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Closet Softie

Or, How Bucky Barnes Nearly Ruined His Tough-Guy Rep

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The trail mix was gone. 

The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone. 

Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning

All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free. 

And it was gone.

Clint was gonna shoot somebody.

Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.

kingofmemes posted:

yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend. 

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i loved you, then i lost you {5}

a/n: sorry this took so long im procrasinating about school :,)))) vvvvv sorry!

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary:  you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you. 

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You stared at him in silence, hands gripped over your mouth tightly. He shuffled over and turned around, groaning quietly. Questions swirled around your mind furiously - was he eating correctly? He looked so frail and fragile now, his bony hands gripping the pillow. The smell of whiskey intensified when close to his body, giving a hint that he was drinking. You looked around the room, cautiously moving around the room. His clothes were scattered around the ground, phone on the bed beside him. You looked behind your shoulder, checking to see if Namjoon was coming up. 

“Yoongi..?” Taehyung stirred, rubbing his eyes. 

You froze again, quickly turning to face him. His eyes were still closed and he was half asleep. 

“Uh..yes, this is Yoongi..I came to”

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed. “Money?” 

“Yep. I got it. Bye.” You rushed out the room, running downstairs and to Namjoon. “We gotta go, Taehyung is here.” 

“What? Who’s Taehyung?” 

You flinched at the small creaking in the floor from Taehyung’s steps, fumbling for your keys. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

Namjoon stayed glued to the wall - the poor man was terrified. “(y/n)..I think..he’s staring..”


You slid the key inside the little slot, slamming the door open, “Go, Namjoon!” You pushed him outside, looking back. Your heart raced as Taehyung ran towards you, you turning to get out as quick as possible. Lifting your foot up, you were determined to leave - until someone’s arms wrapped around you. 

“Are you really (y/n)? Are you? Are you?!” Taehyung cried, squeezing his arms around your body. You gasped, shooting your head upwards. You were careful not to speak, pursing your lips together tightly. “Answer me, answer me, please!” 

You stayed silent, but that only made Taehyung tighten his grip even more. You looked down at Namjoon, who was beginning to walk inside with his fist tightened in a ball. You held up your hand, struggling slightly, to signal him he should stay back. He looked at you with confusion. 

“Let go,” You tried to make your voice as deep as possible, trying your best to hide your voice. 

Taehyung gasped, releasing his arms and grabbing your shoulders. He turned you around, scanning your face. “I..It’s you!” 

You stayed there, glued to the floor, eyes wide with Taehyung sobbing in front of you. 

“You came back, I told Yoongi!” 

You gritted your teeth. 

“God, we missed you so much! Where did you go?!”

You lowered your face. 

“(y/n), you have no idea-” 

“I just want my apartment back for Namjoon.”

Taehyung stopped, his voice falling short as he looked behind you. Namjoon stared at him, arms behind his back. Taehyung’s smile fell, his eyes loosing it’s sparkle. 


He let go of your shoulders. “ really came back?”

“Only for him.” You forced those horrible words out your mouth, moving your mask away. Taehyung stared at you with tired eyes.


He shot a nasty glare at Namjoon, his hands shaking. “You have to see everyone else if you’re staying in this apartment then.” He whispered, running upstairs to grab his phone. You looked back at Namjoon, stepping out of the opening. 

You scratched the back of your head. “Yeah..sorry about that.”

Namjoon glanced up at you. “You have a weird life back here.”

You shrugged. “They have the right to be possessive. I left.”

Taehyung rushed downstairs and towards you, bringing the phone to your face. A tired Yoongi squinted through the screen. 

He was silent when staring at the screen and then ended the call.

“Stay here.” Taehyung whispered, wrapping his hand around your arm.

“Why should I?” You stared at him “Yoongi told me you stayed at his house. Why are you here?”

Taehyung bit down on his lip. “I missed this place, that’s all.”

You scoffed, forcing a smile onto your face. “What do you mean, miss? You throwing up. You arguing with me.” You stepped closer to him, and he stepped back. “There’s more bad memories than good.”

Taehyung gulped. “You changed,” he whispered. “You changed, you changed, you changed!” He repeated, screaming the words as he said them. Namjoon flinched, staring at the two of you with wide eyes. 

“My god, I just calmed him down, piece of shit!” A man pushed past you and Namjoon, running to Taehyung and bringing his face into his shoulder. “How nice of you to make Taehyung cry, thanks!.”

You stared at those familiar, icy eyes - the eyes that belonged to Min Yoongi. You said nothing. 

Taehyung sobbed in Yoongi’s shoulder, scratching at his back. He coughed loudly and roughly, squeezing him tight. Little flower petals fluttered down from his hidden mouth. Namjoon gasped, gripping his bag tightly. 

“Why are you back?” Yoongi snarled. 

“I..I came for Namjoon.” You responded shakily, glancing down. No matter how much you changed over three years, his glare would still shut you down. 

“That’s Namjoon?” He stared at Namjoon behind you, who nodded awkwardly. “Look, I can understand for him..but you,” He pointed his finger at you. “You have no excuse.”

Taehyung hiccuped. 

“Get out,” you muttered.

“No.” Yoongi pressed. “You know how depressed Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook became? They keep breaking down. Jimin’s still crying. Jungkook quit his job and now I have to take care of three boys.” He glared at you. “We suffered so much because of you. You fucking piece of shit,” He raised his hand, only to be stopped by Taehyung. 

“D..Don’t h-h-hit her..” He butchered his words while trying to talk, voice hitching from crying. Yoongi’s expression softened at him, lowering his arm. 

“Come to my place.” 


“Taehyung, come on-”

Taehyung looked up at you. “She’s finally back. Show Jimin and Jungkook she’s back.”

Everyone fell silent as Yoongi let go of Taehyung, pushing past you and outside the door once again. You waited a few minutes before turning to Namjoon. “Come in. You’re gonna freeze.”

Namjoon hesitated, carefully bringing his belongings inside. He eyed you cautiously. “I..uh..”

“Go to the guest room. I’m sure it’ll be comfortable and you wouldn’t want to hear any of this.”

Namjoon shot you a hopeful smile, quickly gathering up his things again and quietly moving upstairs. Now only you and Taehyung were standing in the living room. The clock ticked loudly in the silence. 

Taehyung picked at his nails, avoiding your stare. You stared at him again, once again noticing how skinny and pale he got. 

“Has your condition gotten worse?”

He looked up at you, his hands dropping. “..No.”

“I can tell, you don’t need to lie.”

Taehyung looked down. “I’m doing just fine.” 

“Fuck, I broke it!” Namjoon shrieked.

The two of you looked at each other and burst into giggles, holding your sides tightly. You smiled slightly, glad that the awkward atmosphere was breaking a bit. Taehyung’s shoulders bounced up and down as he laughed softly, his eyes following the slam of the door. 

Both of your smiles disappeared when Jimin and Jungkook stood there, pale and looking tired. 

“Yoongi..I don’t get it..” Jimin murmured. 

Yoongi looked around. “Where’s (y/n), Taehyung?”

“I’m right here!” You croaked, stuck between the door and the wall. 

Yoongi blinked twice in confusion before moving the door away, releasing you. Everything went silent again before Jungkook shrieked. 

“(Y/N)!” He ran over to you and hugged you tightly, squeezing you. You coughed as Jimin also screamed and hugged you. 

“Oh my god, oh my god..” Jimin cried, nuzzling your neck. 

“L-Let…me g-g..plea..” You croaked out again. They hugged you so tightly you were worried they were actually going to break one of your bones. 

Yoongi dragged Jimin and Jungkook away, panting when he was done. The two boys had bright faces and smiled brightly at you. 

“Now that we have everyone here, explain.” Yoongi shut the door closed, leaning against the frame. 

You glared at him. “Why should I?”

“I didn’t bring them here for nothing.” He spat. “I swear to god, disappearing on us and then thinking you have absolutely no right to ex-”

“Yoongi,” Taehyung murmured, shaking his head. Yoongi threw you an angry stare before averting his gaze somewhere else. 

You waited a few seconds before sitting down on a stool near the kitchen counter. “I went to South Korea,” you explained. “With Namjoon.”

Taehyung shot up, “South Korea?! would have planned that ahead of time, and-”

“Namjoon gave me the money,” You interrupted, shutting Taehyung down. “I wanted to get away from all of you so I wouldn’t cause anymore problems.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Then Namjoon told me…” You trailed off, careful not to mention a specific name. 

Jimin stared at you. “Told you…what?”

“Nothing.” You quickly dismissed it, standing up. “That’s all.”

“That’s all? That’s all you have to say after being gone for three years?” Yoongi threw his hands up in the air, letting them drop and laughed while he paced around his small bubble. “Oh wow, oh just fucking wow.” 

“What else do you want me to say, Yoongi?” You stood up from your chair. “I didn’t even want to see you here, yet here we are, like fucking children and-”

“Oh for fuck sake,” He argued, stopping in his tracks to turn towards you. “Don’t act all innocent.” Yoongi’s voice began to raise, and Jungkook began to look worried. Nothing was going to end well if Yoongi was angry and in an argument. 

You took a step toward him. “I’m not scared of you anymore, Yoongi.”

“You sure ‘bout that?” He smirked. “Hit me then.”

You gritted your teeth, and without thinking, slapped him harshly across the cheek. Taehyung gasped as the room fell silent. Yoongi’s face was turned towards the way you slapped his cheek, the red mark beginning to show on his pale skin. “You little shit!” He yelled, grabbing your collar and slamming you to the ground. 

