and even i know that all that red means something

Before It’s Too Late (part 10)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that

A/N: I remember back in 5th grade I got an A+ on a paper I wrote about how fun it was to collect rocks lmao.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve spat at his childhood best friend.

It had been three days since you had confessed your love for Bucky and he was now telling Sam and Steve about it.

“Right? I mean how could she do that to me? How could she put me in such a situation where-”

“No, Bucky,” Steve cut him off. “How stupid are you? I mean honestly, Buck, how fucking idiotic do you have to be to blame Y/N for – well, for having feelings for you.”

Bucky scoffed. “Steve, it’s fucked up.”

“How so?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Sam agrees as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s fucked up because I have a girlfriend-”

“Yeah we know that already.” Sam spat.

Bucky shot his friend a mean look before continuing. “-and she knows that. Now I’m in an awkward position.”

“Awkward position?” Steve repeats and the long haired brunette nods.

“Yeah. She’s in love with me but I’m in a relationship. Awkward position. I don’t know what to do.”

Sam scoffs. “Here’s a suggestion; get your head out of your ass and accept the fact that you feel the same towards Y/N.”

“But I don’t.”


“You know, you don’t have to listen to what I’m saying.” Bucky huffed.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Sam stood up from the couch. “It’s bullshit anyways.”

The blonde and brunette watched as Sam walked over to the door with intentions to leave but was stopped when he opened the door to a fuming Natasha. Sam opened his mouth to greet the red head but was cut off by her pushing him out of the way.

She stormed over to Bucky, standing in front of him as he sat on the couch.

“Hey Nat, What’s u-”

He was cut off when her hand made contact with his cheek. Hard. The brunette cups his cheek, mouth gaped and he looked up at the red head in bewilderment.

“What the fuck did you do to Y/N?!” she shouts, becoming angrier just by looking at Bucky.

“W-What do you mean? I-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Barnes! She’s been locked up in her room for three fucking days. She hasn’t been going to her classes, I don’t even know if she’s been eating or staying hydrated!” she exclaimed.

“How do you know it’s me who’s done something? For all you know it could be someone else!” Bucky replied.

“Because, you inconsiderate piece of dog shit, Wanda and I went into her room at check up on her and when we asked what was wrong the only thing she said was your name before she started crying so I ask again; what the fuck did you do to Y/N.” it wasn’t a question. It was more of ‘tell me or else I’ll murder you’. He didn’t have a choice.

Bucky gulped. “I… well I… it’s kind of-”

“He rejected Y/N.” Sam says for him. “But that’s not all. It wasn’t just a ‘oh I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way, I have a girlfriend’ he made her feel like shit. He yelled at her for having feelings for him, made her cry and didn’t bother to stop until, of course Kristen came.”

Bucky looked at Natasha whose eyes were shooting daggers into him. He genuinely feared for his life, even more so when she lunged at him but was pulled back by Steve.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” she shouted as she struggled to get free. “I can’t fucking believe you, Bucky! She tells you how she feels about you and then you pull some bullshit like this!”

“Woah, woah, woah, how about we talk about the fact that you all knew she was in love with me yet none of you guys even bothered to tell me?!” he looked around at his friends.

“Because it wasn’t for us to tell! It was how she felt, not how we felt! She had to be the one to tell you!” the red head replied.

“Well why the hell did she wait five fucking years?!” Bucky yelled as he stood up. “Why’d she wait till I was in a relationship?!”

“Because she was scared!” Natasha gave up and let Steve hold her back. She let out a huff and fixed her hair that had landed in her face. “I told her to tell you how she felt before it was too late. It was eating her up, Bucky. I couldn’t stand there and watch my best friend slowly get her heart broken but seeing her like this, right now at this moment,” she shakes her head. “it breaks my heart. You’ve completely broken her, Bucky.”

She breaks free from Steve’s grasp and walks over to the door. Glancing over her shoulder at the brunette, she shakes her head again. “A simple ‘I don’t feel the same way, I’m sorry’ would have sufficed.”

And she was gone.

It was quiet. Sam and Steve watched Bucky who was looking down at the floor, walking around the living room.

“Buck.” Steve said softly.

Bucky reached out and grabbed a vase that they had bought for decoration and smashed it on the floor, startling both Steve and Sam.

“God damnit!” he yelled. “God fucking d-” he stopped mid-sentence to knock over the little coffee table, kicking it until it was ruined.

“Bucky, calm down.” Steve says, walking over to his friend who swung around.

“Look what I did, Steve. Look. I ruined Y/N – I ruined my relationship with her! Why? Because I’m a fucking asshole who can’t admit the god damn truth!”

“What do you mean you can’t admit the truth? What truth?” he questioned.

Bucky scoffed. “Oh, as if you guys didn’t know.” He rolled his eyes. “I like Y/N.”

“Wait,” Sam jumps over the couch to join Steve and Bucky. “So you’re telling me that you rejected Y/N, yelled at her for having feelings for you but you feel the same way towards her?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s stupid, I know but throughout the years of knowing her I learned what her type was. Every time she would say someone was cute, they would fit right into her type of guys that she likes. Even past guys she’s liked all into the type of guys she likes.”

“What type of guys does she like?” Steve pressed on.

“She likes preppy, high-classed guys. Guys who gel their hair and keep it nice, guys who probably go golfing and wear polos. That’s the kind of guy she likes and do you think I fall under that? Hell no. I’m nowhere close to that so why even try?” he plops down on the couch and rubs his face with his hands. “When I kissed her on New Year’s it was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. I’d kiss her over and over again if I could. I thought she liked it, hell, I did but afterwards she said nothing. Just stared at me. The car ride home, nothing. Not even a goodnight when we went to sleep. She laid on the opposite side of her bed just to get away from me.

“I tried getting over her. All those girls I’ve went on dates with never even compared to Y/N but I knew I had to get over her. That’s when I met Kristen and she was pretty cool. I like her. But that’s it.” Bucky sighed and looked up at Sam and Steve. “That day in the hallway, when she told me she was in love with me, it was all I’ve ever wanted to hear. But it irritated me because why wait so damn long? Why wait until I’m getting over her to tell me how she felt? I get it, she was scared, I understand that but just… why?”

There was a pause before he sighed. “For a split second I thought Vis told her that I was in love with her and she was just saying all of that, just playing with my emotions which was why I acted so mean.”

“Wait, Vis knew?” Steve questioned and Bucky nodded. “How the hell did he know but I didn’t?”

“It’s not something I was broadcasting to the world, Steve.” He rolled his eyes. “Vis came over to hang out but I was finishing up my art project and he found my sketch book – well he didn’t find it, it was just laying on my bed – anyways he looked through my sketch book and I have… a lot of drawings of Y/N and some other sappy things. I guess it’s like my diary except I don’t express my feelings through words, I express them through drawings.”

