#when everythings made to be broken (i just want you to know who i am)

[harmonicakai]

I Bet on Losing Dogs

Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader

Summary: Your insecurities get the best of you and you abandon your relationship with Beomgyu in the worst way possible.

Tropes: friends with benefits, angst, college AU, band AU

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of sex (mdni), emotional unavailability, slut shaming, no happy ending :-(

A/N: This is SAD because I am currently sad and also I didn’t bother to edit it. Apologies in advance to the Beomgyu biased readers bc I know this is not what anybody asked for </3

“You disappeared Like a faint ghost I bury it in the air What am I to you?” —Ghosting, TXT

You’re a horrible person.

Really, you should’ve broken things off with Beomgyu before they even began. It’s never a good idea to be friends with benefits with somebody you actually like. 

You do your best to distract yourself from confessing your love to him by sleeping with other guys. What started bright and electric between the two of you has fizzled with each encounter, his touch now feeling dull and hollow on your skin.

So, when you wake up next to him after a movie night, your stomach drops when you see the marks he’s left on your neck. Everybody will know what you get up to, if they haven’t already been gossiping about it behind your back.

There’s a numbness to the way you slip out of his apartment without so much as a goodbye. If you had woken him up, he would’ve noticed the sad look on your face and canceled all of his plans to spend the day making you feel better.

You don’t deserve his friendship, let alone his love, although he's only confessed the latter when he thinks you’re asleep and can’t hear him. Or, sometimes Huening Kai will let it slip how much Beomgyu talks about you when they’re away.

The walk home is brutal. You’re even wearing the jacket he’s refused to let you give back to him, knowing that if you had left it behind, he’d surely know something was wrong.

When he notices you’re gone, he shoots you a text about Merriam-Webster’s word of the day. Beomgyu has never cared for linguistics, but he knows you’re a real nerd about this kind of stuff. You decide not to reply.

Things would be much easier if you could just disappear out of his life, but the two of you have become so intertwined that it’s impossible. All of your friends are his friends.

Before him, you were just some quiet girl who shrunk away in the back of the classroom. After getting paired up and reading the poetry you managed to dream up, Beomgyu knew he had to get to know you more.

For most guys, the way he acts with you would come off as desperate. But he’s so earnest in his admiration for you and your talent that there’s simply no way he could possibly be faking it.

The first time you had gotten together was an honest mistake. You had been dumped, again, and he was there for you. It seems like he always is every time another man decides you aren’t worth his time.

It’s not that you don't love him. You do, as much as you’re able to. But you know that if you actually took things to the next level and they didn’t work out, it would break you entirely.

Still, is ghosting him without any sort of reason or explanation any better?

With finals in full swing, you know you’ve got the perfect excuse to be distant for a while. It’s the summertime that you’re worried about. Beomgyu has made sure to include you in every plan of his that he thinks you’d like, sometimes even arranging entire days around you in between his band’s schedules.

Really, the easiest way out is to start dating someone else. It always makes Beomgyu shrink further away from you to know that you will consistently pick someone else over him, although he’s secretly satisfied when things inevitably go sour. He hates knowing that the only thing that drives you into his arms is being rejected by somebody else, but he wants you too much to care.

The two of you talk about everything except how you feel about him, and he knows that he isn’t entitled to any of your emotions. You’ve made it clear from the start that you’re never going to be able to reciprocate in the way that he’d like for you to.

You weren’t always like this. At the start of college, you came in with the idea that you’d fall in love and have your happily ever after. But years of being used for your body and consequently dumped without reason has ripped your heart off your sleeve.

The way Beomgyu worships the ground you walk on makes no sense. You hate yourself. Maybe he just wants something to fix, and once you finally open up to him, he’ll leave you just like everybody else.

The thought makes no sense knowing him, but it’s the driving force in never confessing how you actually feel. So, you offer up yourself physically in the hopes that it’s enough, but it always leaves you feeling empty inside afterward. No amount of kisses or compliments will probably ever change that.

