i hate what they put you through

anonymous asked:

Hi im the dick person from yesterday im really sorry i sent that message really late at night (thats not a reason for me to be a dick) I really don't know what I was thinking. You put a lot of affort into this and I really did enjoy it! Writing that message was a dick move and I really dont know why I did that. And from anon too. Nobody deserves anon hate and I didnt really notice what I was writing untill i was scrolling through your blog just now and remembered. Again, I am sorry,sorrysorrysor

Hi anon… I gotta admit, I was surprised to get this. And I also…really, really admire you for sending it (anon or no). It’s incredibly hard to take responsibility when you’ve done something not-so-nice (as I’ve, unfortunately, had to learn for myself a time or two), so I really appreciate the apology. Thank you. ❤

I swear to god I’ll never understand… how you can stand there straight and tall. And see I’m crying….and not do anything at all. 

Pocus’s past marriage was much more complicated than a love/hate relationship. Being young and naive she desperately tried to love him, and there was even a time when she thought it would work out. This song really helped me put into words what I feel like she was going through. 

highkeynessian  asked:

Hey! I take care of babies as a job and I can OFFICIALLY say that your baby is spot on. Okay? It has not been shot out of a "canon" as some bitchy anon so beautifully said. It is perfect, and you are so talented. There's too much hate for something so small. I can only imagine what all of those anons are going through so that they feel the need to put others down. But keep doin what you're doing, because your artwork is lovely.

Thank you so much!! See??? The baby cutie says I DID HIM JUSTICE let alone squishy is a cartoon so he’s not gonna look perfectly realistic….

I hate when someone LGBT+ has homo- and transphobic parents and people are like ‘but!! try to see it from their point of view!! it must be so hard for them!! It’s only natural to react like this!! just think about what they’re going through!!’ Like fuck you I’m not going to feel bad for people who put their own narrow minded beliefs over the wellbeing of their own child. I don’t fucking care about their point of view. If you have such a hard time opening up your mind maybe there’s something wrong with you, not with your child.

what she says: im fine

what she means: what the fuck do they put in cologne to make it smell that fucking good what the fuck is that i fucking hate how i walk through a hallway and am instantly floored by some 5'6 nerdy bitch ass wearing good cologne like let me tell you i didnt spend years transforming myself into an independent goddess of a woman just to be instantly weakened by a fucking?? whatever the fuck they put in that shit

It Ain’t Me: Part 7

Jungkook x reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Genre: Angst

Words: 2.4 K

Part 6 | Part 8




You took great interest in reading novels and visualizing them in your mind however, one thing you were never able to visualize without cracking up was when people said, “It’s as if time slowed down.” How could one not crack up at that? It took a comical tint when you tried to visualize it in your head. However, now you weren’t so sure about that because you were feeling exactly like that. The moment your eyes landed on Jungkook and Seulgi, you could swear Kronos himself had come alive to make things worse for you because a heavy feeling settled on you, and everything suddenly seemed to be moving at a very slow pace.

You noticed every detail within a matter of a few long seconds. Their intertwined hands, the transition of Jungkook’s expression from shock to disbelief to anger, Seulgi’s widened eyes with a twinge of fear in them and the change in Yoongi’s body language, which suddenly seemed passive aggressive with his hands casually crossed across his chest but eyes, hardened and angry.  

After what seemed like an eternity of jumbled, nonsensical thoughts appearing and disappearing out of your head, you took a deep breath and snapped out of your trance. You forced your shocked features to accommodate a poker face and turned around in your seat to face the bar.  


You couldn’t even bear to look at them.

Yoongi noticed your noiseless but pronounced decision and strangely enough, he came back on your side and sat down as well. You looked at him with slightly questioning eyes but he just gave you a knowing look as if to say: I told you I’m on your side on this.

You gave him a small smile despite your resolve to not show any emotions under the scrutiny of the two unexpected visitors but only because you couldn’t help yourself. How funny was this situation? Your boyfriend and best friend, well-ex boyfriend and ex best friend, were not by your side but this unexpected friend, who you had never thought would be with you offering you support, possibly at the expense of his friendship, was doing just that.

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or Yoongi’s unexpectedly supportive behavior this night but you were feeling warm on the inside despite all the tension surrounding you. At least there was one person, one friend, who was here, sitting by your side and listening to you.  You didn’t have to get affected by their presence. It’s not like they hadn’t individually made it clear to you that they were perfectly happy with each other. You could enjoy this night without paying attention to them and you would.

Your resolve, however, slightly weakened as you noticed Jungkook had broken out of his stupor and was very evidently walking towards you and Yoongi, leaving Seulgi in her place. He looked confused and angry. Your eyes were unresponsive throughout his short journey till Yoongi’s stool but your heart began beating so fast you could feel your ears vibrating with its movement. Nonetheless, you maintained your calm exterior until Jungkook stopped right behind Yoongi.


“Hyung, what the hell are you doing here?”


Of course, he wasn’t even going to acknowledge you.


You looked at Yoongi, expecting him to respond to Jungkook’s question but were surprised to find him looking at you.

“____, you want to get out of here? I’ll take you home.”

Your mouth fell slightly open at his blatant disregard for Jungkook’s question and looked up to find him mirroring your expression. Maybe Yoongi hadn’t noticed Jungkook?

