all of her other novels are gorgeous too but oh man this book

sugar ❖ sehun (3)

❝I’m not sure what the Boss does, probably nothing, but he’s always the first to come in here and the last to leave. He’s at the last floor and that’s where you’re going❞

admin : - velvet
genre : fluff, smut (in the next chap), pretty huge age gap, kinda daddyish, ceo!sehun, angst

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue

The next morning Mina was at your door, just like any other Saturdays and took with her some pastries and two cups of chocolate with cream. That was usual for the two of you, she always came to your home to spent the weekend, so you gained a little bit of bravery and asked what was pricking in your brain since last night.

Is Sehun really your father?

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Dick Grayson Sentence Starter #1

@avengerdragoness : For sentence starters, how about “What do I have to do around here to get you to kiss me?!” With Dick Grayson (Nightwing) please! Congrats on 500 by the way! You deserve it love ❤️❤️

A/n: I loved writing this one!!! Thank you very much! (Especially for the reblog; my ask box flooded soon after!) I hope you like this!


What do I have to do to around here to get you to kiss me!?” Your boyfriend cried out, sitting across from you in the lounge. Very few team members heard his complaint, and they collectively snickered. Nightwing, their leader, was complaining about his girlfriend who was refusing to kiss him.

You briefly looked over the top of your book to watch him pout, and then went back to reading without a word. You went to the bar with him last night, and in an attempt to make you jealous and riled up, he ended up pissing you off by how much he flirted with the beautiful bartender. You didn’t know if he realized it yet, but you weren’t letting him kiss you until he did.

Nightwing whined, “What did I do?”

You let out an exaggerated yawn as you stood up. With a small stretch, you put your bookmark in your beloved novel and walked away without a second glance. You were excellent at giving the silent treatment; it was like a mini superpower. You were one of those people who can easily intimidate, convince, and manipulate others in your favor. You never did that for bad intentions, of course.

Nightwing just sighed and went the opposite way and into the Mission room, where Barbara, M’gann, and Cassie were chatting. He might as well ask them to see if they knew, or for some advice.

The ladies chuckled when they saw his forlorn expression. “Sounds like someone is starved for affection.” Barbara teased.

“I don’t know what I did!” Nightwing ignored her jab. “I have no idea why she’s giving me the silent treatment.”

“Well,” Cassie thought up a question. “What did you two do last night?”

Barbara wouldn’t have been surprised by a vulgar answer, but Nightwing didn’t give one. “We went on a date to a bar last night-”

“You’re too young to drink; why were you at a bar!?”

“We ordered food, not alcohol!” He exclaimed. “Anyway, we were sitting on our bar stools and the bartender asked for- Oh.” Nightwing suddenly paled. “Oh no. I see now… Shit.”

M’gann narrowed her eyes and pondered for only a few seconds. “You did not.”

“I did…” He put a hand over his face and groaned into it.

Cassie frowned in confusion. “Did what?”

“He flirted with the bartender to make (Y/n) jealous, but it didn’t work, did it?” Barbara glared and crossed her arms. “I didn’t think you could be so dense. What possessed you to think that would’ve worked? At what point in time did you think it would be funny to make your girlfriend jealous?” She scolded Nightwing with no mercy.

Nightwing felt horrible. “I have to go apologize…” He realized how much of a horrible decision it was and he wanted to whack himself for it.

“My guess is that she’s in the workout room. She goes there to cool off; better to punch the hell out of a punching bag instead of you.”


The punching bag was taking quite the beating as you punched it over and over. Dick still didn’t know what he did wrong, and that made you angry. He didn’t know how much it hurt you to see him flirting with another woman; she was gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

With every punch, the chain holding it up got weaker and weaker, until it finally snapped and the bag flew to the floor. It broke open and the sand inside made a huge mess.

“You’re supposed to train with those, not destroy them.” Nightwing called out to you as he leaned on the wall.

You glared at him for a split second before preparing to clean up the sand. You didn’t want to speak with him until he apologized, and at this rate, it seemed like it would be a while.

Before you could leave, Nightwing grabbed your forearm and pulled you to his chest. “(Y/n), look at me.” He said and tried to make eye contact with you. When you wouldn’t comply, he gently put his hands on your cheeks to get you to look at him. “I’m sorry. For flirting with the bartender.”

You grunted in distaste. “At least you now know what you did. If your goal was to make me upset, then you might as well go back to the bar to celebrate your success.” You wiggled out of his grip and simmered in your annoyance.

“I was trying to make you jealous, but it definitely didn’t turn out the way I thought it would. I’m sorry babe, I really am.” Nightwing looked horribly guilty, and that made you feel a little more forgiving. “Remember how jealous you used to get when we were younger? I thought it was pretty cute.”

Your rolled your eyes, but your lips formed into a small grin. “That was before we were dating; I didn’t think I would have a reason to be jealous anymore.”

Suddenly, Nightwing grabbed one of your hands, twirled you, and dipped you all in one move. With his face right in front of yours, he said, “And you don’t. So how about that kiss I’ve been waiting for all morning?” His smirk was irresistible, his cologne was enticing, and you can just feel how his eyes stared at you as if you were a goddess.

With a quiet giggle, you gave him a quick and simple peck on this lips, but he was far from satisfied. “Tell me one reason to give you more than that.”

“I’m sorry,” He kissed your left cheek. “I love you,” He kissed your right cheek. “And you are the most beautiful, amazing woman I have ever met.” He ended with a cute kiss on the tip of your nose, and you could feel the love in all three of the small gestures.

“Good enough.” You chuckled and kissed him fully.

You always fell in love with this man all over again, and Nightwing never failed to love you with every essence of his being.

Lost Love Letters to STARZ ✍🏼

Cathleen Kucz recently submitted a letter to STARZ “Lost Love Letter” campaign. I felt compelled to resend it to them followed with a note by me.

Hello! Thank you for providing the opportunity for fans of Outlander to share their stories! I am pleased and excited to share mine with you!
My letter is probably not what you would expect to receive with the subject of your invitation, but I hope you will receive it and read it in the spirit it is given — it is sincere, genuine, and hopeful.
I am a 60 year old woman. I believe I am quite representative of the demographic that constitutes the Outlander fandom — female, between the ages of 30-70+, grounded, intelligent, accomplished, and self-confident. Very interested in entertainment that stimulates and challenges my MIND as well as my HEART, and eager to share that which is important to me with friends, family, and acquaintances alike. Like many fans, I have read all 8 novels (more than once!) and I am eagerly awaiting book 9! In my estimation, Outlander is THE BEST TELEVISION SHOW I HAVE HAD THE PLEASURE TO ENJOY (and to be addicted to and obsessed with!) IN THE ENTIRETY OF MY ADULT-VIEWING LIFE. I applaud you, STARZ, for having the vision and insight to bring Outlander to the screen!
However, I must be truthful in confessing that I have been deeply frustrated in the run-up to the premiere of Season 3. I feel your PR department has lost sight of just WHO your audience is! You are missing the boat (pun intended!) and failing to CAPITALIZE ‘on the fandom YOU DO HAVE in a seemingly fractured attempt to garner more people into the fandom. While I understand there is always potential to increase your viewership and subscription numbers, I don’t believe that you have to necessarily find a new avenue to do that.
Has your PR department asked FANS to tell them WHY they love Outlander? Does PR realize that it has an untapped, enormous, dedicated, and devoted base from which to mine material to push the show, the actors, your network?
At times I feel that STARZ is somewhat … oh, I’m not quite sure … chagrined? Embarrassed? Very dismissive of the fact that they have a female-centric fan base? Is this actually seen as a problem or weakness, rather than the strength it is?
Women comprise the majority of your audience and the fan base because we recognize and celebrate the deep, enduring, heart-and-soul connection between Claire and Jamie — a married couple who remain devoted to one another through extremely challenging and life-altering circumstances!
As a fan, I feel disrespected, demeaned, and frustrated by the direction your promotion of my beloved show has taken of late. I sometimes wonder, do you envision the majority of the Outlander fandom as besotted women who lust after the fictional character of Jamie Fraser? Women who lust after Sam Heughan? Is this the narrative you seek to push? Jamie/Sam as the hunky, sexy, manly-man who makes all women weak in the knees? Because if this does enter your decision-making, I must say that I find that to be an extremely misogynistic and emotionally-stunted viewpoint! Yes, Sam Heughan is gorgeous and sexy and an immensely talented actor! He IS Jamie Fraser! But to assume that women are drawn to Outlander solely because Sam/Jamie is “THE KING OF MEN” and the “JAMIE FRASER” of our fantasies is demeaning and shallow and, quite frankly, very maddening. What about Caitriona Balfe? Remember her? The beautiful, sexy, and immensely talented actress? Her portrayal of the bold, confident, intelligent, brutally honest, and empowered Claire is the perfect complement to the loyal, determined, strong-willed, intelligent, and emotionally mature Jamie. I am confident that I am but one of millions of fans who believe that NO ACTORS other than Caitriona and Sam could so masterfully inhabit and embody the characters of Claire and Jamie Fraser!
Fans LOVE Outlander, they are wholly devoted to Outlander — and they love and are devoted to the two lead actors! Would you like to know the reason? It is primarily because we so seldom see this type of relationship on our TVs, or in/on any other medium — the depiction, celebration, revelation, and elevation of a partnership/marriage/romantic-sensual-erotic relationship that CONNECTS with the lived experiences of the audience/fans! We KNOW how transformative and heart-expanding and soul-fulfilling it is to blessed with such a relationship because we HAVE such a relationship with a significant other/partner, or we HAD such a relationship in the past, or we are endeavoring to achieve this type of relationship and commitment!
I want to respectfully and truthfully inform STARZ that fans “hang in there” not because of how you market Outlander and Sam and Caitriona, BUT IN SPITE OF IT!
Please, please, please STARZ — listen to my story of a love I hope never to lose! Please value your fan base and seek input from us — we are a treasure-trove of information and ideas and suggestions!
In parting, I would like to leave you with three suggestions I feel you might find helpful moving forward:
1. Please do more to promote the friendship/partnership and the obvious and genuine love and bond that exists between Caitriona and Sam! This is an untapped treasure! Fans won’t turn away, thinking they “have no chance” with hunky Sam or sexy Caitriona! Fans LOVE the closeness, sense of ease, and respect shared by these two lovely people — and the flirty times between them, too! Capitalize on it!!!!!
2. Consider that, with the coming of Season 4 (and hopefully 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9!) you have an entirely new and different group of fans to capture and add to the existing fandom: history buffs, those interested in life in early America as our democracy was forming, and those who are interested in the history of the American Revolutionary War! Market to them too!
3. Caitriona and Sam are both patrons of charities that raise awareness and funds for foundations that fight to eradicate cancer. This is truly admirable and inspirational! Not many “celebrities” actually do the “work on the ground” to promote and benefit these types of essential charities — most seem to feel that “lending their name/face” to the cause is enough. Not our Sam and Caitriona!!! THEY WALK THE TALK! They take us with them as they travel the world to make a difference! Is it any wonder that fans have so completely embraced their giving nature and support their charities??? No, it is not. We are inspired by their selflessness and love and global vision! We support them and their endeavors to make this world a better, safer, healthier place. I believe that STARZ as a brand and studio would benefit immeasurably by acknowledging, promoting, and partnering with Caitriona and Sam in these beautiful, meaningful, and absolutely essential acts of charity and goodwill!
Whew! I’ve come to the end of my love story. Thank you for taking the time to read my message. I hope that in some small way I have given you food for thought. Outlander is a once-in-a-lifetime show that is meaningful and inspirational! It grabs its audience and has the potential to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in viewers’ lives — and in a society/industry that is all too often bent on quick fixes, short spurts of attention and even shorter terms of commitment, and fickle viewing habits — Outlander is a jewel and rarity in the entertainment industry! This lovely show, and Caitriona Balfe, and Sam Heughan, and the amazing supporting cast/dedicated and professional crew/ writers/producers/directors/costumers/set designers/show-runners and artisans deserve nothing less than the most careful, intelligent, meaningful, and loving shepherding and promotion!