Sam and Steve nod before Bucky continued.

“I wanted to throw myself into Y/N’s arms, to hold her and kiss her but I couldn’t. Especially when Kristen came. I had forgotten she was coming over.” The brunette sighs. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Big time, my friend.” Sam pats his shoulder.

“What should I do? I have to talk to her. I have to make things right, to tell her that-that I feel the same way. She needs to know-”

“Slow your roll, Bucky.” Steve says. “Give her some time. And don’t forget that you need to talk to Kristen first. She deserves to know what’s happening… also you don’t want to go over to Y/N’s right now, I’m sure Natasha’s still pissed and Wanda will definitely be pissed. You won’t make it out alive.”

Bucky sits back on the couch and sighs. “You’re right, you’re right. I’ll go talk to Kristen tomorrow.”

It had now been day five since you confessed your love for Bucky and today was your first time back in class. The day had went by smoothly and you were in your last class of the day which just so happened to be your creative writing class. The class had ended and you took your time packing up. When you looked around, everyone had left and it was now just you and your professor.

You walked over to her desk and she greeted you with a warm smile. “What can I do for you miss Y/L/N?”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about my last paper. Y’know, the one where we had to write about the time we felt the most pain in our lives?” you say and your professor nods.

“Ah, yes. It wasn’t your best work.” She frowned.

“I know which was why I came to ask you if there was a possibility that I could rewrite it. I know it’s a long shot but I know I could do so much better.”

Your professor thinks it over before nodding. “I’ll let you rewrite it but only because I know you can do better. Your writing is amazing. That and I let a few other students rewrite theirs.”

You smile. “Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem.” She responds. “Turn it in by Friday.”

With a nod and another thank you, you leave the classroom and make your way to your car.

As you arrived at your apartment building, you looked around for Bucky’s car. You didn’t want to bump into him. You hadn’t seen him for 5 days, he had been ignoring you but it was probably for the better. You wouldn’t be able to be in the same room with him without crying.

You make it into your apartment without running into anyone and see Natasha and Wanda sitting on the couch. They turn their heads to you and you flash them a smile, although it wasn’t a big one.

“Hey guys.” You greet. “What’re you guys doing home?”

“I don’t have softball practice today.” Wanda says.

“Yeah and I just have nothing to do.” Nat shrugged.

“You’re not hanging out with Bruce today?” you questioned, locking up the door.

“Nah, he’s out with Tony and Steve.” She responds. You nod your head slowly all while Natasha and Wanda watched you like and eagle watching its prey.

“How are you feeling?” Natasha asks.

“Uh… good – better than yesterday so we’re getting somewhere.” you smile.

“That’s good.” She nods.

The three of you stare at each other before you clear your throat. “Well I’m gonna go in my room now.”

“No, stay out here and watch a movie with us!” Wanda exclaimed and Nat nods her head in agreement.

“Maybe later. I have to rewrite something for my creative writing class. It won’t take long, I promise.” You say.

“Okay. We’ll let you pick the movie.” Natasha replies.

You nod and disappear into your room. You throw your bag onto your bed before sitting down on your chair and sighing. The last time you sat in this chair was when you were writing for your last paper and Bucky was sitting on your bed just-

“No.” you say. “I’m not going to think about him.”

You turn around and get your notebook and pen out of your bag before setting them on your desk. You take one look at your blank piece paper before starting to write.

What is pain? Pain is that heart-wrenching feeling you get. You know, the one where your heart physically clenches and you feel like you can’t breathe.

I didn’t know what real pain felt like until now. I just thought pain was the feeling you got when you fell and scraped your knee or - in my case - when you fall off your roof and your thigh gets impaled by a shard of glass.

That’s what I thought pain was.

I never thought about the pain you get when you tell the person that you’ve been in love with for five years that you’re in love with them only for them to not feel the same way. It hurts.

Now I know I could give you the short version and be done with this quickly but I’d rather not.

This is about the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life. This is about my first heartbreak.

It all started years ago with my best friend James….



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TFP and the drink code, a.k.a. John truly hates himself - Mycroft Edition

[This post is my first addendum to the drink code after being written, in light of new canon content. (I wrote the drink code in July 2015. And yes, I didn’t write about TAB because the “CONFIRMED” was pretty obvious).]

One thing that has become clear about S4 is that is false af, and whatever you believe it’s happening there, you also know there’s meaning behind all that fuckiness.  I like the “TFP is John’s Bisexual Bunker Nightmare while dying” theory (and this meta is largely based on that assumption), but even if you believe in something else going on, the symbolism remains. 

We’ve seen John drinking through S4. As a matter of fact, he  is the only one seen drinking in the two episodes before TFP. Or one of his mirrors. Molly has a champagne flute when Baby Rosie is born, he drinks red wine while looking at the camera (fucky…), Vivian Norbury is said to be sort of an alcoholic… It seems alcoholic beverages were used in S4 as an indicator of John’s inner emotions.

So I expected to see him drinking in TFP.  But no. I noticed there’s only one sight of alcohol in TFP. At the first two minutes of TFP, we have Mycroft like this:

Drink code says when a character drinks whisky, they’re scared and are looking for some “liquid courage” (As TAB later confirmed).

If you consider TFP being John’s bisexual Bunker nightmare, everyone in it represents a part of him. The fact Mycroft is the only person drinking in TFP is a sign to indicate something not common in the show’s narrative: Mycroft will serve as a mirror for John. A mirror for that part of his personality that has been in charge of repressing his bisexuality. A mirror working during most of the episode and that could certainly explain why Mycroft is so out of character in TFP.

The drink code just makes it clear that the part represented by Mycroft is scared and looking for some sort of control.

So, what is he scared of? And what does that fear mean?

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When We Collide (Part 13)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“Okay I know by the circumstances that it will most probably be hard but try to act as cool as possible-,”

“Oh my god, is that freaking Jennifer Lawrence?” Nicole blurted out loud with such wide eyes they were ready to pop out, making Luke almost want to smack his head in reaction.

Your eyes widened as well but it was in a mix of surprise, shock and confusion at the same time. The cameras flashing from the paparazzi were so harsh you were sure you would turn blind seconds from now. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi Vika, hope you're having a great day ! Hum, it may seem weird but i was wondering if they are / were things you don't like about Sasha that you were aware of before dating him ? i don't mean to know which ones if it's the case, but, do you like everything about him or are there some stuffs (he likes for example) you were unconfortable with but still didn't let them get in the way of you being together ? i'm not sure i'm making sense. just the perks of being a love neophyte ha

ah, I’m not sure how to respond to this?

