everything about you two breaks my heart


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?”

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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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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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


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. 

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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.

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 

Traduction from french:
“I was really happy to see you :) good night” - “Me too Antoine, really. Good night!”

I mean… I had not seen him in two years. We met unexpectedly in a bar, and ended up talking about everything we had missed from each other’s lives. Three years ago, I left my previous boyfriend for him, and I fell completely in love and… Well, he didn’t. It was really complicated, but in the end I was the one to break his heart. And then we met yesterday and I miss him even more, but we are both in great relationships now. It was just so good to talk to him after all this time. There are feelings that never really go away, and some people that you can never really forget… 

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)
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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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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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I’m Here

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,296

Warnings: Major self-hate, language and fluffy feels 

Summary: Well as most of you know I wasn’t having a good night last night and so basically I wrote this up really quick to make myself, and anyone else who is feeling this way, better. Dean comforting the reader after she confesses what she’s been feeling lately :)

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Stay With Me Part 13

Jimin x reader

Genre: Angst, romance, school au, new girl, bad boy, school gang activity.

Warnings: gang like activity, partying, strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, smut,

Word count: 2710

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With every beginning there is an end.

With every push, there’s a pull.

My pull towards you is strong.

But where is my push?

Is it caught in a catastrophe of words and phrases?

Is it at the bottom of this colored glass?

Or has our beginning not even begun?

With every beginning there is an end…

I’ve begun something.

I want my push that will lead me to your pull…

With every push there is a pull…

And with every dream…

There’s an awakening.


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Est-ce Que Tu M'aimes? [Wrench/Reader]

Originally posted by mrjasontodd

Hey, Yeah. I’m sorry in advance. If you’re not familiar with my previous work, I specialize in playing with emotions… But there was this situation in the game that I just felt the overwhelming need to address.

Also, thank you Anon for your recommendation/request! It’ll play very well to future parts.

This fic was largely influenced by a plan for another part of the game… but the scenario was influenced from my rather depressing song playlist.

Est-ce Que Tu M'aimes? by Maître Gims

Est-ce Que Tu M’aimes?” is French for “Do you love me?”

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People that get inside you and and and tear you apart, and make you feel like you’re never gonna recover. Shit - I’d 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’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.
—  Frank Castle and the quote that really hurt me (DD S2//E11 - .380)

Happy birthday @queenheiwa! (You live in my timezone so it’s your birthday now :P) I really hope you like this ^_^

Title: L-O-V-E
Summary: Love is so simple for them. It’s who they are, in everything they do. They love each other. Partners and best friends, falling more and more. (post-reveal, songfic: song used is “L-O-V-E” by Nat King Cole)

L is for the way you look at me

Marinette smiled as he tilted his head, just like the cat he was, grinning from the seat in front of hers. She resisted the urge to lean over and pet him…she figured falling over the table and the embarrassment in general was a good reasoning against that brilliant idea.

His cat smirk made it very, very difficult. It was teasing, a lilt of knowing amusement playing on his lips. His eyes twinkled, as if he wanted her to see him so catlike, so adorable, and still not be able to pet him.

But moments before the teacher walked into the classroom, his smirk faded into a gentle smile. His eyes became loving and longing, and she saw the desire to hold her in his arms. She felt her heart melt in his gaze.

She loved that silly kitty.

O is for the only one I see

Chat watched as Marinette transformed into Ladybug, like he did every night before patrol. Needless to say, he was fond of this new habit.

They took off into the night, weaving in and out of alleys, onto rooftops and across the streets of Paris. Her silhouette shone against the moon as he looked at her, only turning away because he absolutely had to watch where he was going at his speed.

They took a break against an older building, when Ladybug spotted a billboard across the street. She dashed quickly and posed in front of it, grinning mischievously at him. She teased him by strutting around like a model, winking at him. He chuckled, but he wondered if she knew how beautiful she was.

Even with the light beaming onto the billboard, illuminating the models he had even met, she managed to outshine them effortlessly. She seemed to be glowing in the nighttime, like a princess wearing a dress of silver, her radiance brilliant and laughter echoing, turning his brain to mush.

His princes…his Lady…she was his world.

V is very, very extraordinary

She giggled, taking his hand. Though his house was quiet and lonely, Adrien’s smile lit up the room. With the gentle music playing from his computer, he led her into a dizzying waltz.

Spinning around the room, they laughed and danced and got lost in their world of undisturbed happiness and love. Her red Ladybug suit flashed and reflected the sunlight, blinding her, and illuminating Adrien’s face. His hair shone in the golden light and his eyes sparkled with genuine elation.

She didn’t want to leave the world for just the two of them. She didn’t want to ever stop spinning, she didn’t want to stop laughing.

It was a strange feeling, the bubbly in her fingers and toes, spreading through her torso and into her cheeks.

She wondered what it was.


Was it just love? Feeling like she could soar above the clouds, run for years and never stop, dance for eternity?

It had to be.

E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Chat purred as he cuddled against her, and she pet his hair gently. She giggled as he pushed up against her, more and more, until he had pushed the two of them right off her bed.

“Chat you absolute dork!” she cried, laughing.

He chose not to respond, rubbing his face against her torso.

“Adrien, you are such a cat.”

“Thank you,” he answered, smirking.