“Y-Yoongi…” You gestured behind him to tell him about Jungkook. He looked at you and then turned back in his stool. You looked carefully at the exchange between the two friends, the tension getting the better of you.

Only, it didn’t last long.

Yoongi looked at him for two seconds and again, turned back towards you.

There it was. He was doing this on purpose.

“I know.” Yoongi said to you. “However, what I want you to pay attention to right now is my question. Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at you intensely, waiting for your answer.

At that moment you realized, he was telling you to make a decision much more important than just leaving the café. You either stay there and talk it out with Jungkook or leave him behind.

You considered both the options. Stay here and talk it out with him? Tempting. After all, you had tried so hard to get him to meet you even once without any success and now that he was finally in front of you, you had the chance.


But why should you?


It shouldn’t be you who’s getting anxious. It shouldn’t be you who’s hanging by every word that comes out of his mouth. It shouldn’t be trying to prove something to him, to offer explanations when there is not an iota of truth in the accusations put upon you. It’s been a while too late for you to even consider this option.

Leave him behind? Also sounds tempting. After all there’s contempt in you. Anger, frustration and hate. Yes, hate. You hate Jungkook for not believing you. You hate him for not listening to you. You hate him for not even giving you one chance. You hate her too. You hate them both. But why should you be the one running away?

Without newfound determination, you looked at Yoongi who was patiently waiting for an answer. You glanced at Jungkook as well, who was looking at you suspiciously.


“I want to stay here. Of course, if you want to leave we can.”


Yoongi smiled at your response, gauging the hidden meaning behind your words. You were not going to back down or hide in fear. You were going face the situation if it came to that. Or so you told yourself.


“Okay, we’ll stay here.”


You could see Jungkook getting agitated from the corner of your eyes. His breaths were shorter now, and his free hand- the one was not in his pocket was fisting and unfisting repeatedly. Of course, he was confused. He wasn’t going to just back down because just because he was ignored a few times. He brought his hand up to Yoongi’s shoulder


“Hyung. What is happening here?”


Yoongi finally looked back at him. “Why are you here, Jungkook?”

“What do you mean why am I here?” Jungkook asked him with incredulous eyes. “Why are you here hyung?”

“I am having a drink with _____, as you can see. Why don’t you go enjoy your time with your girlfriend?” Yoongi gestured, not so subtly.

A number of emotions passed through Jungkook’s face but his anger didn’t budge. He looked at you finally and even though you should have been prepared, you were still surprised by the amount of hate his eyes held as they looked into yours.  He looked at you as if you had once again let him down.


“Is this your way of taking revenge ____?” He spat out, his tone attracting a few stares from the people sitting around you. But you couldn’t care less about that. You were more focused on his words. You knew he was trying to rile you up.

“My way of taking revenge?” You scoffed. “C’mon Jeon, you know me better than that.”

“I don’t though, do I?” He shot back, his hand tracing his chin in derision. “I would’ve been prepared to see you shaking your pretty little ass for other men if I did.”


You felt a sharp jolt of pain hit your chest at his words. All sarcasm and humor left your brain as it tried hard to make you believe that the love of your life had openly shamed your character. You caught people staring in your direction, giving you unsavory looks but you tuned it out. All your focus was getting invested on keeping your goddamn tears in. You looked down at your lap and swallowed the huge lump in your throat.


“Jeon Jungkook, it’ll do you good to leave right now otherwise I swear to fucking god I’ll break your face.”


Yoongi’s voice rang out as he abandoned his drink and stood up to face Jungkook. Despite being slightly shorter, his aura was more intimidating and commanding. He didn’t flinch as he lightly pushed Jungkook in the stomach as a signal for him to back off.  


Jungkook looked at his hyung, clearly taken aback by his words. 


“Hyung,” He grit his teeth and stepped forward once again. “What do you think you’re doing right now?” His tone lowered considerably but you noticed that it was not out of respect but anger.

Yoongi was not one to be intimidated though. “I said, get the hell out of here punk, before I break your face.”

“Have you lost your mind, Hyung?” Jungkook exclaimed. “You will fight with me for…” He looked at you like you up and down, like you were something filthy, something untouchable. “Her?”  


Yoongi’s eyes grew wide at the vulgarity of his expression and he growled, bringing his hand up to hit him. Before he could land a punch though, you stopped him by grabbing his arm. It wasn’t like you felt generous towards Jungkook, far from it really. But you had had enough. Your heart felt like it was placed on a bed of needles. What had you even done to deserve such contempt? The tears had long escaped the holds of your fragile will and were falling down your face rapidly.  You heartbeat was skyrocketing, a little too unstable to be normal. You got up, you wanted to get out of here otherwise you would suffocate to death. However, the moment you got up from your seat your legs gave out. Yoongi rushed to grab you before you could fall down and held you in place.


“___! What’s happening? Talk to me!” His touch was light but through your blurry vision you saw the worry on his face.

You pressed on his arm to bring him closer to you and he complied, putting his ears near your mouth.

“I want to get out of here,” You panted. “I think I’m getting an anxiety attack.”



Jungkook’s heart fell when he saw your knees giving out. He reflexively reached out but Yoongi beat him to it. Had he gone too far? Were you drunk? He didn’t know. What could he do? He felt so very angry, so hateful. How could you sit here and enjoy your time? Did you not feel any guilt? Why did it have to be Yoongi? He had too many questions and no answers. Everything around him was hazy.

