and sorry i failed you anon

anonymous asked:

this isn't a request but can i just say that your blog is amazing and i love EVERYTHING you write because they never fail to make me smile?? you're so talented and you seem like such a great person <3 sorry if this bothers you but i just felt the need to tell you! have a nice day <3 from anon that's secretly one of your biggest fans AHHH

oh mY GOD???? thank you so much you are so sweet! honestly sometimes i think “wow my blog is poop, i should stop writing” bUT THEN PEOPLE LIKE YOU COME AND. I LOVE YOU <3 IT DOESN’T BOTHER ME AT ALL SWEETHEART IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY THAT MY POOP WRITING MAKES YOU SMILE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA


auditioning for the x factor
  • me: hi my names parvati im 17 and im bi
  • studio audience:
  • me: I thought I'd get it out in the open now you know, just in case I fail at bootcamp, and end up in a band with my soulmate, and we're forced to suppress our love and only get to show it through a series of tactical nautical tattoos.
  • simon cowell:
  • me: it's been known to happen

anonymous asked:

This might be a reverse case scenario, but, how would the MC deal with the RFA members + V and Saeran whenever they feel down? (if fluff is included then you'd make this anon so happy ^^) Thank You!!1~

This is honestly how I’d cheer them up.

I will leave this under the cut because it turned out longer than expected. Sorry if this is shitty… AND SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!


  • He’d failed a test.
  • He hadn’t failed in a while and felt like a failure.
  • He was so afraid he would disappoint you.
  • But you always told him to do it for his sake, not yours.
  • 45/100 in Physiology.
  • To be fair, the teacher just wasn’t good at explaining in a way he would understand and the class was downright tedious as hell.
  • But still, he could’ve put in more effort.
  • He knew he wouldn’t fail the subject, but getting this kind of grade during finals just sucked.
  • You noticed he was running his fingers through his hair more than usual.
  • He kept staring at something on his desk until he finally removed his glasses and threw them on the table.
  • So obvious.
  • You stood from the couch and walked towards his desk, slowly snaking your arms around him.
  • He tensed up and immediately snatched the paper from the desk and placed it between his legs.
  • You frowned and turned the chair around, forcing him to face you.
  • “Okay. You’re scaring me, Yoosung… What’s wrong?”
  • He sighed and hesitantly took out the paper, handing it to you.
  • “What is…” You trailed off as you saw his test. So that was it.
  • “Are you… disappointed?” He asked, looking almost desperately at you. It hurt. You didn’t like seeing him like this. Beating himself up.
  • You took a deep breath and carefully sat on his lap. “Listen here, Kim Yoosung.”
  • He rested his hands on your waist, looking down into those eyes that made him feel such deep love.
  • “A number doesn’t define you. And it’s just one bad grade… It’s not that it’s a good thing to fail… But your failures help you grow and learn. Just try to learn from this as much as you can. But know that no matter what I’ll be here for you babe. So please, for the last time… Stop. Thinking. Your. Grades. Will. Influence. My. Love. For. You.”
  • You said the last part between kisses and finally brought his lips down to meet your own.
  • “Thank you… MC. I… feel… calm. Thank you. Now… I’ll try harder not just for you but for me… and for our future together…”
  • He was much more mature now…
  • “Now, how about I make you a smoothie, baby?” You suggested, placing several kisses on his cheeks.
  • “That would be wonderful.”


  • He lost a role.
  • The producers chose someone else instead of him and this hadn’t happened in a while.
  • And he felt… frustrated… sad.
  • As his manager, you obviously knew he’d been rejected and felt awful yourself. You felt like you failed him, but soon realized it just wasn’t meant to be.
  • But he didn’t. He started riding his motorcycle and smoking daily again.
  • It hurt.
  • Every time you tried asking him what was wrong, every time he pulled The Smile™ and told you “everything is okay, princess, don’t worry”.
  • You weren’t stupid.
  • It was until you were almost done preparing dinner that he decided to go on a ride.
  • “Zen. Dinner’s almost ready, please don’t go…”
  • Your voice sounded mildly desperate.
  • You didn’t forbid him from riding his motorcycle or smoking, but you always expressed your discontent about it. You always told him that you were afraid something was going to happen to him and eventually, a month or so after you started dating, he stopped.
  • (Well, at least tried to. He rode his motorcycle once a week and smoke one cigarette a month, tops 5.)
  • “Oh, babe, I was just going to the store for some cigare—”
  • You had /enough/. You weren’t just going to stand still and watch him self-destruct.
  • As his manager and more importantly as his fiancée, you had to stop him.
  • You set down your cooking utensils and started walking towards him in silence, with a gaze that screamed ‘if you move, you’re dead’.
  • He knew you meant business when you gave him The Walk™ + The Look™.
  • “…Babe? What's—”
  • Again, he was interrupted by you grabbing the collar of his sweater and pulling him down towards you.
  • You had to stand on top of the couch (which was conveniently right next to you) in order to give him a strong and warm embrace.
  • “Please stop, Zenny… I… I know it hurts. The role. I felt so guilty… But then I realized it wasn’t my fault… and it isn’t yours either! It just wasn’t meant to be! And maybe this is a mediocre way of thinking, but just know that it hurts me when you put your life in danger by riding your motorcycle or by smoking your cigarettes… It hurts. Because I know you’re doing it because you’re hurting. Instead of talking to me… I can actually help you… I want to.. I’m here for you, Zen. That’s why I’m here… That’s… More than your manager… as your… as your fiancé. Please also lean on me. When things are tough for you, I’ll be here and I hope you know that. I don’t know if you still want to go for your cigarettes… Go if you want to… I’m not your owner and I’m not going to control you. But just know that you’re actually hurting me too… and I know it’s selfish of me to say it, to even think this way when you’re actually the one who’s hurting but… whatever just… I love you, Zen. Please just lean on me, because I know I can provide you the strength you need whenever you feel alone so please…”
  • You were out of breath and words and you were holding the man you loved in your arms as tight as your arms could.
  • He started shaking, then let out a soft and choked sob… and you felt your heart stop.
  • Zen was crying.
  • He was crying in your arms and you felt your heart break. Was he really keeping all of this to himself?
  • “It’s so frustrating, MC.” He said between sobs as he clung onto you, his arms pressing you, if it was even possible, closer to him.
  • “I know…” You just stroked his hair, and rubbed his back and eventually he pulled back and you got off the couch.
  • “Also, I noticed that you were kinda out of it during rehearsals… So, don’t you even dare doubt your talents. Zen, I’m always cheering for you.”
  • You gave him double thumbs up and a bright smile.
  • zen.exe stopped working.
  • He blushed so hard and just carried you and pressed your back against the wall.
  • This man started kissing you like his life /depended/ on it.
  • You obviously kissed him back with just as much intensity.
  • “Where would I be without you?”
  • “Probably surrounded by loads of hotties… or at rehearsal, or bickering with Jumin.”
  • He snorted and was just surprised at how easily you managed to lift his mood.


  • There had been an awful client at the cake shop that day.
  • “You call this a cake? This tastes like garbage.”
  • That pretty much made her entire day come plummeting down.
  • That day you stayed home trying to sort some business you had with your college bills.
  • When you heard the door slam your head shot up from the desk and noticed your wife walking in with a bag full of what sounded like glass bottles.
  • Was that… beer? She rarely drank. And it was at that moment that you knew something had happened.
  • You stood from your desk and immediately went to hug her but stopped when you felt her tense up.
  • “Not now, MC. Please…”
  • What…? She never refused a hug before.
  • Just what happened?
  • You decided that it was best to let her cool off for a moment.
  • The moment you heard the water from your shower running you bolted and started making one of her favorite dishes for dinner.
  • Since she was tired and down, she would probably want to take a long shower. That gave you about an hours tops.
  • Once dinner was ready you placed both plates on the table in front of the couch (that’s where you two usually ate) and poured the both of you a generous amount of wine.
  • For good measure you placed her favorite Zen DVD on the player.
  • You heard you girlfriend’s footsteps approaching and the moment she walked in you hesitantly made your way towards her.
  • “Can I hug you now..?” Your voice trailed off, afraid she would reject you.
  • By now she would’ve already noticed all the preparations you made.
  • She couldn’t help but smile slightly before quietly wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close, and hiding her face in your hair.
  • “Thank you…”
  • You nodded once before pulling back from the hug slightly and pressing a kiss against her forehead.
  • “What’s up, angel?” Your voiced dripped concern. You hated seeing her down, it tore at your heart.
  • When she told you everything that went on back at the cake shop you saw red.
  • “How could you let someone tell you those awful things!? Your cakes are absolutely delicious and he’s a dumbass. You are absolutely talented at what you do, baby. And honestly that guys just fucking stupid for thinking that he can just walk in a make my girlfriend cry! Oh no he won’t get away with this! Jaehee, show me the CCTV foota—”
  • You were interrupted by a pair of lips pressing against your jaw and you felt your breath hitch.
  • “That man doesn’t deserve our effort.” She placed another kiss on the shell of your ear and for the love of God, you almost die.
  • “I.. I-I… yeah…”
  • “Now that we’re talking about efforts, I see that you made a big one for me…” She towards the food.
  • “Oh that’s nothing… I thought it would cheer you up.” You mumbled shyly.
  • “You already did.”
  • Bless this angel.


