it destroys me like i knew it would

tbh I liked the episode because it really is terrifiying. when they make trenton and mobley kill themselves? fucking horrible. it got me so angry, and mad, and sad. And the deaths. I can’t believe how real it felt. At the beginning of the show it felt like mr robot had the control, but now he doesn’t and its so real, because at the end, it would be delusional to think that one person like Elliot can change the world. Maybe the show will get darker and tbh I don’t mind. Death happens and its real and tragedies like this are real too. I liked the episode because it made me feel and when those tragedies happened it made me be part of that world. If they had killed all those people at the first episode it would have been a shit season. But I just love the way it tells the story. And I believe the 71 buildings destroyed was amazing because it really lets us see the change of power. I mean we knew whiterose had power but this? just because she had to ask twice the CEO of evil corp to sign the congo thing? Shes evil and tbh I don’t like her at all. But that’s my opinion. If the show made every character we love happy I don’t think I would appretiate them as much as I do now. I love the characters and I don’t think its fair what is happening to them, but thats what the show is about, the world isn’t fair. Until now, it has showed us a world where you can’t do anything to protect the ones you love, no matter how hard you try. And its so real… Maybe in the next episode we see a ray of light. Who knows. 

but I still love the characters so fuck you sam Trenton deserved better this is the fangirl in my being angry as fuck as much as i love the show I can’t help it lol

“Are we sure she’ll like it?” You listened, confused, as Seungwan comforted Chanyeol. “She’ll love it, I’m sure of it.” “Are you manipulating me to calm me down?” You heard her honey laugh, then your bedroom door opened, revealing the two holding a large cake that you knew you and the Red Velvet coven would take weeks to destroy.

“Happy birthday, V!” You smiled at Chan and Wendy, knowing that the happiness bubbling in your chest was nothing to do with emotion manipulation. “Thanks, you two. I thought you forgot for a little while there.” Chanyeol smiled, leaving the cake with Seungwan to come to your side. He lightly kissed your forehead, then hugged you close, the younger witch joining you two moments later. “We would never forget you, jagiya.”

“PARK CHANYEOL, BOO SEUNGWAN, IF THE TWO OF YOU DON’T GET OUT HERE AND HELP US, THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!” You laughed, climbing out of bed and joining Seulgi, Yeri, Joy, and Irene, who were each holding multiple wrapped boxes. They dropped the gifts on your table, then each came to hug you. “Happy birthday, V. The rest of the EXO clan sends their love and gifts, they couldn’t get out today for obvious reasons.” You smiled, feeling at home with the group of witches and the vampire.

Ok so Steve’s totally not dead but can we talk about the scene where we got to find out what they were saying while Diana’s ears were ringing? When she said “whatever it is, I can do it” it hit me pretty hard. Because here was this woman, who would bet everything she had on the human race, and she was beat down and hurting and couldn’t even HEAR because of the huge blast that slammed her into the ground. She looked like she was going to pass out. And she had no idea what the man she loved was saying at the time, but she knew something was wrong and she just wanted to make it BETTER. She wanted to protect everyone and fix everything even if it destroyed her and that was the most heartbreakingly accurate depiction of a strong woman dealing with a lot and I love Diana Prince, okay?

bad | 04

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, future smut, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 3 155

WARNINGS: cussing, mature

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A/N: this part’s kinda weird. it’s more of a build-up chapter. there might end up being about 8 parts lol. thank yOU FOR 900, OMG

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“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My masterlist blog here :

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”


Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞
❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞
❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞
❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞
❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞
❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞
❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞
❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞
❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞
❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞
❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞
❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞
❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞
❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞
❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞
❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞
❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞
❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞
❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞
❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞
❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞
❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞
❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞
❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞
❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞
❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞
❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞
❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞
❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞
❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞
❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞
❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞
❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞
❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞
❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞
❝ well, shit. ❞
❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞
❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞
❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞
❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞
❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ 
❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞
❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞
❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞
❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞
❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞
❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞
❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞
❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞
❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞
❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞
❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ 
❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞
❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞
❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞
❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞
❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞
❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞
❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞
❝ did i stutter ? ❞
❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞
❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞
❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞
❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞
❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞
❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞
❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞
❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞
❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞
❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞
❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞
❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞
❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞
❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞
❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞
❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞
❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞
❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞
❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞
❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞
❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

her goodbye was the most painful thing i’ve ever experienced in my entire existence. it was not just words. it was the way her eyes looked at me, like she regretted everything and wished we had never met. she said sorry because it was clear that she was destroying me in that moment. she knew i’d never be the same person again. she knew that my heart would break and i would become cold. but there was nothing she could do. she was unhappy. and after that day, i am too.

phillip hamilton things, for people who haven't or can't see the show.

-during his rap in take a break, he starts out nervous and then kid gets WAY IN TO IT, bending his knees and flexing his arms and yelling. alex hugs him and looks so proud and phillip is so pleased with himself. it’s precious.

-during reynolds pamphlet, jefferson, madison, and burr take him up front, surround him, and show him the paper. they point and say “at his own house? at his own house? damn.” out loud to him and oh my god his face, he’s shattered. you can physically see his father get taken down a peg in his eyes. I can’t even describe it. it was heartbreaking.

- I always pictured his argument with george eaker happening up close, like he pushed past a bunch of people and was up his face. but no, eaker is up on the balcony and in true hamilton fashion, phillip is making a scene and shouting at him from below. the actors in the “play” even stop to watch, and you’re like damn this really is alex’s son.

-when he’s telling his dad about the duel, alex is standing with his arms folded (and using his “dad” voice) and phillip looks so sheepish but also defiant and it reminds me so much of “meet me inside.”

-“stay alive reprise.” tore. my. heart. out. which I knew it would but jesus. no mercy. I was full on sobbing. (eliza screams at the end of it and I can’t even describe that. it’s so horrible and your breath catches in your throat and she sounds so worn down and destroyed. she’s held it together throughout all the shit alex put her through but in that moment it all comes crashing down and you can hear so much pain. It’s heartbreaking and beautiful. the acting is amazing.)

What would happen if Lance died and the rest of the team goes back to Earth to tell his family, like

-They all had a vague sense that his family was large, but w h a t (Hunk definitely already knew but he’s too sad to be telling the team these things because Lance should be doing it)

-His family already thought he was dead/missing, and the team now has to explain, no, he wasn’t dead, he was saving the universe

-Everyone is crying now

-The team feels especially bad now, because they were all worried about themselves, but none of them has ever heard Lance talking about missing his family besides Coran

-Now Coran feels bad that he never further helped Lance with this problem

-Pidge is mad at herself for always talking about her family and not thinking about how Lance had a family too

-Hunk is now realising that he had been shoving Lance away right when Lance really needed him

-Keith has hardly ever met people like this . They are telling them that Lance is dead and yet they’re still joking like Lance would and Keith can’t handle it??

-Shiro hears from Lance’s family how he was Lance’s hero and he already kind of knew, but “oh wow, I treated this kid horribly when he was just trying to impress me I am a horrible leader”

-Allura regrets pushing Lance so hard. She once nearly drove everyone into a star once just to go a home she knew was already long since destroyed, but Lance never tried to leave? And yet she still yelled at him. He honestly had more to return to than she did, but she never even considered it

(Wow, I love langst. And wow, I am bad at getting ideas down. This sounded better in my head)


Remember when Mona revealed to the Liars in 4x01 (“A is for A-L-I-V-E”) that Melissa was one of the Queen of Hearts, along with Wilden?

Well, no. She wasn’t.

When they were watching the tape, Emily questioned who the second Queen of Hearts was. Mona, eyeing at Spencer, responded, “Your sister.”

The video was shut down by Big A (Charlotte) before it could be proven it was her sister, aka Melissa, which is what everyone was thinking as she is Spencer’s only known sibling.

I don’t understand why they couldn’t have shown that Melissa was the Queen of Hearts to the audience if she was. That’s because she wasn’t, and it was Spencer’s twin!

Melissa and Mona, as well as Charlotte, all knew of the existence of Spencer’s twin, who is now A.D. When Spencer was questioning Melissa about her being the Queen of Hearts, Melissa abruptly kept stopping her at sentences, or not replying to some of her questions. Melissa claimed that she has been protecting Spencer since the beginning, but I think not. Not Spencer, but her twin.

Veronica (Melissa’s mother and Spencer’s supposed mother) has had cancer twice (as we know of). What if after she had Melissa, she developed cancer, and this stopped her from having children? She could’ve wanted a second child after she had beat cancer, so Mary Drake became the surrogate mother of her child. However, she fell pregnant with twins, but Veronica only wanted one.