Sincerely and lovingly submitted,

Cathleen Kucz

And, now for my note: ✍🏼
STARZ, you have squandered valuable treasure because you have forgotten that age and gender do not affect the numbers. They just are what they are.
I hope these words from Cathleen Kucz do not just end up being one of your “Lost Love Letters”.
There are thousands of us who are like minded fans, male, female, young and old, who love Outlander. We know how to support STARZ programming, but we also know how to walk away. Your PR is so poorly conducted and so many games have been played that many have already exited the fandom and show.
I hope we will see you show more respect for your actors and fans in the future.

aladyinblue  asked:

Can I ask for book recs? You've said before your reading is seasonal (which I find fascinating as it had never occurred to me it could be) and I'm quite curious to see what are summer reads for you. For most people summer reads are light and a no brainer, yet you said Brideshead revisited is meant to be read on summer. So, please, enlighten me because I wanna jump in the wagon of seasonal reading.

I’d be delighted!!!! Yes please let’s spread my eccentricities around the populace!

So for starters, not every book has a season, and some books belong to seasons for different reasons than others. Brideshead Revisited, for instance, would be a summer book for the same reason that one of the songs from Adrian Johnson’s score for the 2008 film is called ‘Always Summer’ — it’s to do with mood and theme and thoughts and the best season for feeling certain feelings.

A much clearer selection process is simply where the thing takes place. It’s environment matching — if it’s warm outside, I want to be reading things where the characters are also someplace warm. But interestingly, often the settings seem to sorta self-select for books that also match onto my ~seasonal mood~ pretty well! Fall books end up having a sort of classic quality, a combination of a good old fashioned haunting and that back-to-school feeling of a crisp October day. Spring, it turns out, is lyrical and shifting, books with a blossoming, intricate manner of storytelling. Winter we haven’t done yet — ask me again in winter! — and summer… summer might be flying and mirage.

Summer Reads

Category 1: The Only Way We Can Talk About The War Is With Magical Realism (one of my favorite genres of all time)

The English Patient - Ondaatje, Michael
If you are only familiar with this as the movie with Ralph Fiennes, let me change your world: there was a novel first, and holy heck is it a whole other and wondrous thing. This is one of my very, very favorite books. It is GORGEOUS. It is strange. There’s layered narration, unreliable narration, skips in time and place, but the novel is anchored in its characters, who form something of a contemplative quartet: a Canadian Army nurse, her mysterious and badly burned patient, a Sikh British army sapper, and a thief named Caravaggio, all sheltering together in an abandoned Italian villa during the last months of WWII.

Corelli’s Mandolin - de Bernières, Louis
This was a typically flawless recommendation from Mr. Dorman, my high school English teacher who shows up on this blog from time to time. It takes place on a Greek island during WWII, and is just rich in history and personalities and feeling. It’s transporting — brilliantly written, so funny, and I think I might have cried for about 50 pages near the end. It also has a quartet of fabulous characters: the oddball doctor who is trying to write a history of the island, his bright and educated daughter, the charming musician Captain Corelli, and an Italian soldier named Carlo who is like an Ancient Greek tragedy brought to life.

Catch-22 - Heller, Joseph
Honestly has anything in literature ever been as good as what Heller did with Snowden. Can anything even touch that. Merely for that piece alone this would probably be the greatest novel ever written. Listen, Catch-22 is a masterpiece. It will harrow you to the bone, it will make you wail in anguished frustration, and it will make you laugh and laugh and laugh, unto the ending of the world. Most simply it is about a squadron of Army pilots trying to survive WWII. More broadly it is about trauma and humanity. Oh and our main character is a Middle-Eastern American, and here are the very first lines of the novel, also one of the true greats of our time: “It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.”

Category 2: Memoirs of Pilots Flying Over Deserts During the Golden Age of Aviation

Wind, Sand and Stars - de Saint-Exupéry, Antoine
Yes, this is the memoir of the author of A Little Prince, a real life aviator who flew mail across the African Sahara and South American Andes. He tells stories about flying and friendship and muses on life, and it is all just breakingly beautiful. A sample line: “When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of night sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars.”

West With the Night - Markham, Beryl
I have extolled the virtues of BERYL MARKHAM and her fabulous memoirs before — those facts stand. I will add though, for both her and de Saint-Exupéry, that while they have such sincere fondness and respect for their African friends and colleagues, they do occasionally write about them in a way that feels out-dated and out-of-touch. There is an air of the “noble savage” in some of their stories, which is a hoary old problem that often plagued well-meaning white writers of their time. So, a heads up for that.

Category 3: The Americans

The Great Gatsby - Fitzgerald, F. Scott
If you have not reread The Great Gatsby since high school, I can sincerely recommend doing so, and in the height of summer if possible. Quoting myself from my Baz Luhrmann 4th of July last year, Gatsby is the great American daydream: fabulously indulgent, ironic, biting, somehow gaudy and gauzy at once, hilarious, inadvertent, morbid, and hiding at its core an embarrassing sentimentality, which it will try to drown in champagne and pools as soon as you’ve seen it. 

The Talented Mr. Ripley - Highsmith, Patricia
This is probably the wellntruly equivalent of a vacation read, if your vacation is in Italy and the shadows cast by the sun are a touch too dark and something about the way the condensation traces paths down your Campari & soda feels unaccountable sinister, and you’re cool with it.

A Good Man Is Hard To Find (short story collection) - O’Connor, Flannery
Southern Gothic time, little ones! You’ve seen the “[blank] gothic” posts on this website before, and here’s what 99% of them miss: not just what is dark and twisted in the environment, but what is dark and twisted in the hearts of the people. Southern Gothic is social commentary, and Southern Gothic is fucked up, and the undisputed queen of the genre is Flannery O’Connor. These are stories that will stay with you long after you’ve retreated from their dusty, sweltering heat.

Slouching Towards Bethlehem - Didion, Joan
We’re breaking into journalism here with a collection of essays by the inimitable — although god knows we all try — Joan Didion. If you are at all interested in California, or the 1960s, or the craft of writing, you can do no better than Joan Didion. Joan Didion! I just want to repeat her name like an hosanna. Here you can read her on the Santa Ana right now.

