took about a week to finish everything

He has this video, saying “GLITCHTALE EPISODE 4 SPOILERS”


He has already uploaded so proudly to his channel. 1 and 5

I commented on it, he ignored me and uploaded even more.

He literally has recorded the entire battle I’ve been animating these past 3 weeks and a half.

And this ass uploads it with a “I hope you enjoy!”

Oh! but cami! you’re so rude to that kid! You can’t send your fans to hate on him! telling him rude things is bad!


What about me? I’m the one who took 6 years of her life to get to where I am

I AM the one who stays awake until 4 AM being sick to finish a single scene of this animation

I AM the one who works her ass off every single damn day to work on this, because I LOVE to do it. Because I LOVE to create.

I AM the one being affected here.

IF YOU want to have empathy for jerks like these. Go ahead. Because I won’t. And I’m in ALL my rights to don’t have it. Because THIS is the kind of IDIOT that has been ruining my will to draw and create the past 2 weeks.

It is my life at risk, and asses like these take it as a joke.

Would you like it if someone took everything you care about and stomp it on the ground? No? Because I don’t. 

And is not about “being rude” or “going too far” because I’ve been getting STOMPED ON, BY EVERYONE this week. And I’m DONE playing the nice guy in the situation.

It is MY WORK and I will NOT allow some ass to ruin it for me. I’ll use any means necessary to take all the videos he has uploaded down. And I’ll make sure that whatever other video he has about me, will never see the platform until I finish this damn episode. And it’s featured for the first time in my channel. 

And if you’re here to tell me “oh cami calm down! ignore it! dont be so rude!” save some time from your life and don’t even BOTHER to write. Because I’m done going that route.

The 4 of Us

Summary: It’s you and Bucky’s 5 year anniversary! Bucky decides to get you a puppy, but you have a surprise for him as well! | Bucky x Reader
Warnings: a lil swearing, pregnancy? lol
Word count: 2,3 k


Originally posted by buckysclique

Bucky woke up that morning more excited than ever. Today was your 5 year anniversary and he had a special day planned. He looked over his shoulder where you were still sleeping, resting on your stomach, one leg dangling off the bed. He placed a tender kiss to your bare shoulder, remembering the activities of last night – something you two were definitely repeating tonight. Bucky strolled to the dresser to slip on a fresh pair of boxers and simple grey sweatpants.

As he searched the fridge for some eggs, he thought about his plans once more. Make breakfast, go to the grocery store, come back home, order some pizza, then cuddle on the couch while watching your favourite movies and then he would have to go out again to go get your present. Bucky knew you’d scold him about it, because you didn’t want any presents or fancy dinners, thus why for the 4th year now you always stayed at home and did cozy stuff, it’s just the way you liked it. But this year, Bucky couldn’t help himself. He saw the way you always longingly look at the pet shop when you pass it. You were a huge animal lover, dogs being your favourite. He didn’t know if you had a favourite breed, so when he stepped in the pet shop the other day to look at a potential new family member his eyes immediately fell to a tiny Pug puppy padding around. The pup was a little boy already named Charlie. His curled up tail and squashed face made his heart melt and Bucky knew he had found the one. So when he was frying eggs and bacon he couldn’t wait to go pick up the little pup later. Bucky smiled to himself as he felt your arms snake around his waist.

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“so many fortunate days passed by without being noticed at all. one unfortunate one was all it took to overshadow any sliver of excitement life had to offer. wasn’t everything always just that way—a terrific tragedy.” // this is my usual set up for writing. over the summer i went to starbucks (my town really has nothing better) about four times a week for several hour long sittings and finished writing the novel i’ve been mulling over for about four years. a few weeks ago i decided to start a second one. here’s to hoping it doesn’t take four years to finish & here’s to hoping that it’s not total shit.

The Only Exception (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,460

Warnings: language, fluff, hot firemen, drinking, (one) sexual innuendo, sarcasm, advice-giving for sad situations

A/N: I got so mad that I accidentally deleted my effing chapter. All your lovely notes and comments are gone; I’m sorry. This is a repost. I’m not retagging.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 -

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

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Saudade: Ch1

Dating Josh was honestly everything you could ever want it to be. Two years of the greatest moments of your entire life. You couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. All your other boyfriends and girlfriends, small flings, stupid one night stands, it meant nothing. Josh was like your modern day Prince Charming. While he might not be the typical fancy haired, twinkling eyed, sharp dressed, perfectly postured gentleman, he was just as special. He had hair that changed color almost as frequently as the weather, mocha eyes that squinted and widened in just the right ways, a rather edgy and modern punk fashion sense, a cheesy humor, and a kind heart. You still remembered the moment you met as if it was just yesterday.

“What the fuck?” you cursed, tripping over your own feet and spilling the coffee cup in your hand to the floor, toppling onto the sidewalk, your palms skidding with the pavement.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” a voice cried behind you. Before you knew it, two hands were helping you to your feet, sputtering out apologies. “I didn’t look where I was going, oh my goodness, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, brushing yourself off before looking up, staring into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. You were face to face with a guy who looked about your age, blue semi-curly hair, nose ring, gages, a snapback, NASA t-shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. He stared at you for a moment before reaching down to grab his cellphone, which you assumed had fallen out of his hand when he had bumped into you, as well as his skateboard.

“Texting and skateboarding,” he explained, turning red with embarrassment and letting out a nervous laugh. “Probably not the best decision.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.

“I’m super sorry about that coffee,” he cringed. “You okay? You took quite the fall.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Don’t worry about me.” You glanced at the spilled coffee on the ground.

“You sure?” he inquired.

“I’m good, I don’t know about my coffee,” you chuckled.

“I’m really sorry about that,” he sighed. “Um, how about I make it up to you? There’s a coffee shop down the street. If you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, maybe we could get you another one? It’s on me.”

“Sounds great,” you gave a light smile. “I was just heading to my apartment anyways.”

“I’m super sorry,” he repeated.

“It’s fine, stop apologizing,” you rolled your eyes. “It was just an accident. I’m quite the klutz myself, so I can relate.”

“Got it,” he relaxed his shoulders. “I’m Josh by the way.”

“Y/n,” you introduced, shaking his hand. You both exchanged a grin before walking towards the coffee shop, spilling out your life stories piece by piece, not knowing what great future destiny had planned for the two of you.

A small accident on the sidewalk transformed into an exchange of numbers in a coffee shop, which transitioned into regularly grabbing breakfast together each week, eventually evolving into attending a couple of his shows, and after a bunch of teasing from Tyler and several of your own friends, an official first date.

“A carnival,” you smirked when he led you towards the Ferris Wheel. “Leave it to someone like Josh Dun to take me someplace strange for a first date.”

“Why? You don’t like cotton candy and popcorn?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly, squeezing your hand he had been holding as you traveled down the boardwalk.

“I don’t know, it’s just unusual,” you shrugged. “I was expecting the whole fancy restaurant dinner or adorable little park picnic or something like that.”

“That’s so cliché,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we already exchanged numbers in a café. Isn’t that textbook enough for you?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you giggled. “I love unusual.” You kissed him on the cheek and watched as he blushed, glancing at you and giving a small smile before you stepped in line to ride the wheel.

