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Woo Jinyoung Mafia AU
  • you tied your hair up carefully, making sure to smooth down any flyaway hairs
  • your boss was very particular about everyone looking perfect, and as you were the “face” of the Lotus Spa and Hotel, you were no exception
  • you worked as a receptionist for the Lotus Hotel, hired for your kind and hardworking personality
  • of course, you knew that the Lotus Hotel was a front for the much darker, much more illegal activity that went down behind closed doors, but your boss had promised you that you would be safe at all times
  • besides, he’d added, the hotel wasn’t a place for blatant fighting or shooting, it was a place where important deals took place– nobody would be stupid enough to endanger a worker of the 101 on 101 turf
  • at the time that you’d been hired, you’d desperately needed money, so you took the job
  • it was your third month working night shifts there, and nothing had happened yet to make you think that it was an unsafe place to work
  • “welcome to the Lotus Hotel, how may I be of assistance?” you parroted as someone stepped up to the desk you sat at, glancing up from the forms you’d been staring at quickly
  • when you saw the man standing there, your breath caught in the back of your throat
  • he was handsome in a strange way, with curling hair, lithe body clad in a crisp traditional suit
  • “yes, I believe I made a reservation for one of the conference rooms?” he asked with a small, charming smile, one that almost seemed too charming
  • “May I have your name?” you asked politely, typing away on your computer to distract yourself from your racing heart
  • “Jinyoung,” he replied, picking up one of the business cards bearing your name and hotel phone number from the receptionist desk, playing with it absentmindedly between his fingers
  • “I have the reservation right here,” you said, reaching over to take the credit card he’d slid over to you 
  • “wonderful,” he’d replied with a smile, meeting your eyes
  • you blushed at the eye contact, your eyes darting back down to the computer screen in front of you
  • “here you go, thank you for choosing the lotus hotel,” you chirped, handing him his reciept and credit card back
  • “it was my pleasure, dear,” he replied, tucking his credit card back into his wallet
  • he met your gaze as he shoved his wallet back into his back pocket, pausing before picking up your business card, tucking it into his breast pocket
  • “i’ll be around,” he said with a small smile, sauntering away from the receptionist desk towards the back conference rooms
  • as you watched him board the elevator, you placed a hand over your chest, trying to calm your racing heart– what had just happened ?
  • the next time you saw jinyoung he strode up to the reception desk confidently, sending you that smile that made your heart speed up
  • “reservation for the conference room,” he said simply, sliding over his credit car
  • you nodded, quickly pulling up the reservation
  • “has your day been treating you well?”
  • “huh?” you looked up sharply, surprised that he was asking you such a question, “oh! yes, my day’s been alright. you?”
  • jinyoung smiled down at you, accepting the receipt from you, and you shivered a bit as your fingers brushed against his, “getting better.”
  • that night was the first night when something related to the 101 had happened while you had a shift, as the news informed you
  • you briefly wondered if jinyoung had gotten home safely, and you even briefly entertained the idea that he was maybe in the 101 himself
  • however, you dismissed the idea– there were hundreds of guests at the Lotus that night; jinyoung surely wasn’t the one who was involved
  • a few months after that incident, you were asked by your boss to take over one of the maids’ night shift, as she’d unexpectedly had to go home for the weekend
  • once your boss offered to pay you double for the hours, you accepted, tugging the cleaning cart behind you as you headed up to the fourth floor where the regular maid normally cleaned
  • the rooms ranged from very clean to utterly disgusting, and you were pretty sure you’d never seen so many used 
  • you carefully pushed your cart into the next room, frowning at how messy it was
  • sighing, you got to work, first re-making the bed and then picking all the clothing that was strewn across the floor
  • you went over to the table in the room, noticing a large duffel bag
  • you were just trying to straighten it when you noticed something metal tucked underneath it
  • carefully, you nudged the bag away, and screamed in shock when you saw the pistol lying there, dropping your spray bottle of cleaning fluid
  • “what the hell are you doing in here?” you heard someone snap, and you screamed again, this time in surprise
  • clutching your head, you turned around to face jinyoung, whose eyes were wide as he took in the scene
  • “(y/n)?” he asked, walking over to you quickly and shoving the duffel bag back over the pistol
  • “m-mr. woo,” you stammered out, eyes huge as you tried to process what had happened
  • his hair was messy, all over the place, curling into his now narrowed eyes, his suit slightly rumpled
  • “(y/n), i thought you ran reception?” he asked gently, obviously not wanting to startle you again