  • I got this idea from a fanart. I can’t find it (smh) but I’ll link it when I do.
  • His father was dating YET ANOTHER money seeking woman. He thought he would’ve learned something with the whole Glam Choi thing, but apparently not.
  • “You’re a robot aren’t you.” “Your jokes aren’t even funny.” “Han Jumin has feelings!?!???!”
  • “Mr. Han, would you confirm the rumors about your sexuality? Are you really gay?”
  • Even if he didn’t want to admit it, if he just “brushed it off”, all those things did hurt him. He was human after all.
  • You always hated how everyone sometimes treated Jumin in the chatroom and how shameless the media could be.
  • You hated how his father would make him feel.
  • You just couldn’t bear seeing the man you love being hurt.
  • What brought this up?
  • Well, your husband was now about to open his second bottle of wine. (We know this man has high tolerance)
  • You frowned when you noticed the slightest of trembles on his hand when he brought the glass to his lips.
  • He wasn’t talking to you.
  • When he got home he just kissed you on the forehead and started acknowledging Elizabeth the 3rd more the usual.
  • He was also super quiet during dinner and failed to eat most of his food.
  • He said he wasn’t hungry.
  • You knew that you couldn’t force someone to talk if they didn’t want to. But you’re supposed to be his spouse, a pillar for him to lean on.
  • So you gathered all your courage and strutted all the way up to him.
  • Without any warning you removed the glass of wine from his hands and grabbed the bottle.
  • You made your way towards the kitchen and left both the glass and the bottle resting on the counter.
  • You noticed a slight look of annoyance that flashed across his face, but you decided you were going to let it pass, giving his current mood.
  • You walked back to where he was sitting.
  • He was now staring at the city beneath him, the frown still on his face.
  • “I was drinking that, MC. That was really rude of you. I thought that you respec-”
  • “What’s rude is that you can’t even notice how much your spouse wants to be there to support you and you just won’t let them.”
  • He turned to look at you, confusion written all over his gorgeous face.
  • “What are you talking about, MC?”
  • You let out a shaky sigh, carefully sitting on his lap.
  • (You were straddling him but like sitting up on the sofa).
  • “What happened today that made you want to drink all your feelings instead of talking to me? Instead of letting me support you?”
  • You managed to leave him speechless.
  • How were you able to see right through his almost perfect façade?
  • You just knew him too well.
  • You were his… light.
  • “Father decided to date another gold digger. I’m tired of being asked if I’m gay! What’s it to them!? It’s none of their business! And I’m so sick of being called a robot. I am human, I feel. I suck at expressing how I feel, but that doesn’t mean words aren’t able to hurt me. Of course they are. I… I… I’m tired. I feel drained and I didn’t want to burden you.”
  • You were… impressed? Shocked?
  • He spilled his feelings so directly to you.
  • Maybe he was slightly tipsy from the bottle of wine he just downed. But you were glad he told you, because keeping those things to himself would just end up hurting him. You couldn’t have that. The only thought made your heart ache.
  • You listened intently as he told you all his problems and when he finished you noticed his eyes were glassy.
  • Did he..? Was he going to cry?
  • You almost immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and gently pulled him down towards your face.
  • Your forehead rested against his. His breath was tickling your face.
  • “Thank you. For trusting me. I… Jumin, I know this won’t help much but your father won’t change unless he wants to. But you just have to be there to support him, to help him if he ever needs help. You’re his family and a great, loving, and devoted son. He’s lucky to have you. But, let’s hope he realizes his mistakes soon. As for the rumors. Babe, don’t let them affect you. It’s their job, even if it’s despicable, they’re forced to say those things and the writers of the stories are forced to write them because that’s business. But, if you ever hear them directly and they bother you, make sure to call me and tell me so. I’ll be here to listen. To make you happy. To even make you laugh that cute laugh of yours. And as for the messenger. Oh, boi. Just let them talk to you like that again. I’ll give them a piece of my mind! I never said much because I thought they didn’t bother you as much. For that I feel guilty. But the next time they even dare to talk to you like that I won’t let them forget that you shouldn’t piss me off. But, babe, you’re a person capable of feeling beautiful things. Capable of loving, caring, being passionate about what you love, you’re reliable, you’re good, kind, you’re cranky sometimes, and sort of… a savage? You are a cunning and ambitious man and you ARE FUNNY. I can’t stress that enough. You make me laugh so much that I keep wondering if they speak the same language as us or something. Han Jumin, you are one of the most beautiful and humane souls I’ve ever met and… I feel lucky. And it hurts me to see you like this. So please, next time know that I’m here. For better or for worse, right? Your spouse will always be here for you, watching your back. Your burdens are mine and mine are yours. We’re a team. We get through tough times together… I love you. A lot. I’m in love with you…”
  • At some point you stopped looking into his eyes and your gaze rested on his tie. By the end of your speech, you felt your face heat up.
  • What if he thought you were too much? That you were just exaggerating.
  • But then you felt a couple of hands cup your cheeks and the next thing you know is that his lips are pressed against yours.
  • He started running one hand down your back while the other one tangled in your hair, bringing you closer to him.
  • The kiss deepened and you two broke the kiss until air was needed.
  • He was only able to say this.
  • “Thank you, MC. I… I am so completely in love with you. I love you. I…”
  • At this points you hugged him, tightly, and started running your hands along his hair. You two stayed like that until his head started feeling progressively heavier.
  • You two decided to go to the bedroom before you fell asleep on the chair and “woke up with severe neck pain”.
  • Cuddles and loving the rest of the night.
  • It was truly an amazing thing how you managed to see right through him like it was nothing.
  • He loved you so much.
  • Like so much.
  • He felt like he was the luckiest man in the world.


  • You had been back from work for about an hour or so. You thought it would be a good idea to order your husband’s favorite takeout food.
  • At the moment only two persons were in the living room. And that was you and Saeran.
  • He’d been going therapy for the past months but it still wasn’t recommendable for him to be alone for long periods of time. But that wasn’t really a big problem for you since you sincerely enjoyed his company.
  • You were playing video games on one end of the couch while he was reading something that looked like manhwa.
  • It was when you heard the front door slam shut (it usually did that if you didn’t close it by yourself) that both you and your brother-in-law turned around to find a somber looking Saeyoung walking into the living room.
  • You paused your game and smiled widely at him. Today was your day off at the toy shop so you decided to spend your remaining free time at home.
  • Yes, the toy shop was your part time job. You enjoyed helping your husband.
  • But he didn’t even look at you. His gaze focused on Saeran and for the briefest of moments, hurt and regret flashed across. You knew instantly because those were the very same expressions he wore at Rika’s apartment for several days.
  • He gave both of us a quiet greeting before making his way into your bedroom.
  • The reason for his current mood was as clear as day. But you just didn’t know what triggered him. And you wouldn’t let him isolate himself.
  • Saeran hadn’t even noticed his expression since he went back to reading his manhwa.
  • “I’ll be right back, Saeran…” You offered him a shy smile, you still felt kind of awkward around him, afraid he would dislike you.
  • You were now at the door and slowly turned the knob, preparing yourself for what was about to come.
  • “Saeyoung…?” Stepping quietly into the bedroom, your eyes scanned the room and found your husband sitting on the bed hugging his knees close to his chest.
  • You could hear the faintest sniffling.
  • He was hiding his face but you knew he was crying and that just made you feel your heart drop.
  • Without any warning you climbed onto bed and started rubbing his back while your fingers slowly caressed his red locks.
  • You leaned in slowly and pressed your lips on the nape of his neck, closing your eyes, trying hard not to cry yourself.
  • It broke you seeing him like this.
  • “What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”
  • He started shaking his head and that was when his body started trembling.
  • “I don’t deserve happiness. I… I’m a monster, I’m trash. Nothing more, nothing less. I… don’t deserve all these blessings. I don’t deserve his forgiveness… I don’t. I don’t deserve you I…”
  • That was it. He wasn’t doing this. Not again.
  • You tilted his head up and forced him to look into your now teary eyes.
  • “No. Don’t say those things. You and I know it’s not true. You deserve all the happiness in the world. You and your brother do.”
  • You hesitantly brushed your lips against his while your hands lowered his legs for them to rest flat on the mattress.
  • You carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and started brushing your nose against his cheek. His tears just didn’t seem to stop.
  • It wad quiet for a couple of minutes until he pulled back and took a hold of your hand, bringing it up to rest it against his cheek.
  • “I… At the toy shop… I saw a pair of twins… They both looked so happy and started messing around and… I was just reminded of everything. If only I had been enough, if only I would’ve taken the right decision… then this wouldn’t have happened! I put him in a world of pain and I..”
  • He trailed off and made a face that made you believe that even /talking/ about this physically hurt him.
  • “Saeyoung… My angel…” He looked up at you, more tears threatening to spill.
  • “You… You were a kid… You both were. Those kind of decisions… even for a kid… they are beyond excruciating, I can’t even begin to imagine how much. You two had each other. But that was a situation that was completely out of your hands. You… You tried seeking him and it’s not your fault but someone else’s and we both know who that is. So please, stop. Stop… You are all I ever dreamed of. You make me feel such happiness, I can’t wait to start a family with you. And your brother… just know he loves you too, with his entire heart. Even though he isn’t ready to admit it to himself or to anyone else… You were once his pillar and you two have a strong connection that was toyed with by twisted, evil people. And… you need to know that you can’t live with this guilt. You need to let it go, I know it sounds selfish, but it’s the only way you’ll be happy… I… I really want you to be happy. Whenever I see your smile, my entire world lights up and… I hate seeing you say those things about yourself. So please engrave this in your brain. Neither you nor Saeran deserved what you went through, it wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t his, and you both deserve to be happy and deserve all the love this world can offer. So please… try to be happy, try to forgive yourself. Because Saeran already did, even if he won’t admit it. So please, just don’t isolate yourself and come to me when you need strength. Come to me when you need love and I will always give you endless amounts of it. And Saeran… don’t worry about him because I love him as my own brother. You two… You’re my family and I want my family to be happy.”
  • Now you were the one crying. You’d never expressed all these feelings before in front of him. But it was now or never and he needed to know.
  • You brought your hand up to your face to brush away all tears and wiped it on your shirt.
  • When you felt two strong arms envelop your form you felt yourself relax.
  • Saeyoung slowly lied down on the bed bringing you on top of him.
  • He was speechless. Did you really think all that? He was too overwhelmed. He was never loved this intensely before and he had never love someone with such passion and fierceness before.
  • “MC… You… Thank you. Thank you for staying. Thank you for loving me and my brother. Thank you for existing.”
  • He started kissing you sweetly, carefully, lovingly.
  • Your legs tangled together and your hands were tangled in each other’s hair.
  • It was until you heard Saeran yell something from the living room that you broke apart.
  • “Oi!! MC!! And the idiot!! Dinner’s here!!”
  • You both chuckled at the difference in tone when referring to you two.
  • “He loves you, Saeyoung.”
  • “I… I know…”



