cry does not want to show his face

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jiyong is so lovely and precious in every way

what do you see when you look at this picture? look really close. you’ve probably noticed one thing about this picture and focused on it, but look at the whole thing.

REALLY look.

i don’t know what you see, but what i see is a human. don’t laugh, just listen!

he’s crying.

he’s not perfect.

he has flaws and problems just like the rest of us, he’s not too different from all of us.

he is a human. and so is tyler, and so is jenna.

he isn’t perfect. he isn’t a god. he is a normal person, just like you. i know a lot of my past posts refer to him as being “perfect”, and how even his flaws are perfection, but i realize…they aren’t. he’s still my hero, but i noticed that i’ve put him on such a high pedestal in my life that i would have put a lot of pressure on him if i ever tell him that he holds such a high place in my life; he’d try to live up to that perfect person i saw him as so he wouldn’t let me down. but he is not perfect.

none of us are.

THIS a real superhero shown in this picture.

THIS MAN was strong enough to cry in front of his screaming fans. a lot of people think that crying shows weakness but it doesn’t, it shows that you’re strong enough to show that even the bravest people have weak spots. IT IS OKAY TO CRY.

THIS MAN got emotional and cried during a song about his best friend, not himself, wanting to know God. HE DOES NOT ONLY CARE ABOUT HIMSELF.

THIS MAN. DESERVES. RESPECT.

STOP SEXUALIZING THIS MAN. HE IS NOT JUST A PRETTY FACE AND A NICE BODY, HE HAS A BEATING HEART AND A BREATHING SOUL.

STOP OVERLOOKING THIS MAN. HE IS NOT JUST AN ANXIETY-RIDDLED DRUMMER, HE IS SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT.

please, respect this man with everything you have, because he deserves it. joshua respects each and every one of us so let’s all do the same in return.

one more thing; once, i made a long post on the clique app about why i DON’T love joshua because his appearance, but who he truly is. and somebody commented, “okay but he’s so hot??” along with a picture of joshua with his shirt off. i, personally find that disrespectful to both joshua and i.

yep, did all this because of a picture of joshua crying. i regret nothing.

k maybe a little

canyoufeelthehoxtonite  asked:

Referring to the “Ravus as a party member“ HC: who started calling him Rae, and how did he (and the others) react to it? I would love to hear more about this :)

Well… Here’s how I pictured it. :D

Prompto had first approached Ravus out of curiosity since everyone else in the group had a nickname of some sorts. Noctis being Noct, Ignis being Iggy or Specs, and Gladiolus being Gladio or ‘Big Guy.’ Prompto had a nickname too, but it was mostly along the lines of just Prom – all names that were short and simple one way or another. But alas, when Ravus began to travel with them, he had this long and droning name that they had to say that was longer than the others. Ravus.

So Prompto had gone up to Ravus with an innocent question. ‘What would you want us to call you?’

Ravus was almost instanteous with the long and drawn-out ‘Ravus Nox Fleuret, Prince of Tenebrae and Ex-High Commander of the Niflheim Imperial Forces.’

So Prompto had to improvise throughout their travelings, resorting to using various nicknames as they traveled.

‘What’s up, Snowflake?’ Hell no, but Gladio uses this one from time to time to piss Ravus off sometimes.

‘How’s it hanging, Commander?’ Ravus liked this one, but Noctis refused to call Ravus anything beyond just Ravus.

‘Hey, Ravioli!’ No. No, no, no. There was only one person in the world who could use that name, and that person wasn’t Prompto.

Prompto’s endeavors to discover a nickname seemed all but in vain. It was eating him alive inside and out, tilting his head as he stared down Ravus and made the high commander rather uncomfortable with his prolonged staring. What would he call him that Ravus would be okay with???

And so one day, as they trekked about together, Prompto’s eyes caught on something that would intrigue the tall ‘beanpole.’ The series of ‘Ravus! Ravus!’ was hardly something the high commander paid notice to after coping with Ignis’s and Gladio’s constant nagging, so Prompto spouted the first thing that came to mind.

“Rae!”

Ravus tilted his head and turned around to look at Prompto. “What is it, Argentum?”

“…Oh my god, he reacted to that without wanting to punch me.” The bright and excited expression on Prompto’s face having discovered a name Ravus responded to caused Prompto to immediately forget what he wanted to show Ravus. “Does this mean I can call you Rae?!”

Ravus furrowed his eyebrows. What a ridiculous question. But the additional three pairs of eyes that looked at Ravus expectantly showed Ravus that saying no wasn’t an option to the sunshine boy. Particularly, it was Ignis’s stern expression as he fixed his glasses with a glint in his eye that chilled Ravus to the core. Right. Don’t make the young man cry… The high commander sighed and gave a nod. “Yes… You may call me ‘Rae.’”

Gladio scoffed in response. “Rae, huh? Alot quicker to say, that’s for sure.”

Ravus shot a glare towards Gladio that got the king’s shield to tense. “I said that he is allowed to call me that, not you.”

So that’s the story of how Prompto managed to get away with calling Ravus ‘Rae’ and lived to tell the tale of it. But only Prompto though. Because he asked so nicely, Ravus was more willing to abide, though not by much. However, the moment Prompto continues calling him Rae Fleuret is the moment Ravus won’t hesitate to stuff Prompto’s own gun down his throat.

Cherry (Part 8)- wolf!jikook story

Jimin’s birthday is in a week and Jungkook doesn’t know what to get for his friend.

“Get me a good present,” Jimin says through his pancakes, spraying the food onto his plate and all over the table. If his mother wasn’t showering, she’d have scolded her son for eating without manners.

She’s gone, so they can nuzzle as much as they want!

Patting his own stack of pancakes, Jungkook dips a piece into the syrup and chews the fluffy goodness. Yesterday was their Friday sleepover and today Jungkook awoke to Jimin sniffing at his neck, hand moving the collar of his shirt to nip the spot he always likes to mark. Every morning after the sleepover they mark each other, and Jungkook feels weird if he doesn’t mark Jimin’s neck with his scent.

“Wait,” Jimin’s eyes pop open in surprise, and he suddenly shoves his nose into Jungkook’s neck. “Oh my god!”

“Don’t say that word!” Jungkook scolds, causing Jimin’s ears to immediately flatten and for him to put down his fork, leaning away from Jungkook.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, tail curling between his legs.

“That’s a bad word,” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s fork and prods the pancake against Jimin’s lips. They’re not in their usual smile but in a wobbly line. “Don’t say it again, kay?” he adds in a softer tone.

Jungkook almost barks in surprise when Jimin covers his face with his arms and starts crying. “Don’t tell mom that I said a bad word!” he hiccups, tears dripping down his doughy cheeks. Jungkook’s so surprised he doesn’t say anything in response. “She’s gonna be mad at me, and then I can’t have you over anymore!”

“I’m not gonna tell her, Jiminie.” Hugging Jimin and nuzzling his neck, he frowns when Jimin still cries, tiny body wracking with tears. Doesn’t he like it when he nuzzles his neck? Jungkook likes it, so why doesn’t he?

“Jimin,” Jungkook forces a grin, nipping his cheek and ear. “Don’t cry.”

“I can’t stop!”

Well, Jungkook’s done everything and it hasn’t helped! He doesn’t like seeing Jimin sad and wants to make him smile again. But how?

He’s seen his mom and dad kiss on the lips and that always makes them happy. They said it’s one of the “most powerful actions for showing affection.” Maybe if he does it to Jimin, he’ll stop crying.

Grabbing Jimin’s tear-streaked face and looking at his watery irises, Jungkook presses his lips against Jimin’s. His lips are so soft, like a pillow!

Instantly, Jimin’s sobs die down and they keep their lips pressed together in complete silence. Jungkook can hear Jimin’s soft breathing and the clicking of a clock.

They snap apart when a door slams inside the house, his mother leaving her room. Jimin’s wiping at his drying face, tail wagging, and Jungkook can’t stop smiling when they pull away.

“I was gonna say that you smell like me,” Jimin mumbles, the smile returning on his face. “But I wanted to mark you again and again and again ‘til you turned into a cherry!”

“Jimin, I can’t be a fruit! I’m a wolf.”

“A cherry wolf,” Jimin giggles into his side, stuffing a spoonful of pancakes into his mouth. “Red, round, and cute.”

Dwight & Sherry and Daryl & Carol

A topic that’s being discussed on TSDF and which I wanted to gather all the “evidence” together and put it in once place here. 

So, since the spoilers for Always Accountable came out I have been saying that it was significant that Daryl would be the one to tangle with Dwight & Sherry - specifically the fact he meets them as a couple (rather than just Dwight alone).  

In that episode we are shown them as a couple, they dynamic and that while Dwight seems bad he’s essentially a “good” man who has never killed and just wants to help his wife (and her sister).

I believe from this point Gimple wanted to parallel Daryl & Carol’s relationship with Dwight & Sherry’s.

  • Starting with Always Accountable, we have the whole episode taking place in the “burnt forest” (Carol’s exact description in Twice as Far). We know - and the commentary for Same Boat specifically mentions - that fire is Carol’s symbol. She’s associated with it, and particularly in relation to her relationship with Daryl (see all of Consumed). We have Daryl’s statement “we ain’t ashes” - and here he is with a couple in a place that is all ashes.
  • And this is the episode and the location where Gimple himself insisted a Cherokee Rose make an appearance - in the burnt forest with Dwight & Sherry, a symbol of Daryl’s relationship with Carol.
  • In Twice as Far, both of Daryl and Carol’s scenes are about Dwight, about Daryl not killing Dwight.
  • Dwight has taken Daryl’s vest and bike and crossbow and has become some twisted version of Daryl, as Negan’s right-hand man (where Daryl is RIck’s)

In season 7, we see the situation Dwight & Sherry are now in - Sherry has given herself to Negan as a wife, in order to save Dwight’s life. Both are miserable, but feel it’s better to live like this, apart, than lose each other completely. 

