we all have a little inside of us

Aries —
there was a war in your childhood home, and you can still remember the fires, how the blood was
pretty and sick on the bathroom’s pristine tiles, your mother’s still warm body limp in the tub.
breathe in through the mouth: in, out, in. you are not guilty. her life is not on your hands.

Taurus —
it is okay to love things more than you love people; practical, even.
people have left you, people will leave you – things, though, ah! things will not abandon you.
buy yourself something nice. it is the least bad out of all your choices.

Gemini —
you die every night and are reborn at dawn; you are a walking graveyard,
an army of yesterdays’ ghosts, and you no longer remember who you were at the beginning.
do not weep for the stranger that once inhabited your bones.

Cancer —
you are in love with the idea of love more than you are in love with your lovers;
that is why all your relationships are fleeting, why you are always falling apart.
all the same, smile when he proposes. pretend you do not know how this is going to end.

Leo —
oh, you poor, poor thing. all you have ever wanted was love’s sunlight, but all you ever got
were the thunderstorms, the clouds above your head heavy with sorrow, and so you chose
to drown out the rain between the thighs of a lover. do not regret it, for they were good nights.

Virgo —
you cradled your heart all your life with such care, and when the day came for you
to hand it to another, it shattered like glass in their grip. they did not mean to hurt you, you know.
they just wanted to hold on, afraid it will slip through their fingers like sand.

Libra —
you are the king of bad choices, from lovers to the fights you pick when you are far from sober;
you lost your sanity along the line between what is right and what is not, and you started hungering.
i fear the day your hunger will be quenched – only justice will sate you, and that calls for everyone’s dying.

Scorpio —
you are the one everyone fears: the monster in the closet, the witch at the stake – the devil, falling.
all of this is because they cannot understand you. they fear you like they fear death; instinctively.
do not mind them, for death is a kind god: the sweetest sleep, the darkness from which life is born.

Sagittarius —
some days, you think the sea is but a giant mirror, the vanity of coquettish stars and lazy clouds in passing.
some days, you think it is the fury of our earth mother, her tears and her sorrow saltwater in the breeze.
on all of them, you want to sail its’ lengths; you want to get lost out on the abyss, feel small beneath the sky.

Capricorn —
you learned early on the art of silent war – the war carried by words, sharper than any other blade.
at the same time, you have learned how little you mattered to the world, and so you cast yourself in armor.
i just wish you would learn to love yourself, if only a little. your own words have been cutting you all along.

Aquarius —
there is a sickness in you called longing: you’re wanton, thirsty, hungry, wanting – what, exactly,
well, that is part two, and none of us is really sure. you’re standing here, hands reaching for; come inside.
i will pour us both some wine, and we can pass the waiting time together. one day, you will know what you are lusting after.

Pisces —
all you have ever loved seems to be taken from you, until your house is left an empty, cold thing,
and your soul has been turned into a ruin. do not despair; get up from the floor, dust your clothes.
there are seeds on the upper shelves in the shed. it is a time as good as any to start keeping a garden.

—  

poetry for the signs: the “it is okay” edition,

L. Schreiber

Inspirational Quotes

Everyone needs extra inspiration/motivation every once in a while. Therefore, I have compiled a list of some of my favourite inspirational Harry Potter quotes (quotes are from the books and films).

  • “Working hard is important. But there is something that matters even more, believing in yourself”
  • “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things! - Friendship! And Bravery!”
  • “When in doubt, go to the library”
  • “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities”
  • “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”
  • “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends”
  • “Ah, music,” he said wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here”
  • “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on Earth should that mean that it is not real?”
  • “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic”
  • “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the the light”
  • “In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own”
  • “It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be”
  • “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are”
  • “Well, [bad] times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others’
  • “The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here”
  • “What’s life without a little risk?”
  • “We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving”
  • “You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve”
  • “Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect”
  • “No good sitting worrying about it. What’s coming will come, and we’ll meet it when it does”

I hope these quotes inspire you too!

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@somelikeitblue and I debuted BotW Link and Zelda at Dragoncon and I got to work with some fabulous photographers. Her mom sniped these from her cell phone while we were shooting and I’m already dead a little just looking at them. Can’t wait to do our own on-location shoot with these SOON.

Also, a little PSA: Lopti and I have been best friends for 16 years and so have more or less grown up together and I couldn’t ask for a better, more generous and thoughtful and weird-in-all-the-best-ways friend. Our inside jokes that continually make us laugh till we hurt could fill a book and NOBODY would understand half of them, but we’ve simultaneously weathered a lot, a lot of storms together. Get yourself a Pippin like mine and you’ll be in great shape. <3

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I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place.
                           Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.

about nu’est

after pd101 is finished i want nu’est to get an instant and enduring all-kill with their comeback album—and the album after that, and after that, and so on forever. i want these boys to be emotional when they get their 1st place trophies, remembering all the thorns it took to reach their roses. i want these kids to get endorsement deals and shoot embarrassing chicken CFs and have hallways full of doors burst open for them.

i want minhyun to sing osts and feature in a bunch of songs and go out on king of masked singer, have his voice praised

and i want minki to be a new force in variety shows and have endearing sns interactions with jo kwon and also halfway across the globe i want lady gaga to see his fanboy videos and blush

and i want dongho to be a guest idol on law of the jungle so we can get scenes depicting him as a tiger like he’s king of the wild just before it cuts to him cringing away from smaller-than-life insects that catch him off guard

and jonghyun. fuck i want so much for this kid. i want him to be able to breathe easy like that old weight is finally off his chest. i want him to feel like he exceeded in everything he promised as a leader. i want pledis to treat him with all the respect and seniority and loyalty he deserves because he’s been with them since the beginning when they didn’t even have enough money to feed him decent meals so how dare they use sales numbers now as a justification to threaten his dreams to an end. whether with nu’est as a whole or by himself via at least a solo digital single i want jonghyun to release more hip hop/rap material and through that experience, if he’s willing to, i want him to revisit that dark, gritty, painfully scarred and lonely place inside of himself that we only saw a glimpse of in his fear/겁 performance. let his lyrics be cathartic. let him get it all out and let him be overwhelmingly consoled.

simply put, i really want this team to do well.

Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.
Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

“I don’t even know who he is, Niall! I just want to know his name or some - ” 

“So why do you keep fucking blushing while talking about him!” 

“You know what, fuck off! I’m gonna find him myself!”

or, The morning after his party Harry wakes up naked on his bed, and there is a Polaroid photo of a stranger right beside him. Harry wants to know who is this tiny little boy that has soft fringe and a smile from heaven. He has endless hope.

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.”
“You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.”
“We want to prove that opposites attract.”
Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches.
Louis just came for the money.

It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

Leaflet for Over Again Inc. 
“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

What happens when an unstoppable object meets an immovable force?

[Space AU. Louis is an astronaut. Harry works for Mission Control. They don’t get along.]

It’s a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly.

Louis was staring at him, expecting a response, and Harry was supposed to be the one coming up with that response, and he was so not prepared, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Where were you? You weren’t on the bus for a few days.”
Louis raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Uh… Sorry, I just- Um, sort of noticed that maybe you weren’t on the bus since last week. Not that I watch for when you’re on the bus or anything. That would be weird. Obviously, you have your own schedule, and I have mine. I just saw that you weren’t here, so I wondered what you were doing, or if something bad happened, like you got kidnapped or something. God, that sounded creepy. I promise I’m not threatening your life or something. Jesus, just stop me. If you have pepper spray, I would totally understand if you got me in the eyes right now.”
Louis had his lips pressed together at this point, holding back a laugh. Harry really didn’t blame him for that.

Or, the one where Harry just really wants to talk to Louis. And when he finally does, everything he says just comes out wrong.

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

“I hate frats,” Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.“Yes, I’ve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,” Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.Louis glances speculatively at Liam’s frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who’s looking in Louis’ direction. Maybe Louis shouldn’t rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn’t actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

Louis doesn’t get out too much due to his shyness. The only two friends he has he met online and they both live miles and miles away. Then along comes a cute bartender that completely flips Louis’ life upside down.

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

Aspiring writer and all-around office gopher Harry Styles is desperately trying to establish himself as a hard-hitting journalist at the famous men’s magazine M™. When his editor-in-chief asks for a last minute volunteer, Harry jumps at the chance to write his first real assignment.Suddenly, Harry is tasked with writing a 10-day, exclusive, personal feature on roguishly handsome rising star, Football darling, and pain-in-the-arse diva Louis Tomlinson’s coming out. Harry just wants to write his story. Louis isn’t going to make it easy. Oh bloody buggering fuck.

“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.”
There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. 
An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going. Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.That’s how it begins.

Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.

Or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

[475. The hope that this fear is unfounded.]

They walk slow, unhurried, and they talk about everything, the earth and the glaciers and themselves, little bits and pieces. Harry finds himself falling open, caving in like the crevices that run like cold veins from the icy lakes. It feels strange to talk this way. He feels like he should be having this conversation hidden under his covers, whispering in the dark. It feels like the kind of talk that means too much, that means trust and revealing the small things that make up the bigger ones, except they’re both barely blinking an eye.

Or Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”
Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

“It Is Okay” Poetry For The Signs

Aries
there was a war in your childhood home, and you can still remember the fires, how the blood was
pretty and sick on the bathroom’s pristine tiles, your mother’s still warm body limp in the tub.
breathe in through the mouth: in, out, in. you are not guilty. It’s okay her life is not on your hands.

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I’m a type of person who loves to be alone especially when traveling. It gives me time and particular space from this crowded place. A resting point. A haven. Away from everything. It makes me feel invisible to the naked eyes. And with music, I feel the whole world shut down in front of me as if I’m living in a different horizon. It gives me an ultimate freedom from this world. I want to explore new things and visit unfamiliar places all by myself. I want to try and experience a different culture and meet a different kind of people. I want to take risks, learn new languages and talk to strangers. I love being in strange places that I’ve never been before, the feeling of anxiety excites me. It makes me feel happy and alive at some point. It gives chills on my spine, and it satisfies my hunger from excitement and exploration. I love the smell of mountains and deep sea in the morning. I love the way my clothes smell the day after the campfire. I like the sound of peace and quiet. Traveling alone creates a lot of opportunity for me. Room for improvement and personal growth. A day to replenish my soul. It teaches me how to become independent and confident. It gives an infinite space of possibility, where I meet myself. And little do you know, we all have this kind of person living inside of us.
—  E.J. Cenita
Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


Heartbreak.

That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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The boys only made it worse. Part.4 END*WARNING: M (sensitive)*

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Yoongi’s p.o.v 

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since we found out about Y/N’s overdose that lead her to being in a coma. The past two weeks have been hell, we would take it in turns - visiting her and staying by her side, and right now it was my turn again. 

I had so many regrets, more than I could ever say out loud. I shouldn’t have said those things. I should have filtered my own thoughts before hitting that send button. I should have never joked around about something so serious. We should have known. Y/N’s condition was never the best, there were so many things she would say that she hated about herself. Even to me, at first; I thought she was only saying things like that because she was trying to pry for attention. But I was so wrong. I should have noticed all the signs, the signs of her screaming out for help. But I did nothing. I did nothing. 

I heard the room door slide open and all the members had arrived, some bearing food, the others bearing flowers and other gifts. Not like Y/N could even see the flowers, or the teddy bears or eat the chocolates right now… But I had faith. I had faith that she was going to wake up eventually. 

Hoseok’s p.o.v

Seeing her lie there pains my heart. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I felt like complete shit. This was partly my fault and if anything were to happen to her. I don’t know how I would live with myself. All of our schedules have been postponed and I was glad that they were, I don’t think I could even fake a smile right now. I was dying inside. I just wanted Y/N to wake up. 

Please Y/N, stop sleeping… wake up.

Namjoon’s p.o.v 

We all looked drained, every single one of us had dark bags underneath our eyes. Some of us even had red and puffy eyes from crying. Ever since this incident had happened, we spoke so little to one another, our communication was cut because we all knew we were at fault. We didn’t want to talk because no one knew what to say. We had no excuses for out actions. We knew that we were all partly to blame for all of this and we were guilty. Every single one of us were guilty, and the guilt will continue to linger.

