he's got the whole world in his hand

Inside the pot, Branch was still singing to Poppy. To him, nothing else mattered. He sang to Poppy with all his heart. He took her by both hands and got her to her feet. He sang to her about smiling and laughing. And he told her, in his song, that if the world made her crazy, she should just call him up because he would always be there for her. Then something amazing happened. 
Starting with Poppy’s toes, her pink color began to return. First her feet, then her legs, and soon her whole body-right up through the tips of her long hair-got all it’s color back! 
“i see your true colors,” Branch sang happily. “And that’s why I love you." 
Poppy looked surprised. She was amazed to hear Branch sing that he loved her. She began to sing with him. "So don’t be afraid to let them show…." 
Poppy looked up into Branch’s eyes. Touched at his open display of emotion, she reached out and took his hand….
— 

The True Colors Scene in the Trolls junior novelization on Pages 128 & 129. 

FUCK. ME. UP. THIS IS CUTER IN THE FUCKING BOOK. 

(Thanks for not removing anything. You’re great) 

p a r t n e r s  (lay ceo! au)
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“Welcome to China.”

As soon as I got off the plane, I smiled graciously at all the employees Mr. Zhang sent to greet me. I took the hand of a flight attendant as I stepped onto the asphalt.

“Right this way, Miss.” He bowed his head kindly before leading me to a sleek black car. He said it would take me straight to my hotel.

The whole ride, I thought of Zhang Yixing. He’s been so kind, even though we only met once. Our first meeting was in Paris at the World’s Entrepreneur Expo.

It was my first public appearance as the CEO of my father’s company. He had just retired, after handing me his position. I hadn’t quite been ready at the time to handle such a great responsibility. I’ve never had problems speaking in front of people, but suddenly I found myself nervous and lacking confidence. I couldn’t disappoint my father. I couldn’t just avoid everyone all night. Not when so many people were curious about the daughter of the man behind one of the most successful companies in the world.

I couldn’t, yet I tried to- and the time for me to speak was drawing near.

I was standing by the bathrooms, terrified and uncertain, when all of a sudden a man stopped before me. We were the only two down there. Everyone else was on the main floor chatting up business deals and making acquaintances. But for some reason, someone other than me was also standing there in that big, empty hallway.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

I hesitated, but nodded.

“You don’t look okay.”

I finally try to get a better look at him. He was just…my age. His eyes looked just as tired. His hair was messy and short. He looked…troubled.

“I’m nervous,” I whispered. “I’m too young to own a company. I’m scared.”

He stares absentmindedly at the floor. “I know.” He nods. Then, he looks into my eyes. “Me too.”

But somehow, we both made it through that night. He spoke before me, and in the middle of his speech, his eyes found mine and suddenly he calmed down. He spoke slower and more coherently, and I felt as if he was talking to me only. When it was my turn, I looked for him, too, and somehow I managed to deliver a speech worthy of a standing ovation. At the end of the night, we found each other again and shook hands. We became friends. Our companies have kept good relations since and the two of us have managed to send representatives over frequently to send our good wishes to each other.

However, the last time Yixing sent a representative over, rather than send the usual box of sweets and friendly card, he sent me a plane ticket.

“What’s this?” I asked the messenger.

“Mr. Zhang wants to formally invite you to China next week.”

I get flustered. “China?”

“He wants to discuss the possibility of a partnership between our companies.”

I’m about to open my mouth, but the representative stops me.

“Mr. Zhang doesn’t want an answer now. He would like to negotiate first before you make a decision.”

One week later, here I was.

When we arrive at the hotel, I’m just about to send my secretary over to check-in, when one of Yixing’s employees bows politely. “Mr. Zhang has taken care of everything. We will take you to your suite.”

My suite turned out to be the entire uppermost floor.

Before my secretary and his could leave, I stop them. “Oh, but this is way too big for just one person.”

For some reason, the two of them share a look- as if they were sharing a secret.

“Mr. Zhang wanted you to be as comfortable as possible,” The boy says politely. “We’ll come back at 8 PM to meet him. Until then, please rest and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

I smile gratefully.

6 hours later, me and Hara were going through pains trying to decide what outfit I should wear.

“Miss, I promise, you look fine.” My secretary assured me with a smile. She took the lipstick out of my hand and set it on the dresser.

I sighed and looked at my reflection. I wore an elegant form-fitting golden gown. My eyes trailed down my body, from the sweetheart neckline to the loose ribbon around my waist. My lips were painted a classic red and my cheeks covered in a soft blush.

“I just really want to look good tonight,” I admitted shyly. This will be our first meeting in the past two years. I wanted to leave an impression on him.  

“I know.” Hara smiled knowingly once again. “And you do. So we should get going.”

Outside the hotel, Yixing’s secretary waits beside another black car. I get in and I catch him wink at Hara before they both get in, as well. I smirk.

Sending messages back and forth between us…looks like they got to know each well too.

It didn’t take long for us to arrive.

I was accompanied through a high-end restaurant until we stopped before a pair of double door, separating the public and the private sections.

I walked through the doors and found a single man standing in the center of the room. Upon hearing our footsteps, he slowly turned around, and I was brought face to face with Zhang Yixing.

He looked…different. Unlike the small boy with short brown locks and kind eyes three years ago, the Yixing that stood before me looked noticeably different. Older. More mature. He got taller, his physique much more muscular. He looked more confident than the boy from before, too. He seemed equally surprised upon seeing me, taking a few seconds to eye me from head to toe. I wondered if I looked the same way to him.

“Hey,” he smiled.

“Hi,” I grinned in response.

“We’ll be outside,” Yixing’s secretary said before taking Hara and walking out.

Yixing gestured to the two empty seats, and I took a seat across from him. We sat there for a few moments quietly before he finally broke the silence.

