guys you were awesome

For those of you who were interested, the companion fic to Red’s angst fest is below the cut, in Liz’s perspective. *pulls blanket over head*

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❛ Stop walking around like a fucking cliche. ❜
❛ Are you never letting in again because you don’t want to get hurt? ❜
❛ You don’t want that… believe me. ❜
❛ It’s really lonely. ❜
❛ I’m asking too much aren’t I. ❜
❛ I just miss talking to you. ❜
❛ You used to tell me all your secrets. ❜
❛ Would you like to hear a secret now? ❜
❛ I heard that you and _______ talked about ________. ❜
❛ Then you turn it and do the other side. ❜
❛ Anyway, you seriously have to get over it and start behaving like a human. ❜
❛ I’m hurt because you never reply to my meme.  ❜
❛ I had totally forgotten. But I’m sorry about that. ❜
❛ Are you kidding? What does that mean? ❜ 
❛ Why should you be bus leader? ❜
❛ I can never host again. Never. ❜
❛ Wasn’t it real nice this weekend? At the party? ❜
❛ There were a lot of new nice people. ❜
❛ If you think immaturity is charming, sure. ❜
❛ Do you think that is a bit generalizing to say? ❜
❛ Why are we talking about _______ anyway? ❜  
❛ What’s going on with the two of you though? ❜
❛ How much do you want for it? ❜
❛ It’s sort of… not the entire truth. ❜
❛ I can join the bus if you need people. ❜
❛ They don’t need the money tomorrow. We’ll fix it. ❜
❛ How are we supposed to fix that? ❜
❛ You got to read a book I’m reading called, “The Secret.” ❜  
❛ You know so much about the universe? How? ❜
❛ I’m very interesred in the universe. Like plants and such. ❜
❛ You’re my star, did you know that? ❜
❛ You’re mine. You’re my sun, the sun is a star. ❜
❛ If you think I would walk around like some living trophy, you’re terribly wrong. ❜
❛ Don’t play dumb! You know what I mean! ❜
❛ What’s your name again? ❜
❛ I think there’s a small miscommunication here.  ❜
❛ If you think I look at you like some trophy, you’re wrong. ❜
❛ What an awesome guy/girl you are! ❜
❛ Were you never validated as a child, or…? ❜
❛ Did mommy never compliment your drawings? ❜
❛ I see what you’re doing. ❜
❛ You don’t know what your talking about. ❜
❛ Jesus Christ, this is a hashtag. What the fuck!? ❜
❛ Is it me you were talking about? ❜
❛ I’m going to nap. ❜
❛ Did you… ask all your classmates to take care of me?  ❜
❛ Holy fuck, you’re a bad liar! ❜
❛ Huh? I’m a bad liar? ❜
❛ I’m the fucking master of lies! There’s no one who is a better liar than me! ❜
❛ You have no idea what I’ve gotten away with! ❜
❛ Well, tell me. What have you gotten away with? ❜
❛ I like seeing you laugh. ❜
❛ Had you seen me before that first… cuddle meeting? ❜
❛ You… you can buy them anywhere. ❜
❛ I was thinking to just maybe stay there for a while. ❜
❛ Just take it one day at a time. ❜
❛ You have to establish your social future. ❜
❛ We’re on our way to a party. ❜
❛ I can hear what you think. ❜
❛ I think it would be easier for you to spend time with people like yourself. ❜
❛ So, when do you finish today? ❜
❛ Why did you do that? ❜
❛ Why not? What is it that she/he wants? ❜
❛ Control me? How can she/he control me? ❜
❛ You’re fucking hot, _______! ❜
❛ I’ll give you a hint. ❜
❛ I don’t fucking know! Just tell me. ❜
❛  What, am I completely unattractive or what? ❜
❛ I’ll gladly volunteer if you want to fuck. ❜
❛ What the fuck did she/he mean by that? ❜
❛ Don’t be rude! ❜
❛ Who are you though? Are you, like a bouncer? ❜
❛ Why would I have your phone?! ❜
❛ They’re not even my shoes!  ❜

Pairing: Matt Cohen x Reader


Warnings: none

A/N: Whoooo! First Matt Cohen x Reader request EVER, I feel awesome! The R2M questions you guys asked but were not included in the fic will be answered soon! ALSO, those fanfic writers I referenced (From Con to Con is by @nerdyforyourbooks, Aria being one of the most PHENOMENAL smut writer EVER, you can find her on ao3) are AMAZING so do me a favour and go check out their stuff!

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Holy Ground

(gif credit to the creator)

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,229
Warnings: none
Song: Holy Ground - Taylor Swift
A/N: Italics are a flashback. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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Choke On This

A/N: Sometimes you listen to an emo classic and a fic just appears!

Warnings: A little on the violent side.

Hours had gone by and still, Spencer sat in silence, wondering whether to be worried or angry as he journeyed home. Four times already, he’d checked his phone to firstly make sure you hadn’t called but also to check his text telling you he was coming home that night. The message had sent and had even been received, but it remained unopened.

Taking the steps up to the apartment building entrance, Reid sidestepped a young man who was on his way out, thanking him for pushing the door hard enough to ensure it didn’t close before he got to it. The scent of stale cigarettes from the man’s clothes was abhorrent but Spencer took little notice with all the thoughts running through his mind.

Once outside your apartment door, though, the subtle but familiar smell wafted to his nostrils, confirming just which emotion he should be feeling. The door swung open silently as the usually calm doctor moved swiftly through the apartment like a strong gust of wind, bursting into the bedroom to see it for himself.

“What the fuck!?” exclaimed Spencer, taking in the sight of you still laying between the sheets, a look of panic on your face. “Are you serious!? In our bed?”

“Spencer…” you gasped, throwing back the duvet and leaping to your feet. You were trying to round the bed toward him but he had no desire for physical contact, backing away from you.

Half smoked cigarettes and you’re the trash that infests my sheets
Can’t make a wife out of a whore, don’t want your skin on me
And you’re, you’re addicted to the drug of lust
A detox in the cold sweat of shame
And I love your pain

“How long!?” he demanded, pushing your hands away from him as you reached out. “Something’s not been right for a while now. Has it been going on that long? Am I boring you?”

“No, I promise…” you pleaded but he wasn’t having it. “I love you… I just…”

“Just what?” he asked. “Go on!”

“I needed more,” you answered. “I needed it like it was when we first got together. When it was exciting. When we were fanatically in love.”

The look on Spencer’s face was of anger and confusion as he tried to rationalise what you’d just said. Why hadn’t you just said something? Why not just talk? Or was it that you needed that fix so much more than you needed him.

As all logic broke down and he struggled internally to process, something snapped in his mind and all conversation ended. A pair of hands reached forward, grabbing hold of your wrists and pushing you toward the bed. The first instinct was fear and the want to scream but when his lips pressed hard against yours, it was hard to argue. Your mind told you to resist him, but your body ignored it, allowing yourself to be bundled back into the bed.

So this love’s been worn down, like songs on a tape
The sex has lost all of its fun, like gum loses taste
And you’re, you’re addicted to the drug of lust,
A detox in the cold sweat of shame
And I love your pain

How were you supposed to react to what had happened? You were caught and you knew you were, guilt-ridden and upset but then came the best sex in your relationship since its inception. Laying beside him, still panting, you turned to look at him but he didn’t reciprocate the gaze.