His jealousy flared the moment he saw you pulling Yoongi towards you and mumbling in his ears. Yoongi nodded and immediately put his hands around your waist pulling you up. You leaned on him for support, closing your eyes.


“Get out of the way, I need to take her home.”


Jungkook looked at Yoongi when he realized he was the one being addressed. Yoongi’s eyes were stormy; Jungkook could tell he was really angry with him. But why? Why was he angry with him? Jungkook grit his teeth. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t he see that you were the one who betrayed him? He was the victim here. He looked at you as your shallow breaths brushed away the few hairs falling on your face. Your face shined with sweat and tears and your lips were dry. He narrowed his eyes. Were you sick?

He again reflexively reached out to touch your face but you opened your eyes just in time. There was an unreadable emotion in your eyes but it was one that sent shivers down his spine. His hand froze mid-air.


“Don’t fucking touch me Jeon Jungkook. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”


Jungkook’s heart hammered in his chest at your words. A feeling of guilt settled over him as he looked in your eyes. You were the one in the wrong and yet your eyes were fixed. You stare was unflinching.

Your stare was unapologetically true.

His eyes widened. He could sense the seed of doubt growing in his mind but he quickly dismissed it. He couldn’t be wrong, he knew he couldn’t be…but what if he was? What would he do then?

He was forced out of his thoughts as Yoongi’s hands roughly pushed him out of the way. He staggered back but collected himself before he bumped into something. When he looked up again, Yoongi was already half way to the doors with you in his arms and you…you were sleeping?


No. No goddammit. You were unconscious.


“Shit.” Jungkook muttered under his breath and ran forward, concern taking over his senses. Yoongi was almost near the door when Jungkook rushed and stopped him.

“Hyung! What happened? Is she okay?” He asked, a little out of breath.

“Knock it off, kid. We can discuss this later. She needs to get out of here and she doesn’t want you there.” Yoongi told him sternly, once again turning away to step out. Once gain, Jungkook stopped him.

“Please, Hyung! At least tell me what’s happening to her! Is-“

Yoongi’s voice was steel cold when he interrupted Jungkook.


“You’re a fucking piece of shit, you know that? A brat. Do you think you can just step in anytime and do any thing you fucking want to? You practically called her a whore in front of everyone and you think you get to show concern 5 minutes past? If the situation was any different, I would have beaten the shit out of you. Get it together, you fucking bastard.”

Silence settled around Jungkook after Yoongi finished. There was nothing he could say. Despite the noise, all he could register was the stillness around him as he looked at you lying in Yoongi’s arms and Yoongi holding you protectively.

“Oh and Jungkook?” Yoongi’s voice rang in his ears and he caught his hyung’s eyes once again.


“Your girlfriend is waiting for you. Have fun.”


With that, he opened the door and rushed out, leaving Jungkook standing there immobile behind the doors, unable to decipher his own thoughts and feelings.



Much love, 

Inferno-loop

I'M ABOUT TO GO ON A SUPER LONG RANT ABOUT THESE ANTI-SARAH ASSHOLES AND I'D LIKE YOU TO READ

There are so many toxic people who are anti-SJM or anti-so-and-so-character in this fandom. It’s definitely good to take a critical look at something you love to see if it’s unhealthy or problematic. Sarah isn’t perfect. She writes a lot of white characters, a lot of her characters are hetero; but she’s genuinely trying to get better. When we started complaining about all the white characters she wrote the Illyrians, she wrote the Summer Court. A lot of this fandom views Manon as East Asian. Could there be more? Definitely. When we pointed out that there were a lot of hetero relationships she wrote Morrigan, a lesbian, she wrote Aedion as bi, I personally think Manon is also bi. She also wrote a gay couple in Heir of Fire. She slips these in so subtly and doesn’t make a big deal out of it, so people forget. The only complaint brought up by y'all that is complete bullshit is that she’s romanticizing abusive relationships. If y'all want to know why I think I have the right to call bullshit on that you can talk to me personally. She’s one of the very few authors that truly listens to her audience and tries to improve herself. She’s worked so hard since she first wrote Throne of Glass. She’s always writing new material for us, traveling to meet us, and executing all of the technicalities to give us new material! And y'all have the gall to call her lazy, when her dad has just had a heart attack and she has her own health issues?!? SARAH ISN’T HERE TO SERVE US. SHE’S A FUCKING HUMAN WITH HER OWN LIFE. It’s healthy to take a critical look at a fandom or something you love. But picking apart literally everything she does is fucking awful and extremely unhealthy. Trying to stamp out the joy that other people get from Sarah’s work is vile. I cried when I read how well Sarah had written Aelin’s crippling depression, because she had put what I was going through into words so well and I felt a so much less alone. There are so many people who connect with Sarah’s writing and being an asshole and telling people that it’s problematic when it’s really not is atrocious. No one is going to be perfect and I truly feel sorry for the people who feel like they have to trumpet their hate out to the world. Sarah isn’t perfect but neither are you, and holding her to an impossible standard is unhealthy for you and for her. I don’t like Cassandra Clare and I think she’s problematic, but do I shit on everyone else’s love for her books? No, because I’m not an asshole. I really can’t summon up any emotion for these people except for disgust.

anonymous asked:

hey i kinda miss your old style. like without the metaphors. you had a good humor! you still do but i just don't see any of those anymore :/. will you make any more soon?

