nosing at the underside of his jaw. “it’s not that, dummy. just wonder why you do it.”

his nose scrunches at the nickname but he pays it no further mind. he huffs out a little breath and looks away from you towards the tv screen, a pink tint grows on his cheeks. having to tell you why he does it suddenly makes him embarrassed.

“jus’ feel like it. f’ya don’t mind when i do it why’re you questioning me about it.” you feel his hand heat up from where he has it pressed against your stomach under your shirt, no doubt getting more and more embarrassed having to explain why he has this weird little habit.

you shrug, sighing and nuzzling into him a little more. you press a light peck to his neck and his hand heating up even more makes you smile “i don’t mind it, just never had anyone bite me before.”

“good” he huffs, suddenly pressing you closer to his side. a sudden rush of protectiveness washing over him “get used to it. m’the only one who’s gonna be doing that from now on, got that ?”

“alright” you giggle. you suddenly get an idea and you look up at him. “you wouldn’t mind it if i bit you, then ?” a teasing smirk appears on your face when he almost cracks his neck when looking down at you, wide eyed and cheeks absolutely set ablaze. he sputters and looks away, unable to keep eye contact as he looks to the screen again.

“knock yourself out.” he tries to sound indifferent but his voice cracks a little at the end of his sentence and he cranes his neck to the side a bit to give you more access. you don’t mention either. instead you lean closer to him and nip at his neck lightly. his hold on you tightens for a moment before loosening up slightly and he suddenly won’t look at you anymore. not even when you laugh and poke at his cheek, asking him what’s got him so red in the face. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are so laser focused on the tv you fear he might burn a hole through it. he offers you nothing more than a harsh glare and a muttered out “shush.”

[heyimboredtalktome]

this scene was just straight up psychotic fr i was so shook

like look at her face like she's legit enjoying this shit 💀

and hunter b-15 when she finds them, and you actually hear the blood dripping in the background, the whole thing is just so terrifying

[zvaigzdelasas]

Have you heard abt this? Millions of US military emails intended for the US military's ".mil" domain have, for 10 years, been sent to Mali which ends with the ".ml" suffix. Some of the emails reportedly contained sensitive information such as passwords, medical records and the itineraries of top officers. 😁

Yeah I saw that lmao. Most expensive military in world history for ya

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bunny pile!

[Commission for @newfriendly]

[ikarakie]

hopper sees steve as a surrogate son. really, he shouldn't make such a habit of picking up stray children, but he looked at harrington and saw a kid who just... needed someone. saw the vacancy in his eyes when he thought no one was looking. saw the police file, the noise complaints and the few reports from hawkins middle school about suspicious bruises that had been swept away. saw a boy who'd seen too much. who just needed someone to lean on.

so he tries to be that. offers the kid a hand every now and then. keeps an eye on him, all alone in that big house, after everything. after '83 and then '84 and then summer of '85, when he'd signed his medical papers because there was no other adult for him around. it always left him a bit hollow, but he told himself that it was okay as long as he was around. as long as steve knew, deep down, that he could come to hopper for help, even if he'd wait until he was on the brink of overload before doing so.

it's all this that makes the sight of steve's car, that brown beemer that had dropped his daughter back home so many times, pulled into a ditch with the lights off cause his stomach to sink. a million awful things come to mind as he pulls in behind it and quickly hops out of his cruiser.

had he seen something and spiralled into a panic? had he gotten a bad migraine? had he run off into the woods alone?

thankfully, he finds the best case scenario: a slightly flushed and dishevelled steve rolling down a foggy window. grinning like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar when he realises it's just hopper. he's fine, he's in one piece.

what's not fine, however, is the person with him in the backseat. eddie fucking munson, a kid hopper's put in handcuffs more than once. not because he's another boy, who gives a shit about that, but because it's eddie munson. drug dealer, general troublemaker, and definitely a bad influence on his boy.