Jimin’s p.o.v

I missed hearing her laugh. I miss seeing her smile. But after all of this, it made me wonder. Were any of those laughs or smiles ever genuine? She was suffering and she hid it so well, it could have been possible for her to hide it away from us. But still that was no excuse. No excuse for the way that we behaved, no excuse for the shit that we dragged her through, because now look where she is. Lying so lifelessly on the hospital bed. I hated thinking that way but it was true and it’s about time that we admitted it to ourselves because we should feel guilty. 

Taehyung’s p.o.v

If only we gave her a chance to talk to us. If only we allowed her to share her troubles with us without doubting everything, if we did all those things then would she still be here like the way that she is? I don’t know, I had no idea what the answer was. Maybe we could have consulted her, maybe we could have stopped this. But we didn’t, we didn’t because we were selfish. We took it too far and pushed her over the edge, and now what do we do? What can we do? 

Jungkook’s p.o.v

How? How could we have possibly said such things? Oh, that’s because we’re useless assholes that didn’t know any better, we should have helped her. But we didn’t we neglected the idea that she was in need of our help and when we realised that we had fucked it all up. It was already too late. I was thankful that she was still alive, although barely. I hated coming here to see her, I wanted to see her at her place so we could play video games again. But when will that ever become possible again? When will it be possible when she’s lying here and it’s because of us that she is?

Seokjin’s p.o.v

I heard the monitor beep in the background like it has done for the last couple of weeks, monitoring Y/N’s heartbeat. But this time the beeping was different, it was louder, more unstable. I looked across the room and saw Y/N’s once relaxed body now jolting I didn’t know what to do, Yoongi who was sat next to her slammed his fist onto the emergency button and Jungkook sprinted out of the room, calling for help during the process. I stood there, not having a clue how to process anything, Y/N’s seizure came to and end and long beep sounded through the room, the sound of a flatline. The doctors ran in alongside with a few nurses, they shoved us away from the bed area and began to shock her. One time, nothing. Second time, nothing. Third time, still nothing. No matter how many times they tried, it made no difference to her heartbeat. They couldn’t bring her back.

“Miss Y/L/N has passed, Dr. could you please pronounce her.”

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N passed, July 7th 2017 at 00:45am” They covered her entirety with the white sheet. I could no longer see her face. I will never get to see her face again and my whole world completely fell apart, the members sobbed and I knew I was doing so too. Rapmon had the back of his wrist held up to his mouth, as tears fell from his eyes. Yoongi, was shocked and had no clue what to process. Hoseok now on his knees with his head on the ground crying so loudly. Jimin, held onto Jungkook and cried with him. Taehyung’s forehead rested against the wall, his left fist punching into the wall. And I? I collapsed to the ground and wept.

This was our doing. We drove her to this, we drove her to her end and now we’ll have to live with the guilt because we… we were the ones who killed our friend.


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Jsuki; DIABOLIK LOVERS “5th Anniversary” Book - Ruki’s Special Interview

(Managed to get an early night home from work so I got to translate stuff! :D)


── Right now, what are you into?

Ruki: Fountain pens. I bought mine a long time ago, but I wasn’t able to use it well and there were many times I stained my hands with the ink. I’m not using it recently, but I’m still holding onto it preciously right now.

── What in your fashion are you particular about lately?

Ruki: If I can, I’ll like it to be form-fitting. Clothes that are too large don’t really fit me well. Kou also told me it’s better this way, so for now, I’ll pick things that better fit me.

── What habits do you have that you’ll do without realising?

Ruki: I’m not sure if I’ll go so far to call it a habit, but I do twist pens in my hand often. Especially when something’s on my mind, and my hands have nothing to do.

── How do you spend your off-days?

Ruki: I usually read or do housework. If I’m doing something in the house, my off-day will completely end instantly. I sometimes go out to do some shopping, but it’s really only when there’s something necessary to buy.

── What do you wear to sleep?

Ruki: I wear regular pajamas. Because I wear similar stuff all year round, there are times where the others get shocked when I put on a T-shirt once in a while. I don’t really have many pieces, and I tend to go for comfortable wear that makes me feel relaxed.

── What do you definitely do before sleeping?

Ruki: I do stretches and read. Afterwards, my eyes usually get tired, so I’ll prefer warmer surroundings. I understand it’s not something we need, but it makes me feel good… by the way, previously, Yuma got a shock when he walked in on me putting on a warm towel above my eyes.

── What is one part of your body that you like best?

Ruki: I often get praised for the side of the eyes. But when I ask if it’s because (other people) like them, the replies are usually…lackluster. I don’t really take notice of it much though.

── What’s something you like in your room?

Ruki: I don’t dislike huge windows. If the room is a little small, huge windows make it feel more spacious. In order to control the light that pours in from outside, I go for darker coloured curtains as well.

── Tell us one memorable impression that you have of your brothers.

Ruki: Ah, there’s plenty but…if it’s something recent, it’s that all of us got together to clean the house. When Yuma was moving stuff, we found an old wooden chest, and everyone got noisy wondering if there’s treasure inside. When we opened it up with a key, it turned out to be empty, so all my younger brothers felt down. I was more bothered about since when did we have (that wooden chest)…but well, it doesn’t help anything to be overly bothered.

── What do you think of Karlheinz?

Ruki: I think he’s someone great. Plus, he took us all in, raised us, and we’re indebted to him. Such kindness can’t be easily repaid, can it? That’s why, if that person wishes for it, I shall- no, we, shall do anything.

── Where will you go if going on a date?

Ruki: I don’t like anywhere that’s too crowded. Places such as art museums or libraries are good. To admire paintings, read a book, then speak about our thoughts over a meal doesn’t sound too bad.

── What does a girl do that makes your heart skip a beat?

Ruki: Seeing the back of her form while she’s asleep makes me happy. Above anything else that she does, her being as vulnerable as such is somehow quite interesting. For her to show such a side before me, isn’t it fine to be taken by it?

── How does her blood taste?

Ruki: It’s a bit hard to put it into words…it’s not a persistent taste, and there isn’t a bitterness like when you suck from other people. When you mix the emotions in, the taste changes as well, and that makes it fun once again. It makes me want to keep her by my side often.