Josh spent the entire evening with you, winning you small plush animals, buying you funnel cake, traveling with you through a mirror maze, taking pictures of you riding the carousel, painting your faces, and even getting some animal balloons from a clown. You both ended up straying away from the boardwalk and sitting down by the beach, taking off your shoes and going for a late night walk by the shoreline, holding hands and talking about your favorite things in the world.

“I really like sunsets,” you explained. “The streaks of color and how they settle in the sky, the way the sunlight filters through the clouds, the entire peacefulness of it, it’s beautiful.”

“I like cats,” Josh added. “They’re so fluffy and they make adorable purring sounds and I think they have super cool eyes. They’re neat.”

“Finding money in the pockets of your jeans,” you laughed. “Like when you’re doing laundry or putting on an old pair of pants and you reach into your pockets and find money you forgot was there. That’s a great feeling.”

“You know what else is a great feeling?” Josh asked. “Spending an evening with a lovely lady like you, being able to hold her hand and look into her eyes, walk with her alongside the ocean, and know that you truly love her.”

“Yeah?” you wondered, pausing your walking and looking at him for a moment.

“Definitely,” he nodded. There was a pause. “I love you, y/n.”

“Well that’s lucky for you,” you grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure I love you too, Josh. And that’s one of my favorite things in the entire world.”

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Loving you,” you rolled your eyes. You stared at each other, as if searching for something, before he cupped your face with his hands, studying your face for a second before kissing you, placing his lips to yours and letting the rest of the world fade away.

Since then, your small bud of feelings for Josh blossomed into a passionate flower of love. You started to spend all your time together, going to almost all of his shows, watching entire television series together, falling asleep cuddling on the couch, accompanying him to interviews and award shows, and even dying his hair red and pink. You spent hours drinking iced coffee, singing Blink-182, shopping for beanies and snapbacks, watching Stranger Things episodes, going to the pet store just to play with the cats, making occasional trips to the tattoo parlor, and eating countless amounts of burritos. It was the smell of bubblegum and having sweet sex and wearing his sweatshirts and silly texts and late night city walks and open mouthed kisses and trying to learn to skateboard and penny fountain wishes. Loving Josh was everything you had hoped it to be and more.

“Good morning,” he greeted in a sing song voice, kissing your forehead that morning. “Wake up sleepy head.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, fluttering open your eyelids. “It’s way too early. It’s like seven in the morning.”

“You know it’s our two year anniversary,” he smiled. “Big day.”

“I know,” you chuckled, pressing your lips to his. “How could I forget?”

“I was thinking, I don’t know, maybe we could go to Disney World?” he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” you widened your eyes.

“I sort of already got tickets,” he grinned. “Our flight leaves at ten.”

“You’re crazy,” you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. “Wait. Are you serious?”

“Definitely,” he nodded. “I scheduled everything. We can stay for three days, go on all the rides, pose with the characters, watch the fireworks, the whole experience. It’s going to be great.”

“I fucking love you,” you beamed. “I also can’t believe you.”

“Surprise,” he laughed.

“You’re the best,” you kissed him again.

“I just wanted to take my very own princess to the magical castle,” he shrugged. “Special occasion.”

It was days like these that reminded you just how much you loved Josh. The adorable plans and surprises, his childlike awe and innocence, his contagious laughter and smile, everything about him. He even bought you matching Mickey Mouse ears to wear and took you to see your favorite Disney princess. A couple weeks after, you were sitting on the couch when the topic came up.

“I think you’re hiding something,” you murmured as you were cuddling on the couch, just having finished a season of X Files. “You’ve been quiet lately.”

“I’m fine,” Josh dismissed, but you turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes.

“You’re not telling me something,” you insisted. “Josh.” There was a moment of silence.

“I didn’t want to tell you until it was official,” he sighed. “I still don’t really know for sure.”

“You’re leaving for tour,” you stated flatly. “Aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I mean, Tyler and Mark are still working out dates, but yeah.”

“When are you leaving?” you asked.

“Next month,” he explained. His voice went soft. “Or next week.”

“Next week?” your eyes went wide. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he sighed. “We wanted to surprise the fans with a tour and we’ve been practicing and stuff and we’re releasing dates tomorrow but-”

“But you just didn’t think it was important to tell me,” you muttered, obviously agitated with him.

“Y/n, it’s not like I was keeping a secret or anything,” he argued. “I just didn’t know. Okay? Please don’t be angry at me. I just, well, I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you to be mad, but I guess you already are, so, I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you took a deep breath. “I overreacted. I’m just sad to see you go. I’m going to miss you.”

“You know I’d take you along if I could,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “If Ty would let me, I’d wrap you in my arms and carry you everywhere I go. Even on stage. I’d let you sit on my lap as I play the drums, be up there on stage with me, right next to my heart.”

“You’re silly,” you rolled your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he gave a small smile.  “You know what else I’m going to miss, though?”

“What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“This body,” he smirked, grazing his hand against your side. “The way your lips feel against mine, how sweet they taste, what miracles they perform when they’re all over my skin…”

“Yeah?” you flickered your eyes up to meet him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. Josh slipped a hand underneath your shirt and up your back slowly, sliding his fingers underneath your bra and beginning to unhook it. “I think we better do a little something special before I leave, right?”

“Definitely,” you whispered.

Everything with Josh was sweet. Being with Josh was a warm cup of café coffee or a sugary tuft of carnival cotton candy. Each touch of his hand was a brushstroke of a painter, every kiss a spoonful of honey, all of his movements as if the light breeze that blows on a sunny spring day. So of course, sex with Josh was always just as sweet. “Lift your arms for me, baby,” he mumbled, slowly inching the fabric of your shirt up your arms, then taking the time to kiss you on the lips again. He trailed his mouth down your jaw, your neck, and towards your breasts, swiftly unclasping your bra and delicately sliding it from your arms as well. Undressing each other was as if performing a graceful waltz, each move just a part of the dance, every thrust of the hips a simple sashay, each roll over a graceful twirl, all movements combined in a beautiful choreography, intertwined with the symphony of your heartbeats and breathing. It was slow and simple and so raw and pure, the most amazing feeling in the world simply compacted into one human being, and he was in your arms, against your body, within you, overwhelming you and taking over, and you savored every second of it.

“I want you,” you mumbled against his neck as you bunched up his shirt and slowly slid it upwards, over his head, tossing it to the side before traveling your lips down his chest. You tugged down his shorts and he lifted you up for a moment to kiss you again, his hands finding your hips and gently sliding his thumbs underneath the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around your panties and inching them both down your thighs, his hand traveling towards your core and making you hum with delight. He brushed past your folds for a second to slide his fingers through your wetness before tugging down your leggings and panties to your ankles, helping you kick them off and then climbing on top of you, slowly grinding down on you through the fabric of his boxers. Both of you let out a slight moan and you reached for the fabric, tugging it down and letting his erection spring free, sliding them down his legs.

“Condom,” he reminded and you sighed, chewing on your lower lip as he reached towards the drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out, your eyes fixed on his movements and the pool of wetness between your legs growing as he ripped the foil open with his teeth and rolled it on over his length, repositioning himself above you and kissing you softly. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

“Please,” you murmured and he nodded, lining up with your entrance and slowly sinking in, making you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him as he went deeper inch by inch, finally filling you up to the hilt and letting out a soft moan.