a/n: This is an AU in which V survives.

  • Two years and a half went by pretty fast after the whole Mint Eye ordeal and in those two years and a half you managed to make a connection with V that you would’ve never thought possible before.
  • You helped him heal and eventually things happened and a beautiful friendship bloomed into an even more beautiful relationship.
  • Today you were moving into a new apartment and you were packing all your stuff in boxes.
  • This was a pretty big step for the both of you, but nonetheless, you both felt elated. He wanted nothing more than making new memories in a new place with a person who made him feel safe and comfortable and happy. A person who wouldn’t hurt him in his attempt of loving them.
  • You were rummaging through your boyfriend’s closet when you found a dusty box by the very corner.
  • Letting out a satisfied grunt when you were able to grab a hold of it.
  • The first thing you noticed was the ridiculous amount of dust.
  • ‘This hasn’t been opened in a while…’, you thought.
  • Of course you would never pry on his things, so the first thing you did was call out for him.
  • “Jihyun! Love! Come check this out!”
  • You could hear the sound of rushing footsteps and offered him a bright smile when he walked into the room.
  • His smile fell completely when he noticed the item you were holding in your arms.
  • That didn’t go unnoticed by you.
  • “Where did you find that, MC?”
  • Even his tone of voice was somber and you could hear the strain in his voice.
  • “It uh.. was in the closet. What’s wrong V?” You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing it lovingly.
  • He took a deep breath as he made an effort to gather his thoughts.
  • Hesitantly, the teal haired man grabbed the box and beckoned you towards the small table in the middle of the living room.
  • Once you knelt down right by his side he started dusting the box and you could even notice the care he did it with.
  • Anxiety was starting to eat at you and when your gaze landed on the contents of the box, you felt your heart stop.
  • It was full of photos of a certain blonde with green eyes that had made everyone’s lives hell.
  • Why did he keep the box? What? Did that mean he was still..? No he couldn’t be. He loved you. He told you so. Plus, it was covered in dust.
  • Guilt started eating at you for doubting your boyfriend’s feelings.
  • You didn’t even notice that your breathing started getting audibly heavier nor the shaking of your hands.
  • It was until you felt the cool hands of your boyfriend cup your cheeks that you snapped out of your trance.
  • You met his eyes and you were surprised to find tears in them.
  • “That box… I forgot I even had it… I…”, he took yet another deep breath before continuing, “This just reminds me of how much… how much I hurt everyone. I… The things I did to cover for Rika… I separated two brothers who loved each other very much, and I lied to everyone in the R.F.A. I lied to my family. I lied to my best friends. Even now, I’m hurting you. I… Am I an awful person?”
  • His voice was a mere whisper and his tears managed to roll down his pale cheeks.
  • You felt awful. How could you doubt him? But he needed you, you needed him. You two were a team.
  • Slowly, you started shaking your head from side to side, progressively becoming faster. Your hands covered his own and you slowly removed them from your cheeks.
  • For a moment a look of horror mixed with panic crossed his face, but when you intertwined your fingers with his, you could feel him relax.
  • You leaned your face closer to his, your lips hovering over his.
  • “Jihyun… No. Please don’t think that way. You… You have to be one, if not the kindest person I’ve ever met. You are so selfless and… the decisions you made when you were with Rika, wrong as they may have been, you… you were being manipulated… Everyone was. And she was pulling the strings.”
  • You pressed a sweet chaste kiss on his lips before wrapping your arms tightly around his shaking form.
  • Your mouth came to hover right next to his right hear.
  • “You, my love, are a beautiful person with so many virtues and flaws. You… You should focus on the future… Focus on all the beautiful things that are currently surrounding you. You will never know just how beautiful you are to me and how special. How close I hold you to my heart. And… I know you feel guilty. But you were forgiven a long time ago.”
  • You pressed a firm and long kiss on his temple and you felt his arms tighten around you.
  • “I love you, Jihyun”, you mumbled against his skin, inhaling his endearing scent.
  • He stayed quiet until his trembling eventually stopped. You held him close to you all the while.
  • “Come…”
  • You guided him towards the couch.
  • You lied down and gently tugged at his arm.
  • His face was still one of pain, of guilt and it broke you.
  • Eventually his head came to rest on your chest as one of your hands rubbed his back and the other one stroked his cheek, wiping the ocasional tear away.
  • “Let’s start a new life together… Leaving behind all the pain but never completely forgetting it. Let’s learn from our mistakes and grow stronger together. Let’s be happy together.”
  • And with that, he smiled.
  • He reached up to hold your hand and gave it a firm squeeze.
  • “I love you too, MC.”
  • Those were the first words he spoke in while.
  • “Thank you for making me see the world in a much more beautiful perspective than before. Thank you for being by my side. For being my source of strength. Thank you for waking me up.”
  • Later that day, with you holding tightly onto him, reassuring him and he was able to throw away that box full of beautiful memories because he was sure that he was going to make more of those but this time they would be with someone that truly loved him and made him feel safe, made him completely feel at home.


a/n: In this one we’ll stick to the canonic plot, with the exception that Seven and MC were just friends.

  • Three years. That’s how long it’s been since you and Seven brought down Mint Eye.
  • And somewhere along those two years, you and Saeran grew close in way you would’ve never imagined.
  • It started as you two getting used to each other’s company, then you trying to calm him down during his breakdowns, then eventually you became friends, you trusted each other, and finally you gave yourselves to each other. Body and soul.
  • It was a nice relationship, beautiful. And though not the most normal one or stable one at times, you two never gave up on it.
  • Your relationship was one of the most precious things you two had.
  • In all that time you and Saeyoung helped his twin get better. You even persuaded him to undergo therapy.
  • But today was V’s death anniversary and the RFA decided to go visit his grave. After that everyone would go to Jumin’s apartment to spend the afternoon. (Somehow they all managed to persuade Jumin to put Elly in another room while Zen was around.)
  • You were the co-pilot in Seven’s car and Saeran was sitting in the backseat. Thus why you weren’t able to notice his constant fidgeting.
  • When you finally made it to the graveyard and found the other members, everyone gathered around and started either praying, placing flowers on V’s grave, or reminiscing.
  • You noticed your boyfriend’s hands started getting sweaty while you were holding hands.
  • At some point you went to leave flowers  on V’s grave and pray for a moment.
  • That’s when he told Saeyoung where he was going and quietly slipped away from the group, making his way back to the car.
  • Once you were done you turned and started to make your way back to your boyfriend, only to find him gone.
  • Anxiety and panic flooded every inch of your body as you started turning your head in every direction, but there was no trace of him.
  • “He went back to the car.”
  • Saeyoung whispered right next to you, effectively startling you.
  • “Thanks…” You managed to offer him a weak smile before excusing yourself.
  • You could see him leaning against the trunk, looking up at the sky, completely lost in thought.
  • “Hey, you…”
  • Almost immediately, he turned his head and relief washed over his face the moment he laid eyes on you.
  • “Hey, MC.” He proceeded to look back up at the sky, following the movements of the clouds.
  • You walked over to him and carefully reached for his hand, which you noticed, was gripping the edge of the car tightly.
  • A frown appeared on your face and it was obvious something was up.
  • Your free hand made its way into his hair, tangling your fingers in his now ginger locks.
  • “What’s wrong?” Your voice came out as a whisper, your eyes trying to find his.
  • Nothing.
  • “Please, Saeran… Let me help you… Talk to me.” You knew it sounded like you were begging and honestly, you were.
  • “I’m a murderer.” He murmured after a few moments.
  • Your breath caught in your throat and your stroking stopped briefly. That’s when he decided to look into your wide, stunned eyes.
  • “I’m a filthy murderer.” He said once again. “I killed V. I… I shot him! And now I’m here, visiting his grave as if I have any right to! I can’t actually believe the others even accepted me! I can’t even look at Jumin in the eyes! I can't—”
  • He was cut off by a soft choking sound and tears started running down his cheeks.
  • “How can someone as pure as you love me?” His voice sounded so… strained, so full of pain.
  • In that moment, you snaked your arms around him and tangled your fingers into his red locks yet again.
  • “No… Don’t say that, don’t talk like that. Please.” Your embrace tightened slightly.
  • “But it’s true! I shot him! I am nothing but a monster!” He hid his face in your hair.
  • “Saeran. You need to understand and remember that you were in an extremely unstable condition and your state of mind wasn’t clear. It all happened so fast and you know that it wasn’t your fault. Your mind was toyed with! You were toyed with by an actual crazy person.” You pressed a kiss against his collarbone.
  • “I love you… You’re not a monster. You’re an angel. You’re my angel. You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me! So please, please, don’t talk like that. Yes. V’s death was a complete tragedy, it was a great loss for all of us. But even Jumin recognizes that it wasn’t your fault! That you were being manipulated. And I noticed the look in your eyes after you noticed the bullet got someone. The look in your eyes told me enough. It told me that you’d never done something like that before. And I saw the regret that flashed through them. I saw a scared child. And right now… You’ve come so far, babe. You’ve come so so far and I’m so proud of you. Everyone’s so proud of you. We love you so much. I love you. I’ll never leave. And I never thought you were monster. You could never be a monster. Never willingly.”
  • You nudged the tip of your nose against his, a soft puff of smoke leaving your mouth every time you exhaled.
  • His tears finally came to a stop and you wiped the ones on his cheeks away.
  • “I bet V was happy that you visited him today. And I bet that he would’ve forgiven you. He would’ve understood everything. And, I don’t ever want you to doubt my love for you and the reasons why I love you. Just believe that what I feel for you is true. So please, Saeran, believe me.”
  • Next thing you knew was that a pair of cold lips were moving against your own, the kiss progressively becoming deeper, until you heard a throat clearing from nearby.
  • You broke the kiss and noticed that Jumin and Seven were standing about 10 feet away from the car.
  • “Oh. Saeyoung, Jumin, hey!” You said in a cheerful tone, a blush spreading across your face.
  • “Uh, I see that we interrupted something. We’re sorry.” Jumin looked away.
  • Eventually you and the Chois were on the way to Jumin’s place, with you sitting on Saeran’s lap on the backseat.
  • He just didn’t want to let you go.
  • “Saeyoung… Would you mind dropping us off at your place?”
  • “Ohhhhh… What are you guys up to?” He said in a suggestive tone of voice while wiggling his eyebrows.
  • “Oh, shut up, idiot.” Saeran kicked his twin’s seat and pressed you closer against him. “I just… need to be alone with her. Please.”
  • Once you two were left alone, the only thing you did was lie in bed, holding each other, and talking only about the future.