“You look different.”

I raised a brow. “I can say the same for you.”

“That’s a good thing, I hope.”

“It’s not a bad thing.”

He smiled.

And just like that, we spoke. We spoke for hours about everything. Each time I spoke, his eyes filled with amazement and genuine curiosity, as if I was the most important thing in the world. Soon he started talking about his childhood and growing up in Changsha. I listened in awe, getting excited when he got excited and imagining what it would be like to run through the vendor-filled streets of China.

“Yixing,” I suddenly asked him.

“Mhm?”

“What was it like to have the world in your hands?” I whisper.

He raises a brow. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged, getting nervous approaching the topic, but wanting to talk about it nonetheless. “I mean, being free to walk the streets of your childhood. Having memories of playing soccer in an alley and fighting with your fights. Remembering the sights of the sun in the early morning and the moon reflecting against the river. Being immature and childish. What was that like?”

He smiles softly, his brown eyes full of memories of skipping rocks in the river and sharing chips with the boys on his street. “It made me feel free.”

I nod, looking at my hands with a bit of longing. “That must have been nice.”

Yixing tilts his head to the side curiously. “How did you grow up?”

I think of my childhood. All my memories took place within my father’s mansion. I was catered to and followed no matter where I went. There wasn’t a single day where I was allowed to act my age and just…have fun.

“I was always surrounded by four walls.” I whispered sadly.

He watched me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but he listened.

“I was only ever allowed to leave my home when I was accompanied by someone my father appointed. I had a really big house, gardens, parents…what more could I want, right?” I mumble.

“Did you feel lonely a lot?” He whispered.

I looked into his eyes. His brown orbs were full of concern and…just like that night two years ago, I trusted him.

“Yes.” I stared at the floor. “Very much so.”

Suddenly, I hear his chair screech as he gets up. My eyes widen when he takes my hand into his.

“Come with me.” He says, pulling me out of my seat. I get confused, but he stares straight ahead, walking with a purpose. We walk out the room. Hara and his secretary were in the middle of laughing when they see us. They share a look and get up immediately in shock. We walk completely past them.

“Yixing,” I call him. “Yixing, where are we going?”

He pulls me closer to him and grins. “To make up for lost time.”

I feel my heart flutter in my chest as we race through the crowded streets. His hand held mine tightly and I’d look at him from time to time to make sure this was real. I felt the wind in my hair and the warmth of his hand against mine, and yet…it still seemed too good to be true.

“Have you ever had jianbing?” He asked suddenly.

“Jianbing?” I repeat. “What’s that?”

He slowed down to a stop, eyeing a little food vendor across from us. “Chinese crepes. You’ll love them.”

I smile softly when he lets go of my hand to go up to the old lady behind the street cart. He gestures a “two” with his fingers. The lady smiles at him as if he were an old acquaintance. I watch him making small talk with her, the dimple in his cheek evident as she hands him two rolled napkins. He smiles graciously before making his way back toward me.

“Here,” He says as he hands me a crepe.

I stare at it for a few moments before taking my first bite. Immediately, an obscene sound comes out of my mouth.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” I say with full cheeks.

Yixing laughs, enjoying my reaction. “I used to eat these everyday before school.”

I giggle, imagining a little Yixing hiding from his parents’ security to meet the old lady with the jianbing cart. He watches me with a knowing smile as I stuff more of the crepe into my mouth. When I look up at him, his cheeks are just as puffy, and after a few moments of staring at each other, we both fall into even more laughter.

I get closer to him and nudge him with my shoulder. He grins softly and we start walking together.

“So what else did you do as a kid?”

He thinks for a moment. “A lot of things. Want me to show you?”

Before I give him an answer, he grabs my hand and suddenly we’re both running together through the cobbled streets. I can’t tell if I’m laughing or screaming, all I know is that I hold onto him tightly and I don’t let go. As my feet hit the asphalt and the wind blew my hair, I felt like I was flying somewhere above the Earth. Yixing laughed and locked his fingers with mine, giving me a reassuring smile. I squeezed his hand back.

People kept staring at us, some glaring when we’d bump into them, some pointing out the crazy pair running in evening clothes and dress shoes. This only made me smile wider.

“I’m having fun!” I wanted to shout out to the world. I laughed harder and raced faster, until I was the one ahead. Yixing’s eyes shone with joy.

Soon we saw the blue of the Xiang River ahead. We slowly came to a stop along the river’s shore, panting heavily.

“That was-”

Before he can finish, I hug him tightly, my hands curled into the clothes on his back and my head tucked warmly against his chest. He stops, surprised for a moment, and then I hear him chuckle as his arms wrap around me, firmly and closely.  

“The river was my escape.” Yixing spoke quietly, staring off into the horizon. “The older I got, the more I ended up here. I’d imagine myself throwing away all my problems into the water.”

I stared down into the murky, soil-filled water.

“At some point, I even considered throwing myself down into the river.”

I looked up at  Yixing in shock. He was still smiling.  

“The next day, I had to go to Paris for the World’s Entrepreneur Expo. I was expected to lead a company I wasn’t prepared to lead. Fill in shoes I wasn’t ready to fill.” Suddenly, he leaned his head down against mine. I hugged him closer.

“But that night, I met you.” He whispers. “You looked like you were going through something similar. But…somehow we both made it through that day. Somehow we both made it to today.”

My chest felt tight. What would have happened had we not met that night? How would I have felt if I woke up one day and Yixing wasn’t there? How would he have felt if the same thing happened to me? Even though we didn’t meet again until 2 years later, I trusted him more than I did anyone else. Whenever either of us needed a second opinion, we’d call each other or send a company representative over. Yixing’s presence, although it wasn’t a direct one because of how far away we were from each other, was one I always relied on. Just knowing I had him was comforting. It was reassuring. I felt like I wasn’t alone…that someone had my back.

