except that might be a lie

a rant on the writing community.

Since it was fanfiction writers’ appreciation day very recently, I feel like contributing to this in a different way, and aim my appreciation to a very particular group of writers. Now, keep in mind that I am in no way belittling anyone and that I support every single writer who works hard on this website. These are just thoughts I’ve had for a long time, and even though it has been talked about plenty of times before, I still feel the need to express my feelings when it comes to this topic in particular, which is heavily related to the writers’ community of tumblr in the kpop fandom. Not gonna lie, this is something I feel kinda salty about and it might get a bit long, so please bear with me :D

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got7 working at a grocery store;

Originally posted by letaliabane

@jingogi was telling me abt this supermarket in her country called jason’s that she always calls jaebum’s and then this happened

jaebum

  • the manager
  • the youngest manager at the grocery store ever
  • honestly doesn’t know how he went from bagging to manager so fast but he’s pretty sure the owner of the store has a crush on him
  • everyone who works there thinks he’s so cool bc he’s like,, pretty much the best at leading and will always fix a sticky situation with what seems like zero effort
  • but jaebum can assure you every time someone comes into his office with a question his mind is just screaming AHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!! FUCK FUCK 
  • “hey!! how can i help you? :))”

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Monster!EXO Reaction to: Liking You But You’re Scared of Them

Xiumin: Smirks. Despite his age, other monsters would always call him cute and adorable. Except those that knew him, of course. Looks could be deceiving. And it seemed that you were good at reading people.

“I won’t lie to you, I can be scary, when I want to be. But you’re the one person I would never hurt, so you don’t need to be afraid.”

Originally posted by xiaonancii96

Luhan: Keeps his distance while trying to court you. He’ll send you parcels and watch through the window as you open them. He hopes that by staying away and showing kindness, your fear of him will lessen and you might return his feelings.

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

Kris: “You’re right. I am scary. But you don’t have to be afraid.” Won’t hide what he is but promises he would never use his supernatural power against you. “I like you so I would never hurt you. There’s no need to be scared.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Suho: Had always wanted to be feared, but by other monsters, not by you. He was too kind to be considered intimidating so this was the first time someone had looked at him with fearful eyes. He’s not sure what to do, wanting to pull you close and cuddle away your fear. But he knows that it was best to stay away, since you were scared.

He takes a step back. “I … I’ll never hurt you. If you would get to know me better, I’ll prove that to you. Can I take you out? Just one date, please?”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Lay: Feels smug. He’s always been told that he looks cute, contrary to the Monster that he truly is. So having you be afraid of him is actually flattering.

“Don’t be scared! I’m scary but I want to protect, not hurt, you. So stop shaking and follow me. We’re going on a date to that restaurant you like.”

Originally posted by lawlliets

Baekhyun: “Idiot … How am I scary, I’m as cute as can be?” Will do aegyo and act cute, cuddling up to you, in hopes of changing your mind.

Originally posted by katherine8595

Chen: Stares you down. He’d always considered himself charming and bright, not the type of guy that should be feared. However, he understands and will leave you alone, if that’s what you want.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Chanyeol: He’s speechless. He can’t believe that anyone would find him frightening. But it’s to be expected, he supposes. “Can you give me a chance to prove you wrong? I’m not a bad guy, I promise.”

Originally posted by lullabyun

D.O: Awkwardly tries to change your mind. He’ll follow you, keeping his distance as he knows you’re afraid but near enough that you know he’s there. He does romantic gestures like leaving flowers on your doorstep or bringing you noodle soup when you’re sick. These gestures show his kind heart and make you doubt your fear of him.

“Kyungsoo, I think that … that I might like you too.”

Originally posted by smileysoo

Tao: Uses you fear of him to force you into going on a date. During this date, he will show his affection towards you and convince you that he’s really not that bad. “Ah, I’m sorry for scaring you into this date. But I only did it so that you would give me a chance …”

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

Kai: Starts laughing. “You think I’m scary? In that case, you should meet my friend, Kyungsoo!” Has been told before that his looks can be intimidating but he disagrees. He’s never found himself to be scary or intimidating. And he will go out of his way to prove this to you too.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Sehun: “Humans … You’re all the same.” Had only ever liked one other non-Monster before who also turned him down. With you also being scared of him, he uses annoyance to cover his hurt. “You’re all so frightened and fragile … Pathetic.”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

hello and welcome to my mobile interactive version of my fic recs! despite not having the time to actually sit down and read stories, i still have a pretty large collection of fics i enjoyed over the past couple of years of being in the kpop community! please send all of the writers mentioned love + likes, and support them and their stories! ♡

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| Secret | Peter Parker

Originally posted by septodragon

“Peter, are you Spiderman?”

Peter choked on his milk, the dark chocolate liquid escaping the sides of his mouth as you jumped and patted his back.

“W-What?” His eyebrow twitched. “What are you talking about Y/N? Of course I’m not Spiderman.”

“Just a question,” You shrugged, returning to your lunch. Peter continued to stare so you rolled your eyes and relented.

“I’ve been asking everyone all day just for fun,” You grinned, chuckling softly. “And so far your reaction has been the best.” You cocked an eyebrow, leaning into his personal space and smiling mischievously. “Unless…you really are Spiderman?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved you away by your shoulder while you laughed. “Oh shut up, Y/N.”

When you weren’t looking Peter turned away slightly and clutched his chest with a hilarious look of relief. So you had been joking. Thank God.

A hand clasped down on Peter’s shoulder from behind just after his spider senses tingled.

“Hey Spiderman.”

Peter jumped and spun around so fast it was a blur. You collapsed into gasping laughter, shaking your head.

“You look like you were caught on a prank show or something!!” You accused while trying to get a hold of yourself. You cleared your throat and looked dead forward and spoke with a husky tone. “And Peter Parker has just been pranked! Join us next week Monday at our special - celebrity pranks!”

Peter snorted at your attempt at a male spokesperson while you wiggled your eyebrows and walked forward.

“That was horrible,” Peter exaggerated, walking along side with you. Then he stopped and looked you in the eyes. “But seriously, you should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.”

You blinked then scoffed. “Right. No one would think that. Like you could be Spiderman.”

Peter paused, a little offended and hurt. “What? You think I couldn’t be?”

Confused at his tone, you looked at him to see his put off expression.

“Oh!” You said in realization at what he thought you meant. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” At Peter’s expectant look you continued. “It’s just that if you were Spiderman, there’s no way you wouldn’t have told me. I mean we are best friends.”

You jabbed him in the shoulder, too busy laughing to see the flicker of guilt that passed on his face.

He bit his lip then chuckled when you brought your eyes to meet his again, ruffling your hair. “W-well you’ve got me there.”


Over the next couple of days you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Peter.

He wouldn’t even speak to you that much in class anymore, staring out the window dazedly. Everywhere he went he was unnaturally silent, looking as if he were in deep contemplation.

He was avoiding you, no matter the excuses he made you knew he was lying. You could always tell.

You thought about this as you walked on the sidewalk from your friend’s house, coming to the conclusion that you would straight out ask him why he was avoiding you the next time you saw him. You would take no crap.

“You know, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you,” You practiced out loud, making a sympathetic face. Then you exhaled and slumped, steadily walking again. “Too subtle,” You mumbled, lifting your head to stare at the bright moon illuminating the star filled night.

“So…are you okay?…” You fiddled with your fingers then face-palmed. “Ugh no.”