When Spencer and Aria went to see Dr. Cochran in 7x08 (”Exes and OMGs”), the man who delivered Mary’s babies, he said he dealt with two of them. Now, if he had delivered Charlotte too, who is the eldest child, why couldn’t he have said, “I delivered two separate babies.”

Mary wasn’t allowed to keep the second baby after a while due to the strict rules at Radley, and also because she was a mental patient who had history of “killing a baby” (when that was actually Jessica). The twin was probably raised in Radley too somewhere.

Charlotte knew of the twin’s existence and the twin was the TRUE Black Widow! Sara Harvey claimed herself to be the identity of the BW to protect Spencer’s twin, whom she was good friends with herself and knew that’s what Charlotte wanted her to do.

The Black Widow had brunette hair, and her body was identical to Spencer’s structure:

Her twin’s motive would be that Spencer got to live a normal life—while she was raised in a mental institution. She was jealous and sick of Spencer. Initially, she wanted to meet her twin for the first time, but something must’ve happened that stopped her.

On the night of Jenna’s blinding, I believe her twin might’ve been watching Spencer, and/or possibly wanted to meet her. When the stink bomb set off, it burned the twin, and she was scarred for the rest of her life with them. This made her HATE the Liars and Spencer. She has despised them since then.

The BW ending scene in 4x01 (where she had a burnt mask) could’ve hinted towards this:

Of course, she didn’t have that mask when she was there the night Jenna was blinded, but the mask was burnt at the night of the lodge fire. Spencer’s twin was working in two different divisions—the “A” Team and Melissa’s alliance (with Jenna and Shana). They could possibly know the existence of Spencer’s twin too. The twin could’ve set fire to the lodge originally to get revenge on them burning her, partnering with Jenna too as they blinded her in the same accident.

In 4x23 (”Unbridled”), Veronica said to Spencer: “It was as if there were two of you living in this house—the Spencer we recognized and your evil twin. We never knew which one was coming down for breakfast.” Foreshadowing much?

Spencer was drove to madness in Season 3 after Toby supposedly died, and she was admitted into Radley. This could foreshadow her twin especially, and her twin could’ve planned this whole thing to make her end up crazy. 

Sometimes I think some scenes we’ve seen Spencer in isn’t really Spencer. For example, in the ending scene of 7x08 (”Exes and OMGs”) we see Spencer flicking through a family photo album, as if she’s searching for answers. I believe this was her twin in this scene.

I believe that it wasn’t Spencer who Toby kissed in 7x10 (”The DArkest Knight”), it was her twin! She was wearing the same sweater in this scene as she was wearing in 7x08.

“Spencer” was acting quite odd in this scene. May I also note that Spencer wasn’t wearing that sweater later on, because we later see her in a plain white sweater (the one she got shot in).

How could I forget the heart-warming scene between Hanna and Spencer in 7x01 (”Tick-Tock, Bitches”)?

This was NOT a dream! The Liars have always had dreams, such as the many that included Alison, and they always turn out to be reality. Spencer mentioned Uber A’s alias (A.D.) in the dream, yet how could Hanna have dreamt that when they were sent the first text that was signed off saying “- A.D.” after Hanna was kidnapped?

Most importantly, Spencer did not have her bangs in this scene. She has had them since the five-year time jump that started in 6B. People say that she didn’t have her bangs in this scene because Hanna wanted to remember the “clever” Spencer. She’s still as intelligent as ever, so I don’t see why it was necessary for her to not have her bangs in this scene. That’s because it was her twin!

As Jessica always said, “You can never turn your back on a Hastings.” Spencer turned her back and she was SHOT by A.D. 

Jessica knows how dangerous they can be, like Spencer’s twin. What if it was Spencer’s twin who hit Ali that night, and it was Mary who buried her alive? Charlotte could’ve easily covered for her beloved sister.

Melissa is definitely part of Uber A’s game, and so is Mona. I believe Mona is only doing so because she wants to protect the girls (by stopping A.D. doing anything extreme). However, I think she probably left the gAme after Hanna’s kidnapping. She was so distraught over Hanna seemingly being dead.

She knows she can’t tell the Liars everything though—it’ll cost her their friendship, her redeeming, their forgiveness over her being Original A, and quite possibly her life as we all know A.D. is dangerous and doesn’t like to mess around.

As for Melissa, well… bitch doesn’t care. Everything mostly points towards her and she’s one of the most, if not the, shadiest character(s) in the show. She’s always despised Spencer, and she always blames her for her unhappiness. Melissa wants to partner with Spencer’s twin because she knows how much it’ll destroy Spencer.

Melissa likes to lie, and she likes to trick others. Maybe she was protecting Spencer’s twin when she buried Bethany? She knew Spencer would find out about this sooner or later, so she told her she was protecting her and not anybody else. Really, Melissa?

If I recall, Spencer was talking to Toby in 1x20 (“Someone to Watch Over Me”) about running away, and she mentioned that when she was a child, she had a fight with her sister and her parents took her side. Yes, I believe that was Melissa, but Spencer said she ran away after that. What if her twin took her place while she was gone? She said that when she returned, her parents hadn’t even noticed she had gone. Strange much?

When Spencer first “met” Mary in 7x01, they were discussing about twins almost. Mary mentioned how much Spencer and Melissa look a little like twins. Hinting much? Could Mary possibly be Melissa’s surrogate mother too? Perhaps Veronica couldn’t have children at all. This would explain the resemblance between Melissa and Spencer. They look too much alike to not be biological sisters.

In the 7B trailer, we see A.D. slightly taking their hood aback. We can see that their hair color is BROWN/BRUNETTE.

A.D. IS Spencer’s twin. There is so much more to this, and I will most definitely expand on it soon!

Thank you for reading. ^_^

This Is War [13] ~End~

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1253

Warnings: Feelings. Mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This is it!! This is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading and for putting up with my huge gaps in posting!! I appreciate every single like, reblog and comment that I’ve gotten and it means the world to me that you’ve stuck through to the ending. Thank you all xoxo

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Chapter 4: I want you to want me because I’m me // Shawn Mendes


Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Author’s note: So there’s a little bit of swearing in this because Shawn gets mad

RecapIt’s silent, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment from my outburst. He grips my chin softly, forcing me to meet his hazel eyes. He’s close enough that I could kiss him if I wanted to. I hold my breath waiting for his response.

Leaning close enough that our noses brush he whispers, “I’ll take my chances”, then he’s gone and I’m left standing there wondering what the heck just happened.

“Ever since the rebellion at your school you’ve been acting strange.” My sister, Steph, breaks the silence in the car. It was our ‘sister bonding time’ that our Mother makes us do every 3 or so weeks. Today we were driving to the mall, grabbing some lunch and doing a little window shopping.

I stare out the window, the harshness of the grey buildings broken up by the flash of evergreen scrubs. 

“I’ve been a little distracted.” I tell her. I wasn’t ready to tell her yet that I had found my soulmate, and that he wasn’t keen on me.

“You know you can tell me. If something was bothering you, you can tell me.” She sounds so sincere and my gaze flicks to her. Even though she says this I feel like sometimes she just wouldn’t understand. We were polar opposites personality and look wise- except for the eyes. We both had the same wide blue eyes with a rim of gold surrounding the pupil. 

Steph’s ginger hair was in ringlets today, her blue eyes framed with long lashes. She was a mix of both my parents while I looked remarkably similar to our Dad. When I was younger I thought that she took all the beauty from our parents genes and I was stuck with the brains. 

“I just… I don’t want to talk about it right now because I feel like if I do, its just going to make it seem more real.” I flip the air con on, a stream of chilled air hitting my rosy cheeks. “And that’s what I’m trying to avoid. I don’t want it to be real.”

She hums, taking a left onto Marion Street. “It sounds like you need a break from everything.” 

“I do. I really, really do.” I laugh, tucking the strands of hair that fell in my face behind my ear.

“Jace invited me to go to the club with him tonight. I think you should come.” Jace was Steph’s soulmate. They had met when they were both 14 and had immediately formed a close relationship. Steph was now 20 and their 6 year bond was another reason why I believed so strongly in the soulmate system.

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind me tagging along?” I ask hesitantly, fiddling with my seat belt.

“Of course not! Jace will understand that you need a serious pick-me-up from what ever quarter life crisis you’re going through.”

I laugh, Steph’s giggles accompanying my own. 

“One more thing before I agree to this.” I pause, meeting Steph’s blue iris’s and it looks like I’m looking at a replica of my own.