In general, I don’t go for things that make me uncomfortable, you know. I kind of feel uncomfortable=red flag, and I don’t go through those.

But if you mean in a way of different tastes, then sure? All people are different, so there are things Sasha likes that I don’t. Even our music taste is somewhat different, but that’s okay because we don’t have to be the same. Still though, once again, I don’t think there’s something that makes or made me uncomfortable.

As an example, there’s this hey! my parnter loves dogs more, but I am a cat person, I don’t understand, but I accept and it’s completely their right to feel this way. But once it’s hey! my parnter loves torturing dogs and I hate it but I will go for this relationship because they are hot, then it’s UNCOMFORTABLE.

Also i’m pretty sure in my case it’s not a like but love, so:”D

So I got a really good idea to introduce supercorp as a canon couple in s3. So basically we’ve seen green, red and silver kryptonite meaning that there is possibility of a pink kryptonite or even another kryptonite. Please note though that I am obviously not an expert in kryptonite.

So basically it’s exposed to kara and basically she goes to lena and you know does stuff. Then when the pink kryptonite is out of her system, then she’ll be all confused like a normal story then lena will be like ‘was all this real’ and all that kinda stuff then kara will be at the deo or something then she’ll be talking to alex and Winn about lena and Winn will tell her that the pink kryptonite doesn’t create feelings from out of nowhere, it only brings up what’s been hidden underneath then she realises she actually has feelings for lena then boom supercorp canon and angst and possible slowburn. Maybe even then lena is so hurt that Kara does this thing to prove to lena that she loves her and that’s slowburn for a few episode then boom full canon supercorp then lena can help out at the deo and stuff

Dating Vernon would be like:

-boys having to literally push him so he bumps into you since he still refuses to ask you out saying that he’s not mentally prepared

-laughing awkwardly when you smile at him and acting like he has a complete control over the situation…and no, the boys didn’t just push him in your direction…and hell no, they’re didn’t hide behind that door trying to listen to your conversation

-really shy, awkward skinship at first

-later getting more comfortable with it but still not doing anything more than holding hands in front of the boys…i mean really, they wouldn’t let him live

-playing with his hair constantly, like combing it with your fingers, even braiding it  him silently judging you because of the braids but still letting you do your work

-randomly giving him back hugs and kiss on the cheek and then just running away leaving him standing with a completely red face and a big confused grin

-him playing guitar for you and even trying to sing something but it all somehow ends with you two having random rap battle

-which you obviously lose- ‘’But you know how to lose with a style, jagi!’’-’’ How can that even apply to this situation, Hansol?’’

-boys teasing him because he literally can’t stop smiling whenever he’s near you

-entertaining the boys by imitating the face he made when the girl slapped him in Mansae

-going to his family house a lot because you kind of get along with his mom pretty well and she shows you his baby photos which is a plus

-playing with Sofia also and she willingly tells you all the embarrassing stories from when they were younger  you making sure to remember it all so you can make use of it later

-late night talks about how many puppies and kittens you’re going to have in the future…AND YES YOU EVEN HAVE NAME FOR THEM ALREADY 

-chasing him around the house trying to tickle him

-yes, that usually ends up with big serious tickle fights that leave you both panting and red in the faces from laughing 

-and boys entering the room and being like: ‘’Woah, did we interrupt something?’’

-showing each other new songs you found

-whispered ‘’I love you’s’’ when he thinks you won’t hear him

-trying to make a chocolate cake together and he somehow manages to eat the whole chocolate you prepared before you even have the chance to use it

-having movie night every week and going from rom coms to horror movies

-and you’re not even sure who’s more scared after watching horror and you’re seriously thinking about leaving the lights on while you’re sleeping

-catching him admiring your legs while he thinks you’re busy doing something else- ‘’You like what you see?’’-’’-No! I mean YES but…you’re doing this purpose, aren’t you?’’

-acting like drama characters and having super dramatic dialogues because you’re bored…and yeah, you’re both lowkey obsessed with that new drama you watched together

-you kind of getting jealous when he acts cute around girl groups-’’So, aegyo only in front of you! Got it!’’

-talking on Konglish constanly and confusing other boys like that  hell confusing even yourselfs

-giving you his hats to wear and than fanboying on the inside over how cute you look

-standing in the middle of the room with his mouth open when he sees you coming out of bedroom wearing only his shirt and shorts and he’s like…it’s just a simple shirt but why does she look so good in it?!

-slipping chocolates and short encouraging notes in his practice bag and him calling you in the middle of the practice to thank you for making his day and you know he’s smiling from ear to ear

-he really likes nose kisses 

-being really confident and smooth sometimes but most of the time he’s a fluff ball

-telling each other really lame jokes and laughing hysterically while other members are discussing whether they should be worried or not

-him talking to Seungkwan about you and Seungkwan calling you later to tell you everything in detail

-him constantly worrying if you will enjoy the date he planned

-trying to be romantic at most random times and then later trying to figure out why it went wrong  but he has to admit it’s still worth it since you ended up kissing him 

-he’s still young and he’ll probably need time to figure out how to show you his feelings but he’s so precious so it would definitely be worth waiting

Wild Theory Saturday: Shiro and the Case of the Unreliable Narrators

Wild Theory – We have no clue what’s going on in Voltron: Legendary Defender (and that’s brilliant).

A recent discussion on the Altean!Shiro discord board (awesome peeps there! Check it out!) brought up the fact that VLD has unreliable narrators.

Shiro has PTSD and doesn’t remember much about his missing year.

Allura and Coran lied to the Paladins of New about the Paladins of Old, so what can we take as fact from them? (S1E1 - “Shiro, your bayard was lost with its paladin.”)

Keith doesn’t know anything about his Galra past except his knife/dagger/blade, and the BoM didn’t tell him anything after the Trials. They said knowledge or death. Hold up your end of the bargain, BoM.

Pidge, Hunk, and Lance actually seem to be trustworthy yet probably know the least.

So what does this mean exactly?