You breathed in deeply then stopped, planting your right foot into the ground slightly in front your left and pointing forward dramatically. “What’s wrong with you?!”

"That one was just a tad bit forward,” A voice came from right behind you and you squeaked, turning around with your fists raised in a defensive position.

“Whoa, whoa,” The figure donned in red dropped from the light-post he had been hanging down from. He raised his hands in surrender. “Just giving my advice.”

You eyed Spiderman cautiously, lowering your fists and shifting uncertainly. “Well thank you uh…Spiderman.”

On the inside you were actually chaining your inner fangirl to the floor. THE REAL SPIDERMAN WAS TALKING TO YOU!! DNDKSNWNELDJGHTVEN!!!

“No problem, just doing my patrol,” He shrugged. You raised an eyebrow, knowing he just lied but ignored it. “What’s a young girl like yourself doing all alone at this time of night?”

You glared a bit, shifting your stance and crossing your arms below your chest. “I can take care of myself thank you very much.”

You must have been hearing things as you thought you heard him snicker fondly under his breath.

For some reason the action reminded you of Peter and you were reminded of your predicament.

“Well then I bid you adieu,” Spiderman saluted playfully to you.

He was about to leave when you stopped him, an arm shooting out and grabbing his arm. You furrowed your eyebrows and fidgeted. Spiderman was a guy right…?

“Yes?” Spiderman asked slowly and you realized you still had custody of his arm. You retreated your hand hastily.

“Hey…I know you don’t know me and all but can I ask you something?” You stuttered, clearing your throat. “I need a little more advice on something that’s been bothering me.” Spiderman chuckled and stepped closer to you.

“Sure,” He said and for some reason you imagined a smirk behind his mask. “But first you have to give me a little favor.”

“Wha-” You started but before you knew it his arm was wrapping around your waist and you were flying through the air.

The next second you were screaming, eyes clenched shut and your arms clinging to him like your life depended on it - well it kinda did.

The feeling of your stomach dropping to the floor like in a roller coaster was similar to what you were feeling now, only now was much worse. There was no safe chair to be bolted in and the reassurance of tested technology. Instead it was just your body being flown and jerked over 100 feet in the air, Spiderman swinging from building to building.

“Hey, hey!” You could barely hear his voice over your shrieking but when you did it sounded reassuring and a bit hyped with energy. “Open your eyes!”

“Are you crazy?!” Your brain managed to form thought, and as he took another sudden drop you cringed. You felt unbelievably scared and your throat was growing hoarse, your heart pounding in your ears.

“It’s okay,” His voice was softer this time, closer to your ear and his hand wrapping tighter around your waist. If you weren’t currently fearful for your life you would slap the stranger for touching you so intimately.
“I won’t let you fall. Just open your eyes.”

For some reason his words sounded genuine and flooded you with a sense of familiar trust. You reluctantly opened your eyes only to squint at the air rushing past you and hitting your face. The streets were far below you as he swung from the tallest buildings, the area lit up with the colorful artificial light from lampposts and restaurants.

The moon was shining brightly in the sky above, so full and so close you felt like you could touch it with your fingertips. Spiderman dived again and your heart jarred once more but you were getting used to it, the adrenaline pouring through your system making the world so much more clear. Your eyes widened as you realized what you were experiencing.

Spiderman looked slightly back at you only to hear you scream - but this time in delight.

“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled. The sense of panic still lingered but now you were laughing, your grip on him loosening. You grinned, even daring to let loose one arm and leave it trailing through the air.

Spiderman seemed to bask in your glee and took another brave lunge towards the ground before swinging up just in time for you two not to go splat. You laughed loudly, clinging to him and letting your h/l hair flow behind you.

“Can you see your house from here?!” He asked over the wind and you paused to actually look. You nodded, pointing to your home in the close distance.

“Over there!” You said.

“Alright, hold on!” He shouted, glee overtaking his voice. “WOOHOO!”

If there were any citizens walking in the streets that night, all they would hear would be the delighted screams of a girl and the cheers of a male, their voices echoing together as they swung among-st the rooftops.


You wheezed as Spiderman let you off at your front door, face flushed and the feeling of the ground beneath your feet strange.

Phantom sensations of your stomach plummeting and the air stinging your skin still crawled over you and you couldn’t suppress the grin that lifted your lips.

“That was…that was…” You started breathlessly, staring at Spiderman who didn’t looked to be ruffled in the least.

“Amazing? Crazy? Awesome?” He asked smugly.

“…wow,” You finished lamely. He laughed and shook his head.

“Of course you would say that,” He smiled to himself. Before you could question him he continued. “What did you want to ask me now?”

“Well you see..there’s this guy,” You started, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Behind the mask Peter’s smile dropped.

“A…guy?” He asked, trying not to sound jealous.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh not like that! Well…a little like that but that’s not the point.” You had to admit to yourself that you had a crush on Peter. A severe one actually but this guy didn’t need to know that.

For a second you paused and wondered why you were confiding in a complete stranger before shrugging it off. He did fly you over the city and take you home. Least you could do was trust him.

“He’s been acting a little weird recently and kinda ignoring me. Plus I kinda like him and that just makes it worse,” You rubbed your arm. “Sorry to ask but you ARE a guy…what do you think I should do?”

Spiderman stared at you for a while - well you assumed he was staring as he didn’t move for a bit - before answering you.

“Well to me this guy sounds like a complete douchebag,” He started. “But if you’re close with him you shouldn’t be scared to ask him what’s wrong. I’m sure he’ll understand and might not even know you had felt that way.”

Peter was tempted to tell you to ditch the guy - you shouldn’t be that upset over anyone except for hi- but his morals overcame and he found himself sprouting his thoughts.

You smiled, a fiery determination aura practically lighting around you. “You’re right! Hey you think I could practice on you?”

He shrugged and you walked up to him. You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath that burned your chest before slowly letting it out.

“Hey Peter,” You started, not noticing Spiderman tense in shock. “You’ve been distant these past few days and I was wondering if I said or did something wrong?”

You paused to let Spiderman assess that beginning only to hear complete silence. Spiderman was standing stiff in surprise and you freaked out. “What?! Was that bad?! That sounded stupid didn’t it-”

Peter tuned out your rambling as he mentally punched himself in the face. He didn’t even notice he had been avoiding you. Over the past week he had been caught up in his thoughts about his secret concerning you and his guilt. I mean yeah, sometimes he didn’t want to face you and occasionally he walked past you in the hallway and that one time he-

He was an idiot.

Peter looked around at the area, spotting a few security cameras nearby and frowning. That wouldn’t work with what he was planning to do.

He cut off your chatter by scooping you up and swinging into your room through the window he knew you always left open.

“What was that for-?”

“I’m sorry,” Spiderman said, closing the window and spinning around. “I’m sorry. You haven’t said anything wrong. I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You backed away, a bit scared he knew your name, the words he was saying not quite registering yet.

Then Peter took off the mask, his brown locks spilling out messily as he quickly crossed the room to you.

“Peter?!” Shock, betrayal, embarrassment at everything you’d confided in him, love and fear all mixed together and overwhelmed your senses.

Then you were in his arms, your face smushed suddenly against his chest.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” He repeated, hugging you tighter. You could smell the faint lingering off the cologne he had on earlier as well as a musky cinnamon scent that was just…him.

You shook harder, everything starting to make sense. “Peter, you’re…” Giving up, you let your head fall limply on his chest.