Something I’ve been thinking about.

Warning: Lots of text ahead. Putting it behind a “Keep reading” thing.

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Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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cr//twt.aegyotaetae (for photos)

Please Read!!!

If you say “Where are the other members?” to J-hope or to any other member or to any other different band member please please don’t. I can’t stress this enough that you are hurting them emotionally and it just brings down their self esteem which could impact not only their performance but the other members performances as well. These boys are like brothers, once they see there is something wrong with one another they all get concerned and begin to lose focus.

 You don’t know what they’re going through and how much pressure they’re being put under, so please PLEASE do not say “Where are the other members?” Be glad that they have taken the time to set up a camera and interact with you.

I get that we all prefer a certain member then the rest but that is not an excuse to put down the others just because they are not the ones you find attractive, I see other fans saying this a lot but for some reason the message is not getting through to others. 

Also to the other fans who throw hateful comments to the ones typing the question please do not I repeat do not type those hateful comments, what is even more upsetting then getting asked “Where are the other members?” for the artist is when there are fan wars beginning in the comments.

Please think about how the artist will feel.

I’m sorry for this outburst and I promise you this won’t happen very often, I like my blog to be cute and fun but when people are still not listening I can’t hold back.

Fire Emblem – Skill themed asks!

Felt like doing some FE related asks so I put together this! Feel free to add more if you have any ideas!

  • Supportive – Who did you S-rank and why?
  • Misfortunate – Unluckiest moment in game?
  • Fancy Footwork – Singers or dancers?
  • Aching Blood – Did you name/forge any weapons? If so, what was your favorite name that you gave to a weapon?
  • Triple Threat – Swords, lances, or axes?
  • In Extremis – Clutch moment for you in game?
  • Perfectionist – Do you like to unlock/get every unit?
  • Vendetta – Is there a boss/chapter that you hate to go through every time you play?
  • Wary Fighter – Are you reckless or careful in your strategies?
  • Swap – Did you ever sacrifice a unit in order to save another?
  • Aptitude – Was FE easy for you when you started or was it difficult?
  • Rally Spectrum – What is your most favorite/preferred stat?
  • Galeforce – What was your most broken unit?
  • Aether- Favorite lord?
  • Armsthrift – Which weapon system do you like? Durability or no durability?
  • Rightful God – Favorite boss in the series?
  • Veteran – Which FE games have you played and what was your favorite?
  • Paragon – Was there a unit that you put extra effort into/ favored over others?
  • Quick Burn – Do you try to get through the game quickly or do you take your time?
  • Wildheart – Do you like using beast/laguz units?
  • Vow of Friendship – Do you reset if you lose units in battle?
  • Inspiring Song – Favorite song(s) from the series?
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“He was going to break my legs ,” she said, her chin held high, the barest quaver in her voice. “Would you have come for me then, Kaz? When I couldn’t scale a wall or walk a tightrope? When I wasn’t the Wraith anymore?”

Dirtyhands would not. The boy who could get them through this, get their money, keep them alive, would do her the courtesy of putting her out of her misery, then cut his losses and move on.

“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”

Bullshit

The level of bullshitting through things and getting away with it in the wizarding world is hilarious
OH idk tho our owls can find anyone in any form but where’s Sirius black
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Okay we can check wands for spells but idk it’s Sirius Black not Peter because he can’t do that he died
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Oh shit Harry turnt someone in a FUCKING BALLOOn let’s just,,, deflate her,, and put her back.,,,,
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Excuse me I was just wondering what a horcrux and how do they work and how to make one and any downsides and/ or step by step directions FOR EDUCATION LMAO
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You know what NO if you want to study more you know what just GO BACK IN TIME okay we’re just gonna trust you with that because you said you won’t use it for weird shit
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It’s dangerous Sirius Black is on the loose let’s just,,, have soul sucking emo bags wonder around no they won’t eat people they said so
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What a wizard hating familam let’s just PUT LETTERS IN THEIR EGGS AND SEND LETTERS through their WINDOWS and when they move out send a HALF GIANT TO BRING CAKE AT MIDNIGHT
what is wrong with these people this is why we need a very potter musical
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Honestly I could go on I’m just saying if the wizard cops were more logical Sirius Blacks shitty life won’t be needed
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Dabi working at McDonald’s headcanons 

  • hates this uniform and hates this job
  • the first thing he said when he walked through the door on his first day was “where’s the clown”
  • says “oooops” everytime he drops the meat
  • “my bad” he says as he picks it from the floor and puts it back in the hamburger
  • when people try to pay with too many coins he says “I don’t know math so you’re gonna have to count all that on your own”
  • they change their mind every single time
  • walks to his coworkers who were already working there before him and tells them “from what animal does this meat come from. you can trust me I’ve probably eaten worse things”
  • yells a soft and steady “aaaaaaah” through the mic when he gets bored 
  • “our french fries are not even french”
  • when someone asks for an ice cream he makes sure to heat it enough that it’ll melt the moment they try to eat it
  • “it wasn’t melting when I gave it to you also don’t know what refund means good luck next time”
  • when he has to go make sure that kids aren’t going crazy in the playpen he just casually sneaks in like
  • “how you doin’ here you gremlins”
  • “how old are you? five? when I was your age I was already six”
  • when someone says that they want to speak to the manager he just says “the manager is dead”
  • if they insist he actually calls the manager who goes “Dabi…” the moment he sees what the situation is
  • Dabi is like “hey Bob”
  • the only reason why he doesn’t get fired is because during his job interview he said that the reason why he wanted the job was to keep his mind focused in something that wasn’t mass murder
  • “I would like a milkshake” “they fucking suck but sure why not we all have to die of something”

anonymous asked:

Musician au fanfics pleeeease I will love you forever

I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS REQUEST! Thanks for asking! This AU gives me life, I love it so much! Enjoy! 

(P.S. the gif is created by the lovely @badlydrawnyuurikatsuki!)


Musician AU


ebony & ivory by wbtrashking (fan_nerd), Explicit, 20k
A little longer than your average one shot, but OH MY GOD THIS FIC IS AMAZING. Yuuri, a pianist, moves into a new apartment complex to play with the ASO. Not long after he starts practicing, he starts getting requests from his mysterious upstairs neighbour. THIS FIC CLEARED MY SKIN AND SAVED MY SOUL IT’S SO SO AMAZING

i’ve stumbled onto sounds i wasn’t able to make alone by zerotransfat, Teen, 20k
Yakov pushes Victor for another season, and Victor doesn’t really have a good reason to refuse. He’s been having trouble finding his free program music when he meets Yuuri, a composer who can’t seem to finish this one song. SO GOOD OMG! Definitely recommend!

Encore by sub_textual, Teen, 37k (WIP)
A semi-retelling of the events of Yuri!!! On Ice through the competitive world of music. In which Yuuri and Viktor find each other, life, and love. Love!

Gotta Have Soul by CelestialYuuri, Teen, 27k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov is a living legend in the music industry, but he’s losing steam after years of touring cities and continents that change in the blink of an eye. Yuuri Katsuki is a musician who puts passion in what he creates, but he’s still timid when it comes to singing to his full ability. Stunning singer-songwriter AU! Must read!

tempo rubato by shirabeau, Explicit, 5.5k
“Viktor,” Yuuri says through a choking gasp, “what if I get a low score, what if they hate—” Viktor’s hold on his neck tightens, and he pulls Yuuri closer still, bringing their faces just inches apart. “You won’t, and they won’t.” Lovely pianist AU!

Your Voice by DandereMikuo, Teen, 9.2k (WIP)
After a certain incident, 19-year old Katsuki Yuuri is unable to skate, and now confides in his newfound interest: music. Meanwhile, famous figure skater 23-year old Victor Nikiforov is in Japan for personal reasons. Great fic!

My Little Music Box by alisayamin (sh_04e), Mature, 19k (WIP)
As a composer, Victor no longer has any inspiration to write new music. His solution? Travel the whole world to try and find it. LOVE!

I love you, my dear by indianchai, Teen, 8.5k
Musician au where famous YouTube singer Victor is practically in love with a famous singer/lyricist named Lilith (who has never revealed his true identity to the public). Thumbs up!

et le soleil dit a la lune by intertwingular, Gen, 7.1k (WIP)
In which viktor nikiforov somehow ends up as katsuki yuuri’s accompanist, and learns that sometimes, spring is all you have. they learn to make the most of it. Lovely Your Lie in April AU!

The melody of your soul by Analys, Mature, 5.5k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is a talented singer with a voice that spellbinds anybody that hears him sing but his stage fright and anxiety takes the best of him. YUURI AND VICTOR ARE ROOMMATES AT JUILLIARD CAN YOU HEAR MY SCREAMS

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 63k (WIP)
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break. They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. SO AMAZING


(P.P.S. Check out this Musical AU comic by @tealilie-art! It’s gorgeous!

Older brother Namjoon + rest of BTS scolds you PT.14 END

BTS x Reader

Genre: Angst

Namjoon’s Sister AU

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Originally posted by allforbts

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was waiting patiently for their arrival, I was early. I never liked being late, I hated the thought of making others wait for me, so I stood there waiting. Half an hour passed and I was still waiting. They’re only five minutes late I thought to myself, maybe coming so early wasn’t the best idea.

I was startled when I felt someone give me a back hug. I was ready to start swinging my arms until I heard familiar voices. The person who was hugging me had let go, and turned me to face them.

“Princess, how are you? It’s been a while.” Jin had his hands on my shoulders staring right at me, I felt a little flustered but I managed to smile.

“I’m good, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good too.” He said and ruffled my hair.

“Y/N.” I saw Joonie have his arms out wide open. I hesitated at first but gave him a hug anyway. This was nice, I missed it.

I pulled away and looked at everyone, I didn’t know how to face Hoseok or Jimin. I didn’t know how they felt about me still and it did make me feel slightly uncomfortable. Neither of them smiled at me, or even greeted me so I take it that they’re still mad. Jimin was my best friend, and it hurt knowing that I’ve lost him because of my stupidity. I understand why they may not like me anymore so I suppose I’ll just have to move on and pretend nothing ever happened.

