just looking at him dead makes me want to cry

UNDERTALE starters
  • “…But nobody came.”
  • “I… I’ve changed my mind about all this. This isn’t a good idea anymore.”
  • “YOU! You’re standing in the way of everybody’s hopes and dreams!”
  • “I don’t want to break their hearts all over again. It’s better if they never see me.”    
  • “Despite everything, it’s still you.”
  • “Ah, the cactus. Truly the most tsundere of plants.”
  • “Go ahead. Prepare however you want. But when you step forward… I will KILL you.”
  • “It’s me, [name].”
  • “Wow! We haven’t even had our first date and I’m in the friendzone!”
  • “It pains me to say this, but… you should probably never come back here.”
  • “Maybe looking at this nice lamp will help you.”
  • “There is nothing left for us here. Let us erase this pointless world, and move on to the next.”
  • “They thought that he had killed the child.”
  • “Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off.”
  • “We’re all counting on you, kid. Good luck.”
  • “Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming… Perfect weather for a game of catch.”
  • “You can certainly find better than an old man/woman like me.” 
  • “I do not know if this is pathetic or endearing.”
  • “Oh. My god. I didn’t expect you to show up so soon! I haven’t showered, I’m barely dressed, it’s all messy, and…”
  • “You’re way better at dating than I am.”
  • “Get dunked on!”
  • “This is the power that the humans feared.”
  • “They must be here, playing a joke on me. I’ll just wait until one of them admits it…”
  • “…You really like hot animals, don’t you?”
  • “It was nice to meet you. …Goodbye.”
  • “On days like this, kids like you should be burning in Hell.”
  • “Remember. DON’T kill anyone. …I can’t believe this is a REAL thing I have to remind you.”
  • “…Why are you still here? Are you trying to keep me company?”
  • “You should be smiling, too. Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy?” 
  • “Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is SO much more interesting.”
  • “What makes you think you’re in control?”
  • “Never come back here. You are not welcome.”
  • “Why does someone as great as me have to do so much to get recognition?!”
  • “You made your choice long ago.”
  • “Don’t you realize that being nice just makes you get hurt?”
  • “So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand.”
  • “I didn’t cry! I just… caught something in my eye!”
  • “You know what would be more valuable to everyone? IF YOU WERE DEAD!”
  • “Look. [Name] didn’t come to the meeting today. Say what you want about him/her/them. H/She’s/They’re weird, naive, self-absorbed. But [name] has NEVER missed a meeting. And no matter what time you call him/her/them on the phone… Night, day, afternoon, morning… He/she/they ALWAYS answers within the first two rings.”
  • “Anything you want to do is important enough. Even something as small as reading a book, or taking a walk… Please take your time.“
  • “[Name] hated humanity. Why they did, they never talked about it. But they felt very strongly about that.”
  • "If you… If you think I’m gonna give up hope, you’re wrong. ‘Cause I’ve got my friends behind me.”
  • “Perhaps we can reach a compromise. You still have something that I want.”
  • “Always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first.”
  • “No matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing. You refused to hurt anyone.”
  • “This is why I never make promises.”
  • “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “
  • “Honestly, fighting you IS pretty fun… So even if you ARE a sicko, I’ll take it!”
  • “Maybe you’d be better… at not killing anyone? Crazy idea, huh? Let me know how that one goes.” 
  • “Did I ever tell you about the time [name] flirted with me?”
  • “Now, I understand acting in self-defense. You were thrown into those situations against your will.”
  • “You’d better watch yourself, kid. Things are lookin’ real bad for you.”
  • “Are you ready? If you are not, I understand. I’m not ready either…”
  • “Oh my God! Will you two just smooch already?”
  • “Don’t you get it? There’s no such thing as happy endings. This is all that’s left…!”
  • “The internet! I’m quite popular there!”
  • “Do you think even the worst person can change…? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?”
  • “Don’t worry about it. Most of us have tried to kill [name] at one time or another.”
  • “Wowie! You did it! You didn’t do a violence!”
  • “Not everything can be resolved by being nice.”
  • “Don’t kill, and don’t be killed, alright? That’s the best you can strive for.” 
  • “Oh no! You’re meeting all of my standards!”
  • “Anime is real, RIGHT?!”
  • “Maybe you’re wondering if I ever get tired of winning… Wanna see my answer?”
  • “Sorry, I do not have much to say. It was nice to hear your voice, though.”
  • “This is all just a bad dream… and you’re NEVER waking up!”
  • “Down here, it’s kill or be killed!”
  • “I can’t come back. I just can’t, OK?”
  • “I so badly want to say, ‘would you like a cup of tea?’ But… You know how it is.”
  • “Would you smooch a ghost?”
  • “The truth is… [Name] wasn’t really the greatest person.” 
  • “Well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now. But you didn’t get this far by giving up, did you?” 
  • “You’re not really human, are you? No. You’re empty inside. Just like me.”
  • “Are you bored? I should have given a book to you. My apologies. Why not use your imagination to divert yourself?”
  • “I’ll hold victory in front of you, just within your reach… and then tear it away just before you grasp it.”
  • “Come on! Step forward and let’s end this!”
  • “Don’t you get it? This is all just a GAME.”
  • “Are those two robots…?”
  • “If you have some sort of special power… isn’t it your responsibility to do the right thing?”
  • “Stop plaguing my life with incidental music!”
  • “Self-defense? Please. You didn’t kill them because you had to. You killed them because it was easy for you. Because it was fun for you. Do you think it was fun when I found out…? Do you think it’s fun when people’s family members never come home? Is that fun? No. “
  • “I wish I had eight legs… so I could wear FOUR pairs of hot pants!”
  • “The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”
  • “I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”
  • “They just sort of showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town’s gotten a lot more interesting since then.”
  • “Our king is really bad at names.”
  • “If it weren’t for you, I would’ve never gotten past him. But now, with your help, he’s DEAD.”
  • “Then why’d you kill my brother/sister?”
  • “I’ve done everything this world has to offer. I’ve read every book. I’ve burned every book. I’ve won every game. I’ve lost every game. I’ve appeased everyone. I’ve killed everyone.”
  • “What did you do to him? …What did you DO to him?!”
  • “…I don’t have the heart to tell her what you did. Do you know how she’d react?”
  • “You didn’t even need my help, which is great, ‘cause I love doing absolutely nothing.”
  • “I’m smiling and I hate it!”
  • “Do you wanna have a bad time? 'Cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.”
  • “If we’re really friends… you won’t come back.”
  • “Did you really think I was gonna be satisfied… killing you only ONE time?”
  • “I remember when I first woke up here, in the garden. I was so scared. I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs…”
  • “Even after all this time, you’re still the only one that understands me.”
  • “Why do I always get the freaks?”
  • “It’s possible that you may have a problem.”
  • “What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…”
  • “I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”
  • “If you’re so scared, why do you keep winking?”
  • “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

pairing: evan hansen x reader

word count: 1000

warnings: self harm 

a/n: i was gonna do this w/ connor originally bc i got a request but i saw a really similar one floating around (i think the same person sent the requests hahah) and i DIDNT wanna copy so… here’s this with evan instead??? enjoy & stay safe!!! i love u and my inbox is always open!!! <3 

“I… I s-saw them.”

Evan’s voice is quiet – hushed to a whisper – but you still hear it crack in the middle of his sentence.

“What?” you demand, whirling around. “When?”

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Daryl x Reader - Loss (30 Days series)



–> DAY 1

–> DAY 2

–> DAY 3

–> DAY 4

–> DAY 5

–> DAY 6

–> DAY 7

DAY 8: Death of someone close

–> DAY 9

So, I want to do this challenge with the pairing “DarylxReader”.

I’ll try to upload a story everyday, I hope you like it!

–> Requests are open by the way

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

(This chapter take place during season 3)

Warning: angst and fluff


Merle and Michonne were gone, and since everybody knows that Merle works for the Governor, we couldn’t help but worry.

“ I can’t believe Merle did something like that” I said  while walking with Daryl toward his bike.

Since we notice Merle and Michonne disappearance, almost everyone starts to prepare for the research.

“Well, it’s not that our group has a really good relationship with him” says Daryl.

“Well he’s an asshole”

At that he stops and turns looking  at me, grinning:

“You better watch your mouth sunshine, he’s still my brother”.

With that said, he get on his bike.

I get on too, circling his waist with my arms and laying my head on his back… I really like feeling this close to him.


While we’re running along the road, I can’t help to think about what Daryl told me about his past.

How could Merle be related to Daryl? They’re so different and, even if Merle did a lot of bad things, Daryl will never give up on him.

He doesn’t talk about his feelings and shit like that but I could read it on his eyes: despite everything he’ll always care about his brother.

Daryl abruptly stops the bike: “(Y/n) look at that!”

A little up ahead from us, there were some kind of building with a lot of walkers roaming around:

“There are a lot of walker… do you think they took shelter in there?”