“I guess that’s why you were so jumpy when I asked you those questions,” You gave a short laugh of exhaustion but was still in a state of shock.

Peter chuckled, bringing you out of his chest so he could see your face. “Yeah. I’ve just been stressing out about not telling you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot Y/N.”

You hummed. “Yeah, you were.”

Peter pouted and you giggled.

“Apology accepted, dork,” You shoved his shoulder softly.

“You know I would never hurt you,” Peter softly caressed your head and you melted into the feeling.

There was a silence in which Peter smiled gently before it turned mischievous. “So Y/N~ What was that earlier about you having a crush on me?”

You went rigid, going to escape his grasp but he only tightened the hug once again. You tried to pull away his arms but failed utterly, your hands feeling the rock hard lean muscles under his skin through the suit.

WHA-When did Peter get this strong?!!

“Let go of me!” You sputtered, so embarrassed you wanted to go crawl in a hole.

Peter laughed and you shut your eyes tightly, wishing this wasn’t happening.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You ended up denying. Peter only laughed louder.

“No, You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He calmed slightly. “I bet you don’t have a clue how happy that made me. I’ve liked you for a very long time now Y/N.”

You were surprised to see a red tint on his cheeks and your fingers clenched.

“You’re joking,” You choked, not believing him. He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should prove it then.”

The words made your mouth dry and temporarily paused your breathing process. Any light mood between you and him was now completely gone, swallowed up by the now intense atmosphere.

Peter bent closer into your personal space and slowly brought his palms up to cup your cheeks. You couldn’t control the way you were shaking in anticipation and fear.

Peter’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips then back up again. You licked your lips reflexively which drew his attention back there.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was hoarse with want and restraint. You weren’t just some girl he had a crush on and wanted to kiss. You were much more than that. You were also his best friend, the one he spent everyday with and the one who he trusted with everything. The one he cried with and laughed with and was there to comfort him during his Uncle’s death. You had earned his respect and he had earned yours.

You wanted to cry.

“Yes,” You whispered and the word had just left your lips when he closed the space between your mouths.

Your eyes fluttered close and your arms raised to bring him closer. His warmth encircled you and his mouth moved with yours - at first gently then more desperate as the kiss slowly grew more passionate.

You leaned your head back and got lost in the unfamiliar pleasure of the kiss, unaware when your back hit the wall.

Peter broke apart from you only to attack your lips at a different angle. His left hand left your cheek to slip down your neck and rest on the back of your nape.

You let out a shaky sigh as chills swept up your spine. You couldn’t believe this was happening and you pushed yourself closer, not wanting it to end. Your bodies were mushed together so that there was no space between the two of you and your hands couldn’t stay still.

“Peter,” You gasped into the kiss as he invaded your mouth. You shuddered and reciprocated as best as you could, threading your fingers through his hair.

Soon enough you grew lightheaded and pushed gently on his chest to let him know you needed air.

He immediately separated from you, though reluctantly, and watched your disheveled, panting form in admiration. You took a minute to catch your breath before speaking.

“That was-” You started.

“Wow?” He finished, teasing. You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder your signature shove.

“Shut up, I didn’t know that was you,” You intertwined your fingers with his and laid your head against the wall.

“My parents are gonna kill me,” You smiled.

Peter shrugged. “Should I buy something nice for the funeral?”

“You won’t be saying that when my dad hunts you down.”

Peter’s face was so hilarious it made you start to almost cry in your laughter.

“What? Little Spiderman’s scared of my dad?” You covered your mouth in surprise before breaking into giggles again. Peter flicked your forehead, acting annoyed but you both knew the two of you were extremely happy.

“Shut up, Y/N.”


[MasterList]

anonymous asked:

hi!! can you rec some of your fav fics/fic writers? thank you!! <3

@xtaexhyungx​: first of all sophia is just a sweetheart in general but her smut. masterlist

learning curve [m] jungkook / reader

↳  “Submission doesn’t suit everyone and, as far as Jungkook is concerned, you wear it better than he does.”

@seokvie​: i’ve never seen someone write so much and such a variety and everything is just great. masterlist

view from 4-b [m] hoseok / reader

↳  “When Hoseok has the perfect view.”

@jeonjagiya​: masterlist

transference [m] hoseok / reader

↳  “During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial.“

@ellieljade​: masterlist

mr. min [m] yoongi / reader

↳  “Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.”

@war-of-hormoan​: masterlist

ashes [m] hoseok / reader & jimin / reader

↳  this series is definitely one of my favorite vampire!au fics out there

@hobibliophile​: masterlist

ambrosia [m] hoseok / reader

↳  “You find an injured man outside your apartment one day, and in your haste to get him medical attention, you might have told the paramedics that he’s your fiancé. However, from this lie, grows something very real as he continues to stay with you. Except he isn’t exactly who he appears to be.”

@gukvory​: masterlist

do you feel it, sugar? [m] jungkook / reader

↳  “There is a ludic something about the eeriness of a scarcely inhabited train station on the cusp of midnight, where it invites dangerous intent, a yearning to break the rules of propriety. Such a parlous desire is made all the more worse when Jeon Jeongguk has his mouth at your ear and his hands where they most certainly should not be.”

@floralseokjin​: masterlist

hard to say [m] jimin / reader

↳  “You’ve had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?”

@jiminniemouse​: masterlist

making him jealous [m] jimin / reader & jungkook / reader

↳  “Having two guys as roommates probably wasn’t the best decision you had ever made. The constant mess and lack of privacy proved that; but who even cared when they were Jimin and Jungkook?”

this is no where near everything that i’ve read and loved, but this is already a ton so i’ll stop here!

anonymous asked:

Impromptu Prompt Will you write 'I thought you were dead' fic? Bonus for lots of Kissing? Pretty please and many thanks! 💙



It’s awkward at first, pretending she doesn’t know Kara is Supergirl, but after a few months she settles into it.

‘I’m going to be late for lunch - bus is stuck in traffic :( <3 :( ’ Kara texts her, and Lena just snorts and turns on the TV to find out what disaster Supergirl is stopping today. It doesn’t hurt her feelings - she doesn’t worry anymore that Kara doesn’t trust her, or that it’s a secret because she’s a Luthor. Their friendship is good, maybe the best thing in Lena’s life, and she’s pleasantly surprised that she doesn’t doubt Kara. Kara’s face is an open book, and the way that it lights up whenever she sees Lena says more than anything else could.

So there’s no hurt anymore at all. It’s more like…. politely pretending not to notice that someone has spilled ketchup on their shirt. Lena doesn’t want to breach Kara’s privacy or make her uncomfortable, so she doesn’t point out that there’s no reason for Kara to be on a bus when CatCo is in walking distance of L Corp. Instead she goes back to the data analysis report she was reading, keeping one fond eye on the news.

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It all makes sense now

We predicted that drinking each different colored soda would send the person that drank it into a dream of a certain member… Well…

These aren’t just random numbers.  There are the years for every single one of the members’ birthdays, and then there are 2 that say 2016 (the birth of ASTRO as a group, and the birth of AROHA as a fan base).

BABY

Since this is the title song, it is probably the explanation of how the dream sodas work.  This is when ASTRO (and the AROHA that the MV is seen through the eyes of) are actually in the Dream Store.