anonymous asked:

could you recommend some good fic?

fic anon!! it’s been 84 years. sorry to have kept you waiting, i’m a mess. someone just unfollowed me, i hope it wasn’t you because that would make me feel really bad about this fail of a reply.

i don’t bookmark fics (note to self: start doing that) so i’ve forgotten a lot, but here are a few that i managed to remember.

in our rooms filled with laugher, we make hope from every small disaster by gravinnen: this two part fic is my absolute fave for a number of reasons. it feels like a continuation of the show because the dialogue is just so good and flows so well. the characterisation of isak is spot on, this fic is a great study of his insecurities, his tendency to bottle everything up, and how that can lead to passive-aggressive behaviour in a relationship. 

we’re two little people in this big ol’ world by cosetties: this fic has a lot of cute things and a lot of hilarious banter, the author really captures isak’s snarky side. the author also has other fantastic fics, you should read them all if you haven’t already.

minutt for minutt by enochianess: so this amazing author posts little scenes AND texts AND even takes the time to make the texts look like the ones on, what a hero.

still here by little movie: this post-s3 fic also follows the show’s concept of giving you short moments throughout the week, starting from the night after the christmas party. it’s soft and warm and reading it makes me feel nice and comfy.

the moments in between by allysavedtheday: this fic beautifully fills in the gaps between o helga natt and passe på meg and makes me emo.

great good fine ok by retts: this is a cute collection of softness and greatness. the explanation for why isak saves even’s phone number under even kosegruppa is so isak.

if anyone has any other good fics they’d like to recommend, feel free to pitch in! just no rpf please ew.

London To Seoul? [Jay Park]

Originally posted by crimson-secrets

Artist: Jay Park | Word Count: 2.539 | Soulmate!AU (12/?)

Soulmate!AU - You can write anything on any part of your body and it will appear on your soul mate’s body as well.

Ayee two scenarios in a day what a rare occasion!! Sorry again and again that  it takes me super long to finish requests:( I hope you’ll like this anon<3


Oxford Univeristy.

The name of the famous university would be written on Jay’s wrist every day without fail, as sometimes the writing would look neat, while at other times it would look sloppy. But it was clear enough for Jay to remember the words easily, and he assumed that his soul mate was probably studying hard to get a magister degree in Oxford. The writing had started probably two months ago.

Why did he know that? Well four years ago you had written ‘Seoul National Univeristy’, and now it seems that you have finished your studies and got a bachelor degree in SNU. Although those were the only bits of information he got about you, Jay didn’t want to take advantage of the powers. He could have easily written his name and ask to meet you up, but he had a guess in his heart that you barely knew about all of this soul mate thing, so Jay waited silently and lets fate take over his meeting with you.

Four years earlier he was still building his career back in Korea, while you were studying hard to get into the best university in the nation. So even until now, when Jay’s career was going higher, he could sense that you were still fighting hard for your education. And since meeting your soul mate could be a pretty life changing experience, Jay decided to wait it out. Maybe when your life is way more stable and steady, and when Jay was ready to meet you.

This was it, today was the day. Your result from two months of hard work was going to be revealed today. Oxford Univeristy was going to let you know if you got to enroll there for the master program, and you had been restless ever since you woke up at seven in the morning. Since they were going to release the information online through their website, you had to find a strong internet connection so you could check it right away. And what’s a better way than to chill at a café while you wait, right?

The thought of sipping a nice hot cappuccino while watching the snow fall helped you calm your heartbeat down. And you quickly throw your duvet away, jumping into the shower to get ready. You made sure you were properly covered with clothes that will warm you up before making your way out of the apartment to be met with the streets covered in white.

A few minutes later you were already boarding the subway to Apgujeong, where your favorite café was located. Despite you being pretty early, the train was pretty packed with people going to busy districts of Seoul. Nonetheless, the view of the city covered in snow took your mind off the crowd, and before you realize it the doors were sliding open as the speaker announced that the line have arrived in Apgujeong.

You quickly recognized Jehan’s face from the glass door and you pushed it forward, causing the bell to chime across the room. Jehan looked up and gave you a wide smile, waving you to come closer to the cashier. Dudart Café wasn’t full of people at this early in the morning, and you were secretly grateful for that.

“It’s nice to see my favorite regular here,” Jehan greeted you with a grin, “The usual?” He grabbed a cup and a pen, ready to write your name on it.

“Yes, and I’d have that donut for breakfast as well.” You said, pointing at the glazed donut on the display.

“That would be 7 dollars,” You rummaged through your wallet and gave him the money, “Your order will be coming up in a few, alright? Just wait over there.” Nodding with a smile, you moved away from the cashier to the counter while you wait for orders.

30 minutes left, you thought to yourself, since the news would be released at 9 AM sharp in Seoul’s time. Your eyes then moved from the clock that hung on the wall to the surroundings of the café, and now that you realized it, today Jehan wasn’t working alone. There was someone who was taking your glazed donut away from the display, and his face oddly resembled Jehan.

“Here’s your order, thanks for ordering (Name)!” You nodded and gave Jehan a small smile, although your eyes were still locked onto Jehan’s dopplegӓnger.

“Hey Jehan, do you mind if I ask who is that?” You braved to ask, your curiosity getting the better of you, “He looks weirdly like you.”

“Oh, that’s my brother,” Jehan laughed, “Do we look alike that much?” You broke into a chuckle and nodded.

“Well, I’ll go to my table then.” You then excused yourself from Jehan as the man scurried off and continued to work.

You sat yourself next to the window so you could gaze outside, watching the snow gently fall down to the street. Glancing up to the clock again, you noted that you have 15 minutes left, and nothing was helping you calm down at all. The sound of the clock ticking felt so loud despite the almost empty café, and the caffeine you chugged in didn’t do any help for you. You were left gripping onto your coat while staring at your phone, which displayed Oxford’s website page, nervousness swimming inside your heart.

While you wait, you took out your pen and placed the tip on your left wrist, gently writing ‘Oxford University’ over it. You tried to make it as neat as possible despite your shaky hands, knowing this would be the last day you would be able to write it on.

Jay stopped whatever he was doing to move his eyes to his left wrist, seeing words suddenly written there. A small smile was placed on his lips, knowing full well that his soul mate is now up and about, probably studying hard for the entrance test. Jehan noticed the goofy smile his brother had, and nudged him with his elbow.

“Hey! Quit smiling lovebird, you need to clean the glasses.” Jehan shot him an amused look as Jay shook his head, getting his concentration fully towards cleaning again.

“Alright boss.” Jay sarcastically answered, earning a laugh from his brother.

Congratulations! (Full Name) has passed the test and will enroll in Oxford for the Finance Master Program starting on 31st of January 2017. We will e-mail you about further details of the program and what you will need to prepare for your journey.

You did it, you thought to yourself, as tears welled up in your eyes and they gently trickle down your cheeks. There was a smile painted on your lips, and you were truly grateful that your hard work was paid off. You wiped the tears away with a tissue, although it didn’t help to decrease the puffiness.