Now, of course you were scared - he had you pinned down and everyone was shouting at the two of you. You said you weren’t scared of Yoongi, but you were - terrified. He always looked at you as his “good” friend, getting into college and whatnot. 

Time went by quickly and before you knew it, Taehyung was treating your injuries in the bathroom. Jimin and Jungkook were cooling Yoongi down in the living room, their soft whispers barely making it out. 

You stared down at Taehyung, who patted your face with a wet towel. His eyes were dull and dried blood had crusted on the edge of his lips. You raised your hand and wiped it away, making Taehyung pause. “You know,” he whispered while cleaning the towel. “Yoongi isn’t usually like that. Ever since you left he was super quiet and didn’t make smartass remarks.” He folded the towel in half and wringed the water out, placing it on the cut on your arm. You flinched at the sudden touch. “He really was trying his best to find you.”

“Well, he obviously gave up quickly.”

Taehyung shook his head, reaching up into the cabinet to grab rubbing alcohol. 

“Don’t use that, it’ll make the cut worse.” You took it away from him, placing it back where it belonged. He shrugged, going back to his treating. 

“He didn’t give up quickly. I think he started hallucinating because he didn’t sleep for so long,” He smiled slightly, keeping his head low. “He kept muttering about how he was gonna throw his stuffed animals at you.” 

You smiled back, chuckling at the thought. Your hand brought up Taehyung’s head so you could inspect it. “Have you been eating?”

“None of us have..well, we do, but not properly.” He admitted, focusing his eyes on the wall. 

“You haven’t slept as well?”

“Yeah, we haven’t slept-”

“I’m asking you, not them.” You pulled away your hand, pushing the towel away.

“Wait, I’m not done yet!” Taehyung stared at you, glancing at your cuts.

“I’m fine. I need to talk to Yoongi,” You sighed as you started to walk out the door. Taehyung set his towel down, grabbing your arm to prevent you from leaving.

“That’s not a good idea..he’s probably gonna get mad again.” You shook your head, pulling your arm away from his grip.

“I’m sure we’ll be alright.” Walking out from the bathroom, you approached the three silent boys. “Yoongi,” You whispered quietly, standing near the couch.

“….Yeah?” He replied softly, staring straight forward.

“You alright?”


“Um..can you come over here for a sec?” Yoongi stood up and shuffled over to you, his weight leaning into your shoulder.

“Fuck,” He whispered. “I’m so damn glad you’re back.”

You froze as he sniffled, staring at Jungkook and Jimin, who also had their jaws wide open. Yoongi cried silently on your shoulder, leaving you all in awe.

“Yoongi, it’s okay, r-reall-”

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..” He cried, hugging you tightly. You looked down at him with surprise. Yoongi barely cried, barely gave hugs to you - he was closed up like that. Had you really left such a damaging scar to everyone by leaving just like that? You patted his hair fondly, waiting a few moments before pulling him away. 

“You guys should go home now,” You smiled. 

“..You’ll be here the next morning, right?” Jungkook spoke quietly, brushing his hair away from his eyes. 

“Of course I will. I can’t have Namjoon wasting his money on me.” You pushed Yoongi towards Jimin and Jungkook, waving goodbye as they left. You sighed, weaving your fingers through your hair and turning to walk upstairs. 

“Ow!” Taehyung yelped as you bumped into him, jumping up. You stared at him blankly before clearing your throat. 

“Shouldn’t you be going home?”

“I wanna sleep on the couch.”

“Go home with Yoongi, Taehyung.” You sighed, pushing past him. His hand rose and grabbed your arm. You paused, “You have a habit of grabbing my arm or something?”

“..Just let me stay here. And stay next to me, please.” He tightened his grip, his voice almost desperate. 

You stared at him with sharp eyes before groaning, shoving his hand away and sitting on the floor next to the couch. “Can’t believe you want to sleep at what, 3 PM?”

“I have’t slept well, I have my excuses.” He smiled, walking over to the couch and laying down. He laid his head down on the pillow, locking his eyes with your. “Thanks for coming back.”

“Just sleep already,” you yawned, smacking his forehead.

“Sweet dreams.” He whispered as your heavy eye lids shut closed.

You furrowed your eyebrows together at a sudden jolt of a pain in your left hand, opening your eyes groggily. You looked to your left hand, finding Taehyung’s finger clutched around yours tightly. Your eyes shot open when his coughing reached your ears, eyes darting towards his body. 

Taehyung coughed hoarsely, his hand shaking as he squeezed your hand. Blood spilled out his mouth, along with brown flowers escaping as well. “Oh fuck,” you began to stand up, only to be froze again by his tight squeeze on your hand. 

“D-” He almost screamed, gasping for air. His knuckles were white and nails were digging into your flesh as he sobbed in pain, his hair falling in front of his eyes. His face was red from crying so much and his body was trembling You felt yourself feel a wave of nostalgia wash over your body - the memory of three years ago when Taehyung was choking and sobbing. You blinked, returning back to reality. You scurried closer to his hunched up body and ran your fingers through his hair. “Breathe, breathe Taehyung,” you whispered in his ear.


You paused. “What?”

“Su..ha..” He cried out loud, bringing his head to the floor. You stared at him in disbelief. Taehyung froze, muffling his hiccups. The flowers had stopped, and so did your heart. You gritted your teeth together, forcing his fingers off of yours.

“I thought you had changed!” You screamed, glaring at him with scorching fury. “I…you’re the same man I know from three years ago,” you gasped for breath from the sudden scream. “I really, really thought you changed!” Taehyung’s eyes widened as his shaky body tried to stand up, tears spilling from his eyes.

“No, wait-”

“I want you to stay down here and don’t come upstairs, I swear to God I will fucking-” You caught your breath, staring at his horrified expression. You turned on your heels, rushing upstairs and into your room. The smell of whiskey hit you harshly, but you didn’t care. After closing the door shut and locking it, you hit the bed with a flop, panting heavily. “He’s the same.” You whispered to yourself. In the silence of the room, you could hear muffled hiccups downstairs. Your eyes watered up slightly but you brushed it off. You coughed, staring up at the flowers. You let them fall from your palm and onto your chest, letting your arm fall back down.

You sat up quickly when someone knocked on your door. “Go back downstairs!” You yelled, bringing your knees up to your chest. 

“What? Is it because I broke something?” Namjoon’s tired voice spoke through the door. You stood up from the bed, unlocking the door and opening it slightly.

“Oh..sorry.” You smiled.

Namjoon smiled back before his eyes trailed down and gasped. “You have blood on your shirt, holy shit, do I-”

You looked down as well, an alarm of panic going off in your mind. “Uh..are” Namjoon looked at you with a worried face. “Did, there aren’t any flowers here..”

You cleared your throat and gestured for Namjoon to come closer. “Do you know the Hanahaki Disease?”

Namjoon thought for a moment before nodding slowly. “Oh god, don’t tell me..”

You shrugged.

“How long have you had this?!” He took a step closer.

“Three years,” you mumbled.

He bit down on his lip. “I- I’m sorry, I wish I could-” He paused. “..But I’ve never seen anyone with you in South Korea..aren’t you supposed to like, love someone?”

You pointed downstairs.

“Like that is gonna help me,” he sighed and pushed his hair back. “I don’t know their names very well. Can you tell me so it’s easier?”

“Kim. Tae. Hyung.”


“Yes.” You looked at your hands. 

“You guys seem extremely close together though?” He blinked.

You shrugged. “I’m pretty sure he’s still married to a girl called Suha, but then again he’s also involved in a one-sided love.”

Namjoon let out a stressful sigh, trying his best to comprehend the situation. “Fuck, (y/n), I didn’t know-”

“It’s fine.” You closed your eyes.

“You do realize you’re gonna die, right?” He asked quietly.

You shrugged once again. “As long as Taehyung doesn’t, I’m fine with that.”

Namjoon looked up at the ceiling. “You can’t die that easily, you know? Everyone is gonna break down.”

You stared at him in awe before letting out a small cough. “You should go back to your room.”

He nodded, turning around to go back to his room. He stopped to look back behind his shoulder and continued to walk towards his room. You walked back into your room, glancing at the clock on your desk. 5 PM. You turned away, popping your head over the corner that lead to the stairs heading downstairs. You quietly creeped downstairs, sighing when you saw Taehyung leaned against the couch, sleeping silently. You looked around and walked into the kitchen, searching in one of the drawers to grab your car keys. You grinned when you grabbed them, grabbing your shoes and slipping them on quickly. Unlocking the front door, you exited the house and shut it closed, jumping into the car and starting up the engine.

Soon after you left, you reached the place you were searching for - a bakery. Yes, it was probably the worse place to go in this situation, but you needed a break from all this shit. You walked inside, inhaling the sweet aroma. The small bakery was dimly lit, the soft light from the sunlight shining through the windows. The place itself was comfy and comfortable to be in general. Hushed mumbled were scattered along the other customers as you walked over to the small display of pastries. All kinds were placed to show in all their spotlight. You looked up, shuffling over to the line. You smiled at the cashier when you reached them, ordering your food - you handed them the money and collected your things while they grabbed the pastries. It didn’t take long and you nodded, waving goodbye at the cashier when exiting the bakery. 

You approached your car and reached out to open the door, stopping when you heard a faint crinkling sound. You look down and squinted at a small note attached to the handle, picking it up. You stared at it and read it silently in your head. 

we know where you are.