DREAMS COME TRUE

Eunwoo’s birthday is March 30, 1997, so this is his song.  It’s the first song on the album.  Eunwoo is the visual center of ASTRO, meaning that (most of the time) he is the first pick of fans.  To reach his dream, drink the blue soda with a car logo on it.

YOU SMILE

The 3rd track of the album is Sanha’s, since his birthday is March 21, 2000.  I don’t have any ideas for what the dream may be, except maybe at the beach?  (Thanks @moon-hyuks​ for this post)

BECAUSE IT’S YOU

The 4th song on the album belongs to MJ, because he was born in 1994.  Again, I don’t have any theories on what the dream could be.

DREAM NIGHT

Dream Night is Rocky’s song.  If the MV teaser is any kind of hint at what kind of dream Rocky’s would be, then perhaps it’ll be outdoorsy.

I’LL BE THERE

The 6th track belongs to Jinjin.  This might be a sort of support song?  “I’ll be there” sounds like something you would say to a person that’s having some troubles and needs support.

LIE

Bin’s song is called Lie.  That leaves a lot of questions.  Is he lying about something?  Did someone lie to AROHA and now Bin needs to fix it?

EVERY MINUTE

The last song on the album is, I think, ASTRO dreaming about AROHA.  They drank the purple drinks, and now they’re in a dream, and every minute counts because they love us.  They’re always talking about how they’re afraid to lose us and how much they care about us.  Now, excuse me while I go melt into a pile of tears.

anonymous asked:

I just wanna say I love your art and I went on the Bendy Animo as your BodyBuilder Bendy and it had great reactions. I credited you alot and I might have also made more people come to this blog.

So here is the thing, I appreciate your enthusiasm for the blog, I appreciate the fact that you did credit, some people do not even do that, so I will give you that.

But also, How. Dare. You. I am not going to lie, I am legitimately angry over this. I did not give you permission to post my artwork on any other media platform. I have given no one that permission except for a specific few to dub my comics, and they ASKED. That is the big line I’m drawing right now. ASK ME, before you post my work anywhere. I MIGHT NOT SAY YES, BUT YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF THAN JUST TAKING IT AND DEALING WITH ME AFTER. This is not the first time this has happened but it is one of the most blatant ways it has been done.  

I want to keep tabs on my art, I want to make sure I know what is happening with it and that it is being credited appropriately and treated with respect. 

DO NOT REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION CREDITED OR NOT.

I downloaded this Animo app after receiving this anon, and honestly I am horrified by what I have seen. This app has art theft left and right. There are icon’s made by artists I recognize, comics taken from other pages and reposted, animations uploaded without permission, or linking.

Not all my anger is directed at you anon, but I am not happy with your decisions either. I will give you the benefit of the doubt to say that perhaps you didn’t know, or genuinely thought you were doing a good thing considering you tried to brag that you had ‘brought people to the blog.’

If you like a certain artist’s work support them yes, but make sure you have your facts straight. I have already found pictures drawn by always-x3 on here that others are claiming to be done by me. Yes they were on the originating Buff shitpost, but they were done by another artist entirely and not only were they not credited, their art was taken WITHOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE.

These are things that someone has put hours of work into, and folks have the gull to march in and take it from the page and repost it? Some artists might be okay with this, but others, like myself whom are trying to make a career or HAVE a career, its harmful. Its terrible harmful. We post things online because we enjoy them, and we want others to enjoy them, but it is also an avenue for jobs for us.  When one person reposts and then another, and another. It creates this tumbling snowball effect that ultimately leaves the original creator behind. A fan of that artist wouldn’t do that do them, through ignorance, or through just blatant arrogance.

When you repost a artist’s work you’re not helping them, you’re making yourself into their enemy by stealing their work. 

Respect the artists.

I have the Animo app now, and I will be searching for this post you mentioned anon. I will be looking for you and anyone else that has the gull to repost my art without permission. I will report anyone I come across, and I will use every ounce of my knowledge of copyright laws against anyone whom has.

Delete those posts now and do not try my patience on this.
Thank you.

Vacation

Written for @spnpolybingo​. This fills the “vacation” square.

Summary:  Jess finds out about Sam and Dean and has a surprising reaction.

Word Count: 3650

Warnings: smut, Wincest, threesome, anal sex

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! I’m only gonna tag @justanothersaltandburn because I don’t know who all is into the poly stuff, lol. XOXO


Jessica Moore is a goddamn gift.

Sam knows that from the second he’s introduced to her at that party. She rolls her eyes at Brady’s failed attempt at subtlety when they’re introduced, and smiles at Sam, sweet and sexy. Sam thinks he’s already a little in love.

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Petnames (A Little Bit of Everyone)

A/N: Some short ficlets of some of the characters I write for pertaining to the petnames I think they would use. I couldn’t think of one for Harry or Caitlin, maybe for the next little group thing I write. Some are longer than others, but I tried not to many any too long. I hope you enjoy! I think I’m gonna write a Reggie fic next, but it’s gonna be a little more personal than the others.

Word Count: 1,544 words

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The Last Letter of a Kamikaze Pilot,

My Thoughts,

I am keenly aware of the tremendous personal honor involved in my having been chosen to be a member of the Army Special Attack Corps, which is considered to be the most elite attack force in the service of our glorious fatherland.
  My thoughts about all these things derive from a logical standpoint which is more or less the fruit of my long career as a student and, perhaps, what some others might call a liberal. But I believe that the ultimate triumph of liberty is altogether obvious. As the Italian philosopher Benedetto Croce has proclaimed, “liberty is so quintessential to human nature that it is absolutely impossible to destroy it. "I believe along with him that this is a simple fact, a fact so certain that liberty must of necessity continue its underground life even when it appears, on the surface, to be suppressed—it will always win through in the end.
  It is equally inevitable that an authoritarian and totalitarian nation, however much it may flourish temporarily, will eventually be defeated. In the present war we can see how this latter truth is borne out in the Axis Powers themselves. What more needs to be said about Fascist Italy? Nazi Germany too has already been defeated, and we see that all the authoritarian nations are now falling down one by one, exactly like buildings with faulty foundations. All these developments only serve to reveal all over again the universality of the truth that history has so often proven in the past: men’s great love of liberty will live on into the future and into eternity itself.

Although there are aspects to all this which constitute something the fatherland has reason to feel apprehensive about, it is still a truly wonderful thing to feel that one’s own personal beliefs have been validated. On every front, I believe that ideologies are at the bottom of all the fighting that is going on nowadays. Still further, I am firmly convinced that the outcome of each and every conflict is predictable on the bases of the ideologies held by the opposing sides. 

  My ambitious hope was to have lived to see my beloved fatherland—Japan—develop into a great empire like Great Britain in the past, but that hope has already been dashed. If those people who truly loved their country had been given a fair hearing, I do not believe that Japan would be in its present perilous position. This was my ideal and what I dreamt about: that the people of Japan might walk proudly anywhere in the world.

  In a real sense it is certainly true that a pilot in our special aerial attack force is, as a friend of mine has said, nothing more than a piece of the machine. He is nothing more than that part of the machine which holds the plane’s controls—endowed with no personal qualities, no emotions, certainly with no rationality—simply just an iron filament tucked inside a magnet itself designed to be sucked into an enemy air-craft carrier. The whole business would, within any context of rational behavior, appear to be unthinkable, and would seem to have no appeal whatsoever except to someone with a suicidal disposition. I suppose this entire range of phenomena is best seen as something peculiar to Japan, a nation of spirituality. So then we who are nothing more than pieces of machinery may have no right to say anything, but we only wish, ask, and hope for one thing: that all the Japanese people might combine to make our beloved country the greatest nation possible.