── Which part do you like to suck from best?

Ruki: I like taking her blood from her shoulder. It’s a thinner part of the human body, and it isn’t too thick, so you can get a good sound out of her. Since it’s also close to the ear, she can hear the sounds well and will often react to them. There’s no problem at all since we all don’t hate it there, right?

── What is her existence to you?

Ruki: I used to think she was just a livestock in the past… but, it’s all different now. Pulling myself away from the fact that she’s Eve, she’s special to me and is someone that I think of protecting. Of course, I’m not throwing away my role. To have such thoughts is probably unforgivable…but I’m not able to give it up now. That’s how important she is to me.

Translated by me, requested by anon-san. Originally from my own copy of the DL 5th Anniversary book. Ayato’s interview also translated in full HERE.

Making it count on the first date...

[Was inspired by a Tumblr friend to write this story.]

We made out in the Uber on the way to my place from our first date: dinner, swing dancing, wine, and a little grab-ass when we thought no one was looking. We barely made it through the door to my apartment without your pinning me to the door and ravaging me in front of the neighbors. But we make it inside and skip the tour: my bed is the only stop either of us is interested in.

I sit next to you and, even though we just spent a 30 minute drive making out – come to think of it…it shouldn’t have taken that long to get here…was our driver enjoying the show? – well, after all that, I still start by looking deeply into your eyes with my hands on either side of your face and pressing my lips gently to yours. Our hunger takes over once again, and your hands begin to wander across my body. But I grab them in mine and hold them behind your back.

As I break our kiss, your mouth strains to reclaim mine, but I’ve begun to make my way down to your neck. Then to your collarbone. Then I release your hands and put my own at the bottom of your top and search your eyes for permission to remove it. My answer comes in a half-feral grunt and an emphatic nod. And so I pull your top up and our mouths reconnect for a moment while I remove your bra, before I begin the journey back down.

Slowly.

Teasingly and tantalizingly slowly.

But once I’ve kissed down your sternum, I take one breast in my warm hand as I lavish the other with firm, wet licks from my tongue and gentle sucks from my hungry mouth.

I switch back and forth between them as I feel you straining for more, writhing in eagerness for what is to come.

I kiss my way back up your sternum. To your collarbone. To your neck. To your earlobe. And finally to your mouth. My hands play with the waistband of your bottoms, teasing them down as I begin my journey back down your body, leaving even more kisses everywhere, worshiping you. I pull your bottoms and panties down, carefully unrwapping this gift from the gods without stopping my kissing pilgrimage down your body.

I stop at the mound of your pussy and reverse course. Your hands snap to my shoulders and push them down in frustration. My own hand finds your right nipple and begins to brush it. You lose your grip on my shoulders and I tease my way back up your body, a wicked grin on my face.

As my tongue flicks your nipple, my hands start to caress your thighs. As as I work my way down the path of kisses I’ve created so thoroughly, my hands move slowly up your thighs until they almost meet at your dripping wet pussy.

You spread your legs wider as my hands move up and as my mouth approaches your eager sex. And as you feel my breath, hot with desire against your pouting lips, my head turns to the side and plants a kiss on your inner thigh.

And then the other.

And while I did that, my hand slides up to your pussy and spreads your lips wide.

And then I take my first taste.

Long, slow, broad licks with my whole tongue, alternated with zig-zags across your lips, avoiding your clit for the moment. But as I sense you are ready, I suck gently on your clit and slide just one finger inside you. Your warmth is overwhelming. I bring you to the first of what I hope will be many orgasms this evening.

Sated for the moment, if only slightly, you begin the task of undressing me. While you unbutton my shirt, we kiss, and you can taste your essence on my tongue. Finally shed of my clothes as well, we embrace, finally feeling each other’s warmth without barrier.

As hard as it is to break away from our first uninhibited embrace, you want to feel and see my rigid cock for the first time, so you muster the strength to pull away from my kiss. Your hands slide down my chest to my tummy to my pelvis, with none of the patience I’ve just shown. You feel it radiating heat before you actually touch my cock, which is straining for attention and leaking precum.

You stare for a second, taking it in, before your own sodden and swollen sex reminds you what you’re after. Your hand grasps the base of it and you extend your tongue for a taste of the pearl of clear fluid just emerging from the tip of my uncut cock.

Your eyes find mine as your prepare to take the head into your warm mouth. I nod. My hand grips your shoulder ever so slightly.

And as you close your mouth over it, you lost my eyes, which have rolled back with the rest of my head. My grip on your shoulder tightens perceptibly. You take only a few short treks up and down my shaft before I pull you back up to eye level and whisper in your hear that you can have more of that later.

“First, I need you to put our first child inside you,” I whisper hotly into your ear, my voice ragged with desire and need.

I feel you shudder as you comprehend my words and my hands grasp your hips, both to steady you and to claim you. I take my place atop you once again as I pull my hands up the sides of your torso to your underarms and then up your arms, extending them above your head as we kiss madly. Each of my hands finds its partner at the end of your arms and grasps tightly, fingers intertwining.

I bring all our hands together just above your head. Our kisses continue, and your hips gyrate madly under mine, straining now for what I’ve promised.

I free one of my hands and leave the other holding both your wrists against the mattress. The free hand finds your left nipple. As you arch your back in response to this newest stimulus, I thrust my hips toward you, dragging my cock against your aching mound.

Unsure which direction to push toward, my hand or my cock, you are left to buck wildly under me, whimpering and desperate for me to finally push into you.

I linger here for an exquisite moment, my mouth on yours, enjoying the control I’m about to so thoroughly lose. For as soon as I slip inside you, I know I’ll lose myself to you. But for the moment, I revel in it.

I break our kiss and pin down your hips with mine, my cock resting against your mound. My eyes find yours. Hunger and passion and desire have given mine a fierce glow.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand. My voice shaking from the anticipation.

“You,” you reply.

“And?”

Your hips adjust under me, trying to coax me inside. “Your cock. I want your cock.”

“Why?”

My mouth nibbles your ear lobe before you can reply, sending a small shock-wave through you.

“Fuck!” you shout. “Because I’m ready to be the mother of your children. Because I need to be. Because if you don’t put a baby in me right now I’m going to pin you down and take it myself.”