  • “i-i’m covering someone else’s shift,” you managed to stutter out, still clutching your chest in shock
  • “ah,” he nodded, heaving a sigh and taking a seat in the large chair, hand going up to loosen his tie, “no one bothered to tell you that this room was off-limits?”
  • your eyes widened again as you looked over at him, “no, nobody told me anything,” you quickly knelt to collect the cleaning supplies that you brought, “i’m really sorry about this, i’ll see if maybe the hotel can refund you? or give you a free stay or something, I’m really, really sor–”
  • “(y/n),” jinyoung interrupted you, eyes boring into yours intensely
  • you blushed, realizing that you’d been babbling
  • “it’s okay, i don’t mind,” he explained, “but given the circumstances, there’s something i need you to understand.”
  • you watched, cheeks growing increasingly red, as he carefully unbuttoned the top three buttons of his rumpled white shirt, tugging it down to reveal his collarbone
  • “oh.”
  • realization finally dawned on you as you took in the sight of his curling 101 tattoo, tangling with a couple other tattoos further down his chest
  • “ i’m telling you this now because clearly, your boss hasn’t informed you like he was supposed to,” jinyoung said, turning around and tugging his shirt off the rest of the way
  • you turned bright red at that, doing your best to avert your eyes from the bare back you were facing
  • “i-i’ll be going, then,” you rushed, shoving your cleaning supplies back onto the cart
  • “sorry to startle you, (y/n),” jinyoung called after you
  • “it’s no trouble,” you replied, bowing quickly, “sorry to cause such a mess.”
  • the next day, when you got to work, your boss greeted you at your usual desk and tossed a bag with the maids’ uniform at you
  • “you’re taking isobel’s position,” he informed you
  • you frowned up at him, “why? i’m not a maid?”
  • “woo jinyoung requested that you clean his room now,” he told you, “now hurry and go change. you’ll work every other day as a maid, but i still want you on reception for most of your time.”
  • you reached out to grab the uniform he’d tossed at you, getting up from your seat
  • on the one hand, you were pissed at your boss for being an asshole to you, but at least this way, you wouldn’t have to deal with actual people
  • jinyoung was gone from his room when you got there, and only arrived just as you were exiting the room
  • “you’re good at this,” was all jinyoung had said with a small smile, holding the door of his room open for you to exit out of
  • you settled into the switch fairly easily
  • the cleaning wasn’t difficult, and you found out quickly that maids actually got tips, while receptionists did not
  • jinyoung was always very charming and kind to you, which you also appreciated 
  • one night, you were working reception, and had hurried to the back room to replace the paper for the receipt machine when you heard someone ring the bell for assistance
  • “jinyoung?” you gasped, eyes widening as you caught sight of him
  • his face was bloodied, shirt dirty, and the way he struggled to focus his eyes on you made you think he might have been on something
  • “can you help me?” he slurred out, looking over at you hopefully
  • you rushed over to his side, draping his arm around your shoulder and helping him to the elevator
  • “what happened?” you asked, the silence of the elevator heavy around the two of you
  • “ambush,” he replied, blinking a few times to clear his vision
  • you helped him to his room, depositing him in the large chair quickly before hurrying to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it
  • “do you need to go to a hospital?” you asked as you started carefully wiping the tacky blood away from his cheek, jinyoung’s eyes drooping closed slowly
  • “m fine,” he replied quietly, “just some scrapes.”
  • you sighed, going back to wiping the blood away
  • once you were satisfied with his face, you helped him carefully take off his suit jacket and button-down shirt, trying not to turn red at the sight of his bare chest
  • “your tattoos,” you murmured quietly, reaching out to trail your finger over the curling ‘HF’, wondering what it meant
  • jinyoung reached up and curled his fingers around yours, holding onto it as you started carefully wiping the dried blood from his torso
  • “jinyoung, i need my hand back,” you said gently, trying to go to rinse off the washcloth
  • his grip just tightened, his eyes meeting yours
  • “stay,” he said quietly, cheeks turning a bit pink at his words
  • you sighed, taking a seat on the armrest of the chair
  • he leaned his head against your shoulder, tracing small patterns into your hand with his free one
  • “you know, i like you,” he mumbled, hold on your hand tightening again
  • you glanced sharply down at him, a slight frown on your face
  • “why?”
  • jinyoung pulled away, looking earnestly into your eyes, “(y/n), you’re perfect in every way i can think of and more.”
  • it was then that you realized how close he was to you, some thing you were growing more and more aware of as he drew closer to you
  • then you were kissing softly, his hand going back to tangle with yours, gently drawing you towards him
  • despite jinyoung’s rough, cocky interior, you realized, he had a gentle soul 