  Were I to face the battles that lie ahead in this sort of emotional state, my death would be rendered meaningless. This is the reason then, as I have already stated, that I intend to concentrate on the honor involved in being designated a member of the Special Attack Corps.

When I am in a plane perhaps I am nothing more than just a piece of the machine, but as soon as I am on the ground again I find that I am a complete human being after all, complete with human emotions—and passions too. when the sweetheart whom I loved so much passed away, I experienced a kind of spiritual death myself. Death in itself is nothing when you look upon it, as I do, as merely a pass to the heaven where I will see her once again, the one who is waiting there for me.

  Tomorrow we attack. It may be that my genuine feelings are extreme—and extremely private! But I have put them down as honestly as I can. Please forgive me for writing so loosely and without much logical order. Tomorrow one believer in liberty and liberalism will leave this world behind. His withdrawing figure may have a lonely look about it, but I assure you that his heart is filled with contentment.
  I have said everything I wanted to say in the way I wanted to say it. Please accept my apologies for any breach of etiquette. Well,then.

—Captain Ryoji Uehara

Uehara was killed during an attack on the US Fleet at the Battle of Okinawa, May 11th, 1945. He was 22 years old. Among his personal effects was a book on philosophy by Benedetto Croce, in the cover of which he had written,

“Goodbye, my beloved Kyoko-chan. I loved you so much;but even then you were already engaged, so it was very painful for me.Thinking only of your happiness,I suppressed the urge to whisper into your ear. That I loved you. I love you still.

2 Year Anniversary

I did it. I rewatched Your Lie in April and planned it accordingly just so I could finish today, March 19th, which marks the 2 year anniversary of the day the final episode was aired. I’m in tears; actually, I’ve been in tears through the entirety of rewatching this and this anime is even more beautiful the second time around because I feel and see so much more. Knowing the ending and still being able to enjoy and feel all these emotions is what makes Your Lie in April such a masterpiece. As a musician, this anime speaks to me on such a deep level. Some might say that the anime exaggerates, but in all honesty, being able to play like that, being able to feel what they feel, is what I strive to be. Watching the characters grow in just a span of 22 episodes is such an amazing feat. All the characters are loveable, relatable, and unique in their own way! Except Tsubaki because I just can’t bring myself to like her  I can most definitely say that nothing can touch my heart like Your Lie in April can. 

Kaori is so beautiful, and so strong and I can’t help but love her so much. Her outlook on life is amazing, and she smiles even at death’s door. She’s everything that I aspire to be. When I was following the anime as a new episode came out every week two years ago, I desperately hoped that she wouldn’t die. This innocent, beautiful angel couldn’t just die like that. Alas, the ending that we all wanted never came to be. The anime remained faithful to the manga to the very end, and our amazing heroine had to leave us behind. The letter that she left behind was so beautiful and heartwrenching and was the main source of my tears. She didn’t have any regrets. In essence, her dream came true. She built Kousei back up when he was down in the dumps and made him into a better man. After her death, I was sure Kousei would relapse and quit music for sure, but he didn’t. Kaori’s influence was able to help him move on and mature so much than when we first saw him. And that shattered my heart even more. They’re perfect together. They were soulmates and anyone could see that they were the perfect match. How cruel is it of fate to take her away from him? They are aware of each other’s flaws, but they see it as beauty. They think each other’s imperfections are perfect. They were meant to be. And his last song; their last performance together in spirit— goodness gracious that tugged on my heartstrings. He overcame his fear to play despite knowing he would lose everything again and played for her. He played for her to say goodbye. Excuse me while I go cry my eyes out in a corner again :’)

I have so much more to say about this, but right now I’m a jumbled up mess and this anime just pulls out emotions from me that I didn’t even know I had and throws them right back at me without remorse. Watching this is like going on an emotional rollercoaster and not knowing where you’ll end up. But the messages and the symbolism that this anime conveys is like no other. It’s something that I can never forget and something that I would willingly throw myself into again even though I know it will cause me emotional pain.

But you know what? Being able to feel all this, just watching something that can evoke so much emotion and make you reflect upon your own life like that: that’s what makes me love Your Lie in April so much. Say what you will, but I think Your Lie in April is beautiful.

P/S: I was also so inspired that I wrote a poem in response to Kaori’s letter from Kousei’s point of view— http://uzumakipride.tumblr.com/post/158423889980/kouseis-response-to-kaoris-letter

At this point, I’m just trying to do everything I can to relieve myself of these tears…

ferardislove-ferardislife  asked:

MC as a painter and rfa+V&Saeren find out one day

This one gave me a little trouble because it’s really close to the artist one I’ve done in the past, but I did my best to make it unique. 


Yoosung

  • The two of you usually hang out at his place, simply because there’s more room and he’s got a nicer setup for things like movies or gaming. When you’re not there, you go out.
  • You decide not to tell him because you want to surprise him with a gift; a painting of his LOLOL character.
  • In the meantime, you let him teach you about the game and even make your own character (it’s actually really fun?), and he’s so excited that it doesn’t take long for you to end up with top-notch gear like his.
  • When his birthday rolls around, you carefully wrap the two paintings you made and take it over to him, handing them to him in anticipation.
  • He unwraps them eagerly and gasps, his jaw dropping at both of them; one of his character standing majestically against one of his favorite backdrops in the game, and one of your character posing with his.
  • “They’re beautiful,” he murmurs, staring down at them. “Did you ask someone to paint them for you?”
  • You laugh, knowing this was likely to come up. “Nope. I painted them myself.”
  • His eyes widen and he just blinks at you a moment before setting them down and scooping you up into his arms, twirling you around once and placing a kiss on your lips.
  • “W-wow! That’s so amazing! You’re so talented, why didn’t you ever tell me? I can’t believe you managed to capture them both so well…” and he’s off, chattering happily about the pictures as well as your skill, making sure to state over and over again how amazed and proud he is of you.
  • “I’m going to show all of my friends how awesome of a girlfriend I have!”

Zen

  • You want so badly to impress him, to show him you’re worth his time, and so you tell him over the phone one day.
  • He says he’s impressed and that one day he hopes to see something of yours. So of course, you decide to paint something specifically for him to see.
  • What is the question, but the answer presents itself when he calls you one day after Jumin pressures him about doing a cat food commercial, and he mentions in passing that that he likes dogs.
  • When you get off the phone, you excitedly open your sketch pad, determined to find a dog you think represents him and paint it.
  • Then he hurts his ankle and you pour yourself into your work, hoping that the hints everyone but Jaehee have been sending about you possibly going to see him is true and wanting to have it done by then.
  • You barely finish in time, but you do. No sooner is the paint dry then you have to go.
  • The door opens to his apartment and you immediately hand him the canvas, holding your breath as he takes it, motioning you inside before looking at it.
  • “This is beautiful, but if I may ask, why this dog?” His eyes never leave the canvas and you can tell he’s just being curious, not rude.
  • “I wanted to pick a breed that I thought fit what I think of when i think of you. So I chose the Alaskan Malamute; handsome and strong.”
  • He carefully sets it down and pulls you into a hug, a gesture you happily return.
  • “Thank you, I love it. Your personality is reflected in the way you painted it: beautiful and kind.”