Among his bandmates, you’re closest to Yeonjun. He’s the only one who knows that you love Beomgyu just as much, maybe even more, than he loves you. 

It was revealed through a drunken confession at a frat party the weekend Beomgyu went home for his mom’s birthday, where you immediately got embarrassed and proceeded to go home with the first guy who gave you any sort of attention.

Meaningless sex is really the only way you can get off these days, but the act always leaves you feeling worse than feeling nothing at all with Beomgyu. But if you’re never going to be good enough, pure enough, to truly deserve him, then what’s the harm in another hook up?

You know that every time he finds out you've been with somebody else, you’re breaking his heart. It’s just that there’s so much love from him to go around that it never actually makes a difference in how he treats you. He has the biggest heart you’ve ever seen and you don’t even have the decency to not trample all over it.

You wonder if everybody else also agrees that you’re not good enough for him. They’re so nice whenever you’re around, but you’ve seen men turn into monsters behind your back. For your sake, you try not to think about anybody else's opinion besides Beomgyu’s, but even those thoughts weigh heavy on your shoulders.

After a few days of not returning his texts, he finally musters up the courage to call you. Before you can pick up, your phone sends him to voicemail, and you know that’ll be enough of a sign for him to leave you alone.

It isn’t until you run into him dropping off your poetry final in the writing department’s office that he truly sees what’s become of you.

You haven’t slept properly in days, and you barely eat. Your eyes are constantly puffy from crying all the time, and today is no different. Seeing you like this devastates him.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice shaky and barely above a whisper. He’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you from running away. His demand for an explanation on where you’ve been and why is stuck inside his throat, and instead, only sobs come out of his mouth.

Beomgyu never cries, and watching as he tries to hide the tears running down his face reminds you that he must be hurting just as much as you are. You want so badly to hold him and apologize, but all you do is stare.

Eventually, he manages to collect himself as much as he can, taking in the irreparable damage you’ve caused one last time.

“Here,” he says, digging in his backpack and handing you a stapled stack of papers. It’s his final project. “I’ll go print another. I want you to read these. Please, promise me you’ll read them.”

You accept the papers, your eyes skimming over the lines of poetry on the first page. It's about you. You flip through the rest of the stack. They're all about you.

It takes everything in you not to start crying too, although you’re so exhausted that you don’t think anything would even come out at this point.

“I promise,” you assure him, although neither of you know if you’re telling the truth.

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[evermoresversion]

so long, london with conrad?

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙so long, cousins, conrad fisher.﹚

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Angst.

SUMMARY Based on So Long, London by Taylor Swift.

SONG So long, London by Taylor Swift.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | CONRAD'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

You loved Conrad. That was for sure.

You loved his company, you loved the way he made you feel. But you especially loved that he knew every detail about you.

But you were both at a point in the relationship where he didn't seem to know you at all.

"It's nothing, y/n, I promise, I'm just not in the mood." he said.

And all you had to do was stay silent, understand and nod.

You noticed him more and more distant. He didn't answer your calls, he barely sent you a text message confirming that he was still even alive.

But you never said anything about it for fear of losing him.

The one who was still carrying the weight of keeping the relationship going was you, and he didn't even realize that you were falling apart.

But everything has a limit, and you were not going to be the exception.

So you stopped trying to make him laugh when he was with you. You stopped pretending that everything was fine when it was the opposite. You just stopped trying, you stopped trying to force it.

And what pissed you off the most was that he was the one who was outraged.

"No. You can't possibly be telling me this, Conrad." you said under your breath, you swore you were about to tear your hair out in anger.

"I was going through a bad time and what you did was give up, so yes, I'm saying you abandoned the ship, you are as guilty as I am."

"I was going down with the fucking ship and you didn't see it!" you exclaimed without patience. "I was dying for you to give me just one measly moment of your day, for you to call me at least once, but that never happened!" You sighed. "I held on to making this work. There came a point where I didn't even know if you wanted to be with me."