“Maybe the next one,” I say as I shift my body down and allow my cock to rest just at the entrance to your pussy. I can feel your warmth. Your slickness. You’re ready. The trail of precum I’ve left along your mound is evidence of my own eagerness.

My free hand returns to the hands above your head. We intertwine fingers again and I push both hands into the mattress. 

“Oh god, fucking take me!” I hear you growl, in a voice I’ve never heard before.

The reaction of my body is immediate and involuntary. My hips thrust forward and the head of my cock finally finds its way into your passage.

The heat generated by this moment is satisfying. We both lose some of the tension that has built up in our muscles. But as the tension dissipates, we lose none of the drive. Your body has eased the path for my invading cock to make its way toward your pouting and hungry cervix.

As I bury myself entirely inside you, my balls press up against you, and you know that I’m all the way in. Your mouth reaches for mine.

I kiss back, but this kiss is unlike the others we’ve shared to this point. It is as though I might devour you with this kiss. And as we kiss my hips start to find a rhythm pumping into you. Staccato. Hard. Fast. Purposeful. Each one punctuated with a grinding of my hips against you, as though I were trying to push my entire being inside you.

My kiss has become ravenous. I find your breasts with my mouth as I continue to thrust into you.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” you shout. I only growl in response, redoubling my thrusts. You’re meeting each with your own, pushing back against me.

As I feel your pussy clench around my cock, you exclaim, “Aah! I’m cumming!” And that sends me into a blinding orgasm. 

My hips stop thrusting with my cock buried as far as it’s ever been inside you. 

My red-hot cum shoots straight at your cervix. 

Your spasms drink in my sperm, assuring that one of them will find its target.

We stay like this for what feels like forever. Shaking and panting and cumming.

When I’ve regained my senses, I grab a pillow from the bed and place it under your hips. Elevating you to make sure none of my cum is wasted.

“I love you,” I whisper into your ear as I nuzzle into your neck. “And so will the baby we just made.” My left hand rests on your tummy, already protective of the child I’m certain I’ve put there.

Boys Don’t Kiss Boys

Group: Bangtan Boys

Pairing: Yoonmin

Genre: Fluff




Yoongi always liked Jimin the most.

Jimin wasn’t like the other boys. Jimin was different, much kinder. He didn’t want to hit Yoongi or steal his lunch like all the others boy did.

Instead, he wanted to play with Yoongi.

Yoongi always wondered why out of everyone did Jimin chose to be with him. But he was happy because at least he had a friend.

They were on the playground during lunchtime. While everyone else was away playing Yoongi and Jimin were hidden behind the trees playing pretend in one of the many elaborate stories that Yoongi came up with.

This time Jimin was playing a young prince that needed to be saved and Yoongi was the knight in shining armor that was going to save Jimin from the clutches of the evil dragon-a one-eyed teddy bear that they had found in the toys’ room.

“Stop right there,” Yoongi bellowed in his loudest voice to the teddy bear behind which Jimin was quivering with fear.

“What did you say?” Yoongi asked in a dramatic voice.

Jimin cried out louder.

“Do not worry prince for I am here to save you,” Yoongi said to Jimin before returning his attention back to the dragon.

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Don’t Have to Rush

Summary: Based off the song Toothbrush by DNCE. Seth and reader have had a Friends With Benefits relationship going on but one morning after, Seth and Y/n realize the other person is all they’ve ever wanted. Fluff. Slight angst. Smut.

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Turns out, real life is a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. I implore you. Try… try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you. It starts with me. It starts with all of us.

Welcome to the BATIM Fandom!

After making my own Bendy blog afew days ago, I realized this fandom has really grown, and to think part 2 isn’t even out yet. What made me draw this is, Is the fact they’re so many Bendy blogs out there, and everyone in this fandom is so sweet and very kind. Everyone has their own interpretation of Bendy and art style. From the littlest ink blob, to the biggest ink monster, Even to the beautiful different genderbents of Bendy! Everyone is so welcoming and friendly.

I can’t even begin to name all the nice people i met so far, It would take too much time and i don’t want to leave anyone out.

Not to mention all the art work is just priceless, You have digital artists, and even
traditional artists that all do a great job. Every Bendy blog should feel welcome and loved. No matter what your portrayal or your art style. I hope this fandom remains to be the welcoming community it is.

Let’s not forget, We all have a little devil inside all of us~

dream catcher [stefan salvatore]

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

Originally posted by lovershub

  my recommendation, listen to sad music with a happy ending :)

  It seemed as though Stefan Salvatore had planned this from the beginning.

    Although it may not have been obvious to most, but Stefan had been planning his death for quite some time. He had been wishing for the sweet release of death to take him away from the horrors of the world. Stefan wanted more than what life had to offer him. Afterall, what good had life ever brought him anyway? The only thing that life had ever given him was you, but it seemed that fate did not plan on keeping the two of you together for very long.

    Years ago, Stefan Salvatore had been the love of your life. The two of you had gotten married under the stars and traveled the world together before settling in Mystic Falls. However, once Elena Gilbert came along, things began to change.

    Life became rougher and it became difficult for you to survive. Even as a vampire, you had always had a little trouble keeping up. This was primarily due to the fact that you were on “the bunny diet” as Damon liked to put it. Because you only fed on animals, your body would never be as strong as other vampires.

    As fate would have it, a few years after you met Elena Gilbert, you were killed.

    They never discovered who had been the one to commit the crime, there was no evidence, no witnesses, just your broken, mangled body and your heart lying by your side. Stefan had found you after not hearing from you for a few hours. Worry had wrecked his body for hours on end before he finally found your car near the entrance to the forest. It was not unsurprising, you had most likely been hungry and wanted to drink. When Stefan tracked your steps into the woods, he was heartbroken to find your torn corpse waiting at his feet.

    Stefan had immediately dropped to his knees, not being able to maintain his body weight with the sight before him. His jaw went slack and tears already began falling from his tired eyes. Not caring about the blood that may soak his clothes, he gathered your body into his arms and pulled it tight against him. He tried to feel for a breath, a sign, anything to show that you were still with him, but he knew it was futile. Your heart had been ripped from your chest, there was no way for you to still be alive.