The Aristocrat-Michael Gray Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: none just fluff

Originally posted by fibu

  “Never thought that I’d be givin’ a speech at Michael’s weddin’ nor did I think that he’d convince a girl as lovely as Y/N to marry ‘im,” Tommy began.

   All the guests in the reception hall of the castle chuckled, including the bride. Y/N covered her mouth with her hand daintily, as she had been trained her entire life to do. Michael, on the other hand, rolled his eyes but smirked at the best man.

   “But to be serious, none of us could be happier for Michael and Y/N. She’s made him into a better man—-to be stronger and more thoughtful. Many men think that once they get married their lives are over and they’re tied down. That’s not the case; if it’s the right person, then life is just beginning.” Tommy lifted his champagne glass in Michael and Y/N’s direction. “With that being said, a toast to the happy couple.”

   The expensive champagne only added to Y/N’s elatedness. Surpisingly, she hadn’t had any second thoughts or wedding day jitters as her mother claimed she would. Y/N was positive of only a few things: Pablo Picasso was a genius, white is only appropriate in the summertime outside of weddings, and she was terribly in love with Michael Gray. For the past twenty four years, Y/N had no idea that she was capable of loving someone so much—-the closest she ever came was for her two dogs. But Michael was different, sweet but tough and one of the smartest people Y/N had the pleasure of meeting. 

   “How much longer do we have here?” Michael asked as he kissed Y/N’s cheek.

  “What? You don’t like having our families fawn over us for four hours?” Y/N teased.

   After Y/N accepted Michael’s proposal, she warned him about how elaborate aristocratic events were, especially weddings. She’d had to convince her mom not to do a four day affair but rather three. There were several hundred guests in attendance, including several members of Parliament and different European monarchs, and they all had to be impressed. There were centerpieces consisting of blush roses and geraniums set on every guest’s table at the reception. Crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, casting a beautiful golden light over the guests. The food was the most decadent in all of England: a choice of lamb chops, lobster and potatoes, filet mignon and asparagus and creme brulee or chocolate mousse for dessert if they didn’t want any of the y/f/c cake. The wedding was going to be the event of the season.

   “I would get more food, but I’m stuffed,” Irene, Y/N’s best friend and maid of honor, whispered as she leaned towards Y/N.

   “I told you that no one would leave this affair hungry,” Y/N muttered back. 

   Irene and Y/N had known each other practically their whole lives. Irene’s mother had been Y/N’s French tutor and often Irene would come to the humble castle that Y/N called home and they would practice French together. Two years ago, Irene left Lancaster to go to Birmingham for work even though Y/N insisted that she could get her friend a job. But Irene also longed to get out of Lancaster and see what else England had to offer. Y/N was incredibly comfortable in Lancaster, seeing as she was the baroness of it, and never felt the need to leave it. Sure, she’d traveled to Paris, Nice, Milan, Dublin, London, and Glasgow but those were always short term visits she made with her parents. For months, Y/N and Irene wrote each other until Irene convinced Y/N to visit her that past summer. Y/N’s mother frowned upon Small Heath as soon as Y/N told her about her wish to visit Irene. However, Y/N managed to convince her that nothing grand would happen if she visited her friend.

   How wrong she was. 

  Y/N met Michael on her first night in Small Heath. Irene worked as a secretary for Thomas Shelby and insisted that they go to the Garrison. 

  “It’ll be a right laugh, Y/N, I promise!” Irene had pleaded.

  She had been wearing a sapphire blue flapper dress, light stockings, and shiny silver heels. A feathered headband was in her bobbed hair and she had a pleading look in her eyes.

  “If it’s cleaner than the rest of this town, I suppose it is alright.”
  Y/N couldn’t help but be curious about pubs seeing as she’d never been in one. Her mother always told her that pubs were for “randy men and prostitutes”. Well, Irene was hardly a prostitute and she seemed to enjoy the Garrison. It was a bit exciting to be rebellious since Y/N had always been a stickler for rules and being proper in any situation.

   Minutes later, Y/N was walking down the street with Irene, wearing a beaded silver dress with matching heels. The streets smelled like rubbish and tobacco and a few men yelled unsavory things at them that made Y/N blush.

   “Goodness!” Y/N muttered to Irene.

   “What, you’ve never been cat called before, Your Highness?” Irene teased. 

   “No, can’t say that I have.” Y/N paused. “Peasant.”

   Irene gasped and playfully smacked Y/N’s arm. “I am by no means a peasant, Mi’lady.”

   “Then stop calling me by these titles, I’m just Y/N tonight.”

   “Very well then. You should know something about the Shelbys as well as the other men who are going to be in this bar.”

   “They’ll be several sheets to the wind, I know.” 

   “It’s not that, I never exactly told you what they do.”

   “They don’t just keep books and run factories, then?” 

   Irene shook her head and they slowed their pace to the Garrison. “They do, but that’s only for show. The Shelbys are involved in transporting alcohol to America and other illegal activity.”

   Y/N nodded as the realization dawned on her. “You work for gangsters. How long have you known?”

   “A little over a year now,” Irene said. “I overheard one of the meetings Tommy was having with this big Jewish fellow and there was talk of guns and men. It wasn’t hard after that.”

  Y/N nodded again. “Thank you for tellin’ me.”

 “Do you still want to go because we can go to a different pub.”

  “Nonsense,” Y/N said with a smile, “I’ve never been around gangsters before.”

  Her father always said that Y/N’s curiosity would kill her one day and Irene always agreed with the sentiment. While Irene was fine with change for logical reasons, Y/N had a tendency of pushing the envelope whether it be finding out how long she could stand on a horse’s back while it trotted or getting too close to a tiger. On the other hand, it was this curiosity that led her to meet Michael.

   Almost as soon as they walked into the pub, Y/N was suffocated by tobacco smoke and the smell of whiskey. The music was loud and only a few flappers were dancing with the men in suits. It was a whole new world to Y/N and she was more than happy to observe it. Irene pulled Y/N to the bar and ordered something, but Y/N couldn’t hear it. She sat down on the stool next to Irene and fidgeted with her pretty clutch.

   “Oi, their drinks are on me,” Michael had said from behind her.

   Irene had rolled her eyes. “Michael actin’ like a proper gent, what a surprise?” 

   Y/N had laughed before turning around. When she saw Michael, she stopped laughing and straightened up. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit with a red handkerchief in the pocket. His light eyes were trained on her and he had an easy smile on his face. 

   “And who is this?” Michael had asked.

   “Y/N, I’m a friend on Irene’s.” She held her hand out daintily towards him.

   Michael grasped it and gently kissed the knuckles, making little electric shocks run up and down Y/N’s arm. She smiled at him as he let her pull away. “Pleasure to meet you.”

   “Irene has friends?” A tall black boy sidled next to Irene with the biggest smirk on his face.  

  “Oh, sod off, Isaiah!” Irene had hissed.

  The bartender handed Irene two whiskeys and she handed one to Y/N, who stared at it in confusion.

  “Never had whiskey before?” Michael had asked.

  “No, closest I’ve had to it is scotch, I suppose,” Y/N said.

  “Posh,” he’d said.

  Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?” 

  “Not at all.”

   The whiskey burned down Y/N’s throat but she did her best not to cough in front of Michael. They wound up talking the whole night and dancing to several songs. She learned quickly that he, Isaiah, and Irene worked together but Michael had a higher ranking position than Irene and Isaiah did. If Michael was a gangster, he certainly didn’t act like it that first night. He behaved like a complete gentlemen but there was certain toughness to him that Y/N guessed he would need if he was a gangster.

   That night, Michael walked Y/N home since Irene had disappeared with Isaiah. The streets were practically deserted but there was still some noise here and there.

   “I can’t believe you’ve never been to a pub before,” Michael had said.

   “Never got the chance to back home, had other things to concern myself with.”

   “Where are you from?”


   Michael whistled. “Very posh. Thought Irene was a bit posh when we first met but Birmingham’s changed her a bit.”

  “Yes, definitely. Then again, she never had to be as proper as me.”

  “Why’s that?”

  Y/N hesitated. “Because I’m a lady.”

  “A proper one?”

  “Yes, baroness of Lancaster. I hope this doesn’t change what you think of me.”

  “No, not at all, but I would’ve guessed you were a princess.”

  “Stop.” Y/N grinned and squeezed his arm.

  “I suppose since we’re being honest with each other, I should tell you what I actually do for the company,” Michael said.

  “There’s no need, Irene already told me.”

   Michael’s eyes widened. “Wouldn’t your family frown upon you getting involved with someone like me?”

   “I didn’t know I was getting involved with someone like you.” 

   “Well, you would be if you accepted my invitation to tea.”

   He was so confident that it was almost sickening and Y/N liked that about him. She accepted his invitation and tea turned into drinks which then turned into the pictures and eventually, Michael asked Y/N to properly meet his family.

  “Mum’s been talkin’ my ear off about meetin’ ya,” Michael had said as they walked together once.

  “I must say I would love to meet her and the rest of your family.”