“Let’s get going!” Yoongi piped up and we headed towards the entrance. I walked behind them still feeling some sort of awkward aura between us all, but Taehyung held back and waited for me.

“Y/N…” He called my name softly whilst walking and not turning to look at me.

“Hmm?” 

“I’m sorry.” He turned to look at me but I shook my head.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I betrayed you, I never should have told them to come and I’m sorry because you’ve probably lost all trust and faith in me.” He looked guilty, and I admit that at first I was mad but how could I stay angry at him when he never meant any harm?

“It’s okay Tae, I’m not mad at you. Actually I’m thankful to have you in my life, you didn’t betray me. You only did what you thought was best but I was too stubborn and childish to see that, so for that I’m sorry. You’ve only ever done what you could to help me and I pushed you away.” I admitted.

“No don’t be, how about we just call it even?” He said and stopped, causing me to stop beside him. I nodded and he pulled me into a hug. 

“Hurry up!” Joonie complained and we pulled away and rushed towards them again. I was about to walk off when Jin stopped me.

“Are you really okay?” I nodded, reassuring him. But was I really? My best friend hates me, Hoseok doesn’t seem to want to be here, I just wanted to make everyone happy. “So why do you look so conflicted?”

“Does Hoseok and Jimin hate me?” I questioned bluntly. 

“What makes you think that?” 

“I’m just getting this vibe off of them. But it’s okay if they do, I completely get it, this was all my fault anyway so if they do then I understand.” I was hurt, but I didn’t want to show it. I don’t want to continue being that same old weak Y/N who acts like a child and needs to grab attention from everyone. If they don’t like me anymore then I’m just going to leave it.

Jimin’s p.o.v

I overheard her conversation with Jin hyung. Idiot. I don’t hate you, I’m just embarrassed and too stubborn to admit that I was wrong. Too afraid to apologise for being a shitty best friend. How could I even claim that title after what I had put her through. Knowing her, she believes that all this was her fault, but it wasn’t. We all played a part in hurting her, I was someone she trusted but I took advantage of that, I ruined the friendship we had once I had messaged back in the group chat. I should have never said those things, but I did. 

We walked around and had food, I still wasn’t speaking to her. She looked like she was having fun, especially with Taehyung. Did she replace me with him? Not like I can stop her from doing so, but I was jealous. I shoulder barged into Taehyung, who was standing next to Y/N. I continued walking ahead until I heard.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N are you okay? I’m so sorry.” I spun around and saw that Y/N was now on the floor with a scratch on her leg. The force of me walking into him must have caused a domino effect that knocked Y/N over. Now I felt even guiltier, I rushed over to her side as did everyone else.

“Are you okay?” I questioned, she looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes but nodded shyly and looked away.

“Ya, why did you walk into Taehyung like that Jimin?” Hoseok hyung glared at me. “Yeah I saw everything.” 

“It’s okay I’m fine don’t worry about it.” She smiled at us and got up. 

“Small, lets go get you cleaned up.” Namjoon glared at me whilst walking past holding a limping Y/N by his side.

“What the hell is wrong with you hyung?” Jungkook questioned me. “And you Hoseok hyung, why are they two of you so bitter? Can’t you see how hard Y/N is trying? Can’t you see how much she’s hurting? And I don’t mean physically, but emotionally.

“What did I do?” Hoseok complained.

“Exactly, you didn’t do anything Hoseok. You arrived and hadn’t said a single word to her.” Yoongi confirmed.

“She asked me if you two hated her.” Jin confessed.

“What? No I don’t, I’m just guilty for being so mean so I don’t know how to be around her.”

“She’s trying to push it aside and pretend that nothing happened, she’s trying but the two of you aren’t doing anything to help her and Jimin hyung, why would you knock into Taehyung like that?”

“You’re jealous because we’re close aren’t you?” Taehyung interjected.

“She was my best friend, but now you come along, I don’t even know how to apologise to her and you’re making it more difficult for me.” I said in such a bitter tone, I’m sure everyone realised that I was just jealous.

“You don’t know how much she misses you Jimin, and Hoseok hyung you have no idea how bad she feels for lashing out on you. Just have some decency and apologise for a change and stop making her feel like she’s in hell because the both of you are incapable of saying a simple sorry.”

“She misses me?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? She keeps stealing glances at you and after realising you don’t even care enough to look at her face just drops.” Jungkook said whilst rolling his eyes. 

It was silent between us all until Y/N came back, smiling.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok hyung asked her, which took her by surprise because her eyes widened. 

“Yeah, I’m definitely much better now.” Her smile was so genuine, you could tell that she was sincerely happy that Hoseok acknowledged her.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” I apologised.

“Oh no, it’s not your fault I’m just really clumsy I mean I must take it after my brother, I can’t even stand properly.” Namjoon hyung flicked her on the head.

“Not just that, I’m sorry for everything.” She looked like she wanted to cry, but instead she just wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.

“It’s okay, I just want my best friend back.” I nodded and hugged her back.

Namjoon’s p.o.v

After a few hours, we parted our ways. Y/N and I headed out to grab dinner whilst everyone else went home. Although we practically spent the whole day together, we barely even spoke because of the guys. 

“How have you been small?” I say whilst looking up from the menu.

“Pretty good I guess, how about you?” 

