yeah probably me

staranon95  asked:

For the king au, what was it like when Ryan was first crowned? What was his reaction going into it? The reactions of the other kingdoms, Ryan's own court? What was he getting himself into?

Oh gosh, I know I said we had a lot developed but Ryan is more @sorcererinslytherin‘s specialty than mine (I tend to do more Gavin and Jeremy focused), but I’ll give it a go and she can fill in when she can.

Ryan was always meant for the crown, raised for in since birth practically as his parents ruled before him. So he always knew he was going to be the ruler, though I’m sure it was a bit overwhelming at first. Especially as he had to do it all on his own.

Ryan’s own court… well isn’t the nicest. The kingdom is a poorer one, scrapping by and it leads to all sorts of tensions amongst everyone, lots of attempts at overthrowing or at least trying to show that Ryan wasn’t fit to rule. It lead to a world of trust issues and trained coldness in order to prove his rule. But Ryan was still good, still trying to do the best he can for his people. And his kingdom has steadily improved under his rule, though still is a bit behind some of the others, especially Geoff’s.

As for the other kingdoms, Ryan’s remained relatively isolated from the other kingdoms? So, they probably heard of him taking the rule, but very few had even meet him until Geoff visited and brought him in for the alliance amongst all the kingdoms. And Ryan was feared a bit, even if they haven’t met him his kingdom and it’s rulers have some feared rumors following it. It’s a darker kingdom, supposedly filled with dark magic that the rulers themselves use readily.

Despite this, the other Kings (and Queen (Jack)) were still respectful of him and all, even when nervous around him, tried to treat him like any of the other kings. And there grew some trust, friendship even, amongst all of them. In the End, Ryan finally grows warmer, allowed to with actual support and help for his rule, and finally Ryan isn’t as alone anymore.

Okay guys, for writing/general reference, a bit about what a ‘blacksmith’ is and isn’t:

A blacksmith is a generalist, a person who uses tools and fire to work iron.  Some blacksmiths work more specifically, so you get, say, an architectural blacksmith, who focuses more or less exclusively on things like gates, rails, fences, or an artist blacksmith, who makes wacky sculptures or what have you.  These days, though, that’s a pretty blurry line.  ‘Blacksmith’ is a pretty damn broad term, but it’s nowhere near broad enough to cover everything encompassed in ‘metalworker’, which is how I often see it used.  There are a LOT of different skills for working metal, and no one knows them all.  Some other terms:

A farrier shoes horses.  They may make the shoes, or they may buy them and then size them, but they actually do the shoeing.  Unless the blacksmith is also a farrier, they don’t know shit about horses’ hooves and are not qualified to deal with them and probably don’t want to.

A blacksmith works IRON (or steel), usually almost exclusively.  They might work with bronze or do a bit of brazing, but those are really separate skillsets.  If you work, say, tin and/or pewter, you are in fact a whitesmith.  You could also be a silversmith or a coppersmith, and so on.

Knifemakers and swordsmiths have their own highly specialized and fairly complex specialties, and usually a blacksmith wouldn’t mess with that unless they want to pick up a new skillset or if they’re really the only game going for a long way around.  By the same token, a swordsmith might never have learned the more general blacksmithing skills.  They’re not the same thing is what I’m trying to say here.  Likewise armorers.  There’s overlap but it’s not the same thing.

If you make metal items via molds and casting, you work at a foundry and are a foundryman.

Look, when metalworkers and individual shops and masters were the height of industry, this shit got REALLY specific.  There were people who spent their whole lives making pins.  Just pins.  Foundries specialized and made only bells, only cannon, only cauldrons, etc.  This is scratching the surface, I just wanted to make the point that ‘blacksmith’ is not the same thing as ‘magical muscly person who knows how to do everything related to metal’.

