#writing all of these names in my diary with hearts surrounding them with my fluffy pink pen kicking ny legs and giggling like a schoolgirl

[abnomi]

hi I LOOOVVVE psychonauts I drew the microbes we all know and love. my bffs

closeups should be under the cut if I did this right :-]

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Authors On THG Writing Hiatus Masterlist (11)

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***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

Created: December 27th, 2023

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Popular Fic: The First Time-Everlark the summer of 2012. When Peeta is about to go off to college, Katniss starts to see him in a different light.

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Popular Fic: Quicksilver-Dearest Diary, Two events of note occurred today. First, I realized that Peeta Mellark, who just yesterday I considered an ally and possible friend, is an irredeemable prat. Second, I became betrothed to him. London, 1793. After a life spent on her family’s country estate, the time has finally come for the Everdeen sisters to be introduced to the London elite. Katniss will do anything to ensure her younger sister does not fall into the wrong hands, but surrounded by strangers, she has no way of judging Prim’s many suitors’ intentions. Enter Peeta Mellark, the youngest brother of the Earl of Panem and a longtime fixture of the ton. He seems the perfect ally, but Peeta has intentions of his own, and Katniss’ spinsterhood may not be as safe as she believes.

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[worldwidemochiguy]

Sweets (Soft Yandere! Jungkook)

You keep being visited by the most peculiar thief…

➵ in which jungkook steals your lip balm and perfume instead of talking to you, you leave a post-it note with your number on it for the strange thief who only seems to take the most inexplicable items and has a strange sense of responsibility for your wellbeing, and the cute boy in your photography class with the fluffy hair and the oversized sweater keeps getting more and more endearing…

➵ Warnings: Soft Yandere Jungkook, Breaking & Entering but without the Breaking, Reader is a bit of a ditz (lol sorry guys) 

➵ Word Count: 4.2K

➵ Masterlist

“Hello, uh, I’d like to… report a crime?” 

Your statement, which had always sounded suitably firm and assertive when you practised it in front of the bathroom mirror, ended with an unplanned upturn, making it sound more like a question than you would like. 

“Please state your name and address, ma’am.”

You did so, listening anxiously to the tap of a keyboard as your information was filed away. The undoubtedly over-worked police officer on the other end of the line sounded like he was two seconds from falling asleep, and you questioned yourself for the millionth time over whether you really needed to report this or not.

“What is the nature of the crime you are reporting, ma’am?”

“Um… well…” 

You twisted your hand into the fabric of your shirt self-consciously, trying to decide the best way to explain the strange little occurrences that had been surrounding your apartment over the last few months. You had not yet found a way to put it without sounding ridiculous, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. 

“I, uh, I think someone’s breaking into my apartment and stealing things.”

“You have an intruder?”

“Uh huh,”

“…Are they currently in your residence?”

“No, I think… they come and take things when I’m not here and then they’re gone by the time I get back.” 

“What items have been stolen?”

You bit your lip. 

“I know it sounds silly, but…”

“No crime is too small to report, ma’am. We are committed to making the lives of everyday citizens safer.”

“Well… they’ve stolen my lip balm like… several times. I keep buying new ones and they keep being stolen after a week or so. And my perfume. And my hairbrush one time, and-”

“Ma’am,” The officer cut you off with the impatience you had been both anticipating and dreading ever since you decided to call the police, “Listen, we don’t have the capacity to deal with prank callers-”

“It’s not a prank call!” You blurted, a momentary burst of desperation overtaking you, “I- um, sorry for interrupting, officer, but this isn’t a prank call. Things have been going missing. I can’t afford to keep replacing my lip balm.” 

A sigh crackled across the line, and you pictured the officer maybe taking off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose like those people in movies always seemed to do when they got frustrated. Personally, you had never found that it helped. 

“Are you sure you aren’t just… misplacing them?”

You gasped, offended that even a stranger could think you so stupid. “No! I remember exactly where I leave things and then they just vanish! I swear!”

“Has anything of value ever been taken from your apartment?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, excited to be able to prove the officer wrong, “My bunny plushy! Mr Snuggles is extremely valuable to me!”

“…Monetary value, I meant. Has anything expensive ever been taken from your apartment?” 

There was an embarrassing silence. The officer sighed again, with a little more exasperation colouring his tone. 

“If anything significant is stolen, call us back. For now, just… be a bit more careful with your possessions.” 

He hung up. You pressed your forehead against the wall and wished your strange thief had taken your phone in one of his little visits. Maybe then you would’ve avoided making that agonising call. 

The next morning as you were leaving to go to class, you noticed a pile of discarded post-it notes on your desk — the remnants of a redbull-fuelled late night study session. Your newly purchased lip balm lay next to it. Impulsively, you grabbed a pen and scrawled a message on one of the post-its, sticking it horizontally to the curved surface of the lip balm tube. 

it reads: 

pls don’t take this i just bought it and this brand is actually v expensive and i am only a struggling college student with loans and chapped lips (。•́︿•̀。)

It might have been a little too polite considering it’s intended recipient was someone who had stolen multiple items from your apartment, but you figured there was no point in being rude. They probably wouldn’t even read it anyway. 

You strolled out of your apartment, planning to pick up a smoothie on the way to your lecture, and promptly forgot all about it.

 When you returned home to find a pile of newly bought lip balms on your desk — all embossed with the logo of your favourite brand — you were slightly puzzled. But, once you remembered the note you had left- well, the confusion didn’t exactly vanish, but at least you were given some context. 

The note had disappeared, along with the lip balm you had used a scant few times. But, you didn’t understand what the thief’s aim was. Why on earth would they steal small things like lip balm and perfume? And why would they buy you new copies of the product? Wasn’t that counterproductive?

you’re very bad at your job

Your next note read, stuck to your fridge as you left to grab coffee with your study group. It remained there for a few days, and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart sank a little each time you saw it hadn’t been taken. 

After six days, when it finally vanished, you felt an odd sense of happiness bubble up within you. Yes, there was someone routinely breaking into your apartment, but at least now you had an open channel of communication with them. They had left a brand new bottle of your preferred perfume — which had been stolen at least twice before you stopped bothering to buy it because perfume is pricy — resting on your kitchen counter, beside a box of your favourite chocolates. 

As you dug into the box later, snuggled in a blanket and having a Studio Ghibli film marathon, you didn’t even consider the fact that the sweets might be tampered with. If they wanted to kill me, they would’ve killed me already, you reasoned to yourself, sucking the icing sugar off your fingers. Nor did you question how they knew your favourite chocolate. If they broke into your apartment as much as you assumed they did, they probably knew you better than your own parents by now. 

You were the very definition of a broke college student. As far as you were concerned, if this random stranger wanted to buy you things and sometimes clean up your apartment — you had definitely come back to a home tidier than you had left it more than once — then you certainly weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe it was a little naïve of you, but… you had already called the police, and they hadn’t cared.

thank you for the perfume and chocolate <3

You wrote next morning, hesitating slightly before putting the heart. Before you could convince yourself not to, you scribbled another line underneath. 

i wish you’d write back someday…

As you walked to class, you scolded yourself for the butterflies swooping in your stomach. They’re literally a criminal, you told yourself, Stop getting crushes on anyone who shows you the slightest bit of attention. You don’t even know their name. 

Despite the small amount of common sense that you did have mocking you all day, you sat in classes and daydreamed about your mystery home intruder. Would they read the note? Would they be happy about your appreciation? Would they — you bit your lip — would they write back? 

You felt like a dumb schoolgirl, excited by the prospect of a badly written love note shoved in her locker. And, like a school girl, you trudged back home with your arms weighed down by class work, a billion essays and quizzes that had to be completed overnight. Did your professors not realise you had a life outside of college? Not that you did, of course, but like… in principle. 

You were so preoccupied with the coursework that you didn’t even notice the note stuck to your bedroom door. After an hour of studying, you rose wearily to start fixing yourself something to eat, and your eyes snagged on a flash of yellow. 

You squeaked, almost falling over yourself in your rush to get to the door and read the note. 

i’m glad you liked them. i’m sorry i took your things, that was mean of me. i tried to only take things you wouldn’t miss, but i guess that backfired… i just wanted to feel close to you. and these notes… are the closest i’ve ever been. i know that must sound weird, but… well. i’m a weird guy, i guess. i just liked hearing from you. that’s all. 