The cappuccino inside your cup was long gone, and so is the glazed donut. So you picked your stuff up and walked out of the café, not forgetting to thank the employees and Jehan on the way out. Greeted by the strong winter breeze, the wind felt refreshing as if a good new start was about to come.

Jay was cleaning the tables, picking up the empty cups while greeting fans that came in after. When he got to a table near the window, he saw a pair of gloves sitting on the table and a pen lay right beside it. Jay furrowed his eyebrows, feeling like he’s seen those gloves before.

“Hey Jehan, I think this belongs to one of your regulars,” Jay said while approaching the cashier, “She wore this, right?” Jehan looked up and his eyes turned wide, nodding at his brother’s question.

“Yeah, that belongs to (Name),” Jehan told him, “She must have forgotten and left it there.”

“Did you know which way she left?”

“Wait, you’re going to catch up on her?”

“Yeah, she must have not gone that far,” Jay said, determination in his eyes, “So did she go left or right?” Jehan was quick to point to the right, and Jay didn’t waste any time to dash outside the café.

But it was a big mistake as the winter breeze hit him hard, causing Jay to yelp softly. But he kept on running, being careful to not slip, while his eyes darted left and right. He remembered you wearing a dark green coat and black trousers, and as he walked further on he tried to distinguish your form among the people walking down the street.

It took about ten minutes and an almost freezing body as Jay found you, quickly recognizing you from how your hair fell down. He picked his pace up and caught your left hand, not letting you take a step further away from him. Although his action caused you to release a small scream, as you almost lost your footing on the icy concrete.

“I’m so sorry, but you f-forgot your gloves,” Jay sheepishly grinned, a tiny fog escaping from his lips, “And your pen as well!” This time, you were the one gasping in shock as you realized the identity of the man that stopped you so suddenly.

“Oh! You’re Jehan’s brother,” You whispered, “I- Thank you so much for returning these back to me, and I-I’m so sorry you’re in this mess because of me.” He was shivering slightly, his hair blown away as it was slightly messy now, and his hand felt cold against yours.

Wait, he’s holding your hands?

This caused your cheeks to turn furiously pink, as you cleared your throat awkwardly to give a signal for him to let you go. Jay chuckled nervously seeing how he was still holding your smaller hand in his, and gently let your hand free from his grip. But before doing so, Jay caught a small writing on your wrist, one that seemed oddly familiar in his mind.

Oxford Univeristy.

“Wait, you want to enroll to Oxford?” Jay asked cautiously after he lets your hand go, eyes landed on the writing on your left wrist. Something clicked inside his mind when he saw the writings.

“Yes, I am!” You answered with excitement, “Writing the name of the university on my wrist just gives me motivation.” Jay was seriously taken aback by your answer because when he looks twice, he realized how every curve of the words were exactly the same as the ones on his left wrist.

Jay had an inner battle with himself on whether he should tell you about the whole soul mate thing because he was so so sure you were his soul mate, the one meant for him. The man found himself staring deeply into your eyes, letting his heart beat faster and emotions take over him. What if you stopped coming to his café? He asked himself. And what if this would be the last time he would see you? And those simple thoughts were what pushed Jay to finally confess, to break the news about him being your soul mate.

“Say, do you have a minute?” Jay asked, nervousness flashing in his eyes, “I-I want to tell you something.” You raised an eyebrow, although you were confused, you let him take your time for a moment.

“Uh, where do I even start?” Jay said to himself while releasing an awkward chuckle, “Have you ever heard of soul mates? Where the love of your life was assigned by fate?”

“Yeah, I have heard of them before.”

“But did you know that soul mates are true? That you really are destined with another person, and people are granted powers to help them find their soul mates.” You were staring at Jay in disbelief now, as you were totally sure he was spouting nonsense.

“What are you talking about?” Although what Jay was talking seemed out of the world, you stayed rooted on your spot anyway, still listening to what he has to say.

“No! J-Just listen to me until I finish, alright?” Jay paused, taking a deep breath, “We get this simple power where whatever you write on your body will appear on your soul mate’s body as well. The truth is I saw you writing ‘Seoul National University’ for months, and that was about four years ago. And it have been a month or two since you’ve written ‘Oxford University’, and the handwriting on my left wrist is the exact same as yours.”

“Really?” You gawked, gently taking his left hand to compare the handwriting, “It actually is! You’re saying the truth after all…” Trailing off, you were speechless as it felt so hard to accept this surreal fate.

“So that means that-”

“We’re soul mates?” You cut him off, feeling your heart beat faster as you realize you had been standing super close to him. Too close.

“Yes, yes we are.” Your hand flew to your mouth, covering your lips and not letting you gasp or scream in shock.

“Oh my god, I- Is this even real?”

“Yeah, it is. I know it feels like it’s hard to believe it, but it’s the truth.”

Suddenly, it didn’t felt so cold anymore as Jay leaned closer, suddenly not having control of himself as he was pulled into your shining beauty. Your eyes seemed to glimmer like a pretty diamond, your skin looked so soft and your hair would frame yourself so perfectly. And your lips looked so luscious and plump despite the freezing weather. And you were also lured in by Jay’s aura, his calming yet charming vibes that came out from him. He had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were what mirrored the happiness he felt in his heart.

“May I?” You nodded, letting Jay’s hand grip your chin gently as he leaned in to claim your lips, and warmth spread in you as your heart picked up the pace, making your face blush pink as the blood rushed faster inside of you. Jay felt the exact same thing, the same amazing feeling of butterflies filling his stomach, leaving a tingling sensation throughout his body.

After a few seconds you both parted away, eyes widening in awe yet amazement. And then you let out a laugh, his followed suit as you both laughed over how funny was fate’s way to let you both meet.

“Wait! I almost forgot,” You squeaked, fishing for your phone and snapping out of your trance, “I’m going to Oxford soon, next month. I just got accepted into Oxford, actually.” The reaction from Jay was unexpected, as you thought he wouldn’t be pleased knowing you’re leaving so soon.

“That’s so amazing of you!” Jay cried out, “I can’t believe my girlfriend is going to Oxford! That’s- That’s one hell of an achievement!”

“Wait, you’re cool with this? Even with the distance we have to go through?”

“I don’t mind, really. I know that Oxford is your dream, so we can work the distance out. London to Seoul is just a few hours flight, right…?” You found Jay cupping your chin with both of his hands, but trailed off from his words since he didn’t know your name yet.

What an awful soul mate he was, Jay thought, trying so hard to push the feeling of embarrassment down.

“(Name), my name’s (Name).” Giggling, you couldn’t help but place a kiss on his blushing cheeks.

“R-Right. We can get through this, alright (Name)?”

“Yes, alright…” This time you were the one that stopped midsentence, trying to remember if you had caught his name before.

“Jaebum, Park Jaebum.”

anonymous asked:

If requests are open, could you write about the Rfa cheering Mc up? I've been going through some difficult things lately involving fake friends I need some cheering up myself. :/ thanks love <3

Sure thing! I’m so sorry anon! I hope you feel better!!!

Luciel’s got really long…sorry!

I’m not too sure how I feel about this, so I hope it’s okay!

Yoosung: He’d noticed that MC hadn’t been as enthusiastic as normal, that they’d been coming back later, faking more smiles, avoiding his questions, and quite frankly, he was concerned.

They were always so bright and cheerful that, seeing them like this was quite different, but they’d cheered him on constantly without fail, this was certainly the least he could do for them, right?

“Can I sit here?” He asked with a tentative smile.

“Sure,” they moved the bag that they’d placed on the couch beside them, inviting him to sit, “Is everything okay Yoosung?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I’m worried about you, you haven’t quite been yourself recently and I’m really worried. It’s not that you have to be happy all the time or anything, I just wanted to know if you were all right or…” He trailed off, looking at them for help.

“I’m just having some issues with friends, right now,” They mumbled, pulling the blond boy into a tight hug and burying their face in his shoulder.

Yoosung was a bit shocked at the sudden hug, but that didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms tightly around them, holding them wordlessly. If they didn’t want to go into further detail he wasn’t going to make them.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat like that, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it before he stood up with a grin. “We’re going to watch a movie, and I’m going to make popcorn, wait for me.”

Jaehee: She’s immediately noticed that MC was upset. They, like her, always worked more when they were stressed or upset and she’d noticed that they’d barely looked away from the thick textbook for the past two hours, a small frown on their lips.

“MC,” she said, her voice warm and soft as she tapped them on the shoulder to get their attention. They flinched slight, before pouting.

“I didn’t see you there, Jaehee, give me a bit of a warning next time.” They laughed but it sounded tired and weak.

“I brought you some coffee,” She said, handing them a mug and sitting down next to them. “You seem really upset, do you want to talk about it?”

They were silent for a moment, and took a sip of their drink before nodding.

Jumin: He immediately froze at the soft sound of crying as he entered the apartment and immediately set about trying to find MC. As he searched for them in the living room, dining room, kitchen and so on, he couldn’t help but think about what could be making them cry.

Had he done something wrong?

Forgotten something important maybe?

He knocked on there bedroom door and the sobbing stopped for a moment.

“Are you in there?” He cleared his throat, not entirely sure how to comfort someone who was crying so hard, but he was wiling to try his best. “Can I come in?”


Almost immediately he opened the door to find them curled up on their bed, knees to their chest and sobbing as they scrolled through something on their laptop.