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i cannot stop thinking about this glorious tweet about keith’s dad seeing keith’s hot galra mom for the first time

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gotta be careful about what you tell an alien who’s just found out he’s an alien

a doodle comic that got totally outta hand bc man reigen makes such a cool agent

MIB AU setup from this post  

asexual ppl: we’re going to refer to non-asexual people as “allosexual” just so we have some easy words to use in discussions :)

a significant portion of this website: literally how fucking dare you

peridot and lapis holding hands for @ridl

Question,

Does anyone else feel like they ship non-canon ships more than canon ones? Cause… I feel like I do. It’s like, I’m more passionate (excited?) for something to happen than it already happening. Like I cherish some deep, sentimental eye contact more than a full on kiss. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? IS THIS JUST ME? I LOVE BEING IN PAIN.

As You Wish - Negan

Okay, so this fic is kinda just snapshots of their life, and I really want to do another one where the reader seems him again, so please let me know if you’d like/want that!
Part Two

“Hey, Rosita,” you said, walking into the medical facility. The gorgeous woman looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, what’s up?” she said, continuing to sharpen her knife.

“How may people do you know, before or now, with the name Negan?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering.” She looked up at you, clearly not believing your story and shook her head. 

“No one. Just this son of a bitch.” You nodded and paused for a moment before walking back out of the facility. You walked aimlessly through out Alexandria, your mind racing. Just a few days before, Rick and the others brought back the news of Negan and his group of Saviours, and what they did and have done.

Since then, you couldn’t stop thinking about the man you knew years ago. It had been two years since you had joined Rick’s group, but you still remembered everything from before. Everything and everyone.


It had been an incredibly sunny day when the last member of your family, your sister, died. She had gone out to go to the bathroom, and the next thing you knew, you were stabbing her in the head to keep her from becoming one of them.

You buried her behind the house you had stayed in for the last few weeks, right next to your mother. You left the house after that, not ever wanting to step back on there again. Walking aimlessly for hours, you eventually heard the all too familiar moan of walkers not too far away. You were bored and had nothing to do, so you walked that way.

After walking through a clearing, you found one man taking on a group of at least thirty walkers. For a moment, you played with the idea of just leaving him here. Then you thought of your family and knew that they wouldn’t want that. So, you picked up the bat in your hand and ran into the clearing.

The handsome man looked over at you in surprise when you bashed the head in of an incoming walker. You smiled slightly at him, and he burst into a pearly white grin. For the next few minutes, no sound was made between the two of you, except a few grunts as you killed walkers. When they were finally all down, the man sat down in the grass, wiping some blood off of his face.

“That’s one hell of a bat you got there,” he finally said, smirking up at you. You smiled back, one of the first true, genuine smiles you had for a long time.

“It’s all about the batter, not the bat,” you said, quoting something your father had told you when you were played little league years ago. He grinned again and you reached out a hand to help him up. He took it with a firm grip and sat up, nearly pulling you along with him.

“Thank you. You’re one hell of a batter.”

“No problem,” you said, swinging the bat over your back. “Well, see you around.” You slowly took a few steps back before turning around. The man cleared his throat and you smiled. 

“Ya know, my mother always told me there was a proper way to thank a woman.” You spun around and tilted your head.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s that?”

“Let me show you,” he said, nodding his head up at you. You twisted your lips, hiding a smile. 

“I don’t even know your name.”

“And I don’t know yours. Batty?” he asked with a grin. You laughed and shook your head.

“No. Y/N.”

“Negan. Now we know each other’s name. Do you have any other plans for the rest of the day?” You laughed again.

“No.”

“Good, then come with me.” You opened your mouth to come up with an excuse, but couldn’t and didn’t want to think of one. He started walking the opposite way from where you were going, and you followed. There was nothing left for you back there. 

“How did you get yourself tangled up with that mess?” you asked, running a bit to catch up with him.

“I walked right into it.”

“Why?”

“I like a challenge,” he said with a grin, looking down at you. You noticed that his eyes flickered just briefly down your body and you shook your head. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me regret saving your ass.” He smiled and nodded.

“As you wish.”


You were too afraid to ask anyone what this Negan looked like. You knew they would all think you were crazy. This was the man who killed Glenn and Abraham, why should you care what he looked like?