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Red vs. Blue — Season 1  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Just ignore him. That’s what I do.”
  • “You know what? I fucking hate you.”
  • “You’re ruining the moment. Shut up.”
  • “Nah, that would just ruin the moment.”
  • “Hey, that’s not exactly what happened.”
  • “When we’re done here, I’m gonna haunt you.”
  • “I don’t know man, but it keeps me up at night.”
  • “You’re really not very good with that thing, are you?”
  • “Well, yeah, that’s because we’re fighting each other.”
  • “What? Uh, yeah! Yeah, of course I do. Sure. No problem!”
  • “I wouldn’t say I’m mean. I just get paid to do mean things.”
  • “It’s one of life’s great mysteries, isn’t it? Why are we here?”
  • “Well, if you don’t appreciate it, I could just kill you right now.”
  • “What? That’s it?  ‘Okay’? You’re not surprised by any of this?”
  • “Oh, you know what? You could bitch about anything, couldn’t you?”
  • “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, I did not faint. Something knocked me out.”
  • “Hey, why the hell were you shooting at me? You could’ve hit me, dick!”
  • “Ok, fine. Just keep lying to yourself… Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
  • “I just want you to know… I always hated you. I always hated you the most.”
  • “Okay, okay, look: they’re just standing there and talking. Okay? That’s all they’re doing.”
  • “I mean, it’s bad enough that you killed me to begin with… but, now, I come back and I can’t even get a word in edgewise, man!”
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Subtitled: Red Riding Hood Suggests a Sticky Maple to Douchie Bolton

Thanks, a lot MOM….Polly’s gonna do freaky things with red clad gingers and maple syrup and you’ve cock-blocked Juggie and me this episode, so I’m looking at a six WEEK plan and no way am I gonna last another 6 hours….Maybe next week I can give him a SUPER SPESHUL present for his 16th birthday (me, very naked)……day dreaming about what I’m gonna do is way better than this class….

Yep….still need to stretch my legs all over the place because of the colossal chubby I have for Betty, non-stop, 24/7. I hope my “birthday present” is her very naked, without any of our stupid freakin’ friends anywhere to be seen….but we aren’t really important to this Ginger Porno thing this week. Just RAS knows we’re actually more popular, so we get honorable mentions. At least I have snax…

Now those two jerks are even having daydreams about each other and not MEEEEEE!!! And I wore one of Mr. Rogers’s cardigans and everything….why aren’t I the entire central focus of their lives any more???

Candy Man, Candy Man, Candy Man…..should I wear an outfit with sleeves? I’ve heard they “keep you warm”. Is this true?

Don’t cry, V…not ALL cardigans are as hideous as Archie’s Mr. Rogers Collection ones. I have something really cute, in lacy pointelle you can borrow. Or they have these things call “coats and jackets”—like Juggie wears so the viewers can’t tell he’s built. Even though it fools no one. 

Andd…..I’m gonna wear a locket, tooo!!! Or at least a pendant!!

Yes, Kevin, I have discovered pendants and sleeves. Yes, Kevin, I am still your fabulous BFF hag…

See Ethel? I can so to wear sleeves….and a pendant!

And I can dress like a dweeb from 1977….and have my own file on what shady rubbish your dad is. Don’t know why you all are judging Jughead, your dad’s a way bigger criminal. Do you wanna see?

Twincest time!!! Come join our cult family at our “little festival” Gingervitus!! Also, I see your dad is really into low tech, huh? A corded, rotary landline??? Is he some weird, plaid wearing Amish????

Bet on it!!! Head in the Game!!! Clowns Never Laughed Before!!! My Johnny Bravo School Musical Snooze Plot returns!!!

Ummmm……..neither Betty nor myself seem to be in the episode much, but they know we’re actually way more popular/show’s break out couple…so I’m here. To frown (because no Betty and you guys are keeping me from jacking off while thinking about Betty) and judge your creepy, red garbed, sticky maple, ginger cult. And also, this new guitar means I have to listen to Douchie here caterwaul again.

Plus I kinda suspect SouthPark was onto something about you weird assed copper tops.

Oh DW Douchie, you’ll LOVE it!! And fit right in! You ARE “one of us” after all! You even wore RED!!!

Okay, this is weird….Polly, Betty misses you….also, you aren’t ginger? Oh….if you’re gonna spawn one it counts, too?

All I wanted was a place to live and my baby….now I’m standing in fucking snow with all these freaks and they want me to do WHAT with this bucket? And my prego belly makes extra $$$ from the syndicate? How do I escape this bullshit? I actually want my mom to lecture me again!

Ummmm… this always this creepy? And why do we need to get naked and sacrifice a lamb? And why do you look like a pornographic Little Red Riding Hood? Wait….do WHAT with the bucket of syrup?

Hail Satan and Tally Hoooooo!!! Go Sticky Maple!!!

‘Oh, Shut Up.’ x Bellamy Blake

Originally posted by hiddenpolkadots

requested by anon ; Hi :) I would like to request a bellamy image: murphy is rly rude to reader and keeps insulting her. bellamy cant stand it anymore and protects her. fluff pls! thanks! ; hope you like it! 

‘Hey, [Y/N], are you going to do anything or are you just going to sit there?’ Murphy said, well screamed actually, while walking over to [Y/N]. She had helped some guys out with setting up the fence that would have to protect them from any people living on earth. She had been tilting heavy beams, hurting her back in the process and was now taking a break. But of course Murphy only notices her when she isn’t doing anything. He had been picking on her the moment they set foot on earth.
‘I’m actually taking a break right now?’ [Y/N] answered, knowing she’d better hold back any sarcastic comments.
‘A break from like, what? An hour? Get your lazy ass up, or we all will be dead by night because you,’ Murphy was now standing right in front of her, poking his finger harshly in her shoulder, ‘were too lazy to do anything!’
‘That’s not really –’
‘I don’t need to hear your excuses, [Y/N], just get to work, or I will make you.’ Murphy took out his knife, holding it so the sunshine was reflecting on it. [Y/N] swallowed hard, looking down to avoid eye contact. Until now Murphy had mostly just threatened her, but she saw how he had used that knife before. ‘You lazy pig.’ He muttered.
‘Oh, shut up, Murphy.’ [Y/N] immediately looked up, and saw Bellamy walking towards them, while putting on his shirt. ‘If anyone’s a lazy pig around here, it’s you. Leave [Y/N] alone, she has done enough work for today.’
‘But Bellamy –’
‘If I were you, I’d shut up.’ Bellamy said, looking at Murphy. He stood a bit taller to make clear who actually was in charge of the place.
‘Yeah, whatever,’ Murphy said, giving [Y/N] one last glance.
‘Thanks.’ [Y/N] whispered, as soon as Murphy was gone. She took a seat on one of the tree stumps.
‘That’s all right. He’s been giving you a hard time for a while now, huh? I’ll make sure he won’t do that again.’ Bellamy smiled, taking a seat next to her. [Y/N] quickly made some more space by shuffling away from him. But that wasn’t really helping since Bellamy shuffled along with her.
‘Eh, he has, actually. But it’s okay –’
‘It’s not. You’ve been doing so much work. You deserve a break.’
[Y/N] had no clue what to say to that, so she just stayed quiet. She had never really talked to Bellamy, but she did admire how he was keeping it all together, how he kept everybody going. If he hadn’t been here, most of us had been dead already.
‘And with a break, I mean, maybe a, eh, date with me? I know we can barely even go on a date here, but maybe I can like mock something up?’ [Y/N] looked up at Bellamy, because he had to be joking. But he wasn’t. His eyes sparkled a little and his cheeks were a shade of red. It softened up his ‘I’m the leader, and you’ll do what I want’ – look. And [Y/N] was kinda liking it.
‘Wait, what?’ She asked, just to be sure that he wasn’t joking.
‘I know it’s not really a great idea,’ he laughed. ‘But I think you and I both can use a short break.’
‘I can’t disagree with that one.’ [Y/N] muttered, the image of blood and sharp knifes playing in her head.
‘So … That’s a yes?’ Bellamy smiled bride.
‘I guess.’ [Y/N] could do nothing but smile back. ‘But, why? Why me?’
‘Why not?’ Bellamy said, looking down now. ‘I’ve liked you for a while now, actually. Remember that one year on The Ark where we could do a secret Valentine?’ [Y/N] nodded, she did remember that day. They had thought it’d be a good idea. But it immediately had been the last year since a girl had freaked out when her boyfriend didn’t send her anything. [Y/N] had in fact received one pink note, and until today she’d never knew from whom it was. ‘Well, eh, I send you that note. I wanted to tell you, that it was me, but I was too scared. And then we got send to earth and everything became a mess.’
‘That was you?’ [Y/N] frowned.
‘Yes,’ Bellamy laughed, getting that shade of red on his cheeks again. ‘But we’ll have time enough to talk about this tonight. I’ll come and pick you up at your tent.’ He smiled, stood up, and hesitated for a moment, before he turned back around to face [Y/N]. ‘I would say put on something cute, but it’s not like we have loads of clothes, and you already look cute anyway.’ Bellamy grinned, gave her a wink and then walked away.
[Y/N] stared at Bellamy, not sure what to say or do.
‘Hey, [Y/N] –’ she heard Murphy scream, but [Y/N] turned around, flipped him off and went to her tent.