“I’m glad I met you, (Y/N),” He said softly.

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned up until I pressed my lips against his. I felt his hand freeze against my back. When I pulled away, his eyes were wide- and that’s when I realized I just kissed Yixing. I gasped.

“Oh. Oh. I did not mean to do that.” I pull away from him, embarrassed. I can already feel my face heating up. “I’m so sorry, Yixing, I-”

I pull my hand away from him quickly. But just as I am about to turn around, I feel him grab me back, and suddenly he’s kissing me. I freeze and I wonder if that’s how he felt when I kissed him. His hands are on my cheeks, holding me in place. I can feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. Slowly, my fingers inch onto his chest. I gently hold onto the dark lapels of his jacket, and when I feel him smile against my lips, I tug him in closer.

After a few moments, I gently pull away, a light smile on my lips. When I look into his eyes, Yixing’s staring down at me with so much emotion that I blush again. He hugs me against him, until we’re so close I can feel his own heart thumping against mine.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” He whispers against my neck.

I stare at the golden streets behind us and smile at the people watching us.

“Me too,” I confess shyly.

He’s about to kiss me again when someone shouts near us.

“Why don’t you tell her about the partnership you were planning, Mr. Zhang!” I turn around to find Yixing’s secretary and mines both standing there gleefully, recording us.

The partnership! In all my excitement, I completely forgot I was actually here on business terms. “Oh, right,” Yixing says. Suddenly, he’s embarrassed, his eyes flitting from his shoes to the river to anything that isn’t me.

“What were you planning?” I ask him softly.

Our secretaries are practically snickering behind us.

“Oh, well, to be honest, I- umm,” Yixing swallows. “-I haven’t really, um, thought that far?”

I get confused. “What do you mean?”

He’s glaring at his secretary now, but eventually he sighs and rubs his neck awkwardly. This is the first time I’ve seen him act like this.

“Well, I was just- kinda, looking for an excuse to get you here,” Yixing mumbles. “I was going to accept whatever deal you wanted. Use that as an excuse to visit you often. And then, maybe, um like, after a few years- months if I was lucky- I’d get you to like me back, and then- I don’t know, I was just-”

I start laughing.

He finally meets my eyes sheepishly, and smiles. “I didn’t know I’d get lucky so fast.”

“I think I’m the lucky one.” I say, still not believing how much effort he put into this. All this time! I can’t believe he liked me all this time.

“I’m the lucky one!” I hear his secretary shout behind us. He grabs Hara’s hand and she stares up at him dreamily.

“No, I’m the lucky one!”

“No, baby, I’m the lucky one!”

“I-”

“I think we could both use some new secretaries, what do you think?” Yixing says loudly. I laugh as the pair suddenly stands up straight and watches us in disbelief.

“After all we’ve done for you?” His secretary says incredulously. “Not like we set you two up while you were both awkwardly sending subtle hints of your affection for two years!”

“Talk about loyalty!” Hara stares at us accusingly.

I roll my eyes just as we all burst into laughter. Soon, the sound of the ruan fills the streets as the river bathes in the moonlight. I sigh, thinking about just how perfect this moment is, when Yixing offers me his hand.

“So, what do you say?” He says, looking at me expectantly. “Partners?”

I stare at his outstretched hand before smiling back warmly.

“Partners.”

And the look in his eyes truly does make me feel like nothing will ever feel as perfect.


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Comfortably Numb

Alex Summers x Reader

a/n; so, during a sudden bust of inspiration and motivation (mainly from me and @phoenixejean talking about alex and the war) my fingers slipped and i wrote six pages of angst. it strays from canon, so just go with it! enjoy!

warnings; graphic depictions of violence, ptsd

@put-in-writing @shayara @hankmyhusband @jxbilationlee @darth-summers @alexs-ummers @rax-writes @v-writings

[also on ao3]

“Even in times of trauma, we try to maintain a sense of normality until we no longer can. That, my friends, is called surviving. Not healing. We never become whole again … we are survivors. If you are here today… you are a survivor. But those of us who have made it through hell and are still standing? We bare a different name: warriors.” -Lori Goodwin

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signs as british school memes
  • Aries: he's got the whole world in his hands
  • Taurus: accidentally snapping a shag band and knowing you've disappointed your mother
  • Gemini: spray painting your hair red on red nose day
  • Cancer: computers for schools tesco vouchers
  • Leo: renaming bulldog after it got banned
  • Virgo: the banning of crazy bones, beyblades and pokemon/
  • yu-gi-oh cards
  • Libra: getting drunk off blue panda pops at the school disco
  • Scorpio: apparatus pe lessons
  • Sagittarius: golden time
  • Capricorn: trying to make two aliens have babies by putting them in the fridge
  • Aquarius: BOGIES!!!!
  • Pisces: playing mario kart on ds download play and pictochat on school trips

I’ve been chitchatting with my coworkers about the new Samurai Jack season, and a lot of ‘em seem surprised that he’s got a minigun.

I dunno, man, I think that’s PERFECTLY IN-CHARACTER for Jack.  His whole deal is, like, he’s supposed to be the world’s greatest warrior, versed in every kind of fighting technique there is, right?  Gotta be ready for anything and everything.  Of course he’d be willing to to pick up whatever weapon is available to him – whatever it takes, he’ll use it.  It’s not like he hasn’t used guns in the original series.  A common move of his was to take the guns wielded by his foes, still held in their hands, and aim that at his other enemies.

Jack’s a wily little ruthless bastard when fighting.  I’m stoked to see him with a minigun.

