#the bag and treats went right in the trash at home btw

[nefja]

So we just came back to the car after a forest walk and found a poop bag with treats inside on my driver's door handle. Fuck no, I'm not giving those to my dog???

[sherlockfanficwriting]

Sherlock BBC “I’m sorry”

Summary - Based on a request, you, Sherlock’s sister, end up in a disastrous fight with your brother. Having been verbally horrible to you, you storm out and never look back. Not much longer, you have the shock of your life, but you won’t recover in a second from it. Will your brother change?

Warnings - small angst

A/N - please take the poll that I recently uploaded :) and enjoy this angsty story. its short btw hehe

WHo GON send me more REQUESTsssssSSS?? Dracula? Sherlock?

You skipped down the steps of Scotland Yard in a pair of mid black heels. You had just finished a small amount of paperwork with your brother, Mycroft, on a difficult case. 

“I can’t believe I am being seen in a place like this,” Mycroft scoffed, desparately trying to hurry down the steps. 

“No one’s even looking at you!” You shouted at him, lightly punching his arm. 

“Sometimes I wonder how we’re related, (Y/N).” 

You flew down the outside steps with Mycroft and whipped open your car door. He awkwardly bent down to fit in the medium sized car. Mycroft held his phone with one hand and used his index finger to scroll up and down, which caused you to roll your eyes. You drove through the city and parked in front of an immensely tall building. 

Mycroft placed his phone back in his pocket and sat up straight. You sat still.

“You’re not coming inside?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “I’m going to see Sherlock for a little.” 

“Well, okay. I hope I’m not that boring for you.” He opened the door and swung his legs over. 

“Never. I’ll stop by tomorrow and bring you something.” You smiled at him and waited until he walked through the large glass doors into his highly professional  life. 

As soon as you parked in front of Sherlock’s flat, you whipped your body over, searching for the crumpled white bakery bag on the seat behind you. You grabbed it and peeked inside the bag. There, the warm blueberry scone that was his favorite, lay idle. You hopped out of the car, clutching the bag, and let yourself in the apartment. You walked up the steps and knocked on his door. 

“Come in.” He said. 

You walked inside and found Sherlock reading a book on his chair. He looked up to you and his eyes immediately went to the bag. A cheeky smile formed on his face. 

“Blueberry?”

“Just how you like it.” 

Sherlock jumped up and ran to you, wrapping you in a tight hug. He grabbed the bag and as soon as he opened it, it was already eaten. You looked at your brother in pure amusement. 

“Do anything interesting besides being with Mycroft today?” He asked. 

You shrugged. “Just paper work.” 

“I see Anderson’s got something with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s just being friendly.” 

“You like him.” 

“Sherlock, I’m just friendly. Not like you.” 

“Why are you nice to him? He’s nothing but stupidity. He gets in the way.” 

“Don’t be so rude. I’ll be nice to who I want to.” 

“Did you screw him?”

Your eyes widened at him. “Sherlock! What is wrong with you! Like I said, I only join in conversation. Friendly. Nothing more. It’s like I do with everyone else.” 

“Whatever. Just don’t make the same mistake again.” 

“What mistake?” 

“You know. You remember James. I bet you do.” 

You sighed. James was one of your dear friends. He was smart. He was talented. However, one day, you both did the riskiest thing you could ever do involving crime as well as hacking. It was both to challenge your intelligence, but it didn’t end well, especially for James. You had been fond of his name for years. You never liked to remember the past, but it wasn’t all your fault. It was realistic. It was something the two of you did, but one suffered more. It was random, but you would do anything to take it back. 

“Can you just leave it be?” You asked, feeling emotional. 

Sherlock scoffed. “Why did you even do that? I thought you were smart. I never knew. Do you miss him? Well, certainly not, you fundamentally killed him. I just can never fathom myself doing that.” 

You felt your eyes becoming ever so slightly watery. You didn’t know why Sherlock always escalated things like this. Sometimes it was too much. 

“Don’t kill Anderson and please don’t kill Lestrade. We need him. I don’t kill my friends. I hope that was the last one.” 

You looked at him in the eyes. He had no right in doing this. What does he know?

“Just leave me alone.” 

“Was James good to you? Are you hitting up Lestrade too?” He asked, chuckling. 

Your face burned and you clenched your fists.

“I never understood why you did selfish things like that. I should know. I wonder if Mycroft does.” 

You had it with Sherlock. You couldn’t hear it anymore. You bring something nice over to your brother and he treats you like this. 

“At least I’m not a failure in life. At least I don’t live in a trash place like this, acting like I’m smarter than everyone and constantly showing off what I can do. I don’t act like I’m better every single moment of the day. You could have been something big, but what are you doing? Solving whatever you call these easy cases in London and acting like you hit home every time you solve them? You’re just sitting around and doing what? You’re doing nothing. You’re a failure.” 

Sherlock looked stunned at this. Tears were streaming down your face. 

“Why can’t you just be nice? Normal? Why do you think you’re all alone in life except for John? He doesn’t count! He’s mentally unstable and troubled. He’s not normal. He’s just there to make you feel better about your skills and intelligence. No real person wants to be with you ever. Yeah, I made a mistake. I don’t need you doing this again.” 

Sherlock’s eyes grew dark and cold. They lost the familiar glimmer inside. You couldn’t look at him any longer. You whipped your body around and stormed down the steps and into the city. You didn’t look where you were going nor did you care.

“(Y/N)!” A voice behind you shouted. It was Sherlock. You paid no attention to him. You turned a corner and noticed him running towards you. You picked up your pace, wanting to get away from him. You turned your head back to the road, and in a split second, right in front of you, you slammed into a car, which immediately braked. Your body fell to the ground. You heard Sherlock scream your name, but his voice sounded distant. Soon you temporarily slipped into a deep trance while your brother, panicking, picked you up. 

------ an hour later -------

You started to yawn but soon stopped as you winced in pain. You touched a spot on your head near your scalp. It hurt. As you opened your eyes wider and adjusted to your surroundings, Sherlock sprinted in, blocking your view of the table in front of you. 

“What happened?” You asked. 

Before you finished your question, Sherlock’s long arms were immediately wrapped tightly around you. You moved your head into a comfortable position nudged against the nook between his neck and shoulder. After a few seconds, the events came rushing back to you, but instead of becoming angry, you retaliated. After what just happened, it wasn’t appropriate. You grimaced as you thought of it. You couldn’t change everyone. You tried, but you couldn’t and you shouldn’t. 

Sherlock let go of you carefully and examined every part of you with his eyes. 

“Are you in pain?” 

You shook your head. “I’m fine. Thanks.” 

He noticed your attitude and the scene from earlier was constantly replaying in his head. You began to swing your legs over the bed. Sherlock grabbed both of your arms and held you down. 

“I’m sorry. I really am.” 

You were partially shocked and couldn’t really believe you heard him saying this. You covered your surprisement.

“It’s okay. It really is.” You weren’t lying. 

“I’m serious, “(Y/N).” I’m working on it. I can’t do it without you. This was all my fault. You should have never gotten hurt. It was all because of me.” 

You looked into his eyes. The glimmer was still gone. You couldn’t help but feel bad. This wasn’t you. You took Sherlock’s hand, which was freezing, and you held it inside your warm hand. You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you. Well, maybe a little.” You said, laughing. A smile started to spread on his face. 

“I hate you sometimes.” 

You stood up and began walking out. “Do you want me to walk in front of a car again?” You asked. 