“I don’t know, Merle is really impulsive, he definitely would fight all those walkers rather than hide, anyway let’s take a look”

Nodding, I get off  the bike and take out my machete while Daryl get ready with his crossbow.

“Are you ready sunshine?”

“Yes, let’s go”

So we spend time taking down all walkers that came near us, we fight and fight until we were covered in blood and guts.

“Hey Daryl, look at that”

most walkers I took down were killed with gunshot, they didn’t seem dead for long time and that was strange.

Even if I call him, Daryl didn’t come to me so I turn around, ready to call him again when suddenly I understand why he ignored me.

Daryl was standing still, crying.

He was looking at a particular walker, that slowly was making his way toward my man.

I get ready to take it down when all of sudden I recognize that walker: It was Merle.

He has a bullet wound on his heart like the other walkers.

I take Daryl hand into mine: “Do you… do you want me to put him out of his misery?”

“Nah… I’ll do it” Daryl sobbed and start walking toward Merle.

At first he just push him away, still crying, then, when Merle fall on the ground, Daryl takes his knife and stabs him on his head.

However his brother was already dead, Daryl start to cry and screaming in rage, stabbing Merle’s head repeatedly.

I rush toward him and I finally hug him, he bury his head into the crook of my neck, still sobbing loudly

“Sssh… I know baby, I’m here”

Seeing him like that broke my heart, I really wanted to cry but I had to stay strong for him. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

When we got back at the prison, Daryl didn’t say a word and walked into our cell while I tell the others what happened earlier.

I also beg them to leave Daryl alone, he needs time to mourn his brother.

Later that night I walked to our cell; Daryl was laying on our bed, looking at the ceiling with red puffy eyes.

“Hey… you need to rest”

“I know…it’s just… I see him every time I close my eyes”

He sobbed again, so I decide to lay besides him, and hug him.

He looked like a little child: “Daryl, we will get through this together, I’m here for you”

He didn’t answer, he just lay a little kiss on my neck.   

“I’ll always be by your side” I whisper before falling asleep.


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Yuri Plisetsky deserves the world

If anyone ever tries to tell me that Yuri Plisetsky is heartless and rude, is immediately dead to me.

Look at him. JUST LOOK AT HIM. He’s CRYING after his FS routine. And to my perspective he could be crying for numerous reasons.

  1. He’s put his sweat and blood into his senior debut and all of his routines he just wants to let it all out because he’s just SO FUCKING TIRED.
  2. He’s thinking about his loved ones, and how he will make them proud. He’s thinking about his grandfather, Otabek, Lilia and Yakov, Yuuri and Victor. He wants them to look at him and see his efforts.
  3. This probably got him so emotional, he was probably thinking about his past, something we don’t know a lot about.
  4. He just wants his efforts to be payed off, even after Yuuri’s flawless skating.
  5. He was so passionate about getting Yuuri to not retire, heck, he probably even IDOLISED YURI FROM THE BEGINNING. He didn’t want Yuuri to retire.
  6. Overall, he put so much energy to this routine, because he wanted to send a message to all his loved ones. He wanted his loved ones to see what he’s capable of, and MOSTLY JUST WANTED THEM TO BE PROUD OF HIM, AND THAT’S ALL HE EVER WANTED.

And his efforts DID PAY OFF IN THE END. Just look at how proud Otabek looks here:

That’s right. Now look at the others: HIS GRANDFATHER.

He’s SO SO SO proud. Now look at Lilia and Yakov:

Lilia is LITERALLY smiling. When have we ever seen her smile? Now, lastly look here:

Yuri is finally recognised for his efforts at the end of his senior debut. Yuri’s love has grown so big over the year, and he just wants to show it to those people. And now those people acknowledge the love Yuri has for them and are THRILLED OF HIS DEVELOPMENT, BECAUSE THEY LOVE HIM BACK.

And Yuri deserves it. Because he has worked so hard.

Y u r i    d e s e r v e s    t h e    w o r l d.

Please stay with me tonight (Draco x Reader)

You can read Part 2 here!

It was two in the morning when you finally decided that you crawl out from your bed after hours and hours suffering. You went to bed early because you were tired, but when your soul is exhausted it’s not something that sleep is going to fix. You take on a big hoodie and tiptoed out from your dorm, went down the common room to the dungeon’s corridor. It was a silent but snowy night outside, so when you were on the third floor you sit up on a window sill and started staring the landscape.

Sixth year at Hogwarts, but something has always tickled your brain. You loved here, you had a lot of friends - even from other houses. And yes, it was a big deal, because most of the students was prejudiced towards the Slytherins. You hate that, because you loved your house. There were mean people in there, yes, but you also got some really good friends, even your bests. Despite of this, you decided that you’ll show that you’re not what everybody thinks of Slytherins. You were kind with others, helpful, and sometimes saved those innocent first years from your abusive housemates. Firstly they didn’t approve that much, but your tounge was sharp and your mind was quick, so after a bit time everybody decided that it’s better if they’re not messing with you. You didn’t like to hurt other people’s feelings, but your ego never lets to shut your mouth if somebody started picking on you.

As a pureblooded Slytherin, your aunt was very proud of you, although you never really cared about blood status. You tired to be kind with everyone. Like a Hufflepuff. Sometimes you were brave like a Gryffindor, you studied nearly as much as a Ravenclaw, and you were proud and ambitious like a Slytherin. And because of this, you felt you don’t fit in anywhere.

You heard footsteps in the distance, so you placed your hand in your wand, just in case.
The shape came closer, and you saw the boy’s pale face. The face that look much paler on the snowy night’s light, the face that could look even scary if his lips didn’t smirk at you when the blue-grey eyes recognised you. The face that you loved and hated to see at the same time. 

„What are you doing here, darling? It’s almos three in the morning.” - Draco asked, smirk still on his face, but also looked concerned.

„I could ask the same for you.”

„You see, I’m a prefect, so I have to. In the other hand, you should be on your bed. I should punish you…” - he winked at you, smiling. Always the jokes. You didn’t answer, you wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Especially not with your crush. Because who else could be your crush than the boy who think nobody is good enough for him? The truth is, you were hopelessly in love with him. You always had a little crush on him since your first years, but in the last two years it’s just grew bigger. It started when he accidentally caught you crying; you didn’t tell him why and he didn’t forced you, but he comforted you. From that day, you had a lot of deep conversations and he opened up to you completely. You could finally see that he has a soft side and how much he deserve to be loved. Despite of this you didn’t tell him you felt in love with him. He was too important to you now, and you didn’t want to scare him or ruin your friendship.

„Are you okay?” - he continued after you turned your head from him. You were just about to cry, and you were sure that if he didn’t stop to push you, you’ll cry. He stepped closer to you and gently put his hand on your back - it was enough you to shiver. Even if he was your best friend, he almost never touched you or hugged you in front people; he didn’t like the idea that others may accidentally realize that he has a soft side and his heart is not made from ice and stones.

„I’m okay, Draco, just coudn’t sleep. That potion test coming soon and you know, I’m overstressed and all, so I’m just came here.” - his face expression told that he didn’t believe what you said. You didn’t even believed what you said. 

„Stop it, Y/L/N. What’s happened? Is somebody hurt you?”

What’s wrong? Well, everything.

 „No, of course not. I rather going to sleep. Night!” - you climbed down from the window sill and were about to go, but Draco caught your wrist, a bit too hard, and pulled you closer to himself. He slowly make one more step closer to you and released your wrist, but a moment later his hand was on your cheek. Now you were really close to crying.

 „Sweetheart, even if you’re a good liar, I know you too well”. - Not well enough, because in that case you should know that I’m crazy for you. „So, please tell me, who hurt you?”

 „Nobody, really.” – You brushed away his hand from your face. – „Just…” - you started and looked up him in the eye, in his beautiful, grey eyes that looked like a morning sky after a big storm. His face was serious, he really cared about what you wanted to say, and it was enough for you to stop talking and hug him. He was speechless, and you hugged him so hard like you were afraid that if you don’t, you will falling.

 „Y/N…” - he wishpered, very quiet, while he was place one of his hands on your waist, and the other on your head, gently stroke your hair. „Talk to me, darling. Tell me what’s wrong.”

 The fact that he is holding you in his arms, the feeling of his touch and his gentle words melted you; you didn’t want to cry anymore, you just wanted to be in his arms.

 „I’m tired, Draco. Everybody think that I’m so pleased with my perfect life, but I’m not. And I miss you, I hardly see you nowadays. Please don’t leave me you too.” – your voice was low, and a memory of your dead family makes the tears fall out from your eyes, down on your cheek. Draco gently pushed you away with a confused look.

 „What do you mean? „Me too”?”

 You never talked about your parents to your friends. Not even with him. Now you felt you should.