“What is it, little sis?” She says cheekily, slowing the car to a stop as red shines from the traffic lights. 

“You have to ask Mum if I can go tonight. I don’t want to face her wrath if she says no.” 

I had no clue what to wear. What if I wore the long sleeved dress and overheated? The maroon dress looked great on me but I had no shoes that went with it. Deciding to go with my gut, I wear the black sleeved dress, slipping some slightly heeled flats on as I go.

“Y/n, hurry up.” Steph calls, walking as fast as her heels could carry her, rushing to open the door where Jace had been ringing the doorbell for the past 5 minutes.

“I’m hurrying.” I snap at her, pressing a quick kiss to my mother’s cheek as I pass her, Dad was still at work.

“Have a fun time girls!” Mum shouts before we shut the door and I wave at her before closing and locking it.

“Thanks for not making me wait at all.” I hear Jace mumble to Steph, her girlish giggle making me want to run back inside and under my bed covers. I did not plan on being a third wheel tonight.

“Thanks for letting me join you guys.” I say to Jace, cutting off what ever conversation they were delving into.

“No problem Y/n.” Jace grins at me, and I could see why Steph was so obsessed with him. Tall with blonde curly locks, he was a stunner, and when he smiled, his whole face lit up. Together, they looked like they should be on the front page of every fashion magazine.

I get in the back seat, tuning out Steph and Jace’s loved up conversation and the car begins to move, the city becoming a blur.

We were let into the downtown club with no dramas. When Jace told me we were going to the South Side Club, I was surprised. It had a reputation for good liquor, loud bass and housing members of the libertas.

I didn’t say anything, didn’t mention that my soulmate was apart of the alleged rebellion that wanted to destroy everything I believed in. Maybe it was a good thing that my match didn’t want me. We were from two different worlds and a relationship between us would surely never work.

That thought alone fed the multiple drinks I sculled back. I didn’t count how many I had. All I knew was that the more I had, the less I thought of him. 

The more alcohol I consumed, the more I began to let loose. I was at the bar, on the dance floor, talking to the group of guys who looked like they had never seen a bar before- probably why they let me talk to them even after I had spilt my drink on one of them.

Someone was pulling me away from the granite counter top of the bar. I had sat down, starting up a conversation with the bartender who chuckled at my every second sentence. 

I groan, the flashing lights catching my eyes and I wince. 

“Come on Y/n, Jace and I are taking you home.” Steph’s comforting words fill my ears.

I walk beside her lazily. “I’m cool with that.” I murmur, resting my weight on her.

“How much did you drink? You smell like half the bar.” She wrinkles her nose and laughs, the sound pathetic even to me. We’re outside the club now, the cold wind nipping at my ankles. Jace has pulled the car around and he’s holding the door open as I climb into the back seat.

“No spewing in my car Missy,” Jace scolds gently. “Wait until you get home.”

I grin at him sheepishly, sending him a thumbs up I rest back into the seat and I close my eyes. Someone shakes me awake awhile later and I startle, Steph frowning down at me.

“God, Y/n you look smashed.” She helps me back out the car as its pulled up out front our house, slightly onto the front lawn. 

“I don’t feel smashed.” I giggle at her, clutching onto her arm.

“I’m going to Jace’s house so once I’ve let you in the front door I want you to go straight to your room, do you think you can manage that or do you want my help?” She sounds so strict and I salute her, nodding my head.

“I can do it boss.” I grin and she helps me up the front steps onto the small decking. Unlocking the door she holds it open for me and I lean on the wall, tailing my way into the dark house.

“Are you sure you will be okay?” Steph asks, worry in her tone.

“I’ll be okay Steph, Mum’s here and if I really need help I will go ask her.” I tell her, feeling a hint of sobriety. 

She looks at me skeptically and I shoo her, closing the door. I wait until I hear the car drive off before making my way to my room at the end of the hallway.

I grip the handle of the door, finding the small trip to the bedroom easier than I expected. When the door swings open, my lamps already on and the light stings my eyes.

“What the-” I don’t finish what I was saying, the sight of my soulmate sitting on my bed causes all my words to disappear. 

“Where the fuck where you?” He hisses at me, his eyes dark slits. Standing up, my Match marches over to me, the scent of his cologne wafting around me.

I hiccup, brushing past him leisurely. “Out.”

“It’s two O’clock in the fucking morning, I got here at 10 and I’ve been waiting 4 hours for you, wondering if something bad has happened to you, and all you can tell me is that you’ve been out?” He’s furious. Every word is coated with venom yet my mind finds no reason to take him seriously.

“I don’t care if you’ve been waiting. Why are you even here?” I groan, tugging off my shoes and placing them into my closet on the shoe stand.

“I was here to fucking talk about all that gooey shit you spilled out yesterday about soulmates.” He seethes, shutting the closet after me as I left it open. 

“Well I was busy, get over it.” I start to unzip the back of my dress when his hand stops my movement.

“What are you doing?” He breathes, and I shrug his hands off, my dress slipping slightly down my body.

“Changing into my pajamas, what does it look like?” I glare at him, forgetting that I was about to be nearly naked in front of my soulmate. I unzip it the rest of the way, my dress falling to the floor and I step out of it.

I open a dresser draw, my back to my match, and I take of my bra, chucking the large shirt over my head which falls halfway down my thighs. When I turn back to face him, he’s frozen, his eyes never leaving my figure.

He coughs, clearing his throat. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“Eh, a few.” I lie, tying my hair up in a bun.

He sighs, walking closer to me, stopping to see if I move away. I don’t.

“Where did you go tonight Y/n?” He asks me, a lot calmer then before.

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business Match.” I’ve riled him back up.

“Stop calling me that.” He demands me, his hands clenching.

“It’s not like I have anything else to call you.” I retort, closing the distance between us until I’m inches from him.

“What about calling me by my name?” He growls at me, his eyes black and the light illuminating the side of his face.

“I don’t know your name you dweeb.” I push his chest angrily, he doesn’t move an inch.

“How do you not know my name? I’m your fucking match.” His arms splay and I glare heatedly at him.

“I don’t know it because someone decided to skip the 20 questions stage of our relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship!”

“If you don’t tell me your name then I’m not telling you where I was tonight, or who I was with.” My intoxicated mind speaks for me, providing me with words that will fuel the fight.

“What do you mean who you were with?” If its even possible, his anger heightens. 

“Sorry Match, but I can’t answer that.” I say smugly, crossing my arms.

“My names Shawn, now talk.” He spits at me, I was thankful my parents weren’t on the same floor as me or they surely would have heard us by now.

“Full name?” I question slyly and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before continuing.

“Shawn Mendes.”

“Good boy.” I praise him and he scowls at me.

“Fucking talk.”

“I was with my sister and her boyfriend at the South Side Club. I drank and danced and then they took me back home.” I explain to him.

“Of course you went there.” He says more to himself then to me. He turns away from me, rubbing his jaw lightly. “Did you see anyone wearing this jacket there?”

He points to the same jacket he was wearing the day I met him, the white Libertas phrase dim in this lighting.

“I can’t remember, I was too busy getting smashed.” I say dryly, and he rolls his eyes.

“I can tell, you smell like you had a bath in alcohol.”

I stare at him, watching as he picks up some trinkets off my bookcase, examining them, and then putting them back. It was weird to see my soulmate in my own room, where I spent my life. It was even stranger how easily he fitted into it.

“What are you doing here Shawn?” His name runs smoothly off my tongue and his shoulders tense as I say it.

“That’s not important right now. You’re drunk and you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” He says tonelessly, crossing the room to pull the bed sheets away for me to hop into bed. 

“Will you tell me tomorrow then?” I whisper, abiding and slipping under the covers.

“Maybe, you may not want to see me tomorrow.” He sounds tired and I finally notice the dark circles under his eyes. He moves the quilt so its covering me again and I snuggle into them further, letting him tuck me in.

“I’ll always want to see you, you’re my match.” I yawn, feeling my eyes flutter shut.

“I don’t want you to want me just because I’m your match.” He tells me quietly, flicking my light off and zipping his jacket up.

“Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.

I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.

“I want you to want me because I’m me not because you were told to.”

Originally posted by kdrauhl

Jamie - Names (Drabble Series)

Bucky | Barnes | Buck | Sarge | Jamie | Soldat | Love | James | Epilogue

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.

WC: 1550

A/N: Tags are now closed! This chapter is my favorite. If I were Bucky’s girl, I’d totally just call him Jamie all the time. I’m so blown away by the positive response to this series. I posted another series here earlier this summer and I think it got 45 notes at most on a chapter. Thank you so much guys!