  • In the stairwell scene in Twice as Far, we see Carol and Daryl sharing a smoke. Carol has the cigarettes, Daryl asks for one, lights it and they have a brief uncomfortable talk about the way things are.
  • In The Cell, we see Dwight and Sherry share a smoke on some stairs. Again, the woman has the cigarettes, he asks for one and lights it then they have an uncomfortable talk about the way things are.

Also in seasons 7, we know The Well and The Cell are “twinned” episodes, showing us where Carol and Daryl are. 

In The Well, Gimple uses Don’t Think Twice (it’s Alright) as a song in the ep, with lyrics that give us insight into why Carol has left the ASZ (and wants to leave the Kingdom too), and a large part of that reason is Daryl - foreshadowing her saying “I couldn’t lose you” to Daryl in New Best Friends.


Well it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Ifin’ you don’t know by now
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do some how
When your rooster crows at the break a dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav'lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

And it ain’t no use in a-turnin’ on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
But don’t think twice, it’s all rightNo it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can't…

Then we have The Cell, where the piece of music used JUST after Dwight compares himself to Daryl (specifically bringing him back to the vents in the “burnt forest”) we hear Crying by Roy Orbison:


I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while
But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say “Hello”
Aw you wished me well, you couldn’t tell

That I’d been crying over you, crying over you

Then you said “so long”. left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying, crying crying
It’s hard to understand but the touch of your hand
Can start me cryingI thought that I was over you but it’s true, so true
I love you even more than I did before but darling what can I do
For you don’t love me and I’ll always be

Crying over you, crying over you
Yes, now you’re gone and from this moment on
I’ll be crying, crying, crying, crying
Yeah crying, crying, over you

Now, those lyrics at the time are clearly meant to make us think about Dwight and Sherry, but it’s also clear now we know the events of New best Friends that these lyrics describe EXACTLY the Daryl and Carol portion of the episode. 

So once again the music is about Carol and Daryl, their relationship and foreshadowing future events, but more than that it strongly emphasises this parallel with Dwight and Sherry.

Here we have two couples, where the woman has put herself someplace “away” from the guy because she doesn’t want to lose him- explicitly said on the show. The guy is crying because he’s trying to put on a brave face, but seeing her and not being with her breaks his heart. So instead he goes out there and does what he can to win the war so she can be free.

thenkas to @zedwordjen @justyouanmee adn @ravenesque2 whose posts contributed largely to this!

Teenaged! Rafael Headcanons (Part 1)
  • Rafael is pretty reserved throughout his teen years. 
  • He has a quiet confidence about him, and what his Papa calls an “old soul.” (Thoughtful; wise beyond his years.)
  • Rafael is training to be a Shadowhunter like his dad. 
  • He’s good at it; especially because he is crazy crazy light on his feet. 
  • Rafe is fast. One of the quickest Shadowhunters anyone’s seen in a while.
  • His parabatai, Octavian Blackthorn, is his best friend and constant companion. (In their early teens, friends and family joke and say they’re like an old married couple. They completely embrace this:
    “I wanted strawberry flavor, Rafe, you know I hate citrus.” 
    “I think it’s time you embraced citrus.”
    “…I think it’s time you take this popsicle and shove it-”
    “Down my throat because it’s still delicious, frozen sugar on a stick?” 
    “-WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE, YOU CITRUS-LOVING DICKASS.”

  • After their parabatai ceremony, Rafael “moves in” with the Blackthorns at the LA Institute. Has a room made up, even.
  • But since Rafael has a high warlock for a dad, he portals back to New York constantly – most weekends, in fact. Octavian often just comes with and they wind up training and playing with (endlessly ganging up on/teasing) “Baby Blueberry” Max. 
  • At 13, Rafe taught himself guitar, and is a truly talented player by 16/17.
  • He plays Spanish guitar the best, and Alec and Magnus love making him play at family and friend gatherings. He groans – always going a little red in the face – but enjoys playing for others. 
  • He’s written a lot of music himself over the course of his early teens.
  • His personal favorite is a ballad he wrote to his parents for saving him. After years of working and re-working the ballad, Rafe still hasn’t shown them, though – he wants every note to be exactly right.
  • (When he does show them the ballad, Magnus and Alec are moved to tears. Rafael plays the ballad for them every year on the anniversary of his official adoption. They always cry.) 
Thoughts on 1x10 The Lost Weekend whilst watching

- Damn, Betty, you’re really persistent. 

- Dark Betty 2 - The Saga continues. I do relate to her behaviour. When I feel like I’m getting out of control, I dig my nails in my hands. It’s bad… but it works. Very real depiction of a girl :)

- “You’re falling for this Jones kid, aren’t you?” OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY-

- What secrets does Alice have? Did she also have troubles like anxiety? 

- JUGHEAD HAS PTSD WHAT PROTECT THE FUCKING BEANIE BABY

- lol Ronnie with glasses

- The *coughs* Lesbian *coughs* dance-off was amazing

- I do feel bad for Cheryl. I suppose that comment of Ronnie was the fury she felt after finding about about their correlation but the Vixen’s is the only thing that Cheryl had. 

- Her comment to her “friends” though was majestic.

- ARCHIE STAY AWAY FROM THE LIQUOR YOU ARE FIFTEEN

- Chuck and Cheryl… the core four is doomed. 

- Why was Betty the only one singing? I felt really awkward. 

- The Veronica-Archie scene was so genuine, I almost started crying. Confiding with your friends is so important (says the hypocrite) and I’m really glad they show that. 

- “I’m not normal. I’m not wired to be normal.” Is that just to make her back off or is it true. Does Jughead, beside the PTSD, have someting else bothering him? A mental disorder? 

- Chuck actually had a scary ass face

- Archie is already hammered, look at his dance moves. 

- Wasn’t Moose gay? Oh well, if he wants to kiss Cheryl, his choice. 

- You know, I’m glad Archie feels commited to get Val back. 

- “In the middle of a Seth Rogan movie” Never heard truer words, Juggie. 

- *gasps* FP!

- Kevin’s been to Sweetwater River once or twice…interesting.

- Chuck’s an actual sociopath. 

- FP is very much connected to this murder… so Hiram and The Serpents and probably also the Blossoms. 

- Damn, hello Sherlock Holmes AKA Alice

- Is it bad that I actually loved Bughead’s fight? Not that I want them to break up but, you know… it’s real. This conversation was bound to happen.

- Poor Archibald. 

- Fucking hell, Cheryl, whenever people play your party games, a llama dies. 

- Ronnie is one of us, that’s a great theory.

- DILTON SHUT THE FUCK UP

- jESUS FUCK THIS GAME IS MESSED UP

- yesssss JUGGIE END THAT BITCH

- FP is a great dad though, he really wants to change. He’s the first, actual parent, besides Fred, who’s parenting his kid. 

- On this side of the town BITCH THIS ISNT A GANG

- ALICE WAS A SOUTH SIDE SERPENT HOLY SHIT

- And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how you grow in a relationship. The kiss on her hands was so symbolic. Loved it too much.

- I’m not mad, honestly, RonniexArchie for the win

- I’m all here for the Ronnie x Jug friendship

- JUGHEAD RAISES HIS PINK WHILST DRINKING MILK IM LIVING

- Everyone is getting connected ohhhh yessss

anonymous asked:

Part 2 of Takao's fem best friend's unrequited love please?? An extra req, if you're gonna do a time skip, can you pls not make it longer than two months? I'd like those emotions to be raw, esp right after Takao knows of her feelings ^^ Thank you!

Anonymous said: Takao anon here! Yes, I’m the original anon who requested the first scenario. Um, honestly, I can’t think of any general plot for this 2nd one; all I actually want is a continuation of the 1st scenario, with more angst before the happy ending~ and yep, I want Takao to return his best friend’s feelings! ^^ So aside from the 2-month specified time, angst+happy ending, and Takao returning (maybe realizing his hidden feelings for her?) that love, like you said, I allow you to do whatever you want. 

I hope you’re not mad at me for delaying this for so long! I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but here it is, I really hope it’s satisfactory. Since you like the feelings raw, I didn’t put a time skip. Thank you for your patience!

This is a continuation to this story here. You are heavily suggested to proceed only after reading the first part. Female!Reader ahead for consistency. 

It Was Always You by Maroon 5


Originally posted by grrungegoddess

Stupid stupid stupid stupid, he thinks, hands balled into fists at how completely idiotic he is. He should’ve just straightaway ran to your house instead of asking your friends, waiting for them to pick the phone up to ask them where you were, if you were partying with them—that way, he could’ve caught you before it got dark. Although he’s close to your family as your best friend, how is he supposed to knock on the door to your home at nearly midnight? 

What is he going to say if your parents open the front door?

What is he going to say if you are the one who opens the door?

Takao sighs, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. His hair sticks on his face from sweat, but in contrast to his slightly ragged breath and the sensation of the cold air against his damp skin, his mind is numb. 

He can see your bedroom window from here. It’s dark. You’re probably asleep. The idea of throwing rocks at your window is quickly discarded—you most likely don’t want to look at him in the face again.

The glare of his phone catches his eye and tells him that his girlfriend is looking for him: ten missed calls and a couple dozen of texts, gradually changing tone from sweet questions of where he’s at to a storm of textual rage. He turns off the device—she’s the least of his concerns right now. Takao sits on your empty porch with empty eyes and a rabbit heart as his mind flashes him images of the last few times he hung out with you.

When he can only recall conversations about his relationship and that forced smile on your face, he curses. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says to himself, feeling as if his heart is in the fist of a phantom hand, painfully clenching the organ. 

The two of you don’t even talk to each other these days—at least nothing of substance like your usual deep or humorous exchanges. Since the end of his second year in Shuutoku, which is around the time he found his “soulmate” (Takao swallows bitterness at the word—how did he have the gall to use it so lightly?), the conversations he shared with you were shallow banter with him mostly talking about his girlfriend and you having to listen. He’d ask for relationship advice, what a girl likes, where to take her on dates. 