You gulped nervously, spinning around to check if someone was watching. Although you couldn’t see them, you felt a pair of eyes stab into your back. It sent a shiver down your spine as you quickly got into the car, gripping your hand on the steering wheel. You shoved the key into the engine, pressing on the gas pedal. Your mind was blurry and unfocused as you tried to concentrate on the road. It was surely Hoseok, you weren’t that much of an ass to anyone - in fact, you were a quiet person in general. The one thing that boggled your mind was that you just saw Hoseok in South Korea. There was no way he could track you or Namjoon down, they surely couldn’t have put a GPS or anything on that, Namjoon would be able to detect that; anyone could, in fact. You drove home quickly with your sweaty palms, grabbing the small box of pastries. As you slid the key in the door, you wondered why all this shit was happening to you - out of all the people in this damned world, it had to be you.

“Calm- d- (y/n), help-”

You stared at a crying Taehyung clinging to Namjoon’s back, and a Namjoon staring at you with teary eyes. “He keeps hugging me and crying, I don’t know how to stop it!” 

Taehyung looked over Namjoon’s shoulder, releasing his grip. Namjoon yelled with happiness to be freed from that hell. 

“You didn’t leave!”

“Uh..yes I did, to get pastries.” You held up the box. “How else would I get them?” 

He blinked twice, then three times. His face burned red as he looked down. “O-Oh..”

“You really thought I left again.” You let out a breath of disbelief, setting the box down. You opened it up, staring down at it with a smile. 

Namjoon walked over to you and looked down as well, and Taehyung joined quickly. “Oo…” Namjoon whispered. 

“Get a plate for all of us,” You whispered back in awe. He quickly ran over to the small cabinet, pulling out three plates. He gave one to you, Taehyung and one for himself. The three of you pulled out one pastry and ate them in peace, forgetting all the problems. 

“Shit, this is good,” Namjoon sighed with satisfaction. 

“Mhm,” Both you and Taehyung agreed wistfully. 

It was quick process to eat all of the pastries, they were small enough to eat in one hand full. Namjoon washed the dishes while you sat on kitchen stool, staring at your phone. Taehyung twiddled with his fingers, looking back and forth between his hands and you. 

Namjoon looked up at the clock when he set the dishes down in the sink, wiping his forehead. “It’s 6:30 PM..I think I’m gonna sleep,” 

“Sleep? 6;30?” You stared at him. 

He shrugged. “I like to sleep, alright?” He glanced at the two of you. “Uh..try not to make any more noises.” He grinned, walking upstairs and into his room. 

You looked at Taehyung. “You’ve stayed here for what, two days now? Where are you supposed to go?”

He glanced at you nervously. “I don’t wanna bother Yoongi.” 

“Go to Suha’s place.” 


You stared at him. “What?”

“We got divorced,” He sighed. 

Your eyes trailed down to his hands to find a golden ring wrapped around his ring finger. 

“…Doesn’t that mean that disease should have gone away then?”

He shook his head. “It’s too late. You saw those flowers and the blood,” he sunk his head into his arms. “The only choice now is to get surgery.”

“Get it then.”


The two of you stayed silent before you walked over to him. “Why do you have that ring?”

“I can’t bring myself to put it away.” He whispered. You sighed and grabbed his his hand, sliding the ring off his hand. 

“Let her go already and just get the surgery, Taehyung.” You placed the ring on the table, shaking your head as you walked away. 

“What about you then?” He asked loudly, and abruptly. “ need the surgery too, right?”

You stopped cold in your tracks. Your heart beat began to raise and speed up, and you could feel your palms becoming sweaty again.

“…Why would I need surgery? I’m fine.” You let out a butchered laugh.

“You have the same disease as me, I remember.” Taehyung stood up from the chair. “Before you left.” He said firmly. “You said you loved me and you had the Hanahaki Disease.”

You ran your tongue over your dry lips. “You probably heard wrong. It was three years ago, after all.”

“I couldn’t have.” He protested. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head as you gulped. 

“It had nothing to do with you anyways. I don’t care about myself as long as you get the help you need for it.” You hastily turned around to face him. 

“(y/n),” He walked over to you and grabbed your shoulders. “You already left me once. Three years was too much.” You felt a lump form in your throat as his hands tightened around you shoulders. “If you die from you know how much we’ll cry?” He whispered.

You lifted your shoulders up and down. 

“Yoongi won’t want to do anything, he’ll..” He licked his lips. “Jimin and Jungkook would probably just sit there and not do anything. No eating, no drinking.” His eyes began to gloss over as his brown pupils stared into yours. “Please get the surgery with me.” 

You shoved his hands off your shoulder. “I love,” you started, “How you remembered that I said I loved you. I still do.” You admitted. “Yet you want me to get surgery?” You grabbed his shirt collar and brought him close. 

“I love you so fucking much. I can’t let that go to waste.”

Taehyung stared at you as his hand raised up to brush your cheek, then leaned into your face. Your lips locked against each his as he wrapped his arms around you, his kissing becoming more fiery with each groan that escaped his mouth. 

He moved his mouth away from yours after a few seconds, gasping for breath. 

You too looked at him and wiped your mouth. “But you still love Suha.” You whispered, wriggling out of his grip. His expression fell at those words, his arms dropping to his sides.

“I said I divorced with her!” Taehyung tried to reach his hand back out to your cheek, but you stepped back. 

“But do you really love me?”

His lip trembled as he looked away, rubbing his arm with uncertainty. “I don’t know,” he whispered.

You let out a laugh, a strong laugh. “Then that kiss meant nothing to me!” You dug your nails into your palms as your fists curled up into a tight ball. “Maybe it’s better if I do get the surgery. So I can forget all about the shit I have to deal with you.” 

Taehyung looked at you with a painful expression written all over his face. “Why did you become so angry?” His voice was soft as he spoke. “You were melting into that kiss, but now here we are, just arguing again.”

“Just go back to Yoongi’s place.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.


“Please.” You looked up at him with a dull expression. 

He looked at you with tears rimming at the edge of his eyes, then nodded. “Alright.”

He walked to the front door and opened it. 

You turned to walk upstairs. 

Taehyung let out a blood-curdling scream.


a/n: ack only 4k words :,( sorry, i kinda rushed this since the last part was posted almost a week ago and my dashboard seemed dry lmao

anonymous asked:

What was the underground ice cream trade? That sounds like a cool story

*shifty eyes* oh no someone actually asked about this

alright well…. its kinda a long story that no one is going to hear in full detail because.. my brief childhood as a rising entrepreneur and procurer of goods is not to be discussed.

ahem- anyways when i was in… 1st grade (kindergarten?? nah first grade) i discovered that the Lunch Ladies were monitoring our food and reporting back to The Parents what we ate. Like say ice cream on a day we arent supposed to be eating ice cream and then our parents yelled at us because it wasnt allowed, wah wah wah cry me a fucking river. But still, such a breech of privacy was Not To Be Tolerated. so i decided to fuck the system. in ways only a 6 year old and The Godfather could.

The hows of my… procuring of the ice cream are… unimportant (I’m not telling a soul) but i managed to eat like an Ice Cream Empress for about a solid week or so before i realized that my fellow compatriots were also suffering under the tyranny of the Lunch Ladies and only I could help them. So i waited. until someone else ate ice cream on a day they weren’t supposed to and got yelled at by their parents. And when they complained at lunch and still wanted ice cream i pounced. 

“Well… i could… trade you my ice cream for something, if you want?”

and the very first deal was struck. i walked away with a pack of crayons complete with crayon sharpener and a mechanical pencil that day and i knew. I could do better. so i kept it up and soon i was selling a few ice creams here or there… for about a buck fifty within a month. i kept my rates pretty standard at that point. (icies at the school store were 75¢ for a small and $1.25 for a large - i knew what i was about)

and then a kid from the next classroom over asked me for a trade at recess and i had to expand. so i knew a kid. and then he knew a kid. and she knew a kid in 3rd grade who had a friend in the advanced class and so on. but i wouldn’t let my …opportunity out to just anyone. you had to be in to be in the know. you got me? rates stayed the same and i had to take a small cut in my profits for a minute while my operation expanded. a trade was $1.50 and my fellow entrepreneurs got 50¢ per trade plus one ice cream a week. we had to be careful now. i had about 5 comrades in arms again the Lunch Ladies in our quest for ice cream (and filling as many piggy banks as possible - even though my piggy banks were actually dalmatians and then a tea pot)

by second grade i had worked out all the kinks more or less. and developed my rules of operation.

  • no more then three trades a week per operator
  • if you share a lunch time no trades on the same day
  • do not trade to just anyone
  • all trades must be accounted for at recess or car line
  • do not tell the adults.

i was also getting sick of ice cream on the regular so i stopped eating it at this point. and then there was this kind named bry-(on? ce? something? it definitely started with a bry) and bry almost blew all of us out of the water because this little fucker got caught. he cried and was 7 years old so the adults thought poor little bry had made a mistake and let him go. but i knew. oh i knew what had happened. and this little shit could have ruined everything. and if one of us went down then all of us were going down. And the Lunch Ladies would win. but worst of all. they would tell my mom. 

so i called a business meeting at recess. now let me explain how recess was divided up. all of the 2nd graders went out at the same time and of course not all of the 2nd graders can associate with each other so parts of the playground and subsequent field was claimed by different groups. and i always got the swings. unless i wanted the slide and all the surrounding monkey bars. but that day i wanted the swings. Now its almost important to note that beyond the swings was an area that had some trees and this huge stone picnic table that was absolutely covered in gum. That belonged to the 5th graders. And no one fucked with the 5th graders. (unless you are off school property and can run fast as hell but thats another story entirely)

well. i made sure to be the teachers pet smiling little line leader that day because i didn’t need to make an entrance, i needed bry to come to me, on my swing, and know that he’d made a mistake. (i also miscalculated on the line leader thing since i was never the line leader, i always walked firmly in the middle of the pack, and my teacher was suspicious) so I’m swinging as high as i dare, this kid i knew tried to go around the bar earlier that year and broke his arm,  and waited for bry to show up. now I’m on the closest swing to the gum table and no one ever dared step a foot over the railroad tie that marked the end of safe and the beginning of danger. well. bry comes walking over and stands next to the swing set and I hop off my swing storm right up to this kid and start pushing him back. until this little shit steps clean off the playground and stands with both feet just inside 5th grade territory. and I’m standing there on the railroad tie and i say something along the lines of

“i won’t tell if you dont”

with a very pointed glance at the table of gum and since 5th graders are infinitely more terrifying then adults bry bursts into tears and swore he wouldnt. and because it was 2nd grade i probably made him swear to give me his batman folder if he did. (was i a fan of batman as a 7 year old? i was not. it was the principle of the matter.) well my teacher saw part of this and i spent a few hours in the principals office and then got sent home for the rest of the day. but my message was clear and the lines had been drawn. everything was smooth sailing there on in.

and then my parents sent me to private school for third grade afraid of all the bad influences i was encountering at public school.

they didn’t know I was the bad influence

Headcanon: How the Avengers would play Monopoly

Author’s note: Sorry this so long, I got carried away after playing a 7 hour game of monopoly ,anyway!