The sun was bright like it was that day two years ago. You sat down in the grass near the gazebo that Reg had built. You started pulling at the grass, not even thinking about what you were doing.

So many people had lost so much a few nights ago. You were selfish to begin to worry about yourself. The man you knew must be long gone. He would have never been capable of doing this. You laid down on your stomach, letting the prickly grass tickle your stomach. 

No matter what you did, though, you couldn’t keep Negan from your thoughts. Everything that the two of you went through, you knew him as well as you knew yourself. There was no way this was the same man. There was no way this was the same man, you repeated to yourself over and over.


Negan and you walked for nearly an hour. He asked you question after question about how you got here and what you had to go back to. You told him about your family, and everything that had happened to get you here. When you asked him the same questions, his bright smile faltered. 

You apologized, letting him know that he didn’t have to tell you, but he did. He told you about the child he lost just before everything happened, and the wife he lost afterwards. The two of you fell into a silence after that until a cabin came into view. 

“That’s mine,” he said. He led the way for a few more paces, and opened the back, wooden door for you. You stepped into the cabin, looking around the small place. The backdoor led into a kitchen. A sweet aroma filled the room, and you could have swore something was cooking. 

“That’s my sweet bread,” he said, closing the door behind him. You looked back at him in shock and he put up his hands. “I told you, I like a challenge.”

He let you stay for dinner, where he cooked you your first real meal in a long time. The spaghetti was delicious, and he served it with a bottle of whiskey. He was surprised that you were a whiskey drinker, making you smile. You told him you were full of surprises. 

The bright sun that had taunted you all day was beginning to set and you knew you needed to go. There was only a few more minutes left for you to find shelter. You walked towards the door where your bat was leaned against and picked it up.

“Where you going?” Negan asked. You turned around with a slight smile.

“Your mother did teach you how to thank a girl. But I really should get going.”

“It’s nearly dark.”

“And I’ve extended my welcome. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will, but I’d like it if you stayed. It would make me feel a little safer if I knew I had the greatest batter sleeping in my bed.” You felt a blush creep across your cheeks and opened your mouth before closing it again.

“I’m not sleeping with you,” you said immediately. Negan laughed and put up his hands defensively. 

“I didn’t mean nothing by it. I just meant you could sleep in my bed.”

“I’m not gonna kick you out.” He flopped down on the couch, his smile still plastered on his face.

“I like the couch even more.” You sighed and laid the bat back down. Darkness was already falling and there was no way you were going to find good cover in the next ten minutes.

“Fine. Just for the night.”

“As you wish.”


One night turned into many, and eventually you and Negan had been together for a month. You kept up the same routine. Negan offered you his bed every night, and you always denied. He always ended up taking the couch, though. 

One of those mornings, you woke up to the sound of someone in the bathroom. You rolled over in bed and saw Negan standing in front of the mirror. His hair was wet from the makeshift shower you two had created out of well water. He noticed your gaze and looked over at you.

“Mornin’.”

“Morning,” you replied sleepily. “What are you doing? Admiring your reflection?”

“No, that’s your job.” You snorted and fought off the blush growing on your cheeks. “I was actually thinkin’ about shaving,” he said, motioning to the blade in his hands. You jumped out of bed and took the blade from his hand. You had gotten up so quickly, you forgot that you were wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of underwear. Negan took notice, a small smile growing on his face.

“Is there a reason you don’t want me to shave?” he asked.

“I like the beard.” He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

“Then I’ll keep it.” You smiled and relinquished the blade back into his hands. “But, if we’re talking about the things we like, I like this look on you.” You let out a breath, realizing that you were about an inch away from him.

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll keep wearing it,” you said as coyly as possible. He laughed as you walked away and crawled back into bed. You turned away from him, not wanting him to see the smile and blush on your face. 

“You wanna go on a run with me?” he asked, kicking the edge of the bed. You rolled over and looked at him. 

“Yeah.” He held out his hand and he helped you out of bed. “Give me a minute to get ready?” 