He sat down next to them, gently prying the computer from their fingers and setting it aside as he pulled them into a tight hug. “What happened?”

They gestured towards the laptop, but didn’t actually say anything. He held them close for a few more minutes, don’t saying anything as he did his est to reassure them. After a few minutes he pulled away slightly. “Do you mind if I–” He gestured at the computer. They shook their head and he pulled it into his lap, his frown deepening the more he read.

“Who said these things to you?”

“Some friends of mine.”

Jumin’s frown only deepened at their response. “They’re not your friends,” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead and they nodded miserably.

Zen: He’s furious. The moment he sees MC crying, he’s willing to fight whoever upset them, but he forced himself to calm down first before coming to sit beside them since he knows that him being too emotional would only make them more upset.

“You okay?” He asked, his tone soft. It held none of his usual over the top enthusiastic dramatics. Instead it was calm, gentle, and incredibly sincere. 

“Of course,” They nodded, and Zen’s frown deepened. 

“You don’t need to hide your feelings from me you know. I want to support you in any way possible, but please understand that for me to be able to support and help you completely you have to open up to me.”

“I know,” They whispered, voice soft and choked with tears. “I’ve just been having some issues with some people I know…I thought they were my friends, but I guess I was wrong.” 

Zen smiled weakly. He knew something about people not being what he thought they were, but it wasn’t appropriate to bring up his own issues, so he just nodded solemnly and pulled them into a gentle hug. They weren’t getting away any time soon.  

707: “Please just open the door MC,” he sighed, resting his forehead against the wall to the left of their bedroom door. “I’m worried about you.” Now he had an idea how MC must have felt when he ignored them all that time when he first came to stay in the apartment with her. 

There was no response. He moved to sit with his back against the wall and pulled his phone from his pocket. 

New Message

To MC: I love you <3

He waited, staring at the screen for a few moments before tucking the phone back into his pocket. 

After five minutes or so, his phone vibrated with a new text. 

MC: I love you too. 

There was the sound of a lock turning and the door opened to reveal MC, standing on the other side of the door with teary eyes and a nervous expression as if they were afraid to let him see them so upset. 

“What happened to upset you so much?” 

“Some friends of mine said some stuff…it was just some messages and stuff…a couple of pictures posted on social media…It was probably a joke.” They laughed bitterly, obviously not believing what they said. 

He scowled, “Let me see.” 

They nodded looking down as they let him into the room and passed him their laptop which sat open on their bed.

He scrolled for a few minutes, his frown only growing as he read. 

“No friends would do something like this.” He said with a gentle smile. “Their loss really, they don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you.” 

“You’re just saying that,” They said, not meeting his eye. 

“Is that what you really believe?” 

They nodded and he grinned, pressing gentle kisses everywhere he can reach until MC was an adorable blushing mess. 

anonymous asked:

Sooo I was wondering whats your favorite vmin moment? Like the greatest of vmin in your opinion?

I tried to choose one moment, and I failed miserably. I think because, to me, vmin is just a culmination of so much, so many moments. Even the time between moments, just their everyday interactions, you know? But here’s a timeline of a few favorite moments, very incomplete, very basic, missing SO many juicy moments and amazing context, but hey there’s no way that’s all fitting into one post. 

January 2014: (Jimin to Tae) “You’re more than a close friend. You’re my savior! So you’re very precious (to me) and I want to be with you even when we become grandfathers.” He also reveals that when he met Tae for the first time, Tae was wearing bright red underwear and Jimin was like WTF did I get myself into. 

July 2014: This. Tension. A sign of things to come.

October 8, 2014: 95z use the medium of twitter to confess their very awkwardly sincere feelings to one another in a way that they clearly could not do face to face. 

January 2015: Legendary Twitter Battle. I still think Tae has a nipple-d Jimin Hiphop Monster that he cuddles to sleep every night. 

May 2015: Jimin comforts Tae after Music Bank when Tae got all that heat.

June 2015: Jimin writes Taehyung’s profile. Refers to himself as Tae’s hyung, says a bunch of cute mushy shit, and lists the song he associates with Tae as Standing Egg’s “Little Star.”

July 2015: The Balloon Pop. Please note how Jimin collapses into Taehyung’s chest so comfortably and fucking stays there. Also July 2015: Their Don’t Judge Me challenge. I include this because this was the day I physically touched them in Dallas and I was greatly affected by this video. 

November 2015: That fake-ass “reluctant” kiss. 

December 2015: Leash. 

2016: The Whole Goddamn Year. From revealing their love to the world via Puma ad, to extravagant gifts, to comparing hands, to backhugs, to on-stage kisses, this whole damn year has been a blessing. They think about each other when they’re apart, they support each other unconditionally, and they’re not afraid to remind each other how treasured and adored they truly are. 2016 has been a general shitstain, but, at least…. at least there is vmin. 

BTS Reaction to you having an awkward aegyo personality

hey anon! i am so sorry for the long wait but i hope you enjoy and have a nice day/night as well! <3


*judges you*

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*plain up laughs and thinks it’s cute*

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*smirks at you and starts doing more awkward poses with you*

Originally posted by judgementalyoongi


*tries to hold in his laughter but fails completely*

Originally posted by tekukii


*smiles at you*

“jagi i don’t think you look weird. i think you look absolutely adorable”

Originally posted by theseoks

Rap Monster

“you think you look weird? then how do i look?”

*does an even weirder aegyo pose than you*

Originally posted by parkjimin--bts


*you’re taehyung*

Originally posted by btsshortie

-Alo <3

Play On [5] || Jungkook Fanfic

So, you agreed to date Jungkook as a consequence for losing a bet with Jimin. It’s just for a week, anyway. It’s nothing serious… right?

Part 5 // Part 4Part 3, Part 2Part 1

Originally posted by jeongguk

Word Count: 5.1K

Main Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: fake dating au / university au / Romance / Fluff / tbh idk man. Whatever this is.

A/N: to cooking kookie anon, i’m sorry the part you requested isnt here T~T i think i failed u somehow :(( it’s going to be on one of the next few parts tho. @ the readers who waited for this… finally, here you guys go hahaha, i’m not entirely satisfied with it though, but i hope you guys still have fun reading! 

Disclaimer– I don’t really know if Jin likes chicken over beef, nor do i know if he likes mushrooms or not hahahah.



“I don’t have a spare helmet.” Jungkook informed, looking at his hands where he held his metallic-coloured bicycle helmet. Unable to reply, you just stared at him, since you didn’t know how to respond. He could clearly just wear the helmet he was holding, but as he opened his mouth to add something, you were prepared to just disagree with what he was about to say. “Just wear this.”

“Jungkook.” You replied, shaking your head. “You’re the one who’s driving this bicycle. You should be the one who’s—”

With a sudden action, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him so abruptly that you almost crashed into his chest. You tried to protest, but the words that came out of your mouth somehow resembled a foreign language spoken outside earth. He put the helmet on your head, securing it with a click under your chin and smiled victoriously. “So if we get in an accident,” He patted your head, smiling at you with such gleam in his eyes. “At least this little head of yours could still survive.”

You sneered at his mocking statement and readjusted the helmet on your head. The size was no doubt bigger than yours, but you could probably manage. Probably.

After what had happened yesterday at the university grounds, Jungkook couldn’t keep your “yes” to himself. He had already told the three by yelling it out once you’ve set foot on the car park and the two had almost lifted Jungkook in the air for his triumph.

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I am not quite sure what you ask me to do Anons. Is it the question if i like the ship or do you ask me to analyze/hc

Basically that above is what i get every time i look at KageHina. They amuse me greatly. They’re dumb as fk. They even top Bokuto if you add both together (sorry babe, you’re not dumb <3 don’t worry). But they’re so lovable and compliment each other very well.

But i do not participate actively in that ship. Karasuno is somehow my least prioritized … school…team…harbor… port.. whatever. (°◡°;;;).:。

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Broadway Part 4

Anthony Ramos x Reader
Words: 756
Request: Uh, hey? Would you mind if I asked for a part four if Broadway? My sister was too shy to ask so well I’m doing it for her. And don’t tell her, but it’s her birthday gift 


but also thats super cool that both you and your sister like hamilton because my sister is a rude lil twelvie. I’m kidding i love her but like sdjfhehkjh drama

i’m running on little to no sleep right now, but i have one more exam and then i’m done! i’m supposed to be revising for said exam but WHO NEEDS THAT IT’S OKAY IF I FAIL IT AHAHAH

anyway, don’t judge anything i write right now. I’m so tired.

to the anon’s sister, happy (belated??) birthday! i wish you a good year and i hope you enjoy(ed) your day!

requests are open as usual, stay safe friends xx


“So you got the day off work then?”

You rolled your eyes at Anthony, putting your phone back into your pocket. “I was just about to call you. It’s been five minutes since I knocked,” She stated.

“Well I’ve gotta look good for my girl, don’t I?” Anthony stated, shutting the door and wrapping his arm around you. “Now tell me, how was the train ride here?”

“Oh, it was a majestic trip in which everyone was happy and there was space all over the train!” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Sounds incredible. I love your subway fantasies,” He said, laughing quietly and kissing your forehead lightly.

You and Anthony had been almost inseparable after the show. If you were at work, he was taking residence at one of the tables. If he was at work, you made sure that you were waiting in the dressing rooms for him after the show.

Today, you had both managed to secure some time off for your first proper date. Anthony had planned everything, but he hadn’t told you anything.