Sherlock’s eyes widened then he soon rushed over to you, beginning to ask more questions and annoyingly pecked at the three bandages you had on. 

[daybreak-delusion]

Chapter 9

Introduction: Whitney Goodwinson was planning on inheriting one of her deceased grandmother's properties, but not a little house off the coast of North Carolina.  As she struggles to meet new people, fix up her new property, deal with troublemaker JJ Maybank, and perfect her grandmother's infamous lemonade, she might just find that the Outer Banks has more to offer than it seems.

Series Masterlist

Previous chapter 

I want to say that on Sunday I was totally independent and was totally not missing the presence of a certain golden boy at all, but I’d be lying to myself. It wasn't a complete waste of the day though. I did manage to drive the Bee (my new nickname for the Volkswagen) to the hardware store that I saw yesterday and picked up some essentials for fixing up the house. Blue tape, a bunch of paintbrushes and rollers, a couple of gallons of primer and white paint, drop cloths, this anti-rust spray for the garage, about a million trash bags, and some other items that I had to pre-order. The store had limited options for paint so I had to order some from a manual and it would be coming later this week. I figured I would stick to the yellow/lemon theme that she had going on and picked a shade of light yellow. Since the paint should be arriving in a week I had time to get everything situated. Somehow I managed to shove everything into the Bee and make it home. I mean back to the Lemon House. Back at the house, I placed all of my new equipment on the back porch and then headed to the garage. My task for today was going to be cleaning out the garage. I parked the Bee closer to the house so I could have more space and started to realize the trouble I was in. There was just so much junk and the last thing I wanted to do was find the pests that had made a mess of the place. I decided to change into a more suitable outfit for the deep cleaning I was about to do. After switching my sandals for some sneakers and putting on some leggings I made my way back to the garage with a trash can, recycling bin, and a box of trash bags. It was gonna be a long day. 

The boxes were filled with all kinds of things. There were old suitcases filled with clothes, rusty pans with ancient stains on them, old fashioned jewelry, and a bunch of old photographs that were in good shape. I was really conflicted about what to get rid of and what to keep. I decided to ditch the pans and pots seeing that they were out of shape. I kept the clothes in case there was a thrift store I could donate them too. Most of the stuff could also be given to thrift stores or antique shops, but there was one box underneath this ancient-looking blanket that seemed different from the others. First of all, it was an actual wooden box, not like the cardboard boxes that had held all of the other items. Unfortunately, there was a lock on the box and it wouldn't open. I didn’t want to break it in case I broke something in the box. Then I remembered the bulletin board where I found the car keys. Walking over to it there were a bunch of different labels for different keys, but one of them didn’t have a label. I figured it was my best bet. Thankfully it was a pretty good bet. When I opened it, a disgusting spider the size of one of Grandmother's lemons crawled out and I bolted out of the garage screaming, knocking over a few boxes in the process. It took me a couple of minutes to calm down and I reluctantly walked back into the garage with a baseball bat I found in my hands. I was shaking as I started to open the box again until I was sure the spider had disappeared. In the box were a bunch of misshapen things covered in old linen cloth and unfortunately spiderwebs. Not wanting to be in the pest infested room anymore I decided to take a break and bring the chest on to the porch. It was a lot lighter than I expected and stained my gray shirt with dust. I placed it on the porch and went inside to grab a damp cloth to clean off the dust. Sitting on the porch I cleaned the box and opened it again. The first misshapen item was a gold locket in good condition, I was excited to see what was in the compartment only to find it empty. The next item was a silver ring with a crop of wheat engraved on it. It was a bit bulky for my taste and definitely had belonged to a man at one point. I slipped it onto my thumb and thought it looked nice with the rest of the rings that I had on. Then at the bottom of the box was an old cracked leather journal with yellow pages. On the bottom right-hand corner the name Elenora Stanton was engraved in gold letters. I instantly knew this stuff belonged in a museum or something the date on the first page was from April 1843. 

“Holy shit,” I whispered to myself stroking my hand across the faded ink. The writing was in a small cursive that I could barely make out. It would be easier to read with a magnifying glass. I carefully wrapped the leather-bound book in the white cloth and placed it back into the box. Walking inside I cleared a space for it on the table and set the box down. Thankfully from my knife search when I was making lemonade I got an idea of where everything was in the kitchen and I remembered seeing a magnifying glass in a drawer with a bunch of other random items. I brought it over to the table and opened the old book again. Thank god Mother made me practice writing in cursive or this would have been a nightmare. 

23 April 1843

Dear friend as of today, I am eighteen years of age and now get to embark on the responsibilities of an adult. I had received many good wishes of health and good tidings for my birthday and my dearest younger sister Juliana gifted me my most favored gift, this diary. I was also gifted a new church dress from Mother and Father and Aunt Alice promised to take me into town to buy a new corset. She said that all adult women should own a suitable corset and if I am to live with her and Uncle Harry this summer it would be an absolute necessity for me to own one. Mother wishes I would stay home and help care for my younger siblings, but I find it absurd that she puts the task of looking after them on me. If Mother feels too overwhelmed with her offspring then she should simply just hire a nanny. I pray that whoever she hires will be able to keep her sanity after a week of working with my siblings or perhaps Juliana will have to bear my burdens. No matter I mustn’t worry about my family anymore. I am an adult as of today and now am able to focus on the wishes of my own heart. In all truthfulness, my wishes are few in number, but this summer I hope to make more. Aunt Alice says that Outer Banks is a marvelous island and I count the days until we depart. Nonetheless, I still have time to prepare for my departure, till next time dear friend! 

30 April 1843

Dear friend this week has been excruciating. Father is beginning to go back on his promise to let me live with Aunt Alice this upcoming summer. He is skeptical of the owner of the island being a colored man and all, but Aunt Alice says that to be truly Christian we must see and treat all people as the children of God and that my father is little-minded. I would never speak to Father with such forwardness so to help my case I have been taking on extra tasks and duties around our home. Juliana has been accompanying me in my tasks as she will be taking over my responsibilities as I predicted. She is quite a quick learner and I’m sure she will be able to manage all of my duties when I leave for the summer. Today we- 

The rest of this entry was just explaining all of the chores that Elenora and Juliana had to do on a daily basis. I was incredibly fascinated with the diary and was confused as to why it was in Grandmother's garage? I am interrupted from my thoughts by a buzz coming from my phone on the table. I placed a stray piece of paper where I left off and reached for my phone. Checking my phone I noticed a text from an unknown number. 

U/N: Hey Whitney it’s Sarah! My friends and I are going to the beach tomorrow afternoon! I remember you said your board was coming in tomorrow, but if you don’t have it yet John B has an extra one you could borrow! BTW this is nonnegotiable you are coming! We’ll be by at 1. See ya then!

Oh thank god, I was so scared it was going to be Rose Cameron inviting me over for brunch or something. 

Also, my mom wants to know if you can do brunch sometime.

Great. Oh well, I guess there could be worse things than free food. 

Me: Tell your mother that brunch this Saturday will be fine and I would love to go to the beach with you guys! About the board, I’ll be sure to let you know if I need it or not. 

Sarah: Sounds like a plan and be by your dock at 1

Me: Got it see you then! 

I was excited to finally have plans that didn't involve me having to wear a dress. I just hope that my board would get in before the afternoon, I’d hate to have to be a bother. I eyed the journal and decided to continue reading. What else did I have to do? 

The next few entries were about Elenora’s daily life. Taking care of her siblings, washing the laundry, having tea with her mother’s sewing group, and walking through town with her friends. It was starting to become boring until an entry from June 3rd. 