~ koo <3

You didn’t stop freaking out for a full five minutes. After that, you poured over every detail of the letter, eager to extricate any fragment of knowledge possible. You ended up with a list which you scribbled down in your diary, above which you pasted the note. 

The list went as follows:

They want to feel close to you

They have not talked to you before, since the notes are the closest they’ve ever been, but they must have seen you in person at least once 

They are a he 

(you adamantly did not get flustered about that)

and

     4. He calls himself Koo

When you left your apartment the next morning, you placed your note on the exact same spot he had left his. An indirect touch. 

hi koo !!!!!!!!

i was so excited to see you had written something!! you know, if you want to talk to me more often, there is an easier way…

Underneath you had scrawled your phone number, hastily and not allowing for regret before you flounced out of the apartment. The reason why you were in such a rush was because you were about to go to your favourite class: Photography 101. 

You had taken it as an extra credit, something that interested you but not enough that you wanted to pursue it as a career. You had expected it to be fun, something artistic to break up the monotony of classes. What you had not expected was the dreamy boy who sat in the first row and had full possession of your heart. 

You didn’t even know his name, but you were pretty sure you were half in love with him. With fluffy brown hair that fell over his forehead whenever he leaned over to scribble down notes, and cute bunny teeth that stuck out in a flustered smile whenever the professor praised his work in class, he was perhaps the cutest boy you had ever seen. 

Though you were sure he had many girls sighing after him, he seemed to be really shy, only ever speaking in class when called on, and even then it was in a quiet, soft voice. He was kind of like you in that respect. But that was where your similarities ended. 

Yes, you thought, sighing as you watched him pay avid attention to the professor’s lecture on the composition of frames, his cute doe eyes wide and twinkling like stars were embedded in the pupils, He is way out of my league. 

It took three days for you to lose hope. You hadn’t received a text, nor had you found any notes left for you. You tried not to be disappointed, even as your traitorous sub-conscience mocked you for being able to scare away the one person who arguably paid you the most attention. 

You didn’t really have many friends, and the ones you did have preferred each other over you, and often left you out of activities because of your shy nature. You guessed this whole thing had just been a way to feel like you actually mattered to someone, like, for once, someone cared about you, but-

You were pulled out of your musings as your phone chimed. 

From: Unknown Number

[6:48 PM]

hi

this is koo

The two of you texted every day, and soon enough you were hiding your phone underneath your desk in order to chat to him, keeping your phone on your person at all times in case koo wanted to talk. Of course, the only class you didn’t do this in was Photography, so you could spend a blissful forty-five minutes staring at the boy who played the role of your husband in all of your favourite daydreams. 

Koo still broke into your house occasionally, and he still left you sweet, considerate gifts. Often, you would receive texts like this:

From: koo ✨

[3:24 PM]

sweets i’ve been checking your groceries and your vegetables are not being eaten as often as they should be 

i know you have a sweet tooth and that’s cute but please try to stay healthy

To: koo ✨

[3:25 PM]

but i can’t cook all i know how to make is microwaveable mac n cheese :///////

You came back home that day to discover a bunch of Tupperwares full of pre-made healthy meals and a note stuck to the top of them. 

try microwaving these :)

To: koo ✨

[3:01 AM]

koo are you awake?

From: koo ✨

[3:01 AM]

i am now

what’s wrong?

To: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

i can’t sleep :////////

From: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

sweets you need to go to bed

you have an early morning class

To: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

i knowwwwww

i just… i can’t sleep without mr snuggles :((

From: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

Mr Snuggles??

???

To: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

my cuddly bunny :((((

i think you took him a while ago

could i maybe have him back…?

From: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

Shit

i didn’t know you couldn’t sleep without him 

[3:04 AM]

sweets im so sorry

To: koo ✨

[3:04 AM]

its okay koo

From: koo ✨

[3:04 AM]

no it isn’t

you’re loosing sleep because of me

fuck

i could… bring him to you?

To: koo ✨

[3:05 AM]

you’d do that?

…i could see you?

From: koo ✨

[3:05 AM]

no i’d leave him outside

you’d have to promise not to come out until i text you saying i’ve left

To: koo ✨

[3:06 AM]

but kooooo :(((((

From: koo ✨

[3:07 AM]

sweets 

To: koo ✨

[3:07 AM]

okay :((((((((((

but i expect you to leave a big box of chocolates on my pillow for me to come home to tomorrow evening!!

From: koo ✨

[3:08 AM]

of course sweets <3

im gonna get going now

don’t look outside your apartment

To: koo ✨

[3:08 AM]

okay

From: koo ✨

[3:34 AM]

im gone and mr snuggles is waiting outside for you

he might have a little gift with him

You trudged outside your apartment, rubbing your eyes blearily, and looked down to see your beloved plushie clutching a single rose in its paws. You gasped, leaning down to pick up the flower gently, and you noticed all the thorns had been taken off. Koo must’ve removed them so that you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. 

You felt warmth flood you, drowning the butterflies in your stomach and replacing them with something much less fleeting, much less shallow. 

It sunk into your bones, into your heart, into your breath as you sighed, squeezing your long-lost Mr Snuggles close to your face. He carried the familiar scent of nostalgia, but also something different, something sharper. You realised with a jolt that you were smelling Koo’s cologne. 

You went back to bed, nuzzled your face into the plushy’s furry belly, and dreamed of fluffy brown hair and bunny smiles. 

Though with Mr Snuggles’ help you were able to sleep wonderfully, you were only able to do so for four hours before your alarm jolted you back into early reality. Honestly, you were sorely tempted to just ditch class, but it was Photography, and if you missed your regular dose of the cute boy in the front row then you thought you might just crumble into dust. 

You dragged yourself out of bed, pulling on your softest oversized hoodie — a gift from Koo which, now that you thought about it, smelled like the same cologne that Mr Snuggles did. You flushed at the thought of him giving you one of his hoodies to wear, though you couldn’t say exactly why that image charmed you. 

You stumbled into the lecture, arms full of textbooks because you knew you wouldn’t have the energy to return back to your apartment to retrieve the relevant materials for your next class later in the day. Your excellent plan was to crash in the library directly after this, have a two hour power-nap, and then make yourself get up in time for Calculus. 

You barely had the energy to listen to the professor droning on and on about… the perfect lense, or whatever. You allowed yourself the indulgence of tuning out, resting your chin on your palm and gazing dreamily at the boy in the front row. He was taking notes, as per usual. What a good student! You praised him in your head. I bet he has the best handwriting. 

Despite your best efforts, you fell asleep within ten minutes. You were woken as the class concluded by the clamour of students grabbing their materials and the scrape of chairs as your classmates stood up, leaving you behind — the only one half-splayed across the desk in front of you. 

You jerked upright, grabbing your stuff in one hand as you tried to tug on your bag, eventually succeeding with much struggle, only to drop it all again as soon as you stood up. You whimpered, watching helplessly as your textbooks fanned across the floor. You saw one of them split along the spine as it landed on an open page. 

That cost me two hundred dollars, you thought absently, and I just chucked it down like a bouncy ball.  

Suddenly, you glimpsed someone crouching down and gathering them all up into a sturdy pile. As he stood up, your vision was full of fluffy brown hair, errant strands falling into star-filled doe eyes. 

Oh. Oh no. 

“H-Here you are,” He murmured, passing you the pile gently, making sure you were able to take the weight before leaving them in your arms. When he leaned close to you, you breathed in a scent that was oddly familiar, and yet new at the same time. As his hands receded, his skin brushed against yours for a second and you swear your vision blanked out. 

“Thanks,” You whispered, your gaze so firmly focused on the floor that you didn’t notice his flushed cheeks. 

As soon as you got to the library, you whipped out your phone, all tiredness banished from your system by that momentous experience. You had talked to him. 

To: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

koo i think im in love

From: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

what

with who

To: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

this boy in my photography class 

he’s just so- 

[8:48 AM]

i can’t even explain it

i dropped my textbooks and he picked them up for me and i stg i almost cried

From: koo ✨

[8:48 AM]

wait

seriously??

To: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

yeah i cry at like the drop of a hat 

From: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

no-

cute 

but i mean

that’s who you’re in love with?

To: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

yeah?

From: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

gray sweater

[8:50 AM]

big eyes

tall-ish

that’s him???

To: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

OMG YOU’RE IN MY PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS AREN’T YOU

From: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

WHAT

NO

IM NOT

To: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

OMGGGGGGG

YOU SAW HIM HELP ME SO YOU MUST BE IN MY CLASSSS

[8:51]

okay!

are you the frat guy who always comes in hungover???

no judgement

From: koo ✨

[8:51 AM]

NO

To: koo ✨

[8:52 AM]

are you the guy who only ever wears knitwear???