"I did."

You both remained silent. You thinking at full speed, recapitulating everything and he just watched you.

"Did you ever stop to think about how your silence was affecting me?" he didn't answer. "Of course not."

"y/n..."

"No, listen to me." You looked at him and he stayed silent. "You swore you loved me, but where were the clues? I could have died waiting for the proof of your love but it would never have happened."

You took a moment to breathe and stop the tears from coming. You wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing you cry.

"And what pisses me off the most is that you ruined this place for me. I loved Cousins and now everything will become an empty memory of everything that was and what wasn't."

"So this is the end." Conrad murmured without being able to look at you but you noticed the reddish outline of his eyes due to the threatening tears.

He didn't want to leave you but seeing you so broken because of him, he considered it was the best option.

"Yes, it is." You nodded. "At first what we had was nice, a moment of warm sunshine, but then it started to pour. Bye, Conrad, I'm sure you'll find someone, I wouldn't want it to end like this but I'm not the one." You mumbled and walked out of there.

He watched out the window as you got into your car and disappeared down the street, just as you disappeared from his life.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

#── 𝐕al write. ♡̷ ·˚ #conrad fisher #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher imagines #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher fanfics #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty fanfic #the summer i turned pretty imagine

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Feeling so fucking emotional about Tim/Steph today, I can’t explain it.😭 I wholly blame Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls!

#when everything’s made to be broken; i just want you(s) to know who i am #timsteph #tim drake #stephanie brown #robin #batgirl #red robin #the spoiler #batman #batfam #bat family #dc comics #comics

[vivitalks]

iris by the goo goo dolls said "you bleed just to know you're alive" and we were all just okay with that huh

#iris by the goo goo dolls said you're the closest to heaven that ill ever be #iris by the goo goo dolls said id give up forever to touch you #iris by the goo goo dolls when everything's made to be broken i just want you to know who i am #and we were like 🫡 #???????? #stuff #iris

[the-halfling-prince]

Wirt would absolutely be one of those bitches who loses his mind every time he hears Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls.

#AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME CAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEYD UNDERSTAND #WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM #I am also one of those bitches #my posts #over the garden wall

[thepavementsings]

listening to iris by the googoo dolls thinking about the horrors of suzuka last year...

#aka pierre charles and trauma sorry #just together terrified in a hotel room cant shake the feeling cant face the door #And all I can taste is this moment #And all I can breathe is your life #And sooner or later #it's over #I just don't wanna miss you tonight #And I don't want the world to see me #'Cause I don't think that they'd understand #When everything's made to be broken #I just want you to know who I am #ok goodnight

[brightlotusmoon]

IRIS - Goo Goo Dolls (Rock cover by Jonathan Young)

Not to be an overly emotional Xennial but

#when everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am #Youtube

[sunflower-butch]

Heeeeeey, so we’ve all sobbed in the car to Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, right? (If you haven’t, I’m judging you. Harshly.)

What if I said that’s a Robin Blorbley song—

I don’t think I have to explain but I’m going to because no one can stop me <33

First of all, the pure pining of this fucking song and Robin pining over Miss Nancy Wheeler??? Hello???

We’ll skip to the chorus first because i enjoy hurting myself <33

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Robin Buckley, who has come out to one (1) person because she is so scared of what will happen. Of COURSE the world won’t understand, her world is 80’s Hawkins, Indiana, and she’s watched people be awful to other queer people her whole life. But I’m thinking it’s deeper than that too. You can’t tell me that Robin doesn’t have some serious internalized homophobia. Growing up where she did, heating the awful things people said about homosexuality, being told that gay people are dirty and perverted, there’s no way she didn’t internalize that at least a little. There’s more to not wanting to be seen than just fear of homophobia. It’s fear of her dirty little secret being out, of people knowing she’s “wrong.”