“S-spencer?” you stuttered nervously, watching his chest rise and fall. “Do… do you remember when we first started dating? I thought you were this awesome, rockstar of a guy living a life I wanted to be part of. It was exciting, you were exciting. And you were the first person to ever make me feel like I was good for anyone. Do you remember what you said to me?”

“Mmm,” he grunted, still not looking at you.

“You told me that I was the first person that you’d been able to completely come out of your shell with…” you started but he cut you off.

“I lied.” Two words that cut so deeply considering how bluntly they were used.

“You… you what?” you asked, welling up and sitting up away from him.

“I lied. There were others,” explained Spencer.

“You’re just saying…” you began but were cut off again.

“Lila, Austin, Maeve… want me to keep listing?”

“Spencer, what are you doing?” you asked, confused as to why he would sleep with you again if he was going to be like this.

“Get out.” Two more words that hit you like a truck.


“Get out!” he screamed, his hand diving to the nightstand.

You didn’t even need to see it, you knew it was there. Moving quicker than you ever had before, you leapt from the sheets, grabbing up your clothes and running from the bedroom. The last thing you saw of him was his naked torso with an outstretched hand, fingers gripping the revolver.

With a pair of pants and a shirt on, you left behind everything, losing it all for an hour of pleasure once a week. When the door clicked closed behind you, your eyes travelled down to see the bunch of roses that had been dropped by the door mat.

I’m here back in your bed babe
Remember what you said to me
“You can be my James Dean, I’ll be your sweet queen”
I said that you were my first, but you weren’t even close now
Like a frame in a movie, you’re just one of many
Can you grant me one last wish
Play Russian roulette as we kiss
I’ll be your cheap novelty
Blow your brains out on me

Eight days. That was all that had passed when you tried to speak to him again, going to his apartment building with nothing but apologies and good intentions in mind. And yet, there you were. Standing on the pavement across the street as you watched him with her, walking along the street with the same red rose that he’d brought you on your first official date.

Turning, you watched out of the corner of your eye so he wouldn’t see you. The nervous churning in your stomach that had plagued you the entire way there had suddenly turned to an emptiness as you were cast aside, discarded for what you had done. Given time, would he even remember you?

I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns
I’d rather hurt someone than hurt myself
I’ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I’ll lose you somewhere on the shelf


Some absolutely phenomenal cosplays from Saturday at Indiana Comic Con!! I’m pretty sure this was the most crowded that the con has ever been but that didn’t put a damper on the overall experience! Had a blast and lots of laughs with @thejaratelady!

Shoulder To Shoulder

This is for those out there who know that Felicity Smoak is a badass. It was really fun writing this.

“Oh my god, Oliver. Are you okay?”

Oliver tried to roll over on the mat and a sharp pain went through his shoulder, keeping him on his back.

“Oliver…what is it?” She knelt down next to him.

“Uh…Felicity, I think you broke my shoulder.”

She instinctively reached out to touch him.

“No…” Oliver flinched away from her. “No Felicity, I’m okay. This isn’t my first broken bone. But I need to lay still and not move it.”

“Oliver, I’m sorry. Uh, I guess I did the throw right, yes?”

“Yeah, you did it right. But Felicity, when you’re in the real world, you can’t stop to see if your opponent is okay.”


“Felicity, if you’re going to be part of the team out in the field, you can’t show the enemy any concern or worry. They are most likely trying to kill you. There are no time outs. You keep them down and don’t let them get back up to fight. What’s the lesson?”

“If you have to fight, make sure your opponent can’t fight back,” Felicity recited to him.

“Right. If you take them out at the start, your chances of getting hurt or worse goes down. Just because I’ve trained you to be a weapon—and a very beautiful one by the way, doesn’t mean you still can’t get hurt.”

“Okay Oliver, I will make sure I kick ass and not let anyone get back up. Kind of like what I just did to you, huh?” She looked at his injury. “So, how can I help you with your shoulder?”

“I’m not doubting your abilities, Felicity. You are badass in so many ways. But will you call John? I need his strength to help pop my shoulder back in.”

Felicity leaned down and gently kissed him. “Okay hon, I’ll call him. Uh, does this mean I get my black belt today?”

“Yeah babe, whatever color you want?”


“Oliver, it’s alright. Just back trace the signal and put in your algorithm.”

Oliver was sitting at Felicity’s computer station. His left arm was in a sling, completely immobilized. Tonight’s mission is not one the team can postpone. Rene has spent week’s undercover setting up this buy from the new drug dealer in town who calls himself Band-Aid. The guy actually stresses the hyphen in his name. There are already six fatal overdoses from the crap he peddles. Tonight, Team Arrow is going to shut him down. After some serious convincing, mostly by Felicity, Oliver is going to stay in the Bunker with his broken shoulder and coordinate the mission via computer monitoring. He was going to be Overwatch tonight.

He felt the irony of his new temporary position. Oliver is dead sure he could never measure up to Felicity’s skills on a computer, not even after just a few months of training from her. But now that Curtis and Paul had reconciled and were off on a second honeymoon, and because Oliver would be an impediment for the team in the field with his injury, there is no one else to step into the Overwatch job. The team needs Felicity with them tonight because of his absence in the lineup. Felicity assured him that he would be fine. He is a quick study, she reminded him. It isn’t like he has to hack into FBI or CIA databases. He only needs to monitor their coms and watch their backs. Piece of cake.

After the Lian Yu incident last year, Felicity asked Oliver to train her in more advanced hand to hand fighting skills. In return, she would teach him the fine art of hacking into street cameras and basic algorithm entries. Oliver at first declined the computer training. His place was in the field, not behind a computer. But Felicity convinced him that training each other in their respective fields would only enhance the team, and each other… so quid pro quid.

“Oliver,”  Felicity’s voice broke through his reflections. “You’re not paying attention. You didn’t check for discrepancies in the signal. If one gets in, the whole com program will crash. We’ll be deaf and blind in the field.”

“Sorry. But Felicity, I’ve never been any good at math. I’m surprised I’ve learned this much.”

“Oliver, remember our deal. You turn me into Bruce Lee and I give you the skills to hack the world. You need to trust me.”

“Felicity, I do trust you. But honey, you went to MIT. You’ve been building computers since you were seven. I learned my skills by a madman on an island with landmines. Getting me to balance brute force with intellectual finesse is like teaching a brick layer with broken fingers how to perform brain surgery.”

“Nice honey,” Felicity smiled in response. “But witty analogies won’t save the day. You need to be spot on with intel tonight. Just stay focused. You’ll do fine.”

Oliver nodded and went back into the computer. After a few calculations, the signal trace clicked into place. He entered the alignment algorithm Felicity wrote and Oliver was up and running.

“Nice job,” Felicity said to him. “I’ll make a decent hacker out of you yet.”

Oliver smiled. “Okay, I’m ready to do this. Felicity, you be careful out there tonight. This is real world stuff with no restraint and no mats to fall on. Be strong, remember to breathe and…kick some ass.”

Felicity kissed him. “Thank you for believing in me.” We’re going to nail this son of a bitch tonight.”

“I love you honey,” Oliver told her.

Felicity bowed to her Sensei, gave the traditional fist into open palm salute and a quick wink to Oliver. “I love you too.”