3 June 1843

Dear friend today is the day! I am finally leaving this simple town and am leaving with Aunt Alice and Uncle Harry to The Outer Banks of North Carolina. My soul has reached happiness beyond my comprehension. All of those days of labor around the house finally served a purpose in my measly life. Now I will be embarking to a new place where hopefully anything can happen. Nonetheless, I will not be staying there without a purpose, I am to work in Uncle Harry’s tailor shop mending minor rips and sewing on buttons and such. Mother and father are still reluctant for me to leave our household, but Aunt Alice is most persuasive especially when her favorite niece is involved. We will leave today at noon and then will stay in a tavern closer to the ferry we will take tomorrow. I am just jittery with excitement, this will be a new area for me to explore and I cannot wait to see where it takes me!  Till next time dear friend!

It was so strange that this lady, Elenora, was so excited to come to Outer Banks, and just two days ago this was the last place I wanted to be. Maybe I was being a bit ungrateful, maybe this place had more to offer than it seemed. I was absolutely fascinated with the diary, but for real why did Grandmother have it? Maybe she bought it in an auction or it was a gift or something. Looking at my phone for the time I realize it’s a quarter past 1 and I still need to clean out the rest of the garage. Sighing, I closed the diary with a makeshift bookmark and left the house. Bagging up the clothes took the longest, but with the music playing, I didn’t really mind it that much. I had also gotten used to the heat, kind of, so it wasn't completely unbearable. After cleaning everything out and dusting some of the hard to reach corners I decided to power wash the garage. It was disgusting, but it had to be done. The garage was still wet so I decided to bring the remaining boxes to the porch. I was definitely done cleaning for the night and needed some relaxation time. So I cooked up some pasta and steamed vegetables and sat down for dinner. As I was eating my lonely feelings were coming back to me. I was craving company and turned to the diary for something to do. 

10 June 1843 

Dear friend, I have been staying with Aunt Alice and Uncle Harry for a week now and it has been a thrilling experience. On the ferry ride to the island Uncle Harry let us sit on the top deck and it was exhilarating leaning over the edge to see the water. The shop that Uncle Harry owns is the only tailor shop on the island so they are always busy. We stay in the apartment space above the shop and one of the windows in the parlor gives the most breathtaking view of the ocean. It is so vast and wide that I feel as if I am a small button on a white collared shirt. The apartment is quaint, but I have my very own quarters! There is so much space that I felt quite foolish when I only had my small bag to fill up the drawers. However, Aunt Alice says that if customers are satisfied with their work they sometimes pay extra and that I can keep the excess money for myself! Me owning my own money! It will truly be thrilling I know it. I pray that my skills will be adequate for the shop and that I will exceed my skills. There is still more work to be done, so until next time dear friend! 

19 June 1843

Dear friend, I  thought that my experiences here on this island could not have been better, but I was proven wrong! This week has been most eventful. It all began on Monday the 13th in the tailor shop. Denmark Tanny, the owner of practically the whole island, came into the shop. He was accompanied by his eldest son Robert Tanny and as they were discussing business with Uncle they mentioned the expertise work on the stitching of a new suit and it was my own work! Thankfully Uncle gave me the credit and I had the pleasure to make their acquaintances. They were truly delightful people and invited us to tea that coming Wednesday at their residence at Tannyhill. Their home was the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen in my existence. It was a mansion. I felt so quaint in my three-year-old Easter dress compared to the lavish home. The Tanny family was most welcoming and tea went by too fast. The conversation was most interesting, although I did not speak much. They talked of the economy and politics and I was too mature on the subject. However what was most interesting was during the conversation I prayed my mind was not presuming it, but Robert kept looking in my direction. Looking back on the occasion I should not be assuming such things, but one cannot help themselves when the presence of an attractive male is in the room. When he smiles I feel nothing, but sunshine and complete bliss. The feeling magnifies when he smiles in my direction. I was anticipating our next meeting, however, Mr. Tanny did not come into Uncle’s shop for the rest of the week. Not all hope was lost however because today after our church services Robert Tanny asked to accompany me on my walk home. I almost fainted with excitement, however, I kept up my studious facade and accepted. On the pathway home, we talked of nature and the ocean. To my disappointment we arrived at the shop rather quickly however, Robert promised to take me to the beach to search for shells so that I may decorate my quarters. I am counting the second until this Thursday comes along. Until next time dear friend! 

I wanted to keep reading, but I noticed it was past midnight and I still had a lot to do tomorrow. JJ would be by and I had a list of things for him to get done. I also needed to get enough rest if I was going to go surfing and I didn’t want to be the one lagging behind. Elenora’s diary was just gonna have to wait. As I fell asleep I tried to imagine myself in Elenoras place, wonderstruck about Outer Banks, and starting a relationship with a true gentleman. Oh, how things have changed. Still, the name Tanny sounded really familiar to me, especially their house, Tannyhill. This all did take place on Outer Banks, so maybe some of the places Elenora was talking about still exist. I would have to save it for another day because for now, I needed as much beauty sleep as I could get.

a/n: Hey guys sorry I haven’t updated in a while I am on vacation and have been going through a bit of writers block. But I am revived and am so excited to finish this story. Also like PLOT TWIST can’t wait for you guys to read what’s next! I’m still on vacation so I’ll try to update when I can.

[miracloud]

The Right One

ong seongwoo x y/n

angst, fluff

fuckboy seongwoo

you groaned seeing seongwoo approaching

he casually rested his arm on your shoulder as if it’s the most normal thing to do

“hey~ you’re looking beautiful today too”

you pushed his arm away and continued walking

“oh, i like that attitude” and he rested his arm again on your shoulders

“can you please stop this? there are plenty of women who are more than happy to flirt with you.”

“well, i don’t want them. i WANT you”

you rolled your eyes and after pushing his arms again, you run FAST

seongwoo is the most popular man in school. you didn’t know anything about his reputation. you simply agreed because he’s super handsome and of course, good-looking people are popular

“the rumors are true. after we did it last weekend, Seongwoo stopped talking to me”, a woman from a higher year said as she was crying.

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop. at that time, you were assigned to throw the trash aka you (lol no) 

so when you heard that, you knew that Seongwoo is bad news. but you didn’t mind it that much. what’s the possibility to interact with him???

after spending time with a lot of women, Seongwoo still feels bored. so he is in search for his next girl. after roaming around the school, he got three candidates (lol, this be soundin like a pageant)

he was sitting on a park bench thinking of the next girl (THIS MAN IS TAKING THIS SHIT SERIOUSLY) when you approached him wrong move

you had to look for a single cucumber. why a cucumber of all things????

so much to your dismay, the local supermarket is closed for the day so you have to look for another store. if you can remember correctly, there should be a store near the park. you’ve been looking for a while but you can’t see it. and you don’t want to go home empty-handed ‘cause your mother would turn into a beast. fortunately, you saw a young man so you approached him

when he looked at you, you wanted to run away but you want to buy that cucumber (EVERYTHING FOR MOTHER’S CUCUMBER)

“h-hi. do you know where’s the nearest s-store?”

sTOP stuttering y/n!!!

“oh, hi. you have to pass that alley there”, he said as he pointed the said alley

“thanks”, you turned your heel, ready to zoom out of his vision

“should i go with you?”, seongwoo offered. talking to someone can at least help him forget about that r e a l l y important thing he’s thinking of.