Jamie was a name she used in two instances: when she was drunk and when she wanted something. It always amused him and he found it cute, wishing she would use it more often.

“Hey Jamie, what do you think of repainting the dining room?” (She was both for this one.)

“I know we never officially talked about getting a cat, but Jamie he’s so cute. You’ll love him I promise!”

It was the night of another rager of a Stark Party, a few weeks after Steve dragged everyone out to the compound. They were celebrating the end of a very successful mission that had taken months to plan and execute, not that Tony ever needed an excuse to throw a party.

She was drunk, relieving the stress of the past few weeks with one too many martinis.

“Jamie! Jaaaaaamieeeeee!” she sang out.

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The Nerd.

She was popular. 
He wasn’t.
 She liked parties.
 He didn’t.
 She was pretty.
 He was a nerd.
 She doesn’t notice him.
 He worships the ground she walks on.

She was everything Harry wasn’t and won’t ever be. Everything he won’t ever have and he knew that. A girl like her would never go for a boy like him. 
The thing was that he was in no way like the other boys in school. He was shy and liked reading. He often begins to stutter a bit when he gets nervous. He blushes a lot. He doesn’t play football. He’s never had a girlfriend before. 
And of course the cool boys noticed everything that was ‘wrong’ about him. They picked on him every chance they got. Mocked him for his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose. Laughed when the words wouldn’t roll off his tongue. Shoved him into the lockers whenever they would walk past him in the hallway.
The sad thing was that Harry didn’t defend himself. Ever. He just accepted the fact that he was awkward and nerdy and no one liked him. Especially not Y/N.
What he didn’t know though was that Y/N did like him. Yes, she was popular and pretty and boys swooned over her but she didn’t want any of them. She knew exactly what those boys were after, a bit of fun but never anything serious. And frankly Y/N wasn’t into those things at all. She wanted something serious. Someone who would hold her at night and be there in the morning, waking her up with kisses and sweet whispers.
She wasn’t interested in those loud guys who were always talking and flirting and doing things she didn’t even want to know. And that’s why she noticed Harry. She liked his messy curly hair and his big, round glasses. She liked his green eyes and pink lips. She liked the oversized shirts and the jeans which were tighter than tight he was always wearing. She liked that he was shy and quiet. She liked that he was different than all the other boys.
What she didn’t like about him though was that he never stood up for himself. It broke her heart when she saw him walking in the hallway with his head down and eyes locked on the ground and getting shoved into the lockers. She absolutely hated the frown that would form on his face and how he would rub his arm from the pain.

Today it was especially bad. They mocked and laughed at him even more in class and actually insulted him. She saw the way his eyes welled up with tears but luckily he quickly hid his emotions or else it would have gotten even worse. She’s never been more grateful for lunch after that lesson, not only because she couldn’t listen to another word her history teacher said but also because she knew Harry couldn’t listen to another mean thing those guys said to him.

Like always he was the last one to exit the classroom, getting a sympathetic smile from the teacher on his way out. He was glad when he saw that almost no one was in the hallway, he hurried to his locker and stuffed his things inside and just when he closed it he got smashed against it, his glasses falling to the floor from the force. He heard them laugh and calling ‘loser!’ after him. He sighed when he looked down at the ground and couldn’t see his glasses due to the blurriness of his sight.
“Here.” he heard a female voice and knew immediately who it was.
She gave him his glasses and their fingers brushed and Harry could feel a electric shock at his fingertip.
“Thanks.” he whispered softly because he knew he would have stuttered other wise. 
He was embarrassed not only because he knew that she saw how he got shoved against his locker but also because again he had tears in his eyes. It was just too much today. Just as he pushed his glasses up on his nose the first tear dribbled down his cheek.
“Hey.” Y/N whispered and reached up to brush it away. 
“Don’t let these idiots get to you, yeah? They’re just jealous.” Harrys eyes were glued to hers and his cheek burned in the most wonderful way from her touch. He couldn’t believe she was standing in front of him. Talking to him.
“Why should they be j-jealous?” he shook his head.
“Because they aren’t as smart as you. As cute as you.”
His eyes snapped to hers and widened with shock. Cute? Cute?! 
“Um, well.” she mumbled blushing and looked down at the ground.
“Maybe you would want to get lunch with me? It always breaks my heart when I see you sitting alone.” she asked him hopefully.
“Don’t think thats a g-good idea. D-Don’t want them to p-pick on you as well.” he shook his head, silently cursing himself for stuttering.
“I don’t care what they say. They’re assholes. So what do you say?” 
“Y-You really want to spend time with me?” he studied her closely for any sign of doubt.
“Of course I want to.” she nodded and so he agreed.

As they sat down across from each other, both with a chicken sandwich Harry couldn’t help but squirm. He felt all eyes on them, heard them talk.
“They’re staring.” he let her know quietly.
“Yep, ‘cause you’re cute.” she grinned at him.
Again, Harry blushed and he heard a few people laugh at the color of his cheeks. 
“No. Because I’m weird.” he mumbled.
“Harry, there is absolutely nothing weird about you.” 
God, she really knew his name.
“I actually really like you because you’re different. You’re not stupid like them.” 
And that was the moment he decided to walk past. He was Y/N’s ex. He was considered the most popular and handsome boy in school. He was the worst of them all.
“What the hell are you doing with him? Comforting him ‘cause he was about to pee himself ‘cause someone was mean to him?” 
Harry didn’t say anything and looked down at the table, his shoulders heaving with quick intakes of breath.
“How about you shut up?” Y/N glared at her ex.
He laughed and left, but not before 'accidentally’ hitting Harry’s shoulder.
“God, he’s an asshole.” Y/N sighed. 
Harry didn’t look up from the table though, his eyes still set on whatever distracted him. The thing was that he wasn’t supposed to sit here. His place was in the corner of the room beside all the other nerds. His place was definitely not with her.
“Harry?” she asked him and touched his hand softly with her own.
Harry moved his hand to his lap so she couldn’t touch it, but the tingles the contact caused made their way through his arm nonetheless.
“A-Are you trying t-to make fun of m-me?” 
“This is f-fun for you isn’t it? Why e-else would you be h-here?” 
“Harry, no. No, no, no. I’m not trying to make fun of you. No the slightest bit. I’m here because I like you and because I see what these people do to you. I want to be there for you.” 
Harry knew he should shut up. His heart was screaming shut up, shut up, shut up but his brain simply couldn’t make any sense of the situation.
“Why? Why all of a-a sudden?” 
“Because I can’t keep watching them destroy you. You were crying today, Harry. They are hurting you. That needs to stop.” 
Harry didn’t say anything. He just stared at her. She was the girl of his dreams. He had a crush on her since year six when she had to give a speech in front of the class and was shaking so much she dropped her notes. She was the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. She couldn’t be serious.
“Just let me help you.”

And that’s how their friendship started. Y/N drove him to school every morning and didn’t let him walk in the rain. She sat beside him in class and went to lunch with him. She glared at everyone who made fun of him. Yelled at those who were mean to him. 
And Harry was happy. Over the moon even. The mean comments stopped, the bruises on his arms faded and he had a friend. Y/N was an absolute sweetheart and made him feel so loved and cared for.
Only that she didn’t care for him the way he cared for her. He had a crush on her before he knew her and now that he knew her he fell in love with her.
And she would never do that, he was sure of that. She might like him but that’s it. She might find him cute but nothing more.
Harry was fine with that as long as she would stay by his side. She made him happy, made him laugh and made him feel all warm inside. 
What was hard for him though was that she was so affectionate. She loved to play with his hands because they were so soft and warm and big and she just loved to hold them. She loved to hug him and she was one of those people who use their whole bodies while hugging, and Harry loved it. She loved to kiss him too, on his nose and cheek and shoulder and knuckles and just everywhere.
And she caught on to his reactions. How he would blush and squirm slightly whenever it got a bit too much for him and every time she watched with delight. The thing was that she liked him a whole lot. So much that she was sure she was falling for him. She loved his little quirks and how awkward he was. She loved his shyness. She loved everything about him that he hated.
Even though she kind of knew he felt the same way about her she was scared to do anything about it. She knew Harry had no experience with girls. She knew that he had no idea what to do and she was scared that if one of her kisses landed near his mouth he would run away.
It was difficult. So, so difficult. She was scared and he was shy. Where was this supposed to go?

