this was just sitting in my drafts soooo


tv aesthetic → the office

I’m not superstitious, but… I am a little stitious.
Sinister ǀ 08

A/N: Soooo, I’m dumb. This was supposed to be queued and posted last Friday, but low and behold I didn’t do that properly so this has been sitting in my drafts for a few days now. I just got back from the coast and I feel awful. Sorry y’all. Here’s part 8 though!

Pairing: Demon!Taeyong x Reader

Genre: Supernatural!AU, Thriller, Romance(kinda, more later)

Warnings: None this chapter :)

Word Count: 4,832


Chapter 7

You went with him, keeping quiet as your mind wandered back to the energy you’d felt when you touched the book. You tried to focus on the meal he had made for you, eating slowly as he kept initiating small talk. Everything about this felt wrong to you, between the way he kept talking to his abrupt dismissal of the topic. You could barely even respond to him, and you could tell he was trying to keep it that way, he didn’t want you talking, asking questions, hell, he put the book completely out of your reach. Something about this situation was off.

For some reason, Taeyong was lying to you.

You tried, you really did, to just forget about the book for the time being. You figured you could talk to Doyoung about it tomorrow, but as Taeyong pulled you into bed, curling himself around you as he turned the lights off, you couldn’t help letting your mind drift to it. You laid in bed with Taeyong, your back pressed against his chest with his arm slung around you, keeping you close to him with a tight grip.

You pretended to be asleep, hoping he would drift off before you did so that you could try to find something out about the book. Thankfully, he must have been more tired than you were, the rise and fall of his chest slowing and his grip loosening around you. You slid out of his arms, replacing the space where you’d been with a spare wadded up blanket as you traveled soundlessly through the dorm. You were learning quickly that you could control a lot more of your surrounds than you had realized initially, making the process of getting the book from the shelf seamless. You set it on the coffee table, sitting on the couch as you ran your fingers across it, the odd aura still pulsing about the ancient tome.

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His reaction to my tongue stud was pretty funny though. Thanks for the ask. -P

Ask  l Support APF 

((SOOOO UHH. I’M NOT DEAD LMAO HI DOES ANYONE STILL FOLLOW THIS BLOG okay so I know it’s been five months (and this ask has been sitting in the drafts that entire time oh my god I’m sorry i think i was saving it to post when i had a little bit more of a buffer rather than just spitting out one random ask out of no where before going silent again but yEAH) ANYWAY the last few days I’ve drawn some asks, so I’m gonna toss them into the queue to post every Saturday uhhh…..yeah. I’m sorry for that sudden and very long hiatus, life sort of…happened. And is still happening. I.E. spouse in and out of the hospital right now, I got a new job, I slipped and fell into a couple other fandoms for a while, our car busted, and just…yeah. 2016 was a long year. Anyway my art style’s changed quite a bit in the last few months and that’s gonna become wildly apparent next week and hopefully y’all don’t hate it too much but yeah I’m gonna try to start posting here again?? Idk how long it’ll last but we’ll see I guess LOL. I’m gonna comb through the 30+ remaining asks in the inbox, try to answer most of them and delete the rest before starting fresh, so hopefully that will result in something….idk lmao the pnf fandom has been very inactive as far as I can tell so maybe this will just go totally ignored but ya know….I’m still here just very tired and busy but I’m doing my best ;u; ~Grayce))

Save The First Dance For Me

Who knew Kurt would find someone to slow-dance with so soon - and at his dad’s wedding no less? Klaine alternate meeting that sets off right after “Just The Way You Are”.

Had this in my drafts ever since the Klaine Valentine’s Challenge for “Just the Way You Are” but I never really finished it - I just couldn’t have that so I kinda polished it today. I’m not all that satisfied with it but it’s been sitting here unfinished for soooo long that I’m just gonna publish it now, hoping you’ll enjoy it anyway. :)

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Kurt has never been serenaded like this before but as embarrassed as he was in the beginning, he can’t help but smile brightly at his brother by the time the song comes to a close, and Finn looks right at him when he sings the last, “When I see your face…

He’s long gotten over his crush on his step brother (living together hadn’t been the appeal he thought it would have, and he refuses to crush on boys who keep their dirty socks lying around everywhere, anyway) but it feels great getting over the issues they’ve had with one another, too.

The girls take over with an upbeat dance song now, and Kurt grins at Mercedes when she throws him a wink. He looks around briefly, watching his dad and Carole retreat to their seats with linked hands, Finn trailing behind them, and even though more and more people are coming up to dance now, Kurt figures he should probably leave the dance floor - it’s not like he’s going to awkwardly dance all by himself.

Still smiling like an idiot, Kurt turns around to go back to join his family at the table, and almost crashes into someone who seems to have stood just behind him.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry,” the guy says when Kurt lets out a little yelp, and holds out a hand to steady Kurt by the arm. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

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hewwo, hi. i’m here to say a good news && the bad news. 

the good news is: i’m just sitting here, trying to make okita bully some muses here && there. ( if u know urself, then good for u ). 

the bad news is:  .. … well, i have 8 drafts to work on it && 10 starters. while i was away from my house w/ my family for few days, soooo ….. …….. yeah !! hopefully i’ll get into it tomorrow, there’s no guarantee tho. 

your lie in april - chloé bourgeois

… and here is the promised part 3! This is literally from soooo long ago, but I had time to write before working on my bio homework, so I decided to finish this little ol’ thing which was just sitting in my drafts and rotting for months!