he does his best to save the judgement this time, sensing the fear emanating off the couple. tells them to be more careful, to go home and kiss or do whatever there instead in case anyone else drives by tonight. munson looks at him like he's grown a second head, (which, fair. usually their interactions go a lot less amicably than this) and steve just tears up and nods. he reaches in to ruffle the boy's hair, ignoring the protests, before reluctantly trudging back to his car and driving away.

he calls steve the next afternoon and gets him to confess that, yes, he is dating edward 'eddie' munson. no, it's not a fling. yes, they're boyfriends, god help him. he gripes about it a decent amount, because really, steve? that one? you picked that one? but he keeps the tone light enough that steve feels comfortable enough to defend eddie's honour amidst laughter. within a week he's got steve sat across from him, eddie by his side looking two seconds away from shitting himself.

"well, boys." he grins, cracking his knuckles. eddie watches. gulps. "let's have a little chat, shall we?"

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Danny as Fenton takes a hit that no human boy should survive while in a different city (im going crossover here) and just transforms into phantom and pretends to be all sad that he died. Just for a moment. He then proceeds to kick the baddies ass. Claims he got ghost powers and fucks off. Imagine if Captain America or Batman saw this while failing ti protect him, hell or any hero type. Danny doesn’t think much on it and just goes on with his week. Continues being Fenton of course but what if he runs into whatever hero, but out if costume, saw him do that.

“How are you here? And alive?”

Danny holding a smoothie:”uhhhh I made a miraculous recovery”

He just shrugs it off and goes about his day. It isn’t until he finally gets some sleep later that night that he wakes up in a cold sweat realising he now knows their secret identity. “Oh well it’s neat I guess” starts to go back to sleep only to bolt back up “oh god now they know my secret identity”

Meanwhile said hero is too busy trying to figure out how to help this random kid to even be worried about the fact that they outed themselves. Someone else probably points it out to them and has to explain it twice before it gets thru.

[luvrxbunny]

okay so i had this thought-

i think that miguel gets more emotional during his ruts

more down there 👇

so like although he isn’t painfully rough, he feels bad because he can’t help but be more rough and he gets all like “i’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” and you can basically see his tail between his legs (this is the only wholesome thought here)

also he would cry- like tears welling in his eyes and maybe a few down his cheeks- if you figured out that he was rutting before he had to tell you. like you just wake up one morning, go over to him and like start taking his pants off- his resolve is done for. he’s thanking you the whole time you seat yourself on his cock.

and his loads get huge and for some reason he thinks it’s painful or uncomfortable for you so he apologizes everytime he cums but it actually just ends up super erotic cus he’s like

“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry, baby, there’s so much.” and “Fuck, I can’t help it i’m- i’m sorry. Shit”

and he’ll put his hand on your uterus and rub it like he’s soothing you but instead your breeding kink is just going haywire

and near the end it gets worse like even though you guys aren’t technically trying for a baby, he’s just in rut- he treats all your sex like baby-making sessions.

he makes sure your hips are tilted up so whenever he cums it goes straight to your uterus

he keeps his hand on your lower belly the whole time, and all of his “dirty talk” consists of “you’re gonna be such a pretty mama” and “you’ll look so beautiful with my baby inside you, amor.”

i also think you’d wake up to him fucking you while talking to your tummy a whole bunch. and whenever you catch him he actually gets pretty embarrassed and refuses to talk about it

[aerknight]

@naffeclipse orcas beach themselves to hunt seals orca!eclipse beaches themself to hunt y/n :)

[rustedhills]

Disney, releasing Wish: "so it's all about legacy--the new generation surpassing the old, overcoming the evils perpetuated by them, relinquishing singular power... and there's an old man in a tower, uh... animal sidekick, i guess..., ah... magic...?

Miyazaki, just out of frame, sledgehammer raised:

[puppyeared]

meow

[hoofpeet]

Trying to work out the ergonomics of someone with a really long tail riding a bike without getting it sucked into the wheels and imagining someone tucking their tail into their socks

[falsehero]