When Y/N was ill for a day because of bad stomach cramps and didn’t come to school Harry wasn’t concerned about him in the slightest but more for her. During the day he noticed though that he should be concerned. The boys treated him like they did before he got Y/N as a friend, if not even worse. He had a cut on his arm from where he got shoved against the lockers so hard that the metal sliced through his skin and he was feeling dizzy from all the insults he had to listen to. It’s never been that bad.
And once he arrived at Y/N’s place with ice cream and heating pads and saw her lying in her bed, her eyebrows furrowed due to the pain he couldn’t stop his tears. They streamed down his cheek and sobs rocked his body and it was all too much. He dropped to the floor and hid his face in his hands so Y/N couldn’t see how weak he was.
For Y/N he wasn’t being weak though. For her he was the strongest person she ever met. She made her way to him and enveloped him in a tight hug, swaying their bodies from side to side.
She tried to calm him with little 'shhh’ sounds and kisses but it took time for his tears to stop streaming down his cheeks and his sobs to die down. But once they did he wrapped his arms around her body and hugged her tightly to his chest. He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing her scent in and pressing one single kiss to her shoulder. He never did that before, never kissed her before. It was always her who kissed him but he never returned her displays of affection. Not that he didn’t want to but he was nervous. Her kisses made him nervous as well as how close she would be when her lips puckered into a pout to press against his skin. 
What Y/N didn’t know or didn’t notice was how his breathing would quicken when she got close to him. Sometimes he would gasp slightly for breath and sometimes he needed his inhaler. Lately more often than not.
That was another reason why he wouldn’t kiss her. How awkward would it be if he tried to kiss her and then he couldn’t get any air in his lungs and-
"Harry? Harry, hey. I can feel you panicking. C'mon let’s lay down.“ Y/N spoke softly to him and reached out her hand to help him up off the floor. 
Harry lied down in her bed and almost moaned at the smell of her pillow, he loved her shampoo. Y/N lied down beside him and cuddled herself against his chest, wrapping one arm around his waist. She kept her other hand in his hair, scratching his scalp and running her fingers through his soft curls. 
When she tried to get closer by lifting his arm and wrapping it around her body Harry hissed and Y/N knew it wasn’t because she grabbed him to hard because she never touched him with anything but love. She sat up immediately staring at Harry with shock.
"Show me your arm.” she told him gently but with force behind her words.
"I-It’s nothing, really. J-Just a scratch. You know Kitty jumps at m-me sometimes a-and she d-did earlier.“ 
"Harry, show me your arm.” 
Harry closed his eyes briefly and sighed. He sat up and pulled his oversized pullover off his body. She heard her gasp as she saw the cut. It wasn’t bad or too big but it did look a bit scary.
"What happened? What did they do to you?“ she whimpered and traced her fingers over the wound.
"The usual.” Harry shrugged and looked down.
"Oh, darling.“ Y/N cried and hugged him again, so tightly this time that Harry had trouble breathing properly.
"S'okay.” he mumbled into her neck. 
"Was just a bit m-much today. You weren’t there and I-I missed you and then they picked on me again a-and hurt me and then I s-saw you laying there in p-pain and it was just too much.“ 
She pulled back to look at him and stroked his hair from his face. She felt guilty. Guilty for leaving him alone when she knew exactly what would happen.
"I’m sorry. So, so sorry. I should have never stayed at home and-” 
"S'not your f-fault. You were in pain t-today and I wouldn’t have l-let you go to school.“ 
Y/N sighed and nodded before she dropped her head to press her forehead against his. Harry could already feel his lungs struggling and his throat getting dry.
"Harry, I have to tell you something.” she whispered softly and pulled back a bit.
She took his hands in hers and stroked over his knuckles before she intertwined them. Then she took a deep breath.
"I always found you cute, way before we became friends. I found it cute that you would blush a lot and stutter and I liked it that you weren’t as stupid as those other boys. It always broke my heart when those guys were mean to you and I absolutely hated how your eyes would turn sad and how your hands would begin to shake. And once we became friends I found you even cuter. I love how quirky and happy you are around me. I love how I can make you blush and squirm when I kiss you. I love to make you giggle. I love how caring you are. I love how sweet you are. I fell in love with you, Harry. And I would really like it if I could hold your hand in school and hug you in front of everyone without you pulling away because you worry they’ll talk bad about me. And I would really like to kiss you on the mouth. And I would really like to make out with you. And-“ 
"I love you, too. I-I love you so goddamn much. I’ve been in l-love with you for s-so long but never did anything because I was so s-scared but I love you. So much.” he blurted out and grinned at her with the brightest smile she ever saw.
She grinned right back and hugged him quickly, giggling softly into his neck. Then she pulled back and cupped his face in her palms, stroking over his skin softly before she leaned down and pressed the softest kiss ever to his lips.
She pulled back a bit to see his reaction, his eyes were wide with shock and his lips parted. She touched her lips to his again, this time with a bit more force and longer, lingering against his. When she kissed him for the third time she suckled on his bottom lip gently and that was too much for Harry.
His heartbeat increased even more and his lungs felt like they were cramping, loud gasps leaving his mouth and panic flashing over his face.
Y/N got up from his lap immediately and reached into his backpack, searching for his inhaler. As soon as she had it she shook it and pressed it to his lips, Harry breathing in and immediately feeling relief wash over him.
“Better?” Y/N asked when he visibly calmed down and could breath almost normally again.
“Yeah.” he croaked out and closed his eyes for a moment to concentrate on his breathing.
Y/N rubbed his back in soothing circles, careful not to get too close to him so he wouldn’t start panicking again.
“What happened?” she questioned when he calmed down completely.
“Dunno.” he shrugged.
“Always happens when y-you’re close to me. Makes m-me nervous and then I-I can’t breath.” he sighed, his cheeks tinting pink.
“Is it because you don’t want me close?” she wondered.
“No, no. I want you c-close. All the time. B-But it’s the same with m-my stuttering, just happens.”
Y/N nodded and thought for a moment, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth.
“You should have told me you weren’t ready to kiss yet.”
“But I wanted to k-kiss you. I just n-never kissed anyone b-before so I d-don’t know what to do. Don’t want to e-embarrass myself.”
“Harry, you have nothing to worry about. It’s just me. It doesn’t matter if our teeth clash or it’s a bit sloppy. As long as I get to kiss you everything’s perfect.” she reassured him and stroked his cheek.
“Maybe w-we could try again? Without a panic attack?”
Y/N giggled and nodded, swinging one leg over his so she straddles his lap again and was in perfect position to kiss him again.
She cupped his cheeks and leaned in slowly, kind of letting him get used to the idea of being that close to her. Once their noses brushed she rubbed the tip of hers against his in a eskimo kiss before she tilted her head to the side and finally connected their lips. This time Harry followed her movements, doing what he thought he was supposed to do while kissing her. And Y/N appreciated him kissing back and wrapped her arms around his neck to get him closer.
She let him catch his breath then, making sure he was still okay. And he was. He definitely was okay.
He searched for her lips again as soon as she pulled back, pressing his lips to hers again and letting his feelings for her take over. The kiss was so intense that it sent electric shocks through both their bodies, their toes curling.

Once they both ran out of air because they kissed each other’s breath away the pulled back and smiled at each other with dopey smiles.
“Are you sure that was your first kiss?” she teased him.
“Pretty sure, yeah.”
“Then you’re a natural.”
“Think I need more practice though.” he grinned cheekily at her and kissed her lips over and over again.
Y/N squealed with joy, giggling against his mouth.
He didn’t stutter the last time he spoke and even though Harry paid no mind to it because he was too busy kissing his new girlfriend Y/N noticed. She also noticed that he wasn’t scared to embarrass himself anymore while kissing her, he let go of his fears and that was everything Y/N ever wanted him to do.
And she was more than happy that she was by his side during his journey.

anonymous asked:

Could you do an RFA + V and Saeran with an MC that thinks she's not good enough for them and that they should find someone else? And they're like heartbroken bc their love doesn't love themself and they wanna help? Sorry, I've been in a bit of a rough place and I kinda just want something cute and fluffy to feel a little better y'know?