“Hey sweetheart,” one of Band-Aid’s men addressed Felicity as he came into the alley were she was positioned. “Aren’t you the sexy one? It’s going to be a real shame hurtin’ that beautiful body of yours. But wow, you look really good in black, skin-tight…whatever that is you’re wearing.”

“Felicity,” Oliver spoke from the com piece in her ear. “He’s alone, according to the street cameras. Wait for backup. John is two minutes away.”

“Oliver, what am I supposed to do, make this guy a cup of coffee? I got this.”

“Who you talkin’ to, honey,” the criminal asked her? “Sayin’ a prayer, I hope.”

Felicity kept silent. It was another lesson Oliver taught her. Don’t engage in conversation with your opponent. It takes away your focus.

Felicity’s silence was beginning to annoy her opponent. “Nothing to say? That’s good. I don’t like my women talkin’ when I’m beating on ‘em.”

“I’m not your woman,” Felicity said to him.

The man suddenly moved forward with decent speed. But Felicity was ready. At his first movement, she pivoted her hips and executed a textbook spinning back kick. The man’s momentum and Felicity’s left foot met at the same time. She heard his nose break and then the bad guy dropped to the ground, unconscious before he landed.

Diggle suddenly appeared at the other end of the alley. “Felicity…are you…” He stopped talking as he saw the man on the ground at her feet. “Oliver,” he resumed. “Uh…she’s got this. The bad guy is down and out of the game.” He looked at Felicity and pride was shining in his eyes. “Good work, Felicity.”

“Felicity,” Oliver spoke in her ear again. “Are you okay?”

“Will you two stop it, I’m fine. And if I wasn’t, it would sort of be your fault, Oliver. You did train me, after all.”

“How…Felicity, what technique did you use,” Oliver asked her?

“I used a spinning back kick, honey. I always enjoyed watching you do those. If felt awesome.”

“Felicity…I’m reading…uh, I think it’s a heat signature. It’s behind…”

“Felicity!” John called out, “Behind you…”

It felt like the world suddenly crashed down on Felicity. Another bad guy was lurking in the shadows and stepped out. He brought an asp down on her left shoulder and then on the back of her head.

Darkness took Felicity to the ground.


The next night, Oliver and Felicity were in the Bunker, both of them sitting shoulder to shoulder in front of her computers.

“Oliver, reading that heat signature on the guy who knocked me out last night was at the same skill level as me taking my opponent out. It was an advanced move. I’m proud of you.”

Oliver turned to her and his shoulder cried out in protest. “Ahh…damn. Uh, thanks honey. I will never be as good as you on this thing. That reading…well, it could have been a rat or an alley cat. I took too long…” He sighed. “You got hurt, Felicity.”

Felicity turned to face him. Her arm moved in its sling and pain shot through her shoulder. “Ow!…son of a bitch.” She took a deep breath. “Oliver, it’s okay. John was there. I had backup. I…lost my focus patting myself on the back for being a badass. I should have waited for you to give us the all clear signal.”

“Felicity, in spite of that other guy who clocked you, you were awesome last night. You made me proud, honey. I felt like I was there with you. I will be you’re backup anytime.”

“Oliver, you were there, when my foot connected with that creep’s face.”

“Well, I’m still proud of you.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Computer man.”

Both to them smiled at each other with pride and love in their eyes.

“By the way, how long does it take a broken shoulder to heal,” she asked him?

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rapture [M] // JIMIN

summary - you didn’t know what you expected when you made a deal with the heartthrob every girl on campus was longing for, Park Jimin - it wasn’t the situation you found yourself in, that’s for sure.

word count - 4.3k

genre - mostly angst, fluffy ending

warnings - mature language, implied sexual intercourse

Originally posted by 9taefox

“I have nothing to apologise for.” Jimin’s voice was cold, his eyes studying your slumped figure sitting on your bed. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how he was capable of being so cruel, shocking you with his confession this morning.

You were supposed to be in class right now, but when Jimin, heartthrob No. 1 entered your room at 7am after what you had to witness yesterday, that was all you could think about.

“What do you mean you have nothing to apologise for? You broke his fucking nose, Park!”

“Do you think I did that for fun, Y/N? I was protecting you and all you can do is keep going with this-this…whatever this is!”

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Slut (Evan Hansen X Kleinman!Reader)

TW; Swearing, heavy bullying, a lot of crying, KIND OF FAT SHAMING I FEEL HORRIBLE, mentions suicide :<

AN; Slight Connor x Reader at end, dolls. This was really hard to write because it says some really mean things. I almost cried. aaaaand sorry this took so long, I’ve had a less than okay but not bad week. xoxo

WC; i dunno anymore lmao

You held Evan’s hand as you walked through the hallway, your small group of friends behind you guys. People didn’t dare mess with you when they were around. Everyone knew they would make a scene and probably start a fight. So people made fun of you when they weren’t around.

“Guys, do you have any plans this weekend?” Jared said, looking between you all.

“Not really,” Evan smiled, squeezing your hand.

“Nope.” Connor mumbled, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Well Zoe and I were going to have a sleepover and do our homework, but you guys can totally join if you’d like!” Alana cheered, Zoe nodding at her words.

“Sure, as long as it doesn’t turn into some weird orgy.” Connor added, pointing at you and Evan.

“Awe, c’mon Connor!” Jared yelled, “You’d tap this!” Jared hit his own ass and ran ahead a few steps. Connor shook his head with a chuckle.

“I-I’m up for it!” Evan added, smiling.

“Eww! Evan’s up for an orgy!” Zoe cried, laughing.

Everyone laughed except for Evan, who was embarrassed mess.

“We could have the sleepover at our house.” You said, glancing at Jared.

“Hell yeah!” Jared cried, already thinking of Just Dance and junk food.

“Hey pricks, this is where we all split up.” Connor added, waving goodbye.

“Love you, (Y/N).” Evan whispered when he kissed your cheek and turned into his classroom with Jared and Connor behind him.

“Bye tree lady!” Jared yelled with a laugh as he stepped into the class.

Alana and Zoe waved goodbye as they turned a corner, heading towards their class as well. Your attitude completely changed as soon as you were all alone. You wrung your hands and looked down, heading to your class on the other side of the building. People were whispering as you quietly shuffled down the hallway. You could tell they were talking about you because everyone craned their necks to watch you go by. Some people even pointed and laughed. Your chest felt heavy as you sped up and suddenly tripped in the middle of the hallway, landing in front of a group of bullies.

You stared at the ground with wide eyes, refusing to look up. You hair was shielding your face, but everyone could tell you were scared. You knew who was in front of you, and you didn’t want to deal with this on a Friday. This was the one girl who knew not only how to break you, but shatter you.

Your hair was pulled up aggressively, making you look up at the girl in front of you. Anxiety swelled in your chest, and it was hard to breathe suddenly.

“So, the little slut likes to sleep with my boyfriend?” The girl grinned like the Cheshire cat, leaning down slightly.

“N-No, I would never-” You stuttered, earning a tug on your hair. The girl pulled you by your hair, making you stand up to your feet slowly.

“Oh yeah? Then why does he know everything about your body and the way you moan?” The girl growled, getting really close to you. The girl let go of you, but the circle that had formed around you three blocked you from leaving. A boy stepped up next to her and took one menacing glance at you.