 „My family…” Deep breath. „My father was an auror. He was very obsessed with capture every Death Eaters. He was way too much reckless.” – Tears falling down on your cheek, but you stayed calm. The pale boy cup your face one of his hands and wiped of your tears.

„Two years ago dark wizards killed them along with my nine year old brother.”

 There was a deep silence, and you was about to say something, when he asked you.

 „Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone?”

 „I don’t wanted you or anyone else to feel sorry for me!” – you cried. – „I didn’t need that. I only need that you to stay close to me!” – your voice was desperate and tearful. You wonder when was the last time when anybody see you in this condition; probably sometime in your childhood.

 „Listen, love.” – his stormy eyes looking at yours, and maybe if yours wouldn’t have been tearful, you’d saw that his was full of tears too. – „I will never ever let you go. I’ll never leave you alone, you hear me? If you need me, come to me. I won’t push you ever again, love.” – he pulled you closer, kissed you on your forehead, and you couldn’t say a word anymore, just sobbing in silence. His calm voice and the way that he called you love made you relaxed. He could always find a way to comfort you.

He accompanied you back to the Slytherin common room. You sat down on a couch, pointed on a fireplace with your wand while you murmured „incdendio”. The fire warmed you up immediately. Draco was still holding your hand, since you refused to let him go even for a moment in the hallways, but now he pulled away.

„Please stay with me tonight.” – you said quickly with a trembling voice. Firstly he stared at you like he doesn’t want to, but then he smiled at you, picked up a blanket from the couch, and sat back down next to you. You pulled up your legs on the couch and placed your head on Draco’s shoulder while he embraced you and slowly stroked your arm.

„Don’t keep secrets from me, Y/N. I want to help you, and it hurts if I see you like this way. I’m so sorry that happened to you, I couldn’t even imagine… but you really shouldn’t suppress your feelings.” – he whispered, his head againts yours.

„Funny that you’re saying that, Mr. Always Express My Feelings.” You could sense that he was smiling even if you didn’t saw his face.

„Yes, very funny. Now promise me that you’ll always talk to me if something or someone hurt you.”

„Okay. I promise.”

You hated to lie to him, but no way you’ll tell you’re in love with him. There were silence after that and both of you fell asleep.

What you didn’t know is he had a very same problem with his feelings about you.


anonymous asked:

Angst? How about the rfa+V and saeran learning that after many times trying MC lost the baby and the doctor tells them there are low possibilities to actually being able to have a baby?

Thaaaank you for this request and i hope you like it!( Don’t hate me because it’s shitty)!(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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  • You’ve not been feeling very well recently, so he takes you to the doctor.
  • He’s always smiling and reassuring you that everything is fine…
  • But he’s scared.
  • He knows how hard it was to get you to be pregnant.
  • Now you’re and he’s really happy about it!
  • But you’re in pain and he doesn’t like this, he’s worried about you and the baby.
  • But he has to put a fake smile on his face and say that “Everything was going to be fine”.
  • After some exams, tests, the doctor is back, with a not so happy face.
  • You and Yoosung were smiling because he was being a sweet like always, but when you both saw the doctor face, that smile fade away.
  • “…I have bad news…Your baby…Is dead…You have really low possibility to actually have a baby”
  • You froze and Yoosung froze…Some tears are falling from your eyes, but you can’t have a proper reaction, actually, you can’t even have a reaction right now.
  • “I’m sorry…" 
  • After that, Yoosung began to cry, a lot looks like all the strength he was building all fell apart.
  • He just can’t believe….He hugs you and you two are crying so much right now.
  • After that, everything was a little more difficult, you guys can try to have a baby again…Yeah, maybe you guys can do it, a lot of women already had those problems and have a child in their arms now.
  • His strength is back, he needs to be strong, look at you, you’re.
  • But maybe, at least now, the best decision is to adopt…You guys will love this child live you guys would love your own son.
  • Actually, this kid is our son now.
  • And the smiles are back again.
  • This is what he dreamed about…An adoption…
  • But his depression is getting the best of him now…You can’t trust him to take care of a child no more.


  • He’s so protective right now…!
  • It was so hard to get you pregnant, so he’ll treasure you and this prince or princess, or maybe both!
  • Zen’s just so happy right now, oh god, he’s smiling so much that his face hurts!
  • But one day you saw a little blood on your pants, you tell Zen that, for you, it must be nothing, but he’s worried.
  • He takes you to the hospital.
  • He’s worried but he’s like “Stop Zen, you’re being dramatic again”
  • After the tests and exams the doctor enters the room, Zen was singing to you, and you were laughing, he loves to make you good in hard times.
  • “I have some bad news for you guys” Zen stopped singing, and he looks at the doctor…Well, bad news…Nothing can be that bad…Right? That was what he was thinking.
  • “Your baby is dead…You have low possibilities to actually have a baby…We will have to make a surgery to take out the child from you, i’m—”
  • Zen cut the doctor out “NO!” he was saying in the verge of tears, angry at the situation, he just can’t believe 
  • “NOBODY WILL TAKE MY CHILD FROM ME, AND FROM MY WIFE! WE TAKE SUCH A CARE…! THIS CAN’T BE POSSIBLE” He was crying, angry, screaming at the doctor who was surprised by his action.
  • “ISN’T THAT RIGHT MC?!” He looks at you, this was too much for you, you know that was nothing that you two can do now, so you were crying “MC…?”
  • At that moment he realizes…How weak, he was being, look at you, you were the mother, you’re suffering and he’s like a child now.
  • “I’m sorry babe…I’m sorry…” He hugs you, and you cry on his shoulder while he was looking up, promising that everything was going to be alright.
  • All that situation didn’t change Zen, he thinks that not because something doesn’t work one time, or two, it’s going to be like that forever.
  • He’ll always try, try to have a kid with you.
  • But every day he cries because of the little princess that he hasn’t the chance to protect.
  • He failed…


  • He’s just too happy that he can actually have a family with you.
  • You made him a very, very happy.
  • But he’s concerned, it was hard to you be pregnant, so he hires a lot of doctors when you’re actually pregnant.
  • Jumin always thinks about all the possibilities, but he couldn’t even imagine that this was going to happen.
  • He came to the hospital after Jaehee informed you that something happened, that the doctor needs to have certain of one thing…
  • When he got there, he wanted to enter your room but the doctor stopped him, he was listening to you crying, he doesn’t know why, but he wants to comfort you.
  • The doctor just looked at him “Your wife lost the baby…I’m sorry…But the chances that she can have a baby one day is very low…” Jumin grabs the doctor by his coat.
  • His face, his eyes, you could read from there a lot of emotions…Sadness, frustration, pain…Anger.
  • The doctor seems surprised, but Jumin doesn’t care
  • He realizes that your cry gets louder, you were hearing his words…And probably…That was hurting you so much.
  • He pushes the doctor and enters that room, he looks at you, you look at him, he can see the pain in your eyes…
  • And you can see the pain in his.
  • After that, he realizes that you need him now…He needs to stop acting like that.
  • When you get out of that hospital after all that procedures, he’ll cry on your shoulder, letting all that he was keeping.
  • That was hard, but Jumin Han is not a quitter.
  • The doctor says that chances were very low, not nonexistent,
  • And he can’t look at the crib that you guys already purchased without crying.
  • That hurts…That hurts so much…
  • That heart that everybody thinks that he doesn’t have…It’s broken now.


  • He’ll finally have a family now!
  • Hey, look at this dad shirt i bought! Look, one mommy short and one baby shirt!
  • MC, you’re going to use this!
  • What? You think this is cringing? This is love!
  • He’s all smiles right now.
  • But when you said to him that was a little of blood coming out of you, his face is suddenly serious…
  • But after some while, he smiles “Well, i’m sure this is nothing…But let’s go to the hospital” You smile and nod.
  • But in the car, you can see he’s all serious again…
  • After those exams, those tests, the doctor come, Seven was being a dork, making you laugh…Looks like he was preparing you for something.
  • “…I don’t have good news” You two look at the doctor who sighs “…Your child is death…Was a spontaneous abortion…Your chances to actually have a baby is very low…I’m sorry…We’ll need to take the baby out of you.”
  • You start to cry, was so hard for you to get pregnant…And now you lost it? 
  • But Seven’s on the other hand…Is just serious.
  • He hugs you, letting you cry on his shoulder, you’re surprised at how much he’s strong, even in this situation.
  • Before the procedure he kissed your belly, saying the last goodbye with a sad smile on his face.
  • If you don’t want to give up, he’ll not give up.
  • You grateful at how much Seven supports you, how much he was strong.
  • Little did you know that every night he asks God why he take his child away…He cries, cries so much…He looks at a star and smile
  • “…You’re up there right now my little tomato?”


