everything about you two breaks my heart

You Owe Me // Archie Andrews

Hi!!! I love your imagines! Can I request an Archie one where he’s trying to get over Mrs. Grundy and he does that by asking the reader to fake date him so that she (Grundy) realizes he’s moved on but then they (reader and Archie) actually fall for each other and Grundy tries to get him back but fails????? Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!

Hey guys! I’m getting through these one at a time to the best of my ability so please be patient and if you have been thank you so much! I’m going through a rough patch at the moment so I need all the happiness I can get. If you guys have any ideas please let me know, love you all 💕🌸


‘Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!’ I perked my head up from my English notes, seeing my auburn haired best friend running down the hallway towards me where I was standing at my locker. I frowned at him, my eyes widened in confusion.

'Archie, stop yelling my name please. You’re drawing attention that is unwanted on my part.’ I whacked him in the chest once he reached me, closing my locker shut.

'I need to ask you a favour, only a small one I promise.’ He pleaded, following me down the hallway whilst I was reading up on Shakespeare’s famous plays.

'What is it?’ I asked absentmindedly, still staring at my notes, trying to understand his made up language.

'Please don’t overreact, but, I need you to be my girlfriend.’

'Say what now?’ I asked, raising my eyebrow, causing him to shush at me, pushing me into a vacant classroom and closing the door behind him. 'You have to be out of your mind.’ I shook my head, closing my book.

'Look - I need to get Ms. Grundy off of my back ever since the whole…’

'Teacher sleeps with student scenario?’ I cut him off, shrugging.

'Do you really have to put it like that?’ He asked.

'Yes, yes I do.’ I nodded, causing Archie to sigh. 'Continue,’ I motioned with my hand, sitting on one of the desks.

'Anyway, I need to get her off of my back and I’ve been trying to get over her. So, I need you, my best friend in the entire world, to fake date me.’ He explained.

'And why would I do that?’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

'Because you appreciate me and you owe me for that one time.’ He smiled cheekily as I sighed, playfully frowning at him.

Damn him and black mailing me.

'It was one time and I swore to never touch alcohol again after it. Why do you have to bring it up?’ I groaned, running my hands over my face.

'Because I’m your best friend. Now, please, just this once?’ He pleaded, standing in front of me.

I sighed. 'Alright “boyfriend”, let’s do this.’


'You guys are dating?!’ I shushed Veronica, glaring at the raven haired girl for almost announcing it to the whole cafeteria.

'Jesus, Ronnie. Keep your voice down. I’m only doing this for him, it’s not real.’ I sighed, eating at my cupcake.

'It soon will be.’ I frowned at her, confused at where she was going with this conversation. She rolled her eyes before continuing. 'Y/N, people who fake date end up falling for each other in the end…or have you already done that?’

I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. 'Whatever I feel, this is me doing him a favour and only a favour.’ Betty and Ronnie stared at each other, almost with knowing looks that it was obvious that I had feelings for my best friend, I always did. But, I managed to suppress them, until now.

'Hey girlfriend,’ I looked up to see Archie smiling down at me, kissing the top of my head before taking a seat next to me. Jughead gave me a smile and sat next to Betty. 'You told these guys?’

I nodded, 'Well, they would possibly raise questions due to that romantic gesture.’ I chuckled, catching sight of Ms. Grundy walking into the cafeteria.

Archie quickly wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, not really thinking about it. It was almost as though it was out on instinct.

I watched her walk past our table, giving us a glare as she walked past, causing Archie and I to bump fists under the table.

'She looked happy to see us.’ I snorted, trying to keep it together. Archie chuckled too, not removing his arm from me, whilst I never lifted my head from his shoulder.

I could tell you one thing though; I most certainly blushed and I wasn’t mad about it either.


'Oh, c'mon! This is just stupid! No way would he have made that jump!’ I exclaimed at Archie’s t.v in his bedroom, the two of us watching some action movie that Archie had picked.

'It’s because it’s Hollywood, Y/N. What do you expect?’ Archie chuckled.

'Some actual quality content.’ I answered, making Archie snort.

I chuckled, continuing to watch the movie. I was laying on Archie’s chest, feeling his gaze on me. We’d been “dating” for over a week now and in all honesty, I didn’t want it to end. I enjoyed spending time with him, doing couple things at school. The only thing we hadn’t done was kiss.

Did I want to? Of course I did. But, I was doing this as a favour, only a favour.

'Y/N?’ Archie perked up. I turned my gaze away from the t.v, seeing him looking down into my own gaze.

'Yeah, Arch?’ I asked, feeling my heart pick up of how close we were.

'You now how I only asked you to do this as you owing me?’ I nodded, letting him continue, 'Well, I’ve been thinking about it…and I-I didn’t realise it until only a few months ago - actually, a few years ago but, I don’t want to fake date, Y/N. I want to date you, for real.’

I gasped quietly, his words taking my breath away and my voice.

'I-I understand if you don’t feel the same-’

'Oh, hush up.’ I cut him off, grabbing his face, kissing him eagerly like I had been wanting to for so long. I rested my hands on his cheeks, pulling away from his lips as I rested my forehead against his.

'So…do we make this a daily thing now, or?’ I joked, causing Archie to laugh and pull me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.

I know what cloud 9 feels like now.


After Betty, Kevin and Ronnie’s reactions to me actually dating Archie, I needed to walk away and get some air and look for Archie at the same time.

I was genuinely happy for once, Archie causing the grin on my face. I felt complete and important, especially that the boy I’ve liked for so long finally admitted his own feelings. It amazed me that just by the two of us fake dating made us realise our true feelings for each other, ending up together for real.

I was knocked quickly out of my thoughts with shouting coming from a classroom. I frowned, walking over to the music room to see Archie and Ms. Grundy having an argument. I walked over to it, opening the door, causing Archie and Ms. Grundy to turn their heads and look at me.

'Really, Archie? Her? I gave you everything you could’ve wanted!’ She stared at me disgusted, causing anger to bubble up inside me.

'You manipulated me into keeping a secret about Jason Blossom’s murder and used me for your own good. Y/N treats me with the love and respect that I hope I can give her.’ Archie but back, causing my heart strings to tug a little at his words, warming them.

'Think about what you’re doing Archie, I can still give you everything-’

'No,’ Archie shook his head, cutting her off. He turned his back away from her, walking over towards me. 'You can’t. We’re done. I moved on and I’m happy.’

'She’ll hurt you, Archie.’

I scoffed. 'Give it a break, honey. You’re done here.’ I spat, feeling Archie grab my hand, leading me out of the tension build room.

I sighed of relief, the two of us being the only ones in the hallway.

'Well…that was interesting.’ Archie sighed, gripping onto the strap of his backpack.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him whilst I rested my head on his chest. He sighed, hugging me back. I felt his kiss the top of my hair, his hand cupping my face to tilt it up, pecking his lips.