“This slut? Oh yeah!” The boy laughed, his eyes dark. “She had no dignity, and she practically rode me until I broke! She had stretch marks and fat rolls all over! She screamed for me, and she was so fucking loud!”

Tears had started to streamed down your face as you stared at this boy you had never even seen before. Why were people so cruel?

“That’s i-impossible, I was w-with my boyfriend l-last night.” You whispered, holding back a sob as people whispered, called you names, and even spat on you. You were with Evan last night, and all of your friends new that too.

“Boyfriend? We all know that your ‘boyfriend’ is only dating you because he would be forever alone otherwise. Don’t even get me started on your dumb fucking friends.” The girl spat, shoving you backwards. You landed at the feet of the girl’s best friend, and she dumped a huge bottle of red koolaid on your head. Your white shirt turned see through and stained. Your bra was visible, and people were screeching with laughter. A sob erupted through your mouth as you stood up and shoved past through the circle around you.

You sprinted through the hallways, dripping red koolaid and tears. You stumbled a few times, but kept going. You ran past a group of familiar people, and they all called your name as you ran by. You didn’t stop running until you reached your house, slamming the door open and wheezing for air.

You ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut and locking it. You threw your backpack against the wall and flung yourself into your bed. You sobbed so hard that your whole body hurt. You felt horrible and embarrassed. Your phone buzzed and you looked up slightly, hoping it was Evan or Jared texting you.

No, someone had just tagged you in a video of the whole incident on Facebook. You let out a yell and threw the phone against the wall, pulling on your hair and letting your body shake with sobs. Your phone shattered as you heard a car screech into the driveway. You rocked yourself and shook for what seemed like forever. You hadn’t noticed your door handle jingling or the people calling your name.You didn’t even look up as Jared and Evan bursted into the room.

Your eyes were still squeezed shut when Evan held you in his arms, and Jared was trying to talk to you. You opened your eyes in time to see Connor dragging Jared out of the room, trying to show him the video.

Everyone was extremely worried, and they had every right to be. You had refused to tell anyone why you had tried to take your life only a year ago, before they all knew you. Jared was there, but you didn’t get along well that year, for some reason. So now they all took it as their responsibility to protect you, and make sure that never happened again.

Evan ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand gently holding your face.

“How long has this been happening? How long have they been– been..” Evan whispered, not wanting to hear the answer.

“S-Since Freshman y-year.” You hiccuped, watching Evan’s eyes scan you with realization.

“Is-is that why you would always come home with bruises? Is that why you–?” Evans eyes watered and his voice broke, he didn’t understand how people could do this to someone like you. You nodded, silent tears dripping off your face.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Evan cried, pulling you into his arms. Evan cried into your hair, wishing he could go back and help you. He wished you told him, but he wasn’t going to say that. He knew if he said that he’d be putting the blame on you. You heard someone yelling angrily downstairs, and you slowly pulled yourself out of Evans embrace.

Your door was busted open and a fuming Jared stormed it. He angrily hugged you, holding you tightly. “I swear I will kill them, (y/n).” Jared growled.

“Nobody messes with the Kleinman twins.” You heard Connor say, earning a concerned laugh from Zoe and Alana.

“Are you okay, (y/n/n)?” You heard Alana ask, stepping forward. You nodded and laughed, wiping a tear from your eyes.

“M-Much better, now that you’re all here.” You whispered, earning a hug from Evan. Jared backed away and paced angrily, his hands angrily pulling his hair.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, they’re so– so- ugh!” Jared yelled loudly, sitting down with tears in his eyes.

Connor stepped forward and sat next to you, setting his hand on yours.

“Hey, I- We won’t let anybody touch you anymore.” Connor said softly, his face pink. “Don’t worry about those pricks anymore, okay?”

Connor smiled, which was rare. Your eyes were wide and you smiled, nodding.

“Thanks, guys. You’re all awesome.” You whispered, pulling your hand away from Connor’s to wipe your tears. Evan pulled you closer to him, and you noticed Jared was crying angrily. He had realized that this had been going on for a long time, and that this was why you probably tried to take your own life.

“I am seriously beating the shit out of everyone who has ever laughed at you, (Y/N).” Jared mumbled, wiping a tear from his eye.


I was tagged by @goodness-gracious-great-balls-of to post 3 pics of yourself: 1 from 7 years ago, 1 from 3 years ago, and 1 from this year! 🌵🌵🌵just to see how much you’ve changed 

 it took me 7 years but I finally got cute lmaooo thank every single god and it’s weird seeing my hair down to my shoulders?? past me was wild 

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One Night In Seoul // Jackson Wang ft. BamBam

Originally posted by 85milk

Pairing: Jackson x Reader (featuring BamBam as readers friend)

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: Bambam’s friend has a concert so Bambam decided to bring Jackson with him. Y/N and Jackson meet for the first time and go hook up in Y/n apartment. 

A/N: Just as a side note, if any of my readers ever decide to have a one night stand with anyone, please always try to remember to use a condom ^^ Safe sex with strangers is the best kind of sex!

“What kind of band did you say she was in again?” Jackson asked BamBam as he sat down at the table with him.

“It’s like, heavy pop-rock. But they’re really good live, and (Y/N) is an unbelievable singer. Like I said – I met up with her yesterday for a catch-up after not seeing her in years, and she gave me two free tickets to their show. Plus, we can hang out with her and her band afterwards.  So, obviously I’m gonna go…” BamBam, explained as he placed the two tickets on the table.

“So…do you wanna come with me?” BamBam asked Jackson, pouting cutely and batting his eyelashes at him. Jackson threw his head back, yawning and pretending to make a fuss out of being BamBam’s last hope, before he shot his head back upright and smiled.

“Sure, I’ll go with you. Does she know much about GOT7?” he asked, whipping out his phone to Google your band to find out more information.

“Yeah, she loves GOT7! She really wanted to meet all of us but because she’s only here for 2 nights in Seoul and pretty much everyone is busy, it was just bad timing” BamBam sighed. He had promised you that you would be able to meet his group when you came here on tour, but it turned out that it was physically impossible seeing as everyone had plans except for Jackson and himself. Jackson scrolled through the internet on his phone, looking at various pictures and videos taken from last nights show in Seoul. He widened his eyes at a close up shot of you, dressed in the tightest black leather pants he had ever seen, along with a ripped Nirvana t-shirt with your hair falling around your shoulders as you closed your eyes and sang into the mic. He couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive.

“She looks pretty cool, and their music is good too. When are we leaving?” Jackson asked suddenly, making BamBam’s eyes light up.

“So you’ll go with me?!” he practically jumped out of his chair and hugged him as Jackson began laughing and trying his best to push him off.

“Yes! I’ll go with you, but if this is some kind of rock gig, then you’re gonna need to help me pick out something to wear…” Jackson looked at his younger friend seriously.

“…Jackson…all of your clothes are black. You’ll fit right in” BamBam patted Jacksons shoulder, both of them laughing at BamBams backhanded diss before they began to get ready for the gig.