Warning: a few cuss words, not much 

 -So there hasn’t been a disaster in almost 3 months

-They’re bored out of their minds

-Clint especially 

-He’s begging everyone to do something with him 

-Like Anything

-He finally suggests a game of monopoly

-Steve is like “No, Clint, that takes hours” 

-Tony is all for it 

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You don’t own me part 8

Originally posted by the-a-team-baekhyun


“Don’t stop”, you said quickly and opened your eyes. The both of you stared at each other before you quietly picked up his hands and put them back on your shoulders.

“Please continue.”

Word count: 1648 // Short. I know. I’m sorry.

Warnings: Angst. Not too hard but I cried for some reason.

Author’s note: So I do have to admit that I’m not really satisfied with the lastest part but I guess it was okay. I’m currently so looking forward to the end of the story not because I dislike writing it but I’m hoping to wreck all of you in the very best way. Does this sound strange? Well I don’t know how many parts are there to come till you can finally enjoy the grand finale but I hope you’ll stick with my pathetic ass till then :)

Lovelies ♥: @vicassa @byunbunniess@dont-hyuck @httpwyf @jookyunhoe @i-am-a-death-dealer @byunshim @galaxy99love @imbaekhyunstrash @holymolydrrad @shesdreaminginoverdose @roamingsalad –> hope I could clear your confusion properly? :D

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[Misawa AU] Synchronous Flowering Chapter 5

fandom: Daiya no A

Characters: Sawamura Eijun/Miyuki Kazuya

words: 5.5k+ 

summary: Sometimes a twist in destiny can mean a closer bond from an early stage, and dragging Kazuya off to a small sleepy town in Nagano was probably one of the best things Rei could’ve ever done for him 

Notes: whoooops xD and I’m right back to being late on my updates. I’m sorry I’ve been so bad at being on time but uni is taking all my time at the moment and I almost dont have time to think of anything else. This is chapter 5 so now we’re past the halfway point of what I’ve written. I hope you enjoyed it. It’s the first chapter at seidou and changes are probably becoming more prominent from this point on.
The next ten days I’ll be in Tokyo so I probably won’t have time to update, so I decided on a mini hiatus which means I’ll be back with ch 6 in two weeks. Thank you all so much for your support of this :D I didn’t expect it at all and I’m so astonished at it :D
(Ps: Sorry my laptop is messing with me so the layout is a bit different from usual since I’m doing this from my tablet)

There’s a ringing in Eijun’s ears.

“I’m sorry Ei-chan.”

“I plan to have made first string by the time you arrive.”

“We wanted to play baseball more with you guys.”

“Whether you decide to go or not, I’m definitely going to Tokyo.”


It doesn’t stop until somebody throws a pillow in his face and he opens his eyes to see a grouchy Kuramochi Youichi glowering at him through eyes that are barely slits.

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Heart ~C.G.~

Summary: you’re little brother needs a heart transplant.

Requested: yes

Note: 2 more imagines coming and then the prologue for my Gang Fanfic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were in the car taking my brother to another doctors appointment. We’re going to see if he needs surgery now or if we continue with medicine. My poor brother, he’s been going through this since he was 3 months old. He was so strong and adorable and I hate that he’s going through this.

As we walked into the hospital to see his doctor I told him a funny story about the time me and Carl got stuck in a dumpster running from bullies.

“Hello, how are you guys today?” The nurse comes in to prep him for his appointment. She asks us the usual questions about our day and how he’s been eating and sleeping and exercising. She finally left and in came the actual doctor.

“Hey little man, how’ve you been?”

My brother just smiles at him.

“Okay, we’re going to draw a little bit of blood to run some tests and than we’re gonna take you to the special x ray machine and have a look at your heart okay?”

My brother doesn’t say anything. I grab his hand so he can squeeze when they take his blood. After they finish drawing the blood from his arm, they give him a bandaid and we go the same room we’ve been to a million times.

“Ok, hmm. Mrs. Y/L/N, could you step out with me a moment?” The doctor says grabbing two pictures printed from the machines side.

I help my brother get his shirt on and ask him how it felt to be a superhero.

“A TRANSPLANT?! ARE YOU 100% SURE?” I hear my mother yell from outside the door.

I tell my brother to stay while I go outside.

“What’s going on? What’s up with his heart?” I ask the doctor.

“Well, he’s going to need a new heart. This picture on the left is what a healthy normal heart should look like, on the right we have y/b/n’s. He’s going to need it within the next 6-12 months but as soon as possible would be preferred.” The doctor explains.

“Okay, so how long is the wait?” I say upset.

“Well, we get anywhere from 5 to 0 hearts a week. If we put him on the list, he could probably last until a new child’s heart comes in.” The doctor says quietly.

“Probably? You’re telling me there’s basically no way to save him. You’re okay with a small child dying because there wasn’t enough hearts to go around?” I say growing angry. I feel my mom grab my hand but I shake it off and go back into the room with my brother.

I pick him up and take him back to the car. I buckle him in and wait for my mom.

She gets in the car and sits for a second.

“It’s going to be okay everyone. I promise.” She says before starting the car.

“Can you drop me off at Carl’s house?” I say without looking at her. She sighs but agrees and takes off for the Gallagher residence.

I knock on the door and it’s opened my little Liam.

“Hey buddy, is Carl here?” I say walking in anyway. Liam nods and points to upstairs before going back to some tv show.

I trek up the stairs, passing Debbie and Fiona arguing about something on the way up.

I get to Carl’s room that he shares with Ian and Liam. I knock before slowly opening the door.

I see Carl on his bed sleeping. I walk over to him and shake him lightly.

“Carl, babe. Wake up” I say quietly before standing on my tip toes to kiss his forehead, then his cheek then his lips. He groans before smiling and turning the other way. I huff and hop up in his bed and straddling his body making him lay on his back.

“Literally any boy, would love to be woken up like this Gallagher. What the hell is wrong with you?” I say lightly laughing. Carl wraps his arms around my back pulling me into his chest and turning us so we are on our side.

“Carl wake up, I need to talk to you about something serious” I say pushing away from him slightly. He kinda sits up so his shoulders and head is against his headboard. I move with him and rest my head on his chest.

“What is it babygirl?”

“Y/b/n has to have a heart transplant and they say he might survive until then. He needs it within the next 6-12 months but if we put him in the waiting list, there’s no telling when he’ll get it. My baby brother needs a heart Carl and I think I’m gonna give it to him.” I say tracing circles in his stomach to keep from crying.

“What do you mean, you’re gonna give it to him, y/n you only have one heart and you can’t give that up.” Carl says more serious.

“I’m gonna drown myself” I say looking at Carl.

“No the hell you aren’t. Your baby brother is strong and I know he’ll last. He also wouldn’t want you dead just so he can have a new organ”

“Carl he’s so young, I just want this to be over for him. I don’t want him to suffer anymore. We have the same blood type and everything. He could have my heart and live long and he wouldn’t have to worry about breaking down any moment.” I sit up and cross my arms.

“I don’t give a fuck what blood type you are. You can’t give up your heart. IM NOT LETTING YOU KILL YOURSELF I DONT CARE. I love you and so does your little brother. Why would he want you dead y/n. Don’t be fucking stupid. You’re a idiot if you are even considering that as an option. I swear to you, your brother will get a heart and it’s not gonna be yours. Now lay the fuck back down and take a nap with me princess” Carl growls at me before pulling me back down and kissing my forehead.

“I love you too Carl.” I say snuggling in his chest still thinking about my brother. Maybe I should just let fate deal with this one. Whatever happens, happens.


*4 months later*

My baby brother actually got a new heart earlier than expected. When I left Carl’s house that night, I had a talk with my brother. I asked him if he wanted my heart and he said, even if something happened, he wouldn’t accept my heart. So I figured there was no point in trying.

But things did work out, and I guess I have Carl to thank for that.

Dead Men Dont Talk

Request: “ Would you mind doing a Jonathan Crane fic, it really doesn’t matter what type, just anything” from anonymous. And  “ Scarecrow arguing with the reader, threatens to use his toxins, only to apologise and comfort the reader when they react badl” from @my-fucking-world-13 and “ Fic request (when you have the time) of Scarecrow spraying reader with his toxin and finding out her fear is his death.” from @97thebaluga

Words: 939

Warnings: Death, blood, arguing/yelling, domestic dispute, use of fear toxins.- abuse within relationship.  