Cute College Blurb *Not Edited*

Shawn Mendes 
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Note: Clearly this isn’t 500 words, and clearly I need to get better at writing bleeping endings. Although it annoys me to no end, I used ‘Y/N’  so I figured out how to insert that filter thing so I don’t have to look at it, so I hope it works 😄 Your name: submit What is this?


Originally posted by smendesgifs

Anxiety was already beginning to rise in me, my heart racing at a stupidly high rate, my shaky fingers drumming on my thigh as I rehearsed what I wanted to say over and over in my head.

I was blowing this way out of proportion, but at the time it seemed like the biggest thing in the world. I just needed to get up and go and ask him, otherwise the bubbles in my stomach won’t settle down and I won’t get any work done.

My legs seemed to have a mind of their own because I was suddenly standing up, walking across the room to where he sat. Shawn didn’t notice me at first, his headphones shoved over his head of brown hair. Shit, what if he never looks up? Out of everything, I didn’t think about what to do if he never noticed me. I knew I was quiet, but Christ.

After a good thirty seconds of just awkwardly standing there, I was about to give up and go back to my seat when he looked up.

“Hey, (Y/N). You okay?” He smiled up at me, placing his headphones around his neck, muffled sounds of some Ed Sheeran song escaping into the otherwise quiet room.

“Hi. D-do you have a pen I can borrow? I left my pencil case in my dorm and –“ I cut myself off before I started rambling. God, why did I stutter? It just made me sound more nervous than I already was.

“I should do…” He started searching through his backpack. Good, he’ll find a pen then I can leave and never talk to him again…or until he comes looking for his pen.

That sounded a lot worse than I intended. I’m sure Shawn is a lovely guy. I mean, I couldn’t be sure, this was only my third time talking to him in the past year.

The first time was at the start of the year when he accidently bumped into me while walking out the lecture hall. Unlike most guys in our class, he actually apologised and helped me pick up all my books once everyone had left.

The second time was a few months after. I managed to get to the lecture early and snag myself a seat right in the back, my favourite place to sit; not only because the professor couldn’t see back that far so I could record his boring-as-hell speeches on my phone while I read, but because no one else every sat up there.

Until Shawn came in late one day and there were no seats left.

“Is this seat taken?” He panted from running up the stairs. Without taking my eyes off the page, I shook my head, happy that he didn’t move my bag from the seat next to mine as he sat down.

“What you reading?” Wasn’t he just full of questions.

Wordless, I flashed him the cover of The Great Gatsby. It was an ugly old copy from donkey years ago; the front cover had a giant stain from when my younger brother spilt orange juice on it. Pages had turned yellow with age, all crinkled from when I dropped it in the bath when I was ten, and the spine had been cracked so many times that the last few pages were beginning to fall out.

Yeah, I really needed a new copy.

Shawn shot me an apologetic smile, “…I don’t seem to have one. Sorry.”

I covered my disappointed with a grin, “Oh, that’s okay. Thanks anyway.”

At least I didn’t stutter this time. I did hear his slightly chuckle when I tripped over the chair as I walked away, but I tried not to think about that.

Crap. Crap, crapity-crap, crap. How the hell was I meant to do this essay now? My dorm was all the way across campus and would take me at least twenty minutes to walk there, and I didn’t bring my computer. I could go buy some pens from the librarian at the front desk, but as I looked through my bag it quickly became evident that I felt my purse at home too. There was another group of girls at the back of the room, but I didn’t know them and couldn’t bring myself to go talk to them.

Okay, no need to panic. I could get the books out and write it in my room. The librarian likes me, I’m sure she’ll let me take another two or three books out.

Packing up my stuff, I grabbed the heavy pile of textbooks from the table, then almost dropping them ten seconds later when I ran into what felt like a moving brick wall.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Shawn caught the top book before it crashed to the ground. Putting it on the table, he added five different coloured pens to the stack in my arms, “I wasn’t sure which color you wanted, so I just got all the ones I could.”

“Oh-umm-thanks?” I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, I was just shocked that he would even do something like this. It was small, but it was the nicest thing anyone had done for me in a long time.

I glanced up at him. He flashed me a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as his cheeks began to flush a deep red.

“So, you’re doing the essay for Jenson’s class?” At first I was confused, because how the hell would he even know that? But then he pointed to the textbooks in my hand and it clicked.

I nodded.

Shawn chuckled awkwardly, “Would you mind if I sit with you? I’ve been trying to start it for hours now and have no idea what I’m doing.”

I nodded and was about to grab the book from the table, but Shawn got there before me. Like some cheesy rom-com, our hands brushed for a moment, making both of our cheeks hot. I quickly pulled my hand back, silently following him back to his table. I began setting my things out again.

Writing the essay with Shawn wasn’t that bad. Although I didn’t talk a lot, he had no problem with constantly cracking jokes to ease the tension. I’ve honestly never heard so many puns in my life.