ty smols n tols yall always pull thru w the amazing ideas <3

Outside of the homophobic hate against In a Heartbeat, I’ve seen a lot of straight people say “it was cute I guess, but it was boring” or “the story didn’t reach out to me”.

And I can’t help but laugh at how obviously straight these comments are. Of course it was boring to you, you couldn’t feel like you related to any of the characters in the four minutes something the short lasts. Of course the story didn’t reach out to you, it’s impossible to feel your heartstrings been pulled when sherwin is outed because you have never been through that and will never be.

My point is that, after so much time of close to nothing in terms of representation, lgbt people finally have a popular thing for us (how long its popularity will last i don’t know, but at least it did make an impact). We have a story made by us, for us, about us, and, I mean, you can be straight and enjoy it, of course. But you’re gonna have a harder time understanding or relating to it because it doesn’t, for a second, include you. And the way the story resonates with us… You’ll never get that first-hand.

Which, by the by, does it ring any bell? To a certain issue that always happens in reverse? And we are told to just shut up and suck up?

Aries: “The floods have passed. You stand victorious now, gold medal around your neck. You have conquered and won every required.  Let the flames come roaring home. Let them carry your spirit, because I know you’re tired. Let joy fill you again. The time for war cries have passed, it is now time to sing. Let the flames drape you in warmth and illuminate world. Let them restore all that has been laid to waste. It is the healing era.”

Taurus: “You’ve been at war against change for so long, ironclad in your stubbornness. If only you could see that this time is going to bestow your wings upon you. Preparing for you to take flight; from a caterpillar cemented to the ground, into a stunning butterfly. You just have to be willing to take the leap and enter your chrysalis first. This is no easy feat since there is no instant gratification here. You must put in the effort and persevere. You can do it.”

Gemini: “Time to grow quiet and reflect. You’ve wallowed in naïveté, and played in a childish mindset for too long, my dear. Being loud, screaming and laughing, jumping up and down until the ceilings rattle with joy. It’s time to silently ponder and deliberate carefully; especially in regards to what fate has in mind for you. It may not always be easy, the road may be rough. But hold on. Have faith that it all changes with time.”

Cancer: “I know sometimes the change looks scary, but it’s time to let it come. You already wore the crown and your reign was glorious. Let someone else take the stage, and pass the baton. You aren’t stepping down, just stepping aside. You don’t always have to be the image of sheer perfection. Let yourself fall every once in awhile. Being held up on a pedestal has to get exhausting every once in awhile.”

Leo: “This is it, your shining moment. All eyes on you, watching you light up the room like the sun. Take the risk, step up to the plate and give it your best shot. Aim your arrow and point it true. You cannot miss. Be sure of your steps because you’re heading in the perfect direction for you. We are all cheering you on. Can’t you hear us? We want nothing but the best for you right now.”

Virgo: “The world applauds you for all that you’ve done, but the time has finally come. Lock the door, lay down, close your eyes and breathe. Feel the weight of the world fall off your shoulders.  You do not have to carry the burden of everyone’s sins anymore. You are not responsible for kissing every single scraped knee better, and mending each broken heart. Allow yourself to focus on what you need. You can’t expect to save anyone if you yourself are drowning, my dear.”