“Yeah.”

An hour or so later, you had found a truck with a good bit of gas still in it, and were on your way to the grocery store that Negan had scouted out a few days ago. When you pulled up right outside the grocery store, Negan got out first. You grabbed onto your bat and shut the door behind you.

“You always use that bat?” he asked, a smirk growing on his face.

“Always. It’s good luck.”

“Well good, cause we’re gonna need it.” You swung the bat over your shoulder and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that so?”

“Mmhm,” he said, biting his lip. You followed him through the parking lot, noticing a few walkers shuffling around. “I know there’s gotta be more inside.”

“Alright. Well let’s get going.”

“I like your enthusiasm,” he said, tossing you a empty bag. As you walked towards the entrance, Negan stabbed two walkers that were walking closer to you both. You picked up your bat and smashed the glass doors opened. Before you walked in, though, Negan stopped you. You looked up at him curiously as he picked a piece of shattered glass out of your hair.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.” He walked into the store, and you followed, soon realizing that his guess was right. The store was crawling with walkers. Some of them took notice of your sound, but most hadn’t. You two exchanged a look and a wicked smile came across Negan’s face. 

He walked further into the room and started taking them down one by one. The more he stabbed the more that came closer to him. He seemed to grow happier as each one crossed his path. Soon, they were nearly all gone. He looked back at you, the same grin on his face. You clapped your hands in mock appreciation and he bowed.

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Alright, superman,” you said. “Let’s get looking.” He laughed and nodded, taking his bag back from your hand. You split up and started looking for anything. You found two tubes of toothpaste, a hairbrush, three cans of refried beans, one bag of spaghetti noodles, and a jar of apricot jelly. You were about to head back to search your area again when you heard a crash. 

Taking off towards where the sound came from, you looked to find Negan in the middle of the technology center, three walkers coming in on him. You looked down and saw his knife completely out of reach. In his hands, he had a dvd box of Risky Business in his hands, and was currently using that as a weapon.

“Need a little help?” you called. He looked back at you, and a little bit of a smile spread across his face.

“No, I’ve got it.” You laughed. When you did, the walker closest to you noticed you and started walking towards you. In one swing, you killed it. Negan clapped a little and you moved closer towards him. The walkers were getting close to him, and in his defense, he did manage to impale one of them with Risky Business. You walked forward and killed the other. “Thanks,” he said.

“Yeah. Did you find anything good?” you asked. He shrugged and started to reach for his bag, but as he did, you heard the familiar moan of a walker. Looking down, you saw one had grabbed onto his hand, and was crawling out of the shelving underneath the center. Instantly, as Negan struggled to free himself, you picked up your bat and immediately bashed its head in. 

A bit of blood had splattered on both of your faces, and you were both close now. Negan looked up at you in surprise, and just as you were about to rub it in his face, he put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss. You were surprised but didn’t let that stop you from kissing him back twice as hard. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment.

“You have blood on your cheek,” he said, wiping a bit of it away.

“That kind of happens when you save someone’s life.” He laughed and sighed.

“Thank you.”


“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Gabriel asked, drawing you from your imagination. You looked up at him and smiled. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” you replied. He sat down in the grass next to you and took a deep breath. For a while, the two of you just sat in silence while a million questions raged in your mind. Eventually, you couldn’t help yourself and blurted something out.

“Do you think anyone can be redeemed?” you asked. He looked at you thoughtfully and took a moment before responding.

“I believe that our lord is forgiving and kind. So, yes, I think that anyone can be redeemed. Why do you ask?”

“I’m tired of people dying,” you said, picking at some of the grass. 

“Are you talking about Glenn and Abraham? They were good me-”

“I’m not talking about them,” you said immediately. You were doing everything you could to not think about Glenn and Abraham.

“Then who are you referring to?” he asked. You didn’t answer and continued to pick at the grass. You could feel his eyes on you, so you eventually met them.

“Do you believe in evil?”

“Why?”

“Do you think someone who has done evil things can become good again?” 