She feels fragile—made to be broken. And every evil word breaks her a little.

But then she meets Nancy Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler who played chicken against a speeding car with nothing but a pistol. Nancy Wheeler with guns in her closet. Nancy Wheeler who sawed they end off a shotgun and blasted Vecna to bits. Nancy Wheeler who stands up against assholes who try to put her down, no matter how powerful—and it makes Robin feel brave. She’s drawn to this powerful, incredible woman, who gives her comfort in small moments, holding her hand, offers reassurance, all in the same five minutes as killing monsters. She wants to be brave, and she wants to be vulnerable. There’s just something about the metaphor of cracking open her rib cage and offering her heart to Nancy—she wants Nancy to know who she is, deeply and truly, not just the mask she puts on (like in ST3).

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

And sooner or later, it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

Does this not sound like Robin pining over Nancy? Powerful, incredible Nancy? Werewolf Robin’s very own Angel of Death? The closest to heaven—and hell—that she’ll ever be?

Being lost in the little moments. That tiny hand hold in the Upside-Down. Laughing in Nancy’s car as they make their getaway from the asylum. The little high five after convincing that guy to let them in. She thinks about those moments, and she realizes she’s made a home in Nancy Wheeler—maybe it’s not intentional, but it’s happened. She doesn’t want to go back to her frankly probably neglectful parents, an empty home—she wants to go home to Nancy’s arms. She’d give up her life for that chance. And she doesn’t want to, because she knows there’s no way Nancy loves her the same way—she’s straight, right? She hates it, she hates the way she misses Nancy—she doesn’t want to.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive

I think Nancy lies. She lies in telling people that she’s okay, she’s fine, she can take care of herself—but Robin has heard this before, hell, she’s said all the same. But she sees the truth, because as much as Nancy puts up that mask and builds up her barriers—everything is made to be broken, including the walls between them, and Robin sees through the cracks, stares into Nancy’s eyes and knows she’s lying—knows there’s something deeper, sees the truth, sees “I need help too, but I don’t know how to ask for it” and so she provides it. And it hurts, but hey, the pain means she’s alive, right?

Also obligatory reference to the Movies one shot and Robin being a sucker for cheesy movie romances—she can’t help thinking this feels like a movie.

Then we return to the chorus, but there’s a note of hope to it, because she’s beginning to learn that Nancy is keeping things hidden too. They’re breaking each other down to build each other back up, learning each other’s darkest secrets in the middle of the night, holding each other through the nightmares and their darkest moments. Robin feels it bubbling up in her, growing with the bassline, until it’s spilling from her lips, and then Nancy knows. Nancy knows her dirty little secret, and Robin has to hold her breath, watching, waiting, hoping, because god she just wants to be known—

And Nancy just offers her hand, a soft smile, and tells Robin that she knows her. Nancy knows the messy, rambling mess that is Robin. She knows the intelligent mind, the heart of gold, the way she’s willing to give every bit of herself for the people she loves—and that matters more than anything so small minded as to think Robin is dirty for loving in a different way. And it’d be hypocritical wouldn’t it? And oh, Nancy’s eyes are wide and watering, impossibly deep—Robin swears she sees right to Nancy’s bared soul, sees the mirror—Nancy wants to be known too—and Robin realizes, oh

She isn’t alone. This whole time, she’s been known, because Nancy has felt the same way, this whole time.