“nO! NO THANKS!”

seongwoo looked at you, bewildered by your response

“i-i’m sorry. but really, you don’t need to. bye!”

and you ninja run your way out of there

finally, you bought that cucumber and mother is calm again

the next time you met seongwoo was in school. usually, he would just pass by you and you expected it to stay that way. so you’re in the same hallway and you crossed paths and you sighed in relief when nothing happened

suddenly, a hand pulled your wrist and there you have, seongwoo in front of your face.

“you’re that girl in the park”

you covered your face, hoping that it will magically change your face

“no, you got the wrong person”

“nope. i’m pretty sure you are that person”

again, you ninja run to get away from him

after that, he never left your side again. in other words, you are his next TARGET and you know it

so you did your best not to fall for his words and gentlemanly actions. not even for his good-looking face though there were countless times when you almost did

but you didn’t know that seongwoo’s actually getting pissed already because he still can’t get what he wants from you

usually, it only took him a few weeks, even days but it has been months and there’s no progress

“if you’re so angry, why aren’t you stopping?”, Minhyun, a close friend of him said.

“it hurts my pride. i will definitely get her”

“i know men who changed because of this kind of thinking”

seongwoo scoffed. “y/n is too far from my ideal woman. i just have to get her and i’m done with her”

at the same time, you’ve been experiencing weird events. your desk getting small doodles, your locker messier than usual and you getting pushed on the side by some women. you’ re not getting bullied ,right?

your guess proved to be right when three women became more obvious about it. they pulled you aside during break

you learned that they were seongwoo’s past women. obviously, it’s seongwoo’s fault for leaving them but they decided to let it all out on you.it seems like seongwoo never had other women aside from you for months.

you skipped your next class to get treated for your wounds in the clinic. it was nothing major but you still have to disinfect it.

seongwoo, determined than ever, went to look for you. no one knows where you are, even your friends. your bag is still at school so he knows that you haven’t gone home. the last place to check is the clinic. he went there without much expectations. why will you be there in the first place?

contrary to his expectations, you were there, sleeping in one of the beds. he went beside you and noticed the band-aid plastered on your cheek. you woke up when he continuously stroke your cheek. worry was all over his face.

“y/n, are you okay? what happened?”

“god. stop looking at me as if i’m going to die. just got a few bruises”

you stood up knowing that it was nearing sunset. fortunately, after some sleep, the pain was gone. 

seongwoo kept on cracking jokes but you did not respond. you’re not in the mood especially when he’s the reason why this happened to you.

“did my jealous girls did this to you? what should we do with this handsomeness?”, it was clear that he said it as a joke and he expected a sarcastic comment from you but you looked back at him with a blank face.

“w-wait. did they do this to you???”

“yup. happy now?”, you said as you were fixing the bed

“ wait. i don’t mean to do that....”

“don’t you think you should stop following me now, seongwoo?”

and then you left. after that, seongwoo did not approach you again. you would be lying if you can’t feel any loneliness. you were used to his presence.

weeks after, you felt better but seongwoo felt otherwise. his friends felt the change in seongwoo’s personality. he doesn’t laugh with them anymore and he stopped hanging out with women even though he’s already done with you

“wanna talk to her?”, Minhyun suggested.

“no. she hates me.

“i told you already that you might fall for y/n but you did not listen.”

“minhyun, this is not the time for that. i don’t know what to do. i want to approach her, hug her and kiss her. it’s the first time i felt this.”

jaehwan, another friend of his, laughed at seongwoo’s confession. him and minhyun can’t believe the words that left seongwoo’s mouth.

“you know that nothing will be solved if you’ll just stay here. talk to her and just... be prepared for wht she has to say”, minhyun tried to advise him.

after a few days, minhyun and jaehwan were already losing their patience so they did what they can do. they went to your classroom during break.

“y/n, do you have some time later? can you talk to seongwoo?”

“uhhh.. why should i talk to him?”

“just.. talk to him, alright? at the nearby park, after class hours. “

before you can respond, they left. it made you nervous. it took you some time to feel okay. seeing him again might bring back your feelings THOUGH YOU STILL LIKE HIM UP UNTIL NOW

you waved to your friends and went to the nearby park, where you first talked to him. you saw him sitting to a bench. he was fidgeting his fingers and sweat was dropping on his forehead.

“hey”, and this got his attention

“so, what do you want to talk about?”

he did not speak so you decided to open up a conversation

“i’ve heard that you stopped hanging out with different girls. it’s good to know that you’ve changed.”

......... no response

the sun had already set but he’s still not talking

wAIT is this a prank?????

“seongwoo, are you... playing with me? because i don’t have time for your games. i thought we’ll have a serious talk”

you stood up but was stopped when he grabbed your wrist. panic was all over his face.

“wait... please sit.” 

he never let go of your wrist. you waited for him to speak. you took in a big breathe when he suddenly hugged you

“i missed you... so much”, he whispered.

you were wishing that he wouldn’t hear the loud beating of your heart. obviously, you were just stopping it when the both of you were always together because of his reputation. but a hug???!!! like this?? while whispering to you?!! girl, you’re about to die out of air.

“did you miss me?”, he added.

the way he said it made him sound vulnerable and it’s the first time you’ve seen and heard him like this.

“... yes, ,i miss you, seongwoo”, and his hug wrapped you tighter

you hugged him back feeling the sincerity of his words and actions

“.....y/n, i like you and i’m not playing with you. i’m saying what i truly feel”

your heart start beating in an unbelievable speed. you never expected that he will also fall for you. thoughts were occupying your mind when seongwoo called your name. (YOU ARE STILL HUGGING BTW) you pushed him lightly so you can see his face

“seongwoo- -

“don’t. if you’re going to reject me, let’s stay like this. i don’t want you to see my face”

“i like you too”, you whispered and he was fast, fast to unwrapped you from his tight hug and looked at you straight in the face

“what? y-you like me? are you sure?”

surprised, relief, joy. all of these were written on his face.

you puckered your lips and gave him a quick peck on his lips which caught him by surprise.

“yes, seongwoo. i am sure.”

he gave you soft smile and kissed you back

          bTW, minhyun and jaehwan were actually at the scene. behind a tree near the bench where you are seated on. they let out a big sigh after hours of waiting for the confession to happen

note: i haven’t written anything for quite sometime. this is definitely not my best but i hope you still like it :)

[yellowbluemoonshine]

Shigaraki & Inko Fanfic Mommy love

Shigaraki: *went out to get air. He was sitting on a bench. looking at other people's happiness*

Inko: *Out to get the kitchen need*

Shigaraki: *feeling very empty*

Inko: *Tired and sits on the bank to come to the park to relax*

Shigaraki: *sits the other bank after inko sits nexts to him*

Inko: "I'm sorry to bother you"

Shigaraki: looks at her from , then ignores "..."

Inko: *breathing and looks at the first environment

Then he takes out a chocolate from the bag and starts to eating*

" Do you want to ?"

Shigaraki: *looks at her again. he can't figure out why she treats him like that. he says "no," but at some point his stomach starts to rumbling, and he remembers he didnt eat anything for two weeks.*

İnko: *smiles.* "you dont need to be shy. which one do you like? caramel, milky or bitter?"

Shigaraki: "........." then "does not matter," says with innocent eyes

Inko: *puts out three chocolates from the sachet and goes to the young man and handles chocolates to the young man.*

Shigaraki: looks at her again, "..." like 'why she treats me like this', then takes the milky one with his head forward and starts to eat.

İnko: "Just like my son. he also loves milky one too. ^^. Ahhh. The weather is very nice in these days" she goes to the bags "Can I sit next to you, if not disturbed?".