Notes: I just did what was asked. I’m not sorry. 

“SHUT UP.” He demanded, angrier than you’d ever seen him before. His normal, usual cold persona dropped and replaced by a louder, enraged one. His face only inches away from yours, one hand raised above his head as if to intimidate and the other pointed straight at you. But you refused to be intimidated by him.

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I saw a post a few days ago about how big a deal it is that Dave (who breaks swords) was able to cut through Dirk’s sword (the unbreakable katana), and I got to wondering on why that was the case. I think I’ve come up with an answer.

A warning: I went full literary analysis with this, and it’s pretty long. Prepare yourself.

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anonymous asked:

how do you work on college apps with such terrible adhd because i literally cannot even sit down to start, and when i do it takes 8 hours because i keep wandering even though i dont want to ?


Note: People have requested that I supplement these kinds of posts with a podcast/audio form for those that can’t focus on large bodies of text. Please tell me your thoughts in my inbox!


I recommend you look at my ADHD masterposts if you haven’t already (part 1 and 2.) 

I’m in the same boat as you, honestly ;; The app is hard for anyone, let alone people who can’t regulate their attention well enough to even be introspective in the first place. Hopefully, my guidelines can help you like they’ve helped me!

I refrained from talking about how to write the common app, and focused (ha) more on how to plan and write the essay itself, especially when you have regulation issues! 

1. Stop treating it as a necessity. 

This is less a school essay, and more an opportunity to talk about literally anything that you find really exemplifies certain parts of you. You can format the Common App in whatever way you find proper and applicable, meaning that you have full creative freedom with this! 

I’m personally diverging from the traditional essay format, and I strongly encourage that you try it out to see what you prefer. Keep in mind that you also want your essay to tell a story that drills into the very core of who you are, a particular trait of yours, and/or a small event that ties into a larger idea.  Be introspective, and if that means coming to unconventional conclusions/formats, so be it! 

Make sure to read examples of successful common app essay, just to get an idea of what creativity can mean.

2. Don’t force creativity 

ADHD is usually associated with boosts in creativity, but this doesn’t mean that creativity flows on demand-not to mention that your common app essay doesn’t necessarily HAVE to be incredibly creative in the first place.  You still want to be authentic to who you are, and if you’re not a creative person, don’t try to be. Also, don’t avoid sitting down and working on your essay just because you’re stuck on something like a  creative intro (which brings me to my next point.) 

3. Don’t force it in general 

Inspiration comes in small, scattered bursts. You may be at a bus station, or eating lunch when suddenly, something hits you and you think you have a solid (prospective) idea for your essay. Write it down! Don’t forget it, even if, as the day goes by, you realize it’s not as strong of a topic as you thought. Work whenever inspiration hits, and when it does, don’t stop writing until you’ve come to a satisfactory stopping point. This doesn’t mean that you should put the essay off until you have inspiration, but just make sure to take advantage of the opportunities when you do. 

Note: Often times, you need to just start working on it, regardless of quality. Even if you produce nothing relevant in the first couple of drafts, that process is crucial in order for you to eventually open doors to better ideas. If you work now, you’ll have more time to improve the quality of your ideas. 

4. Work informally

Nobody is reading your brainstorming draft. Make typos, write continuously for five minutes regardless of what you’re typing, use abbreviations and internet slang–that’s what your natural thought process looks like. You don’t need to MLA format your brain 24/7; the more fluid your thought process, the easier it will be to select standout ideas to then format into a more organized outline, and eventually, an incredible essay. We’re naturally creatures of chaos, so it would put less pressure on us to be comfortable during the first stages of writing. 

5. Go to a public area

Like most of us, I feel like being at home only makes it harder for me to focus. Go to a coffee shop, or public area and see if it helps! These are places I like to say have ambient activity-there’s a constant stream of tolerable, and even enjoyable sounds and people coming and going, and that subtle touch of energy is just enough to prevent the environment from being disengaging or boring. 

If you can’t go to a coffee shop or a public area, try the site below! It simulates the same feeling I mentioned above. 


6. Notice your surroundings

This shouldn’t be hard, because we probably do it more often than we’d like to, but take notice of the seemingly unimportant things in your life from time to time. A person may like the way the light reflects on the windowpane, but an artist will draw inspiration from that to create a piece. Be the artist! Extract information and inspiration from normalcy, and experiment with where that takes you. Be careful not to become too distracted with that kind of simulation, though! 

7. Set a timer

If you’re worried with how “sitting down and writing until you can’t write anymore” is going to fare with you (that may result in you neglecting other work) then set a timer. Tell yourself that you’re going to work on the essay for, say, 25 minutes (pomodoro technique) and then take a break, or to work on it for no more than 2 hours a day. After the allotted time has passed, jot down any final ideas you have and slowly come to a halt in your brainstorming/writing process. If you have any more ideas later on, you can always jot them down and develop them another time or day. 

I have some general techniques in my masterposts that may help as well, such as working with other people, or using technology to aide you in focusing! Best of luck!! 


WRITING THE COMMON APP ESSAY (applies to most essay prompts as well) by @ccllege


Why I believe NaLi was mashima’s original plan

after nearly a year i finally manage to bring forward some motivation to create this extremely procrastinated post. so buckle up kids and sit tight as i practically retell ft and connect the dots to nali.


if you havent already heard mashima admitted he had no intention to pair off natsu and lucy and is only considering it as of very recently (even as far as tartaros romantic!nalu was nowhere on mashima’s agenda). this only strengthens my argument that nali was probably his original idea and as i’ve been saying for a while nalu wasnt planned and is only there for fanservice if the writing didnt do enough talking.

warning: this is very long.

lets start off with the introduction of lisanna

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On first watch I really liked 505. Some great dialogue and great Olitz moments. Little gutted we didnt see the date but oh well. Im gunna watch again later to take more in, but im guessing a fair few of you on here wont be happy. I am loving S5 so far!!

Obsessed with the Olitz residence scene to Marvin Gaye. It was so Dom/Sub and sexy and playful and interesting all at the same time. There was a parellel for me with this scene with 411, when Fitz has to secretly tell Mellie about the corruption in the White House and the kidnapping, but the level of intimacy and chemistry in 505 was on another level, but both related to west angola. On another note… Tony Goldwyns abs are a work of art, and Kerry in that nightie had me feeling all kinds of things, the two of them together are too much!!!

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The little snippet of them in the residence watching Edison on TV had me all in my fanfic feels. So domesticated and casual and in a weird way normal. It wasnt a heated quick moment, just them together. I love it sooooo much!!

A few people I was here for this week:

Leo Burgen - I LOVE HIM. He is such a great character, and I don’t know if  it is because Paul Adlestein plays him so well, but he was great this week.

The thing 1 and thing 2 comment had me weeing!

Patty Snell - she was hilarious, she had no fucks to give and put every one in their place. 

Marcus - For a second I thought he would be all about justice and go behind Olivia’s back but then I was like nah, not after last week he wouldnt. Im liking Marcus.

Cyrus was an absolute PSYCHO this week. He was a man possessed almost, it was kind of weird to watch. I find his character very frustrating but Jeff Perry does it so well I cant help but always be captivated by it at the same time. 

That scene at the end with Tony was phenomenal, both of them brought it and I loved the detail in what they said and the reality that they are family to each other in a sense. Obviously though this all came about because of the West Angola video so Fitz didn’t have a choice but I think Cyrus when he is on the inside will ALWAYS be there for him, more so than Elizabeth. Fitz noticing the detail from the book Liv got Cyrus was so special. The little intricacies in this scene made it so so special. Fitz all tearful had me clutching my heart.

The thing that worries me about this is how much leverage Cyrus now has. He holds Olitz in the palm of his hand essentially, with that video. If that is vouched for then they are done with. Cyrus has always loved to be the master controller but this will be a new sense of power and it is terrifying. A slightly comforting thought is that Olivia and Fitz know him very well, know his ways of doing things and as a team they are strong enough to hold him off. So ye, Cyrus has me on edge.

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Loved how this situation has back fired on Mellie and she has been shafted in a sense. She needs to be told where to go and be brought back down to whatever semblance of reality her brain is able to comprehend. Her slipping the ring is just another petty attempt to ruin them but she should know the brilliance of Olivia Pope and her team and understand that something like that would never hurt them. So ye, Mellie can keep trying and keep getting knocked back, Im here for it.

Originally posted by fiercegifs

Cyrus apologising to Mellie for bringing Olivia to the campaign. I was like?

If Olivia hadnt have come along you wouldn’t have even stood a chance at winning the election, regardless of defiance. So please stop. No FLOTUS, no COF. NOTHING. So im not buying that.

Side Note: Is Ella at some boarding school in Switzerland?

Edison Davis

I had been wondering when we would see him again, especially once the affair came out. It was a great political ploy to have him speak like that about her, but obviously behind the scenes he was anything but pleased. There was the obvious parallel with 211 and I am loving this from the writers. All these season 2 throwbacks.

He has a right to feel a bit peeved as he obviously did but back then, in the situation Olivia was in, telling the truth was never going to be the option. What did he expect. I do think she loved him at one point, or at least tried to. He was the only one I could stand her being with besides Fitz.

I also thought it was very brave of Olivia to go to him given she knew what he must’ve been thinking. She is ballsy this season and not holding back and I like it. She is also vulnerable at the same time which is endearing.

It was never going to be a happy reunion was it really.

Olivias Interview

Now I know a lot of you on here are gonna be mad like why did she say she never met him, its horrible writing for Olivia blah blah blah…

I actually thought it was very honest, truthful, emotional and vulnerable. Olivia has grown so much already in S5 it is huge. She is openly talking about her feelings and she is committing to her love. This just shows how willing she is to go with this and I am so proud of Olivia.