  • He’s so excited…He’s Thinking about getting his surgery!
  • Finally, everything was going on so well in his life!
  • He can’t help it to not let that smile don’t fade away from his face 24/7
  • The only time that smile fade from his face was the day that you told him that you think you need to do some exams.
  • He’s praying, praying that…That you’re not thinking that something wrong might happen…
  • Now he’s really thinking something might have happened…But he doesn’t want this…It was so hard…
  • After some exams, after some tests, the doctor says to you guys…That you lost the baby, that you have almost 0 possibilities to actually have one baby one day.
  • He listens to your crying, his vision is blurry, he thanks god for that, he doesn’t want to see your face…This was going to be so much for him…
  • The doctor is leaving the room, he’s going after him, with tears falling from his eyes, making it even more blurry “DOCTOR!" 
  • The doctor stops walking and looks at V, V stop in front of him, looking like a waterfall.
  • "Please…Say i can do anything…Please…I can’t lose my child…” 
  • “I’m sorry Mister Kim…I can’t do anything…” V got on his knees, begging “Please…Listen to my wife crying…To a mother crying…Please…!”
  • Even after all that, V knew…That was nothing nobody could do…The child is death.
  • His head was in silence, while he cries, putting his head on the ground, he’s finished.
  • When he came back to you, he’s a mess…You’re a mess, he blames himself to not come to you.
  • He hugs you, letting you cry…He’s in silence, but in his head…He’s crying.
  • His child was taken…Our child was taken.
  • His heart was taken too…
  • In the past months, he’s been really strong…You know he always cries in the night…
  • He smiles every time you talk about adoption…Or trying again.
  • But you realize one thing that you probably shouldn’t….V’s dead inside.
  • You wake in the morning every day with a fear…A fear that he was slowly going to be taken from you too.


  • He was a little concerned about all this…He was going to be a good father?
  • Stop Saeran, it was hard getting pregnant for MC…And now you’re going to be like that?
  • It was a lot of things going through his head right now.
  • He’s happy now with this, never in his life, he thought of being a dad.
  • Never in his life, he thought of being happy!
  • You make him feel better.
  • But one day you told him that you bleed a bit and you were in pain, he asks Saeyoung for help.
  • And he takes you guys to the hospital, he stayed in the car while you and Saeran go make your exams.
  • Ok, they’re finished.
  • When the doctor told you guys the news, you started to cry…He can’t believe it, he punches the wall.
  • The doctor is moving away from him, Saeran almost hit him if some securities don’t go there and hold him back “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”
  • He just can’t believe this…Yesterday you two were having dinner, talking about the plans for this child…The names…
  • When he’s calm, the seat in a chair, closing his eyes…Wanting that this pain goes away…But it doesn’t.
  • When he goes to you, he looks at you, you’re wiping your tears, he hugs you without hesitation.
  • He’s sorry for doing that…Now he’s crying like a baby on your shoulder.
  • Saeran never fulled recovered after that, the pains is still in his heart.
  • It’s too early to talk about trying again or adopting a child.
  • He knows that you’re in pain too, but he’s so torn.
  • Every night he listens to the clock ticking, he can’t sleep.
  • All those memories and plans you two had about that child…
  • Sometimes he can’t take it and have breakdowns, you let him cry on your shoulder…He doesn’t want to seem selfish for being the one who is suffering because of this…But he can’t help it.
  • In his heart now has a hole…
  • A big hole…
  • Deep inside, he wants to join your child.
  • People have said to him that the world is beautiful…But he never got a chance to see this beautiful world.
  • But in his world…It’s always raining.
  • He’s ready to go to the paradise.

holy shit I’m watching the first chapter of the ndrv3 playthrough and Kaede x Saihara is so strong that I’m scared. Since this is danganronpa, he’s either going to die or he’s going to betray Kaede.

ch1 spoilers & rant under the cut

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One day Danny meets a newly-formed ghost. Said ghost knows nothing about ghosthood or being dead and is understandably quite upset. Danny takes the time to comfort the ghost and help her get used to her new existence. He takes her flying around town, shows her harmless ways to have fun, that sort of thing. She soon starts perking up a little, but she’s still really sad about leaving her loved ones behind. Just the thought of them grieving for her makes her want to cry.

“Will they be okay?” she asks.

“Sure,” Danny tells her. “They’ll miss you a lot, but for all of history people have managed to go on with their lives after losing someone. It’ll be hard, but they’ll be okay.”

The ghost looks at him with her innocent, unknowing eyes. “Is your family doing okay with you dead?”

“Well,” Danny says, “my parents still miss me… BUT THEIR AIM IS GETTIN’ BETTER!”

these days (i can’t take too much) - part eight

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader used to be a villain; a stone cold killer. But she doesn’t do that anymore. Helping the Avengers stop her old boss once and for all leads to a lot more than she bargained for, especially when it comes to Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: abuse, violence, language, torture, angst, death

A/N: there are some pretty graphic descriptions of torture/violence in this so pls read the warnings before you continue! let me know what you think/what you want to happen next? i’m open to suggestions ;)

masterlist - catch up on previous parts here

You are not well received when you arrive back at Avengers Tower. In fact, you don’t even get to walk through the doors before you’re being arrested right out of Bucky’s hands.

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anonymous asked:

O.K, Any ideas for an AU in which Gabriel is Hawkmoth and after Simonsayz, he realizes that Adrien is in fact Chat Noir?Then Gabriel tries to convert Adrien to the 'bad side' (like with the "It's for your mother" or "make your father proud" kind of excuses). And Adrien actually considers it? Because deep down he knows he won't always be chat noir, but as far as he can tell he'll always be an Agreste? pls fire your headcannons.

I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life. Please feel free to add on!:

- Gabriel starts spending more time with Adrien, he eats dinner with him, takes him to movies, even rides to school with him. He starts trying to get a feel for Adrien, see where he stands, if he could be easily “converted”

- Adrien is super happy about, but he can tell something feels a little bit off. His father spending time with him out of blue? He pushes those feelings aside though, after all he’s finally getting what he’s wanted for so long.

- His father starts asking him to do things, just little things. Take Ninos favorite pencil. Leave a nasty comment on the Ladyblog. Frown at Marinette. Seeing how far he’ll go to make his father proud.

- Adrien does it but starts to feel awful after he makes Mari cry when he calls her sketches “Lame” and “Out of style”.

- He goes to apologize and finds her on the roof

- “I know you’re doing this for him. But doesn’t it strike you as odd that he’s just now spending time with you. But I get it, he’s your father. Just please don’t forget who’s had your back through and through.”

- Adrien’s left on the roof in shock. Mari’s words hurt him, but he can’t deny them being true.

- He goes home and his father welcomes him, and for a little while he forgets what Mari said.

- That day was his split shift with Ladybug, but his father asked him if he wanted to go out for ice cream and he missed it.

- Again

- And Again

- Then he finally makes it. He finds Ladybug crying, not hard just a few tears. But Chat Noir has a feeling it’s his fault.

- He goes up to her and for a split moment she looks surprised, then punches him square in the face.

- “You ASSHOLE! I thought you were dead! I thought you had grown tired of me and left! I thought you hated me, and were never coming back! You left me all ALONE! Chat, I trusted you to always have my back. But you left me to deal with 3 akumas on my own, and I never heard a word from you! You could have died, I could have died.”

- “Wait my lady…”

- “No. Chat you were my best friend. I loved you! But you left me, and that hurts like hell. Please go…not forever, just until you can start acting like the kitten I love again.”

- Adrien makes it home and tell his father everything. He tells him how badly he’s messed up, and even how Mari warned him against this. He tells him he’s Chat Noir.

- Gabriel comforts him and waits. Everything’s coming together.

- The next day at school Adrien’s a mess, but Mari’s even worse. She’s sniffling and breaks into sobs whenever she has to speak. He overhears her speaking with Alya.

- “Oh Alya! I had this friend, I would see him nearly every night. We would go on little adventures, running all over Paris. I trusted him, he was my best friend. But he just vanished for a few months, then comes back as if everything’s the same as when he left! He hurt me Alya.

- Mari runs out and Adrien follows. He finds her out front standing in the rain.

- “I’m sorry Mari. I never meant to hurt you”

- All she does is glare.

- “You can’t offer me an umbrella this time chaton”

- Adrien goes home and is surprised to see his father standing in the entry way.

- Gabriel changes into Hawkmoth and tells Adrien everything. How if he joined him he would be able to bring his mother back. How they could be a family, no pesky bugs included.

- Adrien wishes he didn’t consider it, but after all he will always be an Agreste and it seemed his time as Chat Noir was coming to a close.

- “Welcome Chat Blanc”

Jack Gilinsky - Friendzone


When your best friend gets dumped by their significant other you just want to make sure they don’t turn into a self-pitying loser who cries all day long. When I heard the news that Madison dumped Gilinsky because “her career gave her too little time to be with him” I was already almost on my was to Gilinsky’s place to start the usual after-breakup ritual he did with me so many times, but I just wanted to wait for him to tell it to me. I was expecting him to call me soon, I heard the news from a mutual friend who was in good friends with Madison and she also said that she broke up with him over the phone. How nice…

I was waiting for my phone to ring with Jack’s name and goofy face on the screen, but he didn’t. At first, I felt offended that he didn’t tell his best friend about his breakup, but then I started to worry about him. Maybe something happened to him, it was unlikely of him to not share such a huge thing.