“Are you excited for today?” You asked, smiling and resting your head on Anthony’s shoulder. Anthony nodded, pulling you towards the subway station.

“I really think you’ll like it. I tried to incorporate all of your favourite things,” Anthony stated, swiping his ticket and entering the station. You copied his actions, following him into the hot platform.

“God, I’m sweating up a storm,” You mumbled, taking off your jacket and wrapping it around your waist.

“Sorry babe. Probably should’ve let you know we were coming down here. I always forget how disgusting it is,” Anthony said, gently pulling you onto the train when it rolled into the station.

“After living here for all these years, I feel like you just begin to ignore it. But not me. I will never get used to this,” You said, laughing quietly. Anthony smiled, pushing loose strands of hair off his face.

“You’re just special babe. It’s okay. I’ll protect you from the dangers of the subway,” He joked, nudging you playfully. You groaned when someone pushed you and Anthony into the wall, rolling your eyes at the lack of sanity in the train.

“Hey, at least we’re closer now,” He whispered in your ear, smirking. You smacked his arm lightly. “Now’s not the time for puns Ramos. We have a date to get to.”

“That’s true. Grab my hand.”

“I thought I was grabbing it,” You mumbled, looking down at the hand that was in yours. You screwed up your face slightly. “Wrong hand.”

Anthony burst out laughing, grabbing your hand and pulling you both out of the train when you reached the station. You blushed slightly, letting yourself be pulled by Anthony.

“So where are we going?” You asked, looking around at the unfamiliar streets.

“Central Park. Oh wait, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” Anthony said, biting his lip slightly. “Well, can’t take my words back now.”

“Do you want me to pretend that I didn’t hear anything?” You asked, smiling when you saw the familiar park come into view.

“No, I think it’s a little too late,” He said, laughing quietly. He let go of your hand, pulling a picnic rug out of his backpack and laying it in front of the lake. “Ladies first.”

“Why thankyou, kind sir,” You said, smiling. You sat down on the blanket, shivering slightly. You went to grab your jacket from your waist, your eyes widening when you realised it was gone. “Damn,” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm.

“What’s up?” Anthony asked, sitting next to you.

“Whoever grabbed my hand must’ve grabbed my jacket too, which sucks cause it was a good one,” You mumbled, pouting. Anthony laughed quietly, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. You went to protest, stopping when he put his finger to your lips.

“I’m not going to let you get a cold. We’re here to have a good time. Besides, I’m wearing a jumper anyway,” He said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.

“Thanks Ant,” You said, smiling at him and kissing his cheek.

“Will you be my partner?”

You froze, turning to look at him. “What?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

“(Y/N), the reason I tried so hard to get us both together today was to ask you an incredibly important question, and that question is will you be my partner?” Anthony asked, grabbing your hand. You smiled, nodding rapidly.

“Of course.”

Sirius Black x Reader FANFICTION- The Lady Is A Tramp

Request: “Sirius Black x reader where the reader’s friend gets their heart broken by sirius, so the reader breaks his nose but he’s so charming and from there they end up falling in love? If that makes any sense lol” - Anon 

Warnings: punching, noseblood, and firewhiskey

Word Count: 1193

Terms and stuff- (Y/N)- your name

                            (Y/F/N)- your “friend’s” name (preferably someone you                                                     dislike)

A/N: I didn’t proofread this, I’m sorry. Also, heck yes, a Frank Sinatra title! Im sorry if I failed you anon (it got funky(?))…(about the gif that’s not mine: we all know John Bender from the Breakfast Club is the equivalent of Sirius Black)

Originally posted by lovey-dovey-moments

  You and (Y/F/N) were in your common room. She was sitting across from you, crying. She was recently was dumped by Sirius Black, Hogwarts’ resident bad boy and heartbreaker. “And then he says ‘I don’t think we’re meant for each other’” she said between sobs. “T-Then he just walks away… I don’t think he even had feelings for me.”

  After a week of seeing her cry and mope, you were angry. Angry at Sirius Black for taking her heart and breaking it. He didn’t even show a sign he cared, he just moved on to the next girl. You were fuming. (Y/F/N)’s said “(Y/N), don’t fight my battles for me”. You looked at her with disappointment. This wasn’t the girl you knew.

  You were walking outside and you see Sirius and his friends. Everyone knew who they were for their infamous pranks. They were all laughing about something. Anger bubbled up inside you and your hand curled into a fist. Remus was the first to notice you. He elbowed Sirius who turned and looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. You heard the one named James whisper “Pads, she looks like she’s about to commit murder…” Sirius waved him off

  He stood up, ready to say a flirty remark. “What bring-” You cut him off with one single swift punch to the face. All your anger and frustration with him went into that one movement. You began to cool down. You saw Peter gasp, Remus with his wand out, and James torn between being concerned and laughing. You saw Sirius bring his hand to his nose and touch it gingerly, wincing. Blood was starting to drip from it. “That was for (Y/F/N).” you said and turned around. 

  “Should we go after her?” Peter asked. “No, I think we better take him up to Madam Pomfrey.” Remus stated. The quartet began making their way to the medical wing, while you went off to find (Y/F/N). You were recounting the events to her in the common room. “Then, I punched him in the face! It was glorious, (Y/F/N), I wish you would’ve been there to see it.” you said excitedly.

  She didn’t respond. In fact, she looked frustrated. “(Y/N), I didn’t want your help.” she sneered. “But, I thought-” you started. She cut you off by leaving the room. She treated you coldly throughout the rest of the day. You were hurt. She made it clear that she didn’t want to be friends with you anymore. 

  You were walking to the library. You always went there in times of trouble because it gave you some sense of comfort. Caught up in your own thoughts, you accidentally bumped into someone. “Sorry” you mumbled. “Hey,” a voice said, somewhat familiar “you’re the one who punched me, right?”

  You looked up. It was Sirius Black. “Yes, I kind of regret it now…” you said slowly. “Why is that? You can throw a pretty mean punch. Nothing you should be ashamed of” he said. You studied him for a second.You had to admit he was attractive. “(Y/F/N) doesn’t think so” you replied lamely. “Well, she never was that much fun anyways” he said. You laughed. He was obviously trying to make you feel better.

  “Do you want to drink some butterbeer with me, unless you’re more into firewhiskey, I’ve got that too…” he said, his smooth game going STRONG. “Sure,” you agreed, smiling “Where at?” He was grinning also ecstatic that you were joining him. “At the Gryffindor common room, of course.”

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Why is Ja’far my fave?

@ the anon who sent that.
My dear, I could write an entire book, 200 pages at least. (I love you for asking tho).

I tried to sum it up but I failed lol. You are gonna have to give me more time. Sadly I’m gonna be out all day tomorrow and it’s 3 am here, I must leave. Also I’m so sleepy I can’t write properly in English.

However here you have a sneak peek (I’m probably erasing a lot of this so it’s shorter. I’m using Sin a lot for this one, but I was just gonna talk about Pisti and all the generals, agh it’s hard leaving details out):

Since I’m saying Ja’far is “human”, let’s talk about one of my favorite things about Ja’far: his flaws.

Ja’far is short-tempered, strict, aggressive, dull, obsessive, blunt, etc. He has so many relatable flaws tbh. I say dull because he’s that person who doesn’t fit to everyone’s opinion on what’s “fun”, like going to parties and getting drunk. I’m one of those dull people and probably a lot of you guys are too. (I don’t actually think we are dull but that’s how people see us often, at least me).

But let’s focus on Ja’far’s main issue (and what makes him really interesting for me): the contrast between his aggressive behavior and his kindness.

Ja’far’s aggressive behavior opposes his warm nature in a lot of ways. This is why I say he’s human, he tries to be a certain way but his flaws are stronger and he fails.

Ja’far tries to be perfect. He walks in a fine, elegant way, his speech is overly polite, he’s very cultivated (he studied as much as he could), he’s efficient, he has a dignified appearance. Ja’far has worked all his life so he could become who he is now and so there are no traces of his old self, the assassin. BUT he still gets angry easily, he’s too short-tempered and when he snaps, he snaps big time and sadly he snaps about several things.

Sinbad’s mistakes spark this behavior on him a lot and despite of his desire of remaining a calm and collected advisor, Ja’far loses all this in front of the person he respects most and thinks he has the right to. His polite speech, his discrete way of standing, they all disappear and he unleashes the true Ja’far. His king becomes his idiotic friend he promised to help and so he lectures him with screams and punches.  And after he calms down, he becomes the polite advisor again, the one he’s trying so hard to be.
Another example of Ja’far being unable to control himself is when he loses it after Cassim insults Sinbad. Only after Sin stops him he realizes he fucked up and the aggressive Ja’far disappears in a second, he dashes to heal the wound he caused to his king and also apologizes. And thus: after more than a decade and a half Ja’far still can’t control his aggressive personality.

Ja’far is a scary guy but he has tried to become the loving, collected and calm person he knows he is deep inside (because he is indeed) for so many years and he still can’t do it. Isn’t that adorable? He is both things tho, he’s scary and could kill you, but he’s also cute and sweet and could love you like no one ever would. 

The Ja’far twins in Sinbad no bouken, which represent the contradiction that he is himself, become one in the anime, but not in the manga. And coincidentally Ja’far’s household are two snakes. This contradiction in Ja’far’s personality is definitely important to understand Ja’far as a character. And wow isn’t he interesting?

anonymous asked:

Aaaaa new blog yaaaay :)))))) Can I request MC gets her period in public and V helps her? If thats okay with you of course

This was so long ago. So, so, so damn long ago, and I’m so sorry. I have literally no excuse except I hit a rough patch and turned to stress writing my novel and stressing of classes and I may be failing at being an author and being a student, but I will not fail at making you guys happy and running this blog. 