The way I see what she was saying is this; their love has had such a huge effect on other people that if she could have protected them from it or prevented them from it then she would have, but she couldnt, she couldnt help but fall in love with him. She has always been about saving people and being responsible for them and she carries the weight of her relationship with Fitz with that, but she isnt apologising for loving him. She is sorry for the surrounding destruction.

Im not so sure about her comment of her wearing the ring as being weak? Is she saying she couldnt fend off the strength of his love for her, or she was too far gone to try and stop it?

Anyway, I thought she spoke with enough emotion to connect with people without being melodramatic and with enough composure to speak with such candor.

Were people really expecting for Olivia Pope to be all fairytales, romace, oh he is my prince? That is not Olivia Pope. She has never been in to fantasy.

No comments on Joke or Elise this episode, did nothing for me or too me. They need to give Fooley some screen time. Im not even caring that Olivia keeps going to him, she needs someone outside of the immediate OPA and WH circle to talk to, so whatever. He is essentially her shrink and her delievery boy.

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Thats it really off the top of my head after one watch at 6am. Im sure Ill have some more thoughts about it during the week but all in all I thought it was really good.

Now onto next week:

Not sure how I feel about a proposal/marraige next week. I know it should have us all going fangirl mad but I dont want their love to be cheapened and brought down to the same level as Cyrus and Michael, his whore. I want it to be when they were ready and on their terms. A proposal from Fitzgerald will be a thing of beauty though, and if they get engaged and then dont get married then maybe that’ll sit better with me. But Fitz is not divorced and it doesn’t look like Mellie is signing any time soon, so is that even legal?

Anyway its a promo, so it probs wont happen but Im interested to see how it pans out for sure!!.

I will finish with some Olitz dom/sub:

And last but certainly not least……. Their bodies, their hair, their outfits (or lack of), their positions… and lack of boundaries.

so in honor of me seeing hamilton last monday im going to compile a list of all my fave moments/things i distinctly remember. i can organize it between act 1 and 2 but beyond that no promises. also spoiler alert (?)

-so they dont have curtains and the lights just get dark and the music plays but it’s still relatively dark and burr wears dark clothes so when he casually walks out it’s really surreal that it’s starting

-cjack got more applause in the opening number than hamilton. people clapped every time he opened his mouth in act 1

-thayne was u/s for laurens and in aaron burr sir he went to lean on burr but he wasn’t looking and burr was a lil too far and he almost fell over

-thayne tripped in my shot he kept falling i felt so bad for him

-elizabeth judd was the first ensemble member to put on a dress and it was amazing shes gorgeous

-they all are

-how does rory keep a straight face people don’t stop laughing

-he goes why so sad and then frowns and like sinks down w his whole body

-“im so blue” *stomps on stage to change lighting from red to blue*

-andrew chapelle was herc and his hair poked out of his beanie just a lil bit it was great

-not on soundtrack: the extra whoas into story of tonight and herc’s “let’s have another round gentlemen”

-also not: the marching cadence to get kgiii offstage that stops as he eliminates a patriot

-angelica and peggy are always in the rafters, peggy more than angelica and they dance along to the songs

-guns and ships: jasmine was shaking her arms, renée was twerking (or as much as u can in 18th century dress)

-jasmine was wearing shiny earrings and was just really pretty in general

-idk if this is a dance move but in satisfied it went “number one” and the whole female ensemble dabbed for a split second

-charles lee: gets shot, falls halfway across the stage, gun goes skidding. calm down charles. u survive

-battle of yorktown straight up gives you chills like damn

-winter’s ball/helpless and satisfied legit have the same choreography it’s just how long they are in certain locations it’s really well done

-at the end of right hand man they’re all behind gwash and then everyone walks away except burr who steps forward to be pissed off abt ham in winters ball

-dear theodosia is hijacked by ham. eliza steps in the back at the end and i started crying bc she has the letter from south carolina

-in nonstop he says he was chosen for the constitutional convention and his voice gets high and he shakes his hands and arms like straight up fangirling about the govt a. ham is the og leslie knope

-at the end of nonstop everyone is surrounding him and singing and he walks up the movable staircase to meet gwash and it ends

-BUT during intermission tech crew put it back then rolled it back to the middle like wyd tech ???

-speaking of tech there was a malfunction w burrs mic and they fixed it without like the majority of the audience noticing it or stopping the show (i only noticed bc thats what i do when i tech) like the tech crew is amazing ??? and no one every really says that ??? do u know how hard it is to fix a mic in the middle or a show ??? really fucking hard props to them

-also tech crew doesnt give two shits during intermission theyll walk across that stage w a laundry basket u can fight them

-one of the ushers was walking around asking people to take selfies w him

-theres a draft in the rafters and it blows on a letter and jasmine’s dress and it’s really distracting but that’s okay it’s probably their air conditioning

-an ensemble member (neill that night i think) pops out of the conductor’s pit at the beginning of what’d i miss

-tjeffs spends more time bouncing than he does walking no wonder he needs that cane

-ham literally shoves himself in between gwash and tjeffs and inserts his hand into jeffersons when he introduces himself

-an ensemble member helps tjeffs off the staircase and he wipes his hand after the contact

-in the cabinet battles gwash, tjeffs, and ham all have personal microphones. im surprised tjeffs didnt have rhinestones on it

-at the end of cabinet battle #1 tjeffs drops his mic into madisons hand (im proud of them for protecting their mics) and madison KEEPS IT SAFE FOR HIM until the next cabinet battle

-cjack broke character bc when he went to tell hamilton to take a walk michael luwoye was halfway across the stage and he started laughing people were confused, i laughed at him

-the hamilton household has different rooms distinguishable by lighting which is actually really rad and eliza has to walk to the back of the stage to go “up the staircase”

-philip is really nervous for the forst half of his rap but then gets into it. like really

-angelica has an umbrella when she is reciting her comma letter

-the foyer of their house is downstage and when angelica arrives the light extends to where she’s standing it’s a p big foyer and as i said before: the whole lighting of the dif rooms was hella rad

-say no to this hamilton is alone at his desk in the middle of the light and the turntables. the outer one has the lamposts and mariah starts to walk around

-side note jasmine is perfect and her dress is. so red

-james reynolds is a cocky dick youve probs seen the pictures of him but he’s always walking with his faux swagger and i hate him. so much

-mariahs house is in the balcony on sr based on where she was looking

-when ham gets mad at her abt the letter she gets on her knees in front of him and holds his hands and looks down and it’s really sad and he rips his hands away then walks downstage and she follows him after some aggressive hip/dress movements that idk how to explain w words

-“when her body’s on mine i do not say no” she’s sitting on his knee and he’s sitting on a chair wth kind of affair

-if you have seen wicked and the song where elphaba’s mother has an affair ?? it’s nothing like that. at all. that’s what i had always pictured though

-at the end when ham agrees to pay reynolds, he walks offstage and mariah looks like she’s going to stay but HE SNAPS HIS WHIP AND SHE RUNS AFTER HIM. i feel so bad for her she needed help i hate ham

-they just continue the show as if nothing happened and you’re like. dying inside. it hurts a bit to look at eliza and philip in schuyler defeated ham sucks they deserved better

-ANYWAYS in the room where it happens you see the whole repeated choreography motif as it shows burr, madison, and jefferson in their thought processes leading up to that night and then taking hamilton away from the dinner so he can piss off burr

-also in cabinet battle #1 burr is in the rafters so technically he WAS in the room where it happened

-congres is fighting over where to put the capital, yet they all shouted virginia, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

-when ham says “you get nothing if you wait for it” to burr he’s really irritated and shakes his shoulders as if he could get burr away from him and does lil quotation movements if i was burr is be angry too

-the burr dance in room where it happens, like the big one, he was using his hands to make his coat flap more

-cabinet battle #2 madison hands tjeffs his microphone (which had been kept INSIDE HIS JACKET) and hamilton retrieves his from the special case

-when he pretends he’s king louis’ head he put his hand on his head as if he was holding it up by the hair

-tjeffs is about to walk offstage but burr is singing “it must be nice” and he just HAS to gice his input

-they r all jumping as they say southern mother fucking democratic republicans

-tjeffs hands gwash his letter of resignation as he walks offstage after washington on your side

-ham is reading a bunch of papers but puts them all down in favor of reading tjeffs’ letter of resignation

-the f ensemble has their corsets and legging things and female overcoats but no dresses in one last time and it’s probably my favorite look bc as they do their dancing it falls around their legs more and i love it

-kgiii walks on stage and is disgusted to be near gwash

-he is told the next president and goes WHAT like really monotone and loud then tells the ensemble member (kamille) to go away

-at the end of his song he sits downstage sr on a stool and makes kamille move the stool. he stays there until hamilton screams motherfucker

-speaking of which he’s holding a stack of papers the size of abt 5-6 harry potter and the order of the phoenix’s and drops the stack from the top rafter like g e e z

-jefferson’s WHAAAAT and he like bounces over to burr to look at the letter

-ham keeps the letter in a drawer that i didnt notice until then but is like on the wall ????