I hummed happily, the two of us pulling away from each other. 'I’ll never get tired of that.’ I mumbled.

'I’m glad.’ He whispered back.

anonymous asked:

prompt: arin rages so hard at a game that he actually starts crying. dan quickly turns off the capture and then they both lie on the couch as dan strokes arin's hair and shooshes him and tries to calm him down.

okay so i’ve got a few prompts in my inbox, but the minute i saw this one, i immediately sat down and wrote. i love this so goddamn much.

it’s got everything–caring, warm danny, emotionally compromised arin, and feelsy hurt/comfort. add in egobang and you’ve got the perfect mix.

i love them. thanks for the prompt! i hope you like it!

One thing that Danny was pretty proud of was his ability to sense Arin’s mood and general emotions at any given time.

For example, when he first was getting to know Arin, he’d get worried after a con when Arin would suddenly go quiet and enter a slump. When he’d asked Suzy, she’d just explained that Arin “got like this” after cons, and was perfectly fine. He just needed some time to recuperate.

Now it was Danny who explained to concerned friends what was happening to Arin after cons. He’d always get a sort of swell in his chest, as though he were oddly proud to know Arin this personally.

That was to be expected, though. Especially after realizing he was in love with Arin a few months ago.

After a lot of confusion involving Danny avoiding Arin for two weeks and a confused and hurt Arin practically breaking down Danny’s front door, he and Arin had shared a personal conversation involving feelings and fears. They’d immediately gone to Suzy, because she had an important place in this conversation, too.

But that was the past now, and Danny still marveled at the fact that he could call Arin his boyfriend casually and it was considered normal. Arin and Suzy were husband and wife, but he and Arin were boyfriends.

He was happy with that. Arin had more than enough love to share, and Suzy thought it was marvelous that they made each other happy. He still couldn’t believe a person as kind and understanding as Suzy existed.

Which brought him to his current situation.

Arin was frowning at the screen, his brow furrowed as he attempted the boss battle for the sixth time. Danny was beginning to worry about him.

Arin had been working extremely hard the past few weeks. He’d hardly spent any time with Danny, as he’d been flying from one project to the next. Danny had also been very busy, but he knew Arin had a tendency to overwork. He was worried that Arin hadn’t been taking proper care of himself.

Danny had asked earlier, tentatively, if Arin was doing alright. Arin had chuckled and kissed Danny’s forehead fondly, telling him that he was fine. But Danny watched him now with concerned eyes; it was just like Arin to worry about everyone but himself.

Now, as Arin died for the seventh time, Danny bit his lip.

“Wanna take a break, dude? This boss looks pretty rough.”

Arin’s head jerked, his eyes darting to follow his character. “Nah, man, it’s fine–shit–totally fine. I’ve got this–goddammit!”

The game over screen flashed in front of them for only a moment before Arin started it up again, throwing his character back into the fight. Danny glanced at Arin, unsure.

“Okay, but only a couple more tries. Then we’re stopping.”

He’d tried to sound firm, but Arin didn’t even seem to register his command as he pushed on. “The trick is, to, um…just…”

With a sickening crack the game over screen flashed at them again, and Arin seemed to still, his face bright red.

Danny prepared himself for the outburst of curses and yells. 

But they never came.

Arin continued staring at the screen, his eyes dropping in defeat. He took a deep breath, glancing up again, and opened his mouth.

Arin burst into tears.

It was so startling Danny jumped, not used to seeing Arin so distraught. In fact, he could only recall seeing Arin cry before a handful of times, and never like this. It was uncanny to see the normally cheerful man look so…small.

He did the first thing that came to mind, which was reach out for Arin. He sought Arin’s familiar form, curling his arms protectively around him. “Hey. Hey, Big Cat. C’mere.”

Arin dropped the forgotten controller, curling into Danny’s chest. His hands gripped Danny’s old t-shirt, but he didn’t give a shit. He stroked Arin’s back soothingly, resting his head atop Arin’s. “Let it all out, big guy. Shh, I’ve got you. I’m here for you, baby.”

The cries were heart-wrenching, tearing a hole in Danny’s heart. Arin sounded so desolate and unhappy that Danny just wanted to wrap him up in a safe little ball and never let anything bad touch Arin ever again.

After a few sniffles, the wails subsided, and Arin’s grip on Danny’s shirt loosened. “Sorry,” he whimpered.

Danny stroked Arin’s hair, feeling terrible. “Don’t feel sorry, Big Cat. You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. I’m worried about you.”

Arin stayed hidden for another moment before turning his head upward to look at Danny. His heart ached at the sight of Arin’s puffy eyes and wet face. “I just…sometimes all the work catches up to me…and I miss you so goddamn much and feel guilty because I hardly get to spend any time with Suzy…and then I just feel all the weight of everything on my shoulders, but it’s my job…I’m supposed to be able to handle all of this, Danny.”

It’s the way Arin says Danny that really breaks in heart in two. Arin doesn’t use the affectionate term very often, and the way he says it so tenderly yet brokenly makes him hold Arin even tighter.

“You don’t need to do all that by yourself, baby,” Danny murmured, gently wiping the tears off Arin’s cheeks. “We’re all here to help you. No one expects you to do everything alone. We’re more concerned about you taking good care of yourself.” Danny smiled down at him, feeling an overwhelming rush of love and affection. “I’ll take care of you properly, I promise. But you need to let me help, okay, Big Cat?”

A smile flickered across Arin’s face, and he sighed, resting his head on Danny’s shoulder. “You’re the best. I love you.”

It’s a simple statement, but it makes Danny’s heart catch in his throat, and a tingly feeling shoots down his spine. He swallowed his giddiness, letting a smile stretch across his face as he buried his nose in Arin’s hair, kissing the top of his head. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

They stayed like that for a bit, letting Arin’s breathing return to normal and a feeling of warm comfort surrounded the pair. It’s moments like this that remind Danny how he fell in love with this hardworking, generous, talented, beautiful man in the first place. His heart swells with love and pride. Taking care of Arin feels better than anything he’s ever done before.

Finally, Arin shifted to sit up properly, wiping across his eyes one last time. “I needed that. You always know how to make me feel whole again.” He smiled somewhat shyly at Danny, and it’s the cutest goddamn thing Danny’s ever seen. He has to bite his lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.

“I’ll get everything set up. Just two more recordings, I promise. Then we’ll nap,” Arin decreed, walking over to retrieve the controller.

Danny watched him, adoration burning in his chest for this man. 

He never thought it was possible to feel so much devotion to another person, but if this is what it was like to take care of someone you loved, then it was the best feeling in the world.

“Come Back With Me.”-(Negan)

Originally posted by onlylostmemoriesx

Characters- Rick, Michonne, Rosita, Negan and (Y/N)

Warnings- None?

Pairing- Negan x Reader

Word Count: 1397

Summary- You meet the mysterious Negan for the first time, however things quickly spiral in a different direction.