Never before have I ever related to something so much


  • Yoosung had known ever since he’d first met you through the messenger that you were amazing
  • You always stuck up for him, you remembered him unlike everyone else, and you’d always made a point to call him every morning
  • THEN at the party, when Yoosung had arrived with a bandage over his eye, bleeding, and coughing you actually seemed worried for him
  • Of course Yoosung knew you were ‘The One’
  • It’d been exactly four months since you’d moved in together, and Yoosung is properly taking care of himself now.
  • He’s doing extremely better in school, eating healthier, sleeping properly, and even going so far as to exercise…occasionally….
  • That’s when he notices it, after the initial ‘Honey Moon’ phase of the relationship you begin acting differently
  • It’s not like you’re distancing yourself, but you keep putting yourself down any time the conversation turns on you
  • At first Yoosung thought you were just telling jokes but then he realizes that you say them too often for them to be taken as lightly as you try to make them
  • That night there was another party, this one being eight months in the making
  • The two of you had gone the whole nine yards, doing your best to look presentable
  • Maybe ten minutes before the two of you had to leave Yoosung saw this look of dejection on your face     
  • “MC, are you okay?”
  • “I don’t…I don’t get it.”
  • Yoosung’s heart shattered when he noticed you tearing up as you looked to the ground
  • “You’re too good for me, I can’t even compare to you. I don’t know how you put up with me.”
  • Now, every single shard of what was left of Yoosung’s heart stabbed into his skin
  • He couldn’t fathom how you’d think that you weren’t amazing
  • You could literally step on him and he wouldn’t care, because you are worth so much to him
  • He doesn’t know how to tell you all of this so he just embraces you, he stutters through his words as he’s trying to tell you how much you’re worth
  • From then on he does his best to stop every little joke you make and reassure you that you’re amazing


  • It had been late one night, Zen got home well after the two of you normally went to bed
  • He’d expected you to have gone to bed without him, leaving him to crawl in next to you
  • Instead he saw you pacing in the living room biting your nails
  • “MC are you okay?”
  • You jumped when you’d heard his voice, obviously having been stuck in your own world before he’d said anything
  • After a moment you nodded before continuing to bite your nail
  • “MC, please talk to me.”
  • As you wrapped your arms around yourself Zen was already reaching out to you, only to be greeted with your back to him
  • “I don’t know what I’m even thinking, convincing myself that you actually want to be in this relationship with me.”
  • The first thing Zen thinks is that you’re accusing him of cheating and his emotions flip, rendering him pissed
  • “-I mean, you’re so much better than me and yet you still do everything I ask. You practically wait on me hand and foot and I don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve you.”
  • Zen’s emotions did another flip, leaving him with whiplash
  • His heart broke, how could you ever think that you didn’t deserve him
  • He didn’t deserve you
  • You were everything Zen could’ve wished of and more
  • He goes on for more than three hours, holding you, telling you every little thing he loves about you
  • He always does his best to reassure you whenever he thinks you’re having especially bad days


  • The two of you were working in the coffee shop, figuring out a new recipe for Valentine’s Day which was coming closer and closer
  • It’d been maybe three hours and you’d finally figured out a new raspberry recipe and you were preparing to head home
  • Jaehee noticed you becoming increasingly more distant through the night, and at first she simply thought you were tired, it was pretty late
  • When the two of you got into bed that night instead of cuddling into her you had turned away, your back facing hers
  • Jaehee didn’t know if you were mad with her and she did want to ask but all of her words were lost when she noticed you shaking and sniffling
  • She slowly reached out to you, not knowing if you wanted to talk now or not
  • You jumped at her touch and then brushed her off before scooting away a bit more
  • “MC, are you alright?”
  • “Jaehee what do you even see in me?”
  • Everything in Jaehee’s mind went blank
  • She can see the stars in your eyes and every time you look at her it feels like the whole universe had been soaked into them and it’s just you and her alone in time and space
  • But how was she supposed to say that?
  • Instead, Jaehee stood up and crouched in front of you on the other side of the bed
  • “MC, I love you so much. I love you more than anything else in this world. Please know that.”
  • She isn’t the best with emotions, mostly because she was always focused on her work especially during her two years working under Jumin, but she tries to show you that she loves you more than anything and that you are worth everything and more


  • It’d taken so much time, 27 years exactly, for Jumin to really open up to anyone
  • Even then he was still learning how to come to you for things, he was so worried that he would say something and you would run away and he wouldn’t be able to get you back
  • The two of you were sitting on the balcony one night, watching as snow covered the city below
  • He noticed that you had slid yourself far enough away to where he could barely even rest an arm around you
  • He didn’t notice the way you began closing yourself off until that next morning when the two of you woke up together and you were silent all morning
  • “Sweetheart, is something wrong?”
  • You wrapped your arms around yourself and Jumin could feel the distance you were trying to put between the both of you
  • “You’re just, amazing okay? I don’t know how you even decided that you wanted to marry me, I’m nothing compared to you.”
  • Jumin didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to even comprehend this
  • Nothing compared to him?
  • He was nothing compared to you
  • “Please don’t say things like that, you are perfect in every way. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
  • He pulled you in close to him and prayed that you received the message as he held you as tight as he could without crushing you


  • Even after the two of you had saved Saeran there were days where he would push you away
  • He would tell you how you were worthless to him and how he was much better off without you
  • Of course Saeran would always tell you he didn’t mean it and that Saeyoung is just an asshole
  • It still weighed on your shoulders though until one day it broke you
  • You already knew you weren’t enough for Seven and then he even told you that you weren’t and never could be
  • You had actually began packing your things, ready to leave and take yourself out of Seven’s hands
  • But nothing could go easily
  • Seven walked into your room, looking ready to collapse onto your bed, when he saw you packing your suitcase
  • “MC, what are you doing?”
  • He automatically looked wide awake and you turned back to your things trying to hurry up the process
  • “I’m leaving; I know you don’t want me around anymore now that you have Saeran back. So I was going to spare you the time to tell me to leave.”
  • “What?! No!”
  • He basically fell as he rushed over to you tossing your suitcase across the room and grabbed you by your shoulders
  • “MC if you leave I will have nothing.”
  • “Saeran-“
  • “Saeran will leave to follow you, we both know he likes you more than me. Please don’t leave me.”
  • He kissed your forehead and wiped away your tears, “before you came into my life I was constantly depressed and I was ready to die. The only reason I didn’t was because I needed to save Saeran. Now I have you and you make me so happy, please don’t do this.”


  • You knew V was in a very long standing relationship with Rika
  • That was common knowledge to everyone
  • Now, you knew that Rika was toxic to V, but she was his sun and all you could think was that you’d never be able to match up to her in his eyes
  • Haha in his eyes V’s blind
  • The two of you were sitting on the couch, you were watching a movie and V was doing his best
  • You didn’t even know when it had started then, but you were thinking about what V would’ve done with Rika, how he’d probably had a much better time with her
  • As you were lying on top of him V could feel your body tense up
  • Immediately he began rubbing your arms trying to soothe you and rested his forehead against the top of your head
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • At first you shook your head and tried to refocus on the movie but V kept pushing it
  • “I’m just scared that I’ll never match up to Rika for you.”
  • V actually laughed
  • “MC, now that I’m with you and out of that relationship I know that she was manipulative; I mean, she blinded me MC. She threw acid in my eyes.”
  • He reached down and grabbed your hand, stroking it with his thumb
  • “You are so much more to me than Rika ever was, I love you so much. I’m never going to let anything happen to you.”


  • This boy had been destroyed by the people who he loved ever since he was born.
  • Even Seven had left him after some time and then his entire life crumbled and became worse than it had already been
  • You though, you were something else
  • You loved him for reasons unbeknownst to him and you were always there
  • No matter what he said or did you stood by him, you always defended him
  • Saeran wasn’t perfect though, like his brother he pushed you away but he was even worse. He knew exactly what to say to get under your skin
  • “You think I need you to help me? I would gladly throw you under a bus.”
  • Obviously kiddo didn’t mean that and that was just his way of protecting himself until he got too attached to you because he knew you were going to realize you deserved so much better
  • So he wouldn’t necessarily apologize but he would hug you and mumble in your ear about how great you were to try and counter act everything he said
  • It was the middle of the day, Saeran was in another one of his moods
  • “You’re so worthless I don’t know why I even keep you around.”
  • Normally you would laugh him off but this time you just stared at him, almost as though you were in another world
  • “You’re right.”
  • That left Saeran speechless
  • “What?”
  • And then you went off on this tangent about all the things that make you less than what Saeran deserves and he’s shaking by the time you’re done
  • “MC, please, you’re, you-“
  • He couldn’t even word anything coherently to prove to you that you were worth so much more than him.
  • He just grabbed one of your hands and tried to mentally tell you that he loved you more than anything

Originally posted by olisan

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REQUEST:  do you think you can write one more where the reader and chris and flirty best friends with benefits

REQUESTED BY: anonymus

PAIRING: Christoffer Schistad x reader

WARNINGS: sex language


– Oh my God, Christoffer Schistad!