Libra: “I know the storm is raging. The thorns sprouting from your blooming roses deprive your buds of the little sunlight they initially had. You’re feeling just as suffocated and trapped right now. Everything around you is a whirlwind of chaos, but don’t let that break you. Stand stronger than the storm pounding against you. Learn to make yourself big, even in the smallest of places.. Purchase some weed cutters; treat yourself to a solution, even if it’s temporary. Have faith in knowing that the storm will pass and the sun will radiate once more.”

Scorpio: “Heed my warning you stubborn child. Listen to me, I’ve been here before. This isn’t criticism or condemnation. It is just firm advice from someone who only wants to see the best in you. Who only wants to watch you succeed. By allowing the red haze of fury to cloud your mind, you surrender your better judgement. Every time you drink the poison you lose another piece of yourself to make room. The pressure builds inside you like a volcano and when you erupt; your pride, and joy will be your only casualties. You’re strong enough to let this shit go so, do it.”

Sagittarius: “Your words drip like venom from your fangs, digging under others skin. I know you think it shouldn’t hurt, but god does it ever. And yet, here you are, a beacon of optimism with a grin plastered on your face. What a beguiling cluster of traits you are. I can’t figure you out, and I suppose I’m not meant to. But if we could find some kind of peace that doesn’t give me anymore scars or leave you any more upset, I would call that a victory.”

Capricorn: “You’ve locked yourself in a tower for so long. Thinking that the only way to stop missing the sun’s warm glow is to never feel it in the first place. Open yourself up again. I know it terrifies you inside. But just because it gets rather cold some nights doesn’t mean the heat isn’t worth it. You can’t survive on your own forever. Eventually you’ll need to reach out. Just know I’m here waiting. Hand outstretched, waiting for your firm grasp.”

Aquarius:  "Time to look forward to a new sunrise. Grab your jacket and let’s go! You have so much to show the world and so much to accomplish. The church bells are ringing for you. Your time has come. They are calling you, coaxing you into glory. Do not be scared, this is the blank page you have been craving for. You just have to take the risk and jump. To push your fears aside, leave them behind. They won’t do you any favors.“

Pisces: “Use your innate strength as fuel for your inner flames and utilize them. You are a goddess and you own that shit! Time to start acting like it. Make these flames dry your tears, make them dance for you beneath the spotlight. Use them as a shield, or a deadly weapon. Make them your tool to carve art onto every inch of your world. Whatever you do, just make it yours. Because, Honey if you can tame the roaring flames within you- you can tame anything”

—  This Week In Astrology (Co-Written by @babygirlastro )
My favourite Strange Superstitions and Beliefs

1. Ringing Bells - During the rein of Queen Elizabeth, it became popular to ring bells to ward away evil spirits, especially those at the foot of the bed as it was said to frighten them away. They were also rung during prayers to guide departed souls.

2. Curse of the Opal Stone - Some people believe opals are evil and unlucky. The superstition stemmed from the best selling novel ‘Anne of Geierstein’ by Sir Walter Scott in 1829 where Lady Hermione was falsely accused of being a demon as she dies shortly after a drop of holy water accidentally falls on her opal jewellery and changes its colour. This book had such an effect on the image of the Opal that shortly after its publication, the Opal market crashed and Opal prices dropped by 50%. Some say it is only bad luck to wear opals if you were not born in October.

3. Counting Crows - Apparently it was once thought that counting crows flying overhead could tell one’s fate. “One’s bad / Two’s luck / Three’s health / Four’s wealth / Five’s sickness / Six is death.”

4. Eye twitches - Though there is not much information about how this English superstition was idealised, it is said that in one of your eyes twitch, you are bewitched.

5. Gravestones -  If you align your gravesite (beforehand!) north-to-south you’re a witch.

6. Domovoi -   A common Russian superstition is that one must never shake hands, kiss, sleep or sit near a threshold such as a door. Thresholds are where brownie-like creatures known as domovoi dwell and kissing or shaking hands is regarded as an offensive invasion of their space.