I tried to call him several times, but he didn’t answer my calls. Then I called Johnson and he sounded like he was hiding something from me.

“Jack, this is no joke, where is he?” I asked losing my patience.

“Y/N, I swear to God I don’t know where he is. Just give him some time, okay? I’m sure he will talk to you.”

“But did I do something? I mean, I understand that they just broke up but I just want to know if he is alright, why can’t he answer the phone?”

“I don’t know. But I gotta go now. Just be patient,” he said and then ended the call.

I debated whether or not should I go over to his place, but I decided to stay where I was. I texted him once more to tell him that I was there for him and if he needed anything I was at home.

About two hours went by and from anxiety I went to totally calm and I felt offended again, that I was left out of the important things. I was about to order something for dinner when the doorbell rang. Opening the door I found Gilinsky standing in the doorway, shoulders falling forward, crying face, desperate presence.

“Oh, I though you are dead,” I said leaving him there without emotion. I walked back to the kitchen and I heard him following me.

“I know, I just had to think about a few things.” He stood next to me as I was looking at a local restaurant’s menu holding my phone in my hands.

“Like why you ignored me when I just wanted to make sure you are okay?” I asked without looking up at him.

“Y/N, can we talk? Please.”

“I think you talked to Johnson, so I’m not needed here anymore.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” I snapped at him putting the damn phone down to the table. “I care about you, Jack, but apparently I wasn’t important enough for you to at least give me a call, that yeah, I’m still alive, I’m just crying my ass off because my girlfriend dumped me!” I imitated his voice pretending to be on the phone.

“She didn’t dump me,” he said and I was about to go on with the lecture, but then I realized what he just said.

“What? But I thought…”

“It’s complicated, let me tell you. Just please, calm down, okay?”

I nodded and we sat down to the table. He took a deep breath gathering his thoughts and then he spoke up.

“So we were talking on the phone, since she is in New York now. We got into an argument about something stupid, and we were about to reconcile when I accidently… I called her on another name, not hers.”

“What? Jack, were you cheating on him?” I asked shocked. I mean, this is what guys do when they are having an affair, they mix up the girls.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“But then how could yo-“

“I called her Y/N.”

I immediately froze. Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me that he called his girlfriend of almost one and a half year on my name? Did I just enter a parallel universe?

“What? Why would you do that?” I asked quietly and totally confused.

“Because I’m hopelessly in love with you. I tried to deny it to myself, I tried to move on and pretend I’m not, but I am. And after unintentionally exposing my feelings to my former girlfriend I realized I can’t live in this fake… something. I love Madison, but not like I love you.”

I was totally speechless, I was just staring at him with a blank face not even knowing what I was thinking about this craziness. My best friend admitted that he was in love with me and was waiting for me to say something.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally asked.

“Because you always had someone, you were bragging about your current love interests who were cooler and manlier than me and… I didn’t know what to do. Then I met Madison and I thought having a relationship would solve the situation, but… I was wrong.”

I felt bad. I should have noticed that he had feelings towards me, I was a terrible friend. I couldn’t even imagine how he felt in these past few years. I even chased him into a relationship he didn’t really want.

“So, sorry for ignoring you, but I didn’t know how to tell you. Madison and I agreed on that she can tell anything about our breakup, since neither of us wanted the truth to get out.” He stood up and looking around he hesitantly glanced at me. “I think I should go.”

He turned around and headed towards the front door, but I stopped him.

“Jack, wait!” He turned back, I jumped to my feet and closing the distance between us I kissed him.

It took not just him, but me as well by surprise, but the moment we processed what was happening… It felt oddly right. I had never felt like Jack and I could be more than just friends, but as I felt his lips on mine things took a turn in me.

He had his arms around my waist and slowly pulled away looking at me confused.

“What was that? You shouldn’t do this because you feel sorry for me.”

“I did it because I wanted to. I think… I think that we should give it a chance.” I smiled at him hugging his neck. His eyes brightened up and without hesitation he kissed me.

“God, yes, thank you. Thank you, I love you.” Then he froze. “You don’t have to say it back just because I said that. I don’t want to rush you.”

I gave him a thankful look. I didn’t feel like I could say those words just yet, but it definitely felt good to hear them from him.

“And I officially escaped the friendzone,” he murmured with a proud smile before pulling me into another kiss.

Five Fingers

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Kagehina

Summary: Their relationship begins with a rivalry.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SOBA @kidovna. Bhavna you asswipe, ilysm. Thank you for existing, and I hope you like this little present! 

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16:~ Daddy’s insane (Part 5)

A/N: Quick little thank you for your support on this story! Super short but the next chapter is the last.

Once we arrived, y/s/n quietly slipped off to bed, leaving me alone with my thought and a horrible feeling that something was wrong.

My mind was spinning. Dan’s horrible words repeating in my head growing louder each time until it felt real again. The only question that mattered to me was this, How did he become so dangerous? As i sat on my bed allowing my thoughts to overcome any chance of sleep, i tried to analyse that question. 

However each time i thought back to where i noticed the change in him i could never find evidence. There was no clear reasoning to it, no obvious answer. Was he always mad but i never noticed it until it was serious? Did i cause it and am being oblivious to that? Why? Why!?

“Mum? Are you ok?” 

My eyes shot open and i was greeted with the sight of y/s/n staring at me worriedly. I wiped away at the bottom of my eyes, noticing the tears i had unconsciously cried.  

“Huh, oh yeah, i’m ok sweetie, go back to bed.” 

Y/s/n sighed sadly and walked out of the room.

“Night mum.”

“Goodnight baby.” 

I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes again, hoping for some sort of sleep. Slowly my body relaxed and my mind calmed down, surrendering to the sweet relief of sleep.

When i awoke in the morning, i still had the pit in my stomach from the night before. I couldn’t put my finger on it though. I kicked my legs over the side of the bed and stood up making my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. 

Normally by this time in the day y/s/n would be up and talking with his friends but he wasn’t. Instead he was sat on the sofa just staring into space. 

“Sweetie? You want breakfast?” 

He shook his head and kept looking in front of him.

“Whats wrong?” 

He suddenly started crying, I rushed over and cradled him in my arms. 

“What happened?” I asked feeling scared. Y/s/n never cried in front of me or anyone.

He lifted his head and looked me dead in the eyes. The dark shade of brown showing fear. 

“It’s Dad…He’s coming…” 


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“I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember holding your hand and realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would have to let go.”

Summary: You’re Kai’s best friend and you’ve been invited to stay with them for a little while they are on tour. You expect just normal visit where you spend some time with your best friend that your grew up with.. But little do you know, feelings get developed from someone in the group…

Previous Parts:

Part 1 Part 2 

Part 3 is here~ 

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9



Everyone looked you and you see your phone ringing.

You walked over to your phone and looked at the call but didn’t have a name or anything.

“I should take this,” You said and at the boys and they all nodded their head.

You pulled out your phone from the speakers and walked your way to the hall.


“Incoming call from Seoul Jail facility.. Would you like to accept the request?”

Who would be calling your from Jail?”


As soon as you said that it went silent.


You heart dropped… Why was he calling?


“Why are you calling me?” was the first words the left your mouth as soon as your heard Kevin’s voice.

“i miss you.”


“I mean it Y/N,” just hearing the words I miss you from his voice made your heart tighten and your eyes tear up.

“Kevin. I don’t want anything to do with you.. You are dead to me. Just leave me alone.” You said and immediately hanged up feeling a tear stream down.. Why are you crying over him..

Was he even worth your tears?

You took a deep breath and tried to control yourself.

“Everything is okay,” you whispered to yourself trying to remain calm.

“Y/N?” you heard making your eyes open and you turned around finding D.O standing there looking at you with concern.

“Yeah,” you said wiping your tears and just gave a small smile. 

It was too late now… You clearly weren’t okay… 

“Y/N.” he says walking up to you and you looked down. Well you can’t say anything now? D.O knows your clearly not okay and there was no way of hiding your feelings. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” D.O asks unsure and you sighed. Maybe having someone else know your situation won’t be so bad… Plus he is trying just to help..


“Let’s go for a walk.” D.O give you a small smile and you nodded in agreement.


“How could he?” D.O asks in disbelief and all you could do was just shrug.

“It’s whatever I guess… It’s all over.” You said looking at the ocean in front of you.

“No.. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” D.O says and you looked at him. “I know..”

“I’m serious,” He says grabbing your hand and he looks into your eyes. You could help to feel familiar butterflies in your stomach… No no no no no.

You pulled your hand away and smiled.