I wasn’t there when my people attacked the Saviour’s outposts. I wasn’t there when the group got ambushed by the Saviours. I wasn’t there when the first exchange happened between the communities. I wasn’t there because I was caring for the children of the community. I was caring for my own girl.

But I was there when the man Rick calls ‘Negan’ appeared early for his weekly collection. And so was my child. 

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You are my best friend;
You make me want to write poetry about everything beautiful,
But also everything dark and devoid of what most call ‘beautiful’
You don’t only make me want to write about sunshine and flowers;
You touch even the darkest part of my soul
You are my confidante, my inspiration, my motivation.
I can rant to you about shitty coffee
And two seconds later be ranting about how heavy my heart feels-
How hopeless a person I can be,
How desperately dark things seem.
I can kiss you on the forehead, tell you you’re beautiful,
Then instantly joke about breaking up till one of us caves.
I can be completely raw with you;
Touch my jagged skin darling
And if you cut yourself on my sharp edges
I’ll kiss you,
But I won’t tell you this will be easy
I’ll tell you it will be worth it.
You are my best friend
When you look at me,
I can feel you starting at my soul
Not who I am on the outside
I can send you my ugliest pictures
And we can laugh for hours about how disgusting I can make myself in .01 seconds.
I love that;
I’m never scared to be myself with you.
I won’t hide pieces of me,
I’ll hand them to you,
I’ll even wrap the horrible parts of me up in majestic wrapping paper as a joke;
I’ll give you the good parts and the bad-
I just want to experience everything with you.
When you miss somebody the way I miss you,
It’s not that bullshit type of romance;
It’s missing my best friend
Waking up every day feeling like you’re away from the one person who gets you,
You get me
Through the dinosaur noises, the earth worm faces, the no makeup, my lazy days, the tears, and everything else that I’d be scared to show you;
If you were only my girl
But you’re so much more than that
I miss you every day because you’re my best friend
Not because you’re beautiful (which you are)
Not because I crave you physically (which I do)
Not because I want to take you on dates and be cute (which I love)
But I miss you endlessly because you’re my favorite person to laugh with,
You’re my favorite person to have meaningless small talk with
You tell me bad jokes, and I tell you worse ones
You say you hate me, well I hate you more.
That’s what I call a best friend,
And somehow I’m also lucky enough to call you my girlfriend.
—  Every day life with you is so damn easy

daredevil memefour characters [4/4]  —  Frank Castle

“Look, I might generally be considered out of my skull, so this might not mean much, but that’s got to be the craziest most batshit thing I’ve ever heard in my life. People that can hurt you – the ones that can really hurt you – are the ones who are close enough to do it. People that get inside you and and and… tear you apart and make you feel like you’re never gonna recover. Shit! I – I – I would chop my arm off, right here in this restaurant, just to feel that one more time for my wife. My old lady, she didn’t just break my heart, she…she’d rip it out, she’d tear it apart, she’d step on that shit – feed it to the dog. I mean, she was ruthless, she brought the pain! But, she’ll never hurt me again…you see, I’ll never feel that. You sit here and you’re all confused about this thing, but you have it! You have everything…so hold onto it. Use two hands and never let go. You got it?”

leamori  asked:

Are you still taking requests for your Natsume Yuujinchou stories/fics? : Ok ok so how about, Natsume and his friends go to a city close to the town and suddenly Natsume meets one of the people that took (horribly) care of him and he reeks of alcohol and suddenly starts a fuss with Natsume and Natsume gets scared that his friends will get hurt but everyone starts to protect this angel or smth while my boi is scared stiff and- OH MY GOD MY HEART-


They’re leaving the karaoke bar as a group, headed further into the city instead of back towards the station, because Nishimura has his heart set on oden, and there’s a stall just a few blocks away that was put there by either an angel or a god or a mortal saint, even – totally worth the trip, they had to trust him on this one. His friends roll their eyes and share commiserating looks, but Natsume is smiling indulgently at him, and Tanuma and Taki would follow Natsume off the edge of the planet if he expressed a mild interest in going that way, and that gives Nishimura the majority vote right off the bat.

He smirks victoriously at Kitamoto the rest of the way there, and only almost trips twice.

The stall is set up along the riverside railing in a relatively quiet area, and the smell hits them even before the lights come into view through the thin crowd. “Oh, you were right,” Taki says, her bright grin doing something complicated and fizzy to Nishimura’s heart. “It smells amazing.

A man ducks the curtain, stepping out of the stall – his steps are a little wobbly, and he smells strongly of alcohol. Nishimura wrinkles his nose and moves around him, hearing his friends follow suit, and smiles at the familiar old man behind the counter.

He opens his mouth around a greeting, but Tanuma says “Natsume?” behind him in a way that makes the world stop.

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Short thoughts on Netflix's 13 Reasons Why....

You know you’ve found an incredible, moving, powerful, honest, game changing, real… unique… show when you stay up until 6:30 in the morning watching the entire first season the day it’s released. Beware: Spoilers ahead. I’ve now watched it twice, and I just have to say… #JUSTICEFORJEFF I did not see that coming. Everything about tape 10 broke my heart. Also, no one is talking about Clay finding Jeff. He lost his friend and the girl he loved in the time span of two weeks. This poor kid can’t catch a break. Plus, the scene with Jeff’s parents crushed me. Fuck, why did such an awesome kid have to die…. not okay.

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I would like to know why the 6ft tall manly, genius rapper Kim Namjoon was made with two of the most angelic dimples on the planet. You know how they say dimples are where you were touched by an angel? The angel must have fucking stabbed boy joon with how deep them dimps are.

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that cute little thing he does where he talks seriously and then breaks out into a smile??? the purest thing on earth

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he aint even smiling and he tryna drown me in that dimple boy tf

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my handsome joonie !!!!!! so !!! handsome !!! models are shook!!!

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this is the most beautiful thing on earth his gorgeous thick lips and eyes and everything about him stops my heart with love

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the softest boy

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this concludes day 2 appreciation. i wanted to do something soft and happy today because namjoon is a soft happy boy. 

day 1 

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It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve seen Jay or anyone from AOMG for that matter. Three weeks to be exact. I’ve been distancing myself from them all. If you’re with one, another appears out of nowhere. I can’t risk it. I decided to leave Korea soon. It’s better for me. I really can’t stay here if I’m getting nothing but trouble. It’s my home, yes. But I’m scared for Seulgi. She wants to stay but I know what happens to mixed race children here in Korea. I was one of them. I basically grew up here. Both physically and mentally. But more mentally. They get bullied. I was used to get pushed around. I owned up to it, fought a few girls and boys here and there. But I don’t want her to be like me. I want her to have a good life. I don’t want her bullied because of her darker skin color. I don’t want her coming home crying or coming home expelled because of a fight. She deserves so much more. 