Shigaraki:, ".........." does not answer

feeling weird

hasn't felt so warm for a long time

cannot give meaning to these feelings

cause he is not used to even little warm feelings

feels warm like he's forgotten everything for one moment.*

İnko: *takes the bags and goes to the young man s side and puts the bags on the floor and sits next to the young man*

"This is the first time I've seen you in this park."

Shigaraki: "........................... yes"

Inko: "Are you thinking of coming again?"

Shigaraki: "........." *thinks* 'she is asking a lot of questions'

İnko: "I remember that my son used to play a lot in this park, just like these kids. they have dreams. they are happy with their mom and....dad.."

Shigaraki: "........................"

Inko: *stops for a moment*

"Time passes quickly"

Shigaraki: *listens her silently but at the same time, get annoyed by the subject.

shigaraki is in a state of silence in which he cannot understand the woman, he does not know as a little child silently hungry for love and starts to feel bad.*

İnko: Looks at the time "It's late" turns to the young man and smiles. a little sad. "Thank you for listening if I've talked so much" she gets up and takes the bags "I hope to see you again and this time you'll join the end ~"

Shigaraki: ".........." staring at her just like a little boy suffering with hopeless, dead but innocent eyes

Inko: *Looks into his eyes. and strokes his hair without even realizing it like she saw all his pain*

Shigaraki: *hits her hand with reflex and steps back cause he isnt used to being loved*

Inko: "sorry. i dont know why i did this. take care of yourself."

*she takes a paper out of the bag and writes her phone number and puts on the bank.

goes forward*

Shigaraki: *staring at her like an abandoned little boy*

looks at the note left by the inko and decides to leave the note, but then goes back to take that note without even realizing it

walking down the road

and he feels something similar like he felt warm like this in the past too

starts to vomitting

feels incredibly bad

then returns home*

kurogiri: Is there something wrong, Shigaraki Tomura?

Shigaraki: .......

Kurogiri: What is that paper in your hand?

Shigaraki: *turns the paper into the dust, looking at the paper with sad eyes, then says "not important"

goes to the room*

Kurogiri: Are you sure that you're really ok, Shigaraki Tomura?

Shigaraki: "I said I'm fine!

*closes the door hard

takes off chocolate trash from his pocket

stares at that

lying down

just stops for a while*

All For One: *feels something wrong (actually right) with Shigaraki and manipulates him again to take him back*

because of that, Shigaraki: *never returns that bank again and starts to thinking like 'it was a good, unrealistic dream that will never happen again'*

Inko:*comes home*

Izuku: "welcome home, mom. You are late, today. something happenned?"

Inko: "well, got some fresh air. btw, i got chocolates."

Izuku: "chocolate? mom, i am not a child anymore"

Inko: you will always be my little babe. well, which one do you like? bitter, caramel or mikly?

Izuku: "milky!!!"

Inko: *smiles and thinks about that young man*

*Sometimes, goes to the park but cannot see the young man ever again

Shigaraki: *miss that woman who gave him a mom love, unconsciously*

Inko: *sometimes, thinks about that young man and hopes 'he is ok'*

-hopefully, they can meet again :'))) (even in original story) sorry for bad eng, i hope you like it.

[cyanidefilledcandy]

So, I went to bed pretty much the moment I got home and ate. I close tomorrow, so I have time to sleep tonight, but waiting until later usually doesn't help. Besides I was too tired and sick to do anything anyway.

Anyway, I just woke up and feel chaotically bad. I'm ultra depressed, suicidal, angry, and pissed. I feel so over life and everything to do with it. I seriously want to beat my roommate's face in.

He does absolutely nothing all day but sit at home and play video games or whatever and then waits RIGHT until I get home to decide to go into the living room and stay there until well after midnight, knowing that 1) my room is like 5 feet from the living room and I have to work in the morning and 2) I tend to not be out and about when he's in the living room because I don't want to be around his ass. And the thing that's REALLY pissing me off about it is that I know he's doing it to be passive aggressive and he thinks I don't recognize that (and one of my BIGGEST pet peeves is someone treating me like I'm stupid). And yes, he IS doing it on purpose because no matter what time I get off, be it 1, 2, or 5, he comes into the living room a few minutes after I walk in the door. And it's the same shit those lazy, child abusing fuckers who attacked me did.

It makes me seriously want to do what I wanted to (and honestly should've done when I first ended out friendship) and drop his ass from the internet. Seriously, it's under my name and I've been the only one paying for it since I got it turned on. He really has ZERO right to it. ((And maybe if I did, he'd actually do something other than sit on his ass expecting everyone to do everything for him.)) Yeah. To drop him would be petty at this point, but I seriously don't give a fuck.

I'm just so sick of dealing with shitty fucking people. You do your best for people and try your hardest to be nice to them and all they do is take advantage of you and then play the victim when you get fed up with their bullshit. I not only called to make sure he was safe, but literally left a safe place and went out into a fucking tornado (which is something I've always been DEATHLY afraid of) to make sure this fucker was safe (while I was PISSED at them, btw). And they could give a fuck about me. (Seriously, the past tornado, they just fucking left me here. Didn't so much as text me "there's a tornado expected". And this isn't even the first time they were going to abandon me when a situation got bad....and that was before the fall out.) I'm so tired of making other people who aren't even TRYING to do a fucking thing lives more comfortable and I can't even more about freely or have a tiny ounce of privacy (and I'm the only one paying for any damn thing and the only one making sure we have household things like dish soap and trash bags.....he literally hasn't bought a single thing since I moved in here and I'm the one making sure trash gets taken out and it's just so so SO much.)

And that's just....the tip of the iceberg with what's bothering me. Work is a struggle. Life is a struggle. I wish I could hold my niece and nephew and I hate my parents got robbed of their chance to be grandparents more than my missing out having them in my life. It's making me wish I had followed through and visited my sister and blew her baby daddy's brains out when I first thought it. She would've hated me forever, but she would've still be alive and freely able to improve her and her baby/babies' lives without some lazy asshole stopping her and making her work herself to death. It just blows me how fucking selfish some people are. How much of a piece of shit do you have to be to make your high risk pregnancy girlfriend work to take care of you, your mom and your bitch ass sister (who treats her and YOUR fucking child like shit) and then leave her alone to lug around a toddler and do housework. FUCK. YOU.

I can truly say my biggest regret in life is not putting you in the ground where you belong. I would've taken my sister's hate and prison.

Sorry this all seems so hateful and violent. I'm just tired and frustrated and angry and sick and sick to death of being all of those things and being powerless to do anything about it...

