#and dont butter it up dont be soft about it be honest and blunt

[tescodisxo]

(1/?)WARNING: LONG ANON ASK AHEAD! (sorry if there's a ton of grammatical errors, I wrote this really fast inbetweeen finals) I'd like to tell you my story and ask for your advice. I really need to get this out of my system, this is something I've never talked to anyone about before so please bare with me... I was best friends with a girl for over two years. Her name was Mae and she was beautiful and smart and quirky and funny and sweet and amazing. And I was so freakin in love with her.

i’m going to put this under a read more, so bare with me ;-;

(2/?) But I never said anything. We spent every waking minute at the hip, we hung out after classes and on the weekends and slept at each other’s places almost every night. We were really close, not just socially but emotionally and physically as well, we were super playful with each other and sometimes people joked that we were like a lesbian couple. Even if we weren’t together together we basically were, I just had to try to stop myself from wanting to kiss her all the time.

(3/?) We were in the honeymoon stage of our friendship for over a year, and everything was amazing, she was my whole world and the only reason I was happy. But that’s when things started to get toxic. She was going through some shit with her mental health and her family and she ended up taking it out on meShe would constantly put me down, make me feel stupid and worthless, act like I was to blame for everything, and just be so coldheartedly mean I wouldn’t know how to respond .

(4/?) Then the next minute she’d tell me I was beautiful and that she could see how someone could fall in love with me, and she’d brush my hair out of my face and cuddle with me in her bed, like nothing ever happened, never saying a thing.It happened everyday, it was horrible but I loved her and I didn’t know what to think or what to do. It slowly got worse but I had become so dependent on her, I had no other friends or anyone I had felt close to, she was the only one that would be around me.(5/?) I am very quiet and don’t like putting myself in social situations, she was why we became friends in the first place. She was my sun, my rock. But then she became my chain and ball.. After 7 months of horribleness, I finally decided it was too much. I hid and came up with excuses for over a week about why we couldn’t hang out, until she finally approached me and I told her I didn’t think we should be friends anymore. It was really emotional, there was lots of yelling and crying.

(6/9)That was when my coworker introduced me to BTS. It changed everything. They became the light of my life, they gave me music as my salvage and brought back my laughter and tears. For the past year they have been my everything, and I love them so much and will forever appreciate them♡♡ I am finally happy again, finally starting to talk to people again. And that’s how I found out about Mae, through a friend of a friend.

(7/9) Apparently around the same I became an ARMY she left her abusive, alcoholic mothers house and got her own place. She stopped dating those horrible men and doesnt hang out with those people anymorThey said she’s sober and happy and healthy and she just came out as bisexual. And I just checked the roster for my next semester and she will be in two of my classes . My question is, should I try to talk to her again?

(8/8) ?? (I thought there were 9 but I guess not:/) What do you think? Should I try to mend our friendship? Maybe finally be more? It’s been over a year but my feelings for her haven’t gone. But I’m scared.I know deep down that maybe it was never meant to be but I can’t help thinking I’ll never find someone who truly cared about me ever again, and she seems so much better now. I don’t know what to do…

ok, firstly good luck with your finals. i hope they go well for you - good luck! 

i’m really sorry your friendship had to go through that twist and things changed, that she went through that herself with her mum etc and that you had to handle it. i really hope you are okay and truly happy now. you said it’s been a year? i’m guessing you mean since you last had contact? within a year a lot can happen, and it seems it has for her. it sounds like she’s really tried to sort things out for herself and her life but, you should put yourself first. it sounds like it was extremely exhausting in all senses of the word. i went through something similar with a friend, personally if i was you - i would wait and see what she does. don’t go in too heavy, don’t let your heart get over your head in this situation. i don’t know why but, something feels that maybe she’ll come to you. i’m a strong believer in the idea of fate, so maybe this is the worlds way of telling you like “hey, your old friend/love is okay now, they’re okay” and wants you to see it for yourself. i think you should wait a few classes first, see how she reacts to your presence, smile at her when you go to your first class or say a quick hello just to let her know you’re there and you’re willing to have her come to you and talk.