You and your band had been on your first world tour for the past 10 months. Korea was the last stop in the Asian leg of the tour before you all headed off to Europe , so you wanted to make the last night in Seoul go out with a bang. It had been a while since you last seen BamBam so when  you found out that your band would definitely be going to Seoul, you contacted him immediately to see if you could hang out with him – to which he said he would love to. But since both of your schedules were so hectic, it proved to be difficult to get to meet him and his group too – so you settled with being able to give him 2 free tickets to the show and catching up with him after words.

“I hope he was able to get to the VIP box without any trouble” you said to your guitarist as you all stood at the wings of the stage, looking out at a crowd of about 600 people who were ready to have a good time. Upon looking up at the VIP box, you smiled from ear to ear as you seen BamBam and another guy standing and resting their arms over the railings.

“Looks like they had no problems! Ready (Y/N)?” Peter said, before running out on to the stage and the crowd going absolutely crazy. Hearing them scream gave you a massive boost of energy, as you joined the rest of your band on stage.

You began the set with your opening track, all of you going hard and giving the best performances of your life as you could literally feel the crowds energy being fed into your body as if you were hooked up to an IV. You didn’t know much Korean, but you knew simple words and phrases to communicate with the audience to get you by. Song after song, you gave it your all; every so often looking up to the VIP box and waving at BamBam and who you presumed to be another member of GOT7, seeing them wave back at you as they had their own private party, dancing and jumping around to the music.

“Thank you so much Seoul! You guys were awesome! See you next year when we’re back alright?! Kamsahamnidaaaaa! Annyeonghi jumuseyoooo!” you shouted into the crowd as the gig ended. The roars of the crowd faded as you made your way backstage, sweaty and feeling slightly tired as you put your towel around your neck. You entered your dressing room to pull out your phone and text BamBam, letting him know where to go and who to show his passes to, before lightly touching up your makeup in your vanity mirror.

“So we’re going backstage now?” Jackson asked BamBam as they descended the flight of stairs from the VIP box towards the stage doors.

“Yeah, she said to knock these doors and wait for the bouncer to come so we can show him our passes” BamBam replied, before knocking the door and waiting patiently as they watched the hall beginning to empty of sweaty, tired fans.

“She’s so energetic right? This was the first time for me to see her live. She’s so cool~” BamBam openly began fan-boying, Jackson immediately joining in.

“I couldn’t believe it! And she’s sexy too – she could be an idol if she wanted to!” he said enthusiastically as BamBam playfully smacked him on his shoulder.

“Hey, no perving on my friend!” he shouted, before the doors opened to reveal not a bouncer, but you.

“Surprise!” you shouted, as BamBam and Jackson turned around to see you standing there with your arms wide open. BamBam screamed and threw himself around you before picking you up and spinning you around.

“You were so amazing (Y/N)! That was so fucking cool okay? Ahhhh I’m your biggest fan boy” BamBam giggled as he jumped up and down in jest, making your sides ache with laughter. It was then you remembered his friend who was standing next to him awkwardly, not sure what to do as you both accidently made him the third wheel of the conversation.

“Oi Bam! Don’t be so rude and leave your friend out. Who’s this?” you teased, looking up at his handsome friend and smiling at him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his striking features, his well built arms which were on show and his deep, alluring brown eyes. Jackson was at a loss for words, taking in your presence, looking at how your tight pants hugged you in all the right places.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! This is Jackson! He’s our rapper in GOT7 and he’s from Hong Kong but don’t worry he speaks English too” BamBam put his hand to the small of Jackson’s back, ushering him forward.

“And I already know who you are, your fanboy didn’t stop talking about you all night” Jackson smirked, holding out his hand to shake yours. You giggled at his remark, before pushing his hand aside and pulling him into a hug.

“I don’t do shaking hands, come here you” you said as you hugged him tightly, as if you were both long time friends. Jackson was taken aback slightly, before reminding himself that you were probably used to hugging your fans back in the west. He gladly returned your hug, feeling your breasts press against his firm chest as well as the heat radiating from your body from being on stage for the past 2 hours. You took in the scent of his expensive cologne, your face in the crook of his neck as your hands pressed on his shoulder blades for support, standing on your toes to reach up to him.

“I apologise if I’m all sweaty and gross” you moaned lightly as you broke the hug, however Jackson couldn’t care less as all he could think about was your body, the softness of your voice and how you smiled at him. You locked eyes with him, a little longer than just a passing glance as you could have sworn you saw something dark lingering in his intense stare. You giggled softly, before turning back to BamBam.

“Alright so – here’s the plan. Let’s go and meet the rest of my guys, and then if it’s okay with you both, I thought we could just chill out in my hotel room, order some drink and food and just talk about whatever? I’m kinda too tired to go out anywhere right now ahhh” you sighed, rubbing your neck and hoping they were down for a chill evening.

“Sure that sounds good to me” Jackson said without hesitation, BamBam nodding in agreement as you screamed joyfully on the inside.

“Awesome – shall we?” you said, opening the door and waiting for them to go through. BamBam walked ahead, before Jackson stood directly behind you, taking the door from you and holding it open, making you look back at how close his body was to yours.

“Ladies first” he winked, giving you a cheeky smile. You scoffed at his cheesiness, as you raised your eyebrows and walked ahead. Jacksons eyes fell to your very lovely derrière, examining the very clear outline of your thong as he watched you strut in front of him. He bit his lip, before following you and BamBam backstage.

BamBam and Jackson both met and talked with your band for a while, before you told your members that you were going to hang out with them for the night. Your band were going to some bar to drink and celebrate the successful gig, so you all went your separate ways before you, BamBam and Jackson made your way to your hotel in your managers car.

“We’re not famous enough yet to stay in The Hilton, so this will just have to do for now” you joked as all three of you walked into your hotel room. The hotel wasn’t as fancy as others, but your room was large nonetheless, with ivory walls and a plush red carpet. BamBam went straight for your king size bed, throwing himself on to it and groaning at how comfortable it was. You and Jackson both burst out laughing at him as you took your shoes off before plopping yourself on to the couch.

“Alright you two, go ahead and order a bunch of food and whatever alcohol you guys want – I’m gonna get a quick shower because I’m kinda a hot mess right now” you chuckled as you pulled your jacket off, leaving you in your Good Charlotte tank top.

“Good Charlotte…is that a western brand of clothing?” Jackson asked as he approached you. He found it impossible to look away from your breasts, seeing your black bra very clearly underneath the thin white shirt, so he made an excuse to look without looking like a complete creep. You began laughing again, before standing up right in front of Jackson, your bodies but a few inches away from each other.

“Good Charlotte is a rock band from the US dear~” you said softly to him, cocking your head and flashing him a teasing glace. Jackson felt his ears go red as he watched you pull out a pair of what he presumed to be black pyjama shorts, noticing that they were just that. Short.

“Okay, I’m off for my shower.” You called out as you went into the bathroom.

Jackson and BamBam ordered a tonne of food and drink from the room service menu as they waited for you to finish your shower. They both talked and recalled different parts of the gig, before BamBam lowered his voice and looked at Jackson seriously.

“Sooo…you and (Y/N)?” he said, raising his eyebrows up and down, giving Jackson a shit eating grin. Jackson scoffed, rolling his eyes in the process while shoving BamBam away.

“Me and (Y/N) what exactly?” Jackson said coyly, playing dumb on purpose. BamBam knew that you were exactly Jackson’s type and the sexual tension between you both was pretty intense.