  Michael had told the family of Y/N’s aristocratic background and they were on their best behavior, mostly. Polly had made up everything nice at her house and made tea. Everyone was so lovely that Y/N couldn’t believe that they were gangsters. Tommy and Arthur, Y/N could believe, but not the rest. Perhaps all criminals weren’t as bad as the papers made them out to be.

  That summer went by quickly and Y/N was almost depressed when she had to go home. She never felt so bad about going back to Lancaster but it hurt that she couldn’t take Michael back with her.

  “You sure you can’t stay here?” Michael had asked at the train station.

  “I’m positive. My duties as a baroness have been on hold for far too long,” she’d said with a sad smile. “I’m going to miss you terribly.”

  “I’ll miss you as well.”

  Michael hugged her tightly and Y/N could feel hot tears of sadness burning in her eyes. She wished she could take Michael with her but he had his own business to take care of.

  She pulled away and delicately kissed him, only to have him hold her face and intensify it. Once he let her go, she looked down in bashfulness.

  “We shouldn’t be doing that in public, it’s not proper.”

  “Whoever doesn’t like this can sod off,” Michael said. He grabbed her hands and made her look at him. “Marry me.”


  “I wanted it to be more proper and I had a ring in mind, but I can’t wait any longer. I love you more than I thought I could love anyone else. If I didn’t ask you now, some fancy bloke would have stolen you from me.”

  Y/N couldn’t stop the smile that spread on her mouth. “I love you too, Michael. No one could steal me away from you. I’d love to marry you.”

   Now, Y/N’s parents were beaming at the fact that Y/N had married a respectable young businessman. Michael and Tommy did a great job in helping Y/N convince her parents that the Shelby Company Limited was a legitimate legal business. Her parents knew that the Shelbys were once gypsies but they covered that up quickly once they realized that Y/N was much too in love to care about that kind of thing.

   The only person who was as happy as Y/N’s parents was Polly. She treated Y/N like another daughter and made sure that she was alright throughout the whole day. Polly even went as far as to sneak into Y/N dressing room before the wedding to tell her that she was the best thing that Polly could have asked for her son. It was sweet and nearly made Y/N cry off all her makeup, but Polly managed to calm her down before she had to walk down the aisle.

   After another hour of drunken speeches, dancing, and titilating conversation, Y/N and Michael were seen off to their honeymoon. Y/N kissed Irene’s cheek and hugged her tight while Michael accepted even more congratulations from his cousins and family. 

   When they got in the car and started driving off, Y/N sighed. It felt like a huge weight was off her shoulders. 

   “We did it, we’re married,” Y/N said.

   “Yeah, and I’ve finally got you all to myself.” Michael grabbed Y/N’s face and kissed her.

    She smiled as she let herself melt against Michael’s strong body. They hadn’t been able to be really affectionate with each other for the past three days since it was inappropriate to do such things in front of an audience. All that pent up energy was presenting itself as Michael pressed Y/N against the door of the car, kissing her and allowing his hands to roam her body.

   “Michael,” she muttered as one of his hands began to trail up her leg. “The driver.”

   “He has to keep his eyes on the road,” Michael said before descending onto Y/N’s neck.

   Y/N bit in a moan and pressed her hands against his chest. “We’ll be on the train soon enough.”
   Michael groaned and pulled away reluctantly. “Why do you have to torture me?”

   “Good things come to those who wait, dear.” 

   And they did, several times in their suite in Florence and many more times when they got back to their place in London. The first few months of marriage were complete bliss: Michael would surprise Y/N with flowers, Y/N cooked for Michael, and they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of each other. It was everything anyone wants in a marriage. 

   However, the blissfulness stopped when Y/N received a letter from her mother one evening.

  “What’s it say?” Michael asked. 

   Y/N sighed. “My Uncle Edward has died of cardiac issues.”
  “I’m sorry,” Michael said. 

   Y/N’s eyes scanned the page. “And my father is being named earl because my uncle had no children.”
   “What does that make you?”

   Y/N set the paper down on the table. “Our proper titles are duke and duchess, but I will be a lady.” 

   “And what does that make me? A duke?”

   “Yes, but everyone will refer to you by ‘Your Grace’.”

   Michael raised an eyebrow. “I thought that the titles went lower when you marry a commoner.”

  “It is not a grand issue seeing that I was a baroness.” Y/N grinned at Michael. “Congratulations, Michael, you are officially a part of the British monarchy.”

  They had to go to Lancaster for the funeral and for Y/N’s father’s instatement as Earl of Lancaster and her mother’s instatement of Countess of Lancaster. Y/N and Michael were formally made Duke and Duchess of Lancaster as well. 

  When Michael returned to work the following day, he didn’t hear the end of it.

  “Can I get you some tea, Your Grace?” Lizzie asked with a snicker.

  “No thanks, ‘m fine,” Michael griped as he tried to go over the papers in his grasp. 

   “Stop botherin’ His Grace, Lizzie, he’s got important work to do!” John teased as he leaned against the doorway. 

   They both shared a laugh as Michael silently cursed them in his mind. 

   “I wouldn’t keep that up if I were you,” Tommy said as he passed them. “He technically has the authority to have you all hung.”

   “He wouldn’t do that though, would you, Michael?” John asked.

   Michael shrugged. “I’d be less inclined if you lot let me do my work.”

   John and Lizzie went off to do their respective jobs and Michael grinned to himself. Being a duke was going to be a lot of fun. 

Hide and Seek (Part One)

Hey everyone! I thought it was about time to put some use to this blog and write something. So, as inspired by @mywritingsblog ‘s ‘Amends’ I decided to write a little something about my faves Tom and Seb. I hope you guys enjoy it, it’s my first Marvel fic and I’ve probably done a really crappy job but everyone needs to start somewhere, right?


Y/N meets wealthy photographer Tom Hiddleston and becomes hugely infatuated with him and his charm. She lets him whisk her away to wonderful places, to meet fascinating people and introduces her to a new, beautiful way of life filled with crisp white bed sheets, ocean view houses, limitless glasses of champagne and pure luxury. But when the money and leisure lands Tom into trouble with some bad people, he panics and leaves Y/N to her own devices. Heartbroken and afraid, she gathers what money she can find and moves to a small apartment complex in Brooklyn, where she meets goofy and sweet bartender Sebastian. Y/N and Seb fall for each other hard and fast, both of them seeing a bright future ahead of them. This is all cut short when Tom finds Y/N, telling her three things. One, he still loves her. Two, he’s still in trouble. Three, now she is too. And so is everyone around her. As well as now having to stay alive, she has to choose between the two men that mean the world to her.

Pairing(s): photographer!Tom x Reader and bartender!Sebastian x Reader.

Warnings? strong language, drinking, smoking, tons of fluff and romantic shit, violence, implied smut.

Requests are open for Marvel characters and actors, btw :)

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To people wondering why Captive Prince is beloved

Alright so I know a lot of people think that captive prince, the book series, is problematic. The whole thing is hotly debated. 

As someone who loves the series fiercely and doesn’t think that it is problematic, I wanted to put in my two cents to the debate… because a lot of people who explain why it is a good series often fall short and don’t really explain adequately in my opinion. If I were someone on the fence that read a lot of the explanations I’ve seen, I wouldn’t be particularly convinced or happy. So I’ll do my best to articulate what I mean.

EDIT: wow this is long. Sorry? 

EDIT EDIT: And in retrospect the only thing I see with Captive Prince that actually does bother me is the lack of female characters. This is very much a male dominated story. But you know what? That’s a pretty small gripe because I’m cool with a boy-focused story. Plus it has an awesome gay power couple as the main characters.

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The Stand-In Part 1

A/N: Hey guys! I’m doing something a little different today by breaking off of my prompt list. This is going to be one of my own stories! It’s an AU inspired by the statement:

She hated blind dates, but little did she know this would be her last one.

This is only the first part so it’s a little slow but I promise the later parts will be better! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Pairing: Firefighter!DeanXReader

Warnings: I don’t think I have any for this part, but maybe some in the future.

Word count: 1546

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She sighs to herself miserably, swirling her straw in her soda absently.

As if to remind her of her suffering, the clock looming in front of her strikes eight.

A whole two hours since the dick that had messaged her was supposed to meet her.

She bites her bottom lip and, not for the first time, checks her messages to make sure that she hadn’t gotten something wrong by accident.

Meet me at six at IHOP? Christian says you like pancakes.

She turns her phone over in her hands, vowing to kick Christian in the dick the next time she sees him.

He had said that this guy was cool, nice, funny even. And tall, with dark hair and light eyes. Serious, with his priorities straight and a good head on his shoulders. A stable nine-to-five job with the means to provide for a woman. The abs and biceps would be an added touch, too.

“Just your type” is what Christian had said he was.

So, albeit reluctantly, she had agreed to a blind date with Lucas. She didn’t like blind dates, in fact she hated them. She insisted that they were a means for an easy kidnapping, but she was in a little part of town that knew her well and would notice her if she went missing.

And Lucas didn’t seem like the type to ruin a blind date. It was a nice name, she had told herself.

But that’s what she said about all the guys Christian set her up with.

That if Christian was a friend, they must not be too bad.