Let You Go pt. 2 [Suga Angst]

WARNING: It might break your heart again…

Pt. 1

Originally posted by hugtae

What Happend Earlier:

You had enough and left him with nothing but a letter.


“I’m home” Yoongi informed to an empty apartment. Everything was quiet, not a single sound. It was almost too quiet. He was used to how you would greet him everytime he got home. The silence made him a little scared, what if something had happend to you?

Y/N-ah” Yoongi searched for you through the whole apartment until he saw the letter you left behind on your shared bed.

“No, no, no. This is not good” he muttered before he took up the letter with shaky hands. And then he started to read.


Yoongi felt numb, he felt nothing. It was like his heart didn’t work anymore. It was like his whole world collapsed.

You left? You really left? Of course you left. He has been the biggest ásshole in the world and yet he took you for granted.

He did see how hurt you were. He saw that he was the one that hurt you, day in and day out. Of course you would leave.

But you couldn’t leave now, not now when he knew that he liked you more and more for everyday that went by. Why did you have to leave now?

What if you had stayed a little longer, just a little. Then maybe, he would grow up and actually make the right decision. Choose the right girl for himself.

He would make you happy, he would make it up to you. All those years that he had been nothing but the biggest fúcktard. He would finally have the chance to make it up to you.

But he let you go… and it was nothing he could do, it was too late.


You didn’t answer your phone and it was still raining. What if something happend to you? Yoongi buried his face in his hands before he let out a loud growl.

“FÚCKING HELL” He shouted and kicked the first thing he saw, the desk. He then threw all the things that was on it onto the floor while he shouted your name, over and over again.

When he had calmed down a bit, his phone started to ring. Fishing it up from his pocket, he answered it without looking who it was. He only had one person in mind and it was you.

“Y/N? Where are you, please come home. Please, I’m so sorry. Ju-just, please come home” he said and let out a sob.

“Is this Y/N Y/L/N’s relative?” a voice said. Yoongi had seen this in movies and this was not good. It always ended up terrible.

He started to shake due the anxiety he was feeling.

“Yes, I-I’m her boyfriend

“Y/N has been in an accident and have to go through a surgery because of her damages. We would appreciate it if you or her family were here beside her at this very difficult moment. We are at *hospital name*-”

The man that talked didn’t need to say more because Yoongi was already on his way. Tears made it blurry for him to see. But he didn’t care, heck he didn’t give a fúck about the world anymore.

You, he only cared about you. You were the most important person for him right now. His heart belonged to you, his mind kept thinking about you, he missed you.

Y/N, don’t do this to me… “ he whispered and drove even faster.

When he arrived the first thing he did was run. Run to you. Run to the girl that did everything for him. Run to the girl he fell in love with.

He wa running through the hospital until he saw the boys in front of a room. A surgery room where you were in.

Y/N, where is she? Where is she? DAMN IT, ANSWER ME!!!!” Yoongi shouted, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Hyung, calm down! She will be fine, please calm down” Jungkook rushed to his side with the others boys while they tried to comfort him. But how could he calm down when you were in there, going through hell because of him?

“I’ll never forgive myself if anything happens to her” Yoongi cried and sank down on the floor. Jungkook and the boys kept comforting him by rubbing his back. They tried to talk to him but nothing could make him calm and in the end, Yoongi’s sobs were the only sound that could be heard.

While they all waited for you, Yoongi thought back to the times he had hurt you the most. Which only made his heart break more.


~Flashback~

Hari had called him for the first time since he was a trainee. She had called him in the middle of your date together. He had excused himself and answered the phone call without hesitation.

He would be lying if he said that he cared about you more than Hari at that time. It would be the biggest lie of all time, because the truth was, he cared for Hari more than you, more than himself. At that time, he could do anything for her.

So that was what he did. He left you there in the middle of your first date to go to Hari.

~Another flashback~

“I have to go see Hari. I think she caught a cold” he had said.

You were lying there on the couch with high fever but he had left you there by yourself for a whole day and went to Hari’s place.

Hari wasn’t even sick, she was just bored but he found himself stay there with her. Forgetting about his own girlfriend who was sick at home.



It was 3 days after the surgery and you were still unconscious. Yoongi has been by your side the whole time, holding your hand and never letting it go.

Yoongi?” your voice woke him up from his little sleep. Yoongi looked up and saw that you were awake. Your eyes were finally opening and he couldn’t be happier.

“You woke up. Y/N… you woke up” Yoongi whispered and squeezed your hand in his.

“Where am I? What happend? What are you doing here?” you asked, confused and looked down and your intertwined hands.

You tried to let go of his hand but it only made him fasten it’s grip onto your hand.

“Please don’t. Don’t leave me again. Don’t do this me, Y/N. I’m sorry. I love you. Please don’t let go of my hand. Don’t let go of me because I will never let you go, again”



I hope you enjoyed reading it and that I wrote it the way you wanted it to be. I also hope that I made you cry, jk.

IT’S 00.12 HERE AND MY EYES ARE DEAD. I CAN’T EVEN OPEN THEM ANYMORE. SO AFTER THAT I POST THIS UP, I WILL JUST GO TO SLEEP AND NEVER WAKE UP AGAIN BECAUSE TODAY HAS BEEN A LOOOOOONG DAY.