By the time we finished, three hours had past even though it felt like no time at all.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked as we left the building. The chilly October air smacking me straight in the face and I cursed myself for not brining my hat or scarf. I wasn’t stupid, it was past twelve at night, it was pitch black apart from a few streetlamps dotted here and there, it defiantly wasn’t safe for me to be walking home alone.

“I don’t want to put you out your way.”

“I don’t mind. It’s on the way back to my dorm anyway,” I could just about see his eyes widening, “That came out a lot creepier than I thought! I meant that I’ve seen you walk home from class a few times –“

“It’s okay.” I cut him off with a laugh.

“So, is that a yes?” He asked hopefully.


Sneak Peek of the New 5sos Series

Originally posted by peacehemmo96

A/N: Tell me your thoughts!

     You sat in front of the four boys head tilted to the side and eyes squinted in a stare down. There was no telling how long the five of you had been like this. Each one of the boy eyeing you carefully. The atmosphere was tense, the air felt hot and it didn’t help that you all were sitting under a red florescent light. Calum was the first to break the silence. His arms crossing over his chest and tongue poking out to lick at his plump bottom lip. “What makes you think you’re down for something like this? I mean I don’t think we should even let you in,” he questioned, raising his eyebrows at you. You uncrossed your arms then slouched back into your spot. Your left leg rose up to rest on the coffee table and you cleared your throat. 

“Let’s see…well I’m the only who knows the floor plan of the building and the scheduled rounds that the security takes,” you answered. A smirk made its way onto your lips at the dumbfounded looks on their faces. They almost looked impressed by the information they just learned.

“How can we even trust her?” Luke said, “Wasn’t she the one who got us thrown in dentition?” They started to mumble and you rolled your eyes at how immature they were being.

“That was in high school which was three years ago, Luke, and you pissed me off so I got you in trouble,” you said. Luke gave you a look as if to say you had just confirmed his suspicions of not trusting you. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m not one to fuck with and if it came down to it I can handle whatever goes wrong,” you sighed. You had known the guys for a long time, so long that you knew they were basically incompetent of doing this task without you. Besides you knew the plan that they had and if they refused to let you in then who was to stop you from calling the cops?

Ashton must have been thinking the same thing. “She’s got a point. What if we don’t think this whole thing through and end up triggering an alarm,” Ashton said, being the voice of reason. “Y/N seems to have knowledge about this-which is a bit terrifying-but she can be helpful.” The other three boys shared a look as if they were mentally fighting one another on making this decision. You could tell Ashton’s words had some effect on them, but it wasn’t enough.

“Look I’ll make it easy for you,” you started to say, catching their attention in the process. “You guys let me in on this job. I get fifty perce-”

“Thirty percent,” Michael cut you off.

“Fifty,” you said fiercely through gritted teeth, glaring at him even more. 

“And I’m saying thirty. None of this was your idea,” he rebutted. You rolled your eyes and rubbed at your pressure points in frustration.

“Forty percent then. That’s my final offer,” you sighed, tired of negotiating. Michael smiled at your words. 

“Deal, forty percent. That I’ll work with,” he said. You shook your head in annoyance. Even if Michael had agreed you still needed the other three’s approval. 

“I get forty percent for what you all take. I’ll help you get past security and everything,” you finished the sentence from before. Your words hung in the air and you allowed the guys a moment to think it over. It was quiet for a bit and finally Calum nodded. 

“Well… are you ready to rob a bank?”   

ASTRO Reacting to You Initiating the First Kiss

MJ: Oh man this shy boy wouldn’t know what to do with himself! He’d be so shocked by the kiss he’d probably just stare at you for a long time before processing what happened. He’d shyly look away but smile to himself, only to quickly peck you again.

“You’re so cute…”

Jinjin: He’d be kind of embarrassed at first. Though, being the natural flirt he is, he’d probably tease you about it a little. Noticing how embarrassed you got, would only make him want to tease you more, until he finally pulls you closer and kisses you once again.

“Here I thought you’d never kiss me… I’m glad you finally did.”

Eunwoo: Pretty boy here would be so sweet about the entire thing. He’d immediately kiss you back, resting his hand on your cheek and smiling a little against your lips. When you two pull away, he’d have the warmest smile on his face and look at you with absolute love in his eyes. 

“That was really nice… Can we do it again?”

Moon Bin: You just made his day, no, maybe his life! Smiley boy here would’ve been dying to kiss you for so long, but was probably too worried about scaring you off. He’d maybe even do a little jump of happiness after you kiss him, only to hug you tightly and sway with you a little. 

“I thought you wouldn’t want to kiss me, but I’m so glad I was wrong!”

Rocky: He’d really like the fact you made the first move; someone a little more dominant is really attractive to him. He’d pull you in by the waist after you pull away, proceeding to kiss you until your lips are swollen. Even then, he’d want t keep kissing you.

“Be careful, I might get addicted…”

Sanha: Has this baby even kissed before oh my gosh. He just wouldn’t know what to make of the entire situation. He’d awkwardly laugh and or squeak (maybe both) and turn cherry red, not knowing how else to react to the kiss. Though this doesn’t mean the kiss was a bad thing, simply he wasn’t prepared for it!

“Y/N, what was that all about…? Did I have something on my face?”

A Day to Get Along

@azurathemagician I hope it’s alright to use your idea? I hope you read this. I’d be honored.

Not my idea, guys. :)

A/N: Inspired by @azurathemagician’s AU… (Is it an AU?) Or I guess roleplay. Diakko role reversal. I also tried switching the others up, not exactly changing everything, but giving them personalities kind of opposite from how they were, but not exactly… Sorry, it confuses me too. Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi


A Day To Get Along: Story Start


Once upon a time…

In the Old English Continent, there stood a building, a monument, a testament, A school built upon bloodshed, hard work and experience, teaching all the dreamers the wisdom in learning for the mind, and the heart to believe.

Truly a magical place, both figuratively and literally.

Here, legends would continue to grow and spread their wings out, sprinkling joy and hope, and magic to the world.

And even in the present, none of that would change.

It would still give the mind wisdom, and the heart a reason to keep believing.

Thus, in the year XXXXX, Luna Nova opened its gates once more to the new generation that would continue to bear its morals.

We peek into its life… beginning now.

In the everyday life in the Institution of Luna Nova, a daily happening on their part occurred. Oh, in the lives of the peaceful students, yes… on a day so graceful and cal-

“Get Back here!!! Stop right there!

Well… so much for that.

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Indie Film

The town I grew up in had a total of three attractions: the bar, church, and the movie theater.