[woojinieemoved]

Friends to Lovers!Kim Donghyun

member: kim donghyun // mxm

genre: fluff

writing type: bulletpoint

word count: 1.4k

a/n: lol im either gonna edit a bunch of my writings or just copy and paste so sorry if some look nice and some look crusty // this one is rewritten btw!

my masterlist

so it all started when you had a project in your first year of middle school

it was kinda big for a middle school class so your teacher randomly assigned people

and wow what a coincidence you got the one and only kim donghyun!!

you had no idea who he was so you assumed he probably went to another elementary school

meeting him wasn’t too awkward?? he was super smiley and spoke kinda loud but somehow you found comfort in that

ofc since you were partners for a project, you went to meet up at the library to do research

but like that ended REEEAAAAL quickly bcuz yall are too loud lol

first of all you werent even completely focused bcuz donghyun kept making super bad jokes that were funny as a middle schooler 

you’d both be laughing so fuckin loud that the librarian would have to kick you out

well ok looks like you’re going to your house to do continue the research i guess

your parents were like “omg you brought a boy home is this your boyfriend” bcuz yeah boy + girl hanging out = dating according to everyone

you looked really disgusted and donghyun looked awkward 

yall basically just met so why would you even think about that!! plus you’re in middle school you don’t care about dating yet

“guys you havent even said hi to him but you already made him uncomfortable he’s just my partner for this project we have to do in class”

even tho he felt awkward, he still kept his happy, polite self and introduced himself to your parents

since it was probably a bad idea to go back to the library, donghyun would frequently come over to finish the project

your parents grew to like him more (and so did u ;) ) and him coming over would be normal now

even after you finished the project, you guys basically became super close and you would hang out alot outside of school

every year, the both of you would be praying that you’d be in the same class

if you werent, you’d be late to your classes bcuz you dont want to separate yet

until the bell rings again then you’re dashing your ass down the hall

now it wasnt until you got into highschool where people were more serious and fuckin drastic

being the major flower boy that he is, he snatched the hearts of so many girls in school 

this means a shit ton of chocolates on the day of valentines !!

for him atleast lol

you never complained about not being able to get chocolates because he always shared the chocolates he got with you 

but like you also knew that some girl would be brave enough to call him out to confess to him

you may have accidentally walked in on some of them mid-confession

slams door open

“donghyun where the hell are you we need to get the limited edition plush at the arcade and you know damn that’s gonna take fore- oh” 

oops awkward for all of you 

aaaaanndd since this is highschool some girls are petty as hell and will be like “i’ll do anything it takes to be with oppar11!!!1!1″

so you occasionally get bullied

frequently

woops they spilled juice on your notebook

woops they thought your textbook was trash

oh no where did your bag go- its outside?? and the window is open??

it took a while for donghyun to notice that you were getting bullied by his fangirls

ok in reality he only noticed because you started to distance yourself from him because of it

dh: y/n? where are you? i thought we were gonna go to the cafe

you:  oh right sorry i had to go to the library for hw

dh: library??? homework??? ok its super obvious thats a lie where are you

you: wow can i not be responsible without being suspicious im just trying to pass highschool

dh: :/

dh: i know you’ve been lying alot lately y/n whats going on

you: well idk if youre just blind or stupid but your dumb fangirls are getting in my way and its annoying having to deal with them

dh: fangirls? what have they been doing? why do you have to stop hanging out with me?

you: ok youre just dumb...  

dh: omg are you getting bullied

you: yes you idiot those fangirls of yours are brutal

dh: y/n..... im sorry.. i didn’t see that

you: yeah i know its been happening for months

dh: well i’ll treat you to food to make you feel better so hurry and get to the park

you: but im at home

dh: you live 3 minutes away from the park

you: im already in bed with snacks and netflix

dh: ok fine i’ll come over then

you: wait get ice cream before you come back

dh: yeah yeah ok 

you wait a good 8 minutes and hear your door slamming open, your bed bouncing from donghyun whale flopping onto it

“you got the ice cream?”

he holds up the bag and says “right here”

“ok good lets make a fort now”

“why?”

you stared at him blankly 

“perfect reason i’ll get the blankets”

he gets up and runs to the hallway closet, grabbing the extra blankets your family keeps

you get up to find as many extra pillows so that you can use it to support the fort

takes yall a good 25 min to do but its worth it

you snuggle up under the fort and start to eat your slightly melted ice cream

after like 3 movies, your eyes start to get heavy since you’re warm under the blankets and donghyun’s arms

donghyun was pretty immersed in the movie so he didnt see you slowly drift off to sleep 

it wasnt until he was going to make some sort of witty comment to you about what was happening in the current scene

your cheek was pressed against his chest and your arms balled up in front of you

he smiles to himself and grabs his phone next to him to snap some pics of your sleeping face

he figured he should just go to sleep too since you arent awake to make dumb comments about the movie anymore

he closes your laptop and gently holds you to place your head on the pillow and shimmies himself to lay down as well

boom now you’re both dead asleep and snuggly

ok fast forward in time 

its your senior year and yall r kinda burnt tf out bcuz of college applications and scholarships

but wow its valentines again!!!11!

you were prepared to see donghyun struggling to carry a ton of chocolates but instead you were greeted to him holding a bouquet of roses and a bucket of fried chicken

“did someone give you chicken for valentines? is that their way of not being like everyone else and giving you chocolates”

he lets out a nervous laugh and steps closer to you

“no, but its my way of not being like everyone else” 

he holds out the bouquet and chicken in front of you

you stare at him like ??? lol ok

“wow is this finally my own gift of appreciation this year”

“in some sort, yeah”

“awwww thanks best friendddddd” you lightly smacked his arm and took the things from his hands

before you could take the time to look at the roses, donghyun grabbed your wrists and looks at you dead straight in the eyes

your heart sped up but you tried to make a joke to make it look like you werent nervous

“what do you want me to share the chicken?” 

“y/n can i kiss you” 

“wait what-”

he just goes in and plants his lips on top of yours

not too roughly tho

it was like a soft pillow on your lips and you did not pull away or complain at all

you leaned forward a bit to deepen the kiss since you couldnt really grab him or anything

cuz yaknow

ya got chicken and a bouquet occupying your hands

donghyun got the hint and hesitantly placed his hands on your hips

eventually the both of you couldnt breath so you pulled away and stared at each other

“im sorr-”

“shut up you absolute dork i cant believe you kissed me first before even saying anything” you teased

he shoved his face into your shoulder out of embarrassment and laughed

but it was all a scheme

he used that chance to whisper right into your ear:

“i love you y/n”

now its you shoving your face into his chest from embarrassment

“i hate you so much kim donghyun,...” 

me too y/n, me too.....

[han-jumins]

Drunk RFA Confession

this turned so long in the end yikes, but i couldn’t help write angst because im angst trash lmao also im sorry to all jakes out there (requests are open btw!) ^^

YOOSUNG

Yikes, Yoosung?? in Zen’s house?? with beer???

It can only mean trouble for this drunk little bastard 

He was feeling really depressed because he’s been failing at LOLOL, failing at his exams and worst of all, MC was on a date

His chest was hurting so much at the thought of his hopeless crush with another person so he decided to drink his problems away

Zen was really irritated because Yoosung was sobbing and kept saying that his princess was taken away from him and that he will never have a chance with her

But Zen slapped this boi and called MC over saying that he couldn’t handle any more of Yoosung’s whining

She led him back to his apartment, struggling to keep himself on his feet but he felt giddy when he felt MC’s arms wrapped around his waist

MC tucked him to bed and placed a wet rug on his forehead

He caught  her hand and started kissing her fingers, kissing her knuckles and she was so red

“Yoosung what are you doing?”

“To reward my love for her hardwork”

His love?? wait he likes her????