That being said, I now have no requests as of posting this. Please send some in! Headcanons, scenarios, imagines, drabbles, etc. If you scroll down to the bottom of this blog (not too far, actually), you’ll see the few rules I’ve set.

And now onto the scenario (which is kinda bad and off topic-ish because I haven’t written an actual full-length story format anything in so long)!

Word count: 759


There’s a first time for everything, right? Well, the first time anything really happened that you thought would be awkward with your boyfriend Jihyun was just 3 weeks into your relationship. Your period had slipped your mind for a while and you had stopped tracking it at that time, so you had no idea that your first technical date with him (a get together, rather, that wasn’t just Netflix binging with slightly burnt popcorn) was going to be interrupted by your personal monthly Hell.

You two were going to an amusement park, even though neither of you had been to one in forever (realistically, only years). He picked you up early so you could get there early, go home early, then rest since you both had work to do and things to get done the next day.

When you got through the front gate and into the park, the first thing you two did was jokingly fill out lost child badges for each other, his reading “aesthetical bitch” and yours reading “aesthetical bitch’s bitch”. You two laughed at them the whole way to the food stand, but after a good 20 seconds, your laughter turned into soft wincing and you gripping at your stomach. 

“…Are you alright, (Y/N)?” Jihyun bites the inside of his lip and frowns, seeing your horribly hidden pained expression. You just shake your head and change the subject of the conversation to something that will keep his occupied until you reach the food stand. You find seats nearby and sits across from each other, making small talk with each other about an upcoming exhibit of his and where it’s being shown. He happily starts a rant about it, seeming to forget what happened earlier.

After you two are done eating, you go over to the games and pull Jihyun with you, making him sit next to you. You two sit there for quite a while- so long that you end up with a teddy bear, two cat plushies, and a big fluffy stuffed whale. You carry two and Jihyun carries two.

“(Y/N), no, we can’t name the whale Whallium and no we are not giving the cat plushies to Zen for his birthday.” He laughs and rolls his eyes, almost not noticing how your legs seemed to give out beneath you. “Okay, hun, you’re not alright. Tell me what’s going on.” He wraps an arm around you to help keep you standing, then you suddenly remember you were supposed to get your period soon.

“Oh, okay, uh, Jihyun, one second, I’ll be right back.” You smile and hand him the toys before walking off to a rest room. You walk in and take a few quarters from your pocket, putting them in the machine on the wall. You turn the knob on it and grab the pad that was dispensed. You go into a stall and put it on, then walk out, looking at Jihyun with a smile. “Ha, it was just, uh…”

“You’re okay, right? Please tell me it’s nothing serious.” He gives you a sad look, almost looking like a puppy in this moment. You laughed and waved your hands.

“It’s just, uh, my monthly thing, you know…?” You look up and laugh awkwardly.

“…Your period. Thank goodness, I thought it was something that would need medical attention.” He lets out a relieved sigh. “I’m glad you’re alright. Well, okay, not alright, but not hurt too ba- I mean, not enough to the point of medical at- Or maybe you do? Do you need a doctor or someth-”  You laugh and press a finger to his lips, laughing at his slightly panicked ranting, now gone silent.

“I’ll be fine. It hurts, but not enough to the point of needing a doctor. I’m okay.” You smile at him to calm him down and suddenly shift your gaze to the direction of an amazing smell. “…Okay, well, I may need a doctor if I don’t get whatever that is.” You start walking in that same direction, forcing him to walk after you.

“If you wanted it that bad, you could have just told me you wanted some.”

“Yeah, but what can I be besides dramatic when I’m dating a photographer?”

“…Good point.”

He laughs and walks up to a stand with you, somehow feeling closer to you than before. He puts an arm around your waist and feels a somehow wider smile stretch across his face at the dreamy look in your eyes… looking at the menu. 

He didn’t mind, though. You were cute regardless.

Some weeks ago an Anon asked for a Starco-Dippica crossover, and I delivered. I always deliver. Usually with weeks, months, even years of delay.
And I deliver a defective product, since there is absolutely no romance in this pic. Sorry, Anonymous Asker From Eighteen Days Ago, I failed you.

“Seriously? You just copied Blood Moon Ball dress?” “I’m lazy. And I can’t draw.“

anonymous asked:

could I get a little ficlet of V surprising MC with his eye surgery??

Hello anon! I stopped doing minific, so I made this into a bit longer version of a scenario. 

I’m so sorry! Hope you like it!

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Fix it (Peter Pan)

Anon: Hey!!! Can I request an imagine where you caught pan cheat on you and you are sad and all, he try to win you back but you don’t want,but when you see that he is wreck you forgive him!!sorry if it’s confusing :(

N/A: I added some fire powers to the reader, hope you don’t mind ❤️

“C'mon boys, go to the dining hall I’ll go get Peter” you beamed and the boys nodded before leaving you behind. You smiled to yourself as you headed towards the tree house, that didn’t seemed odd to you because he always liked to have his own privacy when working on something.

So you climbed up and opened the door, as soon as you entered you heard weird sounds, you frowned as you got closer to the bedroom.

As soon as you opened the door, you regretted doing it.

You saw Peter completely naked hovering Wendy’s naked form, you could barely see her face, you couldn’t help but shake in rage as the tears were falling from your cheeks “Are you having fun?” Your voice cracked, Wendy looked at you completely embarrassed, and although Peter wasn’t looking at you, you knew he had paled.

Peter turned around and quickly grabbed his underwear as he faced your mixed expression “Love I…” he trailed off trying to reach you but you backed away.

“Get the fuck away from me” you spat, your eyes glowing to their natural orange shade “And YOU” you pointed at Wendy threateningly “You’re lucky I don’t burn you alive, slut” you mumbled between your teeth as you finally left the tree house.

You walked around the forest cutting some wood to make yourself a house, it took you all day, but you were done, you made a fence around it to keep anyone to get close and finally you hid your presence from Peter so you could be left alone.


“WHERE IS SHE?!” Peter demanded to know, but no one knew the answer to his simple question “She couldn’t get too far!” He yelled

“We don’t know Pan, we never really knew how powerful she was” Felix pointed out

“That’s the problem, she could loose control, and it’s all because of me!” He said angrily and he was right.

You were losing control, everything you touched would instantly burn, your eyes changed to their human shade from the orange one all the time, your body heat was dangerously high, to the point where if anybody touched you, they would at least have second degree burn.

You didn’t want to admit it but you needed Peter’s help, so you let him find you

“Wait. I feel her. She’s here!” Peter beamed following his senses. Until he found you in the deepest part of the forest, outside the house you built, the fence was gone. You were sitting on the floor looking at nowhere and when he kneeled down to your height you finally looked at him

“Help me” she pleaded and he couldn’t help but kiss her feeling the tickles in his lips at the contact until she pushed him away “Peter, I don’t trust you” she said and he could feel his heart breaking.

“Let me fix it” he pleaded holding her hands “Please, I know I made a terrible mistake but I love you” He said and kissed her again. This time holding her wrist so she couldn’t pull him away. He wanted her so desperately that it was unbelievable, she became part of him, and without her he felt dead inside.

anonymous asked:

How do you draw buildings?? Your building drawings are always so pretty!! I try to draw some but I always fail! :((

Hi anon! 

for faster doodles (like the mp100 ones) I use a technique I talked about here

but for longer pieces I hand draw stuff and it gave me a lot of trouble too!

the simplest part of buildings tends to be perspective, it’s very mechanical and easy to learn, I won’t get too much into it because there’s 10000 tutorials about it. I tend to use 2 point perspective like this:

I don’t use this super strictly though. It’s more a rough feeling for pieces and all you need to keep track of is that the objects are *fairly* correct in placement of eachother and the horizon line. Stressing out about perspective lines will be what makes buildings look really rigid.

this is one axis of a piece I just finished. They’re correct relative to each other, but if I brought them all to the horizon chances are they wouldn’t match up. and that’s ok. because honestly you shouldn’t have the vanishing point in your piece unless you want to really emphasize something, like depth.

but there is something a lot of tutorials miss out on and it’s why a lot of my building drawings (and art in general) sucked for no identifiable reason:

every building is made by an architect, so every building will be unique. buildings have unique bits about them. and when you start incorporating and thinking about what the buildings have your art will get better, even if your technical skills can’t catch up quite yet.

the best way to see this is cities. Look at the differences between different buildings. Some buildings have different windows at different floors! Some have a cool light, some have a really nice sign or a porch on the third floor.

add little bits to the buildings, look up references! so much of the environment can be told by the architecture:

how dense is it? is it well kept? what kind of neighborhood? how many stories are the buildings? are there apartments? bars? 

asking these questions will make what buildings you’re drawing more telling of where this is and what its like. Californian small towns will look a lot different from South African cities, and London will look a lot different than Tokyo. Think about what you want to tell in your drawing, google images is there to help!

Your technical skill will always keep improving if you keep drawing, don’t worry about that. The best way for you to help yourself improve and grow is to surround yourself with context on what you’re doing. 

I hope that helped a little bit!! a lot of this is practice and a lot of failure, but I also don’t see many people talking about using references. You’ll get better in time!! just keep pushing like you are now (。•̀ᴗ-)✧