it sounds like you are in a better place yourself and that you finally feel comfortable, happy or content and i think that is something you should keep a hold of. don’t let it loose just because an old lover/friend is out to you again. love can be toxic at times especially when it is hidden for so long as it sounds like yours was - but you never deserved to be the punching bag for her emotional turmoil, you never deserved to be the one to suffer. please if you have any doubts about it happening again, save yourself the heartbreak etc and be as you are. but, i don’t see why you shouldn’t at least acknowledge her for starts, see if she comes to you - if she does, take it up - if she doesn’t, approach her yourself slowly if that’s what feels right to you. let time unravel it, it’ll probably hurt a lot to be around her without anything for a while but it sounds like you two really had something special to connect you and, i truly believe what is meant to be, will be. you’ve had a long time away from each other, you’ve both had times to grow from what happened and see things in a different light. you did the right thing to walk away, i know that sounds like a horrible thing for me to say; but you did. whether she comes back into your life or not - never think someone won’t care for you the same, or even more because, they will. you’re a strong person, head strong for sure. i can’t say much for your heart and love for her; other than i think you should be honest. if you do get back in contact, i’d say talk to her about everything - tell her the truth about it, tell her how you feel about her and see how she’s doing herself. you deserve some form of closure to the situation, walking out with her or walking out without her. but either way, you deserve a sense of closure. i say let her have the ball for a while, play it safe, and when you feel like it’s time you’ll know. then take it for yourself, approach her. even if it’s small, approach her.

whatever you do, please keep hold of the strength you have, the happiness and contentment you’ve managed to conjure up for yourself. don’t let someone burn out the light in your life. if you at any moment feel like you did when it went bad - step away. but, please never think that someone won’t care for you any more than another because they will.

[trollartistry]

Haaay! So umm... I'm still kinda new to your content here. Two questions: One-- If you were to perfectly describe your Nemi character using ten words, what would they be? If not ten, then six is fine! Two-- what kind of a boyfriend is he to Glamrock Freddy? Ex: Dominant, submissive, varies on situation, distant, super affectionate, the daredevil of the two? I already have an idea on that but I want to get your dynamic with him RIGHT! I want to write a little story about you both (I'll reveal myself later) but I want to be sure you'd be in character!! > < I can understand the awkwardness of mis-writing your own OC and you're sitting there like: "what? I wouldn't do that."

FIRST OF ALL ASDFG THANK YOU FOR WANTING TO WRITE ME SOMETHING YOU’RE TOO NICE ;0;

Second of all, sure lemme write some stuff up!! I’ll do some words along with a basic description. This is all under a read more just in case this gets big asdfg-

Words describing Nemi [both positive +/negative -]: +Outgoing, +Creative, +Honest, +Caring, +Respectful, -Stubborn, -Blunt, -Cowardly, -Guarded, -Quick-Tempered

More detailed description: Nemi’s a really sweet dude who likes to make new friends and likes to doodle while on the job. He’s respectful of other people and his job so he does try to do his work without getting too distracted. He’s quick to help those in need! He also tries to be a tough guy but he’s secretly super soft, dont show him kitten videos he will cry. ..On the flipside though, its hard for him to get him to actually open up. Shits happened to him and he tends to keep it all secret to protect himself, and he is a bit of a coward when hes faced with something dangerous or scary so I can see him scream like a b*tch while protecting Gregory ansfgkt- He’s unfortunately quick-tempered too and aint afraid to speak his mind- someone’s being stupid? It’s gonna piss him off and he’s gonna tell them they’re stupid.

His relationship with GlamFreddy: At first its all admiration because the bot reminds Nemi a lot of the classic Freddy he remembers as a child, not to mention he loves the 80′s glamrock theme of the bear. And then it gets complicated, with Nemi crushing on GlamFreddy but being so guarded he’s refusing himself that possible happiness because he truely believes theres no way GlamFreddy would love him. He still ends up going head over heels to make sure the bear’s happy as can be and has everything he could ever want. Once they’re together though, there’s PDA out the ass with these two asdfg- Nemi calls him his ‘teddybear’ and likes to stay by Freddy’s side. Freddy likes to use all sorts of pet names but ‘pumpkin’ and ‘honey’ are the two that makes Nemi turn to butter practically. Nemi’s practically wrapped around Freddy’s finger and vice versa for Freddy. In terms of “dominant/submissive”, LMAO good question. I like to think Nemi tries to be the more dominant one but all Freddy really has to do is call him by a petname or give him some affection and that “dominance” deflates out of Nemi like a damn balloon.

I hope this helps and if you have anymore questions lemme know!!

[imagineurfavs]

Liquid Confidence

I'd like to submit a request for a drabble with GOT7 Youngjae, 37, 43, & 57. IMO, there just isn't enough for Youngjae...