From: koo ✨

[8:52 AM]

NO

To: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

…are you the professor?

From: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

NO!!!!!

oh my god lets just meet up or something before i explode

To: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

WAIT

ARE YOU SERIOUS????

From: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

…you’re that excited to meet me?

To: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

OF COURSE I AM

OH MY GODDDD

WHEN?

From: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

now?

i can meet you at the campus coffee shop in like five minutes?

To: koo ✨

[8:55 AM]

five minutes???

that’s not enough time koo i have to go home and pick out something pretty to wear !!

From: koo ✨

[8:55 AM]

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you’re always beautiful to me

To: koo ✨

[8:56 AM]

you

you think im

b-beautiful 

: ’ ))))))))))

From: koo ✨

[8:57 AM]

…

haha see you there!! 

To: koo ✨

[8:57 AM]

GET BACK HERE WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS-

You sat on an empty table, fiddling with the tea bag tag which hung over the side of your mug. You had bought Green Tea as an effort to calm yourself down so you weren’t too anxious to meet Koo, but it hadn’t worked because you were impatient and sipped it too soon so now you were sat there nursing a burnt tongue like an idiot. 

You knew it was irrational to be self-conscious. He already knew who you were, and seemed to like you, it was just you that was in the dark. You went over the possible people Koo could be, mentally cycling through the boys in your photography class. It was an annoyingly large class, which meant he would be anyone from the guy who smelled like Funyuns to-

Fluffy-haired boy strolled into the coffee shop and you let out an involuntary sigh. He seemed to be cheerful, a smile exposing his bunny teeth and making his cheeks bunch up adorably, with like,  five different sets of dimples poked into them. You had never agreed more with the saying that dimples were caused by an angel’s kiss. 

Well, at least I’ll have something nice to look at while I wait, you thought, just before all your thoughts suddenly tipped out of your head when you realised he was walking towards your table. 

“Is this seat taken?” He grinned, before sliding into the seat across from you. 

You whimpered, and his smile grew devastatingly wider.

“Hi,” He breathed, before his gaze flickered down to your mug of tea, clutched so tightly in your hands that you worried the ceramic might shatter. “You didn’t get hot chocolate? I thought you had a sweet tooth?”

“Uhm-” You choked, before forcing yourself to get a grip. How would Koo feel if he walked in here and saw you sitting with another guy? “I’m actually- I’m waiting for someone. Sorry.”

If it was possible — and it certainly seemed to be — the boy’s grin broadened even more, his eyes crinkling into adorable half-moons.

“Is that so? Is he your boyfriend?”

“No!” You blurted, before flushing profusely. The boy across from you seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the display. “I mean- uhm, I don’t know. Maybe? This is our- this is our first actual meeting.”

“Oh?” The boy tilted his head, “Really? How exciting.”

You hummed in agreement, eyes fixed on your slowly cooling beverage. You raised it to your mouth to take a hesitant sip and- nope,  still too hot. You whined quietly, rubbing your sore tongue against the inside of your cheek to try and soothe it. 

“Oh, sweets,” The boy murmured across from you, and you were too distracted to notice the nickname. He plucked the mug out of your hands and placed it on the other side of the table, as if he was trying to make sure it couldn’t hurt you anymore. “Are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the campus infirmary?”

“Wha- no, it’s okay,” You mumbled, lisping slightly on your burnt tongue and blushing when he cooed over you, “It’s- I’m waiting here for someone, and- I mean, I don’t even know your name-”

“It’s Jungkook,” He interrupted cheekily, deliberately ignoring the rest of your statement, “Some people call me Kookie, and really special people call me… Koo.” 

Oh. Oh.

Fuck.

“Really special people?” You asked, your voice small, and not because of the burn. 

“Well, people…” Jungkook- Koo paraphrased, tilting his head slightly, “I guess it would be more accurate to say… one really special person.”

“Really?” You breathed, and Jungkook leaned over the table, close enough that you could smell his cologne, the same scent embedded in the fabric of your hoodie- his hoodie. 

“The most special person.” He murmured, the fervent emotion packed in each word speaking louder than any increase of volume could.

You had never been anyone’s most special person before, but, as you looked into Jungkook’s chocolate eyes, you started to believe you could almost taste it, sticky sweet on your lips. And when Jungkook eventually, finally coaxed your lips in a gentle kiss, you let him in, and found out that happiness tastes reassuringly honey-sweet. 

[claudemblems]

Can I request a scenario in which reader is very self conscious of their artistic skills and Ignatz and Bernadetta cheer them up? And end up doing some artsy things the three of them uwu

I made this so much longer than it needed to be and I didn’t even quite have them actually do artsy stuff (yet) bUT I JUST MIGHT HAVE TO WRITE A SEQUEL AAAA. But best fren :,) This request with these characters is the best thing since sliced bread. The fact that these two don’t have supports now infuriates me. Nintendo. Give me. THE FLUFFY. CONVERSATIONS.

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“All right, I’m just going to sneak out, grab a little dessert, run right back into my room, and enjoy my day off in the peace and quiet of isolation,” Bernadetta sighed, mouth watering at the thought of the dining hall’s sweet specials of the day. It was true she despised venturing out of her room and being surrounded by other humans, but no one would notice her when she snuck inside the dining hall and grabbed something. At least her ability to make everyone else unaware of her existence came in handy sometimes.

It helped that she picked a later hour to try to steal something for herself. By now, there would be less people dining together, meaning less chances of her being forced to strike up a conversation with someone. But more people dining together could mean they’d focus on their dining partners rather than her. But too many people in the room would terrify her and cause her to run off as fast as her feet could carry her. However, if she didn’t even make an attempt to put her plan into action, she’d never get her yummy cake…

Stop freaking out and just go, Bernie! I’m going to get my cake.

Mustering her courage, Bernadetta started towards the dining hall, keeping as far away from watchful eyes as possible. Maybe she wasn’t fond of human interaction, but sometimes being outside and feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin and the intoxicating scent of flowers and grass after rain almost made her wish she went outside more. 

Bernadetta was interrupted from her thoughts as two students rounded the corner. She held back a shriek and jumped behind a bench, heart pounding as she waited for the strangers to disappear from sight.

“Why does the outside world have to be so scary?” she whined.

When the students were out of sight, Bernadetta slowly rose from behind the bench, hoisting herself back onto her feet. She surveyed the area around her, making sure no one else lingered nearby. While her eyes didn’t latch onto anyone, her gaze drifted over to the bench; namely, what was on the bench.

She gingerly picked the item up. “A notebook?” she said aloud.

Bernadetta turned it over in her hands. “I wonder whose it is.” She searched the front, flipped it to check the back, but no name. She went to open it to the front page until she suddenly went rigid, her eyes wide. “W-What am I doing?” she asked herself. “I know I’m just searching for a name, but what if this is someone’s diary? What if I stumble across someone’s secrets? What if they see me, or they find out, and they’ll make me pay? Ugh, how do you get yourself into these situations, Bernie?!”

She turned her thoughts over and over in her mind, her hands trembling. “I’ll just check the front page and look for the owner’s name. It’s better than letting the wrong hands sift through this.” So Bernadetta opened the notebook to the first pages, but no name was written there, either. A bookmark peeked out from the next page, and she turned to it, hoping to scan through the text to find the name quickly without invading privacy. But…

“Is this...a story?”

Her fingers brushed over the strokes of ink, her gaze fixated on the even strokes and words winding into elaborate settings, descriptions, heart-racing adventures, and love—

“Bernadetta?”

Bernadetta shrieked, nearly dropping the notebook from her hands. “I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO ANYTHING I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR THE OWNER’S NAME AND ACCIDENTALLY STARTED READING IT BUT I’M NOT TRYING TO DIG UP SECRETS ON ANYONE I SWEAR!”

She kept her eyes shut tight until she hesitantly opened one, blinking when Ignatz’ face came into view. “Ignatz?”

“Is everything all right?” Ignatz asked, brows furrowed. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. I…” Bernadetta’s eyes drifted to the notebook in her hands. “I was looking for the owner’s name in this notebook, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. And I may have accidentally started reading...the story in this.”

“Someone lost their notebook?” Ignatz eyed the book before smiling. “I might be able to figure out whose it is if I get a look at their handwriting.”