Both of you began to rock back and forth, small slow thrusts making you close your eyes and tilt back your head, giving Josh access to your neck, his lips carefully placing kisses on your skin and down to your breasts, each movement so sweet and graceful. He held you in his arms as if you were fragile glass, a porcelain doll meant to be treated with upmost care, a precious jewel uncovered from the depths of the ocean. It made you feel warm and special and safe and so happy, the way his skin brushed against yours making your body relax against his, both of your movements combining into pure bliss. “Baby, I’m close,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded, both of you starting to shake and quiver in each other’s arms, each thrust of your hips gaining momentum until you both reached your climax, moaning loudly and riding out the waves of orgasm, your bodies pressed so close together until finally it settled. You were wrapped in each other’s arms for a moment before he pulled out, untangling your sweaty exhausted limbs from each other and letting Josh slide off and tie the condom, tossing it into the trash as you reached for the blankets that had fallen off the bed, covering yourself in them. Josh smirked and wrapped you in his arms, sighing.

He stared at you for a moment before closing his eyes tight. “God I’m going to miss you,” he sighed. You kissed again, pressing your lips to his for a moment before pulling away. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned. “I want you to have fun. I want you to play your heart out on stage every single night. I want you to smile. And if not for you, then for me. Promise?”

“Promise,” he agreed, kissing the top of your head. He sighed. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I am too,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

We call everything on the ice “love”.


thank you everyone for waiting! this painting was huge (my first 18″x24″ watercolor!) and took a while for me to sit down and scan (on a letter-size scanner ;__;), but i finished it weeks ago and figured i ought to continue my yuri on ice spree, haha. everything about yuri on ice was lovely. it’s so full of love. it filled me with love and now i have to try to love waiting for season 2 i guess

i’m bringing this as a print to some cons in march, and i’ve still got more paintings on the way (and potentially larger yoi projects down the road….), so keep an eye out! until then, SEE YOU NEXT LEVEL <3


“If memory served, it happened in the beginning of the 13th century…”

So I guess it’s kinda self explanatory;
My fake anime scenes of Crowleys story from the Michaela novels.

I think this is a good example of what happens when you get a little too excited, have no self control and are a perfectionist artist.
This took me about three weeks to finish, since I wanted to post them all together. The characters are of course references from the original OnS anime to make it look more believable as actual screenshots. I did take some artistic freedom with some of the designs e.g. Jose and Victor, and of course Crowleys hair and Ferid’s appearance in general. But I think I did ok.
Drew, colored and shaded everything myself.
And yes, I did draw seven different backgrounds all by myself. A task I’ve never taken before and this was actually a really good challenge for me, never before had I realized how much background actually matters in a picture. And to be honest I’m really happy with the results.
(Also reduced jpg quality on purpose.)
“Subtitles” are from the fan-translated english version of the story by @chilly-territory

This was probably one of the biggest projects I’ve ever taken and it was a lot of blood, hype and tears all the way.
I really hope you like it~

Saeyoung - Valentine’s Day Special

  After you chose the happiest member, but with a tragic past, as if affected by a spell, you felt tired. Your body was heavy and your eyelids were closing instinctively. Just as if you hadn’t slept for days. You gave up quickly, without reading the messages.

 Some hours later, you woke up feeling a lot better. Unlikely before, your body seemed extremely light. However, you weren’t expecting that.  Everything seemed wrong.

  You were in a strange place, lying on a couch and everything was a mess. What you made you more confused was how that room was identical to Seven’s. After playing his route so many times, you were sure about it.

  While looking around, you found your phone. But seeing all those Honey Buddha Chips made you hungry. You would be so happy to eat it with Luciel.  That’s when someone suddenly appeared.

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some-sort-of-fan  asked:

tbh, how do you think does reapers regeneration even work? like material-wise; bc if the smoke is really released carbon, then how much does the boi gotta eat to keep that up? with that regeneration rate, how is he not stuffing his face 24/7?

Alright, you asked for it. And here it is. The whole kit and kaboodle. I hope your ready friends, because this question was asked and I said “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

Yeah. That’s right. It took me a week and a half, but I was finally able to finish this up. Enjoy.

PS: THIS IS ABOUT REAPER BIOLOGY. NOT Reaper gameplay. There are youtube videos for that.

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Benevolence 2

2/20 I just so happened to read the first chapter and realized my dumb ass spelled ‘hear’ instead of ‘here’. Anyways here the second chapter 

Word Count: 2,198

    “When you create a piece of fashion don’t compare it to someone else. That’s the entire point of being unique, your pieces won’t stand out unless they’re unique.”

            I’m sitting in the middle of my lecture usually I was all up for paying attention in class but, I was more focused on the lecture I would be getting when I got home. If I recall correctly Baekhyun said “Family meeting as soon your class ends Y/N we have things to address.”       

                                                   It took everything in me not to start cackling at the word ‘family’. This was anything but a family this was pure bullshit. He wants me to get along with Taeyeon so damn bad yet, when he saw us in the shower he looked anything but happy. Baekhyun behaves like a child meaning he’s still upset about last night. I can’t focus on that right now these assignments are going to take ages. Then on top of all of that I still haven’t finished my birthday dress, I’ve been working on it for almost six weeks. I’m adding each individual diamond, it’s costing me thousands. The only reason I’m putting in so work is because, Baekhyun promised to spend the entire day just us on my birthday. Another thing he had decided to bribe me with when I tried to leave, again.       

 “Y/N and Lisa will be working on the designs for the school’s annual ballroom party. I expect no mistakes to be made.” Our Professor spoke sternly. 

I look over to my left and saw Lisa, I didn’t know much about her other than what she told the class. “I’m a trainee who will debut soon enough.”  I never really paid much attention to anyone in my fashion course honestly because there were too many people in the first place. If there was one thing that I’d always choose over Baekhyun it would be my job. 

“Hello Y/N, nice to see you again.”, Lisa whispered as she caught my gaze. 

“Same to you, Lisa” I gave her a small smile. “I’m thinking lace gowns with 1 and a half inch gold threading.”

Lisa looked taken aback, I hope she didn’t expect our project meant getting personal. However, she quickly masked the expression with a large small, my biggest pet peeve. When people gave me those big ass fake smiles.

“Once we get the stencils with the correct sizes we can start.”, She declared, grabbing a sheet of paper and jotting something down. “Here’s my number we could meet tomorrow maybe?” Gazing down at the paper with numbers on it, I tore a small piece of it off and wrote down my own number.

“Sorry tomorrow is actually my birthday but, we can meet the day after. Here’s my number give me a call if you need anything.”

“Sure, Happy early birthday.”, She spoke gathering her things once the bell rang.

Giving her a small nod I walked off preparing myself for what was going to  happen once I returned home. My mind soon wandered off to Baekhyun and the days we used to spend alone. Our relationship was never just about sex we used to actually spend still with each other enjoy each other’s company. It’s more than obvious that that’s all done with now. I scold myself sometimes for evening going back to those memories because, with the way things are now his love for me was always lust.

“Y/N you work too hard nowadays come on, let’s rest for a little while.”, Baekhyun whined from the sofa.

“You know how important it is for me to get this work done. If I miss making one design my entire career could be over. On top of all that I still have to make the outfit’s for your Lotto video.”, I ranted grabbing my hand sewer to hem the last part of the shirt. It’s sweet how much he wants to spend time with me but, this work has to be done.