You were probably forcing laughter, faking smiles, crying yourself to sleep when you’re alone.

Takao let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. The night is dark and quiet save for the occasional gust of wind and sounds of crickets singing between the grass, but his mind is loud and disorganized: a mix of realization, question, and self-deprecation. The way you looked at him when he talks, how other people seem to let their gazes linger on you and him—everybody knew, even Midorima noticed, for heaven’s sake. How could he miss the signs? How could he be so blinded, even when he was the one that told you “nothing is going to change” when he got a girlfriend?

If only he could go back in time and punch himself in the face for saying that to you. It obviously turned out to be a lie, no matter how he didn’t mean it to be one. He didn’t just replace you, he made you suffer by putting it in your face for at least one year and you say a single word against it.

He blinks, and a tear slowly makes its way down his cheek. It takes a moment for Takao to realize that he’s crying, but when he does, a wave of thoughts darker than the sky he’s under flood his mind: there’s no way you don’t hate him right now, not when he’s caused you nothing but pain for a long time. That’s why you didn’t talk to him after the graduation ceremony, that’s why you’ve been rejecting his offers to lunch together, that’s why you’ve been oddly quiet whenever the two of you hung out. 

He remembers the big game Shuutoku won and how he doesn’t recall you congratulating him. It must’ve been since then. He must’ve hurt you so much without realizing, like the Prince in The Little Mermaid and how he asked her to dance the night away, not knowing of the swords she feels like she’s stepping on. And like the Prince, too, he discarded her for another, despite the sacrifices she has made and the pain she must endure.

Then, he thinks about what will happen next. His apology won’t be enough, not after what you’ve been through. You’ll grow to despise him, cutting him off from your life like removing a parasitic infection—that’s what he’s been anyway, sucking the life and love out of you. You won’t look at him in the face again when you pass by each other on the street. He might have his girlfriend in one arm, but the thought of him not being in your life coils a rope in his chest.

And when he thinks of you having another person by your side, someone who shares kisses with you, someone who gets to make you smile and laugh, the only one who is allowed to hold you in their arms—and that someone is not him…

Takao feels like he’s been physically hurt, but there are no wounds on his skin to show.

He spends the rest of the night punishing himself in the chest with these thoughts sharp as blade, bleeding tears into the night until he’s too tired to stay awake.


You wake up the next morning with puffy red eyes, gauging that it is approaching afternoon by the strong sunlight that enters your bedroom. The weight of your heavy heart is somewhat diminished, not only by the fact that you cried your eyes out the night before, but also by the faint feeling of hunger. After brushing your teeth and a brisk shower, you change into clean T-shirt and shorts, not bothering to conceal your swollen eyes since you’re staying at home for the rest of the day.

Your parents should already be away for work at this time of the day, leaving you alone in your house. Your assumptions are confirmed when you walk downstairs to find silence—even the television is off. 

So when you enter the kitchen to find Takao, sitting with a plate of half-eaten toast in front of him, you gasp as if you’ve seen a ghost.

He does look ghastly, his paler face contrasting to the marks under his eyes. He shows signs of surprise as well when he sees you, which quickly dissolves into hesitance. He’s here with the full intention of talking to you, apologizing, telling you how stupid he was and how he realizes he doesn’t want a life without you—

—you don’t even know he knows.

“Takao-kun…?”   

“__________-chan,” he says with a start—weird since he’s the one barging in your house. He realizes your swollen eyes and remembers that he spent the night crying too, but he can only hope that you don’t notice.

“What are you—how did you get it?” You look at the front door and back at him again, positive that the entrance is properly locked.

“Your parents let me in,” he answers, “I came here in the morning.” Takao still can see your mother’s reaction when she finds him sleeping on a chair as she checks the porch every morning. She was surprised more than anything, but she didn’t ask when he said he has something very important to say to you.

Maybe she knows, and from the way your father glanced at him before offering him breakfast, Takao thinks he knows too. Have you been so upset that your parents notice what’s going on, though you’re not the type to tell them? Did they mention his name during a family dinner, and all of a sudden you just got quiet, like when he mentions his girlfriend’s name? Did they hear your sounds of sobbing across the hallway at night?

“Oh,” you answer dumbly, making a sandwich for yourself as you face the kitchen counter. You don’t want him looking at you, not when you’re like this: vulnerable and unprepared. “What brings you here today?”

“I—you—” he trips on his own words, “__________-chan, we need to talk.”

Fear overcomes you for a split second at the seriousness of his tone. Takao has rarely used it in his conversations with you, but after knowing him for so long, you can tell. He means business.

“What about?” You ask, putting a slice of cheese on toast before busying your hands with something, anything. You don’t want to talk to him.

“__________-chan, look at me.”

You freeze for a moment and hope he doesn’t notice, but Takao does not hold the nickname Hawk Eye for nothing. You slowly turn to him, looking at him in the eye, keeping your defences up with whatever dignity you have left in you.

In front of you stands the boy who you had your heart in his hands, and instead of looking powerful and confident, he’s not much better than you are. For a second you are tempted to throw in a joke about his face—he must’ve partied so hard and the hangover still hasn’t subsided, but you know the humorous attempt is merely a cover-up of the truth.

“__________-chan,” he calls your name again, softer this time as if reminiscing a memory, “do you… like me?”

At that point, thoughts of lying to him, telling him that of course you do—you’re not best friends if you don’t, are thrown out the window. There’s no use for sugar-coating and false masks anymore. Your grip to whatever leash that has been keeping your sanity together loosens, and tears begin to pool in your eyes as fast as he made you fall in love with him, breaking the dam.

You defy his orders, looking down to the floor and covering your face with both hands. Takao’s eyes widen only a fraction before he feels a pang in his heart. He knows you don’t usually cry in front of people, that you prefer to let loose when you are alone in your room—the fact that you’re openly crying in the kitchen with the cause of your pain right in front of you is proof that he made you go through a lot.

He feels like he’s suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I—I tried not to… I thought—”

He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you into a hug, but when you flinch and freeze before taking a step back, another portion of his heart breaks. You inhale deeply yet shakily, cupping your hand over your mouth as if it stops the sobbing somehow.

“It’s okay,” you say, a sudden calm overcoming you and his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “I, we’re not going to the same university, s-so we won’t see each other as much,” you continue, cursing inwardly at your shaky voice when you see Takao’s expression.

“I’ll—I’ll stay out of your way!” It comes out as a suggestion, but it’s like his heart is about to burst in the phantom hand’s tight grip.

“I promise not to get in the way of your relationship.” He swallows, scenes of not seeing you ever again playing in his mind, and his mouth feels dry and bitter.

“I didn’t want you to know in the first place. Just please… pretend you don’t know.” His stomach sinks at the request.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, but it feels as if you’re trying to convince yourself, “I’ll be okay.”

That’s when he snaps, pulling you into a hug so tight you’re encased by his whole body. The desperation in his hands as he cups the back of your head says he’s afraid that you’ll slip through him like sand. Pressed against his chest like this, you feel his rapid heartbeat and warmth, and the tears you have been trying so hard to supress makes their way down your cheek, seeping into the material of his shirt.

“No, don’t, please,” he tells you, exhaling shakily, “I was—if I let you go now you’ll run away, and I spent the whole night thinking about what would happen and I,” he swallows, “I really can’t imagine not having you with me.”

“Then what?” You cry, pushing at his chest in anger to put distance between you. “You want me to stick around and ‘stand by you’ while you’re with your girlfriend? I’ve done that for the past year!” Your voice breaks with the gradually rising volume, evidence of how hard you cried the night before. “I don’t want to go through that anymore. I’ve had enough.”

The room falls into silence as Takao looks at you while you quietly lower your eyes down to the floor. Thoughts run a thousand miles an hour in your head: if Takao only loves you as much as a friend does, there’s no point in having this conversation anymore—at least not until you move on. You must cut all ties with him, start anew, and fall in love again to be ready to face him.

“You hate me now, don’t you?” He asks.

Even the words sting his tongue when he says them.

This time you look him in the eyes as you give him your answer.

“I wish I could,” you whisper, “that would make things so much easier.”

And like a meteor colliding with Earth, there is realization and clarity, like the smoke is cleared out of his mind. When he pulls you by the arm and crashes his lips onto yours in a desperate kiss, it feels as if everything makes sense—it’s right, and he has never felt nothing as perfect as this before.

Your eyes widen at the foreign sensation. You’ve never expected this to happen, never in your wildest dreams—at least not after you’ve discarded them. You feel tears well again in your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, because how can you not cry while he’s kissing you and you’re already giving up on him? Any form of resistance you can come up with is futile: your push isn’t as strong and your fists are instead bringing him closer, the way you try to pull away but always responding when he chases you.

Inside, you figure that there is still a bit of hope that he would return your feelings.

Takao’s kiss is deep, passionate, desperate. It’s more emotional than your previous conversation combined, it tells you everything you need to know about him and him you: that he is certainly not willing to let you go or run away, and that a small part of you hasn’t lost your wish of being with him despite what you try to tell yourself.

“I’m sorry,” he says in between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just give me the chance to.”

You gasp his name and he moans against your lips, kissing until the fire in his gut slowly turns into an ember, and by then he’s peppering slow kisses around your face in silent admiration and affection.

“What about your girlfriend?” You ask quietly. You really wish that you can skip this part, but he’s technically still in a relationship with someone else. Takao sighs, fishing out his phone and turning it on. The two of you stare until the blank screen lights up, and after a few seconds you can see notifications flooding in his phone, her name glaring in pixels. You spot snippets of the long sentences she sent to him, cuss words and spelling errors that turns out to be a continuation of what he received the night before.

“It’s clear that she’s upset of me ditching the party last night,” Takao scoffs a bit at that, “but who cares? She most likely found somebody else to grind with on the dance floor if she has the gall to diss me like that.”

“That’s horrible,” you say, eyebrows scrunching lightly with discomfort.