#lo’s music thoughts #I feel like I’m spewing random BS half the time #but I fucking love music #and I love attaching it to the characters I love #just #the mortifying ordeal of being known #Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls #AND I DONT WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME #BECAUSE I DONT THINK THAT THEYD UNDERSTAND #WHEN EVERYTHINGS MADE TO BE BROKEN #I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM #[uncontrollable sobbing] #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #robin x nancy #nancy x robin

[telamons]

does anyone has any book recs with one of the mc having the same personality as astarion??? (preferably fantasy)

#aya.txt #i just want to get to know more broken characters y'know #and i'm not lying when i say that astarion is probably the greatest character ever made #he's not my fave bc... well.... cal hien and clive are calling for me #but personality-wise and character-wise he's the embodiment of EVERY trope i ever desired to see in one character #the evil and cruel man who adores watching people suffer in appearance? #the sarcasm? #the seduction used to manipulate his surroundings? #only to discover that he's actual a very broken man who's dealing with lots of traumas and ptsd?? #and who wants to learn how to live life like he's supposed to? healing with another broken character???? #I AM SORRY BUT THIS IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I WANT TO SEE IN A STORY SO I AM BEGGING YOU IF YOU HAVE RECS GIVE IT TO ME I AM ON MY KNEES

[arthur-r]

same content warnings for not speaking well im not feeling well and i can’t speak well and im stressed out so in vent content warning but for same as im just continuing talking

and iodnt know anything abkut how people are supposed to work but i think when you’re and somebody is sitting on a bed together you’re supposed to be not talking about the freaking Peter mark roget talking about the thesaurus is not right and for being distracting. and nobody wants to be he wasn’t gonna be when i wasn’t feeling well but i feel bad for having ruined of where im as if i isn’t even don’t like him likenim not but im just not good for i do like him and i think he likes me and i just don’t want to be make everything weird make complicated im not good at being just being normal and somebody that anybody is able to like. i just want to be normal and be ATTRACTIVE but i am busy being sick and weird unloveable. i want for hanging out to be a good thing not where i feel sorry or where somebody had to be had been helping everything and i think i swear he likes me i swear and we were close together and i don’t think im just pretending but i think im gonna ruin it cause im not feeling well didnt being considerate i can’t when i can’t i get stuck distracted can’t think about anything im nkt feeling well but i just make everything turns into about me and it isn’t fair and I just want to be just have normal do anything right feel right have a conversation where i did it right and it didn’t turn around didn’t make all of it opposite where i just i don’t know how to do it im too much autistic and too much sick i can’t do it

came back from the end again im out of tags again im not going to keep doing this im sorry i just im not feeling well and im so frustrated from it’s not being sicks fault i don’t want to be sick because i don’t feel good being i don’t want to be ill because it hurts me. but it’s not sick’s fault for nobody can see me past it, it’s not somebody can still be important valuable im not trying to say i just i don’t want to live inside of nobody can see me anymore i want anybody to know for looking at me and seeing a real person

#im just im not i want to somebody think for who i am i dont want to be hiding but i want for who i am being different not so much hard #nobody can understand for too much complicated. j do t want to anybody doesn’t care all the way of all of it don’t want to know them but i #for me it’s harder to find somebody who does it’s harder for somebody cares about all of me cause all of me is too it’s not the right way #im just a cute little kid or a poor tragic im not a normal person im not i can’t just be an adult #i just want to be an adult make sense have people like me like a grownup not like im some little broken #i want to feel like i have autonomy!!!!! i want to show i do i want to show im a real person #and i can be more than just im not just #i feel like i take it away i take a way the special moment cause of being me #like i can only be a little kid or a martyr i can’t be special or beautiful i just have to be broken and oh poor baby #i just want to be a real person i just want to be a real person !!!!!! #and i just want to say sorry speak to somebody say hey i promise im a fucking i promise im a person i swear #and i feel so stupid saying any of it im right here sounding like for as if i don’t know anything like nothing is #i cant even grow up for complaining of growing up. i feel like i cant be a real person don’t count nobody is gonna think of me for #i dont know i need to call somebody but nobody my roommate is here i can’t #and i can’t i don’t want for somebody has to be has to help me has to save me for in order to love me #i dont want to be so broken anybody who wants to love me has to save me. it isn’t fair i don’t want to be sick iedint want to need help #i cant have help from somebody who doesn’t love me but i ruin the love if i made somebody help me it ruins it so i can’t have i have to pick #i cant have them both at the same time i have to pick and my body is picking for me im ruining everything i have because i can’t even walk #i cant even walk home i need help to walk me home how do you look at me and think im pretty when you’re helping me stay off the ground #i dont want to be fragile pretty either so pretty special needs saving i don’t want that #i want to be me i can’t be the perfect broken dainty it’s not like that. i just want to be me #i want somebody to care about me not be have to help me i just want to be me not a special i don’t want somebody to have to accommodate me #and it’s not i don’t think anybody should change their self i don’t think with other people i don’t think it’s i just i don’t believe #i don’t think somebody is going to look past it somebody who can walk easy talk easy verythjng is so easy and i just #if somebody doesn’t have it they don’t know they can’t look at me past anything else it’s k #im just the different parts i can’t be a person from i just it gets broken it’s not on purpose but i just i can’t i get broken into the same #i get turned into the same person i can’t be me and be sick everyone sees me and sees that im just sick and i wish that i hadn’t told #i wish that i didn’t say anything i just and i just i want to be normal i don’t want to be seen that way #and it’s okay to be sick it’s normal it doesn’t feel good but it doesn’t make me broken it doesn’t make me not be special valuable be myself #but nobody can see me anymore it takes away the rest of me because nobody cares to look i just want people to look