-hurricane lighting is rad. ham is in the middle surrounded by a blue ring of light that looks like wind or waves

-at one point a lot of ppl are on the turntable slowly doing their thing: reynolds is being a dick, mariah is transporting the quill to ham, and burr is there. why is he there. he was just reading a book

-mariah hands ham the quill over his shoulder and is there to support him even though he didnt support her i feel bad for her have i said that

-the reynolds pamphlet: aka everyone has a pamphlet. where did they come from ??? i followed jasmine across the stage she only had the quill yet she had a pamphlet as soon as the song started. magic

-james reynolds is back this time to be all proud of himself when he is mentioned

-thayne slowly backs up into jevon, careful not to fall or trip again

-philip finds out via madison and jefferson (and burr a lil bit) he looks up at hamilton and you can see he is crushed. ham watches as he runs offstage

-reynolds pamphelt is chaotic but fun to watch. angelica is savage. she arrives from london by walking under some peoples suitcases

-at the end ham is surrounded by people throwing pamplets on him. kgiii helps and does some Classic White Person Dance Moves

-they must throw abt a hundred papers but they are all gone by the end of the song. magic

-they set up burn and the juxtaposition of the sadness if burn w the fact that neill was doing some insane dance moves as he put the fire bucket down was weird

-burn is quiet. we are sad. eliza is perfect

-philip stands in the middle of the theater to shout at eacker in the balcony jesus christ can you try NOT to make a scene

-you think you’d care if you were shooting someone but eacker is extremely indifferent

-eliza screams. im sure you know this but if u weren’t already crying then you are then

-renée is amazing her it’s quiet uptown is amazing how does she not break down how is it so perfect

-after eliza forgives him they just stand in the middle of the stage. crying. my heart is broken in actually going to cry just remembering it

-madison is wiping away tears when he says please in election of 1800

-it’s dead silent when burr says “i learned that from u” and i heard the crinkle of the paper when he gave hamilton is pamphlet

-“gave” more like forced upon. hams arms were crossed and he put it on his chest burr was so smug and excited abt winning sorry fam but no

-hamiltons big announcement is in the rafters. it’s funny how earlier when people wanted to listen to him he was downstage but in act two and he was posting unwelcome letters or responses they put him in the rafters which is where lee was when he talked abt washington in stay alive. hmmmmm

-so jasmine was in the rafters in your obedient servant and i was looking at her until burr literally screamed “then STAND, alexander” and i got a lil scared

-burr said “this man has poisoned my political pursuits” instead of “this man is poisoned by political pursuits” was it on purpose or not ?????

-“we were near the same spot my son died” philip is there. hamilton runs to him

-sasha #thebullet is the bullet in other songs but in the world was wide enough it’s really distinct. burr shoots the gun and she follows its path slowly across the stage during hamilton’s monologue. this is in a straight line as the turntables turn. they choreography is reminiscent of previous songs in the musical. he goes in the middle like he did for his my shot monologue and the ensemble is around him. the bullet is coming towards him. “im running out of time, im running…” he runs away from the bullet which is center stage at this point. gwash salutes him. laurens looks on from the stairs. when he speaks of eliza she is standing between him and burr as if she’d thrown herself in front of him to take the bullet. he’s surrounded by the whole cast and then suddenly theyre gone

-he is shot, he hunches over (philip had done the same and was places on a table)

-the music is slow now, we can hear the turntables. we are shocked. we knew it was coming but we are shocked

-burr is sad. we are sad. wlwdwtys plays


-at the end of the song she cant wait to see him again and they walk in a heartshape to meet

-everyone is in storyteller clothes again, even rory

-ham leads her center stage, she looks out and up, gasps and it goes dark

-i got chills just remembering all this

Written for the herowords iTunes Writing Challenge: Write a ficlet for the OTP of your choice based on the first song that plays on your shuffle. My song was ‘To Whom it May Concern’ by the Civil Wars. You can safely  consider this to be canonverse in the s10 timeline, at any point after 10x10. I’m not going to specifically tag anyone, but feel free to do this if it seems like something you would enjoy! (I’m looking at you ECKC) [AO3]

It’s not even anything big that leads him back to the letter, that’s what’s pathetic. They’re at Bobby’s on some wild goose chase because Sam thinks he remembers seeing an old book that could be useful in getting rid of the Mark. Dean’s almost as skeptical of the existence of this book as he is of the idea that they can even get rid of the Mark at all. Still, he goes along with it because Sam is looking at him with that hopeful puppy dog face and Cas is giving him that pleading kitten expression and he’d be an asshole to refuse. Besides, what’s a wasted 7.5 hour drive anyway in the endless shit storm of their lives? 

It’s a relatively easy journey. Almost pleasant. He can tell Sam is in the passenger seat Googling the Mark again, but Dean’s given up on that particular battle. Cas stretches out in the backseat, balling the trenchcoat up like a pillow. He naps for most of the drive, snoring sporadically, until they stop for food. They all get burgers at a diner and Dean beams when Cas orders extra bacon on his.

In the car he tells Sam about the “Is ketchup a vegetable?” exchange. He tries to keep a mask of sarcastic disbelief but the corners of his mouth betray him and Sam starts to get ‘that look’ on his face. ‘That look’ is the little “ain’t that sweet?” expression that Dean has come to associate with the moments when Sam is overanalyzing his relationships. Particularly his relationship with Cas. It was out in full force that day they stopped Calliope, right after Sam found out that they had a ‘ship name’ (which by the way, he refuses to stop mispronouncing). It makes Dean want to smack him but he settles for blasting “Shake it Off” just a little too loud. The look gives way to bitch face #9 and Dean senses that they’re about three seconds away from talking about it when Cas chimes in with the song, gravelly voice ringing from the backseat. Dean doesn’t even restrain a delighted giggle and sings along. Sam puts in earbuds.

When they get to Bobby’s they head straight for the attic, which is the last place Sam remembers seeing this mysterious book. “It’s black and kind of thin. I think it had some kind of warding on the cover, but I’m not sure.” Sam informs them. They each take a corner of the room and begin digging through boxes, silently agreeing to meet in the middle and then move on to other rooms if need be.

Dean goes through a lot of duds while he works and he’s just beginning to wish he’d brought some music in with him when he sees it. There’s a box there marked ‘Dean’ which is about as vague as it could possibly get, and Dean’s heart throbs painfully in his chest when he thinks about Bobby compiling all this stuff for him. It’s nothing special, just the kind of stuff parents usually hang on to. Dean’s birth certificate is in there, along with his original social security card and it almost makes him laugh to be in physical contact with non-fraudulent identification. There’s photos too, not a lot but some of Dean in his younger years, Dean playing ball with Bobby, a candid of an eight year old Sam watching cartoons with Dean (who was 12 and pretending to be disinterested). He almost doesn’t spot the letter, and even when he does the memory doesn’t come back to him right away. It’s addressed to him, care of Bobby Singer and its postmarked from 2007.

His curiosity reasonably piqued, Dean rips open the envelope.

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Dahlia Is A Bad Fantroll 2015



Her hair isnt naturally red. Click here to read why her hair is dyed that way!

Her tail is fake and was given to her by her moirail. Click here to read the full thread that has almost 600 notes and includes 5 different chapters that are stuffed full of character development!

Why are her eyes bright pink? Find out more about it by clicking here!

And click here to find out why I decided to keep her mutation!

And heres my never ending cat tag for braymax cause no hard feelings yeah? Click here for cyats.

Remember when we were kids and we used to do research projects..

And they always told you to chose your sources according to their accuracy? They always made sure that the webpage you chose to take information from had a work cited page with reliable information.

Well here it is.

I would like to point out that not only is the fantrolls please stop explanation only 2 sentences long and the fantrolls please continue explanation is an entire paragraph…but if you would kindly refer to each link above you will see that while Dahlia at first glance looks like a nightmare she truly has enough information and explanations to back her up.

But I dont really need to defend myself do I? My reputation in this damn community is sparkling clean and frankly I dont give a damn rather you find her appalling or not.

In fact I made a whole tutorial on WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER GIVE A DAMN! GO AHEAD AND CLICK HERE TO SEE IT (Honestly you should read this I compare fantroll making to porn and thats truly one of my best accomplishments of all time)


I just wanna remind everyone that I’m a real person with real feelings so heres my face can you believe it. Its almost like behind every computer is a person with feelings and things to do in their life and problems and wow REAL…HU..MAN..S???? WOW

So heres what I do give a damn about. When I went to Acen (The best anime convention ever) I cosplayed Dahlia. I met up with 2 of the most friendly homestucks I have ever met. They pulled me aside and began to ask me about fantrolls. One was already in fantrolls and told me they actually had to leave the fantroll community because of how much hate they got.

That made me sick. I understand fantrolls please stop isnt hating on the individuals themselves but they are fueling the fire because once you make those characters public you instantly put a target on whoever owns that character.

The second one began to ask me on how to get into the fantroll community but after overhearing me and the veteran fantroller talk I could tell she was second guessing herself and you know what

I COULDNT EVEN FUCKING BLAME HER?? You gotta have tough skin to be in this hell hole 

But the point of this post is I just wanna stand by what I said in that tutorial I listed above, what I told that person at Acen, and what I’ve told everyone whos ever come to me with the fear of getting hate;

Fuck em.


Theres an option on the fantrolls please stop blog to remove a post but…

Im gonna keep it there.

I want it to be there because (If i do say so myself) Dahlia Sawyer is a damn good fantroll that has enough pages of information and RPs to back that up and I want to prove to the fantroll community that you can receive hate and you can be shit on for your character design and still have a damn good mother fucking fantroll.

Because making a fantroll is a lot like making porn

Some people will be into it

Others wont

But as long as you yourself like it

Then who the fuck cares.

THE HOLY FANART LINE: A Guide to Survival as a Fanartist

* DISCLAIMER: I am not an experienced artist - heck, I don’t even want to call myself one until I have found a style uniquely my own and established a good following and many connections. BUT I’M GETTING THERE. And that’s all that matters. This is just to share my thoughts and experiences so far in the world I chose to be in and you can take my advice or respect it and move on. Otherwise, enjoy and thanks for reading!