“We should get back before the guys are worried…”

“Um sure…”


D.O’s Point of View 

How can Y/N be so kind and so outgoing yet have the darkest past? She doesn’t deserve being treated wrong by a man who she loved… Or should I say love… 

When she was talking about how she first met him, I could see the shine in your eyes… But then when she began to talk about the bad moments of him getting angry and abusing her… You could see the pain he caused her.

She deserves a man to treat her like a princess. Someone to be thankful for having her apart of their life.

When I looked at her eyes tear up, it made me feel mad. She’s too beautiful to be treated horribly. If only I can show her that not all men are like that Kevin guy… 

When I grabbed her hand, I could see the way she looked at my hand and panicked. Maybe I can show her the way she deserves to be treated.

I glanced at Y/N as we walked back to the dorms and I see her look down as her eyes her glossy and her sigh… 

She deserves to be happy…


Your Point of View 

As soon as you stepped foot back into the dorm you hear laughter making you kind of excited to spend time with the boys.

Maybe they can take your mind off of Kevin. 

You stepped into the living room and as soon as you stepped in everyone stopped laughing and looked at you.

“Hey guys..” you said awkwardly and Kai stood up.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” you smiled and the guys all continued to stare at you.

D.O walks next to you and looks at you and then looks at the boys.

“Let’s play a game,” D.O suggested and you couldn’t help but to smile. You knew he could tell that you were getting uncomfortable having all the attention towards you. 

“Sure,” all the boys agreed and D.O looks at you as he smiles. “Thank you,” you mouthed and he gave you a nod.


First night staying with the boys and it wasn’t that bad. Last night all you guys played the most randomest games they could think of. They are low key children, but you loved it.

One game they played was where they made on person put a blindfold and spun them around at least 5 times. Then after the fifth spin, you all had to run and hide and the person with the blindfold had to look for you.

Basically hide and seek with a blindfold. 

Then another game they wanted to play was the whisper game. You all had headphones on with music on blast except for one person and the person without the headphones had to tell one person a sentence and the person with the headphone has to get what they're saying and pass it on. 

Last night was fun. There was way more to come.

“AH!!” You open your eyes and you find Chen jumping up and down shirtless waving his hands in the air.


“Ugh,” you hear Kai groan and you grabbed the blanket and put it over your head.

“D.O!!! KAI!!! Y/N!!!” Chen says jumping on the Kai’s bed and then on to D.O bed.

“What time is it?” D.O asks in his husky morning voice.


“CHEN!” Kai says annoyed and you sat up.

“KAI!” Chen says excitedly and at least you gave it. You giggled and sat up find Chen dancing around in a circle.

“I need new friends…” Kai mumbles and you grabbed a pillow and hit Kai.

“Wake up,”

“Not you too.”

“You love me.” you said rolling your eyes and you glanced at D.O who was drifting off back to sleep.

Chen has already woken you up, and the boys were going back to sleep? Now that’s a no no. You walked over to Chen and smiled.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Do you have water guns?” You asked and Chen nodded knowing exactly what you plans are. 


“Y/N!” You hear Kai shout covering himself with the blanket as you sprayed him down with the water gun.

“Get up!”

You glanced at D.O and see him a sound asleep but that was all going to change.

You walked over to D.O and began to spray him down. His eyes automatically shoot wide open and he looks at you. Chen continued to spray down Kai and D.O looks at you.

“Oh no.. You’re on Chen side?”

“Of course. Now wake up.” You smiled and D.O sits up with his eyes closed.

“I’m up.” he mumbles.

“Now open your eyes.”


You began to spray him again and he stays with his eyes closed. You continued to spray him and he eventually open his eyes.

“Fine..” D.o gets up and walks over to you.

“Glad your finally up,” you smiled innocently and just then the next to you know he begins to tickle you making you squirm in all sort of direction.

You began to laugh and you could hear him laugh as well.

“D.O what are you doing?” Kai asks and he sees you squirming around.


You continued to laugh but after a while D.O and Kai were up. Chen and you continued to squirt water to the rest of the boys and at last they all woke up.


“Tonight’s your first show to your tour?” You asked Xiumin as you were sitting down on the floor crisscrossed as you watched Xiumin pack up his bag.

“Yes, are you going to be there?” Xiumin asks you and you gave him a glare.

“Oh no, I’m just going to sit here in your dorm waiting for you guys.” You smiled and Xiumin looks at you.


“No,” you giggled and he laughs. 

“You know, it feel good having a girl with us at tour.” Xiumin says and you looked at him.

“Why is that?”

“I mean I’m around boys 24/7.” 

“It’s okay, you would probably miss them too much if you were away from them for too long,” 

“Would i?” he questions you and you two continued to laugh.

You might of just met these boys but you were already comfortable with all of them.


D.O Point of View 

“What happened with Y/N?” Baekhyun asks me as he sits on the counter and I continued to cook.

“What are you talking about?”

“You and Y/N just left. And I seen tears.” I sighed and looked at Baekhyun.

“Look… I can’t tell you much… but let’s just say that she’s had a bad past and the past returned by calling her.”

“Now this is your chance!” 

“What?” I asked confused and Baekhyun jumps off the counter and looks at me.

“Look, all you have to do is comfort Y/N with her past and then she’ll see you as the cute charming guy who’s by her side and there is your chance to ask her out..” Baekhyun encourages me and I looked at him.

“I don’t know….”

“Don’t you like her?”

“I do.. but we’ve just met,” I said looking back at the food.

“Well, if I were you I would do anything I can to ask her out if I truly liked her.” Baekhyun says before leaving the kitchen and i sighed..

Maybe’s he's right..

“You like Y/N?” Kai asks walking in the kitchen.


Now i have to explain myself.


To Be Continued. 

Aye! I had a chance to update after all! 


(click on the pics for me gay comments)

i was gonna get something to eat but instead i leafed thru me fma artbooks and cried a little bc i love fma so fucking much and arakawa is too good for this world?! look at that last pic. you cant tell me thats not a picture made for me. look at it. fucking, look. arakawa made ed look like he does so that i could be gay for him, theres no other explanation


Baz’s breath is shaky. He’s lying on the ground, and he wants to scream, but doesn’t, even though the shock from the blow isn’t exactly numbing the pain. It is, however, making it seem false, like a memory or a very vivid dream. He looks up at the sickeningly, inappropriately blue sky. What right did the sky have to be so bright and blue while he was bleeding out in the grass?

He can still hear the battle raging around him; feel the magick zipping through the air. His breaths are shaky, but content. He’s finally done. His clusterfuck of a life is finally coming to an end.

He can see the blackness slowly encroaching on his vision, and he can feel the life and magick draining out of him. But, through the numbness and the darkness and the pain, he can still see a person coming towards him, still hear the frantic yelling.

“Baz! Baz! Alistair fucking Cro… Baz.”

Then, all of a sudden, he’s there, kneeling beside Baz and shaking furiously. His presence brings Baz back for a moment, and everything comes into focus. He’s having trouble breathing, but he tries to talk.

“What, Snow, come to gloat? Congrats. You’ve finally offed me.”

He looks so terrified and guilty and fucking miserable.

“Baz – I – it was never supposed to – it was an accident - Baz.”

He takes the back of Baz’s head in his hands, cradling his neck. Baz looks up at him, and sees that his eyes are the exact same color as the sky. It makes him want to laugh and cry and die, even though he’s already doing the last one.

“It was easy, really. I was already half dead, you just got me the rest of the way.”

“No, this isn’t right. You’re supposed to stand up or magick your way out or use your secret weapon, you can’t do this. There must be a healing spell, or…”

“No, there’s n-no spell i-in all of magick that can bring back the dead.”

Baz looks up at him, holding Baz’s face in his hands with tears running down his cheeks and still shaking, shaking, shaking and thinks: I’m gonna die in a minute, so what the fuck do I have to loose.

“You’re right, though, Snow, there’s still o-o-one thing I haven’t sh-shown you.”

It’s getting harder to breathe, but it is literally now or never, so he powers through.

“But it’s not my greatest strength, or my salvation, it’s my greatest weakness.”

Simon is crying in earnest now, and staring at Baz searchingly.

“What – what is it?”


His breath is raspy and barely a whisper but he has to tell him, even though it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. And what’s the worst Snow can do to him? He already fucking killed him.

“It’s always been you and the fact that I’m dying on the ground because of you but I’m not mad and you’re still beautiful and I’m still fucking in love with you, Simon Snow, and I’ve always fucking been in love with you.”

It takes a moment for Simon to register it, but once he does…

“Baz. Baz. Baz. Baz! Why didn’t you - why didn’t you tell me?”

His face is red and his eyes are wet and deep and Baz can see him shattering into pieces inside. It’s even more painful than the gaping wound in his chest.

“You were always so goddamned unapproachable.”

“You can’t be snarky at a time like this, Basilton.”