I was currently in Soyoung’s apartment, playing with Seulgi. She brought out a few dolls for us to play with. “Aren’t they beautiful?” I asked. “They’re okay. But they don’t look as beautiful as mommy.” She said. I could only smile at her. She smiled back at me. I heard a knock at the door. I got up and walked over to the front door. I opened it without thinking. I was greeting by an unwanted guest. Sunghwa. “Can we talk?” I shouldn’t have opened the door so wide. He could clearly see Seulgi behind me. “Who’s the kid?” I grabbed his wrist and shut the door behind me. “She’s m-my, my niece. Her dad is my brother Byungho.” I lied. When I lie there are two reactions from my body. My hands either start shaking like crazy or a slightly twitch. This time it was the twitch. Only a few people can spot my lies. Of course Sunghwa was not one of them. He just wasn’t. “You never told me about your niece. Can I meet her?” “Aniya! You need to leave! Soyoung doesn’t like people in her apartment without her permission.” I explained. “Why do you keep pushing me away?!” “Why do you have fucking love me?! Do you know how hard life is for me right now? Ever since the fucking accident! I got hit with a car running after you, Sunghwa! You! Not Jay! You! I care about you! Hell, I am even love you! But I can’t be with you. I can’t be with Jay. I don’t need nor want a man right now. Stop making life so hard and back-” Interrupting me, he smashed his lips on mine. I couldn’t pull away because deep down inside of me, I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him. It was everything I imagined. His soft lips against mine felt like heaven. I kissed back for a few seconds then pulled away. “I can’t.” I said. 

-Jay’s POV-

I needed to see her. She’s been avoiding me. I pulled up to Soyoung’s apartment, I guess she lives here now. I let the window down. I saw her and Sunghwa? Kissing?!?! I turned my car off, jumped out of it and rushed over to them. She could see me coming. She almost immediately jumped in front of him. “Why the hell are you protecting him?! Move Y/N!” “No! I’m not letting you hurt your friend of me, Jay! Stop this! You two are like brothers!” She shouted. “No brother of mine would kiss the woman I love the most!” I screamed. I tried to push her out of the way but she hugged me tightly, not once loosening her grip. “Please don’t hurt him Jay! Please! I’m begging you! Please don’t do it!” She said her voice breaking. Is she crying? I wrapped my arms around her. She was so soft. I missed this feeling of hugging her. But she was hugging me for the wrong reason. I can feel her tears drenching my shirt. Sunghwa looked at Y/N before rushing off somewhere. I couldn’t focus on him right now. “I’m sorry for everything. Eight years. Eight years.” She said in my chest. Eight years? What the hell does that mean? 

After her little meltdown she headed back inside and I left. It was for the best. I went home. I couldn’t even come into work. Eight years? Eight years? Those two words stuck in my head. She left Korea nine years ago. Not eight. Did something happen eight years ago when I wasn’t there for her? Why did she say it twice? And why was she sobbing over that phrase? I know Soyoung and Steph won’t really help. Maybe, just maybe Steph’s, little cousin knows. What was that sweet little girl’s name? Seulgi? Yeah that’s it!   I made my way to Stephanie’s apartment. She was outside with a friend of hers. I hid behind a railing around the corner of her apartment. “I just want her to tell him, you know?” “You can’t force her to tell him about the kid. Maybe one day she’ll admit it to him. She shouldn’t tell him. He’s not ready to be a father yet. I can clearly tell.” Her friend said. Who the hell are they talking about? Her friend got into her car and drove off. I walked over to her. She slightly jumped at the slight of me. “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to talk to you about Y/N.” She sighed and mumbled a few curse words. She opened the door to her apartment. “Come in.” I walked in and sat on the sofa. There was something off. “What is it? Why’d you come here when you know my sister’s at-” “Is she in love with Sunghwa?” I interrupted her question with my own. She sighed and looked away. “She doesn’t love anyone.” She answered. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just jealous of every man in a 10 meter radius of her.” 

I looked over across the room and saw a family picture on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I grabbed it and smiled. It was a cute little picture of Seulgi and…Y/N? Y/N was hugging Seulgi. Oh yeah. That’s her niece so it’s not really weird. But she looked like a mother in this picture. I don’t know why. She was holding her so tight. I saw little writing on the bottom. It looked like a children’s writing. “My Mommy” Mommy? This is some joke, right? 

-Stephanie’s POV-

“My Mommy” I heard him mumble looking at Seulgi’s picture. I snapped it and hid it. “Why does that picture say my mommy?” He asked. “That’s none of your business. Let it go!” I shouted at him. He looked like he realized everything. “Seulgi. She’s not your niece is she? Y/N is her mother, isn’t she?” He asked with pleading eyes. I felt bad for him. “Tell me the truth. Is Seulgi her daughter?”

-Y/N’s POV-

Seulgi wanted to go to the park so I took her to the nearest park. We were walking through the park. Well I was walking, she was skipping. “Mommy?” “Yes, Seulgi?” “Can you tell me about when you lived in Korea?” She asked. I sighed and looked up into the sky. “When I lived in Korea. Honestly the best time of my life. People cared about me. I always thought it would be hard because wasn’t like the other kids. But it wasn’t. They actually liked me.” “That’s not what I wanted to know. Tell me about Dad.”

“Your father was the world to me and I loved him with all my heart. I met him in my first few months of Korea. He was my everything.” “Then why did you two break up?” She asked. A tear fell from my eye remembering what happened. “…Please don’t leave. I love you too much…..Then tell me why you’re leaving and I’ll let you go, only if you agree to come back….I can’t live with you Y/N…..I’ll do whatever it takes-” (Shout out to the people who know where these lines come from. Hint: Chapter 6)

I could hear his voice in my head as if it was happening for a second time. “It’s complicated sweetheart. Maybe in the future I’ll explain. But now go have fun. The playground is over there.” I said trying to change the subject. She rushed over to playground and the other kids welcomed her with open arms. I sighed and sat on the bench. I watched the children play with Seulgi as if she was just like them. It warmed my heart. “Y/N?” I heard a voice. I looked to my right and saw Stephanie’s friend and co worker, Yumi. She walked over and sat next to me. “You look a little down. You okay?” She asked. “Yeah I’m fine.” “I had a talk with your sister early about Seulgi’s father and-” “I’m gonna tell him.” I interrupted her. “What?” “I’m gonna tell him about her. He deserves to know about her.” I said. She didn’t say anything. She just sat there in silence. I looked down at my phone. 

Here’s the next chapter since a lot of people were asking about it. We hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading. Sorry for any mistakes. Admin Kai and Admin June. 

Originally posted by oncw

I. We’re fifteen and you’re holding me tighter than anyone ever has. My world seems to be falling apart, but you seem to be the only one that can keep me together.

II. We’re sixteen and you’re whispering sweet nothings in her ear. And it’s not anyone, it’s my other best friend. I don’t know why, but I hate it. You both asked if it was okay and of course I said yes because what else would I say? You catch my gaze from across the room. You can read me like a book and see something off, but instead you send me back a smile.