“Okay…”

Bernadetta handed the notebook over to Ignatz as he scanned the pages. “I know this writing...it’s [Name]’s!”

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Yes! She’s in my house. I’ve seen her handwriting enough times to tell that this is hers.” Ignatz shook his head and let out a light laugh. “I never knew she could write like this, though.”

“Isn’t it amazing?” Bernadetta sighed. “It made my own heart race!”

“I never would have guessed she was a romantic at heart, either,” Ignatz smiled. “I guess it’s true that art tells a lot about someone’s soul.”

“You think so?”

“Of course! In fact, when you’re creating any kind of art, it’s like you’re pouring out the deepest depths of your soul. Whether with a brush on a canvas, a quill on parchment, sketches on the back of an old test. Art tells you a lot about who a person is.”

“Well, if you believe it’s [Name]’s, we need to get this back to her.”

“I agree. Let’s go return this notebook to its rightful owner.”

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“Where on earth did I put the thing?!” you shrieked, running your hands through your hair. Your notebook was nowhere to be found. Not stuffed in your drawer by your nightstand, not piled with all the other books you had yet to read. Nowhere to be found, and yet…

Panic started to settle in. The thought of someone stumbling across your work sent shivers rippling down your spine. Those words, those characters were formed from the deep depths of your heart. For someone to read your cringey romance scenes because you daydreamed about those frivolous things—you didn’t know how you’d ever recover from such a thing. 

Deciding to clear your head for a while, you strolled out to the fields, breathing in the breezy summer air. Sometimes adventuring out into the world was nice, especially by yourself. To listen to the sounds of nature, to breathe in fresh air, to smell the sweet fragrance of flowers, to feel the breeze brushing across your skin. It was like heaven on earth.

“[Name]!”

You spun on your heel to see Ignatz and Bernadetta running towards you. The two of them are together? And Bernadetta is out of her room? You blinked twice. What an odd sight.

“Thank goodness we found you! We looked everywhere,” Ignatz laughed through his labored breaths. 

“Oh. Did you need something from me?” you asked. “It seems like you two were in a rush.”

“We had to be in a hurry to make sure your precious creations don’t fall into the wrong hands!” Bernadetta cried.

You cocked your head to the side, a brow raised. “Um...my creations?”

Ignatz held out your notebook, and your eyes went wide. “Yes. I believe you misplaced your notebook.”

Heat rushed into your cheeks as you grabbed the notebook, holding it to your chest. “Wait, how’d you know this was mine? You...You didn’t read it, did you?”

“We had to look inside to figure out who the owner was. I was able to recognize your handwriting.” Ignatz lowered himself into a bow, Bernadetta following him. “I’m sorry we read your work. But once we started, we couldn’t stop.”

You stared in humiliation, unable to look them in the eyes. “So you read it?”

“Yes…”

The silence lingered, no one daring to speak. It only made your face grow redder, embarrassment crawling underneath your skin.

“WAAA [NAME] I’M SORRY I READ YOUR STORY IT WAS JUST SO CAPTIVATING AND BEAUTIFUL AND MADE MY HEART SKIP A BEAT BUT I ONLY MEANT TO CHECK WHO THE OWNER WAS IN THE BEGINNING I’M SORRY I’M TERRIBLE AT THIS I REALLY SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN MY ROOM—”

“Did it really make you feel like that?”

Bernadetta and Ignatz glanced at each other before meeting your gaze again. “Did you...really think it was captivating?” 

“Yes! It was wonderful!”

“It was beautifully written,” Ignatz said. “I had no idea you had that kind of talent.”

You laughed, fidgeting with your hands, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks at his words. “It’s not really anything special.”

“But it is!” Bernadetta exclaimed. “You write so well. I’m kind of jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“[Name], you’re extremely talented,” Ignatz said. “You shouldn’t hide your work. The world needs to see it!”

“It’s nothing but a frivolous pastime,” you sighed.

“I know how you feel.” Ignatz frowned. “I love painting, but I’m here so I can train to be a knight. So, painting will just have to be a pastime for me. But I believe we should all appreciate each other’s talents! And you’re not expected to be a knight, are you? I’m sure your writing prowess will become quite useful in the future!”

“You think so?”

“Of course! And I’ve heard you’re quite artistic yourself, Bernadetta,” Ignatz smiled.

“Um...uh...well...I like to do art when I’m alone...in my room.”

“Why don’t we form an art appreciation club?”

You and Bernadetta exchanged glances. “A club?”

“We can meet in each other’s rooms and discuss our art over tea! We can help each other out with ideas, inspiration. I think it might be fun.”

You were certain Bernadetta would reject the idea immediately and were caught off guard when she expressed some interest. “No one else would know about it?”

“No one. Just us. I promise I won’t judge either of you for your work. In fact, I feel so excited at the idea of hearing your ideas and what you’re working on! I believe all art is beautiful and needs to be shared.”

You mulled over Ignatz’s words for a few moments, pushing away the self-conscious thoughts trying to flood your mind. “Okay,” you said. “I’ll join.”

“That’s great, [Name]! What about you, Bernadetta?”

“If we can meet in private...and if you bring some cake...then I’ll join!”

“So it’s settled!” Ignatz grinned. “[Name], Bernadetta, let’s have fun and appreciate each other’s artistic talents!”

You and Bernadetta smiled and nodded. Being recognized for talent and passion when you were unsure of your own abilities...it filled your heart. You couldn’t help but agree to Ignatz’s proposition.

Maybe one day your talent really would take you places.

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Remus reading Roman's diary. Can be fluffy or angsty.

Title: Can’t be Whole when you’re Split

Type: Angst, baby

Characters: Remus; mentioned Roman

Relationships: None.

Warnings: A lot of very negative thinking and a lot of insecurity on the part of Roman, (kind of) suicidal thinking.

…

Remus felt out of place. 

Well okay, more out of place than usual. Being out of place was kind of his thing, after all, but this side of the mindpalace truly was something else. It was so...light...and happy…and weird.

Remus shuddered. 

Thing was, he wasn’t on this side of the line for his usual shenanigans. He wasn’t there to disorganize Logan’s books (perches on his shelves in their perfect alphabetical order) or slip a tarantula into Patton’s heart-printed sheets. No, he was here for something a little more serious. 

He was here for Roman. 

“Brother?” Remus opened the red door at the end of the hall, feeling the cold metal of the knob in his hands as he stepped inside. 

Nobody was there. 

“Roman?”

No answer. Maybe he was out exploring in the imagination again...well, Remus supposed he could wait. What he had to ask was important, after all. He glanced down at the soft crimson carpet as he paced over it, feeling how soft it was under his feet. What a strange sensation…

Then something caught his eye. Remus turned, and there it was. 

It was a book, sitting on Roman’s desk.

Red leather, fancy lettering on the cover…

And a pen sitting next to it. Remus frowned and went to the desk, picking up the book and looking at the cover. 

Roman’s Diary, it proclaimed in loopy gold writing. 

The book suddenly felt a lot heavier. Remus stared at the cover for a long time, feeling the leather in his hands. He looked at the door. He looked back at the book. Roman’s Diary. The lettering hadn’t changed. 

Remus closed his eyes. 

Then he opened them again. 

Then he opened the diary. 

He flipped past a few entries, until one caught his eye.

Dear Diary, it said. 

Thomas rejected another one of my ideas. I don’t know what to do...I’m supposed to be his prince, his knight...but I just feel like a failure. Why can’t I, his Creativity, make him happy? Am I really so terrible at my own job...?

What would Remus think of me now?   -Remus jumped when he read his name, and he looked at the door again before he continued. 

What have I done wrong? I feel like such a mess, and I can’t give Thomas good ideas. Virgil says they’re stupid, Logan tells me they’re illogical, and Patton...even he seems disappointed in me…   -Here there were two blots in the paper...tears, Remus realized. 

I’ve got to think of something! I can’t let Thomas down! Maybe some adventuring will help me clear my mind…

The entry ended there. Remus stood there for a short moment, unsure of what to think, before he shook his head and turned the page.

Dear Diary, 

“Roman, that doesn’t even make sense!” “Roman, I thought you were Creativity, this is a terrible idea!” “Roman, can you please just pay attention for once?” “Life isn’t a game, Roman!” I feel so…  -more words blotted out by tears. 