P.S Happy Halloween my little butterflies, mwah~

Originally posted by trendingifs

a message for jack

i love this boy so much, hes one of a kind. words cant describe just how much i love him. i could go on for hours talking about him. the way he smiles and tilts his head back when he laughs. the way he hugs his fans with so much love. the way he acts like a child even though hes 27. the way his eyes sparkle when hes in love. the way he starts breaking down into songs and start dancing in the middle of his videos. the way he starts winking/flirting in the middle of his videos when he tells a joke. the way he starts to smile and rest his head on his hands. the way he fixes or messes up his hair. just everything about him to me is beyond amazing. he even built this community where i got to meet so many wonderful people like you guys. no one in the whole world could ever replace him. hes not just a youtuber to me, hes like a best friend of mine. hes always there for me and for so many people as well. i love him with all my heart and i will always love him. ive been way happier as a person when i found out about him. and everytime i would meet him in my dream and hug him and talk to him, it always feels real. i would wake up just thinking about it over and over again in my head and just smile like an idiot. i would always try to watch him in school. there are so many reasons why hes my favorite youtuber. i always talk about him with my friends. i always say “jack makes me so happy” and “i love him so much” and i mostly call him “seán” bc thats his real name and i love that name so much, whenever i hear that name, i start smiling so much. i want to hug him in person even tho id probably just break down and start crying bc im horrible at socializing and i could be awkward sometimes and not know what to do. theres just so many things i could do. i would save up my money for the longest time if it meant i could meet this boy in real life. hes got something special. hes got something incredibly amazing. hes just amazing, inspirational, and just the sweetest boy i know. the loml, a hero, my world. my life would be complete if i could meet him. thats my dream. i might have not been a fan of him for the longest time, but boy did he make my world brighter, i just love him ❤

Reason Number One

All Taylor wants to do is stop. Stop being gay, stop being sick, stop being the world’s biggest burden. And when a prestigious university hands him a scholarship to another life, he’s got his chance. A chance to go from Taylor Lassau, the human tragedy, to Taylor, the human, sexuality unspecified. Too bad unspecified feels a lot like gay when Calis Schrader, the cute guy with a smoking habit, keeps smiling at him.

And then there’s the whole angry ex-boyfriend situation.


OKAY GUYS! THIS IS THE THING. THIS IS THE BOOK. I WROTE IT. I worked really hard and I’m super proud of it. It’s m/m, mlm, whatever you wanna call it. It’s diverse. It’s New Adult. But if you like young adult, you’ll probably like it. The main character is Native American and gay, and well, spoilers, but there’s stated bisexual representation, and I worked hard to make this cast really diverse and representative. There’s tons of poc in the supporting cast! Just give it a shot. I promise you’ll like it.

Also, I’m bisexual. It’s bi visibility week. And there’s a main bisexual character. SO. You basically have no choice.

Will You? pt. 2 [Jimin Angst/Fluff]

Pt 1. Pt. 2

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Originally posted by the-rap-man

“That feeling of regret when time passes and you realize you’ve let the wrong person go.”


Who had thought that the happy boy would turn into a broken hearted boy with nothing but you in his mind. He often questioned himself why he did what did. He couldn’t blame it on the alcohol because he knew more than well that it wasn’t the alcohol that got him like that.

Why did he do it? Why did he let you go and lie about that you were the biggest mistake in his life when you were his world? His whole world who shone up his dark days. You were the only light he needed in this life, the only light that could bring happiness to his life.  


It has now been 2 long months without you and he still remembered the feeling he got when he woke up that morning, with your ring in his hand. Regret, regret, regret, pain, regret, regret and regret were what he felt.

That day, he did nothing but drink. Drinking away the pain and the regret. Drinking away thoughts about you. Drinking away the emptiness without you near.

What more could he do? Losing you was like losing his hope about the future. Losing the light that helped him through his darkest days. Losing the love of his life. All because of one stupid mistake.

Did he regret it? Yes.

Did he miss you? Hell yes.

Did he stop loving you? Absolutely not.

Did he get you back? No…

Did he make you his again? No, he didn’t.

Why?

Because he was afraid, afraid of things that could happen if he said one more wrong word. Afraid of getting rejected. Afraid of you moving on. Afraid of you not loving him anymore. Afraid of you hating him for what he did. Afraid of breaking promises he couldn’t even keep, again.

Afraid. That was what he was. He always asked himself why he couldn’t grow some balls and just call you. Just to hear your voice even if it was in the middle of the night. Or just let you know that he missed you more than anything else.

“I don’t think Y/N hates you. She loved you very much and did almost everything for you. You should at least call her to let her know that you’re sorry. You guys might get back together and if not, at least she knows that you regret saying those awful words to her” Namjoon said and crossed his arms over his chest.

The boys had been mad at first, blaming Jimin for letting such a good girl go. They blamed him for being too jealous and that the jealousy made him blind. But they were also supportive, they tried to help him. Even though it wasn’t easy when all Jimin did was thinking about all the negative things that could happen.

“Hyung, you don’t understand. I told her she was the biggest mistake in my life, I broke her heart. I still remember the look on her face when I said those awful words. Even if she’s going to forgive me, I’ll never be able to forgive myself and forget about it. That day will always be there no matter what” Jimin answered and buried his face in his hands.

“Look at us, Jimin. You’re not going anywhere if you don’t make a move. Start today, take her back. Make her come back to you if you love her. 2 months is not enough for her to forget you and moving on. She’s still waiting” Jin said and placed a hand on Jimin’s right shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

Jimin looked up at them, letting a single tear leaving his eye, slowly rolling down his right cheek. He was going to do whatever it took to have you back in his arms again.

But the only question was, will you take him back?


“You sure about this?” your friend asked and let out a heavy sigh, sitting down next to you and helping you pack down your clothes.

You gave her a thumb up and gave her a weak smile. Now that your life have turned upside down, why not take another way and start a new life, on the other side?

“You don’t want to wait for him anymore?” she asked and gave you a sad smile. You bit your lip and looked down to your ring finger that still felt empty without the ring.

“I’ve waited 2 months, Y/F/N-ah. If he really wanted me back, he would call me since day one. I haven’t even changed my number. But 61 days and still nothing. I can’t wait forever you know”

“I don’t mean that you should wait for him more than this, but… you sure about leaving your biggest dream and just move to America?” she asked, making you look up at her.