When you’re twelve years old, you’re too young to drink and the last place you want to be is church on those wooden pews that make your butt ache. So every dime I found inbetween the couch cushions, every dollar I got for allowance, they went into the ‘movie theater fund’. The ‘fund’ was just a giant glass jar on my desk, but it was the best I had.

Unfortunately I had something my friends didn’t.

Strict parents.

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Another one from @omeliafics :D An anon asked for someone to write something based on the synopsis for 13x23, and then first thing I thought of when reading that was ‘IS MEGAN STILL ALIVE???’ so I wrote this xD Because this isn’t featuring Amelia, I am intending to write more where Amelia actually helps him with it. Here it is :)

“Owen Hunt, Doctor Owen Hunt, he works here. Trauma surgery?”

A redheaded woman stood at the front desk looking like she was going out of her mind. The two staff members sat behind it seemed like they shared only one brain cell, and couldn’t quite get it to function properly.

“Do you have an appointment?” One of the two asked, a blonde, easily mid 30′s.

“I’m not a patient, I’m his sister.” She said, again. She had already told them she was his sister, but maybe that was more information than their shared brain cell could cope with.

“Is he expecting you?” The other woman asked, another redhead, only this woman’s hair was more the colour of tomatoes.

“Can you just page him?” She said, her patience wearing thinner and thinner by the second.

Down the other end of the hallway, Owen Hunt had just stepped off of an elevator, heading to a nearby consult. He barely even took two steps before he stopped, as if he had been frozen in his place.

“Hunt, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Said Miranda Bailey, who had also been on the elevator and had almost bumped into Owen when he stopped so abruptly.

“I…” Owen started, more confused than even fit the meaning of the word. “I have…” He said, blinking just in case it was just from how tired he was.

He could still see her.

His next thought was that he was hallucinating, which wasn’t a good sign at all. Hallucinations were often a sign of serious illness, brain tumors and the like.

“Do you see that woman over there?” He pointed towards where she stood, her arms now folded and her face getting red.

“Yes? Is there something I should know about Hunt? Is everything okay?” Bailey asked, concerned now for Owen’s well-being, as well as feeling like there was something she was being kept in the dark about.

“That’s…” He said, freezing once again as the redheaded woman turned around and noticed him. “My sister.” He said, still in a state of complete and total shock, more than shock, if you took shock and multiplied it by a million you probably still wouldn’t have reached how Owen was currently feeling. “My sister’s dead…” He said as the woman started walking over towards him.

“Well she’s standing right there, walking towards you.” Bailey said, because she clearly wasn’t dead now. She was right there, perfectly 100% alive.

“Eeyore.” Megan said, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Megan….” Owen said, unable to really get out anything more. “What are you-? Why-? Megan?” His words were now coming out like splutters, barely finishing before the next one began.

“Megan Hunt, Orthopedic surgery, formerly.” Megan said, reaching out a hand for Bailey to shake.

“Miranda Bailey, Chief of surgery.” Bailey said, her words more spread out than normal speech because of the situation that didn’t quite seem like it should be really happening.

“I see.” Megan pointed to Bailey’s lab coat where the words ‘Chief of Surgery’ were displayed underneath her name.

“Megan?” Owen said, his state of shock still clouding over everything and making words not a thing that were entirely possible.

“I was expecting a ‘hi’, but I get it. You disappear for years and then turn up on your brother’s work, see him down a hallway. Yeah, I get it. Maybe I should have called first…”

“You can’t still have my number, it’s been years.” Owen said, the first actually coherent thing that had come out of his mouth since Megan had noticed him.

“Right.” Megan nodded, an awkward smile appearing on her face as she spoke.

“We thought you were dead…” He said, running a hand through his hair. “Me, Nathan, mom. We thought you were dead.” He said, his shock now turning into a little bit of anger. “You are still alive…” His anger faded slightly as he took in a deep breath and slowly let it out again. His sister was right in front of him. His little sister who he had thought for so many years was dead. She looked like she had never even got in that helicopter, like she had never even been in a warzone, she looked like Megan.

“Megan…” He said again, like time had frozen and it was only him and her in the whole entire world.

you are my person
—  i really like the “you are my person” idea in Greys Anatomy because it’s a word for that person every one has in their life who they’re not sexually attracted to but have a relationship that goes beyond the term “best friends”.  Being called someones person is literally the best complement, it means if for some reason i had to hide a body i would call you and i know you wouldn’t judge me, it means if all the sudden you’re pregnant and it wasn’t planned at all they’re the person you call and the person who convinces you to tell the dad, when your mom dies they’re the person who gets a red eye flight and just holds you because your significant other just won’t get it. They listen to you at 3 am about your otp theories even when they really don’t care or its their notp and that’s something really special 
My Prague Horror Story

It’s long, but it’s true.

“Prague is a magical place,” said my family and friends. I thought by magical they meant fairytale-like structures… and weed. Apparently there was something else too.

Some people claim not to believe in the supernatural, yet you see them going to church or reading their horoscope. Not me. I’m an empiricist through and through. So when I encountered the supernatural in Prague last week, I exhausted all the logical explanations first before I concluded that “maybe”, just “maybe” the natural is not the only thing there is.

One evening in our hotel room, I heard my friend watching a YouTube video about local restaurants. The host said, “In the city center, a bottle of Coke costs 100 crowns. But in these restaurants, your 100 crowns will buy you a full meal!" 

We just finished a tour, so I was preparing to take a nap. Before I fell asleep, the last thing I heard from her phone was, "This place is such a hidden gem that not even all the locals know about it. It’s very hard to find, but once you’re in the area, it will draw you in.”

Later that night, my friend, her map and I, along with two other guy friends, set out to find it.

When we got to the area, there was a huge red restaurant with swings outside. The guys and I were already debating whether we should eat outside or in. (It was 3 degrees Celsius.) But my friend with the map led us instead to the adjacent alley… which was the first red flag. Because in addition to her map, my friend had screenshots of the YouTube video on her phone, and they clearly show the red place with the outdoor swings, which was lively, with lots of people. Not this quiet, abandoned alley. But since I knew my friend did the research while I just slept, I thought it was unfair to question her authority. Maybe she watched more than one video and took more than a few screenshots.

It was a basement-style restaurant. The signage wasn’t in English so I didn’t bother to read the name. When we were outside the second door (vs. the main entrance), the two guys were hesitant to go in. “Looks like a tavern, not a restaurant,” they said. They were right. All I could see inside were people holding beer. But I was so hungry, so I told them, “For sure there’s food on the menu too.” I was right, of course. Nobody sells just beer.

As we were walking inside, everyone was looking at us. Which back then I thought was fine. We’re obviously tourists, while they all looked Czech to me. It must’ve been a “local” place. Plus, it’s only natural instinct to steal a look at the new group whenever you’re at a bar or something. It was a young crowd. Men and women in their early 20s.