“Do you at least want me to make you something to eat?” 

A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it, Baekhyun couldn’t cook. I knew this for a fact when he made me ramen instead of sweet and sour pork like he promised. I didn’t say anything because I honestly didn’t care the ramen was still delicious. But I did mutter a few mocking words toward him at the  end of the date. “I didn’t know sweet and sour pork came in ramen form. I guess I should tell the chief down at my favorite restaurant that he’s doing it wrong.”

            I’d never forget the way his smooth pale skin turned a light peach color. I’m guessing he just thought I didn’t notice the switched menu items. He quickly apologized and said he had forgotten that I requested a specific menu item. It was cute how embarrassed he had gotten. The next we had dinner I ended up making it myself. “You could’ve at least let me help you.”, He grumbled stuffing his mouth.

 “I like cooking Baekhyun, you don’t have to go through the trouble.”

Chuckling again at the memory I turned towards him. “Yeah can you make some of your ramen shaped sweet and sour pork?”

I scowl took over his usually happy looking face as he remember the night he tried to cook me sweet and sour pork but failed desperately so, he made ramen hopping I wouldn’t notice. He always tried to feed me little white lies to make me think he was great at anything and everything.

“At least I tried to make it for you, do you even realize how hard that shit is?”, He pouted.

“Baekhyun it took me twenty-five minutes to make it, it would’ve been fifteen if someone wasn’t kissing down my neck every five minutes.”, I giggled at his reaction.

“Well I’m used to watching the cooking not actually doing the cooking.”, He mumbled going into the kitchen.

 “I can make you the best ramen you’ll ever taste.” He declared snatching a pot down causing the rest to fall on top of him.

“You idiot.”, I laughed going over to get them off of him. “I don’t need you to cook for me because, I know you love me.”

“I’m still cooking the ramen.”, He muttered as he pressed his lips against mine.

Oh has the time gone by, what makes me feel even more stupid is the fact that he was lying. He knows how to cook a decent meal, he does it for Taeyeon all the time. He saw my reaction the first time I caught him making sweet and sour pork for her. He claimed to ‘just gotten the hang of it’ but, I smell bullshit all over that excuse.

           Walking into the apartment I could feel that something was off. Sprinting back out the door honestly seemed like a better option. I had no idea what to expect all I know is that Baekhyun was and still is angry. But over what? It’s not like he didn’t invite Taeyeon in the shower whenever I got in him with him. I mean shit it was a rare occasion when she wasn’t present whenever we took a shower. It had gotten to the point where I had to sneak him into the bathroom to be alone together.

“Y/N, come here.”

Shit.                                                                                                                       It was too late now, I couldn’t just run off. Taking a deep breath I walked further into the apartment only to see Baekhyun sitting on the couch. Where was Taeyeon? She was always here for shit like this, she used it as an excuse to speak to me.

“Where’s Taeyeon?”, I asked slipping some design stencils onto the coffee table.

“She’s at the studio trying to talk about a solo project.I already talked to her about it when you left for school. I wanted to speak to you alone, Y/N.”

Taeyeon working on a solo project is not my business. I guess she really is trying to ‘work hard’ again. Baekhyun however, I knew he wasn’t going to let this one go. I saw that look on Baekhyun’s face this morning it would’ve sent shivers down any man’s spine. I’m glad he isn’t pushing anything about last night.

“There’s nothing to talk about, at least I won’t do the talking you’ll just sit and yell at me.”, I remarked.

“Y/N, stop getting smart and just sit down.”, He barked smacking his hand on his thigh. Rolling my eyes I sat on the far end of the coach away from him. If I was being truthfully with myself I wanted to roll on his side and cuddle up to him but, I see no point in trying at this point.

“Now I want to you to tell me what happened this morning AND I want to talk about last night.”, He expressed firmly.

“I was going to take a shower when Taeyeon suggested she’d hop in. She slipped and fell on top of me right before you came in nothing else. I didn’t even want to take a shower with her I don’t even like her.”, I replied crossing my arms over my chest. It was true, only reason I even let her take a shower with me is because she asked so damn fast about it.

“There’s nothing to talk about last night either. You and Taeyeon didn’t care about the fact that I had to get up early today but decided to have sex while I was in bed. Don’t worry that’s not even the worst part you Baekhyun, had no problem with me leaving the room last night. Then you waited till after you got done fucking Taeyeon to come ‘check on me.’ “, I snapped at him

“First, I don’t like you or Taeyeon even touching yourselves let alone each other. Second, I was still hard Y/N what did you expect me to do?”, Baekhyun barked back at him.

Was he serious?

Was he fucking serious? I couldn’t stop the smart remark from rolling off of my tongue.

“I didn’t fucking want Taeyeon touching me and I really don’t see the problem with me touching myself since you never do.”

“Is this what’s this about sex? God Y/N, I could fuck you anytime you want me to you know that.”

“Really that wasn’t the case last night Baekhyun, you pushed me away!”, I shouted.

“Because, you had just got done complaining about not getting any sleep from having sex I wasn’t going to fuck you with your damn attitude.”, He snapped “While we’re on the topic I think I’ve had enough of your attitude towards Taeyeon. She’s trying her best to make this relationship work while you’ve been shitting all over it.”

“You both knew I never wanted this bullshit excuse for a relationship to even happen! I’m not going to sit around and be fake smiling in her face like I don’t want you to myself.”, I hissed at him. I was now getting up to walk away to finish some work upstairs.

“I’m not yours anymore Y/N, at least not completely. I think your being a little greedy and selfish by not even trying to make this work. Tomorrow as your punishment, Taeyeon will be coming with us for dinner.”

 She really just had to fucking ruin everything did she? I can’t completely blame her Baekhyun is taking this way too far as well. He knew how excited I was for my birthday this year. I wanted to spent the day alone with him.

       “Fine it’s just the dinner anyways.”, I mumbled getting ready to head back upstairs. 

“I’m not spending the day with you either I have practice tomorrow.”

I froze, no, no, no,no, he couldn’t be taking that away from me too. I’ve been working on this damn dress since forever because I was so excited to spend my birthday with him. He couldn’t take the day away from me fuck the dinner.

“Baekhyun, are you serious you told me you had cleared your schedule for this.”, I spoke this gritted teeth turning around to face him.

“Well, some things came up I’m sorry baby.” Liar he was lying he purposely filled his schedule so he didn’t have to spend my birthday with me.

“Baekhyun please, I just want to spend some time alone with you on my birthday. You know how excited I was for this.”

“Enough  Y/N, Taeyeon is coming with us or Taeyeon and I go to dinner alone.”, He snapped at me before going into the kitchen.

I dragged myself upstairs into master bathroom locking the door. I didn’t even want to seem weak for even a second in front of anyone. I just don’t understand why this was even happening. Why out of all the times for Taeyeon to come back into the picture is when I love him. I felt my eyes begin to water.

“No Y/N you will not cry over any man.”, I yelled at myself. Unlocking the door I tried to put myself together. 

“You have to go finish that dress to have dinner with Baekhyun and Taeyeon.”, I mumble to myself.

Next chapter is birthday chapter I’m going to honest there’s no happy moments. It’ll be some smut towards the end but pure angst. Thanks for reading.