“Actually, my biggest dream was to get married, but now that this happened, I don’t think I’m ready for that. I just want a new, fresh start somewhere I’ve never been to before” you answered and closed your suitcase.

The sound of the door bell made both of you raise your eyebrows.
“I’ll get it” you said and stood up and made your way to the door and opened it.

Not expecting the person who stood right in front of you at all, you slammed the door in his face and locked it. Placing a hand on your pounding heart, you closed your eyes and took a deep breathe to calm down your nerves.

“Y/N-ah! Who was it?” your friend asked from the livingroom.

“Just someone” you answered before counting to five and opened the door again.

Hey” he was the first one to talk. The first one to make the first move. Because the next thing you knew, Jimin had his arms around you.

You were stunned by the sudden hug and couldn’t do anything but let him hug you. Leaving your arms by your sides, you tried hard to not think too much about how his heart was beating faster than ever against your chest.

After a while, you tried carefully to push him away. He must have noticed it because he let you go and looked down, ashamed.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and closed the door behind yourself, leaving Y/F/N inside the house.

“Can we talk?” Jimin asked and his eyes started to get teary.

“That’s what we’re doing right now” You tried so hard to not give up and just grab him by his shirt and kiss him, show him how much you’ve missed him.

“I mean, do you have time? Can we go to the park or something? I really need to talk to you, about us

Park Jimin. Firstly, there’s no us. Secondly, no I don’t have time and thirdly, if you have anything to say, please just say it here” you answered and crossed your arms over your chest.

He let out a heavy sigh and grabbed your hand and dragged you to the nearest bench. Jimin let you sit down while he stood infront of you. Making it impossible for you to look anywhere but him.

“I’m sorry” you rolled your eyes, still crossing your arms over you chest. After 2 months and the only thing he could say was sorry? Why didn’t he just shut up and stay where he was.

“Jagi, look at me. Don’t think that you were the only one who got your heart broken. Look at me, these past months has been hell for me too”

“Yeah, like I care” you lied and looked at him. He really did look terrible. Dark circles, red, puffy eyes, much paler and he had lost much weight. His hair needed to be cut, because it almost covered his eyes.

After hearing you say that, Jimin’s eyes changed, his eyes showed pain, a lot of pain. Like those words you just said stabbed him right in his heart.

“You don’t care..?” he whispered, almost painfully. His jaw was clenched and so were his fists.

“I-I don’t know” you answered and looked down. Why did you feel like an idiot for hurting him like that when he just said that he felt like shit?

Kneeling down in front of you, he grabbed your hands in his and placed it on your bare legs, both of your hands. Jimin looked right into your eyes and before you knew it, you felt a pair of warm, soft lips against your own.

“Don’t say things like that. Please. It feels like my heart just broke into thousand pieces once again. I can’t handle the pain anymore” he said after the short kiss. Jimin lifted your hand to his lips and gave it a light kiss, leaving all sorts of feelings.

Do you know how much I regret saying those words that night? Do you know how much I missed you? Do you know how bad I’ve been these past 2 months, without you, Y/N? Do you know how much I love you?”

You gulped and looked at him with tears in your eyes. Why did he have to come here and say all these things when you were going to leave tomorrow?

“Jimin…”

No, listen to me. I know I was wrong. I know what I did to you was wrong. Accusing you for cheating when you did literally everything for me. Accusing such an amaxing girlfriend for cheating, several times was stupid. Because the sober me knew that you would never do that.

But I’m sorry, I lost control, I lost everything and I’m sorry that I accused you for something I really regret accusing you for. I also regret saying that you were the biggest mistake in my life when you’re my world. I’m sorry, Y/N” Jimin was now crying, his warm tears landed one by one on your thigh.

“I never blamed you for saying those words. I just… I knew you were drunk. But I’m more hurt that you didn’t try to call me or contact me at all. It made me think that maybe you weren’t that drunk and that you meant all those words. But I can’t lie and say that hearing those words leave your mouth that night like you’ve prepared to say them for a long time didn’t hurt because it really did.”

Give me one chance. One chance to show you how much you mean to me. One chance, that’s all I need. I just need one chance to prove my love to you. Because, Y/N, I really can’t live without you. Will you give me one more chance. Let me make it up to you. Let me love you. Let me show you that you’re my world. Will you?” he said and opened a small box making you gasp.

It wasn’t one ring, but two. One ring that you recognized but the other one was new, diamonds shining and just like the one you’ve always wanted as your wedding ring.

Give me one chance. Let’s live together until the day we die. Let’s spend the rest of our lives together. Let’s make a family. Let’s love each other endlessly. Will you? Because I’m one hundred percent ready for a future with you.” Jimin said and wiped away your tears that were running down both of your cheeks.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”



LAAAAAAAST PART WOOOHOOOOOO

How are my butterflies doing? Everything’s good? I’m ok, but could be better if school wasn’t such a cow :c

Soooo, what did you think of this? Did you like it? Yay or Nay? I hope you enjoyed it as much as me and I hope you listened to my playlist too. Because I promise, with the right music to whatever you read, you’ll cry your eys out.

That’s my life in a sentence ^

It’s 00.42 here where I live and I have to get some sleep because I’m exhausted. 

It’s coming one or two more scenarios next week because I’m test-freeeeee!!

I’ll see you soon, oki? 

Oki, byee, mwah ~

(Ahah u m uh? I wrote a ficlet??? I guess lol, got to thinking while i was washing dishes.)