It’s almost normal. It’s almost like they’re back in their room at Watford and neither one of them is dying and they could maybe fix things, they could maybe make something together.

“I… Baz…”

Baz was expecting disbelief, anger, disgust, but not… insight.  The realization spreads across his face and his eyes get wide and he leans down.

“Baz… I… I’m so sorry, I’m so so… I think I…”

And so many words are spilling out of his mouth, but then they’re not. But then he ducks down and kisses Baz like it’s the end of the world, because it is. It’s salty and bitter from the tears and the blood, and it’s urgent and world encompassing.

Now Baz really wants to laugh. He’s going to die kissing Simon Snow. God, his life is such a beautiful fucking tragedy. They break apart, and Baz looks up at Simon through blurred vision. As the darkness closes in, Baz has one, last soul-crushingly ironic thought. Just when I finally had something to live for…

Simon looks down. Baz’s normally stormy grey eyes are still open, but they’ve lost their depth and their fire and their sheen. Simon tries not to choke, sobbing painful, heaving, heavy sobs. He can’t stop staring at Baz’s face, now even paler than it had ever been, even being a vampire.

“Baz, no you, Baz, no Baz no, you fucking, how can you do this to me?”

He’s trying to talk, to talk to him, through the tears and the gross, uncontrollable sobbing,

“You motherfucker, you can’t do this to me! You stupid selfish asshole!”

Around him, other mages lie dead in the grass, with still others standing above their corpses. It is quiet now, too quiet, and everyone can hear Simon’s desperate wails.


And he’s just crying now, collapsed on top of the body that used to be Basilton Pitch, the fabric of his shirt balled up in his fists.

“You can’t…”

He hears voices around him, and feels people grabbing him, telling him to go, to run away. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t listen. The one he loves is dead and it’s all his fault.


Day One

Hello, Dean. I’m not too sure why I’m doing this, but I just needed to hear your voice. It’s been a day. One day. Twenty-four hours but it feels like a lifetime. This morning I woke up expecting your warmth but I only found cold covers. I almost couldn’t drag myself out of bed.

You know I don’t think Sam slept as all last night. He was in the same place that I had left him, an empty bottle in his hand, and his eyes staring at nothing in particular.

I still can’t believe that you’re gone. I’m expecting you to walk through that door and tell me that this was all a joke. That you never left.

I miss you so much.

I love you, Dean.

Day Three

Numb. That’s how I feel. My whole body had gone numb. It’s just so hard to believe that you’re not here. I’ve found it so hard to sleep. I guess that my body is so use to sleeping next to yours.

Sam. I don’t think he’s slept at all. Hell, I wouldn’t even know if he moved if it wasn’t for the new bottle of liquor that he always has in his hands. It’s like it’s become a part of him. I’m worried about him, Dean. I really am. He drinks more than you even on a bad day. And that’s the only thing he does. He drinks. I’m not even sure if he’s eating. I’m eating though. At least a little bit.

I haven’t been able to go into the Impala. I’m not ready to go in there yet. It’s too painful.

You know, Sam doesn’t know about this. About these phone calls. He would tell me that this isn’t healthy. That I should just let you go. But I can’t. I just can’t let you go. You mean too much to me. Way too much. God, every second I think about you.

Oh and did I mention that this was day three. You’ve been gone for only three days. I can remember when three days with you felt like nothing. Now each minute feels like an eternity.

Can you believe that? Three days. It doesn’t seem like it. It doesn’t feel like three days.

But I have to go, Dean.

Day Seven

I just had to hear your voice. It’s been four days since I last called you and Dean…I’m scared. I’m really scared. Sam…he left. I don’t know where he went. I woke up this morning and he was gone. He left a note saying that he was okay. That he was going to make things right. And that scares me. Anytime you Winchesters want to make anything right, you do something stupid. And he’s drunk, Dean. He’s drunk off his ass. And I can’t get a hold of him. I’m really scared. You know if you were here you would know what to do. You always know what to do. Wait…you knew, as in the past tense. Is that how I should be speaking about you now? As in the past tense? Are you a thing of the past now? I don’t want to…I can’t think of you in the past tense. Why can’t you just be on a vacation? Why can’t you just come home?

Day Eight

Sam came home. I had to patch him up. Six stitches to the forehead. A few to the arm. He also had a busted lip. I tried to ask him where he went but he just looked at me with those dead eyes and asked where the alcohol was.

I think he went to a demon to make a deal. What is it with you Winchesters? Always making deals with demons. Anyway, I just thought you wanted to know. You always worried about him.

I’m doing better, I think. I’ve only had one drink today. I didn’t wake up crying again this morning.

I just want to see you again.

Day Sixteen

Um…hello, Dean. I’m sorry that I haven’t called in a while. How long was it? Eight days. You’ve been gone for sixteen days. But maybe I should tell you why I haven’t called in a while. Uh…Sam kind of found out about these phone calls. He acted like I thought he would.

Well, he was a little pissed at me.

He told me that what I was doing wasn’t ‘healthy’. Just like I thought he would.

But he has no room to talk. He’s acting like he’s all great. He’s acting like he is taking your death so well. I barely recognize him. His diet mainly consists of liquor. I have to force him to eat.

It’s funny, I’m taking care of him and nobody is taking care of me.

Do you remember that hunt we went on a little while ago? I got sick. Like really sick and I thought I was dying and you stayed with me to make me better. You made the best soup that a can can make and you made my favorite coffee. The kind with the vanilla and the cinnamon. Oh, and we stayed in bed all day watching awful daytime TV. You were always a great doctor. I almost pretended to be sick just a little while longer so we could just stay curled up in bed.

But I guess that you won’t be playing doctor anymore.

But Dean…I need someone to look after me. I’m not feeling too great. I haven’t since you’ve been gone. And I know that Sam can’t. He’s in no shape to look after anyone.

All he does is sit in front of his laptop, the same one that he never allowed you too touch, and he goes through lore trying to get you back.

Yeah, he’s not doing too well and I’m the one that isn’t healthy.

I just need you back. I need you to pick up the pieces that have fallen off of me. Sam needs you too.

Day Eighteen

Well, it’s been two days. Two days since my last phone call. Sam thinks that he’s found a way to get you back. It seems to be a little too good to be true though.

You’ve been gone for a little over two weeks.

This has been the longest that we’ve been apart.

One hunts, I remember, you were never more than an arm’s length away from me. You always made sure that I was safe.

Oh…there was that one case in Omaha that I went on my own. Sam told me that I shouldn’t go but it was just a simple salt and burn so I went anyway. I turned off my phone during that hunt and you apparently kept calling me. I remember you showed up in that house and scared me half to death. I nearly shot you. You wanted to shoot me. I guess that I deserve it since I ran off without telling you. You never let me go after that.

You made me feel safe.

I don’t feel safe anymore.

Hopefully, the next time I talk to you, you’ll be able to respond.

Bye Dean.

Day Nineteen

Dean…um it didn’t work. You’re still down there. You’re still burning in hell. I should be burning too. Yesterday I stained my hands with blood again. The first time since you’ve been gone. I killed a man yesterday. This man…uh…he claimed that he could talk to spirits of the beyond. He claimed that he could talk to angels. I don’t know why I listened to him. We both know that angels don’t care about us, even if there are such things. But um…he was a fraud. He lied to us.

And I killed an innocent man. My hands are stained of his blood and I can’t seem to get it off. I try. I scrubbed my skin and it just wouldn’t come off. Sam had to stop me. He told me that the blood that I was seeing on my hands was my own. I had scrubbed my hands raw.

I’ve turned into a monster, Dean. I need to be taken out.

Day Twenty-One

It’s been three weeks.

Three weeks since I’ve heard your voice.

Three weeks since I’ve felt your touch.

Three long damn weeks and I still have an entire life to live.

Day Twenty-Five

Sam’s acting weird. Like really weird. He wakes up in the morning and leaves the entire day and comes back late at night. He looks stronger, though. Healthier too. And it feels like he’s ignoring me.

Dean, I need someone to talk too. Sam seems to be excluding me and I can’t have that. I can’t have him push me away too.

He’s up to something and I don’t know how to help him.

Day Twenty-Eight

I just needed to hear your voice. I really need to hear your voice. Your real voice. Not this prerecorded crap. But I guess I’ll have to do deal with this.

Sam hasn’t spoken to me in two days.

Two days.

Never mind the fact that I haven’t seen him in a while.

He’s drunk and hell bent on finding you and he’s keeping things from me. It’s a bad combination.

He’s obsessed with finding you.

He kills everything that he can get his hands on.

It’s scary to see him like this.

Like really scary.

Dean, I really need you here. You would know what to do. I think. I’ve said this before but it’s true. You know your brother better than I do. You know what to say to calm him down.

God, it tears me up to talk to you knowing that you’ll never respond. And as stupid as it sounds, I keep expecting you to pick up.

It’ll never happen.

You’re never coming back.