The Girl From The Bookstore (Stiles x Reader)

A/N: hey guys! I’m new to tumblr but not to writing, so this is pretty much all I do. I’ve written this one for a friend who suffers from depression and social anxiety.

Warning: TRIGGER WARNING! This fic may be triggering to those who are depressed/have suffered abuse. Contains images of self harm and attempted suicide.

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Stiles makes a new friend, and falls in love with her without realizing it.


If he was being totally honest with himself, Stiles Stilinski could admit that he was a complete bookworm.

At first, he’d started with the basic, cheap, children’s books you could buy at garage sales. Admittedly, he didn’t really think about the stories all that much.

Then, one faithful day at a secondhand bookstore, he picked up the first Harry Potter book.

To him it was like he had discovered a whole new world, albeit at the tender age of eight. It didn’t matter that it was fictional because in this world he could be a wizard and go to a magical school, or he could be the son of a Greek God and meet others just like him, or he could find a beautiful new world in his closet and talk to lions, or could cure his mother of her dementia. In this world, he could be anything he wanted to be.

He’d admit that after his mom died, he didn’t find as much fascination in the beautiful stories anymore.

But then, along came high school and with it assigned readings. Stiles wouldn’t hesitate to tell you that he very much hated the idea of falling back into a book. Of course he would, after he’d been so lost in them the first time around he didn’t notice his own father turning into a drunk.

However, no one could be exempted and Stiles was forced to pour himself into Oliver’s Twisted tales, and write a report on it by the end of the month.

Of course he fell in love with reading again, and of course he began to swallow up any book he laid his hands. There was just something different about it now. Now he could appreciate the beauties of literature. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He understood the irony of foreshadowing, relished in the thrill of predicting the plot, and gasped in horror at his favorite characters deaths.

*cough* Sirius Orion Black *cough*

And at the end of the day, his love for reading was pretty much the only reason he could help the pack. He knew it was nothing personal and it wasn’t his fault, but the truth remained. Stiles was just human.

Anyway, back to the story.

It was his love for reading, his passion for the written word that had gotten him into this little predicament. Of course, he couldn’t blame every single thing on the books. It had a lot to do with teenage hormones and a girl who was just too damn beautiful for her own good.

A girl by the name of (Y/N).

A girl who didn’t want to take care of herself.

Stiles saw the signs, of course. He remembered the way his psychologist had explained them. Stiles first met her at the secondhand book store. She didn’t eat, at least from what he could see. She had glasses but Stiles saw the way her eyes continued to strain to see clearly. She didn’t sleep as much as she should have (he was completely aware of how hypocritical he was being) and she spent the hours that he was in the shop pouring over books that were becoming increasingly worrying.

Books like Freaks Like Us

Books like It’s Kind of a Funny Story

Books like The Impossible Knife of Memory

Books like Me Before You

To name a few. If Stiles was being completely honest with himself, he didn’t know why he watched her. He didn’t know why he cared. He should have just left it as it was. If she wanted help she would get it, right? Why should he care that she looked like a small gust of wind could blow her over or that she wore long sleeved shirts in the blazing heat?

He should have just let her be, but Stiles was never one to do what he should have done.

It started out pretty simple. He’d call her over to ask for some book or the other, make small talk and offer her whatever he was eating at the time. (Over the past few weeks his food became healthier because he noticed she would cringe at the fries and burgers). (Y/N) was too polite to refuse and she took one or two cherries or maybe an orange slice. Stiles watched the books she read and made certain to place little notes in the ones he thought she’d like. He smiled at her and offered to help stack the shelves and just tried to keep her company in general. He was just being a decent human being, you know?

But then, things started getting worse. Stiles quickly became attached to the cute, little lady behind the counter and her lovely, albeit rare, dazzling smile. Soon, he’d come to the store every day after school, when he knew she’d be there. He’d bring along his homework and whatever the pack needed and sit at the tiny desk in the corner for hours just to keep her company. He’d come up with stupid questions to ask that he totally knew the answers to, just to hear her tiny voice laugh. He’d invite her to dinner (Platonically, he’d say) and bring roast beef over when she said she had to close up.

Afterwards, when it was just about closing time, she’d playfully yell at him to leave and tell him to stop bothering her because ‘I’ve got work to do, Stilinski’, but the smile on her face would contradict her completely. When she closed the store and he was forced to leave, he’d throw his arm around her in a casual side hug, and feel the way she’d relax under him, as if all the tension just drained out of her.

He would pointedly ignore the way she instinctively swerved away from him, before practically tucking herself into him.

He would ignore the way she shuddered when he let go after walking her home, which was just a few blocks away.

He would ignore the way that he too began to find comfort in the small amount of intimacy they shared.

He couldn’t help himself from becoming attached. He liked her, really. She made sharp, witty conversation when she was in the mood and aways had a sarcastic side comment to mutter under her breath when she thought no one was listening. She had read the most beautiful of books and could pick them apart word by word for hours on end. She was, in general, a beautiful soul trapped inside herself.


The teenager jumped at the sound of his friends voice. He didn’t bother to look towards where he was sure Scott was staring at him in confusion. It was like someone had strapped him down and forced his eyes open; he couldn’t look away.

Stiles stood with Scott next to him, staring at the scene in front of him with his mouth agape. The Sheriff’s department had sent out a couple deputies to keep the scene under control. No one was allowed forward. He heard the sound of people gasping in horror and the ambulance sirens calling out in distress, but to him it was just background.

The medics rolled out a gurney with a body strapped onto it.

Stiles moved on instinct. He pushed his way through the crowd and towards the front ignoring Scott’s confused calls. The deputies saw him and made a weak attempt to stop the teen from getting through. Maybe it was the worried, crazed look about him that stopped them from doing anything.

He made it right to the front of the scene before he was pulled back. He could see the gurney being pulled into the ambulance truck, and looked at see who had come in his way.

It was his dad.

“Wha-?” was all Stiles could manage through the lump in his throat. He looked over his dad’s shoulder to see the doors being closed and the ambulance speeding away. Noah Stilinski let out a sigh and Stiles’ attention snapped back to him.

“Neighbors called when they heard screaming last night. Deputies only came in this morning when there the girl’s guardian couldn’t wake her up.” Stiles’ stomach dropped. “She’s got a history of mental illness. PTSD is one of them. She was on the suicide watch list until a few weeks ago. They thought she was getting better.”

He felt as though a knife was trying to cut its way out of his stomach. His eyes went wide and his body began shaking. “Wh- When? When did all this happen?” It took everything inside if Stiles to keep his voice steady.

“About a half hour ago.” The Sheriff looked at Stiles, confused. “Did you know her?” Suddenly, his tone was worried.

“Y-Yeah.” Stiles managed. “I- I, um-” he didn’t know how to finish the sentence. In all truth, he knew what he felt for (Y/N). He knew that it was more than just interest and curiosity. He looked at his father, and was sure that he had tears in his eyes. “I care about her, a lot.”

That, apparently, was all that the Sheriff needed to hear. He nodded to a deputy and clapped Stiles on the back, leading him towards the Sheriff’s Department Vehicles.

“She’s at Saint Bartholomew’s.”


It was more than five hours later that Stiles got any news. Her guardians weren’t there, and the teen suspected that it was because they didn’t actually give a fuck. The Sheriff’s persuasion and Stiles’ mad looks were probably the only reasons that the Doctor had divulged the details of (Y/N)’s condition to them.