I can’t cry in front of them. If I have to suffer all of this alone, then so be it. I can’t let them know how I really feel...they can’t know. They can’t know how much I hate my own ideas, how much I hate me.  -Remus stared at the page, at the underlined “me.” Was this how Roman really felt…?

Hah, if only they knew that I was as pathetic as they thought.

Another page, another entry.

Dear Diary, 

My ideas have been shot down again. I suppose it’s no surprise, seeing as nobody wants to listen to me anyways. I know I talk a big game but...I really am wondering, is it doing anything? Am I any good at all? Would they even notice if I just disappeared?

I really hope this isn’t true. But I’m running out of hope.

Remus flipped a few more pages.

Dear Diary, 

The first paragraph was nearly impossible to read, so blurred and blotted out by tears. The first line he could read comprehensively was I have to be there for Thomas. 

I have to, he continued. 

I have to be there for him, even if he doesn’t want me. He needs me. I’m his Creativity. He needs me. I have to be there for him…

More pages, more tears.

Dear Diary,

Thomas liked an idea I had today! But then...right after that...Logan went to him and convinced him it wasn’t a good idea after all. I...I don’t know what to do...I keep trying and trying, but I feel like I’ve done nothing. 

The next sentence was written shakily, so shakily that Remus struggled to read it. 

Does Thomas need me after all?

Maybe he’d be better off without me...after all, I only seem to be in the way. 

Would he be better without me? He’ll still have Remus, his Creativity wouldn’t be completely gone…

The door slammed open and Remus jumped, dropping his book on the floor. 

“What are you doing in here!?” he spun around to find Roman, sword drawn, but his brother stopped immediately when he saw Remus’ face. 

“Are you...crying?” he asked. Remus just stared at him. 

He started to turn away. 

“No Remus, please wait, I--”

He was gone. In a heartbeat Remus slipped from the light side and back to the dark side of the mindpalace, tears streaming down his cheeks and a feeling of numbness and horror and so many things swirling around in his chest. 

And once again, he was surrounded by darkness, and shadows, and the echo of his own crying.

[crushondonald]

21 question tag

I was tagged by the one and only @rememberedkisses: thank you so much my beautiful darling ❤, also for your patience ... I'm terribly late with this!!! I loved your splendid answers, we have a lot in common my dear ... but I shouldn't wonder at all 😘!!!!

Name: Tanja

Nickname: I have a few but they only work in German 😊!!! 

Favorite music/bands: music from the ‘20s to the ‘80s, especially Jazz/Swing. On the other hand I'm a huge fan of Irish music and as a complete contradiction, fine selected ambient/deep house ♡! Anything but ordinary ... that's me 😊!

Other blogs: @kenneth-williams-diaries ~ dedicated to my other great love aside from the fabulous dancer, actor and singer Donald O'Connor ♡, the brilliant British actor and comedian Kenneth Williams ♡!!!

Do you get asks? Occasionally, so feel free! But I do not allow anons, I prefer to know who I'm dealing with 😊!

How many blogs do you follow? Not so many,  exact 238 at present ... heaven knows how many of them are inactive!

Tumblr crushes: I love all of you because you're all unique in your own way ♡!

Lucky number: I do not believe in this, I've always tried to figure out what luck means for me ... accordingly I'm building up my own happiness constantly 💖!!!!

What are you wearing right now? As I'm on annual leave this week and the weather is so fantastic in Berlin, I'm wearing a top and shorts in light grey 🌞🍹

Dream vacation spot: a nice little cottage in Ireland's or UK's lovely countryside or on the coast, with a bunch of fluffy sheep in the backyard! A typical Majorcan finca surrounded by orange, almond and olive trees would perfectly do, too ... gosh I love both so much, the Mediterranean and the 'rugged' North!!!!! Living in Europe is so wonderful, I would never trade it ... so many marvellous, historical and beautiful  places around me, only a stone's throw away ❤!!!!!!

Favorite food: I love the Italian and Greek food, tapas, sushi as well as a rustic Irish Stew and as a born Berlin kid our famous 'Currywurst' with fries ... so good, I can tell you 😊!!!!! Fave sweets: I could die for hand-made Macarons 💞!!!!

Drink of choice: Coffee, of course ... from time to time, a fine English tea. For a successful nite-out a pint of Guiness and/or an excellent Irish Whiskey are as much appreciated as sublime cocktails such as Manhattan or Cosmopolitan 🍸!

Instruments: No ... my dad learned to play the piano as a child, unfortunately he couldn't pass it over to me as my parents always missed to buy a piano as long as he was with us! But wait ... does tap dance count as it is rhythm with the feet 😊? I had to pause the lessons due to my health (heart problems caused by a thyriod desease) in the past few years but should really take it up again soon ...  hoofing is so much fun ♡!!!!

Celebrity crush: Donald O'Connor + Kenneth Williams, over and out ♡! No seriously, I also adore Gene Kelly, Montgomery Clift, James Stewart, Paul Newman, Ray Milland, Sean Connery and some excellent contemporary actors such as Edward Norton, Ralph Fiennes, Leonardo DiCaprio, Joaquin Phoenix and Colin Firth.

Random fact: "I cannot help it, but I remember everyone’s birthday..." ~ it's the same with me @rememberedkisses ❤! What else can I say ... got it! I love everything that has to do with languages and script. As I have a certain talent for writing and was often told to have a very beautiful handwriting, I'm finally going to learn calligraphy/hand lettering now 💞! And watch out, maybe you'll find a book of mine on one of the shelves of your book shop one day ... sounds like a perfect project for my retirement 😃! Besides the deep love of writing and linguistics is certainly one of the reasons I adore Kenneth Williams so much ... a thing we have in common ♡!

Favorite ecosystem: the OCEAN ... water is my element 🌊!

Favorite cat: To be honest, I'm not a great fan of cats but I have nothing against them either! I had a beautiful dwarf lop (bunny) once which I loved very much ... intelligent and lovable little creatures ♡! Perhaps in my upcoming older days I will decide to pet a dog ... time will tell 😊!

I tag @mostlydaydreaming, @silverscene, @technicolor--dreams, @maykelly23  but anyone else who would like to do this ... feel free ♡! I'm curious about all your certainly wonderful answers, just as special as you are 💞!!!!!

[insomniasix]

Duuuuude, your writing is top notch ❤️ Was wondering if you could do Prompto's S/O breaking up with him because of Cindy? Kinda like a cheating thing only it's nit cause ofc, Cindy is married to her work lolol. I love your writing and please and thank you!! ❤️❤️

OMG!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’m in tears! :’) 

The Hollowed Hill Of Hammerhead |Prompto x Reader | SFW

A/N: I started writing Angst, but something hit me. Prompto doesn’t deserve to be more hurt than he already is.. So it might have turned out to be something fluffy! ^^’

Warnings: Language, mentions of cheating (I guess?/Kinna?)

Words: 1260

“The picture was taken four years ago, hon!” Cindy laughedat the troubled blond.

“Try telling her that!” Prompto answered, his voice lacedwith fear as he bit down on his fingernails.

“Help a girl understand, Prom. I might be able to help ya!”she said while whipping some grease from her hands with a dirty piece of cloth.She was willing to help him win your trust back. Cindy knew you loved Promptomore than anything, just as he loved you. She also wouldn’t let something as innocentas a picture –of herself –be the reason for you two to fall apart.

Prompto took a deep breath, composing himself as his mindrun back at the day’s morning.

He had just come backfrom a hunt with Gladiolus. Tired and sleep deprived, Prompto fell –face first –onthe couch at your shared apartment in Lestallum.

You and the marksmanhad been together for almost a year but with the Darkness spreading everywhere,Prompto wanted to keep you close in order to protect you.

It didn’t take himlong to hear the whimpers coming from the bedroom.

He got off the couchand stepped closer to the closed door lightly, not wanting to startle you. Hehugged the door and placed his ear against it. Soft whimpers, sniffs and crieswere coming out. All of them from you!

Prompto thought for aseconds before knocking. What could possibly be wrong?

One knock and a softcall of your name made you stop and make yourself presentable before moving tothe door. You opened it and made your way past a worried Prompto withoutlooking at him.

“Baby?” his voice wassoft; the absence of a response or even a look from you, made him crazynervous! What’s wrong?!

You moved past thecouch he was previously laid upon, not even paying attention to the mud he’dbrought in the house, and he instantly knew he was in trouble!

He didn’t know what itwas he’d done wrong by you, but he was definitely in trouble if you didn’t commenton the dirt stains –that would drive you mad even in your best days.