“Same, just busy I guess.”

“You don’t have to have dinner with me if you’re busy you know, I mean you’ve already spent the whole day with me and that’s honestly more than enough.” She looked guilty, how and why does she look guilty for asking to spend time with me? Her brother.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Right, I’m sorry.”

“Why do I still feel so distant from you?” I asked her. 

“I - I don’t know, I’m sorry.” 

Y/N’s p.o.v

I felt like I wanted to cry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know how to act in front of Joonie. I don’t want to do anything that will make him mad at me. 

“Why do I still feel so distant from you?” he asked me, that’s something I never wanted to hear, because it’s not what I want and if that’s what he’s saying then it’s my fault he feels this way.

“I - I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

“Will you stop apologising? You’re not doing anything wrong. What happened to you?”

“Nothing happened to me.” 

“Then why can’t you be comfortable like you were before? Like the old times? Why have you changed so much? It’s making me feel awkward and uncomfortable.”

“I, I guess I’m afraid of doing something that you don’t like that will aggravate you. I don’t want to do something that you don’t like. I want to be that good younger sister that you loved before, but I didn’t know that it was making you feel uncomfortable.”

“Why does what I like matter so much? What about the things that you like?”

Namjoon’s p.o.v

“Last time I did something like that, this huge mess happened. I don’t want that again.” She said so quietly I could barely hear her.

“This is because of me?”

“I’m not blaming you oppa, it was my fault. I should have been more careful, I should have looked out for you more and I shouldn’t have done those things that could damage your career. You’ve worked so hard for it, I can’t be the one to ruin it for you.”

“How do you think that makes me feel? I feel like I’m ruining your life because of what may or may not even happen.”

“You’re not, it’s what I chose to do.” 

“But why?”

“You’re my big brother Joonie, I don’t want to let you down. I promised that I won’t let you down but I already broke that promise so I really have to set myself straight. It’s what I’ve always done for you so I’m sorry that I messed up that one time, I won’t let it happen again, I don’t know what came over me because I never got myself into that kind of trouble before but I promise I’ll go back to how it was before.” 

“But you’re not happy.” 

“If you and the boys are happy, then I’m happy too.” she smiled at me, so genuinely. How was she so selfless? How have I never noticed? All I thought about was myself the past few years that I had no idea she was hurting.

After all this time, I’ve finally come to realise, my image, the scolding. Non of it was worth it. All this time Y/N did everything she could to protect my image like she had promised to. But when she slipped up that one time to be a normal teenage girl, we scolded her, we hurt her. I finally realised how hard it must have been for her to neglect a fun life, where she could do whatever she wanted. She was never able to be herself because she didn’t want it to affect us. She put us before herself and we selfishly put ourselves before her, or more like I put myself before her. Is our image really that important if it made those around us miserable? All this time she was looking out for us, for me. But I never did the same for her. 


END!!! thanks for reading!! 

Diary of A Fat Girl

by reddit user kateshakes

Trigger warning: Eating Disorder

Dear Diary,

That’s how you’re meant to start these things right? I have never kept a journal before, nor do I want to, but the hospital said I have to as part of my ‘treatment plan’. Funny.

Let me back track a little.

I have always been overweight, from being a child. I went to a strict Christian school, and luckily because of this I was never bullied because of my size- but you always notice the other kids staring.

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*whispers* I heard people like non-binary Tony. Have some fifteen-year-old non-binary Tony Stark trying to figure things out with bonus Supportive Rhodey.


Jim walked into his dorm and raised an eyebrow as Tony yelped and threw himself across the room, face-first into his pillow. But he’d seen stranger things. He went over to his desk and deposited his bag, then turned back to him. “Hey, how do you feel about—Uh.” He frowned, because Tony hadn’t turned to face him, then reached out to touch his shoulder. “Are you okay, Tones?”

“Mphh fmm mmm.”

“When have I ever laughed at you?” Jim asked, offended, and then paused to think about it. “…When it mattered, anyway.”

Tony kept his face buried in his pillow for a long moment before he slowly sat up, keeping his head dipped low. “You have to promise.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Okay, yeah, whatever. I promise.”

Tony curled his hands into fists before he lifted his head, chin jutting out defiantly.

Jim stared at him for a long moment before saying, “Okay, I literally can’t see what it is I’m even supposed to be laughing at.”

“Wh-?!” Tony waved at his face. “This.

Jim sighed and crossed his arms. “I’ve never laughed at your face. Even that time when you walked around after falling asleep on a newspaper.”

“I’m wearing makeup, you idiot!” Tony finally burst out, then blushed, mortified.

Jim squinted at him skeptically. “…I guess I can see it. Oh! Okay, yeah, yeah, mascara. It’s just that your lashes are so full and dark already I didn’t notice.”

“…You think I have full, dark lashes?” Tony asked after a minute.

Jim scowled at him. “Of course you do, you dummy. Most guys do. Do you know how often I have to listen to my sister bitch about how my eyelashes are prettier than hers?”

“Whaaat do you think she’d teach me how to use lip liner?”

Jim stared at Tony for a long moment, and just as the younger boy began to shrink awkwardly, he said, “What the fuck is lip liner.”


“I hope you appreciate the things I do for you,” Jim said, applying eyeliner and cursing quietly when the line came out shaky.