Jaehee

  • You start the painting of Zen as soon as you discover how hard she has it, thinking maybe it will at least let her know someone cares for her.
  • It doesn’t take much to get Zen on-board with the plan, and he digs up some super rare photos of him in past roles for you to choose from.
  • When it’s done, you hitch a taxi ride to where she lives, purposefully timing it to arrive when Zen does to give her the grinder.
  • It’s rolled up in a tube and stuffed in your backpack, so she has no idea you have anything for her.
  • Which means she looks even more surprised when you extract the tube and hand it over to her, softly saying you got her something, too.
  • She sits down her coffee and pops it open, unrolling it carefully once she pulls it out.
  • Her soft little gasp makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst.
  • Zen leans over to see which picture you chose, flashing you a smile and a thumbs up before making an excuse and leaving, so it’s just you and her.
  • There are tears in her eyes as she carefully rolls it up, placing it gently on her table. She stands and makes her way over to you and you stand as well, anticipating a hug.
  • You’re a bit surprised when she kisses you instead.
  • “Thank you,” she says softly when she pulls back, smiling at you. “Thank you for sharing your talent with me. It’s a beautiful portrait but… knowing you’re the one who made it makes it so much more special.”

Jumin

  • He didn’t really know what you got up to at Rika’s apartment, and after moving in, he knew you repurposed one of the spare rooms, but he’s never really asked why in the few weeks you’ve been living there.
  • You leave the door open when you go in and he can hear music playing, but he’s never felt the urge to interrupt you.
  • Today is a little different in that he’d had a particularly rough day at work and is really needing some of your wonderful comfort. Normally he might be able to make do with Elizabeth the 3rd, but she’s nowhere to be found.
  • The door is cracked open but he knocks anyway, waiting to enter until your voice calls out for him to do so.
  • His eyes widen as he steps in, taking in the sight of you in your painting clothes standing before your easel, canvas in front of you and Elizabeth the 3rd sitting just beyond, posing.
  • You beckon him over and he strides forward, eyes wandering over various other things you’ve been working on. It’s all impressive. He’s impressed.
  • What you’re currently working on is a painting based off your engagement photo, except that you seem to be adding Elizabeth the 3rd in.
  • “I thought you might like something like this for at work or just to have around here,” you say, smiling sweetly at him, and he feels his spirits lifting higher already.
  • “I will happily take anything you paint and display it in my office for all to see,” he says seriously, running a hand over your cheek. “I love you.”

707

  • He finds out fairly quickly just by seeing you do it over the CCTV. It isn’t long after that you mention it offhandedly in chat, saying you’re not that good.
  • That’s a lie; even through the grainy lens of the camera he can see how careful you are, how beautiful it is.
  • He’s entranced and will often spend any break he has watch (or re-watching) you paint, because it’s so relaxing to him and you really seem to enjoy it.
  • He makes a joke in the chat room that you should paint him a picture of Longcat. Or Elly, although Jumin’s quick to shoot that one down.
  • You just tease him back, but he notices you shift the angle you work in, making it so he can’t see what you’re doing.
  • It’s not long after he’s forced to come to your apartment and you two get in a fight over whether or not you can be friends. When you confront him yet again -this time by throwing your arms around him- he wonders why you’re pushing so hard, but he is wearing down.
  • You disappear suddenly before returning with a painting; one of him, surrounded by cats - including Elly and Longcat.
  • That’s it, he’s gone.
  • It’s not quite completed and he asks if he can watch you work on it. You agree, of course.
  • “Babe, let’s go to the space station. I could spend the rest of my life with you, watching you paint.”

V

  • When he makes a passing comment about this being his last batch of photos to sell, you mention maybe you could try your paintings to see if they’d sell.
  • He gets curious and looks them up, while he can still see. Like him, you’re not widely known but you do have a following and he can see why; you’re fantastic.
  • It’s one of the things that helps you two bond. After everything happens at the ME headquarters and he miraculously survives, you help him paint as a way to still be able to express himself.
  • He can’t see well enough through the camera to take pictures anymore but he can still see the beauty of color, so he paints based on that.
  • He’ll never be good, not like you, but that doesn’t matter; in addition to the joy of it, he’s also falling for you.
  • “I’m so happy you were blessed with this talent; it’s what allowed me to grow closer to you.”

Saeran

  • It takes a while for him to let you approach him after he’s rescued, but one of the first times you do is at his and Seven’s birthday party where you present him with a picture of the sky at dawn, filled with colors and clouds.
  • He loves it but he’s confused; why are you giving him anything?
  • “Thank you, but I- I can’t accept this,” he says, trying to give it back. “I don’t deserve a gift from you.”
  • You gently push it back toward him. “Please, keep it,” you reply and he’s shocked to see some hurt in your eyes. Did he do that? Again? “I made it for you.”
  • “You… made it?” You nod, and he stares down at it. It’s lovely, really, and holds a promise of the tranquility he’s never felt.
  • He admires you for painting, and is shocked when one say you ask if he wants to paint with you. “It might be good for you,” you say, as if he really needs the excuse.
  • But it is good for him; the action provided him with the calm he feels when he looks at the picture you made him, and he starts to do it often, even when you’re not there.
  • Christmas comes around and you gift him another painting, this one of the night sky.
  • He hands you one back, blushing deeply as you open it. It’s a little cartoon of you and him painting, and the text says “thank you for letting me into your world. The next panel shows you outside together, eating ice cream and pointing at the clouds. “Would you like to be in mine?”

anonymous asked:

Dialogue prompts: 9, 37, or 47. Love your writing!

Thank you so much lovely anon! Dialogue prompts were  “You’re in love with her.” + “Lie to me then.” 47: “Why are you whispering?” Set in season 6, around Arcadia. 

“What is he doing here?” That’s the first thing Bill Scully says, or spits rather, when he opens the door. He doesn’t look at his sister, who he hasn’t seen in months, but only at her partner. The spooky man who is followed by doom and therefore has no right to be here, at his house, with his family; at least that’s how Mulder interprets Bill Scully’s current expression. Mulder tightens his grip on to the plate with the huge cake neatly tucked into too much tinfoil that Scully pushed into his arms moments ago.

“He was invited.” Scully rushes past her brother, leaving Mulder outside in the cold, fending for himself. When she’s angry she can forget him, sometimes. They’re similar in that way. He knows this. Mulder offers the cake like a peace offering. Or something. Bill stares at it. Then back at Mulder. His eyes narrow and for once they’re in agreement: they both wish Mulder wasn’t here.

“No one told me you were invited.” Mulder isn’t surprised.

“I was told you were fine with it.” He replies; he really should have known better. Bill yanks the plate out of his hands, the only outlet for his anger, and leaves the door open so Mulder can enter. He’s not welcome here, that much is clear, but Bill Scully Jr. is not going to let him rot outside. Mulder closes the door quietly behind him, taking a deep breath. He should have said no when Scully asked him to come with her to San Diego. He should have insisted. He had, if he remembers correctly. Until that moment when Maggie Scully herself called him and told him to be there or else.

Right now he thinks or else would have been the better choice.

“Fox!” Maggie Scully downright squeals when he enters the kitchen as discreetly as he can muster. Several heads turn; he recognizes Tara Scully, his very own Scully, and a woman he has never seen before, who looks almost as uncomfortable as he feels.

“Hello Mrs. Scully.” She grabs him and engulfs him in a tight hug.