You reached thekitchen table and threw a single picture on it.

Only then turning tolook at your boyfriend’s eyes while crossing your arms to your chest.

Prompto moved closerto where you stood, taking the picture in his hands and smiling at the memoryit triggered.

It was the one Noctishad taken at the rocky path across from Hammerhead. Where they’d met Cindywhile she was out for her morning hike.

The picture showed aposing Cindy and Prompto’s awkward yet ecstatic smile; standing very close toeach other.

“Where did you findthis?” Prompto smiled a wide smile “I thought I’d lost it!”

At this point, thesmile you had come to love more than the sun itself, was starting to piss youoff!

“In your diary.” You saidsharply, moving a lock of hair behind your ear “Surrounded by little red heartsand ‘Cindy x Prompto’s!”

The blond’s eyes whenwide at the idea of you finding such a childish thing in his belongings;suddenly realizing your tone was anything but playful.

“Chocobae…” hebreathed, reaching out to you with his hand so he could caress your anger filledfeatures, but you moved back quickly enough to avoid his touch.

“Do you still havefeelings for her?” the words fell from your lips faster that they moved in yourbrain.

“What?” he huffed alaugh, making you even angrier.

“You heard me,Prompto!” you barked, taking him aback; hot tears threatening both of you “Doyou still love her?”

“Y/N…I…” Promptostuttered, trying to find the words to tell you what was on his mind. Trying tofind the right words so you would believe him.

But you never gave hima chance to explain himself. Making quick assumptions of the situation at handand remembering Iris and Gladiolus joking around about his love for Hammerhead,you didn’t waste any time connecting the wrong dots.

Clenching your jaw in disappointment,you whipped the tears that had fallen just seconds ago and left the apartment,unsure of your destination. It didn’t matter at that moment, you just wanted tostay as far away from him as possible.

Prompto explained the situation to Cindy and she fixed herhat before asking the only reasonable question she could think of whilefrowning her brows at him “Well, why are you ‘ere then?”

The blond ruffled the hair on the back of his head andchuckled as he tried not to sound like a complete dick about the wholesituation “Well…” his voice trembled but he covered it up with yet anotherchuckle “I know how stubborn Y/N can be.” He made a small pause, looking atCindy, who already knew the ending of his sentence.

“So you thought she might come ‘ere lookin’ for trouble.” Shenodded, finishing his thoughts for him before he agreed “Damn, boy.” She shookher head as he shrugged, silently apologizing.

Time went by and you were nowhere to be found, so Promptodecided to help Cindy around the garage, something she appreciated but didn’treally like, since he created more problems than he solved.

Cindy moved closer to him so she could politely tell him tostand aside and let her do her job, when she slipped in a puddle of oil! She wassure to fall flat on her ass with a loud thud, but Prompto was quick to catchher mid-air –right when you stepped inside the garage area!

“For the Astrals’ sake” you breathed in exasperation whilelooking at what seemed like a romantic movie scene “Why am I here?” you askedGladiolus, who was standing right next to you. He was the one you turned to ashe’s always been like an older brother to you. Gladio kicked your ass foracting like a jerk and made you find and talk to Prompto.

Both Gladiolus’ eyebrows were raised; he was also kind ofsurprised, but he knew better.

“You’re here so Prompto can explain himself” Gladio saidwhile crossing his arms at his chest as Cindy and Prompto jumped away from eachother fast “And I really wanna hear about this!”

“Well, I don’t.” you deadpanned, jealousy taking the betterof you once again “I’ve seen enough.”

“Chocobae, stop.” Prompto’s voice was barely heard as hereached out, grabbing your hand gently in his.

You turned around to see that both of you had shed a commontear as the situation had gotten bad, fast.

“Prom…”

“Marry me!” he blurted out and the whole world around youfroze. Suddenly it was just you and him. Nothing else! You two and the emotionsyou once again shared.

“What?” you breathed surprised.

“I mean…” he laughed awkwardly at his own outburst, lookingat the space between you “Will you?” his teary blue eyes were now staring atyours “Marry me?”

“What about…”

“He ain’t for me sweetheart!” Cindy cut you off quickly,knowing exactly what you were thinking “’sides, I ain’t got time for all thatdrama! My babies ‘re waitin’.”

In that moment, everything was clear!

How Cindy was always ‘married’ to her work. How Promptowould never do something like that. How sorry you were and how much you lovedhim!

You stared back into the sea of his eyes and gave youranswer in a whisper, just for the two of you to know.

[azure-writer]

Worth It [Jay Park]

Artist: Jay Park | Word Count: 2.037 | Warning: self-hate, insecure thoughts |

My first writing since a few months ago, and I feel kind of rusty. This is kind of angsty but fluffy at the end. Please don’t read this if the warning makes you uncomfortable. I hope you’ll like it:)

***

The sun was shining high in the sky, and the blue sky was clear with a few clouds painted on it. Jay noticed that flowers were starting to bloom again after the harsh winter was gone, and now he totally felt like it was the spring season. People actually looked far more cheerful than they were in winter, taking their time to walk and enjoy the beautiful scenery of plants coming back alive. The black haired college student couldn’t help but jog faster, hoping that he could see a smile as bright as the day in your face. Jay had just finished his class for the day and you had already finished for the day as well, so he thought dropping by for a moment will lift up both of your spirits. Things were hard for the both of you because Jay was a freshman in college, still adjusting with the large difference from high school, while you were in your last year in high school, studying for upcoming tests nonstop.

When Jay arrived at your house, he quickly made his way up to your room since the house was empty. He gave a loud knock on the wooden door, but there was no answer for a few minutes. Jay knocked again while leaning onto the door, trying to catch any sounds inside, but it was dead quiet. His hands quickly held the doorknob and pushed it open, revealing to an empty room. But then he noticed that the windows were left ajar, and your shoes lay below it, meaning that you’ve probably gone to the roof to look at the sky again, a hobby of yours Jay was very fond of.

“I’ll just wait for her to come back down.” Jay muttered to himself, dropping his schoolbag down and taking of his coat. He laid it carefully on an empty seat and made himself comfortable on the bed, taking the view of your room.

Everything was the same as he saw them two weeks ago, except the amount of books that piled up increased far more than before. There were post-it notes all over your desk and wall, where Jay caught that some of them were reminders of upcoming tests and motivation written in messy and rushed handwriting. But then he noticed something peculiar on top of your bag, and Jay swore he never saw it before after thousands of visits to your bedroom.

“A diary?” There was confusion in Jay’s voice as he flipped through the black colored diary, noticing that you have started the diary the month Jay started college. As he flicked through the pages and read as fast as he can, he noticed how the content of your day changed drastically. The first two months were filled with you missing his presence, and you were beyond motivated to get into the same college as him, willing to study hard to get enrolled there. But the next few months grew darker, and Jay wasn’t sure that you were like the person he knew based on what you wrote in your diary.

February 28, 2017

I feel worthless, and going through the days feel so hard when you can’t even keep focus on something for a minute. There were voices pulling me back from the present, and they were telling me the truth: I am nothing, just a waste of space while leeching off my parents’ money, not being able to do anything right, will not be accepted at any university or even get a decent job. I can’t even do anything about it, I can only listen and accept their words because that’s what I am, and I am worthless and pathetic. Why am I still alive anyway?

Jay gulped, his eyes widening in horror as he read every word that you wrote. That was a month ago, and he quickly turned to the page of this month, hoping on to catch what your thoughts were currently on about. When he arrived at the latest page you wrote on, his heart seemed to drop even more.

The entrance test for Seoul National University is getting closer, and all I want is to hide, burry myself six feet under, anything to get me away from it. I’ve been studying, but I can’t seem to focus at all, and I’ve been missing a lot of classes because of a huge drop in my health. I feel numb now, but there was still fear in me. I want this all to end, fast, because everything seems so overwhelming for me. The Earth wouldn’t miss another soul, my parents would be fine they can get rid of their disappointment of a daughter, and Jay won’t come looking for me, right?

“Jay?” When he heard the croak of your voice crash the silence surrounding him, Jay whipped as fast as he can, hiding the diary behind his back and praying that you won’t notice his actions just now.

“Hey love! I decided to come to visit,” Jay tried grinning, opening his arms wide for you to jump into, and when you delved into his arms, he let out a soft sigh, the grin disappearing from his face, “How’s my baby girl doing?”