Of course, none of them had ever stood her up, though. Maybe Lucas was too good to be true.

Maybe her ideal man didn’t exist. She didn’t think it was too much to ask, because she had seen a lot of guys who could fit into the category.

Basically, her only requirements were to be taller than her and be a nice person. Didn’t seem like too much to ask, but then Lucas comes to mind.

She looks up when she hears the bell tinkle over the door a few feet away. She feels silly, but she’s looked up every single time it’s rang, hoping against all hope that maybe Lucas would show up with a somewhat decent apology.

The man that holds her gaze is about the only person that she can say for sure isn’t Lucas.

He’s shorter, probably only a few inches taller than her, and he has some tousled brown hair. He isn’t wearing glasses, like she had been told Lucas did, and she hated to judge a book by its cover, but she could say almost with certainty that this guy didn’t have a desk job.

He does have a few qualities that stand out to her, like his bright green eyes or his biceps just peeking out of his tee shirt. What really catches her attention is his legs, covered by a pair of dark wash jeans that just hug his thighs perfectly.

He’s nothing like her type, and yet she finds herself deciding that maybe he’s a type of his own. One of those lucky few that was just gorgeous enough to make her realize that even if he didn’t fit her ideal guy, he was still an ideal guy.

She catches his eye and she knows that he’s just seen her checking him out. His lips curl upwards, and she decides right then that his best asset is that killer smile.

Her cheeks fade pink as he strides to her, her entire assessment taking little over a few seconds.

“You look lonely,” he says confidently, rapping twice on the wooden table. “Mind if I sit?”

“No, go ahead,” she gestures to the booth in front of her that has been empty for a couple of hours.

“You waiting for someone?” he asks, cocking his head to the side slightly.

“I was,” she answers vaguely, hoping that he won’t ask because she doesn’t really feel like explaining it all, especially not to a stranger.

A hot stranger that probably couldn’t care less about her woes.

“Now what asshole in their right mind would think about standing you up?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I dunno, just a friend of a friend,” she shrugs, taking a drink of her soda to occupy herself so that she won’t drool over the fine specimen in front of her.

“How long have you been waiting, Sweetheart?” he asks, ordering a soda from the waitress that stops by.

“Two hours,” she admits quietly, watching his eyebrows raise. She wants to drop the topic before he realizes that something must be wrong for her to have been stood up and have waited so long. “You don’t look like a soda guy.”

“I’m not, usually,” he grins that killer smile, and she has to look away for a moment to calm her nerves. “I prefer a good beer any day. But I’m on call tonight, covering for a friend.”

“That’s nice of you,” she says, looking up as the waitress brings him his soda.

“You gonna eat? I’m starving,” he says, and she feels her cheeks fade slightly pink again.

She isn’t sure if she should just go with it, because she’s lucky as fuck that this gorgeous Adonis would stop and talk to her, much less want to sit and eat dinner with her, but she doesn’t even know his name.

“Sure,” she finally agrees, and he gives her a little smile, not quite as overpowering as the others but still enough to make her stomach lurch.

“I’ll have a tall stack of blueberry pancakes and a side of bacon,” he states to the waitress, who seems happy to have finally received some of his attention.

“Okay, and for the lady?” she asks, maintaining her cheerfulness as if she is barely fazed by this man.

“Um, the red velvet pancakes, nothing else,” she says, knowing that if Lucas hadn’t stood her up that would’ve been her order.

“Awesome, I’ll have that out soon,” the perky waitress states before walking away.

“I don’t even know your name and I’m eating dinner with you,” she tells him, to see if he realizes how this is actually playing out. It’s like a plot from a bad romance novel, and she can’t believe it’s happening.

“Dean,” he offers, winking at her. “But you can call me yours if you want.”

Her mouth opens slightly to release a small sound of disbelief. Did he really just say that to her?

“O-Oh,” she finally manages to stutter out. “Dean, nice to meet you.”

“You don’t have to be so shy,” he states with a half grin. “Just think of it like a blind date, and we’re just meeting each other.”

“A blind date, sure I can do that,” she nods quickly. “I’ve done plenty of those.”

“And you’re still single?” he asks, giving her quick once over. “What’s wrong with you?”

She laughs lightly, taking another drink of her soda to occupy herself. She finally manages to calm her scrambled brain down some.

It’s just a cute guy flirting with her, that’s all.

“Not sure. Maybe it’s because I scared them off with my knowledge of axolotls,” she finally says, sensing a way to turn this conversation to a topic she can actually contribute to.

“To what?” he asks. “You had to have made that up.”

“No! They’re really cute!” she gushes, flipping her phone over to show him her lock screen. “I spent three years researching them working on my masters degree. The filaments on their gills aid them in gas exchange with the environment, and before they were classified as endangered people would eat them.”

“Wow, looks kinda strange,” he states, glancing back up to her. “I can definitely see why all those guys left. They couldn’t date a girl smarter than them.”

“Oh,” she frowns slightly, wondering if he was implying something.

“I meant that in the best way possible,” he says quickly, noticing her sudden closing off. “It’s just that some guys find smart girls intimidating. I think it’s hot. I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”

“Oh,” she says, but she’s definitely more hesitant now. She isn’t sure if it was an honest mistake with his wording or if it was a test to see her reaction to a statement like that.

“Tell me more about these weird little axo… whatevers,” he says with a small smile. “I’d love to hear what you did your research on.”

“Axolotls,” she states quietly, looking up to his deep green eyes. “I’m sure it would just bore you.”

“Not if it’s coming from your pretty lips,” he says with a small smirk. “You seem really into them. Makes me want to know more.”

“About me or about my research?” she asks him, watching him settle back with a smile.

“How about both?” he asks, and just then the waitress brings their food out.

“So, let’s start with the axolotls,” he states, smiling at her as he picked up his fork and knife.

“And then?” she asks, her cheeks darkening at his interest in her work.

“Then we get to you. And I am definitely getting a number when we get there.”


Part 2

Twenty-One: Part Fifteen (the second bit)

Part One | Part Fifteen (the first bit) | Part Fifteen (the second bit) | Part Sixteen |


Here goes.

I take a deep breath and imagine Emilia, stoney faced and miserable sat in her office as she watches the renovation works take place, I remember the promise I made to her that I had a plan, how happy I know she could be if this all works out, and I conjure back the confidence that so often lands me in trouble.

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Thursdays [Part 2]

Our Deal

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A/N: Continuing this is all I’ve been thinking about and since a lot of you have been requesting it too, here’s the second part! Ahh I can’t believe I’m writing again - it makes me very happy and also, thank you for still sticking around and reading my writing! I hope you guys still like all of this despite my hiatus :P

The stubborn voice in your head didn’t want to really admit how ridiculous you felt at the moment. So much so that if anyone caught you and asked you why you were pouting, you would openly deny it. Though you didn’t exactly wear a scowl on your face, just that something was obviously off about you after lunch. Stephanie noticed and Katie certainly sent a raised eyebrow to your way a couple times but you chose to ignore it as you dealt with customers and mixed drinks with a smile. You hadn’t told her a single thing about your encounter with the dashing boy from the magazine cover.

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Stranger in a Crowd

Prompt: Imagine Remy LeBeau (Gambit) seeing you in a crowded street and he just has to meet you.

Word Count: 1782

Warnings: Maybe language? A non gorey fight scene? Other than that it’s pure unadulterated fluff, y’all.

Note: Beta’d by the great @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. Also, this is my first Gambit fic and I REALLY wanted a southern fic lately.

Tags: @munlis @amarvelouswritings


Remy’s POV

Tonight wasn’t as humid as it usually was around Mardi Gras, but my lord, it was warm. The sea of bodies didn’t help a thing, either. My eyes scanned the crowd as I walked, checking for any threats. I hadn’t been bothered in a few weeks, which was nice, so tonight, in celebration of Fat Tuesday, why not have a little game of cards with some poor unsuspecting fellow at a nice watering hole? Of course, the French Quarter was crawling with tourists as beads flew, the smell of alcohol sweeping the streets, the perfume of seafood hitting my nostrils as I walked along, the warm air clinging to my skin like a blanket.

I had to find a good bar, and soon. The sun was setting, casting a handsome pinkish blue into the sky above us, but when the sun sets in New Awlins, lord, you better hold onto your hat here in the French Quarter.

Just as I looked up, I saw her. Her face was…it was like lookin’ into the face of an angel. My word…Her lips, her eyes, her mere presence was piercing. The way her hair swirled as a cool wind whipped through the streets and alleys. I don’t know what it was about her but she was completely captivatin’. Like a siren in the night, I was drawn to this girl.

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afirewiel  asked:

What is your favorite non-Austen period novel? Movie?

Okay I’m gonna do a rundown of all my favourites because making me pick one is just mean. (Also at one point in my notes on the following books and films I just wrote “Bagels” and I can’t for the life of me think what I might have meant or autocorrected that from. Maybe a shopping list started to take form. I don’t know.)

(If the film Miss Austen Regrets and book Longbourn by Jo Baker count as non-Austen then include them.)


Lagaan: Once Upon a Time in India - 2001 (Sports! High stakes! Sticking it to the Colonial Man!)