After the fight on the rooftop with the Hand, they see each other again for a few times, and Frank either helps or he kills, there’s never really an in between. Matt seems to have realized that’s it’s inevitable, they are on the same side but walk different paths, though there are nights where he wonders. Just where’s a man like Frank to go, when the whole world misunderstands him? And it’s only after meeting Matt in the streets in broad daylight, that he breaks into his apartment while he’s gone. More battered than he can take, he tracks a bit of blood here and there, and he has no medical supplies where he’s cooped up so he figures Red has to have something, anything to take the edge off.

Surprisingly enough he finds Matt’s apartment cozy, in a way Matt can’t because he’s always so perceptive of what’s happening outside of it. Eventually after taking a beer from Matt’s fridge and fixing up his wounds he sits down on his couch, lays in it, he should leave, he got what he wanted, but he likes the comfort, the pause of deliberation. If Matt catches him here why should he care? Not much he could do about Frank’s presence in the first place and he certainly wasn’t a threat to the other vigilante.

When Matt gets home, slightly bruised by another fight, his body is still alight with the vibrations in the air. He is able to easily pick up Frank’s slowing heart beat in his apartment. There shouldn’t be anyone in there, he’s cut off anyone who would even bother coming in, and if they did they certainly wouldn’t stay to sleep. He’s stops for a moment when he jumps on his own rooftop, trying to place the breath, the single steady heartbeat within its walls. There were worse things to show up to his own home. When he opens the window the body stirs slightly and the groan in the voice tells him immediately that it’s Frank, it’s undeniably Frank. He doesn’t wake up, so Matt just paces around him slowly, smelling the blood, the alcohol he used to clean his wounds, used gauze from some useless first aid kit he bought eons ago.

For some strange reason, Matt doesn’t think he’d want it to be anyone else but Frank here. For one, he’s not out there killing anybody, and two, he doesn’t think he’d trust anybody else to see him like this, the real him, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. It’s almost as if he wants Frank here, needs someone that lets him know that he’s not fighting this fight alone even if they go about it different ways. After that night Frank comes by more often, and Matt never really minds.

Avengers Preference: Favorite Thing

Tony: Hands

As a guy who works on machines and tech quite a lot, Tony can appreciate a nice pair of hands when he sees them. He likes to take hold of yours when he can, often walking around a room and dragging you with him, just to keep the contact. He likes the feeling of lazily interlaced fingers, your palms and his fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. And he’s such a sucker for when you cradle his cheek in your hand; he feels like you’ve paused the whole world and it’s just the two of you in endless space. Tony never slows down for anything, but the second you’ve got a hand on him, he’ll drop everything for you.

Thor: Lips, smile.

Thor smiles a lot; the guy has a heart of gold and is precious and adorable and there’s nothing he loves more than seeing you smile too. It feels like a reflection of him, but so much lovelier. Sometimes it’ll be a small tilt of your lips, or a fleeting smirk and Thor will melt, softly pressing his lips to yours with an even bigger smile curling on his face. He likes when you smile with all your teeth the most; a giant infallible grin to match his own. It makes him feel special to see those kinds of smiles, because you don’t give the out often, and Thor doesn’t take any expression of yours for granted.

Bucky: Chest

Bucky’s absolute favorite thing to do is just lay down with you, his head resting on your chest as he listens to you talk, your fingers lost in his hair. He can hear your heart beat in his ear, and he feels every vibration when you chuckle or hum. He cradles his right hand around your back and keeps his left hand placed over your heart, his metal hand feeling the immense warmth there. Whenever Bucky comes home from missions he lifts you up when he hugs you, so his head can rest on your collarbone, eyes closed and content. He likes to be able to feel that you’re really there and you’re all human, and it reminds him that he’s human too.

Peter: Shoulders

Peter is very expressive with his body because he can’t often get the words out of his mouth. He tends to gravitate towards your shoulders, because they’re so close and so easy to reach. He often takes you by them, whether he’s steering you out of the room nervously, or he’s running his hands over your shoulders in comfort. Peter takes this habit in his extreme emotions as well; When he’s excited he’ll hug you tightly, and then hold you at arms’ length by your shoulders to see all of you, a bright smile on his face. Unfortunately, he also has done this when he’s upset, roughly grabbing your shoulders to convey a message of urgency, staring at you with wide eyes and speaking in a rushed tone. Peter likes to rest his head on your shoulder as well, smiling up at you and you rest your head on top of his, the two of you happy just with one another’s presence.

Natasha: Neck

This isn’t surprising, considering that Nat’s deadliest move is to wrap her thighs around someone’s neck, but that isn’t the case with you. Natasha loves to nuzzle her nose into your neck and hear you give a high pitched laugh as she tickles you. Your neck is your weak spot, knowledge that Natasha uses to her advantage in every situation she can. She wants to remote and you aren’t giving? She croons a finger under your jaw and down your neck, and instantly you spasm, the remote flying straight into her hands. If she’s feeling upset she’ll just go to you silently, burying her head in your neck, staring at your collarbone for what feels like eternity. Natasha is also a huge flirt, and often times will press a kiss on your neck in front of everyone, just so that they’re clear that she has you wrapped around her finger. You’re often the recipient of teasing when you walk into the common room with hickies on your neck, but Natasha just smiles, placing a soft kiss on an existing bruise and mumbles ‘sorry’ even though you know she isn’t.

Wanda: Nose

This only came about because you were so adamant about Wanda’s nose that she decided to return the favor. It became a game after that; Wanda would tap your nose whenever you stared off into space, gaining your attention easily. You asked “What was that,” with a smile and Wanda just did it again. Whenever she sees you smile she takes her forehead to yours and gives you an eskimo kiss, something that makes the entire team coo with affection. Wanda also tends to kiss your nose whenever you scrunch it, finding the way you look adorable and can’t help but want to be closer to you. You return the sentiment, saying “it looks much cuter on you,” but she disagrees, always turning the focus back to you.