“I’m barely alive with all the tests coming up, but I think you might be able to calm my nerve-wrecked mind.” Jay could now see through you after he read through your diary, because you sound nothing like you were suffering, because you made it sound like a joke and that you were still fine. But when you tensed as Jay hugged you tighter, he knew you were far from fine.

“Well, are you suggesting we cuddle and take a nap?” You parted away from him and nodded excitedly. But despite the smile that you flashed to him, Jay was so struck with your eyes, the window to your soul. Why does your eyelashes look so wet, and your eyes so empty?

And at that moment Jay threw all the precautions to the air on how to talk about this sensitive topic, because you had been crying alone, and he was always there for you, but he never noticed the changes in your heart. The seconds he spent holding your empty gaze was painful, because they used to be filled with so much emotions before.

“Have you been crying?” Jay asked, his voice in a whisper, “I know you’ve been hiding something from me (Name), something you’ve been very bothered about.” He let his hands wander to your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheeks. It does feel damp, like there were trails of dried tears drying there.

Meanwhile your heart stopped as you stared at Jay’s expectant eyes, then moved to your study desk, where you found your diary laying open. He must have read through it, you cried inside your heart, what a fool for setting such an obvious thing where anyone can see! There was a shot of pain through your heart and you found yourself gasping for air, tears blurring your vision. You took a step back and collapsed down to your bed, your legs not having any power to hold you up anymore.

You worthless and dumb girl. Now you’ve let someone know just how pathetic you really are!

“(Name)!” Jay quickly sat beside you, holding onto your shoulders to stop yourself from shuddering, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to read through it! But it wasn’t there before, and I got curious, and- the thing is, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you at all.” He tried to hold your chin to face him, but you flinched at his soft touch, only pushing yourself farther away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” You croaked, your voice was hoarse as you tried to contain the sobs, “Now that you’ve known what I am, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want to call me as your girlfriend anymore.” There was a moment of silence followed suit, and you hid your face further between the curtains of your hair, letting the tears flow freely but not giving a chance for Jay to see your face. Just great, you thought, your world is starting to crumble down further more.

Among the silence, Jay was enraged, he was furious that you said he wouldn’t want to be with you anymore. Now that he’s realized his huge mistake of not noticing, all that Jay wants to do was to hug you close and fix you, hold you close and tell you that everything was going to be alright. Because he’s let you hurt right under his nose, and he was going to give his all to return you back to the girl he love so much, even if he had to give his heart for you to see just how much he loves you.

“No! I still want to be with you, no matter what you or those voices think of. It was stupid of me not to notice that you weren’t okay under this mask, and I’m not going to leave you no matter what you’re feeling or undergoing. I still love you no matter what you are, because I love what you truly are inside, and those voices are wrong!” Jay hadn’t realized that his voice have gone higher, but that seemed to snap you back to the present, as you stared at him with wide teary eyes, the windows of your soul actually have emotions now. Although they were full of sadness and confusion, Jay was determined to turn it all into happiness.

“What are you talking about?” You nervously asked, still finding it hard to believe that Jay’s words were too good to be true.

“What I’m talking about is the truth, the real truth,” Jay sighed, finally being brave to touch your arms and slide his hands down to lace it with your fingers, feeling a little bit glad that you didn’t object the contact, “You are not worthless, pathetic, a waste of space, or any of those negative thoughts! (Name) is the strongest, independent, beautiful, smartest girl in the world, and you are worth it. I never regret the many seconds I spend with you, the minutes where I adore your beauty, the hours when you’re able to give me the happiest smile ever, and the days I miss you so much because you’re not by my side. You are everything that is good in the world, (Name), and trust my words because I love you with all my heart, and to hell with those negative thoughts!” He ended his unexpected speech with a genuine smile and pleading eyes, staring at your eyes in hopes of finding hope in yours.

How could you forget that you were so lucky to have such a loving man as yours? The negative thoughts seemed to disappear in an instant as you yanked Jay roughly by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips against him in passionate kiss. And in that moment you felt alive, and you felt calm despite the raging emotions, knowing that someone was there for you, someone that was so willing to help you. There were tears lining down your cheeks, but you felt a burst of joy inside your heart, and you swore you saw a tear fall from Jay’s eyes as well.

“Thank you!” You sobbed, hugging him as tightly as you can, clutching his shirt because everything still felt too good to be true for you, “How did I get so lucky to have you, Jay?” Laying your head on his shoulders, you let the tears of joy fall, feeling warmth spread all over you because you just love Jay so much.

“I can ask the same thing as well, my strong girl,” Jay gently lay down the bed, letting your head fall to his chest while his arms protectively held you close, “Promise me to come to me when you have something bothering you, alright?” You nodded, holding Jay’s loving gaze as your eyes flashed the same emotion as him.

“I promise.”

“And know that I’d spent the rest of my life with you, because you are so worth it, got it (Name)?”

“Got it.”

[coupsyboopsy]

92 Statements

Tagged by: @mans-ayyye

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 10 people.

THE LAST:

1. Drink: H2O 2. Phone call: My dad 3. Text message: "Love you too!” 4. Song you listened to: Surround Me—Leon 5. Time you cried: Like a minute ago because Tiff is so WONDERFUL

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: like... date someone, break up, date them again? I don’t think so 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: LMAO I LAUGHING AT TIFF’S REPEAT ON THIS ONE I SHOULDN’T BUT IT’S CUTE... Yes, this douche named Matt and I apparently can’t keep my mouth off his when we’re drunk 8. Been cheated on: Yes...  9. Lost someone special: Yeah... 10. Been depressed: Clinical diagnosis so... maybe, I think? 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: ONE TIME BECAUSE MAMA DON’T VOMIT BUT 3 BEERS, 4 OR 5 MIX DRINKS, AND LIKE 7 TEQUILA SHOTS WILL MAKE ANYONE VOMIT

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: green, purple, teal

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: YES 16. Fallen out of love: Yes. 17. Laughed until you cried: OMG YES 18. Found out someone was talking about you: lmao yeah 19. Met someone who changed you: Yes, and it’s wonderful 20. Found out who your friends are: Heh... yeah 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: LMAO.... yes... I kiss people when I drink

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them... some are online friends 23. Do you have any pets: I name all the stink bugs in my apartment and they’re my pets 24. Do you want to change your name: Princess Conseula Bananahammock. If you get the reference, you’re marrying me tonight. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I got two posters from bestie (Coupsy and Dokyeom) and went home and spent time with family, fought with my mom, partied with friends the next weekend 26. What time did you wake up: 7 am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Finishing the last of Vampire Diaries and groaning at how fucking stupid the finale was. I wasted all this time on stupid show for some fluffy, boring ending. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: My death? Is that morbid? It’s not like a bad thing. I just want to sleep for a long time. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Last week when she was being her normal terrible self. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: My inability to finish things I start 31. What are you listening right now: The AC and my coworker talking to me about his schedule for the afternoon. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes, I have. It was a whole family of Toms. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My supervisor 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr

LOST QUESTIONS.

35. Mole/s: Yes. I have to keep an eye on them and new ones because skin cancer runs in my family. And then a shit ton of freckles 36. Mark/s: I fall more than I walk. I have scars all over.  37. Childhood dream: To sing, go to space, and to write 38. Hair Colour: Various shades of brown 39. Long or short hair: Short hair. About at my shoulders. I need to get it cut 40. Do you have a crush on someone: I...yes :D 41. What do you like about yourself: I’m always try to find the good in everyone 42. Piercings: Just my ears 43. Bloodtype: A+ HEY TIFF YOU CAN DONATE YOUR BLOOD TO DOKYEOM IF HE EVER NEEDS IT :D  44. Nickname: Radish. 45. Relationship status: Facebook says I’m married 46. Zodiac: Pisces  47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Parks and Recreation, Dance Academy, TWD, iZombie 49. Tattoos: Two—left wrist says “Lumos” and the right wrist says “Nox.” I’m getting another one soon 50. Right or left hand: Right handed 51. Surgery: I had my ears drained and my tonsels removed when I was 5 52. Hair dyed in different color: The bottom half of my hair, yes 53. Sport: Professional eating? 55. Vacation: Lord idk I just want to travel 56. Pair of trainers: What?