“She attempted to overdose on sleeping pills.” The doctor told Noah and Stiles, sounding apologetic but looking cold. “We managed to get the drugs out of her system before any long term effects took action, but only barely.” he looked to the Sheriff. “You got lucky.” He said in an unprofessional manner, one that showed emotion. “I don’t think that you’ll be so again. I don’t know what your concern is with this girl, but I strongly suggest putting her in to a new home. The bruising patterns on her arms and stomach suggests she’s being abused by someone close. She needs help.”

Noah nodded, looking extremely grief stricken. The way he saw it, this girl was his son’s age. She was just another teenager that no one cared about. What if she had been Stiles? He read her report and knew that she’d gotten this way after her mother died and her father abandoned her. He shuddered at the parallels.

Stiles looked horrified for a completely different reason. He knew that she was suffering and he did try to help, but he never asked why. His dad explained the details of her case to him while they waited. If only he had known. He would’ve tried harder. He would’ve been braver and just asked her out. He would’ve brought her home to meet his dad and he would have shown her the love that she’d so desperately deserved. He would’ve convinced her to turn whoever was doing all these horrible things to her in.

Stiles had known her for months, *for months* without really knowing her at all.

“Can I see her?” The question fell from his lips before he could process it. Stiles looked up at the doctor, knowing just how he appeared. He’d always worn his heart on his sleeve and never bothered to hide his emotions. He knew his face reflected all the grief he felt within.

He suspected that to be the only reason the doctor nodded.

“She’s been awake for about a half hour.” the doctor said, looking at Stiles with pity. “I suspect that she’ll still be a little drowsy. Try not to agitate her or make her any more stressed than she already is.”

Stiles nodded and got the room number before taking off. He caught sight of a social worker in the waiting room and felt a small amount of relief. He knew his dad would take care of it. As Stiles approached the room, something in the gift shop caught his eye and he quickly bought it before going in.

“Hey.” he said softly from the door, closing it behind him. (Y/N)’s head shot up and she looked guiltily at Stiles, turning her face into her pillow. “Come on now, none of that.” The teen said immediately, walking to her in three quick steps and kneeling down at the side of her bed.

(Y/N) looked up at him in shame. This was the first time Stiles had seen her without makeup on. He saw the bags under her eyes that she tried desperately to conceal and the sadness within them that were usually hidden behind he glasses. He thought she looked tragically beautiful and he hated it.

“I’m sorry.” she said, a tear rolling down her face. Stiles held her gaze.

He didn’t say anything. He simply took her hands in one of his and used the other to wipe away the stray tear. Honestly he didn’t know what to say. He wanted to cry with relief because she was okay, *she was fucking alive*. He also wanted to scream in anger because how could she? How could she think so little of herself and truly believe that she could just *leave* and it wouldn’t matter?

He didn’t tell her this, of course. He knew what it was like to want so desperately for the pain to end; to truly believe that death would be better.

Stiles brought her hands, which were still wrapped up in his his, to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “You’re okay.” he said, and whether it was to remind her or himself he did not know. “You’re fine. Everything’s gonna be just fine.”

In all truth, Stiles didn’t know this. How could he? He was just a teenager who had fallen in love. But that didn’t matter. When he down at her, her body looking absolutely tiny against the huge hospital mattress, he knew it would be. When he looked into her eyes and saw the hope that shone through them, he knew that it was true.

Everything’s gonna be just fine.

Leave pt. 2

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Prompt: part two of this post 

Words: 604



        “I SAID LEAVE!”

                “I SAID LEAVE!”

It haunted your dreams. The last thing that Alex said to you. It’s been a month, but these dreams still haunt you.

You don’t know how he’s doing, if he’s taking care of himself. You wanted to write to him, you just didn’t know what to say. A half finished letter sat on your desk.

My dearest Alexander,

I am very sorry that I left without telling you. I’m even more sorry that I wasn’t able to help you that day before I left. I hope that you aren’t doing anything reckless, and that you are taking care of yourself. I care for you a whole lot, probably more than I should. I wish to see you again, to continue in our conversations, and our walks in the park.

Maybe I shouldn’t write this but I think you should know, Alexander, that…

And it stopped there. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, but you didn’t know the exact words. You could just be blunt, but you wanted to sound poetic. It was conflicting.

You loved him.


Alexander was conflicted. He wanted to send you the letters that he has been writing, but he also wanted to tell you in person. He wanted to travel all the way to Williamsburg and gather you in his arms, and give you a passionate kiss.

He wanted to throw himself on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. He just wanted to hear your voice one more time.

“Alex pleas-”

    “Alex pleas-”

        “Alex pleas-”

Was all that he heard in his dreams. The last words that he ever heard from your mouth. It was to much.

Before he knew it he had packed a bag and vaulted himself into a carriage. He told the driver to go straight to Williamsburg. He had no idea where you were but he would find you if it was the last thing he ever did.


It took weeks to travel to you, but he didn’t regret it. Now all he had to do was find where you live. Which was a difficult task, but then again, nothing was going to keep you from him.


You were still upset about everything that had happened. You still hadn’t finished your letter, and you were losing hope that you would ever finish at all.

Your parents were worried about you. You didn’t want to see a lot of people, you didn’t want to go out. They tried helping you make new friends and introduce you to eligible bachelors, but none of them set off a spark in you.

Today was unlike any other, you just sat and stared at the letter that you had been trying to write.

“Miss? You have a visitor. He says it’s urgent,” a maid said to you.

You got up and walked downstairs.



He had done it. He had finally found your new home. He was shaking so much, he could barely knock on the door. A maid let him in and went to fetch you.

“Alex?” It was you. You were here, right in front of him. Finally.

He grabbed you.

“I’m so very sorry for what I said to you. I didn’t mean it. I never wanted you to leave!” he started rambling.

You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything. Instead you kissed him. Right on the mouth.

He stopped for a second, and you were about to pull away, before he kissed you back, pressing your body against his.

You broke away.

“Please don’t ever leave me Y/N.”


Only One

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Bobby sat on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his knees, his head hung low. He hated when you did this. You’d go out and come home late, never bothering to text or call. He always worried, thinking the worst, and then you’d come home making him forget why he worried in the first place. This time it hurt worse considering he had just gotten back from being on the road for a few weeks. He figured he’d try and call you one last time before calling it a night.

“Hello?” “Y/n, where are you?” He heard a guy in the background and sighed, the one thing that he never wanting to think was running through his mind, you were cheating on him. “Um, I’m actually heading home, but look, I can’t talk so I’ll just see you when I get back to the dorm?” “Fine.” “Okay, love you bye!” You quickly hung up the phone and he tossed his on the bed. He didn’t know what to do, he paced the floor unsure what he’d say if he even said anything at all. He eventually just laid down, not bothering to wait around for you any longer.

You walked into the dorm quietly, not wanting to wake any of the boys. You felt terrible for being out so late, but you wanted to finish getting your gift together for Bobby. You had asked his good friend Mino to help and this was the only time he could really get together so you had to take advantage of it. You set the gift on the counter and slowly made your way towards Bobby’s room. You opened the door and saw him laying in bed and smiled, you figured he wouldn’t be upset that you wake him up for this. “Bobby?” You climbed into bed next to him and softly kissed his cheek. He sat up and you realized he wasn’t really sleeping. “About time.” You were taken back at the tone of his voice, it was a mix of anger and sarcasm. “Where were you?” “It doesn’t matter, but I have something to show you. Come on.” You got up grabbing his hand but he wasn’t moving.