    Horse sobs filtered from the back of his throat and out of his lips as he cried. Stefan clutched your body to his chest, his head placed in the juncture between your head and your shoulder as he whispered futile pleas against your cold skin.

    “Please, please no,” he muttered, heart clenching in his chest, “you can’t do this to me - not now - not when I need you most.”

The way you had been killed almost seemed ironic to Stefan. It may have been your heart that had been ripped from your chest, but it still seemed like it was Stefan’s heart that had been torn to shreds.

    He stayed beside your body for hours it seemed, continuing to rock you back in forth in his arms as if there could be some miracle in all of heaven that would bring you back to him. After a few hours, after the sobs had ceased and his hands were covered in crimson blood, Stefan managed to shakily bring himself to his feet and drag himself back to his house, with your body still dangling in his grip.

    Stefan had made his way back to the Salvatore boarding house, where he knew the rest of his friends would be. After crossing the threshold of the doorway, Stefan fell back to his knees and let out another sob. Damon and Elena were the first to burst into the room to identify the source of the noise. When they saw what sight lay before them, they almost wished they hadn’t.

    Damon reacted first, seeing as he had been your brother-in-law and one of your closest friends. He dropped beside his brother with a small noise leaving the back of his throat. Tears welled in his eyes, and he laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

    “I’m so sorry, brother,” Damon whispered.

    Although the words were short, it was still enough for Stefan to let your body rest against the floor so that he could turn and grip his older brother. It had been a while since they shared an emotional moment together, but Damon still managed to squeeze his little brother tightly to him as he sobbed for his lost love.

    As Stefan cried, the rest of the group filtered into the room to witness what had occurred. They had been shocked and grief-stricken at the sight of you and the Salvatore brothers at your side. Bonnie Bennett had immediately let out a sob and gripped onto Enzo’s arm as he attempted to comfort her. The two of you had been great friends, and it was like a knife to the heart when she laid eyes upon your dead body. Caroline and Matt Donovan simply watched with heavy hearts as one of their friends left this world for another. The rest of your group of friends lowered their heads in indication of their fallen friend.

    A few weeks later, your funeral was held and Stefan placed your body in his family tomb, knowing that it was what you would have wanted. It was a small ceremony, just the Mystic Falls gang gathered together for one final goodbye one of their greatest friends. Bonnie and Damon gave beautiful speeches about how your laugh always managed to light up a room and how you always seemed to be able to drag a smile out of even the saddest person.

    When Stefan stepped up to give his speech, his eyes were red and swollen from all the crying he had done over the past few weeks. He attempted to pull himself together by rubbing the skin beneath his eyes, but all it did was make them ache.

“When [Y/N] was little, she used to sleep with a dream-catcher above her head. She told me that she used it to keep the bad dreams away and she still used it, even as a hundred year old vampire,” Stefan chuckled, “The day after we moved in together, I noticed that she had taken the dream-catcher down and now it laid inside her bedside table. When I asked her why she didn’t have it above her bed anymore, she simply told me ‘I don’t need a dream-catcher to keep the bad dreams away, because now I have you and I know you’ll always protect me, even in my sleep.’ It was in that moment that I knew I was completely and uninevitably in love with her. It was because she not only loved me but she trusted me wholeheartedly to keep her safe. And I know that if she could be here now, she wouldn’t want me to blame myself for what happened to her because it was out of my control, but that guilt still weighs heavily on my heart. I didn’t keep her safe, at least in that moment I didn’t. I may have kept her close my entire life, but in that moment, when she needed me, I couldn’t keep her safe. For that, my love. I’m sorry - I hope you can forgive me.”

    From behind his back, Stefan had drawn the dream-catcher onto the casket before him, finally letting his tears take over as he cried once more. Damon ushered him away from the podium and let the others give their speeches as he comforted his brother.

    After the funeral, Stefan was never the same, he went back to the brooding vampire he had been before he met you. He rarely spoke and chose to instead divulge his problems in alcohol rather than human interaction.

    Months had passed, but Stefan was never the same. Your death had shaken him to the core and Damon worried that Stefan would never come to terms with your murder. He feared that Stefan would continue to be the broken soul he had become. Stefan knew that Damon was trying to help, however, Stefan was haunted by too many demons and his soul could never be repaired. The torn pieces of his heart were so mangled that no stitch could ever pull them back together. Stefan knew he was broken, and he knew that the only thing that could repair those fragile pieces was if he was reunited with you.

    So when Bonnie discovered that there was a way to kill Katherine Pierce by keeping her in hell and letting the hellfire consume her as Bonnie destroyed it, Stefan knew what he had to do.


    Stefan entered the empty cavern of the tunnels, letting his eyes fall upon Katherine and Damon as they argued.

    “You’re bluffing,” Katherine replied, a smug smile falling upon her lips.

    Before Damon had the chance to respond, Stefan spoke up, alerting the two as they argued, “No, he’s not. And neither am I.” Stefan took careful steps into the cavern, letting the two watch him as he maneuvered his way closer.

    “I got this handled, bro,” Damon muttered, eyes wide as he takes in Stefan. It was the first time in a long while that Stefan had gotten involved in one of the “adventures” that the Mystic Falls group tended to attract. “You need to get out of these tunnels,” Damon continues.

    Stefan shakes his head, “I’m not the one who’s going to get out of here - you are.”

    “Bad time to be a martyr, Stefan,” Damon growls.

    “Said the martyr,” Stefan quickly retorts.

    Katherine turns and tries to make her way towards the exit, “I’m going to let the two if you figure this out amongst yourselves.” She steps closer to the exist of the tunnels but is stopped when Damon draws his hand back and lets the knife fly, hitting Katherine in the back. She is immediately subdued, falling to the ground where both Damon and Stefan know she won’t be rising from anytime soon.

    Damon steps forward the confront his brother, “Fine, then we will both go.”

    “Somebody needs to stay here and make sure she’s actually in hell when it’s destroyed,” Stefan replies.

    “I’m aware,” Damon speaks, cutting Stefan off as he tries to speak, “tell Elena that I did this for her, to pay for my past mistakes.”