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating Currently: Nothing :( 58. Drinking currently: Water 59. I’m about to: Answer the rest of these questions 61. Waiting for: 4 pm and death 62. Want: SLEEP 63. Get married: Facebook says I’m married 64. Career: To be determined

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: B O T H 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes are seeing. Lips are for talking and making out 67. Shorter or taller: Depends 68. Older or younger:DEPENDS 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice butt 71. Sensitive or loud:Huh? 72. Hook up or relationship:Depends, but relationships 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Depends on how much tequila I’ve drank

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Yes 75. Drank hard liquor: heh... lol yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I haven’t been able to find my glasses in two years 77. Turned someone down: A lot more than most people believe 78. Sex in the first date: I usually do that on the second or third date 79. Broken someone’s heart: Yes, especially if you listen to my mother 80. Had your heart broken: Yes 81. Been arrested: Not yet but I can’t make promises 82. Cried when someone died: Kind of? I don’t really know how to answer this. 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Depends 85. Miracles: I believe in science 86. Love at first sight: Yes 87. Santa Claus: SANTA IS REAL 88. Kiss on the first date: Hell yeah??? 89. Angels:Jeonghan

OTHER:

90. Current best friends’ names: Amie and Jojo 91. Eyecolor: brown/green/hazel mix 92. Favorite movie: Just My Luck

[cutiecrates]

Cutie Reviews: Kawaii Box August 19

It’s time for another Kawaii Box review! I meant to do this one at least a couple of days ago, but it felt like every time I was about to work on it something else came up. But I’m here and ready!

Word of the month: Gakkou - School

“Everything you need to hit the books in kawaii style!“

Shimmery Mt. Fuji Pen & Donut Bunny Pen

I usually don’t start with the pens, but sometimes it can be fun to shake things up. So to start off a brand new school year, we’re lucky enough to get 2 adorable pens instead of just one~

One pen features a vibrant pastel bunny-shaped donut on top of the cap and blue ink. These come in a variety of colors- and despite how I feel about yellow, I still think this is pretty cute. The ink is blue which is quite unusual as we usually only get black ink. It’s a fine tip and it writes wonderfully and appears to only smear a small amount if you use a lot of it in one spot or thickly applied it and don’t give it a moment to dry. You can also remove the bunny donut and put it on other pens or pencils, or the “pen butt“ rather than the lid.

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Meanwhile, our other pen is a pretty and sleek, clear tube in comparison to the vibrant plastic-ness of the other one. These are also available in several colors, each topped with a clear water-filled Mt. Fuji filled with shiny stars and a decorative flower. This one is also fine tipped but has typical black ink, and it works the exact same as the other.

Honestly either pen would be nice to have :3 they’re both cute in different ways but they both also have a problem that bugs me. The fact the pen caps can’t be put onto the back of the pen. It’s not a deal breaker or anything, but its a little inconvenient.

Lollipop Highlighter Set

Besides our fun pens, we also have a set of cute highlighters- another semi-essential item for school. It seems like if you don’t buy them then you end up needing them, but then when you do buy them you probably never use them. But it doesn’t hurt to keep some on hand, and because they come in a little pouch they’ll be easy to locate. 

The highlighter is in the rounded base of the lollipop, and these are unscented.

The highlighters work well. I thought the awkward shape would make them difficult to use, and it did a very little bit, but they weren’t impossible to use. I’m a little disappointed they weren’t scented though, because as lollipops I think it would have been cute.

Shibanban Sticky Notes & Nekoni Mini Puffy Stickers

These next two items were a variety and somehow I got 2 sets of doggies. Our first is a 50-sheet set of doggy themed pieces of paper. The booklet says they are sticky notes, but this is more like a notepad. They’re not sticky at all. But its still useful as a notepad, and its double-sided; the front has these cute doggies print on it while the back has rows of lines.

There was a variety of dog designs from the brand Shibanban, and I think I got a cute one just in time for cooler weather~

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Our next item is also dog themed (in my case), a set of small, adorable puffy stickers by the brand Nekoni. The irony of seeing dogs on anything with the word neko in it always gets me; for anyone unfamiliar, Neko means cat.

This sheet consists of 24, 3-sets of stickers :3 the doggies are so CUTE! Cat person or not, I can still appreciate an adorable puppy- and these pups are beyond adorable! As much as I dislike repetitive stickers, I think I actually prefer it here because I’m more likely to use them due to the repetition. The stickers are slightly softened and squishy.

Kawaii Dessert Erasers

Next up is an adorable set of erasers x3 my elementary self who collected erasers fell in love with these, and my teenager self who collected those dessert puzzle erasers adores the plate they came on!

These erasers are available in a few varieties and colors, each ranging from sweet snacks to drink, cakes, and other desserts. I look at my set and it screams creamy, with the exception of the heart, which I think is supposed to be a box of chocolate? It might be a cake though. I like how they all seem to have some little details in common too, rather than being a whole mish-mash of random colors, which tend to make some things look cheap.

They feel very smooth, almost plastic like. But they seem to work well and didn’t give me any problems. If you like erasers as much as I do (and have some pencils or erasable tools) I’d recommend picking up a set on the Blippo.com website.

Fluffy Bunny Dancing Ears Hat

This is another item perfect to cooler weather, it’s very fluffy to help keep the head warm, and when you squeeze the bottom of the ears, they pop up!

I have to admit that despite how cute this is I was a little disappointed to see it. In a box I got some months back prior to this one (I believe it was a Yume Twins), we got this exact same hat. It’s only a coincidence though, and there is good news to this; if something were to happen to the one I now have a replacement, or I could give this one away to someone else.

Morinaga Green Tea BAKE

This next item was a mystery snack, and being the BIG fan of Green Tea I am (sarcasm I’ll have you know) I was dreading this. But I figured if it has Hello Kitty on it I should give it a chance, and I did have these before in a chocolate blend, with mixed opinion. So I figured this could be a win or lose.

SURPRISINGLY I’d actually give this a win! I was very shocked to discover I actually like this. Yes, it does taste like green tea, but it’s also a sweetened and light green tea. It has a lovely soft and crumbly texture too, and the entire pack is only 18kcal.

School Girl Aiko Notebook

Out of everything we got, I feel like a notebook is one of the most essential- next to writing tools anyway. You need something to use them in don’t you :P and this month features an exclusive Kawaii Box/Blippo.com notebook featuring Aiko in a Sailor fuku, or school uniform. She’s surrounded by typical Kawaii Box designs, and the background features a pretty pastel gradient.

The pages are blank design wise, but each features lines and a section on top for the name and date. The book itself is semi-sturdy, but it’s not extremely full. So if you don’t want to use it to take notes, you could just use it as a diary or makeshift planner, drawing pad, vocabulary sheet, etc. It’s very cute, if I was still in school I’d definitely bring it with me!

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 5 out of 5: The items are very basic and typical of what we get in these boxes, so on one hand I was kind of bored with it and wanted to move on. But they’re also very sweet and cute, and practical so I don’t think they’re necessarily bad items.

Theme - 5 out of 5: There’s no way they could have failed this honestly.

Total Rank: 9 out of 10 Cuties. So, basically this box didn’t have a summer theme, which is okay because a lot of people begin school at the end of August or beginning of September- but at the same time, in doing a school theme I was completely bored with the items. A lot of these things we get normally, or on semi-occasion, and for me personally they’re not necessities because I already have so many. When I get a box, I really like the feeling of “ooh, I can’t wait to use this!“ and I didn’t get that.

♥Cutie Scale ♥

1. Mt. Fuji Pen - I’ve always loved liquid-filled items like these, they’re so pretty and a lot of fun to watch.

2. Dessert Erasers - These are very cute and detailed, the only thing I dislike is that after you remove the plastic wrap from them then they won’t stay on the plate. It’s fine if you’ll have it in a stable place, but it kinda loses meaning if you plan to put them in a pouch or something. 

3. Puffy Stickers - These are so cute, I don’t know which I like the most!

4. Donut Bunny Pen - I like how I can put the donut bunny on various other pens or pencil, but I dislike its yellow coloring- and the lid not being very useful is kind of a pain.

5. BAKE snacks - I was extremely surprised with these, they’re probably the only green tea item I ever liked up until now!

6. Aiko Notebook - I have a bunch of these but I do prefer the bigger ones to the much smaller hand-sized ones. They’re easier and can hold a lot more.

7.  Lollipop Highlighters - I’m not sure I’ll use these just yet because I have so many, but it could be fun to make a “highlighter assortment” with the various other ones I have.  

8. Bunny Hat - Only because I have 2 of them now. It’s very snuggly and sweet~

9. Shibanban Notes - They’re kind of cute but the design isn’t my favorite.