Takao places the device on the kitchen counter, paying absolutely no attention to it before he moves in to kiss you softly on the lips. When you pull away, it’s slow and unwilling, like you want it to last forever, but the need for air makes such wish impossible. His eyes are lidded, looking at you with an expression you can’t exactly decipher. You’ve never seen this look on his face before—something tells you that you’ll see more of this side of him in the future.

“I can’t believe it’s you all along,” he whispers, kissing you one more time. You reciprocate with equally, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to sink in the feeling of him wrapped around your senses. He smiles into the kiss.

“We’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

The Art of Good Loving

Requested by: @tryingtofindaplaceinthisworld

  • WARNING: I don’t usually do this, explicit content from the get-go and really NSFW smut.

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Love between two people can be so poetic, beautiful, and touching. Like a piece of art, think of your favourite piece, whether it be by Da Vinci, Seurat, Manet, Monet, Basquiat; think of how it moves you, how it touches you, how you respond to it, physically, and emotionally, it can’t be put into words, but it’s something you feel. 

But let’s not limit the term ‘artist’ to those that can hold a paintbrush or create statues, just in the same way love cannot be limited to the emotions alone. There are those who sing, dance, create a masterpiece with moving images, or write beautifully.

But he was her favourite artist. Well, he loved like one. 

She believes that there are those who make loving an art; know how to touch a person’s soul, speak to it without words. Roman was one of those people, it wasn’t something he prided himself on, he never regarded himself as such. He had quite the humble heart, but suppose like a true artist: one never regarded their work highly. 

He didn’t know that it was in the way he touched his wife alone, the way he curled his arm underneath the arch in her back, firmly and lovingly, pressing her into him as though they were never close enough. Or the way his mouth explored every aspect of her, like a child discovering the world through their mouth. She was the world to him. And then there was the way he looked at her and spoke to her, uplifting her.

Her body occupied the bed, fully naked, open to him and awaiting his undivided attention. He joined her, unbuttoning his white shirt and threw it carelessly on the side of the bed where it joined his tie.

“So pretty,” he complimented, gazing down at her. "These stay open,“ he then instructed her, keeping her legs parted and positioning himself between them.

She breathed easily, watching him adore her from his position. His eyes absorbed her, as if memorising each and everyone of her features. From the small scar on her hip, fine hairs on her arms and the little freckles on her  pointed peaks that she whined  about. She was an A-cup, she called them “bee stings.” He didn’t think she needed implants like she insisted. He liked them. He started there, leaning low; he made contact with her lips first, a slow kiss and abandoned them as he headed south, to her collarbone and her “bee stings.” Her legs moved up his sides, caressing them as the sensation of his tongue circling her hardened buds rippled through her, right to her core.

Roman ached for her too, his rigid shaft was evidence of this, especially as it made contact against her moist folds. The thought of it snuggled up in there, her walls constricting against it drove him crazy, but he could wait. The show wasn’t about him, it was for her. So he worked with the alternative, dragging his fingers against her wet lips before dipping them inside her. Her legs closed in on him, you’d think it was the real thing.

“Yes,” she breathed slowly, welcoming them in however, gyrating her hips against them.

Roman pulled back from his concentrated mission on her peaks, he wanted to watch her. See her face contort as he pleasured her. She let out a muffled cry, her eyes wide shut and head digging further into the pillow.

“Does it feel good?” he asked needlessly.

“Yes, you know it feels good,” she nodded, and started touching herself, for her own and his pleasure.

He felt his dick throbbing at the sight of her rubbing her nipple between her fingers on one hand, the other, her thumb pressed against her nub. He had another idea; he started a trail of kisses down her body, removing his fingers and she complained. But when he started licking his fingers so enticingly, she moaned and watched him in delight as he enjoyed her taste. He dove in like he was kissing her, his full lips on her drenching pussy and inserted his tongue in her.

That’s when her voice grew louder, saying his name as her back lifted off the bed. He stilled her at the hips. Their eyes met as he lapped at her, what a sight, she thought, watching him suck off her juices and kissing her tender flesh. She was so ready for him. There was too much stimulation; physical, emotional and then senses: taste, touch and sound. It was too much for her, already feeling boneless, she felt her body tremble and she prayed that she wouldn’t find her release.

Please, no, she thought, feeling it build up in her mid-section. 

“Roman, I’m coming,” she warned him, thinking he would slip out and finish the job off with his ready and waiting cock.

She was wrong, he remained there, grip on her hips tighter as she tried to twist away from him.

“Baby,” she cried, a knot in her stomach telling her she was so close, but she wanted to hold out until he was pleasuring her with his cock.

“Just relax,” he said calmly, in between his mission.

He could sense the tension in her body, trying to postpone the orgasm. She had another thing coming. He started flicking his tongue faster against her clit, her fingers sunk into his hair, gripping it so tightly it started losening from its tie. How could he be so stubborn at a time like this?

Just when she went silent, so he thought, her felt her juices trickling into his mouth and she froze as the orgasm washed over her. 

He sunk the crown of his shaft in her, and they both cried in pleasure, a beautiful harmony. He pulled it out with a pop and repeated the motion until he felt her stretched enough for the rest of him. She was so wet, much to her dismay he pulled out again deliberately, he enjoyed it when she got annoyed with him like this.

“Roman please,” she begged, sitting up to look at him as he went down on her again, lapping up her juices. “Fuck!”

Within seconds, he was back up again, entering her, this time there was a lot more friction, but despite that, he was determined. It felt phenomenal on his part, hers too. She let out a surprised moan. She tightened her grip on him when he filled her, their bodies collided and connected, locked together. Roman let out a sharp pleasured grumble, throwing his head back and trying not to lose control.

She loved that sound, there was something raw about it. Maybe it was the way that he wasn’t shy to let her know how he felt, or how good she felt wrapped around him. 

“Does that feel good baby?” she asked, mimicking him, cupping his cheeks and making him look at her. She knew how he felt.

“It feels amazing,” he shared, his gaze resolute on her.

He started a series of slow but sharp stabs, sliding in and out of her, creating a lovely sound. It was a medley of their bodies colliding, of their juices mixing, and voices meddling, soon they were both breathless as they catapulted each other over the edge.

Roman didn’t let that stop him, he continued hammering into her, through both of their orgasms. He clutched her hand, high above her head. She writhed, it hurt so good. She wanted him to stop and not at the same time. She just needed to catch her breath but she couldn’t imagine letting him stop and missing out on this.

“Mhhh, yes! Harder baby,” she requested, her met her needs, panting furiously as his pace quickened.

He glued their foreheads together and then kissed her. Her walls clamped down on him several times before she came again, her body thrashing underneath him. He stilled deep in her and came again too, shuddering and falling next to her. She turned to him and watched his chest rise and fall, his wet tentacles of hair stuck against his forehead and skin glistening with a sheet of sweat.

She loved this man. How had she gotten this lucky? Taking matters into her own hands, she climbed on top of him, cpaturing his curious eye. She wanted to return the favour, make him feel good too. He watched her. She slid her wet pussy up and down his hard and wet cock, teasing him. He closed his eyes, and held her at the waist, guiding her.

“Touch me here,” she told him, taking his hand and guided it to her clit.

Without further instructions, he started to rub her. She quivered for a second, placing both palms flat on his chest, before she lifted off him a little and slid down his length. He hissed at the way she felt like that, and the way she looked from that position. 

“Oooh,” she screeched.

“Damn,” he echoed the sentiment.

Then he thrusted upwards, impatient, and she joined him meeting him with hip rolls, they were a frantic mess. But it worked for them; she loved his hard intrusion, and he too loved the way she clenches around him.

“Please touch me,” she begged when his hand slipped away from her mound, and went around her waist again. “Please, yes, there, right there Roman,”

“Mmhph,” he exhaled, and did as was told, hand resuming its position. He rubbed. She twitched. “I love you,”

“I love you,” she whispered back, half smiling and then biting her bottom lip.

How beautiful was this man? His skin radiant, his hair splayed out on the pillow and those grey eyes looking into hers, searching for her soul. 

Her hand slipped down too, feeling where their bodies joined. She loved watching his cock slip in and out of her and the way her lips wrapped around him so snugly enticed her.

“Mhhh, no,” Roman said, removing her hand and bringing it to his mouth, but before he could lick the juices off her fingers he said, “Hands off, that’s mine,”

“Oh fuck,” she moaned at that statement. “It’s yours baby, take it, it’s yours,”

“And it feels so damn good,” he complimented. “ I can feel it, let it go. Cum on me, that’s it…”

“Yes, faster - yesss, don’t stop,” she told him. 

He reassured her with a nod and pulled her upper body down against his own, holding her in place as he fucked the life out of her, rendering her speechless, all that left her lips were babbles, an occasional swear word and erratic moans. She couldn’t catch up with his speedy thrusts. She came with sharp inhales, her body softened into his as he continued to fuck her through the orgasm again until she felt flimsy in his arms.

He flipped her over, so she was underneath and pumped into her a few more times before he found his own release.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded in response, her eyes fluttering slowly, sucked off all energy and composure.

“You’re shivering,” he noticed, scooting closer and wrapping himself around her, even though he knew the room temperature wasn’t the problem. “Better?”

She smiled weakly and nodded again,

“Go to sleep,” he said sleepily.

“I want some more,” she lowered her voice to match his.

He took her hand, rubbing the gold band he’d placed on her ring finger and replied, “I can do that,” he said, kissing her, before he lifted her leg, bending her knee and made his way inside her again.

She tensed up at how tight she felt, undermining how tender she was from the last round. But it hurt so good.

“I can’t get enough of this,” he said, reading her mind.

And there was the irony of it all; two lovers so desperate for each other, as if it were their last day, when it was only their first day as Mrs and Mr.

Dating Edmund Pevensie would include (Pt.2):

• Kissing Edmund’s nose.

• Him tracing the freckles on your back and cheeks, creating a pattern.