It’s been four months and you guys were over before you started. I’m with him and you hate him. He’s sweet and funny and cute and a good distraction from whatever is missing.

III. We’re seventeen and we’re as normal as ever. Maybe too normal. We kissed, but nothing happened. I pretty much told you how I felt, but nothing happened.

It’s been six months and you have her. You say you’re not together, but I see the way you talk so closely so no one hears and the way you sneak off together when you think no ones looking. I don’t know why you won’t tell me because I’m happy for you.

IV. We’re eighteen and haven’t held an actual conversation in three months. You’re busy with this and I’m busy with that. We walk past each other without a single glance. My heart breaks everyday we don’t talk. I miss my best friend.

It’s been two months and you’re standing in front of me telling me everything that’s gone through your head since we’ve last talked. It’s nothing I would’ve expected and makes me feel almost guilty for being mad at you. You keep apologizing and telling me you don’t deserve me, but we both know that’s not true. I take your hand and take you back downstairs and keep dancing.

It’s been two weeks and we’re back to normal. We keep avoiding the conversation about me going to school in a few weeks and you staying here. You know it’s going to happen because your gazes are longer and your touches linger.

V. We’re nineteen and we manage to be more mature and immature than ever. We’re sitting on the roof just outside my window telling each other all the things that’s happened, which isn’t much because we pretty much covered all of it when it happened. The feeling of content and safety come back to me within minutes of holding your hand.

It’s been three months and I’m back at home with you. That feeling is coming back, but every time I open my eyes you’re there and I’m not as scared as I used to be.

—  We’ll see when we’re twenty 

Look, I might generally be considered out of my skull, so this might not mean much, but this could be the craziest, most batshit thing I’ve ever heard in my life. People that can hurt you, the ones that can really hurt you, are the ones that are close enough to do it. People that get inside you and… and… and tear you apart, and make you feel like you’re never gonna recover. shit. I’d… I… I would chop my arm off right here, in this restaurant, just to feel that one more time for my wife. My old lady, she didn’t just break my heart. She… She’d rip it out, she’d tear it apart, she’d step on that shit, feed it to a dog. I mean, she was ruthless. She brought the pain. But she’ll never hurt me again. You see, I’ll never feel that. You sit here and you’re all confused about this thing, but you have it. You have everything. So, hold on to it. Use two hands and never let go. You got it? 

(2.11  “.380″ - Frank Castle)

Ashes (Feat. BTS)
Im Jeong Hee
Ashes (Feat. BTS)

songs featuring predebut bts 1 2

namjoon’s verse: “I can’t believe it. Your confession that tells us we are over. We were doing well, why do you come now and ask to break up? Thinking about you who has left me, I break down by myself. The dominoes of my built up heart fall down. Am I standing or am I floating? I still can’t distinguish between the two, is everything at a stand-still? Everything is still the same, it’s only us two who has changed. Like we weren’t even there from the beginning, it’s becoming quiet.“

reasons to go for jumin’s route! (deep route!)

  • his calls are mostly about how he misses you!!
  • he just wants you to stay by his side
  • he thinks you’re cute when you’re on your phone!!
  • wants to shower you with so much love and affection!
  • things get a little r18 sometimes bUT YES PLS *screams*
  • he calls you “my love”, “my princess”, and “my angel.”
  • is jealous when you talk to someone else in the chatroom *idk man that is cute*
  • according to him, if you were a cat, he would have brought you home immediately
  • is worried that you won’t eat proper meals just because he isn’t there with you
  • he loves Elizabeth 3rd as much as he loves you!!
  • he can’t imagine a life without you *CRIES*
  • was actually dying to kiss you the first time he saw you (AAAAAaaaAAaahH)
Completely Distracted Thoughts about 408 because I met reblogginhood last night and that’s all I can think about because I love her a creepy amount

First things first: @reblogginhood is just as lovely as you can imagine she is the greatest it was SO FUN to watch this show with her.

Bellamy watching the funeral all by himself was :( :( :( but Jaha being all “Niylah you just said something vaguely cult-y AND I AM INTRIGUED” was so on brand it made me giggle.  Also that backpack is ENORMOUS and it made Bellamy look like a very grumpy kindergartener waiting for the bus.

You know what else made me giggle?  JASPER TRICKING BELLAMY INTO GOING ON A WEED RUN WITH HIM.  Everyone was so on brand this episode I loved it.

I did not, however, expect Emori’s lie to come out so quickly?  But I loved that it did, and it was chilling how everyone was just like “now you’re a test subject because you were a shady motherfucker even though every single one of us in this lab has been a shady motherfucker on at least three occasions” and it reminded me a lot of the delinquents in s1 and GODDAMN Richard brought his A game when Murphy yelled at Clarke about it.  There was so much history between the two of them– good and bad– that everything landed like a gutpunch.

Snaps to Luna and Raven for being this episode’s attempt at a moral conscience, and snaps to Roan for being all *awkward head pat* in his attempt to cheer Clarke up.  Eliza really excels at conveying “I don’t particularly like you but I trust and respect you” and Zach is really good at “god I hate feelings but here we go” so needless to say, I loved that entire debate and discussion.  It was tense and honest and really well done.

Harper is breaking my heart and so is Monty, because more than ever Monty is carrying so much on his own.  He lost Jasper already and now Harper is slipping away from him and still he throws himself into a dangerous road trip with Arkadia’s Two Dads because he hasn’t given up and can someone please give Monty a hug and let him take a two hour nap.

Arkadia’s Next Top Dad road trip needed 400% more Indra (everything needs 400% more Indra; take notes, show) and I really like that Polis has devolved into full on urban warfare with different clans taking different neighborhoods.  I would have liked a little more explanation as to why Indra went from “using guns is forbidden and I will only do so reluctantly” to “lol gimme all the guns you got” but it gave us Indra mowing down like a dozen dudes at once so I’ll allow it.  I am forever side eyeing the worldbuilding that goes into the Grounder religion, but it gave us a great WHAT’S IN THE HATCH moment and as I spent like, 20 minutes last night summarizing random LOST episodes for @reblogginhood because I just really like talking about LOST that delighted me.  Also, Monty saved everyone because Monty is the most important person on this show.

Clarke testing herself with the nightblood was the solution we all saw coming, but I did NOT see Abby’s freakout coming and while it was in character, it was still really frustrating.  Also, writers, I am begging you: plz do not make Clarke the commander.  I know you think it will make certain segments of fandom happy but it won’t, you’ve lost them forever, and it’s problematic for about 500 different reasons and just…no, please, no.  (I will hold out hope that this is another *easy* solution to their problems that gets ripped away soon for one reason or another, but god, I just..Do Not Want.)

