i mean i appreciate your presence but im not sure what youre getting out of the experience

Is this How it Feels to be in Love?| Jaebum

Originally posted by magiccastles

Author’s Note: Hey world, this is just a little story I began to write and couldn’t stop writing after that. I need some editing, so you might find mistakes. Other than that, I hope you like it and my request box is open. Just hit me up. xx

Word Count: 3,384

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warning: Violence and Cursing

Synopsis: Jin-Young’s best friend is so much more than the girl who is just as smart as him. She grabs the attention of one of the other boys, but nobody knows how infatuated he is with all of her quirks. 

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anonymous asked:

thoughts on kenji kishimoto pls???

omg anon who are lets me friends omg im crying yes

  • kenji my son, my husband, my boyfriend who spits in my mouth
  • 100/10 would bang kenji kishimoto
  • if juliette didn’t exist i would pray every night for kenji and warner to bang
  • peoples reaction to the new books like: wARNETTE. While im like kenJI
  • more kenji 2k17
  • everyones not talking about this but they should like a line in the synopsis for restore me is “When tragedy hits, who will she become? Will she be able to control the power she wields and use it for good?”
  • Like nothing better happen to kenji. IF KENJI IS HARMED I SWEAR TO GO d
  • kenji protection squad
  • also did i mention that i would bang kenji because i definitely would
  • kenji can deck me and i’d cry and tell him do it more
  • I neED KENJIS BACKSTORY I NEED IT. ITS NOT A WANT ITS A NEED.
  • I love how sarcastic he is like yes my son yes
  • HE CALLED JULIETTE OUT ON HER SHIT AND I LOVED HIM FOR IT LIKE YES BABY YES BABY YES YES KENJI YES MY SON LIKE:

    All you do is sit around and think about your feelings. You’ve got problems. Boo-freaking-hoo,” he says. “Your parents hate you and it’s so hard but you have to wear gloves for the rest of your life because you kill people when you touch them. Who gives a shit?” He’s breathing hard enough for me to hear him. “As far as I can tell, you’ve got food in your mouth and clothes on your back and a place to pee in peace whenever you feel like it. Those aren’t problems. That’s called living like a king. And I’d really appreciate it if you’d grow the hell up and stop walking around like the world crapped on your only roll of toilet paper. Because it’s stupid,” he says, barely reining in his temper. “It’s stupid, and it’s ungrateful. You don’t have a clue what everyone else in the world is going through right now. You don’t have a clue, Juliette. And you don’t seem to give a damn, either.” I swallow, so hard. “Now I am trying,” he says, “to give you a chance to fix things. I keep giving you opportunities to do things differently. To see past the sad little girl you used to be—the sad little girl you keep clinging to—and stand up for yourself. Stop crying. Stop sitting in the dark counting out all your individual feelings about how sad and lonely you are. Wake up,” he says. “You’re not the only person in this world who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning. You’re not the only one with daddy issues and severely screwed-up DNA. You can be whoever the hell you want to be now.
    You’re not with your shitty parents anymore. You’re not in that shitty asylum, and you’re no longer stuck being Warner’s shitty little experiment. So make a choice,” he says. “Make a choice and stop wasting everyone’s time. Stop wasting your own time. Okay?”   
  • also his humOR:

“Who’s Bruce Lee?”
“Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.” 

“I am going to MURDER YOU—”
“No,” he says, pointing at me as he shifts backward again. “Bad Juliette. You don’t like to kill people, remember? You’re against that, remember? You like to talk about feelings and rainbows—” 

“Hey, um, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for a friend of mine,“ he says. “Have you seen her? She’s a tiny little thing, cries a lot, spends too much time with her feelings-”
“Shut up, Kenji!”
“Oh wait!” he says. “It is you.”

“So that’s it?” Kenji says. “You just like him for his personality, huh?”
“What?”
“All of this,” Kenji says, waving a hand in the air, “has nothing to do with him being all sexy and shit and him being able to touch you all the time?”
“You think Warner is sexy?”
“That is not what I said.”

“Can you, like, see invisible people, too?”
“No,” Warner says to him, eyes focused in front of him. “I can feel your presence. Hers, most of all.”
“Really?” Kenji says. “That’s some weird shit. What do I feel like? Peanut butter?”

“I’m not falling for Warner,“ I say quietly.
"Sure you aren’t.”
“I’m not,” I insist. “I’m just– I don’t know.” I sigh. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“They’re called hormones.”
I shoot him a dirty look. "I’m serious.”
“Me too.” He cocks his head at me. “That’s like, biological and shit. Scientific. Maybe your lady bits are scientifically confused.”
“My lady bits?”
“Oh, I’m sorry” - Kenji pretends to look offended - “would you rather I use the proper anatomical terminology? Because you lady bits do not scare me-”

“You know, I can sort of control it now,“ I tell him, beaming. "I can moderate my strength levels.”
“Good for you. I’ll buy you a balloon the minute the world stops shitting on itself.”

Kenji clears his throat. "Hey–guys? Your loin passion is grossing out the little ones.”

“When are you putting me down?” he counters, no longer amused. “I mean, I’ve got an excellent view of your ass from here, but if you don’t mind me staring -”
I drop him without thinking.
“Goddammit, Juliette - what the hell -”

“I’m sure he is fine,“ Kenji is saying to me. "He probably just got hung up doing whatever it is he’s doing. You know, commandering and shit.”
“Commandering isn’t a word.”
“It has letters, doesn’t it? Sounds like a word to me.”

“I have a pretty spectacular face.”

“Back to work. And this time, focus. You’re not an ape. Don’t just throw your shit everywhere.”

“The man is moody as hell.”
“I am not moody—”
“Yeah, bro.” Kenji puts his utensils down. “You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—”

“Have you ever had a girlfriend, Kenji?”
“What?” He looks mortally offended. “Do I look like the kind of guy who’s never had a girlfriend? Have you even met me?”

“Please—please get up—and lower your voice—”
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” I’m pleading now.
“Because if I lower my voice, I won’t be able to hear myself speak. And that,” he says, “is my favorite part.”

“Okay, hold up,” he says, turning to block my path. “We both know there’s no way you haven’t noticed all of this” — he gestures to himself — “so if you’re trying to play games with me, I should let you know up front that it’s not going to work.”
“What?” I frown. “What are you talking abou—”
“You can’t play hard to get, kid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I can’t even touch you. Takes ‘hard to get’ to a whole new level, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh my God,” I mouth, eyes closed, shaking my head. “You are insane.”
He falls to his knees. “Insane for your sweet, sweet love!”

Kenji snorts.“That’s because you’re not fragile,” Kenji says. “If anything, everyone needs to protect themselves from you. You’re like a freaking beast,” he says. Then adds, “I mean, you know—like, a cute beast. A little beast that tears shit up and breaks the earth and sucks the life out of people.”

“You know, you have a really strange way of telling me you’re attracted to me.”

“Damn,” Kenji says after a moment. “Damn damn damn. This shit is bananas”

“Son of a motherless goat!”

“So, let me get this straight,” Winston says. “Our plan is basically seduce the soldiers and civilians of Sector 45 into fighting with us?”
Kenji crossed his arms. “Yeah, it sounds like we’re going to go all peacock and hope they find us attractive enough to mate with."