“Oh, nothing.” BamBam said in a sing song voice, before they both heard knocking at the door. Jackson jumped up, before opening it and helping the room service guy wheel the huge tray of food and alcohol into the room, before thanking him and closing the door behind him.

You finished your shower, drying yourself off and slipping into a clean thong, your pyjama shorts and throwing on your bands own hoodie before returning to the boys to see the mountain of food sat in the living area of the room.

“Holy shit you guys…you better eat and drink all of this…” you widened your eyes at them as they laughed and began dishing out the food. You hooked up your iPod to your speakers, putting your music on shuffle as background noise before sitting down on the sofa beside Jackson, BamBam on the chair in front of you both as you all tucked into your food and alcohol, chatting and catching up.

The food proved to be too much for you, as you admitted defeat and just stuck to sipping on your soju as the two boys practically inhaled the rest of the food. You could feel yourself getting kind of tipsy, as you noticed BamBam was pretty much as drunk as he could possibly be – Jackson just happily buzzed from his beer as you all continued to talk and have a good time.

Before long, you both had to put BamBam to bed on the sofa as he had quite literally just fell asleep, making Jackson shake his head as you grabbed a pillow and the comforter from the bed to put around him.

“He always does this; I swear he can’t drink to save his life. You’re pretty good though” Jackson smiled as he watched you sloppily tuck BamBam in, making sure he was somewhat comfortable. Jackson watched you as you bent over, feasting his eyes on the bottom of your bum cheeks and the small space between your legs from behind. It was then he felt himself becoming semi-hard in his pants, his intoxicated high fuelling his arousal even more. Little did he know, that you had bent over in front of him on purpose, your mind filled with liquid courage as you stood up and turned around to Jackson, smiling sweetly at him and looking in towards the bedroom.

“Do you wanna go in there and talk so we don’t wake him?” you asked innocently, even though you both knew that a bomb could go off and it wouldn’t wake BamBam from his drunken slumber. Jackson smirked before nodding at you and lifting his beer as he walked over to the door, opening it and looking back at you.

“Ladies first~” he said for the second time that night as you sneered playfully at him, watching his drunken gaze following your every move. You meandered towards the bed with your bottle of soju before turning around and falling on to it, spreading your body out over the sheets as Jackson closed the door and leant against it. He looked at the way your body sank into the plush bedding, the soft tone of your voice as you giggled gently in your tipsy state. He licked his lips, suddenly feeling a bit nervous as you raised your head to look at him.

“Are you gonna stand there all night or are you going to come over here and join me?” you lightly slurred while looking up at Jackson, giving him the ultimate ‘come hither’ eyes as you felt the sexual tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jackson gulped, smirking at you before trailing his eyes along the ground and falling down on the bed beside you. He was nervous on the inside, even with the alcohol – but his arousal was spurring him on even more so now that you had instigated him. You were a confident girl, and it had been too long on the road since you had been intimate with someone.

Jackson lay beside you, giggling and joking along with you, listening to your silly intoxicated words. He noticed how your eyes kept falling to his lips, watching them move as he spoke. He examined the way your womanly curves lined the bed sheets as you lay on your side facing him, the way the bottom of your hoodie rode up a bit to reveal your hip just above your shorts and your smooth legs brushing against his jeans.

“Tonight’s been so fun~ I miss having good conversation with strangers” you fluttered your eyelashes at him, brushing your hand against his chest. Jackson looked at you coyly, putting his hand on top of yours – his skin hot to the touch.

“Are you flirting with me (Y/N)?” he asked in jest, biting his lip and making you open your mouth in shock.

“Me?! Flirt? I would never~” you giggled, turning over and facing away from him.

“Fine! I’ll just go to sleep and stop flirting with you if you hate it that much. Goodnight Jackson~” you called out softy before dimming the light on the bedside table leaving the room in a soft hue.

It was then you felt Jackson move right up behind you, his hands immediately going for your hips and wandering over your stomach, pulling you closer and grinding his hips into your ass. You suddenly forgot how to breathe under his touch.

“I didn’t say I hated your flirting, I just hate that you’re not doing anything about it” he purred into your ear before leaving open mouthed, damp kisses along the sensitive skin on your neck. You turned around to face him, the smell of liquor on his breath as you placed your mouth on his, kissing him softly and feeling his hands travelling around your back and eventually cupping your ass as he squeezed it to the rhythm of your kiss. You reached for his shirt, feeling his hard abs underneath it and wanting more access to his stomach.

“Take this off” you murmured through the kiss, making Jackson smile at your orders, before he leaned back and slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor before watching your eyes light up at his physique, feeding his ego in return. You pushed him down on to the bed before straddling him, this time giving him small kisses on his neck and along his collarbone.

“Your turn sweetheart” Jackson breathed as he hooked his fingers around the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it up and watching you as you let it fall to the floor, realising that you didn’t have a bra on as he felt himself getting insanely hard at your perky breasts while you teased him, rolling your hips into his and cupping your chest as you bit your lip and gave him your sultry bedroom eyes. He groaned at the friction you were creating, his hands primitively placing themselves on your hips as you moved. You shimmied down his thighs before leaning over his body, kissing down his chest and stopping at his left nipple, swirling your tongue around his small, hardened bud and looking at his face to see his reactions. He moaned quietly as you took it in your mouth, trapping it gently in between your teeth before placing gentle kisses around it. You continued south, coming to his jeans. As you kissed through the valley of his toned stomach and stopped at his hips, you began unbuttoning him, feeling his rock hard member pulsating through the thick fabric. It was like unwrapping a gift as you helped him pull his jeans and boxers down in one go. Jackson kicked them off as he watched your eyes linger over this impressive manhood, not wasting any time before you let your built up saliva pool around the tip, taking him in your hand and pumping him slowly from the base. Jackson threw his head back as he moved his hips to meet your hand in search of more pleasure.

“Feel good huh?” you cooed, watching his body tremble under your grip as he tugged at the covers around him in sheer pleasure. You slowed your movements before completely removing your hand. Jackson winced at the sudden loss of contact, but as soon as he seen you removing your shorts to leave you in nothing but a red thong, he shimmied himself up in the bed, resting his back against the pillows while pleasuring himself at the sight of you.

“Come here baby, fuck you’re so hot…” he moaned as he loosely pumped himself up and down. You giggled at his reaction, before getting on your hands and knees and crawling over to him, straddling him once more. Jackson put his hand between your bodies and pushed your thong to the side, running his fingers through your folds which were already soaking wet, making you moan as he fingered you relentlessly.

“I want you inside of me Jackson” you moaned, pinching your nipples and looking him straight in his eyes as he bit his lip hard in response to your words. You repositioned yourself over him, leaving his tip just brushing your entrance as Jackson flickered his eyes to you, looking for permission. Without any warning, you slid yourself down on him, your tight walls taking in his thickness inch by inch. Jackson held his breath as he looked down, watching himself disappear inside of you and feeling pure ecstasy as you began to bounce gently up and down on him. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he watched the beautiful movement of your breasts along with your body, your soft mewls leaving your lips as he grazed your bundle of nerves inside you over and over.He began pulling your hips forward, faster and faster; making you grind down on him harder as you felt the natural friction of his body on yours massage your throbbing clit. Streams of profanities left both of your mouths as you raced towards your highs, Jackson trying with all his might to not finish before you.