I’ll try to do better this time. I’ll try not to call you as often but I can’t promise anything.

Day Forty-Nine

I lasted a little longer this time. Twenty-one days. That’s good, right?

But the reason why I called is because I think I’ve found out what Sam is doing. And for the first time I don’t want to be right. I’m going to confront him tonight because if he’s doing what I think he’s doing, it’s not good. It’s really bad. Like worse than “selling your soul” bad.

Day Fifty

Dean…it’s bad. What I thought he was doing is true. Do you remember that demon Ruby? She’s found a new meat-suit. Sam, he has…uh…been going to see her. He’s working with her now. She’s teaching him…training him to be better, stronger.

He’s working with a demon to get you out.

A demon of all things.

He’s working with the same damn thing that got us into this mess. It was a demon that screwed Sam’s life. It was a demon that ended yours.

He said…he said that he was going to kill Lilith. That he was training to kill her. He said that he was going to force Lilith to bring you back. To pull you out of hell. He’s going to force a demon to pull you out of hell! Do you know how crazy that sounds?

I don’t trust Ruby, Dean. Hell, we never have. But he’s working with her and I have no idea what to do. I have no idea what lies she’s been filling his head with. I can’t trust him anymore, Dean. I can’t trust Sam.

So I left.

And I know that I shouldn’t have.

But I can’t stay with him knowing that he’s working with a demon. I’m sorry Dean. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect him.

I failed him.

I failed you.

And I’m sorry.

Day Sixty-Seven

I’m sick, Dean. Really sick.

I’m not eating. I can’t eat.

(A choked sob escaped my lips) Well, at least I’m as skinny as I always wanted to be. Do you…do you remember our first date? We went to that…uh…that burger place. Not too long after those wonderful burgers arrived, a group of pencil thin cheerleaders showed up. Do you remember how I suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore? I told you that night that I always wanted to be skinner. That I wanted to look like those cheerleaders. Hell, who doesn’t?” But you told me that you loved me just the way I was. You said that I didn’t have to count my daily calorie intake and that I could eat anything that I wanted. You said I was perfect. You said that I looked beautiful and that you could never imagine me looking any different. And I believed you but that wish was still there.

Well, I now look like them. If only I knew that I just didn’t eat to look like them.

I try, Dean. I try to eat but I’m just not hungry.

I’m sorry, Dean.

I’ve been on my own for about two weeks now. I’m crashing in some cheap motel complete with those weird stains. Sam calls. He checks in on me. I think he does it to make sure I’m not dead. I’m not dead. Yet. I don’t think he’ll be able to survive if I did die.

But he does call. He sounds good. He sounds strong. I think whatever he’s doing with Ruby is helping him. It’s helping a lot.

If only I could find myself a demon to make me stronger.

Day Sixty-Nine

I’m scared, Dean. I’m scared of losing you for good. With each day that goes by, I keep forgetting a little more about you.

Your face.

Your smile.

Your eyes.

I’ve started to sleep in the Impala. In your baby. It still smells like you. Oh, did I tell you that Sam gave it to me. He said he couldn’t stand driving around in it without you. I can barely stand it. But it’s the only way I can get close to you. I realized that we didn’t take a single picture together. Can you believe that? Out of all the time that we’ve been together not a single picture.

She still smells like you though. Whiskey and leather and safety.

But it’s fading, Dean.

You’re fading.

Fading away from me.

I don’t think I’ll be able to survive if I forget you completely. I can’t lose you forever. Dean, please come back to me.

Day Seventy-Three

You know what, fuck you Winchester. Fuck you. You say that you did this for us. That we were going to be better off without you but that’s not true. You didn’t do it for us, you did it for you. You couldn’t bear the thought of living without your precious Sammy. So you made us live without you.

You’re a selfish bastard, Dean.

I don’t even know why I keep calling you. You’re never coming back. I know that and yet here I am still calling you. And here I am still hoping that you’ll answer this damn phone.

And you probably don’t even care about what happens to us.

Do you care that your brother is running with a demon?

Do you care that I am dying?

Guess you can’t sell your soul for me.

Why don’t you pick up the fucking phone, Dean? That’s what I want. That’s all I want, Dean. I just need one phone call.

But that’s never going to happen, is it?

You’re burning in hell because you couldn’t stand having to live here alone without your brother. Did I ever cross your mind when you made the deal? Or was it only about your brother? Was I ever important to you? Did you ever really love me?

I hate you, Dean. God, I fucking hate you.

Day Seventy Four

Dean, it’s me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry about yesterday. I…uh…I’m sober today. Or at least more sober than I was yesterday. I guess I haven’t been 100% sober since you’ve been gone. But I’m more sober today.

I want to apologize for yesterday. I never meant any of it. I know…I know why you did it. You love your brother and you couldn’t let him die. That’s the kind of guy you are. Right? The guy that cares a little bit too much.

But it still hurts.

I just miss you so fucking much.

But I love you, Dean. I love you.

Day Ninety-Two

Dean, I almost joined you today. I went on a hunt that I shouldn’t have gone solo on. A nest of vamps. And the sad part Dean, I was ready to go. I was stupid and I was reckless but I was ready to join you. I was ready to pay for my sins. But Sam…he uh…he saved me. But I didn’t make it easy on him. I fought against him but you know how he is. A giant moose that you can’t fight. He held me like you did when I was sad and I cried. He let me cry. It felt good.

He brought me back to the hotel room and patched me up. Much like I did to him in the beginning.

He was surprised to see how skinny I was. I’m skin and bones, Dean. I look like one of those zombies on those movies we use to watch. I can’t remember the last time I ate.

Sam, he tried to make me eat but I couldn’t keep it down.

What’s wrong with my body, Dean? Why can’t I eat? I remember there was once a time that I couldn’t eat enough. Now look at me.

Sam said he’ll help me though. He said that we’ll get through this together. He blames himself for what is happening to me. He blames himself of letting me walk away. It’s not like he could make me stay. But he’s helping me.

Did you know that not eating and not sleeping can make your hair fall out? Yeah, I didn’t know that either. I hope my hair doesn’t fall out though. I know how much you liked it. You were always running your fingers through it. You were always braiding it. I didn’t know that you could braid. It’s not something I thought they would teach at ‘Hunters Academy.’ But I miss it. I miss the feeling of your fingers through my hair.

Day Ninety-Four

Dean, do one last miracle for me. Don’t be dead. Ninety-four days is a long fucking time to be a part.

Please just don’t be dead.

Day One Hundred and Three

I have some great news, Dean. I ate my first full meal in days. Sam is so proud of me at least for the eating. He still knows about these phone calls. And he wants me to stop calling you.

Do you think I can?

Do you think I can forget you?

Do you think I can stop calling you?

Sam thinks I can. He says if I can eat a full meal then I can stop calling you. He believes in me so I guess I need to start believing in myself.

If I can eat then I can put down the phone.

Day One Hundred and Eleven

So, it’s been awhile. I was doing good but…ugh…I don’t know, Dean. These phone calls are my drug. But…it’s not the same anymore since I know for sure that you’re not going to answer.

You’ve been gone for nearly four months.

That’s a third of a year.

You’re gone.

And I’m going to have to accept that.

Day One Hundred and Eighteen

Dean… (And I hung up unable to say anything else.)

Day One Hundred and Twenty-One

Hello, Dean. I think I have accepted that you’re gone. For good. You’ve been dead for one hundred and twenty-one days. Dead for a third of a year.

And I can’t keep pretending that somehow you’re going to make it back. This isn’t some fairy-tale that I can wish upon a star for you to come back. Fairy-tales aren’t real. Just the monsters are.

I love you, Dean. So fucking much.

But I also know that the power of love won’t bring you back.

Nor will just sheer will power because if that did work then you would be here in my arms and not in some hole in the ground. You’re never coming back.

I know that now.

One hundred and twenty-one days is a long time.

It’s a long time to be gone.

So I guess what I am trying to say, Dean, is that this is going to be our last phone call. But babe, don’t worry about me. I can’t walk away from this life even though I know you want me too. So I’ll still hunt. I’ll hunt with Sam and we’ll heal each other. I’ll watch his back while he helps me regain my strength.

But I’ll never forget you.

You’re hard to forget.

I mean sure I’ll forget the small stuff.

Like the number of freckles on your face.

Or the countless nights that we spent on the hood of the Impala looking at the stars.

Or the dirty coffee cups in the sink after a long hunt.

But I won’t forget you.

Hell, I have your car. And don’t worry; I’ll take care of her too. She’ll never find rust on the hood or the leather seats torn. She’ll be the thing that will keep you close to me.

I love you, Dean.


Dean rose two days later. He listened to each of her voice mails as silent tears ran down his face to hear how broken her voice sounded. He had broken her when he thought he was doing the right thing.

With shaking fingers, he dialed her number for the first time in months.

I picked it up after the first ring.


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