• You sit in between his legs or in his lap when you’re reading a book or watching something together.

• Inappropriate jokes during casual conversations.

• “I haven’t finished this assignment and it’s due tomorrow, fuck me.”

• And him just turning around and saying “Gladly.”

• Whenever you guys are making out he will let you take control sometimes.

• But when he’s angry or extremely emotional, he’ll just grab your face and kiss the shit outta you.

• When you guys are just lying down together, you’ll have one leg just wrapped around his torso.

• He’ll have one arm laying underneath your head as a cushion and he’d be untangling your hair softly with his fingers.

• While your relaxing you’ll play this game you both came up with.

• One person has to hum a song and if the other gets it right you can have the option of kissing the hummer or taking off a piece of their clothing.

• Whenever Edmund smiles you always pinch his cheeks when you’re in reach of his face, and he’s always in pain afterwards.

• Wearing his jumpers to College or University in winter.

• He plays guitar and you sing.

• Edmund always wanted to make a YouTube account with you but you refused. So instead you both performed at a small café in your town whenever you could.

• Him constantly telling you how beautiful you are.

• The best thing about your relationship was that you are completely honest with each other and Edmund isn’t afraid to show genuine emotion.

• He’d rarely cry, but when he does it’s because he has little episodes of insecurity due to his past.

• You would always tell him, in these moments, that he was the most imperfectly perfect person in the world

Okay, I really need to talk about this week’s episode. I am drowning in both my tears and Kakashi’s tears right now.

Thank goodness we get to see Kakashi’s side of the story. 

First off, that opening sequence to the episode caught me off guard when it really shouldn’t have. Throughout the entire manga, Kakashi is never caught crying out of both of his eyes. But when I think back, whenever he does cry (through Obito’s eye), he has always been surrounded by others. So that small scene right there shows how desperate and broken Kakashi becomes when he thinks that no one is watching. Just like any real person, he drops all his barriers and breaks down once he’s alone.

And I want to point out that Rin dies only a few months after Obito’s death. Minato follows soon after. Kakashi faces all of these losses and GOD DAMN IT, HE STILL MANAGES TO PULL HIMSELF TOGETHER. If that doesn’t count as an admirable characteristic in your book, then get out. I don’t want to talk to you.

Now about Kakashi and that book, I can’t even describe how I felt about that. Kakashi’s contemplating suicide. One of the traits that I love about him is that he’s so realistically imperfect. Kakashi’s lost his best friend and suddenly he ends up killing the one he had sworn to protect. He isolates himself and doesn’t want anyone to get close to him. Look at him. He was dying of guilt and he acted just like any other person would; he questioned why he was even still alive.

But Minato comes to him. He puts him in the Anbu not only because Kakashi needs another path to follow (before he goes down the wrong one), but also so that Minato can watch over him. Goddammit, Minato saved Kakashi from suicide with that one decision. When Kakashi threw that book away, he decided that death shouldn’t be an option. He chose to focus on what was still there. Kakashi believed that Minato would make sure that no one would ever have to suffer from his past experiences. And with his new role as Anbu, Kakashi can suddenly contribute to the cause; he can help save people by working under Minato.

And now that Minato’s placed him under the Anbu to protect Kushina, does he blame himself for their deaths too? Hell fucking yeah. I just don’t have evidence to prove that yet. Suddenly Kakashi’s burdened with even more deaths.

This arc is going to be the death of me. But we all know that something’s going to pull Kakashi out of the Anbu corporation (probably Naruto). Kakashi’s going to pick himself back up and goddammit, I’m going to cry when he finally gets a break from all this.

RT HIGHSCHOOL AU

-Michael plays a sick ass trombone and is the school asshole who has a youtube channel that half the school is subscribed to because oh my god that kids got some vocal cords

-Gavin plays flute and is the most bisexual prick who flirts with anyone and everyone all the damn time. he does it for meg.

-Ray is that kid who got dared to eat 3 boxes of graham crackers in 15 minutes and he did it without even drinking water. he also has the highest gamer score in the entire school and he wears this achievement on his sleeve

-Ryan is principal player 1st violin and is actually plotting the death of team nice dynamite. he is so good at violin it makes you want to cry because anything good you thought you did in your pathetic life doesnt even add up to this

-Geoff is a total drama dork but he only ever does tech and behind the scenes because he’s too shy to ever show his face after the snake incident

-Jack is the nice choir kid who tries his best to keep the band/orchestra war at bay but never really succeeds. its all in the effort, jack. all in the effort.

-Burnie and Gus are the seniors who always hang out with freshies and sophies and show them the ropes of the big school. theres a rumour that they graduated 3 years ago but they still hang around the school because they have nothing better to do

-Miles is the kid who’s art is in every fucking display case but no one has any idea who the fuck he is but holy shit his art is amazing and he’s probably been commissioned by professionals like 40 times

-Kerry is the nerd in graphic design who slays at drawing and is really funny but no one notices him because he’s so quiet and he hangs out with miles luna? who is that??

-Lindsay, Barb, Ashley, and Meg are the cheerleaders and DAMN are they hot. theyre like in every guy’s wet dream i swear. and not only are they hot, they play games. lindsay plays gta and kicks major ass

-Blaine is obviously the football jock I mean come on look at him he’s tall and freaking ripped. you cant tell me someone like him isnt on the football team

-Funhaus are totally the kids who run the back of the bus and have dildos??? all the time?????? where are they getting all of these?!!?!?!?!!?!!!?!!????

-Griffin is the badass girl that everyone wants because dude she’s bi and looking!!!!! And holy shit is she in woodworks?!!?! HOLY SHIT IS SHE USING A CHAINSAW TO MAKE A WOODEN SCULPTURE

-Joel is that tall asshole senior who scares freshmen and calls them fish. he will never be forgotten because when he was a freshmen he sat in a trashcan and rolled down the main stairs. he broke 3 ribs and burnie and gus pass this information on to new freshmen every year like its religion

(more to be added!)

Apartment 5108 // 8

Apartment 5108 — ft. Oh Sehun

// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language — in later chapters

Chapters
// 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 //

8

My most feared question in the world is–Are you happy? I don’t like hearing it. I hate watching the answer spoken to life. My parent’s friends, clients, and colleagues inquired on their happiness all the time but my parents always lied. They feigned happiness and joy to the point where it was unbearable for me to witness from my small hiding places. They were never content with how their lives turned out. From their marriage to the birth of their only child, nothing was good enough.

The reason why I’m scared of being asked that particular question is I fear how I will respond. I’m afraid I will answer the exact same way my parents did–lying through my teeth and covering up pain and hurt with a fake smile. I don’t want to pretend like my parents. I don’t want the mental wound to stay open and fester until it consumes my whole entire sense of worth. I don’t want death to be the only release from my unhappy prison.

But living with Sehun, talking with him, and being around him doesn’t make me feel like I will have to lie to that question. I’m not dependent on him or will say he was my sole reason for changing because he wasn’t. I wanted to change. I lived an apathetic lifestyle by going through the motions with no energy or fervor. I grew numb to my existence and didn’t realize I wasn’t even trying to live half of a life. It wasn’t until Ada telling me to befriend Sehun that I found my lifestyle inadequate and unsatisfactory. I chose to change–for me, for my happiness, and for my life.

If I am now asked if I am happy or not, I will gladly respond full heartedly–

Yes. I am happy. Right now, in this moment, I am completely 100% happy.

“I never knew grading tests could be so enjoyable,” Sehun slips into the seat across from me while taking a bite out of his Granny Smith red apple. 

I glance up with a smile. Putting a 10/10 on Ada’s addition and subtraction test, I see the handsome man sitting before me. He’s dressed in white jeans and a thin white knit-cardigan over a matching colored t-shirt fitting him so well it could possibly end up making me cry. The color white does miraculous things for him. It brightens his face and shows off those devilish collar bones and milky skin. He should be forbidden from wearing knits or any type of clothing that makes him more attractive than he already is. He simpers as if he can read my guilty lustful thoughts. 

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Jungkook Vampire AU

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Jungkook Vampire AU: Part 5

Published: October 27th, 2016

Word Count: 2,093

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

[Warning: This chapter contains some violence and aggression for the sake of drama. If you’re not comfortable reading that, please find other reading material that you will be comfortable reading. :)]


Jungkook’s POV:

Jungkook felt bad pretending that he didn’t have anywhere to stay, only to convince you to let him stay with you, but it was the only way to ensure your safety. If Taehyung executed his plan tonight, he needed to be near you.

He saw your eyes soften as soon as the words left his mouth. You bit your lip, contemplating and Jungkook’s heart stomach flipped at the sight.

He looked away quickly, suddenly feeling warm, and could feel your eyes on him. A few seconds later he heard your sigh and looked up to see you giving him a small smile.

“Come on in.”

Your POV:

You pulled open the door and waited for Jungkook to step through before closing the door behind him. “I’ll go get you something to sleep on,” You mumbled before walking into your room to get him a pillow, blanket and sheets.

You opened your closet, as your mind raced because of Jungkook’s sudden appearance, and grabbed a dark blue pillow, striped sheets, and a brown blanket. You closed the closet and walked to your bedroom door, taking a few moments to compose yourself. What had compelled you to let this practical stranger into your house? Your brain went back to moments ago when you had opened the door to his pitiful look; you shook your head violently in an attempt to clear it.

You finally opened the door and stepped out into the living room with a smile on your face. “I don’t have a lot but I’ll just put these on the couch for you…” You trailed off as you found Jungkook, sitting on your couch with his forearms on his knees, looking around at everything on the walls. You suddenly felt embarrassed by the doodles and sheet music all over.

You opened your mouth to apologize for the mess when Jungkook spoke up. “These are amazing,” he said wistfully and your eyes grew wide.

“Wait, what?” You said, surprised. Jungkook looked over at you, clearly in awe, before looking at what you were holding. He stood up, walked over to you and grabbed the pile of bedding out of your hands.