“I think if they put their mind to it they could. Anyone can change.”

“Not everyone can be forgiven,” you said, frowning.

“No, I suppose that depends on the person,” he said. “Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said, standing up and dusting the grass off of you. “Like I said, I’m just tired of people dying.”


One day, weeks after the incident as the grocery store, you and Negan were sitting out in the sun. You were leaning against his chest, twirling your bat in between your fingers.

“How long do you think you’ll keep that bat?” he asked.

“Forever. And then when I die you’ll get to take care of it,” you said. He chuckled and shook his head.

“You’re not gonna die, Y/N.”

“Someday,” you said with a shrug.

“Why do you think you’ll die before me?” he asked. “Like you’ve said before, I’m a million years older.” You smiled and tilted your head back to look at him.

“That is true. I don’t know why, but I just know I will.” He shook his head and pulled you close.

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” You kissed him.

“How about who ever outlives the other has to take care of the bat?” you asked.

“Fine,” he said with a laugh. “If this bat is going to be our child, what should it be called?” he asked. You laughed and looked back at the bat.

“Lucille.”

“Lucille?”

“Yeah, it was my grandmother’s name.”

“You’re kidding,” he said, taking the bat from your hand. 

“No. I always promised that I would name my child after her. I’m not going to have any real children so why not.” Negan looked at you seriously and sighed.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah I do,” you said, standing up. “I wouldn’t bring a child into this mess. Now, can I have the bat back?” you asked. 

“She has a name.” You snorted.

“Can I have Lucille back?”

“Of course,” he said, handing it to you. “She’s a lady, you’ve got to treat her like one.”


“Hey, Simon, have you seen Negan?” you asked. He shook his head. Within the last six months, you and Negan has met a man named Simon, and his small group. All together, there was about ten of you, and you had to move out of your cabin. You had found an abandoned motel in a small town, and were currently working on renovating it to make homes for everyone in your group.

“Try the administration building,” Katie said. You nodded and walked towards the room. You opened the door and found him rifling through all of the useless paperwork in there.

“Hey,” you said softly. He looked up and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?” you asked, walking around the front desk he stood behind and sitting up on the counter top.

“Just through all this shit. What’s up?”

“Just looking for you.” He smiled and put his hands on your thighs, moving closer to you.

“Well you found me, baby.” You grinned and leaned in to kiss him. He smiled into your kiss and pulled you in closer by tugging on your lip. He had moved himself closer by spreading open your legs so that he was now standing in between them.

“Negan, I-” Simon walked into the room and immediately stopped talking. Negan stopped kissing you and tensed up a little. He pulled away and looked over at him.

“What?” he asked.

“There was just a few things I wanted to ask you about,” he said. Negan opened his mouth, and you knew he was about to rip Simon a new one so you put a hand on his muscular shoulder.

“Okay, Simon, he’ll be there in a minute.” He nodded and walked out of the room. Negan looked at you with a bit of anger and you pushed him back so you could jump down.

“What the hell was that?” he asked.

“What?” you asked, looking back at him as you moved towards the door. “Don’t get shitty with me.”

“I’ve never gotten shitty with you,” he said firmly.

“Well don’t start. You’re a good leader. These people look to you for guidance, give it to them.”

“I don’t like to be interrupted,” he said. You sighed and walked back towards him, pecking him on the lips. 

“To be continued,” you said. He smiled and kissed you once more.


You would spend a year and three months with Negan before the unthinkable happened. The renovations to the motel has proved successful, and your group was starting to grow. Negan had become the unofficial leader of the group, and you two had moved into one of the nicer rooms on the third floor.

You woke up one night when you heard a sound. Crawling out of Negan’s strong grip, you moved towards the window, wondering what was going on. Across the way, you saw a small fire burning. 

“Negan. Babe, wake up,” you called, keeping your eyes glued on the fire. “Negan!” He woke up and looked over at you in confusion.

“What?”

“Come here.” He groaned and threw the blankets off of him, walking your way. He put a hand on your waist, making you step away from the window.