“I’m…I’m g-gonna cum” you moaned loudly, his name falling out of your mouth over and over like a mantra as your body tensed and you came hard around his cock, your sweet nectar dripping down both of you slowly as your muscles expanded and contracted. Jackson was nearly there, before you felt him squirm underneath you.

“Fuck I need to pull out, I’m gonna cum, fuck” he moaned loudly. You chuckled, placing your hands on his chest.

“Cum inside me, I’m on the pill don’t worry” you replied gently, as you picked up your pace and rode him hard, making him moan over and over. Jackson widened his eyes as his entire body shook in the wake of his orgasm, hitting him like a tsunami as it washed through him. You felt his member twitch inside of you as his warm seed mixed with your juices. You found out that Jackson was quite vocal during his high, as he moaned deeply, his voice getting a little higher on each drawn out breath. You slowed your movements, both of you looking each other in the eye, before you gently took him out of you and rolled beside him, still feeling the remains of him between your legs. You kissed him on the cheek, but that wasn’t enough for Jackson as he pulled you in closer to administer another passionate kiss to your lips. You knew this was dangerous; kissing you so lovingly when it was just a one night stand. You pulled back, smiling shyly at him – much to his disappointment. Jackson sensed your hesitancy, before cupping your cheek and moving his face closer to yours.

“Sorry…I just…it’s gonna sound stupid but I’ve…never came inside anyone before and that felt amazing” he chuckled, lowering his eyes as you giggled back at him. You pinched his cheek, admiring how beautiful he looked as he smiled, before you got up and wrapped your dressing gown around you.

“I’m gonna take a shower – i’ll be back soon” you said as you quietly stepped out of the room.

Jackson lay there, recounting what had just happened and silently cursing himself for developing some kind of feelings for you. He had only known you for the past 8 hours, making him feel even more crazy. You were leaving Seoul tomorrow, so surely this couldn’t work. He tossed and turned in your bed, pulling the covers up around him before eventually being able to fall asleep.

You returned to the bedroom, seeing Jackson completely passed out and soft snores falling from his mouth. You chuckled silently, before getting in beside him – making sure you didn’t wake him up, as you nuzzled in behind him. You knew this was a one night thing that you had done a few times before on the road, but why did it feel different with him? You scolded yourself for catching feelings so quickly. Why was he different? You breathed in his natural scent – finding it strangely calming as it lulled you into a deep sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open the next morning to see the soft sunlight coming through your windows. You felt the all too familiar ache in your head that you always got from drinking, as you stretched out your body, only to find that Jackson wasn’t there. You sat up suddenly, realising that he was gone.

“Wow.” You said to yourself. You couldn’t help but feel sad. You thought that he wouldn’t be the type to just get up and leave the next morning, especially after you had felt something completely different after sex. You reached to the floor, fumbling for your phone to see that BamBam had sent you a message early this morning.

From: Bam

(Y/N), we had to leave early because our groups leader had to be rushed to hospital with pains in his back. We didn’t wanna wake you because you seemed so tired. I’m sorry that we didn’t get to say goodbye properly, but don’t worry. It doesn’t have to be goodbye forever. Next time we’re all in the same place, let’s hang out again. Sorry for falling asleep >_< Can’t wait to see you again. B x

You furrowed your eyebrows. BamBam wouldn’t lie to you, and you knew that. But you couldn’t help feeling sorry for yourself.

“I didn’t even get his number” you chuckled, thinking that you had really lucked out with Jackson. You pulled yourself to the side of your bed, when you noticed a glass of water, two aspirin and a note sitting on the bedside locker. You cocked your head to the side, reaching over and picking up the paper, before you smiled so much you thought your cheeks would hurt.


I’m sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye. It really hurt me to do that and I hope you believe me. Last night was…one of the best nights I’ve had in a very long time – for more than the reason you think. I know you’re probably the type of person to not catch feelings for someone so quickly, but sadly – I am not. I know it’s crazy, but I feel something for you. And I wish you didn’t have to leave today.

I’ve left some painkillers for you – you probably need them :P And I’ve also left my number on the other side of this letter. If you feel the same way that I’m feeling about you, then…please contact me and we will work something out. Don’t forget about me too quickly, alright?

Jackson x”

Return of [Reason]- Tears and Reunions

(This takes place before ‘Love and Hate’ but i finished the other one first so hahahaaa… *Nervous laugh* 

Thank you to everyone who liked and re-blogged ‘Love and Hate’! you guys are awesome!!)

(Ro[R]- Healing and Uncertainty)

They were kneeling there on a skyscraper, His head buried in her left shoulder, his hands gripping her upper arms; [2B] could only hold his shoulders to support him up as [9S’s] sobbing turned into wailing.

She had no idea her [Death] would affect him like this… but then again… she should of know… because she had Lost him [Killed him] so many times before, each time [Hurting more] than the last.

There was a sudden lull in his cries as she felt his weight pushing against her and the next thing she knew she was laying on the ground with him [Straddling] her, his arms on her chest, his hands gripping the sides of her face, and his head hovering over just below her chin.

“Why… why did you leave me?!” he shouted.

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anonymous asked:

I hope I'm not bothering or anything... I'm asking some fandom writers around because you guys are awesome! So, if you were given the chance to rewrite SLBP's MC, what kind of personality will you give her?

Oh hey friend, not bothered at all! I actually just noticed this since I’m messing around with some themes for the blog again, so I figured I’d go ahead and answer this.

But I mean like… I guess I can go over a couple things? Or something LOL

Y’all might be surprised by this considering I’ve had plenty of criticisms over MC in the past, but I don’t think the base of her character is actually that bad–my problem is really with the execution of it and how that comes off to the reader. Do I think there are way more interesting types of MCs to write about in this type of setting? Yeah, of course. But I don’t think it’d be too hard to make the current MC decent with some proper adjustments.

  1. MC can be common, but she shouldn’t be “special”. What I mean by this is that she is never held to the same standards as the women around her are. I feel like I’ve definitely said this before, but it’s kind of annoying when she gets so much special treatment, yet the other women in the story are held to the same expectations that women of that era were–noble ladies don’t have a choice in their marriage, whereas common women don’t marry samurai (lest they were, y’know… executed for having bastards). MC also suffers really hard from “I’m not like other girls” syndrome and it makes me roll my eyes so hard lmfao. (Especially because all the love interests really like to reassure her of that… Like how many times have I read, “I’ve never met a woman like you before”? Come on, y’all). Also please hold her responsible for all her actions please and thank you.
  2. Let!!! MC!!! Learn new shit!!! OH GOD, I JUST… IT KILLS ME THAT MC NEVER REALLY HAS TO ADJUST TO THE NEW WORLD SHE’S IN WELL MOST OF THE TIME. Especially since she’s essentially becoming a noblewoman by marrying into a samurai house, like I expect her to have to learn proper etiquette and skills that are essential to being a samurai wife. That’d be really interesting to me? Because she is going to struggle with it, having prejudices against her and people that very much look down on her for being a city girl–a fish out of water. I’d love to see her be determined to change peoples’ minds about that–work hard to show that her background didn’t matter and that she is willing to do what she must to support her love interest in the best way possible. It’d be such a good opportunity for growth! I’m tired of MC never having to do anything outside of the kitchen, because being the lady of a house is way more than that–she can still have a love for cooking, but I want her responsibilities to shift when she gains this new position. I’d love to see her learn and adapt, genuinely so.
  3. Common sense… and acting like she’s from the era she was born in. And I feel like… MC lacks… a lot of this… I’m sorry… A;SDLFKMAS;LDF She can be pretty reckless and tries to make a martyr of herself without thinking things through a lot, and I find that really frustrating. But more importantly like… So many times, she seems to be completely ignorant to how life in the Sengoku era works??? But she was born in the Sengoku era??? MC is really, really modern in the way she acts, and it feels so weirdly out of place a lot of the time. So yes, just using her head a little more and acting like a product of her time.