7. Yellow - In Russia, superstition people believe yellow to be a sad and unlucky colour.

8. Candles - In a candle blows out by itself, especially during rituals, it is a sign that evil spirits are near.

9. Chills - If you get a sudden shiver or chill, it is a sign that someone is walking over your eventual grave.

10. Sparrows - are said to carry the souls of the dead and it is unlucky to kill one.

anonymous asked:

Okay but i swear to you i will sacrifice my entire being for someone to write that pens!bitty fic or one shot. I need like air

(Alright, you monsters, I did this one, but I’m not great with RPF so this is probs it for Pens!Bitty <3  tw for concussion)

A sprained ankle here, a blown ACL there, and Bitty’s on the Penguins starting line flanking Sidney Crosby like it’s nothing. Like it’s no big deal he’s racking up assists left and right for the man who is going to displace two of Bad Bob’s career records this season. Like Eric didn’t have a debilitating fear of physical contact less than five years ago and is now playing for a team defending a championship title.

From behind, Sid looks like Jack. Or at least he has Jack’s ass, which is a hell of a thing to realize after being slammed into the boards. He’s disoriented enough to ask, “Jack?” when his captain skates up to check on him.

“Bittle, you okay?“

Eric blinks and the illusion is gone. No Jack, no Samwell, just the Pittsburgh Penguins beating the snot out of the New Jersey Devils. And the Devils beating the snot out of Eric.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Eric says, pulling himself to his feet and blinking through a blossoming headache. “You know you look a lot like Jack Zimmermann from behind?”

“Better not be a crack about my ass, Bittle,” Crosby elbows him lightly, herding him back to the bench.

Aboot,” Eric echoes, “I wouldn’t joke about your ass, Captain. Special kind of cheek meat.“ 

That didn’t come out right…and why are the lights so bright? Are they always this bright?

Crosby slides to a stop and Eric bumps right into him. “You sure you aren’t concussed?” Though he’s asking, Eric can clearly see Sid waving over a trainer. Eric takes a moment to reflect on his situation, what he’s just said to his teammate.

“No, but you really look like my boyfriend.”

“You just said I look like Zimmermann.”

“I know. Jack Zimmermann looks like my boyfriend.”

Crosby connects invisible dots in midair with his finger. “I look like Jack Zimmermann, who looks like your boyfriend, who looks like me.”

“Yes. No?”  That sounds right. Kinda.

“Bittle. Do I look like your boyfriend from behind?”

Eric nods, even though the motion makes his world tilt sideways.

“I look like your boyfriend, Jack Zimmermann, from behind.”

“Yes.” Wait. That’s a secret. “Shit, that’s a secret.”

“Fuck, yeah, you’re sitting this period out, buddy.”

Malkin slides up beside Crosby and gives Eric a once over. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Got his bell rung, thinks I’m his boyfriend.” Crosby slaps the rail twice with his glove and shoots Eric a wink. A couple of the boys whistle and holler while the trainer shines a light in Eric’s eyes. The part of Eric’s brain still functioning properly is probably really upset right now.

“I don’t think it’s a concussion, he’s just dazed.”

“I’m ready to go in, coach, just give me a chance.” Eric jokes, though no one laughs. “Ace Ventura? No?”

The arena turns sideways along with Eric’s stomach and he burps wetly. Sullivan makes a face and says something to the trainer and just like that Eric is being directed to the locker room for further examination.

Eric hopes this makes for a really funny story later.

pastelmogar  asked:

Ahhh, hello! Ive never talked to you, but i really love stardew valley too! Im in my second year and I've decided to romance Emily. She decided to dance with me @ the Flower Dance and now its the day after and! In the mail! Perrie tells me about the bouquet, Emily sent me the letter for her 8 heart event, and Demetrius (my closest friend in game) sent me an amethyst, one of Emily's favorite gifts!! It feels like Perrie and Demetri are playing as my wingmen and I'm so excited about this!!

THIS … IS THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST i am 100% in favour of top wingmen pierre and demetrius ……. demetri getting all emotional about his best friend’s blossoming relationship …. pierre delighted that the farmer is really finding a home in the community ……………….

you know, even with all the other bill cipher related crap, and the weirdmageddon itself taken into account, i still think that the creepiest scene in all of gravity falls is when pacifica tries to stand up for dipper and explain herself, but her father just rings that bell and she immediately snaps her mouth shut, takes a submissive stance, and retreats in shame