    Stefan shakes his head, “You can tell her yourself. I need to do this Damon. I owe it to Bonnie and Enzo - I owe it to a lot of people.”

    Damon shakes of the hint at your name, instead choosing to try to convince Stefan out of his suicide mission, “I can’t let you die here, Stefan.”

    “Yes,” Stefan nods, “you are.”

    “Are you seriously going to sit here and argue with me about who needs this redemption more?” Damon cries, “You’re not responsible for Enzo, Stefan!”

    Stefan feels a weight in his heart as he replies, “You keep saying that but you’re wrong! We are all responsible for our own actions. Every drop of blood that I have spilled, I am accountable for.”

    Damon paces back and forth as Stefan attempts to convince him, trying to wrap his head around his brother’s logic. “Then I’m accountable too, and I have spilled even more!”

    “Damon, I’m human. In sixty years I’m going to be old and I’m going to be dead. You have quite literally an eternity with Elena ahead of you-”

    “Which means a lot less without you!” Damon cries.

    “Do you think I want this? I lost the love of my life, my wife is dead and she is waiting for me to come home to her. In the nearly two centuries since I made you become a vampire, I have fought to turn you into the man who deserves the happiness that is out there right now. Damon, I can’t have that happiness because [Y/N] is already gone. I can’t be happy until she is back by my side once more, Damon,” Stefan cries, tears welling in his eyes as he recalls the woman he loved. His heart, although torn and broken, could be restrung if he had the chance to see his wife again.

    “No,” Damon whispers, his focus not completely in the conversation as he remembers his sister-in-law.

    “So let me do this for you,” Stefan whispers.

    “No.”

    “Then let me do this for me,” Stefan cries. It had been too long since he had seen you and that separation was beginning to tear him apart from the inside. It wasn’t just your death that lingered over him, it was the guilt of not saving you and the horror of having no way to bring you back. He may have been human now, but there was no life for him unless you were in it. There was no purpose of living unless you were living.

    “Please,” Stefan whispers.

    Damon’s body shakes as he takes a moment to think. His body hurting as he thinks of what he is going to do next, knowing that Stefan will never forgive him, “I love you, little brother.

    “I love you too.”

    Damon steps forward, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder shaking his head as he speaks, “And you’re right - you are human. Which is why I can do this.” Salty tears begin to roll down his eyes as he speaks his next words, his pupils widening as he compels his little brother, “Go, walk out of these tunnels and you are not going to stop until my death breaks the compulsion,” Stefan struggles against his brother, pleading for him to stop so that he can finally be reunited with his wife, “Because I am the big brother. I’m sorry I wasn’t better at it until now.”

    The two brothers cry as Damon compels his brother to escape the tunnels, not knowing that Stefan was already on vervain. Stefan lets out a teary-eyed smile as he turns and emotionlessly leaves the tunnels with a heavy-heart and a mission in his mind.


Minutes later, Damon is holding Katherine in front of the tunnels, waiting for the hellfire to consume them. Katherine struggles, attempting to break free of his strong hold. However, before the fire reaches them, Damon is stabbed by a syringe of Stefan’s blood, transferring the cure to his body. Stefan lets the syringe hit the floor as Damon looks up at his brother in shock before Stefan throws his body out of the way of the hellfire.

Stefan grabs ahold of Katherine, knowing that he will be dead soon because he no longer has the cure running through his veins. He drags her body back into the tunnel as she cries out for him to stop.

“Stefan, please,” Katherine cries.

He ignores her plea and pierces the dagger into her heart before turning to his brother who lays unconscious on the floor, “Goodbye brother,” he whispers. Stefan then turns his head back to the tunnel before him and allows the fire to consume him body, his last thoughts being of his beautiful wife who he would be seeing soon.


Stefan lets his hand fall away from Elena’s, making his way towards the doors before him. Anticipation fills his every movement as he moves closer. It had been too long since he had seen you, since he had been able to touch you or even speak to you. It may not have been an eternity but, God, did it feel like it.

Letting the light take over his figure, his eyes adjust against the harsh, bright sun as he steps into the parking lot. His eyes scan the area until they land on one figure. One figure who has his breath taken away the moment his eyes land on her. Before he even gets a chance to do anything, tears are overtaking his vision and he lets out a watery smile.

    “I told you that I would always have you by my side, my dream catcher,” you let out. Your body is leaning against Stefan’s old car, arms crossed over your chest as you admire the love of your life. On the inside, your body is buzzing with excitement - he’s here, he’s actually here. It takes all the strength you have in your body to not rush over to him immediately,

    Stefan laughs softly, “And that’s where I’ll be for the rest of my days.”

    His words are all it takes for you to rush over to him, you’re feet moving as quickly as you can. You are taken into his arms, his biceps crushing you into his chest, where he buries his face in your hair. You cry out, letting your arms wind around his waist as you softly cry, letting out little hiccups as you try to laugh. Taking in his scent, your throat makes a happy noise as you bury your nose in his chest. “I love you,” you whimper, “I love you so much.”

    Stefan lets a few of his tears drip onto your hair, “I love you too.”

    And then he’s placing his lips onto yours, lifting you by your hips as he spins you around in circles. You let out a few giggles as you twirl with his strong arms embracing you. His lips are as soft as you remember and his kiss feels as though it’s brightening your soul. In reality, your kiss is stitching back the pieces of Stefan’s broken heart. Those torn and mangles pieces that had been in his heart for so long were finally being repaired. He could feel his heart becoming lighter as he tilted his head, letting his lips slot against yours once more.

    When he brings his head back, he buries his face in your neck letting out a happy laugh that he had not made in a while. It doesn’t take long before he places his hand on your cheek, admiring the way you gaze into his eyes. He watches as you place your hand over his own, his eyes sparkling as you smile. His eyes fall upon the wedding bands on both your fingers, his heart ringing as he is finally reunited with his wife.


    (extra)

    They bury his body in the tomb next to yours, hoping that if they were close here, they would be close in whatever afterlife they end up in.

    Damon stands in front of the two headstones, letting memories of his two best friends wash over him for one last time. He turns his head as Caroline enters the room, watching as she approaches him.

    “Do you think they found peace?” Damon whispers.