“Yoosung what are you talking about”

“You’re so pretty... I know I can’t be the perfect man for you and I cherish your happiness so I really hope this Jake guy you went on a date with treats you well, I love you” 

He brushes the hair from your face as he pressed his lips against yours and collapsed 

ZEN

Zen knew going to a club was bad and dangerous but he couldn’t help himself

He was going to play lead in another musical but he had accidentally broken his arm 

Zen protested and told the director he was going to be fine but told him that it was going to be too late and that they were going to find a new actor to replace him

He got really depressed and with the added fact that he recently saw MC with another guy laughing like they were on a date had him on the edge all week, that was his breaking point

He drank and smoked and was dancing with the girls at the bar trying to embed in his mind that it was MC he was holding but he just couldn’t imagine 

He was never really satisfied and had enough

He was stumbling when he reached MC’s door, knocking on it loudly

“Zen what are you doing out here, it’s late”

When she smells the smoke and alcohol in his mouth she couldn’t help but sigh 

Zen leans up against the door frame, puts his hands in his pocket and stares at her

“I’m sorry, but I had to see you atleast once tonight”

She pulled him in and made him sit at his couch telling him that there was no way she was going to let him go home in this state and offered to stay at hers for the night

Zen was really embarassed and while MC was draping a blanket around his body she kissed his forehead and sighed

“I thought we already talked about your drinking and smoking habits”

“I know.. and im ashamed that you get to see me like this, if that Jake dude ever hurts you, come to me I- I’ll be there for you, always. I’m just sorry I can’t be the man for you with all these habits... I love you”

Then he softly kissed her left eye and proceeded to kiss her lips gently before completely passing out on the couch

MC has never been so flustered 

JUMIN

They were celebrating yet again another engagement party of Jumin’s father

It was in a hotel venue and Jumin was free to invite a plus one so he decided to bring MC along

But his spirits deflated when MC said she couldn’t go because she had a date

So all night he was distracted and all night he kept subconciously reaching out for wine

He kept checking the messenger and when they were all teasing MC about her date and that she was the first to have a lovelife he couldn’t help bit feel a pinch in his chest

Screw that it felt like there was something impaled at his chest 

He can just imagine MC and her date sharing jokes, hugging... kissing

His grip on the glass tightened as it spilled on his thousand dollar suit

Jumin excused himself from the crowd because of his embarassing display and headed straight for the washroom

He collided with someone on the way and was about to scold them when he saw the familiar face and his glare suddenly disappeared into a soft gaze

MC was there and explained that they had a dinner date here and they had just finished.

Jumin wrapped his arms around MC as he inhaled her scent.. her scent. Not a trace of another man, meaning they haven’t displayed those actions and so Jumin was fast to claim them

Trying to place his scent on her trying to mark her as his

Jumin then realized that he must be drunk enough for him to get this bold

“Jumin you smell like spilled wine” She pushed herself off of him

“That’s because it is, darling” He smiled fondly at her, stroking her hair

“Get changed” 

“I don’t have any spare ones, but i’ll gladly head home so you can tend to me” jumin calm down

“No thanks but i’d see you off to your car atleast”

“Sounds good to me”

She led him to his van and adviced driver kim that he be sent home 

“Thank you MC... You’d be a good wife. I hope that he treats you well but remember that I will always hold you dear to my heart. I love you”

He kissed the top of her head as he held her waist

JAEHEE

Jaehee had been really stressed about the coffee shop that she owns with MC because she’s been out on a date while Jaehee basically suffers handling extra because of MC’s absence

Not to mention how cranky she has been all day, scaring customers away and often getting orders wrong

She has never been such a wreck until today 

She was on the verge of tears as she popped open a bottle of soju and drank away the sorrow of lost customers and broken hearts

Jaehee always had this hopeless crush on MC but seeing her with someone else really broke her

She suddenly started to laugh loudly to herself, her voice echoing through the empty coffee shop

“MC will never like a woman like me, a woman with no elegance, who’s such a stuck up while she’s out there reaching out to people and shining for them”

She was saying all these compliments about MC loudly 

And again laughed at how ridiculous the situation is 

So she dialed Zen’s number thinking that she could get some release by having to talk to someone about it

“Hey Zen, ugh im sorry to call, im just really stressed right now”

She started to talk about how she was too unfit for MC and afterwards started complimenting her yet again

“I just.. I just love her too much”

“Jaehee have you been drinking?”

She was startled when she heard a sound of a feminine voice instead of a male one though

Oh shit she accidentally called MC

She sighed through the phone 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to help you today.. but look up”

Jaehee did and saw MC through the glass windows smiling, a phone at hands, and two cups of coffee on the other

SEVEN 

The stress of previously working from an intelligence agency is greater compared to his current job but there will still be some bad days 

And today is one of those days

“You’ve been really cranky lately, what’s gotten into you?” Saeran asked as he rolled his eyes

Seven grunted as he continued to angrily type, muttering the words ‘date’, ‘MC’ and ‘Jake’

Saeran snickered as he opened a tab to a CCTV footage of her so called date

“Stop it, im trying to work” 

Seven had enough and closed the footage, allowing him to work more efficiently

After he had done a few assignments and Seran had gone back to his room, instead of chugging down his usual Phd Pepper he opted for the beer Zen once left when he visited

He was getting drunker by the minute and when he heard that someone got through his security system he was alerted

MC was there smiling while holding out the bag of ice cream she had bought

“Hey Seven! I bought you and Saeran Ice cre-”

“Are you stupid MC?!”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“I thought someone broke in ugh! I should’ve never given you the answers through my door”

“Why don’t you just stop meddling with my life! You’re so annoying, even back in the apartment you were annoying. Why can’t you just leave for one second”

“Fine then i’ll do you a favor and leave for more than a second, i’ll give you forever!”

“Suit yourself, go run away with that stupid Jake boy”

MC stood menacingly towards Seven

“Do not bring him into this”

“Aww little MC’s sooo inlove, yeah yeah just get out of here” Seven crossed his arms

MC eyes pricked with tears as she threw the ice cream at his feet

“That was supposed to be for you, since I knew you were stressed lately but who cares, tell Saeran I said hi... or goodbye”

She wiped the tears using her sleeve and quickly left the house

Seven tched as he picked up the Ice cream and suddenly sobbed, curling his body and running his fingers aggresively through his hair 

Saeran came in and was confused as to why Seven was acting like that

He saw the food and connected the pieces together

“You idiot.. MC was coming to bring you this didn’t she, what did you do”

Saeran held Seven’s collar, pulling him up

“What did you do?!?”

After a punch to his face, Seven tried to catch up to MC seeing as she wasn’t too far but his drunked state didn’t help but impede his running

When he spotted her he shouted her name at the top of his lungs not caring wether other people hear him

But he broke when he saw MC’s tear streakened face

“MC I’m sorry! I’m stupid and I’m sorry! please... I love you”

MC was shocked after hearing those words but still she turned around

....and left

[1-hug-man]

To Steven: Nice people and animals.

To Garnet: To find someone who loves me for me.

To Amethyst: I think I’m above-average.

To Pearl: I know obsessions are unhealthy, but it’s probably when I’m trying to be friends with everyone.

To Rose Quartz: My mother’s heart and my father’s humor.

To Greg: My parents. (Btw my dad’s name is Greg)

To Connie: Where to start?! Right now, probably My Hero Academia. I love Deku, he’s so cute and cool!

To Lion: Money or glitter. That way I can make someone’s day no matter what.

To Sadie: It’s ok. Due to my insecure nature, I feel like they don’t really like me all that much.

To Lars: My looks, my relationships with people, my love life, my car, my finances, my art skills, the Steven Universe hiatuses…

To Ronaldo: I’m not really sure a “favorite” can be pinpointed? But, I guess that the 9/11 attack was organized by our government.

To Lapis: I once had a dream that I was a water bender!

To Peridot: One day I woke up late for work, got there, and they had me working in the cold. It was a construction job, I built walls. So I didn’t bring enough food with me, and it had just rained the night before so the clay under the building area was really mucky and gross. I ripped a hole in waterproof boots because the weight of the clay on my boots tore the material. Then it was toward the end of the day and it started raining, so I thought that we’d go home early. But my boss made us stay until the end and we got soaked. The foreman also made us clean up the site that they had thrown their garbage around in, because they didn’t bother putting it in the trash bag. Then I couldn’t wear my clothes home so I drove home in my underwear.