Pairing: Youngjae (GOT7) x reader Prompts: “I’m not drunk enough to have this conversation” “Would a friend do this?” “Can you just shut up for 5 minutes please?” Summary: just a drunken confession lol Genre: Fluff?? idk really... Word Count: 1,485  A/N: this is beyond terrible im sorry im apparently terrible at writing anything with any kind of emotion sjghsjgns

Pushing your way through hordes of sweaty strangers, you make your way to the exit of whoevers house it was you were actually at. You’d only tagged along to this party because you had been assured you that your friend Youngjae would be here; but it didn’t look like he’d bothered to turn up. Without his desperately needed comic relief, you really didn't see any point in hanging around.

 Just as you reach the door and go to grab the handle, a clammy hand reached over and rested upon your own. You spun around expecting to see a red faced stranger ready to ply you with more alcohol in an attempt to get you to stick around. Instead, you were met with an equally red faced, and very drunk Youngjae “y/n!!!! I’ve been looking for you all night- I was hanging out in the kitchen then for some reason i ended up in the bathroom, I’ve been everywhere but I didn't see you so i thought you weren’t here but I spotted you from the other side of the room so i ca-” he rambled on, his sweaty hand still on yours atop the door handle.

“Wait. You’re leaving?” He stopped himself mid sentence to ask, spotting your hand still trying to turn the handle. With his eyes growing larger, the drunken giddiness on his face turns to a look of disappointment.

“Well yeah, I don’t really see any point in staying. I was waiting for you but honestly now I just think my social interaction meter has run out for today, I just wanna be somewhere quiet and ma-”

“Wait no. You can’t leave, I’ve got something to talk to you about, come with me.” He cut you off, now grabbing your hand and leading you through the rooms, making his way to the back door on the other side of the house.

Pushing open the door, you’re hit with a cold blast of crisp night air, the sounds from the inside vanishing slowly as the door closed behind you.

“Everyone went inside because it’s getting kinda cold out” Youngjae said with a nervous giggle as he let go of your hand, beckoning you to a garden table surrounded by worn out plastic lawn chairs. “Plus at least you can get a bit of quiet now” he continued, picking up a half empty class of unknown alcohol someone had left behind.

After a few minutes of relishing in the new quiet atmosphere, you turn to Youngjae, who was leaning back in his chair, staring blankly at the night sky, “What was it you wanted to talk to me about...?” You said across the table, breath hanging visible in the air.

“Oh...yeah, right, that” He answered, snapping back to reality and sitting upright, finishing what was left in the glass in one big gulp. Letting out a big sigh and leaning closer to you across the table. “y/n...I like you. Like...really like you...”

“Oh god, that was blunt...are you saying what I think you are..?” shifting uncomfortably in your seat you mumble with a sigh “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” trying to avoid eye contact, but you can still feel his gaze piercing into your cheek.

“Well” He draws in a long breath, trying to compose himself as much as possible “I am drunk enough and I really need to tell you. I promise it’s not just the alcohol talking, it might seem like it is but I promise it’s for real. I’m being serious.” Without looking you feel his hands shift closer to your own, barely touching, but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from them.

You keep your gaze locked firmly on the ground below the glass table, but listen as he speaks out loud. His stream of consciousness continues “I know you know what I’m gonna say y/n, we’ve been friends for such a long time, I know, but I really think I like you more than that, y’know? Like...we’re like peanut butter and jelly, Tom and Jerry...and other analogies I can’t think of because to be honest...I’m pretty hammered...” he trailed off with a giggle. “What I’m tryna say is, we’re inseparable... there’s no me without you...”

“I really need you to think about what you’re saying Youngjae, we’re friends...best friends I might even say.” You knew you should probably stop talking, but you couldn't stop your words coming out, before you knew it you were babbling right back at him “And I’m not saying that I’ve never thought about you in that way, I have, many times but like what if everything goes wrong and we end up hating each other, I dont want that to happen but like wha-”

“Can you just shut up for 5 minutes please?” He spoke clearly, the intoxication in his voice almost fully disappeared. “Are you saying you feel the same way y/n?” You could pretty much hear his massive grin in the tone of his voice, you wanted to see that smile so badly but you didn’t think you could face him.

“Well...I don’t know. Maybe” You hear the sound of the plastic chair moving across the patio and Youngjae standing from his seat “I mean, yeah, I guess I do...but we’re friends Youngjae, I don’t wanna lose that...ah, I dunno...”

Before you could look up, you see his feet directly in front of you, he crouches down so his face is inches from yours. Taking your chin with his thumb, he lifts your face so your eyes meet with his own.