Lastly, Bellamy’s conversation with Jasper was really well done, and I am LIVING for the s1 callbacks.  Jasper’s place in Bellamy’s heart is really unique, and I like that he was able to get through to him about beating himself up.  And then to turn it around into one last whatever the hell we want moment, complete with Not Clarke (the hair and makeup trailer is clearly #teambellarke) made me grin like a madwoman.  Bellamy’s rock bottom mirroring his s1 self (which was a different kind of rock bottom) gives him some really interesting room for growth in the next few episodes and I am fucking here for it.

Next up: I spend the next three weeks writing ficlets where Clarke walks in on Bellamy and Not Clarke and then gets real awkward.

The ex, the fight and the unexpected ending

Numbers request for anon for Seb (angst with fluff) - 27 “Oh, fuck off!” Y/N = your name.

Language and angst but fluff at the end. Feedback is always welcome and if you have a one shot request, storyline/character/real person or numbers request then please read here and feel free to get in touch with me anytime. Thanks for the request and enjoy! Sebastian Stan x reader. My masterlist is here.

“Ok I’m off.”

“Of course you are!” You shout back at your pig headed boyfriend.

“I told you I was going out tonight so I don’t know why your so upset.”

You turn to face Seb when you hear his footsteps stop at the living room door. “Well if you don’t know why I’m upset then clearly your dumber than I thought. Just get out Seb.”

“Fine! Be like that.” He replies, slamming the living room door.

You breath a sigh of relief when he leaves. You weren’t in the mood for an argument right now, all you wanted to do was sleep.

You took out your anger on the pillow that was sitting beside you on the sofa. Punching it with everything you have before ripping it apart with a knife. A very sharp knife.

Stepping into the bedroom you spot a letter on the bed. Opening the seal your heart sinks.

An hour later you hear the key in the door, sitting up in bed you grip the letter tightly. You see Seb walk into the bedroom with a large smile on his face.

“What is this Seb?” You whisper, holding the letter up.

You watch his face drop and his hand run through his hair. “I was going to show you it later.”

“Is later after you go out for dinner with your ex or when my parents divorce comes through?”

“Darling please..”

“Don’t darling me!” You shout, throwing the crumpled up letter at him and nudging your way past him. “You know what why don’t you just go back to your ex.”

“Maybe I will. At least she actually showed her true feelings to people!” You hear him say as you feel tears well up in your eyes. “I-I didn’t mean that..”

“Oh, fuck off!”


“I told you to stop calling me that!” You shout, turning to face him. You can see the tears in his eyes and it almost breaks your heart. Almost.

“What’s this really about?”

“It’s everything Seb! It’s you being away for months on end, me only getting to visit once every two weeks and even at that we still hardly get to be together. It’s you going out for dinner with your ex.. like who does that then not telling me about my parents getting divorced. A letter, a simple letter from them and you couldn’t even give me that so yes Seb, it’s everything!”

You watch him take a step back as if your words have just sunk in. “W-Well what do you want to do about it?”

“It’s not just my decision Seb. We are meant to be a couple so we do things together.” You reply, your heart beating wildly in your chest at your own heartbreak.

“Maybe we should take a break. Give ourselves some breathing space.” He suggests and you can hear the weakness of his voice as he tries to hold back the tears. “I’ll stay with Chris tonight.”

“Good idea. I’ll get out of your way so you can get what you need.”

You watch him shuffle around looking for various items and all you can do is cry. You don’t want him to go, you don’t want to just give up because things have gotten a little hard. Maybe if you say something, anything then he will stay and you can go back to when it was all so simple. When you both could walk down a street without paparazzi following Seb. When he was able to be around more rather than working all the time and especially when you actually talked about things and didn’t just sweep it under the carpet.

“From the ashes we will rise.” You hear him whisper before the apartment door closes and your left with your own thoughts again. He knew you loved that line from The 100. He knew everything about you.

Two days passed and Seb did what he said he would do. He didn’t contact you and for the first time in a long time you didn’t feel so suffocated with everything in life. The only problem was that you now felt like you were missing half your body.

Taking a seat in your local cafe you pull out your tablet and start reading the book you just bought. Your about to leave when you hear someone cough beside your table.

“Can I take a seat?” You hear the all too familiar voice say and before you can answer you meet the blue eyes of Chris.

“What do you want?”

“Seb said you might be here and I wanted to have a word.” He says, looking down at his takeaway cup before meeting your eyes again.

You sigh. “Did he send you?”

“No. No. I came because I’m worried about him.”

“What’s wrong?” You say, moving closer to him.

“He hasn’t slept in two days y/n and he’s barely ate. I know something has happened between you two but he’s really miserable.” You watch as his face drops. “He was meant to be filming yesterday and I couldn’t even get him out of the house. He just kept going on about how he’s failing you and that you deserve better. I think he’ll get a bad reputation if he keeps this up.”

You shake your head and stand up, Chris following close behind. “What do you want me to do? He was the one suggested the break.”

“I don’t think he really wanted it.. as I know you didn’t.” You hear him say and you narrow your eyes at him. “I can see the red rims around your eyes plus the shorter nails on your right hand where you have been picking them. Seb said you do that when your nervous or upset.”

“Oh yes because Seb is so good at reading other people!”

“Please just speak to him..”

You think about it. You didn’t want to go on a break. God you wild have talked to him the moment he came through the door but your anger was getting the better of you then. “He has five minutes.”

Arriving at Chris’ apartment was easy. He only lived a few minutes away and he had the car with him. You step into the living room and spot Seb sleeping in the corner. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

“But he’s aslee-”

Before you can finish the sentence Chris is already closing the living room door and Seb is beginning to stir. You watch as his steel blue eyes open and lock on yours immediately. “Hi.”

“Hey. Chris said to come.” You say, taking a seat on the opposite sofa to him. You take in his dishevelled figure. Red rimmed eyes, tousled hair and baggy clothes is all that’s left of him now. “How have you been?”

He laughs and oh how you’ve missed that sound. “As you can see.. not very well.”

“Yea of course.” You reply, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity. “Chris said-”

“Don’t listen to Chris. He thinks he knows us both like the back of his hand.. and even that’s debatable.”

“I think he was trying to help.”

“Well he has his own problems. Him and Jenny split again.”

You sigh. “Must run in the friendship group.”

“It must do.” You both laugh when he smiles. “I was actually going to come and see you today.”


You see him reach into his pocket and pull out a small box. “I was going to do this somewhere nicer obviously but I guess this will do for now.”


He kneels in front of you and opens the box causing your heart to stop. Inside lies a small silver ring. A large diamond in the middle and smaller diamonds surrounding it. Two gold bands intertwine and wrap around each other, making the ring circle complete. “I love you. Let’s start with that. I also want to spend the rest of my life with you y/n. I went to see my ex because do you remember me telling you that she also owns a jewellery shop?” You nod as a smile spreads across your face. “Well she had this specially made for you. I wanted it to be special.. just like you. I’ll ask you now but I can always ask you in a nicer place later so y/n will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“Oh my god yes!”

too much (pt 2)  ♡ ethan

requested: yes!

anon: Do a part 2 on the Ethan break up!!

anon: Part2!!!!!!! I want a happy ending bro


(there were more but these were the ones I got in my inbox haha. thanks to everyone who requested!!)

word count: 1147

It was a really gloomy day today. It was raining and you could hear it from inside your room as you lay on the bed and stare up at your ceiling, just thinking. Particularly about Ethan.