“The hell?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

“Who is that?” you asked. He shrugged.

“I don’t see anyone. I’ll go check it out.”

“No,” you said immediately. “Make Simon go out. I don’t want you to leave me,” you said, putting a hand on his exposed chest. He smirked and looked down at your hand, and then down the rest of your body.

“Well, you are wearing my favorite outfit.” You glanced down at your t-shirt and underwear and laughed.

“You’re a perv.”

“Yeah, but you like me anyways,” he said, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You nearly forgot about the fire as he kissed you, and pushed him away suddenly.

“The fire,” you said. He rolled his eyes and walked to the door. As he walked two doors down to talk to Simon, you kept your eyes glued on the fire. Like Negan said, you couldn’t see anyone around the fire. He came back a moment later, and pulled you away from the window.

“Come on,” he said, picking you up just slightly and throwing you back down on the bed. You laughed and he laid down on top of you. He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face and you smiled.

“Did you get Simon to go check it out?” 

“Yeah, he and Tony are going out now.”

“Good. Thank you.” He nodded and leaned down to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“Of course you do,” he said with a grin. You shoved his shoulder, pushing him off of you. You got out of bed, and started moving back towards the window as he laughed.

“I’m just kidding, I love you, too. Baby, I love you so much.” You looked back at him, watching him smile up at you.

“Yeah?”

“More than anything.”

“You better,” you said, taking a step closer to the bed. “I’d have to kill you if you d-” An explosion cut you off and soon you were blacked out.

When you woke up again, it was daytime and you were laying in a pile of rubble and bodies. Turning your head slightly, you saw Katie. Her eyes were wide open, and there was blood dripping from her head. You started to panic, realizing what was happening.

Whoever had done this had put you in this pile because they thought you were dead. You listened carefully and heard muffled voices. Braving a look up, you didn’t see anyone around and figured they were closer to the burning down motel. You knew that you had only a moment to get away, and took your moment.

You stood up, and immediately stumbled. Your ankle was definitely sprained at best, maybe even broken. You hobbled the best you could towards the woods surrounding the motel. Surprisingly, there weren’t many walkers coming towards the noise, so you didn’t have to worry about that.

Instead, you focused your worry on where Negan was. You looked for his body in the pile, but didn’t see him. You thought about going back and looking for him, but knew that he wouldn’t have wanted you to do that. You ran away from the motel until it was dark again. You hobbled back, finding it deserted. The entire place was burnt to ashes, now, with only the administration building still standing. 

You raced towards it, not caring about the pain in your ankle. Hoping with every fiber of your being that Negan would be standing in the room looking through paper work again, you swung open the door. You looked through all of the remains, looked at all of the half burnt dead bodies, and called and called for him. Negan wasn’t here. 

Looking around desperately, the pain in your ankle finally started to get to you. You fell down on your knees and started crying. The last hope you had for this world was gone, and you were all alone. Again.


You made your way back to your house in Alexandria and shook away the tears that were starting to form in your eye again. Negan was dead. He had been dead for the past two years. He was gone and you were never going to see him again.

This Negan wasn’t the same one, you tried to assure yourself. Yours was gone, and you needed to move on from that.

~Legend says a Goddess watches over each clan. The Healing Goddess, Sakura, in charge of the Hatake clan was once disguised as the koi the Hatake clan has taken care of way back when Konoha was founded. Being the last of the Hatake, Sakura must take care of Kakashi in order to make sure his line continues [wink wonk]. But he has to prove himself worthy of her presence; else she becomes another clan’s Goddess.~

I also don’t know why a Goddess would hold a scalpel but I love the idea of her threatening people (Kakashi) with it when she’s pissed

Breathe Again (Jumin x MC) - oneshot

A/N:  This is angst.  Or, at least my try in angst.  An Anon asked for Saeran angst, but he’s just so generally angsty so I need some time to collect my thoughts on that lol!

The lyrics in the story is from Sara Bareilles’s song, “Breathe Again”.