[adenctm]

Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls is so Will Byers coded

#byler #will Byers #will byers deserves the world #AND I DONT WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME CAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND #WHEN EVERYTHING MADE TO BE BROKEN I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM

[noonegetsleftbehind]

"I don't want to wait, I want you to fuck me right now."

Spicy Dialog - Still Accepting

No matter how much they fooled themselves into thinking they had even an ounce of ability to stay away from each other at work, they kept winding back up in the same situation. Chris couldn't deny that he felt more strongly for her than he had... Well, than he had for most anyone in his life. Still, both of them seemed to fight against the obvious, wanting to remain discreet. Coming forward with their relationship would mean admitting it and leaving themselves vulnerable to hurt.

So, instead of admitting things, here they were in his office again. Chris had suggested maybe they should wait until later and could meet at his home, but the instant those words come out of her mouth, brown eyes go wide and his brain practically short circuits. He quickly shoves what little is on his desk out of the way, kissing her with an obedient nod while he lifts her by the hips and lays her across his desk.

"Okay. I can do that." His hands run up her thighs before they find her skirt. He pulls that down and comes back for her panties, noting she had worked herself out of her top and bra. He observes her a moment, yanking his own shirt off before looking back down at her, feeling himself throbbing at the sight of her. It almost physically pains him and the way his heart skips a few beats and his stomach flip flops should be a sign to him that he'd fallen in love, but the thought is pushed away for the task at hand. "Christ you are so beautiful."

He lets one hand roam eagerly up her body, fingers warm and calloused against her soft bare flesh, before cupping at her breast. His thumb swirls around her nipple, watching it harden to his touch, as his fingers squeeze. His other hand has started working him out of his own pants and boxers before pushing her legs to spread her apart. His gaze flicks down, absolutely unable to resist dropping to his knees and burying his face in her pussy. His tongue, eager to taste her, flicks and dances against her clit before lapping down inside of her. He moans, eyes glancing up at her from between her legs.

Chris doesn't stay long before he sucks on her clit and kisses it, pulling himself back up to stand. Grabbing her by the hips, he positions himself before burying himself completely inside of her, gazing down at her. Even like this, on his desk with the taste of her on his tongue, he knew. He was never going to be able to resist Leonie and he didn't want to, either. "Ah.. You might have been right. Tonight might have been too long to wait."