By: iamnotyoursenpaii (get it? No? Okay ._. )

1) Stalk With Feeling It means the world to get wonderful comments, but ending them with “F4F?” is rude and I tend to ignore and delete those comments. We all want followers. But going to everyone’s accounts and literally asking for them isn’t going to help. Tell them what you feel about their art, and if they’re willing to start a conversation then they will. If you’re an active and respectful follower, senpai really does notice you (believe me man - I know from experience)!! If you want your comment to stand out among the hundreds already there, bring up something specific about the piece. “I really like the texture on the hair! How did you do that?” will probably be answered faster, if not at all, than “WOW 👍👍👍👍”

2) Let Senpai Notice You There are three ways I find out about new fanartists:

  1. Their icon is an amazing piece of theirs
  2. Their username either pops up a lot on different fanart accounts or there’s literally the word “ART” in their username
  3. They pop up in my Suggested feed

Also, post art often with enough BUT NOT AN OVERLOAD of tags because senpais check those and look for new people to stalk too 😉 You need to art to have other artists notice you, duh. Make it obvious that you are a fanartist too, which leads us to the next point:

3) Balance the Content of Your Posts If you post more selfies/personal stuff than art, YOUR ACCOUNT IS NOT AN ART ACCOUNT. Sorry man. If, like me, you decide to mix both personal and art-related posts because your account is not only open to senpais but IRL friends and family, then all I can say is be careful. My life is not interesting enough to post a selfie every day so I art. But I cater to my non-art friends and don’t mind sharing with my art friends the occasional life update post. Same with private accounts - if we can’t even see your work without following you, then why even bother? (Some fanartists with large followings have had to go private due to rude comments/art theft, but that’s a different story) Generally the rule is, for me, 75% art, 25% personal. Senpai won’t mind seeing your face; just dont spam them with it.

4) Art is Stealing, Theft is Not It’s okay to make appreciation posts. It’s okay to be inspired and make art similar to senpai’s style or use the same medium as senpai. Literally reposting senpai’s stuff and claming it as your own is NOT. COOL. P E R I O D. Think of it like this. You draw a poop and scan it and post it and it gets a lot of notes/likes/etc. You’re proud of it, your friends are proud of you and so is your family. You even inspire lil fetuses and maybe even senpai to draw poop too and make the world all pretty. Then the next day you wake up and find that someone took a picture of your poop, reposted it, claimed it as theirs and they too got attention and pats on the back from family and friends. But not senpai, because you and I both know senpais follow each other and have holy friendships and can either be a network of support or an angry mob with thousands of followers in tow. They noticed you enough that you were the one who made that poop, not some kid trying to be you. The likes and reblogs don’t even matter anymore, you got copyright issues on your hands. If you wouldn’t want ppl stealing your poo, don’t steal senpai’s poo. 💕💩💕

5) Credit When Possible Remember that you are creating FANart. This means you most likely used images of idols/characters that aren’t yours. I know a lot of fanartists do not credit the images used (me included 👉👈) but SOMEONE had to work hard to get that perfect angle and take the picture. Generally fanart of photoshoots, SNS posts, and screencaps don’t tend to get yelled at but that’s just what I’ve seen (if anyone is willing to add to this/correct something I’m totally up for it). It’s the HQ fantaken photos/edits that one needs to either ask the owner or credit thoroughly or they will find you and send an angry mob after you. Not kidding. Now, there are some companies that are strict about their content and may take down process/speedart videos using their music and more. As with animations/comics/video games/ocs, most of the time people draw the characters in their own style and state where it’s from. I’m not sure how else would characters be referenced(???) Just do your research and be careful.

6) Know Your Art Trades/Commissions/Requests You know that I know that you know the difference, but there are people who do not. Or they do know and they misuse the term. So let me explain it one more time for those confused:

    Art Trade:

    when senpai likes you enough to draw for you IF you draw for them. Usually you will be contacted first but if you’re feeling risky, ask for one! Senpai (maybe) won’t bite but remember steps 1 & 2.


      when you love senpai enough you’d be willing to support them financially by purchasing their work (ง°▼°)ง For a monetary fee, senpai can create anything your heart desires (within reason) 💕💕. Holy prints and holy originals of past artwork by senpai may also be available. Remember that the price senpai asks for is what they feel their hard work is worth, so respect that. If you’re thinking of taking on commissions yourself, consider the time you spend on your pieces, your skill level and intended audience, and cost of supplies.


        This is a good way to start off an art account. Requests are what they are: free art. When taking requests, be sure to SPECIFY your specialty. Do you draw male Kpop idols? 3D modeling? Anime? Furries? Celebrities? One thing I learned was to set limits on what exactly and the amount I could draw, because just being like I’M TAKING REQUESTS will have the requests go from chibi oc’s one day to realistic dragons the next. Yes, it’s happened. #deviantart The same goes for senpai. If they magically one day announce they’re taking requests, don’t ask them for a million things and don’t ask them for things out of their comfort zone. Senpai is holy, but senpai isn’t God. And please don’t spam senpai with DMs/stalk their personal accounts wondering when your request will be done. Be patient. Senpai will be busy and they have the right to turn down requests. BUT things will get done.

        7) READ THE DESCRIPTION It’s painful to see how many times captions/descriptions are ignored despite the all caps/flaggers/flashing signs and arrows. If senpai’s hurt, don’t ask them for art. What the heckie. Good followers are good listeners. Good listeners make good senpais. It’s crazy how people I once admired from afar now are my IRL friends or super close friends from different parts of the world. And that’s because I read their posts and cared about them when life punched their holy faces. So read them and care about them. There might even be a secret giveaway buried within long posts like this one. I will leave a lovely doodle and note in the ask box of everyone who reblogs this with a chicken emoji in the tags. Not kidding. So read the descriptions foo.

        8) Good Heart = Good Art If you’re respectful, you will be respected too. Duh. Senpai loves you and sees you supporting them. So be confident and take pride in your own skill, and you will be a senpai. No, you already are one. I’ve never seen an account that has 0 followers. That one person that likes your art fo sho probably looks up to you. Be thankful for them and continue doing what you do. Senpai may seem out of reach but you never know when they will reach out to you (っ´▽`)っ ♥

        Have a wonderful day senpai 🙋

        Fever: A Luke Hemmings Fanfic Part 5

        Part 4 link is here, if you need a recap!

        Okay, I’m putting my author’s note here just because I want to warn you that I think this part is 100% shit. I sat looking at my computer screen for a good half hour. I had no idea what to write and then I decided I wanted to do this part just more from the perspective of Luke, what he’s feeling. So yeah, please let me know if you didn’t like it. DONT LIE TO ME. I will also say, part 5 was a set-up to part 6, so I already have an idea of what will go down in the next part. Also, it’s kind of short. As always, I would love suggestions, comments, questions, feedback in my ask. I love love LOVE seeing your messages saying that you loved my writing. I seriously just sit in front of my computer bouncing in my seat and laughing like a pig who’s huffed helium. So please enjoy, I do hope it’s not as bad as I think it is!!

        “I can’t believe she did that! Made me feel like a complete ass. And that goddamn lady in the store probably thought I was going to beat (y/n) or something!” Luke yells. “Dude, chill,” Calum says from the couch. It’s just the two of them in the hotel while Ash and Michael are out. “Don’t tell me to chill! I have every right to yell! I love her and I know she does too, but she’s letting the past get in the way!” He continues to yell. “Love is not the vibe I’m getting from you the way you’re talking right now. It’s more angry,” Calum says. “I’m not angry!” Luke yells, knocking the stack of newspapers and magazines off the counter, sending them flying. Cal gives him a look, as if saying “it really doesn’t seem like it”. Luke stoops down to pick the magazines back up. “God, I just,” he stands up and sets the magazines back on the counter, then scratches his head, “I’m angry, but not at her. I do love her. I want her to know that, but she just won’t listen! She thinks that just because I did wrong back then, I can make it right again.” “Yeah, but Luke, she’s with a different guy now, which means it’s time to back off. I mean, she’s moved on.” “Who says it should mean back off? To me, that just means I have to fight harder.” “No, Luke, that means she’s finally happy, after all the shit that you got into together. You can’t just go barging into her life again, and expect her to dump that guy for you. She’d be stupid to do that.” “What? So you’re just telling me to give her up?” “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Calum retorts. “That’s shit advice, Calum. And you’re a shitty friend for suggesting that. I’m going.” Luke collects his jacket and is stomping to the door. “LUKE! You can’t go, you can’t go running into her life like that!” “The hell I can’t!!” “You walk out that door right now, and I’ll call her!” “You son of a–” Luke takes a few menacing steps away from the door and towards Calum, but stops. “What am I supposed to do?! Just sit here and stand on the sidelines and watch her go about her life?” “Yes, because that’s what you have to do. You don’t even sound like you care about her. All you think about is yourself.” “Don’t care??? She’s the only person in the world I really care about. I just want her to be happy–for us to be back together.” “Sometimes the two things don’t go together. I think, at this point, to be happy she has to be away from you–to move on. And you gotta just let her.” “I–I can’t. I want her to be happy more than anything, but I at least need to see her, to talk to her. I need to know that’s what she wants. Because if there’s even a sliver of a chance that she still loves me–which I think she still does–I need to go after it.” Calum sighs, “Fine, I can’t exactly stop you. But if I hear that you hurt her, even the littlest thing, I will beat the shit out of you, because (y/n) is a good person.” “Okay,” and like that, Luke is out the door, on the way to your house, a whole continent away. Oh boy.