Jungkook grinned down at you, “Really, y/n. The songs especially; they’re amazing.” He winked turned around and began making up his bed.

“T-thank you…hey, wait, that’s my job!” You said as you ran over and tried to take the sheets back from him.

Jungkook took one half of the sheets and pulled it away from you. “I want to help.” He said as you sighed and gave in. Eventually, both of you were pulling the sheets over the couch cushions. You glanced up, halfway through the work, and your stomach flipped as you saw Jungkook’s arm muscles flexed slightly from a simple chore like this. You looked away, quickly, your cheeks heating up at a rapid pace.

Together, you finished the simple job quickly and you stood up, looking at the boy before you as he placed his pillow down. “Do you want anything to eat before I go to bed?” You asked tentatively and Jungkook’s head snapped up.

“Hm?” Confusion crossed his face before your words registered in his brain. ‘Oh, no I’m good thank you,” Jungkook replied. You nodded and stepped away from the couch. You looked around the room again, making sure everything was in its place.

“I’m going to go to bed, Jungkook,” You said as you walked towards your door. “Goodnight.”

Jungkook jumped up and bowed to you. “Thank you for letting me stay here, y/n,” He said as he remained bent over practically parallel to the ground, “Goodnight.”

You smiled before walking into your room, closing the door, and turning the lock, as a precaution. As comfortable as you felt around Jungkook, your instincts told you to lock your door.

Trust is earned, not given.

Jungkook’s POV:

Jungkook sat on the couch, quietly, unmoving. He glanced out the window to his left before placing his head in his hands and groaning in frustration.

Could he protect you when it came down to it?

What could Taehyung be planning? Would he do anything tonight? Jungkook groaned and fell back onto the couch. His senses were constantly heightened and he could still smell your cherry perfume that he’d tried not to react to since. When he first saw you on the other side of the door, he’d almost fallen over at the sudden rush of the heavenly smell that he’d begun to associate with you. Your messy bun had been a little bit lopsided and had already begun to unravel when you’d answered the door and had become even more so as you had helped him set up the couch for him to sleep on.

Jungkook rubbed his face angrily.

Why did he care about you so much?

Your POV:

You shifted in bed…again; your body was tired, but your brain wouldn’t let you sleep. You stared out your window and tried to listen for the sounds of the city. Horns, pedestrians and the like had always helped you sleep after living in the city your whole life, but tonight was different. Even these sounds couldn’t calm your mind that was racing with the thought of the boy in the other room.

You heard faint snoring through the walls and realized that Jungkook had fallen asleep easily. You closed your eyes again and tried something new. Instead of focusing on the sounds outside, you let yourself focus on the steadiness of Jungkook’s snoring. In, out, in, out. Your eyes drooped involuntarily and soon you were asleep.

You felt a cold breeze flow across your body and shivered slightly. You scrunched up your face, thinking that you’d closed your window, before going to pull a blanket up around your face, trying to make yourself a little warmer.

You felt a warm hand cover your mouth as you began to lift up the blanket and your eyes shot open to see a dark silhouette against your light ceiling. The hand pressed your head against your bed and made it impossible for you to move your neck while they were also kneeling on your legs. You had been rendered immobile and as you realized that you were helpless, your eyes widened and filled with fear.

Slowly, your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you could now vaguely see a boy with blonde hair hovering over you with his finger to his lips, a sharp look in his eyes. You nodded. Slowly, the boy’s knee was lifted from your legs and, as one of his hands was still covering your mouth, the other pulled at your arm to make you sit up on the bed. As the boy moved, he stepped into a beam of moonlight coming through your window and your breath caught as you recognized Kim Taehyung. Tears of shock slipped out of your eyes as you shook your head, silently asking the only question in your brain, “Why?”

Taehyung stood up, scoffing as your tears, and roughly pulled you into a standing position before shoving you towards your wall. His hand left your mouth for a second as you flew against it, causing a myriad of papers to crumple behind you, but reflexively, you bit back a shout as your head hit the hard building material. You tasted blood in your mouth.

Taehyung’s hand came up to cover your mouth once again and you whimpered in fear and pain.

“How did you get into Pire Café? Who let you in?” Taehyung hissed at you.

You shook your head violently, trying to show that you didn’t know how to answer the question.

“What does Jungkook want with a human like you?” He spat in your face, emphasizing ‘human,’ making you confused and even more scared.

“Is he trying to mock me by showing that because he’s the heir, he can do whatever he wants, even with a human?” Taehyung looked away. His hair fell over his eyes, now full of fury and when he turned back to you, scowling, your blood froze. You barely had time to squeak out a cry before he was pushing you against the wall again and lifting you off your feet, causing your airway to be blocked and your feet to be inches off the ground. You were only being held up by Taehyungs hand on your throat.

You scratched at his hand desperately trying to call for help from Jungkook. “J-ju-“ You choked out before it became even harder to breath. Your words barely left your lips, let alone reached Jungkook in the living room but you kept trying, barely creating more the J sound every time.

“Jungkook isn’t here,” Taehyung hissed as he reached into his pocket, slightly loosening his hold on your throat and allowing you to get a small gulp of air before his hand tightened again and a shining object had appeared in his hand.

Taehyung grinned at you. “Clearly, we’re not getting the answers we wanted. Maybe I can be a bit more persuasive.” Taehyung flicked his wrist and another section of the object slid out; a blade.

You flinched away and Taehyung grinned. “You haven’t even seen the best part; I think you should see this up real close.” Taehyung loosened his grip on your throat and your feet landed on the floor. Your knees buckled, but Taehyung put his forearm across your chest to hold you against the wall again, and simultaneously holding you upright. You had no breath left and your practically crushed windpipe made it impossible to call for help.

Taehyung leaned in until his face was inches from yours; you tried to pull back but the wall was in the way. “Wanna see a trick?” He whispered.

You shook your head, weakly, but Taehyung just laughed. He moved his thumb to a button on the handle of the knife and pressed it. Instantly the once silver of the blade turned red and you felt heated air press up against your exposed skin.

You winced away from the heat and what it could mean. Taehyung sighed in contentment before bringing the blade a few inches from your skin. “No blood; instant cauterization. Just pain, we don’t want that, now, do we?” He asked quietly in your ear. “Now tell me, y/n, what kind of reaction does Jungkook expect from me by bringing you into the picture? Does he think that I’ll tattle on him to daddy-dear?” Taehyung scoffed, “Please, we’re both adults now.”

You painfully spoke the words, “I don’t know,” and Taehyung scowled.

“Don’t lie to me!” Taehyung shouted.

You suddenly heard a loud bang against the door to your room. Taehyung jumped, and as he turned to look behind him, his hand holding the knife moved involuntarily and barely grazed your skin.

You thought you had no voice left, but you were wrong. A loud shout left your mouth suddenly and you felt new, hot tears making their way down your cheek.

“Y/n!” You heard Jungkook’s familiar, suddenly comforting, voice from the other side of door as more tears slipped out of your eyes at the excruciating pain. Soon your eyes would be like deserts. “Leave her alone!” Jungkook shouted through the door as another bang sounded against the wood.

Taehyung turned to you, the blade now pulled an inch from your now red neck. “Looks like you’ve got a little knight in shining armor, eh? Tell me what Jungkook’s plan is and maybe I’ll let you two live happily ever after. You hear that Jungkook?” He shouted behind him, “Your girlfriend is being hurt because of your foolishness. Not much of a man now!”

“I-I’m not his girlfriend and I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You pushed out through labored breaths.

“You little.”

You felt the blinding white pain again, much stronger this time, and heard the sound of splintering of wood as Jungkook crashed through the door. Your vision began going black around the edges as Taehyung turned around, letting his forearm drop from your shoulders, to face Jungkook. Your knees buckled and you fell to the floor, already losing consciousness. Your head hit the floor hard and your vision became black and red.

You heard shuffling and saw the vague outline of a figure make his way towards you, shouting, before you felt two arms tilt you into a sitting position, one arm around you waist and the other around your back, holding up your head. You heard your name leave Jungkook’s lips before you were completely lost.

The Contract

Prompt: Legendary Lovers
Paring: Levi/Mikasa
Setting: Fantasy/Mythological AU
Rating: M (there’s some crudely written smut somewhere in there.)

A/N: Thank you for hanging on for this update! This story is becoming rather elaborate. I’m pretty proud of this chapter mainly because of how complex Levi and Mikasa’s situation has become and the way it is being portrayed especially in this chapter. Enjoy!


The Contract

In the Era of Beginnings there once were two closely bonded brothers—radiant gods that lit up the pitch darkness of the endless void. The older brother gave off piercing rays that burned when touched. The younger however, had a light that emitted a muted luminous glow.

The brothers spent endless time traveling aimlessly without purpose. It was a solitary existence surrounded in expanding space and lifeless masses.  One day the older brother said to the younger,

“Let us make a world for us to rule, together.”