#|| bsaa file: answered || #atcmbmb #|| when everything's made to be broken i just want you to know who i am chris + leonie atcmbmb || #|| bsaa file: redacted (too spicy for dash) ||

[coastalroses]

there are no words in the english language that can describe my love for iris…. it’s like how do you create a song that universally wrecks and means so much to literally everybody who has ever heard it. and still actually be good

#cass rambles #how am i supposed to be normal about music when iris by the goo goo dolls exists #when everything’s made to be broken you bleed just to know you’re alive #i dont want the world to see me…. i just want you to know who i am #i’d give up forever to touch you #…. you’re the closest to heaven i’ll ever be and i don’t want to go home right now

[just-1other-nerd]

Personally I think "Iris" is the Merthur song don't ask me why if you've seen the finale you know why

#merlin #merlin bbc #And I don't want the world to see me cause I don't think that they'll understand #when everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

[murdcck]

@pagetorn​ asked:  ✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss 

     IT’S A SILLY, SLOPPY MORNING KISS THAT DRAWS LAUGHTER FROM EMMA’S LIPS, the kind of sound he loves to hear in the early hours. It draws him into the waking world far easier than his screaming alarm might have had he set it. She’s laughing from the scruff on his chin as it scratches at her neck, encouraging Matt to paint kisses on the nape of her neck in sleepy but overeager display of affection. He is in love. Though the words haven’t left his lips yet ( he may be called the man without fear, but this terrifies him ), Matt shows her his devotion in other ways.

    LIKE HE DOES NOW, in the early morning light of the city that spills in through the window, a fracture of multi-colored lights sprawling across their skin like watercolors from the billboard right outside.  And he thinks, just for a moment, that this could be something. For once, he isn’t thinking about all the ways he might mess it up, setting himself on the road to a self-fulfilling prophecy of disaster, because she knows about the Devil & the Devil knows her, and she doesn’t shun him. Doesn’t falter from his fiery. But a moment is truly just a moment, nothing more, and it doesn’t last. Soon he’s thinking about what she told him only a week before.

     HE SEES A YOUNG GIRL, sweet but sharpened from life, left alone in a jail cell with a little life inside her. Left by someone she loved, trusted. He knows how that feels, to give your heart to someone so fully only for it to be tossed aside. But she’d been so young, just a girl trying to make her way through life. Matt wonders, not for the first time, how that sorry excuse for a man could’ve done something like that, to someone he claimed to love.  

     GIDDY TOUCH TURNS MORE FEVERISH. Matthew flips her on to her back, fits his leg between her thighs where the warmth gathers, sighs her name into her mouth as his fingers curl into hers, gathering both her hands in his so that he can press them up above her head & keep them there, a shackle of flesh and bone. His kisses become more insistent, more hungry in the seeking. It’s a heavy thing, this desire to wipe the imagined fingerprints of some man from her past off her skin. Moans & sighs he eats up, barely gives pause between contact. Matt doesn’t know the name of the bastard who left her alone on the streets, but he’ll be damned if Emma thinks back on those moments & longs for a memory. Not when he’s here. Not when his kisses leave rosy marks on her tender flesh, like a wax seal from the Devil himself.

#pagetorn #v ( MAIN ) |「 FOR HE IS THE SERVANT OF GOD 」 #emma swan / pagetorn |「 WHEN EVERYTHING’S MADE TO BE BROKEN I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM 」 #answered |「 A LAWYER’S OPINION 」 #( #KJhkjfshdkjfsd I HOPE THIS IS OKAY LMFAO #i was like HOW DO I END THIS #also matt isn't necessarily a possessive person #but he is uhhhh overly protective #)

[rcpdrookie]

“Hey, so.... You wouldn’t be giving me the silent treatment or something, would you?” He arches a brow. “Is it the Enya? Or that time I ate a banana off the counter without touching it?

@fcrrokinetic​

#fcrrokinetic #|| When Everything's Made to be Broken I Just Want You to Know Who I Am - Leon + Karl - fcrrokinetic || #|| RPD File: Threads || #//hi i miss their stupidity and your karl and writing with my bomb ass wife lol