He sat at the edge of his bed and you laughed. “Bobby, come on.” “Just tell me. If you’re cheating on me, just tell me now.” Again you laughed, shocked at what just came out of his mouth. “Are you serious? Cheating on you? That’s what you think?” “Y/n, I just got home and instead of spending the night with me you go out with some guy? I mean what the hell is that?” “If you would follow me I could show you where I was and prove to you I wasn’t cheating.” Again you tried leading him into the kitchen but he wouldn’t move, shaking your grip. “No! Okay, look, this isn’t the first time you’ve done this y/n. And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of you always going out, leaving me here to worry and think about what the hell you could be doing. I’m just done. How can I know I’m the only one? How do I know there’s no one else?”

You stepped forward, your hands pressed to his cheeks forcing him to look at you. “You are the only one! I know I haven’t paid enough attention to you in the past, and I’m sorry for that. But this is ridiculous. I would never cheat on you. I love you, and only you! It hurts that you honestly think I’m seeing someone behind your back.” He looked to the floor as he took a deep breath. “Look, I think tonight, maybe we should spend some time apart. Just so we can have a night to ourselves and so we can think about everything.” You threw your hands up and laughed. “Bobby, what is there to think about? You know what, fine!“ You walked into the kitchen grabbing his gift off the counter and quickly walking back in. “Here, enjoy the welcome home gift I spent the night finishing, it only took me weeks to get everything together for you. And how about you call Mino, that’s the guy I was with tonight. He was helping finish your gift. I asked him to help me because I wanted it to be perfect.”

You threw the gift on his bed and headed for the front door, not bothering to here anything Bobby had to say, knowing now that a night away from each other was probably best.

Matsui Rena “It was tough being an idol”, she reveals the hardships and her dream which led up to her graduation

17 December 2016 06:00 JST

“During my idol days, I had no problems with relationships. We were all very close to each other. However, the number of fans we have didn’t always translate into our position in songs and in the senbatsu selections, so I felt that was tough at times”

These are the words of Matsui Rena (25), a former top idol who after her debut in 2008 as the first generation member of SKE48, proceeded to take on the position of center and was also chosen as one of the senbatsu members of the main branch AKB48. She, whom after her graduation last year has been active as an actress in mainly movies and theatrical plays, spoke of her hardships as an idol and stories behind her graduation.

“When I was 23 years old, I got 5th in the 2014 Senbatsu Sousenkyo, but in the next single I was dropped to around the 15th position. I was aware that they had to push the younger members forward but the votes fans obtain come with the CDs, so it made them feel "We did our best and yet…” and that made me feel very apologetic and I hated that. If that were the case, I would be more happy if they didn’t have to spend so much on Sousenkyo, but instead use it to watch me more in movies and on stage. That was one of the reasons I did not participate in the Sousenkyo in the following year"

Matsui says that she had thought of graduation constantly after she turned 20 years old.

“There are actresses who are at the top of the tier at 17 years old. I had already passed that age by that time so, I knew I had to move out of my nest. To be honest, I was feeling hasty. When I made my decision to graduate, my mother said only one thing ‘Do your best’, and that made me feel relieved about my decision. My mother is someone who would accept me for everything that I am. For example, if I got really angry about something which happened because of my own wrongdoing, my mother would listen to everything I have to say and guide me on the right path, so I feel at ease talking to her about anything. Even now, we contact each other almost everyday”

She says that even after she took flight as an actress, her mother’s presence has become even more prominent.

“After I left SKE48, I was busy preparing for the main character, Okita Souji of "Shin Bakumatsu Junjouden” which went live last summer, among other things. After I finished this stage, I got my first 1 week long holiday after my debut 8 years ago, and I went on a trip to Taiwan which I had wanted to go for a long time. Since I went alone, I realized how grateful it is to have my parents. Even now, when I get sick and ask them to come, my mother would come with my father driving all the way from Toyohashi. They would stay at my place and prepare food for me. My favourite from my mum’s kitchen is her kimpira gobo and braised pumpkin. We have a special recipe, we boil the pumpkin and soak it in lemon and honey. It fuels my body and soul!“

Early next year, she will perform "Shin Bakumatsu Junjoden”, which has made her popular as a versatile actress, in her hometown Toyohashi in January, and in April, the movie in which she stars in as the main actress, “Harahara nanoka” will premier.

“It will be the stage which marks my triumphant return to my hometown, which was my dream since I was a child, so I want my parents to watch it. I have another dream. I bought a home theater for our house. I’m looking forward to seeing my father, who loves to watch movies, watching the movies I’m in on the big screen at home. I would like to watch the movies I’m in together with my parents at home someday so I would like to do my best as an actress in movies now.”

I decided to write something since I only received one ask ;uuu; Sorry if it’s too short. I will try to write more next time. And here’s the theme: Going to a library with RFA members! I hope you like it!


  • This boy would have 2 stages. Firstly he would be really excited to go out and study with you. Like a good student, he would be very quiet and do everything he had to do.
  • But after sometime Yoosung would just start looking at you and complaining about everything. LIKE??? WHY SO SUDDENLY?
  • So you would have to take a lot of breaks. Just to eat something, walk for a while or talk outside. Yoosung can’t concentrate on work for too long; and if he did, nothing would be done later. Just play LOLOL.
  • Just take this kid for a walk so he doesn’t kill himself. 


  • The only place he would stay in silence.  Is he really Seven?
  • He would pick so many different books. About every subject and would read it easily. And sometimes we would even type on his notebook. But nothing made sense to you.
  • Saeyoung would explain anything to you. He would even make you laugh so you would remember it more easily. He is a sweetheart.
  • But he is Seven. So after some time he would send you little messages. “Jumin Han is gay or European? Choose one”, “(・ω<)☆” or “I  was wondering if you had an extra heart. Mine seems to have been stolen.
  • Just don’t let him eat Honey Buddha Chips. He would do it so loudly. If he was tired then… Just don’t.


  • Don’t do this. This man would attract every single person’s attention to him. While he would complain about you not giving him enough attention. 
  • Zen, we came here to study. Please.”  “It’s too boring. What do you want me to do?
  • For your luck, Zen found one of your books for literature classes and decided to start reading it. He would be so quiet that you only noticed when you finished all the work.
  • And he was there. Finishing the book that took you 2 weeks to read. And crying. Doing what you wanted to do.
  • Later Zen would explain everything about the book. The characters and what happened. HE WOULD EVEN ACT LIKE THE CHARACTERS!! AND HE ONLY READ IT ONCE. 
  • Zen started going more with you after this. And your grades in literature are so fucking good for his sake.