Mozart’s Sister - 2010 (Beautiful music! Gorgeous androgyny! GIRLS CAST TO PLAY THEIR ACTUAL AGE AND NOT SOME 20-SOMETHING PRETENDING TO BE FOURTEEN!)

Possession - 2002 (I’ve tried the novel, and A.S. Byatt has some beautiful prose but her structures sometimes do my head in, so never finished it. Ignore Paltrow as best you can and enjoy lush Victorian Gothic mystery and the ending is one of the most poignant things I’ve ever been pleasantly surprised with on film, and it leaves you wondering about many, many things…)

Jodhaa Akbar - 2008 (You could put Hrithik Roshan and Aishwarya Rai in the worst commercial ever made and I would watch it. Costumes, scenery, and, as a friend once put it “I’m not sure how they did it, but they just had a sex scene without any sex.” Bravo.)

Water - 2005 (Deepa Mehta is such a fantastic filmmaker and I loved this whole trilogy but Water is my favourite.)

Elizabeth - 1998 & Elizabeth: The Golden Age - 2007 (The costumes! The caMERA ANGLES!!! The compli-fucking-cated mess that is Elizabeth I.)

[Okay Tumblr won’t let me embed any more trailers, but those ones are easy to find, they’re out there.]

Vatel - 2000 (Any foodie who is also a fan of The Sun King and his era will dig this one. A great score, baddie Tim Roth.)

Alternatively, in the same era: A Little Chaos - 2015. Storyline is a little weak, but it’s so beautiful and the cast is great and the M U S I C. Kate Winslet. Alan Rickman. Helen McCrory. STANLEY TUCCI.)

Also: they’re not films, but TV shows - honourable mentions to the Spanish series Gran Hotel. It’s like a good version of Downton Abbey, only sorta on crack and with a tonne more murder mysteries; and while I have some Issues with its so-called hero and some comparatively weirdo plot-points in S3, overall, it’s fantastic and I’m obssessed. Please don’t mix it up with the Italian re-make which looks horrible in every way. Like, main actors dressed in a poorly-sewn-table-cloth-bad.

And shout-out to the new CBC/Netflix series Anne. I will defend this show to the DEATH, alright? They’ve gone bolder and fresher and have managed to involve period realism in a moving way while retaining the sunshine-and-pinafores element that so many people love about L.M. Montgomery’s work. There’s heaps of women with production credits, and I think it shows. Geraldine James is already my favourite Marilla after one episode, and I feel like R.H. Thompson (HEY JASPER DALE HEEEEY!) and Amybeth McNulty are likely going to become my favourite Matthew and Anne, too. People have complained about this series going off-book and in particular some have condemned it sight-unseen because the writers/directors are putting a feminist spin on it and OH GOD THEY SAID FEMINIST QUICK WE GOTTA SET EVERYTHING ON FIRE BECAUSE CHILDHOOD IS RUINED, but honestly it’s just perky and gorgeous and scrappy and nobody can tell me to my face that Kevin Sullivan didn’t go all the fucking way off-book from the very beginning so I am not gonna sit here and insist that the Megan Fallows Anne of Green Gables was perfection which could never be improved upon because that’s just a plain lie. It was nice and it has its place but it’s time for some new blood. (And NOT the telefilms they’ve also come out with recently with Martin Sheen, bless his heart, but they took a brunette child actor and dumped an atrociously stark box of red hair-dye on her before drawing on her freckles and then telling her to please play everything theatrically to the back of the house even though there is a camera ten inches from her face.) I am HERE FOR ANNE. RIDE OR DIE.


After that you might assume my L.M. Montgomery recommendation would be Anne of Green Gables and sure I won’t say DON’T read them, but for my money the Emily of New Moon trilogy is more my jam and I wish to God and Netflix in all my prayers that there might someday be a decent adaptation of them.

I was really into Cassandra Clark’s Abbess of Meaux mystery series for a time, but then things went a bit pear-shaped in what I think was the fourth(?) book and everything was OOC and honestly I haven’t caught up on the later books after that and they seem to be self-published now but I am a sucker for nuns and mysteries so I’ll probably get back into it when I have time.

The Princess Priscilla’s Fortnight and The Solitary Summer by Elizabeth von Arnim. Vacation-reads! Beautiful prose, some wry wit, and fun hijinks. If you’ve ever wanted to run away and live in an isolated cottage in the wilderness for a little while, these are for you. [ETA: I recently got my hands on a copy of The Jasmine Farm so THANK YOU to one of you who recommended it I am loving it so far only I don’t see the appeal in Andrew so wtf Terry you can do better.]

Edward Rutherfurd’s geographical history novels–Sarum is the classic to start with, but the others I’ve read are very good, too. (London, New York, and I’m now working my way through a first-edition of Russka.)

Amy Levy. A M Y   L E V Y. Criminally under-recognized Jewish Victorian novelist and poet. Novellas Ruben Sachs and The Romance of a Shop. (RS a beautiful and bittersweet story about the conflicts between love, identity, and expectations, and some would say a response to George Eliot’s Daniel Deronda. TRoaS reading a bit like a less treacle-sweet variation on Little Women, where four sisters try to make their way in the world by setting up their own photography studio in late 19th century London.)

The Making of a Marchioness by Frances Hodgkin Burnett. Colonialist racism appears in this one, so be warned. Still the book is a THOUSAND times better than the utterly dreadful adaptation known as The Making of a Lady. Jane is better, Emily is better, Walderhurst is better, pretty much EVERYONE IS BETTER. The pacing is better. The plotting and suspense make actual sense.

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy. A classic, and the grand-daddy of every secret-identity superhero.

The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy. Like, it makes me MAD how good these books are.

And last but not least, a non-fiction selection in Vere Hodgson’s WWII diaries: Few Eggs and No Oranges. Nothing else has ever brought the experience of living (or trying to) under the shadow of the bombs and the threat of invasion quite like these diaries. Fascinating details, engagingly written, and at times a stark reminder that the Allied victory we take for granted in our history could by no means be counted on by the millions who dwelt in daily uncertainty.

One, Two, Three

A/N: This was written for @i-dont-know-how-to-write ‘s Cutie Challenge. Hope you like it! My chosen movie was… you know what, I’ll reveal that after the fic. Let’s see how well I did, when the rule was that the fic should resemble the movie’s meet cute. :-) — Special thanks to Melissa @deansdirtyduchess for beta’ing my first attempt at romancing Sam. You rock!

Characters: Reader x Sam, Dean, Lauren (OFC)

Word count: ~3400

Warnings: fluff, canon-typical violence and injuries, language, fluff

Please, do not post on any other sites without my express permission!

Act I - The bookstore

“Yeah, I’ve read that.”

You pushed away yet another book your best friend, Lauren, was holding out to you.

“This! You gotta read this!” She nearly jumped up and down when she picked the next book from the shelf. “This is wonderful! It’s got great romance, and the hero is to die for!”

“Young adults? Lauren, no.”

“Fine.” She put the book back and seconds later turned around with another. “This one has smut. And the hero is to die for.”

“Lauren!” You scolded laughing. “Enough about heroes. I’m sick and tired of romance and gorgeous guys saving the girl. I’m off men! I want some suspense and gore and blood for a change.”

She rolled her eyes and pointed to the other corner of the bookstore. “Thrillers are that way.”

You grinned at her and picked up the nearest Harlequin novel to shove at her chest. “Drool over that for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

You wound your way through the tables and shelves, slipping past a few people on the way. You let out an exited sigh as you halted before the right shelf and started perusing through the books. You read a few back covers, but then a book on the top shelf caught your eye. The title was vaguely familiar from some review and you reached up to get it - only to find out you were a few inches too short even when you stood on your tiptoes. You glanced around for a stool, but didn’t see any, so you stretched out again, hoping that it would somehow make a difference.

“Allow me.”

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When You Became Mine - Zig x MC Special Part 1.

Valentine’s Day Special Part 1 (The Freshman)

- When You Became Mine.

Summary: Another late night with Zig turns into a morning worth remembering. But just what exactly does this heartthrob have planned for MC on Valentine’s day?

[Happy Valentine’s Day to all the @playchoices fandom. We know a couple of you (myself included) were pretty bummed that Zig wasn’t included in the Valentine’s Day Special for The Freshman, so @choicesmyway,@hollyashton and I put together a Zig x MC Fanfic that’ll hopefully help you through the Zigless choices week we’re going to have. We’ve divided it into three fantastic parts. A lot of hard work and dedication came into making this and we hope you enjoy it!]

Hartfeld was a quiet and unhurried place by the crack of dawn. Until the morning rush began, the silence of the community was a sweet melody to only the earliest of risers before the rest scrambled to start their day. Some slept through their alarm, others sprang out of bed with the intention of reaching the bathroom first and hushed tones argued over television shows from the night before.

All of this was missing as her alarm went off. Eyes jerking awake, she dragged a hand through her tousled dark brown hair before frowning at her surroundings.  It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t in her dorm and a moment longer that she was in unfamiliar territory.