“I’m glad you came,” she wipes at his cheek, a motherly automatism, “I wasn’t sure.” She adds more quietly glancing at her son, who is busy trying to free the cake from the tinfoil.

“You remember Tara, don’t you?” Bill Scully’s wife offers him a warm smile and a strong handshake.

“Nice to see you again, Fox. Oh, you prefer Mulder, don’t you? Dana always calls you Mulder!” She laughs uncomfortably and blushes deeply.

“I’m fine with either.” He assures her and he is certain he can hear Scully huff.

“And this is my other daughter-in-law, Sandra. She’s Charlie’s wife.” Mulder and Sandra exchange a handshake and a nod that seems to say I’d rather be somewhere else right now.

“Is Charlie here? I’ve never met him before.”

“He’s expected later tonight.” Maggie Scully tells him and he watches Sandra’s expression soften, just thinking about her husband getting here, saving her from the rest of his family. Mulder turns around to look at Scully. She’s leaning against the counter, her arms crossed in front of her. Not even she wants him here. He can’t blame her, not really. They might have the x-files back, might be back together professionally, but the ramifications of the last months are still painfully palpable. Diana, he thinks bitterly, swallowing her name and the thought. Things that were said that shouldn’t have been said. Things done. He stares at her, bites his lip, and she turns away from him, nudging her brother and helping him get the tinfoil off the cake. Mulder is convinced that no one will eat it anyway.

Maggie Scully shoos them all out of the kitchen when it becomes apparent that neither of them is any help. Tara and Sandra are talking about babies; little Matthew is upstairs sleeping. Sandra and Charlie, apparently, are trying. Mulder tries to catch Scully’s attention, but she’s either willfully ignoring him, or truly lost in her own world. He feels anger well up in him. If she really doesn’t want him here then why didn’t she just say so? He is sure she could have come up with an excuse for him. Her brother hates him already, what’s a few more Scullys? He could have taken it.

“Can I talk to you a moment?” Bill Scully’s voice is harsh and it’s way too close for Mulder’s liking. He nods, swallows hard. He follows the other man, wherever they’re going, and now Scully looks at him. Mulder wants to ask her to save him, please, but his mouth is dry, his mind empty. Which is why he doesn’t first notice that Bill Scully is leading him outside. Once there, he towers over him, his hands on his hips, his face dark. He’s going to punch me, Mulder thinks, or worse.

“You’re in love with her.” Of all the things Mulder expected Bill Scully to throw at him this is not it.

“Excuse me?”

“You are, aren’t you? You’re in love with Dana.” It’s not even a question.

“You sure you want to know the answer to that?” Stupid, Mulder. Stupid, stupid. He doesn’t want to make Bill even angrier. He just doesn’t want him to know before he’s had a chance to tell Scully. Well, he has told her. And she didn’t take him seriously. Oh brother, indeed.

“Lie to me then. Make me try to understand why my mother – my own mother – invited you here. If you love her…if you are in love with her… I still couldn’t stand you, but. I saw the way you just looked at her, Mulder.” He used to look at her a million different ways, or so he thought. Depending on the time of day, on her mood, and mostly his. On where they were, or why. On what she was wearing. In the end he realized it wasn’t true. There might still be a million different ways he looks at her now. Except they all mean the same.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Bill,” Mulder begins, “I do love her. I am in love with her. We’re not… we’re not together though, if that’s what you mean. But yes. I’m in love with her. Have been for a long time. She doesn’t feel the same way. Not like… she’s not in the same place. I came here because your mother invited me. If… if Dana doesn’t want me here either, I’ll just leave. I’ll just… leave.” As if on cue, the front door opens and Scully steps out.

“You’re not making him leave, Bill.” She tells her big brother and Mulder knows that tone all too well. It means business. He’s been on the receiving end of it often enough.

“I wasn’t going to make him leave.” Bill mumbles and stomps past Mulder. He stops in front of Dana and for a moment the siblings stare at each other, then suddenly, they’re hugging and grinning. “Glad you could make it, sis.” With that he disappears inside. Scully walks towards Mulder and he watches her, wondering what she’s thinking. But he’s always wondering.

“What makes you think I don’t want you here?” Her voice is soft, as are her eyes.

“I thought… I don’t know, Scully. We haven’t talked much lately, have we?” She shakes her head no, takes a step closer. They’re almost touching. The urge to take her into his arms is almost unbearable.

“But just so you know, I do want you here. I’m glad you’re here.” Her voice is barely above a whisper now and Mulder lowers his head to hers, just to hear her better. He tells himself that’s the only reason, anyway.

“I’m glad to be here, too.”

“You’re not the only person in that place, Mulder.”

“Hm?”

“You said I’m not in the same place you are. But I am, Mulder. I am.” She’s lost him. He stares at her, not understanding a word she’s saying. She watches him, hoping he’ll catch up, which he doesn’t, and takes his face into her hands.

“I’m in love with you, too, Mulder. You’re not the only person in that place.” With that, she puts her lips on his softly, just a test, merely a tease. Her hands remain where they are, her thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.

“You are?” He’s whispering now, too, too scared to say it out loud. She nods, grinning. “Why are you whispering? Wait, no, how do you even know what I said?”

“We could all hear you and Bill,” Scully tells him, still whispering, “the baby monitor.” She points at the colorful monitor sitting there in the grass. “Tara forgot to bring it inside after playing with Matthew. I’m glad she did.”

“Oh, so am I.”  

The Lost Memories - Prologue

I wake up next to Jungkook, the one that I hated wholeheartedly and let’s not forget that he claims that he’s my husband

◇ genre : angst & romance
◇ summary : Your life turned upside down, the moment you wake up next to a guy claiming you are his wife. The worse things is he is Jeon Jungkook, the guy that you dislike since you are in the middle school.
◇ words : 2.5k
◇ author’s note : I managed to type all of this in one day! I hope that I can update the next chapter soon if the following week is not too hectic. Thanks for reading, love you guys, xoxo. 

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The silence lingering in the classroom was broke by the noises of the students in the class, signaling that the class is over and it is currently recess time. The main door of the class is crowded with the students tried to squish themselves out from the class room. Your eyes shifted around the class seeking for something that would inspire your blank mind at this moment. The sudden movement beside you snaps your mind back as your eyes traced down to meet a pairs of hands that tugging the right sleeve of your uniform.

“Rose.” Your voice trailed off as you gazed into her eyes with a sign of despair, hoping that she would see it. Eventually, she saw it as she stopped tugging to your sleeve and started to straighten her back against the chair. She took a deep breath, gathering all the words that might helped her to convince you to join this school trip. She knew that you want to join them, but the main problem is your mother. She acknowledged that even she offered your mother a million dollars would not change her mind even slightly.

“Come on. This is our last trip before graduating. You once promised to me that you would join this trip. Besides, everyone in our batch is going except you.” The white lie that came out from Rose making you let out a chuckle from your scarlet lips.

“We both know that my mother already warned me about joining school trip. I bet you still remembered the incident that happened to me during our middle school before.” You saw how your best friend’s face fell to a look of disappointment. Rose began to fidget her slender fingers as she bit her lower lips.

She asked. “It’s been a while since that incident happened. Does your mother still traumatized about it?” Her question left you hanging and all you do was shrugged as a reply to her question. You turned your gaze towards the outside of the windows and your mind began to recall the incident that happened on your last school trip that you have joined, exactly when you are 14 years old.