I think those are like… three of the biggest things I’d like to see change for MC in general–I can only say so much and nitpick elsewhere, because I really think she can differ rather greatly between the twelve available main stories as well. 

Overall, again, I don’t think her base personality and character is really all that bad to begin with–it’s just execution. I don’t mind if she’s a little more innocent or naive, but if she’s going to live in the world of samurai, I would like to see her grow and adapt to it–because cooking and commoner lifestyle is only going to get you so far, y’know? I want to see her bloom into her own character, because her development is just as important as the lords… she’s the protagonist, after all.

P.S. It would also be great… if she didn’t cry every time she had sex… LIKE I GET IT THE FIRST TIME BUT I DON’T UNDERSTAND THE APPEAL MY DICK WOULD GO SOFT IN AN INSTANT LMFAOOOOOO

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@jokublog i love your au and characters they have AMAZING designs and story and your such a WONDERFUL person!!!!

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@nekophy i wanna thank you for being a awesome,SWEET,lovely and WONDERFUL person too!!! <3

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@ania-da-peasant when i finded your comic dubs on youtube i started to love them!!! Your a awesome and AMAZING voice actor and makes awesome comic dubs! <3

@starbotdubs you guys were probably the first people i started watching that maked comic dubs and i love all of your voice’s for the characters that you dub! You guys are trully AWESOME!!!

jacksonwang852g7: We were in Houston and now we had our final fan meeting in LA 🙌it was really great to see the crowd ! 😚You guys were awesome! I also know that the only way that USA or any foreign IGOT7 know what we GOT7 are doing is only through the Internet😔, I know we don’t get to see each other a lot. That’s why every moment when we were with you guys is really precious! ❤️
And 2017! Stay awesome and be yourself! Do what you love, do what makes you happy , Live every day to the fullest. ✋Haters will never be satisfied✋Never let them stop you from growing. You are awesome and special in your unique way. 👍That is the reason why you should never be affected by anybody.
Thank you USA! 👏
We promise we are going to be back again! Soon! And till then! Stay healthy physically and mentally❤️ 

우리 얼마 전에 Houston 에 있었고 지금은 아쉽게 마지막 LA fan meeting 로 마무리 하게 됬네요 😔ㅠ 정말 그동안 여러분 만날수있어서 정말 너무 너무 좋았어요 여러분의 열정은 최고였어요 🙌
그리고 우리 해외 있는 🕊새들은 항상 우리의 소식 알고싶으면 인터넷으로 통해서 만 확인할수밖에 안되잖아요 😔ㅠ 그래서 같이 있는 매순간 더 더 소중한 시간인거에요 ❤️
그리고 2017 년 !!❤️ 새로운 시작이니까 자기 하고싶은거 했으면 좋겠어요! 행복했으면 좋겠어요! 그리고 매일 매일 후회 없이 화이팅 했으면 좋겠어요!!
무슨 일 하든 좋은 소리 있고 나쁜소리도 분명히 있을거에요 😔이세상 모두다 만족 시킬수없기 때문에 ㅠ 정말 여러분 많이 신경 쓰지말고 그 나쁜 소리들 나쁜 사람들 남들의 시선 때문에 절때로 무너지지 말고 자기 할것만 후회없이 열심히 하고 행복하면 되요! 그게 더 중요해요.
USA 이번에 정말 수고했어요!!! 🤗너무 행복한 추억이에요! 금방 다시 또 올테니까!!😆 몸도 건강 하고 마음이 도 건강해요! ❤️❤️ 

我们从Houston到 LA 终于到了我们最后的粉丝见面会❤️快乐的时间就是过得这么快😔能看到有这么多人来到我们的见面会!心情非常感动😆!还有我知道每一个海外的鸟宝宝们只可以在网上知道我们所有的行程,就是因为这个原因,每一刻每一分钟都对我来说很珍贵😔。非常珍惜每一瞬间😔
2017年!希望每一个人棒棒的!希望你们能够 做你们自己喜欢的事,对得起天地 做每件事自己满足,开心,不后悔就好了。不喜欢你的人,
✋无论你怎么样做 都是那么恨你,恨你是不需要理由的✋。不需要去满足他们。千万不要因为他们而影响到你的生活,太不值得了。做好自己,开开心心,是最好的。🤗

anonymous asked:

I hope I'm not bothering or anything... I'm asking some fandom writers around because you guys are awesome! So, if you were given the chance to rewrite SLBP's MC, what kind of personality will you give her?

i’m happy you asked! thank you so much! 

here’s a crucial problem with otome games and good storytelling. the mc is supposed to serve as a base for the reader, so that it can be as easy as possible to self insert yourself into her shoes. that’s the point of an otome game; it’s a simulated romance between you and whoever your heart desires. that being said, that means that there has to be certain sacrifices made in storytelling to make these characters relatable. i can’t pin voltage for giving us a bland character because she’s kind of supposed to be, but there definitely can be some critiques made about overall storytelling involving mc and her actions. 

i don’t really like mc. i don’t hate her, but she isn’t exactly great. she’s willfully ignorant of her circumstances often times and relies hugely on this virginal and pure role in order to be appealing. rewriting slbp’s mc, i’d definitely make her a lot more likely to fight for certain things and be willing to change. she easily shuns the idea of war and finds it senseless because it killed her father, but engaging in an affair with a samurai means you need to at least start learning something. and despite this… in almost every route, she doesn’t think anything more of it. i’d write her as a more flexible character who’s willing to fight for what she believes in and if she’s wrong, she’s willing to learn from it, and not be that typical heroine that shits sunshines and rainbows and expects the world to be the same. 

and that holier-than-thou nature? gotta go. mc was never more aggravating than in ieyasu’s route, insisting ieyasu—someone who spent part of his life as a hostage and is head of the tokugawa clan and has been in wars—can’t always believe everyone is going to betray him or hurt him when they get the chance. mc has this terrible habit of prying too much when necessary in nearly ever route, and ieyasu’s ms was one of the worst offenders. a cook from kyoto, who has no experience in war besides her father dying in one, telling tokugawa ieyasu that war is bad and that he should stop being so cynical? laughable. she means well and ieyasu does get better in the end, but by no means did she have any rights telling him about war like she knew the first thing about it. overall, i just don’t like her because she’s boring and your typical weak heroine with a mighty moral compass.

i think that’s really all the things i have to address about mc… although, i have a personal and entirely self indulgent version of an mc i want though, but she’d be a villain protagonist more than anything… just because i’d like to put a big twist on your typical otome mc. i’d been thinking of it becoming a fic for a while, but that’s planning i’m too lazy to do at the moment.