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The Signs Based on my Friends

Aries: loud but very deep inside, unexpectedly deep, very funny, automatically is close with you, tries to connect with everybody, comes off extremely bitchy but really is a great person if you ask how their day is going, has multiple light and fun romantic relationships with partners but they can end very easily, very comfortable around you, easily stressed out, has a lot of sass but won’t use it in a mean way, stubborn

Leo: goes with their own flow, holds on to romantic relationships, does things they end up regretting, cares deeply for his loved ones and will do almost anything for them if necessary, strange sense of humor, good relaxed style, any amount of affection they show is genuine and something to remember, humor in the way they say things, does whatever they want, stubborn, crys a lot but you’ll never know they cried

Virgo: easily aggravated, cares very much for their friends who have been there for them, appreciates what their friends does, a little selfish, likes talking about themselves because that’s how they relate to things, let’s go of romantic relationships easily, can be two faced, says things they don’t mean, gets extremely heated very fast about things that don’t even involve them, finds the littlest things funny, once they have an idea in their head they will try everything to make their plans work out, terrified to lose their loved ones, over exaggerates, gets in a lot of drama accidentally

Taurus: stubborn, very loyal, is the mom of the group, would do anything for the people they love, listens to people yet keeps a lot inside, is a deep lover, loves long relationships, extremely sentimental, hates change, very calm but has an extremely anxious and concerned side to them, cries rarely and will explode but won’t tell anyone unless the conversation forces them to and they’ll laugh it off, clings onto friendships and hates losing touch with people, tries to make everyone feel better, usually gets hurt by caring too much, the worst way to hurt them is to lie to them; be straight up and you won’t ever have a problem with them

Scorpio: doesn’t show much affection unless you’re close with them and the situation calls for it, is willing to do almost anything for only a few select people, doesn’t give a fuck but can push people away because of this, has a very emotional side but you won’t ever see it, tends to neglect romantic relationships, shows how thankful they are in random ways, usually has a dark secret to them that they only let a few people in on, crys an average amount but will need people to be there for them when they do

Libra: has a desire to be as deep as their friends but is honestly shallow, doesn’t think things through, makes bad decisions under peer pressure, starts conflict with people a lot for no reason, very very sensitive, a cryer who cries almost weekly and will tell a lot of people no matter if they ask, an open book, trying to find themselves but they’re too interested in trying to be things they aren’t, isn’t very good with their words but tries very hard to make you feel better, has a good heart, tries to please everyone and ends up getting hurt

Gemini: talks mad shit on people, can be very two-faced, funniest most random person ever, can make anyone laugh, is accidentally super annoying but they can’t help it, has few close friends, hardly ever shows emotion other than annoyance, has never cried in their entire life unless someone on their favorite show dies, is hurt when people are unfair, just wants to have a good time, never has romantic relationships, too flaky for relationships or many times close friendships, stubborn, very passive-aggressive

Sagittarius: extremely judgmental, has their own strong opinions that they voice way too frequently, has a very good style, rarely opens up to people, I’ve never heard them cry, has hardly any friends at all sometimes due to their harshness, cruel, is extremely hilarious, loves animals

Capricorn: easily angered, very stubborn, gives up too easily, is very funny, appreciates humor, finds almost anything funny, mocks people too much, overly judgmental, makes people feel insecure about themselves or their likes, is very harsh, has a good heart, hardly has emotion though, hasn’t cried in years but probably would if someone stole their weed

Pisces: very funny, low key personality, tries to connect with people, a realist, is very reasonable, agreeable person, extremely giving, puts their heart out on their sleeves, is thankful for the simplest things, appreciates their few close friends, can get worked up after constant nagging, hates not being appreciated for their actions they did just to help you, never seen one cry, isn’t very romantic but is shy about it when they are

Aquarius: extremely deep, more stubborn than anything, has a good heart but doesn’t know how to express it, good listener, smooth talker, doesn’t deal with your shit, doesn’t listen to anyone even the ones they hold closest to their hearts, regrets a lot of the things they do & won’t let you know they regret anything, won’t let you know that you’ve made them upset unless you make them angry, has a lot of pent up anger and takes it out on the wrong people, pushes people away sometimes, distant, good lover who wants honesty and physical attention and over all a solid friendship with any of their lovers, one of the most interesting people I’ve ever come in contact with, extremely interesting to talk to

m4rloe5  asked:

NO BUT TOM FELTON IS JUST UGH! DID YOU SEE HIM IN DUMBLEDORE'S FINAL MOMENTS?? (I still hate that in the movie he fears for his own life if he doesn't kill Albus because IN THE BOOKS he fears for his FAMILY WHY WOULD YOU EVEN CHANGE THAT DOES IT ALLOW YOU TO FEEL FOR HIM TOO MUCH IS THAT IT HMM??) BUT STILL those minor subtle blink and you'll miss it expressions are the END of me ugh

I just wanted my boy Draco to actually get a redeeming moment why on earth did you cut that scene why??

I still cry about him sometimes

I just wanted more scenes to show that Draco is what Harry could have been and Harry is what Draco could have been because let’s face it, it’s true. they’re two opposites and yet they aren’t that different

I am emotional and of course I’m not studying

I cry

COME BE EMOTIONAL WITH ME

Okay so Tom Felton really did a great job on Draco. I just wish he wouldn’t be so damn handsome cuz a) it’s really distracting and b) now you have fangirls everywhere who fall in love with Tom instead of Draco and they think Draco is this sweet marshmallow when he’s not. JUST READ THE BOOKS AND SEE THE REDEMPTION ARC, BITCHES.

Well, to be fair, fear for your own life is pretty deep too. I mean, he severely underestimated the job of killing someone, but if a certain murderous dark lord threatens to kill you… who wouldn’t atleast try? I get that the Gryffindors are all very very brave and I applaud them for that, but I value my own life pretty much. Mind you, there’s a big difference between betraying your best friends because you think the other side wins (pettigrew), and getting a personal task from the person your parents have painted as a hero (draco).

That being said, Draco fearing for his parents gives him a MUCH deeper reasoning!! It shows he’s able to love, he’s not as selfish as people want him to be, and that whole scene is just so angsty and real. But yeah, the movie just had to change that, right? I think they figured it wouldn’t make much of a difference, but it does.

And the point with Draco is UPBRINGING. He’s what Harry could’ve been, certainly. I can go on a five hour rant about Dumbledore’s absolute idiotic decision to let Harry get abused for 10 long years, but I think his fear that Harry would otherwise be spoiled is very legit. Ofcourse, not all people would be like that; I have this AU in my head where Harry is raised by the Weasleys and Harry would be such a soft, lovely person (just like he is now but without the low selfworth and PTSS from past abuse). As it is, Harry was raised as scum of the earth, and Draco was raised as this little prince with pureblood ideals. He was on top of the world for so long - at school, where he was the favorite of atleast one teacher and certainly at home, where he was doted on by his parents - and he didn’t realise the world is harsh and to be feared until he was 16. It doesn’t excuse all of his behavior - because I still think Draco should’ve realised way earlier that what he did was wrong, not only when his parents were threatened - but it shows that upbringing goes a long way. What if Harry had been treated like a special little snowflake, standing above all because he defeated Voldemort? You wouldn’t have the Harry Potter series. He needs those survival instincts, something Dumbledore saw very quickly (because Harry certainly wouldn’t have been so meek to be used by Dumbledore if he had another upbringing). Character is part of how you are and part of your upbringing, and that shows in Harry and Draco (because Harry is still so kind, even after the Dursleys, and Draco still has a redemption arc and marries a girl that doesn’t believe that much in the pureblood upbringing, even after his own childhood).

A love lost on the outside but a love found within.

I loved someone once, with all of my being. I laid by him naked and vulnerable. I showed him everything I had. Shared my deepest secrets and fears. Shared my happiest moments and many laughs. My body was his for the taking, And he took it good. I gave him everything I had. Yet, he was never really there. Days and nights spent dolling myself up. Just for all of the art I drew on my face to melt into nothing but smears and smudges as the tears poured from me like the rain drops from a terrible storm. Day after day. He gave me a taste of his love and left me craving more.Time went on. The days grew darker. For Darkness followed wherever he went, I wanted to be the light. Darkness covered my home and my entire life. Hiding animals, scared kids, crying girl. What does he want? What could I do to show him what it feels like to shine again. He did not want to shine, In time I found that he had grown quite fond of his own darkness as it is all he’d ever known. Was there ever a light? What a life to live, trumping through it and crushing everyone who tried to get in. Holding that head High, walking proud, never feeling anything. I never got inside, but I’m not sure there is anything there after all. I still tried. Years wasted. He’s gone. In the blink of an eye it’s like it was never there at all. The scars will remain, but I Will wear them with honor, knowing that my love was real and my intentions were pure. And now The air is fresh, my home is bright, my soul will shine even brighter than before, for I have found a new love, the greatest love, self love. I have a whole new appreciation for me, my mind, my heart, my body, my touch, my intentions. While he, with his evil sidekick, will remain surrounded in darkness until the very day he is swallowed alive by it. That day will come, hard and fast, all the evil he’s carried will crash down on him, and that head he held so high, will finally know what it’s like to stare at the ground.

anonymous asked:

☼ + saphael

  • who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation

i think we all know it’d totally be simon, and at first raphael is horrified and spends hours glaring balefully at the puppy as it stumbles around the room. eventually simon finds them cuddled together on the couch one day, and raphael just levels him with a look and mutters “don’t tell a soul or else”

  • who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them

i think raphael might secretly have a bit of an ego, and ask simon to take pictures of him in his new suits, but i also think simon would sneakily take pictures of him and force him into couple selfies because he wants to remember the moment!

“but we have eternity simon”

“so? does that mean i’m not allowed to remember stuff? where is the romance raphael?”

“you’re being dramatic again”

“what’s the point of having a hot boyfriend if i can’t show him off on instagram?”

  • who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy

we all know it’s totally raphael, he suffers through several activities just to get that excited look on simon’s face - this includes, but is not restricted to, watching shows/movies, going out on ridiculous dates and romantic gestures raphael would otherwise find cringy

  • who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them

simon is definitely the type to get scared, but because he’s such a movie buff he spends ages trying to find movies that will scare raphael and make the other reach to him for comfort - it always ends up the other way around though

  • who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them

i think simon might try to finish his college degree, and that raphael might have fun trying to distract him when he’s studying - but simon is definitely the one who really enjoys distracting raphael whenever he has work to do

  • who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated

simon! he loves facetiming, and it takes awhile for him to get raphael to agree to it. once he does simon is treated to his boyfriends face whenever he wants, even though raphael always complains.