“Would a friend do this?” He spoke with a shaky breath, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. An overwhelming taste of alcohol on his lips is the first thing that hits you, replaced slowly by his overwhelming warmth. Suddenly the cold air felt like a hot summers day. 

The kiss was sloppy, but meaningful. Messy, yet innocent. With every move of his lips against yours, the world around you began to feel further and further away. One of his hands rested on your shoulders whilst your own cupped his soft flushed cheeks. His free hand sat comfortably on your thigh, drawing small circles with his thumb.

Even with the awkward crouched position he was in, you felt his body relax next to yours, deepening the kiss as he leaned in closer to you. Every movement of his lips telling you everything he never had the courage to admit to you before. 

Your moment was cut short by the door being flung open, a rowdy friend of yours practically falling out on to the patio next to you. Youngjae pulls his lips away from you, but keeps his hand protectively on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

“Ooooooooh...whats t-this...did I interrupt you two...hah- sorry...it was about time you two got together though...we’ve all been waiting for you both to ad- admit you like each other loooooooool...sorry- pretend I was never here..” They said as they stumbled backwards, quickly tried to make their way back indoors.

“Well...now I’m embarrassed” you mumbled quietly, head hanging low.

“To be honest” Youngjae replied laughing “I’m more embarrassed they said lol out loud. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Plus like they said, it was about time anyway”

He moved slowly to his feet, offering you his hand as he stands. “Come on, you wanna get out of here?”

“What exactly are you insinuating?” you laughed, standing up, ready to make your way out.

“What?!?” I’m not suggesting anything like that!” He answered with a jokingly shocked expression on on his face, “You said before that you wanted to go somewhere quiet...and I wanna be with you, so I thought we could both go somewhere together, yeah?”

As you make your way back through the house, you’re met with the laughter filled cheers of your intoxicated friends as they spot you walking hand in hand with Youngjae. You turn to him just as you reach the door you very nearly walked out of earlier, met with the crescent eyed smile of your...friend?...boyfriend...?

“We’re totally dating now by the way, we’ve kissed and everything, it’s the law” He places one last very dramatic peck on your lips, one that he obviously wanted everyone close by to see. After causing chaos you quickly scurried out of the house to the sounds of yet more rowdy excited cheers. 

The night was bitterly cold, but you didn’t care; you’d stay out all night if it meant getting to stay with Youngjae even an hour longer. Before you were even aware, the boy had let go of your hand and was removing his jacket, draping it carefully over your shoulders. “I wanted to do that earlier, but I didn't wanna let go of your hand” he admitted quietly as you continue strolling peacefully though the dimly light suburban streets.

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a/n lets just pretend i ended this on some super sweet note and didnt just cut it off randomly bc I apparently have no idea how to end things lmao sorry 

[melliesfiction-blog]

Strawberry

A/N: I personally dont think im good at spooky stories but i hope you enjoy

Group: Seventeen

Member: Wonwoo

Genre: Suspense, Mystery, nonIdol!AU

Warnings: Strong language, descriptions of murder

Words: 1,278

anon:  “ i dont know if you do horror storys but can i ask for something spooky with wonwoo please? it okay if you cant(:” 

The day started like any other, you reluctantly got out of bed and got dressed for work. Since it didn’t take you a whole hour like it normally does you decided to eat breakfast while at home. As you walked to the kitchen you realized that you felt oddly happy. You never felt happy in the morning. But, instead of questioning it, you embraced it. What type of person would give up actually feeling good? When you finally made it to the kitchen, you decided to go for a light breakfast. You made a single egg paired with some buttered toast. The day was already going amazing, even though you’d only been up for about an hour. But when your eyes meet with your calendar all happiness faded. On your way to work you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

August 6, 2013.

It was the five year anniversary of your best friends death. He died tragically, 35 stab wounds and there was evidence of blunt force trauma to his head. They found him discarded on the side of the road next to a burning muscle car. He was dead when they found him. He was barley even recognizable. His face was swollen and bruises littered his body. His clothes were torn from the stabs and from when, they suspect, he crawled out of the car. 

You two were inseparable. You were always together, mostly because you had every class together. He would walk you home from school everyday. There was one day you guys decided to take a little detour to a famous ice cream parlor. It was nearing 90°F and, like always, you were both dressed in all black. After getting your ice cream, he got vanilla and you got strawberry, you happily skipped out of the ice cream shop. You were never really the best at walking so you not only dropped your ice cream, but fell face first into the mess you created seconds prior. He wouldn’t let you live it down.