Another late night. Another night out so late that she had forgotten to call and ask for a ride home from a friend. She hadn’t returned to her dorm last night and the events leading up to it caused her cheeks to flush before she glanced warily around for any sight of him.

She remembered spending the night at his place. They hadn’t wasted anytime once they got through his front doors, half stumbling into each other before they tore every piece of fabric between them. Their clothes had been carelessly tossed aside in their quick haste to sink into each other’s skin. She remembered being pressed up against his firm length and raking her fingers across his back as their bodies collided. She remembered him bringing her to the edge multiple times and only giving her a final release when he could join her. She remembered all of it; except for the part about how they had made it to bed.

Yawning, she stretched her stiff shoulders and winced at how sore she felt. She didn’t waste any time once she got her bearings. She threw off her covers and glanced around the room in search for her clothes.

No such luck.

To make matters worse, he was nowhere in sight and this was the first time she was left alone in his personal space without him present. It was an opportunity that she wouldn’t take for granted and her eyes scanned the room for any signs of the man behind the mask.

Something caught her eye; a photo on his bedside table. She crossed the room quickly in order to get a better view. He was younger here, maybe in his late teens surrounded by a family that clearly loved him. An older woman with a tender expression and smiling eyes was the tallest out of all of them. Two younger girls with dark ringlets that were caught laughing as they hugged him by the waist. The four of them were obviously close; their arms linked around each other and they were grinning from ear-to-ear at the camera as if they were hiding some secret away from the rest of the world.

It was the only picture in sight and left her with the impression that family was very important to him. She smiled at it before looking away to study the rest of the room. She hoped that something in here would divulge some sort of knowledge about his past. When nothing jumped out at her, she felt a twinge of disappointment.

Everything was surprisingly neat.  

There were folded clothes set aside by the dresser. A small desk space followed and had a series of novels with familiar titles that she swore she’d seen before. Curiously, she stepped closer until she had a better look, her eyes skimming some of its content before she realized most of them were books she’d already come across. She remembered seeing them in the campus bookstore.

Her heart warmed at the sight. Even though he wasn’t a student –  anyone could tell by looking at the meticulously placed pile that he was completely passionate about going back to school. She was heartbroken at the thought that he might never get that chance. The incident he confessed weeks ago at Madison’s birthday party, reminded her that he had been robbed of the chance.

Shoving those thoughts aside, she grabbed one of his dress shirts, only stopping to inhale its musky scent before quickly slipping into it. It smelled like him and she was happy that she’d gotten a chance to see all of this instead of heading home last night. She buttoned the first two before heading down the hall, intent on finding him.

Her feet froze in their languid pace as her nose caught a pleasant smell coming from the kitchen. The gentle aroma of pancakes made her stomach grumble in response. She ignored it as she padded inside. Her grumbling stomach turned into full flip-flops at the sight in front of her.

Zig’s back was toward her and he had a pair of sweats that hung low by his lean hips. He seemed intent on flipping a pancake and hadn’t heard her come in.

She admired him for a few seconds longer, feasting her eyes on every muscle that followed his efforts. Eventually, she seated herself near the counter. Propping her elbows up, she cleared her throat. “What’s all this?”

He turned to her, a cheeky grin on his face when he met her cheerful expression. “Morning to you too gorgeous.” He finished the last pancake and brought a plate of them towards the counter. “I figured I owed you breakfast for not taking you home last night.” He brought two plates forward.

She inhaled its delicious fumes and uttered a small sigh. “This looks so good.” She didn’t waste any time, piling two onto her plate before beaming at him. “And I graciously accept.”

He laughed. “Good.”

“Besides, last night was fun.” She added, nibbling on a small piece before pouring maple syrup on the rest of it.

“It’s always fun when you’re around.” He told her before digging into his own.

“Oh, just fun?” She teased. With exaggerated slowness, she dropped her eyes towards his pants.

When she glanced back up at him, he was smirking at her. “You know what I mean.” He took a huge bite.

She did but she liked teasing him anyway and did so at every given opportunity.

“But the fun doesn’t have to stop there.”

“Oh?” She paused to glimpse at him in time to realize that his eyes weren’t innocent anymore, in fact there was a glint to it that made her wonder what he was thinking. Probably, deliciously naughty thoughts.

“I’m sure the rest of today could be too.” His voice dropped an octave lower and her cheeks flushed at his double meaning.

She slapped his hand playfully away when he reached over to try and brush his hand on top of hers. “No way.” She shook her head. Her decision was resolute, even though the rest of her body wasn’t cooperating. She shuddered by the look of desire in his eyes.

She pointed her fork at him. “I’ve already missed one class for today and I don’t intend on missing another.”

“Not even if it meant that we could spend the entire valentine’s day together?”

Her heart skipped a beat. “I can’t say I’m not entirely tempted.” She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. Just be cool, she told herself firmly. Meanwhile on the inside she was practically squealing. “What did you have in mind?”

His grin told her he had a plan but his eyes wasn’t giving anything away. “It’s a surprise.”

“So you’ve actually got something planned?” The more time she spent with him, the more he surprised her. She had to constantly revisit the way she saw him. She didn’t take him as the romantic sort.

Now she wasn’t sure if she wanted to make it to class after all. “And if I agreed, where would we go?”

His silence told her he was keeping it a secret.

She pouted, “Can I get a hint?”

He paused his fork in mid air but otherwise kept quiet. She pleaded with her eyes only to have him raise his own to wink at her.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she ate the rest of her pancakes in silence.

He wasn’t playing fair. The least he could do was give her a hint.

Her mind was whirling with ideas. It had to be something in Hartfeld – anywhere else didn’t make any sense. There was an influx of tourist because of a passing festival on campus grounds and with the weekend behind them, it couldn’t be for an overnight trip. “Well if you aren’t going to tell me the least you could do is drop me by my dorm so I can change.” She gestured to her lack of clothes and his eyes flickered with amusement.

“Or you can keep what you’re wearing.” His eyes traveled lower, admiring her shapely. “My shirt has never looked so good.”

She blushed and dropped her gaze to the nearly empty plate. “I don’t mind if it’s just for you.” She made a face when she glanced back up at him. “But the rest of Hartfeld – not so much.”

He chuckled before nodding in agreement. “I do like the idea of having you all to myself.” He gave her an appreciative once over as they stood to clear the dishes.

She swatted him playfully before she handed over her dish. Leaning against the counter, she watched as he washed them and put them away. “Now I’m really excited.”

Before she could leave the kitchen, he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to him. Pleased but slightly taken aback by his sudden advance she stared up at him, memorizing the planes of his face.

Without saying a word, his firm hands gripped her by the waist and lifted her until she was on top of the counter. “I’ll give you something to feel really excited about.” He murmured.

Cheeks flushing, she tilted her head to meet his lips. No matter how many times they did this, she would never get tired of it. Their lips touched and tasted each other as if it was their first time. She loved running her fingers through his hair, of kissing his eager lips and touching him.

His hands sunk under her shirt and he lightly stroke her exposed flesh. He was rewarded with a delicate whimper from her lips before his grazed hers again.  

Looping her fingers at the side of his pants, she tugged him closer; wanting to feel him pressed in between her thighs.

He pulled away first, glancing at his phone before giving her a rueful smile. “If we want to make it in time we should start probably start getting ready.” He stepped back a few inches to give her some space so she could hop off the counter.

Her mind was still reeling from his kisses but otherwise, she cleared her throat and smiled. “Lead the way.”


Floral dresses reminded her of all the good things about spring – the sweet aroma of freshly picked flowers, the feeling of the sun’s generous rays across her shoulders and against the nape of her neck. She picked one of her favorites to commemorate the fantastic weather; a dress with pink straps and the floral patterns of brightly colored dandelions. She grabbed a simple pair of flat shoes on her way out.

The rest of her suitemates were probably finishing their last classes for the day, so she wasn’t surprised that Zig was the only other person waiting by the door.

His eyes lit up when he saw her.

She twirled in her dress. “You like?”

“Definitely.” He crossed the room in two quick strides and placed his arm around her waist. “You look beautiful.” He murmured before his lips crashed into hers.

His kiss was soft and turned into a series of artful kisses. His gentle caress became less steady and more urgent until he finally had backed her into a corner. He coaxed her mouth open, sending shivers down her spine as he kissed her more roughly this time.

A soft sigh escaped her throat and she looped her arms around his neck, meeting every kiss with her own enthusiasm. When she felt his expert hands slide under her dress, she firmly placed her own hands on his chest. Gathering willpower, she pushed back a little; keeping at least a few inches between them. When she could find her voice again, she spoke. “I thought we were on a schedule.”

He braced his arms on either side of her. “Seeing you like this is giving me second thoughts.” He bent down to whisper into her ear, “It makes me want to stay in.” He pressed his hard length into her, drawing a groan from her lips.

“No way.” She made light fists to thump against his hard chest. “Quit distracting us.” When he moved to kiss her again, she giggled and turned her head away at the last second. It landed deftly on her cheek.

“You’re not charming your way out of this one.” She warned with no real edge to her voice. “You said it’s a surprise and I happen to like surprises.” She brought a hand up to smoothly graze his cheek. “Especially when they’re coming from you.”