You felt lonely, almost empty without him. You guessed that the reason you were thinking and crying about him so much was because you two had been together for a pretty long time, but you never expected that it would hit you as hard as it did.

It had only been two days without him and you were already sad, and everyone could tell the difference in your attitude.

Your parents would occasionally go into your room to check on you because you’d be in there for so long, and each time they came in you were in the same position, staring at the same spot on the ceiling. You’d just wave them off and tell them you were fine, but really you weren’t.

You were the one to leave him, which is why you were so confused. You thought that space would solve the problem for you, that it would help you calm down and regain your energy but all you could see when you closed your eyes was the image of Ethan crying, begging you to stay with him.

You felt horrible. You wanted to be with Ethan so bad, you wanted to march right into his house and jump on him to give him a million kisses but you were too stubborn to be the one to say sorry.

You missed Ethan terribly and everyone, including your best friend and your mom, tried to convince you to just go to him and tell him how you were feeling but you just couldn’t. You were feeling weak and vulnerable and you did not want to leave the spot on your bed.

“Y/N,” You hear your mother knock on the door lightly and you mentally roll your eyes, continuing to stare at the ceiling. Everyone was treating you like a fragile piece of glass that would shatter with the slightest movement or sound. You hated that feeling, but in some way it was true. One wrong move or word and you would break down crying. Almost everything reminded you of Ethan, “Me and your father are going out to eat, would you like to join us?” She asks hesitantly and you think for a moment,

“No,” You croak and she sighs,

“I’ll see you when I get back then.” She gives up and shuts the door. You hear her go down the stairs and then the front door open and shut. That meant you were all alone in the house now.

ding dong,

The annoying sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house and you almost scream for no reason. Any little thing could make you angry, and that made you even more angry.

The sound continued every minute or so, when suddenly your phone begins to buzz beside you and you groan at the object interrupting your thinking. You grab it quickly and answer it, sniffling a little, “Hello?” You say into the phone.

“Y/N,” Your heart stops as the person on the phone said your name, it was Ethan, “Let me in, Y/N.” He sighs and you shoot up from your position, Hanging up the phone.

You get up without hesitation and look in your mirror. You looked terrible, but you could care less. Right there, you decided you were going to say sorry, it didn’t matter if it made you seem weak. At least you wouldn’t feel the way you were feeling now, and you would have your boyfriend back.

You walk down the stairs slowly, taking deep breaths to prepare yourself to see his beautifully sculpted face again finally.

When you get down, you fling open the door to reveal a tear-stained face Ethan. You wanted nothing more than to reach your hand out and soothe out the lines in his face that formed his frown and wipe away his tears, but you knew you couldn’t do that just yet.

“Y/N, I can’t do this anymore, I nee-” You cut him off quickly,

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out and his looks at you with wide eyes. Ethan knew better than anyone else that you resented saying sorry, “It’s my fault. I left. I shouldn’t have, I miss you. Everything about you. I’m sorry.” You say again, feeling relieved that you said it but knowing full well it would not be that easy.

“You did leave.” He looks down at his feet and you finally notice the rain pouring down behind him, and how he was soaking wet, “You left and I was broken.” He admits and your heart breaks a little, He looks up and suddenly his eyes were filled with two emotions, sadness and anger.

“Ethan,” You try to explain but he cuts you off, and you knew this would turn into yet another fight.

“No, you left.” He repeats to himself, “And I should be so mad at you for that! I asked you to stay but you left.” He says, more to himself than to you, “But what’s bad is that i’m not mad at you, I’m not mad at all at you, that’s how whipped I am.” He laughs humorlessly.

His eyes move up to yours and you make eye contact, silence filling the room for a moment.

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration and turns around unexpectedly, walking away from you into the rain.

You refused to let him go so you jog after him, getting yourself soaked in the rain. You grab his wrist and pull him to a stop.

“I’m sorry.” You yell and Ethan groans,

“God, I can’t do this anymore.” He mumbles and pulls your body closer to his, pressing his lips to your roughly. You could both feel the desperation in the kiss, and you felt better immediately. You feel him sigh into the kiss and you found yourself never wanting it to end. The rain was coming down harshly and you both were drenched, and then you realized you needed air.

“Let’s never fight again,” You say breathlessly as you press your forehead against his,

“Never again.” He agrees and you laugh, your lips colliding with his once again.

a/n – LOL the kiss in the rain omg i was in the shower when I thought of this im so clever (not really) but sorry if this was trash. I kinda like it tho. hope you guys liked thiiss!!! oh and whoops another trash ending hahahaha

[Fanfiction] Thank You

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon - Slightly Canon Divergence: Do Bong Soon x Ahn Min Hyuk

In this universe, Bong Soon doesn’t work at Ainsoft as game developer because I want to keep their cute relationship free of unprofessional boss-employee trope. And there is no crazy murder kidnapping sub-plot either. Just pure fluffy stuff.

Taking off the watch, Ahn Min Hyuk signs. He debates the idea of working out a sweat and then sleep like a log but decides to hold back until he completes the regression testing of the latest game. The last batch of added new features are going well but he wants to make sure that the established features don’t catch any bug as well.

They are only a week away from the launch of a new game and everyone is in frenzy. He made sure that the cafeteria is open 24/7 and convert two other board rooms into secured napping areas for female employees apart from the usual sleeping corner. But all the catering efforts can’t erase a harsh truth of the gaming industry: his staffs are slowly becoming walking cross-bred between panda and zombie.

So he told everyone to go home today and leave a small team who has not pulled all-nighter stay behind for emergency calls.

He also needs a break from all the office buzz.

Flipping out the cellphone, he is about to set alarm clock for 10:15pm, hoping to catch a short nap before seeing a new message from Bong Soon. His heart swelled at the flashing bright yellow icon but soon flops at the two-sentence message:

“I will stay with grandma for two more nights. I will call you when I get back.”

“Is everything alright? Should I come and pick you up?”

“I know it’s summer but keep warm, don’t sleep in your sleeve-less shirt”

“Send grandma my hello. I will come visit her next week”

Sleep tight Bong Bong!

<3 <3 <3

Looking at the three fluttering heart icons, Min Hyuk lets out another sign. He misses her, really really misses her. He wants to hear her calling him Minmin, wants to see her, hug her and kiss her. But seeing how the messages are unread, she probably deserts the phone somewhere. And he doesn’t want to interrupt her quality time with grandma either. She only gets to see her a few times a year. Not to mention, grandma is sick. Bong Soon could be sick too. And he feels anxious about the possibility.