“Hey, Strawberry.”

“Wonwoo, I told you to stop calling me that.” You shoved him, you honestly hated that nickname. Not only because of the cheesiness but because of the experience that made him come up with it.

“What? It’s better than calling you nose-dive or some weird shit like that.” He giggled. You honestly couldn’t stand him. He literally didn’t know when to stop. At first the friendship wasn’t fake. You really enjoyed hanging out with him, talking to him about your favorite books, just going out to get coffee. You enjoyed being with him. But he was just too much now. He constantly wanted to talk to you, constantly wanted to be around you. 

One day it got to be too much, and you hit him. Really hard, with a baseball bat. Blood started dripping down the side of his face. After the blow, he kind of just looked at you, stunned. 

“Strawberry....”

You covered your ears and through gritted teeth said, “Don’t. Call. Me. That.” You picked the bat back up and went to hit him again. 

“Y/N..please...stop.” You swung and hit him once again. He cried out in pain this time, and for some reason, you enjoyed it. The sound of him in agony was music to your ears. You grabbed a steak knife off of his kitchen counter and started to puncture his soft skin. After the 35th stab, you heard his phone ring. His mom had texted him telling him she was on her way home. You panicked. He was lying there, in a pool of his own blood, barely even alive, and his mom was 30 minutes away. 

Without thinking twice, you pulled him from the kitchen to the garage, putting him in the backseat of his dads car. You rushed back to the kitchen cleaning up all the blood you could. Due to the rushed job, you didn’t get all of it but you did get most. You grabbed what you hoped was his fathers keys and ran back to the garage.

10 minutes left.

All the luck was with you that day. You grabbed the right keys and his mom texted and said she had to stop for gas. With Wonwoo still slightly alive in the backseat, you drove out of the neighborhood and headed towards Nam River. Halfway through the drive, you realized the car was low on gas. 

“Shit. Fuck. Bitch.” Before you completely gave up you remembered. Wonwoo’s dad was always prepared for anything. So he would most likely have gasoline somewhere in his car. You decided to check the trunk and, sure enough, the light of luck shown in your face. You also remembered that Wonwoo’s dad was a smoker, and that he kept a spare lighter in the glove compartment. So, instead of putting gas in the car, you put it on the car. And, from a safe distance, threw the old-fashioned lighter at the car. 

You don’t know how he had enough strength to crawl out or who found the body, but you didn’t care. He was out of your life and that’s all that mattered.

The ding of the elevator took you out of your thoughts and into reality. You gave the lady in the front of you a slight smile before joining her. You worked a boring desk job. To be honest you couldn’t even remember the name of the company. There were no office parties, no company dinners, just work. Today was different though. 

An hour into work, you got a call. It was odd because no one ever called you at work. You weren’t going to answer because the number wasn’t saved, but something about it made you.

“Hello?” At first you just heard breathing, so you said hello again.

“Strawberry..”

As soon as the word made it’s way into your ear, your breathing stopped. Your whole world stopped. You didn’t remember where you were or what you were doing, you could just hear his faint breathing. 

“Who is this?” 

“Come on, Strawberry, you couldn’t have forgotten me that quick.”

You didn’t know what to do. You were there when he was buried, you were the one that murdered him. How could he be calling you?

“Listen, this isn’t funny. I don’t know who you are or how you got this number but don’t call again.” Right as you were about to hang up, you heard a low chuckle. The chuckle turned into a laugh and once again you couldn’t move. 

“Hm, Strawberry. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You couldn't respond, you couldn’t even think. You wanted to hang up but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. “It’s been five years.” 

“How....how are you alive?” You forced yourself to ask him. It was impossible, right? 

Instead of being given an answer, you were laughed at. He just kept laughing. It annoyed you. Your fear was being replaced with anger. 

“Shut up.” That only caused him to laugh louder. “I said shut up!” You stood up, your rolling chair moving with you. “I killed you! You were buried! How are you calling me?! How are you alive?!” You were screaming at top volume now. 

You heard the dial tone and you were back in your workplace. All eyes were on you...and it annoyed you.

“What are you all looking at? Huh? You guys think I’m crazy?”

“Y/N, no one thinks you’re crazy. Just sit down, okay?” Lily, the girl who sat next to you, said with a sweet voice. You complied, sitting down. But, you couldn’t help but feel upset when you heard the faint sound of ‘What is your emergency?’ on a phone.