Another day at the Nissan, another day of first year girls worshipping her best friend. It was typical, y/n was quite used to the fact that girls were practically drooling while looking at him. She laughed and shook her head looking at William, he shrugged while the two girls went toward Chris. He was well aware of the fact that they were totally mesmerized by him, so he flirted with them both and then went to her table and sit.

– Busy night about to come?

Asked Jacob while Chris was sitting next to y/n. She was always welcomed at the Penetrators’ table, being Chris and William’s best friend she was almost part of the group.

– Probably.

Chris said and the boys cheered, he smiled and started to drink his Coca-Cola.

– I like the blonde one.

Y/n said while looking at the two girls who just flirted with her best friend, he nodded.

– I think the ginger one will drive me insane.

He said and Jacob gave him five; she laughed and shook her head.

–Yeah, like no one else does!

Y/n said and opened a bottle of water; Chris looked at her and lifted the eyebrows while smirking. Just another normal day at the Nissen.

SUNDAY, 11:00 P.M.

– Y/n, It’s me!

Chris said from the other side of the door; she opened and smiled when he showed her the donuts he had brought her.

– I adore you!

She said and hugged him. She took the donuts box while he sat on the couch. Sunday was their day, they used to spend it together.

– So, how were the girls?

She asked sitting next to him and biting a donut, he shrugged.

– Nothing compared to you.

He said and she laughed. Chris and y/n were friends with benefits. No one knew but they started to fuck each other some months before. It all started during a Penetrators party at Jacob’s…

– I bet y/n is the best kisser in the whole Nissen.

Said Julian looking at her, she shrugged and opened a beer.

– You are probably right.

She said taking a shot, Chris smiled.

– Prove me.

He teased her thinking that she was not going to take him seriously. Y/n simply stood up from the couch, grabbed his face with both of her hands and crushed her lips against his. He remained so surprised that he couldn’t move for some seconds, then he pulled her closer and kissed her back. That kiss, accompanied by the screams and the whistles of the other boys, made them realize how much they craved each other. At the end of the party, he drove her home and decided to stay for the night. The rest, is history.

– Really?

She asked moving on him; he grabbed her by her hips and touched her butt while she was caressing the back of his neck.

– Absolutely.

He confirmed kissing her neck. She brushed her hair behind her ear and let him give her a love bite.

– You’re telling me that just to please me.

She teased him while removing her own shirt. Chris blew on the already red mark on y/n’s neck and gave her a kiss on the left collarbone.

– I’m telling you that because it’s true.

He said making her want more. She rubbed her body on his, already feeling his hard on pressing against her inner thighs.

– Schistad, shut up and fuck me.

She said; his eyes lighted up in lust while he took her and gently laid her down on the couch, he moved on her body and looked at her in the eyes.

– As you wish.

MONDAY, 9:00 P.M.

– Where is y/n?

Chris asked to William, he pointed at her. She was at the other side of the hallway, and she was talking to Jonas. Chris looked at her and saw her laugh while she was touching his shoulder; he knew her best friend, she was flirting and he was totally keen on her. Who wouldn’t have been? She was beautiful, smart, she was sarcastic and hot as hell.

– It looks like someone will have a busy night.

Said Theo when y/n joined them near William’s locker; she smiled and looked at him.

– Actually, he asked me on a date.

She said while blushing a little. Chris bit his lower lip and almost dropped his book.

– What? And you said yes? He is a first year!

He said, she looked at him in confusion; he was definitely overreacting.

– I find him cute.

She just said and he nodded.
Chris didn’t know what was happening, but he suddenly felt a rush of rage; he didn’t like the fact that she was going on a date with him and he didn’t know why.


– So, how did it go?

William asked sitting next to his best friend on the couch. Y/n shrugged while zapping and looking at the tv.

– He is lovely.

She said drinking her cappuccino. Chris looked away and swallowed a curse while William was asking her about the date. Chris heard almost nothing of what his best friend was saying, he was so mad and bothered that felt the necessity to stand up and go in the kitchen. Y/n stopped talking and looked at him in confusion, she thought he was listening but, apparently, she was wrong. William’s eyes meet hers and they understood each other, as always.

– Chris, wait, I want a snack.

Said William and y/n nodded making him understand that he needed to talk with Chris and figure out what was going on.

– What’s wrong with you?

William asked looking at him, he almost jumped out of his skin.

– What do you mean?

He asked, half confused and half scared.

– You said not even a word, you looked like you weren’t even listening. She’s our best friend and she seems to like that guy, at least you could pretend you care.

William reproached his best friend and he felt like he had stabbed him I the stomach. It was true, he was not being supportive, he was being an asshole and she was not even making him feel bad for it.

– I’m sorry, you are alright.

He apologized and looked away, he couldn’t bear the disappointment in William’s eyes.

– Would you explain me why?

He asked crossing his arms, Chris bit his lower lip and desperately run a hand through his hair. William was his best friend since always, he was his brother, he could trust him and he needed to get rid of that secret.

– I think I am jealous.

He admitted and blushed. William opened his mouth and looked at him in shock.

– Shit, you like her! I knew that, God!

He said and smiled, Chris was confused.

– Was it that fucking obvious?!

He asked opening his arms, his best friend bursting out laughing.

– To me, it was! You two are always flirting, you look at each other like you could undress the other with one look. I know the both of you, I remember the way you guys kissed at Jacobs’. Please, all the references and the dirty jokes, not to mention the amount of time you two spend together alone, if you guys are not fuckfriends then I am the Queen of England.

He explained and Chris almost chocked with his own saliva: William was impossible to fool, he knew them both too damn well.

– You need to tell her, mate.

William concluded and Chris sighed. He wanted to, really, but he was scared.

– What if I screw up our friendship?

He asked to his best friend. William put a hand on his left shoulder and looked at him.

– Chris, there is this chance, I will be honest. If you tell her and she’s not into you, then you’ll lose her for a while, but she will come back, she cares about you too much to let you go. If you don’t tell her, if you don’t take the risk, you’ll have to watch y/n being with someone else and I think this would totally destroy you.

William said. Chris nodded, his best friend knew how to use the words, he was his rational part, it had always been like this.

– Guys, are you two having an affair without including me?

Y/n voice made them both jump out of their skin. She was standing on the kitchen’s door with her arms crossed and she looked amused.

– I was telling Chris that, since when he practically finished all the cookies, I’m going to buy some. Plus, we would never have an affair without involving you.

William said; Y/n laughed looking at him while he was grabbing his jacket. Chris opened his eyes looking at William and he winked to his best friend.

– Y/n, do you want something?

William asked on the door, she frowned while thinking.

– Pancakes!

She enthusiastically said while searching for money in her pockets. William stopped her and gave her a peck on her cheek, she smiled and hugged him before he left Chris’ house.

– So, you were saying about Jonas?

Chris asked sitting on the couch, she shrugged sitting next to him.

– You don’t have to pretend you care. I know you don’t like Jonas because of Eva’s situation of the first semester.

She said and Chris shook his head.

– It’s not this. I want to know if he makes you happy.

He said surprising her. Chris was not the sentimental kind of person, it was rare that he talked about feeling so openly and directly. This was not his style and, even if she knew he wanted the best for her, that was the first time he spontaneously said to her.

– Too soon to say it.

She confessed and looked at him, he nodded.

– I just want you to be happy, you know that.

He said and she smiled looking at him. He was one of the most important person of her life, there were no doubts about that.

– Jacob asked me if we had sex already!

She said and laughed. Jacob was like this and that thing was supposed to make him laugh, instead he froze. Just the thought that someone could touch her in the way he did made him cringe.

– You can’t have sex with him.

The sentence just came out and he regretted in the exact moment he said it.

– What do you mean? You can have sex with the whole school but I can’t have sex with someone who’s not you, right?

She asked. Her voice was full of rage and disappointment. Of course she was mad, she thought he was being selfish from the sexual prospective, she couldn’t imagine he was being jealous.

– That’s not what I meant..

He said but she was already grabbing her jacket. He stood up and sighed.

– You are such an asshole, Chris. I don’t know what is going on with you, but please, get over it. I can’t bear your constant depressed attitude of this last two days.

She said while putting the jacket on and going toward the door. Chris bit his lower lip and rolled his eyes, screw everything, he was not letting her go.

– Y/n!