Jumin Han:

  • Jumin can’t do his work without calling his clients and walking around. He would spend most of the time outside, looking at you sometimes. 
  • When he finally sat down next to you, Jumin would do two things: resolve anything that was left with his notebook so sexy or look at what you were doing. And if you did any math problem wrong, he would stop and say how you should do it. 
  • But this would be a new thing to him. He would be happy finding some books he read when he was younger. Difficult books. Why?
  • Of course he would say you should study at home with him and Elizabeth 3rd, but if you like this place so much… But he wants wine so much 


  • THE BEST DAY IN HER LIFE. This woman would love this day so much. Can you imagine how happy she would be? COFFEE. YOU. SILENCE. She wouldn't have to worry about Jumin or Elizabeth 3rd or anything. Super productive time. 
  • Then she could just look at you anytime. And you would be working and having a good time too. I don’t need to say she would have coffee with her all the time. 
  • Jaehee would call you to dates like this more often. And after some time at the library, she would take you to eat some sweets or ice cream. She would also tell you to have some breaks and to eat something. 

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1,559

Warnings: so.much.angst!

A/N: Sequel to In a State. I had the idea for a while and because I have a final tomorrow, I have to procrastinate. Sorry for the angst (but not really). Idea came to me because of cumonbucky who is a fantastic human being for letting me write about this! I might think of writing a 3rd part…depends if y’all want it or not. As always leave comments.

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4. 9. 2017
Monday is tough. I just finished my COMST 220 speech # 2. It took me all day, and I was totally stressed. Next stop English Essay Rough Draft. Although I am on schedule with what I planned out for getting an A on my essay. I just need to get started today before me and my friends chem study sess. tonight. That’s right you heard “study sess”. Me and my friend call each other everyday on week days, spending about 20 min max reviewing everything for our next quiz. Calling each other every night keeps us motivated and accountable

Disastrous Date

Originally posted by wow-pandastic-baby

Disastrous Date

You twirled around in front of the mirror, a little more excited then you wanted to admit for this date. Dean was a regular at your coffee shop. He’d always go there to write and over the last few weeks you two had gotten pretty close. He’d asked you out before but you had this policy against dating customers; Though he made it very clear he wasn’t just some customer.

It was hard not to be charmed by him.

Dean picked you up around noon and you two enjoyed a casual lunch down by the Han river. He planned out everything for this date. It took him weeks to finally get it, and he wasn’t too ashamed to admit that he’d been dreaming about it for a while. If everything went well then that’d insure a second date.

You’d offhandedly mentioned this restaurant a while ago, and it was hell getting reservations but he managed. Afterwards he planned a nice long walk along the river, and finishing it off with a boat ride. He grinned hearing you sigh happily as you ate your lunch. “Good?”

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Jungkook Vampire AU

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

Jungkook Vampire AU: Part 8

Published: November 21st, 2016

Word Count: 3,281

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

[I kinda got sidetracked by school and tests and those got priority over writing this week, but here is part 8! Also its my first time using the “Keep Reading” feature so if it isn’t working and you can’t read the rest of the chapter please let me know.]

Jungkook’s POV:

“Ditch her, Kook. We need to meet.”

Jungkook prepared to respond when the line cut off and he was left with only static silence on the other side of the phone. “Jimin?” He called into the phone reflexively and heard nothing in return. He sighed before pulling the phone away from his ear and glancing at the screen. As he looked at it, a notification fell from the top of the display.

Message: Jimin-hyung: “Meet me at the Pire Café in half an hour. I’m buying.”

The younger boy sighed before pressing the power button on his phone and watching the monitor go dark. He slipped it into his pocket and walked back through your front door to see you stationary on the couch. As you heard the door, your head turned towards Jungkook and a smile appeared on your face.

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G dragon Scenario #25 “Crush” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

“Who is she? I never heard of her before” Ji yong was watching his phone, not paying too much attention.

“She is a singer and composer, and her first song was nominated at the 72nd Golden Globe Awards for Best Original Song…” Seungri answered pretty quickly. From the way he talked, it almost felt like he was reading your biography, but he wasn’t reading it. He actually knows all of that.

“How do you know that?” TOP says laughing, surprised.

“How do you don’t know that?!” Seungri was shocked.

“He is her biggest fan” Taeyang says. “Yeah! Just like you!!!” Seungri added, looking at Taeyang.

“Do you know something else about her?” Daesung was laughing when he asked curious.

“ Well… also one of her songs in her second album, scored nominations for Record of the Year, Song of the Year, Best Pop Solo Performance, and Best Music Video at the 77th Annual Grammy Awards”

Everyone laughed at him.

“WHAT?!… ” Seungri laughed too “… she’s amazing!!!” he took out his phone “Just… listen to her voice!!!”

Everyone in the room started to listen to one of your songs. And as soon as you started to sing Ji yong was so shocked by your beautiful voice and also by your particular way to sing.

He moved closer to Seungri, so he could listen better. “Told you, she is…” he started to say but Jiyong covered Seungri’s mouth quickly “Shh…”

After it finished TOP says “Wow! She’s good… what do you think?” he was talking to Ji yong.

“I can’t wait to meet her” he says smiling.

For the next two weeks the people that work with you and the people that work for Big Bang, were making sure everything was clear about this collaboration, and once everything was ready, you took a flight to Korea.

The day you met them, you were really nervous.

“Hello guys! I’d like to introduce to Y/N”

“안녕! 만나서 반갑습니다” you said, smiling.

They were really pleased that you even took the time to memorize how to say “Hi! Nice to meet you”. All of them was clapping, and smiling friendly, except for Ji yong who has a crooked smile on his face looking at the floor.

The days go by… and your relationship with them was getting better and better. But not with Ji yong, for some reason every time you was with him, makes you feel uncomfortable. He never speaks to you unless it’s necessary, and he barely makes eye contact with you.

What you didn’t know, is that he has a crush on you…

Ji yong loves the way you are. It was the first time he found someone as passionate as him for music. He’s in love with your smile, the sound of your laugh, the scent of your hair, and he really loves how you try so hard to say things in korean. He thinks is adorable. But the thing he loves the most about you, is your eyes, those beautiful eyes that he can’t even look at for more than three seconds.

The only reason why he treats you like that, is because of your age. You’re too young for him so he decided to build this huge wall between you two.

A few days later the time for record the song was here… you came into the studio and there he was, sitting, completely focused on something.

“Hi!” you said friendly, like always.

“Are you ready?” he asked you “Yes” you said, leaving your jacket and your bag on the couch. 

He stood up and gave you what it seems like a candy “Take this”.

“Thank you… what is this?” you said, taking it from his hand. 

“I heard you’re sick… take it. It’ll help you with the pain” he sits again, pointing at your throat.

“Thank you… that’s surprisingly really nice from you”

“Surprisingly?!” he says laughing. 

“Yeah… you know. I know you don’t like me”

“That’s not true!!!” he was so shocked by how direct you were. 

“Don’t worry, I’m aware I can be annoying” you put the candy in your mouth. 

“What are you talking about?! You’re not annoying”

“Then, why you don’t like me?” you said way too casual.

“I do like you… is just… is just my personality. Is nothing against you” he was avoiding your gaze. “No, you never act like that with other people… just with me”

“I just…” he didn’t know what to say.

“Mmm…” you started to say, sitting on the couch in front of him “… or maybe”

“What?” he asked.

“No it can’t be… do you like me?” you said making emphasis in that word. 

“What?!…” Ji yong smiled shy, he was so embarrassed. His whole face turns red.

“… we better start working now” he added.

“Ok” you said, smiling at him, and this time he stares at you, making you blush.