Their eyes locked for a long moment and she held her breath as she waited for him to respond. She felt a twinge of triumph at seeing the resignation in his eyes before he released her.

“Okay, okay – let’s go.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, feeling reinvigorated by the time they got to the door. She stopped to grab herself a spring jacket that hung by the front of the dorm’s closest before they closed the dorm behind them.

They walked in almost perfect unison and she hid a smile when he entwined his hand with hers. “I can’t imagine spending the day with anyone else.” She hadn’t realized she had spoken the words out loud until she could feel his breath by her ear.

Her heart warmed by his soft response. “Neither can I.”

She was eager to see what the rest of the day had in store for them.

[Enjoying it so far? Click right here to see part 2 written by the sweet and awesome @choicesmyway and part 3 written by the amazing @hollyashton​ ]

The Poet

Author Attic Series #1

Character: Namjoon x reader

Genre: Bookstore!au, Writer!au, Fluff, inspired by this prompt

Word count: 1,994

a/n: This is dedicated to @legal-red-head | @armysfighting a.k.a Snow, happy birthday!!! I’m not good with words, I just hope you are having a splendid birthday^^ ily!!! <3333

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An Accidental Seduction (H.R. Wells x Reader, Part 1/2)

Rating: T

Summary: While attending bestselling author H.R. Wells’ reading of his book, a misunderstanding hurtles you, the Reader, to some one-on-one time with your favourite writer.

Originally posted by acewest360

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mésentente >> touken week; return

day 5 of #toukenweek!

i always liked the kaneki-furuta dynamic so i mixed it in a bit with this one!

please enjoy!

1655 words - angst(ish) - no content warnings


If there’s one thing Furuta knows about his boss, it’s that Associate Speical Class Sasaki Haise loves his coffee. And this time, after finding a shop with a certain young blue haired barista, he’s finally got the perfect cup for him.

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Spring 2017 Watchlist (New-This-Season Edition) First Taste

I’m so happy the shitty winter season (in terms of both the anime season and actual season) is finally over and spring is upon us once more. Here are a few new shows this season I’ve watched the first episodes of; some I’ll keep going, some I’m dropping immediately because why do these even exist please why (please don’t take these “reviews” too seriously LOL; I just enjoy rambling about new shows):

Kado: The Right Answer | Seikaisuru Kado

If you’re into sci-fi and handsome government bureaucrats negotiating with equally handsome alien (???) whose spaceship (I think it’s a spaceship?) is shaped like a giant fractal cube, Seikaisu Kado is looking to be very promising. The 3D animation puts me off at first, but I soon didn’t care for it as the story becomes more fascinating. Just what does this white-haired alien want with Japan and can Shindou, the protagonist ace-negotiator, handle this? And what about his cute assistant Hanamori voiced by the even cuter Saito Soma? Will we see him again soon? The first episode and prequel just came out; I personally recommend watching ep.1 first before watching ep. 0. 


Alice & Zouroku | Alice to Zouroku

I only started watching it because the bf was excited about it, so I thought I’d give it a try since the art style looks cute. And boy oh boy it’s definitely different than what I was expecting. The show opens with a young girl named Sana who escapes from a research facility, which is later revealed to be a place for kids with special abilities (Sana can materialize things she imagines). Weakened and lost, she encounters an old man named Zouroku, who takes her into his home after an incident that involved the police. It’s a weird combination of fluff and fantasy/mystery that has heartwarming moments and decent fight scenes. Sana’s goal is to destroy the facility to rescue the other kids stuck in there, so it’ll be interesting to see how that goes. 


As the Moon, so Beautiful | Tsuki ga Kirei  

If you’re looking for slow-burn junior high school romance with very gorgeous art where the two leads are shy as heck, then Tsuki ga Kirei might be a show for you. Personally, I found the pacing a bit slow, and I dunno, maybe it’s because I’m in my late 20′s and these kids are like 14? I can’t really relate much to them, especially in the romance department. From what I can see so far, I think this show is more about the characters than the plot, so if you’re into character-driven romance, you can give it a try.


Renai Boukun | Love Tyrant

Think Death Note… but Kiss Note, so instead of dying when your name’s written in the notebook, the people whose names are written together will kiss kiss, fall in love. That’s it; that’s the premise. It’s essentially a harem anime with half-assed comedy, so don’t ask me why I even tried watching the first episode; it was 20 minutes of my life wasted.


Hinako Note

A country girl, who’s shy as heck and will freeze up and become a scarecrow (metaphorically, I guess?) when she’s under stress, attends a high school in Tokyo because she wants to join the drama club. She lives in a boarding house above a secondhand bookstore, where she meets a girl who… eats books??? Not sure if that part is important or it’s just a one-time gag. Essentially: cute girls doing cute things. 



So I know this show is about kabuki, but please don’t expect it to be anything like Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu because it definitely is nothing like the latter. A high-school kabuki enthusiast wants to start a kabuki club in his school, but to do so, he needs to find at least five members. Cue: megane-kun best friend, pretty boy from the drama club who’s actually a pretty girl (think GSNK’s Kashima), terrible vocalist who got kicked out of his own band (rock band AU Minami-kun?), pretty boy dancer who’s now a delinquent???, and an actual kabuki actor who takes his art way too seriously. Also featuring character designs by CLAMP. So… sports anime formula but with kabuki, basically. Yeah.


Eromanga Sensei

All I can say of this right now is that I was expecting lots of fan service and cringe-worthy moments, but it wasn’t actually that bad. Protag boy is a light novel writer; his books are illustrated by someone named Eromanga, whom he’s never met before. Turns out the illustrator is his own little sister, who’s become a shut-in since their parents’ death a few years ago. According to the summary, there’ll also be a shoujo mangaka who’ll become their rival. So… I dunno, I might keep watching if I have time. 


The Royal Tutor | Oushitsu Kyoushi Haine

Four spoiled German princes, one royal tutor (who’s short and the short jokes never end). It looks like a BL otome… but according to MAL it’s just a comedy. So. Featuring: long-suffering tutor, youngest prince who’s a playa (seiyuu Aoi Shouta also plays this role in a stage adaptation — yes there’s a stage production of this already), 4th prince who hates studying, third prince who’s basically prince!Kyoya of Ouran, and second prince who can’t seem to form words and looks like he’s refraining from punching a wall at all times. You bet I’ll be watching this trash. 

I’ll make a separate post for sequels (because there are so many good shows coming out with sequels this season), but for now, let me know what you guys are watching!

Karno’s Unwavering Love

Game: Star-Crossed Myth
Word count:
Jealousy Part II
Stories of Part I:
~ Leon, Karno, Huedhaut, Teorus, Tauxolouve, Aigonorus
~ Zyglavis, Scorpio, Dui, Ichthys, Krioff, Partheno


Jealousy is an ugly feeling that you know you shouldn’t allow yourself to feel, but it’s hard to keep that insecurity at bay when your rival is her. Aphrodite.The goddess of love and beauty. She is desired by many, and yet, she seems to her eyes set on your boyfriend. What should you do? Stay silent and pretend you’re okay? Talk to him or wait for him to notice? Fight for him or just admit the defeat? Whatever decision you come to make, your beloved boyfriend is ready to show you the depth of his love for you…even if it would take all night long….

Note: Please read the Prologue first if you haven’t.


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anonymous asked:

for the AUs and fic prompts: lussian + “We are both stuck in the dorm common room because their respective roommates needed ‘alone time’” au pleaseee

This was fun, thanks for the prompt!

AO3 : no warnings, just some awkwardness and innuendo and some making out


The thud of books on the table next to Lucien broke the silence in the lounge. It was loud, it was sudden, and he was not pleased.

He’d been buried in his studies for a few hours now, or at least trying to be. When his roommate and long-time best friend Tamlin had asked him to leave their dorm room, at first kindly, and then with more menace when Lucien showed the slightest hint of resistance, he knew he’d have to find his usual table downstairs for the evening.

At least he wouldn’t have to try to study while listening to Tamlin whine about his ex, or trying to fend off their neighbor who seemed to think that being a male and a college student meant he’d be down to fuck anything with a pulse.

Tamlin’s excuse was that he was meeting up with someone he’d met on some dating app, though Lucien doubted that was the truth. First off, Tamlin didn’t really understand how those things worked. He insisted that his profile should say something about his “gainz” and his collection of dubstep albums, while any good his profile picture might have done was mitigated by his t-shirt, which read “Don’t Be Sexist, Bitches Hate That”. Second, Lucien knew that Tamlin was still hung up on Feyre and spent copious amounts of time trying to figure out why she just didn’t understand him. Those two reasons alone meant that Lucien would probably walk into a mess of tissues covered in various body fluids when he finally made his way back to their room.

Combine all this with the fact that Lucien was behind on his homework for ochem, and he was in a pretty shitty mood. Sure, he was pissed that he had to leave his room in the middle of the night. Yeah, Tamlin was somewhat unpredictable lately. Mood swings, Lucien would say, if he wasn’t worried Tamlin would get offended. But really, their dorm room wasn’t the most homey or comfortable place to be. He had yet to find a place that fit that description, but… well, that was a completely different issue.

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