This is so messy, and it’s just pretty much a mush of my thoughts and horrible attempts at reinventing Your Lie in April without watching the show itself because I will binge watch and forget to do homework, and that’s no good.

Lol also: I am so sorry this ended up so long oops

Anyway, it looks like there’s gonna be a part 4? bc I’m too invested in this AU lol

← Read Part 1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 → (To be added)

Anyways, let’s go: 

  • Chloé Bourgeois as Tsubaki Sawabe
  • She’s been best friends with Adrien for the longest out of their friend group
  • She’s fiercely protective of him and always made it a point to go to his piano recitals and competitions, especially after his mom died
  • Although they have the same wealthy background, music was always a giant canyon between them, a great divide that she could never cross
  • Sure, she did listen to music—Jagged Stone and XY come to mind in particular—but simply liking popular artists isn’t quite the same as Adrien’s attachment to music
  • She knew her place, and she knew that she could never reach Adrien’s
  • She understood, and that was enough
  • At least, she thought it was
  • She saw Marinette and the way Marinette played and the way Marinette’s playing affected Adrien
  • Her vigor and enthusiasm for playing was strikingly beautiful, and when she looked over at Adrien, she saw that he thought so too
  • And for some reason, she feels a strange twist in her gut
  • There is an angry voice—her voice—shaking with irritation
  • She feels infuriated— Infuriated that, through all their years of friendship and staying by his side, she could never once put a sparkle in his eyes the way Marinette did
  • But at the same time, she can’t exactly…. stay mad
  • Not mad at Marinette, who was such a sweet and nice girl 
  • What right did she have to be mad at Marinette anyways? 
  • It’s not like she owned Adrien, or had control over the people he liked or the people he hung out with
  • It was strange, that feeling, and weird and murky and twisting in her gut
  • So Chloé’s elected to ignore that feeling, waving it away
  • She decides to be happy, to dwell in the fact that her playing blew her away because Marinette’s vigor and passion for the violin very much deserved praise
  • Chloé leans over her seat to elbow Nath in the arm. “So?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “What’d you think of that, Nath?”
  • Nathanaël looks on with cheerfulness and an excited gleam in his eyes
  • “She amazing,” he says, completely breathless
  • And when it’s all over they meet Marinette in the lobby of the Théâtre des Champs-Elysées, they all watch as she receives flowers from a group of little girls who were just as awestruck as her playing as they all were
  • And Adrien admires that little interaction and looks on with a faint smile tugging at the ends of his lips
  • And when she comes over to ask how she did, to ask Nath how she did, Marinette’s eyes flit over to Adrien’s and her cheerful smile grows solemn for some reason
  • (Adrien takes it as a sign that she’s still mad at him for the incident— Oh hey look it’s time for a flashback!)
  • Adrien hadn’t really meant to do that…… he’s still very embarrassed about what happened
  • He was just curious because he saw shoes and tights hanging from the branches of a tree like how could he not show some form of curiosity like who the heck throws tights up a tree @ Mari
  • So he looks around, ready to shout something stupid and embarassing like “hey anyone missing tights?” but instead he saw something beautiful
  • He was… so awestruck by how effortlessly she played such cheerful and joyful music, the way the music itself breathed life to the air around her
  • Suddenly color was flooding his vision— the pale blush of the cherry blossoms suddenly looked like a vivid pink, sparkling in his eyes and dancing in the air before floating down to rest gently on the ground
  • He’s never felt such emotion, such admiration for something as simple as falling cherry blossoms and it was all because of her
  • He raised his arm to take a picture on his phone; he wanted to capture this moment, precious and golden, when all of a sudden—
  • Snap! 
  • The wind rushed in at the most inopportune moment, and while Adrien captured lovely cherry blossom petals taking flight, he had also accidentally snapped a picture of her underwear
  • It was awful. The only thing that registered in his brain was regret regret regret! abort mission! i repeat: abort mission!!
  • …. the rest is history. Neither Marinette nor Adrien want to talk about it; pictures were deleted and shoes were thrown, but there were minimal injuries for the most part
  • ………… and Adrien remembers their brief encounter, his first impression of her as he swallows his throat and gives her his honest opinion
  • “Those girls…,” he mumbled. “They don’t even know you, but you… Your violin, your playing… You moved them.” Your feelings reached them. “They just had to go out and buy the nearest flowers.”
  • He starts overthinking what he said again; overthinking and regretting when she gives him a sweet smile
  • “Of course!” Marinette sounds chipper, happy. She turns to Nath and asks him for his opinion, too, and Adrien snaps back to reality. 
  • Right, he thinks. This is a girl who’s in love with one my best friends.
  • Meanwhile, Chloé silently watches him. She’s just steps away from him, but she can’t help but feel far, far away. The distance in his eyes seems too far to reach.