“It’s fine, you’re fine,” Jeanette cut in, picking through her eye shadows and frowning. “It takes practice. Ugh. Tony. Why are you like this.”

Tony turned toward her from putting on concealer, frowning, looking so, so scared and trying not to. “What do you mean?”

White,” she complained, and Jim felt his shoulders relax unconsciously. “None of my shades will work on you. Oh! Maybe this blue-? Oh no wait—ugh. Disgusting. I hate you.”

“What about this blue?” Tony asked hopefully, pointing at a paler shade.

Jeanette pursed her lips, nose wrinkling a little with how hard she was thinking, before she finally agreed, “Yeah, alright. Oh honey, no. You put on eyeliner and eye shadow before mascara. It’s easier to do liner with nude lashes and if you have eye shadow particles on your lashes they’ll get covered by the mascara and also give you more oomph.”

“Oh,” Tony said, looking genuinely surprised.

Jim sighed, scowling at his eyeliner again. Tony’s eyeliner was straight.


“Poetry sucks do you wanna go get—Oh,” Jim breathed, just barely remembering to close the door behind him. “Oh, well… This is new.”

Tony looked miserable, which was a shame, because the yellow sundress he was wearing looked quite becoming. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, it’s just—I was surprised!” Jim hurried to say, reaching out to give his shoulders a comforting squeeze. “It’s—actually you’re hella cute what the fuck.”

“Really?” Tony asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Jim answered immediately, taking a step back to take in the whole picture again. “Like a—like a daisy. Aw, Tony, you didn’t have to hide this from me.”

Tony blushed, fidgeting, and looked down at his feet. “…You got your sister to teach me how to put on makeup properly. I didn’t want to—impose anymore.”

“So you decided not to let me see you lookin’ cute in a sundress, yeah, that makes sense,” Jim drawled, then frowned, leaning down so that Tony had to look at him. “Hey, is this—do you feel like you should be a girl? What is that thing, um—”

“No,” Tony answered quickly, embarrassed. “But, um. It’s just. Sometimes I don’t feel like a boy. But sometimes I don’t feel like a girl. I’m—I’m not explaining this right,” he whispered, shoulders hunching with shame.

Jim patted at his shoulders. “No, hey, that makes perfect—okay it doesn’t make perfect sense to me. But you know, I probably—won’t ever understand completely. Because I don’t feel the same way. But that doesn’t make you any less of my friend,” he added firmly. “So if—if you want to wear a dress sometimes, that’s fine. I’ll support you.” Because his family sure wouldn’t, Jim thought grimly.

Tony smiled at him shyly, turning his gaze back on his feet. “Thanks, Rhodey.”


Tony asked him to come dress shopping with him. Jim wanted to be supportive.

“You can’t fucking wear that Tony it doesn’t go with your skin tone!”

He was the worst kind of supportive.

WITCH AU’S
  • “i cant believe you got us kicked out of another coven, dude, you gotta quit stepping on peoples familiars”
  • “you know, when i signed up for this expedition to finish this spell you didnt say we’d be trecking through the bitter wilderness with candles and creatures chasing us, what the fuck, dude”
  • “im a newbie witch and this is my first ritual and i was all excited to see herbs and salts and boiling cauldrons not tHIS JESUS CHRIST—THATS ALOT OF BLOOD
  • “for the last time, you cant have a tiger as your familiar” 
  • “look theres a reason why we do our rituals in private, things can get out of hand and sometimes we spit up blood, its not like we mean to do it. knock next time.”
  • “and, when that happens dont go around scaring the living shit out of people, jesus stacy, this is why people think we’re satanic”
  • “okay look, im as commitied to this lifestyle as anyone else but do you not see how expensive this shit is? and where the hell am i going to find a sabertooth fang? what, do i have to rob a museum??”
  • “we’re gonna rob a museum. c’mon it’ll be easy, we have our spellbook. we won’t get caught”
  • “so you’re saying you broke into the museum to steal a sabertooth fang and a thigh bone from an extinct bird…for a luck spell?/ yes, officer.”
  • “you hexed me because i made fun of the way you eat so now my tastebuds hate everything i put in my mouth and so I’m either gonna starve or eat this shit you call chocolate, i hate you so much”
  • “youre this sweet looking cutie that i always see walking through the outdoor department looking for flowers, and you always ask if you can check everything out here, which happens to be a lot of bloody meat and candles and knives and….you know my mother always told me the devil would look like an angel”
  • “you convinced me that our last apartment was haunted by throwing drawers open and breaking glasses whenever i came home, but it turns out you just didnt like the neighbors and wanted an excuse to move”
  • “you stumbled across my alter and before i could scare the everliving shit out of you to keep your mouth shut, you turned around, scoffed, and bragged that yours looked so much better”
  • “cmon babe you know i hate it when you tell the future, you stop breathing and you freeze up and your eyes literally roll to the back—STOP IT EW I HATE U SO MUCH––UGH QUIT LAUGHING YOU SHIT”
  • “my dreams…when i see people, it says who they truly are
    • and what does it say about me
      • it says youre a lying bitch for stealing my sandalwood incense from Nepal, stacy, my tarantula saw you come in my room—give it back”
Heart on the Line (part 12)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1223
warnings: phone sex, masturbation

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