Steve: Eyes

Steve is a person who always speaks his mind, but you aren’t. You like to observe, and he can see that reflected in your eyes. Steve had always found that what you’re really thinking can be found there. He always keeps eye contact with you, watching instead of listening so he can call your bluff if he needs to. He also just really loves your eyes in general-the intense color in them and how it changes depending on where you are. Steve also notes how you watch him—your eyes always crease in the corners and the expression in them softens, and he gets so wrapped up in them that you have to turn away from him to break his trance. “Sorry, Doll. Your eyes are just so captivating.” “Was a that a pun, Steve Rogers?”

Sam: Legs

Sam is very appreciative of a good pair of legs, and honey you’ve got the best. He’s always pushing for you to run with him, just because he loves seeing them in action: the strides they take, the control and just the way they look, if he’s being perfectly honest. After a long day of beating up villains, he likes to stretch out on the couch with your legs in his lap, the two of you doing something mindless and just indulging in personal time. He, like Natasha is a huge flirt, sometimes just standing and watching when you climb up on a counter to reach something high above you. “Sam, why didn’t you just go get it, you’re taller than me?” “But then I would miss this amazing view, baby.”

Clint: Hair

Clint loves anything you do with your hair, because for the longest time he only ever saw it in a ponytail or a stiff bun. Then one day you walked into the kitchen with the wildest bedhead and he went ballistic, fawning over how good it looked while you mumbled a low “thanks”. Ever since then he’s been obsessed, asking if he could braid it or style it in the morning. For a while you told him no, but then you cracked. Clint was ecstatic and you were doubtful, but he surprised you. Clint is so gentle when handling your hair, his touches feather light and delicate, as though he might break you. He’s also weirdly good at braiding, but he’ll never tell you how he became that way. Clint’s absolute favorite, though, is running his hands through your hair during every hug, going from your scalp to your ends carefully, burying his nose in it. He feels like you’re a part of him in that moment and he smiles, cherishing the feeling.


(psst, let me know if you guys want an nsfw version)

anonymous asked:

🎶 He's (HES coincidence? Ha) got the whole world in his hands. 🎶 Please tell me you know the song.

i doooo!! and that album is gonna be a Religious experience for me so you’re not even wrong w/ the parallel 

okay putting this in a couple tags since i’ve noticed a lot of the ppl who have liked my book are major fans of trc/tfc (and so am i tbh)

SO

if you are looking for other mlm stories I WROTE ONE! and i’m super proud of it. and lots of ppl have liked it so far!  HERE LOOK:

All Taylor wants to do is stop. Stop being gay, stop being sick, stop being the world’s biggest burden. And when a prestigious university hands him a scholarship to another life, he’s got his chance. A chance to go from Taylor Lassau, the human tragedy, to Taylor, the human, sexuality unspecified. Too bad unspecified feels a lot like gay when Calis Schrader, the cute guy with a smoking habit, keeps smiling at him.

And then there’s the whole angry ex-boyfriend situation. 

  • its called reason number one
  • its about a gay native american boy with anxiety/depression 
  • who has a very awesome twin sister
  • it even has the real, actual word bisexual
  • a super diverse supporting cast
  • an adorable main couple
  • discussion about how love doesn’t end anxiety and depression
  • pain
  • fluff

and yeah i know i’m in the tag and i dont wanna be annoying but i really think you guys would be into it, it was free a few days ago and if people show any interest then i’d be happy to make it free for another day so you guys can see if you like it without spending the money

and here is the amazon link: click these words

okay im leaving bye sorry sORRY

2

You and your boyfriend, Kyle, had both been accepted into Tulane University. You were even happier when you were able to get a dorm together. To you and Kyle, it couldn’t have been any better. But…when Kyle got the chance to join a fraternity, that caused some conflict in your otherwise happy relationship.

You honestly wanted him to join the fraternity. You thought it would look good to future employers and it gave him a chance to make a whole bunch of friends. It was better for him and that’s all you cared about. Kyle, on the other hand, wanted to stay with you.

Yes, he thought the fraternity could open some doors for him, but you…you were his best friend in the world…the love of his life. You were having another argument about it and Kyle was determined to make you realize that he didn’t care about the fraternity.

“Kyle, this is such an amazing opportunity! Why would you ever pass this up? Are you crazy?” You asked as you ran your hands through your hair, feeling frustrated.

 "(Y/N), we’ve been together since the 10th grade! I love you and I want to be able to live with you! There will be other opportunities. I don’t need to be in a fraternity!“ Kyle said to you, his mind already made up.

"I don’t know if you’re being sweet or if you’re just dumb…” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose. Kyle smiled a sweet, breathtaking smile and gave you a tender kiss on the lips.

“I prefer the ladder.” He said, giggling.

“I love you, you big dumby…” You said as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, baby. I’d choose you over anything, any day…” He sighed happily, leaning his head on top of yours.

2

Opening the front door of your apartment, you see Peter with tears streaming down his face. He’s clad in the … Spiderman costume? But, because of his current state, you ignore that fact for the moment.

“Come in,” you say, ushering him inside and shutting the door quickly behind him. “What happened?” you ask, turning to face one of your best friends in the whole world.

“I couldn’t save her,” he whispers, “it was my fault.”

“Who?”

“Gwen,” Peter sobs, running his hands through his hair as he paces. He chokes on a sob. “We were at the Oscorp power plant and Harry got her. He dropped her and she died. She died, and it’s all because of me.”

Eyes wide, you step forward and wrap your arms around the sobbing man, tears forming in your own eyes as you process the fact that your best friend is dead. Peter clutches onto you for dear life as he sobs into your shoulder.