“i’m trying to sleep, simon”,

“so? just leave it down so i can watch you”

“…that’s creepy”

  • who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do

raphael definitely storms out during fights, though simon does it as well, but i think out of the two of them simon is the one who gets upset afterwards and needs comfort

  • who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows

totally simon, and though raphael usually watches them, sometimes he just wants to sleep

“simon”

“i have headphones in!!”

simon

  • who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky

they both do, simon does it playfully because he knows he can get away with it, and raphael does it at inappropriate moments just to get simon flustered - he finds it works when he wants things his own way too

  • who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car

i think raphael might have a few classic cars stored somewhere, and simon loves them too (because classic cars!!), so sometimes they wash them together. it always seems to end with both of them being drenched in water after simon starts a fight that raphael always finishes (no he’s not competitive)

  • who has more fun decorating the house during holidays

simon, any excuse he gets and the hotel ends up covered in decorations. raphael pretends to hate it, but he can’t help but smile as he watches the rest of the clan gather around to decorate the christmas tree

  • who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other

they’ve both perfected the art of the silent treatment. it could even be argued they’ve perfected it too much - and they both get wound up because they both want the other to say something first so they just sit in the same room, awkwardly avoiding eye contact until one of them breaks

  • who plays with the others’ hair more

simon loves playing with raphael’s hair, every chance he gets his buries his fingers into the black locks. raphael always complains, but it usually dies down once simon starts scratching his nails gently along his scalp

“are you… are you purring?”

“no”

  • who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored

simon! one of his favourite activities is attempting to merge himself along raphael’s side. whenever he gets bored he lounges across the other, ignoring whatever he’s doing as he makes himself comfortable. raphael complains, but never that much so simon calls his bluff

  • who tries to kiss the other as often as they can

they’re both guilty of this. simon does it whenever he thinks raphael looks particularly beautiful (which is always) and raphael does it to shut the other up when he’s rambling (which is always)

  • who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up

simon is a serial pouter, and raphael tells him to shut up a lot

  • who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up  

i think they both do, but simon seems like he’d be easily riled up, and raphael seems like the type who’d find amusement in running circles around him - it usually doesn’t take much for raphael to give in though

“it’s because i’m sexy isn’t it?”

“…not the word i would of used”

raphael

  • who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one

simon always forgets the umbrella, and makes up for it by offering to hold it. it helps that raphael is slightly shorter than him, and simon gets to wrap his arm around the others waist whenever he does - yep, there are incentives 

  • who demands showering first in the mornings

raphael has a very complicated and rigid morning schedule that simon knows not to interrupt

“but babe, you always look beautiful to me”

“…shut up simon”

  • who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings

although raphael’s scedule is complicated and rigid, he maybe doesn’t mind a little interruption every now and then

  • who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games

simon loves playing the games, and raphael loves winning prizes for him (and vice versa), but raphael also loves sitting beside simon on the roller coaster while he screams the names of every god known to man - it’s good training he says afterwards, with barely concealed glee on his face

  • who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond

simon, he just doesn’t know when to give up. raphael is an admittedly slow typer, and sometimes he’s half way through replying when another message appears, and then another, and he ends up throwing the phone down with a huff and burying his head in his hands as the phone vibrates endlessly

  • who always forgets to charge their phone overnight

simon would forget his own head if it wasn’t attached to his head, and raphael well, he won’t admit it, but he isn’t great with technology - this ends up with them both having no phone quite a lot. it doesn’t matter so much though, seeing as they only really use it to contact each other 

  • who comes up behind the other and slides their hands into their back pockets

raphael has gotten used to having simon’s hands in his back pockets, when he’s working, when he’s talking to people, even when he’s just standing in the kitchen having a drink

  • who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can

simon is a hugger, and though raphael won’t admit it, so is he, so simon initiates most of the hugs - even when he shouldn’t be hugging him, like in the middle of clan meetings or during visits from downworlder envoys

  • who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet

simon has no filter, and raphael spends a lot of his time shushing the other, to no avail. as much as he loves his fledgling - he can be insufferably loud sometimes

Originally posted by donniefuckassdarko

Part 6


He ran after you. Sebastian stood there in shock and anger. You walked right out without nothing else to say to him. He was angry that Aaron was the one running after you. His feet seemed to not moving at all. 

Did he love you? Was everything worth it?

Aaron saw you running down the street, he called out to you, “ Y/N, please.. stop..” But he kept running to catch up with you. He felt his heart breaking when he saw the look on your face. 

Sebastian had cheated. You were pregnant with his child. 

“ Stop!!” He shouted. You couldn’t run anymore, your knees giving up from under you as you collapsed on the ground. Putting a hand to your mouth, you sobbed not believing you could be such a fool to love a man like Sebastian. 

Aaron kneel before you as he sat down besides you.

“ I am so sorry Y/N..” Sorry. Funny word. You heard enough over the years. Sobbing , you didn’t say anything to him as he pulled you to his chest. 


A steaming hot tea in your hands as you sat at a cafe with Aaron sitting across from you. He hasn’t left your side, no words where said. It was almost dark out. 

“ Drink, you’ll feel better” Your eyes rose to meet his face. His hair was all over the place, his eyes held sadness. But what did he know about sadness and the pain you were feeling. He gave you one of his fake smile he does but you didn’t need that. 

“ I will be fine” You mumbled taking a drink of your tea. Will you? No, you felt all the hurt coming out but you didn’t want to show it to him. You wanted to scream and cry. But what good will that do?

He placed his hand on top of your, the one that was playing with the napkin. One hand on the tea while the other played with the napkin, looking at where his hand was, you slipped it away.

“ Don’t do this to me Aaron” His face scrunched up in confusion. “ I am not doing anything to you..” 

“ You know what I mean.. before…” He sighed looking out the window seeing cars passing by and people walking by. He looked back at you , his hands coming together .

“ We don’t need to talk about that right now” 

“ I think we do” He held your gaze. But the way you two were looking at each other, the other thought you two were lovers. 



“ He isn’t good for you. He doesn’t love you” Pacing his living room , once again in tears because you had no idea what to do. You love Sebastian but he torn you apart. Then there was Aaron who still was married to Sam, with kids and says he is in love with you. 

“ And you know what’s right for me!?” Turning to him, fist at your side, eyes glaring at him. He stood up, taking a step towards you. 

“ First, clam down. Take a breather. You know yourself, he isn’t good for you. He broke your heart” 

“ If your implying that I am going to run into your arms, then your dead wrong” “ I didn’t say that Y/N” He took another step, his face was inches away from you.

Cupping your face with his hand, he stoked your cheek with his thumb, “ Beautiful.” Brushing a hair behind your ear, Sebastian hasn’t called you which broke your heart even more. Why hasn’t he?

“ Why hasn’t he called me or anything? Why didn’t he ran after me? Am I not worth it” 

“ Your worth it Y/N. He’s the one who made a mistake of putting a knife in your back. He doesn’t love you” 

He leaned down, looking into your eyes seeing if you’ll reject him. But you froze in your spot glancing at his lips, your breathing had stopped. Licking your chapped lips, a sudden urge came over you wanting nothing more then to kiss him.

But he did for you. 

He leaned down capturing your lips with his as they danced together. Sliding your hands up his chest wrapping your arms around his neck, he applied more pressure against your lips. 

You kissed him back, licking his bottom lip for entrance. He let you in as your tongue met his for a dance. 

Pulling away, you were out of breath, he glanced down at you with a small smile placed on his lips. Puling away from him, you stepped back. The door opened, in walked Sam. 

As she reached the living room, she saw Aaron with you standing there. Looking between you, she noticed the puffy eyes and your stance all slouchy. You have been crying. She looked over to Aaron to see him with dark circles around his eyes, his hands in his pockets as he stared at her.

“ What’s going on? “ She asked coming more into the living room.

“ I was just leaving “ You mumbled walking past her out the door.


Walking to the drive way, you glanced at your house seeing the way it was before, walking up the three steps you had before putting the key into the door. You had your keys in your pocket. When the door opened, it made a sound, you cringed not loving it. 

But the sound attracted Sebastian who walked in to see what the noise was. His breath hitched, he blinked his eyes. He had puffy eyes, he was crying but why did he cry. He was the one who broke your heart. 

But the thing was, you couldn’t lie to him.

“ Where did you go?” He asked softly walking towards you. But you moved back,making him frown and stop his walking.

“ Nowhere” you glanced at your hands before making your way into your bedroom but stopped in your tracks seeing the clothes on the floor. His and hers. Still there.

“ I-I was g-going to c-clean it up” You closed your eyes trying not to cry anymore. “ Tell me something, what did she have that I didn’t?” 

“Nothing… Y/N… I’m sorry..” Was all he said. You laughed holding back tears. “ Sorry? Your sorry? Fuck you Sebastian Stan. I loved you and gave you everything! I am pregnant with your child even! You promised to never hurt me! What the hell?!” 

He hung his head as he took in your screaming. He didn’t deserve you. 

“I don’t even know what to say to you! Your disgusting! To think I ever loved you and to think you wanted to be in my life!

“ I do want to be in your life and my child’s life. I’d do anything to go back and fix things”

“ You can’t because you know what? We are done!” Silence overtook the room, you were breathing hard as Sebastian took the piece of information you told him.

“ No! No! You can’t do this! I love you!” He was full on crying now. “ Please don’t leave me…” He begged you getting on his knees. 

You grabbed a bag putting your things in there. He sobbed crawling on his knees to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You stared down at him. 

“ Get up” You told him. He looked like a lost puppy but he got to his feet, his lip was trembling.

“ That women didn’t mean anything to me. I love you and only you” He wanted to take your hands in his but you pulled them away and smacked him. His head went to the side before he turned to look at you.

“ I deserve that” 

“ Yea, you did and plenty more. How would you feel if I told you Aaron and I kissed” 

He stopped crying as he processed this. “ W-what?” He asked you not believing the words you just said. “ Nothing “ You closed your bag before walking around him. But he pulled you arm around turning you around.

“ Your mine” He growled leaning down kissing you roughly. You hit your fist against his chest trying to get away from him. But it was no use. 

Pulling away from him, he growled out, his eyes darker than usual. 

“ I am going to teach you a lesson” He said huskily before picking you over his shoulder as he dropped you on the bed.