There was a short origin story printed on the back of the menu. The place did use to be a tavern. It was supposedly owned by a very beautiful woman murdered by her husband, who mistakenly thought she’d been serving her customers more than just beer, if you know what I’m saying. The story said that if you touch the woman’s portrait in the restaurant, she’ll help you with your romantic problems. The piece was badly written, in my opinion. It didn’t help that the accompanying image looked like an edited photo of Angelina Jolie. “How amateur,” I remember thinking.

The food was okay. I’d say it’s bland, but maybe Czech food is just like that — not fatty, not salty. So instead of bland, I’ll just call it different. Looked healthy, though. And I liked it. Not as much as I like steak and pasta, but I liked it enough.

A few minutes later I started feeling dizzy and weak. I was afraid that maybe it was all that Trdelnik (local dessert) I’d been eating. I ate like three in a day every day, each time we passed by a stall while touring the city or shopping. My mom had diabetes. I thought maybe I was on the verge too.

Then I was like, “No, you’re just sleepy. It was a long flight, followed by hours of walking tours.” I almost convinced myself. But then I remembered that I just napped for three hours, from 8 pm to 11 pm. (It was around 11:30 pm.) Besides, sleepiness is gradual. This was sudden.

In front of me, one of the guys was frowning, massaging his head. “Are you okay?” I asked. He said he was dizzy too.

The other guy started taking off his jacket. “Why is it so hot in here? And my neck hurts!” he said, sweating. But like I said, the food wasn’t fatty. It couldn’t have been hypertension, for him, the other guy or me.

And so it was that with our plates still half full, my friend with the map suggested, “Let’s get the bill?”

While leaving the restaurant, I wanted to go straight back to the hotel and lie down. But the moment I stepped out of the main entrance, my energy came back to me. Suddenly I wanted to walk around Old Town and eat another Trdelnik.

The frowning guy started telling jokes again, and the sweating guy started freezing again.

Our friend with the map, who up until then said nothing about how she felt, finally spoke. “We had to leave,” she said. “They were all staring at us. Didn’t you notice? One person per table was always staring at us. And whenever that person looked away, another took his place.”

The rest of us were like, “What the fuck?!”

“And I don’t know if it was just psychological,“ she continued, "but the moment you (she pointed at one of the guys) said you were dizzy, I felt dizzy too.”

“I was feeling dizzy even before he said he was,“ I replied.

The guy who was sweating said, "I started feeling weird after I noticed that everyone at every table was wearing greenish jackets and drinking the same beer. Like, what the hell?”

Realizing it too, I butted in, “Fuck, they were all so quiet. None of them was talking. If they were, they must’ve been whispering.” Everyone agreed. The other diners were big groups of friends, drinking beer. You’d expect laughter and yelling. There was absolutely none of that.

The rational person that I am, I said, “Yesterday, we had hot chocolate with rum, and pork ribs with beer. Maybe our food had alcohol too?” My friends all disagreed. The menu always states if there’s alcohol in the food. Besides, we all knew that alcohol makes you feel good (at least in the beginning), not sleepy and weak. It doesn’t make you hallucinate either.

Couldn’t have been weed too, because weed makes you feel even better than alcohol. That much we knew. Besides, Prague isn’t Amsterdam. There’s weed, but you have to find it. They don’t serve it in cafés and bars. Plus, why would a restaurant be lacing their food with weed, when they sell a meal for less than 200 crowns? Weed is not that cheap in Prague. It’s not legal either.

But we were in an exquisitely gorgeous city, and the wind was cool, and the night was young, so we left it at that. We didn’t know what happened, and at that moment, we didn’t really care much. There’s more to eat, more to see and more to enjoy. And all that we did.

On the flight back home, I was sitting beside my friend who found the restaurant. I finally said, “You know, your screenshots showed the red restaurant. Why did you lead us to the other one?”

There was a pause before she replied, “I don’t know. We were there in front of Restaurant Mustek, but something inside me felt empty.”

“Empty how?“ I asked.

"You know that feeling when you’re reaching inside a bag of chips, and it turns out you’d already eaten the last piece?”

I nodded.

“Well, I felt like that when I saw the red restaurant. It’s like, there was disappointment. I craved more, and something inside me told me to turn right and keep going.“

I felt a chill run down my spine. I remembered the YouTube video. "This place is such a hidden gem that not even all the locals know about it. It’s very hard to find, but once you’re in the area, it will draw you in.” I didn’t find it weird when I heard it. But it’s taking on a new meaning now.

It seems something led us to it. Could it have been the Angelina Jolie look-alike? Was she even real? If I ever set up a restaurant, I’d make up a fake origin story too. It’s Marketing 101.

I asked my friend to show me the video she had been watching on YouTube. (The airline offers a limited amount of free Wi-Fi during the flight.) The restaurant we went to wasn’t in the video. The line I overheard right before sleeping, about a bottle of Coke costing 100 crowns, was there, yes. But the line about the hidden gem was not. Could I have imagined that? I mean, three agnostics and an atheist are an unlikely group to be inventing a synchronized supernatural story. 

My friend and I had no clue about the name of the restaurant. We shouted over to our two other friends who were seated three rows in front of us. They didn’t remember either. So we searched instead for Restaurant Mustek on Google Maps, and from there, traced the one we dined in. It’s called Restaurace U Provaznice. The Google description on the side says “Classic Czech beer restaurant serving traditional dishes in a historic, supposedly haunted space.” The caption on the map itself says “Traditional restaurant steeped in myth.”

But we didn’t know that. So we couldn’t have constructed a supernatural experience subconsciously, based on that information. We couldn’t have based it on the Angelina Jolie look-alike story either because I was the only one who read the back of the menu (and I thought nothing of it).

Who was it then that I heard on my friend’s phone talking about a hidden gem of a restaurant that will draw you in? What was it that led us astray from the place we were actually looking for? Why were we feeling dizzy, sweaty and weak? How come the other diners were all wearing similar jackets, drinking the same beer, staring at us systematically, and not making a noise? Were they waiting to hurt us, or like the back of the menu said, to help us? …At least for now, it seems like I’ll never know.

I’ve had seven hours of sleep last night and a good meal this morning, but I’m feeling very sleepy and slightly weak as I write this. I’m sure I’ll be fine afterwards.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I want to know how do u live with ea's heels on the sims 4? like, when you will make a formal outfit for ur female sim, what heels do u use? they look like something that my grandma could use.. lol xD

I know what you mean but I don’t mind any of the heels and actually like them all lol. Even the ‘granny’ looking ones can be cute. :’)
Luxury party stuff added some fancier heels (red one) so I guess that pack is good for something xD 

A Princess (Not Really) In Distress - PART 1

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