형님

"You know, you seem like a pretty straight forward kid, but I still can't figure you out," Bro says. "What do you mean?" You reply, and your voice sounds small and strained. "I mean one minute you're cuddlin' with my kid brother on the couch, making the most sincere 3rd grade moves on him, and the next you're blushin' and battin' your eyelashes at me like an anime schoolgirl."

당신은 디르크 스트라이더이며, 모든 사람이 초자연적인 능력을 가진 세계에서 데르세의 악마들과 싸우는 임무를 맡았습니다. 싸움을 계속하고 어떻게든 눈치 없는 제이크 잉글리시에게 당신의 애정을 깨닫게 할 수 있을까요? 네. 네, 할 수 있습니다.

Sometimes you wonder if everyone would have been better off if you had never been born at all.

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my Bro decided that I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, did nothing but mix new beats at my turntables, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my free time to thinking about death. No shit, I told him. Nearly dying could do that to a man. Or, that one fic that will leave no tear unshed or heart intact because pain is good I'm a bad person and we all know where this is going.