Written in MC’s POV, towards Jumin.

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I opened my eyes as soon as I felt your deep, steady breathing.  For the months I have lived with you, it’s enough for me to tell that you are already in deep sleep.  I lifted my gaze a little and saw that the bedside clock read 2:57am.

I gently turned in bed and found you sleeping on your side.  You look so calm, so peaceful.  So impossibly beautiful.  Out of habit I gently brush your hair away from your face, and the way your skin glowed while bathed in moonlight is still so breathtaking to me.

-

Car is parked

Bags are packed

But what kind of heart doesn’t look back?

-

For the past few weeks I notice that you no longer watched me the way you used to…you can’t even tell if I was asleep anymore.  Somehow, I wished that you were merely tired from all the work that you do.

The way that the moon played with the shadows on the bridge of your nose and the curve of your lips remind me so much of the day when you took my hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, asking me, oh so romantically, if we could be together for the rest of our lives.

For the first time in my life, I was so happy, Jumin.

You made me the happiest girl in the world.

-

At the comfortable glow from the porch,

The one I will still call yours?

-

I couldn’t help but smile wistfully as I trace your features with my eyes.

Committing you to memory.

One last time.

-

All those words came undone and now I’m not the only one

Facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns

-

My eyes caught a glint on your left hand.  Our wedding ring.

It’s that same hand that held me when we kissed the first time.  The same hand that took mine and placed the ring on my finger.  That same hand that held me close night after night in passion.

The same hand that snaked around her waist as you held her close.

I bit my tears back. I cannot allow myself to be weak now. Not now.

-

All I have, all I need

He’s the air I would kill to breathe

-

I gently rolled over to my side of the bed, careful not to wake you up.  I want to look back to check on you, but I am so afraid that I might just come back into your arms.

There’s no point in me coming back into those arms that have held someone else.

But good God, I just want to pretend that I did not see you holding her close with your arm wrapped around her slim waist, our wedding ring glinting against the light as she gently lays a finger on your lips that promised me forever.

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Hang my head, break my heart built from all I have torn apart

And my burden to bear is a love I can’t carry anymore

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As quietly as possible I opened the closet that had everything you had given me since we were together.  I try desperately to fight back tears.  There will be time for tears later.

Rummaging through the darkness I finally found what I was looking for.  A small bag of the bare essentials I needed, and clothes that I actually own.  None of the things in this bag was given by you.

I dressed up in jeans and t-shirt.  Something I haven’t worn for a long time.  I looked at myself in the mirror and straight into my tired, swollen eyes.

Do it.  

I slung my bag over my shoulder and turned towards the bed.  I gingerly opened the bedside drawer and found the letter I have written a few nights ago, addressed to you.  I gently laid the letter right next to the bedside clock.

Then I wrapped my fingers around the wedding ring on my finger.

I made the mistake of taking a glimpse of you.  

It hurts to be here.

I only wanted love from you.

It hurts to be here.

I felt my tears roll down my cheeks as I closed my eyes and pulled the ring out of my finger, and laid it on top of the letter on the bedside table.

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All I have, all I need

He’s the air I would kill to breathe

Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something

Out of breath, I am left hoping someday

I’ll breathe again

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“Goodbye, Jumin.”

I made one last glance at you and gently closed the door.

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A/N: T__T I AM SO SORRY MC…I promise not to do something like this again.  T____T

I just felt really…sad today and the song just played in my head all of a sudden.

Me: I have very high standards!
Everyone: -submits their fanart/fanfics-
Me: YOU’RE MEETING ALL MY STANDARDS!!!!11!!


I’m sorry. Not really. I just love all your fanarts.

Dear people who think they might be aromantic: it’s okay to care. If you love deeply it’s okay. If you experience sexual attraction it’s okay. If you adore your friends and care for them a ton it’s okay.
You can be all of those things and aromantic. If you don’t think you are in love, then chances are you’re not. Don’t try to force feelings. You can love very deeply and still not love romantically. It’s okay. You’re okay.