“Get off…” she whined.

“No…” he whined mockingly. “I love you too much.”

“W-What does that h-have to do w-with anything?!” he saw her stammer. To his delight, her face had reddened considerably. Her eyes were wide and she was pushing him off of her with frantic hands.

“I love you more than anything,” he told her seriously, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He loved having her in his arms more than anything. He really loved her more than anything.

Suddenly, Marinette’s demeanor changed. She flipped him over so she was looking down at him, her hands on either side of his face, grinning down at him. “Is that a challenge?“ she asked. He lifted his hand to bring her face down to his, pressing a chaste kiss against her lips.

When she kissed him back, he felt sparks fly and his heart soar.

Her love flowed through her touch, and he felt his love rising in his chest.

It was far more than he could’ve ever imagined. Love was so unbelievable.

He loved her.

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two

"You two are are disgusting.”

Marinette stuck her tongue out at Alya, who made a disgusted face at her. Adrien laughed lightly.

“Hate to break it to you guys, but she’s right.” Nino agreed with Alya.

“Of course she is,” Marinette and Adrien chorused, smirking at each other.

“So gross!” Alya moaned.

Adrien sighed. “Fine, well we’ll go somewhere we’re appreciated. Freaking city of love and your friends call it gross.

Marinette laughed as Adrien dragged her out of the classroom. He brought her to the lockers, hiding behind the row in the back. Marinette giggled as he hugged her against the lockers, burying his face into her neck. “You can’t just drag me out of the classroom every time you want to be alone.”

“I’m not alone. I’m with you.”

“You know what I meant.”

Adrien pulled away with pout. It was then that the door opened, with Chloe and Sabrina walking (or in Chloe’s case, storming) out.

“Oh no,” Marinette whispered. Adrien tensed beside her.

“Adrikins, are you done playing games?” Chloe said with a haughty, smug smirk. “Playing with people like…her is bad for your image.”

Marinette’s face contorted. “This is not a game, Chloe!”

“Was I talking to you? I don’t think I said your name.” Chloe sneered.

“Listen to me now,” Marinette said, fury weaving into her voice. Although her lips quivered, she wasn’t scared. She wasn’t sad. She was angry. And Chloe would feel it. “Love is not a game. Love is a commitment. Love changes everything, and nothing compares to it. I will do anything for him, which I doubt you’d ever understand. You are frozen, all emotion ice dammed inside…I doubt you know what it’s like to truly love someone. So don’t you dare come in here and tell me that what I feel is fake, because you are the only one whose feelings are.”

Marinette felt Adrien’s hand grasp hers and squeeze. Chloe trembled, rage simmering off of her, her hands clenched into shaking fists. “I don’t care what you think of me, just know that I have known Adrien longer than you. He should be with me. And I don’t care what kind of relationship you have, you have no right to change everything. And when he figures it out, he’ll leave you.” With that, she turned on her heel and stalked away, a shaken Sabrina on her tail.

Marinette looked at Adrien, guilt lacing her heart. “I-I’m sorry, I-I wasn’t thinking-”

Adrien cut her off with a kiss, messy and anxious against her lips. “I’m never leaving you. I’m never going to leave you, whether you like it or not.” he breathed, meeting her lips again. She finally pulled away from him, holding his face in her hands. She felt tears burn in her eyes.

“Oh, kitty. I wasn’t worried about that. I wouldn’t let you leave anyway,” Marinette choked out, a laugh gurgling in her throat.

She pulled him in for another kiss.

Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don’t break it

She had his heart. His soul. His everything, really.

He would do anything to stay by her side, to love her, to have her love. He would never let go of the days he just sat with her, not even needing to say a word. He would never forget the little things, the way she grabbed her purse when she was nervous, or touched her earrings when she was thinking. Her gentle smile, her sparkling eyes, her adorable laugh.

She was his.

He was hers.

Nothing was more simple than that.

Love should be so complicated…especially with secret identities in the mix…but for the two of them, being in love was as easy as breathing.

Love was made for me and you.

This is cheesy af I am so sorry but happy birthday again! Really hope you like this! (My first songfic ahhh)


devouring-time  asked:

Two things I'll remember forever about your writing: the recent wedding ficlet you wrote from varric's POV. I thought it was creative and detailed and absolutely beautiful, and the metaphor of the storm in Friendly Concern. Every time I read it, when the storm finally breaks, I can feel it in my gut. It's everything unravelling and coming together at the same time and it's beautiful and evocative. Mostly though I love your style and your heart, both show through in your work and are so lovely <3

- Aaah I was so worried that ficlet was such a cheese fest. I’m so glad that you enjoyed it! It was definitely an important day for the boys and I’m glad I got to write it, even if I had trouble formatting it for a short post

- I remember being so proud of Friendly Concern, and that part in particular. It’s hard for me to read now because my understanding of the characters in general and Leo in particular has grown so much since then, but it’s still such an important fic to me because it got me back into writing during a time when I thought I would never do it again. This means a lot to me <3

- You are so precious, thank you so much <3<3


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 tear you apart, and make you feel like you’re never gonna recover. Shit. I’d 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’d rip it out, she’d tear it apart, she’d step on that shit, feed it to a dog. 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?


My old lady she didn’t just break my heart, 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 onto it, use two hands and never let go, you got it?