To Jasper: Someone being an asshole to me.

To Dewey: Meh.

To Onion: Hm… I suppose if it’s anything, I’d copy a bunch of different things. Like, for instance, I’d copy myself once, my Playstation 4 and television twice, the money I have in the bank 6 times, my car thrice, etc.

To Cookie Cat: Blue Sky’s organic soda Green Tea flavor. I miss it.

To Dogcopter: Howl’s Moving Castle

To Ruby: one of my ex-friends was a terrible human being. He was a liar, he was motivated but for the wrong reasons, he was a fuck boy, he was a very angry and energetic person, he was manipulative and violent, and he was immature and irresponsible. Whereas I always try to tell the truth, I’m not really motivated and I can be lazy at times, I’m a hardworker, I’m a calm, patient, and happy-go-lucky in nature, I’m usually submissive and timid, and I’m very mature and responsible for people my age.

To Sapphire: My quirkiness and my personality. I wear my heart on my sleeve most of the time.

To Opal: The end of Teen Titans Go.

To Sugilite: I went drag racing with my old civic and the engine exploded.

To Alexandrite: A fun dad that teaches his kids lots of things.

To Malachite: My ex gf would rely on me for everything and blame me when I wanted to do what I wanted to do. She would blame me for not defending her in front of my friends even though they were right. All she wanted was sex and money and to be taken care of without any work on her part. It was really exhausting.

To Rainbow Quartz: My art skills, usually. Playing music, drawing things, and entertaining people.

To Stevonnie: Humor and video games. I don’t really have a best friend though, so it’s hard to pinpoint which people are my “best friend”.

To Centipeedle: Yes, I helped a turtle cross a road, a snake was also in the middle of the road, and I tried to help a bird that got hit by a car, but it died in my arms… 😢.

To Sour Cream: Lychee! A lot of people don’t know about me, but I’m really sweet!

To Jenny: Meat. I can’t just choose one type of meat!

To Peedee: When I was in college, when i was living with my remarried Grandfather, he betrayed me by not treating me like family.

To Jamie: Helped me lose my virginity. 😔

To Buck:

To Mr. Smiley: My favorite donut is a cake donut with strawberry frosting and rainbow sprinkles!

To Kofi: My favorite desk chair that my parents bought for me was smashed by my drunken roommate for no reason.

To Nanefua: The same as I am now but with more money and and more knowledge! Basically an awesome person!

To Kevin: A truck driver who was obstinate about Trump being a good President. Ugh…

To Frybo: An 80s horror movie with a slime monster than dissolved people. I still have nightmares.

To Purple Puma: Prismo Moon! A man that defeats crime with his wacky attitude and unpredictable nature! I can use the power of the universe to make people happy!

To Tiger Millionaire: LOXMYTH. Orville Vance was an ordinary locksmith when suddenly he released the wrong lock and became Loxmyth! He went to a house a his usual run. Someone can’t get a chest open that they found. It had strange markings on it, but it was “just another job”, he thought. As soon as he opened it, it was dark inside. Then suddenly, the man behind him laughed and pushed him inside! It was a pit. It seemed bottomless. He felt like he’d been falling for hours, but then a voice spoke. “Who are you?”, it said in a small childlike manner. Orville was curious and replied, “My name is Orville. I was pushed in here. Who are you?” The voice uttered, “We have no name. We only know the darkness. We’ve been here for as long as we can remember… but we can’t get out.”

“Am I going to die?”

“We aren’t sure yet.”

This made Orville nervous. What do they want with me, thought the locksmith. The voice then spoke in earnest.

“We’ve been waiting for someone. Someone with key to our freedom.”

“Well, I am a locksmith. But this seems out if my skill range.”

“YOU UNLOCK THINGS? HOW WONDERFUL!”

A light appeared and related to Orville their plea.

“We have power. Power to make and power to unmake. We must leave at all costs. The universe is in grave danger! We are tired of waiting and you seem like you could be the one. So, here.”

The light reformed into what looked like a padlock. It gently floated toward Orville.

“Touch this and you will be able to help us.”

“How to I know this isn’t a trap?”

“Do you really have any other options at this point?”, the light replied.

“Touché.”

He reached out and grasped the light and it flowed into him. It felt like pressure, like when you dive too deeply into a pool. But it also felt powerful… very powerful.

“How do I use this power your giving me?”

The voice now echoed in his mind…

“We don’t remember. It’s been so long since we’ve had a champion. I suppose you’ll have to learn for yourself.”

Orville sighed. “Well, I suppose I better figure out how to get out here first.”

To Cat Fingers: Laziness.

To Archimicharus:

Cayde-6 (Destiny 2)

Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)

Deku (Boku no Hero Academia)

Sanji (One Piece)

Deadpool

Impulse (DC Universe)

Steven Universe

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Connie (Steven Universe)

Hatter (The Looking Glass Wars)

To Dave Guy: My driving skills.

To Mr. Queasy: I once had really bad Strep throat every year for 3 years annually.

To Tiny Floating Whale: All of my problems.

To Crying Breakfast Friends: Steven Universe and Connie getting back together.

Steven Universe ask prompts~

Steven: What makes you starry-eyed? Garnet: What are your relationship goals? Amethyst: How do you compare to people’s expectations of you? Pearl: What’s been your lifelong obsession? Rose Quartz: What traits from your parents do you see in yourself? Greg: The most supportive person in your life just now? Connie: A series you’re super passionate about? Lion: If you had infinite pockets, what would you carry with you at all times? Sadie: What’s your relationship with your workmates like? Lars: Name a few of your insecurities. Ronaldo: Favourite conspiracy theory? Lapis Lazuli: Which element would you control? Peridot: Describe a day where everything went wrong. Jasper: What brings out a mean streak in you? Mayor Dewey: What’s your position on the political compass? Onion: If you could replicate anything 100 times, what would you make copies of? Cookie Cat: Do you miss any discontinued products? Dogcopter: Ever enjoyed a movie adaption of a book you like? Ruby: Describe a person who would be the polar opposite to yourself. Sapphire: Your trademark feature that people recognise you by? Opal: Something you’ve been anticipating for a long time? Sugilite: The most reckless thing you’ve ever done? Alexandrite: What do you think you’d be like/are like as a parent? Malochite: A toxic relationship you’ve been in? Rainbow Quartz: Something you love to show off? Stevonnie: What do you and your best friend totally bond over? Centipeedle: Have you ever helped/rescued a wild animal in trouble? Sour Cream: Invent a new food-related nickname for yourself. Jenny: Favourite pizza topping? Peedee: The moment you realized you weren’t a kid anymore? Jamie: The most romantic thing someone’s done for you? Buck Dewey: Share the last picture that made you laugh. Mr Smiley: Favourite type of donut? Kofi: Ever had an item special to you that got broken? Nanefua: What do you think you’ll be like when you’re much older? Kevin: Last person who made you uncomfortable? Frybo: The scariest thing you’ve ever seen? Purple Puma: What would your alter ego be? Tiger Millionaire: Describe the backstory for a character you’ve created. Cat Fingers: What’s something you have too much of? Archimicarus: Top 10 fav fictional characters? Dave Guy: Something totally average about yourself? Mr Queasy: What’s the sickest you’ve ever been? Tiny Floating Whale: If you could poof anything into existence right now, what would it be? Crying Breakfast Friends: Last time you cried watching a tv show/movie?