    “Together?” Caroline replies, “yeah, they definitely found peace together.”

Zenyatta

>Is honored by all of your compliments

>After you give him a few, though, he’ll say something like “We all have great qualities inside of us, waiting to be released”

>Then you just compliment him on his wisdom and way with words

>That’s the one compliment that really warms his gears, and as you keep going he falls in love with you all over again

McCree

>He knew you were sweet before you started dating, but he was not prepared for this much sugar.

>He hardly has time to get over the last compliment before you give him another one

>He actually starts to cry a little, he’s so happy you love him that much

>He starts to give you a few back, starting a cycle of the two of you complimenting each other and making each other blush

>This continues for hours

Hanzo

>When you start, he doesn’t take them all to heart

>As you keep going, he realizes how genuine you’re being with each one

>He stares at you in awe as you continue

>Once you’re finished, he says nothing, making you afraid that you’ve embarrassed yourself for a second

>Suddenly you’re tight in his embrace, and he’s choking back tears, repeating over and over how much he loves you

-Mod Galaxy

Midnight Snack

It was the summer break and everyone made plans to go on trips or to hang out with friends. Everyone except for Adrien. His father wouldn’t allow it, his father had other things in mind. More modeling. Adrien had the energy to burn, his fencing teacher took a trip to Spain and wouldn’t be back until the end of August. Adrien was bored out of his mind, there were less Akuma attacks in Paris around this time of year. 

Adrien’s father was in a different city for two days along with Nathalie and their driver. Surprisingly Adrien’s father, Gabriel Agreste, allowed Adrien to stay home alone until he comes back. It wasn’t like Adrien could do anything, the house was on lockdown. If the front door were to ever be opened, Mr. Agreste would be alerted immediately and Adrien would never see the sun ever again. But luckily Chat Noir wasn’t on lockdown. 

It was almost three in the morning and Adrien just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. He walked around his house a couple of times, to tired himself out. Of course, Adrien just wanted to move more. He walked to the kitchen and looked around. Everything he found were raw food and Camembert. He sighed and leaned back on the counter. Then he had an idea. Quickly, Adrien ran to his room where Plagg was sleeping and transformed himself to Chat Noir. 

“Wha-ahh!” Plagg cried before being sucked into Adrien’s ring. 

Chat Noir scurried out the nearest window and untransformed in the empty streets. Adrien thought he would’ve been scared, but everything just felt, right. He wondered around the streets he walked in the daylight as Chat Noir, but now he’s just Adrien in the dark and alone. But he didn’t mind, for some reason he felt more himself at night. 

Well, he thought he was the only person his age out walking around Paris. Across the street, he could see a familiar shop glowing bright and a big shadowy figure moving from the table to the stove. As Adrien approach closer, he realized it was Marinette’s father. Tom Dupain turned around and saw Adrien standing outside of his shop’s window. 

Tom walked over and unlocked the door for him. “Come in, it’s cold out.” He told Adrien.

Adrien didn’t realize he was staring, but he also didn’t hesitate to go in. He took a seat at one of the very few tables they had. “Thanks.” 

“You’re one of Marinette’s friends, right? Adrien?” Tom asked, taking off his apron. Adrien nodded. Tom got out two cups and started to make some hot cocoa. “So what are you doing out there in the middle of the night?” He asked, placing the hot drinks on the table.

“I just couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk.” Adrien gripped his cup, warming his hands from the cold air outside. “What are you doing still up at this hour?” Adrien asked Mr. Dupain. 

Tom leaned back in his chair, “Oh, same as you. I couldn’t sleep. So I decided to bake a snack instead of walking around outside like you.” Adrien couldn’t help but laugh. He realized how stupid he had been. “How’s your summer break so far?” Tom asked, picking up his cup. 

“Modeling and staying at home most of the time. How is yours?”

Tom sighed, “Baking and paying the bills.” 

They both laughed. 

Ding!

The mini cookies were done. Tom got a plate and dumped the streaming hot goods on it. He placed the plate on the table. “Help yourself.” Tom offered. Adrien reached and grabbed one but quickly dropped it. Adrien attempted to catch it but accidentally slammed his hand on the table, and once again when he tried to lift his hand. He started blowing his hand, “Sorry.” They both laughed again. 

Then the door started to slowly open. “Dad, it’s past three AM. Why are you still up and making so much noise? I sleep in the loft and I could hear you without any problems.” Marinette said, walking in as she rubbed her eyes to clear her vision.

“It’s the vents! I’m down here because I didn’t want to wake you.” Tom told her as he picks up the cookie Adrien dropped.

“Sorry, it was my fault. I slammed my hand on the table. Multiple times.” Adrien smiled.

Marinette rubbed her eyes again in disbelief. But Adrien was in her family’s bakery. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair. “Ahhh, A-Adrien! H-hi! Why are you here? In my dad’s bakery? At three-thirty? In the morning?” 

“I found him outside in the cold and invited him in. Turns out I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.” Tom told Marinette who was still stunned about Adrien being here.

“O-oh.” 

Then the same door Marinette came through opened again. “What is all the fuss?” Marinette’s mother asked in her flowery robe. “Oh! We have a guest!” 

“Why don’t you two grab a chair and join us for hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies?” Tom inviting them, holding two cups out to them. 

Not long after the four of them were huddled around a small table laughing and talking. The cookies were finished in no time. Adrien hasn’t felt this warm fuzzy feeling inside of him in a long time. A little over four years to be exact. 

They didn’t stop talking until the sun came up. 

Requiem for a Bowtie
  • Griffin: Both of its hands are missing...
  • Clint: Reach inside its robe and see if you can find its rod.
  • Griffin: AND...
  • Justin: *whispering fervently* does it have a tie does it have a bowtie tell me it doesn't have a bowtie
  • Travis: *anguished* Griffin!
  • Griffin: It has a shimmering, rainbow bowtie
  • All other McElroys: NOOOOO!!!!
  • Justin: JENKINS!!
  • Travis: We should have appreciated him when he was alive!!
  • Griffin: Jenkins has been beheaded, behanded...
  • Taako: *sadly with a little sob* If only you had used one of your spell slots to prevent this!