Tossing the phone on the nearby table, he goes for a shower, hoping to get rid of the murky feeling.

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Me after 2x21

´´My Boyfriend and my BEST friend´´

´´All that I can think about is, that two people I LOVE are trapped on that ship´´

´´… and if we destroy it, they get destroyed too, and that would BREAK my HEART.´´

´´It’s not about what you do, it’s about who you LOVE.´´

´´And there are two people, that you LOVE trapped on an evil space-ship…´´

´´Wanting to rescue them is not selfish… It’s EVERYTHING.´´

´´I can see why Kara LOVES you.´´

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You’re His, What? (Chanyeol)

“Yes, Oppa.” I replied to Jongin over the phone.

“Have to go, one of the members are talking about his girlfriend. We might be getting to meet her. I want to introduce you to them too, maybe some other time. See you! Tell my babies I miss them!” he exclaimed before the line dropped. I shook my head at the phone before turning to his three ‘babies’ playing in the corner. Monggu, Janggu and Janggah.

“Hey, your daddy said he misses you.” I said, they barked at me, Janggu strutting over to place a chewy toy in front of me. My phone rang again. Chanyeol.

“Jagi!” he called.

“Yes?” I answered, petting the dogs as they came over.

“I have great news! The members want to meet you!” he said.

“Really? I don’t know. What if they don’t like me?” I asked. The door opened and Chanyeol walked in, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Why would you think that? I think they’d love you! Well, not more than me, obviously.” he said. Even though he saw me physically sitting on the couch, he’s still speaking to me over the phone, smiling playfully at the real me. I laughed and hung up as he took off his shoes.

“I’m not sure. When do they want to see me?”

“Later today. I’ll drive.” he answered. My eyes widened.

“What?! Today? So soon?” I was getting worried. I don’t even know who his members are.

“It’ll be fine, please? For me?” he started using his pouty face. His arms swung around me, holding me tight while sitting on the couch.

“I’ll let go when you agree to go.” he said in the crook of my neck.

“Chanyeol…” I breathed.

“Say it.” he said, his breath tickling my neck. My giggling caused me to break.

“Okay okay! Stop that it tickles!” I started writhe in his arms. He realized what he was doing and started to breathe heavily on my neck just because he’s an ass. My giggling transformed into laughter as I tried to push him away.

“Okay! I’LL GO, I’LL GO! Chanyeol, stop it!” I cried, running out of breath. He stopped and started laughing as well.

Later that day, my nervous level rose. I was waiting for Chanyeol to get ready before we head over to the dorm. Walking back and forth, I kept thinking about what they might say, what should I say?

“Calm down, baby. Nothing’s going to go wrong. They’re going to love you. Just be yourself, I’ll be with you the whole time.” Chanyeol came down, hugging me from behind to assure me before we left the apartment.

Once we reached the door, he talked on the intercom thing on the wall.

“Who is it?” a voice asks from the intercom.

“It’s be, doofus. Baek can you open the door?” Chanyeol replied.

“Oh! Are you with your girl?” this 'Baek’ asks again.

“Yes! She’s nervous right now. Open the door.” Chanyeol repeated.

“GUYS! CHANYEOL AND HIS GIRLFRIEND ARRIVED! GATHER AROUND! Ill open it in a few seconds.” Baek screamed. I gripped onto Chanyeol’s hand tighter.

“Don’t worry. They’re great. Yeah some of them are loud but you put up with me don’t you? They’re friendly, don’t be scared.” he gave a reassuring grip to my hand before the door opened. Chanyeol took me into their dorm and I looked around.

My eyes landed on someone familiar before they widened in shock.

“YOU?!” we both pointed at each other. It was none other than my brother, Jongin.

“You’re the 'girlfriend’ hyung was talking about?!” he exclaimed, walking us up to us.

“You two…know each other?” Chanyeol asked, confused.

“Hyung! She’s my sister!” Jongin exclaimed.

“Wait…You’re the 'sister’ he wanted us to meet?!” Chanyeo suddenly yelled too. I was suddenly less nervous.

“It’s a small world after all.” a voice familiar to Baek’s said.

“No wonder you two look like. Aya!” Chanyeol held his head, confused from everything that’s going on.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone? More of it, Chanyeol!” Jongin questioned.

“I thought if I told you, you’d scare him, so I didn’t. Why didn’t you tell me about Chanyeol being in your group?” it was now my turn to ask him.

“I didn’t think you’d actually know him! Besides, I was going to introduce you.” he answered. The two of us frowned.

“Hyung, please treat her well. She’s my baby sister, I don’t know what I’d do if you break her heart.” Jongin said to Chanyeol.

“I’ll treat her like a queen, Kai-ya.” Chanyeol nodded. Kai accepted the relationship, although he looked a bit troubled.

“So you’re the Kai he told me about.” I realized.

“Yeah, more important question. Why didn’t you bring my babies?” he asked, crossing his arms. I grinned because I knew he was joking around. For the next hours, everyone spent the time to get to know me and honestly, I wish I could hang out with them everyday.


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ofwolves-andstars  asked:

Hi! Im pretty sure you have this in your faq page but I can't access it from my phone :/ i was just wondering if you have problem with people reposting your art with full credit? Or you dont want it being reposted at all? (I mean in places like instagram). Sorry if it's already kn your faq😬 also everything you do is beautiful!

Nevermind that other ask about reposting, I know the answer now! I just want to say that your Remus is the softest thing I have ever seen and literally makes my heart feel warm and fuzzy every time I see him <3

The links in the description are always breaking, ugh :/ I fixed them yesterday (you can access my FAQ from your phone now :)) but it was late and I was too tired to answer your question. But I think I should answer anyway.

If you post one or two of my drawings with full credit, asking me first and sending me the link to your page, then I’d most likely say go ahead. But when I get anonymous messages asking me for permission, or when the person wants to post more of my drawings, or doesn’t give a ship when I ask them for the link to their instagram, then I’ll say no.
Most people who post my art on instagram don’t give credit, they crop and edit my works, they tag the things I draw as something completely different which drives me crazy. People don’t read with understanding. When someone tells them I don’t like my art to be reposted they claim I’m ok with it as long as they give me credit. Well, I’m not ok with this. Read my faq again.
It’s annoying when every second or third picture on someone’s instagram is my art and the person has 40k followers, and I know about it only because someone else told me.
It might look like I make a fuss but if you create something you want to have some control over it. I like to know how and where my art is used, I want to feel I’m the author of what I created. It’s not only that my art is posted somewhere else. That I can’t see the feedback, that I can’t interact with people who ask questions abut my art. Sometimes people take my drawings and sell them without my permission. That’s why I post my drawings in lower resolution now. That’s why I add more watermarks, I think that’s why I draw less HP too. Because my art were everywhere and I started to lose control.

Anyway, I’m glad you messaged me :) And I’m super happy you like my art and that you feel like that seeing my Remuses, thank you for the compliments ^^ Hope you have a great day!