Your sudden loss during the trip totally frightens everyone including your teachers and the students there when the moment they found you unconscious in the forest. The things got worse when you are not even flinched at all when they tried to wake you up. The teachers had done so many things including pouring a glass of water onto your face and even slapping your cheeks continuously, resulting to your cheeks become slightly swollen. At the end, you have been brought to the hospital for intensive care and the doctors declared that you are in comatose state.

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Ambrosia | 01 (M)

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Summary: You find an injured man outside your apartment one day, and in your haste to get him medical attention, you might have told the paramedics that he’s your fiancé. However, from this lie, grows something very real as he continues to stay with you. Except he isn’t exactly who he appears to be.

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Fallen Angel!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

A/N: I have a lot of feels™ okay?

​Your mother always told you not to talk to strangers, let alone touch them, or God forbid, bring them into your home. This contrasted with your father, who would roll down the windows of the car so he could pass food to any homeless people he would pass on the street. That’s why he always kept so many snacks in the car.

Your father would be proud of you right now. Your mother? She wouldn’t disown you, she loves you too much. But she wouldn’t hesitate to call the police if she saw the dirty homeless man half asleep in front of your apartment building. You wouldn’t have gone that far, probably only ignoring them, maybe giving them some spare change if you had some on you. But this man is lying on the ground, face down, blood soaked through the back of his shirt, though it seems to have dried up by now. And maybe if there were other people around, you would have passed responsibility on to another bystander.

But as it happens, you’re alone tonight. Shit. You immediately pull out your phone punching in the numbers 911. “Hello? I have an emergency… Yeah, someone’s passed out, it looks like they were bleeding, but it’s stopped.”

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Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour - Two

“Shit.”

Y/N had been waiting patiently for the last twenty minutes having gotten to the book cafe slightly earlier than she’d intended. She was nervous and apprehensive, but kinda excited too.

When Penny had told her this app was where she’d met Kyle, Y/N hadn’t actually expected to find anyone interesting enough to make her want to meet up with them. She’d berated Penny when she’d said she’d met up with some random stranger from the internet, but she’d hushed Y/N and assured her that Morgan had known where she was and they had a system. She was to text him every thirty minutes and if she didn’t, he would go to the location she’d told him they were meeting at. So she and Penny had worked out the same arrangement today.

What Y/N hadn’t expected from today was to see her colleague, Spencer Reid, standing in front of her in the exact get up that Drblackjack21 had said he would be wearing, and eyeing her purple sweater with panic.

This was… not good.

If she’d had wanted to date Spencer Reid, she would have. But he was quiet and shy around woman. Although they both got on okay at work he wasn’t someone that Y/N would go out of her way to spend her time away from the office with. In fact, he’d be the last person on that list, right after the office temps. When she’d first started working at the BAU he’d barely been able to talk to her without stuttering or blushing. This was not the guy she’d been speaking to online for the last five weeks, it couldn’t be.

This was not the guy…. Oh god. This was not the guy who she’d had cyber sex with last night.

This was not the guy Y/N had sent….

FUCK! The photos…

Spencer cleared his throat and the blush on his cheeks deepened. He winced as he tried to check without outrightly asking. “Hey Y/N. Are you…. Are you meeting someone here today?”

Lie? It’s all a coincidence. Drblackjack21 could still be out there, he might not be Reid. Reid just… he lived around here right, and he might just own the same clothes.

Except Reid was a genius and could count cards and was barred from numerous casinos because of his black jack skills. The user name made total sense now.

“Sit,” she told him through gritted teeth, watching as he slid into the booth opposite. The waitress came over and asked if he wanted a drink. He shook his head as did she when the waitress asked if Y/N wanted another. She doubted she’d be here long.

“Give me your phone.”

Spencer looked at her somewhat curiously, and then slid his phone across the desk.

“Password?”

“0910187,” he said glumly. Y/N tapped it in and went into his photo gallery, looking for the album that was automatically created whenever a photo was sent via that chat app.

Yep. Sure enough, there was the photos she’d sent last night. Her boobs, her …. oh god, her wet panties. She quickly erased them from his phone, seeing Spencer close his eyes.

“It won’t work, Y/N,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Although my eidetic memory doesn’t always hold images, I’m sorry but that’s well and truly branded into my brain.”

“Well in that case I’m not going to delete the dick pic you sent me, just in case you decide to tell anyone about this. Fuck, I can’t believe it. Of all the people…. It had to be you.”

“Hey… One, I’m sure as hell not going to tell anyone. And two, you’re not the only one that’s disappointed here. I thought I’d finally met a girl who might actually like me, finally met someone I could connect with. And it turns out it’s you.”

They both stared at each other for a moment. He was right, it wasn’t just Y/N that had a right to be annoyed here. Neither of them had photos as their profile pictures, and both of them had used an alias nor had they revealed their names or jobs.

“Right, okay. Can we just…. ”

“Forget this ever happened? Yes please. Please…. Delete that photo though?”

Y/N laughed at the look on his face. Spencer Reid, asking her to delete a dick pic. It seemed unreal.

Which then sent her brain back to the actual photo itself.

And the conversation, and how it had made her feel.

“Yeah… I’m not deleting it.”

“Thats not fair. You deleted the ones from my phone.” He pouted slightly, her brain thinking about the things he’d said he’d do with his lips.

Fuuuck.

“I can’t delete it from your brain though can I? Look, I promise I won’t show it to anyone.”

And then she remembered. Meh. It couldn’t get much more awkward anyway.

“Anyone else.”

Spencer’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“Any… Anyone el-else?”

“I was telling Garcia this morning about this guy I’d been talking to online and was thinking of meeting up with. I may have sent her a screenshot of that photo. Thank God I didn’t tell her your user…..”

“Garcia has seen my PENIS!?!?”

Y/N glanced around quickly, seeing the people at the next table looking over.

“I don’t think everyone in here quite heard that Reid. Bit louder next time, yeah? Anyway….. She doesn’t know it’s yours. Hell, I kinda wish I didn’t know that it was yours. Full of surprises ain’t ya.”

He blushed again and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fine. I’ll delete it. And we’ll just mentally try to delete the last five weeks worth of conversations, especially last night. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” Spencer nodded and took his cell back.

“So.”

“So.”

The uncomfortableness of the situation was horrific. Neither of them wanted to be the first to walk out but neither wanted to stay in the others company for longer than necessary.

“I’m just gonna…. go. I’m suddenly feeling like daytime drinking may need to become my new thing. It’s the only way the last 24 hours are going to be erased. I’ll erm, I’ll see you Monday.”

She put down enough money to cover the cost of the drink and a tip for the waitress and slid out of the booth.

“See ya, Y/N.”

She walked out feeling his eyes on her as she left.

When she got to her car, Y/N pulled out her cell, texting Garcia.

“I’m alive. He’s not a serial killer but he’s not what I was expecting. I’ll give that site a miss I think for now and go back to casually trawling bars, lol.”

Now. Where was the nearest liquor store?

Dear person I hate

You used to be the dear person I like but not anymore. You taught me not to trust anyone. You taught me to not build real connections with people. You taught me to never let anyone in. You taught me to never get attached to a friend. You taught me that people can lie even when they are drunk. You taught me a lot of wrong things and I am trying to unlearn them. Maybe in time I might forgive you but not today, not right now and maybe in time I might not hate you but today I do. But you and I both know, I neither forgive nor forget except in your case I really want to forget.