He called her and, in the moment when she turned around, he kissed her. She froze for a second, before realizing he was kissing her and not because they were having sex. This kiss was totally different from any other happened between them. This was sweet, patient, this was delicate and Chris was caressing her face while she was closing her eyes and getting involved. There was no rush, no aggressiveness, the kiss was taking its own time because it was intense, it was real and they were just discovering something new. For the first time, she felt something more than a passion, something more than a physical desire. She was kissing Christoffer, her best friend, and she was feeling love. She opened her lips and let his tongue in while hugging him and getting closer to his body. He gave her a last quick kiss and smiled on her lips.

– I was not being an asshole, I was just jealous.

He confessed and touched her hips. She crossed her hands behind his shoulder and laughed.

– I get that, Chris.

She joked and he nodded, his checks turning red.

– So, you like me.

She said moving a lock of his hair from his eyes, he shrugged.

– It seems so.

He admitted and she smiled.

– It seems that I like you back.

She admitted and bit her lower lip. His eyes lighted up while he was looking at her. A series of emotions crossed his face: doubt, surprise and then the realization.

– Really?

He asked in surprise, she laughed and caressed his check.

– Absolutely.

She said and he kissed her again. She could sense his smile on her lips and she realized she hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.

– So, we have to tell William.

She said and Chris lifted his eyebrows.

– Uhm.. he knows.

He said and looked at his best friend. She seemed confused at first, then she connected all of the dots.

– That bastard! That’s why you guys spent a lifetime talking in the kitchen and then he left.

She said laughing and Chris joined her while caressing her back.

– What are you going to say to Jonas?

Chris asked curious and looked at her. She caressed the back of his neck and shrugged.

– That I have feelings for my fuckfriend.


T y ‘ s   l e t t e r   t o   A n n a b e l

you might not know me, but we are related. My name is Tiberius Blackthorn.
My family and I are looking for the Black Volume of the Dead. We know you have it, because my brother Julian saw you take it from Malcolm Fade.
I’m not blaming you. Malcolm Fade is not our friend. He tried to hurt our family, to destroy us if he could. He’s a monster. But the thing is, we need the book now. We need it so that we can save our family.

We’re a good family. You would like us if you knew us.

There’s me- I’m going to be a detective.  

There is Livvy, my twin, who can fence.

And Drusilla, who loves everything scary.

And Tavvy, who like stories read to him.  

There is Mark, who is part faerie. He’s an excellent cook.

There is Helen, who was exiled to guard the wards, but not because she did anything wrong.

And Emma, who isn’t a Blackthorn but is like our extra sister anyway. 

And there is Jules. You might know him the best. He is the one who takes care of us all. He is the reason we’re all okay and still together. I don’t think he knows we know that, but we do. Sometimes he might tell us what to do or not listen, but he would do anything for any of us.

People say we’re unlucky because we don’t have parents. But I think they’re unlucky because they don’t have a brother like mine.
Don’t think I’m asking you to do us a favor for nothing in return. Julian can help you. He can help anyone.

You can’t want to be running and hiding. I know what happened to you, what the Clave and Council did. Things are different now.

Let us explain. Let us show you how you don’t have to be exiled or alone. You don’t have to give us the book. We just want to help.
We’re at the London Institute. Whenever you want to come, you’d be welcome.



                                                                             Tiberius Nero Blackthorn

I once read that if you’re ever faced against somebody who is about to kill you, tell them personal information about yourself.
As humans, we have the ability to dehumanized each other and forget that we each feel, or have lack of feeling.
The purpose is to remind them you are more than a vessel, but somebody who wakes up every morning… Somebody who lives.
So I ask of you, not as a murderer, but as somebody I believe is going to hurt me gravely,
I grew up in a city where everybody knew my name.
I have a birth mark on the bridge of my nose.
My parents would die for me.
I am loved.
I know you are going to destroy the entire foundation of who I am,
and even worse, I will allow you to,
but before you do,
Say my name out loud. Remember who I am.
Please, be gentle.
—  Katey Chrest

“it was like dying a little every day. it was like being alive, too. it was a joy so complete it was pain. it destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. i hated it, because i knew i couldn’t escape it, and knew it would forever change me. and that witchling … i loved her, too. i loved her in a way i cannot describe–other than to tell you that it was the most powerful thing i’ve ever felt, greater than rage, than lust, than magic.”

5 love lines/moments in books that got me right in the fucking heart (male character edition) SPOILERS

5.) Origin by Jennifer L. Armentrout

There’re eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There’re one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day.”
Her brow knitted. “Okay. I’ll take your word for it.”
“I’m right.” I tapped my finger against my head. “A lot of useless knowledge up here.
Anyway, are you following me? There’re one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week.
Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what?”

She smiled. “What?”
“I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you.” Part of me
couldn’t believe something that cheesy had come out of my mouth, but it was also so beauti fully true. “I want a year’s worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.”

Her chest rose sharply as she stared at me, eyes widening.
I took one more step and then went down on one knee in front of her, in a towel.
Probably should have put some pants on. “Do you want that?” I asked.
Kat’s eyes met mine, and the answer was immediate. “Yes. I want that. You know I want that.”
“Good.” My lips curved up. “So let’s get married.”

4.) Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

Say my name again,” he whispers.

I close my eyes and lean forward. “Étienne.”

He takes my hands into his.Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. “Anna?

Our foreheads touch. “Yes?”

“Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.”

3.)Raze by Tillie Cole

“My Kisa-Anna… my solnyshko… God put a piece of your blue eyes in mine so we would always know we matched…”

2.) Unravel Me/Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi

You destroy me.
"Juliette,” he says and he mouths the name, barely speaking at all, and he’s pouring molten lava into my limbs and I never even knew I could melt straight to death.
I want you,” he says. He says “I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you.” He says it like it’s a lit cigarette lodged in his throat, like he wants to dip me in warm honey and he says “It’s never been a secret. I’ve never tried to hide that from you. I’ve never pretended I wanted anything less.”
“You-you said you wanted f-friendship-”
“Yes,” he says, he swallows, “I did. I do. I do want to be your friend. He nods and I register the slight movement in the air between us. ”I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend,“ he says. "The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body, Juliette-
“No,” I gasp. “Don’t-don’t s-say that-”
I want to know where to touch you,” he says. “I want to know how to touch you. I want to know how to convince you to design a smile just for me.” I feel his chest rising, falling, up and down and up and down and “Yes,” he says. “I do want to be your friend.” He says “I want to be your best friend in the entire world.
I want so many things,” he whispers. “I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.” His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says “I want this up.” He tugs on the waist of my pants and says “I want these down.” He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it’s racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never,” he says, he breathes, “never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it.”
And I drop dead, all over the floor.
I can’t understand why I can still hear him speaking because I’m dead, I’m already dead, I’ve died over and over and over again.
He swallows, hard, his chest heaving, his words a breathless, shaky whisper when he says “I’m so-I’m so desperately in love with you-


Did you know,” he’s whispering, “that I wake up, every morning, convinced you’ll be gone?

Wake up, I keep telling myself. Wake up. Pay attention.

That all of this,” he says, “these moments, will be confirmed as some kind of extraordinary dream? But then I hear you speak to me,” he says. “I see the way you look at me and I can feel how real it is. I can feel the truth in your emotions, and in the way you touch me,” he whispers, the back of his hand brushing my cheek.

My eyes flicker open. I blink once, twice.

His lips are set in a soft smile.

“Aaron,” I whisper.

I love you,” he says.

My heart no longer fits in my chest.

Everything looks so different to me now,” he says. “It feels different. It tastes different. You brought me back to life.” He’s quiet a moment. “I have never known this kind of peace. Never known this kind of comfort. And sometimes I am afraid,” he says, dropping his eyes, “that my love will terrify you.

1.) A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas


Rhys straightened. ”You’d- make me food?
"Heat,” I said. “I can’t cook.”
It didn’t seem to make a difference. But whatever it was, the act of offering him food… I dumped some cold soup into a pan and lit the burner. “I don’t know the rules,” I said, my back to him. “So you need to explain them to me.”
He lingered in the center of the cabin, watching my every move. He said hoarsely, “It’s an… important moment when a female offers her mate food. It goes back to whatever beats we were a long, long time ago. But it still matters. The first time matters. Some mated pairs will make an occasion of it- throwing a party just so the female can formally offer mate food… That’s usually done amongst the wealthy. But it means that the female… accepts the bond.”
I stared into the soup. “Tell me the story- tell me everything.”
He understood my offer: tell me while I cooked, and I’d decide at the end whether or not to offer him that food.”

But I couldn’t…I couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. I still can’t stay away.”

“You love me?”
Rhys nodded.
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.
I set the bowl down before him. “Then eat.”